#the problem is that something is also wrong with him

[ooooo-mcyt]

Scar has SUCH a victim complex and we really should talk about it more.

In an average Scar pov of the Life Series, two things are basically guaranteed:

a.) Scar never does anything wrong. Any perceived wrongdoing on Scar's part is simply him being silly and goofy which people keep blowing it out of proportion. Or he really didn't mean to do anything wrong and people are just so paranoid and keep misinterpreting his good intentioned actions. Or he did something bad but it wasn't his idea and some outside force made him and it wasn't that big a deal anyways when you think about it.

b.) Everyone's out to get Scar. People wrongfully don't trust him because they're just blind to his inherent trustworthiness. People are always shooting down his brilliant plans because they hate fun or are just mean. People take advantage of him when he's never done anything wrong to them (if you think he has done anything wrong, see point a). People betray him so much, him, the silliest funnest most trustworthy teammate who only wants friendship.

Now, a lot of this is tactical on Scar's part, to give credit where credit is due! Scar is in fact very intelligent, and most of the time he knows what he's doing! A lot of time Scar plays innocent and dumb because playing innocent and dumb keeps working to get him what he wants and to keep him out of trouble. People buy into the facade with shocking ease. And the really clever thing is that even when people don't buy into the facade, there's no argument. Because it doesn't matter if Scar is as dumb and innocent as he pretends to be (he's not), people can't prove he doesn't believe what he says, so they don't waste energy arguing, and he gets away with a shocking amount because of it. Scar is incredible at playing with tactical facades and twisted narratives. So yes, a lot of Scar's "victim complex" is tactic, not necessarily a genuinely held belief on Scar's end.

That being said, I think sometimes Scar gets so caught up in his own false narratives that he starts to believe them, and I think Scar can be painfully, and ironically, blind to his own faults. When he says he felt abandoned and betrayed by everyone in Last Life, I believe he meant it, though I'd argue he actively pushed people away and was the reason nobody trusted him. When he says he treated Grian right and "built him a panda sanctuary" in Double Life, I think Scar actually means that, though it's factually incorrect. When he says he was "forced" to be alone in Secret Life, I'm sure he meant that too, though again I'd argue Scar had a very active role in self isolating.

While I think Scar is a very intelligent person who very much purposefully crafts narratives that benefit him, I also think Scar is a person who likes to live in those narratives, someone who uses his boundless imagination to integrate himself into the realities he builds so seamlessly that they start to feel real. I think this is a very efficient coping mechanism, in a lot of ways, for Scar to blame any genuine suffering he has entirely on outside persecution and minimize his own responsibility. It's comforting, if nothing else.

But this self imposed hand crafted victim complex doesn't actually help with the ways Scar really struggles the most. Scar consistently struggles with isolation, whether through literal distance from other players or simply emotional inability to connect. And unfortunately, most of it is a result of Scar's own behavior. Scar lies, Scar cheats, Scar pushes people away. Scar is the reason nobody trusts him. Scar is the one who consistently refuses to seek out companionship even when he needs it. This is an agonizingly fixable problem, but it's one Scar cannot see the solution to, because ironically his own cunning and creative mind has spun a web so thick it's trapped him inside, and he can't see past it to realize he has the way out!

Anyways sorry for rambling I'm just insane about Scar, he has such a brilliant mind and the tongue to back it up but his fatal flaw has always been in how his creative mind loses itself in its own false narratives until he cannot see the exit door five feet in front of him. He's sooooooooooooo !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[avocadorablepirate]

Humming In The Quiet

Pairing: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Law, Sabo, and Ace x gn!reader

Summary: Exploring how some One Piece men would react to their S/O humming while working.

Word Count: 700

Warnings: purely fluff, some of them can be read as platonic

Just made a short headcanon since I was stuck in my thoughts, and really just wanted to write something wholesome. This is also meant to make up for my lack of replies to requests 🫣

Luffy

The second he hears you, he tries to join in. Loud and confident, but so off-key. Someone probably yells at him to shut up, but he just grins and starts snapping or tapping random objects - no longer off-key but completely off-beat.

He’ll try to make up his own lyrics to whatever tune you’re humming, dancing around you and cracking himself up.

When you stop humming mid-task, he instantly whips around and demands, “Why’d you stop!?” And then boldly restarts the song himself.

He may not be pitch-perfect, but his joy is infectious and suddenly even the most mundane tasks are fun.

Zoro

Pretends he doesn’t notice - like he’s above it, but your humming somehow always lulls him to sleep.

Whether you’re sweeping the deck, folding laundry, or washing the dishes, he finds a spot nearby - arms folded, swords propped up beside him - and he lets your voice ease him into the best sleep he ever gets.

Anyone who interrupts you is met with a sharp glare that says, go away, you’re ruining it.

He won’t admit to it, but on the rare days the ship is quiet and you’re silent, he lies awake - worried your silence means something’s wrong.

Sanji

Finds himself absentmindedly humming along with you. Whether you’re in the kitchen or just tidying up around the ship, his voice effortlessly blends with yours, like you’ve practiced this a hundred times before.

You catch him glancing at you from time to time, but you have no idea that it’s because he’s so deeply affected by your humming (you know that one clip of Sanji looking at Chopper through the window?? THAT LOOK, if not one with more love in it).

With a flair for the theatrics, he’ll clasp his chest and sigh that your humming is “seasoning for his soul”, earning an eye roll and a smile from you that he lives for.

He’d pick up on your habit, and sometimes when you're not around, he’d hum under his breath without even realising. Someone would point it out and he’d brush it off with a smirk, but there’s a soft flush on his cheeks that betrays him.

Law

He used to find it distracting. But over time, it became part of his routine. Like white noise he couldn’t do without - gentle, constant, and grounding.

It doesn’t matter where you’re working, he finds some way to do his work in the same space. And his powers only make it all the more easier for him to shift around, so it’s not really a problem for him.

Your soft humming helps him sharpen his focus, but it also eases his mind. Whenever the frustration builds, he’ll zero in on your humming, maybe occasionally sparing you a soft glance.

If you stop humming, he notices right away, and will casually ask you why you stopped, while feigning nonchalance. But there’s a subtle plea in his voice for you to continue.

Sabo

He’ll be quietly reading or writing when he hears it, and without even thinking, his eyes lift. A faint smile tugs at his lips as he watches you move through your tasks.

Sometimes he doesn’t even realise that he’s waiting for it. But then your voice fills the air, and everything immediately feels a little softer, calmer, like the world had exhaled.

Likes to stay hidden as he listens to you hum, not wanting to disturb you in any way. But there’s this obvious fondness in his gaze that gives him away, even if he pretends to stay focused.

He’ll try to snap out of it and return to his work. Still, the corner’s of his mouth would lift - and no matter how hard he tries, concentrating becomes nearly impossible.

Ace

He could just be passing by and the sound of you humming would make him pause, bringing a smile to his face before he even realises it.

He’d sneak up from behind you while you’re doing some simple everyday task. Then his arms would loosely wrap around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder, as he exhales a soft, content sigh.

You’d stop, surprised by him presence, but he’d urge you to keep going before trailing soft kisses down your neck, finding warmth in your voice.

Sometimes he’ll even sway with you, creating a quiet, little dance. Nothing too disrupting, just his way of savouring the moment.

Ace’s had me all giggly 🤭

[nostalgiaforplacesweneverknew]

It could be a headcanon of Lewis Pullman's characters reacting to his girlfriend's (who has vision problems) new glasses because the new ones look good on her.

As a girl who wears glasses, I love this <3 thank you for sending this in!

Lewis Pullman characters x fem!Reader | 2.0k | Headcanon, tons of fluff <3, a little bit suggestive but nothing explicit (still, 18+/MDNI).

You could be doing something so mundane, like sitting at the dining table going over some mail or personal documents or something, and Rocco Gauthier doesn’t really understand it himself—but he is ready to wife you up. You absentmindedly push your glasses up your nose when they slide down and he's like, “Oh my god, marry me.” And you’re so puzzled? But also like, “Okay???” not thinking he’s serious. But then he’s giving you a ring and telling you he wants a fall wedding. Next step? Baby making, of course 😏

I love the idea of Bob Reynolds finding you asleep on the couch after watching TV or something, and he’s just like smiling wryly to himself like, “oh, silly girl, she did it again”. He goes over to maybe gently wake you up so you can go sleep in your bed, or maybe he’s about to princess carry you back to your room… but then he notices them, your new glasses. And for a minute, he’s just… really soft? He’s suddenly overcome with this really quiet, swelling affection for you. He sits on the couch right next to you just to look at you for a few seconds, brushing some hair away from your face near the temples. You stir under his touch, and when you open your eyes and smile at him, he’s whispering, “you’re beautiful”. 

Miles Miller loves them, of course. He spends that first day just staring at you while you talk, maybe quietly reaching out to touch them like he’s still getting used to them, like he loves that there’s something new about you for him to memorize. And when guests at the hotel comment on them, he gets this tiny, proud little smile on his face, like yeah, he’s the one who gets to kiss the pretty, glasses-wearing dream girl behind the front desk.

Bob Floyd can’t stop sneaking glances at you, eyes flicking up to your face and then darting away. Then back again. Then away again. “You look… different, is all,” he says shyly when you ask him what’s wrong, and then his cheeks turn pink, “Not bad different! Like, good different… really good.” He also thinks it’s really funny because, before, you could just kiss him without a problem but now one of you has to take off your glasses first so they don’t crash into each other—so now whenever you take off your glasses, even for totally innocent reasons, he’s already licking his lips in anticipation.

I don’t think Calvin Evans would gush or make any grand declarations. We know Calvin doesn’t place a huge emphasis on looks, so his reaction is much more subdued, but of course he still notices right away. “You got new glasses,” he’d say, a bit flat, more observational than anything else. But then his gaze lingers for a little longer than usual, like he’s studying you. “I like how you looked before, but I really like this too.” And it’s such a simple, quiet statement, but it makes you warm and fuzzy on the inside anyway. He doesn’t say much more about it, but occasionally he reaches out to brush your cheek near the frame whenever you’re standing close. And of course, because he’s a doting husband, he carries extra microfibre cloths for you in case you need something to clean your glasses with. Or you can just use his sleeve, no big deal.

“You changed something,” Thomas Keefer says when he gets home one day, just back from the gym or from a run, all sweat-tousled and pink-cheeked. You point to your new glasses and he just nods once, still staring, still catching his breath. “You don’t like them?” You ask, but he’s shaking his head, “Didn’t say that.” And because he’s a reserved military man, all buttoned-up, disciplined and emotionally in control all the time, he says something super clinical like,  “They’re nice. Sharp, clean lines.” You just give him this unimpressed look before he exhales through his nose, maybe on something of a laugh.  He leans in close and drops his voice to something quiet and low, just for you, “Damn, that look is lethal.” Then he kisses you, slow and deliberate, and you’re much more satisfied with that answer.

Jordan Weaver pretends not to notice at first just to mess with you, because he’s such a little shit. You walk in and he doesn’t react, not even a glance. You step into his line of sight and he briefly looks up from a magazine he’s flipping through, then back down again, casually asking, “Hey babe, what’s up?” And you’re like, “Well? What do you think?” He looks up again to give you the world’s most exaggerated once-over… “About what?” You throw a pillow at him and he finally laughs, “Okay, okay! Damn.” Then he’s pulling you close to give you a real look, one that’s a little cocky and soft all at once. “You look like a sexy teacher… I’m into it. Like, way into it. You gonna teach me somethin’, honey?”

Todd Stevens does a double take, and then he’s coming closer to get right up in your space. “Damn, sweetheart, are you tryin’ to start something, or…?” And he goes on about how you’re giving off sexy librarian vibes and it’s giving him ideas—“Can I come see you after class, ma’am?” and the next time you dress up for nighttime shenanigans you’re wearing a knit cardigan and your glasses are hanging off a beaded necklace and Todd is just so flabbergasted but he’s kind of into it? And also, “You look so hot, I’m gonna have to fight off other boys now. You gonna make me get violent?” And I just—I’m weak.

Rhett Abbot is in front of the house tinkering with his truck, when you walk up wearing your new glasses. He glances up when he hears your footsteps and just freezes, doesn’t say a word for a good five seconds. Then finally: “That look’s dangerous, sweetheart... reckon I’ll be gettin’ in trouble all week because of you.” And he’s just looking at you like the sun’s just come up behind you and he’s never seen anything prettier <3 

Harrison Knott pauses mid-step when he sees you, then clutches his chest like he’s been shot. “Are you trying to kill me? How am I supposed to function when you’re so dang cute?” But you’re still unsure, and when you’re staring into a mirror wondering out loud if you should’ve just gotten contacts instead, Harrison’s protesting immediately. He showers you with like five different compliments in under five minutes, telling you how obsessed he is with the new look. “I don’t look like a nerd?” You ask him, and he’s like, “Are you kidding? That’s why it’s hot.”

Major Major falls in love a little more, thinks you look so sophisticated and elegant. He’s so smitten, maybe stops talking mid-sentence, his eyes going a little wide and his mouth hanging open. He blushes adorably when he realizes he’s staring, when he realizes the whole room just heard him say, without realizing, “…So pretty”. When someone else compliments them, he’ll lean in and mutter something like, “I told you they look nice.” In fact, he likes them so much that sometimes, when you take them off, he’s flustered and asking, “Wait—put them back on for a second… please?”

Ben Mears keeps glancing at you over his computer screen, smiling because you’re giving off more writer vibes than he is. You’re holding your new glasses by one of the temples, the tip tucked between your lips as you read over a draft of his latest manuscript, brows furrowed in concentration and he’s suddenly overwhelmed with the urge kiss you silly. Instead, because you’re trying to be productive and he wants to respect that, he has you come sit in his lap—maybe it’ll inspire him to write something fun. Well, soon he’s kissing all over your neck and your shoulders anyway so it backfires.

𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐕𝐈𝐕 ༊*·˚

[wintersarge]

short straw- john walker

summary: after being left behind for a mission, you and john are the only two in the tower. the only problem? you were sick and john was... well, john- completely clueless. what could go wrong?

pairing: john walker x reader

word count: 1.9k

content: mentions of general illness, reader being unwell, john being a little silly and generally just clueless. fluff.

enjoy!!

You had drawn the shortest of short straws. 

Valentina had pulled the team into a meeting a few days ago, informing you all of a recon mission that was taking place at some fancy arms deal. You were initially excited at the prospect of dressing up nice for once, even if it was for intel gathering, and you knew exactly the dress you’d wear at the gala- the silky blue one that hung at the back of your closet, saved for this exact occasion. You’d probably pair it with the nice silver stilettos you had, the ones with the glitter heel, or the-

“Are you listening?” Val’s voice had cut through your train of thought, and you snapped your head up to look at her. “This is a hush-hush mission, so we don’t need the whole team. You and Walker are out.” 

John had protested this, claiming the team needed his ‘brains’ and his ‘brawn’. A protest to which you had, of course, struggled not to laugh at. He had sent you a glare from across the table after, blue eyes narrowed at yours. 

“My orders are final, Walker. You’ll stay here. And maybe you’ll surprise us all and learn how to lower that ego of yours whilst you’re at it.” 

That shut him up, jaw clenched.

That was two days ago, and now it was just you and John in the tower. You had both managed to stay out of each other’s way for the most part, only really seeing each other at breakfast or when you were both working out in the gym. You had tried to bargain with Valentina, begging to go on the trip instead, taking Bucky’s place or even Alexei’s. She wouldn’t budge. 

It wasn’t exactly like you hated John- you actually got along quite well. Not best friends, but not enemies either. However, if you had to be stuck in a building with someone for days on end, Walker would not be your first choice, because:

He never cleaned up after himself

He always made fun of your movie night choices

And, 

He was clueless in every sense of the word

Sure, he was tactful when the job required him to be, and he was definitely smart enough in a military sense, but at everything else? You hadn’t met someone so clued out on everyday life, which was certainly saying something as you also lived with a literal hundred year old man. 

It would be funny, and slightly endearing if it wasn’t so irritating. On Monday, when you were making dinner, you had asked John to pass you the garlic press. 

He gave you the cheese grater. 

And then yesterday, he was out doing a supply run for the tower and you’d mentioned to him that you were all out of your shampoo. You even sent him a damn picture of the bottle. And when he came back, bags in hand, what did he give you?

2-IN-1 BODY WASH. 

You were unimpressed, to say the least. When you asked him about it, he had grumbled something along the lines of ‘they all look the same to me’, and ‘they all do the same thing, anyway’. You had to force yourself to walk away from him before you said something stupid. You honestly couldn’t fathom how this man was, at one point, THE Captain America. 

And now, as if you weren’t being tested enough, it was day three of your week-long cohabitation sentence and to your dismay, you were unwell. You had woken up with a sore throat, blocked nostrils and your head was pounding with an excruciating headache. 

You were miserable. 

It was pretty unusual for you to get sick- you could probably count on one hand how many times you had been so in the last few years, which only increased your suffering. But, by some magic, you had managed to get out of bed, your blanket thrown over your shoulders like a cape as you trudged your way into the kitchen where John was making himself a cup of coffee. When he turned around to see you, pale and sickly, he pulled a face. “You look like hell. I’ve seen corpses with more colour in them”  

You couldn’t find it in yourself to bite back, moving slowly to sit at one of the stools. Everything in you ached, muscles throbbing with a dull burn. John noticed the way your expression was twisted with pain, and he set his coffee mug down on the side. “Since when do you get sick, anyway? You’re like the poster-girl for good health.” You huffed at this, hands moving to swipe at his cup. You took a sip, and John shot you another glare, objecting to the way you thieved his drink. “Hey! Don’t give me your illness. If you feel as bad as you look, then Christ- I definitely don’t want that” You rolled your eyes, downing the last of the coffee. “I’m sick, John, and this is how you treat me? You should be nicer to me, you know. Or I’ll cough in your face when you’re asleep.” You wouldn’t actually, of course, but maybe it would make him take pity. 

For the rest of the day, you had pretty much been bed-bound on the couch. You had a thick blanket hung over your frail body and your sleeping mask covering your eyes as they had become sensitive to the bright lights and the huge windows scattered around the tower didn’t help at all. You suddenly felt regretful at how often you took being well for granted. 

One thing you did appreciate, though, was that John had seemed to leave you alone for most of the day. You hadn’t seen much of him since this morning, when he left in a rush after you had threatened to infect him, and you had assumed that he spent the day in the gym, or going over mission reports. That was until he walked through the door, plastic bags in hand. You could hear his boots as he walked over to the couch, and you felt him standing over you. He nudged your shoulder with his finger. 

“You awake? Still alive under there, aren’t you?”. You let out a small groan and peeled off your eyemask, eyes squinting against the harsh lights. John grimaced when he saw you again, standing back a little to assess the scene. “You really don’t look great.” He said, as if that wasn’t obvious. You looked down at the bags in his hands, and back up at his face. You raised an eyebrow. 

“I got you some stuff. You know, to help, or whatever” He sat down on the seat opposite, pulling open the bag. “Thought I would be a nice teammate for once, since no-one else is here for you. And I also wouldn’t appreciate being coughed on, so, that too.” You cracked a small smile at this, sitting up as far as your body let you to see his haul. When he began to pull things out, though, this faded a little. 

His haul consisted of:

A bottle of painkillers 

A sporty energy drink

A questionable looking can of chicken soup (your least favourite flavour, by the way)

Two packs of gum

An ice pack

And a chocolate orange flavoured protein bar 

You looked back up at him, eyes blinking slowly. Your face morphed into one of disbelief and honestly, concern. How clueless was he, actually? 

“And what is a sick person doing with… a pack of gum and a protein bar?” He looked over at you quizzically, as if the answer was obvious. 

“Mint to clear the sinuses, and a protein bar to… feed you, obviously” You hummed out, trying not to laugh in his face. “Obviously. I do hate chicken soup, though. You couldn’t have picked up something else? Tomato? Vegetable?” 

“Chicken was all they had. I looked.” You nodded slowly. “And the ice-pack? I’ve got the flu, not a bruised knee. This is the stupidest care package ever, Walker” He had the nerve to look offended, eyes rolling slightly. “This is exactly what you need. A balanced recovery system. Now, are you going to eat or not? You should really eat.” You groaned, the thought of food not exactly appetising to you right now. “Maybe later. Just want to sleep right now”. John sighed, but he reluctantly gave in. He left you his ‘care package’ and let you sleep on the couch for a few hours, busying himself with something else. 

You were in the middle of a- frankly amazing- dream when you heard it- the loud, repetitive beeps. 

The fire alarm. 

You jumped up from the couch, pulling off your eyemask. “Walker?” You called out, voice sounding rough and sick as ever. Your eyes adjusted to the light as you looked around the room and that was when you spotted him, towel in hand, swatting at the alarm. “John, what the hell are you doing?” He spun on his heel when he heard your voice, and he looked as if he was a deer caught in headlights. He hesitated for a second, but then his shoulders slumped, mouth opening to speak. “I burnt the soup.” 

You looked confused, walking towards him. “The chicken soup? I thought you put that in the microwave, how on earth did you burn that?” He sighed again, and the fire alarm finally stopped beeping. 

“Not that soup. I made some vegetable soup. For you. Well, it was supposed to be vegetable soup. Now it’s just… a burnt mess.”  

Your face softened slightly, a small smile ghosting over your lips. “You… made me soup?” 

He glowered at you from across the room, shuffling on his feet. “Only because you’re sick. Don’t expect the princess treatment from me all the time”. 

You smiled again, throwing your hands up in defense. “Hey, I never said that anyway, Walker. But thank you. It- it was a nice thought” You walked into the kitchen, sitting back at your usual spot on the leather stools. He gave you a small smile, reaching behind himself. 

“I, uh, also made you this. Heard it was supposed to help soothe a sore throat.” He awkwardly handed over a cup, watching your face for any reaction. You looked down at it. It was mint tea, with a dash of honey- just how you liked it. You brought it up to your lips, sipping at it slowly. It wasn’t perfect, a little too strong, but you didn’t say this. You gave a thankful smile instead, your throat feeling better already. 

“Thank you, John. Always knew you were a big softy, really”. He grumbled a little at this, but you laughed it off anyway. You sat in a comfortable silence for a while until your stomach growled loudly as you hadn’t eaten all day. 

“I told you you should eat” John said, smugness creeping into his voice. “Well, if you hadn’t burned the soup…”, you teased, hopping off the stool and moving over to the kitchen cabinets. Your hand lingered over the chicken soup, ready to give in and eat in anyway, when you saw it- at the front to the left. 

A tin of vegetable soup. 

You smiled, shaking your head a little. John obviously hadn’t looked far, or if he did, he clearly didn’t see it. 

Because, he was clueless. In every sense of the word.  

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[headspace-hotel]

considerations when putting fungus in a human body

what's it eating? Obviously the answer is that it's eating Blorbo. If it's eating his bones, that defeats the purpose. An intriguing possibility is that it's eating his bone marrow, which will destroy his immune system and ability to make blood. That's bad.

Plants and fungi readily form mutualistic symbiosis, but it is NOT simple. In mycorrhiza formation, fungi and plants produce tons of communication chemicals specifically made to communicate with the other symbiont, allowing them to detect each other's presence, "agree" to form symbiosis, adjust their gene expression so they can physically merge with each other, and engage in an ongoing exchange of signals to adjust their relationship. Plants have a deeply conserved, ancient, ancestral set of genes called the common symbiosis signalling pathway that codes for all of these chemicals and behaviors involved in symbiosis-forming, and analyses have consistently shown that the CSSP is around 500 million years old. That means that plants were doing mutualism with fungi before they emerged onto land, before they developed roots and leaves, before they recognizably were "plants" at all.

this is...jesus. it's so fundamental. it fucks me up so much that a relationship between two organisms can be older than either of those organisms having a form I would find recognizable. the fact of their relationship is more deeply embedded in their DNA than...the things that appear to make themselves, themselves.

sorry i always get distracted thinking about mycorrhizae

so basically you cant create a parallel to mycorrhizae with animals because the genetic underpinnings are so fundamental and load-bearing, its not a simple matter of inserting this or that gene, it's like. it's incomprehensible how much of what plants are is fundamentally connected to what fungi are. im not prepared to tackle that with scifi its so huge

so instead you would have to adapt a parasitic fungus to infect the host without causing widespread immune response, inflammation, and horrible side effects leading to deterioration and death, but also without being outright destroyed by the immune system.

mammalian cells are super intolerant of non-self stuff so you'd have to handwave that away with scifi bullshit, but you'd need to have like, bacteria that become endosymbiotic within the cells that prevent colonization of the wrong cells, but then you'd have to make sure the endosymbiosis "takes" within every cell, which...jesus

okay a more plausible idea might be that the fungus bones infection is a one-time thing where the fungi deposit the fibers/materials that are integrated with the bone and then are killed off. you'd have to suppress his immune system temporarily and make sure the infection doesn't kill him. if we go with the "it's eating his bone marrow" idea, he needs bone marrow transplants and might be permanently immunosuppressed and/or need periodic blood transfusions after.

it would also cause a ton of problems if the fungi spread to places they weren't supposed to during that infection process and ended up like. cementing his joints together or something.

dont genetically engineer fungus to eat your bone marrow its not a good idea

further on the character who gets Tortured In the Evil Science Facility. they basically took samples of his tissues, genetically altered them, grew organs and muscle fibers and stuff from the genetically altered cells, and re-implanted the genetically altered organs and tissues into him

That's one part, but I also think he has implants of super-strong materials in his bones and around his ribcage and spine to make him harder to kill or incapacitate. the metal bolts protruding through the skin are part of this

probably some kind of composite of metal and super-strong biomaterial that can adapt

If he breaks a bone the biomaterial can absorb the shock and fix the fragments in place so he can keep going

there are all kinds of materials that exist in nature that could be used to help develop a material that could be implanted into a fighter's body to make them superhuman. it could even be coded into his genes so he produces it naturally.

I also want to do something with endosymbiotic organisms. Plants have symbionts that live inside them and enhance their limits for survival. In a sci-fi story, what if endosymbiosis could enhance humans?

The symbiont could be a fungus or bacteria or something else, it could live in any tissue of the body and enhance a specific function.

A symbiont could help him to heal faster, cause resistance to chemical buildup in tissues so he can do things like dive deeper in water, go without oxygen longer, or exert muscles for longer, resist extremes of heat or cold

Now, the fun part: all of these things will be painful and horrifying to install and maintain, and cause unintended effects on his body that will be painful and horrifying to treat

Ideas...?

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hello! I want to say I love your fics- I've been here for a while- I followed you because of your gravity falls fic and now you write for DC- I love your writing so much ❤️ I just love it how you write for most fandoms I'm in 🥹

I haven't really had the guts to send you an ask or anything- this is my first 🥹

But if you are open to it,

May I request the Batboys + Bruce Reacting to Reader being insecure because of having a plushie they had since birth, it has been with them since childhood and hasn't left their side ever since they were a child, it was old dirty and they didn't like washing it because it was sentimental to them-

I have one exactly like It and I'm a bit insecure about it- I never really dated before because I think people will think it as a childish thing-

My friends told me it's fine and normal and it's human but it's still an insecurity-

I like to blab a lot my bad- I love your works again! Please keep writing ❤️ it's okay if you can't write this too no pressure! Sending love!! ❤️❤️❤️

sweetheart, there is nothing wrong with having a childhood plush. you have your reasons for having them and that is all that should matter. It shouldn't be something you're insecure about just becuase of how other people might interpret it, that's their problem, not yours to figure out. you've got a childhood toy, so what? i have one if i looked deep enough in my house for it and it has been with me since i could remember, so don't ever feel ashamed of having something that means so much to you on a level some narrow minded people won't understand.

It's special to you, holds alot of value to you and your friends are correct, it's perfectly normal human thing to have, i promise you it's nothing to be insecure over at all and it's not childish in the slightest. And if anyone says anything, i'll fight them for you!

Jason isn't one to judge himself as he still had that paperback of the first book he had nicked when he was under Bruce's tutilage, sitting on the bookshelf amongst the other books that he has lying in wait to be read again, yet also perfectly showing the framed familiar photo of his younger self and Bruce.

So Jason knows a thing or two about having things that have sentimental values that you just can't be apart from, even if the memories connecting to that thing aren't exactly ones that he wants to ever go back, instead keeping them in memorium of the boy he used to be and knowing that he'd hate the man he had to become against his will.

Jason could never hold it against you for possessing something that helps you and means so much to you. So seeing you look so small as he sees the plushy on your bed made his heart ache, thinking that he had proven himself as someone who would welcome every part of you, much like you have welcomed every part of him.

'Oh sweetheart.' Jason says softly as he holds your face, caressing your cheeks as he gently tilts your head up from looking at the floor and look into his eyes. 'Don't ever be ashamed of having something linked to your childhood, i don't ever want you to feel as if it's something to be ashamed of, not with me as that's not how i want our relationship to be.' He adds as he kisses your forehead, casting away those negative thoughts as far away from you as he can.

'it's not throwing you off?' you asked, looking at him for any lies you may find that he tried to hide, only to find none as he laughs and brings you in close to his chest, rubbing his hands up and down your back.

'Absolutely not.' Jason replied without hesitation. 'i'm staying here for the long wrong sweetheart so i hope your plush is okay with another person to share a bed with.' He adds as he looks over at the plush that flops onto the bed, almost as if it was giving Jason it's consent and approval for him to take care of you now.

Dick will find it sweet that you've got such a plush, he doesn't care about it's condition and would never make it an issue either, it's not his style.

He would want to know how ans when you got it and why it -above the other plushies you might've gotten in your childhood- was your most precious possesion. He'd love to listen to your stories and love the plushy as much as you did, for he didn't see it as just a plushy he only saw it as an extension of you, and he would treat the plushy with the respect it deserved for keeping you grounded and calm for all this time.

Yet when he saw how much you wanted to seemingly leave the second he saw your plush propped up on your desk, greeting you both with it's button eyes and stitched smile that you've been accostomed to for a long time, Dick can't help but feel as though he had done something wrong or didn't do enough to prove that he didn't care about the fact that you had a plush.

'who's this cutie?' He'd ask, wanting to ease you up again, 'they're not my replacement are they?' he adds jokingly as you began to find humour in the idea that Dick was comparing himself to the worn plush you've had since you were little.

'no, they're my childhood toy, hope that's not weird or embrassing.' you tell him.

Dick moves towards your plush and gently grabs their paw as though greeting it as though it was a sentient thing. 'it's actually an honour to see the plush that has kept you protected and secure for a long time, keeping you grounded and providing you a sense of calm when things get too much.' Dick then lets go of it's paw ans looks at you with a warm smile and even warmer gaze. 'it's nothing to be ashamed of, it's perfectly normal and shouldn't have to be hidden to make others comfortable at your own expense.' He finishes as he makes his way towards you and hold your hands in his.

'you're not freaked out? or disgusted?' you asked, still not certain of the whole thing.

'no. my opinion shouldn't matter becuase it doesn't, only yours and if having a childhood plush helps you, then that's all that matters.' Dick tells you as he kisses the tip of your nose.

Damian is going to ask questions but they are purely for learning purposes only.

He would never ever insult you for the fact that you carry something ever since you could speak your first words, so when he is satisfied with the awnsers given to him, Damian finds it honourable that you have something that keeps you grounded and reminds you of home.

He does his research on the pychology behind having a plushy, followed up by the benifits of having one are in order to fully understand why some people would keep their childhood stuffed toys, and making sure that Ace and Titus stay away from your plush at all times in case they mistake it as something they can play with.

He might make a face when he first sees it but it's mainly one of curiosity, tilting his head to the side as he tries to figure out the conection between you and this worn out but heavily loved plush, wheras you were regretting putting it away and out of sight and were about to when Damian keeps you from doing so by putting his hand on yours. 'why are you trying to hide it?' he would ask.

'It's weird of an adult to have an toy from their childhood, it's not soemthing that i should have anyways.' you tell him, pulling your hand from his grip as the empty feeling within you seemed to only worsen as your throat tightned with emotion that you'd let out when you were alone.

Damian furrows his brows as he looks at you and realises that his reaction was taken a you thinking he believes your weird for having a plush, and he was quick to correct this misunderstanding by holding your hand, intertwining your fingers together to prevent you from running away. 'There are research behind this sort of thing, you shouldn't feel regret or shame for having something that helps you and offers support with it's weighed attributes for a more grounding affect.' He begins as he tugs you to his side as he sits you both down on the bed, his thumbs caressing the back of your hand in silence reassurance.

'If anyone choses to raise their voice agaisnt you. Let me know and i shall have them delt with swiftly, for no one should ever spout words of venom at you, not for something that makes you feel safe and secure and in such cases allow me to be another source of reassurance and safety.' Damian continues in the way he knows how, defending your honour by using the methods he was raised to use to his advantage against those who claim it's childish.

For to him they were simply too childish if they couldn't understand themselves.

Bruce will find the plush cute as well, fully understanding the whole sentimentality that comes with having something from a young age, so he's not going to hold it agaisnt you for having a plush as an adult.

He knows the benifits of having a childhood plush and how it can reduce stress and or anxiety and bring a sense of comfort for you that he might not be able to give himself. He recagnises your childhoos plush as a source of calm in your hectic life, something that brings you back to better memories and moments that are attached to the plushy you kept.

So when he does first see the plush he doesn't show much of a reaction, acting like it's the most normal thing he's ever come across in his life, but he could see the hunch in your shoulders and the clench in your jaw that his lack of a reaction was only making your intenal thoughts even worse then before.

'If you think i'm going to shame you for having a keepsake from your childhood, then i haven't done enough on my part to do what your plush has been doing for twice as long.' He says as he looks at the plush and could easily envision you cudiling it agaisnt your chest, easily envison how it brought you down from the most stressful moments of your life thus far. 'You shouldn't have to stress about what i think about it for it doesn't matter, there's psychology and science that backs up the reason for keeping ahold of something from your past, so please don't think i'm against it when i'm actually all for it.' He adds with a small smile.

'you're not wierded out or find it silly?' you asked, still a little unsure of his acceptance of your childhood plush, thinking it to be too good to be true.

Bruce brings you into his side, kissing your temple once, twice as he squeezes your side. 'of course not, this is your anchor, your friend who has been a constant in your ever changing life, something you can always rely on to never change when it seems like eveything is moving at a faster pace for you.' He kisses your temple a third time, pratically cuddiling you to his chest now as he felt you burry into his chest.

'I would never ask you to give up your comfort for me, to put you to in a constant state of discomfort. So please don't feel as though you have to change yourself to appease others for no one is ever appeased, so you're best to staying true to yourself against it all.' Bruce finishes as the plush on your bed seemingly watched you both, happy that you had found someone that was more then accepting of you and everything you come with.

[bravehyde]

Love your Tenna anatomy posts! If you could, could you explain what kind of circumstance would cause the classic 'bars of bright colors' sort of malfunction in a TV vs a screen full of static?

Of course! The easy answer is that neither of these are malfunctions, although we tend to think of them as such, and instead kind of like the "default" states of television. I'll do their purpose in general and then how we see them with Tenna.

Static (aka digital snow or white noise) is the shortest and easiest to explain. Your television gives this to you because whatever channel you picked doesn't have anything on it, but there is *something* being transmitted anyway that it can't make sense of. After all, not just television uses electromagnetic waves. So since there's no station playing something on the specific signal you tuned to, it's taking random signals from background radiation and trying its best to show it. This won't make a logical picture, though, so we get this random pattern of pixels and electronic noise.

Next, we have SMPTE Color Bars, or...just color bars. We don't need to say that it's the pattern standardized by the Society of Motion Picture and Television Engineers every time, after all. This was developed as a form of calibration for analog screens like Tenna, and nowadays is used to calibrate external monitors that we connect to cameras so multiple people can look at what's being recorded (such as the director and producers) without crowding around the camera operator. Every bar is a main color at 100% intensity, ordered in a specific way that makes sense if you go through every way to calibrate a screen and that is a lot to go over which I don't think is needed info, but you want it, looking for SMPTE calibration will get you where you're going. It also plays a really annoying sound that you may know as the censor noise, because you'll KNOW if it's too loud and adjust accordingly.

Also quick fun fact, the "technical difficulties" screen that Tenna flashes by is based on the old, black-and-white version of that. When we say technical difficulties with the color bars now, it's probably because your television is fine, but there's something wrong on the end of the people transmitting. If you're not calibrating the television and the colors pop up, it's an issue with the source signal.

Now, let's look at when this happens with Tenna. I found one major place where he has static, and one major place he has color bars.

In Tenna's final boss fight, he gets the static every time you select a minigame and he's using his own head as a transition to it. You could say that he's initially getting static because he's between channels, since that happens sometimes as little "blips" as you're changing them. It could also be that the signal he's turning to doesn't have anything broadcasted on it until he decides so by teleporting the gang into that area. I'm more of a fan of the latter, since that means that he has direct control over electronic signals, not just the ones he listens to, and that better explains how he transports the gang into the minigames: he transforms them into information that he decodes on his screen.

And of course, we have the prime example of him using the color bars...when he dies. I'd like to note that the stuff coming out of his arms looks a lot like static, although I don't have any reason for saying it other than I think it looks cool. So, this is often used as a modern "technical difficulties" screen, and it can easily just be that. It can also be Tenna trying to recalibrate himself. He realizes there's a problem and is running diagnostics instinctively. Obviously, there is nothing that checking color values can do for losing your arms, so this doesn't do anything to help him.

If he is theoretically both the receiver and transmitter of his own signal, this could also be him showing that he lost his source. Maybe his source signal is whatever keeps him alive as a Darkner, analogous to how we are kept alive by our hearts beating and electric activity in our brains? If he is making his own signal, that can also be how he physically moves the gang to the channel he broadcasts the minigames in, and him experiencing a large amount of pain/damage would be reason to conserve energy and not do it anymore.

[writtenbyeli]

CHARLES LECLERC

tender loving care / june 23, 2025

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warnings: sickness, angst, vomiting, medicine

pairing: charles leclerc x wife!reader

nothing could’ve prepared you for the sickness that was to come from just one simple decision.

“yes, may i please have the salmon?” you smiled, gesturing towards the menu.

“mon cœur you know you don’t do well with seafood. no matter what, it upsets your stomach.” charles whispered lightly, not wanting to seem controlling in front of the waiter.

“i’ll be fine babe.” you whispered back, nodding at the waiter.

and now, roughly twelve hours later, it was 5am and it was not fine.

to start, the fish made your stomach hurt. just as charles said it would, just as it always did. but you were too persistent sometimes and it tended to backfire in your face.

it also happened to be undercooked. you’d think that since it was a beautiful, reservation only restaurant, that undercooked fish wouldn’t be a problem, but maybe you were naive for thinking that.

charles was asleep next to you as you tossed, trying to fall back asleep. charles had a meeting you were supposed to attend during lunch, so it was important for you to get as much sleep as possible.

your body ached, the violent pain from your stomach causing every muscle in your body to tense as the waves passed.

you slowly pushed yourself off the bed in an attempt to not wake charles.

you wanted to push through this by yourself, he had a lot on his plate too. you knew he cared, but the meeting was more important, and you had no intention of worrying him.

though you should’ve just accepted the help you knew he would provide because it was that same, overly independent attitude that got you in this position in the first place.

as you flicked the bathroom light on, you got a glimpse of just how rough you looked.

your skin was about three shades lighter, and you swayed with nausea.

swiftly grabbing some of your trusty medication from the cabinet, you heard shuffling back in the bedroom.

charles, of course he was waking up, he was the lightest sleeper known to man.

you shut the light off, hoping the dark would lull him back into slumber.

about a minute later, the rustling stopped. you peeked your head around the corner and saw him fully slumped against the pillow.

great, you’d have to suffer though this in the dark now.

you forced down the nausea medicine despite how badly you were shaking.

you lowered yourself to the ground in front of the toilet, propping your arms up on the sides to hold you. if you were going to be sick you just wanted it over with.

dry heave after dry heave, your body rattling from the force, the light quickly flickered on again.

what? oh— charles.

“mon ange what are you doing in the dark?” charles tiredly asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“i think i’m gonna be sick.” you croaked out, turning your face away from his gaze.

you felt a bit guilty for waking him up with all the noise, it was the last thing you wanted to do.

“why are you in the pitch black, why didn’t you wake me up?” he questioned, concern laced in his tone.

what stung the most is you could sense the hurt in his voice. his heart panged a little bit. why didn’t you wake him up? did you not trust him enough to see you like this?

“we have the meeting in less than 7 hours, i didn’t want to wake you up and have you be sleepy during work. it’s nothing personal baby, i wanted to be strong for you.” you explained, attempting to hold back the bile rising in your throat.

“oh, chérie. you are too independent sometimes. it doesn’t matter if i have a meeting in 5 minutes, never hesitate to come get me if something is wrong.”

“i’m sorry, i know you care. it’s not that, i thought i was doing the right thing.” you whispered, charles noticing the color now completely draining from your face.

“i know baby.” he smiled at you endearingly, quickly turning you back toward the toilet and pulling your hair out of your face.

your stomach practically emptied itself, your face resting on his shoulder once you were finished.

“i hate throwing up.” you sighed, nudging yourself closer into his grasp.

“i know you do, it’s okay.” he comforted, flushing the toilet quickly before lifting you up onto the seat.

“i’m gonna start a bath.” he whispered, grabbing various epsom salts from underneath the bathroom sink.

“i can do this myself honey.” you nodded towards the tub, just willing him to go back and get some rest.

“no baby, stop talking and let me help you.” he demanded, placing his hands on your shoulders. “i want to help you, i can’t go to sleep without knowing you’re okay.”

“mhm.” you finally gave in, the exhaustion creeping over you like a dark storm cloud.

charles filled the tub half way, helping you undress and step into the water.

he gently rubbed circles on your back as your body relaxed into the soothing comfort of the bath.

“next time, wake me up, i mean it.” he caressed your arm, carefully massaging your neck.

“i promise.”

@writtenbyeli 2025

written by eli <3

[jules-ln]

I thank every God that I'm both Mexican and brown so I don't have any white guilt lmao

Because I see people saying things like "Oh my God! I can't believe people are making Jayce violent just because he's brown! That's so racist"

And I'm here like "You mean the character with the giant hammer? the league of legends character with the giant magical hammer that shots lasers? that's the character you call non-violent?"

Because seriously, what do you think he's doing with the hammer in the game? Giving away flowers and candy?

And you might say "but that's only in the game"

And I'm like: his fight with Vi, his 2 fights with Viktor (though the second one was more like Viktor kicking his ass), that time he killed Salo, that time he shot Viktor while Viktor's guard was down

But my point is, while it is true that Jayce isn't inherently violent; saying that Jayce ISN'T violent at all is also just wrong

Because it's funny that I've seen people going to extremes with Jayce and Viktor lmao

Like Jayce isn't a Himbo, but he is naive in a lot of ways; he's kind, but he isn't exactly soft; he's harsh but not merciless; he's smart, but a lot of times he misses the forest for the trees; he's aggressive, but not in a brutish way

He's a complex character that is very similar to a real man, and I don't think you can fit his whole personality within a post on Xwitter or Bluesky lmao

That's why I love JayVik, because these two are two very complex characters, very flawed and contradictory and yet, they still managed to fit with each other; because Jayce is capable of looking at Viktor with all his flaws and love him, not despite of them, but because those are also him. And I think for Viktor is the same, he loves Jayce with all his flaws

But then people just say: "it's racist to say that Jayce is violent" and I'm here like

Listen, you need to recognize that at some point in your need to not make something accidentally racist you've gone 360 and are completely back at basically saying that brown people aren't capable of the complete range of human emotions, ergo, brown people aren't as complex as white people. Which, this goes without saying, that is bad

And while it is true that there's a stereotype about brown people being more aggressive, in Jayce's case being violent is not his entire personality, like I said; he's a complex character, if his only characteristic was being violent then yeah, that's a problem, but violence it's just something that he does depending on the context. Like, you know how human beings are known to be violent at times

And see, I think that's the problem with the fandom's characterization of both Jayce and Viktor

Because, for example, when I say "Viktor isn't mean" I don't say it in a "Viktor will never be mean towards anyone" way, but more in a "there are very specific circumstances under which Viktor will be mean, and interacting with Jayce in an every day scenario isn't one of them" but I wholeheartedly believe that Viktor could be mean if the situations called for it. Just look at how he basically deadnamed Jinx, you can't tell me that wasn't Viktor purposely being mean lmao

So, with Jayce, I don't believe that his first reaction would be violence on most occasions, but say, if someone was harassing Viktor, would Jayce punch them without thinking? Yeah, probably

[vampyrixdarling]

— 「𝑷𝑨𝒀𝑪𝑯𝑬𝑪𝑲 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑨 𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑵𝑬𝑹 𝑾𝑯𝑶 𝑰𝑺 𝑶𝑵 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑰𝑹 𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑶𝑫」

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Polyam!Elliot + Chance x AFAB! Reader (Gender Neutral)

Summary: How would they react to you being on your period?

Warnings: Periods, blood (obviously).

Note: wrote this on my period :( I decided to be extremely self-indulgent and put all of my personal experiences during the dreaded shark week into writing and cope with my fictional boyfriends. Oh, the joys of being a woman. Shoutout to my beta reader we argued over commas.

Word count: 1,380

❥ ELLIOT has a younger sister, so he’s decently experienced in this sort of thing. He’s learned a few things from helping Mia with her period, so it’s not too different with you. There were a few times where Elliot would ask Mia for tips on how to help you and what not to do, and she’d warn him that it’s not always the same for everyone. Even so, she’d give him the best advice she could, and he’d apply that to you. He’s also prepared a few things beforehand, such as meals that take into account a mixture of your cravings and nutritious foods. He’s not too grossed out by it; he knows it’s natural.

⤷ If your cramps are too bad, Elliot would skillfully massage you. He’s well built — to nobody’s surprise — so it’s really not a problem for him. It’s effective, actually. He’d frequently check in on you, asking if the noises you were letting out were indeed from relief and satisfaction and not pain.

❥ CHANCE thinks it’s a little gross, but he’s not against helping you. It’s just the thought of blood coming out of… there… unsettles them. They understand it’s natural, but still. On the bright side, no matter how gross he thinks it is, that won’t deter him from cuddling you. If you need them, you need them. He’s not going to deprive you just because you’re bleeding.

⤷ Though, he is a bit tense when you two cuddle. He’d have to be the big spoon. And even then, he’s still as stiff as a board. But if it’s for you, and you enjoy the warmth they and the blanket provide, they’re willing to sacrifice a bit of comfort for you. It’s nothing against you, just… past experiences.

❥ If you didn’t want to talk to anyone, or simply couldn’t, Chance and Elliot would understand. They wouldn’t try to talk to you. Instead, Elliot would offer to lay in bed with you and cuddle you, behind you with one of his hands wrapped gently around your waist and the other hand just below your belly button, delivering gentle massages to the area.

⤷ In the case that Chance is fully comfortable with you, he’d be more than willing to join. You’d be sandwiched in between them: with Elliot in the front and Chance in the front with your legs wrapped around them as they place gentle kisses along your neck, whispering comforting words to you. Elliot and Chance would even pepper kisses all over your face. If you didn’t want any physical contact, the two of them would just lay with you in silence. Their presence alone would be enough for you.

⤷ If Chance hasn’t quite reached that stage yet, they’d still do whatever they could to make you feel loved. Even if he isn’t fully comfortable cuddling you, there are other things he can do. They would grab you a heating pad, bring you blankets, watch movies with you while they hold your hand. Ask him for anything and it’s done without another word. I think one of their love languages would be acts of service, and that shows prominently during this time.

❥ Chance and Elliot don’t get upset when you yell or scream at them, they don’t lash out when you act like the biggest bitch on planet earth. They’re patient with you. They’re kind and understanding. Sure, they’re hurt a little bit, but you’re in the worst pain they’ve ever seen you in. You get a pass, yeah?

❥ Chance would feel like he’s stepping on eggshells around you nonetheless. Don’t get them wrong, they’re always there to help you when you need something, whether that’s attempting to help Elliot make you food (it’s a 50/50 chance they fuck it up), giving you a glass of water, buying you your product of choice or buying you painkillers, or even cuddling. But with your mood swings? One wrong move and it’s off with his head. They’re easily nervous around you when you’re like this, but their poker face covers it really well. You wouldn’t know unless he wanted you to. They love you with all their heart, but your mood swings are no joke.

❥ Spade would let you hold him while you napped. Being an abnormally large rabbit, it’s safe to say he’s very, very nice to cuddle. The warm, soft fur would be a blessing to you. People always say that animals can sense when something is wrong, you assume it’s the same way with the continental giant.

❥ If the mix of bleeding and pain was so bad that you fainted, Elliot and Chance would be worried sick. They’d panic, and they would immediately take you to bed, or another soft surface. When you came to, you’d be greeted with food and water. Even if you insisted that you actually could not eat nor drink, they’d encourage you until you did. You’d know you were lightheaded by your entire head becoming cold, and the feeling that you couldn’t describe for the life of you. You close your eyes, and next thing you know, you’re on the ground when you swear you were standing just a moment ago. You don’t even remember falling. It’d happen anywhere. Standing from your bed, in the bathroom with the door locked, you name it. Safe to assume that you’ll always have one of them by your side just in case you faint again.

⤷ Elliot would work hard making you your favourite, healthy and nutritional snacks. If you fainted, clearly that means you lost too much blood and you lack iron. So he’s quickly making you a meal or drink that’s full of that. If you can’t eat solid foods, he’s making you soup. He’d also entertain your cravings.

❥ If the pain was so unbearable that you’d vomit everything you’ve eaten the past day (and more), they’d hold your hair back and rub slow, gentle circles on your back as they whispered comforting words into your ears, assuring you that you would be okay. If the nausea hit you when you were being too physical, they’d force you to take a break, lest the pain make you vomit.

❥ If you decided you wanted to attempt to sleep the period cramps away, they’d be confused. They wouldn’t understand why instead of taking painkillers which would help your pain go away, you’d attempt to sleep and hope for the best. But on the other hand, you do need rest. Elliot, though stubborn about this, stops protesting. You know your own body best, after all. If the cramps are still present when you’ve awoken from your nap, Elliot will hand you painkillers and a glass of water. You really don’t have a choice. No, you cannot sleep it off. No, you aren’t wasting painkillers. Yes, you really need these.

❥ If you were convinced that you couldn’t get out of bed, they wouldn’t protest. They’d give you a heating pad and bring you some snacks and water. They’d comfort you with each turn you made in the bed, whining and crying because “no position felt right.” They’d insist that you didn’t have to get up, even if you wanted to. They promised they could take care of everything around the house, run the errands that you couldn’t. Chance, despite being lazy and unmotivated, would take over your chores.

⤷ They’d go to the store and search for pads or tampons for you. They’d text you, sending pictures and asking you what specific type, size, and brand they should get. They would proceed to buy 2 packages. If you were craving anything specific, you didn’t need to ask them twice. Ice cream, chocolate, etc., Chance would pay for it no matter how expensive it was. Only the best for their good luck charm.

❥ They’re patient and understanding with you while you’re all hormonal. Your emotions are all over the place, switching frequently, yet they still try their best for you. Even if you’re crying because you can’t screw open a container, or angry because you can’t get an inch of quiet. Luckily for the three of you, the second day isn’t that bad. And by the third, you’re practically already feeling like yourself. But that doesn’t mean they’ll stop checking in on you or offering to do things.

[beaviu]

wrong table, right person .𖥔 ݁ ˖𓂃.☘︎ ݁˖ — sjy

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synopsis . ❀ ݁ ˖ yn finally agrees to a blind date to finally shut her bffs up about her tragic dating life. Dressed to impress but armed with zero expectations, she arrives at a café, scans the room, and sits across from a guy who checks every box: handsome yet cute, and surprisingly sarcastic in a way that keeps her on her toes. Only one problem: he’s not her date. Jake, a schools heartthrob laying low not to be caught by his fan girls, is just trying to enjoy a quiet cup of coffee when a stranger slides into the seat across from him and starts talking like they know each other. Intrigued — and a little bored — he plays along. What starts as a mistaken identity turns into a full-blown accidental date. And when yn finally realizes her mixup… she walks away mortified. But Jake? He can’t stop thinking about her. Now he’s determined to find her again — without revealing who he really is. As fate (or nosy mutual friends) brings them back together, their story becomes anything but accidental. Because sometimes, love finds you at the wrong table — at exactly the right time.

“Oh my god, you guys really didn’t have to come over,” yn says, rummaging through her closet in a frantic attempt to find something to wear. Kai chuckles from the corner of the room, shaking his head. “bro you need all the help you can get. Whatever you’re doing to scare these guys off, it’s definitely working.”

Meanwhile, Juyeon is casually snacking on whatever he could find in yns fridge, seemingly unfazed by the chaos in the room. Yumi, who’s also digging through yns closet, suddenly stops and gasps. “yn! Look! Wear this! It’s perfect!” she exclaims, holding up a black off the shoulder top and a cute dark wash mini skirt “pfft is that even going to fit on her, I haven’t seen her wear that shirt since forever” wonbin says next to juyeon whos also snacking on the same thing

yn glares at wonbin and then glances at the mess of clothes scattered all over the room. “I don’t know if this is going to fit, ugh it doesn’t even look like it can go over my head bro” “Trust me,” Yumi says, grinning. “At this point, you’ve got nothing to lose nini” “wow thanks for all the support my loving friends who have gotten me into this situation in the first place” yn says laying on the floor making a snow angel with all her clothes on the floor.

“oh my god can you try it on already we don’t have all day” juyeon says rummaging through her fridge even more trying to find her secret stash of food. yn noticing “yea i will if you can get your fat fingers away from my fridge” juyeon gasps loudly “cmonnnn nini go try it on” yumi forces her to get up and pushes her towards her bathroom door. “ok fine but if i look like a hot mess im not coming out” “OH CMONN THATS THE FUN PART” kai yells from his corner and wonbin nodding silently from the kitchen counter.

“Oh my god, is she seriously still laying on the floor?” Juyeon calls out from the kitchen counter, voice muffled by the fridge door as he digs through it, clearly trying to find yns secret stash of snacks. “We’re starving, and you’re still deciding if that shirt fits? Just get it over with already!” yn groans from the floor “I swear, youre worse than my mom. stop nagging me lee juyeon!! I’ll try it on when I want to gosh”

“Ugh, don’t act like we’re the problem here,” wonbin teases, walking toward the bathroom door. “The only thing slowing this down is you. Just try it on! I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone take so long to put on a shirt.” juyeon complains like theres no tomorrow as yumi gently pushes yn towards the bathroom door and wonbin opening the door for them. Kai pipes up from the couch, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Yeah, honestly, you’ve got this yn. It’s just a shirt and a skirt, not like you’re reinventing the wheel.”

Wonbin, sitting lazily at the floor infront of the bathroom door with a snack, chuckles. “Do you think she’s gonna come out wearing it or just get stuck halfway through? ‘Cause that seems more likely.” yumi smacks his shoulders “stop making fun of my baby and go and get me some of whatever your eating im hungry too” wonbin winces in pain but still gets up annoyed while sticking his tongue at her. “boy if you don’t put that fat tongue back in ur mouth”

“hey guys it fits i think?” yn calls back, her voice muffled as she struggles with the shirt. “But if I come out looking like a hot mess, it’s all your fault and im never trusting u bitches again”

“Oh, we know it’s gonna be a hot mess,” Kai says with a loud laugh.

“You’re the worst huening kai.” yelling from the bathroom

After a couple of minutes, yn emerges slowly from the bathroom, standing awkwardly in the doorway with her arms crossed like she’s waiting for the inevitable onslaught of teasing. The room goes dead silent for a moment. And then, as expected, it erupts.

“Oh my god, she actually did it,” Kai says, snickering like it’s the best thing he’s seen all week. “Who let you out of your cave yn?”

Juyeon takes one look and just bursts out laughing. “Okay, hold up. Did someone spike your water? What happened to chopped yn??” YN rolls her eyes. “It’s just a shirt and a skirt. Stop acting like I’m wearing a ballgown.”

Wonbin raises an eyebrow, still munching on his snack. “Not gonna lie, though. You actually kind of look like huzz but no glaze cause your still chopped” “I’m just so glad you think I look like chopped huzz” YN says dryly, giving him a playful shove. “Really boosts my self-esteem.”

Yumi, arms crossed and grinning mischievously, steps forward. “I literally told u guys this was THE fit. like cmon now” “Oh, for sure,” Kai chimes in. “next time can you dress me. I want to look unrecognizable too.”

Juyeon snorts. “honestly, I’m kind of impressed. I didn’t think you could manage this without looking like you just stepped out of a disaster movie.” YN shoots them all a look. “Yeah, keep laughing. I’ll just make sure you don’t get any snacks next time we hang out Lee juyeon.”

“Hey, don’t threaten me im the one who landed u on yet another date” juyeon says, holding up his bag of chips.

“You’re literally the worst one to play the Cupid role omg” YN scoffs, hands on her hips.

“youre all grown up now!!! guys she’s grown up so fast” Kai throws his hands in the air dramatically, like he’s being hit with a wave of sudden emotion. “Look at you! How do you go from our little baby to suddenly ready for marriage ”

Yn glares at him, fighting back a grin. “You guys are lucky I even let you guys in here to “help” me. You’re getting one look, and then youre all leaving.”

“my nini baby all grown up,” Yumi teases, “but just remember—you can’t run away from us. We’ll be sure to remind you of this moment forever.”

“Yeah,” Wonbin says, leaning back in the kitchen chair, “you look cute, but don’t get used to it. You’ve got the nonchalant persona to maintain.”

Yn crosses her arms, giving them all a look of mock seriousness. “Alright, I’ll leave the nonchalant part to you guys. You can keep it.” The teasing continues as she heads out, but before she can fully close the door she hears juyeon scream “CAN WE EAT YOUR RAMEN!” yn rolls her eyes and peeps her head through the door “yes but only two packs you guys can share, and I’ll know if you eat more than one. I WILL KNOW.”

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[reysdriver]

The New Kids | E.M.

You start a new job with your friends and discover the grumpy line cook has a soft spot for you — line cook!eddie x fem!waitress!reader fluff

Part of the Apple of My Eye series but can be read as a standalone

warnings: some savoury (hehe food joke) language typical for kitchen staff

words: 1.7k

You stood alongside your best friends, Steve and Robin, each one of you with varying feelings about your first day of work at Benny’s Diner. 

For you, the feeling was mostly positive. Some nerves, but you were mainly excited for the new experience. 

Robin was pretty okay about it all. She was pretty happy that the three of you could goof off in a new setting. 

But Steve, he was not excited. He was just there to make money after his parents cut him off so he could continue driving you and Robin around town. Even though he probably could have found a higher paying job, he applied for Benny’s because you girls had already done so, and the three of you were a package deal. 

Benny handed you three your aprons and notepads like you were cops in a movie receiving your badges and guns, and then told you to find Jonathan if you had any questions throughout your shift. 

You all nodded in acknowledgement at his instructions—however lacklustre they were—and went about starting your work. 

At the halfway point of your shift, you were feeling ready to take on the world. 

That was a lie. 

By halfway into your shift, you had already messed up 3 different orders, spilled someone’s water all over their table, and given someone the completely wrong change when they paid for their meal. At least most people were forgiving when you told them it was your first day and you were in training, but you knew they were still upset. 

Steve and Robin were also struggling slightly with getting a hang of the job, but at least Steve could charm his way out of most complaints.

You and your friends were scrambling around the diner, and you knew it was affecting everyone around you. You’ve had to call Benny over to customers after they’ve asked for the manager, Jonathan has been asked more questions than he could count, and you’ve had to ask the kitchen staff about substitutions and remakes. 

Everyone’s been nice, but Jonathan also warned you to stay on Eddie’s good side, however small that side may be. And now the other cooks were on break, so Eddie was the only one left and you had a problem you needed to bring to the back. 

Steve also had something to ask the cooks, and you let him go first. You stood behind him nervously awaiting your turn. 

“A customer is asking if we can make the chicken noodle soup vegetarian, can we?” Steve asked, and Eddie just stared at him with a frustrated expression. 

“What the fuck do you think?” The cook asked. 

Steve seemed to have understood, but he just stood there. 

“That was a question, pretty boy! What do you think?”

“Uh, no?” Steve said, worried that Eddie would blow up even more. 

“Exactly. Now get out of my face and tell those customers they’re dumbasses.”

Steve turned around with an awkward, tight-lipped smile on his face. He passed you, rolling his eyes at Eddie’s attitude. 

“Good luck.” Your friend warned, clearly annoyed by the cook. 

God, now it was your turn. You’ve already been having a rough shift, and you knew getting yelled at by the hot, yet obviously temperamental cook was just going to make things so much worse. 

You took a deep breath, then approached the window. You weren’t really sure how to get his attention, so you just waited a short moment until he put out a dish for Jonathan to take. 

Eddie’s harsh expression softened when he saw you, but since you were trying hard not to make eye contact with the man, the change went unnoticed.

“Hey, uh, there’s a customer out there who has a dairy allergy.” You started, speaking lightly, but loud enough so he could hear you over the kitchen noise. “She wants an omelette, but she asked if she could get it with no cheese. And she asked that if you use butter for the grill, could you give it a quick wipe and just not use it for this?”

You weren’t sure how Eddie would react to a request like this, but based on what you’ve heard—and what you just saw with Steve—you were bracing yourself for an angry, sarcastic comment at the very least.

So you were somewhat taken aback when Eddie just responded with a simple “Yeah, we can do that” and a quick nod. 

“Oh, okay, that’s great.” You replied, relieved at how that went down. “I’ll go tell her that, then get the orders from the rest of the table, and I’ll be back.”

You walked away, then as you said, you came back a few minutes later with everyone’s orders. You passed them over to the kitchen, and gave Eddie a soft smile when you saw him. Just a wordless thank you for being nice a couple minutes ago. 

“Hey, we use oil, by the way.” He said right as you were about to walk away again. 

“Sorry?”

“We use oil for the grill. Just for future reference. You can tell customers if they ask again.” 

“Oh, thanks.” You said, almost a whisper. 

“No problem.”

Everyone you had met today had told you at least one thing about staying away from Eddie. They said to stay on his good side, or even to just avoid him whenever you could. You were glad you didn’t follow that advice, because he actually seemed really sweet. 

In fact, he was actually brightening your day slightly. He was being nice and patient when some others haven’t been so forgiving today. 

Later, while you were pouring some glasses of water for the family in the corner, Steve stopped and stood next to you. 

“Did you get yelled at?” He asked you. “I didn’t stay around long enough to hear.”

You shook your head, barely looking up from the cups. “No. It went fine.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Fine? What did you ask?”

“Something similar to you. About a customer’s diet thing, I guess.”

“Oh, you go to hell.” Steve joked. He walked away, over to where Robin was standing, glad you weren’t on the receiving end of Eddie’s temper, but also annoyed that he was.

You continued to go about your shift, not putting much thought into Eddie being nice to you while quite short to your friend. It was honestly hard to think about anything other than the lunch rush and how to deal with almost every table in the diner being full. 

You barely even noticed that you were almost done with your shift and other servers were about to come in and take your place. The time only clicked in your head after a customer asked how much longer you had in your shift after you mentioned to them it had been a somewhat long day. 

You checked your watch and sure enough, the day felt ready to leave because your shift was almost over. 

As you waited out the last little bit of your shift, you made sure everyone at your tables was doing okay and didn’t need anything urgently. Once you assured everything was settled, you went to the back and into the staff room where you had left your stuff this morning. 

Robin was already there when you walked in. She stood there waiting for you and Steve, her backpack on her shoulders like a child waiting to be picked up after school. 

“So what are we thinking? Do we like this job or do we have to quit and find a new one?” She asked, and you didn’t doubt that she was serious. 

“I like it.” You shrugged. “We’ll have to see how Steve feels too, but I’m not hating it so far.”

And speak of the devil, Steve walked in, looking like he had just spent the whole day doing hard labour. 

“Sounds like we might have to quit. He looks rough and it’s just been one day.” Robin half-joked.

“What? No way.” Steve decided. “One day here and I’ve already made more tips than I ever made at Scoops Ahoy!”

“From the ladies!” You taunted, laughing with Robin. 

“Yeah, the old ones.” Steve clarified. “They love me.”

You and Robin burst out into a fit of giggles. You had noticed Steve laying on the charm earlier for a table of mall-walkers, and you could affirm that he seemed completely in his element. 

“So we’re staying?” You asked once you calmed your laughter. 

“Absolutely. Best place to get money so I can keep driving you ladies around.”

“Speaking of which, I’m hungry so we should get going. You’re driving!”

The three of you gathered your stuff and opened the door to head out the staff exit of the restaurant. And guess who was leaned up against the wall by the dumpster taking a smoke break? Your new work friend, Eddie Munson. 

Steve and Robin barely acknowledged him as you all walked by, but you gave him a little wave and a polite smile. 

“Have a good night.” He told you, much to Steve and Robin’s surprise. 

“Yeah, you too.” You said with a smile. You could feel heat in your cheeks, but you weren’t entirely sure about the reason. 

When you got into Steve’s car, you were still fighting—and losing the fight against—a giddy smile gracing your lips. Steve noticed it when he sat down next to you, and Robin saw it by looking up to the rearview mirror. 

“So, it looks like you’re doing just fine with the new job.” Robin teased you. 

“Yeah, I don’t mind it.” You responded, pretending you didn’t know what she was really talking about.

“And what about the line cook over there?”

“Eddie? Yeah, we talked a little today. He’s nice.”

“That’s because he likes you.” Steve said plainly. 

You were slightly taken aback by his bluntness. You were sure that wasn’t the case. Steve was probably just joking around, trying to get under your skin, but you’d be lying if the idea didn’t flatter you. 

“Maybe he just felt bad for me or something. Or maybe you guys just haven’t given him a chance.”

Steve and Robin made eye contact in the mirror and widened their eyes, communicating in their own little language. They were wondering if you were really that oblivious, and how long it would take you to realize. 

From that moment, they started counting the days until things clicked for you.

[yushi-ni]

ot6 how they act in an argument please🙏🏽😋

ෆ NCT WISH ෆ 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗀𝗎𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ masterlist

NCT WISH and arguments ꨄ how they act in arguments - small fights as your bf. mentions of things that could be viewed as rude - little toxicity. this is purely for entertainment purposes so don’t take it too serious!!!

hi anon!!! 🧚🏻🧚🏻🧚🏻 here’s this hahahaha!!! hope you like this one, i didn’t proofread so if sentences seem a little out of place or vague.. i’m sorry!!! i tried but sometimes it just doesn’t work out the way i want it to so please bare with me hahahaha enjoy it!!!!

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oh sion

ᯓ ok sion is a petty one ngl. depending on the seriousness of the situation. he will have different reactions. couples fight, so you two have your own issues too every now and then. most of the time it’s just small fights that don’t really get to a point of conflict. but sometimes… mr oh sion has this little attitude that makes it a little harder to forgive and forget. ngl he has this little ego problem that can make him look super arrogant. not one to give in or accept your opinion because it’s not necessarily the truth just because you (you) feel this way.

ᯓ sometimes there’s these little moments when one reacts out of frustration, it’s a human emotion so it’s not always in our control. sion definitely has a lot of built up emotions - frustration, not necessarily towards you but also work related. so at times this results in his response being so strong even though the matter itself was not a big issue to begin with. sometimes you can understand, you can see the bigger picture of the situation and just let it slide. you know he doesn’t mean it as a personal attack towards you. but other days, you’re more heated about a certain thing so his reaction triggered the wrong emotion in you as well. then it’s fire against fire and both of you are stubborn, so no one is going to give in

ᯓ sion won’t always see when he’s in the wrong. he’s very understanding when you speak your mind but when it’s directly towards him or something involving him he has a hard time getting past his own thoughts. and he’ll let you know too. he’s not a mean person, not at all, he’s just very blunt and selfish with certain things. sometimes his words leave his mouth before his mind can comprehend and think about a proper response. his facial expressions are also very strong, raised eyebrows, narrowing his eyes, tilting his head etc etc. he’s easily ‘offended’ so goes straight into self defence. sometimes he will just stare at you and not even say anything, just a chuckle out of disbelief. won’t ever intentionally hurt you so when it gets a little too heated - serious he will give you your space, just like you do to him and when he calmed down or when he has had some time to think about it he’ll come find you and ‘try’ to talk about it.

maeda riku

ᯓ riku is a very kind and warm person. he’s brought up in a loving house and is super close with his sister and mother. out of all wishies he might be the most understanding when it comes to women and their ‘issues’. fights don’t really happen, yes you have moments of mutual frustration or one sided as well, but it never goes as far as a fight. whenever there’s something that bothers him, he’ll come to you. sometimes he’ll need a little time to get his own thoughts clear and he might need a little push in the back from sion but he will always try and communicate with you. he doesn’t want to argue or be upset with you

ᯓ if you’re upset with him, for whatever reason, his first reaction might be to deny mostly out of self defence. not in a; ‘no wtf are you on about’ but he needs a little moment to let it sink in yk what i mean?? because as understanding as he is, he’s not perfect or a robot. he has his own feelings so if you confront him with something he needs your words to reach his mind before he can actually talk to you about it. sometimes this might make him look uninterested or as if he’s not taking you seriously but he’s really just thinking and trying to make sure he understands what you’re telling him.

ᯓ he’ll never leave the house or part ways with you if you’re not on one line. he will give you all the space you need…; from the other side of the wall… in the same apartment!!!! no matter if you were in the wrong or if it was his fault; most of the time it’s him coming to you to apologise and make up again. he just can’t stand the thought of being mad or upset with someone, especially not with you. ngl he’s a very emotional guy so it’s not unlikely that some tears flow down his face

tokuno yushi

ᯓ mmmh yushi can lowkey be a little pain in the ass when it comes to arguments. it’s not like he enjoys fighting with you, not at all but he’s not always the cute - sweet guy (usually he is ok!!!) same with sion it depends on the situation and the actual cause of the problem but if it’s something coming from his own frustration, so something that you might have done or said, he will not hold back. he’s not straight up mean, but his words can be harsh and direct.. which is a huge contrast to his usual kind personality. he’s the type of person to react out of anger and emotions, his frustration getting the best of him. picture dramatic hands brushing through his hair, deep sighs, stone cold face etc etc

ᯓ if there’s a situation where you confront him about something his face will show his reaction before any words leave his mouth. if it’s just something small, he can let it slide but if he feels ‘uncomfortable’ or attacked he won’t really be able to see the bigger picture but in that moment his first instinct is to defend himself and even turn the tables back on you. i think out of all of them he has the hardest time with confrontation. but that’s just in the moment itself. he is blunt and too direct with his words so it comes out a lot harsher than he initially wants.

ᯓ when the heat of the ‘conflict’ is over and he had some time to think about what happened, he will definitely come to terms with the fact that he might have ‘overreacted’. if he thinks he was at fault, he will try to talk to you and make up. he doesn’t like fighting with you because who likes fighting with someone they love? but he needs some time to calm down again. and so do you, if after some time you feel like you could have approached it better, you will say sorry and tell him how you feel. fights won’t linger for long because you don’t want to be mad at each other, you don’t want to go to bed upset and avoid the other out of pettiness. you just need to hear each other out and peace will come again

kim jaehee

ᯓ he’s honestly very mature. very understanding and a good listener when it comes to things like this. but (!) even prince jaehee can get a little hot headed sometimes.. but to just go with the first part first; he doesn’t like arguments and will do everything in his power to avoid getting in fights with you. if something is bothering you, you are always free to talk to him and voice out your thoughts. he will listen and hear you out and will speak his own mind too. 9/10 times arguments can be avoided with simple communication and mutual respect!!! same goes with the times jaehee wants to point out something that you did. you’ll listen to what he has to say and then talk about it together so both of you can understand the other’s point of view

ᯓ but there’s these rare occasions where jaehee feels stronger emotions that are harder to control. he doesn’t get jealous easily but one of the things that can bother him so much is how (in his words and eyes) you can be so obnoxious to other people’s behaviour and intentions. you’re just too kind and might be a little bit of a people pleaser and that drives him insane sometimes. it comes from a good place in his heart, he doesn’t want people to take advantage of you and your kindness but he can get very mad when you don’t seem to even realise. so the only times fights with jaehee can get more serious is when it’s about you and his protectiveness.

ᯓ whenever those situations do occur, you just need a little moment to think. be alone and let your mind wander about the things that have been said. you know his love for you goes beyond anything so you also know he only wants the best for you. he will give you the space you need but it won’t take long before he comes into your room to talk about it. this time in a calm and peaceful manner, you both had the needed time and space and now you can make up and go back to normal. because neither of you like to see the other upset ofc

hiroshe ryo

ᯓ buckle up girl now our little ryo here definitely knows what he is right and wrong (in his eyes) he is not the type to get mad mad, he won’t raise his voice in an angry way or whatever but he is SO whiny. not in a ‘awww what a cutie’ way (he whines in a cute way too but obviously not whenever he’s frustrated or upset) no no no he will whine and complain about it over and over again. if something happens he will not hold back and immediately go into a whole rant. gets so defensive even tho there was no reason to. will voice out whatever is bothering him and answers his own questions in the same sentence. lowkey strays off of the whole issue itself as his mind just races

ᯓ big fights don’t happen often but sometimes you do get in a stupid yes or no battle and none of you want to let go of it first. he is young so he’s still ‘learning’ about the importance of communication and understanding. in the heat of the moment he can only focus on being in the right and it’s only after the situation dies down he is able to see the bigger picture. ryo can come across as a little bit of a gaslighter, not in a way that he gets toxic and mean (!!!) but he will unintentionally switch your words and make you feel like you’re in the wrong and it is your fault that you’re fighting right now

ᯓ just as quickly as that little head of his gets all worked up and bursts out, it’s also gone again. he’s very into the moment itself so he can easily brush it off again and go back to normal. as soon as the words are said it’s ok and he can just go on like nothing happened. sometimes that’s ok with you, if it was something unserious or just not worth getting upset about you can just let it be but sometimes it is not that easy to ignore and you can’t be all fun and happy since it lowkey hurt your feelings. in those moments you will silently approach your bf and try to voice out your thoughts. he might not even realise he upset you so he will definitely try to make it up to you and obviously apologises for making you feel bad.

fujinaga sakuya

ᯓ i don’t think sakuya is one to get bothered by something quickly. yes there might be things that you do that he doesn’t really understand or see the purpose of it but he’s more of a; ‘you do you’ type of guy. there’s no reason to fight, in his opinion, if you accept him and he accepts you then what more is there to do?? and even when there are things that can cause a little passage of words, it’s never serious enough that it will keep him up at night. as long as you talked about it, it’s all good.

ᯓ one thing saku does tho, whether that’s to you, ryo or sion, is that he is very quick with his response. it almost seems as if he has an answer ready at any given moment. you point out something and in an instant he fired back, not necessarily a bad thing but it can come across a little more rude than he intended to. he can get a little sulky tho, not one to be mad at you for stupid things but boi can he sulk. he can’t hide his feelings for you so you can always tell when he’s not feeling it. but if you ask him about it he won’t give you a clear answer. just some mumbling, pouty lips and all. he can’t stay (or wants) to feel upset with you so even if he gets in his feels for a little bit he will quickly find his way back to his senses and apologises for behaving a little bit out of place

ᯓ in general saku is very easy going so fights just don’t really happen, which is a good thing ofc. he also doesn’t see an issue with voicing out his discomfort towards you about things that happened or possible scenarios that could happen. so he might come across as a little blunt whenever he just blurts out what’s on his mind but you know it’s never with any bad intentions. so you can easily communicate and talk your way through the situation (10 points for bf saku!!!)

[bowxs]

I have a request but just if you have the time🧡🧡: Reader is Butchers niece and he wants her to babysit Ben. She hates it because she actually wanted to go clubbing that evening and appears at Bens motel room in the worst mood and dressed like sin. Ben teases her that clubbing is a waste of time for pretty young women (because of his ancient mindset) so she bluntly tells him she wanted to go there to find someone to hook up with because women have needs too. So he takes it in his hands to get rid of that problem for her.

im so sorry this has been in my drafts for weeks😭 i love love this idea tho thank u!!

its kinda rushed but i tried! i havent been feeling too well so i hope it doesnt suck

• i was thinking of making different readers and making fics based off of them (+ mood boards and outfits, the whole thing!) let me know if that could be a good idea or not (and give me ideas!)

divider from @uzmacchiato

you loved uncle butcher, except for when you didnt. you hated when he dragged you into his stupid plans and made you miss out on time with your own friends

however much you hated it though wasnt enough to make you say no. this time he called you was no different, with little to no warning he asked you to ‘watch over something’ at his place.. whatever that meant

so as always, you just grumbled into the phone about needing more warning and some compensation for your troubles before you were en route to the address of uncle butcher’s appartment

what you didnt expect was to open the door and be met with a grown ass man in a tracksuit and a half smoked joint in hand. god this was not what you needed right now

“listen i didnt pay for a hooker and i ain’t got any money on me but if you wanna give me something for free” ben wriggles his eyebrows at you, manspreading on the couch as he watches you slam the door

“im NOT a hooker.” you huff, clearly starting the night off on the wrong foot. half of you wanted to call billy- tell him to get someone else to deal with his bullshit- but the other half felt too bad to say anything

“youre sure dressed like one, sweetheart. dont wanna give a man the wrong impression now” he chuckles from the couch, taking a drag of the joint, the smoke pouring out of his mouth as he laughs. god he was a dilf if youve ever seen one.

you had only been there for an hour and ben- you learnt his name- was on his third joint, still somehow not high. you had made it most of the hour with minimal conversation, which you figured was a good thing. until it wasnt.

“so why are you dressed like a hooker, doll? i mean you said you aernt one but i beg to differ” he chuckles again, and youd never thought a laugh could sound hot, but you also thought youd never baby sit a grown man

“i WAS going to go clubbing until i got called to watch your ass instead” you explain but you dont miss the way his face contorts as you say ‘clubbing’. god, how old was this guy?

“women like you aernt meant to go clubbing, doll. im practically saving you” he says so confidently it irks you, and you scoff at that, rolling your eyes at the cocky, old man attitude

“the only thing your doing is stopping me from having sex, ben.” you practically scowl at him, fed up with his attitude. sure, it was a stupid thing to be upset about, but damnit if it hasnt been atleast 3 months since youve had a good fuck

“oh sweetheart, you dont need a club to get some half assed, mediocre at best sex. when you have the best fuckin’ dick youd ever have right here” and only then did you notice the semi he was sporting in his sweatpants

he was going fast like most of the guys youve hooked up with. he didnt jackhammer into you like he had something to prove- nono. he knew he was good and he knew he could show it to you right

you were on your back on the couch, dress scrunched up around your waist, panties dangling from one ankle as he pumped in and out, in and out, in and out, like some kind of orgasm-summoning ritual, each thrust felt calculated

“god- that feels so- so good” you moaned out, your body was limp on the couch, tits practically bouncing out of your dress with every thrust of his hips

“not god, doll. just me” hes still cocky- god you wanted to smack the smirk off his face- tell him you wished youd gone clubbing instead. but you were a terrible liar.

he leaned down, bringing your legs to your chest in the process. thank god for yoga. his lips were on your neck without a second thought, sucking a small mark- a reminder- right below your jaw. goodluck explaining that one to your friends

“hadn’t fucked a pussy this tight in decades” he grunts out next to your ear, only making you clench around him at his words. you didnt know he actually means decades. “billy shoulda- fuck- brought your pretty little ass over sooner”

“dont talk about- oh fuck- about him” you manage out in between mewls and whimpers, hating to have to think about your uncle billy right now.

“why, doll? dont wanna think about big ol’ billy finding out you came all on his couch cause of me?” his words will filthy, disgusting even, and you practically grimaced at the thought of it. but that small part inside of you liked it. liked the idea of someone finding out what you two did, and it only pushed you further to the edge

your orgasm came before you could say anything, your legs trembling on bens shoulders as he fucked you through it, but he was just chasing his own release

he pulled out minutes later, and with a few quick pumps of his hand, his cum stained your bunched up dress and billys couch. you really hoped you could play that off as a food spill

ben didnt give you aftercare or say anything about it after, but he did stay true to his word, and maybe you were a bit thankful this one time that uncle billy asked you to baby sit.

[ihni]

What if Billy didn't get the job at the pool, but still needed to earn money over the summer? So he takes every odd job that people ask of him, as long as they can pay.

And unfortunately for Steve, his mother both wants the house repainted AND can pay, so she hires Billy to do it.

It's a pretty big house, but Billy assures her that he can do it alone, as well as buy the paint and tools needed as long as she picks a shade she likes.

And then of course Steve's parents fuck off to some tropical island or something, and leaves Steve to deal with Billy.

And deal with him, Steve does. Because despite how Billy assured Steve's mom that it wasn't going to be a problem, he still finds any and all reasons to bother Steve about every little thing. Where do they keep their ladder? Do they have a bucket? Where can he fill it with water, and is there a bathroom with a sink he can use to wash the tools?

One would think that Steve would be able to avoid him, as Steve has landed his own summer job at the new mall, but oh no. Billy is a morning person. Steve finds this out on the second day, when he is awoken by some terrible noise and almost falls out of his bed in fright, and looks out the window only to see Billy's grinning face right outside his second story window. The noise comes again, and Steve fumbles to get the window open to ask what the fuck Billy is doing?? And Billy just smiled and holds up a paint scraper. "Yesterday was washing the facade. Today I start scraping off all the old paint."

Which Steve is pretty sure is a made-up step of the process designed to annoy him, specifically, but whatever.

It takes a long time. Steve thought the whole thing would take a couple of days, tops, but boy was he mistaken. "Your mom is paying for this to be done PROPERLY", Billy says. Which apparently includes washing, then scraping, then one coat of some kind of oil, one coat of a white paint, and two coats of the shade Steve's mom picked. And even though Billy is actually quite handy and (Steve hates to admit it) pretty fast, it is a big house. Steve starts to despair, thinking he'll never get rid of him. The guy is there when he leaves for work, and he's often there when Steve gets home, too. And that's not even mentioning the times when Steve has a day off.

The thing is, though, that even though Steve wants to keep being annoyed, it's difficult to keep it up. Because although Billy loves to annoy him, he actually keeps their interactions short before going back to work. And while Steve adamantly refuses to help in any way (there was nothing wrong with the previous shade on the house, and also he's not getting paid!), he finds himself watching Billy work more often than not.

He watches him climb up and down the ladder, refilling the bucket; he watches him work the brush up and down and from side to side with confident strokes (and it's frankly unfair the way his biceps look when he's doing that), and he watches him get more and more tanned as the days go by.

Even while wearing a paint-stained simple T-shirt (which started off white) and a pair of cut-off jeans, even after shoving a goddamn cap on his hair to protect it against the sun or the paint or whatever, Billy looks good. Hell, even with paint smears on his face and hands and arms, and droplets of gray on his clothes and legs, he looks goddamn good.

It is so unfair.

Billy brought a Walkman with him one day, and is often found with the headphones covering his ears while he works. Which on the one hand is bad, because he'll hum whatever song he's listening to, off-key, which is annoying when Steve is home ... But on the other hand it's also good, because it means that Billy doesn't notice whenever Steve creeps up on him just to ... watch him.

One Wednesday when Steve is off work, it starts to rain. Steve doesn't think of it at first, because he's inside; he doesn't notice until ten minutes later when he hears a clang from the garage, and runs to check.

He finds Billy there, busy shoving things into the open garage to get them out of the rain - the buckets of paint have already been closed and carried inside, the brushes are wrapped in plastic, and the clang was probably the ladder that Billy has dragged inside and deposited on the concrete floor.

"Sorry," he says when he sees Steve there. "That rain came out of nowhere, I may have to redo the part I was working on today." He stands in the open doorway to the garage and looks out at the rain, making no move to walk inside where it's warm and dry (and why should he? Steve made it clear on day one that while Billy was hired to paint the outside of the house, he was NOT allowed inside under any circumstances - he could use the sink in the garage, thank you very much).

Steve is barely listening, because Billy is drenched from head to toe. The shorts have gone dark with water and the T-shirt is clinging to him like a second (slightly see-through) skin. Steve's mouth is dry.

"It doesn't look like it'll stop any time soon", Steve says, haltingly.

Billy glances at him from where he's standing, arms crossed over his chest, prickles on his wet arms. "Don't worry, your mom doesn't pay me by the hour."

Fuck it. Fuck it all to hell.

"No, I mean," Steve starts, and knows he's going to regret this. "You can come inside and wait, if you want. I can get you a ... towel."

This time, Billy turns his entire body to Steve. His hands fall down to his sides, and - Steve can see his nipples through the fabric. Billy's face splits in a slow grin when he sees where Steve is looking.

"And some dry clothes!" Steve hurries to add. "To borrow."

Billy keeps grinning, like he's figured something out. "You're too kind." He motions to the door that Steve came from, that leads into the house. Because Steve just invited Billy Hargrove into his house. "After you."

Steve is so fucked.

[lilysouph]

The Hayffie-discourse is dumb and here's why:

They're fictional characters, it really isn't that deep, get over yourself. I feel like this is the most obvious one, but I just had to say it.

"but what about Lenore Dove?" Well first of all, nothing about Hayffie ever interrupts with Haymitch's relationship with LD. Lenore Dove is his first love, but that doesn't mean that he doesn't deserve a second after she's gone. Humans are complex beings, and love isn't a pie chart. Haymitch loving Effie doesn't take away any of his love for Lenore Dove. They each have their own pie, and they're even different flavours. If the sole soulmate thing floats your boat, then fantastic, you go with that. Personally I don't want Haymitch to suffer in a depressed drunken haze for the rest of his life where he continues to punish himself for the Captiols actions, but maybe that's just me. Besides, Haymitch having a dead girlfriend is nothing new to us, and idk why we're pretending otherwise. It was always a part of his story

"they have such differing views, her being Capitol and him hg survivor", did we read the same book? If SOTR told us anything about Effie, it is that she's always had a different view of the tributes and games than other Capitol members. Yes she's deeply brainwashed, in the same way someone in a deeply religious cult would be, but there's a layer of her that doesn't buy into the animalistic view of the tributes and games. And that's sort of the beauty of her character and her relationship with Haymitch, that throughout the years she sees more and more the faults of her people. And maybe her ditsy uncaring nature is a façade, covering her rebel thoughts, or maybe it's a coping mechanism to keep from falling apart every time one of her kids are killed, but it could also be just someone learning from their mistakes. Why does that make them unlovable?

"The age difference tho!" What? The six year age difference between two characters in their 40s? Ok let's address it. Effie is likely between 20-22 ish during SOTR. Why do I say that? Cus in BOSAS Snow is 18 and graduating, meaning he would be 18 starting the University. Now, we don't know how schooling works in the Capitol, all we know is that there's lower grades and upper grades. For all we know, stylist school could be 2 years or it could be 4. Where I'm from, in my actual homeplace, it's 2. That's also my headcanon for Effie, placing her at around 20 as a recent graduate. That's a four year age gap, which isn't a lot even at 16, but it's definitely not a lot at 30/40.

Truth be told, I think a lot of the age difference discourse is a lot to do with plain ole misogyny. You rarely see this same outrage over relationships where the man is the older one and the woman is the younger. People have had no problem shipping Johanna and Haymitch for years, and that's an even bigger age gap. Even canon ships like Remus and Tonks in Harry Potter (13yrs), where the likelihood of him having first met her as an infant is extremely high due to Sirius' close relationship with his aunt Andromeda, but ig that's neither here nor there.

In conclusion:

Fandom spaces lately have had a heavy focus on canon-accuracy, and what's more canon compliant. While there of course is nothing wrong with preferring the canon choices made by the author/creator, it's important to remember that a big part of fan culture is and always has been to be able to take the original stories and material and spin off it with your own thoughts, mind, and creativity. The push for only canon-compliant material has become a bit of a problem, and is to be completely honest, something that does not belong in fandom spaces. Hell, you even see this in fandoms like Harry Potter's Marauders, which is entirely made up of fan-made material, where people are complaining that certain characters are behaving ooc when there is no actual canon material on the character.

Now I get that a lot of y'all are new to fandom, so I'll be kind, but rule number 1 of fan culture is "if you don't like it, don't interact with it", it really isn't that deep. Hayffie is probably one of the most normal and common ship dynamics on the internet, and if you think that's "too toxic", wait till I introduce you to the incestuous and 20+ yr age gap minor/adult ships we've all had to stomach over the years. You've got a tough battle ahead of you if the plan is to take down every ship you don't agree with. If you don't like it, don't interact with it. Hayffie has existed for longer than some of you guys have been on the internet, and ships like Hayffie will continue to exist long after you've left the fandom. Life is too short to spend it on actively hating on ships and shippers you don't like. Let people have fun with fiction, free your whimsy and joy and creativity and all that.