#then mom fucking telling him to ''talk in a normal voice'' like she doesn't always yell and then act calmly after she's worked us up

[oimoi-op]

Why is no one in this family capable of talking without screaming at each other

[a-hazbin-reader]

Okkkk I am loving all the alastor with twins idea's 😍 💕 💖 could you do some headcannons where he takes the twins on day full of errands like going grocery shopping in cannibal town and a overlord meeting stuff like that

I'm just gonna add a new one here...

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

✅️Parental

TW: Kids being chaotic, Babies biting, Alastor X Mom!Reader towards the end

Description: ☝️⬆️

Normally, Alastor avoids taking the twins out by himself, preferring to double team it with his wife

It's just so much easier with you by his side

But when his wife needs a day off or is too busy to go with him? It's full on dad mode for him

He talks to them the entire time as if the three of them are having a real conversation

"Which of these two do you think your mother will like more?"

"Baba!"

"You're right, obviously we need to try someplace else."

Takes the kids to visit Rosie and pick up some of his secret snack stash along the way

Rosie absolutely hogs the twins and keeps them in her lap for the entirety of the visit

She coos and fusses over them, allows them to wear her hat and chew on her limbs

"Alastor! Look at those chompers! You're gonna have some real trouble on your hands soon!"

If Alastor takes them to overlord meetings, then Rosie and Zestial will each hold a twin

Rosie is content to just ignore what's being said and snuggle with a baby, smell their fresh baby scent

Rosie that's creepy

Zestial likes to blow on their twitchy little ears just to listen to them growl and bleat at him

It's a game to them

The twins literally can't get enough of Zestial voice and the way he speaks, always just hypnotized when he opens his mouth

Carmilla is secretly dying inside to hold a baby but won't admit it until Alastor offers it up to her

She melts the moment a baby is in her arms, smiling and rubbing noses with the baby

Her daughters will absolutely beg to hold them though

Velvette is pissed because she can't take photos of the babies or even hold one, the last time she tried, she almost lost a finger to those teeth

Alastor loves how he can basically control how an overlord meeting goes just by bringing in his babies

He wants everyone off topic so that they don't look into something he doesn't want brought to light? Good day to bring the twins

If he's taking the twins for a walk, then he's definitely got those child leashes so that he doesn't lose his babies

It's also to keep them from going feral and biting people but nobody needs to know that

If they run into Vox, then he'll suddenly accidentally drop the leash just to watch his kids take Vox down

The TV head won't be getting up without a few bite marks on his screen, Alastor holding almost angelic looking twins in his arms

"My most sincere apologies, Vox! Teething has just been so hard on the twins..."

"Oh fuck you!"

"Ba!"

"Not you!"

Alastor is surprisingly patient and understanding when it comes to his children's needs

He's able to quickly figure out what they want and avoid a tantrum

"Are you hungry, dear one? Papa has just the thing for you~"

And if they do have a tantrum...he knows how to get ahold of his wife...

He'll take them to a park and play games with them just to tucker them out, he actually seems like a normal dad in those moments

Usually by the end of the day Alastor can tell that the twins are tired and missing their mom

He misses her too

Is so exhausted when he gets home and collapses in your arms, rubbing his face into your shoulder

"How was your day out~?"

"Pleasant, but it would've been better had you been with us, my dear~"

You can't help but smile as his arms wrap around you, and he pulls you in for a generous kiss

That's the only moment with you that he gets before the twins push between you two

"BA!"

I love these family asks so much

[bless-my-demons]

Redamancy: Chapter Seventeen

Series Summary: What happens when your soulmate is a vampire that struggles to maintain a diet of trying not to kill you? Common sense says run for the hills, nothing is worth your life - but my heart is whispering why not, what’s there to lose?

Warnings: Angst and cuss words

Notes: The impatient part of me just wants Jasper back, but I have to power through for the plot. I also have that scene written and it taunts me every time I open my Docs🥲

Word Count: 2010

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Reader

They say grief is just left over love.

Well I have plenty of grief then, because I never got to pour it into the person it was meant for. It's rotting away inside my chest and leaking from the cracks. It spills from my eyes and scratches my throat, flooding everything and it doesn't seem to end.

Is there an end?

I don't think there is, because I don't just miss him - I miss something that'll never happen. A life I'll never live, one where it's just me and him and eternity stretches out before us endlessly.

• January 16th, 2005 • Home •

Reader

My phone buzzes in my pocket letting me know I'm getting an incoming call. Fishing it out, Bella Swan flashes across the screen and I'm stunned.

"Hello?" I answer hesitantly.

"Hey Y/n, I um - well I was wondering if you wanted to catch a movie? With Jessica and I, tonight?"

"Oh uh-"

"You don't have to-" She interrupts me, clearly sensing my hesitation, but I stop her before she could back out.

"No! I'd love to, let me call my mom and tell her I'll be gone when she gets home from work."

"Okay, cool. I'll be there in like, twenty minutes." Ending the call, I stare at my phone in wonder.

Bella has been catatonic the last 3 months and now she's down for movies like nothing has happened? Shaking my head, I call my mom while slipping my shoes on in the hallway, she picks up on the second ring.

"Hey sweetie, I was just about to call you and see what you wanted for dinner!" Her cheerie voice tugs on my heart strings, I think she's trying to over-compensate in the hopes that'll it'll bring my own mood up.

"About that, Bella Swan just called and asked if I could go with her to the movies-"

"Absolutely! Do you need money? There's some in-" The excitement in her voice is almost comical.

"Mom, I have money. I just didn't want you to worry if I wasn't home when you got off." The line is silent for a few beats before she answers.

"Honey, go have fun with your friends and don't worry about me! I love you, sweat pea."

"Love you too." Tears begin to prick at the corners of my eyes suddenly.

"Call me if you need me?" Her question is soft, not wanting to spook me into canceling.

"Always." I smile sadly to no one in the empty house before hanging up.

Bella's tires on her old truck crackle on our gravel driveway and I snag a jacket before bolting out of the front door.

I can do this, I can be normal and enjoy my friends for a few hours.

• January 16th, 2006 • Port Angeles, WA •

Reader

Not only did Bella manage to get me out of the house for a few hours, but she also talked me into watching a scary movie about zombies - one of my least favorite monster movie types. I don't do the jump scares, the suspense, the chasing - nope, none of that is for me.

The worst part was wishing I had him to just hold my hand, because with him I'm invincible. Well, was invincible. With every one of my lurches and under-my-breath curses, I know he'd be chuckling at my expense. Somehow that made the hole in my chest wider, darker.

At some point, going out and doing everyday things has to get back to normal. This piece of me that's rotting away inside can't keep continuing to fester and grow, its so fucking tiring.

Relief floods my chest and limbs as the credits begin scrolling. Looking to my right I can tell Bella is unamused and Jessica on her other side didn't enjoy it.

"Okay, next girl's movie night, I'm picking the movie." I tell them, exasperation leaking into my tone.

Both girls glance at me and raise eyebrows as we stand and exit the theater.

"Don't give me that look, zombies freak me out!"

"They're not real-" Bella teases me with a smile, but realization stops her comment and I try to hide my falling face from Jessica as she walks ahead of us in the lobby.

Vampires weren't real, until we met them. Fuck, everything brings us right back to them-

"-If it's supposed to draw a parallel about leprosy, my cousin had leprosy, it's not funny 'ya know." Jessica Stanley takes the cake when it comes to filling silence with conversation, even if it's one-sided.

Walking back to Bella's truck, I'm only half-paying attention to Jess as she rattles on. If I've learned anything from her since my first day at Forks, it's that I need to take everything she says with a grain of salt.

"I was surprised you even called at all." I lift my head in surprise at Jessica's statement, not quite rude but... "Like, your guys' depression thing - I get it-" Glancing between Bella and I, the train wreck falling from her mouth continues, "I'm totally, totally worried. But after a while... you're still not over them, but I'm going through stuff too 'ya know."

I almost want to laugh, not at her, but... it's almost funny how one person has basically derailed my life and Jessica Stanley thinks it's just seasonal depression.

Turning to Bella, I notice she's watching a group of bikers at the next street corner over.

"How 'bout a ride, girls?" One of them calls, watching the three of us.

As Bella gets a far-off look in her eye, Jessica moves to stand in front of her to get her attention.

"Dude, c'mon." Inclining her shoulder to continue moving down the street, she gives Bella a weird look, waiting.

"I think I know those guys." I reach out to put a hand on Bella's arm, but she's already stepping towards the group of men.

"Well they seem great, can we go?" Jessica pleads.

"I just need to see something." Bella sounds like she's in a daze and I start to worry as she begins walking to their street corner.

I have an instinct to follow my friend at the same time a tingle spreads across the back of my scalp, danger. The sensation almost draws a gasp from my lips, finally something other than just emptiness holed up in my chest.

I start after Bella, half to make sure my friend is alright and half to... chase this different feeling.

"Alright, alright! We've got takers." One of them says smugly.

These aren't safe men, turn around.

I stutter and almost trip on the uneven pavement. It's almost like he whispered the words in my ear, if the January air didn't have such a chill to it - I'd swear it was his breath on my neck.

A piece of me that had been dormant since Bella's birthday springs to life, I need to chase this. Just the instant craving to hear more of his imaginary voice drives me to stand beside my friend in front of a group of sketchy-looking bikers on a dark street late at night.

"Sorry, I thought you were someone else." I whip my head towards her, trying to figure out what she's got planned.

"That's cool, I'll be whoever you want me to be." Swinging a leg over his motorcycle, he gives her an expectant look. "So, what do ya say?"

After a few tense beats, she decided to hop on the back of the closest bike and they immediately take off into the night. I hesitate a few more beats, looking at the other bikers, waiting-

Don't get on another man's bike darlin', you’re mine.

Tears spring to the corner of my eyes and I turn around, not wanting to start crying out of the blue in front of a bunch of random strangers. I'm not his anymore, but I also can't bring myself to cling to the back of anyone else.

Jessica meets me halfway up the street, throwing up her hands in a 'what the fuck' motion.

"Um, care to explain?" She asks impatiently.

"I think she just wanted to see what it's like-" but I'm cut off as Jessica stomps past me, Bella rounding the corner of the building.

"Hey! What the hell is wrong with you? Just curious."

"I thought I saw something." Bella tried to explain, I try to meet eyes to see what's actually going on, but her eyes are glued to the ground.

"You-oh, You're insane actually. Or suicidal. That homeboy? Could've been a psycho. I was about to end up in an FBI interview room like some lame TV show." Jessica rants as we walk away.

"Ugh, that was such a rush."

"Awesome, so you're an adrenaline junkie now? That's cool, you can go bungee jumping. You don't get on the back of some loser's motorcycle! Crazy." Stomping off towards her own car, I hang back with Bella. She's not wrong, but she also doesn't get it.

"Let's go home?" I ask my friend, grabbing her hand and leading her towards the beat up old red truck.

Is danger how I see-or rather hear him again? My heart picks up speed at the thought - I'm not one for dangerous situations, but I also can't get the idea out of my head. It's like my heart is at war with my brain, one with a crushing addiction and the other with the instinct for self-preservation.

A new war has kicked off inside of me and I have no idea which side will win.

• January 16th, 2006 • Ithaca, New York •

Jasper

Reading a book I found in Carlisle's study to pass the time, an unfamiliar uneasy feeling settles in my gut. Closing the book, I check everyone that's home to make sure it isn't one of them and I come up normal. Alice, sitting across the room raises an eyebrow while reading her own magazine at my sudden shift in demeanor.

"Alice-"

"I won't check her every time you get a feeling, Jasper. You're the one who wanted to cut her out." The sting of her words find their target, but I can't ignore this.

"Please, I need to know if she's... alright." I plead, not ready to drop it.

"She hasn't been fucking alright this entire time-" but her snap-back halts immediately as her eyes adopt the familiar far-out gaze of her power.

Immediately I'm kneeling in front of her, worry begins to slither across my skin. Alice cranks down on her feelings, refusing to give any hints away to what she's seeing.

"Alice, please." I'm not usually one to beg, but for Y/n? I've noticed over time things like that have changed.

"She's fine." Drifting back to reality, she stands and shoves me off with a look, voice monotone in anger directed at me.

"What did you see?" I hound her, following her down the hall to her room.

"Nothing - it doesn't matter, she chose differently." She answers cryptically and it almost sends me into a spiral of the worst ideas.

I want to question her more, but she slams her door in my face effectively ending the conversation. Anger and frustration with a tinge of despair floats through the air mingled with my sister's scent. I know it's directed at me, I know it's my fault and I can't find the strength anywhere to wipe her feelings away. Almost as if my gift has resorted to the cruel and unusual punishment of feeling without the capacity to manipulate anymore.

My forehead thumps against the white wood in defeat.

At what point does this sore heal? Does this ache ever go away? How much time has to pass before she isn't occupying every single thought of every single second of the day? I've read that grief is supposed to ebb and flow, but this - this is more of a steady current, a nonstop hotwire through my chest that's painfully constricting the long-dead heart within.

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for the setting prompt:

032.   a quiet hospital room please! 💓

Daniel panicked, when it happened. He might have seemed calm, but inside he felt like an engine that couldn't shift gears, revs climbing higher and higher until he was sure he'd combust. Max wouldn't let him call an ambulance, so he had to grit his teeth and half-support, half-carry Max to his car, white-knuckle his way through the dark streets with Max groaning and clutching his stomach in the passenger seat.

Appendicitis. What a joke. Daniel always thought if he ended up visiting Max in the hospital, it would be because of their job, because of a crash, something far scarier than this. It's only fucking appendicitis, and yet he couldn't stop his fingers from shaking as he sat in the waiting room, couldn't sit still, his knee bouncing up and down. He bit his cuticles bloody. He kept checking his phone, like someone was going to call him and tell him everything would be okay.

When Max is finally out of surgery and Daniel gets to go back to the room to see him, Max is sitting up in bed and grinning, and it all feels...surreal.

"You told my mom she does not need to come, right?" is the first thing Max says to him. "They say I can go home in the morning, and I will be fine to race next week."

Daniel checks his watch. It's 4:00 in the morning, and they've been here a little over three hours all told. He updated Sophie when the surgeon came out and told him the appendectomy went smoothly, but she was already at the airport, and Daniel doesn't blame her.

"She'll want to see you anyway, Max," he says. His voice is hoarse. He clears his throat. "I think you scared us all a bit."

Max pulls a face. "It wasn't my fault, of course."

"Of course," Daniel agrees, but that didn't make it any less terrifying.

Max shifts in bed, then grimaces, his hand going to his middle. Daniel rushes to his side, but he has no idea what to do when he gets there, his hands hovering uselessly in the air. "Want me to call someone?"

"No." Max settles back against the pillow and his face smooths out. "They said it was normal to be a little sore. I really am fine." He looks up at Daniel's face, then grins. "You did not have to wait here all night. You should go home and get some sleep."

They would have had to drag Daniel out if they wanted him to leave. He keeps seeing Max's face in his head, pale and sweaty, contorted in pain. What would have happened if Daniel didn't get them to the hospital in time? What if Max hadn't woken him soon enough? Knowing Max, he probably laid there in bed for far too long, not wanting to worry Daniel or inconvenience him.

Lately, Max has been spending the night at his place more and more, passing out right after they fool around, and Daniel hasn't known how to feel about it--until now. Now he's so fucking glad they were together last night. Now he never wants to be apart from Max for a single second.

"I told the nurse I was your boyfriend." It comes out of Daniel in a rush, his voice breaking on the last word. He had no idea if they'd let him stay if he didn't lie, and what was he supposed to say, anyway? Max is a guy I sleep with sometimes? Max is my teammate, my friend, but we haven't talked about what else we are?

"Okay," Max says slowly. The grin slides off his face, and his brow furrows. "That is okay."

"Is it?" Daniel can hear his voice climbing in pitch, but he can't seem to stop it. The room is quiet, except for the soft hum and beep of whatever monitor they have Max hooked up to. The whole hospital floor is quiet; it's the middle of the fucking night and a terrible time to be having this conversation. "We haven't even...we never talk about it."

Max frowns at him. "You hate to talk," he says. "Any time you feel like we are about to have a real conversation, you make a joke."

"Yeah, well. I guess that was before I thought you were gonna fucking die." Daniel runs his hands up through his curls and then down his face, digging his fingertips into his eyes. He can't look at Max for this part. "You scared the fuck out of me, Max."

"Daniel." Max's voice is soft, and when Daniel makes himself open his eyes to look at him, he sees that Max is holding out a hand to him. "It is okay."

Daniel takes a deep, shaky breath, blows it out slowly, and then slides his fingers into Max's. His palm is warm and dry, not clammy like the one that shook him awake a few hours ago. And Max is smiling again, the corners of his eyes crinkling with it. Daniel wants to climb into the bed with him. He wants to kiss him. He wants to hide in him until everything feels safe and normal again.

But then, maybe safe and normal have been overrated, in their own way.

"You want me to be your boyfriend?" Max asks, and maybe it sounds like he's teasing Daniel, but maybe Daniel deserves it.

"It sure seems like you need someone to take care of you, yeah," Daniel says. He means to match Max's tone, but he still sounds too serious, too on edge.

Max tugs a little on his hand, brings his fingers to his lips, and kisses them. It's a silly gesture, but it makes Daniel feel like his heart is going to explode in his chest.

"Maybe we can take care of each other," Max says, and then tugs harder until Daniel is leaning over him, kissing him after all.

"Deal," he says against Max's mouth, and finally, he smiles.

[beatrixstonehill2]

"Come on, it's just a few questions...." Lisa asked her girlfriend of six months, Hannah. Both were trans and hit it off immediately at a party, although Lisa seemed a bit too into social media for Hannah's liking sometimes.....

"But in front of all your followers? This is super embarrassing."

"It's not ALL of them, dummy.... just ten thousand or so."

"That's not much better!"

"Please? Come on. I promise it'll be fun!"

"OK....." Hannah pouted, looking at Lisa. "Is this some online quiz thing?"

"It's gone a bit viral..... So, first question. You answer, then I will! If you were offered a million dollars to detransition, would you?"

"What!? Um.....!!! No--well, could I retransition?"

"You have to totally detrans, though. Get your boobs removed, go through male puberty all the way, facial hair, deep voice, everything! Soooo, would you?"

"Ummmmm..... n-no! I wouldn't!"

"Really? I would.... no hesitation."

"Oh? Well you can have fun being a boy then." Hannah laughed.

"Mmmm, question two. If your family sat you down and said they want you to detransition asap, that they decided you should live as a boy, would you?"

"Ummmm, I mean.... my parents convinced me to start transitioning in the first place! My mom was pushing me to like the idea of being a girl since forever. If my mom really wanted me to be a boy.... I just don't see that happening!"

"Oooo, avoiding the question? I would. Of course. If my daddy told me, 'Pumpkin, you have to shoot that girly body of yours with T and become a man. Stop being a pervy girl already and just embrace manhood.... I'd SO do it.' I bet you would, if your mom and dad asked real nicely."

"Well.... maybe. It could be kind of fun I guess. I've always wanted my cock to be really big."

"Me, too! It sucks having such a tiny cock...."

"And, I mean..... my boobs gave me such bad dysphoria, by nineteen I had to get a reduction! Mine are so small now but I actually kind of want to go smaller....."

"Me, too! I never knew you got a reduction.... I thought I saw scars! Mmmmm, how big were they from all that estrogen mommy made you take?"

"I was a KK-Cup."

"Holy shit. I bet they were bigger than your head! Mine were a HH-Cup and it was unmanageable. I hated having such big boobs, always bouncing around and falling out of everything and--"

"They'd constantly be sweaty, like all the time. Bleh!"

Lisa laughed. "For real. I think you should go smaller, too. Maybe totally flat? I wanna get mine trimmed down from this still waaaay too big B-Cup to the smallest A possible. Was mommy upset when you got rid of those massive juggs of yours?"

"Not really..... I told her how dysphoric they made me feel. She understood and talked me into a C-Cup. I..... wanted to go flat right away."

"Mmmm, how many girls wanna go that small? And you want a big cock?"

Hannah blushed. "It's just a fantasy of mine...."

"Next question.... you get a new doctor and he doesn't renew your hrt. He puts you on testosterone and steroids to help bulk you up. Do you thank him, or tell him to get lost, and look for a new doctor?"

Hannah bowed her head. "I dunno..... if he really thought I shouldn't be transitioning..... I might just thank him and try out male puberty...."

"Oooo, good answer. Me, too! I'd fan myself and praise him for being so honest with poor, confused little me."

"My cock is so hard right now....." Hannah whispered.

"So's mine. All two inches of it....."

"Hey, lucky! I'm only one inch...."

"I bet you wish it was fourteen or fifteen inches, thick as your wrist!"

"Duh! I'd love to have one that big.... that's normal for a trans girl to say, right?"

Lisa giggled. "Suuuure.... OK. Last question. If your boyfriend told you to throw out your estrogen and start T injections, that you have to obey him and be a good boy, would you?"

Hannah moved in closer to Lisa, feeling up her thighs to her waist. "Well, of course I'd have to obey him. What kind of partner would I be if I didn't?" Both soon-to-be-boys started making out, ready to fuck before Lisa ended the stream, waiting to surprise Hannah later with their new prescriptions.....

[1-imaginary-girl]

Hello! This is my first time requesting so i don't know how to do this, but can you do a Five Hargreeves HC where he has feelings for reader but don't know if she feels the same so he asked Diego or Luther for advice. Sorry if it's a bit confusing. But here's the prompt (i saw this at Pinterest)

"she doesn't love me, she's not that stupid". " What are you talking about?! Ofc she loves you! Everyone could see it!"

Uncertain Feelings with Five Hargreeves (Headcanon)

Warnings: None.

A/N: Thank you so much for submitting a request! Sorry it took longer than usual to get back to you. I've never done a headcanon before but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

Also, keep an eye out for a new Five one shot on the way ;)

You would have been friends with the Hargreeves children since you were five

You moved in across the street and introduced yourself

The kids immediately loved you, from your positive attitude to the fun you brought them

You made them feel like normal children

Despite Reginald’s strict protests, the children would refuse to stop seeing you

After he saw the positive affect your presence started to have on them, the old man finally relented

You were the only outsider allowed inside the Hargreeves home

It seemed all of the Umbrella kids loved you, but none more than Five

He knew there was something different about you from the moment he saw you

His little heart would beat out of his chest and his cheeks would turn a shade darker

Unlike his siblings, you didn’t mind his off-putting personality. In fact, it would have made him more interesting to you

He became a little possessive over you, not wanting to share your time with his siblings

It wasn’t hard for them to notice the change in him, but they all thought it was funny and instantly took to teasing him about it

Luckily, you liked him just as much and the two of you became the best of friends

Cut to present day and the two of you still enjoyed one another’s company

You often hung out in Five’s room. He would be working on some boring equation which he tried to explain to you but it went in one ear out the other, while you would read on his bed

One day, an alarm goes off on your phone and you curse

“Shit, I have to go,” you say

Five pauses his work and turns to watch you pack up

“Why?” he asks

“Ugh, my mom set me up for some job interview with her company. Apparently, she's had enough with my unemployment period.”

You would stand to leave and, as always, Five would walk you to the door

“Let me know how it goes,” he says as you both reach the bottom of the stairs

“Oh I’ll be calling to complain the second it’s over,” you say

You would open the door and say “Bye Five” with a smile

“Bye,” he replies as the door closes

All this time and his heart still speeds up when you smile

“Is this still going on?”

Five would hear a voice coming from the living room and scowls when he sees Luther sitting at the bar

“What are you talking about?” the boy hisses

“Oh come on Five, we all know about your feelings for Y/N. Why can’t you just admit it?”

Apparently the man was feeling rather brave to talk to him like this

Five would go to snap back when he pauses

His damned brother is right. It’s been years and he’s never even said the words out loud

He doesn’t know why, but at that moment Five’s decided he’s had enough and relents

He teleports to the stool next to Luther, giving the big guy a scare

“Jesus Five—”

“You’re right”

“…come again?”

“I…fuck it, yes, I’m in love with her. Happy?”

Five would steal whatever alcohol Luther is nursing and down it before releasing a hiss

“There you go! Good for you” Luther would say, annoyingly without sarcasm, as he pats his brother on the back

“This is pointless. I’ve said it, now what am I supposed to do?”

“You tell her”

Five hesitates. “I can’t”

“Why not?”

He hesitates again before looking down into the now empty glass. “Because she doesn’t feel the same way”

Five’s jaw would tighten as the words he fears spill from his lips

“You’re joking, right?”

Five scowls. “Why would I be joking?”

“Five, Y/N loves you too”

Five would only shake his head at his brother’s naïve optimism. “She doesn’t love me, Luther. She’s not that stupid”

“What are you talking about?! Of course she loves you! Everyone could see it!”

But Five wouldn’t hear any of it. “Stop trying to cheer me up.”

Luther would be determined to change his mind. “Five, trust me, Y/N—”

“What about me?” 

The two of them were so distracted by their conversation that they failed to hear you re-entering the house. When both sets of eyes turn to face you, you panic

“Sorry, I forgot my phone upstairs,” you would quickly say with an apologetic look

Luther would try to cover. “Oh, uh, we were just talking about—”

But Five has a different idea

He isn’t sure if it was the “pep talk” with Luther or the realization of how long he has been harbouring his feelings, but he teleports in front of you

Unlike Luther, you don’t flinch

“Y/N I have to tell you something” Five would say

You would blink, caught off guard, but nod, preparing yourself to listen

Five would figure he should just rip it off like a bandaid. And when he looks into your eyes, it unlocks something in him and his feelings pour out

“I love you,” he would say. “I’ve loved you my whole life, and I know you probably don’t feel the same, but I had to—”

You would lunge at him and pull his face until your lips collide

Five would freeze at the sudden contact but quickly melt into you, wrapping his arms around to pull you in lighter

Your arms would curl around his neck

Luther’s cheering would cause both of your faces to light up red but neither of you wanted to pull away

Eventually, you would lean back and whisper, “Took you long enough.”

Five’s eyes widen. “You knew?”

And you would shrug, and say, “I had hoped.”

Then with a beaming smile, the smile that started it all, you say, “And I love you too dummy.”

He would smile back, his heart threatening to burst with the sudden abundance of happiness, and shake his head

“Come here” he would say before bringing you into another kiss, eliciting a squeal of delight from your lips

At this point, Luther would feel uncomfortable lingering around and would leave to immediately inform the other siblings of the big news

[yulsbabymama]

Disventure Camp Headcanons Part 1

AIDEN

Half Argentinian Half French Canadian

Had a huge TOP phase in middle school

Only child

Super good singer but hates hearing his voice

ALEC

Afro-Turkish and Japanese

Diagnosed w Autism when he was a child

Smokes

Started drinking shortly after he got married; relapsed after his separation w his ex

Has an older sister by 7 years

ALLY

Transgirl; came out to her grandfather and he was the only supporter she had

Definitely had obsessive love disorder when meeting Hunter the first time

Super fucking bad at dancing

Likes K-pop (Fromis_9, Stray Kids, Billlie, P1harmony, Enhypen, Stayc, aespa, ITZY)

ASHLEY

Country music defender

will actually die on the Country Music hill

like she's from Texas but she's FROM TEXAS ykwim

Transgirl; realized she was a girl at a young age and transitioned w a supporting family

Would probably roll her eyes at u if u assume she loved AppleJack when she was younger

I mean, she did

but not as much as ppl assume

CONNOR

Jewish

Despite having a booming business, he still doesn't understand technology

but he WAS a boss at programming his MySpace page

"programming is my passion" college dude

Nickelback liker

I'm so sorry

DAN

He and his sister shared a bedroom until she moved out

Actually convinced her to come back home bc he missed her

like

crying on his knees

"PLEASE COME HOME IT'S SO MISERABLE WITHOUT U THERE I MISS U"

blasting a radio to her favorite songs

did i mention he loves his sister

Pokemon kid

Oh, he's also autistic

DEREK

Half Filipino and half Columbian

Transguy; was an unhappy "girl" growing up and would refuse to listen to anyone who didn't call "her" by Derek

Facebook user

only to troll, tho

He tried trolling on Twitter too but Trevor had to pry the phone out of his hands

Secretly likes Trevor

and by secretly I mean he angry-cried while writing drafted emails of his confession

Barely cries or anything like that, emotionally, but angry-crying is his #1 basically

Is not a registered gun owner

DREW

Other than the notebook, he has a communication device

Adopted

Video games hurt his eyes

so do mobile games

Honestly i think he just needs glasses

likes dogs :)

ELLIE

Half Irish and Half Singaporean

Transgirl; came out in her last year of junior high

Middle child w two sisters

While struggling w her identity, she was a Pick Me girl to fit in #sad!

she ended up giving up on fitting in #gogirl

Malay's her first language

Mom passed when she was little

tolerates cats

FIORE

3/4th Italian 1/4th Chinese

hates horror movies

not bc she's scared of them or anything

she just thinks they suck

forced into a ton of shit to become normal

girlscouts, ballet, soccer, etc

she hated everything

but she can make a good cookie deal

GABBY

Has an unhealthy obsession w watching drag shows

she doesn't understand any of the lingo

she just thinks the outfits r pretty

LPS kid

also watches too much animal documentaries

will actually sit down and say "im bored, time to watch a 6 hour doc on cheetahs"

she just cray cray like that #loveher

unhealthy addiction to stickers

GRETT

Transgirl #slay

was a Toddlers & Tiaras kid

passenger princess

forces Yul to drive her places

they have almost broken up 5 times bc of this

she also genuinely forgot to tell him she was #trans

u should've seen the look on his face

when

..

yeah

#hedidnotcare

that's ooc but idc

she's bi :3

HUNTER

Half Chinese Half White

Dad left after his youngest sister was born

Lived in China until he was 8

He has autism

Christian btw

like pslam bunch-of-numbers in his bio

can quickly change languages like that

will talk to u in english then will answer his phone in cantonese

texts like a millennial

:/ sorry

smokes

the killers, staind, blink-182, and r.e.m fan

plays the guitar

JAKE

Half Korean Half Japanese

cannot speak those languages fluently, tho

sorry

he and his brother wrestled a lot

his brother would always win

anyways he was a theater kid

but quit bc of some drama

haha. get it ?

one of those gays who cries to mitski & ricky montgomery

but only listens to them when he needs to cry

which is often

JAMES

has been in cringe compilations before

imagine if i just ended this w just that hc

would that be funny

anyways

one of those middle schoolers who was violently supportive of the lgbtq+

like everyone knew he liked boys

except him

loves his younger sister

like a lot

they r bffies

will call her in the middle of the night randomly

"i just posted a new tiktok, go like it."

JENSEN

genuinely have nothing for him

like

can i just say he's dreamed of men shirtless before and end it at that

um so yeah

[fandomsnstuff]

I dont have a preamble today but it's mainly lup and barry, shocker

@taznovembercelebration

Day 24: whisper

Barry's been hearing a voice in his head for a few months, but what else is new? He's got enough going on what with the following instructions he doesn't remember leaving for himself.

Read it on AO3

When Barry started hearing a voice in his head, he probably wasn't as concerned as he should've been. His life's been exceptionally strange lately. He knows he's missing chunks of time, and his memory's absolutely shot. What's a disembodied woman's voice that speaks in static half the time?

“That one!” He jumps when the voice speaks up after having been silent for a while. “Gundren Rockseeker, take that job! The brown flyer!”

He reads the flyer in question. “I don't know… ‘the last job you'll ever need’? That sounds like I'm going to die, either by him or just the experience itself.”

“You'll be fine, promise.” He hesitates, and the voice says, “please, Bear? For me?”

Stupid voice and her stupid ability to convince him to do anything. “Fine,” he grumbles, snatching the little slip with the stone of farspeech frequency on it, “but if I die, it's on you.”

“I can live with that.”

When the job comes around, Barry has a hell of a time. The voice stays oddly quiet through it all. After getting rescued from gerblins and brought back to town, he tells the other guys the real deal with Gundren and Wave Echo Cave. They agree to the rescue and invite him along.

“I… really need to rest. I uh–”

“Go with them!” The voice is suddenly in the forefront of his mind, practically shouting. He's had enough practise by now looking normal as the voice talks to him, so the guys just make jokes about his career and whatever. The voice pleads with him, “please, Barry. You have to go with them. You'll be fine, I promise, you HAVE to go.”

“It would look SUPER bad if I just, like, died. It would be equally bad–” It's hard to listen to her beg him to go, but he's absolutely wiped. He's talking to the guys, but also says it for her, “let me pitch you this: it’s gonna be equally bad for my career if I just fucking die.”

It's not long after that the guys are gone. “They can't have gotten far yet,” she says, “you can still catch up, please, just go with them.”

He shakes his head. “I don't have enough of my faculties left to hold my own. They'll be better off just the three of them.” He settles in a chair in a corner of the tavern, “they'll be back.”

And good lord did they come back. Preceded by a flaming Gundren. He could swear he hears the voice sob as Gundren runs into the building. Barry somehow manages to dodge around him and run outside, where the guys are barreling into town, accompanied by someone he doesn't recognize.

When Gundren comes blazing out of the bar, Merle actually does a pretty good job calming him down. The fire engulfing him seems to die completely.

“You have to get that thing off of him,” the voice whispers in his head.

Despite his better judgement, Barry slowly starts to advance on him. But before he can get there, an arrow from seemingly nowhere lodges into his shoulder. The flames pick up again, and Gundren roars as they grow.

“No,” the voice sobs, “not again.”

Barry, for some absolutely idiotic reason, says, “wasn't me!”

Gundren turns to him, eyes nothing but flame, and there's a painful flash of heat before everything goes dark.

He comes back to himself on a plane of black glass. The memories follow soon after. He cries out and clutches his head. He can feel his form shuddering. He squeezes his eyes shut and pictures his childhood home. His mom. And Lup. Always Lup. Walking hand in hand, waking up next to her, kissing her for the first time, their duet, her eyes, her smile, her hair, the smattering of freckles across her nose, her hands and how gentle they are with him, her voice–

Her voice.

He jerks his head up. “Lup?” He looks around, he doesn't see her anywhere. “Lup?!”

He can't sense her. But she was in his head, she has to be nearby. It was like when they'd possess each other on the ship if one of them had died.

Something moves above him. He looks up, and sees an orb rising into the sky. He can faintly see the silhouettes of Taako, Magnus, and Merle inside. He breathes a deep sigh of relief. They survived. They're going to be under Lucretia's thumb, which is less than ideal for him, but they're alive. That's the important part.

He goes to the cave. There are signs of adventure all throughout. He reaches the final corridor, and sees the open vault, coated in black glass.

He finally found where she hid it, where she disappeared to, and he didn't even go. Idiot.

At first, it seems there's no other signs of her, but then he spots a dark smudge low on one of the walls. There's a slightly scattered pile of ash in front of it, and he just knows it was her.

He pulls a small jar from nowhere and gathers up some of the ash. It might be useful in growing her a new body. As soon as he finds her.

Lup's exhausted. She spent what felt like an eternity gathering the energy to contact Barry, and then when she did, he didn't understand a word she was saying. The others weren't with him, and he was being weird. She eventually managed to piece together that his memories were lost. He said she was talking in static, which is classic Fisher behaviour. But other than that, she was lost. All she could do was sit and observe and try to help him.

She was in his head for months before the Rockseeker job came up, and she felt more hopeful than she had ever since she got stuck.

And then the boys were there. And they were weird too, not behaving how they should at all. Not with each other, at least.

Then stupid careful alive non-wizard swiss cheese brain Barry chose to not fucking go to the fucking cave.

Sure, the boys found her, and she had a little fun giving Merle a small shock, but she wasn't in Taako's head to tell him to let her out. She needed them to get her back to Barry. And they did, but not before setting her relic free again, and her wonderful, stupid husband went and got himself killed.

So now she's at Taako's side, and she wants to talk to him, but she barely has enough energy left to perceive the world outside her umbrella. She doesn't know where they are. She thinks they're in the sky? They're led to a large room, and she can see Fisher in a massive tank. They've gotten big.

In front of the tank is an older woman holding a staff. They boys drink ichor given to them, and she opens her arms wide, “welcome, boys, to the Bureau of Balance.”

“Oh, Lucy,” she whispers to herself, “what did you do?”

[mesillusionssousecstasy]

TSITP 2x08 - "Love Triangle" : Quotes (part. VI)

"- Uh, fair warning, we have no idea how long those have been in the vending machine, so... (Jeremiah) - Yeah, all right, I'm good. (Belly) - There's two of you. I can sleep on the floor. (Belly) - No, take it. Ladies first. (Jeremiah) - Yeah... normally, I'd argue, on principle, 'cause what does me being a girl have to do with not sleeping on the floor? But I definitely saw a roach earlier. (Belly) -> I don't agree with Belly, if a boy let a girl sleep on the floor is a fucking asshole. - Night, Bells. (Jeremiah) - Good night." (Belly)

"- Beck is... was my best friend. It's so weird using the past tense. She died about a month ago. The memoir is really about our friendship. I always said she was my real soulmate." (Laurel)

"- Belly? I didn't mean it. What I said earlier, I didn't mean it. I still want you. Of course I do. (Conrad) - Conrad.... (Belly) - You don't have to say anything. Not right now. I just wanted you to know that." (Conrad) "- When Susannah got sick again, no one told me right away. Not Conrad or my mother or Susannah herself. (Belly's voice over) - I'm gonna go ahead and warn you that she doesn't look good. She's tired. She's very tired. But she's excited to see you. (Laurel) - I'm excited to see her, too. I tried to get out of visiting her that last time. I hated myself for being afraid, but I wasn't like my mother, as strong and durable as steel. Seeing Susannah like that was gonna make it real. (Belly's voice over) - My favorite girl is here. Oh, you look... You look so pretty. (Susannah) - Let me take this. (Laurel) - Oh. No, I wanted... (Susannah) - You just stay here with Belly. I'll take it. (Laurel) - You're going? (Belly) - I have some things to do. (Laurel) - It's fine. (Susannah) - I'll get you some Pedialyte. (Laurel) - If you're worried about running into Conrad don't be, sweetie. He, uh... He's not here today. (Susannah) - Did he tell you? (Belly) - Please. That boy doesn't tell me anything. Your mom mentioned that, prom didn't go as we'd hoped. (Susannah) - We don't have to talk about it. It's not important. (Belly) - It is important. It's the most important. 'Cause you're important. You're my treasure. (Susannah) -> Honestly, you should excuse him for giving such a bad education and behiavour. - He broke up with me. (Belly) - Don't hate Conrad. (Susannah) - I don't. (Belly) - He's having a really hard time with all this. Please don't let him push you away. He needs you. He loves you, you know. (Susannah) -> Are you serious, what he needs is a fucking therapist. - No, he doesn't. (Belly) - He does. Do you love him? Will you do something for me? Look after him. Will you do that? (Susannah) - You won't need me to look after him. You'll be here to do it. (Belly) - Come here, honey. Come lie down. You're my special girl, Belly. (Susannah) - Mom? (Jeremiah) - Jeremiah. (Susannah) - I'll come back later. (Jeremiah) - I'm so sorry, Belly. (Susannah) - Why? I'm the one who messed it all up. (Belly) - No. It won't always feel this way. You'll come back together. I promise. (Susannah) - Me and Jere? Or me and Conrad? -> Did you notice that she mentioned Jeremiah first. - All of you. To each other. I love you, Belly. (Susannah) - I love you, too." (Belly)

"- I wanted to talk to you, too. (Belly) - So I'm gonna go first. About last night. I was pissed about you and Jere, and, um... I guess I was trying to screw that up. Um, but I don't want to get between you guys anymore, so... I just want you to know that, whatever I said, I didn't mean it. We're cool. We're friends. (Conrad) - I can't even be mad at him, because this is who he is. This is who he's always been. He never lied abut that. He gives and then he takes away. So I release you, Conrad Fisher. I evict you from my heart. (Belly's voice over) - Yeah. Friends. (Belly) - I was just about to head out. You should take it. It's still yours. (Conrad) - No. (Belly) - I don't want to keep it anymore. (Conrad) - We've done this before. (Belly) - It doesn't feel like last time. (Conrad) - Breakfast? (Jeremiah) - No, I was just about to... head out, actually. Front desk said there's a bus at 8:30. I'm gonna go back to Cousins. (Conrad) - Are-you sure? 'Cause, you know,... I have to go back and swap cars anyway... (Jeremiah) - You can just take my car. I'll get your car back to Boston. It's no biggie. See you guys at the Fourth of July? (Conrad) - Yeah, I'll be there. (Jeremiah) - Yeah, I, uh... I wouldn't miss Susannah's favorite holiday. (Belly) - Make sure she gets back safe, okay? (Conrad) - Bye. Conrad." (Belly)

[thethreeeyed-raven]

Boys

chapter one - Beach or nah?

chapter two - “I know you didn’t hire a fucking escort.”

chapter three - Matt’s first kiss.

chapter four - Who the fuck is this guy?

chapter five - “I get freaky.”

pairing : Tim Klitz x Fem!Reader

word count : 1k

warnings : swearing, mentions of sex

paul dano master list

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It was just a normal peaceful day, with you and Klitz talking about the whole Matt kissing thing and you sneakily dropping hints. All of a sudden you heard a familiar voice shouting some very obscene words.

"Goddamn it Matt, I swear to god! If you don't fuck her, I'll kill myself!"

Everyone including you and Klitz turned around and stared at the two, watching Matt roll his eyes and try to ignore Eli.

"Matt, please! Please Matt! Fuck her for me! For me!"

"What the actual-"

"I know."

-🦋-

"Look, I don't know if I can do this."

You four were currently sat in Matt's bedroom, going over Eli's plan. You thought it was stupid and objective, Eli clearly didn't know how girls worked.

"Yes you can." The plan was for Matt to drive Danielle to a hotel and 'bang her like a beast' as Eli liked to put it. "But tonight, be the man."

"First off, act like you don't even like her."

You scoffed and shook your head. "How the fuck is he supposed to 'bang' her if she thinks he doesn't like her?"

"Shut up Y/n, it works every time."

"How would you know? You're bitchless."

"Shut up! Second, get her drunk. Really drunk, okay? That way, the true porn star will come out in her." Eli pointed his finger in Matt's face.

You shook your head and glanced at Klitz who didn't like this plan as much as you.

"Last and most important...always be touching her Matt." Eli said as he lightly stroked Matt's cheek. "That tells her you came here to get down tonight."

Eli talked like he had experience, and it was funny knowing he's never felt the touch from a woman except his mother. In fact, all three of them had never felt the touch of a woman, which would explain how every time you touched Klitz any where, he would get into a hot flush.

-🦋-

The plan didn't work out. Actually, it was a total disaster. Matt had told you all that Danielle now thought he only saw her as a cheap porn star and a freak. Matt had came to talk to you individually about it, wanting some advice on the matter.

You told him that he should go to her house an apologise to her in person, and show her how sorry he was.

That plan didn't work either. A man named Kelly was at her house and he took them to a strip club, proceeded to tell Matt about how he and Danielle used to date, and ordered a lap dance for Matt and his father's friend who was there for some unknown reason.

-🦋-

The three boys sat in a class watching a (very) outdated sex education video.

"Who is this guy? Is he a porn producer?" Klitz quietly asked, not wanting anyone else in the classroom to hear him.

"Klitz, shut up. Now, the strippers." Eli eagerly dismissed the more important question. "When you get a lap dance, were they cool with you grabbing their ass?"

"Dude! Oh my god, I'm trying to talk about Danielle here."

Klitz shook his head and decided not to speak and to listen like he always did instead.

"Fine, selfish bitch."

For teenagers, sexual intercourse can be dangerous.

"Jesus, what hack made this?" Eli questioned in irritation. "I could make a better sex-ed film with my mom!"

Both Matt and Klitz grimaced at the idea. "Why don't they update this thing?"

Special events, such as your senior prom...

Oh, that's right, senior prom! Klitz was thinking about asking you but he wasn't sure you'd want to go with someone as ugly as him.

...place added pressure on young teens to loose their virginity, and also engage in unprotected sex.

-🦋-

After the last class of the day, you waited outside of the school for the rest of them. You planned to walk home with Klitz, the three finally came walking out of the exit, chatting away with each other. "Hey guys!" You greeted them with a soft smile. Klitz gave you a smile back but Matt seemed to be distracted.

"Dude."

"What?"

You all turned to look at what Klitz was looking at. You all walked closer as Matt informed you that the guy talking to the three girls was Kelly.

"I just think you guys would be really hot."

The three girls giggled. Judging from what you were hearing, it sounded like he was trying to 'recruit' them or something.

Kelly finally noticed you all walking towards him.

"Hey, you guys know Matty?"

The girls furrowed their eyebrows in confusion.

"I hung with him last night. Guys, the tits! Here's my man." He raised his fist to give Matt a fist-bump which he returned.

"How's it going?" Matt tried to greet him as politely and less loathingly as he could.

"What's up fellas? Hey little lady." Kelly shook the hand of Eli and gave you a wink, making you grimace and move closer towards Klitz and grab onto his backpack strap.

"Matty, you didn't tell me you got some serious burners at your school here."

"Oh shut up! You did not say that." The girls gushed and Kelly smirked, they didn't realise he was only playing them.

"Hey, you know who's got the killer bud?" Kelly suddenly walked up to Klitz and put his arm around him. "This fucker right here."

"W-what are you talking about?" Oh, bless.

"Yeah, come on. You got some? Yeah, come on."

Kelly slapped Klitz's back, the sound that came from his throat made your toes curl and your breath hitch. Kelly held out a bag of weed in front of the girls.

"Holy shit!"

"You guys should party."

"Can I-?" One of the girls tried to take the bag from him.

"All right, we're out." Kelly suddenly turned around and beckoned you four to his car.

The girls complained and asked if he wanted to hang out. Kelly just ignored them. "Hop in fellas."

"There's not enough room for me in there." You stopped in front of the door looking up at the stranger.

"Sit on your boyfriend's lap." He gestured to Klitz who stood still next to you.

"He's not my-"

"Whatever."

You looked to Klitz to see if it was alright. He nodded, almost too eagerly. You had no choice but to take on Kelly's suggestion, pulling down your skirt so it didn't show your thighs that much. Klitz kindly helped you pull it down a bit, giving you a shy smile and pushing his glasses up.

Kelly started talking about how some of the girls at the school word be perfect for his porn movies nd then springing out an idea. "Fuck, I'm good! How do I get these ideas? It's like a gift, you know? It's like I can't control it." Klitz and Eli just nodded along when he looked at them expectantly.

This guy was definitely going to be Eli's idol.

"So, what are we doing man?"

[themostunwantedboyintown]

Frankie Driscoll

'the most unwanted boy in town'

age: 17

born: October 24th

zodiac sign: Scorpio

catchphrase: 'well fuck me i guess'

favourite ride: The Ferris Wheel

tw: mentions of s/h, the Coat Hanger method, gender dysphoria, su!cidal thoughts

His mother barely talked to him -she didn't want him in the first place, why should she act like it now?-, his father was nowhere to be found after he got told he would be a father, and his older brother moved out of town before he could even meet him, leaving Frankie and his mother in a lonely, loveless house.

As Frankie grew older, he realised he didn't exactly feel right in his body. His voice was too high, his shoulders weren't broad enough, and his boobs were... boobs. Then he realised that his (dead)name didn't feel right either. So, after some intense googling and buzzfeed quizzes, Frankie came out as trans. His mother seemed pretty unfazed when she found out she had a son instead of a daughter. Sure, Frankie was happy she didn’t go all ape-shit transphobic on him and kick him out, but deep down it just reminded him that she didn’t really care about him.

As Frankie grew older, he realised he didn't exactly feel right in his body. His voice was too high, his shoulders weren't broad enough, and his boobs were... boobs. Then he realised that his (dead)name didn't feel right either. So, after some intense googling and buzzfeed quizzes, Frankie came out as trans. His mother seemed pretty unfazed when she found out she had a son instead of a daughter. Sure, Frankie was happy she didn’t go all ape-shit transphobic on him and kick him out, but deep down it just reminded him that she didn’t really care about him.

While his home life was average, he was still trying to decide whether school was better or not. There were transphobes and homophobes, but normally they didn't bother Frankie, not paying that much attention to him. He didn't have many friends, but after joining the school's choir, school definitely wasn't as bad as it had been before. Over time, he actually became friends with some of the other choir members (despite Frankie overthinking everything and convincing himself that they were only being nice to him out of pity).

Then came the day of the fall fair...

other facts about Frankie

is unlabelled, polyamorous and demiromantic

demiboy (ftm)

uses he/they pronouns

favourite colours are yellow and pink, but he tells everyone it's blue (gender norms in society fucked him up real bad)

became friends with Constance first, who then introduced him to her friends and the rest of the choir

tried learning some sign language to be able to say 'hello' to Ricky just to be polite, but over time he liked it so much that he and Ricky could have hour long conversations using sign language

eventually developed small crushes on Noel, Ricky and Mischa but didn't tell anyone (took that secret to his grave-)

alto (only likes to sing when he knows no one can hear them or if he's in a group of people)

mainly gets c's and c-'s in class, either not being interested enough to pay attention, or genuinely having no idea what the subject was about

wants to get diagnosed for autism, but is too scared to talk about it to anyone

fav artists are Cavetown, Will Wood, Queen, Conan Gray, Maya Hawke and Sushi Soucy (secretly loves Taylor Swift)

awkward with a capital A

cuts his own hair (impulsively, most of the time)

in social situations he mainly avoids talking, but by god if he sees an opportunity to make a 'ur mom' joke he will fucking take it

rides his bike everywhere since he doesn’t want his mum taking him anywhere

gets really bad chest dysphoria, so the second he bought a binder he would literally only take it off when he needed to sleep

draws on his hands all the time

doesn't believe in zodiac signs, and gets pissed when people ask for his zodiac sign and then start making assumptions about him

always has his nails painted black

zero self preservation

has really bad coping mechanisms and digs his nails into their arms when they're stressed or upset

sometimes he wishes his mum succeeded in aborting him

when his family heard the news that Frankie had died, his mother fell into a deep depression, and never left the house, not even for the funeral, too guilt ridden to show her face anywhere. However, his brother (along with his newborn son) came back into town for the funeral, saying he felt bad for not being able to meet his little brother, even naming his son after Frankie.

[brandnewhuman]

YOU ALL SHUT THE FUCK UP

I WANT YOU ALL FUCKERS TO LISTEN TO THIS LYRICS AND TELL IF ITS NOT ABOUT HOW MICHAEL MYERS ACTUALLY STARTS TO SLOWLY BECOMES MORE BOOGEYMAN THAN MICHAEL.

And yes Im gonna ignore the thorn curse ecc cause I can and I will. You all are living in my mind palace so make it make sense

TW WARNING FOR CANON VIOLENCE, MENTION OF DRUGS

Like at first the vibes are this song. He's still so young and everything is confusing although he knows he has done something bad and deep inside he has this fear of having brought more trouble to himself than what he thought.

He's trapped inside his own silence so all that panic and all those thoughts are starting to eating at him and all he can think of is how scary everything is starting to feel and how he wishes someone could understand that somehow he feels bad.

The first time he has an outburst because of this they immediately sedate him and it feels like someone has pushed him in a pool without him knowing how to swim. He eventually passes out and has to stay inside his own mind for hours and has these like intrusive thoughts that don't feel like thoughts but more like a person talking

With time he slowly gives up more and more to those intrusive thoughts cause between being told that he's evil and the very small amount of control he has over his own body is difficult to resist. It's like in the end everything makes sense and that voice is not a weird person whispering, it like blurs with Michael's personality. Cause if he's evil, and that voice says evil things, then it must be him saying them right?

BRO HE'S ALWAYS BEEN TREATED LIKE SOME SORT OF MONSTER. He hasn't been just Michael for a long time, no one sees him as even a human anymore. I'm just sure that at some point he doesn't even recognise himself as someone, he's just the mask he's wearing. There's no one under it and has never been.

It's like the have erased him as human being capable of feeling and thinking, he has molded himself from what other people says he is. His own awareness of himself was already something really fragile, he has never felt completely himself but neither did he knew what was that made him felt half empty. The mask helped cause it didn't made him be Michael or anything, he was just like there.

I'm 100% sure Michael doesn't even remembers anymore how his life was, if he had a mom or a dad, how he was when he still had a family. For him there's only what the shape wants which has become the the same thing he wants too.

NOW I MIGHT GET THIS WRONG CAUSE I DON'T REMEMBER BUT I DON'T THINK HE EVEN KNOWS HOW HIS FACE LOOKS ANYNORE.

If he kills laurie then it's like he has erased everything about Michael. It's he has erased himself from history and finally can live as the nothing he has always felt like

AND IT MAKES SENSE TO ME CAUSE IN THAT SCENE WHERE HIS NIECE ASKS HIM TO TAKE THE MASK ECC HE CRIES AND ALL THAT JAZZ RIGHT? IT'S BECAUSE FOR THE FIRST TIME AFTER YEARS SOMEONE FINALLY SEES JUST MICHAEL. FOR A MOMENT IT'S LIKE HE'S ALIVE AGAIN AND SHE HAD FORCE HIM INTO REALISING THAT HE'S STILL THERE NO MATTER WHAT. MY HUMBLE THEORY IS THAT HE GOT SCARED, SCARED BY THE REALISATION THAT HE'S TRULY SOMEONE AND HE'S STILL A PERSON.

Like I think he just feels like his true self is too messed up to be normal and too human to be something else. It's like having to face the fact that you're not only so bad that you're never going to be happy but that you had fucked up everything so much that It's just unrepairable.

THATS WHY HE ATTACKS HER. ITS NOT ABOUT KILLING HER IT'S ABOUT MAKING EVERYTHING STOP AND TRY TO GO BACK TO FEELING LIKE HE IS NOTHING

AND THIS SONG BRO, IT'S LIKE THE MOMENT HE GIVES UP FOR REAL. EVEN THE MALE VOICE KINDA SOUNDS LIKE WHAT I THINK MICHAEL WOULD SOUND.

It may not make sense. Do I give a fuck? No. Will I give a fuck if someone says I'm wrong? Yes and I'll cry about it

[phoenixthemenace]

Till Death

Day 9. Devastation

Johnny’s aunt was in the kitchen, and heard Johnny hit the floor. She was almost to the bedroom door when she heard Roy's raised voice.

She paused.

Cautiously she opened the guest room door. Mrs. DeSoto was still curled under the covers, fast asleep.

Good.

She opened Johnny’s door. He was curled on the floor where he'd fallen. His arm was thrown across his face and she could see he was smothering his sobs in the crook of his elbow.

"Johnny…" She whispered as she knelt beside him. He turned away from her and curled in on himself.

"Go away." He choked out. "Before you hate me too."

"I could never hate you!" She said, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.

"Yes you will!" He wailed. "I'm defective!"

She hauled him up into her lap, cradling him in her arms. He lay on his back looking up at her while tears streamed from his eyes into his hair.

"Oh my darling child. Loving someone doesn't make you defective!"

Spluttering and gasping he stared into her face, eyes wide with shock.

"H-how did you know?"

"I knew the moment I met you."

His eyes filled again. She stroked his cheek and gazed lovingly at him as he wept anew. Tears leaked from her own eyes.

When the tears slowed she asked what happened. He told her about sitting with Roy as he wept.

"We must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew I was on the floor and he was so…so mad." His voice cracked. "He called me a freak."

"Because you fell asleep?" She was indignant.

"I think he could tell I was… was…" He was blushing furiously and just sort of gestured at himself.

"Oh!" Her mouth and eyes were round. "Um…isn't that, uh…usual… sometimes?"

His wonderful crooked grin flashed across his face at her discomfort.

"Johnny, my sweet boy. You are not defective. You are a strong, wonderful person. I'm sorry Roy is so confused. I'm sorry he hurt you."

His sad smile again.

"It's not normal. I'm not normal."

She sighed, hating the world they lived in.

"Yes, you are. It's this fucked up world that's defective and not normal."

His eyes bugged out of his head, mouth agape.

"Like you've never heard that before. Like you've never said it before." She said with an arched eyebrow.

His eyebrow arched in response. She giggled. He sighed.

"He's got a girl anyway."

"Hmmm." His aunt said then paused and stroked his hair for a while. "Why don't you see if your friend Drew would like to go camping. You can take the car. Maybe go to that place we went last summer?"

"Yeah?" His sudden smile was genuine and bright. "Yeah! Thanks!"

He scrambled to his knees and paused, then threw his arms around her as tight as he could.

"Thank you for loving me."

"I always will, my darling child- man- I should say."

He kissed her cheek and helped her from the floor. His eyes were still sad, but his aunt could see that he would be okay.

That night, as Roy was making his catastrophic choices, Johnny was sitting with friends around a campfire having the time of his life.

The following afternoon Johnny returned home to find his aunt acting strangely. She couldn't move right or talk clearly. His instincts told him to take her to the hospital.

The pretty nurse he remembered from the time they brought Roy's mom in, whisked his aunt away. He watched, heart in his throat the flurry of activity in and out of the door she disappeared behind.

It seemed like an eternity before the nurse reappeared.

"Is there someone we should contact?"

"No. No, it's just me and her. Please-"

"What's your name?" She asked gently, a hand resting lightly on his arm.

"John. Please is she…" he couldn't finish.

"She's resting now. We're waiting for some test results."

"Can…can I see her?" His huge eyes were so sad that it twisted her heart. She smiled.

"I think I can sneak you in." She said with a wink. She took his hand and led him to his aunt's room.

She was sleeping, her face as pale as the sheet that covered her. He just stared at her with a stricken expression for a few minutes. He eventually took her hand.

"Auntie." His voice was tight and agonized. "Don't leave me. I'm sorry. I won't be bad anymore. I'll be normal, I promise! Just don't leave me."

He found himself weeping against a soft shoulder.

"What did I do wrong? They all leave. Am I that bad? Am I…am I a freak?"

"No…no." Dixie said softly. Over his shoulder she saw his aunt looking at them, anguish in her eyes. "This is not your fault. Shhh. Look."

When he saw his aunt was awake he took her hand and pressed it to his wet cheek.

"Don't leave me. I'll be good. I'll be normal. I'll take care of you. Just don't leave me. Please."

Later, when she took him to the staff lounge to wait for more test results, Dixie gently prodded and soon had the entire story.

"See? This is my fault." He whispered, his eyes downcast. "I'm…."

"No. No you're not." She said softly, her own eyes brimming with tears. "You are an amazing young man with a tremendous capacity for love. You're not bad or defective or anything like that. I'd say your aunt is pretty lucky to have you."

He flashed his sad eyes at her in a 'yeah right' look.

"I'd be happy to have you as my nephew." She said in a matter of fact tone. She was paged at that moment, and patting his hand, she went back to work, her mind forming a plan.

"Joe Early." She thought. "I'll start by sending Joe Early in to see him…"

[traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors]

TW ..dysfunctional family relations? not sure how else to describe it lol

I guess I'm looking for reassurance? someone to listen? answers? im not exactly sure

so i have PTSD from. a lot of different things so i know what flashbacks are and i know what triggers are. i recognize them ok? but i don't understand why i keep getting triggered by my brother. for clarity, we don't talk: we live in the same house but he's very transphobic and an asshole, so i stopped speaking to him. but he's still around all the time.

and it triggers me! even when he's not saying transphobic things, hearing his voice triggers me sometimes. i don't understand why, like, it's not even like that's targeted towards ME, he's just generally a bigoted ass. but what's really bothering me is that there was a thing that happened:

he was being really mean to my little sibling. and he does shit like that sometimes, he targets me, or one of my little siblings and he generally treats them like shit. and i knew if i spoke up in the midst of it, he'd be mad. but i did anyone. and he was. really mean so i told my mom. she said she'd speak to him about it.

anyways, long story short, there was a family emergency and my mom left. my sibling was distraught over the emergency and my brother decided that was a great evening to totally tear into her. i mean-telling her HORRIBLE shit. she just wanted one of our dogs to sit with her but he started yelling at her about how she always wanted everything, how she was such a pest and all this shit and i couldn't BREATHE. he'd done shit like that to me before but never this bad with my little sibling.

so i did the first thing i knew would snap him out of it so i could get my sibling away: i told him to fuck the hell off. which of course shocked everyone but then i could get my sibling away. i was so fucking scared-my dad was home, my older sisters too and none of them did ANYTHING. they could hear him yelling but just ignored it. he was so mad, he started saying all this shit about me and i left the room but then ii had a panic attack for like, literal HOURS, i couldn't sleep because i couldn't BREATHE and he kept talking really loudly near my room so i could hear how mad he was and then, to top it all off, i got in trouble for using a curseword and he didn't even get told off.

but i keep getting flashbacks to it. even though he wasn't even targeting me in the first place and yknow its over now and its done and like, ok he's an ass but that's how siblings ARE sometimes right? i mean. i'd never do that obviously bc that's horrible!! he's like 26 and my sibling is 12. i wouldn't do it even without the age gap in mind but fdshajklfhdajkl i'm just trying to ask 1. why tf am i getting flashbacks and 2. am i just? being crazy over this??? is this just some totally normal thing i just. dont understand or is this something actually fucked up that my parents just dont give a fuck over? tnx

(-luci)

Hi luci,

I'm so sorry you went through this.

Please know that what happened is not okay. It sounds like your family normalizes and enables his behavior.

You even said yourself that you would never do these things because it would be a horrible thing to do. So it sounds like on some level you know that this isn't just "how siblings are sometimes". While you're definitely not alone, it doesn't mean that it's okay for your brother to behave this way. Accountability is still necessary to encourage growth, and this sounds like something your parents may not see.

The way you responded to the situation does not sound disproportionate to the situation, despite how your parents made it seem. The fact that your family simply ignored him implies that this may be a pattern for your brother and your family has developed a learned helplessness. I say this primarily because, even if reacting may exacerbate his anger, it seems more natural to react than ignoring it.

It makes sense if this was a traumatizing experience for you. It can be scary to be in a situation like that. You're not being crazy over this. This is something your parents aren't taking seriously enough.

I hope I could help. Please let us know if you need anything.

-Bun

[dragonmuse]

In mostly i hate the way i don’t hate you, when does eddy tell izzy abt her dad, being that she meets him and faith only a few years after

(OH SHIT good question. )

It takes until they're lovers. Because he can't miss the nightmares. Stede sleeps through them, he's a regular sleeper, but Izzy sleeps like someone who knows sleep can be dangerous. Eddy's nightmares aren't loud or violent, but she will gasp sometimes or twitch hard and that's enough to wake him.

The first few times, Izzy just waits it out then goes back to sleep, figuring it's normal, but he starts noticing the pattern that the morning after, she's more withdrawn and nervy.

So he waits until the next one and nudges her when she starts up. Then nudges her harder until she comes awake all at once with a groan.

"Nightmare," he says, because in the world of endearments that's the one he's settled on and she actually fucking loves it, even if it's currently confusing, "what the hell is going on with you?"

"What?" they groan and close their eyes.

"What are you dreaming about?"

"Nothing," they grumble.

"Uh huh," he doesn't go back to sleep and they can feel his eyes on them, so they can't go back to sleep either.

"Don't worry about it," she ordered because that usually works.

"Yeah, no, I'm going to," he pushed back. God, why did he always have a spine when it was the most annoying? "It's been months."

"Years," they countered. "So it just is and it's no big fucking deal, okay?"

"Don't lie to me," he said quietly. "You can tell me to fuck off, but you can't lie to me, Eddy."

"Ugh," she buried her face against his side. "Fuck off then."

He hesitated, but sighed and just stroked their hair until she did fall back asleep.

In the morning though, she makes them tea instead of coffee and he doesn't ask as she shoves him towards the couch, away from the table he prefers to eat at.

"Listen," she starts, then stops. "Fuck."

He waits them out, sips his tea with a wrinkled nose, but no complaints.

"You know I've killed people, right?" they restarted.

"Yeah," he said evenly, setting down the cup of tea.

"Right, okay, I-" Fuck. Why was this hard? It was years ago and far away. "My....parents."

Izzy freezes. Eddy doesn't talk about much from before they met. He knows that she loved her mother and also that the woman is long dead, but that's about it. When Eddy just stalls out again, Izzy said,

"My Da beat the shit out of us and Ma never once stopped him." It's not a secret. He was sure Eddy knew from the way they met. His rage hadn't been born from no kindling.

"Yeah....yeah he hit my mom and me," Eddy tried to say it lightly, but her voice tanked, hit the dirt and shattered. "He was a drunk."

"Mine was sober, but fucked up on religion," Izzy nodded.

"Did you ever hit back?"

"No," Izzy sighed. "I was...he was fucking terrifying. Jonah did once, right before he left, but it just made it worse for the rest of us."

"You ever want to kill him?" Eddy whispered.

"Of course I did. Thought about it all the damn time-" Izzy stopped. "Oh. Oh...fuck."

"I was a kid," she said miserably. "I just knew I had to make it stop."

"And you did," Izzy said carefully. "You made him stop."

"I dream about it. In a weird way," she kept her eyes on the mug in her hands. "A beast taking him down into the waters. Other people sometimes."

"Did your mother know?"

She shook her head, "Don't think so. It went down as a mugging gone wrong. I think she was too relieved to ask any questions."

"Eddy..." Izzy took the mug out of her hands and she let him. "I don't care."

"No?" she glanced up at him and he was giving her a serious look. "I could kill before my voice cracked, Iz. I'm dangerous. A monster."

"Yeah, me too," he took her hands in his. "If you hadn't shown up, I don't know who I would've been after she died, but no one you'd want to meet in a dark alley."

"But you didn't."

"Yeah and you quit the violence business to sell overpriced dresses to uptown snobs with more money than sense."

"They aren't overpriced," they corrected with a frown.

"You told me yourself that Mona marks them up, don't start that," he shook his head. "Maybe everyone can be a monster, but you're not right now. Not yesterday, not today. Maybe tomorrow, but we'll deal with that if it happens. Maybe I'll just become a monster too."

It doesn't happen. She still has the nightmare from time to time, but now she wakes him up sometimes and they stay up together, night creatures in their element, going for long walks on dark streets.

[nevalizona]

Just an Aldridge study.

Pardon any errors.

He laid on the grass looking up the stars. His knuckles throbbed and stung as a breeze blew through the trees. The red was starting to finally leave his vision. He tried to keep his breathing steady. He blinked away the angry tears that were forming in his eyes, some had escaped and ran down his cheeks. Another fight with his mother. He hates the way she looks at him. It's like he's a monster or something. He got snippy today.

"What did I do this time?" He had asked, pushing his dinner away, he was starting to get angry, and he can never eat when he gets mad.

"Connor, I don't appreciate you raising your voice at me." She said firmly, but she didn't make eye contact with him. For years she has looked through him. Never at him, not anymore.

He didn't know what to say, so he said nothing. He chewed on his cheeks and listened to the radio. His older brother, Hunter, had moved out and his father works incredibly long hours, so often the only people home are Connor and his mother. They don't get along.

"Connor, I know you were out in the woods again. What have I told you about going out there?" She sounded exasperated.

"I don't know why you'd think I'd stop. I like it out there. Better than this stupid house." He groaned, reaching and grabbing his glass of milk.

"Connor Aldridge, do not talk to me like that. I tell you something, I expect you to listen. Now, since I don't feel like repeating myself... why do I not want you out there?" She angrily set her utensils down.

He sucked his teeth and turned away from her.

"Can't remember? Were you not listening to me? Connor, I don't want you our there cause I can't see what you're doing! Who knows what... I just want you where I can keep an eye on you."

This really set him off. He set his glass of milk back on the table, and stood to his feet, hands clenched into fists at his sides. Red seeping into his vision. He wishes his mom was a normal mom. One that cared about his well being. Most mom's wouldn't want their sons playing out in the woods in case something happened and they didn't know. Not Connor's mom. She worried about what he was doing when he was all on his own. He knows it has something to do with how she can't even look at him anymore.

"I'm not a fucking monster." His teeth chattered, he was so angry he was trembling.

His mother swallowed hard and nodded her head quickly.

"Look at how you're acting! Normal boys don't act like this Connor! You're scaring me!" She yelled, her own hands were shaking. Without thinking he turned and punched the nearest wall. Hard. Immediately he regretted it.

"Connor! Stop! Go to your room! You're father's going to hear about this!" She cried as she hurried out of the makeshift dining room.

He of course didn't go to his room. He went to the one place he always felt safe.

The stars always look so pretty out here. He's good at spotting constellations. It helps makes him feel better. His anger always gets the best of him. He doesn't mean to get that mad. He really tries not to. He's not sure when this anger in him began to get violent. Maybe he's known for awhile and just tried to ignore it. He couldn't help but think about the dented locker at school and how his hand throbbed for days after that incident. He should have known he couldn't hide from this when his baseball coach said he wasn't allowed to be on the team anymore. So many little things that should have stuck out to him.

He rolled over on the grass so he was laying on his stomach. He rested his head on his arms. Is he a monster? Is he destined to do bad things and not feel a lick of remorse? He wanted to believe he wasn't capable of that, but his own mother is frightened of him. 16 is an incredibly confusing age. He just wanted to spend time with his girlfriend, not worry about things like this. But this has been haunting him for awhile. He hopes he will grow out of these feelings, even if it's only to prove his mother wrong.