#' or something??? but i was too small and insecure. also middle school so

[mirmidones]

in middle school. there was this girl who couldn't stand me, even though she never said it to my face. she'd talk behind my back all the time and once i was told that she (the girl) had told another friend of mine that i had said that she (the friend) dressed badly or something. honestly i can't remember, it was a lie anyway. i only remember being so so worried i rode my bike up to my friend's house in tears to tell her that none of it was true and that id never think that and that i loved her and our friendship very much and i would never do that to her etc. bc i clearly have no chill whatsoever. anyways she was a bit baffled bc she honestly didn't remember that girl telling her this and reassured me we hugged i cried some more and then went home so so happy and relieved i shouted "she doesn't hate me" out of the window. weird. whatever. fuck middle school

[ellecdc]

so excited to be invited to the house party!!!

could I maybe request a ♧ here for the drinks with Remus and fake dating? (my fave trope after enemies to lovers)

congrats again my love 🍾🍾🍾🍾

love you lots lots lots

For you, D? Absolutely. (Also, you had me at Remus, so)

So im imagining from Remus’ side, this comes from a place of wanting to get his friends to stop playing match maker for him. No more blind dates, no more being tricked into double dates, he just wants to be left alone

For reader, im imagining they’re probably friends but quietly? Like they spend time in the library or speak in class, or occasionally study together, and maybe you’re pureblood and know it would piss your parents off so why not have a go while also helping out a friend

The problem becomes that Remus is a VERY good boyfriend, even if it’s just pretend. Offers to carry your bag around school and walks you to class. Will sit with you at quidditch games, remembers important dates and - to keep up the ruse - starts spending even more time with you

And you were already friends, so now as the two of you start spending more time together, the more you get to know about each other and find you have in common

You start getting invited to gryffindor parties because the boys expect you to be there, but Remus makes it as comfortable as possible for you - stays close, never leaves you alone to fend for yourself, makes sure you’re not in the middle of all the action, etc

You start getting angry letters from home and such, which you were expecting and sort of hoping for, but it leaves you feeling small and dirty. Classmates start making comments about it too and suddenly, you’re feeling insecure

Turns out Remus is very protective: interrupts when he sees someone unsavoury talking with you, catches you while you’re reading (or rereading) letters from home and changes the subject, gets you back on track when your mind starts to wander in the library

Then you start to realize….remus is a) a very good friend, b) very funny, c) very smart, d) very kind, e) very protective, f) a very good fake boyfriend and well gods fucking shit dammit you sort of don’t want it to be pretend anymore

You confront him one evening telling him you can’t do this anymore and think you should cut it off now - he’s sort of blindsided and going “whoa, hang on, why? What? Where is this coming from?”

You decide to just be honest and admit that “this has grown into something else for you…and you can’t keep pretending”

Remus smiles softly and just takes you in; “oh dove….this stopped being pretend for me a long time ago”

[i-yap]

people i ship with the batboys + bruce

Dick grayson -

I want a non-hero, non-g ginger y/n ..so like basically not his type at all. Someone really smart in ONE subject..nothing like super high IQ has been coding hacking blah blah since he was 10 dick. A nurse or doctor or mental health professional. She is also really into helping people but in her own legal way. she is middle class and met dick as his detective persona not Nightwing persona. She is also mildy insecure of her looks and jealous which is what dick and y/n end up fighting most about. She is mostly quiet and introverted but great with polite mingling (for those galas) but she always gets super drained afterwards . she is super confident and passionate about that one subject and really wants to make a change the normal way ( not by becoming a crime fighting nighttime vigilante)

Jason todd

Bro is so broken that the most logical would be to give him an angel y/n but that's no fun. Artist y/n or singer y/n, someone who can really express their emotions through their art style( preferably very feminine or girly). Someone who really loves expressing themselves with hairstyles, clothes, etc. Someone fun, happy and at peace with their identity and self image. Great at hanging out with people but usually goes off on her own to do her own thing . HAS TRAUMA TOO but something more verbal or emotional and she successfully dealt with it. She is busy but will always cancel stuff for the people she loves or even cares about.

Tim drake

(i love him with conner) he is kind of tricky but like reckless y/n. they meet young. is in a shit situation (abusive household+ lots of responsibility maybe takes care of her younger siblings) super poor and hates the rich. smokes does drugs drinks and everything wrong but if you bring it up she will leave. closed off except with time. feels like the world is on her shoulders but just does small pleasures to waste it all away. small pleasures could be grocery store shopping or finding abandoned schools. Wants to become a big lawyer someday so she can get respect and help others get respect but she cant even attend a good high school or leave her household ( the siblings) . was sxually assalted . she is strong a little broken but tries everyday to be happy but just cant. so very protective of tim Awesome taste in music tbh

Bruce

he is so tough to write for

someone younger than him ( the age gap causes slight issues). smart girl , very bossy, and will force people to take care of themselves. no nonsense I will not stand if you come late to our date kind of girl. she is sweet good with people, a bit too mature for her age. rich family , indian, multiple siblings basically the big indian or Spanish family where everyone lives in big ass bungalows . Loves the beauty of gothic style but is very elegant and feminine herself. clasiccal dancer. Dissapointed her parents by becoming a teacher but then reclaimed her place by becoming big professor in big uni (during her being with bruce) . A choice comes to leave gotham or leave big uni choice, bruce retires and goes to small area which has her uni. Wants kids , loves kids . A little silly but not in a childish way. in a mom puns way

[flippinpancakes64]

can you write cullens x reader who is insecure about their acne? 😽

The Cullens with a reader who is insecure about their acne

Again with you people being inside my walls. I’m convinced someone has a camera in here.

Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy!

Edward:

He thinks you’re perfect either way

He loves you, acne or not

He’s rich so if you want to do like a chemical peel or something else that’s expensive but will help with the acne he will do it no questions asked

And yes you can use his cold hands if your face starts to burn up from it

He hears what people think, but he doesn’t tell you

And if anyone tries to say something to you they are getting decked

Alice:

This is her department

She’s all about fashion and makeup, i feel like she knows about skincare too

She does everything she can to help you

Creams, treatments, washes

But she’s also very clear that she loves you no matter what

She’s helping you because you want the help

She also doesn’t lead you on with false hope

“I just saw that this cream doesn’t actually help you much in the future, so let’s try something else”

Jasper:

Genuinely doesn’t notice

He just sees you, feels your beautiful emotions, and loves you

But he definitely understands the most out of everyone

He has all of his scars that he hates but he can’t control

On really bad days, he uses his ability to help you feel better

But again he’s super supportive in anything that you try to help get rid of your acne

He reads up a bit on what’s supposed to help the most and he tries to do that

But more than anything he’s very understanding

Rosalie:

She is perfect, so you’re a little hesitant to bring up your insecurities around her

But she’s so nice

She keeps up with beauty trends and products throughout the years, so she has some stuff for you to try

She will do anything with you

You feel weird about using this new product? She’ll get in the bathroom with you and put it on too

And don’t even get me started on people at school

I’ve already established she will kill someone for being mean to you

That still applies here

Emmett:

He feels a lil crazy

He genuinely didn’t even notice that you had acne

Bro thought it was freckles or moles or smthn

So when you start complaining about it saying you hate it he’s like “no you’re perfect i love your birthmarks”

Cue the deadpan from you

He just steps back from that side of things

He lets you handle that cause he doesn’t know what he’s talking about lol

But he will beat a bitch up for you so you have that going at least

Esme:

She knows the struggle

I feel like she probably had pretty bad acne for a while when she was a teenager

She tells you all of the things that used to help her

She’s there for you every step of the way

Constantly reassuring you that she still finds you attractive no matter what

And yes she will fund any treatment you want to try

She just loves you and wants you to be happy

Carlisle:

Just looked it up, he is a surgeon (meow 😼 yummy)

So dermatology is not his strong suit

But working in a small town he has to know a little about everything

So he can help you on the surface level (telling you to wash your face, what foods to avoid, etc)

But he’s much quicker to schedule you an appointment with an actual dermatologist

But again, this only happens if you expressly state that you hate your acne and want it fixed

You don’t have to change anything for him

Vampire! Bella:

Some kids used to call her pizza face in middle school

So she knows the feeling

Nothing ever worked for her tho so she doesn’t really know how to help

It just sort of evened out as she got older

But she’s supportive with whatever you want to do

Or don’t want to do

If you never try anything to get rid of your acne then she’s okay

She loves you for you and you don’t need to change anything for her

[earlysunshines]

lip to lip

chou tzuyu x fem!reader ; fluff

synopsis: after studying for a while you deserve a reward, no?

wc: 2.6k

♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬

a/n: my baby my baby

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tzuyu’s hand is twined with yours as you reach your house.

your girlfriend stares at the house in front of her, and an unexpected nervousness creeps over you. this is the first time tzuyu had ever been to your house, despite being with her for two months now, and you’re feeling a little insecure thinking about your average looking house compared to tzuyu’s

tzuyu gazes at your house, awe etching into her features as she looks at the vast variety of plants that decorate the exterior; the plants are beautiful and bright in the afternoon glow that emphasizes the green of their leaves. another feature that tzuyu notices is the dark blue bike locked up near the door, just against the wooden exterior—she guesses that it’s the same bike you had rode to her house to give her pastries a month ago.

your house fits the neighborhood well—it's comforting and quiet. it really seems like a home.

“it’s um, it’s not much probably, compared to your place…” you mumble timidly as you look at her, fiddling with the keys in your pocket.

“no,” tzuyu starts, “it’s beautiful. your house is really pretty.” she assures. you feel her thumb rub your hand softly and it makes you smile, easing your worries.

you take out the keys in your pocket and it creates a jingle noise from the contact of your keychains clattering with your house keys. the keys in your hand unlock the front door, then the two of you walk in, taking off your shoes and putting them on the wooden shoe rack inside.

compared to tzuyu’s large, eye-catching home, your place was a bit smaller. it was a two-floor house that had two bathrooms—one small and one larger with a shower and bathtub. it also included two bedrooms and one was bigger, your grandparents shared that room. the first floor also had a simple living room in the same area as the kitchen and small dining table. it was well-fitting for the three of you, and that cat that occasionally visited.

tzuyu examines the living room, it’s the first room she sees when she enters the house and it’s very cozy. the flatscreen tv is pretty mediocre in size, not too big and bulky, but not too small, and there’s a small coffee table and a soft looking brown couch behind it as well. one thing that stands out to tzuyu in the living room are small portraits of you; ranging from baby you to secondary school pictures of you posing with a swim trophy. you were adorable, you still are.

your cheeks flush when you catch what she’s eyeing, and you’re quick to direct her attention to something else.

“um, let’s go upstairs, my uh, my room is there.”

“you were cute as a kid.” tzuyu laughs, exchanging glances between the picture of you from middle school to the rose tinted face in front of her. you laugh and shake your head,

“i was silly looking.” you sigh.

“you’re still silly looking.” tzuyu teases, “and cute.”

you roll your eyes and pull at her hand, leading her upstairs and to your room.

when tzuyu enters your room, she’s hit with the scent of vanilla and almonds coming from a diffuser; the room smells just like you. the room is organized and clean for the most part, with the exception of the pens that are messily spilled over your desk and the misplaced pillow on our bed—which she doesn’t mind or really care about at all.

there are also a couple of posters on your wall, some have a band or artist on it, and some are just pleasing artworks from a variety of magazines. it really reflects your interests and personalities. tzuyu finds it endearing.

you set your bag down next to your bed and pull out a chair for tzuyu, motioning for her to sit.

“here. i need to get a seat so we can study together, be right back.” you say with a smile before walking out the bedroom.

tzuyu takes this time to analyze the small trinkets on your desk: there’s some small plastic toys from old animated tv shows and movies on your desk, they’re all the size of a finger nail and lined up for display. stick notes also occupy your desk with little notes to yourself, ranging from simple reminders to broken sentences with no context—tzuyu assumes that you had started writing something and got distracted in the process.

“hi, i’m back.” you beam as you hold a stool in your hands and set it down next to your desk.

“is that comfortable for you?” tzuyu questions, looking at how it lacks support for your back.

you nod and respond, “yeah, not a problem.” as you pull out the books and notes from your school bag, setting them on your desk. before you start working, there’s a sudden discomfort from the bulky uniform you wear.

“i think i’m going to change,” you begin, “would you like to uh, would you like one of my shirts or hoodies? the uniforms are annoying to wear outside of school.” and your face flushes from your own suggestion.

the blush on your cheeks is contagious and spreads to tzuyu’s, who nods shyly at your offering.

you smile and walk over to your closet, pulling out the first two shirts you see and holding them up beside you.

“which one do you want? i have more options and you’re welcome to, y’know, browse through my closet if you want something else…” you trail off, and tzuyu giggles at the two short sleeved shirts you hold onto.

one of them has some sort of tamagotchi character on it, and the color of the shirt itself is an orangish-yellow shade. the other shirt is a dark green color, almost sage green, but a little more unsaturated and forest like. it has three fruits lined up in a horizontal row: a banana, a strawberry, and an orange, which each have a small little doodled face on them. tzuyu thinks both options are cute, childish, and comfy looking.

“i’m fine with either.” tzuyu shrugs, unable to decide.

“well,” you look at the two shirts carefully, even furrowing your brows as you examine them for whatever reason. you put one of the shirts down, now you hold up the dark green shirt and have the yellow one bunched up in your hand. “i think you’d look lovely in this one.” you admit while handing tzuyu the shirt with fruits on it.

tzuyu giggles at your remark and nods. “if you think that then i’ll wear it.”

“i think you’d look good in anything of mine, to be honest.”

you earn an eye roll and a laugh from that comment, warms your heart.

-

the two of you end up studying for an hour and a half.

during those ninety minutes, there’s a lot of groans coming from you as you struggle with the vocabulary of your language class, and tzuyu seems to huff here and there when dealing with math. it has you snickering at each other in between note taking and scribbling equations, which eases the frustration that started to build up in the both of you.

there’s a moment where tzuyu is completely locked in. her brows are furrowed and she’s biting her lip slightly as she writes. she uses the pencil in her hand to jot down a flow of numbers, dashes, signs, and whatever else that you don’t really want to analyze or think of at the moment because math is not your strong suit.

she’s in your yellow shirt that was given to you last christmas, which sits a little loose on her body since it’s oversized on you yourself, and you have a larger, taller frame compared to your girlfriend. you notice that some strands of her hair fall out of her ponytail, and the color of her brown hair is much more prominent under the glow of the light, yellow rays coming from the desk lamp. her face also seems to shine from the light of the desk lamp, and it highlights the soft slope of her nose, as well the pink of her lips. her lips look so soft, so kissable.

tzuyu looks adorable like that.

“is there something on my face?” tzuyu asks, snapping you out of your trance.

you realize that you had been staring. your chin was rested on your knuckles and your face was basically being held up by your arm on the desk.

you gape at her a little more, bolder and with intent now. “you’re pretty.”

tzuyu feels flustered under your gaze, despite you looking a little ridiculous as well as unserious in that adorable childish t-shirt.

she’s only able to laugh at your comment, and it reveals your favorite dimples. she shakes her head and shifts her look back to the paper in front of her, fiddling with her pencil as the smile on your lips grows.

“are you finished with your homework?” you question as you put an arm up in the air, stretching.

“i just have this one question, why?”

“my grandparents are back in-” you check the time on your phone, “-less than an hour, we could do something? watch a movie or just relax, if you’d like.”

tzuyu smiles and sets her pencil down, then moves over quickly to peck your lips.

“i’d love that.” she says, “let me finish this, i’ll be quick.”

you nod with a big grin spread across your face.

as tzuyu finishes up the problem, you put your notebook and folder into your schoolbag, then hang the backpack on the hook that’s stuck on your wall. when you’re back at your desk with tzuyu, you lay your chin on her shoulder and the faint scent of her rosy perfume is noticeable. it smells wonderful.

tzuyu puts her pencil down a minute later, turning her head and placing a shy peck on your forehead.

“done.”

“yay.” you mumble quietly as you pull away from her shoulder. your girlfriend laughs at your response and smiles sweetly.

something in the air shifts and one glance at tzuyu has you feeling a bit more needy, a bit hungry almost. her lips acquire your attention and you’re blatantly staring at them—which has tzuyu turning her head in confusion.

“is there something on my-“

“you look really, really good.” you almost breathe out, looking back at her in the eye. tzuyu raises her brows in surprise and she’s flustered (again) to say the least.

you look at her lips again, then her eyes, then back to her lips. your eyes linger on the inviting feature.

“can i kiss you?” you ask, making eye contact with her again. tzuyu nods with a glow of red on her cheeks.

you smile and cup her cheek, leaning closer and pressing a soft, tender kiss on her lips.

tzuyu hums in satisfaction as you deepen the kiss. your head turns for better access and your lips connect for longer periods of time, both pairs not wanting to part, as if they were magnets with opposite forces.

you two kiss a little longer, it’s not rushed and instead it’s soft, sweet, and passionate.

your girlfriend pulls away for a brief moment and her lips brush against yours, still lingering.

“can we move to your bed?” she asks, breath warm against you.

“yeah,” you respond.

the two of you get up, still close together. your lips meet again as you stand up and blindly move towards your full-sized bed. when your calf hits the mattress you sit down slowly, tzuyu leaning down a bit to keep her lips on yours.

you part for a brief moment and tzuyu whines in response—it makes you laugh.

“do you want to sit on my lap?” you suggest, “i think it’d be more comfortable.”

your proposal catches her off guard, makes her whole body burn and pupils dilate. tzuyu hesitates before climbing onto your lap, settling herself gently as you place your hands on her hips—her brain stops working for a second.

the two of you smile, faces inches apart as you study each other’s features. tzuyu notices that your lips are a darker in color now and just barely puffy from how she had been kissing them. your pupils are wide, practically taking over your whole eye as you stare at her with a deep longing.

your girlfriend cups your burning cheek and rubs it with her thumb softly before sliding her arms around your neck.

“you’re so cute, y/n.” she mumbles against your lips before kissing you again, almost stealing the oxygen from your lungs.

her lips melt into yours as they make contact again, and your hand subconsciously moves to the edge of your shirt that she wore, moving it up slightly and slipping your fingers under the cotton material to brush your fingertips against her skin.

the feel of your cold fingers on her soft, delicate skin sends shivers down her spine, making her groan softly into your mouth. her lips part slightly, which gives you the opportunity to slide your tongue against her lip. she gives you access by opening her mouth a little more, letting you explore the new territory with your tongue. your tongues swirl against each other which earns small hums of delight as well as breathy noises from the two of you.

you’ve kissed tzuyu multiple times: on the cheek before classes, pecks in a more private setting, and on her hand as you walked her back home—but never like this.

the intimacy of kissing this much and for this long was new to the two of you. the pace of which you made out had increased as the two of you adapted to the overwhelming feeling of nervousness and added pleasure, it was new and the two of you grew fond of it quickly with each second that passed by.

the pace slows down as you slip your tongue back out, kissing her slowly on the lips again. you slide your hands back down to hold her gently by the waist and make the move to stand up, which has tzuyu wrapping her legs around your own waist.

you continue to kiss her even as you stand, turn around, and set her down—only parting when she’s fully set on your bed so you can look at her flushed cheeks and darkened pupils.

“i really like kissing you, tzuyu. it’s really nice.” you say breathlessly.

tzuyu laughs lightly at your adorable words. “i like it too.” she responds, sliding her hand through your hair and to the back of your neck. she rubs against the nape of your neck lightly and twists some of your hair around her finger before smiling again. “let’s do this more often.”

“yeah.” you say, laughing lightly before meeting her delicate lips again.

tzuyu smiles into the kiss, so do you, and it goes on again for a while—just you and tzuyu kissing and savoring each other with a new feeling that flows through your bodies.

you almost bite tzuyu’s lips when you hear a loud voice coming from downstairs. you flinch and pull away quickly, so does your girlfriend.

“y/n! we’re home! can you help bring the groceries inside?” your grandpa yells from downstairs.

“yeah! be there in a minute!” you respond, raising your voice.

you turn back to the girl under you and trapped between your hands, she’s giggling at you with her hands still cupping your face.

tzuyu gazes at you for a few seconds before speaking softly. “you should probably go help them out.”

“yeah.” you sigh, “one more?”

tzuyu nods happily and you press one more long, tender kiss on her lips.

“y/n!” your grandpa calls out again, and you almost fall on tzuyu from the sudden jolt of surprise (again).

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Idea I've had for highschool sweetheart to make könih further rot in guilt because it's silly and amusing that I simply had to share <3

In cliques of the nature of his bullies there are always the internal dynamics people outside don't see. Like how one person is never felt true compliments, only back handed ones if not just straight up insults. Fed lies about how no one else would ever be friends with them, the punching bag of within the clique to keep the glue of the group strong and firm. Naturally it would have been the shyest and most bookish person within the group. But you've known these people your entire life they didn't always act like this they used to be kind and good. (right? they, they were kind once right?) so day dreams become an escape because how could anyone be friends with you? How could anyone tolerate you? Especially after you were around the clique, how could you ever approach the quiet boy who you knew they picked on. He must hate you. You longed to be friends (don't delude yourself you didn't wish to be friends you wished to be lovers but start small right). How could you ever approach him. And then graduation comes and you're abandoned. You can heal and begin to find your personhood. You can pick the shattered pieces of your confidence up off the floor and glue your life back together. It takes years but eventually you gather up the courage to reach out to the boy after he misses the reunion. You want to apologize for your passivity at least. You must after all. (You were children and both victims in your own right but how could this ever be spoken of? You must play the role of the bystander because who would ever believe otherwise? You may have healed but there are still cracks of course.) and much later maybe he learns all this, maybe he reads it in a journal or a letter addressed to him, maybe you finally get the courage to tell him. And the guilt and rot grows like fungus over his heart, eating his anger alive and churning out something like grief in return. Not that you'd noticed the anger, you just saw the second chance, of course he would be wary of you, of course he would have changed over the decade, but a decade of growth was only done on the foundation of the boy you loved before. How could you not love the man he's become now?

tee hee I'm going insane I hope you enjoy my little ramble

Yes yes yes the delicious reveal of how it was for her, that she wasn’t having a happy time in the clique, that she, too, was suffering! ❤️‍🩹

In my opinion König would eventually come to his senses. If we’re treating this scenario with actual seriousness, he would eventually see that what he’s doing is useless and stupid and hurtful and unjust to both of them. I mean he’s clinically insane, he’s nasty and troubled and traumatized and works for a fucking PMC and tortures people but... he’s not rotten to the core. König is like a stray dog that bites if it feels like it’s about to get cornered and beaten again, and that’s his viewpoint with high school sweetheart actually. It may sound silly and misplaced but he’s just too triggered to see that he’s about to do a royal fuck-up with her.

And the unbearable shame when he realizes? When he faces the thing he has become? It’s simply too much to bear, he has worked so hard on himself & to put that shit behind him, he’s built confidence from scratch, he’s built actual, physical muscle just to feel better about himself, he probably joined the military because it was his middle finger to the world. Yes, he had aspirations and actual passions concerning the sniper dream but he’s also driven by this need to prove a shitload of people wrong.

And in walks this babe who reminds him of a time when he was nothing. Absolutely nothing. How do you love that? Because ultimately, it means you have to love yourself and who you were before you became the incredible Austrian Hulk. At the core of it is a 6 feet deep insecurity because König doesn’t feel he’s worthy of her at all.

I think the only thing that would cleanse his heart from pain is the revelation that she suffered too. As sad as it is, that’s what makes his heart crack open because then he gets to play the savior. But then comes the “Do you still love me even if I almost turned into the monster I always battled against” part… Because König would pay her authenticity "generously" by revealing the bully he almost became. And I think that’s when high school sweetheart really needs to ask herself if she’s up for this kind of shit, if she’s actually ready to love this man who isn’t as cool and tough as she thought he was, who is deeply flawed and resentful and childish and cruel.

Part of her probably knows that already and even loves his flaws, but loving König is like loving that stray dog. He’s gonna bring fleas and dried-up mud into your house eventually. Especially if you feed him and give him a scratch… Put a nice, cosy bed for him by the fire... Tell him he's cute when he whines next to your bed... Teach him it’s ok to prefer to sleep with you instead :/

[ilooklikeaburntchickenugget]

Love You (Always)

A/N: Heyyyyy this is for all my insecure girlies regardless of what type of body you have. All girlies can feel insecure at times even if you're a 00 or if you're a size 20. So here's a cute comforting fic for all of us ladies who need some extra confidence sometimes! Pairing: Gerard Way x F!Reader Word count: 2,316 words Warnings: Mentions of insecurity, scrutinizing of one's own body, not necessarily an eating disorder, but themes/habits of disordered eating/limited eating, swearing, slight angst

You weren’t really a clingy kind of person, that’s probably how you and Gerard worked out so well. But right now, you were pretty sure you were watching every second until he got home.

You had spent a whole two days cleaning the apartment from top to bottom, making sure everything was set. You couldn’t believe you were going to admit it, but you were somehow nervous for his return. You hadn’t seen each other in months, talking over the phone was spontaneous at best, and he hadn’t been home since, well- you couldn’t remember, actually.

So maybe that’s why in your mind everything had to be perfect, because you weren’t sure what to expect. I mean, this could all simply explode in a minute, right? One small tap on the glass for it to shatter.

You paced around the room a bit, biting on your nail, something you never did, and awaited with baited breath and a thumping heart. He was your boyfriend of three years and you were somehow nervous to see him. It was like a date with a middle school crush but far worse because at the end of the day this actually mattered.

You could hear the door rumble a bit and swing open, looking up to be met with Gerard initially struggling with his bags a bit, but placing them down by the front with a sigh and looking up at you with a smile. You smiled back as he was the first to run up to you and give you a kiss. It wasn’t hectic or frantic just gentle and calm.

“Hi.” You finally said once he pulled away, meeting his eyes and he looked down at your with a smile.

“Hi.” He responded, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” You smiled back. “I- um, do you need help with your bags?”

“Nah, I’ll get ‘em later.” He calmly shrugged, “Probably need a shower though-”

“Oh thank God you said it.” You let out a sigh of relief, “With as much respect as possible, you smell like shit.”

“Thanks.” He snorted, beginning to walk back to your shared room where the closet space was. “Glad we’re on the same page.”

You took a deep gulp as he stepped out of the shower and you were able to finally notice his physique for the first time since being back. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, but his upper body was now structured with soft muscles on his arms and while he still had a bit of a belly (something you adored for whatever reason), he was much… thiner, than he was.

It didn’t shock you by any means considering he was practically getting a full blown workout for an hour a day in the hot sun while touring in the middle of summer. But it also didn’t help your own mental view of yourself.

You had always had this on and off again relationship with self love. Most of the time now, having matured and all and realizing how fake most bodies plastered on magazine pages were, you managed to actually find a lot of confidence in the way you looked. Sure, you were a bit chubby, some chunk on your arms, around your thighs and hips, a bigger belly than just the small one most women had, but you had managed to love the curves that came with it.

“Might as well take a picture.” You heard Gerard say and quickly looked to his face where he was smiling at you, realizing that you had been full blown staring for way too long. You couldn’t even respond, only looking away in complete embarrassment. “Oh c’mon baby,” He softly said, “You’re never speechless.”

He threw a shirt and sweatpants on before walking out to where you were laying on the bed, plopping down right next to you and letting his arms snake around your waist, squeezing you tight. As soon as he did though, and didn’t get your usual enthusiastic response since he knew you loved that move, his eyebrows furrowed a bit. “You okay?” He asked a bit more seriously despite you still facing away and not moving. “Did I say or do something, hon?” You shook your head silently. “What’s up?”

You tried to pull out of his grip, now being doubly embarrassed and therefore on the verge of tears, but it did not work with him at all. Damn, he had gotten stronger too. “Hon-” He tried to push a bit but was quickly stopped.

“Could you not?” You finally pushed back, turning over slightly to face him, his facial expressions quickly contorting from concern to shock. “I’m just not in the mood.” You sighed, getting up as he finally freed you from his grip. “And sorry for staring at you.” You mumbled, walking out of the bedroom and towards the main area leaving him completely dumbfounded.

What had he done in the 15 minutes he was home? Had he done something before and you were just being nice at first? Was he being too up front? Did you need more time to warm up again? Did he read something wrong?

The questions flooded his mind like an exploded dam as he sat up still confused but deciding to give you space and understanding intruding on your personal bubble right now would lead to way more harm than good. Maybe I should Google it or something- Google it Gerard? What are you thinking? Talk to your therapist but- damn, it’s like 9 pm don’t disturb him. Frank’s not bad with advice but he just got home too, Mikey maybe?

He wasn’t sure what to do because clearly, not obviously, like so blatantly, something was very, very wrong. But what was that thing? How did he fuck this all up so fast?

He was pondering his next plans of actions, because yes he would ideally like to sleep in a bed his first night being back in a while, but also the couch seemed like a more fitting punishment for whatever crime he had committed. But you were out there, and seemed like some form of distance at least temporarily seemed to fit the situation.

Finally, after some deep consideration, he figured it was best to just leave you alone and go to bed. If you wanted to come back, he would be on his side facing the other way, being sure not to disturb you. He turned off his side lamp and finally laid down, inevitably having to let the feeling that this was an issue for tomorrow settle on his turning stomach.

The next morning had started out usual for you. You had woken up, taken a shower, done your hair and skincare routine all within a time that Gerard had shockingly not woken up. You let him sleep extra knowing his sleep schedule on tour was never usual and getting anything more than four hours was a blessing, and also because of the little fit last night that you still were too embarrassed to address. Because how were you supposed to bring up your insecurities to your boyfriend without having to acknowledge them?

Just as you finished brushing your teeth you heard his footsteps pad through the bedroom and into the bathroom, where he quickly yawned from next to you in the mirror. “Morning, hon.” He said, his morning voice thicker than ever.

“Morning.” You replied, spitting out the last of your toothpaste, “How’d you sleep?”

“Well,” He said, grabbing his own toothbrush and stealing the tube of toothpaste from your side, “Much better than on the bus.” You lightly smiled at him.

“What d’you wanna do today?” You asked him, brushing your hair once last time. He shrugged.

“Not much, to be honest.” He said, “Maybe breakfast or lunch, then hang out around here. Just wanna be around you.” He smiled a bit, letting a some of the foamed tooth paste show in his mouth which you lightly giggled at.

“Sure,” You replied, “That sounds good.”

You quickly got dressed into leggings and a baggy sweatshirt. At least this would cover your stomach and thighs. The whole “staying in” plan for the day made it easier to justify the outfit and for him to hopefully think not much of it. “You ready?” He asked, walking to the edge of your closet as you nodded.

You grabbed your tote bag on your way out, locking the door behind you, and was quickly met with his hand engulfing yours as you entered the street. He gave it a little squeeze, something he knew you adored, and suddenly had a blush growing on your face.

Thankfully, having lived in New York a decent amount of time now, you had found local favorites that were easy to get into and always good. A diner down the corner was one of your favorites, and especially early in your relationship was a frequent place you would go each morning after he spent the night with you.

You had your usual orders: Gerard would go for pancakes and you would go for french toast, and then each of you would pick off of the others when you got sick of your own. It was almost part of the routine of days like today. That was why Gerard happened to be so off guard when you didn’t order your usual, I mean, you still ordered a regular plate of breakfast food, bacon, eggs, hashbrowns and all, but it wasn’t the usual thing.

He kept to himself a bit, eyeing you instead as each of you talked, and noticing slight body language queues of uncomfortability. He was still pondering last night, and the way you seemed to shrink yourself today didn’t give any indication that you were over whatever was bothering you from yesterday.

You didn’t comment or seem to mind when he took some of your food from your plate, but it made him feel a bit more guilty when you weren’t taking any from his.

“Want some?” He asked, motioning his head and silverware towards his plate. It was still half full of pancakes he has conservatively drenches with just enough syrup to your liking. Why did he have to be so perfect at all the wrong times?

You were tempted, but before your mind could even fathom the taste of his pancakes you remembered how you looked. And you lost all that appetite. You shook your head. “No, thank you.” You replied, taking a small nibble of your hashbrowns.

Gerard really didn’t want to ruin breakfast, but he was also confused, and turning slightly anxious by the moment. You had always enjoyed food, he loved that about you. You were never afraid to try anything new, and the look on your face when you ate your favorite meals was always so genuine and happy. Today it looked just painful.

“Sweetheart,” he spoked up after a moment. You looked up at him. “Is something wrong? Are you alright?”

He wasn’t sure now why he has asked it, seeing your eyes immediately fill with tears and your poor attempt at try to prevent your face from going sour. “Shit.” He muttered to himself, putting his silverware down, and using his free hand to grab yours from across the table.

“I’m just-“ You spoke, with a shaky voice and slow tear trailing down your cheek. You took your free hand and used the sleeve of your hoodie to wipe it off. “It’s so stupid.”

“Honey, whatever you’re feeling is never stupid.” He told you, his face having melted into a puddle of concern. “I’m here to listen, always. You can always tell me anything and everything.”

“I know.” You sniffled a little, taking a deep breath. “Just- seeing you come home and you’ve- you’ve, I don’t know, lost some weight- and you look great! Don’t get me wrong, but I just don’t know why you want me when I look like this and you-“

“Stop.” He said before you could even finish your sentence. You looked up at him with some worry as he sighed. “To begin with, I love your body. I’ve always found you incredibly sexy, and will always think you’re gorgeous even when we’re 80.” He said, “Next, even if your body changes at all, it will never make me stop loving you. I don’t love you just for your body, it’s a wonderful perk you happen to have, but I will always love you for you.” He sighed, “And finally, even if you did gain weight, or your weight shifted to other places, that’s just more of you to love. There is zero downside to that.”

You took a few moments considering his words. “Thanks.” You replied simply, feeling a little more calm but guilty for allowing your feelings to ruin his first day back. “Sorry for-“

“No apologizing for your feelings.” He said again, squeezing your hand. “I love you, and I will always be here to listen to you. Never feel guilty for feeling one way or another, okay?” You nodded. “Now, do you want some of my pancakes.”

You took a deep sigh of defeat. “Yeah.” He smirked, pushing the plate halfway across the table as you removed your hands from each other to go back to holding your silverware.

You took a pretty decent amount, stabbing with your fork and ferociously cutting with your knife. “Fuck these are good.” You grumbled, halfway done chewing them. He chuckled.

“Have as many as you want.” He softly smiled. 
“I regret not getting the french toast.” You admitted with a small cringe. “We always share it.”

“You wanna get it to go? We can keep it as a late night snack for later.” You took a moment contemplating his suggestion with a growing smile. You nodded. “Extra strawberries?” He asked with a knowing smile.

“Always.”

[thehollowwriter]

The Official (Remastered) Bio of Finn Clearcove

Basic Info:

Class: Class 2C

Dorm: Octavinelle

Club: Gargoyle Research Club

Birthday: 20th November

Age: 17

Height: 146cm

Dominant hand: He's ambidextrous

Unique Magic: Mirror Image. He can copy the voice of anyone he directly touches and their physical form if he pushes hard enough. If he wants, he can limit it to certain characteristics. (E.g: voice or eye colour). He can also copy their unique magic. However, it often comes out "wrong" (for example, King's Roar will result in a goopy black tar instead of sand), and if it results in a physical object like Riddle's collar, the object will look nonsensical and ai generated

Preferences:

Favourite subjects: Art, biology

Hobby: Painting

Likes: Butterflies, animals, reading, music, cooking, painting

Dislikes: Large crowds, loud people, showing his teeth, loud sounds, bright lights

Favourite food: Chocolate mousse, shrimp

Additional Info:

Homeland: The Coral Sea

Species: Cookie Cutter Shark Mer

Family: His father and later on Chrysos who belongs to @distant-velleity

Nickname: Blue Angel, courtesy of Floyd (thank you @azulashengrottospiano for the name!)

Relationships: Finn is polyamorous with the Octavinelle trio

Sexuality: Finn is gay and polyamorous

Appearance:

Finn has long, fluffy forest green hair that has a curly seaweed/kelp like shape that goes to just past his is shoulders. It is often tied in a tight bun. His eyes are a bright amethyst and his teeth look like they came straight from the mouth of an angler fish, twisted and horrific.

Finn is very chubby and most people think "soft" and "squishy" while looking at him. Until the dread sets in, that is. He's quite pale as well but has recently started to tan a bit. He is very very small and most of his clothes have to be taken to be adjusted so they actually fit him.

In his true form, Finn's tail and face are forest green in colour, just as is the rest of him. The palms of his hands are seafoam green. His tail is like that of a cookie cutter shark's. There is a large patch of scarring on his left shoulder and the middle of his tail. He has long black claws that are retractable and incredibly sharp.

Finn has a band of black scales around his neck, and from just below that all the way to his navel are photophores that glow in the dark, which helps him camouflage and can even make him look like a school of fish from below.

Personality:

Finn is quiet and mostly keeps to himself, barely speaking to most people unless absolutely necessary, and is usually polite. He lives be the rule "don't bother me and I won't bother you". His "default" expression, if you will, is usually just a blank or serious face.

Finn is intelligent and quick-witted. He often weeds information out of people for Azul, taking the role of the "therapist bartender" except most people get an uncanny valley feeling if they look at him for too long. Despite his politeness something about him always feels wrong to others. They get this sense of dread that make them want to leave as soon as possible.

Finn is quite sadistic and has a deep love for the twisted and macabre. This is often reflected in his paintings, many of which are disturbing in nature. He is very happy to extend his sadistic ways to other students if he deems it necessary. Only if he deems it necessary. (What he deems as necessary can vary)

Finn is, most of the time, immensely confident in himself and who and what he is. He is quiet but he is not, by any means, shy or timid. He does have his insecurities though, mainly about his teeth since they're often viewed as ugly. He covers his mouth whenever he laughs or smiles in public.

Some "Fun" Facts:

▪︎Finn is haunted by the ghosts of the siblings he devoured in the womb in true shark mer fashion, they aren't aggressive towards him but they are tethered to him and cause him nightmares and endless stress and fear (they are the cause of the sense of dread people get around Finn)

•Finn's voice is very soft and very nice to listen to. It's like a flowing river. He's difficult to hear at times.

▪︎Finn enjoys flying and is very good at it

▪︎His family comes from the deep of the midnight zone, so he is well versed in abyssal magic and the dangerous and powerful spells that come with it

•Finn likes to garden

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Art by @clovenoko

Art by @boopshoops

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A/N: Here's the boy! New and improved with an extra long personality section ooops

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[the-bi-writer-blog]

I’m 38 now and here are some (mostly positive) things that have surprised me about aging:

When it comes to appearance and comparing myself to other people, I’ve gotten WAY more chill about it, even though I’ve got smile lines and a few small streaks of grey.

You know how, when you visit your old high school/middle school a few years after graduating, and all you can’t think is “WOW were we ever this young?? I thought we were So Grown Up at that age, but damn they’re just babies!”

So it’s like that. The way you feel about middle schoolers when you’re in high school, or high schoolers when you’re in college - they look like fresh faced babies and you wonder why you didn’t see it before.

So that’s the first thing: age-related appearance.

How I thought it would go: wow old people are all ugly and gross, I hope I never look like that

How it actually is: I love seeing laughter lines on my friend’s faces, because I can see echoes of the jokes we shared. I love their worry lines too, since they’re proof of what we’ve survived together.

And when it comes to my own face?

It’s just my face.

I’m WAY more neutral about it than I used to be. I used to see a checklist of things I wanted to change about myself, every time I caught a glimpse of my face in the mirror.

Now? I’m honestly too tired and too busy to care about something that matters so little in the long run, and I’d rather use my headspace for something else that actually matters.

(And like, ofc I’m still insecure about parts of my appearance, I’m human. but it just feels SO much less pressing now than it did when I was younger.)

Eventually you really do just look in the mirror, shrug, and say, “Eh, could be worse.” And then you carry on spending time with your loved ones and hobbies, in the home you’ve made.

Also back to comparing my appearance to the appearances of those younger than me: I expected to just feel less and less sexy as I got older, and kind of assumed that maybe older people just kind of grin and bear it if they have sex at all (lol)

But the reality is - I don’t think I look “old,” per se. I just think that everyone else looks impossibly young 🤣

Looking at college kids now gives me that same feeling of seeing middle schoolers when you’re in high school. You’re just kind of like, “Why are these humans so underbaked” 😂😂

Idk. That started out one way and turned into a ramble, but I’ve been thinking a lot about appearance lately, as I begin planning the first steps of my own transition (YAY.) And I’ve been reflecting on how many insecurities really have faded over the years.

It will be the work of a lifetime to accept myself fully, of course. But I feel SO much more calm, centered and peaceful than I ever have before, and it’s been a really lovely surprise.

Tl;dr what they don’t tell you about aging is that it’s Fine, Actually, and you will feel SO much less insecure, I promise you. You’ll let others expectations roll off your back, and stop doing things to make other people happy.

And you’ll start the long (and wonderful) lifelong process of learning to make a home in yourself, for yourself ❤️

[travelerpoetry]

Hiii!! I’m still here, lol!! Can I please request headcannons of what Zane is like in a relationship? What are his habits :)?

Omg!!! Hi hello!

School was shitty yesterday, so I'm going to work on this. I ask now!!!!

Character: Zane Ro'meave

Type: Headcannons

Request: what he's like in a relationship

ZANE RO'MEAVE

At the start of your relationship, he's very insecure.

Not only because he isn't very good with emotions and confronting them (like his love for you), the most prominent problem is well.. his brother.

His brother, Garroth, was always the golden child and was seen as perfect by literally everyone like the students in Phoenix drop high and by his own parents.

It's not a secret that Zane resented his brother because of that and due to that he was even more nervous when he brought you to meet his brother for the first time.

He was convinced that you were going to leave him the first few weeks after meeting garroth.

And because of this, he got a particular habit of having at least some sort of contact with you at any given time not only to have the comfort of knowing that you're there, still together with him and next to him but to also let everyone know that you're here with him.

At the start, he only allowed himself to interlock pinky fingers with you, but as your relationship continues, he becomes more.. greedy, He starts off slowly, going from interlocking pinky's with you to holding hands to interlocking arms with you to unashamedly putting his arms around you anytime he can.

He is the little spoon. No arguments, it does not matter if you're smaller than him or taller than him or thicker then him, The feeling of you having your arms around him gives him a feeling of comfort and security.

He makes it a point to tell you he loves you atleast ONCE a day. Because he knows for a fact that he doesn't show that he does at times but don't worry he's working on it.

You know how everyone says that girlfriends steal their boyfriends clothes? Yea, he's the girlfriend in this scenario, just that he doesn't steal your hoodies but he does infact steal your hairclips.

He wears atleast one of your hairclips in his fringe every single day, it doesn't matter what colour they are even if all of your hairclips were pink he'd still wear them because it was a little reminder that there will always be a part of you together with him even when your not physically there.

He has a habit of bringing you cookies every monday. It started in the third week in your relationship. He really wanted to show you how much he loved you since he was not yet feeling secure enough to say 'I love you', and the first time he gave you cookies they were poorly made christmas cookies (even though it was the middle of summer) that were burned at least partially but you knew he made them with love even if they weren't pefectely made. He was embarrassed and quite a bit ashamed when he presented them to you even saying "They're shitty Okay!? You don't need to eat them." When you actually accepted them and since then he gradually improved.

Another habit of his was too hold your hands when he is nervous he would squeeze your hands tightly when his anxiety got the better of him.

He also looks into anything you recommend to him, whether it was a movie or an article of clothing he'd look into them every Saturday, no matter how small the mention of it was even if it was only mentioned in passing. It was well.. a habit now.

He takes a picture every time you both do something you enjoy but he nevers post them his reasoning for it is 'It's only meant for my eyes.. these rather intimate moments are only for me and you to share'

He wears a bracelet you made when the two of you first became friends and he wears it every day even if it clashes with his outfits at times with his uniform on though when he does wear it while wearing his uniform he tugs it into his sleeve not because his ashamed but to keep it safe and from getting his dirty.

Further into the relationship, if you were born afab, he'd stock up on pads, tampons, ibuprofen, keep a heating pad and even sweets if it made you feel better during your time of the month.

Though if you were born amab he wouldn't keep around pads or tampons since you obviously don't need them but he does infact keep ibuprofen, sweets and a heating pad around if you were ever in need of these items.

These were the headcannons I have.

I actually wanted to put some more things into this, but I rather kept on track of the request!

I'm know I'm not the best writer but I hope you like this!

[hanmaitani]

The Longest We've Ever Gone

PAIRING - Miya Atsumu x Reader WC - 0.7K GENRE - angst CW - none here really SYNOPSIS - growing up with the miya twins always meant you were basically raised with them, attached at the hip. sure, you fought, but it has never been this bad.

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It was finally getting to that point. The point where you were wondering if you were wrong. If it was time to give up your pride.

Growing up with the Miya twins may have given you a good portion of your personality. Your stubbornness, your competitiveness, your intense need to outlast not only others but your own limits too. Growing up with the Miya twins may have also given you a bit of attachment issues to them.

You were basically raised beside them, from the age of six on, you’d never gone more than a few days without seeing them. The only exception had been when your sister had dragged you away for a small vacation when you were in middle school. Less than a week and you’d started lamenting the unfairness before the car was even packed to leave.

Well, that was the only exception until now.

A week and a half.

10 days.

That was how long it had been since the double date that went up in flames. That was how long it had been since you and Atsumu had spoken. That was the longest time you’d ever gone without seeing him, without talking to him.

Your pride was keeping you from going to him first, but it was slowly losing to the hurt, the feeling of loss at not being able to go to him. The mourning feeling of stopping yourself from dialing his number when you got a bad grade on a paper, or from calling him when you can’t sleep at night. He was always up later than Osamu, had been since you were kids.

Your heart always ached about that too, late at night and remembering the first night you felt closer to him than Osamu. Osamu always got your secrets, kept them tight to his chest. But Atsumu had you in the middle of the night, sleepy confessions of insecurities and weakness, reassurances passed through heads on shoulders and arms around waists, shared blankets and carrying you back to bed.

You wanted to scream, to cry, to protest what had been your fault in the first place. Yet it was still something you weren’t quite ready to admit to yourself. Instead you sat on the small couch in your dorm, stabbing your spoon into the tub of ice cream. Your tv glow kept your room lit as it played the end credits of your latest episode on Netflix. You groaned when the screen turned dark asking the question you hated the most.

Are you still watching?

You rolled your eyes and fought with your blanket trying to locate the controller so you could slam your thumb down on the ‘yes’ button. “Stupid Netflix.” You grumbled as you tossed the remote away again, your tv lighting up with the opening sequence of another episode. You hummed along to the theme song of your show as you shoved another spoonful of ice cream in your mouth. You were halfway through that bite when the lock on your dorm door twisted. You glared at the light from the hallway as the door opened and crinkled your nose at the intruder.

“Are ya just mopin’ in the dark?” Osamu knocked his knuckles against your legs, pushing them off the couch as he sat where they just were. You huffed in response, not giving him a response. “Yer cryin’.” He thumbed the drying wet spots on your cheek and you grumbled as you spooned another bite.

“M’not.”

“Ya were.” He countered. “Still haven’t talked t’him?”

“It’s the longest we’ve ever gone, Miysam.” You mumbled, knees pulling closer to yourself as you stared off at the TV.

“I know.” He ruffles your hair lightly, affectionately, as he tries to get you to open up. “One of ya s’gonna have t’talk to the other.”

“Doesn’t have t’be me though.” You shut down his gentle prying in one swift comment. You’ve been doing it for days. Moping over it but not letting him help. He sighs as he takes in the shadow of your form created by the flicker of the TV glow. He knows it’s killing his brother as much as it kills you, this lack of communication between the two of you isn’t something any of you ever remember having to deal with and it was tearing all of you apart.

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[guysgetbigger]

Owen the Farmhand: Chapter 1

Chapter 1: The First Day on the Farm

The old farmhouse stood tall against the endless stretch of fields, its weathered planks and creaking roof whispering secrets of years long past. It was here that I, Owen, a slender 17-year-old boy of mere 5'6" and a hundred pounds, had come to work. The farmer, Mr. Thompson, towered over me at 6'0" and a strong, hefty 220 pounds. His size suited his role as the man in charge on the farm.

On my first day, Mr. Thompson couldn't help but jest at my small stature. "You're a bit on the scrawny side, aren't ya?" he chortled, his deep voice resonating across the yard. His son, Rick, 5'10" and 180 pounds, joined in the mockery. It was clear I was going to be the target of their jabs.

With every task, every moment of standing in crowded corridors with these larger folks, I felt increasingly out of place amidst the brawny laborers. My insecurities gnawed at me, but I was determined to prove myself. With each duty, I put my heart into it, hoping that one day I might be considered more than just the "small kid" on the farm.

The Thompsons fed me breakfast, lunch and dinner every day in their cozy kitchen. Mrs. Thompson, a kind and soft-spoken woman, prepared the meals with love and care. She was a keenly observant woman, well aware of the teasing I endured, and her empathy showed in the small, reassuring smiles she offered me.

Noticing how small I was and how much smaller I felt, Mrs. Thompson began sneaking something special into my meals. The flavor was subtle, a touch of something earthy and sweet that I couldn't quite place, and I didn't realize until much later that she was only sprinkling it into my plates. It wasn't just a unique flavor: the real magic lay in its effects. It made me hungrier, and with a few extra bites of Mrs. Thompson's cooking I could feel my body changing, gradually and imperceptibly feeling stronger and sturdier with every meal.

In the privacy of my room each night, I'd scrutinize my reflection in the dim candlelight. Every day, I seemed to gain a pound or two. My clothes became a bit snug, my muscles just a little more defined. I marveled at the subtle growth, feeling a swell of excitement and pride. I was becoming more than just the "small kid." My smooth skin was starting to gain some body hair, and I was gaining a nice shape to my pecs. I was finally starting to look like a man!

As the weeks passed, I started to notice new little milestones as Mrs Thompson tailored larger fits for me and I found myself not feeling quite as small around the others. The farmer and his son remained oblivious, too preoccupied with their own duties and preconceived ideas of how small I was to them. But I reveled in the small triumphs, feeling my insecurities melt away with every new pound I gained.

Not only was I adding pounds to my frame, I was also growing slightly taller every few days! This was thrilling to me, as I'd been waiting since middle school for a growth spurt to kick in. Whatever was happening to me, I was delighted and here for it.

One sunny morning, I stood next to Mr. Thompson while we inspected the crops. His broad shoulders loomed over me, but I couldn't help but notice that the gap between our heights had lessened. It was subtle, and I don't think he noticed, but it was progress. I held my head a little higher that day.

Rick, too, couldn't resist a sly grin when he saw me lifting a bale of hay with more ease than before. "Looks like the little man is finally becoming useful," he teased. I wondered if he noticed I wasn't so little any more. Our four inch gap had lessened, as I was probably standing at 5'8" now.

Unbeknownst to them, and with the silent support of Mrs. Thompson, I was slowly growing into my own. The transformation was quiet, almost unnoticeable, but it was happening. And with each subtle change, I took another step toward proving that I was a bigger than they realized.

[bdsmrist]

i know the game goes in detail about joyce’s pearly white teeth, but what about the other character’s teeth?

harry’s teeth would be surprisingly straight, but yellowed from the years of substance abuse. probably has worn down gums, too. still, i think it adds to his character. its like he has a golden smile, in a way. and funnily enough, altho hes been aware of his teeth’s condition throughout the years, that’s never stopped him from smiling. not just because of “the expression” necessarily, but because he loves giving that to ppl. loves letting them know his happiness is directed at them

kim’s teeth would be crowded. especially the bottom row. its unlikely he could afford dental care in his youth with being in the foster care system and all. and he’s probably a little insecure about it. but the few times he flashes you a smile, you can see the how one if his canines pushes the incisor in, and its the most charming thing ever; how his sharp tooth pokes out to say hello. god, i bet he has the warmest smile ever, even warmer than harry’s. it comes sparingly, and he avoids doing it, but when he does, its like god’s gift to you

jean’s teeth seem pretty normal at first glance. u dont get to see em much; he doesnt rly smile that often. nothin to smile abt in this world. however, when he *does* smile, u notice one of his premolars are missing (harry probably noticed it pretty quickly) but if u were to ask him how and why that is, its probably the most anticlimactic thing ever. not “i got my teeth knocked out on a mission once” but rather “i ate shit once middle school and thats that”

im pretty sure it’s canon that ruby has a gap tooth, which is hot and does get her bitches. but i think she just has small teeth in general, with the exception of her two front teeth. like the kind that in retrospect kinda look like shark teeth. its so cool. and also shes a side-smiler, a smirker, if you will. too powerful for this world.

idk man, i feel like teeth are often times an indicator of peoples socio-economical background that isnt talked about enough (hence, joyce’s teeth being something harry notes first hand). but i dont think we’re meant to have “perfect” teeth. teeth have stories, and hold records of our lives. and with how nuanced every single character of the disco-verse is, i dont doubt everyones smile says something unique about them.

[strawbrygashez]

Caldre YURI hcs!!!

These r some hcs for yuri/girl versions of cal & andre,,. I’ll call Andre, Avery and Cal, Callie :)

I’ll start of with some gereral hcs of them both

Avery

•This girl is the perfect example of the tall, awkward, and autistic lesbian trope.

•She dresses basically the same as Andre does. She never really does anything fancy with her hair besides a quick pony tail or letting Callie braid it. She doesn’t wear makeup either because she doesn’t care for it on herself and she just thinks it takes too long. Her mom bugs the crap out of her sometimes asking her to try wearing more ‘feminine’ clothing. Like her mom will buy her a sundress or something even tho she should know that Avery is just gonna toss it somewhere in her closet to never be seen again or give it away to Callie.

•Speaking of makeup, I feel like Avery would have acne like Andre. And she gets picked on for it but as I said, she still doesn’t try makeup to cover it up. Especially probably because her skin is already sensitive enough as it is. So she just rolls with it. (Not saying the bullying doesn’t get to her tho)

•She has soooo many band posters around her room of female bands/singers like Hole, Kittie, Garbage, Otep, No Doubt, Evanescence, Jack Off Jill,& L7 for example.

•Doesn’t deny that she’s gay to herself as much as Andre does. Shes known she’s hated guys for as long as she can remember. She thinks they are just loud, dumb, annoying, and gross. She tried going out with a guy once in like middle school, and it only lasted about half a month. She was too uncomfortable with him & doing things like holding hands.

•has a ‘resting bitch face’ all the time. The only time she doesn’t look ready to rip someone’s head off is when Callie is talking to her.

•She’d be a riot grrrl. If you’ve seen the documentary ‘Dirty Girls’ she reminds me a lot of it.

Even tho I think she’s a total feminist, she’s kinda contradicts herself often. Like when she argues with Callie, she’ll tell her to go fuck off and join the braindead, blonde sluts on the cheerleading team :/ And she just makes fun of popular girls in general, even the ones who are nice because she’s insecure about herself. If a pretty popular girl who’s never said anything mean to her started to talk to her, she’d be blushing and anxious tho.. she’s just a big ol’ mess.

•Steals magazines that are like full of chicks in swim suits. She hides them under her bed. Her mom accidentally found one once and later that night, Avery took all of the ones she owned and burnt them all in a small fire outside💀 she restarted her collection tho at some point when the embarrassment died down.

•Even tho her mom goes on and jokes about her finding a nice boyfriend, it’s pretty obvious to everyone she’s a lesbian. Her room doesn’t help, the magazine she had, the way she never seems interested in male celebrities and actors, the way she ignores guys, it just all adds up.

Callie

•Avery calls her Barbie because of the blonde hair and thin body. But she also goes by Cal :)

•You can really tell how artsy she is by the way she dresses. I guess the best way to describe it is like grunge fairy core. Lots of lacy things, light greens and browns, flowy skirts, lots of jewelry, and etc. She also draws on her hands a lot in permanent marker. She’ll draw ‘tattoos’ on Avery too if she asks.

•I feel like female Cal would be pretty popular? But not like, popular popular. Just like loser/weird girl popular because she’s so pretty. Like I’m sure annoying guys try to get with her but she always comes across not interested at all. She’s happy with just Avery and Rachel.

•Just like canon Cal, everyone thinks she’s super innocent and can’t do any wrong because of the way she looks. But she’s just like canon Cal. Manic episodes, depression, and all. She hides it even better than canon Cal does because yknow, no one expects such an innocent, sweet looking girl to hold the kinda thoughts she does at all.

• Cuts and has body issues.

•Loves when Avery lets her give her makeovers. Not because she thinks she needs it at all, and she will tell her that, but because she just likes putting together outfits and looks! She paints her nails sometimes too so they match :)

•I think if she wasn’t so depressed to where she saw no future for herself, she’d maybe look into a job that has to do with fashion or writing. Something artsy.

YURI CALDRE TIME :)

•They both find each other so beautiful and interesting. Callie feels so safe and truly seen with Avery and Avery is so greatful for Callie because she was so lonely before.

•Initially, I think Avery was a bit intimated by Callie though because all she knew was she was really pretty and blonde so she was like ‘ugh. Another cheerleader 🙄’ in her mind but when Callie actually spoke to her, and Avery found out she’s really cool and they relate a lot, she kinda fell head over heels quickly.

•They both HATE Brad because he makes jokes about how they should kiss in front of him because it would be hot 😐 Or how Callie or Avery should stop hanging out with each other and hang out with him instead. Hes a total douchebag.

•Callie honestly has no doubt Avery is into girls because of multiple reasons but she won’t say anything really about it. When she does want to drop hints that she’s into chicks too, she’ll say stuff about how a girl lead singer is hot. Avery is kinda clueless tho so she’ll just be like “oh haha. Yeah I guess anyone would find that singer hot” to herself. Smh. They’ll even joke argue one time about who would get to be Courtney Loves groupie if she said only one of them could be and it will just go over Averies head.

•Callie has caught Avery looking at her putting on lipstick a bit too intensely once or twice. She thinks it’s cute :) I think once maybe she’s even kissed her cheek so it would leave a kiss mark. Avery of course got all red and said it was gross and how she had to go wash it off now and blah blah blah but probably had to actually fight for her hand to move to wash it off in the sink later.. cuz she saw herself in the mirror and went 😳

•They also joke around by pretending to be guys who are flirting with them with each other. Like Callie will put her arm around Avery in the car while they are parked somewhere and will try to copy Brads voice and say “Hey baby. It’s just me and you now. Am I gonna get lucky tonight?” They both find it amusing to laugh over guys.

•Avery uses cheap shots when they are play fighting. She punches Callie in the b00b because she’s flat anyways. Callie threatens to use her long nails to scratch out Averie’s eyeballs.

•Avery sent Callie the music video to All the things she said by TATU once but thought Callie didn’t get the point of sending it.. because Callie didn’t say anything about how it was gay 😔 she just said it was a nice song.

Also Avery cries to that song a lot.

•They would have been less pathetic than Cal & Andre and would have actually fr kissed before they did what they did.

•Callie loves listening to Avery rant. Especially about how she hates everyone and how unfair life is lol.

•Callie steals Averie’s band shirts. It first started at a sleepover where Callie’s shirt got ruined so Avery offered her a Kittie one. Once Avery saw her and how she looks exactly like a girlfriend a rockstar guy would have, she knew she was even more done for.

•I think if Callie thought Avery had a specific type, based off the pictures she has up on her wall of women and whatnot, she’d lowkey try to make herself look a little more like that type. Like if she thought Avery likes gothy looking makeup and clothes, she’d try more looks like that. She wouldn’t totally change her style but she’d play around with stuff that she thinks Avery would like.

•If they got together, I think Avery would open up more about how she feels ugly or uncomfortable with how she looks. It breaks Callie’s heart even though she could already tell Avery was not very confident in herself sometimes. she’ll go on about how Avery is absolutely gorgeous to her and she’d share how she has her own body issues too and Avery would be like “??? What? What the fuck? You’re literally perfect. What are you talking about.” And Callie would tell her she feels exactly the same when she hears Avery say that kinda stuff about herself.

•Avery definitely thinks Rachel is out to steal Callie from her. She knows Callie could easily fit in with the ‘normal’ crowd if she wanted with Rachel so she’s always worried she’ll get persuaded into leaving Avery behind. It takes a good amount of deep conversations before Avery can calm down about it and believe Callie won’t leave her.

[chiiyuuvv]

hii!! I would like to request the reaction of xikers to the fact that you had a nightmare or something like that, thank you in advance ♡

XIKERS WHEN YOU HAVE A NIGHTMARE °

• PAIRING — bf!xikers x gn reader (uses she in i think seeun???)

• GENRE — you have an nightmare, sleepy xikers, comfort, fluff, my attempt of humor, i think thats it

• WORD COUNT — 663

• AUTHOR'S NOTE — finally have motivation to write!! Just one more request then ill write a few imagines i had in mind, then requests will open with a special surprise! Stay in tuned ♡

MASTERLIST! – JOIN THE TAGLIST!

MINJAE ☆

Minjae was tired for sure, but he'd sacrifice his sleep for you

Fishes through his bookcase to find a small children's book to read to you

He'd wrap his arm around your waist and make you lay your head on his chest as you sniffle

Uses different voices for the characters (the girls would get a really high pitch while the boys are super deep) to make you laugh

Kisses your forehead when you fall asleep ♡

JUNMIN ☆

"What.. whats wrong, honey?"

Wants to comfort you but is so sleepy

So he pulls you into a sleepy hug, a lazy kiss on the forehead

Rubs your back and ruffles your hair a little

And then you'd fall back asleep a few moments later ♡

SUMIN ☆

"A what now..?!" Sumin would get scared with you

Goes to turn on all the lights in the house then proceeds to hug you tightly

"If anyone comes for us, ill scream loudly and you jump out of the window."

But nothing happens as you two fall alseep in each others arms

Wakes up to find you on the floor but youre still hugging, so sumin doesnt mind ♡

JINSIK ☆

It broke his heart when he found out that you were crying because this dark entry took your best friend and made her act like a middle school boy going through puberty

And jinsik didnt have anything else to do so he decided to pet your hair in order to comfort you

That didnt work so he thought of another idea

Ticking you!!

His heart melts when he hears your cute laughter but also hurts when you slap his arm too hard ♡

HYUNWOO ☆

Would install a nightlight in front of your bed

"See nothings wrong!" He would reassure you constantly

And if you feel insecure about using a nightlight, he would reassure you of that too

"Lots of people use nightlights, thats why there are so many of them."

Spends the night online shopping for different color lights and designs ♡

JUNGHOON ☆

Junghoon already had a difficult time falling asleep so when he saw you wake up he was at ease

"How are you doing?" He would hold your hand, rubbing your knuckles

Tries to talk it out with you, but just gives up and gives you a big hug

"I'm here." He would whisper in your ear

Lets you rant and if not, he'd find something else to talk about ♡

SEEUN ☆

You'd probably more annoyed than scared when you tell seeun

His very first time using logic in something

"Why would the person chase you anyways, its not like you're smart or anything."

"And even at that, no one is touching my girl. She may be dumb but i am in love with her."

You smile at the compliment but that soon turns to a frown when you hear the rest ♡

YUJUN ☆

Because he was half asleep, his voice was extra deep and raspy

"I'll.. I'll sing you a song.." he would mumble

Sings you a lullaby, lulling you to sleep

He would place a short kiss on your lips when you fall back to sleep

And would have a small smile on his face, as he drifts back to sleep ♡

HUNTER ☆

"Shh, its okay.." he'd try to console you but just like junmin, hes tired as hell

Climbs on top of your body carefully to grab your face and place sleepy kisses all over it

Kisses away your tears

Would give you the most slowest, softest kiss that would give him the most lovesick smile, blushing terribly

But would become the big spoon and rub you to sleep ♡

YECHAN ☆

Just like sumin, he was pretty scared when you told your dream

But he took a different approach

He would make sure all the doors were closed, then get all the blankets and pillows on the floor, including you

"What are you doing?" "A pillow fort!!" With a ':D' smile

And then you spend the rest of your time cuddling ♡

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Just saw this thing from another fandom I follow thought it might be interesting for SDV 👀

Bachelors/Bachelorette (up to you which one and how many!) pining, courting or flirting? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

*not sure SDV comes from what era lol but maybe they have their own modern courting???*

Let's go crazy and do all bachelors/bachelorettes, shall we, dear anon? ;)

SDV bachelors:

Step aside everyone, a professional in his field enters the stage! After all, Alex is not only a (not yet recognized) master of sports, but also a master of flirting. It's enough for him to flex his biceps, shower with compliments and courtship - and all the girls (and not only) will be his! Although despite all this pathos, he is very careful in choosing a partner, because he is still a gentle and kind guy and wants a serious relationship.

Ordering a pizza at the Saloon for two, a skateboard trick show, gift chocolates or other small treats - Sam does a pretty good job of courting. He is too cheerful to pinning, and with flirting he, unfortunately, weaves in the middle of a sentence and something incomprehensible and funny comes out. On the other hand, bad flirting can make a partner laugh, and they will open their heart to the young prankster, so you could say that Sam can sometimes flirt well (although not aware of it).

Pinning for Sebastian. It's... quite difficult for him to express his own emotions, and sometimes he doesn't consider himself capable of such a thing. Sometimes you can notice his sad look if a person passes by who is not indifferent to him. Here, either the Farmer must be the first to confess their feelings to him, or Sam and Abby help their emo friend.

Hell, that's pretty hard to tell with Elliott, because I think he can be both courting and flirting. Just look at this red-haired gallant man - he seems to have come out of a book about a love story! A hopeless romantic who, despite his impressive ability to make the perfect compliment, can blush himself if you flirt back with him.

Oh my poor chicken man, sitting somewhere in the corner and pinning. No, I can say for sure that Shane can confidently flirt and court. But it seems to me that this will only happen if he is already dating the Farmer. His therapy is going slowly but surely, but for now, low self-esteem and the idea that "there will still be someone better than him" does not allow him to discover his hidden potential to be a romantic.

How to flirt? Date, flowers? Is there a guide for beginners? Harvey can cure your cold or diarrhea, but he's not very good at flirting. Although the courting is quite tolerable and even romantic, but only if the poor doctor stops being nervous and afraid that something will go wrong with the courtship.

SDV bachelorettes:

I think it's pretty obvious that Penny is pinning. She is a very shy and modest girl who won't take the first step in admitting her feelings for anyone. Dreamy, in love, but at the same time insecure and fearful. One thought of rejection or an awkward situation (or worse, a misunderstanding that could turn into a loss of friendship) drives a young teacher into depression.

Haley, due to her popularity, learned about flirting everything. All her fans gave her gifts and followed her, making the slightly spoiled girl the center of all attention. Of course, this was still in school, but something Haley had left from the arsenal to bestow a compliment on someone who is dear to her heart. And if in earlier years Haley did it for the sake of attention out of self-interest, now the compliment from the girl is sincere.

Courting AND flirting because Abigail is capable of so much. So much energy boils in the girl that she will often call the Farmer to hang out in the mines, in search of adventure. Nothing extreme, of course, but Abby will often flirt, compliment them while fighting monsters, and also give them gifts in the form of a found beautiful gem.

Surprisingly, Emily is very adept at courting someone. And every time she has new and unusual ideas in courtship - she is a bright and colorful person, which means courtship will be the same.

Leah is a very confident woman, and she is quite adept at flirting. The artist does not hesitate to give a couple of pleasant compliments to the interlocutor of interest, but don't think that she is frivolous in this. If Leah praises someone, it means there is something for it, and this person is really dear to her.

With Maru, I'm a little undecided. It seems to me that she is not very capable of flirting and courtship. But at the same time, pinning also doesn't fit her character. Young and energetic - she just doesn't have time to yearn for the Farmer. And yet, when the ideas for new inventions ran out and a small creative crisis began, Maru sometimes begins to have bouts of melancholy, smoothly turning into daydreaming about a possible partner.