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whousestypewriters · 3 months

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its you and me, baby - j.l x reader

pairing: joey lynch x fem!reader [established relationship]

requested: yes / no

warnings: swearing and sadish/insecure thoughts?

a/n: dw guys im still feeding you even tho im not online (this has been ling over due as well sorry to the two anons who requested this for taking so long!!) also i rlly dont like that i kinda not really sorta made aoife a problem in this bc joeyaoife forever!!!

taglist: @lxvebelle, @ecliphttlunar,

you like to think you're not insecure.

really.

but sometimes those small moments of doubt creep in and you find yourself questioning yourself more.

like right now as you watch your boyfriend talk to a very pretty girl at the bar. the same girl he'd been talking to for the last fifteen minutes. aoife molloy. she went to school with you and joey. you never really talked much to her but always got the vibe that she was a perfect shining star, that everyone loved.

example number one; your boyfriends smile right now.

he's smiling brightly at aoife, chatting away while he gets drinks for the both of you, laughing at whatever things she says. the feeling starts to build in your gut, one you desperately try to shove down because its the worst feeling ever.

and you see them too. the slight touches from aoife on joey's arm. fucking hell you're going to need several drinks if this is how tonight is going to go.

aoife's loud laugh breaks through your thoughts and draws your attention - not that you weren't already looking at them - back to her. joey's eyes are alight and you feel a ping of sadness and two ugly emotions you definitely don't like; insecurity and jealousy.

why didn't joe's eyes light up that bright when you two were together? why did he laugh as loud? was it you? were you just not funny enough? or was it something else? that one thing deep, deep down you were always afraid of. that you weren't good enough for him. and that he had found someone better.

"stupid shit thoughts," you grumble to yourself. "shut up, shut up, shut up."

pushing away all thoughts, you decide on getting your mopey ass a drink instead cause clearly someone else can't do that. standing up you make your way over to the bar and just to be petty you slip in next to joey and aoife and call out to the bartender ordering your drink.

joey hears your voice and his head instantly snaps around to you. "y/n, hey baby i was just getting us some drinks," he says with a small grin.

"yeah it seems so," you roll your eyes picking up your drink and heading back to your table. joey seemingly knowing that you're pissed says a quick goodbye to aoife and follows you over with two more drinks.

he sits down across from you and tries to make eye contact. "are you okay?"

you answer with a short nod and a sharp, "yes."

jealousy isn't a good emotion. its such an awful feeling, and you do not like it. so when joe asks, "you sure, baby?"

you kinda snap. "i said yes. i'm fine okay?"

he lets it go for now but you feel his eyes on you through out the rest of the - admittedly short - time you spent out together. you know he knows something is bothering you.

yeah, somthing was bothering you, someone called aoife molloy who's the prettiest person ever and who had joey lynch laughing his ass off for at least twenty minutes before you interrupted.

now you liked aoife, she was a sweet girl, but seeing the way she was with joey tonight really made you wanna bitch slap her. that was your boyfriend not hers.

the ride home you were quiet and you tried to bury the jealousy and insecurity bubbling beneath the surface you really did. but those dumb little thoughts kept weaselling their way into your head creating more doubt.

after you had both gone inside - still not talking - joey had had a shower and started to relax getting ready for bed while you had your own.

the hot - ok more like burning - water did nothing to ease the awful feeling in your gut. it was aoife molloy most guys your age would kill to go out with her. and she had chosen to talk to your boyfriend - who you aren't kidding yourself he's absolutely gorgeous. you've heard girls whispering about him more that a few times - you're not-single-very-taken-boyfriend.

ugh.

so when you come out of the shower and still didn't talk to joey thats when he snapped.

"alright thats it." he shoots his arms out wrapping them around your waist and throwing you on your back on the bed. he leans over you one arm on each side of your head caging you in. "what is wrong, and don't you dare say nothing because i swear to god i will kill you-in-a-non-threatening-way-because-i-love-you," he rushes the last part out.

"nothi-"

"y/n."

"fine," you sigh. "it... bothered me tonight, when you were talking with aoife."

"and..." joey eggs you on.

we're you really about to say this? "and i got jealous and insecure and i wasn't happy about it."

"why were you jealous?"

"because of her!" you cry. "its aoife fucking molloy, she's gorgeous, she's every guys dream girl and she was flirting with my boyfriend! and my boyfriend was smiling right back at her and yes it made me jealous because my boyfriend never smiles at me like that. he never laughs as loud when he's with me so yes. i. was. jealous."

joey's face stays still for a moment before he breaks into the biggest laugh. "oh, my god, y/n!" he chuckles loudly. "you have absolutely nothing to be worried about there. you wanna know what we were talking about the entire time? you." he leans down and presses a kiss on your forehead. "we were talking about you." he presses another kiss to your cheek, "aoife had brought up how grumpy you looked and we got caught up talking about you." he presses a kiss to the other cheek.

"me?"

"yes you, my grumpy little bug." he presses a soft kiss on your lips.

"there is no-one else, you got that? i adore you. i cannot stand the thought i being with anyone else. it physically pains me. i love you more than i'm actually sure is possible." he presses another kiss to your lips.

"its you and me baby. you and me."

a smile overcomes your lips and you pull joeys face down to kiss him yourself. "i love you," you whisper. "so much."

you both pull yourselves up under the bedcovers and fall asleep to the soft kisses and squeezes you exchange.

ok so maybe you are a little insecure but none of it matters as long as the boy who has his arms wrapped around you was with you.

a/n pt2: ok so i dont really know what happened with the ending so i lowkey js gave up on it. i hope you enjoy!!

#joey lynch #joey lynch x reader #joey lynch x you #joey lynch x fem!reader #joey lynch x y/n #joey lynch x fem!y/n #the boys of tommen #saving 6 #redeeming 6 #ems writes ᯓ★

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ideasarestuckinmyhead · 3 months

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Hey red sorry if this im being annoying and you dont have to answer if you dont wanna but bc this just happened to me how would the yuurivoice boys react to someone knocking on listeners/their window at like midnight TY<33

Who the FUCK is that???

Dw your not bothering me! I like silly requests like this tbh. Also I feel like this is leaning towards more horror things.

Lowkey my worst fears of someone knocking on my window. Personally I keep a knife in my room.

Alphonse

"Wha....who the fuck just knocked on the window? Boo stay here real quick." He's grabbing a weapon and looking out the window. Alphonse is like 6 ft something right? Him half asleep but adrenaline rushing through him making his face into he nastiest glares he's ever done. Also 100% down to fight someone if they think they can pull this shit. Boo grabs a gun they keep in the bedroom just in case.

Seth

"Huh? What....someone knocked on the...what?!" Shot right up off the bed and ripped the curtains open ready to grab someone. He didn't hear bc he's a heavy sleeper and Scout waking him up all scared already kicked his ass into motion. He's standing there in boxers ripping the window open to see who tf knocked ok the window. Scout keeps a hammer in the bedroom for self defense if something happens.

Chalrie

"Cas...Cas someone's at the door...wait why did that sound so close-" Woke straight up after realizing that it was midnight. He's not able to really fight but Casper keeps a bat and switch blade in the bedroom. He grabs the bat while they get the switch blade, he's peeking out the window. Making sure not to stand too close to Casper incase they have to shank someone.

Finn

"Sunflowerr....make the noise stoopp....what time even is it?? Sunflower what's wrong?" When Finn first wakes up he's fully discombobulated. He doesn't even have his glasses on so everything blurry and he's still sleepy. Sunflower is the one to tell him to wake himself up bc someone knocked on the window. Since there's not a weapon in the bedroom Sunflower grabs a pot that Finn fixed for one of his plants.

Faust

"To whoever is interrupted my beauty sleep you better be bullet proof..." Since he def dealt with a stalker before he has weapons in the bed room. Such as a small hang gun, he's also ready to kick someone's ass in hand to hand. Since he probably either lives in a apartment or one of the penthouses Auron owns he's confused om how someone is knocking on the window. Star I'd def having war flashbacks rn.

Auron

"Rook...Rook wake up. Don't be alarmed but there might be someone outside stay here." Hc that he's a semi light sleeper, like he can hear everything in the penthouse so if something is out of the ordinary he wakes up. Is not afaird to kill someone if he thinks their a threat, but I also wondering how their knocking on the windows. Might think it's a bird but grabs his brass knuckles just in case. He makes Rook take a gun and lock his bedroom door staying by the bed to Mae distance between the person and them.

Lucien

"Hhmm? Angel go to beeddd....what do you mean you hear someone knocking on the window?? Oh this person better leave before I grab them." A deep sleeper that took a minute to wake up bc Angel has to tell him someone knocked on the window. He didn't think of anything at first but when he was about to look he asked how tf are they knocking on the window this is an apartment complex?? He rips the curtain open ready to snatch whoever dare scare his Angel. Said person has a kitchen knife in the bedroom just in case.

Jack

"...Buddy...where you up it's mid-....what. Shit okay hold on, let me get up." Was half asleep but now is fully awake of everything in the dorm. Depending on what floor he lives on he's trying to figure out if it's some random student playing a prank or a creepy person. He grabs a golf club a roommate has as a weapon, he prays he doesn't break it and goes to the window. Buddy is behind him with a lamp, it's a fish one Jack took to college with him.

#red rants #yuurivoice #red answers #red writes #yuurivoice auron #yuurivoice alphonse #yuurivoice seth #yuurivoice faust #yuurivoice charlie #yuurivocie finn #yuurivoice lucien #yuurivoice jack #saw this and was like yeah let me write this around 11 its 12 now #im going to bed night ya'll

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ghostsvacuumcleaner · 1 year

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Hello! i was wondering if you could write me a req bc i saw your reqs r open (bc I ✨respectfully✨ suck booty at writing)

basically, reader made friends with Ghost while working together on deployment, and became friends, they hang out sometimes bc they live kinda close, blah blah blah. then, Ghost doesn't hear from reader in months (which isn't normal, bc they text like once a month, just to make sure one another is okay when they can). then, one day, in the middle of a meeting Ghost gets a call from an unfamiliar number and almost ignores it until he sees that the area code is the one reader lives in, so he decides to answer it. boom, guess what? the reader is in the hospital, sustained r/srs injuries, and is in need of emergency surgery, and the reader made Ghost the emergency contact (lets also say they traded dog tags bc fluff?)

homie gets all sad bc Reader might die and is in a mini coma, blah blah blah, realized he r in love w the reader, and uh

you can decide whether or not the reader dies and what happens next

i fr scream YIPEEE when i saw your req open, i adore your writing, like top tear, makes me cry but laugh and scream bc how are you so good?! srs, im so jelly of your writing! okay anyways, hope you have a lovely day, you dont have to do this is you dont want or if im jus a silly fucker and mis read and your reqs r closed or sum

Hellloooo! Thank you SO MUCH for the beautiful compliments and for this request <3 I loved it so much I started writing the day you sent it to me. But since it's very emotionally charged, it took me a little while to finish and I'm sorry bout that, and I rly hope you're still around and eager to read it!!! Well, there it is, my take on ur req, hope you like it.

Take me back (to the night we met) | Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!reader

✦Word count: 2.1k ✦ Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley xf!reader ✦Summary: Simon gets a call from the hospital saying that you are hospitalized, in a coma and in great life risk. ✦ TW and general warnings: sensitive topics, lots of angst, fluff though, death implications, open ending, sad af read at ur own risks cuz i'm crying in my room rn;

I had all and then most of you Some and now none of you Take me back to the night we met

“Johnny and I make our entrances fast. I clear the way, he goes front, three of you get in by the back and we surround the site to get enough space for the hostages to come out. Any questions?” Ghost asks sternly, as is the usual of his tone especially coming down to work. He was being brutally professional at the moment - if there was rather a sign of an existing Simon, it was gone the moment he got inside the briefing room. Silence follows for the next seconds while the crew seems to be pondering over what he said, analyzing the map over the big round table sticking to the center of the room.

As it is expected, no questions. He nods with his head assuming by the silence that they’re all understood.

“Our orders are to neutralize any individual we find on the site whose face doesn’t match with our hostages, which means we do it fast before they get the chance to call for reinforcements. We don’t wanna make a mess out of this.” Price then continues his own talking, marking X’s over the tactic map and giving the next orders to every one of them. It is when Gaz opens his mouth to say something, that Simon’s phone rings for the third time in a row. He curses mentally - he muted his phone the first time; now, it was vibrating in his pocket. Awkwardly, the vibration itself is heard by everyone in the room and they turn their eyes on him almost instantly.

“Hell.” He curses out in a low voice before shaking his head. “My apologies, Captain.” His voice tries its best not to come out too annoyed, but he fails and it does; despite the timing being inconvenient, no one seems to be bothered. Johnny furrows his brows in concern, and looks over at Price, who seems to have the same, perhaps even more intense, look on his face.

Ghost mentions to pull out and turn off his phone once again, but Price is quick to intervene.

“Riley.” He crosses his arms over his chest. “Third time in a row; seems like somethin’ serious, get out and pick up.” He states comprehensively.

Despite being slightly reluctant, Ghost agrees - it must be something serious. What, he couldn't come to imagine - but if for a moment in his life he had something close to a hunch, it was now, and it said he should take that call.

“Alright, one minute. Move on without me.” He nods and leaves the room, phone in hand and a worried sigh leaving his nostrils. When the door closes behind him and he walks a bit further down the hallway, he picks up.

“Yes?”

“Is this Lieutenant Simon Riley?” A feminine voice asks from the other side. Sounds in the background, beeps and small, muffled voices.

“Affirmative, who’s this?” He frowns.

“This is from the Special Forces Manchester Hospital, are you familiar with the name- hmm…” She seems to be taking a couple seconds to read, and continues saying your name.

He freezes in place.

How long has it been since he last heard this name? How long has it been since you vanished like thin air, disappeared, stopped calling or answering? Busy. That’s what he thought. Busy with work, busy with anything. The two of you had always been two busy people, in a desperate need for time.

For a moment, in those torturous seconds of silence, Simon found himself praying to a God he wasn't even sure he believed in, that this nurse wouldn't tell him you’re dead.

“Yes.” It’s all he manages to say, with his eyes running down to the ground in a dead stare. Dead eyes. He gulps, after the despair in his chest makes him speak once again, “Why?”

“Well- sir, you’re her emergency number, we’re calling because we couldn’t manage any family members… She’s in a coma. She was severely injured in combat, and [...]”

His heart stops, like it never did before. He doesn't react, his eyes look around as if he's searching for something - as if searching for his own reaction hidden somewhere within that empty hallway. The weight of your dog tag around his neck seems to be suffocating him now.

To his silence, the woman continues.

“[...] it’s… currently sort of impossible to predict her state within the next few days, she’s fighting but struggling lots; can you come over?”

“Yes.” He sharply replies, immediately. His eyes are still on the ground as he closes his eyes, and nods. “I’ll be on my way, yes.”

“Good.” She replies, and he turns off.

For a moment, he stops to breathe; Ghost wipes his hand over his mouth in a somewhat guilty expression, he should have reached for you. He should have reached you the instant he missed you, your calls.

“Hell…” He shuts his eyes for a moment, his heart stings like he’s poisoned, it hurts - some sort of pain he swears to god, he probably never felt before. Not when he lost his training dog, nor when he lost friends before - maybe because there were always a lingering possibility between the two of you. It was nothing but a friendship, never had been - but every word, every phrase was full of underlines of sentiment, an immense desire to reveal his interior and spit out the fears he refused to speak about to anyone else.

It's the possibility that kills him now. Even after all this time, not for a second did you cease to exist in his troubled and saddened mind. Suppressed by all the worries and feelings he thought were more important than you.

Not for a moment did he stop thinking about that pleasant end to his career, the retirement he knew he deserved, a house at least isolated from the rest of the world with trees and streams, the snow falling when winter comes and the sun scorching the land. land when summer finally arrived. You, on the front porch.

You. You.

When the night was full of terrors And your eyes were filled with tears When you had not touched me yet Oh, take me back to the night we met

You were leaning back on the sofa, your legs stretched out by the small table that marked the space between you and the balcony railing of his apartment.

The rain fell calmly, some thunder, but few drops. The sound of them falling against the roofs of the houses below the level where you were was echoing in your ears, and he seemed busy drawing patterns among the heavy clouds that covered the sky.

He gave up trying to find any stars in that rainy sky and found comfort in finding your eyes instead. They were already watching him, almost expecting him to say something, even though the silence between two of you usually speaks volumes more than words itself; you’ve never been good with them, much less him.

Simon looked down at your dog tag, lying brightly on your bust exposed by the tank top you wore.

“What do you want to do after retiring?” He asked, his voice calm, his eyes almost closed. He took your necklace between his fingers calmly, and watched your shiny name exposed on the icy metal.

“Gotta be honest with you, can’t see myself retiring.” You replied, with your usual brutal honesty - something he particularly always liked so much about you. “What about you?”

You don’t mind him, you allow.

“Don’t know.” He was, too, brutally honest. “Seek fuckin’ forgiveness for my sins before I die and end up in hell, I suppose.”

You laughed.

“Oh, fuck. Gonna die trying to find that, mate.” You admit, raising your eyebrows in another big sip of your beer. “We’re all going to hell… At least we’ll all party there together.” You sounded fun, and your eyes turned into little lines with the genuine smile you let out when noticed that he too laughed at your joke.

“We’re partyin’? Tell me Johnny isn’t going…”

“He’s my first guest.” You laugh harder.

“Thought that’d be me.”

“You hate parties.” You raised your eyebrows.

“I don’t hate you.”

You silently smiled and looked away.

“Fair enough.”

When it came to the two of you, there was nothing but connotation.

You could spend hours in that apartment alone with him - and you did. Did plenty of times, and yet, among subtle touches and heartfelt conversations, the end would be the same. Not in his bed, not in yours: by the door, with a rueful look and smile on your face.

With a held back hug you never gave, a held back kiss you never allowed and an uncertain goodbye before departing on a mission that could take your or his life.

There was a phone call, once.

He called you late in the night. He was drunk. Too drunk.

“I’m scared.” His voice was low, fluttering, like those cold days he’d be waiting for his dad’s arrival in his bed, under the covers, terrified and alone. “I’m scared. Can- can I see you? Can I come over, please?”

As you hugged him on the couch in your own apartment now - that huge, strong, self-sufficient man collapsing in your lap like a baby in need of comfort, your heart was never right about anything like it was right about loving him. In that moment you knew it, you were fucking lost, taken, desperately in love.

You departed; you gave him your dog tag, he gave you his. A memory, an attempt. Do not forget me, you said. Don’t you dare forget me if I die, Simon Riley.

“I didn’t.”

He looks at you with regret. The devices that help you breathe keep him from seeing you fully, whole - but still behind all those hospital beeps and sounds, you're still as beautiful as the first time he saw you.

He wants to go back to the past. Reverse everything he did, redo it from scratch; the first time he saw you, the first time he felt his heart ache listening to you talk about another man, all the times he repressed his feelings and swore not to love you.

“I want to be with you.” He mutters, his eyes emptily stare down your almost lifeless hand resting over his. “After I retire. I want to be with you.” He says again, closing his eyes, shutting them tight like he’s trying his very best to repress the tears he wants so bad to let fall.

“I fuckin’ need you- I- how did this happen, how did you…” He gasps as the clock ticks, low, the sound of the hands ringing like doomsday inside his head. Every second that passed was one less with you. There are twenty minutes left for you to enter that operating room, and maybe you’ll never leave it again.

His eyes water and his legs give out, he kneels beside the bed, his suppressed voice sounding like a low, painful moan. The cry of a child who lost everything he had; of a confused teenager who would become a soldier, cold, dead inside, incapable of love - who loved you. Who loves you. “I’m scared. I’m scared- I love you.” He’d mutter, praying to all known gods to not take you. Take anything, anything from me; anything but her.

When the doctors came into the room and hurriedly moved your gurney to the ward in a desperate attempt to get your heart working again with the transplant, Simon sat in the waiting room with his face buried in his hands, his legs trembling. and the false hope that you would come back.

That you’ll be on that front porch, resting ever so happily, a bottle of beer in your hand and the dogs running around. He will have gotten rid of the mask and the habit of wearing it and you’ll be happy. You’ll be happy. You’ll be alive.

“God, please.” He mutters. “You’ve taken so much from me, now please, not this.”

He stands up as the doctor calls his name, with his heart on his hand and regret flashing his face off, he just wants another minute with you, another second with you, enough seconds so he can tell you he love you - he had, for most of his life and now, and he will, for the rest of his days with or without you.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do Haunted by the ghost of you Oh, take me back to the night we met.

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x you #ghost cod #simon ghost riley #simon ghost x reader #simon riley fluff #cod ghost #simon riley angst #angst #simon riley

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theywantedplayer · 2 years

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can you please write something about trevor with how recently he’s been like picking fights? also i love your writing sm!!!🫶❤️

AN-There were two people that wanted ones that were similar to this topic I'm going to write all of them but a different scenario bc i LOVE ANGST

You and Trevor have been arguing back and forth for a little while now in the middle of your living room.

“Trevor you can't keep picking fights it's not okay”you told him he was acting like a child right now not able to own up to what he was doing “ Trevor you could get hurt! seriously hurt!”

“y/n I'm fine I'm not going to get hurt” he yelled with one hand on his hip and the other Moving anytime he talked. His nostrils are flaring as he took deep breaths Trevor was very frustrated his hair was a mess from running his hand through it which was a habit when he got over emotional.

“ Trevor”You Sighed you wanted this to end “You get into a fight almost every single game why can't you just let it go”

“Let it go? LET IT GO!” He yelled “you don't hear what they say on the ice y/n, trust me if you heard them you'd be acting the same way I would be” He argued again

it was like arguing with a wall, you were so frustrated your eyes started to tear up. A frustrated grown left you as you ran your hand down your face

“Trevor please” You pleased “I cant keep doing this” you turned and walked back to the bedroom “I'm going to bed” you were too Exhausted to continue this argument you just wanted to go to get ready for bed you were almost through the doorway until Trevor's voice stopped you.

“They talk about you ok” Trevor Admitted

You paused in the doorway to look at trevor, He looked so Distraught and Worn down

“They chirp me by saying things about you ok…there so how do you expect me not to say anything”

You took a couple steps towards him now back to where you were standing before.

“What do they say about me?” You asked but Trevor never answered “Trevor what do they say?” you asked again

“You don't wanna know” Trevor told Sighing as he flopped on the coach

“Trevor if it makes you wanna fight I think id want to know” You told a little more ferm this time

There was a long pause before trevor answered

“Trevor what do they sa-” “A no good puck bunny slut”

“What?” you whispered, you're not gonna lie it stung to hear that someone thinks that off you.

Some tears started to fill your eyes at the thought of it

A groan left Trevor lips when he saw the tears in your eyes “This is why I didn't want to tell you I knew you were gonna get upset and I hate seeing you upset” He Admitted reaching out his hands telling you to come over. You stood in front of him looking down at him threw tears, Trevor grabbed the Back of your thighs pulling you into his lap.

“Baby come on dont cy, please im sorry” He wiped a few tears that fell from your eyes onto your cheeks

“No its ok” you told Placing your hands on his chest “I just- stop getting into fights trevor” you pleaded “please I mean it”

Trevor groaned as he buried his head into your chest making you laugh a little

“Mhnm” was all you could hear from your chest

“Come again?”

“Ok” He agreed “I’ll stop fighting”

You smiled softly, both your hands came up to play with his hair. He leaned his head up to look at you “thank you trevor” you smiled leaning down to place a small kiss on his lips.

You laid with trevor on the coach for a while until he fell asleep with his face in your chest

#trevor zegras x reader #trevor zegras #trevor zegras imagine #trevor zegras fic #nhl angst #nhl fanfiction #nhl hockey #nhl x reader

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definitelynotshouting · 5 months

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*glances up from shoving my hands into hauntingly neutral Speaker concepts* you got any worldbuilding you wants to talk about? I’m love worldbuilding

Okay i let this one percolate for a little bit bc i didnt immediately have anything i could like, coherently speak abt at the time, but i do actually think this could be interesting for yall to hear???

So in hunger au, the universe is quasi-sentient, and all the entities within it (Players, Watchers, Listeners, even Seekers when they were still alive) are like... its fruiting bodies, if we wanna put it in fungal terms, so to speak. Entities are the universe's way of exploring, understanding, and experiencing itself; because of this, everything is connected to it via the Greater Code in some capacity. (For newly Spawned Players especially, this connection is very deep and strong-- its what teaches them how to survive, how to function on their own; its what urges them to make that first crafter and begin playing the game, to learn and to keep learning. I've likened it before to something of a mental umbilical cord, of sorts, that fades over time as the Player emerges into their own.)

The point here though is that everything in the universe is the universe, and is therefore technically the universe speaking to itself, over and over and over again, in many different voices.

Which means that, functionally, there is only one native language in this universe.

This doesnt mean multiple languages dont exist, but the thing is, theyre all conlangs!! Language is in itself a form of play-- its not uncommon at all for Players to develop their own languages, unique dialects, and body-language that are all very server(or even individual)-specific

I dont really have a name for this universal language (frankly id probably just borrow it from galactic; as i told @/raichett when it came up in dms the other night, my skills really do not lie in making conlangs atm 😂😂😂😂😂) but i thought that would be fun to toss out there for you guys to munch on as i edit hunger au chap 10 :] thanks for asking!!!

#shouting speaks #asks #hunger au #minecraft worldbuilding #txt

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djpachipikachu · 2 months

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do graves!leosagi ever get tired of their friends/family labelling them?? like maybe leo’s bros make fun of him for having a “boyfriend” and he gets like rightfully irritated by that ?

its Kinda amusing bc eventually leo’s family at least straight up thinks theyre just really good pals and its like wow ! friendship ! in a more oblivious sense like they just kinda shrug and go oh yeah usagi’s here again whatever

originally mikey was insanely insanely suspicious of usagi and what his relationship was with leo (“hes literally just a friend” “YOU MEAN A BOY-FRIEND. AND U NEVER TOLD US.” “what am i supposed 2 say do i update u guys every time i make a friend” “If I See This Fuckinf Rabbit Sleeping In Your Bed Again I’m Telling Dad” “WE WERE HAVING A SLEEPOVER”) (mikey was mainly shocked bc leo invited a friend to sleepover who they didnt know And leo didnt tell anyone there was an extra mouth to feed for brekkie) but once everything was smoothed over usagi just became another regular, similar to how april is

leo himself tells raph that its a little more than that but only raph rly knows it and hes always had a hunch about them so it didnt change much in how the brotjers saw the two

usagi’s family on the other hand is definitely more “Boyfriend? boyfriend? boyfriend? crush? romance?” kitsune teases usagi about how dramatically romantic it must be to fall for a guy he hated in the beginning and usagi is like . so filled with Eugh. This Is Not Romantic. ick feeling that it causes him to be more in denial at how close he’s gotten with leo (in the beginning at least , later on kitsune still teases him but he’s more at ease with how him and leo are, so he always jusy goes “ew no im not kissing him dates r gross” but over time she toned it down to more “ooh is someone missing a certain kappa?” kinda teasing rather than “whens the wedding/has your first kiss happened yet lmao/etc” kinda teasing)

hana calls leo his boyfriend like all the time and like . usagi doesnt rly correct her bc she’s 8 and he doesnt know how to explain that they “arent Really boyfriends sure they do things that couples would do sometimes but its platonic and well you dont rly know what platonic means uh”

so she gets a pass on all her “IS THAT YOUR BOYFRIEND” comments since usagi is just like “yeagh its leo u wanna say hi”

auntie notices how leo visits a lot and she kinda just is like “okay ur like my kid now. lol.” she thinks they are just best friends bc usagi said they are and who is she to think otherwise, she kinda just absorbs leo (and later on the hamatos) as her own family and doesnt question their relatiomship much

chizu and gen tend to stay out of usagi’s personal business like that But gen did think that leo was a girl for a good while before he was ever introduced to him . and he was like “usagi if you wanna pick up the ladies u need like. do better. than this” “what. What” “like take a shower man” trying to give him flirting/relationship advice without actually knowing leo at all and also assuming usagi is straight

all in all its never really serious if people call them boyfriends or just best friends bc they dont really care to correct anyone it only matters if its like “so did you hit the [insert romantic relationship milestone] phase yet haha” bc that gets tiring to hear constantly

mainly all their family is just like “oh okay” at their relationship since i dont Really want to make the hardships of being aroace or being queer a big point since we already struggle enough with that irl ! a few details here and there about how their unlabelled status confuses some people but generally just a “we’ve seen weirder shit who cares” kinda energy to it

i love rambling . Thank you for the wuestion ily /p

#dj ramblings #asks 4 dj #leosagi #graves au #aroace leosagi

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jokeson-u · 3 months

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okay heres the course of my full thoughts on the natvan friendship.

lets start with elementary. i dont think either of them were sent to pre-k or daycare. they were less socialized as kids than some of their peers (def not all. they arent the only lower class families in wiskayok.) i think they were buddies as kids, and played at recces and stuff.

most kids didnt wanna play w nat bc her clothes didnt smell very good and found her kind of offputting bc she was pretty quiet (the way children of abusive or neglectful parents often are). i think by the time 2nd/3rd grade rolled around most kids kinda picked up on the judgement from their own parents, which carries over for kids in their own interactions.

i think it was kinda similar for van. she wore the same striped shirt and khaki shorts almost everyday and her hair used to be realllly long as a kid bc her mom didnt get it cut often. kids found her long har cool at first and called her rapunzel, but got over it pretty quick when they realized van didnt like people braiding it and putting flowers in her hair. she was friendlier tho, and it took her a little longer than natalie to realize why she was treated differently. basically, van got used to hearing 'no' when she asked if people wanted to play with her or be her friend, but she didnt stop asking, whereas natalie stopped very quickly as she was often avoided.

van and nat became friends cus they were two of the only kids who consistently played with each other and would sit next to one another in circles and stuff. they ate lunch together, and that dynamic carried over to middle school.

when midle school starts, van gets a hair cut, and she and nat both wear fresher clothes and what not, but their reputations are already solidified. some people are nicer to van bc shes so social and makes some more friends. its not like she and nat have a friendship much deeper than elementary school bonds, but they still sit together at lunch and in classes they have.

idk when i think taissa comes into the picture, but ive always imagined taivan having a friends to pining to lovers relationship. so i think some point, maybe 6th or 7th grade, van meets tai at soccer club and is smitten. tai lowkey is too and van feels really welcomed by her and they connect. van start spending a little less time w nat bc she wants to be w tai. its not intentional at all. yk how first crushes are, especially a sapphic one, AND in middle school.

seats are assigned after first pickings so van and nat still sit together and have a decent rapport, but nat does have her lil 12 y/o feelings kind of hurt by van spending more time w tai than her. shes always one to pretend she doesnt care tho, so as time goes on, nat never speaks up about it. she kinda lets her and van remain how they are, and allows the distance to grow.

van never stops caring about nat, its just that shes a little older now and is becoming friends with new people. in her mind, nats always her buddy, she just has different relationships now.

nat becomes kinda friends w kevyn around this time. he wasnt a dick to her in elementary, and played w her sometimes when van wasnt around. they get closer, and his friends are cool w nat too. nat and van are still absolutely cool w each other, they just dont talk as much.

all this establishes itself more in 8th grade, but as van is a little older and reflects a bit, she decides to reach out to nat more. shits not great at home for nat, shes more jaded, but she considers it when van asks her to join the soccer club. kevyn convinces her to do it, so she does. van is hyped, other girls in the club arent so much. nat sticks with it despite that because she does actually really enjoy playing soccer, but it takes some more convincing to get her to try out for the actual team once they enter high school. van says she'll probably be the only one from the club who drops soccer, and itll show that they all got to her. it resonates w nat and she decided to join the team and try not to let it seem like she gave a shit.

nat ends up kinda getting along w some members and being on the team gets a bit easier. vans enthusiasm made more people less openly cruel to her. lottie never talked shit about anyone who didnt deserve it, and they ended up getting along in a way they didnt expect (ill be making a detailed post at some point about my insight on lottienats friendship). shauna and nat vibe when jackie isnt around, and sometimes taissa takes it easier on her cus she respects that van liked nat as kids. still, nats not necessarily close to any of them, but she does have some people on the team shes cool w.

around the middle of sophmore year, tai and van realize they feel the same and date on the dl. again, high school relationship, its pretty immature, so van feels like it isnt her place anymore to tell taissa to stop when shes rude to nat (i have the 'bong to hit/dick to suck' scene in mind as van was the only one to not react). obviously she says something when other people cross a line, as seen w travis. nat doesnt mind, she kinda would rather taissa be honest than pretend to like her. it doesnt rly affect anything in the team, nat didnt talk to any of them much more than necessary from the get go. shes less hurt about it than she was in middle school, and shes already picked up on taivan being a thing, so shes chill. shes gotten closer w kevyn so she feels pretty good about things.

at the beginning of junior year, (maybe the end of sophmore year idk i cant decide,) the incident with natalies dad happens. nat doesnt show for a couple weeks, and van tries to ask kevyn what happened. no one really knows the full story, but lots of rumors go around once the news of mr. scatorccio dying by a self inflicted gunshot wound to the head got out. van didnt rly pay mind to them, and became more outspoken w tai about not contributing to rumors.

when nat returns, she doesnt go to soccer for a bit. she and kevyn mostly skip, and kevyns friend started bringing them weed to help nat out. she smoked a bit before, but it becomes a regular thing. same w drinking. she had access to it as a kid and would take swigs. her father sometimes even let her get tipsy when she was a preteen. but after his death, it becomes more of a crutch. all his alcohol is lying around, so she provides the drinks to their skip sessions.

when nat decides its time to act unbothered, she comes back to soccer. shes still, understandably, traumatized, so she zones out even more and talks even less. but shes there. everyone is either extra nice to her, or gives her total space. van just tries to be casual, which nat appreciates.

by the half way point of junior year, nats pretty heavily into drinking and weed and psychedelics, and its at this point it affects her day to day. skipping is a daily occurance, she barely keeps her grades up to stay on the team. van tries to let nat know shes still a friend, but it upsets her to see nat showing up drunk. it reminds her of her mother. and van.. just cant deal w that. shes struggled so much with having a neglectful parent due to alcohol. shes tried her hardest to not let the world get to her like her mother did, and avoid falling down that path. watching it happen to natalie is just disappointing for van.

this isnt to say van doesnt drink and smoke. she def does, she likes to let loose, but i see her as a strictly social smoker/drinker. nat obviously has a diff relationship with drugs and alcohol, and the her reliance is something that rubs van the wrong way for personal, but also caring reasons.

its a combination of nat distancing herself naturally bc of her subtance abuse, and van realizing she cant fix it + having her opinion on nat change a bit. she cares for natalie. she has for a long time, even if its not the same as with more day to day friends. but she decides that theyre older now, nats made her choices and van doesnt agree with them, as much as she understands them.

theyre friendly. but vans self preserverance, tai supporting her protecting herself, and her sometimes seeing nat ending up like her own mother, the distance grows on both sides. nat doesnt even really pick up on it. shes pretty clouded for the last two years of high school, and she doesnt care. she has her vices and she has kevyn and she convinces herself thats enough.

i think maybe a part of nat is bitter that she feels things worked out so much better for van than her. its not entirely true but i mean.. kinda? at the same time, i think nat just sort of feels that way towards everyone and the entire universe.

its just all a cycle imo. they got close bc of their similar family dynamics, but those dynamics are what made them into the separate people they are. theyre no longer aligned bc they took different paths based on the cards they were dealt. nat became her parents in a way, and van did her best not to, and to not let anymore of that into her life.

then the crash happens, and none of it matters anymore.

tldr; van and nat got along as little kids bc they were treated differently. their friendship never developed past elementary school level bonds, and they drifted apart naturally due to different social circles and life choices

#LONG POST #yellowjackets #van palmer #natalie scatorccio #taissa turner #lottie matthews #shauna shipman #jackie taylor #kevyn tan #charlotte matthews

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tom-is-online · 2 days

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firstly hi, im the toya side story person. i do hate the fact that akito punched toya. i dont think anything really justifies violence. but enas is implied to be much more frequent! And sibling fights are whatever.

but u cant ignore the fact that some people may just not like ena because of this repeated pattern. i understand that the person in the tags was trying to explain enas behavior, not justify it. but unless its been retconned in a way i forgot, pale color says shinei only really started telling ena that she couldnt be an artist w/o talent when ena was looking at highschools, so its not like ena was fresh into middle school when her father rejected her dreams. akito when faced with insecurity didnt physically lash out at ena as far as im aware of. saying that she lashed out at him just bc he was nearby and improving in his own field doesnt really change a lot imo. just because siblings use each other as an outlet for stress doesnt mean everyone has to be comfy with it. plus, when akito describes the scratching, he mentions dodging the thrown objects and the scratches being hard to avoid if shes near, which leads me to believe that akito was trying to avoid a fight instead of a sibling brawl

im not calling this abuse, by any means, nor am i suggesting that ena shld have magically spawned healthy coping mechanisms. Im just trying to suggest a possibility that ena scratching akito may not have made her likable with some people, given the repetition and akitos lack of involvement in enas insecurity. everyone has different boundaries on what they think is okay. anyways i am happy to continue discussing this tho, i really liked hearing a diff perspective :) and if i missed anything from the stories, i really am sorry

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I understand what you're getting at, but I wanna just clear up some stuff with it

Akito and Toya became friends about two years before the main story (both 14), which means Ena was in the last year of Middle School when they met. Ena would have been looking at High Schools at the time, so the timelines with that add up with her emotional state due to her father. And since then, Ena has clearly stopped doing this to Akito

I understand the "it was a repetitive occurrence" argument but she was clearly not in the right headspace to be rational and considerate whilst having breakdowns, she was 15 and mentally unwell, and she's not gonna act in a rational way

Even if it was hypothetically before her last year of middle school.

SHE WOULD HAVE BEEN NO OLDER THAN 15 have you met a pair of siblings 14 and younger? esp with personalities like the Shinonomes

Akito likely wouldn't have fought back against Ena in the same way because he's clearly always been very athletic meaning to me if he tried to fight her back. He would probably just win and he doesn't want to just kick her when she's already down.

Anon (and other people who make this argument) I am just so curious if you're an only child and if not what your siblings are like. I don't have a sister but I have a brother one year younger than me and we fought all of the time until we were like 15-16, me and my brother are both very hot-headed people esp at that age. Siblings just do that, so being so uncomfortable with the concept of siblings fighting that you hate Ena just feels so much like you don't understand typical sibling behaviour

If you're uncomfortable with the fact a 15-year-old had fights with her brother whilst she was likely mentally unwell or below the age of 15 and continue to hold this to them until they are 17-18 when they no longer do this

whilst also excusing Akito for what he did in the main story because it was a "one-off"

idk, man.

the argument is about liking Akito and not Ena. If you can hate Ena for being ~15 and mentally unwell whilst scratching Akito but not hate Akito for punching Toya at 16 and that being a MAJOR PLOT POINT whilst Ena's isn't.

it just feels like you can't understand the nuance behind someone doing something negative when they have bad mental health or you don't have siblings and don't understand how siblings like the Shinonomes would act in a situation such as theirs.

Or someone just gives the male characters way more leniency than the female characters

anyway. i do understand people have diff boundaries. but giving Akito leniency on violent behaviour and not ena for actions she did years ago. you can understand how this is a red flag

idk if i have anything else to say about the matter without going in circles

anyway. theyre great i love them

#im not yelling at u anon btw #im just very passionate about them and i hate people boiling down Ena #or hating on her for no real reason #tomisonline #project sekai #rambling #anon #shinonome siblings #akito shinonome #ena shinonome #pjdk #prsk

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YIPPEEE COPY N PASTE BC I ALREADY WROTE IT IN YOUR ASKS 10 MINS AGO!!

okay, hear me out in s6 i feel like Grian would have a huge addiction to sh (due to past yhs/kov and probably family stuff that hasnt been resolved) and he would do it anywhere he could find privacy and time, sometimes he'd just let the blood drip off and dry because he was so desperate for the pain and harm, he did it alot around mumbo's place alot simply because he liked being around mumbo, and blood blends in with redstone (imo) and thats where we transition(🏳️‍⚧️/j) to mumbo, he has always had an odd fascination with blood imo. also mumbo has awful self asteem thinks he is shitty all the time and thinks hes dumb if he fails even 1 thing (was deff pressured as a child+labled gifted and got burnt out), he also deff has seen some stuff on the internet and thats how he heard of self harm, over the time it became a thing that he did more often, definitely not as much as Grian though, But mumbo always kept a stainless steel razor blade in one of his pockets if he ever needed it. One day Grian was cutting himself in a more risky area late at night (11pm-1am)and mumbo caught him (in Sahara's redstone area maybe? idk) grian was cutting with a super shitty blade but he still managed to get good results. mumbo noticing the shitty blade walks up to grian and this scares the SHIT out of grian bc hes been caught by not so nice ppl b4, he thinks hes about to get yelled at or something but instead mumbo pulls a new blade out of his pocket and gives it to grian says something like "use this instead, i dont want you to get tetanus or something" bc i feel like hes a bitch abt being healthy in that way/lh(paranoid) grian took the blade thankfully but also shocked bc like mumbo jumbo? self harm? thats kinda gay😕/j (im a fag dw) also mumbo was also wearing short sleve so his cuts and scars were showing too (he took off his hoodie(its night hes not wearing his suit) to show grian "hey same dude"). Grian unwrapped the blade and asked he he could continue, MJ said yes and pulled out his own blade and joined grian.

Thats how they had their first cutting sesh together:3

HCs for this: Grian usualy does bean cuts and Mumbo does a bunchh of styros / cat scratches, he's done bean b4 but it made him almost pass out. Grian was deff Scene once and showed off his scars. Grian and Mumbo get high together all the time (and maybe a little toutchy 🤭🤭🤭).

ough i wanna make this like . a mini fic or something

also Grian and Taurtis totaly cut eachother for the funzies all the time

this is so big brain, and so extensive I don't feel like I'd be able to add anything substantial to it, but I'd like to say that I just love the image of Mumbo always carrying one or two new, fresh razors on the pocket of his suit. Something about it, about not really feeling ashamed of cutting but still having them hidden under the sleeves of his pristine suit. I also think of him having a strange fixation with everything red. From redstone, to red foods, to blood. Watching the cuts form, especially if they're clean, made with a sharp enough object it's just like cutting through butter. He finds it so satisfying in such a strange way, scratches his brain that perfect way he didn't know he needed.

Grian, shaky and afraid of being judged before Mumbo just places a shiny razor in his palm. So good.

Might not be accurate at all, but just thinking of .. Cuts giving Mumbo a sense of euphoria while they give Grian a sense of control.

"Mumbo has seen some shit on the internet" oh I KNOW that guy watched copious amounts of gore. He likes watching beans cuts but he just doesn't have the endurance to handle them, unlike Grian. A total expert, huh.

Can't help but acknowledge the mentions of yhs. I'm sure Grian learned from Sam, i KNOW Grian found Sam cutting more than once. Sam would be COVERED in scars too, always. He pushed Taurtis to cut for the first time too, insulting him in so many ways that taught him to hate himself, hate his own body ♡ so much fun

#asks #cw sh #tw sh #yanhs #greeon #mum.bo

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bearlylogic · 23 days

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Nightmares (chreon oneshot)

pairing: leon x chris

summary: Leon has a nightmare, and Chris has to help him go back to sleep-- despite his protests.

word count: 2.7k

tags: nightmares, emotional hurt/comfort

NOTE: long story short i made a writing blog but decided to keep it all under this blog buuuut i do wanna start writing more!! mostly re rn but i have some other stuff planned..

honestly if anyone who's reading this has any requests dont be afraid to send them in, i might consider writing a lil something, but no promises bc im scared of people and i take forever to write anything

but still :)

Chris wakes to a shout.

He sits up, heart racing, instinctively reaching for the lamp on the nightstand. Immediately he turns to Leon beside him— he’s thrashing wildly about in his sleep, clearly caught in the throes of some kind of panic. He makes another noise, like a wounded animal. It sounds wrong.

Anxiety grips Chris’ spine. He moves cautiously towards Leon, settles a hand on his shoulder. He calls his name, trying to be heard over the sounds Leon is making.

He continues thrashing.

Chris grows more frantic. He grabs both of Leon’s shoulders and shakes him, maybe a little too roughly for someone who’s not in their right mind, but he’s never seen the man like this before. Chris is about to shout Leon’s name again, louder, but the man’s eyes snap open wide. Breathing heavily, he lurches upright.

“Leon,” Chris breathes. “Jesus, I didn’t-”

Before he can finish speaking, Leon lashes out against him with a cry of terror. He blindly swings his fists in Chris’ direction. Chris scrambles to grab for his wrists, but the other man is relentless. His fist manages to connect with Chris’ cheek and he curses, clutching tenderly at his face.

He hears a loud thud and looks up to find that Leon is no longer in the bed— he’s fallen to the floor.

Leon blinks rapidly. He looks up at Chris, and recognition dawns on his face at last. Now that Chris is actually looking at his face, he realizes that there are tears streaking down Leon's cheeks. “Chris,” he chokes out around a sob.

The aggression seizing his body just seconds before completely vanishes, and what remains on the ground is a trembling mess of a man tangled in bedsheets. He looks frighteningly small.

Moving as slowly as he can, Chris drops down onto the floor next to Leon. He flinches but remains where he is, gasping for air. Chris doesn't say a word, but he reaches out to take Leon’s hand into his own.

Chris listens in silence as he fights to get his breathing under control. Leon is gripping his hand hard, and it’s starting to hurt, but Chris just lets him.

“Hey,” he whispers. “Listen. Just breathe with me.”

Leon whimpers. “B-but I-”

“Shh. Just do it. Breathe in…” He inhales slowly, prompting Leon to do the same. “...and out.” He exhales just as slowly.

He does it over and over again, watching Leon, waiting patiently for him to calm. Eventually he does— his breathing slows to match Chris’, and his crying fades to intermittent sniffles. He heaves a world-bearing sigh and rakes a hand through his hair. “Fuck.”

Chris rubs his thumb against the side of Leon’s palm. “Okay now?”

He swallows hard. There’s still a slight hitch in his breathing. “I’m… I’m fine.”

“You sure? Because that- that seemed pretty bad.”

“It was. Felt so fucking real…”

Chris reaches out to draw Leon into his arms. Normally the man would’ve stiffened and pulled away, but now he just slumps forward against him, like he’s too exhausted to keep up his defenses. His head comes to rest on Chris’ shoulder

“I know,” he whispers, rubbing a palm soothingly up and down Leon’s back. “That’s the worst thing about nightmares, isn’t it?”

Leon nods against him.

“Do you… want to talk about it?”

He stiffens. Shakes his head.

“Okay,” he says gently. “That’s fine. We can just sit.”

Leon seems to be okay with this, because that’s exactly what they do. Chris holds him fast, listening to his breathing slowly return to normal. All of this has become a routine in some twisted way, he thinks— Leon waking up screaming, and Chris doing his best to comfort him and coax him back to sleep. Well, minus Leon getting physically violent during a nightmare; that had never happened before tonight. Chris’ cheek is still throbbing. Even in sleep Leon could sure throw a punch…

Chris glances up at the digital alarm clock on the nightstand. It’s a little past two in the morning.

“It’s late. You should try to go back to sleep.”

Leon leans back with his hands on Chris’ shoulders. “N-no, I can’t…”

His voice is high and desperate, cracking on the last word. Chris is so unfamiliar with hearing him like this, this terrified… Seeing Leon in this raw, unfiltered state feels almost wrong. Like a violation of his privacy. This, he knows, is the Leon that walls have been built around. The one that is hidden from the world.

“Okay, alright…” He grabs for one of his hands again. Squeezes it. “So what now?”

“I'm going to go sit on the couch,” Leon says. He briefly returns the pressure, then untangles himself from the sheets wrapped around his legs and stands. Without another word he's gone, out of the room, and Chris is left sitting alone on the floor beside the bed.

…

“Thought you said you were going to sit on the couch.”

Leon looks up at him from where he’s seated in front of the couch on the floor. He’s watching something on the TV— if Chris had to guess, The French Connection.

He doesn’t say anything, just leans his head back on the couch cushions and gazes at Chris. He really looks dreadful; dark circles shadowing his sunken eyes, frazzled hair, and a miserable expression on his face. It causes an almost physical ache in Chris’ chest.

“Can’t risk falling back asleep,” Leon says hoarsely.

Chris crosses the room and sits down on the couch. He pats the space next to him. “Sit with me.”

“Chris, please…”

“You don’t have to sleep. I just want you to sit with me.”

Leon huffs, but he picks himself up and sinks down next to Chris. He curls up against his side, resting his head on his shoulder. Chris slides an arm around him, tugging him closer. “There you go,” he murmurs warmly. He runs the palm of his hand up and down Leon’s arm. “That’s better.”

Time passes; they sit in silence. Chris continues to hold Leon, and eventually he hears his breathing begin to slow. Just when he thinks he’s fallen asleep, Leon jerks awake and sits up ramrod straight.

“Hey, hey, easy,” Chris says, still keeping his arm draped loosely around Leon’s middle. “Just relax, Leon. Jesus. You’re safe.”

Leon’s body remains rigid against him. “I’m not going back to sleep.”

Chris turns then, so he can take Leon’s face into his hands. He stares into his tired eyes. “Tell me what’s going on.”

“What do you mean?” He tries to pull away from Chris.

Chris sighs. “I mean, look at you. You’re run ragged. These nightmares you’re having… they’re affecting your sleep. Every time I try to talk to you about it, you brush it off. It worked at first, but… not anymore. Not now. Please, just talk to me, Leon. I… I’m worried. About you.”

He sees Leon swallow. The man looks away, unable all of a sudden to meet Chris’ gaze. He doesn’t speak, not for a long time; just sits there with his brow furrowed. His eyes glaze over like he’s gone to a different time and place, somewhere far away, and only his body remains in the present. Chris thumbs away the tears that begin to form at the outer corners of his eyes.

“It’s okay,” Chris says softly. “Hey, it’s alright. Let’s start small. I’ve noticed that maybe the nightmares have gotten worse… they have, haven’t they?”

After a pause, Leon seems to come back to himself a little and he nods.

“What are they about?”

Leon sighs. His breath hitches in his throat. “It’s always the same one, over and over,” he whispers. “And it feels… it feels so fucking real every time. Especially tonight. I’m back in Raccoon City, and I just…” More tears drip down his cheeks onto Chris’ fingers. He breathes shakily. “I can’t escape it, Chris. Even when I’m asleep…”

Chris wraps him in a bear hug, holding a hand to the back of his head. Leon buries his face in the crook of his neck, weeping so silently that Chris might not be able to tell he's crying if not for the way that his shoulders jerk and shake. His arms are tight, desperate around Chris’ waist. A plea.

“I've got you,” Chris murmurs. He runs his fingers through Leon's sweat-soaked hair. “You're gonna be okay. I'm gonna get you help.”

Leon just whimpers.

By the time Leon’s shoulders still, he's sagging against Chris. Exhausted. Nearly cried himself to sleep. Chris gently leans away from him with his hands on his shoulders. “What made it worse tonight?”

Leon wipes aggressively at his eyes with the collar of his shirt. He doesn’t meet Chris’ gaze. “It just felt more… realistic. The sights, the sounds, the smells… I-I was there, I swear I was. Woke up with my heart racing like I’d just ran a marathon.”

“Well, like I said, we’re gonna get this figured out. I promise.”

To Chris’ surprise, Leon laughs. It’s small and quiet, devoid of any humor, but it’s still strange. Chris tries to make eye contact with him. “What?”

Leon shakes his head, smiling bitterly. “There’s nothing to figure out.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

His expression darkens. “There’s nothing to figure out about me. This is the way things are going to be for the rest of my life. Not a single fucking day goes by that I don’t think about… about that night, and that’s never going to change. I’ve come to accept that.”

“Don’t say things like that.”

Leon drops the smile completely. ��What, the truth?”

Chris sighs. “Listen, you’re exhausted. You’re not thinking straight. Maybe we should talk about this tomorrow. Just- what can I do right now to help you sleep?”

Leon glares at him like he’s about to keep arguing, but his gaze settles on Chris’ face. His expression shifts from miserable to concerned, and a crease appears between his brows. He reaches up to brush his fingertips over Chris’ cheek. “What happened to your face?”

Shit. Chris had nearly forgotten the way that Leon had come into the waking world with his teeth bared earlier. Leon must not remember, must not have been aware. He racks his mind for an explanation; he doesn’t know how Leon would react if he tells him the truth. It feels too late in the night for that kind of guilt.

He captures Leon’s hand in his own and gently rubs his thumb against his palm. “It was a stupid mistake. Don’t worry about it.”

“You’re a horrible liar, Chris. Tell me what happened. Did someone hit you?”

“I hit my face on a cabinet door earlier. Everything’s fine.”

Leon still doesn’t look convinced. “Does it hurt?”

“No. It doesn’t. Like I said, I’m fine.” He attempts a smile, but he can’t bring himself to make it reach his eyes.

Leon stares at his face a moment longer, then he leans forward to plant a kiss on Chris’ wounded cheek. It’s tender, and sappy, and not something he’d normally do. But it makes Chris’ stomach feel warm and fluttery. “If you say so,” Leon says quietly.

Chris wraps his arms around him again. “I think it’s time to try and get some rest again.”

“Chris…”

“You need to at least try.” He brushes some of Leon’s hair out of his face. “I know you don’t want to, but… you need sleep.”

Leon closes his eyes and sighs. His voice suddenly becomes very small. “I’m just going to have another nightmare and wake up again.”

“I’ll be here,” Chris whispers. “Just like I always am. I promise.”

Defeated, Leon slumps forward and bumps his forehead against Chris’ shoulder. “Fine.”

…

Chris had managed to coax Leon back into bed, despite the other man’s protests. He holds him from behind, his arms locked around his waist, chin resting on his shoulder. He’s surprised at how affectionate Leon is allowing him to be; he’s never been a touchy-feely person, to say the least.

Now, as they lay, Leon is restless. He keeps sighing, and Chris can feel him shifting around in his arms. This goes on for several minutes before Leon releases a frustrated grunt and huffs in resignation. “I can’t do this.”

Chris releases Leon’s squirming form so that he can shift onto his back. He pats his chest. “Alright. C’mere, lie down on me.”

Leon shakes his head; Chris can tell he’s getting frustrated. His eyes are wet. “Chris, I can’t. Nothing ever works. Once it happens I don’t go back to sleep.”

“Please? I have an idea.”

“It won’t work,” he mumbles. But Chris can hear the weariness in his voice.

He reaches for one of Leon’s hands and tugs on it. “Humor me?”

After looking at Chris for a moment, Leon sighs heavily. He crawls towards him and collapses on top of him, his body a welcome weight against Chris’. But Chris can feel just how tense Leon is, how stiff his muscles are. It isn’t often that Chris holds him like this— he assumes it’s usually too much for Leon— but he knows that can’t be the only thing keeping him from relaxing.

“Good,” Chris murmurs, bringing his hands up to tangle his fingers in Leon’s hair. “Just loosen up a little. Take some deep breaths and unclench those muscles.”

He feels Leon’s chest rising and falling against his own. Leon does this for a few moments, trying to match Chris’. Eventually he does feel a bit less tense but Chris can tell he’s not settled down enough to sleep.

“That’s it,” he praises softly. “Now listen closely and tell me what you hear.”

A few seconds of silence. Leon’s voice is quiet, small. “Your heartbeat.”

“Good. I want you to keep listening to that. Focus on it, count the beats.” He continues to play with his hair, gently twisting the locks around his fingers.

After a while, Leon still hasn’t said anything and Chris begins to think he finally fell asleep. But then he speaks, his voice even softer and less audible than before. “I’m so tired,” he mumbles.

“Go to sleep. I'm right here.”

He hears the quietest of sniffles. “I can’t. I… I’m afraid.”

Chris frowns, concerned. That’s something he never thought he’d hear come out of Leon’s mouth, ever. “Of what?”

“Going back to sleep,” he whispers tearfully. “I’m going to have the- the nightmare again, I know I will, Chris…”

The tone of his voice— desperate but exhausted at the same time— hurts Chris’ heart. He stops playing with his hair to wrap his arms around him and squeeze him gently. He can feel his heart racing against his own chest. “Oh, Lee…”

He starts to cry again, shuddering against Chris. Only this time he isn’t as quiet. Ugly, choked noises come from him as he weeps, muffled by Chris’ t-shirt. His tears and snot soak through the fabric, but Chris couldn’t care less. He just holds him through the storm, rubbing his palm up and down Leon’s spine. He doesn’t know how long it goes on for. All he knows is that tonight he’s experienced a lot of firsts— one being hearing Leon actually cry.

Eventually his sobs soften to just a tremble in his breathing. Chris continues holding him, rubbing his back, willing his weary soul to rest. “I don’t want to be afraid anymore,” Leon whispers hoarsely. “I want… I want to be able to sleep. To rest.”

Chris’ throat tightens. “You can. I promise you can.”

Leon yawns. “No,” he mumbles simply.

Chris doesn’t miss how much quieter Leon sounds, the overwhelming weariness in his voice. He sounds muted almost. But he decides not to call attention to it, just continues trying to comfort him using the gentlest tone he can muster. “Why not?”

“Because-“ Another yawn. “Because I have… nightmares.”

“Well, I think you can sleep,” Chris murmurs, playing gently with his hair again. “And I don’t think you’ll have any more nightmares tonight. In fact, I know you won’t. I can feel it.”

Leon answers with a noncommittal noise at the back of his throat.

They lie there a moment, and Chris listens as Leon’s breathing begins to slow. He continues stroking Leon’s hair, holding him, comforting him.

“Goodnight, Leon.”

“G’night,” he breathes. Chris can hardly hear him he’s so quiet.

The conversation lulls into silence. Leon goes completely still against Chris— he’s cried himself to sleep.

And, just like Chris had predicted, Leon doesn’t wake until morning.

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art-the-f-up · 9 months

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Hi, its the anon who talk about writing your Palestinian Hero AU. First, i wanna say thank you for your answer. I was really unsure about writing it bcs its a very serious topic. But like you said, we have our way to show solidarity, and i wanna show it through this fic based on your AU.

So id like to ask a few questions about the AU first for me to implement into the fic (since this is your AU after all, and id like to get it as close as possible to what you envision):

1. Does Laaiqa and Ahsan know each other as civilian, and do they know their identity.

2. What do they do as civilian. You dont have to answer this one if you feel like its sensitive or painful to answer

3. Do you mind if i add extra heroes? Don't worry, i won't use all the miracle box 😂 maybe just one or two. Im also gonna change how miraculous holder got chosen work so it will make sense why only so few miraculous were active during the G word.

Thank you for your time and words. I'll see to it that this fic get finished and may it brings Miraculers to also help stop this G word.

Hello! Best of luck to you, it's no pressure okay? I don't want you writing a fic thats got you all stressed instead of motivated or excited haha. The point of fanwork is representation and entertainment.

Laaiqa and Ahsan do know each other's identities, but they did not know each other as civilians before meeting as superheroes. They are mostly vigilant, so they don't come out in public as much. Which is why the public has, on their own, created the names Ladybird and Black Cat (in Arabic) for them. They call each other by their first names.

Laaiqa still lives with her mother in a small apartment in Jenin, and rarely gets to hear about how her father is doing in prison. Ahsan lives with one of his family friends in Gaza, working part time with his friend's dad in his shop after he lost his family and home. (I took this one simply out of one of our own tribal cultures. I realized many Palestinian values match that of our tribe and in our case when a single family member is left one of the families of the tribe take them in as their own. Most cases the child then tries to help in some chores/job even though he is not forced to but it is just a form of gratitude on his part. Pity on any individual is forbidden and is considered dishonorable but that's just me and I'd love to find out from a Palestinian if this is okay.)

Of course you can use whatever heroes you'd like haha. I didn't set this AU up in a specific timeline, I just took it out of what Palestinian life has been like these part 75 years. But yeah the basic message is just their resilience and strength no matter the situation.

#palestinian heroes AU #palestinian heroes #ml au #laaiqa OC #ahsan OC #headcanons #asksss

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im the BIGGEST mclaren fan and oscar fan in the world ever and i dont even have the energy to celebrate oscar's first win (yes bc of the fucked up way mclaren did it but wtv not getting into that) bc of how devastated i am about paul. i just want to give him the biggest hug in the world and tell him its ok and that we all still love him. i hope he knows how much support he has and that making mistakes is ok, its only his rookie season no one expects him to be schumacher or senna or whoever, we just want you to be a happy paul aron :(

seeing him banging his head and looking out into the distance after the crash omfg i will jump off a cliff i swear. hes so hard on himself and i was legit sobbing thinking about how much harder he is on himself (probably) this year after what happened w merc and prema. he deserves so much more omg. the fact that kimi ended up winning the race just made me think of the lacy edits too and omfg i cannot. i love kimi dont get me wrong but what are the chances that paul's win became kimi's instead? i js cant.

and dont get me started on that fucking penalty. he already dnf'd i don't understand the point of them punishing him any further did u not see how mad he was at himself?? fuck you fia fuck. you. cz WHY WHAT WAS THE REASON??? i feel like ive never seen them do that to a driver, usually they cause a collision and dnf they just get time penalties but a TEN PLACE GRID PENALTY?? FOR THE NEXT RACE?? THIS LATE IN THE SEASON?? it just seems SO unfair and so harsh. not agreeing w the grid penalties at all esp when the driver alr suffered from their mistakes but the crash w maloney fine i can kind of understand, but ollie's? sorry but i didnt even see them crash that hard? (or was i half asleep? idk i js literally do not remember seeing it) seriously tho wtf.

i hope his friends, family and team gave him the biggest hug ever. he'll come back stronger ik it! we'll get thru this u guys:(

paul nation family group hug 🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂

-🧸

this is very valid :(( it wouldve been easier to celebrate if it had been better with the team and whatever, but now it was so easily overshadowed by everything that happened in f2 and i just 😶

to me, most of my pain is based on (just like u said) the fact that i think he's hard on himself, and wants to prove so much after everything that has happened. i just hope he sees the reality; that he's doing super well, in his rookie season nonetheless, and we're all so proud of him. mistakes is okay, shit happens, even max verstappen made a bunch of mistakes yesterday!!

i didnt wanna look at the clips of him in the car nor hear his radio (ive seen the screenshot of him admitting that it was his fault tho) and i saw the clip of him after getting out of the car and i just...... nope. and esp w kimi winning aaaa it made me so happy but-

god i dont understand the penalties like. yes he made a mistake but zane was also going very very slow (on the slower tyres also) so it was hard for him to tell what zane was going to do. like these things happen within even a fraction of a second and you need to trust your instinct and sometimes it doesn't work out? like obvs i cant compare it to any personal experiences in racing but in my own sport i know the feeling of getting a bad pass etc, and something tiny can mess up the entire timing and feeling and everything? so zane just going slower makes a lot of difference :// it's not common that they do this but ive seen it sometimes but this is just so.... gAH!! esp with the thing with ollie because they didn't even show it, so it can't have been THAT important, right?? so stupid

pls everyone gather around for a group hug! with paul in the middle bcs he deserves all of the love!!!!!!! <3<3<3

(oh and just so you know. "we just want you to be a happy paul aron :("........... you actually broke me with that one, i hope you're happy that im crying bcs of you 😭)

#paulie #baby #i miss him already #asks!#anon!#teddybear anon!#🧸!

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