#EITHER GIVE DIFFERENT ADVICE OR SHUT UP AND GIVE NONE AT ALL

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I LITERALLY STOOD FOR LIKE 10 MINUTES TO GET PICTURES OF THE MOON AND MY FEET ARE IN SO MUCH PAIN. FUCK MY STUPID FUCKING LIFEEEE

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Sparks

Pairing - Jeremiah Fisher x Fem!Reader Summary - Jeremiah goes to you for everything, and when you give him a vital piece of love advice, it dawns on him that he is, in fact, in love with you. Warnings - None? Slight mention of underage drinking. Words - 2K

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As was common, Jeremiah was at a loss for his several hookups. And, as was even more common, he went to you to debrief and to ask for advice. While he had hookups and situation-ships way more than you did (or anyone in Cousins for that matter), he struggled with how to manage them. At least he did until he started asking you for advice.

He threw himself onto your bed, forcing you to shut the book you had been deep inside. There, staring up at the ceiling, he let out a huff. "What, or should I say who, is it this time?" You raised your brow at him, watching as Jere's wide pupils stared up to the ceiling as if he were replaying some memory over and over.

"Luke." He let the name out in a sigh. "And, And!" He suddenly added as if he had almost forgotten in his daydreaming gaze, "Abi."

He finally sat up, staring at you with them puppy eyes you could never resist. "Two?" You questioned.

"Yes." He said, barely embarrassed by such fact; at this point, it was to be expected. "Reframe from any criticism please."

"I'm not gonna criticise you, Jere." You told him, a sweet smile gracing your lips. "If anything, I don't see what the problem is here."

He took a second before shrugging, "I just- I feel wrong, you know? Guilty." He explained. "Like I'm going behind their backs."

"Okay then, well you either need to tell them both the truth or pick one."

Jeremiah thought about the options for a moment and ran both scenarios through his head until making his decision. "I have to pick one." He said before looking at you, uncertain, "Right?"

"If that's what you want." You comforted him.

At that, he let himself fall once more. This time, right into your lap as he made a dramatic sigh as if this decision was a life-changing one. "What if I don't know what I want?" He questioned, gazing up at you, his sea-blue eyes catching you into his trap.

You let a sniffle of a laugh as you looked down at him, "Oh, trust me Jere, you've no idea what you want. But, that's okay too, sometimes you have to experiment with different people until you know what you want." You went on.

That seemed to spark another question for him, one of which wouldn't leave his head for the next few weeks: "How do I know? Like, how do I know that this is someone who I want a relationship with? A proper relationship, not just a hookup."

For that, you needed to think. As much as you gave Jereimah advice after advice, that was a question he had never asked. "I suppose it has to be someone you feel that spark with. But not just a sexual spark." As you were certain Jere sometimes mistook it for. "A spark that reaches to a deeper, emotional level. Where you feel safe but excited at the same time. A balance, I guess." That was what you assumed anyway. You hadn't had many successful relationships yourself.

But your words had seemed to prompt something for Jere. His eyes washed away, his mind sucking him into his thoughts. Until, after a long moment, he sat back up and with furrowed brows, asked, "How do you know all this? It's not as if you're happily married."

"No need to remind me." You giggled, slapping the side of his forearm.

Of which he chuckled at and defended himself, "I'm serious! You talk all this wise shit and can't even get yourself a date."

You could have scoffed, "I can get myself a date, thank you."

"Really? When was the last time you went on one?"

Then you did scoff, grasping the pillow from behind you and chucking it at Jeremiah's head, only erupting more laughter from the both of you. "You are so rude!"

Only once your mini pillow fight died down and Jeremiah returned home, did that question take over his whole mind. He strolled into the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of milk as he thought over it: how did he know? The only time he felt a spark that wasn't sexual- well, he couldn't quite remember. Everything you had described, the safety but excitement, the emotional connection (and the sexual), well the only person he could ever even suggest he had felt that for was you.

"What's up with you?" His brother's voice broke him from the glare he had been giving the countertop.

His eyes widened, "Huh?"

Conrad and Belly, who had been trailing behind him, both giggled. "You're just a bit...out of it, you know?"

"Thinking."

"That's a first." Conrad laughed.

Jeremiah snapped, "Hey!"

"Go on then," Belly pushed, "What is it you're thinking about?"

The boy sighed, replaying your words once more. "A spark."

"Why's a hookup causing you an existential crisis?" Questioned Conrad, watching his brother in such a focused state that it was becoming a concern.

"It's not a hookup." Jere admitted. "It's Y/n."

Suddenly, that name peaked Belly's interest. She leaned closing, placing her elbows on the kitchen island as she watched the boy carefully, "What about her?" She prompted.

"I went to her for advice, as I always do, and now I can't get it out of my head. She was explaining how for love, you need a spark, an emotional connection, safety..." He stopped there, ever so stunned by his recent realisation.

"And?" Belly pushed on, one brow raised.

Jeremiah sucked in a breath, not making eye contact with either of them as he said, "She basically just described everything I feel for her."

He looked at his brother and his best friend. It was silent. At least for a moment as he took in their unreadable expressions; were they stunned? Embarrassed? Futile? Then, breaking the silence came Conrad's laugh. "You have a crush on Y/n, great." He shook his head. "It took you long enough."

Jere's brows instantly furrowed as he straightened his back, "What? How did you-" He couldn't get his words out.

Conrad looked to Belly, "Come on, back me up. It was obvious."

Jeremiah looked to his friend and Belly could only shrug. "It sort of was." She agreed. "But, now you know, you can ask her out!" Excitement was painted on her words. Belly had been waiting for this for almost longer than yourself.

"I can't do that. She's- She's Y/n. She's my best friend. It'd be weird." The idea was so foreign that it was unbelievable.

"She's your best friend who you're in love with!" Belly argued. "Think about it, please."

With that, she and Conrad left Jeremiah to his thoughts. Once more, you never left his mind. He had been trapped.

For weeks, it was all he could think about. He'd gaze across the other side of the pool at you. Shades covering your eyes as you bathed in the sunlight. There he was daydreaming of everything you would do as a couple. Granted, it was pretty much the same as how things were now, only littered with kisses and hugs and greater smiles than either of you had ever made before.

It came to the point where he was just bursting to tell you. But he waited. He had to wait until the right moment. He couldn't do it by the pool, with Steven and Belly watching. He would wait for the perfect moment. And when the group of you arrived at a local party, he knew maybe tonight would be the night.

A few drinks down, he caught you by yourself. You had wandered to the backyard, sitting on the stairs that led to the porch. He lingered by the patio door, watching you as you sat alone for a moment. Your curious expression was emphasised by the fairy lights which tangled over the wooden fencing, flashing pinks and purples across your cheeks.

You didn't even know Jeremiah was there until he came and sat next to you, your shoulders nudged up against the others. "Enjoying the party?" A smooth smile hung from his lips as he grasped the red solo cup in his hand.

You nodded and glanced over at him, "Yeah, yeah, just needed a break." You excused.

Jere smiled, looking back through the patio doors and the booming party he could still overhear. "That's understandable." He gazed back at you and fell, once more, into your eyes.

"What about you?" You nudged his shoulder playfully. "You're never one to miss a moment from a party. Shouldn't you be looking for Luke? Or, or Abi!" You spat out their names as they flooded back into your memory. You had lost count of all the people Jere had hooked up with.

His smile faulted at the mention of their names, "Erm, no, no. I actually ended things with both of them." He admitted.

"Oh, why?" You raised a brow. "Ended up telling them the truth?"

"No, no." He answered before he looked to the ground, licked his lips and questioned if this was the moment. Something in his mind said fuck it, and he did. "But it was actually because of something you said." Jeremiah couldn't tear his eyes away from you as that curiosity built on your expression once again. "When you were explaining it to me, everything that love made you feel, all the sparks and the connections. That you should feel safe with them but it should be exciting all the same. Well," He took a breath and ran with it. "You're the only person that makes me feel that way."

The air soon became thick with Jeremiah's words as they floated around your mind. This was Jere, your friend, your best friend. The one who had talked non-stop about her and him all while you were nothing but a bystander. Yet, here you were, sitting away from the party the boy was usually the centre of as he professed his love. And you could never deny your feelings in that it wasn't reciprocated.

This time, it was your turn to look to the ground, lick your lips and say: Fuck it. "Jere, I can't deny that you aren't utterly brilliant. I mean, you're incredibly beautiful, and you know it. You're charming and comedic, you bring a room to life. And I love being at your side for all of that, I want to be there in the future too." You took a breath, wondering if your next words were about to ruin that smile that was glued to his lips. "But, it's because I want that, that I want to be your friend. Just your friend." Like that, the smile dissipated. "I can't be some other hookup that you start complaining about because they get too attached, or too clingy. I won't let that be me."

He jumped to take your hands in his. What used to be a simple gesture between the two of you, had suddenly become complicated and you questioned if you should let go. "That's not what you are to me. I would have already tried that on you if that was what I wanted, trust me." He admitted. "This isn't me asking you to kiss me, or to have sex with me or whatever I do nowadays. I'm sat here asking you to be my girlfriend."

The word had been said. It was in the air and it was up to you what you did with it.

And so, you tightened your grip on his fingers and said, "I want you Jere and I trust that you want me to." From there, you leaned in before he could respond, securing a yes with a kiss.

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Josh Futturman x Reader Headcanons

= Character: Josh Futturman

= Media: Show!Future Man

= Prompt: N/A

= Description: Just !Platonic & !Romantic mixed Headcanons!

= Request: N/A

= Tags: Fluff ! Headcanons, Shy/Awkward Josh, Romantic + Platonic, Established Relationship, Some Comfort + Reader is !GN

= Warnings: None.

= Please Read my INTRO before interacting !

Josh has always struggled to maintain relationships, including ones with friends. Not only because he's incredibly socially awkward, but his escapism within videogames plays a major factor. So, he treasures what he has with you much more seriously than anyone you knew.

Rambles about his games all the time. His interests are something you can never get him to shut up about. Josh is usually into strategies, lore & development, his favorite being "Biowars", which you already knew had quite the reputation for being a challenging videogame.

He's pretty bubbly, especially around you. Josh is an absolute sweetheart and will get flustered at almost anything. His childish personality roots out much more when you're around, mostly because Josh feels more comfortable.

He isn't very open about his feelings, mostly because he's afraid of losing people. Josh desperately wants to be a part of something and refuses to mess it up somehow. Josh, however, is very different when you're opening up. He'll advise, comfort and try to cheer you up. (It's actually crazy how good his advice is sometimes.)

Josh is content with following you anywhere, as long as it doesn't involve his house or hear his parents. If I'm going to be honest, if he's particularly choosing somewhere to lounge, it'd be an arcade. It's a field where he specializes in and he can impress you easily. It's also somewhere he can discard his low self-esteem and indulge in his skills.

Praise is like a drug to Josh. Compliments or any sight of you liking him (or what he's doing), he feels intense dopamine. He really enjoys making people happy.

He's pretty charismatic sometimes, even when he's not trying to be. Josh is usually awkward when directly talking to somebody with a set question or goal in mind, but when he needs to go with the flow, it's much more grounded. With you in mind, Josh is much more relaxed, so he isn't as shy as he is with strangers.

Wouldn't exactly say he's very affectionate, but he wouldn't mind hugging either. Again, Josh is pretty awkward, and I doubt he rarely showcases soft intimacy around anyone (whenever it's platonic or romantic). He would love to do it, but he's very shy. Though, he isn't afraid to try. If you ask, he's perfectly fine with holding your hand or sitting close.

As I mentioned, Josh is very tentative on affection, especially receiving it, but he loves getting his hair and face touched. Dude needs love.

Digs through your trash. He doesn't have any ill intents, but Josh will take time out of his day to scavenge through waste instead of asking you a minor question. I know I mentioned he's very relaxed around you, but Josh definitely overthinks, especially with relationships. He tries his best.

Will cry real tears of joy if you ever give him something. Josh really appreciates gifts, no matter who it's from. Even if it's not game related, he's definitely holding onto it for a while. (Bonus Points If: It's an animal toy, a decoration or handmade.)

Romantically speaking, he enjoys kissing you or indulging in anything sweet. A lot of giggling & sweet talk. Josh isn't very experienced in relationships like this, so he tried to wing it. Needless to say, he probably gets advice from Google images and it's adorable to see him try his best to impress you.

Will always defend you, even if he fails miserably. Absolute trooper.

Josh will one hundred percent get emotional at any piece of film he is watching with you. Especially if it's a game cutscenes and it involves animals.

Huge softie. I don't think Josh can handle saying anything remotely mean to you or reviving it. If he does, expect a flood of apologies.

Can get way into character sometimes, whatever context this is. You know what I'm talking about.

Very clingy. No other words.

Lastly, he'd definitely call you nicknames in the cutest way possible. If he lets you call him "Joshy", you've probably earned the highest pillar of his trust.

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Drabble: Silent Treatment | JJK

Pairing: jungkook x reader Genre: established relationship, angst, fluff Word count: 1.6k Warnings: none

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“You’re so fucking lazy,” you scream, “Do you ever just look around and think to clean up after yourself once in a while?”

You pick up his worn, mahogany sweater off the floor and into the bucket you struggle to carry with only one hand. You resist the urge to chuck it at him, ignoring you with a scoff. 

You weren’t this angry to begin with, but you couldn’t help it after seeing his reaction to you. This was the second fight you’d had, and this has been the worst so far. He wasn’t listening to you at all, and you didn’t know what would make him finally cooperate. 

Though you shouldn’t fuel the flame, you keep nagging at him to get up and pointing out every one of his wrongdoings in the past few weeks. 

“Just give me a few days. You know I always clean on weekends since I don’t have time on weekdays,” Jungkook replies with a serious tone. You can see it in his eyes, his anger building up by the second.

“Well if you don’t have time, then why are you on your phone? Why aren’t you doing anything then?” you rambled.

He groans in response, obviously annoyed that you keep going back and forth with harsh blows.

After you guys dated for a year, you thought it’d be a good idea to start discussing the living situations. When he told you that his landlord was raising their prices, it posed the perfect scenario for you to invite him in.

Jungkook moved in just past a month, and sure, he was fine the first two weeks. He cooked for you, cleaned after himself, and tried his best not to make a mess. But recently, you’ve caught him being such a horrible roommate that now, you couldn’t stop the hurtful words coming out of your mouth. 

“Shut up…” he mutters in a quiet voice, avoiding your confrontation. He wished you hadn’t heard it but when he hears your feet dragging against the floor, he knew you did. 

But you didn’t choose to answer him and instead, you gave him the silent treatment. 

He enjoyed the short while that you left and came back with a vacuum. For the rest of the week, you guys cut off contact with each other, living in the same house but not saying anything. You even went as far as to eat at a different time than usual, just to avoid him. You weren’t giving this up easily– you wanted him to care, needed him to. You wished he found this just as important as you did.

Over the past week, all you focused on was your job. At work, all you thought about was him– it got so bad to the point where your work friends started questioning you about your sanity. You were constantly zoning out and the lack of sleep didn’t help at all. 

You asked for help from one of your friends: Ara. While writing a paper about the company’s statistical reports, you had a welcome visitor come in– just who you were looking for.

“Y/N! I haven’t seen you in a bit,” she whines, “I literally missed you so much.” She almost leaps into your arms as soon as she sees you. At least someone was happy to see you. She hugs you so tight you had to push her away for a bit, trying not to pass out from the lack of air.

“Ara, I missed you…” you pout. She notices the sadness behind your eyes, knowing that you’re not usually this affectionate unless you need it. Ara immediately knew something was wrong from the way you were reacting to her presence– though she couldn’t pinpoint what it was.

You fess up to her about everything, including the words you and Jungkook exchanged. It was pretty harsh, to say the least. Ara understood you, more than anyone else could (except Jungkook of course). 

Her advice to you was to communicate, but it was way harder than it sounded. You couldn’t do it, not now at least.

You tried your best to avoid him by doing literally anything else: going out to work, cleaning, anything. It was pathetic to anyone who wasn't either of you– everyone knew how much both of you guys loved each other, and everyone knows you guys belong to each other. 

You were too stubborn to admit defeat so you waited for Jungkook– who was probably the only person just as stubborn as you, to apologize first. Predictably, it’s been an ongoing problem for more than just a few days.

Whenever it was time to sleep, your heart raced faster than normal beside him. You had already promised yourself not to lean over and kiss him, admire him, or do anything with him as a form of his punishment. But now, it started to feel like your’s. 

Did he even care about you? Did he even miss you?

You hated the way your body couldn’t relax, feeling every nerve pulse throughout your body. You swallow, wondering how long it’ll take you to fall asleep considering your inability to when you’re not embracing something. 

You shifted slightly, missing the way he looked over to you with a worried expression but not having enough courage to do something about it. 

He sighs, turning the other way as well. He decided not to do anything– he was way too exhausted and stubborn to even face you. He wouldn’t know what to say.

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The next morning, you wake up with the house all tidy– clothes in their right place, no food in sight, all the dishes clean, but you can’t seem to find the one who did it. He must’ve gone to school already.

The following days were all the same. He goes to school, then you, then avoids each other all day, then comes home just to sleep facing opposite each other. I was tired, no doubt. 

He’s stubborn and you’re stubborn. You’d think you were a perfect match until something like this comes along. It’s funny, you think. 

At some point, all you wanted to do was be in his embrace. To feel his warmth all over you. Oh, how you wanted to just kiss him all over and play with his hair until he falls asleep.

As you think about how much you miss him, you wonder how much or if he even missed you at all. You look beside you– suddenly feeling an overwhelming amount of sadness. You almost forgot how much you missed him. 

Unintentionally, your shoulders shake as you try your best to keep in your weeps quiet and breaths steady. Streaks of tears drop to your cheeks, entangling with your hair. You struggle to stop your sobs from coming out, covering your mouth and wiping your eyes to make sure Jungkook doesn’t wake up because of you.

It was truly your last straw. You couldn’t handle being away from him anymore. 

“Y/N…” he whispers, concern written all over his face. You freeze, not being able to comprehend anything at that moment. 

Still feeling groggy and dazed from his sleep, he rubs his eyes to see you clearer. Once his eyes set on you, a small rush of panic goes through his veins, worriedness taking over his body. He parts his lips in shock and slowly wraps his arms around you– not quite sure what to do. 

You feel his arms snake to your waist, kissing your head and muttering soft phrases to calm you down. You wallow in his embrace, slightly embarrassed about your outburst that had him waking up late at night. In a way, you felt ashamed of yourself and your feelings, suddenly feeling more insecure about yourself as Jungkook continues to hold you in silence. 

He felt wrong reaching for you when it was obvious he was who you were upset about. He had a clue on what was happening to you– what you were worried about, but he decided to stay quiet and bring it up later when you don’t look as hurt. 

“Baby, I’m so sorry. I love you so much..,” his voice trails off as he starts peppering kisses all over your face. You can tell that he felt extremely guilty just by his voice, and his expression sends confirmation of that. 

At this point, you had already stopped crying out of embarrassment, shame, and even comfort from Jungkook.

“I-I’m sorry too,” you sniffle, “I’m sorry for yelling at you.” 

“I didn’t get the chance to apologize sooner. I..I was just scared that you’d stay mad at me– then I wouldn’t know what to do” he explains nervously. Rubbing your arm comfortingly, he asks you to stay with him. “I’ll listen to you from now on.”

“Jungkook, I love you too. I hate fighting with you,” you confess. He only smiles in response, though you can’t see his face when yours is buried in his chest. You hug him back in return– both of you exchanging loving glances at each other. 

Jungkook kisses you in the temple one last time before closing his eyes and relaxing his body.

In a few minutes, you both fall asleep in each other’s comfort. You missed him so much even though you’ve barely been apart and he feels the same exact way. That definitely wasn’t the last argument you’d have, but it’d be the last one where he’d make you cry. 

Ara was right– all it took was a bit of communication.

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Shut Up, Nerd

A/N: Okay, I was a little late, but I finally made it. This was way easier in middle school when I didn't care as much lol. Lmk what y'all think!

Summary: Reader has never had a party, so Spencer plans a surprise one.

TW: None

Words: 1.8K-ish

“You’ve seriously never had a party before?” Courtney exclaimed, a look of confusion on their face. Courtney and Y/N were sitting at a table in the cafeteria of the Smosh Office. Y/N giggled and rolled her eyes, a blush evident on her face. 

“I swear! Growing up, my family was really poor so we couldn’t afford to throw a party. We would usually just eat whatever dinner the birthday kid wanted,” Y/N explains. “I never felt left out or anything! We just celebrated differently, that’s all.” 

“That’s crazy!” Courtney draws out while Y/N stands up. “That just won’t do!” 

“I have to get back to work, but please don’t plan a party for me, I don’t want you to go out of your way or anything. I’m fine with just grabbing some takeout.” 

Y/N leaves Courtney behind to get back to work. As soon as Courtney can no longer see Y/N, they race across the studio to the Games Pod where Spencer is working. 

“SPENCER!” Courtney exclaims, rushing over to him. 

“What?? Jesus, you’d think the studio was on fire or something.” 

“I have the perfect way for you to impress Y/N!!” Courtney giggles with excitement. 

The crush Spencer had on Y/N was well-known around the studio. Well, to everyone but Y/N. He had made the mistake of telling Courtney about his feelings, who then decided that they were going to play matchmaker. Courtney, over the past few weeks, had been hatching many ideas of Spencer attempting to impress Y/N. Every time he got close, though, he either chickened out or his attempts went right over Y/N’s head. 

“What is it this time, Court?” Spencer sighed. At this point, it felt obvious to him that Y/N didn’t return his feelings. He didn’t want to seem too pushy and risk ruining his friendship with her. 

What nobody knew, however, was that Y/N was just as crazy about Spencer. She always reached out to him first if she wanted to talk to somebody. He was her first choice for anything; sending a meme, asking advice, general work talk, and even lightly gossiping. Spencer always had a listening ear, and that’s what Y/N valued the most. Of course, it also helped that he was wildly attractive, but that’s neither here nor there. 

“Y/N’s never had a birthday party before! If you throw her a party with a ton of things she loves, she’ll definitely know how you’re madly in love with her!” 

“Alright, hold on. I have some feelings for her, I am not ‘madly in love’ with her, yet. Second, does she even want a party? I don’t wanna overtake her day with a bunch of stuff we think she’d like, when the day should be all about her.” Spencer wasn’t sure exactly how he felt, he almost felt split directly down the middle. He felt that she deserved a day where everybody celebrates her, and gives back just as much as she does. However, at the same time, he felt as though she deserved to celebrate the way she wants to. 

“Well, she said that she’d be fine ordering takeout, but I feel like that was just so she didn’t feel like we were being burdened,” Courtney explained. Suddenly an idea came to their head, “Oh! What if we have the party, like, the day before her real birthday, just so she can have the actual day clear for whatever she wants to do?” Courtney left the idea with Spencer and walked back to the sound stage for their next shoot. 

Spencer was lost in thought thinking about party ideas, not noticing that Y/N had come up next to him. 

“You okay?” Y/N prodded. Spencer jumped and snapped his focus to her. 

“Yes, sorry, I was just lost in thought,” he chuckled, nervous that she was reading his mind. She didn’t look convinced. 

“Are you sure? You looked like you were in some kind of trance...” she trailed off, hoping he’d tell her what was going on. 

“I promise,” He seemed much more convincing, “You’d be the first one to know if something was wrong, I tell you everything!” 

Spencer felt like he was lying to her, even though he technically wasn’t. He just wasn’t telling her everything. He turned back towards his laptop and tried to focus on work instead. She seemed satisfied with his answer, so she sat down in a beanbag chair near his desk and scrolled on her phone for a bit. 

“Hey, do you wanna come over on Saturday? I feel like having a movie night,” She asked him. All Y/N wanted to do for her birthday was spend time with Spencer. She loved all her friends equally, but Spencer was her favorite. 

“For your birthday?” Spencer turned away from his screen to ask. Y/N blushed lightly. 

“You remembered that?” 

“Of course I remember, dork. Is that what you want to do for your birthday?” 

“Do you think it’s weird if I don’t have a party?” Y/N felt shy. 

“No! It’s your birthday, you should be able to spend it however you want to,” Spencer told her, truthfully, while looking deep into her eyes. He could get lost in her beautiful eyes. Sometimes on particularly hard nights, he found comfort in imagining looking into her eyes. 

“Thank you, Spencer. I wanna have a party, I just also want to have a chill time with some friends too, y’know?” 

“I get that completely,” Spencer started to turn back to his computer again, feeling better about planning her a surprise party. 

Three days passed extremely quickly, and soon Spencer was setting up the last of the decorations for Y/N’s party. He decided to have the party at Courtney and Shayne’s and disguise it as a movie night, which was technically not a lie as there were movies playing. He had a bunch of her favorite movies all queued up and set at a low volume, her favorite foods and snacks ordered, and her favorite songs were ready to be played. All that was left was her favorite people. Everybody at Smosh was invited, both cast and crew, and mostly everybody had made it. Spencer had finally put the finishing touches on the party when he heard his name being called 

“Spencer!” Courtney exclaimed. They jogged toward Spencer through the crowd of people. “Y/N’s on her way, she just texted me, so we have, like, ten minutes before she gets here” 

Spencer nodded and turned away trying to get to higher ground so everyone could hear him. He waited about five minutes before making the announcement, “Hey! Y/N’s getting here in five minutes so everyone find a place to hide!” 

The Smosh family scrambled around for hiding spots and Spencer turned out the lights. There was a timid knock on the door, and Spencer went to answer it.  

“Hey!” Spencer greeted, fiddling with his jacket and obviously nervous. 

“Hey. Is everything okay, Spencer? Why is it so dark in there?” Y/N giggled, anxiously, wondering if she was missing something. 

“Everything’s fine, come in!” Spencer managed to regain his confidence. 

As soon as Y/N stepped through the door, the lights flipped on and a loud ��SURPRISE!!” rang throughout the house. Y/N couldn’t stop the grin on her face from breaking out. This explained why Spencer was so nervous all week. 

“Oh my God, guys, this is incredible!” She gushed. This was truly one of the nicest things anyone had ever done for her. The music kicked on, and everyone gave greetings and pulled Y/N in different directions. She managed to make eye contact with Spencer from across the room. She mouthed “thank you,” and he smiled and nodded. She turned back to the party, as Angela and Chanse pulled her out to the dance circle that had formed in the backyard. 

As the party raged on, Y/N began to feel a bit overwhelmed and managed to find a quiet spot with no one around. She let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding as she sat down. 

“Aren’t you supposed to be enjoying your party? Courtney and I put a lot of work into it,” Spencer ribbed as he came to sit next to her. 

“This really is incredible Spencer; I don’t even begin to know how to thank you. And Courtney.” 

“It was nothing, Y/N. You deserved a party,” Spencer bumped her shoulder with his. 

“Spencer?” 

“What’s up?” 

“Why did you do all of this for me?” Y/N was attempting to look into his eyes, but Spencer stayed looking forward. 

“Obviously because I love to party.” Spencer jokingly rolled his eyes. Spencer hated parties; he just loved his friends who loved parties. She lightly smacked his arm and clicked her tongue. Spencer chuckled and a silence overtook them. 

“Truthfully?” Spencer still refused to look at her. 

“Of course, truthfully.” 

Spencer took a deep breath. “I think you are, truly, one of the kindest souls I’ve ever met. You deserve to have the nicest things, and the nicest friends. You deserve to have a day where everyone celebrates you, because you spend so much time celebrating everyone else. 

“I think about you all the time. You’re funny, smart, beautiful, and so kind. Every time that I go home after I hang out with you, I’m just thinking about how much I can’t want to see you again. You take up all the memory space in my brain. I have real feelings for you, and every day it feels like I fall a little deeper.” Spencer let out a sigh of relief after pouring his heart out. 

Y/N was stunned to silence. She had no idea he felt the same way. 

“It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way. I’m not going to ruin our friendship over some-” Spencer was interrupted by Y/N’s lips crashing against his. She had both her hands on either side of his face and was pulling him in as close as he could get. The surprise faded and Spencer quickly kissed her back. He slowly snaked his arms around her waist and scooted his body even closer to hers. They pulled away when they ran out of breath. 

“Sorry, I should’ve asked first, that wasn’t cool.” 

“Y/N, I’ve been dreaming about doing that for months. It’s cool,” Spencer explained, with heaving breaths. He pulled her back in for a, much softer, long kiss. The kiss was slower, but somehow more passionate. His arms looped around Y/N’s waist to hug her as close as possible. 

They pulled away and stared into each other’s eyes for a moment. Y/N sighed happily and placed her head on his chest. Spencer kissed the top of her head, softly. 

“Happy birthday, honey,” Spencer hugged her a little tighter. 

“Actually my birthday is tomorrow...” 

“Shut up, Nerd.” 

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Bet on it ( Bradley Bradshaw x reader ) part 7

summary : y/n meets up with jake and bradley as she is waiting she runs into her boss and well the boys don't like him much .. they agree to help only to show up and help with making the party favors and the posters to get the kids more engaged while the whole time bradley comes to a realisation that makes him change his plans altogether.

warnings : not many slight angst but other than that it's grand

previous part

Of course  this would happen , of course the universe wanted to throw her into the situation that was going to be awkward as hell  . marcus couldn’t look at her and when he did he was like a wounded puppy .  she honestly would of flown out different ones if he had kept his mouth shut  or if her dad knew anyone else that was stationed and none were aviators .  of course when she got home there was flowers waiting for her at the door  , she felt the tears falling down her face , why was it all happening to her .  the time she thinks she can heal  and once again back in her life but it was different now it wasn’t so back and forth thing that she could handle it was fact her  heart was truly shattered this time and it wasn’t getting the chance to mend . each time she saw their faces the small pieces that would mend would fall right apart.  Now she was looking down at her phone ready to put herself in that position where she knew if it wasn’t how excited the kids would be , she wouldn’t be going through with it . 

“ she wants to meet up “ jake looked down at his phone in disbelief  at the words on his phone wanting to pinch himself to see if he wasn’t day dreaming. 

“ when , where” bradley stood almost falling over the coffee table of their  AIR BNB  . 

“ tonight that bar , you think she might hear us out ?” he asked softly  the guilt of it all taking it toll on the blonde he never meant to hurt her this band , break her trust .  hell break ups hurt less than this . 

“ i don’t know man i really don’t i screwed it all up i should of never done the stupid bet … i never should of said those things back then either , honestly i don’t even know why she agreed to love me and once more i screw it all up “ he scoffed still so angry with himself , chance after chance and he blew them all. He knew he wasn’t worthy or even close to it but that love was too strong , that need for her was burning through him  and if he could even get a sliver of a chance to be in her life again he was going to take it .  

“ we ain’t wasting it so let her talk and get it out  i mean she won’t listen not when she has points to make so let her talk , she stubborn as you but once she gets it out she will at least listen . i’m not saying she will forgive so don’t get hopes up she might just be meeting to tell us to fuck off too “ jake explained . 

“ how come you both never .. .you know” rooster asked. 

“ i love her , i love her alot but not that kind of love if that make sense , she first person to see jake then hangman , she listens  , gives advice  and on shitty days she’d make my momma’s  pie just to cheer me up “ he smiled , a pained smile rooster never seen on the usually ego filled cocky blondes face .  

Sitting in the bar was sort of well shit , the bartender gave her a free drink and sympathetic smile which was just great .  eyes scanning around  looking at different groups  all there for different reasons. Happy couples celebrating anniversaries or families celebrating their kids or just life in general .  so lost in the people watching , she wasn’t aware of the new body beside her til she turned to see her boss sitting in the seat just inches from her . 

“ Dr. mitchell it’s good to see you “ he smiled completely different from what  he was like at the hospital  almost relaxed in a sense . 

“ please call me y/n “ she smiled back although hers were force. 

“ are the rest of our team here  am i crashing some casual meeting ?” he asked looking around . 

“ oh no sir , i’m meeting with the aviators to well ..know” she nodded uneasy eyes scanning the room . 

“  please call me jack less of the sir “

“ ok si..jack sir  .. sorry “ she snorted . 

“ you came highly recommended out of all the candidate honestly in all the years of the programme we never had such a praise of skill from your work to your bedside manner “ he smiled wider. 

“ well it’s been my dream since i was little i mean helping people get better and helping those that can’t so it’s not so scary you know?” . 

“ well i look forward to what else you can do ? .. i better let you get to it  enjoy your night y/n “ he winked heading off his hand on her shoulder lingering bit longer before he left completely .  as she looked up to see both aviators looking at her boss figure heading into the crowd. 

“ stop glaring” she rolled her eyes as she flagged down the bartender . 

“ who’s that guy” bradley being the first to break the silence . 

“ not that its any of your business but that is my boss  , lets just get table i’m hungry “ she got off the stool before walking towards the dinning section . 

“ bit close to your boss “ he mumbled making her head turn to him .

“ nothing is going on like that and even if it was i’m an adult and i’m single “ she growled. 

“ keep it together bradshaw” jake hissed. 

“ sorry “ he winced and yet he couldn't shake off the jealous feeling in stomach . 

“ so you’re wondering why  i called you right ?” she asked as they both nodded . “ well thanks to marcus he suggested that you come see the kids and said boss wants me to make it happen and as much as i would rather pretend you both don’t exist well its hard to when you keep reminding me “ she rolled her eyes . 

“ we will do it,  not a problem “ rooster spoke up . 

“ do this were even i’ll forgive you and you can go back and stop trailing me around like worlds worse stalkers which honestly bob would do a better job” she scoffed. “  i will forgive but it’s gonna take me awhile to forget maybe in time we can be friends again but that’s it friends nothing more  , nothing less but you need to give me time  you both really hurt me and honestly  being mad and sad is taking too much out of me so do this , go home and let me heal in peace please “ she said a lot more softly .

“ you know it was never set up to hurt you right , it was never meant to make you feel like a joke or anything” rooster looked at her. 

“ i might see it in time but at the moment i can’t all i can see is the two people i cared most for hurt me majorly and seeing you both here keeps making that pain resurface “ she sighed . 

“ i only did it to help you both my intentions were pure darling and i miss you so much that i cried like a lot in front of him “ jake said even she couldn’t help laugh at that. 

“ he did to be honest i think our leave was only approved to stop us “ bradley snorted . 

“ wait how long is the leave ?” she asked . 

“As long as we could get you to talk to us even if it did take up the whole 30 days “ jake shrugged. 

“ wait about going home for christmas “ . 

“ i could do christmas at the base or with him” he said. 

“ oh  .. well it’s in two days meeting the kids and stuff i’ll make the poster boards and stuff just show up and then well tell them the non classified  goodstuff “ she nodded as the trio went quiet once more. 

“ this is place is cool i mean its not san diego but..” 

“ yeah i think i might stay here after the two years you know start fresh  , you don’t need to worry i already told my dad” she barely looked up at the two . 

“ that explains why ?  “ jake mumbled . “ well if it what you truly want darling i’m .. we’re happy  for you” he smiled . 

“ we are?” bradley heart fell into his stomach til he saw jakes wink. “ of course we are if it make you happy then well we are “ he covered quickly. 

“ ok lets just leave it at this i can get food later … myself so stop sending shit to my place  my neighbor said thanks for the flowers  by the way “ she stood . 

“ so your boss ?” rooster asked. 

“ is my boss  nothing more  and again if it was more none of your business “  she walked out as they followed. 

 “ lets us atleast walk you home “ jake offered . 

“ its dangerous for a woman to walking alone through the city” bradley added . 

“ i think i liked it better when you two didn’t work together” she rolled her eyes . 

“ y/n you leaving ?” a voice called . 

“ yes um sir i mean jack .. these are the aviators i was telling you about they agreed to visit the kids put on big show “ she smiled weakly . 

“ nice to meet you both .. listen i live a block or two away from you would you like to walk together ?” he asked .

“ we already… “ 

“ i’d love to thank you jack … i’ll send you both the details and see you then “ she turned walking off with her boss . 

“ i don’t like that guy “ rooster glared . 

“ for once i will agree with you chicken something up with that guy “ jake nodded. 

Of course she was spending her day off getting supplies from local craft store ready to make up signs  add something to the experience making little medals for the kids to be given out . 

She got some clips from her dad and nat to show on a projector too really make up for the lack of show and impress the board members that where going to be there . she supposed that was why her boss suddenly friendly shift to her . even when he walked her home he talked to her like an equal like a friend would which was honestly refreshing considering how rough of start she had .  maybe he was just seeing if she was as good as her recommendations stated. It also confused her how welcoming the two aviators were to her staying in new york  was , she was sure that was going to get a rise out of the two and yet they fully supported it unless they said it to make her happy but then again she wasn’t sure if she actually knew them anymore but in all said and done she missed them , really missed it wishing she could get past the betrayal to have them in her life .  she was so lost in her thoughts til the door knocked and she rushed to open it only to see them both standing there . 

“ we wanna help with the stuff “ bradley blurted out . 

“ it’s all i brought coffee” jake added holding up the take away tray . 

“ ok come in but once it’s done well go “ she nodded moving out of the way  . 

“ where can we start i’m great with cutting “ 

“ stack over there , you can paint the poster boards “ she gave a little smile as they two instantly started on their tasks.

The three barely spoke, not much that could be said that wasn’t said before so if she was giving them this they would take it . they would take the silence to be in her presence  , listen to her orders of what to do . anything she said it that moment was their sole mission because it was a step of getting her back in their life.  Yet he notice how uncomfortable she was , almost making sure to keep her distance  both physically and mentally . 

“ so where are you both staying ?” she asked  . 

“ just a little place twenty minutes from here … this place is wow” .

“ yeah its never stopping  i do miss the beach i mean the beaches here are nothing like back home” she smiled weakly. “ but i can get my fill when i visit .. i mean here i got everything else and working a head  to better goals  that’s why tomorrow you gotta be on your A game i mean it , the board is also gonna be there so i mean big boys with big pockets “ she added .

“ yeah we’ll blow their socks off plus the social media cry out will help , how did you get that clearance by the way “ jake asked .

“ i got my ways  big people in big place plus navy helping out sick kids helps them to so win for all” she shrugged. 

 “ this apartment is great very spacious “ bradley smiled . 

“ no memories either” she whispered so low but he heard her , he heard the words as they were directly jammed into his guilt ridden heart . 

“ hope your happy here , honestly i do “ was all he said standing and leaving it all felt hopeless , maybe it was better if he did let go , he hurt her too much to the point she went cross to whole other state to be free from him . 

“ i guess i’ll see you tomorrow “ she called . 

“ yup and i’ll be gone by the afternoon  i’ll give you what you want after that “ he waved. How could he make it better , how uneasy his presence alone made her , how every time she looked at him it wasn’t of love it was of pain maybe this was what they both needed that closure of knowing it was truly done  that need to fight was fading as one  of giving her peace was stronger . 

“I’ll see you tomorrow darling just let us know when to be there” jake stood wondering what the sudden shift , the sudden change . 

“ will do “ she nodded opening the door as he walked out , he got to the lobby on for him to see rooster sitting head in his hands . 

“ i really fucked this up man i’m hurting her more being here “ he broke completely the realisation and the gravity of it all to much .  “ i love her more than i could love anyone else and i  fucked it up every bit of happiness is gone before i can fully enjoy it” he sniffled . 

“ your not fighting?” jake asked. 

“ i’m done fighting , fighting to keep her in my life when all i do is break her heart i love her too much to do that i love her too much to cause more pain … i love her to let her move on and find happiness” he sighed .

“ even if it’s with that douche doctor” jake asked. 

“ once he doesn’t hurt her i mean hell he probably treat her better than i ever did “ .

“ so we’re really going back tomorrow huh?” 

“ we have to let her get on with life maybe even get to have her as a friend  at  some point “ he nodded as he hope it would help  ,  even if it killed him to let her go well he would do it to make her never cry over him again .

next part

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[thehollowwriter]

Ok so since i love sad but bad boys i'm gonna ask blaze for your event-

How about reader(gender neutral or fem your choice) who is blaze's childhood friend and tries to make him realize what his mother wants is not what he wants

Thank you! (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞

Hi! Sorry for the late reply! Yaaay a Blaze ask <3

Warnings: None. Word count: 520

(Pls reblog and leave a comment ♥️)

Art by @/moonyasnow

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Blaze sat on one of the rocks closest to the shimmering water of the sea, throwing and catching a smooth, circular rock as he stared at the horizon. It was painted with beautiful purples and oranges as the sun gradually dipped down to welcome the night, giving Blaze at least something to appreciate on this shitty shitty day.

"You should get in," you said to him from your spot within the water, your tail flicking back and forth happily. "The water's wonderful."

"No." Blaze muttered. He didn't feel like changing forms right now. It was such an exhausting process.

An awkward silence reigned for a moment. Blaze kept throwing and catching his rock. Eventually, you spoke. "Your mom again?"

Blaze didn't answer for a while. He stopped throwing the rock and stared at it, turning it over in his hands.

"...I didn't get a main role in our theatre production." He growled out after a while, his voice softer and rougher than usual. "Not even a side character. I'm... 'too wooden'. Mom says she's wasting money and time on me if this is what she gets back for all those acting lessons..." He put his head in his hands. "I'm tyring. I'm trying so hard, but she just doesn't care. Now she wants me to do lessons and advice from Vil fucking Schoenheit."

You didn't say anything for a while. The same string of thoughts you always had every time Blaze mentioned acting flooded through your mind.

'You shouldn't have to be an actor,' you wanted to say, 'Do what you want. Don't you want to choose what to do with your life?'

You rarely did, though. He got so upset every time. But a question on the tip of your tongue escaped before you could stop it.

"Blaze," you said before you could stop yourself. "Is acting what you really want to do? It's more your... your mom's wishes than your own."

Blaze glanced at you, then threw his rock. It skipped across the water before sinking below the waves and into the ocean's depths.

"Of course it's what I want!" He hissed venomously. "I don't even like Alchemy that much. It's just an interesting subject!"

You drew in a breath, refraining from pointing out that you never mentioned alchemy.

"But you don't like acting either." You insisted. "You always hate going to classes. You said you wanted to be in a different club too-"

"Because I hate hearing Vil talk like he's all that when his daddy's money gave him everything! I would like it if that bastard wasn't there!"

You grinded your teeth. "Blaze, you've never been happy about anything to do with acting. You don't like acting. This isn't what you want, Blaze, it's your mom who-"

"Will you shut up?" Blaze hissed. "I'm going to be an actor, and I'm to be Vil Schoenheit levels of famous! You can either support me like a good friend should or get lost."

There was a long pause.

"Okay, well," you said, hiding your hurt. You picked up a smooth circular stone of your own and threw it in the same direction as Blaze threw his. It only skipped a few times before sinking. "Best of luck."

A heavy silence reigned between the both of you. You stared at Blaze. You stared at his face, the way his jaw set in a grimace, and the way his eyes seemed to water.

He could do so much more, be so much more, but he didn't want to. Or he didn't think he could. It hurt to see. But you stayed silent.

You disappeared into the water and left Blaze to sit on his rock. Alone.

-End

A/N: I hope you enjoyed reading! Blaze is a bit mean, sorry :(

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[schrijverr]

The Hearts of Gotham 4

Chapter 4 out of 7

Bruce makes the Justice League believe he has two hearts and is a manifestation of Gotham’s night to throw them off his secret identity, not trusting them. When the sound system breaks, he doesn’t come clean, but lies instead that he split into two to make Robin. From there it spirals as all the Robins make the lies grow and twist it in their own ways, until the truth comes out.

This fic is based on this post and inspired by Bouncing Baby Bat, or so the Justice League is led to believe... by EmpressGeek.

On AO3.

Ships: none

Warnings: Tim's self esteem issues

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Chapter 4: How Tim Tied It All Together

When Tim becomes Robin, Batman is no longer who he used to be. He is still paranoid of course, but he also grief stricken, angry, yet withdrawn. A shell of the Batman he once was.

He doesn’t want to introduce Tim to the Justice League at first. Wants to just tear the whole thing down and yell that he doesn’t want to do this anymore. That he just lost his son. That he’s had enough. That it’s not funny anymore. That it was never funny to start with.

However, whenever he tries to say something. He can’t. The words get stuck in his throat and all he can picture is Jason’s face as he whispered: ‘Are we- Are we pranking the Justice League?’ And he just can’t.

Bruce knows he has to introduce Tim to them, so that they know who they’re calling should something happen to him out there. But he still drags his feet about how he wants to do this.

A part of him wants to say fuck it and just tell them that there’s a new kid and that he’s been lying, too tired to care. But another part of him knows that then there will be questions, about the other Robins, if they were just kids too. And he’ll have to sit there and explain to Clark and Diana that he let his kid get killed. That he wasn’t on time to save him.

So, he shuts that first part of himself up and briefs Tim on what the story is and why he is meeting the League and when.

When Tim hears, he know this is important. The Robins before him have met the League and it is part of a bigger cover towards them.

Tim’s young mind whirls quickly, finding it logical that Batman has this added layer between him and the League. They operate differently and he knows how dangerous the League can be, the contingencies that Batman has made should it be necessary. Having a small human link, is a weakness to be exploited, so shrouding it in myth, makes it harder to do that.

It’s smart and he won’t let Batman down.

He knows Jason’s death is still a very sore wound, that is not likely to heal soon – it’s the whole reason he’s here – and that there is a wedge now between Batman and Dick. So, he doesn’t ask for advice from either of them and looks to the footage of the meetings with the old Robins and the Justice League in his own time, studying their interactions to prepare himself.

Thus, there is a drag to his feet as he quietly follows Batman into the Watchtower for the first time, the shoes he’s wearing still feeling too big to ever fill.

They enter a big room with a table, around which all the Justice League members are sitting. A few start to greet Batman, but they quickly also start to greet him. Seeing a new Robin is no longer a novelty to them and they are ready to welcome this newcomer.

“Hello, you must be the new Robin,” Superman floats over to shake his hand. “I’m Superman, nice to meet you.”

“I am. It’s nice to meet you too,” Tim says, trying to shake Superman’s hand the way Dick did.

Diana is also there, shaking his hand as they exchange introductions. She comments: “If I may ask, your predecessor was Robin shorter than the one before him. What city called for a hero? I have not heard of a new name popping up recently.”

Batman’s jaw tenses as most look to him for answers now, having notices his change in demeanor when the second Robin was mentioned.

Tim knows from his observations of the tapes that it is Robin, who gives the answers, while Batman stands quietly. So, he softly speaks up: “The second Robin was taken by the wrong parts of Gotham.”

The heroes that stand around them pause, some turning pale. Diana gasps: “No. He- He can’t die, can he?”

“He can be lost,” Tim answers, watching how Batman’s hands clench, hoping he won’t be too mad for all he’s about to say. “Not all his pieces returned home. The city gives us shape and life, but we can also be taken by it.”

As he talks, he calls back on as much as what Jason said, since he is the one that solidified the lore of the Robins. He created the means to be interchanged. And Tim is going to do his favorite hero proud.

“When he became Robin, the moon was waxing. Now the moon is waning,” Tim says. “Gotham is getting dark now. The light is less big. I’m less big.”

He is actually pretty close to Jason’s age when he started, but he knows that he’s smaller than average. If he calculated right, he can pass for at least two years younger. It fits with the story he’s creating for his Robin, a lesser version of those before him. The Robin to a grimmer Batman and a less bright Gotham.

Everyone is now looking worried and that’s good. Tim wants the League to be a little bit worried, so that they’ll keep a closer eye on Batman. He needs everyone to keep him on the rails while he processes and this way Tim is subtly enlisting help.

However, he also memorized what Jason said about Batman changing and how that means something has happened. He doesn’t need them to worry so much that they’ll come into Gotham unannounced.

So, he gives them a smile, hoping it will be close to what the other Robins did. Unintentionally, it’s as creepy as Dick’s smile had been.

“Don’t worry,” he says, maybe a bit on the nose, but, oh well, he doesn’t do improv theater. “The night is still the same, the light is just less, so there is more darkness to make up Batman. He’s working on it. We both are. We’ll get used to our way of being Batman and Robin as we are now.”

That is apparently Batman’s limit.

A hand comes down on Tim’s shoulder, it’s heavy, but Tim doesn’t react. He is used to Batman’s more brisk forms of connection, how he’s grown more distant than how he was with Jason. Tim gets it, he’s not his son, just a placeholder.

“Let’s go to the Cave, Robin,” Batman says and he doesn’t crack on the name. Progress. “They’ve met you now.”

“Oh, don’t go yet, Batman,” Flash tries to go for a little more lighthearted as he attempts to get Batman to stay. They likely all noticed how he’s been around less.

Diana nods, saying gently: “Yes, there is no need to hurry home.”

Batman looks like he might be convinced, but then J’onn adds: “We can help you look out for Robin,” and that is the wrong thing to say, Tim knows it as he hears it.

Had Batman gotten help from the Justice League, Jason could have lived. Had Batman thought to call out, Tim might not be standing here.

“No, Gotham needs us,” he tells them instead and a part of Tim hopes that there is an Arkham outbreak so that Batman can punch out a little more of his grief and their cover will be strengthened more.

It’s the only time, Tim meets the Justice League as Robin. He never trains with them, never convinces Batman to take him with him to the Watchtower again. He meets them, because it is necessary and never again until he’s Red Robin.

As Red Robin, Tim truly grows into the lore that they’re creating, managing to find ways to use it to his advantage.

By then the Robin mantle has ping ponged around and Tim has mourned how he’s been forced to give up being Robin. It wasn’t easy, but it’s what has to be done and he’s always done it. Besides, he quite likes his mantle as Red Robin now.

And he doesn’t mind tricking his teammates either. Out of all of them, he’s the one that has the worst of B’s paranoia, so having this makes him feel more in control about what they do and don’t know about him. It’s a safety measure.

He is also gleeful to discover that he can use it to get his way and Dick can’t get on his case about it, because then he’ll give the whole thing away.

“Don’t worry,” he tells them when they look at him with concern. “My body doesn’t react the same as yours to caffeine, this is totally safe.”

“It’ll be safer for me to go alone,” he lies another time. “As a manifestation, it’s less likely that this demon thing will kill me. It’ll be worse if you’re there.” Like he doesn’t just think they’re all shit negotiators and he’s better off without them in the background to ruin things.

Little things that make leading his team easier for him. Making so he doesn’t have to explain himself or apologize for his bad habits. It’s quite a nice change of pace and he doesn’t mind in the slightest.

As a little bit of pettiness to the demon spawn that has taken his spot after Steph, he tells those that ask that one Robin wasn’t enough anymore for the beast that is Gotham. In a dire hour of need, he had handed over in some Robin parts, but not all, he had evolved and a new one had grown. The two of them having to run around to balance Gotham again.

It can’t be further from the truth, they don’t work together well and while Gotham is still a dark entity, two Robins can nearly be considered overkill. Especially when you know of all the other heroes that run around, still in the shadows.

However, he doesn’t care about the truth much. Let everyone think that he is the evolved Robin, that he grew, that he still matters to Gotham. Let them think that Damian is the Robin, who couldn’t do it by himself, who needed an extra hand.

Tim is used to twisting the narrative until he makes sense, until no one wonders how he is the one who made it here. He has always had big shoes to fill, let someone else carry that burden for a change.

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A/N:

Okay, promise only happy vibes again after this one, but Tim is just a bit of a sad character, especially when he just became Robin and when he had to hand over the mantle again (though the latter has been all Robins), so it was a little difficult to make it happy. I tried, didn’t work out.

[ochrearia]

Welcome to I use promises of RGBFverse drabbles to convince Keyy and Karl to finish their BF refs. Keyy did it so this was the result LEL

BFs in this drabble: fc!BF (Boyf, Keyy's), Yourself

“So… you been doing well lately?” Jesus christ, how was he being awkward with his literal self? Every time one of them came to visit his mysterious and intimidating front only crumbled more. But what the fuck was YS supposed to say? Out of all of them he felt like he’d talked to Boyf the least. And it was still begrudgingly anxiety-inducing to talk to him after that one issue. It didn’t feel very fair, the other had done his best to apologize. YS was trying his best not to be so nervous. Guilt still liked to taunt him though.

“I didn’t take you for the kind of guy to try too hard. That’s what my Pico is for.” Boyf thought teasingly, looking at him with a smirk. “Yeah, better than when you’d first popped up in my mirror at least. Still a lot of things to work on. But, better.”

“That’s good then.” YS replied, rubbing his thumbs over each other awkwardly. Fuck, he really was trying too hard, and it was painfully obvious. So much for giving the vibe he knew everything. None of them were going to respect him when he was acting like a bumbling idiot. “Sorry, not really sure how to hold a conversation when I’m not giving out advice.”

“Well that’s obvious. Most of us aren’t extroverts anyways. Talking isn’t really my thing either. You can hear why.”

YS sighed, rubbing his arm with a hand. Embarrassing and nervous. Was this really what these idiots reduced him to? He used to be commanding and tough. Scaring people into listening to him. Who the fuck was going to listen to an awkward and anxious slenderman wannabe?

“Dude, you’re thinking so hard I can hear the sparks flying out of your skull. Chill out, I don’t bite! Well, I don’t bite mostly. Different story for a person named Pico.” Boyf grinned, seemingly elated that Yourself was almost scared of him.

YS narrowed his eyes, knowing he was being messed with and there was little he could do to contest it. It wasn’t often that he found himself wordless but one of the biggest situations he’d had while the other BFs were around involved him going completely nonverbal in the first place. Maybe he just didn’t want to mess up again. It wasn’t easy to undo the ideas a toxic thought could put into your head. Always in the back of his mind, that being around the others was only hurting them. Being originally rejected by your own selves had to be an entire can of worms he was going to have to unpack eventually…

A frown settled on Boyf’s face as YS continued to think in silence. He turned to face his body properly in the taller’s direction, tilting his head a little before extending his arms after a few seconds. “Come here you dumbass.”

Yourself blanched. “Uh- huh? Why?”

“Because I am not as stupid as everyone thinks and I can recognize the fallout of my bad choices. You’re still nervous around me because of what I said and I don’t want that anymore. I’m showing you it’s okay. Now get over here.”

YS’s skin prickled with regret at the first sentence, remembering with a static shock that that was another thing with this instance. Still accidentally hurting them even if it was mild. Though since when did he have such a high standard, believing he had to be absolutely perfect? Oh right, after she’d-

He was pulled into a hug. He’d taken too long to respond, again. He tended to do that lately, so lost in thought with things out of his control. Boyf was determined though, choosing. Making his own decisions. Good for him. Though it was still puzzling for YS as to why Boyf was choosing to forgive him, considering he hadn’t even forgiven himself for still existing.

“I know the magic used to let me hear your thoughts is gone this time, and you’re just using the magic you have to hear me. But I can take a guess as to what you’re thinking right now. Shut up, by the way. I don’t care about your ‘advice’ on how to handle my opinion of you. Mainly because it’s fake. You clearly still think I hate you when I never actually did.” Boyf continued, wrapping his arms around the other’s back tightly. “Obviously an apology wasn’t enough to convince you. I get that, I see more value in actions too. Saying something is one thing, especially if the person saying it doesn’t change their actions. Goes both ways.”

Yourself sighed. “When did you idiots get so smart?”

“None of us are smart. We just know each other because we are each other.”

Well, he couldn’t exactly argue with that. YS let himself succumb to the hug, returning the sentiment of wrapping his arms around Boyf’s back. Warm- oh, stop it brain. What the hell was his deal? He really was getting incredibly soft and it was the fault of his other selves. But… ah, there was just something so nice about hugs. Getting them and giving them too. He let himself tighten his grip slightly, leaning his face into the other’s shoulder. Hah, at least this instance wasn’t completely short. Still shorter than him but not as much as some of the others. He wouldn’t have to break his neck to lean in closer.

“Has anyone told you that you give really good hugs, actually?” Boyf thought out suddenly, leaning heavily into the hug as if he hadn’t been the one instigating it. “I was supposed to be comforting you, why can I only think to get closer? This is some weird magic shit isn’t it?”

“I sure hope not.” YS blurted honestly. “I don’t want people to like me because of magical persuasion. Almost as devastating to me as doing damage when I just want to help…”

“I won’t joke about that again.” Boyf decided on the spot. “You commit to remembering the things that make me uncomfortable. It’s clear that being rejected and liked for invalid reasons is something that makes you uncomfortable. Got it.”

“Talk about trying too hard.” YS deflected, which probably wasn’t the greatest choice of response. Nothing about this was what he was used to. People, caring about him? He was built to care about people. “But… thank you. I’m not used to this.”

“We’ve all turned into a weird family of self-brothers, dude, none of us are used to this. Dumbass move to insist you’d have to know everything.” Boyf insisted knowingly.

“Alright, all of you have gotten too comfortable with calling me a dumbass, I should've put my foot down before this got out of hand.” YS grumbled, but it was instead playful. “I should push you right back through that damn mirror myself.”

“Hey! That’s not very nice.” Boyf replied indignantly. “You wouldn’t actually, would you? I kind of want to keep this hug going for a bit longer…”

YS snorted, gently shaking his head. “Nah, I wouldn’t.” He punctuated his promise with letting his arms get a little tighter.

[screamintoad]

What The Heart Wants

A/n: I don’t think I’ll ever be fully happy with this but eh whatever it’s finished. Take the Sea Treasure comfort/hurt

  The warm atmosphere was a welcome to Agate as she made her way through the mirror portal. She yawned and stretched since the warmer weather made her sleepy, although, she was grateful to Azul for letting her take the day off from work at the lounge. The silver haired male said it was fine because of a new part timer starting out, the poor unfortunate soul.

  Agate waved to the students she passed but lowered her hand when they would either ignore her or give her an odd look. Out of fear or disgust, she couldn’t decipher.

  As she walked into the dorm’s lounge she was happy to see Kalim was already sat down with various board games and puzzles all around him. Soon as his eyes laid on her form his face widened into a bright smile and he scrambled to his feet to meet her halfway.

  Her larger stature made it so he had to be on his tip toes to place a kiss on her cheek, and yet she pulled away further from him. A playful smirk graced her face at his pout. After a moment she chuckled and nuzzled her forehead against his. She wrapped her arms tightly around him, his feet left the ground for a second.

  “How are you, my jewel?” He chimed, he grabbed onto one of her hands and led her to the spot he had set up for them on the floor. “I’m fine, tired from practice but fine.” She replied. Agate laid back on the floor to help ease her back pain. “It took a lot out of you today.” Kalim commented as he set up one of the random board games from the pile. She hummed, “Leona was ruthless, I think Jamil would benefit from playing to get some stress out.”

  After she stretched she sat back up to start playing. But, she noticed Kalim seemed…nervous. “What’s wrong?” She asked, there was no eating around the bush with her. “Don’t worry about it! I’m okay, trust me.” He rolled the dice and moved his peg along the board. Agate raised an eyebrow as she did the same, “I can hear your heart rate.” 

  That wasn’t perfectly true but, she knows when people lie. Kalim looked between her and the board before sighing in defeat. Agate held out one of her hands for him to play with her fingers while he spoke up.

  “The…the head of the Asim family wants to meet you.” He finally admitted. The room fell still. Kalim waited for a reaction but there was none. Agate used her free hand move her peg again. “Speak up!” He urged. This time, she sighed. “It’s normal for partners to meet the others family, I just forgot that you can’t meet my mother so I also forgot that at some point I’ll have to meet your family.” She explained. “You’re not upset? Scared? I know he’ll love you, not as much as me, but still.” He reassured her.

  She waved him off with a laugh, “I know it’ll be okay! Now come on, let’s get back to the game. I’m winning.” He questioned why she’s brushing it off so fast but he didn’t pry. Kalim knows that if something did bother her, Agate would tell him.

  They continued playing games and putting together puzzles for a few more hours. Now Agate dragged herself through monstro lounge to her dorm room. Azul sat at one of the booths with different papers strewn out in front of him. The tweels were debating over something stupid and as soon as she passed they tried to drag her into it. 

  “Agate Agate Agate, who’s right? Me or-“ “None of you now shut up, I have a headache.” She hissed. The trio paused and stared at each other from her tone. “Are you okay?” Azul asked. “Oh I’m just fine, certainly not fuming over having to meet my boyfriend’s father who’s the head of the Asim family when I’m…like this!” She exclaimed. Agate stomped behind the counter and pulled out a drink from the fridge.

  “Ooo she’s getting the apple cider out, she means business.” Floyd attempted to tease her but all he got in return was a glare from everyone. Jade spoke up next, “Word of advice, maybe break it off before your heart gets broken. Remember the old story of the mermaid princess who married a land prince but lived the rest of her life in sadness?” 

  Agate grumbled something under her breath, most likely mocking him. “Word of advice, none of you are helpful.” She said. “I didn’t even say anything! It was them.” Azul pointed at the tweels. She rolled her eyes and walked out of the lounge towards her room.

  The princess was happy with her life on land and her prince. Even if she wasn’t, Agate wasn’t a princess so she could be happy after all. Yet, she was also a monster in many stories.

  In the safety of her room she finally let herself feel upset. “I want to be happy but…can I really leave my home behind?”

[wundergeek]

What does thriving look like when the world (and our brains) are on fire?

My mental health went to completely to shit for the first year of the pandemic, especially after getting locked in my house with my gender made me admit that I was trans. The shit cherry on top: I spent most of 2020 unemployed.

My brain completely shut down for those first four months or so. I spent every available spoon on parenting my kid, and had none left to deal with any of my own shit - which started becoming an equity issue in my marriage the longer my husband had to do all of the cooking and other housework by himself. Which definitely wasn't fair to him!

So I got really intentional about my habits, and I reorganized my space around this question: what will help me feel grounded and positive in a way that will make small actions feel achievable?

What does that look like for me?

Visual reminders of love: love letters / art from friends / cards / photos

Easily one of the most important aspects of my workspace. I have basically zero emotional object permanence, so having objects that I see every day that are proof of that connection is vital to reminding myself that the voice telling me that I'm alone is wrong.

If, like me, you have ADHD - you'll want to move things around / replace things every few months, because our brains are hard-wired to seek novelty. I actually need to do this soon - and plan on reaching out to a few close friends and asking for small notes or pictures.

Quotes from your favorite media that give you hope / Dark Aspiration / Your favorite blorbo

Hopeful quotes! If you've ever thought of getting a tattoo of a phrase, but didn't do it because it came from something real nerdy - that's perfect.

I made myself this poster of quotes from Final Fantasy 14's Endwalker expansion - which itself was about how do we find meaning in existence while living through the end of the world? It hangs above my bulletin board, so that I see it every day.

Dark aspiration: this one is optional, but for those of you who are extremely motivated by spite, as I am... It helps to have a reminder in my field of view that "going for a stupid walk for my stupid mental health" is exactly what these fascist motherfuckers DON'T want.

Favorite blorbo: Is there a blorbo you are INCAPABLE OF BEING NORMAL ABOUT? Fucking harness that! Get that fucking dopamine however you need. (In my case, with catboy husband.)

Is it ridiculous? Who cares! We have ONE LIFE, so why not spend that life thinking about blorbos that make us happy?

Task board / decision matrix

The goal: not to let yourself crawl into bed and stay there for the next six months.

The challenge: being overwhelmed makes decisions about what we can accomplished feel impossible - which can lead to no action at all

Which is why we visually sort that shit.

My white board is broken down along Effort (low to high) and Impact (low to high), but you can define your axes differently. Urgency versus Importance is another one I've seen a lot of people use? The reason I use Effort / Impact is because it provides a visual approximation of the Spoons / Benefit Derived ratio for each outstanding tasks.

And! That upper left quadrant contains a lot of easy wins for when I need the feeling of removing something from the board to help me feel motivated to do something larger.

(The bottom right corner is dangerous. Try not to let too much stuff lurk there. If it starts getting full, try either to break those tasks up, or to find someone to support you in doing them.)

Gratitude and/or Glimmers

Look. I know. I get it. I really do.

But there's a reason why some of the most common advice for dealing with depression and anxiety is keeping a gratitude journal. There's actual, honest-to-god science showing it works. (Since gratitude doesn't always work for people, keeping track of glimmers can also be really helpful - small moments of happiness worth remembering.)

So think of it like "taking a stupid walk for your stupid mental health".

If you're someone who's motivated by colored pens, make a trip to the dollar store! Use those stickers you've been hoarding for no specific purpose! (These stickers here have been on my whiteboard for FOUR YEARS). If you're ADHD like me, keep it somewhere you can see it - which will act both as a reminder to add to it, AND as a reminder of the things you've already written there.

Also, make sure you give yourself permission to make it ugly.

It doesn't do you any good if it turns into something that stresses you out.

Visual cues to exercise

I keep these adjustable weights I got off of Amazon next to my desk. I might only manage to use them once a day when my mental health is really bad, but anything that forces you to engage your heart a little is great.

Sometimes you might find that banging out a set of lifts gives you the motivation for a small walk. Or even to just walk around and stretch.

Again: "taking a stupid walk for your stupid mental health" territory here. As someone who has wrestled with mental illness my entire life, I hate that hAvE yOu TrIeD eXcErCiZe is the first thing that gets hurled at us, because it's not a fucking panacea. But it really does make a difference.

Important end note: fuck The Aesthetic ✨

It might take a while to create a space that is both functional AND visually appealing, or you might decide you don't care about visual appeal, and that's fine. Function is king.

Not pictured: make art make art MAKE ART

More than anything, art is what helps us get through dark times. So MAKE. ART.

It doesn't have to be good. Shitty things are great! Knit a shitty sock! Draw a shitty picture! Write a shitty poem! Hell yeah!

"What if it's cringe?" then BE CRINGE. Write your cringe au fic! Draw some fanart of a cursed ship! Make your favorite blorbos kiss!

Just. Make. ART.

[quinloki]

Shakky - Words

Reader style - she/her AFAB Time slot - Business Hours Client Name - (⌐■_■) Anonymous! CW: None

You sigh, leaning against the chair and sinking into it. It was your break time and there was little more you wanted to do than to sit in complete silence for a few moments and not speak. You were a newly minted host, and while you didn’t consider yourself to be a social shut in, you weren’t a social butterfly either.

Taking a job that required being social for five to six hours a day at least, in order to pay off your debt, seemed less than ideal. Training had been good, but you’d had someone paired with you to work from. Now it was just you, on your own, and it was exhausting.

The familiar scent of cigarette smoke fills the air and you look up from your rumpled position on the chair to see Shakky, the primary owner of The Club, sitting nearby, quietly enjoying a smoke. She was the primary reason you were here, having intervened between yourself and Arlong, and had provided a way for your debt to be handled, while also giving you work.

There hadn’t been much choice for you in the matter, but working for Shakky was certainly a step up from being sold by Arlong, or worse. Shakky wasn’t adding 25% interest every month for one, and she paid you enough that you could cover your expenses and still pay her back at the same time. At this rate you wouldn’t be able to quit for five years, but there was light at the end of it all.

Shakky herself was an enigma to you. She seemed to do little more than smoke, drink, and smile at guests. Aside from her exchange with Arlong, which was relaxed and easy, you’d never really seen her talk. She wasn’t even the one that went through the hiring process with you, that had been Sir Crocodile. He, Shakky, and Rayleigh made up the club’s owners, though as far as you could tell, Shakky had the last word in just about everything.

She’s not looking at you right now, but you’re certain she’s aware of you.

“Does it get easier?” Your own question surprises you. You’d had no intention to bother her, even if she’d obviously made herself available for you at this time.

“Hosting?” She questions, taking a drag as you nod. “Certainly.” A warm silence settles between you, and after a few lazy drags of her cigarette she continues.

“You’ll learn how to read silence, how to turn a phrase to your advantage. You’ll learn how to feign without being fake, and one day you’ll realize you aren’t even thinking about it anymore.” She finishes, turning toward you and giving you an easy smile. “You’ll also wake up one day and realize an eight hour shift didn’t even drain you.” You nearly snort.

“It’s all just words. Hosting, escorting, there’s not much difference between the two. Not nearly as much as people assume. In the end, it’s all just words.” She explains, letting a thin stream of smoke into the air. “Here’s a trick I had to teach some of the boys, when you’re at a loss for what to say to someone, think of what you’d like someone to say to you. No one wants to gush about their favorite moment or activity only to get met with silence, confusion, or ‘oh’.”

She deadpans the last word, and you laugh, thinking how she almost sounded like Zoro for a moment.

Shakky smiles. “Some of the boys make it work, and that’s the other side of that advice.”

“Sometimes you just have to be yourself?” You prompt and Shakky smiles, taking another drag.

“Variety keeps the club alive, and clients will find who they need.” She assures you. “If we had scripts or guidelines, we’d homogenize, and then some clients wouldn’t find the fit they need. You’re marked as a new host still, so don’t stress. You’re not going to be Marco or Shanks within the first week, and even if you could on a technical level,” she takes a moment to finish off the cigarette. “I already have Marco and Shanks.

“What I don’t have is you.”

One Piece Host Club AU drabble event runs through December 2023

[theha1rarch]

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( send the fire emoji for an unpopular opinion )

imma just say a bunch of rapid fire/random ones -

1 - most of the current/newer generation of musical artists do nothing for me - i don't listen to most of them & i don't care to. i'll listen to their songs if they're those 'you can't escape them, they're everywhere' ones - but outside of that i don't really care for any of these newer artists

2 - people pull out the 'cancel culture' card way too quick & over the STUPIDEST of things, especially on twitter. i don't really give a shit if x celebrity liked a tweet about trump in 2018. like - i don't. i really don't. i personally believe the only people that should be truly canceled are those that have done irredeemable acts. or have continued their pattern of behaviors with no sign of improvement

2A - honestly just generally i don't give two shits about most of the things people do. i don't care about the drama going on behind the scenes of this movie. i don't care if some celebrity cheated on his wife. i don't care if this happens & that happens - like just generally i stopped giving a shit about what celebrities do & it's genuinely made my life so much better

3 - publicly & purposefully hating on popular things doesn't make you cute or funny, it just makes you a loser. literally shut up & let people have fun & keep your opinions to yourself. you don't need to make full video essays on why you don't like things. we were literally taught in kindergarten if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all

4 - people really really need to realize there's a world that exists outside of the internet & that the general public doesn't give a shit about the people you cancel or your protests or your boycotts or whatever online. or more like, they don't even know that's happening. like pls just stop being so chronically online & realize the world doesn't revolve around the internet -

5 - stop being overly invested in the lives of strangers. if you see something you don't agree with or you think is wrong or whatever or whatnot - just scroll on. or block & scroll on, it's quite literally that simple. stop caring so much about what someone else is doing & stop trying give thinly disguised passive-aggressive advice. it's quite literally none of your business ...

6 - this a rp one i forgot but i don't like big text. don't mind if people do it, i know it's easier to read for some people & all but it lowkey looks kinda clunky to me & throws me off sometimes idk -

7 - another rp one, idc if you move around blogs, whatever - you do you. but if you're doing it often enough, every so many months or so - at least keep your old thread accessible & all so people aren't sitting there struggling to keep up & continue to interact with you. like i get why people might full on delete or swipe a blog clean but idk - at least try to keep access to stuff somewhere?

8 - this is about st & DON'T HATE ME FOR THIS BUT - i think it's kinda dumb everyone says to boycott/pirate season 5 when the show is ending anyways ... like i get it's so they don't make money but again, either way, the general public is gonna watch - either way they're making money on this. but idk it just feels so odd to see "don't support!" about a show that's literally going to be ending? it'd be different if it was something like - wednesday or something but idk. i also generally think again - trying to make a boycott online isn't going to work when the general public still exists. & even if it was also to prevent spinoffs i'm pretty sure there's already one planned? & like this show is netflix's baby, it's the favorite child - it doesn't matter how many people boycott, i guarantee you this show will be continued one way or the other

[gibbearish]

I need help I think/know I'm trans but don't know how to come out and don't know whether I am brave enough to come out I'm scared people will judge me

hey there! so this unfortunately isnt gonna be super in my expertise wheelhouse, my coming outs have all been weird, but ill definitely give it a shot. as far as how to come out goes, there's unfortunately never really gonna be a one-size-fits-all surefire way to do it, every situation will be different depending on who youre coming out to. it also isn't a one-time thing, especially once youve gotten over the initial hump; you may only have to come out to each person once, but you will always be meeting new people and having to decide how/when/if to come out.

myself for example:

my mom - found out through my facebook message telling her we were going low contact

my dad - found out through my facebook post announcing id been on t a year and was changing my name

my brother: found out over text just before i started t

my boyfriend: came out 3 years into dating, proposed starting t via powerpoint presentation

my roommate: has known since we were like 15

my close friends: would ask me my pronouns every few months and knew before i did probably

my coworkers: didn't get told jack shit but watched t make me go from baby face to full beard and either figured it out and switched to he/him, or didnt and got weird looks from everyone else there because the_waitress_thinks_you_have_dementia.jpg

my boss: got told because a coworker was being weird about using my full name and i had to explain why it annoyed me

so like. none of these really have a common theme, beyond that most of them were done over message because i find it easier to share important things that way, my mouth doesnt like saying things out loud sometimes so i have my thumbs do it and the important part is that it gets said at all, so i try not to stress about the medium.

the last bit of advice i have is simply this: yes, people will judge you. people will think you look weird and will think you made the wrong decision. people will stare at you and will whisper about you and shuffle their kids away from you.

but here's the thing: people will do that anyways. you cannot stop people from judging you, it's human nature. you judge others as well, its not something we can turn off. so the question then becomes this: how much do you value their opinion? the stranger trying to keep her kids from being infected by your icky transness, do you think her opinion should be respected? the person staring at you for Looking A Way They Dont Like, is that the kind of behavior you want to conform to? to reinforce? the guy yelling slurs at you on the street, will you sit down and shut up and do as he says and stop existing as yourself? or will you exist louder?

youre already brave enough to live even if people will judge you, youre doing it right now. so really the question is, are you brave enough to stretch the boundaries of the things youre willing to let people judge you for? i think you are. you were brave enough to send this ask and come out to me, the seal is broken now. so i believe in you:)

[beck-hartman]

Laughing at the look on her face, it only grew at her teasing as he joked, "do I get a scratch behind the ear too?" Or wait... "a treat?" As her head fell back with her own laughter, he took the opportunity to playfully lean down and act like he was going to perform his own maintenance. Placing a little kiss to her chest, he remarked, "sounds like a lot of paperwork, can't I just go straight to the boss?"

Winking at her, Beck joked, "especially the raunchy parts. Good for the heart. Besides, I know you love reenactments." It was enough of a reprieve to keep him grounded before his inability to shut up got him in more trouble. He could see it hurt her, and his attempt to make it better, more professional-sounding, had only backfired. "You do not have to say that," he murmured because that's not what he was expecting or reaching for at all. He was trying to make her feel better, share his thought process. "I'm gonna delete it. I was just--I just meant it wasn't about her."

He kept her close, relishing in the happiness once again peeking through in their conversation. It came easily when they talked of their love for one another. "Good, I was pretty sure I used the super glue," he murmured, hovering in the blissful light as he played with her fingers that were interlaced with his own, "or some really cool plant metaphor." His grin spread even more as she 'apologized.' "So that's what happened? Ah, I see now. You were playing the long game, my little menace." Nodding that she knew exactly what he wanted, he felt the menace comment was only continuing to be proven. His hand slid up her thigh just a little to tease her back. He had never been the biggest fan of his full first name, but it had an entirely different ring to it when she said it, making it the greatest sound after all. It would have been very easy to get distracted right here, if there wasn't more to be said.

Okay, contrite it is, he thought, as her look said that was going to be a hard pass on the cute right now. He knew he had no ground to stand on, and though this happened before them and ended the second they were them again, it still affected her. If he'd known that at the time, he'd never have done it. But after eight years, he had only crumbs of hope left for this. He was sure she was married (which he actually hadn't been wrong about) and happy (which he had been wrong about), so if he wanted to be reckless and mildly self-destructive with his own self, the only one that was supposed to affect was him.

"I know," Beck replied, deciding the wisest route was probably to say less. He'd never given her reason because there was none. He didn't see others when there was her. "There's nothing to respect there, though, James fucked her over," he stated, though that probably wasn't making the point he thought it was, "but she respects me, so I know she's going to respect us. She's happy for us, she said so, and she hasn't been flirting with me at all since you and I got back together. She was giving me like advice and stuff on how relationships are hard but if it's worth it, you don't let go." He didn't want to minimize what she was feeling, though, so he paused. He was trying to assuage Shosh's fears not just defend Camille. "You don't have to trust her yet, you can have your time with that. If the roles were reversed, I wouldn't like it either. If I thought, even for like a second, she would do anything, I wouldn't put myself in the situation. That's all I'm trying to say. I was one of a few, so she's got plenty of ammunition to get back at James with, it does not have to be me. Does that help?"

Shosh gave him a mock-scolding look as he nipped at her thumb, completely canceled out by the light in her eyes. “Good boy,” She teased, patting his cheek playfully. And then she was laughing, head thrown back at his regular maintenance comment. “Okay, okay, sure. Just submit a maintenance request and my assistant will reach out to you to schedule an appointment.”

She smiled sweetly at his promise to always remind her of their time together. “Even the raunchy parts? Can’t leave those out, I don’t care what the people at the nursing home say.” Shosh said with a sly grin. As Beck went on to explain the picture and his reasoning for taking it, she found herself slipping back into that negative self-talk. She repeatedly had to remind herself that he wasn’t saying she was the root of perfection, but rather the relationship between human and nature. But Shosh was able to push her own thoughts aside as Beck became…almost bashful? “It’s not stupid, baby. It’s…” Oh god, saying this might kill her, “a beautiful picture.”

Wiggling happily as he tightened his arms around her, she nodded. “I know what you mean. I couldn’t get you out of my soul, even if I tried.” They were intertwined now, had been for years; growing together as their roots wrapped around each other in a lover’s embrace. “Thank you,” Shosh whispered before opening her eyes and laughing again. “Yep, exactly. And I think I bit you for the first time years ago, so that ship is long gone. Sorry, baby.” She shrugged, not sorry at all. “Oh, the part where I said I’m yours? Is that what you wanted?” An eyebrow arched at him in a bit of a tease. “I’m yours, Benedict Daniel Hartman.” 

As Beck confirmed they were talking about the same person, she took another steadying breath. She could do this. It’s not like they had ever even kissed, but it didn’t sit right with her. Especially when he told her they had hung out at the beach. Who didn’t love the idea of their boyfriend consuming a mind-altering substance with a beautiful older woman who hit on him? His attempt to be cute did not land well, either. She shot him a look that said she wasn’t amused. “I know I don’t have to worry about you, Beck. I trust you.” And she did. He had never given her a reason to doubt his loyalty to her. Not when they were together in high school, and not since they had gotten back together. “But I don’t trust her. How am I supposed to expect her to respect our relationship if she clearly doesn’t even respect her own?” She wasn’t trying to tell Beck who he could and couldn’t hang out with. That was Frank’s domain. She just wanted to communicate what she was feeling and the fears she had so that they could work through them together.

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🦅Being Shiratorizawa's Manager 🦅

👑 Featuring Seijoh 👑

🧡Manager who has ADHD🧡

Shiratorizawa featuring Aoba Joshai/Seijoh x Gender Neutral Manager

Warnings: None

A/N: This was a special anon request! I have a little experience with ADHD so I really hope I captured the essence of the request. I tried to keep this request gender neutral!

Boy YN you really know how to pick em

Seriously SHIRATORIZAWA 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 is known as one of the more stoic teams in Haikyu

And while they might have "Horses Kageyama!", they are still utterly chaotic 😬

Case in point, Tendo and Goshiki

So to say you'd fit in with this team is probably a given 🤪

Now let's day you joined the team to give more structure to your life

Maybe you were diagnosed with ADHD at a young age or even in your teens

Whether you chose to medicate is up to you but your primary care physician suggested you find a routine that works for you

Great advice 👍🏻

Seriously a good structured schedule can do wonders

Too bad structure in this case includes a chaotic group of guys who are all just begging for you attention

But seriously it could help 🤷‍♀️

Like maybe you struggle with sticking to one task for too long

So working with Tendo on blocking, Goshiki and Shirabu on setting and spiking and Yamagata on blocked ball retrievel will be good for you

Throw in retrieving balls for Ushiwaka's ground breaking serves and you've literally got a full plate 🙌🏻

Plus, besides Ushi, this team likes to talk

So if talking is a big part of your ADHD diagnosis, they got you covered YN

Seriously Tendo will not shut up and Goshiki will listen to you for hours!

Kawanishi totally gabs too

We already know him and Semi know all the tea at Shiratorizawa 🍵

Semi is right up front in the action while Kawanishi stays in the shadows

He runs the schools gossip page ✋️

NE WAYS for the most part, I'm going to say your ADHD works in your favor

Sure keeping tabs and talley for games and practice can be difficult

But the ability to do different, simple tasks quickly works in your favor

Let's just say nobody can fill a water bottle while simultaneously encouraging Goshiki like you can YN 👏🏻

However, like everyone, we all have bad days 😩

Someday your ADHD is just difficult to manage

Maybe you slept badly the night before or forgot your medication (if you take any)

Either way, things can head south for you quickly

It just so happens that today is one of those days

And of course today just also happens to be a day when Shiratorizawa is headed to Aoba Joshai for a practice match

You are already feeling irritated and nervous

I mean you know your about to face Oikawa so like I don't blame you 😅

You ride with Semi the whole bus ride over there

Your fidgeting, which you cannot help, starts to annoy the already on edge setter

"YN really can you just chill out"

🥺🥺 "ok Semi sorry"

Seriously YN he doesn't mean it

Tendo will totally come to your rescue

"Semi Semi leave our precious YN alone!"

At least someone has your back

I seriously don't think Tendo would ever say anything to you

The whole team knows about your ADHD

But hear me out

Tendo googled it ✋️

Like the man went past the first page of search material for your YN!

And Tendo isn't afraid to ask you questions about your ADHD either

Anytime you are struggling, the man will be like "Is it because of your ADHD YN?"

Seriously 🤦‍♀️ he means well

"Umm no Tendo my nose isn't running because of my ADHD, I have a cold"

He just wants to learn YN

Honestly you appreciate it

✨Back to the program ✨

You pull up to Seijoh

Iwaizumi is there to greet everyone

Oikawa is there to greet ✨you✨

🙄🙄🙄

Seriously Iwa carries a volleyball around with him at all times just for this purpose

You start unloading the gear when you get distracted

Maybe you should fill waterbottles first?

God all the things you have to do 😭

Plus if you have anxiety mixed with your ADHD, I'm sure that is also playing on your mind

You are filling the bottles when coach yells for you

Coach Gremlin says "YN where is the gear?"

"Still in the bus"

"YN I TOLD YOU TO UNLOAD THE BUS"

Right ok 🥺

You run back to the bus to get the gear and carry it in

Goshiki and Tendo help you

Please Goshiki might not understand you or your ADHD but he is dedicated 👏🏻👏🏻

Seriously he adores you YN and will literally lay down in a puddle of mud so you can step on him

Honestly we love to see it 💅

You manage to get everything unloaded and carry it to the gym

You get a little distracted once again

This time is because of the gym layout

Seriously stuff like that can throw anyone off

But when you are having an off day, it makes it especially difficult to concentrate

Everything is backwards 😱

You start to set up your stuff

On the wrong bench 😬

"Umm YN that's not your bench" Iwaizumi says as your eyes widen

Talk about embarrassing

"YN GET OVER HERE" a voice yells that distracts you from your task 😬

You abandon everything to go to the voice

"YN WHERE IS THE GEAR"

Literally everyone is staring at you

🥺🥺 "I'm sorry it's over there"

"Seriously YN what is wrong either you today?"

That's it, that breaks the dam that has been building up all day long

You literally turn and run from the gym

Everyone is watching you

Shiratorizawa and Seijoh both

Like 😳😲😬

Those are the three reactions

Everyone is quiet...

UNTIL Oikawa speaks 🙄

"We'd never make our manager cry like that"

Someone smack him ✋️

Iwa's on it 🏐 👉🏻🧑🏻

"OUCH IWA-CHAN"

Now hear me out, Tendo and Goshiki are going to want to go after you

But no no no 🙅‍♂️

Reon and Kawanishi are your guys

Seriously trust me

They give off amazing listener vibes

And are the least likely to say something stupid 😐

You will probably run to the bus

I won't lie, this is where I'd go because it's familiar

Being in a different school is already super overwhelming so we want familiarity people 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻

They find you cuddled in the back of the bus

All scrunched up like a little burrito in your Shiratorizawa managers outfit 🥺

Have I told you lately I love you YN 😩

"Hey YN are you ok?"- Kawanishi

"I'm sorry, today hasn't been a good day"

"Tell us about it"- Reon

The flood gates open

Embrace the emotions YN

You tell them all about it 😭

Now everyone on the team knows about your ADHD

Education equals awareness 🧡

You explain to them everything thats happened all day from start to finish

Trust me YN it helps to get it ALL OUT

You feel instantly better after you've expelled everything 🥰

"YN we all have off days and nobody blames you for what happened. It's super overwhelming to be in a new place"

You talk for a while and they give you a hug 🫂

Seriously the match can wait until our precious YN is ok

You leave the bus and immediate walk into your entire team waiting for you

Including Coach Gremlin

Tendo and Goshiki will literally bound up to you 🥳

Have no fear, Semi and Shirabu will hold them back

"Guys give YN some space"

Tendo and Goshiki 👉🏻😔 ok

You laugh "it's ok guys I could use more hugs" 🤩🫂

Oh god YN you opened the flood gates

Hugs for everyone

Ushiwaka gives you a side hug

You are literally speechless 😳

Someone better have taken a picture

Jk Kawanishi is on it 📸

"I'm sorry for being so hard on you YN" the coach says finally

"It's ok! I'm sorry things were so chaotic"

"Yooo hoo YN CHAN"

Seriously 😑

Yep Seijoh has come to join

Oikawa made them

He's trying to recruit you YN 😑

Everyone just followed to see Iwaizumi kick Oikawa's butt

But Ushiwaka has it handled

"If you care so much about our manager, you should have come to Shiratorizawa" 😐

Seriously he will never let it go

Iwa follows up the low blow with a ball to the back of the head

You laugh 🤣

The sky's part and angels sing 🎶

The world is alright again 😍

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