#I know it’s jokes but jokes affect your experience of reality too!!

[the-moon-loves-the-sea]

I’m increasingly worried by all the people on my dash calling themselves insane for loving stories in the way humans have loved stories our whole history. “The brain rot is spreading” — you mean you were changed by art? “I’m not normal about this” — you were moved by it? You felt human emotions about it? “I’m about to be so annoying” — you’re going to talk about art? You’re going to be passionate? You’re going to think deeply about it? You’re going to feel love for the work of someone’s soul? You are not a consumer and art is not a product to be casually used! You are a human and stories are the beating heart of our humanity! You must feel everything and you must know that it is normal!

[lilia-calderus-pet-goat]

Found-Family headcanons for a³'s coven of chaos, part 4: (because they all deserved more time with each other)

(warning: drinking)

(part 3, here) - (part 2, here) - (part 1, here)

Everyone loves to give Señor Scratchy treats, even when Agatha insists they shouldn't.

Señor Scratchy especially loves Billy, Lilia and Sharon. He does likes to cuddle everyone, though. Except Jen, who he's always trying to bite, (???) because he wouldn't be Agatha's familiar if he didn't.

One day Jen jokes that she will turn him into a purse if he rages against her again—and everyone defensively yells at her at the same time. “Okay! Okay! Jeez! I was joking!”

Sharon cuts fruit for everyone every time they hang out together and forces them to eat it before doing anything else.

Jen usually pays for everything. It's the price of her constantly bragging about her, “real job.”

Agatha always teases her about it. One time, Lilia felt bad—and so she “went to the bathroom” and payed for everyone herself.

Billy himself got his first bad alcohol experience at age seventeen at his first big teen party, which Eddie took him to.

He got very fucking wasted very quickly because turns out he's not great at holding his alcohol. So—he begged Eddie not to call his parents, because, “they've bEeN through enOUGH I'M A HORRIBLE SON AND NOT EVEN reALLY THeirS--”

So, Eddie sighed and called Agatha to get him instead. And yes, your girl did drive ALL the way to Eastview—and spent the whole night sleepless, sobering him up to save him from the hungover. She was just glaring at Rio all night long, telling her to go make coffee and no funny business, while holding his head over the toilet. She was surprisingly gentle and comforting during the experience—because she does have her moments—like when Lilia had her traumatic hallucination in Jen's trial and Agatha gently went, “okay” instead of mocking her. That's the vibe.

BUT he still got the scolding of his life the next day. The whole neighbourhood heard Agatha yelling.

During the argument Agatha yelled that, “I'm not your mother!” and he shot back, “I know that, do YOU know that??” Which caused her to avoid him for a few days.

Later, Rio told him how much it actually affected her and why—and Billy felt really bad about it. On mother's day, he gave Agatha a gift basket of stuff he made himself, (with his bio-mom's help.) Agatha said it was tacky and unnecessary—but she actually teared up a bit. She opened the window and yelled at Wanda's abandoned lot to make an insensitive joke about how, “suck it, Wanda, you rank last in the mom list—” as to not show too much vulnerability. But Billy is used to her by now—and he knows that she appreciated it.

Alice always feels sad on mother's day. She visits her mother's grave site and tells her how bad her life is. This year, Billy went with her. And for the first time, Alice only had good things to tell her. About how she broke the curse—and she can finally do something with her life now. About how she got a new job, and a coven.

Also, to cope, Alice got a gift for Lilia and one for Sharon. They may not be her actual mothers—but she appreciates them both endlessly and their support means the world to her. She got them both protective crystals.

You know who ELSE got Sharon a gift??

Well, Sharon doesn't either. She just received an anonymous bouquet of Azaleas and she had no idea who sent it to her.

It was Agatha, but she'd die before admitting it. She's the last person you'd suspect, since she still calls her Mrs. Hart despite how triggering it is, or pretends she doesn't remember her existence at all. In reality, she's grown fond of the Westview residents despite her best efforts not to. She doesn't particularly respect them and she does view them as “lesser,” but she doesn't wish them harm. They did take care of her for three years—and the Agnes role does have bits and pieces of Agatha in it.

Billy finds out through Rio and accidentally tells Alice. Alice tells Jen, Jen tells Lilia, (because she's not about to hide Agatha's embarrassing secret.) and Lilia tells Sharon.

Sharon is surprised but also extremely moved, considering she doesn't have any living family. She wants to thank Agatha, so she gets the idea to throw her a surprise party. (Since she herself hasn't been to a party since Mr. Davis passed away and she really wants to attend one!!)

She gets help from the coven but also invites all the main Westview residents that we know and love. Rio proposes the idea of writing, 'Agnes of Westview' on the cake, to get back at Agatha for always calling them by their Wanda-branded names. Sharon doesn't want to, but everyone else finds it hilarious, so they do it.

Agatha pretends to be extremely annoyed.

She isn't. She just never expected this to happen to her. For people to want to be there—and to see her as someone at least capable of good—someone who deserves a second chance.

They eat and drink together, having a blast. Billy isn't allowed to drink, but Agatha sneaks him a glass. Just ONE glass. You know, to teach him responsibility, as if she's the queen of it. “It's about knowing when to stop, teen.” “oh is it? tell us more”

Sharon is the opposite of a light-weight. She chugs down those shots like they're nothing—and if you ask her, she'll dismissively wave and say she's “lived a life.” Still, she doesn't seem to know her limits, and she gets carried away. At least she prepared some bomb ass charcuterie for everyone!!

Jen is a classy drinker, picky with her alcohol. She knows her limits and always drinks just enough to “make the company tolerable,” since, “no sane person could ever find you idiots amusing without a few shots.”

Lilia becomes incredibly talkative when she drinks and she loses whatever filter she may have otherwise had. Not to say that usually she has too much of a filter, but drunk, she literally becomes Patti Lupone. Jen finds it endearing and listens intently, Alice finds it sort of amusing but also a bit shocking, Rio matches her freak and Agatha just finds it fucking terrifying.

You'd expect Rio to be wilding, but she already does that sober. No, instead, she becomes very clingy and very affectionate—just whipped over Agatha. And she's kind of a light-weight too, which surprises everyone at first. It's because her real form is literally skeletal and her human form is probably maintained magically—so there's less actual real body mass to dilute the alcohol. So, death can tear through the fabric of reality, but metabolising alcohol is just too difficult.

Alice can hold her alcohol very well. She was once the definition of a teenage dirtbag, so she has experience in the field. Now she's pretty sensible. She's also the most clear-headed, even when she's drunk enough to stumble around.

Agatha herself is a slow drinker because she wants to make fun of everyone else for being less sober than her. She's developed a fair bit of tolerance over the years, but when it finally hits it really hits.

During a particularly rough case of drunkenness her and Jen sung karaoke together. Not during Agatha's party, though. Neither of them can quite recall the incident, or so they claim. Unfortunately for them, Alice recorded the whole thing. Rio made it her ringtone, as did Lilia.

Jen forces Lilia to get a skin-care routine. “Doll, I actively choose to look like this because I don't have the time or energy to maintain a youthful appearance. What makes you think I'll spend money on these products that capitaliSe in womeN's InsEcuriTiEs—I'm a divination fraud, you're a beauty guru fraud, we're both senior citizens, I don't care for this—”

And Jen is like, “okay ouch but nO this is nOt what I've been selling. This is new. We're not talking about just a luxury—the skin is the largest organ of the body and is exposed to various environmental stressors like pollution, UV rays, and temperature changes, as well as internal factors like stress and diet. I'm giFting these products to you I mAde them in a cAuLdron.”

Lilia is so flabbergasted by the clarity of Jen's explanation that she agrees. However, she constantly forgets to actually apply it.

Fortunately, Jen never forgets. And Lilia is probably the only person that Jen tolerates to constantly give reminders to.

[lihhelsing]

Part 4 - Catfish Steddie

Author's Note: This part turned out to be bigger than I expected, so I also decided to take this to AO3. I'll update when I have the link, but I'll keep posting over here too, and doing the tag list at the end. Thanks for reading! Look out for two more parts after this one!

Now on Ao3

It's not that Steve didn't care that someone was using his face to catfish people. He knew, from how little Eddie wanted to discuss it, how it affected him. How it messed with his self-image and his ability to trust others. 

Steve could feel it in the way Eddie always seemed to be ready to bolt from him. He offered something real and then pulled back again. It was a slow back and forth that Steve didn't mind, because he knew what he wanted. 

Eddie. He wanted Eddie. 

He felt the way he retracted every time Steve complimented him, hiding behind jokes or self-deprecating comments. Steve tried to reassure him, and he felt like he was winning. 

But when Eddie called the catfish number, that he still had on his phone under Steve's name for some reason, it was like every inch they had walked towards each other had disappeared. Eddie retracted again, as if he was certain he was reading the situation right when he possibly couldn't be. 

"I don't understand," Eddie says at first and Steve tries reaching out for him, seeing the exact moment Eddie flinches away. 

It hurts more than he can admit. 

"Eddie, let's talk about this," Steve says, but he can see it in Eddie's eyes, how he just wants to run out of there. 

"Why do you have two phones?"

"It's not my phone," Steve says calmly. Eddie's not calm. 

"It's in your house. Your couch!" his voice comes out a little strangled, and he jumps from the couch, the other phone still gripped hard in his hand. 

"Can I see it?" Steve raches his hand, but Eddie shakes his head. "Please. It's not mine, I swear."

But Steve can see how his words go through Eddie and doesn't really make an impression. It's just words, especially if he doesn't try to see how crazy it would be. Why would Steve invite Eddie over to his place and not hide the phone better? 

Why would Steve be so careless about the whole thing? 

"Eddie, I swear. This phone is not mine. I have no idea what's-"

"I have to go," Eddie says, his hands are shaking and Steve wants to hold him and make him listen but Eddie is not in the mood to listen and Steve can't force him so he just nods, lets the fight leave his body and Eddie hurriedly gets his things and leaves. 

Before closing the door, he drops the phone on the table and doesn't look back. 

Steve thinks his heart could explode from how fucked up he feels right now. 

x

It's not really surprising, but Steve doesn't sleep at all. He tries a couple of password combinations and when he gets to Chrissy's birthday, the phone unlocks in his hands. 

Steve is scared as he scrolls through it. 

Robin always seemed nice, even if they weren't all that close. Sometimes Steve even thought they were friends. He didn't have much experience with those and most of his friends were kids that he used to babysit when he was in high school, but he thought he and Robin could've been friends, somehow. 

Maybe he was wrong. 

But when Steve pulls on one of the only apps he sees on the phone, he feels… 

He doesn't know how he feels as he looks at a profile with his picture and name on it. There are a bunch of chats in there and he sees himself flirting with lots of girls - and guys. 

He doesn't remember mentioning to Robin he's bisexual, but she must've picked up on it for some reason. Steve doesn't mind, he feels comfortable with his sexuality but he doesn't feel comfortable with a bunch of people thinking they are talking to him when in reality… 

It's not surprising that he doesn't get much sleep, really. 

x

Steve is in his room when he hears the front door unlocking. It's still before nine and Robin doesn't usually come home that early on the weekends. She likes to spend the day with her girlfriend Chrissy and Steve gets it. 

He listens carefully as she walks inside, doesn't even stop to take off her boots, so Steve hears the click, click, click as she moves through their tiny apartment. He hears rustling sounds and then.

"Shit," Robin's voice is low, muffled by the closed door. Steve thought a lot about how to do this and yet he feels sick to his stomach. "Where the fuck did I put it?"

He gets up and slowly makes his way to the door, opening it a little. 

"Robin?" he asks. Her head snaps in his direction and she looks panicked. 

"Steve? What are you doing up?"

"Couldn't sleep. Is everything ok? You look-"

"Yeah, yeah! Everything's great," Robin forces out a smile. "I just forgot something Chrissy really needed and you know her, she gets really mad at me and I need to fix it, otherwise she will hate me forever and I-"

"I don't know."

Robin frowns. "What?"

"I don't know her. You never… Introduced us."

Steve doesn't know what he's saying, but neither does Robin. She looks frazzled, on the verge of a breakdown. Steve can't say he's not enjoying it, though. 

"Well, we should. You know, do something, the three of us!" Robin is talking frantically now, her voice taking on a high-pitched tone that shows Steve how desperate she is. "Anyway, we can decide on that later! Don't worry about me, just go back to sleep! I'll be super quiet!" 

She finished her sentence whispering and smiling at Steve, but he doesn't buy it. Her smile is completely fake and her hair is a mess, sticking up to all sides. 

"Ok," he says, playing along. He moves to close the door and Robin isn't even looking at him anymore. She's kneeling on the ground and looking under the couch. "Oh, Robin?"

She almost hits her head as she looks up at him. 

"Did you happen to be looking for this phone?"

Steve holds it out for her and she squints her eyes, processing, and then all the color gets drained from her face. 

Steve can't say he hates it. 

x

Robin fidgets nervously with her hands as she and Steve sit side by side on the couch. The phone is almost burning a hole through their table and Robin hasn't tried anything too crazy like grabbing it and running away. 

Maybe even someone like her can tell when she lost a battle. 

"So… Care to explain?"

Steve tries to keep his tone neutral but from the way she flinches, he knows he failed. Robin takes a deep breath, then another. 

"I'm sorry," she says, not looking at him. Steve raises a brow.

"For what? Catshing people? Using my picture and my name without permission? Lying to my face?" He sounds so angry he barely recognizes his own voice. Steve is not a guy to get really angry, he's good at taking a punch, but this feels… Too much.

Robin shakes her head. "All of the above?"

The worst of it is that Steve wants to laugh. Robin looks outright miserable and his entire chest feels heavy when he remembers how Eddie looked at him, but this is too crazy for him not to laugh. 

"I'm really sorry Steve, I didn't mean-"

"Can you just… Not? Just tell me. Why? Why me?" He says sharply and has to pinch his hand to try and get himself in check. He already knows there's nothing Robin can say that will make this ok to him. 

It's not only that she lied to him. She used him to lie to other people. She hurt other people. But she made Steve think he was doing something wrong. She watched Steve try and try and try knowing she would never let him in because she couldn't stand the guilt. 

Robin sighs dramatically. 

"It started as a joke, I swear. When you first moved in, I kept telling Chrissy how you looked like a hot model from a magazine. How I had never seen a guy so good looking in my life and mind you I don't like guys. But you're… You know, objectively attractive."

"Uh… Thanks?"

"Chrissy found that super funny. She said you must've been one of those guys who were always hooking up with girls and I agreed. Like, it took me six months to gather the courage to ask Chrissy out and I still wasn't sure she was going to say yes, and then Chrissy was saying how you probably didn't have this problem because anyone would say yes to you."

Steve frowns at her. Robin has a tendency of rambling and talking really fast and Steve feels he's not following. 

"So it was a prank?"

"I mean… Yes! At first. Chrissy and I wanted to see what it was like to be you on Tinder. You know, how many people we would match with, so we just swiped right non-stop. On the next day, there were thousands of messages for you."

Steve pinches the bridge of his nose and he sees a faint dust of pink on Robin's cheeks. She's embarrassed. 

"Chrissy laughed and moved on, but I kept thinking about it and I started talking to people there because why not? It was kind of addictive, being someone else. I know it's wrong and honestly I have no interest in anyone other than Chrissy, but it was fun to like, make up this whole persona and just see what people would do. I was curious about life as Steve Harrington. It must be easier than trying to flirt as, you know, me."

"And Chrissy doesn't know?"

Robin shakes her head. "She thinks I dropped the whole thing, but I couldn't. So I got a new phone, I deleted everything from my phone and I just kept going. I wanted to know how long it would take people to want a date. I started analyzing data, and I thought it would be a good study subject. But it's like I said… I only have eyes for Chrissy. I don't even like men. It was just… A test, I guess."

Steve exhales. He has to be honest, this is way more complicated than he thought it would be. It still doesn't make it ok, and it still confuses the hell out of him.  

"Robin, this is fucked up."

"I know ok? But there's just this… Adrenaline thrill. Of creating a personality for you, talking to people and seeing how they act, how they flirt with someone that looks like you. I never experienced any of that because I'm awkward and weird and I like girls. I told one of my professors I was doing it and he said it was fascinating. I couldn't just drop it. He wouldn't let me drop it. He kept saying how I had a chance of a lifetime with it and I just… How the fuck do I say no to that?"

Steve knows it still doesn't make it ok, but he's starting to feel sorry for Robin, so he tries to hold on to the anger. It's easier that way than if he tried to understand her. But there's still this one thing that doesn't make sense. 

"But how the hell did that evolve into you setting up a date with Eddie? And that's why you kept telling me to not go out with him isn't it?"

And that… That felt awful. He liked Eddie. He had liked him from the start and because Robin fucked up he had felt a little unsure about asking him out. When she finally speaks, she's not looking at Steve. 

"I didn't set up a date with him. I knew I could never do that because there was no way I could keep up the farce if I started doing it. But I should've been more careful. One of the pictures I set up on your profile had the coffee shop in the background. It didn't take a genius to make the connection, but I never thought he was just going to show up like that!"

"Well, that does sound like Eddie," Steve pointed out and he was assaulted with mixed feelings. An ache spreading on his chest as he thought he might never see Eddie again. Because of Robin. 

"I panicked when I started getting weird messages from him saying like 'surprise' and 'stop messing around' and I didn't get it. I sent a bunch of question marks and Eddie never got back to me. I figured it out after you told me what had happened and, well, you know what happened next."

After that, Steve stays silent for a long time. Robin keeps fidgeting with her hands as if she's waiting for a death sentence of something. 

Steve feels… So many things. He's mad at her, of course he is. But the frustration right now feels so much bigger. Even if Robin thinks it's easier being like him, Steve is tired of all that comes with it.

And Eddie was the first person in a long time that saw Steve in a different way. Sure, he might've started talking to not-Steve for his looks, but right now Eddie knew him. And Steve wasn't ready to let that go. He had no idea how to fix it and his head was pounding with lack of sleep and Robin was… Talking. Always fucking talking. 

"Robin!" he said, his voice going up an octave and making her shut her mouth. He got up from the couch and pressed the heels of his hand on his eyes. "I'm just… Please delete the whole thing. I don't care what you're going to tell your professor, but I'm not your little experiment. I just wanted to be your roommate. Maybe even your friend.But right now I just… Just leave me alone, please."

Steve walks to his room without looking back and he only hears when Robin leaves the apartment, a couple of minutes later.  Previous | Next

[im-so-normal-iswear]

Hi!! I love your writing!! Would it be possible for your thoughts on Ford/stan with a girlfriend who is a therapist or psychiatrist? (I’m studying psychology so this is a totally self indulgent ask!) thank you!! 🫶🏼

A/n: Ok! I'm sorry these took long

Stan/Ford pines x therapist!reader

Ford Pines:

Ford is instantly intrigued by your profession. He’s always been interested in how the human brain works, and having a girlfriend who understands the mind on such a deep level excites his curiosity.

He loves asking you questions about psychology, sometimes treating your discussions like he’s learning from a textbook.

“So, if someone were to experience prolonged exposure to isolation, how do you think that would affect their psyche?”

Ford absolutely loves to hear your insights on everything from mental health to obscure psychological theories, often adding his own knowledge of psychology.

Ford greatly values your calming presence. As someone who has gone through trauma from his interdimensional travels, Ford finds comfort in how you can guide him through his anxieties and ground him during his moments of overthinking. It’s not that he’s asking for therapy, but the way you talk and listen to him brings him a lot of peace.

Sometimes Ford gets lost in his head, overanalyzing everything or diving too deep into his research, and you’re the one who pulls him back. You know just how to approach his worries without invalidating them, and he’s beyond grateful for that.

“You always know exactly what to say to bring me back to reality. How do you do it?”

He’s particularly interested in your take on the psychological impact of interdimensional travel or exposure to anomalous phenomena.

He’ll often turn to you for discussions about the mind’s adaptability and resilience. You’ve become his go-to person for talking about the human condition in the context of the strange.

Ford is also incredibly supportive of your career and education. If you’re studying or need quiet time to work, he’ll make sure you have the perfect environment to focus. He’s always ready to offer encouragement when you’re feeling stressed.

“I know it’s a lot, but if anyone can do this, it’s you. I’ve never seen someone so dedicated to understanding the complexities of the mind.”

Ford loves sharing intellectual moments with you, like reading papers or discussing recent psychological studies. Sometimes, he even helps you with your work by giving you unique perspectives from his travels, and in turn, you help him manage the more stressful parts of his past.

Stan Pines:

Stan doesn’t fully get what a therapist or psychiatrist does at first (he’s used to handling things by “toughing it out”) but he quickly comes to appreciate how insightful you are.

“So, you talk to people about their problems? Gotta hand it to ya, you’ve got a lot of patience. I can barely deal with the customers.”

Stan is amazed at how you can listen to other people’s issues all day and still come home well. He’s constantly in awe of how much you care for others and how you help people through their darkest moments.

“You’ve gotta be some kinda saint to listen to people’s problems all day and not go crazy yourself.”

He loves that you don’t push him to talk, but when he does, you listen attentively. You’ve taught him that it’s okay to share his feelings without making him feel weak. Sometimes he’s caught off guard by how much better he feels after talking to you.

“Huh, I guess it’s not so bad… all this feelings stuff. You really know how to make a guy feel better.”

Stan appreciates your ability to see through his tough-guy act. You can read him like a book, and while it’s a little intimidating, it’s also a relief. You pick up on the small things, like when he’s more stressed than usual or when something’s bothering him.

“How do you always know what’s goin’ on in my head? It’s like you’re a mind reader or somethin’. Say how bout we put that to use in the shack? I'm joking, unless you want to.”

He loves to brag about your career, even if he doesn’t always understand it.

“Yeah, my girl’s a therapist. Helps people sort out their problems. She’s smart as hell. I dunno how she does it, but it’s pretty impressive.”

If you’re ever feeling overwhelmed by your work, Stan is the first to encourage you to take a break. He might not know all the details of your job, but he knows how important it is for you to recharge. He’ll pull you away from your books or laptop and suggest watching a movie or doing something fun together.

“You’ve been workin’ hard all day. Come on, let’s kick back and relax. You deserve it.”

He’s a little protective of you, especially if you’ve had a rough day. If you come home stressed after dealing with a difficult client, Stan will be there to comfort you in his own way, whether that’s making you laugh, cooking a simple meal, or just sitting beside you.

Stan will occasionally ask for advice, though he’ll frame it casually. “So, let’s say someone I know has a lotta stuff from their past they don’t like talkin’ about. What’d you say to help ‘em out?” He trusts you more than he’ll admit and values your wisdom, even if he’s not always ready to face his own feelings head-on.

A/n: you give them therapy they need, the end ^^

[ivorsblocksleeve]

the mcsm fandom fuckin sucks dude

As a long time member of the furry, danganronpa, and BNHA fandom im not the type of person who likes to generalize entire fandoms based off of experiences i hear about or have with other people in said fandoms. but the MCSM fandom is such a filthy stain on the internet and so many people in the community have gotten WAY out of hand. the constant racism and whitewashing of characters. people publicly talking about NSFW topics in numerous discord servers that have children in them, sometimes with people under 13 years old. the ridiculous amount of drama surrounding character headcanons among other things. its RIDICULOUS

im a black guy. i can care less about the "issue of blackwashing", it does not exist and never has existed. i care a LOT about the whitewashing in this community. there are multiple jesse skins for a reason, to represent a ton of different peoples races! red suspenders jesse is literally WHITE! if you want to draw white jesse draw HIM! why are people whitewashing the other jesse skins? why are people whitewashing characters like radar, stella, olivia, etc?? MCSM as a game has blessed its community with a wide range of characters of different ethnicities and races (even if not directly stated) and none of them are stereotyped, theyre all incredibly well written and have great characterizations but unappreciative morons are choosing to whitewash the shit out of them :/. the characters are so easy to colorpick. theyre minecraft characters. literally pixels. coloring people of different skin colors is NOT a difficult thing. have some common sense and use references properly.

im an adult who likes adult things. as an adult i understand boundaries and that talking to minors about sexual headcanons is NOT a good thing! woah! some of you dont understand how important it is to tag certain shit on different sites correctly or how to keep conversations about NSFW topics away from people who are WAY younger than you. vague jokes are one thing but time after time ive either heard or seen myself that grown ass people are describing explicitly sexual things with minors. gross much???? and PUBLICLY of all things. its one thing to have your own friend group or whatever, its fine to discuss things in private so long as its with someone in your fucking age range but JESUS CHRIST! MCSM discord servers have become BREEDING GROUNDS for these kinds of adult NSFW discussions with minors and it only creates a domino effect where they too start sharing that in OTHER MCSM servers with OTHER minors. ITS GROSS!!

(whole paragraph above also applies to headcanons and aus that are also potentially triggering. jesus christ some things should just be kept in private convos on the internet)

and my god the DRAMA over characters its insane. its completely fine to dislike certain headcanons and to have certain opinions on them. you can publicly voice your opinions in a RESPECTFUL manner. it really is not hard.?? at all. there are a ton of headcanons i hate personally, i rant about them in private and if i ever feel like voicing about them in public ill say it in a respectful manner. if someone dislikes a headcanon you like it is not a personal attack on your entire being. relax dude. i will always agree with the statement that fiction affects reality but my god they are just FICTIONAL CHARACTERS that you do not know personally and you do NOT need to go on a rampage and witch-hunt people because people say things like "i think xyz character has a different body type!" or "i think xyz character is a certain sexuality!". this especially applies to age headcanons. ages are NOT CANON, sure there are characters that appear to be older than others but ages are always up for speculation. not everyone is going to agree with your "minor coded" headcanons, dont attack and throw proshipper/pedo accusations on people who dont? id go into the infantilization of the characters who get this kinda treatment but different problem different day. point is, headcanons are headcanons and sending swarms of people after people who disagree with them is DUMB and STUPID and NOT NICE! stop doing that

in general this fandom harbors horrible mindsets and even more horrible people who i will not name and frankly its getting very frustrating seeing how the people in this fandom treat each other. have some respect for others and also yourselves. fix up your behaviors, dont make your bad attitudes everyones problem, and spend some time off the internet. have a good day yall

[nickeverdeen]

Heyloo! How are you doing? :) Here to ask for headcanons (The Umbrella Academy fandom) fem!reader being married to Diego while being best friends with Klaus. Like, a female, non-addict, a little smarter version of Klaus and married to Diego (btw season one and she has powers that can make her make other people see and hear shit. Idk if you've seen Twilight but one of the Amazona girls has that there.)

Thank you I hope you and your loved ones are doing phenomenal! 🫶

Being Diego’s wife and Klaus’ non-addict best friend with the ability of creating hearing manipulation and illusions

Diego is fiercely protective of you, always keeping a close eye on your surroundings to ensure your safety

Diego loves to train with you, not just physically but also to help you refine your powers

He sees it as a way to grow closer

While Diego tries to maintain his tough exterior, he’s incredibly affectionate with you when no one’s watching, often whispering sweet nothings

You and Diego share a lot of playful banter, often teasing each other about your quirks

He loves when you can match his sarcasm

Diego always supports your decisions, even when he doesn’t fully understand them, because he trusts you deeply

Diego is big on small, meaningful romantic gestures like leaving you notes or surprising you with your favorite snacks

Though he tries to hide it, Diego gets a bit jealous when he sees other guys getting too friendly with you, even if he knows you’re just being kind

Sometimes, your sparring sessions with Diego turn into flirtatious encounters, ending in laughter and kisses

You and Diego are a power couple when it comes to solving problems, often thinking of creative solutions that blend his physical skills with your mental ones

After a long day, you and Diego often have late-night talks in bed, discussing your plans, fears, and dreams

Diego finds great comfort in your presence, especially when he’s struggling with his emotions or the weight of his past

Diego has deep respect for your powers and often consults you for tactical advice, knowing how valuable your abilities can be

While Diego isn’t big on public displays of affection, he has a habit of always keeping a hand on your back or waist when you’re out together

You’re Diego’s emotional anchor, helping him keep his impulsiveness in check and reminding him to stay grounded

You and Diego share responsibilities equally in your relationship, whether it’s in battle or day-to-day life, reinforcing your strong partnership

You and Klaus often wear matching or coordinating outfits, much to Diego’s amusement (and occasional frustration)

You and Klaus have countless inside jokes that no one else understands, often bursting into laughter at the most inappropriate times

Whenever Klaus wants to throw a party or cause some chaos, you’re the first person he calls, knowing you’ll add to the fun

You’re Klaus’s go-to person when he needs emotional support

You help him stay grounded and avoid falling into old habits

You and Klaus love to play harmless pranks on Diego, especially using your powers to mess with his senses

Your shared dark and quirky sense of humor often leaves others confused, but it strengthens your bond with Klaus

Klaus knows he can tell you anything without fear of judgment, making you one of the few people he truly opens up to

You and Klaus have deep, sometimes philosophical conversations about life, death, and the beyond, often leaving both of you introspective

Klaus occasionally asks for your help to amplify his abilities, combining your power with his to create truly bizarre experiences

While you’re a little smarter and more grounded than Klaus, you enjoy indulging in his reckless ideas, finding them a refreshing break from reality

You’re fiercely protective of Klaus, often stepping in to shield him from harm or from making bad decisions

You and Klaus frequently go on spontaneous adventures, whether it’s exploring a new part of the city or trying out an absurd new hobby

Your connection with Klaus is so strong that you can almost communicate telepathically, often knowing what the other is thinking or feeling without saying a word

Whenever there’s a night out, you’re always Klaus’s partner in crime, ready to dance, sing, and enjoy the night to the fullest

Klaus often brings up cosmic and existential topics, which you humor and contribute to, sometimes causing Diego to roll his eyes

You regularly practice your powers by creating illusions for Diego and Klaus, using them as test subjects for new tricks

You sometimes use your powers to play harmless pranks on Klaus and Diego, like making them see or hear something strange

When Klaus is particularly distressed, you use your powers to create comforting illusions, like a peaceful meadow or a warm embrace

Klaus loves how your powers can blend with his, especially when communicating with the dead, making you an even stronger duo

Occasionally, you use your powers to create playful illusions to entertain the other members of the Academy, bringing some lightness to their often stressful lives

You use your powers tactfully, often helping Klaus avoid bad situations by creating distractions or misleading people

You never hesitate to use your powers to protect Diego, Klaus, or anyone else you care about, creating powerful and terrifying illusions to ward off threats

[ofallthingsnasty]

H A T for Ace? Hehe

Yandere Alphabet

pffffft 😂 hey, i should be the one making cheesy jokes here skadjk honestly, it might be my grand old age (not really) but he's such a soggy little man to me. you have been warned - he's very different to the ones posted so far.

tw.yandere, emotional manipulation, minors dni

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

The whole fucking relationship. He depends on you, needs you. You’re his band-aid, his childhood plushie, his mom, his sibling, his partner, his best friend - Ace is the everything-issues man and all those deep-seated insecurities and all that trauma, all that hurt is coming out when he’s with you. He’ll never hurt you physically but it’s going to be a total mindfuck for you. This whole thing clearly isn't right; he is definitely out of line, you're in this situation against your will - but he's like a wet cat when he's with you and it's not an act. You'll feel like you're losing your mind - caught between being scared and forced to dry the tears of a man who has basically decided that you're his ersatz family. Maybe he'll snap one day? He doesn't seem to be the type but he already went so far - you never know with Ace.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

He’s extremely affectionate. He’s constantly touching you, playing with your hair, your clothes, your accessories. He wants you to touch him, too - just dote on him, please, show him that you’re there, that you care for him.  Cup his cheeks, cradle his head - he’ll practically melt into your touch. If you initiate it, he’ll be so happy.  (Don't overdo it, though. Or else he's gonna start crying and you don't want that. Absolutely ghoulish.)

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Oh god, anything but tears, please. He simply can’t take those - it breaks his heart to see you sad. At first, he’ll try anything and everything to cheer you up - but it’s not only for you. It’s for him, too. I think he’s very unstable as a yandere, in the sense that he flip-flops between being delusional and being horribly self-aware of the things he has done to you. He didn't want to be a monster, ever. Now look at him, forcing someone into playing pretend with him. Maybe all those people were right and he really is a demon child.  But he can’t let you go, either. You soothe that sting in his heart, your touch is all he thinks about after a long day. As much as it eats away at him, he's too selfish to stop this.

So don’t cry, please, don’t make him face the reality of what this is. Play nice, play soft, play your part convincingly so he can forget about it all. Make him think you're here with him because you want to be and maybe he can finally believe that he deserves to be loved.

If your tears and silence don't get better, though - he’ll simply clam up and ignore you. Not out of malice, never out of malice - but he really can’t take it. He just reaches a certain point where he can't help you without spiraling himself and has to get away from those big, sad eyes.

[thepunkranger]

Rating Resident Evil Men’s Marriageability

Note: I tried my best to be impartial with each of the men, regardless of my personal opinions

Chris Redfield

Pros

Loyal

Protective

Trusting

Wants to see the best in people

Strong

Anti-capitalist

Cares deeply

Prioritizes family

Ass that you could bounce a quarter off of

Cons

Smoker

Prone to bouts of depression

Definitely has PTSD

Drinks to forget

Literally solves his problems by punching

Married to his job

Rude to waitstaff

Keeps secrets because “it’s better for you not to know”

Blames himself for things out of his control

Canonically a bit of a slob

Overall Score: 5/10 - Could do worse, but could definitely do better. High potential of being a stereotypical “straight husband”

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Albert Wesker

Pros

Rich

Attractive

Super strength

Super speed

Verified genius

Might destroy the world for you

Looks good in a leather jacket

Natural leader

One of only two RE men to canonically have sex

Cons

Violent sociopath

Might just destroy the world in general

Obsessed with power

Believes himself to be superior to all other beings

Turned himself into a giant worm monster

100% would track your phone

Withholds physical affection as a power play

Overall Score: 1/10 - At best you’ll exist as a bored but scared trophy spouse. At worst he’ll dissect you as part of an experiment

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Leon S. Kennedy

Pros

Loyal

Kind

Affectionate

Caring

Silly sense of humor

Protective

Willing to be emotionally vulnerable

Always wants to do the right thing

Soft hair

Trusting

Goes out of his way to help people

Cares deeply about his friends

Strong

Flexible

Tries to make the best of any situation

Dog lover

Drives a motorcycle

Cons

Definitely has PTSD

Prone to depression

Bordering on/alcoholic Degeneration and up

Body belongs to the US government

A little dumb

Should not be behind the wheel

Overall Score: 8/10 - Potential to be an amazing, loving husband with therapy and support, but may fall into toxic or even self-harm tendencies if left unchecked

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Carlos Oliveira

Pros

Sweet

Protective

Kind

Physically Affectionate

Supportive

Strong

Cares deeply about the people in his life

Skilled with his hands

Emotionally vulnerable

Trusting

Wants to be the best person he can be

Willing to break laws to help those he loves

Natural provider (acts of service love language 100%)

Verbally affectionate

Sense of humor

Laid back attitude

Gorgeous hair

Respects boundaries

Cons

Probably has unprocessed trauma

Will do Dumb Guy Shit™️

Trusts too quickly

Will throw himself into dangerous situations without thinking it through

Will probably make inappropriate jokes without thinking unless you tell him specifically not to

Likely wanted in multiple countries

Overall Rating: 10/10 - Literally marry this man immediately. He will be a good partner, good husband, and good father. May need reigning in occasionally, but it comes from a place of love

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Luis Serra Navarro

Pros

Always has the best intentions

Cares deeply about his friends and family

Tries to do the right thing

Sense of humor

Highly intelligent

Extremely curious

Debonair

Charming

Good dancer

Chivalrous

Book lover

Good with his hands

Cons

Doesn’t open up easily

Tends to trust the wrong people

Smoker

Doesn’t think things through

Prefers fantasy over reality

Doesn’t always keep his word

Self-serving

Unprocessed trauma

Tends to deflect

Overall Score: 5/10 - Potential to be a great partner, but would take time and patience to get there (best outsourced to a therapist)

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Jake Muller

Pros

Snarky

Literally designed after male models

Loyal

Will have your back

Affectionate once he opens up

Surprisingly good with kids

Drives a Motorcycle

Self-sacrificing

Looks amazing in black leather

Cons

Daddy issues

Self-sacrificing

Tendency to only do things that benefit him

Takes a long time to open up

Illegal drug use

Wanted by multiple governments

Would need to be forced into therapy if he went at all

Overall Score: 4/10 - German Shepherd partner vibes. Would be forever loyal to you if you broke through his walls, but only to you. Probably wouldn’t stop any (self-) destructive habits of his either

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Piers Nivans

Pros

Kind

Trusting

Loyal

Nice to waitstaff

Appreciates good food

Cares about the emotional well-being of his loved ones

Not easily deterred

Cons

Self-sacrificing

Codependent tendencies

Most likely has unresolved trauma

Hotheaded

Overall Score: 7/10 - The potential is definitely there, however - like Chris - Piers winds up with a high likelihood for being a stereotypical “straight husband,” mainly due to his upbringing in a military family

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Ethan Winters

Pros

Loyal

Trusting

Kind

Good with kids

Indestructible

Gentle

Protective

Never gives up

Would still love you if you were a worm

Not easily scared

Domestic

Creative

Good under pressure

MacGyver skills

Soft

Self-sacrificing

Cons

Mold

Bad luck

Arguably too trusting

Self-sacrificing

Thousand yard stare

Overall Score: 10/10 - Like Carlos, marry this man immediately. Second only RE man to canonically have sex and the only one to get married. Just hope you don’t have a penicillin allergy

[verystrxxwberry]

Hi! In some days is my birthday and I would like to ask you for a hc of the guardian’s first birthday with Nevra since she returned from the crystal, in which they still didn’t come back but there was a sad-romantic-complicated-tension between them to get back together, pleeeease 🥺

<<First birthday>>

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𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: Nevra x Fem!Reader, Eldarya ANE, angst, comfort, fluff, sfw, LONG. The first birthday after returning from the crystal. ↝ 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: I’m sorry I went too late for this request and if your birthday already had passed, I truly hope it went as good as you wished! I hope you enjoy this late gift :’). I made it quickly so I am sorry if it makes no sense or it gives no emotion- I tried.

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Your eyes wandered over the lights of the market as you rested on that lonely bench. There was still something inside you that made it hard to accept that it had been seven years since you were in the crystal, and it was even harder to process all the events that had happened since you left. A life without Ezarel's annoying and constant jokes, without Valkyon's presence; it was now a life in constant tension. More so after seeing that the one you swore an undying love to had returned to his bad habit of wandering around the beds of anyone who invited him. It was something that burned your heart. It had cost you to get him out of that habit to win your heart, only to see you lose him again.

When you walked through the corridors of the H.Q you noticed his heavy gaze on you, your body reacting to his presence as it had for years. But now you tensed with discomfort. You wanted to stop feeling that way about him, you wanted to be the one who could receive his genuine love again. But it wasn't the same anymore. You no longer received those flirtatious smiles so common from him, nor any response to your greetings. Everything was answered with an infinite silence that consumed you inside until it left you crying when you least expected it. Leiftan had told you to move forward, but your heart was stuck in a past that would never return. You were going to meet with Leiftan to talk about this tonight.

Again your eyes were blurred with tears as you remembered all the experiences you had had with that vampire. Damn vampire... Sometimes you wished you loved him less. Having seen him smiling to other people in the last few nights had broken you. Why? When you got to see him do that when you came for the first time it didn't affect you. It's normal.

It was normal. It stopped being normal when he was yours, but he wasn't anymore. And you couldn't just stand there, stuck wishing he'd come back for you. You couldn't let the pain of a love bury you so much. Did he trust your love so little?

Footsteps behind you brought you back to reality, and you quickly used your hands to wipe away the tears that had unconsciously flowed unchecked. You turned around, expecting to see Leiftan. But there he was, the person you were remembering so sadly in your head a few seconds ago.

“Nevra…” A small gasp escaped your lips at the sight of him. You wanted to pinch your cheeks once, twice, four... six times. You didn't know what he was doing there. Your gaze roamed up and down his figure, not knowing why he was dressed so nicely. He didn’t react to your surprise in the slightest, keeping his cold and stern expression, but you could hear a small sigh coming out from his nose.

“Leiftan told me to come.” He said directly, not hiding the truth from you. Nevra was always an honest guy, but right now you wished to hear a lie from him. You frowned a little, expecting him to say something else. Very well, Leiftan...

“You can leave if you are here against your will.” You tried to mimic his cold and honest tone, but you were clearly frustrated with him. His shoulders relaxed a little, his eyes wandering around the market and back to you. “I guess you have better stuff to do tonight. Like always.”

“Holding grudges again.” He muttered, frowning a little himself. You could hear the heavy tone in him, as if he was bored of seeing your reactions. “I want a peaceful time, not to argue with you.”

“Why would you want a peaceful time with me now? I was going to meet with Leiftan, not with you.” This time you could see a reaction from him, how his brows frowned slightly more. 

“Ah, on a date?” Nevra sounded slightly mad, and you couldn’t help but wonder if this time it was his moment to be the jealous one. You chuckled, shaking your head.

“I’m not like you, Nevra. I do not replace so quickly.” You spoke out of anger as well, your heart beating faster than a rabbit’s. You didn’t want to argue; you wanted to stop all the negativity in between you two. Hearing his voice again was something that was affecting you more than you could realize. Instead of getting more mad, he simply sighed, looking at the sky and closing his eyes. He was trying to not break his facade.

“I truly hope you could understand me a little before saying stuff like that.” His voice sounded low, showing no signs of wanting this conversation to be violent. “I didn’t know I would see you again, I wanted to keep going on with my life.” A lot of doubts appeared on your mind when he said that, feeling your heart squeezing inside your chest as you took some bravery to keep talking.

“I get that! The only thing I don’t get is… why did you act as if we had never met before once I came out of the crystal.” The pain it gave to you was notorious, just as the guilt crossed his eyes as you said so, even if it was hard to see. He tensed his jaw, clenching his fists as he looked at you, expecting you to release all your frustration towards him. That empty gaze from him made your eyes brim with tears again. “I expected you to be happy to see me, to be in good condition with me. But I only found that you are better… going back to your old self than with me.”

“Hold on, hold on.” He growled, taking a step close to you. You could see there was a slight shine in his eyes as he started to speak. His dark and empty eyes weren’t as empty as you thought, not even his empty heart was that empty. “You can’t just come back to my life after seven years, in which I thought I’d never see you again, and expect me to act all loving with you. Of course I am happy to see you! More than anyone here!” He was raising his voice, taking out the frustration with his words. “But I couldn’t be stuck in being depressed. I also wanted to enjoy the pleasures that life offers. And it has been hurting me since the first day that all of those experiences weren’t with you. It has been burning me inside the fact that no one is better than you, that no one fills the hole you left in me and no one probably will.”

The burning ache in your chest moved towards your throat, your nails digging in your skin as you tried not to explode in that moment. You could feel your face burning at the strength you were doing to keep your tears collected. “Why haven’t you talked to me in all this time yet? I feel dumb for not being able to stop loving you this much.” The voice that came out from you was so weak. Pathetic, you thought, but it only fuelled Nevra’s desire to hug you. And more tonight.

“What makes you think I do not love you? I do. A lot.” His voice went low once again as he took a step closer towards you. “I could never feel better without you.” The whisper leaving his lips reached your ears and made your tears come out. “If I haven’t talked to you in all this time it was… because I didn’t know how to build a proper apology for my actions. I regret them, but I also believe that in my situation it was something normal to do. I could never replace you, and I don’t want to do it.”

“This is difficult…” You sobbed, wanting to clean your tears but finding that the one doing it was him. His touch felt cold, but it was warm at the same time as it was Nevra’s hands the ones holding you so carefully to clean those salty drops. “But at least I am glad you made yourself more clear.”

“I want to come back to your life. And I tried to punish myself, making me believe that it wasn’t like that but… I really want to come back to your life, if you are willing to forgive me.” His eyes had a spark, a spark of warmth and hope you haven't seen in a long time. 

“I forgive you. But I want you to promise that you are being honest with me.” The vulnerability of your voice, your request, it was heart melting. Nevra sighed shakily, as he also tried to not show his nervousness, nodding his head and squeezing your cheeks gently. His lips showed the barest hint of a smile as he looked at you.

“I promise it. And I promise to give you the best birthday gift today. So quit crying and let’s celebrate your day as you deserve.” His hands moved away from his cheeks, leaving you wanting more of that warmth you finally were able to receive. You even forgot the next day started and it was your birthday already. He started walking back to the headquarters, giving you a sign to follow him. With a timid smile you decide to resume your steps behind him, in a little rush to not be left behind. As you approached the big building, you couldn’t help but feel your heartbeat increasing once again. The doors opened and a sweet and delicious aroma welcomed you along with a big “Happy Birthday!” that left you in awe. All the members of the guards were there, some more excited than others at the event of a simple birthday, but those closest to you could show the happiness of being able to tell you that after so many years. The walls and chandeliers were decorated, and Leiftan and Mathieu were holding a birthday cake with your name on it. 

Nevra turned to look at you with a wider smile, his expression relaxed and serene. It was charming and tremendously mesmerizing to see him smile so genuinely again. His hand rested on the small of your back, finally murmuring a “happy birthday, beautiful.”

Without a doubt, his words were the ones that had made you the happiest. 

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[redhairedwolfwitch]

Under The Surface - Barcelona Femení x Reader

A/n: R has a lot of insecurities, bad experiences and trauma, so keep that in mind when reading this. We're ignoring how much I relate to R in this...

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Trust wasn’t something you gave people easily, especially not these days. You didn’t let people in, you didn’t let them know your deeper darker secrets, and you didn’t tell them things like your plans for the future. Especially when your plans were to make your great escape, and become something greater than you would ever become if you stayed where you were.

You didn’t underestimate how badly the people close to you could take it, so you kept everything to yourself, even when you struggled with the technicalities of the situation.

You were moving countries to play football after all. They had never approved of you playing football, so why would they approve of you moving countries for it. Moving away from them, for football.

You turned your phone off as you went through airport security, hand luggage in a tray with everything else you had to remove to be scanned.

Walking through the scanner yourself, you let out a breath before hurrying to pick up all your items, moving further into the airport to the duty free shops, cafes and screens that said where the gates were for boarding, and when they’d be open.

Checking where your gate was before anything else, you retraced your steps, tentatively using the airport toilets before busying yourself until your gate was open and you could board your flight. Destination: Barcelona, Spain.

Sitting and waiting for the plane to start boarding, you made the mistake of turning on your phone again, quickly turning off your location before your phone began to crash and you were unable to do so, with the incoming texts and missed calls that had gone to voicemail taking up the screen.

You knew the minute your phone connected to the internet that the other messaging apps would start crashing too, so instead, you turned your phone off,  burying it in the bottom of your bag and listening for your seat number as they began to let people board the plane.

Getting settled in Barcelona took you longer than you wanted to, but having to sort things out on your own as those close to you were back in your home country, and currently still annoyed you had left. You considered changing your number, but instead, you silenced all your notifications, muting certain apps in the process.

Of course, this affected your ability to see if you had been contacted by your teammates, but your instagram was unaffected by the time that one of the other transfers messaged you.

It was Fridolina Rolfö who contacted you, the two of you getting along well, even though you were slightly short over messages at first, but you grew more comfortable talking to Rolfö about Spanish classes and how to get to the training facility.

If your new teammates were asked to describe you, they’d describe you as shy, but hardworking, on and off of the pitch. You worked your butt off during training, even though you were quiet and almost guarded, nobody seeing the harsh reality that was you trying not to shrink inside yourself when receiving attention from the staff, (both compliments or tips on how to improve), or how when someone would yell, you would seize up like someone had thrown ice cold water over you.

Off the pitch, you worked hard to learn Spanish, the language barrier stronger between you and some teammates more than others, as you had Rolfö, Ingrid, Lieke, as examples who spoke English too. 

You were quiet though, maybe a little too serious, plus your developing Spanish meant you didn’t understand a lot of the girls’ jokes, but you were determined to try to understand at least some of the conversations happening.

Your teammates hadn’t realised how much you had been learning though, until Clàudia made a joke, then they realised. It was only when Patri and Clàudia heard you snort slightly, covering your face with your hand as they looked at you in shock.

“¿Nos entiendes?” Patri asked, watching as you tilted your head to the side slightly, eyebrows crinkling together as you processed what she had asked. ‘Do you understand us?’

“Si, un poco.” You admitted, gesturing with your thumb and forefinger that you understood them a little, getting Rolfö’s attention as she nudged you in the ribs.

“Are all those Spanish lessons paying off?”

“Si… I just… I’m still not that confident speaking…” You admitted, getting distracted by the staff approaching, your body heating up as you felt their gaze on you.

The team still didn’t know loads about you, but they had begun to pick up on some of your small habits. One of your little habits including you were always early, not late, or even on time, early. Earlier than necessary sometimes, yes, but you would wait until someone else turned up early, remaining near them until you built your own routine for getting ready to train.

Because you were often early, your car was becoming more recognisable, and there were a few running jokes, from that you didn’t sleep, to you slept in the training facility instead of going home. 

“Don’t you ever sleep?” 

You frowned at the teasing remark, sitting down in the dressing room to put on your boots, having already changed into your training gear by the time most of your teammates had arrived.

“Yes, why?” your body tingled with heat flushing through your body, clearing your throat as you fumbled with your laces.

“You are far too punctual.” Rolfö pointed out, softly smiling as you met her eyes for a moment, before your gaze went back to the laces of your boots.

“Isn’t being on time a good thing?” your body getting warmer and warmer with the attention on you, your heartbeat loud in your ears.

“Do you get enough sleep?” Rolfö enquired, watching as you moved to stand up.

“Yes.” Your answer was blunt, but you were internally debating whether you did in fact get enough sleep, always waking up before your alarm, that you could set a little bit later, but you didn’t. 

Luckily, you were able to make your escape, the training pitch a lot cooler than the heat you felt in the locker room from the questioning. The questions were nowhere near as bad as some you had had whilst at home in the past, but you were sweating and you hadn’t even started the training warm-up yet.

You were your usual self during training, quiet but determined and hard working. Carefully pushing yourself, you took the feedback the training staff gave you, trying not to bite down on your lip too roughly as you realised you would be one of the last ones in for the showers and the dressing room.

Checking the shower stall several times, making sure the lock was on, you let the water ripple over you, your heart rate calming as you blocked out everything around you but the sound of the water.

Another thing your teammates were beginning to notice. You were very apprehensive to change clothes in front of any of them, changing in the shower stalls into damp clothing after training, and changing in a toilet stall before training.

Maybe it was just part of your shyness, especially after you scared Leila trying to do her hair in the mirror in the toilets, whacking your arm on the wall of the toilet stall with a grumble.

“¿Qué?” Leila turned around, alarmed and wondering what had caused the noise, spotting the locked toilet stall at the far end, the furthest away from her.

Leila raised an eyebrow as you emerged, clad in your training kit, minus your boots that stuck out of your training gear bag that hung from your shoulder, washing your hands for the sake of it, you avoided her gaze as you headed out and into the dressing room to put your boots on.

The team were hanging around the dressing room when you walked in after your post-training shower. Having gotten dressed in the shower stall with some difficulty, you slipped your socks and shoes on in the dressing room, grimacing at the feeling of your damp socks. Leila met your gaze for a moment but was too wrapped up in the post-training dancing that was happening to point out that you would have more space changing in the dressing room… with the others.

Things were running smoothly, until it was decided the team wanted to go to the beach for their day-off. Sunbathing and swimming in the sea under the Spanish sun. Something the others were beaming about, but you were trying to ignore how your stomach was doing flips, and how your head echoed with every negative comment that your family had thrown at you during the summer months over the years.

But the comments were loud and overwhelming… and they stuck, even as you parked close by to where your teammates were meeting at the beach, you couldn’t get out of the car, glaring at the steering wheel before gently resting your hands over it.

“Fuck. Bet you didn’t realise how badly your comments would affect me, did you?” you murmured, ignoring the unread messages on your phone from the people you left back… no, they weren’t home, home was supposed to feel safe, had you ever really felt safe?

Warm tears made their way down your face, quickly wiping them away, you pressed the button to turn on the air conditioning. Your forehead gently rested against the steering wheel as you worked on your breathing, deep breath after deep breath, blocking out the thoughts in your head. Your bones chilled by the cooling air, you curled in on yourself, not realising how much time had passed, until you heard a tapping on your car window.

Looking towards the passenger door, you didn’t even try to wipe away the tears running down your face as you met Irene’s gaze, instead reaching over to try open the door for her, letting out a grunt as you remembered you had locked the car, unlocking it for her to climb in.

“¿Estás bien?” Irene asked, climbing into the cold car, the visible temperature difference not bothering her, but your air conditioning had almost turned your car into a fridge.

Shaking your head, you gazed out onto the beach horizon again, before whipping your head away like just looking at the beach had scorched your eyes.

“The others are picking out a spot on the sand, do you want to join them later? We could go for a walk?” Irene suggested but you ended up moving your seat back, pulling your knees up to your chest.

“I can’t.” Holding your knees to your chest, you let out a shaky breath, realising you would have to explain more for Irene to understand.

“I’m not- I can’t- I’m not comfortable on the beach. I- not when I look like this, and everyone looks like they do. I can’t do it. I’m not-” you almost spoke too much, biting your tongue before ‘I’m not allowed’ left your mouth, instead turning your head to stare down at the car pedals.

“You’re not-”

“I’m not comfortable. I’m sorry, I’m just not comfortable…” you trailed off as your phone began to buzz, connected to the car via bluetooth, you read on the screen who the caller was, waiting as it rang off, but Irene frowned, wondering why you wouldn’t answer a call from your family back in the place you left.

“They think I’m selfish, and some other nasty words, but they think I’m selfish for leaving, and moving so far away from them. They won’t forgive me for it, just like how they haven’t forgiven me for choosing football. It was my choice, but they don’t like a lot of my choices these days.” You had stopped stumbling over your words at that point, the shame of how different you were to your family and their expectations turning into a drive to spite them. By playing football, at an amazing club, away from them, in another country, where you didn’t feel their expectations suffocating you.

You didn’t dare look at Irene, even as her hand rested on your knee, but you reached over to turn the air conditioning off, no longer wanting to be in your fridge of a car.

Irene didn’t tell anyone the real reason why you didn’t turn up at the beach, instead telling them that you had a last minute emergency and couldn’t make it.

You’d begun to trust the Spanish defender a lot more ever since that day at the beach in your fridge of a car. But it came to a head when you went to change in the toilets before a home match against Valencia.

“You know, it is probably easier to change in the dressing room, cleaner too.” Ana pointed out as you returned to the dressing room to put your boots on, having left them in your spot.

Your face warmed as you fumbled with your boot, dropping it onto the floor with a thud at Ana’s statement. A clap caught your attention, glancing up to realise Irene had clapped her hands together to get everyone’s attention.

“If you’re ready, head out to warm up!” Irene gestured to the door, a large amount of your team funnelling out of it whilst you stayed behind, putting your boots on and tugging your socks up higher.

“Gracias.” You murmured as Irene crouched down in front of you, passing you your other boot to put on. You ended up walking out with Irene to warm up, sharing small smiles with her before you went to nutmeg Rolfö, who immediately laughed, retrieving the ball so the two of you could pass the ball between yourselves.

The game against Valencia went better than what you could have predicted, ending 5-0 at half-time, your feet tapping against the floor as you observed from the bench, biting your lip and grinning at each goal. Rolfö came to join you and your observations of everyone’s movements on the field, smiling as you made quiet comments under your breath, even predicting your teammates moves at times.

“Predicting the future now?” Rolfö smiled, nudging you as you muttered for the team to press more, then smiling slightly when Alexia called for it, and the team began to press more in areas.

You hummed as the game ended 8-0 to Barcelona, smiling at Rolfö before slipping away to change back out of your kit, not needing to shower for long since you didn’t play this match. Returning to the field already changed, you ignored the raised eyebrows in favour of hanging around near Irene, who didn’t question your clothes, instead passing you a pen to start signing stuff.

The UWCL group stage games occurring in the middle of the week between the Primera División games had everyone buzzing, especially when some of the games were announced to be moved to and played at Camp Nou.

For a few players, including yourself, it would be the first time playing in Camp Nou, leading to excitement as you overheard some of your teammates talking about how they were reserving tickets for family and friends to come. Apparently Aitana had asked for 100 tickets or something in the past, with Patri and Mariona joking that Aitana had brought her whole town at one point.

Your chest ached as you realised something that didn’t usually bother you, since you’d grown used to it, but your teammates would not understand. You would not be reserving any tickets, because you had nobody to reserve tickets for, you had no faces in the crowd supporting you, you never had. Your family didn’t want to pay for you to join the football club after school, so you played alone, in the local park, in the street, in the garden, wherever you could, until you could take things into your own hands… 

“Hey, have you reserved your tickets yet?” 

You stumbled over your words, struggling to answer Alexia’s questions.

“Do you need help? How many do you need?”

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.” You replied, looking down at your laces instead of meeting your captain’s confused look, but before Alexia could question you further, she was called away. As soon as she walked away you let out a sigh, looking up at the sky and blinking back the tears trying to prickle in your eyes.

The reserving tickets topic didn’t come up again, until you were staring up at the stands of Camp Nou, in awe of how big the stadium was. It was only when someone wrapped their arm around your shoulders to hug you that you realised it was Patri grinning, sharing the smile with her as you took it all in.

It didn’t take long for Clàudia to join you both, looking around with grins on your faces. Alexia smiled as she spotted the three of you, but that nagging question in the back of her mind crept to the surface, walking over to ask you the question that you failed to answer before, Patri and Clàudia going over to the others, so you were alone again.

“So, who are you bringing to the match? It is your first at Camp Nou after all.” Alexia asked, walking around the edge of the pitch with you, turning to look at you as she noticed you playing with your hands, before pointing to yourself.

Frowning slightly, you nervously smiled, gesturing to yourself, “I’m bringing me.” Your voice didn’t break, even as Alexia’s face went from confusion to realisation to disbelief.

“Your family could not make it?”

“They’ve never watched me play, not even when I was little, why would that change now?” You couldn’t look your captain in the eye, not when they were watering and tears were threatening to roll down your cheeks. Your face was on fire as you felt Alexia’s gaze on you, not daring to see her reaction to your confession.

“They are missing out.”

You tutted slightly at that, glaring at the sky before quickly wiping at your eyes.

“You know that phrase, ‘if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all’? I’d rather they not watch me, than they watch me and criticise me.” Your anger faded as you finally met Alexia’s eyes, “I don’t need everyone knowing about… all of that, that iceberg is bigger than what you see above the water, captain.”

Alexia watched as you walked away, shrinking in on yourself as you joined the others, whilst Irene met Alexia’s eye, walking over to the midfielder to watch you interacting with Mapi and Ingrid.

“They need to know, they are not alone anymore. They have us, the team.” Irene pointed out, nodding back as Alexia nodded slightly.

“Let’s get them a goal.”

///

You were known for assists more than goals. Creative with how you picked people out to get them goals, you never extended that creativity to getting the goals yourself. The attention was overwhelming sometimes, and you never came up with a goal celebration. You ended up standing there, deer in headlights every time.

So when the first group stages champion’s league game came, your focus was on not being nervous, focussing on your team, and helping them win. You didn’t see how Irene and Alexia were up to something, because you were changing in the toilets, not expecting Rolfö to be waiting outside to pass you one of your shin pads that you’d dropped on the way out of the dressing room with your stuff.

“Thank you.”

“I know you don’t like changing in the dressing room, but I am glad you dropped this in there, and not in the toilet.” Rolfö chuckled, grinning as you laughed too.

///

Your creativity with assists, plus the predictions you could make from the bench had started a few inside jokes that you could see the future, more specifically, future goals, and who was supposed to score them. You would roll your eyes every time Asisat or Jenni would ask you about your predictions for a match, but you liked the hugs that followed your teammates’ goal celebrations.

Irene sent the ball to Alexia, who picked you out from the other players quickly, sending it towards you. Glancing around to see who was available, you began to move, your intention being to cross the ball into the path of Jenni or Caro, but instead, the ball’s trajectory took it into the goal, hitting the side netting.

The confusion was evident on your face, even as your teammates began to flock to you, almost landing on the ground with the force that you were wrapped up in your teammates’ arms.

Blinking several times, you turned your head, tugging on the arm of whoever was close to you, meeting a grinning Jenni, who raised an eyebrow at the confusion on your face.

“Did I just score?”

“What? You did not see that coming?” Jenni teased, reminding you of the predicting the future inside jokes as you rolled your eyes, laughing at the movie reference you weren’t sure Jenni knew she had made.

///

Media duties always made you a little bit queasy, being put on the spot, asked questions into a microphone, especially with your work in progress Spanish skills, trying not to stumble over your words as you answered their questions.

Your deer in headlights look was as popular with the fans as the confused look you had on your face after your unintentional goal at Camp Nou.

It hadn’t taken long for you to be paired up with someone for media duties, turning it more into a conversation with whoever you were paired up with more than you struggling to answer interview questions.

Although, now you were standing and waiting for whoever you were paired up with to turn up, hair damp from your shower, your clothes were also damp from your haste to put them on in the shower cubicle with no grace whatsoever.

Foot tapping against the floor, already going over possible questions and possible answers in your head, mumbling under your breath before you almost jumped out of your skin from a hand landing on your shoulder.

“Let’s go, super star.” Irene smiled, gesturing for you both to go start talking. You didn’t notice that she saw how tense your body looked until she arrived, filling in another piece of the puzzle that she and Alexia were starting to put together.

Your focus remained on Irene, or the interviewer, not looking at the camera once, but you could feel your skin prickling with nerves. Goosebumps danced up the back of your neck as the lighting began to irritate your eyes, the urge to grimace barely withheld as the interviewer luckily wrapped up the questions, allowing you to escape to less intense lighting.

You ended up back in your car, hidden away, hiding from everyone, trying to breathe as your hands rested on the steering wheel, gripping it tightly. Tapping on your window broke you out of it, Irene gesturing for you to open the door, since you had reflexively locked the doors once you got in the car.

Leaning over to open the passenger door for Irene, you flinched as you spotted Alexia in the wing mirror, standing behind Irene.

“Great, now my breakdown has an audience of two…” you murmured to yourself, pressing the button to unlock the car and ignoring how Alexia climbed into the back, Irene in the passenger seat.

“Why is it so cold here?” Alexia shivered in the backseat of your car, about to reach over and turn off your air conditioning, but you whacked her hand, stopping her, and then Irene from turning the air conditioning off. “It is like a fridge back here.”

“When I feel basically any negative emotion, stress, anxiety, embarrassment, my skin ends up feeling like it’s on fire, so please ignore my icebox of a car because media duties make me nervous and the lighting in there was horrible.” You explained, leaving Alexia and Irene to exchange glances. Alexia shuffled slightly as you reached down to adjust your seat, the seat moving backwards until you could pull your knees up to your chest comfortably.

“This happens a lot?”

“Me crying in my car? More than you think.” You answered Alexia’s question ominously, but Irene had already found you crying in your car, crying over the beach instead of media duties and bright lights though.

Your body tensed up for a moment as a hand rested on your shoulder, fingertips brushing the back of your neck momentarily before your body relaxed, registering the hand as comfort, and not pain.

“Why are you so hot? Your car is freezing.”

You snorted slightly at Alexia’s comment, tensing as Irene’s hand gently rested on your forehead, the defender frowning to herself before she stealthily turned off the air conditioning.

“Hey-”

“You are going to get sick.” Irene’s stern expression left you to sigh.

“Fine.”

///

You hated feeling what you felt when you declined attending social events, always wondering why you felt alone, even when you flourished with your independence most of the time. But you said yes to going shopping with some of your teammates, and now you were trailing after them, carrying their bags and holding things for them so they could look through the aisles of clothing.

Every so often, your gaze would leave the very interesting floor to look at the clothes around, but any time a teammate spotted you looking at something, you backed away like the clothes had just burnt your skin, leaving you to look longingly at them from afar.

Trailing after your friends, you grimaced at the section of the store they had gone into, choosing to busy yourself with your phone, gaze on the floor, and face on fire as Leila tried to ask your opinion on something she had found.

“I- I don’t think my opinion on that matters as much as your girlfriend’s opinion will, Leila.” You pointed out, confusing the defender but you slipped away into another section of the store, looking at something that had caught your eye earlier. It was even in your size.

Biting your tongue, you could hear the voice in your head, reminding you of the shopping experiences you’d had growing up. Leaving the item you liked on the rack, your eyes were drawn to Mapi and Ingrid heading towards the tills to pay, meaning they had finished shopping. In this shop anyway.

You’d forgotten all about the item of clothing in the shop that you had taken a fancy to, but Leila hadn’t, taking her time to go back and get it. She hid it in a bag of her own shopping whilst you, Ingrid and Mapi stood outside, talking about getting iced drinks. She’d felt bad after throwing you off asking you for an opinion on something she thought would make you laugh, but adding that to how you hadn’t bought anything but your lunch on the shopping trip, Leila was left wondering what it was about clothes shopping that made you so uncomfortable.

You didn’t expect to find a bag left in your spot when you returned from changing in the toilets for training, about to sit down to put your boots on but the bag was in your spot.

“Is this anyone’s?” You called out, gesturing to the bag in your spot, but anyone who answered shook their head, getting suggestions to try to find a name or tag explaining it.

You didn’t see Leila watching you as you tried to find a tag or anything to suggest whose bag it was, but Leila smiled as you found a tag with your name on. Opening the bag, you froze as you recognised what was in the bag, pulling out the clothing item you’d been looking at in the shop when you went shopping with Leila, Mapi and Ingrid.

Leila’s smile turned into a grin as she saw the shocked look on your face turn into a grin, quickly putting the item back in the bag, hurrying to put your boots on as everyone began to go outside to train.

Leila smiled as Irene looked at her inquisitively, gesturing to the bag, but Leila innocently shrugged and headed outside instead of explaining.

///

You didn’t think you could get more awkward, but apparently you could. Team meals were a prime time for you to get awkward and uncomfortable, whether it was just eating a meal at a hotel before an away game, or group meals in celebration of winning a match. You were awkward.

Turns out there could be conversations during meals, and they weren’t passive aggressive. This wasn’t something you were used to, having developed a habit, or technique, where you would manage to finish your meal and get away from the uncomfortable silence or passive aggressive conversations at the dinner table.

You discovered this early on with your Barcelona teammates, pretending you had to take a phone call away from the table at the hotel after finishing your meal before anyone else had. Your face and neck tingling with heat as you realised what had happened, sitting outside to try to calm down.

It didn’t help how uncomfortable you got when you ate too slowly in the past, feeling eyes on you almost waiting for you to finish so the people around you could move on with their lives. Your teammates were nothing like those you had left behind, the ones you grew up around a dinner table with, but you still ate quickly, but that quick pace was normal for you now. As long as you didn’t choke or make a mess, since the attention from that wasn’t something you needed either.

The fresh air after eating was becoming a helpful habit for you, although you missed out on the conversations your teammates had around the table, and in turn your teammates missed out on talking to you too.

You were still missing by the time that team bonding was decided with a movie night, so some of your teammates volunteered to go look for you, they needed your thoughts on what movie to watch. It was Aitana who found you watching the sunset out back in the hotel courtyard.

“Are you okay?” Aitana broke the silence, sitting down next to you as you kept looking at the sunset, closing your eyes for a moment as you took a breath.

“Yeah, sorry. I got overwhelmed, I’m still not used to being at a table without an uncomfortable silence, or passive aggressive comments.” You probably should have realised you were oversharing as Aitana frowned, wondering where you had experienced that.

“Did you need something?” you enquired after a long enough silence, reminding Aitana of the task at hand as her gaze drifted from where the two of you were focussed on the sunset.

“Noche de películas.”

“Oh, movie night, okay. Have the others already picked?” Following Aitana inside, the midfielder looked over you in thought, putting together your behaviours in her head as she watched you make a beeline for where Irene and Alexia were sitting, locating yourself on the floor in front of them without needing to ask. The midfielder hadn’t realised how often her gaze drifted to you when the movie dulled out a little, but there was one thing she could conclude. There was a lot going on under the surface with you.

/// translations hopefully ///

¿Qué? - what?

Noche de películas - movie night

¿Nos entiendes? - do you understand us?

Si, un poco. - yes, a little

¿Estás bien? - are you okay?

Gracias - thank you

[chansabsfanclub]

Han NSFW Alphabet

genre : suggestive smut, gender neutral reader

word count : 1477

warning : suggestive and some smutty content

A/N : Han is my bias so I had lots of fun with this, I'm sorry I took such a long break from writing, I hope you enjoy this addition to the NSFW collection.

After care : 

Jisung's super goofy and loving, giving lots of kisses all over his partners face.  He'll give compliments and cuddle them tightly, he wants to make sure they feel loved, while keeping the mood light and fun.

Body (favourite body parts) :

He loves his hands, how they look on his partners body and when they hold his partners neck and face.  Jisung would love his partners booty, he'll rub it and praise them about how hot they are and hold onto it tightly during sex.

Cum :

Messy when he cums, he loves cream pies but only if his partner is on birth control or has a kind of contraceptive, or anal.

Dirty secret :

He hides how Horny he actually is because he thinks it would scare his partner if they knew how much he jerked off and thought dirty thoughts.  Until eventually him and his partner got close enough where he didn't hide it anymore.

Experience :

This man will brag about how he has alllll the experience in the world, he makes it sound like he's the sex expert, but in reality he is relying on the corn hub for his information, and when he actually gets to the down and dirty part, he'll get awkward and make jokes to cope.  Very little experience in other words.

Favourite Position :

Doggy style all night, he can grip his partners ass, pull on their hair, fuck them as hard and roughly as he can, and he finds that the position makes him cum the hardest, it also helps him reach his partners most sensitive spot inside.

Goofy :

Jisung is extremely goofy, especially when it comes to sex, he'll sneakily go in for a motto boat, he'll be teasing and laughing and it helps his partners relax as well if they're nervous or shy, he's easy going and thats what helps make him so lovable.

Hair :

Jisung will do a complete shave every couple of weeks, then let it grow out, it's a lot of work to keep it constantly shaved down, so he has a little routine going where he'll take everything off and then let it grow out, then repeat.

Intimacy :

King of PDA, from making cute faces to holding hands and cuddling on a bus ride to home, he will actively show affection to his partner no matter what.  He has his limits though, cute PDA is good with him, anything sexy or promiscuous would make him too embarrassed and awkward.  

Jerk off:

He will find the time to do it every day at least once, maybe twice if he feels like it.  His sex drive is crazy and his horny levels are insane, so he's jerking off a lot which doesn't help his case.  Don't worry, he's not an addict.  Yet.

Kink:

He's not the most kinky out there, he has a few such as back scratched, he'll beg his partner to dig their nails into his back as he fucks them, as well as pet names and such.  He's pretty open to new things though.

Location:

Anywhere in the house with a solid surface.  You're taking a shower together?  He'll make you hold onto the wall for dear life.  In the kitchen making breakfast, prepare to be lifted onto that counter.  As long as there's no one else in the house Jisung will initiate something anywhere.

Motivation:

His motivation is his hormones, you could be sitting on the couch watching tv and turn him on.  His dick has a mind of its own, so in terms of motivation he will be motivated anytime there's an opportunity.

No :

Noooooo public sex, not for him and never will be, he'a a huge flirt but he also has his dignity he's not willing to risk just to get down and dirty.  He'll stay away from public spaces when it comes to naughty stuff, only closed off locked spaces will do.

Oral :

His best friend, hes a rapper his tongue knows how to move, he can do oral really well, and he also enjoys seeing your mouth wrapped around his dick as you suck him off.

Pace :

He can do any pace depending on the situation.  He's the master at quickies, and if it's slow and sensual you want he can do that too, but he might get carried away and fuck your brains out.

Quickies :

Jisung is down for a quickie anytime any day, his high sex drive needs tending and there's not always time to get sensual, quickies are his best friend.

Risk :

Is Ji the most risky person out there?  No, he'll get super embarrassed if someone were to walk in on something, so he keeps his risk fairly low just to keep SOME of his dignity.  But, he wouldn't be opposed to a quick blowjob under his studio desk to take his mind off his projects.

Stamina :

He has pretty good stamina, we've all heard him rap, his tongue can work miracles and he has enough stamina to make you cum on his face.  He can last around 15 minutes if it's slow and sensual, but if it's a quickie he'll get both him and his partner cumming in less than 5.

Toys :

He feels a but intimidated by them, he's 100% supportive if his partner wants to use them, but he'll get a bit scared if anything super extreme were to come out and be suggested.

Unfair :

He teases, I know he teases, you know he teases its a universal thing.  He'll be dangling sex in front of you like a feather toy to cats.  "Hmm, should I fuck you?  I don't think you'd like that.  I guess we won't fuck."  And other stuff like that.  

Volume :

Jisung is vocal, he's not screaming or anything, but he can't help but mutter out a "Yes baby" or "You feel so good". He'll even let moans slip out of his mouth as he gets closer to his release.

Wild Card :

"Hey Ji, I'm here, I stopped by the convenience store as well."  I called out to my boyfriend as I entered the studio.  It was late and Jisung was stuck on a song he desperately wanted to finish.  He had texted me to come keep him company since Chan and Changbin had already went back to the dorm.  

Jisung turned in his chair to face me and smiled widely.  "I'm so glad you're here!  This is killing me."  He fake cried and opened his arms for a hug.  I giggled at him and went over to hug him tightly.  I sat on his lap and he turned back to his computer.  

I watched as he worked for a while, his shoulders would tense and then relax, and his face would scrunch and he'd hold his breath, eventually releasing it after finishing something.  He was super stressed, and I have an idea how to help him.

I got off his lap and slid under the desk, his face turned from confused to excited really quick.  "Baby, are you gonna..."  

"Shh, keep working."  I interrupted him, he went back to his project, my hands went to the band of his sweatpants, tugging them down slowly, he lifted his butt so I was able to brings them down to his feet, his dick in his underwear was already starting to get hard, it was just too easy with him.  

My hand gently rubbed his dick through his underwear, I could hear him let out a sigh as I pressed down lightly onto him.  My fingers teased at his underwear, slightly tugging them down just so his tip was showing, I brushed my thumb over it making him quiver slightly.

"I thought this was supposed to be a stress relief."  He jokingly said, his breath caught in his throat as I took his whole cock in my mouth.

X-ray :

Jisung gives off average dick energy.  He's my bias okay, so I'm being completely honest,  he doesn't have the biggest dick energy.  I'll give him 6 inches, with a bit more girth, but nothing crazy, he knows how to use it though, from all the jerking off.

Yearning :

He craves sex, we've been over this.  When it comes to sex drive he could make it from one side if Canada to the other.  

Zzz :

Passes out right away, after they've finished, he'd wrap his arms around his partner and cuddled them to sleep, passing out right away.

[kismety]

you are already loved whether you like it or not;

(shifting related, LONG-ISH POST, inspired by @punchliiine )

You and I are already loved whether we like it or not. Whether we have the courage to accept it or not. Our DR/IR-selves are loved, respected, cared, and adored, and you—yes, you—you are loved, respected, cared, and adored just as much. Why can you shift realities? Because we all share the same consciousness, that's why it's accessible to everyone. That means you and your DR/IR-selves are us, we are them.

Your lover, partner, whatever they are; they love you. They miss you. They will look for you first in any room, they will look at you that way. They will have to confront their feelings for you. They love you for you. They care; they notice your expressions, they notice the twitches of changes every time. They notice you, stare at you, smile at you, only you. They make exceptions for you. They think about you, take the time out of their day to dream about you. They can be frustrated about their feelings for you, about how much it drives them crazy but also how much it makes them belong and loved and cared for— they are yours. You are theirs.

Your parents, your siblings, your family. They care about you. They've grown up with you, they raised you, of course they will. Forever and ever. Your brother, or your siblings will hug you if you're crying over something, if that's not that they do, they'll cut up fruits or make a dish in order to see you smile. They will think about you. They will worry about you. Your parents will say "I love you", if that's not how they show affection, they'll take you out, because they know you deserve it. Your family will adore you, they're proud of you. They love you, of course they do, you exist.

Your friends. Of course they annoy you. If that isn't your dynamic; of course they beam whenever they find you in a room full of people. Of course you both have inside jokes. They laugh beside you. They cry beside you, they vent about the most painful experiences they had to you. And you will do the same, they will listen. You are friends. You care. You love. You adore. You are one in the same, technically. So, of course, they will love and cherish you the way you do with them.

You are loved whether you like it or not. It feels full at the heart, and you have to admit that it aches, but it's what you deserve. You deserve to feel good around people, you deserve to belong and have friends, you deserve to bury your face against your guardian's shirt as you cry, you deserve to bake alongside your partner with glee. You deserve so much love. More than the 'sins' you've committed. More than the guilt, shame, anger, and disappointment that you keep reminding yourself. You are loved just as much as you love the ones that you do.

You are loved. So, please, relax knowing that. Control your fears of change, of abandonment, of isolation, of attachment, etc., your fears care about you too.

[not-goldy]

Goldy I woke up today & it hit me. I've been kinda down since enlistment cause I miss Jikook, but there I was driving, blue skies, fluffy white clouds, windows down, blasting music & it hit me even tho I miss Jikook, I have something antis/tkk don't & that is PEACE. Something antis not had since Chapter 2 & been yanking their grey hair out over ever since & unable to be happy & enjoy anything. See, they tell themselves Chapter 2 showed the real close duos, but in reality, Chapter 2 knocked their delusional lights out. Between Paris, Tae/Jennie and Jikook's Silver Day date, Letter together, dedicated lives, their private ALONE trips, possible travel show & now Jikook enlisting together, its been a non-peaceful year for antis. Tae ruined their delusions when he went to Paris to be with Jennie & confirmed all those hacker leaks were real. Then Jikook ruined their Thanksgiving by traveling to Tokyo together & had them crying in their cranberry sauce. Then hit them with enlisting TOGETHER right before Christmas & they couldn't even enjoy opening their stockings full of coal. No matter what Jikook are to each other. I sleep at night & wake up knowing Jikook are together. When I get worried about them in there, I remember they have each other. Antis can't do that.

So no matter why Jikook chose to do what they did regarding each other at the start of Chapter 2 or where Jikook go from after MS. I'll remember when it came down to facing military hell, one of the biggest challenges they'll ever face in their life, that they let their walls down & bravely showed all their haters that they chose each other to get through it with together & NO ONE ELSE. Something BOTH of them have expressed gratitude about recently, when it comes to the other being there with him. Anything else said about their relationship, what it is or isn't, is just outside noise & conspiracy theories. What I know for sure is at this moment Jikook are together by choice & mutually happy about their decision. That is all I need to know. And in the words of Jk, are you jealous, keep being jealous, Jk will keep being with his Jiminie every day until mid 2025, blubblluulblllul.

Now, I'm gonna go hop in my car again, roll the windows down, blast Letter & sing at the top of my lungs, they see me rollin' they hatin' my music so loud & just soak in the peace of mind knowing Jikook are there for each other right now & not letting their haters affect them, therefore I won't let their haters affect me.

Frankly you have more than peace- you have also the beautiful memories of two of the most beautiful human beings on earth and the memories of seven boys enjoying their lives and bringing us along that journey.

Forget the hyper sexualized edits and innuendos, Forget the goofy dorky personalities they both have, Forget that they are bandmates- you have the making a fairytale of pure love pure friendship and the gift of the greatest love story unfolding before your eyes in real time.

If all I had to my ship was a couple hip thrusts at a 45 degree angle, a few dirty jokes, a love story I had to jump through hoops to connect and toxicity I'll be so miserable as a human being.

I'll always be grateful to Jikook for this one in a lifetime experience. If it's a fantasy they made my fantasies come through

Love jikook and love you too babes💜🌈

[curator-on-ao3]

Again, cool response to the last question, so I'll let you pick from these options:

And there are things I have fan-fixed in my head to the point that I have to remind myself that the fix-it isn’t part of the actual canon: favourite one of these?

Or

Your/a favourite part of actual canon. Like, maybe something little but it's just so lovely and fitting to you and you're just happy that it exists?

I’ve been a little down on Trek lately, so I’m going to type as fast as I can to brain-dump, in show order, the first things that pop into my mind that I absolutely love in Trek canon:

Kirk calling Nomad his son, the doctor

Christine Chapel’s snark to Roger Korby about schtupping the androids

Mark Leonard’s performance in Balance of Terror

the Horta (a great mama)

“Edith Keeler must die.”

Captain John Christopher, United States Air Force. Serial number 4857932.

Tribbles

the lesson of The Cloud Minders that we must have empathy and listen to others when they tell us about their lived experience in an environment unlike our own

the cheap-ass animation of TAS

Q

Bynars and Minuet

Beverly Crusher’s frustration in Arsenal of Freedom (and the episode’s Good Ship Lollipop joke)

Picard shooting the other version of himself in Time Squared (to clarify: out of respect for those times when we have to stop ourselves from getting caught in loops/doing stupid stuff and we summon up the courage to break a bad cycle and move forward)

K'Ehleyr

Picard out-lawyering the Sheliak

Rachel Garrett; Yar and Castillo

Lal (but I can’t watch the end anymore, it hurts too much)

the Shakespeare and “Set a course for Betazed. Warp 9.” comedy in Ménage a Troi

Best of Both Worlds, I and II (Shelby inclusive)

every conference table discussion in all of TNG

Beverly’s jump in Remember Me (such a damn good episode)

the reveal in Future Imperfect (which one? all of them)

The Dancing Doctor tap dancing with Data

Darmok. And Jalad. At Tenagra.

Ro Laren

Troi saying, “You could have easily been right” to Ro in Disaster

Hugh, Third of Five

the fact that The Next Phase has so many plotholes and they’re forgivable because the episode is so fun and great

Scotty on the holodeck version of the TOS bridge and Picard joining him

Rascals!

Deanna’s “Ancient West” outfit

the Jefferies tube music and make out session in Lessons

Attached. Oh, my heart.

the Enterprise with three nacelles … and that absolutely perfect last shot of the series

“You exist here.”

Sisko’s casual, everyday affection for Jake

“Old Man”

Rejoined. Lenara Khan. The love. That kiss. The emotional stakes. All of it.

the three Ferengi hitting their own heads to try to fix their universal translators so the 20th century Earth military people mimic the movement to try to communicate

every second of Trials and Tribble-ations including Sisko working overtime to stop fuckmaster Dax, tossing the tribbles, Sisko meeting Kirk, “We do not discuss it with outsiders,” and so much more

Kira blaming Bashir for putting the baby inside her when … you know … behind the scenes

The Sons of Mogh helping with the harvest in Children of Time

Far Beyond the Stars — some of the best if not the best science fiction I have ever seen

the monster fakeout (and kindness) in The Sound of Her Voice, even though the end makes me cry

“Computer, erase that entire personal log.”

Solok

Sisko and Kassidy discussing their comfort levels about a simulation in which the reality was segregation

Janeway waterfalling off the sofa to be closer to Mark on the screen

“Warp particles!”

the lizard babies

the two Janeways in Deadlock

Remember (a painfully good Holocaust episode that doesn’t get enough credit and, yes, I know the path the script took and I’m glad it ended up as a B’Elanna episode)

“I don't know what I'm seeking.” “Then I believe you are ready to begin.”

“The child you spoke of, the girl. Her favorite color was red.” Also, Tuvok’s meditation lamp in the window for Kes.

hot damn, Counterpoint, yaaas

everything in Relativity

“The Yankees, in six games.”

Janeway going after Seven in The Voyager Conspiracy

“This is Lieutenant Reginald Barclay at Starfleet Command.” “It's good to hear your voice, Lieutenant. We've been waiting a long time for this moment.” ���The feeling is mutual. Unfortunately, the micro-wormhole is collapsing. We have only a few moments.” “Understood. We are transmitting our ship's logs, crew reports, and navigational records to you now.” “Acknowledged. And we're sending you data on some new hyper-subspace technology. We're hoping eventually to use it to keep in regular contact, and we're including some recommended modifications for your comm system.” “We'll implement them as soon as possible.” “There's someone else here who would also like to say something.” “This is Admiral Paris.” “Hello, sir.” “How are your people holding up?” “Very well. They're an exemplary crew, your son included.” “Tell him, tell him I miss him. And I'm proud of him.” “He heard you, Admiral.” “The wormhole is collapsing.” “I want you all to know we're doing everything we can to bring you home.” “We appreciate it, sir. Keep a docking bay open for us.”

“Nice hair.” (Live Fast and Prosper)

Janeway and Jaffen in Workforce

the spot-on legal concerns of Author, Author

“Set a course. For home.”

(Nothing from Enterprise or Prodigy only because I haven’t watched enough of Enterprise or any of Prodigy)

Burnham and Georgiou forming the delta with their footsteps

the CGI on only the shields protecting Burnham from space

“Are we in session? Because I didn't know you were practicing again. Because if I have your undivided attention for fifty minutes, I can think of a whole bunch of other things we could be doing.”

“That's as depressing a trait as I've ever heard.” “I don't give a damn … I still don't give a damn.”

Cornwell beaming in, phaser aimed, taking command of Discovery

Cornwell phasering the fortune cookies

Cornwell’s voice breaking: “So my Gabriel is dead.”

Detmer’s little bounce when Emperor-as-Captain Georgiou takes command

Pike beaming aboard and instantly being all like MOJAVE to prove to the audience he’s the guy from The Cage

New Eden. Everything. Oh my God (pun intended). The visuals. Owo’s backstory. Pollard patching Pike up after he’s shot. The light at the end. Oh my God, yes. That episode. Yes.

Number freaking One beaming aboard and having her lunch briefing with Pike (Chris and Una’s decades-long friendship wasn’t canon yet, but it shows here so beautifully)

Gabrielle Burnham

“In case the shit hit the fan.”

Michael Burnham on truth serum

Book

Laira Rillak, everyone!

Q&A

season 1 Raffi Musiker

Fleet Admiral and Commander-in-Chief Kirsten Clancy

“You owe me a ship, Picard.”

“You need a feather in your hat.”

Riker greeting Picard

Hugh greeting Picard

the separate trio of Raffi, Clancy, and Deanna all telling Picard he’s shit

Rios singing in Spanish

President Annika Hansen

everybody finding each other in the Confederation Universe

Liam Shaw — a character with incredible highs and lows

Majel Barrett as the computer voice when the crew gets to the Enterprise D

“Somehow I figured you might.”

everything in Ghosts of Illyria

Spock and La’an’s mind meld

Spock and T’Pring in Spock Amok

“You cannot resign. The loss to Enterprise would be unimaginable. To me.”

“If you’re going to steal a starship, do it correctly.”

Neera Ketoul

La’an normalizing needing to eat all the time as a teenager (especially important for girls to hear)

Pike and Una visually checking in with each other so often that it’s in their cartoon versions (that whole episode, actually, including, “Riker!”)

That’s scrolling through episode titles and jotting down stuff I love off the top of my head, fam.✨

Thank you so much for this ask, anon! ❤️ I needed this positive energy in my life.

[heckmate]

Machine 47

I was able to find more information on Machine 47 thanks to a Russian Knock-knock VK group. One user stated that only IPL was bound by the non-disclosure agreement and that users can post freely about it, and thankfully one of the backers (who I will credit below) documented a lot about it!

Disclaimer: I do not speak Russian at all and everything I was able to learn was through Google translate. Sorry if anything was misinterpreted.

The gist: Machine 47 was a reward for the $47 tier on Kickstarter. It’s a 3D room consisting of a chair, a clock, and a book. The user is to write down a wish in the book and stamp it - the instructions were to write a wish centered on the self instead of others. Then, the user is to leave through the door.

Occasionally, the clock would speed up, but once the user wrote their wish down, the clock would stop. I think the clock also corresponded with the user’s PC time; I'm not sure how exactly this worked with the user's PC time and how it was able to keep corresponding with it...

I’m not sure what else it was supposed to do, sadly. I couldn’t find anymore info. However, thanks to VK user Ilya Batischev (Ilia Batishchev on YouTube) there is a video and also a file with instructions on how to use the Machine (I will put both under the read more) as well as a screenshot of the notebook in which the user was to put their wish:

Here is a screenshot of the notebook, translated from Russian by google translate (credit once more to Ilya Batischev):

(according to them, the 47 was a recreation of the stamp in MS paint ;D)

Lastly, here are the translated instructions. They come from a file called 47_RUS.rtf:

There are many things in the world that go beyond the natural order. Some miracles are created by human hands, and some happen by themselves. Sometimes it is difficult to understand exactly how: through intense effort, through a happy accident, or in some way beyond our understanding. Undoubtedly, the course of events can be influenced by human will. With our close attention we reveal hitherto invisible fragments of reality. Sometimes we are given the chance to consciously and responsibly choose what kind of world we would like to live in. If you want something sincerely and clearly state your will, reality will definitely respond. Before you is something like a wishing machine. She is made of equations, quanta, November leaves, chance and good will, and yes, she can make your wish come true. To do this, you need to carry out a simple ritual (guess the correct sequence of actions - in this case, this is the very necessary work). 1. Mathematics is responsible for accuracy, probability theory is responsible for randomness, but only human will can direct these forces in the right direction. Watch your thoughts and don't think that this is just some kind of joke. 2. Take your time. Composure is required for the machine to operate properly. We believe that desire must ripen there, inside. Be patient and the solution will definitely come. 3. Even the most powerful computer cannot do the internal work for you. Once you are in the machine, focus and formulate a desire. Write it and leave the room. Everything else will happen in reality. 4. Inside the machine you need to do three things. Which ones you will have to guess on your own, but here are the tips: Time, Word, Sensitivity. The machine may not know what you're doing, but someone is watching you and maybe seeing everything. There are several rules to follow when you formulate a wish. We don’t impose artificial restrictions, we’ve just experimented with it a little. We confidently declare that this is not a "monkey's paw": it will not burden your desire with evil and will not try to deceive you. But you still need to handle words carefully, so you should follow safety precautions: 1. Try not to be too vague. The machine will understand you if only you understand yourself. 2. Don't wish for anything that would affect other people's lives. It's better to focus on your own life. Only the strongest desires can change the destinies of others. 3. Do not wish for what you yourself, deep down in your soul, consider impossible. Establishing Eternal Peace or changing Planck's constant is a worthy goal, but it is unlikely that you will want it with all your heart. Otherwise, nothing will come of it. And please always be aware of the possible consequences. One way or another, try to be sincere and accurate. Then the Machine will serve you well. She has already helped us. And remember - the world consists of what you want to see in it.

(Note: Google Translate translated the word "machine" to "car" a few times, so I changed it back to machine)

All of this info can be found, in Russian, in the linked VK group--just search "47"!

[the-girl-with-starry-eyes]

Bliss (Toji x Reader)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Toji and I had planned a cozy and romantic day at his home. As we entered the house, the familiar scent of books and warmth enveloped us. Toji's eyes gleamed with excitement, and he couldn't hide his affection as he took my hand."Together at last," Toji said, his voice filled with anticipation. "I've been looking forward to this day with you."

I smiled, feeling a surge of happiness. "Me too, Toji. It's always the perfect escape being here with you."

Toji led me into the living room, where a soft glow emanated from the fireplace. He gestured for me to take a seat on the plush couch, and he settled in beside me.

"This feels just right," Toji remarked, his eyes fixed on me. "No distractions, just you and me."

I nodded, my heart fluttering at his words. "It's moments like these that make me cherish our connection even more."

As we snuggled together on the couch, our fingers entwined, the atmosphere became infused with a sense of comfort and intimacy. The silence was companionable, but we also relished in the joy of shared conversations and laughter.

"You know," Toji said, his voice laced with affectionate humor, "I still can't believe I found someone who appreciates my terrible jokes as much as you do."

I giggled, leaning my head against his shoulder. "Your jokes may be terrible, but they always manage to make me smile. That's why I love them."

Toji's hand gently traced circles on my back, his touch soothing and reassuring. "And I love the way your laughter fills the room. It's one of the most beautiful sounds I've ever heard."

As evening approached, Toji suggested we cook dinner together. We stood side by side in the kitchen, chopping vegetables and sharing playful banter. The sounds of our laughter filled the air, creating a joyful melody that echoed through the house."Who knew you were such a great cook?" I teased, playfully nudging him.Toji smirked, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "I have a few hidden talents, you know. You're lucky to have me."

Finally, we sat down at the dining table, our faces beaming with satisfaction and anticipation. The candlelight danced around us as we savored each bite, reveling in the flavors and the shared experience.

"You truly have a talent in the kitchen, Toji," I remarked, raising an eyebrow playfully. "Perhaps I should appoint you as my personal chef."

Toji chuckled, his eyes sparkling with warmth. "Only if you promise to be my taste tester for life."

As the night grew darker, Toji suggested we take a moonlit stroll in the garden. Hand in hand, we wandered through the serene landscape, moonlight casting a soft glow upon us.

"This moment feels like a dream," I whispered, my voice barely above a whisper.

Toji pulled me closer, his voice filled with sincerity. "It's not a dream, (Name). It's our reality, and I couldn't be happier."

Underneath the twinkling stars, Toji and I found ourselves drawn into an embrace, our lips meeting in a gentle and passionate kiss. The world around us disappeared as we lost ourselves in the moment, knowing that this connection was something truly special.

Returning to Toji's home, we found solace in each other's arms, cherishing the quiet moments and the promises of a future built on love and shared experiences. The night enveloped us, filled with whispered words of affection and tender caresses.

Together, Toji and I sank into the comfort of his embrace, knowing that we had found a sanctuary in each other's arms.