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poptod · 4 years ago

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October 1st (Elliot Alderson x Reader)

Description: He waits until the last moment and it’s too late.

Notes: i wrote a love letter to my friend but im never gonna send it so im profiting off my misery. gender neutral as usual

Word Count: 1.9k

Sad, sick people have a tendency of gravitating towards each other, whether or not they're aware of the illness of the other person. You know this quite well – in your rather sick childhood, where your mind was plagued with thoughts of self hatred, most of the friends you made were just about as sad as you. Looking back, it is a rather horrifying thought considering you were only twelve and so ready to die. Your mother said you were exaggerating, and that makes sense. Things were dramatized back then. But there's a flicker of truth in there, a small part within the soul that truly believed they should be dead. There's no sicker thought than that.

This trait, that part of yourself, carried through into adulthood. Unfortunate, really – that means it isn't just teenage drama, it isn't just your peers or your family. It's you. You look at yourself in the mirror and realize with tired, drooping eyes that it was always you. There's a quote – something along the lines of, "some people grow sad very young, and I know this, for I am one."

Elliot is sort of like that, too. Well, the two of you get on fine – in both life and within your friendship – and you don't really need to talk about it. You're both well aware of the others' problems, but it doesn't need to be mentioned. All you do is sit in cafe's together so neither of you are approached by creepy people and smoke together at his apartment. It doesn't need to be more than that.

Despite that barrier in your head, he's still your best friend. Maybe because he's one of your only friends, the other being an internet friend who you visit every now and then. Oh well. You lead a pretty sedentary lifestyle – you don't need a lot of friends. Just one to hang around.

Still, he does get around sometimes. He gets up out of nowhere, you ask where he's off to, and he says out. Most of the time he doesn't let you come, but this time he has and he's just wandering around. Looking at people and rationalizing their presence, watching the birds on benches, staring at shopfronts. For a moment you think to ask why he'd take such excursions in such cold weather, but with a glance to his peaced out face you know he doesn't have an answer.

You suppose that's just fine – there's something about fall that has you enjoying time outdoors. The piles of golden and red leaves pushed up against the sides of the streets, the coffee signs in front of every cafe, each with their own drawings of steaming coffee, and of course the scents in the air. It's not a particularly nice part of the city, but it has a fair share of restaurants and most smell of apple cider and cinnamon. The taste of pumpkin is also there; probably because you're sitting next to a Starbucks.

People pass by you donned in fuzzy jackets and long scarves. You look a bit like them; you're not a fan of the cold, so you have mittens, a hat, boots, and a scarf. Elliot on the other hand is much the same, as usual, and you don't expect him to ever stray from that routine. You like his routine. It's familiar.

"I'm leaving soon," you finally blurt out, a topic barely in your conscious mind but ravaging your subconscious. It's both good and bad news, considering the trip is for getting a doctorate, but it's clear he doesn't feel the same way. His eyes widen and he looks to you almost incredulously.

"Where?" He asks.

"Berlin. They've got this program for foreign students. I'll finally be able to get my doctorate in linguistics," you say, nodding to yourself. "I, um... I don't know if I'll be back."

"Why not?" He asks in a softer, rougher voice.

"It's an expensive move, you know? And there aren't that many jobs for linguists here.. at least, there's more in Europe," you half mumble, staring at your fidgeting fingers.

He gets up and leaves. Without another word except an astounded stare out into space, he stands and leaves you on the bench. You almost go after him, but he's got that look about him, and you know he's a little lost in thought. It'll be fine – you won't leave for a little while (not until October, actually), which gives you some real time with Elliot, if that's what he wants. As hard as it is for people to read him, you have a knack for it. That's probably why he spends any time at all with you.

You're going to miss him quite a lot. Lying in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling in your sleep clothes, the clock well past midnight, you wonder if he'll miss you too. He hasn't talked to you since you told him, which you did a good week or so ago now. Guilt settles deep in your chest – he's a man of routine and you're seriously breaking it. Fortunately, it's not really your problem. You have your own life and it doesn't revolve around what makes him comfortable.

You still feel bad about it, though.

About two weeks before you're set to leave he finally texts you, telling you to come visit him, and though he doesn't say it you know he means one last time. You get it right before you're about to get in the bath, and instantly you reach for the drain, unplugging it to let it drain while you redress yourself. Something nice – not your sweatpants, no matter how warm they are in the late September chill.

Outside rain falls in great sheets, battering down on the already dead leaves and the many, many busy people. Most everyone you pass by is dressed in black – black coats, black pants, black umbrellas. It's like they're mourning a death, though the only death you can think of is that of summer. You don't have an umbrella in your bag, but there's enough people on the streets with umbrellas and enough overhangs that you manage to stay mostly-dry, till the crowd thins out around Elliot's apartment and you get drenched. Droplets of water run down your fully-soaked hair, falling cold on your eyelashes and turning your nose a blushing pink.

Excitement pounds through your heart at the prospect of seeing your friend again. People at your workplace are nice, but no one is quite as intricate or interesting like he is. Every person is special, as are you, but you find yourself looking for the same traits in all your friends. A sort of quiet person with far too much beneath the surface. That's the only way you know how to describe what exactly Elliot is – well, he's kind. Soft-spoken, usually. Lost in his thoughts. Distant. Compassionate, and surprisingly, warm. You don't hug him much but he's warm, and for some reason you never expect it.

He lights the joint, taking a few puffs to ensure it's working before handing it to you, leaning over the small couch so you can reach. Smoke clouds itself in your lungs, forming pockets of dry, happy thoughts in your head. It all comes out with your exhale, like the freeze of hot breath in winter and the fog of dry ice.

"I love you," you say. Blurting is becoming a bad habit for you, but that's okay. You won't see him for a long time, and you need to get it out, no matter how surprised Elliot looks. He always looks a little surprised. "You know that, right?"

He laughs – he actually laughs. A smile spreads across his usually dull cheeks, and a blush crosses him, pink around his grin and pronounced in his ears and the tip of his rounded nose. You can't help it so you smile with him, absorbing the entirety of his fluster. He's always so closed off. Maybe you help him out of that hole, but it's mostly wishful thinking that drives your thought process towards that.

A cloud of smoke releases itself from Elliot's mouth. He doesn't say anything in relation to your announcement, but you don't particularly expect him to. He's a little odd when it comes to affection. You don't mind it in the least, too caught up in memorizing his little movements and his breathy sighs to bother with the tough things.

So that's it. You spend one more afternoon-into-evening with him, and you don't see him again, not at the airport, not over text or Skype. There was a chance of that – you knew that, but it still disappoints and saddens you to watch the ground disappear, the last memory of your Elliot from several days ago. It feels as though it's already fading despite the fact that you remember every detail of your time with him. How could you forget?

Fidgeting with your bag on the plane, you close your eyes and wonder what things will be like when you get back, if you ever do. Your bag is a little like his jacket – a comfort, with fringes that are easy to fidget with, as much as it might annoy the person sitting next to you. Anxiously you dig your hand into your bag, looking for your anxiety meds, only for your fingers to brush against paper.

You don't have paper in your bag.

Pinching it between your fingers, you pull the paper out, revealing an envelope with your name on it. With shaking hands you tear open the glue, unfolding a note scrawled onto leaf paper. There aren't any lines for guiding, but the words are perfectly spaced.

(Y/N),

I'm not sure if I'll ever send this to you. Maybe not – everything is so unsure right now. My constants in this hectic state of the world are few and most are not good. My job, my scars, my anxiety, they never go away but neither do you. It may seem inconsequential to you – you're likable and you have other friends, but I don't. Not really. I have you, though, and it often feels like that's enough.

I always wanted a forever person; someone there throughout all life for better or worse. A bit like tonight – it ended with a bar fight, but somehow I enjoyed it. I looked to you and you were grinning and bashing a guy's head in, and somehow that made me smile. It's always better with you. I don't talk about that enough.

You're the good in the world. I find it hard to believe, much less articulate, how good you are. How kind. Understanding. Creative, open, pure in the best way. You make me want to become a better person, and isn't that what humans strive for? A connection with someone who makes you believe the world is capable of good, someone that makes you believe you'll be alright – so long as you stick by their side.

I don't write these kinds of things. You know that – I don't like bringing my deeper emotions to light. But you're safe and I trust you; I just hope you understand how special you are to me. You deserve so much good and I wish I could give that to you. I can't give you what I want to give you, but I will always be your friend, no matter what.

Elliot

He wrote this a while ago. That bar fight was a year or so ago – is that how long he's been keeping this letter back? Is this why he asked you to come over? ... Is this his attempt to get you to stay?

The plane's already over the ocean. You can't even see the shore anymore.

You realize just a little too late that he's the good in the world.

#elliot alderson x reader #Elliot Alderson #mr. robot #rami malek #rami malek character #mr robot #elliot alderson x male reader #elliot alderson x female reader

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thedreadvampy · 4 years ago

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this is kind of a Hot Take (and rlly long) so don't feel pressured to post this

also no one cancel thedreadvampy over posting this ask if she does these are my beliefs and not necessarily hers kthx

I'm honestly really uncertain why people are so militant about aphobia on this site. like obviously aphobes are Not Nice People and it's good to be against their shitty beliefs. But I've been on this site for ~5 years and I have never, in my memory, seen an aphobe (with the few exception of like. literal nazis but their main label isn't aphobe). I have seen a lot of people who were then harassed/cancelled being called aphobes in addition to a lot of other things like (homophobic, racist, abusive, etc) but as far as I bothered to figure out, the label of aphobe came from one specific phrase they used or one post they reblogged (though I can't be bothered to Deep Research so I genuinely don't know on this one).

(I have seen casual acephobia in my own personal life. however, that is not Tumblr.)

I have seen scores of posts along the lines of "aphobes are bad" "aphobes dni" etc etc.

Maybe it's just who I follow, but it seems like there's a lot more anti-aphobe sentiment than aphobes. Which is good! It's the goal! However, I think it's possible that that anti-aphobe sentiment has not become "look how few aphobes there are! yay!" it's "there are hidden aphobes all around us and you have to interrogate everyone to know who to ostracize"

You're a fairly popular figure in the mechs/tma fandoms and the thing about Tumblr is that it hates popular figures. And more than that, you're visible, so a) people will see if you answer a bunch of questions about ace things, and b) you exist in everyone's brains more than little blogs.

to be clear. to be absolutely crystal 100% clear: I am not saying that people got together and went "let's interrogate all the popular blogs so we can pretend theyre acephobic and have fun bullying people," I'm saying it's possible that what was once a positive emotion, "we don't tolerate intolerant people" has possibly, in some people, morphed into a fear that intolerant people are hiding all around them. And frankly, that fear can be understandable (not right, not kind, but understandable), especially if they face hate irl and their only outlet for emotion is tumblr. shit, Tumblr is one of my emotional outlets.

I don't think it's bad to engage with these people in good faith, or to answer questions, but I think it's possible that some of them are coming from the "intolerant people are hiding all around us and must be ferreted out" kind of perspective instead of a "hey I wanna check that this person isn't an intolerant asshole before following/supporting them" or "I want to engage with a person who may be ignorant" (I'm not attempting to imply that you're ignorant). Im not saying "not answer their questions" this is just, like, my opinion. I'm not making a lot of actionable statements here.

that's my whole Hot Take, hopefully I made some kind of sense, I just honestly feel kind of mad on your behalf that you have to go thru an interrogation to be Not Tumblr Cancelled. If people were generally having a nuanced discussion then that would be fine but you've already stated several times that ace/aspec people are valid and deserve love and respect etc etc. which as an aspec person makes me feel that your blog is safe for me, and I don't feel the need to play 20 Questions Are You Sure You Aren't An Aphobe

I don't know how much of this I entirely agree with and I refuse to think

(not about this. just in general. today I refuse to think)

my main response to this is:

a) I think my confusion is I have less than 1500 followers I think I always assumed the You Are Now A Public Figure People Have Opinions On mark had to be higher than that but this appears to have been a totally incorrect assumption

b) I don't feel like. a threat of Cancellation except inasmuch as I don't want Kofi to eventually get any kind of kickback if I turn out to be or people understand me to be a shitty person. I didn't ask for a platform or do anything to deserve it, if I get distressed it's largely just that I don't want to be a shitty person! and I have a whole thing about. I don't ever feel secure in my ability to say I'm NOT being shitty so like if enough people start saying AH RUTH THEDREADVAMPY IS A GARBAGE PERSON I definitely do stay wondering if they're right even if I think my position is morally defensible. like I'm very easy to get into a spiral of I think that's highly defensible but maybe I'm just in denial/trying to cover my ass/self-justifying so I can avoid accountability/etc. like this is a thing and it's why I'm very uncomfortable with absolutism, a lot of my family in my experience have a phenomenal capacity for denial and for rewriting reality into something they Fully Believe despite all the evidence, and so I'm really conscious of the possibility that I'm doing that and I wouldn't. know about it. it's a really really powerful subconscious force and that's been like. a big fear point for me my whole life. that I could be being a cunt and be obviously being a cunt and be so deep in denial that it just doesn't register at all. this is like. the thing I fear most. So I DO want people to tell me if I'm being a dick because the only way I can 100% know I'm not just in denial is if I can trust people to call me in, but I really, really, really struggle with when people say I'm being a dick and I disagree, not because they're harassing me necessarily but just because it really sends me into a spiral of doubting my own ability to be sure about like, anything. at all. it's a whole unreality thing which is, uh, it's MINE to deal with, it's not something I would want to put on other people, but it very much does affect my responses and I didn't mean to write this but hey, no therapy last week and it shows.

oh also c) on reflection I don't agree that there's very little aphobia on Tumblr (although as I've said I'm not ace or aro so my opinion should hold little weight) but I do think that there's a lack of give and take, not just in aphobia stuff but also in general, in these kinds of conversations, like sometimes yeah people are actively hateful but I don't think there's any room for misunderstanding, poor phrasing, or questioning, and I understand that that's coming from a really genuine place of pain and devaluation of aro/ace experiences but I also think people jump straight to assuming active malice very fast, and often explicitly consider "actively not stating an opinion" to be an offence on the level of "actively staying a harmful opinion," which I think is unhelpful. like. we learn by listening, there are times in my life where I would have been lying at the time to agree unconditionally with something like "I think we should believe survivors" (I was a 2000s teen who hung out with 4channers) but I also was conscious of the harm that it would do to publicly debate from the perspective that No We Shouldn't Believe Survivors, so you know I waited and I listened and I thought about it and ultimately I came to a position I could say with my chest. but like. The online social more that you Have to have an opinion and I Have to hear it to prove that you have the Right opinion is. uncomfortable to me to say the least. I don't think it gives you much room to learn and improve, especially given that everything on the internet is permanent and often treated as if it forever reflects your current beliefs. like I have changed my opinions So Much since I was 16 and if someone went back through a tag on my blog to Prove My Bad Opinions they could paint pretty much any picture they wanted with 12 years of changing opinions.

anyway yeah like. no I don't fully agree with this ask but I appreciate the alternate perspective. I also did not mean to write another wall of text I'm just very much In A Brain Hole today and sometimes words Just Happen.

#i don't want this to pop up in Discourse tags that will double ruin my brain off scrolling experience #but i do want people to be able to filter this stuff out #I'm gonna go wiiiiiiith #thedreadvampy adiscourse #so I'll try to tag everything surrounding the question of aphobia and me with that #no gonnae tag my general depression posting with it though that's just What This Blog Exists For

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princessjungeun · 4 years ago

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Handong As Your Girlfriend

i’m sorry if this is bad i genuinely get so self conscious writing for Dreamcatcher i can barely think 🥺

🐱you met at a fansign

🐱 she onced you over and bit her lip unknowingly

🐱 an intense blush spread across your face when you noticed what she was doing

🐱 when she saw your reaction she thought it was cute so she continued to flirt with you

🐱 “whats your name?”

🐱 “y/n”

🐱 *smirks* “a beautiful name for a beautiful girl”

🐱 you debated if you wanted to flirt back, in the end you did

🐱 “you’re the beautiful one princess”

🐱 she completely stopped working at that point

🐱 you just laughed

🐱 the entire interaction you two had was basically just flirting

🐱 but Handong ended up writing her phone number in your album

🐱 she was clever about it though

🐱 Handong wrote the word form of her phone number, in Chinese with a small “translate” written under it in english

🐱 you didn’t realize until you got home

🐱 the two of you texted back and forth for WEEKS until you could finally meet in person

🐱 your first date was cute

🐱 she took you to all her favorite places

🐱 you confessed first

🐱 Handong gay panicked before saying she felt the same way

🐱 she’s absolutely the cutest

🐱 “hi baby how was your day!” always brightens your day

🐱 Handong insists you learn Chinese, not to be fluent or anything but just a few things

🐱 all you really know is commands

🐱 “come here” “what is that” “where is ______” “can you hand me that” “do you want this” etc

🐱 but what she refuses to teach you is the affectionate things she’ll whisper into your ear

🐱 but you can tell by her tone of voice if it’s innocent or not

🐱 she never repeats these words though, she knows you’ll memorize and translate what she says

🐱although she’s the more flirtatious one, she is far too shy to tell you “i love you”

🐱 instead she shows her love through buying you small things or simply doing things that indicate how she feels

🐱 her arms are one of your favorite places to be

🐱 Handong sends you selfies constantly

🐱 there are more selfies exchanged than actual messages

🐱 you post her on your personal instagram more than anything else, to be honest it could be mistaken for a fan page

🐱 put you are her biggest fan

🐱 she finds it cute how you always tell her you wish she had more lines

🐱 when she actually gets more you literally lose your mind

🐱 you even imitate her singing sometimes and it always makes her laugh so hard she can’t breathe

🐱 “WAIT LEMME HAVE MY MOMENT” *in tone deaf singing and dramatic choreography* “sO nOW iM hOLdInG tHiS pAiN!!!!”

🐱 *Handong realizing she made the right choice by being with you*

🐱 you love when she sings to you

🐱 Handong can be a softie too

🐱 she loves when you call her by nicknames

🐱 “Dong Dong!!!”

🐱 Handong is the only person allowed to wake you up

🐱 Handong has woken you up at 11:35 pm to show you a cat video she thought was funny

🐱 although you didn’t find it funny at all you laughed at how amused she was by it

🐱 as stated before she loves cats

🐱 your cat hates her but she won’t stop bothering him until he loves her

🐱 your cat is just grumpy tbh

🐱 the two of you travel a lot when she can

🐱 she’s never taken you home to Wuhan but she really wants to

🐱 she tells you about her family and where she’s from all the time too

🐱 she just can’t wait to take her favorite person to her favorite places back home

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nekowriteshaikyuu · 4 years ago

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gallery folder

i told you not to save it !!

pairing: kuroo x reader

warnings: mentions of nudity(well not really)

a/n: andd we’re back with another episode of ‘i write to let loose of my sad emotions’, staring me, me,,andd me. idk uhh, i have a few homework to do but i was being teased by my mum about my double chin:) i know it’s a joke and i try not to take it by heart but i’m really trying to ya know lose weight and having those comments is just making me doubt myself even more. so uhh,,, enough of me, enjoy a quick hc i made:)

(once again i apologise if it doesnt really match well with the character,,,and also my vocab hnngg)

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kuroo and you have been dating for about 2 years now. You both are really comfortable with each other. He’s that doofus who laughs like a maniac, gives of that quirky smirk all the time and just, a crackhead.

but at the same time, he’s really good in bed owO. Just- muah. he would be able to not make you walk for days but he doesn’t want you to suffer so much so he takes is nicee and sloww.

Sometimes when your feeling a little hEaTy,or just to tease your boyfriend, you’d snap a few mirror pictures of you in his jersey/clothes. The hem of the shirt just stopping at your thighs, but not enough to cover your SwEeT cHeEks im sorry, the collar area draping over your shoulder, revealing your bra slightly. You sat on the sink with your back facing the mirror, accentuating your butt and snapping multiple pictures.

you’ll always send it to him during his practice sessions with a text after that like “how long are you gonna take?” or “feeling a little lonely here;p”

everytime he’d come home busting the door like an fbi agent, dashing into your shared bedroom. He won’t even give you a second to speak or welcome him home, he’d just pounce onto you.

one day, you both were home after a long day at school and he went into the room to change while you sat at the living room couch, sipping your water and wiggling your legs.

you spotted his phone on the coffee table and took it because,,curiosity kills the cat. You’re that cat.

you opened it and already the lockscreen is you holding the plushie he earned for you during your date at the carnival. Unlocking it, the homescreen was a picture of you and him after his volleyball match, his hand wrapped around your waist and yours around his. Your felt your cheeks blushing as you recall the beautiful memory.

your eyes soon landed on the gallery icon. ‘well, a peek won’t hurt’. you clicked on it and it was floaded with tiktok memes, pictures of nekoma, pictures of you and pictures of cute doggos. you smiled as you went through all the pictures, his wide smile just melting your heart

it was all cute and stuff until you spotted a folder which was named “heaven”.

“heaven? are these his match tournament pictures?” you asked yourself before clicking on it.

...it wasn’t what you thought it was.

there, the folder was flooded with pictures of your noOds you SWORE you told him not to save. well guess what? he saved it. well, screenshotted it to be exact.

you’ve always been self-conscious about your nudes being leaked. Your friend had experienced it and she went on static. So everytime you sent one, you made sure that once he’s seen it, you’ll delete it immediately to avoid it leaking. But kuroo being kuroo, he’d screenshot it seconds before its wiped off.

You couldn’t stop scrolling. He saved every. single. picture. Not one of your nudes is not not there.

Just as you would even reach the end of the folder, Kuroo came out of the room with fresh clean clothes.

You stared at him before he looks up and notice you

“babe? what’s wrong?”

“kuroo...what is this?” you flashed the booming folder of your nudes. He bent over to look closer before realising your holding his phone, and going through his prized possession.

“wait how did you get my phone ?!?” he ran straight to you, tackling you to grab his phone away from you.

“t-tetsurou!! I told you not to save it !!!! it’s gonna leak !!”

“no it won’t i swear it’s only seen within my eyes!!”

“nooo!!!” his body weight really crushed you. losing your tight grip around his phone, he took it before checking if any of the photos were deleted. When all photos are still present, he sighed with a relief before clutching it to his chest

“tetsurou. delete them immediately.”

“this is the only thing that’s keeping me alive when i’m desperate during practice, y/n. so,no”

“tetsurou !”

a/n: yay, i feel much better after writing this:) also i’m not good at writing like nsfw or anything kinda winky wonky so i hope this is fine. Also i’m really dumb with tumblr i still don’t know how to use this app so if my blog is messy and stuff i’m so sorry. But yeah, i hope you enjoy it:)

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #haikyu #haikyuu #kuroo x reader #kuroo scenarios #kuroo tetsurou #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x you #haikyuu!!

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tokyoghoose · 5 years ago

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he is rough, his love tender

dabi x reader

playlist: apple juice - jessie reyez, no vacation - yam yam, nobody love you - john lennon, mardy bum - arctic monkeys*, sangria - easy life ( ft. arlo parks ), coffee for dinner - orion sun, funny you should ask - the front bottoms, hell and you - amigo the devil, cigarette duet - princess chelsea, im not a saint - billy raffoul, all the luv in my sick heart - awful tune

warnings: mentions of fighting and blood, alcohol and sex

summary: you scratch his back, he scratches yours time and time again.

announcements!

dabi is a todoroki

idk if i like this or not tbh i just wanted some touya fluff 🥺 lemme know what you think!

requests are open!

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There are many words that can describe Dabi, non of which being very kind because he himself isn't very big on the act. He's stoic and snarky and doesn't trust people easily, often opting to stay out of the spotlight and put as much distance between himself and others. He's capable of love, but with so many layers, it's almost impossible to get a drop of admiration out of him. He'd prefer is someone is begging on the knees with tears at his feet if he was going to give them an ounce of 'love', but even then it's not gentle and it sooner becomes something for him to indulge in. Consider it a favor. He's sadistic and mean and careless of others. He's cautious and careful not to get caught, even if it means backing down from a fight.

However, if you're lucky, he'll be gentle while facefucking you and he's grown partial to giving, even if he uses the excuse he likes it when you cry from the edging and beg for him to actually give you what you want. Even if he fights it, he doesn't have an excuse for when he wakes up in bed with your back pressed against his chest and an arm slung over your waist. He hates it even more when he wakes up with you looking at him like that. The look like he's the only man in the world even if he's nasty and says things he's not even sure he means anymore. You look at him like he doesn't have scares and isn't burnt on a majority of his body—like he hasn't done terrible things to get these permanent reminders. Not that they bother him, but under your gaze he starts to feel like self-conscious. It makes him roll his eyes when you give him a soft smile, pressing your lips to his shoulder before making your way down his chest.

He can't stop the tiniest of smiles from gracing gis features on those mornings.

Right now however he could be described as aggressive, irrational, and argumentative. It's a simple misunderstanding on his part, but he refuses to hear you out.

"I'm not blind, y/n. You were all over him." He keeps his chilled composure but his tone is a stark contrast. He's upset, maybe even angry at you, but more at whoever the guy you ran into on the street. He's not jealous, he's not really the type and even if he was he would never admit it. Besides, technically there's nothing between the two of you. It's an unspoken agreement and understanding that the two of you were something even if there was no exact title. Or at least that's what he thought when he cut all his other hookups off. He wants to kick himself for doing that when the two of you never talked about the situation you've found yourselves in. It's likely you never would talk about though.

"Are you even listening to me? He was asking for directions! I was trying to be nice, unlike someone." You retort, exasperated. Bastard and his selective hearing.

Dabi rolls his eyes, pushing his way past you with a irritated chuckle before waving you off.

"Yeah, whatever. I guess you being so close to him was the read his upside down, huh. I'm going for a walk."

You were about to point an accusation at him when the door lf your apartment slams shut and rattles the flat. His voice may not have raised but every yell he was holding back went straight into that action. You mutter something along the lines of, 'good, don't come back' before turning away from his exit.

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It had been hours now, and you were beside yourself with worry. Sure, it wasn't unusual for him to be gone the day and sometimes he wouldn't even come back around to your apartment, but even then he'd send you some kind of text to make sure he's still on your mind—his words, not yours. You didn't expect him to be on your mind even when he didn't acknowledge you. You gnaw at your cheek, staring at your screen like a message would pop up. Were you wrong to think the relationship was actually going somewhere? Of course i am. It's Dabi we're talking about.

But now it's almost half past two and something about it just didn't sit right with you. Was this some kind of sick game that a higher power was playing on you? Did you really piss him off? Groaning in distress, you grip your hair and tug. This was all so exhausting, he's exhausting. What was up with this whole thing anyway and why did you even really care about what he's doing in his free time? The two of you are so alike it's sickening the more you think about it. Stubborn, always taking what you want without remorse because you can. But now what you want is slipping between your fingers and you're afraid you don't have enough power to get it back once it's gone. It makes you laugh. Who would've though the big bad y/n would be like this. The other villians would surely call you pathetic for it. Even Dabi has called you out on it whenever you got soft around him. How he's always so hard pisses you off.

You throw your phone on the coffee table, deciding to go to bed. You knew you probably wouldn't be able to get comfortable, but at least you wouldn't be waiting for a call that wouldn't be coming. Hell, you'd even be happy is he called for a simple blow job before kicking you out. He makes you weak and the sooner you accept it, the easier it'd be to live with.

You head to the bathroom to take some sleeping medication before hearing a clash in your livingroom. Whipping around, your first instinct is to shut the door and lock it. What are you doing, y/n? You're too tired to fight anyone now, you'd probably miss whatever target you tried to aim at. You look down at your hands. The most you'd be able to do is trip the breaks in the apartment and try to get a jump on whoever it is in the dark. If it's some kind of small time villian they'd probably kill you as soon as they saw you, especially when you can barely keep yourself awake. You bite your lip, going for the light above the mirrors and short-circuiting the entire apartment. You head outside the bathroom, a small burst of blue electricity coming from your hands like a torch.

"I'll light you up if you take one more step." You cringe at the waver in your voice. What was this weak display? You scoff and thrust your palm forward to emphasize the threat, seeing a hand on the floor from the little bit of light. You follow its path up to a purple, red and scarred arm. A gasp leaves you, rushing over to the body on the floor with muttered curses. He groans, rolling over before pushing you away, a hiccup coming from his lips.

"Jesus christ, Dabi. " You sit on your thighs, palms holing you up when he pushed you. You grunt, going to lift him up and onto the sofa. He pushes against you, his hand hot against your skin and you yelp. Furrowing your brows you stand, an urge to kick him coming to you but you brush it off, "fine, get yourself up while i turn the light back on."

Starting from the bathroom, the light flickers back on. You glance at the first-aid kit in the open cabinet before grabbing it and some sleeping pills despite yourself. If his touch was that hot without even using his quirk, he had to of used it intensely before.

When you walk back into the livingroom he's on the sofa, one hand gripping his side and the other adm covers his eyes from the sudden light. You want to be mad, but you can't find it in yourself to be. He looks awful. It's not like you haven't seen him like this before, you've patched him up after fights time and time again but seeing someone so strong and bad injuried and completely at their limits never ceases to surprise you. Still, you keep the firm and angered expression on your face.

"Dabi, what did you do." A statement and when he doesn't reply, you call his name again. This time he uncovers his eyes and looks up at you. Oh. He's drunk. Not only does his soft gaze give him away, but so does his breath when he opens his mouth to respond before closing it again and grunted at the sight of the first aid kit. You roll your eyes, urging him to sit up so you can take a look at what he's grabbing at on his side. He gives you a swift glare in refusal, about to push you away again. He always does.

"Fine, if you want to do this the hard way. Doesn't it ever get exhausting fighting me?"

You pull yourself over his hips, careful of the burns on his legs in case he really did go overboard with his quirk. Prying his hand away, you go to lift up his shirt and he looks away from you with a huff. What did he get himself into now? Especially so late, especially when the league definitely hasn't called on a mission because if they had you would've known about it. Looking up at him, you're eyes soften at his attempt at an angered expression. He's got to be tired. Ill patch him up and send him on his way quick.

"Why'd you come through the window?" What did you do that you can't just come to my door? Dabi takes in your tone and words, knowing them by heart by now. You never just asked what he did to get himself injuried and hurt on his 'days off'. By now there's been a long stretch of silence and his arms and legs have been wrapped up with ice pressed to them gently to cool down his temperature. If you had it way you'd have him in an ice bath to cool it down internally, but it'd be futile, especially when trying to work on stitching up the gash in his side.

"Shut up." Is all he says, turning his head to avoid your hard stare before you groaning when you purposely press into the bruising surrounding the stitches.

"I went to a bar‐"

"And? That's obvious, you'd probably still be slurring your words if I hadn't basically drowned you in water."

"Let me finish if you're going to ask, noisy bitch." He grits, earning another knuckle to the side.

"I went to a bar for a drink, okay? And i might've seen a guy I remember seeing before—only briefly— and I remembered how stupid he was because he couldn't read an upside down map. "

"Dabi-"

"When he left, I might've followed him into an alley and he might've gotten a good cut in before I could finish the job."

You press your lips into a thin line, knowing if you try to pry and scold him he'll just pick another fight. Sighing, you finish off the stitch and throw everythinf back into the kit, sliding it beside your phone on the coffee table. You move to get out of the straddle, letting his hands fall from your hips before making your way to your room to grab him a new shirt.

"You should probably get going- oh."

Dabi is already snoring lightly with his body slung around on the cushions by the time you come back in. The sight brings a sma smile to your face, shaking your head and leaving the shirr draped over the arm rest before going to put away the first-aid.

He turns, mumbling something incoherent under his breath before very loosely grasping your wrist. He's still asleep, eyes closed with steady breaths but when you go to move again, his grip tightens a bit. At least his subconscious mind speaks volumes. With a light scoff, you climb onto the sofa beside him, already aware of the neck and back pain you'll experience tomorrow. With your back to his chest, you fall into even breath with his, feeling his arm snake around your waist. If you had been awake for a minute later, you might've seen the way he peaked open an eye and the satisfied smile on his face.

———

He's rough around the edges, but honestly not that bad deep down. There's obviously something there in him that craves affection after not having any for so long. It really shouldn't have surprised you as much as it did to get an earful after you walked in from a mission.

Well, limped in.

As a new member of the league, but with your potential power you were set ahead to be a fighter. The battery acid quirk has a lot of uses fortunately —or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it.

This particular mission took more out of you than you thought it would, having to recharge halfway though left you open to more injuries than you anticipated. If it wasn't for Dabi, you would've probably been chopped liver by the end. The thought sends shiver down your spine, and you could already tell it sent heat down his. A couple of wounds to the abdomen, a sprained ankle (if not broken—you couldn't exactly go to a hospital), and a head wound from when one of them threw you into a wall like a ragdoll. It makes you cringe realizing how easy it was for him to do so, you take a mental note to pick up weight lifting again.

Dabi threw you on his back and carried you out of the place when the battle was done, throwing you down in tbe hideout to listen to Shiggy's notes. Not that he cared , but he knew you'd get chewed out for your injuries by someone there. Once it was done however, you and him trudge back to your apartment in eerie silence.

Now as you push open the door and practically fall into the kitchen, he simply grips you by the arm to steady your feet. He grunts, mumbling under his breath before motioning you to follow him to the bathroom. By now, he knew how to stitch you up—or at least in theory he did.

"I don't need your help. I know you don't want to be here anyway, and I don't need a lecture."

You aren't sure where the bark came from, but it carried no bite as you stalk into the bathroom to sit on the toilet. Dabi rolls his eyes, sending a glare your way to shut you up.

"Shut up and strip." He grumbles, preferring the silence now that he had said what he needed to. More criticism and harsh words than anything, but you've learned to take them with a grain of salt. It's not that he's jealous, just... protective (at least that's what dabi tells himself). He gathers up some bandages and a rag while you strip your shirt and roll up your pants leg.

He works his way top to bottom, starting with your cut forehead, careful with the rag around your hairline, he'd have to get the back of your head in the shower. It's different when he patches you up compared to when you return the favor and you can't help but to feel bad everytime. You would pry for information out of him and accuse him of trying to hurt himself, reprimanding him for being so reckless even though you both know he always thinks before he acts. You just need to say something the whole time to get it across to him because it seems like everytime you say you won't do it anymore, your resolve crumbles as soon as you see him.

He's harsh with his words but gentle in his actions and after the first words tumble out of his mouth, he has nothing more to say. He's already expressed how much he hates you working with the league, even if it's in form of 'you're too weak, this should've proved that. If you're going to keep working then get stronger so I don't have to baby you.' Little do you know he doesn't mind playing doctor and taking care of you. He'd never confess such soft feelings he has in words. He doesn't think he ever will. It's the little things, too, like how he doesn't kiss you on the lips unless it's been a tough day or after he's been particularly rough in bed. You don't expect him to when you have a long way to go before he trusts you enough to get his core.

When Dabi gets to your ankle, you stop him with a tug to his hair so he'll look at you. He only glances up, going back to inspecting it. It seemed like a second degree sprain from the bruising around the tender flesh. He reaches up to the counter to grab something to wrap it.

"Dabi."

He hums in acknowledgment, beginning to wrap your ankle up enough to where you can walk until they can get real medical help for the injury. You repeat yourself and this time he makes eye contact, taping the fabric down.

Your eyes betray you, speaking words you were hesitant to. What are you doing, Dabi? He grunts when his joints pop from his crouched position to lean over you before nodding to the tub and gettjng a new rag.

"Make sure to keep your foot out of the water."

He nudges you over gently, watching you turn on the water to the desired temperature before crawling stripping all the way down and crawling in, careful of the freshly bandaged ankle. His eyes are softer now, but you don't mention it unsure if he even realizes they are. He looks almost like a kicked puppy you notice before submerging into the water. He hates how the clump of dirt and blood from your hair and head discolored the water. Allowing it to filter out first before refilling it with fresh water, he begins to gently pat at the headwound, pressing lighter everytime you wince.

He hadn't realized you were crying silent tears by the time he finishes, setting the dirty rag on the edge of the tub. If it weren't for you gripping his hand when he moved to stand, he would've just left you to unplug the tub and fix yourself up. But you did grip his hand and looked at him with puppy dog eyes, a sure sign you wanted some kind of affection from him. A rare delicacy in the relationship if it's not early morning or in the dead of night. The raven haired boy sighsz settling back down beside the tub,letting you tangle pruned fingers into his hair before pulling him into a kiss. It doesn't take long for him to full submit to it, takinf charge of the weak affection to gently bruise your lips.

He unplugs the tub and pulls you out, tossing you a towel before leading the way to the bedroom. It's not long before exhaustion takes over both of you, pushing you towards the bed for some much needed rest without being prompted.

Tonight, however, he holds you a bit closer.

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midotakaism · 5 years ago

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I love ur hc! Can u do some on jealous he tian of people hitting on his mo? Either if it’s at his work or out in public at the store or something

im really glad you like my past headcanons, anon!! im always happy when someone enjoys them even if at this point they’re starting to get pretty old, so thank you!! ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡

i.. actually haven’t written any headcanon in more than two years by now, i’ve been keeping them in my mind for all this time and to tell you the truth i’ve started to feel a bit self conscious about them. back in the days i also ended up disappearing without fullfilling a lot of requests, which makes me feel pretty bad… that being said, though, i did have some time between yesterday and today and at this point you all know tianshan always makes me lose it, so i did try to write down something

im not sure if this is exactly what you wanted, or if this is how you pictured it go, but i hope you’re gonna enjoy it anyway!!

so the keyword here is CLINGY

when he tian gets jealous he also gets clingier than usual, if that’s even possible

it starts one day while he is waiting for guan shan to end his shift at the grocery store so they can walk home together

after that first time he tian helped him out, guan shan made it clear that he didn’t want he tian to disturb him while he was working anymore, so these days he tian just waits for him outside, or roams around the store checking out the pre-made meals as guan shan sends him warning looks and he tian smiles back at him like the picture of innocence

doesn’t matter where he is, though, girls from different schools always come flocking around him, some just staring and blushing and whispering to their friends, others - the bolder ones - even asking him for his name and number and if he is there alone

he tian smiles and answers them politely, but never particularly minds them, that is until one day he notices that the one some girls are whispering about and looking at is not him, but guan shan

at the moment, guan shan is lifting up a heavy case full of oranges, the color of them almost matching his hair, his white tanktop sticking to his chest for working up a sweat and the muscles in his arms bulging because of the effort, a serious look of concentration on his face

he tian almost forgets to excuse himself from all the adoring girls around him and before anyone can realize it he is already sliding an arm around guan shan’s shoulder and standing close to him with a ‘little mo, this case seems really heavy, let me help you with it’

guan shan of course tells him off and yells at him to take all his fan group away with him, and he tian quickly understands that guan shan is completely oblivious to the attention he is receiving

maybe because he had to grow used at people whispering behind his back since at a young age, what with all the situation with his dad, guan shan doesn’t seem to notice all the girls looking at him adoringly, and if he finds strange that suddenly so many girls are asking him to grab something from a top shelves for them, his shirt riding up to reveal a flash of his toned stomach, then he doesn’t really show it

he tian almost finds it amusing when he hears guan shan complaining about the amount of girls around the store making it hard for him to work, blaming he tian’s presence for it and not realizing at least half of them are there for guan shan himself, and sometimes he thinks about making guan shan aware of that even just to see his reaction, but thinking back on what he said about modeling, he tian is not sure guan shan would be comfortable with all the attention

he tian is also not particularly fond at how outright flirty some girls get when asking guan shan informations, twirling their hair around their finger and touching guan shan briefly on the arm to call for his attention or thank him, so he keeps the thing to himself, and when guan shan is done with his shift he tian makes sure to guide him outside with a hand resting on his lower back, leaning against him closer than necessary and talking directly into guan shan’s ear

then one day, at school, guan shan gets stopped in the school hallway by a girl from some class over stuttering a small ‘s-sorry’ at him

thinking that the girl is yet another one looking for he tian, guan shan tells her that he doesn’t know where he tian is, but the girl just pushes something at his chest before running away

guan shan realizes he now has a love letter in his hands, all cute and pink and with a small heart sticker closing it, and suddenly pissed off he marches to he tian and shoves the letter to his face, yelling at him to tell his girlfriends that he is not he tian’s personal mail man

he tian asks him if he is jealous and then adds that if guan shan really wants to get a love letter he tian can always write him one

guan shan flips him off, telling him to stop saying weird things before going back to his class, and he tian forgets about the letter until he gets home that evening

he tian is pretty used to receive this kind of letters, and he usually just skims over them quickly so he knows what to thank the girl for before rejecting her gently, but as soon as he reads the first line he tian realizes the letter is not for him, but for guan shan

so this is where maybe some people won’t agree with me, but in a case like this i actually do believe that in the end he tian would deliver the letter to guan shan, even if deep down he is afraid of what might happen, if only because he knows that even if he destroys the letter now, he can’t keep guan shan away from that girl forever, one day guan shan is gonna find out anyway

he tian stays up all night reading that letter over and over again, and at one point he even texts guan shan to wear the black studs he tian gave him the following day, but of course guan shan reply is ‘fuck off’

the next day at school, he tian’s eye bags are worse than usual when he goes to find guan shan during break and hands him the letter with a small ‘for you’

there’s a moment of silence, then guan shan blushes bright red and starts yelling and hitting he tian because he actually thought that he tian made good on what he said the previous day and actually wrote him a love letter

needless to say that’s the first thing to put a smile on he tian’s face in the entire day and he teases guan shan about it but sombers up quickly to tell him that the letter guan shan handed him over yesterday wasn’t for him

guan shan doesn’t really believe him at first, even after reading the letter himself he still looks doubtful, asking he tian if he put her up to it, but after a while he finally convinces himself that the letter is genuine and his cheeks get a rosy tint

he tian, because sometimes he goes as far as twisting the knife in his own wound, asks guan shan what he is gonna reply to her

‘how am i supposed to know, im not like you, this is the first time something like this happens to me, i don’t even know what she sees in me’ ‘you put yourself down too much, you’re a very handsome guy’ ‘it’s not like im gonna believe that just because you say it!’ ‘she seems to think so too. aren’t you gonna say yes to her?’ (please imagine he tian saying all this with his hair covering his eyes and the saddest smile on his face) ‘how should i put it… she is a very cute girl, and i think she is sincere, but these are all impressions she got of me. she doesn’t really know me.’ ‘so? that’s what dating is for, isn’t it? so that you can get to know each other. i think… if she’d get to see the real you, she’d just end up liking you more and more’ (shout out if you get the parallel)

guan shan yells at him once again to stop saying this kind of things, and then leaves saying he is gonna think about it

as you can imagine, he tian doesn’t have a good day: he spends the entire day silent and withdrawn, so much so that even the girls start to get worried about him, and once again he doesn’t sleep at all at night

the next day, while he is walking down the hallway towards the cafeteria with jian yi and zheng xi, he catches a glimpse of red out of the window and he freezes on the spot: guan shan is in the courtyard with a girl, both of them looking embarrassed and blushing slightly

jian yi and zheng xi notice that he tian stopped and follow his gaze to guan shan, and you can imagine jian yi’s reaction: he plasters himself against the window asking zheng xi if he is really seeing what he thinks he is seeing and then asking he tian if he knows who is the girl

he tian however doesn’t reply to him and after a moment he keeps walking without saying another word

later, jian yi and zheng xi catch guan shan alone, and jian yi asks him all the details since they saw him talking to a girl, to which guan shan blushes and tells him to mind his own business

‘he tian was with us’ zheng xi says to guan shan ‘he should be down to the basketball court’ ‘what should i care where he is…’ zheng xi smiles. ‘just saying’

despite what he said, guan shan does go look for he tian and sits down next to him on one of the banches

‘should i congratulate you?’ he tian asks after a while. ‘about what?’ ‘having a girlfriend. that’s a big achievement. don’t close mountain is all grown up now’ a beat, then ‘i turned her down’. he tian’s eyes go wide in surprise. ‘she is very pretty’ guan shan continues ‘but i don’t know if she’s exactly my type. plus, im working most of the time after school and in the weekends, i don’t really have the time to deal with a girlfriend now.’

he tian looks up at him for the first time and finally notices that guan shan is wearing the black studs he tian bought him

he tian smiles and leans on the side to rest his head on guan shan’s shoulders, to which guan shan asks him what the hell is he doing all of a sudden

‘little mo, let’s go somewhere together after school’ ‘why should i go with you, im busy with work anyway’ ‘then let’s have dinner together at my apartment after you’re done’ ‘don’t wanna’

even after getting together, i think this is how he tian will mostly show his jealousy to anyone hitting on guan shan: if he is there as well, he’ll mostly stick close to guan shan, putting an arm around his shoulders or his waist, smiling and answering politely at whoever guan shan is talking to but making perfectly clear using their body language that guan shan is very much already involved with someone

he trusts guan shan completely and would never limit him, even if sometimes he tian worries for guan shan’s safety since he still has a hard time realizing people are flirting with him

but most of the time he just turns this on his favor, using the excuse that someone was hitting on guan shan to hold his hand in public or ask him for a kiss when they get home because that really upsetted him

he tian also tends to be a biter in bed, so it’s not the first time he leaves evident bitemarks and hickeys on guan shan’s neck and shoulder and clavicles for everyone to see. guan shan is not too fond of it because he still doesn’t like the idea to be owned, but he tian is his just as much as he is he tian’s, so in the end, even if he still yells at he tian for leaving them, he doesn’t actually particularly mind them

#19 days #tianshan #he tian #mo guanshan #i did not reread this so forgive me for any blatant mistake #this sure was.. something #can't remember the last time i wrote so much #anyway im not sure if i like this or how it is but it was nice to trying get back to it #so thank you for your ask anon and thank you again for liking my headcanons!!#hope you're gonna have a wonderful day!!#ask #anon #tianshan headcanons

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kendelias · 4 years ago

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🖊🖊🖊🖊🖊🖊🖊🖊🖊🖊🖊

okay so these are gonna be all fun facts about virginia avery because im thinking about her always! and i do what i want and what i want to do is think about glee all the time i guess

vi has been doing theater since she was 5, and got her “big break” when she was cast as amaryllis in music man!

she loves acting and dancing, but her true passion is singing, which is what lead her to carmel high (plus her dad is loaded and got her in but whatever)

she has a little sister (name tbd, possibly portrayed by normani) who takes over her role as the star of vocal adrenaline after she transfers to mckinley; their parents don’t play favorites but that does not stop them from constantly competing

she’s named after sweet virginia by the rolling stones (don’t get her parents started about their rock n roll phase). she loves her name, which is why she usually goes by it unless she’s especially close with someone. her parents and sister sometimes call her ginny, which she hates. but then sam picks it up and she doesn’t hate it so much anymore,,,,

speaking of, vi is best friends with mike! she’s also really close with rory, santana, mercedes, and some other ocs she exists in-universe with (shoutout particularly to @loveallthatjazz‘s izzy and @scarlettmaximoffs‘s nate, love them, love the dynamic)

vi drives a pink car (cadillac? tbd) and is the driver-friend for her friend group (unless they’re like going drinking then she calls the uber)

her guilty pleasure is taylor swift and she literally hates admitting that but like... shake it off was a complete bop!

she is very careful about like... her aesthetic and structured persona but after a while we get to learn that she’s a total nerd. she loves oscar wilde, lord of the rings, enamel pins, and fluffy faux-fur coats. if you walk in her room you realize immediately that she’s just a dork, especially when you see her fan merch of audra mcdonald, beyonce, and oscar wilde.

in the beginning of any friendship, she’s like very conscious about... double-texting and “clinginess” and what have you (might it be because of her relationship with jesse? mayhaps. tbd as well.)

she loves sequins and the color gold. you should see her prom dress like, quite honestly, i’m obsessed with it. im actually obsessed with her entire closet but like... that’s a different note

as the series goes on and she gets more confident (as opposed to the semi-faux confidence she has in s1 and 2) she is less and less afraid to call people tf out. especially mr. schue (marley? vi is coming to protect you ma’am!!!!) and all the shittier choices the characters make (oh just you wait for the finnchel wedding)

send me a 🖊 + an oc for me gushing about some ocs

#virginia avery #glee #general #maddie #ask #asks #randomestfandoms #what kind of woman doesnt have an ask

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disloopy · 6 years ago

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remedy for a broken heart pt.2

nafla

genre: angst

word count: 3k

a/n. i’m sorry this look on nafla is superior don’t try to convince me otherwise. this part is soooo long im sorry but i hope its a good finish since you guys have been waiting forever for it.

with a little bit of this, with a little bit of that we gon be alright

Nicholas sighed in exhaustion, plopping down on the couch next to you. The current state of the small studio he shared with the rest of the boys reflected upon the amount of time he spent there, working on songs but never finding one that seemed to qualify his ideals.

“What are the stakes?”

“Hm?”

“I mean if I quite music... can I live?”

You turned to him, setting your phone aside. “Ask yourself... you’re the one who said music is your life.”

“I know... but I’m afraid people here won’t accept me cause I’m not one of their own.”

You laughed. “Babe, it’s always hard at first, I’m sure they’ll eventually learn how amazing you are and will look past the differences.”

“You know,” Nicholas murmured. “Jinyoung hyung suggested we go to Korea for a a while.” He knew he had peaked your interest with those words. “He knows some people there. If we can start a stable career, then it won’t be too hard when we come back here.”

You smiled with a bright “that sounds great!” but there was a hint of worry in your eyes. Nicholas liked that. “Jinyoung is always reliable, isn’t he?” you said, looking away for a second. Nicholas nodded in agreement; trusting Jinyoung would be the only right thing to do in any situation.

“So are you all going?”

“Me and hyung are gonna fly out first, then we’ll get the others to come.” You didn’t say anything for a while so Nicholas reached over to clutch your hand. “When I get back, you’ll be dating a real rapper.” He hoped these words could at least be somewhat comforting to you.

“I already see you as a real artist,” you told him with a smile.

“Dude, what’s the deal?” asked Daniel, walking into Nicholas’s room as he was getting dressed for the day. “Mina just asked me if she can stay in the guest bedroom for the rest of the trip... did y’all fight?”

“We broke up,” Nicholas told him plainly.

“What?” Daniel couldn’t hide his shock. “We literally here to relax and you guys went ahead and made your own drama.”

Nicholas sighed in irritation. “Daniel, I really don’t want to talk about this right now.” The younger boy fell silent, and put his hands in his pockets, staring at the floor.

“Well damn... so did y’all break up break up or...” Nicholas knew he was referring to the ‘incident’ with you . It wasn’t something he was proud of, the fact that all his friends, who were avid supporters of you, were conscious of the whole thing.

“Fuck... I don’t know. Girls are so complicated.”

Daniel pressed his lips together. “Really, I think you’re complicated.” The two boys chuckled quietly, unsure of what was funny. “So you still up for tonight?”

“I don’t think it’ll be good if I came.. since Mina...”

“Bro, she’s coming too.”

“Alright, I’ll think about it.”

As Daniel was leaving the room, Nicholas asked him to keep quiet about the whole situation to which he respectfully obliged. Daniel was known to have a big mouth but he was also trustworthy and always had his friends best interests at heart. And with that thought, Nicholas found it might be easier to forget about everything and have a fun night out with the boys instead of moping around like this. His friends would be by his side anyway and maybe that’s what he needed at the moment.

Nicholas left the solace of his bedroom to join the rest outside. “Yo, Mina, I got smth for you,” said Jinyoung, walking over to where she sat next to Daniel. She looked up from her phone, trying to peer around Jinyoung to see what he had hidden behind his back. Nicholas also watched, trying not to look too unhappy.

“You know how you love Post Malone? Well, he’s in the city, performing tonight and we got you tickets.”

Nicholas saw Mina’s expression brighten as she took the tickets from Jinyoung and jumped up, shaking her hips in delight.

“Oh my gosh, you’re the best!” She threw her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. Daniel pulled her back onto the couch.

“Don’t get too excited, you’re going with Owen.”

Mina’s lips parted and she rolled her eyes. “Ugh, are you serious?”

“I heard that!” Owen called from the kitchen to which Mina gave Daniel a sheepish look and he grinned, ruffling her hair.

Rather than being envious of the way his friends treated her, Nicholas found himself feeling sympathetic. Mina had a way of hiding her emotions ― much like you ― and she was too obviously pretending she didn’t care about what had happened earlier that morning. Her pretense had worked for her in the past but Nicholas knew her too well.

That night, Jinyoung and Daniel came into Nicholas’s room, informing him that they were leaving and if he’d like to join. “Can I come a bit later? I’m just not feeling it right now,” Nicholas told them, hiding away under his covers where he had been napping in all afternoon after a tiring shopping session with daniel.

“Bro, you’ve been sleeping all day, what’s wrong with you,” said Daniel, trying to pull his blankets off but Nicholas held on to them tightly in fear his friends might see his phone open to your instagram page which he had been scrolling through for the past hour.

Jinyoung just sighed. “Daniel, leave it. Don’t force him to come.” Nicholas looked at him with grateful eyes and Jinyoung nodded. “I actually gave Mina those tickets so she’d leave you alone tonight,” he chuckled and Nicholas threw a pillow at him. “But you can join us whenever you’d like.”

“Thank you, hyung.”

When everyone left, the house was quiet and Nicholas hated how lonely he felt right now, but he brought it upon himself . He reached for his phone again, refreshing your instagram page to see that you had updated your story.

Hesitantly, he brought his thumb on top of your profile picture, swallowing hard as your story opened up to reveal a picture of you with your arm draped around an unfamiliar girl, a bottle in your hand, your trademark million dollar smile plastered across your pretty face. You had tagged “Avalon Club” and Nicholas realized it was the same club his friends were going to. That’s why Daniel wanted me to come so bad.

Nicholas closed the story and went through your instagram posts once again. You had changed a lot and the posts showed it clearly. There was a gap in dates wherein you hadn’t posted at all and the posts from before the gap were of him and you, years of memories locked in a couple photos that had been buried under the more recent ones of you looking happier.

“Call when you land, alright?” you said, pulling away from the hug with Jinyoung. You asked him since you knew Nicholas would pass out and forget by the time they go to Korea.

“Don’t worry, I will,” Jinyoung replied, fixing his beanie that had almost fallen off from the contact. You finally moved to Nicholas who was waiting for you with open arms. He pulled you against him, burying his face in your hair ― little did he know, it would be the last time he’d get to do so.

“I’m gonna miss you so much,” you told him with a little pout. Nicholas saw that you were trying hard to hold in your tears and he pulled you closer again so the others wouldn’t see. “Don’t you forget about me while you’re there, okay?”

He moved back, cupping your cheeks. “How could I ever forget about you?”

But the truth is he could, and he did. After going to Korea, Nicholas found himself busier than he would have expected. He made sure to keep you updated for the first couple weeks but after one or two hectic months, he couldn’t find motivation to pick up his phone and call you. His busy schedule kept him occupied but even when he was free, it seemed there was no time for you.

Besides that, Nicholas’s new life presented him with extravagances he could never have imagined of in a thousand lifetimes, nor could he refuse them. Although he had done a very selfish deed and couldn’t muster up the courage to face you after that.

But the girls that went back and forth from Nicholas’s room didn’t pass without the knowledge of his friends who thought he was being sus and questioned him about it. “Did you break up with Y/N?” asked Jinyoung.

“Uhhh...”

Jinyoung shook his head. “I did not expect this from you... seeing how attached you were to her, I thought you’d be begging to go back to America everyday.”

“Calm down, she’s prolly in another guy’s pants right now too.”

But both men knew you weren’t like that. Nicholas didn’t bother sending a breakup text because you had probably forgotten about him as well. However, you didn’t feel that way at all.

When the crew returned to America after gaining some popularity, you were still there, hitting nicholas up with instagram messages which he didn’t find it in himself to even open because at this point, ignorance was bliss.

And it seemed like the eye contact he made with you on his first American stage spoke a thousand words, none that either of you could ever speak to each other. To this day, that look still haunted him. It wasn’t any normal “breakup” if you can even call it that. Because sometimes, he found a part of himself was still with you.

Nicholas must have watched your story about a million times, staring at the picture of you for so long his eyes began to hurt. He couldn’t stay here any more. He was pathetic.

“Look what the cat dragged in,” Daniel smirked when Nicholas finally arrived at the club. He had already drowned his self-pity in a few drinks when Daniel and Jinyoung found him seated at the bar.

“Having fun?”

“We should be asking you that,” said Jinyoung, propping his elbow on top of the counter. “You look down... was it Mina?” At this, Nicholas’s head snapped toward Daniel who shook his head quickly.

“I didn’t say anything, I swear.”

“Mina told us you guys were having a fight in the car while we were dropping her off,” Jinyoung explained. “What’s gotten into you?”

Nicholas sighed. “Yeah... it was my fault not hers. Did she tell you we broke up?” His relationship with her was on a thin line.

“Uh no, she said you guys were ‘on a break’ or sum like that.”

Though slightly disappointed, Nicholas was relieved that she didn’t want to leave him altogether. His heart already felt weak at the thought of losing yet someone important in his life again.

“By the way... Y/N’s here,” Daniel said quietly. “We wanted to tell you so it doesn’t turn out like last time.” Nicholas faked surprise but in reality, he knew all too well your whereabouts.

“That’s nice... I don’t really feel like talking to her right now, though.”

“I guess you gotta tell her that yourself.”

“What do you mean?”

Jinyoung cleared his throat, getting up from his seat. “Don’t look now but she’s walking right towards us.” Nicholas froze. That means you were probably right behind him. Nicholas and Daniel smiled and waved at you over Nicholas’s head and then gave him a look before walking away.

“Hey stranger.” Your voice was soft, almost like a melodic tune. He hadn’t heard it in what felt like ages.

Nicholas turned around. “Y/N! I haven’t seen you in forever! Wow, I can’t believe you’re here!” Was that too much? Who cared, he’d already messed up whatever image of himself you had in your mind. You hugged him but it felt like the distance between you two increased and it was like he couldn’t even feel you.

“I came to your concert but I guess your friends didn’t tell you I was there,” you said, sitting down in the seat next to him. “I figured if you did see me, you would have talked to me but you didn’t so...”

Nicholas laughed in embarrassment but inside a piece of him died. It seemed he had been too obvious with his hesitation. Or maybe he was just an asshole. The latter seemed quite accurate.

“Anyway, you are you?”

A mess, Nicholas could reply. But instead he said, “I’m good... I mean, I’m better than better.”

“How’s life as a celebrity?” you asked, laughing. Nicholas couldn’t bring himself to look at you but your laugh felt like medicine all it’s own.

“Wellll, I don’t really feel like one.”

“Really? You sure do act like one.” You murmured the last part. Was this your way of saying ‘fuck you’ to Nicholas? Perhaps Nicholas was thinking about it too much. He needed to drink a little more.

“Can I get you a drink?” he asked and you shook your head.

“Nah, I was leaving with my friends right now actually... then I saw you.” You started to get up, taking your bag with you. “I’ll see you around then.”

You can’t seriously let her leave like this, Nicholas thought to himself as his chest tightened. This may or may not be the last time he’d get to see you. A part of him wanted to remain that selfish and stupid self and let you go your way, as if just seeing you was closure enough.

But it wasn’t. The conversation was riddled with tension and if he hadn’t known any better, you were surely throwing shade at him for what he had done. If this was the only way to get rid of the guilt, Nicholas had to at least try.

He gulped down whatever was left in his glass and then stopped you. “Wait, Y/N! You got a minute?” You shrugged, sitting back down, clutching your purse tightly. Nicholas took a deep breath.

“Listen... I don’t want to do this all over again,” he said quietly. “I just want to say I’m so sorry for being the worst boyfriend ever... and for being a dick and-”

“Nick,” you said, cutting him off. “I forgive you.” Nicholas fell silent. Those three words didn’t give him the relief he thought he’d get. A lot of him thought that you’d tell him you missed him and that you waited for him all this time and that you still love him.

But none of that came.

“Seriously...? Just... like that?”

You pressed your lips together. “I mean, what do you want me to say? That I still have feelings for you and I want to get back together?”

It sounded weird out loud the more Nicholas thought about it. “I just wanted closure... I mean, I’ve been kinda thinking about it and it was unfair to you.”

“Just forget it, Nicholas. You said you were ‘better than better’, what now?”

“Maybe I was lying,” he murmured and like that the stony expression on your face crumbled, softened to your glowing features as you stared at the glass surface of the counter.

“Maybe I’m lying too,” you said. “I mean, I know I said I forgave you but sometimes, I sit down thinking of you and I hate you.” Nicholas chewed on the bottom of his lip as you spoke. All this time he’d been worrying about his feeling and his guilt that he never thought about you.

“I hate you for not coming back for me when you promised me you would. But you know what, you have new friends, a new girl, a new life... who am I to tell you you can’t enjoy that?” You sat back and then looked at Nicholas and Nicholas looked back at you. It was the first time you two made direct eye contact and it didn’t feel like a knife piercing through him.

“The last time we were together, I couldn’t help thinking of the future and...” you swallowed hard, taking Nicholas’s hands in yours. Your hands were just as soft as Nicholas remembered. “I knew that this would happen because I know you, Nick. I still let you go and maybe it was stupid but I was right.”

Nicholas held your hands tightly. “I wish that I could go back and change things... I swear I’m not like that any more.”

“Maybe you’re not,” you said, reaching up to touch the side of his face. “I hated you for what you did but I admire you for being able to sit here right now and at least tell me how you feel, even if it’s two years later. You’re not who you used to be, I know that.”

“That’s all I want,” Nicholas whispered. “To know that you don’t hate me.” You smiled and exhaled softly.

“I don’t. And I’m not holding this above you, Nick. We were so good together but we ended and that’s fine too. The best way to move on, though, is to let go of what you can’t control, let go of the past, Nicholas. The universe will align itself.”

There were some days when Nicholas felt suffocated just thinking about you.You two didn’t end on good terms, if you had ended properly at all. But if this was the last goodbye, then Nicholas felt himself healing a little bit.

You slid off your seat and kissed Nicholas’s lips. He couldn’t give in and kiss you back, but neither did he have the strength to pull away.

“There. Now we officially broke up,” you giggled, slinging your purse over your shoulder. “Maybe I’ll see you later, or maybe I won’t. Don’t beat yourself up over me.” You began to leave with your friends and turned around one last time to wave goodbye.

It felt like a certain weight had been lifted off his shoulders. Nicholas didn’t feel guilty anymore, the chains around his ankles were finally free.

He took out his phone and texted Mina. “I’m sorry for everything.” Nicholas got a reply almost immediately, giving him the impression that Mina might have been thinking of him too.

She texted. “I know, love.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

#nafla #nicholas #mkit rain scenarios #mkit rain scenario #mkit rain imagines #nafla scenarios #nafla imagines #loopy #bloo #khiphop #khiphop scenarios #khh imagines #khh

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axupodz · 6 years ago

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30 Amazing Questions Only A Genius Could Answer.

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As requested by @judyxd26

THIS IS OBVIOUSLY MY OWN OPINION. DONT @ ME

JUST MONIKA (I see you there)

Probably Yuri. The Shy/Yandere anime trope has been used a little too much recently.

Has to be "Your Reality". I gives me the feels everytime. EVERYTIME.

"Sayo-nara" gotta be my least fav. Not because its bad or anything. It just gives me scary flashbacks of Sayori. TOO SPOOPY FOR ME.

Most afraid? Hmm, if ur talking about the jumpscares, I would say Natsuki when she snaps her neck. (DID I SAY THERE'S SPOILERS HERE?)

I would say Monika. I always try too hard for attention :3

Look most familiar?? First of all, im a dude. *LOOKING AT MALE VER DDLC CAST* ok, its either Sayori or Monika. Can't decide tbh.

I used my first name BOI. GOTTA HAVE THE FULL IMMERSION.

10/10. Despite the warnings everytime you open the game and at the game page, I never took it to consideration. Sayori's death really took me by surprise.

Sayori maybe? MC's texts during that part was deep. If deleting Monika is considered a death, I would say thats the most saddest one. Monika realised the mistakes she made and she regretted them. But it was too late as she was slowly getting deleted. On a side note: I didnt delete her in the end, her conversations were very interesting. My sister forced me to delete her tho :/

(Lets keep the next few questions short, Im trying to get some sleep 😪) Sayori: I like that she's optimistic. But she's too sensitive i'd say.

Short girls are cute. Manga IS literature. DONE.

I like that she's shy and all but im not very fond of the idea of playing with knifes. DONE.

SHE IS BEST GIRL. SHE IS THE ONLY CHARACTER THAT FEELS REAL. SHE DESERVES A ROUTE. SHE IS A GODDESS SEND FROM THE HEAVENS. SHE THICC BOI, FIGHT ME. (I should have been a little more serious😅 There is more reasons at Question 29.)

Monika's poem. DONE.

NOPE, IM A HYPROCRITE. TRIED ONCE, FAILED BADLY.

I would if I COULD ACTUALLY FINISH READING MY BOOKS FOR ONCE. *glares at the full collection of Harry Potter at the corner of the room*

Pretty often. Not enough to fix my spelling tho.

Once. The English Club at school. Pretty boring.

Like I said before, im a dude. Soo yea, MC is my only option.

Yuri. For obvious reasons.

There isnt a character that I "want" to be a guy but i'd say Sayori looks fine as both genders.

I havent seen any fanart of Monika as an animal yet. So, Monika then.

If Monika had a route I would totally pick that one. Since she doesnt, i would pick Natsuki's.

Probably Stephen King

They did such an amazing indie game last year. Can't wait for the next one.

Yuri i guess. My yandere mode becomes active sometimes :3

Actually I have. Not the best experience.

(Skip this one if you want to. It's veryyy long.WARNING, It's about to get serious) I actually sat through a good 50+ minutes talking with Monika.In that time, she tells me how every time I quit the game, she feels like she's "dying", and enters a "living Hell" full of static screaming, flashing and darkness, and despite the fact that she feels as if her mind is disjointed in this space, she's still aware enough to remember it all every time we come back. There's also the fact she's fully aware all of her "friends" are simply mindless programs lacking free-will whose sole purpose in existence is falling in love with the player.I quit and loaded up the game a few times, and she asks you multiple times to please not put her through that torment, but eventually just says she'll have to relent that you can't always have the game open.Then I kept going, and got Sayori to tell me how she's super appreciative that I took the time to get to know them all and help them with their problems (however little I actually did), and that they all loved me. Credits are rolling, and I notice that the CG's aren't being deleted, until the very ending where the entirety of the Main Menu is deleted.I fucking broke Monika's heart and she subjected herself to living in an eternal near-death hellish blackness, and still the last thing she does for me is sing me a song about how much she loves me and wishes I'd been able to love her back. Deleting her causes her pain, but she was still conscious of everything and in control of the game files. Quitting puts her in a near-death state filled with suffering.I know it's only an AR game and none of it's real, but I'm literally sitting here with tears in my eyes because no matter what you do, Monika is doomed to an existence of agony, and the last thing she believes is that we probably hated her.I can't handle that shit, man, I didn't need to know. Couldn't you even let us believe there was some solace?

The game broke me psychologically and left me traumatized for 3 days.Sayori's arc made me feel sick to my stomach and sad, Yuri's arc scared me, and Monika's arc broke my heart and made me sad again.What part of psychology makes depressing horror enjoyable? Why did I love and enjoy a game that hurts? Maybe because the characters are so real and I've grown attached to them? I don't know. Either way I love DDLC, the community, and the fan content, but I don't know why. I guess it's because the main grip of the game is the 4 girls themselves, you grow so attached to them that it feels like your losing close friends. Making characters in any video game likable is hard but this game is an example of it done right, adding along with the story makes DDLC truly an experience.( finally, im done. I need a rest rn before I have a mental breakdown)

#monika ddlc #ddlc natsuki #ddlc memes #ddlc sayori #ddlc #doki doki sayori #doki doki is not oki doki #doki doki natsuki #doki doki literature club #doki doki precure #just monika #ddlc monika #monika #monika after story #serious question #incorrect ddlc quotes #harry potter #james potter #potterhead

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hockey-yesplease · 6 years ago

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Pre-Med? 2/?

Warnings: Talks of cancer

Word count: 2107

Gif by: brosillustrated

Here is Part 2 you guys! I hope y’all enjoy this. I am considering making it into a series, Let me know what you think!

You wake up at 6 am as you usually do on a Wednesday so you can get ready for class. Stretching, you grab you phone from the nightstand with one hand and pet Auzzie, your cat, with the other. You get up and make your way to the bathroom to do your usual routine in there. While, in there, you decide to wear a tank today since it’s so hot. Looking at your phone finally, you see a text that makes you smile.

Seguin:

Check your front door.

Confused, you make your way toward the door with Auzzie trailing beside you. You open the door and look down and see a coffee and a pastry bag. Smiling, you unlock your phone to message the sweet man who dropped these off.

Doc:

You didn’t have to do that Ty. But thank you.

Doc:

Wait, how’d you know I was up?

Seguin:

You’re welcome Y/N. And lucky guess.

You set the phone down to finish getting ready. About thirty minutes later, you are heading out the door heading to campus for your class. As you’re driving and jamming out to your music, you are rudely interrupted by your phone ringing. “Hello?” “Hey Y/N! Enjoy your coffee and bagel?” “I did Ty. Thank you again.” “You’re welcome, what are you up to?” “Well I’m driving to campus for a class then-” “You didn’t forget about our date did you?” You laugh, “No Tyler, I didn’t forget. My class gets out at 10:50, so I’ll be ready for you to get me at 12:30.” “Okay! Good! Well, have a good class and I’ll see you later.” “See you later Ty.” Hanging up you can’t wipe the smile off your face.

Your class goes by uneventfully. And you finally start to make your way home; once in your car you see that you need gas, “Of course” you say out loud to yourself. You pull into the first gas station you see as you leave campus and pull up to the pump. Getting out you see Jamie on the other side of the pump getting gas as well. “Hi Jamie!” You say with a smile. “Oh hi Y/n.” He says with no friendliness at all in his voice. After standing in awkward silence, the pump cuts off, you put it up, “Bye Jamie!” “Bye Y/N” You don’t know why he doesn’t like you, but you were still going to be nice to him. Your mom always said to be nice to everyone no matter what, and that’s what you were going to do.

Opening your door to your apartment, you toss your backpack by your desk and kick your shoes off. You decide that you look cute enough in what your wearing, which is a cute blue tank top with a pair of khaki sort, and your normal tennis shoes. It is about 11:45 so you decide that’s plenty of time to study some before Tyler gets here. You are so focused on studying, you barely hear the sudden rap of knocks on your door that sends Auzzie running seeking a place to hide.

Opening the door, you are greeted by a smiling Tyler holding a bouquet of beautiful sunflowers and blue bonnets. “Tyler these are gorgeous. Thank you. You’re doing too much for me.” “You’re welcome Y/N and they don’t even compare to you Y/N. I want to do this stuff for you.” “If you saw so Ty. But for future references, I don’t need all this. I’m a very low maintenance girl.” “Okay, but if you’re my girl, you’re going to be spoiled.” “Well, I’m not you’re girl yet Seguin.”

Tyler waited as you put the flowers in a vase with some water. “Hopefully Auz won’t eat these.” “Auz?” Tyler asked confused. “Yeah, Auzzie is my cat. Sometimes he eats flowers and other times he doesn’t.” “Oh where is he?” “Most likely under my bed or in the linen closet in the hallway. He’s a scaredy cat” you say laughing, “im sure if you stick around you’ll meet him one day.” “I guess I’ll have to stick around then.” He says while smirking down at you, “Ready?” “If you are” you say as he grabs your hand. You can feel the blush creep up to your neck to your face.

He guides you to his Jeep and you’re in awe, whistling lowly you stop to really look at it. Tyler notices this and laughs, “Like it?” “Are you kidding? This is a beaut! My dad would be so jealous of this. He has a Jeep as well in high school I helped him add on to it, I think because I have little hands” you tell him laughing. He opens the door the door for you and you climb in. The drive to the restaurant was quiet, Tyler asking questions about you and your family. “Do you have any siblings?” He asks you while keeping his eyes on the road, but gripping your hand sweetly. “I do, she’s 8 and her name is Y/S/N” “I bet she misses you.” “She does, it’s so heartbreaking to FaceTime her and see her get upset when she says she misses me. DO you have siblings?” “I do. Candace and Cassidy. They great.”

The two of you pull up to a small, cute diner and get out. Ty meets you at the front of the Jeep and you guys walk into the diner. You two are seated at a two-person booth and immediately look at the menu, “I’m feeling a burger vibe from this place” you say as you put the menu on the table. Ty looks at you and bursts out laughing. Catching his breath he looks at you, “A burger VIBE?! Omg my god Y/N you’re killing me” and he laughs even more. His laugh causes you to crack up and you can’t hold back the snorts escaping you. He just looks at you with wide eyes and laughs even harder. This goes on for a solid five minutes before the two of you calm down. Gasping for air, you finally say, “Yes VIBES Tyler. I get good VIBES from this place especially the burger VIBES.” “Okay, okay, okay I guess I just never knew what to call that feeling, but now I do. And I can’t believe you snort.” You look down slightly embarrassed. Ty looks at you adoringly and reaches across the table to place his hand under your chin lifting your head so your eyes meet his “It’s the most beautiful laugh I have ever heard Y/N and I hope I can keep you laughing like that.” This makes your face turn bright red, but you smile, “I hope you do too Ty.” You guys order and eat your lunch and you just can’t believe how you got to this point today.

You catch Tyler looking at your left arm, the arm with your sleeve. And for once you don’t feel self-conscious about someone staring at your tattoos since both his arms are covered with the beautiful artwork as well. “Why flowers?” “My grandfather has a big garden that during the fall and early spring he grows vegetables, but mid-spring and all of summer the whole garden is flowers of all kinds. I’ve always loved flowers, all kinds of flowers. But I will say that sunflowers are my favorite.” “But there’s not any in your sleeve” Ty states a bit confused. Your smirk your devilish smirking look at him through your eye lashes, “That’s because those are somewhere else.” He looks at you with wide eyes, almost shocked by how seductive that sounded. “And you won’t see them until I want you to” you continue as you lean back in your seat, amused by his reaction. After clearing his throat he finally speaks, “I noticed the breast cancer ribbon on your wrist. It’s done really well.” “Thank you, my mom and myself talked my grandma into us all getting matching ones. They both have had breast cancer and are now in remission.” “Oh wow, thats rough.” “It is, especially since I wasn’t near either one of them when they went through it all. I was at school and couldn’t go home at the time. It was so hard not being there.” “But you persevered. You’re strong Y/N, I don’t think I could handle getting news that my mom had cancer.” “They are the strongest women I know. They went through so much, I can only hope to be as strong as them.” You smiled after saying this, because its true. Ty smiles at you as he finishes signing the check and reaches his hand for yours. As the two of you walk out, the elderly couple that was in the booth next to yours stopped you and the woman told you, “You two remind me of my husband and I at y’all’s age. So young and happy. I wish you two the best.” You smile politely at her, “Thank you ma’am. Enjoy your meal.”

You and Tyler head back to your apartment; when he finally parked in a spot in the parking garage to your apartment. He looks at you and before you can stop yourself you say, “Would you like to come up and watch a movie or something?” Tyler looks at you and cuts the Jeep of, “I’d like that.” The two of you make your way to your apartment you walk in and kick your shoes off as Tyler does the same. You make your way to the living area and turn the TV on, “What do you want to watch, Ty?” “Whatever you want, I don’t mind. Um, where’s your restroom? ” “It’s right down the hall. I’m sorry it’s a little messy I was rushing this morning.” While he’s in the bathroom, you grab the AppleTV remote and turn on your favorite movie, D2:The Mighty Ducks. When he comes back out, he laughs while looking at the TV. “Great choice Y/N.”

The two of you settle on the couch and start the movie. About halfway through the movie you get thirsty and get up to make your way to the kitchen, “Would you like anything to drink Ty?” “I’m alright. Thanks though- oh hey little guy.” As you walk back into the living area, you see that Auz has jumped up on the couch laying beside Tyler. “He never gets that close to new people.” “Must be a sign then Y/N” Ty states as he’s looking at you.

You sit down and finish watching the movie, this time, Tyler has you wrapped into side side with one of his arms and the other is softly petting Auz. You’re disappointed as the movie ends; Tyler looks at his phone and sighs, “Well, I need to go so I can let the dogs out before they destroy my house.” Laughing as both of you stand and make your way to the door. He puts his shoes on and stands back up, and you realize how close the two of you are. He towers over you seeing as you are 5 foot 7 inches. He slowly wraps one arm around your waist while one hand goes to your cheek. You swallow as he leans closer to you, and you lean into him. Finally, he captures your lips with his in a short kiss. He pulls back and looks at you, but before he can say anything, you pull him back down to you and kiss him again placing you’re arms around his neck as his pull you even closer to him, this time the kiss was different like something you had never felt before, something good. Really good. Once you two separate, Tyler smiles, “I’ve wanted to do that since I got here to pick you up.” “Well I’m glad you finally did.” You laugh as you pat his chest, “Now you better go let those pups out before they start to think that you forgot about them.” “You’re right. I’ll talk to you later babe.” Your heart flutters at the new nickname, “I’ll talk to you later Ty. Be careful driving.” He begins the walk downtime hall to the elevator and presses the button. The doors open before stepping in, he looks back at you and meets your gaze. You blow a kiss and he laughs and shakes his head as he steps in. You close the door, and go sit at your desk as you think to yourself,

“Oh boy, one date and I’m in deep.”

#tyler seguin #nhl imagines #nhl imagine #nhl story #jamie benn #dallas stars #part 2 #pre-med?#brett ritchie #nhl #nhl hockey #hockey story #hockey imagine

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maybenotthebestblog · 3 years ago

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I have awful period cramps, but at least that gives me an excuse to stay in my room doing nothing all day and eat as little as possible.

Long rant ahead!

So my partner has these intrusive thoughts every once in a while. They’ve talked to me about them on multiple occasions, and they circle around the whole concept of relationships and their commitment issues. Basically, its a little voice inside their head that makes them start doubting everything about our relationship, consider breaking up, etc. They’ve reassured me every single time they tell me about them that they have nothing to do with me, and that they cant help them. They know they’re not real or rational, but they get very loud and its really hard for them. We havent seen eachother in almost a month now (they were away in The States for the holidays), and Im gonna see them for the first time since they left this weekend, and Im honestly just so scared. Im so scared that they maybe realized those werent just intrusive thoughts and they actually dont want to be in this relationship anymore, and Im so scared that I may have hurt them in any way without even noticing. I keep telling them that I want them to talk to me about those thoughts when they have them, and I do, but I just cant help but feel like its all my fault. I always ask if there’s any way I can help, or if I’ve done anything wrong, or if there’s anything at all they need from me, but they either ignore those or just say no. Last month, while they were away, I completely forgot about our 4 month anniversary. I never say anything or do anything on those anyway, because they dont really like celebrating them and it just isnt their thing, which I respect. But they always send me a text, simple as it could be, and let me know that they love me. And it completely flew right over my head this past month, WHILE THEY WERE AWAY (which makes it so much worse) and I only realized like a couple days into January I think. I will admit, those weren’t easy days for me (or them), but that’s absolutely no excuse for me to have forgotten. They didnt say anything either, and I feel like absolute garbage because what if they thought “Im always the one wishing them a happy anniversary, I’ll wait for her to text me this time and see if she even remembers” AND I DIDNT. Oh my god oh my god I just, I want to absolutely die. They haven’t said anything about it at all, so I dont even know if they noticed or if maybe they didnt? Of course they did, they are so observant and aware of everything. And I love that about them, but I on the other hand am super forgetful and I hate that because it makes me feel like they feel like I dont care enough to remember stuff they tell me. I dont know. They’ve also been super distant for the past couple of days, which I figured would be because they just came back from their trip and have been super exhausted and busy, so I didnt think anything of it. But yesterday they told me about the thoughts again and it just hit a bit hard, I should’ve known something was up. I hate myself for always being so oblivious about everything, its like, it was right in front of me. And maybe they think that I dont care enough to know when something is up with them, or care enough to ask if it is. Im just really scared of losing them, I know I am far from perfect, and there are many things about me that suck ass and Im not an awesome partner sometimes and Im clingy and needy and my brain is empty compared to theirs, but I truly genuinely love them with every bit of my soul and they make me feel at home and they are oh so wonderful I just want to be good enough. I hope they arent tired of me. I hope this passes. I hope everything will be okay. I hope they still love me. I hope I can become better for them, and work on the things that bother them, and be more conscious and less forgetful. Last night when we were talking, they said they werent sure how to explain how they were feeling.

I suggested that they talk about it with their psychologist, and they said they would. I really hope they do, soon. I think it could really help them tidy up their mind a little bit so they can be a bit more clear on what/how they’re feeling and we could work on it together, or they could work on it themselves if its what they need and I will always be there to support them. Im just very full of worry right now, and its scary. They keep telling me that they feel like I worry too much all the time about everything, and that because of that sometimes they dont wanna talk to me about how they’re feeling because they know I’ll spiral over it even if I know its not my fault. And, as much as I love to tell them that Im working on that, and that they can always open up to me and that I only worry because I care, and that I can handle it, and that it’s important for me to be able to listen to them and support them, and that I would never want them to keep anything to themselves for a reason such as that one, WHICH IS ALL TRUE, they’re also right. I do worry too much about everything, constantly. And its not easy for me, either. And it makes me feel really selfish to be talking about how it “affects” me that THEY are having a bad time, you know? Like, what the fuck is that even about? I know Im allowed to have feelings, blah blah blah, yeah, but it just doesnt sit right with me to victimize myself them its about them, about how they’re having a tough time and what they need from me in order to get through that. Like, okay attention seeker. 🤡

Anyway, I asked them if they wanted to FaceTime tonight and they said yes!! I burst into tears right this second when they texted me back, I dont know, I miss them a lot. I have to figure out what Im gonna give them as a “welcome back” gift this weekend, and hopefully make up for my stupid self forgetting about our anniversary. I hope I dont start crying during our FaceTime, I just got my period so Im extra sensitive and thats the last thing they need right now. I really hope everything will be okay.

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thedappleddragon · 4 years ago

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I woke up relatively early from a dream where I was furious at my mom for some reason. I felt a little bad about it but shook it off because I knew it was only a dream. I think the reason ive omen up at like 9 instead of noon for the past few days is because I had my blinds on my windows pulled all the way up so the sun would hit me directly in the face at that time. I lowered my blinds a little bit and put the blanket over half of my window because the sun would blind me when sitting at my desk, so we’ll see how that affects my sleep. I watched the inauguration jumping between my mom’s room and my sister’s room because they both had it on their tvs. I took the lemon cake out of the mold and it kind of fell apart but it still tasted good. the wierd aftertaste and grossness of the raw batter was gone, and it wasn't too lemony. so 9/10 pretty good, next time maybee just zest and squeeze it next time tho. think back on today I ate way to much fuckin sugar but that’s fine. made soup and spaghetti for my mom and sister and ate some, waiting for 5pm to hit so I could zoom with my friends. they backed up the time to 6;30 because s couple of them wanted to get dinner or something, so I played some dont starve until we started. it was a lot of fun just being able to casually talk with everyone and we played a bunch of Jackbox for like 3 hours until we all got tired of socializing tbh. it was a great time, and I didnt have too much trouble being self conscious about my appearance. still a little tho. I took my hair out of my ponytail and felt a little better. im 98% sure my face was really red like the entire time from laughing and being a little embarrassed partially from quiplash nonsense, but Im choosing to believe that they didnt notice and blamed it on wierd lighting. I didnt get a little self conscious about my smile tho. the thing is, when I look at myself in a mirror at all different angles, I think I look kind of pretty sometimes. sometimes I like my big slightly hooked nose and general face shape but if I look at myself in a mirror for too long I freak myself out and have to look away before I spiral. anyway as soon as we said our goodbyes and hung up the call I had to lay my head down on the desk for a moment. idk if it’s because one person left early or we played one too many games or something but I got burnt out. that doesnt mean I didnt have a shit ton of fun tho!! im really grateful that so many of us got together :) afterwards ive just been hanging out and getting stuck on tiktok. its only midnight so I might do a could more things before I go to bed. most of us realized we hadn't talked to Maddie in a while so I think im gonna draw her something real quick and send it. now that im think about it we havent talked to Korra in like. FOREVER and they never really text in the group chat so I feel like they need to be checked in on more than she does but. whatever. I might send them a text later

#thanks for coming to my ted talk #January 2021 daily #2021 daily

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makeup-wonder-woman · 7 years ago

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Poison and Lies

Prompt: 1,050 110,111 and 125 with Tim?

Pairing: Tim Drake X reader

110: she grew up on lies. Either it was from her mother's mouth of from the man who she always thought was her father.

111:

How long have we known each other?

-About fifteen years. Give or take. But that doesn't mean I trust you.

125: Do I need to tell you everything I love about you?

Word Count: 1,690

TW: none

Batman looked over at you as you sat on the swivel chair in front of the batcomputer. He glanced over at Robin, Red Robin and Nightwing, waiting for his explanation as to why you were there," She grew up on lies. Either it was from her mother's mouth or from the man who she always thought was her father."

Batman was analyzing you, like you were some stranger and not a close family friend for a little over fifteen years, a holder of the Batfam secret for five. It made Tim's stomach twist in anger. Your mother was Poison Ivy, but when she turned to a life of crime, she abandoned you. You were taken in by Bruce for a bit before he found a man claiming to be your father. Everything was supposed to be in order, paternity tests came back good. You had been safe.

Until Poison Ivy crashed your graduation from Gotham Academy, and kidnapped you. She'd hid you for a good year and a half, and you were both relieved and horrified when you had been with her. Relieved that your mom wanted to be back in you life. Horrified at how she took you away from your life as you knew it.

Until, your father got involved with Batman...

You didn't know where you were, you hadn't ever since your mother stole you away. She'd taken you out of Gotham, one of the reason you'd stayed hidden for so long. You sometimes thought the Amazon Rainforest, sometimes you thought some place in Mexico, and sometimes you thought you were on a whole other continent, like India, and that brought out a whole other possibilities.

Your mother was kind, she didn't act like nothing had ever happened when she abandoned you at the ripe old age of eight, and by the amount of screaming matches you both had, she couldn't ignore it. "You're not leaving," she said in a raised voice," I’m keeping you safe!"

"From what? Assimilating into society?" You snapped back, pulling your h/c hair into a bun.

Your mother stomped over and lightly smacked your hands away from you hair,"Let me." She muttered, calling vines to her and weaving them into you hair. It seemed it would be a tame fight tonight.

You stood still as she worked, but that didn't stop your voice box,"Mom, I have to go back. I'm already behind a year and a half, I'll have to catch up to everyone."

"I've been teaching you plenty," You mother sighed as she had Y/F/Flowers grow into your hair, complementing the color nicely. "You wouldn't have to play catch up at all."

"Having Harley send her old school books for me to study out of doesn't count as teaching me." You growled pulling away from her,"I need updated texts-"

"You're not leaving," You mother said sternly, crossing her arms as the trees bushes, and vines shaking around you, shrinking together in a tighter formation.

You knew when to step off before the plants started attacking you due to your mother's emotions. She'd stop them, but not before they got a few unexpected hits in. You had a scar on your arm from one of your more heated arguments. You fell silent,"Yet," you muttered under your breath," Im-"

"Go to your room," Your mother interrupted you from saying exactly what you wanted to say. "Go there. Stay there. Now."

"Who-"

"Go," your mother yelled at you, though you didn't have much of a choice as large vines wrapped around you and carried you to your 'room' which was basically a pocket of vines, trees and other vegetation that was connect to the rest of the house up in the trees. You didn't scream, as this had happen hundreds of times, but never this fast. Thankfully the vines were still gentle as the set you down in your room.

The vines and trees closed in around you, basically trapping you in the dark. The plants that your mother created with bioluminescent leaves started to glow, and you had a bit of light to stumble over to you bed. Your mother kept the house safe with anti-insect and arachnid plants, wether through pheromones or plants that would eat them. So your sheets were usually safe as you collapsed down into them. You couldn't hide your Go bag from your mom, and she unpacked it every time she found it, but you grabbed it from the side of your bed anyway.

There was a loud crash and your mother screamed in anger,"Leave, now!" The sticky sweet smell of pheromones filled the air as your mother started to fight the intruders. She made you immune to all of them, thankfully so you went as close to the wall as you could, listening to the sounds, there had been a few attacks from locals, but this time it didn't seem to be that. This was outsiders, your friends.

"I want her back Pamela!" Your father yelled,"You can't just hold her captive!"

"She's my daughter," Your mother screamed,"I'm the only one strong enough to protect her."

You chewed your lip, conflicted. Your mother loved you, she wanted to keep you safe. She was just going about it the wrong way. Your father wanted to protect you from her, but you didn't need protection from her. You placed your hand on the wall,"Listen," you whispered to the plants," I know you like to listen to my mom. But I need your help. I need you to let me out. I want to help protect my mom from getting hurt."

The vines quivered in response before a small hole opened up, you were shocked because they never wanted to listen to you. But you slipped out of it anyway. The pheromones were thick in the air, making you a bit dizzy with the change of air, you shook your head to clear it and marched on. You came upon your mother fighting Batman, Red Robin, Robin, Nightwing and your Father-all in gas masks. Your mother had Robin and Red Robin wrapped up in vines despite their struggles, Batman was the main attack force while Nightwing worked to protect your father from the plants. You walked calmly towards them, no one had seen you yet. You were sure you looked like your mother, as she made you clothes from her plants (mostly Cotten, cause you could only be so comfortable) you were barefoot, and your hair was still done up with flowers.

You glared at them all, the tree branch and vines under you trembled in response to you emotions,"Enough," You said quietly, and the plants paused in their actions allowing Nightwing and your father to dodge a deadly spike of green just in time. Batman jumped away from you mother, preparing to throw a batarang at her," ENOUGH," You yelled more forcefully. The plants reacted to your voice, no longer listening to you mother, instead, they wrapped around you mother, Nightwing, stopped Batman's batarang before it struck your mother and then wrapped around Batman. You stepped out into the middle of the room, where there wa a Abigail patch of sun from your friends forcing their way in. Everyone turned to you,"No more fighting."

Your mother squirmed,"Let me go," she commanded the vines, but they held fast to her under your mental orders. She let out a disgruntled scream.

You strode forward your father closing in on you with a calm, happy smile,"Y/N," he whispered, shaking,"Come here."

"Get away from her," Your mother screamed,"Y/N! Don't trust him- He's not your father!"

You froze, eyes widening, Your mother had promised to never lie to you. Why was she trying now," Stop," you barked at your father.

He took another step,"Y/N? You don't seriously believe-"

"I. Said. Stop," You snapped, the trees and vines rustling around you, and your father froze.

The batfamily was still struggling in their captive states,"Y/N," Red Robin- Tim your friend, you reminded yourself-called over to you,"Let's us go. Please."

You glanced over at them. Your mother had said she was protecting you, from them? From your father? You took a step away from them, trying to clear your head,"W-What's going on?" You demanded, glancing over at your mother.

Your mother opened your mouth to tell you when your father lunged at you. You managed to dodge him, but your mother entered momma bear mode. "Get away from my baby," she screamed and managed to get one hand free, directing the plants straight at your father as you scrambled away. They didn't kill him, like you expected your mother to, but on did pierce his shoulder and held him to the ground. "You Bitch!" He screamed for a moment before he just grit his teeth and held onto the vine.

You started to shake, you were confused, you were scared. Red Robin called out to you again,"Y/N let us go, Y/N! Let us help you!" You knew he was safe but that desperation in his voice set you on edge.

You flickered your eyes up to them, your mother was exhausted, she was hunched over the vine that held her, breathing hard but still conscious. Nightwing called out to you-Dick, he was always so nice and safe- "Y/N," he was calmer than Red Robin, it soothed you and a shiver went through the trees and vines,"Y/N, you're safe. Let us go."

You took a breath before releasing the Batfam. Each falling to the ground with their own certain grace. Red Robin had to be held off from Nightwing before he ran straight at you. They both nodded and walked calmly towards you while Batman cuffed your mother and Robin- Damian-went to check on your father. Red Robin stopped in front of you,"Y/N? Are you okay?"

You shook your head,"I... don't know..."

Red Robin reached out and you grabbed his hand like a vice, he grit his teeth but didn't complain,"You're gonna be fine."

I’m going to use all the little dialog starters, just in different chapters, should be about 3. Don’t worry It doesn’t end here!

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barce-fabu-lona · 8 years ago

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Neymessi all 30 questions because im evil ;P

You're evil but I love you lol 😘 Thank you for this. 1. Who is the most affectionate? - Definitely Neymar. He would always go around, touching Leo whenever he can, pressing little kisses everywhere. In public I imagine him always wanting to hold Leo's hand and like standing very closely behind him. But like Leo would show affection as well of course but in another way because he is not that out there. 2. Big spoon/Little spoon? Leo's the big spoon, Neymar is the little spoon and he's not even complaining. 3. Most common argument? I think they would argue about little stuff rather then having a big argument. But I think it would be Ney always wanting to share their private life on social media and Leo not being down with that, wanting to maintain a bit of privacy.4. Favorite non-sexual activity? Going for a run together or watching TV series. 5. Who's most likely to carry the other? LEO 😂 Because he loves ney so much he will always makes sure that he's okay, carrying him around when he's injured or drunk. But I also believe he would carry ney to their bedroom at night when he's too sleepy to get up from the couch.6. What's their favorite feature on their partner? Leo likes Neymar's tattoos and Neymar likes Leo's butt 😏7. What the first thing that changed when they realized they had feelings for each other? Neymar became very clingy, always being near Leo because doesn't need to hold back now. Also Leo started sucking hickeys into Ney's neck to show who he belonged to. 8. Nicknames? Ney and Leo. 9. Who worries them most? The press. 10. Who remembers what the other orders at a restaurant? I feel like they both would actually. Leo doesn't talk much but listens but I think that if Neymar cares (which he does) he would also pay attention to details like this. 11. Who tops? Lol Leo does of course 😏 no questions asked. 12. Who initiates kisses? Mostly Neymar but Leo as well when he's horny or happy.13. Who reaches for the others hand first? Ney does because sometimes what the press and people are saying gets a little too much and he needs to have an anchor. Leo is his anchor. 14. Who kisses the hardest? Leo. If he's really going at it he will always leave Neymar's lips bruised up and his neck covered with marks.15. Who wakes up first? Leo. He's always up early and goes for a run before Ney even opens his eyes for the first time. 16. Who wants to stay in bed just a little longer? Ney as well. 17. Who said "I love you" first? Leo did because Neymar was too scared to rush things even though he knew he loved Leo as well. 18. Who leaves notes in the other ones lunch? I don't think they would do this because they don't take lunch to training? But if they would they would both do it and while Leo's would be cute stuff like: "Have a wonderful day.", Ney's would be like: "Can't wait to suck your sick tonight." or something like that. 19. Who really their friends/family about their relationship first? Ney does because he can't keep his mouth shut. But that's okay because they don't want to keep it a secret. 20. What does their family/friends think of their relationship? They're happy and supportive. 21. Who is more likely to start dancing with the other? Neymar because he's always singing and dancing.22. Who cooks more and who is better at cooking? Both Leo. I feel like he might even enjoy doing it to calm himself down after a stressful day. 23. Who comes up with cheesy pick up lines? Neymar and he will always try them on Leo and he will be like: "I already am your boyfriend but maybe I will stop if you don't shut up." 24. Who whispers inappropriate things into the others ear at inappropriate times? Ney 😂😂😂 I can so imagine him doing this to Leo during a game or a gala, always talking about how horny he is and how he needs Leo to fuck him up against a wall. 25. Who needs more assurance? In general Neymar because I believe him to be a little self conscious but Leo does too when he misses a penalty for example. 26. What would be their theme song? The Barcelona Hymne lol 27. Who would sing their child back to sleep? Ney would and Leo would stand behind them, looking on with a fond smile. 28. What do they do when they're away from each other? They text everyday, FaceTime every second if they can and Ney sends a looooot of dick pics. 29. One headcon about this OTP that breaks your heart? I'm not sure what this is but I guess like a scenario? That would be Ney or Leo cheating and them having a messy, tearful break-up.30. One headcon that mends your heart? Leo protecting Neymar against bigger opponents and Leo standing with him even though they get a lot of hate for being gay.

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