#Look sometimes I just get all emotional and then its everyone else's problem!!

[damnfandomproblems]

Fandom Problem #9657:

I feel like nowadays so many writers forget you actually have to write a character with an interesting development and story who happens to be a woman instead of "Lol girlboss is magically better and more powerful than anyone and she learns absolutely nothing throughout the story and if you criticise it you're a sexist pig"

An example of this is the Mulan 2020 remake. I loved the original Mulan as a kid, we saw Mulan's character grow throughout the movie and how she worked hard to be as strong as the men in the army, eventually saving china, her victory was earned and most of all her father said "The greatest gift and honor is having you for a daughter" which is my favourite disney quote

What did they do in the remake? Mulan was magically stronger than literally everyone else even as a child, she didn't need to work hard to save china and I found nothing interesting about her character unlike the original, 2020 Mulan may as well be a cardboard cut out

First of all, if you want to write a strong female character, make her interesting, show us how her character develops throughout the story, don't constantly shove in our face "SEE LOOK GUYS A WOMAN IS STRONG!! GIRLS CAN BE STRONG TOO #GIRLPOWER" and I know I'm not the first person to quote Sonic Boom, but Knuckles literally said that calling attention to the breaking of gender roles implies that the woman being strong is an exception and not the status quo, why can't we have a strong female character without everyone constantly pointing out she's a woman all the bloody time? Why can't we just treat her the same as the strong men? I don't see people pointing out the fact a strong male character is a man, I thought we were supposed to be treating the genders equally?

I also don't think every female character has to be a super strong badass warrior, there's nothing wrong with having physically strong women in stories (I love Jojos and one of my favourite characters is Jolyne and she is strong) but sometimes its okay for women (and men) to just chill out in stories, they don't always need to be so strong all the time, I actually think it would be interesting if a story showed the mental health struggles of a badass type character thinking they need to be strong all the time

Plus physical strength isn't the only thing that can make someone strong, what if a female character is mentally strong or is strong in intelligence and uses those strengths to outsmart the bad guys instead of just beating the shit out of them all the time? That would be cool

Also whats with this whole trend of not letting strong female characters fall in love? Of course not everyone needs to have a boyfriend or girlfriend, but I honestly think this whole trend of NEVER letting the strong badass woman fall in love implies 2 things:

1: "Ew no man would want to date a strong woman lol strong women can NEVER find love thats why she doesn't have a partner" (have you seen the amount of guys who have a crush on characters such as Mikasa from AOT? Or like I mentioned before Jolyne from JOJO? Or most of all, real life strong women?)

2: "Falling in love is for the dumb OTHER GIRLS who are so stupid for falling in love because falling in love is DUMB AND GIRLY EWWWWWW" (I hate the "not like other girls" trope and unsurprisingly it shows up a lot with these so called "strong women characters")

Falling in love or even just having a small crush is not dumb or silly, its a natural human emotion that most people feel, including strong badass women

This is also something that the Mulan remake did, they got rid of Shang, Mulan's love interest, for some reason, first of all Shang was awesome why the fuck did you get rid of him? Second of all, you didn't really need to do that, in the original Mulan of course did fall in love, but that wasn't her whole character like these idiots imply, most of her character development went into her working hard to be seen as equal and just as strong as the men in the army (also some people forget that the whole reason she joined the army in the first place wasn't to be an epic girlboss, but it was to protect her father who was clearly not fit to fight in the war and if she didn't take his place he'd have to go instead) Shang respected Mulan (both as Ping and her actual self) and Mulan respected him back, they don't even kiss at the end of the movie I think, in fact most of the romance is explored more in the mediocre direct to DVD sequel

So moral of the story: write your female characters to be actual interesting people and not a "girlboss" with zero personality or development, also its not dumb to fall in love and strong girls shouldn't be seen as weak for doing so

[pentuppen]

The Pro's and Cons of FanFic Writing

I'm going to go ahead and admit I'm writing this instead of getting on with the business of writing another chapter, but why the fuck not, Stephen King gets by on 6 pages a day and I'm nearly three down before 11am. Time for me to waffle on and dump some of the clutter in my brain!

I love the fact that I have returned to writing fics after 7 years with such a vengeance. Back then, in the days of Solacemancers and Fen' Haral angst, I could barely make 7 chapters, now....well those of you who have been following me can still see where that's going. It is a privilege and a joy to entertain others with such wonderful characters, but fic writing does have its downsides.

Imposter syndrome - This shit follows me for like 8 out of 10 chapters and if it wasn't for my wonderful beta reader and all the people who left comments, it would have buried me into stopping long before I even considered a book 2 for Loose the Arrow.

I don't know where we're going - Ah yes that feeling you get when you don't have a whole story planned and you are literally making shit up as you go along. I swear some of my fics feel like just a bunch of cool events I have to hurriedly chain together till they make sense, and sometimes that can take DAYS!

I'm not a writer - Writing Fanfic, there is always going to be moments where you will denigrate your own work simply because you are writing a fanfic. You forget that this is supposed to be for fun and not really for any kind of gain.

Knowing when to stop - This is a particular issue for those of us that write long term fics, especially if people are invested in them. Once you get the ball rolling you sort of feel you have to keep it going or you'll disappoint people, and its hard to tell yourself on the days you feel off or its just not clicking, to just shut down the google docs and give yourself a break

There are just a few and please feel free to add more, it also likely applies to a good portion of the wonderful artists I have seen in the community. Nobody is a harsher critic than ourselves, even when we have every cause to be celebrating the works we have accomplished.

But you know, all it takes is the right comment, the right reaction and enthusiasm to get us right back on track. So as I sit here, avoiding a chapter that needs my attention, while my poor old laptop chugs away desperately pleading for retirement, I think it's a good thing to recognise all the people who encourage us.

To the Beta Readers, who corral our self worth and go through the exhausting task of putting our poor shrivelled brains back in order!

To the commenters who's reactions spark more inspiration than they will ever know!

To the Fan Artists who come up with amazing work for the sheer love of yours!

To the mad friends who challenge us to do the shit we come up with on the fly!

Thank you for making this hobby a continued joy for me and others like me day in and day out.

<3

[vivicas-dollhouse]

Creepypasta dating hcs!!

Ever want to date a killer?

Genre: headcannons

Characters: ticci toby, jeff the killer, eyeless jack, ben drowned, masky/tim, hoodie/brian, clockwork, nina the killer, kate the chaser, jane the killer, lulu, homicidal liu, bloody painter

Desc: im sure everyone has wanted to date a creepypasta at least once, this is for that kid in all of us.. what its like to date a creepypasta

Cws: sex talk and i think thats it

Enjoy!

Toby

-asked you out pretty quickly after meeting you, he cant help your so goddamn gorgeous (and he wants to fuck you)

-he is a horrible clinger, constantly needs to be near you or else he gets insecure and bitchy

-he compliments you often, he just feels like he needs to prove he loves you so you dont leave him

-he originally was a horrible kisser, you WERE his first partner after all. luckily hes a quick learner

-he is a HUGE fan of pda, he always will have his hand on your ass if you let him. he needs to prove your his after all!

-he needs to snuggle with you at night, even if your mad at each other. he just is angry, he doesn't HATE you

-he makes you gifts constantly, from a carved statue of wood to a cool rock he found. he will gift you things on the daily and expects you to keep them.

-he will fight with you, hes stubborn and needs to prove hes right, but he will always apologize for it later, usually after some angry sex

-speaking of sex, prepare for a lot of it

-he is like a dog in heat, every single time you have a bit of skin showing he needs to see more. he will run his hands down your pants and nip at your neck until you give into him.

-he is always horny for you, even in public. he would fuck you in a bathroom stall if he could

-but back to the sfw stuff, hes genuinely so sweet

-his work makes him tired and when he comes home he wants nothing but to shower and kick back to watch a movie with you

Ben

-oh boy.

-he is very cool, but expect to be made fun of at all times. its not in the malicious way (most of the time) but its constant.

-hes a wisecrack, he IS a poltergeist after all. he plays jokes, you cant even blame him for it

-he isnt the touchy type, he hates pda and will hold your hand at best. he doesnt mean any harm, and if you bring it up to him he will try and do more

-doesnt say “i love you” a lot, but will show his love in other ways, like playing a game together or cooking together.

-his love language is quality time, and he will spend a lot with you. just dont expect to ALWAYS have a good time

-he isnt clingy, he enjoys his alone time and is fine with giving you space

-he doesn't really argue, he cant take anything seriously so he will just brush whatever you have to say off and ignore the actual problem

-he doesn't like to cuddle, he wont even if you beg him.

-he does love sleeping together though.

-he doesn't have many kinks, but he loves to degrade you and genuinely hurt your feelings but then kiss it better

-he isnt terribly horny, he just cant get over how good you look with some skin showing

-he will never take you on dates unless you ask him to or its an anniversary

Jeff

-he likes you, but he isnt great with emotions

-he cares deeply but a lot of times you feel like he doesn't

-he will ignore you if hes mad at you, and things only get better if you apologize

-hes super overprotective and jealous, your his and his alone and if ANYONE tries to hurt you they will be paying with their life

-he isn't terribly affectionate, he will kiss you sometimes but he will insist on spooning at night

-he likes buying you clothes, he will treat you like your his barbie and will make you look as slutty as he wants

-he likes just taking a bath together, not even necessarily in a sex way. the water feels nice and he likes seeing you naked, win win

-he likes to try and “test that you love him” by making you jealous to the point you lash out at him

-he LOVES arguing and will hold things against you for YEARS.

-including videos of you two having sex

-he LOVES recording your face as he plows into you, its good to use as blackmail so you dont leave him (and he loves watching it back)

-he will take you on long car rides to the middle of nowhere and just sit and watch the stars with you. thats the only really romantic thing he does though, hes not the type to plan dates.

-he will go if you plan them though, he likes to see you smile but doesn't really know how to make that happen

-he buys you food and clothes, but thats about the most romantic thing he will get you

-he likes listening to music and smoking weed together, god he loves getting you intoxicated

-he likes fucking you while your drunk/high and making you cum over and over until you start making a lot of noise

Jack

-if your here for twink humanoid eyeless jack keep scrolling /silly

-jack is part demon, hes more animalistic than a normal creepypasta

-he knows that your very breakable compared to him so he treats you with a great deal of care

-he is very sweet, bringing you treats from the forest and food from… questionable locations.. and will prepare dinner for you if you dont want to cook

-his favorite way to spend time together is curled up next to you while you watch tv, especially the food network or medical shows

-he isnt seen in public, but if he was he would enjoy kissing and holding you very much

-he isnt clingy, but he IS protective. if he senses danger he will be glued to your side

-when you argue, he is calm and collected. he will try and work out a solution together, even if internally he is enraged

-he loves to have sex, especially giving you head. he doesn't usually do any penetration as he knows he could easily hurt you.

-besides, watching your face as he fucks you with his tongues is the best feeling in the world

-expect many orgasms, as many as you can take without hurting.

-he will know if your sad and will try and fix it, hes very attuned to your emotions

-he loves words of affirmation, he will constantly tell you how important you are to him and how good you are doing

Masky

-hes weird about love

-his sense of love is warped from his years of working for slender, he sees love as a job and by god is he gonna be the best at it

-but he will act all cool, he acts like he cares a normal amount, but internally?

-he will kill anyone in the world who tries to hurt you, regardless of rank or size, no one hurts you

-he holds you near his heart, a rare occurrence for him

-he likes to spoil you, hes always buying you little gifts that you even mention wanting once

-he wont take you out on dates, but he will make time to make sure you get the best date in the forest or at the house ever

-he genuinely wants to be a better person for you, hes just unsure where to start on fixing himself

-only problem is hes not a great communicator, he goes quiet a lot and wont tell you why

-in arguments he screams, and hes not proud of it but he doesn't know what else to do

-he doesn't get angry easy, but he does get annoyed

-he likes rough sex, he likes seeing you choke, beg and cry for him, but he will take the best care of you after

Hoodie

Before we begin, i am not great at understanding him.. i am unsure about his personality and i cant figure out why so if this seems off i sorry

-he is kind of normal in a way, he presents himself as funny and kind and for the most part he is

-except he usually takes jokes a bit too far and will end up taunting you

-he think your cute when your mad and has no problem riling you up just so he can fuck it out of you

-he feels the need to be in control 24/7 and usually this manifests as him bending you over whenever he wants

-hes highly sexual, your relationship was a hookup gone serious

-he does love you though, he will spend a lot of time listening to you about your interests and watching tv and cuddling you

-he isnt clingy and doesn't like if you are, he needs his space

-hes a bit of a flirt with other people just to make you jealous (so he can fuck it out of you)

-your relationship is good for the most part besides that, hes not willing to change for you so if you end up not being compatible he understands

Clockwork

-shes never been good in relationships, but she will really try for you

-she takes a while to open up, but the moment she laughed at your joke for the first time you fell in love

-she is very kind, she just has a tough exterior.

-shes the outdoorsy girlfriend stereotype, she likes hunting with you and will take you camping and can 100% beat your ass

-shes hesitant to do any pda, her perception of romance and intimacy are skewed from her abuse and years of being socially isolated by her own fear

-she isnt super touchy, but about a year in she will cuddle with you sometimes

-her love language is acts of service, she will randomly clean the whole house and cook dinner for you with meat from a deer she killed.

-she loves you very deeply, and is super vulnerable with you. she will tell you what she honestly thinks and will expect you to do the same

-she doesn't fight, she just shuts down. you have to take care of how you bring issues up to her or else she will just walk out the house and not respond to calls or texts for days until she returns.

-she is on the ace spectrum, she doesn't usually like sex or enjoy it, she might give you head if you ask though. probably not.

-she will take you on elaborate dates with multiple destinations and beautiful views, she isnt afraid to spend money on you

-she wont say she loves you in the beginning, but once she starts saying it she will say it all the time

Jane

-shes a cup of hot chocolate of a girlfriend

-she always has said she dates for marriage, and it shows

-shes devoted from day one, your hers and shes gonna take care of you

-she will cook you food whenever you want, its her biggest way of showing love

-she also loves curling up with you on the couch and watching a movie

-she is a very good communicator, she will have discussions and not arguments

-she loves taking you out on the town in matching outfits, she wants to let the world know shes taken

-shes a dom. no questions asked.

-she wants to do girly girl things with you like do your nails or go to a cafe, shes all about living a happy little cottage core lifestyle! except goth!

-shes into all things spooky so expect the house to have her touch of halloween year round

-shes just overall a good girlfriend

Kate

-shes very shy externally, but once you get to know her shes pretty cool. she would be the one to ask you out

-she has a dry and sarcastic sense of humor and that could either drive you crazy or you love it

-shes not very pushy, she just goes with whatever you want even if shes not interested

-shes a great kisser, and she is not afraid to do so in public. in the movies? kiss. in a restaurant? kiss.

-she likes gifting you bugs, leaves and cool rocks, she likes to go outside and explore with you

-her love language is definitely quality time, she spends as much time with you as she can.

-she is a clinger, she wants to do everything with you. it can get exhausting at times

-in arguments she just goes quiet and does whatever you want her to do, she isnt great at communicating

-she isnt too sex motivated, she can go 3 weeks and still feel no need to be sexual

-when she is sexual, shes a pillow princess. she CANNOT top for her life.

-shes fairly vanilla, she just likes being praised and needs you to be gentle

-she likes to snuggle with you every night, she claims shes cold but she just wants to hear your heart beating to put her to bed

-she loves watching tv with you and falling asleep on the couch (she sleeps a LOT)

-she says she loves you all the time and you love her so much

Nina

-oh god where to start

-shes a NIGHTMARE

-she will get obsessed with you, and not in the cute way

-youll be away from her without you telling her and she will show up claiming that you hate her or that you dont care about her saftey and that she was just worried about you

-she expects you to be fine with her flirting with other men but if you even talk to another woman shes accusing you of cheating

-shes super stuck up and bitchy, she always has to be right

-she wants you to kiss her and hold her by her waist and be touching her in public and will cause a scene if she thinks your not paying attention to her

-she wants gifts and money constantly

-she likes to act like you are cheating just to see if you REALLY love her

-she will cling to you every night and if you move she will accuse you of ignoring her

-she expects you to want sex every night and if you say no she accuses you of seeing other people

-during sex she is super loud and if you tell her to be quiet she will ignore you and might even get louder to spite you

-she expects you to plan all the dates

-she has expensive tastes, and might even leave you if you dont buy her expensive enough things

Lulu

-shes so sweet, she will always act like you are a saint just for doing the bare minimum

-she likes to keep the house tidy for you and loves gifting you new things to display

-she is so loving to you, forgiving every fault you have and always trying to cheer you up

-she says she loves you all the time, she loves hearing you say it back

-she likes to hold your hand in public but thats about it, she might like a kiss now and then but it embarrasses her

-she loves to go skating, roller skating and ice skating, and she will happily teach you how to

-she loves playing with you in the snow, its one of her favorite activities of all time

-shes not super sexual, just a normal amount of sex is fine by her. she just wants to do what you want

-she's extremely submissive, power dynamics and yes sir/maam titles are her favorite ways to make you happy

-she needs a lot of affection, shes not clingy but she is very insecure

-shes hard to argue with because she just starts crying and having a panic attack

-she loves to go out shopping and try on clothes for you to react to, and you cant help but smile every time she comes out the dressing room looking so damn cute

Liu

-his heart is it the right place, hes just possessive

-he thinks he has to protect you from everything, even when you dont need protection

-you feel a bit smothered when your at a social gathering with him and hes glaring at everyone who talks to you

-hes sweet as honey though, he buys you flowers randomly and learns to make your favorite foods

-he is lowkey a clinger but acts like hes all cool

-hes always holding your hand in public, he is proud to call himself yours

-his love language is acts of service so you will never lift a finger again

-the problem arises when someone, and i mean ANYONE tries to get close to you either emotionally or physically he will shut that shit down so fast

-he needs to be the only person who matters to you, he tends to be kind of toxic in that way

-he is very yandere coded tbh. and that applies to sex too

-he is not afraid to love bomb the SHIT out of you while his hands around your throat

-he will make you scared sexually (and you def like it)

-but overall if he ever genuinely hurts you he WILL take it out on himself

Helen/Bloody painter

-jesus christ

-hes very distant and you often feel like you can never make him happy and that hes not in love with you

-its a miracle he chose to date you, hes so stuck in his own world that its like your needs dont exist

-he often will go behind your back and do whatever he wants to do without telling you

-he isnt sure if he loves you, hes more fascinated than what he thinks love is. he likes the fact that your vulnerable.. that your breakable

-he doesn't get you gifts, not even a drawing or something he likes

-he mainly ignores you until youve done something wrong

-and when youve done something wrong he wont argue, he will just stare at you angrily until you tire yourself out

-no cuddles, he actually doesn't really want to share a bed. too intense for him

-youd come home to a spotless house every once in a while, but thats the most romantic he gets

[kirisjournal]

Hii, could you do Angst for John Price? I have this idea like, you keep pursuing him, youre like very infatuated for him, but one day,after getting rejected again, you give up finally, and he regrets it, its ok if not,just wanted to like share

awh of course! thank you ever so kindly for your request, lovely ♡ i went with a gender-neutral reader this time—just to keep the story open, wide as the sky, for anyone who might need to slip into it quietly. i hope it wraps around you gently, like something soft and familiar. ♡

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call of duty: john price x gn!reader

summary: you hadn’t meant to fall for him. not really. not out loud. it started quiet—between early drills and shared silences, buried beneath routine and rank. you were just steady. kind. someone who stayed. and maybe that was the problem. you cared too much and said too little, until one day you asked.

setting: base corridors and debriefing rooms. the hum of fluorescent lights. quiet nights outside john’s quarters. the sharp scent of gun oil and missed chances.

warnings: lowercase prose, gender-neutral!reader, reader is military, unspoken pining, repeated rejection, emotional ache, soft confession, mutual care but missed timing, reader stops trying, quiet regret, no y/n used,

word count: 2.08k

note: this one aches. for anyone who’s ever reached out with soft hands only to be met with silence. for the ones who stayed kind, even when it hurt. and for the people who realized too late what they’d pushed away. thank you for being here ♡

my inbox is always open ♡♡

part one | part two | part three

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you hadn’t meant to fall for him.

it started like everything else did, in the hush between orders and the grit of early morning drills—one moment bleeding into the next, too blurred to name. there were rules. structure. a chain of command. and at the top of yours stood captain john price, solid as a stone wall, voice like the edge of gravel, eyes that held entire wars.

he was your superior. and you respected him—deeply, fully, enough to make your palms go still when he passed by, enough to know the way he carried his stress like weight in his shoulders. but somewhere along the line, something shifted. not loudly. not all at once. just… a quiet tilt. the way gravity sometimes pulls without you realizing until you're already falling.

it started small.

a glance held a little too long. a question asked just to hear his voice. a joke softened by affection you didn’t name out loud.

he didn’t notice at first—not really. not in the way you meant for him to. john price was used to attention, after all. to looks and interest and the weight of someone else's want brushing against his skin like static. but yours was different. slower. quieter. not a spotlight, but a lantern left glowing on the porch—just in case he ever wanted to come home to something warm.

you weren’t careless with it.

you didn’t throw yourself at him. didn’t flirt the way other people did.

but god, you cared.

you stayed late when you didn’t have to. cleaned up after briefings even when it wasn’t your mess. your gaze lingered longer than it should’ve when he wasn’t looking. a presence he could always count on, even if he never asked for it. a tether in the dark.

and sometimes—just sometimes—you let your voice soften when you spoke to him, as if he might hear all the things you couldn’t say yet.

he called you by name in that low, rough voice like gravel under soft rain. sometimes with a chuckle. sometimes with a sigh. but always—always with a gentleness he didn’t use for everyone.

and still, when you asked—quietly, carefully, maybe we could grab dinner sometime?—he said no.

not cruelly. not sharply. just… no.

it wasn’t rejection, not outright. just careful avoidance. silence that filled the gaps where something else might’ve bloomed. he never treated you harshly. never snapped or pulled rank in anger. but you could feel the line—barbed and invisible—wrapped tight around your ribs every time you got too close.

you thought maybe, just maybe, if you were patient—he’d step over it.

but the third time you tried… it broke you.

it was late. deployment had been rough. days without proper sleep. the kind of exhaustion that sat behind your eyes and made your heart feel too full.

it wasn’t planned. nothing that soft ever was. it had been a rough op—mud thick in your boots, lungs still tight from the sprint to exfil, adrenaline cooling in your bloodstream like ash. and there he was. captain john price. solid and familiar in the aftermath, standing just outside the hangar with his hands braced on his hips, sweat drying at his temples. he looked tired. so did you.

but you’d seen something, back there. the way he barked your name over comms when the building collapsed. the way he’d grabbed your vest with both hands once you got out, like he needed to be sure you were still here. it echoed behind your ribs long after the dust settled.

so, stupidly, softly—you let it slip.

“you ever think,” you said, barely louder than the wind, “what it might be like? if this was… something else?”

there was a pause. brief, but heavy.

and then he turned.

his gaze landed on you with a sharpness that knocked the air from your lungs. not cruel, not even surprised—just… alert. eyes narrowed slightly, brow creasing in a way that felt like it cracked something deep inside you. something you’d been keeping held together with silence and hope.

“what are you askin’?” he said—quiet, low. unreadable in the way only someone who’s had to bury everything soft can be.

you swallowed hard.

the words caught on the edge of your throat like barbed wire. you couldn’t quite meet his eyes, couldn’t bear to see the rejection already beginning to form there.

“i mean…” your voice faltered, barely holding its shape. “if i wasn’t under your command. if we met somewhere else—normal. quieter. would you… would you even think about it? about us?”

for a second, it felt like the whole world held its breath.

but he didn’t.

he exhaled slowly. steady. then shook his head, just once.

“don’t,” he said, and the word was soft—almost tender. not sharp. not angry. just… final.

“you don’t want to walk that road.”

and he meant it.

not because he didn’t care. but because maybe he did—and that made it worse. because that road, the one you were trying to follow him down, only led to pain. to impossible choices. to all the things soldiers aren’t allowed to keep.

you tried to laugh. tried to let it pass like a stray gust of wind, like rain on armor.

but it didn’t slide off. it sank in. settled in your chest like a bruise just beneath the skin—deep enough to ache, too quiet to scream.

you didn’t bring it up again.

not for a long time.

not until months had passed. until the silence between you stopped feeling safe and started feeling suffocating. until every empty hallway felt colder without his presence, and every glance he spared you felt like a lifeline you couldn’t keep holding onto.

you started seeing him everywhere—in the echo of boots on metal grates, in the way your name sounded when he said it like it mattered.

and eventually… it just became too much.

you couldn’t hold it anymore. you’d spent so long trying to be quiet, respectful, restrained—trying to be what he needed, even if it meant burying what you felt.

but now? now, the distance was no longer protection. it was punishment. and some part of you still hoped… maybe he just needed a sign. maybe he was afraid. maybe if you met him halfway, he’d finally take a step forward.

so you gathered what little courage you had left.

and you tried… one more time.

it was late again—always late, always quiet in the way only a base could be after the sun went down and the boots stopped echoing. there was a particular stillness to the place at night, the kind that seemed to pull all the noise inward, leaving the air too heavy, too expectant. like the walls themselves were waiting for something to be said that hadn’t yet been spoken.

you stood outside his quarters, the corridor around you dim and silent except for the low hum of distant machinery and the occasional creak of the structure settling into itself. your arms were crossed tight over your chest—not because you were cold, but because your hands didn’t quite know where else to go.

there was a tremor beneath your skin. not nervousness, exactly. something quieter. heavier. the kind of ache that came from carrying something alone for too long.

your boots felt rooted to the floor. your tongue thick in your mouth. but still—you raised your hand. knocked. waited.

when the door opened, the warm glow of a desk lamp spilled out into the hallway, brushing your face with light. and there he was. john. standing behind the threshold, surprised to see you—not because you were there, but because you’d said his name without the rank. without the armor.

“john.”

his name left your lips like something you weren’t supposed to say. not because it was forbidden—but because it was real. and maybe that made it harder.

his eyes—those steady, sharp, sea-colored eyes—found yours immediately. he was caught off guard —not just by the suddenness of your voice, but by the way you said his name, stripped of formality. no captain. no sir.

just… john.

and for a moment, neither of you said anything. the silence stretched long and uncertain, but not uncomfortable. not yet.

you stepped inside at his small nod, and the door clicked softly shut behind you. he looked at you like he always did—measured, quiet, that edge of wariness he never quite let go of, even in the safest places. you stood across from him, arms still folded, heart knocking hard against your ribs.

“i keep telling myself to stop,” you said, your voice soft. raw. you weren’t sure if it was from the mission you’d just returned from or from the weeks and months leading up to this moment. “but i can’t seem to stop caring. about you.”

your confession didn’t fill the room. it settled into it. like dust on polished steel.

his jaw tensed, that familiar twitch of restraint rippling beneath his expression. his hands—always steady, always sure—folded together in front of him like he was trying to keep them from betraying something.

he didn’t look away. didn’t retreat. but the weight in his gaze shifted.

“you’re a good soldier,” he said after a long pause. the words landed with more force than they should have. “smart. steady. dependable.”

you blinked once. felt your chest tighten, but you didn’t flinch.

“but not enough?” you asked, even though you knew the answer before he could give it. you just needed to hear it anyway. maybe to prove to yourself that your instincts had been right all along.

he shook his head slowly, stepping toward the desk but not sitting. he couldn’t seem to stay still. something about your presence made the room feel too small.

“it’s not that,” he said. and his voice—normally so even, so command-sharp—sounded a little unsteady. like it cost him something to say what came next. “it’s because i’m your captain. and this—” he gestured between the two of you with a tired hand, as if that might capture the mess of everything unspoken, “it wouldn’t be right. not for you. not for me.”

you stared at him for a moment. took in the lines of his face, the crease in his brow, the stubborn set of his mouth that you’d once thought you could soften.

“so you’d rather pretend it’s not there?” your voice wasn’t angry. it was quieter than that. hollowed out by exhaustion and quiet ache.

he exhaled, the sound low and weighted.

“i’d rather protect you.”

and there it was. the real reason. not cruelty. not fear. just the unbearable need to keep you safe—even if that meant hurting you now, to avoid hurting you worse later.

your arms dropped to your sides. your fingers curled once, then stilled. you looked at him like maybe, if you stared long enough, he’d change his mind. say he regretted it. that it wasn’t true. that he wanted you, too. but he didn’t.

your voice was barely a breath. “maybe i don’t want protecting.”

he didn’t answer right away. just watched you, his expression unreadable.

“i know,” he murmured at last. softer than you’d ever heard him. “but i do.”

and that was it. the end of the line.

you didn’t try again.

after that, you did what soldiers do—you buried it. packed it up like an old injury. you kept showing up. kept your uniform crisp, your reports clean. you spoke when spoken to. you stood when he entered the room. but that softness? that shimmer of something beneath the words?

gone.

you were still loyal. still sharp. but colder. quieter. not out of spite—just survival. you weren’t built to keep chasing something that would never reach back.

and he—

he felt the difference. every damn day.

in the way you stopped looking at him like he was more than a uniform. in how you smiled at others but never him. in the hollow space you used to fill with small kindnesses, with warmth, with hope.

he’d told himself it was the right thing. the honorable thing. drawing a line before either of you got hurt.

but now, with nothing left between you but distance and rank—he wasn’t so sure.

because no one else looked at him the way you did.

and now no one did at all.

˚　　　　✦　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.　　　　　 . ✦　　　 　˚　　　　 . ★⋆.

[huellitaa]

why people don't like you ₊˚⊹ 💬🎀

okay this is not as harsh as the title suggests but i wanted to put it literally bcuz this is a problem i've struggled with for the longest time. im gonna be brutally honest here. there are so many reasons why ur not of the social status you want to be or don't have as many friends as you like yadda yadda yadda. SO ,, here's my thoughts on why that's the case , and how to help! 🫶🏻🎀💬

──★ ˙ ̟🎀you're fake

whether its cuz ur trying to "fit in" or because you have a completely different personality stored in the back for everyone you meet, ur fake. its very simple. its not necessarily a bad thing, it just means ur insecure.

🧁𓂃 ࣪˖ how do you deal with this?

stop trying so hard girl. it's not that deep. there are 8 billion people on this earth and counting, u really think this person's gonna matter when ur living ur dreams and thriving even more than you ever imagined you could? no. move on. next please!

find out who the fuck you genuinely are. you're never gonna live your life if YOU aren't the one living it. once you get a start on finding who YOU are it's gonna make you more authentic -> more magnetic -> more attractive in every single way, including social.

u arent obligated to fit in. think about the type of people that you see in the street and you stare a while at, the type of people who stand out from a crowd for whatever reason, the people u look up to, ur idols who you could never imagine to meet in a thousand years; do you think they fit in? do you think merging with a crowd is what made them appeal to you so much? no. think abt that.

wake the fuck up and realise u deserve better. why are you neglecting yourself by hiding yourself from the world? would u do that to anyone else? would u get anyone else to change themselves just so they can fit in? girl get a hold of urself!!! you've been through so much and youve made it so far and yet you're still pretending to be someone you aren't?? you deserve SO much better. people who truly deserve you will always love you for you, no one else.

──★ ˙ ̟🎀 ur too awkward / anxious

i want to preface this by saying theres nothing wrong w this at all and i completely understand but ur gonna face some problems of people interacting with you. or you interacting w them. or both. i was diagnosed w generalised anxiety disorder when i was 11, so i understand how much this can impact ur life not just socially but in all areas.

⭐𓂃 ࣪˖ how do you deal with this?

first thing im gonna mention to preface is this can be a symptom of an underlying condition u may need to get checked out. if its impacting ur everyday life please seek therapy, i am not a professional and cannot help u w this, even if i'd like to. i love u ♡

find what is making u anxious. what about social interaction is scary to you, and why? why does interacting w others make u nervous? is there a specific thing ur worried about or u find nervewracking? always. find. the root!

have compassion and empathy and patience w yourself. its perfectly okay and normal to some extent to feel like this and of course we're all gonna feel like this sometimes but its important to treat urself with care, especially in these times.

treat urself as u would a child. i recommend treating urself like a friend a lot but when ur in a delicate and emotional state like this its better to treat urself like ur ur own child. take care of urself with the same love and attentiveness as you would your own children and give yourself time and take care of yourself to work through the issue. ♡

break things down and take it slow and simple. break it into steps and PUT. YOURSELF. FIRST until u feel able to go back out into the public again and be That Girl ♡

──★ ˙ ̟🎀 ur straight up mean

this can be anywhere from just being generally disinterested in people, being constantly negative all of the time to being just really shitty and rude. we all have the same potentials and possibilities but sometimes we can fall into the trap of negative patterns when interacting with others, which is okay. everyone messes up sometimes. but the important thing is is that we fall back out of that and become even better for it!

💬𓂃 ࣪˖ how do you deal with this?

try ur best to put ur ego aside and think about yourself from an outside perspective. would you wanna be friends with you? if you were another person, how would you think people feel around you?

(🗒🎀 note: if that's too difficult, create someone in ur head or mentally assign ur traits, the good and bad, to someone you dont really know, and think ab how youd feel around them. insecure? jealous? confident? excited? nervous? think about it.)

i know it sounds weird but literally just sit down and talk to people close to u when you get the chance or the opportunity comes up and ask if anything you do comes off rude or blunt or abrupt or any sort of negative trait you think might be the issue here. or just subtly (or directly, either one works) try and find out their opinions on you so u can figure out if that aligns w what and how u wanna be, and then how you can change that.

just be generally more sweet and polite. people are easily gonna like you more if ur not a total dick. stop being mean to people, say please and thank you, compliment strangers, smile at everyone, put ur ego aside cuz its really not that deep girl.

──★ ˙ ̟🎀 ur too nice / people pleaser

okay being nice is not a bad thing. there is a fine line between being THE nice girl and being A nice girl. there is a fine line between being kind and being a pushover. you don't have to sacrifice urself to be nice to people. being nice should go both ways!

🧁𓂃 ࣪˖ how do you deal with this?

first things first, like all things and like i've said a billion times before, you need to address the root of what is causing you to act like this. this should always be the first thing you do when addressing any problem, esp w urself. why are you acting like this? what is causing you to endlessly seek approval like this and sacrifice urself in the process? think.

start saying no to people, even to the littlest things. if you want to do it then sure, but start saying no so much more often. it gives you a sense of control and shows you only you have a choice in the things you do in ur life, no one else.

define kindness. is what ur getting in return to this unconditional self sacrifice genuine kindness, or friendship, or respect, or attention, or whatever else you assume you're receiving from all of this? only you can answer that. ask urself what the genuine meaning of all the things ur trying to gain from this are and then see if that aligns w what ur receiving. (🗒🎀 note: also read this post of mine for more on this! ♡)

again, therapy is gonna help a lot w this. if this is making an impact on ur life, social or otherwise, then i am not a professional and cannot help u w this (as much as id like to). ily and i believe in u ♡

──★ ˙ ̟🎀 you seem "unapproachable / intimidating"

people are threatened by talent. people are threatened by beauty. people are threatened by what they aren't. so, congrats! you've achieved your goal! 🩷💭

🫶🏻𓂃 ࣪˖ how do you deal with this?

i told my therapist once that people have told me i seem rude, unapproachable, intimidating, etc. and i felt really upset about it because i dont wanna come off that way. i wanna be nice and approachable and someone people can talk to. and she asked me what i would do if my favourite celebrity or famous person or whatever was my age and was walking through my school. i told her i'd think they were really cool and want to be friends with them, but wouldn't be sure how to go about it bcuz they'd be super intimidating. think about that.

🗒️🎀 note: but if you do find that people say this or act like this around you a lot, then you might need to do some introspection and ask urself if anything ur doing makes people feel like that rather than their own insecurities and mindset. ♡

i just want to quickly add that not everybody is going to like you. everyone feels a general sense of dislike from time to time and this post is what i mean by that, NOT how to make everyone like you bcuz that's literally impossible and something you shouldn't waste ur time and energy on. as harsh as i may have been in this post ur amazing and i love u no matter how much improvement you have to do ♡ i love you and am proud of you and you should be proud of yourself too!

all my love... 💬🎀🫶🏻💗

[lsunstreakerl]

Oh my god I want to hug them so bad and wrap them in blankets it‘s unreal 😭.

Compilation of my favourite moments in no particular order:

Max basically saying „I don‘t care if Alex moves in, just don‘t fuck next to me“

Christians unprofessional behaviour (wanting to comfort a teenager)

Christians and Totos reaction to the fact that Max still has the Duct Tape BootsTM

Christian trying to not freak out (and kinda failing) when he realizes that Max is related to Jos and is possibly without any type of legal care taker.

Max teasing George about his crush/more-than-friends-feelings for Alex

Max and George being so siblings its killing me fr. They hate each other sometimes but they hold each other so dear I‘m gonna cry

Helping each other with the contracts for driving and sponsors. I can just see them sitting across at a kitchen table and going ham on the clauses.

Max getting a haircut from Pascale

The tiny gax smau post made me think about the possibility that they might be doing the cuddle thing when one of them is feeling like garbage.

Imagine Alex, still at RBR, not doing well in a race and Max texting George to come to Alex' driver room. RBR mechanics being very confused for a second because thats one one of theirs, but then they recognize George and let him be because they know he‘s probably here for Max. Eventually one of them opens the door to Alex' driver room because they haven't opened the door in a few hours and finding them on the floor because the couch isn't big enough for all three of them.

Sorry if it’s long, the brain worms have infected me <3

tiny max is a menace and relentlessly teases george about the way he looks at alex like he hung the stars in the sky. (until they get together and he's like "oh please god go back to how you were before I can't stand it")

christian experiences one (1) emotion that isn't ruthlessness or victory or cutthroat viciousness and immediately decides he just has to die. no other option. why is this wet mop of a child making him feel squishy things where is franz—

christian handles the unwelcome squishy emotions by making them toto's problem also. toto hates it equally as much, and then they find out there's more wet mop children.

baby bull child is bad enough to give christian hives, but finding out said baby bull child doesn't have an adult sends him into anaphylactic shock. a fever dream. a manic episode. he wakes up and realizes he's successfully pitched the idea of a clothing brand to Red Bull.

george is so pathetically obvious and alex is so pathetically oblivious... how could he not make fun of them.

they would take a bullet for each other, but they'd spend the rest of their lives teasing the other for almost getting shot.

contract renewal or new contracts is a whole event in their place. papers all over the kitchen and the living room, constantly going through highlighters, thinking out loud to each other all the time. george works under the table at a local bookshop that lets him use their printer to get all the contracts in physical media, and they let him take highlighters home too! before he got that job, he and max were going to the local library and printing them out in 20 paper chunks at a time to avoid getting in trouble, and it took forever.

pascale saw them get more scruffy with each race and eventually just couldn't take it anymore. the irony of george not eating his sandwich and instead lying to max and giving it to him later, is that if they'd just said that they were hungry, the leclerc's would've fed them both :( but they don't know any better, and the leclerc's still think there's an adult around. (an incredibly absent adult, sure, but they're certainly not thinking that max and george are alone.)

they absolutely still do the cuddle thing when they don't feel well. or when they're stressed, or overwhelmed, or really anything out of the norm! it's a comfort thing. the smau post is when their flight had been delayed, and while everyone else is trying to get comfy on airport chairs, the three of them have slept through worse, and they're very experienced at what's comfortable for them. (because when you've been sharing a bed and a bedroom for as long as they had, it's muscle memory.) it's also kind of nostalgic for them, because at this point they're in a two bedroom place (max and charles aren't together yet), and while max has no issues occasionally invading their bed when he wants comfort, it's not every night like it used to be.

They've also been known to catch power naps during race weekends in weird spots when there's a delay :)

[mia-can-yap-too]

CAN I PLSSS HAVE BACHIRA MEGURU X READER W AUTISM!! THANK YOU!!

🌺:- hi! so i made this after a 15 minute google search about autism because im not very well educated on the topic, so if there is anything i did that was offensive or wrong, please dont hesitate to tell me! thank you for requesting and have a nice day <3

warnings:- fluff, autistic! reader, mentions of meltdowns, mentions of overstimulation

pairing:- bachira meguru x autistic!reader

☆ bachira doesn't just accept your autism, he makes you feel good about it

“What do you mean you think you're ‘too much’ for people? You're like a limited edition holographic Pokémon card. Everyone else is just… there.”

☆ if you get nonverbal at times? no problem, he starts learning your facial expressions like a second language and invents the Bachira Visual Communication System™ (which is 80% doodling and 20% distraction through interpretive dance)

☆ if you like to info dump about your interests, he listens like he's watching the finale of his favorite anime.

“So the goblin shark can unhinge its jaw—”

“LIKE AN ACTUAL NIGHTMARE KING? JJK CURSED SPIRIT TYPE?? Do you think we can adopt one?!”

☆ he starts buying you gifts based on your interests, but poorly. like a knock off frog plush named ‘Jeremy the Swamp Lad’ he found at a gas station and insists is your emotional support son now.

☆ you once had a meltdown after a long day. the lights were too bright, the world was just too loud.

☆ you tried to hold it in till you got home. bachira didnt push you. he just turned off the overhead lights, put a weighted blanket on your lap and gave you a juice box.

“You know,” he whispered, lying next to you. “You can be the uncensored version around me. I don't mind, I love all kinds of you.”

☆ he'll hug you and Jeremy till you calm down. (if you want)

☆ you once got overwhelmed at a grocery store and he made it his mission to keep you safe and entertained.

“Okay, babe, I'm running distraction. I'm gonna start meowing in aisle 3. You get the oatmilk and GO.”

☆ he even got matching cute noises canceling headphones for the two of you decorated with stickers by yours truly. and a sticker of your son, Jeremy, too.

☆ you two dont have traditional dates. he just asks you what feels right. sometimes that'll be watching a movie, sometimes it'll be walking laps around the block at 2 am, info dumping about constellations and dribbling techniques like its life or death.

☆ bachira is your #1 fan. he'll always be enchanted with the way your brain works

☆ he WILL fight anyone who shames you for it

☆ he WILL NOT stop you from lining up your snacks by color

☆ he definitely thinks youre the coolest person on the planet

☆ so even if you meltdown, wear the same hoodie for three days or not make eye contact, he'll still look at you as if you hung the stars

masterlist

[whousestypewriters]

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

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

requested: yes / no

warnings: swearing and sadish/insecure thoughts?

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

taglist: @lxvebelle, @ecliphttlunar,

you like to think you're not insecure.

really.

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

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

example number one; your boyfriends smile right now.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ugh.

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

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

"nothi-"

"y/n."

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

"and..." joey eggs you on.

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

"why were you jealous?"

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

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

"me?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[star-girl69]

Love Song

Clarisse La Rue x Fem!Demigod!Reader

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a/n: just needed to do some general hc’s to get all my thoughts in order i hope you all enjoy!!

Love song - Lana Del Rey

warnings: the formatting is weird idk why i can’t fix it but y’all will live, swearing, a little itty bitty bit of violence, every facet of clarisse finding its way here and i love them all, tell me if i missed anything!!

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i’m sure we all agree on this

but clarisse is very protective of you

even if you’re a very capable fighter, even if you’re even better than her, clarisse is still so protective of you

i mentioned this in one of my fics (maybe so it goes…????) but like the reason behind this is the fact that clarisse is just SCARED

she is terrified of losing you bc you are the only one she feels like she can be herself with

like clarisse is insane!!!!! in a good way!!!!! but also she’s a 17 year old girl…. she wants TO BE LOVED

she tries to talk to you about how she feels about her dad and about everything else in her life, but even though she doesn’t want to be, she’s locked up like a vault

she knows her emotions are always super intense and she has big reactions

major anger issues but they’ve gotten better with age

the problem is she spent her entire life being told that she needed to calm down, that she couldn’t feel like that all the time, and she just tried to shut down

obviously that did not work

but it still makes it virtually impossible to talk about her feelings

when it comes to you tho she’s an open book

she’s a daughter of ares she’s headstrong she’s proud and her fatal flaw is PRIDE

i mentioned this before but she wants everyone to know that you’re hers and she’s yours

your relationship is partly very public

she’s not afraid to touch you or kiss you

she’s not afraid to show you off and (needs to) show everyone that yes your beautiful self belongs to HER

so naturally she gets very jealous

even when you’re like clarisse you are INSANE

there’s been a few times when you first started dating and you were still getting comfortable and weren’t that public yet so like someone would flirt with you

it went like this

boy: hey what’s up you’re kinda fine

y/n: oh! oh yeah no….. no…..

clarisse: WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY IM GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU—

then she started attacking him

lost dessert privileges for a month, she proudly declared that it was worth it (besides you would sneak her bites of yours like)

now that everyone knows you’re hers her jealousy is rooted a lot more in delusion and insecurity

you’ll be like in a group talking someone and she’ll pull you closer and be like “i think that guys staring at you a little too much.”

“clarisse no the fuck he’s not what”

b/c of the fact that she isn’t a son for her father she gets insanely jealous if specifically a MAN gets even an inch too close however innocently

she doesn’t want to think it but she thinks you’ll eventually realize her father is right and she’s not as useful or good bc she’s a girl

most of the time when she gets jealous bc of her insecurities she just becomes extra clingy

but also any emotion she feels she gets extra clingy to you so sometimes it’s hard to tell LMAO

she isn’t really a big hand holder but that’s only because she’s actually holding you CLOSER to her by your waist

also one more note about your relationship publically

everyone gets whiplash bc like she’s a BULLY fo everyone else and then you walk over and she’s all heart eyes

i hate everyone but you trope save me

save me i hate everyone but you trope

THIS HAPPENED IN IN A GOOD WAY

clarisse: pushes percy over

you: nuh uh clarissseeeeeeee

clarisse: omg hi beautiful gf

you: touches her shoulder, looks at her disapprovingly

clarisse: fine i’ll go, *scares percy*, bye bye beautiful ily

like she’s just being a bitch and then all of a sudden you come around and she’s like hiiiiiii babyyyyy how is my gorgeous gorgeous girl today??

so outwardly clarisse is just very proud and touchy

privately she lets herself be a little more chill

this is where she really touchy you thought before was worse nah

idk if y’all have noticed but in my fics clar’s always holding on y/n’s hips and that’s just me self projecting bc i have the most horrid hip dips but my point still stands

SHE LOVES YOUR HIPS

would totally call them “love handles” IM SORRYY

but she just likes having a place to hold where she can just like kinda actually physically grab you with her hands

like yeah she can wrap her arms around your waist but she likes to GRAB you

cuddling w her is fun bc like this girl cannot get ENOUGH of you there’s only like three ways you cuddle

you on top of her whether just like completely on top of her (one of her favs) or just with your head on her chest

this is what happens whenever you feel scared

like there was a monster attack just near the barrier and you’ve all been feeling uneasy all day

TRUST you are sleeping in her bed tonight

wraps her arms around you so tight it’s like she’s crushing you

also she’s running your back or caressing your head whichever you prefer

she keeps her spear right next to her bed and makes sure you can see it so you know however subconsciously NOTHING can hurt you bc she’s right there (nothings gonna hurt you baby vibes)

or she’s on top of you this one usually happens when she’s feeling a little extra insecure and jealous and it’s like no one can see you if she’s on top of her so then you’re hers

she isn’t the smartest one in the bunch but she has good intentions!!!!

also she lays on top of you if you get hurt

like after so it goes for example when y/n got that little cut on her hand

you’re like “clar pls you’re crushing me”

“um ok you scared the shit out of me today tho you need to LET ME do this fuck”

third option

you’re both laying on your side and facing each other legs tangled together and she’s probably whispering to you

she’s a big whisperer i feel it in my heart

like tracing her hands on your face and saying your so beautiful or telling you how you make her feel

oh lord take me now

also she loves you the way hozier loves

“someone asked me in the end i’d tell them ‘put me back in it’ // darlin’ i would do it again // if i could hold for a minute”

“when my time comes around lay me gently in the cold dark earth no grave could hold my body down i’d crawl back to her”

like she BREATHES for you

if she died and then you were like “i miss you” trust she would find a way to come back to life

totally daydreams about going on such a fantastical quest that the gods offer both of you immortality so you can be together forever and ever and ever and ever and ever

like if the world ends y’all would still be there having a little picnic date

devotion is the only word that comes close

anyways

ok nicknames she calls you:

baby, angel, gorgeous, pretty thing/girl, beautiful, lovely, dummy (lovingly)

(recently saw a few posts abt clarisse saying mama/mamas i may be swayed)

dates she takes you on:

forces you to train w her even if you don’t like it but she lets you win OBVIIIII, under the stars in the woods, take your dinners to go and sneak back to either hers or your cabin to eat together, secret makeout sessions in the bathroom her cabin your cabin anywhere she can get her hands on you

this is so random but i get horrible migraines and i am ADDICTED to these like headache relief frequency sounds on youtube i swear they work and i was like omg you can’t have electronics at chb I WOULD NOT SURVIVE

so if you are a real one like me and get horrible migraines but this goes for being sick in general she’s like a little puppy pretending to be a wolf barely holding it together

she’ll be like at the foot of your bed begging you not to go into the light while shouting at someone at the same time to refill your water

you like have a cold

she would rub your temples if you had a headache and she would literally be like a doll for you to move around like oh you wanna lay on her chest? by all means

you wanna lay upside down with your feet in her face? as long as you get better you can do whatever you want!

you don’t wanna touch her at all? that’s where she draws the line

you’ll be like “ugh i’m hot get away from me”

“okay ☹️☹️”

“why are you touching my feet with your feet”

she places you above everyone else

like yeah other people are ok…….

but you 😍😍😍😍😍😍

this is slightly cringe but she would fr burn the whole world down and not let a flame touch you

LIKE HAVE YALL SEEN THE ANONS IVE BEEN POSTING AND THE CAPTURE THE FLAG THINGS 😱😱😱😱 (y’all always check my blog im always posting the funniest shit bc i’m funny)

“you’re one opposite teams blah blah blah you get hurt clarisse drops EVERYTHING to help you even if just a paper cut” (i have no chill fic coming soon)

THEN THEN the other one that was like “ok but what if you ACTUALLY get hurt like broken leg”

clarisse just goes crazy when you’re hurt

in so it goes: “what if that cut gets infected?”

you’re her WORLD she literally can’t stand the thought or something happening to you or else she starts literally shaking in anger and sadness

but when clarisse gets hurt it’s a whole other story

LIKE FUCK YOU JUST WANNA CARE ABOUT HER AND SHES ALL LIKE “it’s chill.”

NO ITS NOT YOURE GONNA BLEED OUT 😭😭

clarisse never let’s anyone but you see her true emotions

like yeah when you’re in public and you’re being cutesy she starts smiling and everyone is SO confused

but still

she never lets anyone see her as WEAK

so she always downplays her injuries in terms of how much they hurt, but flaunts them off proudly at the same time?? yeah that makes sense

after a capture the flag game you march her to the bathroom with a first aid kit “ok baby take off your shirt”

she always makes some flirty comment like SHUSH NOT RN

then she has all these bruises and every once in a while a cut from someone’s sword

you’re like 😔😔💔

you’re the only one she will let clean her up

unless she like breaks a bone or needs stitches (which has never happened) no way in hell she’s going to the healers

if you’re a child of apollo or smth she’s like “i literally have my own person healer right here…..”

anyways i think that’s all but i will probably be updating this when i think of more stuff bc as we know i have no chill

thank you all sm for reading and reblogging and liking and commenting and sending all of your WONDERFUL asks they make me so happy i’m always giggling when i get one

anyways bye bye 😘

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[fallendev0tionvn]

Oh my god, I just played the demo and i loved it so so much!!!The artstyle is so impeccable, and im super interested in the whole plot 😻😻

RLLY THANK YOU SM, Clive is the cutest(Im literally so obsessed with him ,and in desperate need of more Clive content, maybe some hcs if it's fine??)I really hope your VN will get popular cuz its just peak,and yeah hope you have an amazing day/night<33 💞💞

THANK YOU SO MUCH HSHDJA, you're such a kind soul. Also here are some old and new facts about him:

Clive loves old, vintage things- analog cameras, movies, worn out books, vinyl records ecc ecc.

He's a metalhead, we can tell from the band tees (I considered drawing my cat's markings as a fake death metal shirt but too much work..), all kinds of boots, studded bracelets and belts- BUT he is SO fascinated by goth culture. Maybe cause used to tell everyone he was a vampire when he was kid, even tried a fake ritual he found somewhere...💀

He loves giving you handmade gifts, maybe a ceramic cup with your favorite character, stickers made by him, or paper flowers..anything that feels meaningful. (actions over words)

He has trouble verbalizing his emotions sometimes, he feels too much at once.

He loves nightime, he gets to work on projects, enjoy how quiet the world gets, and most importantly, he gets to think about you.

You've always been canonically taller than him till he got a random growth spurt at 14..

He's a good cook but he can't bake for shit, cried cause he messed up what was supposed to be your birthday cake once...

Worried about him looking at others when he's on his phone? his fyp is filled with bikes and red pandas.

The tattoo on his stomach is the hannya, demon of jealousy, he chose that exact placement because he physically feels his guts twist and turn the moment someone else catches your attention.

He heard people talk about how attractive eyeliner looked on men so he tried to apply it on his waterline as well. Problem is...he almost stabbed his eye in the process, after a string of curses and one hell of a watery eye he gave up. He spent the day acting like it was intentional, I mean..it did catch your attention at the end, just not in the way he'd hoped.

Horror movies? "omg no I hate them" (he loves them), waits for the right moments to lean into you or hide his face into the crook of your neck, you smell so good it's comforting, not his fault.

He's your best friend right? when you tell him about your crushes, he'll smile, tease you a bit. "BE FOR REAL. that guy? I saw him picking at his nose earlier, shoved it in his mouth too- gross don't kiss him". All an act, though. He'll learn every detail about him, what you like about him, anything that helps him understand why you'd choose someone else over him.

I don't know if he'll ever have a voice actor but I think he'd sound like Jim Halpert from the office👁️

[mochinomnoms]

The idea of a octotrio polycule is so cute Mochi pliz hear my rambling

Why settling for one when you can get a buy one get two for free deal?

I can't think of much ideas other than the situation that Azul does something similar to what happened in book three so now they are punished by not getting cuddles the most decent option is to actually put your foot down and keep the punishment even if your boyfriends cry out about how "working at the lounge was so exhausting! Please spare some cuddles for these three poor fishies!!" and even if some of your friends call you out (Jack for Jade, Ace for Floyd +Jamil, Azul for literally anyone?) because they are causing trouble:

Jade keeps following around Jack to ask him questions about beastfolks (I think this happened in the playful land event Jade wanted to make Jack wear silly clothes) he is willing to drag anyone you know into hearing his fully dramatized history of your harsh punishment and it comes with the incredible acting skills of Jade Leech!!

Floyd isn't even trying to even walk to every other activity he does it looks like he does it against his own will (on classes, on club activities) and that's why Ace told you about the latest club practice where Floyd just stayed face first on the gymnasium floor? Please prefect Jamil is about to invent new seafood dishes from how much annoyed he is with this "squiggly, slimy bastard eel"

Speaking of slimy eels... Epel called you because he discovered the whole reason why Vil has been more snappy than usual is Azul not being able to provide his moisturizer because "My workers and myself are in a heavy emotional break, I am afraid that we will be canceling production until stated otherwise.." he genuinely made a little domino line that ends connecting to you and your personal friends?

Of course that's the more decent option of you still going along with the punishment I am saying decent because the other option is to give up and get teased by the tweels and getting your time and affection fully capitalized by your octo darling

After the punishment is over (if you actually have decency and choose the first option) surprisingly when the three immediately drag you to the usual cuddle session everything is planned to fit each of your likings the series you three been watching/a movie playing in the tv, tasty snacks and a thing similar to a pillow fort/a nest? Filled with soft blankets and couches for the best of the best cuddle sections and after this everything will go back to its regular flow!!

(i want to force my brain to have more ideas for this dynamic but I haven't come up with anything else)

BUY ONE GET TWO FREE ASKJDKLAJSFKJGLGJ

They are a delightful package deal, tbh. But they guilt you for your affections so often, it's a miracle that you haven't wrung their necks yet.

They indeed make it everyone else's problem when you decide to ban them from any form of affection other than quick cheek kisses and handholding. But it's 10 times worse when only one or two of them are banned, but the others aren't.

Floyd gets in trouble with you a lot because he tends to bite into you a bit harder than he should, leaving deep marks. It's not the marking itself that's the issue, you'll admit, but it's the fact that he'll leave them in visible areas like your forearms, neck, collar, and even your ankles. All spots that others will see and ask, “Wtf, you good bro??” Sometimes he'll do the same to Azul, who will do the same and ban Floyd from touching him in any form. It wouldn't be as bad if Jade didn't rub it in his face, coming up to hug you from behind, leaning in close to brush his lips against Azul's ear to whisper something, all things that Floyd can't do! It leaves Floyd incredibly annoyed, sometimes angry, and every so often devastated that he can't hold his mates. If the latter occurs, he's coming after you. A weak thing to his tears, Azul has had years to build up resilience and hold firm, but you are weak to a whiny, teary-eyed Floyd who is begging for a kiss and cuddle. It's not faaaaair, Jade's been rubbing it in his face all day, and he loves you both so much, but Azul's not budging and if he can't even hold his shrimp, he doesn't even know what he'll dooooooooo! The day ends with Floyd and you in bed, his arms tightly wrapped around your middle and legs tangled in yours as he blissfully naps. Azul's annoyed that you caved in, but Jade's amused and tries to push Azul into joining the cuddle pile with him.

Now, if Jade's the one that being iced out for something, he'll actually return the favor tenfold. He's just an innocent little guy, what do you mean he can't just secretly feed you two an aphrodisiac mushroom? You had lots of fun afterward, even Floyd agrees (he does, but his firm moral stance on mushrooms doesn't). But Azul's pissed that he was used as a test subject again, and you had to call Ace and Deuce to watch Grim as an emergency. Again. So when you both ban him to only quick smooches and side hugs, Jade returns the energy. He's refusing any form of affection, and not giving them to you. Unlike Floyd, who's begging harassing you for cuddles, he's going to make you two come beg for him. After a few days of no Jade, you're both missing him, it's surprisingly Azul who reaches out first when Jade comes to deliver some paperwork for the dorm. The octomer had leaned in to give him a kiss, when Jade stepped away with a sly smile and told him, “Oh, but I thought you weren't giving me your affections? Let's not go back on our word now, Azul.” Jade is a tad bit nicer to you—taking after Floyd—to guilt you into loving on him again. But Azul? He's gonna make him suffer, simply because he enjoys making him squirm. It's honestly a sight to see, as neither are willing to back down. At least until the two of them fall asleep in Azul's office after working a late night, curled into each other's sides on the couch.

Azul probably has it the worst, as he has both twins teasing him. Floyd and Jade are flaunting you around him, being extra handsy. They're cooing at him, whining about how they can't cuddle both of you at the same time since he was dumb enough to piss you off. How could he do this to them? Such a mean, mean Azul! By far, though, you're the weakest to Azul's charms and silver tongue when compared to the twins. Maybe it's due to the knowledge of Azul's childhood, or maybe it's just because he's extra cute, but you can't find yourself away from him for more than a day. He sniffles, murmurs something about missing your embrace, and you're rushing into his arms, kissing away his tears. The twins get incredibly annoyed that you're so quick to let Azul back into your arms, while they have to wait at least a week sometimes. But then you're both reaching out arms and cooing at them to come to bed, batting your eyes, and all complaints are out the window.

I love them they make for a wonderful polycule. After all, they're a package deal, no matter how much they might say they're not.

[storiesbyjes2g]

3.261 The assist

I used nearly half the shampoo stalling and hiding from Dub. Hopefully Kooper didn't conflate running away with spa treatments, heh. The water resembled mud after all my scrubbing, and I knew I couldn't delay any longer before his skin got wrinkled. I had to face my friend. So, I gave Kooper a thorough rinse, dried him as best I could, and let him go. I tip-toed out the bathroom, trying to buy a few more seconds before presenting myself. I half expected to find Dub giving himself a tour, but he sat still on the couch with his head in his hands. The creaky floorboards gave away my light steps, and he sat up.

"Desi said she's taking Rosie on a walk," he said.

When I entered his line of sight, his eyes doubled in size.

"Whoooooa, what’s going on, Luc? How much of that sweet tea are you drinking?? Do we need to do an intervention?”

"Ha ha," I said flatly.

If only my problem was as simple as that. I knew he was joking, but I found it interesting how he always seemed to unknowingly poke fun at the lowest points of my life.

"But for real, bro, what's going on?" he asked. "This isn't like you."

I swallowed a lump as large as a grapefruit. A quiver in my stomach unrelated to morning sickness or the baby threatened to undo me. In my heart, I knew he would treat this situation with care and support me, but he’s the first person outside of the safety of my home to learn about my…issue. I’m afraid of what everyone will think.

"Yeah...I, uhh," I paused and cleared my throat, "I was gonna call you. I, umm, okay—I gotta tell you something even crazier than getting struck by lightning."

His narrowed eyes locked onto my next words.

"But what could be crazier than that?" he asked.

"Well ... being pregnant, for one."

Even though I conveyed that message just a few moments ago, it wasn't any easier that time. I can help Desi work through her feelings, but I don't know what my friends will think when they get home. Telling him felt like throwing our lottery winnings into a fountain, hoping for a good return. Exercising that much faith is scary as hell.

"It's a boy," I added.

He went from skeptical to laughing in three seconds flat.

"That's a good one! You almost had me. I needed that!"

I expected unbelief. Hell, I still had trouble believing it myself sometimes.

"I wish I were joking. I got abducted, Dub. They took me, right there in yard, and-"

A rogue tear fell, and I wiped it quickly. Dub stared at me, horrified.

"Wait, you're serious?? They stuck a probe up your-"

"Yes! Or at least that's what I assumed happened."

"B-but that only happens on TV! Are you sure this is real?"

"I'm sure, Dub. I've got the medical bill to prove it."

If the situation wasn't so serious, I would have laughed at all his faces as he went on a silent journey in his mind.

"Bro, you got an ALIEN growing inside you??"

"Maybe. He could be a sim. We'll just have to wait and see."

"How are you so calm right now??"

Something about that question unlocked the gate that was supposed to keep my emotions at bay. My body rebelled, signaling it had reached its limit. I couldn't keep holding everything inside for everyone else's sake. While I run to everyone else's rescue, who rescues me? Why do I do that?

"I'm anything but. I'm scared, Dub! And I'm pissed! This entire week has been a nightmare! I don't feel safe at home anymore! Now I'm wearing all these dark, baggy clothes because I feel like a freak! Look at this! I'm a freak, man!"

I wiped my tears and tried to gather myself. Dub sat there staring at me, taken aback by my outburst. As I calmed down, I could see him over there considering everything I said, trying to reconcile it with everything he's ever believed.

"Are you sure you want to go through with this?" he asked.

I shifted in my seat, trying to hide from the painful truth.

"I mean, of course I'd prefer not to. Who wants to look like a freak for a week and then have a constant reminder of what happened? But what else can I do? I can't do...that. I just can't. But there is a small part of me that's happy to have a son."

"I was wondering if you felt that way."

"Yeah. I didn't want him like this, though, Dub. It's so painful! And I've been sick all day, every day! How do women do this multiple times??"

I appreciated the sympathy in his eyes, although pity and unease accompanied it.

"Wow. I'm sorry, Luc. This is a lot to deal with. I don't know how I can help, but I will. I'm here for you, bro."

"Thanks, Dub. I really appreciate that."

Just then, I remembered he came to me, and I hijacked his visit.

"Man, I'm sorry. Did you want to talk about something?"

He opened and closed his mouth a few times and laughed uncomfortably.

"I swear, every time I think my life sucks, you show me how things can be worse," he said.

"Uhhh...I'm choosing to take that as a compliment."

"I'm serious, though. Maia kicked me out, my marriage is on the rocks, and my mom died, but at least I’m not having some alien’s baby!”

"Your mom? I'm so sorry, Dub. When did this happen?"

"Earlier this week. I’m so glad I went home when I did. I went seeking comfort and advice. If I would have known that would be the last time I’d see her … I just would have done so many things differently.” 

“You know I know that pain all too well.”

"This hurts really bad—especially seeing my dad in so much pain. He's always been so strong. Seeing him like that just breaks me."

I shook my head, recalling how much Dad's death affected Mama despite their estrangement. I don't think I could survive losing Sophia. My life is meaningless without her.

"I understand," I said. "I wish I didn't, but I do. But listen, man. I might be going through a lot right now, but I'm still here for you. Please don't try to carry this yourself for my sake."

He nodded, looking relieved to still have me in his corner.

“So, how are things with Maia?”

He let out a frustrated sigh.

“Everything is so messed up, Luc. I love her, and I want her back, but I don’t know if she wants me. I asked her to tell me what she wants, but our marriage counselor said it was a childish question. Even Maia said she feels like she’s raising two children!”

Dub did have childish tendencies, but it didn’t feel right to agree with them at the moment. Luckily, he had more to say.

“Is it so wrong to want clarity? I just want to know if I’m fighting for something that isn’t worth saving. She’s always so cryptic with her feelings! What does she want from me??”

He took a moment to calm himself before continuing. 

"I just want to know what she wants. But at the same time, I get why she’s frustrated. She said some things to me before I didn't understand or even accept, but seeing her thrive without me, I see what she meant. Regardless of how I feel, I need to become someone she wants. I’m gonna give her the space she wants and move into my own place."

"This is gonna sound weird, but I'm so proud of you, Dub. That is the most mature thing you've ever said, and I mean that in the best way."

"Thanks. You and my dad have been telling me what to do this whole time, but I'm finally ready to do the work."

Just then, his whole body shook, and his eyes lit up like Winterfest.

"OH," he shouted. "I think I got it!"

"What in the world, Dub? You scared me."

“Sorry! I just had a thought about your abduction! I think I know why it happened!"

"Okaaay..."

"You got struck by lightning twice and survived! They probably figured anyone who could survive that might be strong enough for their, uhhh, you know.”

"Hmmm...that's a very compelling theory. I'm tempted to believe it, but I don't think I'm that strong."

"Hmph. Better you than me. If I ever bring another baby home by any means, I really believe my daughter would cut off my jewels and feed them to the cat! How did Desi take it?"

"WOW, thanks for that visual. That was exactly what I needed stuck in my head." I shook it violently, trying to rid myself of that image. "Desi is still processing, but she took it way better than I imagined."

"That's good. These girls are so territorial. It's hard to know how they'll react."

"Yeah, I was very nervous."

"Oh, hi Dub," Sophia said, coming in the front door. "So sorry about your mother. I saw Maia post about it a little while ago."

She walked toward him with open arms.

"Thanks, Sophia. I appreciate that."

"Look at your hair," she shouted. "It looks so good!"

"You think so? I'm still not sure about it."

"I had the same feeling after I cut mine."

"Yours looks great, too." he said. "Maybe if we work together, we can get your boy over here to cut his, too. I think it's time to let that Tarzan look go!"

He and Sophia shared a hearty laugh, and I was glad he found a little joy amid turmoil—even if it was at my expense. I love my hair. It's a big part of my whole vibe. But thinking about it, I'd always changed my hairstyle at key moments of my life, just like my mom. Maybe I am overdue for a change. I've had long hair, medium hair, and something between medium and short, heh. What shall I do next? What does Luca Winston Murillo, father of two, survivor of aliens, look like?

[toysrguts]

MORE jeff hc's!!!!!!

thank u for the love on the last one i love writing these sm ^___^

•can fit like 11 cigarettes in his wide ass mouth at once

•half asian (his mom is chinese)

•his hair is really thin because it never grew back properly after being burned

•hates being wrong more than anything else on the planet. sometimes he knows hes wrong but will NEVER admit it and fight to the death over it

•bpd representation 💯💯💯

•something in my brain tells me he cant die. kind of like a johnny the homicidal maniac situation. he never gets caught and he never dies (he can still get seriously injured but he will always come back when u least expect it)

•always has to be in control of the aux in every vehicle hes in and is so obnoxious when his favorite songs come on

•also yells "I SAW THIS LIVE" every time a band he saw live comes on

•barks at random unsuspecting people through the open passenger window

•always stealing shit off his victims after killing. he has a whole ring collection because of it, and of course he steals wallets for weed money

•also steals from slenderman but you didnt hear that from me

•"saying jeff is a douchebag is like saying the sky is blue." -toby

•kind of guy that takes out his bottled up emotions on everyone around him and then hates himself for it

•wears the same gross outfit all the time. just grabs one of the 3 pairs of crusty skinny jeans from off his floor and of course the musty ass dirty ass torn apart ass hoodie

•smile dog is truly his best friend. he feels like nobody understands him like smile does. he loves taking him for walks in the woods while smoking a cigarette and having deep conversations with him (not that he actually responds but jeff knows smile can understand what hes saying)

•horror movie enthusiast, from obscure fucked up ones to super cheesy ones. he has a whole shelf dedicated to his horror movie collection

•has an addictive personality, which is partially why he has a drug and alcohol abuse problem and struggles with self harm

•rarely goes out in public because hes known to have violent outbursts. he once committed mass murder at a burger king because people were looking at him weird and EJ had to drag him out of there before the cops showed up

•HATES the light he literally duct taped over his windows so the light couldn’t get in (he forgot blackout curtains exist)

•his room smells like pennies, skunk weed, and foot stank

•is actually an incredible artist but acts like hes not. literally everyone loves his work except for him

•secretly loves cartoons. he loves taking bong rips and watching scooby-doo to escape reality :)

•has never had a healthy relationship with anyone in his life, usually just sticks to hookups

•its a miracle this man is still alive considering he survives off gas station snacks and week old sodas that have been sitting on his nightstand

•speaking of he once drank an old dr pepper after he forgot he put out a cigarette in it

•got a tramp stamp when he was blackout wasted

•writes random thoughts and draws little doodles all over his bedroom walls; it kind of looks like a mental asylum in there

•also his bed is literally just a blood stained mattress on the floor with no sheet and a singular pillow and blanket

•so fucking broke he will do anything for a hundred bucks

•writes the most foul hate comments under every post he disagrees with

•he loves video games, his favorite being postal 2 (hes OBSESSED)

[rogue13245]

The Angels Protector

Navigation / Castiel Masterlist

The sun had started to go down as you were driving back to the bunker. You had one job and that was to find a way to bring Jack back. Castiel had a special relationship with Jack he was like his own son and you had noticed the toll it had started to take on him when he died.

You knew about how Jack had killed Mary and had done things because the angels were using him. But the Jack that you knew wouldn't do something like that. So you were determined to find out how to bring him back so you could help him.

Dean would be so pissed with you but you could deal with him later when he did end up finding out. Right now you just wanted to get to the bunker and crawl into bed and just hope that your angel of a boyfriend would get into bed with you.

After an hour you had pulled up in front of the bunker. You grab your bag and throw it over your shoulder and start to walk in. What you heard when you entered made you place your bag by the door and walk into the living room.

You see Dean with his arms crossed looking at Cas and your boyfriend looks frustrated. Dean is looking at him as if he cant stand to look at him. Cas was explaining to him about how he had to do what he did even when he knew it would mess up the plan.

Of course Dean wasn't listening to him since he only cared about what he thought was right. What caught you off guard was when Dean looked straight at Cas and said "you know we do sometimes have plans fail and we have problems. But you always seem to be the cause of all these problems" There's a pause and your boyfriend speaks "what are you saying Dean?"

Dean was predictable he always lashed out at other people when things didnt go his way. You knew where this was headed so you look over at him and shake your head warning him to not finish what he was going to say. It didnt stop him. "You didnt tell us that Jack had been acting strange and then he killed my mom. You didnt stick to the plan and look where its gotten us. You are the problem Cas"

The glare you had on Dean could kill him if looks could kill. Castiel stood there and took it because he knew that what he said was partially true. But wouldn't you want to protect your kid and make sure that you were right before causing everyone to attack them. He also believed that he was the problem. Hell he spent most of the years doing everything he could to help just so he could fight that voice in his head.

A minute or so passes and Castiel just turns around and walks straight past you and to the door. "where are you going?" Dean asks and Cas looks back at him "Jacks gone, everyone is out doing their own things. Its time I leave especially when my time here is done" He leaves it at that and walks out and Dean doesnt try to stop him.

Dean goes to the kitchen and grabs a beer and then asks if you would like one. That sets you off because he just acts as if nothing happened. "are you fucking serious right now?" a scoff escapes you as you try to control yourself. Its not often you let out any anger or snap at people. You and Dean were very similar you just handled your anger better than he did and were more emotional.

He looks at you a little surprised by your outburst. "Yes I'm serious its not my problem he left after screwing us over" This causes you to walk straight up to him and punch him in the face. The skin and bone that hits your knuckles hurt but damn does it satisfy you. Dean doesn't try to even hit back. Not that he has the time too because your already speaking to him in such a tone that would make anyone shiver.

Looking up at him you defend your boyfriend who wouldnt do it himself because he cares to much about what dean and everyone else thinks of him. "Castiel does his best to keep the two of you safe. Yes does he sometimes fail but so have you guys. You have been too late to save Sam and vice versa. Hell other poeple have died to save your asses. Castiel has done so much good for you, for us, for the world. He turned his back on the angels and god himself after he spent who knows how many years he has spent loyal to them. He stays awake for days just to make sure there is always a way that all of this ends well for all of us. So ill be damned if you ever speak that way to him or about him like that again. Next time you ever tell him that he is the cause of all the shit things that have happened you will be on the floor"

Dean who is your best friend just stares at you. As if he is contemplating on what to say but turns out he doesn't have to cause Sam had heard everything and he clears his throat. Turning your head you look over at him and Sam and he is giving you a apologetic look. "y/n Dean he just-" you cut him off by shaking your head and grabbing your bag. "don't try to apologize for him."

When you get to the door you look back "I love you boys. You guys are my family but ill be damned if you talk to someone that i love like that."

-----

When you get your things into the car you start to head home. You could only hope that Castiel would be there. He wasn't home often because he was always out and you were always helping someone with something but you knew he wasn't feeling the greatest right now.

Your angel he wasn't fragile by any means because man did he look good beating the shit out of someone. However that doesn't mean that he doesn't feel things, he's an emotional man and you love that about him because so are you. he's better at keeping them in check than you are but you wanted to spend tonight taking care of him.

As you arrive to your cabin that the both of you had found empty a few months ago during a case you cant help but just hope that he was there somewhere. When you walk in and close the door there's no sign of life anywhere. "damnit Cas"

Walking to your bedroom you put your bag down and then go back down to the kitchen and make a sandwich for you and for Cas. Even with knowing that he didn't have to eat you still liked to include him and he would also always go along with it just to spend time with you. Once you place the sandwiches on a plate you close your eyes and you begin to speak to your boyfriend hoping he would come to you.

Taking a deep breath you begin "Castiel, my angel, come home please. I made food and can put on a movie" You weren't really good with words something in common you had with the Winchester brother but you hoped it was enough.

When you open your eyes to see he hadn't come a sigh leaves you and you go and pick out a movie to watch. One that you have watched hundreds of times but haven't seen in a while. So as you sit down you hear a voice from the door way. "y/n"

Your name that's the only thing you need to hear to know that he isn't doing well. The way his voice is strained as if he had been forcing so many emotions down. Looking over you see how small he looks as if the world is weighing on his shoulders. As you place down your plate of sandwiches you hold out your arms and he walks to you and sits beside you resting his head on your chest. "Castiel I'm so sorry"

He shakes his head and then looks at you and kisses your cheek "its not your fault. He is right I should have found better ways to help instead of-" You place your hands on his and squeeze them "don't think like that. You did everything right you cant control everything. Not even god himself can"

In return he squeezes your hand "I just hate that I cant do more. But I don't know what else to do. I'm so lost" You bring your hands to the sides of his face gently and nods. "well how about we eat and watch this movie. Let us both relax for a little while hm?"

"yeah that would be fine" He sits back and gets comfortable then you yourself get comfortable and play the movie. As it starts to play you hear a small laugh escape from the man behind you. "How to lose a guy in 10 days again really?"

"you love this movie and you know it" The angel smirks at your words and throughout the movie his eyes never leave the screen while your mind runs a thousand miles per minute. Even as you start to fall asleep but before you do you place a soft kiss to his lips. "you know i would do anything for you right?" He nods "i know y/n. Sam told me what you did after i left. You didnt have to"

A scoff escapes you as your hand rests on his side. "i know i didnt have to but Dean had no right coming at you like that"

"Dean means well he just. i dont know. we will figure it out tomorrow. Right now you need sleep" he says and you nod in response and close your eyes.

[lollystocks]

Therapy for the Dead and Buried, Chapter 3

Chapter two here

Masterpost here

AO3

"Patient 17-X-(A)-2, session three. A lot of progress was made last week, and it seems that allowing the patient to lead the conversation is the key. Any abilities still unconfirmed, though I suspect he has some kind of emotion-altering capabilities. This must be handled with care, for obvious reasons.

“I have practiced self-hypnosis and meditation before today’s session, in the hope that I will be less affected. At present, the only emotion the patient can instill is fear, and he can’t seem to consciously… turn it off. I did notice, however, a slight reduction in intensity when he was distracted by talking about his interests. This is a good sign.

”I’m returning to a traditional cassette tape for this session. My digital recorder’s file was almost unintelligible, again. Must get that looked at…”

--

They talked about wormholes, to start.

They’d been on his mind, obviously. Relativistic physics in this world seemed to be a little behind his own, probably owing to his home dimension’s little… problem. But it was still all way too advanced for him to really get his mind around - tragically, advanced physics required a little more math knowledge than high school pre-calc.

But this world’s understanding seemed to be missing a whole ecto-shaped chunk out of its standard physical model, leaving them behind. It was interesting.

They didn’t talk about that, of course. Just the basics.

“I’m curious, James. Why space? Your interests cover a lot of different fields - astrophysics, aeronautical engineering, relativity, geology. But they all cover this general concept.”

“Not really sure. I just don’t think I ever outgrew ‘wanting to be an astronaut’. I kinda made it my personality as a kid - stars on the ceiling, Apollo 11 posters, rocket plushies, I had three different NASA t-shirts when I was like, thirteen, I wore them on rotation. Part of me wonders why more people aren’t into it - like, the earth is tiny. And on the timescale of the universe, it’s a spec. I don’t think I’m so much interested in space, as like… the whole universe. It feels arrogant to not want to have a sense of what’s out there. Or to put the earth on a pedestal, just ‘cause we’re here.”

Doctor Bright smiled, and her voice was light. “I must say James, you’ve certainly got me more interested. I agree that we can often be wilfully ignorant of the world around us.”

“Yeah. And just, the community’s great too. All the space agencies are just full of nerds doing amazing things, and space-Reddit is insane.” Some things didn’t change across dimensional boundaries. Even as a newbie in this universe, he’d quickly slotted into the online world. “I genuinely like these people.”

“Do you feel you have more of a community online than in real life, James?”

“Well yeah. I have no community in real life, it’s kinda my problem. But the people on discord and the forums don’t have the same issues with me, so I can actually be, you know, social.”

“I’m glad to hear that. Virtual communities can be a fantastic way to socialize across boundaries you may not be able to otherwise - geographic distance, for instance. And in your case, without the need for physical proximity.”

“Yeah! Like, I can feel normal, ‘cause no one who doesn’t know me in real life is gonna call me a ‘school shooter waiting to happen.’ Well, mostly.”

“Mostly?”

“Well, like. Sometimes people are still sensitive to it. Online. There was a whole thing where someone made a separate channel without me and wanted to know why everyone else was okay with such a creep around, but no one could understand what he meant. So like, I think my thing can still work across technology, just. Not as reliably. Thankfully.”

The doctor considered this. “I see. So again, this person couldn’t pinpoint any reason behind their fear, just a ‘vibe’, as you’ve said?”

“Yeah. Sucks. And that’s just with text threads - not like I can even jump on voice channels.”

“Why’s that?”

“Oh. Just, um. Can’t afford a mic. That’s all.”

It was a weak excuse, but there was no way he could explain the effect his voice had on digital audio. Once again, he’d slipped.

This whole thing was dangerous anyway - they had become far too comfortable talking about his fear aura like it was real.

"James, have you noticed any variation in the… intensity, of this phenomenon? That perhaps, your own mood may be having an affect on others? Have you ever tried experimenting?"

Danny winced at the word.

This was stupid. Admitting this all was stupid. It felt really good, to say it out loud, but Doctor Bright was so cold and calculating and it probably meant nothing but her perfectly pressed shirt was white and she was a doctor and-

"Look Doc, I know this thing is all in my head, you know it's all in my head, so just like, write me a prescription for an antipsychotic and we can move on."

She closed her notebook, and placed it on the coffee table. "I don't think it's all in your head, James."

Shit.

"Sorry?"

The doctor recrossed her ankles. Black shoes, navy slacks. Clear glasses. It was just a white shirt. Cream, even.

No white suit here.

"I don't believe you're psychotic, James. At least, I have no reason to believe so. On the surface this would read as a classic paranoid delusion, but it's hard to ignore the evidence."

"That everyone is scared of me? ‘Cause people have told you so? You can just chalk it up to my actions Doctor Bright, I won’t take it personally."

"But I can’t, James. You’ve been nothing but polite, articulate, and considerate in our sessions. A little nervous and distrusting, but that’s perfectly understandable. But this effect you’ve described - an instinctual feeling of unease in your presence. I can feel that myself, and I can't ascertain a logical reason for it."

Huh.

"You look perplexed, James. Has no one ever admitted that before?"

"I told you, no. It's um. Not nice, exactly. But refreshing."

"I'm curious, James. This phenomenon, that the people you interact with are overcome with a- a foreign emotion. One without a clear stimulus, other than your mere presence. I’ve asked you this before, but I really want you to think - has it always been discomfort and fear? Or has it ever been something else?"

"I'm not sure what you mean, Doctor Bright. That's my thing. Being unnerving." He waggled his fingers. "Fear me.”

"Of course. I just want to explore this further, get some more data points. You clearly have a keen interest in science, James, despite the academic setbacks. Help me understand this on a scientist’s level."

Danny's breath caught, just a little. He knew he was being paranoid. That he was safe here. That he couldn't be taken. He was fine, they couldn't find him here, he was sa-

"You a researcher, Doctor Bright? Obviously you are, you've got a PhD on the wall. Psychology. You work with human subjects much? Non-human subjects?"

"James, as happy as I am to talk about my personal work, this session is to-"

"No, no, this is important, Doctor Bright. Like, who even are you? You're a scientist, but you're a downtown shrink? You just take my whole thing in your stride? Do you ask about anything ‘strange and unusual’ with all your patients? Like I don't want to give off paranoid vibes here but I have good reason to think they are actually out to get me so why should I even trust you? What's your deal? Why are you interested in my whole deal? Who do you even work f-"

With a crack, the light bulb blew. Pieces of shattered glass fell to the coffee table.

A stunned silence followed.

With only the cold, cloudy daylight to illuminate the room, the doctor was backlit against the window, her face in shadow, save for the barest, caustic green glow. Danny could see her fingers pressed against her mouth, as she stared at the ceiling.

Fuck, his ‘angry eyes’. He squeezed them shut.

Danny needed to bolt, he needed to go now, he could go back to school, but his new name was on the file here, he'd need to make new documents, he’d need to-  he'd need to-

There was a squeak of vinyl,, and he heard the doctor rise to her feet, cross the room, and retrieve a gun something from a drawer in her desk. The soft sound of her heels on the carpet then made their way towards the office door. Danny opened his eyes.

"Wait-!"

She flipped the light switch to ‘off’. "Sorry, basic electrical safety, James. This won't take a second."

She walked towards Danny, towards the table, gently picked up the pieces of broken glass, and placed them in the empty box of the new bulb. After a thorough inspection of the surface, she kicked off her heels and stepped lightly onto the coffee table. He saw now that she held a fresh lightbulb in her hand, the base of which she popped between her teeth as she reached up to unscrew the shattered one from within the lampshade. She dropped that into the small box and swiftly fitted the new one.

She hopped down, returned to the light switch, and flicked it on. The new light buzzed to life, and the doctor stepped back into her heels and took a seat, like nothing had happened.

The whole thing couldn’t have been more than thirty seconds, but in Danny’s panic, it had stretched on and on.

She smiled, a little awkwardly. "You'd be surprised how many lightbulbs I get through in this room, James. No need to be..." She seemed to change the word in her mouth. "Anxious."

Danny set his jaw. "Right. Bad electrics.”

“Perhaps. Not always though. Tensions in this room can… run high, as you might imagine.”

Danny could scarcely believe what she was implying. “Tensions running high with your… strange and unusual patients?”

"Yes, James. I assure you, that was nothing I haven't seen before. You may also notice my full suite of fire extinguishers."

"For your faulty electrics?"

"James, correct me if I'm wrong, but - that was you, correct? Blowing the lightbulb in a moment of stress?"

Danny sat back, rubbing the back of his neck. "No. It wasn't."

"Of course."

"Say if it were-"

"Okay."

"What would happen? I mean, what's happened to other people who've blown your lightbulbs? You should know I can disappear. You'd never find me."

"I don't doubt that, James. You seem a very capable young man." The doctor went to pick up her notebook, but thought better of it, and sat back. "Are you asking specifically about clients who have blown my lights, or about all my clients with atypical abilities?"

And wasn’t that an interesting phrase. Danny studied her, eyes lidded. "How many people are we talking?"

"Telling you would breach my doctor-patient confidentiality I'm afraid, and be a breach of all my clients’ trust. However, I can tell you I have been working with 'strange and unusual' people since college, many of them in this room. I'm something of a specialist in providing therapy to people with atypical abilities."

"Is that the official term for it?"

"Well, there isn't really an official term, as Atypicals don't officially exist. But yes, that is the frequently used term."

This was. This was a whole lot. This was totally different to what he’d been frantically building in his head. “But they’re all- they’re all what? Allowed to roam free? Just- be out there in the world, with ‘abilities’?”

“Of course. They have the same rights as anyone else.”

"And you think I'm an… ‘atypical?’"

"Yes James, I do."

“Because your light bulb blew.”

“Yes. Amongst other things.”

“And if I were?”

“Then, James, I hope you’d find some value in the knowing. Knowing, for instance, that you aren’t broken or ill, or even creepy. Merely that you have an atypical physiology that presents an usual symptom, or set of symptoms - namely, blowing light bulbs. And something else that I’m still trying to form a hypothesis over.”

“The scary thing?”

“The scary thing, yes. If you’d be happy to, I’d like to continue to work together, so that we can identify what control you have over your abilities, and start to make them work for you, not against you. How does that sound?”

It sounded… like a lot to think about.

The doctor was wrong, obviously. He wasn’t an atypical, (was that a capitalized ‘A’?) whatever those were.

Danny had never heard of anything remotely similar outside of fiction, in his own dimension; and he was pretty sure that if otherwise-normal people were going around with superpowers , which was what Doctor Bright made this whole thing like, then he’d know about it. His parents would be all over it, as would Vlad, the GIW - hell, half the ghosts he fought.

But they weren’t commonly known about here, either, that was for sure.

It would be a convenient answer. He could explain away the most obvious of his (stupid, fucking, glitching-out) powers in a way that blended in nicely with this dimension.

It wasn’t without risk, though. Throwing his lot in too heavily could spell disaster if he were found out - were ‘Atypicals’ identifiable through their blood, or DNA? Would his weird vital signs cast suspicion? What about all his extra powers? What could your typical Atypical even do?

And all this was assuming that he could trust Doctor Bright - that she did work with these Atypicals, with no ulterior motive other than a modest paycheck, and wasn’t a mole for a-whole-nother shadowy governmental organization who wanted to catch people like him and stab them with thousands tiny needles while keeping him barely sedated and strapped down to a-

But. The GIW didn’t exist here. He’d checked. It was why he’d stayed.

He looked back to the doctor, who was eyeing him patiently.

“It sounds like somewhere to start, Doctor Bright.”

--

You’ve reached the voicemail of Doctor Joan Bright. If this is to schedule an appointment, please press one to speak to Sarah. Otherwise, please leave your name, number, and a brief message after the tone. 

Message received on, Saturday, at, 10:52 AM.

“Hi Doctor Bright, it’s Caleb. Caleb Michaels. Well. I’m not sure how many other Calebs you treat but… but anyway yeah. So. Basically there’s this guy at school, and I think he may be an Atypical? So um, how does this work, do you take referrals? Like I’m sure there are loads of Atypicals who don't need therapy but no offense to this guy but he definitely does. 

“Like I’d love to try and strike up a conversation and I wanna know if he knows he’s an Atypical but I don’t really know how to do that and also I. Um. I kinda really hate being around him. He makes my ability go fu- kinda haywire and I feel like I’m gonna punch him. I won’t, I won’t, you don’t have to worry about that, but uh. Well. I don’t think I can talk to him. ‘Cause he’s either an Empath and we’re getting in a crazy Empathy-feedback-loop or it’s something else, like with Mark. And I can’t get his number, either.

“Adam’s tried talking to him instead but he always kinda bolts. Plus he still makes Adam all freaked out then that affects me really bad for the whole day and just…

“So um, yeah. His name’s James Jackson. I think he needs your help."

...

“Okay. Bye.”

--

To: Caleb Michaels

Subject: Referred Patient

Good afternoon Caleb.

Unfortunately, I can’t reveal any information that would break my doctor-patient confidentiality.

I can assure you though, that while you show wonderful initiative and care for this fellow student, your concerns are already being met.

We can talk at your next session.

Best wishes,

Dr. Joan Bright, PsyD, ABPP

Licensed Therapist

---

Chapter 4

[jojo-cafe]

Is it okay if I request the members of passione from Golden Wind reacting to a stand user whose stand is legitimately a HUGE teddy bear?

Hello!! Sure! Here's your coffee, enjoy your drink!

Bucci Gang with a reader that has a teddy bear looking stand

Giorno Giovanna

Giorno finds its appearance interesting, although he isn't very shocked by it, as he just presents himself. 

"Hello, I'm Giorno Giovanna," he says as your stand opens for a hug, and he complies. 

If a small part of the teddy stuffing happens to come out, Giorno turns it into a butterfly or ladybug that goes either to you or your stand.

Sometimes, he will bring home little flower crowns he made for your stand, as well as small flowers, which look adorable due to the size difference between your teddy and the flowers. 

Giorno brought home a little silk magenta bow—the color of his suit— to place around your stand. 

He stitched a little flower and a ladybug somewhere on your teddy.

When Giorno arrives home from an exhausting mission, he isn't much for talking, avoiding contact since he's stressed and interactions could make him snap easily. On those days, sometimes you surprise him with your stand in his room so that he can relax (even if he isn't as attached to it as much as the others are) On those days, you are greeted by the sight of a ladybug on your stand's nose the next time you see it.

Pannacotta Fugo

At first, Fugo is curious about it, asking you questions about its abilities and why it has that appearance. 

If it ever rips a stitch or two, Fugo would certainly like to help sew it again, as it will give him a chance to learn more about your stand. But it also becomes a kind of therapeutic activity for him. So, after a fight, when your stand has lots of rips and stitches open, Fugo likes to sew it together. He also enjoys talking with your stand while he stitches it.

"We're done stitching. That was more than the last time, [stand name],"

He says, patting your stand as it stands up, opening its arms, offering a hug that Fugo obliges and accepts.

"Y/N should buy a stitching kit for you"

Fugo always checks to see if the stitching is holding up and if it doesn't have any rips. Although Fugo likes it, he isn't a fan of lying down or sleeping on it, but he still enjoys spending time with it.

As we all know, Fugo has anger management problems, and if you let him, he'll use your stand to help with his anger. When angry, whether at someone else or your stand, Fugo will sometimes hit your stand, usually with punches or slaps. Unfortunately, if Fugo has a sharp object around, he will use it on your stand. Luckily, it doesn't let Fugo hurt itself or you.

Although Fugo enjoys spending time with it, its large body and lack of size awareness don't make him the most agile of stands. So, Fugo sometimes gets very angry at it for knocking things over and bumping into people. 

Fugo stitches a little chibi Purple Haze face on it.

Bruno Bucciarati

Although everyone has a soft spot for your stand, Bruno is the one who actually takes the most care of it, as he tells you when a stitch is loose, the fur is dirty, or when there's a rip in it. 

He absolutely loves to run his hands through its fur when relaxing.

Bruno, as the Capo, is a very busy man. Often, his stress builds up, whether it be from a mission or taking care of the other 6 children gangsters, and he just needs a moment to be vulnerable. Although he doesn't show it very easily, as your relationship progresses, he asks if you can "lend" your stand sometimes. He goes to more private places, hugs them, vents, or cries, letting his emotions out. 

After having many of his hair clippers stolen by Narancia to put on your stand, Bruno gives one for your stand to use. He also sews a zipper from Sticky Fingers.

Bruno also likes to talk with your stand.

"Good morning, Y/N, and you too, [stand name]," he says, caressing its fur.

It has also made Bruno cry a couple of times. On days when he was very stressed, it just offered a hug, and Bruno reciprocated, shedding a few tears, proceeding to thank it.

In fights, both your stands make a good team, as Sticky Fingers can open your stand and place any valuable or sensitive items inside it, protecting them. 

Leone Abbacchio

At first, Leone pretends not to care that much. In fact, while the two of you don't have much of a connection, Leone won't have many reactions or interactions with your stand. But as your relationship evolves, Leone will slowly but certainly loosen up with your stand.

He will start out by caressing its short fur when away from others or laying his head on its shoulder. Even if sometimes you are away (you can still tell what is going on, as you can feel it). He then starts to get more physical, laying his head, then his torso, and slowly relaxing.

Let's agree, that man doesn't get much sleep for whatever reason it may be, so he frequently takes a nap on your stand when no one is around (although you can feel it). 

When Abbacchio comes back home drunk, he lays down and sleeps on it.

Overall, as your relationship progresses, Abbacchio feels more and more comfortable with your teddy. So, when he's already comfortable talking about his problems, he goes to your teddy, hugs it, and rants about his problems, which you can hear. 

There are very few wine droplets on your teddy bear from those nights Abbacchio comes home drunk.

Sometimes, when away from you, he likes to use Moody Blues to lay on it and find some comfort."

Narancia Ghirga

Certainly, the one who has the most fun with it.

Narancia was very excited the first time he met your stand. He ran towards it with arms open, jumped, threw himself at it, and hugged it as it fell back. "It's so soft!" he exclaimed, caressing the teddy bear's fur.

Narancia loves its fur and really likes to tug and play with it, making silly patterns. 

He also enjoys sleeping on it and uses it as a sofa and a pillow. He's definitely attached to it 24/7 and even tries to give it food, shoving it into its stitched and sewn mouth.

Narancia also has a lot of fun trying to dress your stand, putting it in shirts that are huge and still too small, and placing little hair accessories on its fur, such as bows and hair clips (he even stole some from Bruno to place on it). He and Mista do this together.

Narancia saw Fugo stitching on your stand, so he and Fugo spent some time together, as Fugo tried to teach him to stitch. After some stabs on the cheeks and hands, he is able to stitch a poorly drawn plane with "Aerosmith" written on the side.

Like Abbacchio, your stand is a source of comfort for Narancia. That's why he's constantly hugging it, seeking the attention and care he didn't really get in his younger years.

Guido Mista

At first, Mista is very scared and untrustful of it, but soon he loses his fears and grows to like it very much. When he first sees it, he's very shocked and scared.

"HEH!? WHAT IS THAT!?!?" he yelps the shock causing him to make his figure smaller and take a few steps back.

'It is just [stand name],' you say as Mista approaches the teddy bear, placing a hand on its eyelids and opening them, inspecting it with a very investigative face. He furrows his eyebrows and, when he is done, crosses his arms in front of his chest.

'Yeah, but it's so strange that-' Mista stops mid-sentence as he's embraced by your stand's hug and falls along with it, laying his head on its belly.

'Y/N!!! What are YOU... doing?' The last word is said softly as Mista relaxes and snuggles against your stand.

'Okay, it isn't that bad,' he says as he finishes snuggling and is now finally relaxed. You let out a small laugh. 'I told you.'

After meeting your stand for the first time, Mista talks to it, even if it doesn't answer back.

'You know, big guy, at first I didn't like you, but we're on good terms, yeah?' Guido says, with his head laid on your stand's belly.

After fights and just overall tiring days, Mista likes to sleep and rest on your stand. The Sex Pistols also really like your stand; they like to play on it, climbing on it and using it as a slide, and, just like Mista, sometimes rest on it. The Sex Pistols like to sew with loose strings on your teddy bear.

He and the Sex Pistols are deffinetly the reson for most of your stand's rips and loose stitches.