#also i don't mind the questions btw it's just that sometimes you can and will find it without my help

[blanketforcas]

!!! this has been extremely helpful to me for finding stuff on my own blog or when i remember who the op of a post was

New: Search operators for better searching!

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[kaciebello]

hi, can you make a Draco Malfoy x Slytherin (female) reader please?

also, I'm really sorry about your chameleon!!

Drunken confessions

Masterlist Draco Malfoy x fem!reader Summary: Draco has a crush, and as a typical teenage boy, he has no idea how to deal with it. Warning: none author note: Sorry it took so long, this is way overdue. Also sorry it is so short but I felt like if I added more it would ruin it a bit. But I'm gonna be honest, I don't think you come to me for long fics. Btw if you see the pictures under each other and not next on pc, I am sorry, tumbler is tripping a bit. Word count: 1k Song: In My Dreams - Red Velvet

Slytherins were a proud house. Sometimes, they are too proud for their own good. But it’s not like somebody is going to tell them otherwise, and let's be honest, they are not going to listen to Rawenclar of Hufflepuff, and certainly not Grifindoor. Draco was aware of his pride and was proud of this too. There was just one person who would humble him any chance they got.

Sitting across him in the common room was a girl he despised. She was getting on his nerves just the way she smiled. She shared the same circle of high-up Slytherins as him, so he couldn't get rid of her. he tried once, but was shot down by the whole group. Sure, was he in another house, his friends might have said he had a crush on the girl. but he is a proud Slytherin, so he will never admit that out loud. Athou if you were to ask Matteo, he sure has a video of Draco crying hysterically over his crush.

it was only a short time before everyone returned to their own bedrooms. Draco stayed behind, finding himself nauseous when getting up. He was sitting there, nursing a small glass of water and staring at nothing with a blank expression. he could feel the sofa dip next to him but he could not be bothered. It’s when he feels a tap on his shoulder that he lifts his head.

There she sat next to him, flashing her pearly whites at him as if she wanted to blind him. His own smile crept on his face as he looked at her. God, he was whipped. She didn't say anything and Draco couldn't figure out if he was hallucinating. He didn’t want her to disappear. The girl let out a sigh.

“What are you doing here? It’s late. Why don’t you go to bed?” she says, looking all over his face for any sigh of exhaustion, or worse, some kind of mischievous spell.  Draco did not answer. Instead, he rested his head on the back of the sofa, looking at the ceiling. The girl didn’t say anything like she was expecting him to be a moody teenager.

He could feel her take his class and place it on the table in front of them. He could smell her perfume every time she moved and it drove him crazy. She made herself comfortable. Arms resting on the back of the sofa looking at him, her legs thrown over his lap. Dracos put his hands on them without even thinking about it.

“Can I have a question? “ She says. draco turns his his head so they are face to face.

“shoot”

“what are we?”

“unshoot” a gentle laugh leaves her as he answers.

Silence falls upon them. To others, it might have been awkward, but to them, it felt comforting. If Draco had to put any labels on them, he would write giant ‘ simp ‘ in a red marker on his face. She would be a goddess, of course. He turns to her again. She's looking at him with eyes full of curiosity.

“Ya know,” he starts, “I don't think I've ever told you this. But you’re lowkey pretty.” “Lowkey?”

“Yea okay, highkey.” Be blurs out. She again laughs. A sound that Draco swore he would hear at the pearly gates one day.

“Well, I'm glad you think I’m pretty. I would be pretty bumped if my crush thought I'm ugly.” She says. draco just hums, not really paying attention to her words. His eyes keep jumping between her eyes and lips. The girl just sighs again.

“Come one big guy, let's get you to bed.”  She makes a move to get up but Draco is not letting her move. A brilliant idea came to his mind and he felt like he was going to die if he did not execute it right at this moment.  He moved her close to his, as much as he could. One hand sneaked around her waist and the other around her neck. He leaned in so close that he could feel her breath on her face. Even up close he found her so pretty, it almost made him cry.  She was looking at him. Watching him studying her as if he was trying to engrave her face in his memory. She wanted him to move, she wanted him to close the gap between them, but alas he wouldn't move. Seemingly in his own world, with no way in.

So she did it for him. Only for a split second, Draco felt her lips on his. He was left chasing after her when she moved away. A small whine left him as well. He stayed there looking at her, a pout forming on his lips as if she had just stolen his last piece of candy.

“Ya know, I lowkey like you,” he says, very proud of his confession. His brain drifted away again as he locked his eyes on her lips once more.

“ I like you too, dummy.” She says back, playing with his hair softly. draco let out a hum as that was the only thing he needed to hear before locking their lips again. He leaned her back so she lay flat on the sofa. He separated them for a second.

“You know, this is not just a drunken confession. I don't do those.” He says and goes to kiss her again. She stops him with her hand on his chest. A wide smile on her face melted Draco's heart away.

“You meant like that one time you told me about how you slipped naked in the perfect bathroom and slid from one end to the other on your butt?”

“I told you that in confidence!” He whines and hides his face in her neck. She can only laugh.

[plumipal]

AAAAAOMG UR TWST OC IS SO ADORABLE?? i'm absolutely in love with eden sm (+ his design?? the star eyes and the wings are my favorite,, i wanna smooch all his tattoos!) and i hope it's okay to ask a few questions about him... (I KNOW U SAID IT WAS OKAY BUT I JUST WANTED TO MAKE SURE 😭 i'm genuinely interested in knowing more!)

1) does he have anyone in the twst cast that he tolerates/likes? i know he's part of the whole harem thing but is there anyone he doesn't necessarily mind being around (or even sharing with the prefect?)

2) do grim and eden have a good relationship? i would assume so since they're living both with one another but do they just get along with each other for the prefect's sake or are they actually best buds? (๑ > ᴗ < ๑)

(little dumb idea but i think it would be so cute if the prefect treated the two as if they were all like a little family! eden and prefect being the two parents and grim their rambunctious kid lmao,, i would imagine the others not being so happy about it (っ‘ω`c))

3) is he okay with physical affection/pda? is he totally chill about it or would he rather shy about the whole thing? is he open to having the prefect touch his wings or his tattoos?

4) oooo any funfacts that you have about the new ramshackle resident?? just in general really if that's okay with u ofc!! ☆

aa okay that's it!! i hope my questions weren't annoying or anything! (っ‘ω`c)

Had to get one of those wheels ive seen going around where you put the oc and how they feel about the character and how the characters feel back about them, but with a twist lol (most of them are haters).

The ones he are most tolerant with are grim, ace, deuce, jack and kalim. Only one he could possible share with would either be kalim, jack or deuce, because of how he sorta is annoyed by ace.

Of course cant forget how he feels about you :) he thinks you are very very very special and he loves you a lot <3

He likes grim a lot, seeing as grim isn't one of the students that is oh so annoying. He warms up to the monster, seeing how gently you take care of grim, wanting to do the same. It feels, domestic, in his opinion.

Grim likes Eden a lot too, he has never belittled him, he has always made sure to feed grim along with Eden being very warm (and therefore very nice to sleep on). In grims opinion, he thinks you should go with Eden, cuz he is a good candidate for marriage (grim has been bribed with love, affection, and tuna).

He takes good care of the cat son, making sure he is healthy and happy.

Now onto pda. Eden are only okay with you touching the wings, the tattoo and the core, being as they are quite sensitive. The scar is still off limits, but maybe if you make him warm up to you even more you might be able to-

He loves when you help him with his wings, it's one of the best feelings out there. Fo mind that only you (and grim) can touch the wings, anyone else is off limits, ESPECIALLY ROOK HE IS FORBIDDEN TO TOUCH THEM.

Eden facts!! He has lil "ear-holes" like birds, just behind the feathers. Be careful around that part when you help him with his feathers, otherwise you might have a pouty and angry Eden on tour hands.

His eyes also glow in the dark! It's the scariest during the nightly snack runs down to the kitchen, seeing him suddenly stare at you, but you slowly get used to it!

You don't know where the extra eyes sometimes come from tho...

Also some general facts about Eden!

Dorm: Ramshackle

Birthday: 1/1

Age: ???

Height: 185cm

Fav subject: alchemy

Hobby: cleaning in ramshackle, birdwatching

Likes: you

Dislikes: Loud noises, blond 3rd year hunters named rook hunt, people trying to grab onto his wings that aren't you

Fav food: he don't need to eat to gain sustenance, bur he likes mashed potatoes with gravy

Least fav food: soup, any soup, he hates it

Btw if anyone were to write for Eden I would explode it would mean the world to me

[darlingbabyboo]

hiii! (^o^)/

Dunno if your requests are open but if they are, would you mind sharing some of your hcs of what dating Souya would be like?

(Btw your writing stye is like so nice it's like sunbeams peaking out on a cloudy day, warm and enchanting to look at! ((o(*>ω<*)o)) )

'My Adorable Angry Boy...'

Summary: so what's it like dating one of the famed Kawata twins?

Notes: Requests are always open! And this is so nice 😭 Being compared to sun beams is such an honour omg!!!

Okay, so first we have to get into how you two first started dating

So how did your great love story begin?

Incredibly awkwardly to be honest

You two attended the same school but Angry had absolutely no idea how to confess to you

So he would just watch from his seat, not aware of how he's burning holes through your head

He cares, really, he's just a little stupid

Smiley is the one that really started the relationship

He was tired of how awkward y'all were and was just like, if I don't do it, no one will

"Listen, he doesn't hate you, he's a dumbass who doesn't know how to confess."

"W-What???" You look at the boy who's been burning holes through your head, the new information barely sinking in. Angry spares a small glance at you, before turning red and glaring at his brother.

"Smiley!" He exclaims.

The orange-haired gremlin only smiles wider, "you'll thank me for this later."

Everyone say thank you Smiley

After the awkwardness at first, you two do form a beautiful relationship

Angry is actually the sweetest boyfriend ever though

He's considerate in a way you would not believe

He will remember everything about you, making sure that you're always number 1

Don't worry if everyone else has forgotten about your birthday, Angry already got your back

"Souya, you didn't have to do all this!" You cover your mouth as you see your house completely transformed, streamers, banners, and everything bedazzled to the highest degree. In the middle, he sits on the table, with a homemade cake. Your eyes start to tear up "thank you so much."

Your boyfriend looks off to the side, the compliment making him turn red. "It's no problem, it's what you deserve."

And even if he's on the shyer side (especially compared to his brother), he won't be afraid of speaking up for you

If someone is bothering you, he won't be afraid to grab his brother and roll up to their house

It pays to have a delinquent boyfriend sometimes

"What's wrong with- hey!"

"This the asshole?" Smiley questions, fist crumpling around his collar.

Angry nods and narrows his eyes, "it's him."

The asshole holds up his hand, "hey, I don't know what you think I did, but I promise that you got the wrong guy."

Angry shakes his head, "no, I think I'm looking at the right guy." He sneers and cracks his knuckles, "this will teach you for harassing my girl."

He will not let anyone mess with his baby

Nicknames- I feel like Angry would be into soft/sophisticated, things like darling, honey, sweetheart

He's also a little insecure though, so be patient with him

He loves his brother more than anything but he also has to live in his shadow constantly, and sometimes it can sting.

"Souya, hun, are you okay?"

All the words he wants to say die on his tongue, only able to shake his head.

"Don't worry Souya, I won't leave you." You crawl into his lap, curling around him. He embraces you, sinking his head into your shoulders.

It's all he needs right now.

Angry is one of the sweetest guys in Tokyo Revengers, and anyone would be lucky to have him as a boyfriend.

Can we share?

[saltwaterburns]

I have a request - "being comforted by Jace Wayland (JCB) would include:"

Merry Christmas btw :)

I could kiss you rn. Merry Christmas ❤️

Slightly ooc Jace?

Jace Wayland comforting you would include:

Hugs.

Did you see how both times he comforted Clary, he held her as close as physically possible, cradling her in his arms?

That's how he would hold you.

He finds you in the greenhouse, tucked away in a hidden corner you love to sneak away with him to

Sometimes to kiss, sometimes to..

You're curled up, back pressed against the wall, knees up against your chest

Your body is being constantly wrecked by sobs, your lungs aching from the lack of air you're getting

You're a mess. You can't see, you can't hear, you can't feel

It hurts. It hurts so bad and it only adds to the salty tears running down your blotchy cheeks

His heart feels like it's being squeezed with an iron fist. The longer he looks at you, the more his body hurts. It's worse than the burning ache of freshly drawn runes, it's worse than a demon bite

Kisses. So, so many kisses

He drops to his knees in front of you, his hands finding yours. He tangles your fingers together, bringing your hands up to his mouth, pressing little kisses over your knuckles

He's doing anything, everything to ground you, to bring you back to him

His lips are spewing words of comfort between each kiss

"Come on, darling."

"Breathe for me now, angel."

"It's okay, it's okay. I've got you, it's okay."

"You're alright. I'm here, I've got you. Deep breaths for me, yeah?"

"There we go, just like that."

After a while, you start to calm down. Your heart slows, your lungs aren't constricted, blood isn't roaring in your ears

Despite that, your hands stay clasped together with his. You don't let go, even when he tries to pull away so he can wrap his arms around you

You bring his hands up to your face and hide. You kiss them, hide yourself from him in them. His hands are cool and it feels nice against your hot skin

He coos, sitting closer to you. His darling girl

He sits beside you and pulls you to his chest, somehow managing to sneak his hands free

He wraps his arms around you and holds you close, petting your hair, pressing kisses to your hairline, whispering little reassurances in your ear

You stay there with him for who knows how long. An hour, two, three

Neither of you cares. You stay sitting there, you in his embrace. His scent, clean and fresh, surrounds you, clouds your senses

It lulls you to sleep after a bit. Your head falls limp and he chuckles, pressing a kiss to the top of your head

He brushes your hair back, away from your face. He tucks the strands behind your ears, wipes your cheeks dry. He presses little kisses under your eyes, now adorned with red circles

He is such a kissy boy you can't change my mind

"Good morning!" Kiss

"Are you okay??" Kiss

"You could've died." Kiss

"Please help me." Kiss

He kisses you to reassure himself. Reassuring you is just an amazing bonus

Kisses help to ground him, make him realise you're real and with him

Angels can't kiss anyone, but you're his angel and he kisses you

After the crying situation, he doesn't mention it again because you don't

But his lingering touches, gentle brushes of fingertips let you know that he is here and that he cares

You appreciate it more than anything. You don't want to talk about it, but you thank him with kisses of your own

His love language is physical touch for a reason

Mostly because he didn't get much of it as a boy

He doesn't like words, he can't figure them out

He also hates emotions. He thinks they're stupid and not really needed

But he cherishes everything he feels for you like an ancient relic that needs the best of the best protection

He's so sassy, too

If anyone asks what happened that night, be ready to get at least 3 comments thrown your way

"None of your business, thanks!"

"Since when did asking stupid questions become a shadowhunters job, enlighten me please."

"We did your mum. Fuck off."

It never fails to make you giggle

He flashes you a wink after every comment

He's like a 14 year old boy trying to impress an older girl

It works...

[iactuallykissedsharawheeler]

⭑⌗ 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐇𝐂𝐒 + 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

✶ let's go ahead and clear that idea that ellie wouldn't be like. immediately obsessed with you and giving you secret discounts on the weed.

✶ she met you five seconds ago and she was like. why would she ever pay for anything?? she's literally my reason for breathing?? (ok babe 😭) so you're getting that stuff for lowest price she can possibly make it. and if you flirt a little?? she's wondering why she's not just handing you the bag for free.

✶ when you guys get closer, she notices you're kinda into pink so when she sees pink papers???? she's SLAMMING that card, best believe. when you're freaking and like HOWD YOU GET THIS she's trying to pretend to be all cool like oh idk just found 'em and thought it'd be funny but if you like 'em you can have them ... i guess 😒

✶ if you're a little inexperienced with it she's a little protective and is like oh i don't think you should try that this one's way better and gives it to you on the house like?? you're trying to pay for it and she's like noooo it's for you just take it even though that was some of her good weed and she never gives that out. but you're nice and sweet and her bestest customer so who is she to charge you??

✶ when y'all are closer she literally just starts buying shit for you. you're like oh my gosh this bracelet is literally so pretty and next time you come over she's like so.. guess what and there's the bracelet in a box under two pretty pre-rolls (that she's also not letting you pay for btw)

✶ n you're so worried about breaking her bank when she does it but she's literally living lavish because she's everyone's dealer and no one with weed isn't getting it from her. (charismatic queen tbh)

✶ plus if you think this is gonna kill her wallet just wait until you guys start actually dating. she's not even waiting for you to ask for shit, she's telling you to put your cart on public so she can surprise you all the time.

✶ you're like babe how am i gonna pay you back and she's like just .. be pretty for me, yeah? 's not hard for you at all. (just flustered myself give me a minute)

✶ and some random things i just think she'd do:

✶ texting you high out of her mind about dinosaur facts because she just knows too much and needs to get it out immediately (she's such a nerd I love it 😭)

✶ trying to shotgun with you but she sees your face lookin' all pretty n dazed, chokes on the smoke, and just simply never does it after that. (give her a week, she'll be back)

✶ reading a shit ton of sci-fi. she compulsively reads savage starlight all the time but she's actually obsessed with the whole genre n can't exist without it atp (she DEFINITELY owns a few space cowboy books and before meeting you she would always imagine she was the lead guy with the hot love interest who was definitely some kind of alien. don't question it.)

✶ if you're a plushie girlie (me fr) she's ALWAYS buying you plushies. but she always buys one that matches yours for herself so you guys are "always together" or something. idk she's a little bit of a loser.

✶ she's so bad at keeping up with skincare but now she just weaponises that and makes you do it for her. literally rolling her eyes and pouting if you do yours without her, mumbling shit like "oh yeah, just forget about ellie, huh? that's what they all do" until you're like babe what??? 😭

✶ also i know that everyone says this but she really does own some weird ass shirts 😭😭 she'll get high and buy weird shit like that shirt that just says tomatoes it's so wild going through her closet lmaoo

✶ and because of her high shopping she also has some weird ass bongs like. seriously. there's a an astronaut one with octopus legs for sure, i can feel it.

✶ high ellie tweets>> she's actually so out of pocket sometimes 😭 some of her greatest hits would probs be

✶ also she was so nervous around you and wouldn't look you in the eye for too long because she didn't wanna scare you but then she got a little bold when she found out you liked girls and then was just straight up cocky when she realised you liked her, too (that blunt flick when dina said she wanted her to kiss her .. yeah that ellie)

✶ she's just the bestest, silliest, nerdiest girl ever and the best girlfriend literally anyone could ask for 💞💞

hey guys back with another banger hope you guys enjoyed make sure to like follow and subscribe‼️ no but seriously give me opinions because i love hearing you guys have little convos and the reposts are always so wild 😭😭 thank you new jersey, and goodnight (also don't look at the tags im shy) as alwaysss creds to @ cafekitsune bc these dividers are so mf cute

[illubean]

Can I get a hisokas sister x killua? Like hisokas sister is affectionate but not in a creepy way she just want to show killua how much she likes him😔(mainly in gifts and unexpected hugs, cheek kisses) you can do what you want with this request.🫶🏼have a good day! I love your blogs btw!! :))) it’s nice to see some hxh blogs😭

Killua with HisokasSister!reader

Characters: Killua Zoldyck Type: Fluff, Headcanons, Fem!reader

ok I know my rules say I won't write romantically for Killua or Gon but this one is kinda in a grey area and the request was cute soooo up to interpretation even though it's intended to be mostly platonic >.< also im going to try and be nice as a certified Hisoka hater LMAO

Warnings: Hisoka.

being Hisoka's little sister was...interesting

he's literally insane a lil cray but he's all you got and you wouldn't trade him for the world

you met Killua at the hunter exam and became part of the little friend group he had going because you were one of the only other kids there

and over your time there you ended up getting attached to him

you followed him around all the time and latched yourself to his side whenever you could

and poor boy was conflicted

it was kind of annoying but also? nice at the same time???

so yeah despite him looking so annoyed at you all the time he doesn't actually try stopping you from showing him affection

he has no clue what to do with all the random stuff you give him especially since they're pretty useless sometimes...

and he's very confused on where you find this stuff and why you even thought of giving it to him

like where tf did you find a bird skull? and how did you manage to find so many pieces of sea glass??????

you're like a crow with attachment issues or something

it's not until after the exam and you follow him and Gon to heaven's arena that he finds out you're related to Hisoka

and hes like HAH!?!?

when you all made it to the 200th floor the boys were literally shaking in their boots when they got closer to Hisoka

and when you ran up to him and hugged him like it was nothing? ARE YOU CRAZY!?

after his talking and whatever and Wing coming to get you guys Hisoka's like sooo are you coming with me or what

and you're like nah I wanna stay with Killua

and hes like "Oh my, seem's like someone's infatuated with the Zoldyck boy. Don't worry, he's not the one I'm interested in"

and Killua is like WTFFFF

HOW IS SOMEONE SO WEIRD AND SCARY RELATED TO YOU

he's more weary around you now and a lot more hesitant to ever push you away

he already liked and admired you as a person but now there is an added fear factor

we all know Illumi doesn't like Killua having friends

but if it's you? ...well there's not much you can really do

he doesn't mind all that much because your brother is a valuable ally and you've probably got potential too

but yeah overall Killua just accepts your affection without any questions partially because he is afraid

[rivendell-poet]

I loved the little sibling headcanons so much! But reading Legolas’s part gave me a small idea for Thranduil because he is such father-coded sometimes.

So what if the same reader always had bandages wound around the entirety of their right eye and some of their right cheek for some secret reason that nobody knows. Thranduil is slightly intrigued by how this human teenager manages to fight so well despite being disadvantaged in sight, and after he grows much closer to them, he asks them about the bandages. And because reader trusts him a lot more than before, they (sort of) hesitantly take off the bandages and reveals how the entire bandaged area was heavily damaged/scarred from dragon fire mostly due to their recklessness a few years back. I think it’d be interesting to see Thranduil’s reaction towards a young human that also suffered from the feared dragon fire. I don’t mind if you write headcanons or a scenario for this :)

Btw sorry if this request was weird 😅 I just think that Thranduil’s character has so much to be explored, especially as we don’t see him interact as much with humans and younglings

Glad you liked the little sibling hcs! I'm always weak for platonic!lotr <3 And please don't worry about your request - I loved it, and I'm only sorry it took me so long to write. Hopefully you enjoy <3

*･༓˚✧ ❝𝐓𝐡𝐫��𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐢𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧-𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐚��𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫❞ ‧͙⁺˚༓˚✧ « scenarios »

Gender-neutral reader | Wordcount : 1k | TWs : Brief discussion of scaring

✧ When he first meets you, a lone human who has somehow managed to brave Mirkwood, his mind doesn’t pay too much attention to the bandages.

✧ Another human eccentricity.

✧ It’s only after, when the scouts are quick to dole out praise for you - praise that does not come lightly from elves - that he thinks back to them. How you are able to fight remarkably well with something covering your right eye.

✧ Not that it matters to him when he calls for you to be escorted to a room and watched.

✧ Thranduil is a kinder king when not dealing with dwarves and dishonest folk, so has no reason to throw you into the dungeons. He doesn’t fully trust you at first, but that can be left until tomorrow.

✧  Late next morning you are invited to his chambers after eating, and he asks questions of you - why you are in Mirkwood, your age and general motivations. But not your bandages.

✧ Until the very end, when he asks if you would like to see a healer for your injuries.

✧ Your freezing is almost imperceptible to humans, but obvious to an elf. You decline, hands still frozen by your sides, but he lets you go without further issues.

✧ Mirkwood’s palace is a great haven for you - full of scrolls of lore, warriors of the highest skill, and places of respite if it is needed.

✧ When you initially only planned on staying for a day in there, you soon find yourself becoming familiar with your room. And then days turn into weeks, and the rest of Mirkwood becomes more familiar as well.

✧ Once you’ve become more comfortable with the elves you go down to spar, and to your surprise there are some happy to train with you.

✧ Although you are not as skilled as an elf they acknowledge your talent for what it is, impressed.

✧ Whispers spread all the way through Mirkwood, and even the king is reached by them eventually.

✧ Thranduil asks to be kept up to date about you, of course, as you are in his kingdom. Word reaches him that you managed to disarm a guard, and for some reason he feels genuine pride in the news.

✧ As the guard turns to leave, Thranduil asks when you had the bandages removed and by who.

✧ The guard answers that you haven’t.

✧ You’re not blind to the stares at your bandage, but something new has been occurring. There’s even more subtle glances, but less questioning about it. As though your bandage is now something to be observed, and not questioned.

✧ The excitement around it eventually dies down, especially as weeks in Mirkwood become months.

✧ It’s around the first month mark that Thranduil requests to see you again.

✧ Being summoned by the king is nerve-wracking, but once you’ve been around him for a while you become more relaxed.

✧ He doesn’t behave like the rigid, cold but regal king you were expecting. He is still regal, effortlessly so, but there is warmth in his gaze - when he asks you about your day, or compliments your progress.

✧ Some days you don’t even have to tell him about the feat you accomplished, as he already seems to know. But he still listens intently when you explain it, asking questions in just the right places - and always with sincerity.

✧ Over time, you begin to think of him a small bit like a father.

✧ Then one day, he asks you about your bandages. Why you still wear them after so long.

✧ He regrets it when he sees you freeze up, but when he begins to talk you raise a hand to stop.

✧ Hesitantly, you begin to remove the bandages from around you, not looking at him until they’re all of.

✧ As soon as Thranduil can see your face he recognises dragonfire on it. Scars so similar to his own, but on the face of a young human instead of an elven king.

✧ You can see the shock on his face as his eyes seem to sweep every area of the scars and not want to settle back on you. You take a deep breath, beginning to apologise for them.

✧ “There is no need.”

✧ Thranduil interrupts, softly but it stops you instantly. “The wounds you bear show you have survived, that you have faced dragonfire and lived. You… you should not need to be ashamed of them.”

✧ The revelation is surprising, but it makes you smile. You thank him, for being understanding about them - and he responds that he always will be, will always support you.

✧ There’s some deeper meaning to his words, but you cannot quite decipher it.

✧ The rest of your meeting is fairly normal, until the end when he asks questions you did not expect. How it affects you, if you can still see out of that eye - if you are in any pain.

✧ Each question you answer honestly, and any complaint that is raised he instantly tackles - doing his utmost to make sure you are comfortable.

✧ As you leave you turn to bow goodnight, and it looks as if he is about to say something before bidding you goodnight as well.

✧ In the morning you receive a summons to his chambers for later that day.

✧ For the first time you walk to Thranduil’s room without bandages covering your face, but you don’t find yourself afraid of him. Of him judging you.

✧ When you walk in there’s a nervous air. But not from you. From Thranduil.

✧ And he apologises, for not being honest sooner.

✧ You watch as the smooth perfections of his face give way to scars that being to mimic your own.

✧ “I would have told you sooner, if I had known you would understand this pain. I am sorry for not telling you.”

✧ The silence is loud, and then you move closer.

✧ “There is nothing to apologise for.”

A/N : Hopefully you liked it! Sorry if it wasn't as father-coded as you liked, I think I got a bit too deep into lore and setting up the story. But this is the second scenario in a row I've been very interested in expanding, so let me know if there's more interest in this universe!

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Hello i was wondering if you could write ghost and a daughter reader who wants to follow ghosts steps but he doesn't like the idea and they ended up in big argument and wasn't able to make up before he left

Hello friend! I love this request and it's something quite similar to what I did for Price a while back. Still one of my favorite scenarios! Thank you for requesting, Hope you enjoy!!

Tried something new with this one, I hope you guys like it! I saw another writing using this format but I can't remember the user. If you know, please lmk so I can give proper credit!

Ghost is a single dad in this btw!!

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|| Ghost With a Daughter That Wants to Go Into the Military ||

Warnings: Wicked amounts of angst but also fluff

Female!Reader // Platonic

Your dad always claimed that you were a little too much like him

Most of the time, he found it endearing

But then their are times he wished you didn't take after him so much

He had come home from deployment and he could tell something was up

You had insisted on making him a home cooked meal because you knew he had been surviving off bland MREs for months

But he sat down and the two of you had a pleasant dinner and exchanged stories on what had been happening in your respective lives

When you suddenly got serious, he knew he was in for it

You scooted your chair close to him and grasped his hand which had been lying on the table then said you had something to tell him

His mind immediately starts jumping to the worse but he tries to keep it under control and let you finish

Then you tell him that you plan to enlist in the military

He is immediately shook by fear and just tells you a simple but firm, "No."

"You didn't even let me explain!" You shout back as he back.

Ghost jumps from his chair, turning his back on you as he runs a shaky hand down his face, "You don't need to explain, the answer is no."

Your face screws up, anger at your father's abrupt dismissiveness, you grumble, "It wasn't a question."

He turns, his face drawn up in a surprised annoyance, "Excuse me?"

"What's the big deal, anyway." You were standing now, locked into an intense stare-off with Ghost, "Your in the military."

"I joined the military to ensure you would never have to. Conversation over." His accent was becoming thicker as you could almost sense his rising anger.

You were being overtaken with such childish anger. You wanted to stomp your feet and scream until he decided to listen to you. You hated fighting with your dad but you couldn't stand how protective he was over you sometimes.

Ghost was now moving to collect the dishes, ignoring looking at you entirely as he moved to put them in the sink. Him dropping the conversation and trying to move on like nothing happened only made you more angry.

"Well, I'm doing it whether you like it or not!"

You knew you were being childish now but that didn't stop you. You turned on your heel and stomped up the stairs to your bedroom, slamming the door for good measure.

The next few days were painful to say the least. It was filled with silent dinners and the both of you being too prideful to start the conversation again.

This continued until the day came where he had to return to base to prepare for his newest mission.

That's what brought you to today, the both of you standing face to face in the living room. He was dressed in civvies but he had his impossibly large military duffle tossed over one shoulder, his balaclava gripped in one hand as he prepared to become Ghost again.

"I'll be back in a few months. I'll send letters and tell Mrs. Davies is next door if you need anything."

You nod your head but still refuse to speak, causing a deep sigh to rumble from his chest. He looked like he wanted to say something but he didn't. Instead, he opened his arms slightly, a subtle invitation for a hug.

You don't move a muscle.

He face twitches with disappointment before he raises his hands to pull his balaclava on, hiding his facial expressions from you.

"Bye, love."

He heads out the door and locks it behind him. You feel your eyes start to sting.

Despite what happened when you left, he does keep true to his promise to send letters up until the day comes when he has to ship out.

You don't hear from him again and you spend the next few weeks sulking alone. Until a knock comes from the door, causing you to drag yourself from your bed despite how your body fights against it.

You open the door and standing there, shifting nervously, is none other than John MacTavish, your father's sergeant.

Your heart sinks, "Can I help you?"

"Hi, lassie," He smiles but it seems forced, "I was sent by your father's task force to inform you that yer dad has been injured while in action."

"What?" Your voice cracks, a hand coming up to cover your mouth.

"He's alright now, gunnin' to see you actually. I can drive you to the hospital, if you want?"

Immediately, all the things that you were angry about seem so insignificant. You regret not hugging him even more. You give the other man a slight nod as you rush to grab your purse, locking the house and rushing out to his car. He doesn't push you to talk and he pretends not to notice the silent tears streaming down your face.

When you arrive to the hospital, John walks you through the secure areas in the military hospital and leads the way to your father's room. He holds the door open for you and you inch inside.

Ghost is laying on the stiff hospital bed, eyes shooting toward the door as he watches you enter. His eyes crinkle from under his balaclava, a tell-tell sign that he is smiling. "Thanks, Johnny. Mind givin' us a minute?"

"Not at all, sir." John closes the door behind himself leaving you and your dad in the silent hospital room.

Your dad is the first one to speak, "How are you, love?"

You crumble. Your eyes fill with tears as you stumble toward your father's bedside. His arms immediately open and you jump straight into them, careful to avoid his bandaged wounds. He shushes you softly as you beginning to release hiccuping sobs.

"I'm s-so sorry! You got hurt and I didn't even give you a fucking hug before you left! I'm s-sorry, Dad!"

"Enough of that, no more Scrikin', now." He wipes your tears away, taking one hand to pull his balaclava off. He never liked wearing it around you. "I'm sorry for not hearing you out. I just can't stand to think of something happenin' to ye. But, I promise we will talk about it. Don't go jumpin' into anything just cause your old man said you couldn't."

You laugh, rubbing at your ruddy cheeks with the sleeves of your shirt, "Ok."

"Love ya, kid." He ruffles your hair.

"Love you too, Dad."

Thank you for reading!

[blondwhxrewrites]

A/N: This is for all my autistic homies. I fucking love you guys 😘. Btw this is based on how autism shows itself in girls/women. Remember for all my autistic girlies, never ever feel sorry for being yourself ❤️

"Mattheo, I'm autistic." 

Mattheo looked at you, mouth agape. He raised an eyebrow, looking at you quizzically, obviously confused. "What's that?" he questioned, his head tilting slightly to the side. 

You stared at him, unblinking. "You don't know what autism is?" You asked, slowly processing his lack of information. Was wizard society really that far behind? Damn. You sighed, chewing on your lower lip. How was one supposed to explain autism to someone who has probably no idea what disabilities even are? 

"Well, Matty, to sum it up, I don't work like other people do," you tried to explain while sitting down next to him. "My mind works differently than yours and other people's." 

He watched you curiously, taking in your words and trying to make sense of them in his mind. "Is that supposed to scare me away because, darling, it isn't working? You're not getting rid of me." 

You laughed, shaking your head. "I mean, it might scare some people away, but no, that's not why I'm telling you this," you replied, your heart swelling with happiness at seeing his positive reaction. "I'm telling you this because I want you to know that being in a relationship with me will be different from other relationships you have been in before." 

Mattheo nodded, his foot repeatedly tapping the ground. "Well, I'm willing to learn. So lay it all on me, baby," he chuckled, his lips curling up in a smile as he looked at you. He watched as you wrung your hands together, and he reached out, grabbing one of your hands and squeezing it. "Darling, I'm being serious when I say I want to learn." 

Your shoulders went slack, and you let out a deep sigh. The nerves you felt slowly washed away with the assurance of his words. "Well," you began.

"I have a hard time with social cues and reading people. If someone is mad at me or annoyed, I won't be able to tell unless they specifically tell me that. While some people might be able to take hints, I can't really recognize them. I need you to be straightforward with me about your feelings." Your eyes darted to his, making sure he was listening before you continued.

"I can't handle loud and crowded places that well. They make me overwhelmed and overstimulated, and that can lead me to have a meltdown. Which is when my mind practically shuts down, or at least it feels like it, and I kind of regress during those. I can't speak or do anything, and I tend to hurt myself during those, like hitting myself. I also sometimes hurt others when they try to help me through my meltdowns. I don't mean to; I just can't really control what I do in those moments. Sometimes even the slightest of things can cause me to melt down or panic. If a change of plans happens, I can sometimes have extreme reactions to it that can derail my entire day. I'm not very good with change. I stim a lot, and sometimes it can look weird. Like, whenever I'm excited, you know how I jump up and down and flail my hands? That's me stimming. Repetitive motions, stuff like that. I also have a weird relationship with touch and intimacy. It depends on the person; for example, I feel comfortable touching you, but with Blaise, I don't. It changes a lot."

Mattheo listened intently to your words, nodding along and trying to make a mental checklist. All of this was important to you, and that meant it was important to him too. He didn't care how long this conversation would take, he was willing to hear everything you had about this.

"I go non-verbal sometimes, and I can't speak or talk for hours up to days. I literally can't talk, even if I want to. That usually happens after meltdowns or when I'm feeling really intense emotions. I have sensory issues and can't wear some clothes because of how they feel on my body. My relationship with food is basically non-existent. I can't eat some things because of how it feels, and sometimes I go selective eating, and it's really hard to eat anything else besides my safe foods. I also just sometimes forget to eat because I don't really process that I feel hungry unless I'm starving. I mask my autism a lot, hence why people sometimes think I'm lying when I tell them I'm autistic. I tend to copy other people unconsciously. That's why you see me and Pansy having a lot of the same little habits. "

You finished, your voice faltering as you looked at him nervously, trying to gauge his reaction. "There's a lot of other things, but that's like a pretty surface-level breakdown of it." You added, looking away from him and at the ground. "Oh, and also, if you see me not looking at you during conversations, it's not because I'm not listening; it's because I'm just not good with eye contact."

It was a lot of new information for Mattheo. He'd never considered the fact that people could, how did you say it, work differently? He'd have to ask you more about it during a later conversation. "I can work with that," he shrugged. 

Your lips curled up into a smile, and your eyes slowly lit up. "Really?" you asked, genuinely worried that he was just playing with you. 

"Well, I mean, obviously, I have a lot to learn still, and I'm probably going to make a lot of mistakes."

"Everyone makes mistakes," you interrupted him. 

He shushed you, playfully pressing his finger to your lips to stop you from talking. "What I'm trying to say is that your being autistic changes nothing to me. It's who you are, and I love who you are. I promise you, I'm going to try my hardest." 

You felt tears prick your eyes, and you nodded. "You have no idea how much that means to me, Matty," you sniffled, and you squeezed his hand. 

"Like I said before, darling, you're not ever getting rid of me."

[eluxcastar]

Number 13 and 14 with Arlecchino

Arlecchino being comforted by her s/o

── ୨୧：arlecchino x reader

୨୧﹑synopsis :: arlecchino comfort drabbles yesyes

୨୧﹑genre :: sort of fluff

୨୧﹑content :: gn reader, possibly ooc because it was written pre fontaine quest, not very proofread, arlecchino is implied to have issues with self-image/perception

୨୧﹑words :: 2.2k

"I could see the worst parts of you and still think you are the most beautiful person I've met." "I'm going to ask you how you are and I would like you to answer me honestly."

IT'S HERE you guys always spoil me 13 is my favourite prompt and you are the first of two to request it. completely unrelated but this is so familiar to what Kae said a few days ago (months now omg 😭) when we were talking about One of Repetition and it fits those two so well 😭❤️

to the anon who requested furina it'll take me a minute to figure out how to write her because I haven't played the archon quest but I'll watch some cutscenes and do my best for you

I'll also be using this because I got it in the middle of writing this and thought it fit the idea I had going super well 🙏 that makes three Arlecchino requests with prompt 13 😭 also second anon you're fine dw you guys are free to do with your requests with these prompts as you like, mix them together, add extra descriptions and rambles it makes it more fun 👍 thank you btw 😭❤ feel free to give yourself a name for future requests if you want ❤️ I love having new anons

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It is not often that Arlecchino shows her doubt, maintaining that half-pleasant façade to hide it all. If all people see is a ruthless woman with no regard for loyalty, then the details don't matter. There's no need to question, no need to dwell. She is one thing and nothing more, and she much prefers for nobody to notice the hesitancy in her drastic decisions, the thin-veiled regret as she watches the children she witnessed grow up go on to become valiant children of the Tsaritsa.

If there is anything more, it is disregarded as her unpredictability. She is a roach in the eyes of others, and perhaps she's ok with that…mostly.

To hear someone say "I love you" is strange to her, though it shouldn't be by now.

It shouldn't be unusual to wake up tangled in the sheets with you by her side or the struggle it ends up being to leave that mess as you try to convince her to spend five more minutes with you. It shouldn't be odd to discover that you've gone ahead and made her tea in anticipation of the time she will wake up or to have you remind her every morning that you hung her coat up to dry after she dumped it over the back of a chair the night before or to see you wandering around going about your own job.

But those events all feel surreal to her, even though she has watched you walk your patrol path a thousand times now, and she has seen you slack off where she sits by the window of Zapolyarny when you think nobody is looking.

You are very real, there's no doubt about that.

The things you do never click with her, however.

Perhaps you are real, but she made up these fantasies after watching you loiter by that one spot in the garden a little too long.

Yet every evening, you meet her in her office after you're officially let off for the day, and you usually bring snacks. You are most definitely there, then, as she watches you struggle to get through the door without damaging whatever you found for her to try, usually only small, a pastry you managed to get that you absolutely mustn't knock from your hands.

"I tried to get something that wouldn't make a big mess all over your stuff," you usually say, sometimes hacking on a 6guilty little "But~ these just looked so good…" to try and excuse you for bringing something that would cover her desk in crumbs.

Arlecchino doesn't mind because you went to the trouble of getting her something.

She got you a special chair to pull up and everything, and anyone else who uses it can deal with the death glare they get or find a different one.

But perhaps she made that up too, conjuring the image of someone fumbling their way through her office door to greet her with a smile, sometimes with jam on your mouth from taste-testing the gifts that she'll point out to you that you hurriedly wipe on your sleeve and pretend it was never there.

Maybe she put that chair there for nothing, and it never really moves, and each time she thinks this, she is sure this fantasy will all disappear.

However, every evening, without fail, as the sun begins to set out the window and the room is dyed an orange hue, the door opens, and there you are again. Delusions can't possibly be that persistent, and you would've scowled at her when she approached you in the hallways if you weren't aware of this relationship.

So it must be real, which she's well and truly aware of. There must be a person out there who sees what she cannot, someone who, by some miracle, manages to see past the things that block out all of the good. How can a person see anything but someone unworthy of their love?

What else is there to see? 

The idea of a person who deserves to be loved beneath bloodshed has become unthinkable.

For a person who has been exposed to Arlecchino's worst sins, who has seen everything, and whose worst offence in life is a little laziness on the job, how is it possible to look at her and smile?

Arlecchino often wonders as she watches you. She how you go through your routine of placing your things down, whether on the desk or beside them, then all too happily mosey on off to get your chair and drag it over to sit across from her. She doesn't know why it's this particular day that she asks. Perhaps the fact it was weighing on her mind after a recent mission had her list of redeeming qualities shrinking further and further. It is in her job description, and there are plenty of worse people in this world.

But do you deserve to be stuck with one of them?

"Did you ever feel pressured into accepting my feelings for you?" Arlecchino asks the question so suddenly as you're halfway through walking back with your chair that she sees the exact point you register what she said, freezing in place from the shock. "Whether through status or power," she adds.

You blink a few times before all the motion in your world resumes to greet you with the image of her staring you down from the other side of her desk, patient and waiting for your response. "Sorry?" You let the chair go to return alone to her, standing in the place where you always put it. "I don't, uh…follow? I'm sorry, I just— I'm not sure what you mean?"

She hesitates, momentarily glancing down before her age returns to you and your uncharacteristic expression riddled with worry. She must've made you upset again.

"You want to be in this relationship? With me, that is…" Arlecchino struggles to think of the words, saying them as soon as they appear in her mind. "Even though you know the kind of person I am, you still want that?" 

She studies your face as carefully as she can, watching the way you react as you absorb everything you just heard and assumedly try to put a response together in your head. Arlecchino has noticed before how you take longer to speak than her sometimes, but it tends to make everything you say more thought out, though you may end it like you're unsure.

"Well, I mean…if I didn't, wouldn't I just—" you pause for only a second— "break up with you?" There's silence after you finish. She doesn't say or do anything. To Arlecchino, that strangely almost makes sense, but you must be far too bold to admit that to a Harbinger. "It's not that I want to! I'm a little--…well, I think I'm just a little bit confused where that's coming from."

"I was thinking about it." You frown when she admits that. "Some of the things you have seen of me are…" Is there even a word to encompass that? "unbecoming of a lover."

Is that the right way to phrase it?

Again, you pause, and the telltale signs of consideration cross your face. An intense focus that barely lasts, and Arlecchino waits through it all to allow you your chance to answer, intent on allowing you that much. A few seconds more, and your features relax, looking back at Arlecchino with a tender gaze. "There's not really one 'right way', is there?" Your question, though rhetorical, strikes a chord with the many impulsive responses that flood her mind, all of which she keeps to herself. "You just kind of...try your best. Things might work out, or maybe they don't— the point is that you mean well and put in the work."

"That's not enough," she argues, "you deserve better."

"I deserve what I want." Your rebuttal makes sense in theory, but what do you want? She struggles to make sense of that part, the answer muddled by all of her thoughts and lost in her doubts. 

You could ask anything of her, and she would do it. Any material possession, every feeling, more love than you know what to do with in any form you desire—physical, emotional, intimate—and yet you never do. You accept her awkward hugs, that it takes her time to relax when you lay your head on her chest, the fact she sometimes snores, that her clothes may very well be covered in bloodstains when she comes home depending on uncontrollable circumstances.

You never ask for the things she has plenty of power to give you in return for those flaws.

She shakes her head, "but surely you want more."

"I don't."

"There is a lot wrong that you deserve compensation for." 

Arlecchino clenches the pen in her hand tightly, feeling the slight distress of pressure around it. She can't articulate what, not in the way she understands it; flaws is too broad of a term to use. You would instantly know and understand what she meant in a perfect world, but the world is not so generous.

"Like what?" you question. You feel that it’s obvious that nothing Arlecchino will struggle to say will shake you. She opens her mouth, prepared to refute it, headstrong and frankly stubborn as ever, but nothing comes out.

There is silence for a moment, and no one rebuts what you say. Nobody can. The only other person in the room fights with herself to yield and give in to your unwavering loyalty. In your mind, she is everything you want. There is nothing else you can ask of her than to simply accept that you wish to remain with her if only she will allow you to through her own emotional turmoil.

"Are you listening to what I’m saying?" you ask, frown creeping back onto your face as it tugs the corner of your lips down, seemingly against your will, "I could see the worst parts of you and still think you are the most beautiful person I’ve met."

Another chord is struck, her heart beating so loud it thrums in her ears like suddenly becoming aware it’s been threatening to beat out of her chest the entire conversation. She breathes, shaky and caught up in her own surprise. Somehow, she didn’t expect you to be so sweet in your words or throw her off guard so abruptly. She finds it hard to believe them. Arlecchino’s worries haven’t disappeared, only dwindled. It helps, if not completely. There is a reprieve in listening to you.

You have seen the worst of her, every crease she hasn’t ironed out, her sometimes rotten personality, her stained clothes, the weapons she cleans in your home. You have seen her walk to greet you covered in blood and gore from a savage fight, kneel before you and hold your hand with the same hands she uses to kill vagrants and petty criminals, kiss your skin with those lips that spill the vilest of curses against her enemies.

Before she realises what she’s saying, she blurts out a question, "Do you really believe that?" 

It is quiet, reminiscent of how gently you looked at her earlier as her voice barely breaks a whisper, and she can’t bring herself to break eye contact with you once she finds the courage to make it.

"I do." 

You smile at her, hoping she will smile back. A faint smile graces Arlecchino’s lips, ever the handsome picture. Her sincerity is comforting after such a scare. You still worry, and perhaps you will never stop with the way her mind likes to trick her. How long had she thought you secretly looked at her with disgust this time? You fear you won’t have an answer again, though you desperately wish for one. As much as you notice her awkwardness, dismissing some of it and observing other parts with more scrutiny, it is hard to make her talk to you at times.

"Thank you." It is all Arlecchino can think to say in response as she forgets what else she was going to challenge you on. It will return eventually, and she will face it again, but for now, it settles. Arlecchino can reasonably bury her doubt for a time.

"Can we keep talking?" you ask. 

"About anything," she confirms with a nod.

You turn away, walking across the room in pursuit of retrieving your chair from its designated spot by the wall. You pull it along, dragging it over the floor, and set it down across from her on the other side of the desk you’ve been talking across. Your seat welcomes you as it always does as you settle into place, now comfortably at eye level with her.

"In that case," you begin, taking the pen she holds and wriggling it from her hands. She relinquishes it without much of a fight, allowing you to place it off to the side out of the way. "I’m going to ask you how you are, and I would like you to answer me honestly."

"Anything for you, my love."

[mikajunie]

how to deal with failure when all you know how to do is beat up yourself (as an adhder)

please read this if you are a chronic self-loather like myself.

i used to hate myself for everything i did; the way i talk and walk, my accomplishments, my daily activities, how i cannot keep up with my peers, all that jazz. and especially as a late-diagnosed adhder this gets worse overtime. i ended up getting into a 6-month burnout, failed 3 classes and have to extend one semester, and i had lost my identity as a person.

overall i was just a breathing, walking flesh with depressive thoughts every day.

but after many many months of rediscovering myself, i have come up with the conclusion that life gets easier when i don't fucking hate myself.

shocker, right? ik this is probably like a 'obviously' type of thing, but i think many ppl with adhd can confirm that this is one of the hardest pills to swallow.

but trust me, you don't need to feel bad!!! and i will tell you how to do it down below. pls read, i hope it helps.

(keep in mind im not a psychiatrist or a therapist btw i just wanna help fellow ppl with adhd)

reminder #1: adhd makes you more prone to making mistakes - beating yourself up for every failure is torture.

as people with adhd, we are more prone to making more mistakes and questionable decisions. we are just built that way. we can work on it, but that's our baseline.

self loathing encourages you to beat up your baseline. your default state. your non-productive mode.

beating yourself up for making a mistake is literally like beating up a cat for sleeping. humans are bound to make mistakes, and us with adhd are bound to make more. it's fine, let yourself breathe. im not saying we cannot do anything right or that our mistakes are permissible, but missing an alarm clock or forgetting things we want to say are not surprising. it's just embedded inside us, so either be miserable for the rest of your life or work on reframing your thoughts on failure in general.

reminder #2: you can learn how to be better even if you don't beat yourself up for it

these neurotypical adults who tell you that you should feel bad about failing are stupid. and whoever tell you that negative reinforcement is needed for you to get better are the dumbest motherfuckers ever.

you don't need to feel bad to ge better.

in fact, once you don't feel too bad about it, you can focus more on how to do better in the future instead of replaying the past over and over again.

literally after almost failing college, i only realized that i should not be hard on myself. literally. i remember deciding i should try being nice on myself and now boom! i feel better AND i actually have been working towards fixing my life more and more.

and you know whats the best part?? i can finally start enjoying my life again!!

reminder #3: not everything you do is a failure. seriously.

this is a thought pattern i keep seeing in every person with adhd.

"nothing i can do is right" WRONG!!!! you do some things wrong but you also do some things right!!!! quit discrediting yourself

now try acknowledging your failures:

cry about it first. let yourself sit in and feel your feelings first. you can continue after you finish crying about it

do some form of meditation that helps you clear out your mind. i suggest just 5 minutes or until you don't feel as heavy anymore

let yourself know that failing is an action and consequence, not a part of your identity. it is not you: you are someone who succeeds and fails sometimes. you can fail, but that does not mean everything you do will be a failure.

identify what kind of failure you're thinking about , why you feel so shitty about it, and what you should do for next time. it'd be good if you could write this down. here is an example from me:

failure: failing out of class

what happened: i failed bc i kept procrastinating and ended up sleeping in, so i could not submit on time

consequences of event: i had to retake the class, paid a significant amount of money, and now i cant graduate on time with my friends

why i feel shitty: i feel so left behind and stupid. i feel like this is such a stupid mistake that was easily avoidable.

and now i have so many thoughts in my mind right now, like "how can i be so stupid? how can i be so careless? this is such a stupid mistake."

now notice. if you also think like this, you are actively judging yourself. you are being so mean to yourself, and for what? would you ever told your friends they are so stupid and dumb for making careless mistakes? even if it's stupid, you wouldn't say it to their faces.

after identifying everything, confirm what actually happened, reframe your thoughts, and apologize to yourself:

"How can I be so careless?" -> It's not intentional, and I did try my best to work on it. It's not my fault my executive dysfunction took over the better part of me.

"How can I be so stupid?" -> Just because I cannot initiate tasks as well as the others, it doesn't mean i'm stupid. i am pretty good at other things, i cannot expect myself to be good at everything.

"This is such a stupid mistake." -> It is stupid, and that's... okay. It's fine. I accept it, I'll work on how to make it better in the future.

when you combat negative thoughts, make sure you combat them not only with facts but also with empathy and future action-focused thoughts.

the key is to focus on what you can do now, not what you should have done.

because focusing on the past is very very unhelpful.

now please focus on what you can do now:

Make small goals for the future.

What you should not say:

"I promise I will try harder to focus" -> Nope, you are relying on your ADHD symptom to not be ADHD anymore... which is impossible.

"I promise I won't forget next time" -> Same thing.

"I promise I will make a routine that I will stick to" -> This is too idealist, don't commit to anything for a long run, it's just setting yourself up for more failure.

What you should say instead:

"Next time, I will try to write it down so I won't forget next time" -> Tell yourself the clear steps on what you need to do. You cannot rely on your brain to just be better, come up with actions that can support you!

"Next time, I will set more alarms and ask a friend to remind me. In fact, I will do it now" -> Commit to things you can do immediately! The faster, the better so you won't lose this momentum. Stop thinking that your future self is 100% reliable. Always assume you need to do it as soon as possible to help yourself in the future.

"Next time, I will try out this routine and see if it works or not" -> Experiment with routines. Routines don't last long, so don't give youreelf empty promises. Instead, accept that your routine will chance every once in a while so you need to learn what works or not.

Apologize and forgive yourself

Say sorry to yourself.

It's normal to make mistakes, and it's unrealistic to think you won't make more.

Move on

Seriously. Don't sit on it too much.

Once you know what you need to do to not fail in the future and you have written it down... just let it go.

You don't need to feel bad to grow. You don't need to feel bad to be better.

You are allowed to feel good about yourself.

In fact, you should feel better about yourself now because you are showing your commitment to getting better by reading this long ass post.

Pat yourself in the back.

Failure has its consequences already, you don't need to punish yourself more. Please get something nice.

Failing is EXHAUSTING. Please give yourself a snack or some gaming time.

Allow yourself to breathe.

We are humans, we are not failures. We succeed and fail sometimes, not all the time.

Be nice to yourself, you have been through a lot.

[melschapstick]

CAMPFIRE ❦

this is part 1!

prologue, part 0.5, part 2 !!

pairing : nemesis!matt x fem!reader

summary : in which you, your best friends nick and chris, your nemesis matt and two other boys from your class, ethan and finn, are listed for the same 6 week summer camp, as counselors.

(^^this is for every part btw.)

warnings : slight jealousy if you squint, nothing else that I can think of

not proofread

a/n : I hope this is good cause I just finished writing and I don't feel like proofreading right now 😭 I already have a good idea for the story of this whole series though, so I hope y'all stay seated even though this isn't smut, you dirty people (I do read smut)

also, english is not my first language!!

disclaimer : i tend to be descriptive (sometimes more, sometimes less), so if you’re not down with descriptive fics, my page isn’t the right one for you. 

word count : 2.1k

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he didn’t want them to know that he did care.  

after looking at those photos for a little, you stand up and pin them to the pin board right above your bed. 

matt looks at what you’re doing for a moment, instantly recognizing the photo. 

 he sighs, but as he realizes that he did sigh a little loud, he quickly turns away so you don’t notice him.

you turn around since you did hear him sigh, and you could have sworn that you saw him looking in your direction, even seeming somewhat sad, but now you’re unsure. 

you let it go, not really caring anyways. 

you let yourself fall back onto your bed, getting out your phone. 

you start to aimlessly scroll through all the apps. 

after a few moments, you realize matt also finished unpacking. 

he sits down on his bed and gets out his phone as well, scrolling through it just like you.

you guys sit there in silence for a bit, around 15 minutes probably. 

you’re still just sitting on your beds, not talking at all when out of the blue, you hear matt say something.

“when does the meeting start again?” he questions, looking at you. 

“3pm sharp.” you mumble, no intention of keeping this conversation going.

it’s 2:26pm right now. 

out of the corner of you eye, you see matt getting up. 

“I’m going on a walk, exploring the campsite a bit.” he states, putting on his shoes that he left at the door of our cabin.

you look at him as he opens the door. he seems hesitant about something. 

right when he is about to close the door your gaze is already back on your phone. 

oddly enough, you see the door creak open a bit again instead of falling into the lock. you don’t mind it though. he probably just forgot to take his cabin key with him.

you realize that you’re wrong when you hear him sigh slightly.

“you wanna come?” he asks, almost seeming a bit shy. 

you look at him blankly for a moment. 

“what?” you mumble, his words not quite registering in your brain. 

why would he ask you to come with him? huh?

“the walk, wanna come with?” he repeats. 

“oh, uh, I don’t know. I’m not feeling too well, I think it’s better if I just stay here.” you mumble, completely out of it. your mind just can’t seem to get a grip on the thought of matt asking you to come on a walk with him. like what? that’s just too random. 

he shrugs, mumbling a silent “alright” as he lets the door fall back into the lock. 

for the next few minutes, you try to let this whole thing go, your minds being a bitch though, replaying this weird conversation over and over again. 

matt? 

the guy that dumped your friendship for some girl that he neither knew back then, nor is still friends with? 

that gullible boy from then, that didn’t exchange a word with you ever since? 

the one that thinks he’s above it all, like he wasn’t the one to ruin everything? 

the one that’s ego is the biggest fucking thing on earth? 

what the fuck?

after another moment of these thoughts rushing through, your mind seems to calm down a bit. 

for the remaining free time, until the meeting, you stay on your phone, scrolling through tiktok and texting with your parents for a few minutes. 

right as you check the time, which is 2:52pm, you hear the door creaking open. you instantly look up, slightly shook. 

you put a hand on your chest, almost reflexive. “god.” you breathe, your chest heaving as you try to calm down from the sudden adrenaline-shock. 

as you hear a soft chuckle coming from matt’s direction, you look up at him.

he’s smiling? at you? and even if that smile was only slightly, what?? 

was he trying to make you forget everything that’s ever happened or what? does he think you’re that gullible of a person?

he clearly doesn’t know shit a bout you. 

yet, you can’t seem to not slightly smile as you see him chuckle like that.

you don’t say anything though. 

the only thing leaving your mouth is a sigh since you have to get going to be on time for the meeting.

you stand up from your neatly made bed, step onto the floor and walk over to the door, grabbing your shoes. 

as the grip of your hands holds them in place, you walk back towards your bed, sitting down on the edge, putting on your shoes. 

when you’re done, you stand up walking towards the door. matt is waiting outside the cabin.

as you walk out, you quickly grab your cabin key from the hooks attached to the wall, closing the door behind you.

“wait does this lock itself or do I have to lock it?” you question, looking between matt and the door.

“it should’ve locked itself as far as I know.” he says, shrugging. 

you push the door handle down, finding that it did lock itself.

turning around, you and matt start to head for the great hall.

the whole way there is, again, filled with nothing. 

trees, benches, lanterns and pure silence are the only things surrounding you. 

as you follow the path towards the great hall, you can’t help but again adore the nature of this campsite. the trees, the grass, the flowers, everything looks perfect. 

you keep walking, still not stopping to look at every single thing. if you could’ve, you would’ve taken thousands of photos of everything already, but you don’t want to be late to the meeting. 

we you guys arrive by the great hall, you see both other teams already waiting outside. 

as they all notice you guys, nick and chris start walking over to you quickly. nick instantly hugs you. 

“how’s everything going? is it at least okay?” he asks and you just shrug as he lets go of the hug.   

“he’s acting weird, honestly.” you state as chris pulls you in for a hug as well. 

“what about you guys though? how are ethan and finn?” you ask, looking between both of them. 

“ethan is chill as fuck, honetstly. I can’t talk for finn though.” chris says, looking at you at first but then at nick. 

“yeah no, finn is amazing.” nick states, seeming almost excited. 

chris and you exchange suspicious glances.

“amazing, huh?” you mock.

“amazing is probably another word for ‘he could be gay’ or something?” chris giggles as nick punches him in the side slightly. 

“shh, stop! I don’t want him to hear y’all! stupid fucks.” nick whispers, chuckling. 

“eughh, I don’t want him to hear y’all.” chris mocks, childish as always. 

“chris!” nick whisper-shouts.

chris just giggles, looking at you. 

you chuckle as well before you guys head towards the others. 

the six of you stand in front of the great hall in silence, waiting for ellie, or just anyone, to welcome you inside. 

a few moments later, the door of the great hall is opened widely. 

all of you turn to look at the door, being met with ellie smiling at all of you.

“hi! come in!” she welcomes you, gesturing for all of you to enter the hall. 

one by one, all of you enter. there are a few tables pushed together to form one big group table for 2, 4, 6… 11 people. 

each of you sit down somewhere. you end up sitting next to nick, on your left, and ethan, on your right. 

“just like that. find your seat and feel free to chat for a moment. the kitchen team should be here any minute now!” ellie announces, but there seems to be no time left to chat as only a few seconds later two women and two men come in as well.

ellie comes in after them, closing the door of the great hall behind her. 

“okay, that should be all of us! I welcome you guys to this meeting.” ellie says kindly.

“riley, anna, noah and james, meet y/n, matt, nick, chris, ethan and finn, our counsellors for the next six weeks! y/n, matt, nick, chris, ethan and finn, meet riley, anna, noah and james, our kitchen team!” ellie says warmly as weal just smile at each other.

“alright, let’s dive right in. I welcome the ten of you to this year’s first staff meeting, here at summer camp ‘blue horizon’! I hope that we’ll each and all together have a great time.” ellie announces, smiling at each of us. 

“prepare to listen to a long list of information and feel free to take notes.” ellie states, already implying that it’s going to be a lot to memorize. 

“first things first, as, I think, I already mentioned, each team will be taking care of 15 kids in total. if I haven’t mentioned that yet, you know now. each of your cabins is surrounded by 3 other cabins, each for 5 kids. there’s one only girls group, one only boys group and one that’s mixed.” there’s a huge pile of papers in front of ellie, she grabs one of them. “cabin W1, chris and ethan, you’ll be taking care of the only boys group. cabin H1, nick and finn, you’ll be taking care of the only girls group. that leaves cabin L1, y/n and matt, to take care of the mixted group.” ellie informs everyone.

“oh , and during breakfast, lunch and dinner, you’ll also sit in groups of 17, the cabin groups, that is.” she adds before diving into the next topic.

“secondly, you’ll find the program lists for each week every Monday morning outside the great hall. there’s a waterproof pinboard that each daily-program plan will be pinned to for that week.  for tomorrow, I can already tell you, it’ll be exploring the campsite in the morning between breakfast and lunch, and in the afternoon, cabin L1 will be doing lake activities, cabin W1 will be doing fun games and cabin H1 will be doing crafting, alright?” ellie says, looking at every one of the teams, making sure they know their duties for tomorrow. “oh, and also, chris and ethan will be having breakfast duty this week, nick and finn will be having lunch duty and maya and matt will be having dinner duty.” ellie clarifies.

“that’s almost everything I have on my list for today since I didn’t want to overload all of you with information. the last thing is about the goal of this camp in general.” ellie says as she gets out another paper that she hands to all 6 of you, all counsellors. 

“as you can see on the photos, the camp was badly damaged last year. the nature is already pretty much fixed or almost done, you won’t be having to focus on that. what I need all of you to do though is that I need you to improve the program, and I mean all of it. I will need you to fix some things, rebuild them stronger than they were before and overall just perfecting them. you won’t be having to focus on that for the next few days, but it will be your task for these 6 weeks. I will get into detail on this in the next meeting. I’ll let you know soon enough when exactly that is.” ellie explains. 

“I hope I can count on every single one of you.” she says, smiling at you.

“counsellors, you are dismissed for now. meet back here with the kitchen team at 5:15pm, alright?” ellie says as she looks at the six of you.

all of you nod, standing up from your seats.

as you leave the great hall, you can hear ellie say “alright kitchen team, now to what’s important for you.” before the door closes. 

you go over to nick and chris. “I’m allowed to go to you guys’ cabins, no?” you question, not quite sure. 

“yeah, I’m pretty sure.” nick states. 

“alright, I’ll come with then.” you say, grinning at nick, not leaving him a choice.

before y’all can head to nick’s cabin though, you hear someone saying your name. 

“y/n?” someone says.

you turn around, being met with ethan. 

“I was wondering if you have time?” he asks, seeming a bit nervous.

“time for what, exactly?” you question confusedly, chuckling a bit. 

“to go on a walk. with me. alone.” ethan states.

“oh, uh,” you mumble, looking back at nick who’s grinning stupidly. 

“yeah, of course.” you say as you turn back to ethan, smiling at him. 

the two of you start to walk away and as you hear chris yell “oh, come on, where are you going with my cabin partner? y/n? hello?” to annoy you, you notice matt standing slightly behind him with an unreadable expression. 

is he pissed?

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a/n : hihi, i hope y'all are still engaged even though there isn't tooo much interaction with matt. also, follows, likes and rebloggs are highly appreciated !! if you want to be on the taglist lmk !!

taglist: @mayaschapstick @ldrloverrrrrr @bel2p0 @mattstrombolii

[sillysaurus]

☀️🧃🌻🎨🎉 🌑🍼🎭🥮💤

Sundrop & Moondrop caregiver headcanons

Sun takes care of kindergarten/elementary age kids, staying in the main daycare/play area

Moon takes care of the babies and toddlers, usually staying in the nursery/nap area.

This is mainly because Sun is higher energy, while Moon is lower energy. Sun loves to play with the kids, running around, getting messy, doing arts and crafts, etc. While Moon prefers to do more relaxing activities, like singing/reading to the babies, he likes to be clean and organized. But They both love kids of all ages!

They will still do activities together sometimes though. They love to put on performances for all ages!

Moon helps Sun put the kids down for naptime, he also stays and watches them. During this time Sun might entertain the babies/toddlers, if they aren't sleeping as well.

Sun has a hard time even lightly scolding the kids and often has to call on Moon to talk to/lecture them, he oversees the timeout corner. But Moon is not harsh! just serious and firm.

If a baby is being fussy during a diaper change, Moon will call Sun over to playfully distract them while he changes them.

Moon doesn't mind fussy little babies, he's actually very patient and understands they cant help it <3

Moon petnames: moonpie, moonbeam, twinkle(s), firefly, gum drop, baby cakes, puddin(g), sweetie pie, sugarplum, bitsy/bitty, baby, sweet pea, pumpkin, sleepyhead, starlight

Sun petnames: sunshine, sunbeam, sunspot, sunflower, (little) flower, petal, sprout, buttercup, goober, brite eyes, giggles, munchkin, silly, rainbow, kiddo, pal, bud/buddy, star brite

Usually they are called Mr Sun and Mr Moon, like teachers, but don't mind being called other names! (personally i think Sun is dada coded and Moon is papa coded)

After hours, Sun spends time coming up with and planning games and activities for the next day. While Moon usually cleans up the place.

Some kids find Moon scary, which hurts his feelings a bit, but the babies know how sweet he is <3

Sun doesn't teach the kids in the traditional way, he prefers exploring creativity/arts, but loves circle time and listening to the kids answer questions he asks/share things

Moons style is to "let you feel your feelings", he will comfort you with affection and quiet time. Suns style is more trying to cheer you up and/or distract you, can be with affection. They are both very reassuring.

Moon is good with the babies because he can keep his cool, he's calm and consistent. Sun is good with the kids though because he is very expressive and can match their energy.

i will continue to update this btw! if i think of anything else <3

[teyamloak]

It’s You

↳ conrad x y/n!

warnings: Conrad is 18 y/n is 16, cursing, smut, handjob, no sex.

✩ synopsis: y/n is back at cousins looking better than ever. She's prettier than she was last summer, the boys around her take note of that, especially Conrad.

✩ note: hi everyone, I hope y'all don't mind that I'm writing about something that isn't avatar. btw Anger part 3 is in the works it will be out soon!!

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it was a drive going down to cousins. I've missed it, I've missed annoying my brother, Steven with my "beautiful" singing voice. I've missed just sitting in our car and listening to music but the thing I've missed the most about cousins was a boy. Conrad fisher. Literally a goddess, a guy that would make you do a double take when he's walking by, a guy that can make you cum just by looking at them, Conrad Fisher. I've had a crush on him since I was a little girl. he was so perfect you would have to be gay to not have a crush on him, even then you still would.

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pulling into their driveway felt crazy, being there felt life-changing. Steven was the first one to get out of the car, and Jeremiah was the first to be outside.

Jeremiah was Conrad's younger brother, they were complete opposites sometimes you would wonder how they were even related, Conrad was dark, very dark while Jeremiah was bright and light-hearted. Jeremiah and I were best friends, he was so fun to be around and he wasn't nonchalant like Conrad was you could always know what Jeremiah was thinking or feeling but you couldn't with Conrad and I hated that.

I stayed in the car for a couple of seconds because I was scared and because I wanted to enjoy everything, eventually I put my feet on the ground and got out. Jeremiah and Steven were talking and my mom was already inside after giving Jeremiah the biggest hug a mom could give. Once I got out everything stopped, their conversation, their laughter, everything.

Jeremiah was checking me out, it was so obvious, everything he felt was always written on his face.

Slowly walking towards me he says "I missed you little one"

"I hate when you call me that you guys are literally one year older than me" I shouted because he was still a little far away from me

"I don't care you'll always be little to us, come here beautiful" saying this while pulling out his arms and waiting for me to give him a big ass hug.

he hugged me like we'd never hugged before, it was nice and sweet. After a couple of seconds, I stood there waiting for Conrad to come out and say hi to me. I've missed him, I needed to see him.

It is like I had summoned him he appeared like he was reading my mind. He was quick with the way he was walking he looks like he needed to be somewhere. he was busy with the hood part of his hoodie but then he stopped and looked at me. He smiled. He smiled at me. He smiled while looking at me. OMG.

He walks towards me and for I moment I felt at home I felt safe. He was still smiling when he was walking towards me.

“I liked you better with glasses,” he says joking around with me “Well I like myself without them” joking back. “you look the same you know that” “Is that a bad thing?” I said, i was hurt in a way, was he calling me ugly? “no, not at all I just think you look the same, yk good looking and stuff” The last part he said so fast that if I moved an inch I would miss it.

“you think i’m good looking and stuff?” I said excitedly, frantic to know his answer “ofc you’ve always been a good-looking kid, you would think your sister is good-looking no matter what wouldn’t you” This wasn’t a question this was a fact to him.

he had just friend-zoned me but also immediately after he had sister zoned me. He was saying that he found me “good-looking and stuff” because a big brother would always think their sister was good-looking.

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waking into the house for the first time since last summer felt so unreal. nothing had changed everything was the same, Susannah  was standing beautifully with my mom in the kitchen they had already started preparing something for all of us to eat.

while they were preparing something I went into my room to unpack. I’ve missed my room, I’ve missed my beautiful light blue walls. I’ve missed my bear. Conrad gave me him when we were at the boardwalk when we were younger his name is Junior Mint.

I grabbed him and hugged him I put my nose to his head, I’ve missed the way he smelt. I loved him so much not only because Conrad won him for me, I loved him because he reminded me of that day. yeah, that day was bad I mean Conrad was eye fucking the girl at the game and yeah it maybe made me cry but at least he won Junior Mint for me.

Jeremiah came bouncing into my room and saw me smelling Junior Mint. “you still have that old thing?” “Obviously I still have it if I’m holding him, dummy” Jeremiah and I were best friends we joked around with each other like this our whole lives. “I know dummy what I meant was WHYYY do you still have him, he’s mad old” he stated while mocking me. “because I love him plus he helps me sleep” “lmao you’re so cute y/n” I laughed with him I don’t think much when Jeremiah calls me cute because he isn’t Conrad.

“KIDS COME DOWNSTAIRS DINNER IS READY” the one yelling was my mother.

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owe were all sat at the dinner table, Jeremiah and Steven were on their phones and Conrad was sitting o looking down at his plate and waiting to eat. “can y’all get off your phone and eat your food” “mom there’s a party we are going to after this” Jeremiah says talking to Susannah. “who’s going?” she says like a man would. “all of us” he says quickly “Even y/n” She says this with the most questionable tone ever, yeah maybe I don’t go to parties but damn. “no obviously not y/n, she’s too young for that cmon mom” I was offended but I was even more embarrassed he’s was not only calling me a kid but calling me a kid in front of Conrad. But I stayed quiet like normal. “I’m not going either.” everyone stayed quiet he wasn’t going to a party?? “what the hell do you mean you aren’t going bro,” Steven said confused as hell. “I’m not really feeling like going to a party today” “Well then it’s just going to be just you and y/n because me and your mother are going to a book signing.” “cmon Conrad come with us you don’t want to be bored, alone with y/n, do you?” “I don’t mind it,” he said well going back to eating.

did I hear the right…. Conrad and I will be alone in the summer house, ALONE.

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Conrad is downstairs watching a movie and I can’t move, he invited me to watch the movie with him but I can’t move.

“y/n the movie is already starting where are you?” while saying this he’s opening my door and looking for me. I was in the bathroom with the door wide open looking at myself in the mirror.

I look different then I did last summer that was obviously but the one thing that I didn’t remember or that I tried not to remember was how my body had changed. My body was completely different i had bigger boobs and a nice tight ass.

I felt good about my new body but at this moment while I looked at myself in the mirror I felt ugly and it was even worse that conrad was looking at me.

“what are you doing tiny?” he had a confused looked in his face but said this jokingly

“um, getting ready for yk the movie and stuff” “Why did you change your clothes, it’s just a movie downstairs, we aren’t going out. Unless you want to go out” he kept rambling clearly uncomfortable but i couldn’t figure out why.

maybe it was the fact that we were alone for the first time or maybe it was the fact that he was in my room

I turned around ready to leave my room and go downstairs

“I wanted to look nice I was looking crazy when I got here plus I just took a shower” pulling my wet hair in front of my face so he can see it “seeee it’s wet” he slaps my hand because of how close my hand was to his face.

“I can tell you showered, you don’t smell bad anymore,” he said this with a stone-cold face that made me think he was telling the truth

we stayed silent for a couple of seconds and then he started laughing like he said the funniest thing in the world. “your face is so funny tiny you look so cute, just like a baby”

why did he always have to compare me to a baby why couldn’t he just stop once he said I was cute?

“let’s go tiny” he reaches for my hand and i grab onto it, this felt nice.

as we reach the bottom of the stairs he let go of my hand, the loss made me feel sad almost alone.

he reaches down and grabs the remote, pressing play.

“Since I know you like scary movies I decided we could watch one”

smiling I sit down next to him, not saying a word

he presses play and the movie starts.

an hour has gone by and we have a blanket covering us now, it normally doesn’t get cold at night but it did today. It was only 8 which meant we were going to be alone for another hour.

Conrad hasn’t said a word to me since the movie started and neither did I, I was afraid of saying something.

but I decided to stop being a little girl I was tired of him looking at me like I was a baby I was tired of him calling me “tiny” like I was a child.

so I did something that I never thought I would do, I removed the blanket that we were under and got on his lap, he was intently confused.

“what the fuck are you doing y/n,” he said coldly

but I ignored it instead I looked him in his eyes and started to move my hips back and forth like I was riding him. I’ve never done something like this but it felt so good.

I kept looking at him and he kept looking at me

I felt him get hard underneath me so I know he liked this I knew that he wanted me.

“get off yn,” he said but it came off as a whimper it was low and soft

I looked at him hurt but I never stopped what I was doing “Why” “You don’t understand what you’re doing rn y/n, you’re just a little girl”

that got me mad rightfully so

so I got off but I wasn’t done, I looked at him the minute I got off and saw that he regretted what he said it looked like he missed what I was doing to him, and from his hard dick I knew he wanted more, so I gave him more

my tiny hands started to unbuckle his belt he didn’t stop me he just watched me; studying me.

I took off his belt and put it to the side then I quickly started to undo his button and then pulled down his zipper he was wearing black polo underwear.

“y/n?” he said suddenly, he noticed that I had stopped at the site on his underwear. the boldness that I had before was gone and I regretted what I had done.

but Conrad didn’t want me to stop as much as he told himself that he did he knew that he didn’t want that.

without thinking Conrad brought down his pants and pulled out his thick white dick. It was the first dick i’ve ever seen, i’ve never watched porn and i definitely didn’t know what i was doing.

“come here, tiny” his voice now bolder and stronger

he was stroking his dick while talking and looking me in the eyes.

“don’t call me that” I said putting my head down now ashamed

“do you have a problem with me calling you tiny”

“yes I do I’m not a baby and I’m not tiny, it’s stupid and I don’t like it”

“well, then that’s all you had to say, now come here before I realize how this is a big mistake.”

normally that would hurt my feeling but this time and this moment it made me happy

i obeyed him like I always did. he grabbed my hand and placed it on his dick, his hand was on top of my hand and he started to grip my hand so it could grip tighter around his thick dick.

he started to move my hand up and down, he moaned loud and hard. I started to move my hand faster as his moans got louder I knew that I was doing this right because of his moans and the way he threw his head back.

“god, y/n im about to cum, be a good girl and open your mouth.”

and I did of course I did I was here for him, I was made for him.

I leaned forward towards his dick and I opened my mouth, he started to stroke himself fast asf

he didn’t take his eyes off me

“omg fuck, fuckkkkk”

then he came all over my mouth and face.

he didn’t even have to tell me to swallow it because i did the second it was in my mouth, it tasted so fucking good, it tasted almost like nothing.

he moaned so loud, he grabbed my face and pulled me close to kiss me, this was the first real kiss I ever had and I just followed his lead.

he was sweet and slow with the kiss like he wanted to prove that this meant a lot to him.

he pulled away and continued to look at me

“I want to fuck you but that won’t happen today, you’re too perfect to be fucked on the floor like you don’t mean anything to me because y/n you mean everything to me”

I was happy with that, I was so fucking happy that he respected me enough to know that, that was exactly what I wanted and need to hear.

“Are you okay with that, my love?” “yeah Conrad I’m actually very happy you said that.”

“let’s go clean your face before the others come I don’t want them to know what happened so can I trust you to keep this a secret?”

a secret, wow a secret.

“why would this be a secret? Don’t you like me?” “Of course I like you y/n it’s just I’m older than you and the others wouldn’t understand especially your brother, he would kill me for having his sister’s face full of cum, and he would murder me knowing how much I enjoyed it.”

“Okay, Conrad anything you want” I was mad but I understand where he was coming from he was 18 about to go to college and I was 16 about to start my junior year in high school. Our parents would freak knowing what had happened.

Conrad stood up and grabbed my hand, pulling me up, “Let’s get you cleaned up”

Hi y'all I hope you enjoyed this part i’m pretty sure i will be making a part 2 which will contain more smut and stuff, also i wrote this before season 2 of tsitp came out so it takes place then!!!!

[chinomiko]

hi! i know it must be kinga boring for you recive questions about castiel bc ppl are obsessed ober him for years but like the other person who asked you a few days ago, i follow you (and ply mcl) for like 10 years and ever since day one my fav boy has been tiel. till this day at the age of 22 he's my favorite and my comfort boy so i joke that he's not a fictional character anymore for me and that i know him personally at this point lol

with that being said, i bet you can imagine that over the years i've been elaborating his personality beyond what the game gives us but he's your boy, you created him therefore you know him and your word is canon, so i'd like to ask a few stuff!! nothing too big, dont worry but here we go.

tiel is an amazing songwriter and since he's very emotional not very good at express it (he does it a lot better now that he's an adult 🥹) i bet his lyricism is very deep and poetic so i have this headcanon that he at first wouldn't like taylor swift because obviously lol but then he payed attention to her lyrics and ends up basically being a swiftie since he likes her writing a lot. what you think about that?

and what kind of music crowstorm sings? like there are any bands that you listen and think "hey this would be in a crowstorm album!" (i have a playlist with this name btw lol). im probably wrong on this one but since this is my fav band i like to think that catfish and the bottlemen are the irl crowstorm, musically speaking

and the last one: another thing that gives me so much comfort is the lystiel friendship. not having present parents, being so closed off i know that lysander is such an important presence on tiel's life because he was basically the only close person he had (specially after the debrah fiasco); if lys didnt had taken the farm and went to college and bla bla bla do you think he would still be part of the band with castiel? im not sure if im mixing the canon with a fanfic i read a while ago (lol) but the band was more of a fun thing to lys, right? he liked writing most (i always imagined him getting into a literature degree or something like this). i also like to think that he helps tiel with lyrics at times, even if he's out of the band (in my head the canon is that they are best friends and pretty close till this day, i pretend lys never left our lives just like armin)

anyways sorry for this big ask 😭 i dont even know if you will read it all but if you do, thank you! and dont feel like you have to answer, i know its too much its just that mcl is my hyperfixation till this day like for real, i have a fanfic that i write still and i even plan on making it into a book sometime. except from the main characters (who is my oc) all the characters will be based on the game's ones :)

ilysm take care and stay hydrated!!

Hellow !

Aww thank you so much and for all your love for Castiel ^^

What a long ask, I'll try to answer in order.

Castiel being a swiftie. No sorry, I don't think he would be. If candy likes her, I'm pretty sure he would try to listen. Also he is an open minded person for sure, so I'm sure he would be curious to listen and study what all the hype is about, it could also help as some sort of far away inspiration, but I don't see him being a fan.

What kind of songs Crowstorm sings This is hard to answer because my musical knowledge is pretty limited and I'm sure I would miss on lot of potential groups or singers that would fit well. And it would require too much research time to have a real detailed and clear answer, but I still did check a bit and here is a little list of songs/groups that I think would have a fitting vibe for Crowstorm

City of the dead - Hollywood Undead The worst in me - bad omens Paranoid - I prevail Trauma Just pretend - Bad omens Ice Nine Kills - A grave mistake Catfish and the bottlemen sounds nice but I think its a bit too soft for what I imagine for Crowstorm.

What is his voice like I think something similar to this (not necessarily the song itself, just the voice. )

bonus, I think this song is so so fitting for Castiel's breakup song, I love it. Dial Tone - Catch your breath

Castiel and Lys friendship. It was'nt mentionned much in UL/LL because I didnt wish to bring too much drama by mentioning Lys when he was not there for the players, but of course Lys and Cast always kept in touch. It is very clearly mentionned in Lys' AL that they keep in touch, that Lys helps Castiel write songs and Cast also like to come to his farm to have a break and spend time together. You should play it if you havent, you'll have a good chunk of Cast and Lys friendship :) However yeah I can confirm that Lys would not like to do it serisouly and professionally, but he'll be all the way around to support and help Cast.