#and women..stop looking at me like I'm a freak challenge

[terryfuckingturniptruck]

Do not look at me like I'm crazy when walking into the women's restroom.

[astonmartinii]

ballad of lovebirds and puppy dogs | lando norris social media au

pairing: lando norris x fem actress!reader

face claim: rachel zegler

everyone is a hunger games fan, even if you say you're not a hunger games fan you are. this includes lando norris.

based on this request: could you please do a lando norris smau with rachel zegler as the fc!! where the ballad of songbirds and snakes recently came out, twitter could be freaking out over it, and then someone spots her with lando or something!! take it from there queen that’s just my like base plot‼️‼️ - @inejghafawifesblog

MASTERLIST | BUY ME A KO-FI?

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yourusername: kinda have a movie coming out, have yall seen it?

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user1: ANNOUNCE RELATIONSHIP NOW

user2: friendships can exist between men and women you know?

user3: look at her holding his arm though that shit ain't platonic

hunterschafer: my favourite girl in the whole world

yourusername: that's crazy because you're my favourite girl in the whole world too

hunterschafer: crazy when that happens huh

tomblyth: does that mean i'm your favourite man in the whole world

yourusername: my lawyer said i can't answer this question

tomblyth: god you get a boyfriend and all of a sudden i don't mean shit

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tomblyth: does our frolicks in the woods mean nothing to you?

user4: WE SAW THAT GRANDPA

user5: sooooo. there is a man.

user6: and it's not tom :( so disappointing their chemistry was insane

user7: babe that's called acting

user8: lando norris in the likes i knew my man had TASTE

user9: i knew there was a reason i liked that man

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f1gossipandtea: lando norris was spotted multiple times out in monaco with y/n y/ln !! this comes after his appearance at the premiere of her new film the ballad of songbirds and snakes. do you think they're a cute couple?

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user15: try not to say parents challenge (impossible)

user16: has someone looked into my brain and pulled out my dream threesome and made them a couple

user17: i need them to give me a chance for real

user18: i am defo anti-paparazzi but thank you for these absolute gems xx

user19: those motherfuckers must've been camped out cause literally got the whole itinerary

user20: this feels like such a random couple but after watching the BTS of tbosas they defo have very similar personalities

user21: i did a lil bit of sleuthing and tom has posts of him at races? so do we think he suggested lando? or showed him to y/n?

user22: i also had a wee look and y/n follows basically all of the grid and a couple of the retired drivers so that tells me she likes the sport? like if she just liked lando surely she'd only follow him and maybe some of his friends?

user23: so like my vision is y/n y/ln either performing or singing the national anthem at one of the american races

user24: someone get this gal in the fia stat

user25: who is this girl? she's too irrelevant for lando ...

user26: and who are YOU? he's not going to pick you girly

user27: she's in the top film in the world for weeks now ... let's not be silly

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landonorris: what the paps didn't get ...

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user28: screaming, crying, throwing up i did not know i needed this so much

user29: i am so unwell this is so cute

user30: i was so on the y/n and tom train but i am happy to say it has been hijacked by lando

yourusername: paps didn't get our good angles :(

landonorris: i'd like to keep the best angles to ourselves

yourusername: no for real, for MY eyes only

maxfewtrell: god you people are obnoxious...

landonorris: you literally told me to stop complaining about being lonely and now i'm being attacked 🤨

maxfewtrell: NOT LIKE THIS THERE ARE CHILDREN HERE

yourusername: fuck them kids

landonorris: what y/n said

danielricciardo: free enchante promotion, y/n you're invited to my wedding

yourusername: the girlfriend effect x enchante goes crazy tbf

landonorris: are you saying i didn't dress well?

yourusername: you either didn't dress well or can't pack for shit you came to GEORGIA IN THE SUMMER WITH A SUITCASE FULL OF HOODIES

landonorris: but that's my brand :(

georgerussell63: the twitch quartet formally announce our disappointment about finding out about this relationship via @f1gossipandtea, we expect a big apology and perhaps and visit from tom

tomblyth: i am THERE

yourusername: eh i think that's on lando .... but real question is who follows @f1gossipandtea

georgerussell63: me duh, i need to check for potential GDPA incidents

alexalbon: i also follow it 👍 no real reason i just like the drama thanks @charles_leclerc and @carlossainz55

yourusername: LMAO

charles_leclerc: i am disappointed in you lando. ALEX WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN

carlossainz55: ???

landonorris: lol would you have even believed me ?

georgerussell63: no

alexalbon: no

charles_leclerc: no

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yourusername: some cheeky behind the scenes pics, including lando demanding to be pampered while i was in hair and make up

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user31: i hope lando can fight (i have brass knuckles on, sorry not sorry)

landonorris: UMMMM ???

yourusername: soz babe they're just passionate

user32: HE WAS ON SET? HOW LONG HAS THIS BEEN GOING?

landonorris: how dare you !! the makeup girlies LOVE ME

yourusername: sure, if that's what you wanna believe

landonorris: they liked me better than you they said so :p

yourusername: they were just being nice i told them you're fragile

landonorris: i am NOT FRAGILE I AM SOFT THERE IS A DIFFERENCE

user33: okay now i get them 100%

maxverstappen1: so this is why you didn't play fifa with me 🤨

oscarpiastri: so this is why you abandoned me at the airport 🤨

danielricciardo: so this is why you blocked me after i called you seven times in a row it was an emergency you ASSHOLE 🤨

carlossainz55: so this is why you've ditched golf dates the last couple months 🤨

alexalbon: so this is why you didn't come to watch tbosas with me and lily 🤨

georgerussell63: so this is why the GDPA chat was muted on your phone 🤨

yourusername: i ain't reading alla that, i'm happy for you or i'm sorry that happened, i'll see you all in the parking lot at the vegas gp

landonorris: ...sorry?

user34: Y/N IS GOING TO THE VEGAS GP?

maxfewtrell: actually could you have him more often?

landonorris: AHAHAHAA :(

yourusername: gladly :)

landonorris: :)

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f1: lando's new helmet for vegas... we wonder where this inspiration came from?

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user38: IS THAT A BALLAD OF SONGBIRDS AND SNAKES HELMET

user39: maybe men do deserve rights

landonorris: the ballad of songbirds and snakes is out in cinemas everywhere now !!

yourusername: i knew they should've given you a cameo

landonorris: THERE WAS A CHANCE OF THAT?

yourusername: no, but it would've been funny tho

landonorris: don't get me excited like that :(

danielricciardo: maybe you could have a cameo in snow white, you are what the kids call a short king... sorry

yourusername: LMAO

landonorris: can we stop bullying me on my special post :(

yourusername: sorry babe, i love you and i love your helmet, thank you xxx

landonorris: THANK YOU :)))))

maxverstappen1: so you're telling me i sat through whatever the fuck that opening ceremony was when you could've had y/n perform the whole time?

yourusername: new agent incoming?

landonorris: I KNEW YOU WATCHED THE FILM

maxverstappen1: i am a supportive friend?

landonorris: you didn't even know her?

maxverstappen1: i saw you at the premiere, went through your instagram, saw you only followed her, put two and two together, went to see the film because we're friends by proxy now 👍

yourusername: i am scared and impressed

landonorris: fine... that's kinda cute

user40: okay soz i love this relationship and all the friendships starting

user41: okay but @yourusername who is winning the games

yourusername: fernando or valterri they scare me

fernandoalo_oficial: compliment!

valterribottas: i'll take it

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landonorris: i wanted to impress her :( she's a lot better at her day job

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user46: (i'm glad he's okay) lando really was the 'this one is for you babe' and misses meme this weekend

landonorris: not wrong

yourusername: GET OFF YOUR PHONE AND STOP TALKING DOWN TO YOURSELF

user47: currently picturing y/n whisper yelling positive affirmations at lando

yourusername: yes !! baby boy is way too hard on himself and NOT on my watch

landonorris: :)))

yourusername: you did so well this weekend, i loved watching you do what you love - don't be too hard on yourself !!

landonorris: i just wanted to do your helmet proud :(

yourusername: i am more than proud

landonorris: can you sing to me in your country accent again?

yourusername: of course

maxverstappen1: is this a kink?

landonorris: 1. no it's not a kink 2. ASK ME IF I'M OKAY BEFORE YOU TRY TO KINK SHAME ME

maxverstappen1: you're actually spelling even better maybe a concussion was what you needed

yourusername: TOO SOON MAX

maxverstappen1: did you just send me a picture of lando pouting

yourusername: yes ! say sorry now !!!!!

maxverstappen1: fine. i'm sorry lando. i'm glad you aren't hurt and that you don't have a country accent fetish

user48: are these the new terror trio?

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yourusername: don't listen to this bozo, he's the most talented boy in the world

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user49: THEY HAVE A CHILD?

user50: that's a dog...

yourusername: just because i didn't birth him, doesn't mean mr. fluffy isn't my biological child

landonorris: i'm not a step dad i'm the dad who stepped up 🆙

tomblyth: tom blyth erasure

yourusername: boo you whore

tomblyth: ermmm EXCUSE ME?

yourusername: lando appreciation post must be mean to all other men, sorry !!

tomblyth: understandable, continue.

landonorris: the most talented??? coming from you??? this is high praise

yourusername: and you BETTER take it

landonorris: yes ma'am

maxverstappen1: is this another kink?

landonorris: MAX?

maxverstappen1: it's winter break i'm bored and you have a GIRLFRIEND so i can't terrorise you in person :(

yourusername: attempt to kink shame us one more time and i'm sending mr fluffy at your ankles

yourusername: fuck it i'll send ankle biter yuki in as well

yukitsunoda0511: i'll do it

yourusername: @landonorris i see why he's your favourite now

landonorris: yuki-san!! can we give mr. fluffy a brother?

yukitsunoda0511: i love you guys but i see you way too much as it is

yourusername: harsh crowd

landonorris: at least you have me?

yourusername: TRUE

user51: my life pre and post y/nxlando was so vastly different - i love them

note: thank you for the request !! i have been swamped with work... and recovering from my birthday weekend. i hope you enjoyed it!! i love the hunger games and i can't wait to see tbosas !!

[perseephoneee]

Can you do a isaac lahey imagine where the reader us on her period and freaks out and doesn't know what to do so lydia tells him what to do

hehe yes omg

period talk (isaac lahey x f!reader)

warnings: fluff, period talk, dumb boy

a/n: try the drink mentioned if you want to imagine running through hogwarts on a winter day.

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Isaac wouldn't admit it, but he loved the cold weather. He liked when the winter season would hit, and holidays were a topic of conversation. Holidays were the only time his Dad treated him like he was actually proud of him, and despite that fucked up relationship, Isaac couldn't help but romanticize the season. It's why, when Beacon Hills hit a new low for the weather, he was excited to see you at school. Perhaps he could even convince you to skip class and get hot coco with him.

Unfortunately for him, your period had started therefore your mood was sour. The cold just added to your discomfort, and you basically hissed at him when he came by your locker.

"Woah, what did I do?" Isaac recoiled, a nervous laugh on his lips. You took a deep breath before turning and facing him.

"Nothing, you did nothing," you sighed. "I'm just...not doing great."

"Whats wrong?" Isaac inquired, brows furrowed and concern evident on his face. You loved your cute werewolf boyfriend, and while he was very helpful, he probably couldn't do much for you right now.

"I'm on my period," you admitted with a twinge of shame. Talking about these things was never fun, even to someone you trusted. A blush coated Isaac's cheeks as he processed what you said.

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"Should I, uh, do something?" Isaac stammered, hands in his pockets.

"Just be you, I'm a big girl and can handle myself," you chuckled, lightly slapping his arm as you closed your locker and started in the direction of class. Isaac stood in the hallway a moment longer, before deducing a game plan and targeting the area of the school he knew the familiar red head would be. She was typing on her phone when he ran up beside her, backpack slung lazily over his shoulder.

"I need your help," Isaac said hurridly, earning a squeak of surprise form Lydia. She set two angry eyes at him, and he resisted the urge to run away. Women did not like him much today.

"Stop sneaking up on me like that," Lydia rolled her eyes, putting her phone in her purse. "What is it?"

"Y/N is on her period, and I want to help, but I don't know what to do, and you're a girl and you're smart so I thought you'd have some ideas?" Isaac rushed, lips pressed in a thin line as Lydia cocked a brow at him.

"Why do you have to make everything so dramatic?" Lydia huffed, flipping her hair over her shoulder. Isaac sent her a look though that showed that he wasn't going to figure anything out, anytime soon. "Look, unless she asks for products, don't bother trying to buy her them-- you'll likely get the wrong ones anyway. Get her her favorite warm drink, a heating pad, blanket, maybe an activity or something calming."

"Drink, heating pad, blanket, activity, got it," Isaac listed out everything, brows scrunched together in concentration. "Anything else?"

"Yeah, during this time, she's always right. Even if you think she isn't, just agree that you're wrong and she's right. Otherwise, she'll claw your eyes out," Lydia crossed her arms, daring Isaac to challenge her. He stayed quiet though, and she loosened up her stance. "I have to go, have fun, don't get killed."

Isaac was never that great at social cues, but he really liked you, and that was enough. Ignoring the uncomfortable feeling taking pit in his stomach, he skipped out on school to go get the necessary things Lydia listed. Starting off with a butterbeer chai, a concoction you created (two pumps caramel, two pumps toffee, caramel drizzle, and chai); going to CVS for a heating pad and a blanket; then finally the bookstore down the street where he found a book you wanted (after searching through his phone for fifteen minutes trying to find the text where you mentioned wanting a new release). By the time he had finished his grand adventure, school was out and he would be able to surprise you.

You were having a crappy day with a side of more absolute garbage, so you were very pleasantly surprised when your golden hair boyfriend comes bounding up the street as you exit the school building.

"Woah, where's the fire?" you chuckle. You finally take notice of the bags he's carrying, as well as the drink.

"These are for you," Isaac stutters, passing you the drink. You peer in the bag and can't hide the grin on your face as you take in the plethora of supplies he got. "I know you weren't doing well, and I felt bad, so I got some stuff."

"Isaac, you are the sweetest puppy of a boyfriend a girl could ask for," you smile, wanting nothing more than to pick him up and twirl him around (he is too tall, you are too small). "How did you know what to get?"

"I asked Lydia," he mumbles, staring at his feet. You fight back a chuckle.

"Probably the smartest thing you could've done."

"That was my thought process as well," he chimes, scratching the back of his neck and shooting you a grin. You lean up, kissing him on the corner of his mouth and looping his arm through yours.

"C'mon, lets go hide from the cold together and I'll bitch to you about life," you chime, the cold dusting yours and Isaac's cheeks in shades of pink.

"Sounds perfect, just like you," Isaac smiles, kissing the top of your head as you walk off back home.

[matan4il]

911 ep 704 first watch reactions

IDK if anyone else will talk about this, but Josh and Maddie were a great comedic start to this ep! XD Also. Interesting choice to give Josh, the currently only openly gay male character on the show, more lines again. Is it a reminder he's there, so he can be a part of Buck's journey later on? *eyes emoji* We'll see.

All of these pretty women (I should also mention that as a non-American, all the gasped, "It's Joey!" "It's you!" "It's me!" are missing me by a kilometer. Whoever Joey is, he's not Madonna yet, if you want me to get excited about him, 911, you're gonna have to give me a bit more than a single name), hitting on Buck and Eddie, and the ease with which both men turn them down... Sure, this is a part of the set up regarding Buck, and Eddie technically has an excuse, but also. Most straight, taken men would at least be tempted. They'd at least bite their lips with frustration. Have some reaction. But not Eddie. And when you remember that he was distinctly not taken in ep 204, but still had the same reaction to pretty young women hitting on him and Buck... I know this ep is all about celebrating the 'oh' moment of another guy, but that's not gonna stop me from rooting for Eddie to have similar realizations eventually (and get together with that certain other guy *cough*).

LMAO So, Buck is meeting up with the guy who's gonna be his sexual awakening, a man who's good looking, gave him a thrill already, is an impressive fighter pilot, and the first thing he can think of to say, is blurt out Eddie's name? LMAO Oh, this boy really is down bad...

Man, that bit where Tommy tells Buck he can have it both ways, he can get certified and continue to serve with the 118. Thanks for the beautiful foreshadowing, 911. Buck saying he's keeping his options fluid... Holy shit, the show really wasn't holding any punches back.

OMG, why is Harry old enough to be making Bathena waffles (and then turn out to be involved in an altercation)? I swear, he was still on baby formula just a second ago. How did 7 seasons just fly by!?

Buck getting jealous over Eddie and Tommy sparring. Considering the fact that Buck was the one getting all hot and bothered over semi-naked Eddie in the gym in 201, and ready to jump into a boxing match with him, this is making me wanna punch a wall myself. The symbolism in this ep is NOT very veiled. Add to that Eddie mentioning how he and Tommy met and just... clicked. In the same conversation that reminds us of Buddie' in 201's first meeting, where they clicked? (even though they were both too dumb to realize in what way) 911, just let me catch my breath for a second challenge! Also, Eddie is dating Tommy more intensely than he is Marisol? Okay. Duly noted. These firefighters are both so freaking hetero, I'm sure that's exactly what every casual viewer was telling themselves at this point. And poor Buck, getting his hopes up that Eddie is asking him when he's free, so they can go on a date themselves, only to be let down. Poor baby boy. But this feels like it's spelling out the answer to whether Buck's jealous over Tommy or Eddie. So, yay for Tommy helping him with his bi awakening. But it's clear who's really occupying Buck's heart and mind, and whose time he wants. FOR SIX FREAKING SEASONS NOW.

Oh, it's continuing, the show really is trying to kill me, having Buck complain to Maddie about how often Eddie has been seeing Tommy. The annoyance with how cool Tommy is, that's exactly Buck's reaction to Eddie in 201. So, if Buck and Tommy will then kiss, what does that say about what Buck didn't even realize he wanted to happen with Eddie back then, hmmm? I also love that Buck wants to be the cooler "dad's friend" in Christopher's eyes. That's his son, you can't take that away from him. And of course, Maddie was his first confidante about his feels for Eddie, she was the first one to call out his boy crush (in 204) and to hear Buck automatically think about Eddie, when he hears, "He's cute!" (in 206). It's so freaking right that she is now the witness to Buck's bi jealousy meltdown. I love her calling him out on it. "Is it circled with a heart around it?" Honestly, this is better than front row seats at the Bachelor mansion. I'm just disappointed in Chimney and his imaginary popcorn that he doesn't get to witness all of this firsthand and get what it means. Letting down all Bachelor fans out there, Chim. -_-

And then Buck's back in the gym, staring at Eddie, feathers ruffled. Am I going to make it to the end of this ep? Who cares? This is fantastic! XD He tries to catch Eddie's attention with the little weightlifting without a spotter stunt, and it's specifically him. Chim turned out to also be impressed by how cool Tommy is, but Buck is circling Eddie, like a clueless Jane Austen heroine, about to become a hit teen romance movie. Ravi falling for Buck's weightlifting attention trap is just getting in the way. Chim asking about Buck's weird basketball hugging session is nothing but a way to get to the ball game with Eddie. Okay, I'm at the point where I need to be chewing on imaginary popcorn.

Athena is one of the strongest characters on television, ever. Precisely because she's not just tough when she has to be, she has a heart, too. The scene where she told the woman she accidentally killed her own son was hard to just watch. IDK how she actually did that. I'm not sure if viewers who aren't moms get it, 'coz I didn't until I went with my sister through her pregnancy. Motherhood changes you forever. You feel your kid moving inside you. You bond with them in the most intimate way possible before they're even born. You go on a wild journey with them after, where every second counts, let alone every hour and every day, when they're hungry, when they're cold, when they struggle to sleep, when they finally do, when they take their first step, when they fail and fall... The love and protectiveness are something different to anything else in life. IDK how Athena, who gets all of this, managed to break the news to this mother, that she had unknowingly killed her own kid. I think to me, this has to be the most devastating scene in the entire history of the show. IDK if I'll be able to watch it again.

When basketball game scene starts, and Chimney knows something's up, I was already chuckling. But then Eddie sees them, and the first thing isn't expressing joy that his best friend is there, it's asking how did Chim talk him into this. "He always says no to me." They BOTH always talk about each other in romantic coded language, it's not just Buck, and in the same ep where we get bi Buck confirmed, that makes me froth at the mouth...

"So I'm your basketball beard. I feel so bonded." Not Chimney calling Buck out, while using the term for closeted gay guys using someone as a cover. I AM SCREAMING. Thank you, 911 gods!

That montage with Eddie and Tommy high fiving each other right in front of Buck's salad face, while their muscles glisten in the sun, and Top Gun-like music plays in the background, like the biggest nod to the volleyball scene from that gayest movie ever made, which we already had Buddie paraphrasing in 201. I am fine, this is fine. I love this burning kitchen I'm sitting in.

Buck causing Eddie's injury because of his jealousy (which again, is not about Tommy. He made an impression on Chim as well, who was screaming, "Buck, I'm open! I'm OPEN!") and not even getting to offer some help, because Tommy's already on it... I hope ABC is happy with their viewership dropping next week, because they've killed every Buddie shipper in the fandom.

"Well, I'm not a 14 year old girl..." Both Buck and Maddie together: "So stop acting like one." Love this scene, love these siblings, love that the reference with the two blonde Sarahs sounds platonic, but it's also from a past season on the Bachelor. 911 really wants you to know this is romantic, and Buck's going through a late sexual awakening in his 30's, instead of in his teens, even before he's able to see it.

So, the conclusion to Buck and Maddie's convo is that he needs to talk to Eddie, to make it better, yet the person he ends up talking to is Tommy, and that leads to the bi awakening kiss... It's a classic rom com switch, we hear a knock at the door, we expect it to be THE love interest, showing up at the right time, and it's someone else, making the protagonist's romantic journey so close, but about to get longer. It's further emphasized by a shot over Tommy's shoulder, in a way that he can easily be confused for Eddie, and which is reminiscent of moment when we saw Buck standing at Eddie's door, or both of them there toegther.

It was a nice talk, I loved Tommy saying he can't replace Buck, I def noticed how he went to talk about it in the context of Chris instead of Eddie (hmmm... I wonder why), but my fave part was how Buck glowed when he heard his son doesn't shut up about him. ^u^ He even took a second to look away from Tommy, to take it in with a huge grin. Then Buck and Tommy start warming up to each other, moving towards flirtation, and what comes out of Buck's mouth? "You don't have to tell me how great Eddie is." That's not how you flirt with a guy, Buck. I liked Tommy kissing him, and Buck not recoiling. Like he's always known on some level, but could never do anything about it. "That's better than fake mouth static." LOL The stuff that great romance is made of.

I'm SO happy Buck is getting this storyline of realization he's bi, I've thought it would be important and that the show has laid some groundwork for it since 107, and I don't mind that Tommy is the "romantic other" who helps him with it. I do believe this is important bi representation in and of itself, away from Buddie, and if nothing else ever comes of it, this is still beyond wonderful. In 2024, we still barely have any characters who start out presumed straight, and are allowed the freedom to figure out that maybe their sexual orientation is different than what they thought, despite the fact that in reality, human sexuality is complex and confusing and a mess. So this really matters to me, as a human being, and as a queer person. That said, I can't ignore the past 5 seasons, and the way this storyline played out, with Tommy kissing Buck, but the whole thing being emotionally centered around Buck's feelings for Eddie, it means that whether they go canon or not (and at this point, I find it hard to believe they'd make Buck canonically bi, taking this HUGE risk of homophobic backlash, and not go there with him and Eddie, but just in case they don't, I wanna say this), it'll always be Buddie for me.

Thank you for reading! If you're looking for more, you can find my s7 reactions tag here, and more of my Buddie meta and content in my pinned post. xoxox

[performativezippers]

here's some random writing advice that i've found helpful, in no order, that i reserve the right to add to at any time:

no one says everything they're thinking. in dialogue, less is more. people don't speak in paragraphs, they speak in sentences, especially when they're not telling a story. let the dialogue be brief, and use interiority (thoughts) to show the reader all the things they aren't saying.

use physical cues to help the POV character understand what the non-POV character is thinking/feeling/not saying/lying about. For example, if we're in Jane's POV while Maura is talking, and Maura says "I'm fine," Jane can notice that her eyes are darting around like she's anxious, or she's crossed and uncrossed her arms, almost like she's nervous. there's no need to say MAURA SEEMS NERVOUS, let the reader get it from what Jane's picking up.

let the reader be curious—don't info dump—but don't frustrate them by giving so little that they don't know what's going on. this is a very very fine line sometimes, and betas can be really helpful for pointing it out until you've gotten the feel for it.

Use paragraph breaks, for the love of god.

Only italicize things that really and truly cannot be explained any other way. "What are you doing here?" for example doesn't need any italics. If you can't get the reader to understand what you mean without the italics, then, sure, use them. but SPARINGLY. use body language, interiority, other words, and dialogue tags (shouts, yells, whispers, cries, she says as her voice cracks) to get the reader what they need.

"What are you doing here?" could be "what on earth are you doing here?" (aka, i have no fucking idea why you're here, my dude)

"What are you doing here?" could be "i told you to stay out of this, lucy! what are you doing here?" (aka, lucy you specifically should not be here)

"What are you doing here?" could be "jesus, you scared the shit out of me! I thought you were at the front! what are you doing here?" (aka, i'm not surprised to see you, but i'm surprised to see you HERE what the fuck)

Don't head hop. Know who's POV you're in and STAY IN IT until the chapter break, scene change that's clearly indicated by ***, whatever. if this is challenge, try writing in first person to get in the habit of only knowing what your POV character knows. There is, of course, 3rd person omniscient narration, but it's really fucking hard to pull off and honestly I recommend staying away from it entirely. Most things you'll read are written in first or close 3rd, and that's not an accident.

Let your characters move around in space. let them notice the things around them.

If Kate walks into a room, i'll probably list what she sees in order of importance, unless it's a big reveal. i'll add voice to that so you'll know i did it on purpose.

in order of appearance: "the body lies in the middle of the big, wide room. the ceiling must be twenty feet up, and there are plenty of windows, the way the light catches the falling dust mites looks more like a church than a crime scene."

with reveal/voice: "Kate bursts into the room and immediately skids to a stop. it's too bright, all white walls and high windows. it looks like the kind of room you'd put a WeWork in, or maybe a super expensive soulcycle. normally Kate would be itching for a paint roller and some blueprints, but today she ignores the terrible architectural choices, choosing to focus instead on the dead body congealing in a puddle of dark brown blood in the middle of the floor."

try to have an internal plot/obstacle (alex can't be honest with maggie about their relationship because she hasn't told her that her sister is superhero) and external plot/obstacle (there is a serial killer targeting aliens in national city, and all three women are on his radar). Best practice is for them to intersect and create layered, complex problems (maggie can't understand why alex is so fucking freaked out about this serial killer in the first act; yes, crime is bad, but like, it's their job? why won't alex TALK to her? where does she keep running off to in secret? does alex even actually want to be with her??)

Everything should have: tension, stakes, obstacles. Try not to make all of that hinge on a misunderstanding or one person being too chicken to confess their feelings. that gets boring and frustrating for the reader.

If you need to make a calendar, make one. If you need a cast list, write one. keep yourself on track.

introduce new original characters slowly. give them one name (first and last is usually not necessary at the start). give us one or two things to remember about them. Jenna is the producer of the tv show. Jenna is mean. the next time she comes back, call her "jenna the producer." then the next time you can hint to her role, like "jenna has her big clipboard and is shouting at everyone to get the fucking cameras ready." if jenna doesn't come back again, don't name her. be kind to your readers who forget things, and help them out by limiting the named cast to people who need to be named. if they don't show up until halfway through, don't introduce them until halfway through. for fanfic, obviously this is easier because we know everyone, but still, please. only have the people in the scene who need to be there. huge scenes with 5-8+ characters present are a MESS.

if your character has two best friends who fill the same role, cut one. streamline so i as the reader have less to keep track of.

banter can be fun to write, but dialogue without movement, choreography, internal thoughts, lies, physical cues, and plot movement gets really boring to read. if a scene is skippable, ask yourself what would make it essential, and add that.

every conversation should do at least two things. things can be:

move the plot forward

deepen, change, or complexify an existing relationship

create tension (plot, romance, etc)

explore stakes

attempt to get over the obstacle

FOR EXAMPLE: Helena and Myka almost kissing when they shouldn't because Helena is with Some Dude? yes! that's romantic tension and attempting to get over the obstacle (some dude). Myka rambling to claudia about almost kissing helena for 3 pages: no! That does nothing on this list. the event already happened, and a long debrief about it isn't interesting to the reader. Let Myka ruminate while she's doing one of the other things. and by ruminate, i mean KEEP A LIGHT TOUCH HERE, ruminating is very very easy to make boring and maudlin. trust your reader; be subtle about it.

[catkin-morgs-kookaburralover]

Hey. To the thought of suicide being 'inevitable', I'd like to share my story to show why I can disagree...if I may.

So my mother, she hurt my father. Abused him. Hit him. Manipulated him. Badly. Stalked him. Then she took her own life. As a result, mentioning her in our household was all but forbidden because it reminds my father of her. He'd NEVER talk about her. He'd tense up and become curt when I tried to mention her. And he broke contact with all her family. This happened before I was able to remember anything. So all my life, I felt doomed to repeat what she did. Because if you're not allowed to remind your father of your own mother, else risking anger, punishment and exclusion, that's pretty hard to do when you're her spitting image. So I wasn't allowed to exist. Not move, not speak, not be. Because I am like her. I look like her, speak like her, move like her. Maybe I even like stuff that she liked. So basically my life became about avoiding triggering my father. How can I do that best? By believing that I shouldn't exist. Because my whole DNA seems evil. Remember, he removed her entire family tree from his life, which is not far from effectively "killing" them. So I grew up thinking that my Mom deserved to be dead, because she was Bad™ to her core, and because I love my father and my father is a good man and I believe his pain to be true. And so I thought that I deserved to be dead too, because all I could ever do was hurt my father just as she has done. Until I took action and found that family of hers.

I found wonderful women who look like my mother, who look like me, and they are GOOD. They have problems too, yes, but they are kind and they are HUMAN. And they made it in life. They did not die because there was no other way. They lived. They still live. And for the first time in my entire life I understood that my mother made a choice. For herself. That she HAD a choice, and that I have the power to choose differently. I found women on different paths of life, and I discovered that I have the capacity for good. If anything, I'm allowed.

It's my father who never moved on. It's my father who is triggered. It's my father who avoids facing up to his past and to feel through the pain and the emotions of what my mother did to him. It's not my problem. It's not me. It's not my fault. It's him, never having dealt with an old and terrible wound. That doesn't make his own pain less true. But he made it about me, as if I was the problem. He cannot stand the sight of me.

And so... I don't know your story, but I know that every family entertains a certain solid narrative that frames their entire history and reinforces their current behavior. And it will continue to do so until it is challenged. So I will go out on a limb here and dare assume that you can't stop self-harming because you are punishing yourself and that deep down, you somehow believe that it is right for you to deserve it. You deserve to die because it's tied to your identity, to who you are, and not to a specific behavior of yours. You cannot help being you, so it's a fault to be as you are.

Because someone else saw or sees it as a fault, and they have influence and authority over your life, likely because they're family (NEVER underestimate blood, but I don't have to tell YOU that), and they have - whether they intended to or not - let you know this all your life. If it's tied to being autistic, you may have been told you're "too much". You're "a freak" (for me it was "drama queen" for wanting to express myself). You're "exhausting", "why can't you be normal". Your poor Mom can't handle you, or whatever (take this with a grain of salt, only you know what it is). Why are you being such a burden.

Darling, pursue self-respect. You do not have to suck up to anyone's trouble with who you are as a person. That's on them, not you.

Don't let them take you. Don't let society, or your surroundings, dictate your permission to exist. You have permission to be. You are loved, and wanted, and known by the Most High.

And I believe that people love you too. But I get that it's hard when you aren't akin to their standards. You are allowed though. It's not your fault. I'm glad if the autism diagnosis helps to set a frame for other people and yourself to understand you better. Congratulations.

Wishing you peace.

;-; thankyou

[flabby-flattie-fatties]

Zeri and Lena have a race, who wins?

An unlikely meeting.

As the stars and the planets aligned, for a few hours, two dimensions connected with each other.

At first, both sides were quite puzzled, one more than the other. However, as the sudden impact faded away, more friendships started to shine.

None, however, were as intense as that of Lena and Zeri. Both women were major fitness freaks, telling tales about how they outran entire vehicles, times where they made fun of enemies while dancing around them, truthfully something to be said about their more jokey and cocky nature.

However, something else they shared was their completely obliviousness to their gain. Lena was in sort of denial that would puzzle even the best of psychologists, meanwhile, Zeri knew she had gone up in weight, however, she never fully realized how much, in her eyes she was simply getting energy stored for when she would actually lose weight.

Both looked at the woman in front of them, thinking how someone who used to be so fit could get so absurdly big, being thankfully that they weren't like them.

It was then that a group of women approached them. Two chunky girls and a tall slender woman, all three with a massive smirk on their face.

“It's nice to see you're making new friends, Zeri" Vayne said with a smug smile as she took a sip of her drink.

“As soon as these lovely ladies told me about you, I knew you and miss Oxton would get along. However, I can help but think that this a perfect chance for a once in a lifetime opportunity"

“Race race race race!!" Shouted the chunky girl dressed in a cat suit "You're both, like, suuuper speedy rum rum! Wouldn't it be fun if you both ran against the other and made this super big energy tornado or something?"

“I greatly disagree with that hypothesis, however, I do agree that seeing you both test your limits would be amusing" the taller woman as she pointed towards the race track.

Both obese women looked at each other, they really didn't feel like running today, however, seeing just how big their opponent was, they decided it was worth a shot, maybe it would be the wakeup call the other needed to start a diet.

“I'm game, I never back down from a challenge"

"Well, be prepared to eat my dust!" Lena said with a big grin, as both shook hands and headed off to the track... Not before finishing off their meal, energy for the race and all.

As they got to the track, both women were already sweating slightly; the battle bunny girl taking deep breaths as she brushed off the sweat from her brow, meanwhile, Lena was resting against her knees, her booty sticking out of her leggings, but she was too tired to get them back up.

“Alright, we don't want to make this too long, so it will be only one lap. First to come back to the starting point wins” Vayne said as she raised a flag in the air. Then, as soon as she brought it down, the race began.

Well, race was a bit of an understatement, it was more of a rapid waddle.

This track would've been nothing for Zeri and Lena back in their prime, the race would've been over in a minute at most. Now? Already 30 seconds had passed and they had barely even left the starting point.

The sounds of heavy breathing and wheezing filled the air, as both women waddled as fast as their chunky legs could take them. Rolls smacking against rolls, shirts ridding up, exposing all that pale flabby lard quaking and wobbling like the flag in a storm.

Sweat poured down their entire bodies, their faces red from exhaustion, their once toned legs now having lost every ounce of muscle they once had, stuck in a life of pure laziness, being left unused sometimes for entire days in a row.

Moira, Vayne, and Jinx were more than able to keep up with the wobbling butterballs even while slowly walking, meanwhile, the others were going at their top speeds.

It didn't take long before both of them needed a breather having to stop, not even a quarter of the way in, already having "ran" for 2 minutes straight. Enough to make the piggies ready to pass out.

However, they had nothing to fear, as their little helpers were ready to come to their aid.

Moira walked up to Lena, making sure to free her belly from under her leggings and lifting her shirt up, letting all that lard ventilate. She pushed a cinnamon roll past her lips, Tracer barely even registering it, she was so tired she was pretty much in autopilot.

Meanwhile, Jinx and Vayne we're making sure their bunny was as stuffed as she could be. They rubbed her belly as they fed her drink after drink, shoving slices of Sarah's "special" carrot cake, whispering to her ear how good she was being, causing her to just keep eating.

After the little pit stop was over, the race continued. At first, despite both of their pathetic performances, Zeri had been in the lead, mostly due to her lower weight. However, after being stuffed so much, the poor girl was struggling to carry her belly around as "fast" as she did before.

She was letting out burps and hiccups between her heavy breaths, having to rub her swollen belly every few steps just to try to calm down.

Lena took this chance, however, it wasn't ever to catch up. Her stamina was laughable, even just a tiny little sprint made her legs feel like they were on fire; she was gaining ground, but it was like a single step every 30 seconds.

After 8 minutes, 4 of which must have been spent resting and "restoring energy", the race was coming to a close. Both girls were neck and neck, their hearts beating a thousand times a minute, their breath being shallowed, their body ready to give up. Both just wanted to crash down and stuff themselves with something greasy or sugary for days to come; however, their ego proved too strong.

In the final seconds, Zeri had to stop, her belly was too stuffed to give another step right now, and at that moment, Lena's hefty gut crossed the finished line first.

Both women collapsed on the floor, their bellies sticking out in the air as their sweaty bodies tried to recover.

“Great work Oxton, I knew there was no way our top athlete would lose that” Moira said as she approached, rubbing and kneading the others gut as she gently fed her more and more food. The obese Brit glad to see she was still top of the top, and even happier to finally have some food.

“Don't worry Zeri, you'll get her next time. I guess that just means you have to bulk up more"

“Yeah Sparks, just relax and let us help you get that runner bod again" Jinx and Vayne said as they rubbed her body, her wobbly arms, her small chest, all the while feeding her more and more cake. Zeri wanted to say something, but she didn't have the air to let words out. She simply nodded as she kept eating.

[sinzkiller]

Let's go to the shopping mall! With Bleach Characters!

"Welcome to the world of living, today we are going to a place called shopping mall, where we can do many things there which you can figure out yourself later~" said Rangiku to the Soul Reapers. "The rules are simple, no stealing, no fighting, no Zanpakuto, no kidnapping, no killing, no experimenting...." she glares at Kenpachi, Mayuri and Ikkaku, hoping they listen to what she said "and don't get lost! We will gather outside shopping mall right at 6 pm, ok?"

~

"I...I think we're lost..." Says Hisagi as he pinching the bridge of his nose. Renji's face expression became serious, he looked around cautiously as if he's encounter a hollow. He let out a sigh, looking back at Hisagi with a huge grin on his face. "THIS. IS. HEAVEN" both of them shouted with sparkling in their eyes, but in reality they're just in women's underwear store

~

"I don't think you should eat that" Worried, Shunsui snatches the donut from Jushiro "Heyy that's not nice!" Jushiro looked at Shunsui and frowned. "This is your 10th Donuts! Knowing that you're not good in health I think it's better if we avoid too much sweets... anyway I'm going to buy something for old man yama, see you later bro" He gave Jushiro a worried look and walk away. Jushiro waved at him and waited until his brother figure was out of sight... Once Shunsui was far enough from him, he took another donuts from his pink tote bag and ate it. "No one can stop me hehehehe..."

~

"Hmmm...I wonder what I can do here" Mayuri said as Nemu followed him from behind. Everyone looked at him in awe, well going to the World of Living doesn't mean he will change his appearance at all....some of them even think that he's a cosplayer. "Perhaps we can go to the arcade, Mayuri-sama" Nemu pointed to a nearby arcade, hoping that Mayuri would go there with her. "No, I am not interested, that place looks disgusting" he replied. As expected he would says something like that. His answer upset her but she couldn't do anything about it anyway . "Hmph, that's not how you treat your little girl" Kenpachi says from behind, heading to the arcade with Yachiru sitting on his shoulder, a huge cheerful smile plastered on her face. "None of your business, Zaraki." Mayuri snarled at him. Kenpachi pushed Mayuri aside so he could see Nemu clearly "How about you join us?" The girl looked at Kenpachi, her eyes lit up, mouth slightly open and she's blushing. "Don't go with them, Nemu" Mayuri hissed at her.

"Well, seems like I'm the best father figure after all, better than Mayuri Kurotsuchi" Kenpachi smirked at him, as Yachiru got off of him to grab Nemu's hand, leading her into the arcade with Kenpachi walking behind them. "Let's go Nemu!!!"

Father's instinct kicked in, Mayuri hurriedly followed the three of them from behind. "Give me back my daughter you freak!" He shouted.

"If you want her back, you will fight me at dance battle since we can't use our Zanpakuto" Kenpachi pointed at the Arcade's dance machine

"Challenge accepted."

~

Rukia and Byakuya definitely going to the cinema. At first Byakuya wasn't interested, but with some convincing from Rukia he finally give up and join her. They' are going to watch horror movie! "I'd like this one, this one and this one please" Byakuya is a rich man, of course he will buy every popcorn the cinema has to offer. "Big brother, this is my first time watching movies here in cinema! I hope both of us enjoy this!" Rukia says excitedly. The movie has started, for someone who often sees hollow and spirit, it's quite surprising when Byakuya and Rukia start to get scared and scream at every jumpscare scene. You know this is serious when Byakuya starts to show his emotion.

~

Iba and Kira has their eyes locked on every men's clothing store in the mall. Well Ikkaku wasn't that interested but he has nothing to do anyway so he joined Iba and Kira. He most likely, will starts a fight with human. It's all started when he accidentally hit a stranger in the face while swinging his wooden sword, who happened to be a hot-tempered person. "Yeahhh??? Wanna fight you little weak anchovies???" Definitely had a huge smile on Ikkaku's face after saying that. Instead of stopping the fight, Iba and Kira joined him, their excuse is "a real men would never abandoned his friends, with the power of friendship we will win this battle"

~

Yumichika is having a peaceful shopping day with the girls. That's all, they're enjoying themselves ✨ Most of the time he help captain Unohana to choose which one of the dress that suits her. "You have a good taste, Yumichika" the captain praised him, which only increase his ego.

~

Finally it's 6 pm, and everyone gathered outside the shopping mall. "What the hell happened to you guys????" Rangiku almost faint after asking everyone how's their day.

Summary:

Ikkaku, Iba and Kira almost got arrested by the cops

Mayuri and Kenpachi break all the machines in the arcade which cause them to pay a huge amount of money

Shunsui takes Jushiro to the dentist because he ate too many donuts and now he has a bad toothache

Rukia and Byakuya destroyed the whole cinema with their Hado 31

Renji and Hisagi.. surprisingly not getting into any trouble today except that they were kicked out from women's underwear store.

"I don't think I'll let you guys join us anymore.." Rangiku said and lean on Isane as her support. "You guys are not shopping beautifully!" Yumichika added.

[princesspastel8]

Chapter 28

Third POV

"What is the meaning of this?"

Eboni's eyes widen at the sight of the faceless man. She should feel fear, but instead, she's more curious. Without thinking, she peeks her head out from behind Jeff's shoulder- getting a better look of the huge being.

Slenderman locks eyes with Eboni, tilting his head before looking down at his three fallen proxies. Intrigued, he moves closer- raising his radioactive levels. "Did you...do this girl?"

The teen blinks her eyes a few times. She lets go of Jeff's hoodie, rubbing her eyes. She can feel some type of pressure trying to force its way into her skull. It's making Eboni lightheaded, but she refuses to pass out - especially after everything that has happened.

"Y-Yeah, I did...they... how are you talking without a..." Eboni tries to say, but her voice is faint.

Jeff turns around, noticing the teen beginning to sway. Eboni looks up at Jeff through her blurry vision. "Jeff, I...I don't feel so..." she starts, her nose beginning to bleed perfusely.

The killer's eyes widen, turning to glare at Slenderman. "What the fuck- stop it! She can't handle it!"

"Y...yes, I can...I-I can..." loud ringing mixed with static fills her brain, causing her ears to bleed as well.

Eboni stumbles backward, Jeff moving to catch her. Her body begins overheating the closer slenderman gets. Finally, the teen lets way, giving the faceless male one last glare before her body goes limp. Jeff holds onto Eboni tightly against his chest, tilting his head back to look at slenderman.

"You fucker! What was that for!?" He shouts, breathing becoming uneven - his rage growing again.

Slenderman calms his powers as he uses his tendrils to pick up Nina, Jane, and Clockwork. The creature looks at Eyeless Jack, pointing at Eboni in Jeff's arms. "Take her to your infirmary. The single room. Give her a light dose of the healing serum. I'll have Nurse Ann handle these three."

EJ nods, moving towards Jeff, who doesn't budge. Jeff keeps his grip on Eboni, ready to bite Jack if need be. "Come on man...you and I both know she's in bad shape."

The smiling killer knows he's right, but he's struggling to part with Eboni. He looks down at her, moving to wipe the blood from her nose with his thumb. He's spent a week away from her just to see her again in this state - it pisses him off. Reluctantly, Jeff gently hands Eboni over to him- glaring at him as he does so.

"If anything else happens to her...if you try anything, E, I swear -"

"I'm not that much of an idiot. BEN is likely to try shit." He rolls his eyes, carrying Eboni up the stairs with BEN following behind.

"You three, take them to Nurse Ann. They've lost too much blood." Slenderman orders after giving each of his top three the fallen women. They nod their head, walking up the stairs. Slenderman turns his attention back to Jeff. "And you, follow me to my office." He commands while walking towards the elevator.

Jeff scoffs, shoving his hands into his pockets. They walk onto the elevator, the killer tapping his foot impatiently. The only thing he can focus on is Eboni. The elevator dings open, and Slenderman leads Jeff into his office. The faceless being sits at his desk, gesturing for Jeff to sit down, but he refuses.

"Gonna explain why you did that shit?"

"A simple test."

"A test!? You knew she wouldn't be able to handle you, let alone try in her con -"

"A test of will, Jeffery." Slenderman explains, tabbing his long fingers against his wooden desk. "That young one, she didn't flinch. She even dared to challenge me. My hypothesis is correct."

"What are you getting at octopus freak?" Jeff grits, clenching his fist within his pockets. This can't be what he thinks it is. There's no way he'll make her.. one of them- right?

"It's not quite time to reveal yet. However, you're free to see her as often as you'd like. You are dismissed."

Jeff wants to argue about this, making the faceless man confirm his suspicions. There's no point in hiding it. He wants to make Eboni into a proxy, but there's clearly more events that need to unfold for such a thing to happen. Maybe that's why slenderman refuses to speak anymore truth on this matter. So sighing heavily, Jeff nods - leaving Slenderman's office, unwelcome company waiting for him.

"Princess? Really? That's low, even for you." Masky snickers, leaning against the wall.

Hoodie stands next to Masky, shrugging his shoulders at the statement. He's neutral at the moment. Toby, on the other hand, nods his head, agreeing with Masky just to piss Jeff off.

"And doll is any better?" The smiling killer snaps back, itching to punch that mask off his face.

Masky's mood suddenly shifts, like a light switch flipping within his brain. "We've been MIA for awhile, never thought we'd come back and hear rumors of you fucking a victim."

"And those rumors were true after all." Toby sighs, crossing his arms over his chest. "You know what this means."

"Why...are you three acting like saints here?" Jeff seethes. "You fuckers started this shit! You three failed twice! Then you shit heads caught feelings after getting some pussy. So back the FUCK OFF!"

"Hm. Says the one who used to fuck corpses. You lay with your only surviving victim and now you're her...what was the term?" Toby ask, tilting his head in a mocking manner.

"Daddy. She called him her fucking daddy! That's some wild kinky shit Jeff! Heh, wonder what her screams sound like..." Masky ponders, trying to provoke a reaction out of Jeff.

Just as Jeff is about to strike, BEN zaps in between the two suddenly. "Yeah, uh, sorry to interrupt - but uh... your girl is awake and...currently trying to kill EJ."

Jeff raises a brow, having to hold back his laugh. "What the hell, really?"

"Gotta see this shit." Masky grins, everyone now following BEN to Eyeless Jack's private infirmary.

When there, Jeff opens the door - a glass nearly hitting him in the face. He dodges just in time, the glass hitting BEN instead. The smiling killer snickers, paying his attention back to Eboni.

Eboni is holding a scalpel near EJ's throat, the male gripping both of Eboni's wrists to keep her in place. Her swollen eye is patched close, a patch covering her cheek and a thin bandage over her split lip.

EJ glances at the door, still struggling to get Eboni away from him. "You - get her off!"

Jeff sighs, walking further into the room - noticing the strange look in the teen's eyes. Yes, her eye is crazed but also showing a hit of fear. What could she be scared of after all that she's faced today?

"Eboni!" Jeff calls to her, trying to get the girl to snap out of it - which doesn't work. Grumbling curses, he uses a different term. "Princess! I know you hear me!" He shouts.

Eboni tenses, raising her head to look at Jeff - grip still on the scalpel. "Drop it." He orders.

Eboni shakes her head, challenging the command. Jeff raises a brow, crossing his arms over his chest as he stares her down - making Eboni give in completely. Clicking her tongue, she drops the scalpel, slumping back in her bed. The smiling killer grins, moving onto the medical bed.

He moves to place an arm around her shoulder, leaning to whisper into her ear. "Good girl." He said, causing Eboni to melt against him.

"I'm...actually a bit envious. How did you make her so...obedient?" Masky asks, tilting his head at the two.

Jeff shrugs, looking down at Eboni. "She came this way."

"That's....interesting.." Toby said, leaning against the wall.

"Hm..." Hoodie grins, thinking of someone similar to Eboni.

"Why did you attack EJ?" Jeff asks, his foucs one hundred percent on her now.

Eboni pouts, pointing to the contents that she knocked down from his medical tray. The items are a needle, medical stitching supplies, and gloves. Jeff raises a brow as he moves closer.

"Scared of needles?"

Eboni quickly nods her head, moving onto Jeff's lap without a second though. She hides her face in the crook of his neck, gripping his hoodie with her good hand. Anything involving hospitals brings back traumatic memories of her childhood.

Jeff sighs, looking at EJ. "What the damage?"

"Well...her ankle is broken, and her right hand is getting worse by the minute, but once I inject the healing serum - she'll heal only slightly since it's a small dose."

"Once given the serum, then what?"

"I'm...well, her hand needs to be stitched so -"

Eboni shaked her head again, body beginning to tremble. "No... no! Don't come near me!" She shouts, letting go of Jeff and moves to attack EJ again.

Jeff's eyes widen, quickly wrapping his arms around her waist and locking her in place against his chest. "Seriously!? What is your d-"

The trembling worsens, the look in her eyes showing complete fear as Eboni begins to hyperventilate. It seems like the girl is slipping into complete hysterics.

"Momma... Papa...where are Momma and Papa?!"

"...no...NO! WHERE ARE MOMMA AND PAPA!?"

"Hold the patient down!"

"But she's just a kid!"

"And her injuries will get worse! She needs to be sedated!"

"They're not dead!...MOMMA AND PAPA ARE NOT DEAD! THEY'LL COME BACK! THEY PROMISED TO NEVER LEAVE!"

Tears. Heavy tears with soft, quiet sobs. Her eyes never blinking. This fear of hospitals, fear of doctors- given to her due to the world shattering news of her parents' death and her remaining family wanting nothing to do with her. Being forced into foster care. Forced to endure that abuse, all because her parents left her behind.

"They...th-they promised...to never leave. They promise..." she whispers through her soft sobs, refusing to look away from Jack.

Jeff is honestly confused. He's never witnessed this side to Eboni. He's never seen her in such a broken and distressed, filled state, but oddly enough, he knows just what to do - much to everyone's surprise. He gently grabs her chin, forcing the teen to turn her head and look at him - his eyes holding a softness she's never seen in them before.

"I'm right here."

Eboni's trembling calms a bit, but her breathing is still uneven. "B-But...they promised.."

Jeff has no idea what she's talking about but plays along. "And they broke it. They left you to suffer, but I never will."

Her breathing calms, trembling stops, but her tears continue to fall. "P-Promise?"

Jeff grins, using his thumb to wipe a bit of her fallen tears. "I promise princess."

Sniffling, she turns around, snuggling against him again as she rests her head on his shoulder. Eboni holds out her shaky, injured hand, allowing EJ to stitch her up.

First, the cannibal places an IV in her arm - allowing the healing serum and a bit of sedatives to run into her bloodstream. Once he sees it taking effect, he begins stitching up her hand, Eboni flinching away every now and then, but Jeff calms her down each time. When done, he wraps her hand - stepping away to give the two their much needed space.

"Sleepy..." she whispers, glancing up at Jeff while pouting a bit.

He sighs, kissing her forehead. "I'll stay right here. Go to sleep, princess."

With a grip still on his hoodie, she closes her eyes, giving in to the sedatives and falling into a deep slumber. Noticing this, Jeff himself smiles genuinely.

He still can't comprehend why he cares so much for Eboni. He doesn't like how attached he is, but in this moment, he can't help but feel a sense of comfort and relief with her clinging to him in her sleep. Everyone is stunned at the sight. No one would've guessed that THE 'Jeff the killer' can ever be this soft & gentle with anyone. Most thought it just wasn't in his DNA, and to be fair, it's not in most of theirs either.

BEN clears his throat, breaking Jeff from his calming thoughts. "Fuck are you idiots still doing here!?" He whisper shouts. "She's sleeping so leave!"

"Good. Gives us the chance to ask questions." Toby said, no one showing any signs of leaving.

"Tch, what makes you think I'll answer to you?"

"We're all in the same boat here - kinda." Masky shrugs.

"Not all." Hoddie grumbles, eyeing BEN and EJ.

"Considering she almost stabbed me with my own tools, I have the right to be here."

"I helped bug their phones so -"

"Ok, ok - just get on with it." Jeff snaps, still keeping his tone at a whispers.

"How long?" ,asks Masky.

"About two months." He hums, pushing a strain of hair out of Eboni's face.

"How did you two meet?" Toby asked, wanting more details than the rumors he heard around the mansion.

"Her old foster family moved into my old house. BEN told me, and it pissed me off. So I stalked the place a bit and noticed...her." he grins. "I didn't get why she wouldn't just kill those fuckers, plus she knew I was watching her but did nothing, 'cept put on that little show on fucking roller skates." He chuckles. "So I killed them for her, ironically enough it was all a job slenderman gave me. Thinking back now... he really does want to make her one of us..." Jeff frowns.

"Heh, guess we are in the same boat." Masky sighs, moving towards the door.

"Slenderman gave a reason why he wants yours? Killed anyone around her to stir things up?" Jeff ask, generally curious since that's what slenderman is doing with him.

Masky looks back, reaching into his pocket for a cigarette. "The opposite really. I'm just...there for show." And with that, Masky leaves- hoddie following behind.

Jeff eyes Toby, frowning. "Fuck man, what else do you just need to know?" He hiss.

"Nothing." He glances at Eboni as he walks to the door. "Nothing at all." He frowns, giving Jeff a knowing look before leaving.

"You two. Leave. I'm not answering anymore bullshit. Fucking tired too."

"Yeah yeah. Get that beauty sleep." BEN winks before quickly leaving the room, not wanting anything else thrown at him.

"Mhm. Alright." He glances at Eboni and grins. "She sure is a handful huh?"

"You have....no idea." He sighs, looking down at Eboni once more smiling. "But.... I like her like that."

[track-five]

Do you ever get self conscious about your writing? I’ve been writing for a long time but have recently started writing within this fandom, and just feel like everything I write isn’t good/wouldn’t be liked. I haven’t felt so insecure/self conscious about my writing in a while (honestly, my writing is usually something I can compliment myself on so this feeling has been very weird). I was just wondering if you can relate to this feeling at all and how you deal with it if so. I personally love your writing and it’s what inspired me to pick writing back up, but I can’t shake this feeling and wondered if you had any tips/advice?

always. always always.

i get so self-conscious about my writing that i'll spend a half hour on a sentence so it doesn’t make me sound stupid. i’ll reread fics and realise i used the word “forehead” three times in one paragraph, and then i have to sit there for a while and contemplate deleting my entire digital footprint.

i don't think i'm the best writer in the world by any means, but i have been doing this since i was very young. i write a lot of mediocre shit for sure, but i'm also featured in a published book, so i know i'm capable and at least half-decent at what i do. even with that confidence, i also almost quit this a few years ago. context below if you're interested lol

a few years ago, i got anonymous comments on a specific fic telling me i was disgusting, i should be ashamed of myself, it was the worst thing they ever read, i’m pathetic for writing at my “big age”, calling me an embarrassment to women (i'm not one?), etc. they also called me a furry because i used the word “purred” to describe someone talking? shoutout to the furries but i am, in fact, not a furry and was very confused by that accusation! i don't know if it was one person or multiple, but it really fucked me up. ever since then i’ve been much more anxious to post, but it's gotten better over time.

it's not likely that you'll encounter a goblin like that, but if you ever end up in that situation, turn off anonymous comments. if someone wants to tell me how shit my work is, go ahead! i can take criticism...but if they’re going to be a dick, they've gotta be brave enough to be off anon. be traceable so i can see exactly how much better your work is than mine! stand by your words, coward! let me read your freaky shit so i can see how concerned i should be over your moral and linguistic concerns! anyone who treats others like shit online while they hide behind their profile, anonymous or not, has some serious issues to confront that are not a reflection of your hard work.

something to keep in mind is that most people who start a fic that isn’t their taste will simply stop reading it and find something else. they’re (probably) not going to call you a furry or a disgrace. you'll find out what people do like about your work, and it will help you to find areas you feel more confident in. for example: i've been told i write certain tropes/situations well, so i now feel more open to stretch beyond my comfort zone when i know i've written a good foundation.

if you go into it with the knowledge that you’re doing it for yourself and that you are personally happy with what you wrote, there’s no need to feel self-conscious (easier said than done). who’s going to know that you wrote it? unless you tell someone, nobody will connect it back to you. we’re all just freaks on the internet looking for something to do with our time, right? writing what i do serves a purpose for me, i'm just lucky enough that there are others out there seeking the same comfort (and offering me the input and support to keep improving). as long as what i've posted helped me process an emotion, was fun to write, challenged me to improve, etc...i feel more confident about sharing it. if you gained something from the experience of getting those words out, that's what matters most.

also...i did realise that in order for someone to comment on my fic being the worst thing they ever read, they chose to sit there and waste their precious time reading it all…so either they’re god’s bravest soldier for consuming that shit content, or it was good enough to keep their attention for a few thousand words

[the-madrigals-bitch]

Hey! I saw your requests are open! How about Bruno dearest x reader with the prompt “Are you ashamed of me?”, hopefully some angst with fluff at the end? Can’t wait to see what you make of it 😊💛

Hi! I wanted to start this by saying thank you personally for giving me my first request, you're the best! I also wanted to thank everyone who interacted with my post and left a request, it really means a lot to me. All the ones I've gotten so far will be written! I work throughout the week though,so there might be some time between them, but I will write them I swear!

This request was a fun challenge as I never write angst because I'm a big baby when it comes to sad stuff, but I hope I did right by you with this writing!

Ashamed

Bruno Madrigal x gn reader

Words: 2.8k

Angst with a fluffy ending

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Y/N found themselves outside of Bruno Madrigal's vision cave, as they did everyday. Bruno sat in the sandy chamber, his forehead pressed against his knees, a bright emerald slab glowing in the sand beside him.

"Bruno?" You spoke softly as you approached. "What's wrong cariño?" You knew the question was stupid the second it left your mouth, you knew exactly what was wrong when you asked.

He dropped one hand from his knees onto the tablet beside him and held it up for you to look at. His hand hit the sand with a soft pelt when the weight left it, your brow quirked up in confusion as you started at Bruno's vision.

"A dead fish?" You whispered, unsure of what that could possibly mean. Finally, he raised his head and you realized how tired he looked, the bags under his green eyes were thick and dark.

"I saw her pet goldfish dying yesterday and today pfft," he blew a raspberry, dramatically putting his thumb down in front of you. "She came back today calling me a murderer, a bad omen, a freak," he spoke, dejected.

You frowned, watching your love retreat back into himself. You hated that Bruno's gift left him with a bad reputation in Encanto. Why could no one seem to understand that he didn't cause these futures, he merely saw them. Maybe they just needed someone to blame for their shortcomings and the person they chose to bear that burden was the youngest Madrigal son.

"Amor," You frowned, reaching forward to take both of his hands into your own. "Let's get out of here, you need a break from this place and the fresh air might do you some good.”

“I can’t go out in public Y/N, you know what’s waiting for me out there. They’ll be all like ‘oh look it’s Bruno Madrigal the creepy future seeing goldfish slayer’. It’ll be better for you if you aren’t seen out with a weirdo like me-”

“Bruno Madrigal,” You spoke sternly before he could finish. “Don’t you dare finish that sentence.” His lips pressed into a thin line as you spoke and you stood slowly, prompting him to stand with you. “You are not a weirdo and I don’t ever want to hear you call yourself that again, entiendes?”

He nodded, eyes trained on your hands, “I just...don’t know if it’s a good idea Y/N, I could just wait for you here and-” he was cut off once again, this time by you leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.

“Please Brunito?” You asked in the sickliest sweet tone you could manage. “When I stopped by the bakery this morning Senor Herrera was putting a fresh batch of pandebono in the oven. If we leave now we’ll get it while its still hot.” The pair of you had a puppy dog eye contest that you would inevitably win before you made your way into town. The horrified gazes people gave you pair as they whispered amongst themselves was making you more self conscious than you thought it would as you walked through the plaza.

“How could they be seen with him,” one woman whispered.

“Such a shame to see someone like them end up with a troublemaker like him,” another added.

The men, women, and children that usually greeted you with beaming smiles stayed clear of your path and wouldn’t meet your eyes as you walked with the Madrigal man. Most of the baker's customers cleared out the second the two of you stepped inside, the few that stayed gawked like you had a second head growing out of your neck while you ordered,

“Good morning Señor Herrera!” You exclaimed.

“Buenos dias Y/N,” the usually enthusiastic baker spoke in an abnormally unenthused tone that made your heart sink. "How can I help you today?"

"Two pandebolos with cafe please."

He didn't say another word or look you in the eyes as he gave you your bread and rang you up. Bruno began telling you about his day when you'd sat down, but all you could focus on was the way people who you'd previously called friends now looked at you in disdain.

"Y/N?" Bruno asked, promoting you to bring your focus back to the man in front of you. "Are you alright mi vida?"

You nodded just a little too quickly to be believed and he turned to see what you'd been so distracted by.

"My cafe needs more sugar!" You exclaimed, standing so quickly that your chair fell behind you, only adding your embarrassment. "I was looking at the table with sugar and leche on it back there. Do you need anything?"

The dark haired man eyed you suspiciously, but shook his head no. You tried to ignore the gazes that burned holes into your body as you walked to the small table. You gave a small smile to the woman and child already standing there, you recognized them, you’d helped the mother locate her child after he'd gotten lost in the dense jungles surrounding town. They didn’t smile when the noticed you approaching though, instead the young mother grabbed her son by the wrist and pulled him away as quickly as she could. You faltered, standing in place while they watched you closely as if you were some dangerous animal and when you stepped forward, they flinched.

It was too much, you turned on your heels and rested your hand on Bruno’s shoulder. “Let’s go Bruno, please.” He looked over his shoulder at you, mouth stuffed with the savory bread.

“Are you sure? We just got here and you haven’t even touched your pan,” he questioned once he swallowed the food in his mouth. He had just begun to relax despite the glares and whispers, you always made him feel better. The small corner where you were sat quickly calmed him as he had only his beloved to look at, it was like his own perfect little world.

“I’m sure, we can take it back to your place,” you responded, once again just a little too quickly for comfort. “I’m sure the rats would appreciate some bread anyway, just please.”

He nodded, more concerned for you than anything else as he stood from the table, the still warm bread wrapped in a towel in his hands. You glanced quickly over your shoulder to the people who watched you and your boyfriends movements carefully, an action that didn’t go unnoticed by Bruno. He turned to see what was bugging you and his heart dropped as he realized now why you were suddenly so eager to leave. Bruno always felt like he wasn’t enough for you, everyone in Encanto adored you and it was obvious how they felt about him. He knew he’d drag your reputation through the mud because he was Bruno and he always ruined everything for the people he loved the most.

He felt your body tense when he reached down between you and caught your hand in his own and although didn’t tear your hand from his, the action hurt him deeply. He noticed the way you held his hand looser than normal and the way yours eyes darted between the people around you nervously. You both sat at the long table in silence when you made it back to Casita, occasionally a rodent would skitter onto the table to graciously accept any crumbs you were willing to part with and break the tension. You left swiftly after you’d finish eating, pressing a quick kiss to your boyfriends cheek and telling him you’d see him again tomorrow before exiting the house.

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You hadn’t tried to set up another date in public with Bruno for a few days following the incident, instead opting to stay inside for what you called ‘quality time’ together. He knew it was bullshit, he knew how much you hated being cooped up inside and he knew how much you loved to be under the warm sun. His stomach twisted at the thought of you being too embarrassed to be seen with him, but he wouldn’t be surprised, he’d be embarrassed to be seen in public with him too. His thoughts raced as his head rested on your chest while your fingers ran through his dark locks.

“How about we go out today? Pepa was telling me that Senor Herrera has started experimenting with new bread recipes, she brought back like 7 loaves yesterday so they must be good,” he suggested quietly, peeking up at you though his lashes.

You shook your head allowing your hand rest atop his head, “If Pepa bought so many then why don’t we just ask her to share one? I’ll replace it tomorrow when I come by.”

“Well why take hers when we can go pick up our own mi vida? The bakery isn’t far and the bread will be warm and fresh if we go pick it up, besides the fresh air would do us some good. We’ve been spending way too much time inside.”

Your lips pressed into a thin line, “I just want to stay inside with you amorcito, why do we have to go out?”

Bruno sighed, removing himself from your chest and staring at you with piercing green eyes, “Because you always want to go out Y/N, in all the years I’ve known you this is the most time I’ve ever seen you spend inside. What’s wrong with a short walk to the bakery?”

“And you never want to go outside,” you countered, a dry chuckle following your words.  “Nothing is wrong with walking, I just don't feel like going out. Maybe I’m just doing what you want for once.”

“Or maybe,” the dark haired man mumbled to the floor. “You're embarrassed to be seen with me.”

“What?” You questioned, eyes wide in shock and horror at his words. "Don't be ridiculous amor, where are you getting this from?" You played dumb, hoping he'd drop the subject.

“You seriously think I didn’t notice how you all of the sudden wanted to leave the bakery after you suggest we go there Y/N? You think I haven’t noticed the way you look around to see if anyone's watching us when I say my goodbyes to you outside?” he spoke softly, but each word drove a nail into your heart as you realized how terrible you’d been. “You think I didn't notice how you look around to make sure no ones watching before you let me kiss you goodbye?"

You sat in stunned silence, you wanted to tell him that he didn't know what it was like to have people stare at you like you were a monster, but he knew exactly what it was like, people looking at you like a monster was Bruno Madrigals whole life. Your heart went heavy with guilt as you realized that he was right, you’d been treating him horribly, you had made him think that you were embarrassed of him. Tears began welling up in your own eyes as you searched for the right thing to say.

“Are you ashamed of me Y/N?" He asked, eyes glazed over with tears. The question was like a punch to the gut, it sucked the air out of you as he spoke. "It’s okay if you are, I would be too. I mean look at me, I’m a freak who’s never done anything right in his life. No matter how hard I try I just can't make anyone happy-”

“Bruno.” You interrupted as tears started rolling down his cheeks.

“I ruin everything for everyone, even the people I love, I even managed to ruin this!" He motioned between you two as he spoke. "Maybe everyone’s right, you’re too good for me and this relationship should've never started in the first place-”

"Bruno." You tried again, the sound of your heart shattering in your ears far too loud to hear anything else Bruno was saying. You weren't mad at him, you couldn't be, you did this to yourself. Tears fell freely from your eyes as you tuned yourself back in to what he was saying.

“They’re never going to stop looking at you that way until you distance yourself from me. Y/N, you mean the world to me, but this relationship is going to ruin your reputation. They’re going to ostracize until this ends, it has to end. I can't ruin you any further, I love you too much to let you ruin yourself Y/N."

Your heart was pounding against your ribcage, you hadn’t exchanged ‘I love you’s’ yet and he just said it, but not under the circumstances you'd hoped he would. You couldn't stop yourself, you surged forward, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck and burying your wet face into it. You thought he'd push you away and ask you to leave, you'd understand if he did after the way you'd made him feel, but he didn't. He didn't hug you back either though and after a few moments of him not reciprocating, you pulled away, wiping at the tears on your cheeks and sending him a small, sad smile. You understood, you did this to yourself,

"You're wrong Bruno," you finally spoke. "You didn't ruin this, I did. How could I ever be deserving of you when I'm just as bad as everyone else?" He stared back at you, eyes wide, but not moving, you took his hands gently, "I wish you nothing but happiness from this point forward Bruno, even if it isn't with me and I'm so sorry for how I've treated you these past few days, it was wrong of me to give into my own insecurities. You are the most amazing thing that's ever happened to me Bruno Madrigal, and you are not a freak. You're an amazing man blessed with an amazing gift that's gonna help so many people, you're just misunderstood and I feel so lucky to have loved and to have been loved by-" You were cut off, this time by Bruno surging forward and pressing his lips to yours. His mouth smashed onto yours a little too roughly and you were sure that your lip would be bleeding when you pulled away, but you wrapped yourself around him again, a small sigh of relief escaping your mouth while you kissed. If this was the last time you'd ever kiss Bruno Madrigal, you were happy for such a beautiful goodbye. You weren't sure who broke the lip lock, but another sad smile overtook your features when it was over.

"I love you too, Bruno, and I'm so sorry that I ruined us," you spoke, tone gentle as you cupped his cheek lightly. He said nothing as you turned and made your way out of Casita, you broke once the door closed behind you. You had almost made it home before you heard a shout behind you,

"Y/N! Y/N wait please!"

You turned to see your now ex boyfriend running after you, arms flailing as he yelled. The people of Encanto stared at him in confusion and concern as he ran over to you.

"Bruno? What's wrong?" you asked, a spark of a hope igniting in your heart as he came closer.

"Give me a second," he said, doubling over and breathing heavily. "I need to catch my breath, you walk really fast for a person with short legs you know." You stood in silence until he revealed why he'd chased after you. "You forgot something," he finally spoke, snuffing out any hope you'd previously felt.

"Oh," you spoke, trying not to sound too disappointed. "Thank you." You held your hand out, waiting for him to drop whatever it was you'd left behind in your palm. Nothing fell though, instead Bruno placed his hand in yours and smiled awkwardly, you looked at him in bewilderment.

"It's me," he explained once he'd realized that you didn't understand. "You forgot me...okay that doesn't make any sense. What I'm trying to say is that I'm sorry for saying that this, that we should've never happened. I love you Y/N, more than anything else. I was just hurt and I know that isn't an excuse and I know that I'm an idiot for letting you go, but I just-"

A bright smile spread across your features as he spoke and you pulled him closer, pressing your lips to his in a tender kiss. It took him a bit to kiss you back, but when he finally did he scooped you up in his arms, causing you to laugh against his lips. You stood in silence for a few seconds, foreheads pressed against each other as you basked in his warmth.

"I love you mi cariño, but you talk too much" you whispered, before leaning down to catch his lips for another soft kiss.

You could feel the stares of the people around you. They burned holes in your skin just like they had in the bakery, but you didn't care about them, you had the greatest gift you could ever ask for in Bruno Madrigal.

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Okay, I know the ending was super cheesy, but I loved it and I hope you did too! Have a nice day/night ♡

[radicalcoffeeclub]

It’s really hard being the only one that doesn’t shave. Both my mom and sister shave and wear make up and though they support me I just can’t help but think they’re still judging me. I’ve never worn much makeup and I don’t wear any usually, though I’m still self conscious enough to cover a spot with concealer sometimes. Maybe I’m over thinking it, but to me it seems like they only take this seriously because I’m autistic.

It’s just hard to not cave in. I know they’re well meaning and we joke about a lot of stuff but it’s hard when my mom says something about my legs being a forest…I’m weirdly proportioned so loving my body as it is has been hard, but I’m quite alright with all of it now, quirks and all. It’s just hard trying to focus on loving my face, when I’m surrounded by media/people who encourage shaving. I don’t know…I’m just tired of feeling like I’m unnatural for letting myself be natural.

Plus with social media not having any problem taking photos/videos of strangers doing anything and making fun of to them, I’m a little freaked that some asshole will take a picture of me and post it online to mock me. Irrational I know but people can be so mean.

I'm so sorry to hear the women close about you make snide comments about your body, it really hurts. It's HARD to go against the grain of beauty standards as a woman, and while it may be easier to not care about the dumb comments from men, it's the comments from other women that sting the most. You just have to know that they don't do it because they don't like you, they do it because they have been socialised their whole lives to stick to beauty rules and gender norms, and they haven't taken the deep dive into feminism and done the work to challenge what they've been told to believe.

I don't know how old you are, but I'm glad to notice that as I approach 25, my family (mom in particular) has toned down with the comments. I got the most comments from them about clothing ("why don't you want to look pretty?") and makeup ("you can't go to prom without makeup, you sit down and let your sister do it") and hair ("I can't be seen with a troll like that" said my dear sister about my frizzy hair) when I was in my teens (thanks!!). Lots of questions about why I preferred men's clothes etc. When I caved in and tried to look feminine I got scolded for either looking too childish or too sexual. Everything I looked like was wrong somehow, but nowadays I guess they've realised I am the way I am and have stopped with the comments. When I was about 22 I sat my mom down and told her to stop saying negative things about my appearance every time she sees me. She started crying as usual lol but she actually hasn't done it much since then. Go ahead and tell your mom and sister their comments are rude and you don't appreciate them.

It's hard being yourself in this world sometimes. Sending love to you! 💗

[youbloodymadgenius]

Angel’s Touch (Modern!Ivar x reader)

A/N: This is my long overdue contribution to @rosepetals-flyingbirds‘ challenge. I’m sorry it took me so long, babe 💖 I’ve been going through a lot lately (including the loss of a loved one) and I wasn’t in the mood to write 😔

The prompt, as usual, is in bold.

Thanks to the lovely @geekandbooknerd for beta reading this for me 🌺

Let me know if you want to be tagged 😊

The gif belongs to @therealcalicali 💐

Summary: Ivar's always been very secretive when it comes to his legs. How is he going to react when you tell him you want to know all of him?

Warnings: angst; fluff at the end; Ivar’s insecurities; soft and vulnerable Ivar.

Words: 4600

"I'm coming!" you shout enthusiastically, wrapping a soft towel around your body before closing the bathroom door behind you. 

 Wincing at your words, Ivar hastily hides his legs under the comforter. "That was a close one…", he mumbles while breathing a sigh of relief. Deep down, he knows he's not doing the right thing. Avoiding the problem will not make it go away.

 He can't help himself, though. He still has nightmares about that awful night with Margrethe. It was years ago, yet memories of her disgusted look as well as her eyes full of pity still haunt his nights, vivid and humiliating. 

He doesn't want to go through that again. It would be unbearable and painful, much worse than the dull ache he's used to enduring every day. No, he definitely can't relive it. Shuddering at this thought, Ivar squeezes his eyes shut and clenches his fists tight. 

 He won't allow it. He can't. Because he's not sure he can get over it again. After Margrethe, he had been broken – more broken than his broken bones – for so long. It had taken him years of therapy to stop being disgusted by himself, to stop hating himself for what he was. A freak. It had taken him years to endure looking at himself in a mirror. And it had taken him years to imagine sharing a bed with a woman again. 

 Oh, of course, he had fucked every so often. He needed it after the complete fiasco with Margrethe. He had to prove himself that he could… But it had always been in a hurry, and with random, uninteresting women. Till you…

 You. You're not random, and definitely not uninteresting. You're beautiful and smart, patient and funny, warmhearted and caring but never overbearing. You're… perfect, he thinks, and it scares him as much as it makes him shiver with excitement. On top of that, so far you don't seem bothered by his legs and he wants to keep it that way. 

 His legs. His fucking legs. The averted elephant in the room. Well, averted… more or less. Because if you've never seen them, you know the braces, the crutches, the uneven gait and he's pretty sure you've figured out his pain. But you two never talk about them. He knows that you understood from the beginning that they were, they are a major issue for him. You're smart enough for that. 

 Yet, you never bring them up and he couldn't be more grateful. He's very aware that he can't keep going like this for long. But he doesn't know how to address what is, to him, a huge matter of concern. He's afraid you'll go away as soon as you realize how damaged his legs are, how crippled he really is. He doesn't want to lose you. He can't. That would be insufferable. And he knows exactly why. It's not just that he likes you, that sex is great, and that you're fun to be around, no… He's helplessly falling in love with you. It may be terrifying, but it's no less true.

 That's why he does what he does. That's why he's always hurrying up, hiding, avoiding. It doesn't matter if it leads sometimes to awkward situations. It doesn't matter if you're not fooled. All that matters is that you don't see his legs; not for a long time anyway; and most preferably never.

 Inhaling deeply, Ivar slips his hands under the comforter, rubs his scrawny, bony, twisted thighs, feeling their scarred skin and grunting in disgust. He knows he's wrong, he knows he's not going anywhere, but he can't help. He can't risk losing you. 

 ***

 More sad than irritated, you hardly stifle a sigh as you enter the room. Once again, Ivar is unsurprisingly already in bed, his fluffy comforter keeping his legs out of sight. 

 His legs… A fucking huge elephant in the room… It's amazing – not in a good way – how something that's never addressed can take up so much space.  

 The truth is, you know a lot about them. Being a son of Ragnar, the man who rules Scandinavia – at least economically but surely politically too, with friends in the right places and enough money to corrupt them – didn't allow Ivar to grow up in the shadow. Ivar's life therefore has always been on display, making headlines more often than not. So you know about his disease and its inherent struggles, about the surgeries and about the pain – well, now you even witness it sometimes, and the way he always tries to hide it is heartwrenching. 

 You know more than you'd like to since you even know about his supposed failing sex life, that bitch whose name you've long forgotten having told her story to everyone around. It doesn't matter though, as you can testify that Ivar's cock is far from dysfunctional. 

 Anyway, if you know a lot – truths or lies – about his condition and about his legs, you don't know them. And you're aware it has to change. You just don't know how. You can't be too straightforward or Ivar will close up on you. Yet you can't let things go on like this for too long, because it's unhealthy. And an unhealthy relationship with Ivar is the last thing you want, both for his and your sake. 

 Somehow always in your mind, his legs make things awkward. Sex is great, but could even be better, for they prevent you from being spontaneous. The last thing you want is to make Ivar, the man you're falling in love with, uncomfortable. So, you don't speak about them because you can feel he doesn't want to speak about them. You don't look at them because his tight jaw is unmistakable each time your eyes wander to his lower body. You do your best never to touch them, which isn't easy when you share his bed. In short, most of the time you act as if they don't exist. And this has got to stop. 

 You can't let this unspoken thing continue to grow between the two of you or it will end up becoming a problem that will eat you up, you do know it with utmost certainty. You won't allow it. You can't. Ivar is important to you, to say the least, and you're pretty sure he reciprocates your feelings. You see it in his huge blue eyes that sparkle each time he looks at you; you hear it in the softness of his tone each time he talks to you. 

 So yeah, the whole situation annoys you. It doesn't mean that his legs annoy you. They don't. You won't lie, you're a little nervous about them. How could you not, given how sensitive a subject they are? Will you say the right thing? Do the right thing? Will you hurt Ivar unwillingly? Just thinking about it, about them, makes you feel like you're walking on eggshells. Ivar is being very touchy when it comes to them, to those-legs-we-mustn't-talk-about, it seems to you that the slightest word could ruin everything. And you don't want that. Gods, you don't. Yet, you're not sure how to handle well something that important.

  That's the point. His legs are that important. They shouldn't be. They shouldn't matter. They don't matter. Of course, you're not stupid. Ivar has a disability, there's no denying it. But it doesn't define him, right? What defines him is his outstanding intelligence, his sharp mind, and his deadpan, ironic humour. And well, if you're being honest, his ridiculous handsomeness too… It might sound shallow, but… who cares?  

 Anyway, enough is enough. Things must change and you're sure Ivar won't be the one initiating the change. It leaves you no choice, you know it. Your heart hammering in your chest, you rub your sweaty palms together before inhaling deeply. That's it. Let it be done. The sooner the better.  

 ***

 "Are you not coming?" Ivar's blue eyes are scrutinizing you from under furrowed brows as you scrabble around in your small overnight bag, as an idea has just popped into your head.

 Glancing at him over your shoulder, you barely nod while swallowing the lump in your throat. "Of course I am, give me a minute." You reply after a while, sounding more confident than you feel. But you know it's a good idea. It could be the first step. It could work. It has to work. 

 Your hands are shaking but your heart is filled with hope when you eventually find what you were looking for. "Here it is.", you mutter, a tentative smile playing on your lips as you turn towards your lover, who looks at the silk scarf in your hand with a mischievous grin. 

 "What is it on your naughty mind?" He asks playfully, tilting his head in his very own way, the one that melts your heart each and every time. "You want to blindfold me, Y/N?" His low, deep voice sends shivers down your spine. "Or maybe you'd rather be blindfolded? It's up to you, I'm totally on board with either one." He swallows heavily, and when he licks his upper lip and then the lower in a slow-moving and sensual motion, a familiar warmth spreads in your lower belly. 

  Of course, he had to misread the situation. And you, you're so easily, pathetically flustered! Closing your eyes to push away any distracting thoughts, you inhale deeply while just shaking your head no as you don't trust yourself to speak right now. 

 Raising a brow, Ivar gives you a questioning look. "So, what is it about, then?" His tone is more serious now, you can almost feel a hint of uneasiness in his voice as if a part of his brain already suspects what's in your mind. 

 "Actually, I want to be blindfolded, but not to do what you're thinking about." You explain, shyly lowering your gaze. "I'd like to try something." You speak in a whisper but with honesty, fidgeting with the little silver Mjölnir – a gift from Ivar – you wear around your neck. "If it's okay with you." You add, your shaky voice giving away your nervousness. 

 Confused, Ivar looks at you with knitted brows. Since you don't want to explain further – because you're sure that if you told him of your plan, he would deny you – you just climb on the bed, kneel next to him and bring the scarf to your face, wrapping it around your head and over your eyes before tying it in the back with a tight knot. 

 Being blinded like that, even if it's of your own volition, is quite unsettling, you must say. You feel weirdly exposed, vulnerable, in your tiny shorts and a tank top and you have to inhale and exhale slowly several times in order to calm your nerves. 

 Uncertain, Ivar keeps quiet, his breathing just a little bit shorter than usual. "Y/N?" His hesitant voice startles you and you swallow, biting your inner cheek. 

 You know you have to take action, the sooner the better. So you fumble blindly on the bed and as you find Ivar's hand, you bring it to your mouth, kissing each knuckle one after the other while your free hand slips under the comforter. 

 His breath hitches, yet Ivar doesn't react, doesn't stop you, as you slowly lift the comforter, pulling it away. But when your fingers graze what you think is his thigh, he grabs your wrist, wrapping his fingers around it. 

 "What…" Ivar stutters, his grip tight enough to bruise your delicate skin, "… What are you doing, Y/N?" His voice, barely audible, is nothing more than a shaky whisper that wrings your heart. 

 Yet, you won't back down. "Let me, Ivar, please…" You beg softly, but to no avail. Ivar rushes his words, panic coursing through his veins. "Stop Y/N! Don't, please don't, I… They are… They are ugly. I… I can't." That's it. He can't. Just thinking of you exposing his disgusting legs, he feels like throwing up. He can't. 

 Hearing your lover so upset, and maybe even close to tears, is heartbreaking. Raising your free hand, you find his arm, then his shoulder, his neck, and finally his face, which you cup tenderly. 

 "You do know I won't see them, don't you?" You ask carefully, peppering light kisses along his jaw while trying to slow down the frantic pace of your own heart. 

 Ivar doesn't miss a beat, pushing you away gently but very firmly. "You don't need your sight to feel how hideous they are." Almost convinced to give up by his broken voice, you struggle to keep in mind that postponing the problem can't be a solution. 

 "That's what you think about them, how you see them, Ivar, that's not what they are." Your tone soft and soothing, you're trying to convey how much you care. "And it's certainly not how I'm going to see or to feel them."

 "How would you know?" You can tell that he shifts in the bed to sit upright, his back against the headboard. His fingers still around your wrist, you have to stifle a hiss of pain when he changes position. 

 "Because they are a part of you. Nothing from you, or about you, can be ugly." You wince, realizing that you've just opened up to him more than you would have liked. But well, speaking your mind isn't a bad thing, right? 

 As Ivar, dumbstruck, keeps quiet, you decide to strike the iron while it's hot. Once again finding his cheek, your thumb lightly strokes it while you speak. "Let me touch them, Ivar…"

 You know him well enough to be sure that right now, a storm is clouding his features. But as his breathing starts to quicken and as his grip on your wrist loosens, you understand that he's more frightened than angry. "Please…" You plead, aiming blindly a reassuring smile in his direction. 

 "But… Wh… Why?" He's never felt so scared, not even with Margrethe. Even if the rational part of him knows you're right, he won't give up yet, not without fighting. "Why… Why does it have to be? You don't need to touch those fucking…", swallowing, he closes his eyes briefly, "… you don't need to touch my legs, Y/N. You don't. We could just go on like this, as we have done up to now. Believe me, it will be better like that."

 "No, it won't." You sigh, shaking your head. Ivar's distress may break your heart, yet you're more and more convinced that this is the right thing to do. "Let me touch them, Ivar, please…" You simply repeat, your free hand still on his cheek.

 "Why… Why is it so important to you?" As soon as the words escape his lips, he regrets them, wishes he could take them back. He should have said no. Why didn't he say no? Slapping himself internally, he rolls his eyes, annoyed as much by his own stupidity as by your stubbornness. 

 You answer in a sweet whisper, placing your hand on his chest. He's sure you can feel the crazy thumping of his heart under your palm. "Because your legs are a part of you, and I want to know everything about you. Will you let me, Ivar?"

 Ivar, deeply moved by your words, is eager to believe them. But on the other hand, it's so… frightening; unsettling. Not used to being so vulnerable in front of someone, he feels like he's being ripped apart, and gods, he hates it! "I… I don't know… I'm… not sure…" He eventually stammers almost unwillingly, more or less denying you once more, yet his resolution starts to falter, and he knows you can hear it. 

 Even more surprising, it's as if his body betrayed him, his fingers finally releasing your wrist. As you gasp, astonished and pleased, he ponders for a few moments before deciding – if deciding something against what seems to be your own will is even a thing – he won't stop you. He knows he could, but he also knows you're right. So, conflicted and petrified with fear, he just waves his hand, wiggling his fingers, and mumbles under his breath a faint "go ahead" that you almost miss.

 "Is that a 'yes', Ivar?" Full of hope and with what you're sure is a beaming smile on your lips, you intertwine your fidgeting fingers and put your hands on your lap, anxiously awaiting his reply. 

 His jaw clenched, Ivar just nods. At first, he doesn't realize that you can't see him. As the silence drags on, he furrows his brows, confused, before breathing a hesitant answer. "Yeahhh…" Digging his fingernails into his palms, he waits for your next move, almost like someone awaiting a death sentence.

 Sensing his anxiousness, you raise your hands and then move them very slowly, willing to give Ivar time to stop you if he needs to. Since he doesn't utter a word nor grab your wrists, you keep going, your fingers grazing what surely is his lower belly before finding the hem of his cotton boxer shorts. 

 Intensely aware of the importance of the moment, you can't help but swallow loudly, your stomach tied in knots. You started all this, and even if you're still not sure if it's the right time – will there ever be a right time for this? – you have to keep going. But you're scared. What if it'll push Ivar over the edge? What if it is too much for him? What if you won't handle this as well as you think you will? You don't want to lose him. Your mind suddenly filled with doubts, you do the only thing you can think of, and send a silent prayer to the gods, hoping they can help the two of you. 

 Holding his breath, Ivar looks at your hands as if he was hypnotized. His eyes wide open, he can't move, can't speak, utterly terrified of what is to come. He knows he should trust you. Maybe he does. But he doesn't trust himself. No, that's not true. Most of the time, Ivar doesn't lack self-confidence. He knows his worth. He's aware of the strength of his intelligence, his cunning. He knows about his good looks – even if they're quite useless; or about his highly appreciated caustic humour. And as he's no fool, he knows that being a Ragnarsson – name, wealth, all the stuff – is a major asset. Yet, when it comes to his legs, he's nothing more than a frightened little boy, so anxious that he's ready to fall apart. Feeling ashamed, self-conscious, and helpless, he's wondering how much tenser he can become until he physically shatters. Conflicted, he wants you to stop as well as he wants you to keep going. This has to be done. This should never be done. He's in love with you. You will never love him. You won't hurt him. He'll be hurt once again. Hectic, opposing thoughts are constantly fighting in his mind, leaving him frozen in fear and panicked. So, since he can't think straight, he does the only thing he can think of and sends a silent prayer to the gods. May they help him; help you. 

 Uselessly closing your eyes behind the blindfold, you gather your strength. Ivar didn't stop you. That's good. That means he wants you to do it, right? Inhaling deeply, you try to stop the shaking in your hands, and then, slightly leaning forward, you let your fingertips run over his thighs, barely touching them. You forget how to breathe and Ivar is so still, so quiet, you think he's not breathing either. 

 As you become bolder, you place the flat of your hands on his legs, careful not to apply any pressure. Under your palms, you can feel every bump, every scar, every broken bone. Your movements intentionally agonizingly slow, your hands move down to his protruding knee caps before finding his atrophied calves, their wasted muscles evident to the touch. You can't think how painful walking, or even just standing up, must be. The thought spreads a dull ache in your chest, but you keep your face emotionless, aware that if you can't see him, Ivar can see you. Rather than dwelling on it, you continue exploring, and when your fingers brush against the sole of one of his misshaped, scrawny feet, Ivar flinches. "Sorry," you mumble, "I didn't know you were ticklish." Since Ivar doesn't react, you're not sure he heard you and decide to slowly move your hands up his legs, placing them back on his bony thighs. 

 Keeping his eyes on you the whole time, Ivar struggles to breathe, his heart pounding wildly in his rib cage. He's surprised, he must say. He expected to see disgust or pity on your face, but there's none of that. Of course, he can't see your eyes, but a small smile never leaves your lips. Could it be that you're not disgusted? In any case, you don't seem troubled by what you're feeling. Maybe you're hiding it, but if so, you're hiding it well. He's also surprised because he expected to hate every moment of the process. Himself, he's all the time trying to avoid touching his legs. He hates PT sessions and doctor's appointments with a passion for a reason. But your touch is… enjoyable if he can push away all his doubts and his awful thoughts. It strikes him all of a sudden: it's probably the first time someone touches his legs for no reason at all. They were regularly massaged, checked for injuries, examined, palpated; of course, they were. But there was always a medical reason. Even when his mother touched them, it was to ease the pain. But you… you decided to touch his ugly limbs just because you wanted to. And just now, he realizes how much he missed that. Can he really miss something he's never known? He's not sure, but here he is, enjoying your featherlike touch, craving it, not wanting it to stop. Yes, he likes it; needs it. But what if, after tonight, you don't want to touch them again? He wouldn't blame you, who would want to touch such repulsive things? The thought brings bile to his throat and he knows it won't stop plaguing his mind. So he has to know, whatever it takes. Moving for the first time, he runs a trembling hand through his hair and summons all his courage.

 "You… you didn't say a word." His quivering voice startles you, making your heart swell with sadness. You don't need your eyes to know that Ivar is filled with dread. The need to reassure him compels you to blindly fumble on the bed until you find his hand, which you grasp between yours. "What do you want me to say?" You ask cautiously, your thumb lightly stroking his knuckles. 

 You can feel Ivar stiffening, his fingernails probably bruising your palms as he lets out a shuddering breath. "I…" He stops to swallow. "The… truth, Y/N. Go ahead, speak your mind. You… you touched…" He stutters, and you're willing to bet his eyes are tightly shut, his tone giving away his level of anxiety. "… you touched them. My legs, I mean. I know… I know how they feel, ugly and disgusting… no need to sugarcoat your thoughts… I… I can handle the truth…" His voice cracks at the end, contradicting his words.

 Releasing his hand, you graze his right thigh with gentle fingers. "No, Ivar", you speak softly yet firmly, "that's not how they feel, at least not to me." You know you have to be honest, you can't just say nonsensical, lovey-dovey things, he won't buy it. "I won't tell you they feel beautiful. They don't." Choosing your words carefully, you let your pointer finger follow a massive scar from his mid-thigh to his knee. "They feel different, and yes, you can feel the scars. It must have been painful, it's probably still is. But I promise you, they're not disgusting. They're your legs. They say a lot, Ivar. They're telling a story, your story. That's why I wanted to know them because as I said earlier, I want to know all about you. And they are part of you. I do think they finally deserve to be cared about, to be loved. Let me love them…" You whisper the last words, feeling vulnerable. 'Let me love you…' is what you want to add, but you know you can't, not yet, so instead you lean forward, your lips brushing and then kissing his thigh.

 Something between a whine and a choked sob escapes his lips and you can hear his breath hitch as his hand gets up close to your neck. "Did I hurt you?" You ask with concern, frowning behind the blindfold. 

 Ivar can't help but smile, even if you can't see it. "No!" he replies quickly, his hand now on the back of your head. "I wasn't expecting that, the kiss I mean, but I… liked it." He explains shyly, surprised by his own words. "Actually, I loved it." He's not lying. He loved the kiss, he loved your words; it's as if a tremendous weight had just been lifted off of him. Part of him tells him not to believe everything you said, but he decides not to. He didn't hear any malice or mischief in your voice. He knows you were being genuine. That's why, choosing to chase the disbelief away, he decides to trust you completely. And that's why, suddenly, without warning, he pulls off the blindfold.

 "What are you doing, Ivar?" You squeak, immediately closing your eyes and picking up the comforter. But as you intend to cover his legs, Ivar grabs your wrists with both hands. "Just leave it where it is." He retorts before letting out a heavy sigh. "And open your eyes."

 You do as you're told, but keep your eyes on his face. There are tears in his eyes and a whirlwind of emotions. "Just look at them, Y/N." He almost commands you, but you know that's a way to hide his true feelings behind bravado. 

 Blinking a few times and scrunching your face, you tilt your head to the side, scrutinizing him. "Are you sure?"

 Your lover just shrugs, biting his lower lip. "Will I ever be?" Taking a deep breath, he adds in a murmur. "But I trust you."

 ***

 Later that night, as you're sound asleep, your head on his chest and his arm around your waist, Ivar can't get sleep, amazed that you didn't run away. He keeps replaying what you did when you saw his legs. You had just smiled. And kissed them one more time. And then thanked him for trusting you, for allowing you to love them. Moved and overwhelmed, he could see the matching tears in your eyes, but no sadness on your face. What he saw instead was relief, and care, and… love? 

 Kissing your head, he mumbles. "It is I who should be thanking you. I don't know what I did to deserve someone like you, but whatever it was, I'm glad. If angels are real, you're mine. I won't let you go, Y/N, never ever." 

 "I love you…" He finally whispers, taking advantage of your slumber. Well, little does he know you're awake but staying perfectly still. You know you weren't meant to hear those three words, not yet. And it doesn't matter. You can wait. You and Ivar have a lifetime to love each other. 

 All of him. All of you. 

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[all-about-seggs]

Birthday Smash -

Rating: 18+, Mature

Pairing : Timeskip! Birthday boy Kuroo x female reader.

Word count: 1.5 k

Warning's: Smut, Birthday sex, Thigh riding, face riding, blow job ( could be considered as bit of somnophilia but I'm not sure, everything is consentual tho), established relationship, the reader is on top but Kuroo still doms.

You gazed at your wrist one more time before pushing the key card into the overpriced hotel suite your boyfriend was staying at. It was quarter to twelve, just fifteen minutes until his birthday. Even though you both were at the point of your relationship where you didn't have to make grand gestures for every occasion, you wanted to help him relax atleast on his special day.

Entering with a soft click, not wanting to be found out, you looked around the place, it was oddly romantic, the bedroom was seperate from the living space, most of the furniture having classy beige themes, beside the main couch, there was a little round table lined with scented candles. Atleast now you knew this place wasn't Kuroo's pick, although his company was the one providing for his lodgings, you still expected more of a business casual look but you didn't have time to complain considering you still had a surprise to pull off.

The last time you called Kuroo today was just after dinner, so if he wasn't working right now, he would most likely be either taking a bath or on his way to bed and both of the options gave you a good opportunity to ambush him. Putting your stuff on the nearby chair, you tiptoed your way into the bedroom to see your tired boyfriend stretched out in the huge king sized bed on the riser with two steps leading up to it.

His toned body peeking out from beneath his disheveled bathrobe ,indicating he just came from his bath. The large fluffy pillows, crisp white sheets and the light coming from the floor to ceiling windows next to the bed gave the room a picturesque view. He seemed half asleep, so you approached him carefully, now that you got a closer look you realised he wasn't wearing any underpants. You were going to wake him up anyway and the opportunity to make it the best wake up call just presented itself, dangling right in front of you, so it was in your best interest to grab it.

He was lying on his back, a position he only started to use after the two of you began dating, so that you could cuddle a little before sleeping. You crawled on the opposite side of the bed, slowly making you way towards his exposed legs, deciding it's best to just kneel beside him than over him. You pushed the last piece of the bathrobe covering his cock aside and started giving his tip small kitten licks. You wondered if would freak out, thinking you're some random women or maybe he wouldn't even wake up, thinking he's dreaming because let's face it, Kuroo can be a dork sometimes despite his natural cunning.

His previously soft member started to swell by the time you grabbed his shaft, stroking it gently. You didn't want him to wake up just yet, atleast not until he was throbbing in your mouth, his sleepy face just on the verge of cumming was a sight you wanted to see, but it's physically difficult for anyone to keep sleeping when they have someone mouth on their crotch so his legs soon started twitching. You lifted your head to check his face but his eyes were still closed, boy were gonna get teased like hell after he wakes up. You could imagine him saying stuff like," hooooo~ y/n chan.... If you were that thirsty for me that you could've just asked for my cum when I was awake." With that shit eating grin of his. He's nothing if not explicit with his teasings but that's wasn't enough to stop you from milking him till he was dry.

You picked up your pace, taking more of his cock in your mouth, using one of your other hand to massage his balls, you were doing if hard enough that it wouldn't surprise you if he woke up but there was no movement from his side. You kept on your ministrations until you felt him twitch in your mouth, he was close, you thought about stopping since you expected him to wake up before cumming but just as you were about to pull yourself up, you felt a hand on top of your head gently grabbing your hair.

"...what's wrong babe?.... aren't you gonna finish", his voice was a bit groggy as he propped himself on his elbows, staring at your cum smeared face, his hard cock still halfway in your mouth. The jerk must've been awake for a while now if he's able to talk so smoothly right of the bat or worst yet, wasn't asleep at all. It was annoying how he could keep a cool front all the time.

You squeezed his balls, hoping to get a reaction out of him but he kept on giving you his signature toothy grin. You started sucking on his tip while your hand pumped his shaft, knowing he was on the verge of cumming. He bucked his hips slightly, finally letting that string of moans you were waiting to hear. You pulled him out with a pop, focusing solely on stroking him, harder and harder untill he came all over his stomach and inner thighs.

"Haaa....that was mean y/n chan.....I thought you were really thirsty with the way you jumped on me in my sleep", he said grabbing you by your hair once again, giving his hold a slight pull untill your face was in front of him," but here you are wasting it all". There it was, his dirty mouth you are so used to and his lust filled bedroom eyes urging you make a comeback of your own.

" You knew I'd come didn't you", giving him a stink eye you were hoping he'd fess up. It all made sense, from the oddly huge and romantic suite to his overly sexy getup, he was luring you in all along waiting for his 'surprise'.

" I just knew you wanted to please you hardworking boyfriend~", you had to roll your eyes at that, but he was right about you wanting to please him. He kissed you softly, knowing full well that your night was just beginning. You quickly pulled the skirt of your dress up reveling your uncovered pussy, Kuroo raised an eyebrow at that.

" Well I am a woman on a mission you know", with a smirk you shifted until your wet nether lips were hovering just above his thick muscular thighs. You kissed him again, hard, as he grabbed your hips to pull you on his thigh. The feeling of your sloppy cunt against him made his thigh clench in anticipation, you began rubbing your pussy the sturdy surface he provided. Your movements brought pressure on the soft nub of your cunt, which sent shivers across your body, causing it to heat up.

He pulled his face back, you looked so cute to him, enjoying yourself so much on just his thighs, he had to be an ass, " so y/n, where's my present.....", His tone was joking but you wanted to shut him up for good this time, not wasting another second, you pushed him down the bed roughly and a few seconds later your cunt was straddling his face.

"Here it is.....your 'present' honey~", you cooed sarcastically above him as you braced yourself on the headboard.

" Is this what you meant when you say you'd take me to an all you can eat buffet, cuz if it is, then it's cringey", he said with a laugh, complaining halfheartedly, he grabbed your thighs to position himself, taking a moment to admire your puffed up pussy drenched in your juices. " Spread yourself for me babe, I atleast deserve a good view", something about his talkative nature in bed made you nervous no matter how many times to have fuck. You did as you were told, bringing two of your fingers near your pussy, you spread your glistening lips to until your entire cunt was in display.

With a hum and his typical "good girl", Kuroo went straight for your clit, not touching any other part until you were overstimulated. He gave your sex a long lick, twirling his tongue around your entrance as his hands kept massaging your inner thighs. Your voice begain cracking form his ministrations and It wasn't soon before you felt your orgasm approach, his movements were steady, relentless in their teasing. Your clit was throbbing and your pussy kept on getting wetter until you were certain your juices were dripping down your boyfriend's face which he devoured with a hum. You arched your back pushing yourself further down his face and moaning uncontrollably as your hips bucked to match Kuroo's rhythmic actions.

You came with a loud moan, calling his name till your orgasm passed. You lied in top of him as you both panted to catch your breaths. Turning around, you saw his bedside clock, reveling its way past 12. But the disappointed was overwritten with the blissful afterglow so you just settled for staring lovingly at his sweat slicked, cum smeared face.

"Ready for round two", his voice regained its challenging tone but this time all you could feel was gentle adoration towards your tricky faced boyfriend. With all its ups and downs you keep yourself connected to each other in so many ways, you had to show your appreciation somehow. You took his face in your hands, rubbing soft circles across his cheeks as you leaned in,

"Happy birthday my love".

[nightswithkookmin]

Hey Goldy, i'm positive Yoongi isn't straight and has been fairly open about it from the early years. So do u think that Yoongi could've influenced Jikook (especially Jimin cuz he is very close to him) in any sort of way on their journey?

Jimin is VERY close to Yoongi

Thank you so much for this statement😭

I feel seen and heard🤧

Not a lot of Jokers out here appreciate Yoonmin's bond😭😭😭😭

The disrespect! How dare they!

In reality, Yoonmin is one of the best ships that reflects the hyung dongsaeng dynamic perfectly in BTS in my opinion- Jinkook and Yoonkook, NamTae are heavy contenders I'd say but Yoonmin is right up there with them. Love Jihope too- if they could cut down on the flirting chilee.

No JHOPE I don't want you to call Jimin sexy or look at him like you want to gobble him with a glass of Sprite- it's weird😭😭😭

But also don't stop

From Suga 'bullying' Jimin, teasing him, praising him, mentoring him, the bickering- he is the biggest PJM right next to JK and Namjoon. I said what I said.

So thank you for this. I literally cried.

Feel so good to hear someone say that.

I'm having an existential crisis at the moment and Yoonmin is what is getting me through it at the moment.

People need to stop invalidating the members' bond. Seriously. Not cool. They all have beautiful dynamics real or not.

But he's gay? 🤔

You believe Suga is gay??

Damn.

He's queer and has been pretty open about it from the beginning???

A lot of people assume that about him actually. I think it's interesting.

Did he influence Jikook, Jimin in anyway...

If by influence you mean support then yes. I think he was and has been very supportive of Jimin and JK individually and has helped them embrace and make sense of certain aspects of themselves.

I think he's more understanding than most of the challenges and difficulties of being young and uncertain of who you are growing up under public scrutiny and in a highly hostile environment.

I think he is wise beyond his age and I have a ton of love and respect for him as both a person and an artist.

I love 'People' so much...

I think the most Iconic thing he's said so far to me is this totally woke, fanservice questioning and ridiculing statement:

'I didn't want to wear the maid outfit. I was surprised when they said it's for the fans. We don't have any interest in seeing girls wear men's clothes so why does the fans want us to wear women's clothes?'

It's weird. Fanservice is weird.

My least favorite moment of his is when he admonished JK not to say things like he'd want a tattoo when he grows up because the fans wouldn't like that.

I found that very contradictory for someone who's life motto is nevermind- or is it I don't give a shit?😏

Find it equally triggering whenever he teases JK about crying too much or being a cry baby as if it's wrong for men to cry. There's nothing wrong with shedding tears. Men cry too.

Then the bit about him not wanting tattoos or just a dot on his toe or feet or something because he has things he might want to do post BTS that having a tattoo would just be an inconvenience... quite conservative I'd say.

He don't give a fuck but then he gives a fuck?

Mans gotta be a realist or I'd chalk up these inconsistencies in his values to the clash between his Persona and his real self.

To be fair, he's not the only one. That conflict plays out in almost every member's outlook.

I see Yoongi as that one person who'd say to a person, go for it but end that advice with a caveat such as, 'but understand people will hate you for it' or some truth along those lies.

He places consequences right next to desire and as long as the person is not oblivious to and can bare the consequences of their actions, decisions and choices then I think he'd ask them to go for it and stand in their truth.

That much I know is his value and I can see how that might have impacted both JM and JK. But rather than encourage them to take risks, I think he pushes them to seize opportunities and put themselves outside- there's a difference there. Their not one and the same.

More than anyone in BTS, I think he understands the gravity of being queer, closeted or being in a relationship with a bandmate in the industry they work in.

I think he is much mature enough to understand the consequences of over attachment and risks of detachment and that too plays out in the way Jikook carry themselves around in the group.

Other than that, I think he minds his business most times.

Do I think he is open minded about conversations on sexuality? Absolutely.

But that's as far as I can go on the topic.

I do not believe he is queer and I'm not convinced in anyway he is pansexual or bisexual either- don't quote his song lyrics to me I already know. Lol.

Boy or girl my tongue will send you to hongkong....

And then his interviews about what he finds attractive in women??

'... it's not limited to boys or girls?'

Lolololololololol

I think that bit was heavily misconstrued.

'I'M NOT GAY'

This was his response when he was asked to talk about moments his heart skipped because of JHOPE. Similar to moments when the members had said their they almost fell for a band mate perhaps.

Other translations of that statement he made in the interview was, 'since we are both men, how can my heart throb for a man' and then he laughs it off.

Knowing Suga, I think he probably meant that in the most ridiculing, most mocking way possible- these interviewers be asking some stupid questions sometimes.

But imagine Suga saying that with two gay members sitting right next to him in that interview and how these members would feel hearing him say that about homosexuality.

One thing about BTS, if they be making loud openly 'woke' statements, take a shovel to their past- it's usually because they've messed up somewhere and are simply acting conscious of the things they say that can come across as problematic. In my opinion.

They do learn and grow from their mistakes. That's one thing I love about BTS.

They've all had their problematic moments as I keep saying.

To me, this interview moment would be one of such said problematic moments if not one very homophobic moment of Suga's- if the translations were right I mean. chileee. Lemme shut up. Lol.

And before anyone says but JK said the same thing too...

JK had a 'fear' of coming across as Gay in his early years. Part of the reason he wanted JM on the west of his east when the cameras came around- in my opinion.

He'd stutter when similar 'gay' questions were thrown his way- prompting Jimin to ask him straight away not to answer said question when an interviewer asked him.

You pair that with some of the members describing him as 'wanting to be manly' or appear like a manly man and it's not hard to figure out what was going on with him.

He'd pause and look at JM funny when JM would describe their relationship as in between friends and romance...

Jimin had to tell him to relax and that it was normal for men to say 'love' to men without it being weird or gay.

He knew gayism was a thing. He simply didn't want to be viewed as one- either because of his own repressed homosexual desires, in which case that would be internalized homophobia or he really really didn't like being thought of as gay- homophobia.

Suga's is different.

He either genuinely didn't know gay was a thing or that some men's heart actually beat for other men- seems to me he thought the idea of a man's heart skipping for another man absurd or impossible- or dude thought he was being a smart pants with that remark. Lol.

Baring his age in mind at the time of the interview, that in anyway reflects his ideals or assumptions about sexuality. That heterosexuality is D norm. That straight is all he can be or should be thought of as- He clearly hasn't read the blogs. He's in for a rude awakening.

If JK had this ideology about sexuality I think he would have been able to hide his sexuality better and not freak out each time people made jokes about it💀

Suga's said explicitly he is attracted to gal's who wear headphones, doesn't like gals who play hard to get- said he'd kick em if they didn't quit playing hard to get (misogynistic and abusive lyrics there but it's hiphop- let's not talk about that) finds it ridiculous that men should wear female clothes, thinks 'men' shouldn't cry.... all the making of a fine gay man😃

Should we chalk it up to internalized homophobia then??

I wouldn't.

A very dedicated Sope shipper will tell you, he said what he said to cover the fact he is gay so there's that. Lol.

I'm just not convinced Suga is part of the community but I think he is open minded now, leans less into his conservative values and more towards progressive values and thoughts.

I don't think he in any way shape or form 'influenced' Jikook to be gay or to do the gay if that's what you were asking.

But I do respect your opinion on Suga. I think we are all free to assume whatever we want in this case.

I might be wrong about him. You might be wrong about him or we could all be right. We will never know.

Thanks for the ask.

Wasn't comfortable answering it though. Lol.

I don't like when I have to watch what I say.

Sigh.

Signed,

GOLDY

[sunatooru]

Hey! It that anon who said thank you like just yesterday, and I have an emergency request. So today at work I found out that my manager is transphobic and I'm a trans man but they don't know that because I pretend to be a cis women at work because all my licenses say that's what I am. Anyway she called trans people freaks twice and I was hoping you could write suga, yamaguchi and kenma ( separate, and if that's to much just pick one) comforting and maybe standing up for me, ( I really want suga to yell at my manga) any way thank you , he/him pronouns please

Hii! Thanks for that message ☺️ sorry you had to hear your manger say that. You’re not a freak, you’re amazing <3 I hope you like these xx

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Warnings : reader is trans man (he/him pronouns) mentions of transphobia from readers manager, mention of transgenders being ‘freaks’

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Sugawara

* He’s so taken back when he heard your manager speak as he came to pick you up

* He looks at her with disgust, his eyes slowly turning to yours to see how uncomfortable you felt

* “What did you just say?” He raises his eyebrows, crossing his arms over his chest as he challenges her

* “A freak?! How dare you call him a freak? Just because you can speak doesn’t you should. If you can’t respect trans people then at least have some respect for yourself before talking shit!” He shakes his head, laughing at your manager

* “You must think you’re some upper being who can just judge others. Trans people are not ‘freaks’ and he is amazing.” He points at you and grabs your hand dragging you out

* He unlocks the car and you both get in

* He turns to you and cups your face

* “You’re not a freak. You’re wonderful. Don’t listen to them. Be who you are and know I’ll always be here to support you.” He caresses your check and kisses your forehead

* He drives you home, radio on blast as you both sing your hearts out

Yamaguchi

* he’s literally frozen in his spot when he hears your manager

* Doesn’t know what comes over him but he glares at your manager

* “He is not a freak! He’s an amazing partner, caring person who deserves none of your negative opinion. You should be treating everyone with respect. Him and other trans person don’t need your approval, just some respect.” He’s shaking, hands balled into fist as he grabs you and leaves

* He finally stops and wraps you into a tight hug

* “I’m sorry you heard that. Please never think you’re a freak. You’re you. Beautiful you. You’ve found who you are and I’m so proud of you.”

* He doesn’t take you home straight away, he pulls you into a park, walking around for a few minutes and admiring the flowers before leaving

* He doesn’t miss the chance to compliment, you even when you get home

* When he comes by your work again he makes sure your manager is close by when he refers to you, your pronouns clearly stated so they don’t forget

Kenma

* He was missing you, so he came to your work

* What he wasn’t expecting was to find your manager disrespecting you and trans people

* “Gross.” He mumbles, making you and your manager face him

* “I thought you would be more educated or at least know what you’re talking about before you speak.” He shakes his head, taking you away, not listening to what else your manager has to say

* He wraps his arms around yours, head resting on your shoulder

* “If you’re a freak, then so am I. Who wants to be normal anyways? So boring…forget about them. Be yourself. She’s just mad about her boring life.” He snuggles closer to you, kissing the side of your neck

* He brings you into bed for a cuddle session, dismissing your concerns of going back to work

* “Don’t worry. I got her fired…I’m friends with the head of business.” He smiles at you from your stomach

* Caresses your lips and kisses you hard

* “Don’t let some bigot make you feel like less of a person.”