#because I know you won’t put that effort into our friendship so I have to be the one to do it instead

[insanechayne]

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[literaryavenger]

I love you and I hate it - part 2

Summary: After your fight with Bucky, you put all your efforts into avoiding him, convinced that your friendship is over. Bucky, however, has other plans.

Pairing: Best Friend!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Warnings: Reader being dramatic. Angst. Language maybe. Minimal use of Y/N. Fluff. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 4.5K

A/N: I promise I didn't mean to make it this long, but I couldn't help myself, again, and I didn't want to end on another 'cliffhanger' so here it is! hope you like it!

Part 1

Masterlist

Bucky can't believe what he just heard... You like him?

No, you used the word ‘love’. You love him.

Do you love him?

Certainly, he would’ve noticed if you did... Right? He is a trained assassin, he was taught how to see beyond people’s words and actions.

And he knows you, you can deny it all you want, but he knows you better than anyone. He knows you better than he knows himself.

And if he’s being honest, you know him better than anyone ever has, Steve included.

You feel safe, you feel calm. You feel like the peace he’s always wanted, the quiet he needs.

You feel like home. In a platonic way, of course.

Right?

His thoughts of you are interrupted by Sharon’s voice. He didn’t even realize he was back at the party.

"Where did you go?" she asks and, suddenly, her grip on his arm was just a little too tight for his liking. But it was probably nothing.

"I went to check if Y/N was okay."

"Oh." something in her voice felt wrong, but Bucky tried to ignore it, that is until what she said next.

"Why would you even care about her? All she does is embarrass you like before. She’s useful to no one, I heard the only reason she’s even on the team is because she slept her way to it." she laughed like it was the funniest thought in the world, and Bucky couldn’t ignore it anymore.

Not only was she saying hurtful, untrue things about his girl, but she has the audacity to laugh at her own cruelty?

"How dare you?" he does his best not to yell, but his tone still startles Sharon. "Y/N is the best agent in all of Shield, that’s why she got in the team! She’s not an embarrassment, she’s a valued member of our family and she’s my best friend! Of course I care about her, she’s the most important person in my life! Don’t ever talk about her that way again."

Sharon seems shocked at his words but, looking around, she realizes people are starting to stare so she tries her best to defuse the situation. "Alright, I’m sorry, I won’t say things like that again. Let’s just calm down and have a nice rest of the evening, ok?"

In his head Bucky knew her request was reasonable, he could forget about this and keep having fun with his girlfriend. But in his heart he just knew he couldn’t let it go.

The words were coming out of his mouth before he can stop them, not that he even wants to.

"You know what, Sharon? This isn’t working. We have to break up." He doesn’t even give her a chance to say anything before he’s turning around and making his way to his room.

Meanwhile, on the roof, Steve’s trying to talk you down the ledge. Metaphorically speaking, obviously. 

"He hates me, Steve." you can't stop the tears.

"Stop saying that, sweetheart, he doesn’t hate you."

"You saw what happened at the party, the way he looked at me. And he heard me say that I love him and walked away like it was nothing." You sniffle. "If he didn’t hate me before, this certainly pushed him off the edge."

Steve has nothing to say to that, he knows Bucky doesn't hate you, but he also knows that you’re too stubborn to hear any reason, especially not right now when you're in the eye of the tornado and can't see a way out.

Right now you need a friend and shoulder to cry on, usually Bucky would take on that role, but, given the circumstances, Steve decides to step up and be that friend.

He wraps his arms around your crying body and holds you as you let it all out. Neither of you say anything else, the only sounds in the dark of the night being your sobs, until eventually you calm down and after a few moments of silence Steve glances down to see you fell asleep. 

Not wanting to wake you he carefully picks you up and makes his way to the elevator.

When he gets to the floor you both reside in he finds Sam and Natasha chatting at the kitchen counter, probably about to go to bed after coming up from the party.

Sam gives him a confused look, while Nat seems to understand what is going on right away as she moves without saying a word, walking ahead of Steve towards your room.

She opens the door for him and walks in behind, moving the covers back as he lays you on your bed as carefully as he can, and then Nat delicately takes your heels off before covering you with the duvet.

As they’re leaving your room the door opposite yours opens, revealing a hopeful Bucky but when he sees it’s not you, his face becomes stoic once again. He’s about to ask where you are when Natasha beats him to the punch.

"Leave her alone, Barnes. You’ve hurt her enough already." Is all she says before she steps into her own bedroom.

Bucky looks to his best friend for help but, at his confused face, the blonde super soldier just shakes his head in disappointment and walks away without a word.

Bucky stands there for a few minutes, just staring at your door like he's gonna will you to open it and talk to him.

He sighs and goes back to his room where he spends the next few hours overthinking about you and this whole night, eventually falling into an uneasy sleep.

The next morning when you wake up you feel at peace for about 10 seconds before the events of last night hit you like a truck, and all you can feel is humiliation.

How can you face the team after they witnessed your fight with Bucky?

How can you face Steve after he saw you at your most vulnerable and, apparently, carried you to bed after you cried yourself to sleep?

How can you face Bucky after he heard you say you love him and he walked away from you?

You can’t, that’s the answer.

Should you just move out? Just quit the team, ask Hill to be reassigned? Maybe you could even get transferred to another country...

You’re not overreacting, right? This is a very embarrassing situation and you have every right to want to run away from all of it.

As you’re making up an escape plan in your mind you hear a knock on your door, followed by Steve’s voice. "Hey, are you awake? We just want to make sure you're okay…"

You try to be as silent as you can, slowing down your breathing praying he’ll think you’re sleeping.

You can hear him exchange some muffled words with what sounds like Natasha, and then you hear their footsteps as they walk away, so you let out a relieved sigh.

Okay, step one is definitely getting out of this room, it’s just the most obvious place where to look for you.

You get up and out of your awfully classy dress, take a shower being sure to clean away all the makeup from last night and put on the most comfortable sweats you own.

Just as you’re opening the door you can see Bucky opening his about to get out and, in a panic move, you run back inside your room and slam the door shut.

Very subtle, yes.

You rest your back against the door and can hear him sigh and then walk away.

You wait a few minutes, just to be sure, and then relax a little. Your plan was to go to the gym and work out a bit, but now all you can think about is getting the hell out of this compound.

You grab your purse, make sure to have your phone and keys in it and open the door, making sure no one’s around before getting out.

You’re practically running, taking the stairs for good measure, and in a flash you’re at the garage. You jump in your car and drive away as fast as you can without breaking the law, not even knowing where to go.

Once you’re in the city you stop at a cafe for breakfast near your favorite book store, the one you and Bucky have visited together a hundred times.

Okay, stop that. No more thinking about Bucky.

You spend the rest of the day just going from one store to the other, stopping to have lunch at the diner you always go to when you’re in the city, and trying not to kick yourself for not being able to stop thinking about Bucky.

Seriously, why can’t you stop thinking about him?

It doesn’t help the fact that every one of your favorite places has at least a hundred and twelve memories of Bucky.

God, have you ever gone anywhere on your own in the last two years?

The more memories come to mind the more you think that maybe transferring wouldn’t be such a bad idea. Go somewhere new, get a fresh start.

When it starts getting dark you decide to drive back to the compound, but when you park and turn the car off you can’t find it in yourself to get out.

You take out your phone, which you’ve been ignoring all day, and go through all the messages of your worried friends, hating yourself a little more when you catch yourself looking for his name in your notifications.

Just as you’re about to answer Tony’s texts first, you get a call from Steve. You stare at your phone, unsure if you can stomach answering him right now, but your decision is rendered moot when someone taps against your car window.

Your head snaps towards it and you let out a breath of relief when you see Steve standing there, holding his phone and using it to tap on your window again.

You close your eyes for a second but resign to your fate as you gather your things and get out of the car.

When you lock your car you turn to see that Steve moved to be leaning on the trunk of your car, so you join him and wait for him to say something, not knowing what to say yourself.

"So," he starts, with his arm folded in front of his chest and looking at his shoes "you’re avoiding all of us now?" You let out a sigh, feeling bad for hurting his feelings.

"I’m sorry, Steve. I just…" you can’t even look at him as you talk, so you just look ahead of you at all the cars "I’m just embarrassed. After everything that happened last night, I don’t know… God, you even carried me to bed like a child." you cover your face with your hands.

You finally look at him when you hear him chuckling. "That’s what friends do, Y/N. They lean on each other." he bumps your shoulder with his playfully.

"I know we’re not as close as you and Bucky, but I am your friend too. I’m not gonna judge you for last night, I just want to make sure you’re okay. That’s what we all want. You made us worry that you might run away on us." He says the last part as a joke, but you can’t help looking away from him.

That’s exactly what you wanted to do.

You bite your lip as he keeps looking at you and you feel like he can see the gears turning in your head, like your thoughts are so loud and your guilt so visible that he knows right away he was right on the money.

"Y/N…" it’s almost a warning, but you still can’t find the courage to look at him. "You were seriously thinking of running away?!" he seems almost shocked.

"Okay, it’s not like I’m a teenager running away in the middle of the night after a fight with her parents!" you finally look at him. "I was just considering… I don’t know, maybe asking for a transfer?"

"So you actually want to leave the team just because you had a fight with Bucky?" He scoffs.

"It’s not just the fight, Steve, he knows I love him and he doesn’t even care!" You yell before sighing and lovering your voice.

"Do you realize how much that hurts? And now I’m supposed to, what? Just go back to how things used to be? Pretend like nothing happened? Even if we’re not friends anymore, he lives across the hall from me! I’m bound to see him and it’s gonna hurt every fucking time!" You’re almost crying, again, but you hold back not wanting to go through that again and you look away.

"I know it hurts, trust me, sweetheart, but… what about us?" you look at him again as he goes on. "We’re your team too. We’re your friends, we’re your family... You can’t just leave us. I'm not saying it's gonna be easy, but we can help you make it better. We all care about you a lot." It’s honestly a miracle you’re not crying already. You feel him take your hand, but don’t look away from his face.

"Please let us help you." you squeeze his hand and nod, not trusting your voice not to break and the flood to hit as soon as you open your mouth.

He smiles at you and you can’t help but do the same. "Good. Then let’s go up and have dinner like we always do." He starts walking and taking you with him, his hand still in yours.

While you’re waiting for the elevator you can’t hold yourself back as you turn to him and give him a tight hug. "Thank you."

He hugs you back just as tight. "Anytime, rookie." you snort and let go of him, giving him a punch in the arm you’re sure he didn’t even feel as he laughs with you.

When you get to the big kitchen most of the team is already there and you sit down next to Natasha while Steve sits at her other side.

The seat next to you is quickly occupied by Sam as he bings the pizza to the table. He gives you a side hug and squeezes your arm in sympathy but aside from that nobody even mentioned what happened last night, which you're grateful for.

You eat like always, having conversations, laughing and teasing each other like normal, you didn’t feel like anyone was pitying you and you realized Steve was right: these people are your family, you could never leave them.

And, as you watch Loki and Peter trying to make you laugh by messing with Thor’s hair, putting tiny umbrellas in it while he's not looking, you just know they’re gonna help you through everything.

What makes you sad to notice is that one brooding super soldier is missing, though you don’t bring it up for fear of opening that particular door.

And that’s how you spend the next few weeks: avoiding anything and everything that has to do with Bucky, including the man himself.

You start training with Natasha and realize how easy Bucky went on you.

You do more missions with Sam and Steve and realize that missions aren't as fun for everybody as they were for you and Bucky.

You hang out during your down time with pretty much everyone and realize that you couldn’t have as much fun with everyone as you had with Bucky.

So yeah, as much as you could avoid Bucky and talking about him to anybody, he lived rent free in your head.

Fun, huh?

It also didn’t help the look that Steve gave you every time you basically ran out of a room as soon as you caught a glimpse of your former best friend. 

Everybody noticed the change in your friendship, but it felt like they all took a silent oath to not mention anything to either of you, and you were glad they were respecting your choice to stay away from Bucky.

He, on the other hand, was going crazy.

He hasn’t seen you in weeks, except for those few seconds before you realize he’s in the same room and run away.

He doesn’t hear your voice unless he’s eavesdropping on you with someone else, but even then he never hears his name come out of your mouth.

Nobody will tell him anything about you, the only thing he can get out of Steve is ‘she’s okay, just give her time’.

He’s been trying his best to give you the space you need, but he feels like he’ll lose his mind if he doesn’t hear you say his name soon.

It’s been a month of successfully and not so subtly avoiding Bucky.

There was one time where, as the team about to land for a mission, he got much too close to you for your liking and you thought he was about to say something so you grabbed a parachute and quite literally jumped out the jet, then walked the rest of the way to the Hydra base.

Everyone had to wait for you, some annoyed, but most found the situation too amusing to be bothered by it.

Anyway. 

You’re at the gym for an early morning workout, a habit you took to when you started avoiding Bucky.

You know he usually stays up at night. Occasionally because he still gets nightmares, usually because his overthinking mind tortures him until early hours. So he uses mornings to sleep in when he doesn’t have missions.

You’re on the treadmill when you hear the doors of the gym open behind you but think nothing of it, assuming it’s just Steve replacing his morning run with a workout because it’s too hot to run outside.

When you don’t hear him say anything, you’re about to turn your head to see who it is, but before you can do anything you feel two hands, one cold and one hot, on your waist.

You squeal when they pick you up and take you away from the treadmill, setting you down on the ground in front of it before turning off the machine.

"Bucky, what the fuck?! I could’ve gotten hurt!" you were so shocked you didn’t even fully realize you were actually talking to the person you’ve spent so much time and effort avoiding, or that you were walking backwards while Bucky was getting closer to you.

"Oh please, I’d ever let you get hurt." he’s sounds almost amused, like this is a normal thing between you two, but the truth is he’s just happy that you’re actually talking to him.

When your back hits the wall you realize too late that it’s Bucky in front of you and suddenly you’re looking around you to find a way to escape. But all you find is that he’s successfully trapped you between the wall and his body, his hands on the wall at either side of your head.

You swallow hard and if he notices he doesn’t say anything, but your brain is too busy registering the warmth of his body so close to yours to even be ashamed right now.

"Is this the only way I’ll get to talk to you now?" you almost miss his question, your eyes snapping up to meet his and, where you expected to see a smug look at having caught you not only off guard but also ogling, you found a frown and a slight pout.

Something about the hurt on his face stopped you from lying or straight up kicking him so he’d move and you could run away.

No, Bucky was your best friend, you’ve always felt the need to be honest with him ever since that first day, and even now you owe it to him to tell him nothing but the truth.

"I just need time." You hoped he understood.

"How much more time do you need?" Apparently not.

"I don’t know, can’t you just be patient?" You can't believe you really have to ask him this.

"It’s been a month, doll, I think I’ve been plenty patient. Are you planning on avoiding me forever?"

"Not forever… just… I don’t know." If you were being honest with yourself, you didn’t know how long you would’ve kept on avoiding him.

You were so busy doing the actual avoiding that you didn’t take the time to think about when you’d be able to stop.

You let out a sigh, but didn’t look away from his eyes for a second. He needs to know you meant every word you're about to say. "I was hurting, Bucky. I still am. I get that you have a girlfriend-"

"I broke up with her." he interrupts you.

"You… What?" you weren’t expecting that. "When?"

"The night of our fight. I would’ve told you sooner but it was hard to catch you, you know, with you avoiding me and everything."

You almost lost your train of thought, but it didn’t matter that he was single, he was still the first one to walk away, why was it so wrong for you to do it now?

"It doesn’t matter… I know you don’t owe me anything, but you walked away from me. From my feelings." you can see Bucky’s confusion so, before he can say anything, you explain yourself.

"That night on the roof. I know you were there, you heard me say that I loved you and you walked away like it was nothing. Like I was nothing. I know you don’t like me like that, and I can live with that in time, but it hurt. It still hurts." you don’t know what you were expecting him to say, but it definitely wasn’t he says next.

"Do you remember the day we met?" you furrow your brows in confusion but he waits for you to nod before he keeps going. "We’ve never really talked about it, have we? It's ironic since we’ve talked about pretty much every topic we could possibly come up with. But that day, you introduced yourself and I just got up and walked away. Kind of what you’ve been doing this past few weeks."  he chuckles a bit and you have the impression he's getting closer to your face, but you're probably just imagining that.

"Yeah, I thought I did something wrong, but you were just a rude bitch." he laughs and you can’t help but smile.

"I’m sorry about that, I just… the second I saw you I felt weird. And when you talked to me it was too much, I couldn’t handle it. I didn’t know what I was feeling and my brain just screamed at me to get out, so I did. Then you came to my door and said all those nice things and that weird feeling started to feel more and more comfortable as you talked. It was nice. Then we became friends and I guess I just dismissed that feeling as friendship. It was a different type of friendship that I’d never had... But then again I’ve never been this close to a woman. Emotionally speaking, of course." His hand comes to cup your cheek and you can’t speak, so he takes the opportunity to say everything he needs to say.

"This month has been hell for me, doll. I’ve missed you more than I’ve ever missed anybody in my entire life. Not being able to spend time with you, joke around, talk to you, barely even see you. It's been driving me insane. Being away from you for so long made me realize what that feeling was. You’re not just my best friend, you’re my person. You’re my calm, and my reason. You’re my happiness, my home. You’re the love of my life."

"What?" you're basically whispering, so quietly you’re sure he wouldn’t have heard you if he didn’t have super hearing.

"I love you too, doll. I love you." he holds your face in his hands "I love you."

You feel like your brain shut down all of a sudden. You barely know how to breathe, let alone talk. All you can do is stare at him, the look he's giving you making you weak in the knees.

"You’re killing me here, doll. For the love of god, say something, angel." The nickname seems to snap you out of it, and there's only one thing in your mind left to ask.

"If you love me, why didn’t you tell me on the roof?" He let out a deep sigh, you can feel his breath on your lips, but you try your hardest to focus on his words and not his lips.

"For one I was still with Sharon. And I didn’t really know what I was feeling. Also, I wasn’t even sure you were serious. Honestly, I was just confused about the whole thing, and still mad about the fight. Nothing good would’ve come from me staying and talking to you that night. I probably would’ve ended up hurting you more." All that makes a lot of sense, sure, but it doesn't change the fact that it hurt.

The look in Bucky’s face at the moment though makes you want to forgive him right this second and let this whole thing go. Pretend like the last month didn’t happen. 

So that’s what you do.

"What if…" you start, looking back and forth between his eyes and his lips "what if we forget all of this happened?"

"No." he answered so fast and firmly that it made you furrow your eyebrows in confusion and disappointment. "I don’t want to forget anything about us, doll. Good or bad, it’s all worth it, as long as it ends with you in my arms."

You're melting and can't hold yourself back, you grab his face and bring his lips down to yours.

He freezes, probably not expecting it, but when you're about to pull away, he holds your face to keep you there, deepening the kiss.

After a few moments you hear someone clear their throat and almost throw Bucky off of you, looking behind him while he turns to see who it is and you see Steve and Sam standing there, amused looks on their faces.

"We were just talking." You blurted out and Sam cracked and almost doubled over with laughter.

"Really?" Steve said while raising an eyebrow, almost exasperated and knowing damn well what you were doing.

"Sure they were, Steve, she was obviously trying to get the word out of his mouth!" Sam said to the blonde, still laughing his ass off.

"Oh, of course she was. Tell us, sweetheart, what did you find in Bucky’s mouth?" Steve was now laughing too, and you were so embarrassed you hid your face in Bucky’s chest.

He wrapped his arms around you, barely glaring at the two laughing idiots. "Ok, just get out of here, punks." Fortunately for once in their lives they decided to actually listen and left, their laughs echoing through the halls.

"You okay there, doll?" Bucky was now chuckling at your embarrassment.

You raised your head and, meeting his eyes, you said "I can’t believe Captain Dumbass is making fun of us for kissing."

He started laughing and you gladly joined him, looking forward to making up for the time you missed with him, unknowingly promising each other to never let go of the other ever again.

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[borderlinereminders]

You mentioned in a post a couple days ago that you talk to your best friend every day but in your last post you mentioned that you have a friend that you feel too drained to talk to sometimes and I know this is my own insecurity but how can that be? If I’m the second friend to someone why am I less important?

There are a few reasons for me, anon. And none of them mean my other friend isn’t important to me.

My best friend doesn’t drain me the way most people do. Not even if she’s having a crisis. A lot of that is from being friends for over ten years and knowing so much about each other. But I don’t have to think a lot about everything I say/do with her. I can just be myself. I don’t feel a need to mask, and I don’t feel a need to filter myself. There is a lot of stuff about me and my interests/life that only she knows because a lot of people wouldn’t “get it”. And I’m safe to be myself with her. Even if I’m having bad recovery days. I never worry about feeling judged.

There are times we don’t agree on stuff but we always respect the other’s opinion. I know even if I accidentally say something wrong, she won’t lash out or get angry at me. If she feels a need to discuss it, it’s done in a calm way that is respectful of both our feelings.

She’s also come so far in her healing that there is no pressure on me to answer which helps a lot of the energy draining ironically? I feel more drained if there’s pressure. It’s not to say she never feels insecure, but she is so good at handling it herself sometimes. And if she does need reassurance, she asks me in a really healthy way and I’m more than happy to give it to her.

I think a lot of it is just that while having a safe space is nice, she’s kind of like my safe person?

My other friend is a great person and so compassionate. But she isn’t actively trying to recover, and she has a lot of behaviour she has to work on. This isn’t a moral failing or me thinking she’s a bad person or me judging her at all honestly. It’s just that I need to be in a specific headspace and have enough energy to be willing to engage with someone who I don’t feel cares to help themselves.

I also have other friends that don’t need to recover but we just aren’t as close. I don’t feel I can be myself so much. I feel I need to mask and filter everything I say and that takes active effort which takes energy. With my best friend, I don’t have to put any effort into doing any of that. I can just act around her the exact way I can when I’m alone which makes it easy.

This is about my very specific friendships and I don’t really know that any of it could be helpful to you. But I will say that my other friends are also important to me and I love them. And my love and closeness to my best friend doesn’t take away from any of that.

[theshiplife]

Corazón: Sombra x fem!reader

Summary: You have had a crush on sombra for awhile and you finally decide to tell her how you feel and that confession leads to a night you’ll never forget. NSFW!

You’ve been with talon for a few months now, going on missions to stop anything or anyone that tries to stop Talon in their efforts for a better world. While working for them you have had your eye on a certain purple haired hacker, you’ve been on missions with her many times and her charms have grown on you enough to develop a crush on her.

You are currently in the common room at Talon’s base and looking over at Sombra who is hacking a targets file digging up information. You figured you would finally muster up the courage to tell her your feelings but you figure you are way out of her league, she is one talon’s best agents and your just a low rank field operative, she’s beautiful and your just you.

Widowmaker enters the room and sees you taking glances at her, she rolls her eyes and walks over to you, “Why don’t you just tell her how you feel?”, “Geez! Lacroix you scared me”, “I’m an assassin cherie of course you won’t hear me come up behind you”, you roll your eyes at her, even though Widowmaker has no feelings you managed to make a decent friendship with her over the months. “You need to tell her eventually otherwise she’ll figure it out herself”, Widowmaker turns to look at Sombra who is hacking away, “Which I’m surprised she hasn’t already”, you look at her “I don’t know Amelie, she’s great and I’m just me”, “Don’t sell yourself short y/n, if you truly want her to know how you feel, deep down you’ll find the courage to tell her”, you chuckle “You’ve been with Tracer again haven’t you?” , she looks at you, you and Sombra are the only ones who knows about her relationship with the overwatch agent, “Keep that under wraps cherie”, you both laugh, “I really like her Amelie”, “You can do this”, “ You’re never this nice, what’s going on?”, “I’m only telling you so maybe you’ll stop screwing up on your missions because you’re making googly eyes at Sombra”, “There’s the Widow I know”, you chuckle, “Just do something or I’ll tell her myself”, she says and walks out the common room.

“Hey y/n” Sombra says walking towards you, as she gets closer you take in her beautiful figure and her hips which drive you wild when she walks. Your heart starts to pound and butterflies in your stomach start to form. “H-Hey Sombra”, you say nervously no doubt she noticed, “I’ve dug up some information on our target, you wanna discuss it later tonight in your room?”, your eyes go wide, “I thought Reaper was working on that mission with you?”, “Oh cariño I forgot to tell you I switched him with you because I need you’re specific expertise on this one”, now you were really sweating, she specifically chose you to do this with, “Wow Sombra thank you!, that’s huge praise coming from you”, “Heh flattery will get you everywhere with me sweetheart”, did she just call you that!?!?! “So I’ll meet you in your room later tonight, we can order something and discuss while we eat, sound good?”, “Y-yeah I’d love that”, you say nervously, “Great, see you then mi corazón”, as she walks away you finally breathe not noticing you’ve been holding your breath the entire time. You also take note of what she called you before she left, you noticed she has called you that multiple times and you haven’t asked her what it means.

-TIMESKIP-

Later that night you’re frantically cleaning your room so it can look nice for her, as your putting away the rest of your clothes you hear a knock at the door, you panic, “Just a second”, you scramble to put the last thing away and head to open the door, “Hey Sombra!”, you say leaning against the door way trying to look calm and collected, “Hey!, I hope you like Chinese food”, she says as she holds up the bag with the food in it.

As you two are eating, Widowmakers words kept playing in the back of your head and you thought to yourself if tonight is the night to tell her how you feel. You both finish your food and start discussing your next target, “Oh look he has a girlfriend”, Sombra points at the screen she’s pulled up, “Can we use that to our advantage?”, you asked her, “I don’t know, I wouldn’t know anything about that kind of stuff, I’ve never dated”, you start to blush, maybe this is a sign to tell her, “Wow really?, anyone would be lucky to date you”, did you just say that out loud!?!?!, she puts her screen away with a flick of her wrist, “Oh would they now?”, she scoots closer to you on your bed, “Please tell me more about that”, you grow hot as she got close to you but you see this as the perfect opportunity.

You take a deep breath but you can’t look at her, “Well your smart, funny, snarky but in a good way, and you’re very beautiful, you should be appreciated, and loved”, you couldn’t bear to look at her, Sombra put her index finger under your chin so your forced to look at her, “Now was that so hard to say?”, you look at her confused, “I’ve been waiting for that to come out of your mouth for months now”, you look at her shocked, “I like you too y/n, and I wanna explore what we have going on here, mi vida”.

You looked up at her, your flush deepening. She reached out, a silent question, to which you nodded and allowed her to cup your cheeks, bringing you in closer until you were lightly pressed up against her body. Your fingertips twitched and you raised your hands, resting them on the curves of her hips. She hummed, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. Her nails, on one hand, traced down your face, down to your collarbone, and then to the back of your neck where she scratched gently. Her touch, yet gentle, was electrifying, sending shivers straight down your spine, and unconsciously, you pressed your body further against hers.  

You felt your body go limp and she took the moment to press her lips against yours. Surprisingly, it was gentle at first, your chest blooming with affection. Her lips were gorgeously softer than you could have possibly imagined. The velvety plush melding almost too perfectly with your own. You allowed your eyes to close as your arms raised to her neck, wrapping themselves around it. The normally cool skin of her face and neck began to heat up as you pressed further into this kiss and moaned against her lips. That did it for her. She deepened the kiss, her touches becoming more frantic, more desperate. 

She pushes you back into the bed, you wrapped your arms around her neck, running your fingers through her hair. Her hands traveled up and down the length of your body, groaning softly against the kiss as they landed on your hips and pulled them closer to her own. She broke the kiss, leaving you silently gasping for air, and placed open-mouthed kisses down your neck and to your collarbone. Your back arched, pushing your chest out to her. As she continues to trail kisses down your neck you tell her something important, “Ah-Uh Sombra?”, she hums in response still kissing you, “I’ve never done this before…at least with a woman”, she looks up at you, “That’s ok mi vida”, she kisses your lips, “We’ll go slow”.

Your arm hooked back around her neck and brought her closer as you pressed your lips against hers, breathing out a trembling moan. She deepened the kiss and licked at your lower lip and when you parted your lips, her tongue met yours, brushing up against each other as you both let out sensual moans. Her kiss was dominant and dare say primal as her fingers circled around your clit through the garment. Her other hand slid up your stomach and tugged down the front of your dress by the hem, revealing your pretty lacy bra. Her eyes opened as she watched herself cup one of your breasts, giving it a firm squeeze before pulling up the entire piece altogether.

She kept her thumb over your clit as her fingers probed at the fabric. With a smirk, she pulled her hand away, marveling at the wetness that was covering them.

 

"Look how wet you are for me, [Y/N]." 

 

Your eyes fluttered and leaned your head back, giving her full access to your neck which she greedily took. Her hand returned back to its original place as she sucked against your pulse, still massaging one of your breasts before switching to the other to give it the same kind of attention. 

 

Aroused was far from what you were feeling at this point, it was beyond that. You felt her touch everywhere, expertly knowing what made a woman tick, every grope, stroke, and bite was pure ecstasy. You didn't want to end just there, your body wanted to feel sore the next day, desperate to feel her touch in more ways than one. 

 

Your thighs began to twitch when she added more pressure against you, mixed with small bites on the particularly sensitive part of your neck that never failed to make your body tremble. The way her hips rolled and bucked up against you guaranteed that she was enjoying this as much as you were, her soft groans rumbling against your skin. 

She took your clothes off nice and slow until you are bare underneath her. She kissed your inner thighs, nipping at the soft flesh. Every cell in your body felt like it was on fire and when you felt her gently blow against you, your hips jerked. One of her hands held you down by the waist, keeping you still. 

 

You stared down at her, panting heavily as she gazed up at you through her eyelashes. You fisted the bedsheets with a white-knuckled grip and she lowered herself further, muttering filthy things under her breath. Your hips mustered enough strength to buck up towards her and that's when finally her tongue ran up your slit, still making sure to maintain eye contact with those gorgeous, sultry eyes. You bit your lip, a shaky sigh exhaling through your nose as she did it again, moaning at simply your taste. 

She yanked you closer to her face and used her thumbs to part your lips, cleaning up all the wetness with her tongue. Paying absolutely no mind to your throbbing clit, only feeding her own pleasures. Her tongue danced around your entrance, pulling back occasionally to savor the mess that she was only making worse. Just the sensation alone made you clench around nothing, desperate to have something fulfill your desire. 

 

One of her hands trailed up your body and wrapped itself around your neck, groaning at the way your cries and moans vibrated against her palm. You wanted more, your body craved it and you'd do absolutely anything for her to give it to you. You pulled her hand away from your neck and kissed the center of her palm before dragging your tongue along the length of her digits. This seemed to only spur Sombra further as her tongue dipped inside your aching cunt. 

 

Her other arm prevented you from squirming and you gripped the other, your nails digging into her skin. You kissed the tips of her fingers before taking two of them into your mouth as her tongue explored inside of you. 

You moaned as her fingers pressed down on your tongue and held it for a few seconds, then allowed you to continue worshiping them. 

 

When it seemed like Sombra had her fill she pulled away, leaving open-mouthed kisses on both of your thighs, her fingers slipping out of your mouth. 

 

Her glistening fingers found themselves at your entrance before slipping inside.Sombra cooed gently, biting her bottom lip as she pumped them in and out of you. You felt yourself immediately clamp down on her, your back arching once again as you cried out her name.

 

"Look how beautiful. Taking me like the good girl you are...so tight for me." 

 

"Sombra…Sombra, please…"

You threw an arm over your face and let out a small scream when her fingers curled inside of you, brushing against the velvet of your walls. 

 

Her eyelids fluttered and leaned back down, finally brushing her tongue against your clit. You gasped sharply and tangled your fingers into her purple tresses. She flicked over it, tracing with circles and figure eights as her fingers worked dutifully inside of you. When her plush lips wrapped themselves over the swollen bud and sucked, you felt yourself begin to reach your climax. You tugged onto her hair as your thighs trembled around her head, your moans and screams rising in pitch. She grunted each time you pulled and managed to breathe out, “That’s it babygirl, cum for me”.

White, hot pleasure bloomed into your vision as you came, chanting her name like a prayer. Sombra worked you down from your orgasm before slowly pulling out her fingers, cleaning them off with her tongue. 

 

Sombra licked her lips and crawled onto the bed, hovering over you. "Absolutely delicious." She took in the panting, trembling form beneath her and pressed her lips against yours. You immediately deepened the kiss once you tasted yourself on her tongue, pulling her body down against yours until your chests were touching.

 

Your hands roamed down her body, touching all that you could reach as your lips clashed together. Her body felt amazing against yours, just the feeling of her soft, caramel skin under your touch left you breathless. Your nails ran down her back and pass her augments,she grasped the top of the headboard. Her hair were tossed out of place and stuck to her forehead. She broke away from the kiss and whispered huskily into your ear. "You're going to use that pretty mouth on me now. Okay, sweet girl?" 

 

The way she panted against your skin nearly made your eyes roll back and you nodded.

 

"Please...I want to make you feel good too."

She gave you another deep kiss before sitting up, carefully lifting one of her legs and settling herself right above your face. You eagerly adjusted yourself under her, wrapping your arms around her thighs as they bracketed your face. 

 

You wet your lips as she got comfortable, distributing her weight so that she didn’t crush you, not like that would’ve been a problem anyway. She reached down and guided your mouth against her clit, hissing softly when your tongue made contact. Her hips slowly rolled as she leaned her head back, running her hand down her throat as she hummed. “Right there, that’s it.”

 

You buried your face against her as you mimicked her ministrations from earlier, learning what exactly made her breath hitch. She reacted better to long, broader strokes, relishing in the sensations you were providing for her. 

 

She was definitely a louder lover than you were and frankly, it was hot. She reached back, balancing herself on your thighs as her back arched, beginning to set a faster rhythm for herself. Your eyes were clouded with lust, dizzy from her intoxicating taste that you found yourself already addicted too. Matching her pace, you sunk your nails into her flesh, leaving crescent-shaped marks against it, your moans vibrating against her. 

 

"Fuck, don't stop. God, you're going to make me cum." 

 

She straightened out, once again gripping the headboard tightly. You ran your hands up her stomach, your thumb tracing over a light, old scar that ran across her lower abdomen. The other hand reached further, cupping her breast and giving it a firm squeeze. 

 

Sombra looked down at you through half-lidded eyes, her mouth open as she moaned. Once her thighs began to shake, you flattened out your tongue, letting her grind against it, letting her use you. 

 

"That's it, corazón...you're going to make me cum, fuck. Fuck. Fuck!" Her hand covered her mouth in an effort to contain her EMP, when she blessed you with one of her muffled cries as she came against your tongue. You dragged your tongue around her clit, making her twitch harshly against your mouth. 

 

Her chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, still occasionally bucking before she lifted herself off of you and collapsed by your side. She closed her eyes as she came down from her high. 

You weren't done with her, not by a longshot. 

 

You sat up and straddled her hips, gently running a hand down her sternum. She smiled and opened her eyes, chuckling softly. "Insatiable are we?"

 

"I can't help it when you're laying here naked for me." You stuck out your bottom lip and gave her your best innocent expression.

 

She sat up, pulling your hips closer to her own. "Be careful what you wish for, mi vida. You're going to be begging me to stop." 

 

"Don't make promises you can't keep." You gently kissed the tip of her nose, biting your lip as her hold on you tightened.

-TIMESKIP-

The next few hours were spent pulling orgasms from one another, late until the sun began to rise. 

 

You were both spent, your back pressed against her chest as your head laid on one of her arms. She lazily pressed sweet kisses along your neck before burying her face into your hair. 

 

This was bliss.

 

You were right where you belonged. 

 

"Sombra?" 

 

She hummed tiredly, adjusting the blanket, leaning back over to place a kiss on your cheek.

 

"I want to be with you, officially."

 

Your heart nearly soared when you felt her smile against your skin.

 

"You read my mind exactly."

[misspermitted]

A lot of talk about infodumping as a love language on my feed recently and having the ‘tism and this blog I naturally want to contribute with my experience.

A lot of people are saying they infodump as a way to share their joy with others, which isn’t really why I do it. But when I think about how I feel when my ND friends infodump on me, I do share their joy. So maybe that is where the ND urge to infodump comes from, and I’ve just been conditioned for so long that infodumping is bad and no one enjoys it, that I can’t view it as sharing joy.

Why I Infodump

For me infodumping is a love language primarily because when I do it I feel safe with someone. I’ve been continuously shamed into thinking my passion is an inconvenience of embarrassing, and so I become very quiet in most social situations. When I infodump it means I feel like the person won’t judge me.

Usually the first time I infodump on someone it’s a conscious choice, and I only do it a little to test the waters. If the person immediately shames me or tries to shut me up, I put it in my head to never unmask around them and usually don’t put a lot of effort into the acquaintance from there on out.

(I know there has also been a lot of talk about NT and ND people trying to bridge communication gaps, and my immediate detachment from people who won’t engage with infodumping is probably not healthy for that. At the same time, while I respect people’s efforts to have NT friends and such, that’s their choice, not mine. Friendships are where I broaden my opinions and empathy in a safe and happy space, not where I combat ableism and prejudice. I don’t have the mental stability for that atm.)

How I Feel When ND Friends Infodump On Me

With my ND friends, I actively try to encourage them to infodump. My personal reason for this is because I really enjoy it, I feed off other peoples excitement (because my ADHD brain cannot produce its own dopamine apparently) so I find it just as spoon-rejuvenating as my own special interests. I also just love learning new things.

However, on the friendship side of things, I really like knowing someone is comfortable enough with me to share their interests. It makes me so mad when my ND friends apologise for infodumping because you shouldn’t have to apologise for being you! Im not mad at them, I’m mad that people make us feel embarrassed about who we are and being excited. Sometimes listening to my ND friends infodump is when I mask the most tbh. I try to communicate to them clearly through questions and facial expressions that I am also excited about their interest, when I don’t usually ask questions and have resting autism face.

I also always feel so much more deeply connected with a friend knowing about their interests and what makes them happy or angry than things like their childhood school or favourite colour. I also find sometimes with ND friends we infodump all our trauma on each other straight away, which means I know way way too much about them already haha

(I also wanna say that infodumping trauma is a bit different for me than when someone trauma dumps. For me the main difference between the two is that trauma dumping becomes something you have to emotionally support the person through, whereas infodumping trauma is the person telling you everything they’ve figured out about themselves and how they understand it. Trauma dumping is very draining for me, it feels like I’m holding all the trauma afterwards and it’s usually very feelings and emotions heavy. Infodumping trauma is like “this is everything I’ve read about it what I experienced and this is how I’m struggling to intellectualise it.” And then usually I respond with a similar experience I had and things I read and this goes on for hours.)

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

YN Ackerman: Dating Jean Kirschtein

Jean Kirschstein featuring the whole AOT gang x Yn Ackerman (Levi Ackerman's sister; she/her pronouns)

Warnings: swearing, kissing 😍

AN: This is a request from @lilacveiledsea! I figured we need a tiny change in fandoms for the day 🥰 also this is kind of modern remix with some of the wording. I can’t and won’t be stopped on my emoji usage 😂

Oh my dearest YN

Dear dear, innocent YN

You precious angel I'm so sorry 🤣

Not only are you related to this 👇🏻

But you are also besties with the chaotic duo known as Hange and Erwin 😃

Thoughts and prayers YN 🙏🏻

Because wow is your life hectic!

Seriously I'm not sure how you do it

You basically wake up and your life is in shambles

"YN WAKE UP!" Hange screams, banging on your door

"It's 4am!" You yell

"Get up YN you're late," your brother shouts

"Late for what?!?! It's 4AM!" You again

"If you have to ask YN then you're already behind," Erwin shouts

You 👉🏻😐 dear god why me?

Life in the scouts is anything but boring for you

Seriously being the baby sister of Levi is a full time job

Mans needs someone to just chill him out Ok ✋🏻

"Levi will you please just calm down," you say exasperated

"YN we have alot to do before the next mission," your brother says

"Yes and we have time so stop running everyone ragged if you expect them to fight off 15 meter titans!" You argue back

Levi 👉🏻😐😑

You 👉🏻😠

Please YN you are the only one (besides Historia) who can talk back to him

Not that he takes you seriously 😒 but still

Not only do you hold major control over Levi but also you are the calm Hange needs

"YN ALL THIS RESEARCH ISNT GOING TO DO ITSELF!" Hange screams

"Yes but it can wait for you to sleep for a few hours," you say, pulling your friend from their station

"YN I'm so close to a breakthrough!" Hange exclaims

"That's great but it can wait for you to take a nap," you say full on grabbing your friend and dragging them from their workshop

Literally YNs job is not to fight titans, it's to babysit the scouts 😅

Even Erwin relys on you to keep him sane

"Alright times up, put the pen down," you say, bursting into your friends chambers

"Just a few more minutes," Erwin says, scribbling on some papers

"No! The timer went off and the pen GOES DOWN!" You say going up to grab the pen from Erwins hands

"Just a few minutes YN," he says quickly pulling it away as you glare 😑

"I swear to god Erwin I will set fire to this entire office if you don't put that pen down right now-" you 😡

Erwin 👉🏻😐 you wouldn't dare....

You 👉🏻 🕯 try me....

The pen goes down as Erwin stands up, moving past you

"You are ridiculous," he says

You 👉🏻😊 🤗

But you see YN, your efforts don't go unnoticed...

Because a certain someone is always watching 👀

Kind of creepy but listen, his intentions are good ok

You see, a certain Scout member just so happens to have a MAJOR crush on you

Literally he's hard-core in love with you YN

Jean has always thought you were perfect and an all around amazing person

He respects everything about you from the way you kill titans to the way you care for your friends and family

You've sort of formed an interesting friendship with Jean

While we all know he can act a bit "childish" we also know he is super reliable and helpful

Hrs always there when you need him 🥰

So much so that you sort of, kind of, develop a teeny TINY crush on the man's

Honestly, do not blame you YN 🥵

But you had always thought Jean liked Mikasa

I mean, would wouldn't be entirely wrong YN but he still had more feelings towards you than anyone else

In fact 👀 he'd often get a little jealous when he say you talking a certain someone

"Hey YN!" Eren would say as you turned and smiled

"Hey Eren! What's up?" You asked

Jean rn 👉🏻 >:(

"Not much just taking a break," Eren would say sitting next to you

As in, RIGHT next to you...

Less than an inch apart 😑

So leave it to our buddy Jean to waltz right up to Eren and tell him off!

"Aren't you suppose to be cleaning Titan boy?" Jean would growl

You 👉🏻👀 🍿

"I'm just taking a break and I thought I'd spend it talking to a pretty girl," Eren said as you blushed heavily

Oof Jean was not impressed in the slightest!

"Maybe YN doesn't want to talk to you? She looks busy," Jean said, bending down in front of Eren and glaring at him

You are still just like 👉🏻😃

"Well if I'm bothering YN she can tell me herself," Eren says back, standing up and facing off with Jean

Alright nows definitely the time to interfere YN

Too bad your big brother has that taken care of

"YEAGER get your ass back to cleaning! KIRSCHTEIN pick up a mop, if you have time to talk you have time to clean!" Levi yelled as you giggled at both men

“YN WHY ARE YOU INCITING A RIOT?!?” Levi yells at you

You 👉🏻 🧍‍♀️literally existing

You see, Levi knows Jean had a crush on you

And he also knows you have a crush on jean 👀

And he doesn’t like it one bit

Jean also knows that Levi knows that he has a crush on you

Phew 😮‍💨 it’s like a game of telephone over here

But Jean isn’t deterred

He does everything and anything to impress you

From finishing his cleaning first to helping you clean to killing 15 meter titans

“Did you see that Yn?” Jean boasts as you smile and nod

“Everyone saw that brat,” Levi says, swinging by and killing two more 15 meters right in front of Jean

Oof-

However Jean just takes that as a challenge to win your brother over

So when your ODM malfunctions as you are swinging through the forest, you panic

“Crap crap!” You scream as you fall

“YN!” Erwin and Hange both shout as they race to get you

Fortunately for you, a knight in shining armor comes to your rescue 💅

That’s right, Jean is there to save the day!

He catches you, carefully swinging to a branch and setting you down

“Are you ok?” He asks as he checks you over intently

“YN!” Hange and Erwin shout as they land next to you

“I’m fine, thanks Jean!” You say as your brother swings by

“YN your lucky there weren’t any titans around or you would have been a goner,” Levi says as you glare

“Well thankfully Jean saved me!” You spit back as your brother rolls his eyes and continues on

Poor Jean isn’t going to get Levi’s approval that easily

Good thing your an independent woman and you don’t need your brothers blessing

So when you get back to base, you confront Jean

“Jean, I just wanted to say thanks for today,” you say, playing with your fingers as he looks at you

Suddenly, you lift your head and your lips graze his softly

Jean rn 👉🏻😐😳

“I like you Jean and I was kind of wondering if maybe…” you say before you are immediately cut off, his lips on yours again

“I like you too YN, a lot actually!” He says as you smile

And everyone lives happily ever after 😌

The end.

Just kidding 🙃

Because one thing about being in the scouts in that you literally have zero alone time

Every time you and Jean think you can be alone, someon interrupts

Once it was Armin, another time Mikasa, then Eren

Literally there is no safe space

Thankfully you manage to find a safe space behind the stables

That is, until 👀

“HOLY CRAP I KNEW IT!” You hear shouting as you and Jean quickly seperate to see Hange and Erwin staring at you

You and Jean 👉🏻😳😳

Erwin and Hange 👉🏻😐😍

“Please please don’t say anything to Levi!” You immediately beg

Hange rn 👉🏻😐😏

“Don’t worry YN, your secret is safe with us,” Erwin says as you sigh in relief

“Thanks commander,” Jean responds as he smiles at you

“You two really like each other huh?” Hange says as you both nod

“You really think Levi would disapprove if you were happy Yn?” Erwin asks

You, Jean and Hange 👉🏻😐 really?

“Ok noted but I really think you should tell him,” Erwin says walking away

Sure, you’ll tell Levi one day

It might be on his deathbed but you’ll eventually tell him right?

Well unfortunately for you, things don’t happen that way

You see, Jean is kind of, well he’s a possessive guy

Literally he gets so jealous and so incredibly easily

So when Eren is innocently flirting with you in the dining hall 👀

“TITAN BOY LEAVE MY GIRLFRIEND ALONE BEFORE I REARRANGE YOUR FACE!” Jean yells as everyone looks at him

Everyone including Levi

“This is fine just don’t make eye contact don’t make eye contact… CRAP,” you think as you accidentally look at your brother who is now glaring at you over his tea

“YN, Kirstein my office NOW!” Levi screams as he stops out

Hange 👉🏻🫡 fair well YN

Jean 👉🏻😃 crap-

You 👉🏻🙏🏻 counting your days

You and Jean enter Levi’s office and sit down

Not only is he sitting at his desk but he’s staring at both of you

“Levi I can explain-”

“It’s not Yn’s fault-”

Levi 👉🏻✋🏻

You and Jean 👉🏻🤐🤐

“I just want to know one thing… why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Levi asks

You and Jean 👉🏻🤨🤨 wait what-

“I knew you two liked each other for a while and I suspected you were dating but I’m just wondering why you wouldn’t tell me?” Levi asks

“I- I just thought you wouldn’t approve,” you say

Levi sighs, “are you happy Yn?”

“Im happy,” Jean says : D

“I didn’t ask you Kirstein! YN?”

You grab Jeans hand and smile, “I am!”

“Ok well that’s all I need,” Levi says, “now get out of here.”

You and Jean stand, quietly moving quickly to the door

“Kirschstein, I’m not done with you yet!” Levi says as Jean gulps

You just smile, turning to kiss you boyfriend

“Thoughts and prayers” ✌🏻

[sinsandsuccubus]

Our Future

Hey everyone, long time no see.

I’ve been putting this off for a while now, however, I believe I owe you guys some sort of response/update.

I’m gonna be honest. I’ve lost interest in Jack Harlow. Yes, his music is great, yes he’s attractive, however, I’m just not into writing for him anymore. Or writing at all.

As some of you may know, I am well known for my smuts. I get a lot of asks for them, and a lot of comments on how good they are. However, my sexuality prohibits whether I write or not, and recently is has to the extreme. A while back I made a post explaining my sexuality and how it affects me daily, which I will link here. I’m not going to go into details, as you can read the post, but basically sometimes I feel romantic, sometimes I don’t. The same thing goes with for the concept of intimacy. And because of this, I can’t write unless I’m in the mood, which is becoming a few and far in between.

At this point, I honestly don’t know what to do. I’ve received a lot of suggestions, however, when I go to put forth the effort, it just isn’t there; which can been kind of seen with my one sentence requests.

I don’t want to say I’ll be back to writing, because 9 times out of 10, I won’t. However, I also don’t want to say I’m leaving, because I don’t think I am. I just have no motivation to write at the moment. Will that change in the future, maybe? I don’t know just yet.

With that being said, I’d like to apologize, to the asks I’ve received and never answered, to the stories I’ve promised and never completed, to those of you who are waiting for me - I am deeply sorry. I’m just not feeling it anymore.

I’ve also noticed that the Jack Harlow tumblr presence is now dead. No one is really active on here; and part of me wants to come back and change that, but the other part of me wants to just leave it.

I do want to give thanks to all of the people who I’ve made friendships with, you know who you are. I’d also like to thank all of you, who have showed interest in me in my page, I’m grateful for every single one of you.

To keep things short, and to give some reassurance - I will no longer be on tumblr as frequent as I was before. I haven’t decided if I wanted to stay, nor decided if I want to go, so it’s really up in the air. Please do not expect posts, as I don’t want to leave you hanging mid-air. However, please be assured that my page will be up. I will not take down this page unless stated so in the future, but as of right now, I’m not taking it down anytime soon.

I will be pinning this post, so underneath my signature theres a link to my navigation, as well as a few others.

I love you all, and thank you so much for sticking with me this long.

- Luna 🌙

Navigation & Destination | Plagerization Poll | Main Masterlist

[fluetytooty]

my stsg band au

Satoru’s friends part 1

Satoru Gojo (20yo)

- comes from rich family, but decided to make this world better that is why he wants to become a teacher, to make sure that younger generations have good values and everyone seen

- tho he’s a spoiled brat and doesn’t know value of money, spend A LOT

- swiftie through and through

- favorite food is anything that contains ungodly amount of sugar

- shoko always says that he’ll die young from diabetes

- freaking loves kids, especially megumi fushiguro, when gojo’s babysitting him, he always brings sweets or toys or games for boy

- once meet megumi’s friend from their class named yuuji, they played mario kard for hours straight, gojo won only twice

gojo: “kids these days don’t go out and spend all their time in front of screen playing, and I’m an adult with responsibilities and don’t have time to practice, of course you’ll win so many times”

megumi: “yeah of course it’s not because you bad at mario kard”

gojo: “heyy be nice to me”

- sucks at mario kard actually

Shoko Ieiri (20yo)

- is a baddie

- tried to quit smoking five times and failed

- loves to make fun of satoru but actually cares for him and very greatful for their friendship

- has a gf from satoru’s year, her name is iori utahime

- they met at one of parties and just clicked, tho their personalities are quite different

- takes her studies very seriously, but still loves to go out and relax (she’s so smart even if she won’t put an effort to it at all she’ll still get an A+)

Nanami Kento (19yo)

- very calm and loves quiet

- tho he didn’t know peace since he got into college, thanks to gojo

- learned how to style his hair during the summer before school started

- tried to ignore gojo for his whole 1st year of college but somehow ended up being his friend

- realized gojo is a good person and not just spoiled annoying shithead after he saw him helping his underclassmen with the assignment, because teacher for this subject is really harsh

- wants to be rich and live in comfort, that’s why he choose business and economics major

- has part time job at the bakery

- one day when he was at work gojo and shoko came to this bakery and learned that a part timer is kento

nanami: “welcome to our shop, what can I get fo— oh no… not you…”

gojo: “NANAMIIINNN IS IT YOUU?? Omg 😱”

shoko: “satoru stop that. hello, nanami, can we get these cupcakes and this croissant, please”

gojo: “this is my new favorite place to eat now”

shoko: *slapping satoru’s arm* “I said stop that!”

gojo: “😫 how could you? I’m your favorite best friend!! 😭”

nanami: “here you go, and thanks for slapping him”

shoko: “you’re welcome 😌”

[liz-and-the-blue-bird]

Good afternoon to me

Soundtrack

I have this weird infatuation with the idea of a nostalgic girlfriend. I guess this isn’t just a me thing, I guess people tend to root for the childhood friend when they see these kinds of tropes. And obviously, you want each relationship you have to be a bit better than the last one. Something more every time. Now putting these things together isn’t really practical. It’s not realistic for you to keep finding someone who was a bigger deal in your younger years over and over again for the rest of your life until you find the perfect person. That’s not how real life works. But sometimes things work out like that, so you build it up to be more than it really is. 

Anyway what I’m saying is life kinda sucks sometimes. 

And I don’t think it’s anyone’s fault. It’s just feelings kinda suck sometimes. No one wronged anyone, no matter how much she apologizes. It doesn’t become your fault because you say sorry. Just like saying sorry doesn’t make the sting go away. A bandaid is to help with healing, not to kill the pain.

As I grow older, these kinds of interactions happen more and more. Situations where no one is at fault, it’s just that feelings make things hard. I like you, but I don’t want to say it, because if you don’t, then our friendship won’t keep going. I am tired of you, but I can’t say it, because it’s more comfortable to stay where I am than to be thrust into something new. I don’t think of you that way, but if said, means that you’ve put a lot of effort into nothing here. I don’t know. 

When I was younger, I would fall in love a lot. I may have talked about this before. But in high school I would have a new crush every semester. And when I was in college, I looked at too many girls as possible relationships. This probably isn’t a healthy mindset, and is probably why so many younger people think boys and girls can’t just be friends, but at least I know that now. And now it feels like now I never fall in love. I don’t know if I’ve become more picky or if there are just less single people around me. But i always have to fight this internal “what even is the point” that comes up all the time. 

I think I’m just frustrated when I see people in relationships. Not in a “you shouldn’t be happy” or “i deserve to be happy” or “relationships are stupid” but in a “i feel like i haven’t done anything wrong, so why am i still like this right now?” What mistakes have I made? Where could I be better? Why isn’t anything working? Kind of thing. I want to be better at life in general. And I am getting better I think. I manage my macros now. I bench 70 lb dumbbells. I sleep a healthy 7-8 hours. But getting into relationships isn’t a thing that you should need to get better at, I don’t think. I don’t need to know how to best please girls, I just need to know how best to please the one girl.

Anyway, it never was a thing, so it’s not like I lost anything. It’s like I’ve been driving through fog for the past couple hours. I left early in an autumn morning and I can’t even seen more than a couple miles down the road. But I climb up a hill and see the sun peaking out over the fog, and it’s bright, and warm, and wonderful. Then I go back downhill into the fog. I haven’t been out of the fog for long, not even long enough for my eyes to adjust. 

So why does it feel so dark? 

[nokingsonlyfooles]

Finish the Feed and Plug the Thing! (And Play the Music!)

Today, under the cut, I shall demonstrate my new ability to create original music that might be recordable! (Guest Starring the Radio Demon from Hazbin Hotel!)

My web serial! My brainchild! My empire of dirt! I write this, I'm only on social media because I want people to look at it, and they're not. I suspect I've sold my cow for some magic beans and it turns out they're not even regular beans, they're foam peanuts. Nevertheless, the people in my orbit seem decent in general SO I WILL CONTINUE TO BROWBEAT YOU WITH GUILT-INDUCING REMINDERS UNTIL MY READERSHIP IMPROVES! No need to thank me! It's a service I provide!

Current known readers: 3 (hi!), 1st Goalpost: 10?

Current supporters: 2 (hi Kith and 5th!), 1st Goalpost: 5?

So! I am doing a Hazbin Hotel fic, while working sporadically on the serial. It involves David and I have a lot to say about mental health, fictional universes and massive multiversal crossovers, so it's still technically serial content, even if you may not want to read it.

But, I like to use side projects to experiment. I have to have something I like enough to put a lot of effort in, but I don't want to feel terrible if that effort comes to nothing. The fic happened because I drew David Vivzie-style to test my drawing ability and stamina. (It's improving! I can draw! Slowly!)

I am writing MUSIC with STAGE DIRECTIONS for David's stay at the Hotel, both reprises of Hazbin Hotel tunes with new lyrics, and new songs with public domain melodies. There is a LOT of music in the public domain. I've been filking pop songs, but that's still legally grey. When I filk this stuff, there's no limits!

...but that's not true, because a lot of it doesn't have lyrics. My process up until now has involved rewriting music with existing lyrics. Never before did I tackle an instrumental. Now I have!

I would call it a 75% success. It scans, fairly well, but I think I made an error in choice of melody. I LOVE this raggy 1925 arrangement of Hungarian Rhapsody - I listened to it a million times to do this and I STILL love it - but if you actually had to sing it at speed, I think your tongue would fly off. Hamilton has unsingable music like that, too, but I think this came out too complex to be catchy. I can barely sing it and I WROTE it!

Nevertheless, here it is (stage directions omitted for ease of reading along fast enough to keep up), with some background on the fic for context: David has, at this point, convinced Alastor they were best friends in the 20s, and made friends with Angel Dust in a more conventional way. Alastor does not wish to be second-best at anything (we've already got a canon song about that!) and is registering an objection from the piano.

...That's probably still incomprehensible, but the point is, it scans. You gotta ignore the intro and start reading when the treble kicks in, but I do think it scans.

ALASTOR: Funnily, we’re both used to dining with refinement Trust two chefs to know I thought our dinner was almost perfect When the waiter served it But then you fondle The ketchup bottle! There’s bearnaise right there on the platter, what’s the matter? Must you stoop so low? Horrors! It’s just as if you called the sous-chef over —  “This needs salting!” So insulting! DAVID: Darling! The sauce is no improvement If the meat is poor With ketchup, there’s no dressing there to dress up  No one loves a pompous bore, Bestie! A: If that’s better, I’ll do better Don’t we both play well together? Formal wear is not required Friendship outshines one’s attire And I won’t mind, I won’t pretend Remember I’m your dearest friend I won’t compete, it’s not a test I can’t be beat, I’m always best D: Although your doubtful dedication’s Quite despicable I don’t envy your situation That’s forgivable A: I’m dedicated when it’s worth it Is that true for you? And of course my friends deserve it What I’d do for you! D: Oh, I forgot, my poor coat is soaking Might you mop up my reckless joking? A: If that’s better, I’ll do better Don’t we both play well together? D: And one more thing, I’m a little squeamish You think we could keep the murders cleanish? A: If that’s better, I’ll do better Don’t we both play well together? D: You’re so competitive Do you just want to win? A (counterpoint) : (If that’s better, I’ll do better) D: Hey, I need devotion, too, if you’ve a notion to! You can’t be listening Might you do anything? A: (If that’s better, I’ll do better) D: A fur coat, a fancy car, how ‘bout a chocolate bar? A: If that’s better, I’ll do better Don’t we both play well together? D: For the salt lick, I hope I’m forgiven? I show respect with little gifts given A: If that’s better, I’ll do better Don’t we both play well together? D: If I’ve annoyed, I think I should mention I just enjoy all kinds of attention A: And I won’t mind, I won’t pretend Remember I’m your dearest friend I won’t compete, it’s not a test I can’t be beat, I’m always best And I won’t mind, I won’t pretend Remember I’m your dearest friend I won’t compete… D: Can we have sex? A: I ca… [spoken] Old friend, if you were a woman… I’d turn lavender [note: 20s slang for gay] with shame. D: Ah. Tant pis! Shave and a haircut, no sale!

It diverges at the end, they need time to talk to each other, but it's very close!

And I should add how I "transcribed" the music to write that, because it almost broke me. It was so silly I started cackling and had to confess what I was doing and show the spouse the placeholder lyrics. You see, transcribing the beats and stresses as dashes and numbers wasn't working, so I decided to use words. I decided to listen to this music over and over, trying to find words that had a matching rhythm, and place them into stanzas with a rhyming scheme. THIS is what THAT looks like:

It’s okay it’s not even ready it’s a steady It’s an onion bowl Oh but it’s not a begonia-bopper It’s a hot dog topper It’s a taco And it’s a tico It’s okay it’s not even ready it’s a steady It’s an onion bowl Oh ba-by but it’s not a holy hanger it’s a radio And it’s okay but it’s just a Samples! It’s not a rosy robber It’s an onion bowl It’s not a motherfucking compsognathus  It is just an onion bowl But it’s Not a pony in a pickup It’s a doughnut in a slicker It’s no pony in a pickup It’s a tuesday hiccup coat And scrambled eggs, and scrambled eggs And applesauce, and applesauce And jellybeans and jellybeans And polka dots and polka dots It isn’t very much to listen It’s okay but it’s Not much of a good decision It’s okay but it’s It isn’t very much to listen It’s okay but it’s Not much of a good decision It’s okay but it’s Not a dog, it’s okay but it isn’t Not a dog, it’s okay but it isn’t Not a pony in a pickup It’s a doughnut in a slicker Not a dog, it’s okay but it isn’t Not a dog, it’s okay but it isn’t Not a pony in a pickup It’s a doughnut in a slicker It’s a blue doughnut boy he’s got a taco truck (not a pony in a pickup) And it’s a tree it’s a tree it’s a tree but it’s not It’s a blue doughnut boy he’s got a taco truck (not a pony in a pickup) And it’s a tree it’s a tree it’s a tree but it’s not Not a pony in a pickup It’s a doughnut in a slicker It’s not a puddle puck in a piston It’s just a whiny duck who won’t listen Not a pony in a pickup It’s a doughnut in a slicker It’s not a puddle puck in a piston It’s just a whiny duck who won’t listen And scrambled eggs, and scrambled eggs And applesauce, and applesauce And jellybeans and jellybeans And polka dots and polka dots And scrambled eggs, and scrambled eggs And applesauce, and applesauce And jellybeans and jellybeans And polk— It’s not anybody it is just a Camaro cap!

I can't sing that version either ("It's not a motherfucking compsognathus!" I'm dying! 😵I'm dead!) but I'm still fond of it. And look, it worked! Kinda!

If I want to do this for the actual serial, I may have to pick simpler music, or simplify it by choosing PART of the melody to use and repeat. I can't write or read musical notation, but most people can't either, so if I can link you to a piano roll or someone's recording of an old record, we can both sing along on the internet. And maaaybe some day I'll be able to record something. I wouldn't be good at playing or singing, but if you throw enough money at me, I can pay someone!

SO PLEASE GO BEG PEOPLE TO READ ME AND GIVE ME MONEY! THANK YOU!

[purrincess-chat]

Under the Moth’s Wing CH6: Lady Wifi

April Fools! The joke is I don’t have anymore of this story ready after this chapter, so this is all you guys get for now. Also Ladrien in Adrinette April? ;) Anyway, I’ve been busy, so I haven’t had much time to write or work on this one, but I promise I’ll be getting back to it soon! Until then enjoy this update ;)

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Chapter 6

“Hey, bugheads! Alya here with another update on Paris’s new superheroine! Our girl has done it again, defeating Stormy Weather earlier this afternoon. I wasn’t able to get much footage because I was stuck under ice, but I haven’t given up on our mission to find out who the girl under the mask really is. None of my current theories have much evidence, so one thing is for sure: Ladybug is seriously good at keeping her identity a secret, but that won’t stop me from investigating! I’ll keep you guys updated. Bye for now, bugheads. Don’t forget to stay connected!”

Adrien dimmed the screen on his phone at the dining table, and his father sipped his coffee pensively.

“Alya is really interested in finding out Ladybug’s identity. I think she could lead us to her,” he said.

“Excellent work, Adrien. I think you’re right, this girl could prove valuable to our cause.” His father smirked, the closest expression to a smile his father was capable of in Adrien’s experience. “Keep an eye on her, and let me know if she finds anything.”

“Yes, Father.”

School was like any other day, and Adrien was finally starting to get into the routine. He greeted various classmates as he passed them on the way to the locker room. Marinette was standing by her locker with her back to him, and he ran his fingers down the soft yarn of his new scarf with a smile.

“Hey,” he called as he approached. Nino got onto him about sneaking up on people, so he’d been making more of an effort to announce himself.

Marinette turned to him, with a cheery smile, though her eyes widened like she was still startled to see him. Drat. He’d have to work harder.

“Hi, Adri-you! You-drien! Ad-you. Hey, hi. What’s down? I mean, what’s going up?” She slapped a palm to her forehead with a sigh.

“Uh…” Adrien tilted his head to the side. Maybe shouting wasn’t the best way to announce himself. He’d clearly made her flustered. “I just wanted to come thank you for my new scarf and wish you luck in the tournament.”

“Oh! Yeah, right. The scarf. You’re so welcome. I mean, it wasn’t any trouble at all.” She giggled. “Does this mean you like it?”

“I love it!” He placed a hand on her shoulder. “No one’s ever made me a gift like this before. I’m just really glad we put our differences aside, and I hope we can become good friends from now on.”

“Me too!” Marinette squeaked.

The bell rang, and Adrien gestured for Marinette to walk with him to class. She offered him a stiff smile and fell into step beside him. Silence stretched between them as they crossed the courtyard, but rather than the hostility Adrien had grown accustomed to with Marinette, this felt more… awkward. Like neither of them knew what to say after being enemies for the first three weeks of knowing each other. Adrien tried not to let it get to him as they made it to class. After all, his friendship with Nino had started off slow too. They’d get there eventually.

Mlle. Bustier’s class was interesting, although literature wasn’t his favorite subject. Adrien surprised himself with how much he enjoyed school, even outside of getting to make new friends. All of the material came quickly to him, and he was consistently one of the highest grades in the class after Max — a fact he used as evidence when proving to his father that letting him go to public school was a good idea.

Midway through a lecture about Shakespeare, Adrien’s phone buzzed in his pocket. With a quick glance up at his teacher to ensure he wouldn’t get caught, Adrien spared a glance at the text.

I’ve akumatized a disgruntled office worker uptown. Stay put and keep an eye on the girl with the blog.

Adrien tucked his phone away with a sigh. At least his father sent a warning text this time, but there was no way he could sneak out of school and make it uptown in time to see Ladybug. Oh well. If Alya managed to learn her identity, Adrien could just ask her out in person.

Everyone’s phones buzzed with an akuma alert — a new emergency broadcast the police had come up with after the Stoneheart incident. Mlle. Bustier instructed everyone to remain calm as the threat was nowhere near the school.

“Mlle. Bustier!” Marinette’s hand shot up. “Can I use the restroom?”

“Yes, but hurry back.” Mlle. Bustier gave a permitting nod, and Marinette darted for the door.

Adrien leaned against his fist as Mlle. Bustier resumed her lesson, the rest of which was uneventful. The akuma threat stayed across town, never giving the school a reason to lockdown, and much to Adrien’s dismay, he never saw Ladybug.

When the bell rang to signal the end of the period, Mlle. Bustier quirked a brow at Marinette’s abandoned backpack.

“Alya, can you make sure Marinette gets her bag back?” she asked.

Alya’s eyes furrowed as she gathered her friend’s belongings and slung the pink bag over her other shoulder.

Adrien tailed her up the hall, keeping enough distance to not seem suspicious. She was watching news footage on her phone as she crossed the courtyard toward the locker room, but she made no moves to sneak out to get in on the action.

The day wore on, but Alya stayed put, shifting from class to class with Marinette’s abandoned bag in tow. Where had she gone anyway? Was her bathroom trip really that much of an emergency? Adrien shrugged it off, seeing as Marinette wasn’t his target, and he really didn’t want to know what she was up to in the bathroom.

After their final class, Adrien followed Alya back to the locker room with a sigh. Nothing exciting happened after all, and he missed seeing Ladybug too! Maybe the whole Ladyblog thing was a bust.

Alya stopped short, ducking behind a row of lockers, so Adrien did the same a few rows down. She peeked around the side to the next row, but Adrien was too far away to see what she was spying on. Or who she was spying on. After a few minutes, she paced swiftly back up the room toward the door, and Adrien fumbled to act natural, though Alya paid him no mind. He waited a few seconds, then followed.

By the time Adrien made it out of the locker room, Alya had already sprinted across the courtyard and up the stairs to the exit. Adrien jogged after her, making it out in time to see her dragging Nino down the steps to the banks of the Seine. His eyes narrowed, but he pursued them quietly.

“You absolutely cannot tell anyone what I’m about to tell you!” Alya was saying when Adrien paused on the stairs above their bench to listen.

“What are you talking about? I have to go pick up my little brother,” Nino said, sounding annoyed.

“My sisters go to the same preschool as your brother, they’ll be fine.” Adrien could picture Alya’s eye roll. “What I’m about to tell you is the biggest scoop.”

Nino sighed. “Fine, but make it quick.”

“I know who Ladybug is!”

What?

“Whoa, no cap?” Nino gasped, a phrase Adrien still couldn’t decipher. “Who is it?”

Alya got quiet for a few moments, and Adrien strained to listen.

“Pfft, yeah right!” Nino’s laughter echoed up the canal. “You really think Chloe Bourgeois has an altruistic bone in her body?”

“Shh!” Alya hissed. “Look, I saw her stuffing Ladybug stuff into her schoolbag in the locker room. What better cover for a superhero than pretending to be a spoiled brat? No one would suspect her!”

“Yeah, because she’s not pretending. Seriously, there’s no way Chloe is Ladybug,” Nino said.

“You don’t know! I’ll prove it!” Alya shot back.

Adrien rolled his eyes and crept back up the stairs. Some journalist she was. First of all, Ladybug was a radiant goddess, and Chloe was… Chloe. Secondly, Ladybug and Chloe were both at the Eiffel Tower when Stoneheart attacked, so there was no physical way it could be her — a fact Adrien remained grateful for. Alya really was a dead end.

Heading back into the school to prepare for his fencing practice, Adrien clicked the phone icon next to his father’s name. He answered on the second ring.

“I take it since you’re calling that you’ve found something?”

A hello would have been nice, but Adrien was used to his father’s curtness.

“Not exactly. Alya thinks Chloe is Ladybug, but that’s not even possible! I’m sorry she wasn’t more useful, Father.” He lowered his gaze, bracing for the scorning.

“Hmm.” His father hummed. “We may still be able to use this to our advantage.”

“Really? How?” Adrien blinked.

“Ladybug is highly esteemed by this girl. She will be disappointed to learn that her idol isn’t who she thought she would be,” his father said. “She will make excellent prey for my akuma. We just need to be patient.”

“I’m glad I could help?” Adrien smiled, still confused, but happy his father wasn’t angry. “I’ve got fencing now, but will I see you at dinner?”

“I have to be prepared in the instance that Chloe proves disappointing. I need to be ready to capitalize on this girl’s negative emotions,” he said.

“Oh.” His shoulders slumped. “That’s okay. Maybe next time.”

His father hung up, and Adrien tucked his phone back into his bag with a sigh. At least something good was going to come from his efforts. Maybe if they brought his mom back, his father would have meals with him again. It was a nice thought anyway.

The next day, Adrien sat back as Alya crept after Chloe into the locker room, dragging a reluctant Nino with her. An akumatized Alya would likely mean a chance to see Ladybug for him, though Adrien did feel a little guilty for setting Alya up. But only a little. He might have made friends with Marinette, but he hadn’t crossed that bridge with Alya yet.

Speaking of, he hadn’t seen Marinette since she left for the bathroom the previous day. Hopefully she was okay. One thing he hadn’t thought about with public school was how often everyone got sick — a fate he’d managed to escape so far. Maybe he’d get her a get well gift when she got back to school. That was acceptable for friends to do, right?

The bell rang, and Adrien headed to class, though Alya was pointedly missing when Mlle. Bustier shut the door. Chloe strutted in with a smirk, so he could only assume that everything was going exactly according to his father’s plan. Nino’s slumped shoulders seemed to confirm the worst as he slipped onto the bench beside Adrien. With a deep breath, Adrien tuned into the lecture, figuring it wouldn’t be long until Alya interrupted.

A few minutes into class, Marinette crept through the door and into her seat quietly. She seemed to be feeling better when she leaned down to tap Nino’s shoulder.

“Where’s Alya?” she whispered.

“She got suspended.”

“What?” Marinette shot up with a gasp.

Mlle. Bustier stopped her lecture and turned to them with a frown. “Marinette, if you’re going to come in late, at least do so quietly.”

“Sorry.” She waited thirty seconds before tapping Nino again. “What happened?”

“She got caught digging through Chloe’s locker because she thinks Chloe might be Ladybug.” Nino rolled his eyes.

“What?” Marinette gasped again.

Mlle. Bustier turned around again with a steely glare. “Marinette, if you interrupt my lecture again, I’m going to send you to the-”

“Hello, people of Paris! Lady Wifi here bringing you the scoop of a lifetime.” The overhead projector sprang to life on its own, and scarlet eyes glared back at them behind a black mask. Lady Wifi spun the chair next to her around to reveal a cowering M. Damocles. “Why don’t you tell us the real story? Is it true you suspended a girl named Alya earlier for no good reason?”

“I did.” He shrank away from her.

“So, you admit that you were biased?”

“I was.” He frowned.

“I thought so.” A purple beam shot out of Lady Wifi’s phone screen, a pause symbol stopping M. Damocles in his tracks. “I’ve got an even bigger scoop for all of you coming very soon. Stay tuned as I unmask Ladybug!”

The broadcast ended, and Adrien’s classmates huddled together in fear. Even Mlle. Bustier seemed shaken.

“Alya…” Marinette glanced at the empty seat beside her, face sinking.

Adrien shifted his weight, his phone weighing heavy in his pocket. He’d known it was coming, but seeing his classmates tremble in fear still made his stomach twist in knots. As much as he enjoyed seeing Ladybug, he really hoped Lady Wifi succeeded in unmasking her, so they could put an end to this nightmare.

“Stay calm, everyone.” Mlle. Bustier clapped her hands. “Ladybug will get this all sorted out soon. Go home until the all clear texts are sent.”

Adrien hung back from the crowd, retrieving his phone from his pocket.

School was dismissed. How can I help?

He retrieved his books from his locker while he awaited a reply. Halfway up the courtyard, his phone buzzed.

Lady Wifi will be targeting Chloe Bourgeois. Head to the Grand Paris and make sure she succeeds in unmasking Ladybug.

Adrien smiled, tucking his phone back into his pocket. His father didn’t have to tell him twice. He’d happily throw himself in front of Ladybug any day. If all went well, he’d know her identity, and if they played their cards right, she didn’t have to know he and his father were the ones that took her Miraculous. He could totally still ask her out.

The hotel was suspiciously empty when Adrien arrived. There wasn’t even a receptionist at the front desk, which could only mean the akuma was close if everyone was hiding. Adrien took the stairs, but halfway up to Chloe’s floor, he heard commotion coming from the dining room. Cracking the door, he peeked into the room where Ladybug was tussling with Lady Wifi.

Smartphones were scattered around on every table, and Lady Wifi was using them to bounce around the room. Frustrated, Ladybug smashed each one, forcing Lady Wifi to face her one-on-one.

Adrien slipped through the door, pressing himself against the wall to watch their fight, ready to swoop in to comfort Ladybug the moment she lost, but his cover was blown when Lady Wifi sent her flying across the room. She landed at his feet, the shock in her eyes melting into a glare.

“What are you doing here? It’s dangerous, go home!” she growled.

Adrien helped her to her feet. “I thought I could help. What do you need me to do?”

“I need you to get out of here!” Ladybug spun her yoyo in front of them, deflecting a shot from Lady Wifi. Pushing him behind the bar, she tossed the cash register at Lady Wifi.

“But I’ve helped in the past! We make a pretty good team, don’t you think?” Adrien flexed.

“Look, I’m really sorry, but without superpowers, you’re too much of a liability. I’m not looking for a sidekick, so please, get out of he-”

Lady Wifi charged in, catching Ladybug in her brief moment of distraction. The two exchanged kicks and jabs, but Lady Wifi drove Ladybug back, launching her into the kitchen and locking the door. When Lady Wifi disappeared in a flash of light, Adrien raced for the door, but it wasn’t budging. Remembering when he and Chloe would play in the hotel halls as kids, Adrien recalled there was a dumbwaiter they used to ride down to the kitchen to sneak desserts and darted for the stairs. It was a much tighter squeeze than he remembered, but the dumbwaiter held out as he descended into darkness.

“-why won’t it come off?” Lady Wifi growled as Adrien drew closer.

“Uh, because it’s magic,” Ladybug said.

Adrien’s lift buzzed loudly when he landed, drawing attention to him as he toppled out. The alarm was new, and probably a direct result of his childhood escapades.

“Oh, look. Your little boyfriend came to rescue you,” Lady Wifi cooed.

“He’s not my boyfriend!”

Ouch. Technically true, but ouch.

“Ya know, for a girl that loves superheroes, you sure had no qualms joining the enemy to fight against her. I think you’re a fake fan.” Adrien crossed his arms over his chest.

“You- What?” Lady Wifi faltered, clutching her head.

Ladybug used the opportunity to kick the phone from her grasp. It slid across the room, freeing her arms from their locks. Lady Wifi scrambled after her phone with a growl, flicking her scarlet gaze between Adrien and Ladybug.

Adrien braced as she charged for him, attempting to dodge her fist, but her foot collided with his stomach, knocking him winded onto the cold floor of the freezer. He rolled over with a wheeze as the door slammed shut and crawled to his feet.

“Why don’t you prove to all of us that you’re the real deal, Ladybug? Let’s see you save your little boyfriend, hero,” Lady Wifi said.

Adrien tried the handle, but the door wouldn’t budge. Cold pricked his skin, trailing goosebumps up his arms. He huddled down into the warmth of Marinette’s scarf, rubbing his arms. He’d never appreciated his new friends more.

“Adrien?” Ladybug beat on the door. “I’m going to get you out of there.”

“Yeah, n-no p-problem. I’ll just chill in here.” Literally.

“Lucky Charm!”

Wait, she was really going to waste her lucky charm on him? That had to mean she was into him, right? She was worried about him getting hurt earlier… The thought warmed him up quick.

“You’re all about to get the scoop of a lifetime!” Adrien’s phone sprang to life in his pocket, Lady Wifi’s broadcast taking over every screen in Paris. The image shifted to the scene of Ladybug scrambling around the kitchen with a red and black spotted box. “We all look up to her, but can we really trust her if we don’t know who she is? In just a few short minutes, she’ll transform back, and all of Paris will know what she’s been hiding!”

Pots and pans clanked on the other side of the door as Ladybug shoved things out of the way. She heaved the microwave onto a cart and placed her lucky charm inside. Plugging it into the outlet outside the freezer, she shoved the cart against the door and turned the microwave on.

Of course! The microwaves would jam the signal to the lock on the door. His lady was so smart, but why was she using it to free him when she could use it to escape the kitchen and take down Lady Wifi? Saving him was a waste of time! Not that he should complain. If she lost, it was a win for them, and his heart skipped knowing she desperately wanted to save him. All in all, his plan to ask her out when all was said and done looked really promising.

The microwave blew on the other side of the door, and Adrien pocketed his phone before she ripped open the door and pulled him out. He collapsed into her arms, nuzzling into her warmth. It was dramatic, but after being locked in a freezer for two whole minutes, he deserved to be snuggled by a beautiful superheroine.

“Are you okay?” Ladybug held him close, rubbing his arms.

Adrien would have savored it more, but the scent of burnt plastic and smoke from the busted microwave in the corner was ruining their moment. Her red and black spotted box lay abandoned on the floor, having fallen out of the microwave when it exploded.

“You used your lucky charm to save me. Why?” Adrien frowned.

“Well, I can’t have my favorite little sidekick freezing to death.” She brushed his nose with the tip of her finger and smiled. ]

His cheeks burned hot, pushing out any traces of cold left in his body. That was a statement he’d be dissecting for hours later.

“Thank you. You really are a hero,” Adrien said.

Ladybug stood up, helping him to his feet, and surveyed the room. The doors were still locked by Lady Wifi’s magic, and with the microwave busted, they weren’t getting out that way any time soon. She touched a hand to her earrings when they beeped and pursed her lips.

“After I defeat Lady Wifi, the doors should open.” She retrieved her lucky charm and crawled into the dumbwaiter. “Please, stay out of trouble. I really mean it this time.”

“I’ll do my best,” Adrien said. He pressed the button on the dumbwaiter and sent her up, rubbing his palms on his jeans.

The camera icon in the corner disappeared, and Adrien retrieved his phone from the freezer, a live feed broadcasting their battle on the roof. Lady Wifi was likely planning to stall Ladybug until her timer ran out, so it would behoove him to stay put until she won. As far as his father was concerned, getting her to waste her lucky charm saving him to start her timer was a valiant effort toward their cause, even if it wasn’t his original intention. But Ladybug chose to save him even though it set her back. The least he could do was return the favor. Comatose mother in need of magical earrings or not, Adrien owed her.

Adrien zoomed in on the wifi box on the roof and pursed his lips. Helping Ladybug was risky, especially being openly broadcast to everyone in Paris — including his villainous father who was counting on him to make sure she lost. He’d think of an excuse later. Right now, his future wife needed him.

Adrien crawled back into the dumbwaiter, lifting out the same way he’d come in. The pool deck had been abruptly abandoned when the akuma broke out as all of Paris moved indoors to avoid getting caught in the crossfire. Only a crazy person would willingly throw themselves in the middle of a battle between two girls with superpowers, but Adrien had always read that love made people do crazy things. So, as Lady Wifi’s camera followed their action on the other side of the pool, he grabbed an abandoned drink from a table and climbed up to pour it on the wifi box.

With the signal around the hotel jammed, Lady Wifi’s powers evaporated, and Ladybug kicked the phone from her hands, smashing it with her yoyo to reveal a black butterfly.

Adrien climbed down as she captured the akuma, slipping into the stairwell while her back was turned. He retreated down to the restaurant, blowing a sigh through his lips. Hopefully his father didn’t see him actively betraying their mission by helping Ladybug. Something told him his father wouldn’t understand Adrien’s life-for-a-life philosophy.

Ladybug’s magical ladybugs swarmed the dining room, fixing all of the damage. They even swirled around Adrien, removing the ache from his ribs where Lady Wifi kicked him — a strange sensation Adrien couldn’t even begin to describe. The lady of the hour emerged from the stairwell, stopping short when she saw him. Relief flooded her expression, bringing back the warmth to Adrien’s cheeks. Why did she have to be so gorgeous and concerned for him?

“I see you figured everything out in the end,” Adrien said.

Ladybug approached him, crossing her arms over her chest. “I know it was you that fried the wifi signal. I couldn’t have defeated her without your help.”

“Well, to be fair, it was my fault you used up your lucky charm.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “And I was really touched when you chose to save me instead of chasing after Lady Wifi.”

“I wouldn’t have to save you so much if you weren’t always throwing yourself into dangerous situations, ya know.” Ladybug chided. Her earrings beeped again, and she glanced around frantically. “I’m about to change back.”

“Here.” Adrien pulled open the janitorial closet.

She rushed in without a second thought, trusting him so easily. Pink light flashed through the cracks, and Adrien’s hand hesitated on the handle. He could open the door and figure out her identity. He could bring it home to his father like a trophy. They’d be one step closer to waking his mother up. But as his fingers slipped from the handle, legs carrying him down the stairs and out to the sidewalk, he couldn’t bring himself to regret the decision.

Ladybug trusted him, and even though he’d have to betray her eventually, he wanted to enjoy the double agent gig for a little while longer. Why did she have to look so beautiful in the dim restaurant lighting? His enemy being the most gorgeous woman in the world was the real crime. The way her mask furrowed over her blue eyes when she was worried about him was to die for. And something told him death wasn’t off the table as he headed home to his father.

Dinner was ready when he arrived home, and to his surprise, his father was already seated in the dining room. He instinctively straightened, taking his normal seat at the opposite end of the table. Was his father dining with him because he did something right or because he knew Adrien helped Ladybug escape again? The silence was deafening.

“So…” Adrien cleared his throat. “We were really close this time.”

“Yes.” His father nodded. “Great work. Baiting out her lucky charm was an excellent idea. I’m proud of the lengths you went to on this mission.”

“Oh.” Adrien perked up. “Yeah, totally. That was my plan all along.”

“I know I was hard on you, but getting your mother back is important to me. I want our family to be whole again. I’m sure you understand,” his father said.

Adrien straightened. “I do, Father. I’ll keep working hard to help you in any way that I can.”

“Thank you, Adrien. I can’t do this without you.”

Adrien bit back a smile, taking a sip of his tea as their staff brought out the first course. Everything worked out in the end. His father didn’t know he helped Ladybug win or that he gave up a chance to learn her identity. Ladybug thought of him as a trusted ally, which meant he would definitely be seeing her more in the future. If Adrien played his cards right, he could get everything he wanted. His mom, the girl of his dreams, his father’s regard…

Adrien’s heart skipped. For the first time since they started, Adrien felt like everything was going to be okay. His skin still crawled at the thought of hurting people, but if they got their wish, they’d set everything right in the end. Until then, he’d keep working hard to help his father. After all, it was the first time he’d ever told Adrien he was proud of him.

[stardustedsins]

Gentle love prompts #47. Comfort hugs

Kakyoin Noriaki/reader (gender neutral reader)

Kakyoin has been acting off all day. He hasn’t said anything about it, but you can tell something is bothering him. Even now, when you’re all in your sleeping bags around the fire, he’s still awake when the others have fallen asleep, laying on his back and looking up at the stars. You doubt he’s just looking for constellations, so you climb out of your own sleeping bag and drag it and the pad below it over next to his.

“What’s on your mind?” You ask as you slide back into the sleeping bag.

“A lot of things.” He says evasively, and you give him a look that makes him sigh and roll over to face you. “I’ve been thinking about what happens after this, when our fifty days are up and we’ve, hopefully, defeated Dio.”

“What about it?”

“You already know I wasn’t the most… well liked as a child. It’s a little embarrassing, but all of you are my first real healthy friendships. But when this is over, we all have to go back to our own lives. I don’t know how to go back to being the lonely weird guy now that I’ve had it better.” The admission spills out of him like he’s saying it all before he can think better of it.

“I thought you just transferred to Jotaro’s school, won’t you at least see him regularly?” You point out.

“I guess so, but it won’t be the same, will it? And…” He trails off, not meeting your eyes. “I’m afraid that what we have might fizzle out before it’s really even started if we have so much distance between us.”

“Do you want that to happen?”

“No, of course not.”

“Neither do I. So we’ll both be putting our time and effort into the relationship. Isn’t that enough to try?”

“When you put that way, it sounds so easy.” He smiles wryly.

“Maybe it can be.” You say. “And you know the others will be putting effort into our friendships, too. We can call and write letters to each other.”

“Stop being so reasonable when I’m trying to mope.” He jokes.

“Stop moping or I’ll wake Polnareff and tell him you need a hug.” You know he’d be happy to help.

“Don’t you dare.” He laughs. “With his luck, he’d trip over someone and make enough noise to wake everyone up. If I need any hugs, they’ll have to come from you.”

“Come here, then, because you definitely do need a hug.” You scoot closer and throw an arm over him in the closest you can get to a hug while you’re both lying down in sleeping bags. His forehead presses against yours, and his bangs lightly tickle your face.

“Thank you.” He says softly. You stay close until you both fall asleep, arms still around each other (which will earn you some good natured teasing from Polnareff in the morning).

[astudyinfreewill]

people talk a lot about how difficult it is to make friends as an adult, but i personally don’t think that’s the hardest struggle. i’ve made some of the most rewarding and solid friendships of my life as an adult, and i hope to make many more.

what i think is truly difficult, and not acknowledged enough, is how hard it is to maintain the friendships you have. as adults we’re all busy: overworked, overstretched, overwhelmed. frankly, we’re all burned out, exhausted and struggling to get by - let alone make time to hang out with (or sometimes even talk to!) friends.

but it’s so vitally important to try.

of course as adults, we have to extend plentiful amounts of grace: to ourselves, and to our friends. we don’t always know what���s going on with them, or why they have been quieter than usual. but what we can do is ask. maybe they’ve just been sleeping badly all month and are out of spoons to socialise; maybe they’ve been stuck in a pit of depression and your message is the one thing that will make their day a little brighter.

they’ll respond, or they won’t; but no one will resent you for trying. in fact, i cherish every message my friends have sent me to check up on me, or simply to say i’ve been on their mind - even when i didn’t have the energy to answer.

but the other vitally important thing is that both parties - or in a group, all parties - must try. precisely because we’re all so burned out and spread too thin, no one will have the energy to try always - nor, to be honest, would it be fair to expect them to. which isn’t to say friendship should be an exact transaction - as i said above, grace must be extended - but no friendship is a one way street either.

the thing no one likes to admit when it comes to adult friendships is, adults get lonely too; adults get insecure too. there is no age limit on needing to feel cared for. i know you’re tired; they’re tired too. i know you’re distracted by many conflicting demands; so are they. and while it’s true that a quality of many good friendships is that they can lay dormant for a long time and get picked back up again no questions asked, that is never an excuse to put no effort in.

it’s gonna be hard. there will be times when you’re so tired all you want to do is sleep all day and not talk to anyone - and sometimes that’s fine. but sometimes, and in fact most of the times, when your friend you haven’t seen in months suggests you get a coffee together, you simply have to do it: tired, scruffy, and scrambling you will do it, because you don’t know when the next time is that you’ll get to spend time together.

in many ways, humans are just very complicated houseplants: neglect them too long, and they’re gonna suffer for it. and because we do have limited time and too many plates to keep spinning, choosing what to spend our time on is a delicate balancing act. think about the people you love, and make conscious decisions to prioritise them - not always, but often enough that they know they matter to you. any good friend should understand when you’re too tired or too busy to show up for them: but there can be only so many no-shows before they conclude that maybe you will simply not show up again, or that your priorities are different from theirs.

you can make friends at any age: but while meeting people you click with is not always up to you, holding on to those people once you find them very often is. so send that text; go to that dinner; listen to that rant; thank your friends for their kindnesses, and let them know they matter to you.

it’s such a privilege to love and be loved. don’t take it for granted.

[borderlinereminders]

I wanted to ask for advice, sorry if it sound dumb, both my friend and i have bpd traits and we usually go along but in these period they keep saying stuff that hurt me and then telling me they were joking.

I confronted them and they just didnt even seems apologetic, they just didn't even answer me nor do they even seems to try and change.

Idk if it sound dumb or not but i still wanna be friends with them but idk how when they seem not to care abt me when they are my world :(

Unfortunately, anon, if they won’t change their behaviour, the only thing you can do is set hard boundaries and this may involve walking away from the friendship if you need to or limiting contact.

The only thing we can do is control our own behaviour. We can’t force someone to change. It’s hard because I remember putting up with a bad FP because I didn’t know how to function without them. I can’t even say that I walked away. They did. And it crushed me. And then I realized how much better I was without them.

I don’t have the advice you want to hear. I’m sorry. But you deserve better. That’s not how a friendship should be.

With my best friend, there can be something she does that hurts me that is not in any way her fault. It’s just my brain sometimes reacting in a way it usually wouldn’t. And she still makes an effort to not let that happen again. She makes an active effort to not hurt me even when my brain isn’t being reasonable about things. I can’t imagine her just ignoring something she’s actively doing that’s hurting me. A few weeks ago, she said something that hurt me completely unintentionally. It got me to focus on an insecurity I had, and she spent a good chunk of her time helping me find solutions because she knew that was what I needed. One of her friends has a name that triggers me and I’ve told her the name is okay to say but she still actively avoids the name around me because it is so important to her that I feel as little hurt as possible in my life.

I don’t say this at all to make you feel bad but because while my best friend is absolutely amazing, I think that her efforts to not hurt me and how she makes it right when she accidentally does are things that should be a normal part of friendships.

It sounds like you’ve given this person room to make things right and change their behaviour and they won’t, so now you need to decide what you need to do for you. It’s easy for me to say that I think you should set hard boundaries and possibly let the friendship go but I know it’s a lot harder to do. I get that.

[shunchitaro]

Chota x Reader

Genre: Fluff Platonic.

The first game was done almost instantly and everyone was relieved, until they heard an agonized groan, turning to see Chota's leg on fire.

Karube had taken off his polo shirt, fanning it on Chota's leg until the fire subsided, leaving a blackened grotesque mark, and reddened flesh could be seen. Y/N had taken the card on the table and turned around to the sight, and her eyes grew wide with shock. "Chota!" She ran up to him "Oh my goodness, are you alright?!" Arisu placed a hand on her shoulder. "Hey relax, we'll take him to the mall, there might be a med kit somewhere" He reassured Y/N, and she nodded.

They had found a med kit, and Karube went to look for blankets and pillows, while Arisu went to get food. Shibuki had tagged along so Y/N was left alone with Chota.

Unable to stand the silence, Y/N reached for the med kit, the bandages, and the alcohol. "Can I fix your leg for you?" She asked softly, making Chota glance up. He looked helpless, but there was something else bothering him.

"Y/N..why do you, Arisu and Karube stick with me? What's so special about me?"

Y/N's eyebrows knit together in confusion. "I don't think I understand Chota, you'll have to explain"

He was fidgeting with his hands- one thing Y/N knew to be a sign of his nervousness. He let out a shaky sigh.

"Arisu..his family is rich. He may be a couch potato, but he's smart. Without him, we wouldn't have made it out that building. Karube, he may have gotten kicked from his job, but it doesn't affect him. He literally has a girl swooning over him. He may just be a person working behind a drinks counter but he's happy, and he's planned how he wants his life to go. And you? You're amazing. You rarely need to put effort into things because it somehow goes smoothly for you. You have problems, but you're strong and you can control your emotions."

"What does this have to do with you?" Y/N asked softly, sitting beside him.

"I'm not rich, and I'm not smart. I don't have my life together like Karube, I don't even know what to do with my future. I can't control my emotions like you do. I'm weak, and I can't protect myself. If I were alone in the game earlier I would already be dead." He sniffs, and Y/N realizes he was crying.

"I don't know why you guys stick with me. I'm not as good compared to you three, I don't have anything special about me. I'm just 'some guy' working at the bank giving his earnings to his mother."

"Don't say that."

Y/N's sharp tone makes him look up abruptly, startled as Y/N's glided her thumb below his eyes, wiping away his tears.

"You have potential, Chota. If you never took that video in the beginning of the game, Arisu would've never found the right door in time. Without your help, we'd all be dead."

He searched her eyes as she ruffled his hair, then pat his shoulder.

"You aren't like us, but you're special in your own way. You're caring, and you always put others before yourself. We stuck with you because you are our friend." She smiles softly, making him smile as well.

"Thank you, for treating me like someone important" Chota bowed his head slightly, and Y/N laughed.

"Of course you're important, Chota. You are our friend, and we won't have it any other way." Y/N replied, taking the bandages from the med kit.

"So will you depend on me for now, and let me dress your wounds?"

Chota felt a warm fuzzy feeling inside, it felt cozy and comfortable. For the first time ever, he didn't doubt his friendship with the three, and he accepted himself as who he knew he was. He felt loved. He felt appreciated. He felt like he belonged. He knew he could trust his friends, he knew that when it came to the time he needed someone they'll be there; and he can depend on them

"I'll depend on you, thank you for your care, Y/N."

[indepth-mbti]

Hey, I’ve seen your posts on insta and you’re a great content creator! I was wondering if you could help me identify my MBTI and my enneagram. I was pretty confident about my type but I wanted to get out of the “rabbit hole” of MBTI and gather some external consensus (from my loved ones and my own non-biased experiences) to objectively track down my behaviors rather than relying on self-typing.

ENTJ 8w9 sp/sx 836 [I believe this is my type. Not sure.] I’m deciding between= ENTJ or Se dom and Ti-Fe or Te-Fi. E8 or E6 subtypes 8 sp or sx. 6sx

(A lot of detail to ensure you have enough information to work with [if you want ofc])

Experiences and behaviors (useful for enneagram)

I was a natural born leader, but a very insensitive one. I would gather everyone every school recess and tell them exactly what we were going to play and everything had to go my way. Nobody could tell otherwise.

Until one day a friend started to refuse to go under my dictatorship. That one friend was kind to everyone unlike me, so the kids obviously began to follow her instead. I did not approach the kids or call them back to join me; instead, I isolated myself and became a loner. It’s all or nothing. I started to become selective: If I can’t dominate them and they won’t obey me, their friendship is not worth keeping (very immature, I regret it). I would start to approach the kids that had stuff in common with me and that would not try to control or question me and simply follow my lead. It was useless to have the other kids or try to control them when I could have my real “sidekicks” genuinely supporting me instead.

I’ve learned to be much more intelligent/wise with my actions (This is where I start to doubt if E8 or 6.) My parents said when my teen years beganI was much less impulsive and I could regulate my anger better (though it’s still very present)

In fact, I’m highly intellectual and I work for what could be my future job/occupation/money etc. I’m much more of a loner than I was as a kid, and I only have very few friends and 2 very loyal “sidekicks” since I don’t seek nor am I interested in social interactions with random people and most importantly people I dislike. I just like to hang out with my friend group and relax with them. I can’t take personal attacks, they make me feel vulnerable, powerless, stupid, so I react pretty quickly to them if it’s my family or delay with friends (for the sake of our friendship)

The last paragraph is really the biggest change.

My friends/family describe me physically as: scary or intimidating to look at from afar. Walks quickly and moves hurriedly. Very different/contrasting behavior compared to the rest: remarkably expressive and straightforward. “Jokes around. doesn’t give a shit” (not my claim 💀)

I think I am a Se dom because=

I need engagement with the environment in any form. the exception being I don’t socialize much or go out of my house. I just engage with the physical world by doing many things through different ways, the greatest being passionate or exaggerated self expression through communication/ facial expressions/ voice tones and art (people have told me this). I do notice changes in the environment when I’m not doing something else: I have a knack of overhearing conversations in the background while I’m doing something else. Not to mention I have quick reflexes and get easily distracted with objects, sounds, smells, etc. I’ve also been told I’m equally blunt and straightforward with everyone regardless of our closeness. I’ve always hated being controlled and been real serious about freedom, and I refuse to be controlled even when I know it’s more convenient to let go.

I think I am a ENTJ because=

I just execute things even if I don’t like it. I’ve been told I think in shades of black and white, which I think could be inf fi. I’m pretty stubborn and confident about my viewpoints. I also have this great expectations of my future, so I put effort daily into my grades and scores because I think to myself that it all matters because everything I do today will determine my future (Te-Ni?). I’m highly organized and prefer having things under control. There’s also a logical reason behind the claims I make. I also engage with people even if they are strangers by helping them with work or things, helping people makes me feel good.

Info I collected about my worst faults (possibly Inf function)=

- indifferent overall in the exception of school or grades.

- Quick tempered and easy to anger

- too blunt and straightforward speech/ prone to using offensive language

- insensitive

Thant’s about it. I’ll do further research myself.

ENTJ sx6 683

Judgement > Perception. Te > Se. You're too focused on structuring the outer world, in organizing people and executing efficient strategies. You think on terms of benefits and results, even when it comes to people.

6>8. Attachment > Rejection. Head > Gut. You have a strong 8 fix but it is not your core. E8 don't think in terms of support as you do, look at how you worded your concerns about people = what you look for is support. 683 is overall quite an insensitive combo because the 8-3 stem makes the E6s attachment manifest in a pretty particular way. You're also focused on intellectualism and ideas in a way E8s don't. 6+3, you adapt your strategies.