#being so used to being fearful that you don’t know how to react to genuine unconditional affection

[radical-revolution]

You Don’t Have to Be Nice: Avoiding Idiot Compassion

“Buddhists are supposed to be nice.” How many times have I heard that one? Buddhists are stereotyped as always being pleasant, soft-spoken and calm, and we aren’t always.

Of course, the Buddha taught the cultivation of loving kindness and compassion. The practice of Right Speech requires abstaining from rude and abusive language. Isn’t that the same thing as being nice?

Maybe not. Many Buddhist teachers have said that being compassionate and being “nice��� are two different things. Most of the time, “nice” is mere social convention. It says nothing at all about relating to other people except on a superficial level. Even sociopaths can be nice (I have seen this with my own eyes). Sometimes the guy who is yelling and throwing furniture around is the one who cares.

Idiot Compassion

“Idiot compassion” is a term attributed to the late Chogyam Trungpa Rinpoche, although he may have borrowed it from the Russian spiritual teacher George Gurdjieff. Idiot compassion can take several forms.

The Rinpoche related it to “doing good” as an act of self-gratification.

“Idiot compassion is the highly conceptualized idea that you want to do good to somebody. At this point, good is purely related with pleasure. Idiot compassion also stems from not have enough courage to say no.”

Trungpa’s student Pema Chodron elaborated,

“It refers to something we all do a lot of and call it compassion. In some ways, it’s whats called enabling. It’s the general tendency to give people what they want because you can’t bear to see them suffering. Basically, you’re not giving them what they need. You’re trying to get away from your feeling of I can’t bear to see them suffering. In other words, you’re doing it for yourself. You’re not really doing it for them.”

“Nice” is often a strategy to avoid conflict. But isn’t avoiding conflict a good thing? Not always; there are times when engaging in conflict is compassion. Sometimes the urge to be “nice” is about maintaining a polite and pleasant facade over a situation we don’t want to confront.

There is a difference between “judgmental-ism” that tears other people down to build ourselves up, and making a qualitative judgment about a situation or behavior. If “Right Speech” means we’re supposed to stand by smiling while someone kicks a dog or endangers a child, you can have it. Fortunately, that isn’t what it means.

However, a lot of us are well conditioned to keep our noses out of other peoples’ activities, and it can be really uncomfortable to speak up. It’s so much easier to shrug things off, avert your eyes, and tell yourself you are not being judgmental.

But those are the times when you really aren’t being judgmental, because it’s not your ego telling you to speak up. If your guts are telling you something needs to be addressed, but you fear doing so because of how other people will react to you, then it’s your ego telling you to stay quiet. If you know something is wrong but have to club your way through an internal wall of conditioning and fear of social censure to speak up, very probably you really need to speak up. And other people need you to speak up, too.

Another example of idiot compassion is responding inappropriately out of ignorance of a situation. For example, after major catastrophes such as tsunamis or hurricanes people naturally want to help. Relief organizations say the help often makes things worse, however. Well-meaning people send cans of food from their cupboards and leftover shoes and clothes from their closets, and aid workers say sorting and distributing these things is a nightmare and a drain on their own resources. Plus, often what is sent isn’t really what is needed. If you want to help it’s almost always better to find a charity or relief organization you trust and send some money.

Smart Compassion

Genuine compassion is rooted in wisdom. Wisdom in the Buddhist sense is about not clinging to what makes us feel good about ourselves or doing what we think will make people like us. Rather, it is perceiving a situation as-it-is without our own self-interest getting in the way. Wisdom helps us respond appropriately and with a clear mind to a difficult situation.

But now let us wade into day-to-day social situations, which is where most of us are likely to trip up. You find yourself discussing a political or social issue with someone whose opinions you find genuinely heinous. Do you tell him so?

Thich Nhat Hanh provides us of an example of someone who has spoken out on difficult issues without breaking his vows. When he first came West it was to speak out against the U.S. war in Vietnam. He often faced angry people telling him he was wrong, yet he managed to not lose his composure and respond with anger. This venerated teacher advocates mindfulness training to guide our actions. Reminding ourselves that the person we’re talking to is a real human being and not just a gasbag with an opinion helps, too. But responding with compassion to hateful views doesn’t mean we can’t voice firm disagreement.

…🙏

[gremlin-pattie]

trying to find people talking about “Um, it’s Kind of a Lot” and genuinely only found like 10 posts. is nobody else hearing this??

[gregmarriage]

might be tmi/dark, but kinda have come to the realisation that a lot of my problems, and why i’m like this™️, is because i genuinely thought i’d be dead before now. either bc i have been dealing with major chronic depression, since i was a kid, and the fucked up ideations that come with that. or from having severe medical issues in my early twenties. basically, i just thought i was gonna die, and i’m not and it’s weird to deal with

[yokumirumerafan]

| Demon slayer reaction request |

Characters reacting to Y/N that scared of first time with her/him

Could you do demons too?

Sure demons too! <33

Demon Slayer Characters Reacting to Y/N Being Scared of Them at First

Hashira

Giyuu Tomioka

Notices your fear but doesn’t know how to handle it properly.

Tries to keep his distance, hoping you’ll feel less threatened.

“I… won’t hurt you.” He says it bluntly, but his sincerity is clear.

If you eventually warm up to him, he’ll be subtly relieved but won’t express it outright.

Shinobu Kocho

Finds your fear amusing but also a bit concerning.

“Oh my, do I really seem that scary?” She giggles, but there’s genuine curiosity behind her question.

She tries to appear as non-threatening as possible, speaking in a soft voice and keeping her distance until you’re comfortable.

Will slowly earn your trust through kindness.

Kyojuro Rengoku

Booming voice and intense energy might have startled you at first.

When he notices your fear, he immediately lowers his volume.

“Ah! I see I may have startled you! I apologize!”

His warm nature eventually makes you realize he means no harm, and he makes an effort to make you feel safe.

Tengen Uzui

At first, he thinks you’re joking. Who would be scared of someone as flashy as him?

When he realizes your fear is real, he dials down his energy… slightly.

“Hey, I may be flamboyant, but I’m not scary! I’m too good-looking for that.”

Eventually earns your trust by joking around and showing his more protective side.

Mitsuri Kanroji

The last person you should be scared of, but if you are, she’s heartbroken.

“Oh no! I don’t want you to be afraid of me!”

She makes an effort to be extra gentle around you, offering small gestures of kindness.

Will 100% reassure you until you feel safe around her.

Muichiro Tokito

Doesn’t even realize you’re scared of him at first.

When it finally clicks, he just blinks at you. “Oh.”

He’s not sure what to do, so he just keeps his distance and lets you approach at your own pace.

Eventually, when you realize he’s not actually cold-hearted, your fear fades.

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Your fear is completely understandable—he’s intimidating.

At first, he just scoffs. “Tch, whatever.”

But deep down, it bothers him a little. He’s used to demons fearing him, not people he’s supposed to protect.

Over time, you realize he’s not as terrifying as he looks, especially when you see his softer moments.

Obanai Iguro

Doesn’t blame you at all for being scared. He kind of expects it.

Keeps his distance and doesn’t force conversation.

If Kaburamaru slithers toward you and you don’t recoil, he takes it as a sign that you’re warming up to him.

Once you realize he’s just reserved, not cruel, your fear gradually fades.

Upper Moons + Muzan

Kokushibo

His presence alone is intimidating, so your fear is expected.

He doesn’t react much to it, simply observing you in silence.

“You fear me. That is wise.”

But if you stick around, you’ll notice he never actually harms you and eventually, the fear subsides into respect.

Doma

Absolutely LOVES the fact that you’re scared of him.

“Aww, don’t be scared! I won’t bite… much.”

Purposely messes with you at first but does try to win you over with his charm.

The more time you spend around him, the more you realize he’s not as carefree as he pretends to be.

Akaza

Frowns when he notices your fear. He doesn’t like it.

“I don’t hurt the weak.”

Tries to show you through actions that he’s not a mindless killer.

If you show strength or determination, he starts to respect you, and the fear is replaced with something else.

Muzan Kibutsuji

Thrives on fear. He enjoys it.

“You should be afraid.”

However, if you manage to stand your ground, he finds it amusing and might just take a special interest in you.

Main Trio + Genya

Tanjiro Kamado

Feels so bad when he notices you’re scared of him.

“I promise, I would never hurt you.”

Goes out of his way to be extra kind, never making any sudden movements.

Eventually, his warmth and sincerity make you feel completely at ease.

Zenitsu Agatsuma

“WAIT, YOU’RE SCARED OF ME?! I’M SCARED OF ME TOO!”

If you’re afraid, he just assumes you know something he doesn’t and panics.

When he realizes it’s just his energy overwhelming you, he tries (and fails) to calm down.

Eventually, you both just get used to each other’s nervous energy.

Inosuke Hashibira

“HAH?! WHY ARE YOU SCARED? I SHOULD BE SCARED OF YOU!”

Absolutely does not understand your fear and is not good at handling it.

Eventually, once you realize he’s just chaotic and not actually dangerous, you start to feel more comfortable around him.

Genya Shinazugawa

Notices immediately but doesn’t know what to say about it.

“I—uh—I don’t bite.”

Tries to prove he’s not a threat by awkwardly giving you space.

The more you talk to him, the more you realize he’s just a socially awkward guy, not scary at all.

Over time, all of them find ways to ease your fear, whether through kindness, humor, or just proving they mean no harm.

Gyutaro’s Reaction to Y/N Being Scared of Him (requested)

If Y/N acts disgusted or repulsed:

Gyutaro is both furious and heartbroken.

He lashes out verbally, masking his pain with anger.

Might distance himself, but deep down, it eats away at him.

If Y/N tries to hide her fear but he still senses it:

He notices immediately—he can smell fear.

Tries to ignore it at first, pretending not to care.

Eventually makes an effort to prove he’s more than just his appearance.

If Y/N is sweet but flinches when he moves:

It completely shatters him, but he won’t show it.

He changes everything about himself to make her comfortable.

Moves slower, speaks softer, and does everything to make her feel safe.

Would turn the world upside down if it meant she’d stop fearing him

[bruthaewwwww]

Paige finally decides to tell Drew that A is her girlfriend. She knows Drew loves Azzi — maybe a little too much — and she’s scared of how he’ll react. When she finally says it, Drew’s face falls. His hands curl into fists at his sides, and his voice cracks when he asks, “So… does this mean Azzi’s gonna start liking you more than me?” His fear isn’t about Paige being happy — it’s about losing the special bond he has with Azzi....

Do you like Paige more then me?

A/n - hey guys this was fun to write! Send more requests! It’s just a little blurb

Before going to visit Paige’s family for summer vacation, Azzi and Paige had talked about telling the family about their relationship. Paige knew her dad would approve but she was worried about drew. She knew that Drew would love her no matter what but she also knew that he had a crush on Azzi. It was just a little boy thing because he grew up around her and who wouldn’t like her? It still made Paige nervous though. 

———

Drew’s little feet carried him out of the house and onto the lawn as his dad, Paige, and Azzi exited the car and started unpacking for their summer break. 

“Paigey!” Drew shouted as she ran up to her.

“Hey buddy I missed you!” Paige brought her brother into a tight hug. After the brief connection with his sister drew focused his attention on Azzi. 

“Azzi! Guess what!” Drew said, coming up to her and grabbing her hand to lead her into the house. Even though she was carrying a suitcase, she had to put it down.

“What drewski?” Azzi asked with genuine care for the young boy.

“I knew you were coming and I got you flowers!” He pulled out a bouquet of pink flowers that he had clearly had help picking out. “Paige said they were your favorite so it’s technically from the both of us.”

“Awee that’s so sweet drew!”

Paige came up behind them, a suitcase in hand. Placing her hand around Azzi’s waist and on the small of her back she looked at Azzi with love. 

“Hey, Azzi wanna come see my room?” The words pulled Azzi out of the trance she was in from Paige’s touch. “I changed it recently.”

“Of course bud” Azzi smiled at the young boy. She had grown up with him. He was almost like another little brother. 

“Hey, Drew.” The words left Paige’s mouth quickly and sounded a little rushed. “Azzi and I want to talk to you while we’re in there.” Azzi looked at Paige with understanding. The conversation about their dating would finally be something they would share with Drew.

“Ok.” Drew didn’t acknowledge what his sister had said and went right to his room pulling Azzi behind him.

Drew showed Azzi around the room where he had moved his bed and added two new posters to his wall. 

“Isn’t it awesome?” His toothless smile looked up at her. 

“Drew it’s so cool!” Azzi laughed with drew about some of the old pictures around his room including a young photo of Paige he had kept.

“Hey Drew why don’t you sit I need to tell you something.” As the words left the blonde mouth, Azzi moved over by the door so that she way near by but they still had space. A nervous expression creeped across Drew’s face.

“Did I do something wrong?” Drew looked up at Paige with big brown eyes. “No buddy I just want to tell you something. I love Azzi and she is my girlfriend. I wanted to tell you because you’re my brother and I love you.” Drew’s expression turned into an obvious frown. 

“Does this mean Azzi doesn’t like me anymore? I thought she liked me better.” Paige laughed but secretly she thought it was so sweet how much Drew valued his relationship with Azzi. At this point Azzi left her spot by the door and went over to Drew and picked him up. “Drew how could you say that?” She laughed in a way that Paige could never forget. She was so lucky she found someone who cared not just about her but her family. Azzi continued talking while Paige was lost in thought.

“Of course you’re still my favorite don’t be silly.” Azzi stuck her tongue out at Paige after she said it. “I love Paige differently that how I love you. I love you like a brother.”

Drew smiled but looked at ask with confusion. “So than what kind of way do you love Paige?” Azzi looked at Paige with a smile. “You’ll know one day buddy.” Paige said as she planted a kiss on Azzi’s temple. 

[slasher-fxcker]

Hihi! I was wondering if you can do billy and stu and just the slashers reacting to their someone being hurt at their job and trying to hide it?

A/N: Okay I was going to do this request for multiple slashers, BUUUUUUT I started writing for Billy and Stu and got carried away. I love them too much

Billy & Stu Reacting to their S/O being injured at work.

Warnings: Swearing, mention of blood, brief mention of killing (but I mean this is the slasher fandom so kinda expected lol)

This blog is 18+, Minors do not interact

GIF by casualwriters

You hadn’t been working at the video store for too long but you loved it, your friend Randy had gotten you the job when they were desperate for staff. It was great for the boys too; Billy and Stu would stop by all the time using the place as their personal hang out much to your managers displeasure.

Every Saturday night the boys would swing by and pick some scary movies to watch together after you finished, unfortunately for them you were going to be stuck doing inventory tonight. As usual Billy wasn’t impressed about having to share your time with anyone other than Stu, “Just blow it off what are they going to do fire you?” you rolled your eyes as you continued getting ready. “Yes Billy, probably.”

Stu got up from his spot in front of the tv to try to pull you back to the couch, “Come on babe, do you really think you should be out at night? Don’t you know there’s a killer on the loose?” You try to supress your chuckle as he raises his eyebrows at you, his usual smirk on his face.

You fake innocence putting on your best fear filled voice, “Oh no, what will I do if Mr. Ghostface comes to get me.” Billy laughs one of his rare genuine laughs before Stu steps closer to you placing his hands on your waist, “I could think of a few things.” Smirking as he notices the way you flush at the suggestion. You lightly smack his chest as he laughs at himself once again before you press a chaste kiss to his lips. You grab your bag, blowing a quick kiss to Billy before heading to the door. “I’ll try to get back in time for movie night, but don’t wait up.”

Inventory was fairly boring, you tried to get it done as quickly as possible while Randy spent most of the night showing you his favourite scenes from various movies. Shoving another handful of popcorn into his mouth he continued his rant, “Come on how can you have lived your whole life without watching this movie? Quick you're gonna miss the best part!”

“Randy unlike you I’m actually trying to get this finished before midnight, now are you going to help me or not?” He sighs before finally getting off his ass and heading towards the storage room, 15 minutes go by and he still isn’t back to help. “I swear to god Randy if you're napping on the kart again I’m going to kill you.” You mutter to yourself as you head to the storage room.

You see Randy sitting on the kart going through a box of movies, you try to get a closer look before he sees you. You noticed the box of X rated movies he was looking at. “Randy you perv!” You didn’t realise you had snuck up on him before he jumped up knocking you into the shelves behind you both. Before you could move a box came off the shelf and fell onto you. Your head immediately pounded “Oh shit, Y/N!” Randy hurries to help you up, moving the various tapes that are scattered around to get you back out into the store, sitting up on the counter Randy starts looking over your head. “Oh shit, you're bleeding. Billy’s going to kill me.” You feel him practically prod at your forehead as you hiss in pain and slap his hand away. He helps you clean up the blood and tells you to go home, “Ill finish up here, it’s the least I can do.” You can see how sincere he is when he apologises. Your only worry is how you're going to explain this to the boys.

You decide to head straight home, hopefully the boys will think you just had to stay too late and will leave you be until tomorrow. That way you would at least have time to clean yourself up and come up with a story.

Looking in the mirror the damage is worse than you thought, the red tint on your forehead of smudged blood, the dried blood in your hairline and the bruising that was already beginning to show around the cut that could definitely not be concealed. You sighed as you wet a cloth in the bathroom sink raising it to your head gently, the pain immediately making you wince at the contact.

You raised your hand to try again when you heard something in your room, you looked out the doorway and saw what you could only assume was the boys sneaking in your window. You panicked and slammed the bathroom door closed locking it behind you. You hear the taller of the two call out to you as he knocks on the bathroom door. When you don’t answer he tries to open the door, “Whys the door locked babe?”

“Sorry Stu, I’m not feeling too well.” You try to sound convincing. This time its Billy that answers, “Come out here and tell us what’s wrong.” “Yeah we will look after you.” Stu giggles as you can clearly hear Billy push him away from the door. You feel bad hiding from them, “No its okay, you should probably go home in case I’m uh infectious or something. Yeah.” Your voice wavers and you know you aren’t convincing anyone.

Stu is quiet for once but you hear the edge in Billy’s voice as he speaks, “Y/N don’t lie to us, get out here.” You know they won’t leave, part of you wonders if it would be dramatic to climb out the window at this point. “Don’t make me break the door down.” You would’ve rolled your eyes but you knew he probably wasn’t kidding.

You slowly unlocked the door before slipping out of the bathroom, still not looking at either of them. You try to hide your face but of course they can see it, Stu is at your side immediately trying to make sure you're okay. He gently inspects the cut careful not to touch it. You try to ignore Billy’s stare but you can feel his eyes on you, looking at him for a second regret fills you when you meet his eyes. Billy might be a murderer but everything he does is so calm and thought out, never out of rage. You wouldn’t know that looking at him now, fists clenched at his side as his eyes narrow at you, gaze shifting between your eyes and the cut on your head.

Stu takes you to sit down on the bed, unsure of how to help you. He might be the most caring person when it comes to you but he’s also kinda hopeless. Billy’s gaze doesn’t leave you as you move around the room. Eventually after what felt like endless silence he walks towards you taking your chin in his hand and turning your face to look at the cut better. “Who did this to you?” Any other time Billy’s over protective tendencies would make you feel secure but seeing him like this, eyes dark and glazed over in anger didn’t bring you any comfort.

“No one did this to me.” He cut you off as his grip tightened slightly, “Don’t fucking lie to me. Who did this to you.” You don’t know what to say, you pull your chin out of his grip and sigh, “I was working with Randy and…” Stu seems to pull you closer protectively as Billy raises his voice again. “Randy did this to you?” Billy hated Randy already for so many reasons but this time Stu is the one to speak up, “That little fucker is going to pay,” he stood up and tried to walk away before you grabbed him, “No! I mean please just stay here with me,” you plead him as you pull him into a hug again, you know just how to stop this big softy from making a stupid decision like trying to kill Randy.

“He’s right. You think he gets to hurt you and get away with this.” Calming Billy down was going to be a harder task, “He didn’t hurt me Billy, we were taking inventory and it was an accident.” He scoffed, “He accidentally sliced your head open.” You walk towards Billy and take his face in your hands making him look at you once again, “It was an accident,” he tries to turn his head away but you bring him back to look at you, “And I’m fine now. I promise.”

You watch him as his eyes flicker from your eyes down to your lips, bringing himself closer to you. You reach up to place a kiss on his lips, slightly surprised when he begins to deepen it. His hands wrap around your waist as he starts walking you backwards towards the bed. You know where this is going and as the back of your knees hit the bed frame you break apart smiling up at him as you think you’ve won this one. He gently pushed you back onto Stu’s lap, the kind look gone from his face as he turns to Stu, “Keep her here til I get back.” Stu only seems to nod and Billy starts walking back towards the window, you suddenly realise what’s happening and frantically try to get out of Stu’s embrace.

“Billy no!” you practically yell at him, stopping him half way out the window, “Please Billy, don’t kill him.” He doesn’t respond as he sends you a bone chilling smirk and disappears out of your room.

[darlingdaisyfarm]

This honestly might be a downer or stupid, but I just got fired and I am having a really hard time. I just want to bury my head in Stan's chest and sob. I was wondering if you could write how the Stan and Ford might react to the reader being suddenly fired and maybe how they'd comfort them? I'm also really excited for the next chapter of your fic!

✧˚⋆ Stan & Ford supporting you when you need it most ⋆｡♡˚

oh sweetheart, im so sorry ur going through this, holy shit. just the moment i received this ask, i knew i had to write smth when ill get free time today, because i feel so sorry for you. i hope these two old men gave u even a tiny bit of comfort, please be kind to urself right now, youre gonna get through this, i promise. sending u all my love !! stay strong please 🫂🫂

STANLEY

the thing about Stan is that he gets it. he gets the feeling of being chewed up and spat out, of having doors slam in your face, of working your ass off and still being told you’re not enough. he gets the quiet humiliation, the bitterness in the back of your throat, the way your hands shake when you try to act like it doesn’t matterm

you don’t even remember how you got here. your feet must’ve carried you through the streets, past strangers whose lives weren’t just ruined, past cars honking, past buildings that still stood while the whole world inside you had collapsed.

“hey, hey. what the hell, sweetheart, breathe, alright? you’re okay, you’re right here.” his rough but worried voice reaches you when you slam mystery shack's door open, standing in the doorway with shaking hands, red-eyed.

“i got fired, Stan. j-just gone, outta nowhere. i don’t know what to do, Stan, im so lost.” your throat burns

before you can say anything else, he's opening his arms. “c'mere.” and you don't even hesitate as you crash into him like a wave, burying your face in his chest. and he holds you, one big arm wrapping around your back, the other hand coming up to cradle the back of your head

“there we go. you don’t gotta keep it all in, sweetheart.” the words hit you harder than you expect. you're so used to holding it together, to swallowing everything down, to being strong. and Stan, who’s built himself up from nothing, who’s taken every punch life threw at him and still kept standing, he’s telling you it’s okay to break.

so you do. you bury your face in his chest and cry until you’re dizzy, until your breath stutters and shakes, until all the anger and hurt and fear bleed out of you. Stanley doesn’t rush you or tell you to stop. “let it out, sweetie, s’gonna be okay.” he holds you close tightly because he’s spent his whole life holding people who needed it more than he did.

“it’s not fair,” you gasp, clutching on his clothes.

“no, it ain’t.”

“i worked so hard.”

“i know.”

“i feel like—like nothing i do is enough—”

Stan tightens his hold, pressing his chin to the top of your head. “hey. you listen to me.” his voice turns serious. “some suit in an office makin’ a crap decision got nothing to do with who you are. they're dumb. absolute morons for lettin’ you go. betcha the whole place is gonna fall apart without you because you were the best thing about that shithole. if they couldn’t see that, then screw ‘em. they lost you. not the other way around.”

you shake your head, clenching your fists. “but—“

“no buts,” he growls and then, softer: “you're not trash just ‘cause some idiots don’t know how to treat their workers. you're not worthless just ‘cause some suits decided you were expendable. you are not nothing.”

Stan pulls back to tip your chin up, making sure you’re listening. his thumb wipes a tear off your cheek. “i mean, you still got me, sweetheart. ain’t no job in the world that could change that.” he smiles genuinely at you.

you close your eyes, giving him a tiny sad smile back. you let yourself breathe, let yourself believe it, hiding your face in his chest again. Stan's grip stays strong and unshaking, shielding you from the whole world as you cry until you’re too tired, so all what you do is sob into his chest. you’re just leaning into him, exhausted, letting him hold you up.

Stan sighs, resting his cheek against your hair. “ya ever heard the story of the biggest screw-up in New Jersey?”

you sniffle. “what?”

”lemme tell ya, kid grows up in a house that don’t want him. gets kicked out. loses every job he ever had. ends up in a broken-down shack in the middle of nowhere. total loser.”

you shift against him. “Stan—“

“but he keeps goin’. and somehow, somehow, that dumbass loser ends up with people who love him. ends up holdin’ someone who needs it. ends up tellin’ the best damn person he’s ever met that they’re gonna be okay.”

he lets you lean into him again, lets you breathe him in, lets you stay as long as you need. tells you stories about all the bosses he’s scammed just to make you laugh.

at some point, when the tears have slowed and the weight in your chest isn’t crushing anymore, Stan ruffles your hair and leans back, arms crossed.

“y’know, i could use an extra set of hands around the shack.“

you blink up at him, sniffing. “what? you. . .you want me to work here?”

“yeah, id rather have someone i actually like workin’ here instead of hiring some random kid who’s just gonna rob me blind.” his usual gruff tone is back, but his gaze is what speaks louder, soft and certain, making it obvious that you belong here.

you open your mouth, but he cuts in, pointing a finger at you. “and before ya say some crap about not bein’ good enough or whatever, shut up. i’m the boss, i decide who’s good enough, and i say it’s you.”

you let out a shaky laugh, wiping your nose. “wow, such a heartfelt offer.”

he smirks. “hey, that’s as heartfelt as it gets, sweetheart. but seriously. think about it, okay? i got a spot for ya.” Stanley is not just offering a job for you, he’s offering a place, a place where you’re wanted, where you’re needed, where you don’t have to prove yourself to anyone.

you take a deep breath, feeling lighter for the first time all day. “yeah. yeah, i’ll think about it.”

“good,” Stan smiles and ruffles your hair again. “now, wanna eat somethin’? watch a dumb movie? beat me at cards? or you want me to egg their car?” about the last thing, he's joking, probably. but if you say yes, you know he’ll do it.

STANFORD

Ford finds you sitting at the kitchen table, arms crossed on the surface, face buried in them. you haven’t moved and spoken in a while, just sat there, motionless, like a puppet with the strings cut.

he clears his throat, stepping closer. “i, ah. noticed you didn’t come in for dinner.”

you don’t respond. his brows knit together, concern creasing his forehead. he takes the seat across from you, folding his hands on the table. “would you like to talk about it?”

for a moment, nothing. then, muffled: “i got fired.” slips from your mouth. so that's what happened. Ford doesn’t say oh. doesn’t say im sorry. doesn’t say what happened? he understands you because Ford Pines knows what it is to be discarded. he knows what it is to dedicate yourself to something, only to be told you are wrong. to be shoved out, unmoored, drifting in the space between who you thought you were and who they’ve decided you are now.

he knows what it is to look down at his hands and wonder if they are still meant to build something. after being betrayed.

he frowns thoughtfully. “that was. . . rather sudden, wasn’t it?”

you nod weakly. Ford exhales through his nose, gaze sharpening, analyzing. you. your sadness. the whole situation.

“it must feel unfair.“ he doesn’t just acknowledge the loss, but the injustice of it. and it makes your throat close up.

you lift your head slightly, looking at his face. “it- it is. i tried so hard. i put so much effort into that stupid job, and now it’s just—just gone.”

Ford hums. “tell me something.” he leans forward, putting elbows on the table. “do you think your value was in the work you did?”

you blink at him, but he doesn't even let you answer. “because if that were the case, then the moment you lost that job, you would have lost all worth as a person. but that’s not true, is it?” his voice is always so calm, full of absolute certainty.

you shake your head slowly, unsurely and Ford nods, satisfied. then, after a brief pause, he stands. “wait here” you don’t have the energy to question him. you just sit, staring blankly at the tabletop, until he returns a moment later with a notebook and pen.

he places them in front of you.

you glance up, confused. “what’s this for?”

Ford takes his seat again, tapping a finger against the cover. “do me a favor, darling. write down five things about yourself that have nothing to do with your job.”

your face looks tired and skeptical. you stare at the paper. “Ford, i—“

“anything,” he says softly, smiling at you. “everything. what you love. what you’re good at. what excites you, what makes you feel something. what matters to you.”

your fingers tighten around the pen. at first, you don’t know where to start. but Ford doesn’t rush you, just patiently sits beside you.

so you write. you write about the things that make you you. and at first, it feels stupid and awkward. it starts small, your favorite books, your favorite songs, the way you love thunderstorms, the way you always make extra coffee just in case someone else wants some.

but then it gets bigger. the things you’ve created. the things you’ve learned. the times you were kind when no one was looking. the people who love you, who see you. the way you keep going, even when it’s hard

Ford watches as you write, nodding approvingly at each entry.

“now tell me: did losing your job take any of that away?”

you stare at the words. the little pieces of yourself you hadn’t even thought about in the wake of everything. softly, you shake your head

Ford’s expression gentles. “then you’re still you. and you’re still worth just as much as you were yesterday. because no job, no institution, no single event defines you.” you swallow hard. Fords voice drops lower. “you are more than what you do, more than what you produce, more than what some company decides you’re worth. you are your thoughts. your curiosity. your kindness.” he gestures to the list. “you are all of this and nothing can take that from you.”

your breath wobbles. Ford’s gaze softens further. “come here, sweetheart.“ you hesitate but only for a second, then stand and he meets you halfway, arms wrapping around you. and Ford isn’t Stanley, isn’t someone used to giving big, open, thoughtless affection. but what he lacks in ease, he makes up for in intent.

because he means this. his big hand moves up and down your back slowly. “you’re not alone in this,” he murmurs into your hair. “we’ll figure something out. and until then. . . you are still extraordinary.“ his voice is so certain, and suddenly you don’t feel quite as lost.

“th-thank you” you bury your face in his sweater, hands gripping his sleeves

“and don’t let anyone ever tell you you aren’t smart or brave or worthy enough.”

you stay there a while. until Ford gives your shoulder one last squeeze and pulls back, adjusting his glasses. “now. i assume you haven’t eaten?”

you smile at him, shaking your head. “no, wasn't in the mood.“

“come, sweetheart, let’s fix that.”

[minty364]

DPXDC Prompt#148 Part 3

It had been a few weeks since Danny got back to Amity park and he was still a little nervous to text Damian.

He could tell Damian was getting a little nervous and impatient with how slow he was taking to respond.

That and every time he felt like he had a moment, something like another ghost attack would happen. That and the GIW announced their campaign to enact something they called the Anti Ecto acts, effectively making his existence illegal. 

“Get back here ghost scum!” His mom shouted at him. Danny dodged an ectoblast as he flew away. His parents had been very persistent about catching him lately. If he was being honest it worried him a little.

Danny landed in his empty living room and changed back. Before he could do anything, the door to the lab bursts open and Danny’s dad is standing there with an ectogun pointed at Danny. 

“I knew those security cameras would come in handy” he boasted as he turned the dial up on the gun, “I hope those acts get passed, ghost scum!!”

Danny, fearing for his life, fled the house changing back into Phantom. He headed to where he knew was a small abandoned house with an emergency bag but before he could make it he felt a sharp pain in his side. 

His Dad was known to be a poor shot but not his Mom, and as he looked back at her piercing eyes he knew exactly what shot at him. “Get back here Imposter!” She shouted after him.

Danny turned invisible and made his way unseen. 

He got to the  abandoned house shortly after and found the emergency bag. He shakily wrapped his side with a bandage and used his ectoplasm to reform his suit. He took a few calming breaths before he stood up and put the backpack on his back. 

 He wasn’t sure how but he was going to find his soulmate and tell him everything. He hated how his parents reacted and he didn’t think he could handle if the same thing happened but he needed to know. 

He spent the next few hours flying and before he knew it he was in Gotham. 

Landing on a roof Danny took a few moments to catch his breath. He put pressure on his side and laid his head back on the side of the stairwell leading down. 

He changed back into his human form and unfortunately that meant he needed to re-bandage the wound in his side. 

Once that was done he packaged everything back up in his bag and brought out his phone. 

He could tell Damian was getting worried about him, the shock and betrayal Danny was feeling was something he couldn’t really control or hide.

He sighed and let his head thump against the wall behind him.

He should probably just call Damian but how exactly he’d explain about everything that just happened… but that would mean telling him the other things too and he just didn’t know if he had the courage for that just yet. He took another deep breath and then opened his eyes to see the smog covered skies. That was one bad thing about Gotham, no stars. 

He then took another deep breath and stood up and walked near the edge of the roof and looked down. 

He was way up probably 7-8 or so stories high. The cars down below go about their daily lives giving no mind to the kid on the roof way up high. 

He watched for a few minutes mulling things over. Then he heard a soft thump behind him. He turned around and found Nightwing had landed on the roof. 

“It’s dangerous up here, would you mind stepping away from the ledge?” He said but there was an edge to his voice like he was genuinely scared Danny might do something. He guessed the vigilante’s in this city really cared about its citizens. 

“Don’t worry I wasn’t going to jump or anything, just trying to clear my head…” Danny tried making his tone as even as possible. The wound in his side throbbed painfully and made it a little hard for him to concentrate. Whatever Mom hit him with did more than just singe his side. 

Unfortunately Nightwing seemed to have noticed Danny was in pain, “Do you need me to take you to the hospital?”

The word hospital rang out in his head for a moment before he realized that wasn’t exactly an option, “Yeah, no… I’ll be fine, I just got to figure out exactly what I need to text my soulmate… I’ve been procrastinating because he seems like an amazing person and I kind of hate to admit I’m kind of a failure that ran from home.” Danny forgot who he was talking to for a moment as he rambled. It felt nice to finally let some of what’s been bothering him out. He took a calming breath before continuing, “I can’t risk them calling my parents.” 

“Alright well, unfortunately you're not in Gotham just yet, we’re in Bludhaven. Can you tell me what their name is?”

Great so Danny can’t even fly to the right city. He took another calming breath, “Damian Wayne.”

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[ramblinscramblin]

Got a request/suggestion for you if you like. As headcannons or whatever strikes your fancy.

The team has a new recruit! They are one of the most genuine, patient, friendly, sweetest people one could ever meet. They make everyone breakfast in the mornings, they listen to people's problems, they volunteer at a puppy orphanage, talk down muggers in the street, essentially a bottle of sunshine as a person.

On the battlefield however, they are most certainly one of the scariest people alive. They are incredibly strong and durable, no need for weapons when they can tear people apart with their bears hands and teeth. They are brutal, carnage incarnate, and have absolutely no fear whatsoever.

Now, their sweetness is genuine, they are not faking anything. Outside of battle they are one of the most pleasant, stable people on the team. If ever asked, the best reply they can ever give is "This is a war with no true death. (Thanks to the respawn machine) When you can play a game with no consequences, why not have a little fun? ~"

What do the mercs think about their new teammate? How did they react to seeing their first time on the battlefield? How scary is the game with a player who doesn't care?

Sorry about the length, I got all excited. Romantic or platonic is good, and pick whichever mercs you like to focus on.

→Sweetheart Reader who has a Bloodlust!

Genre: Silliness, general

Characters: Scout, Medic, Pyro, Sniper

Content warning: canon typical violence

Thanks so much for this request! This is such a fun idea! I decided to just pick a few of my favs, also relationship is left fairly ambiguous hope that’s all good! Enjoyyyy ٩( ᐛ )و

Scout

Scout enjoys your sweet side, Scout tends to lean towards supportive types since he doesn’t see much of that from the other mercs.

The two of you get along quickly.

We know he secretly loves being babied so he likes that you make breakfast and do all the cleaning.

He’ll probably make fun of you, calling you the teams maid. You let it slide though, maybe playfully teasing him back.

But ultimately he enjoys having someone around who isn’t totally nihilistic and hasn’t already half given up on being happy, it’s a nice change of pace for him.

All that being said, he doesn’t think you’re going to last a second on the battlefield.

Sure, being all starry eyed and happy go lucky is all good and fine around the base, but that’s the type of stuff that breaks you on the battlefield, respawns or not.

Genuinely tries to talk you out of it the first time you’re set to go out.

“Are you sure you really thought this through? Nobody’d be mad if ya skipped out on us, maybe Pauling has another type-a job for you.”

“Scout, it’s sweet you care so much, but I assure you I have it under control.”

He’s unconvinced so he goes into it feeling the need to protect you.

After he is literally doused in BLU teams blood, it’s pretty glaringly obvious you don’t need him.

Is in genuine awe, hardly fights the whole match, just watches you in… terror? Amazement? Surprise? He’s not exactly sure what he’s feeling, but there is a lot of it.

He’s definitely more wary from that point forward of making any sort of jokes about you.

Medic

Medic is wholly distrusting of your whole “good guy” act.

It might seem nice, and maybe you are but nobody gets into your position by being all smiles all the time he knows that.

Once he does a bit of inspecting on your character and a whole lot of judging, finding out that you are seriously just that golden hearted is a serious surprise to him.

You may point out to him that’s it’s pretty unfair of him of all people to be suspicious, the guy who smiles while doing open heart surgery, which he concedes.

He’s much more receptive to your niceness from then on.

Doesn’t fear so much for your safety on the battlefield, your kindness was not a good enough scale for how you would perform in battle, at least in Medics eyes.

Feels much more drawn to you after seeing your insane side.

Once seeing you on the battlefield he feels he finally has the full picture of who you are, and enjoys your company much more.

Your attitudes of being fairly frivolous on the battlefield have earned the two of you a rather unnerving reputation, but neither of you care, content to be menaces on the ground.

Sniper

Likewise, Sniper is a little suspicious about your behavior.

A puppy shelter? The sweet conversations? Helping at soup kitchens? It’s all a little on the nose for his tastes.

The kicker for him was when you somehow turned a violent drunk man on the street into a weeping mess, talking him through his childhood trauma. You really were just that tooth rottingly sweet.

Gets used to it, keeps his distance, but gets used to it.

After seeing you in battle he is even more put off. Of course, he respects your play, just the same way that he has some base level of respect for his teammates but it never goes beyond that.

He has strict codes he sticks to on the battlefield, and seeing you so lax about respect just sort of rubs him the wrong way.

You two probably don’t end up seeing eye to eye all too often, and may butt heads fairly often because of this.

But at the end of the day, you’re both teammates, and everyone else on the team loves you so much that it makes Mick feel like an asshole for having any negative feelings towards you.

Pyro

Wow! You guys get along so great!

Pyro is the exact same way, relatively beloved due to kindness off the battlefield but feared during the fight.

Pyro adores how kind and compassionate you are, wants to do all your helping stuff with you. Even if they don’t really know how to properly help anyone without starting a fire.

They will “help” with cooking and cleaning, just enjoying trying to be helpful.

You show up in a lot of their pyro land drawings, and they do enjoy spending a lot of time with you, and you them!

Pyro also loves helping out with you on the battlefield! Spreading peace and love is that much easier when you’re by their side.

Or at least… that’s Pyros version of events.

Sorry for the wait, having the worst burnout, but I am pressing on for u guys (￣^￣)ゞ hope you enjoyed!

[suhkusa]

EGOIST 18.

PAIRING. Atsumu Miya x f!Reader

CW. plot, angst, did i say angst, betrayal

A/N. atsumu biting the curb in 4k

-> MASTERLIST.

Atsumu’s been nervous, yes. He’s also been scared. But nothing can describe the pure terror he felt in his heart when he opened up the link to gossip about you with a picture he took being the star of it.

He barely slept last night. He’s scared because things had just gotten good with you. He’s scared because how else did the media get a hold of this? He was never planning on releasing, nor does he ever remember sending it to anyone. So, why?

Atsumu is stuck where he is. He can’t move. One because you’re sleeping on him, and two because he doesn’t want to wake you up in fear of how you’ll react. He can hear your phone buzzing on the floor from when it fell.

He’s absolutely lost.

Atsumu decides it’s for the best to keep his mouth shut. To just be there for you. 

No one would ever have to know.

———

You wake up to Atsumu shaking you, “Y/N,”

You’re groggy as you open your eyes. You’re almost blinded when Atsumu shoves a phone in your face, a twitter post being left on the screen.

When you finally come to your senses and read it, you jump up.

“W-What?” you feel around your person, “Where’s my phone?” 

Atsumu is slow but he finally hands it to you. You’re frantic as you open your messages to almost 100 new notifications.

Coach Foster [7:45AM]: Stay indoors, there are paparazzi everywhere. Take care of yours…

Sissy [8:01AM]: are you okay? please call me back when you get a chance. me and mom are…

MSBY JACKALS (25 New) - Meian [8:04AM]: This is so weird, people have nothing else better….

Kiyoomi [8:07AM]: Are you okay? 

You don’t know who to answer, what to answer. This is bad, really bad. Your eyes begin to water when you look at Atsumu, dumbfounded.

“I-I don’t know what to do,” your hands are shaking, “Do I make a post or- or-”

His eyes look worried as he pulls you into a comforting hug, “It’ll be okay, alright?”

You nod into his shoulder, “Just listen to Coach for now and we’ll figure out how to settle this,”

You sigh in defeat as you shut your phone off. “This is so bad, a scandal right after you guys won, I-I’m so sorry,” you begin to cry.

“I shouldn’t have gotten so drunk, I should’ve been c-careful,” the palm of your hands dig into your eyes as you cry as if they were trying to plug the waterworks.

“It’s not your fault, there’s always journalists around trying to find their next hit story,” he comforts, hand on your back rubbing soothing circles in it.

“Just rest, I’m gonna make some breakfast,” he kisses you on the forehead before leaving you alone with your thoughts.

You snatch your phone up to look at your Instagram. There’s DMs, new followers, likes and comments. Out of nervousness, you temporarily deactivate your account. Closing out of the app. 

You’re about to click onto Twitter when a call begins to make your phone buzz. “Kiyoomi” labeled as the suspect.

“Kiyoomi?” you answered, “L-Look, I’m so sorry, I didn’t think-”

“Why are you apologizing?” he interrupts, “It’s not your fault, alright? But are you okay?”

His voice is filled with genuinity, it somewhat calms your nerves.

“No, I’m nervous, I’m scared. What if I lose my job? What if something happens to you, I don’t know how I’d deal with that,”

There’s a pause on his end before he continues, “You shouldn’t have to worry about any of that. Coach Foster knows what happened that night and wouldn’t lay it out on either of us. Gossip on social media is out of our control,”

You sniffle in response, allowing him to continue, “Just lay low for a little bit, we already have people working on stuff behind the scenes. I only called to make sure you’re alright,”

“Thank you, Kiyoomi,” you cry, “I hope you’re alright as well, and I’m sorry again,”

“No worries, I’m glad to know you’re safe. And again don’t apologize,” Kiyoomi comforts, “I’ll see you soon alright,” 

“See you,” is what you mutter to your phone before you’re met with the sound of an ended call.

With a sigh, you fall back into the pillow and comforter of Atsumu’s bed, wallowing in your own thoughts. 

“Food is ready,” Atsumu pokes his head into the room, a white apron adorning his body.

“You look goofy,” you laugh a bit, “I’ll be right there,”

With a nod he’s whistling through the halls on his way back to the kitchen. 

Working up the energy, you force yourself up and walk with sore legs into the kitchen, finding a seat on the stool by the counter.

“How are you feeling?” Atsumu questions with a mouth of waffle, pushing a plate towards you.

“Are these Eggos?” you laugh, grabbing one with your hand and taking a bite.

“Duh, never said I was a chef,” he smirks back before finishing the one in his hand. “You didn’t answer my question, though,”

“Oh, yeah. I’m feeling somewhat better,” you start, finishing what’s in your mouth, “There’s not much I can do about it you know?”

There’s a look of relief on Atsumu’s face that confuses you but you look past it.

“Coach already knows what happened that night, and so does Kiyoomi, so there’s nothing I really have to worry about,” you sigh, finishing the waffle in a swift bite, “just gotta wait for it to die down,” 

“Mm, I see,” he grabs your plate before placing it into the sink. “That’s good then, but unfortunately for you, that just means you’re stuck with me for another day,” 

“Oh no how terrible,” you roll your eyes, pushing your chair back and hopping off of it, “I’m gonna watch TV,”

Atsumu nods at you before turning the faucet on to wash dishes.

You click some random Netflix show to play in the background as you filter out your thoughts. It feels for a while you’ve been on autopilot, but the gravity of everything is finally hitting you. It’s terrifying.

You went from hating Atsumu Miya to essentially dating him. The team you helped manage won the Division 1 Volleyball championships. And now, you’re in a dating scandal with someone you considered a close friend. 

If there was a way to put your life on pause, you would. In a heartbeat. 

A buzz on the table catches your attention. Atsumu’s phone buzzes a couple more times before halting.

The name “Angie” appears on the notifications, drawing your curiosity.

“Atsumu, who is Angie?”

You look back at where he stands in the kitchen, and he looks like he’s seen a ghost.

There’s a brief moment of silence before he snaps out of whatever trance he’s in.

“Oh, that’s my cousin,” he says, drying his hands off, “Sorry, I just haven’t, um, spoken to her in a while,”

“Ah, I see,” you put his phone down before drowning yourself back in your thoughts.

Atsumu joins you on the couch, grabbing his phone before his butt meets the cushion. He puts it on the side of the couch before wrapping a strong arm around you. 

“What show is this?”

“It’s this one show, Ginny and Georgia, terrible, but I like to experience it,” you say which he nods in response to.

“I see,” his phone buzzes again, causing him to pick it up and type a somewhat long message.

“What does she want?” you prod.

He looks down at you then back at his phone, “She’s just reaching out after some family drama,”

You mouth a silent oh before turning your head back to the TV. 

———

The 50 minute episode ends and Atsumu hasn’t gotten off his phone since then.

“Atsumu, pay attention to me,” you pout, shaking his arm.

“Fine, fine, let me send one more text,” he quickly taps his phone a couple more times before setting it down.

You smile before you hug him, earning a kiss in response.

“Ah shit, I need to piss, just give me a second, ‘kay?” you nod before he’s frantically rushing through the hallway, pants pulled down before he even reaches the bathroom door.

You laugh a bit to yourself. You reach for the remote when you see his phone light up with a new text. 

He didn’t shut it off.

You’re stuck between a rock and a hard place. You’d be lying if you said you trusted Atsumu with all your heart, but it’d kill you if you didn’t trust him and he caught you in the act of something stupid like searching through his phone.

Bzzt.

Curiosity might really be killing the cat, because you can’t help the way you look at the bathroom door then back at his phone, quickly grabbing at it and reading the most recent texts.

If you were a cat, then curiosity really did kill you. Your heart sinks at the texts between his “cousin” Angie.

Angie [10:02AM]: URE the one who took those pics. i just happened to find them

Angie [10:02AM]: who do you think uploaded that picture of sakusa n that girl? lol u can finally get ur mind off of her now

Angie [10:03AM]: what do u say? u tryna come over or what ;)

© all writings belongs to suhkusa 2024. do not repost or change.

[toxycodone]

boyfriend hcs + modern au kabru

Genuinely...one of the only chatacters that makes for a semi-normal relationship and and actual good boyfriend

OKAY FOR ONE MODERN AU KABRU. HEAR ME OUT. He dresses in a really specific way to me. You know how like, maybe the male romantic lead of a 2000s disney movie would dress? With the short sleeved shirt, jeans, some bracelets on either wrists?? Like it’s a very basic outfit but he doesn’t need anything too crazy. Kabru’s beauty carries him so far he seriously does not need to dress insanely well or I fear he will make too many strangers fall in love with him.

You're a bit of a fixation to him. He's not like going as far as Laios to actually take physical notes and such, but he makes a lot of mental notes about you.

The way you brush your hair? The expression you make while you focus? Perhaps even littler things like how your brow quirks when you try to be polite but he knows you're lying? Yeah. He can read you like a book.

I think this can kinda cause issues because in his little mind palace he's like. anticipating how you will react to things and has a lot of communication issues surrounding it. Instead of just outright saying things he tends to beat around the bush and test the waters before like eventually being forced to say what’s on his mind.

(Or in some cases he may feel it’s better to withhold info which like. Is an entirely separate can of worms. MAKE HIM TALK AND BE HONEST YOURE AN ADULT YOU CAN HANDLE IT).

However this perceptiveness DOES benefit him a lot and make him a good partner though. He can sense a depression episode coming from a mile away. Or when you’re stressed.

But for smaller things, he tends to keep things you like around the house and in stock. Down to your favorite chips to the body wash you always use. Just yeah 💞 He’s sweet and makes sure these things are in stock (and will bring things he thinks you’d like home now and then. He gets happy when it turns out his hunch was right!)

Never ever forgets a birthday, an anniversary, anything. If it’s a date you two deem important, he will ALWAYS get it right and you two will have plans accordingly.

Not a huuuuge PDA person. Kabru’s more lowkey, he’ll have an arm around you or a hand at the small of your waist while you two are around others. You’ll get a kiss to the cheek or a quick peck on the lips but he doesn’t wanna like. Go super crazy in public.

YOUR PARENTS LOVE HIM. THIS IS A GIVEN. Oh my God it is genuinely impressive how easy it is for him to get on your entire family's good side. He's the type of guy that gets the "so when are you guys gonna get married?" comments. If you two break up, you're getting a lot of sly comments about him being the one that got away. Future partners have HELLA big shoes to fill

And your friends? Yeah he fits smoothly into that group as well. No issues at all. I think all your friends would at least have a positive view of him if they don’t decide to start hanging out with him themselves.

Honestly, I think people get a little jealous. He likes to turn up the charm around others (for his own amusement really) and I just KNOW people are seething with jealously because he’s so charming and you are so lucky.

^ This also means he’s gets flirted with in public. He likes it, but he’s very quick to politely shut it down. But he’ll tease you about being jealous afterwards, but you know he’s not going to do anything to betray your trust.

Regarding. Kabru’s own family life. I think he’s really apprehensive to introduce you to Misril. It’s not that he doesn’t want you to know his family. It’s just…complicated. He and Misril are complicated. I think he’s gonna have to lay down some ground rules with you as to not like make things awkward (guilt trippy mom you know they vibes)

[mylovesstuffs]

OT13 reacting if their s/o who's struggling with eating properly and worrying about their weight

Request: hi!! can u do svt reaction to their s/o having troubles with eating properly because she thinks she is too fat and should start a diet or smth. i feel like they would be so careful and worried about her. just write whatever you are comfortable with!! thank u 💗

A/N: Food should be comforting and not something that makes us feel guilty :( Please remember, you are so loved and worthy exactly as you are. If you’re ever struggling with things like this, don’t hesitate to reach out for support.

I really love Joshua, Jun and Woozi's part.

Seungcheol: You’re eating less or skipping meals, and he’s so concerned about you. He’d sit you down and ask if everything is okay. He’d remind you how much he loves you just as you are.

Jeonghan: He’d approach it with a lot of patience. He knows how hard it is, so he’d make sure you knew how beautiful you are. He’d tell you, gently and firmly. He’d try to distract you from the negative thoughts by taking you on a walk.

Joshua: Joshua would want to help you feel at ease at all times. He’d ask about your eating habits and listen without judgment, wanting to understand. He’d reassure you that your worth isn’t based on your body but on the person you are. He’d cook for you, just to show you that food and your body can be a source of love, not fear.

Jun: He’d make sure you knew he’s not going anywhere, no matter what. “If you don’t feel good about yourself, I feel it too, you know?” he’d say, his gaze soft and serious. He’d talk to you about your insecurities, offering a non-judgmental ear. Then, he’d encourage you to eat with him, making it fun by cooking both his and your favorite meals with you, showing you how food can be enjoyed in a healthy, loving way.

Hoshi: “You’re perfect just as you are!” He’d keep a positive attitude, trying to lift your spirits and remind you how special you are. He might make a silly little challenge, like trying new foods together, to help you feel more comfortable around foods.

Wonwoo: He’d notice the little things, like when you avoid meals or eat less than usual. He wouldn’t pressure you, just let you know that his love for you is unwavering. “I love you the way you are. I don't really care about your weight,” he'd say.

Woozi: Woozi would be a little more practical but still very thoughtful. He’d notice the change in your eating habits and would ask what’s been going on. “You don’t have to change for anyone,” he’d say, pushing aside any work to focus on you. He’d make sure you know that being healthy is important, but so is feeling happy and loved in your own skin. He might even cook something for you that reminds you that food is meant to nourish, not punish.

Dokyeom: He'd would be very affectionate, his heart going out to you. “You’re beautiful, already. I love you,” he’d say as he pulls you into a tight hug. He’d be genuinely concerned and want to make sure you feel comfortable in your own body. He'd make sure you know he loves you for you, not how you look. He’d do everything in his capacity to make you feel accepted and cherished.

Mingyu: “You’re beautiful, okay?” he’d say with a grin, hugging you tightly. “I don’t care about anything else, you’re perfect to me.” Mingyu would do his best to reassure you, always reminding you that he’s proud of you just the way you are. He might as well cook you every food that you ever loved as a punishment for thinking so low about his s/o.

Minghao: He’d listen to everything you had to say, holding you close and reassuring you that you don’t need to change for anyone. He’d make sure you knew how much he adored you for who you are, not for what you look like. He’d offer to help you take care of yourself, mostly in the form of giving you peace of mind.

Seungkwan: Seungkwan would immediately start asking if you’re okay after seeing you drastically loose weight, panicking a bit but in a way that’s endearing. “You don’t have to do anything to change for me!” He’d remind you how much he loves you. He’d encourage you to enjoy more food with him and would keep reassuring you, making sure you knew he loved every. single. part of you.

Vernon: You don’t need to change a thing about yourself because vernon would guide you into taking care of your body in a healthy way, but always with love and no pressure. He’d make sure you felt safe and accepted, with no judgments from him or anyone.

Dino: Dino would be a little confused at first but would quickly become incredibly gentle. “You’re so perfect already,” he’d say softly, wrapping his arms around you. He’d be so worried that you might be hurting yourself by not eating enough wnd being too hard on yourself. He'd hire Mingyu with pleading eye to teach him how to make all of your comfort and favorite foods.

[ducksido]

Ruggie Vs Trans!Yuu

Aka how would Ruggie react to a mtf!yuu and ftm!yuu (This keeps coming to me in dreams)

🐾 Ruggie Bucchi with a MTF!Yuu

At first, Ruggie doesn’t even blink when Yuu comes out as a trans woman. He’s from the Wild Savannah, a place with deeply ingrained social structures, sure—but he’s also incredibly adaptable, observant, and street-smart. His immediate reaction? A grin and a shrug.

“Eh? That so? Cool, good for ya, Yuu.”

But internally?

Ruggie definitely has a knee-jerk hyena instinct moment.

Like, his brain short-circuits just a bit. Something ancient and primal in his hyena-coded instincts goes:

"Oh. Dominant female. Respect immediately." Even if logically he knows Yuu wasn’t born with the physical traits associated with Wild Savannah females, the second she claims that identity—his instincts click into place. His tail would tuck between his legs.

He doesn't fear her like she’ll hurt him—but it’s this weird mix of:

admiration,

caution,

and a little submissiveness.

He starts calling her "Boss" half-jokingly, but also half-seriously. Like:

“Heh, remind me not to get on your bad side, Boss Lady.”

He absolutely respects her transition and identity, never misgenders or deadnames. He’s too sharp to make that kind of mistake—and he hates when others do. He might even go out of his way to “correct” someone in a passive-aggressive Ruggie way:

“Ohhh, ya meant her. You know—Yuu. Use your words right, yeah?”

Ruggie also probably gets weirdly defensive if someone tries to undermine her femininity.

He’s not one to throw hands unless money’s involved, but he’ll get right up in someone’s face if they say anything disrespectful. Especially if it triggers that Savannah-born instinct that says, “You do not mess with a female.”

If they're close or dating? He spoils her so hard—but lowkey. Steals snacks she likes. Calls her “princess” in that teasing-but-means-it way. Lets her borrow his jacket. Always offers his arm when walking through crowds.

And behind closed doors, he tells her:

“Ya know, you don’t gotta prove nothin’. You are who you say you are. That’s more than enough.”

🐾 Ruggie Bucchi with a FTM!Yuu (trans)

At first, Ruggie’s reaction is super casual. You tell him you’re a guy, and he just nods with a lazy grin.

“Aight, cool. Thanks for tellin’ me, dude.”

But internally? Oh, boy. His Wild Savannah brain is reconfiguring itself like a whole operating system update just happened.

Because in his homeland? You were born with the body that usually meant "intimidating," "dominant," or "don’t mess with." So when you step forward and go, "Nah—I’m a guy," something ancient in his instincts gets reversed.

That little hyena instinct that usually flinches around dominant females? Now it’s like:

“OH—HE’S a guy. A guy who was born in a female-coded body and still carries that presence? That’s terrifying. I love him.”

There’s this weird subconscious respect/fear combo, and you better believe he starts treating you like someone who could kick his ass—even if you’re not threatening at all.

He might say stuff like:

“Jeez, you’re kinda scary, huh? Not like, bad-scary—just, y’know... cool-scary.”

But like, respectfully.

Once the dust settles in his brain, he genuinely supports you. Ruggie knows what it’s like to fight for space, for respect, and for survival. So when he realizes you’re walking your own path, being your true self no matter what? He respects the hell out of that.

He’ll defend you if anyone misgenders you:

“Uh—he said no pickles on the sandwich, yeah? Get it right.”

He becomes your little gremlin guard dog. Not in a loud way—just in the “he will use is UM and make them trip and say it was an accident” kind of way.

If you’re dating? Ohhh boy, he’s SO proud of you. You might find him subtly hyping you up all the time.

“Look at you, handsome. You’re gonna give me a complex if you keep lookin’ this good.”

He’s the type to toss you his hoodie and then blush because you look more masc than him wearing it.

Also: he absolutely brags about you when no one’s around.

“Yuu? Oh yeah, he’s a badass. You don’t wanna mess with him. He’ll take you down and correct your grammar while he’s at it.”

[gothicxreylover]

Hi! Can I request the uppermoons with Kokushibo's child as their darling? Like, how would they react, and would their treatment change if they find out? What would change exactly? And also maybe include how Kokushibo would react if his child revealed that they're dating one of his fellow uppermoons?

*goes into whisper tone*

((also, if you're comfortable with, could you also write some teasing headcanons of the Hantengu clones with an innocent darling and how they'd tease her during a spicy night? And the darling is absolutely clueless and just trusts them to hopefully do it while not handling the teasing and being teary eyed?))

SORRY FOR THE LATE RESPONSE! I kinda forgot about tumblr for a long while but here’s your request!

Daki

Before Knowing

• Daki is immediately drawn to you, but not in the usual flashy, seductive way she’s used to that fools pathetic humans.

• You’re so polite and sweet, always bowing slightly, voice soft, smiling shyly when she talks to you—and it melts her.

• She finds herself stumbling over her words. Forget seduction—she’s brushing your sleeve and squealing in her head like a teenager: “Did they just SMILE at me!?”

• Starts showing off in battle or dressing extra pretty when she knows you’re around. Constantly tries to “accidentally” bump into you in the Infinity Castle hallways.

After Finding Out

• Instant panic. She’s curled into a ball in her room whispering, “Oh my god. That’s Kokushibo’s kid. I flirted with Kokushibo’s kid. I’m going to DIE.”

• Avoids you for days out of embarrassment… until you shyly ask if you did something wrong.

• She bursts into dramatic tears and hugs you, crying: “No! You’re perfect! That’s the problem!!”

What Changes

• She becomes a blushing mess. Your relationship shifts into a soft, awkward courtship of lingering glances and whispered compliments.

• She treasures every touch, every small moment—braiding flowers into your hair, nervously reaching for your hand, asking if she can sit beside you and kicking her feet like a schoolgirl when you say yes.

• Starts practicing how she’ll introduce herself to Kokushibo if it ever gets that far: “Hello sir, I swear I’m not corrupting your child. I don’t even curse anymore!”

Akaza

Before Knowing

• Akaza finds your spirit beautiful. Not your strength in battle, but your inner will—your gentleness despite your lineage.

• He’s always protecting you from afar, making sure others treat you with respect. If someone mocks you, they disappear. Quickly.

• He gets visibly softer around you, eyes warm, voice quiet. When you thank him, he gets flustered and mumbles, “Don’t mention it.”

• You remind him of humanity—the soft parts he left behind—and he finds himself lingering near you longer than he should.

After Knowing

• Silence. He stares into space for like five minutes. Then mutters: “Of course. Of course you’re his.”

• There’s no fear in him—but respect. He keeps his distance for a while to think about whether he’s worthy of you.

• Eventually confesses gently: “I don’t care whose child you are. I only care about the person I see when I look at you.”

What Changes

• He starts training with you—light sessions, just to bond. It becomes your thing. When your fingers touch by accident? He nearly explodes.

• Gets extremely protective. Kokushibo already intimidates him, so Akaza steps up hard, trying to be good enough to deserve you.

• He defends your name like it’s sacred. Someone mocks you? They won’t live to finish the sentence.

• Genuinely asks Kokushibo one day: “I want to court your child properly.” Kokushibo stares. Akaza doesn’t flinch. Respect.

Douma

Before Knowing

• Oh he’s enthralled. You’re a little gem in a cave full of monsters, and he wants to collect you—no, keep you.

• Teases you constantly, leans close to whisper things like, “My my, don’t look so shy… it only makes you more tempting.”

• He treats you like a doll: offering sweets, inviting you to his temple, always with that honey-slicked smile.

• You make him feel something oddly human… and he doesn’t like how much he craves your attention.

After Knowing

• Douma laughs. Then he laughs again. And then stops.

• “Wait… you’re that one’s spawn?” Cue unnerving silence and wide eyes. The first time in forever, Douma looks concerned.

• Then comes the dramatic flare: “No wonder I liked you so much! You’ve got that same quiet horror in your eyes—but much cuter!”

What Changes

• He gets obsessed. Like, religious devotion levels of obsessed. You become his “holy little moonbeam.”

• Sends you presents wrapped in silk: rare flowers, mirror sets, haori dyed with your favorite color. He’s showing off.

• Starts being subtle (for Douma): “If your father ever disapproves of me… well, we’ll simply make our own little paradise far away, won’t we?”

• Tries to act innocent in front of Kokushibo. “Oh, sir! I would never lay a finger on your darling… unless they ask me to.” Cue Kokushibo gripping his katana a little harder.

Gyutaro

Before Knowing

• Gyutaro’s got it bad. He’s never seen someone like you—so delicate-looking but eerily composed, always with this calm, otherworldly grace that reminds him of snow falling at night.

• He doesn’t flirt in the usual sense. He just lingers—watching you from the shadows, carving your name into his flesh like a prayer, seething with jealousy at every demon who so much as breathes in your direction.

• But when you speak to him? Softly? Kindly? He goes blank. “You’re not scared of me?” You shake your head and say, “Should I be?”

• Boom. He’s yours.

After Finding Out

• Shock. Pure panic. “Y-You’re… Kokushibo’s brat?”

• He starts freaking out. He’s a filthy thing, a wretched thing. He’s not good enough. He’s not worthy. He should back off. But he can’t.

• The more he realizes he shouldn’t love you, the more he clings—like a starving animal offered a taste of heaven.

What Changes

• He treats you even more preciously. Like porcelain. Like something divine. He worships you with trembling hands and whispering lips, calling you “his moonlight, his sin, his salvation.”

• You’ll catch him trying to make himself look cleaner, better, more presentable when you’re around.

• Starts panicking over what Kokushibo will do if he finds out. Keeps saying, “You should tell ‘im you hate me. Tell ‘im I forced you. Maybe he’ll kill me quick…”

• But if you insist you love him too? He breaks. Crying, holding you tightly, promising to protect you from everyone. Even your own father if it came to it.

Hantengu clones

Karaku

• Before Knowing: Teases you constantly. “You look so serious all the time. Wanna smile for me just once?” Always flirty, always grinning, always trying to get you to blush.

• After Knowing: Chokes on his own spit. “Wait. Wait. You mean… you’re Kokushibo’s kid? The dude with a thousand eyes and a blade sharper than my attitude?”

• What Changes: He doesn’t stop teasing—but now he sweats while doing it. Looks around every time he flirts, half expecting Kokushibo to appear and behead him on the spot.

• Secretly very proud. “Look at me… pulling the sword god’s kid. Damn, I got game.”

⸻

Urogi

• Before Knowing: Giddy boy! Always swooping around you, laughing, nudging your shoulder, trying to make you smile. “You’re so pretty when you laugh! C’mon, do it again~”

• After Knowing: Dead silence. The first time he shuts up in his life. Then bursts into panicked laughter. “Oh noooo, I’ve been flirting with Kokushibo’s child! I’m gonna get chopped like a worm!”

• What Changes: Starts treating you like royalty. Carries you in his arms, defends your honor, wants to build you a nest. Genuinely tells Kokushibo, “Sir, I would die for your kid. Happily!”

⸻

Aizetsu

• Before Knowing: Quietly in love. Cries about how perfect you are. Keeps little drawings of you and writes sad poems. Melts when you show him even the slightest affection. “They spoke to me again today… I think my heart stopped.”

• After Knowing: He weeps. “Of course you’re his child… that explains the elegance… the tragedy… the unattainability…” Just spirals into dramatic heartbreak.

• What Changes: He’s somehow more devoted. Treats you like a divine being now. Offers to die in your name. If Kokushibo disapproves, Aizetsu is already kneeling. “Just… let them live… take me instead…”

⸻

Sekido

• Before Knowing: Furious all the time… until you walk in. Then he shuts up and looks away, ears red, grumbling curses under his breath as he simmers with unspoken yearning.

• After Knowing: Breaks a wall. “ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! I’ve BEEN YELLING AT KOKUSHIBO’S KID???”

• What Changes: His protectiveness becomes next-level. Anyone dares to upset you? He vaporizes them. Tries really hard to not swear around you now. Still grumpy, but you’re the only one who makes him go quiet and soft.

⸻

Combined Reactions

• When they all find out together? It’s chaos. Karaku’s joking, Urogi’s panicking, Aizetsu is crying, and Sekido is throwing furniture.

• But they all decide something silently, as a group: you are theirs. And nothing—not even Kokushibo himself—will take you away.

Teasing Headcanons – Hantengu Clones x Innocent Darling

(Extra to make up for not writing smut)

Picture you: sweet, shy, flustered at even a compliment. And them? Oh, they live for it. Especially in quiet moments when you open your heart a little.

⸻

Karaku

• Loves watching you squirm. “You really mean that? You love spending time with me the most? What a bold thing to say~.”

• Leans close when you’re confessing something personal, brushing his fingers over yours and cooing, “You always get this cute when you talk from the heart.”

• If you ever say something like “I trust you,” he grins and whispers, “You shouldn’t.” But the look in his eyes is painfully soft.

⸻

Urogi

• Picks you up mid-sentence during soft convos. “You’re adorable when you get serious, but I wanna see you laugh too.”

• Nuzzles into your neck during cuddles just to feel you freeze. “Hehe! Your heart’s racing. Are you scared of me or… something else?”

• Feeds you random compliments during quiet talks: “Your voice is too cute. Makes me wanna keep you up all night just so I can hear more.” You die on the spot.

⸻

Aizetsu

• Gentle teasing. He’ll listen intently to your heartfelt words, eyes welling up, then say: “You’re too kind to me… Are you sure you’re not an angel in disguise?”

• If you accidentally flirt, he covers his face and whimpers: “Please… don’t say things like that so innocently. I can’t take it…”

• When you’re sad, he’s right there whispering how much he treasures you. “Even your sadness is beautiful. You’re the only one who makes me want to protect instead of mourn.”

⸻

Sekido

• Denies being a tease but is the worst offender.

• Gets mad when you cry or confess your worries, but it’s because he doesn’t know how to handle his feelings. “Why are you always making me feel things?!”

• He’ll gruffly say something like, “Tch. I don’t care if you’re sweet or whatever,” but then shoves a gift into your lap and looks away, ears red.

Kokushibo’s Reaction

• Silent. Scary. Cold. The room drops twenty degrees the moment you mention you’re dating one of the Upper Moons.

• He doesn’t say he disapproves, but he’ll start testing them in battle more, watching for cracks in their obsession with you. He doesn’t want his child with someone weak, even if that “someone” is a fellow Upper Moon.

• If you’re happy, he doesn’t stop you—but he warns your lover. One glare, one sentence:

“If they bleed… it won’t be because of me.”

[aventurineswife]

hellooooo :) can i request aventurine and argenti with a g/n reader who isn’t used to being complimented directly? like instead of being told “you’re pretty” they’re told “your outfit/hair/etc is pretty” if that makes any sense

i fear this happens too often to me (´；ω；`)

Captured by You

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Argenti x Reader, Fluff, Slow burn, Emotional vulnerability, Light romance, Compliments, Personal growth, Comfort.

Warnings: Mentions of past trauma (for Aventurine, though it's handled delicately), Slightly awkward moments (due to the Reader's discomfort with compliments).

A/N: ngl, I have been there 😔🫂

You sat across from Aventurine, the sound of the bustling casino around you barely reaching your ears. His eyes, always sharp and calculating, flickered over to you with that signature, enigmatic smile. He had a way of making everything feel like part of some high-stakes game, and right now, you were the center of attention in his private corner.

"You know," he began, leaning back in his chair with the casual elegance that defined him, "I’ve seen a lot of people walk through these halls. Rich, poor, powerful, insignificant… but you, darling," he paused, tilting his head slightly, his eyes locking onto yours. "You’re absolutely stunning."

Your face flushed immediately, an awkward, nervous chuckle escaping your lips. You weren’t used to this kind of attention, let alone a compliment so direct, especially from someone like him. Normally, he’d focus on the smallest detail—your attire, the way you styled your hair—but now he was looking right into your eyes, his words almost… genuine?

Aventurine’s smile widened, as if savoring your reaction. "I’m afraid you’ll have to forgive me," he teased, his tone light but undeniably sincere. "You’re more than just your outfit, your hair… It’s you, you are beautiful. In the most elusive and intriguing way. Not even luck could account for someone so… captivating."

You shifted in your seat, unsure of how to respond. Compliments like these were foreign to you, always deflected in the past by focusing on the exterior—anything but acknowledging the person beneath it. But with Aventurine, everything felt more dangerous, like a high-stakes gamble where you were both the player and the prize.

"Don’t worry," he added, noting your discomfort with a soft laugh. "You’ll get used to me, eventually. But don’t mistake my words for flattery… It’s all part of the game, my dear. And in this one, you’ve certainly got the winning hand."

His gaze lingered on you for a moment longer, the magnetic pull of his charm almost irresistible. You didn’t know whether to be flattered or to run for the hills, but for now, you simply smiled, albeit hesitantly. Maybe, just maybe, this game was one you were willing to play.

The sunlight filtered through the stained glass windows of the temple, casting a colorful glow on the stone floors as Argenti stood beside you. His hair, as vibrant as the setting sun, swayed in the breeze as he adjusted the delicate fabric of his knightly garb. His eyes, sparkling with an intensity that matched his resolve, flickered over to you, his gaze softening as he took in your appearance.

"I must confess," Argenti spoke, his voice a smooth baritone that filled the quiet space. "I have often seen beauty in the world, in nature, in art… But you, [Name]," he hesitated, almost as if he were measuring the words carefully before they left his lips. "You are the embodiment of all that is pure and radiant. Truly, there is no greater beauty than the one that shines from within you."

You froze at the words, unsure how to react. Compliments about your appearance were common enough, but this—this was different. His gaze was direct, not veiled with subtlety, and the warmth in his tone made your chest tighten. You had never been one to take compliments well, often brushing them off or deflecting them. But Argenti was persistent in his sincerity.

"I do not speak of your outfit," he continued, stepping closer, his armor clinking softly with the movement. "Nor of the shine of your hair or the grace with which you carry yourself." He reached out, his hand gently brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, a delicate action that seemed to hold an entire conversation within it. "I speak of you, in your entirety. Your soul, your spirit—it is a rare and exquisite beauty, one that no earthly measure can capture."

You felt your face flush, the words ringing in your ears as you struggled to find your voice. "I—"

Argenti placed a hand on your shoulder, his touch firm yet comforting. "There is no need to speak. I see you, [Name], in ways few others ever will. And that, in itself, is more than enough."

His words hung in the air, resonating with a sense of reverence that made you want to shrink from the attention. But something in the way he said it, with such deep conviction and pure admiration, made you feel seen in a way you hadn’t before.

Argenti smiled, a serene, knowing smile that seemed to ease your nerves. "You need not be ashamed of your beauty. It is not a sin, nor a curse. It is a gift. And it is my honor to witness it."

The weight of his words lingered, filling the space between you with an unspoken understanding. You had never been one to easily accept compliments, but in this moment, from Argenti, you felt an undeniable warmth. It was as if, for the first time, you were truly worthy of them.

[gay-dorito-dust]

Another, another Drabble that might be longer than I originally planned…the ending was dogshit🦦

‘It’s cute.’ Sylvia Newbon of the Aphrodite cabin cooed as Luke flashed you a charming smile.

‘Then you can have him then,’ you began, plucking loose threads from your jeans, ‘he’s been nothing but an annoying pain in my ass as of late.’

Sylvia merely chucked as she playfully nudged you in the side. ‘I don’t think that’s possible at this pount, Luke seems dead set on you, and I honestly think you’re being dramatic about all this. You’ve got someone pinning after you and your response to that is to be rid of it?’ She said aghast. You shrugged, not really understanding what Luke saw in you, a child of Hades, a forbidden child other than that; a forbidden child whose existence shouldn’t have come to pass.

‘He’ll get bored of me once he realises I’m not who he thinks I am.’ You defended, now watching Luke as he took a small break from training, face still bearing that smile that only seemed to grow to the point his dimples and pearly whites were on full display. You didn’t want to be the one responsible in taking take away that shine. Ever. For it seemed that ever since your first arrival to camp, Luke had been the only one to stand by you without an ounce of trepidation for who your godly father was; He had been there during the sleepless nights despite the fact he didn’t need to, during your time at the Hermes cabin he would be beside you in the dinning pavilion or even save you a seat.

He did everything in his power to help you and be of aid, all without expecting a simple thank you in return…You genuinely hated how you felt towards him. You originally put it down to the fact that Luke Castellan was conventionally attractive, only to soon learn that it was much deeper than that, which had scared you to the point of becoming recluse.

‘Don’t say that.’ Sylvia said sternly. ‘Don’t do that to yourself, don’t sell yourself short. I hate it when you do that because that means missing out on something pure, something beautiful, something real.’ She then grasps onto your hands, holding them with a strength that was reflective of her passion. ‘I don’t want fear of rejection, for fear itself to control you any longer because if there’s anyone in camp who deserves to be happy, it’s you. You’re the child of hades for fuck sake, fear is beneath you and you know it but you still willingly give it power over you. Why? Why deny yourself true happiness when it’s served up to you on a silver platter-‘

‘Because I’m afraid!’ You exclaimed, cutting Sylvia off but find it difficult to stop. ‘I’m afraid that I won’t be enough for him, that I’ll take away his smile that shows off his perfect teeth and cute dimples! I’m afraid that he’ll never be satisfied being with me because even in a camp full of people like me, much like Nico, I still feel the outcast and I don’t want to burden Luke with that.’ You finished, slightly out of breath. ‘So it’d be better for the both of us if I just kept my distance.’ Neither of you spoke, you just stared at each other, letting nothing but the silence to take hold, but then you saw the sudden shift in Sylvia’s eyes as they looked to something just behind you.

You didn’t need to know who it was behind you, not when you could clearly see from where you sat that Luke was missing from his little group of friends that were heading off elsewhere; which was probably why you didn’t express surprise upon hearing his voice from behind saying. ‘I know I probably fucked up my chances by eavesdropping but I completely disagree with everything you said just now.’ You didn’t even react when Luke sat himself down, nor make any attempts to move away when he then shuffled closer to you as humanly possible. Sylvia -obviously knowing what was going to happen- smiled softly as she stood up and promptly left you and Luke to your much needed conversation.

‘And why’s that?’ You rhetorically asked, looking at him as though you weren’t having an internal breakdown as to what might come out of his mouth next. ‘Would me saying I like you be substantial enough evidence?’ He asks.

‘We’re not in a romcom movie Luke, a simple I like you is never going to be enough, especially for people like me who have never been given much of a reason for staying, never mind a good one at that.’ You replied and Luke hummed in acknowledgment before grabbing you hand in a similar fashion as Sylvia did prior; with a strength reflective of his passion. ‘Then let me try again by saying that the day you came to camp was probably the most important day of my life.’ Luke began. ‘From the moment Chiron brought you to the Hermes cabin I knew right then and there that I was a goner. I must’ve been obvious as even some of camp began to notice how I acted towards you and would come up and tell me to tell you and get it over with…but I didn’t because I’d thought I would have enough time to tell you eventually.’ He chuckles, squeezing your hand while you listened intently.

‘I was wrong on that front because it wouldn’t be long until you were claimed by Hades and soon after you had already packed your stuff to move into your new cabin. It wasn’t until then did I realise that I took our friendship for granted, I knew that sooner or later you’d be claimed but at least not for a while, I often asked myself why did I cling onto you so desperately and now I know why.’ Luke finished, looking at you deeply.

‘Why?’ You asked, already knowing the answer.

‘It’s because I didn’t want you to move on and forget about me when I was very much liked the thought of you being close to me, closer than a friend should. So while your cabin was being built I took that as a final attempt in getting closer to you before being forced to wake up in a cabin void entirely of your presence for good.’ Luke replied.

You licked your lips, suddenly overtly away of how dry they were. ‘and here I thought you were just being the friendly head of the Hermes cabin.’ You admitted humourlessly, resting your head against his shoulder without a care. ‘How oblivious was I?’

‘How oblivious we both were you mean.’ Luke corrected as he rested his head atop of yours, briefly closing his eyes. ‘I just hope that I’ve given you enough reason to stay at camp.’ At those words you squeezed his hand in reassurance and uttered softly for him to hear. ‘you gave me that and so much more.’

Luke pressed a kiss to your head. ‘Good because I would’ve followed you into Tartarus and back if I hadn’t.’