#cause human decency I guess

[stubz]

"Teacher Kim can my friends come over into the centre?"

"Sorry bud but they're not part of the centre so I'm not allowed."

.

"Teacher Kim can Fleet have some of the treats?"

"I really wish I could but since they're not part of the centre and Max really doesn't want another incident I can't."

..

"I wish Teacher Kim would let us bring you guys in." grumbled the youngling.

The others groaned in agreement.

"Okay kids time to come in! The suns are too hot now and it's time to eat!"

The children walk begrudgingly towards the centre through the tall orange grass. The suns on this planet were so hot that even the children didn't complain when it was time to go back inside.

The ones part of the youngling centre made their way inside, waving goodbye to their friends who were not.

"..five, seven, aannd ten! Wow small group today." The human turned to head inside with the younglings when they realized something.

"...where are your parents?"

"Ours or Quin's?"

"Everyone's."

"They're in a meeting."

"Where?"

"On the ship." Juno pointed up.

"Do you know how long they'll be gone."

"I don't know. They left in a hurry...I think they forgot us."

"...get in." the human sighed and walked inside.

"REALLY!?" screamed the children.

"Teacher Kim you said that kids who aren't part of the centre can't come in!"

"I know I know and they're not! But I can't just leave three unsupervised kids out in this heat! Now get in, its hot and Quin your face is redder than usual."

...

"You get water, you get water, everybody gets water! Now who's hungry?"

Hands go up.

"So everyone. Alrighty then."

"Why is she letting us have water and food?" whispered Quin.

"I don't know...maybe it's a apex thing?" whispered back Juno. Her little brother simply chugged his third cup of water.

"Not an apex thing," replied Xw. "I think it's a pack thing?"

"Not a pack thing!" shouted Nova. "Most packs only share food with babies and the sick. Its a herd thing."

"Nope." said Marl.

"Herds only share with those who are family or have family status." explained Tarlak.

And on went the conversation. Each child trying to figure out what type of dynamic humans have. Meanwhile their teacher looks on with amusement.

....

"Oh my stars I am SO SORRY! Thank you so much human Kim!! I swear I thought I grabbed them when I brought their bags with me!" stressed the parent hugging her children with two arms while shaking the humans hands with the other two.

"No worries!" she smiled.

"And kids, I'm so sorry! You must be starving!"

"Oh I gave them some food, so they might not be that hungry. Also Judo had lots of water so he may want to use the bathroom first."

"Oh, how much do we owe you?"

"Sorry?"

"How much do we have to give you to replace the food and water they had?"

"Uh nothing?"

"...huh?"

"They were hungry and thirsty and I just did what any other adult-human! Would do...it's a human thing."

"....alright then. Thank you very much human Kim. Come along children."

And thus the younglings and adults learned what dynamic type the humans have. The human type. Which is honestly pretty stupid to the adults because just giving food to unknown children who aren't even their species? Are they trying to go extinct??

[gifti3]

demon x human is great cause u get to watch two people change one another in very opposite ways

[tgcg]

an open fly walking

i didnt like this one but i thought id finally air it out since its been sat in my folders for months now

TG: hey karkat

CG: YEAH?

===

TG: you ever noticed you like

TG: walk weird

CG: WOW, OKAY.

CG: HAVE *YOU* EVER NOTICED THAT I DON'T GIVE A SHIT?

TG: pff

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TG: no listen because i got my ears scoping that shit im like a scouter for dude activity

TG: ok maybe me mentioning it to you is gonna fuck up your ecosystem or something but

TG: you have the heaviest feet of the century man

CG: I DO???

TG: just thrust them straight down into the ground like youre trying to homebrew a san andreas fault

TG: viciously tamping on tectonic plates hoping for top score on the richter scale

TG: waging war against solid particles and the basic flow of gravity

TG: i could ID those footfalls out of a million i mean it

CG: SERIOUSLY?

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TG: i mean theres nothing wrong with it but

TG: yeah

CG: I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU'RE FUCKING WITH ME RIGHT NOW.

TG: im not fucking with you striders honor

TG: when have i ever lied to anybody about anything

CG: NOT UNPACKING THAT QUESTION WITH YOU TODAY.

CG: BUT SHIT, HOLD ON. LET ME SEE.

TG: yeah take the umbrella go over there and just walk to me

CG: ON IT.

===

===

TG: see you just kinda slam em straight down dude

CG: THIS IS THE WORST DAY OF MY RIOTOUS FUCKING JOKE OF A LIFE.

TG: dont your feet ache

===

CG: MOOT POINT. THIS MIGHT SOUND INSANE BUT I'VE ACTUALLY HAD MY STRUT PODS FOR A WHILE. ANY KIND OF PAIN THIS WOULD'VE BEEN CAUSING WOULD BE TOTALLY FILTERED OUT OF MY SPONGE BY NOW AS BACKGROUND NOISE.

TG: damn i didnt think that through

TG: my shades

CG: ALRIGHT, GET BACK UNDER THE SHITTING UMBRELLA AND THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME.

TG: look ive fucked myself over here too i dont have shit to clean these with

TG: ugh

===

TG: guess its karma

CG: HOLY FUCK. HOW DID I NEVER NOTICE THIS BEFORE?

TG: i dunno but im gonna assume having a dad thats a literal crab monster is probably a contributing factor

TG: im guessing thats not a great role model for this kinda thing

TG: just conjecture i mean

CG: YOUR ENVY IS OVERWHELMINGLY OBVIOUS DAVE. AS A DISCLAIMER, HE WOULD'VE ABSOLUTELY KICKED YOUR ASS.

TG: yeah probably

CG: THAT'S PRETTY MUCH ALL THERE IS TO SAY ON THE MATTER.

===

TG: but see bro had me stringent on feather feets

TG: i bet i could slip across a bike horn warehouse with nary a fucking toot

CG: HAHA. ASSUMING YOU DON'T MAKE A TOTAL ASS OF YOURSELF, AS PER USUAL.

CG: IF YOU WEREN'T CONSTANTLY RUNNING YOUR GASH ABOUT EVERYTHING AND BEING AN INIMITABLE CLOWN I SERIOUSLY THINK YOU COULD BE ON PAR WITH YOUR CUSTODIAN.

CG: THAT IS A MONUMENTAL "IF".

TG: well look at it this way

TG: im basically doing you all a favor by being a dumbass

TG: never gonna get caught off guard by the bozo patrol

CG: WOW. GOOD POINT.

===

TG: also screw this can i use your shirt

TG: this stupid hoodie is just smudging my lenses up

TG: i cant see dick

CG: UH

CG: SURE, I GUESS.

TG: cool

===

TG: so yeah i could be prowling around like a goddamn verbal assassin sniping convos left and right

TG: but no ive got the decency to go bunp in the night

CG: YEAH.

CG: IT'S DEFINITELY COMPOUNDED BY THE CONSTANT INANE RAMBLINGS.

CG: BUT

CG: IT'S ACTUALLY PRETTY RELAXING, Y'KNOW? IT HAS ITS OWN RHYTHM.

TG: see yeah i sound it off and

===

TG: wait really?

CG: YEAH

CG: I DON'T KNOW

CG: FUCK. HOW DO I EXPLAIN THIS WITHOUT WANTING TO CRAM MY FROND DOWN MY PROTEIN CHUTE.

===

CG: IT'S LIKE

CG: A SALVE FOR MY AGGRAVATION SPONGE.

CG: YOUR VOICE IS THE HUMAN EQUIVALENT OF ASPIRIN.

TG: uh damn karkat hold your hoofbeasts i was talking about the rhythm thing

CG: ALRIGHT, THAT'S IT. I'M TAKING US BOTH THE FUCK OUT RIGHT NOW. YOU HAVE REACHED THE BAD END OF THIS CONVERSATION.

TG: you think thatd be heroic or just

CG: IF I WAS STILL GHOSTING AROUND THE RUINS OF SGRUB'S ARCANE FRIGGIN GAME SYSTEMS, THE COMPLETE LACK OF SHIT AFOOT NOWADAYS WOULD BORE ME TO DEATH.

CG: LIKE. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME OUR THERMAL HULL LEVELLED UP, DAVE?

TG: hah

===

TG: but uh

TG: i mean we had aspirin on earth

CG: NO, NUMBNUBS.

CG: I'M SAYING YOU ARE MY ASPIRIN.

TG: oh

CG: YEAH, TAKE THAT TO THE BANK AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR 20-KARAT ASS.

===

TG: heh

TG: well get this

TG: i will literally talk at you forever for free

TG: you got lifetime priority seating for the davealogues

TG: never gotta go to the drugstore again you can just get doped up on my dulcet tones for the rest of time

TG: take that and some of this

TG: im packin punches

CG: OW, FUCK! NO! MY MIGRAINES!

CG: SWEEPS OF VEINCLOTTING AND NERVEFRAYING DOWN THE FUCKING GAPER. BECAUSE OF YOU.

CG: YOU ASSHOLE, THIS IS THE WORST THING THAT HAS EVER HAPPENED TO ME.

CG: AND YOU'RE LAUGHING.

TG: chuckle up it only gets worse from here

===

CG: BE HONEST WITH ME. DID FONDLING MY SHIRT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET EVEN DO ANYTHING?

TG: barely but yknow sometimes you just gotta deal the cards youre given

TG: ill just be astigmatic for a while its cool

CG: PFF… OKAY MAN.

[pathologicalreid]

mirrorball | s.r.

in which coping with Emily's return leads to tension between JJ and you, her sister, and Spencer, her best friend. it just ends up pushing the two of you closer together.

jareau!reader masterlist

who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: angst (hurt/comfort) content warnings: takes place during the events of 7x2 "proof", spencer's addiction, suicide, idiots in love word count: 2.92k a/n: happy memorial day 😎 have a fanfic, as a little treat

Durant, Oklahoma

Your sister had spoken to you ad nauseam about Spencer lashing out at her, which probably explained the way your heart rate spiked when you saw her approach Spencer in the conference room. Glancing over your shoulder, you flashed a concerned look at Emily, who had desperately been trying to smooth things over with the team since her rise from death.

“Spence,” JJ called, the nickname she’d started using when the two of them were kindred spirits and nothing more. “Look, we gotta talk about this,” she said, shaking her head in disbelief that he was acting out at work.

You weren’t surprised, though. Spencer had been holding in a lot of resentment since Emily returned from Paris and JJ left the Pentagon, and he’d been confiding in you. “I don’t want to talk about it,” Spencer answered, grabbing a file from the table and quickly flipping through it.

He wouldn’t, not at work and not in front of so many people. He’d withhold his real emotions until the sun went down, and once it was you and him in his bedroom—him lying to the team and you lying to your boyfriend—he’d talk about it until the sun rose. “I get it, okay? You’re disappointed with the way we handled Emily.” You tried to step forward, to stomp out the fire before it had a chance to ignite, but an arm reached out. Derek pulled you back, wanting to cause less of a scene.

“Listen, I have a lot going on, alright?” He said, abstaining from meeting her eyes and instead focusing on the folder in his hands. Spencer was right, the team was in the middle of a case, but you knew JJ would have a hard time working if she didn’t resolve her issues with Spencer.

She frowned, adjusting her stance like she was getting ready for a fight. “You know what I think it is?”

Exasperated, Spencer sighed, looking up at your sister expectantly, “What?” His voice was sharp, bitterness tinging his tone.

“You’re mad that Hotch and I controlled our micro-expressions at the hospital, and you weren’t able to detect our deception.” Her guess was as good as a nail in a coffin. She was making an entirely human issue about Spencer’s intelligence because that’s all he’d ever be to her—187.

He swallowed thickly, Adam’s apple bobbing as he stared your sister down with hurt, brown eyes. “You think it’s about my profiling skills?” He asked, bordering on tearful before he regained his composure, “Jennifer, listen, the only reason that you were able to manage my perceptions is because I trusted you. I came to your house for ten weeks in a row, crying over losing a friend, and not once did you have the decency to tell me the truth.”

Red rimmed your sister’s baby blue eyes as devastation sunk in, “I couldn’t.” The words were forced out of her mouth, her voice constricted by emotion.

“You couldn’t? Or you wouldn’t?” Spencer challenged, tilting his head at her in the same way he did when he was cajoling an UnSub.

You walked forward again, this time uninterrupted, so you could hear the two of them better. “No,” JJ insisted, “I couldn’t.”

Spencer didn’t look surprised. “What if I started taking Dilaudid again? Would you have let me?”

JJ faltered, her head tipping back slightly before she poked it forward, “You didn’t.”

“Yeah,” he conceded, “But I thought about it.” The worst part of it was that he wasn’t lying, and when he needed someone to tell him the truth, you’d been the one there to pick up the pieces. The one to beg him to tell you where he’d put the vials so you could properly dispose of them.

One look at her and you knew Spencer had cracked your sister’s armor, the same way yours had that night, with his head in your lap as you begged him to sleep so he wouldn’t continue to yearn for the dreams that had nearly killed him years ago. “Spence,” she said, her voice breathy with shock. “I’m sorry.”

Spencer put his hands up in surrender, stepping away from her, his back facing you. “It’s too late, alright?”

Behind his back, your eyes met JJ’s. She silently pleaded with you to say something in support of her, but instead, you stayed silent while Spencer stalked away and Emily called after him. Your sister’s glare instinctively narrowed, frowning at your refusal to take her side, but if there was anything you learned from your time as her sister, you never wanted to be in between her feuds. 

Emily faltered, thinking about following after Spencer but deciding against it, nearly tripping over her own feet when she resolved herself to stay behind. Her brown eyes found you in the chaos of her indecision, asking you to go after him, and instead, you walked to the conference room where your sister was licking her wounds. “I can’t believe him,” she muttered under her breath, fingertips trembling as she tried to grab a stack of papers from the table. 

You could. You’d seen him like this before, right after JJ had told you Emily was dead. He was hurting, and he tended to lash out when he felt vulnerable. Now this, this convoluted reciprocal grief where he—and the rest of you—were no longer mourning the loss of your friend, but the versions of yourselves that had spent six months coping with Emily’s death, only to find that she had been alive the whole time. 

On the jet, on the way to Oklahoma, you’d observed her in discreet silence, wondering what her life had looked like during that brief intermission. Had she gone to explore in Paris? Watching the twinkling lights of the Eiffel Tower while you were barely holding yourselves together. 

It wasn’t unlike yourself to push aside your own grief for the sake of someone else’s, you vaguely remember doing it when your oldest sister passed away. What a heavy burden it was, to be four years old and taking responsibility for every smile that came around in that old house. You tried now, to be someone else, setting a gentle hand on JJ’s shoulder and whispering, “It’s been hard for him. It’s one of those things where you just never know what someone else is going through.” 

You’d selected your words carefully, concerning yourself with the secrets you’d kept from your sister, protecting yourself and Spencer while trying to reassure her. You clipped the wire to a ticking time bomb, and you’d chosen the wrong one. “That’s rich, coming from you,” JJ responded, setting her jaw and looking at you expectantly. 

Forgetting yourself for a moment, you flinched back at her words as surely as she’d struck you across the face. Slowly, you looked around to see if any of your other team members had heard what she said, just to find them all still lingering by the evidence boards. 

Desperately, you found yourself staring at Hotch, parting your lips to explain your departure, but he already knew. He nodded at you once, giving you the okay to follow after Spencer, so that’s exactly what you did. Emily’s hand skimmed over your shoulders as you pointedly refrained from looking back at your sister before walking out the front door of the precinct. 

The brightness of the sun stung your eyes as you searched the parking lot, looking for Spencer before your eyes caught him, getting into the driver’s seat of one of the SUVs before starting the car. Swallowing the distaste that your sister had left in your mouth, you jogged over to the black car, opening the door and swinging yourself into the passenger seat. “Where are we going?” 

“What?” He asked, looking at you in disbelief, shocked that you had followed him into the parking lot. 

You shrugged, pulling the seat belt over your shoulder and clicking it, “There’s a park just down the road. We could go there for a little while—get some fresh air,” you offered, pointing to the left of the precinct toward the park you’d seen on your way in. 

Silently, Spencer considered your offer and put the car in reverse, pulling out of the parking lot and following your directions to the park. 

Neither of you moved to get out of the car once it was stationary. Spencer ducked his head down, digging the heels of his palms into his eyes. “Hey,” you spoke softly now, unbuckling your seatbelt and tilting your head to the side in concern. “Do you have a migraine?” 

He shook his head, mumbling something unintelligible from behind his hands before dragging them down his face, “Did you know?”

You frowned for a moment, wondering what he was asking while you unscrambled the thoughts in your mind. He was asking if you had known about Emily. If you had known the whole time he was breaking down that Emily was still alive. If you were another name he needed to add to his list of betrayers. “No,” you assured him. “I had no idea.”

Thankfully, he believed you, nodding while seemingly melting back into the driver’s seat before looking out at the playground. School was still in session, so the playground was mostly abandoned, save for a few toddlers running about. “I went to her house for ten weeks straight before… that night. She never told me anything other than how sorry she was.” 

Trying to ignore the way he stumbled over his memory of that night, you nodded, commiserating with him. After the night in question, he’d resorted to coming to you for anything he needed, the life preserver in the middle of the sea of grief that he had practically begged your sister to throw. You weren’t interested in a conversation regarding who was right and who was wrong. You knew how Spencer’s brain worked well enough to know that this wasn’t about moral philosophy, it was about how JJ left Spencer to drown when he needed her most. 

Part of you had tried to forget the night you’d gone to his apartment, convincing his neighbor to buzz you in and picking the lock to his front door before getting into a screaming match with him. A fight that had ended with his head in your lap, combing your fingers through his hair while you whispered reassuring things. Telling him childhood stories about you and JJ, a funny story about something Henry had done—anything it took to get his mind off of his grief and away from the drug that he so desperately craved.

He never intended to use his addiction as a weapon, but at some point in his time as an addict, his brain had crossed its wires. It was common for addicts, and maybe it was because you’d never known Spencer before that became part of him, but it seemed like you were able to wrap your mind around it in ways that no one else on the team could. 

“Thank you for coming after me,” Spencer said after the extended silence, reaching out for your hand before thinking better of it and returning his hand to his lap.

Your chest ached at his choice, but you understood why he’d made it. Everything about your friendship had become so convoluted, but the two of you never crossed that bridge. “I had to get out of there too,” you admitted, your eyes burning with the promise of tears, giving you the excuse to cross your arms across your chest. 

Spencer cocked his head to you, “What do you mean? What happened?” 

“Uh,” you faltered over your words, “I tried to defend you to JJ, and she… didn’t like it.” 

Across the center console from you, Spencer set his jaw, “What did she say to you?” He asked with a curiosity so genuine you wouldn’t believe it if it were coming from anyone else. 

Skipping some of the words, you picked at the skin around your nails, “How much do you know about Roslyn?” Even her name burned at your throat, vague memories of someone who shared your genes scratched at you, leaving your voice hoarse. 

“Just how she died,” Spencer admitted, unbuckling his seatbelt and turning so he could face you better. 

You frowned, avoiding his eyes at all costs, “JJ blames me for her death.” 

Though you couldn’t see him, you heard Spencer struggling with the information that you’d just given to him. He shifted uncomfortably on the seat and did the mental math in his head, “You were only four when she died. You couldn’t have caused her suicide.” 

Nodding, you spared a quick look at him, but the sympathy in his eyes was too much to bear in the confines of the car. Scrambling for the door handle, you opened the door to the car and nearly fell out, sitting yourself on the curb so you could feel the wind prick at your skin. “JJ calls me Ducky because it’s a nickname that Ros gave to me,” you explained once he came around the back of the SUV. 

“You don’t need to explain,” He tried to offer. Selfishly, you wanted him to know. You wanted him to understand you better, offering a piece of yourself that no one outside of your immediate family had. You knew Spencer would take that piece and hold it close to his heart, treating it better than anyone else ever had. 

You took a deep, trembling breath, “When I was learning how to walk, I did more of a waddle, and Ros said I looked like a little duck. She used to come to the elementary school when I was in kindergarten and walk home with me, because the kids had bullied me so badly on the bus that I was petrified of ever getting back on.” You laughed in slight disbelief, “I didn’t even ask her, she just offered to walk me home. She always stayed after the high school got out and met me in front of my school.” 

It was innocent, really, when she called out my nickname to get my attention so we could walk home, but some other kids had overheard her. The next day, we were doing a craft in school, and this one kid—Peter Fuller—dumped a bunch of glue and feathers on my seat when I got up to get a colored pencil. I sat in it, and they all stuck to me. I still remember the way it felt to have everyone point and laugh at me.” You wiped a few stray tears from your cheeks. “My mom picked me up and helped me pull the feathers off of me, but the skirt was a goner. When Ros got home, I yelled at her. I told her I hated her and that she was a bad sister, and the next day…” 

Spencer opened his mouth to speak, but you interrupted him, “JJ found her in the bathroom. She’d slit her wrists with our father’s razor blades.” You hugged yourself tightly, “Jennifer told dad what I had said, and he was the first one to blame me. She just followed suit. We’ve gotten past it, mostly, but sometimes things get ugly between us and that’s always the first shot to be fired.” 

“It’s a defense mechanism,” Spencer said, lowering himself down to the curb, sitting next to you. “She hits where it hurts because she feels like her walls are down.” 

You nodded weakly, “I know. That’s why she always goes for Ros. That’s why she went for your profiling skills.” 

“Doesn’t that bother you?” Spencer asked innocently, trying to gain insight on your sister through you. “That she can’t be confronted without returning fire?” 

Thinking about it for a moment, you shrugged, looking at him through teary eyes, “It never changes the fact that she’s my sister. We promised each other a long time ago that we’d never let anything get in between us, so, I don’t think there’s any secret we couldn’t come back from.” You watched him stand up from the curb, holding a hand out for you to take. “She’ll apologize to you in a few days, you just have to wait her out,” you told him as he pulled you to your feet. 

You looked up at him, curiously gazing into his brown eyes, he murmured, “I’m glad it’s not just me under fire.” 

Nodding, you swallowed thickly before responding to him, “I’ll always be here when you’re under siege.” You noticed the way his eyes were studying your face, “Spencer,” you whispered, “I’m—“

“How’s Garrett?” He asked abruptly, inquiring about your boyfriend unprompted, watching your facial expressions for an answer before you even opened your mouth. 

You pursed your lips thoughtfully while he took a step away from you, mindfully putting space between the two of you. “He’s okay, he asked me to move in with him, but I’m—“ 

“You should do it,” he interrupted you again, putting his hands in his pockets before rounding the car. “We should get back to the precinct,” he said, turning the key in the ignition before you could even comprehend what had just happened. 

I’m confused was what you had intended to say to him, and now you were leaving with more questions than you had arrived with. Blinding pawing at the door handle while you prepared yourself for the silent car ride back to work.

"I think I want to be in love with you, but I don't know how." — Angela Carter

[transformers-spike]

Decepticons would be so jealous over their humans vibrator, if they ever caught them using it, if Shockwave didn't make one for them he's already destroying it and self commissioning a new one cause how dare you betray them like this!!! You want something that vibrates? Their servo can do that you don't need a measley human machine to please yourself, just ask them. Knockout would be the worst jerk about it while not wanting to admit how attached he is to his fleshie human and probably break it while their asleep so they HAVE to come to him for pleasure.

Human & Knockout: *looking down at the broken vibrator very clearly pummeled and broken no way a vibrator should break.*

Knockout: Well, guess you used it too hard human, guess you'll have to ask me to please you now *cue devious smirk*

LMAO THESE PETTY BITCHES Shockwave, Knock Out, Megatron and Starscream are horrible when it comes to your vibrator. Like they're so desperate for you they can't even act like the grown ass adults they are and take the L Breakdown would be jealous but would have the decency to leave your poor vibrator alone, while Dreadwing respects your personal boundaries. Don't trust Airachnid tho, she'll bind you and dial the max setting on that thing I'm screaming because all I can think of is the human going

after Knock Out pulls this shit. Megatron is probably the worst because his solution to the situation is keeping you around 24/7. So if you want to be pleasured, he's your best bet. Megan, please, your spike's destroying my insides, I need medical help asap

[rekino2114]

!!SPOILER WARNING!! Sooooo, uhh, CSM chapter 195 has come out, and we have met Death! And she’s just a softie schoolgirl! Honestly I like her design. Scruffy tangled hair, pure white hair, (headcannon) green horseman-eyes! Not to mention she seems adorable! I don’t have chapter 196 yet, so I’m unsure if more of her has been revealed, or if her name has even been revealed, but I was wondering if you would make prediction headcannons of Death x Male Reader. How do you think she’d be in a relationship with us?

Real fami relationship headcanons

A/n:Doing this request after the reveal is really funny to me. It's like looking in the past but i guess that's one of the pros about doing requests like two months after they're asked also I hope you don't mind I just took your headcanon and made it mine as well

You're incredibly important to fami, she tells you that a lot, but sometimes you don't realize just how important you are to her

Not only are you one of the very few people who actually treat her nicely, with decency and respect and most importantly with love but you also just completely changed her and her life for the better. You took her when she didn't know what to do with her existence and gave her a new goal purpose: to love you and spend the rest of her life with you

This girl is so insanely anxious about everything and especially your relationship. If you thought kobeni and asa were bad, you've seen nothing yet. You could forget to send her a good night text once, and she'll be calling you so many times during the night until you answer crying her eyes out and begging you not to break up and apologizing for whatever she did wrong

She genuinely believes she is so out of your league and that you'll break up with her the moment she does something you don't like, so she's willing to do whatever it takes to make you happy (usually failing miserably) when you told her everything you needed to be happy was just her love she genuinely cried..........more than usual

She constantly asks her sisters for dating advice, death especially (they made up after the whole identity theft attempted murder thing) which often doesn't result in anything cause she also has no idea how the whole dating thing works (she's basically winging her own relationship with little to no knowledge on human stuff)

Fami is incredibly clingy and cannot go like a day without physical affection. If you don't hug her or kiss her for a while, she'll start visibly shaking and overthinking about the hundreds of reasons why you could be upset with her, a simple kiss cheek will calm her down though.....mostly (also just to clarify she's not like angel devil she can turn her powers on and off so handholding and touching is completely safe....which she's very thankful for cause she genuinely couldn't handle if she hurt you)

She's actually very protective of you, it seems like her idea about saving you and humanity slowly transformed into a need to actually save you and protect you from devils, even If she doesn't look like it she is really strong and a horseman so she can easily take care of devils who hurt you and the idea of protecting you means a lot to her

Please praise her she needs someone to tell her she's doing a good job so bad. This girl is literally the dictionary definition of girlfailure and fails at almost everything she does so it would mean the world to her if her boyfriend helped her and told her she was doing great (also give her headpats her hair is really fluffy)

Now that she met you fami doesn't think she could live without you, you helped her understand that her idea of salvation was wrong and to teach her love, which quickly became her favorite emotion to feel. Fami loves you so much and being your girlfriend is the most fulfilling role she could have, she just wants to spend eternity with her loving boyfriend now.

[eriace]

revved up hearts ; chuuya nakahara

oneshot & fluff ↪ in which chuuya’s soft-spoken biker girlfriend, y/n asks him to show off with his gravity tricks after a ride—right after he almost punches a creep for staring at her too long. ↷ chuuya nakahara ; bungou stray dogs (requested by @stellas-starry-sillies13)

author's note: hii omg, i accidentally deleted your other request connected to the event <(＿　＿)> just request it again, hehe sorry!

THE SUN DIPPED low in the sky, golden light bathing the winding mountain road in orange and amber hues.

Two engines purred in rhythm—yours and Chuuya’s—cutting through the breeze like a perfect duet. He was just ahead, his familiar crimson coat fluttering as he glanced in the mirror to check if you were still behind him.

You were.

Helmet on, eyes focused, soft cheeks peeking out from beneath the visor—shy, sweet, and the most badass rider he'd ever met. And for some ungodly reason, you were his.

He swore he’d never get used to that.

You reached the next pit stop just off the overlook, the view of the city stretching far and wide beneath you.

Chuuya cut his engine, helmet tucked under one arm as he leaned against his bike. You pulled in next to him, slightly breathless, cheeks pink.

"You okay, sweetheart?" he asked, stepping toward you as you lifted your helmet.

You nodded quickly, brushing back your hair. "Mhm! that last curve was sharp, but fun."

He gave you that familiar smirk—the one he used when he was proud but also slightly worried. "Told you this route was your kind of thrill."

But then his smile faded.

Because a man leaning against a nearby vending machine wasn’t being subtle about staring.

Not at the bikes.

At you.

And not in the admiring your cool ride way. No, this guy was giving you that lingering look—the kind Chuuya hated. His jaw ticked.

You didn’t even notice it, really. You were too busy pulling out your water bottle and talking softly about the breeze.

The guy took a step closer.

“Hey.” Chuuya’s voice dropped like a loaded gun. “Keep walking.”

The man blinked. “I wasn’t—”

“i said—" he took a threatening step forward, "...walk."

One glare. That was all it took.

The man backed off immediately, muttering something about crazy short guys under his breath—but loud enough.

Chuuya’s fists clenched.

You gently tugged on his sleeve.

"Hey… let’s just ignore him." your voice was soft, almost unsure.

Chuuya looked at you—and melted. Just like that.

"Tch. Fine. Only 'cause you asked." He muttered, raking a hand through his hair. "But next time, I won’t be nice about it."

You smiled shyly, hugging your helmet to your chest. "…thank you."

He glanced at you again, cheeks faintly red. “You don’t gotta thank me for basic human decency.”

Then you peeked up at him with this spark in your eyes—a gleam of mischief and awe.

"Hey, um… can I ask something kinda dumb?"

He blinked. "Sure. Shoot."

You stepped a little closer, twiddling your fingers. "Could you… do some tricks with your gravity? Like… something cool on your bike? It's okay if you don’t want to! I just… you always look so amazing when you use your ability, and I think it’d be fun to watch up close…"

Chuuya blinked once.

Twice.

Then smirked, full and cocky.

"You wanna see me show off, huh?"

You blushed furiously. "N-not like that—!"

"Too late." He winked. "You asked for it."

With a graceful hop, Chuuya swung back onto his bike. He adjusted his gloves, cracked his neck, and activated his ability with a faint red glow humming beneath him.

You watched, jaw half-dropped.

He didn’t just ride.

He hovered.

The bike floated, slowly at first—then he zipped off the edge of the overlook and soared in a controlled arc over the road, spinning midair before landing in a perfect slide just a few feet from where you stood.

You clapped. Audibly.

"THAT WAS AMAZING—!"

Chuuya chuckled, rolling back over, clearly smug. "Yeah? Guess I’ve still got it."

You reached for his hand as he came to a stop beside you, eyes wide and starry. "Chuuya, that was so cool, I can't believe you—"

He kissed your forehead, all warm and casual.

"Anything for my girl."

You turned red to your ears.

And when you finally rode off together again, your smile behind your helmet was just as blinding as his red glow had been.

© eriace ;; don’t repost my works.

[manikas-whims]

Something to note between MC’s First Encounter with Xavier Vs her First Encounter with Sylus

MC met both of them as complete strangers but was only afraid of one. Was suspicious of both of them but could still resonate with one but not the other. Guess why?

The biggest difference is their respective titles.

When MC met Xavier for the first time, he was a stranger napping in an abandoned warehouse. He was this “suspicious guy in a deepspace hunter uniform” but in no time, MC was able to adapt to his rather aloof attitude and work with him.

But with Sylus, she was already informed that there's this fearsome leader of this bad organization called Onychinus. She was already warned of Sylus being an awful and scary person. And as such, her mind and body involuntarily had a sort of scared and repulsed reaction towards him.

With Xavier, she was suspicious and unconvinced of his behaviour and actions but despite that presence of a Deepspace Hunter’s uniform as well as the lack of any other info on him, allowed MC’s mind to fill in the gaps however she pleased. And as humans, it's a very humane thing to want to trust a stranger. To believe that the unknown person in front of us is as capable of kindness as we are. As such, when Xavier took her hand and placed it upon his chest, MC was able to trust him in the moment and resonate with him.

However, with Sylus, the knowledge of his position as the leader of Onichynus and him keeping her captive for 3 days (it was 3 right?), overshadowed any other acts of decency. This caused her mind to fill in the gaps but only perceive him as a horrible person incapable of any good. And therefore, the perception paired with Sylus forcing (not asking) her to resonate with him, led to her being unable to trust him for a while and further led to her being unable to resonate with him.

just a tiny lil observation..i’m sure it's nothing groundbreaking and many might've noticed..but i just wanted to ramble..

[mulletmitsuya]

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Warnings: swearing, the topic of sex is brought up a lot, mentions of the r word (i don't actually say it i just say "r word"), gayness, mentions of depression, mentions of suicide, teenage boys. also snuck in a lot of personal headcanons so that might not be your thing

Desc: Mikey lost his V-card

Mikey: just had the sex

Mikey: it's not all that, tbh

Mikey: i didn't like it

Mikey: i was quite indifferent to the situation actually

Mitsuya: that's great 👍

Smiley: you're the last one to lose your v-card and you come back with a report like this?😒

Smiley: we want details

Draken: whose we?

Mitsuya: no we don't

Chifuyu: it must have been difficult tackling the whole issue with you being 5'3 and all

Mikey: you're an inch taller than me😐

Chifuyu: "taller" being the key word

Baji: what didn't you like about the sex?

Baji: i think sex is great

Kazutora: i think it's super nice until you get in over your head and freak out about your performance so you end up having a panic attack and she just leaves

Smiley: LMAOOOOOO

Draken: that's actually kinda sad, you good?

Kazutora: no? i'll never emotionally recover. never again

Baji: maybe it should be with someone you trust and have been friends with for a number of years. maybe even your best friend who would do anything for you. that's just my opinion tho

Draken: just tell him ffs. anything but this

Kazutora: i have no girl friends?? the only women i know who're affiliated with this friendgroup are hina (taken), emma (mikey's sister and also taken), and yuzuha (gay)

Baji: why does it have to be a girl

Mikey: bro

Hakkai: 💀

Smiley: mention homosexuality once and here Hakkai comes

Hakkai: 😐

Kazutora: Baji i know you're gay and i support your lgbtq+ lifestyle but i'm not into dicks like you are man

Baji: what about assholes

Mitsuya: what's the point of this, like just ask him out atp

Mikey: you'd let KAZUTORA top???? insane

Kazutora: what's wrong with me topping? also who am i topping??

Smiley: well you're a twink so you're obviously a bottom

Chifuyu: Kazutora are you actually just gonna ignore what everyone else is saying

Kazutora: aren't you guys talking to Baji?

Draken: are you stupid or what

Kazutora: i'm really confused rn can we just to back to talking about Mikey

Mikey: yes actually. i've decided that i don't like sex and won't be doing it again

Chifuyu: bad day for Takemitchy

Takemitchy: what?

Chifuyu: well since you ride his dick so much

Takemitchy: HUH

Takemitchy: i've never done that with Mikey-kun tho??? i'm with Hina? also I'm straight so I don't understand what you mean by that 😥

Chifuyu: i don't actually mean-

Chifuyu: nvm

Baji: are we allowed to call people the r word anymore

Angry: no it's a slur

Baji: you're probably mad because people said it to you huh? lmao

Angry: yes

Baji: oh

Smiley: i didn't even mean it Angry it was just that one time

Angry: several, one times. but okay

Angry: i still love you

Smiley: can you not say that in front of our friends like idk what to do rn cause i can't say it back so it looks embarssing for you

Angry: 😕

Smiley: ...

Angry: ☹️

Smiley: i love you too

Angry: thank you

Chifuyu: very rare Smiley human decency moment

Draken: you guys are such weird siblings but that was great to watch. character development in a matter of seconds

Smiley: you should all kill yourselves

Mikey: man i really want to

Mikey: that was a literal joke before you guys get weird

Draken: you've actively tried to kill yourself tho

Mikey: yeah but like i won't do it anymore

Baji: we must just, believe you?

Mikey: i know that's hard to do because i lie all the time but yes

Draken: not a convincing argument but nice try

Mitsuya: terrible try actually. Mikey should we be worried?

Mikey: miss me with that gay shit, i'm fine

Mitsuya: i hate you guys so much

Draken: not me tho cause i'm your og

Mitsuya: 😐

Mitsuya: yeah i guess

Draken: 🤞

Draken: i'm gonna go out with my girlfriend now

Draken: also Mikey you're probably asexual. or you haven't found the right one to do it with yet idk

Mikey: what's asexual

Draken: google it

Mikey: Ken-chin c'mon i'm having a crisis rn

Draken: basically low or very little sexual attraction to others

Draken: there's a whole spectrum to it tho so you should probably do some research because that was an extremely watered down explanation

Draken: i'm ace too if that helps

Baji: Emma's a whole ass slut so how does she deal with that

Smiley: imagine bagging Ryuguji Ken with his sexy ass and he doesn't wanna smash. tragic

Draken: first of all, Baji i'll fucking kill you, never say that about Emma again

Draken: and fuck you Smiley

Angry: are you traumatized because of living in a sex orientated/obsessed environment so you eventually began to detest any affiliation with the act?

Draken: yes actually

Angry: i see

Mikey: i just don't like it. i'm not traumatized like Ken-chin :(

Draken: it's whatever

Baji: calm down i didn't call Emma a slut as an insult i just mean it as a describing word because she likes fucking

Baji: i've known her longer than you and she's been fucking since she knew what the thing was

Mikey: i probably should have addressed that as an older brother or something

Mikey: yk, cause i take care of my family

Baji: now she takes care of you with your chronically depressed ass

Mikey: 😒

Kazutora: is Emma also traumatized? like the opposite of Draken?

Mikey: wait should i ask?? her mom did abandon her and she did grow up without a father figure so like maybe i should talk to her

Smiley: you didn't have to dish out her problems like that 💀

Baji: she's got the Sano slut genes because wasn't Shinichiro falling in love with different people everyday? then your dad was impregnating people all the time. skipped Mikey tho

Draken: not everything is trauma related. also Emma just likes sex. it's not a huge deal breaker and if it was she would tell me and we'd talk about it

Mikey: what about having kids?

Draken: stop asking me this shit we'll do that when we're ready

Smiley: it's crazy how Draken is one of the healthiest people here. always reacting sensibly to situations and dealing with his trauma normally. he's such a good guy. hate him

Draken: love you too

Mikey: did he deal with it all that healthily if he beats people to a pulp most of the time

Draken: i stopped doing that

Baji: why though, you were an actual unit

Baji: wasted talent. i still beat people up

Draken: Emma said to

Mikey: fair

Smiley: Mitsuya could be on Draken's level too but something went wrong along the way cause he's a boy liker

Mitsuya: 🖕

[lsd-astronaut]

A Hobbit's Guide to Court Someone (Merry Brandybuck x Fem!Human!Reader)

Summary: Meriadoc Brandybuck has fallen irredeemably in love. It shouldn't be that hard to confess, right?

Purely indulging myself at this point with these stupid fics lmfao if you like it and want to see more, requests are open! Refer to the pinned post for the character list and the rules

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Post-writing edit: This is so long omg😭😭😭I cooked a bit too hard but I'm actually so proud of it. Yes, Merry, is a bit stupid in it, but we like an idiot in love

Couldn't bear to separate them but this is not a Pippin fic sorry guys he does appear tho!

Love. Such a beautiful word, that encompassed almost every other feeling. There existed as many interpretations of the concept as visible stars in the sky of the Shire. For one Meriadoc Brandybuck, love was not in his list of topmost priorities, nor he felt like it was something that truly suited him. This was not born from insecurity, he claimed, but simply out of convenience. Life was much more than 'tying the knot' as he so crashly put it. He still had some years of fooling around before he definitely had to inherit his father's position as Master of Buckland, and then he would just get together with whoever he saw first, his worry as nonexistent as that.

It all changed on the year 3018 of the Third Age, when his cousin Frodo just had to inherit a cursed ring that also acted as a weapon of mass destruction. But the gods be damned if he wouldn't help him.

Thirteen months and a destroyed ring later, he would say they have done a pretty good job at avoiding the global catastrophe of all time. Yes, the only victims had been his burnt arm, and Frodo's psyche being stretched out to its absolute limits, but it was nothing some rest in the Shire and a certain blonde hobbit that refused to leave his side no matter who complained couldn't heal somewhat.

And this is exactly when everything changed for one Meriadoc Brandybuck. All in all, it should have been a normal day in the Houses of Healing; his arm just needed the weekly checkup, a routine he had grown accustomed to and was also fairly insensitivized to. How could he have guessed that Éowyn's excited shout was a premonition of what was to come?

"By the gods! You're here finally! What took you so long?"

A giggle made Merry's ears perk up and he unconsciously turned a bit to concentrate on that unknown voice.

"The roads to Minas Tirith are in disrepair, so close we are still to the war, and our caravan stopped in every settlement along the way so we could help the survivors as much as it was possible."

"A noble endeavour, indeed." Éowyn smiled. "It is in your personality, after all. It shouldn't surprise me. But you're here now for good, aren't you?"

A bump on Merry's good shoulder made him break out of his reverie and he turned to look at the cause, which was looking at him with raised eyebrows.

"Are you even listening to me?" His younger cousin, Pippin, knew the answer before he could even open his mouth and shook his head. Any possible retort was rendered useless when the curtain to their section was pulled aside and the most beautiful person he had ever seen appeared on the makeshift threshold.

"Oh!" You smiled with a little surprise. "I had the impression I was only to treat one patient. Which one of you it is, then? Or perhaps it is a parent?"

Pippin had the gall to laugh at the human's words while Merry could do nothing but blush furiously as he noted that the gentle voice matched your appearance almost exactly.

"My name is Peregrin Took, and this is Meriadoc Brandybuck, my cousin. I'm afraid this is the most we'll grow, and even by hobbit standards we're extremely tall."

At least you had the decency to look embarrassed after the correction. There had been so many Big Folk who had just laughed at them and continued on to treat them like the children they looked like.

"My most sincere apologies if I have offended you, Master Hobbits. I must admit I had never met your kind, so I didn't know what it is that you look like. The feet should have been a clear indicator."

Once again, Pippin laughed but even Merry could notice the tinge of embarrassment that was hinted in his voice; hobbits had a lot of pride in their feet, and even some did intricate braids on their hair that even surpassed the skill of dwarves, although this was something said when the night had advanced and ale ran as easy as water. Still, for someone to so blatantly refer to others' feet was seen as scandalous at best and offensive at worst. Aragorn had known about this, having met Bilbo all those years ago, but it was no wonder other Big Folk didn't.

Clearing his throat, Pippin broke the tension and pointed at Merry. "He is the one with the wound. I was just here to give him some conversation."

You nodded with a smile. "A most effective strategy. Talking with someone is a good way to distract them from pain of any kind."

Walking toward the box with the supplies, you didn't notice the scowl Merry directed at his cousin, and the subsequent teasing grin from Pippin. Once you had grabbed everything you needed, you lifted the hobbit's sleeve and started prodding gently along the burns' outline. A sudden intake of breath made you look up.

"Did I hurt you?" Merry shook his head vehemently and swallowed, not daring to make eye contact with you. Humming in doubtful agreement, you continued with your ministrations. "Should I believe Éowyn about the cause of these burns?"

"Depends on what she said." The blonde hobbit's voice was a bit strained, but he cleared his throat to hide it.

"Oh, nothing, just that you saved her from being killed in battle by a certain Witch King." At his slight nod, you smiled gratefully. "She has been my best friend since we were little kids. Alright, all done!"

Merry looked down at his right arm, which was now covered completely by bandages. Something had been pressed at certain spots that ranged from his shoulder to his hand; a poultice, most likely. It was working, though, for he felt the coolness seeping in his abused skin, but it was a gentle thing, not like the freezing that pierced his nerves every now and then.

"If the bandages irritate your skin, or start itching, come back. I should not tell you that scratching is completely out of the question, right?" Merry nodded like an idiot. Your voice and presence had just that effect on him, and he had only met you for less than ten minutes.

With a satisfied grin at his understanding, you closed your supply box and stood up. "It was a pleasure to meet both of you, Peregrin and Meriadoc." And off you were.

Merry shook his head and looked down at his hands. A most unusual scoff sounded from his side.

"What is wrong with you?"

"Alright, so let me get this straight. You met someone and want to court her, yet you haven't spoken more than two sentences with her?"

"Aye, it was more like one sentence." Ignoring Merry's glare, Pippin continued. "You had to be there, it was really pathetic."

Sam nodded and sipped from his cup of ale. Honestly, he was more than used to Merry's and Pippin's shenanigans. But this? This exceeded even his wildest expectations. From Pippin he would have expected it, but Merry was supposed to be the mature one of the two. Now, love had its ways to make even the most logical person lose all their wits, and not even him had been left out, his love for Frodo a proof of it. So, Merry couldn't be faulted at all.

"You have to help me." Merry looked desperate, and Sam felt sorry for him.

"I understand, but nothing I tell you will work out if you can't even talk with her."

"I can talk to her." Sam raised his eyebrow, and Pippin muffled a snort in his own cup. "Okay, maybe she makes me a bit nervous, but I can definitely talk to her."

With a sigh, Sam looked up to the ceiling, gathering his thoughts. After some seconds, he looked at the two hobbits in front of him. Throwing back the last of the ale, he slammed the cup on the table and stood up.

"Alright, I'll help you. But you have to do exactly as I tell you."

The first thing that Sam had proposed was flowers. Everyone liked flowers, and Big Folk women were surely no exception. Having been helped by an amused Faramir who had given them access to the library, the three hobbits had created a bouquet that would have been the envy of everyone in the Shire.

Standing as he was now in front of your little study door, Merry was rethinking all his choices up to that moment. The bouquet was clasped in his hands, which clenched with a strength that still was barely enough to hide the trembling in his fingers. With a deep breath, he pressed his lips and knocked. You didn't let him wait for long.

"Hello? Oh, it's you, Meriadoc! I almost couldn't see you behind all those flowers. What brings you here?"

Not trusting himself, he simply thrust the bouquet towards you. With a surprised expression, you held them to your chest. "And what did I do to deserve these? Is it because of your arm? I was just doing my job." The little smile you flashed at him made his legs feel like melting butter. "But still, these are really pretty, and I was in need of some of these for my medicines. Thank you very much, Meriadoc."

You turned around and went to put the flowers on an empty vase by your window. The hobbit gathered his courage and cleared his throat, calling for your attention. But as your eyes met with his, it was like all his bravado had vanished in a puff of smoke. Instead, he only said "My friends call me Merry."

The wide grin you gave him was the final straw, and he turned around and ran out of the room.

"You did not. Tell me you didn't."

Merry just groaned as his head lay on the hard table in the pub they frequented after their daily obligations were completed. No pity was left on the hobbit's face that sat in front of him.

"Do you realize how rude that was? Actually, that isn't even the main problem at all. You couldn't even say anything to her."

"Now, that's not true." Merry lifted his face a bit and glared halfheartedly at Sam. "I did speak to her."

"'My friends call me Merry.' Astounding." Sam's tone was deadpan. "Should we call for a celebration?"

"I wouldn't be opposed to that." Pippin busied himself with his ale as the other two glared at him. "You could always invite her."

His older cousin shook his head. "Sam is right. I can't even string two words together when she is near me. A party would be madness."

Pippin scoffed and gave a pointed look at Merry. "Alright then, I have an idea, seeing as Sam's was not successful."

"Not because of its validity," came the sullen retort. "Should we be worried about it, though?"

The younger hobbit waved his hand dismissively. "Of course not! It's a pretty normal idea, all things considered. Now, you're in the Rohan army, it would not be strange that you got wounded during a drill and you had to go to the Houses of Healing. It doesn't even have to be an actual injury."

Merry mulled it through. He had to give credit to Pippin where it was due. He wouldn't have come with that idea in a million years. Perhaps this could be attributed to a deeply ingrained sense of justice, or more probably, he just didn't feel it right to lie to your face. Yet, was he truly this desperate to seriously consider it?

"I'll give it a try." He ignored Sam's wide eyes. "However, I'll get injured. It has to look real."

"You do you, Merry, just don't get knocked out or you won't get to see her pretty face," Pippin teased.

Putting Pippin's idea to practice hadn't been too hard. A most unexpected motion from Merry that had him positioned perfectly to get the flat of his opponent's blade straight on the face, and he was now sitting on a bed in the Houses of Healing, as you fretted over the bruises on his face. He'd have to give his cousin something as a thank you gift, perhaps a sweet from his favourite bakery.

"Now, how did this happen?" Your worried voice made him come back to reality. Maybe it was the pain that did the trick, for the words came forth with no trouble this time.

"A simple distraction and faulty footwork did it for me."

"Really? I have seen you fight." At his surprised expression, you rushed to explain. "My study's window overlooks the training field, and it's good entertainment when the paperwork is too much. Also, it's quite easy to tell you apart from everyone else."

Merry could only but blush furiously, which was concealed by the big bruise that surely covered his face at this point. That you had been watching him and that your eyes hadn't overlooked him shouldn't make his heart beat as fast as it was doing right now. Alas, these things cannot be controlled.

Your work done, you gave an appraising look that had Merry looking down like a lovesick fool. "If my word is something to be believed, I think that your pretty face will heal up nicely in no time."

Before he could open his mouth, a blonde head appeared on the door and called your name excitedly. You grinned at Éowyn and, after giving Merry the good to go, you walked up to her.

Once again, any possible conversation between you had been interrupted by someone or something. Wait, had you said "pretty face"?

"I can't believe it didn't work. It was actually a great idea!" Pippin was in disbelief after Merry had told them all about the interaction.

"At this point, it has to be your fault," mumbled Sam as he busied himself in peeling an orange. "If you can't talk to her, then nothing we tell you will work."

Merry hated that Sam was right, and bit his lip looking down while wringling his hands. "Perhaps all this was just a sign from the world that this isn't meant to be?"

"Wow, you weren't lying, Sam. He is that infatuated." Frodo chimed in from his bed to which he had been bound for the last weeks or so while he recovered from the whole ordeal of defeating Sauron. "Now, Merry, how about you listen to me? Invite her for a picnic in the prettiest place you know around these parts. Make sure you'll be alone and relaxed. The reason the other ideas didn't work was probably because you were too nervous."

It sounded like a good enough idea. Merry was a bit doubtful of it working, but he was nothing but a stubborn hobbit, and Frodo's proposal ear cuff stared at him in the face as if saying, What do you have to lose?

That you had accepted at all, even after every blundering of his from the last weeks, had surprised him in great measure. For him, it just attested what a big heart you had for everyone around you. And he wanted to get you all for himself? It was selfish, and it made his insides bitter at the sudden realization. Even if you didn't accept his feelings, he still wanted you to spend a nice afternoon.

"Did you make the food?" You smiled at him, as you bit onto a jam-filled pie. Conversation came so easily to you, and you were trying so hard to make him comfortable. Merry felt like an ass that he couldn't even speak or look at you normally. He was trying so hard.

"No," he shook his head. "One of my best friends made it for us."

Revelling in the flavour, you continued eating. "Well then, my congratulations to the chef. This is the best pie I've ever had."

"I'll make sure he knows it."

"You don't cook?" You smiled gently at him as he shook his head with clear embarrassment. "My mother tried to teach me when I was little, but I was more interested in reading my books, so you're not alone in your plight." Merry could feel a knot forming in his throat at your teasing voice. He had done nothing to deserve such trust from you. He did not answer you, instead busying himself with his own portion.

"Merry." Your clear voice cut through the murkiness of his thoughts like a sharpened knife, and he turned to look at you. "Is there something wrong?"

The hobbit shook his head, but you weren't fooled so easily, accustomed as you were to treating all kinds of patients. Frodo was a recurring one, and Merry knew how prone he was to retreating to his own mind when he was having a bad day, so it was no wonder you didn't believe him now.

"Don't lie to me, Merry. What is it?" You tried to look into his eyes, but he hid his gaze, as he was sure there were visible tears threatening to make their escape now. "Is it me?"

At that, Merry's head snapped up and he rushed to shake it when he saw your hurt expression. "No, of course not!" His voice finally came out loud and clear. "It's just that I like you so much that my words fail to come out."

Silence overcame the little picnic spot, only broken by the occasional bird chirping, and the wind rustling the trees around you. What had he just said? Oh, how he wished the ground could swallow him whole right this moment. Wait, you were smiling?

"Finally. It took you so long." You grinned and scooted closer to the gaping hobbit. "I thought you would never do it."

"W-What do you mean?"

"It means that Éowyn told me all about it some weeks ago after Pippin told her."

Merry couldn't believe what he was hearing. He furrowed his eyebrows. "Why didn't you say anything, then?"

"To be honest, I did not believe her when she first told me. But then you brought me that big bouquet of flowers that was twice your size, and it did dawn on me. Speaking of it, did the flowers have any special meaning in particular?"

Merry nodded, still dumbfounded. "Well, it meant 'I love you.'"

"Really?" Your eyes widened and so did your grin. "I'm afraid I only know about the medicinal properties of plants and flowers, and not their other meanings. I'll have to study on it."

"Are you joking?"

You scoffed, but the smile was still present. "Why would I be joking? Now, if I can be honest with you, Merry, I'll confess that my original plan was to leave the Houses of Healing after some days, and continue on my travels. Can you guess the reason of my staying?"

Merry shook his head, and you sighed before leaning forward, and gently grabbing his cheeks, brought your lips to his. The kiss was nothing out of this world from an objective perspective, and Merry had experienced more than he could count throughout his life. Yet, in that moment, he felt like a light was travelling across his body, illuminating even the most hidden nooks and crannies of his being.

After what felt like an eternity, you pulled away, and noises started surrounding him once again, focused as he was on you. A blush covered your face, and you grinned softly.

"Can you guess it now?"

Merry couldn't trust his voice now, and hoped with all his being that by staring at you, his eyes could do the talking for him. It seemed to work, for you laughed and leaned forward again. Now, more prepared, he eagerly returned the kiss.

Oh, love, what a beautiful and tricky feeling.

[femininenachos]

10 years of Clexa kisses (Make America Gay Again edition)

“Look, Lexa, I get that you’re reluctant to resort to underhand tactics but destroying his reputation might be the only way to bring him down. If you haven’t got the stomach for it…”

“I didn’t say that.” Lexa’s jaw tightens. A few seconds elapse then she lets out a long, drawn out sigh. “Whatever I think of his politics or his character, it’s hard not to retain some affection for the man who raised me.”

Lexa places her untouched glass of water on the coffee table. She stares at her lap, adjusting the hem of her skirt.

“He wasn’t always like this.” Her voice is sadder, more subdued when she adds, “After my mother passed away, he changed.” She appears to fold in on herself a little, spine sagging under the weight of this admission. “Not that he was ever an open-minded, tolerant person but he was more… moderate, I suppose. Less entrenched in his views.” A muscle ticks in Lexa’s cheek. “Grief transformed him beyond recognition.”

Clarke is up and moving before it really occurs to her what she’s doing. She sinks into the seat beside Lexa, like her presence, the nearness might bring comfort.

“Part of me always hoped he’d mellow,” Lexa continues. “That eventually he would come around to scientific fact over religious dogma. Or, I don’t know, he’d be swayed by an appeal to his sense of humanity or whatever shred of common decency remains.”

“It’s still possible.”

A wan smile tugs at Lexa’s mouth. “I think we both know that isn’t true.”

There’s a lull.

Until Clarke speaks up. “I lost my Dad when I was seventeen. Natural causes. If you can say that about an outwardly fit and healthy forty-two year old man. He was fine one day and the next,” she puffs out her cheeks and blows out a slow breath, “gone. He suffered a massive myocardial infarction while he was out running. Rare genetic heart disorder. Nobody knew.”

Lexa reels back slightly, brows shooting up. “Genetic…?”

“I got tested. I don’t have it.”

The relief that drains through Lexa’s face is instantaneous, but Clarke refuses to dwell on what it means.

“I’m so sorry, Clarke. Were you close?”

A nod. “We loved watching soccer games and old movies together. We had the same dorky sense of humour and it drove Mom crazy.”

The way Lexa looks at her now, eyes glowing with soft sympathy, makes Clarke’s throat constrict, a hard lump of emotion wedging itself in her esophagus. But she finds the strength to keep going.

“Bereavement affects people in different ways. There’s no timetable, no universal coping mechanism. My Mom—she’s a surgeon—threw herself into work. I hardly saw her for the first six months afterwards. Any time I tried to talk about Dad she shut down, stopped the conversation and left the room. It took her years just to get to the point where she could even mention his name in front of me. We’re in a better place now. We talk. But it was kind of a fraught journey to get there.”

Clarke allows Lexa to process the exposition dump in silence for a moment.

She sighs at last. “I guess what I’m saying is: it’s never too late for personal growth, even for Titus fucking Woods.”

They share a wry glance and the tightness in Clarke’s throat recedes, the band of pressure around her ribs loosening.

“I hope you’re right,” Lexa says, so softly. And there’s something about the brittleness of her smile that tugs at Clarke in a way she can’t explain.

“Would it be too weird if I hugged you?” Seeing the surprise register on Lexa’s features, Clarke quickly backtracks. She waves it off. “Yeah, of course. It’s weird. Stupid question. Never mind.”

“Clarke.”

“Forget I said anything.”

Lexa puts her hand on Clarke’s wrist and, clichéd as it is, Clarke feels a spark shoot up her arm at the touch of their skin.

“I don’t usually—I’m not really one for—” Lexa presses her lips together. She shuts her eyes briefly. Resets and tries again. “If the offer is still open, I think I’d like that hug. Please.”

It’s the thin, strained ‘please’ that gets to Clarke most.

Awkwardness ensues. There’s a bit of logistical trial and error, a wordless negotiation of whose arm goes where, an exchange of sheepish smiles. But as soon as Clarke’s arms wrap around Lexa’s shoulders and she feels Lexa’s hands slide across her back through the fabric of her sweater, it’s like something clicks into place.

The sensations hit her dizzyingly all at once. If she thought Lexa smelled incredible before, it’s overwhelming now. Her hair and her perfume and the scent of her skin. As covertly as possible, Clarke breathes it all in. And it strikes her how warm Lexa is. Warm and soft, despite her thin frame, and Clarke wants to melt into it. Attuned to the pressure of each finger against her spine, she’s hyper aware of every place that they’re touching: chests flush, knees knocking, the soft strands of Lexa’s hair tickling her cheek. Clarke’s chest aches with the urge to pull Lexa tighter against her, to press her nose against Lexa’s throat, to let her mouth—

A light expulsion of air close to her ear sends a tingle rolling down Clarke’s spine. She can’t hide her body’s reaction, can’t prevent the sharp intake of breath. It’s a reflex; beyond her control.

It snaps her out of this haze.

God, what the fuck is she doing?

There isn’t really a graceful way to disengage, especially when Lexa seems reluctant to let go. They both inch back, arms still loosely looped around one another, and Clarke makes the stupid mistake of catching Lexa’s eye.

There’s a moment.

An infinite moment of stillness where neither of them move.

A look on Lexa’s face that shakes Clarke to the core, that causes her stomach to plummet, heat coiling low in her belly. It’s that same hot gleam in Lexa’s eyes that Clarke glimpsed on the train but magnified to the extreme, pupils large and black enough to swallow her whole.

Lexa’s half-lidded gaze keeps flicking between Clarke’s mouth and her eyes.

She can’t remember anyone looking at her with this much thirst.

It makes her head spin.

“Clarke.”

Her name from Lexa’s lips seems like the most loaded word in the English language, a 12-gauge round that obliterates the last of Clarke’s self-control.

She isn’t sure who reaches for the other first, her own hand sliding across Lexa’s jaw as Lexa’s palm cups the back of her neck.

All that matters is that Lexa’s mouth is soft and eager, and she makes a noise that sends a warm flood of excitement through Clarke when she licks inside.

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[giannaln4]

I hate how my inbox is looking right now.

You simply cannot use the “it’s his sixth season and he’s only now fighting for a championship.”

I literally said this on my last post. He didn’t have a winning car until NOW, dude, literally go watch how McLaren have been doing for the last 6 years, please go do it and you tell me if that’s his fault. As much as you want to bring up this debate, Lando, up until last year, was not only the youngest but also the one with less years of F1 experience in his pocket and his teammates STILL could not fight for a championship in that team, why? Because the car was absolute shit.

There is a reason I used the phrase “you can take the car out of the midfield but not the midfield out of the team.”

Now, if you are going out of your way to target Lando and his fans for anything we do you are really miserable. You hate him when he’s happy and you hate him when he’s frustrated. What do you want from him? I posted a little message just talking about how proud I am of him and your first thought is to leave hate? I never said he drove incredible yesterday, I was just talking about the achievements he’s got so far this season instead of talking shit about other teams or drivers and criticising what they are using their platform for.

The hate he gets is truly getting out of hand and the fact that he gets literal d3@th threads is NOT normal. The excuse “he won’t see it” if fucking useless and stupid because guess what, he does, and I can’t imagine how fucking scary it must be, and using an innocent post from a Lando fan to spread hateful words and terrible takes is so weird, get help because seeing these messages pop up in my inbox makes me feel fucking sick.

Anyway I turned off comments and disabled anonymous asks cause some of you lack so much wheel knowledge and human decency, it’s frustrating.

I have like 10 more of these btw, and like two of them at some point say “I’m a fan but-“ no no, please stop right there.

[scuderia-hamilton]

you're saying that Daniel didn't deserve this, but you're still hating on him for that shit he said back in february

make up your mind for fuck's sake

wow okay appreciate you being so civil and nice lmao

just so we’re clear, i’m upset about the principle of this situation cause i hate teams dropping drivers mid-season without warning and treating them like garbage, because they’re all human beings at the end of the day. ultimately they’re all risking their lives weekend after weekend and the teams not having the decency to at least give them a proper goodbye is mad disrespectful.

now that we got this out of the way, the truth is i couldn’t care less about Daniel leaving. it is what it is. i’m not a fan, i never have been and never will be. "that shit" he said back in february was him defending a sexual abuser and i don't know about you, but that's just not something i can easily forget. but what was i expecting from the same man who said that it's "not in his nature" to understand human rights issues and he doesn't watch the news because it's too much drama and negativity and it makes him feel shitty? his next adventure should be teaching weaponized incompetence to beginners.

i can feel bad for him, cause i (unlike him) possess empathy and compassion, along with critical thinking skills. i really tried to refrain from haterism, but i'm honestly so tired of trying to be the bigger person. fans like you (from this visceral reaction, i assume you're a fan) are part of the reason why DR is insufferable and trying to have a nuanced conversation is a lost cause. there is a middle ground between hatred and unquestionable support, i hope you know that.

i don't think he deserved that seat to begin with and i think deep down all of you know that, cause the only thing y'all could come up with to defend him was that he smiled a lot and had a great personality (which is honestly baffling to me, cause his personality is that of a high school bully's, but to each their own, i guess). but y'all are the same people who then turn around and call Checo racial slurs, say that he's washed and call him a pay driver. talk about your driver's skills, let's hear it.

and to make it clear i am over the moon happy for Liam Lawson, cause i think he actually deserves to be in the sport and i am happy that he was the one who replaced him. hating on him also says more about y'all, than him, cause that won't actually bring back your mediocre driver. log off, go out and touch some grass, cause it is never that serious. harassing a young driver who's just trying to do his job and achieve his life long dream over a poorly managed situation he had absolutely no control over is honestly crazy behaviour.

i hope all this is enough for you to know where i stand on this whole thing. if you would've been nice, you would've gotten a nice answer, but since you chose to be an asshole on my own blog, anonymously at that, you get what you came for.

have the day you deserve.

[mattslolita]

you bitches are WEIRD. GROW THE FUCK UP. no way you're supposedly "trying to take up" for rose by going around telling people someone copied her fic ( FALSE BY THE WAY !! ) then you gon sit up and her and say hateful, weird, DISRESPECTFUL shit to her? i'm so heated right now😭. and you pussies wanna stay on anon cause you don't want nobody clocking yo shit well guess what ! i hope you fucking croak cause no way you gon come in my inbox talking bout some "human decency" THEN HAVE THE AUDACITY TO SHIT LIKE THAT. so YES, i'm gonna tell ALL OF YOU WHO DOIN THIS SHIT TO HER, you can FUCKING CROAK. you're WEIRD AS FUCK and SICK. stop playin on rose's phone and go GET A FUCKING LIFE.

[confused-simp-jpg]

(boy)friend

Pairing: holland!Peter Parker / reader

(no pronouns used for reader as far as I know)

Warnings: brief mention of bullying (and a shitty ending cause I suck at writing those)

General Plot: You are on a quest to befriend your awkward schoolmate and find that you might become something a little more

Genre:                fluff

Words:               1.2k

A/N: Honestly, I just wanted to try posting on here for the first time so I put together a little fanfic, so it might not be the most well written and thought out story, so please excuse all the plot holes and poor writing.

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A new schoolyear had begun and like every year you had devoted yourself to making a new friend. Having been the quiet kid with no friends you had decided to overcome your fear of talking to new people and after finding a great group of friends you started to look for new additions to said group every year.

At the end of last school year, you had noticed a small duo, a cute brunette and his best friend, you’d never see one without the other. But recently you had picked up on the near constant flow of bullying directed at the two by a kid named flash.

Truth be told you always were the kind of person to search for the good in someone even if they were being an asshole and it’s not like you thought Flash was the scum of the earth or something like that he just had the sort of personality most people perceived as arrogant, annoying and overall disgusting, their words not yours, although you had to agree. He was by no means an evil person per se he just seemed to lack basic human decency in its entirety.

So when you became aware of the two victims of Flash’s idiocy and their almost unbothered attitude towards him, you decided to get to know them a bit better in hopes of befriending them.

It was Monday where you had an irregular lunch break at a time no one else did, when you saw your opportunity.

“Hey… is this seat taken?”, you smiled down at the completely surprised brunette.

“Uh…yeah… I mean no… I mean you can sit…if you want obviously”, he stuttered out, stumbling over his words and trying his best to keep his voice from completely giving out.

You giggled and sat down:

“Thanks, I was worried I wouldn’t find a good seat anymore, I’m Y/N btw”

“I’m Peter”, a soft blush adorned his cheeks.

Peter looked around in the mostly empty cafeteria and his brows furrowed slightly:

“Uhm, you know there are like a lot of free tables. Not that I want you to leave but… you know?”, he hesitantly brought up.

You looked up at him a smile tugging at the corners of your lips and answered:

“Yeah, but it’s not a good lunch seat when you sit alone isn’t it?”

“…I guess…yeah”

There was a bit of comfortable silence between you before you spoke up again.

“You’re not usually alone here right? I think every time I’ve seen you he was right next to you”, you chuckled

He seemed a bit caught off guard by you breaking the silence but recovered fast.

“Yeah, Ned wasn’t feeling all too well today, so he stayed home and left me alone here.”, Peter said jokingly.

“Oh, tell him I hope he feels better soon then, he seems like a nice dude when he’s not abandoning you.”

Talking about his friend came easier to Peter than small talk and the conversation flowed seamlessly from how Ned had ‘abandoned’ him to what things they got up to recently.

In turn you shared some stories from you and your friends taking the opportunity to invite him and Ned to come along with you to the arcade at the end of the week.

Although hesitant at first, with a bit of convincing he agreed to meet the following Friday.

Your talk with Peter in the cafeteria had not been the last time the two of you had interacted and every conversation with him made you more excited for the next.

Peter really was such a sweet soul and hanging out with him always felt comfortable.

Friday rolled around and you were waiting on your friends and Peter in front of the arcade. It was a common occurrence for them to be late so when a out of breath Peter ran up to you and started to apologize profusely you just smiled and reassured him that he was fine.

You noticed Ned wasn’t with him and when asked about it, Peter explained that he still wasn’t feeling better.

Slowly but surely the rest of the group came by as well and soon enough everyone was present.

The entire afternoon went by in a haze filled with laughter, everyone enjoying themselves and even though Peter was a bit shy at first, he fit right in, and everyone welcomed him with open arms.

Even without really noticing or intending on it, you and Peter stayed close and stole innocent touches here and there along with soft looks.

Unbeknownst to you your friends had noticed the fact that you and Peter seemed joined at the hip and shared smiles about the clear interest both of you displayed for the other.

You felt a tap on your shoulder and were met with one of your closest friends MJ, who led you away from the group.

“Can you two go on a date without us? It’s getting a bit pathetic with the way he’s looking at you.”, she deadpanned, catching you off guard. Your mouth dropped open and blood rushed to your face.

“What?”, a confused chuckle escaped your throat.

“Come on Y/N, you two are clearly interested in each other. Everyone has noticed at this point. So just tell him and get on with it!”

MJ never was the kind of best friend who talked to you about relationships unprompted, you loved to tell her about crushes and troubles simply because of her objective and brutally honest advice and comments, but she never started these types of conversations so this was new.

“MJ, he’s sweet sure but I’ve only known him for a week and yeah of course I like him but calling it a crush would be a bit rushed don’t you think?”, you smiled at her.

“Obviously, but I’m just saying, you two have been smiling at each other so much even I felt giddy” MJ shuddered overdramatically

You laughed and hugged her. “Oh MJ, I love you so so much”

MJ scrunched up her face and awkwardly hugged you back, never having been much of a physical touch kind of person but tolerating it for you.

The two of you returned to the group and the afternoon continued without another hitch although you were more and more aware of the shy smiles shared between you and Peter.

At first the two of you were shy and awkward on dates but once you got more comfortable with eachother you shared inside jokes and and started teasing eaxhother playfully.  

A few months after the arcade meet up which were filled with almost daily texts and constant talking, Peter awkwardly asked:

“ So… are we…are you…I mean, am I your…”

His stressed expression and the more and more panicked waving of his hands had you chuckling slightly once you realized what exactly he was trying to ask of you.

“I think we are and I am and you are. If you want to that is”, you answered with a soft smile, your hand ever so slightly reaching for his.

Relief washed over Peter and you thought to yourself, how bad he was at hiding his true feelings, it felt like you could read him like an open book, like he couldn’t possibly have secrets that you didn’t know about with how open he seemed.

“Thank god!”, Peter exclaimed and engulfed your hand in his, tugging you along to his home for the movie night you had planned.

[lemotmo]

I’m curious to see the response Ryan gives for his personal thoughts on what’s going on between Buck and Eddie.

But at the same time I’m not excited for the melt down it’ll probably cause since he still can’t give anything away so people are gonna end up dooming 💀😂

Listen, at this point I've given up on asking people to use their common sense. We've been saying this over and over again, but for some reason there are always people that will see the worst in these interviews and who spiral and doompost afterwards.

What do they possibly expect Ryan to say? He can't just come out and say:

"Hey everyone! Guess what?! Eddie is gay!!! And he desperately wants to bone Buck!!!! WHAT ABOUT THAT BUCK AND EDDIE THING HUH?!!!! YOLO!!! LOL!!!"

So yes, he'll skirt around the topic and he'll say some deep and meaningful things about the Buddie friendship and how important it is for Eddie. I expect him to tease a little and give some vague answers, but that's really the only thing he can say. 🤷‍♀️

And like clockwork, people over on Twitter will start yelling that he is baiting them. Pffff, seriously-- if it wasn't for some good sources, I would have deleted Twitter ages ago.

The influx of some newer fans (both BT and Buddie) when Buck came out as bi has made the 911 fandom a worse place to be in my opinion. Some of these people are ruthless. The way they talk to professional journalists is appalling and downright rude. I always have so much second-hand embarrassment when I read some of their comments.

((I'd like to make a note here that I'm not talking about ALL new people in fandom, just some of them and most are over on Twitter. I've met a lot of lovely new people here on Tumblr who know how to behave normally and who are genuinly excited to join this fandom. Welcome to all of you!!! Seriously!!! It's nice to have some new voices and fresh input.))

As the second anon said, some of them were almost threatening Jeff Conway, telling him that the fandom would be upset with him if the interview didn't give them what they wanted. I mean... WTF?! This guy interviewed an actor of a TV-show. He is only going to write about what Ryan said. This isn't life and death here! It's just a silly little TV-show interview!

This isn't even about fandom etiquette anymore. It goes beyond that! This is about human decency. Just because you are online and anonymous, doesn't mean that you get to act like a total *sshole towards an entertainment journalist or towards actors and other fans for that matter. I have seen some vile Ryan hatred on Buddie-Twitter. Safe to say I blocked all of them.

I truly don't get it. How were these people raised? Didn't their parents or guardians ever talk to them about kindness and decency? Did some of them grow up with social media without any kind of supervision and somehow it desensitized them to normal human behaviour and social cues? What went wrong?!

I don't know you guys. Maybe I sound old to some of you.🤷‍♀️ But I've been in fandom spaces for a very long time now, so I know what I'm talking about.

Whenever I speak up about something like this, I get messages in my inbox calling me a 'boomer'. I didn't know that asking for simple human decency and politeness made someone a 'boomer', but if that is the case, I'll gladly take that title. Because some of these fans' behaviour on Twitter is seriously getting out of hand.

So really, the message here is: Stay away from stan-Twitter if you can, but if you like it there (no judgement 😋 You do you!) do make sure to block wisely, even within the Buddie fandom if necessary. Don't share, reply or make screenshots, because none of us should condone or share these people's shitty behaviour.