#gOD I HOPE THIS ANSWER MADE SENSE BC I OFTEN MAKE NO SENSE

[of-a-chaotic-mind]

9-1-1 Headcanons/Crack

A/N: I found this hiding in my drafts and giggled to myself way too much to not post it lmao.

- Athena kills the spiders. Bobby nopes the fuck away from them as soon as he sees them.

- The team prefers Buck stay away from large amounts of caffeine. Now it's bc they're terrified his heart will give out but before the lightning it was bc the adorable little shit would be bouncing off the walls after one RedBull. (Oh how I miss the days when caffeine gave me that kind of boost)

- Cat People: Buck, Hen, and Bobby

- Dog People: Eddie, Athena, Maddie

- Maddie & Buck take pinky promises VERY seriously. To them they're as serious as signing a legally binding contract or even selling your soul.

- Buck has a tiny adorable sneeze and it's never just one, always a minimum of three. Eddie & Bobby both scream sneeze but usually only once.

- God forbid Buck gets the hiccups. Bc not only do they last forever but he acts like they're gonna kill him.

- The one time the team managed to have a horror movie night the entire living room was covered in popcorn by the end of it bc Buck & Eddie hate horror movies and every time they got jump scared they flung their popcorn. And holy shit Buck screams like a girl. One of the scares made him scream so loud that he scared Eddie who was sitting right beside him who then launched his popcorn over his head and everyone behind them got showered in popcorn before the bowl landed on Bobby's head upside down like a hat.

- Nobody will even mention a haunted house because one Halloween, Hen snuck up behind Buck and whispered boo. The poor goof started flinging his arms around and accidentally smacked the shit out of Hen.

- Saw a meme with Buck thats said something about whats the word for when your hands are bisexual. Here's my take. Buck was trying to explain that he is ambidextrous one day but couldn't remember the word. "Damn it, what the hell is the word for when you can- for when- bisexual hands?!" Hen laughed so hard she nearly pissed herself before answering him "Ambidextrous, Buck."

- Saw someone headcanon that Hen and Buck bought Eddie a fake plant and convinced him was real as a prank. I think pranks are a common occurrence around the 118 but that prank specifically is the longest running and is stil going despite the fact that Buck nearly bursts into a fit of giggles every time he sees Eddie water the damn thing. Eddie actually knows its fake but his friends get a kick out of it so he plays along.

- The word's hippopotamus and Worcestershire are running jokes/challenges for the 118 team. For hippopotamus the challenge is to fit as many ps in there as possible. For Worcestershire it's just seeing who can pronounce it the most incorrect way.

- Buck loves to research shit right? He also enjoys reading. However, just because he can read big words doesn't mean he pronounces them correctly. The team is often lovingly correcting him on his pronunciation. Or sometimes he'll straight up spit out a word and hope they can play auto correct for him and figure it out.

- Hen can smell a budding romance from a mile away. She's also the queen of bets. So far, she holds the record for most bets won amongst the 118.

- Somehow various slang has made its way into 118's vocabulary. No one will ever forget the night Buck made dinner and Bobby took a bite before proceeding to claim it was "bussin'". Or the way Eddie always tells people "don't be so salty."

- The best people at sensing when Buck is about to be Buck are Maddie, Bobby, and Athena.

- Occasionally, someone will host a grill out and yep you guessed it, Bobby and Chimney man the grill (mostly Bobby) in full dad attire. When asked why, their response had the same vibes as "for shits and giggles".

- Buck has taken a liking to the phrase "Fuck it we ball," which terrifies everyone.

- That one tiktok audio but make it Eddie & Buck: Eddie: *lots of angry spanish* Buck: Someone tell me what he's saying! Wtf is he saying?! Dude, I don't speak Taco Bell! Buck can somewhat keep up with and understand it when Eddie is speaking slowly due to his time in Peru but damnit his brain doesn't process fast enough to translate the angry Spanish.

- Everyone has a habit of leaving their LAFD hoodies laying around and Buck has a habit of picking them up and pulling them on when he's cold without paying attention to what name is on the back. He once wandered up to dinner with Diaz written across his back. No one batted an eye except Eddie who pointed it out. Buck's only response was, "I knew this didn't smell right." Buck has also been caught wearing Bobby's hoodie a few times.

- Wait a damn minute. Let's talk scents. Buck wears a cologne that smells like cinnamon and fire. Eddie has a sandalwood or pine vibe. Chimney wears a citrusy scent. Bobby has an herby scent like maybe rosemary or just mint. Hen has a warm and cozy scent vibe to me so maybe vanilla and leather.

Masterlist

[lestbian]

aziz abt tierna.pls . or vice versa

😨, 🫂, 👁️

What's their greatest fear?

Aziz about Tierna

"Greatest fear...?" Aziz frowned. "Nothing immediately comes to mind. My little sister has always been the adventurous one. Always the first to investigate strange noises in the palace when we were children. She hasn't changed much, in that sense." Aziz paused, eyebrows furrowed. "She pretends not to care about status. She doesn't, not the way Farah and I do, but she takes her role as a royal guard very seriously. She always wanted to serve in the King's army. She has worked long and hard to get to her rank, regardless of the help her name has given her. To lose that, especially if it were by her own hand... that would destroy her." He shook his head. "She'd always have the family to fall back on if that ever happened, of course. But she wouldn't take it. Being a royal guard is a greater part of her identity than being a Faverro will ever be."

Tierna about Aziz

"Public embarrassment, I'd guess," Tierna answered, not glancing up from cleaning her blade. "He's had a few minor scandals here and there, every politician gets them. But if something major were to happen, something unsalvageable?" She sheathed her sword, satisfied with its condition. "Well. He can salvage just about anything. He has that way about him, able to spin any story into his favor. But if it were beyond him? He'd just fall apart." Tierna stood, checking over her armor. All equipment accounted for. "I don't think he's worried about it. He's too good at the game for that to ever happen." She nodded in acknowledgement before leaving. "I hope that answers your question. If you'll excuse me, I have to report for duty."

How has your relationship changed recently? (I'm going to have this set at the beginning of the story to avoid spoilers bc god their relationship changes so much by the end)

Aziz about Tierna

Aziz raised his eyebrows. "Our relationship? Nothing has changed, of course. Tierna is still my little sister. We are both very busy people, as you know, so we do not see each other often. That is all. It is unfortunate, but we all make sacrifices for our country." He made a slightly sorrowful expression, but finished with a brave smile. Our poor, valiant Delegate.

Tierna about Aziz

"Um," Tierna said, wiping her brow. "He came to my graduation. He has little interest in what I do, but I suppose it was important enough for him to come." Her blade clashed against her opponent's, catching the sunlight. "Even Farah was there, so I assume our parents had to convince them." Tierna maneuvered her wrist so swiftly that only a well-trained eye could realize what happened before the other sword landed on the grass with a soft thud. Her sparring partner raised his hands in surrender, turning away to take a break. She gave him a nod before returning to the question. "They probably told him it'd be an opportunity for making connections with important people, something like that. But it was nice of him to show up." She took a long sip of water. "That's really the only thing that's happened lately. We're usually busy with our own lives." Tierna shrugged.

Do you really know them?

Aziz about Tierna

Aziz scowled for a brief moment before schooling his features into his normal slightly amused expression. "I'm afraid I don't understand your question. Tierna is my sister. I have known her her entire life." The blinding smile returned. "Was there anything else you wanted to ask me?"

Tierna about Aziz

Tierna looked up quizzically. "Well... I suppose not? We're not all that close. I know things about him other people don't, like his favorite bedtime stories when we were kids. Stupid things. And I know the things everyone knows, like that he's a smooth talker and spends too much time brushing his hair. I couldn't tell you what he's thinking now, though. I don't even know what policies he supports, or what platform he's running on. If it's important enough, I'll hear about it. Otherwise, I'm focusing on training and serving the King."

[veggiehomosapien]

hiiiiii thanks @littlegnoblin for tagging me :)

Star Sign(s): scorpio gang rise up

Favorite Holidays: halloween and christmas

Last Meal: vegetable and egg fried rice

Current Favorite Musician: god that's tough... muna probably?

Last Music Listened To: lately been obsessed with 'into your room' - holly humberstone and muna !!

Last Movie Watched: barbie 💖

Last TV Show Watched: probably our flag means death? i can't remember - i rewatch things all the time so it's all a blur

Last Book/Fic Finished: last book: they never learn by layne fargo (what a wild and disappointing ride that was lmao), and last fic: cowboy like me by macfrog (good lord was it phenomenal. tears were shed)

Last Book/Fic Abandoned: iron widow by xiran jay zhao -- i'm buddy reading it with a friend and we lost momentum (shez we gotta get back on this, we just need to finish it lol)

Currently Reading: oh boy okay: all of us villains by amanda foody and c.l. herman, a gathering of shadows by v.e. schwab, and i am rereading bloodmarked by tracy deonn for the thousandth time even tho the next book isn't scheduled to come out until next year. i guess i hate myself lmao

Last Thing Researched for Art/Writing/Hyperfixation: i frequent the mando'a dictionary site often. listen, i need to understand everything din says in fics okay? ...especially the terms of endearment. for no reason at all.

Favorite Online Fandom Memory: i will be stealing your answer sarah bc it is true: meeting, bonding, and growing with some of my closest friends on here. truly thankful for that 🥰

Favorite Old Fandom You Wish Would Drag You Back In/Have A Resurgence: i would say merlin but they do it all on their own lmaoooo. otherwise...so like i absolutely despise the show for a multitude of reasons, but the fandom for the magicians (specifically in the 2018-2020 era) was something else. we got through a lot together (even tho i was mostly a lurker lol) and i guess i miss that sense of community? i hope everyone is doing well ❤

Favorite Thing You Enjoy That Never Had an Active or Big "Fandom" but You Wish It Did: sarah you're so right - in the flesh!!!! god that show really was before its time, such a brilliant story.

Tempting Project You're Trying to Rein In/Don't Have Time For: i have so many partially-made edits and edit ideas brewing around but literally have no time or energy to sit down and make them :((( i crave it

i tag @inadvisablyappliedmagic and @satisfiedeyes if ya fancy it :)

[bi-turtle-enthusiast]

Thanks for answering my ask. Can I ask (again), if you don't mind, your top 5 (or top 3) favorite characters from TGCF & SVSSS? And why you loved them? And your top 5 favorite moments each from the series? Thanks if you want to answer....

ough ok this is gonna be hard bc i unironically love every character in tgcf for one reason or another.

top 3 tgcf characters:

3. Shi Qingxuan/Jun Wu I did NOT expect Jun Wu to be on this list but I started writing my fic and I kind of fell in love with his character. He's an awful person who loves causing misery but at the same time there's something so painfully human about wanting so desperately to be understood by someone, anyone. I don't condone his actions but I'm here to watch. I love Shi Qingxuan for being genderfluid, brave and kind, and just so much fun. She brings unmatched energy into every scene she's in and I just love her.

2. Hua Cheng This one should be pretty obvious considering I made him my pfp on my art blog and refuse to stfu about him but god DAMN I just can't stop thinking about him. I love everything about him. His amazing fits. His incredibly powerful imagery. The way he's just so insane. His butterflies. The color red. The gender. Everything.

1. Xie Lian He's the one I draw the most for a reason. I have a thing for characters who choose kindness whenever they can, and I love Xie Lian for being able to ultimately decide that he does in fact want to use his godly powers to protect his believers and not to dominate them. He doesn't make that decision lightly—he knows what it's like to abuse his power for the sake of vengeance and he's seen what it's like when gods abuse their power for greed—he decides that being kind and benevolent is the path he wants to take because ultimately, it's love that keeps the world intact. Xie Lian is love, and I love him.

Honorable mentions: Mu Qing, Shi Wudu, He Xuan, Yushi Huang

top 3 svsss characters (bear with me because I am not super familiar with SVSSS)

3. Shang Qinghua I want to throw him against a wall (affectionate). I hate him. I love him but on a deeper level I hate him but on an even deeper level I love him. Just,, such a little shit

2. Zhuzi Lang He's a pathetic little meow meow with a fucked up sense of morality and objectively too many snakes. Someone get this guy a therapist and maybe a snack

1. Liu Qingge He's a hater through and through. I, too, find Bingqiu irritating. His "no Luo Binghes allowed" rule is perfection imo. And the way Shen Qingqiu can just call out his name and Liu Qingge will come out of literally nowhere with a flying kick?? Love that.

I honestly can't rank my top 3 moments from SVSSS because I don't remember it that well. Here are mine from TGCF though!

3. Jealous Xie Lian during the Blackwater arc Hua Cheng is like "my beloved is a noble, gracious special someone" and Xie Lian is like "ugh i hope they fucking die I MEAN I HOPE YOU THEY MAKE YOU SMILE." We don't really see jealous Xie Lian that often and it was really funny to see just how petty he got. He's usually really calm and collected and neutral about things but he was so intense here. Possibly because he was a bit hangry.

2. The Hualian confession Everything about it is just. hrmnksgnsf. I love it. I love the way they're kinda awkward after it but then they clear the air a bit and continue onwards while holding hands. I love the way Xie Lian confesses with a hug.

1. The bamboo hat/Xie Lian telling Bai Wuxiang to fuck off The moment where Xie Lian's faith in humanity is restored. And then Bai Wuxiang appears and tries to be all evil and Xie Lian just goes "fuck off you ugly mf you're blocking my sun" to the guy who's been haunting him nonstop for months on end. And Bai Wuxiang is so stunned that he gets a little desperate—so desperate that he starts a fight just so he can have an excuse to be "defeated" by Jun Wu. Man, I love that scene.

[edai-crplpnk]

Hey hey! So i havent fully read ur fics (its on my to read list but uh..... Im really bad at actually reading stuff on there djdndn one day i shall read ur entire fic list) but ive liked what ive seen so far so ur really high on my to read list and i saw u post the new chapter for the smell of the rain and i didnt see it was a multip chap at first so i just started reading it sjsjsjdj and this line specifically took me out so bad that i couldnt finish the chapter the day i started reading it bc i just kept laughing every time i went back to read it.

"he had always thought of himself as the kind of person to be able to make rational down-to-earth decisions no matter what – which was a delusion already, Kankurou’s memories of his first exchange with Shino are definitely infused with a lot of acting on impulse and out of spite –" like this is just fucking gold its so hilarious hello? Anyway. This has made me eant to read all ur works like right this second so expect a lot of kudos ig?? Idk what the point of this was i just wanted to let u know how much that line made my day and it felt awkward leaving it as a comment when i actually hadnt fully read the series. Hdjdjdd so ye. But im loving what ive read so far! The way u characterise is really fun! Hope u have a good day/night ty for sharing ur writing with us!

No judgement, I am bad at getting myself to read things too haha

I just love the idea of Shino being like- this guy that really imagines that he is calm and not emotional and not the type to make decisions on impulse and everything (not like a certain somebody) (kiba) when he is truly easily overwhelmed by emotions and generally not great at dealing with them.

And it doesn't help that a lot of people do see him like that too. He's the nerd with the monotonous voice that you can always go to to ask a question and is always available and will answer even you don't listen to him 9 times out of 10. He serves that role both within the konoha 13 and within team 8 between Kiba's impulsivity and Hinata's shyness/emotional sensibility. He's meant to be the down-to-earth guy and he's not.

He repeatedly gets angry and frustrated in the canon but it's barely ever listened to because he's not good at expressing it in a way that sounds serious enough. And also I think he's not great at handling irrational and unanticipatable things, like his own emotions. He needs to be able to rationalise and makes sense of things and have explanations and justifications. And on the one hand, it does help because he spends a lot of time thinking his choices through and explaining them, but on the other, when he is faced with an emotion that is too strong or unexpected to be able to be channeled through reason, he as absolutely no tools to deal with it and he's just overwhlmed.

In conclusion, yes, I think he's the type of guy to make implulsive and maybe misinformed decisions because he's horny and he has a crush and the whole time he is internally staring at himself thinking "god why the fuck am I doing this???" lmao

Coincidentally, for the "why is Shino a teacher in Boruto where did that come from" crowd (I'm not judging, I get it), I think this why he's both good and bad with children. He's good at containing people and providing a cohesive and explained framework, justifying rules and letting space for them to be debated reasonably so that things make sense, and I think that's valuable for a lot of kids who often get assigned random rules and you have to follow them because that's what rules are for and adults decide. But also, children have many emotions often, they can be chaotic, especially a group of them, and, once again, when being consistent and fair and justifying himself does not suffice to make this manageable, he is probably quite quickly out of other options.

Anyway, I love him!

Please enjoy my 135k words of KankuShino as you please, I hope you'll have fun!

(another time maybe o can write about how, coincidentally, makes him both very similar and the opposite to Kankurou haha)

[blmpff]

Getting to know your BL mutuals - 2022 Edition

Simple, answer the questions. @ some people. Include the tag 'g2ky BL mutuals 2022' on your post so we can find everyone's answers!

Thank you kindly for the tags @lelephantsnail and @gillianthecat ❣️ I enjoyed reading your posts as well! ❣️

(I got tagged on my main account @asdfghjklmpff but I'm answering here as I've made it my bl dedicated side blog 😊 Sorry for the wait!)

(just a heads up, I don't keep any lists nor master spread sheets or anything, I'm just writing down what comes to my head as I read the prompts)

What has been the BL that took you by surprise this year?

First that comes to mind is Eternal Yesterday that's ending this friday, I completely wasn't expecting to be so into it, as I'm more of an action packed, and fast paced shows fan, but every week I am sat with my eyes glued to the screen.

Also Big Dragon, because I was expecting it to be like The One That Shall Not Be Named Fahlaruk level of toxic and trash, but it was surprisingly layered and meaningful, with lots of nuance.

Ghost Host Ghost House started slow for me, and I even considered dropping it, but when the main couple got together their chemistry blew me away and it made me appreciate the show more. I think the show didn't do a proper build up to the second conflict, but the couple ended up talking about the issue and it kinda made it up for me. Kevin and Pleum's chemistry is definitely one of my favorites this year.

Honorable mentions: Semantic Error, Old Fashion Cupcake, Minatos's Laundromat, DNA Says Love You, Blueming, My Only 12%, More Than Words, My Tooth Your Love, My Ride, To My Star 2 (bc we all know that sequels more often than not don't live up to the previous parts, but oh god was it good)

What has been the BL that you felt a bit disappointed with this year?

Plus & Minus, I did genuinely like the show, but it really threw me off with that random break up at the end, and now I don't want to rewatch it at all, even up until those last two eps....

Check Out and Fahlanruk bc yeah... (hopes and prayers that P'Jojo gives us the proper enjoyable messy show we all want and deserve, and not the annoying (gestures everywhere) whatever these two were),

Ocean Likes Me I was really looking forward to seeing Holland act, and surprisingly I did like his acting, but what I had issues with was that it felt like half the plot/story ended up on the cutting room floor and it didn't feel put together enough to draw me in. Also, idk if it was the make up, lighting, or what, but the other guy looked so pale and sick all the time to me.

The Tuxedo!!! The actors had such great chemistry in all the bts footage I saw on my socials leading up to the release I was so hyped, and then the show came and I was so let down... The story made sense, but the execution wasn't there, and the directing/scene choreography was also lacking, and overall I ended up so disappointed... (funnily enough, it was my second time seing The House that's everywhere now lol, I had no idea it's going to be in half the thai productions this year)(The first time was in The Player, and the rest is history),

Love Class, I truly enjoy kbls, but I really didn't feel that one, and I'm surprised they got a second season confirmed.

What has been your favorite BL this year?

It's impossible to choose just one ;-; also it's almost all the same as the ones that surprised me, probably that's why they're one of my favorites

Korea: Semantic Error, Blueming, and Choco Milk Shake.

Thailand: Big Dragon, Between Us (duh), Ghost Host Ghost House, Bad Buddy and Not Me (they finished airing in 2022 it counts shh), Something in My Room (yes I know it's slow as hell, but somehow it charmed me and I ended up binging it till late am on a work day. also wtf was up with that alien plot)

Japan: More Than Words, Old Fashion Cupcake, Minato's Laundromat, Kimi no Koto Dake Mite Itai, Seven Days,

Taiwan: DNA Says Love You, About Youth (fuck those parents tho, and the father in particular)

What are your favorite BL couples (not just of 2022)?

(not the order of favoritism, just who comes to my mind first)

Pat x Pran - Bad Buddy

Da-woon x Si-won - Blueming

Nozue x Togawa - Old Fashion Cupcake

Jae-young x Sang-woo - Semantic Error

Seo-joon x Ji-woo - To My Star & TMS2

Jin Xun An x Bai Lang - My Tooth Your Love

Win x Team - UMWA/BU

Choco x Milk x JungWoo - Choco Milk Shake (not a couple I know, but try and tell me I'm wrong, I dare you)

Kevin x Pleum - Ghost Host Ghost House

Cake x Eiw - My Only 12%

Qiu Zi Xuan x Xia Yu Hao - History 2: Crossing The Line

Meng Shao Fei x Tang Yi - History 3: Trapped

Igawa Shun x Hibino Nagisa - His (2020)

Dan x Yok - Not Me (it's criminal how little time they got. hehe get it?)

If you had to suggest a BL for someone what would it be?

This is going to sound the same as 99% of people I saw doing this, but it's true so here goes:

Softer ones: Semantic Error, Bad Buddy, Seven Days, Kimi no Koto Dake Mite Itai, Light On Me, Be Loved In House I Do, About Youth, We Best Love, Life; Love On The Line, To My Star 1 (then 2 if they're invested).

And more action packed: History 3: Trapped, Manner of Death, Long Time No See, 3 Will Be Free, KinnPorsche The Series (for VegasPete).

What's your non-BL favorite for this year?

Weak Hero Class 1, At a Distance Spring is Green (when I tell you I bawled my eyes out, and I don't cry like at all)

The Sandman, Bastard Son and The Devil Himself (recommended for all you 3 Will Be Free enthusiasts, like myself), Wendel and Wild (bc I love Coraline and it's by the same guy, also the rep)

Barbaren

I probably missed a lot, but it's long enough already 😅

As for the tags I feel like everyone's done that already, but if someone haven't yet and would like to, consider yourself tagged! <3

@loooreleii @seung-sung and @varis-world maybe, if you want to? 😊

[wuffgang-ameowdeus-moozart]

I saw the impersonate you invitation and I'm not very good at impersonations, but I will tell you what I think you are like based on your blog!

First of all you love Lucy from Fairytale, and have a lot of fun playfully obsessing over her.

I say playful, because you have a suprisingly nuanced understanding of the characters that you like. You dont just take the text (or whatever medium you are engaging with) at face value, you think through what is happening and what it means. You have excelent literary analysis skills.

I think you are probably pretty blunt and opinionated, but you are not mean or unkind. You care deeply for the people around you and put a lot of effort into understanding them.

You may lean towards pessimism sometimes, but you have a sarcastic sense of humor which can make it seem like you are more pessimistic than you really are.

You are very enthusiastic about the beautiful parts of the world, and delight in happy suprises.

I have no idea why, but you feel like somebody who thinks marine biology is cool af.

How did I do? Did I get anything right?

oh my god I love this alskfjsjf

first of all: sorry this took me a hot second to answer 😅

second: hey how does it feel to cut out a piece of my soul only to serve it to me on a silver platter?

gonna go more in depth with each one under the cut (bc I love talking about myself lol) but if you don't have the nerves for that ATM let it be known that you've got me clocked my guy. if I have to describe myself in a job interview I'm gonna ring up beloved tumblr anon to do it for me 🫡 💕

most inaccurate is probably that I'm actually not sure whether I'd call myself an optimist or pessimist (though I do know that I make an effort to be outwardly more optimistic than I actually feel) and while I do absolutely adore the ocean I'm not sure I'd say that I'm particularly interested in marine biology specifically. it's one of those things I keep telling myself I want to do more research on but I never actually do it, so like, theoretically yes but not in practice? does this make sense?

1. id say lucy heartfilia lives rent-free in my head but it would probably be more accurate to say that I feed her scraps of brain matter and heart tissue and devotion in hopes she deems my soul a worthy resting place (<- look how normal I am about her!)

FT was not only my longest obsession ever to date but also my first after moving countries, so being unwell about Lucy again feels weirdly nostalgic in a way?

2. oh yeah I do adore analysing texts and characters and devices and stuff. which is also why I adore wuthering heights lol (cycles and parallels and tragedies my beloved). I don't really know how to read WITHOUT doing this tbh? like of course there is a difference when I am actively engaging with it but sometimes I'll say something that seems pretty obvious to me and then people will be like "this is a great analysis!" lol

(also not to brag but I've been told more than once that I often approach narratives and symbolism from an angle that others haven't considered before 😏)

I actually started studying literature, but for various reasons (which include not being able to deal with a bunch of people clacking on their laptops at the same time the sound was literally driving me insane does anyone have any tips on how to deal with that) I stopped going after like a month

tho id say my favorite thing to analyze is actualy theater plays? especially because of the added element of speech (it feels unfair to judge an audiobook by this metric since books were primarily written to be read but theater is literally made to be spoken aloud and thus it is the authors duty to also think about the cadences of the words and what the different sounds feel like instead of just focusing on how it looks like on paper imo) and visuals

whenever I go with a friend (I need to go with someone so I can talk about it) I'll first ask them what they thought so I can gather my thoughts and kinda compare and then I won't shut up until we have to go out separate ways lol

3. which is a great way to get into the third point: I do have opinions about everything! (unless I don't have a lot of information on the topic in question). I always keep myself open for counter arguments (my biggest fear is becoming one of those obnoxious stubborn ignorant people who are proud of being stuck in their ways and categorically refuse to even consider other viewpoints and opinions) but unless this is about something factual where you have more experience/facts than me it's actually pretty hard to convince me.

because while I love sharing my opinions to everyone that'll listen, im Not a fan of confrontations? I tire of them pretty quickly so depending on whether you pass my vibe check I will either be honest (hey yo agree to disagree can we change topics) or pretend to agree just so we can move on without anyone getting prissy lmao

4. and yes I do try to always be kind to people! dni if you don't make an effort to wish the bus driver a good day tbh. I have this need to be acknowledged and remembered by strangers and also feel really bad whenever im mean to people so my compromise is to try to always be friendly while wearing bright hair and clothes lol

I think I also have a pretty approachable aura? I'm often asked for directions and stuff (which is always a shame for the people asking because i am lostTM)

5. okay so. this is actually a fun exercise to do. because characters in books need to be fairly simple at their core (so the author can write them consistently) while creating the illusion of being complex and layered - and you can kind of do the same thing to real people!

in my mind that makes me a bad shittalker because I'll be actively doing this while you are trying to tell me about something shitty someone else did to you. I'll try to look at it from various angles (at least within the realm of the possible when going solely by a very biased POV) which often comes across as defending them? but I think this is a rather unpopular opinion since I can't count the times I've heard "I know you don't like to shittalk people, but-" as a conversation starter lol

6. I am! a sarcastic shit! I can clearly tell the difference between my sarcasm and my serious voice, but people say that it sounds the same to them (which just makes it more fun tbh lol) tho I think that's only fair considering I often have a hard time telling when other ppl are being serious vs not

7. idk where I am on the optimism pessimism scale tbh. when I was small I figured out this neat magic trick where if u pretend to have really low expectations things seem even cooler than they actually are. it makes sense (expectations and everyone is master of their own reality and contrast etc etc) but back then I genuinely thought I had unravelled the fabric of the universe lol

so like. I'll always be kinda expecting the worst while at the same time not quite believing it? so I'm not disappointed when the "worst" does indeed happen but am also not actively psyching myself out? idk the only gymnastics I'm good at are the mental ones

long story short anon I hope I don't come off too strong but I think I am in love with you <3

[constellationmuses]

Anonymous said: Splinter: Are the turtles worth more than what you paid for? Are they truly your children or just sentient pets? Have they replaced Miwa in anyway?

        --☆ “The implication that i would see them as pets now is insulting,” he states blatantly. “My sons are not a replacement for my daughter -- they are my children, and no child is a replacement for another,” he adds. tail swishing. “They are all equally my children, even if they grow apart from me, i will love them no matter what.”

       --☆ “You cannot put a price on children, they are precious, and putting a price on them would be just cruel, i think.”

[blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms]

Argument- Steve Harrington

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Characters: Steve Harrington

Warnings: N/A

Request: Anon- can i ask for a steve harrington one shot or blurb about him and reader getting into a fight so the readers been ignoring him and his calls bc they think the fight meant that steve wouldn’t want anything to do with them anymore but ends with fluff please :) (love your writing btw🥺)

Word Count: 560

Author: Charlotte

Conflict was something that you struggled to handle. You despised arguments and disagreeing with people, being a people pleaser to a fault and whenever an argument did arrive you always chose flight as a safety mechanic. Normally it wasn’t too much of a problem, you did your best to stay on the good side of people and avoided situations involving conflict, but little did you realise how often conflict could occur in a relationship, even if it was minor elements that in the whole scheme of things didn’t matter.

Normally you and Steve were happy and didn’t find anything to argue about in your relationship but there were times that they were unable to be avoided. The argument had barely formed before you panicked and hadn’t spoken to him since. You blamed yourself wholeheartedly for the argument and couldn’t see a way of him forgiving you for it, so what was the point in trying to speak to him. You had barely left your house and had ignored the phone each time it rang, in fear it would be him shouting at you, not that he had ever done that before.

You had found yourself curled up in bed often looking at photos of the two of you and listening to songs that reminded you of him. That’s where you were when someone knocked at your door. At first you ignored it, hoping they’d leave but when a few moments later, they knocked again, you decided to answer it.

There stood Steve Harrington, the person you had avoided for over a week but had been the only person that you had wanted to see.

“Steve?” You croaked, trying to swallow the tears that wanted to continue to fall.

“Thank God, Y/N,” he sighed. “I’ve been worried shitless about you. You called in sick to work, you didn’t answer your calls, you didn’t even answer when Robin phoned to check on you, I didn’t know what had happened to you.”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

The look of relief on his face fell to pain and confusion again, one that he had been wearing all week since your small spat.

“What’s been going on?” He asked.

“I… I didn’t think you’d want to see me,” you shrugged.

He cocked an eyebrow at you. “Why wouldn’t I want to see you? I love you; I never don’t want to see you.”

You shrugged your shoulders. “After our argument, I just thought you’d never forgive me, and you’d never want to see me again.”

It didn’t make sense to him, but he knew that sometimes the train of thoughts you had didn’t make sense to him, but if they made sense to you then they had to matter.

“There wasn’t anything to forgive, Y/N,” he explained. “It was a stupid argument, every couple has them, it didn’t matter, and I definitely wouldn’t want to break up with you about it. I’m not mad with you, I don’t even care about that argument, I just care about you and was worried what happened to you.”

Your lower lip begun to quiver. “I’m sorry.”

Steve shook his head at you. “Don’t apologise, just please don’t do it again.”

You tearfully nodded your head. He opened his arms, within seconds enveloping you in a tight, warm embrace that you had missed so much over the previous week.

[writer-in-theory]

white coats & future plans

summary: spencer knew you going to med school would change your relationship, but he would be there the whole way no matter what. request?: no pairing: spencer reid x gn!reader category: hurt/comfort content warnings: some self-deprecating talk (as it relates to school), language, mentions of spencer's dad leaving (from his pov) word count: 3.9k a/n: y'all, i've been thinking about writing this one for a very long time. i think @safespacespence is gonna get a permanent place in these notes bc she was the one to push me to finally write it. so enjoy, I hope you like it as much as i enjoyed writing it <3

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Spencer had never quite been sure what to think of soulmates.

It didn’t make sense that two souls were simply destined to be in each others’ lives because some version of fate said so, but how could he argue with dozens of civilizations independently coming up with the idea on their own? In Greek mythos, humans had been split apart by the gods because they were too strong together—by that very virtue soulmates were then believed to be two halves of one person. In Hindu culture, it’s believed certain souls are linked together, destined to continuously cross paths as a positive influence in their lives.

Everyone always backed up that idea too. His mother told him that he would know when he met the right person and his favorite professor of all time advised him to stop worrying so much about finding them—that if he was meant to be with someone, it would happen.

None of it had ever made sense until he met you.

Nothing had ever been so easy before. Spencer usually had to work to make conversations happen but with you, they just flowed. Before he knew it, the two of you were finishing school and he was asking you to move in with him, to come with him to Virginia and leave the west coast behind.

And you’d agreed, and it was the first time you’d told him that you loved him in so many words.

His mom often told him that he’d have to fight for love but with you, he’d never understood.

That is, until you began medical school.

Spencer always knew it was your dream. He’d been overjoyed when you’d gotten accepted to the Georgetown medical program just an hour away. There would be challenges, he knew, but he’d never quite expected everything to change.

A year into it all, Spencer could tell what kind of day you'd had from the way you entered the apartment, and today had not been a good one.

Spencer was curled up on the couch, book propped up on his knees but was quickly about to be abandoned in favor of the storm now rushing through the space. You always treated his things with care, but your own coat was tossed haphazardly in the rough direction of the coat hooks and your shoes were left in a pile beside the door. A quick glance over showed that your looked as stressed as Spencer had guessed—wild hair from where your hands had torn through it, shirt collar mussed from the rough way you'd torn off your coat, and expression twisted up like you were either mad or fighting tears (maybe both, if he knew you well enough).

"How was your day?" you asked with heaving breaths, resting your hands on your hips and trying for a smile.

"It was good," Spencer returned, trying not to laugh at the way you shifted on your feet. It was like watching a little kid waiting to open up their birthday presents—you were absolutely dying to tell him about your day, but you'd do the polite thing and ask about his first. "We didn't get a case."

"I see that," you answered, "I'm glad. I thought I was gonna miss you again."

The first time you'd gotten off clinical rotations to a text from Spencer saying he was on a flight across the country, you were devastated. You'd called him crying, gasping for breath as you tried to apologize for not saying the right words. Those same words you'd tell him before every case, with his face between both of your gentle hands. 'I love you to the edge of the galaxy. Be safe, come home to me.'

"Okay, how was your day?"

"Oh, thank God," you sighed, your relief pulling a surprised laugh from Spencer. "Three patients today refused to let me see them because I'm a student doctor as if that's really gonna change how they get treated. And Dr. Bradley was in today and I swear if he tries to tell me I'm not cut out for this one more time your team might get called on me."

"Did he really say that to you?"

"Yes! This time it was because I spent a few extra minutes with a scared patient. I'm sorry pal, it's called empathy," you ranted, not once slowing down as Spencer stepped closer and wrapped his arms around you. You didn't even stop as you tucked yourself even closer to him, hands clinging onto him tightly.

"I'm happy you're home," Spencer told you softly, and he got to watch the way your frustration melted off of you. It dripped off of your expression, leaving behind softened eyes and a close-lipped smile so full of love Spencer thought he'd combust right there. It melted from your body to allow your shoulders to relax likely for the first time since going to your rotations at the hospital.

"I'm happy you're home too."

The two of you would curl up on the couch together, watching a movie until one of you inevitably fell asleep first. Usually, it was you, and Spencer would gently coax you to bed, speaking hushed promises of breakfast in the morning and gentle proclamations of how much he loved you. And you’d be too tired to answer, but the way you wrapped yourself around him and held on tight let him know everything.

The beginning of new adventures always seems brighter in comparison to the rest.

Though it was different, Spencer had gotten used to your busy schedule. All through that first year and most of your second, he had been right there beside you emphatically cheering you on. When you had late nights studying, Spencer was sitting beside you with his own cup of coffee and a book he’d read countless times before. He’d peek over at your work every so often, catching glimpses of diagrams or long chunks of scientific speak.

When your shoulders would get too tensed and your hair messy from tugging at it in frustration, Spencer would stand up and fix a snack. He’d call you over to the kitchen under the guise of keeping him company, but both of you knew it was to get your mind away from the overwhelming formulas and countless complex concepts. The two of you would sit on the kitchen counters with a bowl of your favorite snack he kept hidden away just for these moments. Sometimes you’d talk, but many times you would sit in silence, merely comforted by each others’ presence.

The change came after a long case. It was the kind of case that had worn everyone out, so the flight back was relatively quiet. It gave Spencer time to pull out the books he’d borrowed from the local library, the textbooks that you were currently studying from that year.

Over the years you’d been together, Spencer had been able to help with nearly everything. There wasn’t much he didn’t know or couldn’t figure out. Medicine, though, was a topic he’d never quite been interested in. So many people had told him to become a doctor but after seeing you struggle through so much schoolwork on top of volunteering and rotations, Spencer was glad he hadn’t. Still, every time he saw your eyes well up with stress tears or hear you coming to bed at four in the morning the night before an exam, he wished there had been more he could do.

So he spent the jet ride home reading all of your textbooks, trying to understand what you were learning so he could help.

And for once, Spencer was glad to still see you studying when he got home. Oftentimes he sighed and tried to coax you into taking a break, but now he set down his bag and sat beside you on the couch. “What are you working on?” he asked, peeking over at the papers strewn about your lap.

“Case study,” you told him, and the way your voice clipped off on the end revealed you’d been working on it for a while now. Your pen rested on your ear, your fingers picking at themselves as your read through the same question over and over again.

“The patient is showing signs of renal failure. In that case, I’d page nephrology and the pharmacy. They can adjust the HCTZ regimen and run a clearance test,” Spencer spoke up, waiting to see your beaming face as he helped you finish your work faster.

Instead, all he saw was your shoulders tense even more, nearly reaching your head with how clenched up you were. “Really, Spencer?” you sighed, turning to look at him with more frustration than you’d ever given him. “You couldn’t let me figure it out on my own?”

“You looked like you were struggling, so I read a few of your textbooks to help an-”

“You what?” And when he didn’t answer, “Spencer, why would you do that?”

“I was trying to help,” Spencer offered gently, searching your face for any signs of amusement but finding none. Why would you get so upset by it?

“Well, it wasn’t helping! All you did was prove once again that you’re smarter than me.” You stood up then, clearly wanting to put some distance between you and him. Spencer wasn’t going to have that though, not when you were so obviously misinterpreting his intentions.

“I wasn’t trying to prove I was smarter.”

“Oh really? How did you think learning all the material I’ve been struggling with for weeks in an hour would make me feel?”

“I thought you’d appreciate some help,” Spencer answered honestly, practically pleading to you with his eyes to understand.

“I want to do this on my own, I want to prove I can handle this.”

“Of course, you can handle it, Y/N. I just thought if you could finish your studying early, I could actually see you.”

And oh, that was the wrong thing to say. If you seemed mad before, you were absolutely livid before. “So that’s what this is about? You’d rush me through my work just to get more of my time?” You let out a groan of frustration, slamming your books shut and shoving them into your bag. “I can’t believe you.”

“What’s wrong with wanting to see my partner?”

“Because you’re saying your needs are more important than my dreams.”

“I’m not saying that at all!” Spencer shouted back, his own anger at the situation bubbling over until he could no longer contain the excess. “You’re taking everything out of proportion!”

“No, I’m really not! You don’t understand!”

“Then help me understand, Y/N!”

“Around you, I feel like a fucking idiot!” you screamed, effectively shocking Spencer into silence. “I can’t take it anymore! You’re constantly hovering over me, and looking over my work and I can see that you know all the answers already! I see you get annoyed when I have to study so much, and I know you don’t get that I really need all of that study time to be successful. It’s hurting to be around you through this.”

“Then don’t be around me.”

As soon as the words crossed his lips, Spencer wished he could stuff them back in, to erase any memory of them from your mind. He saw the moment they hit you though—saw how you reeled back as though from a physical blow.

“So that’s it? I said I didn’t like what you were doing and you just want me gone?”

“I love you,” Spencer admitted, feeling the panic building up in him already, “that’s not what I meant.”

“But that’s what you said.”

“You said you couldn’t take being around me,” Spencer shot back, allowing the hurt to wrap around his chest and squeeze tight. So many people had told him that over the years, but never once had he ever thought he’d hear it from you.

“Maybe you’re right,” you sighed, sending worry straight through him. Spencer didn’t want to be right, not now, not when that would mean losing you. “Maybe it’s too much for us right now. You just started your crazy FBI job, I’m in the middle of med school. Maybe we just...shouldn’t be together right now.”

“We can make it work, Y/N,” Spencer tried, feeling tears building in his eyes that matched your own. How could this night possibly have gone so horribly?

“What, like we’ve been making it work all year? I hardly see you, and when I do it’s when I’m doing work. You can’t honestly tell me you like how we’ve been living this year.”

And no, he couldn’t. Truthfully, it had felt more lonely knowing you were meant to be beside him than if Spencer had just been alone in the first place. He’d grown used to always having his arms wrapped around you in bed, he got used to seeing you first thing in the morning and last thing at night. He’d grown accustomed to meals together, and watching movies or reading books together. And honestly, Spencer couldn’t remember the last time you both had done that without thinking of work or school.

Maybe it was for the best.

“After you graduate, then?” Spencer tried weakly, wanting nothing more than to wrap his arms around you and wipe away those tears. He was the cause of them though, and somehow that hurt worse than any injury he’d sustained in the field thus far.

“Spencer, after that is internships and residencies. I don’t...maybe we’re not cut out for this. I think it’s too hard,” you admitted, looking down at your fuzzy socked feet in favor of looking at him. “I love you, so much, but sometimes that’s not enough.”

Spencer was convinced nothing he’d ever hear would ever be as painful as that. When his father had left, he’d always assumed that was a rare circumstance. His mom still loved William but neither she nor Spencer was enough to make him stay, but that hadn’t meant all love was destined to work that way, right? There was a reason his mom told him only of the good parts of love, of how when he found someone it would be easy.

Though, as you left to pack an overnight bag, Spencer knew that he didn’t want easy if it meant losing you.

“No,” Spencer called out, hurrying into the bedroom where you were gathering a few of your most important belongings. “Y/N, it’s always enough. I love you and you love me, so we can figure the rest out.”

“Spencer, we tried, and look where it got us?”

“Do you only ever try one idea in a lab and just, give up when it doesn’t work?” Spencer sighed, stepping closer and resting his hand over yours on the bag to stop your movements. “Remember when you first moved in with me in LA?”

“Yes,” you answered, laughing through the tears still sliding down your cheeks, “it was a nightmare for the first month.”

“I didn’t think we were going to make it through that,” Spencer added, “I thought maybe we weren’t meant to be together if living in the same apartment was so difficult.”

“And I told you love was worth the work.” You found the same conclusion he did, finally stepping back from the clothes you were shoving into the backpack. “This is gonna be hard.”

“I never liked it when things were easy,” Spencer admitted, smiling to match yours. With a smile like that, you were absolutely radiant. Never mind the puffy face from crying or the ratty old t-shirt of his you wore: this was you at your most beautiful.

“Okay, we can make this work.”

It wasn’t easy. The two of you wrote out your schedules the best you could on the fridge and promised a certain amount of each week to be spent with each other (cases willing). When you were studying, Spencer would read on the armchair rather than beside you on the couch, and sometimes even then you’d tell him you were studying in the bedroom for some more privacy.

It was you who left the first note, a gently scribbled ‘good morning’ on a post-it stuck to the bathroom mirror when you had to leave early for a rotation. Spencer would leave the next one—an ‘i love you to the end of the galaxy’ in messier scrawl on a post-it just below yours. Eventually, the entire perimeter of the mirror was covered in little messages left to one another when you felt a little more like ships passing in the night.

And eventually, it did finally become easier. There were still long nights and early mornings, times when Spencer longed to be able to help you, and times when you’d remind him that just being there with you was enough.

And when the world seemed much too scary and difficult Spencer knew he had you to hold onto, just as he had for so long before and would for years to come.

Though you’d been dreaming of the day for years, when it finally came it didn’t feel real.

People around you were constantly congratulating you but honestly, all you could think about was how heavy the white coat felt on your shoulders. You’d been wearing it for years now, but suddenly it felt as strange as it had when you’d been handed it at the start of medical school. Suddenly you weren’t a student anymore.

All they had done was say your name while on a stage, but somehow it felt like your entire life had changed. You were Dr. L/N and now soon enough you’d have your own patients to take care of. Long past were the days of calling yourself a student to get out of hard situations—soon you’d be the one the student doctors came to for assistance.

After so many years of hard work, you had finally made it.

“Congratulations,” a voice you’d know anywhere spoke up. You turned, already smiling as you saw Spencer standing there with a bouquet of daisies. “I was going to get you roses, but I thought daisies were more fitting. They symbolize new beginnings.”

And God, sometimes your boyfriend was perfect. There were always times when you two fought, but you couldn’t imagine anyone else celebrating with you now. He’d been the one to put up with the stressful days and neverending exams, the one who held you and reminded you that taking care of your body was just as important as the work.

Spencer was the one you’d practically grown up with through college, learning about each other just as you were learning who you were yourself.

“Thank you, Spence,” you told him, reaching out to hug him tightly. There were so many things you wanted to say, but already your lip was trembling. So you squeezed tighter, hoping he would understand. “I wouldn’t have gotten here without you.”

“You would’ve,” Spencer was quick to correct, “you’re absolutely brilliant and I am thankful every day that you chose me.”

“I’d choose you every time, no matter what.” It had been terrifying, that one night two years ago when you thought everything was going to fall apart. It hadn’t seemed right at the time, but God you were glad you’d stayed. Every ounce of hurt and stress made this moment all the more special—a day you’d look back on forever with a smile.

“There’s one more thing,” Spencer told you sheepishly, holding out a small rectangular box, “Penelope helped me wrap it.”

“That explains the wrapping paper with dogs in white coats,” you laughed, knowing the rest of Spencer’s team was in the room somewhere. They’d accepted you two into the family easily, loudly proclaiming that you were great additions to an already great BAU family. You’d never quite understood how coworkers could feel like family until Spencer had nervously brought you to a team dinner one night. After that, you knew immediately either of you could go to anyone on the team for anything, no matter what.

Spencer was nervous. You tried not to notice it as your fingers worked at the packaging, but Spencer was shifting on the balls of his feet, his fingers messing with themselves and eyes staring intently at the box in your hands.

It was a stethoscope, the tubing being the perfect shade of your favorite color. You already had one, but nothing could compare to one picked out special for you by the man you loved. “Spencer, it’s perfect,” you cooed, reaching around to loop it over your shoulders.

That was when you saw it.

It was easy to miss at first, but the reflections of the lights alerted you to the engraving in the metal of the stethoscope.

‘Will you marry me, Dr. L/N?’

When the words finally registered, you nearly dropped it. A hand came up to your mouth, looking to Spencer in preparation to ask him if it was a joke.

When you looked up at him again, though, he was on one knee in front of you. A crowd gathered now, every one special in your life there to witness this moment.

“I love you to the ends of the galaxy, Y/N,” Spencer began a hand coming up to wipe at the tears beginning to build around his eyes. “When we met all those years ago, I knew you were someone special, but I never knew how much you’d come to mean to me. I want to spend the rest of my life with you if you’d have me. So Y/N L/N, would you marry me?”

It was an easy decision. It had never been easy, but it had been a love like nothing you’d ever thought you’d get to experience in real life. You wanted to wake up to Spencer every day and know you both had chosen each other forever, you wanted each of you to go to work with a little reminder of the promise you made each other now. You wanted to continue learning and growing with him, spending each day a little better than the last.

You wanted to marry Spencer Reid.

“Yes, yes of course,” you told him through the tears, smiling through the kiss that Spencer was quick to give you. You held each other tightly and it was like the rest of the room disappeared—all the cheers and claps melted away to leave just you and the man you loved dearly.

“I love you, Spencer,” you told him.

“I love you too,” Spencer answered easily, convinced he’d never let go of your hand all night, “I can’t wait to be your husband, Dr. L/N.”

And suddenly, all of the hardship seemed worth it for this moment of pure joy.

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[spurgie-cousin]

Regarding your answer about the pink shirts. It’s insane to me that the Bates are fundie lite. If anyone would behave only 50% like them here in Germany, people would call them more than crazy. But anyways can you explain why they are fundielite and give an example of not lite fundies? Thanks!

"Fundie lite" doesn't mean they're not still super conservative or that they share the beliefs of mainstream Christianity, it is just used to differentiate between (what I consider) the true blue religious fundamentalism and people who only incorporate parts of Christian fundamentalism into their religious practice.

I could do a whole point-by-point comparison (and probably have before knowing me) but the main difference to me is that serious fundamentalists have a black and white understanding of good and evil with very little room for compromise, whereas fundie lites pick and choose aspects of fundamentalism as it suits them and reject the parts they don't want to follow. I consider the 1st generation of Duggars and Bates true Christian fundamentalists, for example, whereas 90% of their kids I'd consider fundie lite.

Examples I can think of:

The Duggar and Bates parents' had a commitment to keeping their families separate from secular society at every opportunity (homeschool, censored media, only fraternizing with other kids at family conferences and other church-sanctioned events). Most of the kids haven't maintained that hard line (Jill D allowing her kids to go to public school, the 2nd gen Bates allowing their kids to watch and listen to secular media, etc).

Michelle and Kelly Jo are strict gender-specific dress code adherents bc they find it integral to being a good Christian, but most of their female children have (fortunately) decided for themselves to not carry that on bc it doesn't serve them (and I'm assuming that also means they don't think dress has much to do with how good of a Christian you are).

Both the Bates and Duggar families were strict "leave it up to god" people as far as having kids, another decision they made because they thought it had moral implications. And again, we've seen evidence of family planning with the 2nd gen kids who decided that they didn't believe you needed to have a baby at every opportunity to be a good Christian.

Another example I always use when I'm feeling less long-winded is the Amish vs Mennonites because people often lump them into the same category but they're really very different: The Amish have a very black and white view of what is and is not accepted to participate in their religion and there isn't a lot of room for compromise. Mennonites on the other hand can be just as strict as the Amish in some areas, but completely progressive in others, and that varies from family to family so there's a lot of grey area in their religion. But people see the similarities and assume they operate the same way.

Anyway I hope that makes sense this is one of those areas where I can start talking for forever and forget to make my point lol.

[shingia]

Could I request Kuroo, Bokuto, Tsukishima, Sakusa, Miya twins, and Tendou with a reader who used to self harm but was sober for a while, only to relapse after they left bc of a huge argument then please and thanks? Sorry if that’s really intense tho. And thank u for being so nice🙂💞

[𝐓𝐖] 𝐒/𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅-𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌

ok i reaaally hope this is what you expected. i didn’t know what kind of ending you wanted but i decided that you, my friend, needed comfort, so i gave you comfort because you deserve it ❤️️

i hope reading this will make you feel better! kisses on your nose ❤️️

type : (strong) angst | word count : 4.4K

warnings : mentions of self-harm, depiction of depressive behavior (plz do not read if any of these might trigger something, i want you all to be safe <3)

⇀ 𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨

« fuck you, kuroo. fuck. you. ». those were the last words you had told him. they had hurt, but they were nothing compared to the last words he had told you, the words that kept playing over and over in your head as you slowly felt yourself drift to your old habits again : « i’m done with you ».

was it your fault ? did you push him over the edge ? you had many questions to ask kuroo, but he wasn’t there to answer anymore. so these thoughts were left spiraling in your head as you started to lose balance between love and pain. because his love used to be the cure to your pain. so now what ? what were you supposed to do other than going back to your old habits ? you couldn’t think of any answer.

on monday morning, you woke up thirty minutes earlier because, first of all, you needed some time for the swelling of your eyes to go down, and second of all, you needed to mentally prepare yourself to see kuroo again. it had been two days since your fight, and he had not manifested himself once. it seemed to be well and truly over ; and that thought had been the main cause of the collapsing of your mental strength over the last two days.

during your first period, although you were avoiding his gaze, kuroo couldn’t help but cast glances in your direction. because he knew you better than anyone, and he could only imagine how hurt you were.

but he really started to get suspicious when he noticed you were not raising your hand to correct today’s homework. he had helped you with that last week, and you had told him that you felt confident enough to propose your correction to the class ; which rarely happened. so why weren’t you raising your hand ?

he had a bad feeling about the answer… he didn’t care about giving you quick glances anymore, he just stared at your arms until one of your movements would make your sleeve reveal just a few inches of your skin.

and he was horrified to have his fears confirmed. the cuts that he had so often kissed while holding you in his arms were back. and he knew it was all because of him. and although his first thought was that it was not his job to heal them anymore, he couldn’t bring himself to act unbothered.

he had loved you for long enough to know that you needed him right now. or maybe he still loved you ? it was not clear, but it didn’t matter right now. what mattered was that he needed you to listen to what he wanted to say, even if that was the last thing you accepted to hear from him.

« y/n, we need to talk » he told you once you got out of the classroom. you looked up at him ; his face was unusually austere. he carefully grabbed your shoulder and took you away from everyone else. 

« i can’t… i couldn’t walk out of there pretending like i didn’t see what your arms looked like » he started. « now listen, i know i fucked up, but i still care. and you still matter. whatever our relationship is doesn’t define you and most importantly, these don’t define you » he pointed at your wrists, his brows furrowed with concern. « so please, i’m begging you, keep in mind that i’m always here if you need to talk. always. and if you don’t want to talk to me that’s fine, but in that case, please find someone else. for the sake of everything we've been through together, don't let everything you’ve accomplished go to waste » and he wrapped his arms around you in the strongest hug he had ever given.

⇀ 𝐛𝐨𝐤𝐮𝐭𝐨

it had already been a week. and bokuto had absolutely no idea what to do. call you ? text you ? probably not. what would he even say ? « hi, sorry for slamming the door in your face after screaming at you for fifteen minutes. am i still your boyfriend ? » awful idea.

and while bokuto was pondering every option he had left to get in touch with you, you were left in the darkest place of your mind. and you hadn’t felt like that in a few months. because bokuto used to always be there, his number on speed dial whenever you feared you would relapse. and thanks to his unwavering support, you hadn’t. but was there anything in this world that was truly unwavering ? you really started to doubt it. and now that bokuto had left you, what could carry the pain away ? whatever the answer was, you were in no condition to think rationally about it.

you remembered how he used to celebrate every improvement in your mental health, how strong of a cornerstone he had been for you. and just the fact of not knowing where you guys were at after your fight was enough to make you feel like you were drowning again.

you were overflowing with emotions that you thought you couldn’t control, and apart from holding on tight to bokuto’s chest, you only knew one way to feel better.

you loved him, you really did. but after a week without hearing from him, you started to think that maybe his feelings were not as real as he pretended they were. and how could you not blame him for that ? for letting you down so fast ?

curled up in your bed, tears were streaming down your face ; because you felt weaker than you had promised yourself to be. you were exhausted, in every sense of the word, yet there was still a tiny bit of strength left in your body that made you grab your phone and open your conversation with bokuto. the last message was a bitter pill to swallow : « no problem babe, i’m always here for you ». it was just a week ago but it felt like an eternity had passed. your fingers started slowly typing on the screen and immediately hit sent, knowing that you would second guess your message if you re-read it. « can we talk? », just three words, it was the maximum you could get off of your chest right now.

but bokuto did not answer. for the simple reason that he was too busy catching his breath in front of your door. he frantically knocked, not stopping until you opened it.

« oh my god, are you okay ?! » he exclaimed, patting your entire body like he wanted to make sure you were well and truly there. and once he had made sure of that, he pulled you against his chest like he wasn’t planning on letting you go ever again. « did- did you… » he ventured to ask, not wanting to finish his sentence precisely because he was afraid of your answer. but when he heard you let out a muffled sob against his chest, his fears instantly got replaced by guilt. more than he had ever felt. « you’re alright, i got you. i got you now… » he murmured, his hands stroking your back tenderly. « we’ll get through this together, ok ? we’ll show the world how strong you are. because i know you are. »

⇀ 𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐬𝐚

yes, sakusa had run away. and he was glad he had. because he knew how hurtful he could be with his words, and he had enough respect not to inflict that to you. but as he made his way back home, doubt started installing in his head. what if he shouldn’t have left you after your fight ? he immediately shook the thought away. no, you were good now. you were better. nothing like who you were when he met you.

and sakusa could be very convincing when he needed to, including with himself. that’s why he didn’t get in touch with you for the next three days, because he thought you just needed some time for yourself.

but when he received a worried text from komori when he got out of the gym after practice, he changed his mind within seconds. « i just saw y/n, something felt off. maybe you should check on them ? ».

sakusa felt a wave of guilt descend upon of him. of course he should. it was his fucking job to offer you his help, even when he thought you didn’t need it. and especially when he knew what you had already been through. he cursed himself all the way to your house, where he could only imagine how lonely you felt. not wanting to waste any more time, he pulled out his phone to call you. and heaved a relieved sigh at the sound of your voice : « hey, are you ok ? like, right now are you doing ok ? » he asked hastily. 

you sat on your bed and rubbed your strained eyes, fiddling with the cloth of your t-shirt. « i- yeah, i’m good… » you lied. « i’m at your door, open up please, i gotta see you » he said before hanging up.

you knew sakusa was not going to take no for an answer. so, after wiping your tears and putting on a long-sleeved hoodie and sweatpants, you went to open the door. 

« hi… » you uttered quietly. sakusa didn’t dare to move. he had been so determined to get to your house, but now that you were standing in front of him, he wasn’t so sure of what he was supposed to do.

you decided to be the first to break the silence,  « i’m okay. and i’m sorr… » « sorry. about everything. » he pre-empted you. seeing you like this made him fear the worst. so he gently grabbed your wrists like he wanted to hold your hands, when in reality he just wanted to confirm his thoughts. and when he saw you stiffen at his touch, he knew he had guessed right. « come here » he whispered before going in for a hug. but you pulled away at the last second. « can we… go to my room ? i- i feel better there » you asked timidly.

he didn’t even answer and simply wrapped his arm around your shoulder before taking you to your bedroom where you immediately curled up on your bed. you didn’t want sakusa to see you like this, but you were in no position to fight back anymore. quietly, he laid beside you and pulled you in a warm embrace, just tight enough to let you know that he got you now. 

when he noticed you were trying to find something to say, to explain yourself, he shushed you with a kiss on your shoulder. « you don’t have to speak if you don’t want to. but i want you to listen to me very carefully : don’t ever think that you’re back to square one now. you’ve dealt with this before, you’ve grown and you can do it again as long as you promise yourself to get back up. and i won’t leave your side. you deserve so much more than what you give yourself, and i’m here to remind you »

⇀ 𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚

tsukishima’s pride was important to him, everyone knew it. the only thing he valued as much as his pride was probably you. but during your arguments, the scale always tipped in his pride’s favor, you simply could not compete.

but surprisingly enough, it was you who had told him to go away after getting in the most heated argument you had ever had. and he didn’t have to be told twice : you had shattered his beloved pride, and he was not going to stay here begging for your mercy.

he still loved you, but he also had no problem ignoring you at school. yet for some reason, this argument didn’t sit well with him. well, no arguments ever sat well with him, but today felt different. 

ignoring you was one of the most hurtful things tsukishima could ever do to you. he had helped you through so much, and suddenly becoming a stranger to him was slowly bringing you back down.

« it’s just one time, i won’t relapse » you thought the first time you tried to cope with the pain the way you used to. but you feared it wouldn’t be just one time. you were diving into what you had said goodbye to ; but now that tsukishima was ignoring you, there was no one to stop you from falling, right ? 

well, that would have been true if he hadn’t kept a discreet but attentive eye on you. which is why he knew very well that you had gone back to your old habits. and he needed to do something about it.

but he wasn’t good with words, and he feared that actions would not be enough this time. he needed something more permanent, something that you could keep with you all the time. so he decided to do something he had never done before, and gave it to you as soon as it was done…

receiving a letter from tsukishima was definitely not something you expected. but what was written in it was even less expected.

« i’m not the best at this kind of stuff, but… i really need you to stop being so hard on yourself. i know it’s not something i usually say, but i fell in love with you because i learned to love your imperfections. and you have to start doing the same about yourself. please. and if you need to be held, to be listened to, i’ll be there. but i wanted to write something because i want you to be able to read this as much as you need, as much as you want. i want you to get better, but even more than that, i want you to want to get better. you can do it, i believe in you more than you can think. please come to me if you need it. i love you ».

the tears that streamed down your face had a salty taste, but for the first time in a long time, they tasted like hope as well. and the next time you came face to face with yourself and your thoughts, your eyes found find their way back to the letter, and you knew that there were people that still believed in you, counted on you, loved you. tsukki was just the first one of a long list. (<3)

⇀ 𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮

he had been there through everything. more than you would have imagined. which is probably why you felt desperately empty ever since he got so angry at you that he left without looking back. but at the time, it simply had not crossed his mind that you would suffer so deeply from his words.

but you did. a lot. and that was the reason you found yourself crying on your bedroom floor, not even able to be mad at anyone but yourself.

still oblivious to the true damage, atsumu thought he could get back to you by pretending like nothing had happened. he often did that because, to him, what was in the past belonged in the past. except that today, and in your situation, it could not work.

« wanna grab something to eat ? » was the first text he sent you. and you didn’t feel like answering, so you didn’t. « are you still mad ? i’m not <3 » was the second one. but you still didn’t feel like answering. maybe it was your fault ? maybe you were overreacting while you were just supposed to play it cool like he did ? but you would have played it cool if you knew how to.

when atsumu decided to go to your house, it was initially to apologize in person. he had not planned on seeing you looking the way you did, which was a heart-wrenching reminder of the dark period of time you had gotten through together. but here he was, standing in front of you, feeling more helpless than ever. he knew too well the look into your eyes, one that he hadn’t seen in a long time. 

he dropped the pack of snacks he was holding in his hands before cupping your cheeks. « oh no, no, no. i fucked up, didn’t i ? i am… so so so sorry. c-can you forgive me ? » he stammered, absolute panic in his eyes as he took you in his arms. why would i have to forgive you ? you thought. i’m the only one to blame. 

but atsumu seemed to also hear the things you didn’t say, and he refused to let you feel guilty for anything. ever so gently, he took your hands in his before placing the softest kisses on your wrists that were still covered by the sleeves of your hoodie. « i probably won’t ever forgive myself for leaving you alone. but promise me you’ll always come to me if you need help, or any kind of support, hugs, kisses… you name it. i’ll be your coping mechanism, and i’ll be the best you’ve ever had »

and he kept holding you for a long time, at least until he felt your breath become steady again. and if you thought atsumu was doting before, prepare yourself to be even more amazed now.

⇀ 𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮

fighting with osamu was not frequent, fortunately. but when fights occured, it was bad. really bad. he tended to think that you could endure as much as atsumu when it came to harsh words ; but you couldn’t.

kind of like his brother, samu had a tendency to leave the past behind and pretend like nothing happened when he got in touch with you after a fight. and that’s what he did a week ago, after one of the biggest arguments that you had ever had.

too happy that he seemed to still want to be your boyfriend, you didn’t have the courage to tell him how you had gone back to your old habits during the time you were on bad terms. but as they said, old habits died hard, and your destructive thoughts were still very present even when things seemed to have gotten back to normal.

yet samu was not blind, and he noticed that you were acting a bit more distant since last week, since your fight. but he still thought that your problems could be solved by just keeping on pretending like everything was ok. and eventually, things would turn out ok by themselves, right ?

you were laying on his bed, turned on your side as you scrolled on your phone. usually you would have had an arm swung around him, but you didn’t want to take any risk, so you kept your distances. 

« hey, come closer baby. we’ve barely cuddled today » he told you before lazily wrapping his arm around your waist.

feeling nervous, you swallowed the lump in your throat before putting your phone on the nightstand. « i’m going to sleep, samu », you said, stretching your arm to turn off the light.

but he was quicker than you and gently grabbed your arm, careful not to apply any pressure on it. his eyes widened, he had barely seen your wrist but it had been enough to notice that the scars were recent. he put two and two together and looked at you dead in the eyes ; you looked ashamed, and it broke his heart. « when did y- was it because of me ? » he asked, his voice faintly shaking. you pulled away from his hand and held your arm against you, sinking in the pillow. « no, of course not. it’s nothing » you breathed out, looking away to avoid his gaze. but he was quick to make you face him again, with a slight pressure of his fingertips on your red cheeks. « there’s only one thing that i hate more than seeing you in pain. it’s knowing that i caused this pain. let me help you, y/n. please. you deserve to feel better. i’m sorry i didn’t give you as much love as you gave me. and i’m sorry for behaving like an asshole when you needed me. just… fuck, i just love you ».

tears started prickling the corner of your eyes, but he saw you trying to hold them back. with the most gentle look in his eyes, he proposed to turn off the light if it made you feel better. and you nodded ; you knew that you’d eventually had to have a face-to-face conversation with him. it was the only way to get better. but right now you just wanted to be held without thinking about what he’d see. or wouldn’t see.

so he turned off the light and let yourself get comfortable in bed before wrapping you in his embrace once again. his soft breath against your neck was obviously not enough to make all your pain magically go away, but it let you know that he had your back. and it was all that mattered.

⇀ 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮

« i don’t want to do this anymore, y/n ! » tendou had yelled, making this sentence the peak of your argument. six words, and they were on replay in your minds since four days. you couldn’t believe that almost two years of relationship had ended so abruptly. but you had to face the truth : tendou had enough of you. and obviously you linked that to the turbulent start of your relationship. you knew it hadn’t been easy for him to deal with your self harm when you had just started dating. yet he had managed to make you feel so much better that you had been sober for about a year, all thanks to him. but maybe you hadn’t been grateful enough ? maybe that was why he had decided to end things now ?

the only thing you knew for sure was that he was gone, and you felt like you had lost your anchor.

you had spent the weekend in your dorm, and it had been a painful weekend. so painful that you did not get out of bed on monday morning ; it was just too much to handle. deep down you knew that you were not handling your problems the right way… and escaping reality was not viable.

but little did you know that tendou wanted nothing more than to see you again in the hallways and finally have a heart-to-heart conversation with you. and when he didn’t see you in class, he started to freak out. he knew how it was to feel alone and rejected ; and he started to fear that he had caused you to feel exactly that. so he did not follow his friends to the cafeteria at lunch and headed to your dorm instead, hoping that you’d open the door.

and you did. thank god you did. but panic started bubbling in his chest when his eyes laid on your face.

« alright, come here » he told you with a forced smile before pulling you in his embrace. truthfully, he didn’t feel like smiling, but he knew that the last thing you needed was to think you made him feel bad. when he was with you, his main goal was to cheer you up, he’d deal with himself later. « angel… did you do it again ? » he asked, his tone being the furthest thing from judgmental. you muttered a quiet apology, your face buried in his white uniform jacket. but something lingered on your mind. angel ? it sounded right, but you knew it wasn’t. not anymore. « don’t apologize ! the only person you owe an apology to is yourself » he whispered against your ear. slowly, he put his hands on your waist before bringing you to your bed where he sat right next to you, still refusing to take his hands off of your body.

 « tendou, you don’t have to do this… » you muttered, knowing that you weren’t supposed to be this close anymore. « i’m your ex, you don’t owe me anything ».

he immediately looked down to meet your eyes, an eyebrow raised in confusion. « your ex ? wh- you think i broke up with you ? y/n, when i said that i didn’t want to do this anymore, i was talking about fighting with you ! i’m sorry, i should have texted you these last few days, but i thought you wouldn’t want to talk to me »

a tear rolled down your cheek. tendou’s words sounded like heaven right now. maybe you weren’t alone after all ?

« now, do you need me to get you something ? band-aids ? anything ? » he asked, caressing your hair with his right hand. you nodded your head no and kept your head buried in his neck, like you were waiting for his scent to go to your head. « i know you’ve been through a lot, and i’m proud of you no matter what. but, you know… even though i have enough love for the both of us, i’d really want you to have enough love for yourself » he said and placed a kiss on top of your head, waiting for you to say something. but he sensed that you were not ready yet. and he was ok with that, the last thing he wanted to do was to pressure you. it was going to be a long path, but you had already done it, and you were going to do it again. and he’d be there the whole time.

ok so if you’ve read until there it probably means that you needed comfort (i hope i have given you enough) : so if you are in this situation yourself, PLEASE don’t be afraid to ask for help, you can and you will get better. i’m rooting for you like saeko roots for karasuno ❤️️

@toworuu (didn’t forget about you ^^)

[needleandhammer]

Prism

Pairing: Robert Pronge x Reader; featuring Jake Jensen

Warnings: 18+ only, dark fic, non-con touch, kidnapping, it's Freezy so yeah

Notes: Happy spooky season! I cannot believe the writers I am following have led me onto the Freezy Train 😳

For a year, you worked alongside Jake. He came through your office suite to set up new computers one morning. Designated the unofficial tech responder, you reached out to him often, asked questions politely and endlessly until he resigned himself to visiting your office multiple times per week. Somehow, the two of you ended up having lunch together as he listened to you grumble about coworkers adverse to seeking technological solutions on their own. Then going to happy hour together. Then texting each other; Jake followed your lead until the two of you could speak in memes and emojis.

Your friend abruptly left his job a few months ago. With no response to your text messages, you swallowed down the disappointment of losing touch with a friend when adulting kept your circle so small already. You only hoped he was okay.

Now, after a late night at the office, your coworker Carter lies unconscious in your peripheral. The person responsible for knocking out Carter stalks toward you. You’re scrambling around your desk trying to keep distance between him and you, this stranger with scraggly hair hanging over a pair of thick spectacles.

You’re so startled, mind trying to salvage some kind of escape plan that you haven’t even tried yelling for help. You hurl a solid glass paperweight at him. Air rushes up your throat – a scream working its way out when you see him dodge and strike forward at you. His hands circle your wrist, you’re yanked against him and a painful blow to the base of your neck sends you sinking into blackness.

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You wake with a start. Where are you?

Your hands roam, grasping lightly across your body in search of any new injuries while you breathe past the lingering pain at the back of your head. At least it wasn’t bleeding. Assured that you were able to stand and move with relative ease, you’re on your feet and tiptoeing to the door of the bedroom. Your shoes are gone, dammit.

You swallow hard, breathing deep against grogginess and the aching pulse at the base of your skull. That fucker isn’t here so you need to act.

Go out that door.

Wait. You need something. A weapon. Anything.

A shaky breath forces your stark fear at bay as you look around the room. You make it to the open closet door.

A pink color halts you physically and mentally. Pink. You collapse to your knees and grasp at the cotton fabric. The word printed on the pink shirt triggers a breathless sob that you can’t control.

Petunias

Oh gods, did this deranged man kidnap Jake too? What can he possibly want with you and your friend? Is Jake in some kind of trouble? Questions bombard your mind, tangling into nothing that makes sense. Your head aches. Your limbs feel weak. Has it been long enough that your body has weakened from lack of nourishment?

Beneath another shirt, you discover a scraggly object. It’s chestnut colored, wavy strands that sends a creeping shivering down your spine. You quickly drop the Petunias t-shirt over it, as if to hide some vile creature from sight, and peer around the room again.

Damn it. No light décor or metal objects you can arm yourself with. You’ll have to be quick.

The door gives a creak when you swing it open, revealing a small galley kitchen.

Your heart skips – dread douses you – you freeze when you see the figure standing opposite you at the far end of this small building. He turns, arms falling from the curtained window, to look at you.

You reel backward; your hands reach and claw for something, anything that might help you in this horrible circumstance.

Right back where you started. You made it barely a foot out of your prison.

Your captor descends upon you. You shriek, push and shove against him but his weight follows you, presses you down on the bed.

His palm stifles your cries while he easily restrains you.

“Awake are we?”

You shake your head. You don’t want to hear his voice. You close your eyes. You don’t want to look at him – afraid that your eyes are deceiving you.

He tsks. “Don’t be a brat. We can make this part quick.”

Growling, you shake his hand away and snap at him. “What the fuck are you talking about? Let me go.”

He scoffs at the additional impolite names you call him.

Panting, you glare at him. “What do you want?”

“You gonna play nice?”

You try to headbutt him.

He sighs in irritation.

Your wrists are snuggly wrapped and tied to one bed post. You lean away from him as much as possible where you sit on a corner of the mattress, cutting him with a glare.

He still hasn’t answered you. That cold dread weighs down in your gut as you force another question out.

“What did you do to Jake?”

“Jake?” His smile grows.

“Don’t play with me! That’s his shirt. He – he has a family. His sister and niece, they’re…” Your words die on your lips as he starts laughing.

“Oh, sugar,” he says with a fond look your way. “Time to break the bad news to you. Your buddy Jake is…Well, you wanna take a guess?”

“You hurt him?”

The cold smile does not waver. You swallow down the lump in your throat. You already know the answer.

“C’mon. Don’t leave me hanging,” he purrs at you, waiting for your next guess.

You’re not ready to accept it, despite the tangible evidence in front of you. Despite the bright t-shirt lying in the closet. Covering the brunette wig. It can’t be true.

This man’s face, his nose, his lips. You feel like you’re going mad as you keep being pulled back to those blue eyes. The glasses are gone; you can see his full brows, the aquamarine of his irises. That laugh that sounded wrong, even though the tenor flows through you in familiar waves.

His hair is now a natural deep brown. It's shorter, lacking the gel that previously held it up in blonde spikes. The wig must have just been a precaution for when he showed up at your office. And his facial hair is grown out more evenly and that alone could have transformed the man you thought you knew.

He disappeared months ago.

You study his eyes – you know their exact color – and recognize the mirth glinting beneath dark lashes. But your heart starts racing when his signature crooked smile doesn’t appear. Instead, a hard smirk twists his face into a stranger.

“Jake…” Maybe you hope invoking his name as you know it will make this all go away - will make the world make sense again. Maybe you want to cling to an impossible salvation.

He scoffs softly, a quiet murmur of your name on his lips, almost remorseful. Almost.

“The name’s Robert.”

Gone is the awkward, clumsy colleague you had grown close to. The man you formed a slow companionship with during late office hours sharing fast food while ranting about administration or complaining about the local asshole that stood at the corner of your block shouting right-wing rhetoric to people trying to get to work.

Gone is Jake Jensen, the cute nerd you called friend.

Robert Pronge closes in, looms before you. His fingers skim your jawline before he grips your face tight, deliberate.

“I couldn’t leave you behind,” he says, dipping even closer so his lips graze your cheek. You grow stiff at the gentle affection. His grip loosens enough that you can drop your gaze.

“I…d-don’t know you.” You don’t know this man. “I don’t.”

Robert watches as you press your forehead to your hands. He supposes it’s normal - you haven’t arrived at acceptance of reality yet. Your frame clenches with stress, the physiological response to danger. Robert has witnessed this countless times with countless hits.

A breathy chuckle tickles your skin. He knew you well enough at this point. “You’re a smart one, sugar.”

“No, no, no…”

“And you know now that ole Jake Jensen. Never existed.”

Faced with this man’s remorseless confession, you steel yourself for the inevitable.

“Are you – are you going to kill me?” You raise your eyes. You'll look at this man's face one last time, you won't be deceived in your final moments.

That dark chuckle returns.

“You think I risked showing up in town just for a quick kill?"

He cages you in, enclosing you between arms thick with muscle.

"No, sugar. Wouldn’t wanna waste a sweet thing like you.”

His mouth is on yours and for several seconds, the heated, hungry pressure stuns you. Confuses you. You squawk at the sensation of him probing for a deeper taste, and start twisting out of his hold.

Strong fingers tighten in your hair and make you whimper in pain, stilling enough for his tongue to delve into your mouth.

A quiet moan of satisfaction rumbles through Robert when he accesses the hot taste of you for the first time.

Robert decided long ago. Once his mask is peeled back – that blonde, chirpy mask – he’s taking you as his. And he’ll make sure you get to know the real him intimately.

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A/N: Hurrah! I have been wanting to write a Jekyll and Hyde inspired fic for a while. Tis the season and all, so I present to you all: "Jensen and Pronge." muahahaha. I am trying to plan this out as a multipart fic. 😏 I'm gonna try to make this soft!dark bc that's the kind of shit I'm into.

[omiiomiaaus]

Ahh some who writes for aone!!! My polar bear needs more love!!!❤️ could I request an HC where you surprise aone st practice but the team doesn’t know who you are and there like 👀 aone is talking and smiling and omg did he just kiss someone?? Typa of vibe? I hope that makes sense LOL thank you again for writing!!🥰

Did he just... kiss someone?

(Aone takanobu)

I’m excited for this one I’m gonna make it kinda funny but omggg yess bby needs screen time and more loveeee I kinda made it more about the boys reaction rather than interaction with aone hope that’s okay.

Okay so...

You were bored one day and decided to visit him at practice

What else would you do text him? Boring !

Strutting into the gym you go sit on the bleachers with everyone staring.

“Umm who tf is that?” Futakuchi said

“Are fans aloud at practice?” - kogane

You see aone and wave to him

NFJGNG he’s like walking over all scary and shit

But it’s cute to you 🥺

“Oh no he’s gonna scare them away” - futakuchi

“Wait wait don’t be mean to fans” - kogane

He would be surprised to see you here

You weren’t hiding your relationship but it wasn’t exactly out there

Everyone’s probably cringing because oh my god aone is probably gonna embarrass you unintentionally when he tells you to get out

He walked up to you and said hi

He’s not necessarily shy he’s just reserved

You stand up from the bleacher and stood on the bench to hug him (yknow he’s huge lol)

The team: HUH???????

You’re surprised when he leans down to kiss you.

He never initiates kisses in public

Only when you’re alone 😏

Ummm ... did he just ? Did he just kiss someone?

Whole teams like: 😳😳😳😳😳😳😳

“Hey baby how’s practice so far���

He has his arms wrapped around you and nodded his head and “hmm” lol

You let him get back to practice

He goes back like nothing happened

Not even addressing anything LMAO

Futakuchi’s like : 🤨 am I the only one who saw that?

Kagonegawa in his head: 🤩 WOAH AONE JUST KISSED SONEONE

Futakuchi kept staring at him like UMM HELLO? You’re not gonna elaborate?

“What?” Aone said confused at his captains confused expression

“Who is that aone?”

“Oh that’s y/n”

“And who is y/n to you?”

“My partner” 🤠

“YOU HAVE A (GIRLFRIEND)(BOYFRIEND)???? - kogane

You snapped your head up when you heard this

Did they really not know?

I mean how could they? Y’all never show pda other than walking close to each other

And flirt with each other

I mean... aone always walks you to class..

And brings you food

And you do the same

Wait it’s all starting to make sense now

How did they never notice?

Oblivious boys

All of a sudden you see aone waving you over

Walking up to the group of LANKY boys 😌

“Hi” you awkwardly said staring up at them bc wow damn bean stocks

“Guys this is y/n, they’ll be watching us practice”

Wow he spoke more than three words

“Nice to meet you”

“How long have you two been dating?”

“And you actually speak.. to them?”

Enough questions asked that they’ll ever get the answers to

They were on a little break when aone came up to you and sat down

He leaned his head on your shoulder and stayed there

The fact that he was being affectionate towards you in front of his teammates was really heartwarming

He loved you that much to feel comfortable enough to do that

You could see his teammates occasionally look over and be shocked at what they’re seeing

Aone was letting lose

Only when you were around

Talking and laughing ... out loud

Was a sight to see

And the team hopes you’ll come around more often so they can see their intense middle blocker smile

FJTJGJGB I need to write more for aone

- Omi <3

[elysianslove]

Hi. Pls spare this thought of the batboys being teachers. Like wdyt they'd be like? Would they have favorites? (Who's getting the most crushes that lead nowhere lol) but most importantly... Which one adopts one of their students? Who pulls a Batman?!

THE LAST SENTENCE HABSJD ugh this ask made me nostalgic <//3 i miss my boys <//3

but yesyesyes i’d love to!!

so first, jason todd because he’s the easiest for me. he’s an english teacher idc. i love that headcanon of jason being a literature nerd im sorry. he’s that really attractive teacher that everyone just feels so comfortable around!! like they be telling him things he shouldn’t know and he’ll just have to go with it. super understanding too, but is also strict in the sense that he has their respect, you know? definitely is the type of teacher to let you sleep through his class if he’s been noticing you haven’t been doing very well for a while. his exams are hard though :( but they have a lot of creative freedom in them so there’s no really set right or wrong answer he just looks at how much thought you’ve put into something and how persuasive your answer is, etc.

damian wayne is a history teacher!! he makes the lesson interesting bc he always gets so lost in his explanations he’s just so cute ok. he tries to be strict but he really can’t be. like nobody’s scared of him. everyone at first when they find out they’re assigned as his students is like terrified cause they see him walking the hallways and he’s always scowling n stuff but he’s actually like!!! so nice!!! and unintentionally. like he’ll assign hw and his students will be like “but i have this this and that” and others will be like “pls sir no :(“ and he just shrugs and goes “ok.” but my god his exams are so HARD. like he asks the most detailed questions and for why 😐 for what damian 😐 definitely the teacher that nobody knows anything about and is like super mysterious. cares for his students but is very awkward about it.

— ALSO!!! damian substitutes in for the art teacher a lot, like so often (idk she was probably pregnant or something) and students adore him. he’s just like so quiet and gives really helpful advice that’s clear and straightforward and gives a lot of constructive criticism. artist damian wayne supremacy!

dick grayson is a math teacher and is the teacher that seems chill and so laidback and so fun but is so strict in class 😐 clickbait 😐 he’s so pretty to look at and literally everyone has a crush on him, both the students and the staff and the parents too. they just all love him so much he’s so charming. everyone flirts with him and he knows how to dodge it so flawlessly in that he doesn’t flirt back but he doesn’t painfully reject them either. he’s very, very good at explaining things and will simplify it so so much for everyone. and he also always stays back after school or during lunch for anyone that wants extra help he doesn’t mind at all!! sososo encouraging he’s literally just everyone’s dad

tim drake is a physics teacherrr gang. chillest teacher ever everyone always wants mr.drake as their physics teacher :( he is terrible at explaining though, just because he can’t like formulate proper sentences that describe what he’s trying to say. he himself understands the topics very well, he just doesn’t know how to phrase it in a way that makes it easy for everyone to understand too. writes really simple exams and just passes everyone!! once a week is mental health day where people can nap, read, chat, do whatever, while he grades papers. he usually wears turtlenecks and all but once he wore a button up and had the sleeves rolled up and a girl literally called out to him how hot he was lmfao

most likely to pull a batman and just take kids under his wing: dick grayson. coming in at a very close second is jason todd (he has potential he is just very awkward)

hope you liked this bubs mwah <3

[navegandoaciegas]

Insatiable

Kinktober 8/31: breeding kink

Pairing: mechanic!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Warnings: smut, explicit language, breeding kink, possessive!bucky, fluff, unprotected sex, oral sex.

Summary: You and your boyfriend want to have a baby, and he’s more than happy to keep trying.

A/N: day 8 of @itgetsdarksometimes35 spooky challenge + Kinktober.

The rich smell of motor oil and gas floods your senses the further you get inside Bucky’s shop, that same scent you’ve learnt to love on his skin when his chest presses against your face as he thrusts deep inside you, his hands digging in your hips, his whispers in your ear.

So perfect, I can’t wait to see you all swollen with my child.

You sigh at the memory, and look around cars, bikes and tools, no Bucky in sight.

“‘M here, bubbles.”

His strained voice reaches you, and you find him crouched under the hood of a car, his t-shirt long discarded somewhere in the shop, a cloth around his neck and grease and sweat all over his sculpted abs.

His denim jeans hang sinfully low on his hips, and your eyes inevitably trail down the patch of dark hair below his navel.

“That sure is a sight for sore eyes after a day of work.” you quip, stalking closer to him until your chest presses against his.

You raise a hand to his face, sweeping a tendril of chestnut hair out of his eyes. He gives you a soft smile, and gestures for you to peck his lips, which you happily do.

“You didn’t have to come tonight too sweetheart, I don’t want to take up all your nights.”

You huff, placing the bags of take out on the table nearby, unwrapping the foil containers.

You get a waft of the delicious food, and your stomach rumbles in response.

“We live together Buck, why would I stay home alone when I can be with you instead?”

Bucky beams, even if you can’t see him. He takes in the sight of you, all cute in a sundress, caring for him, bringing him food, offering your company while he works late nights.

He feels warmth blossom in his chest, and another kind of heat travel down south as his thoughts lose innocence.

Images of you wobbling around, all round with his baby, another propped in your arms. Little giggles and soft lullabies in your house, small hands clutching his, the big family he’s always dreamed about.

“So, I got tacos con carnitas, ench-”

You yelp when he spins you around, and you find yourself caged between his glistening chest and the table behind your back.

He hums, lowering his face to the side of your head, inhaling the sweet scent of your hair.

“I was thinking about a different kind of dinner, if that's alright with you bubbles.”

You giggle when he nuzzles the crook of your neck and his stubble grazes your skin, tickling you.

“You’re insatiable, Bucky Barnes.”

He chuckles, hands traveling from your waist to your ass, squeezing and kneading your soft flesh.

“You’re right, I can never get enough of you.” He murmurs against your throat, latching his mouth around your pulse point.

You let your head fall back as he keeps exploring your body, brushing his lips over your skin.

“I can never get enough of these.” He grunts, palming your breasts roughly, “This.” He keeps going, trailing kisses from your stomach to your belly.

“I can’t wait to see you all round with our baby, bubbles. All heavy with my child.”

He travels down south as your wanton moans fill the stop. You’re panting, writhing underneath his touch.

“I can never get enough of this sweet, tight pussy of yours babygirl.” He mumbles, falling to his knees and spreading your legs apart.

Your love is passionate yet gentle, and it always ends like this, either one of you on your knees, or one under the other. And you don’t mind at all.

He bunches your dress at your waist, exposing your lace thongs.

“Wore these just for me?” He asks, hooking his fingers around the waistband and pulling down, letting them pool at your feet.

“Who else would I wear them for?” You reply, feeling yourself get impatient of his teasing, your pussy throbbing in anticipation.

He slaps your ass, not satisfied with your answer, and the sound bounces off the wall.

“For you, Buck, wore these all for you, only you.” You pant, chest heaving.

He smirks up at you, and nips the tender skin of your inner thighs until he reaches your leaking cunt. You let out a moan when he delves in wet folds, tongue lapping around your bud and prodding at your entrance.

He latches his mouth around your swollen clit, suckling until you’re a moaning mess, torn between pleasure and oversensitivity.

“God, bubbles, you taste like fuckin’ heaven.” He grunts against your core, and the vibration shoots straight inside you, bringing you closer to your release.

“Fuck, harder, more, God, Bucky.”

You’re a blabbering mess, clutching Bucky’s greasy hair tightly, pulling at his roots.

He licks a thick stripe for you entrance to your clit, lapping at your bud until you’re crying out loud and gushing all over his face, limbs shaking as waves of heat overcome you.

He drinks up your juices like a man on a mission, his lewd, slurping sounds filling up the store until you push him off you.

He looks up at you, covered in your release, eyes half lidded, the light blue swallowed by darkness.

“Need to be inside you now, bubbles, I’m gonna put a child in there I’m telling you.” He promises frantically, grabbing your arm and dragging you to the closest car.

He bends you over the hood, and fumbles with his belt.

“God, you’re so fuckin’ perfect babygirl, ‘s like we were made for eachother.”

He presses a kiss between your shoulder blades, before lining himself up with your entrance and sliding home.

You both let out a growl when he bottoms out.

“So tight, so good for me.” He whimpers, snapping his hips against your again and again, hitting your sweet spot.

The pressure in your cunt is building up again at a fast pace, and the jolts of pleasure jerking you are so intense you don’t even feel the metal digging in your hip bones, or your arms being bent backwards against your back as he keeps pummeling inside you.

“Gonna fill this cunt up with my cum bubbles, push it all the way inside. Fuck.” He groans, balls getting tighter with each stroke, each of your tiny moans.

He feels your walls clamping down on his cock, squeezing him in a vice.

“Tell me you’re mine.” He snarls, snapping his hips harshly against your ass.

You cry out loud, gritting your teeth when he hits your cervix. “Fu-, shit baby, I’m all yours, only yours.”

“Tell me you want this, bubbles, tell me you want my child.”

“God, I wa-want this child, please, oh my fuckin-, harder.” You shriek, bucking your hips against his, desperately chasing your release.

“I want you to beg me, beg me to put a child inside you.”

You feel the knot is your core tighten.

“Please Bucky, gimme all you’ve got, baby, I want you to cum inside me, fill my tight little hole with your cum.” You whimper.

He snakes his hand between your legs and rubs circles around your clit while he keeps hammering inside you. You feel his thrusts become sloppier, and his cock swells.

When you cum, it’s like a dam breaks and waves of pleasure crash over you. The knot unravels and the pressure releases, jerking all your limbs.

He moans, curling over you and reaching impossibly deeper as he paints your walls with his hot load.

You don’t know how long you stay like this, basking in each other’s warmth. You just know that one minute you’re bent over a random car, and the next one he’s lifting you up on the table.

“You know, I enjoy this baby making activity quite a lot, we should do it more often.”

You playfully glare at him. As if he wasn’t on you all the time, unable to control his urges.

“More often than this and we’d never leave our bed, baby.” You giggle, taking a sip out of your soda can.

“Would that be so bad?” He wonders, seemingly mulling over his words.

You sigh, and boop his nose.

“Not at all.

-

I promise I’ll answer all your sweet comments on yesterday’s fic tomorrow, I’m too tired now. :(

Short and sweer bc school is killing me. I hope you liked it, please leave some feedback 💘

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