#he just ACTIVELY TRIES TO AVOID bringing his insecurity up around Jack

[the-acid-pear]

Honestly if uh. If Flipside Dave is the Dave from when he very first fucking died that'd explain what the changes Henry mentioned here. But honest to god the whole soul thing is barely comprehensible.

[murdereraisuha]

Classpecting TWST: Savanaclaw

Time to classpect the dorm that deserved better writing-wise. I’m gonna start tagging these “twst analysis” now too cause I am basically using the classpect stuff as a vehicle for getting a better understanding of the characters

Spoilers for chapter 2 and some of the trio’s personal stories. No knowledge of Homestuck required to read.

[Image description: A banner containing a picture of Leona, the symbol for the hope aspect, and the words “Leona Kingscholar: Prince of Hope”]

Before we get to the reasoning, I just want to say, Leona I am so sorry you have to share a classpect with Eridan. Okay now I’ll hand the mic to past me.

Throughout his personal stories, we see that Leona is fine with resorting to underhanded tactics, but he specifically values cleverness and creative use of resources. Leona looks down on those who don’t exhibit those things (ex. the Savanaclaw students in Leona’s dorm uniform story who tried to beat up Jack using sheer numbers).

Leona tends to only expend effort on things that benefit him in some way.

Leona is a powerful and intelligent magic user; he could have easily graduated already if he wanted to, but it seems he doesn’t want to.

Despite Leona’s strengths, those around him criticized him and constantly compared him to his brother due to Leona being the 2nd born prince. No matter what he did, he could not sway those opinions. He could never become number 1.

Because of this, he developed the belief that life isn’t fair and he gives up on things rather easily.

Based on this, I have 3 aspects in mind: rage, hope, and doom.

Rage and hope go hand in hand as opposites: rage is negative emotions, rejection, and doubt, while hope is positive emotions, acceptance, and ideals. For Leona, his story seems to be about him having given up on his hope and dreams of ever succeeding. In its place he has become quick to deem efforts worthless. He acts antagonistic to people like Vil and Malleus, and he seems to disapprove of some of Jack’s honorable ideals. All of these things connect to the parts of rage/hope.

Doom is also a possibility, as it represents negativity, decay, and limits. It is the opposite to life, the aspect that I picked for Kalim. Therefore, I think doom is plausible since Leona shows the opposite side to the luxuries enjoyed by Kalim and Farena as first borns.

Now for classes. I don’t think Leona does much stealing, he doesn’t suffer from indecision, he doesn’t put up any masks, and he’s not a very healing focused person. I think that narrows it down to witch, heir, mage, prince, and bard.

If it’s prince or bard it would have to be hope, in which case prince of hope fits Leona best due to his destruction of hope being focused more than just happening naturally. Though Leona has suffered, it seems to have more hampered his potential than gave him useful knowledge so now I’m kicking out mage. Heir seems to fit best if it’s as a heir of rage. Finally, I’m also kicking out witch since he he doesn’t do much manipulation of any of the 3 aspects.

Between prince of hope and heir of rage... it’s prince of hope. Since Leona says that nothing he did could sway people’s negative opinion of him, we can assume that Leona had hope earlier in his life that he could change those opinions. He did stuff like studying and improving his magic until he finally realized that that wasn’t changing his image at all. Rather than preserve his hope, he choose to destroy it, making his class the active destroyer class, prince.

In chapter 2, he rallies Ruggie the rest of his dorm against Diasomnia, using their hopes as a tool for destroying the other teams. In 2-24 Leona then tries to destroy their hopes once he deems their plan useless. At one point he says 「じゃあ本当のことを教えてやるよ」, translated by Shel_BB on youtube as “Let me give you a dose of reality.” This and the other things he says this episode really connect to the hope/rage themes of reality vs fantasy and stop vs go. Therefore, quite ironically since he is an actual prince, Leona's classpect seems to be a prince of hope.

[Image description: A banner containing a picture of Ruggie, the symbol for the Life aspect, and the words “Ruggie Bucchi: Rogue of Life”]

Ruggie grew up in a poor environment with food insecurity. Many of his clothes are hand-me-downs, he’s fine with eating odd things like dandelions, and before holiday break he raids the cafeteria for food to bring back for the others in his town.

Ruggie’s official hobby is part-time jobs. From working at Mostro Lounge to selling mandrakes, he’s really focused on earning money however he can.

His skillset, which includes pickpocketing and haggling, lets Ruggie pull off plenty of clever and underhanded tricks.

However, like Leona, Ruggie still has standards: in one of his ceremony robe voice lines, he says that he prefers his lot in life over that of a spoiled, rich person without any problems. 

His dorm uniform personal story, where he teams up with Trein’s cat to get magic history help and catch rats, is about using the power of others instead of relying solely on himself.

There were 3 paragraphs of stuff here that I deleted because I was getting absolutely nowhere. I didn’t expect Ruggie to be this hard.

Like, Ruggie's problems kinda seem to stem from just poverty and Leona being an asshole. Well, hm, actually if we combine the moral of his dorm uniform story and Ruggie acting like Leona’s maid, perhaps Ruggie’s problem is something like he keeps taking on burdens? Out of everyone who lives in his slums, he’s likely the only one going to a prestigious school like NRC. He’s likely well-known there because of that and him bringing back food a lot. Are Ruggie’s ambitions for a good job not only his own ambitions, but that of the whole community? I’ve always been a bit confused about why Ruggie helps Leona out outside of the magift tournament stuff. Is he... so used to having to help others and constantly take on jobs that his standards for what’s reasonable work are gone? I just went through the chats and in Jack’s one with Ruggie, Jack is telling him about having to find something to draw for a homework assignment and Ruggie immediately offers to go get his warthog piggy bank. Bruh?? Doesn’t that have your money? Why are you just lending it out like that????

Alright, because Ruggie is a guy who needs to chill and have some me-time, I’m narrowing his class down to rogue, maid, or knight. For aspects, I’m thinking life (energy & luxury), time (action & death), or blood (community & responsibility).

On second thought, I’m kicking out maid and blood. Rogue & knight and life & time seem to fit Ruggie better. And now my best guess is rogue of life. First, he obviously fits the stealing aspect of the class through his skill at stealing. Like how a rogue redistributes things, Ruggie obtains money/food to redistribute to the others in the slums. He also injured the people in chapter 2, basically taking life from them, which resulted in Savanaclaw's chances of winning the tournament getting stronger. For the tendency of rogues to have a hard time coping with having their aspect, Ruggie has a hard time accepting luxury/relaxation time. He funnels all his resources into efficient causes and his community. Also, in Jack’s dorm outfit personal story where Jack tries to help him out with stuff, Ruggie is distrustful of him and goes out of his way to avoid him.

I didn’t have any sort of eureka moment with this one like I had with the twins, so I’m still unsure about it. However, considering that TWST characters obviously weren’t meant to get crammed into the classpect system, it makes sense that some might not fit perfectly. So, with what I do have, I think that Ruggie is a rogue of life.

[Image description: A banner containing a picture of Jack Howl, the symbol for the mind aspect, and the words “Jack Howl: Page of Mind”]

Jack values honor, strength, and hard work. He believes that people should accomplish things through their own efforts rather than lowly tricks.

Therefore, Jack disapproves of Leona and Ruggie's method of doing things. 

In contrast to how Leona and Ruggie use others, Jack sometimes refuses help, like in chapter 2 when he claims he can handle his dorm by himself.

Jack is quite intelligent and insightful, as shown by his comments throughout chapter 3 and his scary outfit personal story.

Jack respects social/group hierarchies and takes care not to disturb order, as shown in his dorm outfit personal story.

Also in his dorm outfit personal story, Jack says that he wants to become someone with a single true purpose.

So, I'm already kind of stumped. He doesn't have any big moments in the spotlight during the main story, so there's not much to go off of there. 

We have to start somewhere though. So, first off, I’ll eliminate the destruction classes and theft since he doesn’t do much of either. I’ll also eliminate the knowledge classes since I don’t think he holds any special knowledge of anything.

For potential aspects, after eliminating the ones that seem mostly irrelevant to him, I’m left with mind, heart, hope, rage, or blood. The 2 that particularly stick out to me are mind and heart.

Mind is the aspect of logic, unbiasedness, morality, and blending in. For Jack, his strong focus on justice even when it means going against someone he once admired seems very mind-like. His care in not stepping out of line in social situations also relates to blending in. Of course, we should still keep mind’s opposite, heart, in consideration.

Now that I’m pretty confident his aspect is mind or heart, we’re left with 12 possible classpects. I still can’t narrow it down well, let’s go back to Jack’s traits.

What challenges does he face or have to overcome? In the main story, the problem he faces is trying to correct the injustice in his dorm by himself. In his dorm outfit story, the problem he faces is being over zealous about helping Ruggie. Wait, actually, that’s not right. Though that is a problem, it seems like the main growth/realization for Jack is about his motivation for helping Ruggie. When questioned by Ruggie in part 1, he mainly cites the group hierarchy as the reasons for his actions. However, later on, Deuce deduces (haha) that Jack looks up to Ruggie like a big brother. Though Jack denies it, at the end of the story he asks if Ruggie would let him call him big bro.

It’s like he is concerned about justice and social harmony (mind stuff), but in reality he does stuff according to his impulses and emotions (heart stuff). This doesn’t feel like a prince/bard situation though, it isn’t dysfunctional or destructive enough for that. I thought that the pages of the cast might be Epel and/or Sebek, but it seems that Jack may be a page.

Pages, the passive exploitation class, are characterized by a deficit in their aspect that they try to hide and overcome. Like how Jack takes his service of Ruggie too far, pages often overshoot in their efforts to correct their weakness. However, as they grow and learn from their mistakes, pages become masters of their aspect, like in Jack’s scary outfit story where he starts out with a bad idea then at the end develops it into a sound plan to scare the tourists. That also fits well with mind, since smoke and mirrors is another big part of that aspect.

Therefore, with how well this class seems to fit with Jack’s actions and motivations, I think that he is probably a page of mind.

[twomoonstwosuns]

surprise.

pairing: pedro pascal x reader

warnings: mentions of sex, nothing explicit

word count: 2.4k

a/n: a little belated, but very obviously inspired by pedro’s birthday last week. i really hope i did this right, this is my first time posting anything i’ve written on tumblr. i really really hope you enjoy it but if you don’t please don’t be harsh. if anyone has advice or knowledge for posting on tumblr they’d like to share that would be really amazing :)

i hope everyone is staying healthy and safe and keeping their mental health in check. we’re all in this together and we’ll come out strong on the other side. my inbox is always open if anyone needs to talk :)

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“Baby, the dishes can wait ‘til the morning.”

You were at a crossroad: do the dishes now and not have to worry about anything except a lazy morning with your boyfriend, or do them in the morning and see what kind of nighttime activities you and your boyfriend could get into.

After a busy day, Pedro was all yours again.

The morning of his birthday started with making him breakfast in bed, a task you had gotten distracted from when Pedro walked into the kitchen in nothing but his briefs and pressed salacious kisses to your neck while his hands made their way underneath your pajamas. Eventually you made it back to bed with breakfast, but the sweet taste of berries as you traded kisses soon ended up with you in his lap and empty breakfast dishes falling to the floor as the bed moved.

You sent him out in the afternoon with Oscar and his wife Elvira, claiming you couldn’t join them for a late lunch because you had to do a couple of things for work. Instead you went and picked up everything you had stashed at a friend’s house for the surprise party you were throwing for Pedro; food and drinks and decorations. You had set up trays of food and non-alcoholic beverages on tables and set up two makeshift bars in your living room – one with beer and hard liquor and the other a Jack Daniels whiskey bar. You knew Pedro would get a kick out of that.

The surprise went off without a hitch. Oscar and Elvira had brought Pedro back to the apartment right on time and the look on his face at the sight of thirty of his closest friends and family showed he was completely oblivious to your plan. He found you immediately, pressing a kiss to your lips and wrapping an arm around your waist as he made his way into the apartment. He greeted everyone, thanked him or her for coming and asking how they’d been doing. And then the party really got started.

Conversation flowed, food was eaten, and a lot of alcohol was consumed. Someone had tried to get people dancing, but everyone was too caught up to care. The air was cool, as it typically was in April in New York, but that didn’t stop people from going out to the balcony to enjoy the view of the skyline on the river. You, ever the host, made your way around the party, seeing if anyone needed anything and stopping to catch up with people you hadn’t seen in awhile and people you’d seen just a few days ago.

Wherever you went, you found yourself occasionally glancing around at your boyfriend. Whether you wanted to know what he was up to or just wanted to admire him from afar, your heart swelled whenever you saw Pedro laugh. You felt his eyes on you several times throughout the evening as well, and you shot him a flirty smile whenever you caught him.

His eyes would even be on you as you stood next to him, chatting away with his friends. He would glance down at you as you stood by his side and listened intently at a story you had heard a thousand times before. He stared at you with a soft and loving smile as you and your guests sang ‘happy birthday’ to him. You smile widely in return, mouthing ‘I love you’ as he blew out his candles with a subtle wink.

He adored you. You adored him. And after having to share him for the evening with his family and friends, you were happy to finally have him all to yourself.And showing him for the third time that day just how much you adored him sounded much more appealing than cleaning.

The dishes could wait until the morning.

Pedro gently pulled your hand, bringing you forward as he walked backwards towards your bedroom. You swung the door shut behind you and were immediately pulled into Pedro’s arms. He drew you into a deep kiss as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Thank you for today.” He murmured as he pulled away, his lips hovering over yours close enough where you could feel the words he was saying. “Every part of it was perfect.”

“I’m glad.” You said, pulling back slightly to cup his face in your hands and looking into the sparkling brown eyes on the other side of his clear-rimmed glasses. “You deserve it.”

Pedro smiled and placed his forehead against yours for a few seconds before letting you go to get ready for bed. You both moved seamlessly around each other as you readied for bed – one brushed their teeth while the other undressed and then you switched. Domesticity was a good look for your relationship.

“You were surprised, right?” You asked, walking up to the bed. “Or did you totally know? Because you looked surprised but you’re also an actor.”

Pedro shook his head as he climbed into your shared bed, but the humorous look he gave you made you think otherwise.

“What’s that look f—did Oscar tell you?” You crossed your arms over your chest with a half smile and a scoff. “He did, didn’t he? I bet El $20 that he’d blab—“

Pedro’s laugh interrupted you.

“No, I was surprised. How did you keep it a secret?”

You shrugged with a smirk on your face.

“Very careful planning and timing. Maybe someday I’ll tell you.”

Pedro extended his arm, an open invitation for you to join him. After turning off the light you did just that, settling in next to him against the headboard, your entire right side pressed against his left, one of your bare legs draped over his clothed one, and his arm around your shoulder, neither of you quite ready to sleep.

“Do you remember when we met?” Pedro asked seemingly out of nowhere, his fingers now combing through your hair. “When you stole my coffee?”

You scoffed, but still had a smile on your face.

“You stole my coffee too,” you said, poking him in the stomach.

“But you grabbed my cup first.”

“They don’t write anything on the cups to differentiate them, how was I supposed to know it was yours until I opened it to put sugar in?” You argued playfully, lacing your fingers with his. This conversation, no matter if you were dishing it out yourselves or trying to tell people the story of how you met, always ended up with playful banter. “Also, I’m pretty sure we both grabbed the cups at the same time.”

“I still think you did it on purpose.”

“Uh huh, and why would I have done that? You know I don’t mess around when it comes to my morning coffee.”

“I don’t know but it got you to talk to me, didn’t it?”

“You flirted with me first, though.”

“That is a fact.” Pedro said, kissing the top of your head. “I’m glad you thought that was flirting.”

“I thought you were so charming. That’s why you walked out of that coffee shop with my phone number. Whatever you thought it was clearly worked because you’ve got me.”

Pedro sighed contently and you knew there was more on his mind by the way he inhaled, paused and opened his mouth, like he had something more to say. But he said nothing.

“What’s up?” You asked, giving his hand a squeeze.

“Nothing. Just thinking.”

“About?”

Pedro pressed a kiss to your temple and leaned his head against yours, taking a deep breath.

“My stolen coffee.” You laughed loudly and you felt Pedro move with laughter beneath you. You had seriously considered calling the coffee shop to thank them for not writing your name on the coffee cup. “And also you.”

You cuddled into his side, but a quick squeeze of your shoulder and him pulling away made you turn to look at him with a furrowed brow. You were confused; everything was lighthearted and affectionate up until now. The look on his face was almost serious, but he still looked at you like you were the brightest star in the sky. Which is why you still had a little bit of a smile across your face.  

“You ok?”

Pedro ran a hand through his hair, messing it up just the way you liked it.

“I wanted to have this big speech prepared when I did this,” Pedro said, grabbing your hand, squeezing it and caressing his thumb across the back of it. “But I realized tonight, with everything you did to make my birthday special that I didn’t want to wait any longer.”

Your heart felt like it was about to beat out of your chest when you realized what was happening. Pedro reached behind him into the bedside drawer and pulled out a box. He held it in the palm of his hand and you stared at it as tears gathered in your eyes.

“I love you. So much. All of my best memories from this past year have been with you and I want a million more. You put up with my weirdness, my goofy faces, my questionable fashion choices, and my awesome dances moves—“

You let out a watery laugh and nodded in agreement. All those things were true, and you loved every single one of them. And Pedro smiled with you because he knew.

“And most of all you know all of my quirks, my habits, and my insecurities…and you still love me.” Pedro’s tone turned serious and you saw his eyes get a little glossy. You knew he struggled with insecurities like everyone else, but being an actor put people’s opinions of him in the public eye and it wasn’t always easy to avoid the comments they made. He had opened up to you about them, and you told him you loved every part of him, more for you to love for yourself.

“You’re the one I want to spend all of my birthdays with.”

Pedro opened the box and you gaped at the ring inside, a tear sliding down your cheek. A single round diamond sat centered on a thin silver band. It was simple and classic. It was you.

“Will you marry me?”

“Yes,” you said without pause like it was obvious, and it was. You looked from the ring to Pedro’s face. “A million times yes.”

A wide smile spread across his face; the one that made his eyes light up and crinkle at the edges. The smile you fell head over heels in love with. You smiled back, a happy laugh escaping your lips. Pedro wrapped a hand around the back of your neck, pulling you in a tender kiss, the kind of kiss that made you feel butterflies in your stomach and left your eyes closed for a couple of seconds after he pulled away. When your eyes finally opened again, you saw Pedro looking at you with all the love and adoration in the world. You’d seen that look from him multiple times when you were together and it melted your heart every time.

He pulled you into him, halfway into his lap, a tangle of limbs where no one could tell who was who. Pedro slid the ring on your finger. A perfect fit. He kept your hand grasped in his, the both of you staring at your ring as if it weren’t real.

“I don’t—“ you murmured, shaking your head and looking up from your hand to Pedro’s eyes. Your fiancé’s eyes. You gently pushed his messy hair back from his face. “I don’t know what to say that can express how happy you make me. I love you. With all my heart. God, I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you. It sounds cheesy and cliché, I know, but it’s true.”

Pedro wiped the remnants of your happy tears away before pushing your own hair back behind your ear.

“But you know all the surprises were supposed to be for you today, right?”

Pedro gave you a look as he wrapped his arms around your waist and flipped you suddenly onto your back, smiling at your laughter as he hovered over you, the ring box bouncing off of the bed.

“That may be, but having you as my wife and my partner and my best friend for the rest of my life is the best birthday present I could ever have. So if I needed to surprise you to do that, then so be it.”

You brought your head up to kiss Pedro, your tongue slipping into his mouth as your hands moving down his waist to bring his shirt up. He tossed it aside and brought his lips down to your stomach, placing soft kisses up to your chest as he moved your shirt up with it.

You may not have had the words to describe how happy and excited you were to be Pedro’s for the rest of your lives, but you knew exactly how you could show him. And as you removed each other’s clothes, Pedro stopping only to place a kiss on your ring finger, the band cool against his lips, you allowed one fleeting thought to pass through your mind:

You were glad you decided to ignore the dishes. 

[rosalynbair]

Kiss me Slowly | AO3 | Masterlist | Buy me a coffee

Words: 3001

Warnings: just really bad writing lmao, I wrote this a really long time ago and I’m in no mood to edit it, this is a song fic - aka I used to love this song and i’m trash. Very slight angst, fluff.

You flatten down your skirt, the rough lace feeling foreign in against your soft fingertips, newly painted nails catching on loose strands of the fabric.

It had been so long since you had worn anything other than leggings or jeans, so long since you had fully tried to look pretty and presentable for public. Rather than keeping the makeup put away in the cabinet under the bathroom sink, the makeup sitting untouched and expiring for months along with the hair curler and straightener that were held in their holders on the inside of the cupboard door. All the while the dresses and skirts had been abandoned in your closet despite once being used almost every weekend. The high heels still scattered in the front hallway beside the front closet door from after your last date night.

You stare at the mirror, barely recognizing the girl you were trying to hide - the one who, even after almost a year, still cried herself to sleep because of a stupid breakup, the girl who avoided all possible outings because she was scared she would run into him again - The heels felt uncomfortable on your feet, as you weren’t used to the elevation anymore, running shoes and ballet flats had been your choice in the past months. Your balance would hopefully improve, and maybe your wobbly ankles wouldn’t need support every few moments.

Your hair was curled, a few strands pulled away from your face and pinned back with bobby pins with small white pearls on them, matching the stack of delicate silver and white bracelets on your wrists. Your makeup was done as well as you could with your memory of how to do it with your now unpracticed and shaky hands.

You picked up your phone after pulling on a thin denim jacket, grabbing your keys and leaving the small apartment that you had started renting after moving out of Clyde’s trailer. Despite being so small, you felt alone in it, feeling like the space was too big for you alone.

You left the building, going to your car and driving to Jack Dill’s house. The small town flying by you in a blur of browns and tans. You had avoided being too far deep into town, avoiding anywhere where you could run into Clyde.  And here you were, willingly driving to the house just outside of town, a few minutes away from Duck Tape.

Your friends had had enough with you hiding from your life, and decided now was the time to bring you back in. To them, you had had enough time to breathe and regain composure of your life. To be able to see your ex-fiancee without immediately needing to run in the opposite direction.

But how wrong they truly were.

You pulled up to the house, mind wandering to who would be here, he most likely would be, and you would try to avoid him as much as possible. You would try to mingle, smile and keep some form of small talk with regular patrons to the bar, Jimmy and Mellie Logan’s friends. Your goal was to try and seem like you were perfectly fine when really, as you saw the familiar car parked in the driveway, your heart was breaking all over again.

You stepped out of your car, taking a deep breath, blinking away the tears that had pooled in your eyes. You flattened down your skirt once more, tugging the hem to pull it down to a proper and decent length. You pull your jacket around you tightly, feeling naked if you revealed the dark blue partially-cropped top you had decided to wear. Your phone was held tightly in your hand as you started walking up the steps of the front porch, admiring Luke’s dream catchers and wind chimes hung on the porch silently as you passed them.

Standing in front of the door, you knocked quietly. Within moments, Jack had opened the door and had you in a tight hug, his arms wound around you tightly. Instead of returning it -his arms were too tight around you to move your own arms- you rested your head on his shoulder in an attempt to show some form of affection.

“You look good kid” he said, smiling at you. You gave him a weak smile back, letting it fade quickly. “I know you don’t want to be here, but you need to do something other than work.”

“I love my work” you mutter defensively, mind flashing to the camera on your kitchen table “It doesn’t leave, and it’s something that I can fall back onto”

Jack sighs and pulls you into the house, shutting the door behind you by kicking it. You walked into the kitchen, people looked at you, trying to look not-sympathetic. These people were once your friends, people you would drink and party with, people you used to tell secrets to, people who used to come over to your house to do the unspeakable things to a sober person. Now, these people were almost strangers.

You took a deep breath.

Pretty smile, strong posture, think murder.

You smiled at them, hiding the pain and the insecurities that were hiding under the surface of your facade. Their expressions changed to ones of shock, before quickly re-composing and returning the smile.

“Y/n!” Someone yelled, you looked over and saw Jimmy standing beside him grinning wildly, his short hair in disarray, eyes lit up with the fire they always had in them.

You walked over, trying to keep the fake smile on your face without letting it falter. Without a glance to the heart-breaking adorable country boy beside him, you engulfed Jimmy into a hug, a laugh booming from his chest before kissing your forehead.

“Where the hell have you been y/n!” he asked, keeping a strong arm around you, his West Virginia twang squeezing through his words “Better yet, what have you been doing! Nobody’s seen you in months! You still live in town, don’t you?”

"Work keeps me busy” you said simply, shrugging. You weren’t going to admit to what you had been doing for the past eleven months, you weren’t going to admit that you were actively avoiding the entire Logan clan.

“It’s really good to see you” he smiles, he leans in for another hug, his lips right beside your ear “He misses you, and I know you miss him.”

He had whispered it to you, making sure only you heard it. You pulled away, making it seem like he hadn’t just told you that.

You glanced at Clyde, His long hair untrimmed since the last time you saw him, his gaze not towards you but instead on the beer he had in his good hand. He didn’t miss you. He was the one who walked away. He was the one who made you hurt. He couldn’t possibly miss you.

“Hello Clyde” you say, deciding that you were going to be civil. You could make it through tonight.

He, looks up from his beer, keeping his eyes trained on you, although they were clouded. Almost as if he had the same war waging in him as you did.

“Hi y/n.” he said quietly, voice cracking slightly “You uh, you look good”

His accented voice cracks were breaking your heart again, tearing into the partially healed cracks.

You have a brief flashback to his voice cracking when he yelled at you and slammed the door in your face.

You nod, taking in his features. His hair was messy, clearly not seeing a brush in a while, his jeans actually had a tear at the knee, his old Bob Seger shirt had a hole separating the collar from the actual shirt a little bit – but he was attempting to cover it with his flannel. He looked like he was trying to hide bags under his eyes.

He looked terrible.

“You too” you lie, averting your eyes from him. His own eyes, you knew, never left you. You felt his gaze on you, analyzing everything about you.

“Y/n?” Someone asked from behind you. You turned around and grinned, a genuine grin. You were once again pulled into a hug, the arms around you belonging to Greg – an old friend you had grown up with.

“Greg!” you exclaimed, jumping slightly in surprise, but hugging him back tightly nonetheless.

“I didn’t expect you to be here! Nobody thought you’d come.” He said, kissing your cheek with his beer-wet lips. You shrug and flatten down his hair, kissing his rosy cheek in return. “You look amazing! Pretty legs, as always”

“Pretty legs that haven’t seen sun in forever” you laugh, looking down at the tan that was almost gone now.

“Eh, you coming up to the cottage soon? My family misses you.” he says, nudging your side. Greg was your best friend, had been ever since you had literally bumped into him when you were fifteen – they had been like your own family ever since.

“Maybe, I’d have to check my schedule” you tell him, smiling. You missed his little sister, and you missed his mom’s cooking more than anything at that moment.

“Well, I’m going to get a drink, I’ll talk to you later y/n.” he tells you with a grin, kissing your cheek again and almost skipping away to the kitchen.

You turned back to Jimmy and Clyde, who now had a pretty sour look on his face. Jimmy was nodding his head along to the hippie-indie music Jack had playing through the stereo from his Ipod, pretending that his brother didn’t look like he was about to commit a felony.

You end up falling back into conversation with Jimmy while, some people coming over to say hello and hug you. Clyde had left to hang out with other people, checking in with his regulars. But you knew he just didn’t want to be around you.

At one point, Jimmy drags you out into the middle of the living room, twirling you in his arms during some techno music Jack had playing. Others joining you when upbeat songs played. But soon enough, the songs changed, you looked at Jack, who was standing, Ipod in hand, winking at you. Your eyes were wide, and people were slowing down their dances, pulling someone special-or friendly- to them. You almost choked on Jimmy’s drink that you had stolen from him.

Stay with me, baby stay with me, tonight don’t leave me alone

Your eyes almost instantly found the country boy walking towards you. He held out his hand and you took it gently, hesitating for only a moment before your cold hand was in his warm, slightly clammy one.

He pulled you to him, you looked up at his face. Even in the heels, you were incredibly short in front of him.

“Talk with me?” he asks, his voice wavering. He looks down at you with frightened eyes. You could hear his heart hammering in his chest.

You couldn’t get the words out as you opened your mouth slightly, the words you wanted to say coming out in a scared and shaky breath.

“Please.” he whispers, the word blurred by his accent.

Without speaking, you nod. Letting him pull you out of the room.

Walk with me, come and walk with me,

He led you up the stairs, pulling you into a room that was at the end of the hallway. You let go of his hand, standing near the door, wrapping your jacket tightly around you again as you stared at the floor.

Clyde had walked over to the window, starring out onto the town. You looked up, glancing at the unmade bed and suitcase that had clothing spilling out of it. You saw some articles you remembered wearing when you were making breakfast oh so long ago.

I can see you there with the city lights, Fourteenth floor, pale blue eyes. I can breathe you in.

You stared at Clyde’s back, wanting to reach out to him. But you held your shaking hands to your body, arms wrapped around yourself.

“You’re not staying at the trailer?” You ask quietly, trying to fill the silence.

“The roof caved in.” You hear him mutter. “It’s being fixed.”

You saw him run his fingers through his hair, getting caught in the tangles slightly before pushing through them, he turns and looks at you, tears starting to fall from his eyes.

He started walking over to you, shoving his hand into his pocket. He stopped right in front of you, and you could feel the heat radiating off his body.

Two shadows standing by the bedroom door, No, I could not want you more than I did right then, As our heads leaned in.

“I’m so sorry” he whispered, voice cracking once again.

You reach your hand up slowly, breathing slightly ragged as you pressed your fingers against his cheek gently, wiping the tears away with your thumb, hand holding his cheek.

Clyde took another step, pressing his body directly against yours, bending down to your height.

Your eyes were wide as your breath sped up along with your heartbeat. You heard his breathing catch before there was pressure on your lips.

Well, I’m not sure what this is gonna be, But with my eyes closed all I see Hold my breath as you’re moving in, Taste your lips and feel your skin.

You closed your eyes, moving one of your hands to grip his shirt, pulling him closer while the other wrapped itself around the back of his neck, fingers tangling in his hair.

He made a small whimpering sound and pressed your back against the door, quickly locking it as his hand placed itself under your jacket on your bare skin that your crop top didn’t cover.

You pulled away slightly, resting your head on the door, looking at Clyde.

You whispered his name, testing it on your tongue again.

“Please don’t leave.” he begs, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

Stay with me, baby stay with me, Tonight don’t leave me alone. She shows me everything she used to know, Picture frames and country roads, When the days were long and the world was small.

You pushed his head up so you could look at him, you saw his tired gaze, and leaned in again, pressing your lips back against his. Wanting the feeling so badly, wanting to feel how you felt eleven months ago before any of this had happened.

“Stay with me” you whispered against his lips.

She stood by as it fell apart, Separate rooms and broken hearts, But I won’t be the one to let you go.

He pushed you backwards, towards the messy bed. You kiss him as he pushes you to sit down. Pushing the jacket off of your shoulders, tossing it over to his suitcase.

Clyde sits beside you, attaching his lips back on to yours.

“I’m so sorry for what I did to you” He whispered “God I should have never pulled away from you. I should have never let you drift away from me”

You shake your head, running your fingers through his hair. Nails scratching his scalp slightly. You feel the shiver that racks his body, and you push him back against the bed, laying beside him and kissing his neck. Setting your leg around his hip, skirt bunching up higher and higher as you adjusted your leg.

Clyde’s hand was placed on your outer thigh, rubbing small circles with the pad of his thumb.

Oh, I’m not sure what this is gonna be, But with my eyes closed all I see Is the skyline, through the window, The moon above you and the streets below.

You kiss his neck repeatedly, remembering the times you had done this before. Remembering his ragged breath, whimpering and his squirming.

He turns his head and kisses your temple, rubbing his hand up and down your thigh slowly.

Hold my breath as you’re moving in, Taste your lips and feel your skin. When the time comes, baby don’t run, just kiss me slowly.

You press your lips against his once more, tangling a hand into his hair, adjusting yourself so that you were closer to him.

“I’m so sorry.” he whispers again, and you tasted the salty tears on your lips.

“Stop saying that” you mutter against his lips “It wasn’t just your fault.”

“I’m the one who started the fight” he whispers to you, lips ghosting over yours.

“The fight was a long time in the making” You reply.

Don’t run away… And it’s hard to love again, When the only way it’s been, When the only love you knew, Just walked away… If it’s something that you want, Darling you don’t have to run, You don’t have to go … Just stay with me, baby stay with me

“please, just don’t leave me again” Clyde whispers, you shake your head.

“I don’t think I could, even if I wanted to” you tell him against his lips.

“I love you, y/n” he tells you, accent thick with emotions “The past year has been the worst of my life.”

You nodded, understanding completely.

“I love you too Clyde” you replied, nuzzling your face into his neck for a moment. “Though based on the year you lost your arm, or when you went to jail… A year without me seems like nothing.”

Hold my breath as you’re moving in, Taste your lips and feel your skin. When the time comes, baby don’t run, just kiss me slowly.

Clyde’s lips are against your temple, trailing them across your brow, nose, cheekbones, cheeks, jawline, neck, the corner of your mouth. All while his hand caresses your thigh gently, pulling your leg up slightly to adjust it on his hip.

His lips press against yours once more, and you smile, knowing that you were going to be okay.

When the time comes, baby don’t run, just kiss me slowly.

[whatzaoverwatch]

Hey hey! Can I possibly hey some cute scenarios or something of chubby trans girl s/o with Zarya, Pharah, 76, and Mcree? Fill free to ignore!

Absolutely my friend!

Note: Female pronouns

Chubby Trans girl s/o scenarios

Zarya

She didn’t even know how she talked herselfinto going, but now here she was trying to do some bench presses by herself.The weights were a little heavy to start off but her drive was already set to dothe reps. Maybe it was because she looked at herself in the mirror, maybe itwas seeing all of Zaryas weight lifting titles on the wall. Whatever thereason, she had the sudden urge to do something about it. Her thoughts must’vedistracted her because she nearly dropped the weights onto her chest by the suddenvoice that spoke.

“[Name]? What are you doing?”The thick voice of Zarya came from behind her as she watched [Name] nearlytremble with the weight above her. A sudden embarrassed blush formed on [Name]scheeks as she tried to do a few more reps to distract her.

“J-Just doing some benchpresses.” She gasped between breaths realizing her arms were starting to get alittle weak from the heavy weight. She didn’t need to look at Zarya to know hereyebrow was quirked and her arms were folded judgmentally.

“Without a spotter? Howfoolish. Also these weights are far too heavy to start off with,” Not standinganother second of watching [Name] strain herself, she grabbed the weights andwatched [Name]s arms go limp as she caught her breath. A worried look spreadacross her face as she bent down over [Name] she her eyes could meet hers,“[Name]…what is this really about?”

[Name] knew she couldn’t letthis brush past, especially how exhausted she had already felt from thosepresses. Averting her eyes from Aleksandras concerned expression, she bit herlower lip refraining from exposing any tears.

“I…I wanted to feelstronger…and happier with myself,” Zaryas heart ached at her words seeing[Name]s eyes water as she talked, “I want to be as strong and as confident asyou. But no matter what I do…I…”

“You are already strong[Name],” [Name]s gaze went back to the pink haired woman as a soft smile wasgreeted to her eyes, “Strength doesn’t come from how much you can lift, itcomes from the heart. The passion and drive you have already makes youconfident all on your own. Titles and trophies mean little to someone who isloved.”

Her words were very sincereand in every way true. [Name] hadn’t realized that the confidence never camefrom the training or the strength, it came from her love of herself. Closingher eyes for a moment she couldn’t help but smile at Zaryas words beforeshaking her head.

“Guess I was foolish thinkingI wasn’t strong,” She felt a gentle kiss on her temple opening her eyes to thelarger woman above her, “Thank you.”

“Not at all, sometimes youneed to be reminded,” Standing upright she puffed out her chest looking aroundthe rest of the gym, “however if you still want to do some training, I amwilling to be your coach.”

[Name] saw the inspiration inAleksandras eyes knowing she would be good motivation if she still wanted totrain. Giggling to herself she looked at her arms for a moment before back atZarya.

“I’d like that…but I don’tthink I can move my arms right now…”

“This is why I tell you tostretch before taking part in vigorous activities,” Laughing she walked aroundto the other end of the bench with a huff, “we can work on them another day.Why don’t we start with the legs, and work our way up?”

Pharah

It was [Name]s first beachtrip since her change and Fareeha managed to get the time off to take her. Shewas incredibly nervous going, but the security chief insisted that they wenttogether. [Name] kept herself wrapped up in a little cardigan, hiding the veryskin tight bathing suit that was underneath. It was going to be a surprise forher but [Name] just started to grow insecure about the situation.

Hugging her legs as she sat onthe beach towel, she looked around at the other people that ran around thebeach with smiles on their faces. The confidence they had showing all of thosecurves and presenting such revealing swimsuits made [Name] a bit uneasy. Was ittoo early to jump into showing herself off? Her thoughts suddenly trailed offby the sight of a nice set of dark skinned legs that stood infront of her.

Looking up she got an eyefulof Fareeha in a rather sleek looking bathing suit. A two piece halter with a pairof blue shorts that gave her hips and rear a good curve. For someone who wasalways sporting blue metal armor on the battlefield, Fareeha was a veryattractive woman. A blush crept up on [Name]s cheeks as she spotted the volleyball that her partner held against her hips.

“Hey [Name], how about amatch? You’ve been sitting in the shade ever since we got here.” [Name]sshoulders hunched a bit before resting her chin above her legs digging her toesinto the towel beneath her.

“I-I’m good, why don’t you gowithout me?” she muttered seeing the womans eyebrows form into a frown at theresponse. Shaking her head she crouched down to [Name]s eye level placing theball infront of her.

“[Name] you’ve got nothing toworry about. I know you are worried people are going to say something,” [Name]huffed at her words only making her continue, “It doesn’t matter what theythink because the only person that matters when it comes to who you are is you.”

Looking at the sincerity ofher eyes and her words, [Name] knew that Fareeha was always honest with her.Even before the change, she was always protective of her, fending off anyonewho threw a bad comment her way. She made her feel like her own being, someoneto be proud of. Letting out a sigh, she knew that if everyone else was able toflaunt what they had, why couldn’t she? Shaking her head she sighed as shestretched her legs.

“Fine…I’ll go one match.”[Name] muttered getting a smirk from Fareeha as she stood up.

“And leave the cardigan[Name], I don’t want you passing out from heat stroke.” Tensing up at thatcomment, [Name] already could feel her back sweating from the heat despitebeing huddled up in an umbrella.

Standing up, she removed thecardigan revealing the black one piece swimsuit she wore, her back exposed witha heart shaped neckline. [Name] suddenly remembered that Fareeha hadn’t seen ityet as she noticed a blush formed on her cheeks.

“Wow…[Name]…” She stumbled abit on her words making [Name] fiddle with the sleeve of the cardigan as sheplaced it on the ground.

“Do…you like it?” Fareehaapproached her handing her the ball for a second getting a better look upclose.

“I…I love it.” A wave ofconfidence hit [Name]s heart as she couldn’t help but grin at the chiefs words.Snatching the ball she stepped onto the sand as she turn back to face Fareehawith a snicker.

“Well come on, I don’t want todistract you. Otherwise it wouldn’t be a fair win when I beat you.” SnappingFareeha out of her longing stare, she huffed following suit with a smirk.

“There’s my [Name]. You thinkyou can win against me? Bring it on!”

Soldier76 (Prefall)

“Holy crap [Name] is thatyou???”

Her body stiffened when sheheard the voice of an old acquaintance approaching from behind her. She was waitingfor her partner to pick her up from work only to catch the person from thecorner of her eye. [Name] tried to at least avoid them, remembering the lasttime she saw them they bullied her nonstop when she was young. She thought atleast since her change no one would recognize her anymore, but now here shestood being confronted by an uncomfortable situation. Hitching her breath shespun around to face them noticing how much the person had hardly changed fromyears ago.

“Uh, hi. Do I know you?” Shetried to brush it off as if she didn’t know them, but they knew better than tobelieve that. They snorted and stepped back a moment to fold their arms.

“Oh come on you got toremember me [Name], it’s [Their Name]!” [Name] watched their eyes roam aroundher and she already felt a rush of awkwardness she wanted to avoid, “Wow whathappened to you? You used to be so skinny, and where the hell did these comefrom?”

Seeing them gesture towardsher breasts, she felt an urge of bitterness knowing she already felt insecureabout her appearance. Shuffling her feet together, she swallowed hard beforelooking them in the eyes.

“I’m sorry I have to go.”[Name] tried to make her leave but they approached a little too close forcomfort knowing they had no plan of letting her go.

“Always trying to slip away asusual [Name]. Never really had balls to start with did ya? Or do you even havethem anymore with that outfit?” Their words stung [Name]s heart as she could alreadyfeel the tears creep in the corner of her eyes. Before they could put anotherinsult her way, she felt an arm go around her shoulder suddenly.

“There you are [Name]. Sorry I’mlate,” Turning her gaze away from the old acquaintance she found herself beingheld close by none other than Jack Morrison himself. Judging by his hold on[Name], he must’ve caught ear of what was being said, “Am I interrupting anythinghere?”

[Their Name] must’verecognized the strike commander immediately because they trembled a bit beforestepping away. “N-No not at all…t-take care of yourself [Name].” They sputteredout as if trying to make themselves on good terms with [Name] but none of themwere buying it.

Running off as fast as they spoke, [Name]could only find herself catching her breath once [Their Name] was out of theirsights. Looking over to Jack he had this look of disgust on his face at theperson. She had seen it several times before, mostly when she found herselfbeing talked about through the halls everyday. What did she really expect whenshe was going to be in a relationship with the strike commander? Normally itwouldn’t have bothered her, but seeing [Their Name] appear only brought backsome bad memories of her past. But no matter what changes she made to herself,Jack was always there to support her decisions.

“Jack…” seeming to snap himout of his tense look she relaxed a bit when he looked at [Name] with aconcerned look.

“Are you ok?” Easing from thetension that occurred [Name] wiped the corner of her eye for a moment realizingthe tears that were nearly staining her cheeks.

“Yeah…I’ll be fine.” Shemuttered finding herself being pulled into a tight hug. He was such a goodhugger, [Name] always felt safe in his arms, even if he couldn’t do it often inpublic due to his position.

“Who was that?” He askedstroking [Name]s hair gently. Letting out a sigh, she nuzzled into his chestfor a moment before looking back up at him. His eyes filled with love andconcern towards [Name] as she already felt safe and at ease.

“Just a bad memory…”

Cassidy

Looking at herself in themirror, she took in her appearance in the outfit that she chose for her datetonight. Furrowing her brows in displeasure at some curves, she looked awaycursing at herself for being indecisive. But it wasn’t the fact that shecouldn’t pick an outfit, it was because everything felt unattractive on her.The more she thought about it, the more disgusted she felt about herself.

If she didn’t find herself appealing, then howin the hell did she end up with someone as handsome as Cole Cassidy. She didn’tunderstand it, not one single bit. Everytime the two of them were together,[Name] couldn’t help but notice the disgusted looks women gave her when she wasby his side. She would be surprised if it didn’t happen tonight as well. [Name]wanted to almost call it all off, but then again…

“You almost ready therepumpkin?” She nearly jumped from her spot when she heard Coles’ voice from thedoorway. He leaned on the doorframe taking a good look at [Name] with a lovingsmirk. A low whistle came out of him as he took in her appearance, “Lookingreal gorgeous darling. New outfit?”

Her words were caught in herthroat for a moment as he approached her with his casual cowboy sway. Shakingher thoughts off for a moment she looked to the mirror for a moment with afrown.

“Yeah…but I don’t think itlooks right…” She noticed in the reflection that he gave her a curious eyebrowraise. Suddenly his arms went around her waist as he embraced her from behind.

“I don’t see a single thingwrong with it,” She pouted at his chuckle while his hands roamed along hercurves, “then again, you would look beautiful in just about anything.”

Looking at his sincere look[Name] knew he didn’t care about what was around him as long as she was ok. It’slike he knew what [Name] needed to hear at that moment. Suddenly feelingticklish from his beard grazing across the back of her neck, she squirmed inhis hold trying to nudge him off.

“Cass.” She giggled was heardmaking him nuzzle against her skin even more.

“If we hadn’t already madeplans I would’ve liked to make more of those sweet sound out of you,” Kissing[Name]s neck, she squeaked feeling him nibble against her nape, “Why don’t wetake the night in?”

Pushing him back a bit, shepressed her finger against his lips, smiling at the sudden puppy eyes he senther way.

“I would like to go out,”Feeling a bit better and more confident than before she leaned in and kissedhis lips lightly, “But later, I might provide you with some of those sounds.”

She could tell the eagernessof that offer in his grin feeling him tug her along by the hand to get ready.At least now her focus wouldn’t be on the looks around her, it’d be on the manthat adored every part of her no matter what.