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patrywoso · 5 months ago

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1. Alexia Putellas

+18 SMUT

It’s getting to be late at night, and you’re sitting on the couch watching TV. At this point, you weren’t even focusing on the screen as much as you were on keeping your eyes open. That, and the way the couch cushions dipped under your weight, pulling you in like they were lulling you to sleep.

As tired as you felt in the moment, your eyelids stopped feeling so heavy the second Alexia walked in the room. She came over to your spot on the couch, wrapped her arm around you and started watching the show with you.

Once she started kissing your temple and running her fingers over your shoulder, the fatigue was immediately replaced by a sped up heartbeat.

Still nuzzling into your hair, Alexia ran her fingers from your shoulder to the crook of your neck. As she pushed her thumb down to massage the spot, it grazed against your leather collar and she moved back to admire it as though she forgot it was there until she accidentally reminded herself.

Being on all day made even you forget it was there. It’s been there since she put it on you last night before playing together. She grins and pulls your head down to rest on her shoulder. You know she’s thinking about last night too.

“Still wearing it corazón?” Alexia traces a finger along the leather strapped to your neck without looking.

Distracted by the way Alexia started lining your neck with kisses along the collar after asking, you whispered a meek, “uh huh.”

Alexia runs her fingers over the soft spot behind your jaw as she tilts your face towards her to kiss the tip of your nose. Then, she planted two on the corners of your mouth before moving to kiss below your eyes. Another follows on your forehead until you steal one from her on the lips.

Proud at your brazen move, she pulled back to look at you and smile before returning the kiss with twice the force as before.

“I can’t focus when you’re wearing that. Do you know why corazón?”

You shake your head as best you can from the angle and she runs her hand down your arm to take your hand in her own and smooth her thumb over your knuckles.

“I can’t focus, because when I see you wearing that, all I can think about is the day you brought it to me.”

Alexia kisses the spot just below the collar and it makes your heart skip a beat. “You seemed so worried about how I might react. I never want you to be scared around me, corazón, but that look you get when you’re afraid…” she trails off, nuzzling into the crook of your shoulder and letting out a barely audible sigh.

Aleixa pulls back. “But it doesn’t stop there, baby girl. Because then I can’t help but think about what you asked me next, only a few weeks after you started wearing it for me. Do you remember what it was?”

Alexia runs her fingers down your stomach and settles them on your hips. You swallow and try to focus on the question at hand as her nails lightly score the soft skin of your belly.

“I..“ you blush, “I asked you to call me names.”

“Mmm…” Alexia hums and rewards you with another kiss to your neck before she leans over you so you’re on your back beneath her. You shudder, you love feeling her weight on top of you, knowing that she’s in control. You get to let go and have someone else set the pace and decide things for you, it’s like getting to turn off a part of your brain that always worked too hard.

It’s euphoric.

“That’s right, corazón.” Alexia reaches up your shirt with the hand not propping herself up so she can look down at you. “I was so surprised that my good girl wanted me to be so mean to her, but we took to it quickly, didn’t we?”

You close your eyes and nod, “yes, ma’am.”

“Oh,” Alexia praises with another squeeze to your breast, “so polite for me baby.” She changes her tone and her voice sounds deeper suddenly as she rolls a nipple between two fingers and pulls. You gasp. “So obedient, but I need you to keep your eyes open for me, we’re not done talking.”

Feeling as collected as you could possibly be at a time like this, you open your eyes back up and look at Alexia with your complete attention, “There’s a good girl.”

Abandoning your nipples with her hands to make room for her mouth, she leaned down to suck faint bruises across your chest. With one of her newly freed hands, she gripped your waist to balance herself as she moved so one of her thighs was pressing up between your legs.

Your hips started to move involuntarily and little noises began to spill out of your mouth each time you rocked up against her.

Being able to hide her face between your tits, Alexia seemed more composed, but every time your hips met, she had to squeeze you harder to keep herself from making as much noise as you.

“Mmm… Are you excited corazón…”

“Yes, ma’am,” you nod furiously as Alexia looks up at you. “I can show you…”

You take two of her long fingers in your hand and bring them to your mouth, flicking your tongue over her finger tips before giving them a kiss. You take her fingers as far as you can into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you curl your tongue around them, preparing them for what’s to come.

Alexia’s lips parted as she watched the show you were putting on for her in awe. She stared for a moment before snapping out of it and going back to cooing to you.

“I don’t have to be rough at all to get you to submit, do I, corazón? Because you’re just such a good girl. Always so eager to obey…”

As Alexia withdrew her fingers, her eyes seemed distant for a second like she was lost in examples of your listening skills. Not wanting to interrupt her moment, you licked your lips and waited for her next move eagerly.

“Do you want to show me, baby?” Alexia smiled and traced her wet fingers on your cheek in the shape of a heart. The humiliating display of affection made your chest flush and she topped the heart off with a kiss in return.

Nearly missing your chance to answer, you sputtered, “Y-yes, ma’am.”

Alexia's lips continued back along your face and they settled beside your ear to whisper, “Take off your pants and lay on your stomach,” she licked along the shell of your ear, “leave your panties on.”

Not wanting to waste any time, you rush to take off your pants and fold them on the coffee table before laying flat on the couch like she told you to. Being in a hurry was never an excuse to make a mess, and you were nothing if not thorough for her.

Proud of her girl’s behavior, Alexia takes your hands and moves them to your sides so that your arms are straight down. Then, she straddled your back, sitting on her knees and facing your feet. Her calves locked your arms in place beside you, leaving you trapped.

She didn’t put her full weight on you, but the feeling of her on top was still enough to make you wet with anticipation.

Always one to make you wait, Alexia started by massaging your thighs, squeezing the skin beneath her hands, she coaxed the stress from your muscles and hummed when you sighed in relief.

Working towards herself, Alexia reached your ass and curled her fingers into your underwear, pulling them back and to the side as her fingers slid further between your legs. As she moved the fabric, a string of wetness stuck as though it was trying to pull them back.

In the end all it did was make her mouth water as she looked down at you. Alexia ran her hands between your legs, just beside your pussy and you chose to ball your fists instead of groaning, you didn’t want to be a brat for her.

Feeling your knuckles move along the inside of her own thighs, she knows that you just made a good choice and chuckles. Alexia lifts her hands and leaves you aching for her touch when she puts one finger down on the back of your leg.

In capital letters, Alexia traces the word “MINE” into your skin with her nail. It’s not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough that the letters appear in red font down your leg.

Wanting to impress her, you piped up, “I am yours…” It didn’t come out quite as powerful as you’d intended it but it was enough to finally earn Alexia touch on your clit.

She rubs over it with her middle finger before dragging it up through your wetness until she reaches your entrance. You squirm between her legs as she teases you by merely circling it, and she squeezes them together to keep you still. Alexia put her other hand down and told you to fold your legs. Once you did, she cupped the knee closest to the edge of the couch. “Spread them all the way, corazón, I’ve got you.” She murmured.

You obeyed and moved to hang one leg off of the side of the couch. As you spread them further apart, Alexia slowly dipped her middle finger inside your pussy. When the legs were as far apart as they could be, she was completely inside you.

Alexia held your leg up so you could focus entirely on the feeling of her inside you. But it wasn’t enough, you wanted more. Knowing how desperate you always are to get filled by her in any capacity, Alexia slowly begins moving the finger out and back in, using the momentum to sneak in a second.

“Can you take one more for me, baby girl?” Alexia says in a babying voice and looks back at you. She licks her teeth and blows a kiss when you turn your head and your eyes meet. That gives you the confidence (and the wetness) you need to say yes and nod furiously into the couch.

Gently pushing in a third, her smile grew bigger as her fingers were buried deeper inside you. You moaned when her knuckles tapped against your ass and she bent her fingers towards your front wall as much as she could from this position.

Alexia made up for the lack of pressure inside you by rubbing your clit and you squealed into the cushions. Her fingers felt so good and you felt so full. She had to snake her arm under your leg to replace the hold on your knee and keep you supported, but it simply gave her easier access and a better view. As her fingers lured more wetness from your pussy, it would drip down to your clit. Less friction for you only meant more speed from her, for which you were grateful. Grateful and very loud. Her hands were coaxing more breathless noises from you as your body tensed with the urge to release.

“You poor thing… do you need to cum?”

“Yes, ma’am, please.”

“Oh what a good girl.” The way her voice dropped to accentuate your title felt as good as her hands on your pussy.

Looking directly between your legs, she finally gave to order. “Cum for me.”

The contractions milked more pleasure from her fingers and pushed it out towards every inch of your body, you could feel the tension unraveling from your head to your toes and you stayed in that state of bliss for longer than ever before.

Alexia stayed right there with you, pumping her fingers and circling your clit, she helped you ride out the entirety of your orgasm before slowing her movements to ease you down from your high.

Her fingers inside you were the first to go, and you shuddered at the loss. Then the ones on your clit stilled and fixed your underwear back into place, covering the mess she made and thus creating a more filthy one as you leaked through the fabric.

Enjoying her spot above you for a moment longer before getting up, she picked your leg that was sliding off the couch up and fit them back together. Once you were fixed to her liking, Alexia came to kneel beside your face. She finished the moment like she started it, by planting a million little kisses across every square inch of your face, worshiping you.

You stayed completely silent as she trailed her lips over your skin reverently, just like before, you stole a kiss to her lips when she took too long giving them their attention as well.

When she sat back on her heels, you smiled at her. You’d have to take a shower and get changed (she’d make sure of it) but for now, you were content laying here mesmerized by the look on her face as she examined yours.

You felt like a work of art on display for her, and no work of art would be complete without its finishing touch; your leather collar.

#woso #woso smut #woso one shot #woso x reader #woso fanfics #alexia x reader #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas smut #alexia putellas x y/n

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pomplalamoose · 1 year ago

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I fucking love you you’re the only person who talks abt Luke and I need more stuff abt him PLEASE litreally anything will do

Really, this means SO much to me because the only reason this blog exists is an outrageous lack of Luke content, so now I'm making it myself😤

I didn't know what you would like to hear about so here's a random collection of Luke thoughts and ideas I had since August (mostly in collaboration with my girly @little-skywalker )🫶🏻

Also this turned out a little bit more nsfw than what I usually do, I hope you don't mind

• in my mind Luke is very good with children and they like him a lot in return

• so if you have been in a healthy and loving relationship with him for a while, he'll probably ask how you feel about kids of your own

• as someone who wants to avoid pregnancy at all costs I like to think he'd be very understanding about you feeling uncomfortable with giving birth to a child yourself

• because of this he'd be more than happy to adopt too

• especially because he knows what it's like to loose caregivers and grow up without knowledge about your real parents, he'd be so enthusiastic to raise orphans with all the love they deserve

• along with the ones already in his Jedi Academy, you'd have a shit ton of kids around

• related to this I can totally see him giving out fun stickers as rewards

• the children cleaned their rooms? Sticker. They did their house hold chores? Sticker. They did well at school? Sticker. They made him laugh? Sticker.

• he likes to give you some too if that's what you want

• (although for wildly different reasons)

• when he's in a good mood, Luke is a tease

• often about pretty innocent things like a stain of marmelade on your top or when you mispronounce a word lost in thought

• other than that he likes to gently pull your hair while he's sneaking up on you

• or to grab your nape with ice cold fingers after washing them

• he loves hearing you shriek his name and your indignant expression after

• when you're alone though, things quickly take a turn in a whole other direction

• he's never mean of course, but making you blush is one of his favorite activities

• he likes to mock the sounds you make in bed, sometimes even going as far as mimicking them

• he likes to pinch and squeeze your soft thighs, your arms and ass or your breasts until you swat his hands away

• when he discovers something new you like, you won't hear the end of it for the next few weeks

• he has a way of glancing and smiling at you suggestively while others are around that makes you fume

• Luke likes to see you in pretty lingerie, no matter whether you bought it yourself to surprise him or if he gave it to you as a present

• one can argue about his favorite colors in that regard

• my first idea was a nice pastel green to match his lightsaber

• until I realized his lightsaber is neon green

• the ultimate conclusion: Luke likes to see you in neon green lingerie

• (maybe go for black, you can't go wrong with black)

• Luke is ✨well endowed✨ and while not too big, he's still a lot to take

• I like to think you'd need to practice to get him fully inside of you

• he's always patient and careful with you though, and knows how to make it as pleasant as he possibly can

• he doesn't want to hurt you

• that said, sometimes he tends to forget himself while you are going at it

• when at first he was slow and gentle, he sometimes gets a little bit too into it and his thrusts grow rough, almost bruising

• he'll catch himself quickly and apologize, though if you liked it, he may be willing to change up his pace a little bit

• I'd like to add how insanely attractive that man is as well

• everything about him is good looking, even (or especially?) his hands

• they are simply made to be kissed and licked

• (imagine sucking on his fingers)

• also it'd be nice to just be held by them

• your hand would completely disappear in his

• and they are always nicely warm

• I'm sure that Luke is very strong as well

• he didn't train in that swamp on Dagobah for nothing

• we all have noticed his arm muscles

• that combined with his height, he's easily able to manhandle about everyone

• the children love when he picks them up to spin them around or to throw them up in the air as if they weigh next to nothing to him

• you like to be picked up as well, especially if he then pins you to a wall

• or down on his bed

• if he wants to cuddle there is not much you can do about it

• while I'm not necessarily into nicknames or other kinds of endearments, the thought of being called bunny by Luke drives me crazy

• I find it to be fitting in every kind of situation too

• it doesn't matter if it's said in a soothing manner or just casually during the day

• imagine him calling you bunny to admonish you

• OR when you're bouncing up and down on his enormous d-*gunshot noise*

#ask #luke skywalker #star wars #fanfic #luke star wars #star wars fanfiction #luke skywalker x reader #luke skywalker x you #star wars a new hope #star wars empire strikes back #star wars return of the jedi #headcanons #luke skywalker fanfiction #luke skywalker smut

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changingplumbob · 4 months ago

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Woods Household: Chapter 2, Part 4

Four werewolves and a human sit down to dinner...

CW: Low level sim spice. Content Warning Guide

Wolfgang and Kristopher have not come alone. Natalia, Kristopher’s wife has come to. She and Kristopher have three kids together. Samir is relieved they didn’t bring them to dinner. He and Reece greet her and the meal properly begins.

Samir is nervous at first, then the other werewolves begin eating. They’re every bit as messy as him! He tucks into his food happily, glad he doesn’t have to repress his gluttonous nature and Reece prepares himself for people talking with their mouths full.

Wolfgang: This is delicious

Natalia: Much better than what we have on set

Kristopher: Natalia is an actress in her spare time

Reece: Oh my sister’s friend does that. What do you do Kristopher?

Kristopher: Look after any wolves that come through these parts

Samir: How long have you been doing that

Natalia: A while… he’s immortal see

Reece: Immortal?

Kristopher: Love you forget, they don’t know much about our lore

Wolfgang: They should if they’ve been reading my books, I see a few of them on the shelf

Samir: You write

Wolfgang: Under a pen name of course of but you can also find me at the main mill most days, I’m the librarian

Reece: You work for the library? Say hi to Flynn and Eve for me

*crickets as no one else gets the geeky joke*

Reece: Uh, did you write that bit in The Werewolf who came in from the cold?

Samir: About the collective

Wolfgang: You could read that? Oh wonderful

Kristopher: It means your eyes are adjusting properly. You’ll be able to see extra text in many of the books in the library

Wolfgang: And my books of course. Read up on what you can and we’ll fill in the blanks for you

Reece offers to sort the dishes while Samir grabs some of the meat in the fridge for seconds. Reece goes to the lounge to do more of his homework while Samir asks more questions.

Samir: Will I always be hungry

Kristopher: It takes a lot of calories to shift, and we have a faster metabolism than humans. I’d suggest planting a fruit tree of some kind so you can always have a snack on hand

Samir: I’m more a meat kind of guy

Kristopher: *whispers* how is your hearing

Samir: *whispers* pretty good

The conversation continues with the group talking so quietly that Reece who is close by cannot hear a word they say.

Natalia: It’s an adjustment being able to hear so much. I am not looking forward to what I might hear when the kids become teens

Samir: Wolfgang… what did you mean when you said Reece and I were lucky to have found each other? It seemed weighted

Kristopher: Tell me you didn’t-

Wolfgang: That was all I said Kristopher, those words

Samir: Why? What could he have said

Kristopher: Nothing that’s backed up by precedent

Wolfgang: Just because you’ve never encountered it before-

Kristopher: *snaps* For the last time, fated mates have only ever been documented in relationships between werewolves

Samir: Fated what

An awkward silence descends as Kristopher and Wolfgang exchange looks and Natalia clearly searches for something to say.

Kristopher: So you want to take on who killed your parents do you

Samir: What? *growls* Do you know who it was

Wolfgang: We have an idea

Kristopher: But no, we’re not telling you until we’re sure you won’t go getting yourself killed. Come outside with me, show me what you can do

Samir follows Kristopher outside, nearly slipping on the icy ground.

Kristopher: You need to work on your reflexes

Samir: I know…

Kristopher: I trust you’ve figured out how to shift at will?

Samir: Sort of…

Kristopher: Come on, show me

The older wolf effortlessly ripples into his wolf form while Samir enters his wolf form more awkwardly.

Samir: Why don’t our clothes tear

Kristopher: We may change our physical appearance but you’ll find we stay a similar size. Now, attack me

The pair disappear into a cloud of dust and fur! Samir isn’t used to tangling with someone as fast as him so he has a job staying ahead of Kristopher’s swings. He sadly discovers a bop to his wolf nose is extremely painful, and that it’s harder to slice through fur with his claws than he thought.

When the dust settles Kristopher is the clear victor but Samir isn’t hurt.

Kristopher: You have an amount of raw talent. That may have been fine on the football field but it’s different as a wolf. You need to work on refining your talents

Samir: I know. Thanks

Kristopher: Anytime. If you want to join the collective-

Samir: No. I have Reece

Kristopher: Up to you of course. I’ll grab the others and take our leave. Howl if you ever need anything

Samir goes inside and Reece looks up from his homework.

Reece: You do make a good looking werewolf… but I still think we should keep woohoo to human form only

Samir: No problem, I can shift

Samir goes into the kitchen to get some space and tries to shift. Nothing changes.

Samir: Damn it!

Reece: It’s okay boss, you’ve done it before. You’ll do it again

Samir: Right blondie, I’ll try. I am in control *deep breath* I am in control….

Reece does his best to think calming thoughts as Samir awkwardly shifts back to human form. It’s still a rusty process but at least he can do it.

Reece: There… my handsome lover is back. Did the others have any good tips

Samir: Just to keep reading and working on skills. Now I have a pretty good tip for you… if you can take it

Reece: *chuckles* I do my best

Samir: Come on, let’s put you to bed

Reece: *sighing* I love you

Samir: *smirks* I love you to, now come on or you’ll miss all the fun

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curiositymemes · 1 year ago

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MISTER MAGIC SENTENCE STARTERS : PART ONE.

taken from the 2023 novel by kiersten white. trigger warnings for unreality, trauma, religion, and cults. feel free to change wording and pronouns and provide context as necessary. do not add to this list.

“oh, i can see it in your eyes.”

“i’ve always known.”

“it’s okay to ask questions. questions are how we get to know the world.”

“safe, he / she / they’d say at the end of the day. safe, instead of good night, or i love you.”

“yes, it’s really me.”

“a lot of people never got closure. including us. especially us.”

“we all worried about you, you know.”

“i can’t believe i finally found you.”

“name, what did you do?”

“you don’t recognize me, do you? well, i’d never forget you, name.”

“what the actual fuck?”

“you’ve been here the whole time?”

“there’s always a spot for you.”

“i feel weirdly compelled to warn you about stranger danger.”

“i don’t remember you, but i know you. that’s enough for me, today.”

“i have so many more questions than i did before.”

“it was amazing, until it wasn’t.”

“we were all just kids.”

“time passed different then.”

“i’d say it’s like no time has passed but really too much has.”

“don’t overthink it. we’re almost there.”

“that’s so creepy. please read them all right now.”

“i changed my mind. i don’t want to hear this.”

“what’s fanfic?”

“sounds like one of those nonsense inspirational facebook posts.”

“this can’t be right.”

“i’m giving it thirty more minutes.”

“stay with us tonight, wherever we end up.”

“again, i ask: what the fuck?”

“it looks like someone put a regular house on a medieval rack and tortured the shit out of it.” / “funhouse mirror version of a house.”

“name said we aren’t staying here, and we all know she’s / he’s / they’re in charge.”

“it’s late and cold and none of you are wearing jackets.”

“is it okay if i spend the night? is there room?”

“did we all collectively dream this?”

“how does everyone remember something that, for all intents and purposes, never existed???”

“WHY DO I FEEL LIKE I MADE THE WHOLE THING UP”

“don’t sit too close. you’ll burn your eyes out, remember?”

“sorry, i’m exhausted. it’s been a long day. long year. long decade.”

“can we figure everything out in the morning?”

“let’s explore. up, or down? down, right? gotta be down. that’s where the bodies always are.”

“your mom- / dad- / parent-voice is powerful.”

“you haven’t changed at all.” / “excuse me, i’m much handsomer.”

“shut up, dork.”

“i can’t remember the last time i saw this many stars.”

“i feel like i’m losing my mind.”

“i just can’t believe you’re here. you’re really here.”

“i felt so guilty that i lost you, i shaped my whole life around the space where you were missing.”

“it was my job to watch out for you.”

“i wasn’t strong enough.”

“is it crazy that i feel closer to you than anyone else in my life?”

“it haunts us. knowing what we had, and that we can never get it back.”

“i never moved on. i never moved on at all.”

“i was only age but that shit has haunted me ever since.”

“if i had to live inside it all these years, so do you.”

“you really don’t remember it?”

“which question do you want me to answer?”

“i can’t remember the last time someone made breakfast for me. that was really nice of you.”

“i need this to work. it’s got to work.”

“i don’t want you to go through this alone. i’ll stick with you, if you’ll have me.”

“there’s something else going on here.”

“hey now, that’s not fair.”

“i guess he / she / they taught me how to survive.”

“they loved me in a way i needed to be loved. they were always there.”

“i don’t know what was real and what was nightmares after.”

“to be fair, no one ever thinks i’m a p.i., which can come in handy.”

“she deserves / he deserves / they deserve so much more.”

“not hidden, just unnoticed.”

“i’d say get a life, but i’m here talking to you about it, so i can’t really criticize.”

“married a kennedy. it was that or a bush, and kennedys throw better parties.”

“i’m trying to think what else i shouldn’t say about myself.”

“don’t worry about it. they won’t be mad at you, and they’ll be mad at me no matter what i say.”

“i figure, why poke a sleeping bear when you can kick it in the balls instead?”

“my rebellious-teen phase was cut short.”

“people think children’s lives are simple, easy, but it’s the opposite. everything that happens around them affects them, and they don’t have the power to affect any of it back.”

“you seem really intense about a show that ended thirty years ago.”

“your hand okay?”

“i’ve never needed anything more in my entire life.”

“look elsewhere, sweetie. trust me. you don’t want anything out there.”

“the desert does have a way of wriggling into your soul.”

“you’re small, and you’re alone, and you don’t matter. and that’s okay.”

“go anywhere else.”

“this doesn’t have to change anything.”

“that’s what i want. change. it’s what i asked for.”

“we’re not in trouble.”

“i should have given you a better warning.”

“i need to go alone. but don’t leave!” / “i’d never leave you.”

“if the cops come, we can thelma and louise it out of here.”

“name, you didn’t do anything bad. you were just a kid.”

“you can’t make me!”

“well, come in, i guess.”

“i’m afraid it’s not going to be enough.”

“did any of us actually make it out?”

“she / he / they didn’t ask anything of you except approval. maybe she’s / he’s / they’re still asking for that.”

“you sound like a fucking psycho.”

“you can tell me if i did a good job, if people will like it.”

“we made a deal, so we’re doing what we’re told.”

“keep going. you’re doing great.”

“i did everything i was supposed to, followed all the rules.”

“i’m so sad, all the time, and i don’t know how not to be sad.”

“i’m the link holding everything together and it’s all just weight. it’s weight, and it never lets up, and no one else ever holds it. no one else even notices it.”

“i don’t understand how i can be there every moment of every single day and somehow not exist at the same time.”

“i’m not happy, and i don’t know how to be happy.”

“i want this part to be over.”

“do you have any questions for me?”

“you were getting better.”

“we were doing what was best for you.”

“but you always got your way.”

“because he’s / she’s / they’re an idiot, that’s why.”

“i was going to be so proud to be your mother / father / parent.”

“even now, they blame me.”

“did you look for me?”

“i need your phone.”

“we were playing a game of hide-and-seek, but no one was seeking.”

“what do you want to do?”

“i like it better this way. adds character.”

“i thought you couldn’t remember what happened.” / “i didn’t say i didn’t remember. i said it doesn’t make sense.”

“you’ve been through a lot.”

“i don’t matter.”

“all that matters is figuring out the truth.”

“listen to me: it wasn’t your fault.”

“i’ve always known i did something unforgivable.”

“you still blame yourself.”

“you were my responsibility.”

“it feels unfinished, doesn’t it?”

“you want to stay?”

“this is a celebration, not a tribunal.”

“she says / he says / they say they’ll meet us there in a couple hours.”

“oh, it’s not that bad of a joke.”

“why are you sleeping, lazybones? there’s so much to do.”

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1totallynotasimp · 12 days ago

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Elijah x ADHD Reader(If Rainbow Friends was in real life)

Before you read i have never experienced ADHD and ive never properly met someone with it so u had to search more on it up .so this might not be completely correct and in really sorry bout that and please try to not get offended to much .But feel free to correct any mistakes I make

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Requested by Cassidy (on quotev)

(Your POV)

"ODD WORLD ,ODD WORLD ,ODD WORLD" we were all chanting ODD world and we were going to ODD world I was so excited . Then we all stopped in confusion

"This is odd world " Judah asks "looks kinda different " micah replied Micah then runs to the door to find out it's locked

"WOOHOO WE'RE LOCKED IN ODD WORLD!!!" Me and judah say jumping

"This isn't odd world " britney says

"awww man are we in trouble again" i reply

Then a shadow figure appears on the TV and says stuff about collecting blocks hmmm and we gotta survive

"Survive ,survive what " elijah says along with some other gibberish Everyone ran away while i started skipping and eligah followed me. I really like elijah think I like like him I wonder if he likes likes me back what did what I say make sense oh wait this is in my head I forgot this is my POV and not anyone else wait did I break the fourth wall...

*meanwhile shiloh and bros background music starts play dodododododododod ba na na*

"Wow these boxes Unfold " judah explains

"really I love boxes "I reply "since when "elijah asks me "Since now "I reply mysteriously "hey look I'm a kitty in a box meow meow meow ."

"Y/N this is serious we have to get out of here" shiloh explains then notices evryone else is in a box like me

*scary deep voice sound" Chandler has been found

Oh that's a bummer anyway I was walking with elijah and then we heard loud footsteps eligajah why do you walk so loud " I ask him

"W-what that isn't me" elijah replies Everyone else comes and gathers around the door and then I saw a very familiar blue monster but I forgot where I saw him from

"Awwwee it so cute I wanna hug him " I say going towards the blue monster

"Nope nope nope on a rope we gonna go go "elijah tells me and grabs my hand so we run away .The blue monster caught that grey jumper girl I I always forget her name .

Anyway daniel gets the last block and places it. All th flights turns of and back on and the figure from the TV starts yappin and tells about green Then we see a food bowl "aww they have a puppy" josiah exclaims "What about this place makes you think theyd have a normal pet.elijah says sarcastically

"Oooh can I keep blue as a pet pwease " I say"

"No" elijah tells me and takes my hand and we walk off. We found some of the doggy food and them we saw green "Aww look it green HIII GREEN " I say to green and start waving

"You do realise he's blind right "eligah tells me slightly smiling "Oh well ill heal his blindness with my great hug because I'm the queen of hugs " I yell going to hug green

"No no no no no " elijah grabs my arm and pulls me away frome green " Y/N you can't keep doing this "

"Doing what " i ask "trying to hug the monsters " elijah replies .

"aww but there my friends " i tell him

Y/N, can we, like, stick to the plan for once?” Eligah asks me “Plans are boring!” i exclaimed, running around him him, eyes bright with mischief.

"your gonna get hurt I'm worried about you there not our friends " eligah tells me

“Then we can just hug them until they become our friends!" i yell and elijah starts laughing .

I love elijahs laugh that's why I try to make him laugh alot it's cute

We found all the doggie packets and the figure on the TV starts yappin again he talks about orange and how the vent start licking ..wait no it's leaking yeah leaking that makes more sense While me and elijah were walking shiloh runs up to us and cole is in a box on the floor we all look at cole

"Huh that odd " shiloh exclaims

"ooooh what odd" I ask

"That " shiloh says "ok what odd about it "eligah asks clearly confused

"That is odd " shiloh says again then I look more closely " *GASPS* WAIT THAT IS ODD" I yell

" I KNOW but what so odd bout it "elijah yells after me

"look it say odd "I tell elijah

"Oh that is odd "he says finally getting it

Shiloh them says stuff about how this was apart of odd world and other stuff

Judah runs near a vent and sees a puple thing in it "Oh hecko no ! Nope not today ! Not today!!!"

Me and eligah ses the purple thing to I was about to say how cute it was but eligah interupts me " No Y/N its not cute . It's not so hug-able . And it is definitely not our friend "

" *gasps* how did you know I was gonna say all that are you pyscic " I say and elijah just laughs at me his cute laugh

"what - what's so funny " I asked

Then all the light went of when we found all the fuses we had to power up the backup generator or as shiloh said find a way out then me elijah and shiloh found a room with alot of lore "ooooh spooky ... you think there's any cute monsters to hug here " I ask

Elijah amd shiloh look through everything while I just stand there playing with my hand shiloh started reading about how someone created the monsters to love the kids to much and wanted them to never let them leave "awww they just want company it .just be lonely here" I say

Elijah and shiloh were talking untill I heard the word Red WAIT RED "guys guys guys reds my brother "I tell them

"HES YOUR WHAT!"they both yell at me . "I haven't told you that I have a brother hmm I thought I did my bad " I say .

Wait that means my brother is here I haven't seen him in soooooooooooooooooooooooooo long, I wasn't paying attention until I heard

Shiloh has been found

"what huh that thing must be broken shiloh was right with us and there's no monsters around" I say I look elijah and he points to the vent with purple in it

"oh"

Now we were without shiloh what we gonna do we powered up the generator and it was just me ,eligah ,judah and fairy girl . Anyway red my brother said we were having a party and I love party's then eligah told red that we now he's red I was gonna ask red if he still remembers me but he was gone then

"Wait are you telling me that red was sus" judah says "Yes judah red was indeed sus" I say

We got to the party place and I was still holding eligahs hand we saw alot of balloons and blue was sleeping "awww look he's sleeping he's probably so tired from chasing us all day "I say "Im Sure he is "

Them a balloon popped because of a fork and now we were all running and then we found everyone else we escaped blue and then I saw red

And approached Red, i waved enthusiastically and huged red very tight. “Hey, Red! It's me, Y/N! Sibling hug !"

“You know, if I was brave enough to hug a girl like that, maybe she’d notice me,” josiah said

"It's really you" red replied to me "Yeah anyway i have to go with my friends now but ill see you next time we have to run away from the rainbow friends byeee " i smile and wave then run over to the others .

I saw red wave back to then poof he disappeared, We made it we survived . Yippee "wow we really made it " i told elijah "yeah we really did " he responded

Then He leaned in, his gaze flickering to my lips, and in that heartbeat before our mouths met, i felt a rush of exhilaration as my mind quieted, and i could finally focus on one thing then we pulled apartTalia’s eyes widened, a mixture of surprise and delight flooding her expression.

“Whoa! What was that?” i exclaimed, laughing

“Uh, I… um…” Elijah stammered, feeling heat rush to his cheeks. “I just—I don’t know!”

“We ahould kiss more often!” i declared, bouncing away, energy renewed. "i love you "elijah said softly

"I love you to " I say

The end

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#totallynotasimp #shiloh and bros #x reader #cute #funny #romance #shiloh and bros x reader #shiloh #amreading #TotallyNOTaSimp #rainbow friends #Elijah nelson #elijah x reader

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tinywitchgoblin · 8 months ago

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could i pretty please get a ship?

i’m a fairly curvy female, 5’5 or so, i have blue-green eyes, a more rounded face shape, long legs, wide hips and ribcage, and light brown/dirty blonde hair that goes a little further than my shoulders. i can be pretty clingy, but i’m usually a bit shy and closed off until i get to know someone better. i’m a pretty nice and open minded person, but i don’t take bs from anyone. i have diagnosed ADHD and can sometimes be hyper, and i tend to be very chatty if someone gives me the chance. while i can be hyper sometimes, there are times where i enjoy some nice calming moments, quiet times alone or with a friend. i have many hobbies, most are art related, and i love making things. i get blunt when i’m annoyed, i can sometimes be whiny, but i’m always a big cuddle bug. that being said, i can get pretty freaky at times. when i fall for someone, i can fall hard. i can get obsessed to the point of having dreams about them every night and having them constantly on my mind. i like to collect little trinkets, some just things i find pretty or interesting, some with a meaning behind them. i’m definitely not a morning person, and it can take me hours to get going especially if i wake up earlier than usual, and my memory isn’t great. it can be hard for me to focus on one thing and i can get very unorganized and scatter-brained. (sorry that this whole thing is like all over the place lol my brain isn’t working rn)

Thanks for participating!

I ship you with...

Echo!

When Echo first met you, it took you a little while to open up to him. However, he always made the effort to talk to you, ask you how your day was going, etc. Eventually, you warmed up to him, and things only went uphill from there.

One of Echo's love languages is quality time, and he loves spending time with you. Whether you're doing an activity together or just vibing in the same space, his favorite place is by your side. He loves the positive energy you bring, and he could listen to you talk for hours on end (which does occasically happen).

Echo loves your art, and he especially loves making art with you. He's not a particularly good artist, but that doesn't matter. He'll sit there and doodle while you work on your current piece, watching your beautiful mind work its magic- and watching your creation unfold.

During the war, Echo was very much a morning person- up at (or before) the asscrack of dawn to make sure he had everything he needed to start the day off right and complete whatever mission he and his brothers were on (whether it be with the 501st or CF99). However, once he started dating you, he learned to appreciate the beauty of lazy mornings in bed. Sometimes he'll just lay there, looking at you as you sleep peacefully, knowing that even though the galaxy may have gone to shit, at least he gets to be with you.

Thanks for reading! If you want a ship request like this one, drop it in my ask box, and don't forget to reblog 💚

#the bad bois #the bad batch #echo bad batch #the bad batch echo #clone trooper echo #arc trooper echo #echo #tbb echo #tbb echo x you #tbb x reader #tbb #tbb echo x reader #star wars x reader

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thegeminisage · 6 days ago

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sigh it's time for a star trek update. i'm behind because i've been busy thinking about lucanis dragon age. all of these are voyager episodes!! i don't have to separate them anymore :(

i don't remember which days we did what but the lineup is "equinox part i," "equinox part ii," "survival instinct," "barge of the dead," "tinker, tenor, doctor, spy," "alice," "riddles," "dragon's teeth," "one small step," "the voyager conspiracy," and "pathfinder." tragically, these will be short because there's too many and i want to go back to thinking about lucanis dragon age.

equinox parts i & ii:

TEAR THE BITCH APART!!!!!! i have never been so thrilled to see janeway ready to rip into somebody. that other captain was vile and reprehensible

delicious when janeway and chakotay fight. kind of distressing but also very fun and sexy

seven is always so good but she was GREAT in this episode

the doc's ethical program being taken away :( im glad he and seven had that little moment together...ik theyre not canon or anything and it wouldn't be my first pick for seven ships but i wouldn't have been mad about it at all. their relationship is very sweet

survival instinct:

SEVEN OF NINE MY BELOVED

damn she really did drag 3 other people back into hell so she wouldn't be there alone. i love that

the philosophical debate was kind of weak though...like literally nobody is sitting here thinking being alive as a borg is better than being dead. what even was that

also, that isn't how this works. that isn't how any of this works. the borg don't get cut off and develop feelings on the fly. they don't remember who they are when they're magically removed from the amnesia collective. picard remembered who he was and knew what was happening to him the WHOLE TIME. the horror was in not being able to do anything about it! i really and genuinely hate to say it, but tng did it better

barge of the dead:

I LOVE WHEN B'ELANNA GETS COOL STUFF TO DO

she looked hot as fuck in that armor

i do like that in this episode you can hardly blame tom paris for being alarmed. 90% of the time i am like tom paris nobody asked you but if i a hardcore atheist woke up from a coma one day and started talking about how you guys needed to kill me so i could go rescue my mom from hell i would hope someone would have the compassion to hit me on the head again until i went back to normal

i like the idea of jadzia on this little boat until her friends got her into stovokor :')

tinker, tenor, doctor, spy:

this episode was bad when they showed seven's tits but everything else was really good

i wasn't sure about it at first because of all the adoration fromt he ladies but like it's ridiculous on purpose, you know? it was funny.

i liked it! i liked that the doctor got more rights and that he got something scary and dangerous to do

bonus of the borg transformations. hot.

also those little aliens were horrible to look at but i did like that one guy stanning the emh and then realizing he had his shit all wrong and he was cooked. really funny

alice:

this one sucked so bad. like idk there's nothing else to it. it sucked bad. b'elanna, dump him. i could be your man

riddles:

AAAAUGHGHGGH TUVOK

i really like neelix when he isn't with kes. i always forget until there's a good neelix episode and then i'm like oh yeah neelix! he and tuvok make such a good duo sometimes

tuvok in this episode...damn did we know tim russ can act? like he can fucking act

it's v much like the tos episode where spock gets jizzed on by that flower and learns to feel happy...but at the expense of his logic and his duty

the ending KILLED me. tuvok gave him so little except that one pun but thats like all you need

as fun as this was, it would have been even better if seven was the one walking tuvok through it all

dragon's teeth:

i liked the myth this one drew the title from. very fun

but also, What Prime Directive

we DID get good seven of nine content out of it though. i love when she and janeway are gay

one small step:

i started out feeling skeptical about this one because of the 23andme episode. i was worried they were going to be Too excited about history

nonetheless i did absolute shed tears during the funeral section at the end. i get it .gif

are they laying some chakotay/seven groundwork here? i kind of enjoyed it. did not like him telling her to knock off the attitude but it was otherwise very fun. i won't be mad about it

the voyager conspiracy:

i'd heard a lot about people either loving or hating this one before we watched it but i LOVED it

at first i was bewildered but even though the plot is a little weak there were so many good character moments i just can't get mad about it

the j/c candlelit dinner...mwah. they just do this on the reg??

also their mutual suspicion of each other. i would have been annoyed or perhaps distressed if it had gone on too long but it was the perfect amount of time to be just a little angsty and establish how well they know one another and how much they trust each other

AND bonus janeway/seven at the end that had me welling up. OOOUGH i love gay people

pathfinder:

THIS SUCKED SO BAD I HATE BARCLAY WHY WOULD THEY BRING DEANNA BACK JUST TO PROP HIS LAME ASS UP I HATE THE HOLODECK I HATE TNG GET IT OUT OF HERE

TONIGHT: "fair haven" and "blink of an eye."

#personal #star trek blogging #voy lb

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tonberry-yoda · 2 years ago

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Hi!! I'd like to ask for a romantic jjba matchup if theyre available! I use she/they pronouns and am pansexual. I'm 5'11 and pretty chubby. When comfortable, I'm really energetic and playful and I love talking!! So much! If the right topics are brought up nothing can make me shut up. I'm really loud and don't realize I'm yelling until people point it out. I'm super unaware and oblivious to both my surroundings and others feelings, so total honesty is super appreciated at all times bc I'll be honest! I'm really dumb. Like really dumb. I'm very affectionate, and my love languages are just about all of them except for gift giving (Im HORRIBLE with picking gifts). I get really uncomfortable with physical or verbal affection in public though. I love spending time with other people, but my social skills are kinda trash so I rarely ever initiate conversations. I tend to rough house with my friends and family a lot, and love teasing them too, though sometitmes I can be a bit too mean. My memory is PATHETIC! I forget things all the time. I'm also kinda emotional and can have a pretty bad temper, and will lash out the second I'm disrespected but I forgive so easily. I am physically incapable of holding grudges for longer than a few days. I love overdressing! I personally pride myself on my humor and think I'm super funny! I value laughter heavily and think that finding someone with a similar sense of humor is very important.

My fashion taste is way too expensive for my budget, but I love clowncore and decora the most!

I love music so much! I'm listening to it every day of the year, every hour of the day, so on and so on. I listen to all kinds, hip-hop, classical, country, theres not a genre I dont like, but my favorites are ska, metal, hyperpop, and disco music!

My hobbies include gaming, writing, watching anime, dancing, staring up at the sky like a turkey, doll collecting, plushie collecting, cooking, and napping. I really like clowns, zoology, and amusement parks (I like the spinny rides).

I hope this is good! You don't have to reply! Hope you have a good day, sorry for the poor grammar and excessive exclamation marks! English is my first language but as I said earlier, Im really dumb *<}:•]

notes: Hi love!!! <3 sorry this took so long! i was piled with so many requests, but I'm finally here! I really hope you're well!! Also, you just sound so delightful and in that regard, I have the PERFECT character for you!

the character I chose for you is...

JOSUKE HIGASHIKATA!!!

this is the perfect man to match your energy

he loves that you are always hype and he will be 100% hype with you

he is also just as playful so you have the perfect man for you

he loves talking just as much as you, so you two get to talking for HOURS and definitely lost track of time

you both can get SO LOUD OMFG

but it's cute

other people have to shut you two up

he's dumb too, don't worry

you both will be the dumbest people in the room, and then people will correct you and you'll just look at each other and burst out laughing

dont worry, he'll be the gift giver

expect goofy gifts like funny socks lol

but he loves cuddling

and will respect you in public because that makes you uncomfy

he will definitely leave the loving words and cuddles for home ;)

he's a big talker to others

he is not shy

so he'll help you initiate conversation with people you want

he kinda helps boost your social skills

it's rad

HE LOVES SPENDING TIME WITH YOU, OKAY?!?!?

you two will play fight a lot lmaoooo

like a ton of mini wrestling matches tee hee

he can also get a bit of a temper (about his hair, duh), so he will know how to handle you when you get angry and emotional

you two help each other <3

you both forgive each other pretty easily, so temper is never a big deal since you both know how to deal with it

he laughs at all of your jokes and he will tell you jokes too

HE LOVES YOUR FASHION SENSE DUDE

like seriously omfg

he is someone who loves to dress a little too expensive too, so you both cry over your bank account, but dress like gods at the end of the day

date time for him is just sitting and listening to music outside in the summertime watching the sunset <3

he loves your room so much

like you two spend a lot of time in there and he notices cool new things every time

he will game with you and cuddle and watch anime

he will kick your ass in video games and you will kick his

he will 100% take you on amusement park dates omfg

like most fun time for the two of you

again, he just loves your energy and you cant get enough of each other <3

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matchup rules | pinned post @tonberry-yoda

#i hope you like it #this is everything to me #sorry it took a million years lol #jjba #writing #fanfic #my writing #fanfiction #<3 #asks #jojos bizarre adventure #jjba x reader #matchup #matchups #josuke #josuke higashikata x reader #josuke x reader

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euthanizememommy · 1 year ago

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As a neurodivergent poc, is it just me, or do some nd/autistic grievances about neurotypicals sound entitled? I don't like neurotypicals as much as the next guy but some posts I see I can't help but to *stare in neurodivergent black person.* And it's not the ones that are just venting abt nt experiences it's the ones that talk about nts communication style as if it's unnecessary and for no reason or ones like "why do they ask "can you blank" instead of "do blank" why can't they just communicate clearly." Like we wall haven't heard of men killing women for a direct 'no.' or acting like If nt person did directly give them a direct instruction their PDA wouldn't kick in. Like, most likely, you actually wouldn't like if the nt person above you just communicated clearly and directly. And reading these as a nd poc, I can't help but read these as incredibly entitled. How is a nt person going to know how nds communicate or how best to say things to have nds understand when we also have contradictions on our communication style like I exemplified above. And before some of you argue "well we have to mask and speak like them why can't they do the same" because that's not how ableism works, they literally do not have to. Their life doesn't depend on nds understanding of them.

And I think it's also the rejection and dismissal of the communication style that give me the feeling of entitlement as a POC. Things like "I can't read their minds" or "I shouldn't have to dissect what they say to understand" okay? And I shouldn't have to filter everything I do to be "palatable" to be perceived as a human being to not just white people but everyone including other nd people. But they don't call this world racist and ableist for no reason so i mask as both a neurotypical AND "palatable" BECAUSE I HAVE TO. I WAS FORCED TO LEARN THROUGH YEARS OF NEGATIVE REINFORCEMENT. Being misunderstood as a ND while black can get me killed. In a perfect world we wouldn't have to, we don't and yes you should definitely practice trying to read their minds for you're own safety and efficiency through society. If you don't think you have to, great, I love that for you.

Like there's this idea its absolutely impossible for nds to understand nts communication style while also being known for pattern recognition. And I included that I have to mask as racially palatable for nds too bc I had an autistic yt coworker almost call the cops on a black guy just sitting in our restaurant bc they felt threatened(it turned out to be another coworker). Racism is one of the social constructs I thought we we weren't suppose to understand guys! I just simply cannot buy that we have pattern recognition, but the link to nts aversion to emotional friction to soft indirect language confounds ALL of us.

I have to learn the language of my oppressor to live, to move efficiently through society and that is the same with trying to communicate with nts. So when I hear nds talking like this it not only gives me the ick of entitlement, but genuine concern for safety. I'm not always spot on but I've figured out enough, it's not impossible.

Here are just some of the ways I've come to understand nt communication while being nd

1) WHY ARE NEUROTYPICALS LIKE THAT (MASKING):

Mask for us are uncomfortable and can only be worn as long as our energy provides. Mask for them are IMMOVABLE so much so they can actually FORGET they are not their mask.

Background: nts do not have our pattern recognition that tells us someone is a dick or a threat. Think of it like how it is in the wild, when animals are around unfamiliars that seem to be in the same place in the food chain, they don't act however they want, they have to approach slowly so that they know they are safe.

That is why nts act fake and why they rely on small talk. They're collecting information until they have enough to feel a level of comfort. And I say levels bc they have designated comfort levels for work, home, friends, romantic partners, etc.

We build our lives off of our Interest, things we enjoy, people who we share with, etc. their lives are built off their mask, their REPUTATION. Social hierarchy isn't just something they use to feel better than someone, their opportunities for advancing their quality of life is directly correlated to their advancement in the social hierarchy. For most, it's literally how they feed their children. Their mask is what they use to meet the people they need to meet in order to get the job they have or even the person they marry. If this mask were to slip everything they've built would collapse. You know in those coming of age movies where they're like "I forgot who I was to fit in" this is what they are referring to they LITERALLY forget in some sense who they are bc they don't have a special interest, they can make anything an interest especially if it means they can gain an advantage i.e "my boss likes golf, I will act like I like golf=oh no Im a golfer"

2)WHY DO THEY JUST FOLLOW ORDERS, WHY DO THEY HATE WHEN I ASK WHY. (In a work context)

In order for things like governments, offices, society, to exist there are people at every. Single. Level operating. Most of the time they aren't mad you're asking why bc they think you're being insubordinate (in some cases yes) but most of the time it's bc there are so many other factors. The task in question is one of many under layers and layers of previous orders in a specific sequence, like a chain, that so many people depend on that when interrupted could negatively affect a lot of people. All of this could also be happening all at once. So they really just need you to do the task bc the explanation is so long and the execution of it doesn't require telling you, so when you stop everything demanding explanation, disrupting an operation much bigger than you, this is why we come off as selfish.

The way I alleviate for myself so I won't get fired is I either inference the why or tell myself "there is probably a good reason why they want me to do this and I'll find out soon enough" I usually do and it usually is. So yeah they really can't just explain it to you when you want them to.

3) WHY CANT THEY JUST BE DIRECT WHY DO THEY HIDE BEHIND SOFT LANGUAGE

For safety. I'm really tired of nds acting like this concept is nonsensical as if PDA and RSD wouldn't have you in a mess if you were talked to without soft language.

Okay so WHY do neurotypicals say "CAN you do this?" When they me "do this thing." Why is "no" unacceptable and why does everything have to be in a code.

They want to be PERCEIVED as nice. Remember their livelihood is dependent on how they are perceived. They don't want to straight out say "No" bc that could mean they are offered less opportunities bc they've set a standard of rejection.

I can't think of more right, please if there's always something you wanted to understand behind why and nt does something I can probably answer I just can't remember it all bc it's a lot obviously. But the best way I navigated understanding is comparing it to the wild, the food chain, and understanding as the inverse of being nuerodivergent. After doing it again and again you begin to notice the pattern. Not only did this help me for important things like work but it helped me better distinguish between nds and nts and stop wasting my time trying to be accepted by nts.

#nuerodivergent #autism spectrum disorder #ask #poc #neurotypical #questions #racism #code switching

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flowersandbirdsflyingfree · 2 years ago

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Rasperry Swirl! For Metallic Roses, Iron Petals and Edelweilß

THE BIG THREE

raspberry swirl: how does your F/O cheer you up when you are feeling down?

Edelweiß- We are so comfortable with each other it’s like we read the other’s mind like an open book. Edward and I will talk about whatever’s bothering me. He always knows what to say since he’s both honest but gentle with me. Of course, this goes for everyone here, but a big hug and a shoulder to cry on helps me feel better. Sometimes, he’ll sing to me. He usually sings It Worries Me by Frank Sinatra or All I Ask of You from Phantom of the Opera

🎶Then say you'll share with me

One love, one lifetime

Let me lead you from your solitude🎵

🎵Say you need me with you here, beside you

Anywhere you go, let me to too

Dear Madeline, that’s all I ask of you🎶

And then he kisses me on the forehead ;w; Oh, and trying to ground me through our nature walks together, which is usually when we rant our thoughts. (FUN FACT: Once I start speaking German more fluently, he and I shift into angry German squawking our heads off about how the world has gone mad XD) Or asking me about my stuffed animals or little trinket collections to calm me down if I’m having a hard time cooling down from crying spells

IronPetals- At first, he was clueless and he knew I was not someone to simply leave upset. I always know the right things to say! Why can’t he, damn it?! The best he could do was do a comparing thing to get me to forget. “Uh… what hurts more? Holding a frozen turkey or a papercut?” Real smooth, Johnny Bravo

But, he at least offers a hug and a promise to protect me from the rough stuff out in this world. He takes the humor approach later on. Over time, he does learn how to talk about feelings and can give solid, no nonsense advice. Though it’s much easier to try and make silly made up stories and impersonations to watch me smile. Tank does love having me lay on his chest while hushing me all better

Metallic Roses- Crow is on alert if I get upset. Usually, he’ll ask for GPC or Mike’s advice on serious issues. They’re the most in tune with emotions to at least give him a better idea on expressing himself. Crow will panic if I start to cry and hushes me until he either calls everyone for help or tries to peck kisses at me. Otherwise, he tries to do activities with me to try and get me to feel distracted like revising his scriptwriting and complimenting me in the process. Or doing a craft together since I love doing those. Otherwise, he does hold me close and rests his chin on the top of my head and hums a bit.

#ask #ironpetals #edelweiß #metallic roses

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laramcelino · 2 years ago

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My headcanons for the personality of FT characters cus they are very basic, starting with team Natsu:

Natsu:

It's already canon but, he takes fighting me advantage of everyone thinking he is a dumbass, so I like to think he uses it for everything

He is kinda shy when it comes to talk of sex and romance, maybe Igneel traumatized him idk, so he also plays dumb to avoid questioning and chat about it

Also people say because of his behaviors he looks more childlike, but it backfires when they see him getting serious and is not cute as an angry kid

Discretely start to bury himself inside his scarf when feels shy or uncomfortable

He absolutely hates the fact that the girls of the team think he is cute when shy

He is the type of person who acts drunk without even being that drunk

Like he's not a lightweight, but people assume he is drunk when he is only typsy

He likes his hair a lot, and is the only thing he puts a personal care

He hates being touched unannounced

Has a weird memory so he may forget his own birthday, but remember the name of the flower you said you like in that trip five years ago

He haves ADHD and I take no criticism in it

Has dyslexia this is why he struggles to read and write

Cus of his good hearing he gets a lot of gossip on the guild, half of it he doesn't pay attention the other half he ignores for his own good

And half of what he ignores he forgets until the next day the other half he zips inside of his brain forever, he knows some spicy shit

He likes to hear people tell stories so sometimes when Lucy just want to read instead of doing anything "fun" he asks to her to read for him

It's actually a good coach, so kids in fairy tail love to practice fisical fighting with him

Lucy:

Actually knows very well about trade and bargain, so she always get discounts for the team on hotels and restaurants, call it a family trait or evolution for spending too much with Natsu around

She is broke cus gets impulsive and buys too much clothing and accessories

Anytime the boys let she likes to dress them in a more stylish way

She knows how to flirt and it completely infuriates her when it doesn't work as she wants

As a rich girl she learn a lot of "ladylike" things such as table etiquette, embroidery and flower language

She also knows how to speak two other languages

She is a fast learner so domestic tasks where easy to pic after leaving the kozern

The only thing she suffer to learn is to bake, Mira can't help anymore

She bruises like a peach and even if she doesn't have any big scar, she have tons of small ones, mainly on her legs

People think she may be obsessed with not marking her skin, but actually don't, she cherishes her battle scars

She always knows what to gift someone, doesn't matter if it's expensive or handmade she gives the best gifs in the guild

Is a people pleaser, hard

Is the team therapist

Gives good advice but never listen to herself

She can take compliments on her appearance very well, but talk about her talents and the girl gets all flushed

Erza:

Can't cook to save her life

Aside of clothes, weapons and armors she also likes to collect plants

Doesn't means she is good at it

Even if she gets flustered when people mention sex, she haves a very dirty mind and will be the first to think dirty 😏

Is very well organized and enjoy cleaning

Secretly enjoy Natsu and Gray constant bickering, if they are fighting it means they are okay

Is overprotective (mainly to kids in the guild) to the point people need to ask her to relax

And when someone spend time to take care of her she gets emotional

She wish she was better with children but always end up scaring them

It makes her a little scared of being a mom

Once in a mission a bunch of kids run away from her after slaying a monster in a harsh way, the one child who didn't run said they wanna be like her when they grow up

Erza cried about it for an hour

Her sense of style is either terrible or spot on, depends on her mood

She loves when people play with her hair, she often sleep during it

Gray:

Tries to look as cool and stoic as Laxus, but is a dumbass like Natsu

The only thing he is better is at holding his tongue

He had a crush in half of the girls in the guild

He never tried to date cus thinks he would be a terrible boyfriend

Is shy for romance, but will deny it

He is like the protective brother of the girls so he will be jealous of then, especially Erza, Cana, Lucy and Wendy

He likes to hear gossip, even if he don't show or tell anyone

Cana is the one who tells more for him, it's like a bonding time

Also when he knew about the Gildarts thing he felt betrayed for not knowing it before, since they are best friends

Then he blame himself for not being a better friend for her want to tell, and she said: shut the drama! Sit, I have some spicy shit to tell ya

Can't take spicy food

He is very observant and often knows someone is sad just by seeing then

Was the first to understand that Natsu has a crush on Lucy and tease him for it

He have bad self-steam and compares himself too much

Is a heavy drinker but when he gets drunk he became naked honest and may cry a little

He used to go party a lot with Loke and it always end up with him saying: I'm not saving your womanizer ass again!!

Wendy:

As Natsu acts overly dumb she will grow to act overly inocent

But damn, she had read some of Erza steam books

Lucy caught her and promise to never tell anyone

Can't keep her room clean for more than half an hour

As everyone around her is loud she tends to talk more softly

But when she is too much exited she will be just as loud as everyone else

Can tell you are not okay by just hearing your voice

A great cook, and always offer herself to do the meals

It's also a part of the fact she loves take cares of others

She loves when Lucy and Erza let her braid their hair

Sometimes when Natsu's hair is longer than normal he lets her do some hairstyles too

Is very insecure of her abilities and appearance and is always comparing herself to others

Erza and Lucy noticed it and started to do girls nights with her to talk and relax

Doesn't know how to deal with compliments

She's a silent girl but very clumsy so when trying to sneak into someone she end up telling her position

For now I think is it.

I do not have many headcanons for the exceeds even though I love Happy with my heart (⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)⁠♥

#fairy tail #fairy tail headcanons #lucy heartfilia #natsu dragneel #erza scarlet #gray fullbuster #wendy marvell

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nataliaphantomhivesblog · 4 years ago

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Newsflash: Dazai cares for Chuuya

Before reading any further, I will be talking about stormbringer, so spoilers ahead!! Translation credits go out to: @popopretty on tumblr, make sure to give this kind human some love and appreciation<3

Also if you want to read the first few chapters of stormbringer: @buraihatranslations is currently translating it, give them much love and appreciation as well, they deserve it!!

Honestly, I have been so obsessed with Soukoku lately and I think the reason behind this is because when it comes to Soukoku, their feelings for each other are not as easy to grasp as love or hate, it is much more profound than that. There is care, hurt, trust, resentment, companionship, bitterness, and consideration...And ironically enough, thats just the tip of the iceberg.

If we break down their individual feelings towards each other, it will be easier to understand their bond.

On Chuuya's end, his feelings are much more clear due to his expressive personality. He wears his emotions on his sleeves, he can try and hide what he feels towards Dazai but his true feelings tend to unravel easily.

He sometimes tries to mask his feelings towards Dazai by throwing insults, but his facial expressions are enough to contradict what he is saying.

Chuuya's feelings towards Dazai can be easier to comprehend. He obviously feels this certain betrayal due to the fact Dazai left the Port Mafia. Not to mention, he and Dazai have always had a rivalry relationship.

In the Soukoku wiki page, it is stated that Chuuya is aware of Dazai not experiencing a proper childhood, therefore allows him to act as childish as he can and lets him tease him relentlessly. I don't know how reliable this source is, but either way I think its worthy enough to add.

In the Dragon head conflict when Dazai was out of sight, Chuuya told Mori to forget about Dazai. That was until Hirotsu mentioned a microscope, Chuuya quickly realizes it was code language because he remembered a previous conversation where Dazai says he needs a microscope to be able to see Chuuya properly.

The moment he figured out it was a tracker, Chuuya did not hesitate to jump in and rescue Dazai. But here is the catch: No one but Chuuya knew about the microscope, if Chuuya really didn't care for Dazai he wouldn't have mentioned the microscope and kept all this under wraps, leaving Dazai in a mess.

Chuuya trusts Dazai with his life. He never hesitates to leave his life on Dazai's hands when it has to come to it. Chuuya and Dazai have known each other for years, for Chuuya to be able to trust Dazai that much is because Dazai also cares for him too, right?

The answer here is yes, Dazai cares for Chuuya. In a superficial level, it doesn't seem like Dazai truly cares, but I can assure you that he does care for him. Weather you like to think of his care in a platonic or romantic manner, the care Dazai has for Chuuya is undeniable and extremely significant for Dazai's character.

I think that stormbringer establishes this idea even further. There is one specific moment in this light novel that shows his genuine concern towards Chuuya's well being:

"There is one problem." Dazai cut off his sentence hesitantly. "It has nothing to do with the sucess rate of the plan. It is a matter we have to overcome in the end but... It may require some time to decide."

"What's with you?" Chuuya raised his eyebrows at Dazai. "Stop dramatizing it. Just hurry up and say it."

"I said earlier about this control spell to open the 'gate' that is used to reset the command inside Chuuya, right?" Dazai spoke with a strangely restrained voice. "If we use that, the logs of the command formula that were written in the past will be erased. That means...even if the memory erasure was used on Chuuya in the past, the traces of that will be erased as well."

"What?"

"I told you before right, the memory erasure command. The only way we can confirm if Chuuya is human or not is to check the history to see if the memory erasure command was ever used. It means..." Dazai looked at Chuuya with eyes that he had never looked at him before. Those eyes were serious. "If we use that control spell, the method to confirm if Chuuya is an artificial personality created by a string of code, or just a normal human being, will be lost. For good."

The time had stopped.

Chuuya opened his eyes and looked towards Dazai but his eyes were not seeing anything. The wind blew between the two of them. Even so, Chuuya did not blink.

"Verlaine became like that because he was tormented by the curse that he was not human. That only is enough of a big problem. The matter of being human or not." Dazai looked at his pocket watch, gave it a glance and continued. "I can delay the time until the plan starts for about two minutes. I will send an order for my men to wait... You can think about it alone for a while. Cuz I guess its hard for you to collect your thoughts with me around."

Having said so, Dazai turned away and walked down the stairs, leaving Chuuya alone.

Dazai fixated in his pocket watch. Two more minutes. Too short for a life decision. But he couldn't afford more than that.

Inside Dazai's head, he was planning a procedure to swith to an alternative plan in case Chuuya refused, at a tremendous speed.

This section in stormbringer is personally one of my favorites, this is a very rare moment between both of them, but especially for Dazai. Like I stated earlier Chuuya wears his emotions on his sleeves, therefore even if he tries to mask his care with insults, its still painfully noticable that he genuienly looks after Dazai. Chuuya also sometimes show a vulnerable side of himself to Dazai, especially after using corruption.

Dazai on the other hand is extremely unreadable. Its hard to understand his true intentions and if he really cares for people or only sees them as a pawn. In this moment though, Dazai was being painfully genuine. Dazai literally prioritized Chuuya over the mission. He was already thinking of coming up with an alternative plan just in case Chuuya refused, obviously the sucess rate of the alternative plan would be lesser than the actual plan Dazai had in mind, he choose Chuuya's wellbeing over a mission.

In this section, Dazai wasn't throwing jokes or witty remarks, he was being serious. Because Dazai knows how desperately Chuuya wants to be human. He knows how important being human is to Chuuya.

Dazai wasn't manipulating Chuuya by giving him the chance to decide, we can see that Dazai was literally showing a lot of hesitation when mentioning this to him, we also get to see what Dazai was thinking, and we can tell he wasn't thinking about manipulative his movements in any way. All of this wasn't coming out of manipulation, it was coming out of pure care.

After six steps, Dazai reached the stair. He stepped on the stair and started walking down. Three steps down the stair, he heard a *clang*, a cool sound of metal echoing behind him. It sounded like the metal was kicked by the sole of someones shoes. The moment Dazai realized what the sound was, Dazai turned around in surprise.

There was already no one at the top.

Dazai was dazed for a moment, then he loosened his lips and laughed.

"Trying to act cool, huh?" Dazai smiled, both annoyed and relieved. Then he turned on his radio and sent out his order. "Chuuya has sallied, everyone get ready for battle."

I personally love this part so much, relief washed over Dazai the moment he noticed that Chuuya was going to go through with the first plan, which proves my point that he wasn't manipulating him and how Dazai was under a lot of stress because he wasn't sure if the alternative plan would be as effective as his original one.

Yet he still was willing to go through the alternative plan if Chuuya refused, because Dazai values him and regards his wellbeing.

Dazai was being surprisingly gentle in this section, he was being honest. There was no ulterior motive behind his actions here, just a boy looking after his partner.

"So i'm going to send an order to my men to prepare for action... Is that okay?"

"Of course it's okay." Chuuya turned to Dazai. "Why are you asking me such a thing?"

Dazai didn't answer right away.

That was an unusual expression. It's like he was trying to say something, but he had to arrange the words in his head to decide where he should start. An expression he rarely shows.

This was right before Dazai drops the bomb to Chuuya about the memory erasure command. He was even asking for Chuuya's opinion on sending his men to get ready, this was the first time Dazai ever showed actual concern without masking it with witty remarks. You can tell that Chuuya isn't used to this.

And when you think about it, when Dazai and Chuuya have missions together, Dazai always uses corruption as a last resort and he always allows Chuuya to make the decision if they will be using it or not.

I personally belive that the main reason Chuuya trusts Dazai with using corruption is because The Sheep used to exploit his powers too much, but Dazai leaves the decision to use corruption up to Chuuya. Dazai understands the physical and mental toll corruption takes on Chuuya and therefore leaves the choice up to him.

Theres another section in stormbringer that I really enjoy, it doesn't necessairly show solicitude but I still think this should still be taken into consideration:

"You seem pretty confident that Chuuya is human, don't you?"

"I am," Dazai laughed with a sigh. "There is no way a man-made code could create such a personality that I detest so much."

Throughout the whole story, Dazai is more than determined that Chuuya is human. The main reason Dazai finds Chuuya so intresting is because of how frighteningly human Chuuya can be, because of the fact that he always wears his emotions on his sleeves, something Dazai rarely does himself. Thats personally a nice sentiment from Dazai's end, even when Chuuya struggles completely when it comes to believing in his own humanity, Dazai still can't help but see him as a human being.

Also I am aware that Dazai literally said he detests Chuuya here but he also sighed and laughed while stating this, showing us that he isn't being serious about hating him.

And its not only in stormbringer were he shows his concern towards Chuuya. In fact, in this following manga pannel Dazai is telling Chuuya that if he is willing to listen him, he will stage his own escape so that Chuuya doesn't get punnished.

Honestly, if Dazai didn't care enough for Chuuya, he wouldn't have mentioned this to him. Chuuya didn't care enough to realize that he literally unwillingly freed Dazai which would get the pm mad at him, so the fact that Dazai is literally helping him out is no doubt out of care for him. If Dazai didn't have any regard for Chuuya he would've not staged his escape or mentioned anything to Chuuya, eventually incriminating him.

There are many misconceptions when it comes to Dazai's feelings towards Chuuya, people think that he doesn't care for him due to the fact that he left the Port Mafia, leaving Chuuya behind. But heres the thing: Dazai's intentions had nothing to do with Chuuya. He left the organization for his own good, he left it to fullfill Oda's wish.

"If Dazai cared for Chuuya then why didn't he take Chuuya with him?" the reason is simple, he knows how much the PM means to Chuuya. In stormbringer it is shown that Chuuya feels as if his humanity is attached to the people he is loyal to, in this case its the port mafia. Verlaine wanted to get rid of the pm because he believed that the pm is what kept Chuuya's humanity, eventually making Chuuya believe that he is only human if he stays loyal to the pm. Dazai knows this. Thats exactly why he didn't take Chuuya with him or even explains to Chuuya why he left, he knows it would be selfish to basically rip Chuuya's sense of humanity apart.

I have a feeling that if Dazai told Chuuya about the real reason he left the Port Mafia, Chuuya will not only feel conflicted about being in the pm, but he would also have an inner conflict with himself as a human.

People also think Dazai may not really care for him because of the fact that after the fight against Lovecraft he actualy deserted him, maybe that part was truly just supposed to be seen as simple humor, but either way I want to talk about it. Chuuya's only request to Dazai was to take him back to base safe, so why did Dazai leave Chuuya behind?

I mean he has carried Chuuya back to saftey before with no problem, for example in stormbringer when Chuuya uses corruption for the first time Dazai carries him back to the billiards bar and not to the mafia’s base so that he could say goodbye to his passing friends.

The reson behind this is because Mori needs to know that unlike Dazai, Chuuya is absolutely loyal to him. Leaving Chuuya the way he did will make Mori believe that these two really are at each others throats and that Dazai is insignificant to Chuuya. Making it seem that for Chuuya, the mafia comes first before anything else.

Therefore Dazai established Chuuya's saftey within the mafia since not only does Mori want these two to be hostile with each other, he doesn't want Chuuya to eventually turn against him if he truly found out more about Dazai's true reason of departure. Then again, this isn't canon but it is a logical assumption.

Not to mention that although Dazai did leave him behind, he folded Chuuya's coat and hat before taking his leave. There is also an an extra chapter where Ozaki Kouyou was talking with Chuuya but when he left he forgot his coat, which made Kouyou came across the coat; where she noticed a badge sewed inside saying "Name: Hatrack", she smiled fondly thinking to herself that some things just never change, in this case, Dazai and Chuuya's bond.

Dazai literally took his time to sew this into his coat just to tease him, it was a simple gesture but it shows us how their dynamic will never change. No matter what these two go through, they will always share a bond that consists on teasing, trust and underlying care.

All of this actually makes that theory of Dazai planting a bomb under Chuuya's car for the sole reason that the PM doesn't find Chuuya as an acomplice who aided Dazai on his escape much more feasable.

For Dazai to just plant a bomb under Chuuya's car with no motive makes no sense because if Dazai's true intentions were to simply mess with Chuuya, he would've most likely made it clear at that time. Dazai always has an underlying motive behind his actions, and in this case it is very likely that he did that for Chuuya's sake.

Don't get me wrong, I am aware that the bomb incident could've just been a comedic moment and I shouldn't look too much into it, but there is still a posibility, right?

These two hold so much trust and care for one another, yet they also hold a lot of bitterness and resentment. In the end the good aspects of their dynamic outweighs the bad.

Either you see these two in a platonic or romantic way, you can't tell me that their bond isn't significant.

Thank you so much for reading!! I wanted to talk about this for a while because I feel like people misinterpret Dazai's feelings towards Chuuya a lot so I hope this clears up things a bit<3

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rafescoke · 3 years ago

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All I Ask ; Rafe Cameron (Part 2)

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Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: Reader finds herself in the arms of her best friend’s brother after finding her boyfriend cheating on her

Warnings: Swearing, cheating, hella angst, JJ being an extreme asshole

A/N: you guys are truly amazing. thank you so much for the countless amount of love & support for my last works, i love you!

p.s, my request box is always open! go ahead and drop any ideas bae

“Hey,” he said softly. “You’re okay?”

(Y/N) emitted a laugh, her eyes focusing on the road, but her mind was somewhere else. She cleared her throat, “Um, I don’t think so.”

“Want to talk about it?” he said, and she noticed the grogginess behind his voice. She felt bad now, knowing that she had woken him up, but she was desperate for someone.

She couldn’t go to the pogues; her only friends, not when they knew. They knew all along about Kie and JJ but they didn’t try to talk to her. She thought about Pope, how he had looked so nervous around her since a month ago and how she had thought of it as nothing more than anxiety for his new upcoming scholarship application.

(Y/N) groaned, tightening her fingers around the steering wheel. Why had she been so naive? Why couldn’t she realize the signs sooner?

“Are you okay?” Rafe asked, suddenly jolting up from his bed when he realized how quiet she has gotten. Ever since they got close 4 years ago, there was never a long silence between them as (Y/N) always has a random topic to discuss about. He would tell her that he doesn’t care, but he truly likes the new information she’ll give him.

Like how the word ‘who’ is the oldest English word in the world.

“Like, the owl?” he asked, scrunching his face. (Y/N) rolled her eyes, licking the slowly melting ice cream, and Rafe had a sudden thought of stealing her snack.

“No. God, you’re stupid. It’s who.”

“Yeah, the owl,” he grunted, thinking hard. (Y/N) looked at him with her bored eyes again, and Rafe took a quick glance at the dripping ice cream.

“No, Rafe, that’s woo. I’m talking about who.”

“You should write it.”

Rafe watched as she used her pointer to write the word ‘who’ on the table using her ice cream. Rafe laughed, finally understanding the joke, and he smiled wider when she returned a grin.

“No,” her voice croaked, and she could feel her tears slowly rolling down her red cheeks. God, she felt stupid. Why would she cry over stupid stuff like this? She had told Rafe before that she couldn’t understand why Bella Swan was too sad over Edward’s flight, saying how Bella had Jacob all along to help her get over him. Rafe rolled his eyes at this statement, muttering something along the words of ‘this is a movie’, ‘Edward is hotter’, and ‘Jacob look like that cashier guy at the hardware store’.

But she understood everything clearly now because she too, felt like staying in her room for the rest of her life.

“What happened? Do you need me to pick you up?” Rafe asked again, finally standing up from his bed and walking towards his bedside table to retrieve his car keys. He rubbed his eyes, still so tired, but he wanted to make sure she was safe.

“It’s alright, Rafe, you don’t have to pick me up, it’s just, um-” she took a deep breath, “Can I come over?”

Rafe stopped in his tracks, not sure if he had heard her right. He waited for a few seconds, “Huh?”

“Can I come over?” (Y/N) bit her lips, making a turn towards the road heading to Figure 8 from the Cut. The road was deserted, and she looked at the dashboard to check on the time.

2.43 a.m.

“Yeah, sure, um, when are you coming? I just have to wait for you, so you know the new passcode of the backdoor.”

“You guys changed it already?” she asked, and she was surprised to find a smile creeping onto her face. “When was the last time I came over? 2 months ago?”

“9,” Rafe muttered, “But it’s okay. I’ll wait for you, okay?”

“Okay,” she released a breath, “Thank you, Rafe.”

“Yeah,” was all he said before ending the line.

Maybe she did missed him.

When she arrived before the white building of the Camerons’ household, she could see a figure sitting on the front porch, bending over something that (Y/N) assumed to be a phone.

Rafe was mindlessly playing Candy Crush, just starting on his third level when he heard a car door being shut. He jumped to his feet, ready to greet the girl, but stopped in his tracks when he saw the state of her.

She was still in her party clothes, her (H/C) hair in a messy ponytail and her makeup all smudged. He tried to think of a joke, wanting to lighten up the mood, but his deed was interrupted when she finally had him in a tight hug.

“Whoa,” Rafe exclaimed, putting his arms around her waist. He let her stayed in that position for a few more seconds, liking the warmth, and finally parted after he cleared his throat.

“What’s wrong?”

“I, um-” she sighed, not looking into his eyes. “I got cheated on.”

Rafe was glued to his spot as he watched her wiped her tears with her sleeve, looking down to her glittery blue slippers. He couldn’t remember the amount of times he had prayed for his (Y/N) and JJ to call it off, but he didn’t hope for any kind of cheating to occur.

“I’m so sorry,” Rafe said, pulling her into a hug again. He rested his chin against the top of her head, letting the scent of strawberry wafted into his nostrils. (Y/N) cried against his chest, her face all scrunched up, and when she pulled away for the second time, she noticed the tear stains on his shirt.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” she rushed, trying to remove the stain using her fingers even though she knew it was impossible. She was too tired to think logically; she felt like laying in bed and watching Love Island until the day she dies.

“You’re still stupid, even when you’re all fucked up,” Rafe sighed, but he watched her from the corners of his eyes in case his words had struck her, but she looked like she understood the joke. She smiled weakly, pulling on the hem of her dress that had rode up down.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up,” he said, pulling her by her wrist as he guided her through the backdoor to his room. He showed her the new passcode proudly, mouthing how it was his birthday date this time, and (Y/N) had emitted a small laugh.

Screw maybe, she did missed him.

“And still a mess,” she sighed, plopping onto Rafe’s blue bedsheet as she took a look around the room. The painting of a random boat in the middle of an ocean was still askewed, and his trash can were piling up. She made a face, pointing at the cause of disturbance.

“You have to clean that.”

“Sorry I couldn’t let you stay in our five stars suite, ma’am,” he said, finding an old t-shirt in his cupboard. “You know, since you barged in this hotel at this time, all there’s left is the 3 stars suite.”

“You’re calling this a 3 stars suite?” she laughed, tilting her head to one side. “Rafe, this room can’t even be rated.”

“Whatever,” he pulled out a yellow t-shirt, putting it aside before looking for a new pair of boxers. “Is your room still pink with that weird strawberry pound cake smell?”

“Yeah,” she laughed, crossing her legs. She was glad there were no crumbs on the bed, or else she would rather sleep in her car. “And that smell’s great. My sensory organs are blocked by all the dust you’re collecting in here.”

Rafe grinned, liking how she was back to her old self, and handed her the pair of boxers and the yellow t-shirt. (Y/N) muttered a quick thanks, her feet lightly padding against the carpeted floor towards his bathroom. She closed the door, leaning against the sink, watching her reflection in the mirror.

She did look miserable, and her eyes were all red and puffy. She always hate how puffy her eyes would get after a nice session of crying, having to endure the pain of soothing it down again.

She shook her head, not wanting to spend anymore time thinking about JJ or Kie or the pogues who had betrayed her, and tried to reach for the zip of her dress. After a few good tries she sighed, relaxing her cramped arms. The familiar yet uneasy pain coursed through her veins, and without wanting to abuse herself anymore, she turned the doorknob.

“Rafe? Can you help me?”

“Huh? Yeah,” he came to the door, closing his eyes before he halted right in front of the object. “Are you naked?”

“No, can’t seem to be, too. Can you help me unzip?”

Rafe opened his eyes, feeling his heartbeat quickening, and with trembling hands, slowly unzipped her dress and stopping directly at the curve of her bottoms, silently admiring the view.

He cleared his throat, shaking his head at the childish behaviour he just found himself in. “Yeah, done.”

“Thanks, Rafe,” she smiled, and turned to close the door again. Rafe listened to her breathing in the bathroom for a few more seconds, knowing how hard she was trying to ignore the aching feeling eating off of her. He wished he could take her pain away an make it his, knowing that at least he’ll have an excuse to snort more coke to ‘forget the pain’.

When she got out of the bathroom, Rafe had to stop himself from drooling over her in his shirt and boxers. She always look good, but she had never looked better in nothing but his yellow shirt and his boxers.

Rafe closed the light, remembering how she hates sleeping with any form of light either it’s tiny or big, and settled himself on the sofa. He wanted to give her space, not wanting to rush anything, knowing how tired she must felt from all the things she had to endure today.

“Rafe, we’re not 10. You can sleep on the same bed as I am,” she sighed, turning to face the other side. Rafe stood up, thanking the gods above, and settled for his new room.

“We never sleep in the same bed before,” he said, pulling the covers to shield himself from the cold. (Y/N) snorted at this statement, still not looking at him or even turning to face him.

The closest thing they have done to sleep right next to each other was in the car during a road trip, and when they woke up, they were both throwing disgusted faces and pretending to vomit.

“Stop it, you guys look stupid,” Sarah groaned, giving them a quick look over her shoulder. Rafe pulled his middle finger from under the blanket he was sharing with (Y/N), causing her to snort and struggling to hide her laugh.

. . .

“So yeah, that’s how you hit it.”

“You’re bluffing,” (Y/N) rolled her eyes, taking over the club and watching the small hole in the distance, squinting her eyes. She took a step back, licked her teeth, and gave Topper the club back.

“See? I told you I’m right!” he exclaimed happily, clasping his hands together. He returned to the game, focusing on his goal, and hit the golf ball.

“That’s fine, I guess,” (Y/N) announced when he came back to the resting area, “For beginners.”

Rafe snorted, downing his mineral water before handing Topper the same bottle. Topper grunted at him, muttering how it’s unhygienic, but he took a full swing of it anyways, being so thirsty after sitting under the sun for hours long.

“We’re glad you’re back with us, (Y/N),” Topper smiled, removing his cap and fanning himself with the clothing. He opened his mouth to say something, but when he looked at Rafe’s expression, he quickly shut his mouth.

He wanted to ask her if she ever missed their old clique when she was with the pogues, but Rafe knew better. It had been 3 weeks since the incidence, and she had been doing so well in coping with the situation. They had been inseparable ever since, always attached to the hips everywhere they go; he couldn’t let one tiny mistake slip that can cause her another breakdown.

“Hey,” Kelce jogged to them, smiling apologetically at Rafe and Topper before placing a quick kiss on (Y/N) ‘s cheeks. (Y/N) smiled, knowing how sweet and gentle Kelce is, almost glad he still does the same thing to her even after they had not been hanging out for a year.

“You’re not dressed for the occasion,” Topper rolled his eyes, “And late. We’re already packing up, man.”

“I know, but I’m wondering if you guys would like to listen to Cage The Elephant this evening by the beach,” he explained, still heaving from his previous activity. He had drove straight from his home to the country club after getting 4 tickets to the show, excited to show his friends what he had gotten for her.

(Y/N) snorted, throwing her arms into the air. “Fuck off, Kelce. There’s no way they’re coming down to Obx.”

Kelce sighed, taking out his phone before showing her the proof in his photos. (Y/N) grinned, trying to contain herself, and looked at Rafe who seemed to be smiling as well.

“Thanks, Kelce,” she laughed, pulling him into a hug. They made her happy, and all the negative thoughts she had about them during her brief friendship with the pogues suddenly evaporating into the air. She squealed, jumping wildly, and she swore she has never felt this happy before.

Just them four. Like the old times.

Four hours later, (Y/N) took a step back when they arrived at the beach, the memory of what happened three weeks ago suddenly rewinding in her head. Rafe noticed how quiet she had been, and pulled her aside while Topper and Kelce went to check on the stage.

“Are you okay?”

(Y/N) bit her lips, nodding. She ran her fingers over the penguin charm Rafe had gotten her a week prior, saying how it resembles him when he sees her. (Y/N) rolled her eyes at him during that surprising moment, touched yet confused at the story behind the penguin charm.

“Okay. Do you need a drink?” he asked again, staring into her eyes. She shook her head, wetting her lips and putting on her usual smile. Rafe grinned at her, muttering how she’s doing so good, all while guiding her towards their two other friends.

“(Y/N)?”

(Y/N) turned to look at the source, not thinking much. She almost fell to the ground when she saw the person responsible, but Rafe still had his arms around her. He turned to check on her again, but followed her gaze when he noticed she was staring at the opposite direction.

“What the fuck?” Rafe yelled, pushing JJ’s chest with so much anger that he toppled over to John B. Sarah yelped, pulling Kie to her side, watching as her brother walked towards them furiously.

“Chill, man, I just want to talk to her,” he said, taking a deep breath. He noticed the crowd starting to notice them, and his eyes landed on a certain girl who was held up by Topper and Kelce, both asking if she was okay.

“Fuck off, pogue,” Rafe said, his eyes stern as he stared over JJ and his group of friends. “You have nothing to say to her.”

As he turned to return to his friends, his chest heaving from the near-fight he almost encounter with JJ, he bended to (Y/N)’s height to check on her state. Her eyes were glassy, her face red.

“So you’re fucking them all now like a whore?” JJ shouted, loud enough for everyone else around them to gasp, and some already had their phones out. (Y/N) was shocked at this statement, frozen on her feet, not knowing what on earth would make JJ say that to her.

He was never mean to her, even when they had a fight. He yelled at her sometimes, sure, but she had been the one yelling first. He never called her anything of that sort, not even during sex, where she had given him her full consent.

“You’re crazy,” she muttered, her lips trembling. “Go to hell.”

“No, no, because it has always been easy for you, right? You broke up with me, got on with Rafe, leave your own friends and come back to the country clubs?” he laughed, and she flinched at his words. If JJ had meant the pogues as her friends, then he was totally wrong.

“Fuck off, pogue,” Topper stepped out, and before he could finish his sentence, JJ landed a full punch on his face, causing him to fall onto the ground with a thud.

(Y/N) screamed, getting to his side as Rafe returned JJ’s gesture. Topper laid on the ground with his nose starting to bleed, causing (Y/N) to panic while she rummaged through Rafe’s backpack he had left on the ground for clean tissues.

Topper groaned, keep wanting to get up, but (Y/N) held him in place, not letting her friend go and hurt himself more just for her. She cried while she tried to wipe the blood, hearing the fight behind her.

“Fuck you! You stupid pogue! You should be in jail like your dad!”

Something cracked in JJ as he yelled something back in pure anger. He punched, kicked, slapped and hit Rafe who was already on the ground, spitting blood.

“JJ! That’s enough,” Pope pulled him back, trying to contain the wild animal as he thrashed to escape. He yelled more curses at Rafe while Pope tried his best to pull him away, obviously not done with hitting the boy laying on the ground.

(Y/N) cried, running towards Rafe’s side, cupping his face and looking into his swollen eyes. She groaned when Rafe’s laugh filled the air, not believing how he was still joking in a state like this.

“I’m okay,” he said, his breath ragged. “Don’t cry. I’m okay.”

Rafe stood up slowly and looked at the direction of the still thrasing JJ, hearing his muffled shouts with his arms around (Y/N) ‘s waist. He held her close as she sobbed into his shoulder, still trembling.

“Let’s go home?” he asked, and (Y/N) didn’t need to be told twice to follow him into his car. As disappointed as she was that she didn’t get the chance to see her favourite band, she wanted to take care of Rafe, who had been there since the day she found out about Kie and JJ.

The clock struck 12 in the morning and the grandfather clock in the living room chimed as Rafe groaned, feeling a certain girl with trembling hands and tired eyes gently wiping a cotton pad across his cut.

“Fuck! I said slowly,” he grunted, closing his eyes to decrease the pain. (Y/N) bit her lips, trying to concentrate all the while trying to contain her laugh. He hissed again when she dabbed on his cut, this time with his fingers gripping tightly around her wrist.

“I said slowly.”

“I’m doing it slow, asshole,” she smiled, and felt him softened when she finally threw the last cotton pad. She pulled the covers to his chin, fixing the front part of hair before going to the bathroom to wash her hands. When she came back, she found him still awake with his eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling.

“I really need you to sleep,” she sighed, “To heal your pretty face.”

Rafe grinned and though (Y/N) tried her hardest not to smile back, she couldn’t deny the warm feeling settling in the pits of her stomach.

“You think I’m pretty?”

There was no use denying it anymore.

“Yeah,” she shrugged, getting into the space beside him. “Even when you are all fucked up.”

(Y/N) could sense his smile even when she didn’t look at him, knowing how soft he usually end up being when she compliments him. She turned to look at him.

“Are you serious about not wanting a girlfriend?”

Rafe turned to look at her, his eyebrows raised. His insides exclaimed happily, liking the way his words had struck her. He meant what he said, but that statement didn’t apply to (Y/N).

“Why?”

“Just asking,” she shrugged, and made a move to touch his cut. He hissed, feeling a sharp pain soaring in him, but she looked so peaceful trying to figure out his wound.

“You can kiss them to make them feel better,” he grinned, and watched as she groaned, trying to hide her face against the pillow. Rafe laughed, and turned the lamp beside him off, knowing that he shouldn’t push it and leave her be.

Just as he was about to drift into a peaceful sleep, he felt her soft lips against his, to which it was quick and gentle before she pulled away, giggling.

“4 years.”

“Huh?” (Y/N) questioned, still smiling from the kiss she just initiated a few seconds ago. She couldn’t contain herself; he looked so peaceful, so sweet, and so handsome. She didn’t know why she hadn’t kissed him sooner.

“I waited for that since 4 years ago.”

“Now you’re just pushing it, Rafe.”

Rafe grinned against the darkness, and felt his heart soaring. “Can we kiss again?”

“Tomorrow,” she stated, and Rafe laughed.

Tomorrrow. The next day. Next week.

He didn’t care - as long as he will finally have her by his side.

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kyberphilosopher · 3 years ago

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Fensterln

“I can’t get up. You’re sitting on top of me.”

Warning(s): some allusions to sex, explicit-ish language, fluff, reader has a whole ‘Black Cat’ thing going on. Word Count: 3273

Notes: This is a requested work. This is a headcanoned canon version of Superboy, meaning he is no version in particular and simply the character I figure as a whole. Reader can be any gender.

“Fensterln is when you have to climb through someone’s window in order to have sex with them, without their parents knowing about it.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You know, most people think that climbing up the side of a building is easy. Like it’s nothing. They see it on TV, and in the movies, and in cartoons even, and they think, “That doesn’t look so bad!” because it doesn’t. Cartoons and actors don’t have to deal with the wind whipping their hair, constantly pushing their whole body all around, the butterflies of anxiousness making their heart thump, threatening the scenario of falling to their death. It’s terrifying. It takes a lot of skill, a lot of courage, and a lot of luck.

“Shit.”

Your right hand releases from the glass, arm slowly swinging back until it’s at your side. The same sides foot follows this pattern of rotation, until only your left fingertips and toes are stuck to the wall of the building, suctioning you to life. Below you, hundreds and hundreds of feet, is an island of grass and sand, encompassed by a large body of water. Over the tidal waves chip chopping away, there’s a distance. And in that distance, is the city, just under the inky blackness of the midnight sky.

Jump City, it’s called. You’re not too familiar with it. Most of your time is spent in Metropolis, or Gotham. Luckily, both of those cities have plenty of skyscrapers to practice scaling. One could say that you’d perfected the art of this sort of thing. The finger pads on your suit are sophisticatedly sticky, seamlessly letting you latch onto anything with grace. Your feet are the same.

The wind hits your face like sharp needles, amplified by the cold air and the incline. Your hair whips around wildly, also different from how it flows, softly, in the movies. The harsh breeze roars in your ears, louder than the thousands of explosions you’ve heard in your lifetime. Although dangerous, nothing beats the view. Those thousands of lights in the distance, the cars, the buildings, this building that you’re on now. Titan’s Tower is far larger and closer and more important than anything else at the moment.

“Okay then,” you mutter, twisting your body over to the right twice more, until finally both hands and feet are connecting against the glass in a stealthy, perfect crawling position.

You work your way up, one foot and hand at the time. You resemble that of a spider, or perhaps a cat. One, two. One, two.

His room is on one of the top floors, if not the top floor. From the two other times that you’ve done this, you remember the number of steps, the distance, the little cracks in the glass panes to look for so you know you’re close. Even from the outside, hundreds of feet up, hanging above death tantalizingly, you know exactly where you are and where you need to be. And you know, of course, that you are close.

Your right hand leaves the wall once more and reaches down to the belt on your hips. “Coming, my love,” you mutter as you flip open a small pouch attached. From the inside you pull out a slim switchblade, made specifically to cut through glass walls like this- designed it yourself.

The knife springs open. In a circle big enough to fit your entire body, you trace the blade in a wide arc from up to down, left to right. Then you flip the blade back inside, place the whole thing back into the pouch on the belt, and shove your left elbow against the middle of the glass in front of you.

It pops free immediately. The circle of wall falls forward into the room, with you not far behind.

Landing like a gymnast on your toes with your arms overhead, you are immune to the sharp pain in your femurs that comes from a sudden pressure like this. The glass pane is still intact on the floor ahead of you, which is coated with a red carpet that you recognize so well. It’s much warmer inside than it was outside, although you can still feel the night wind from behind you.

“Silent,” a voice remarks from beside you. It’s not an amused tone, really. It’s genuine and full of awe, surrounded by something casual.

You hum as you stand before throwing a look over your shoulder. Sure enough at your back, splayed casually on a bed against the wall you just broke through, is your favorite boy toy. Dark, curly hair framing his classically handsome face, nose scrunching slightly on instinct. He’s wearing the black and red super shirt he always does, coupled with the plaid pajama bottoms you’d gotten him as a gift in spring.

You want so badly to quip something back, but you both know you can’t right now. Not when you’re so close to the door. And yeah, that’s partially Conner’s fault, if not all. Too much noise would attract the attention of his team mates, the Titans, and then something probably not that great would happen. Maybe they’d throw you out. Maybe they’d fire him. Maybe things would just get weird. It’s not as if you and Connor are an official couple, even after all this time. You could stop sneaking around to see each other at any sense of danger.

You take a step towards the bed he lays on, noting the big, bright smile that lights up Superboy’s face at the motion. “Can you fix the hole?” you whisper, just loud enough for him to hear.

Conner’s eyes go wide and the smile gets bigger.

“In the wall.”

The smile turns into an eye roll. “Yes,” he sighs, almost dramatically, pushing himself up. The boy crosses to the center of the room a few feet from you and begins picking up the perfect circle of cut window- wall while you look around the area.

You’ve snuck into Conner’s room before. Twice, in fact. It’s not clean, not horribly messy. His leather jacket is usually hanging off the dresser or door handle. Sweatshirts of different colors are littering the floor in a collective pile. It looks like a normal teenage boys room, really. It just feels very ‘Conner’.

First, he pushes the glass back into place in the wall, then he takes a few steps back. You throw him a smirk, nudging your head to encourage him to do the thing.

Conner’s eyes heat up. Little at first, as a soft yellow. Then into an all consuming scarlet that hisses out in two beams meeting in the middle between them. They move in a circle around the pane until you can’t even tell it was ever not there, and the wind you once heard no longer exists. The wall is perfectly in tact.

“Thank you, Superboy,” you tell him, tone laced overly sweet. Your hands, freezing from the cold even through the gloves of your costume, wrap around Conner’s upper arm.

“Yeah,” he tosses, back, voice low. His cheeks are turning pink.

You unhook your arms and saunter over to his mattress. As you throw yourself on and relax as you sink into the pillows, you let your eyes close. “You’re lucky I like you so much,” you tease. “Mm, do you know a lot of people who would climb up the Tower for you? I don’t.”

Upon hearing him take a single step forward, one eye pops open. “I know you missed me,” you continue.

Conner lays himself on the bed beside you, hands behind his bed with his arms bent. You turn to face him, propping your head up with your palm.

“You never answer my texts,” Conner says, Adam’s apple bobbing.

“You text me?” you smirk, watching Superboys eyes sink close as he releases a sigh of defeat.

Your left leg slips over Conner’s hips. Then you pull your whole body up and over into a straddle over him, looking down at him. He’s handsome in the way nobody can argue with, so perfect and soft and structured. When you squint, he looks like Superman. But Conner’s not Superman, he’s better. You can’t explain why, or how, but he just is.

You place your palms forward on his chest at first, then backwards, behind your back, on Conner’s thighs. Your chest puffs out at the slight change of position.

Below you, the boy bites his lower lip softly in thought for a second. “What if I got you a phone?” Conner asks you. His light eyes holding yours through thick, dark lashes. “Just so you can text me back sometimes?”

“Us?” you gasp with wide eyes. “Talking? During the daytime?”

Conner glances away. “Message received. Very funny. Forget it.”

“I’m messing with you,” you promise with a smile. “Loosen up Super-Annoy.”

“So you’ll let me get you one?” Conner pushes himself up with a snap, eyes wide with some kind of excitement.

Well… would you? You haven’t had a lot of long term partners, if any. Your time with Conner has been the longest with anyone, and he’s not even really your boyfriend. He’s just… you know… the guy you kissed on a rooftop one night. The guy who once surprised you with a cone of ice cream, again on a night time rooftop, whilst you were sitting on the side of the building to watch the city below. The guy who remembered your birthday, the guy who keeps sending you the many, many texts reminding you that you can watch your favorite show on the TV in the tower. The guy who once lied to get you to ice skate with him.

Something about Conner has been enough to keep you hooked for months and months, always coming back. Sneaking into the Tower, taking more and more trips to Jump City, keeping notes of events throughout your week to tell him about when you see him.

How silly. Never giving the time of day to any other partner of yours, but for Conner? Conner has gotten at least eight months of it.

“I’ll think about it,” you roll your eyes.

“You promise?” Conner urges.

“Yes. Jeez, I promise. I will think about letting you get me a phone that only you have the number to.”

“Please don’t laugh at me about this.”

“I’m not laughing at you.”

“It feels like it.”

“Connor,” you clasp a hand on his shoulder, pushing back laughter. “Have I ever laughed at you?”

“W- Is that- is that a serious question?” Conner’s eyebrows raise.

“Get up,” you roll your neck. “I want to change positions.”

The boy below you shifts. For a quick moment, something pokes between your hips from underneath. Your pupils dilate in response, but by the time they finish, the movement has ceased. “Tell me about your day.”

“I want to lay down,” you say as you stretch. “I just scaled up the side of the skyscraper-”

“You love it.”

“-and it was oh, so cold. I’m tired.”

“That’s not your day.”

You just stare at him expectantly, not quite sure what it is you’re waiting for.

“I can’t get up. You’re sitting on top of me,” Conner concedes. “You chose to be up there.”

“Prove it,” you challenge.

“Yeah, yeah,” the boy below you hisses as if annoyed. “I get it,” he says, but his arms are already snaking around your torso to pull you close and slowly pull you into a new position.

You lay on your side, back against Conner’s broad chest. His arms stay wrapped around your middle as he curls up against you on instinct, legs quick to tangle with your own. You know he must really be interested in you if he’s not going to mention that your ‘work’ shoes are still on while in bed.

“You’re an ass,” he mutters into your hair.

“What was that?”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Ha,” you chuckle once. “Douche.”

“Please tell me about your day now?” you hear Conner almost plead. “Please?”

One of your hands, your right one, rests on top of Conner’s against your stomach. “Oh, you know. The usual. I helped out a small jewelry store today, snuck into a big building, currently hiding from Nightwing- you know how it is.”

“There wasn’t much crime today. I mostly just stayed in. You know that big building you snuck into?”

“Such a douche,” you breathe.

“Jealous much?” Superboy rumbles against your ear.

“I’m gonna tell Dick,” you tell him. “I’ll send an anonymous tip that one of the Titan’s is a big poop face.”

Conner puts his whole face in your hair. “Shiver me timbers.”

“Yeah, yeah. It’s not fair you guys get a whole building to yourselves. What are you even using half these floors for? People in Gotham are struggling.” You frown. “Well, except for Wayne. But you know what? He’s a douche too. You’d get along.”

Conner squeezes you once. Then you feel him still from behind you, not even breathing. And then-

“Move in then.”

At once, your brows furrow. “What?”

Your companion squeezes you once more. “Move in. Move in with me. In the Tower.”

Your mouth opens and closes a couple times, eyes looking around. You can’t see Conner, but you can feel him out. His eyes are closed, still inhaling the scent of you shamelessly. It’s hard for people to catch you off guard, not just like this, but at all. You just have that sarcastic, witty, sultry reputation. And for him- Super-Annoy, of all people- to just throw you off so easily?

“I’m not a Titan,” you decide on explaining, almost asking.

“Become one, then.”

“I don’t have the money to move in. The rent must be crazy.”

“I’ll pay for you.”

“Conner,” you swallow. “This isn’t funny.”

“I’m not joking.” His head pops up. When you turn yours a little, you can look up at him, and he can look down at you. “Move into the Tower.”

Now your eyes are wide, and his are relaxed. No, Conner’s are focused, drilling into your own. “I’m... hardly Titan’s material.”

This was true. You’ve been skirting the gray line far longer than you’ve known Superboy, and he’s been super since the beginning of his creation. The first time you’d met was about ten seconds before you’d robbed a bank and sent him a wink before disappearing.

“You just told me, not five minutes ago, that you helped a small business. Helping people is what heroes are all about. You can do this, Y/N. You are Titan’s material.”

Shit. He’s right.

“Why not?” Conner questions.

“I... um...”

You’ve never lived with another person before. Your family, once upon a time, sure. Not friends. Not Dick Grayson, or Kori, or Rachel fucking Roth. And certainly not Superboy- Super-Annoy. Not someone you have a ‘thing’ with. What would that mean for the two of you? And when things go terribly, terribly wrong, what then?

Gotta’ think fast.

Your face is wiped clean, replaced by your signature smirk. “Get me a phone first. Then I’ll consider it.”

Conner doesn’t budge though. You wonder if X-Ray vision can see through lies too. “I mean it,” the boy tells you. “I want you here.”

“I have to survive the night in the building with boy prodigy and star flame.”

“Starfire.”

“Whatever. I have to do that first. There’s a reason we sneak me in, you know.”

Your free hand reaches up and cups Conner’s cheek without you telling it to. You ask your brain why, but yet, your palm doesn’t move. It feels over Conner’s cheekbones, encouraging you to look deeper into his somehow soft eyes. Your fingertips can even feel his hair, which is in need of a wash, as they get comfortable.

“For you,” you finish the sentiment, voice now genuine- also not predicted. “Sneaking in for you.”

“I don’t want you to feel like a secret,” the boy above you whispers, pouring his entire heart into it.

You answer with a snort.

If anything, Conner’s the secret. If he had his way, the two of you would probably be on your honeymoon at this moment. Hell, your whole relationship and subsequent marriage would be a honeymoon. You’re the one letting him follow you around. You’re the one never giving him just what he wants.

But then again, you’re the one who keeps coming back. Conner’s the one that never left.

“Trust me,” you nod with a humored grin. “I don’t.”

Conner sighs and falls back down to rest behind you. “Good.”

Besides his breathing, then there is silence.

Really? Telling you to move in? Of course it doesn’t seem like such a big deal to him. Of course he has the solution to all the reasons why not. Your fairly certain that Conner hasn’t thought about this until mentioning it, but even then, how did he have all the answers so fast? Where would you stay? With him? Sandwiched between Conner and Wally West playing video games for the rest of your life? Dying after Donna Troy catches you accidentally stealing her lunch?

“I wasn’t going to say anything,” Conner begins, “but you should really stay the night.”

In response, you practically burst. “You hate being told what to do!” you say as you squirm in his arms. “Now you’re giving me suggestions?”

Conner sits up again so he can look down at you with a little frown. Luckily, it’s too nice of a view to be really scared of anything he could do. “Shh! You’re gonna get caught, Y/N.” Then Superboy’s eyes widen a little. “If you lived here, you wouldn’t have to be so quiet, either. You could just come through the front door.”

“Oh my God,” you squeeze your eyes closed. “Conner...”

One battle at a time.

“Fine,” you begrudge. “I’ll stay the night.”

Conner tightens his grip around your form happily in response. “Will you need any help in the morning?”

“No. No, I got it.”

Silence.

Say it. Say it. Say it.

“Conner? I, uh...”

Say it.

“I don’t have any sleeping clothes,” you lie.

“Sleeping?” you hear the boy behind you whisper. “I didn’t think we were going to be sleeping.”

“Now who’s going to get us in trouble?” you smirk. “Seriously though. I’ve been wearing my suit all day.”

“I can get you out of it.”

“You can’t just see through it?” you question. “Don’t you have X-Ray vision?”

Conner groans. “You’re ruining it.”

You smile. Conner’s the only partner of yours you realize you’re actually happy to be around. “I think you just want us to get caught.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Yayyy. Request finished. Next I have a Reverse Flash request, and then I should be good with the DC requests for now. Other than that I have some Jason Todd things, something for Damian and 2 fics for a character I haven’t written for before but are looking pretty good. I hope this satisfied the prompt that I was given in the request. Let me know anything you want or whatever.

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