#i'm usually the type of person to just keep my thoughts to myself but this just really annoyed me

[havenpelt]

maybe this is my ""hot take"" for the warrior cats community, but are we really as a fandom complaining about the songs people are using in maps?

i can understand it from a "there should be more diverse music used" standpoint, but getting genuinely upset with younger people in the fandom using hazbin hotel songs or making the 100th rasputin map or whatever isn't the way to get your point across-

(the only reason you should really be mad at kids using hazbin hotel songs is the fact that they're kids using hazbin songs, kids need to get as far away from that as possible, it is a very adult show- not overly relevant but thought i should get that fact out of the way; or i guess people probably shouldn't be making maps using poison, that is the least appropriate song you should be using at all, but at the very least hazbin songs as a whole are just not thematically appropriate regardless of the fact that they're too mature for kids to be using)

the same goes for tearing into people for their music tastes

i thought there were more adults in this fanbase, but considering the amount of people i've seen have that attitude makes me begin to consider otherwise

is there REALLY no better way to get across the message that there should be more diverse songs used in warrior cats maps? i guarantee you, people will be 100% more willing to get on board with that if you stopped tearing other people, their music tastes, and their own projects apart

i also think that there's a serious problem with people in the map community being put on a pedestal-

i think people are forgetting that the warrior cats map community is a part of a fandom and ISN'T a funded studio making full tv shows or whatever, you all need to really stop talking and thinking about it like that, do you not realize how harmful that is?

the warrior cats map community is a group of warrior cats fans who like to animate characters from a book series to music they like, THAT'S IT

the people in the community are not celebrities and the majority of them are doing it for fun in their spare time and do not plan to be/are not professional animators or creators and on top of that, many of them are beginners or kids looking to have fun so trying to tear into them for having fun doesn't make you anything other than an absolute ass in my mind

it's one thing to go "man, why are there so many hazbin hotel maps popping up? what about hazbin hotel screams 'turn me into a warrior cats animation' at all?"

but it's another to start loudly complaining about how "UGH THERE'S NO GOOD WARRIOR CATS MAPS ANYMORE, I WISH SOMEONE WOULD START MAKING GOOD WARRIOR CATS ANIMATIONS AGAIN LIKE *insert whatever maps you want*"

i would like to remind you, warrior cats maps are fan projects- you are also a fan! make that map you have an idea for!

"but what if no one joins it? what if not enough people join and it doesn't get made? what if i fail completely? the warrior cats map community is hard to get into"

valid concerns! but isn't at the very least *trying* better than sitting on twitter loudly complaining and waiting for someone to do something for you? that sounds much more fulfilling to me at least, and even then you can try again!

maybe it's just my corner of the internet, but i don't see a whole lot of people advertising their maps, i see people *complaining* that not enough people are making maps that they want to see and i think that's something that should really change

i WANT to see more diverse and creative warrior cats maps, but i also don't want to stop seeing people making the maps that they want to make, whether that be the millionth mapleshade map to a breakup song! i don't care, let people have fun and make what they want to make as long as they're not hurting anyone!

[illusioncanthurtme--art]

These are a couple doodles from yesterday, Gideon as a younger teen, before the growth spurt, maybe 14? He's discovered he's a vampire, and has a lot of recovery to do, since he's severely blood deficient.

I'm gonna let myself explode about my vampire gideon ideas, under construction, under the cut: (I don't write fanfiction, I just throw up my ideas on a tumblr post, apparently :'D)

This is what I love about tumblr - it's a place where I can throw the doodles (something that isn't finished *artwork*), and let myself be really delusional about fictional characters. So I'm gonna take a moment to ramble about the ideas I have for Gideon as a vampire.

If you're a fellow Gideon Head, HI THERE... anyway, here's my thought process on a potential vampire-gideon backstory???

I've always liked the idea of gideon being a vampire, and also becoming a much better person when he's older. And that got me thinking, maybe those two things are linked. Maybe the vampire thing is somehow tied into his reformation.

But I tend to lean towards building my ideas off canon (as opposed to making an AU). And if gideon was a vampire, and knew this during the events of the show, it would have come to light at some point. So, either he doesn't know he's a vampire, or he becomes one later. Becoming one later works narratively, but he's already so vampiric, with the white hair, pale skin, sunscreen, evil, etc. So I'm like, let's go with that.

So, gideon has gone his whole life without knowing he's a vampire, and without drinking blood. I'm thinking that being a vampire in this case (my gravity falls fan version of what a vampire would be) wouldn't adhere to typical vampire conventions. You don't NEED to drink blood to survive.

Here's the idea I got yesterday: after the events of weirdmageddon, gideons experience motivated him to become a better person. It was the awakening, basically. But in the subsequent years, he's still a little shit. Maybe he's in juvenile detention, or prison again. But now, he has the self awareness to know that what he's doing is wrong. This is where my ideas get a little fuzzy, so bear with me. Bud has his suspicions, and as a last resort, puts gideon on some sort of mission trip type of cross country trip, when he's in his teens. And along the way, maybe at the end, there's this secret group of vampires that open gideons eyes to what he really is.

Basically??? Without blood, gideon is very evil. He's an evil little shit. This may not be how it is for every vampire. Maybe some grow very sickly without blood, just get hungry, etc. The effects of blood deficiency vary from vampire to vampire. But Gideon becomes very unhinged. And he'd essentially been Blood Hangry for his whole life. That being said, some of it was just his personality that he needed to work through, but drinking some blood helped a LOT. Blood isn't food for him, it's more like his medication.

Once he has that discovery, he spends a long while, I'm thinking maybe even a year, just recovering from the deficiency. He's almost always drinking blood to keep up his levels, and he's very rarely seen in public to keep the vampire thing a secret. That's what these drawings were supposed to be, him in his pseudo bedridden state. This period in his life would be one big blur; mostly spent binge watching soap operas and being all cozy. In contrast to his usual suit + tie, he's dressing for max comfort: sweatpants, sweatshirt, a knit hat over his ridiculously big hair, and always wrapped in a blanket. Not sure if somehow he feels cold when drinking blood?? But for some reason, I feel like he'd always be wearing like 10 layers and laying under a heated blanket or something.

Eventually, he'd only need to drink blood about once a month for maintenance.

Character development wise - even as an adult, Gideon isn't sure if he's truly a good person. Is the blood deficient version of himself the true gideon? Or is this well adjusted man who he truly is? And there's an issue of the chicken and the egg, too. Gideon was born a vampire. Did these genes activate because he was predisposed to being evil? Or did the vampire thing happen by coincidence? Does being a vampire make him evil, or is it the other way around? He doesn't know, and he never will.

The one thing I'm not sure I like about this idea: i'm worried that I'd be writing off his villainous personality as an illness that can be cured with a thing. Obviously, it would be better if he faced that head on, and figured out how to be better. So I'm still grappling with that. But for now, this is an idea I'm entertaining. Of course, I think it would be interesting if there was a plot point where his usual source of ethically sourced human blood was compromised for a time, and he had to grapple with his personality going topsy turvy.

It's actually embarrassing how much I just wrote???? If you've made it this far, wow, I applaud you. I guess this was just my idea of having a good sunday night, writing down my silly thoughts on gideon gosh darn gleeful. Let me know your thoughts too!!!! I'd love to know if you have any ideas, or questions, or ways to strengthen this potential backstory.

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Jack Howl - Room Relaxation Voice Lines

Back home, I'd have my family to celebrate with, but here... I wonder what kind of birthday tomorrow will bring.

Summon: Doesn't matter to me if it's my birthday or not. I'll just do what I gotta do.

Groovification: Today's a special day. I'll make sure to put special care into styling my hair today so it doesn't end up lookin' lame!

Home: I gotta put my homework away.

Swap Looks: What type of protein should I go with...?

Home Transition 1: I'd always just be wearing a shirt and cardigan back home, too. It's much easier to regulate my temperature if I'm wearing a jacket or something.

Home Transition 2: The nightcap that Rook-senpai gave me is nice that it even covers my ears, but... It kinda weirds me out that it fits me perfectly.

Home Transition 3: My room itself is pretty small, but I'd say the reason why I can't do my stretches here is because of all of my roommates' stuff scattered everywhere.

Home Transition - Login: I'll make sure to do my daily studying and training routines as usual. Birthdays aren't an excuse to slack.

Home Transition - Groovy: I really like Riddle-senpai's way of giving encouragement... It kind of pumps me up even more. Makes me happier hearin' that than just being told to rest 'cause it's my birthday.

Home Tap 1: My roommates keep throwing their dirty clothes all over my personal space. Maybe I should just finally throw them all away.

Home Tap 2: The body composition monitor that that Ortho gave me is pretty useful. Just knowing how much muscle I have really helps me determine what training I should do.

Home Tap 3: I've tried styling gel before, but my hair got way too stiff... I've only used wax since then.

Home Tap 4: I can't tell if Lilia-senpai is trying to celebrate or surprise me... I couldn't help but square up when he let off a party popper from his perch in a tree.

Home Tap 5: What's the knitted pattern on my cardigan called? Actually, I don't really know. It's something I see in my hometown a lot, so I've never really thought about it.

Home Tap - Groovy: Didja forget I've got a real good nose for things? I can tell just by smell there's food and cake prepared. So sorry that it couldn't be a surprise.

Duo: [JACK]: Riddle-senpai, I'll make this my most productive year yet! [RIDDLE]: That's a good mindset, Jack.

Birthday Login Message: Oh, hey, it's you. What am I carrying? Just some sports drinks that Deuce gave me for my birthday. He gave me a whole case full so I'm just carrying it to my room. Man, he just had to give me something so big... Heh, now where am I gonna find the place to put this? By the way, what do you have there? ...Huh? A present for me? And it's more sports drinks!? ...N-Nah, I'm not saying I don't need them. I drink 'em every day, so it's good to have a ton. Right then, I'll take them off your hands. What, you don't think I can carry two cases by myself? It's no big deal. So, yeah, uh... Thanks.

Requested by @farfalla049.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Wicked Games 1

No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.

Warnings: non/dubcon, cheating, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Steve Rogers

Summary: you had a one night stand. Or did you?

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

Your phone wakes you. The room tilts as you open your eyes. A dull hammering thrums in your temples. The morning light makes your brain rough as sand paper. 

Dregs of vodka stick to your dry tongue. The hangover weighs you down like an anchor. Just the thought of moving hurts. 

You reach blindly for your jittering phone. Bubbly music tinkles from the speaker. Shit. It's Barrett. What did he forget this time? 

You answer and put your clammy palm to your forehead. You squint at the ceiling then your eyes slowly round. Where the fuck are you?  

"Hey, babe. You at Wendy's?" Your husband asks. 

You gulp and peel your tongue off the roof of your mouth. This isn't Wendy's house. 

"Yep," you croak. Your eyes ping side to side. 

"Look, I'm sorry about last night. Things got heated and I know I was an ass--" 

You cough as you sit up in the strange bed. "Yeah, you were." 

"So why don't you come home and we can talk it out." 

You peer around the room and your lips curve in a frown. Where the hell would you go besides home your loyal best friend's? You scratch you scalp and turn your legs over the edge of the bed, "let me get myself together." 

"Babe. Please. I'm sorry." 

"When I get home." You hang up.  

It was a hell of fight. The minute he started yelling, you bailed. He knows better. You're not doing a ten hour day and coming home his nagging. So you left out your coffee mug. Big deal. You didn't say anything about the garbage bag he left out to be torn apart by raccoons. 

Whatever. Fighting over dishes. Not of it matters right now. 

Your clothes are on the floor. Someone's floor. Who it is is far from the point. You stand and stagger. You catch yourself on the nightstand. Your hand moves instinctively between your legs. 

You're naked and tender. Did you have sex? 

Think! You ran out with your purse. You went to Wendy's. She was up for a night out. A night to forget and body did you. First drink, second, third, then it gets blurry.  

Fuck! You didn't. You wouldn't. You're pissed at your husband but you wouldn't cheat on him. You're not that type of person. Right? 

You don't have time for that. You have to get out of here.  

You dress as you search the room. It's tidy. Half the bed is mad and the other half messed from your drunken slumber. 

You shake out your hands trying to shoo away the flurry of guilt and denial. Just get out. You'll think better with some coffee in your system.  

You push down the door handle slowly. You listen to the silence of the hall. You tiptoe out warily, checking left and right as you advance. It's a nice place. A condo. Much nicer than your cramped one bedroom. 

Not important! 

You come out into the spacious front room. It's as empry as the rest of the place. The kitchen too. The bathroom. No one. 

Your purse is by the door. Your shoes too. You grab both and let yourself out. You'd rather not face your mistake. 

No, you didn't do anything. You wouldn't. 

You hurry down the hallway to the elevators. You don't look back, just keep going. You don't think, just go. 

It isn't until you're outside the familiar cafe marquee that your let your mind settle. You enter and join the queue. Your order a black coffee and drink it at a stool by the window.  

You lean your elbows on the high table that stands inside the pane. You take a slow, savouring swig of coffee and let it trickle down your throat. You shield your face from the New York morning and put your hands over your ears. 

You can't remember anything but Wendy. Your anger had you ordering round after round, trying to drown out the bile. The thought makes your stomach lurch and you gulp thickly. 

You shake your head and groan. Your phone chirps. It's probably Barrett. Several messages from him and missed calls. All through the night. It's bad enough you betrayed him, you had him up worrying. 

No, you didn't! 

It can't have happened if you don't remember it. A generous stranger took you home so you didn't wake up on the curb. That's it. 

That's the story. Nothing happened. And you'll let Barret believe you were with Wendy. It won't make a difference. 

Your mind is set. Nothing happened. 

Nothing. Happened. 

Because you don't remember. Because you were too drunk to do that. Because you're married and it can't happen. 

You're going to finish your coffee and go home. Everything will be just like it was before... after you tell Barrett where to put that coffee mug if it's such a big deal. 

[notmorbid]

all-night pharmacy.

dialogue prompts from all-night pharmacy by ruth madievsky.

you're so alive, it's scary.

being a person doesn't come naturally for me.

what's the deal with this place?

you are my best and my worst friend.

are we horrible people?

i like the idea of having someone to come home to.

i can't tell if you're being cruel or if you're just dumb.

these aren't the decisions of a well-adjusted person.

the less you know about my life, the better.

everyone here is a liar and a cheat.

you deserve to have a life of your own.

a person can't be held responsible for what they don't know.

all relationships are transactional.

no one should have that much power over you.

it isn't too late to come back.

you're uninvited from my birthday party.

i love you, but you're such a cunt.

who do you think you are?

forced intimacy makes me lightheaded.

i know you're in there. let me in.

jesus. why do you have a knife?

what happened last night?

it was less embarrassing to pretend i didn't care.

maybe i'm not the mothering type.

i wish i could carry some of this pain for you.

i need a break from feeling so much all the time.

sometimes i can't tell if i'm asleep or awake.

whatever's going on, we'll figure it out.

i don't know what's wrong with me. i'm scared all the time.

this is the most i can imagine for myself.

if you're not asking yourself 'am i ruining my life?' at least once a day, you're not living at all.

you act like you're over it, but it's okay if you're not.

all my life, i've felt like a dead animal with its skin still on.

it's a virtue to rid yourself of anything that doesn't serve you.

i've never had a day of rest in my life.

i chase after you like a dog, leaving pieces of myself behind, and every time, you act like that's how it's supposed to be.

you don't take me seriously. i'm not a real person to you.

i can't play house anymore.

never say that name in front of me.

to you, other people are always the problem.

you can't reach a mutual understanding without spilling blood.

want to make fifty bucks?

the only way to really see a person is to lose everything you have in common.

you don't think we'll get caught?

our loyalty is to story, not reality.

just don't do anything that could result in a lawsuit or a tmz article, and you're fine.

i don't have the energy to keep up with your antics.

our most beloved delusion was that lying to each other was a kind of love.

speaking our fears aloud won't save us.

one day, the mask slipped. i haven't been able to wear it since.

i try not to think about my life at all.

a junkie can spot another junkie without a flashlight.

your voice reminds me of wool sweaters.

boundaries? i don't know her.

i'm just sick of doing the same goddamn thing every day.

you are obsessed with a projection that will never love you back.

think of me as a spiritually connected friend.

i know liars. you don't strike me as one.

you have iconically poor judgment.

has anyone ever told you about your past lives?

you're capable of tolerating a lot. frankly, more than you should.

friendship can be a slow burn. you don't have to consume it like a drink at last call.

i'll give you a clue. i work for myself.

you make me want to feel things again.

criticism is still a cousin of attention.

you don't have to pretend to like something just because i made it.

i know you crave being told what to do.

you don't have to settle for being a person things happen to.

you have desires. act on them.

bitch, does this look like an intro to philosophy seminar?

i thought i had quit you.

my favorite. how did you know?

i feel like my organs are cannibalizing each other.

how did i get here? that's not a rhetorical question. i'm actually asking.

i can't tell if i believe it, or if i'm making excuses for myself.

sometimes i wonder if it's healthy how much meaning you see in things.

you're always waiting for the universe to hurt you or to love you. usually in that order.

that's how it was in my family. reading the room was a survival skill.

where will all the animals go in the rapture?

a bunch of fuckups under one roof doesn't constitute a family.

my little saint.

time passes more slowly as a sober person.

you'd better not pull away from me now.

there's a russian proverb that goes, 'so much is ruined by saying it aloud'.

you wear your emotions like a name tag.

your resting face frightens me.

how are you both the most innocent and the most experienced person i've ever met?

i need you to just be here with me.

our dead deserve to see you happy.

i like the idea of being marked by you.

i don't know what i saw, but it was more than i wanted.

i know what i saw.

i can't tell which of the memories are real, if any.

i can't believe you're mine.

nobody warned me how terrifying it is to get what you want.

you're cute when you're freaked out.

sex is supposed to be unsettling.

there are things i need to atone for.

you can't go back like it's nothing.

i won't live in service of my dead's vision for me.

___ was a real person. a murder isn't a metaphor.

count five things you can see. four things you can touch. three things you can hear. two things you can smell. one thing you can taste.

banish one god, and you'll end up worshiping another.

i want to be with you, but i don't want to keep feeling like this.

you know everything about me, but you won't let me know you.

you aren't someone i can keep at a distance.

i've been reading about intergenerational curses.

resisting something isn't the same as not wanting it.

anything you say stays between us.

i can't decide if i like you.

most people only possess a third of the empathy they think they have.

will it get easier?

hope is a tricky thing: losing it is bad, but so is having too much.

i don't want the future to come. i have a bad feeling about it.

in cartoons, you don't start falling until you look down.

why are you here? where have you been?

how did you know i'd come looking for you?

you never asked what i was going through. you didn't want to know.

i didn't have the language for what was happening to me.

you were supposed to protect me.

there's a lot i don't remember. a lot i don't want to remember.

i wouldn't have looked for me, either.

we belong to ourselves now.

you know where i am, and i know where you are. maybe that's enough.

when i'm down, vigilante justice makes me feel better.

survival is provisional.

[astonmartinii]

love love love these social media aus. i am obsessed. would love to see a soft launch with carlos maybe of him showing her spain and his home? carlos just screams old money european vibes and i love it

old money | carlos sainz social media au

pairing: carlos sainz x reader a class in soft launching 101

carlossainz55

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carlossainz55: some much needed time at home

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username WHOMST?

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yourusername: let's go explorin'

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carlossainz55

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carlossainz55: blood is thicker than water

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carlossainz55 didn't know it was a crime to love my mum

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yourusername: keeping the operation smooth

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f1wagsupdates: it's all but confirmed!! after a pretty solid soft launch from both carlos and his new lover y/n y/ln, her latest post was captioned "keeping the operation smooth", playing on carlos' iconic theme song. our sources state that the driver and socialite poet have been together for as long as six months but after other relationships and relative platforms, both were determined to take it slow. what do you think?

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carlossainz55: mi hermosa

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yourusername you live in my heart

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yourusername: life with you feels like poetry in motion

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username but does this mean new poetry ??

carlossainz55 you make me crazy baby

yourusername crazy in love

username when will it happen to me?

landonorris finally i can interact without having a year long argument with carlos

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lando.jpeg: a study in third wheeling, a six month project by yours truly

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username i'm obsessed with this couple actually

carlossainz55 as much as you are annoying landito, thank you for these ❤️

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username lando just starts domestics in these comments and i love that for him

note: sorry this one is a bit short, but i hope you enjoyed anyway!!

[respectthepetty]

The Heart Killers' Colors? - Ep. 6

I got my bizcochitos and boozy and spicy cinnamon dark hot chocolate (not champurrado, never champurrado), so I'm tipsy, jolly, and ready to watch episode six of The Heart Killers for Joong.

I mean for Fadel.

WAIT! I mean for colors!

Eff the colors! I'm here for water-based lube and condoms! Thank goodness for parents who advocate for safe sex, so I can get myself together after seeing Fadel do the walk of NO shame since Fadel should not feel ashamed for enjoying sex! Thanks, dad, for reminding me of my priorities!

Hold up! Are we switching to Shakespeare's The Tragedy of Othello, the Moor of Venice now?! Because that story dealt with lies and manipulation leading to multiple murders, and we all believe Mother has lied and manipulated these boys into killing others for her own agenda. *sips boozy hot chocolate*

Black Brooder Fadel is lightening up but is wearing red and Red Rascal Bison is wearing blue, so does this mean Style is a Red Rascal and Kant is a Blue Boy? I think the behind-the-scenes people are lying to me.

Style is wearing red again! And Kant is still on his bullshit, but they are sitting at a blue covered table. Does that mean anything?

It would be easier if Kant was a Green Guy (or even a Yellow Yal). It just makes more sense!

Because, regardless of what Bison thinks about blue, he is a Red Rascal.

See! Look at the blue disappear when he becomes passionate!

And a Green Guy would complement him and his aggressive and passionate personality. He would balance him out, and he would be the chill to Bison's no-chill self. They'd be chiles! They'd be Christmas!

And Style would make far more sense as a Red Rascal because of the way he brings out Fadel's desires!

Are you really a Blue Boy, Style?! I don't know because Dunk's arms are distracting me!

But I do know that I would go anywhere and do anything for this man just like Style does. If Fadel wanted to go to Top Golf, I'd go to that stupid frat bro place for my man. If Fadel wanted to go hunting in the woods for a week, I, a vegetarian, would go sit with him in silence for eight to twelve hours a day and make just enough noise to warn the animals, so he couldn't shoot any of them. And if he wanted me to eat Colorado green chile, I would NEVER DO IT because that's fake green chile and a stew, but I'd watch him eat it (while I eat Hatch like a proper person). That's the power of Joong Fadel.

Alexa, play Letters from Cleo's version of "I Want You to Want Me" from 10 Things I Hate About You!

Didn't I see you cryin' Feelin' all alone without a friend You know you feel like dyin' Oh didn't I see you cryin' I want you to want me I need you to need me I'd love you to love me I'm beggin' you to beg me

This is literally the only color I trust in this show right now, Cinematographer Rath.

BECAUSE PINK = 💕LOVE💕

Oh, thank goodness, the brothers are back to their true colors, and by that I mean chloroforming people until they pass out.

WHAT ARE YOUR COLORS?! JUST TELL ME ALREADY!

Now is not the time to serve cunt. Put those tits back in, you two!

Interesting that Mother is not in full red, but like a dulled orange-ish red.

Even more interesting that Keen matches her. I'd be wary of this kid if I was Bison and Fadel.

Kant is now giving me Beetlejuice and Foot Locker realness, but, thankfully, Style is offering me up some of that Blue Boy-ness I keep hearing about. Yes, Style, be loyal to your man! You are in love with a criminal and this type isn't rational; it's physical.

WHY ARE YOU WEARING RED AGAIN THOUGH?! Is it for love?! Fadel is, once again, light. He loves you too, Style. HE LOVES YOU TOO!

Bison is fully back in red now, and I do not think it's because of 💕love💕. 😬😬😬

Kant thought he was going to put Bison behind bars.

But it's about to get very gay and murderous up in here. In the words of one of my favorite Kesha songs, "This place about to blow" and not how Bison usually does it for Kant.

Kant, this twink is going to end you.

That's what you get for not showing your true color.

[queenerdloser]

i'm SO curious about how this workshop experience will go. changed a bunch of plot things that eventually led to me going "well the stakes are higher if there's actual cannibalism involved AND my easter eggs are incidentally a lot funnier to me so it's win/win" and ended up with a plot that revolved around the guilty aftermath of a cannibalism incident on the eve of the next victim being "chosen" (cough forcibly murdered cough)... all narrated entirely through the code-heavy pov of the original victim's robot who is completely unaware of the stakes and is just trying to clean the grease/dust/blood/viscera from various parts of this spaceship and play catch. this is easily top five weirdest things i've written and by far the weirdest thing i've ever submitted in a workshop setting. makes me feel both proud of myself for actually just saying fuck it and doing it and also like. nervous about how this whole thing will go.

i'm writing a speculative short story for this writing class i'm taking where a cleaning robot witnesses a bloody mutiny and its aftermath. (why? no clue, i just love the idea.) for a long time, i only knew what i wanted the robot to be named and just had placeholders for the humans involved, but yesterday i finally went in and gave them all names. and halfway through the naming game i had the VERY amusing (to me) thought of giving the ship officers all names of historical ship officers involved in deadly ship crashes that ended in cannibalism. (the mutiny that serves as the plot is based on a lack of food resources after their ship gets attacked lol.) so the ship's first officer is named fitzjames. i'm rubbing my hands together eagerly waiting to see who will expose themselves as terror fans in this class or if i'll get away with my easter eggs.

[ghyulia]

𝗢𝗯𝗲𝘆 𝗠𝗲 𝗕𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀! 𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗙𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗢𝘂𝘁 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆’𝗿𝗲 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗧𝘆𝗽𝗲 𝗽𝟮!

p1 | p2

‹𝟹 ft. Satan & Beelzebub

sorry for any grammar mistakes!!

𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗻

𐙚 . He's pretty surprised. Satan knows that he's pretty attractive, but he doesn't have the best of qualities. He genuinely thinks you would fare better with someone who isn't as.. short-fused as him. He appreciates your feelings, of course! He's so madly in love with you

𐙚. Satan resolves not to mention it or make an appearance at the moment as quietly makes his way back to his room. He doesn't think you noticed him.

𐙚. Little did he know, you managed to catch a glimpse of a blonde head swiftly disappearing from behind the door. You knew he heard you and chose not to say anything or make himself known. This threw you for a loop. Did he like you? Did he try to flee the scene in hopes that you wouldn't notice him because he didn't feel that way about you?! All of these thoughts were weighing you down.

𐙚. After a few hours, you finally decided to man up and pay him a visit. It wasn't unusual for you to visit him at this time, since you both usually liked to read while occasionally talking about events that transpired through the day.

𐙚. You knock twice. "Satan?"

"Oh, (Name)." "Come in."

You warily open the door, all your confidence from a few minutes ago dissipating. It's now or never, anyway. You swallow your fear.

"How was your day?" You say. "It was pretty normal. Remember that book from the human world that piqued my interest? It finally came in. I was pretty excited to read it, but I thought it might be better to wait for you. I got a little impatient and read the first few pages, though...I hope that's fine." "Hey, (Name), you seem really tense. Is everything all right?" Satan points out.

"Huh? ..Oh yeah. I'm good..I'm super excited to read the book, too!" You force out. He really is acting like he didn't hear what you said. You were starting to get frustrated, and Satan could notice it too.

"Seriously, (Name). What's up with you?" Satan inquires, confusion written all over his face. His beautiful face. That stupid face!! That face to the body of a stupid demon who's acting like he didn't stupidly hear your confession of love (it wasn't even really a confession..)! That tipped you over the edge.

"What's up with me is that I said you were my type! You were there! You were there....and now you're pretending not to have heard me! That obviously means you don't like me, or at least not enough to mention it! It makes me feel so stupid, Satan. So, so unbelievably stupid. And I know it's not your fault, but sometimes I feel like what we do is pretty intimate, you know?! I mean when we read in your room I'm basically on top of you. A guy who doesn't like me should at least have the decency to stop me from making a fool out of myself. He should push me off him! I really like you, but you obviously don't reciprocate, so you should at least say somet-"

Your ramble is abruptly halted with a short, sweet peck on your cheek. You tilt your head a little to face the Cynical Fourth born, whose ears are fully crimson.

"Y-You.."

"(Name), I'm sorry. I didn't... really know how to bring it up. I told myself that I would later, after we got comfortable. Of course I'm into you. Who wouldn't be? You're amazing, funny, and kind, and you never fail to bring a smile to my face. I'm always quick to anger, as you know..but around you, I always find myself striving to be a better person. You keep me in check. I'm not just into you... I know for a fact that.. ᵗʰᵃᵗ ⁱ..ˡᵒᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ." He barely mumbles out the last part. Your smile grows wider and wider, before you all but pounce on the demon.

"I guess that would make us the perfect pair because I feel the exact way about you, 'Tan!"

Satan's smile is the widest you've ever seen. He doesn't know what the future has in store for him, but he knows that as long as you are by his side, there will be nothing he can't overcome.

𝗕𝗲𝗲𝗹𝘇𝗲𝗯𝘂𝗯

𖦹 He doesn't understand. He's your ideal type of what? He doesn't get it, so he just ignores the statement for a while and continues doing his daily activities.

𖦹 A few hours later, the thought of what you said resurfaces, and while filming his new DevilTube workout video with Asmodeus, Beel decides to ask what it means to be someone's "Ideal type." Once Asmo explains what it means and he finally understands and fully processes what you meant by the statement, he goes fully red. He's so embarrassed he didn't get that earlier. But at the same time, he's ecstatic. You're his type too!

𖦹 Poor guy can't even focus on his workout video. He wraps it up as quickly as possible, leaving Asmo with the editing, and makes a beeline for your room. He stops halfway.

𖦹 He's sweating like a pig...It would probably be best to freshen up before confronting you about what you said. He makes a mad dash to the shower, freshens up quickly, and then hastily makes his way to your room.

"(Name)? You in there?"

"Yeah! Come in, the door is unlocked." Your voice was muffled. "Sorry, I'm looking for a potions book Solomon lent to me. What's up? Asmo was texting the group chat about how you abandoned your "Deviltuber Duties"..or something," You giggled, still not facing him.

"Earlier..You said I was your ideal type. I didn't know what it meant, so I ignored it, but I know what it means now.." Beel confesses.

You freeze. "You heard that?!" You quickly turn around. You felt like all the blood you had in your human body was rushing straight to your face. Your eyes meet his, and you finally realize that the 6'4 demon's face is also decorated in a deep shade of red. You guys are practically matching at this point!

"(Name)... You should probably know that you're my type too. You've always accepted me and my brothers. You still treated Belphie with kindness even after the rough start you two had. I admired that about you. I'm okay with sharing my food if it's you. I've always thought you were amazing ever since the day you stood up for me and Luke. You didn't waver in front of Lucifer, who can be really scary at times...and it made me feel so warm. My feelings only grew from there."

You tear up a little. "Beel, you're so amazing. I don't know what I did to deserve someone like you."

"I think it's the other way around, (Name)." Beel leaves a chaste kiss on your lips and engulfs you in a warm hug.

The Gluttonous seventh-born knows he'll continue to treasure you forever. Beelzebub had never paid any mind to the sun at first because it never shined in the Devildom, but you changed that. You exuded light and radiance from the moment he met you. You were the sun. His sun. He's just so happy that he gets to be the one closest to your heart. You smile and indulge in his embrace, the potions book long forgotten.

a/n: ahhh it's done!! sorry for the wait omg :(( I'm thinking of what to write ab next but I hope ygs enjoyed this one! oh if anyone has any ideas on what I shld write abt next pleaseee lmk haha :)

[dood-itsradical]

Cool? Cool.

Pairing: Jake Kim x GN!Reader

Summary: An awkward rendezvous with Big Deal's leader.

Genre/Trope: Friends to enemies to friends to more(?). Non established relationship. Can be viewed as platonic as well.

Warnings: Cussing, self/oc indulgence? (I mostly wrote this for myself), no use of Y/n, MIGHT be OOC Jake (judge them yourself, this my first time writing for Lookism).

A/N: It's been TWO YEARS since I post fanfics so I might be lil stiffy, bare with me chat. I DON'T do request btw!

Masterlist

“Man, so what now? We just…went back to stop being allies?” You questioned bluntly.

It's been a few days since the Hunt for Gun event. Everything went back to how it was. Or some would say, for the better. You weren't exactly on any sides of the crew. Scratch that, you were one of the Workers. And to be fair, you sort of still carry that guilt. Like Samuel, you wanted- no, needed money. Again, scratch that, you aren't exactly like him, God bless. You just have responsibilities at home that need to be taken care of.

Because first of all, being a broke college student got you into this shit and you practically worked your ass for it. You just wanted to pay for your student loans, bills and groceries. Second of all, news flash, Korea ain't as great as influencers described them to be. When you first moved here, you were still expecting the struggles of the norm. Not fighting gangsters. Let alone joining one.

Thirdly, you know basic martial arts. You know what, fuck that. You're actually pretty decent at it. Sparring and training with these dudes around you, paid off. And through the journey you gained friendship, learning to understand different types of people. That includes multiple reality checks, unlocking new traumas as the list goes on. Part of you have thought of the alternatives and the what ifs. While the other half is actually grateful.

“It never has to be that way, you know?” Daniel replied, offering a soft smile.

You wanted to ask if the whole fighting and scheming thing is over, now that Charles Choi is gone. So is the matter of the Red Note. But you keep those questions to yourself, knowing it's far from done when Gun is still alive even if he's in juvie. Besides, he's not the only bad guy they need to watch out for.

You shrugged sheepishly, hands shoving into your pockets. “Right.” Your head turned to the ground for a bit. Daniel senses this and continues, “We're still friends, right?”

You looked up relieved by his words, “Of course. You're cool. You too, Jay.” You added. The blond gave you a big sincere smile as you bent down to pet the puppies. They equally ushered closer for attention. Your expression softened before exhaling.

“Hey.” You started, taking a second to collect your words. “You think Big Deal would diss the hell out of me if I go in their turf? I need to talk to Jake.”

Daniel shrugged back, giving his usual reassuring energy. “I don't think so, after everything. You want us to accompany you there?” You shake your head, mimicking his smile, “I'm good. Thanks though.”

It was by then you found yourself stepping in Big Deal’s street. You weren't a coward, but you still hold respect for each of Four Major Crews. If you are being honest, you didn't even belong here. You're just a person who was caught up with your own personal issues and was left with no options but to use physical violence for your own selfish gain. It wasn't selfish, you told yourself. You just have your own goal and achievement like everyone else.

You were immediately recognised and being semi interrogated by the other Big Deal members due to your sudden and random arrival. You kept your tone as calm as possible. Getting straight to the business and voila! There's Jake.

You muttered a thanks to Jerry before turning to your old friend. Ice breaking sucked, this everyone can relate. But man, you acted like an ex begging to get together with him again. “Sooo……”

You trailed awkwardly, eyes darting everywhere in the room except him. “Big Deal's boss doing paperworks, huh? Guess nobody escaping that.” You tried to humour him, to light up the mood, anything. And luckily, he stifled a chuckle. Or a subtle exhale, you counted it as that either way.

“Yeah, well, it's my responsibility now.” Jake replied, shifting in his chair while leaning back.

To put it simply, you and Jake aren't completely strangers. You two were somewhat colleagues, let's put it that way. You never dare ask about the friendship part. Are you two even friends? Buddies? Amigos?

I mean you're very much aware of Big Deal's history. Jake isn't so secretive, mind you. You've privately met Sinu himself before, good man. You're most definitely familiar with Samuel. And by God, you weren't very fond of him. But you didn't judge him either, and as mentioned, everyone here has a personal goal. You've managed to exchange conversation with him from time to time. If I may say so myself, a LOT. Boy, was he an interesting character.

When you first joined Workers, you were clueless. Eugene offered you good deals. Obviously you hesitated in the begining. You were no fool, you knew what you signed up for. Fortunately for you, you weren't involved too much. You did side jobs, mostly undercover. When Jake finds out, he confronts you. Which actually surprised you. You fought him. You fought everyone else while sticking to the white uniform. Although he can definitely tell you held back at that moment.

“No hard feelings, Jake.” You said back then before getting into stance. You took his hit many times, hardly using your full strength before discovering you were just buying him time to let others finish their business. And he didn't blame you either. He felt bad. Guilty even, that he couldn't offer you better hospitality, better support. And yes, he admits that he was kinda cold back then. He never gets the chance to apologize. But he does now as you basically presence yourself to him.

“You aight? You know, after all the…” You trailed, subtly recalling the recent fiasco. He blinked before nodding, “Just peachy. You?” You nodded back. “Yeah.”

As if it couldn't get any awkward, you were starting to regret showing your face here. On top of that, he wasn't any near being his suave self. He had it fine with the others but with you? There's an unfinished business. He thought it's odd. It's exactly the same scenario that happened between him and Samuel, yet the tension wasn't supposed to be this palpable as far as he know.

“I'm sorry-” You both said in sync, now looking at each other weirdly. Chuckling nervously, you both did it again, “You first. No, you. Not me, you. Fuck.”

Sighing, you both let out small genuine laughters. “No, seriously. You first.” he offered.

You nodded, “No hard feelings, right?”

He smiled, “No hard feelings. It's good to see you again.” You returned the smile, the burden finally left your shoulders. “Same here. You didn't break a bone. I'm not surprised.”

He leaned forward, folding his arms on the desk. His arms bulging through the fabric doesn't go unnoticed. “Well, colour me surprised. You didn't either.” He joked back. His mood has lifted as did yours. You rolled your shoulders, pretending to flex slightly. “I tried.”

“Say,” Your expression turned slightly serious, still with a bit of amusement in your tone. “I guess I owe you a jack of explanation, huh?”

He tilted his head, “Oh? Do you, now? Lemme check.” He pretended to go through his paperworks. You just chuckled, shaking your head at his sense of humour. “Asshole. I'm serious.”

Jake faced you again, “I know. And I'm listening. We can get food while we're at it.”

“Let me guess, my treat?” You raised a brow.

He gets off from his seat, his duty now left abandoned. “C’mon, I'm not a monster.” Slinging his arm around your shoulder as he leads you to the exit.

[angel-kyo]

Pay it no mind

Part XXVII

In which reader confesses their feelings to Gojo, but it seems these are not returned (maybe?).

Warnings: reader is on the receiving end of rejection (kinda), and the fact that I'm obsessed with unrequited love is a warning itself. Firearms/injuries mentioned.

Previous: Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V, Part VI, Part VII, Part VIII, Part IX, Part X, Part XI, Part XII, Part XIII, Part IV, Part XV, Part XVI, Part XVII, Part XVIII, Part XIX, Part XX, Part XXI, Part XXII, Part XXIII, Part XXIV, Part XXV, Part XXVI

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You closed the shoji door rather roughly and walked away in a bothered, quick pace only stopping when your shoes reached grass.

Despite how insulting the whole meeting with the Zen’in elders had been, was leaving like this the wisest choice?

Probably not, but you could not care less at that moment.

“You look displeased,” the voice of Naoya, accompanied by his unhurried steps through the wooden floor of the engawa, called behind you.

You did not turn around. “And you sound a bit too pleased with yourself.”

“Would it be a crime if I were?”

What Naoya really wondered was would Gojo Satoru be bothered enough to come after them for upsetting you?

He was no fool; he never believed you would accept an invitation into his family. He did not consider you worthy of it either, but the elders had insisted on trying to buy you. A means to an end, they had said.

The whole set up was meant to secure them an opportunity to negotiate with Gojo. His protégé for his lover.

It’s a stupid plan if you ask me, Naoya thought.

He had certain respect for Gojo’s power, for he was the type of man who could and would dirty his hands if it had meaning, if it meant keeping everything. But the elders’ hope was that, just like a few years ago, Gojo Satoru had been civil enough to, as peacefully as possible, arrange the custody of Toji’s son, he would again, trade that same child for your freedom.

“Is that the point of this? To get a reaction out of me?” Naoya heard you ask in a frustrated tone. But you knew it was not that.

They had offered you an obscene fortune and what might have been considered a shortcut to success for your career as a sorcerer, besides a few other ‘benefits’ that would ‘put your family on the map’ of the jujutsu world and pull them out of ‘their inferior condition’.

As if I wanted that… As if we needed their condescendence.

You had been firm when rejecting them, and the air had turned ominous back there when you had left clear you had no intention of entertaining such proposal further.

“Don’t flatter yourself. My siblings have bad taste in partners that’s all.” Naoya was now standing next to you. He gestured ahead. “Shall we?”

Even if they had an ulterior motive, as long as they let you leave, you had no intention of staying there any longer either.

“I can see myself out,” you responded, slightly surprised that Naoya had not started walking ahead of you as he usually did.

His smile was unreadable. “Let me walk you out one last time.”

***

The night had started easy enough. A civilian with a bit of a gift, or rather a bit of a curse, had spotted something weird in an area where a missing child had been reported not long ago, and next thing you knew, an assistant with a freshly opened file was briefing you through the details of your next mission.

“The students we sent last week did not find anything; they exorcised a grade three, and said something about some residual cursed energy around the entrance to the station, but nothing that should be a problem for the average person,” Nitta pointed out while she drove you to the area.

“Why is that section of the station closed?” you asked from the backseat.

Knowing why a curse might appear and stick somewhere was not always necessary, but it would help you form an idea of what you could find.

Nitta kept her eyes on the road and recited form memory. “It was closed for reparations, but no incidents had been reported until three weeks ago, when…”

When three high school boys trespassed and went into the closured section for some sort of dare, and only two of them came out.

You nodded and looked outside.

A first or a special grade would have killed them all for sure.

You had certainly learned to not underestimate curses, regardless of their grade, but after all those pit stops at Shoko’s office, it was refreshing to be assigned a mission that would not be too challenging.

***

Or that is what you thought.

Maybe you were just out of it lately. Why else would you be tired and sore after what had been a rather easy fight?

“My students would have been able to handle it,” you mumbled for your self as you climbed the stairs to your apartment.

Perhaps you were distracted, trying too hard to not make mistakes that you ended up making more.

You had not detected the second curse on time to dodge a hit. It was not fatal, and you would not bother Shoko for a little scratch at this ungodly hour of the night.

As you reached your floor, you searched your pocket for your keys.

Huh.

You palmed the other one.

No.

But you had put the keys in your pocket before leaving for the mission, had you not?

You halted before walking down the hall to your door. Had you dropped them somewhere?

What should you do now? Climb to your window outside and try to open it? Force the door? Lord, you had not picked a lock since you and Gojo were teenagers…

That’s right… Gojo.

He still had your spare key, assuming he had not decided to hate you and thrown it away into the sea.

You walked down the hall slowly, your thumb hovering over his name in your contacts, almost forcing yourself to finally call him for help.

Screw it. Just call him.

You tapped the phone icon.

Ring and ring but no answer.

Is he ignoring me? No... Be rational. He's probably busy with something else, or asleep, as a normal person would be.

Why did this have to happen at this time?

You stood in front of your door and left a voicemail for Satoru. Hopefully, he would hear it and come over when he had a chance.

On the other hand, if he would not hear it until next morning, maybe trying to pick the lock would be faster.

You were accepting that idea when you pushed the door gently, and to your surprise, it swung open.

Oh.

Had you not closed it properly before leaving?

No, that can’t be.

You had clear recollection of your hand turning the key in the lock to ensure it was closed before leaving.

A burglar? That was possibility.

Your instincts were telling you to not go in, but as we all know, sometimes the body does not listen to the mind before moving.

It was dark.

There had been very few times that Satoru would get into your apartment if you were not there. He was like that stray cat you sometimes fed, that for some reason enjoyed watching your life through your window and would sometimes just cautiously sit inside and wait for you to come home.

But Satoru usually turned the lights on.

As you stepped into your space, staying in the illuminated patch provided by the light that came from the hallway, something felt amiss.

You flipped the switch that lighted the entryway and slowly walked through the narrow hall that divided your living room and your kitchen.

The movement in your kitchen caught your eyes and you quickly moved to turn on the next set of lights, relaxing slightly when a familiar gray cat stared back at you with big yellow eyes.

“It’s you…” you looked at it, and the cat’s pupils seemed to widen, focusing on a spot in your living room.

You heard a click and turned to meet a pair of eyes you had never seen before. He was standing some feet away from you, still partially in the darkness in the living room, but now that your eyes could see him, you could tell, or rather feel, he was a sorcerer. Why had you not perceived him before?

“Who..?” you started asking when your eyes lowered to the handgun in his right hand that was aiming at you.

“It’s not personal,” he said and fired.

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Note: I'm still not over the manga...

Thank you for reading!

Next: Part XXVIII

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[otherone12]

I BEG FOR MORE BASEMENT GEE FICS

I've been obsessed with your account forever but these last few Basement Gerard Way fics make me need more of them. I love seeing Gerard as the comic-obsessed, introverted, whiny, trash-smelling, wood-scented geek in the room. I love your fics, I give you the best of luck, you deserve recognition or whatever in this

Black Coffee

(damn, i'm awful choosing titles)

Basement!Gerard Way x Reader

-> Masterlist

HEYYY!!! OMG THANK U SMMM!!! ngl I almost cried at this (yes, I'm emotional)… so consider this a gift 4 uuu!!! As well as writing the fic, I also wrote some drabbles of this relationship… I hope you enjoy them!! I'm so so sorry for taking so long, school was killing me (it still is, but I'll try to keep posting often). There are more basement!gee fics coming soon, and I'm writing a “Ray x FilmNerd!Reader” request!… I hope you like it! <3

Summary: You've finally talked to the quiet, awkward guy who always comes to the coffee shop where you work (those drabbles are about him being awkward/cute/nerdy with his new - and first - girlfriend).

- Word Count: 2.730 + 5 Drabbles

- Warnings: None :)

- Ps: I'll not use y/n…

- Ps2: I'm brazilian, so english is not my first language... sorry if i wrote something wrong.

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1st Person.

It was just another day at the coffee shop, where the morning crowd shuffled in like clockwork. I had my usual regulars, the early risers, the business types, the half-awake students. Nothing unusual. That is, until I saw him.

He looked a bit out of place. Messy black hair falling in his face, an oversized jacket that looked like it hadn’t seen a washing machine in a while, and a worn sketchbook tucked under his arm. He shifted nervously as he got in line, eyes darting from the menu to the floor, like he was afraid to make eye contact with anyone.

When he finally made it to the counter, he hesitated, glancing up at me, then quickly looked back down.

-  Hi, welcome! - I greeted, with my usual smile - What can I get started for you?

- Uh-  a coffee, black, please... - He muttered, really nervous, scratching the back of his neck. His eyes were wide behind his greasy messy hair. 

He handed me cash with slightly trembling hands. The whole interaction probably only took a few seconds, but it felt… different. Like he was processing everything in slow motion, or like maybe he’d never seen a girl before.

He murmured a quiet “thanks” and shuffled off to wait for his coffee, sneaking glances at me when he thought I wasn’t looking. I shook my head, stifling a small laugh. Maybe he was a little weird, sure… but something about him was interesting. 

Well, he started to come here every single day, always at the same time, carrying either a comic book or his sketchbook. He's always wearing a worn-out band T-shirt or an old sweatshirt, and his hair always looks like it's never been shampooed. He never talks to anyone, and no matter how many times I’ve handed him a coffee, he never seemed to get used to this, always avoiding my eyes and muttering. 

After a few weeks passed, I observed his weird way of acting, and that made me even more curious about him. Taking advantage of the fact that, by some miracle, the cafeteria was empty except for him, I went to the little table in the corner of the cafeteria. He didn't take his eyes off the comic book he was reading, until I cleared my throat.

- Hi… - I started, and he looked up at me with wide eyes. I felt a rush of nervousness myself but forced a smile to hide it. - Sooo… I just realized I’ve never asked your name. 

- H-Hi - He blinked, clearly taken off guard. His cheeks immediately flushed, and he muttered under his breath. - Uh… M-my name’s G-gerard… 

- Well, nice to meet you! - I sat in front of him, introducing me to him. But as soon as I said my name, my gaze fell on the comic book he was reading. - IIs that a 1940's Batman #1 spring issue?!

- Y-yeah.. are you… into comics? - he still looked a little shy, but his eyes lit up. 

- I kinda like the art of it… - I explained, - Can I sit?

- S-sure… - a light smile appeared on his face when I sat in front of him. - D-don't you have to… uh… work?

He tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, still not looking directly at me and with a slightly pink face. 

- Nah… If a client shows up, I'll run there - chuckling, I gave another look at his comic - So… some considerations about that comic? Is it nice?

- Y-yeah… I'm kinda obsessed with Robin's costume… - He looked at me with a little uncertainty, analyzing if I really wanted to hear it. I nodded, with a smile. -  b-because it's incredibly dangerous, like he has no body armor and he wears the brightest colors… and it makes no sense.

The last thing I knew was that I got lost in our conversation, all of his opinions about the art, the lore and everything. I swear I never imagined we would have this detail in common... little by little I realized he loosened up a little, but it seems like he still has a lot hidden under his wrinkled sweatshirt… 

Unfortunately, customers started showing up and I had to get back to work. 

- So… I gotta go now - I sighed, standing up. - But it was nice to talk to you, Gerard… I guess you will be here tomorrow?  

- I-i guess so… - he muttered, playing with the sleeve of his sweatshirt. - Was… uh…  nice to talk to you. See you tomorrow then.

I smiled at him, and he did the same thing, and for the first time I saw how beautiful his eyes were.  Well… there I go, back to my work, watching him leave the place. 

Next day was going normal and at the usual time, he showed up, with his scarf, his black hoodie and his messy hair. Gerard walked to the counter to place his order. Unlike usual, he was a little more confident, although he still stuttered a little when placing his order. 

- Hey, Gerard! - I smiled at him, was his gaze met mine - usual?

- Y-yeah, please. - He stood up awkwardly while I prepared his coffee.

- So… - I handed him his coffee. - any new comic stuff?

He looked confused, and a shy smile appeared on his face before he blushed a little and picked up the drink. 

- I found some new stuff at the comic store… - his voice is a bit louder than a whisper - I-I can show you… 

I glanced around the place, seeing that it was empty, except for one couple who were at some corner. 

- Yeah sure!

Again, the time seems not to pass, and this talk with him turned into some kind of routine for us... Asking him about details of comics and hearing him explain everything… I'm not the ‘nerd kind’ like him, but I knew enough to keep the conversation going.  

A few days later, as we were into our usual banter about comics and superheroes, something felt different. Gerard seemed a bit... bolder. His shoulders weren’t as hunched, and he was smiling more, albeit shyly, like he was starting to get even more comfortable with me, like we were friends... I couldn't shake the feeling that maybe we could be more.

 I caught him glancing my way a few times, a thoughtful look on his face, like he was debating something.

- Hey… uh… - He glanced up at me,  - I was wondering… d-do you want to… uh…  I mean, only if you want to… maybe come over t-to my place? I have more comics there... like, a lot more. We could, um, look through them together?

I blinked a few times, surprised by the sudden invitation. We've become so close in just a few months, it's crazy.

- Sounds pretty nice! - my reaction made his blush light a little - I’d love to see what you’ve got. 

- Y-yeah! I mean, since you like comics... you’ll probably enjoy it. - Gerard’s smiles grow, he gets excited every word that slips out of his mouth - And, uh, I could show you my... collection. It’s not, like, super impressive or anything... but... yeah… you  should come tomorrow… 

- Sure! I’ll be there!

When I arrived there, I was surprised. The basement was even more than I imagined, a treasure trove of comics, action figures, posters, DVDs, and CDs stacked on every available surface. It looked like the ultimate geek haven, where every corner had a story to tell. In addition, there were several drawings and sketches of people that he himself had created, as well as piles of sketchbooks on the floor.

- Holy shit! - I blurted out, spinning in place to take everything in. - This is awesome! You have, like, what… a billion comics here?!

Gerard shuffled nervously by the door, scratching the back of his neck. 

- A-actually... it's not that much... b-but, um...- His face flushed a little as he responded,

- Are you kidding me? - I interrupted, wide-eyed, as I reached out to touch a vintage Batman figurine still in its box. - Oh. My. God! This is collector's stuff... You’ve got first editions, limited prints... This is incredible!

- I-I’m kinda... uh... a fan of... you know, comics. A-and stuff. - He smiled shyly, his fingers fiddling with the hem of his hoodie.

- Dude, that’s awesome! - I said, completely genuine, scanning a shelf crammed with Marvel and DC titles, mixed in with indie graphic novels. Everything was in meticulous order, and it was clear he cared about this stuff more than most people would understand. - I had no idea you had so much cool stuff down here.

- Y-yeah, well... I don’t, uh, really show a lot of people this stuff, - he admitted, his eyes darting nervously to the floor. - It’s kind of... my space, I guess. It’s... messy, and maybe a little... weird.

I stepped forward just a little bit more, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from him.

His breath hitched, and he swallowed hard, looking at me like he was trying to solve some impossible puzzle. 

- I... um... you’re... really close,- he stammered, his voice shaky. - I mean, not that I... mind... or anything, it’s just that I don’t... I don’t usually... have people down here... or... or close to me like this.

I could feel his nervousness, but there was something vulnerable about it that made me want to close the gap even more. His eyes locked onto mine, and this time, he didn’t look away.

We got close enough for our lips to touch, then he involuntarily pressed his lips on mine.

It lasted only a few seconds before his eyes widened and he pulled back in shock, his face burning. 

- I-I'm sorry - he stammered, hands trembling as he scratched the back of his neck, his voice faltering. - I shouldn't… I'm really sorry… i'm not used to having people around me, and i just… uh… kinda where too much-

His words trailed off into a mess of nervousness, like he couldn't even form a coherent sentence.

Before he could keep trying to apologize, I leaned in again, pressing my lips to his, more confident this time. He froze, completely still, like he didn’t know whether to react or if he should apologize for the first kiss again. His lips remained soft and unresponsive against mine, and I could feel his panic radiating off him.I backed off a little, rubbing his cheek with my thumb.

-y’know…it would be a lot easier if you kissed me back… - I chuckled. Approaching again. 

His eyes widened even more, his whole face lighting up with embarrassment, and he looked like he was trying to process everything happening all at once. His lips parted as if he wanted to say something, but nothing came out. He took a deep breath, glanced away, then back at me. 

- I... I didn’t- uh, I wasn’t… -  He shook his head, a nervous laugh escaping his lips as he rubbed the back of his neck. - I-I’m just... this is really… uh, a lot for me. I mean, I don't know how and…

- Gerard - I said, my voice gentle but teasing.  I couldn’t help but chuckle softly, enjoying the effect I seemed to have on him.  - Relax. Just kiss me back...

Our lips met again, but this time he didn't remain static. His cold hand moved up to my neck, while his thumb pressed lightly on my jaw. Our lips moved gently as he seemed to be really enjoying every second. 

When our lips parted again, he was redder than ever, but his eyes remained on my face. He bit his lip, nervously.

- Was this… uh… nice? - he asked, voice barely above a whisper. His cheeks were still flushed, and his gaze darted between me and the floor, like he couldn’t settle on one thing. - I mean, I... I don’t know if I did it right. I’ve only really read about these things, you know? Like, I mean, there’s all those superhero issues where they do the whole kiss thing, but none of them are... uh... well, they’re not like... this.

He rambled on, nervously tugging at the sleeve of his shirt, clearly overthinking every word. At first I was afraid I'd gone too far, but as he didn't refuse and even worried about whether I'd done well, I didn't regret it at all.

- It was perfect, - I said softly, brushing a lock of hair away from his face. - You didn’t need a superhero comic to do it right.

- O-Okay... good... I mean, I’m... I’m glad. But I don’t... I don’t really know what this means, you know? Like, am I... are we... Are we, um, dating? Because, uh… - He faltered, eyes darting to the side as if trying to avoid my gaze. - I’m not really good with... social stuff, and... I mean, I know the whole ‘dating’ thing is, like, a level-up situation, right? Like, uh, like when Spider-Man gets his suit upgrade and-

- I think you’re overthinking it, Gerard. It’s not like it was some complex time travel stuff - I chuckled, with a soft smile  - And… about the “dating thing”... do you want to be my boyfriend?

- I-I do! - His shining eyes and his huge sudden smile turned into some shy look, a bit unbelieving, his voice was barely audible, like he was testing the words out. He caught himself, clearing his throat as if he was afraid of sounding too eager. - But, like, are you sure? I mean, I’m not... exactly, uh... the smoothest guy in the room, and I’m kind of, uh... awkward, and-

- Gerard… - I cooped his face, looking deep into his eyes - You are perfect.. I mean… I think you’re perfect. 

- Really? - His eyes searched mine, like he was still trying to process it. - Okay. I... I’m... I mean, I’ll try not to, like, mess this up.

- You’re not going to mess this up,- I said, leaning into him. - Trust me… 

he nodded his head in shy agreement, while a small, insecure smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

- Can I... kiss you again?

- Of course you can.

I barely finished the sentence, his lips crushed into mine. It was slower, more confident, though still laced with that same shy excitement. It felt like the start of something special, something that didn’t need to be perfect, but was perfect all the same.

- I... I’m really glad you’re... okay with me. - his forehead rested against mine, and he let out a soft, relieved laugh.  - All of me. Even... the awkward parts. 

I knew the next day would be different from normal. Same coffee shop, same people, but knowing that the weird, shy, nerdy boy was now my boyfriend, so I couldn't be happier. The way I feel more comfortable with him than with anyone else is what makes me sure we were making the right decision.

I was behind the counter, wiping it down, when the familiar jingle of the café door caught my attention. I looked up to see Gerard standing there, his usual nervous posture gone, replaced by something… different. His shoulders were straighter, and he didn’t hesitate as he walked right up to the counter.

- Hey, Gee! - I greeted with a bright smile, already reaching for the coffee pot.

But before I could say another word, he leaned over the counter and kissed me, firm and a little awkward, but full of this newfound confidence. I froze, eyes wide, and for a second, all I could hear was the quick thumping of my heart.

He pulled back, he cleared his throat. 

- Uh… I-I did it right? -  his face immediately turning pink - I mean... I’ve never... dated before, so... I-I thought 

I couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled out of me, my heart melting at his adorable uncertainty. 

- You did perfect,- I reassured him, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. His whole face lit up with relief.

- Okay, good, - he murmured, rubbing the back of his neck with a shy smile. - I... I was worried I might’ve

- Relax,- I laughed, giving his hand a squeeze before letting go. - I’m just gonna make your coffee now, okay?

He nodded, that sweet, hesitant smile growing even bigger, and I turned to get his usual order, feeling my own cheeks heat up. This was Gerard, still awkward, still nervous, but there was something different in his eyes today. Something that made my heart skip a beat.

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Drabbles:

(These are disconnected scenes that I think go well with this fic.)

1- Holding Hands

As usual, I sat by his side on the coffee table, he was calm, with a pen in his hand, focused on his sketchbook. His other hand was unoccupied, and without thinking twice, I moved mine to meet his, interlacing our fingers. The moment he felt my skin on his hand, he froze, slowly turning his face so that our gazes met.

- Is that okay? - I asked, afraid of maybe causing him some discomfort.

- Uh… yeah, I just… didn’t expect that… - A shy smile appeared between his stuterning words. - But it’s uh… nice.

- Good. - Moving closer, I teased him, placing a kiss on his cheek. - I didn’t think of moving it anyway.

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2- So... You Like Hearing Me?

This was one of those evenings that we just wanted to spend together. Gerard and I were re-watching Star Wars, and he started to explain every detail of one of those scenes, while I paid attention in every single word. But he stopped.

- Am being annoying again, aren’t I? - He sighed, scratching the back of his neck.

- No way! - I interrupted, my eyes lighting up with excitement. - I love hearing you talk about it. Keep going!

He blinked, stunned by my enthusiasm, and his cheeks flushed a delicate pink. A bashful smile spread across his face as he picked up where he left off, his voice even more excited now that he knew I was genuinely interested.

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3- You Are Not Ashamed Of Me?

We went out to the comic store. On our way there, I held his hand, and he looked at me, with wide eyes that I didn't understand at first.

- We are… uh… in public - Gerard looked around, worried - People can look and-

- And what? - I cut him off, chuckling.

- You don’t mind being seen with me? - His insecure tone was so damn cute.

Not at all! I want them to see - I squeezed his hand, smiling at him - You are my boyfriend, right?

He nodded, and I pressed my lips against his, a quick kiss that made him seem radiant

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4- Movie Night

As the weeks went by, it became common for me to go to his house to watch movies, and this time was no different. While we were cuddled up watching the movie, his hand naturally rested on my thigh, and when he realized it, panic overtook him.

- I'm s-sorry - he moved his hand quickly.

- Don't be - I smiled softly, and caught his hand before he could move it away completely. - I liked.

His breath hitched, and he swallowed, his fingers resuming their gentle touch. Feeling my encouragement, he allowed himself to relax, and soon we were cuddled even closer together.

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5- First 'I Love You'

We were sitting on his bed, laughing about something silly, when the laughter died down, and they just looked at each other. Gerard felt a warmth spread through his chest, and before he knew it, the words tumbled out of his mouth:

- I love you.

As soon as he said it, he froze. His face turned bright red, and he immediately started to backtrack. 

- I-I'm sorry, - he stammered, panic flashing in his eyes. - I didn’t mean to... I mean, I did, but I know it’s too soon, and I-

- Hey, - I interrupted, placing a finger on his lips to stop his anxious rambling. - I love you too.

His eyes widened, the fear in them melting away into relief. 

- You... you do? - he asked, almost disbelieving.

- Yes, Gerard.

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~ Sooo that's it! Lemme know if you liked! And if you have any ideas, my requests are open!

[ad-caelestia]

i've spent a lot of time saying "here's what you could do" as a witch versus "here is what i actually do" as a witch, so let's go.

as much as i try to stir my coffee in one direction or another, it always ends up counter-clockwise - instead of seeing it as a mistake, i just work around it by thinking of it like, i'm banishing (counter-clockwise) negativity from my day versus attracting (clockwise) positivity.

i tend to use colors that align with planets versus other folkloric associations - instead of a green candle for money, i'll use a blue one because blue is associated with jupiter which is associated with wealth and good fortune. lucky for me, all the other planets have colors that align appropriately so i don't have to think about those as much (sun - gold, moon - silver, mercury - ehhhhh a mix of like, yellow/violet/indigo, venus - baby pink/mint, mars - red/rust, etc etc.).

i have a money bowl that i redo on the first of every month and i set a cinnamon stick above my front door for prosperity - i have a tiny little angel of a bunny whose health means more to me than the ritualistic act of blowing cinnamon into your home from outside the front door.

my "grimoire" or book of shadows or WHATEVER you wanna call it lives on my computer via onenote and is also scattered through many many notebooks i have collected over the years - if i'm being honest, i am way too picky about my handwriting and messing things up when i am writing in pen that i would just rather keep it somewhere i can type and alt+f to get where i need to go.

my main altar lives on a pretty gold and faux marble bookshelf but honestly, my whole house is my altar - there are sacred spaces at every corner if you know what to look for.

if i want something for my craft, i try to repurpose old things or thrift for them - you'd be amazed what you can do with some of the most basic things (i found my money bowl, which is a crystal dish, at the thrift store for 99 cents); the dollar 25 tree is also a good spot to shop for cheap trinkets.

much of my craft is muscle memory, which has come from YEARS of practice - if i'm cooking and need to use like, basil for example (luck, money, protection), i just kind of already know what it's "good for" and keep that in the front of my mind while i'm cooking so the intent doesn't get buried.

i really REALLY prefer to make my own stuff but that's not always feasible - i really thought the other day that i could just start making candles for myself and had to put that thought on HOLD because let's be real, i'm not doing all that. instead, i will continue to use all the chime candles i have collected over the years instead of immediately going out to find something new.

cleansing ritual who? every time i mop my floor or clean the baseboards or wipe down the counter, i'm cleansing my space. i very much believe that mundane cleaning can be equally as magical and therapeutic if the intent is there.

same thing with literally any other magical thing i do these days: i won't go digging for new items to serve me and my spellwork, i will just use what i already have.

doing spells when the opportunity presents itself versus days of planning - i got a new body wash the other day whose main ingredient and scent is rose so i figured i could use it for a glamour at some point; needed some cinnamon the other day for pancakes and stashed some away for use as a catalyst later on; stuck a bay leaf in my pasta sauce while cooking and made a little wish beforehand.

tethers. everywhere. this one's a bit personal for me but generally speaking, i like to tie energy to a physical object and store it for later use.

i have never buried anything in my yard for any reason - i usually just stick it in a box if the spell isn't finished, cleanse and reuse, or discard all together after thanking it for its assistance.

i swear i have a mean tarot deck and a nice one so i tend to be biased and choose accordingly. 🙃

i also have two pendulums i don't use and a set of blue goldstone runes that i have had for 8 years but don't touch anymore. let that be a gentle reminder that you don't have to do all the things, i promise.

anyway, those are some things about my craft ok bye

[kiarastromboli]

𝐁𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧:

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧.

𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨 𝐱 𝐲/𝐧

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𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘: Stalking (kind of), Jaelous!Matt.

𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: Matt begins to enter a completely new feeling of which he is clearly not aware: obsession. Wanting to see y/n again in the hope of asking for her number, he will find himself facing something that he won't like, another man who is a little too close to y/n for his liking.

ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕖: Translated into English: Things are evolving gradually, it's only the beginning, and I promise you many emotionally charged events and sensations in the upcoming chapters. In the meantime, feel free to let me know what you think of the new character in the comments.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏, 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐫𝐞 𝟑

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐:

Friday, generally a day I don't particularly fancy, the day preceding Saturday aka the only day I finish work early.

But this Friday was different.

This Friday had a whole new flavor.

This morning, instead of my usual migraine and dark circles, I woke up in a good mood with a big smile.

Whereas usually I would settle for just a simple coffee before leaving my apartment, I prepared myself a proper breakfast.

Well, by proper breakfast I mean what I'm capable of: bacon and eggs.

Without me noticing, this smile had been stuck on my face since I woke up, and I only became aware of it when I stood in front of my mirror to brush my teeth.

For a moment, I even thought I was dreaming, but no, this smile was very real and genuinely sincere.

All because I knew I was going to see her again tomorrow.

Her, my complex mystery, my vanilla-scented puzzle.

I lived only to decipher her and to know what her thoughts were made of.

It's true, until now, no one had ever captured my attention as much as this girl, she was made for me to unravel.

After getting ready, I went to the bookstore, praying for my day to pass as quickly as possible.

Every time the little bells at the entrance rang, deep down I hoped it was her who crossed the threshold of that door to come see me.

But of course, it was never her.

"Who are you and what have you done with Matt!" Sarah said to me, pointing at me with a banana as if it were a gun.

I chuckled at her action.

Sarah was the only friend I had made while working at the bookstore until now.

I had suspicions about her intentions towards me, and over time, I quickly realized that she had developed a crush on me, but as I said, until now, no girl had really captured my attention.

I'm not saying Sarah isn't pleasant to look at, far from it, she just wasn't my type even though I appreciated her a lot.

"I advise you to put that banana down right away, miss," I said, chuckling, and she raised her hands and dropped her banana.

"Sorry, I didn't know threatening others with my breakfast was forbidden," she said, shrugging before leaning on the counter next to me, and I simply shook my head, smiling at her antics.

"No, but seriously, usually I have to fight with you to even get a hint of a smile on your face!" she said, giving me a playful punch on the shoulder.

"You're exaggerating," I said, rolling my eyes.

She looked at me with insistence.

"What?" I said, chuckling, and started walking towards the shelves to put away the books that were missing.

"What's happened to you? Come on, tell me, I share all my adventures with you, you're not allowed to keep secrets from me like this!" she said, grumbling and following me around the bookstore.

"Sarah, I really have no idea what you're talking about, you seem like a crazy person right now," I said, continuing to organize the books.

"You're kidding me! Since you walked into the bookstore, you've been humming little songs, you're nice to the customers, and you have that damn smile plastered on your face, you're hiding something from me, and believe me, Matthew, I'll find out!" she said, pointing at me with a threatening look.

"I don't know who you're trying to scare right now, but there are customers at the counter, so I suggest you quickly go see what they want before you get fired," I pointed out, removing her finger from in front of me with my hand.

She turned around in surprise towards the counter to see what I had just said, and turned back to me one last time with a threatening look before returning to work.

The rest of my day consisted of Sarah constantly asking me questions and customers coming in to return their books.

It sounds annoying when put like that, but nothing could ruin my day knowing that I was going to see her again tomorrow...

Come to think of it, I didn't even ask for her number.

What if she forgot about tomorrow? I have absolutely no way to contact her.

Maybe I should stop by after work just to ask for her number, nothing more.

"Can you close the bookstore today? I have something important to do, if you don't mind," I asked Sarah when closing time finally arrived.

"Yeah, no problem, I'll take care of it. You can go, handsome," she said, smiling, and I smiled back before leaving the bookstore.

I immediately got on my motorcycle and started driving towards her apartment complex.

Is this a good idea? I mean, I'll look like a creepy guy if she sees me showing up like this at her place when we just met yesterday?

Plus, I don't even know which apartment she lives in.

Am I supposed to wait outside hoping she'll eventually come out? I wondered as I parked my motorcycle outside her apartment complex.

I stood there for a few minutes like an idiot before realizing that this was a bad idea. I put my helmet back on, and before I could get back on my motorcycle, that's when I saw her coming out.

I watched her from afar, making sure she didn't see me. I didn't want her to think I was following her; that would be too weird.

She was wearing a completely different outfit this time.

Leggings that hugged her body really well, maybe even too well, and some sort of tight sports jacket that accentuated her chest.

An all-black ensemble, probably for working out.

I knew she was beautiful, but I didn't expect her to have such a perfect goddess-like body. That thin layer of fabric covering her body only fueled my imagination of what she looks like without all those clothes.

No, Matt, stop, that's inappropriate. I really need to learn to control myself; this girl brings out aspects of my personality that I didn't even know existed.

She stood there for a moment, staring at her phone as if she was waiting for something.

Maybe this was my moment, the perfect opportunity to go up to her and ask for her number.

I could make her believe that I just happened to be passing by and that it was a coincidence that we crossed paths here?

No, that's stupid. Why on earth would I hang around here in front of her apartment complex after work? It doesn't make any sense; she'll immediately know that I came here to see her.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when I saw her greet a guy, he was tall, brunette, and quite muscular.

Who the fuck is this guy now?

They seemed close; she hugged him, and her body language changed the moment he arrived.

Does she like him?

Come on, y/n, you're not going to fall for this musclehead. I'm sure this guy doesn't even know the difference between a thriller and a horror novel. You deserve better than that, you deserve me.

I watched them from afar, wishing I could be closer to hear what they were saying.

Meanwhile, she seemed to be smiling at every word he said. Is that really your type of guy, y/n? And what about us? It started so well; I can't let him ruin our story. I have to do something.

They started walking, and I panicked.

What do I do? Do I follow them? Damn it.

Without further thought, I took off my helmet and followed them from a distance.

They walked for about fifteen minutes before stopping in front of what seemed to be a gym.

Interesting, but I don't understand the need for such large windows for a supposed gym.

It seems more like a place for egotistical people who want to show passersby that they have a better lifestyle.

Is that really what you aspire to, y/n? It can't be your kind of thing; I refuse to believe you're one of those self-centered people. You're far too kind and humble for that.

It's probably that big lump of muscle who brought you here, yet another sign that he's not right for you. He doesn't even know you; it's ridiculous.

I stayed there, sitting on a bench on the other side of the street, trying not to attract attention.

I watched them participate in what seemed to be a partner yoga class, and of course, she paired up with him.

I couldn't help but feel this growing hatred towards him; it should have been me in his place.

It should have been me supporting her legs during certain exercises, it should have been me she was talking to about her day or whatever else, it should have been my hands on her body right now. Fuck.

It displeased me to see that, but for some reason I couldn't help but watch them.

I need to learn more about this guy's intentions regarding my y/n. Who's to say he's not some completely crazy guy planning to hurt her or even use her?

When their yoga class came to an end, I quickly got up to reach my bike before they noticed me.

But unfortunately, while crossing the street, y/n must have seen me because I heard her from afar calling my name.

"Shit," I whispered to myself, stopping in my tracks before turning around to see her running towards me.

"Hey!" she said, a little out of breath as she reached me.

"Hi," I said, smiling nervously.

"I didn't expect to see you here, what are you doing here, are you following me or something?" she said, laughing.

Fuck, what am I going to say to her?

Before I could say anything, she started talking again.

"No, I'm kidding," she said, laughing and giving me a playful shove on the shoulder.

I nervously chuckled.

"You're coming back from exercising, I see," I said, trying not to appear too suspicious.

"Yeah, sorry, I'm all sweaty because of yoga, who would have thought!" she began, still laughing.

If only she knew how much her laughter is like music to my ears; this woman is simply radiant.

"Anyway, it was my first time there; it's my friend Caleb who got me into it," she said, pointing to him before gesturing for him to join us.

No, please y/n, don't make him come over here.

"Hey!" he said, with a smirk, as he reached us.

I simply nodded in greeting.

"Caleb, let me introduce you to Matt, my friend from the bookstore, remember I talked to you about him," she said.

She talked to him about me? So, she also thought about me in the meantime. I knew there was something between us.

"And Matt, let me introduce you to Caleb; he's a good friend of mine from middle school," she said this time, smiling.

"Oh, cool, that's nice," I replied with a weak smile.

"Yeah, but she wasn't this tall back in middle school; I remember we used to call her 'mini monster,'" Caleb said, laughing.

"Hey, stop!" she said, laughing and pushing him.

"Anyway, are you planning to get into sports too, man? You could really use it," he said arrogantly.

"Caleb," y/n said, giving him a more serious look this time.

"What? I'm just asking," he shrugged.

"No, I didn't come here to do sports, actually; I just happened to be around; I needed to buy something for my bike, man," I said, emphasizing the word "man" ironically.

And his expression quickly changed; he understood at that moment that I wasn't the kind of person to be walked all over, and it probably didn't sit well with him because he knew he had real competition now.

"Okay! Great, Caleb, we'll see each other later this week as usual," y/n said, cutting us off from our staring contest.

"Yeah, see you later this week, as usual," he said, not taking his eyes off me before turning around and leaving.

y/n and I started walking in the opposite direction.

"I'm sorry about that; it's just..." she paused to sigh, "I swear he's not an asshole; he's really great once you get to know him," she said, biting her lip.

And you're the type to see the good in everyone, aren't you? But do you have any flaws, y/n?

"No worries, it's nothing," I said, smiling.

"Didn't you find what you needed?" she asked me.

"What?" I asked, looking confused.

"For your bike, you said you came to get something for your bike, but your hands are empty," she said, laughing.

"Oh, uh, no, I didn't find what I needed, but it's not a big deal; at least I got to run into a good friend," I said, smiling.

"Are you talking about Caleb?" she said, laughing.

"Okay, yeah, keep teasing me; you're really not funny at all," I said, rolling my eyes, and she continued to laugh.

Unintentionally, I let out a small chuckle seeing her bent over laughing.

"But you're laughing right now," she said, pointing at me and raising her eyebrows.

"No, not at all," I said, shaking my head.

"Yes, yes, yes, look at you, you're holding back; I know you're dying to laugh, come on, let it all out," she said, grabbing both my arms and laughing.

"Y/n, if I may say so, you're completely crazy," I said, laughing along.

"Hey, I won't allow that," she said, pretending to be offended.

We continued chatting about this and that until we reached her place.

"Um, but I said I'd walk you back to your bike; I don't mind walking a bit more," she said when I stopped in front of her apartment complex.

"Oh no, don't worry, I'm parked nearby," I said, smiling.

"Oh... so this is where our little walk ends?" she said again in that softer tone.

Why is she doing this? Why is she changing her tone like that? It makes me want to kiss her. Is that what she wants me to do?

"Unfortunately, yes," I told her, looking into her eyes.

"Well, luckily we're seeing each other again tomorrow then," she said, smiling, and I smiled foolishly in return.

"Not that I enjoy spending time with you, don't get me wrong; I just really like motorcycle rides," she said in a haughty tone, laughing.

"Yeah, that must be it," I said, shaking my head.

"I also really like bikers, well, one in particular," she said, looking at me, and I felt the stress building up.

I felt like an idiot in front of her; she was clearly making advances, and I didn't even know how to respond, even though that's what I wanted the most.

"I forgot to ask for your number last time; do you think it's too late to ask for it now?" I said nervously.

"It's never too late for anything, Matt," she said, smiling before taking out her phone.

We exchanged numbers, laughing like teenagers.

"Well, I think I should head back; I'm still covered in sweat, and I'm dying to take a shower," she said, laughing.

"I won't keep you any longer then," I said, smiling.

We looked at each other for a moment without saying anything before she decided to break the silence.

"Bye, Matt," she said, leaning in to kiss me on the cheek.

"Bye, y/n," I replied, dying to kiss her.

She turned around and went back home.

I stood frozen there and ran my hand over the cheek she had just kissed.

Her lips so soft against my skin.

I won't let anything come between us, y/n, know that from today you're mine, and I'll do everything in my power to have you.

Even if it means removing Caleb from the equation...

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Halo!! Can I request a yuken x sachios's bestfriend? Where yuken really likes the reader and tries to make her notice but the reader is oblivious, so yuken had enough and confessed to her! Thank youu!! I love your works so much! ♡♡

a/n: hi!!! thank you for requesting! this was spontaneous and i hope you like it! and also thank you so much for loving my works, that means a lot!❤️

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[11:23am]

—t/w: kissing, harsh words

to have a complete, supportive, and rich family is a biggest blessing, you always thought. and that is not something you're blessed with.

luckily for you, god have sent sachio as your best friend as a redemption to it.

you met him in middle school as a classmate until one day you helped a little girl crying on the side of the road who turns out to be his sister, you two become a best friend.

you know from the deepest part of your heart, he's one of the people that you're going to keep forever. he's just too good to be true as a best friend—or even as a human in general. you won't forget that day when he offered you to live in his big big house because your work is nearer from his place than yours. so that you can walk everyday and save up more money to give to your parents.

little did you know, he also feel very grateful to have you as his people. you know who he is and never be judgmental about it even though you never understand a bit. he is the reserved type of person yet so many burden on his shoulder and you never hesitate to lend yours whenever he needed without adding more pressure to him.

both of you just so thankful to have each other and always keep things below the limit so the relationship is stable to say at least.

living in his house is such a grace because the amount of working maid here is enough to make you only minding your own business. and that time when his friends visiting is the only time you were out of your room because the maids won't complain when you're helping at this particular moment. at least, you have to serve the guests, right?

the more you socialize with them, the more they feel like a friend to you too. especially that one friend, who visit more frequent lately, yuken. like you know him enough to say that he is a good guy although his cocky attitude often inviting an eye roll from you. but seriously though, they usually come in a horde, but why this odajima yuken come by himself for two weeks in a row now?

“is there a problem?” you ask bluntly as you put a welcome drink on to the table.

yuken staring at you for a few seconds before taking the drink calmly. the eye contact lingers.

“yes.”

“really? but sachio haven't home since yesterday. is that something serious?”

“you sounds like his mom.” he chuckled.

“no, i'm not.”

“yes, you are.”

you frowned. his tone shouldn't be sounds so playful in such a precarious situation, right?

“you better call him, yuken.”

“i can take care myself.”

“huh? then go? why are you still here?”

“did you just throw me out? this isn't even your house tho?”

ouch.

he is always like this. annoying, cocky, even flirty, and overall a menace. you still trying to get used to it as his attractiveness keep making you forgetting it. you do admit he is damn attractive—like, annoyingly attractive.

you inhaled deeply before got up. “just call sachio. i'm sorry i can't be here with you now, need to take care a couple thing,”

he rests his back on the sofa. heart thumping like crazy contrary with his demeanor and smirk on his lips.

“the problem is here, sweetheart.”

oh, you wonder does he always did this to other people? this is not the first time you heard this from him but you aren't familiar with pet names so it is always make you feel something.

“what do you mean? am i the problem?”

“you are.”

huh?

“i heard you doing an amazing job at work,” he scoffs. “but why not this one?”

you came back to the sofa and sat closer to him this time. confusion and anger etched across your forehead. “what are you trying to say?”

“did you receive the daisies? the coffees? the bento? the—”

“wait what?”

yuken let out a soft giggle seeing your face processing everything these past few weeks.

“so those were for me?”

“who else?”

“and—FROM YOU?”

“who else?”

“oh.”

shame on you, girl. really. you thought it was for the company by using your name as the receiver. so you gave most of them to your co-worker.

“is it enough for me to call you stupid?” yuken grins while take your chin up to met his eye.

you really want to punch the shit out of him but that is just your cheap way to get away from this embarrassing situation and that's not nice at all.

you sighed and trying to back away but his fingers was faster to catch you up, no other option for you except to move closer, making his face is just inches away from yours.

“yuken—”

“shhh. i don't think you got the point, blossom.” his thumb caresses your cheek like it's the only thing they do. feels so familiar and comforting.

but shit. what is he talking about?

“huh?” you murmur while your eyes wandering his face like the answer is hidden there. the second your eyes laid on his forehead, you catch a small dried leaf hanging on his hair, causing your hand to reach for it in a blink.

“where were you—why is it so dirty?” you said absentmindedly.

yuken stared intently before laugh it off to hide the racing blood inside him. he put his head on your shoulder while still laughing and now your blood turn to race to your cheeks while feeling his warm breath fanning your neck.

your body freeze as realizing this is the closest distance you ever get with yuken—even a guy. you do lend each other shoulder with sachio sometimes. but not in this face-to-face position even after he grabbed your chin twice. this is too intimate and you can barely breath.

“w-why are you laughing?”

“are you always this oblivious? like are you trapped into a spell or something?”

“i'm not—”

“i think i know why,” he adjust his position and take your hand in his. “i only do this to you, stupid. do you think it's such a habit for me to send everyone those things at work? no, right? do you see me as someone like that?”

you shook your head.

“that's right. so what is the reason?” he waits to let you think, to stop denying the thoughts you have in mind since almost two months ago, to stop feeling afraid of affection you may receive, to stop arguing with the voice in your head.

your grip in his hand got tighter as you found honesty and sincerity in his eyes that don't usually sparkling.

you nod twice. “i just stopped denying.” you say innocently and yuken can't help but ruffled your hair.

“ah, how cute.” he chuckling.

“but is it true—i mean, why? how?”

he clears his throat shakily. “it is true. i just can't resist everything i feel for you these past few months. the more i see you whenever i'm here makes it harder everytime to go without stealing you with me. you're just… i don't know. i like everything in you.”

you watch his lips move effortlessly for every word he said. he was just being spontaneous and you can see that. it was still genuine though, you can feel it. it is the first time you see him on his nerves while shaking subtly.

“thank you.” you say.

his eyebrow rise in unison. “what do you mean by thank you?”

“for everything you feel about me and everything you gave? it's more—”

“and?” he cuts, impatient.

“you don't accept rejection, do you?” you laugh.

“you're right, i don't. it's the first time i feel this kind of feeling and emotion—i even let those bald jerks making fun of me when i come—”

you decided to shut his ramble with your own mouth. it was just a peck but then his hand placed on your nape to pull you closer. he tilt his head for a better access and his lips hugging yours just perfect. your hands squeezing his shoulder as the heat escalated in your body. a knot forming in your stomach when he refused to pull away.

“i-i can't breath.” you say when you finally manage to broke the kiss and both of your forehead still stick together.

he’s breathing heavily, eyes still glued on you. “does that mean we are…?”

“yes.” you say confidently. succeed to let your first guard down. “we're dating.” you cringed a bit.

a mischievous smile appear in his lips. “oh? i was about to ask you are we going to get married?”

“huh?”

“huh?”

“yuken, are you serious?”

“no.” he grins. you were ready to throw hands but he held it back first then closing the gap between you again. he even take off his glasses this time.

“you know why sachio not here since yesterday?”

“no.”

“because i told him not to.”

you gasp. “how dare you?”

“he even advised his sister to stay at her friend's house today.” oh, that cocky tone again. “guess i'm the boss now. thanks to you.”

“god, so they know?”

“everyone are already know about my feelings, silly. you were the only one who oblivious.”

“oh? i'm sorry. let me make it up.”

“how?”

“is this enough?” you kiss him again and pull away a few second later, deciding to let your mischief side arise since you were also wanting to do that for a long time now.

“no.” he kisses you, deeper this time.

“yuken, that's enough.” sachio's low voice echoed causing you to push away your-new-boyfriend and his back meet the end of the sofa roughly.

yuken squeaks loudly. “fuck you sachio. i just got abused in the first ten minutes of my relationship.”

[dunmeshistash]

I can’t find it now, but you had a post about Kabru being high-masking, and you said you didn’t think he was, which is completely fair! I had a different opinion as someone who is high-masking AuDHD and wanted to share (but of course now I can’t find the post 9_9)

Personally, I read Kabru as being high masking autistic, with one critical difference between us: he’s an extrovert. I’m actually more like Milsiril than Kabru - I collect/make dolls, I’d rather be at home than anywhere else, I’ve been called creepy and weird and gloomy for all of those things, but I also learned how to mask relatively early on, so most people don’t ever get to see that side of me. For me it’s a lot of work and energy- most of the time. If I’m around people I like, it’s less so, but people in general take a lot of my energy. Kabru, on the other hand, is very extroverted. He gets a lot of energy from interacting with people, and for the most part his personality and interests are acceptable to the society he lives in. BUT his interest in dissecting people’s motivations and how they communicate and interact and how to move them in the direction he wants them to go, that’s considered overly intense and creepy even by his party. Kabru keeps a lot of his thoughts and honest reactions internal because he’s aware of how people interact and what is or isn’t acceptable. I do the same thing, and I engage in a fair bit of “manipulation” (neutral) as part of my masking - I know that asking people for advice, showing interest in their lives, complaining together about things, etc, will cause them to view me more favorably and I use that to keep myself “safe”, along with basically never talking about my interests. I’m friendly and open and helpful and I almost never fight back against anything, so people “like” me. It’s not all *fake*, but it’s not the whole truth either. I’d rather not engage in conversation at all, because I can’t talk honestly about my interests without being considered creepy- but if Kabru’s special interest is people and how they interact, to some degree he can talk about his interests without it seeming weird.

Anyways, that’s my perspective :D also thank you for being a Milsiril defender, it’s… really painful to see people calling her manipulative and superior. I know a lot of it is bc ppl DO NOT understand anyone who likes dolls as an adult but like….. liking dolls has less than nothing to do with “needing to feel superior” or in control -_-

Hello!! I collect dolls too!!! Proud to be nº1 Milsiril defender.

That's an interesting perspective! As far as I understand (I'm autistic too so I don't have personal experience to how allistic people work) everyone does some amount of masking, as in everyone has a version of themselves they use to interact with others and that "mask" usually falls when you're with people who know and understand you better

As I understand that type of mask is expected in society? Like you wont act at work the same way you do with your college friends (usually). But as some tumblr post said "we are the mask and the wearer" as in those masks are still a part of who they are.

That's why I said I didn't think Kabru was high masking, I hadn't heard that term before so I was confused

Maybe I don't fully get it but keeping some parts of yourself inside and not expressing it to people who wont understand is common among allistic and autistic people but masking is this but in a way more stressful way? Since you aren't just hiding facets of who you are you're making an active effort to hide the whole thing basically.

Kabru's mask seems to come easily to him and it doesn't seem like he makes an conscious effort to go against his nature to hide who he is that's why I said he probably doesn't do high masking in that sense. But in another sense he IS highly adaptable to the people around him and studies how people act so I understand that perspective! It's more of a personal interpretation tbh.