#is it wrong to say this actually made me happy?

[no1blacksapphirefan]

Hello there! I love the work you do and hope that you have a great day! My request is for your Self-Aware Cookie Run au.

The reader somehow is transported into the game, meaning they can finally interact with everyone. There is just one drawback, their body is now a replica of the cookie that appears in the guild domain. (Ex: They chose Shadow Milk in the guild domain and now they have the same body as him.) I imagine some cookies have fun with this, using it as opportunity to pull some pranks or maybe even tease them a bit if the cookie the reader chose was their favorite. Maybe even try on costumes that were made for that cookie?

Also I would like Red Velvet and Capsaicin to be included in this ask please?

Hihii!! I hope you're having a good day too :D Glad you like my work hehe, your idea is very silly and I hope you enjoy

Red Velvet He was just looking for his cute lil cake hounds and now he's face to face with...himself?? Huh, when did this happen...AND WHY DOES HIS CAKE HOUNDS LIKE THIS CLONE OF HIM MORE?? He gently asks them to come back, what if you're some evil entity that can change form!! He can't let them be hur-...what's that Chiffon?...Wait what-

You're not sure how he understood the dog, if he actually did and it was just a "cooler"/funnier way to show that he knows but he points at you and questions if your truly their so called "God" Wow that's weird to hear out of someones mouth, you didn't know the cookies saw you as their God? You think? All you had to do was say you're name and he just stands there in shock. He wanted to meet you but like this??...Wow...And you look like him too...he gets a bit flustered when you explain why you look like him, due to the guild. But he's also happy, and Chiffon and the other Cake Hounds like you so, win-win?

Capsaicin He got so confused at first, looking you up and down. You know that TV trope where the character acts like it's a mirror? Holding up one arm and the "clone" (in this case you) holds up the other. I see him doing that. He has a feeling he knows you, and not the fact that it's just...well him staring back. But he feels like your just a separate person.

When you tell him he's so happy, quickly hugging you tight. He wanted to meet you for so long!! He does question why you look like him, so you explain that you seem to just be a "copy" of whoever you had as your avatar in guild. Oh he's so honoured, out of all the cookies you chose him to be and walk around in, in your guild? Definitely tries to convince you to pull some pranks on the others.

Shadow Milk Imagine your dressed as the Sage of Truth though. Like he's walking around, humming to himself then he suddenly sees an alternate version of himself. What?? How, is he dreaming? Must be an illusion, he flies over and pokes you, just to see if you're real before pinching himself...so you're real and he's not dreaming, then why is he--

When you spoke out to him he came to realise who you were, let's just say your voice stayed the same. He...isn't sure what to think. Like, don't get me wrong, he loves seeing you here now and to think that you chose him to, in better words. Represent yourself in your guild is making him feel butterflies but...he's staring at this version of himself, this version who had accepted what he had not...it was strange and he didn’t know what to think. It takes him a bit to get used too, he still wants to hang around you but it may take a bit to ignore the fact you looked like what he could’ve been in another universe.

((He defo convinces you to pull pranks on other cookies though))

Pure Vanilla Oh? Oh my, he stares at you for a bit, he had thought he heard your voice when he was taking a walk but now he just sees himself. Calmly picking up flowers. When this version of him turns around and spots him, you nearly had a heart attack, you didn't think you'd meet him. You quickly explain and all he can do is laugh gently, lending a hand out and asks if you'd walk with him.

This is quite the discovery though, he always wanted to meet you in "person" (...cookieson?) and imagined either him getting out of the screen or seeing you as a cookie like they were, but you were just a clone of him in better terms. He's very happy to hear the reason seemed to be that you used him to represent yourself in your little guild. He's so honoured.

Black Pearl Hear me out, just like Shadow Milk. Instead of looking like Black Pearl, you looked like White Pearl. Her more...tranquil side, when she was happier. You just wanted to test out swimming, it's a new body after all and one that can swim when you were grabbed by her. At first she thought you were disturbing the tranquil of her seas but then she sees...her past self? She grows...disturbed seeing it and lets you go.

You try to tell her who you are, which she does listen but she can't help but flee quickly. Out of all the cookie you had to be when you came here, did it have to be her? She comes finds you eventually, despite her initial reaction, she's quick to help you swim around. She still feels...off seeing her past self but she knows it's not her. That "her" has long gone. It's only you know, and to be honest. She is honoured you had used her to represent yourself in the guild.

[wosospacegirl]

what was Y/Ns reaction to Kika’s injury?

Spain vs Portugal, warm-up friendly before the Euros.

Y/n is locked in, game face on, jaw clenched, jawline doing the most. She's been chirping at Kika all game in that low grumbly way, and Kika's been smiling at her like it's a sweetheart every time.

Y/n swears she wasn’t watching Kika every time the ball came near her. She swears.

Except she was.

Every single time. Watching her like she’s made of glass and joy and something only Y/n is allowed to look at that way.

And then it happens. Mid-run, Kika goes down. One of those weird, non-contact falls that immediately feels wrong.

Y/n is on the opposite side of the field, and it’s like time stops. Her fists clench, nails digging into her palm through her gloves. She’s just waiting.

Willing her to get back up.

But she doesn’t.

Alexia is on her side, watching the scene with a deeply concerned look on her face.

When you've been in football for a long time, you just know when an injury is bad.

And right now, it looked very bad.

There’s a crowd forming around her--Portuguese teammates bending over, calling for the physios, refs rushing over--and Y/N?

She’s already moving. Not walking. Not jogging. Trotting.

“Back off, number 14!” the ref yells, trying to intercept her. But Y/n’s got that 'try me' face on, jaw tight, brows low. She doesn’t even look at the ref.

“That’s my--” she almost says girlfriend, but she swallows it. “I just need to see her. One second. One.”

Nobody’s letting her through, and one of the Portuguese defenders--probably someone Kika grew up playing with--puts a hand on Y/n’s shoulder.

“Calma,” she said. “Let them check her.”

“Don’t tell me to calm down,” Y/n snaps, and for a second, it looks like she might actually swing.

But then she sees Kika lift her hand to her face, wiping away tears, and her whole body softens instantly.

“Is she okay?” Y/n asks, voice suddenly so quiet you wouldn’t even think it’s her. "Why is nobody checking on her?!"

She doesn’t even care; she’s still in the Spain kit, standing in a crowd of rival players.

And then Kika’s being helped up slowly, but her face is pale, her knee already swelling.

One of her teammates whispers something, and Kika nods, tear-streaked but trying to be brave.

When their eyes finally meet, Kika gives Y/n a tiny smile--wobbly and brave, but still sweet.

And that’s it. Y/n bites down so hard on her lip that she nearly draws blood.

“I’m going with her,” she mutters, daring anyone to stop her. There were just five minutes of the game left, and they could put another player in her place.

The staff tries to shoo her off, but Kika just reaches for her without words.

Later, once the stadium noise fades and Kika’s sitting in the locker room, leg iced and heart heavy, Y/n crouches in front of her, still in full kit, still breathing a little too hard.

She felt weird, being in the Portuguese team locker room, but again...it didn't matter,

“You scared the shit out of me,” Y/n says, voice raw, resting her forehead gently against Kika’s knee. “Don’t do that again.”

“I’ll try, grumpy.”

Y/n doesn’t even correct her. Doesn’t scowl. Doesn’t say anything. She just closes her eyes and breathes her in. Then she hears it. A shaky little exhale.

The kind someone makes when they’re trying really hard not to cry. Y/n blinks, head lifting just slightly from Kika’s leg.

Kika’s lips are quirked in that same soft smile--but her eyes are wet.

“I won’t get to try again,” she murmurs, voice so quiet it could vanish into the hum of the vents, “for like… six months.”

And Y/n just stares at her. The ache in her chest is foreign. Panicky. Like her body doesn’t know how to carry the weight of Kika being the sad one.

“I’m sorry, amor”, Y/n says quickly, like it might undo the world. “ Kikinha. I’m sorry.”

Kika shrugs, small. “It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not.” Y/n reaches up this time, hands carefully wrapping around Kika’s calf like she’s something breakable. “You looked so happy out there.”

“I was,” Kika says, and a single tear slips down her cheek.

Y/n doesn’t wipe it away. She doesn’t say a word.

She just lowers her head again, this time resting it sideways on Kika’s lap. Face turned toward her, forehead pressing gently against the edge of her thigh.

And she stays there. Knees to the ground. Not moving. Not speaking. Just breathing with her. Just hurting with her.

a/n: if this writing sounds silly, is probably because I'm trying to write in the present tense

[obvithe-bestsoph]

meeting his parents. - barca boys (and marc)

summary: how lamine yamal, pablo gavi, pedro gonzalez, pau cubarsi, and hector fort would ask you calm you down when you're nervous before going to spend your first Christmas with his family. a/n: the long awaited 100 follower special! to some people this doesn't seem like many, but to me, i would forever be grateful for just one, so this is a big deal in my mind! i would like to specially thank @nngkay for being around this blog, more or less since the beginning, and @vvssqqz6 for constantly liking and reblogging my posts! thanks to @pedricos for giving me ideas and motivation to write. and thank you to you. for reading this, (hopefully for liking it), and to anyone who has supported my writing in any way in the past! here's to another 100, love, - obvithebestsoph 💕💕 masterlist requests genre: fluff/comfort. warnings: none.

Lamine noticed you nervously adjusting your shirt for the millionth time in the last five minutes, your eyes flicking between the floor and the couch. You hadn’t said anything aloud, but he could sense the tension that’s building up inside you. He knew how important today was for you. Meeting his family for the first time, especially during Christmas, was bound to bring a wave of nervousness over you. You were excited, of course, but you couldn’t shake the anxiety in your stomach either. 

“Hey,” he said softly, elbowing your side to get your attention, “¿qué ocurre (what’s wrong)?” You turn your head to look at him and smile tightly back at him, “Yeah, I’m just… nervous, I guess.” Lamine frowns, “Nervous? About what?” 

You sighed and fixed your hair yet again. “I really want them to like me, Lamine. It’s your family, they’re important to you, so I want them to like me. I don’t want to mess anything up.” Lamine smiles at you reassuringly, slinging an arm around you in a casual fashion. “I promise, they’re going to love you. Mi mamá’s been pestering me to meet you, and Keyne’s hardly scary. You’ll be fine.”

You glance at him from the corner of your eye, raising an eyebrow. “You say that now, but what if I say something awkward or do something weird? What if they don’t think I’m good enough for you?” He just laughed, shaking his head. “You’re not going to mess up. You’re perfect as you are.” He smiles more softly now, his dark brown eyes looking into yours, “They’re so excited to meet the person who makes me so happy. You have nothing to worry about.”

His words were gentle, but as they usually do, they carried a confidence that made you feel lighter. Lamine talked about them so fondly, you knew they’d be kind, but the thought of being actually in the same room as them for the first time still made your palms a little sweaty. 

“Besides,” Lamine continues, more playful now, “if you ever feel too nervous, just hang out with Keyne. He gives the best hugs and he’ll happily tell you all about all his soft toys and their names.”

You laughed, “I’m sure I’ll be fine, so long as I don’t embarrass you.” 

Lamine’s face softened once again as he turned your face to look at him. “You could never embarrass me, mi amor. You mean so much to me, and my family knows that, and I’m excited for them to see it in person too.” 

You take a deep breath, feeling the weird tossing of your stomach soothe as the moments pass. Lamine was right, annoyingly, he often is. His family would see how much you both love each other, and they’d understand. There’s nothing to be nervous about.

“You always know how to calm me down,” you whispered, leaning into his side, his body warm, as usual. 

Lamine kissed your forehead. “That’s because I’m always around your anxious ass. I’ve cracked the code on how to make you see sense again.” he snickers, and you playfully slap his arm. 

After a few more moments of laughing, the room goes quiet again and Lamine smiles at you. “Ready to go?” He holds his hand out for you to take as he stands up to leave. You nod and lace your fingers with his, heading towards the front door. 

“Te amo (i love you).” he murmurs as he kisses the top of your head. “Yo también te amo (i love you too).” you smile up at him, and he smiles back.

You were pacing again. Back and forth in front of Pablo’s bed, feeling too restless to sit still. Christmas in Los Palacios. With his family. His parents. His sister.

You froze when you heard a soft laugh behind you. 

“Bebé,” Pablo says, calling your attention as he leans against the doorframe with his arms crossed and a teasing, but soft, smile on his face, “you’re going to wear a hole in the floor. Cálmate.”

You gave him a look, but he was already walking towards you, his presence alone making the nerves calm slightly. “I’m freaking out, Pablo,” you said, the words coming out faster than your normal tone. “What if they don’t like me? What if I say something weird or-” “-trip over something? Spill wine on mi mamá’s couch? Bring a dish with ingredients that someone’s allergic to?” he offers, raising an eyebrow with that stupid, teasing smile still on his face. 

You groaned and slapped his chest. “You’re not helping!”

Pablo laughs, pulling you into his arms. His arms slide around your waist like they have done a million times before, like that’s his favourite place for them to be, and maybe, it is. “I am helping. I’m making you realise how silly it sounds.”

You sigh, resting your forehead against his chest, the steady beat of his heart against your ear. “I just… I want them to like me. I mean, they’re your parents. This is kind of a big deal.” 

“They’re going to like you.” he said firmly, and when you looked up, he was already looking down at you with those big, perfect eyes of his. “They’re going to love you, actually. Because I do.”

Your breath hitched ever so slightly at the way he said it, so very certainly. Like it was the most obvious and natural thing in the world. “You do?” He rolled his eyes with a grin. “Of course I do. Do you really think I’d take any girl home for Christmas? Mi mamá might cry. She’s a crier. Mi papá will pretend he’s chill, but he’s probably going to ask about your entire life story 10 minutes after you meet him. And Aurora? She’ll be happy to have another girl her age-ish around.”

“Dios mío.” you mutter, burying your face in his hoodie. “But they’ll love you,” he said, his voice a little softer now. “Because you make me ridiculously happy. You’re the first person I’ve never been nervous to bring home.” Your heart squeezed a little. All your nerves, your doubts, your ‘what-if’s - they didn’t disappear, but they felt quieter, dulled by the way Pablo seemed so confident and the way he held you tight. He made you feel like you already place in his family, even if you hadn’t actually met them yet. 

You wrapped your arms tighter around his waist and then dropped them to your sides in a final squeeze. “Vale, I’m ready.” “Good,” he murmured, kissing your temple. “Because they’ve been ready for you since the second I told them about us.”

You stared blankly at the half packed suitcase on the bed, then at the closet, then back at the suitcase. “This is ridiculous,” you mumbled to yourself, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “I’m just meeting his family. It’s not the end of the world. I shouldn’t be this nervous.”

Still, your heart’s going crazy, and your hands can’t stop fidgeting. You’d packed and then unpacked three times already, trying to find the perfect thing to wear to impress Pedri’s parents. Pedri walked in a moment later, phone still in hand, but his attention almost immediately shifted from the Instagram post he was looking at to you. “You okay?” he asked, his voice calm and even as usual. 

You looked up, giving him a nervous smile. “I feel like I’m going to forget how to speak the moment I meet tu mamá.” He chuckled, tossing his phone onto the bed and walking over to sit beside you, “You’re overthinking, sol (sunshine). My parents are going to love you.”

You give him a fairly sassy look. “You have to say that.” “No,” he said, giving you a sassy look back, and bumping your shoulder gently with his. “I’m saying it because it’s true.”

Pedri took your hand in his, running his thumb slowly over your knuckles. “My mamá’s going to be obsessed with you. She’s been asking about you for weeks. And my papá? He already likes you. He said anyone who can make me this happy and in line must be some sort of saint.” 

You let out a small laugh, despite the nerves. “So I’ll be fine?” “You’ll be perfect.” he grins.

You sighed and leaned your head on his shoulder, grateful for how effortlessly he calms your nerves. “I just… I want them to see how much I care about you. I don’t want to mess it up.”

Pedri turned toward you slightly, his voice quiet and genuine.  “You already show me how much you care every single day. They’re going to see that too. And if they don’t see it in the first five minutes, my mamá will get out the baby photo albums to embarrass me, and, if you pay attention, you’ll be her favourite forever.” You smile into his shoulder. “Tempting. You were a cute ass baby.” He grinned and kissed the top of your head. “Just be yourself. That’s who I love, and that’s who they’ll love, too.” 

Pedri stood up and offered his hand to you. “Vamos, we have a suitcase to pack, a flight to catch, and my mamá made croquetas. If you’re nervous, eat first. That’s her rule for everything.” You laughed and took his hand, butterflies still fluttering, but in a different way now. 

Maybe, just maybe, it would be okay.

You sat curled up on Pau’s bed, knees hugged yo your chest, your suitcase still half-zipped and lying on the floor. Everything was packed. Everything was ready. But you weren’t.

Your mind kept spinning in circles. ‘What if they don’t like me?’ ‘What if I say the wrong thing?’ ‘What if I somehow embarrass Pau or myself in front of his whole family?’

You barely noticed the sound of footsteps before you felt the bed dip beside you. Pau didn’t say anything at first - just sat quietly, his presence calm as always, like he knew you needed a minute or two. 

Finally, you glanced at him. “Is it obvious I’m lowkey freaking out?” He smiled gently, his green eyes warm and soft. “A little. But only because I know you.” You groaned and hid your face behind your knees, “I’m sorry. I know this is supposed to be exciting, and it is, I promise. I just… I don’t know. Meeting your parents feels like a really big deal.” 

Pau nodded slowly, taking his time to respond. “It is a big deal. But that doesn’t mean it has to be scary.” You looked up at him, your brows furrowed. “Aren’t you nervous?” He shook his head, and then reached for one of your hands, his fingers wrapping tightly around yours. “No. Because I know them, and I know you. And I know how much they’re going to like you.” 

You let out a shaky breath. “What if I say something weird? What if I don’t say enough? What if tu mamá thinks I’m too quiet? Or what if tu papá-” “Hey,” Pay cuts you off gently, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand. “It’s okay to be nervous. But you don’t have to be perfect. You just have to be yourself. My parents… they’re kind people. They’re not going to judge you. They’re excited to finally meet the girl I’ve been talking about for months.” 

A small smile makes its way onto your face. “You’ve been talking about me?” He smiled, his own cheeks going a little pink. “Kind of a lot.”

That made you laugh, and Pau laughed too, a little shyly, his eyes crinkling at the corners nonetheless. “Mi mamá’s probably already made ten different things to eat just because she doesn’t know what you like. She’s going to spoil you. And mi papá… he’s quieter, like you and me, but he’ll ask about football or something to bond with you.”

You look down at your joined hands, then up at Pau again. “I really want to make a good impression.” “You will,” he said simply. “Trust me.”

And the way he looked at you right then - so sure, so confident, so proud - you started to believe him. 

You squeezed his hand, another smile forming on your lips. “Okay, let’s go then.”

Pau smiled back, standing up and offering you his hand to help you up off the bed. “You’ve got this. And if anything gets weird, I’ll fake an emergency and drive us back.”

You laughed. “Deal.”

You were sitting on the edge of the couch, nervously twisting the strap of your bag in your hands. Your suitcase packed, coat hanging by the door, and Marc had already triple checked the passports and plane tickets. Everything was ready for the flight back to Barcelona… except for your nerves. 

Marc popped his head in from the hallway, grinning like he did, cheeks slightly pink from the cold air outside. “You ready?”

You hesitated. “Almost.”

He paused, then walked over, his smile softening when he saw the way you were chewing your bottom lip. “You’re nervous.” You sighed, leaning back on your hands. “Is it that obvious?” Marc sat down beside you, pulling you closer to him. “You’re usually the confident one between us. I’ve never seen you sit this still.” 

You let out a quiet laugh, then groaned. “I just… I want to make a good impression. I mean, it’s your family. What if they think I’m not good enough for their son or something? What if they don’t even like me?!”

Marc turned to face you fully, his expression serious, but soft. “Hey. Cállate, idiota (shut up, idiot). You’re overthinking this. First of all, that’s not even possible. And second, they’re not trying to like you. They already do. I’ve told them all about you. About how kind you are. How funny you are. How you’ve got this really annoying habit of stealing my hoodies and acting like it’s yours-”

You playfully smacked his arm, but he grabbed your hand before you could pull it back, lacing his fingers with yours. “I’m serious,” he said, voice quieter now. “They’re excited. Mi mamá’s been texting me asking what kind of snack you like, and mi papá’s already made a list of places to show you in Granollers. You don’t have to prove anything to them.” 

You blinked, taken aback by how certain he was. How calm. How much he believed in you. “You don’t think I’ll say or do something dumb?” Marc chuckled. “If you do, they’ll probably just think it’s funny. Like I do.” That made you smile, your nerves softening just a bit. Leaning your head on his shoulder, you let yourself breathe for the first time all morning. “Okay, I’m ready now. I think.”

Marc pressed a kiss to the top of your head, holding you there for a moment. “Good. Because mi hermana’s already threatened to disown me if I don’t bring you home soon.” 

You laughed again, the tension finally beginning to ease. “How nice of her,” you reply sarcastically. 

He grinned and then stood up. “Vamos. You’re about to be the favourite in the family, and I’m not even mad about it.”

You took his hand, heart still fluttering - but this time, it wasn’t from nerves. It was from the way he looked at you, with nothing but love.

“Okay, lowkey, what if your mamá hates me?” You asked the question halfway through putting on your jacket, frozen in place with one arm through the sleeve. Ferran looked up from where he was zipping up the duffel bag by the door, eyebrows raised, clearly not expecting that level so suddenly. 

“Hates you?” he repeated, blinking like you’d said something in another language. “What are you talking about?”

You let your arm flop uselessly out of the jacket and sat down on the bed, letting out a long digh. “I don’t know, Ferran. She’s your mamá. She probably has, like, sky-high expectations and perfect Valencian princess ideas of the girl her only son’s supposed to bring home. What if I disappoint her?”

Ferran stared at you for another few seconds, before slowly standing upright and crossing the room towards you, trying, and failing, not to laugh. 

“Valencian princess ideas?” he repeated, amused. “Do you hear yourself?”

You groaned and fell back on the bed, arms splayed out dramatically. “I’m serious.”

He climbed onto the bed next to you, propping himself up on one elbow as looked down at you. “Vale, escúchame, reina (okay, listen to me, queen). My mamá isn’t scary. She’s just a mamá. And she’s going to love you.”

You cracked an eye open. “You’re just saying that because you love me.”

“Exactly,” he said, kissing your cheek, “and soon, she’s gonna see that too.”

You turn to face him fully, propping your chin on your hand. “What if I talk too fast? Or sat something dumb in front of your papá? Or like… accidentally curse during dinner?” Ferran laughed again, then leaned in until your noses were almost touching. “Then you’ll fit right in.” That made you smile, despite the nervousness still bubbling in your stomach. 

He reached over to brush a piece of hair behind your ear, his voice gentler now. “You’ve got nothing to prove. You being you? That’s all they want. My sister’s already excited to meet you. My mamá’s probably baking something right now just because I told her your favourite dessert.” Your heart smiled. “You told her that?”

“Of course I did,” he said, as if it were obvious. “You think I’m not bragging about you every chance I get?”

You roll your eyes but the felt starts to ebb away.

He leaned in slightly, giving you a soft kiss. “Vamos. I’m excited.” You laugh and get up, resuming putting on your jacket.

You sat at the kitchen island, holding a mug of hot chocolate that you hadn’t touched in 10 minutes. Your bag was by the door. Your phone was charged. The car had a full tank of petrol. You’re due to leave in five minutes. And yet, you’re still spiraling. 

Across the kitchen, Héctor is humming to himself while getting his last few little bits ready, completely unbothered, like he wasn’t about to bring you home to meet the people who literally raised him. 

“Do you think your mamá and papá will like me?” you asked suddenly, your voice barely louder than a whisper. 

Héctor froze and turned to face you slowly, like he wasn’t sure if you were joking. You weren’t.

“Wait,” he said, wa;king over with a soft, confused smile. “You’re actually nervous?” You looked down at your hot chocolate. “Yeah… like, very.”

He leaned against the counter beside you, gently tugging the mug out of your hands and setting it aside. “You do realise my mamá’s probably already planned some sort of girl’s night for the two of you or something right?” Your head snapped up, “What?”

He chuckled. “Yeah. She’s excited to finally have another girl around. She even said, and I quote, ‘bring that sweet girl of yours around so I can finally meet her properly and feed her well.’ Her words. Not mine.”

You blinked. “That's oddly comforting.”

“She’s a mamá. It’s how she shows love,” Héctor said with a shrug, brushing his fingers over your wrist gently. “And my papá? He’s more reserved, but if you ask him anything about the garden or football, he’ll fall in love with you instantly.”

You let out a soft laugh, the knot in your stomach loosening by a fraction.

“No sé (i don’t know),” you mumbled. “I just… I want to be enough. For them. For you.”

Héctor’s hand immediately found yours, his fingers warm as always. “Oye,” he said, tilting his head so you’d meet his eyes. “You’re already enough. More than enough. You don’t have to try and be anything you’re not.” “But-” “Nope.”

He cut in softly, giving your hand a squeeze. “I’m serious, I wouldn’t be bringing you home if I wasn’t sure - if I didn’t want them to know the person who makes me the happiest.”

Your heart fluttered. 

He leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “You’re not auditioning for anything. You’re just coming home with me. And they’re gonna love you, because you’re you.”

You leaned into his touch, letting out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding. “Vale. Let’s go meet your mamá and see what kind of terrifyingly welcoming night she has planned for me.”

Héctor grinned. “That’s my girl.”

And just like that - your nerves didn’t disappear completely. But they shrank under the warmth of his voice and the certainty in his eyes. With him, it didn’t feel so scary anymore. 

[cosmic-kid-in-motion]

First Date

Wheelchair user!Santiago Garcia x gn!reader

Masterlist : Triple Frontier Masterlist

Summary: You've all but given up on dating apps when you swipe right on the hottest guy you've ever seen

Warnings: Some ablism from the concert venue just in that their accessible seating is really shitty. Reference to Santi being shot. Being in a wheelchair isn't the main plot, the first date is but the limited mobility is a part of things. Just know there no "oh, can I date someone in a wheelchair?" type of thing.

Fake tinder by @quiet-night-sky-writers-blog thanks bb!

Written for my Disability Visibility event! Gotten so many fun responses from the oscar and pedro fandoms!!! thanks so much to every! I will be extending it through MAY because frankly i have a lot I wanna write but alas im in my last few weeks of college and wanna cry!!!! so much papers to write ;-;

I tried my best with this, I am not a wheelchair user and have no close friends unlike other disabilities i've written for so I've consulted people in various internet groups over langauge, and taken what I learned from my disability class I took. Once again, I cant recomend the book disability visibility enough, so many good perspectives on various disabilities! Still, if you use a wheel chair or need mobility aids, and I said something offensive PLEASE LET ME KNOW!

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Tinder fucking sucked.

“Looking for a submissive-” Swipe left.

*Holding up a fish* Swipe left.

*Name: Tyler* LEFT!!!!

Okay so maybe you were a little picky. SO WHAT! You happy single, you didn’t need a relationship… but you did want one. You were just a girl. A girl who did dream of marriage and a family, but only with the right person. So, okay, maybe tinder wasn’t the right place to find a relationship. So maybe you also weren’t opposed to getting some dick or pussy before you found the one. So sue you.

That’s when a profile caught your eye. Handsome. Almost too handsome. Suspiciously handsome, in fact. You meant to swipe left, assuming he was a bot or a scammer or a catfish, but accidentally swiped to see another picture. Him and 5 friends, this one more obvious what you’d missed in the first photo. He was in a wheelchair. This picture looked real, him and friends out on a hike. Kudos to him for not putting the group photo first. You didn’t mind a nice group picture; you liked a friendly person, so having friends was a plus, but if it was their first it seemed like they were hiding something.

You look at his name. Santiago.

All his pictures looked nice, even the candide ones. You liked how wide he smile in the last one. Cute teeth too. You’ve never actually said that about anyone, but there’s always a first. 

“Looking for a nice girl to go to a Metallica show with. No expectations - see where things go. I’m in a wheelchair- but don’t worry- all the right parts still work properly ;)”

That made you laugh, you liked a little playful flirting, as long as they didn’t get out of pocket. A Metallica concert sounded fun… maybe a date and see where things go wouldn’t hurt… if it was just a hookup, then god, what a hookup.

You swiped right, and to your glee it was a match. 

Santiago: Hello!

You: Hi!

Santiago: This is going to sound like a line, but I was really hoping to get a notification I matched with you…

You: Oh yeah, out of the hundred of people you swiped right on?

Santiago: You’re right, the 700th guy holding up a fish was also on my mind

You: Mine too. I guess you’ll do okay though, tee hee

Santiago: My friend Ben set up my profile, tried to convince me to let him put up a fish picture, actually

You: Oh 🤢are you a fish guy?

Santiago: I’m not I swear!! Ben is though. I do go with him sometimes.

You: Well, I suppose we all have our vices. Me, I cry everytime I watch Star Wars III

Santiago: Anakin girlie, are we?

You: Always. That's my sweet baby boy who's never done anything wrong.

Santiago: Well, theres child murder.

You: HE”S JUST A BABY!!! Besides, didn’t we say we all have our vices, fish boy?

Santiago: Fish boy cannot be a nickname, I already have a friend named fish

You: Fine, what cute nickname do I get to call you then?

Santiago: Well, my callsign in black opes was Pope, but if I play my cards right, baby is always a good one.

Santiago: *black opps

You: Black opes. Midwest task force

Santiago: shut up 🥺 I’m just a baby

10 minutes in, you were on your bed giggling and kicking your feet. Santi was funny, talked passionately about his friends, his job, and his love of music. Frankly, he was really endearing. Things between you seemed to flow so effortlessly. You agreed to be his date to Metallica, and planned to get dinner beforehand. While setting up the details, he got somewhat serious.

Santiago: Just to be clear, you do know I’m in a wheelchair right? That picture wasn’t just a one off injury. I can walk a little with my crutches, but not long distances and not super comfortable. Honestly, in most situations I just prefer my wheelchair. I’ve been in it a few years now and it’s me and my wheelchair against the world sometimes.

You’d be lying if the idea of dating someone in a wheelchair hadn’t given you a bit of pause in the beginning. Not that you actually cared, but more that you had 100 questions, questions you couldn’t just ask someone when you first start talking. You were curious, but he was hot and he was nice, so of course you wanted to see where things went.

You: Don’t worry, I figured as much when I saw the pictures. Just let me know how to help when/if you need any help getting around the venue. 

Santiago: Don’t worry, we got great tickets in the probably obstructed view of the accessible section.

Santiago: Holy shit I just saw what Ben put as my intro on tinder. I SWEAR TO GOD I’M NOT LIKE THAT IGNORE THAT I'M NOT A PERVE

The date was planned, and a week later you were panicking about getting ready for the concert. You weren’t sure if you’d dressed right. First dates, you try to dress nicer, but this was Metallica after all. A cutesy dress wasn’t exactly going to cut it. Sexy would have to distract from the fact it wasn’t going to be classy. Jean shorts over black tights, and an old Guns ‘n Roses shirt. Yeah okay you looked good, it’d do.

You two met at an area near the venue. Santi drove, he was able to get a modified SUV. You looked into it, being nosey. It was NOT cheap. He said he did security, didn’t elaborate. Did he own the whole damn company? When you saw a handsome man outside the bar, you knew it was him. 

Santi lit up when he saw you, coming over and extended a hand to shake, which you accept. “Sorry,” He says looking a little sheepish. “Handshakes are such a force of habit to me, guess it’s kind of weird on a first date.”

You can't help but laugh. It was odd seeing a man so hot be so clearly nervous; you should be and are the nervous one. “Don’t worry about it. Lots of handshake deals going on?”

He relaxes, going over to open the door for you with the button. You notice the bars accessibility; wide doors that open with the press of a button, a small metal ramp easing the transition. You also admired how easily Santi moved, the confidence, the grace, like his wheelchair was an extension of himself.

“Well, partially. Owning my own business is half of the reason I’m weirdly formal sometimes. 15 years in the army is another.” Santi went to a table after the bartender greeted him by name, sliding into a spot that didn’t have a chair in it. 

“15 years!” You bawked. “Helluva stint. You didn’t want to go for the full 20 and get all the fancy benefits?”

“Well, I was going to. Getting shot in the spine tends to fuck up some of your plans.” He said it with a little smile, but the mortification hit you dead on. You facepalm into your hands.

“Fuck. I’m sorry.” You can’t look at him, even though he’s laughing.

“No, I’m sorry! I couldn’t resist. Shit, please don’t feel bad!” But he was still laughing. Finally, you peak out through your eyes and laugh too. Santi’s smile was contagious, his full upper teeth on display as he grinned.

“You’re an asshole, you know that?” 

He did. And you were beginning to love him for it. 

You got to the concert not too long before it was supposed to start. Since you had seats, it didn’t matter how early you got there. Santi bought you drinks at the bar and even bought you a tour shirt he saw you eyeing, even though it was -jesus christ $80!??!?!- He didn’t even seem to notice. You’d be lying if you said being on a date with a financially well off man wasn’t at least a little hot. You were an independent woman, you had your own money… but it still was attractive. Most men you had dated were bums, boys who never actually grew up. This was a man.

When you get to the disability accessible seating, you realize Santi was not joking about an obstructed view. The seats were way off to the side, and unless the band was going to be way to the right the whole time, you wouldn’t see them while sitting very much.

“Shit.” Santi mumbles. “I didn’t think they were THIS bad.” 

“It’s okay!” You try to reassure him. “We’re still close, so whenever they're over this way, we’ll be right there! Plus, it’s Metallica. I’m just thrilled to be here.” And you were! With the world’s hottest man on your arms as well. What more could you want?

“No, I just- Jesus.” Santi scrubs his face with his hands a few times, clearly frustrated. “I should’ve just gotten nose bleed seats and tried to walk her on my crutches. I knew, i fucking knew the accessable seating would suck because it always fucking does.” He maneuvers into his spot and you take your seat. “But that shit always hurts after too long. Or tried the general admission but even then if even on group is front of me and my chair I can’t fucking see- there’s no winning.”

Your heart felt for him. He’d told you this was his favorite band, and it made you mad that the venue’s “accessibility” just meant shoving him off to the side. Santiago was a grown man, well enough off, former military, and certainly could hold his own… but you felt protective of him. Not because he was in a wheelchair, but because he was someone you cared about.

“I have a plan. And it’s going to make me look like a dick, but I don’t really care.”

For most of the concert, you stayed where you were, enjoying the show and his company. Sometimes, if he was feeling up to it, since he brought his crutches you’d help his stand if he really loved a song. And yeah, James Hetfeild and other members meandered around the stage, coming awfully close, which was a lot of fun. But when the last song on the setlist came on, Until it Sleeps, you took Santi by hand and went down the ramp. Everyone expected people to push their way to the front in the beginning, not the end.

No one expected a nice girl and a man in a wheelchair to be so… assertive. But for this man? You were. You weren’t going to be a dick and do this at the start of the concert, but for one song at the end, your man deserved to see his favorite band up close, since the venue wanted to be shitty.

A few “scuse me, pardon me”’s and people politely scooted. Many already began leaving to try and beat the concert crowd off the downtown streets. Because of this, you managed to get Santi close, and when people scattered, you and him went right to the gate. You made it in time for the encore and got to listen to Nothing Else Matters with him. The joy on his face as he looked up at the stage was worth it.

*

“That was amazing!” Santi was full of joy, almost giddy energy as you and him walked to the parking garage he was at. You were both in no hurry, knowing the streets would be chaos for a while as everyone left but also just enjoying each other’s company. 

You two went down the street side by side, laughing together as he told a story of some of his army friends. Santi drove you home, as you sat outside your house in his car, you didn’t want the night to end.

Santi looked at you, a soft smile on his face. He was still buzzing from concert energy. “Would I be being weirdly formal again if I asked to kiss you?”

You giggle, but shake your head. “Not at all.”

“Well… can I?”

“Absolutly.”

You both lean in, and Santi tangles his hand into your hair. He kisses like a slut, mouth open, letting you take the lead and submitting to your lips and tongue. He moans too, then pulls away. “Fuck, that was embaressing.”

You grip his curls and pull him in again.

***

Thank you so so much for reading!!!

I'd really appreciate reblogs as i try to rebuild over here, plus it seems im either shadow banned or marked as explicite to some blogs, either way my visibility is decreased.

Still lots of time to enter the event! Would love to see more awesome creations, especially some art! I got one beautiful art piece and would love to see more! Could be a moodboard type thing to, not judge drawings! <3

tagging some people i thought may enjoy @my-secret-shame @winniethewife @missdictatorme @campingwiththecharmings @ivystoryweaver @miraclesabound

[mariamakeslemons]

Wrong Number (Price x GN!Reader)

Your mum sobbed when you refused to use your diploma to further her little "clit measuring contest" with your aunts and uncles. Honestly, you took an untold amount of glee when you announced your new job at the last family gathering. Your cousins looked at you in envy while everyone else looked aghast. After all, you could confidently say you're happy with your job and can comfortably make a living with it too.

"Hey there, Sugar," you croon, staring down at the crossword you had to pass the time. The pervert on the line gasps and whines, quickly too into his own fantasy to even do anything for you.

Of course, working as a sex line operator doesn't do anything for you sexually. It's just a job, one that you're good at, in a shockingly good set up with a company that actually gives a shit. Humming along to the pervert's fantasy, you finally figure out the four letter word for the hint of bisque. Writing it down, you glance at your monitor. The guy's been going on for three minutes already, without any prompting from you. It's almost impressive. Or, it would have been if you didn't know by his voice that he's going to be a fast one.

Low and behold, before the four minute mark, the pervert groans and whines pathetically, before hanging up without another word. You snort, always amused that the idiots calling don't listen to the whole pre-recorded spiel before they get someone on the line.

"I got your number, dumbass," you sing softly, snickering as you send the number to the finance branch. Leaning back, you mull over heading off to lunch and if you should try the new thai place that opened up not too far from here. However, the line goes off again, making you sigh.

"Hey there-" you croon, ready to adjust your little opening, only to jolt when you hear gun fire.

"Of course, th' fucker gives me th' wrong bloody number," an older man growls through the receiver. You blink as more gun fire sounds through the line, before you're up and scrambling. Locking your office door, you head back to your computer to play the loop you made on one of your days off to the security camera and drop down in your chair.

"Sir? Do you need me to call someone?" you offer, pulling up a (maybe illegal) program to start triangulating his position.

"No, I need information and an escape route," the man snaps, sounding a bit further away.

"Sir, please don't hang up," you request, finally finding where he is. A mansion in Malibu, with top-tier security that no one put up right. Hacking into the cameras, you flick through the feeds until you find a man, a soldier, leaning against a door with a phone to his ear while your other monitor shows a group of men pounding on the door.

"On the plus side," you comment, "The guys outside your door are idiots because I count at least three guns, and none of them are grabbing them to shoot." The soldier on the screen freezes as you hear the man's breath stop.

"How do you know?" The soldier demands in time with the man, barely a second delay.

"Oh good, the camera's not delayed," you chirp, grinning as the soldier immediately looks around the room. Clicking your tongue, you tell him, "Up and to your right. I'll even wave." The feed bobs when the soldier looks up, letting you get a really nice look at him.

He's a bit older than you, at least you think he might be. Lines that hide beneath an imperial beard and focused blue eyes, kinda making you weak in the knees despite sitting.

"Who are you?" the man growls.

"I'm the sex operator you called," you answer honestly, "I just happen to be good with electronics too." The way the man's mouth dropped, shock on his face as he stares up at the camera, it's too much. You snicker, even as your fingers fly over the keyboard. A little adjustment in code is more than enough to release the knock out gas in the hall.

"Alright, shove the blanket against the under side of the door," you instruct, "The owner got knock out gas installed through out their house and I'm releasing it in the hall."

"Copy," the man confirms, yanking the blanket off the sofa that's just within arm's reach and pressing it against the bottom of the door. Once that's done, you completely release the gas, watching as within seconds the guards drop.

"Okay, now, what are you looking for?" you ask, figuring you're already in this deep. Might as well go the whole way.

"A laptop," your soldier says, hesitantly stepping away from the door. Once he's sure the door isn't going to suddenly open, he looks around and continues explaining, "Aleksandor Soloveva is in league with the Russian Ultranationalist Party. We have intel that he knows where the leader is."

"Thus, breaking and entering," you can't help but snark, "Gotcha."

"You're a shite stirrer, aren't you?" he asks, a shift in his tone that you've learnt means someone is reluctantly amused.

"You say that like it's a bad thing," you shoot back, running a code that locates all electronics in the room. It dings back, and you tell him, "Check the desk, fourth drawer to the floor. Be careful, because that's a big drawer for a singular laptop."

"Copy," the man repeats, crouching by where you instructed. He pulls out something and presses it to the drawer. Before you can try figuring out what he's doing, he asks, "So, d' you have a name?"

"I happen to like my privacy, thank you," you immediately shoot down, unable to hold back a smile when he chuckles.

"I suppose that's fair," he hums, "I'm Captain Price, do you have a name you can give me?"

"I can give you my drag name," you confess, "It's Nova."

"Nova?" the man asks, finally opening the drawer, "I got the laptop. I can just take this an' leave."

"You need me to see about an escape route?" you offer, to your own confusion. The man looks back up at the camera and smiles. It reminds you of the quokka you saw in a video from a classmate's trip to Australia.

"I'll take the window," he says, giving you a wink, "Lovely working with you."

"Oh, uh, wait," you stutter, pulling up the finance bill that'll get sent to the owner of the number, "Do you have the personal number of the person who gave you this number?" Captain Price pauses and looks up at the camera, so you explain, "The call went well over five minutes, so double pay is guaranteed, and I'd rather have the asshole who tried to get you killed pay than you or your government." The man blinks before he chuckles.

"Right away," he agrees, giving you a number that you easily change the bill for.

"Alrighty," you chirp before cooing out, "Thanks for calling, Handsome. Don't forget me." The soldier trips, to your delight, as you pull everything back. Wiping up the trial and hiding away what you just spent the past half-hour doing, you finally undo your security feed and unlock the door.

Just in time, as Jill peeks in with a to-go bag.

"I think that's the first time you've locked your door," she teases, handing over a bag with what could only be your lunch.

"What can I say," you joke, "I have a thing for older Brits."

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It's easy enough to forget about that exciting day when so much personal shit is going on. Mum called to demand you quit your job, again. Your youngest cousin snuck into your apartment for a brief escape from your uncle. You've been looking into adopting, although you still aren't sure what yet. Just personal shit.

So, you should be given a pass when a handsome man with an imperial beard and a quokka smile corners you in the grocery store.

"Hello there, Nova," Captain Price purrs, "It's good to know you're a gorgeous as you sound."

[holidayinhell]

Hmm… could I request some forced body modification dialogue prompts, perhaps?

1- For Your Protection

“What did you do to me?”

“Nothing.” 

“This is my body--” “My neck. What did you do?””

“It’s nothing you need to worry about. As long as you don’t try to cross the fence.”

Whumpee’s hands started to shake as he thumbed at the sore lump on the side of his neck. “Wh-what does that mean?”

“Just for once, can you be quiet and listen to what I’m telling you?”

“...sorry…”

Whumper sighs. “No, no. I’m sorry. Listen, Whumps. I want to keep you safe. This is for your protection.”

“I told you already, I’m not gonna leave…”

“I know you won’t.” “So it shouldn’t matter one way or another.”

“What'll happen…?”

“The implant will sever your inner carotid artery.” “In plain English, you’ll die.”

2- Bleach

“The bleach didn’t take. I-I’m sorry, I don’t know what to do…”

Whumper shoots him a deadly glare, clearly annoyed.

“I watched the video. I tried, I really did but-but I think you have to get a special type of bleach for hair.”

“Try it again.”

“Maybe you can get a kit at the drugstore? I think they sell hair dye there…”

“No. Try again.”

“It won’t do anything! And it burns my eyes and scalp.”

“That hideous brown hair of yours is burning my eyes.” “Get back in there. do it right. Don’t come out until it’s perfect.”

3- Modifications

“Nipples, of course. Tongue.” “And what do you think, Whumpee? Bellybutton?”

“A Prince Albert, perhaps?”

“Yes. The largest gauge you can manage up front.” “We’ll work to stretch it out at home.”

“I’m happy to oblige. And I wrote here that you were interested in a tattoo for him, on the forehead, correct?”

“Nah, I’ve actually changed my mind on that one.” “Little fucker is lucky he’s pretty. Didn't wanna ruin the face.”

“I understand completely-- that seems like the right call for this one. But on that note, I’m curious, what are your thoughts on branding? The overall look ends up looking rather natural. I’m sure we could come up with a flattering design, and place it somewhere a bit more inconspicuous. I’m happy to create something custom.”

“I like the way you think." "Hmm hmm--how about the inner thigh? And make it say USED.”

“Haha. That’s great.” “Okay sir, I’ll draw that up and have the proof sent to you by this evening. Drop Whumpee off at 10 am tomorrow, and we will make all the requested modifications.” “Young man. You should be flattered. Not everyone gets an upgrade this… tailored.”

4- Quiet

“Good. You’re awake.”

Whumpee’s eyes snapped open, immediately sensing something was wrong. He stumbled backward, hitting the wall hard. His throat fucking burned.

His lips trembling as he tried to scream—anything.

“Save your breath. I made a few adjustments.”

Whumpee's throat strained, but nothing came out.

“Don’t hurt yourself. I removed the vocal cords.”

He stared, horror etched across his face—why?!

“Because you were quite… well, too vocal. Heh. Thought I’d try something new.”

Whumper stood, brushing off invisible dust. “So yeah: rest up. Drink lots of water. I’ll check up on you in a few hours.”

A smirk. “’Til then, I think I’m going to enjoy the peace and quiet.”

(more whump)

[pompillar]

The Ghouls and Polyam

Now that I've lured some of you in it's time to strap into your favorite seat on the apple bus and listen to some of my rambling! Pretty much just hcs on how the ghouls feel about polyam and who they'd be chill with (cause i'm polyam and i get to make the rules here <3)

Minors steer clear it's a lil spicy in here

Frostheim

Jin - This guy has so many trust issues. I'm pretty sure he'd only be okay if it was Tohma or one of the younger ghouls in his house if he had to share you (def if Tohma is actively part of the relationship with him). He's possesive but he's also very low energy so if they wanna take you out on dates and shit that's fine by him. As long as you come home and cuddle with him in bed at the end of the day. But absolutely no non Frostheim ghouls. He will get pissy as all hell.

Tohma - He's pretty relaxed about it, he'd definitely share with Jin or Alan bc he'd want to be with them too. His love of control means he can call 90% of the shots in this relationship. I think the younger Frostheim ghouls would be okay but he'd only be sharing not actively involved in a relationship with them.

Luca - I think he'd be confused at first. But if you and Kaito both want him he'd be fine. More than fine actually. He's very happy to be with you in general and he already enjoys Kaito's company so it makes sense to him. He might be okay if you wanted to be with Jin and Tohma as well bc he trusts them.

Kaito - He'd be a little hurt at first but with a lengthy explanation and a lot of time and trust building he would be alright. I mean he gets you and Luca? He won't outwardly jump for joy over that but he's very happy to be wanted by both of you. You just have to be extra gentle about trying to involve other partners, he's sensitive. (pretty sure he has rejection sensitivity disorder. which same)

Vagastrom

Alan - Alright so he's actually heard about it before, and yes if it's you and Tohma he's secretly thrilled (man is down bad for his old friend). Tohma is someone who knows him well enough that if he gets too rough or loses himself with you he will be able to intervene and keep you safe. The idea of sharing you with his first years... he's a little iffy on. But if you show him how fun it is to take Leo down a peg he could possibly be persuaded...

Sho - Yes. Just yes, he's a free spirit and dealing with Leo's bs means he's probably been in a few of these relationships b4. Either with Leo or without. Don't get him wrong it's not just the orgies that he enjoys. He is in it for the love too. Sho would be cool with having you and Leo, Alan, Subaru, or even Ren. What can we say the man is versatile. Sharing you is fine, but he'd prefer all the people with you be into each other as well. (same sho same)

Leo - Bastard man. Jealous lil snake. Sho is actually the only one he'd be okay in a threeway relationship with (and you he guesses). He doesn't trust people, he's actually about as bad as Jin. Will actively try to dissuade you from adding partners. No sharing... okay maybe with Cap. You could probably make him see reason bc who isn't drooling over Alan's arms in those rolled up dress shirt sleeves?

Jabberwock

Haru - Now this is a toughie. At first I wanted to be like free love, but there's something about him that makes me think he's a little too guarded for that. If it's you and Towa he's fine. Towa is his favorite ghoul (he's easy enough to handle with gentle persuasion). If it's just a sharing thing or even just a once in a while hook up he'd be okay with Romeo and Rui involved tho.

Towa - No. He is strictly dandelion and Haru only. Haru is his exception to the dandelion only rule he made. Don't try to rope anyone else in if you don't want him to fry them. Now he might be okay if you wanted Zenji to watch you guys tho... or let him watch you with Zenji (Towa is a romantic and so is Zenji so it's okay they understand each other <3)

Ren - Oof, Kaito but hard mode. He needs so much reassurance that it's not just that you need someone else but don't wanna break up with him. He might call you greedy and get pouty. No he will not be sharing you with his housemates. Those guys suck. Now a certain lighthaired burnout with a food truck tho... well let's just say Ren is a lil bicurious about that one...

Sinostra

Taiga - Good luck, really tho, this depends fully on his mood and his memory. If it's romantic no one but Romeo can be with you both. If it's sexual he might be more inclined to let others have a taste. When in a good mood will show you off in the casino, in a bad mood you're stuck in his room with him. If it's really bad he tosses you (literally throws you) at Romeo until he can calm down and be a better version of himself again.

Romeo - Oh boy... you'll get an earful when you first bring it up. Sharing you with someone? Is he not enough? Ridiculous. But with Taiga he might soften up a little. He knows when to take you out of the situation and keep you safe until the bth calms down. 100% puts you in the cage in his auction hall (as paid entertainment) to watch what you two get up to. Could be persuaded to share if it's Rui or Haru every so often.

Ritsu - He is... very confused. This sounds like infidelity to him. After some research and I mean thorough research, he will understand better. He's just not big on the idea of another person involved. What can he say monogamy is more his style. But if it's not a romantic thing and it's all just sex he will write up contracts for whoever you wish to be with and make sure they're followed (and tested and use protection etc etc)

Hotarubi

Subaru - I'm sorry yall this man is a freak under that pretty mask. He'll get down with you, Haku, Zenji, Lyca, Sho. Being loved by you and any of them would make him feel like he's worth something. He craves physical affection bc it feels raw and he knows what he can do. You would never be able to hide anyone you're thinking about from him either. He would be willing to share as long as everyone in your relationship is in agreement. And maybe if he also gets to be shared...

Haku - Free love! Free love! This man has been around (different houses every year) and he's not unaware of polyam. You, Subaru, Zenji, Rui, just about any ghoul he doesn't clearly despise. He'll definitely treat you like the center of the whole thing but he's into it. Don't let him fool you, he's getting off to it almost more than you are. And huge cuddle piles are nice... very warm... happy snake boy

Zenji - Mister romance himself is no stranger to it. Would you like Subaru and Haku to join? That's good by him as long as they consent. (I am ignoring him being incoporeal let me cope) Towa? Sure as long as he's fine with it. He might be a little bothered if you ask be with Jiro too but he does want the best for his little brother. And you doll are the best he's ever seen. He shall endure.

Obscuary

Edward - The man probably invented polyam in a small secluded rural European town. If you tell me he hasn't had sensual blood orgies that last a week before I'm sorry you haven't read the right vampire books. Now that he's feigning the feeble old man shtick tho he probably only wants to share with Rui or Lyca. You do look the best when you're startled by something in the dark of Obscuary. Would probably watch you and Lyca when the wolf boy is in heat and say ah to be young.

Rui - Fuck that curse fuck it to hell and back get touched idiot!!! Anyway he's not quite as loose as he'd have you believe. If romantic he'd probably only agree to have you and maybe Haku. Physically Ed, Lyca, Romeo, Haru. He'd be down to have some 3P or 4P fun with them involved. He does need to be reminded that you want him for him not for his silly playboy shit that gets him laid.

Lyca - Poor puppy is very confused. At first he gets angry bc you're his mate why would you need another? Some gentle explanation and reassurance will help him. He loves you, and also Suba. So if it's just you three romantically he's set. Sexually... let's be real his heat is rough and takes a long time. You need someone else to tap out with. He might gripe about them but Ed and Rui are perfect tag team partners when you and Subaru get too tired.

Mortkranken

Yuri - You dare ask him for more than just him? Who else would you need?! After you get through the lecture give him one of your own. He's actually putty in you and Jiro's hands. Jiro is possibly the only one he'd want to have in a relationship with you and him now. Maybe b4 things went to hell he and Jin could have shared you... or you two could have shared him. (he's such a bottom i'm sorry guys he has no top aura)

Jiro - He understands despite how unemotional he looks when you explain it. Yes he's already read about it. He learns through self study. Having you and Yuri would be so easy for him. Nothing to worry about, the feelings are already there naturally. Can you imagine the sounds you'd get to hear when he needs to put Yuri to sleep and the only way to tire him out is- *gets bonked with the horny hammer* ANYWAY- if you wanted to be shared with anyone else he'd be one of the most relaxed about it. Just be sure to be safe, get tested, and come back when you're done.

This was so self indulgent holy hell. If anyone is interested in some of these being elaborated on in detail I wouldn't miiiiiind~

[cindyverse]

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Hi, so I know it's been a very long time since the last time I posted because these past few weeks have been very strange to me. I don't know how to tell this, but I've been connected and unconnected from shifting at the same in a weird way. Tonight, a very big earthquake is expected in my region, and it scares me a bit, so I decided to go through tumblr a bit. I don't really know what I will talk about on this post yet, but I guess we'll see.

۶ৎ Don't Focus On The Symptoms

When you're shifting, if you feel symptoms like a tingle in your body, urge to move, floating, falling, or anything, try to unfocus. I know it's a bit hard to ignore such things, but those "symptoms" are usually your body is checking on you to make sure you're fine. This is one of the other things that meditating helps. While meditating, your body goes through the same "body falling asleep" phase, so after a while, your body gets used to it and stops giving you the "symptoms". Don't forget practice makes perfect.

۶ৎ Beware Of How You Speak To Your Brain

I see a lot of people on the internet, mostly tiktok, that talks about what they felt, etc. while "trying to shift." This is so wrong. You're not "trying" to shift you're just shifting. If you're telling yourself that you will try to shift tonight it means that you're basically telling your brain that it is only an attempt and it really a may or may not kinda thing. But you will shift so act like the master-shifter you already are. Talk to your brain like that, order that you will shift. Be confident.

۶ৎ Don't Force Yourself

Don't forget that things like scripting, using a method, or even visualization are not a must for shifting. If you enjoy doing it and think it's good for you, then do it, but you don't have to script to shift to your dr. You already know what your dr is supposed to be like, so it will happen no matter what. Methods, again, they're just silly ways to make shifting easier for some people, and they're all made up. Using methods helps some people, and it doesn't do anything for some others. If other methods don't work for you, make your own or don't and just shift. If you tried a method several times and it clearly didn't work, then again, move on. Visualization, people see visualization as a must but it's not wrong. There's bunch of shifters who has aphantasia !and still shifts so why can't you? Shifting doesn't have rules and this is what fun about it you make your own rules. Make up anything as long as it's fun for you

۶ৎ Don't Unfocus From Your Life In Your CR

I don't know how to explain this well but I know several shifters are going through this. Yes the fact that there's infinite possibilities of what you can be is exciting but also it can make life seem meanless. I deeply resonate with this problem and I came over it. For these past few weeks I let go of everything in this reality because I know that I can always leave and live my dream life but then I realized what I'm doing was literally ending me. Yes I will always shift but right now I live the life as "her" as what is call "me" she has dreams too she always have and I knew that but I was letting her give up her dreams just because I could always stop using this vessel and move onto an another one. Now this may not make sense but what I'm saying is don't let yourself get lazy just because you found a deeper meaning in life. You may not be happy in this reality I know I understand everything sucks but you can actually find happiness in smaller things. Tho I know it sounds cheesy but it's the truth. For example you didn't get the grade you wanted? It's okay you will do better next time. Got rejected from a job application? Then something greater will find you. No matter what comes on your way it's going to be okay I promise you. You may think you don't even know me who tf are you promising me stuff but I just know and I promise you everything will be okay. Just get up and do your best. You will have disappointments, sad moments that you will never forget but nothing stays forever...Take care of yourself. Happy shifting♡

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[the-fuck-did-u-say]

Percy x Lee I hear you say...

Any thoughts and headcanons for them?

Ok ok my first ask… totally not panicking…

This is a ship I most definitely haven’t thought through yet and I don’t really post about it, but this is easily one of my otps. So this is most likely going to sound rather scattered and not very detailed. But even so this is kinda a long one by my standards so do bear with me.

I’d love to think that Lee got the absolute worst first impression of him. He’s best friends with the twins after all, so it’s almost inevitable. The literal minute their friendship started on Hogwarts Express the twins were talking about Percy. Lee, in his young excited 11 year old mind, just goes with their flow while chipping in with tidbits of his own life every now and then. At this point all three of them are already pretty smug that they’ve already made friends.

The entire train ride Percy’s been avoiding the twins (understandably). He’s been dreading the day they come to Hogwarts and is just trying to stop shit from hitting the fan before they even make it off the train. And if they do get into something, it won’t be his mess to clear up so long as he stays away.

It basically stays that way for the entire sorting ceremony and the first week or so. Of course Percy can’t fully avoid the twins without nothing short of a restraining order, so they do have a few conversations in which so he tries to end as quickly as possible. But during those short meetings Lee is getting absolutely shoved down Percy’s throat.

The same thing is happening to Lee, but instead of being painted as someone fun and chill and interesting, like how he’s been described to Percy, Fred and George are telling him the exact opposite (boring, uptight, boring again for emphasis). But it’s still that hazy feeling where they’re still getting used to school and magic and all that. Like no matter what blood type you make him, Hogwarts is majestic. Why focus on your best friends’ brother, especially since they’ve so explicitly stated how uninteresting they are?

But then something wakes him up from his daydream. The prank. (Dun dun dun)

I’m not %100 decided on what the prank actually is, because note that this is still a half baked idea I’ve become obsessed with. Just know it was big. Lee knew they were planning something but he wasn’t in any rush to ask. He assumed it was just another harmless petty everyday thing that they were up to. How wrong he was.

He goes on a walk to explore the school grounds after dinner and gets back right before curfew, to sounds of screaming in his ear and cheering in the common room. Cheering all around the castle, for that matter. The twins had pulled something in the Great Hall, something to cement their role as the resident troublemakers. Their very first prank of many to come.

Sound familiar? This is what Fred and George were referencing when they made that dramatic exit dropping out of school. They wanted to end the way they started. But anyway-

It didn’t take long to figure out the prank was on Percy, no less, though he was nowhere in sight. Everyone’s patting the twins on the back and congratulating them, even Charlie and Bill, who’re happy they’ve settled alright. Bill does seem somewhat concerned but still convinced it’s all in good fun. He asks Charlie where Percy is and he offhandedly mentions that he’s barricaded himself in his dorm to “sulk”.

Lee laughs along with everyone else but at the same time he’s confused af. Percy couldn’t be that pure and holy that he doesn’t even retaliate? Or even respond at all?

(Right let’s wrap this up, everything’s somewhat unclear from now I’m sorry 😔)

So Lee starts paying more attention to Percy’s actions and he’s even more fascinated than ever. His eyes had always lingered slightly longer on Percy, but he’s never really noticed it before now. And soon, he starts noticing more. He’s completely memorised the brisk way he walks. The way his mouth tightens whenever he hears the whispers behind his back. Along with other things.

Of course those other things really didn’t help when the hormones came knocking on his door, and atp he’s having a crisis. He’s never had a problem with gay men, he’s just never thought he was… one of them. (Not quite internalised homophobia, just straight up bafflement) But it’s getting more and more likely. He starts looking at pretty boys the way he looks at pretty girls, though neither the same way he looks at Percy.

And at the age of 12, Lee Jordan comes out as bisexual.

He’s now accepted his raging crush on Percy. He’s definitely liked an other few people (exhibit A, Angelina). With those types of relationships he’s very flirty and unserious, (as we can see in canon) and has had one relationship throughout school (idk who with), which he quickly ended because he realised his crush wasn’t going away and it wasn’t fair on his partner. He’s no longer in a crisis, just a numb pain knowing his love is probably unrequited. Even if it wasn’t, no way in hell would Fred and George allow it.

And back to Percy! He… hasn’t noticed. He still sees Lee as his younger brothers’ best friend. Someone brings up the idea of Lee having a crush on Percy (which gave Lee a heart attack btw when he finds out) and Percy just waves it off. In an “I guess that’s kinda sweet” and “I don’t really believe it” way, devastating Lee.

After the war, where the age gap is less relevant, that lovesick git FINALLY confesses and Percy is like “wait you’re serious”. And then Lee kind of accidentally-on-purpose seduces him over the next few months? Basically Lee making genuine moves on him and Percy seeing the appeal? It’s really hard to explain and I know I’m wording this poorly 😭

Everyone’s reaction would be hilarious, especially Fred and George’s. And of course I want them to find out last. And be outraged that everyone kept it a secret from them.

But this is only one version of it and honestly it’s just entertaining no matter the context. This is such a rare pair (7works on ao3, five where they’re the main ship), nothing is impossible, these are just bad Ideas.

Thank if you made it through this long ass post and sorry this is kinda late :/

[heybaetae]

maknae line + gestures of love 🫰🏼💋🫶🏼🌹🤟🏼 happy birthday @jkvjimin! ♡

[rynli]

doodle from a fanfic-length DE dream I had that I can’t stop thinking about (in which Harry has a panic attack trying to walk through the doors of his precinct, flees into Jamrock, investigates a booby-trapped corpse, fails to explode, has a low-morale depression episode, and makes a shitty ceramic bowl to cope) (it tells him positive affirmations)

[rapidhighway]

the thing with sonic 3 is I can't even be too mad at it. I knew that was going to happen. i love action too much. sonic and shadow had a high speed chase, shadow did the akira slide up a fucking building and then they beat each other up on the moon man. i am a weak weak man when it comes to cool as fuck action scenes and they made that movie for me, I was partly blind to everything else that was happening tbh. I actually will have to rewatch this movie to say anything coherent about it

[buddiebitch]

WHY are BT shippers so vehemently against actually analyzing the symbolism and choices made for this show?

i mean i saw multiple people saying we were overthinking the vertigo poster. they were saying that it was weird to assume that Buck would fill the pining best friend role that Midge did in the original movie??? (haven’t seen the movie, i just read a few synopses)

i’m sorry, so you agree that he put Ryan Guzman in the main character and Devin Kelley as the love interest because they’ll fill those roles in the storyline, but we’re overthinking when we point out what role he put Oliver Stark in?

or when i bring up the possible symbolism of Tommy always calling him Evan, the only response i get from BT stans is “well he would tell him if he didn’t like it” or “i think it’s because he was introduced that way and that’s why” or even “i think he probably likes that Tommy calls him Evan” (all real responses i saw) and it’s like, yeah that’s cool, those are great headcanons for you, but that actually isn’t what i was talking about. nothing wrong with having a headcanon, but it doesn’t explain anything about the show or answer any of my questions.

i mean in s4 he corrected his PARENTS and told them his name was Buck, and in s6 it was used to emphasize the strangeness of his coma dream, how everyone was calling him Evan, the whole show him being called Evan has almost always been used to emphasize that someone doesn’t know him very well, how are y’all convinced that it’ll mean something different this time? i get that some people think it’s supposed to be growth, that he’s cool with being called his first name, but if that’s the goal it definitely isn’t reading that way to me.

like i wish i could see things through the same lens as these people so it could make sense to me, i just don’t get how you can willfully ignore SO many hints just so you can ship what you want.

no hate to the ship or the shippers obviously, i’m just baffled by the lengths they’ll go to in order to convince themselves that plot device man is endgame for Buck.

[apollosgiftofprophecy]

What you refer with "Cassandra's misinformation"? The source clearly mentioned that she was cursed by the god that "loved" her. She was his loyal priestess and he punished because she rejected him or just because she promised and then broke that promise, but is pretty normal to not want to slept with him....? Apollo is clearly bad and problematic here so i don't know where is the "misinformation"?

Besides, Apollo is one of the most cruel gods, so is normal... And his relationship with women aren't the best. Aren't you read the Oresteia? What a mysoginist... But he saves his mother one time and "Oh, he is feminist", no... Don't try to defend a god who did many bad shit.

awwww look who’s never had a critical thought in their life, let alone applied it to another culture’s mythology!! ❤️

🫵 it’s you anon!! :DDDDD the egg is on your face!! Lmao show me your sources before talking shit about another culture’s god, a god you clearly have zero understanding or knowledge on :DDDDD

[wildwolf-fandoms]

In HTF fandom, you can know who to trust and not trust just by listening/reading what they think of some of the characters

"I love Fliqpy and Flippy but the raccoon who implied to be poor and is mentally ill is the spawn of evil for stealing, killing his brother, and `making illogical choices`. Aka when he is being a piece of shit Kleptomanic like the show intended"

"Don't get me wrong I love Handy but I don't understand why he is complaining when Russell has it worse."

"I don't understand why Petunia is always overreacting. Can't she just calm down for once?"

"I don't get why these characters trust Mole/Lumpy/Flippy/Lammy when they are DANGEROUS and SHOULD BE LOCKED UP."

Thanks for proving that disabled people can't trust you 👍

[hplonesomeart]

AUUUU STOP THIS MOMENT WAS ADORABLE AND SWEET AND PRECIOUS AND MY HEART MELTED FOR THEMMMMM 😭💕

(lots of writing under the ‘read more’ btw incase you want my personal thoughts on things!)

Before the episode started I has been bracing myself for the genocide route, but it seem like what we ended up getting was the pacifist route because NEVER would I have anticipated such an empathetic twist??? I was dead convinced that my hopes/dreams of Puzzle redemption were squandered and left to rot (they probably still are to some degree actually lol but oh well I can accept that he’s a lovable psycho). And yet this episode does the impossible….giving us an unfathomably wholesome scene that helps heal his dejected inner child, even just a little. PLEASE this wasn’t something I was prepared for and it’s gotten such a strong grip on my heartstrings right now. I love themmmmm holy shittttt <33

I didn’t think Meggy would step up and try to connect with him like that especially since she was so aggressively defensive when he initially reached out. And I like that even when she gets to speak to Little/Kid Puzzles her behavior is very stern at first lol. Kinda like a disappointed older sister who can’t be bothered to put up with him for too long. But using Leggy as a way to build that bridge again was so clever of her—and hey it helped lure him into false sense of security so he’d get jailed up jskjsksp. Everyone wins I guess!! ALSO can I just say whoever composed the soundtrack (Zach Preciado for the rap segment specifically) deserves just as much praise as the voice actors because DAYM the layering of all those instruments and the seamless transitions into different emotional tones was superb :))