#like ill say i love someone and people will ask me why i dont 'tell them how i feel' and make it exclusive and all that

[valtsv]

my feelings on romance really aren't complex tbh. i enjoy making meaningful and long lasting connections with people and i've definitely loved some of them in ways that wouldn't be considered platonic by an outside observer, but when it comes to the concept of "romance" and romantic relationships i'm just like

[cowboy-robooty]

not going to name names bc thats messed up but omfg i was tryna find records of old heta fandom shit to show inu right and i found a hetalia iceberg and I SAW MY 2019 OPP ON THERE. IT WAS SO FUCKING FUNNY LIKE MY EYES BULGED OUT OF MY SKULL BECAUSE IM NOT EVEN JOKING I HATED THIS BITCH SO MUCH WHEN I WAS 14 AND NGL I STILL HATE HER. I DIDNT SAY NOTHING AND KEPT CURTIOUS AND NORMAL OBVIOUSLY BUT ON THE INSIDE I WANTED HER ASS DEAD EVERYDAY AND WELL... you all know im never in the loop with things and had no fucking clue that she was just the antichrist for an entire group of people lol. SHE WAS MY ANTICHRIST THO. I HATED HER AND SHE HATED ME OKAY AND IM LIKE RODF SEEING HOW SHES ON THE FUCKING HETALIA ICEBERG I WAS LIKE OMG.... I THOUGHT ONLY I FUCKING DESPISED HER

[obnoxiousarcade]

I have a longing to be understood more than anything else i think

[todayisafridaynight]

Snap, ur basically a microceleberty on a tumblr blog. I would be surprised if your inbox WASN'T utter chaos with the amount of fandoms you're in.

dont call me a microcelebrity it's going to do irreparable damage to my ego and im going to become even more insufferable

[kn11ves]

paranoia hell is knowing that you have loved ones who talk to your other loved ones about things you have done or said that hurt them and you Dont Know . You Dont Know

[lerclan]

duct tape | lando norris

type: written + smau at the end

pairing(s): assistant!reader x lando norris

summary: youve been landos assistant for a while now and you were asked to do the most embarrassing thing ever, but it wasnt you that was the most embarrassed in the situation; it was your boss.

warning(s): a funny and POORLY edited photo of lando norris done by me (i was cackling making it 💀)

fc: luisinha oliveira!

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"you want me to WHAT???" you spit out your drink.

"kiss him." the photographer, elise, says as you stare at your friend, eyes quite literally bulging out, "come on y/n..."

"you act like i kiss random people for fun." you say as you take a proper sip from your water.

"but hes not a random person?" she fires back as you roll your eyes.

"still. hes my boss and looking at the situation in general, thats quite embarrassing to do." you feel your face heat up, "how about we find someone else? i bet i can call someone with really luscious lips." you take out your phone and start scrolling through your contacts.

"no," she lowers your phone as you look at her, "he said he wanted YOU to do it."

"ME???" your jaw drops as elise starts laughing at your reaction, "youre lying."

"no im not!" she puts her pinky up as you intertwine your pinky with hers, "pinky promise."

"why me though?" you asked her curiously.

"i told him about the idea and how the stylist would do the kiss marks but he said he had the perfect someone to do the kiss marks and said your name." she explains as you give her a look, "okay to make it easier for you, hes gonna have duct tape covering his mouth. its for the aesthetics." your look immediately disappears and is replaced with a relieved expression.

"oh, you shouldve told me that earlier." you say as you finally smile, "that sounds a little bit easier to do."

"my bad, kind of forgot about it till i told you the story. woopsies." you laugh at her as she chuckles cheekily, "lets go to the set, its almost time for him to be ready."

you both arrived at the set and you noticed your boss all geared up next to an f1 car.

"i thought the set would be more scandalously themed, but this is so much better than what i anticipated." you let a breath out as elise laughs at you.

"do you think im a pornographer or something? gosh have faith in your friends innocence." she rolls her eyes jokingly and it was your turn to laugh now.

landos head instantly turned to your direction as he heard your laughter. he didnt know if you had agreed to the suggestion, but he hoped that elise didnt bring it up since he was feeling a little embarrassed now for acting impulsively with suggesting you to do the kiss marks instead of the stylist.

with how caught up he was in his thoughts, stressing over his impulsive move, he didnt realize that you guys were in front of him.

"lando? landooo???" you say waving your hands in front of his face.

"oh–yes? hi?" he says as he finally snaps out of it.

"you were zoning out. what were you thinking about this time?" you asked as he smiles.

"nothing in particular, just a little nervous on what to do in this photoshoot." he admits mostly.

"youre gonna do good, boss. dont worry about anything! just do what you usually do, your fans are gonna love it no matter what." you comfort him with a smile as he reciprocates the same expression.

you guys stare into each others eyes for a bit until elise finally interrupted you both.

"ahem! love birds can you guys contain yourselves for a sec–" you slap her shoulder lightly as she laughs at it as landos face turns a bit red, "i was just kidding!! anyways...im just here to tell you that y/n agreed to the idea, so ill be back with some duct tape and red lipstick." she walks off and you were left with lando.

"so...you agreed???" he asks as he feels his face heating up more from the fact that you agreed.

"yeah, at first i thought i was kissing you straight up...which is a very hard task to do considering our positions, but she told me you were gonna have duct tape over your mouth; so its like an indirect kiss. which i can mostly do." you answer his question with a small chuckle as he feels his face heat up more, "are you good, lan? youre looking kinda...red?? ish???"

"yeah, no, im fine. this is fine. im perfectly normal." he says quickly as you eye him out.

you reached for his forehead and noticed it was a little warmer.

"are you sure? you feel a little warm." you say as you start to panic thinking about his schedule for today.

"y/n, i am perfectly fine. its just the suit..." he lies as you look at him with doubtful eyes.

before you could pester him more, elise came back with red lipstick and duct tape just like she said.

"here, put this on your lips and also tape his mouth shut." she says as you grab the items.

"it will probably do us a favor if his mouth is taped shut." you joke as he rolls his eyes at you.

"gosh whats that supposed to mean?" he side eyes you as you laugh.

"it means..." you drag on as he looks at you, waiting for you to answer his question.

"it means wha—" his sentence gets cut off by you taping his mouth, "hmf mhmhf!!" he tries to talk but it comes out muffled.

"what did he say?" elise asks as you both laugh at his attempt.

"he probably said 'you muppet!', to insult me or something." you answer her, mimicking landos voice.

"sounds like him alright. perfect impression!!" she says as you take a small bow.

you put the duct tape down and opened the lipstick so you could put it on, kiss him, and get done with it already.

"you ready, lan?" you ask him as he puts his hands up to rip the tape off his mouth half way.

"no–wait. i need like a drink or something..." he comes up with an excuse as he feels his face get hot again due to the situation he put himself in.

"come on lando..its a quick peck and boom were finished!" you reassure him feeling a little flustered as you realize what youre actually doing, "come here."

he dodges you as you glare at him.

"WAIT. PLEASE GIVE ME A SECOND." he yells out as you roll your eyes getting impatient.

"okay fine." you go back to the spot you were standing in.

you look at him grab a bottle of water to drink and he starts fanning himself.

"are you sure youre good?" you asked as he nods his head quickly.

"dont worry about him, y/n. hes just feeling a little flustered because hes getting an indirect ki—" elise gets cut off by an empty water bottle getting thrown at her, "what the hell LANDO." she throws the water bottle back at him.

you laugh at their little squabble until the water bottle hit you and now theyre the ones laughing at you.

"I ALWAYS CATCH STRAY BULLETS I SWEAR. cant laugh in peace anymore..." you say as they laugh harder, "ANYWAYS, lando come here and let me kiss you." you feel your face heat up as soon as you realized what you really said.

"yeah let her kiss you lando." elise chimes in with a little melody.

"not like that–you know what–gosh whatever come on lando, you have places to be after this." you say finally grabbing his arm as he gets closer to you.

"okay, just do it..." he says as he grabs your arms and puts it around his neck, "WAIT WAIT WAIT AAAAHHHH!!" he yells out as he sees how close you guys are.

"LANDO MAN UP GOSH." you finally grab his face and kissed him on both of his cheeks, his forehead, and his lips. directly. completely forgetting the fact that his mouth was not taped shut.

you both dont notice that you guys were kissing lips directly until you both heard a camera click. you guys pulled back and thats when you noticed his lips completely covered in red.

"OH MY GOOOOSHHHH!!!!" elise squeals out as your eyes widen.

"I AM SO SORRY LANDO. I FORGOT YOU DIDNT HAVE IT ON–" you get cut off by lando.

"no, no. its totally fine, y/n...youre good. simple mistake. im completely normal and youre completely normal." he smiles at you, ready to explode from holding in a scream, as you smile back out of relief.

"also...ELISE DELETE THAT RIGHT NOW." you jump her as shes fighting for her life.

you suddenly feel somebody pull you back, which was lando with a huge grin.

"elise, let me see the photo." he says as you look at him.

elise unlocks her phone and pulls up the photo of you and lando kissing, which was a pretty cute angle and photo. you cursed her photography skills.

"you should totally send me that." he says as your jaw drops, "what? its a cute photo of us." he says not knowing where the confidence suddenly came from.

"before y/n dies from a heart attack, have her kiss you again. WITH the tape on this time." elise says as you felt your eye twitch, jaw still on the floor.

you eventually snapped out of shock and reapplied the lipstick so it was more pigmented and you kissed him again, with the tape over his mouth. you looked up at him and realized that he was smiling. you didnt know why, well you had a hint but you didnt wanna act on it.

lando quickly finished his photoshoot and now it was time to go to another place for an interview. you both entered the car and you were met with silence until he spoke up.

"sooo...do you maybe wanna go out for dinner tonight?" he asks breaking the silence as you look at him.

"arent you hanging out with carlos tonight??" you question him as he cheekily smiles at you.

"not–" he takes out his phone and texts carlos something and looks up to look at you, "anymore."

you laugh at his little act and smiled warmly.

"id love to have dinner with you, lan." you met eye contact as he smiles from ear to ear.

he grabs your hand and intertwines them together, keeping it that way till you both arrived at the interview place.

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landonorris

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landonorris dropping in with a kiss 💋

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mclaren our driver has never looked better! 🧡

landonorris thanks, mclaren!!! 🧡🧡🧡

user1 OMG I AM SCREAMINGAHEB

user2 HE LOOKS SO FINE OH MY GOSH

user3 WHY DOES HE LOOK SO SEXY 😻😻😻

user4 real question tho...who gave him those marks? 🤨🤨🤨

user5 probably the stylist or something

eaphotography nuh uh

user5 HUHH???

eaphotography 🤫🧏‍♀️

user6 HELPPPP

user7 im so jealous of the person that did that 😭😭😭

user8 CHAT I WANT HIM SO BAD

carlossainz55 wow is that why you were busy mate?

landonorris no? 🙄

carlossainz55 elise sent me a photo, are you sure? 😒😒

landonorris SHHHHHH

elise_amor LMFAOOO

ynnn MAN WHAT THE FLIP DELETE IT

elise_amor NEVERRRR. YOU GUYS LOOK TOO CUTE.

user9 photo? 🤨

ynnn NOTHING.

user10 what if this was a soft launch or something 😻😻😻

landonorris yeah..that would be totes..crazy...👀

user10 IT IS?!?&2&:

ynnn LANDO SHUT UP.

user11 GUYS LANDO AND HIS ASSISTANT, Y/N, ARE DATING 😳😳😳

user10 I AGREE W YOU

user12 how??

user11 i saw them kiss last night at this one restaurant

ynnn @/landonorris YOU SAID IT WAS A BLIND SPOT...

landonorris woops...cats out of the bag ig ☺️☺️☺️

user11 OH MY GOSH!/!/&2&:

user10 WHAT THE SIGMA

lerclan HELPPP THE PHOTO IS SO FUNNY

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ynnn

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ynnn bro cannot keep his mouth shut. BRING BACK THE DUCT TAPE.

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landonorris IM SORRY IM JUST HAPPY BABE 😻

ynnn youre lucky youre cute ❤️

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authors note(s): iaheiqhehwjq i hope this was good cuz i absolutely had no plot line 💀

ALSO YOU DK HOW BAD I WAS DYING AT ME EDITING THAT PHOTO OF LANDO I LITERALLY COULD NOT BREATHE 😭😭😭

[vlassk]

Keeper

Stanford Pines x Reader

She/ her Reader

After learning of Stanleys past with Ford y/n, she decided she wouldn't be getting close to the twin. But she finds it difficult as Ford is just so damn cute.

Warning: age gap, angst, 18+ later on. Swearing. Pervy Ford(lmk if i missed any) not proofread as i no no wanna

You had lived in Gravity Falls for a couple of years now. Stumbling upon it, one winter road trip and falling in love with the beauty. As the years went on, you made good friends, including one neighbor. Stanford Pines was always one person you could talk to about the supernatural. Although he liked to pretend it wasn't real or not as big of a deal, he would always hear you out on your discovery in the town.

You being in your early 30s, the friendship was awkward at first. You saw the faces around town from friends and passer bys. But as time went on, people saw that it was simply platonic.

You spend most of your free time helping him around the house and grabbing food together. He told you about his time in prison and everything about his brother Stanley...

You would linger on his brother. Knowing how horrible he treated Stan and how he would never hear Stan out. Being the Better Brother. The days were good. You ran a local Inn a little out of town. The primary owner would travel most of the time.

One summer though The lnn that you ran shut down. And your manager had to let you go.

"Ughhh, what im i going to do! My place of living! My job!" You slam your head on the table, a loud thud being heard

"Kid, why dont you just ask your parents for some help? Im sure they will under -" Stan lifted up your head to place a small pillow under your face.

"No! Do you know how disappointed they will be?! YEARS of Tuistion for West Coast Tech just to run an Inn?! In a small town! Stan...stanford pines they would kill me and bring me back home..." You plead out looking up only to cry more and slam your head back down, the pillow guarding you.

" y/n you haven't told them?!" Stan yells out, only making you cry more. He paces the room and looks towards you. His frustration leaves when an idea pops into his head.

He sits next to you at the table

"Ya know.. my great niece and nephew are visiting once summer. Break starts...ill need someone to watch the store, maybe evenbuild some cool robot stuff for the shop! Ya know, wendy likes, so take her days off... you could even stay here in the storage closet..." He lays his hand on your back.

Your breathing slows as you look up at Stan.

"Really..." You wipe your tears away, going to hug the old man.

"But you gatta tell your parents at least"

"Fine..."

A couple of months had passed, and you were now a normal part of the household. Mable and Dipper always took you on adventures. You never realized how many crazy creatures were around. You would always come home and help stan though, building him add ons to his favorite chair, making animotronics for the shack. You know things were going wrong when the Fbi arrested Stanford. You remember looking at him as he was taken away. A sad look on your eyes.

" y/n, please. Its not true they dont know what they are talking about!"

You didn't say anything. You didn't know what to say.

You looked over the kids, trying to prove his innocence when they found a code for the vending machine. Soos stood in the way of the machine, and mable threw glitter at him to make him move.

As you made your way into the basement, you could only think of the worst things.

What if he wasn't really Stanford. What if he was someone else. What if everything was a lie like they say. Are you even safe.

You hold onto Mables hand as Soos led the way. Once you get to the bottom, you see all the tech Mable goes on about how Stans is the same man and he loves us. All you can think about is all the tips you gave Stanford on how to fix or build different things. Dipper finds the 2 journals putting all 3 together to see the blueprints of something.

You only look at the basements, build, scan the area, hear Dipper Freak out, but your mind races, and you can't focus on his words. You look at the countdown reading 1 minute. Dipper and mable run into the next room. Turning keys. The strange Build glows. Before Dipper can press the shutdown button Stan runs in

"Dont touch that button!"

You turn to see Stan walking through the door, picking up his pace to you all.

"Dipper, just back away! Please dont press that button, you gatta, trust me!" Stan pleads. Slowing as he sees that Dippers hand is hovering over the red button.

"I should trust you. Why?!. After you stole that radioactive waste?! After you lied to us ALL summer?! I dont even know who you are!"

"I know all this is nuts, but i need that machine to stay on!" A beep is heard after Stans pleads. You start to float up with the rest as the triangle structure opens up. A space like portal opens

"STANFORD?!" You scream out. trying to reach for your friend.

"Dipper!" Mable screams, her foot caught on a wire holding her close to the button

"MABLE HURRY SHUT IT DOWN," Dipper screams out from across the room.

"Stan, why wouldn't you tell me?!" You cry out. Your hair floating around you.

"Kid...i couldn't. I didn't know how!"

As mable crawls her way down stan tries to float towards her, soos swooping in to tackle stan

"Soos, what are you doing?!i gave you an order." Stan struggles between Soos

"Sorry Mrs pines if that is your real name, but i have a new job now! Protecting these kids!" Soos tries to push him away from Mable.

"Soos, you idiot let me go!" Stan continues to reach out. You kept floating. trying to go back down.

Dipper goes to tackle stan as well. You find a way to get to mable holding her down as you both hover over the button.

As Stanley pleads with you both, you see mable tear up.

"Grunkle Stan,"Mable says between tears. "i don't even know, if you're my grunkle! I wanna believe you, but"

"Then listen to me. Remember this morning when I said I wanted to tell you guys something?" Stan breaks from Dipper and Soos.

The computer reads 20 seconds. A power surges through making you float away from mable. You hit the roof of the. Building,The others fly against the rooms walls.

" I wanted to say that you're gonna hear some bad things about me, and some of them are true, but trust me. Everything I've worked for, everything I care about, it's all for this family!"

"Mabel, what if he's lying? This thing could destroy the universe! Listen to your head!" Dipper cries out.

Mable looks up to see you, floating closer to the portal. You glanse back at stans pleading with your eyes. Stan gives you a nod.Mable watches as you close your eyes. Relaxing your body

"Look into my eyes, Mabel! Do you really think I'm a bad guy?"

" He's lying! Shut it down NOW!"

"Mable please"

Ten Nine

"Grunkle stan"

Six five

"I trust you"

"MABEL, ARE YOU CRAZY?! WE'RE ALL GONNA-"

Mable lets go floating up to grab onto your leg. Pulling you closer and away from going through the portal.

One...

Screams are heard as a light blast blows up.

The light shooting through the whole town.

You slowly open your eyes, seeing a figure in front of the portal

"...stan..." You pull your head up from the ground

"What who is that?" Dipper stands

"The author of the journals..." Stanford also stands up.

You see, the man pulls off his goggles, revealing a face just like stans. He looks down at you. As you slowly sit yourself up. You're the closest one to him.

"My brother..." Stan sighs

"Is the the part where one of us faints.." mable giggles

"Ohoho, I am so on it, dude" soos faints on cue. Falling to the floor.

"Finally! After all these long years of waiting, you're actually here! Brother!"

You watch as the man you're assuming Stanley walks up and punches Stanford.

"This was an insanely risky move – restarting the portal! Didn't you read my warnings?!"

"Warnings, schmarnings. How's about maybe a thanks for saving you from what appears to be, I don't know, some kind of sci-fi sideburn dimension?"

"Thank you? You really think I'm gonna thank you after what you DID, THIRTY YEARS AGO?!"

"What I did? Why, you ungrateful...

Stanley pins Stanfords arms. As they bicker, the man slams him on the ground. "

"Get off him, you asshole," you shove Stanley off Stanford. Mable stands next to you

"Hey, hi. Mabel here. Quick question – WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON HERE?!"

"Stan, you didn't tell me there were children down here... And some sort of large, hairless gopher? And... uh, " you see the mans eyes dart from top to bottom, then back to the top.

"A woman..."

"Heh heh. I get that a lot." You laugh at Soos. As he smiles back at you. You watch as Stan eyes you. Wondering what thoughts he could be having.

"They're your family, Poindexter. Shermie's grandkids." Stanford rolls his eyes.

"I-I have a niece and nephew? Greetings. Do kids still say greetings? I haven't been in this dimension for a really long time."

He bends down to shake mables hand

"Whoa, a six-fingered handshake? It's a full finger friendlier than normal!"

"Heha, I like this kid. She's weird."

"And you are?" He extends his hand to you. You ignore it and turn away.

"A friend of Stans..."

Stanley Huffs turning back around

"I-I can't believe it. You're the author of the journals!" Dipper fanboys

"You've read my journals?"

You don't listen to the conversation, but you help Stanford up. He thanks you as he stands. You see stanley eyeing you both out of the corner of your eyes. You dart your eyes towards him, making him look off.

"Well, it looks like we're stuck down here for a while. Who wants to tell us their entire mysterious backstory?" Mable sits back down on some rubble.

"Yes, I have some questions about all this myself, Stanley." The man walks over ignoring you to the next if his abilities

"Stanley..."dipper puts a finger to his chin

"But your name is stanford..." mable questions

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" You leap forward at stan, soos catching you

"Wait, you took my name?! What have you been doing all these years, you knucklehead?!"

"Yeah, Grunkle Stan, no more lies! You owe us some answers – What's the deal with this portal? Why did you keep this a secret?" Dipper exclaims.

"And what happened between you and your brother?" Maybe points at stan angered.

"Im hoping all this aligns exactly with my fanfic, Stan. If not, I will be very disappointed."

You stop struggling against soos. Only to pause and give him a confused look.

"Stanf-...stanley why do you keep lying to me?!" You plead with the old man

"Kid listen... i did what i had to do"

"No. I won't accept that. Tell me why. Was everything about Him even true? " You point to the other man.

The now understood Stanley sighs. I looked up from his brows.

"Everything about HIM is correct. I just switched the names..." he shrugs. With another sigh, he leans against the wall, telling the tale of the two brothers.

As they both took turns telling their upbringing, you couldn't help but watch the twin. He would smile at the good times, and you would catch him watching you as well.

You had to admit he was handsome. You never saw Stan in a way, but Stanford was totally different even with the same face.

If you, too, matched eyes, you would simply roll them and look away. Even though you were curious about this handsome man.

"Oh! This story's so sad! I know what you two little broken teacups need: to hug it out! Hug it out! Hug train's comin' in the station. HUGAPOLOOZA! 2000!" Mable triez to push the men together.

"Kid, will ya knock that off? I'm tryin' to tell my life story here. "

"I already know all this..." You walk off sitting in the room where the portal once was. You could still hear the conversation. Noting again at the Dream school Stanford wanted to go to... but couldn't. You burrowed your face in your legs. Conflicted, you never thought you'd meet him. You were so angry at all the things he did to your friend. But knowing everything and knowing he's alive. Could you be nicer to him?

You hear a Scream and turn to look at the room, dipper fan boys over the journals.

"just got excited there... About the journals... Keep-keep talking."

"I began to keep a journal..."

Dipper screams again. You walk into the room staring at the child. He looks up at you and calms himself down.

"Just going to ignore that..."

He goes on you decide to sit back in the room with the others.

As they retell the fight, you can't help but stare at Stanford. Aggravated at every word he says.

He pauses for a moment. Staring just as intensely

"What is your problem?" Stanford exclaims, throwing his hands up.

"You... you are my problem. you're dangerous. " he looks shocked at your words. And leans back a bit, not knowing what to say.The story finishes as the agents from upstairs get closer. Stanford makes a plan. Telling everyone to stay put as he travels upstairs.

Mable hears the agents leave and runs upstairs with your protest

"Great-uncle Stanford, that was amazing!"

"Let's not go crazy; it was serviceable."

"Thank you, kids, but please, call me Ford."

You stand on the porch. Watching the kids talk to Ford. You catch glimses of him looking at you. Your heart beats faster when he does. Is this anger? You're not nervous..are you?Stan pushes the kids off to bed. He turns to look at you. He mouths out 'stay'. You fix your posture, waiting to wave the kids off while they go inside. Saying a goodbye to Soos and moving towards Stan.

You punch Stans arm

"Ouch why me?!"

"That's for lying to me, you big idiot! Dont do that again!"You furrow your eyebrows. Stan frowns, rubbing his arm. You go in for a hug. Letting go just as fast and looking at Ford.

"So...who are you agai-" you cut him off by slapping him. Both stan and fords face in shock.

" That's for building such a STUPID machine... and hurting my friend!"

Stan begins to laugh. Resting a hand on your shoulder.

"Who even are you?!" The man shouts, angerly walking towards the house. The sun is going down.

" haha shes a keeper! Now Y/n go to bed. I gatta catch up with this man..."

"What's the point of me staying behind?"You shrug your shoulders. Pushing the old man slightly a small okay left your lips.

"No hard feelings, old man?" You smile and walk away, turning around to point finger guns at both men, going into the house and upstairs to your room.

"Old man? Rude, " Ford says under his breath

The two men head in as well. I'm sitting at the table to talk. Catching up on the little things

"Nothing so bad, ya know... people come and go...?"

"Hmm...and that women you keep around?"

"Huh? Women? Haha, that's Y/n. She's a good friend.."

"Just friend?"

"Of course! She's a good kid. Takes care of Dipper and Mable and always makes great adjustments to her past works. " Stan leans back in his chair, talking about you normally

"Past works? What does that even mean" Ford questions.

"Ah, she's a graduate of West Coast tech... some phds in some stuff i dont really pay attention. But she makes awesome stuff. Let me tell ya, " Stan points to a few things you've improved or added.

"Wait, she went to WCT?? Wait, why is she here with you?" Ford laughs still in shock of your success.

"She's been a friend of mine for a while now. She used to work at an Inn that closed down, so i gave her a place to work and sleep. Listen, i felt bad leaving her alone. She needed someone"

"Interesting... " fords mind goes off. Picturing you again. How angry you looked at him, the disappointment when you would stare. But how beautiful you are. How every time you looked at him with hate or pity, all he could see was the opposite.

"I know that look,"Stan leans forward

"What look?" Ford looks away at anything but his brother.

"That look... you stay away from her..." stans eyebrows furrow. His fist on the table

"I dont even know what you're talking about." Ford looks away again, and this finds his head resting on his hand.

"Stay. Away." Stanley gets up.

"But... I'm happy you're home," he holds his hand out. Ford takes it, and they get up to go to bed. Stopping by the bathroom for one last conversation, you can't help but too listen in on.

[ara-the-great]

cruelty

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Cruelty was a part of every human being. Sylus knew this the best. Whoever met him deemed him the cruelest of all, except you. except this tiny little woman of his. he knew that you knew what he had done and will continue to do as the leader of onychhinus and yet he sensed no fear, no deeming him as cruel- except a in the instances when he stole your ice-cream or withheld from kissing you . it didnt make sense to him. the only conclusion he could draw was you were the same as him. true kindred spirits. after all he noticed that you did not even blink at him leveling out buildings with people still in it. how you barely even looked away when he shoots someone dead. how for a moment there is a gleam of insanity in those mesmerizing eyes of yours. he wanted to bring it up, he wanted to see all of you so he stared taking you to more and more meetings and deals. waiting, craving to see that gleam in you.

he had thought his cruelty would repeal you, you lived a righteous life after all. you were a upstanding citizen, you didn't even have a speeding ticket. and yet he recognized that ember of insanity and cruelty in you. how? who? why? when?

"sylus, what are you thinking about with such a face?" you asked approaching him

"what ever do you mean?" he smiled trying his best to conceal his thoughts. he was sure you tell him or even better show him someday.

"you look like you are going to kill someone. if you keep furrowing your eyebrows like that you'll get permanent wrinkles and then everyone will be more scared of you" you teased as your fingers smoothed out his so called wrinkles.

"what can i do? I am scary my love. it comes with the job" he chuckled as he took your hands to press a kiss on your palms.

"really? you scary? i don't see it. i think you are absolutely beautiful " you said kissing the top of one of his eyes as you sat in his lap.

"don't go tonight. stay. stay with me. i promise ill make it worth your time" he husked as he nuzzled into your shoulder. his muscular arms wrapping around you. you were sylus's anchor, his peace, his light.

"you know i have work tomorrow sylus. i cant stay here"

"hmm then maybe i should go to linkon with you" he mused

"you know, you can't do that. plus don't you have a dealing tomorrow?" you laughed patting is back as consolation.

"maybe i should change my occupation. to hell with all this. I'll sell fruit in linkon and go by skye and maybe then i would not have to part with you" he kissed the pulse that seemed to quickened with his words almost drunk off of your scent. "would you like that?" seeming absolutely serious.

"S-sylus you know you cant "

"would you like that though? just imagine you'll have me beside you every morning and every night." he said dragging his mouth from neck to the corner of your mouth.

"i wouldnt be so cruel to make you give up all that you have built with you own hands"

"oh sweetie, be as cruel as you like, you know i like it when you are cruel . if you asked me to build an empire from nothing, id do it for you a thousand times over. use me but just stay by me. that's all." he placed a soft kiss on your forehead. he could practically feel how pleased the thought made you. "plus cruelty suits you more than you think"

"what is that supposed to mean?" you didnt know whether to be offended or flattered

"it means i have seen the way your eyes shine with excitement whenever we are..... ruthless" he grinned finally finding the opportunity to bring it up

" What? You could tell? Im i that transparent? what can i say there is a strange beauty in it i suppose. It's also morbidly satisfying to see them beg after they insult us for no reason." you laughed. never thinking you'd be able to say it out loud.

"then why dont you accompany me to the deal tomorrow there is sure to be some action. i'll let you have your fun" he said leaning in to kiss you

"Omg would you really let me? such a generous offer who knew that mr. leader of onychinus was such a sweet lover" you teased as you kissed his cheeks in excitement unintentionally missing his kiss.

"And who knew ms. hunter was such a cruel woman?" he frowned clearly displeased by his stolen chance to kiss your lips

"shh its my secret to you" you pecked his lips with a laugh that rang trough his ears like twinkling fairy bells.

"and my sweetness is my secret to you" he said deepening your kiss.

[moonselune]

hiya!

could i ask for the female companions (or just like, the main group of ladies u write for) reactions to tav having hanahaki disease, and then later on finding out the disease is directed at them when tav coughs up petals of their favorite flowers? A little bit of angst is neccessary, because like, the companions would probably assume reader was dying of some exotic virus or poisoning before someone told them what the disease was 🌸🌸

ur more than welcome to ignore if u dont write for uncannon illnesses 🫂

--🃏🌀⭐️ Jester

(P.S!!! if u decide to write for just like, two-three people, then please include bestgirl shadowheart 🖤)

This was so much fun to write !!! I wasn't familiar with it at first but i got so hooked on the idea !

Karlach:

The first time you cough up petals, Karlach doesn't notice. You're quick to hide the evidence, stuffing the delicate fragments of color into your sleeve as her attention is caught by something else in the camp. But as the days go by, the cough worsens, and more petals appear, vibrant and fragile, each one a sharp reminder of your feelings and the love you haven't dared to voice.

Karlach is the first to notice that something is wrong.

"You're coughing a lot lately," she says one morning, her voice filled with concern. Her fiery gaze scans you, her brow furrowed. "You're not catching something nasty, are you? If you keel over, who's gonna keep me sane in this mad world?"

You laugh it off, pretending it's nothing. A bit of dust in the air, a mild allergy, anything to deflect her concern. But Karlach isn't stupid. She watches you closely, and when you excuse yourself from dinner one evening, coughing violently into your hands, she follows.

She finds you behind a tree, bent over, a handful of petals spilling from your mouth. They glimmer softly in the moonlight, the edges of each one perfect, like a cruel mockery of beauty.

"Gods," Karlach whispers, her voice trembling. "What’s happening to you?"

You try to hide the petals, to brush them away, but it’s too late. Karlach rushes to you, her warmth radiating even in the cool night air.

"You’re sick!" she exclaims, gripping your shoulders. Her tail flicks in agitation. "What is this? Poison? A curse? We’ll find Shads, or Gale, or—"

"It’s not that simple," you manage between gasps.

Karlach's panic grows as you begin to explain, haltingly, about Hanahaki Disease. A cruel affliction born from unspoken, unrequited love. Her hands clench into fists, her flames sparking faintly, reflecting her frustration.

"Unrequited love?" she echoes, her voice soft but laced with disbelief. "You mean… you love someone, and you didn’t tell them?"

Your silence is answer enough. Her expression hardens, and for the first time since you’ve known her, Karlach looks genuinely angry—not at you, but at the injustice of the situation.

"Why the hell didn’t you say anything?!" she demands.

You look away, the weight of your emotions heavy on your chest. You’re about to speak when you cough again, violently this time, and petals tumble to the ground. Karlach freezes.

They’re red, vibrant and fiery. Her favorite color. Her favorite flower: crimson dahlias.

It takes her a moment to process, but when she does, her fiery demeanor falters. Her lips part, her eyes widening in realization.

"Wait… me?" she breathes, her voice almost inaudible.

You nod, unable to meet her gaze. The tension stretches between you, unbearable, until you feel Karlach’s hands cup your face, warm and steady. She forces you to look at her, her own eyes shimmering with something unreadable.

"Why didn’t you tell me?" she asks, her voice breaking slightly.

"I didn’t want to burden you," you admit, tears stinging your eyes. "You’ve already been through so much, and I didn’t want to make things harder for you."

Karlach shakes her head, her grip on you tightening. "You idiot," she says, her voice thick with emotion. "Do you think I’d ever let you suffer like this? Do you think you’re a burden to me?"

You start to respond, but she doesn’t let you finish. Instead, she kisses you. It’s fierce and desperate, filled with all the emotions she’s clearly been holding back. Her lips are warm, her flames subdued but still ever-present, wrapping you in a cocoon of heat.

When she finally pulls back, her eyes are blazing—not with fire, but with love.

"I love you," she says, the words spilling from her like a vow. "I’ve been too scared to admit it because I didn’t want to mess this up, but gods… I love you."

You’re left speechless, your heart pounding. The weight in your chest lessens, and for the first time in days, you take a deep, clear breath. No petals.

Karlach notices, a grin spreading across her face despite her tears. "Look at that," she says, laughing softly. "You’re already better."

You both sit there in the moonlight, her holding you close, as the realization of what just happened settles over you. She murmurs softly about how you’ll never go through something like this again, how she’ll always make sure you know exactly how much she cares.

And as her flames flicker softly around you, warming you to your core, you finally feel at peace.

Minthara:

The onset of the illness was slow, creeping into your life like an uninvited guest. You thought little of it at first: a dry cough here, a scratch in your throat there. It was easy to dismiss the signs in the chaos of your travels and battles, especially with Minthara by your side. She was fierce and steadfast, her presence alone enough to anchor you through the storm. But soon the symptoms grew worse.

You began coughing up petals—small, delicate things of an unnervingly familiar hue. White and gold, like the ethereal blooms Minthara kept tucked away in her personal satchel, plucked from her homeland's gardens. Nyvellan blooms, she called them once, her voice tinged with rare fondness as she described their beauty.

The first time Minthara saw you cough up one of these petals, she didn’t say much. A curious glance, a narrowing of her sharp eyes, but no words. It wasn’t until the coughing fits became more frequent, your steps faltering during marches, that her concern began to show.

It was late when Minthara pulled you aside, her voice low and commanding.

"You are not well," she stated, crossing her arms. Her silvery hair caught the moonlight, framing her expression of cold determination. "I have seen warriors collapse from less, and yet you persist in hiding this from me. Enough."

You tried to brush her off, laugh through the faint traces of blood that began to accompany the petals. But Minthara wasn’t having it. She grabbed your arm—not harshly, but firmly enough to root you in place. "Do not test my patience. I have seen death creep into the eyes of the strongest. Do not let it take you without a fight."

Her worry struck a chord in you, but how could you tell her the truth? That the disease blooming in your chest wasn’t some curse or poison but love itself? Love unspoken, unrequited—love for her.

Instead, you deflected.

"It's nothing," you said, your voice hoarse. "Probably just something I ate."

Minthara’s glare could cut through steel. "Do not lie to me."

But you lied anyway.

It wasn’t until days later, when Shadowheart offhandedly mentioned hanahaki disease, that Minthara pieced it together.

"A pitiful affliction," Shadowheart had said, her tone detached. "Born of unspoken longing. Fitting, isn’t it, that it slowly strangles those too cowardly to confess their love?"

Minthara’s heart froze. She didn’t believe in such frivolous maladies—until she did. Until she saw you again, coughing up petals that perfectly matched the flowers she adored.

That night, she confronted you again, but this time her voice was softer. Not pleading, but dangerous in its intensity.

"This is not poison," she said, holding up one of the crumpled petals you’d discarded in secret. Her eyes searched yours, demanding answers. "It is me, isn’t it? These flowers. They are my favorite. Speak plainly. Is this affliction mine to blame?"

Caught, you could only nod.

For the first time, Minthara faltered. Her lips parted as if to speak, but no words came. Her sharp, commanding presence softened into something unreadable—a mixture of guilt, disbelief, and something close to regret. She stepped closer, her fingers brushing against your cheek, her touch uncharacteristically gentle.

"You fool," she whispered, her voice low and wavering. "You would suffer this? For me?"

You tried to laugh, but it came out as a choked cough. "I didn’t think I had a choice."

Her hands moved to cradle your face, her eyes fierce yet tender. "You always have a choice. But why did you not tell me? Did you think I would cast you aside? That I would not care?"

You hesitated. "I didn’t want to risk losing you. Not when this…this might go away on its own."

Minthara shook her head, her expression hardening into resolve.

"You are a fool," she said again, but this time her voice was filled with something more profound. "But you are my fool. And if this disease takes you, it will not be because I stood idly by."

Without another word, Minthara pressed her lips to yours, the kiss fierce and unyielding. It was both a confession and a command, a declaration that she would not lose you to something as trivial as unspoken feelings.

When she pulled away, she rested her forehead against yours. "No more hiding. Whatever the outcome, we face it together. And if you think for a moment that you will slip away from me, I will hunt you down in every life to come."

You chuckled, despite the tears welling in your eyes. The tightness in your chest began to ease, the petals in your throat fading into memory. For the first time in weeks, you could breathe.

Minthara stayed by your side that night, her hand never leaving yours, a silent vow in her touch. You realized then that her love, fierce and unyielding as it was, had always been there—waiting for you to see it.

Lae'zel:

The coughs had started small—more of an inconvenience than anything else. You’d wave off the concerned glances from your companions, brushing away any inquiries with vague excuses about dry air or a minor illness. But as days turned into weeks, the fits worsened. They wracked your body with enough force to double you over, your hand pressed against your chest as though trying to hold yourself together. It wasn’t long before blood mixed with petals—delicate, crimson-edged petals, almost too beautiful to belong to something so cruel.

Lae’zel was the first to grow frustrated.

“You are a fool,” she hissed one evening, crossing her arms as you coughed into a cloth. "You weaken yourself and the group. If you cannot fight, you should return to camp and rest."

The accusation stung, though you knew it came from her fear—her inability to understand vulnerability. You’d seen it before, but this time it carried weight. This time, her words were tinged with genuine worry, buried under her gruff demeanor. You nodded weakly and promised to take care of yourself, hoping she wouldn’t press further.

It was during a sparring session that everything came to a head. You’d insisted on training despite Shadowheart’s protests and Lae’zel’s pointed glares. Your blade clashed with hers, the metallic ring echoing through the clearing. But midway through the exchange, a sharp pain tore through your chest. You staggered, clutching at your ribs, and fell to your knees as another violent cough erupted.

“Get up,” Lae’zel barked, stepping closer. “The enemy will not show you mercy for—”

Her voice trailed off as a cluster of blood-streaked petals spilled from your lips, scattering across the dirt like some grotesque offering. Her yellow eyes widened in shock, and for once, Lae’zel was silent. Shadowheart, drawn by the commotion, rushed over.

“What in the hells—” she started but froze at the sight of the petals. She exchanged a grave look with Lae’zel.

“Poison,” Lae’zel declared, her voice tight with anger. “Some coward has infected them. Or perhaps it is a curse?”

Shadowheart knelt beside you, examining the petals. “It’s not poison. This—this is something else. We need to get them to camp.”

Lae’zel didn’t argue. She hoisted you into her arms with ease, her grip firm but gentle as she carried you back. The others gathered around, their faces etched with concern, but Lae’zel barked at them to clear the way. Her jaw was set, her eyes flickering with a mix of anger and fear as she laid you down by the fire.

The petals kept coming, your breaths shallow and labored as the group deliberated. Gale, ever the scholar, was the one to piece it together. He explained the condition in hushed tones, his eyes full of pity as he spoke of unrequited love and its devastating consequences. Lae’zel’s face darkened.

“Love?” she spat, as though the word itself was a curse. “You are telling me this is some… weakness of the heart? That they are dying because of… affection?”

Her voice cracked at the end, betraying her confusion and anguish. She turned to you, crouching down so that her eyes met yours.

“Who?” she demanded, her tone sharp but her hands trembling as they hovered near your shoulder. “Who has done this to you?”

You tried to speak, but another cough interrupted, this one bringing up a single petal—a vivid red one with golden streaks. It fluttered down into Lae’zel’s palm, and she stared at it, her breath catching. It was a githyanki blossom. Her favorite flower.

The realization struck her like a blow. She froze, her eyes darting between the petal and your face.

“You…” she whispered, the word barely audible. “This… is for me?”

When you nodded weakly, her expression crumbled. For a moment, she seemed utterly lost, grappling with emotions she had no training to face. Then, without warning, she surged to her feet, pacing like a caged animal.

“This is madness,” she growled. “You should have spoken! You should have told me!”

Shadowheart, standing nearby, interjected. “Perhaps if you didn’t make yourself so unapproachable—”

“Silence, Shar worshiper!” Lae’zel snapped, her voice trembling. She turned back to you, her fists clenched at her sides. “Do you truly think so little of me? That I would let you die for… this?”

Lae’zel refused to leave your side after that. She barked orders at the others, demanding remedies and research. But more than that, she softened in her own way. She sat close to you, her hand hovering near yours as though afraid to touch. When the coughing fits came, she steadied you with surprising gentleness, her sharp tongue dulled by guilt and worry.

One night, when the camp was quiet, she spoke.

“You will not die from this,” she said firmly, though her voice wavered. “I will not allow it. If your heart is weak, then I will strengthen it. If it is pain you fear, then I will bear it with you.”

It wasn’t a confession—not exactly. But it was enough. For the first time in weeks, you felt a glimmer of hope. And as Lae’zel settled beside you, her fingers brushing against yours, you allowed yourself to believe that maybe, just maybe, this battle could be won.

Shadowheart:

Shadowheart was not easily rattled. She had been raised to endure, to press through pain and uncertainty without hesitation. But the moment you doubled over during your trek through the forest, coughing violently into your hands, she froze. The sound was raw, wet, and pained in a way that made even her steel-hardened heart skip a beat.

“Are you all right?” she asked, rushing to your side.

You waved her off weakly, insisting it was nothing, but the look in your eyes betrayed your discomfort. Shadowheart’s sharp gaze caught the faint smear of crimson staining your lips—and the delicate purple-black petals now scattered across your palm.

“What…?” Her breath hitched as she plucked one of the petals from your hand. “This—this isn’t normal. Did something poison you? Were you attacked without me noticing?” Her voice was firm, but beneath it lay a thread of panic.

You shook your head, trying to speak between coughs. “It’s… not poison.”

Her brows furrowed as she pocketed the petal, her mind already racing through her repertoire of healing spells and herbs.

“You don’t know that. You don’t know what it is. I—” She cut herself off, her voice cracking. “We need to get back to camp. You’re not dying. I won’t allow it.”

She practically carried you back, her protective instincts on high alert. In her eyes, the scenario only worsened. Each cough brought more petals, each more beautiful and eerie than the last. It wasn’t until she had you bundled in your bedroll, her hands glowing faintly with divine magic as she tried every healing spell she knew, that someone finally spoke the words that sent a chill through her.

“It’s not poison or sickness,” Gale said, his tone grave as he looked between the two of you. “It’s… hanahaki.”

“Hanahaki?” Shadowheart repeated, her hands pausing mid-incantation. “What is that? And why does it sound so ridiculous?”

“It’s a condition of the heart,” Gale explained carefully. “Unrequited love, to be specific. The afflicted cough up petals of flowers tied to their feelings. If left unresolved… well, it can be fatal.”

Shadowheart stiffened as the words sank in. She turned her gaze back to you, her mouth set in a grim line.

“Why didn’t you say anything? You could have—” She faltered, realization dawning. “You didn’t want anyone to know.”

You avoided her eyes, coughing weakly into the crook of your arm. More night orchid petals spilled forth, vivid and delicate, as if mocking the tension in the air.

Shadowheart stared at them, her mind whirling. Night orchids. Her favorite flower. The one she kept tucked in the pages of her journal, drawn in the margins of her maps. The one she had murmured about wistfully one night when you asked her about the things she loved, and she’d been just vulnerable enough to tell you.

Her heart sank.

“It’s me,” she whispered. “Isn’t it?”

You didn’t answer, but the look on your face was enough. The admission hung heavy in the air, a silent confirmation that felt like a blow to her chest.

Shadowheart rose abruptly, pacing to the edge of the campfire. She pressed her hands to her temples, struggling to make sense of the storm of emotions inside her.

“I thought you were dying,” she said finally, her voice low and trembling. “I thought I was going to lose you. And now I find out you’re—” She turned to look at you, her face etched with guilt and frustration. “Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you give me the chance to—”

She stopped herself again, shaking her head.

You reached out, your voice hoarse. “I didn’t want to burden you. It wasn’t your responsibility—”

Shadowheart cut you off, kneeling in front of you, her hands clutching yours with a fierce determination.

“Stop. Just stop. You’re not a burden, and this—” She gestured to the petals strewn between you. “This isn’t just some fleeting crush, is it?”

You shook your head, tears welling in your eyes.

“Then you should have told me,” she said, her voice softening. “Because the thought of losing you—whether to some disease or your own silence—is more than I can bear.”

Her hand cupped your cheek, her touch tentative but steady.

“You’re the one who pulled me back from the brink of doubt and despair more times than I can count. Let me do the same for you. Let me…” She hesitated, her own emotions threatening to overwhelm her. “Let me love you, as much as you clearly love me.”

Your breath hitched as her lips brushed against yours, tender and unhurried. The moment felt like a balm, soothing the ache in your chest and quelling the petals that had plagued you.

When she pulled back, a faint smile played on her lips. “There. Now you can stop coughing up flowers, though I wouldn’t mind if they were just for decoration next time.”

You laughed softly, the weight in your chest lifting for the first time in what felt like an eternity. Shadowheart pressed her forehead to yours, her voice a quiet murmur.

“No more secrets, all right? No more suffering alone.”

Jaheira:

The first time you coughed blood in Jaheira’s presence, she dismissed it as overexertion. After all, the path you walked—fighting relentless foes, delving into cursed crypts, and pushing yourselves to the brink for the good of the realm—didn’t leave much room for tenderness or rest. You both wore your wounds like a second skin. She handed you a rag, her expression a mix of mild annoyance and concern.

“Don’t overdo it, cub. Even the strongest vines snap if pulled too tight.”

You laughed weakly, brushing it off. She was right. You’d been too tired lately, your chest tightening painfully when she was near, your thoughts a whirl of what you could never tell her. Not when her heart still ached for the one she had lost. Khalid.

But the petals were harder to ignore.

The first bloom came late one evening around the campfire. A fit of coughing wracked your body, doubling you over. The others froze, their mirth over a shared story dissolving into alarm. Gale leaned in, brow furrowed, while Shadowheart grabbed her satchel of healing supplies. It was Jaheira, however, who knelt beside you, one hand on your back as you heaved.

When the petals tumbled from your lips, delicate and speckled with blood, silence fell. Gale reached for one, his fingers trembling slightly as he studied it.

“This… isn’t natural,” he murmured, as though afraid of the implications. Jaheira’s hand tightened on your shoulder.

“What have you gotten yourself into? Poison? A curse?” Her voice was stern, masking the fear in her eyes. “Tell me what you’ve done.”

“I—I don’t know,” you stammered, your throat raw. The petals scattered like confessions across the ground, their soft beauty at odds with the horror they represented.

Jaheira rose swiftly, commanding the group with her usual authority. “We find the source of this affliction. Now. Shadowheart, Halsin, assist me.”

For days, she worked tirelessly, gathering herbs and consulting every healer and scholar the group encountered. Her demeanor was sharp and businesslike, but her eyes betrayed her turmoil whenever you coughed again—when more petals spilled forth, vivid and soft, like tiny betrayals of your body. Every time she pressed you for answers, your silence wounded her further.

You wished you could tell her. But how could you confess that she was the reason? That the petals bore the hues of her favorite flower: deep golden marigolds, vibrant even in death. The disease fed on your unspoken love, choking you with everything you couldn’t say.

It was a quiet night when the truth finally came out. You’d coughed yourself awake, stumbling from your tent to avoid disturbing the others. The air was cool, the stars an uncaring audience as you doubled over by the stream, petals and blood pooling in your hands.

“For the love of the nine hells,” Jaheira’s voice was low but carried the weight of thunder.

She’d followed you, her arms crossed, though her face was shadowed with worry. She strode to you, her hand gripping your arm to steady you.

“Enough of this.” Her voice cracked, just slightly. “I’ve seen death take too many. I won’t watch it take you—not like this.”

You tried to pull away, but her grip held firm. “Jaheira, it’s not something you can fix.”

Her eyes narrowed, anger flaring. “Everything can be fixed. You’re not dying on my watch. I—” She stopped, her gaze falling to the marigold petals now stained red in the moonlight. Her lips parted slightly, and the silence between you grew sharp, tense.

“…These flowers…” Her voice was softer now, unsure. “Where have I seen these before?”

Her hand dropped from your arm as though burned. For a long moment, she stared at you, her usual composure stripped away. The realization hit her like a storm.

“Y/N…” she began, her voice unsteady. “This disease… it’s caused by—”

“Unrequited love,” you finished, the words tasting like ash. “It’s you, Jaheira. It’s always been you.”

She didn’t speak at first, her expression unreadable. For the first time, you saw cracks in her armor—the guilt, the grief, the love she’d buried for so long beneath duty and survival. She turned away, her shoulders trembling.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Because it’s not your burden to bear,” you replied. “You’ve lost so much already. I couldn’t… I didn’t want to hurt you.”

She whirled back to you, her eyes blazing. “And letting this kill you? That doesn’t hurt me?”

Your chest tightened further, the weight of her words heavier than the disease. “What could you have done? You don’t feel the same, Jaheira. And that’s fine. I’ll… I’ll live with it.”

“Clearly, you won’t,” she snapped, though her voice cracked at the end. She stepped closer, her hand brushing your cheek—hesitant, as though afraid you’d disappear. “You should have told me. You’re an idiot. A selfless, reckless idiot.”

Her touch was warm, grounding you even as your world spun.

“Jaheira…”

She sighed, pulling back. “I won’t lie to you. My heart is… complicated. But you? You mean more to me than I have allowed myself to admit.” Her gaze softened, a rare vulnerability slipping through. “I won’t let you die for such a foolish thing as loving me. We’ll find a way to heal this. Together.”

As i said previously this was so so fun to play with as a concept and can definitely see myself writing it for the boys as well. Hope you guys enjoyed it as well ! - Seluney xox

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[djtommotomlinson]

last november i was in china when my little brother called me and told me to come home. over summer my nan, my mums mum, had passed away before i had managed to get back to see her and my mum, my best friend in the world, had a heart attack soon after. i was with her then. we went to the funeral. she got better. we saw robbie williams live. we went out drinking and to the beach and watched coyote ugly and la la land together, our fave movies.

when my brother called me to tell me mum had cancer i knew it was bad. i lost my best friend to cancer when we were just 16 years old. thats never a good word. but its my mum. and to quote her days after her own mums death 'i always knew one day my mum would die but i never knew she would, like, actually die'.

i knew in the back of my head why i was going home but i didnt believe it. i watched spiderverse for like the third time on the plane. i went to grab my suitcase and laughed when i realised i was at the wrong shanghai - gatwick conveyor belt. who knew there were two at almost the same time.

then my brother, my baby brother, who is 30 next year but was 28 and always our baby brother, called me and my life is never ever going to be the same. i knew the moment he called. and i sat on the floor at gatwick airport shaking and people kept coming over to ask if i was okay and finally my sister and my aunties, my mums sisters, arrived and they were let into the baggage area when they explained and picked me off the floor.

i dont think this is a grief that has settled yet. i was meant to see louis that night. i havent listened to a song by him since despite his music getting me through some of my hardest times. my denial, she'll walk through the door and say this was all a joke, phase went on for months after we planned and executed a funeral and wake on the beach in malta. i made a great playlist, i wrote a great eulogy. i did that but it didnt properly sink in why.

i still, almost a full year on, wake up and think about messaging her to tell her how im feeling and check in on her.

my mum used to send me one direction news she found on facebook every day. harrys got a new album emmy did you know? and i was like no mum wow thank you (of course i already knew). she loved niall and we were going to see him live together. she wasnt a big fan of louis' music but ached for what he'd been through. i woke up the day after hearing about liam expecting a text from her checking in because she got me 1d tickets in 2014 for my 23rd birthday and she brought me merch and the dvd of the movie -

my mum who hated the beatles because they were too mainstream but loved what i loved because i loved it and was passionate about it. god she would have been crushed for me today. she would have been heart broken.

and i think this has hit me like a train not only because everyone who knows me knows how much i loved liam as if he was my own friend, but also because this past year has been so full of grief i dont always know how to get out of bed. my dads mum passed a few months ago. my family are wrecked with it. this past year has been a nightmare we can't get out of.

i always related to liam as someone who was bullied at school and as someone who suffers from mental illness and has suffered from alcoholism, thankfully, for me, something ive managed to come back from and im sober and i always hoped for that for him. its such a hard fucking mountain to climb and i didn't have to deal with the fame side of it and this whole other thing he had to carry. i always wanted him to get better but in the back of my head i had this feeling, i had this fear that i would one day log into tumblr and see the worst.

i still cant, and im sure for a long time won't, believe this real. thats one of my boys. we were very much meant to get old together. i wanted to see him get better. i cant begin to comprehend the fact he wont have that chance. this still doesnt feel real to me man. thats my boy.

just a few days ago I was in a convenience store and they were playing heart meets break and i was jamming and excited to hear my boy in a store. i keep remembering its happened, and i look at the photo on my bedside of me and my mum at the robbie williams concert and i could really do with her right now. a link to a facebook article and her over use of emojis - a shocked and crying face and a broken heart. because what else can express this?

i know i didnt know him but i always had the comfort of knowing of him, of listening to his music and watching his videos and feeling less alone in a cruel and lonely world.

its okay to be a fucking mess, if you can take time out please do. i wish this world allowed more of that. after my mum everyone had to go back to jobs and life and it still blows my mind that i was walking down the street then and today and everything was the same. the world should pause but it doesn't.

at the end of all of this, one day this might settle and make sense but right now it doesnt at all and thats how these things work. i love you all, this is not something i thought we would have to face until we had all grown old and spent all of our money on reunion tickets and seen our boys grow old and live their lives.

give people you love a hug, tell people you love that you care about them, work out problems and differences if you can and make the most of it. you never know how much time you have.

[katsukikoi]

Hi Atlas, can I request a headcanon of how the Jujutsu Kaisen boys would react when you stand up for them when someone's talking bad about them.

If it's possible, can you do Gojo, Toji and Choso? I feel like they would be the type of people who usually don't care about what people say about them, but when their partner stands up for them and defends them, they just feel really nice and wondered what they did to deserve someone like you. Thank you! 🥹

Hi sweetheart, ill try my best!

Characters; Gojo, Toji and Choso

warnings; non.

y/n so is sweet, so sweet.

So when she get over protective with Gojo, he gets so swooned.

Gojo, wouldn't think about how others care, in fact he would just take it as a joke and his ego would grow, smirking and smiling.

But, when his little girlfriend gets all protective all because of someone talking shit about him, he wouldn't stop teasing her about it.

"The only reason why your girlfriend is with you is because you have looks and money, you lack a personality. Gojo Satoru." They sneered, Dragging out his name in hate, making gojo only smirk, with a shrug waving them off. It hurt a bit, they weren't wrong, he has the looks and money. He knows that, its engraved in his brain since he was a teen. Spoilt, cocky and dam good looking.

It wasn't different, everyday was like this, it wasn't new to him.

y/n heard them, she glared. Hard. Making the attacker shudder.

"well, i have never heard something so incorrect. Toru' has personality, more than you do. Your only a 2nd grade sorcerer, and your older. Please, do tell me about that? wasn't toru' the one who saved you from a low graded curse the other day? are you really insecure? " y/n calmly spoke, side eying them the whole time as she basically dismissed them

"how embarrassing." she spat out, with a sickeningly sweet smile her hands crossed in a traditional kimono. She wore white, with beautiful blue to match Satoru’s eyes.

The other sorcerer shamefully looked down as they scampered away tail inbetween their legs.

"huphm" she huffed, she turned to look at Satoru, not realising he was already looking at her with a awe struck face.

"baby.." he spoke, whispering as he felt a new emotion he hasnt felt since geto. y/n looked up, blinking as she watched his face, he giggled, picking her up and spinning.

"gojo! what the hell are you doing?" she laughed, putting her forehead with his. Letting him peppering her face. making her giggle more at his antics. She tried to push him off, but couldnt. "i love you" was blabbered out of his mouth as he kissed her face.

Satoru Gojo, would never do that to anyone, but now that he has y/n. He would never let her go, he felt so loved and warm on the inside.

Toji doesn't care about how people talk about him, having been around it everyday even before his girlfriend, and son.

Toji was a strong, very strong man, but he is so weak with his women. It was no surprise that he was flabbergasted and weak to his knees. The way she would carry herself and his son; megumi. God, he was so in love.

"Toji Zenin, you have grown weak, that women has made you weak." the higher ups would nag and nag, toji would just shrug them off as he made them no mind.

"soon your lover, will leave you and your son." The higher up spoke, smugly as if he knew his family. This would make Toji's mind click, and think. "really?" he said, in this mind, he would never say it has he laughed it off.

It wasn't until the said women came in holding young megumi's hand, " oi! stop terrorising my husband huh? you stupid old man. Im surprised that you dont have family with your age." she spoke, now picking up little megumi as he giggled, holding his step mother as he did so. y/n walked pass as she tapped her boyfriends chest, kissing his bicep as she passed.

She looked back at the stuttering and gawking man. "can i help you?" she asked, sassily. Popping her hip as Toji, slowly wrapped a hand around her hip, he wouldn't stop looking at her, smirking as he realised that he wants to marry this women. His gaze shifted from her to megumi who was crawled up on her.

The higher up now long gone as he huffed and walked off.

"Toji, dear are you--" she started as she quickly got pulled into a messy kiss. "Toji..?" she spoke, pulling away as she batted her half-lidded eyes.

Toji laughed as he pulled this family with him, his whole world. " didn't needa' do that sweets." he spoke, pulling her closer. As close as he can as she fitted into his hip, molding with his own body. Fitting nicely.

"well, i didnt like how they were talking about you, s'all." she spoke, shyly as she bopped megumi's nose and kissed it.

"husband huh?" his smile, turning into a wide smirk.

Choso never cared about what the other curses said, only caring about his little brother Yuji and his women y/n.

Choso never recognised anyone else words but y/n's.

He was swooning when he first saw her talking to his little brother, he was shy at first. But as they grew together, he now doesn't stop, grabbing, kissing, touching, talking. Wherever she was, he close by. Watching out for his clumsy women.

“watch where your going you stupid curse.” a teenager spat at the man who looked at him then back at his women, he moved past him as he went to embrace his girl. Who was talking with yuji, smiling as she did so.

“oi! im talking to you!” The teen used 3rd grade jujutsu, ready to attack the man. Not before y/n used her own jujutsu to shield the weak attack. “your an idiot, go back to class.” she spoke, glaring down as she did so. She flicked his head rolling her eyes, “fucking waste of time. Im surpised gojo-sensei saw something in you, beacuse i surely dont.” she mocked, makimg the teen frown. But he listened, running back to his friends embarrassed.

Choso, blinked. Looking back and forth at the scene. He felt his heart flutter, smiling softly at the women.

He turned her by the loop of her belt, He leaned in to give her a peck on the lips. “choso?” she whispered on his lips.

“thank you, you didnt need to baby girl.” he smiled.

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i hope you enjoyed and i pray that was your liking, ots not really a hc, its more of a imagine type thing! if you don’t like it, i can redo it!

( requests are open! look at my page for the rules <3 )

much love, atlas. 💣✨

[cowboy-robooty]

Love your HCs <3!!! And your art!!!!!!!! Le Question: is Romano 99.99999% straight like Veneziano? What's his sexuality journey like? If you don't mind sharing your thoughts. Is it as weird as Veneziano's pre school BF then pussy for a millennium. Thank youu

FIRST) THANK YOUU MANAJW i always feel surprised when i remember it isnt just me and my 3 friends on da world wide web that like my stuff <:') ARIGATO! FROM ME! *points at me* TO YOU! *points at you*

Anyways now SECOND) i think romano knows he likes girls and actually is nice to them and tries to rizz them its just hes cringe fail so i actually think hes a total virgin whos never dated anyone ever bc hes so aids. i think he doesnt really see guys as an option not because of sexuality but more because hes too busy trying to catch a girl he aint even got TIME to think about other fish types we go one type at a time. like when he goes i would never date anyone in the g8 its not because theyre boys its because "theyre stupid and annoying and ugly and should kill themselves and one of them is my fucking brother" romano is a boy kisser its just that never gets addressed because he hates all the men around him too much. i also think he kinda likes the idea of a girl more than actually dating a girl because 1) he doesnt take into account that girls actually can fart (60% why he thinks theyre so angelic and wunderbar) and 2) he desperately wants to be popular asf like italy so hes like ITALY BANGS CHICKS EVERYDAY SO OBVIOUSLY THERES GOTTA BE SOME SECRET SAUCE IN THERE. but i think he never in his life ends up dating a girl because they all reject his ass bc he fumbles so hard and then prussia activates his yandere gene and he gets loyal asf (but still demented and terrible. basically nothing changes other than him no longer hitting on girls) so woooooo I THINK THE LABLE HE USES IS "normal" (he is anything except normal)

*read tags if u wanna see why i changed my mind. actually romano uses da lable

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BISEXUAL! **judge gavel slams down**

SENTENCE: 10 THOUSAND HOT POCKETS!

[shokoppipan]

Miya Osamu | Headcannons | Relationship

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ᝰ.ᐟ osamu x gn!reader

ᝰ.ᐟ sfw <33

ᝰ.ᐟ First headcannons so ples dont roast me :b

ᝰ.ᐟ Which Haikyuu character do you wanna see next? Comment down below! ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

Miya Osamu Headcannons ── .✦

꩜ He’s a good cook (obviously), helps Moma Miya in cooking, he can also bake but not as good

꩜ Gets his cooking ideas from YT videos or something he tried from scrops on a whim

꩜ He’s a deep sleeper, stays up late often, but wakes up early

꩜ Unlike Atsumu, he rarely gets sick, and Osamu takes care of his brother when he has like a cold

꩜ He’s the type of guy to have a short temper, but is not really noticed with his cool demeanor

꩜ As seen of fights with him and Atsumu, he he gets more physical than verbal (abuse) and is hell lot stronger than Atsumu (I stand with that yes, look at how he FUCKED UP Atsumu in their last fight)

꩜ I personally think that him going on a different path than Atsumu is fully supported by their mother, but she did ask him something like “Are you sure?”, since she knows that it also means it will seperate the two, not like she dislikes of the idea of him choosing a different career

꩜ Usually the one following with his brothers antics

꩜ He probs said/says more cuss words than Atsumu

꩜ He probably fell when he was on the top bunk of their bed thats why he now sleeps on the lower bunk

꩜ He’s more of a dog person (He probs like a Husky, Labrador or Samoyed)

꩜ Bro is a SNITCH I tell you, even if he was the one at fault he blames it on Atsumu

꩜ He has a long attention span bro can just sit there and think about food

꩜ Bro is someone who just keeps his feelings to himself because he does not know how to express himself, but pretty sure Atsumu knows when sumthins wrong with his twin

꩜ Listens to Atsumu yap about stuff.

꩜ He has a tad bit inferiority complex due to the fact that he’s always compared to Atsumu

꩜ When they have arguments, he’s the one to initiate first cause Atsumu being the baby he is (even tho he’s older) doesn’t budge, so Osamu lets it cool down a bit and after a while hands something he cooked to his bro then they dont take abt it anymore

꩜ Bro is one to give BOMBASTIC SIDE EYE whenever he hears fangirl comments or whenever someone trashtalks Atsumu (he’s the only one who can)

꩜ Bro only ever goes to the internet to watch cooking shows or Gordon Ramsay

꩜ He doesn’t like the idea of being swarmed over by people (ESPECIALLY FANGIRLS)

꩜ Bro is Arctic Monkeys, Chase Atlantic and The Weekend coded, he probs listens with Suna since they have the same music taste

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RELATIONSHIP Headcannons ── .✦

꩜ Lets start of with his type:

- Ill say this now and I will stand for it, it doesnt matter what body type his s/o have. He loves you for you. But I’m pretty sure he loves someone who’s chubby. I mean just sayin ╮(︶▽︶)╭

- He loves someone who’s also a food lover. Someone who doesnt get embarass on what they eats

- He likes someone who’s more initiative than him, like someone who just randomly pulls him and does spontaneous activities like cooking, baking, hiking, whatever

- I bet he likes someone with a talkative or more extroverted attitude than him.

- Extra points for someone who KNOWS how to cook and can make good dishes

- Someone who’s simple and who knows how to appreciate simple things

꩜ This man? LOVER BOY. No questions

꩜ Probably just had one to none relationship cause he believes that when you date, it automatically leads to getting married in the future

꩜ Is one to watch romantic movies just to learn how to woo a girl (me Im that girl)

꩜ Osamu is the type of person to be very distant when someone tries to flirt with him thats NOT his s/o (like girl get yo ass outta my face) and does his disgusted look

꩜ I personally think he has trust issues because the first rs he had or probably the first person he liked only wanted to date him only to get close to his brother :(

꩜ Bro KNOWS how to sing, like he has this low tone husky voice, and whenever you’re sleepy he hums as he pats your shoulder lightly, or whenever he’s in the kitchen cooking

꩜ Bro is a WHOLE GREEN FOREST trust me like he’s very observant to the little things about you, he would even know you’re favorite flower first before he gives you a boquet

꩜ Love language is quality time or acts of service, sometimes gift giving and physical touch, bro believes action speaks louder than words

꩜ He’s not one to be very good with words, but when it comes to it, he gives you very comforting patts and hugs, his hands drawing circles on your back n stuff

꩜ He might not be academically smart but his emotional intelligence is like high HIGH

꩜ BACK. HUGS. IN. THE. KITCHEN.

꩜ Pet names either “Baby” or “Darlin” sometimes he calls you “Honey”

꩜ Holds your hand everytime he has the chance to

꩜ This man (timeskip) always has you on his passanger seat and grabs your thighs when he he’s focused on driving

꩜ I just know this guy brags you off to Atsumu and annoying him about it

꩜ He takes you out on a date to like shop or sumthin, but trust me, in special occasions like on your anniversary, he wont treat you out, rather he has like a whole resto at home and all your favorite dishes are served there with candles and shi

꩜ Grocery dates? Coffen dates? YES. ITS A MUST.

꩜ Bro can’t keep his hands to himself and almost always touches you everytime he has that change, and he’s so smug about it HELP

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[hearts401]

I honestly hate how the fandom treats Michael as a hero and I'm seeing posts about it so I feel a liiiittle better talkign about it

my moots are holding back, i can tell. but hes my favorite so im not. and im a little pissed writing this bc. bc i relate to cc a lot. and seeing ppl mischaracterize not only my favorite character but also someone who reminds me of people who fucking suck drives me INSANE.

so psa, im pissed as fuck and i love michael afton.

First off, he killed Evan. That's obvious. Not only was that literall 100% his fault (NOT WILLIAMS IT PISSES ME OFF WHEN PPL MAKE THAT ALL ABOUT WILLIAM SHUT THE FUVCK UP

he was a bully. yeah he was a kid. yeah he was messing with him. Have you considered he was literally. abusive to his brother. i know the fnaf fandom is scared of using that word to describe him but its fucking true. he was abusive. as fuck. that was awful what he did he wasnt just a bully he harassed him and literally locked him in his room. he was fucking horrible.

and yeah, he didnt mean for that to happen, but not only was that stupid as fuck, i hate any interpritation of "he wanted to be like his dad" "his friends coerced him" PLAY FNAF 4. PLAY FNAF 4. FUCKING PLAY FNAF 4 LOOK AT HIS DIALOGUE AND WHAT HE DOES

HE LITERALLY. EGGED IT ON. IT WAS HIS FUCKING IDEA. WHAT PART OF THAT GAVE "he was coerced" THUSHFUDFUDSIOFDUSOFDSIOS

im trying to be normal

Yeah he probably felt like shit after. yeah it probably was some sort of motivator behind his actions. but lets think. lets think.

fnaf 1 and 2 take place before SL, no? So. if thats true. why didnt he burn those down? to "free the souls?" because it was never about the children.

he burned down the fnaf 3 location to get rid of william. it was ALWAYS abotu william. sure he set the kids free but i reeeeaaallyy dont think that was his intention. it was always about william.

in sister location, did he go there out of the kindness of his heart? no he went there because william asked him too. it was ALWAYS about william. and yeah he probably wanted to help liz, he probably really wanted to help her, but based on his actions, was this really for her? or was it for closure

thats something about michael that i put in shitty brother. closure. he didnt actually want to reconcile with his family, he wanted closure on the guilt he felt. is that 100% wrong? no. its normal to want closure, especially after something like that. but also that should not be his goal

did he apologize? yes. he said sorry. he felt bad, sure. but when you kill someone tehy dont come back. evan deserves to never forgive him ever because that was dumb as fuck and HORRIBLE. IT WAS HORRIBLE. ABUSIVE. ILL SAY IT AGAIN

MICHAEL AFTON ABUSED HIS LITTLE BROTHER FOR NO FUCKING REASON.

yeah. abused. say it with me. A-B-U-S-E-D

not just bullied, not just harassed, ABUSED.

ik we're all scared to say it here but its fucking true. say it with ur chest.

this always came back to william. do i thinkk michael is unfeeling and doesnt care about his siblings at all? NO! I think his siblings drove a lot of his actions. but in the end i dont think he always acted with their best interest at heart. or the mci kids'

and the whole "he wanted to be like his dad" i dont fucking care actually. no seriously sit down beside me and tell me that wanting to be like his dad is an excuse for abusing his brother. seriously come closer i wont bite.

tell me how you think that AS A TEENAGER, 100% AWARE OF HIS ACTIONS, that wanting to be like his dad justifies abusing his little brother. his little brother. who as far as we know, never lashed out, never fought back, never did anything to him. tell me how he fucking deserved that

"Michael was just a kid!" so was Evan. So was Elizabeth. So was Cassidy and Charlie and all the kids who died.

tell me how much michael did that didnt revolve around closure and his father. like i get it, he had priorities, but can we please stop acting like he's some angel working for the greater good of everyone.

it feelslike how ppl treat fucking henry. NO HES NOT A GOOD PERSON PLEASE

MICHAEL IS SELFISH HE'S MESSY HE'S STUPID. HE MAKES BAD CHOICES IN FAVOR OF HIMSELF HE PRIORITIZES REVENGE OVER THE GREATER GOOD HE HURTS PEOPLE AND IT MAKES HIM SO MUHC MORE INTERESTING

oh and also in case anybody wants to pull dittophobia out and tell me how mike went thru that trauma

so did evan. and instead of bonding over that trauma, michael harassed him. ABUSED HIM. wording is important. im sorry for repeating myself so much, but nobody ever tells it how it is. it was abuse.

edit: People seem upset by my wording and honestly? fair. i couldve worded this a lot better but i was tired and irritated and one thing i will clarify

i dont care if u dont see adult michael the way i do. i see him as a selfish obsessive guy whos intent is to fix his family, but plenty of people see it differently and thats okay! /gen

but im not taking back anythign i said about teen michael. because i think to do that is unfair to his character and frankly bullshit. i think its bullshit. and i dont care if you disagree. he was a terrible brother and thats that

but adult mike is free real estate idk idrc abt him as much as teen mike.

[heeseungismymanz]

𝑀𝓎 𝒲𝒶𝓎

Synopsis: You and heeseung have been dating for about 3 months now. You both were the most popular people on the entire campus. It was all fine until you two got in a fight because of his ex. But now you have to go your own 𝒲𝒶𝓎.

Mentioning: All of enhypen (heeseungs friendgroup), yunjin lsfm (y/n bestie), yunah illit (heeseungs sister and your bestie), karina aespa (y/n bestie), keeho p1h (y/n ex), yeji itzy ( heeseungs ex ),more..

Pairing: Popular bf!Heeseung x Popular gf!Fem Reader

Taglist: @mitmit01 @mimisxs

Tropes: Loving to Hatred, Lovers to Exes, Friends to Enemies

BOLD = CANT BE TAGGED

Warnings: Cursing,Fighting,love language is pt so will hug,cuddle alot,nothing much,idrk! Tell me if i forgot something!

SFW MINORS ALLOWED!!

°•More under cut•°

"How am i grounded AGAIN and i have a basically broken leg?!" you ask while literally about to cry. Your at your dad's house and all you wanted to do was meet up with your boyfriend. And YOU personally didnt see a problem with it. But your dad did. "아빠는 그냥 친구예요! (dad hes just a friend!)" You yell. The only response he has is "그럼 지금 우리 친구에게 키스하는 건가요? (so we are kissing friends now?)" What was he talking about? Didnt he or like mom kiss their friends on the cheek when they were younger? Well Heeseung isnt just a friend but whats the big deal? You how old like 17? Does he want you to die single or something?. You didnt physically say it but in your mind you said "무슨 일이 있어도 나는 학교에 갈 것이다. (whatever im going to school.)"

Now your walking to school. May i mind you with a sprained ankle (that is NOT breaking your leg but wtv) and all you hear is "she really is weak!" or "ew her personality is giving ugly but her face is giving pretty!" those insults were WEAK to you and were super childish so you just walked by not giving a single fuck. Soon you made it to class. And the first class had to be math. Heeseung and Yeji sitting in a corner laughing ,smiling and just talking. Then your friends sitting in another death-staring them. You take a seat with YOUR friends and Heeseung's friends. "Hey guys!" You say smiling hiding the fact your annoyed seeing Heeseung and his EX together. "Hey ynnie!" Yunjin says first. You smile then use your phone texting Heeseung "Hey can we talk soon after class?" You see the bubble typing to see a new message "Sure.." What does he mean "Sure.." he's supposed to be the kind, loving boyfriend he always had been. Annoyed you decide to talk to Jake because who doesnt like talking to your boyfriends friend? "Hey jakey!!" You say loud enough for Heeseung to hear. "Oh hi yn!" he says smiling back with his big puppy like smile. "Wanna eat lunch together?" You also say really loud to the point Jay and Sunghoon asks "Can we join?!" at the exact same time. "Sure! Id love to eat with all of you. How bout all of us including Yunjin, Karina, and Yunah join and meet at that boba cafe near by!" You say smiling really big at Jake for no absolute reason then looking back to the others. "OOH YES!" Karina says. "Seems like a good plan" Yunah says. "I should invite hee-" Yunah trys to say "Oh no its fine hes with Yeji anyway. Im sure they have plans together for lunch!" You say practically aiming for them to not come while also cutting off Yunah. "Oh true! Plus we havent been all together for a while like this." Sunghoon adds. "Okay ill text the address." You say. "Also i cant go to any parties for like a week so :/" You add on. "What AGAIN?!" Jay asks. "Yeah i got in trouble for sneakin out tryna meet with someone i shouldnt see." Then the teacher walks in Yappa yappa yappa.

Heeseung texts you. "Lets talk now?" he asks. "Sure meet me at my locker." You text back. Honestly your really scared to the point you might even pee or poop your pants. You havent talked to him ever since the fight. So you dont really know what to say. You lowkey zone out for a few minutes til heeseung shows up. "What do you want?" He asks obviously NOT wanting to be there. "Why the fuck are you with Yeji? Am i NOT your girlfriend?" You asked him quite literally deathstaring him. "Listen she's better anyway like why'd you try punching her?" he asks as if he's trying to avoid the question. "Punching? So i started punching now?!" You say kind yelling in the school hallway. "WHY DOES IT MATTER TO YOU?!" He asks still avoiding the question. "Heeseung its my way or hers. Choose." You say literally annoyed to the point you might drop kick him like a kickball. "And what if i choose hers?" He says. "Im done with this fucking bullshit see me out of this relationship. All i was trying to ask was why your flirting with your ex!" You yell. "OH IM FLIRTING NOW?!" He yells back in defense. At this point Sunghoon, Jake, Jay, Karina, and Yunjin found you and Heeseung. You quite literally almost punched him but then Karina, and Jay held you back. Then you black out.

Now your in the nurses office. All you remember was Karina and Jay holding you back. Nothing more nothing less. The nurse walked in. " Yoon Yn im sorry to say this but you have bruises and have a serious head injury that might not heal really fast because you've been hit in the head by Heeseung." That fucking bitch. How'd you even like a man like that? All because you tried Sneakin out tryna meet with someone you shouldnt see. Wait when did you even meet him?

AN: What an interesting way to end a chapter. Why is heeseung lowkey a bitch in this chapterrrr. Im so sorry i havent been updating but it's because my sports. I literally have volleyball games back to back every week.

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[bar-cat73]

This is very important for me to know…

What’s your take on one-sided radiostatic as well as their dynamic in general?

Ooooo let me think 🤔🤔🤔

Tbh as much as I love watching those silly gooses…YOU COULD CUT THE TENSION WITH A KNIFE 🔪🔪‼️‼️‼️

We know Alastor likes to be this way with everyone, push people’s buttons and watch them short circuit, but vox is taking this PERSONALLY‼️‼️

and I know damn well it’s not just cuz he’s pissy abt Alastor rejecting his offer to join his team. So let’s get into some theory’s~~~

One of my personal favorites however~~~

(and imo one of the most realistic)

✨ One sided radio static✨

Vox fell head over heels for this adorable psychotic monster (who wouldn’t) and Alastor broke his heart. WHY IS THIS A POSSIBILITY❓❗️‼️ SURELY YOU CANT BE SERIOUS

WELL I AM AND ILL TELL YOU BUT DONT CALL ME SURLEY 😏😏😏

So I don’t think it’s been confirmed by Viv but google says Vox is bisexual and with this being a very diverse queer show I’d say there’s a PRETTYYYYYY good chance

from what we’ve seen of the degenerate television he’s a charismatic, not so educated, formal attitude, power craving showman. He acts big and bad, like he has any sort of control over anything, but as soon as someone mentions the radio demon SHIT. HITS. THE. FAN.

LOOK AT HIS FACE❓‼️ U CANT SIT HERE AND TELL ME HE AINT SHITTING IS PANTS RN

HES SCARED. HES NERVOUS. HES VULNERABLE.

BUT WHY. that’s the LAST thing you need to be as an overlord, especially a weak one. (Sorry Vox)

My theory is when our little silly goose saw this beautiful triangle ass after his overnight carnage-

he was hooked, hooked, HOOKED.

of course being the childish piss baby that he is, I wouldn’t think he would’ve DIRECTLY confessed. Only small subtle hints and YOU KNOW Alastor was looking like this the entire time-

But my Voxie baby is fucking clueless, doesn’t get the hints and Alastors done with his shit so when Vox FINALLY musters up the BALLS to ask him to join the Vs he kindly declines and it’s assuming he took it personally ever sense…

after all who was ALASTOR to decline this offer, a chances with the VEES❓‼️ HOW. DARE. HE.-

I mean obviously ANYONE would take the offer of becoming one of the VEES, “the most powerful overlords, amazing, blah blah blah” but you know at the end of the day they don’t have power over SHIT at least not compared to THEM.

In conclusion, I can confirm one sided radio static is canon because I was alastors microphone and I can’t wait to see more of the sillies. 💃💃💃

Extra: I LOVE Alastor and Voxs rivaling opinions on technology, the radio and television are both so alike yet so different and I love how that’s portrayed in these characters.