#living rent free in everyone's minds 24/7

[gayofthefae]

Will haunting the narrative as both the innocent who was wrongfully destroyed AND the one that got away.

Season 2 Will impacting everything Mike does from that point forward just as much as Will's death impacts everyone.

El thinks of him when she confronts Brenner about the mind flayer, we know things like that. But Mike also thinks of him when he tells El he loves her.

They're all thinking of him. The last time they saw him.

The way he was never the same.

But Mike is thinking about the last time he saw him.

Losing him.

The way they were never the same.

(The way he can't get him back)

Yes, Will's disappearance changed everyone's trajectory forever. But he also changed Mike. He also made Mike's personal and romantic life impossible to return to after him.

He haunts more than just the people who mourn his death.

(The sole purpose of Mike's season 2 separation from El in the first place is so that he can never truly go back after Will)

[redr0sewrites]

Loki x reader General Hcs

this was... spontaneous! but i said i'd write for marvel and theres no better time than the present. PLEASE send in marvel requests🙏

🥀Cw: fluff, smut, switch!loki, little teensy bit of angst if u squint

🥀minors dni with the nsfw portion

sfw:

loki is a naturally guarded person, and is very intelligent and clever. he's not one to let his guard down easily and isn't used to dealing with true romantic feelings, so you are obviously very special to him

loki is incredibly intelligent and good at reading people, along with being very charismatic. he's used to charming people to get his way, and he very, very rarely shows his true feelings unless he trusts you. he cares a lot about your opinion, and a part of him really, really wants to please you

at first, it's hard for even loki to tell whether his feelings for you are genuine, and he gets completely tongue tied around you. he wants to be around you all the time, and he admires you a lot

when it comes to actually dating loki, please be patient!!! he will only truly begin to let his guard down around you over time, and he believes that you'll only find him irritating. he definitely has a big "hurt them and push them away before they hurt you", type of mentality, and when he first realizes how much he cares for you he will probably avoid you for a little

everyone knows loki loves attention, and that is no different in a relationship. he is both touch starved and touch disgusted as he doesn't want to appear vulnerable, but craves any sort of intimacy that you offer

very thoughtful, and he remembers every little detail about you. you mention how much you like a certain candy? you miraculously find those candies in your room. you tell him about an important event coming up that you're stressing about? he reminds you about it the day before. you tell him your favorite gemstone? well, you better believe that every piece of jewelry he gives you includes that gem. loki knows your favorite song, your favorite book, your favorite movie, and any and everything else about you that he deems important. you live rent free in his mind 24/7

loki loves matching with you, and he loves when you wear his signature colors. he's always complimenting you and your style, and his heart flutters a little when you ask him what he's wearing for an important event coming up so that you two can coordinate

i don't even think i can pick a love language for him, he loves giving and receiving any form of affection and you two are probably attached at the hip

HE WOULD PASS THE ORANGE PEEL TEST. loki is absolutely the type to lace up your shoes for you, making a corny joke about how he "doesn't want you falling for anyone else". he uses magic to help you a lot, and especially loves your guys' night routines

loki is nooot a morning person, and loves snuggling with you. whenever you both have to get up in the morning he's always pulling you back into bed, nuzzling into your neck and begging for "five more minutes". he's also always very groggy in the morning and won't remember most of what he does when half asleep. he's very honest as well, and says lots of sappy things whenever he's sleepy. on the rare occasion that you sleep in later than him, he loves kissing you awake and pressing kisses all over your fave!

loki naturally runs very cold, but doesn't feel cold if that makes sense. to you his skin is absolutely FREEZING, but he just feels normal. however there are times where he runs insanely hot and there is absolutely no in between. he's either freezing or burning up, and it's both a little sad and a little amusing. there are times where the cold gets to him and loki will be more clingy than usual, claiming that he needs you to warm him up. other times he will practically walk around naked, too overstimulated and hot to even touch you

loki is a lot more anxious then he seems, and will sometimes just freak out over little things when in reality its a bunch of big things piling up one after another. he never ever means to take it out on you, and even when he's reached his limit he would never hurt you, but it can still be frustrating when he gets mad at you for a simple mistake. he always apologizes and takes accountability tho, and is very careful not to hurt your feelings bc he's very afraid you'll leave him. PLEAAASEEE REASSURE HIM :((((

loki is very chatty and loves talking to you about anything and everything. from in depth psychological conversations to simple "how was your day" conversations, he just cherishes getting to be able to talk to you

nsfw

look me in the eyes and tell me he's not a switch. i definitely see him as being capable of both being a dom and a sub, and i think it really depends on your guys' moods

when he's a dom, i think loki can fluctuate on how mean or rough he is. i do see him being a more degrading or rough dom but i also think he can be a lot softer as well, and more of a pleasure dom. again, i think it all comes down to your preferences

when he's a sub, loki is definitely bratty. he loves being put in his place and getting a little roughed up, but there are also times where he just wants to relax and be taken care of. when he gets in his own head too much and is irritated after a long day he'll be a lot more pliant and willing to just let you take care of him. PLEEEASSSE praise him and pamper him when he's like this, he'll melt like putty in your hands

PRAISE + DEGRADATION!!! BOTH WAYS!!!! he absolutely has a huge praise kink and definitely praises you a looot during sex, but i also see him being a bit mean with his praise and mixing in some degrading words as well. either way he's a wonderful dirty talker and he probably has a voice kink too, considering how often he whispers in your ear (and enjoys it when you do the same).

i also think loki would be into bondage, again, both ways. theres something so delicious about seeing you tied up and squirming from just his gentle touches, but it's equally intoxicating for him to be the one tied up and denied any sort of pleasure. he gets really whiny when you don't let him touch you, and will probably start pouting and begging. tying him up is defff one of the easiest ways to break him

guys hear me out but a candle wax kink. loki is very respectful and will always ask your permission before trying something new, but he loves seeing you whimper and moan while he slowly lets a few drops of wax spill onto your smooth skin. he also will let you return the favor, and the wax often hisses and steams a bit when it hits his skin because he's so cold.

marking you is definitely very appealing to him, and it's pretty self explanatory. loki just loves marking you and being marked up by you. it satisfies his slightly possessive and jealous side, and you two always look like you've been in a fight after having sex from the number of bruises, scratches, and hickies littering your body.

another relatively self explanatory kink, but, hair pulling. he looooves it when you pull his hair while he gives you head

loki is a major tease, and he loves teasing you in public settings where you can't do much about it. it will go from subtle things like placing a hand on your lower back or caressing your thigh to whispering absolute filth in your ears and making out with you in the bathroom. he is always trying to rile you up bc he knows damn well that it will lead to a night of rough sex

we all know loki's a shapeshifter and genderfluid, so i absolutely hc that he can change his physical body to match his gender. if he's feeling more feminine, he LOVES when uou eat him out. facesitting is def something he enjoys and he loooves riding your face SOO MUCH.

loki is very vocal, he def whines and moans a lot. he isn't shy about letting you know how good he's feeling. he knows how much his voice affects you and will whisper the filthiest things in your ear between moans as you fuck him senseless

aftercare is v important to him, and whether or not he's subbing really affects how exhausted he is afterwards. if he dommed he knows he can be pretty rough and he'll run a bath for you both before getting a towel to wipe you clean and then carrying you to the tub. i also think he'd prioritize keeping you well hydrated and would get you some water and food after the bath. loki is very clingy after sex and would want you as close as possible.

when he subbed tho, it's a totally different story. loki will be a clingy mess from the moment you finish, just whining and cuddling against you the whole time. depending on how deep into subspace he is and how groggy he is, he might even cry if you try to get up (even if you're just going to get water or a towel or sum) bc he thinks you're leaving him :(. he's pretty vulnerable after subbing and will probably just lay with you for a while before coming down from his high. once he's mostly calm and cognizant, he'll def want to clean up pretty quickly. he doesn't like feeling sticky and gross and also loves bathing with you!! overall he's a lot softer after sex and generally just wants to be near to you

RAHHHH I LOVE HIM SMMM!!!! he's so silly lmao this post got sooo long 💀 i also lowkey feel like im shadowbanned or something cuz like all of my posts have been majorly flopping recently :/ maybe im just not in a lot of active fandoms idk but!!!! anyways!!!!! hope u enjoyed!!!!!!! PLEEEASE FEEL FREE TO SEND IN REQUESTS FOR MARVEL, ATSV, OR ANH OTHER FANDOM I WRITE FOR!!!

[stxrr-strxckk]

"Trust me darling, I'm not the man you think I am." part  II

Work rivals to lovers with Carmen Berzatto. (read part I here!!)

Pairing: Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto x fem!reader

Synopsis: Maybe Carmy's work crush isn't as one sided as he thought...

Any warnings?: Not very proofread writing, cursing, and some innuendos

What's that on the record player?: Pretty girls make graves; The smiths

The only thing Carmy thinks about when walking into the kitchen is himself. Things like how he's going to smoke everyone in that damn kitchen like they were a pack of cigs on a smoke break. He'd make sure they knew he was the best, and there was nothing they could do about it. He was a man on a mission, laser focused on whatever he had to cook for that night. Nothing could get in his way.

Except you.

You, with the loud mouth and messy station and attitude like no other. If you weren't somehow royally fucking up another one of Carmy's dishes or moods, it was because you two were in a screaming match in the back of the kitchen.

So of course it's natural of him to be watching your every move, making sure that whatever the hell is going on in that brain, that it doesn't fuck up his routine like it has so many goddamn times in the past.

Right?

Yes, it's perfectly normal for him to spend every minute of his job, the one he worked so hard to get, ignoring everything but you. Hey, he's just being prepared. How else to make sure you're not getting in the way of his perfectly planned out station?

But lately? Carmen was beginning to realize his staring was a bit more than just a precaution.

God, ever since that fucking lamb he couldn't keep his eyes off you. That memory lived rent free in his mind 24/7, and he found his consciousness drifting there every free second he had.

Especially with what happened with the mint jelly.

"What about the mint jelly?" Carmy felt a little jolt go through his body. The look on your face, so innocent and pure. Something in him wanted to ruin it, make you feel the sin that covered his body. The hope in your eyes and the smile threatening to curve onto your gorgeous lips was enough for him to give in to your demands.

"Fuck, really? Yeah. Fuck. Let's do this." He could feel himself smiling, and you soon return the favor. How could you not? Carmen rarely smiled, but when he did? You had to admit, it was adorable. There was a child-like, naive charm about that grin. He was like a little kid again, and you just wanted to hug him in that moment.

"Great! Yeah, let's uh, let's go over here, and you can show me how to do this. Properly." God, were you really being nice to Carmen Berzatto? Fuck, what kind of demon had possessed you tonight?

You follow Carmy as he shuffles towards your station once again. He grabs the pan holding your runny jelly, grabbing a nearby spoon to taste. You feel heat rush to your cheeks. It was embarassing, really. Here was probably the best chef in all of New York-and he was taking time out of his shift to help you make a fucking jelly.

As he takes the spoon in his mouth, Carmy can feel his eyes widen. While yes, the consistency was off- it was barely even jelly, anymore, the taste was there. And it wasn't even half bad.

"Mmm," he savors the flavor, and you look at him anxiously. "That," he points to the pan. "is good shit."

"Really?" you let out a sigh of relief, and Carmy nods. The look on your face makes him want to smile again. Your bright eyes and wide smile have him thinking one thing: cute.

"Yeah, uh, I mean- it's not perfect. Definitely not perfect. Like, it's all runny and shit- and that's-that's not good. But the flavor is spot on. It's- it's fire." he replies, wiping the corner of his mouth on his sleeve before setting down the spoon.

"Thanks." you say awkwardly, gazing down at the floor. You hate to admit you're scared to meet his piercing blue gaze.

"Damn." Carmy says, placing his hands on his hips. "At least I know why they haven't fired you yet."

And just like that, Old Carmy's back.

"What do you mean, why they haven't fired me yet?" You inquire, looking up at him with slight annoyance. "Are you questioning my ability?"

"What? Oh fuck- no. No. Not at all." he stammers, trying to recover. "I just meant that- while the taste is good, the presentation is sloppy, which isn't- it's not what most restaurants want. So it's like, surprising if you haven't tasted the food that you're still around. But- but I tasted the food, and- you know what, I guess I was wrong."

"Wow, Carmen Berzatto admitting he's wrong? That's shocking, considering how fucking stubborn you are." you retort. Thank god, you were beginning to get worried that maybe you were a total asshole to this guy for no reason. But nope, you were right. Carmen's a dick.

"I- how am I stubborn? How? Give me one- one fucking example of me being stubborn. I fuckin' dare you." he raises his voice, and you take a step towards him.

"Gee, let me think. How about every fuckin' day, not taking any suggestions from anyone because you think we're all fucking below you?"

"Okay, okay- first of all, I don't think you're below me-"

"Then how come you never take anything I say seriously? It's like-"

"Don't fuckin' interrupt me, I'm trying to explain myself- if you'd let me-"

"Hey, maybe I wouldn't be interrupting you if you fucking listened to me every once in a while-"

"Maybe I'd listen if you had good ideas-"

"What, like your ideas are better than mine?"

"You know what, yeah! And my dishes are too, bitch!"

"The fuck are you saying about my dishes? You saying I'm a bad chef?"

"Actually- yeah! Yeah, I am saying that! You're a bad chef! You. Are. A. Bad-"

"Oh fuck off, Carmy!"

"Make me! Fuckin-"

"Last time I checked, this was MY station! So how about you leave me the fuck alone, Carmen?"

"I'm only over here 'cause you needed my help so goddamn badly! That lamb was fucking so raw I could hear it fuckin' bleatin' still!"

"I didn't ASK you to help! You just fuckin- sauntered over like some macho man-"

Ah, classic Carmen. Back to bickering with everyone he knew. Especially you. The other chefs start to gather around, watching your argument with the bastard. You two were leaned so close together, faces inches from the other's as you two screamed at each other.

"...Yeah, I said it, and I fucking meant it! And I'll say it again! You're a fuckin'-"

"HEY!"

Your voice fell silent, as well as Carmen's. The group of chef's surrounding you two turned, revealing a head chef who didn't look too pleased.

"Back to work everyone. This is a kitchen, not a preschool. Leave the fights for the playground."

That seemed to end it, and the crowd dispersed. You stared at where the crowd once stood, but Carmy snapped you back to reality.

"Back alley. Now."

You followed him, confused. Why were you going to the alley? To argue more? Or maybe he had something else planned. You shivered at the thought of him pushing you up against the brick wall, trapping you between his strong arms and doing whatever he wanted to you. You wish you didn't enjoy the idea.

As you left the kitchen, coat in hand, cold night air greeted your skin. It was accompanied by the smell of smoke. Carmy leaned against the wall, a cigarette hanging from his lips and a lighter in his right hand.

He glanced over at you, and raised his eyebrows. "Cig?" he offered the pack to you, and you shook your head.

"Smoking kills, you know." You shiver, and he shrugs.

"Why do you think I do it?"

"God, that was a stupid ass line." you laugh, rubbing your arms to try and warm them up. Curse these New York winters. You looked towards Carmy again, wondering the hell he could survive without a jacket on in his freezing weather.

"You cold?" he asked, taking a drag of his cigarette.

"No shit, sherlock. Great observation."

He chuckles, seemingly a lot more cooled down thanks to the nicotine.

You two sit in silence for a minute, before he speaks again.

"I got a coat, you want it?"

You freeze, contemplating both your shock and your answer. Why was he being so nice? Carmy's usually the biggest asshole in New York, maybe even the united states. But here he is, offering you his coat like it's some kind of first date? Fuck, it's kinda sweet.

You nod, teeth chattering. You figure no harm done; it was either this or freeze to death on the streets of New York. Carmy takes a final puff of his cigarette, before dropping it and putting it out with his shoe. He heads back inside, returning with a heavy winter jacket. He puts it around your shoulders, and you start to feel warmer.

"Thanks." you say. He doesn't reply, enjoying the background noise of the busy New York streets. You decide this is as good a time as ever to cool down, let off some steam. You had to admit, it did get heated in there. You regretted some of the things you said, but there was no way in hell you'd admit that to him.

"Sorry I called you a bitch."

"What?" you laugh. There's no way Carmen Berzatto just apologized. He never apologizes for anything, but now he's saying sorry to you? Of all people, you?

"I said I'm sorry I called you a bitch. Wasn't cool on my end."

"... Apology accepted." you reply awkwardly, trying not to smile. It was oddly sweet of him to actually say sorry for once. "Sorry I said you were an asshole."

"Nothing I haven't heard before." he shrugged. "Plus, you weren't wrong. I was being an asshole."

"Glad you noticed." a laugh escapes your throat. Carmy feels himself blush, but maybe it's just the cold biting at his cheeks.

"So, should we head back inside?" you offered. "I don't know about you, but I'm freezing to death."

"Yeah, sure." he agrees. "You go first, I'm gonna wait out here a bit longer." he adds, watching as you rush back inside, to the heated kitchen.

"Fuck..." is all he manages to say, staring up at the dark sky. It started snowing, he noted. There was already some piled around from the last few days, but this one seemed different. This was one to enjoy. This was one for friends, for family, for lovers.

He wished you'd stayed out here with him.

A/n: Chapter 2 of my work rivals fic is DONE! Hope y'all like it, I'm pretty invested in this series. Tell me if you've got any ideas on what should happen next! Remember to reblog, like, follow, and send in requests! XX, Starr!

Wordcount: 1,885

[rayshippouuchiha]

Tasea!

Okay so I just stumbled upon your Tasea au and it's living rent free in my mind.

Skull and Tsuna just living their best life while Hibari and Reborn are chewing glass is my favorite thing ever

Consider this:

Both Skull and Tsuna become ridiculous strong throughout this trip.

They don't even notice it.

It starts with casual convos about how they use flames, then experiments, light spars etc.

Turns out not being in mortal peril 24/7 does wonders for some people.

So from time to time, videos of them come to light, Tsunas twink ass obliterating someone in an arm wrestling match. Skull killing it in some weightlifting challenge or doing some insane acrobatics.

Videos of them sparring without flames in open parks or maybe being stumbled upon in abandoned warehouses.

Everyone who isn't Reborn or Hibari can actually see how good this is for them.

Gokudera keeps a collection of "Decimo being Amazing" pictures and videos he finds. That's his best friend after all!

Maybe Reborn would feel slightly jealous that even his teacher position was usurped, but he's kinda busy picking which leash he's going to put on Skull the moment he catches him.

Hibari is listening to Olivia Rodriguez during his speedrun of becoming the world most feared Hitman (only possible because Reborn is busy picking which tracker to put under Skulls skin once he finds him) in search of Tsuna

Sometimes, he picks a random grunt to ask for relationship advice.

I also like to think that as time goes on, a whole countersquad starts to form.

Like they notice that maybe they have some things to talk out, and that's why they keep searching, but they aren't per se helping Hibari or Reborn either.

But yeah anyway I love this au

I need a 100 chapter fic injected i to my veins pronto, but als I don't have that kind of talent... R.I.P

See, the thing is, it's not that Tsuna and Skull become ridiculously strong during their little vacation.

They're both already monstrously strong in their own right.

It's just that, for the first time since they were each dragged into this lifestyle kicking and screaming, they're spending time with someone who A.) learns in a similar fashion and B.) also understands what it's like to be given no choice about this entire thing.

So, for the first time, they're both ,,, comfortable.

Tsuna can ask questions without having to worry about dodging bullets or having to scream to be heard. Skull can impart his hard and bloodily won knowledge on someone without having to hear any "well actually" type bullshit because the way he uses his Flames is technically "wrong".

So of course that means they both start rapidly progressing.

Skull is able to describe things to Tsuna in terms that he understands and can actually visualize. Tsuna is so genuinely open to whatever it is that Skull's doing that Skull no longer feels the need to really hide.

Tsuna gets his hand-to-hand and acrobatic skills refined. Skull starts really opening up about what he's capable of.

They both refine how they look at and utilize their Flames.

They both stop caring about what everyone else is going to say/do.

On the opposite side of the situation, Reborn is ready to chew glass, Hibari is actively forcing other people to chew glass, and if Kusababe has to deal with Kyo-san turning to him one more time asking about why "the little animal fled" he's going to look into taking a vacation of his own.

The others, having now seen countless videos and photos of Skull and Tsuna taking the world by storm together, are starting to reevaluate what they think/know of the situation.

[justanamesstuff]

Chapter 1

Seasons

Matty Healy x f!reader

A/N: Hiii guys, I'm so nervous for this BUT very excited too!! I hope you like it <3

Warnings: swearing a bit?, typos maybe.

Word count: 3 K

MASTERLIST TAGLIST

Every season has its colours, has its smells, has its traditions. Like every season, this love has its particularities…

Around November of 2020, England

“Matty- Oh my god!!“ 

The constant banging on her wall and the high-pitched moaning at the other side woke Y/n up. Quickly, she took her pillow and placed it on top of her face, trying to muffle the horrible sounds reaching her ears. ‘God, is she having a good time? Or he’s killing her?’, the thought crossed the girl's mind. 

Most of the time they weren’t that loud, but during that morning they just seemed to not care.

It was useless, the sounds were getting louder and louder. Y/n couldn’t bear with it any more and knowing that even if they –luckily– stopped she wouldn’t come back to sleep. So, Y/n decided to go downstairs. Maybe one of the guys was making breakfast, which would help with the awful start of her day.

Her prayers weren’t heard. The kitchen was empty and no breakfast was made. She tried to cheer up a little, because Y/n needed to survive the day. To be honest, every day and morning it was getting harder and harder.

After a quiet but long sigh, Y/n started cooking for everyone. Nothing unusual since she tried to do it most of the mornings in exchange for their generosity letting her stay at the boys' studio –which was half Matty’s house as well. Spending the quarantine rent-free with them, listening how they recorded the new album and messing around was a true blessing if she tried to focus on the bright side of everything. 

Well, they kind of forced her because they were very against Y/n spending those months alone in her flat. The boys cared about the girl as a best friend and as a sister too. They were a bunch of drama queens most of the time, but deep down Y/n was enormously grateful with/for them.

Thinking about the first months, Y/n couldn’t deny those were amazing. The entire group spent a lot of quality time, doing the stupidest challenges, doing Instagram lives for the fans, watching a lot of movies, etc. Although everything took a turn when another person joined the party. When Nadia arrived.

It wasn’t like Y/n hated her, in fact, it was the opposite which created a big dilemma for her. Matty’s girlfriend was nice and the idea of having another girl was actually  comforting during the tough times. But Y/n wasn’t so fond of the situation for other reasons.

For a period –a very long one– if you asked her, she endured with it and put on her best –fake– happy face. Y/n’s acting talents were very handy at times. Although, her true feelings were still there, underneath the surface, where no one can notice them. Specially Matty.

 Time went by and the whole thing was making her more anxious, and although the idea of leaving crippled into her mind at every minute, she couldn’t really decide. Y/n didn’t want to leave but watching Matty 24/7 attached to the other girl’s side was taking the best of her mental health.

Y/n’s mind was running fast with thoughts while she cooked, which made her subconsciously ignore the tall man coming down after he heard movement downstairs. George watched his friend move around, knowing more than anyone in the house about her sorrows. George was probably the closest to her out of the four guys. He was the only one who knew all of her secrets and kept it secured as if it was his own.

The drummer stared at her, expecting for Y/n to notice him, but he acknowledged that the girl was in another dimension. She used to do that more than she liked to admit. George could bet ‘the morning moaning festival’ taking place half an hour prior was the main reason.

Y/n finished cooking a big amount of scrambled eggs and turned searching for a plate when she saw George standing in the partially lighted corridor. “Fuck G! You scared the shit out of me!” she exclaimed while resting a hand on her chest.

“Sorry!” the big man shrugged his shoulders. “Didn’t mean to scare you, love.” he apologized, approaching his best friend. “Good morning.” he greeted her properly, and she huffed.

“Good morning to you.” Y/n answered sarcastically after G placed a kiss on top of her head. 

“So, you heard, huh?”

“I can’t stand it any more, G.” she let him know. “It’s just a lot.” she continued, lowering her voice scared another of the boys could hear her.

“I know, love.” the drummer said with an apologetic expression. “But the lockdown is nearly over, and y’know none of us would like you to go.” G said as he searched for mugs.

“Why not? It’s my life, my freedom!” Y/n protested, starting to get annoyed. “It’s getting worse every day…” Y/n desperately moved her hands in the air trying to prove her point.

“Believe me… I know!” George searched for her eyes, keeping eye contact when Y/n looked back at him, waiting for his next words. “I’m not in your…situation, but I’m getting a little annoyed too.” G agreed with her.

“Yes, but it’s his house. He can do whatever he wants…”

“I half agree.” G nodded. “This might be his house, but it’s the place we choose as a studio, so for the time being its our place too…yours too!” George continued rambling, filling the mugs with hot water. “So, they need to stop with the noises.”

A comfortable silence fell between them until Y/n broke it again thinking out loud.

“What the hell can I do?” 

“About what?” A third voice came from the hallway. Matty made his entrance wearing a tired expression matching his gray sweatpants and plain shirt. He approached Y/n, leaving her a kiss on her right cheek. “What can you do about what, love?” he rephrased his question. 

“I- It’s nothing — Morning” she said without looking at him, instead walking towards the table bringing a mug with her.

“There must be something. You sounded worried.” Matty insisted.

“It’s something between Y/n and I, mate.” George said in a joking way, trying to distract him. “Something between best pals, you wouldn’t understand it.” he stated, rounding Y/n with his left arm meanwhile he winked at Matty taking a sip of his morning tea.

“Fuck off!” Matty protested. They usually have a competition about the title which Y/n find equally lame and cute. She easily felt the tension leaving her shoulders, relaxing thanks to their stupid discussion, knowing that for now Matty dropped his interrogation.

“Tell him, darling!” G urged her.

“It’s too early for this fight. Shut up and sit. I’ll bring the cutlery.” Y/n said, detaching herself from George. 

“Y/n is just too nice to tell ya, mate. She loves me more.” the singer continued joking, obviously unaware of the real implication of his words.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, Matty.” George answered, sitting at his usual spot at the table.

“Who was the beautiful soul that made breakfast?” Ross entered the kitchen and stopped in his tracks, closing his eyes and inhaling dramatically.

“You know the answer.” John teased as he appeared from behind Ross. “You know you don’t have to, Y/n.” the musician approached her and helped with the forks and knives.

“Yes, for the hundred times…I know, John.” she looked at him. “But we all know that I would feel guilty since you all never let me pay for anything.”

“Because you don’t have to pay us, love.” Matty said from his place at the table with his sight fixed on his phone. He and the damn nicknames.

“But- “

“No but’s, Y/n. We’re happy to have you here!” Ross said as they all sat around the table.

They were serving breakfast when the conversation took another direction -something about the coronavirus and all of that. At the same time, the last resident of the house made her entrance.

Y/n sometimes envied her. Matty’s girlfriend always looked immaculate to a point that you could never think she just woke up. Y/n knew comparisons were wrong, but it was hard to avoid them. The girl felt awful: her hair was all tangled in a messy bun on the top of her head; only wearing an old t-shirt -from a not so famous band--and a pair of pyjamas short; and she was not wearing any makeup meanwhile she stuffed her breakfast on her face.

Nadia was all classy and perfect, the opposite of Y/n. Maybe that’s why he chose her and not his best friend. Y/n knew thinking like that was also wrong, yet again she couldn’t help it.

Y/n witnessed how Nadia greeted everyone and sat beside Matty, flashing him a cute smile he returned. They were in love, and it was obvious to everyone. Y/n was so happy for her best friend to find someone who loved him, although for many years she hoped that person would be her. For years, Y/n hoped Matty noticed her more than a mate.

When they first met, Y/n thought she felt a connection different from with anyone else in her life, although that changed quickly. Matty proved to her time and time again he didn’t want a relationship with her or nothing similar no matter how flirty he was during that first night. And Y/n forced herself her mind and heart to believe it.

Y/n was very unaware that, at the time she met the boys, Matty felt the same way she felt, but the old Matty didn’t want to lose the new friend he encountered. As another way to self sabotage himself, the young Matty did almost the impossible to show Y/n they were friends and just friends. A decision he took while being drunk became a life rule.

Since that moment, since that night, their relationship was kind of determinate. They were friends, the best friends. Not that night, but after a while, Y/n became part of the family and even Matty’s family –both sides– loved her as another member of their family. Y/n felt safe and loved, something she cherished so much since she hadn’t had that kind of love back home. Her family wasn’t like them, the opposite in fact.

For the longest time, Y/n tried to ditch her feeling for Matty. Every time a new girl showed up, tugged under his arm, Y/n decided it was the time to stop getting hurt and move on. Even though, her heart couldn’t do it. It hurt her. And with Nadia was the hardest since all of them could notice it was different, more mature…more serious. Nadia was more than a random girl for Matty and everyone was sure of that.

“Penny for your thoughts.” Matty interrupted Y/n’s inner monologue, staring at her, while his right arm was around Nadia.

“What?” Y/n answered, coming down to earth, with a question. 

“You were gone.” everyone was strangely in silence while they looked at each other.

“I was just thinking about the government lifting the restrictions. Meaning, now I can go home.” she half lied, while messing with the leftovers of her breakfast. Y/n did chat about it with G that morning anyway, and it was a reality Y/n needed to get away from the lovers for a time.

“I told her, none of us want that.” George interrupted their conversation.

“Of course not.” Jaime, who joined the breakfast table, said to her.

“I know, guys. But it’s been almost four months and I- This is not my- “

“Don’t finish that sentence.” Matty warned her, and she looked him directly in the eyes.

“It’s the truth, Matty.” she said, dropping her fork on the plate.

“It’s not, this is your house too, Y/n/n.” Ross, sweet Ross, reminded her. “At the same time, if you want to go back to your flat, I understand. We’ll miss your meals.” his comment made everyone chucked, except Matty who was studying every one of her movements. 

A weak smile was plastered on her face while she stared down towards her plate unable to make eye contact with Matty. “Don’t get me wrong. I love being here with you guys, but I need my space.”

“If this is about some couple…” Jaime looked at Matty and Nadia “Waking up the whole house.” he finished the sentenced winking like a cartoon.

“For fuck's sake.” Matty swore under his breath. “Is it about that?” he looked at Y/n.

“‘Course not!” she looked at him trying her hardest to hide her feelings.

“I wouldn’t blame you if that’s the reason. I’m sleeping on the other side of the house and I can listen to them. You’re right beside Matty’s room!” John emphatically said.

Before Matty could say a word, Y/n exclaimed, “It’s not about that, okay?” she simply lied. 

Y/n could sense George staring at her. “It’s what I said, I need my space, and it’s not like I’m going to disappear.” another white lie. Y/n was planning to do exactly that for a while until her wounds healed again. “You’ll still have to bear with me.” she finished her little speech.

“We can simply send the couple to your flat, and you can stay here in peace” Ross joked this time. All of them except for Matty laughed again.

“Stop with that, he will get angry.” Y/n defended Matty.

“I know it’s not my house either,” Nadia started saying. “If I can say something, I would like you to stay, Y/n.” she continued rather shyly. “It’s nice to have a girl around.” Of course, she was so nice. “I promised we’ll keep it down.” she looked quickly at Matty for reassurance and then again at her.

“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry you’ll have to survive with these boys, but I really need to go.” Y/n explained. “Another reason is the fact that I have to prepare to get back to work soon.”

“So, when did you start thinking about leaving? Since you apparently have a lot of reasons to leave.” Matty said with a strange expression on his face.

“Matty-”

“Are you that eager to leave?” ‘He was pissed?’, Y/n thought. 

“Matty- “she protested, not knowing what else to say.  

“No, it’s okay. I get it! You want to leave, it’s okay.” he stood up from his seat gathering the plates to wash them.

“Matty!” Y/n said again.

“It’s fine, Y/n!” he said more sternly, obviously not fine with the situation. 

The rest of the group –included Nadia–, took that as a cue to leave the friends so they could talk. They made stupid excuses, leaving Matty and Y/n alone in the kitchen.

Matty went to the sink, beginning to wash the dishes. After letting a big breath out, Y/n stood up approaching where he was standing.

“Why are you so angry?” she asked him, folding her arms, standing beside Matty looking at his profile. Matty was stroking the plates with more force than needed for the task in hand.

“I’m not. I said that I got it, and it’s fine.” he answered.

“You’re obviously not fine, Matthew.”

“Do you want to know how am I? Perfect.” he stated, turning the water off and drying his hand with a cloth while he turned to look at her. “I really don’t get it why you want to leave so suddenly.”

“It’s not that I want to- “another big lie. She wanted to, she needed to.

“Bullshit!”

Y/n tried to defend herself, “I’m not going to disappear…”

“Bullshit!”

“Can you stop that?” Y/n stood directly in front of Matty. 

“I know you’re going to disappear. I know you. We’re best friends and something is bothering you, I can tell. It hurts that you’re not telling me anything and I fucking bet you told George already.” She couldn’t tell him the truth.

“Is this more about that competition?” Y/n tried to distract him.

“Yes- No- Of course, not- This is about you and me.” Matty said, melting her heart a little. He was obviously troubled with the idea of Y/n leaving.

“Matty, there is nothing…mayor going on. Trust me. I need silence. You said it, you know me. I crave my space…alone.” she told him sweeter this time.

“Yes, I know. But you can find somewhere here-“

“You know that’s a lie.” ‘What a hypocrite I am’, Y/n thought. 

“I know.”

“You aren’t gonna miss me. You have the boy and Nadia- “she moved uncomfortably in her place.

“It’s not the same, you’re my best friend. I’ll miss you, darling.” Matty looked at her with his best doggy eyes.

“Don’t!” Y/n pointed a finger at him.

“What?” he played dumb.

“Don’t give me puppy eyes, it won’t work.” she smiled this time.

“Shit, are you so certain about it?” he looked down, defeated.

“Yes.” Y/n simply said.

“Okay, I understand. You can go.”

“Thanks for your permission that I didn’t ask for.” Y/n tried to joke.

“But- “ he ignored her.

“But?”

“But promise me that you are not going to disappear for too long.” he said, staring directly into her eyes.

“I promise.” Y/n said way too quickly. After a couple of seconds, she had to look elsewhere.

“Can we hug?” he said very slowly. 

Y/n chuckled, placing her arms around his shoulders, at the same time Matty placed his on her waist.

“I love you.” Matty mumbled on her left shoulder.

“I love you too, Matty.” Y/n said, feeling it from the deepest of her heart. There lied the difference. 

Maybe, she couldn’t love anyone like she loved Matty, even though she had to try for the good of their relationship. 

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Taglist: @hollybrislen

[duckthello]

saw this somewhere in relation to a different ship, but seeing as top gun lives in my head rent free 24/7, my immediate thought was icemav. because this could be so mav&ice.

maverick is obviously the 'goofy' one (or at least, he’s the one who appears goofy and careless most of the time, because he does have a tendency to act on impulse, not think just do, and says the first thing that comes to his mind and has a general disregard for regulations and all the unspoken rules of the world around him, resulting in him sometimes acting, well, dumb, and wholeheartedly owning it. (but it’s all actually the result of his life growing up, when he learnt that everything and everyone in his life would always be against him, and that life would never be fair. so why even try to be proper and flawless when it would never be enough, with everyone already having an opinion on him - the orphan, the Duke Mitchell’s son, the uneducated troublemaker that didn’t even go to Annapolis, - before even meeting him. can't destroy your reputation if you don't have one to begin with so might as well have some fun while at it.)

and while for ice it wouldn't necessarily be 'catholic guilt' (on account of him being jewish), i imagine it would be a sort of mixture of having grown up in a very traditional household (where anything new or just simply different, that didn't fit into their pre-established routine and worldview was not acceptable) and in a religious family. and, on top of all of that, most of his relatives are military, meaning he's been surrounded by written and unwritten rules and regulations and expectations of how things should be his whole life, resulting in him turning out the way he did - cautious, waiting out making any difficult decisions, aware of the weight of expectations, reputation and years of traditions resting on his shoulders.

[marcobodtlives]

Here's a sad thought.

You know how titan shifters take the memories of the previous one? So, when Armin ate Bertholdt and took the colossal from him that means he more than likely saw the memory of what happened with Marco, and didn't say anything.

Not to Jean.

No one.

YEAH! THIS IS ON MY MIND CONSTANTLY 😓

24/7 RENT FREE

I say this to everyone I know who watches AoT and I believe it wholeheartedly.

Thank you 🥲 I think about this fact so often and I have so many headcanons about it!!!

Here they all are beneath the cut, I hope you like: 🥹

I reckon Armin would have had flashes of it, felt so sick, picked up Bertholdt’s lingering guilt, and then been utterly torn between telling Jean and keeping it to himself.

I think Armin and Jean are close, particularly so after their planned kidnapping in season 3. I think Armin has always reminded Jean of Marco, and I think a small part of Jean knows that Armin means a lil more to him because it’s the last shred of Marco that he feels he still has.

Marco and Armin were close. They were both smart, inquisitive, caring individuals that wound up being the ones keeping their chaotic friends in line. He might be short, blond, and lack the freckles Jean loved, but Armin is as close to Marco that Jean has - and Armin knows that too.

After Marco’s death, Armin notices how heavily it’s impacted Jean, and he reaches out. Extends an open line, lets Jean know that he’s there for him if he ever wants to talk - really talk.

After their planned capture in season 3, after Armin kills to save Jean’s life, after Armin’s sacrifice in Shiganshina, he’s torn.

On one hand, Jean was closest to Marco, was the one who took his death the hardest, the one who sees him and mourns him more than anyone else. Jean is the one who keeps Marco’s memory alive, he’s the one that fights the hardest to keep Marco from becoming ‘just another comrade we’ve lost.’

Jean has said “he died all alone, without anyone knowing or seeing.” Armin knows the circumstances of Marco’s death kill Jean, rock him to the core.

Armin knows Jean is the one who deserves to know the truth more than anyone.

But Armin also knows the other side to Jean.

Armin knows Jean feels the weight of every death. He knows Jean wakes at night, hands clamped over his ears. He knows Jean’s sketchbook is full of sketches of Marco, and he knows they’re becoming less and less accurate as time goes on.

He knows Jean would fall into a hole, so to speak, if he found out the truth. He knows Jean would need answers, he knows the fury of it all would compromise Jean in the field.

When they reach the ocean, he almost says something. They aren’t in immediate danger, it’s been over a year, they have their answers. Logically, it would be the best time to say something.

But he sees Jean with Conny and Sasha, sees their smiles, the carefree way they laugh as salt water twists their features. And Armin realises… he can’t do this. He doesn’t have the heart to sit Jean down and explain that his best friend of three years was held down and fed to a titan by three of their fellow cadets-turned-traitors.

Murdered. He can’t tell Jean that Marco was murdered. He just - he can’t do that. It’s hard enough seeing it himself when he closed his eyes, he can’t tell Jean and subject him to that truth.

He doesn’t need to fuel Jean’s nightmares by giving him more context. He isn’t going to be the gasoline to Jean’s trauma-fire.

He can tell the truth when they’re stable again. When Paradis isn’t under threat, when there’s peace and hope. When Jean has the time to heal without fear and uncertainty dancing over their heads.

Then they go to Marley. Then Eren leaves. War is declared. They’re fighting for their lives. Again.

Then Reiner and Annie are honest.

And Armin is reminded why he didn’t tell Jean when fists start flying and Jean ends up in the woods with his hands over his ears.

But he thinks maybe things will be okay, when Jean saves Reiner’s ass as they hang from Eren’s ribcage.

[becauseimanicequeen]

WHAT I’M CURRENTLY WATCHING

ONGOING:

TO BE CONTINUED (Thailand): I’m having the time of my life with this one due to the main characters’ lack of communication, fear of fessing up to their feelings toward each other, the drama of the past, and Poppy (I always love Poppy!).

LOVE IS BETTER THE SECOND TIME AROUND (Japan): I love mature QLs (mature as in adult characters that are complex, flawed, and feel real, and that deal with real-life problems). This is no exception. I also love stories with the possibility of getting a second chance (because everyone makes mistakes).

1000 YEARS OLD (Thailand): This one is way too cute for me (I have a hard time vibing with too much cuteness). You would think this is a series about vampires and aliens, but it’s actually about soup and umbrellas. The only reason I’m still watching this is because of said umbrellas. The umbrellas got me hooked! (Welcome to the real struggles of a visual artist.)

CLOSE FRIEND SEASON 3: SOJU BOMB! (Thailand): There are too few episodes for me to say something substantial about this one. The neon lights in the first episode got me good, though (and I’m a slut for neon lights). Also, I love drunken shenanigans (in fiction, btw) and it’s delivering on that front.

TWO WORLDS (Thailand): This is another series with too few episodes for me to say something substantial. I like the vibe so far, though. Also, I always have a sweet spot for artists so Khram has a special place in my heart.

DEEP NIGHT (Thailand): I love the club setting (again, neon lights are my thing) and the chemistry between the characters (especially between Seiji and Pan). There’s also the possibility of a poly relationship (which I and so many others are hoping for).

(I hope I don’t get as clowned about this poly relationship as I got clowned about Non showing up alive in DFF.) (Either way, I’m staying in this clown car because I need poly! Hope is said to be the last thing leaving a person...)

CITY OF STARS (Thailand): This is really sweet. The characters are sincere and have great communication skills. Fueang and Krom maturely solve every issue that shows up. It’s nice to see a great relationship like this for a change (even though I do love watching miscommunicating characters as well).

ANTI RESET (Taiwan): I’ve recently started watching this and easily got into it since I could binge several episodes. It has an interesting story (falling in love with a robot that seems very real and human). The chemistry between the main characters is great and the visuals are gorgeous (Yi Ping’s house is beautiful, even though the front door never seems to be properly closed, like, ever).

A SECRETLY LOVE (Thailand): Right now, the only reasons I’m watching this is because of Kimmon (the actor who plays Pluem), Kut (who plays Khonprot, since I haven’t moved on from his role as Din in Chains of Heart), the sapphic side-couple (even though it’s a fake relationship right now) with rhyming names (Soi and Froi), and the neon lights. Mostly because of the neon lights! (I’m such a slut for neon lights!)

UNKNOWN (Taiwan): When I say that I’m obsessed with this series, it’s because I am. These characters live in my mind rent-free 24/7. The chemistry, the palpable yearning, the dialogue, the emotions expressed through the acting when there is no dialogue, etc., etc., etc. It’s just soooo great.

(Unknown does cover a topic that’s generally seen as taboo (“adoptive” brothers falling in love), so, be aware of that. I don’t have any issues watching series with taboo topics because there’s very little stuff I get uncomfortable with when it comes to fiction. So, I’m in love with this series with my whole stone-cold heart.)

[slightlymoldybread]

Prince Mush headcanons! Because he lives rent free in my head 24/7

He's in his early 20s, 23 at the oldest. He started fighting in the Glitz Pit when he was still a teenager. Jolene is 3 years older than him.

He and Jolene are the Master's grandkids. He learned most of what he knows about fighting from his grandfather, and extensively trained with him before his career began.

He's pansexual, and particularly attracted to people physically stronger than him. If someone can lift him off the ground, he starts blushing. If they can lift him above their shoulders, he swoons and goes slack in their arms.

Despite his family being much better off now than they were when he started his career, he and Jolene still live with their parents; it's just more convenient for everyone. They do have a nice, big house in Glitzville now, though.

Hot dogs are his favorite food. He always visits Mr. Hoggle's stand if he needs a snack while he's at the Glitz Pit. Mr. Hoggle really likes him because he always leaves a good tip.

He loves to wear hoodies when he goes out, especially big baggy ones. They make up like 80% of his wardrobe when he's not in the ring.

He's a huge comic book/manga nerd. He grew up reading a lot of them, since they were the best form of entertainment his poor family could afford for him. He always keeps a few in with his gear, and unwinds after his training sessions by reading them.

He has recurring night terrors of being dragged to the power-draining machine, unable to move or call for help. He always wakes up screaming just as the machine starts up.

He takes really good care of his hair. That big banana-looking lock of hair he has? It smells amazing and feels like fine silk.

He likes to do a self-care day every now and then. Around once a month he'll skip training for a day, and instead spend that time taking a nice long bubble bath, doing a face mask, and lounging around in a fluffy bathrobe with a hot cup of tea.

He has a bad habit of bottling up his emotions, especially his trauma from what Grubba did to him. He thinks that by avoiding discussing it with anyone and hiding it behind a big smile, he can eventually push it out of his mind. Obviously this doesn't work, and he often ends up crying himself to sleep over it, or letting it all out in one big meltdown when something breaks his facade.

While he's by no means stupid, he is a rather naive person who's too nice for his own good, and is easily taken advantage of.

He generally has a preference for skimpy or loose-fitting clothing, as he likes to wear things that don't restrict his movement. For the same reason, he prefers to go barefoot whenever he's at home or training.

He has low alcohol tolerance, especially compared to Jolene. If he were to drink the amount it takes for her to start feeling buzzed, he'd wake up in the hospital.

He's autistic. Jolene mentions him saying that "there are some things that can only be understood by fighting", which I read as him finding a better understanding of the world around him when viewing it through the lens of his special interest. Maybe he has trouble getting what people are thinking or feeling normally, but he can pick up on things from seeing how they fight, and he feels more connected to and understanding of them overall if he has a spar with them. This is why he's so eager to fight Mario for the first match of his comeback; he has a lot of respect for Mario for saving his life and wants to feel closer to him, and he finds the best way to do that is through combat. Or something.

Another symptom of his autism is that he has a "comfort zone" of things he likes to eat or wear or do, which he doesn't typically step out of.

He loves listening to girly pop music, especially while working out.

He squeals and kicks his feet when he's excited.

[gingersp1ce547]

So, with that q!cellbit mention on the latest stream, i think its time for me to bring up something that lives rent free in my mind 24/7

The reason cuchurucho likes q!cellbit id because their more similar than q!cellbit would ever want them to be.

Both of them are aligned with the element of knowledge. Q!cellbit trying to solve the mysteries of the island and founding the order while cuchurucho is high ranking federation member, a group which is known for their unethical experiments in the name of gathering knowledge.

However, even more than that they are both obsessed with control.

Q!cellbit basically had little to no control over his life while in the hunger games, leading him to take advantage of any scrapes of it he did get, going as far as to kill and torment fellow prisoners in Alcatraz in order to keep it. This same pattern reappearing when his life feels the most out of control after learning about his past with q!bagi

While we dont know anything about cuchurucho’s past we do know that he does his best to keep the islanders following the rules of the island, resorting to violence and mental abuse when they fail to do so.

To me, the reason cuchurucho is so obsessed with q!cellbit is because he recognizes this similarity, and wants to either foster it through some fucked up methods until q!cellbit will work with him of his own volition

Or

He wants to beat and continually humiliate q!Cellbit as a way to prove that he has control over this individual so similar to him.

Personally i lean towards the latter just because of things like making him worker of the month, not firing him despite making his hatred for the federation very clear and saying that he knew everyone was there during the mini-me mission during the qsmp recap.

[littleshysheep-at-da]

THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR YOUR KUMO DESU POSTS I GOT INTERESTED AND STARTED READING VOLUME 1 AND NOW I'M ON VOLUME 6 AND IT'S 3 AM I CAN'T STOP READING I'M ADDICTED THIS IS TOO GOOOOOD

EHEHEHEHHE :3c

SUCCESS IN PITCHING KUMODESU MWHAHAHAHA. THANK YOU FOR THE EGO BOOST!!!! I’m still kinda terribly Self Conscious about Posting my Opinions and Headcanons (to the point I'm aware I probably read like I'm Fishing For Compliments and Super Annoying when I always bring it up but I try to keep that to a minimum...) but the Response I have gotten has made me feel so GOOD. I’m so incredibly glad everyone likes my KumoDesu musings I think about this Series like 24/7 ngl so it’s very validating.

My biggest hope is to spread my Ships because it is CRIMINAL there is not more Shiroai x Ariel Content and once you see Shun x Katia x Kyouya you can’t unsee it (I think about this OTP and this OT3 basically 24/7 also I will DIE ON THIS HILL SHIPPING THESE). Like I need more people on this. I always want to make more Content for them but have had some massive Fatigue and Art Issues lately so I will settle for Ranting about it so much that I end up living rent free in everyone’s minds lol.

Also free like I should apologize for how many KumoDesu Spoilers you probably get here haha (Tagging Kyouya’s name is lit a Spoiler, he is a Spoiler lol). But hey! Sometimes I think you only get interested once you know a couple Spoilers! So it probably works out! KumoDesu is a… bit convoluted ngl so maybe Spoilers actually gave you a better idea about what it’s about lol!

[supersoftly]

Why is everyone so obsessed with Elon Musk, I thought y'all hated him but you literally never shut up about him, you might as well be free press. All my news comes from people bitching and moaning every day like it's your morning cup of joe to find out "what silly shit is Mr. Musk up to today". Like I get it, I live under a rock, I'm not hip and jive with whatever you kids do to protest The Man, but is it such a wild solution to just stop using his products and never talk about him again? If his shit stinks, then let him fail and fall into obscurity like the rest of these Great Minds of Our Time. You all know egomaniacs enjoy living in your head rent free, so why feed the beast 24/7? Might even be good for your mental health to focus on things that make you happy or actual things you can do for yourself within your immediate capacity instead of constantly trapped in a downward spiral about your addiction to a platform that continues to fail your needs and expectations. Just log off, delete your account if you must, stop contributing to the doomscroll ragethread, you do not have a duty to constantly be ON and you certainly do not have a duty to be miserable about it. There's life beyond social media and I think a lot of you have forgotten that.

[honorarysimp]

I don’t want Detective and Tara to be forgotten, can we get some headcanons for them?

I could never forget them, they live rent free in my heart and head 24/7. Thank you for reviving them, I miss writing about them every day, I hope this feeds your souls:

Detective is impulsive, which if we’re being honest, stems from lack of structure growing up.

That, and growing up around the New York lifestyle, Detective just learned to go with it.

Tara had structure, she had Sam, who is more of a parental figure to her than anything. But she’ll never admit it.

Detective’s logic and reasoning comes from facts, because working as a private investigator taught them that the truth never lies.

Tara on the other hand, spent her whole life knowing just how deceiving the truth can be.

So when they met, of course they bounce off each other like trying to mix water with oil.

But there’s even a solution to that, if you add soap. The soap being the Detective’s rationality being shattered and Tara coming to realize she may be a little more stuck in her ways than she thought.

They just work. They balance. They’re from two different worlds, but they get each other in a way no one else has.

Tara has anger issues, she gets worked up easily, which never helps with her asthma. You know damn well the Detective keeps a spare on hand after the incident on the side of the road.

Detective is known to be a bit impulsive, but now with Tara in mind, choices are made with consideration on staying safe for her sake.

Or at least, you try, else feel the wrath of the short woman.

The love they share is pure. Perhaps this is why they work. Because the Detective is absolutely sure, it’s a fact, and there’s no question. Tara has her moments, insecurities, growing up around so much chaos and unknown.

Tara needs reassurance, and the Detective is good at that.

The only bits of physical touch the Detective ever got growing up was limited, which is why touching Tara in any small way or form is a necessity.

She knows. When they first got together, she saw Detective’s hand twitch constantly. Wanting to reach out, be close. The second Tara let it be known it was okay, she was a goner, and Detective hasn’t stopped since.

A balance.

Communication has never been a problem, Tara is blunt and the Detective is still logical at heart.

It does make for the rare heated arguments, which always ends with soft touches and apologies after having to fetch Tara her inhaler.

Tara makes the Detective want to be better, do better, and as much as no one wants to admit it- it took almost walking away for the Detective to get it the fuck together.

It took you almost walking away for Tara to make her own breakthrough that she’ll never admit, because everyone that Tara ever lost has disappeared.

But this one? To walk away willingly? Only to come back and promise Tara the world? That, in some way or somehow, opened her up to the idea of love.

They make each other feel heard, understood, and seen. Brought together by tragedy, bonded by circumstance, and hopelessly in love.

[cas-skz]

Party Buddies*

Pairing: chan x fem!reader Word Count: 1,269 Genre: partying, smoking, flirting Summary: at a friends birthday/soccer team celebration, you join a spicy game & end the night questioning your once innocent friendship. Warning: 18+ please!!! smoking weed, drinking, partying, making out?, petname - kitten yeshello frined. i haven't written in a very very long time. please be nice. also i did not spell or grammar check lmao feel free to xx

PART TWO PART THREE

“No! No way that is happening!” your voice is slightly slurred, effected by the alcohol you had consumed throughout the night. Unbeknownst to you, your words came out, louder than expected, causing your friend to jump up and cover your mouth with a loud giggle.

Your bestfriend Jaclyn had brought you along to her boyfriends birthday party, something you had gotten used to at this point, because you swear, she couldn’t go anywhere without you and you felt the exact same way. You liked her boyfriend Jisung, and even kind of got along with his soccer team friends, which was how the two of you ended up at yet another team party together. Tonight it was not only Jisung’s birthday but also the teams championship win.

Silly antics and party games had taken over the large rented Air BnB, and you found yourself caught in one of the more inappropriate games taking place on the second floor. “You can’t say no, Y/n! It’s part of the game!” Sex truth or dare, that was and it was just starting to heat up. “There has to be an alternative, like take a shot or something” you plead, cheeks rosey from not only the alcohol but the dare which you had rolled. “Besides—— Where am I even going to get a remote vibrator at this hour? It’s not like there’s any 24/7 sex shops near by.” Yup, you had rolled what was one of the more ‘vanilla’ dares; allow a partner of your choice to control a hands free vibrator for the next few hours.

Your hazy eyes glanced up at the circle that had formed in the large hall way, joints being passed around and shots being downed. This was one of the more fun and interesting parties, typically the parties end by 11 and end with you, Jaclyn and Jisung drunkly cleaning before he calls an Uber for you, ensuring you get home safely. Filling the hallway was a handful of members of the soccer team, a couple of girls from a frat down the street and a few others that Jaclyn had invited from class. By now your turn had gone to the back of everyone’s mind, and the game had already turned into a pairing off make out session. Good, your clue to escape. Quickly bringing yourself to your feet, the loud music of downstairs was starting to tone down, setting a more relaxing mood over the home. “Hey! I’m calling taxi’s and fucking Ubers, just chill for a bit man, I’ll get you home!” Jisung was so loud when he was drinking, but he always made sure everyone was safe. You shook your head with a laugh, stabling your self before turning and basically hitting a wall - or a strong male chest actually.

“Easy there shortie, don’t need you falling down again” his thick Australia accent canceled out the rest of the noise immediately and your eyes glanced up at the taller, browned haired boy. Chan was the teams goalie and one of the guys you actually got along with, and usually the one who would babysit you if you got to drunk for Jaclyn to handle. Your hand easily slaps his chest, a light laugh slipping through your lips. “One time, one time that happened and you never let me live it down.” Which was true, you had fallen drunkly on ice during one of your first encounters with Chan. “Hey, I told you before, I’ll carry your heels and make sure you’re home, but I am not holding your hair while you puke” he teased, gently tugging your wrist to follow him.

“Oi! Bin! Have a good night mate! Text me when you get home ya?” Chan yelled from the balcony you two had hidden out on while the party died down. “Ah- he’s got someone with him..” chan trailed, backing into the chair he had risen from, handing you the joint that was being shared. “Probably got gonna hear from him” he chuckled, grabbing another pre roll and taking his time to light it as you finish the first. This was typically how the two of you finished the night off, after finding out your similar love for getting high before passing out. The next half an hour was silent, the noise of cars coming, going and countless ‘goodbyes and I love yous’ all while you and Chan started at the night sky, littered with bright stars.

“Do you believe in aliens?” Chan randomly mumbles out, his red eyes glossed meeting yours. Giggles erupted, not completely realizing how effect you were by the weed. “Well-“ you start, sliding yourself up in the chair, repositioning yourself in the blanket you had grabbed on the way out. “There was this one time when I was a kid, I fucking swore I saw a bright light in the sky outside my window. I ran to my brothers room to show up, but by the time we made it back to my room, it was gone. Andrew just told me I was dreaming and went off to bed, but I swear I saw it! I swear!” Your laugh, throwing your head back as your eyes return to the sky. “There’s so much out there, we don’t even know the half of it. The world, space. It’s all crazy.” Before you realize it, you’ve gone into one of your stoned, no filter rants. Minutes had passed by before your head fell down and eyes locked with Chans. He had phone his in his hand, screen lit and by the expression on his face, you knew something was up.

To your surprise, Chan makes no effort to hide his phone and chooses to explain why he was searching for sex stores near by. “Listen, I was curious” he starts, running his hand through his hair, adjusting forward and setting his phone on the table causing a slight illumination to his face. “What are you even talking about?” You questioned. Yes you had in fact forgotten all about the riské game the two of you had been playing earlier in the evening. Now your eyes were locked on his screen, and he was roaring up a storm across from you. “You’re cute” he breathed, slowly catching his breath. There hadn’t been any hints of flirting since your friendship had begun, in fact Chan was one of the most gentleman like guys you had ever met but now you questioned this new side of him. Without noticing, he had inched closer across the small table, moving a piece of your hair from your face to gently brush it behind your ear. “Don’t you think it could be fun?” He asked, voice low and slow. His hand worked it’s way to your chin, pulling your body in his direction and locking eyes.

Shit. Shit. You were flushed red, not even able to catch a breathe before he leans forward, placing the most gently kiss upon the edge of your lips, “Don’t you think it would be fun to be my little play toy?” His words and quiet, but start screaming repeatedly in your head. What the fuck. Before you can even reply, he swiftly stands to his feet, adjusting his quite obvious bulge in his pants. “You let me know kitten. You have my number” chan smirked down at you, gently patting your head before taking off back into the house. Usually you would be swatting his hand away or flipping him off, but now he has you stunned, sitting with a world win of wild thoughts in your head.

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@littleforeignaffairs

[luffysus]

I get it

Luffy lives rent free in my mind like this is sick. I 100% understand why Zoro (and tbh everyone in OP universe) is obsessed with him and just wants to be by his side 24/7 because bitch me too.

[kebriones]

Please drawn more Alcibiades you are doing the lords work 🙏 also more of Alcibiade's messy character and everyone (especially Socrates) being done with him 🤣

I am doing what I can, I am glad you're enjoying it :))) Honestly, my brain wants to draw him 24/7 but I have uni and work and...sleep that I need to find time for. But he does live rent free in my mind. I have a lot of half-finished art of him (and of him with socrates and everyone else) and a TON more I want to make. But for now, here's him being very normal about his death sentence: