#of knowing that no matter how clean it is it cant be Organized it will never Look clean or presentable

[rupertholmes]

i think if you grew up in my household you would have put a gun to my mom and dad's heads already

[2024skin]

Mom making fun of my room but she cannot appreciate how hard it is to keep a room organized when you have 1 shelf and 1 nightstand and no other table space

[ppnuggie]

　　　　　　TRANSFORMERS x gn reader

　　　　『　hound ,, drift ,, rewind ,, first aid ,, gender neutral reader 』

　　-> household activities

　　— fluff ,, sfw ,, crack ,, comfort

　　— just some small household activities to do with the bots <3 these are headcannons ,, there’ll be scenarios in a separate post to these tho ! :3

    - hound + folding clothes

| • hound has always found your clothing interesting ,, even if theres never really anything interesting about it

| • cybertronians dont have clothes to put on when they get cold ,, or to wear when they want to show off a new look ,, or for different sportive activities

| • it intrigued him ,, how you could easily change your outer look and find a new one

| • the most cybertronians had with that was mods and paint jobs ,, maybe a different limb if they got injured

| • he isnt too sure how to fold socks or shirts so you let him fold your pants whilst you do those

| • no matter how many times you show him how to fold socks hes still amazed and when he tries to do it he somehow fails

| • hound likes how they all look neat put up and folded ,, how it takes up little space no matter how many clothes you have

    - first aid + cooking

| • he only asked you to show him how to cook because he sees you do it often

| • its a foreign thing to him ,, after all energon is liquid and if its not than its crystal like and inedible

| • not only that but first aid wants to do something nice for you which he cant due to him always being in the medbay ,, and even when hes off of work you're usually asleep

| • it gives him time alone with you that usually results in no interruptions ,, him growing closer to you ,, and a wonderful bonding and learning experience

| • on days you accidentally sleep in he usually makes you breakfast so you dont miss it or have to worry about being late

| • do compliment him :( he loves it and it makes him happy

    - drift + dishes

| • he would find you doing your dishes one day ,, after you didnt text him after some time ,, so he would go find you in your room doing your dishes

| • he'd question you about them ,, since cybertronians only have cups and cubes to clean and even then it doesnt take too long

| • drift would offer to help ,, using his mass-displaced form and help with rinsing drying the dishes off so the job would get done faster

| • whilst in the midst of focus ,, you may get an idea and decide to splash a little water at him

| • little did you know that would start a little war between you two ,, with you both splashing water back forth at each other

| • its safe to say that the ground ,, counter ,, and both of you are soaked afterwards

    - rewind + gardening

| • he offers to help you when he finds you taking care of some plants you've brought aboard the lost light ,, something about oxygen and carbon dioxide

| • he doesnt remember too much of what you said about it ,, just that you have them

| • rewind has a lot of knowledge in his database ,, though theres not a lot of organic things in there since he's dedicated his life to dominus ambus in a way

| • he'll be interested ,, standing over you as you pot the plant ,, switching the soil and putting a bit of fertilizer in the pot

| • rewind will ask questions about it ,, camera rolling to store away the information in his database

| • he'll learn about them ,, that they make oxygen from carbon dioxide ,, how its a cycle between you and the plant

| • since you breath in oxygen and breath out carbon dioxide ,, how the plant takes in carbon dioxide and releases oxygen ,, its somewhat interesting to him in a way

| • he'll definitely help if you let him ,, feeling how foreign the soil is under his digits is and how mushy it feels when watered

| • its quite the learning experience for him

[xamaxenta]

Ace goes from just delivering Sabo’s little love notes and valentines to now doubling down and sending his own, he’s gotta properly court Marco now that he’s decided he’s in love with him y’know Sabo get a head start Ace has to catch up. Marco gets a package on his doorstep, two more birds, and one is a familiar clean butchering; the dove has been cleanly and neatly dissected and all it’s organs have been removed and preserved and pinned down into a pretty little shadow box, there’s a blue ribbon tied around the package, it’s so clearly Sabo’s work, but the other one…

The other one is a hawk, and it isn’t clean at all. It wasn’t shot, no, it wasn’t killed in any kind of traditional way. It looks like whoever did it caught it with their Teeth, snatched it off a branch like an animal would, bit clean through hollow bird-bones. There’s a card with it that’s just an imprint of this person’s teeth, showing that the bites match, they line up perfectly.

Sabo uploads a new video. “Serial Killers Talking About You NSFW ASMR 😘👅” and it’s clearly scripted, things are kept vague enough that anybody who doesn’t Know would easily just assume this is more of his usual dark RP stuff, but Marco Does know. This is a conversation about him. Only Sabo’s half of the conversation — his accomplice isn’t actually in the video — but Marco can guess what was said based on Sabo’s replies, and maybe Sabo is embellishing or editing for the camera but the gist of the conversation must of been the same. They talked about Marco, about falling for him, about the accomplice specifically falling for him. Sabo is smug and amused and turned on, he knew it was only a matter of time until they were both on the same page.

Marco gets another package in the mail. A necklace — red coral beads, worn-smooth and slightly faded, clearly something old and well-loved. This one has a photograph too. It’s a picture of the necklace Marco was wearing that night he walked home from the bar, the one he’d barely noticed getting snatched off his neck during the thrill of the chase. It’s wrapped around a fist — tanned skin, scarred knuckles, calloused fingers, little freckles dotting the back of the hand — and that fist in turn is wrapped around a cock, fully hard and beading precum at the tip and jutting up from a thatch of dark hair. Marco can just barely see the edge of a toned stomach, muscled thighs. A little note in scratchy hand-writing. “Trade you.”

SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO REPLY got lost in the sauce

I love delivery boy Ace hes such a good boy BUT ONLY for Sabo and Sabo alone however Marco may be changing him slowly and soon. Perhaps. He can he at Marcos beck and call too :3

The beautifully butchered creatures Sabo takes apart just to present their bones as trinkets, morbid little gifts to showcase just how much he loves and thinks of Marco all hand crafted its so intimate and they all take so much personal time to put together that theres no chance Marco cant not see the depth of Sabos obsessive love for him

And the hawk!!! Ace captured it and snapped its neck between his teeth, the hard card stock provided with the INPRINT OF HIS OWN TEETH TO SHOW A PERFECT MATCH HIS LARGE CANINES!!! Genrvahdhishs fucking henious creature he just wants to show off to Marco, hes big hes bad grrrr r r. R r r r r

The newest upload pings Marcos notifs and he knows from the get go that the subject matter involves him which should be the greatest red flag of all time that only makes him feel so much hotter, dimming the lights shutting the door but leaving his blinds unshuttered listens to the audio because the whisper of Sabos voice is molten heat and softest velvet and Marco shouldn’t want him or his accomplice but here he is stroking himself lazily to the voice of a man who eagerly wants to disembowel him, because he is the focal subject of this particular upload

I wanna say thank you for this part the trade of the necklaces Ace giving up something so personal to himself as a sign of his courtship and as a visual claim on Marco…. Fucking sexy

The addition of the photo with the stolen necklace around his dick is also absolutely insane because its so visceral theyre functioning as one unit yet the way they want to show their feelings towards Marco is so different Sabos slowburn, coy gifts and layered innuendo via the media Marco initially found him through and Aces direct contact approach..

Marco how does he feel receiving such a highly sexual image along with what should be a pretty normal gift, if not a little intimate due to the wear and tear on the beads, thrilled probably that he has made such a profound impact on these two men, the tension between all three of them stretches gossamer thin!!!

[blackberreh-art]

Sleep part 2 (first half)

Five months had passed since Toshinori became All for One's live in guard (Neighbor), and Toshinori had learned a few things about his former enemy-now-charge.

All for One was a slob. He left his own apartment a mess, rarely clearing trash from the counter or cleaning dishes, or making his bed or folding his clothes. That task often fell to Toshinori, which - surprisingly - he didn't have much to complain about. Toshinori had a terrible habit of getting into his own head when by himself and often forgot to clean up after himself, so cleaning up after two was a good way to keep him distracted. 

He made sure to complain, though. All for One would just shrug him off with a lazy hand wave and say that he would get to it later - and then proceed to not do that.  It was like he was used to others cleaning up after his messes. 

What a princess.

He was also a snob - to be expected. He expected the finest things, despite the fact that Toshinori was granted a small budget to keep All for One fed and watered while at the HPSC's beck and call, and it wasn't nearly enough to satisfy All for One and his need for expensive food and shiny designer clothing. And collectables. Rare figures and the like from decades ago that Toshinori had heard him clucking his tongue over as he browsed listings for on auction sites (one of the few things he was allowed on the internet to do under supervision), muttering about their real worth. Such things weren't even in the budget, much to All for One's disgust. 

Amongst other such things that were not a part of the budget - alcohol. All for One was apparently a real aficionado when it came to booze of all sorts, and once gotten on the subject would *not stop talking*. Toshinori often glazed over when the ex-villain got started because a) he didn't care, he'd never been one for drinking and cant do so anymore with half his organs gone, and b) All for One was more tolerable when he was talking about a topic he was interested in, and telling him to stop would make him pout, which made Toshinori want to punch him.

(And Toshinori had come to realize that he liked All for One's voice. The morning of the realization he'd locked himself in the bathroom and ducked his head under the sink faucet and tried to drown himself.)

(Not really, but the cold anchored him and he was able to bury those feelings deep down amongst the guilt and rage he had locked away)

(Toshinori had become very good at compartmentalising) 

The amount of time that All for One spent in Toshinori's presence grew as well. Some days Toshinori woke up to him having raided his fridge for leftovers and left a complete mess on the kitchen counter, and having taken over the entirety of the couch with his body entertaining himself with whatever book or magazine caught his attention that day. Other mornings Toshinori came into the kitchen to see All for One had made breakfast, of all things. Still made a mess that he refused to clean, but hey, who would have though the villain could make a decent meal?

(It was food Toshinori could actually eat too. A kindness that pulled at those feelings Toshinori had hidden deep away, much to his despair.)

("Don't get used to it." All for One had scoffed the first time. "I had a craving and happened to make more than necessary."

"It's not poisoned?" Toshinori asked suspiciously, despite knowing for a fact that he wouldn't have been able to get his hands on poison no matter how hard he tried.

All for One scoffed at him, fished a spoonful of perfectly-cooked-congee from Toshi's bowl and ate it with the most obscene hum imaginable. "You'll know if I drop dead shortly, won't you?"

Toshinori ate, and it was good, and he cursed at All for One the whole time.)

They spent more and more time together. All for One didn't sleep much beyond those times he crashed for a day or so each few weeks, and he kept himself occupied will Toshinori got his own rest whenever his mind allowed. They ate together. They watched tv together. They read together. They just existed together, and day in and day out fights grew less frequent, then almost non-existent. Heated debates ended in eye rolls and scoffs instead of rage and blood. All for One's attempts to get a rise of him had turned into something more teasing than malicious. In turn, Toshi was a little less on edge, more exasperated than frustrated and angry. 

Whenever forced to leave on errand runs, All for One followed along with nary a complaint - perfectly content to just be let out of the apartment complex in general. Toshinori stopped rushing to get those errands done, instead lingering on the way through the nearby park and ducking into stores they didn't really need to enter.

 All for One was like a tic who'd latched onto Toshinori and was sucking him dry of vitality, growing fat and content, while Toshinori stewed and stewed, anger and guilt carefully packed away and ignored with each new flare. 

(Toshinori thought he'd been long sick of All for One's presence. He didn't understand why one morning when he exited his bedroom and saw All for One stretched out on his couch, holding Toshi's favourite mug in hand and a dog eared book hovering over his face - and didn't feel the usual surge of irritation.)

(He'd felt, of all things, a slither of amusement. All for One dog eared his books. Who would have thought?)

Every other evening, they played Go together. It had been at least a decade since Toshinori had last played, so he was rusty, and All for One had expected it to be an easy win.

It almost was. But Toshinori had always been quick to adapt, and he had All for One on the ropes by the skin of his teeth for nearly the whole evening. The ex-villain won, barely, and the way he'd glowered at Toshinori with an anger that was quick to shift into thoughtfulness. 

All for One must have forgotten that Toshinori was a master strategist as well.

The next game, there was something like an aura of satisfaction around the ex-villain when they played, and he hardly kicked up a fuss when Toshinori won an hour later. Toshinori had been so unnerved , wondering if the villain was planning to spring something nefarious on him, but all he'd done was purr an eager "Next time, I'll win." Before he was sauntering away.

Next time, he did win. He'd swept the floor with Toshinori, smirking the entire time, and it awakened a deep, burning desire to wipe that stupid smirk off his face. 

Toshinori was determined to win, now.

(Sometimes, All for One grew Bored™️ with go, so it was with a sense of bemusement that Toshinori found himself entertaining All for One with various different games. Chess was the next best contender, and they tackled it with the same determination to win as they had Go, and Toshinori - 

Toshinori had fun.)

(More guilt is felt, firmly locked away. It was getting harder, and Toshinori was beginning to feel like he was choking.)

[scoutbot]

Please help us and don't let us suffer please

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i am so, so incredibly sorry, but i cant donate. however, im sure some of my followers can. and should.

[thesilliesgotme]

INFODUMP CAUSE I CANT SLEEP

Long post so beware

1 deaths/kills

on the episode when they get too creative they start using meat and organs to 'decorate' and be creative with (red puts glitter on a heart) so something did die, duck also dies twice, once by the veggie can (eats his insides) and he literally dies, red is supposed to die in a lake, yellow has almost died multiple times, like the episode with warren, yellow dad kills and eats an entire family of 4, they all kill warren with that spear thing and they also insult him, electracy my beloved almost dies due to power overload, and briefcase, tony (clock) veggie can, and the train man all die(all but train man die from the same guy), duck kills a bread child in the family episode, coffin possibly dies due to yellow getting duck, and stain Edwards is killed by duck in the same episode

2 teachers

I personally think the teachers are for keeping the trio entertained and educated along with making it seem like a children's show, because Lesley is at the very top of the house so she runs the show, being able to see everyone and all. She's got replacements for if they die or go missing (like the transport episode or the death episode. Also the eat healthy episode), I think the teachers are also there to keep an eye on them, like how tony is always watching in the living room, or in the family episode they teach them not to leave each other (stay In the house), or even the lamp who is in their room. also the death episode seems a bit odd plan because he doesn't teach too much and also puts them in emotional distress. Like how yellow can't let go and red makes a replacement that is later on killed. And coffin seems more annoyed and just wants to do his job as a coffin. No matter how bad things are they usually resolve themselves or the episode ends and Lesley fixes everything

3 trio dynamic

Red is 100% the father figure out of the 3 of them, he helps clean, has the recliner chair, and has the most common sense, he also drives in the transport episode (probably cause he's the only one who can reach the pedals) red also tries to make sure everyone gets along, when yellow breaks something Duck yells at him for being stupid and red steps in and yells at him for speaking like that to yellow because he said he wouldn't anymore, meaning red must have talked to duck about being mean to yellow and going easy on him, most likely because he isn't the sharpest tool on the shed (the episode does end in a fight between the 3 of them but still) Duck is kind of like the grumpy old man/husband (fluffybird yes ik) he's usually reading the newspaper and has a short temper with everyone except Colin who is nice to him and sometimes red. Duck finds the comedy in most situations and tries to take charge, he can't live without red and yellow even if he is really rude to them both, he teases red for being jealous of him being dead and he very obviously misses them in the family episode because he's the first to go. He is relived when red comes back but acts like he isn't. He also isn't mean to yellow when he brings him back from coffin and enjoys his time in the house relaxing and watching TV. Yellow is 110% the autistic son. He is very much like a child due to his old batteries and his neglectfully father who he still loves. His father probably forgot to change his batteries after a while and because he's a shitty person who lives in the walls he doesn't care. Assuming Roy (father) uses batteries too he may have become an alcoholic or drug user of some point and let his batteries go bad, maybe even before yellows went bad and yellow might have been too young to know how to replace them so he also became like Roy. Roy only speaks in grunts and noises so his must be worse than yellows. Yellow must also have gotten used to his batteries faster than his dad or just had to adapt to stay with the other 2 because when electracy has his batteries she becomes unstable along with the power overload.

4 Lesley

She's the attic dwelling mother. There are hints to her existence before the electricity episode, in the transport episode the licence plate and names on transport man are all Lesley, showing that she 'owns' the teachers in some way, like their figures in the dollhouse. I don't remember what episode it is exactly but there is one where red finds a ripe of device that controls what teachers pop up and what they do, Roy does find red back there so either Roy controls the teachers or Lesley does and Roy just watches. Also I think it's before the electricity episode but the opening scene with the house where it spins it shows a gloves hand winding up the house so it turns on and spins. In the attic when yellow finds Lesley you can see her gloved hands playing the piano with the house on top. She has all these items on display from other episodes and has lots of figures of the trio. When yellow tries to help and puts a duck figure down its head falls off, either referencing to the death episode where duck kills stain Edwards by chopping his head off or it's because only Lesley can put the puppets down.

5 the family theory

When Lesley and yellow meet in the attic she yells at him for not being his real son. Which means Roy would be her husband/ex husband/child father because Roy is yellows dad. There are lots of theories about this, like how yellow and Roy could be her dead family and to cope she kidnaped 4 people to make a semi family and decided to teach them for her own entertainment or to make her child happy, a dad and 2 friends/family members. Some people think that Lesley made the trio but there are multiple missing posters shown and the dates June 19-20 are shown which must be their kidnaping date. And for the dollhouse/dolls in the attic maybe Lesley is some sort of half being, she could have sold her soul to be this sort of puppeteer role to keep them all alive for whatever reasons she may have

This is just what I think and have noticed! Feel free to reblog and add theories/corrections/explanations I would love to hear more!

[urdadthinksimfine]

Day 3

Im mad at me how healing wounds is my priority again, a major focus for my attention, when it was healed just before my last relapse. What wouldve been my focus now, that I have acceptable skin?

Probably enduring how my skin is still breaking out, and being clean doesnt look clean or feel clean at all for me, how everything makes me cravy and destroyi and everything is destroyable and my perfectionism gets lit when there are no wounds, but just outbreaks.

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Im going to sports courses, though, trying to give me a different body feel. I cant be a dainty cute girl, maybe ill look less dirty, if my body was more defined, even though its boxy and boyish.

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I want to have a good and working skin care routine, nice products that work and a lush looking and smooth skin because of it. I want to know what my skin and body needs.

Skin care routine wise,

nutrition wise with antioxidants and shit, making my outbreaks less and making me more energetic,

exercise and body wise, what my body and mind and skin needs for getting its juices flowing, blood circulation and reducing stress and stuff,

media wise, what does it give me to share and write down, presenting myself officially, even though no one needs to read or react, with ranty-tumblr, aesthetic-tumblr, longing-tumblr..

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If been looking up nutrition for people with athritis, how to reduce inflammation and stuff.. im very cravy right now, with everything that i want but dont do or am, i know, i just wonder what it takes from me to be able to do all that..

Eating the right stuff,

cooking with herbs that do stuff,

making things pretty,

knowing what to heat and what not.

How can i act different than i do.. i dont do stuff, that i want to, because im too scared to commit to one decision. in every way. but in this case it prevents me from putting shelves on the walls, purchasing real furniture, making places for things, like tupper for herbs and racks for dishes or flatware. even more difficult, putting color onto my walls, getting decoration of any kind, blenders for the windows.

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At least Im doing my resolutions:

not destroying!

only 1 sweet snack per day (like 1 can of sugary drink, 1 piece of pie, 1 sugared coffee..)

at least 1 urban sports course per day

Other things with a little less priority:

meditating

inquiry and sitting a table

handle things on my own, instead of discussing it with my inner circle

I need to get some kind of clearity, of what I want and what is just a reaction to stress (like wanting to move cities, going to Japan or staying for a job), what do I want to do in the future (what would i like to study and/ or work later), what are my interests (maths, social problems, biologic matters, music, organizing and planning stuff, what is hobby-worthy and what would i wanna do for a job) and what and who do i wanna be, like someone completely different and try very new new things or should i pay more attention to what i think are my limits, to what is stressing me out?

"Who am I when I dont destroy myself" kinda thing.. Right now I really, really, wanna leave, the city or the country and get away, because I feel constricted. What if thats just me, with my own limitation from my addiction?

I miss the sentou and its meditative atmosphere. I miss how alone i was with my thoughts, feelings and time back there. I want that. I feel like I cant think around my people, like I cant find out what I really want.

when I came back from Japan I was so sure that I dont want to and I shouldnt stay in Berlin. I knew, I needed to change cities. and then.. I dont want to blame it on other pleople, but then she got so suicidal that I thought, whats worse, living here, giving what I can, or leaving and living with the guilt? I know and I was told that this was the wrong motive to stay, but I did and I got comfortable here.

The question is, is leaving just running away? or is leaving the healthy thing to do for me, with my way of being and with my circle being a bit.. co-dependent. ど���するの？

[highschool-rooftop]

july 6th, 2023

back again as always but this time this entry will be dedicated the things i want to change most about my body, this... flesh mecha.

my hormones. i need hrt, my dysphoria feels like it keeps getting worse and worse every time i tell myself to just wait a little bit longer, til im just a bit more comfortable where i am, to have the money to afford it and pay for the prescription. i had remember having a dream a little recently of just offing myself because i couldnt take the dysphoria. im tired of putting in all the extra effort to appear feminine but if i stop no one at my work i feel will take me for who i am and customers will most definitely misgender me. i cant go through that every day again, that'll make things worse. at least if im on hormones eventually my body will have redistributed all the fat and muscle and what not and so i wont have to keep up with my stupid walk cycle or wear my makeup every time i go out.

my voice is another thing. i hate it so fucking much- i wish i could take scissors to my throat and cut out my fucking vocals thats how much i fucking hate them. my voice is so fucking masculine and no matter how much i practice and no matter what the fuck i do or say or how i pronounce certain words i feel like theres nothing i can do because it always cracks, it always comes out masculine even when my throat muscles are doing the right shit. i dont know what to do anymore im so tempted to just have shaving part of my vocals or whatever part of my transition because i cant.....

and also while I'm at it, i need bottom surgery as like second most highest priority because as i said before this dysphoria is going to kill me. i feel like i cant even enjoy masturbating because i want to have a pussy so fucking badly- i want to be the one thats being fucked- but thanks to the fact that i was born with a dick i cant enjoy any of that and unless im lucky and fascists dont overrun my country in our next election and somehow also they figure out how to give trans people full sex organ transplants that work and are safe AND i have all the money to afford it since its unlikely we're beating Capitalism™ and turn into an anarcho-communist society in the next 6 years i wont be able to because ill be stuck with having to make due with my ass. im not a fan of assplay honestly, as much as i dont want to admit this, my diet sucks and because of that my bowel movements aren't always the most consistent, which leads to accidents and then i have to not just deal with lube and (rarely, because its so stressful worrying about whether i can actually enjoy myself and orgasm or have to clean up early and feel gross, disgusting, and so dysphoric im damn close to just disassociating and spiraling into a depression pit deep enough to make dwarves gasp in shock and awe!! its awful, and its something that i just wouldnt have to deal with if i didnt have a dick. yeah id obviously deal with periods and all the cramps and mood swings and blood, and then id also deal with discharge but its all stuff i would gladly take and suffer with if it means i can put an end to this nagging feeling inside telling me im not good enough, im just a gross perverted monster, im a freak, and that i should just end it.

[radfem-woman]

As far as abortion goes, gender ideology obfuscates reality so much that the left was too busy arguing over what and who women are, and being vague as hell when talking about abortion and womens healthcare by referring to women as a vague and general people who need abortions even though its not a general people who need access to abortion care it is females capable of becoming pregnant. The only people who need abortions are apart of the half of the population with a very important thing in common that has historically and presently puts these people(women and girls) at risk of reproductive exploitation and oppression, but now there is no longer a politically correct word to refer to this group of people. And while the left argues semantics and use of words, the right took down roe. How can you protect and defend a populace you arent allowed to name. Maddening. The right knows who the women are. The right knows how to target them and the left cant even acknowledge trans men are female as the goal posts have moved well past sex and gender being different things. Acknowledging reality is transphobic. Males will never need abortion care because they have male reproductive organs and will never be pregnant. Post modernism and rampant individualism are the bastard children of gender ideology and have direct detrimental outcomes in the real world where sex matters no matter what you believe yourself to be. This will take generations to clean up.

If your primary political fight is against trans people, you shouldn't call yourself a feminist. If most of your energy is spent opposing trans people, you shouldn't call yourself a feminist.

[im-just-a-simp-le-whore]

Headcanons again my friends

Once more it's seven deadly sins

They're just at random

I feel like the fact that meliodas (and probably zeldris) cant cook is one of 2 things

Either its a demon thing, like across the board no matter the class

this includes the ten commandments and mael

Or! Since mel and zel were royal, they had cooks or maids or some shit so they just... copied what they saw

They can make it look exactly how it's supposed to, but do not measure a god damn thing and base it on what they think they saw

Like I'm pretty sure meliodas has said something to the tune of;

"I don't know why it tastes so bad, I did what I was supposed to"

Which leads me to believe hes just fucking winging it, eyeballing the entire "recipe"

Meliodas has one regular that no matter where he goes this regular always finds the tavern

After a while of it just happening, meliodas and regular are on a first name basis and are fairly good friends

Meliodas gets concerned if he hasnt seen said regular for a town or two

Mf pops in like "sorry I was sick!" Or "my wife just had a baby! :)"

The baby screamed and cried when it saw meliodas

Also puked on him, multiple times

Meliodas has vowed to never hold a baby again because of this, but never tells the regular that :)

I would also imagine meliodas is like horrifically anal about his tavern, keeps everything super clean, but for fucks sake he cannot organize for shit, except for the booze :)

Nothing has a designated spot

He plays musical shelf/drawers until he finds what he needs

Bans first day meliodas and diane swear up and down they saw a tear run down bans face after spending 45+ min looking for a spatula

After that ban spent several hours organizing the kitchen

The next day meliodas immediately fucked it up and Ban was found later that night drunk and sobbing on the floor

The following morning ban holds up a teaspoon and a 1 cup measuring cup and asks meliodas to spot the difference

Meliodas cannot spot the difference

No one fucks up bans kitchen organization anymore

If kids come in the tavern they immediately flock to hawk

Hawk lives for the scraps attention :)

[symphonicmetal101]

Over-Tired OM Boys HCs

Here's the initial thing that got me started thinkin bout the boys, but here ya go-

Lucifer

- this man, once he hits overtired, is extremely gullible, which is why he locks himself in his office until hes done what needs to be done

- also cannot keep a train of thought for more than 20 seconds and it drives him nuts

- and then he loses his focus even more because he's upset

- you tried knocking on the door once, and told him when you closed your eyes, you couldnt see and needed to go to the doctor

- man went from frustrated to concerned in a heartbeat, only after opening the door realizing how foolish he had just come across

- but now the door was open and you had access to him, and reluctantly he let you drag him to bed

- Will deny it ever happened, and if you bring it up, expect a punishment.

- Though he is grateful you made him rest so he would not become the laughingstock of his brothers

Mammon

- over tired bby will ramble until he forgot what he was talking about and space out for a solid ten seconds before snapping back

- it doesnt matter if you're listening intently or only half listening, he makes no sense what so ever.

- If you can record him without him noticing you (which is easy to do in this state) and play it back once he's rested he's either facepalming and blushy for the nonsense he spewed or he managed to pick out what he may have been trying to say and gets super excited, going off on another more understandable tangent.

- Gaming is a priority

Levi

- Sleeping is not

- Levi usually ends up just tired, not wired but dear lord when he does-

- All that energy and passion he pours into the way he speaks about anime and manga?

- Its physical now...oh and hes slightly more extroverted

- Though its a rare sight, over tired Levi works out and rambles about whatever it was that made him stay up that long, and hes doing it all in your room

Satan

- Over tired Satan is a rare sight, though it happens often, as he holes up in his room

- He gets an impulse to clean, and will tidy and clean and organize his books, though it never lasts

- and theres no escape, he will start crying if he feels you arent paying attention or if you're about to leave

- Depending on who you are, he either becomes 10000000% testier, or hes a giggly mess, there is no in between

Asmo

- Finds everything funny, but will get pouty if it came from someone he doesnt really like

- Over tired Asmo is rare, likely the rarest of all the boys to see, save for Barbatos

- but he is a chaotic little fucker

- dear god

- He will raid the fridge and pantry worse than Beel, specifically when hes on a diet-

- Then MC you're either in for one hell of a story from Asmo, most of them his not-so-proud drunk moments that he never talks about for that reason but he cant stop himself-

-his laugh sounds even more high pitched than normal, and a little maniacal, and he finds everything he says hilarious

- you will go on an adventure probably

Beel

- spaces out randomly, and also cries easily, dont point this put to him and say yes to his adventures, he'll change his mind a thousand times on the way- just go with it

- overtired Beel happens quite a bit, usually after the victory of a game and the adrenaline starts to wear off- and then he still has stuff to do

- but instead of "oh" and maybe a small laugh when he realizes what happened its more ".....oh" and then he looks like he's having an existential crisis

- you will have to physically lead him to bed after that, he's too busy thinking and slowly eating whatever is in his hand

- he snacks to keep himself awake, and poor himbo man is even more gullible than usual

- will want to cuddle, but wont ask when hes like this

Belphie

- out like a bulb immediately

- The Avatar of Sloth? Over tired? yes it happens unfortunately-

- He gets even grumpier than usual because he can’t sleep

- Then at night its just restless tossing and turning

- yes even the seemingly flawless butler gets overtired, but opposite of Asmo, he is far better at concealing it

- Usually happens when he intentionally sleeps through important meetings and days for Lucifer back to back to back

- It’s another excuse to hold you though, so he might make himself over tired more often

Barbatos

- You will see him stifle yawns

- And when given instructions, his eyes widen slightly with concentration as he whispers the instructions over and over under his breath so nobody can hear, but its clear his lips are moving

- he cannot be bribed

- he can be intimidated though, and how you ask?

- “threaten” to go tell Beel or Dia because you know full well if they were asked, they would carry Barb back to his quarters if you can’t do so on your own-

- no he will not sleep

- Usually that’s enough to convince him, but you have to stay near to make sure he doesn’t leave until he’s well-rested, otherwise he’ll leave as soon as possible and try to get back to work

- buuuut if you’re “on guard” or in bed with him- well he might have a few extra minutes or hours to spend with you

Diavolo

- overtired Diavolo is rather rare, as Barbatos is very strict with the prince's schedule

- Still though if Diavolo truly wants to keep going...all Barb can do is prepare for the future

- Which uh...just means being able to drag the prince to his quarters

- If you thought he was lively before, being overtired is kinda like giving caffiene to a squirrel for him

- Until he suddenly crashes....which, depending on how you like his company, can be unfortunate as his kick can last for hours

Simeon

- Simeon goes into zombie mode when he's overtired

- He hates to admit it, but it tales every oumce of strength to not fall asleep in the middle of classes

- Not that Luke would let him

- He's a little dazy, a little slow, but even just a power nap gets the angel going again

Luke

- Babie boy, don't stay up with the big kids-

- an overtired ten year old follows a certain progression

- grumpy, denial in need of sleep, chatterbox, chatterbox, chatterbox, chatt- oh he fell asleep in the middle of his sentence

- will not acknowledge anything in the morning, even as he walks out of his bedroom instead of the random place he slept, instead carrying on the conversation he left half finished the night before

Solomon

- hah

- he has spells

- who needs sleep?

- bastard also pushes himself too far, but disguises it with more ease than anyone else, at least until its just the two of you

- He tends to run his hand through his hair more often, fidgets more

- hes a little jumpy too, so continue with caution if you dont want to be turned into a frog-

Anyways, I know its been a hot minute since I posted anything really uh...substantial? I guess this will have to do?? I'm going to be travelling for a bit, so I apologize for slow updates, also dont have the patience to make a queue

Thank y'all for supporting me anyways, it means a lot!! Keep an eye out for the next OC Hunger Games~

Love ya!!

Masterlist

[tsumuki]

haikyuu boys as different types of love languages

a/n basically the boys i think most embody the 5 basic love languages; super random but

physical touch as sugawara koushi

constantly touching you in some way whether it be patting your head, holding you hand, rubbing your back

greets you with a hug and kiss every morning and every night when he drops you off

also guides you by having his hand on the small of your back in the hallways, so it’s not as obvious as holding hands

but in private he’s all over you, laying on top of while you have your arms and legs wrapped around him, when you’re cooking he’s hugging you from behind, or when you’re working he’ll take your hand and use the excuse “i can type with one hand”

“koushi i cant breathe” you say as he lays on top of you, in attempt to cuddle you.

“it’s okay you can die like this” he says as he nuzzles further into your neck. you hit his back lightly, letting out an airy laugh. his warmth spreads through your body and you inhale his scent.

he gets up and looks at you as he flips you over, so now your laying on his chest and straddling his waist. “better now?” he says with a cheeky grin.

you feel your cheeks heat up as you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling his face closer, teasing him as your lips brush against each other.

“so that’s how you wanna play?” he questions as he quirks his brow, he moves his hands lower to your waist pulling you even closer.

“two can play at this game babe.”

words of affirmation as oikawa tooru

oikawa is no stranger to self doubt and insecurities, but since he knows what it feels like, he never wants you to feel that way

tells you everyday that he loves you, even if you guys are fighting, he will make an effort to send at least a text, reminding you that he loves you

reminds you every morning how beautiful you look, definitely a great hype man.

knows that his fan girls can be a lot sometimes, so he puts in extra effort to reassure you he only has eyes for you

you felt pathetic, crying on your boyfriends bedroom floor pouring out your insecurities. his fan girls were so beautiful, thin, and what were you?

his heart aches as he wraps his arms around you, cooing in your ear. if he could take the pain away he would, but he can’t. so he speaks up instead,

“baby, you know what i love about you?” he waits for a reply, continuing when he’s met with silence,

“i love when your eyes light up when you talk, or how you look when the moon lights your face when we walk at night.”

he hears your cries start to soften, his heart warming as he continues.

“i also love how your cheeks lift when you smile, or how your hair flows when you let it down” he kisses your head,

“baby i could go on, but we’d never stop. i know how you’re feeling, but if you remember anything i tell you tonight, remember, you’re my world. if only you could see yourself from my eyes, you’d love yourself beyond compare. and i’ll always be here to remind you of what you’re worth”

he kisses the top of your head and lifts your head up so you meet eyes, “okay?”

“okay.”

quality time as kenma kozume

introverted bby so he prefers staying in with you, usually orders food and listens to you ramble about your day or whatever else is on your mind

isn’t the most talkative, but a great listener. when you’ve run out of things to talk about you two just enjoy each other’s presence while doing your own thing

always makes an effort to walk you home after school so you can spend more time together

will sometimes show up to your house unannounced and lays on your bed while you do homework or talk to your friends

you don’t have to be talking to each other, but he’s comforted knowing you’re around

“hey babe” you say as you enter his room, he greets you back as you make your way to his bed. he lifts up his arms allowing you to rest your head on his lap.

“how was your day” he says, eyes still glued to his monitor. you rub his thigh and start your ramble about today’s stories, but then you stop. worry creeping in about talking to much and potentially annoying him since he was gaming.

“why’d you stop, i’m still listening babe”

although it’s small, you can’t help but feel your heart swell knowing you’re not a bother to him, even with your constant rambling.

not long after you two fall into a comfortable silence and you get up and pull out your work from your bag and mindlessly start. you notice kenma starting to dose off, soon he’s the one who rests his head on your lap.

you sigh contently as you bring your hand to his hair and play with the ends, he hums when he feels your touch. you smile as you push your work the the side and you close your eyes as well, dosing off as well.

you can always finish your work later, you think to yourself as you slip into unconsciousness, your hand still playing with kenma’s hair.

acts of service as iwaizumi hajime

isn’t the best with words so decides to let his actions do the talking

does small things like walking you to class even if his class is the other way or walk you home even if he’s tired from practice

i also believe he’s a great cook, so he prepares lunches and snacks for you while he’s making his

also when your sick he’ll pick up your work from your classes, prepare some food for you, and will care for you while you’re sick

or when you’re stressed w school or work he’ll tidy up your room / house so you come home to a clean space so you’re able to relax. overall motherly af

everything was falling apart. no matter how much you tried to balance out your school, work, social life, and clubs it never worked out, something was always overlooked and missed.

you received many texts and reminders from iwaizumi to not over work yourself. although you knew you should’ve told him, you hid it from him, not wanting him to worry. he has been working so hard with his work, that you don’t want to add any stress. so you put on a smile.

you groan as you clock out of work, making your way back to you and iwaizumi’s apartment. once you get home you’re met with a delicious aroma. you’re confused, to your knowledge iwaizumi had been working late tonight.

you make your way into the apartment to be met with iwa’s back to you, as he cooks something on stove. you scan the apartment to see your books and papers organized and everything that littered the floors and tables, put away and tidied.

you exhale contently, your heart swelling at the sight as he turns around and pulls you into his arms rubbing your back. the simple act makes your eyes water.

“i know how stressed you’ve been. you don’t have to hide it” is all he says, and your few tears turn into sobs. he stays silent as he continues rubbing your back trying to sooth you, letting you know he’s here. once your tears dry he kisses your temple.

“i have a bath running for you babe, wash up and we’ll eat when you’re done” he says as he kisses you again, “and i’ll bring your clothes, they’re in the dryer”

you feel your eyes water again, not because of stress or sadness, but because you can’t contain how much you truly love him. you smile and nod, pulling him to hug him again.

“thank you so much.”

gift giving as akaashi keiji

mans is a sucker for cheesy romantic stuff

brings you a bouquet every time you guys have a date, isn’t necessarily the biggest bouquet but makes an effort to bring you one every time

goes ham when it’s your birthday, christmas, valentines, etc. holiday? you better prepare to be bombarded with gifts.

also loves taking you shopping. you always tell him he doesn’t have to buy you anything but insists. and when you see something you like but decide against getting it, he’ll buy it for you the next day

even small things like when he’s walking home and he sees a stuffed bear, he’ll buy it for you saying “it reminded him of you and he absolutely had to get it” or picking up your favorite snack and bringing it to you at much

you always tell him he doesn’t have to get you anything to be happy but he insists, that doesn’t mean you don’t shower him in gifts as well

you’re rushing through your apartment as you’re putting the final touches on your outfit for you and akaashi’s date. you jump when you hear the doorbell.

you swing the door open to be met with a face full of flowers. you blush at the sight, no matter how many times you’ve received flowers from him, you’re still flustered. you gesture him to come in, taking the flowers from his hands, thanking him.

“hey babe you look great” he says as he kisses you on the cheek. you smile back as you put the flowers into the vase with the preexisting flowers.

“you know i’m gonna drown in flowers one day if you keep getting me them babe” you say in a joking tone, he chuckles with you, “at least you’ll die a beautiful death” he retorts, laughing as you lightly hit his shoulder

he smiles as he takes both your hands, looking you up and down, “beautiful absolutely beautiful” he says, voice full of admiration. your heart swells at his simple words. “only for you” you say with a smile resting softly on your face.

“you know what would make it better though?” he asks, you shoot him a confused look and he reaches in his pocket pulling out a small velvet box.

your eyes widen and heart drops as he reveals a simple ring. he laughs at your obviously shocked expression, “hey it’s just a promise ring,” he starts, worry slightly seeping from his words, “don’t worry, this is just as a reminder, that i’ll love you forever” he finishes as he slips the ring onto your finger

you feel your eyes slightly water at his words, feeling overwhelmed with your emotions. cupping his cheeks and pulling him in for a kiss.

“so promise you want drown in my flowers before i make it a real one” he says with a cheeky grin

“promise.”

[13uswntimagines]

Her Mess (Christen x Reader)

Request: Christen x reader where reader is younger and in college and reader meets the team

It was safe to say that you had always been a bit of a mess. You would argue that you were an organized mess, but Christen would disagree. If the gay mess you turned into the first time Mal had ever introduced you to her was anything to go off of. Yes, you were a mess, but you were her mess, and she took great joy in helping to keep you on track. 

From the very beginning, she had helped you with your schedule. Made sure you ate and gave yourself time for studying and soccer. She never overstepped, she was your girlfriend not your mother after all, but she was definitely the organized one in your relationship. 

It was why the prospect of traveling without her was incredibly daunting. She was already at camp with the rest of the national team (who you would be meeting for the first time) and you would be meeting them there with Mal after the two of you finished finals. To say you were nervous was an understatement. It was your first call up, and though your girlfriend and best friend had assured you it would be fine, you weren’t so sure. You had quadruple checked the list of things Christen and you had made, but even as you left the plane you were sure you had left something important. You were going to meet the team and you didn’t know if you were supposed to be meeting Christen too, or if you two were going, to be honest. 

You sighed, running your hand through your messy hair, before slipping your beanie back on. Your knee jumped up and down impatiently, and you bit your lip. You didn’t like waiting. Why did this car ride have to be so long?

“Do I need to call Mama Press or are you going to chill out on your own?” Mal said finally, her hand coming down to still your leg. You grinned sheepishly at her. 

“I just-... What if they don’t like me, and what if they’re weirded out by the age difference?” You rambled, your fingers tapping on the car window. 

“You’re like the funniest person I know. The team is going to love you! And I’ll be honest, It was a little weird at first for the person who was like my sister to be dating someone who was basically my mom. But after watching you two together, it’s obvious that you were made for each other,” Mal said softly, her hand running soothing circles on your thigh. You frowned. 

“What if she doesn’t want to tell them that she’s dating me because she’s ashamed of the age difference?” You asked softly, staring intently at your lap. Sure, Mal was cool with the age difference now, and so we’re your parents, but you knew that there were a lot of people out there who weren’t. Plus Christen was the Christen Press, and you were just a disorganized rookie. 

Gentle fingers tilted your chin up, and your Y/e/c met Mal’s brown.“Christen is a lot of things. I don’t think ashamed is one of them,” 

You nodded, returning your attention to the city passing by. You loved Christen, and you hoped that Mal was right. 

******

Most people would hate getting off a plane and stepping directly into practice, but you were grateful for it. The field was your happy place, a place you didn’t have to think about all the what-ifs. A place where you could simply showcase your skills. 

By the time you and Mal made it to the locker room, it was nearly empty. (Barring your girlfriend, who had stayed back to give you a tight hug and kiss, and Tobin who just sent you a small smile). 

“You ready for this cutie?” Your girlfriend asked, settling down on the bench beside you, nudging you with her shoulder, and placing a kiss on your pink cheeks. 

You stuck your tongue out at Mal who made a gagging sound. 

“I think so,” You shrugged, rooting through your bag to find the last items of your gear, things you were sure you had put in this morning. Your eyebrows furrowed as you shoved your shin guards aside in search of your socks. 

“Is it true you have the sprint record for UCLA?” Tobin nudged your other side. You nodded, not taking your eyes off of the contents of your bag. Had you been paying more attention, you probably would have freaked out that the Tobin Heath knew who you were. 

“Don’t forget the juggling record either,” Mal added, smiling. You had quite the reputation for putting defenders on their asses, and it was going to be entertaining watching you work your magic with the national team. 

“Damn,” Tobin mumbled wide eyes. She was going to have to call dibs on you for the scrimmage. You barely spared her a glance, groaning as you continued to dig for an item you were beginning to fear wasn’t in your bag. You took a deep breath, trying not to panic. Of course you had forgotten something important on your first camp with the national team.

Christen rubbed your back, her head tilting to the side as you ignored one of your heroes (your hero being her best friend was something she found immensely entertaining), her hand coming up to rub your back. “What are you looking for my darling,” 

“I forgot my socks,” you huffed, shoving your bag to the floor pouting. Christen’s lips ticked up slightly as she leaned in to kiss your pink cheeks. 

“That’s alright. I have an extra pair for you in my bag,” 

Your blush deepened as you took the extra pair, slipping them on your feet. You nodded in thanks, she simply winked in return. She knew you’d forget something. You always did. 

******

Meeting the team was an… experience. Kelley had immediately jumped on top of you, squealing about a new baby to corrupt before she was pulled off by Alex. Ashlyn and Ali had argued with Becky and Alyssa about who was going to be your team moms. The youngins had bombarded you with so many questions that it felt like your head was spinning. But through it, all Christen’s hand remained firmly in yours. 

Standing in line, waiting for the forward vs defender drill to begin was a surreal experience for you. You watched with a keen eye as Mal went first and nearly navigated the ball past Becky. You kissed Christen’s cheek before she went and cleanly got past Kelley. Tobin took the next spot, pulling a clean nutmeg off on Abby. You were going to have to one-up her. 

You took a deep breath, trying to settle your nerves, waiting to see which defender you would be up against. 

“You good kid?” Megan asked, bumping your shoulder with her. You blinked, fighting the urge to squeal that The Megan Rapino was talking to you. 

“Hm, excited!” You smiled, biting your lip as Sonnett took her place at the front of her line. Sonnett was good, but you were better and your desire to make a good first impression meant that you were really going to have to put on a show. There would be no better partner for the dance you had planned. 

“Think you can best Sonnett?” Carli smirked, tapping you the ball. 

“Definitely. Cant let a Cavalier get one over on me,” You winked, beginning to juggle the ball. Yeah, this was going to be fun. 

******

“Holy shit, how are you so fast,” Emily panted, catching up to you after you’d made another shot at an unsuspecting Alyssa Naeher. It speared just past her fingertips, making the goal rattle as it made contact with the net. 

“I ate lots of fudge striped cookies when I was younger,” You nodded, wiping the sweat from your forehead and heading towards the sidelines for your water break. From the time you were little you had believed wholeheartedly that the cookies made you run faster. 

“Fudge stripped what?” Emily asked, her eyebrows furrowing beside you. 

“Made by the Keebler elves. They’re magic,” You shrugged, glancing around for the greenbottle with your name on it, entirely unaware of the odd looks the team was giving you and the loving smile your girlfriend was sporting. “Where did I put my bottle?” 

“It’s over-“ Mal started, only to be cut off by Christen’s elbow being lodged in her ribs. 

“Take mine babe,” She laughed, passing you her bottle. You nodded in thanks, squirting the liquid into your mouth. What would you do without her? Mal smirked over your head at the green-eyed forward. Maybe part of your forgetfulness was her love of coming to your rescue. 

“Sick ball skills Ducky,” Tobin clapped you in the back. 

“Thanks!” You squeaked, the stream of water missing your mouth and spraying Christen in the chest. “Oops,” You giggled. 

“If you want me to kiss you, you did it have to get me all wet, you could just ask,” She winked and you felt heat wash over your cheeks, all your previous confidence evaporating. 

 Mal covered her ears and shook her head fast. “Please don’t answer that with the comeback you’re thinking of,”. You smirked, shaking your head. You wouldn’t force her to bear her best friend and her team mom flirting. 

“Hmm, I love your kisses,” 

Christen giggled, wrapping her arms around your waist, and pulling you into a quick kiss. You pulled away when the team wolf-whistled, burying your face in your girlfriend's chest. 

“Told you she wasn’t embarrassed,” Mal said, patting your back. 

“Yeah, how could she when you put everyone on their ass,” Sonnett cackled. Your groan was muffled by your girlfriend's soft skin. Her fingers found their way under your chin, coaxing you out of your favorite hiding place. You Y/e/c eyes met her green ones. 

“You thought I was embarrassed?” She asked softly, and you gave her a slight nod. How couldn’t she be? She was the Christen Press and you were just a bumbling college student who would lose her head if it wasn’t attached to her body. 

“You’re you, and you have everything together, and I’m me and I forget everything,” You mumbled, shrugging. 

“Well, I love you, even when you forget stuff. Plus, You look really cute in my clothes,” She kissed your nose and your cheeks before landing on your lips. You smiled into the kiss, enjoying the way her soft lips felt against yours. 

It didn’t matter that you were younger. You would prove yourself to be an asset to the team and Christen loved you. 

“Did they forget we’re here?” Emily’s whisper read followed by a slapping sound and Lindsey’s voice. 

“Way to ruin a moment Sonnett,” 

Yes. You were a mess, but you were Christen’s mess and you’d fit right in. 

[vrnicky]

Lets go with some...

Deal breakers and things they admire from someone!!

In a romantic way and also in general! Man, this is going to be long- REALLY LONG-

Gotta thanks @ratsoh-writes lol

Sans:

-His deal breaker is either hating his brother or just being an *ss. Dont get him wrong, he gets when someone is teasing or joking around but when he knows someone is a truly *ss, you've been ghosted. Romantically is literally the same without counting how much he loves his job, if the probably future s/o doesn't want him that busy as he gets then maybe dont be with him??? He can't let aside his job that he truly enjoy for someone that isn't even his s/o-

-Something he admire either platonically or romantically is if they're also invested in their work/studies. That they dont mind having to stay late doing something they enjoy and not being forced to do. If i say knowing to say puns is already too used but anyone can make jokes or be the joke; how the ones with the bubbly attitude just keep being themselves is also something he admires.

Papyrus:

-One of his deal breakers are totally seeing the bad side of everyone like, all of the people and world in general. He doesn't like hearing talking sh*t about someone who they dont know??? Just with the excuse of "just look how they dress!" If you do this, he may just snap at you and just to break any connections; he still believes in everyone until they show him otherwise. That goes for also romantically! Too much jealous and trying to manipulate him is also one.

-Since he already sees the good in everyone what isn't something he admire from someone??? Platonically how they stood up for what they want and dont listen to some "extras" who are just jealous; romantically is another different thing, no matter your appearence because none of them would care but how compasive and kind they are is something he admire from his crushes.

Blue:

-His deal breaker either platonically or romantically for him, is one. Being treated as a child, he HATES it with all of his soul being treated like glass just because he is "small" and cute?? Well, cute he knows it; i think all my sanses would not tolerate someone who hate their brother or talk bad about them. Its a rule.

-If he ever meet someone like him, small, cute at everyone's eyes but they used to win stuff (without going that high) thats something he admires because not all the time he gets what he wants when he ask for it because he is "small" but instead, they can do it without a problem? How cool! Romantically may be acting like you want to act without waiting for everyone to like you, you're the one making decisions, not them!!

Miere:

-He is the most chill with deal breakers and that because.. he doesn't care that much but people making him choose between them or another cigarette/videogames/etc actually makes him mad and mostly uncomfortable, okay, you want me to probably choose you? Then gain it, its stupid how you try to compare yourself to something that isn't alive, for god's sake...

-People who actually give sh*t to people who expect a lot from them, he feels.. protective mostly from those ones since you do you man! He's here to support you in that big step you actually want to do for yourself, not your family, friends, neighbors. He likes their bravery.

Red:

-His more deal breakers were slowly fading away as he got "comfortable" in the surface but he still has one, someone who is really interested in scaring him by getting behind him; yes, it may be stupid but he HATES it because that return him into the underground when he could have been dusted in a blink of an eye, NEVER ever do that to Red.

-If someone can flirty and not get flustered thats a "marry me please" from Red, mostly joking.. unless. But also the fact of compliments that aren't in a flirt fight, genuine compliments also get him and he really admire them, like a lot actually. Use it either just to fluster him and get him grumpy or just do it if you want him to crush on you and deny it.

Cap:

-Lazy people, hands down or well, dirty people. He just can't help it, he hates watching a place so trash down but dont get him wrong; if you work 24/7, he will let it pass and if you're already friends he may help you and even help you organize everything. But if you dont work or study and have everything as a chaos... he may never go to your house again, total mother attitude.

-Now, what you really expect from him, everything in order and everything clean, If you can keep that even with your job or study, he may start being interested in you, legit. Or also if you take your job really seriously, If you want something and you go for it without having to hurt anyone in the process may also crush him hard, he doesn't like the ones who likes to feel superior of other people. If you want to be a good leader, you have to treat your team in a good way if you're expecting them to do a great job.

Black:

-Say something sh*tty about his brother and he is so done with you right now, like, another type of done with you. His brother is his everything and you better not try to ask him to choose between him or you because, sorry not sorry but he's choosing Slim, you had that win from before. Also blaming them about everything they went through. No, get the f*ck away.

-The protective instict towards family is something he will always respect, no questions asked; If you either have older or younger brother doesn't matter, for him it matter how much you protect them for love, of course, dont make them useless, just, let them know how much you care for them and Black would soften a little.

Slim:

-If you call him a baby because of wanting to be with his brother or trying to protect him, you wouldn't get it so dont talk about something you wont understand. Also the fact of making fun of his insecurities affect him HARD. Mostly because of his jealousy, he cant help it because a lot of people are better than him but here you are, making fun of him. People are better than you, after all.

-If you're also touch starved, dont get him wrong, he doesn't want anyone to be touch starved but he may enjoy more if you are since he's clingy even with friends, you're just so soft and squishy! If you're his s/o in the other hand.. he's more flirty clingy or child clingy by your side, you decide lol.

Hans:

-He's really weird because platonically, he hates that his friends or people trust so easily and romantically is the opposite! He hates when his crush/s/o doesn't trust them. That has an explanation, he doesn't trust that easily even with his joker attitude and when he probably accept his feelings towards a person, he started trusting more and more but now they dont trust him??? Like??? That's a really deal breaker for him.

-Now, he admires those people who had been hurt before but still can see the bright side of everything, yet, he doesn't understand them enough. That works for just a friend or crush/s/o. He will admire them not letting a Karen ruin their day too lol.

Edan:

-Saying his brother didn't suffer enough, making him less at what he felt as a toddler in a fell world... yeah basically you gain hate instead of love from Edan. He HATES hearing sh*t of his bro but the sh*t that involves his past or scars. That's his true deal breaker. No matter if its for s/o or just friend, dont say sh*t of his brother.

-Now, one word, fashion. Yes, he may not like dressing up that much as the old lady squad or that but he legit admires people who make perfect outfits that help their tone of skin, hair color, eyes, body, etc look good!

Allen:

-If you remember him how he killed those children because HE PROMISED to give his world freedom.. get the f*ck out of his sight; the sad thing of that is, he wont get mad, he will get sad and his hate towards himself would be stronger, please, dont do it.

-Someone who is really the word generous, no matter if you may ended up without nothing but you help someone in need and not expecting something back. He may crush on you thanks to that, he can't help it.

Bliss:

-If you call him out by the fact he left his brother alone, he has his reasons and both of them already talk about that. Dont bring that conversation ever again in his face, he gets MAD at that. Also hurting or insulting children AND talking sh*t of his brother, he doesn't want anyone talking bullsh*t at the back of his older brother.

-If you're a EXPERT with kids, he may put you in a fricking shrine; dude, he has the attitude of Toriel, of course he will want someone that likes kids and know how to deal with them. Either for just a friend or s/o, he may crush on you tho lol.

Zen:

-Treat him like he is scary and he is some type of weird creature... He may ghost you if you do, yes, he may be more taller and bigger than Sans but he is more soft than him. Of course, he may want you to treat him with patience mostly, his memory isn't the best so he may ask you twice about everything. If you're not patience then you shouldn't have talked to him in first place.

-Again, Patience is the key of Zen and if you either have literally the soul trait of patience or is in your personality; he really admire how patience you can be with either elder people or small kids, he may slowly crush but he may not know.

Max:

-A little the same as Zen, treat him like a weird creature and he may be upset at it and a upset Max is no joke; also treating his brother like a child or abusing his bad memory to get away with something... now that something that would make him MAD, since the famine has passed, he may got the older brother role and someone treating bad his brother make his non-existing blood boil.

-While Zen wants someone with a patience attitude, he wants a kindness attitude, he just wants someone that would be nice to everything and everyone, not giving a single f*ck if is a human, monster, elder, kid, etc. He just want them to be friendly and kind, more because of his scary look with his softie attitude, two totally different things in only one monster; that's him.

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Tolerate it - Part 4

Notes: Here is the part everyone waited for. I have been receiving so much love from you guys, and I don't know how to thank you. You guys are completely utterly amazing, and I cant wait to give you guys more of this story. I think i can write part 5 in a day, idk, but I will try my best for you guys. 

Thank you so much for your love, it means the world to me. I receive any type of feedback, comments or request, I posted a prompt list so you guys can have a little idea for your request but if it is your own then I have no problem writing it.

Thank you again for reading, I hope you like it.

Lena Luthor x reader, Kara Danvers x reader, Alex Danvers x reader. Baby Danvers.

24 hours before

The raindrops overwhelmed the streets of National City. The overwhelming sound of the rain falling was heard all around the city. The way the cold breeze moved the trees. The light of the posts illuminating the city during the cold and rainy night.

You were happily cleaning the decoration table, as you hummed to the melody that has been in your head the whole day. JJ, your boss came walking laughing when she saw your mood. “Why is my favorite pastry chef so happy may I ask” 

“First of all, I'm your only chef, and well like you know I finally cracked it. The lemon pie cake recipe, Lena loves so much. It was a success boss I made four cakes and they are all gone, third I got Lena's favorite flowers and favorite pastry, fourth I don't know, I think that is it” You stopped cleaning before showing her the flowers you had gotten earlier that day, and then the other box with the cake while smiling widely.

The blonde looked at you before sighing, you had worked with her for 5 years now, and she had seen you in the past with Barry and now Lena. She cared about you in her own way, you were her principal chef and somehow you became her friend. The blonde said as she closed the register walking to get her things.“Never change, Danvers.”.

You nodded and kept cleaning and organizing your workspace. Lena never leaves your mind, you knew you had to talk to your sisters and your girlfriend soon because it had been two weeks since the school decided to fire you since they found a better fitting music teacher.

The fact that you worked your ass off in the school, so the children could have the best of you, wasn't enough for them, and it hurt you. What other things have you done, are doing, or will do that are not going to be enough?

Like the time you worked on a project for 6 months straight, not taking care of yourself, working in three jobs, going out of line to make sure the movie sample was perfect. Trying to achieve your dreams, only for the executive director to call you one morning to tell you, they had found some else, someone better. 

It scared you to think about the fact that Lena may find someone else, you knew she deserved everything she wanted and needed it, she deserves someone who was smart, stable, powerful, someone strong who can give her anything, someone without trust or abandonment issues, someone perfect for her, and you had a long way to be that person for her. 

But every time she had seen your insecurities, she had come and reassured you every single thing, she had made your insecurities go away. She had made you feel worthy and perfect for her. But your insecurities had always been a part of you and somehow Lena worked in every step of the way with you.

Your boos whistle pulling out of your thoughts, before making you look up as she threw the store keys for you to close before she concluded “You are way too deep kid”

You murmured as you looked at the raindrops. “How could I not? she is my everything”

The rain covered you completely as you rode your bicycle, the coat on your basket covering the pastries boxes and the flowers. The way your cold shirt cling to you, and your socks getting wetter every time you passed through a puddle. Your soaked hair taking over parts of your face, as you felt the cold breeze hit your face, your breathing became stronger when you started to feel the freezing temperature.

Before entering the lobby of the large building, you tried to get rid of the extra water from your clothing, but it seems impossible. Grabbing the things you entered and smiled when you felt the warm temperature. You watched the clock and noticed the time it was 8:35 PM, meaning it took you over 10minutes to get there. 

Mr. Simmons, the doorkeeper of the penthouse chuckled at you, you were too stubborn to take a taxi or let Lena’s driver, Mr. Smith, to drive you even when it is dangerous outside, you had always preferred to ride your bike. 

After Jeremiah, your dad died, and you felt your world crashing down, you didn't want help. You kept quiet about your feelings, trying to comfort your loved ones, every time you felt you need space to open up alone, you rode your bicycle to the beach and sat for hours thinking, and crying. After a time your bike was the only way you went to places alone, it was the way you remember it was okay to be alone and to be hurting as long as the ones you love are okay and happy.

“Ms. Danvers, good evening,” The man said as he called the elevator for you.

You rolled your eyes at your name, before speaking “Good evening Simmons, we have talked about this call me Y/N, we have known each other for 3 years” 

The old man responded as he chuckled, maintaining the elevator open for you.“Yes miss-...Y/N, I hope you don't get sick”

You mention as you walked inside, giving him boxes with various types of cheesecakes smiling.“I hope so too, Simmons. Here this is for you ” 

“Thank you Y/N, have a great night,” The man said waving at you.

You yelled when the door began to close, the old man nodded and smiled at you. “You are welcome! good night and say hi to your family for me”

Each floor of the building was elegant, classy, and minimalist. The soft LED lights on the top and bottom corners of the corridors, the way the blue and gray color made pop up the white vintage doors. 

You took the key chain out of your pocket, putting the security code in, waiting for the green light meaning you could put the key card in. The keychain was simple, it had the keycard and a polaroid photo of you and Lena, the day you moved in. Lena was laughing at something and you were looking at her as if she had brought down the moon for you. 

You entered with difficulty at the apartment trying to not let anything fall as you spoke before you stopped completely when you saw your girlfriend in one of the bar stools drinking wine.“Baby, I'm home! Sorry it took me a while but it was raining and I tried my best on the bicycle, nut that is not important, what is important in that I have something for you, you are not going to believe me when I tell you that after 3 years of dating you and knowing your favorite cake, I cracked the recipe- ”

You didn't even think about anything else, you immediately turned to her side, putting all of the things on the kitchen aisle, as you asked worriedly while checking her for any types of injuries.“Lee? Are you okay? Are you hurt? Did something happen? Do you want me to take you to the hospital? Do you want anything?-”

“I need to tell you something” Your girlfriend interrupted with a tone, you swear you have never heard from her. It was cold but at the same time vulnerable. She glances at the wine glass, not looking at you.

Pain and worries flashed through your eyes when you felt the sudden change of attitude. You felt the wall she had put between you guys when you entered the apartment, no greeting, kiss, or hug. It felt like you were nobody. That morning everything was perfect. Why is this happening now? Why the sudden change?.

You started to say before stopping, taking her in. She was not okay and she needs you now. It didn't matter if you would wake up tomorrow sick, what matter was that Lena was okay.“Lee do you mind if i- you know what that doesn't matter, you are first.”

You quickly went to one of the bar stools and sat down facing Lena. You went to grab her hands, and she quickly put them away from you. There was the moment you knew the hurt in your eyes could be seen by everyone.

You cleared your throat, shaking away the tears that were overwhelming your eyes before speaking, as carefully and softly as possible.“What's up? What did you want to tell me, Lena?”

“Kara told me she loves me” After a few seconds of silence, she took another sip of her glass before admitting.

Your stomach drops. Your throat was caught. You stopped breathing. You felt the world fall down on you. You saw how every piece of the future you had imagined left in the late nights. You knew what was going to happen, just because you studied film doesn't mean you can't solve a simple riddle. You knew the other shoe was going to drop.

You whispered incoherently, still not being able to think or speak “Ohh- i...I didn't- Ummm”

When Lena cleared her throat and her glance and yours connected waiting for an answer. You whispered softly not figuring out what to say “I didn't know”

The silence overwhelmed you. You felt your chest tighten. Your sense of cold and wet clothes in yourself became uncomfortable. The smell of the wine made you nauseous. The way you felt your mouth to go dry. Your eyes blinked away the tears, but the hurt in them couldn't go away. Your hands closing tingly almost cutting blood with your nails. You knew you had lost her, but did you lose her if you never really had her.

“Can you say something?” Lena said with anxiety in her voice, you could see her walls slowly coming down. 

You pulled away from her glance, painfully looking around the apartment not wanting for her to see the pain in your eyes. As your eyes ranked around the apartment memories of the two of you came running through your head as you responded quietly, pained and hesitant of the answer ”Do you...?”

You went, you heard her sigh again, you knew everything was over. You closed your eyes hoping it was all a nightmare, that this wasn't happening, that Lena loved you, and that she wanted to be with you, not someone else, someone better.“Somehow, deep down I felt the same, and that came crashing down”

When the words finally fell out of her lips, all you felt was pain and emptiness. There wasn't anything else but it. You knew you had lost everything, your light, your heart, your world. Right there you had empathized with Kara’s feelings after leaving Krypton. 

You kept your eyes closed, putting yourself together knowing that if you did or said the wrong thing, Kara and Lena would not be happy. And how selfish of you could be, to make two of your favorite people in the world to hurt. You wouldn't do that, to anyone less to your sister and the love of your life.

You knew Kara was better for her, Kara had a stable job, a great personality, a status that can be compared to Lena’s, She had superpowers, she is Supergirl, She was out of this world literally. For Rao’s sake how could she not want her instead of you, she was perfect.

You who was only a 24-year-old woman. You who studied film school but weren't good enough to get a job in your field. You who played soccer and basketball in high school but weren't good enough to make it to college. You who could barely survive in National City with two jobs. You who the school fired because you weren't a good enough music teacher. You who worked at a bakery as the pastry chef. You with trust and abandonment issues. You who had some much baggage because of your past relationships. You who were scared of the dark as a grown woman. You with self-esteem issues.You who were broken. 

You wouldn't be good enough for anything and less Lena Luthor, the good Luthor, a genius, the CEO of one of the most important companies in the world. How could you ever be enough for her?

You took a deep breath before opening your eyes, to see the two eyes you felt more in love with every day staring at you, waiting for your reaction. Lena had thought she was subtle but you saw the fear in her eyes, as tears overwhelmed them. There was the border, you would never want Lena to cry, or Lena to be other than happy and okay. 

You whispered as you slowly got up from the stool putting it back, taking her in, one last time. The weight of the world in your shoulders as you did. “Okay” 

Your eyes examined her hair, as you remember how many times you had comfortably run your hand through her hair after a long day. You saw her nose and remembered how many times you had softly leaned in, sharing an Eskimo kiss. You looked at her eyebrows as you remembered every time she had raised them, when you did something childish funny, before laughing with you. Her cheeks made you remember every time you would make her laugh as the dimples came out. Her lips remained you of every kiss, every time she would ground you with only one breath when you were panicking.

“You know, you two deserve the whole universe, and I know Kara will give it to you, as you will do with her. I know she will give you everything I couldn't, and that she is the better option. I mean we are talking about Kara, she is perfect. What isn't it to love?”Lena was perfect for you, but you knew you had to let go, for her and Kara to be happy. You concluded before walking to the door not bothering to take any of your belongings.

Lena watched you as you walked away in silence, her glance burning in the back of your neck. It was a second before grabbing the doorknob, with tears threatening to come out and a hitched breath you spoke with a sad smile.“You deserved all the happiness in the world, I will come for my things tomorrow morning, I wish you the very best Miss. Luthor”

The moment you closed the door, the world came down on you. Everything was gone. You didn't know what was going to happen to you, you knew you wouldn't go to Alex and any less Kara. You couldn't blame your sister, it was Lena you were talking about. She was perfect, she was the person you fell in love with after 3 months of dating. And you couldn't blame Lena for not wanting Kara. She was royalty, she was perfect, she was the sun, and you were not.

You just knew you had to be okay...for them.