#she also gets mad at me when I'm in a bad mood caused by something she did bc 'she didn't do anything'

[godofthecheese]

Does anyone else's parents act like holding a grudge for over a day is weird?

Like my mother will yell at me or make fun of something I do and then act confused when I don't want to be around her the next day??? bc 'I haven't done anything to you today'?????

[666anxiety666]

We’ve seen Lee Daisuke.. Now, how about LER Daisuke? I just know a playful ler. Maybe him “cheering up” Anya after a tense game night?

Hell yeah! Also, I thought I'd combine these other three requests seen at the bottom! :>

Sore loser

Mouthwasing tickle fic

LEE: Anya (a little Daisuke) LER: Daisuke (a little Anya)

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Anya sighed as he sat her desk in the medical room. It had been a long day, just sitting here filling out paperwork. She pushed her glasses up her nose once more, taping her pen against the table. today had just been one of those days where everything had on the opposite way she wanted.

Anya was brought out of her daze when she heard the medical room door slide open with a loud thud. She jumped back in her chair. Letting out a sigh of relief when all she saw was only Daisuke. "Anya! I found a new board game we can play!" Daisuke beamed, holding up the connect 4 box.

Anya huffed with a small smile. "I don't know, Daisuke..." Anya sighed. she didn't want to turn Daisuke down. but she was tired. "oh come on! Pleeeease!" Daisuke begged with a whine. Anya huffed a little, rolling her eyes before smiling and standing up. "Fine, fine... but only a few rounds..." "yes!" Daisuke exclaimed happily before taking off down the hall to the living area, Anya shaking her head as she followed. she couldn't say no to Daisuke.

by the time Anya had made it to the living area, Daisuke was already setting up the game. Anya sat on the other end of the table. "you ready? I'll go red and you go yellow!" Anya's smile grew into a small smirk. "oh, I'm definitely ready... ready to kick your ass..!" Daisuke grinned back. "oh, you're on!"

Anya was determined to win. but, like every other game night, Daisuke won the first round. but that's okay! she might be lucky second round! but Daisuke won that too. every time Anya told herself she'd win the next round, Daisuke won instead. they were now six rounds in, on their seventh. Anya looked visibly pissed, concentrating hard as she contemplated her next move.

Daisuke was clearly winning again, a massive grin spread across his face. Anya huffed. placing her game piece into a slot. Daisuke's grin got wider. he placed his own piece into a slot, winning the game again. "I win! again..." Daisuke exclaimed smugly. Anya huffed. "fuck this..!" she grumbled in annoyance, crossing her arms.

Daisuke chuckled slightly. "come on, Anya. it's no big deal!" Anya grumbled again under her breath. Daisuke was only teasing, but it still pissed Anya off. Daisuke walked around the other side of the table, sitting himself down next to her. in response, Anya looked away from Daisuke, causing the younger boy to laugh again.

"come on!~ don't get all up tight..!" Daisuke chuckled. Anya grumbled. "can you just drop it, Daisuke? I'm not in the mood..." Anya huffed. Daisuke paused his teasing. "yeah, sure... sorry..." Daisuke felt kinda bad now. he didn't mean to actually upset Anya.

Anya looked back at Daisuke after a moment. she sighed. "sorry, Daisuke... it's just been a hard day..." she mumbled. Daisuke looked up at her and smiled a little. "nah, it's fine, I get it..." they went quiet for a moment. but it wasn't awkward. "sooo... up for another game?" Daisuke grinned. Anya huffed. "Daisuke!"

Daisuke burst out laughing. "come on! one more!" Daisuke half pleaded. Anya took it upon herself to look mad, but she wasn't "Absolutely not!" "why not?" "because you'll just cheat again!" Anya poked Daisuke's side, making him yelp. "I do nohot cheat!" Daisuke poked her back, earning a yelp from Anya also.

"yehehes, you do!" "nuhuh-uh!" "uhuhuh-huh!" as this went on, the two would poke at each other after they said something. "I'm nohot playing with a cheheheater!" Anya exclaimed in giggles. Daisuke gasped in mock offence. "wow! is that really how you see me Anya?!" with that, instead of a poke, Daisuke started to squeeze up and down Anya's sides with both hands. causing the young woman to screech.

"Daisuhuhuke!" Anya giggled. her hands instantly flying down to protect her sensitive sides. Daisuke grinned. "I'm a cheater, huh?" he challenged. his hands shifting into a claw like motion as he raked up and down Anya's sides. "yehehehes! you ahahare!" Anya exclaimed. she was not taking her statement back.

Daisuke gasped once more. "you're breaking my heart here, Anya!" he said dramatically. Daisuke shifted his hands to Anya's stomach. Anya let out a small squeal. "you know, if you don't take it back, I might not stop!" Daisuke grinned the biggest shit eating grin. "Ihihhi'll kill yohohou!" Anya cackled. her legs kicked lighting as Daisuke poked and prodded her stomach. "will you?" Daisuke asked smugly.

Anya tried desperately to push Daisuke away, but the young man was surprisingly strong. "Daisuhuhuhuke! plehehease!" Anya begged through babbles of giggles. "please? you hurt my feelings!" he exclaimed dramatically. Anya would have rolled her eyes if she wasn't laughing here ass off.

then, without warning, Daisuke's hands shot up to Anya's armpits. Anya Squealed loudly, instantly clamping her arms down at her sides. trapping Daisuke's hands. "AH-! NOHOHO, PLEHEHEASE!" Anya howled. her kicking growing more frantic.

Daisuke laughed a little with her. "i still don't hear an apology!~" Daisuke teased. his thumbs drilling into the nurses underarms. at that, Anya snorted. Daisuke paused what he was doing. Anya realized the sound that just escaped her. her face was quick t heat up.

Daisuke blinked a few times before grinning again. "awe! I didn't know you could do that!" Anya squealed louder as Daisuke simply resumed. "DAISUHUHUKE COHOHOME ON!" Anya cackled. her arms clamping down harder. "y'know, I would stop... but my hands seem stuck... what a shame..." Anya would have really Daisuke If she wasn't in this predicament.

"PLEHEHEASE! IHIM SOHOHOHORRY, OHOKAY?!" Anya snorted and squealed. Daisuke raised an eyebrow. "are you? am I still a cheater?" Daisuke asked teasingly. "NOHO! IHIHI SWEAR! JUHUST STOHOHOHOP!" Anya begged through her frantic laughter. Daisuke took this as his sign to stop.

Anya panted, quickly sitting up. "you.. suck..." Daisuke chuckled. "you don't mean that..!" Anya glared at the young man. but it had no angry in it. After a moment, Anya calmed down slightly. "you okay?" Daisuke asked. Anya nodded. she sighed, blinking a few times. "one more game?" She asked softly.

Daisuke blinked a few times. surprised she wanted another game. but he smiled brightly. "hell yeah!" the wo got back to their game, yet this time round, Daisuke let Anya win.

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Loved writing this one fr!

[thebottomfromhell]

Hi, i would like to request a hantengu clones (you can add zohakuten or original hantengu) x (any gender) reader, so reader is (most of the time or maybe all the time) really really nice but something had snapped inside reader, they/he/she go all mad because of an argument or maybe something had happened with someone they had bumped into.

I will use GN for this one, I hope nobody minds. I also disn't know if this meant individually, but I took it as if you wanted a drabble... I hope I was right and that you like this work.

GN nice reader snaps at the Hantengu Clones (ft. Hantengu) after a bad day

Warnings: Polyamory, Implied Self-cest (due a poly, nothing about it actually there), Angst.

You don't like too much attention or to cause trouble, you also hate treating others badly, even when they deserve it. For all of that, more often than not you tend to hold your tongue and keep your mouth shut everytime you get angry, and if the situation doesn't get better you leave the space and go back the second you manage to calm down. Sometimes it works better than others, there are still time you got to face the situation still angry, but having your time and space always help.

Today, though? It was a nightmare. It seemed everything and everyone today needed you urgently, didn't give you any time to even eat or drink something, and for some reason more than one people had the urge to talk back to you today for stupid things. Now you are tired, hungry, resented... this doesn't help. This days has already ended, you are unsatisfied about it, yet, you don't have it in you to do something about it.

It doesn't help that you know what is waiting for you at home, Hantengu and his clones. Don't misunderstand, you adore these guys, to the point you are in a romantic relationship with the clones, sometimes you even feel like the owner of a harem with them around, but... they are pretty handy. Not only by their nature of being a human flesh eating demon that burns under the sun, but the fact that they are the personification of an specific emotion each, some even opposites to each others. Because of that, the fact that they act up on that emotion and clash with each other is to be expected, so you are the one who must put order in your own home.

So you sigh as you get home, contemplating just... staying outside or going to an inn to spend the night. You can imagina already Karaku and Sekido making a mess in their arguments, Urogi clinging to you, Hantengu sobbing with no end and and Aizetsu... well, Aizetsu will not do anything wrong but he also won't be helpful at all, and you are not in position to really care about it.

Then, the door opens and you need to swallow a groan of frustration when Urogi comes out and gets on top of you. "Y/N! Y/N! You're home!" Usually you would find this endearing and cute, but you are not in the mood. "Yeah, I'm home..." you say tired as you support yourself with the wall as you get in, not even bothering in closing the door behind you. If someone or something gets in then there is a demon to face, not that it matters. "Welcome." You nod at it, too tired to actually answer, even worse with Urogi on top of you. Aizetsu tilts his head but he doesn't say anything else, just close his eyes and keep himself to and for himself. Most likely bracing himself for the next part.

"You DISGUSTING PIG! I'l KILL YOU, Karaku!" You hear ceramics break, well, there goes a tea cup. "C'mon, Sekido. We both know you are just jealou-" the sound of flesh being penetrated and a liquid splashing in a surface interrupt him, and now you gotta clean your kitchen. Oh joy, that is sarcasm. Usually, you would try to ask what is going on and intervene before they break something actually vauable or needed in the household, but right now you are becoming every time more frustrated. "Eeeeeck! It wasn't me! It wasn't me!"

Breath... count to ten... anything... just don't- "CUT IT OUT, FUCKING-!" you shut yourself up before finishing the sentence, making everyone look at you, making you feel embarrased, making the anger fade away into a more miserable feeling. You want to cry, scream into a pillow, be comforted, to sleep, to eat. You don't want this. Why is your day hoing so bad? "I'm sorry..." you whisper as you cower away, face a bit heated, eyes a bit blurry and throat with a knot that starts to fill your nose with the need to sob.

Urogi gets off you to see you as the others also get close, minus Hantengu, he keeps cowering away, but at least has the decency to cover his own sobs. "Y/N, are you ok?" "Shhhh, shhh, babe, it's ok. Let's go to sit down." Aizetsu is the one who grab you and guide you to sit as the other stares. "Stay here. I'll bring tea." But you don't want tea, amd that sounded ungrateful to yourself. There is a moment that the only noise are your contained sobs as the other clones see you, making you cover your face with your hands put of shame, only rubbing your nose and eyes.

"Karaku. Urogi. Take some steps back!" They do, giving you a bit more of space. "Bad day?" He ask, softer, to you, as you can only nod with the soreness in your throat and the lack of trust you have in not starting to cry right away. "Is there anything we can do?" You shake your head as Aizetsu puts the tea in fron mt of you and Karaku streches a hand to pat your back. You stay like this for a while, until you fall asleep with them tryibg to comfort you.

It really sucked.

[gadriezmannsgirl]

Hi can u do one where reader childhood bsf comes over by surprise when the team and wags (w readers &gavis fam) are over at readers house in there big yard they having a get together and him and his family were invited to stay and he keeps making remarks and saying things about there childhood memories and his sister says “I really wanted you as my sister in law”wich made everyone mad like gavis family and friends and his mom said “maybe I can stil have y as my daughter-in-law and that caused everyone to get even more mad bec everyone loves them together and they don’t want anything to happen to them and can we have a jealous gavi?

I programmed this with the hour-posting thing, hope it works!

Kinda loved this request, I mean... The audacity of the mom saying "Maybe I can still have you as my daughter-in-law" makes me think of Belén going all crazy and defensive like: "Hell no, she's mine!"

Audacity -P.G

Summary: When you get hints of love confessions in front of your boyfriend made by your best friend, you gotta step up and make things clear.

You were having the greatest time ever with your family, your boyfriend's family, a few of his friends and teammates like Pedri, Ansu, Alejandro, Ronald, Kessié, Ferrán, Eric, Robert and his girlfriends/wives were here doing a parrilla, most of them still over the moon with their LaLiga title, taking advantage of the fact that the Páez Gavira family was also here and fourth members complete you decided to do another little celebration.

A few of the lads like Busi, Alonso, Ousmane and Frenkie couldn't come because of personal stuffs but the rest of them said "I'm in".

You laughed when Pedri was telling an story when the bell rang, confused you thought it was one of the guys but everyone was already there so deciding to not interrupt everyone else you went to open the door.

When you did so, you didn't expected for your best friend to be behind it, especially since he left for Portugal to study and you had four years and half without seeing each other but still talked, not frequently as you used to do but still.

You were surprised? Yes, in both good and bad ways. You missed him? Yes, this guy has been your best friend since you were eight years old. You were mad? Yes too, you already have plans going on and he just can't appear himself like nothing. Also, how did he knew the direction of your shared house with your two years boyfriend, Pablo? And most important... How was he let in if you lived in a residential condominium?

"Hey!"

"Hola" You said tight smiling still not processing everything

"Do I not get a hug or you already changed me?" You laughed lightly shaking your head but still decided to hug him

"I'm surprised, it's all" Your voice came out muffled by his clothes

"Gonna let me come in?" Your eyebrows lifted at his request. This wasn't like him. Where was left the sweet and shy guy that you always had to protect from people?

"Portugal has changed you, hasn't it?" You asked still not letting him in but in fact leaned at the door

"For the best" You nod taking him in

"Thought you hated tattoos?" You asked watching one on his bicep

"This one is meaningful" You hum nodding

"What does it mean?"

"The skateboard is me and the sunflower is you. You've always liked sunflowers and I remember that time where you putted a sunflower in the skateboard and I pushed it" You laugh at the memory lightly

"It fell off the hill" You said still giggling making Josué laugh too

"It did"

"You shouldn't have done that though. You could've done something else, there's like a million significative things to do" You shook your head

"Well... I missed you and I wanted to have this memory of you" You smile lightly

"Well thank you" You nod "Don't expect me to do me one though"

"Only if you want" You shook your head

"Not in the mood for one of those" You reply lightly as he laughs

"The new house is pretty... And really big. All for yourself?" You nod "When did you left your parents house?"

"Like sixth-seventh months ago"

"You didn't told me" You shrug your shoulders

"I guess I forgot to" You look at him "Sorry for that" He shakes his head not really paying attention to it "What are you doing here by the way?"

"You don't want me to?"

You laughed "I told you I'm surprised" You removed yourself from the door "Short vacations? Long vacations?"

"Short vacations" You hum nodding "Uni's been hard so I took the first chance I got to come back here for a week"

"I'm glad for you" You said smiling

"Are you busy?" You nod

"I am actually"

"What are you doing?"

"I'm in a... celebration? get-together? both?" You ask laughing lightly "So yes... You can come back tomorrow and I can help you with anything, we can catch up too" You propose excited

"I'm leaving tomorrow to Madrid to see my mom's family side"

"Ah! What a shame" You say when all of sudden you heard a woman's yell

"Y/N!" You look behind Josué's shoulders and see his mom and his older sister making their way towards you

"You brought your family?"

"I really thought you were doing nothing, like old times where you only did school things"

"Yeah well... Old times" You fake laughed, not liking his comment "I'm busy, Josué"

"Please, just a few minutes then we'll be out of your hair" You sigh opening the door for him to come in

"Fine" He fistbumps the air "Only because of your family because if not I would have made your ass get back" He laughed as you hug his family, also not seeing them for the same amount of time as your best friend

"We missed you so much!" You smile

"I have missed you too, señora Ana"

"None of señora, just Ana" You laugh closing the door

"I'm loving your house, girlie" Josué's sister, Bárbara said "Can I stay over?"

"Maybe not today" You laugh "Make yourselves at home" You say going to the kitchen to settle the five of you there for a while.

A few minutes have passed, you were chatting with them when your mom comes inside asking for you and gasps when she sees her friend, Ana. You fought the need of rolling your eyes, this wasn't supposed to happen.

You loved them but you were pissed at the fact they just showed up like I'm here, if you haven't seen me and done, no. It didn't worked it that way, you were busy and they didn't respected that.

Now, your mom was talking with them all excited and invited them to stay for a little while and you wanted to yell at her no but two things happen. One, you never raised your voice at her. Two, it would be seem in a bad way that you don't want them here.

And you don't. Right now, you don't.

Seconds later, Pablo came in worry written on his face "Amor, is everything okay?" He asked and when he saw you his worry left but then confussion took over his pretty face watching the four unknown people to him in his house "Sorry" He apologized

You walked towards him, grabbing both of his hands "Everything's good, mi vida. Don't worry"

"And who are they?"

You sigh "He's my whole life-best friend, the one I told you about that's living in Portugal now" You said looking at Pablo "He's Josué Salvador" You introduce your best friend "His sister, Bárbara Salvador" You point out the girl "And his mom Ana" Pablo nodded "Señores, this is my boyfriend Pablo Páez" You smile

A few "Nice to meet you's" were heard in the exchange

"They decided to give me a little surprise visit, considering we've not seen each other for four years" You added smiling

"Que lindo de su parte" (How nice of them) Pablo said looking at you as you tried to apologize with your look

"But Y/N told us you guys were a bit busy so we might as well go now" Josué said as Ana lamented

"Already?" You smiled painfully at her

"I'm sorry, I asked him to come tomorrow but he said you'll be off to Madrid to see your family. You grabbed me by surprised, we had already done plans" You felt Pablo's arm go around your waist as you lean into him

"They can stay for a while" Pablo blurted out as everyone look at him

"You sure?" Bárbara asks impressed

"You sure?" You ask not believing him and at the same time giving him a look "I mean... You sure?" You changed your tone

"We wouldn't like to step in and-" Pablo cut them off

"You can join us for a while if you'd like. You haven't seen Y/N for four years and it was a nice gesture of you to surprise her, a few minutes more won't hurt anybody" You gave him another look and he just brushed it off

Fun thing he had said that.

One hour later he was clenching his jaw over and over again, he was with his eyebrows furrowed and he only heard the "Do you remember when we..." words over and over again. It wasn't fun anymore. Everyone and even you, kept trying on taking the lead of the conversation to another place, change the subject, but everything you said he always managed to bring it back with a: "That reminds me of..."

Every single one of you were tired of hearing those stuffs. Pablo was retracting his words and he now understood your looks.

"You know" Bárbara spoke "I really wanted you both to be together as a couple and for you to be my sister-in-law" Now, everyone opened their eyes wide as possible as you coughed the drink you had taken and Pablo sat up straight in his seat, pulling you more into him. You put your hand on his thigh

You could see the looks of disbelief, anger and annoyance of everyone

"Really? I didn't know that" You tried to play it off "Sorry to say that won't happen. I've never seen Josué in that way and I don't think I ever will, I already got my boyfriend"

"We thought it was obvious Josué was in love with you" His mom said

"He almost didn't took up on the scholarship for you" Bárbara continued

"Glad he did, wouldn't wanna be a dream crusher" You replied quickly as they got quiet for a bit

"Also, she already has a sister-in-law" Pedri says nodding as Aurora smiles pointing at herself

"The best one" You go to high five her but miss it causing you to laugh

"But you can still be" Ana said "You know, maybe you can become my daughter-in-law and Bárbará's sister"

"Maybe you can go and look for another one" Belén said laughing lightly trying to light up the mood "This one's mine" She grabbed your shoulders and kissed your cheek as you grab her hands and kiss her cheek smiling

"We saw her first" Bárbara said

"She's not an object" Alejandro says shaking his head

"She can choose who her in-law's will be" Ana, Robert's wife said as you nod

"And those are the Páez Gavira family" You said immediately, happy that your friends got your back

"Yes for now... Maybe in the future who knows?" Ana said smiling

"I don't think so, señora" Pablo said "I intend on spending the rest of my life next to Y/N as her boyfriend, in a future her fiancé and then her husband. You can add into the mix the dad of her children, I'm not letting her go, she's the love of my life" You smile grabbing his hand

"It's disrespectful of you to come here and say those kind of stuffs" Araujo's wife, Abigail said "And mostly when we all love Y/N and Pablo together, they are it for each other"

"Yes, it truly is" Your mom said nodding "This is a family get together too, we don't really appreaciate these kind of vibes here and mostly when we are celebrating something really important for all of us. I'm not letting you enter my daughter's and my son-in-law's house and sit there talking trash, I'm sorry to be the one who says this but I think it's the best if you leave"

"Walk us out?" Ana asked you, your mom stood up without problem and opened the door that gave access inside your house.

"Are you really gonna let this happen?" You shrug your shoulders as you see Josué turn around at the door, you sigh lightly

"Hey, I wasn't the one who started saying stuff that I wasn't supposed to say, I have a boyfriend and for your sister to say something like that in front of our faces, bro... She has THE balls" You shook your head "We've changed, Josué. Our friendship isn't the same it used to be as when we were fourteen and much less when we were eight. I'm not the same and you're not the same" You look at his tattoo "I'm sorry I never knew you were in love with me and I'm sorry I don't see you in that kind of way, I'm happy with my boyfriend, I'm in love with him and I want the rest of my future with him. That little stunt your mom and sister did was awful and childlish"

"Your life is in Portugal now, mine is still here in Barcelona. With this amazing people" You mention all around you "We can remember the good times because you're still my best friend the one who supported me through everything and you will always be. But I don't think I can forgive this, your family didn't just insulted me, they insulted my boyfriend, his family, my family and our friends, that crossed a line. I hope you get the best girl ever because you are an incredible boy and wish you the best" You smile pushing your fist out for him to hit it

"Sorry for everything" He said pushing his fist with yours "Lamento mucho todo esto, gente" (I'm sorry for all of this, people)

"Try not to do it often" Pablo said behind you as everyone laughed lightly

And with that Josué left and a big silence was formed in between you.

"Okay... We know you're guapa, Y/N" Pedri said smiling "We just didn't know you had that kind of power, attracting not only the men but their families as well" You laughed loudly

"La señora Belén fighting for her yerna" Robert said making you laugh as Belén kissed your hair

"I was just protecting one of the family members" She said as you smile at her

"I didn't liked her from the beggining" Aurora said shaking her head as your mom returned

"We could see it when Bárbara mistaked the Gucci belt" Ferrán said still making the laughs return but Pablo stood up, excused himself for a moment and left.

You sighed, excusing yourself too and left after him.

"Pabs" You said jogging upstairs into your shared bedroom "Pabs" You called out for him "Amor" You watch him sit on the edge of your side of the bed, hands on his head as his elbows rested on his knees "Talk to me?"

"I'm just impressed by the audacity of that people" He said shaking his head in disbelief "They just passed over me like as if I was nothing. I felt fucking small"

"Even I did. I was so uncomfortable, I didn't even wanted them to come in. Not everyone can appear as if nothing, I only let them in so I could talk with them for a few minutes but everything went out of hand. And you were just being nice when you let them stay... But I gave you your place, I let them know I'm not changing you and the lads helped too"

"I know" Pablo nodded looking at you "I'm just shocked"

"And jealous?" You hinted as he gave you a look but sighed

"He shared so many things with you, mi vida! It is a bit impossible to not get jealous, I think he knows you even better than I do"

"Stop that. He doesn't. You know me, the present me and you will know the future me. He knows the past me and like I said, I changed. He knows my favorite fruit at twelve was strawberry but you know now that, that's not true..."

"Because you love watermelon" You nod

"I love watermelon" You agree "See? There's a whole stuff he knew about my twelve year old me but you know them better. Don't be jealous because yes, he may have been my best friend, but you're my best friend now, you're my partner in crime, you're my rock, the shoulder I lay and cry on, the ying to my yang, the love of my life, my boyfriend and my everything. Stop that and focus on the important things, your career, your life, your family, us" Pablo smiled

"You're right... Just like always" You smiled giggling and leaned up to grah his face and kiss his lips "Love you" He said as you blush

"Y yo te quiero mucho más" You replied standing up "C'mon, let's tell everyone the party's cut short so we can cuddle. I know you want that and I also want that"

"You truly are it for me, you know me so well" He hugged you from behind kissing your neck as you both laughed

"What can I say? I'm whipped for my man"

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Taglist: @gaviypedrisbride @stuckinaf4nfiction @elijahslover @azzpenswrld

[coff-in]

hii, I had made a request earlier but idk if you had got it, so I'm writing again just to be safe.

earlier I had a thought about how would Andrew be with a overly affectionate younger brother(reader)...? Like Andy and said younger brother would be cuddling on the couch watching some shitty movie Ashley had put on and she keeps glancing over to keep tabs on Andy and their her older siblings, knowing she can't do anything about it. So later that night when Andy gets his "nightmares" he crawls into his younger brothers bed while he's still awake because he can't sleep, so reader starts teasing Andy, and they take it from there 🤭

notes from coff-in: I DID GET YOUR PREVIOUS ASK AND IM KEEPING IT FOREVER!!! /positive what's better than incest? therapy and gay incest. LET ANDREW AND ASHLEY BE BI OR SOMETHING PLEASE!!! sorry. i'm losing myself rn, please enjoy what i have cooked up. this is also a ramble, i'm in a rambling mood rn

[masc] reader-insert, [reader] is younger than ashley by about one year, NSFW, incest, dry-humping

omg imagine if andrew liked boys :3 that's it send tweet. i wonder if andrew would have conflicting emotions about his feelings towards his brother since that's his brother you know? like, especially if he still has his incestuous feelings towards ashley, would he feel bad if he had them towards [reader], too? god, he is such a sis/sibcon. just some food for thought you know? (especially if he's dating julia around this time, omg. he goes on dates with julia while thinking about ashley or something and when he's at home he's getting real close and comfy with his baby brother-- poor julia)

i think an overly affectionate (especially physically) little brother would be kinda perfect for andrew. he definitely shows his love threw physical touch whether it's playing with his hair or holding his hand or pulling him close. there's also that added layer to their dynamic that they're both boys/guys, there's nothing wrong with them being shirtless or naked in the same room with each other and such. andrew could brush off their closeness as just them being brothers, this is normal for them cause they're brothers, nothing weird about this at all.

ashley being jelly of her baby bro is so silly to me omg. she presses herself to andrew's other side while they all watch a movie together but she still glances at andrew's arm draped around [reader], playing with his hair, or how [reader]'s probably laying his head on andrew's lap. ashley's not mad (maybe a little concerned because if andrew is exclusively attracted to guys that could be an avenue of control she loses access to) but she's letting it be known that she wants attention too.

later that night, [reader]'s in bed probably just staring at the ceiling or listening to the clock tick by to try to go to sleep. he looks over and sees andrew standing above them and he automatically lifts up his blanket to welcome him under. andrew encompasses [reader] in his arms and holds himself close to him while [reader] teases him, "do you need your little brother to help you sleep? poor andrew, it's okay. i'm here for you." and then, AND THEN AND THEN AND THEN

[reader] places a little kiss on his cheek. "there, there. all better, see?"

andrew is just like "wh-what the fuck? you can't just--" "why not? it's just a little kiss on the cheek. moms and dads give kisses on the cheek in movies." AAAUGH!!! love them love them love them. the cuddling turns into like a light makeout session, with [reader] and andrew kissing each other anywhere BUT the lips. just light pecks here and there, you know like brothers do.

time passes of them doing this and it evolves into rubbing against each other. at some point whenever andrew lets go and just fucking admits that he's a little incestuous freak (non-derogatory) he just starts humping [reader]. first while they're laying next to each other spooning but one point he gets on top of him and starts humping him like a dog, "ah- ugh- good boy... fuck..." "doesn't this feel better, andrew?" "yeah... it feels- uhg-- much much better now."

im absolute shit with dialogue but please see my vision, i beg of you. also thank you for bringing this to me. this was honestly so delicious

(no joke while writing this i was listening to an audio from reddit about a femboy little brother being used as a substitute for his big brother's girlfriend and OH MY GOODNESS)

embrace and indulge

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coff-in

[catiuskaa]

new task: valentine’s day (ACTS)

A/N: reposting by acts! [see full version here]. wanted to see if this format works better (and yes i will squeeze everything in this one right here cause its amazing and i 100% worked my ass off on it)

PAIRING! seungmin x reader ; enemies/rivals2lovers!

SUMMARY: boring classes, boring classmates, boring assignments…to seungmin, everyone is boring even if he’s used to pretend otherwise, but you seem to get on his nerves. you, your stupid poem, and his stupid letter.

WC: 3.150k

CW: fluffy comfort, use of spanglish (not relevant to the plot, dw), use of text format, the reader is stupidly short (which i know all about), academic rivals, bad student reader x good student seungmin, mentions of the unability to deal with complicated feelings, mentions of masking feelings, slight hint of bullying, mentions of being followed, (pet)names: little one, shortie, shortcake, smallable, pretty, hyunjin as a walking therapist, and the ending is kind of a reference to a show i'm obsessed with (not gonna say it so i don't spoil it for you guys hehehe)

|PROLOGUE| |ACT 1| |ACT 2| |ACT 3|

[☆★🌷★☆]

{ACT 1: NOT A LOVEFOOL… YET}

To be in the same class group than him was slightly tolerable.

Is what you’d like to say if you were in a good mood. But it wasn’t the case.

You were mad. As fuck.

“I just need you to give it a chance,” Miss Fernández stated once more, and you had to hold back to not roll your eyes at her.

“But Miss. I know that this subject is difficult and that he could, uh, help me out with the project,” you muttered reluctantly, because on normal circumstances, you wouldn’t go as far as to let Kim Seungmin help you with chemistry. Not ever.

You weren’t in need of help that desperatly.

And that was a fact, not a matter of ifs, buts, or maybes. That was an absolute. Something that lovely-yet-not-so-much teacher Lucía Fernández, spanish accent and all, was not getting.

“Listen. We both know that your grade is the best I can offer considering your behaviour in my class, despite of your average knowledge of the subject. And in this case, I am offering to set that aside if you work on these following assignments with your classmate Seungmin.”

Her harsh tone was also an absolute, and that made you clench your jaw. You blamed Lucas for her attitude towards you —after all, that one accident with a Bunsen Burner had been mostly his fault—, but you breathed in, trying to offer your most pity-inducing grin.

Judging by her glare, it wasn’t working.

“Miss, I—”

“I’m sorry.” She didn’t look like she was. “It’s my last word. And I think that after coming three days to my office on each of your free periods, this is getting a bit tiring.” She sighed, adjusting her glasses by a soft push of her finger.

Nope. She definetely wasn’t sorry.

Witholding a groan you left her office, and huffed as the door closed behind you, swiftly heading to meet your group of friends when they got out of their Biology lesson in other building within the school grounds.

It was a chilly evening, maybe not too much from what one could expect for the first week of February, still one that made you hide your face in your scarf and you hands in your jacket pockets.

You settled your headphones where they belonged, humming to the music to hold back the need to rant and rave against your chemistry teacher, when your phone dinged.

< henry li🫧: everything ok? saw you in lucifer’s office rn

< henry li🫧: did you do smth again? you cheekyyy 🙊

You gingerly laughed, and started typing out your answer, when, out of nowhere, you bumped against someone, making all of the books that they were carrying fall down of their grasp.

You pursed your lips, then pressed them in a thin line. Staring at their— his back, you saw that his backpack was almost empty. Why the fuck would he carry all of his books on his hands then?

The guy had quickly bent down to get his books back, and you followed too, taking your headphones off and quickly trying to prevent the papers from getting wet because of the floor, that was damp from the rain before, when your hands softly brushed against each other, still, you forced yourself to ignore it.

“I’m so…” the word dissapeared in your mouth.

“It’s ok, don’t… oh.” He blinked, his face showing nothing. For fuck’s sake.

Why did it always have to be him?

He swiftly took all of the things from you, as if your touch could be worse than the wet floor. You frowned, feeling a cold shiver trail up your spine, and you crossed your arms in front of you, struggling to seek some warmth.

“Watch it, little one.” He mocked with a light smirk. “I might accidentally step on you one day.”

You looked at him through your eyelashes. What. An. Idiot. You passed a hand through your hair, chuckling dryly.

“I-,” you sighed, shaking your head sideways. “Nah, you know what? I don’t have time for this crap.” You smiled at him widely, full of sarcasm.

But just when you were about to leave, you felt a tug at your sleeve, the fabric of your shirt not thick enough to hide the warmth of Seungmin’s grasp on your forearm. You frowned, confused at the lack of any uncomfortable feelings because of it. There was none, but rather a need to cover yourself with it and wear it like a jacket.

“Did you fix it?”

You blinked, trying to get your brain to focus on his words.

“Huh?”

He rolled his eyes, but his hand didn’t move an inch. “You said you were going to talk to Miss Fernández so we wouldn’t be partners, which is, well, so mature, congratulations,” he tsked, but then continued. “But did it work?”

You licked your lips and swallowed, your throat feeling dry. What was going on? You needed to focus.

In a harsh motion, you moved your arm away from his grasp. You forced yourself to ignore how your skin missed it.

“I… no. She settled. You- I mean… we…” the word felt awkward when it rolled off your tongue.

We? There was no such thing in between Seungmin and you. No we, no us, no nothing. And it was like that for a reason. One that you had almost forgotten with how softly his slender and warm hand had been holding your forearm. Ugh.

As you struggled to say those infamous words, your phone dinged again, and you mumbled a short “oh, wait,” and unlocked it.

< henry li🫧: leaving me on read, shortcake?

Seungmin stared at your phone, shoving his hands on his pockets when he saw you smile at the bright screen. He bit his lower lip. He hadn't taken all of his stuff out of his backpack just for this.

“So,” he licked his lips, and it almost shocked you the sudden roughness on his tone and demeanour. “Chemistry is easy. We can meet up on Friday in the public library. An hour or two should be enough, even for someone with a fun-sized brain like yours.” He chuckled meanly, the motherfucker.

Ever since that stupid text from him, you had made it your mission to surpass him, or at least reach his level, and to be honest, you were even succeding in some cases, like philosophy, art history, spanish, technical drawing and business studies. But Chemistry?

Chemistry would always kick you in the ass.

Before you were able to come up with a comeback for his stupid snicker, the bell rang, and you felt an arm laying its weight on your shoulders.

“Smallable!” Lucas laughed, then realized that you were talking to a certain someone and ful Ty ly gasped. “Oh my god. Are you two finally dating and I interrupted— AH!” He was interrupted by your elbow hitting his side. Noa and Atenea chuckled behind him.

“No. Seungmin was just leaving.” You huffed with a frown, but then you smiled, almost excessively, like a small maniac. “Right?”

But before he was able to reply or mock you, Atenea spoke, ruining your chances of kicking him away.

“But we all have English now,” she said, and if it had been someone else, like Lucas, you would’ve stepped on his shoe or something. “We’re going to the same place, we can go together.”

Seungmin felt you stare intensively at him. He smiled at Atenea, finding that he enjoyed having you look at him, reason why he loved annoying the shit out of you.

“Sure!” He smiled politely, almost sheepishly, and you bit your lip to hold back the need to scoff at his 'obviously fake' kindness.

Because except for you, the rest of your class —heck, probably the rest of the school— were smitten with Kim Seungmin.

Top of the class, funny, kind, and cutely introverted Kim Seungmin was just a dorky student who tried to get along with everyone.

But that was wrong. And you may not have any proof aside from his mean attitude towards you and only you, but you knew it.

Seungmin had to be more than just a pretty boy with high grades, and it was only with you that he proved you right.

You stayed next to Lucas, hoping that Seungmin would at least stay with your friends and ignore you.

But to your horror, he smiled at you, a pink dust on his cheeks. “If you don’t mind?”

Oh, son of a bitch.

“No… it’s whatever.” You huffed.

Because against his dorky self, to the rest of your class —heck, to the rest of the school— you were the quote on quote “bad student.”

Troublesome, mean, class clown? Check. You laughed at teachers in class with Lucas far more than what could be ignored, the dresscode had always been more of a guide in what to wear, unlike what most students usually followed, and you may have been expelled a bunch of times.

Even if you were somewhat kind to the people in school, and even if they all knew your rivalry with Seungmin, God forbid you were mean to him.

You wouldn’t see the end of it.

And he knew it.

Bitch.

So there you were, walking to English class with your friends plus innocent Seungmin —who no one had called, not even the ghostbusters—, who was snickering and giggling with Atenea about who-gives-a-shit. Something class-related. You couldn’t be bothered to listen.

Lucas chuckled next to you.

“Careful, Spongebob.” He laughed. “Some could say you seem jealous.”

…WHAT?!

“Of… of Kim Seungmin?” You snorted. “Are you on drugs?”

He ruffled your hair. “Sure, sure, keep lying to yourself, shortie.”

Finally, you arrived to class, but before you stepped inside, Seungmin stopped you, whispering in your ear.

“Yeah, shortie.” He teased, his lips almost grazing the shell of your ear. “Don’t be too jealous. We wouldn’t want everyone to know you love me.”

His whisper would’ve been almost enticing if it weren’t for the fact that it was Kim Seungmin the man in question, and he snickered, pushing his glasses back.

But then someone cleared his throat behind you two.

“Care to sit down? I don’t have all day.” Mister Holmes grunted, carrying a monster drink and a coffe at the same time.

That mas was slightly terryifing.

You squinted at Seungmin and then walked to your place at the back of the class, hoping that your cheeks felt warm because of how the teacher had startled you and definetely not your classmate’s honey-like voice.

“Pssst. Heeey,” Noa smiled teasingly, whispering with a smirk. “Pssst. You’re blushing…!”

“Shut up!” You frowned at her, but you were unable to hold back a smile. But it was because of your friend Noa. Not Kim Seungmin.

Mr Holmes cleared his throat, and finished off his monster, throwing it to the bin.

“So. I’ve been hearing from some students in the hallways that you’re all excited for saint valentines’ day.” He stated in a strong voice, one that filled the class with little to no effort. “And sadly so, I was thinking of putting an exam that Wednesday…” he faked a sigh, and you had to hold back a laugh, contrary to the frowns and groans that appeared in your classmates faces. Pfft, what a character. “Unless… you guys want to do something in true valentines fashion.”

Mr Holmes crossed his arms, laying back on his chair, his stare cold and face lacking any kind of emotions.

“Say… any ideas, Mr… Kim?”

Seungmin sat up straight at his name being mentioned, and you rolled your eyes, holding back a mocking smirk.

“I ugh… I wouldn’t want to bother my classmates with a lot of work, sir… but maybe… maybe a writing assingment related to the topic would be… enough?” Seungmin stated, his tone soft and shy, and there was even a blush that trailed up from his neck, but he stayed staight and firm as he spoke.

“A valentine-themed task.” Mr Holmes enunciated as he pondered. “It’s a… decent idea. Any complaints?”

You felt some of your classmates’ eyes on you, and you sighed, crossing your arms in front of you, remaining silent. As long as it wasn’t an exam, you’d accept whatever.

“With that settled, I’ll upload the task online this afternoon, but it’ll have to be written by hand. Be sure to hand in a picture of your assignment on time, or your final grade will be affected.” The teacher turned on his laptop, and started taking assistance.

[☆★🌷★☆]

Time had passed dreadfully slowly, until the bell rang and Mr Holmes dissmissed all of you so everyone could leave for the day.

“A valentine-themed task.” You huffed in annoyance as you stuffed your locker with books you weren’t going to take home.

“I thought it was original.” A voice snickered lowly behind you, and you slapped your locker close, smiling at him.

“Well, Henry. It’s no surprise your taste sucks.”

You chuckled when he rolled his eyes.

“I was waiting for your reply,” he mentioned with a soft tone.

You closed your locker, and you two started walking together. “Oh, sorry, I totally forgot,” you apologized with a smile, but he brushed it off. “Yeah, I was with Lucifer earlier. She’s making me work with Seungmin for this term’s assignments.”

Henry frowned. “And we hate that guy… right…” you chuckled.

“Exactly. We don’t like him.”

“So then, don’t do it. You were going to meet him to study, right?” You nodded, smirking slightly at him.

“We agreeded to meet on Friday to start, in the library.” You added, watching his smirk widen. “What are you thinking?”

He stopped walking, smiling at you. “There’s this club that opened recently. Been wanting to go have a look. Apparently, it’s like exclusive and shit. And it’s Friday.” His light-coloured eyes shined as he looked at you. “Meet me there?”

You grinned cheekily.

“Sure. Can’t wait.”

[☆★🌷★☆]

You hadn’t noticed Seungmin on the school bus until this year.

Because he had made himself noticeable, sitting at the back of the bus, a couple seats away from you, but oh, dorky Seungmin was always friend of everyone, sheepishly starting conversation with any kinds of people in the bus, no matter the year they were in.

Before his text, you had even thought he was cute as he gingerly chatted with a group of kids who were probably starting high school.

“Is it too difficult?” A little girl asked.

And it surprised you how he turned to her and smiled, almost tugging at your heart strings, eyes like crescent moons.

“It’s only difficult if you stop trying. And we don’t give up, right?” He stated cheerfuly, and all the kids shined at his sheepish and bashful brightness, high-fiving the girl that talked to him.

You forced yourself to shove those memories to the back of your mind. That Seungmin wasn’t real. And you didn’t like him. The real him. Right?

“Oi, Kim Seungmin.” You called, as it was only you two left on the bus.

He was surprised at your call, but only side-eyed at you, lazily raising his brows, signalling that he was listening. You frowned.

See? You thought to yourself. He’s mean. He isn’t sweet, nor cute. Focus.

“What kind of lame ass idea was that?” You huffed with a mean smile. “A valentine-themed assignment.” You snorted.

His bus stop was close, so he ignored you as he picked up his coat and backpack, but you kept on talking. “You know? Hallmark office called, they want their boring clichés back,” you mocked, laughing.

Backpack on and coat hanging on his arm, he stared at you, and waited for a red light to walk to your seat.

He settled next to you, still staring at you as you chimed mean remarks about his originality and such and such.

“Anything else to mumble? I couldn’t hear you from down there.” He snorted meanly, and you were too focused on annoying him that you didn’t notice his stare at your lips as he licked his own.

You rolled your eyes. “You’re such a lame guy. He gave you the chance to choose, and you chose that piece of—?!”

His lips tasted as sweet as his voice that day with those little kids.

You felt his hand slowly creep up and cradle your face, his eyes closed as he kissed you, and slowly, your eyes closed too.

It was sweet. So sweet. But what was it? It was a flavour that you knew. Its sweetness was so familiar, but you couldn’t seem to figure out what was it.

You kissed him back, and he let out a surprised whine as you sighed, your hands, which had been frozen on his shoulders, waiting for your order to push him away, slowly followed up and remained on his face, your thumbs almost stroking his cheeks.

You wanted needed to know what he tasted like.

But it was when your hands went into his hair that he sighed too, melting under your touch, that your brain clicked.

…

what were you doing?

…

WHAT WERE YOU DOING?!

You pushed him away, and your breath hitched.

He didn’t look like fake Seungmin.

In front of you was not the innocent boy who had straight A’s and was shy enough to not be able to say no to a lot of things, who sheepishly spoke up in class, or who treated everyone with a bashful kindness that was so endearing.

This Seungmin was different. His glasses had a bit of a fog in them, his hair was all messed up, and his lips were plush, pink from your tinted gloss and slightly swollen from your kiss.

This Seungmin was a wreck, all flustered and kissable, and he looked like a mess.

But it felt real.

And for a second, you wanted to kiss him again, yearning to figure what that kiss tasted like, the word for it almost in the tip of your tongue.

He panted, struggling to catch his breath.

“Finally,” he huffed with a smile, but his dark eyes didn’t match the mocking in his tone. A small part of your mind thought that they looked prettier than any light eyes you had ever seen. “So you were able to shut up, after all.” He gulped, still panting.

He moved away from you slowly, as you remained there, frozen, like a piece of art in front of him, cheeks blushed, lips flushed and parted as your eyes stared at him, an emotion much different from this evening.

He found himself enjoying this one even more.

“Eh… T-this is my bus stop.” He muttered when the bus stopped. Maybe it wasn’t, but he didn’t care. He felt like he would have the energy to run home if needed. “I-I’ll… see you tomorrow.”

You blinked as he stood up and walked away.

What…

What had just happened?

[☆★🌷★☆]

[yandere-fics]

Also I gave thought to the Runa sisters thing. Currently my ideas are

1: horny bully sister getting angry at Runa because she's too overprotective, gets mad that Runa never lets you go on any dates. Possibly turns into a "can't you see how pent up I am??? Why won't you let me see anyone?! Do you wanna fuck your own sister or something???" Situation.

2: Desperate horny sister REALLY wants Runa to take advantage of her. Is way too shy to make the first move but is CONSTANTLY trying to make Runa snap. Wears really small pajamas around the house, moans when stretching, masturbates extra loud when she gets home. That kind of thing. Maybe play into how bad Runa feels about jumping her little sisters bones, how traumatised she must be after what she's doing to her, while you're just finally getting what you've always wanted.

-girlfailure

♡ Runa With A Pent Up Bully Sister ♡

"Runa, my date stood- oh for fucks sake!" You walked into your shared apartment with Runa only to see the girl you were SUPPOSED to go out with this afternoon tied to a chair in your living room and Runa prepared to dissect them alive. "Haven't you already killed enough this week or have you become so much of a freak you need even more to feel any joy in your sad pathetic miserable life!? I hate you so much!"

"B-baby sis! It wasn't my f-fault, that t-thing was going to h-hurt you!" She panicked as you stomped off towards your bedroom, following you and leaving the girl still tied up in the living room confused. She was shaking, how could you tell her you hated her, sure she'd killed at least ten people who you had tried to go on dates with this week but don't you see? She did it out of love, she's your protector, a good protector would never allow you to go on dates. "P-please take it back, y-you don't h-hate me, y-you're j-just too kind for your own g-good! Y-you don't u-understand that I-I'd do anything to protect you!"

"No you stupid bitch, I'm mad cause I want to get laid and you keep stopping me! It's like you want me to die a virgin!" She blushed trying her best to maintain composure but failed as soon as the next part came out of your mouth. "If I don't get laid soon I am going to fuck you Runa, is that what you want?? You're a freak who wants your sister to get so pent up, she fucks you!"

"O-okay, l-let's m-make l-love." She whimpered starting to strip her clothes off causing you to laugh hysterically. Her head darted up and tears welled in her eyes as you laughed at her.

"Oh my god, you're such a fucking dweeb. 'let's make love' what kind of fucking dweeb says shit like that. God you should count yourself lucky I'm still horny enough to fuck you even after you said that bullshit." You heard the person in the living room gasp through their gag and remembered your stupid bitch sister forgot to go finish them off. "Nevermind that cunt in the living room killed my mood, go kill them or something, maybe I'll be in the mood again when you finish with them."

You'd never seen Runa kill someone that fast before, it was kind of nice she desired you that much, too bad she was still such a stupid bitch, why couldn't a hot girl desire you, instead you were left with a serial killer. Oh well, you supposed at least you got laid at the end of the day.

[silcosprincess]

Hello! Can I have a matchup please? I'm okay with both girls and boys!

I'm a female she/her age 19 (I don't mind age gaps tho) I'm okay with poly!

If I were in Arcane I would live in Piltover however I would take a Zaun side

I am pretty social, however I prefer to spend time alone! I care about others a lot… To an unhealthy amount honestly but I'm working on it! I love to help others and make them smile. I care too much about what others feel and think and it's tiring, I also love being mentioned/involved in things, it makes me feel liked!

People call me funny! I am most of the time unserious and I love to joke around, serious situations are stressful so I prefer to be joyful, but I do like talking about serious topics (sometimes) Like I said before I love to make people smile and laugh with my jokes and overall make them happy with my presence.

My humor is definitely not for everyone, it's mostly the humor of a 12 y/o kid which can be annoying to some people lmao. When it comes to annoyance I also like to annoy people, it's so fun! But I never want to make them really feel bad! I often act like an asshole but this is just for jokes. Like I said I don't want them to actually feel bad, if I do, I will feel very guilty! When it comes to it I apologize A LOT, I apologize so much that it might too annoying but I always feel a sense of guilt inside of me. I'm also VERY sensitive and worry about everything. Ah and I'm pretty dumb and I am not trying to insult myself I am just silly hehe and I'm okay with that. Oh and Im very clumsy

Someone can be mad at me a bit and I would about to cry already. Cute things makes me also want to cry… Overall like I said I am very sensitive. I feel guilty about everything 24/7 even if I shouldn't feel guilty

I also have anger issues and its very easy to make me angry.

My biggest love language is words of affirmation, I would say "I love you" and stuff like that very often. The second one is probably physical touch, but sometimes I might not be in a mood but otherwise I love hugs and kisses!

Likes: Everything related to horror, food (especially sweets), games, cute things, plushies I do art!

What I like in someone: Someone strong and smart. I like them crazy! I like when someone is not judging me. Understanding, sometimes I really like when somebody is opposite of me.

What I dislike in someone BIG arogance, when that someone is ignoring me all the time

I hope thats not too much and thank you!!

Have a great day/night!

Hellooo, thank you for requesting <3 @bunnoxy

I match you with:

💗Jinx💗

The two of you met when she was running from the enforcers in the city, and she found herself in your house while you were drawing. Of course, she was really distrusting of you at first, but since the enforcers ran right past your house she didn't feel like she had anywhere else to go without getting caught. Your understanding of her situation got her to slowly but surely trust you more (even though she literally broke in lmao but look at her shes so cute).

Your playful sense of humor aligns really nicely with her chaotic and unpredictable nature, and she absolutely loves whenever you crack jokes with her, even when they're really childish ones. They make her feel like her old self, and while that can be overwhelming for her sometimes, it feels easier when its you making her feel that way.

In intense moments between you two, like if you upset her somehow, she can be really awkward about being apologized to after everything she's gone through with Vi. But she tries her best to take your apologies seriously because even if shes upset over something, she's still afraid of losing you and doesn't really want conflict between the two of you. She's just scared of messing things up above all else.

She loves that you aren't judgemental of her eccentricities, shes really tired of people always trying to tone her down or look at her like shes some type of demon whenever she messes up somehow or she's just causing her everyday chaos, but you've always made her feel accepted which is something she rarely feels.

Jinx is also creative and she loves sharing her random ideas with you while also admiring yours, and while her style can be really difficult to interpret, she enjoys taking time to explain things about her art or invention to you because she wants to impress you in a way, and you can't tell her that you love her art if you don't even know what it is.

I wouldn't say she's the most romantic person, and touch really freaks her out sometimes. But as long as you don't break her trust, she's open to trying new things with you and she finds appreciation in things you do for her, whether its giving her a hug or a kiss, or just telling her sweet things. She will always try to reciprocate that for you, because deep down there's still a girl who wants to change and get better, which can start simply by just opening up more with the one person who will show her the love that she never thought she deserved.

This leads to her randomly surprising you sometimes, with cheeky little hugs or cheek kisses, while these are big steps for her she still loves doing it because she loves the smile it gives you, and that's always enough to brighten her mood all the same.

Her fits of anger and chaos, are almost always ways for her to mask her vulnerability, and she hates feeling vulnerable since it just reminds her of the times in her past where she felt useless or completely powerless. She may accidentally lash out at you sometimes if there's miscommunication, but she quickly realizes what she's doing almost every time, and while she may not apologize as frequently as you would, she still feels incredibly bad and will do what she can to make it up to you, whether its just taking a day to just spend time with you and show you love or spend some time making something nice for you, like a mechanical baby animal or get you a game that you'd like.

While she can be really hyper-focused on whatever project she's working on, she still can't dream of ever ignoring you especially when you make her feel so secure. She doesn't want you to ever feel insecure or feel like she isn't interesting in what you're saying or doing, since the project is probably with you in mind anyways. She will always try her best to make you feel included in whatever she's doing, and since she usually likes the ideas you come up with, she'll even let you take part in what she's working on. This girl just loves your presence 24/7!

Overall, your relationship with her can be a little chaotic at times, but the love is strong and she would never put you in any kind of danger that she'd usually be causing otherwise. You help her to cope with her insecurities in ways other than fits of violence, while still keeping true to her nature, and she loves that she finally has somebody who she feels safe being vulnerable with. All she wants to do anymore is show you that she appreciates and loves you!

Thank you again for requesting and I hope you enjoyed this one! <3

[wingstobetorn]

QUICKLY YEETS APRILNARDO DATING HCS AT YOU-

Going with a recent hc I have that MM!Leo is the ONLY Leonardo that can cook and cook GOOD; I think these two find out that they both like to cook, and then a lot of the time anyone sees them in the hallway, it's 70% chance that they're talking about what they want to cook together next. They love domestic dates like that, and so they have a lot of cooking dates where they get all kinds of ingredients and try cooking new things together in April's apartment. They have a lot of fun talking about anything and everything while in the kitchen together.

The first one to initiate cuddles was Leo, surprisingly. Like, yes they hug a lot when they start dating that's like, beautiful as fuck, but one day Leo came to school in a sad mood. Had a nightmare about Superfly, his brothers were being extra gremlin-y, he wasn't able to finish some homework due that day, etc etc. All around a bad day. So like, at lunch time when he finally got to see April, my man just didn't wait. He wanted his comfort hugs from his gf so he just sat down next to her and hugged her. April could immediately tell something was wrong, but Leo didn't look like he wanted to talk about it, so she just let him cuddle her the whole rest of lunch time and even while they were walking to their next classes a bit. Man looked so fucking pitiful that even his brothers were like 'aight hol' on we gotta tone down now-' but he didn't care. He just wanted to hug his gf until he felt better. After school he came around to her house out of nowhere and squirreled some more cuddle time out of her. April couldn't even begin to be mad about it.

April is the one who initiates most of the kisses in the relationship. Cheek kisses, forehead kisses, kisses on the hand, she just loves watching him get all flustered and shy about it, and then he'll try to hide his face behind his hands and she'll be like 'well shit we can't have that' and pulls his hands away to pepper kisses on his face. Leo falls deeper in love every goddamn time, it's pathetic/aff.

Later in the school year, I think it would be so cool if April and Leo save up for some couples dance classes, just for the fun of it. And they goof around a lot and are so lovey dovey with each other that the other, older couples at the lesson are just like 'those little kids are gonna get married in the future, trust-' They end up being known as the 'mini-married couple' to the older ones, and neither of them are aware cause they're just fuckin' around, having a good time dancing with each other and being completely enamored with the other through all the bullshit and the funny slip ups-they're fucking perfect bruh.

Sometime long after highschool, April will convince Leo to get ONE tattoo together. Just a simple one, and in an easily covered place too. Just two matching hearts, Leo's is yellow (for April) and April's is blue (for Leo). It's a subtle little nod to each other because they're both very aware that they're gonna go far with each other in their lives, and not only that, but it's also a symbol of not only their love, but their friendship too. If they ever break up (which they won't, lols-) it would be more a symbol of their friendship and whatnot! ANYWAYS I'M GOOD NOW, THAT WAS LONG AS FUCKING BUT I HOPE YOU EAT AND EAT WELL, FELLOW APRILNARDO-ER-

AWWW THESE ARE SO SWEET!

I definitely agree with the HC that Leo is the only one that can cook. I know for a fact his brothers will either completely burn down the kitchen or create the most god-awful food combinations known to man. Or, in Donnie's case, completely survive off of ramen whenever they can't get pizza. This really makes me think about food and eating as a love language and how these two would cook the other something whenever they're feeling like a piece of shit.

AWWWW YES. Leo is definitely very cuddly when in a relationship.

WJGWWHWWNAUAN THATS SO INCREDIBLY CUTE I CAN'T DO THIS!!!!!!!! April loves kissing Leo on his face trust me she told me herself.

The thought of older couples nodding along to each other and being like “Oh those two are definitely gonna get married" is so fucking funny jdgsjsh. Skip to them in their 30s happily married and every single one of those couples are invited because they fucking knew it. I don't know anything about her personally, but they remind me of my cousin's cousin who is getting married soon and my cousin describes her and her boyfriend as being absolutely perfect for each other, the dream couple, etc etc. I just think its really sweet.

“So what have you two been up to all these years?” they hold their hands out to reveal their rings "OH SHIT!!!!!"

The fact I can 100% see them doing this dhgskjegs they really are the typa guys to get matching couples tattoos (affectionate)

[ouroboros-hideout]

OC INTERVIEW

Thanks for tagging me @chevvy-yates! 💚

Decided to do this with one of the OCs for my fic I kind of introduced a while ago. Hopefully will give me some motivation to work further on it. Sadly hadn't have the time do draw her yet (sad noises no PC no mods for me). Regular character creation wasn't even close on how I want her to look. So no piccy yet :(

Really like your idea of letting the oc answer some questions directly. Will do that aswell.

Note: Not all answers don't fit 100% anymore cause I developed her further since I did this Interview

NAME?

"Alyona Petrova."

She actually gets kinda mad if people call her by her full name. She has a difficult relationship with her family and wants to leave everything about them in the past. Therefore she chose a short nickname through which she can identify herself better. Besides, in her business it is better not to mention official names and go with an alias.

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NICKNAME?

"Aon. I prefer that."

It's pronounced like A-On.

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GENDER?

Cis Female

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STAR SIGN?

"I won't tell you my birthday. And all of this astro-shit is a waste of time anyway."

Would say she's a Capricorn? Don't know much about astrology tho :/

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HEIGHT?

"1,70 m. Pretty average. Like those questions."

Her size and figure allows her to fit into fairly narrow and tight spaces. Unlike many of her workers, mainly large men with big muscles, she has the advantage in the construction and assembly of complex machines.

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ORIENTATION?

Hetero

She and Kurt have thing going on no one else knows about. So never ask her about anything pointing in that direction. Since they don't see each other that often in person things can go... out of hand. And she would be embarrassed if someone knew about that since their friendship can be described as very strong, but is also characterized by a lot of teasing and professional distance if you look at it from the outside.

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FAVORITE FRUIT?

"Fruits are plants, right. Tobacco is a plant, too. Does that count? Tzz.. I don't know. I like to put frozen berries in my drink sometimes. So berries then."

She has a smoking problem. Not like chain smoking, but on a regular base. Alcohol, on the other hand, is really more for her to enjoy. Frozen fruits in drinks instead of ice cubes is a life hack tho.

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FAVORITE SEASON?

"Doesn't really matter, as long it's not too warm. I can't stand a lot of heat. If possible I'll always sent some of my workers for jobs in the warmer regions. Of course only if they are capable of doing the job."

Most of the work is done in her workshop in Russia anyway, but occasionally it is easier or more efficient to work on site with her clients. If possible, she always tries to avoid this.

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FAVORITE FLOWER?

"Pfff.. I don't care. Some of them are pretty, sure. But if you want to impress me, give me something usefull and not some plant that'll die within a few days anyway."

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FAVORITE SCENT?

"The scent in my workshop. Thick oil, warm metal, rubbery, a hint of CHOOH2, a little dust in the air. The fresh and cold air outside, after a long day of work is really refreshing, but I wouldn't want to miss that smell."

You know that smell when you enter a car workshop? That.

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COFFEE OR TEA?

"Coffee. If I want to drink water I prefer it cold. And without taste. Something stronger would be even better."

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AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP?

"I try to stick to a good routine. 6-7 hours. My people say I'm even more unbearable when I don't get a good night's sleep. And I can't stand a bad mood at work. Please kill me if I have a jetleg. That's the worst."

She's a very disciplined person.

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DOG OR CAT PERSON?

"Cats. Dogs are fucking exhausting. They want your attention all the time and can't handle themselves for longer than a few hours. I had a cat at the workshop once. He catched his own food, he got out of my way, came for a pet now and then. His name was Bill."

She always teases Kurt that cats are so much better than dogs.

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DREAM TRIP?

"I have been all around the globe and nothing really sparked that much joy yet. But I don't have time for vacation or silly little trips anyway. I like my home. Why go anywhere else."

There are place she hasn't been too obviously but like she said: she rather stays at home if she has some free time and pursues her interests or just rests.

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FAVORITE FICTIONAL CHARACTER?

"Beatrix Kiddo. When I was a child my mother moved in with a man she liked. Different story, won't tell that now. I never liked the capital or big cities in general, but there was a little thrift shop at the corner of the house we lived in. The owner, a really old but really sweet man showed me his age old collection of movies. VHS, DVDs, bet no one these days will remember what those are. I came there once a week and we watched a movie togehter after he closed the store. He was such a big nerd. Tarantinos movies where my favorite. Probably not the kind of stories you should show to a child but I loved it. Kiddo is a badass women and I always wanted to become strong and fierce like her."

Who doesn't like Tarantino?

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NUMBER OF BLANKETS YOU SLEEP WITH?

"One...? What kind of stupid question is that?"

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RANDOM FACT?

Besides forging knives she recently started getting into distilling her own spirits. She came up with a decent gin and will refine the recipe.

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No pressure Tags. If you see this and I didn't tag you feel free to do it anyway if you like.

@cybervesna @cyberholic77 @olath124 @dustymagpie @aggravateddurian @theviridianbunny @bumble-v @pacificaisstillpacifica @wanderingaldecaldo @streetkid-named-desire

[daydreamodyssey]

This ended up being longer than I planned, so I'm sorry beforehand. It was about a whatever video of a girl using heightism, saying something stupid but possibly insidious, and me reflecting on our culture toward smallness, particularly with men and how it deals with gender.

(There's a fun present for those who read the whole thing, I promise!)

I saw a tiktok of a girl candidly and cheerfully saying she'd never date a short guy (5'8 or below, she was 5'2) because of a Napoleon complex.

Standard stuff, though still crossing into prejudice.

But then she goes off, in a chipper mood, about deleting them. That really stuck with me.

Best scenario, she just means deleting them off dating sites. Which is still crass and wouldn't fly if she said something similar about other attributes.

Worst scenario, which wouldn't be the first time I heard it, she means literally and physically delete them. She was talking to a guy out on the streets too, so this isn't done terminally online jerk. A lot of women saying they want men dead isn't cute or funny.

I hope people understand that having a preference or having a bad history with whatever group are different than this rhetoric. Even if that person can control something, as opposed to the near permanence of height, it shouldn't mean this group is inherently bad. The issue is the personality, not how long your limbs are or what genes you have. It's a really weird bioessentialism that says if you look different than your gender norm, you are a suspect and a creep in waiting.

There's also this other connection with many men smaller than (the US) average being men of color, which can have a racist and nativist tone. And since height can be affected by the environment, along with making many short people less likely to have high paying jobs and roles, there's probably a classist element, too. A lot of trans men are also short if you want to include transphobia, who already get barely any acknowledgement about how they're treated.

With a lot of women saying "it's in our genes or brains," and one I saw saying for short men to Stay In The Gym, there is this unspoken rule that men MUST be large and dominant or they're not seriously men. With the whole obsession over genetics and strong men, there is a dangerous overlap with trad and fascist ideals, especially with how radical right wing propaganda works (in the 30s/40s and now with the Chad Trad shit).

I don't think a lot of people, men or women, consciously think about this stuff. They could just be shallow assholes. But smallness is almost always seen as infantilism or criminality with no nuance in humanizing, let alone respect as lovers and workers. Maybe there's some taboo part of our private brain that still latches onto "big = strong against predators and rivals" and we don't want to admit and question it like with women and how we judge their looks.

When people say Napoleon complex, it's always vague, like it can mean anything from being aggressive to just being confident to someone taller. It doesn't mean anything and it just causes a Catch 22; you either accept your place on the arbitrary social ladder or you're insecure and in the spotlight. You can't win because you're not supposed to win.

For every short jerk, there's also a tall jerk. A tall jerk who has popularity, fans, girls, money, and literally more weight to throw around. Am I surprised there's a preference? No. I can still be upset about it because I'm human and I'm naturally going to be mad at things that feel unfair and need leverage. And I'm going to be upset when it feels ignored or derided because people don't want to admit they have biases that are more socially acceptable. I'm going to be upset that I and others who are around my height or even shorter have to push limits every day just be treated equally. I can't imagine having dwarfism and seeing these videos or hearing others on the street.

I hear pretty much everything from "short men are rapists for wanting women to be attracted to them" to eugenics and wanting us just dead. There's definitely other traits that compound the toll on a person (weight for myself) that can be greater or lesser, but it's definitely consistent and I've been seeing it rise over the years after some acceptance in the mid '10s.

We need to have honest conversations and reflections about our relationship with size and what it means to be a man. If you want to abolish the patriarchy but still insult a guy because he doesn't look as big and strong and dominant as other men, then you're playing the same side as the men in power or manosphere chuds. The amount of radfems I see hating short men is honestly funny. Like there's no tall misogynists or abusers out there.

If short men, or just A short man messed you up, I'm sorry you had to go through that. But it wasn't like he was infected with the Small Virus, he might've been just a jerk, the same way tall people might be jerks. Just understand that you're overlooking many people because of a bad experience and how dangerously close that mentality is when applying to other people, or toward yourself.

If you read long enough, I congratulate you, and I offer you this one hell of a title I saw in a flea market the other day.

[doublel27]

I don't really understand why you think that Carlos didn't outwardly blame TK in 4x03. He spent most of the episode being angry and glaring at him (even after Iris was rescued) - not to mention the "bad relationship" comment. He also basically confirmed it when TK asked if he thought it was his fault. It was all pretty pointedly directed at TK, no one else (except, you know, a suspect).

Okay, nonny, gonna be totally honest, I have not gone and rewatched the episode more than the times I watched it a week and a half ago now, so I'm going to go off of my memory and my theory of Carlos as a character as he's been expressed to us thus far. I'm also gonna need you to remind me of the "bad relationship" comment because I don't remember it. Was it in the car? It might have been in the car. I'm going to rewatch.

Carlos DID spend most of the episode angry, but he was really glaring at everyone that wasn't Iris IMO, from what I saw. He was skeptical of Detective Grier except when she played on his worst fears.

And let's talk about Carlos and what was happening in 4x03 and how it relates to his past and his present and his future.

So, several things:

One: This is not the first time Iris has gone missing, this is the second time. The first time Carlos thought she was dead for three years. She wasn't dead, she'd had a mental break due to schitzophrenia and was missing in Austin for three years, during which Carlos told Michelle to give up. There's a big wound that exists here with how Carlos accepted that she was in her right mind when she went missing and it (IMO part of the reason he didn't see her afterwards) because they'd already drifted apart by this point. Carlos didn't know her friends, he didn't know her life, he didn't know how odd things had gotten.

NOW, he's finally gotten back in touch with her, after guilt and other things likely kept him away and she's disappeared again. In fact, she's disappeared again IMMEDIATELY AFTER Carlos asked for something he needed. Carlos tends not to ask for his needs, like ever. And he asked Iris for this thing, and she's now missing. The level of guilt I am sure he felt after the detective told him that his wife went missing after he handed her divorce papers would have been massive.

We could see it on his face, weighing on him. It weighed on him in the interview with Grier in the apartment, and when TK admits that actually, he had gone to talk to Iris, but it was fine-- we would have hit another level of Carlos spiral.

Carlos is very used to handling everything himself. There is a level of perfectionism and control issues that cause Carlos to do everything himself. Like, this is a man who bought a whole ass house without telling TK as a surprise. He's also a man who has tried to finagle things. It was entirely growth to tell TK about Iris before the divorce was complete. I am certain there's a part of Carlos that immediately worried that by involving TK he had set off a chain of events that had inadvertently caused her to have another break.

Doesn't matter that Iris thought she was fine. Doesn't matter that TK thought she was fine. Last time Carlos and Michelle thought she was fine and she was found under a bridge.

We are also looking at a man who any time HE messes up for real, gets petty and starts projecting. Do I think he actually blamed TK? No. I think he blamed himself for involving a free radical like TK to offset the balance. I think he was so caught up in his own fears and his own decisions that he couldn't think past it.

And it's not the first time we've seen this from Carlos.

In 3.13, which is perhapse one of the most egregious levels of Carlos petty bitch moods, Carlos isn't mad at TK having a relationship with Cooper. Carlos is mad that someone else is able to provide acts of service to TK that are making him better and Carlos can't. Carlos's main act of things is acts of service. And he keeps trying to provide the services Cooper is providing and TK doesn't want them from him and Carlos feels not enough. So he's a petty fucking bitch to TK to the point that he doesn't make him food and is like "I thought Coop would feed you."

He does a similar move in 2x04 after the incident with his parents where he tries to gaslight TK into thinking the interaction WASN"T WEIRD. It was weird, you were talking about not being able to hold out for sex that long and how you and your boyfriend had sex in a honky tonk bathroom and then had a "This is my friend from work, TJ, who actually isn't a cop but a firefighter, Dad, don't be mad."

And TK wasn't wrong. But Carlos is both terrified that he's upset his parents with the existence of TK and that he's upset TK to the point of leaving. When TK does come back, Carlos has a very petty bitch moment of "Or did we break up already, because it felt like we did?" Because he's scared.

This is a common occurance all the way back to 1x02 when he calls TK crazy, but we know he knows he's being weird in 1x02 when he's like "I KNOW IT LOOKS LIKE A LOT BUT IT"S NOT BUT IT"S SUPER EASY IT"S JUST A FISH FROM THE FARMERS MARKET NO WORRIES< CHAMPAGNE?" and then when TK is like "This is a booty call. I am only up for booty calls right now" and Carlos then knows he's gone too far but he freaks out and tells TK he's acting crazy but he later tells Michelle he didn't ask TK out because he was worried about him running.

Whenever Carlos fucks up, or is worried he fucked up, he gets defensive and he gets petty and it's SO COMMON. It's just never been so glaringly projection until 3x13 and 4x03.

Also, narratively, the writers set TK up to feel guilty and worried so he didn't worry too much when Carlos didn't come home at first but wasn't immediately terrified when Carlos never respond. TK thinking Carlos is furious with him and isn't responding is the whole reason TK is wondering if he's over reacting with his worry or if he's thinking of doing the right thing in the ways he wants to make it up to Carlos or demand Carlos comes home.

Here's the thing. Carlos didn't leave the apartment in 4x03 or didn't come home later in 4x03 because he was mad at TK. He left the apartment and then didn't come home because he was searching for Iris. We saw it on the call where he showed up to the woman over the cliff fearing it was Iris and was immediately in a panic. When he tells TK he's staing with Iris, he's actually investigating the house again, and lets be real, he knows TK will tell him not to. He's so focused on uncovering what's going on with Iris, he's not paying attention to TK.

He's so lazer focused in the phone call with TK. He's just staring at the house the whole time and is distracted. I've got to rewatch it for the bad relationship comment. That's the one part I don't remember and I'll go back.

And I think, there is a justifiable thing to worry about your childhood best friend who is missing and maybe having another mental break and try and solve what's going on.

I do not feel that how TK was made to feel was fully intentional but it doesn't make it okay any more than his behavior in 3x13 was okay, or in 2x04 was okay or that 1x02 was okay. However, Carlos DOES fix it and change when he is wrong. He asks TK out on a real date. In 2x04 he apologizes and then gets to the point where he sets up a dinner with their families so that he can be boldly out after his dad confirms they know in 2x08. He calls Cooper and makes TK dinner and refuses to let TK say no in 3x13. In this case, Carlos was held captive by murderers, but his focus was still on keeping TK safe every time TK got close.

I think we'll see some progress from here, but that's my take. I understood if people took it other ways. I think we were supposed to be unsure, but I'd love to ask Rafa. He'd know.

[theblogofdavyjones]

The meaning of life

Pairing: Davy Jones x reader

Warnings: None

Requested: @loner56

Request: Hi, can I have a scene in which the reader is in a bad mood, doesn't want to see anyone and forgets where she is? (the reason is constant thinking about the meaning of life) Davy Jones sees that she is devoid of any emotions, and he worries about it, wants to know the reason. Thank you :)

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The mood swings was a true mystery to you, you couldn’t come with anything other than of yourself constantly thinking of the meaning of life and where you were supposed to go and settle.

It had been on your mind constantly that you had even wrote poems about it, and the helped only slightly. One of the lines go a little something like this:

On the way

Tryna get where I'd like to stay

I'm always feeling steered away

By someone trying to tell me What to say and do, I don't want it

I gotta go find my own way

I gotta go make my own mistakes

The thought of life itself could make one go mad, depending on how often it’s in mind. Someone such of yourself, this thought played your mind all of the time. The only truths you could count on was that life is precious and you only live once, that much in truth you knew and could easily accept it.

That was it, you had hoped for the longest time that someone out there in the world would someday come forward to you with the right answer and were unsure if you would ever truly know. Another truth you had dug out to believe was that of life is never easy and never will be for anyone. It didn’t matter how much it’s portrayed by the people on the streets. Thinking of life was the very thought that poked your mind in the night, causing you to lose the sleep needed in order to carry out tasks the following day. Because of the lack of sleep you were getting, it left you with bags under your eyes and you looked as though you had been working yourself sick and took ill. Everyone had took notice but were timid to approach you of this due to the fact you were snapping at everyone who tries to take care of you, even those who care about you.

The first to approach you was Maccus, the captain’s first mate and you had snapped at him to leave you alone. Being it as it may, Maccus had quietly reported this incident to Davy Jones and Davy had been keeping a sharp eye on you ever since. Of course, Davy Jones had no plans to confront you about this, to see what was wrong, but there was a change of plans when he sees you snap at Bootstrap Bill just two days later, and that’s when he decided enough was enough. Davy goes to approach you and when he gets over to you, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing, you were still snapping at Bootstrap Bill and had said some unkind things to him. As you were snapping at Bootstrap Bill to leave you alone, this only concerned Jones more.

“I just want to forget everyone and to forget where I am, Bootstrap! Why can’t you all leave me alone?!”

After saying that, Davy begins to wonder if something had happened or if one of the crew mates had something you weren’t reporting back to him like you should. Now was the time he was going to get to the bottom of it, whether you wanted him to or not.

“(Y/n), what’s wrong?” Davy asks concerningly.,

“Nothing… I just need some time for myself is all.” You say with a wavering like voice.

Davy Jones obviously doesn’t believe your response, so therefore, he wasn’t in any way pleased at all. He asks the question a bit more forcefully this time, but not before he barks orders for everyone to leave you both be unless they want a horrific fate with the kraken. You couldn’t lie, watching everyone around you scrambling away regarding the orders of the captain, was quite amusing.

Not only was it amusing for you to watch, but it had also helped a small smile spread your pink rose lips, a smile that no one had seen in days, one of the things they missed about you. But the smile quickly vanishes the second Davy whips around towards you in a blink of an eye. You’d be lying if you were to say it didn’t cause fright because it certainly did.

“You want to tell me what’s really going on?”

“I honestly don’t know, I haven’t known for the last few days myself.”

Part of that was out of complete honesty while the other part wasn’t, it was far from the truth. If anyone knew Davy Jones in the way you did, you would know how easy it would be for him to sniff out lie just as quickly as if he were to pull the rug out from under your feet. Davy partially knew the answer was truthful at some degree, but he keeps pressing forward for more nonetheless.

“Are you sure you’re alright?”

You were the only crew mate onboard the Dutchman, and it was unbeknownst to you. With you not having that knowledge, you were quite surprised but you’ve become more honest with your captain at this point, now that everyone was gone. It took after a brief moment’s of hesitation before you spill the beans on what’s been going on in your mind.

“Honestly… no. No I’m not okay.” You finally admit, looking away.

“What is it than?”

Davy Jones was truly sincere at this point so you proceed to share your thoughts with, and again with everyone gone, it made it easier for you to be more open. In other words, you felt comfortable sharing your thoughts with Davy. Davy listens intently as you go on to explain what had you question the meaning of life.

For moment, Davy was baffled and didn’t know what to say or know what he could do to help you. That was until he said something he often said when recruiting new members on the Dutchman. Davy wanted to explain it in the best way possible to help you properly understand, in the best way possible.

“Sometimes I feel as though I don’t have a purpose in life. I need some kind of sign to show that in fact I do have a purpose for walking the earth and what my life should be about, where I should be and settle.”

As much as you trusted Davy enough to tell him this, it didn’t help make it any easier as your voice shook, wavered while holding back tears. You than jump slight at the feel of Davy’s more human hand reached out and placed on your shoulder in an attempt to comfort you. Than out of the blue, you started reciting yet another verse of your poem, Davy could hear it but he couldn’t quote understand it so you repeat the line for him.

Sorry man for feeling

Feeling the way I do

Davy couldn’t bear it any longer, so he took hold of your hand before starting to make the way to the top deck, a place where you were viewed among the whole crew if not the whole world. It wasn’t until hearing those lines did Davy realized that you were devoided of any emotions there ever was in the world. Davy didn’t want you feeling this way during your time on the Dutchman and figured this was the best way to show that you indeed had a purpose there just as you would anywhere else in the world you chose to go.

No one had done anything so kind for you, just to show that they care, and this had tears beginning to well in your eyes. They were the kind of tears that you were able to hold back before one is let to slip down your cheek. You didn’t show it as Davy made a wholehearted, beautiful speech about you, about how lucky the crew was to have you and had better treat you right. The speech was made in front of the whole Dutchman residence and as the speech was being given, Davy’s human like hand never left your as he unexpectedly threw them both in the air as of to say you have united the ground in which you stood on. When it was just the two of you once more, Davy pulled you aside and whispered sweet beautiful words in your ear before letting you go. Despite Davy’s cruelty and dead heart, you now know that he looked at you differently than most.

Which was a nice feeling.

“(Y/n), I don’t want you to feel that way ever again. Understood?”

You nod.

During that time, you hug Davy of course and walk away with just only more a peaceful set of mind, but with less worry, along with a final line of your poem.

By the way, you I know your path has been tried and so

It may seem like the way to go

Me, I'd rather be found

Trying something new

And the bottom line

In all of this seems to say

There's no right and no wrong way

Sorry if I don't feel like

Living the way you do

Saying this in a way for it was only you who could hear it.

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A/N: Lyrics are from The Offspring’s “Meaning of Life”

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[deepintheriver]

The oldest daughter.

The only thing I relate to my mom is my desperate need to be loved, and the incomprehensible fear of abandonment I feel when I try to reach for my mother, but there's no mother to reach to.

She tried to fulfill an empty place in her with me, unsuccessfully, because if you don't know how to love, you don't know how to teach someone to love.

I don't even know if I love her. Rationally, I feel like I love her because I don't hate her, but rationally, I also feel like it's imposible to love someone who hurt you that much.

But, does she loves me? She has always said that if she lost me, she couldn't live anymore. She told me that she loves me. She told me that everything she does is for me. She tells everyone that I'm a great daughter. She told me that I take so much care of the house and that she is so grateful for that. She told me that I have so much talent and that she will always support me.

However, that only happens when she's in a good mood. I don't have enough fingers in my hands and feets together to count every time I had to be extremely quiet, everytime I had to read her breath or posture, everytime I had to prepare the house for her to come, everytime I had to think on advance and wonder what could possibly made her mad, so I could fix it on time. Hiding in my room so she doesn't get mad at me, but not for too long. Headphones on my head so I don't hear her yelling around the house, but just one ear covered in case she needs something from me.

If anything went wrong, she didn't love me anymore. Suddenly, I was stupid, I was a bad daughter, I was a burden, I didn't help her with the house, I was ungrateful. When she was in a bad mood, my house was a battlefield; if she was home, I knew she was going to be saying bad things to the air, but making shure I could hear her. If we were in the same room, I knew I was going to be yelled at for whatever reason. Steps like an earthquake. Things getting dropped.

I am terrified of my mother, cause anything could go wrong in any moment, and it would be my fault. Bad day at work? My fault. My siblings did anything wrong? My fault. She was running late? My fault. She didn't know how to do something? My fault.

All around her is chaos; dirty house, always late, messy feelings and messier responses. And it was my duty to make all of that go away.

She raised a liar, a people pleaser, an outstanding empathetic and anxious woman, a perfectionist, a control freak. But overall, she raised a woman incapable of knowing that she is loved, and incapable of love somebody. Just like her. As an adult, I've learned how to camouflage all of this, I've learned how to treat people, how to show the affection I have for others, how to rationally know when someone loves me, but deep in my heart, I know that I will never be able to truly feel that for myself. I feel like a monster sometimes, and at the same time, I feel like I'm just a little girl trying to win everyone's approval; desperate and lost. I don't know who I am.

I don't hate my mom as a person. I think she is not bad, I think she is charming. But I hate the mom she is. She is a teenager in the body of an adult, and a teenager shouldn't be a mom.

I know she never had the chance to develop herself, to learn how to regulate herself, how to get over that characteristic selfishness of teenagers, how to develop an inner monolog and be better. I know she is not a bad person cause I know where she comes from, and how she thinks and the limitations she has. But I know, also, that I shouldn't be paying all of that. I have compassion for my mom, but I also have it for myself.

I didn't have the opportunity of being a teenager. She had a bad mom, so I had to be the mom of the two of us. I'm not sure if I've found peace with it, but I know I feel better than the last 20-ish years.

When your mom is not your mom, it breaks your heart. I'm just a kid with her heart broken.

[keenerkey]

RIRI AND HARLEY PLEASE GODD

And also celestial trio 👀👀👀👀

OOOO okay. (Hi Sarah !!) I have been so busy so I haven't been able to write much but I got back on my Riri and Harley fic and cleaned what I did have up at little just for this <3. It gave me a boost of creative energy so hopefully I'll have some free time soon cause I'm in love with this one again.

ANYWAY, context. It's a one-shot of a larger series called "The Marvelous Misadventures of the Young Avengers" that I have started planning out. It is completely canon-compliant BUT it does take place in 2029 so I have room to say some things are different from how they last left off in canon. I LOVE Riri and Harley's friendship and it's definitely a teasing, fun friendship where they both can clock each other's moods very quickly. Riri is also the first friend Harley made up in New York/Massachusetts! They shoulder Tony's legacy together. The Iron Legacies <3 <3 <3

Here is a little snip of it:

He missed Tony. If Tony was here he could give Harley some tips and he wouldn’t be failing miserably at taking on Tony’s mantle. He wouldn’t be disappointing the old man. Iron Mechanic was a joke. The Iron Legacy was a joke. He was a fucking joke.  “You know the goal is to not follow Icarus’s example.” A familiar voice rang out behind him. Harley sighed.  “Really? I thought the point was to live life fast and recklessly.” Harley responded, pulling himself together as best he could before getting up and turning around to face her. She stood behind him, her pink and yellow helmet in her arms, black hair braided back and sweat covering her skin.   “You’re lucky Peter had a big test to study for tonight and asked me to patrol for him. You would have been calming him down from a panic attack if he had been here.”  “Yeah, ‘cause I almost just killed a bunch of people and destroyed a building. I’m surprised you aren’t yelling at me.”  Riri eyed Harley for a second, like she was deciding whether or not to say something. “Sure, but it’s different with you. He doesn’t like when you get hurt.”  Harley eyebrows scrunched up and his heart thumped a little faster in his chest. It always did that when Peter was around. Or mentioned. “He’s protective of everyone. It’s his nature.”   Riri sighed, before walking over and sitting on the ledge of the building. Harley stood, staring at her. He didn’t fully understand why he was so nervous around Peter, but he suspected jealousy might have something to do with it. Envy. All his time with Tony, his talent, his ability to never fail like Harley just did-  Riri looked back at him, her eyebrows raised in expectation. “Get your ass over here and sit with me.”  Harley snapped out of his thoughts and walked over to sit beside her. They sat there for a minute, watching the skyline. 

annddd as for the Celestial Trio, which is a very vague name cause I don't have a title, I'll just tell you the basic idea run down: (I'm still bad at explaining it, exactly, so stick with me. I don't have a description figured out yet since it's still new )

Alright, so, years ago this group of heroes banded together as it was foretold by prophets and oracles and written in the threads of fate. They were destined to defeat the desperate and violent grab for power by the mad king of Hilacha. Except- they fail. Utterly. The leader, Kaius, escapes and hides himself away in shame. Years later, When her adoptive dad falls ill, Tera reluctantly followers her sister, Solara, out of the city to find a cure. They get wrapped up in a plot long planned by Theo, the mysterious guy who just so happens to be living with the disgraced hero Kaius, to get the band back together and right the wrong that happened years ago while unraveling what exactly caused them to fail in the first place.

(so basically, it's mystery, a little politics, betrayal, friendship, redemption, and the whole Celestial trio ties into world building, their deities, and the main three (Solara, Astera, and Theodore Aylin, all have names in reference to a celestial-type deity.)