#some completely harmless people just piss me off sometimes

[t4transsexual]

i might get crucified for this take but sometimes you just need to get over being uncomfortable. something or someone making you uncomfortable doesnt automatically mean that theyre evil and bad or even malicious. im uncomfortable watching med shows and you dont see me going around saying med shows are evil and every person who watches them are evil. a lot of people make me uncomfortable for no fault of their own, im just easily uncomfortable by social interaction. half the time their flavor of autism just conflicts with mine and it makes me uncomfortable. im willing to bet that a lot of the people some of yall lead hate campaigns against are just harmless but weird

[noforkingclue]

Good Omens request idea for a slight change of pace. Dark Good Omens with kidnapped reader BUT reader did actually secretly like-like Crowley and Aziraphale.

The three of them were close as friends, but with them partnered up she never considered they'd be interested. Regardless, the whole being held against your will thing has left her feeling betrayed and confused. She doesn't know if she can trust them anymore.

Hurt feelings abound from all sides when the boy's lovely friend goes from being sweet and affectionate to recoiling from them

Note: requests are currently closed

Of course anon. You guys know how much I love writing dark fics!

Hope you like it :)

Title: Give it Time

Warnings: dark fic- kidnapping, imprisonment

You used to love spending time in the bookstore.

It was always so warm and comforting. Aziraphale would always allow you to curl up with a book in one of the corners of the shop. He had miracled in a chair for you and always made sure that there was tea and biscuits ready and waiting for you.

Crowley, despite being a demon, seemed to care about you in his own way. Performing little, mostly harmless, tricks on people who had annoyed you. These were usually against colleagues who had pissed you off that day. However, sometimes it was against a date that had gone badly. People who seemed so nice on the apps but then did a complete personality flip when you met in person.

These were more on the nasty side.

Not that you were complaining of course.

The thing was, you liked the angel and demon. Maybe you liked the two of them a bit too much although of course you never said anything. They were together and supernatural beings. Things wouldn’t be… right.

Well now, now, things definitely weren’t right.

You pulled your legs up against your chest as you looked out of the window at the street below. People going about their lives, unaware of what was happening just across the street from them. A gentle tap at your door temporarily brought you out of your thoughts.

“Dear, I’ve made you a cup of tea.”

You heard the door open as Aziraphale walked into the room. You didn’t look over at him. You couldn’t face seeing him again.

“And your favourite biscuits,” he said, “oh yes, and that book you were reading the other day. You left it down stairs after-”

Here he cut himself off and you could tell he was looking at the floor. He meant that after he tried to touch you yesterday. It wasn’t anything too… much, just a simple hand on the shoulder. However, to you it felt like you had been burned. You spent the rest of the day in your room.

You heard Aziraphale sigh and put the tea down. He moved across the room and, after a brief hesitation, sat down next to you on the window seat. You tensed at the motion and you were vaguely aware of Crowley moving into the doorway.

“Why?” you asked eventually, shattering the silence

You looked over at Aziraphale, locking gazes with him. He looked briefly startled that you finally spoke before his expression softened. You saw Crowley approach the two of you, sitting down behind Aziraphale.

“Why what?” Aziraphale asked softly

“She means why did we take her?” said Crowley

“Yeah,” you said, “that.”

Aziraphale and Crowley looked at each other. You had a feeling that a conversation was going on between them that you weren’t a part of and that irritated you. You would never be like them. You were just a mortal. You would pass on and they wouldn’t.

“Because,” Crowley said, “we wanted you.”

“Why?”

This seemed to confuse the both of them.

“Why wouldn’t we, dear,” said Aziraphale, “we’ve been close for some time.”

“Not as long as you and Crowley.”

“Yes, well, I was talking in human terms. We only wanted what’s best for you.”

“By kidnapping me.”

“We have a lot of enemies,” Crowley said, stretching out, “Hell, hea-,” he coughed and looked uneasy, “upstairs. It’s safest for you here.”

“By keeping me against my will?”

The tension in the room thickened and you sighed and stood up. Aziraphale made a move to stop you but Crowley put a hand on your shoulder to stop him. You walked towards the door, stopping briefly to grab the tea, a biscuit and the book. You stopped just at the door and said,

“Y’know I really liked the both of you. When I say like I mean… maybe slightly more than just friends. But the two of you are together and supernatural beings. I don’t know why you did this. If you just talked-”

You cut yourself and shook your head.

“But now I can’t trust you. How can I trust anything either of you say?”

You didn’t bother to wait to hear a response as you left the room. You let the door swing shut and walked to a different, quiet spot of the shop. One where you could be left in peace.

Aziraphale and Crowley remained where they were, watching the door after you had left. Eventually Crowley said,

“Well, she took her stuff. That’s a step in the right direction.”

“I know,” sigh Aziraphale, “we just need to be patient.”

[ryuichirou]

Ryu, I really have to say, I absolutely adore the way you portray the octavinelle trio! especially Azul! Most of the time, the fandom tends to mischaracterize the 3 of them ;/,

for example, in Azul's case, making him a crybaby bottom. In Floyd's case, a lot of people in the fandom forget that he's actually really smart?? or that his "squeezes" are just harmless hugs. in Jade's case, they forget that he can be just as chaotic and unpredictable, just like Floyd. They're twins, after all!

Anyway, I really like reading your headcanons about them! and I was wondering if you have more headcanons you would like to share about these 3 ? Not ship wise, but more like general headcanons about each of them? 🤌🏻

Anon! It took me a while to get to your ask, but every time I sat down to write some replies, I took a look at it and smiled. I am so happy to hear that and so grateful.

These three are indeed often the victims of mischaracterization. Even in general, I feel like people often forget just how dangerous they are, and not only because of sheer power, but also because of how smart and cunning all three of them are. We had another reply about Azul not being crybaby just the other day, but just like you said, the tweels also get misinterpreted a lot. But this is not a post about the mischaracterizations… this is a post about headcanons!

I mentioned it at some point, but I’ll say it again: we love these three and their interactions so much that we would gladly watch a sitcom about them scheming and doing other stuff. They are such a fun trio with so much potential for both comedic and dark scenarios.

So, here are some headcanons about them! We also have a post with more headcanons about them, but in our Mafia AU specifically.

They have an unspoken rule that there shouldn’t be any sentimental moments between them, but Azul is the only one who takes this rule seriously. If Jade and Floyd want to hug each other or Azul and say nice things, they could easily do it and no ban would ever prevent them. But then again, it’s also because Jade and Floyd know that such behavior would piss the other two off and make them embarrassed and annoyed as fuck, so it’s worth it.

They are both closer to each other and further from each other than Azul thinks. It’s not like Azul has no impact and no value in the tweel’s life whatsoever; he kinda changed their life’s trajectory forever, because they would have never left the Coral Sea if it wasn’t for Azul’s ambitions. But also, their experience together doesn’t really give Azul any immunity in case he stops being amusing to them.

The dynamic in their relationship always shifts. There are moments when Floyd is “the sane one” of all people; Azul and Jade actually can get very annoying when both of them are focused on some great plan….

There are days when Azul gives the tweels the same vibes as their dad. Papa Leech doesn’t nag as much as Azul does, but the contract-oriented part with annoyingly high attention to details is certainly familiar to Jade and Floyd. If you told them that, they would disagree though, because come on, their old man is much more fun-loving. 

Floyd actually has quite a lot of videogames, but sometimes he spends months not touching any of them. And sometimes, when he’s in the mood, he can spend an entire week playing the game and skipping classes just because he is so focused and wants to finish the game as soon as he can. He likes fighting games a lot, but Jade and Azul are worse at videogames than him, so he can’t play them much. And looking for someone else to play with is bothersome…

They actually enjoyed playing music together. A lot of time it ended up in complete chaos because of Floyd’s desire to reenact the final scene of the movie “Whiplash” (which he hasn’t seen by the way), but still…. Sometimes Azul thinks than when the Mostro Lounge stuff gets more independent and doesn’t need as much of their help and control, they could play for their customers. One time he even said that and instantly regretted it, because he can’t just show these two piranhas his vulnerability like that. The tweels replied with “you’re a control freak, Azul; we’ll never get to that point”, by the way.

That school/camp they went to when they were learning how to operate on land was actually the greatest bonding experience for them. It was the first time when Azul saw the tweels being vulnerable. Probably the last time as well…

Azul taught Jade and Floyd the basics of cooking. It was brutal... Azul was learning at the same time though, because cooking on land and cooking underwater are two completely different things :(

[thestrangestthing89]

It's really disturbing to me how many people are willing to force a romantic relationship on two people simply because they were kind to each other (occasionally). Mike being nice to El in S1 isn't enough of an indication of a crush. It's the bare minimum of human interaction. It's one of the many things that get overlooked when people are insisting Mike and El actually had romantic feelings for each other/a crush on each other. This is simply not enough of a reason to ship two people together. It's not enough to hold any kind of relationship together. Spending a couple days together in a high stress situation doesn't form a romantic relationship. And just because they are cute kids doesn't mean you are supposed to ship them. Of course they are cute. They are kids. All of the kids on this show are cute. Not only that, but I love how it just gets completely ignored that Mike and El have been referred to each other as family members since the beginning. There are repeated references to them being siblings and cousins along with multiple comparisons throughout the series to Mike with Hopper and Brenner.

The Duffers never wanted people to ship this. They have even said they were surprised people did. The most hilarious thing to me is when people ignore how they were compared to Eliot and ET. It's platonic. It was always platonic. Just because they put Mike and El next to each other on a couple of posters doesn't mean they were trying to emphasize a romantic relationship. They were trying to emphasize they are the main characters - or at least the main focus of the plot along with Will. Not to mention how they haven't done this in a while. They were worried that the show wouldn't be watched if Mike and El weren't together which I think is also why they sometimes put them on posters. But seriously there aren't a lot of these and Finn and Millie have barely done any promotional things just the two of them. This is different than Finn and Noah not doing promotional things together - that relationship is a secret. But Mike and El were out in the open and they still barely promoted it. They thought people would hate S2 because they weren't together. But that didn't happen. Instead when they are together in S3 most of the adult audience (their intended demographic) couldn't stand that relationship. They went out of their way to make sure people found it annoying.

The writers and the cast have admitted at various times that they felt pressured to promote that relationship. There wasn't supposed to be a kiss at the end of S2 but the Duffers said they felt pressure to add it. Millie has said the fans make her feel like she has to promote mileven. Finn is annoyed anytime the subject comes up. They hate this. They have never liked this relationship and they do everything they can to show people why they shouldn't be supporting it.

All this to say that so many people have convinced themselves that their head canons about Mike having a crush on her in the early days are true. And it's going to lead to a lot of pissed off people who won't admit that they just misunderstood the story when season 5 comes out. I think it really warps peoples perceptions of the show that fandom sites aren't very active right now. There are a lot of younger people on these sites posting regularly and it's creating this false sense of assurance when people agree with head canons. And I think a lot of people are projecting themselves onto the characters, which up to a point is fine. It's fine to find some aspects of characters relatable. But forcing these character to be like you and getting pissed when people point out something isn't accurate isn't you expressing your creativity. It's not being able to tell the difference between a fun, harmless head canon and the actual narrative. They are separate things.

Some of these head canons have gotten so out of control it doesn't seem like people even remember the actual story anymore, they just remember other theories and fan fiction. And honestly some of them range from completely random to flat out crazy (I'm mostly referring to relationship/character stuff here not theories about the supernatural plot. I feel like any random theory here is valid because the writers are making up this world).

But the intended demographic is adults and while a lot of them may not be posting on this site regularly, I guarantee you most of them don't think Mike ever had a crush on El. Most people are so annoyed with that relationship - because that is the way they wrote it. They want people to be done with it. And more of those people are going to come on this site when promotional stuff starts amping up only to get threatened out of it because people can't handle being corrected.

I say this as a millennial and someone who is a part of the target audience. The writers are not trying to promote that relationship. They never were. Because no emotionally mature adult actually likes it. It's been the younger fan base that always fixated on that relationship and the writers were surprised they even watched the show.

I'm starting to feel like by the time the final season comes out, I'm going to come on here ready to excitedly talk about the show only to find people upset because their theories weren't true. And it's mainly the people who are hurling around terms like misogyny, ableism, biphobia, etc anytime someone points out their theories don't add up with canon evidence. You can pretty much guarantee anyone immediately saying those terms (and usually using them incorrectly) in the face of mild criticism wasn't mature enough to be watching the show in the first place.

This isn't a teen show. It never was. It was never the Mike and El show and it wasn't ever about their relationship.

[transmascpetewentz]

sometimes i wonder why i'm still in therapy but then i have a session where i talk about something that's been annoying me recently and she gives amazing 10/10 advice. also i now realize i need another meeting to update the accommodations i get (bc the ones my paperwork says i get, i no longer need, while i need some others that i don't have on my paperwork)

some things that i thought would be total non issues ended up being huge issues. and it's very weird things too. like who knew someone would surprise me with cooking. yeah my paperwork doesn't explicitly say that i can't do cooking but how could i even have predicted that it would come up. and i thought that not screaming at someone and making accusations when they display neurodivergent behavior was a no brainer bar that everyone could clear but apparently something has to be made explicit for some people to care.

and this year people have gotten worse. as soon as someone displays any neurodivergent behavior the accusations start flying. oh i don't like this very rigid writing process? i want to actually start writing before i pick out every word out of order? nope, it must mean i have a "computer addiction" (which has even less evidence supporting it than phone addiction does) and that this alleged addiction is my moral failure and that my use of a computer to write means that i'm intentionally trying to collapse western civilization. and any original idea that i have just means i'm not understanding that i need to talk about the plot of the book (in a very rigid framework that means that we just understand the basic moral instead of being encouraged to do real literary analysis. i mean, of course this guy who wrote a story about everyone being equal in every way still kept gender, because the end of the world is more likely than any slight challenge of the gender roles)

and of course, me looking down must mean that im not paying attention and intentionally trying to disrespect people. and when people scream at me to look up and i do, that must mean that they righteously saved me from my inattention even though i'm paying even less attention to the speaker because i'm paying attention to my body language to make sure i don't piss people off. would i like to have something to do other than staring at the wall? well that's obviously my phone addiction talking. people who aren't psychologists obviously have the ability to diagnose a phone addiction in every person they meet and then attribute their completely normal and harmless behavior to that addiction.

i love education and i think it's great. it's one of the best jewish values imo. that's also why i'm a major fan of renaissance humanism. but being micromanaged isn't education, it's training me like a dog to use the right body language while simultaneously understanding absolutely nothing because appearances are more important than actual learning. ironically my "hardest" classes are actually my easiest ones because i can focus on learning about the subject matter instead of paying constant attention to my body language in order to make myself appear like i'm paying attention.

tbh i don't even know what kind of accomodation i would need for this. i just wish that people would give me slightly more grace when i'm displaying neurodivergent behavior. but that's not something that can go in documentation because it's extremely subjective and has more to do with people's subconscious thought processes than their conscious choices to be assholes. i hate it sm i literally have moral rule following ocd and the first year that i have done education since i started meds for my ocd and learned to stop giving as much of a shit, i'm getting mixed signals and being told that i'm actually intentionally unfocused and disrespectful because of my body language.

and of course everything also requires images because some studies have come out saying that people without visual processing disorder "learn better" with images, and of course if i can't understand what's happening in an image then it's my fault because i'm not wearing my glasses for looking at things far away when i'm looking at something a few inches in front of me. and when i wear my glasses and i still can't understand it i'm told i actually just don't see the image well and should look more closely. i explain that i see the image perfectly well and just don't understand what's happening in it, and then i get told to zoom in again. it's an endless cycle and when i explain that i have a disorder people say they understand but then 1.5 minutes later they go back to acting like it's my fault.

[lilyunad]

A story I guess

Tw fearplay, teasing, but human is too brave to give in. It's harmless Gt stuff. Also Tigahr gets called a Disney princess.

____

This person was annoying...

Held by the back of their hoodie, Tigahr was holding them above his head, close to his mouth. It didn't seem to have any effect though-

"Let me go, snake"

Would she have used the word "down" and Tigahr would have maybe done things differently. However he doesn't feel like it.

She wanted freedom while not showing fear of him. It was kind of disturbing, too...

"You sure? Any death wish? I-"

"You have never harmed anyone, you living rainbow! Can't fool me. Let me gooooo"

Her arms were crossed now, despite dangling over him.

Tigahr's face was getting darker and his eyes brighter. It made him look daunting and pissed, however his gaze showed the opposite...

A bit of hope, and, confusion... Maybe a little bit of a desire to be friendly while not really remembering how to be. His words don't match his thoughts sometimes. Her bravery sets him off.

A person who wouldn't run away screaming about the man-eating (not true, that he's big doesn't mean he would do that, but human beings tend to assume the worst) naga was rare.

Tigahr lowered his head and shook it to the sides, his long hair waving, following the motion; he rubbed the bridge of his nose.

"Hey Rapunzel, I'm here-"

"Oi."

They were cut off by the sight of fangs. Fangs that got longer the more he opened his mouth.

"Oh heck no please-"

The mouth slowly closed as he exhaled. Compared to how much teasing he's done before, a yawn scared her? He smirked.

"Finally got to scare you" a long, pointy tip of a purple tongue licked his lips. They were often dry, and he often did that regardless of the teasing,

"I was not,"

Tigahr blinked at her,

"Your fangs are so cool! A shame you closed that mouth of yours"

From there it was obvious. She did get scared, he could sense her shaking a little, she probably doesn't want to see the mouth from a closer angle. He wouldn't do that anyway.

Some people show fear differently. This one human physically did not show it, nor verbally, but there were some slight voice cracks that gave it away.

That was some sign that if he went on she'd break. He doesn't want that. Not now. Not when he learned when to stop.

It was about time to stop. The girl was having a brave facade but it was crumbling, because he yawned... How terrifying did it look for her? He used to not care, but now,... That'd be his worst nightmare if he was in her shoes... Which he got to be. There are beings much bigger than him.

"Just give in-"

Tigahr said sternly. The girl froze.

"No, you let me down disney princess—???"

Which Tigahr did. Not completely - He lowered her to the palm of his other hand.

"Let me finish. I thought you were brave, but you're just trying to not show fear. You would most likely run home and cry in bed, realizing how much danger you put yourself in, by saying these words and insulting me."

Tigahr tilted his head to the side. He changed so much.

When he discovered humans he tried to be friendly, but only saw fear and that mentally broke him. Loneliness made him think scaring them would be better, but that also made him cruel. Deep inside he always wanted a friend, but his behavior translated into self-sabotaging and traumatizing anyone who trespassed.

Time and getting friends, not necessarily humans, had him realize loneliness gave him a false sense of comfort. What he did to others and to himself was bad - he didn't even need to do any of this. It only made everything worse.

"Yeah yea. You wanted to see the big scary snake the signs mention. You trespassed onto my lands. I hope you realize what the warnings are about could be true"

-And they relatively were-

"You're good? Impressed?"

She shook her head yes. Tigahr guessed that she in fact, really and genuinely wanted to go and he will give her just that.

"Lucky you. Just follow the owl statues until the trees are smaller, that's where to leave. If you like me, just leave some cookies in front of the signs. Maybe you'll get to see me, I would not bother you."

Tigahr slowly lowered her down to the ground and in front of an owl statue. It was about her size.

" If you do bother me... "

He only joked about the cookies, but couldn't help threatening her. He was used to it and it was hard to get rid of this habit... However he winked at her, giving her the cue that if she did "bother" him, despite his harsh tone, that meant that she'd be okay. He wouldn't bother her back as much as he did today.

"I will come back you hear me? I'll bake these cookies with so much love I hope you choke on them."

Tigahr raised an eyebrow. Still cocky despite the facade.

But he does hope to see her again, cookies or not...

[feral-shfiting-stuff]

F r i e n d s i n m y c r o s s o v e r d r

this is a long one get ready folks lol

MILES MORALES

Closeness: 7/10

how we met:Basically we were in science class and Miles was basically just messing around making something completely unrelated,so I mostly had to carried the assignment a bit. After class,he actually apologized for that,and we’re were chill.

Dynamic: Miles and I are kinda geniuses so we use our smarts to do all sorts of stuff,ranging from useful stuff to stupid stuff that makes us laugh. He helps me with my math and physics struggles and in turn I help him with robotics! He tends to do graffiti and sometimes I join him! We tend to mess with each other time to time,mostly just harmless pranks.

ANNE BOONCHUY

closeness:7/10

how we met: So one of our classes we basically had to spar with other students ,and I got paired up with Anne, I was doing doing alright,until SHE PULLS OUT THIS RANDOM ASS ATTACK THAT IS BASICALLY A FLASHBANG,and then proceed to kick my ass. So obviously I was pretty damn pissed,so I went over to the near by convenience store to buy some food,and I shit you not, I run into her and her friend group. I was expecting some insult to come out of her mouth,she just complemented my clothes.(before taking the bag of chips I was about to eat.)

Dynamic: Me and Anne are pretty much rivals,we constantly argue and bicker but not in a serious way,more like 2 people getting into petty little squabbles. We love to make fun of each-other in harmless ways,and bantering. But at the end of the day,we both truly care for eachother.

SONIC THE HEDGEHOG

closeness:7/10

How we met:Basically,I was riding on my hoverboard in a park,and I saw my crushes. Which caused me to lose track of where I was going,and I was about to crash straight into a light pole,thankfully Sonic came in clutch,using his insane speed to stop me from crashing into the pole,and placing me down somewhere else. He talked to me a bit and ran off,didn’t even warn me about looking where I skate or anything.

Dynamic: Sonic is a absolute adrenaline junkie,he’s constantly love doing all sorts of stuff that gets his blood pumping,from running around the city,to skydiving,to watching horror movies,he’ll do it all! He always drags his friends along (as long as they are willing). He’s overall a pretty cocky guy,he’s cool and confindent. But behind all that,he’s a genuinely kind person who’s willing to listen and help his friends when needed.

SORA

Closeness:7/10

How we met: When I first joined my new school,I heard a lot of buzz around some of these kids,one of those kids so happens to be Sora! For a day or two I didn’t get the hype around those them. But when some weird creature called a heartless appeared and terrorized the school,I tried to stop one of them,only to get my ass handed to me,if it wasn’t for him I would have been cooked,I kinda grew to respect him way more after that day!

Dynamic: Sora is the text box definition of sunshine, He always tries to help keep everyone spirits up. While he’s not overall the sharpest (but he is far from stupid.) He still able to think quickly on his feet. He’s a bit lazy from time to time tho. But the one thing I admire about him the most is that no matter how many times life knocks him down,he always gets back up and hits life twice as hard. He can also randomly get hella philosophical on us all of a sudden. Overall he’s just a good hearted guy!

SON GOHAN

Closeness:7/10

How we met: I was just working on a project in the school library and I was a bit burned out from it.so I decided to take a break and read a book on bugs(just cause). And Gohan actually walked up to me and asked me about it,I told him I didn’t actually know a lot about bugs. He then proceeded to info dump to me about bugs

dynamic:Gohan is definitely the smartest of the group,hell he’s the one who studies the most compared to all of us! And despite being a really good fighter,he actually does like fighting at all. But he’ll fight to protect us. Realistically speaking,Gohan is one hell of a softie at heart.

[ask-codeearasure]

The UTMV fandom has an ableism problem and you probably noticed this before, as it's very prevalent in fanworks with Ink. It's canon that Ink is neurodivergent in some way, most speculated to have AuDHD or one of the two, and sometimes he is also headcanoned to have Antisocial Personality Disorder and/or Dissociative Amnesia on behalf of his compulsive antisocial behaviors, a couple of his internalized beliefs towards societal systems, constant lapses in memory, and the fact they have no recollection at all of their true origins.

But not many people actually do shit with this aside from making him a villain that truly cares for no one and nothing aside from his own devices or they make him the butt of a joke on the side of his friends (mainly Swap and Dream) getting unreasonably irritated with them based on the behaviors caused by their unmedicated symptoms.

The latter is the part that pisses me off more, and this is a trope common throughout American media too, where the character with weird but harmless behaviors and just can't sit still or pay attention to things that don't interest them are often put on the line to suffer socially at the hands of their peers.

Dream and Swap being ableist and having no patience in particular is completely fucking ridiculous, because Dream has PTSD and the personality of an actual saint while Swap is often headcanoned to have AuDHD as well. They have quite a few overlapping symptoms and experiences, but if they can't understand Ink's issues, they can still accommodate for them. They can still have boundless patience and support. They wouldn't make Ink feel like a burden because of his symptoms. It's almost like that's something actual friends would do for each other. And legit the one time one of Ink's friends did break off personal ties with him, it was on account of personal beliefs about the quality of life of the people around them, NOT his neurodivergence, which is a perfectly reasonable stance for Dream to have. This doesn't make Ink a bad person either. I doubt Dream would have departed on a note like that anyway.

I despise it the most when his memory issues are the source of contempt on behalf of his friends. I imagine it stresses him out sometimes that he forgets such prevalent information easily and frequently to the point the notes on his scarf aren't always going to work.

Having Dream make targeted fucking sighs whenever that happens isn't going to help, you're just making him look like an asshole when it is part of his very character to avoid that as much as possible, and flipping that same behavior onto Swap isn't ending in any favors either. Ink is supposed to be the resident asshole of their little trio, and most of the time they aren't even intending to be one. It's just one of the viable outcomes that are once again dependent on their symptoms and sometimes the beliefs contradicting with Dream's own. But sometimes Ink is intentionally an asshole, and that's an outcome based purely on circumstance and what they want to do.

In no manner is Ink the perfect disordered character, as there is no such thing, but I think it's an actual problem when people think it's funny to mock neurodivergence and pass him and other characters like him off as "incompetent" or an "embarrassment" to the characters who are supposed to love and value him because he can't do all the things everyone else can and/or because he functions on a different wavelength.

It not only passes the notion that this behavior is acceptable, but that it's expected for other neurodivergent people to be just as "annoying", "incompetent", and "embarrassing" for things they cannot fucking control.

This probably isn't an unpopular opinion, but it disappoints me that attitudes like the one I presented aren't talked about more.

-- Sarco

Anyways, i want you guys to give me your unpopular opinion about Ink (it's for science)

[zoeykallus]

Your writing is so so good! I love how you nail the characterisations! If I may place a request - I feel like having a bit of a laugh - maybe some shenanigans/pranks with either the 501st or the Batch w reader? 🙌 143 ❤️

Aloha! Thanks you so much! :))

Shenanigans? Sounds good to me! But what's '143' about?

Fives / Wrecker / Hardcase x Reader HC's - The Prankster

Fives

He is a professional when it comes to playing pranks. Sometimes you could think that he has nothing else on his mind.

You have a date, and you wait for him at the appointed place. You finally see Fives running down the hallway in your direction. He has a grin on his face, but he seems rushed.

When he reaches you, he grabs your hand and pulls you along with him.

"Are we running from Rex again?" you ask, hurriedly keeping pace with him.

"Yep."

He pulls you into a storage closet and closes the door behind you. He turns to you, still grinning broadly.

"Hello, Mesh'la" he finally says, pressing a heartfelt kiss to your lips.

You return the kiss, but then cross your arms in front of your chest and ask, "What have you done this time?"

Fives starts laughing, trying to be quiet. He may be a prankster sometimes, but he just looks adorable when he's having such a good time.

"I put hair dye in Rex's shampoo. He's walking around with 501st blue hair now."

You can't help but smile at the thought.

"FIVES! WHERE ARE YOU?!"

Rex yells down the hallways, and he sounds anything but happy.

"He sounds really pissed," you say quietly.

Fives suppresses a giggle and says, "I know."

Once the coast is clear, he takes your hand and says, "Come on, I have an idea for a prank to annoy Kix, but I need you to do it."

You pull your hand out of his and say, "Leave me out of this."

"Come on Cyare! It'll be fun! We're a team, aren't we?"

You sigh, "Not when it comes to pissing people off, Fives."

He gives you a pouty look.

"Don't look at me like that"

"Just a prank, completely harmless"

"I don't want to"

"Please, just this once"

You know him, you know it won't stay with this one request, and still you give in.

"Okay, out with it. What are you going to do?"

Fives grins and asks, "Do you know where we can get fake blood?"

Wrecker

He can be a pretty silly prankster. When he shoved your cake in your face on your birthday after you blew out the candles, it was admittedly pretty silly and surprising. But Wrecker never does things like that out of spite, quite the opposite.

Wrecker tends to play tricks on people he likes. So not only do his brothers have to put up with his pranks, but so do you. Sometimes he hides your stuff, wakes you up with a false alarm or hides your underwear just before you want to take a shower.

It can be annoying, but before it gets too serious, he always comes out with the truth.

And most of the time, when you're not the target of his jokes, his goofy nature is really amusing.

One night, Wrecker decides to garnish Crosshair's face with piles of whipped cream. When the sniper gets up the next morning with his pillow and face full of whipped cream, you can't help but burst out laughing, which is hard to get under control again.

You'll probably never forget Crosshair's deadly stare.

"Where's your stupid boyfriend?"

As Crosshair comes closer, your laughter dies. You look around and in your bed is the spray can of whipped cream still adorning the Sniper's face. He sees the can at the same moment you do.

"I swear it wasn't me," you say, startled.

Crosshair snorts, "I know you wouldn't dare. That's why I'm looking for Wrecker."

You shrug your shoulders helplessly.

Mumbling curses, Crosshair goes off to look for his brother.

You swing your legs out of bed, put on your pants and slip into your shoes. Even as you stand up, you almost fall. Wrecker has glued your shoes together.

You sigh softly, "Oh Wrecker."

Hardcase

This guy is always full of energy and naughty ideas. Even Fives is on guard when Hardcase was up ahead of him in the break room or at the coffee machine. Once he switched the sugar with the salt and a bunch of clones salted their own coffee before the whole thing was exposed. Hardcase sat at one of the tables in the cantina, with his sweetened coffee, grinning silently to himself.

Stink bombs, items glued together, equipment gone - "That was probably Hardcase."

However, he's always spared you so far, and you fervently hope that doesn't change, some of his pranks are quite unpleasant after all. But the worst is when Hardcase works on pranks together with Fives, which is why you are quite nervous when the two of them meet you together and both giggle.

Hardcase gives you a kiss and Fives nods at you with a grin.

"What have you guys been up to?" are your first words to the two.

The men grin at each other, then Hardcase tells you, "Wait until you see Dogma."

And you can see immediately what they are talking about. Dogma is stared at by everyone, and you hear laughter here and there. His entire armor is dyed pink and decorated with Hello Tooka stickers.

Dogma comes straight at the three of you, looking angry. You bite your lower lip to keep from laughing.

"You," Dogma spits out, pointing at Hardcase and Fives, "This is your work, am I right?"

Hardcase shrugs and says, "I don't even know what you mean."

Dogma's look gets even angrier.

"You'll pay for that!"

"Why don't you get a spare suit of armor," Fives says, waving it off.

"Can't! None are available right now, a new batch isn't coming until tonight, and we move out in an hour! I can't go into the field like this! What if the general sees me like this?"

Hardcase says with a grin, "Well, he can't miss you in that outfit. But maybe he'll think it's cute."

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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[tineteenieworld3]

Okay I personally don’t love the ‘trope’? Or headcanon maybe? I don’t think it’s either of those things it’s just a thing. Again, this is completely my opinion and every one is entitled to theirs and everyone’s allowed to just have fun and do whatever they want because it’s seriously harmless, I always want to preface by saying that because the way I feel doesn’t mean the way others feel is wrong or anything. It’s just my thought process.

anyways sometimes I don’t love the treatment of Mike in comparison to Will. I don’t really enjoy when all the characters gang up on Mike, sometimes it happens in fics. Which again TOTALLY COOL there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that I still read. I think it’s more of us being so used to saying or hearing that Will deserves better, or that no one understands why Will would pick Mike or it’s always Mike just being less important or an ass while everyone cradles Will and his feelings.

Again, there’s nothing wrong with making stories like that or joking about it or anything this isn’t me saying that people who do that are dumb or ‘don’t know the characters’ because we’re all just here having fun and none of it is serious. Really, I just love talking about Mike and I think we need to do it more often especially since we’re waiting for season 5.

Mike isn’t less important than Will and Will doesn’t ‘deserve better’ or ‘can do better’. We said that so much after vol. 2 that it definitely ingrained itself into our heads and into the fandom which is understandable. But, I’ve said this before, Mike and Will are equals. The thing that makes them so interesting as a pairing is that they handle their problems without, usually, anyone knowing or outside input. They’re very much together in things and the same level, ya know? I’m not saying this great, but Mike isn’t some dick at all and he deserves as much attention and love as any other character.

He gets a lot of weight but on his shoulders and I think that perfectly represents his character. The expectations for him are much higher than the ones for El or Will or Max or really anyone (other than Nancy because people can’t handle a flawed woman) Mike just got lied to for a whole season straight. He messed up on one day throughout the entire season. Then he tried to fix it, he tried with El, he actually did apologize and fix his relationship with Will. That’s what’s confusing to me sometimes, Mike said the monologue and it was a mess, but he also wouldn’t have said shit if Will didn’t literally force him to. He pulled shit out his ass like any other kid in that situation would. And I think that’s what the writing represents is that Mike is saying stuff you’d hear in any cheesy rom com. But again, wouldn’t have happened if Will didn’t push him.

He really didn’t do anything wrong. Other than the first day in California, Mike was just being Mike but in more of a side character kind of way. El lied to him and then it was displayed to us as it being Mike’s fault. Mike gave Will a pretty great apology that I would die to get from anyone I cared about.

Idk maybe it just rubs me the wrong way because it’s kinda sad. Again, this is absolutely no hate to anyone who likes the trope or to write those stories I completely support you and the way you enjoy this fandom. This is just a personal opinion.

Anyways circling back to Will and Mike here. Their relationship is very mature they don’t have other people butting into it and giving their opinions because I think it would piss both of them off. These two have been friends since they were five and I think if Will heard anyone acting like he was a delicate Angel and Mike didn’t deserve him he’d be pissed off. Mike deserves love and respect, a shit ton of respect actually, just like any other character. Idk the character isn’t real so it really doesn’t matter at all and it’s all for fun of course, but Mike is just as important as Will and El. He’s a complete sweetheart that’s just trying his best.

Especially season 4. He acted out of wack and like a dick that one day and then basically never did again. His character is so interesting, but I love him and I personally believe he’s the best Will could ever do because it’s Mike and he’s not some unimportant character that deserves to be constantly under minded and treated like the villian.

Again this is all just my opinion and is absolutely no hate to fic writers who like this kind of story or anything like that at all, everyone can do whatever they want and I will never ever act like it’s dumb or something you shouldn’t do cause it really doesn’t matter and I support the drama it brings lmao. I just love talking about Mike Wheeler and I think since we all have a lot of downtime before season 5 it’ll be a good thing to do because we don’t explore him as much.

[bottoms-movie]

SAMBUCKY FIC RECS

so a lot of people seemed interested this so here it is! if ya’ll like this, i can make more parts! this is split into three categories: based on tfatws, canon divergence, and au. all fics are on ao3. all of the fics are complete. some fics do include smut, but i included the ratings, so make sure to check for that based on preferences!

also, feel free to send me asks on your thoughts on any fics or if you’re interested in another sambucky fic rec post!

BASED ON TFATWS

Fill the Hole in my Heart | Not Rated | 4,848 words

Bucky dives into the world of online dating. The girls are nice, but there seems to be something missing. When he goes to Louisiana to meet Sam and his family, he realizes what that something was.

Skip, Reverse | Explicit | 7,945 words

Sam stood in the middle of their local Target with a throw pillow in each hand. The one in his left hand was butter-soft and matched the drapes in the living room, but Bucky had walked by five seconds ago and declared the one on the right “absolutely fucking hideous,” and so now Sam kind of wanted it more than he had ever wanted anything.

Sometimes romance is just bickering with your superhero partner/roommate at several different Target locations.

just won’t do right | General | 7,524 words

Sam's eyebrows go up, impressed, and he reaches over to squeeze Torres' shoulder, "This is amazing, kid. Thanks, really."

Bucky sits and watches in utter horror as the pink darkens on Torres' cheeks.

Oh, he realizes. Oh. Fuck.

body language will do the trick | Explicit | 12,598 words

“There’s no way you’re going to win this,” Bucky tells Sam. “I am going to love language the shit out of you.”

Sam gives him a considering look. “You do seem like you’d be really good at that.”

Bucky’s cheeks flush with heat. “Thanks, pal, I—”

Sam smirks, and Bucky’s eyes narrow. He shoves his elbow into Sam’s side and stalks off, leaving Sam cackling behind him.

“Your ass looks great today!” Sam yells.

Bucky reaches up to flip Sam the bird, and he definitely does not feel grateful that he wore his good jeans today. Bucky’s ass looks great every day.

checklist | General | 4,716 words

Bucky Barnes keeps a mental checklist of things he knows to be true at any given moment. Sometimes the checklist changes, because he's learned something else about himself. It changes, for example, when he starts realizing that maybe he would like to kiss Sam Wilson. Maybe.

best laid plans | 3 parts | 26,808 words

part 1: baby you’re the wave and I’m ready for the crash | Explicit | 6,616 words

Nah, my plan’s better,” Sam declares, before clapping Bucky on the shoulder.

“I’m sorry, what plan? Was that a plan? It didn’t sound like a plan to me, it sounded like a vague intention,” says Bucky, still scowling, and Sam grins.

“We’re winging it, the plan is a work in progress! Now c’mon, we gotta make some wardrobe adjustments if we’re gonna get into that club.”

Sam and Bucky have some unorthodox methods of going undercover in a club.

He Doesn’t Deserve You! | Teen | 5,154 words

Sam and Bucky have an argument that results in Bucky being left at the bar. A group of drunk strangers assumes Bucky just got dumped and quickly adopt him for the night to make him feel better.

Reconstitution | Not Rated | 10,228 words

“I didn’t back Steve on the Sokovia Accords,” Sam says unprompted one day. They’re so close to apprehending the Flagsmashers and wrapping up this ridiculous saga.

“I don’t follow,” Bucky says.

“I was the one who refused to sign it first. Not Steve.”

Sam says it so softly that Bucky has to strain to hear him. Sam is loud and chatty and half the time he keeps up a constant stream of chatter just to get on Bucky’s nerves, but Bucky’s coming to realize that when he really wants to make himself heard, he’s soft spoken and mild. Bucky doesn’t entirely follow his train of thought, though.

Or: a breaking down, remaking, and coming back stronger than ever before

Stuck On You (You Suez, You Luez) | Explicit | 10,136 words

Sam and Bucky’s mission was simple: stowaway on a ship suspected of weapons-smuggling in the Suez, gather enough intel to report back, and hop off again in Port Said. Something gets in the way, and a day-long recon session turns into a week of chess, bickering, semi-successful movie references, and trying not to go slowly insane.

His Touch | Mature | 1,006 words

When Baron Zemo touched Bucky’s face, Sam Wilson saw red.

Bucky just wants Sam to comfort him.

rusted | Teen | 2,358 words

Bucky doesn’t grace him with a sound of acknowledgement. He’s been quiet, ever since that night with Zemo. Well. Quieter. It’s almost like. Every time he opens his mouth, he’s half-expecting the Winter Soldier to come out.

He hasn’t, yet. Won’t, ever again. Not unbidden. Sam’s sure of that. Bucky, not so much.

‘You busy?’

‘’m scouring the—’

‘Good,’ Sam cuts the idiot off, ‘I need you to help me shave.’

advanced therapy methods for large adult men | 2 parts | 11,717 words

part 1: The Gottman Method for Dealing with Conflict | Mature | 4,187 words

Bucky and Dr. Raynor have a follow-up session and two entirely different conversations about his relationship status.

Or: Let's do more couples therapy, James.

it’s always Bucky’s Fault | 3 parts | 20,089 words

part 1: Did you see it? | Explicit | 3,905 words

In which there's supposedly a viral video of the Winter Soldier on his knees sucking off Captain America.

Everything is, like always, completely Bucky's fault.

CANON DIVERGENCE

Even in the Present (I Am Living in the Past) | Teen | 16,977 words

Sometimes Sam still questions everything about his ability to shoulder the 80-year legacy he now bears. His history, and the history of his loss, sticks with him and even in healing he doubts whether or not he is able to fulfil his purpose, and whether he may find lasting peace and happiness.

Told in fluid-fragments, the story moves between his therapy sessions after his return from active duty and the post-Endgame present.

You never forget your first | Teen | 3,650 words

The story of Bucky and Sam getting together in a series of firsts.

leftovers | Mature | 19,249 words

With the New Avengers up and running, Sam finally has time to start dating again. Unfortunately, it's not going as well as he'd hoped.

Partners | Explicit | 7,235 words

Sam's not sure if he can be Captain America. He's not a supersoldier. He can't throw the shield. He's just a dude.

And Bucky Barnes is just a nuisance, albeit a pretty good-looking one.

I’ll explain everything to the geese | Explicit | 50,949 words

Bucky is so competent that it hurts my feelings is not a rational complaint to have about a person, and yet, after a year of being Captain America and partnering up with Bucky for the new and improved, post-Blip Avengers, that’s kinda how Sam’s feeling.

It’s not great. It maybe leads to Sam making some rash, ill-advised decisions like claiming he has a previously undisclosed superpower, and then getting caught in a web of lies when he ends up actually developing that surprisingly inconvenient superpower. Talking to birds had seemed like a harmless superpower, but it turns out that birds have a lot of opinions, and they don’t hesitate to tell Sam about them, especially when it comes to his supposedly subpar courting skills. Which is ridiculous, because Sam isn’t courting Bucky. Right?

Night Swimming | Teen | 2,056 words

“Come on. The princess has a new arm for you and I gotta see if there’s a barber around here willing to tackle your…” Sam waved a hand at Bucky’s face.

“I don’t want a new arm,” Bucky immediately bit out.

And then -

“I can cut my own damn hair.”

Sam just raised both eyebrows. Crossed his arms over his chest again.

Dared Bucky to prove him wrong.

AU

Cpvert Coffee & Flirtation Specialist | General | 5,542 words

The reporter says "—for Captain America to—"

And Bucky rolls his eyes. "Oh, here we go."

Sam looks at him then tips his head sideways, got a weird grin on his face. "Not a fan?"

"Not that. Just… the guy seems too good to be true, right? Wings and a shield?? Come on."

"Uh, is that why your eyes are like glued to the screen whenever he's on?" Kate says. "Is that why you call him Captain Tight Ass?"

"He's a goddamn show-off, and you know it. Tight ass or not."

Just then Sam snorts, real loud, grabs his coffee and suffers a horribly controlled laugh on his way out the door.

Stolen Moments | Teen | 98,767 words

“No,” Sam said, chuckling. “I don’t cheat,” he swept his gaze up and down James’ body, “even with guys who look like you. But, I’m bored and a little pissed, so if you wanna sit here and shoot the shit ‘til my man shows back up, I’m game.”

Never one to back to back down from a challenge - especially a challenge who looked like Sam Wilson - Bucky took another swig from his bottle and replied, “Sure, doll. I’ve got nothing but time.”

Steve has Sam. Bucky wants Sam. Sam wasn’t expecting any of this.

Such a Whirlwind Since I Saw You | Teen | 10,871 words

The Men of Letters turned Bucky Barnes into a weapon. Hunters Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanov are determined to save him, but they're going to need Sam Wilson's help.

“So you want me to ditch work, drive across America with you until you find your friend, who you thought was dead - all while avoiding some high-tech hunters who are out for blood?” Sam is asking.

Steve shrugs a shoulder, looking a little sheepish. Natasha almost laughs at the dry tone of Sam’s voice, but he's not wrong.

You Got What I Need? | Explicit | 37,588 words

Sam and Bucky are both in a bind, professionally. Nat points out a solution that neither men like. To save their careers they play along or rather, stop playing all together.

[arvinsescape]

Reader being really shy when she goes to tom's place for the first time, too embarrassed to even sit on his bed properly lmao I do that all the time

A/N: I'm super shy too when I first meet people and are getting comfortable around them, I love this idea and thank you for your patience, I hope you enjoy, I changed it a little 💕💕

You couldn't help yourself as you pulled the sleeves of your hoody down, constantly nibbling your lower lip as your nerves started to fill you. This would be the first time in your four month relationship that you'd stopped at Tom's. Something about the idea just made you nervous.

It wasn't that you didn't trust him, you did. He'd stayed at yours loads, but you'd never really been to his. He lived with his best friends and brother and the idea of meeting them all at once made you nervous. You were incredibly shy and you couldn't really explain why, Tom knew you were and was always careful with you, never put you in situations that made you uncomfortable.

So when he'd asked if you wanted to stay at his for the night you couldn't refuse him and you were excited at first, you were excited until you were stood outside his front door.

"Come on." Tom offered a small and reassuring smile whilst holding his hand out for you. You slipped your hand into his and he opened the door.

You were instantly met with Tess, a warmth filling you, you had a huge love for his dog. You'd been on numerous walks with her and Tom and you'd made quite a bond with the Staffie.

"Hey Tess." You said as you greeted her, her excitement evident as she trailed closely behind you and Tom as he took you into the living room.

"Fucking arsehole." Was the first thing you heard one of the boys scream, he was on his game, clearly it wasn't going his way. "Hey mate." He said as he took the headset off and left his game.

"This is Y/N." Tom introduced and Harrison offered you a wide smile.

"Hey, so nice to finally meet the girl Tom doesn't shut up about." Harrison teased and you offered a small and shy smile in response.

"Hi." You said and it was small, quiet, not wanting him to think you were too loud or anything.

"Harrison." He said as he nodded, smile still warm, inviting, wanting nothing more than to put you at ease. "I promise we're all alright here, loud but alright." He laughed and you breathed out a small one in response.

"Harrison! Have you stolen my shirt again?" You heard an angry voice and heavy footsteps as they hurried down the stairs. It wasn't long before the second male joined you in the living room, stopping in the doorway as he realised he had guests.

"This is Y/N." Harrison smirked, thankful for your presence and the fact that because of it he'd probably avoided a telling off about wearing the shirt in question.

"Hi, Harry." He offered, although after a quick glance you gathered, he held some of the same features Tom did and it didn't take you long to realise who he was. "Sorry, I knew you were coming but I thought it was later on."

You gave a small smile in response and another mumbled 'hi'. Tom encouraged you to sit on the couch, although you felt awkward. You sat perched towards the edge, you didn't want anyone to think you were making yourself too comfortable. Tom didn't say anything, didn't draw attention to your shy and awkward ways, instead he encouraged you into his side, his silent way of letting you know it was okay to get comfortable and you were safe in the boys presence.

You silently cursed yourself for being so awkward, you always worried about what people thought of you and didn't want to say or do the wrong thing. The rest of the afternoon went by pretty well, the boys making light conversation and you answered politely but otherwise stayed quiet.

"Where's Tuwaine?" Tom asked when 9pm rolled around and no one had seen him.

"Oh, he's back tomorrow, he's out for the night." Harrison answered and Tom nodded.

"Well we're gonna head upstairs, night." Tom said. "You can meet T tomorrow." Tom smiled and you nodded returning a small smile.

"Night." You said as you left the room and followed Tom upstairs and into his room.

You sat on the edge of the bed after having put your bag neatly in the corner of Tom's room. You could tell he'd cleaned it that morning, the smell of febreeze still prominent and you can only imagine he'd used a full can. His bedroom window open and a light breeze making it's way into his room.

You sat awkwardly on the edge of his bed, feeling completely out of your element. You were always awkward and shy in other people's houses.

"Baby." Tom laughed slightly as he took in your awkward position. His hands grasping around your waist as he hauled you up the bed. "It's just me," he comforted and you sighed.

"I know, but this is your house." You said as Tom positioned you between his legs and placed his chin on your shoulder.

"Y/N/N, you know I just want you to feel comfortable. Relax." He said comfortingly and you took in a deep breath before releasing it.

"I just don't wanna piss you off." You admitted shyly and Tom kissed your cheek as he rubbed a hand up and down your side.

"You won't. I promise, I want you to be comfortable here. Treat it like your own place." He said, you wished you could, you were much more comfortable in your own environment. "We've been together four months, I want you here and I want you to feel comfortable coming here."

"I will, I just, you know me." You laughed slightly and Tom hummed in agreement, soothing you with some comforting words. You both got ready for bed as you nerves settled slightly, Tom doing everything he could to put you at ease. It wasn't long before Tom was in bed and you were sort of stood awkwardly looking at him.

"You getting in?" Tom asked with a smile as he held the duvet open. You made your way into his bed. Tom wasting no time in pulling you into his chest as you settled under the covers. Your nerves almost dissolved as your brain caught up with the fact that it was just you and Tom now.

"I'm sorry I'm so awkward." You laughed after a while.

"It's okay. I promise the boys are harmless, they're gonna love you when they get to know you." Tom said, a hand running through your hair.

"Wait till they find out how chatty I really am." You teased and Tom laughed.

"Yeah, remember when you finally got comfortable around me? Chewed my ear off." He teased as he poked your cheek.

"Sometimes I wish I was as confident as you." You admitted.

"S'okay, I get it, but I promise your safe with me, no judgement here." He said and your heart burst in your chest, the words on the tip of your tongue but no confidence to say them. "Can I tell you something?" Tom asked after a while of silently enjoying each others company.

"Always." You responded as you rested your chin on his chest to look at him. His demeanour suddenly changing, eyes flicking around the room but never landing on you as he cleared his throat a few times. "Hey," you laughed as his eyes snapped to yours. "You're being like me, what's got you so flustered?" You teased with a laugh and he huffed out a small one.

"I um, I'm in love with you." He admitted and your breath hitched. Your mind going into overdrive, how could this confident and out going person fall in love with someone like you? Someone who was awkward about making conversation and having hardly any confidence at all. "You don't have to say it back. I'm sorry, I probably shouldn't have said anything." Tom said as his hand moved to your cheek.

You sat up, looking at him.

"I love you too." You said and he breathed out a sigh of relief as he smiled. "I just, I don't know, I suppose I just don't really get what you see in me." You admitted and Tom's eyes softened as he pulled you back into his chest.

"Good job it's early because I have a lot to tell you about yourself."

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HQ Boys Thinking Their S/O Left Them Pt. 2

Character(s) included: Tsukishima & Ushijima

Warning(s): Cursing

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Tsukishima

So the argument was your fault. The ‘harmless’ joke made its way to be more effective than you imagined. So maybe it wasn’t as funny as you thought to pour water on his head as soon as he got through the door. But it wasn’t your fault for not knowing he was having a tough day already.

“Baby.. please.. kei, I am sorry..” you whispered softly as you followed him in. You could tell he was angry. After all he just wanted to rest and now you just fucked everything up. “Kei.. please.” He turned to you.

“What?” He was drenched and tried to not let his attitude show. He just wanted to take a shower and go to bed.

“I didn’t mean to upset you.. it was just supposed to be a harmless prank..” you muttered softly now avoiding his eyes. They felt like they were burning holes into you.

“Oh wow so funny!” He looked at you. Now making eye contact you can feel the hints of venom in his voice. “It’s so fucking funny. You know sometimes I wonder if I ever did the shit you do to me back to you how would you react? I mean after all it’s just a fucking harmless prank! Do you ever just fucking think for a moment, ‘fuck maybe that’s not a good idea?’ Or no? I mean is you brain so fucking small and your so fucking dumb to the point you don’t have a good thought in there?!” His voice was loud, deep, and annoyed. You could almost see the hatred seeping from each word. You looked to the ground and took his hurtful and harmful words. 

It was your fault after all.

After a moment he looked down at you, getting out everything he needed to say, well almost everything. “It fucking sucks to put up with you sometimes. I hope you know your fucking lucky.” There he went, finally finishing his bitter words. He left slamming the door behind him as he started the shower. The warm tears that you had been holding in now finally making their way out.

After grabbing a jacket, phone, wallet, and keys you leave. Feeling terrible that he had to put up with you. Locking the door as you left you decided to take a walk. It was cold and dark. It was a terrible idea to have, but there wasn’t much more that you could do.

After he finished his shower he got out looking for you. He had sorta realized the weight of his words. He knew he went too far.

After about five minutes he realized you were nowhere in sight. He changed and grabbed his phone. “Pick up..” he muttered, calling you. It was too cold for you to be out, let alone it was too dark.

You looked down at your phone and just ignored the call, scared to be yelled at again. It was freezing, now coming to the realization that you should have brought a bigger jacket. You head to a nearby ramen place to eat.

On his side he is freaking the fuck out. “Fuck fuck..” he muttered softly. He tried calling you again and to his surprise you picked up. “Y/n where are you?” He seems upset.

“Don’t worry about it.. just get some rest okay? Night.” You’re almost about to hang up where he starts talking again. He is frantic and you can tell he is extremely worried.

“Y/n please. It’s dark and cold and I don’t want you getting lost or anything worse please..” he mumbled softly. He is trying not to seem overbearing.

“I’ll be okay. Goodnight.” You hang up. Not to your surprise he calls you about five times as you order something to go for the both of you. After about twenty minutes you start to walk back. It’s pitch black and freezing. You put the bag on your arm and zip up your thin jacket. Now holding onto your phone on flashlight with one hand and with the other the soup trying to keep warm. It takes you another fifteen minutes to arrive and you open the door.

Tsukishima was waiting by the door. It was quite late so you bit your lip and closed the door after. In that time Tsukishima’s arms are already tightly around you. His eyes were red and puffy and it was clear he had been crying.

“I told you to get some rest, Kei..” you whispered softly, unsure why he was up. Kinda glad that the ramen did go to waste though.

“I am sorry.. I’m sorry.. I’m sorry..” he started to cry again holding you tight. You were cold to the touch and to be honest if it weren’t for what he said earlier you would probably be really enjoying this.

“It’s okay.. I got some dinner..” you whisper breaking away from his grasp as you sit at the table him following after. He wiped away the tears sitting in front of you. He felt like shit. As you place the food in front of him he gives a weak thank you, which you just shake your head to and start eating.

After dinner you get up putting your dishes away. Getting ready for bed after. As you finish brushing your teeth and changing. You are met with his long warm arms around you once again. He missed you all day, and didn’t want you to be distant any longer. “I’m sorry y/n..” he whispered softly, tears rolling down his face.

“It’s okay kei.. don’t worry I know you didn’t, it was my fault anyway..” you muttered softly. “I’m sorry baby..” you wipe away his tears. “I didn’t mean to worry you okay..?” He just holds on tighter and shakes his head gently, picking you up. He decides to carry you to the room you two share. As he holds you, you whisper nothing but sweet words of love, trying to comfort him.

When he lays down you gently hold him. He clears his throat ready to apologize more. “Y/n.. I really didn’t mean any of that okay..? I really love you so much and I’m the lucky one. You’re so considerate and shit and you were just trying to play a prank but I had a really shitty day and just didn’t react well.. I’m sorry..” he whispered softly. His head is buried into the crevice between your shoulder and head. It was clear he was upset.

“Baby it’s okay.. don’t worry I know you didn't mean too.. it was my fault.." you whisper softly. His arms tighten around you holding you close. "I should have known it wasn't a good idea and just didn’t do it. Instead I decided to do it and then leave.. making you worried and stuff.. So I'm sorry.." you whispered softly.

He just shakes his head and smiles softly. "Okay.. I love you Y/n," he muttered softly as he closed his eyes. Quite tired from such a stressful day.

"I love you too Kei," you muttered back, staying up until you’re sure he is peacefully asleep. When you are sure, you drift to sleep. You are safe here. You are safe in his arms, being loved by him. This is where you are meant to be, forever.

Ushijima

Practice was shit. He missed almost everything that came his way, and to be honest it was getting to him. He was quite pissed seeing you with some other guy. No matter what or who they were, they weren’t him. That’s all that mattered. You were laughing and smiling with them and he was upset. So of course he would be off his game. Who wouldn’t? You were the person everyone wanted. Ushijima was lucky to be your boyfriend let alone even talk to you.

But the same could be said about Ushijima. He was known everywhere and you got jealous too at times. I mean who wouldn’t when he got gifts every time he entered a match. He barely talked to you then too, because he thought you would be too ‘distracting.’ So in the end you normally would sit in the back and chat with a few people but tried to stay focused. Today was different. It was a practice not a game. So you didn’t mind not paying attention.

Once practice ended you were met with Ushijima’s tall form in front of you. “Oh hey baby,” you smiled getting up. He doesn’t look too happy and gives the guy a stare that makes him almost immediately leave.

“Who’s he?,” he looked down at you again. You’re shorter than him but to be honest he loves it. He loves the fact that he can tease you with kisses or the fact he can pick you up.

“I just met him. He is pretty cool, turns out he was in one of my old classes.” You smile a bit.

“Oh. Okay let’s go.” He muttered softly. Now expecting a kiss on the head before you two leave you wait. It takes a moment before you realize you’re not getting one so you just follow after him.

“How was practice..” you ask when you guys get in the car. It was quiet and you didn’t like that. It was too quiet.

“You would have known if you were watching.” He was brief and quick with his answers. “It went bad.”

You shake your head softly and when you guys get back into the house it’s no better. Now deciding to break the silence once more. “What’s wrong baby..” you look at him. Something’s off. Completely off.

He looks to you maybe for the first time, in what.? Half an hour an hour of being in the same car. Whatever it was it didn’t matter, it was too long.

“I don’t know why you have to come to my practices and just distract me the whole time.” He doesn’t think about what to say before he does.

“What..? I didn’t run up to you like usual and I stayed in the back like you like! What do you mean ‘distract’ you?” You look at him confused.

“Maybe you shouldn’t come then. It seems like everywhere you have to just be in my way. Let alone you just bring people with you.” He looks annoyed and maybe you should just drop it. But you can’t. You did nothing wrong.

“What? I stayed out of your fucking way! I didn’t ask to come. You asked me too! It’s not like I begged you to come and then was up in your face the whole time. Like your so-called fans! They were up in your face the whole fucking time trying to give you gifts and shit! But ya I’m the distracting one!” You looked annoyed. Upset. Pissed off. Whatever you wanna call it.

“Really? Really? We wanna go there now? It’s not like every fucking time we walk the halls together someone doesn’t come up to say hello to you! Or asks if your fucking free, I mean it’s not like your with me or anything.” You can tell he is mad. But it isn’t your fault.

“Yes really! You have fucking people wait by the gates of the school for you. I mean that’s what I get for dating you right? I get a bunch of girls following my boyfriend, I get called a distraction when I come up to you and get called a distraction when I’m away from you. I don’t know what to fucking do at this point!” You can feel yourself tear up. This is fucked up.

“Wow. Of course. All my fucking fault. Mhm just blame it all on me. You know what fuck you, and fuck your high horse.” He slams the shared room’s door closed. You don’t say anything, deciding to just leave. You grab your stuff and close the door. It’s a bit chilly and you’re glad you grabbed a jacket. It wasn’t weird for you two to fight let alone get on each other’s nerves. But when it’s going good, it’s going great.

You leave heading to a friend’s house and stay the night. Unsure how you fucking feel at this point. What the fuck was up with him? You just tried to stay in your fucking lane. It hurts. It fucking hurts to be called a distraction. Maybe he didn’t get that. But you knew he did. He wasn’t that dumb. He wasn’t that fucking dense like everyone else thought. You knew he wasn’t. That was one of his worst insecurities and you knew it.

The next day you were dropped off at school and we’re surprised to see Ushijima waiting. You bit your lips walking right past him. You could see the hurt in his eyes. He had eye bags and his eyes were red and swollen. He seemed like he had been crying, you felt bad. But at the same time you didn’t. You needed him to understand how much you were hurt by his words.

When lunch came around he was waiting at the door of your classroom and you bit your lip. “Do you need something?” You ask. It took him a moment before he shook his head.

“Can we please talk.. I’m sorry..” he muttered softly. He was clearly still upset by yesterday’s fight and so were you.

“Okay. It’s fine I’m sorry too,” you look up now, his big arms were wrapped tightly around you. He sniffled softly as he was already tearing up again.

“I didn’t mean any of that.. you’re not a distraction and I love you so much baby..” he whispered softly. “I was just jealous and shit..” he muttered softly. “I don’t like it when you hang out with others and stuff and I know it’s not fair.. I just get worried you will like them more and just leave..” he whispered softly finally opening up.

“Hey look at me..” you whisper gently, taking your hands and wrapping them around his cheeks. “I won’t do that to you.. I love you so much, okay?” He shakes his head.

“I love you too y/n..” he muttered softly. He was tired and you could tell. Once you reached the cafeteria you sat next to him and he laid his head on your shoulder.

A soft laugh made its way out as you held him. God you love him. Nothing could ever change that. No matter any fight. You loved him and he loved you. That’s all that would ever matter.

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[saphirered]

I’m in love with your writing and binged your entire page one night lol

Could I request a story with Caleb where the M9 find a wounded reader on the run from people who want to use her for her very powerful magical abilities. She doesn’t trust Caleb at first because he’s a wizard and just as she opens up to him and starts to develop feelings discovers he has been studying her powers - thought with no bad intentions. Some good old angsty enemies to lovers type of beat. Preferably with a good ending but do what you wish ;))

Apparently I'm giving you more stuff to binge as this is looking more and more like a several parter 😅. Prepare for loads of angst and conflict and some good hurt/comfort to come but for now, here comes part 1! 😘

Nobody pays attention to a vagrant dressed in rags, looking about a week past their last proper bath begging on the side of the road for money or standing by a shop, mouth watering at the food. Nobody pays attention to what they don’t want to see in their pristine cities. Not unless they want to chase you away because you’re in their way or you’re tarnishing their image. Speaking about image, sometimes some rich folk will take pity upon you, casting a coin your way to make themselves look good and generous in the eyes of others.

That’s exactly what you became when you needed to disappear. You needed to become unseen, unnoticed and a shadow among a crowd. You succeed casting away all remainders of your previous life because in the end, your life is worth more to you than your earthly possessions. Survival above all. You’ll live this way until you can get somewhere where no one will question you, or where you’ll be under the protection of others, far away where your enemies cannot reach you. Maybe Vasselheim is a good place to go? They’re not fond of the arcane magics. Sure you’ll have to give up using some of your own gifts but it’s worth being able to live your life freely.

You’re still a ways away from Vasselheim and you don’t have the funds to get there yet. Even if you make it to a port, stowing away on a ship is fine but you can’t trust them to not throw you overboard or leave you stranded at the nearest island to save provisions. And that’s if they don’t hand you over to any authorities and risk you getting back to square one. You’ll have to wander around Wildemount until you’re able to book passage or find somewhere to lay low, forever on the move. It’s not the worst and you get used to it pretty quickly.

Weren’t you lucky when you saw the recent champions of the Victory Pit were strolling around town flaunting their winnings. You need food. You need warm clothes. And most of all, you could do with some extra change in your pocket. You wouldn’t be stupid enough to steal all of it of course. Just enough to get by and they wouldn’t notice. So you trail them, sticking to the shadows. They don’t seem to notice you.

Then you struck. You got the coin pouch from the ostentatious one. It was child’s play really. He didn’t even notice you lifting the pouch from his belt when you brushed against his shoulder muttering an apology. You were already amidst the crowd when you heard the tiefling exclaim his coin pouch was gone and he put two and two together quickly, the charlatan he is so before you knew it they were on the lookout for someone fitting your description. You had to move quick, buy your necessities and get out of the market. You know just the place to hide out; the Evening Nip. Nobody asks questions there.

Once you found yourself safely sipping on the shitty ale served at the Evening Nip you didn’t expect the colourful group of strangers to stroll in. It was already too late when you spotted them and you had no where to go. Still your quickly gathered up the coin back into the ornate velvet pouch and put it in your own pocket hidden beneath the layers of your clothes putting your hands behind your back as you tried to make a break for the exit. They did not let you pass, a relatively buff looking woman gripping the handle of her sword stepping in front of you while another one, though shorter blocked your escape by interposing her staff.

“No funny business, friend. You have something that belongs to my companion here, and he wants it back.” The half-orc speaks as you grit your teeth. You’d really hoped to avoid this but you weren’t stupid enough to bring out the big artillery… yet… so you lift your hands in surrender and allow them to lead you over to one of the tables taking a seat of your own accord while you’re flanked by the buff woman on one side, the purple tiefling on the other and the rest of them takes up seating of their own around the table keeping an eye on you.

“Now, we can do this the easy way or the hard way…” The half-orc leads as the tiefling next to you holds out his hand brushing his other over your shoulder in a soft push, mimicking what you had done when you pickpocketed him. Are they mocking you? Bastards.

“I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about, friend.” You speak innocently. You know they won’t buy it anyway, their minds already made up, but it gives you just a second more to get a grasp on all of them. You’re already plotting your escape, despite the odds being turned against you. You have to try.

“Oh, I think you do, and we simply want a conversation. You wouldn’t want to tarnish this new friendship now would you?” The tiefling grins as you look at him. You can feel the strings of enchantment pricking into your mind but you know how this works. You’ll just have to play along. You smile, like being faced with an old friend, just as the spell would have you have, letting your defensive mannerism fade.

“You’re quite right. It’s no way to treat new friends. Let’s not get off on the wrong foot.” You glance between all of them and you feel a pair of blue eyes stare into you, right through you. There’s just something about him that doesn’t add up and you’re almost afraid he knows you’re not under the tiefling’s spell after all but you do whatever you can to not show that on your face and play along.

“Should we get some drinks to commemorate new friends?” You suggest about to get up but the woman in blue’s staff moves across the table right onto your shoulder urging you to stay in place. You don’t look fazed and merely amused with this action as if it is a harmless joke and not a threat. The tiefling moves the staff from your shoulder as you turn your attention back to him as he smiles.

“I think that’s an absolutely wonderful idea. Drinks on me.” He stands with you and begins leading you over to the bar. Clive takes the order and begins pouring the ale as requested while the tiefling keeps conversation with you, completely oblivious and detached from his friends. You play along and when you reach to the coin pouch, you pull out the coins owed to the barkeep. The tiefling smiles and you can see from your peripheral the red head notices too. Both confirm you have the coin pouch. So once you pay you reach for your pocket grasping for a short iron rod placing it in your hand, whispering words under your breath as the tiefling talks to the barkeep, your hands begin to move according to the familiar motions and before the redhead can warn his lavender companion, the tiefling is frozen in place unable to move and you’re making a break for the door.

Spells fly left and right and you dodge a few, take the damage from others as the fighters dependant on close range rush for you. A crossbow bolt hits your thigh and a large cat’s claw appears in front of you. You try to dodge it reaching for you but it catches you and holds you in place despite your struggling to get free. They circle you, bind your hands, take back the coin pouch and your own limited belongings from you as you fight back trying to keep them away from you but you’re just alone and they are the many.

You feel helpless and desperate. That’s when you make eye contact with the blue eyed wizard. There’s a look of recognition in his eyes. Not for who you are directly, but the way you’re acting and lashing out, like some caged animal wishing desperately to be free, like a creature on the run, like you’re two sides of the same coin. His eyes reveal to you pain and suffering and pity but you don’t need his pity. You don’t need anyone’s pity.

“Why did you steal that coin?” The wizard asks as you glare at him from your seated position on the ground.

“Why does anybody steal anything? I’m hungry. I’m cold and I’m broke as hell.” You spit none too kindly.

“Then get a job. Make some money. Or at least learn to be a good thief.” The rude woman snorts. You roll your eyes. Typical. You know plenty of people like her, maybe you even used to be like her but not anymore. You grew out of that the hard way. She will too, in time.

“None of you noticed until you went to pay for something.” You grin and the woman is about to lunge for you at your provocation. So easy to piss that one off. Funny, actually.

“I don’t think she can just get a job. Not a regular one anyway.” The wizard observes as he stares into you. “You don’t have anywhere to go, do you?” Your silence, biting your lip says enough. You don’t have anywhere to go. Once you did but that’s gone. Torn away from you.

“How about this? You spent a good deal of my friend’s coin but we’ll give you the opportunity to make it back as a repayment. Stick around for a little bit and go our separate ways when the debt is repaid?” There’s some protests but the half-orc quiets them down when the wizard speaks up in your favour. He doesn’t trust you, not after the stunts you just pulled, especially not when the look on your face mirrors his own so closely but perhaps it’s something within him that calls to him to make right a wrong, or prevent another soul to be lost to the troubles he’s faced.

With these idiots bound to make a scene they’ll call attention to themselves and by default that means away from you. This might work in your favour. They’re adventurers and given that they seem somewhat familiar with the Evening Nip, you can only assume they’re not exactly always on the right side of the law. You’re not judging but that gives you some safety and assurance should things go south or you need a quick way out. And if things really do turn in your favour, they’ll be your cover to places and funds to get you far far away from this hell hole.

“Looks like you got yourselves a new companion then, friends.” You don’t smile, only displaying an expression so neutral that makes the wizard think for a second he might have made a mistake but for now you have mutual interests and if there’s anything he can count on, it’s the reliability of a common goal, and a lot to lose should you get outed.

So next you know, you’re somewhat absorbed into their little group, learning their names and where they’re from, chatting happily but you can’t help but notice that yours and Caleb’s stories are similar in some ways, mostly the lack of detail. You’ve been raised within the Empire, but found yourself on a less fortunate path fending for yourself. The only difference between you and him is that he found Nott on his path while you had remained alone. The group didn’t seem to mind your lack of details, going with the excuse you’re not about to bare your life story to the people you only just met and you’re lucky. You hadn’t told anyone what happened since you’ve been on the run and you don’t plan on doing so anytime soon, especially not to people who haven’t earned your trust yet.

Of course you’ve been roomed with Caleb and Nott, finding yourself in one of the most expensive inns in the city, paid for by the group. Unlike Nott, who goes through your stuff when she thinks you’re not looking, Caleb is the perfect roommate. He doesn’t cross any boundaries, ask too many questions or has any annoying habits. He just reclines on his bed, going through his spellbook, transcribing new spells to add to his own collection. Every time he does you get extremely uneasy and snappy and do whatever you can to not be in the same space as the wizard. It doesn’t do your roommate relationship any good and may leave you at odds at times. Caleb may not understand why but it’s not his place to ask questions, nor does he think you’ll actually answer them. Instead you make up excuses, helping Beau with training, letting Jester braid your hair, keeping Fjord company while Molly claims their room for one of his escapades, getting some booze for Nott, or when Yasha is there, watch the storms with the woman, anything to get you out of that shared room with the wizard.

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Rain hits the window of your room in the Pillow Trove as the redheaded wizard strolls in throwing his backpack on his bed and sitting down with a deep sigh. You look up over the edge of the book you’re reading seeing the wizard soaked through the bone wringing out his hair best he can. With a wave of your hand and words uttered under your breath you grin as the water evaporates from Caleb’s form, leaving his hair slightly more curly and frizzy, and his clothes warm and comfy. He gives you a look as you continue reading as if you’re completely unaware of anything going on in the room, completely absorbed into your book. Ignoring Caleb.

“I didn’t take you for the type that reads smutty romance novels.” He comments and gestures towards Courting of the Crick. You finally look at Caleb as if he only just gained your attention, as if you’re only just aware of his presence in the room. Both of you know better but this is how it is.

“You wouldn’t. But according to Jester you enjoy them very much.” You grin, having gotten to hear all about their little trip to the Chastity’s Nook. Caleb gives you a disapproving look as he begins to unpack his things, taking out the fresh ink and paper, setting out his spellbook and you mark your page, putting the book on your side table as you quickly get up and go for the door.

“Where are you off to all of the sudden?” Caleb asks as you grit your teeth. Can he not just leave you alone? Does he really trust you so little you’re not allowed to leave of your own accord?

“I’m going to see Jester and Beau in their room. Now I will bid you good day unless you think I need an escort for the room two doors down.” You snap. Okay, that may have been unnecessary. You could have at least been neutral. Too late for that now. Caleb waves his and as if dismissing you. Act like a child, get treated like a child. So you leave the room letting the door fall closed a little harder than you normally would in protest and make your way over towards Beau and Jester’s room.

Jester, happily lets you in and while Beau has definitely warmed up to you, things are still rocky. She wouldn’t go as far as calling you a friend, but more that one neighbourhood kid her parents tried to get her to play with despite the two of you never really having been friends at all. At least you can bond over your slightly criminal tendencies. It’s Jester who’s completely accepted you as one of her own, questioning you about anything and everything, preaching to you about the Traveler, gushing about her romance novels, specifically Oskar, which you’re pretty sure is actually reflecting her major crush on Fjord but let the girl dream. Who knows what will come of it?

[anabsolutetrainwreck]

got my devotion || h. styles

sequel to ‘i can hate you sometimes’

warnings: mentions of sex & alcohol

word count: 2k

summary: you and harry work through your first argument as a couple...

part one.

“So, are we meant to believe that all of a sudden you don’t despise each other?” Sarah asked, her eyes flicking between Harry and yourself.

Harry shrugged, “Despise is a strong word.”

Sarah sent him a bored look, “Don’t act like you haven’t moaned about Y/N before.”

Suddenly, Mitch said, “Maybe it was more of a ‘I like you so I’ll pretend I hate you’?”

You looked between the three of them, shifting uncomfortably. Harry’s hand was resting on your lower back as the two of you sat opposite Sarah and Mitch. The night Harry and yourself had shared a few weeks ago was nothing but beautiful. And, for the most part, all of your friends had been supportive at the news of you and Harry’s sudden shift in relationship. Most people felt the same way about the pair of you: they secretly like each other. It had been somewhat of a running joke within the group that you and Harry were secretly in love. But it’s not like anybody ever expected to end up here: being presented with the news that you and Harry were somewhat of a ‘thing’. “Exactly,” Harry nodded, pointing at Mitch in agreement.

Sarah sent a cautious look towards the two of you. She sighed, as if giving in, “I mean, I am happy for the two of you. I just don’t understand how it all seemed to switch so suddenly? Like, why now? After so long you finally decide to act on however you felt before.”

The four of you were sitting at a restaurant in central London. It was fancy, fancier than anything you’d known growing up. But as soon as you’d become involved with Harry’s circle of friends (having met Sarah on a night out) it became somewhat of the norm for you. You’d worked hard not to let it get to your head, still enjoying the simplicities life had to offer. One of which, which you were sure you were truly witnessing for the first time, was love. Sure, you’d been in love before. There was the ‘first love’ with a boy named Ben, who you were sure you were in love with. It had lasted half a year maybe, but you were sure you’d felt heartbreak when it had ended. Then there was Ethan, which had been enjoyable while it lasted, but you both knew it was never anything long term. But that had been love, a love that wasn’t too hard to get over, but love nonetheless. You even still spoke to Ethan occasionally. Then, of course, there was all the minor ones in between, which hadn’t developed into anything more than dinner and sex. But this - what you had with Harry - you were sure was on the route to something wonderful. Some, perfect blossoming love. That, if it wasn't meant to last a lifetime, would certainly break, not just your heart, but you as a whole in the process. “I don’t know,” Harry shrugged. “But it just felt right the other night.”

Sarah looked to you. You had been terribly quiet during dinner. It was unusual, Sarah thought, you were often bubbly and eager to bounce off everyone during most conversations. In fact, she was sure Mitch had said more than you had. She was waiting for you to say something, but she was only met with: “What do you want me to say?” you sighed. 

“Just explain it to me, Y/N,” replied Sarah. “I’ve been subjected to four years of your rants about how much he irritates you. And now you’re acting as if none of it’s ever happened.”

“Look, I don’t know, okay? It just happened, and in the moment it felt right.”

“But it doesn’t now?” she said quickly. And it was then you realised she was just worried about you. Both of you. Your face softened and Harry’s tight grip on your thigh loosened. It was clear you were both just scared she wouldn’t accept whatever was going on between the two of you. But no, she just wanted the best for the both of you. You shook your head, “No, Sarah, it feels great.”

“Okay...” she trailed off; she was accepting that maybe, just maybe, you were both happy with each other. “Then I’m happy for you.”

Her frown moulded into her wonderful smile as she took a sip of her drink. And then the food arrived and all of the uneasy tension slipped into cheery chit chat.

Gradually, the more nights out you and Harry spent together as a couple amongst your friends, the more natural it began to feel. The very first one left you feeling terribly out of place. Sitting beside Harry, his arm hung over the back of your chair, the tips of his fingers lightly tracing little patterns on your arm, was a foreign feeling to you. But it was one you treasured. You got to laugh at his jokes openly now and send adoring looks his way. 

For a moment, it felt like you were flying so high there was no way you could come back down. 

But then the first argument came. It came two months into the little ideal world you and Harry had built for yourselves. It had spiralled from something completely harmless. Something that shouldn’t have sparked an argument in the first place. And all of a sudden, you felt as if everything the pair of you had built up came crashing down around you. And, being frank, it was terrifying. You’d been nothing but happy for two months with Harry by your side. You feared that he’d relapse and put up his cold front with you again. What if, after all that had happened, you fell back into despising one another? 

He’d been round at your house, the two of you spending the evening cuddled up together. Benny had been asleep in front of the fire, twitching occasionally. Usually, cooking together (a glass of wine or two in your system) was the highlight of your week, but neither of you felt like it that particular evening. A pizza between the two of you. That was all it was meant to be, and yet it evolved into something so much more. You told him you’d pay for it - it was only a little less than £20 anyway. He told you’d he do it. But as you explained that he always paid for meals, he interjected saying something about him being the one that ‘makes the money anyway’. You scoffed, that had pissed you off. And in hindsight, you knew he didn’t mean that in a malicious way. Yes, he definitely made more money than you, but that didn’t mean you didn’t make any. You could most certainly pay £20 for a pizza. 

From there, it had spiralled into a full-blown argument. You told him exactly so: that you made enough to support yourself and he should just let you buy the pizza. Looking back, you felt rather foolish for getting so worked up over a takeaway. But it was more the things Harry said; you could see the egotistical boy seeping through his tone. To cut the gruesome details, it resulted in Harry storming out of your house. He slammed the door shut behind him, waking Benny up with a harsh jolt. 

You felt worse after this argument than any of the ones you’d had with Ben or Ethan. But then you’d never felt this strongly for someone before. A bigger argument with any of the others couldn’t have hurt you more than a minor one with Harry did. You were hopelessly devout to him. 

For the next few days, he didn’t say a thing, nor did you. Not to each other at least. You went out for drinks with Sarah, Charlotte and Ny. It beat drinking alone in your home with Benny, who, at the end of the day, wasn’t a great conversationalist. The three women sent apologetic smiles to you as you ranted about how much he frustrated you. And, as you were groaning about him, you began to realise that none of what you were saying was true. He didn’t frustrate you to no end, not even close. Every couple went through their rough patches - their ‘stormy days’ as Charlotte liked to put it. “Couples all have their stormy days, but remember Y/N, the sun is always going to come back out again,” she’d said. 

The four of you had burst into a fit of stifled giggles, realising you’d all had one too many gin and tonics. But Charlotte’s little metaphor was actually quite useful, and in your tipsy state you had the sudden urge to apologise to Harry. He was ready to apologise too, but you were both perhaps the most stubborn out of your friendship circle. So it was a case of who was going to give in first. But, surprisingly, it was Harry.

You were lying in bed, nursing the ghost of a hangover that was pounding at your forehead from the night prior with the girls. Cuddled into your crisp sheets, you desperately needed some sort of medication, whatever you could find in your bathroom, and a glass of cold water. The sound of a knock at the door was enough of an excuse enough for you to drag your stiff body from bed. Benny followed you as you trudged downstairs. You swung open the door and Harry was stood there sheepishly. Sighing, you opened the door further to allow the man into your home.

You didn’t say a word; you didn’t want to let on how relieved you were to see him. He followed you through to the kitchen as you poured yourself a glass of water. Taking a sip of the cooling liquid, you turned to look at him. “I’m sorry,” he said softly. 

It felt so nice to hear his voice in such a gentle way after the last time you’d heard it. Because he was a generally quiet and calm man, it was such a shock to your system to hear him shouting at you. “It’s okay,” you grumbled. 

“It doesn’t sound like it is,” he sighed.

“No, Harry, seriously I’m not angry at you anymore. I’m just a bit hungover, is all,” you informed him, trying to sound as polite as possible.

“Did you go out last night?” he asked, his face softening

“Yeah,” you shrugged. “Just with Charlotte, Ny and Sarah.”

“Do you want me to go get you some aspirin or something? I can just run down to the shop, if you want. I’ll be like five minutes,” he said, getting ready to leave before he’d even given you the chance to say anything. 

“It’s okay. There’s some in the bathroom.”

And before you knew it, he was back with the half-empty box of aspirin. After taking a couple, Harry began talking again, “I really am sorry about the other night. It’s just… I’m so desperate to spoil you. Paying whenever we buy food feels like the least I can do.”

“Honestly, it’s okay,” you smiled. “I was just worried you hated me again.”

He placed his hand on your cheek and you couldn’t help but laugh, “What’s funny?”

“I’m having a moment of deja vu,” you chuckled. 

He smiled cheekily, “Yeah? Well, there’s a couple of other things we could do that might give you deja vu.”

You snorted, “That’s the least enticing line I’ve ever heard.”

“Oh, give me a break, I’m trying. Did you seriously think I hated you?”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged. “I was just paranoid. I really enjoyed what was happening between us and I was just afraid it was ending.”

“I wouldn’t want it to end, love. I’m completely devoted to you.”

[aggressive-positivity-network]

Tf2 headcanons? Aw yeah! So let's say a new merc joins the team. They're a total asshole: Cocky, sarcastic, overconfident, refuse help. But both Spy and Scout see right through that, it's a defense mechanism. How do they go about making this person comfortable enough to not be an asshole?

*chanting* HURT COMFORT HURT COMFORT HURT COMFORT HURT COMFORT HURT COMFORT HURT COMF

Okay, jokes aside, this is one of my favorite tropes. Maybe I’m too naïve to believe that some people are just mean to be mean, or maybe it’s a sort of comfort to know that even the worst people can be understood, but either way, WOOOOOOOOO!

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An Ass For An Ass

Headcanons

Scout:

To be honest, Scout’s threshold for asshole-ery is pretty high. Growing up with eight brothers will do that to you.

But when the new recruit came around, something immediately rubbed him the wrong way.

Recruit always stole his thunder with the crass jokes and over-the-top displays. Every battle turned into a competition, which messed with Scout’s system of fighting. He never had to focus much on his own team before, and now he had to worry about keeping his own reputation upheld while trying not to get stabbed, shot, or blown up.

Recruit also kept hitting on Miss Pauling - even after reminding them again and again that she was lesbian, and was not and never will be into dudes.

“Come on…you just haven’t been with a real man yet…”

“No, no, I’ve been with a lot of men. Real men. I just wasn’t into any of them. After a while, it was kind of obvious.”

But what really pissed a lot of people off was Recruit’s fighting style.

They were an absolute monster on the field - that’s why they were chosen - but every interaction was treated as some sort of survival scenario.

One would think that would be a good thing, but Recruit was ridiculous.

No matter what the situation was, he was fine, he was okay, he could take it, he could fix it.

He could be killed only inches away from a Medic because he would never yell for one. Sometimes Recruit would even show visible anger at being healed. It got to the point where Medic didn’t heal him at all, and just allowed him to die as to not waste time he could give too more grateful patients.

Missions were even worse.

He followed orders to a T, but Pauling had to beg him to leave a failed mission, or to leave without completely destroying the site.

Everyone just took it as Recruit showing off, or having something to prove as a rookie.

It was annoying, but ultimately harmless in most circumstances.

However, it all came to a head when Recruit tried disengage a sentry by himself and was severely injured.

Both Engineer and Medic, who had had to fix most of Recruit’s past and current recklessness, ripped him a new one, one chewing out after the other.

“What we’re you thinkin’, son?! One crossed wire and you woulda blown the whole base!”

“Zhe only reason you are allowed in my lab at all is because it’s in my contract. Personally, I vould have rather left nature to it…”

Since then, Recruit did exactly as he was told, and nothing else. And most of the team liked it that way.

But Scout recognized some warning signs immediately. Fatigue, near silence except for missions, self-isolation, snapping when people got too close…it all paved the way for a pretty nasty (and, for Scout, very familiar) result.

One night, Recruit was sitting on the balcony, and Scout came out with two bottles - a beer for Recruit and a root beer for himself.

(Scout can only drink on the weekends because one, unlike most, he can’t go to work hung over because his job requires a lot of movement, and two, he has no restraint and can’t stop once he starts.)

“What do you want?”

Scout shrugged. “Depends.”

“On what?!”

“What are ya willin’ to tell me?”

Recruit just looked at the beer and sneered.

“Can’t we just skip this?” Scout said. “Maybe get to the part where you tell me what kinda Sally Sob Story we’re dealin’ with here?”

Recruit looked away.

“Aw, c’mon, don’t tell me you don’t got one. ‘Cause you do. I can see it a mile away. So what happened? Pop leave? Somebody died? Lotta brothers and sisters? Ma had a few too many and smacked ya around?”

Recruit didn’t turn around, but Scout could tell he was crying. He had hit a sore spot. Hard.

“Hey, pal, listen…”

Scout trailed off, then slowly began again.

“…the only reason I know is ‘cause I’ve been through it, ‘kay? Outta everybody I knew, I only trusted me. And that was great when I did a good job, ‘cause I knew I put me there.”

Scout opened his bottle of root beer and took a long swig.

“But when I screwed somethin’ up, it’s like everybody I ever knew just let me down. The one thing I could count on was gone.”

Recruit looked at Scout with tears in his eyes.

“But ya can’t do everything by yourself,” Scout continued. “Believe me. I learned that the hard way.”

Scout laughed, but it was mostly to clear the air. He didn’t get serious very often.

Recruit hadn’t touched his beer, but was leaned over the balcony with his head in his hands.

Scout sighed and looked up at the stars.

“But here’s somethin’ that nobody told me - it gets easier, y’know that? You just gotta relax and cut yourself some slack.”

Recruit shifted uncomfortably. “But the Administrator said…”

“Yeah yeah yeah, I know what she said. Gave ya that whole speech about how bein’ part of the team means discipline and focus and whatever. It’s all bull crap. She don’t know the first thing about bein’ on the field. If she did, why’d she hire us?”

“Sh-she said my perseverance was an asset to the team.”

“Perseverance, my ass. You know what would be an asset to the team? Stayin’ alive for more than fifteen minutes!”

Recruit looked at his feet. He had blinked away his tears, but he still looked on the verge of falling apart.

Scout put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed it a little.

“You’re a great fighter, Recruit. You’re one of the best…that’s why you’re here. You got nothin’ to prove to nobody. Not to me, not to the team, not to the Administrator…not even to yourself. You’ve made it, kid. You’ve made it.”

Scout slid his hand off Recruit and started to walk away.

“Hey.”

Scout turned to see Recruit in the process of opening his beer.

“Thanks.”

Scout smiled. “No problem, pal. Plenty more under Demo’s mattress.”

“No, I mean…for that. I needed that tonight.”

“Oh…yeah! Sure. Don’t worry about it.”

Scout went back inside and to his room - but not before checking the cameras on the balcony a few times. Just in case.

Over the next few months, Scout kept helping Recruit break some old bad habits.

Recruit learned to take criticism without getting angry, to leave tanked missions, and to take care of himself.

He still occasionally flirted with Miss Pauling, but it was now more of an inside joke than anything.

Recruit still isn’t perfect - he still cringes a little when he’s healed, and falls back into survival mode when times are stressful - but he is now a much happier, much healthier person.

Spy:

Spy’s asshole wasn’t a merc, per se.

They were more of an informant, usually giving out important facts about locations, missions, and a target’s history.

Sometimes they would even use the Administrator’s PA system to announce new rules and reminders.

This would be perfectly fine - after all, you get kind of tired of hearing the Administrator all the time - except for the fact that Informant was the most sarcastic, most nasally, most apathetic, most matter-of-fact person on earth.

Even outside of a work setting, which was rare because they stayed in their office most of the time, Informant would go out of their way to be as condescending as possible.

Especially to whoever they considered to be in the “less intelligent” category: Heavy, Pyro, Scout, Demo, and Soldier.

To all the “others,” he turned every briefing into a contest to see who knew more at any given time…which, of course, usually meant he won.

“Now, does anyone know where his address is? Come on, any takers? Yeah, I thought so.”

Unlike Recruit, which would only warrant a few grumbles here and there from the team, Informant was the subject of a lot of hissed complaints and terrible rants from even the calmest of members.

Informant was the only one who could get under Heavy’s skin - a personal pet peeve of his was being considered less intelligent or less of a human being because English wasn’t his first language, which Informant chose to remind him of constantly.

It began with a few simple jabs at his grammar or word structure, but once Informant figured out that Heavy wouldn’t hurt a fly outside of battle, the taunts grew more and more daring.

Heavy would usually ignore Informant, which would only exacerbate their need to be noticed. This led to some pretty nasty interactions - from spouting the statistics of Russia’s average intelligence to even saying Heavy was a disgrace to his country by being a literature major.

“How’s that Russian literature major treating you? You know - in America.”

Sniper and Medic had tried to set Informant straight, but Heavy refused to accept any help. This was something that was his to bear, and his alone. He knew that they both took their own helping of harassment.

But one day, Informant went a little to far.

He did the one thing you should never do: insult Heavy’s family.

“You mother and sisters can’t do anything more than wait for you. No wonder you’re the only source of income.”

Before he knew it, Informant was against a wall, struggling to breathe, blood running into his eyes.

Heavy walked away after the incident, and told Medic about it, but he refused to heal him. Informant had called Medic a Nazi on more than one occasion.

This, finally, is where Spy comes in.

Spy was walking by Informant’s office, when he heard a strange sound - barely suppressed hiccups and sobs.

Despite his aversion to displays of emotion, the promise of seeing one of his greatest enemies as their lowest was too amusing to resist.

He knocked lightly on the door, then slowly opened it - always the master of drama.

Informant was under their desk, bloodied and bruised, sobbing into their knees.

Spy entered noiselessly, sitting in Informant’s office chair and lighting a cigarette.

It was only when Spy made a dramatic exhale of the smoke that Informant looked up, tears streaking their face.

They stared at each other for a moment, and then Spy finally spoke.

“Oh, how the mighty fall. Flown too close to the sun, have we?”

Informant couldn���t do much more than snivel and retreat farther below the desk.

“Who did it?” Spy asked. “I want to give them my regards…and maybe a bottle of wine.”

“H-Heavy…”

“Oh? Well, if anyone can bring him to blows, it’s you.”

Spy put his feet on the desk and continued to blow smoke out of his nose, thinking.

“It’s strange,” he said. “Most offices have at least a few pictures of family. A trip to the beach, perhaps the zoo…?”

He took a quick glance around.

“No children. No army mates. No graduation photos or a large catch at a local lake. The only personal item you have is this…”

Spy picked up a Rubik’s Cube. The plastic still around it crinkled.

“Unused.”

Informant looked at the floor.

“I like to keep my personal and professional life separate.”

Spy pursed his lips and squinted.

“How noble of you. But I don’t think that’s the case. You know what I think, Informant?”

Spy took his feet of the desk and bent down, looking Informant in the eyes.

“I don’t think you have a life.”

Informant’s eyes went wide for a moment, then his face immediately crumpled. Bullseye.

Spy smirked and got up from the chair, starting to leave.

Informant’s sniffling turned into sobbing, and before Spy could put his hand on the doorknob, muffled wailing filled the office.

Spy closed his eyes and clenched his teeth. He was trying not to remember something. But the imagery was too strong.

He remembered hiding under a table, like Informant was. People screaming and cursing at each other in French. His knees all scarred and his nose runny from a cold that should have resolved weeks ago. Waltz music coming from next door, trying to drown out the fighting. Glass breaking. Biting his knuckles so he wouldn’t whimper or cry.

Spy’s hand closed into fist. He took a deep breath, and turned to face Informant again.

“But to be fair…”

He walked towards the desk, putting his hand in his suit pocket. He got on his knees and pulled out a pink handkerchief.

“…I don’t have one either.”

He offered the handkerchief to Informant, who put it to his face, still staring at Spy through red eyes.

The pair were silent for a moment, with Spy putting out his cigarette and lighting a new one while Informant cleaned themselves up.

“But the difference between you and I,” Spy said, his voice wavering a bit, “is that I am a Spy. If my information got into the wrong hands, it could be the end of me and my team.”

He tapped his cigarette on a nearby trash can, letting the ashes fall into it.

“But what are you hiding from?”

Informant took a shaky inhale, the handkerchief still covering his nose and mouth.

“W-what?”

“Why do you feel the need to be, as Scout puts it, a tier five jerkazoid?”

Informant sniffled. “I…I didn’t think I took it that far.”

“Took what that far?”

“I just…snrk…I thought that’s what I had to do to get them to take me seriously.”

Informant laughed, but their heart wasn’t in it.

“I’m five foot four with red hair and freckles. I look more like someone’s Andy doll than a contract killer. I thought maybe if I knew everything…I’d be worth it.”

They shrugged.

“At best, they’d be impressed. At worst, they would never get close enough to me to know the truth: the only reason why I’m here is because I can rattle off a few names and that I had good grades in school because I had nothing better to do.”

Spy’s chest ached. He didn’t know why, but it was a strange feeling to him.

“Mon ami…”

He cleared his throat.

“If half of the team is any indication, you don’t need to be Nikola Tesla to be hired. Hell, the fact you can read is an anomaly in itself. But there is something you must understand…”

Spy cleared his throat again. His voice had gotten quite unstable all of a sudden.

“Intelligence is measured in different ways. Scout could never read even the simplest of children’s books, but his physical intelligence - reflexes, spatial awareness, aim - is phenomenal. Medic would have to put my spine back together if I even attempted to do what he does on the field.”

Informant snickered at the joke, or perhaps the image it conjured.

“And me,” Spy continued. “I can speak almost any language, adjust to any social setting, charm anyone, fool anyone…kill anyone. Just like you, I can remember, and I use the information I absorb mostly to show how superior I am to all my lowly colleagues.”

Spy furrowed his brow and looked away.

“But I know less about myself than even my enemies. I have hidden it so deep within my mind that I can hardly remember…or perhaps would rather not remember…who I was before this mask of mine.”

Informant hesitated. “I…I’m sorry, Spy.”

Spy sneered and puffed a few smoke rings.

“I don’t want your sympathy. I want you to have some self-respect - and respect for my teammates. Because next time you are beaten within an inch of your life, you might catch me in a less generous mood.”

With that, Spy got up, reached into his suit pocket and presented a small MediKit, which he tossed to Informant.

“I’d suggest freshening up before going to any more briefings.”

Informant nodded, and set to work healing himself.

Spy started to leave, then stuck his head back in.

“And hang a few posters, would you? Your office looks like a prison cell.”

Finally, the Frenchman took his leave, adjusting his suit and nodding solemnly to the team members he happened to pass - or scowling at them, depending.

He glanced over the security feed, and once he was satisfied, made his way to his smoking room.

Spy closed the heavy oak door, poured himself a small glass of scotch, and sat down in his chair next to the fireplace.

He put a magazine on his knee and began to flip through the pages, but his gaze soon started to wander.

He closed the magazine, tossed it into the fire, leaned into his hand, and wept.

…So what became of Informant?

Well, after a reluctant heal from Medic and a few well-deserved apologies, Informant began to try and break the cycle of self-sabotage.

The process took a lot longer than Recruit’s did - especially since Informant’s transgressions were a lot more egregious - but, little by little, they began to heal.

A lot of the time, the other mercs would have to tell them to tone it down a bit, or to cut him off completely if necessary.

Informant still almost has a panic attack if he doesn’t have the right papers, and his office is still pretty bare, but he took Spy’s advice - a few AC/DC posters hang on the leftmost wall.

As for Spy, well…he needs to have a talk with Medic.

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I am so sorry…this is all so messy and weird. One is so much longer than the other, and I’m not even sure half the dialogue sounds right.

The two headcanons were just typed out at different times, the first where I had less motivation and the second when I had more motivation. This wasn’t on purpose, it just happened.

I hope you still like it, though!