#and he's also usually right unless he's talking about himself but many of us don't fully understand ourselves that's just how it goes

[lookninjas]

So I’m going to take a shower, feed my cat, pour myself a glass of wine and see if I can write this Sandman meta about living in dreams tonight, but before I do that, consider:

For all John Burgess called Dream a liar and the King of Lies, and etc. etc., the fact of the matter remains that Morpheus is a) compulsively honest and b) almost entirely unfamiliar with the concept of tact.  And that’s what gets him in trouble like at least 74.6% of the time. 

#the sandman #dream of the endless #like he's very honest about everything constantly all the time #and he's also usually right unless he's talking about himself but many of us don't fully understand ourselves that's just how it goes #but tact son #tact #someone needs to teach you about tact

[fortheloveofkonig]

Hello, hope you're having a good day/night

I was wondering if I could request the 141 x Male reader, they know alot of medical like they use their knowledge of the human body against anyone whom threatens them (or people the care about). They aren't a medic are doctor parday but have extensive knowledge of the field that helps the team. Seem cold uncaring and ruthless but if anyone of them is injured its like a total switch of 'mom bear mode' checking them over the gentle hands and worry.

(Kinda of trope of don't mess with the doctor lol)

Summary: TF 141 reacts to Reader who knows a frightening amount of medical knowledge.

Note: I'm going to do this as more of a headcanons type of post ^^ hope this is good enough! ^^ I did 95% of this all in the last 2 hours

Content: Medical speak, Injuries, Slight Torture, Slightly Bad Medical Research, But I Did Research. Roach Talks.

Word Count: 1085

TF 141 x Knowledgeable in Medic Field M! Reader

Ghost

Probably first heard about your knowledge from Soap talking to him about how terrifying it is to see it come into play

Doesn't believe him.

You've always been good at what you do but have never shown any previous knowledge or interest in the medical field so, who can blame him?

There was also no way you could've went to medical school unless you were years above your usual education range

He finally sees it come into play when you two were 'interrogating' someone.

"If you're gonna stab, don't do it right there. Price said he needs to stay alive."

Ghost looks at you, annoyed. "I've stabbed many people and seen many people survive stab wounds of surrounding areas."

"In lower places of the abdomen and with quicker medical care, if you do it there" You point to where he had the knife, pointed at the tied up man's skin. "It could puncture an intestine and we will be fucked. If you want to stab, move the knife below the belly button...about right... right there. Do not remove the knife once it pierces through."

He did as you said, with questions, but still followed your lead.

From then on he watched everything you did, even noticing that you took care of some of the rookies that ended up with minor cuts and damage that wasn't enough to bother the medics with.

Needless to say, he also ended up coming to you for some patch ups, mostly when he wanted to keep his new damage a secret from Price.

He ended up finding it kind of hot during the interrogation thing so he often asked to do things like that with you again.

Soap

Honestly, probably figured out about your medical knowledge after he was being a dumbass with explosives and almost got hurt.

"Go change into some shorts and a tank top." Your voice was in a serious tone as you went to grab a nearby first aid kit.

"Already wanting to see me strip?"

You just glared at him until he actually left and did what was told.

Despite having only a few scratches, you still cleaned them up as best as you could.

You also went on a rant about it too, about how dumb he was

"Do you realize how dumb you are? What if you actually made a big explosion and a piece of shrapnel flew and hit one of the carotid arteries in your neck?

"My What?"

"Do you realize how fast you would've died? Why weren't you wearing any protective gear?"

"I'm pretty bad at forgetting protection."

If looks could kill, he'd be dead.

That was not the last time you had to clean his wounds, he seems to be a magnet for them.

Asks you more about medical stuff, just to get an idea on how much you know.

You know a lot.

Unsure at this point if he hurts himself in new ways just to hear you yell at him for what dumb way he could've gotten himself killed this time.

Gaz

He falls out of helicopters a lot, that's the truth. What's one more time?

This time (and somehow not the last?) he ended up hurting his foot, you were there the whole time when it happened.

When the both of you were both safe in the safety of a van, you got him to put his leg up so you could check it.

"This is stupid" He mutters, "It's nothing more than it has been in the past."

"Shush, let me concentrate" You mutter feeling around his bootless ankle, nodding your head when you hear him hiss at a pointed touch.

"Any pain when you walk on it?"

"Possibly....yes."

"I'm gonna say it's a sprain for now but I think we should take you to the infirmary after we get back to base. Doesn't seem dislocated. Possible fracture though."

It was just a sprain

Was surprised when you spoke fluent...doctor to the doctor.

Honestly felt like a little kid in the doctor's office, watching his parent's converse with the Doctor telling them what was wrong.

Wouldn't have it any other way.

Price

Always knew, almost nothing gets by him unnoticed

Was probably one of the reasons he wanted you on the task force.

He knows how soap and gaz the boys are

Has you teaching rookies how to probably put a tourniquet on.

"What the fuck are you doing? That's not how I taught you."

The rookie you were speaking to just looked down at the dummy that they were working on and the tourniquet, "It looks-"

"Terrible! He's still bleeding out! Retry it."

Definitely has to sit in on these sessions, some rookies have complained to him that you take it too far.

You always just use the excuse that if those were real people and not training dummies, they'd be at fault for letting them die.

He agrees with you.

The rookie looks over at Price.

"Get to it. He told you to retry it. The man is bleeding out."

Mostly just sits in because it's less complaints now that he is showing he agrees with you in front of everyone.

Roach

This fucker needs a friend that has medical knowledge

Much like Soap, it seems like he is a wound magnet

Was probably the first of the 141 that you had to go full protective, medical knowledge out and work on him.

Man's like a tank too, no matter what the day brings to him it seems he's just able to walk it off

You don't let him

"You're limping, sit down."

He just waves it off, "'m good."

"Like hell you are." You walk up to him and grab his wrist, dragging him to a nearby chair and pushing him onto it. "Stay or I'll have Ghost lay on you."

Does not stay.

You cannot get Ghost to lay on him.

You just end up pelting pillows at him until he joins into a pillow fight, and you both end up getting exhausted.

"I'll rest right here."

"Good."

Stubborn but still okay with medical help

Often comes to you with oddly specific questions.

"Hypothetically, if a car blew up in the near vicinity of where I was at, what is the possible health issues that could arise?"

"Well, burn marks obviously, depending on the distance it could be any degree. If it was enough to knock you over, then a possible concussion. Depending if you hit the ground and hard enough, possible broken or fractured bones. Not to even mention the possible pieces of metal and glass flying, and just blast trauma in general. Could cause damage to internal organs with enough force."

"Okay, so...hypothetically, if that happened, I should go to the infirmary?"

"Roach, were you next to a car when it blew up?"

"..."

"Gary???"

You immediately dragged him to the infirmary.

#ghost x male reader #mw2 x male reader #simon ghost riley #cod mw2 #mw2 #ghost #captain price #john soap mactavish #simon riley #captain price x male reader #soap x male reader #ghost x m!reader #soap x m!reader #captain price x m!reader #gary roach sanderson #mw2 roach #roach x male reader #roach x m!reader #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick x male reader #gaz x male reader #gaz mw2 #gaz x m!reader #cod x male reader #x male reader #x male y/n #x m! reader #simon riley x male reader #john price x male reader #ash's writings

[peachyloveswriting]

Hi can I request any jealous/ possessive ghost headcanons. Also if you’d want then can you ghost headcanons when he has a crush on you. Like the things he’ll do and say to you. Please?

JEALOUS/POSSESIVE --- Ghost

SUMMARY: Headcanons of Ghost being possesive and jealous. And him having a crush as well 🥰

NOTES: Sorry I've been away, got caught up in major writing block and depression that I had to work through. I'm still not all here mentally right now but I'll be better soon.

⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ ..♡

(In the military with him)

-> Ghost was never the possesive type until you came around. He's not typically seen fawning over someone so he's not particularly used to being like this himself. It all started as a small "bit" between the boys when you first joined 141. Everyone coined you for being so much like him in the way you worked. Sometimes your actions too but mostly the way you work, people called you Ghost's mini me for weeks before Ghost started dubbing you as Ghostling. The name eventually settled as Aries but he never stopped calling you Ghostling and that's when the teasing began.

-> Only a few months with 141 and it already felt like home, the only thing was you would constantly get told how you should pride yourself in being so close with Ghost, except you weren't close to him at all. Sure you knew him and talked here and there but he wasn't as close to you as you were Soap. What was even more strange was that instead of people calling you by your eventual call sign "Aries" you got called Ghostling. It never rang a bell until you heard Ghost call you that during a mission.

-> Soap's the most talkative of the bunch so he's always striking up conversation with Ghost when he can. Ghost, not being a man of many words doesn't respond too thoroughly, unless it's about you. After a few weeks of you being with them Soap asked about you and Ghost just wouldn't seem to shut up, even worse, the longer you were there the more he had to say. That was when the team noticed him hanging around you more and more. Suddenly it wasn't Ghost and Soap, is was Aries, Ghost, and Soap. You went with him everywhere or vise versa. Of course being the only new rookie, you didn't that that this was uncommon for him.

-> ghost started to notice that the more he talked to you and the more you hung around the more attached he became. It wasn't like an obsessive attachment but it was definitely an attachment. If you hung out with someone else without letting him know he'd find himself getting annoyed and frustrated, jealous even. That wasn't even the worst of it. Sparring, don't even mention that. He gets to unfathomably angry that he absolutely beats Soap's ass when its his turn to spar.

-> During many of his jealous fits he often had to remind himself that you weren't his and that he couldn't do or say anything to you and that absolutely destroyed him in every way possible. He'd catch himself going to pin you against a wall or kiss you in the most animalistic way during sparring. But he had to hold back.

-> Just when you were starting to like him, Ghost realized that he had feelings for you and immediately stepped away, isolating himself from you. He couldn't help lurking in the back of the room or dark corners watching you though. Once he started pulling away you began to seclude yourself from the group and barely talked to even Soap. Suddenly you were Ghost's Mini me again. Always quiet, quick to frustrate, and a tactical monster. That you were always but when he was around it was different. Eventually Soap began to notice this pull and started calling Ghost out for it. When you actually confessed it was strictly accidental, Soap was to blame for this.

-> Ghost's behavior towards you after you confessed pulled a completely 180. Suddenly he was always with you, sparring with you, eating with you, hanging out in your room when you weren't on missions, offering to go with you on watch. If he wasn't the one with you it was usually Soap, sometimes others in 141 but not often. Ghost didn't like it either way, it's hard for him to sleep when you're up there completely alone with a man who could have away with you if you agreed. Not that he doesn't trust you but that you're undeniably his and only his.

-> The first time he ever did anything about his Jealousy was when Soap flirted with you for the first time at a bar. Of course you laughed it off awkwardly while Ghost fumed in the background. Suddenly he was calling it a night and dragging you with, everyone was concerned but didn't bother to ask in fear of being obliterated by his anger. You didn't regret that night, as a matter of fact it was and is to the day the most pleasing experience you've ever had. That was just the surface of what he could do of course but something about it was special.

-> Ghost doesn't usually say anything when he's Jealous, more often than not he'll start playing with you during highly inappropriate times. The worst was during a stealth mission during a watch together, you, Ghost, and Gaz. You were sat up against the wall to shield yourselves from the snow with your guns in front of you. Suddenly you felt a warm ungloved hand slip into your pants and tease you for the rest of watch. It was nerve wracking to say the least but fun looking back at it now.

-> At bars, he sneaks up behind you slinking his arms around your waist and leaving a small bite on your shoulder. He doesn't do this often though, only when he sees another man with his eyes on you. From that moment forward he's all hands on, sometimes hands in places they shouldn't be. It usually leads to a wild night back at whatever bed you find yourself in.

#ghost x you #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #warzone fanfiction

[zukotheartist]

LONG tbosas (book, mostly) post ahead, about Reaper Ash specifically

A lot of people, rightfully, point out when Reaper cuts Panem's flag and throws it on the dead kids but something that gets to me as well (that I think is a really nice touch and should be talked about more) is his other uses of the flag (in the book, anyway).

The first time he cuts the flag, it's to bargain with Lamina.

Yes, he's doing it for himself because his mentor* won't send him food (or water) unless he puts on a good show (aka killing or at least attacking another tribute), which he isn't doing, and it's been days so he needs to eat (if I remember correctly, he had been able to get a few of Lucy Gray/Jessup's extra/leftover water bottles). But he was strong and big enough to hunt down another tribute and then steal their food. Not Lamina, probably, I don't think a big guy would be able to climb a pole that well? (I feel like that'd be easier for a smaller-skinnier person like Coral but idk, i dont climb lol). Regardless, he couldve hunted any of the tributes that were on the ground.

Instead, he notices that Lamina is heavily sunburned (enough for the skin on her nose to be chipping away) and tells her that he'll get her a blanket (piece of flag) to cover herself with, in exchange for some food.

Then he cuts another piece of the flag to cover his dead peers (and ofc that's the main use of it and the most important one).

But then he also cuts a piece of the flag... for HIMSELF. Not to use as a shield from the sun or to wrap a wound or any other "logical" or "useful" reason.

He drapes the cloth on his back and wraps it around his neck.

He makes a CAPE.

And what does he do, right after?

He twirls around and tries to look back at the cape as he's twirling. Then he runs up and down a bit, with his arms out-stretched, letting the cape fly behind him.

And the next time we see him? He's still wearing the cape.

That moment speaks VOLUMES imo.

A lot of people have pointed out that Suzanne Collins does the complete opposite of the usual tropes placed upon black characters: the girls aren't the caretakers, they're the ones being taken care of by other characters (Katniss and Rue + Tresh and Rue + Reaper and Dill) and the boys aren't treated as agressive fully grown men ready to attack, they're depicted as kind and righteous boys who don't wanna cause harm > the way they show it with Reaper (tho we also see it with Tresh) is soo so... idk, I don't have the words for it.

Not only does he apologise, before the game starts, to all the tributes for having to kill them and also promises them that he'll fight the Capitol and avenge them, to then refusing to murder them during the game.

Not only does he respect his peer's dead bodies when he absolutely had no necessity to and would even get repercussions for doing it (cutting the flag = defying the Capitol = no chance of him winning aka surviving).

He's also shown to be just a kid himself.

He's in an awful situation and trying to stay kind and safe and what's a little something that he does for Himself (the ONE thing he does for himself, basically his entire time in the arena he's doing things for others, even when the thing is just refusing to murder) to cheer up? He makes himself a makeshift cape and runs and twirls around a bit.

i have... so many feelings and thoughts on his character... Suzanne Collins' pen is definition of on fire. That's all.

*btw, something that also makes me incredibly sad is how he's taking care of everyone/not harming anyone but his own mentor still won't send him food or water :( and it's especially sad when you remember that Clemensia was one of the only mentors and Capitol people shown to be Actually against the Hunger Games, at first.

She wasn't bored by them (like it can be said for Festus or Arachne) and she wasn't simply disgusted from a gore/imagery perspective (like Snow and Livia too, if I remember well).

She was actually disgusted at them from a human perspective (not nearly as much as Sejanus but still) and even asked if "the Districts hadn't suffered enough" and "why couldn't they stop now that the war was over". Meaning, she was probably gonna be a good mentor (or as good as a mentor can be) before the snakes bit her and messed her up... it's all one big tragedy🥲

EDIT: wait, she Does send food by the end! But the point stands because she sends it after she's healed more and her brain's clearer.

#reaper ash #clemensia dovecote #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #thg series #thg #the hunger games #al's post

[icyowl]

Phantom Limb Pain

Pairing: Vash the Stampede x reader

Synopsis: Self-explanatory. Helping Vash deal with phantom limb pain. 1k

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In many ways Vash was both the luckiest and unluckiest person alive. He was lucky because, well, he was still alive, firstly, but also because he was (mostly) healthy, fed, sheltered from the blistering wind, with you, and nestled away in the back of a tavern largely out of sight of the rest of the patrons. He was, however, unlucky in that he didn't have a place to stay for the night, hadn't had one in about two weeks, couldn't convince you to stay away from him to stay safe, and his own body had begun to betray him. . . again.

“Vash?” You said to lift his head from where it rested on the tabletop. His posture looked very different from what it was when you'd left to get drinks. Hunched, visibly taught even with his coat, flesh-hand discretely fisted under the shadow of the table. He didn't bother to move even when he knew you were there.

“Is it hurting again?” You asked. He nodded as much as he could. When it truly drove him mad, he became eerily silent. You couldn't have this — Vash immobilized to the point of turning mute, afraid to show you and resigning to a silent suffering. “What kind of hurting?” You tried.

Quiet, breathless, he finally replied: “Like someone's got it in a grinder.”

His tone just about broke you. Out of all the outlaws, vagabonds, and backstabbers, he deserved this the least. “Tell me how I can help.”

At last he looked up. There was a little more water in his eyes than normal; and if a man of much suffering had been pushed this far? It had to be bad. Vash's eyes were especially round with sorrow — perhaps as much to have to ask you for help as to endure the pain — and his voice was almost consumed by the raucous of the tavern. “Rub the other one? The way you like to do it?”

You pulled your stool right in front of his until your knees were overlapping. His glasses slipped off easily when you pulled them from his ears and put them on the table.

“What if people see?”

“They're too drunk to talk, Vash, don't worry about them seeing us.”

He was always scared to attract unwanted attention. Any person could be the wrong person; they could hurt you, cast both of you out into the desert, bristling with nighttime cold, or hail a swat of police to chase you for days. Vash had just gotten you out of the elements and into this tavern even if for just a few hours.

You grabbed his human hand wordlessly and stretched it out. One of your hands held onto his wrist while the other began to squeeze and massage the bicep and tricep. Anything to distract from the pain. “This doesn't usually happen unless you're stressed. What's up?”

“I'm alright, I—”

“Vash.” You cut off with a sudden, grating edge to your voice, still moving down his bicep with rhythmic pulls. “We've talked about this. Don't make me force you to do your affirmations in the back of a bar.” He knows you mean it, remembers the time you had him do it in a bathroom through his tears, another time after waking up with a breathless jolt in the deep of the night, again when he'd barely managed to get you out of a hostage situation with your life.

“Seriously, it—”

“Say 'it's nothing' and I won't let you cuddle me for a week.”

A whole week? Vash knew you were serious, too. Open up, or. . . for a week? Bare his problems to you, allow himself a moment of empathy, share just one of the demons usually hidden behind his large glasses. . . or no cuddles. Why did you have to be so adamant?

His head dipped, a bit ashamed, but still he let those sinful hands of yours hit every knot in his forearm. “I've been worrying over this sleeping situation. It's not good for you — so cold every night.”

The heartfelt statement made your eyes sting. To be so kind as to incur physical ramifications at the pain of others — he really was something beyond the average human. His kindness, above all his struggles, had become his greatest curse.

Whether to hide or to be close to you, his head plopped down unceremoniously onto your shoulder, the disheveled mop of hair atop his head vaguely tickling your neck and cheek. Your fingers moved carefully to the back of his neck. There was a fine line before his boundaries were crossed; if you overstepped, he'd completely clam up. It was hard to get him to do this in the privacy of a tent in the middle of the dunes, let alone in a bar full of inebriated patrons. Thankfully Vash didn't shy away when you touched the taught muscles and continued up into the soft hair of his undercut. Not even when you pushed into the pressure points there did he pull away.

Oh no. If anything, your stampede opened himself even more. A subtle puff of air, a faint groan, a slouching of his shoulders, and suddenly it felt like he was trying to get under your very skin.

“I can't stop you from worrying,” you said, “no one can. I can't make you care about yourself, eat enough, or stop you from trying to save everyone. Only you can do that, Vash. What I can do is say this isn't good for you. How can you expect to do the things you want when you won't take care of yourself? If the phantom pains are getting this bad. . .”

He knew exactly what you were doing. Sometimes he hated your reverse psychology, but it was working.

You continued: “I want to help you in whatever way I can, so you can keep doing all these crazy, stupid, amazing things. So trust me. Trust me to be your stampede.”

A hefty pause broke when he burrowed his forehead deeper into your shoulder. “I hate when you're like this.”

You laughed. “I know you do, now, how is it?”

“. . . better.”

You pulled his head off your shoulder and, before your thoughts got the better of you, caressed his jaw in your palms and pressed a quick kiss to the tip of his nose. Vash seemed to glitch out for only a second or two this time. His prosthetic hand, previously too uncomfortable to move, lifted to rest on your thigh.

#vash the stampede x reader #vash x reader #trigun stampede #trigun stampede x reader #io has ideas

[tiredfox64]

Hello! I came up with an idea for an application.

So, Tomas with a reader who is usually very arrogant and self-centered, so they don't get along very well within Shirai Ryu. But then one day, in a moment of vulnerability, they both have a one night stand and then they went back to normal as if nothing had happened, but since then, Tomas starts having feelings and he is not sure if the reader feels the same way about him. him, but in the end he decides to confess it.

It's quite long, sorry 😞 you can ignore it if you don't like the idea. And sorry if there are mistakes here, English is not my first language.

Thank you! 💕

We Need to Talk About This

Prior notes: There is no need to apologize! No idea is a bad idea unless you are my friend who somehow isn’t in jail.

Pairing: Tomas x Gn reader

Warnings ‼️: it’s a desert over here

Constant bickering between you and Tomas. It never ends. Ever since the first day you joined the Shirai Ryu you’ve gotten on his nerves. The way you would speak so high you of your skills, putting others down just to bring yourself up. Don’t even get him started on how you would leave anybody behind just to save your own ass. This is a clan, you’re supposed to work together.

As much as he judges you, you judge him back. You judge him for caring too much. He was a hunter and an assassin. This is life or death you are talking about and you have to save yourself. You also have to let others know your strength to prevent anyone from messing with you. It’s the way life goes.

You two just can’t agree on anything. But do you know when you’re both able to meet in the middle? When you guys share a bottle of Sake.

Yes and I mean the good kind. The kind that makes you all flushed. The kind that makes you all touchy and call Tomas cute. Makes you do a little strip tease and open your legs wide. The kind of sake that makes Tomas scoop you up and take you right to his bed.

No one could sleep that night. It was the combination of your moans about how good he is at this and Tomas fucking into you roughly that the headboard kept banging against the wall.

That’s what alcohol does, it leaves you vulnerable to anyone. In that moment you were vulnerable to each other. A moment where you welcomed someone’s embrace and let your walls down. Only to wake up with a killer headache and a huge shock.

You were surprised by many things. You weren’t in your bed, your clothes were on the floor, and Tomas was passed out next to you. Soon after Tomas woke up himself and stared at you in shock. He would have asked the same questions you had in your head but he put all the pieces together.

It left you both stunned and sitting there, questioning is there was something hidden under the surface that made you two think this was a good idea. After about five minutes you silently got up and started to put your clothes on. Tomas wanted to say something but it felt like his mouth dried up. You managed to put your clothes and started to walk towards the door. You took one last look at him.

“Let’s just pretend this never happened. The sake was talking for us.” You walked out.

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Tomas couldn’t pretend that the one night stand never happened. Even if he was drunk he remembers some parts of it so clearly.

He can remember how your arrogant and self-centered personality was gone in that moment. How sweet your voice was as you praised him. That look in your eyes could make him think you actually liked him. Like you two were secret lovers this whole time.

But when the morning came he questioned what was the alcohol and what was true. All he knows now is that feelings are true. He wants to see that sweet side of you again.

Now your attitude was worse when it came to everybody else. Everybody knows what happened that night and you want them all to forget as well. During training your arrogance is loud and proud. You’re telling everyone ‘looks like I’m the best and you’re the worst’ which pisses them off.

Someone fell in front of you and instead of helping them up you kicked dirt in their face and walked off. Usually you just laugh at them but kicking dirt in their face was something else. Your actions were really upsetting everyone to the point that Kuai Liang put you on a sort of suspension. No more missions or training until you learn to act right. Or at least a little better.

The only person you were acting better with was Tomas. He would still come up to you to scold you for insulting others. Every time you would look at him he saw a flash of that softness reappear in your eyes before going back to normal.

You started to struggle talking your usual shit to him. Your insults were weak. You couldn’t even say you were better than him without remembering that one night stand. That memory would flash in your head and you’d remember how good and warm he made you feel. Not in just a sexual way but in an intimate, romantic way. You can’t let anyone know that however. They’ll all think you’re weak.

You still hid your feelings well since Tomas questioned if you really felt anything from that night. He was still annoyed with you because you wouldn’t give him a hint on how you felt. You were acting strange but that’s all he knew. He doesn’t doubt that there are people out there who can have a one night stand and walk away without feeling some sort of connection. But after doing it with you and seeing how you are when all loose he believes you’re not one of them.

If somehow you are one of those people, he knows that he isn’t. He felt a connection that night and it can’t be the alcohol talking still. He has to let it out. He has to tell you how he feels. You guys should have talked about what happened the moment both of you woke up. When he found where you were he went straight towards you.

“I need to talk with you for at least a minute.” He said

He saw that flash again of softness before you started acting arrogant again.

“Can’t you see I’m showing these pinhead noobies how weak they are. How they ain’t nothing compared to me.” You spat at one of the clan members who was just sitting there, shocked by your shift in attitude.

Tomas ended up grabbing you by the wrist and dragging you away. He didn’t scold you immediately, he would have to soon, he just wanted to get you somewhere private. He dragged you into a secluded room before letting you go.

“What the hell! Don’t touch me like that ever again. I don’t need your filthy hands rubbing against my nice skin.” You rubbed your wrist as if he actually hurt you.

“Cut it out already. You’ve been even more insufferable after that one night.” He brought it up after you told him not to.

“I thought we agreed we wouldn’t talk about it.”

“You said we should forget about it. I didn’t. And you clearly didn’t either since I see how you react now.”

Tomas has a point and you hate him for that. You hated how he sees your reactions. He knows you are feeling different but you don’t ever wanna say it. You want to run away from it. You tried doing that now by walking about of the room but he caught you by the shirt.

“If you don’t want to talk about it, fine. Let me say my peace before you go walking around with that nasty attitude of yours.” He forced you to look at him before speaking.

He lets it all out. Starting from the moment the sake hit to waking up with you. The warmth he felt when talking to you as you both swayed back and forth even while sitting. How warm your body felt against his. How lovely your eyes look and how they showed affection. And your words, oh those praises, how he felt adored by you. You won’t lie, you remember all of that as well. He really exposed you like that. Everything he said you felt the same.

“I’m not a man who goes sleeping with anyone and never thinking about them again. We were drunk, I know. That doesn’t mean what I feel now is a drunken statement. You don’t have to like me, just know I see something in you. You can leave if you want.” He finished off, letting you know you can leave now if you so desire.

But after that whole thing, how can you just walk away. That man just raised your ego by saying one night with you made him fall for you. You fell for him too but you won’t voice that out.

“I mean, who wouldn’t fall in love with me. I’m just that good in bed.” You replied but it sounded awkward. You weren’t even the one on top.

“Okay fine, so we had a good time. I’m not gonna deny that anymore. And maybe we developed some feelings. So what.” In other words, you like him a little too.

Tomas was surprised by your response. Even if it wasn’t straight forward your body language and your tone told him what he needed to know. He sighed out of annoyed but accepted what he could get.

“You’re so annoying.” He said before bringing pulling you into a hug.

“You’re annoying.” You grumbled but you didn’t push him away.

This relationship will sure be a strange one. One with constant bickering still but with love behind it. Hopefully Tomas can straighten out that attitude of yours. Make you a little more compassionate at least. There is just one more thing he wants you to know.

“I love you.”

“Yeah I bet you do.” Quit the attitude already.

After notes: I was thinking of Ena through this whole thing, don’t know why. I ended it off with the same way I give attitude to my fiancé cause as I was writing he decided to say something that made me become stubborn. I like the way I say trinkets i like trinkets there is no issue with that. Well, to the person who suggested this I hope I have made you happy and have a good rest of your day/night. Adiós!

#mortal kombat #mk1 #mortal kombat 1 #mortal kombat1 #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat x you #mk x reader #mk x you #mk fanfic #tomas vrbada x reader #tomas vrbada x you #tomas x you #tomas x reader #tomas vrbada smoke #tomas vrbada #smoke x reader #smoke mk #mk smoke #mk1 smoke

[misc-obeyme]

How about the Hidden prompt with Belphie?

Hello there!

Okay I don't get to write for Belphie too often, so this was fun! I have no clue where the idea came from, but here we are.

Thank you for the request!

GN!MC x Belphegor with prompt Hidden

Warnings: none!

It was something you started doing when you realized that it could be almost impossible to wake Belphie. There were times when he would blink blearily up at you, pulling himself into wakefulness just for the opportunity to spend time with you. But other times it didn't seem to matter what you did, he would not even stir.

When this happened, you would leave him a little handwritten note to let him know you had tried. Sometimes they'd say things like "let's talk when you wake" or if you didn't have anything in particular you wanted to say it would just be a "good morning" with a little smiley face.

Belphie would eventually come find you when he woke up. Sometimes you could tell it was the first thing he did. There might still be a red mark across his face from where it was pressed against some hard surface or his hair might be in disarray because he hadn't yet bothered to fix it.

You always used whatever utensils were nearby, but you didn't always have something handy. One time you ripped a piece of a magazine page out to tuck beneath his sleeping form. It was an advertisement for a drink you had been talking to him about earlier. A few hours later, he sat down next to you with two of that very drink - one for you and one for him.

Belphie never mentioned the notes unless he was talking to you about something that you had written in one of them. He never said that he liked waking up to find one or that he wanted you to stop. You just assumed he was fine with it.

The others had noticed it, too, and occasionally one of the brothers would give you a pen you were lacking just so you could leave your customary note to him.

One day you found yourself in the attic looking for him. He was snoozing away in his usual spot and you tried to wake him. It was one of those times when he simply wouldn't respond. You started looking around for something to write with. There had to be a pen in the attic somewhere, right?

You started rummaging around in a box of random stuff in the corner. It had several smaller boxes stacked on top of it, but you could still get into it. The things inside looked like they might be pen-adjacent, so you were going to look there before moving on to closed boxes.

You hadn't found anything yet when your arm bumped the boxes above you and the very top one came crashing to the floor.

It was a small box, but it was made of wood, so the sound it made as it hit the wood floor was incredibly loud. And so was the little scream you let out in surprise.

The box was sitting open, though not broken, its contents displayed across the floor.

Belphie groaned and sat up, rubbing at his eyes. "What was all that noise? MC? What are you doi-"

He cut off his sentence when he saw the box and things on the floor. He took in the mess for a moment before his eyes darted up to your face.

Every single note you had ever left for Belphie while he was asleep was now piled across the floor of the attic.

Your eyes scanned across your own handwriting on various different types of paper in many different colors of ink. You even saw the magazine ad tucked between other pages.

There were so many of them, you had no idea that you did it so frequently.

You also had no idea that Belphie had been keeping them. You looked at him, the notes strewn out between the two of you.

Belphie was blushing, but he met your eyes. "I don't want any of my brothers finding them, so I keep them hidden."

You shook your head, stepping over the mess to sit beside him. "I'm just touched that you kept them at all," you said.

Belphie put his arms around you, pulling you close. "The only good thing about waking up is seeing you or finding one of those notes."

You weren't sure what to say to that, but it didn't matter because you found it was much easier just to kiss him.

the original prompt list

masterlist | Thank you for reading!

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #obey me nb #obey me fanfic #obey me fanfiction #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor x reader #obey me belphegor x mc #obey me belphie x reader #obey me belphie x mc #belphegor x reader #belphie x reader #misc writes

[heiayen]

helping you cheat on an exam - various x reader

tags: short headcanons, more comedic style, implied modern au? characters; kaeya, diluc, childe, zhongli, venti, scaramouche, itto, albedo

summary: would genshin characters help you cheat? or let you cheat from them? and if yes, should you even accept their help?

a/n: i don't know what to say except that this idea happened while talking in a server. and ayato was meant to be here but full offense to this guy i don't know how to write him lol have fun <3

Kaeya, despite all the rumours about him, is actually a great student! Very polite, good grades, it’s hard to not adore this boy. And he would never, ever cheat on an exam, simply because he just knows it all.

But he would let you cheat. Or help if you have different class or can’t sit close to each other. It would come with a price of having to deal with his teasing and other foolery.

Yes, he will tell you the answers. Yes, he will help you make the cheat sheet right before the exam. Yes, he will make fun of you (lovingly) and even give you wrong answers sometimes. Deal with it. 

As the gentleman, Diluc would not help you cheat. It’s bad to cheat on exams and you can get into troubles if you get noticed. It’s just not worth it.

But he would help you study before the exam however! One complain from you in the morning about the tomorrow’s exam and the moment you finish classes, Diluc is right beside you, ready to study with you. And trust me, he really would try to make sure that you understand the material and can easily pass the exam without the use of cheats.

If you fail, however… that’s on you! 

Look, don’t get me wrong, because Childe will gladly help you! But are you sure you want his help out of all people here? Because, really, he’s not the best person to cheat from.

He’s an average student with average grades but those grades are often just a lucky strike. Cheating from his in class is rather risky because, yes, he might just make a very good guess and answer the question right.. or he might pick the worst answer ever and earn not only himself but also you a scolding from the teacher who probably realized that you cheated anyway.

So the best thing you can do is to combine your knowledge and simply prepare some cheat sheets before class– or even better, the day before class so those sheets has actually good answers. 

Zhongli is the class president, he can’t help you cheat. Sorry. Something something about rules and being responsible, about being caught, you know… 

But just like Diluc, he will also help you study. He has all the notes you need, written with perfect handwriting, not a single topic missing. And he also has a very good studying plan! Literally the best person to study with! He will also review the topics with you before the exam, so he can be sure that you will pass. Just make sure you complain earlier than an hour before the exam.

And if you don’t pass… then it’s really on you.

Venti’s a good student unless it comes to exams. He’s just somehow… so bad at taking exams that no matter how many good grades he will get from all the essays and additional work and homework– all of this is shadowed by his exam grades.

But he’s good at distracting people! So while it won’t be wise to cheat from him, he will gladly distract the teacher somehow so you can take your tiny little cheat sheet and write down everything you need. He will even help you prepare it.

As for himself, he doesn’t care about cheating that much… if he manages to cheat, great! If he doesn’t, well, happens. Look, he just wants to pass…  

Yeah, no. Scaramouche is not going to help you cheat. You’re on your own. Have fun!

He’s a good student so he doesn’t himself cheat much and he’s a good person to cheat from because he usually has most of the answers right, but… no, he just wouldn’t really let you. Or he would give you the wrong answer for fun. He can help you study though if you ask nicely… Different thing is how much you will learn from this study session. 

He called the teacher on you once. It wasn’t an important exam– rather, a simple test but still. A tragedy. Really.

Please don’t ask Itto for help. For your own good. He’s… a student for sure and willing to help you cheat but, just, you see…

Most of the time he’s getting caught. The teacher saw him trying to read from behind his pencil case, from a shoe, on his arm… Asking him to help you cheat is like a death wish. Or a failed exam wish! 

A good thing is that you can always use the distraction he created by getting caught to cheat yourself. At least this. 

Albedo is a another very good student who needs no cheats to pass with flying colors. But in comparison to other good students, a bit more willing to help you cheat.

Yes, he will tell you that you shouldn’t cheat. Yes, he will help you study and trust me, studying from his notes is really an amazing experience. And, yes, if you really need the answer to this one question or two then… maybe?

Honestly, if he knows that you studied hard and are trying your hardest, he probably won’t mind much helping you a little. He knows you can do it, after all.

#heia's writin' #genshin impact x reader #kaeya x reader #diluc x reader #childe x reader #zhongli x reader #itto x reader #venti x reader #albedo x reader #scaramouche x reader #kunikuzushi x reader #wanderer x reader #THREE DIFF NAMES #genshin impact imagines #gender neutral reader #twilight-theatre

[psychotrenny]

This summary post will be the last post on Aaron Bushnell unless something else comes up. I've been talking a lot about it recently because I've been quite frustrated with the consensus opinion that has emerged among digitally active Western progressives, even those who claim to be materialists.

At this point I don't have any problem with the man himself; even as willing member of the US military the fact he eventually came to terms with the cruelty he was responsible for and felt the need to do something drastic about it puts him far above your average imperialist. And whatever you can say about his actions it cannot be denied that he had good intentions that he acted upon with deep courage and conviction. Nor do I have any problem (nor a right to do so) with the Palestinian response, both at home and in the diaspora. As a brutally oppressed people facing a genocide that most of the world is either complicit or actively involved in, it's fair enough for them to gratefully accept any form of solidarity and support they feel is genuine and valuable. Aaron Bushnell is ultimately as much a martyr as anyone; he died in the name of Palestine in the hopes that one day it would be free

My problems is the response by large numbers of Western Progressives who've seen fit to valourise this man in a way far out of proportion with the actual impact of his actions. Self-immolation has never been a very effective political tactic, especially when compared to it's immense costs. Even if it was a useful tactic, the efficacy of it has barely registered as a point of discussion. There's been such an intense focus on praising the personal moral qualities he displayed with the actual impacts of his actions being largely ignored. Like he's being held up as this sort of ultimate hero despite not actually achieving all that much, while the material achievements (and sacrifices) of Palestinian resistance fighters receive a fraction of the attention. Like for a lot of people it seems as though they needed some sort of dead white hero to latch onto, a 21st century John Brown, and it's just discomforting how much praise and attention he's getting compared to all the millions of martyred people in Palestine. The fact is that I've seen far more adulation for Bushnell from people who were already (ostensibly) pro-Palestine than from those who were "converted" by his action so to speak

The fact that Bushnell committed an ultimately pacifistic act probably helps; for a lot of liberals it's much more comforting to praise the passive resistance that holds it's moral high ground than to deal with the apparent messiness of those who commit violence against others in the name of liberation. Like when Western Progressives do talk about Palestinians they offer far more sympathy and attention the helpless innocents than they do to any actual resistance fighters. And this sort of thing is bad enough on it's own but it also reflects the way that the Western Left consistently prefers their heroes to be dead and morally pure* even at the cost of defeat and usually find some way to disown those who live long enough to exercise any power. Like for all those who were more moved Aaron Bushnell's sacrifice than by the sufferings and struggles of the millions in Palestine itself, I can't help but be skeptical about how much their support means. So many Westerners seem incapable of supporting Palestinians on terms other than their pity for a faceless suffering mass

*ideally non-violent, if not then violent through noble revolution as opposed to authoritarian oppression

#Stella Speaks

[the-s1lly-corner]

A, B, D, G, H, K, and M for Slenderman pls 😍

Fluff Alphabet w/ Slenderman!

but with these letters :3!

A (Attraction)-

I'm still hooked on the idea that Slenderman is inherently curious, especially when it comes to humans. Sure he may find a lot of them a nuisance, but he can't help but look over them. Because of this I don't think Slenderman would have much of a type. Just don't be belligerent and really you're all set. Though... he has a soft spot for those who carry respect for nature, and have an interest in the supernatural. He doesn't get many people to talk about.. demon stuff with, you know- even if he ain't much of a talker it's nice to have a conversation or two on something that he can relate to/enjoy

B (Bonding)-

Usually bonding activities are domestic stuff; cleaning, reading together, normal everyday stuff. Which is a little funny considering who we're talking about. Slenderman doesn't have many hobbies, so he's more than willing to join in on whatever you have planned so long as it doesn't compromise his existence or home.

D (Dates)-

While I do HC that Slenderman can, if desired, make a sort of "human skin" disguise in my AU I feel he wouldn't be good at it thanks to. well. not really using it. Whole "there are some demons that can pretend to be people" thing, yk? That said, because of this dates are mostly confined to his woods

which is

fine, if that is something youre into. technology at his place is limited, due to his natural interferences with them. if you still have your own place, though, sometimes he'll come over. not much different, though

G (Gift giving)-

Loves collecting various things; stones, flowers, sometimes he presses plants into stuff to preserve them, makes jewelry sometimes with rocks he finds! mentioned somewhere that he refuses to gift you anything from a victim's corpse, thats a hard fat no, unless its something you need and you live with him 100% of the time (ex. meds, or something else) then that's the only time he bends the boundary

H (Harsh)-

speaking of boundaries, he really really REALLY doesnt like eating in front of other people since he literally. you know. dont ask, dont try to convince him, dont intrude, it will end up ugly

while hes not

unhinged, he can get angry; not that he would hurt you but rather he would isolate himself from you or even push you away out of the woods

very firm boundary

also no posting him, that ones kind of a given

tends to soften up after cooling down, though, especially if you're mortal. he's painfully aware that the time he has with you is limited and he'd much rather not waste it. apologizes for any mean behavior, but stays firm on his boundary

K (Kisses)-

very rarely does the thing where he rips his face open to reveal his mouth, and he doesnt really use it for kissing. tying back into the whole feeding thing he doesnt want to kiss you with the same thing thats used to consume humans

though, he does appreciate when you kiss him where his mouth would be

likes bumping his 'face' against your lips, forehead, and the backs of your hands

M (Marriage)-

he never really thought about it, but to be fair he didnt think he would ever have a partner at all. obviously, there wouldnt be a traditional ceremony or legally binding thing, but he might make a make shift ring and give it to you. due to slenderman being solitary there wouldnt really be any. wedding guests, and having your friends/family come over may also put him and them in danger

tough situation, really, but it is what it is

if you want him to, he will stage a wedding and set up a place in the woods, though

the proxies are good enough as guests, as are his brothers, right?

#creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #slenderman imagine #slenderman x reader #slenderman headcanons #slenderman x you

[lovelies-dream]

Can I ask how would Hideaki, Elliot, and Maeve react to Reader who is touch starved?

Affection headcanons (Hideaki, Elliot, Maeve).

This turned into general affection headcanons with touch starved reader sprinkled in.

read this to learn about my oc's

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Hideaki

Hideaki is equally as touched starved as he is touched. His parent's never put in even effort to show him physical affection, so it's something he's both scared of but also craves. Because of this, if you enter a relationship with him and are also touched starved, then it's gonna be a while before anything happens, sorry. 

He really wants to do all the cute coupley stuff, but he doesn't have a point of reference. He grew up in a cold, unloving home where he was taught that you don't get things you don't deserve, and so that's why he assumed he never got love. It's the same in all his past relationships, he blocks himself off from receiving any love or affection, and then blames the person he's with for not loving him enough. You're different though. 

Unlike his past partners, you don't purposely try to break down his walls. You don't force yourself to hold his hand in public, or kiss him on the cheek in front of paparazzi. You don't get into arguments with him about why he's so distant, you understand him, and in a way that does more to break down his walls than any one has ever done. 

Slowly, he starts opening up to you, about his family, about his past. It's a genuine moment where he is extremely vulnerable, and he confesses to you that he wants to be there for you too, he just doesn't know how. So, affection starts off slowly. 

There are days when he feels terrible, because he feels as though he's not providing you something you need/want. During times like this, he reverts to his childish ways where he deludes himself into believing that you hate him and that you're waiting for your opportunity to leave. This either leads to him begging you to stay with him, or him getting upset at you for something you didn't do. Either way, it usually ends up with you talking together and him crying in your arms. 

Hideaki is so used to putting on this persona for people, whether it's for the cameras or for people he so desperately wanted to love him. But with you, you understand him. You crave that love in the same way he does, and eventually, he learns to take what is given to him. Eventually, he's basically glued to you. As a yandere, he's very attached to you, and some days you'll even hear him talk about how he feels as though you two share the same soul, and that you can never be separated. 

It's strange, seeing someone go from rejecting every form of affection because of his own self image issues to texting you non stop because you left for work before he woke up so he didn't get a goodbye kiss. Honestly, you don't know what's worse. 

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Elliot: 

Elliot is one of those people that is naturally affectionate. He grew up with a big family, six siblings in total, and has very extreme family values. Not in the traditional sort of way, but in the sense that the people close to you are your family so you treat them right. He grew up attending many family gatherings where he'd spend time with his cousins, aunts and uncles, grandmothers and grandfathers, and none of them were shy with showing affection, so he wasn't either. 

That translates a lot to his relationship with you. He wastes no time early in the relationship giving you hugs, kisses, holding you, it was never something he felt the need to build up too. This also translates to how his family treats you. From the very first time you met them they were basically your parents. They hugged you, cooked you tons of food, gifted you things, it was very overwhelming. But to them, being with Elliot means that you're part of the family, so they treat you as such. 

Elliot won't know you're touched starved unless you tell him, and once you do he immediately starts thinking that it's his fault. He assumes that he must've not shown you enough attention, maybe he was working too much and everything just got away from him, but he really does feel bad. 

Once some explaining is done, and he realizes that it isn't his fault, he tries his best to learn about what type of affection you like the most and are comfortable with before doing anything. He doesn't want to hurt you in any way, so he pulls back a little bit in order to keep you happy. It hurts him a bit, because he wants to be affectionate with you, but he also wants to take things slow. 

Eventually, after some time, things will go back to the way things were before, but this time he's always making sure that you're always comfortable. He might be a little more reserved, always worried about what might hurt you, but he always puts your feelings before his. However, this does sometimes lead to a little bit of manipulation, where he'll talk about how his younger nieces and nephews miss you, or how his parents are talking about you and wondering when they can see you again. You both know that if you met up with family again it might be overwhelming, but a small part of him just wishes for things to go back to normal, as bad as that sounds. 

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Maeve: 

Maeve sees the world in you, and so he wholeheartedly believes in worshiping you accordingly. He's like Elliot, where he's very affectionate; however, unlike Elliot, Maeve believes it's his duty to love you in a way that is up to your standards. Maeve is the definition of an obsessive lover, even if he wasn't a yandere. He wants to show you all the love possible, so he might not even notice that you're touch starved. 

Maeve takes any second he can to express his love for you, to the point where it's annoying to everyone but him. He's been in interviews where he's asked a general question and he's somehow spun it around to be about you, he's not subtle at all. And why should he, he loves you, he doesn't see a point in hiding it. 

At least in my head, being in a relationship with Meave leads to lots of insecurities. He's a multimillionaire who owns one the most famous fashion brands and modeling agencies. He's considered one of the most beautiful people on earth, and here he is, slaving away at yet another piece dedicated to you. 

Honestly, Maeve wouldn't understand at first why you are touched starved, isn't he giving you enough attention already? But the more Maeve thinks about it, the more he's reminded of his own childhood. I touched on this a bit in my introduction post, but Maeve grew up with his parents and his grandfather, and while his parents were his favorite people ever, his grandfather was incredibly abusive. As a child he found himself craving his grandfather's love, even though he knew his grandfather would never love him. When he passed, years after he left home, he didn't attend the funeral, and he was happy to see the man gone, but some small part of him was still wishing he would've just loved him at least once.

He assumes you're similar in a way, craving a love you don't fully understand. In that moment he feels as though he understands you more and he finds himself becoming softer around you. His love was already soft, but now it's even more so. He loves taking care of you, loves picking out your clothing in the morning, brushing your hair and styling it. He wants to show you affection that goes beyond just physical, he wants you to know that you're loved, even if you don't believe it. 

As a yandere, Maeve doesn't let you for a moment forget how much he loves you, and that can lead to him unknowingly playing into a lot of insecurities I mentioned previously. Like imagine watching on the T.V. in his dressing room as he mentions for the fifth time how inspired he is by you, all while his P.R. team is going insane because this interview is supposed to be about his new show coming up. You just honestly don't know what to do with him at this point.

#platonic yandere #soft yandere #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #yandere oc x y/n #yandere oc x you

[renniis]

‧ ｡.*✩彡 voicemail - hanma shuji

cw: hurt no comfort , hanma falling in love and not knowing how to deal with it wc: 900

━━ "Come on, be honest with yourself - he's not coming back "

You don't know how many times you've heard that line, way too many times to count.

Regardless of how many times you've called Hanma's phone while you were laying on the floor of your bedroom with tears in your eyes, hoping at least one time you'd get to hear his voice call your name over the phone again.

It always went to voicemail.

It's already been months since he left , you understood his situation and why he would do that, after everything he's been through it made sense.

He always has been the type to run away from his problems and feelings, you knew that better that anyone else.

But even so, for him to leave without even seeing you one last time . Without a single goodbye or a chance for you to comfort him or change his mind.

It hurt you, it made you feel like maybe you weren't enough of a reason for him to stay, that maybe you weren't worth the headache.

That familiar feeling of dread and pure exhaustion always lingered in the back of your mind and clouded your vision.

He was always in your mind, and you began accepting it as a normal thing. Even if you knew deep inside he wasn't coming back and you should just move on, you still found yourself waiting for something that felt so impossible and out of reach. All that while there are multiple people right in front of you offering their love and that would do anything for you to be happy.

That void couldn't be filled unless he came back, you understood that and everyone eventually started to as well.

You told yourself Hanma didn't care at all, it's not like he ever even made the effort to ever tell you he loved you back. He knew it bothered you but whenever those 3 words slipped out of your mouth his mind simply couldn't process it.

Love for him was something he was never able to show, nor was it ever shown to him and that first time you said it, it freaked him out.

Big time.

He could never express what he felt, it always came out like a jumbled mess covered up with bad jokes.

In all reality though, he did feel a lot for you, he could just never say it in a way that would get the message across.

He couldn't say i love you back because his brain simply wasn't wired to. So when everything went downhill and he had to leave, he so desperately wanted to take you with him, but he couldn't do that.

He couldn't just drag you down with him, you had friends here, family.

He was the only one left with nothing but you, and knowing he was so dependent on you, knowing that if he ended up seeing you before he left he'd ask you to join him, knowing that you'd say yes mindlessly without even thinking. It terrified him.

The idea that he got so close to someone and that person loved him back and so much so they would do anything to stick by his side.

Thats why he left, he ran away like he always does, because that coping mechanism is just the way he taught himself was right.

That way he can't hurt you and that way he can't hurt himself either, it was for the best.

Things were getting too much for him,  he realised he's also fallen just as hard for you that night when you both went on your usual drives on his motorcycle and your hands wrapped around his torso so tightly like you never wanted to let him go. When your eyes sparkled when he was doing even the most usual of things like smoking cigarettes one after another while you both watched the night sky and talked about a future together.

A future he knew he couldn't commit to, because he was just too scared and inexperienced with love to actually stick to the plan. Its funny, before you he was only used to random hook ups, girls that would never commit to him and he could never commit to, it was all mindless fun for him.

Lust was the only feeling that usually registered in his brain when it came to women, so when you showed up and completely twisted his mind when you rejected him that first time he tried to get in your pants, it was something so peculiar and attractive to him.

Did he feel guilty ever since he left ? Every damn second , he even still had the picture of you two in bed as his lock screen.

You wouldn't know that though, because you couldn't have known.

He listened to all your angry voice mails cussing him out and telling him you loved him almost immediately after you said you hated him.

He finally called you back.

Your heart skipped a beat, fumbling to tap on the screen desperately to answer it and put it to your ear.

" I love you too"

You froze but before you could say anything, you heard the beep of the call ending.

When you tried to call him back, it no longer went to voicemail.

'We're sorry, the number you have dialed is no longer in service ...'

...beep beep beep

#hanma x you #hanma shuuji x you #hanma shuji x reader #hanma angst #hanma x reader #hanma smut #tokyo revengers angst #tr angst #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev x reader #hanma shuuji x reader #hanma scenario #hanma shuji #tokyo revengers #renniis

[bella-rose29]

Bright Young Soul

Word count: 2k

Warnings: Campbell Bain has a depressive episode, don't read unless you're up for some unhappy reading times basically, probably way too much italicising but oh well, I am not an expert on bipolar in any way and this is purely from what I saw in tota and research online, so please please please pick me up on anything I have done wrong, I also am not Scottish

based entirely on this post and the notes <3

Tag list: @bugbugboy, @biromanticboba, @heretoboogie

"Campbell, c'mon. Stop mucking about."

"Campbell, could ya keep the noise down?"

"Campbell, I'm busy."

"Not now, Campbell."

"Campbell, be quiet! I cannae hear myself think!"

"Quit fidgeting, Campbell!"

Campbell didn't want to stop mucking about, or keep the noise down, or quit fidgeting, and he had so many questions that needed answers and thoughts that needed sharing he was about to burst, and given he was in St. Jude's he couldn't very well start talking to himself, or they'd lock him up somewhere horrible. The nurses had been telling him those things all day, and when Eddie had turned up for his radio show Campbell had barely raised his head in greeting. He'd hoped that the older man would notice that something was off, and see what he could do to fix it, but when Eddie was only brusque with him and seemingly uncaring that Campbell wasn't wittering in his ear, it made Campbell sink further into himself.

The show went the same as it would on any other day, with the exception of Campbell's usual puppy dog energy, and when they had finished and were packing up, he felt even worse than he had before. Eddie hadn't noticed that anything was off, and Campbell was overthinking, wondering if the man actually cared about him or if it was all an act, like so many people had done before out of pity or the feeling that they were doing something good (they weren't, Campbell could usually see right through it and honestly it was kind of offensive).

"Campbell, can ye pass me that record, please," Eddie asked, arm outstretched. Campbell was so deep in his thoughts and spiralling further and further towards the edge he didn't notice, not really, registering the words but not really listening, and his eyes were focusing on nothing and everything at once, seeing the hand Eddie held out, but not seeing it.

"Campbell, for Christ's sake, what's the matter with ye? Stop acting daft and pass it over!"

The words cut deep, Campbell's brain letting them resonate and echo around his head as previous situations similar to this were remembered. "What?" he whispered, blinking the tears back. "I'm not daft!" His voice rose, practically shouting the last word which sounded so much louder than he'd meant in the tiny studio. "Nothin's the matter with me, Eddie, not to you, is there! Have ye even noticed me, Eddie? Have ye noticed me?"

"Of course I've noticed ye, Campbell, you're very difficult to miss!"

That hurt too, twisting the metaphorical knife deeper into Campbell's gut. He was tired, so fucking tired, and worn out, and exhausted, and every other synonym of the damn word, and his usual limitless energy was used up. He scoffed, all but throwing the record at Eddie and shoving his hands in his trouser pockets, hunching his shoulders.

"Ye know," he said, voice thick from holding back tears. "My dad used to say the same thing about me. I thought you were gonnae be different, Eddie, but you're just like him, aren't ye." The words kept coming after that, tumbling out of his mouth before he even had a chance to think them up, and he couldn't even remember what he was saying. More about his dad, about Eddie, about himself. He kept talking, running his hands through his hair in frustration and tapping his fingers on the desk next to him, just needing something to do, to fiddle with, to let out some of this newfound energy that stemmed from the floodgates opening. This energy hurt, though, and he didn't like it.

He could see that his tapping was annoying Eddie, but he couldn't stop, and he couldn't stop talking, ranting about pointless things, and he hated himself for it. He couldn't stop the tears now either, and they were pouring down his cheeks as he shouted. He vaguely made a note of nurses running down the corridor, and there was Stuart, and there was Eddie, standing watching Campbell and doing nothing, just like his father had done.

He could barely get the words out now, sobs wracking his body and making him choke, and he was so far off the edge that he'd fucking fallen off and was plummeting into nothingness, negative thoughts and memories surrounding him and making him fall faster. He couldn't speak any faster, and yet somehow he wasn't going fast enough, and everything was closing in on him and expanding away all at once, and he realised that he wanted them to sedate him, just so that he didn't have to deal with this anymore.

If they could keep him under forever that would be even better.

They came and grabbed him at some point, although Campbell wasn't sure when; it could have taken them two seconds or they could have been moving towards him for two hundred years. He'd lost all concept of anything other than his thoughts and the look on Eddie's face, and he was still shouting and yelling as they stuck the needle into his leg and wiped him out.

~~~

Eddie had been having a shit day, with MacAteer throwing him under the bus (again) for something he didn't even do, and Griffin making him go out and not letting Eddie come back in the building until he'd made five sales. He'd then discovered that his car had a flat tyre when he'd left for the day, and had to take it to the garage, needing a taxi to get to St. Jude's. The taxi driver had then gotten stuck in traffic, and Eddie was going to be late for his radio show. Somehow he still made it there in time to get set up and start without Campbell stepping in, but he was at the end of his rope and Campbell not listening to him had just pushed that big red button in Eddie, making him explode and shout at the boy. Campbell had flinched slightly, then fallen straight into shouting back at him, tapping and fidgeting, and Eddie could only stare as he went on, unable to speak. His protégée wasn't allowing much room for Eddie to talk, mind you, with his incessant chatter about his father (oh god, Campbell thought that Eddie was like his father), and pretty much anything else that came into his head. Rosalie had fetched the nurses, and now they were taking a hold of the boy and pushing him to lie over the desk so that they could sedate him properly. Campbell kept shouting, clearly unravelling with each second that went by, and Eddie felt awful, knowing that he had ignored the way that Campbell wasn't his normal happy self, and had been the one to cause this episode.

The next few days were absolute agony for him, since they weren't letting anybody see Campbell and Eddie had to live with himself and the lack of knowledge of when he could go and see the young man torturing him.

He was going to make sure that Campbell knew how sorry Eddie was, and that he was nothing like the man that called himself Campbell's father.

~~~

It was dark when Campbell woke up, groggy and both physically and mentally drained, and the only light in the room was the lamp on his bedside table. He accidentally stared at the bulb, blinding himself momentarily as he tried to work out who was sat next to him. The mop of dark curly hair leaned forward, and as Campbell's eyes adjusted and blinked away the last of the drowsiness he recognised the figure as Eddie.

"Whadda you want," he slurred, voice thick from being knocked out and his accent stronger than it normally was. He felt bad about the harsh tone, overwhelming guilt crashing over him like a tidal wave, but the last thing he remembered was Eddie sounding like- no. He couldn't go there again, couldn't think about that or he'd end up the way he was before. He knew he must have been sedated, since he never normally slept that much, but there were no memories in his head of why.

"I'm sorry, Campbell. I was having a shit day at work, and I know it's not an excuse but I am sorry. I was a dick to ye, and I shoulda noticed that ye weren't yerself, and I'm sorry," Eddie said, making tears well up in Campbell's eyes. He pushed them away, stopping them from falling as he heard his father's voice in his head telling him that 'real men dinnae cry, Campbell, so quit yer whining'.

"I'm sorry too, Eddie, I'm sorry." He was struggling against the guilt that wracked him, making him want to cry, and when it felt like he would burst if he didn't stop resisting he turned his head away from Eddie and sobbed into his pillow. Campbell felt Eddie move closer, the bed dip under the older man's weight as he laid a hand on Campbell's shoulder, thumb stroking gently in awkward consolation.

They stayed that way for a while, every now and then exchanging the words "I'm sorry" and "I'm sorry too" with each other, until after what felt like an eternity Campbell's sobs turned to sniffles, and he pushed himself up to sit next to Eddie on the bed.

He wiped his face with his shirtsleeves, cringing at the fabric when it came away soaked and grimacing when, as he sniffed to clear his nose, he got a mouthful of snot and phlegm. "Ugh, gross," he muttered, gladly accepting the tissue Eddie passed him and blowing his nose loudly. They sat side by side, not saying anything for a while. Eddie seemed to be debating where to go from here, what to do, or say. Campbell was kicking his feet, bare soles scuffing the floor, and fiddling with a bit of dead skin on one of his fingers.

"Careful not to pull too much, yeah? You'll end up stripping the thing bare and bleeding everywhere," Eddie joked quietly, trying to do something to raise his friend's spirits. Campbell moved his hands, placing them either side of his body so that he wouldn't be too tempted to start picking again. "I really am sorry, Campbell. I shouldnae have snapped at ye like that."

"I'm sorry too, Eddie. Not quite sure what for, mind, cannae remember most of it now. I know I went manic though, so... sorry, for... that."

"S'alright, Campbell. S'alright. C'mere." Eddie pulled him into an awkward hug, arm around Campbell's shoulders as the boy wrapped an arm around Eddie's waist, the other supporting his weight on the bed behind them. It was nice (if a little uncomfortable, but Campbell wasn't going to complain), being hugged like this, and he was sad when he needed to sit upright again to save his back from protesting against the angle anymore.

"Thanks," he mumbled, wiping away the tears that had snuck out at the knowledge that he was being held by somebody he considered a father.

"Anytime, Campbell. Ye ever need a hug, ye tell me, yeah? Likely that I'll need one too."

Campbell nodded, letting a small smile grace his face. Eddie's own smile appeared.

"There he is, he's coming back now." Campbell let out a wet laugh, nodding again and leaping up from the bed.

"Aye. Campbell Bain is back, people, back to be the 'Bain' of yer existence!" Eddie chuckled, glad to see the boy feeling better. He knew in that moment he'd do everything he could for this boy, this bright young soul, to make sure he knew that he wasn't alone in the world.

"I'll always be here for ye, Campbell. I mean it. The other day willnae happen again, yeah? Not like that. I've got ye."

"Thanks, Eddie. Thank you," Campbell said, sitting down again, expression earnest. "Really. I couldnae... I couldnae ask for a better person to look up to." Eddie smiled, clicking his tongue and tilting his head slightly as he ruffled Campbell's hair.

"Ye want a cocoa? It'll help, I'm sure."

"Please."

"Alright, ye wait here, I'll be back in a minute." Eddie left, heading in the direction of the kitchens. Campbell smiled after him, letting cautious hope enter his heart. Eddie was trying his best to make it up to Campbell, which was something his father had never done. Cocoa would help, definitely. And after cocoa, everything would start looking up.

#campbell bain #taking over the asylum #eddie mckenna

[valkyrieandstrangeridingaragorn]

I will not stand for Stephen Strange slander like this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4VIlrrQndG8

Well, that's a load of bullshit. I get not liking a character but this is such a basic misunderstanding of Stephen that I don't even know where to start.

I'm seeing a pattern lately in fandom that is starting to worry me a bit. I see many fans listing the mistakes of the heroes and using that to claim they're not actually heroes because they made a mistake or they were wrong once in the past. It's a weird belief that unless the heroes are perfect and do everything right, one single mistake is enough to condemn them. Or not even a mistake, if they take action and the outcome is anything but ideal and perfect and results in zero casualties, these fans will tear them apart.

Another thing that worries me is how many fans seem to be so against disobeying rules. I've seen this in discussions regarding CW, Wanda and now Stephen. A character not following rules is enough reason to be called a villain in these fans' eyes. But that only applies to the heroes though. The villains who do in fact break those rules are usually justified and coddled, their intentions assumed to be better than they really are and they're almost automatically made sympathetic by these fans.

Related to that, I've also noticed a lot of talk about the heroes sacrificing something big to save someone, and these fans wondering why would they even bother to do that. Like OP wonders why Stephen would get into so much trouble to save America's life when she's not that important and incursions are far more relevant. It blows my mind that these fans need to have it explained to them that yes, heroes do in fact save people. That's the whole point of their existence and the people they save don't need to be VIPs or crucial to the story, even if it's just one civilian... you gotta save them too. Do we really need to explain this now?

In Stephen's case, the whole point of his first movie is that he has to learn and let go of his need for control and his unmovable beliefs. It's to get him out of his comfort zone so that he will be open to other people's views so that he will see beyond himself. The OP just lists his mistakes and claims those are the only things that define him while at the same time completely ignoring every single time he showed he had learnt from them.

The NWH hate doesn't surprise me, Stephen was misunderstood heavily by a lot of fans in that movie, but I gotta say what bothers me the most is that OP seems to believe everyone suffered from the Snap... and what, Stephen didn't? The one man who had to watch 14 million different outcomes, who had to sacrifice his own life and had the weight of the entire universe upon his shoulders, who is most likely traumatized by it, he didn't suffer? No empathy at all for him?

And what's worse, OP blames Stephen for Wanda's behaviour. Lovely. Not the Darkhold, no, it's Stephen's fault. He should have reasoned with her. It's not like he literally tried to do that in the garden. 🙄

But this thing OP says is like a slap in the face: "Strange learnt nothing from any of this. He is still going to break the rules and cause problems because, ultimately, he's not really the one paying the price."

He's not the one paying the price. Unfuckingbelievable.

#stephen strange #doctor strange #I will never understand why these people are unable to see Stephen's pain and sacrifice #is it because he's not an edgy villain? is it because his pain is silent? #oh and OP mentioned 'arrogance' like a million times too #yeah I get it... that was one of his flaws #but it is disingenuous to claim Stephen has not learnt from DS1 #just say you don't understand his character and go

[teatitty]

For anyone curious, this is what Dandelion's writing has to say about Regis in the Blood and Wine expansion of TW3:

Firstly, when penning the quest that has Geralt running into Regis again for the first time in years, Dandy writes this

Here I must explain that, years ago, Regis had joined Geralt's band of fellow travelers (of which I was a proud part) and set off with us in search of Ciri. Together we lived through many fascinating adventures and Regis proved himself a loyal friend, the kind you can trust with your life.

And then, on a bookshelf inside the crypt where you run into Regis, you can find a book titled "Biography of the Vampire Regis, From the Quill of Dandelion." Of course, like all large tomes in games, you don't get to read the whole thing but you do get a nice few passages of Dandelion talking about who Regis was and the friendship they shared

One of the most extraordinary individuals I have encountered during my numerous adventures at Geralt's side was the vampire known as Regis. To be precise, he was known as Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy. By his own reckoning, he was 428 years old and was the descendant of unfortunate beings trapped in our world during the Conjunction of Spheres. You are surely thinking, Dear Reader, about katakans, alps and other such monsters and are pondering how it was that the witcher – who, it must be admitted, is a slayer of monsters – came to keep such company. I must here explain that Regis was a higher vampire, a creature which physically does not differ all that much from a man. Higher vampires are also much more powerful than their wild confreres, and their regenerative abilities significantly outpace those of anything else you have encountered or can even imagine. But it is not because of his outer appearances or inner strengths that Regis became our dear companion. True, he could be pretentious and rather pompous in his frequent length perorations, but one would be hard-pressed to find in him the haughtiness usually present in higher beings. Regis valued human life dearly and refused to kill unless forced to do so. As he once confessed, higher vampires do not in fact need to drink blood at all in order to survive. They treat it somewhat as we treat alcohol. A rough grasp of this dynamic might be given to you by the fact that, when we met him, Regis had been abstinent for years. He never revealed to us why he decided to join our search for Ciri. He had never met her before. Nor did he live to see her. He died at Stygg Castle, during the battle against the mad mage Vilgefortz, who was responsible for the whole affair. He died for a cause which he surely did not fully understand, but he did it to defend those he held dear and simply because it was the right thing to do. I shall always remember him as a rural surgeon reeking of herbs – that is how he came to us during our first encounter at the Fen Carn necropolis, when he treated me and my companions to a fantastic brew me made from mandrake root. Wherever you are, my friend, bottoms up!

#the witcher books #emiel regis #lore post

[misery-has-no-company-now]

*puts nerf gun to your head* wholesome NY hc’s :)

**dw you don’t actually have to**

Ahh New York my boyyy I'm so happy!! Sorry I didn't really see this earlier so I'm answering it kind of a lot later than when you sent it

Come to think of it, most of the hcs I've had for this adorable cat are actually angst-filled 😭😭 (sorry NY 🥲) so let's see what I've got...

Hmm okay so he's old, right? Like maybe not to the OG 13 but for the rest of the states he definitely acts like a grandpa without even meaning to. Gov has banned Vermont from having any maple syrup in the statehouse ever since a disastrous dentist trip? Oh no, who took him outside during the winter to make maple taffy?? What's that - he looked sad, New York? Hmm alrighttt thennn... ✨️✨️

Also I feel like he gives great hugs. Hugs from New York are rare but the best, so even through they're infrequent, they're to die for. Some of the younger states in the west have had physical brawls over who gets to cuddle with New York first when he's in a good mood. New York is amazing at comforting people, because despite the 'leave-me-alone-I-don't-care' attitude he displays, man's got a heart of gold and is wonderful at helping people stop crying.

Also he's not just good at hugging others. He himself loves being cuddled, but you'll never hear it from him. After a long tiring day of work (he is definitely a workaholic I don't even need to explain this about him), he goes up to the other NE states or Loui (because if you don't love Loui, then you're the problem - not him) and just curls up by their side like a cat (obviously). Whoever he chooses will usually just sit there in the silence and relax with him, since he doesn't talk much as it is - preferring to let his actions speak for themselves - so when he's tired there's no way you're hearing much from him.

He loves music. He tries to go at least once every weekend to the park and listen to his favourite punk rock songs (I don't know any so I can't give examples here) while feeding the pigeons there.

Speaking of pigeons, those creatures love him and he loves them. He could just be out on the street with another state and one of these birds will come up to him to perch on his shoulder. Also rats. This is, unsurprisingly, a major source of his arguments with the others but he will keep a few as pets all the time. He once tried to make a sanctuary dedicated solely to pigeons and rats. Following disasters unforeseen (only by him), he now sticks to bird-feeders in his balcony and keeping the occasional pocket-warmer rat in his jacket.

His black jacket is his favourite thing to wear. Unless he's going to an event wherein he absolutely feels it wouldn't be right to wear (and he should know, after all, since New York is recognised as the official capital of US fashion apparently - ignore this time's Fashion Week, we all have bad years), he will adorn it all the time. It's practically a part of his personality now; one of his defining features.

Another thing that he rarely ever opens is his red beanie (I'm ignoring his current outfits in recent videos, only other thing I really like is that grey T-shirt with "New York vs Everyone Else" or something like that. I hope to someday have a shirt like that but with my name instead). I'm not the first to say this but he has the fluffiest hair. He doesn't let many touch it, or touch him in general, but those who he cuddles up with when tired will unreservedly stroke his hair because it's so calming for both of them...but NY was not the one who said this.

Roses are a love language in themselves and he expressed his love with them. He knows exactly what each type of rose represents, and not only does he give them out to people accordingly, but he also helps the other states give someone they adore the right roses. He's even aided some of the states into their present relationships too. Flowers in general are also something he likes, and he even keeps a garden filled with them during the right seasons.

Also since the UN World Headquarters are located in New York, he gets along well with the other countries too, consequently keeping in touch with IDC a lot. I firmly believe that he was the one to teach her stuff like diplomacy and all that, just as I think he was the one who really taught Gov how to run a nation and make a country stronger. This doesn't really come in wholesome NY hcs exactly but I do have some thoughts about this so if you want me to I'll elaborate on them.

I didn't really have many wholesome headcannons either so I've given some other ones as well too hope that's fine. Thanks for your ask and do give me more in the future! I'd love to answer them! I really don't mind being asked for hcs.

Now put down the nerf gun you don't want to get hurt 🙃 /j

#thanks for your ask! #asks answered #welcome to the table #wttt #wttt new york #wttsh #welcome to the statehouse