#but i’m just in a weird mood and change is scary and it’s still the fucking pandemic

[cinnamostar]

four dates to fall in love

part one. part two. part three. part four (here). part five (coming soon).

pairing : hyunjin x gn!reader

summary : after a two year long unspoken hatred, hyunjin and you are forced to be costars in a romantic series, but when it comes to filming any of the romance scenes, you both utterly fail and are unable to get through your lines. the director threatens to take your roles away if you two aren't able to get past this within the next week, which spawns the genius idea from both your managers: can you learn to (fake) fall in love in seven dates and save your careers?

wc : 2.7k

cw : actor!au, enemies to lovers ?!, slowburn , not proofread, blood/knife ments (no injury, theyre just cooking lol), emotional vulnerability

a/n : welcome to part four. the slow burn is absolutely slowburning. things are happening. i dont have much to say other than it being hard for me to write, but pls let me know what you think!!!!!! likes and reblogs appreciated!

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“It went well?” Chan exclaimed in shock over your speakerphone.

You hum in agreement, confusion in the forefront of your mind, “Surprisingly, it went better than I could have ever imagined,” a sigh escapes you, “I don’t know, it’s weird.”

“Well, the fact he even apologized caught me off guard in the first place.”

You laugh lightly, “Oh, trust me, I still am having a hard time believing it. It’s been so long of him being an asshole to me, so seeing him like this was… very different. A little scary, if I’m being honest.”

“Yet it still went well even though it was kinda weird?”

“I mean, it was really awkward at the start which was annoying, but I can’t blame him. He genuinely did look like he felt bad, so it probably was hard to be in his position,” you think aloud, “But it was getting too much and he was putting a damper on the mood, so I tried to make him more comfortable, which worked. Then we started talking, and I don’t really know how to say it, but it felt… really nice? It made me realize that maybe I did miss our friendship.”

“Well, you guys did get along really well before everything happened. To be honest, I thought there was something more going on before then,” Chan recalls, “Though, his sudden change made me realize I was way off.”

Your eyebrows furrow at Chan’s comment, “Something more? Like romantic?”

He chuckles from the other end of the line, “Yeah, I thought something was going on between you two. You guys just seemed to click really well, better than any other costar you’ve had in the past, even to this day. Lowkey thought it was going to be a Tom Holland and Zendaya moment.”

“Jesus,” you mutter, “Definitely not that, I never thought of him that way.”

“You say that, but I remember the heart eyes you used to look at him with,” he teases.

“Oh, shut up. I did not. Besides, that’s not what’s important in the present time!”

He rolls his eyes, even though you couldn’t see it, you could feel it in his tone, “Yeah, yeah, whatever you say. You’re right though, it is a difficult situation for both of you to be in. Other than it being uncomfortable, how are you feeling about it?”

You let out a heavy sigh, “I mean, part of me is happy to be able to have a normal relationship with him, but… I’m still really mad at him for how he treated me. I don’t think it’s something I can let go of yet.”

“That’s okay. You have time to process all of that, no one is rushing you.”

“I know, but for a moment yesterday, I kinda forgot about all that. I had fun with him, and I want to keep having fun, but then I remember everything and feel so… upset that I am even letting him back into my life, even if it's for a bit.”

“Huh…” Chan muddles over your words for a moment, “That is quite the dilemma. I think you have every right to be upset at him, but I also think it’s okay if you miss your friend. I just think you have to figure out what kind of boundaries you want to set for yourself then. I think you can still have a nice time with him without him earning your forgiveness just yet. He can be a surface level friend or acquaintance until he proves himself trustworthy again.”

“You’re right, but I just didn’t like how easily it slipped my mind. Part of me feels like I should still be more on guard and not as friendly, but he makes that hard too.”

“Y/N, it’ll be okay,” he reassures, “You’ll figure it out, but it’s perfectly fine for you to have fun, while still having boundaries, okay?”

You sigh, still a bit unconvinced by his words, “I guess…”

“I know it’s hard, I can’t imagine what it's like to be in your position, but I promise it will be okay.”

“I’ll believe you just this once!”

“You say that every time, but sure, just this once. Call you tomorrow, alright?”

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It was the next evening, and you were anxiously waiting in your apartment for Hyunjin to arrive. You weren’t sure how today was going to go, and the idea Changbin had for you both today made you nervous, as it felt as a far more intimate setting than the previous dates. Although, you couldn’t entirely argue with his logic. Today, he suggested that you both cooked a simple dinner with each other, the idea being that it would help you both learn how to work together towards a common goal, which was dinner in this case.

Despite you being able to understand the logic behind his idea, it was incredibly intimidating to think about having Hyunjin in your own home, especially considering the sudden change in dynamic in your relationship. Even then, you didn’t just let anyone into your home, as you only ever had your closest friends come over for small hang outs, so this was far outside of your comfort zone, but perhaps that was a good thing. Maybe going out of your comfort zone with Hyunjin would only help you both succeed the next time you found yourselves on set, and perhaps something as intimate as cooking together would help you both ease into your roles.

A knock on the door wakes you from your thoughts, prompting you to shuffle hurriedly towards the door to open it for none other than Hyunjin. He greets you with a gentle smile, bowing his head slightly as you let him in wordlessly. There is an awkwardness that hangs in the atmosphere, indicating that you both were uncomfortable with today’s plans and he, too, was likely struggling to find the right words to say.

You take a deep breath in, almost as if you were catching your breath, “Welcome to my place!” You cringe internally at yourself, unable to handle the intensity of the awkwardness between you two and how poor your attempt was to disperse it.

“It’s really nice!” he compliments, standing in place by the entrance after removing his shoes.

“Thank you,” you respond, “Uhm, just follow me, the kitchen is this way. And all the ingredients are ready for us to use, Changbin had them delivered.”

Hyunjin follows you into the kitchen, his eyes taking in every detail around him, filling him with delight to see how characteristic of you the apartment was, it being a perfect representation of your personality. “What are we making again? I don’t think Changbin filled me in.”

“Oh, we’re just making curry udon! It’s something I’ve made before and it’s not too hard. My bad, I didn’t tell Changbin what we were making which is probably why he didn’t tell you. All I did was send him an ingredient list.”

“I forgot you like cooking,” he replies as he stops in your kitchen, quickly turning to the sink to wash his hands.

You hum in response, washing your hands after him, “I think it can be relaxing, but uh, if you want you can start with chopping the carrots and potatoes? I’ll handle the onion and garlic.” Hyunjin nods and follows your orders without much trouble, or so you think, until you turn around and see him holding the knife in a very precarious and questionable manner. Your eyes widen as you rush towards, “Oh my god, that is not how you should be trying to cut a potato. Have you not chopped a veggie in your entire life?”

He smiles sheepishly, shrugging his shoulders, “Listen, I don’t do this cooking thing often,” a gentle chuckle leaving him as he takes amusement in your concern, his heart thumping over the sudden proximity you both now shared.

“I-,” you sigh with a baffled expression, “Okay, let me just show you because I am not having you accidentally bleeding out all over my counter.” 

“You’re more worried about your counters than me?”

“Shut up,” you suppress a laugh before softly whispering, “Here, just do it like this,” you reach over and lay your hands atop of his without second thought, guiding him on how to position his hands without the risk of injury. Once you’ve become aware of how your bodies are pressed up against each other from the side, you jump away in an instant, “That’s it! That’s all you gotta do.” You’re quick to avoid eye contact with him, turning towards your own cutting board as you chastise yourself for being so careless with him at that moment.

Hyunjin’s face and ears were soon dusted with a soft pink, heat rushing across his body over the interaction that seemed so natural, but manages to mutter out a quiet ‘thank you’ before trying his knife skills out once more. Despite your momentary embarrassment, you are sure to take sneaky peaks at Hyunjin to make sure he was handling himself well. You move on from chopping and turn your attention to seasoning the chicken while Hyunjin was still focused on the vegetables, going at a leisurely place which you much preferred in this case. 

The rest of cooking goes on in silence aside from the occasional instruction or question, small witty jokes, and touches that seemed to linger more than necessary, but perhaps that was your imagination. Once everything was done, you both sat across from each other, admiring the fruits of your shared labor that was now plated in front of you both. 

“It looks really good!” Hyunjin comments enthusiastically, a wide, toothy grin spreading across his face. 

“It does, right? Let’s eat!”

Neither you miss a beat, taking a huge bite of the udon noodles, letting out a delighted groan over just how flavorful the food was. “Woah,” Hyunjin groans out, surprise at how well tonight had gone thus far with the added victory of food, “Holy shit, this is so yummy.”

“Mhmm,” you mumble out between slurping noodles, “This is better than when I make it on my own.”

“It’s the Hyunjin special that you’ve been missing this whole time,” he says matter-of-factly with a smug smile.

“You’re being pretty bold for a guy who just learned how to hold a knife today,” you tease, playfully sticking your tongue out. Your eyes catch each other for a moment between your fits of giggles, time stopping for the briefest second possible before you both avert your eyes out of nerves. What was that? You thought frantically to yourself, suddenly hyper aware of the strange warmth in your stomach that was also accompanied with the feeling of your stomach dropping. It was an uncomfortable feeling, one you didn’t know how to explain or ever experienced before, but you did know you didn’t want that combination of symptoms again for whatever emotion this was. You clear your throat, taking a sip of water as if it would wash away the discomfort, “I guess we are pretty good, huh? Maybe our acting project has hope if we are able to work this well together,” you joke, a very poor, if not disastrous, attempt to alleviate the awkwardness that seemed to follow you everywhere these days.

Your words stab Hyunjin in the heart, the guilt he had once forgotten was knocking at the door of his heart, forcing itself in without his permission. His entire demeanor deflated the moment those words left your lips, his heart writhing at the reminder that the only reason this situation existed was because of him and his blinding stupidity. Yet, here you are, warmly inviting into your home and treating him as if he was an old friend of the past, as if he had never wounded you and he couldn’t help but wonder if he was deserving of any of this. He stood still, gulping down his food before faintly whispering a hushed apology.

“I’m sorry.”

Your head snaps back up, your eyebrows furrowing with worry once you sense the sadness lacing his trembling voice, his head now turned downwards as if he was trying to mask his state. Perhaps the joke was a little too soon, you thought, now it being your turn to feel bad. “Ah, Hyunjin, I’m sorry-” you apologize hurriedly, “It was just a joke, please don’t take it too seriously. I’m sorry.”

He forces a smile, waving his hand as if to tell you to not worry about it, the words at the forefront of his tongue, but caught in his throat due to the heaviness sinking in his chest. Once again, shame paralyzed his body, the warm sensation behind his eyes reminding him to blink, reminding him he shouldn’t be so selfish in his pain when he was the cause of so much discomfort. Was any of this okay? Was any of this right? He wonders to himself, still unable to find forgiveness within himself. 

“Hyunjin,” you speak tenderly, your hand reaching across the table to touch his arm, grounding him back in the present, “I promise, it’s okay.” You knew that last bit was a lie, but it was for his own sake and comfort at this point. His treatment, his behavior, his attitude – none of it was ever okay, but you decided to ignore your own feelings and prioritize his. For the first time in two years, you cared about how he felt, you finally cared how your words harmed him, when before all you ever aimed for was a strike to his heart, but today, you chose to comfort his heart that your words unintentionally wounded. Although, your own heart and conscience briefly argued for a moment, one wanting to tend to his hurt, while the other demanded you let him rot in his misery, insisting he deserved it for what he had put you through. It was a tug-of-war you weren’t enjoying, you had almost wished you two remained in your heated hatred for one another and that nothing ever changed. Despite what your mind screamed at you, you chose to listen to your heart, you chose him over yourself.

He takes a deep breath in, trying to collect himself before speaking, “I just–,” a heavy exhale escapes him, “I’m just sorry. I just feel really, really, really bad for everything, but I also feel like I’m not allowed to feel bad when I was the one to hurt you.”

His eyes met yours, the glassiness of his eyes conveying the depth of his guilt, “Oh, Hyunjin,” you whisper apologetically, “Listen, I won’t lie to you, what you did was shitty. You did hurt me, but that is in the past. You feeling bad about it means you’re a good person, right? It means you’re human and that you care, but I don’t want you to let your guilt overwhelm you either.”

It was a genuine response in a moment of sudden vulnerability, your response taking him aback, but the words temporarily placating his never ending thoughts, “I guess, but… I don’t know if I can forgive myself,” he mumbles.

“You don’t have to yet, but you can learn to eventually,” you reply, “I understand it’s hard, and even I still need more time to do that myself, but I do think you deserve to be kind to yourself.” None of that was a lie, you did truly believe he was deserving of his own compassion, but his culpability helped you see the humanity in him. The spitefulness you once knew him for nowhere to be found, but instead there was only a guilt-ridden man who carried a world of humiliation. “I think I can learn to do so soon, too. Spending time with you helps. Besides, I did miss being friends with you if I’m being honest.”

The last sentence causes him to perk up, a small, satisfied smile playing onto your lips, “Really?” he asks, his ears barely believing your words, but his heart was swelling with hope. His eyes search yours, he can’t help but notice how they glimmer under the soft lowlights of your home, and for some reason, he finds warmth and comfort in them. He knows he can trust you, he knows you are being as candor as possible.

“Really, I mean it.”

“I missed it too.”

“Well, I’ll do my best to learn to trust you again. I’ll learn to forgive you eventually, just for now, it still hurts.”

“I’m sorry. I’ll learn too.”

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[bitchinbarzal]

waiting | R Mcgroarty

summary: song fic for waiting by norah jones

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Hush now watch the stars fall Into a fire wall

I am waiting here Waiting for you to come home

You stood shivering on the side of the road, wrapped in that foil blanket the firefighters had given you.

You watched with watery eyes as they finally pulled him from the car.

It felt like an out of body experience watching his lifeless body lay in the street before they finally covered it up.

Luca screamed your name from behind the yellow tape until the police let him through, the rest of the team still there watching.

He ran to you, standing infront of you and taking your eyes off Rutger for once this evening.

“Y/N, what’s happened? What’s going on? Are you-“

You mumbled softly “He’s dead… he died Luca, Rut is dead” before dropping the foil blanket to show him your blood stained hands.

He held your shaking hands “It’s gonna be ok”

“He’s gone…”

Melting icy snow l am waiting here, Waiting for you to come home

As the semester carried on, the world continued to spin around you.

You went back to that intersection everyday.

You sat on the bench across from where it happened, you could still hear the tires screeching and the yelling. You can feel that blood soaking your hands when you fired to shake him awake.

You sat at the intersection just hoping he’d roll up to that stop sign and call for you to hop in.

You felt sick.

You’d been feeling sick lately, tired and moody too. The doctor said it wasn’t out with the norm for victims of trauma to suffer these side effects even two months on.

You didn’t like sleeping because it would happen all over again infront of you while you slept.

The boys took turns sleeping on your couch to keep an eye on you. Majority of the time they’d end up in your bed holding you as it was the only way to sleep, when you’d wake up you’d forget for a split second that it wasn’t Rutger holding you.

Those few seconds were the best few seconds in your day.

Now, they were holding back your hair as your projectile vomited into the toilet bowl.

Mark’s hand rubbed small circles in your lower back, coaxing you through “You should see a doctor”

“I did, she said it was fine”

“This” he gestured to you “isn’t fine! This isn’t grief, I mean if I didn’t know any better I’d say you were pregnant”

His comment made your body run stiff “What?”

“I said-“

“I know what you said Mark! What if I’m- I think you’re right” realization settled over your body when you slumped down against his leg to think of your missed periods, sickness, mood changes all were excused as grief.

Your head dropped onto Mark’s knee while you sniffled softly. His hand combed through your hair “You good?”

“I really, really wish you were Rut”

When will I ever learn that If I wait it doesn't mean you will return

You sat in the damp grass with your head leaning onto the side of the stone.

“She thinks you’re a little weird for not coming to the appointments” you commented, shifting to get comfortable “How awkward would it be if I told her where you really were”

It felt weird to joke and not hear his laugh in return.

Sighing, you pull the envelope out of your jacket pocket “find out together, eh?”

“I miss you baby, so much” you start, hands shaking with the envelope in them “This is so scary going through this, I really want to just hold your hand Rut… I’m waiting for you to just come home”

You paused for a moment as if waiting for an answer and when it didn’t come you continued opening the envelope.

“Okay… three, two, one-“ you pulled the paper out, the blue writing confronting you head on.

A tsunami of emotions hit you at once and you began sobbing

“A boy, our boy… your boy, you’re coming home to me Rut”

“Come home”

Now all the stars have gone, cracks of dawn

Towards the end of your pregnancy things got better. You spent less time at the intersection and more time painting his room.

You smiled now which nobody had seen in a long time. You were excited about things and it made everyone so happy.

You called his sister everyday to give updates on babyboy, listening to her as she’d tell the bump stories of his dad.

You also told him stories. The ones where you fell in love, the things you wanted him remembered for.

“Your daddy is the best person ever, but you already know that he’s keeping you safe before he sends you home to me”

I'm waiting here, Waiting for you to come home.

He came early.

The baby wasn’t due in March, he wasn’t due yet.

You panicked, crying for Rutger to hold your hand and sobbing when you realized that wasn’t an option.

“I want Rut!” You cried, squeezing Luca’s hand

“I know, it’s ok”

“It’s not ok! This isn’t-“

Luca pulled your phone off the table and fiddled about with it until he pressed play.

“Hey pretty girl, just calling to check in” it was Rutgers voice, a voicemail he’d left when you were studying late one night “I love you, you can do this! You can do anything”

When his voice stopped you cried “What-“

“You heard him Y/N, you can do it… he trusted you”

You heard his voice the whole night coaxing you through it, you just thought of him.

He finally arrived, perfect and healthy. Like he was right one time. Heaven sent.

Rutger McGroarty Jr

30 March. 06:25am

You held him in your arms, rocking him back and forth.

“You came home to me, you’re finally home… I’ve been waiting for you”

#rutger mcgroarty x reader #rutger mcgroarty imagine

[lino-nyangi]

imagine you and lee know still being in that weird space where you’re not together but you both know there’s something between you two, and one day, when you’re hanging out at your place, you challenge minho to stare into each other’s eyes without looking away and he gets all nervous and is struggling really hard to not look down to your lips……. i’m 🥹

PLEASE i don't like being stuck in between and like not knowing... what we are like no labels whatsoever but if it means being close to him........ fine i guess as long as it's not sexual.

wc: <0.9k

warnings: just mutual pining, mentions of food. not proofread!

your heart would feel like bursting every time you're together because you have the biggest crush on him and it just feels different. whenever you're with him, the mood immediately changes. he feels right, almost like he feels the same way like you can't be insane. you know he's considerate enough to not play with your feelings, so there must be something.

something in the way his tone changes and becomes softer when he addresses you. in the way he looks after you, noticing the smallest details: your mood, your hairstyle, is this lipstick new? the color looks pretty on you. offering you rides when it's raining. buying your favorite snacks (of course he already caught on those). keeping a soft grip on your sleeve or an arm ghosting over your shoulder in crowded places so you don't feel nervous. because he wants you to know he's there but at the same time doesn't want to touch you until he gets your explicit consent, or you hold him instead, which is all he wants honestly. in the way he reaches across the table to ever so gently brush a strand of hair away from your face, prompting you to continue what you were talking about, not realizing he jumbled up your train of thoughts.

how he texts and calls you all the time and gets called out in front of you by hyunjin for doing that but not even reading his messages. how when you're together, none of his friends tries to make a move on you, no one questions who's this person he's spending a lot of time with, as if you're already his.

something in the way it feels exclusive when it's not, at least not verbally. in the way he looks at you, just like now. even though it's a stupid staring contest you started while you wait for the food delivery. he's been to your place multiple times, and that already says a lot. you've let him in where you're the most vulnerable and your cat likes him, so that must be a sign.

you instantly regret suggesting this game. who were you kidding? you couldn't keep eye contact for shit, especially not with him. his eyes are so pretty and somehow always sparkling. the way the thick lashes feather over his brown irises make them look impossibly soft. you want to look at them forever, but at the same time they make your heart beat out of your chest.

if only you knew he felt exactly the same. maybe you do, minho thinks, or hopes. he's certainly not able to be subtle about the way his eyes keep itching to travel down to your soft lips, his pursed in a nervous smile. he's not sure if he wants you to notice the blush on his ears or not. if you do, he'll win the staring contest and then tease you for losing to brush off your remark. if you don't, he gets to keep his feelings for himself a little longer. at least as long as he needs to gather his thoughts and ask you out properly. he knows it's kind of selfish, keeping you hooked. but he also knows you could've just walked away if you weren't interested, he's figured that much about your personality. or much more actually.

your little game gets interrupted by the delivery service, so none of you wins. but you blink away first at the bell so he still announces his victory.

he fetches the food for you, having also ordered it on his name, with his money. another thing that made your stomach churn and heart flutter. living alone was already scary, so as soon as he felt like it wasn't weird to say, he offered that you use his name for any delivery you have, just to be safe from creeps. if an uber or any strange man asks, you live with him and he's waiting for you at home. it's all small acts of service that made you feel so safe around him, or just knowing he's there whenever.

you snuggle closer to him than usual on the couch while you watch, hoping he doesn't notice. "it's cold tonight." you mumble an unprompted excuse. he gives you a quick glances before reaching for the folded knitted blanket on his side, draping it over your form. now you have no excuse. sigh.

"do you... want?" you trail, words failing you as you motion the blanket over his lap before you hear his answer, probably the boldest move you made today. progress maybe?

he doesn't mind, humming and adjusting the blanket on the two of you. you could swear he voluntarily shifted closer as well.

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you rub your feet together through your socks nervously while you watch him put on his shoes in the doorway, ready to leave. too soon.

"minho."

"hm?"

"are you... free tomorrow?"

"tomorrow? hmm," he repeats, looking up as if to think about his schedule for the next day. it's so cute, this little thing he does when he's thinking, lips pouted in concentration.

he blinks back at you, "no i don't."

you can't help but giggle, he was too obvious. "what did you just cancel?"

he laughs back sheepishly after being caught, "nothing. just errands that could be postponed. what do you want to do?"

#i got carried away sorry #i want to be his friend and just crush on him in hidden #lee know fluff #minho fluff #lee minho fluff #lee know x reader #lee know fanfic #kpop imagines #stray kids imagine #stray kids imagines #kpop scenarios #stray kids scenarios #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #skz imagines #stray kids fanfic #skz scenarios

[frvnkcastles]

hi bestie i have a fic request if you’re taking them :) one where frank and reader have been seriously dating for a while and they’ve both started to think about marriage but haven’t discussed it together. so i’m thinking frank asks out of the blue after being nervous and acting weird for a couple days, he says something like “i ain’t asking yet, but if i asked you to marry me, would you say yes?”

but if you’re not taking requests or if this doesn’t inspire you, please disregard and have a super nice day!! 🥰🌷🌟

NEVER BE ALONE AGAIN ➵ F. CASTLE

Summary: When your friend’s wedding comes up, Frank is convinced he wants one with you.

Warnings: Mentions of loss, mostly just fluff, feminine nicknames

Word count: 2k

Author’s note: This was actually a half-finished fic I had written a few years ago and this request inspired me to adapt it a little bit and finish it :) I hope you like it <3 I would marry this man in a heartbeat.

Ever since your and Frank’s two friends had announced they were getting married, he had been rewinding back to how it had felt for him. The domesticity, the joy of calling his wife, well, his wife; the relief of having someone by his side through thick and thin. That last part still rang true for him — you were his rock as he was yours, and it was for that reason that he reflected upon his first marriage with fondness and nostalgia, instead of the usual misery and regret. It still hurt, but as he watched you fill out the RSVP card and giddily talk about getting to take part in your dear friend’s wedding… yeah, that softened the blow.

In fact, it made him think of something he had long ago given up on. Revived some old dream he had buried, brought back feelings he hadn’t expected to ever feel again. Because of you. And as he watched you sit on the floor in front of him, rambling on about the kind of dress you’d be wearing, he couldn’t help but suppress a smile — not just at the idea of you in that dress, but the fact that you were all his. Awkward rambles and all.

And my God, was he all yours.

The more he thought about gathering up the courage to ask you to marry him, the more nervous he became. He was usually so unwavering and confident, but it was no news that next to the women he loved, he was just a puppy dog. He was far from scary or menacing — he was just a man in love, hoping the woman of his dreams wanted to spend the rest of her days with him the way he did, too.

Still, he had hoped you wouldn’t notice. But apparently, he wasn’t as good at hiding it as he thought.

You first picked up on something on his mind when he was watching you try on your dress for the wedding. You were rambling about the details on the dress when you realized that even for someone quiet, Frank was being exceptionally silent. You looked at him through the mirror, only to find him smiling at you from across the room, dark eyes focused on you yet his attention not quite there.

”Baby?” you spoke up, ”you okay there?”

Clearing his throat, Frank nodded and wiped the lovestruck smile off of his face. ”Just fine, sweetheart. You look really pretty, y’know that? Could stare at you all day”, he noted, making you blush and forget all about the worry embering in your heart.

He was good at deflecting, making you flustered with genuine but calculated compliments, and changing the subject when you tried to poke. But as endearing as his longing gazes could be, you noticed he got quiet when you showed him pictures of your friend’s wedding ring, and again when you decided to get in the right mood by watching your favorite rom-com.

Finally, when you were listening to the playlist your friend had sent over, and Frank seemed to grow uncomfortable yet again, you decided to be brave and approach the subject head-on.

”Hey, you know you don’t have to come with me, right?” you pointed out, and with his eyebrows drawn together, Frank looked over to you from across the couch where you were both seated.

”You don’t want me to?” he questioned, seeming a little dejected, so you rushed to grab his hand.

”I want you there. But I can tell this might be a little much for you, and it’s no wonder. It’s okay to be sad, my love. Don’t push yourself too hard, okay?” you pleaded, and with an affectionate smile breaking on his face, Frank pulled you in so he could kiss your temple.

”It ain’t that, I promise. Sure, it’s, uh… a reminder, I s’pose. But right now, ’m just feelin’ real lucky to be here with you, aight?” he reassured you, and even though you seemed hesitant to believe him, you nodded.

”I want to be there with you”, Frank added.

And indeed, when the day of the wedding arrived, you were the only thing in his sights. You looked breathtaking in the lilac dress and he made sure you knew — and when you returned the compliment at his suit with a cheeky joke, his heart made a somersault in his chest. You were radiating with joy and love all day long, yet at the same time you had taken on so much responsibility to ensure your friend would have a smooth celebration, and that all the guests would feel at home. You were a natural and it warmed Frank’s heart even when you rejected his help with a kiss and told him to get a drink.

That was what he did, his gaze still stuck on you as you danced with one of your mutual friends’ kids across the venue. A soft smile tugged on his lips as he watched you shed the jacket he had given you so you could move easier, your laugh easy to pick out even through the music and chatter. You were his whole focus, always.

Chuckling, Frank then finished his beer before striding across the floor and over to you. He’d have to wait until later to make his plan come true, but until then, he was desperate to hold you close to him.

”Mind if I cut in, buddy?” Frank rasped at the little boy you had been twirling around, and although he seemed reluctant, above all he was intimidated by the burly man by your side suddenly. Quick as that, the kids vanished from around you and you couldn’t help but giggle while turning to Frank who instinctively slid his hands across your hips to reel you into his chest.

”It’s mean to scare kids”, you pointed out teasingly, well-aware that children adored him — he was a dad through and through, but there was no doubt that for the sake of stealing you all to himself, he had put a little extra meanness into his stare.

”What can I say, sweetheart”, he whispered into your ear, his smile touching your cheek as he leaned into you, ”I get jealous easily.”

You laughed at that, and it only widened Frank’s grin as he dropped his forehead to yours and swayed side to side with you. You were shorter but you were managing to hold onto his neck, nearly on your tiptoes as he took the lead and moved you across the floor in gentle, tender movements. His firm chest felt like a safe place and his arms around you put a smile on your face — almost as big as the love in your eyes as you shyly beamed up at him.

You couldn’t help but notice him glancing around while you kept dancing, his hands just the slightest bit shaky instead of their steady selves, and a frown deepened your forehead. ”Are you okay, baby? You seem… nervous, again”, you pointed out, and quickly looking back at you, he nodded.

”I’m okay, sweetheart”, he insisted before leaning foreard to kiss your forehead. ”Hey, I love you. With my whole damn heart, you know that? Ain’t no one I’d rather be dancin’ with right now”, he went on, and feeling you tense up in his arms, he emphasized his own words, ”no one.”

You nearly shed a tear at that, and even though they didn’t hold as much meaning coming from you, you returned the sentiment. ”Me either”, you hummed into his chest, ”I love you so much, Frank.”

More than one song passed with him just holding you, thinking of how lucky he was, the occasional careful kiss pressed into your hair while you clung onto him. It was warm and safe and you wouldn’t have changed a thing for the world.

Only when the midnight hours were rolling in, the crowd was beginning to dismantle and the happily new-weds were officially sent off to their honeymoon. As you watched their car drive away with all their loved ones waving them off, you couldn’t help but tear up — in response, Frank took your hand and held it as tight as you needed.

Not much later, people were turning to you to thank for a job well done before leaving in their own rides. Frank could have sworn you were an angel, smiling at each and every one of them and wishing them a safe journey home. Eventually, there was no one left but you and him and the clean-up crew, and just as you faced Frank to tell him your feet were killing you, he interjected by simply standing there.

He was holding a big bouquet of different colored roses in his hands, looking absolutely gorgeous with his dark eyes and white shirt and shy smile as he eyed you up and down. It wasn’t until he was handing over the flowers that you realized it wasn’t a dream, and upon recognizing the bouquet, you gasped.

”Oh no, did she forget—”, you started, wondering if the bride would have loved to have her flowers with her, but cutting you off, Frank shook his head while urging you to take them.

”Nah. It’s for you, sweetheart”, he stated simply, and when you gave him a curious smile, he chuckled. ”She, uh, she let me have it. She was gonna do the whole throwin’ thing, y’know?” he went on, and again, you gasped.

”Oh, I knew we forgot something!” you huffed, and chuckling, Frank scratched the back of his neck.

”No, no, uh… I asked her if I could have it. See, uh, she’d throw the bouquet to see who gets married next, yeah?” he tried explaining, and when you nodded, he broke into a flustered smile. ”Guess I just didn’t wanna take the chance you’d miss”, he finished, and at that, your smile dropped and you glanced between the bridal bouquet and him with disbelief.

”I ain’t askin’ yet… but if I did, would ya say yes?” he continued, fiddling with his hands nervously while waiting to see any reaction on your face. For a second, he wondered if it had been a terrible idea, but then your eyes started welling up and your hand flew to your mouth as you fidgeted and looked at the flowers and then back at Frank whose eyes lit up with excitement and relief.

”You’d really… you’d have me?” you whispered, your voice fragile as you reveled in the fantasy of standing like this with him some day — face to face, you in a dress, him in a suit with flowers in your hands and the moonlight above you.

”Hell yeah, sweetheart. If you’d have me. ’Cause I fuckin’ adore you. More than words can say, but you, uh, you… you make me feel alive. And happy to be alive. I can’t imagine a single day without you”, he sighed, and with a vigorous nod, you leaped forward to wrap your arms around him.

”Yes”, you cried out before pulling back just to kiss him, ”yes now and every day after this one. Whenever you want to do it… my answer will be the same.”

Grinning, Frank hugged you tight and closed his eyes while squeezing you. The two of you rocked back and forth in one another’s arms, silent apart from your sniffles, until you spoke up. ”This explains why you’ve been acting so weird lately. You’d really think the big bad Punisher would be better at staying calm under pressure”, you joked, earning a snort from Frank.

”Hey, this was really fuckin’ important. I wasn’t sure, y’know?” he shrugged while letting go of you enough to cradle your hands in his own and look into your eyes.

”Awww, Frankie”, you smiled up at him, ”you had no reason to be nervous. I’m completely and entirely in love with you.” With love twinkling in his eyes, he leaned into seal the distance between your lips, kissing you deeply. He stole your breath away, as he always did.

”Thank you for always bein’ patient with me. I know it ain’t always easy to be with me… but I hope it’s worth it. I’mma make it my mission to make sure of that”, he swore while resting his forehead against yours, and with another smile, you nodded.

”You’re always worth it, Frank.”

#frank castle #frank castle fanfiction #frank castle x reader #the punisher #the punisher x reader

[lady-ashfade]

Hey mate! It didn’t say anything about Cobra Kai male requests so not sure if you’ll do this.

Can I request Yandere Hawk & Miguel x male reader? Plot can be anything. Just want to read some no mercy era Hawk and Miguel. Thanks!

Little thing

Yandere!Hawk&miguel x reader. (HC’s)

Notes: Even though my requests for cobra Kai are closed- Honestly I was in a cobra Kai mood actually, which is kinda scary. I was going to write something and I have been reading cobra kai fics for the best two days- Anyway. This is short because I didn’t know what to put down, I hope you like it.

(Opening up my cobra Kai requests man)

Yandere type: Medium (idk)

Warning: Stalking, Yandere tendencies, violence, obsession, dark themes.

The boys would notice you when they get into a class with you, they have never really seen you around before.

You sat in front of the two boys, and they caught glimpse of you one day and couldn’t get enough.

You’d always smile at the people who walked by but you never seemed to talk much. They always notice you always tapping your foot to the music in your ear pud, that you secretly put in.

Hawk pointed you out in class. Saying along the lines of how you were kinda cute but how you always seemed shy, Miguel agreed.

So the two started to follow you around school without you noticing, they learned where you were at all times. What subjects you liked and didn’t, who you talked to and didn’t.

“They need protection, just look at them.” Miguel pointed out as you stood at your locker, hawk smirked and leaned on Miguel shoulder, “I’m in, little thing doesn’t seem to notice anything.”

No matter if you are taller, bigger, shorter, anything. They see you as a small, weak, fragile thing. And you know how people have this thing to protect the person they love, the two go over border.

Ever drop a pencil in class and don’t notice? It’s theirs now. They have a whole bag of things they have of you.

Now, when someone gave you a bad look even just once, or talk bad to you. The two of them teach that person a lesson. They did it at night where no one can see, beat the living shit out of them.

You started to find it weird how everyone around you stared to get hurt, it made you think you were cursed.

In the locker rooms they always come behind you while you change and pretend like they are focused on themselves but make sure no one looks at you, or gets near you. Or if you change in a stall they stand outside it just to make sure but have a conversation loudly to make sure you don’t really notice.

They have snuck a few glances.

Then one day their prayers were answered when you three got paired up in a class project. Oh, the boys couldn’t stop their heart beats when they heard your name.

The two almost didn’t know how to actually talk to you at first, but when they started they couldn’t stop. How they could be so close to you, to touch you, smell you- Hold you. It drives them crazy.

They asked things about you one right after the other and overwhelmed you. You answered as best as you could and thought it was just them being friendly. But you knew them both because of the whole karate-war going down.

You invited them over to your house to start working on projects and they couldn’t wait.

While they were in your room they stole things, small things but still. I see them stealing a shirt of yours, or objects they found.

The two “befriended” you that night and decided to calm themselves down to drawl you in. They acted really nice and kind, which they were. But hide there other side.

Here’s some things they do, romance or in the friendship area.

Following your around to make you untouchable. Glares at anyone who looks close to your way.

They call you “Little thing” constantly. Or tiny, or anything that’s belittling, but not that mean. Hawk tho will call you stupid but he just want to make you feel dumb so you ask him for help.

(Hawks the meaner one of the two)

They start to control you, like saying what you should wear but make you think you chose it yourself. Or by getting you things to eat. Where you go, when you go. They only make you hang out with them.

Miguel is the one who babies you the most in a sense. He treats you like a prince. Always being the joking guy who makes you smile and laugh. He’ll hold onto you by the waist. He’s “softer” with you. Because come on, he’s so fluffy when he doesn’t want to murder anyone.

Hawk treats you like you can’t do anything alone. Like walking, you could wonder off. Or maybe you’ll walk out into traffic, hold his hand. Hawk is so overbearing. Like you have to tell him to chill at moments.

But the thing they both have in common is being feral over you.

I’m talking about they don’t care where they fight, but it’s away from you, but school fights happens all the time.

Broken a guys wrist, treated some guy with deadly threats, have put so many people in the hospital.

They will stop at nothing, I mean never killing anyone…But if someone hurts you then it’s not there problem if their body gives up on their own.

Don’t allow you to join a dojo. The only way you are going near a dojo is watching them practicing.

Man, I just seen them ass overbearing.

#yandere cobra Kai #yandere Miguel Diaz x reader #miguel daiz x reader #eli moskowitz #eli moskowitz x reader #yandere hawk cobra Kai #yandere Eli Moskowitz #yandere cobra kai x reader #Miguel daiz #yandere Miguel Diaz #cobra Kai x reader

[angelagiarratana]

Casual

Def not inspired by a song... def not....

Angst? with a happy ending

Your weekends were the same, every single week. Friday you would get a text from her asking you to meet her and Chanse at Weho. You would show up, she would already have a drink waiting for you. By the way you finished it, she was pulling you out the door. Lips and teeth turn into a quiet uber ride home to your own bed and bathroom.

Until Uber’s turned into, “It’s really late, just stay”, and those turned into quiet mornings, AND THEN those turned into packing a sleepover bag and washing your faces together. Brunch with pancakes and holding hands under the table. Shared smiles and stolen glances. You knew what was happening, you knew it was not causal. 

Standing at the bar with her and a few friends, Chanse’s roommate spoke up, “Y/n how long have you and Ang been together?” The question took you aback, you chuckled a bit. “Oh no, we aren’t together. It’s just casual.” Chanse shot you both a look, “Oh, I thought-” Angela interrupted him, “Yeah it’s nothing serious. Relationships are scary and can suck'' Angela joked, but it struck a chord in you. Chanse slowly sipped his drink and stepped away. Angela shifted awkwardly on her feet. You simply chose to ignore it because asking what was wrong would be girlfriend behavior. 

Not soon after Angela was wrapping her arm around your waist and drawing lazy circles under the hem of your shirt. The act alone sent shivers up your spine and lit your skin on fire. She leaned into you, whispering in your ear, “Let’s go.” You didn’t argue, pulling out your card to pay your tab. Angela grabbed your hand, “I already paid, I said let’s go.” She spoke in the sweetest, most commanding voice and the mixture of the two made your head spin. 

By the time she pulled into the driveway you felt like you were going to explode. Her hand resting on your thigh kept moving higher and higher. Angela in this mood was addictive. She moved so purposefully, so confidently and was a distinct change from her normal all over the place personability. Angela leaned over the console and planted a single kiss on your neck, “You’re so beautiful.” She watched as your nose crinkled as you smiled. Her hands roamed freely, letting you know you weren’t making it into the apartment. 

A couple hours later you sat on her apartment balcony as she paced the living room on the phone with her brother. You kept hearing phrases like, “Only you can make this choice.” and “Maybe just sleep on it? It’s late.” You poked your head in to check on her, she caught your eye and you mouthed ‘everything okay?’ She put the phone on mute, “He’s overthinking something that happened with his girlfriend.” You raised an eyebrow, “Oh I’ve been there.” She handed you her phone, “Please, go right ahead.” You shot her a confused look and took the phone off mute, “Hey Angela’s brother. Um, from what I’ve gathered as an unbiased third party, I agree that you should sleep on it.” It came out all jumbled and weird, but he seemed to accept it as he took a defeated breath. “I don’t know who you are, but I think you’re right.” Angela took her phone back and said her goodbyes. You found your place back on the balcony. The question whirring in your head. The anxiety in your body made everything feel like it was vibrating. 

Angela sighed and sat down in the chair beside you, “Sorry about that. He knows he can always call, but he doesn’t always listen to me.” She wiped her hands on her sweatpants. She suddenly turned to you, “I’m sorry if that was weird, I was running out of options.” You grimaced and looked at her, “It was a little weird, but it made me think.” Angela shifted her entire focus to you, you swallowed and looked at the ground. “Are you sure this is still casual?” Angela let out the breath she was holding in, “Um,” Not comforting. “Fuck buddies don’t talk down your brother Ang.” She hung her head and started fidgeting with her hands. You reached out and took one of them causing her to look at you. “I don’t know what to call us Y/n. I obviously enjoy more than sex with you but,” You sighed and finished for her, “Relationships are scary and can suck.” She giggled, “Yeah.” 

Angela looked away first, “I don’t know what to say. I don’t want to undermine this and hurt you or make you feel objectified, but I don’t want to scare you away either.” You smiled, “I get that.” She looked back at you, “You always do. You’re so understanding and good at seeing things from others' perspectives.” She placed a kiss on the back of your hand. “It’s what drew me to you, from our first conversation.” You sighed sadly and took your hand from hers, “Angela, what do you want us to be?” She looked at Spork who was asleep on his bed on the balcony, “Wanna try a real date?” You beamed at her and she slowly turned her head to gauge your reaction. A smile graced her lips when she saw you smiling. “Only if you give a real, true kiss, no intentions behind it.” She laughed, “You and your hopeless romantic ass self.” 

She stood from her seat, grabbing your hand and pulling you up. One of her arms found it’s way around your waist, the other gently holding your cheek. You finally processed where your limbs were and dropped them over her shoulders. Angela seemed to be looking at each of your facial features individually, genuinely taking them in. You watched her eyes dance over your face before they found their way to yours, “Angela I swea-” She gently pressed her lips to yours, pulling your hips into hers. You tangled your hands in her hair and deepened the kiss. She pulled away with a smile on her face, “That was totally casual, right? Like I just kissed you passionately in a cool way?” You laughed loudly at her bit making her smile really big. Your laughing woke up Spork who barked a singular time. Angela just stared at you, and the way your nose crinkled. 

#angela giarratana #smosh #starkid #angela giarratana x reader #angela giarrantana fanfic

[sehtoast]

Okay, just a thought,

What if Ben started going though a transformation that started making him look more spidery? How would Homelander react?

I think Homie really is the kind of guy to stick around and get used to the changes. Likewise, I think he’d end up fascinated by them, honestly.  He might even find fun ways to incorporate them into their sex life, because that’s just how this man is.

Nsfw ahead bc i can’t help myself:

I imagine if Ben grew another two sets of arms (8 limbs), Homelander would be living his best life.  That’s extra hands to pet his hair, stroke his sides, touch his cock, play with his balls, and finger his ass all at the same time.  He’d be in tactile heaven and I sincerely doubt he’d wanna leave.  Plus, the snuggling?  The hugs?  He’d be down so bad.

If Ben grew fangs and could secrete venom from them, I think there’d be no problem there.  In fact, some spider bites (such as the banana spider) can cause erections that last for several hours, so I think there’d be plenty of fun to be had there.  I imagine Homelander would enjoy being bitten, and bonus points if Ben can actually puncture his skin so that he can really feel it.  Also, the thought of him getting in the mood and just holding his arm out like, “bite,” is so asdfhkjffk to me.  Yeah, he has no refractory period already and can ride a boner all day, but maybe the prolonged erection manifests as extra sensitivity in him.

Ben’s setae are concentrated in his finger pads and the soles of his feet, so I don’t think he’d end up all furry like a spider, but, even if he did, I think Homie would just shrug it off after he got used to it.

Thank you to @anon-nee for their infinite spider knowledge with this bit:  Male spiders try to book it after sex so they don’t get eaten alive by their mate (i know this is mostly about appearances, but this is just so cool aadhflkj and i’m SUCH a slut for angst).  If Ben ended up developing this instinct, I think it could make for some hurt feelings on both ends.  Like, why does he think Homelander looks so scary after sex?  Why is his spider sense urging him to get the fuck out of the room? Ben knows he’s safe, but it’s still scary.  I imagine Homelander would be crushed by the thought that Ben is suddenly so scared of him.  The man can practically smell fear, so he’d know as soon as it started that something was up.  He jumps to the worst conclusion: Ben must not love him anymore, obviously.  I think it’d take a while to settle the turmoil from this one.

The rest my brain is coming up with is Ben growing a few more sets of eyes, which, possibly a little odd, but I still think Homelander could get over it.  Maybe Ben ends up insecure about it and starts wearing beanies to cover them and Homelander is constantly trying to pull his hat off.  “Yeah, it’s weird, but now you can stare at me in six different ways!  What’s not to love?”

Ultimately, that’s his lil spider bf, and we know this man will cling to someone he loves until he literally physically cannot anymore (and even then, will seek out remnants of them [yes, I’m talking about the milk scene hahaha]).  I think as long as Ben stays true to him, he would do the same no matter how Ben looks.

#ask #the benlander agenda #thank you for the ask <333 #homelander x oc #request

[maddiviner]

How would one perhaps cast a glamourbomb?

Note: This article describes some stuff people did in the past. It’s not safe or wise to do that kind of thing nowadays, if it ever truly was. I don’t recommend engaging in these activities, but wanted to answer this anyways. The word itself made me nostalgic, but conflicted? Yeah.

Glamourbombs, at least as I know the term, aren’t spells in the traditional sense. They are (were, more like) magical performance pieces. They touch the “mundane” world with some sort of occult interjection. This was (perhaps thankfully) most common in places where the veil between “mundane” and “weird” was already thin: libraries, universities after midnight, anime conventions, places like that. While I don’t doubt people still do this today, the trend was at its peak around the turn of the century.

At the time, I was in middle school. As the Millennium (holy f**king s**t! its Y2K!) approached, the apocalypticism wasn’t just limited to the Christian kids. Those of us who weren’t Christian or just came from more secular families still saw things like hysteria about Y2K glitches and especially climate change. A lot of that was pretty scary to us, especially considering some of our more fundamentalist-minded neighbors were saying the world was going to end and “Jesus was coming back.”

It wasn’t so much that we believed them. We just knew, even as kids, that the scientists weren’t lying about the climate data. We also knew that people were acting really irrationally, whatever their reasons. This fit in well with the notion that some big change was coming. Maybe it wasn’t the Christian apocalypse, but could it be something? Plenty of adults seemed to think so, too.

Online, and in our own (burgeoning) occult spaces, we had our own spin on things. Allegedly, by glamourbombing, we were helping, in some small way, to enchant this increasingly hostile mundane world. Because, as teens and tweens growing up on White Wolf, Captain Planet and Square Enix, we clearly knew what was best for reality!

We had every right to (at least try to) impose it on the rest of the world at every chance. Right? Right?

We’d all read at least two books on witchcraft from Barnes and Noble, too.

In some scenarios of glamourbombing, the point was just to make people going about their day pause for a few seconds, think “Hmm? Cool!” and go on about their lives, hopefully in a better mood. These were usually simple things like flyers seeking a “LOST UNICORN,” a notice that you’re entering a “PIXIE-FREE ZONE,” silly things like that. You still see stuff like this today and (if it’s well-designed) it makes people smile and nothing more.

Other glamourbombs had more complexity. They (sometimes) included a bit of magical technique - an active hypersigil, for example.

When pen drives grew in popularity, they became common tools for glamourbombing, with people filling the drives with “magical” material and leaving them (usually conspicuously) somewhere, like a library.

These hypersigils might take the form of experimental music MP3s, animated loops, even actual .EXE files (supposedly). I don’t know whether anyone was bold or foolish enough to click on something like that, of course.

I was barely in my teens, and definitely still sorting things out when it came both to my personal beliefs and perspective on wider community issues like this. Even then, though, I knew not to click any weird .EXE files.

The larger problem, in case you couldn’t tell?

A lot of this straight-up ignores issues like bystander consent from a magical perspective and, y’know, the problems that can arise from leaving weird/unexpected things in public places.

Also? In case you’re not keeping track, I’m talking about the 2000s here. Early 2000s. As in directly after 9/11. Not exactly a wonderful time to be running around acting weird in public and dumping strange packages. Not a safe or wise thing to be doing. Some people got a tag on that early on and quit such shenanigans.

In the summer of 2003, I attended a summer program for “gifted” 🙄 kids where I took the course focused on Greek mythology. The motley pack of metaphysically-inclined nerds I met there thought glamourbombing was tragically cool, of course. We had all kinds of ideas about “Lost Pegasus” flyers and other Greek mythology-themed things. Thankfully nothing that would’ve been too harmful. We ended up being too shy and busy with schoolwork to actually do any of it.

Sadly, later on, there were some attempts by groups (some of which I’d call cult-like) to recruit using this kind of thing. I won’t name anything that’d put me on anyone’s radar (hopefully), but I remember reading about some of it.

One particularly unpleasant and notorious use of this technique occurred on the west coast in the late 2000s when a cult set up an “art installation” in public featuring a live rat in a maze and some other random detritus. The rat didn’t freeze to death despite cold temperatures, thankfully.

Incidents like that (which was, of course, reported as a bomb scare) probably helped to put a stop to the glamourbombing trend. After all, if you’re (supposedly) after some kind of mind-liberating mass reenchantment of reality, well, nothing could be worse than the whole bomb squad showing up, right?

As the digital age crept on, I think people started to reevaluate attention’s role as a commodity. It’s really easy to get attention if you want it, as things like the “rat in a maze” exhibit (which made the papers) show.

You can’t control what kind of attention you’ll get, though, and you can’t say for certain that what you’re doing won’t have unintended consequences for other people. With that in mind, something like glamourbombing doesn’t seem very responsible, especially right now.

I guess the concept isn’t irredeemable. As recently as 2018, I was posting on Facebook looking for someone to help me slay the green dragon that sometimes lands in the field near the Taco Bell by the highway.

Little pranks and jokes like that can brighten everyone’s mood sometimes. There’s certain contexts, though (my Facebook feed, for example) where it might be appropriate, and others where it wouldn’t.

And the full-on concept of a glamourbomb, designed to “spread magic in the mundane'' with an active sigil of some sort, etc? Hard pass. Doesn’t seem ethical to me nowadays.

And, of course, it’s generally a bad idea to do anything that might be mistaken for a bomb threat.

#witchcraft #magic #occult #chaos magic #witch #witchblr #sigil #hypersigil #glamourbomb #early 2000s #eliza.txt #new occult #postmodern #millennium #tw animal neglect #tw bomb

[fishing-lesbian-catgirl]

32, 43, 45

32: if you could live in a fictional world, what world would you pick?

It feels like cheating to say this but I can’t really imagine a better answer than Pokémon. I dreamed of living in the Pokémon world as a kid for obvious reasons and I still think it’d be pretty nice.

If I have to pick something besides Pokémon, umm that’s a hard one. I mean I could pick some fictional world that’s just a utopia but that’s boring and I don’t know a good example offhand. But also the worlds of a lot of the fiction I do like would be objectively bad choices, the Arknights world would be so fucked and I would probably get infected somehow and unless I’m lucky enough to meet a Rhodes Island representative and have enough skills that they would think I’m useful I can’t imagine I would do anything other than just suffer and die of oripathy like everyone else. Although I am a lab scientist for a pharma company irl so maybe it wouldn’t be that bad for me? Still a bad choice though, I’m not a big fan of large scale catastrophes, economic inequality, and the threats of horrors from the sea or demons from the north destroying the world or whatever else they’ve got going on. The otherside picnic world is just our world unless I’m very unlucky or somehow meet sorawo and get her to want to show me the otherside which would never happen, also I don’t really want to go there myself it’s scary in that place. Uhh the locked tomb hell no. Idk most of the fiction I like is sorta driven by large scale conflicts that would not be good to live in or is just the normal world to everyone but a few people. Guilty gear would be interesting I guess, I could learn to do magic at least, just gotta keep my fingers crossed that Sol keeps saving us from world ending plots

43: what’s your guilty pleasure?

I would normally say playing league of legends but I haven’t played in over a month. I really want to try playing the new season with all the big item changes and stuff but the friends I usually play with haven’t invited me to play with them and I also just haven’t been in the right mood. I guess the other good answer would be Arknights fanfiction. I’m still getting over the whole “fanfiction is cringe” thing and honestly looking at like the broader scope of tumblr users and ao3 users and their tastes in fanfiction make me feel kind of embarrassed that this thing I like is associated with them in some capacity. Idk it’s weird

45: worst date you’ve been on?

9/11/2001

(Already answered)

#ask game

[just-a-space-rabbit]

Black Baccara Rose Part 2

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(Hero/Civilian x Henchman & Hero x Supervillain) TW: Kidnapping

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Things seem to finally calm down at the flower shop, as the sky outside slowly turned more and more yellow. In the moment of silence Hero had turned on the radio to check today’s news, as they usually do, while trying to plan out their night.

The sound of the Broadcaster talking could be heard all over the small shop. “The mayor does still not understand what happen today, however the police and superhero are hard at work solving the mystery…” broadcaster reported.

Mayor sounded really upset about something, but if Superhero is on it then it’s better to not get involved unless asked.

Broadcaster continued “The conflict is still high in Foreign Country…”

Wish I could help, but that is far out of my league.

“Another day, another drama as Celebrity released their 3rd apology vid…”

Nope! Nope! Nope! Why is this even in the news?

“And now sports! Over to you Jerold!” Click! The radio was turned off, returning the silence to the shop.

“Seems like I’m on patrol duty again” they said, so silently it was barely a whisper. They did not mind patrolling, there was some excitement in not knowing what they could meet. But it had been over three months since they caught Villain, and after that they had been without a major mission, just jumping from one small crime scene to the next.

They looked up at the clock, 15 minutes left, they began prepping for closing before a man suddenly walked into the store. “Good evening, Civilian!” the man uttered, making Hero jolt at the sudden appearance, and almost dropping the large vase they had picked up.

“Dad! You scared the life off me!” Hero exclaimed.

“Sorry bud, didn’t mean to” Hero’s Dad said while smiling, and not looking sorry at all, “So, how is my little florist doing? Everything going alright in the shop?” he said while starting to help clean.

“I’m starting to get a hang of it, still a bit weird without you” Hero replied smiling.

“Well,” He chuckled “you won’t learn how to run a flower shop if you got my help all the time.”

Hero did not answer, and just kept reorganizing some of the plants. They liked the flower shop; it was the perfect break from being a hero, and sometimes it was nice running things on their own. But having complete ownership over it would be too much work while also being a hero. If it came down to the shop or their cape, they know that choice they would make, and their father would not approve. As being a hero was something they simply could not live without.

“Hey Dad, um…” they said after some time, “just wondering, could you cover for me this Saturday?”

Their dad turned to look at them with a puzzled expression “Em… no? You're supposed to run the store for 3 months alone, remember?”

Hero’s shoulders slump down a bit “I know dad, But I’m already two and a half months in, and it’s just… well… I kind of got a… um… date”

The room fell into silence for a moment, “a date? Who?” it was all that he got out. “Um… Henchman…”

“Henchman! That scary looking fella, that comes here all the time? And just lurking about!”

Hero made a jump at their father's sudden outburst “um… yeah?”

He then looked right into Hero’s eyes before asking calmly “Are they nice to you?”

Hero was a bit surprised by all the changes in their dads' mood but answered truthfully “they are an absolute sweetheart”

He kept looking at them for a moment as to trying to prove their bluff “All right… I trust your instinct, and I’ll cover for you this Saturday, but you better work it in later!”

Hero gave a big smile, “of course I will, thanks dad!”

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Later on, just as the sun was setting, Hero entered into their apartment, there were so many plants all over the place, it could have been mistaken for a jungle. Taking one look at the cramped living room, no one would have believed that the fire powered hero would live here.

They placed some of yesterday’s stew on the stove to reheat as they went to change.

Opening a secret compartment in their closet revealed their costume, it was a deep red with Yellow and dark gray detailing. It was not as tight sitting as the other heroes, nor was it as protective, and had way fewer gadgets. But it was Hero’s and that is what mattered. Checking themselves in the mirror it was quite the contrast to their Civilian self, but equally their true identity.

Then, just as they were about to go check on the stew, there was a loud crack! Followed by a slam! as Supervillains Goons broke in through both the window and the front door.

Before hero knew it, they were cornered. “What? What the bloody hell!” Hero yelled as they took a fighting stance.

“Now, now! Hero! No need for bad language, you know it doesn’t suit you” Right hand said smugly.

“Right hand! What do you want!” They were not sure if they were more confused or mad. Hero have had battles with Supervillain and Right hand before, but never alone. The only time the two of them had fought before, was the few times Superhero asked for help. Hero had been warned to stay away from them and let Superhero take care of it. So why were they here… and how did they find my home. The last thought hit their stomach like a brick, their identity must have been revealed.

“Well, Hero I would love to tell you all the juicy details on how we found you, and why we are taking you. But I know that Supervillain would kill me if I spoiled it.” They were closing in, forcing hero further back. “Now, would you so kindly make this easy and come along without a fight. As that would be greatly appreciated”

Hero glanced over the gang of goons behind Right Hand. They were cornered, and the goons were many, but they are not many enough, they could take them. “I wouldn’t fight if I were you!” Right hand crossed their arms, seem they knew what Hero had been thinking. “I mean it would be a shame if something were to happen to your parents and that little flower shop of yours, now wouldn’t it”

They were right, Right Hand were right, and Hero knew that. But that did not make it any easier, their own body was starting to fight itself not wanting to go willingly, to do something, fight one of them, yell, kick, scream, anything! Their stomach felt like it twisted itself; their lungs refusing air, it hurt, all to stop Hero from surrender.

“Fine, I’ll come along, I won’t fight”

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Part 1 : Part 2 : Part 3 : Part 4 : Part 5 : Part 6 : Part 7 : Part 8 : End

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#Black Baccara Rose #heroes and villains community #hero x villain #hero x supervillain #hero x henchman #Henchman x Civilian #creative writing #writing snippet #Supervillain x Hero #Ok so I know I just had a fire power hero earlier but I just loved the idea of someone who is a living fire hazard working in a flower shop #Also Jerold sounds like someone who would be a sports commentator #My Writing #tw: kidnapping

[squealing-for-harusono-sensei]

Hirano to Kagiura Analysis Ch.8: The lap pillow’s aftermath

Ever wondered why the heck Hirano didn’t get that Kagiura’s second confession was meant to be romantic? This is the analysis for you!

And for @lunakimsworld​, who had a request for this chapter:

So what I’m gonna go through the whole chapter with focus on Hirano’s feelings and point out a few places where the translation can be misleading.

About two and a half days pass during this chapter. Day one only lasts two pages. The first page is the morning, where Kagiura managed to get out of bed before Hirano wakes him and rushes out the door after Hirano woke up, leaving Hirano confused:

Neither Hirano nor Kagiura has gotten out of bed within a single page before. Both the reader and Hirano are caught off guard by the change in routine.

And in the next page, when Kagiura returns from practice, Kagiura is acting even more off. The readers have a pretty good idea of why since the last chapter was all about Kagiura’s feelings for Hirano, but Hirano very much doesn’t. When Kagiura smacks his head into the door, he worries about that, and when Kagiura runs off, he gets pissed.

And the foul mood lasts all the way to school the next day. In large part because Hirano doesn’t get why Kagiura would avoid him. To which Sasaki assumes that it has something to do with Hirano being scary.

Now Hanzawa also assumed that Kagiura running off was because of something Hirano did. And later when Hirano picks up train fujoshi’s keychain, he scares her with how he looks. While he brushes off all of these instances, saying that he didn’t do anything that should have scared them, he is still very much being affirmed in the fact that he is scary.

But lets put that aside for now and talk about Hirano and Kagiura’s interaction right after Hirano gave train fujoshi her keychain back. Kagiura goes back to interacting with Hirano as he usually does, but not before reacting to Hirano smiling at her by grabbing his jacket:

While Kagiura is still acting a bit off after this, he quickly goes on to act like he usually does (by complimenting Hirano–I can’t with these two) to Hirano’s relief. But his expression of relief is very short lived.

We don’t really get this explained, since Kagiura and Hirano immediately continue with their ordinary banter. I have been wondering about this even before lunakimsworld mentioned it, but unlike many of the other cases, where the confusion in like part due to the translation, “But what was that just now” has practically the exact same meaning as the original Japanese. So Hirano likely isn’t referring to how Kagiura has been acting weird since the day before, but to Kagiura grabbing Hirano’s jacket (since it’s “just now”). But since Hirano wondering doesn’t really get brought up again, why even have it? Personally I think it’s to point out that Hirano did notice it. And just because Kagiura is back to normal doesn’t mean that Hirano is forgetting or ignoring Kagiura’s odd behavior. We all like to make fun of how dense Hirano is, but Hirano is dense because he doesn’t notice why Kagiura is acting a certain way, not because he doesn’t notice when Kagiura is acting off.

Not that Hirano necessarily does much to figure out the why. When Kagiura grabs Hirano’s hand after Hirano admits to asking the dorm head for advice on how not to scare Kagiura, Hirano does question it, but immediately changes the subject. Not that he would have found out much as Kagiura goes back to avoiding Hirano, much to Hirano’s annoyance.

Not that we continue with Hirano, as the chapter skips to Kagiura in school the next day. And lands in the nurse’s office from sleep deprivation. But this is when Kagiura explains why he’s been acting weird–he’s constantly fighting the urge to touch Hirano, while recognizing that Hirano very much isn’t feeling the same way. And when Hirano smiled at train fujoshi, Kagiura seems to have interpreted it as an indication that Hirano probably likes girls, even though the smile more likely is because Hirano was glad he could help (the busybody).

Hirano isn’t the kind of person to think about love, but Kagiura is, so Kagiura tends to interpret Hirano’s actions with more romantic meaning than they actually have. And really, this tendency to misinterpret things because Kagiura’s framework for interpreting actions and feelings is very different from Hirano’s is very human and also a big part of why Hirano misinterpret Kagiura. Which I’ll return to later, because I think Kagiura’s framework is also a big part of why this physical attraction is putting him so off balance. Like, Kagiura’s ideal for a romantic relationship is, at it’s core, a very platonic one. Like they’re your best friend. Which meant that Kagiura was pretty happy with his relationship with Hirano already because it was pretty much already his ideal relationship. But now he experiences sexual attraction towards Hirano and that has never been a part of Kagiura’s imagined ideal relationship. He has to completely reevaluate his idea of romantic love, of course he’s having a hard time dealing with it. Thankfully he has Niibashi to tell him that it isn’t wrong. And to tell Hirano that Kagiura is in the nurse’s office.

Though real quick before going back to Hirano, there’s a small translation thing I want to point out. When Niibashi leaves the infirmary, he thinks, “He was a lot more outspoken than usual.” I’ve always found that a bit weird since Kagiura normally is pretty open about his thoughts and feelings. The word Niibashi uses is “感情的“ (kanjouteki), which means emotional or sentimental. So Niibashi is actually saying that Kagiura was being more emotional than usual.

Anyway, Hirano rushes to the nurse’s office and starts reflecting on Kagiura’s odd behavior once the nurse leaves. And here’s where we return to the framework, Hirano being scary, and Hirano being able to recognize odd behavior in Kagiura, just not the reason why. Because Hirano does recognize that the lap pillow is probably what started the whole mess.

But Hirano’s framework is that Hirano is scary. That people often aren’t comfortable around him because of it. It’s not something he cares about enough to really change, but he wants Kagiura to like being around him. So when Kagiura is suddenly avoiding him? Of course Hirano is going to think he accidentally scared him off. Because that’s usually why people avoid him. So Kagiura’s confession catches him completely off guard.

Now, the translation from September Scanlations makes it very clear that Kagiura means it romantically since he’s saying that he’s in love with Hirano. The original Japanese doesn’t have that specifically romantic connotation. Here’s the original text:

Kagiura: 「俺　平野さんのことが好きです」 Hirano:「…は？」

俺 (ore) = “I”

平野さん = “Hirano-san”

のこと (no koto) = doesn’t quite have an English equivalent, but is something like “whole being”

が (ga) = just there for grammar

好きです (suki desu) = “like”

は (ha) = in this context, a sound of confusion, kinda like “huh?” or “hah?” or similar sounds

So what Kagiura says is actually pretty much “I like Hirano-san.” But he didn’t have to add のこと to say that. Remove that part and it would still mean “I like Hirano-san.” What のこと does is to 1) make it softer, more indirect, 2) indicate that it’s the whole being of what came just before that’s being referred to. In this case I think it’s used because Kagiura’s last confession attempt failed because he omitted the subject, leading Hirano to misinterpret what Kagiura likes. So this time Kagiura made sure to leave no doubt that it’s Hirano that he likes.

And Hirano just responds with a noise of confusion because he was just worrying about how Kagiura probably had stopped liking him. So honestly? Hirano’s main thought about Kagiura’s confession between this chapter and the next one was probably something like “Oh good, he doesn’t think I’m scary.”

#Honestly after really looking into the whole thing from Hirano's perspective #and looking at the original Japanese #I can't really blame Hirano for not getting it #romance was NOT his priority #hirano to kagiura #Hirano to Kagiura Analysis #hirano taiga #kagiura akira #kagihira

[somerpmemes]

Mitchell’s vs the Machines Starters

Change as needed

“Every family has its challenges.”

“I’ve always felt a little… different from everyone else.”

“I’ve never fit in for… a lot of reasons.”

“To be fair it took me a while to figure myself out.”

“Well, someone’s in a good mood.”

“Do you really think I’ll be okay without you?”

“It seems like you’re not taking this seriously.”

“Do you just think I’m gonna fail?”

“Failure hurts, kid.”

“Alright, let’s fix it.”

“That’s the law. Mom law.”

“It’s not illegal if you’re good at that!”

“Are you ready for the most exciting night of all time!?”

“Your eyes are nature’s camera.”

“It’s like you’re haunting me.”

“You’re… you’re walking away.”

“What would a functional family do right now?”

“This feels very normal.”

“Why aren’t you normal!?”

“Nope, still bad.”

“Hey! Be careful, this is a thousand dollar hoodie!”

“It’s gonna be okay. Everything’s gonna be… fine.”

“Have you ever seen a movie where the heroes just give up?”

“I’ve been better.”

“My future’s over.”

“Well, getting hurt is part of life.”

“Okay, I kinda wanna see where this is going.”

“Alright, I just turned the corner, I like these guys.”

“What are you doing to me right now?”

“We need to stay here and play it safe.”

“This is us, as a team, doing the thing.”

“I didn’t mean a word of that. I didn’t know art could be useful.”

“I heard you the first time, I was just being a jerk!”

“You’re like a top heavy James Bond.”

“I spy a flaming IHOP! It’s sad but it smells incredible.”

“Just because they’re not perfect doesn’t mean they can’t get better.”

“Well, that’s haunting.”

“Why would someone build that!?”

“There is a time and a place for looting.”

“So, let’s get weird.”

“___, that would be a waste of time and completely unnecessary.”

“Stickers for everyone!”

“I wish to flop around in a blind rage.”

“Oh, this is, like, super beautiful.”

“Don’t hide your feelings, man. That’s no way to live.”

“___, I’m not so sure this is a viable solution.”

“It’s like a Journey album cover.”

“Why’d you say all that stuff?”

“Hey man, it’s just a movie. Do you need a minute or…?”

“Hey you’re a big nerd, right?”

“There’s no way you’re gonna be able to do this.”

“I’ve learned we’re all better off alone. No one to hold us back. Relationships are just too… difficult.”

“Ooh, now we’re scary.”

“You’ve inspired me… to follow you on Instagram.”

“Let’s, uhh… just, uhh… put a pin in that one.”

“I accidentally ordered 12 swiffers on Amazon!”

“Don’t laugh, you’re supposed to be sad.”

“I thought a psychopath wrote this.”

#starters #rp starters #sentence starters #sentence starter meme #rp #rp meme #ask meme #the mitchells vs the machines

[slayersaided]

SONGS TO WRITE HARU

whether  it  be  melodies  that  give  you  inspiration  for  your  muse  or  songs  that  get  you  into  the  writing  mood   —   pick  10  songs  you  find  that  give  you  the  urge,   the  drive,   or  the  creativity  to  write  your  muse   !!  

01. POLLYANNA — Catherine Warwick

you may say I'm a fool feelin' this way about you / there’s not much i can do /  i’m gonna be this way my life through / Cause I still believe in miracles, I swear I've seen a few / and the time will surely come when you can see my point of view / i believe in second chances / and that's why I believe in you

02. SEE YOU TOMORROW  — Omori Sound Team

03. BEIN’ FRIENDS  — Catherine Warwick

when you're looking for a shoulder you can cry on / won't you think about me / when you're looking for someone you can rely on / don't you ever doubt me / i'll be there someway, somehow / that's what being friends is about

04. BUTTERFLY MANSION  — Go Shiina

05. LOVE LIKE YOU — Rebecca Sugar

look at you go / i just adore you / i wish that I knew / what makes you think I'm so special

06. EVERYTHING STAYS — Rebecca Sugar

let's go in the garden / you'll find something waiting / right there where you left it lying upside down / when you finally find it, you'll see how it's faded / the underside is lighter when you turn it around

07. LEAN ON ME  — Bill Withers

lean on me / when you're not strong / and I'll be your friend / i'll help you carry on...

08. ORDINARY (COVER) — Joriah Kwame & Allie Grace (Cover) 

and this guy has a new kind of life / the thought of being normal’s far more scary / i’ll be brave and i’ll be kind / i’ll make a choice and change my mind / i will mess up all the time / they’ll say I’m weird, but i’ll be fine / i’ll be anything but ordinary

09. BAD LIFE (ACOUSTIC) — Sigrid & Bring Me The Horizon

when the world is on your shoulders / and the weight of your own heart is too much to bear / well, i know you’re afraid that things will always be this way / it’s just a bad day, not a bad life

10. WONDERWALL— Oasis

today is gonna be the day that they’re gonna throw it back to you / and by now, you should’ve realized what you gotta do / i don’t believe that anybody feels the way i do about you now

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tagged by: @loveoaths

tagging: anyone who else wants to do it! just say i tagged you.

#ooc | dash games. #i'm a big earthbound/mother fan if you can't tell #i actually don't listen to music when i write. #so most of these are haru core songs. #steven universe tw

[kamil-a]

gowlandposts below cut

JUMPSCARE shaved gowland!!!!! aaaaa!!!!

scary and unnatural. put back his scruff

btw this is because he made a whole fancy meal to come out to her as a marquis. and hes like do u think im creepy now :( and shes like im an alien to you arent I the creepy one?

guys i just feel like youre getting hung up on small stuff and brushing past, um, the killing,,

i especially like her description of herself to him as ‘an alien who only looks as if i’m the same species as you’... like yea u sure are!!!

the comedy in that event. going to your friends house and him going ok just a second and changing into really fancy clothes and shaving and taking his glasses off and youre just sitting there like. well great but im stuck in my normal clothes. because im at your house.

i want to believe he doesnt own contacts he just had that whole convo unable to see clearly

alice he is the head of a government and, i cannot stress this enough, has directly taken lives

always love snoots analysis

also strix suggested a headcanon that lorina's funeral happened in gowland's hour. ;;0;; i really like that... he seems to subconsciously draw those events closer to her surface (even if he himself has no idea hes doing that lol)

also she walked in on them CLOSED: WAR CLEANUP. and gowland in a terrible mood playing terrible music (the bgm gets all layered and horrible, it’s perfect) and she does a duet with him to calm him down ;w;

peter reveals to her hes slightly team gowlalice

i do wonder if the recent attack was from the castle tho. lol if so

free reaction images to good home

id buy it!

secret special locked account crossposting. not married to any of this as headcanonry just going ??? :

[half asleep] no but its WEIRD that gowland (ROLEHOLDER) seems to have gotten land/wealth from ??? hereditary sources ?????? when from what i remember vivaldi route sort of goes into roleholders legally give up previous familial attachments . 

not that everything vivish didnt get heavily retread later but this stuff is still written before that im pretty sure

is duchess a uniquely hereditary by birth role???? i can role (eyyy) with that i guess??? getting land and status bc ur mom died and passed it down but immediately upon claiming it no longer being legally related to your mom??

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(in discord som ppl speculated he was a noble outsider n some ppl speculated he was a noble born faceless. which could be very cool like. oh yeah theres actually all this noble court richguy stuff but it doesnt come up much because of the second, rulier, ruling class)

anyway. fun stuff!! lol i feel in this one they have such a good friendship going i was slightly jumpscared when he starts getting kissy w her and then was like AAA YEA. DATING SIM. FORGOT!

#thoughtful honking

[lotti-lyric]

Hola! I saw your post and I wanted to request a romantic matchup! I would very much prefer a male U-A student (if you can make that possible).

Ok so I am a female, and I am 5’9 (ik I’m that one tall kid lol). I have long brown hair/curls (like very curly). I would like to call myself an ambivert because one minute I can be chill and just relaxing my bed, and the next minute I could be bouncing of walls. I am a Scorpio (and some how a mix of Libra). I am Demisexual but I do prefer males/he/him. I have brown eyes that are usually dark, but kinda light up in the sun. I’m a minor teenager! I wouldn’t say I’m big, but I’m definitely not skinny either, so probably more on the curvy side. I have skinny legs, and skinny arms but wider thighs (and dare I say it, stomach rolls).

My dress style is kinda weird. Like one day I could wear all black, and the next I could be in a mix match mood. However I do prefer the dark/light academia aesthetic.

Ok my personality is a lot of things, I can be very sweet at most times but I have probably one of the shortest tempers in the world. Whenever somebody gives me attitude, I tend to reflect their attitude and give them the same one back. I try to avoid lying as much as possible, but I am very sarcastic. In school I am mostly known for my sweet and sassy character (mostly for laughs lol). I am socially awkward, and I (unfortunately) do have anxiety that puts me into bad moods sometimes. If there is a friend group, believe it or not; I’m the mother of the group. Sometimes I can be a control freak, but I tend to realize days later. I do like being the sender of attention (in the good way).

I have an obsession to listening to music. At random timss of the day, I will pop on my Bluetooth earphones and begin dancing. I like pop music (preferably Ariana Grande), Rnb music, and music in my saved TikTok sounds.

If I know somebody very well I get very comfy around them. Idc how preppy my clothes are out in public, at home I like to slip into an oversized shirt/hoodie, some comfortable pj shorts, and some high top socks.

My favorite season is Summer cause I for some reason love to be in the pool.

If I’m mad, I promise you if you give me some food (preferably Italian) I’ll forget our entire fight. I am also a huge chocolate lover.

I constantly search and wonder everyday how I will be able to achieve my dream job of becoming an actress. It’s absolutely my dream career, and I really hope to pursue it.

I cuddle with my pillow at night, because the thought of having someone next to you, comforting and holding you is my dream :(

When I’m bored I scroll through TikTok, instead of really making them.

I’m always flipping or dancing if you ever see me. I’ve been dancing since I was very little, and I got into gymnastics a couple years ago (unfortunately I had to quit cause of covid)

I’m not much a fearful person as I get older, the only thing that really scares me is death. I can watch horror movies like Chucky (cause he’s LOWKEY kinda funny), but Lord knows that you should never show me Annabelle. If you show me something scary, at night I will be clinging onto you shaking and begging you to turn some kind of light on.

Although I can tend to be lazy sometimes, I’m actually a very active person.

I sing, dance, act (you know the whole performance arts package).

I find humor, and kindness the most attractive thing in a person. I also kinda like people that can be sweet or fiery (you know getchu comebody who can do both).

I’m sorry for so much reading, this is my first time doing this. I hope this dosen’t make you struggle, so take your time! Luv you <3

charlottes interlude 💗- hi!! so i’m probably going to begin repeating characters if i feel it’s the best match!! but all the headcanons will be personalized and different so don’t worry, nothing really changed!! sorry for the delay loves, i’ve had class for 9 hours today (im still in class rn oops🧍🏼‍♀️)! i hope you enjoy, have a great one!! you seem so fun!

warnings; swearing, anxiety mention

i match you with…

Hitoshi Shinsou!!

- this for you both!! ^^

- absolutely loves everything about you!! you’re the most stunning person he’s ever seen and he’s not afraid to make sure others know that

- so expect a hand always around your waist

- he loves being surprised by your style each day! it’s become a game for him to message you his guess for ur aesthetic every morning!!

- crashing in comfy outfits in his dorm with him just holding you while ur playlist blasts on your speakers 💗 its so ethereal

- he loves how sweet you can be but also finds your attitude super cute!! he’s a pretty mellow guy but can also match the snarky, sarcastic energy you give him, leading to a lot of playful banter

“Can’t wait to absolutely decimate you for all you’re worth in Mario Kart later Toshi 🤪”

“Ohhh tsk tsk, in your dreams sweetheart, that mushroom cup has always belonged to me”

- he’s honestly such a sweet guy but ur humor aligns so well it’s so CHAOTIC

- always makes sure to help you any way you need if you feel anxious, even if it’s just through cuddles!! he loves your caring nature but he also loves to spoil you and give u a lot of attention!!

- he cannot dance. he loves watching you dance though!! he’s so amazed by what you can do!! he’ll try if you ask him, he wants to sweep you off your feet 💗 doesn’t mean he’ll be good though 💀

- have y’all slept with all the lights on after a horror movie binge?? absolutely 💀 worth it though

- loves to watch you preform!! you just light up UGH you’re his star GOODBYE

#bnha x reader #bnha fanfiction #boku no hero academia #mha fanfic #bnha hcs #bnha x self insert #mha x reader #bnha matchups #mha headcanons #mha matchup #mha matchups #bnha matchup #mha hcs #bnha headcanons #bnha shinso hitoshi #hitoshi shinsou

[usaigi]

Marc, Jake & Steven

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Continuation of Birdy calling their dad, Marc finds out

CW: referencing past suicide attempts and past suicide idealization (does not go into detail), discussing mental illness, joking about mental illness

Birdy Spector Tuesday – 3:12 PM

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I made the powerpoint when we first started seeing our therapist but some of the information has changed. At the time, I only knew about Marc, Steven, Jake, and myself. 

Steven and I made another document with some info about the others 

I know SMJ made another document that’s like a history/timeline of everything we’ve been through but they won’t show it to me 😒

Which is bs because I literally have all the trauma for trying to unalive ourselves but they think I can’t handle it 

Elias Spector – Tuesday 5:26 PM

Thanks. Is it ok if I show this to my therapist? Also, I finished reading two books you recommended, we can talk about it next time you can call. 

The cat is very cute. 

Sorry to ask but

Since leaving home

Did you attempt again?

Birdy Spector – Wednesday 11:32 AM

Yeah, that's fine

Not me, just Marc I think. He’s doing better though. 

Probably lol 

Jake’s really good at keeping us safe

He;s funny, Jake made him a jar and now Marc has to drop a dollar every time he makes a joke about dying lmao

Also whenever Daniela is mean 

or anyone says someone mean about themselves

Although

It’s less funny when he makes me do it 😒

Elias Spector – Wednesday 12:57 PM

I’m just glad you’ll are safe now

I understand you dislike labels but just for my comprehension, is it safe to say that you didn’t have BPD and/or Bipolar disorder? Was it just different alters fronting?

Birdy Spector - Wednesday 4:46 PM

Not sure 🤷🏼 

What gets confusing is that while yes we are separate alters and all but we do all share the same brain, body, hormones, etc. And even when we’re not fronting/co-con, we can still have influence 

So its hard to tell if we are acting a certain way because of another disorder or if its related to DID

Steven and I were reading about how childhood trauma shapes dna, brain development, how bodies react, etc it’s wild ngl

Maybe depression with mixed features? We’re testing out some new mood stabilizers to see if they help. Not everyone is good at logging the effects/side effects Steven and I are the only ones that are super consistent but I don’t actually front that often. It’s sooo exhausting trying to get everyone on the same page 😩   

And it’s not that I don’t like labels, I justthink it was super frustrating how doctors would keep throwing whatever label at us and just hoped it’d stick

I felt like I was hoarding mental illnesses lmao like damn lunar sys leave some for everyone else

U know anyone who wants some? Currently got a buy one get one free special lmao

Elias Spector - Wednesday 4:48 PM

I imagine that’s difficult. How have you been doing otherwise?

Birdy Spector - Wednesday 4:50 PM

I joined Steven and Marc for some sessions this week. Three times a week is too much. since I was there we talked about the stuff that happened when we were younger. Jake was also there, but he only watched

EMDR is terrible, I hate it so much 

But…

It’s easier to open up to the psychologist after talking to you about it first

But I’ve been fighting with Marc less so that’s probably good. Although he still won’t tell me about what he remembers and he even forbid Steven from telling me too. Jake has always been weird about it and Daniela is still pretty scary

Can you please tell me?

Elias Spector - Wednesday 5:05 PM

Be patient with Marc. I don’t want to overstep any boundaries, I think it’s best if you talk to the others about it. 

Marc isn’t scooping, he’s totally fine with his alters having boundaries and privacy. He just happened to come across Birdy’s email account–which she stayed signed into–and stumbled across a chat thread with who else but Elias Spector. 

His vision turns red, scrolling through dozens and dozens of messages, images, and call receipts. The earliest message is dated just over 6 weeks ago, although the first couple of messages imply that they were already in contact before then. 

‘Steven. Steven! Steven!!’ Marc yells out internally, hoping to wake Steven up from wherever he is in the inner world. 

‘What?’ He says grouchily, slowly stepping towards the front. 

��Look at this shit. What the hell was she thinking? Did you know she was in contact with our dad?’ Marc says as Steven takes control of the body to look at the screen. 

‘Marc, you need to calm down,’ Steven says, still working his way through all the messages, he can feel Marc in the headspace making trenches from pacing around so much. 

‘How dare you tell me to calm down? I can’t even trust my own fucking alters to not go behind my back. This is fucking Khonshu all over again!’

‘What’s going on, are you doing something dumb?’ Jake jumps in, suddenly appearing in the front conference room, as if he appearing out of thin air. He must have sensed their stress level rise. 

‘Respectfully Jake, go fuck yourself. This isn’t about you.’ Marc snaps back, irritated he had the nerve to stick his head into this. 

‘It looks like Birdy has been a messaging dad. Talking on the phone too, I think.’ Steven tells him, essentially ignoring all of Marc’s wishes. 

‘She what? ’ Jake asks in disbelief, getting closer to the front to get a better look at the messages in question. 

‘That sneaky little bra–’  

‘Marc, stop it. I’m mad too but I won’t let you talk about her that way.’ Jake interrupts him in his tracks. 

‘Oh of course you’re on her side. She’s always hiding behind you. And we all know you’re an expert at making decisions behind our backs, aren’t you? Tell me, what other secrets have you been hiding from us? Was it actually you that got me kicked out of the military?’ Marc rages with an exasperated outrage, arms wrapped around himself, taking careful steps backwards. Keeping his back against the wall. 

Jakes glares at Marc over that comment, standing his ground, he shouts back, ‘Ok fine! Maybe this is my fault! Sorry I didn’t have the heart to tell her the truth about our childhood! You don’t think it hurt me when she talked about how nice and protective her dad was when my dad failed us?’ 

‘Maybe we all need to take some deep breaths, yeah? I can make us a cuppa–’

‘Steven, your endless optimism and desire to make everything ok is exhausting sometimes. Can you please just shut it?’ Marc says, in a low bitter voice. 

In response, Steven shut the laptop close, dropping his head to his hands, ‘Fine! Then I guess I won’t share what I think!’

‘What do you think?’ Jake asks with a heavy sigh. 

‘Maybe… we should reach out to dad, it’s obviously helping Birdy. Looking over at his messages he seems accepting. And it looks like he’s in therapy too.’

Marc's knees buckle as his breathing rises, ‘I can’t believe this. Steven, what happened to system cooperation? I can’t believe you’re siding with her.’

‘I’m not siding with anyone.’ Steven replies calmly. 

‘Marc, stop it. You’re acting like our mother.’ Jake states sharply and it hits Marc like an asteroid. Marc's mouth opens in shock, his eyes glare, almost as if he's going to attack back but he doesn't. His eyes, rapidly flashing from betrayal to anger to disgust to shame to fear. He slides down to the ground, wrapping his arms around his knee, dropping his forehead onto his forearms. 

Even Steven tenses up at that comment.

Exhausted, Jake pulls out his chair from the crescent conference table, pulls out a cigarette from his jacket, and places it between his lips. This is all fake– all of this is happening inside their head, but somehow, the smell of tobacco fills the body’s nostrils.    

Jake lets Marc recollect himself for a bit before saying, ‘There are no sides, we are a system. If you yell at her, all the work we’ve done to get her to open up will be for nothing. Tell me, who does Birdy remind you of?’ Jake asks in a stern but calm voice. When Marc doesn’t reply, he says, ‘She acts like we did at that age. Time has always been fuzzy for me but I remember feeling like I had no control over anything. Like adults were quick to dismiss all my problems. I’m guilty of this shit too, I’ve fed into her delusions about how great our dad was and how our mom was too sick to visit her in the hospital. I kept telling myself I was protecting her innocence but maybe I fucked up. 

‘I still do that shit with Kid. I know he’s confused but I can’t explain it to him. Maybe I am protecting him, or maybe I’m just trying to protect myself.’ 

The three of them let words seep, processing Jake's words and the situation. It feels like all the hard work that Marc has done to try to heal, not just suppress, has been for nothing, he still felt like a scared child, abandoned by his parents.

‘Maybe...' Steven says, once some of the initial tension calms down, 'we should think about how our alter didn’t feel comfortable talking to us first before sneaking off to talk to dad. Be honest Marc, how would you have reacted if she asked you for permission?’  

‘I would have blown her off…’ Marc mumbles, still hiding his face in shame. 

‘Yeah, and I wouldn’t have been any better…’ Jake sighs. 

‘Steven, I know you want to talk to dad, I know you don’t see him like I do. But his…indifference almost killed us,’ Marc says softly. 

Steven pauses, before warily saying, ‘I think… there’s no growth living in the past and maybe… closure would be good for us.’

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