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floppydiskettess · 1 year

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VALORANT AGENTS BEING YOUR PARTNER

featuring : cypher, sova, chamber, yoru, raze and killjoy, phoenix

a/n : HELP ok omg i didnt think people would actually like my shitty writing !!! im now oddly motivated to write? :0

ALSO!!! SPECIAL SHOUTOUT TO MY FRIEND WHO MADE THIS AMAZING VISUAL IF YORU PRANKING PHOENIX AND IT BACKFIRING (from my last post!!!!!) AHAGAHAGAGAG ITS AMAZING <33

anyways! lets begin!! tw for cyphers part, i like cypher angst..

◜Cypher◞

cypher truly loves you, but he is still recovering from losing nora.

be patient with him, he still has a lot of trauma and stress in his life that he is dealing with.

he often needs reminders to take care of himself. he usually gets lost in his work

if he is having a bad day, he locks his door and buries himself in his work.

if he let you inside on a bad day, he would be a bit grouchy. he is used to keeping his walls up. but after a few reassurances, loving touches, and kind whispers. he would crack.

he feels weak when he cries, he tries his best not to but he cannot keep it in sometimes

when he cries, he is soothed by the feeling of your hands on his masked face and your loving whispers in his ear. the mask often feels suffocating, but he just cannot bring himself to take it off.

he is extremely insecure...after years of battles (both with himself, and Kingdom) he has quite a few scars littering his body. he mostly covers up fully with his mask and long sleeves. he wouldn't show you himself until he really was ready to, so don't push him! he will when he is ready.

when he does show you though, you know he really trusts you.

he melts everytime you kiss one of his scars gently, it made him love that part of him self a little more.

if you have had a bad day, he will drop everything to help. if someone made you upset? oh boy...are they in for it.

he has a lot of bad days so this is nothing new to him, he knows how you feel and knows exactly how to cheer you up.

you are definitely his rock, your presence grounds him.

he is extremely sentimental. he would definetely gift you a photo album of all the key points and locations in your relationship.

he is a worrywart, if your on a risky mission he is keeping tabs on you at all time..

he often has nightmares about losing you or losing his home. once you found out, you got him to sleep in your bed. his nightmares happen significantely less since then..

he has experience in relationships..he was married after all.

his love language is words of affirmation!!!

"im so proud of you حبي.. you did so well darling!"

be careful with this man's heart, it is already extremely fragile..

if he lost you too, he would lose himself.

◜Sova◞

THIS MAN IS A SWEETHEART

his love language is definitely quality time!!!

he loves to spend time with his lover, he definitely plans tons of sentimental dates!

sentiment over price kinda guy. you could give him a dead flower from the area you met and he would be touched deeply.

he is not afraid to cry! he encourages you to express your emotions rather than bottling it up.

after a particulararely long mission, he would arrive at your room and the second you open the door he would bearhug you.

when you are upset, if you like physical affection he will carry you to the bed and cuddle with you.

if you are not up to doing basic things such as eating or bathing, he will pamper you :)

he would always be delighted to cook you a meal or wash your hair for you in the shower if you were not up to it.

he would whisper reassurences into your ear and cradle your face in his large hands

this man LOVES cuddles

big spoon, but on bad days he likes to be held

his favourite thing is when you run your hands through his hair !

he is not afraid to show his love for you in public, not as a "their mine" sort of way, he just loves to show his love for you at all times

he would greet you with a deep kiss on the lips as his handles cradled your face

he isn't an really jealous person, he trusts you and your judgement and he knows that you won't leave him. but if he sees someone getting a little too close to you and you don't pick up on their motive. you will probably feel a big hand go around your waist as he glares down at the person.

he is a big guy with a big heart :)

"лисичка..I love you so much, don't let anyone tell you otherwise."

◜Chamber◞

this man doesn't really understand some social cues.

for example...he will still flirt with other women. its kinda just how he is

but if you feel upset and he (somehow) noticed on his own, he will get worried.

"mon beau? what's wrong...you have been acting strangely lately......oh...oh no no darling i am so sorry...i promise anything i have said i don't mean...i love you so much."

he has a big fuckin ego....

compliment him, he will love you forever.

he loves to tease you, but he knows the limits.

he isn't the best at comforting people, he usually just settles for a pat on the back and wrapping an arm around your waist or neck.

he would be a decent partner. he loves to overuse the petnames though

he used to buy you expensive things thinking he could buy your love, but then he realized that price isn't what matters.

you definitely helped him grow as a person. though he still is quite cocky.

big spoon. have you seen this lanky ass mf???

he LOVES bragging about you.

he will make sure everyone knows that your his partner. he will kiss you in public.

if someone is flirting with you, oh he will waltz right over and press a deep kiss to your lips.

"ready to go mon chéri?"

◜Yoru◞

hes a tsundere, obviously?

he really cares about you, often giving you "disgsuting goo goo eyes“ (- Jett, 2050)

if you called him out he would immediately look away and deny it though.

he is much softer with you in private, opting for a loving hug when he is alone with you

this man is so touch starved

if he is in a bad mood, he gets really snappy with everyone. he tries to shut you out but in the end he either never has the heart to or he says something he regrets.

"shit...im so sorry..i didn't mean to say that ダーリン ..i am just really tired right now, ok?"

if you were to forgive him, he would be treading carefully. trying his best not to accidentally say something else upsetting to you.

if you had a nightmare, his heart would break at the sight of your crying face. "doll..can you tell me what you need right now so i can help you?"

he would wrap you in a hug, pushing your face against his chest. he would be whispering sweet reassurances into your ear as you began to drift back to sleep.

oh if you tease him in the morning about it though he will absolutely deny everything.

he tries to act like he doesn't like you, but he really just doesn't know how to show his affection.

if you got sick, he would be at your bedside with warm food (that he definitely did not make himself. it's not like he cares..), medicine, and your favourite movies.

"shut up...i am only doing this so you arn't a liability on the mission ok?? we don't need a sick person.."

he is extremely domestic, but he would never admit it

expect to spend the next few days curled up to his chest as he lovingly stroked your hair, tucking peices behind your ears.

he is not much of a gift giver or a words of affirmation kind of guy. he struggles with his words. he is definetely a acts of service and quality time kind of guy!

he would rather have you in his arms then a stupidly expensive gift in his hands.

"愛してます idiot..."

◜Raze and Killjoy◞

POLY !!!!!!!!!!!!

having these two as your girlfriends would be amazing.

they are so different yet so similar!!

raze is the loud extrovert, killjoy is the omnivert!

raze would definitely be the more physically affectionate of the two! killjoy would be much more emotionally affectionate.

raze would greet you with a chaste kiss on the cheek, a bearhug, or (if she feels bold) a kiss on the lips! she would not be scared to do it in public either. she gives off "THATS RIGHT!!!! THIS IS MY PARTNER AND I LOVE THEM!!!!" vibes.

killjoy is the total opposite, she is not a big fan of pda. in public she would greet you with a light hug or a highfive. but in private? she would be all over you. she would pepper your face in sweet kisses and eskimo kisses! she also loves to hug you from behind. she is much much more shy about being public than raze is though!

when they are together you are often sandwiched inbetween them. raze offering physical love while killjoy is more emotional.

if you were upset, raze would freeze up. she isn't very good with emotions...if she were upset she would just go blow some stuff up and problem solved! but that doesn't always work for others.. she would still offer you a gentle hug and would trace shapes on your back similar to what her mother did for her as a kid.

if you were upset around killjoy, she would rush to comfort you. "please leibling...talk to me. i am here...i hate seeing you like this..".

Killjoy is a very good listener. She would patiently listen to your troubles as she rubbed your back sympathetically. She has had her fair share of anxiety so she understands what you are going through.

overall, they equal eachother out.

you are grateful to have your girlfriends, you recieve and give equal love to them and nobody feels left out.

raze is more a gift giver while KJ is totally a acts of service person!

raze would probably try (and fail.) to make you baked goods if you have a sweet tooth!

"I'm sorry darling!! I tried to bake you cookies but it was taking too long....so I used my blowtorch and they burned....T-T"

killjoy often has to pick up the peices (literally. the peices of the charred cookies. Seriously how did raze think a blowtorch could bake cookies?!"

can you tell I love these two??

these two are the perfect girlfriends!!!!

"i love you so much maus." "hey!! what about me? :(" "pff, i love you as well schatz." "much better :)"

◜Phoenix◞

he is a softie for his lover and my guy is not afraid to show it

he will give you big hugs as a greeting or if you did really good on a mission

"fam that was simply amazing! i am so proud of you!"

he really loves to show you off to the other agents

"look at my brilliant partner! arn't they just so cute?" "......phoenix you literally have showed us this picture like 20 times holy fuck."

he is a big physical affection guy, he loves to wake up holding you in his arms as you softly snore into his chest. he would give you a sweet and gentle kiss on the forehead before snuggling closer to you and drifting off to sleep. yoru wouldn't mind if he missed training for a day..

if you were trying to tell him something serious or just generally looked distraught, his playful and carefree demeanor would instantly vanish and turn into a caring and concerned gaze.

"is everything ok love? you don't have to tell me anything if you are not ready yet. but just know i am here for you and whatever it is... i will support you."

if you opened up to him, he would be by your side in an instant and holding you gently in his arms and softly pressing kisses to your forehead and temple.

"oh darling...thank you so much for telling me this. i am happy you told me. i love you so much alright? please don't ever feel scared to talk to me."

if you woke up with your face pressed into his back, his soft snores filling the silence in the room. you sure were not about to complain.

he really cares for you, and will do anything to make you feel better

you are his everything, and he is truly grateful that you want to keep him around..

a/n : i really enjoyed writing this!! you can probably tell i struggled to write chambers part...i thought he would be easier to write LOL. anyhoozies i hope you enjoyed this!!! and thank you so much for the support on my last post, waking up to so many people liking my post had me giggling and kicking my feet around i swear <333333

as always i am looking forward to some feedback!! let me know what i could do better, if i used anything wrong, or even just if you liked it or not!

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mysebacielblog · 2 months

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Ciel is Trans Theory

I Need to point this out because. I have a hunch that Ciel is Trans, and fingers crossed I’m right. Honestly, I could be completely off base and this could be as close as Ancient Aliens is to History.

This might be an overreach but here is my case for it, as best as I can:

* Based on previous events and Chapters, Yana has shown that She Likes Playing on the concept of Gender from the Very First Arc. From the Very beginning we are introduced to a woman who is Jack the Ripper, challenging the male murder stereotype on its head, and her lover, a gender ambiguous (Later Confirmed Canonically!!) Trans Reaper Lady. Both unite from their desire, and hatred for the prostitutes who beg for abortions at her clinic. There are Already wombs being ripped out of women and we’ve just started.

* The Fact that Ciel is Dressed extremely effeminately not only for the period, even for EGL clothing standards might point to something as well. But when forced to wear a dress for the sake of a mission, he loses his mind. Although it could be a tween’s worst nightmare, how Madame Red laments to Ciel when dressing him as a girl that she always wanted a daughter feels like something.

* Ciel is always referred to as beautiful, which is not wrong for the period, but there are less masculine terms that people refer to him as.

* Yana herself says that she Over Masculinizes Ciel. Which is an interesting take for his effeminate nature of dress Vs masculine personality?

* Another hot take is that Yana Specifically has instructed in certain live action and anime for the voice actor to be a woman. I’ve seen a lot of talk on this particular conversation but none highlighting this as a clue on our Ciel’s Identity??? How??

* Mey Rin is also have been hidden as a boy with her previous life as a sniper, so this also shows that this is not out of the question either. The same reveal has happened with Doll.

* Ciel does not let anyone get close to his body. This is obviously because traumatic stress behaviors, however, similar flinching could allude to a different reason entirely.

* Our Lad introduces himself as the “Earl Ciel Phantomhive” Earl almost being apart of his first name. He’s already changed his name to hide his past. But Why?

* Let’s pretend that Ciel was in fact, born a boy at birth. If his brother and parents died, even if he was considered a “Spare Child”, (remember the British Phrase an Heir and a Spare). He would still be a legitimate hier due to his brother being unable to claim inheritance (because of his death) and pass on something to him. Even if another family member became a guardian and inherited a majority to raise our ciel, he would still be entitled to Something, and (might) even become Earl. This would Not be the case if Ciel was born a girl.

* Two Cultural similarities Japanese Manga and the Victorian period have in common are the troupe of “women disguising themselves as men”. I put this in quotes because, as Ciel described it, “the old him died in his cage,” pointing to metaphorical metamorphosis, and not simply a disguise for convient’s sake. Although it was common for (transgender men, queer cis women and/or Cis women) to take on a male position / pseudonym in order to establish a title, or a job position (typically in writing, this continued until the 1960’s). Now add on the popular manga/anime that were important in playing with perceptions of gender during Black Butler’s Debut (think Ouran High school host club), and there’s something there.

* The Fact that no one mourned Ciel’s Death was unfortunate, but a critical plot point of the story. Up until now, no one even acknowledged Our Ciel had ever Existed. Not a name, not “twins” nothing. Even though our Lad was an ill child, no one had even acknowledged he was there to begin with. Women and children were rarely recognized in Victorian culture, let alone a “Woman Child”. This culture was challenged somewhat through literature in the early ‘30’s with works from Jane Austen, ‘47 with Charlotte Brontë (who went by a pseudonym) and Lewis Carol’s Alice and the Looking Glass at the end of the century. (introducing a Girl Protag!! Gracious!). As sad as it may be, no one would really mourn an terminally ill girl compared to her family’s murder, unless having accomplished something amazing. It would be seen unfortunately as a lifted burden, and ultimately one less dowery or added expense. The fact that no one even bothered to notice our Ciel’s death or even the toll it might have on his twin is evident enough.

* The most Damning evidence I have for this theory is Lizzy’s reaction to figuring out “Ciel” was not the real “Ciel”. The immediate turn against Ciel. Why wouldn’t she even hear him out? What could have possibly turned her away like that, without a doubt in her mind, even if she had met with the Real Ciel? The fact that her reaction was not confusion but rather an extreme turn against him, she did not even think one minute to give Our Ciel a chance. And the only possible reason (combined with the fact that he was lying about not being his brother) is that if he was Not Cis. Not only would that mean that she was with the sick weaker sibling not heir to the Phantomhive legacy, but Ciel Could never conceive a family with Elizabeth, nor marry her like she would have wanted. And even if she married him, they would never be able to have children of their own (a really big obsession with British Aristocracy- modern day source: royals). All of her dreams would be shattered. And that shattering would bring her to turn instantly.

* The fact that everyone automatically assumed our ciel was real ciel, just based on saying so. Why?

* The fact that sick girls were often dressed like male counterparts to strengthen them during this era, as well as androgynous clothing for children being in fashion (because of less washing headaches and hand-me-downs)

* A smaller, minor detail is how Sebastian says “When lies become truth”. This is pointing towards both their façades but an interesting quote none the less on transitioning.

* I’m pointing to his teeny shoes with the high heels. It’s not that they’re effeminate women’s shoes that are iffy for the period, (which let’s be clear, they are) but. Look at him. Trying his best to be tall adult man. I’m pointing at his shoes.

* I might be missing a lot. Tell me if I am.

Reasons For Why I Am Extremely Wrong:

*Tanaka and Vincent referring to Our Ciel with he/him pronouns, (although I’m not sure on the original Japanese translation on chapter 131)

#black butler analysis #black butler theories #slaps Ciel’s Head #this bad boy can fit so many queer coding #I’m not writing this because I’m nb #But I’m not Not saying I’m writing this because I’m nb #i wrote this at 2am #please be gentle #Pepe Silvia board

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adharastarlight · 2 years

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Reg went from spare to heir to no air awfully quickly

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jimmyjamjammy · 7 months

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just a little something JonMart I wrote at 2am a couple of months ago

I’m a noob when it comes to Tumblr but I still wanted to at least just share some of my 2am writing, even if it doesn’t go far.

He could still feel cold, plastic hands run across his hair, his face, his neck…

He could still hear her voice. Her sing-song voice, drifting through the room. It was what made Jon suddenly wake up in front of his desk, gasping for air and clutching his chest as if it were about to detach itself and run away.

Beads of sweat had percolated on Jon’s brows. He reached a shaky hand to push his glasses back up to his nose.

Now was the time to cry, right? He certainly felt like crying, but no tears ever came. Jon never cried, especially when he was around others. But here he was alone so why… why couldn’t he cry?

“God…” his voice trembled in the air, “I- I could really do with-“

A small ratatatat of a knock on the door interrupted him. It was one Jon recognised almost too well.

Martin.

“C-Come… Come in,” he called out.

The door opened with a friendly squeak. Jon looked up to see the comforting presence of Martin looking over at him.

“Would you like a cup of tea?”

Now that was exactly what Jon wanted. A cup of tea, prepared carefully by Martin; perhaps it would even be made with love.

“Ah,” Jon rubbed his eyes, “Yes, Martin. That would be… That-“

And there.

There it finally came. A small teardrop leaked out of his eye. It rolled down his face and Jon quickly wiped it away.

That was when he realised it was more than just one teardrop.

It took Martin only a few seconds to cross over to Jon and softly take his hand.

“I’ve got you.”

In that moment, Jon’s body took complete control and wrapped itself around Martin. His head was buried in his chest and his arms gripped onto his shoulders. Jon was scared that Martin would pull away, but he didn’t. He wouldn’t.

Martin didn’t ask why. He didn’t even seem to care. Instead, he ran his fingers through Jon’s hair, not caring how uncared for it was.

Martin was going to take care of Jon.

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spooks-the-t00n · 10 months

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crowley discovering the pun type of jokes and aziraphale doesn’t get them until way later.

Crowley: hey angel did you hear about that Italian chef that died? he PASTA way.

Aziraphale: I hope he rests well. I’m very sorry for your loss.

Crowley: … angel it was a joke

Aziraphale, (he’s processing it): OH! Pasta! like past-a, very clever.

#good omens #good omens fandom #crowley #aziraphale #good omens headcanons #i wrote this at 2am #almost 3 but yknow

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theflyingkipper · 1 year

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Bodies

headcanon (?) ramblings below (originally had a read more but it glitched some of the text)

My human Edward is trans (honestly Edward is such a trans character. He has the energy to be trans in literally every way) Although I don't assign exact ages to my humanizations because of how much time the characters (as engines) exist across, I still want my human Ed to look like he's certainly lived through a lot. He has more scars than this pose allows me to show.

Although James is a pretty femme character and my humanization (while dressed up) reflects this, hes also lived in and scarred underneath his outer shell. He’s rarely seen with that unsightly burn scar from his first accident uncovered. he’s probably getting dressed, facing away from the bathroom mirror here, so he also doesn’t have to see it.

slight visual update for Henry’s prosthetic hand :) I think the best descriptor for his (new shape) body type is “literally just a guy”, I dont think he qualifies for dadbod and hes not RIPPED 💯 💪 either so hes just Dude. I gave him more arm scars, the fact that I’d made him only lose a hand with no minor injuries felt weird to me.

Ironically for the poses I drew them in, Edward is more comfortable in his skin than Henry ever will be. James’ perception of his body is low in a completely different and much more painful direction :(

#I havent drawn my humanizations a lot lately :(#Im sure a lot of people followed me for them and I just havent delivered XD #whatever I post what I want when I want 😎 😭#I wrote this at 2am #ttte #thomas the tank engine #ttte humanized #ttte humanisation #ttte human au #art #kips cant shut up #ttte edward #ttte james #ttte henry #ttte headcanon #kips art #partial nudity tw #scarring tw

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 2 years

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You guys ever think about how much of ourselves we put into writing Eddie and Steve so much that we all might just be secretly in love with each other?

#stranger things #eddie munson #joseph quinn #stranger things s4 #eddie stranger things #eddie munson lives #steve harrington #joe keery #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #steddie #steddie x reader #i wrote this at 2am #2am thoughts

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mad4turtles · 2 years

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mikey/donnie or leo/donnie bonding?

Ask and ye shall receive! Sorry this took so long, I've been busy XD

Enjoy some Disaster Twins because I'm weak for them.

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Leo had been the one to insist he and Donnie were twins.

Splinter had never refuted it—they're the same age, or so he says; Donnie hasn't had the chance to carbon date them yet—and neither had Raph, Mikey or even April. It used to drive Donnie up the goddamned wall when they were little, more so when Leo coined the phrase 'Disaster Twins'. Where the hell he'd gotten that from, Donnie cannot fathom, nor does he wish to. Not even he can hope to comprehend the machinations of Leonardo's brain.

Still, there are some benefits. For example, as the elder 'twin' he has Twin Killing rights when Leo pisses him off.

0o0o0

Donnie slams the fridge shut. “Leo,” he growls.

At the kitchen table, Leo's spoon freezes halfway to his mouth.

“If you drank my freaking milk again—”

“Donnie, for god's sake!” Leo drops his spoon on the table and scowls. “Look, I'm sorry, but I needed it for my cornflakes—”

“That shit better have been soy, or your face is going in The Bucket again!”

Leo pales. He scrambles out of his chair and backs up, a seething Donnie matching every step. “No, not The Bucket—!”

“The freaking Bucket, Leon!” Donnie cackles, a metallic claw snatching a dusty, Leo's head-sized bucket from a forgotten corner of the kitchen as he looms over his quivering twin. “Sadistic Laugh!”

Sweating, Leo shields his face in vain. “Donnie, please! Anything but The Bucket—!”

“Here it comes, bitch!”

“AAAAH—!”

THUNK!

Donnie dusts off his hands. “There. Now think about what you've done for the next four hours.” He struts out of the kitchen, humming under his breath.

Sitting defeated on the floor, Leo coughs. It echoes in the bucket prison. “It smells like fish in here,” he whines.

Watching everything unfold from the doorway, Raph and Mikey share a look, decide it's none of their business and walk away.

0o0o0

There are other benefits, too. Like how, logistics be damned, one will know what buttons to push to get their way and when the other is at their Limit.

On those days, Donnie is glad Leo understands.

0o0o0

“Don?”

The door scrapes across the stone as it slides open, and Donnie flinches hard. He bites his lip against a cry as he rocks, the back of his head bumping against his bed frame. His headphones are across the room with his flipped desk and scattered papers. The noise cancelling contraption built to his specifications isn't cutting it today, apparently, but everything else has no freaking problem cutting straight through him like paper—

“Donnie, can you hear me?”

It shouldn't be that big a deal; sounds, smells, and textures exist, that's just fact, all a big part of what most call 'life' while others (Donnie) call it a cruel bitch of existence whose out to freaking get him, all the senses merging into one, big middle finger pointed straight at Donnie's brain, and he's letting it because he, he—

“Oh, Donnie...”

They're all different, different from humans, Yokai, and even each other for all that they're brothers and family. But Donnie—Donnie feels like a machine; cold at best, unfeeling at worst, armoured from head to toe to hide his weakness. And the slightest thing—a disrupted routine, an unwanted touch, or in this case the feel of an old, scratchy blanket on his bare shell—could send his systems into overdrive, break him, render him useless because that's all Donatello is if he isn't building things or being the smart 'fix everything' guy, isn't he—?

“Donnie, I'm sorry but I'm gonna have to touch you—you can't do that, you're hurting yourself—”

He almost hisses—hisses, like the beasts they pretend they aren't—when two hands gently grab his wrists and pull them from where he'd been banging his fists against his head. He looks up, breathing hard, fast and on the verge of tears—

Leo's here. His smile is a soft thing he usually reserves for Mikey, and there's a plastic bag full of fidget toys by his knees—Donnie spots a rub-ix cube and one of those rainbow pop-y things Mikey adores—and Leo's weighted blanket.

“Bad day, huh?”

Donnie's jaw locks, the lump in his throat thick and heavy. The words are there but they're not, but they have to be because Donnie's the smart guy, the funniest, he always has something to—

“Hey, hey, it's okay, Dee,” Leo shuffles slightly closer—not too close—keeping a firm grip on Donnie's wrists as his fingers twitch, claws peeking out. “We're not talking right now, that's cool. S'all good, but we don't need the hissing, m'kay? Cool.” Leo lets Donnie go and stands, pulling up the blanket and carefully throwing it over Donnie's shoulders—

Oh, holy truffle mac and cheese, this is so much better.

Leo chuckles. “Would you listen to that? Purrytello back at it again.”

If Donnie had words, he'd snap at Leo. He settles for a glare and testy clicks instead. Leo huffs, clicking right back and tossing Donnie the Rubix cube. He doesn't come under the blanket like Donnie expects, opting for Donnie's bed as he sprawls on the mattress, hanging upside down with his legs braced against the wall, his head inches from Donnie's. He has a little cube with buttons and switches that he fiddles with, eyes on that instead of Donnie.

A few minutes pass in relative silence save for the clicking of switches and Donnie's rapid fingers across the puzzle box. The world feels softer under the weight of the blanket that feels like a wanted hug and smells like his brother, and Donnie feels—not better, not yet, but his battery feels fuller than it has all day, all week. Feels less like a 'thing' and more like a 'he' again.

All thanks to Leo, who'd known, somehow, that Donnie was having a Bad Time and went out of his way to help. Leo, whose been silent and still for far longer than usual, far longer than he's comfortable. Leo, whose smile is strained at the corners as his leg bounces—

Donnie puts the Rubix down and taps Leo's shoulder. The clicking stops as Leo, still upside down, tilts his head. “Hm?”

Donnie holds up the blanket in silent invitation.

Leo stares. His new smile is relieved and real as he rolls off the bed and nuzzles against Donne's side, the little black cube forgotten in favour of cuddling the soft shell as he tucks the blanket around them both. “Thanks, Dee!” he chimes, snuggling closer now that he knows he won't get scratched, shoved or bitten for it.

Donnie almost rolls his eyes, but he gets it. Like how Leo gets him.

His dorky twin can be pretty cool, sometimes.

0o0o0

And then there's the other side.

There's a popular myth that twins are 'linked' from conception to death. They can read each other's minds, feel the other's pain etcetera, which is all bullshit. Leo, again, had insisted otherwise until Donnie had tested that theory with the business end of his staff against Leo's skull. He hadn't brought it up again after that.

Then Leo disappears through a portal in the sky.

And Donnie feels him leave.

It's the shock of falling into a frozen lake and the feel of a bullet piercing your chest—cold, gaping numbness that you can't control, can't breathe through or comprehend.

It's the tearing of a limb off your body, the sudden wrongness of everything as something you'd had your whole life—you relied on it subconsciously, knew it was there and assumed it always would be, so you took it for granted—is ripped from you mercilessly, violently, leaving you to look at where it had been and think 'that shouldn't not be there' moments before you shriek in agony.

But Donnie doesn't scream.

Raph falls to his knees. Mikey stares at the sky where the doorway to hell had shut. Donnie turns away and stares into nothing.

“Casey, listen to me! When I get to the other side, you close that door!”

This isn't right. This is impossible.

“Leo, please don't do this! LEO!”

“Ha... you're one to talk, big bro. Hero moves are totally your style.”

Leo. He should be here. Right here. Right next to Donnie, where he's always been. He's not supposed to leave.

“Casey! Close the portal now!”

They're supposed to stay together. They're twins, aren't they? Leo said—he always said—Leo is a constant, their constant, Donnie's constant, he's not supposed to—

“Casey—augh—please!”

Static.

Cold, hollow numbness, a hole torn in his chest where a brother used to sit.

His hand moves to his cheek before he registers it. Calloused fingers meet damp skin, and he pulls his hand back—oh. Tears. He's crying.

It's real.

Leo is gone. Donnie felt him leave.

His twin is gone.

…

And then, by a miracle named Mikey, he isn't.

A beam of orange light tears a hole through reality. They see Leo, drifting in a sea of black and debris—

And Donnie feels him.

“Took you guys long enough.”

He sees him. He hears him.

And then the Krang lurches from the dark like a demon from hell, and Donnie sees red.

(Later, much later, in a nest of their softest pillows and blankets, their family gathered in a heap of aching limbs and snoring (breathing, living) bodies, Donnie forgoes his aversions and holds Leo tight (not too tight, mind the shell and every bone that monster dared to break). Leo's bandaged arms squeeze him around the waist as he whispers: “Don't think I've ever seen you so pissed off, Dee.”

Donnie huffs. “Yeah, well...” He bumps his forehead against Leo's, damp with sweat and remnants of blood seeping through the bandages around his temples. “The bastard had it coming. No one messes with my twin.”

Leo jolts slightly. Then he snickers wetly, pressing their heads closer and grinning wide, lips quivering as tears threaten the corners of his eyes. “Yeah. Disaster Twins, right?”

Donnie huffs through the lump in his throat. He grins back.

“Disaster Twins for life.”

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Thanks, @randomness227

Keep the requests coming! I'll do my best to answer them all :)

#rottmnt #rottmnt fic #rise of the teenage mutant ninja tutles #rottmnt disaster twins #disaster twins #my writing #i love them your honor #donnie is autistic and leo is ADHD you cannot change my mind #i wrote this at 2am #tw meltdown

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arcadianico · 9 months

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your heart is a gaping hole.

once you filled it with lilacs, tied with a sloppy red bow. but times passes and flowers wilt and your lilacs are dead.

(your child is dead)

you tried desperately to find some replacement. to patch up the cracks with frosting from the cake you never ate. to lay it like cement between bricks. but there was no substance, just sugar, and scooping out the melted icing only let your rot fester.

(your “wedding” left you empty)

you tried and tried and tried but no love could sate the black hole at the centre of your being, which just takes and takes, devouring everything and spitting back orange pits and single pennies.

no one else can see your hole. but you know it is there.

pulling everything in. sucking the brightness from the world and devouring all that is good. nothing will ever be enough.

tilin was. for a time. but children, like spring flowers, can be gone so quick.

maybe that is why you came. to fill in that empty hole the only way you know how.

(to resow the lilacs)

#i wrote this at 2am #and it’s been sitting in my drafts for a couple of days #something about love and loss and desire and wanting what you can never have and maybe you’re cursed because why can you never be happy #i was trying to write about him after the kidnapping but it became this so #quackity #qsmp

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riellewashere · 2 years

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'She's trying to kill me.'

Eren sat down, sighing. He loosened his tie, manspreading on the velvet couch. He closed his eyes, arm over them, his man-bun, a complete mess. He pictured you in that dress again. It was all he could ever think of. It hugged your figure perfectly. Every curve defined. The way your cleavage was showing perfectly, drove Eren crazy. Eren was positive you were trying to kill him. The perfume you wore, clouded his senses. He had to remember where he was. Sure it was his office, but his boss would kill him if he got no work done.

He sighed again, pinching the bridge of his nose. 'You started this. You'd better finish it.' It was only a matter of time before you walked in again. He didn't care at this point. He would take you on the goddamn desk if he had to. Anything to get rid of the frustration. For now all he could do was wait. He walked over to his desk, to at least try and be productive. That one didn't work at all. He couldn't take it anymore. He shifted uncomfortably in his office chair. This was hell. And the fire was burning him.

He couldn't focus that day. Every time you passed by him, his breath you get caught in his throat, heart pounding like a drum. You knew the effects you had on him. He took out a cigarette and lit the end. Puffing out the smoke, he closed his eyes again picturing you in nothing but your skin. You were like a piece of art. He wanted you. He needed you.

He was hard by just the thought of you. It was like e was being tested. Would he give in to the temptation? It was a difficult choice. You were irresistible. You tempted him like a drug. Your sex was a blessing. Nobody took him like you. Nobody could ever do the things you did to him. 'The little seductress.' He thought, blowing smoke from his lips.

"Fuck." He whispered. He reached down. All the way down to his throbbing member. He took it in his hands and tried to relieve the tension. He tried to conceal his grunts, and groans as he worked his way up and down his member. This was filthy and sinful. He was enjoying himself. You were so perfect to him. Carved and shaped by a God. He let out a breathy groan. Precum leaked from his tip. You were driving him crazy. You probably wore that dress on purpose. Just to frustrate him. He moaned again.

He was about to reach his high, then a knock came from the door. He quickly zipped his trousers up, squashed the cigarette into his ash tray, and called, "C-come in!" His heart pounded. "Sir! I brought the file you as- Eren?" It was you. Dress and all. "You ok? Your face looks red. It is really hot in here." How dare you act so innocent. "You think you can just bat your eyelashes and act like your not at fault?"

You continued to act. You slowly walked over to him. "What ever do you mean, sir?" You said the word slowly. He couldn't take it anymore. In a flash, he slammed you against the desk, breathing down your neck like an animal. "You're gonna regret messing with me like this, darling." He inhaled you like a drug. "Eren.." You whined. "Shh. You started it. You're going to finish it." He whispered sweetly. He kissed you slowly, and hungrily. His tongue danced with yours, as you let out a moan. "Shh. Don't want anyone hearing you now, darling." He chuckled like a sadist, at your impatience. His hand muffled your cries.

"Get on your knees."

"Yes sir."

He unzipped his trousers. Your mouth watered at his size. It never failed to leave you in awe. It was veiny and thick. "Well?" He sneered. "Learned your lesson yet, darling?" You shook your head. He grabbed the back of your head and forced his member down your throat. Tears formed at the corner of your eyes. Your tongue encircled his veiny length. He groaned, pulling your hair. "Always so good for me.." He groaned, smirking down at you. You continued to pleasure his aching member. "Fu-fuck I'm close." He hissed. He pulled on your hair harder as he reached his high again.

Hot ropes of his seed coated your throat. You made sure to swallow every bit of it. You slowly took your mouth off of him. "Please" Eren lifts you onto the table, kissing you. "Please what? Be specific now." You whined. "Please! Fuck me! Take me!" He put a finger on his chin, as if to think. You whined again. "Erenn.." You looked up at him, in frustration. He chuckled, slithering his hands down your waist.

"Who am I to deny you? You've been such a good girl for me." You lit up at the praise. He reached his hands under your skirt, shoving his fingers into the pool of heat between your thighs. You moaned, throwing your head back. He fingered you at a pace that made you see stars. "E-Eren!" You whimpered. Your moans were music to his ears. He took his fingers out and sucked on them. You whined at the loss of contact.

He positioned himself at your entrance. He eased you onto him slowly. You would never get used to this. "You ok?" He whispered. You nodded. After that you rode him. His pace quickened with every passing minute. You were close. "E-Eren! I'm-" He cut you off with a thrust. His member hit all the right spots, making your eyes roll back. "I'm gonna- gonna cum!" His thrusts somehow got quicker. You moaned again and again, as you released. "Always so good for me." Eren groaned. He continued to thrust , eventually releasing again. He let out a breathy moan. "S-so good.." His seed felt heavy between your hips. You rested your head on his shoulder. "This dress looks nice. You should wear it more often, you little temptress." He whispered to you, his breath tickling your ear.

A knock came from the door. "You two better be dressed." It was the boss himself. Levi.

You two were in deep shit.

#eren smut #eren yaeger smut #eren x you #i wrote this at 2am #smut #i was paid to write this #eren jaeger #aot season 4 #attack on titan

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floppydiskettess · 1 year

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VALORANT AGENTS REACTING TO YOU FEELING INSECURE

featuring - sova, cypher, killjoy.

a/n : hi! firstly, i wanted to apologize as i made an error in my last post. i used the phrase “Aishiteru” (愛してる) when this is not the correct phrase i should have used! i am extremely sorry for that, i know little japanese so i was unaware that saying this is not a phrase people would typically use. from now on i will simply write it in english ^^

pink is you btw <3 (also be warned...i used the usage of y/n *shudders* /j)

Sova

(TW: self worth issues)

"and i'm sorry i left, but it was for the best. though it never felt right."

he is known as the golden boy, he does everything right and is highly respected among the protocol...so when people found out you two were together, some had some...thoughts about it.

"seriously i just do not understand why he would go for them? he could choose any person in the world and they would fall for him."

after hearing the hushed whispers about you, you began feeling extremely insecure about your relationship. why was he with you? they were right. he could ask any girl out and they would swoon..

soon, you realized what you had to do. you truly didn't deserve him...he should be able to love someone else.

you spend the next few days avoiding him. hopefully this would make this easier for you and he would begin to grow sick of your relationship..unfortunately, he noticed your behaviour immediately. he kept trying to ask you about it but you would either tell him you had to go do something, or would be whisked away by someone else.

"y/n, can we talk please?"

"oh-im sorry i really need to deliver this to killjoy. maybe later!"

"wait!....damn it."

one day, he decided enough was enough.

he gently knocked on your door, he was a gentleman after all. upon hearing no response he opened the door.

he let out a soft gasp as he saw your shaking frame lying down on your bed.

"oh ангел..."

you could feel a dip in the bed behind you before feeling a warm hand rest on your side.

"please...why are you shutting me out dearest?"

he hears a sniffle before hearing something that made his heart stop.

"...we should break up sasha.."

you immediately felt him freeze as he withdrew his hand from your shaking body. you hear him quietly mutter something in russian before adressing you

"w-what? ангел please...did i do something to make you feel like this? where is this coming from?"

you could hear the crack and shaking of his voice. the urge to tell him the truth burning at the tip of your tongue. the urge to reach out and hold his hand. but you couldn't. you needed to do this...for him.

"please. just leave me sasha. i cannot keep holding you back like this any longer.." you shakily say.

"what..? love you have never held me back from anything. please...what happened?" he said stunned.

he waits patiently for your reply, before remembering something he had overheard a agent say.

"oh. oh no my Солнышкop...my dearest...is this about what they said about us?" by now, he had shifted to face your back. when he saw your shaky nod followed by a smothered sob. he felt his heart absolutely shatter.

"my little dove, please tell me you know how much i love you. i am so sorry i didn't realize that what that идиот said about you made you feel as if this was the only option."

he felt you turn around to face him, the instant he saw your swollen red eyes he carefully captured your face in his hands?

"i promise you, you deserve everything. i have never felt happier with you, do you understand? if anything, you deserve so much more than I do.." he said while staring deeply into your eyes trying to get you to understand.

soon, you broke down in his arms as he engulfed you in a tender hug. as you cried into his neck muttering muffled apologies, he whispered sweet reassurances into your ear.

that agent wouldn't be bothering you anymore, he would make sure of it.

a/n : i just wanted to say this one really hit me personally. i left one of the greatest relationships i had ever had thinking it was best for the other people, but it was the most selfish thing i had ever done. if you feel like this as well. trust me, do not do it. every day i miss what i could have had if only i had chose to tell them my worries. so please talk to them, they will understand. don't make the mistake i did.

Cypher

(TW: SH mention, body issues)

"it's not the way i'm meant to be, it's just the way the operation made me.."

it started as offhand comments that the new agents would throw out.

"i could never wear that LMAO. i love the confidence!"

"wait, they chose something like that as their uniform? i could never.."

but it soon turned into something much less subtle when they found out about your relationship with the local information broker.

"have you seen their arms? its like they are flaunting themself.."

"the attention just encourages them. why else would they wear something that looks like that? i can't believe cypher would choose them over me."

everyday, you would hear at least one of these comments directed towards you, and no matter what you did. they wouldn't stop ad simply find something new to pick out.

cypher was incredibly confused when you suddenly started dressing different. you were much more hidden lately...you were covering your body as if you wanted nobody to look. even i private you refused to show him the old side of you. one day, when you were together in his room he decided to confront you.

when he dropped his mask, you raised yours.

"hey sweetheart...i'm sorry if this is out of line but is everything ok? are you trying to match outfits with me now?"

he softly chuckled trying to lighten the mood, but upon seeing your zoned out reaction he stopped, a concerned gaze filling his features. when you came back to reality, you caught his gaze.

"oh, yes im sorry...i just have a question. do you...like how i look?"

to say he was shocked was an understatement. where was this suddenly coming from?

"what? habibi of course i do. why do you ask?"

"it's not a big deal...just someone has kind of gotten me to really think about myself and how i look." you say as if it were nothing

"what? that is incredibly unprofessional?! you should report them to Brimstone. people cannot be saying things like that." he fumed, how could anybody say that to another person?

"no! no please, it's fine. they are not wrong about me."

now THAT had him shocked. they were not right about you one bit? he put down the object he had been working on before turning around and sitting next to you on his bed. you look at him confused as he gave you a soft but stern look.

"listen to me darling. i don't know what the hell they said about you but i can garentee they are wrong. they are simply jealous. please never let yourself feel upset with how you look. you are perfect in my eyes and that is what matters, is it not?" he says in the most sincere voice you have heard.

you can feel tears forming as you nod and look at the ground trying to avoid his gaze, but soon you feel a gloved hand pulling your face back to look at him.

"there is no need to hide from me my love...i want to see your beautiful face...i am here for you, yeah?"

you feel tears streaming down your face...soon you feel soft yet chapped lips gently kiss away your tears. you wouldn't trade this for the world.

he spent the rest of the night planting soft kisses all over your body (/nsx).

the next day, the rude agent was awfully quiet. you can only imagine what cypher had dug up about them.

you may not feel completely comfortable in your own skin, but cypher will be with you to help you feel a little bit more.

Killjoy

(TW: personality insecurities.)

"i shine only with the light you gave me."

everyone knew you were the "loud" agent.

after brimstone lifted the "no-fraternization" rule, you were free to be loving with your shy girlfriend in public.

most people found your extrovertedness and her introvertedness absolutely adorable. but you always feared that sometimes you were a little annoying.

one day, killjoy had been working on a turret upgrade while you were rambling about some show you heard jett talk about. but after a while you realized her only response was a soft hum every once in a while. you immediately backpedaled, were you being too loud? was she annoyed at you?"

you immediately trail off and stop talking, she seemed to not even notice your silence as harsh clanking filled the room. you frowned and checked your phone, scrolling back and forth on your home screen lost in thought.

once she had finished, you heard a quiet "yes!". you smiled as she turned around to ask your thoughts on it before seeing your face.

to anybody else, you would seem fine. just distracted. but klara knows you. to her, your eyes are more faded than normal as if you were bored...had she missed something important? she was mostly focusing on her work and assumed you had stopped talking to give her some space.

"Leibchen? Is everything alright?" she asked cautiously.

"hm? oh yes, sorry klara...i was just worried i was bothering you."

her eyes widened as you said this

"why would you be bothering me little maus? i love to listen to you!"

"i don't know, i guess i have just felt a bit worried that i have been annoying you..am i not too loud?"

"oh no! not at all! trust me, i love to hear you talk :)"

she stood up and pulled you into a shy side hug

"so, what was that about the show schatz?"

she asked with genuine curiousity, watching as your face brightened with joy at her eagerness to listen.

thank you guys so much for the support on my last posts!!!!! i literally am so happy you guys enjoy my writing!!!! i would love if anyone wanted to send me some requests as i am kinda struggling on what topics to write aboutt!!

this fic was very self indulgent and i wrote these all on my own personal experience. i literally finished this and reread to realize "oh shit...these are all me" LMAO. sorry if it is cheesy 😭

#valorant x you #valorant x reader #killjoy x reader #killjoy x you #cypher x reader #cypher x you #sova x you #sova x reader #sova valorant #killjoy valorant #cypher valorant #valorant x y/n #valorant fanfiction #valorant brainrot go brrrrrr #i wrote this at 2am #it sucks #fuck it #we ball

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robbietheferal · 1 year

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Toxic Relationship Prompts

1.“You’re mine. Only mine.”

2.“I don’t know what you want from me.”

3.“I give you fucking everything and this is how you pay me back.”

4.“I never loved you.”

5.“How delusional do you have to be?”

6.“I want to end this.. thing we have.”

7.“Not gonna lie, the sex was the only good thing about having you.”

8.“You’ll come crawling back to me, once you figure out how nobody will love and care about you in the way I do.”

9.“They warned me about you, I should have listened and stayed the fuck away from you.”

10.“Kiss me as if we love each other.”

11.”You have no one left, except for me.”

12.”Only look at me.”

13.”Selfish?! I choose you over my dad and my family name, and you dare to call me selfish?”

14.”I can’t do this anymore. I want to break up.”

15.”When will you be done with hurting me?”

16.”Oh please, as if anyone will believe you about this.”

17.”I don’t get the butterflies when I’m with you anymore.”

18.”Oh honey, we both know you won’t leave me.”

19.”Fuck you for screwing me over time and time again, and double fuck me for staying with you.”

20.”I hate you.” “But you’re still with me, aren’t you? Exactly.”

#writing prompt #writing #writing drabble #writing inspiration #prompt #relationship prompts #toxic relationship #toxic #toxicity #toxic relationship prompt #writing prompts #unedited #i wrote this at 2am

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silverredtail · 1 year

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-OH MY GOD!! BULLSHIT AU INCOMING!!

-Okay okay okay, so school au right?! Macaque-king of the theater program- if he's not lead he's a big character or master of the backstage always has his hands in everything cause he loves the stage and the other kids who have the drive and passion for it. Incomes wukong and the other preps and asses who suddenly wanna audition and be a part of the "magic" cause "oh my god it's just like that one episode/show/movie!!" Makes all of macaques fellow students feel so isolated when this was their space to shine. They had the fucking courts and hallways. Que some high school musical bullshit where macaque puts these preps through the ringer of the theater life, the heavy equipment, the long hours of lighting and blocking and he's not afraid to bully. He's the jock on this stage and he's got a bite to his bark. One by one they leave because they won't be disrespected/it's too hard/ this isnt fun at all...all but the biggest stubborn bitch mac's crossed paths with.

-✨Wukong, star jock, biggest bully cause he's clearly the best, and school massive douche of a prankster✨(Only cause we're going really Disney channel with this au)

-Macaques equal when it comes to weight they can throw around and what they can take. Wukong doesn't break at all, carrying stage peices like it's nothing, actually singing good, standing still out of pride and stubbornness more then anything. But with how loud he is and how above he thinks he is- it takes macaque literally screaming in his face "YOU FUCKS HAVE EVERYTHING! EVERY PEICE OF THE SCHOOL TO RUN BUT THE PLACE WHERE OUTCAST LIKE US CAN FEEL LIKE PEOPLE! AND YOU INVADED IT LIKE EVERYWHERE ELSE BECAUSE WERE LIKE A DAMN TV SHOW!" Then wukong kinda breaks alittle, blinking at his punkish/gothish rival in a new light, never seeing the other gets so emotional. "Oh..." "YEAH OH!! Why the hell do you think I've been trying to get you assholes out of here!! This is barely a fraction of the abuse you give us on the daily!"

-But!!!! The worst part is that wukong is good right?! And he doesn't even understand what's technically happening so two things could happen depending on what theme we're going for yeah???

-Either 1) wukong stops coming, gives the loners their space and actually stands up for them outside the theater as well. Opening night he's there frontish row cause you know...he wants to see what macaque sees..not see it for how the other jocks do..and then he slips backstage to offer Mac roses or something and they can start anew in a healthier way.

-Or the more dramatic 2) wukong doesn't quit the show. He's lead and with him there they get a whole new crowd interested in the theater program and macaque has to deal with it...but at least wukong is taking it more seriously. Till the big day..where wukong relaizes as he peeks out of the curtains that all those people..all watching, all waiting...he doesn't get to hide among the team or sit out when he fucks up...he's the lead, if messes up he ruins the whole show. Que his massive stage fright freak out so close to show time

-But macaque isn't a complete ass and he's had plenty of his stage crew who have stage fright..so he pulls wukong aside to a dark quiet space and they have a tender moment there..something along the lines around

"What if I fuck up?!"

"When has that stopped you before peaches?"

"It's nothing compared to this!!!"

"It's not so easy now huh?"

"no..i-I don't think I can do this..."

Which ya know...shows macaque just how bad this is running deep if Wukongs going to bail and humble himself that badly ya know?

-Which is another branch of things that could happen. Macaque doing the simple things of pulling wukong from the show..they have understudies for a reason. Sure they may suffer since the crowd came to see wukong but he's seen panic attacks..and this is the cusp of a big one..one wukong might not recover from.

-The other being the more cuter but again silly movie thing.

"I'm the lead too...just focus on me..just like in practice. The lights will be so bright you won't be able to see them and it will just be us out there..I won't let you mess up..and after, were all going out for food? I'll pay for an extra desert for you."

#monkie kid au #monkie kid #lego monkie king #lmk au #shadowpeach #sun wuking x macaque #lmk macaque #lmk sun wukong #writing prompt #writing #high school au #hsm the musical #hsm #2am rambles #i wrote this at 2am

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simons-purplehoodie · 2 years

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A conversation about love, with Simon and Sara

“Simon?” Sara asks, walking into his room. She watches as Simon pauses his game and puts down his controller, turning to her. She sits down on the bed, and he must notice that something’s up because he turns off his game entirely and sits on the bed next to her, waiting for her to speak.

“Yeah?” He asks, after she doesn’t speak for a moment. She’s trying to figure out how to ask her question.

“How do you know when you like someone? Or when someone likes you, I guess?”

“Do you like someone?” Simon immediately asks, the exact response she knew he’d have.

“Maybe,” she sighs, “I don’t know. Someone kissed me, and I don’t know… I don’t know if it felt like what it was supposed to feel like.”

“Who kissed you?” Simon asks, immediately going into that protective brother mode that he always does, despite the fact that she’s older than him.

She smiles and says, “I’m not going to say,” knowing that Simon won’t like this answer but will freak out if she tells him who it was.

He studies her, probably trying to figure out if he’ll get an answer out of her, but sighs quietly when she stays quiet and he realizes he won’t. “If you don’t know if it felt like what it was supposed to feel like,” Simon replies finally, “then it probably isn’t what it should be like.”

“What do you mean?” She asks, wanting a more specific answer.

“Like, if you even have to question it in the first place, then it probably isn’t right. If it’s the right person it’ll just feel right.”

“But how specifically do I know if it feels right?” She asks, not having much experience at all. What if this thing with August does feel right but she just doesn’t recognize it? How is she supposed to know?

“You’ll just know,” Simon replies. She rolls her eyes and stares at him, letting him know she wants him to say more.

She watches as Simon hesitates for a moment, looking down at his lap where he’s started playing with his fingers, a nervous habit he’s had for as long as she can remember. It’s obvious he’s trying to decide what he wants to say.

“It’s like…” he begins, his voice soft. “You feel like your whole body’s on fire. Like your heart is beating so fast in your chest.” He pauses, and Sara watches him look up into the distance somewhere, as if he’s recalling a memory. “You feel like you can’t remember how to speak. And it doesn’t matter because you don’t need to. Because you’re so close that you don’t need words, you both just understand… You feel like you can’t breathe but he’s breathing for you. You feel like he wants you. Like you’re important. Like you matter, so much.”

She stays silent, taking in everything her brother’s saying, immediately knowing that she felt none of this with her kisses with August. But now she’s no longer even thinking of August, instead so captivated by the way her brother is most definitely describing the way he felt with Wilhelm. He isn’t saying Wilhelm’s name, but he might as well be.

Simon finishes his explanation, his voice so soft with a deep sadness to it. “You feel like you’re so aware of every single touch… because every single one makes you just feel like there’s nothing else in the world that could possibly feel better than the way you feel in that moment.”

Nothing she’s felt with August feels anything even close to the things Simon’s talking about, and she can’t believe that a connection like this exists, and that Simon’s experienced such a thing and never really talked to her about it until now. She supposes she never really asked.

Simon’s eyes finally make their way back to her own again. They’re so dark, and swirling with so many emotions beneath the surface that it seems impossible to decipher them all. “It feels like…” Simon says, holding her gaze. “It feels like you’re the only two people in the world, and nothing else exists.”

And oh… oh. She can’t believe she hadn’t realized sooner. What Simon’s describing isn’t just a unique and deep connection with Wilhelm. What he’s describing is undoubtedly love.

“Oh, so you love him, don’t you?” She asks, not really needing his answer to know the truth anyway.

She watches Simon look back down at his lap where his fingers have stopped moving, and after a moment, he nods.

#young royals #young royals fanfic #young royals fic #Wilhelm x Simon #wilmon #Simon Eriksson #Sara Eriksson #i wrote this at 2am

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