#it just tends to not show up much unless you're really pissing her off or going for someone she cares about

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA if I sidestepped not being contacted for holiday stuff? My dad's side of the family does thanksgiving and christmas stuff pretty much every year, but this time he didn't reach out to me and my older sister for the former of the two. The last time we directly spoke was after a horrible amusement park experience that made my sister vow not to go along with any sort of family outing he sets up. The problem is, if we don't go through my dad (or heaven forbid, his wife) we don't get to see our grandmother, aunts, cousins, etc. past our granny occasionally stopping by. I'm not entirely sure about my sister's feelings on it, and I don't intend to put any words in her mouth, but I dread the idea of not being able to see the parts of the family that don't entirely hate me. Not everyone on that side of the family likes me, granted -- it tends to happen with at least one family member when you're trans -- but most of them are on anywhere from good terms with me to being some of my go-to relatives in times of need. My idea is that I could contact an aunt or my grandmother asking them about any holiday gatherings that are coming up, but I realized a little while ago that for one family thanksgiving might have just... not happened this year, and for two my father likely didn't reach out because he's still mad at me for "ruining the trip" -- a long and largely unrelated story, but to summarize the important points I misjudged how severe my chronic pain would get after a lot of walking and had to sit down apparently long enough for my dad and his wife to get pissed off and fuss over it -- and I'd rather not rekindle his vitriol on accident.

It'd inarguably be a dick move to try and do this for any other reason than "I have a right to see my family regardless of how my dad feels", but I think it's also kind of a dick move to do it *for* that reason? Especially since his wife's likely spread enough lies about me over that trip to at least sour the mood at a christmas dinner provided I showed up. I wouldn't drag my sister into it against her will or without her knowledge, though I'd prefer if she tagged along if only because having someone rational to defend me if he or the wife started anything would be a godsend, so it's really just a matter that involves me here. (Unless she sees this ask, in which case: Surprise! I've felt so horribly garbage since that trip that I also immediately assumed it was dad being butthurt!) If I gave into my simultaneous spite for not being communicated with and intrinsic guilt for not visiting the family enough against my father's presumed wishes and his wife's very-likely-intended wishes, WIBTA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[creaturefeaster]

could you talk more about what your geese are like and what its like to own them? ive been so obsessed with them lately and theyre so silly to me :3

Oh hell yeah I'll talk about my geese any day

Geese are really, really silly. A lot of people find them scary, but they can be very sweet and extremely loyal.

My geese will follow me everywhere. If I walk from one side of the land to the other, at a slow pace, they will typically follow in a slow line behind me. During late summer and early fall when green grass is more scarce, I like to take them to parts of the lot that they haven't been to in a while so they can keep up on their greens :3.

If I'm not the one leading, Sebastian, the gander of the group, takes on that role. I took these pictures today, and he was feeling particularly protective of the hens while I was taking these pictures (I was doing really close up pics, something I don't normally do so I don't blame him.) When a goose, especially a gander, is being protective of something, they always position themselves between you and what they're protecting.

Something else people don't realise about geese is that they pay really close attention to body language. A lot of attacks from geese are because people start acting weird around them. They take this like, "this human is not acting like how humans usually act, so I feel uncomfortable." Especially in early spring when they have babies.

...But also, they like to check people. They check every living thing around them more often than not, because they get bored easily and have fun asserting themselves. When alone they do this to each other, but if you're new around, they will try and fuck with you. And if you react how they want, which is usually in backing away, flinching, or even sometimes they're looking for a fight so approaching them the wrong way as well, they will keep going until you're chased off.

Sometimes I use my geese to keep my chickens safe, because getting occasionally pestered by a goose for straying into their grazing grounds keeps them closer together and near their coop, and out of sight of eagles and hawks.

But what's really funny, is if you just... ignore them, as long as you aren't walking towards something they're protective of and you aren't showing signs of stress, they just stop. They fail to check you and that's that, and unless you've really pissed them off beforehand, they'll forget about it. I have a tiny, clueless chicken named Sloppy Joe who doesn't read body language well at all. So whenever a goose checks her they never succeed, because she's too busy not paying attention to notice she's being challenged.

The center focus goose in this picture is Gertrude, or who I like to call Gerdy (I think of Binding of Isaac's boss Gerdy), and she's been especially funny lately.

My geese aren't ever thrilled about being picked up so I don't tend to upset them with holding them if I don't have a reason to. But lately, Gerdy doesn't leave the pen when they're let out. She gets vocal and upset that everybody left without her, and she paces by the gate. There's no reason for this. So I've been picking her up and helping her out, and when she's put back down she happily runs to go meet up with the others, it never fails.

I think she's just been wanting attention. When I first got her she was always a lot more tolerant to being touched and handled. She also likes to stand very close to me and stare at me and shake her head. (Head shaking can be fear, a threat, or excitement. It's hard to tell which it is, but I know her. She's giddy.)

I've been taking their pleasant mood in as much as I can lately, because when December rolls around, they start getting into their pre-mating season funk. Sebastian is a short fuse and the hens are hissy even before they start laying eggs 🙄

I usually have to avoid sitting on the hill like this during mating season, because Sebastian is so unpredictable during those months. But it was nice today and everybody was in a good mood :).

#anyone remember that one video of those guys trying to get like a frisbee back from aways #but theres a goose standing near it and it keeps scaring them off bc theyre being so weird about it #and then this chick just strolls up and picks it up like it's nothing and the goose does not care #she made it clear what she was doing and didnt make it a big deal #that's just how it is for real. sebastian checks me every day while getting food from the bin #fails every time bc idc bitch move. you wanna get fed or not damn.

[thatboxylady]

oh, so you're a thruststorm fan? name a list of hcs u got

AW HELL YEAH I got you covered, friend.

More under the cut because this girl is looong.

• Jetstorm and Thrust were mostly indifferent to each other after coming online, but Jetstorm's snide comment about "these two lugnuts [coming along]" and throwing him off after Fires of the Past genuinely pissed Thrust off. It set a lot of shit into motion, including that initial tiff of theirs during Mercenary Pursuits... and honestly? That "fight" they had was the best thing that could have happened to them. It immediately put them on equal footing in terms of knowing what the other was capable of, which led to them being able to coordinate so well when confronting Tankor a little later. By the end of the episode you even had Jetstorm lowering himself to Thrust's height to be at his literal level. Enemies-to-tolerant-coworkers speedrun.

• Jetstorm having robot-grade ADHD/BPD and Thrust being very very very autistic works out great for them. Thrust is more laid-back, so he keeps Jetstorm grounded in reality (and is able to talk him down from the edge as needed) by not feeding into any of his outbursts. Jetstorm is also an easy read because he's so obvious about what he's feeling, so Thrust never misses social cues with him. Jetstorm has a good read on Thrust because he is so calm, too-- he can tell almost right away if his ground pounder buddy dealing with sensory overload. [Speaking from experience of being in a relationship with someone who is autistic, while I have ADHD, we manage to make one whole functioning person.]

• Thrust and Jetstorm started interfacing/screwing around while Thrust was actively doing the same with Blackarachnia. Oops!

• Jetstorm was actually fully aware of what was going on with Thrust and Blackarachnia on the sidelines pre-Silverbolt reveal, but he kept his vocoder (mostly) muted about it. Taking a few extra potshots at the spider came with the territory of being genuinely jealous of all the extra attention Thrust was giving her.

• As annoyed as Jetstorm was about finding out he was the one truly toting around Silverbolt, he was glad to get the witch spider out of the way.

• Jetstorm is pansexual but mostly identifies as gay after Blackarachnia starts going after him, just to piss her off as a special treat. He’s also genderfluid. Thrust is bisexual— and also polyamorous. Although, Thrust is perfectly happy being exclusive with Jetstorm. He didn’t even realize he was poly until finding some old datatracks and reading about it.   

• Jetstorm prefers to bottom mostly out of necessity, because he genuinely feels safer and doesn't have to support himself on “top” without knees to balance on. All that weight has to go into his servos to keep himself upright, which also leaves him open to… potential attacks. He does not like being defenseless. Thrust tends to dom/top because he has zero chill in the sack and goes from 0 to 100 as soon as you so much as indicate that you want an interface. Neither one of them are really “switches” as a bog standard, but Jetstorm knows he can get Thrust docile with some heavy petting and plug-n-play shenanigans.

• Interfacing and fooling around came first. The relationship itself came second. They’re not quite sure exactly where the transition was. It just sort of happened?

• Jetstorm was actually the one who instigated the purely sexual parts, but somewhere along the lines he started to get… uh. Feelings. Which is very scary. He’ll deny it if you ask.

• Jetstorm has a very, very, very hard time with “I love you.” It’s heavy and terrifying. Thrust gets it. He’s not about pushing Jetstorm into anything he doesn’t want to do… but Jetstorm has a feeling that maybe Thrust is bothered by it. So, they ended up inventing a system where they occasionally give each other three taps if they’re trying to show affection without using actual PDA (which neither one of them is into anyways, unless Jetstorm is doing it for a bit).

• Thrust is a cuddler and chronic snorer. Jetstorm not so much, but he is a certified little spoon whenever the opportunity arises. He’s also  quick to adapt to sleeping through all of Thrust's snoozing RPM… but he will fuss and wake up if Thrust leaves to go pace in the dead middle of the night. Jetstorm will have to fetch him if Thrust falls asleep standing up in the middle of it—

• Their preferred sleeping position is Jetstorm on his back and Thrust tucked into his side, between his chassis and his arm. Thrust hates sleeping on his back but is perfectly fine with swiveling his helmet around to lay it flat on Jetstorm’s chest. • They're definitely not built for kissing, but they do it anyways. It's kinda clumsy, tbh.

•  Jetstorm's nicknames for Thrust include biker boy, roller boy, roller wonder, Johnny, etc. Thrust uses Storm casually, and Stormy tends to only come out in private.

• Thrust’s primary love languages are words of affirmation (receiving) and acts of service (giving). Jetstorm’s are quality time (receiving) and words of affirmation (giving).

• The words of affirmation bit is extremely useful when you consider that Thrust has a praise kink that Jetstorm wholly abuses lmfao. Jetstorm is normal about giving Thrust compliments and there are never ulterior motives haha.

• They're protective of each other in different ways.

• Jetstorm knows that Thrust is 100% capable of handling himself in a physical fight, so he doesn't worry about the smaller mech going toe-to-tread with the tougher Maximals. He does worry about Thrust running into Blackarachnia, though. Even after biker boy and the spider disengage from each other for obvious reasons (see: Waspinator), Jetstorm is extremely emotionally cognizant of the ramifications after the fact. He knows there's no way that Thrust wasn't upset about being tossed aside. Even if he's not outwardly invested in the spider anymore, Jetstorm knows that Thrust's personal opinion of himself after the fact isn't… great. Getting built up so high and then dropped so low is a recipe for disaster, so Jetstorm tries his hardest to distract him if he seems to be acting low.

• Alternatively, Thrust is extremely protective of Jetstorm when Blackarachnia starts to go after him… he might still hesitate opening fire if she's by herself, but if she's aiming for Jetstorm, he lets loose.

• Jetstorm's version of date night is going out and causing mayhem and vandalism. Thrust tends to be a little more subdued (he likes exploring the city and is also perfectly content with just lazing around “home”). They usually meet in the middle. Exploring the financial district and setting off one of the banks’ security systems so they can do a pseudo-robbery for giggles is, in fact, extremely fun.

• Thrust can sing (see: his actual VA Jim Byrnes lol). Jetstorm thinks he’s pretty good and lowkey keeps pushing him to do it more. Biker boy is nice to listen to, okay? Blues isn’t half bad.

• They make up staggeringly quick after fights, when they even happen at all. Thrust has the patience of a saint, and Jetstorm is quick to forgive (or reflect long enough to recognize if he was being an ass) and make up.

• Thrust is handy when it comes to rigging equipment in their hideout, but Jetstorm’s better with hands-on-repairs and more delicate hands-on work. Which is very funny considering the size of Jetstorm’s servos but Thrust is thankful for it. His arms/hands are way less mobile than Jetstorm’s.

• They don’t prepare their own meals since uhhhh they’re just two guys on an empty planet. It’s easier to go scavenging for cubes on their own time. Jetstorm usually waits for Thrust to pass him something as opposed to getting it himself. He likes “the service.”

• Jetstorm is cleaner. Thrust gets very filthy from road rash very fast. Jetstorm has taken a pressure hose to him more times than he thinks should ever be necessary.

• Thrust has a lot of quiet anxiety surrounding the dark and deep water. He couldn’t swim even if he tried, and he had a sight-fault in his vision suite when he first came online— hence why he’s almost always using his headlamp. Jetstorm has never once made fun of him for it. Thrust is thankful.

• Right up until he gets thrown off the side of the hydroplant into the water below by Silverbolt, swept away, and maimed in a dark turbine house at the end of the flow.

• Thrust wishes he said “I love you” more, even if Jetstorm couldn’t.

• Thrust has come to find out that he can't sleep for very long in an empty berth.

• Thrust becomes a very, very angry person after Jetstorm is gone. Mouthing off to Megatron is just half of it.

• The last thing that Jetstorm ever thought was to wonder where Thrust was.

ANYWAYS THIS RAN LONG SORRY I will stop myself here before I die.

#beast machines #oops i made myself sad now #thruststorm nonsense

[whaleofatjme1920]

Hey! Congratulations on 1k, your writing is amazing!

Could I get a romantic creepypasta matchup please?

Starting off, Im 18, a cancer, 5’6 with a pretty average build, I have longish dirty blonde hair and brown eyes, I use she/ her pronouns, and I’m bisexual with a lean towards men.

I dislike loud or constant noises, I once cried because a fly flew by my ear actually. I also don’t like many aspects of humanity, most bugs, and people I don’t know well/ don’t like touching me.

I do like soft things, the fall, sweaters/ hoodies, and alternative/ rock music. I have a collection of around 20 hoodies, sweatshirts, and sweaters. When it’s fall they’re pretty much all I wear.

I usually dress pretty comfortably but every now and then I put some effort into my appearance by wearing something nicer. Usually I just wear a shirt on the baggier side and some skinny jeans though. Along with hoodies, I also have many band tee shirts.

As said before, I really like rock, alternative, and heavy metal music. I’ve liked those genres since I was around eleven, and because of that I was terribly edgy in middle school. Some guy used to call me ‘edgy weeb’ because I watched anime and dressed in all black every day.

Some other things I’m into are horror movies and true crime shows/ documentaries. For reference some slashers I have a teeny obsession with are: Thomas Hewitt, RJ Firefly, and Asa Emory. Asa is terrible though and I truly don’t know why I like him so much.

If you look them up you’ll probably notice that both Thomas and RJ are very tall, like 6’5 and 6’10. I have a major thing for height. And also muscles probably.

Some positive things about me are that I’m a hard worker when I truly care about something, I think I have a lot of common sense, I’m creative, and I think I’m a kind person.

Some not so good things about me are that I tend to procrastinate A LOT, I don’t really feel much empathy or even sympathy unless I care about that person and understand what they’re going through, and I have slight anger issues. Like I’ll throw something across the room if it’s pissing me off. It something I’ll probably need to work on as time goes on. I also tend to always find something to hate about myself. I have less insecurities than I used to, but they’re still very much there.

My hobbies are mainly on the creative side. I draw and write, but I also play volleyball. I’m a defensive specialist who’s not that great, but I’m trying to get better.

In a partner I’d like someone who is at least somewhat similar to me, whether that’s their taste of music or one of their hobbies. I’m not great at communicating with people if they don’t like any of the same stuff I do. I also have discovered that I’m probably a bit touch starved. I recently cried because I was lonely and I wanted a hug but couldn’t have one. At the same time though I’d need to really warm up to that person before being comfortable with physical contact.

I hope that’s enough info, and thank you for your time!

Your matchup is... Jeff the Killer!

[Disclaimer, if you're coming from the tags, this is part of a special event I am holding from November 17th to the 21st where I am accepting matchups from all fandoms I currently write for. Feel free to check out my 1K celebration masterlist here for rules during the window this event is open! If it's past the 21st midnight USA central time, do NOT send me a matchup. I will have to politely turn you down. Sorry </3]

In General

Idk what to say other than this gave me really, really strong Jeff energy in the best way. Let me get into that though.

Things He Likes About You

SO, physically speaking, Jeff really likes your hair. I think he likes long hair, doesn't matter who it's on. He loves your hair and the color. You liking the fall is pretty nice, sweaters, generally autumn vibes seems to work very well. I feel like your whole personality works pretty well with Jeff? I write Jeff as a generally reflective, kind of tired with the world guy. He's not necessarily an asshole or anything, but like, his energy turns a lot of people off because they just don't understand him. I feel that you would though. Anyways, loves the way that you dress because it looks comfortable. Likes your band tees too. Your choice of music really vibes with him as well. 10/10. Horror is an absolute must with Jeff and really, everything you're into is stuff he's into. He likes that you're a hard worker when you're passionate. You being creative and kind is super cool too. Your hobbies and volleyball are all things he can probably get into tbh. I like the thought of the two of you playing volleyball together. Jeff is competitive as all hell so like-- hey.

You Two as a Couple

I think you and Jeff sit in a car listening to music a lot. It's just a really sweet thing the two of you do. I actually think Jeff is an extremely empathetic person, he's just learned how to turn it off over the years so uh, he might keep you in check every nwo and then. He's definitely a lot more thoughtful than other portrayals of Jeff - at least the way I write him. He understand what it means to hate yourself, and he'll vent it out with you. Wants you to be in a safe and healthy place even if he's kina bad at doing that,,,? He's rough around the edges. Will draw with you even though he is NOT an artist at all. He likes to draw in the margins of his notes and what not lmfao. I think Jeff is pretty tall, so like, hey that works out pretty well. He's pretty similar to you - like, not a carbon copy ofc, but the two of you definitely vibe, y'know? He's touch starved and willing to give physical affection even if it doesn't always feel like it. He's prone on holding you, nuzzling into your hair and mumbling somewhat nice things because he does NOT have a way with words. He takes a bit to warm up too? So, I feel the two of you are similar in ways no one else really understands. I think Jeff would bring a lot of balance to you, if I'm being honest. He's gentle in places you aren't and you bring out a beautiful creative side to him that isn't... killing... Jeff adores you through and through. Will protect you from loud noises because hell he doesn't actually like them either. Tells people to be quiet more than he should. Fall is YOUR SEASON. Cute stuff-

Closing Thoughts/Other Things

Hi love bug, hope you enjoyed, and thank you so so much omfg! This past fall was kina rainy where I was at, bit of a let down smh. I wanted to go to this farm up north we pronounce wrong solely for their apple cider donuts an to hang around some hay bales lmfao. Anyways, hope this was up to par, love you lots <3

#jeff the killer headcanon #creepypasta jeff the killer #jeff the kiler x reader #creepypasta matchup #creepypasta x reader

[kazuwhora]

hey kc my boo thang <333 it's valentina!! and im here to request a tokrev matchup hehe

my pronouns are she/her, i am in 2w3 and an enfp! my big three are aqua sun, then a pisces moon and rising! my venus and mars r in sag if that also helps.

sooo abt me so okay so. i'm a huge extrovert and i need to talk to people at all times, even if it ends up damaging me in some way. i tend to overshare a lot and i am a huge crybaby. i'm quite loud and all and it doesn't take long for me to get along with people unless i feel intimidated. im very loyal, like too loyal lol and tend to ignore people's flaws. a big big big part of me includes music. i listen to a lot of it, all day, everyday. one of my favorite bands is deftones! but i listen a fuckton of genre. like a fuckton. emphasis on fuckton.

my hobbies include writing, drawing (even though i suck cheeks + im currently in school for art), and honestly? i don't do a whole lot due to chronic fatigue. i love love love shopping as well

i do not know my love language TT but if i had to guess it would be gifting! my preferred love language though is physical affection

my type would be a guy that's either kinda fucking goofy tbh, a tease, a meanie, who likes to bother me a lot but like in a nice way ya dig? like he needs to be funny or it aint finna work. but i also really enjoy acts of maturity, that shows me that he is well put together and can keep me in check. he needs to be very understanding since i have lots of mental problems lol so. that's that. i also like to be spoiled so if he could do that? id be absolutely head over heels. they also need to be able to handle clinginess, since im very clingy

some trivia includes the fact that i am terrified of most bugs, i am on heavy on the asexual spectrum i believe, i HATE solitude with my entire being and my favorite anime is soul eater! i also hate gore/gory stuff and horror films.

pls ignore any typos i got rly excited lol

HI BABY ONCE AGAIN I OWE YOU MY WHOLE LIFE AND MY ENTIRE SOUL FOR TAKING FIVE FUCKING YEARS TO GET TO THIS ANYTHING YOU WANT I WILL SERVE YOU HAND AND FOOT PLEASE LOVE ME

RAN RAN RAN RAN RAN like realistically ran. ik ran is typed as an introvert but theres no fucking way that man is an introvert and idc what anyone says I wont have any of it. ran is an extrovert and he's the type of extrovert that just blends really well with the way you choose to interact with people. he's the type to be completely enamoured by the way you see people and the way you crave interactions even if it means ignoring people's flaws when you get close. but the thing is, ran isn't the type to take advantage of this either. is he a little off his rocker? yeah, what abt it. it doesn't matter bc he would NEVER DREAM of manipulating you or doing anything to hurt you. I think deep down ran is a little cynical and hides it with the allure of his pillowy airy personality, and being with someone (especially an xnfp) who can be comfortable oversharing, being a crybaby, and also putting up with his antics? dream come true.

but also ran is a massive fucking meanie but in the sweetest way. he's a simp at heart but he doesn't like to go down without a fight. he bothers you, annoys you, pisses you off, but all with love. all so he can watch you get frustrated and annoyed only to soften when you look at him because how could anyone deny his charm?? he knows he can get away with things and that's the one thing he'll take advantage of in the relationship. he also loves that you're clingy, and though he wont admit it in words, it gives him a rush of adrenaline knowing you love him THAT much.

also sorry but ran wont do shit about bugs. he is also terrified of bugs. murder? no problem. bug murder? no fucking way.

#screaming because ran

[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

*Ignore if you've already read this I just wanted to tag

Part 20: Recovery

My shit busted, Erik frowned frustrated as he sat looking through the rearview mirror in the Wawa parking lot. He hated this part of the job. Though he could take a hit and it wasn't his first, second, or third time getting shot, he didn't like the feeling of being dependent on someone else for help, even with a wound. Getting severely injured was always a risk but he preferred dealing with things on his own. Aside from that, he didn't trust hospitals. He probably needed surgery again but definitely not in Texas. Sighing, he decided to swallow his pride for the umpteenth time to go ahead and call the man he always went to when he got shot, stabbed, or had something bad happen to him that he couldn't completely fix in his own with a needle, some Tylenol, and time.

Dr. Charles. He had the equipment and resources and made private trips. He also knew Erik personally from his military days. On top of that, he was a proud Nigerian and didn't ask for specifics of Erik's dealings, deciding that it was best for him not to know so that he stayed out of it. Erik trusted him more because of it.

"Yellow," Charles answered on the first ring. Erik's eyes rolled. The man was in his sixties and it showed.

"Sup Chief. My leg's busted again. I'm a fly to you-"

"No no," he spoke forcefully. "If you're bleeding you must contain it. You will stay down and rest! Keep your leg elevated. Have you wrap-"

"Yea yea... it's in a tourniquet," Erik sighed. He felt like a child being fussed at by an elder.

"Where are you?! Drive to the nearest hospital and give them my information! I'll take care of it. We will bring you in and I will take a look."

"Or I could just-"

"No!" It was absolute. Erik's mouth set in a straight line. Charles reminded him a lot of his father. No one else could talk to him like that. "You pay me too much to be abandoned! Eh? Let us help," he insists kissing his teeth. Erik had no retort. He stared through the mirrors silently biting his thumbnail.

"Bet."

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"Alřiiight," you sing listening to Erik's 'Necessary' playlist in the background. Moving around has warmed you up despite the fact that his A/C is pumping. Shake the Room with Pop Smoke and Quavo plays, the vocalizations in the background sounding like a lowkey creepy chant a secretly possessed Tebetian monk would do. You switch to some song called Kalifornia and climb the stairs to toss the cleaning rag into laundry taking your phone from its charger. "Downstairs is officially spotless... and sanitizzzed," you gasp to the walls as you stretch backwards feeling that sweet pull and release of tension in your back and shoulders. When you head back down, the entire bottom level smells like coconut mango, lysol, and tea tree oil mixed. "Mmm," you sigh having inhaled deep to smell the goodness. It was fresh. "That good shit," you chuckle.

Again, it feels so, so good to be in this house in the clear brightness of daytime. It's calm, spacious, and beautiful like a retreat or vacation home. You can go completely nude and feel at ease, alone with no one peeping at you in a private space. You can look outside and not feel as nervous in stepping out to the driveway. So you do just that.. proudly in the nude to feel the heat on your skin. It's still hot and muggy with the sun beating down so you head back into the A/C deciding to hit the hot tub instead.

"Oh my God," you nearly cry with a homemade smoothie in hand as you chill in heated water, the bottom of your fro soaked and hanging on your shoulders as you sit butt naked and slumped. "I'm never leaving this house... this is officially MY house now..."

It's an entire hour later when you dry off, as relaxed as Katt Williams' hair on a good day. You head through the lower level again before going back upstairs. You can't help but to be nosey looking again through his rooms and belongings. Where is the kink? This is ridiculous! It's all too simplistic... minimalistic. It's just weird... For someone who lives as boldly as Erik does to have no evidence of it anywhere. It seems sneaky and bizarre. You wonder why he hasn't accumulated a house of unique knickknacks. Maybe a toy drawer? Even you have a toy drawer. Alas, the craziest things you find are six different bongs, an ugly tie dyed pair of shorts that are way too short, a keyboard piano, and boxers printed with Obama's face. He's really good at hiding his deviance. "I bet it's all in that lil room," you mutter heading to the locked door. You try the knob again thinking of using a credit card to get in. Whether it actually works you're not sure.. and you don't want to mess up your card. You'd bet good money that everything you wonder about is behind that door.

"Anyway."

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"Fuck this shit," Erik gritted through his teeth as he hunched over the outdoor freezer of the Wawa. Goddamn kid, cracker ass bitch, shooting don't know what the fuck.. He definitely needed fixing on his leg before he bleed out slowly in the Wawa parking lot. He was convinced he looked absolutely insane with a busted leg held tightly by his handmade tourniquet. It hurt like hell and he knew he had to do something. He hid the injury. No one could see it unless they really paid attention, he'd overlapped it with bandana and draped a jacket around his waist. He pulled the ice bag out of the freezer and sat it on the ground, not needing to look up to spot the camera above. In fact, he wouldn't look up because of it. Erik looked to a hefty ginger kid in a camo cap, beige shorts, and sandals. He couldn't be more than thirteen and he was hanging onto the glass door with a plastic bag of snacks dangling from his wrist as two rednecks entered through the door he held.

"Hey kid," Erik nodded watching the boy's eyes drift to his injury in question. He was observant causing Erik to shift the leg. "...Faulty machinery. Hence the ice.. but could you do me a big favor and save me some walking?" He held out a twenty and the boy took it. "And a strawberry milkshake," Erik called behind the boy who went back inside to pay for the ice as Erik limped back to the stolen vehicle. The kid was back and at his window quickly.

"Here's your change." The kid held it out, ready to drop it regardless of Erik's hand not being out to receive it.

"Keep it," Erik muttered.

"Nah, you look like you need it a lot more than me," the kid muttered scooting off. Erik stared after him. Little bastards. He scoffed starting the engine.

He pulled up to the hospital as instructed sending the info to Dr. Charles and as promised, Dr. Charles came through, calling on Erik's behalf. Erik initially refused the treatment learning that they intended on treating him right there in that hospital. "Treat me yourself," he'd fussed on the line with the trusted doctor. In the end he was swayed. He ended up in a hospital bed in Texas getting x-rayed despite his protests. Turned out they did need to operate to repair the fractured bone and tend to his vascular injury. The operation took three hours. When he woke, he was in recovery aka lockdown. His head was a little cloudy from their drugs. He decided to call the one person who he could count on to be truly excited to hear from him. He thought about how he'd start the conversation to keep her from asking too much. He just wanted to feel that warm glow she always gave him.. feel that she was with him without giving too much away.  

Thinking bout you.. Just wanted to hear your voice..

What you doing.. how'd you sleep?

Y/N. Can you talk to me for a bit while I listen? I'm tired...

Hey forehead...

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Brrrrr.

That's your pocket buzzing. Pulling out your phone you do a double take at the screen and a streak of irritation surfaces, plucking your nerve. Perfect time to ask about that so called colleague he's probably hitting and he'd better fess up to whatever it is he's hiding.

Erik: You alive?

Instead of texting nonsense back, you dial his number and he picks up on the first ring.

"Angel... I miss you already girl."

"Well then you know where to find me," you snap hearing his soft chuckle. "And what the hell is so funny?"

"You... with all this bass. You hungry?"

"Don't ask me nothing dumb like that."

"Yeaah.... you need your tummy full. When's the last time you ate?"

"Erik?.. Shut up. You know what I wanna talk about," your voice lowers. "Tell me why that girl felt comfortable waltzing into your house last night and getting into my face like she belonged there.. Last I checked you don't have any friends."

"Well last I checked...," he kisses his teeth. "Nah, I ain't call you for all that..," his voice calms. "Just know we ain't close like you thinking. She happened to pop up. Ain't like I invited her."

"But if she's close enough to you to perform pop-ups then I feel like you should've mentioned her to me like you mentioned your other three."

"It's like I said, wasn't nothing to mention." Silence stretches as you wait for him to explain. "We work together. Work is all I have. Work is all she has. We just understand that about each other, that's all it is."

"Are you telling me the truth?"

"You starting to piss me off. Yes."

"Don't get smart.. I'm choosing to believe you."

"Uh huh. Eat something."

"I am," you squint fixing your face when the waitress brings your drink and smiles. "I'm at PF Changs now."

"Oh? What you order?"

"Potstickers... lettuce wraps.... Thinking of getting some spring rolls... but also kinda wanna wait to see how I feel first. I don't wanna order it and have all these plates on the table at the same time and I'm the only one sitting here... you know?"

He chuckles and it's a light breath of amusement. "You know what?... I'm proud of you, kid. You survived the night alone in that big scary house. Such a big girl."

"Erik, don't patronize me," you flush, glad he's not there to see it. Your tone gives nothing away. "I live alone. You forget that."

"But that's different.. were you scared?"

"Not at all!" You sip your ginger beer. "What are you doing now?"

"Mm. Resting before I head out. I'll see you soon though.. before you know it."

"No rush actually. I'm enjoying the house, you can stay where you at."

"Here are your potstickers.. lettuce wraps..," the waitress hums setting the white plates on the wooden square table. "Anything else for you?"

"Not yet, I'll have to see how this goes." The food looks delicious so you talk to it instead of her.

"Understood," she smiles warmly dashing off to the kitchen as you pray silently to yourself. You almost forget Erik's on the phone as you eat until he speaks up a minute later.

"Y/N.. Do you miss me?"

"Nope." You take another few sips of ginger beer as he's silent. "..I'm kidding."

"Are you though?"

"Shut up. I told you come home."

"Shame we couldn't finish that little exercise when we were out together. I wonder how you'd have fared if we had."

"You were gonna have me do something ridiculous, I already know it." Sauce drips down your finger from the lettuce wrap and you catch it with the paper napkin from under your glass.

"Mm.. It's only ridiculous if you're easily embarrassed.. which means you care too much how you're viewed by others. It's holding you back."

"We all care about how we're presenting ourselves in society." With another sip of ginger beer you pick up a potsticker and dip it. "It's called self-awareness it's how we maneuver.. and as much as we don't like it, image is important especially when you're black working against people's pre-judgements."

"Yes and awareness is crucial but avoidance is a fear-based response that you specifically utilize as a self-imposed barrier. You could go.. so much further.. if you wouldn't avoid the situations that could cause others to view you in a way you don't particularly like.. also keeping in mind you're not a psychic to know what others are thinking."

"It doesn't take a psychic to read the room."

Silence.

"You know.. I'd love to see you be yourself.."

"I'm already myself."

"With others and not just with me. Although I love having part of you to myself," he pauses. "If I'm ever.. not with you for some reason, I want you to take that with you. Keep that same energy wherever you go. 'Cause you don't and your interactions suffer for it."

"I'm out at P.F. Chang's eating lunch.. Why? Why do we always go to therapy when I'm eating?"

"Watchu mean? That's the best time to talk to you, when your mouth is full. As a matter of fact, ballpark. How many people in the restaurant?"

"NO." You bite another potsticker.

"YES. What we just talk about? Tell me how many."

"Too many."

He chuckles again, breathily. "More than 10?"

"Yes! More than 10!"

"So here's the thing. You do it and I'll do something you want when I get back, don't matter what it is."

"And if I don't?"

"Then your punkass don't get shit. Easily put. This what I want you to do.."

"No, wait," you frown and chew on your straw. "Let's wait until you get back. It'll give you incentive to come back quicker." The waitress brings your refill. "I'll take those spring rolls," you tell her.

"You think you slick," Erik laughs. He sounds dead tired. "Okay. When I get back."

"You okay? You don't sound too good." Listening more closely, you hope he's not coming down with anything.

"Yeah I'm good. Did a lil workout, you know.. nigga a lil.. tired," he exhales.

"Oh. Intense exercise. Can't relate.. Okay, hurry back. Bye!"

"Don't hang up, I like hearing you talk!"

"Negro this food ain't gonna eat itself."

"Aight," he chuckles. "Enjoy."

Hanging up, you grin having skipped out on embarrassing yourself. The lettuce wraps are calling your name and now you're thinking of getting shrimp dumplings.

For $5!

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[wings-of-a-storm]

(1/2) you're really good at analysing scenes, so i wanna ask what do you think about the end of paintball scene where sander shoots britt because i know there are lots of different mixed opinions in the fandom. Do you think sander do it on purpose? or it was more like accident and he didn't mean to hurt her that much? Because you know shooting someone is kinda the point of paintball and when britt started shouting he stopped and looked really sorry? -

Anonymous said: (2/2) And what do u think about her reaction and what she said? did she overreacted a bit or were her words justified? can’t wait to her your opinion!

Oh my god, this scene! You mean I can’t get away with not talking about it? Oh nooooo, haha. (Thank you so much for your words though! That’s so very kind of you.

Okay so I imagine the paintball scene was pretty controversial at the time. It is SO intense! Most of the time, I honestly don’t even know how I am supposed to take it. (And for that reason, I can’t say I particularly enjoy watching it.)

To answer your first question, I think that it was mostly an accident. I think it started off as a bit of fun for Sander but progressed to something darker without him fully even realising it had.

The way I interpreted how it played out is that when Robbe spotted Britt, Sander saw a golden opportunity to both show off to Robbe and also tease Britt because it’s generally pretty fun to tease your partner. And Britt makes for an easy target to tease because Sander can get away with a lot more with her than he could with new acquaintances. The danger of that familiarity in a game though is that you can accidentally get a bit liberal with your interactions and cross a line of etiquette, which seems to have happened here.

However! I also think that once Sander started shooting at Britt in a game environment, it subconsciously started to turn into an outlet for some of his repressed resentment towards her for the way he feels controlled, dismissed, etc, in their relationship. I mean, his stare through his goggles was intense. His eyes were so sharp, so focused, so pissed… It felt like something switched in his mindset from ‘this will be funny’ to ‘this feels good’, like it was a cathartic experience for him.

What makes me feel really uncomfortable is that it seems Sander got lost in himself in quite a violent way. He only needed to hit her with paint once to get her out, or maybe twice to tease her, but he unloaded on her for shots on end at pretty close range while targeting the same point of impact on her back. That was most definitely dangerous, against the rules, and would have left a bruise(s) on her. Not cool, bro.

And to make matters worse, the way it is shot makes Sander look quite sinister – the way he keeps stalking forward for maximum damage, on a trajectory like he might not stop, getting more and more into it and glaring at her like she is an actual enemy he has to strike down, not a girlfriend in a game. And then even when she starts writhing in pain and screaming for him to stop, it takes him a delayed moment for it to register before he does stop. He seemed like he was really far gone in the moment, whatever he was thinking.

To be honest, I still don’t really know why the writers and directors were going so hard on making Sander look so dangerous and aggressive. Even the music they use is intense, so it was a deliberate choice. But…I wonder if they perhaps missed the mark? Because that scene had DV coding and I’m assuming that wasn’t their intention? Like would we really want to root for Robbe to be with someone who can suddenly turn aggressive and let out his feelings through violent catharsis? I dunno man, it was a bizarre choice to me…

All I can think is maybe that scene was actually supposed to hint that Sander can get swept up in whims and emotions without registering the boundaries. In other words, I think it was meant to be a darker version of Sander hurtling someone down an aisle on a trolley and accidentally crashing them into boxes at the other end. After all, the intense music in the paintball scene abruptly stops as soon as Sander gets snapped back to reality, just like when Robbe crashed into the boxes. I think that is partly why Sander feels he is ‘toxic’ and ruins everything he touches – because sometimes he gets lost in an impulse and doesn’t always know when to stop?

But what the show does make clear, including in this scene, is that even if Sander gets caught up in an impulse, he doesn’t consciously mean harm. When the moment breaks in the paintball scene and Britt gets up to yell further at him and the vicious glare of his eyes transitions to a look of pure perplexity, it’s like he really didn’t realise the extent of what he had done – that he had gone too far, hurt Britt, and ruined the game. I mean, he literally went from the peak disrespect of gunning his girlfriend down to win a game, to the peak respect of taking his head gear off for her. Whatever he got caught up in, he meant no malicious intent (consciously at least).

So I think I lean towards the point of the paintball scene being a way to lay down more hints about Sander’s impulsive personality and occasional risk-taking behaviour without always being able to register consequences. Something that I think contributes to his feeling toxic.

But I think the fact that Britt is the one featured in this moment is telling. I think the writers used this scene for a secondary purpose: to further establish there are lots of cracks in Britt’s and Sander’s relationship and that there is a lot going on beneath the surface for them. I mean, boyfriends don’t tend to paintball-gun their girlfriends with that much vigour unless something is really wrong in their relationship.

(You could also interpret that attack on Britt as Britt embodying, for Sander, a metaphorical barrier to being with Robbe that he is trying to break through. His declaration of ‘I think we won’ felt pretty layered. But who knows with these sneaky writers.)

So, yeh, do I think it was an accident and Sander just got caught up in the game? In the loosest term, yes. I don’t think Sander set out with malicious intent. But I do think he got swept up in something unconsciously that might have contained some hidden resentment.

As for Britt’s reaction, I can’t really blame her for being upset at being targeted so ruthlessly by her own boyfriend. I wouldn’t like the experience of my partner physically hurting me and humiliating me just for the sake of winning a game and showing off to his new friends…

However! Once again I have a caveat: I also don’t like what she said to him. I’m not sure how to take her wording. ‘Be normal. Be f—ing normal.’ I don’t know if the connotation changes linguistically in a Dutch context, but it obviously feels layered in a purely English context. If her use of ‘be normal’ in this scene is meant to suggest what it does in English, then that would imply she is bringing his bipolar disorder into the incident; that she is sick of him always doing extreme things and attributes those things to his disorder. And obviously that isn’t okay to say to him at any point.

So yikes, those are all my impressions of the paintball clip. My overall opinion is that it is just such a controversial scene from start to end and I just never quite know how to take it! And I wasn’t here for all the discussion that would have gone on after it dropped, so maybe someone can help me understand it better!

#wtfock ask #wtfock thoughts

[stroni-bomb]

Siren!Taeil: Eye of the Beholder {1}

CHAPTER ONE // NEXT 

❃ Taeil didn’t know which was worse: being a male in a family of purely female sirens or being a rare phenomenon in a group of ‘normals’. He never had it easy growing up and going against everything which makes a siren didn’t make it any easier. He would always be thankful for that fateful day when Angel!Taeyong saved him. However when a certain individual puts all of N City on their toes as they’re a risk to another citizen’s life, why can’t Taeil feel nothing except sympathy towards her instead of the hatred the other’s hold? ❃

؂۵‗✩⑈

"Taeil," Taeyong gently shook the older brother and gave him a warm smile as his tired eyelids fluttered open. "You can go to bed now. Y/N's asleep, I've got everything under control."

He quickly checked on your sleeping figure in the infirmary bed. He didn't know how long he was out but he was certain that you were awake the last time he saw you. Slowly he stood up, giving a small thanks to Taeyong before leaving the infirmary room. He wouldn't go to bed, he didn't need to, all he did need was some fresh air and thinking time.

Quietly, avoiding waking up any of the other residents, he made his way through the dimly lit corridors until finding the back door. Sliding it open carefully he tiptoed out, allowing the cool midnight breeze to blow on his face. It was a quick walk to the lake. Well it was more of a stream really.

As he reached the water's edge he finally sat down with the grass underneath him, occasionally the wind would move the grass in such a way that it'd dance in between his fingers, lightly tickling him. He had an urge to shift into his siren form but decided against it, knowing the younger boys they're probably spying on him right now from their bedroom windows.

He brought his head down to the grass and lay there, silently. The grass moulded underneath him, leaving his temporary mark into the land. He could hear the lake gently lapping against the bed, running further and further upstream. There was probably a river somewhere nearby, acting out as a branch into the wide and vast ocean.

Ocean. That word alone reminded him of...home. Could he really call it a home though?

It always surprised him how he even managed to survive. No one had realised he was different until he was six, when sirens get their human form. His once loving family turned on him just like that. Why? He was a young boy, not a girl.

He had loved where he lived. The small, grassy cove reached out onto the beach. The grass had a different feel to the one that grew at N City, it was more...rough. Pretty much summed up his whole childhood. At first it'd start with the girls his age, pushing and shoving. As soon as Taeil retaliated though that's when the older sirens began to torture him.

They left scars but they were easy to hide with clothes, he couldn't say the same for his siren form. That's why he refuses unless necessary, he doesn't need his friends to see him like that.

"Taeil hyung!" A young voice yelled out, his feet flattening the grass beneath each stride. This was someone who didn't care if he woke others. Donghyuck. "What are you doing out here?"

Taeil quickly wiped a stray tear and lifted himself up from the ground. Donghyuck bounded into him, wrapping his arms around his elder brother. He awkwardly returned the affection, he himself wasn't much of a skinship person.

"It's cold out here," Hyuck shivered as he pulled away. Taeil noticed he was barefoot and only wearing shorts with a thin, white shirt.

There was a moment of silence between the two. A chilling breeze blew passed them both, pinching their revealed skin. Hyuck quickly brought his hands to his upper arms and rubbed in a sad attempt to warm himself up.

"You didn't need to come out," Taeil eventually smiled and brought an arm around Hyuck's shoulders. "I was just getting some air before going to bed but let's get inside now. You're right, it's freezing."

Maneuvering back into the mansion Hyuck looked up in awe at Taeil. He didn't say anything, he knew Taeil wouldn't talk about this stuff with him but he had so much hurt in his eyes, so much pain, yet kept it inside and kept being his jokey self. Much like himself. He admired Taeil for that.

After walking Hyuck back up to his room which he shared with Jaemin and Renjun Taeil finally collapsed into his bed. He had to resist the urge not to run back to your infirmary room and go to bed in the chair again, just so he could be there for her when she woke up. Maybe he was being too attentive though so he decided against it, he didn't want to give others the wrong idea.

Settling down under his duvet and forcing his past memories out of his mind Taeil was finally able to sleep. Before he was completely gone a small smile sketched onto his features as a quick image of you fluttered through his mind. You were sleeping, safe and sound in the infirmary two floors below him, a smile which mirrored his own blessing your delicate features.

؂۵‗✩⑈

"TAEIL GET UP WE NEED YOU!" A series of knocks hammered at his door as various voices yelled his name. As of yet he was in no real hurry to get up, usually when this happened -and it tended to happen a lot in a house with the devil himself in it- there ended up being no real threat but instead a cream pie waiting to smack him in the face.

"TAEIL IT'S Y/N!"

Now he was up. If his fate did end up being a cream pie then he can bet that whoever the pranker was would soon become the prankee.

Dashing into your infirmary room with a sense of urgency he immediately went to your side. You were out cold, pale and seemingly unresponsive.

Taeil's eyes scanned the faces which accompanied him in the room: Taeyong, Doyoung, Jaehyun and ... Mingcheng. Quickly doing a body scan of the latter he released a sigh of relief- she was carrying no weapons and she didn't seem triumphant. Always a good sign.

"Taeyong what happened? How did her vitals drop so drastically you told me she was doing fine!" Taeil questioned, he knew he should have never left your side, screw the attentive nonsense he would've been there for you when you needed him most.

"Her heart and breathing rate dropped after another... episode. We've put her on oxygen but we aren't medics Taeil, this type of healing is beyond my powers. I heal bones. Not curses," Taeyong said sternly, not appreciating Taeil's seemingly ungrateful tone.

He took note of the oxygen mask and evaluated your chest movements, not quite how he'd like it but assumed it was an improvement.

Suddenly a pang of realisation hit him, how he had forgotten the most important piece of information he didn't know. "Episode? Is Nev okay, what happened?"

"About time grandpa. She's fine, shaken up but fine. Your little friend here tried to kill her she's lucky she-"

"She tried to kill her Taeyong? But I thought she was bed ridden," it was more of a observation than a question, although he failed to observe the very obvious glares which Mingcheng was shooting through him.

"Did he just interrupt me?" She hissed to her mate, Jaehyun, evidently pissed off.

"He's on edge babe-" "He'll be on the edge of my foo-"

"Jaehyun. Mingcheng. Please go check on Nev and Leon, shoot I should really check on Leon...Taeil, could you give me a second? Come on you two," Taeil just nodded, not watching the three of them leave and not giving Doyoung much of his attention either. His full focus was on you, this wasn't the secure figure he pictured last night, no this was the exact opposite.

There was a gentle silence which occasionally was interrupted by the sound of the heart monitor. Every time a sharp 'beep' pierced through the air Taeil would look up and check your heart rate, noting down if there was an improvement or not every time mainly for his own sanity. He was so absorbed in...You, that he forgot about Doyoung who was sat on the chair opposite the bed, checking out his older brother's behaviour and gentleness regarding you.

"Why do you like her so much?" He suddenly questioned, cocking on eyebrow in a way which Taeil couldn't stand, as if Doyoung had just figured out his entire life story by watching him for five minutes.

"I have no clue what you're on about," Taeil dismissed by shaking his head. "Who's Leon?"

"Just some Lion girl who's been stabbed or shot can't remember the exact details, brought some half wolf dude with her or something too. Now answer my question." Doyoung leaned back in his chair now, his long legs outstretched across the floor.

"You should really pay attention to the people Taeyong saves. Maybe then people will like you?" Taeil sniped back, mimicking his younger brother's actions as he leant back in his chair. Debating whether to stretch out his legs too he decided against it, he was much smaller than Doyoung and didn't need to prove it.

"What's the point? They looked like a total mad show anyway. I don't waste my breath on obviously crazy people."

"Yet you ended up living with sixteen of them, now more if you count the mates. You should loosen up, you're stressed," Taeil smiled as Doyoung chuckled to himself. He had got him there, the residents at N CITY were far from sane.

"I should say the same for you hyung, you should let us in and not push us away when we ask you stuff," now Doyoung had evened out the score. Taeil couldn't think of a reply and the sharp 'beep' of your machine left him unable to think straight anyway as he quickly noted down the results.

"I'm gonna check on Lion Girl and Wolf Boy, call us if anything happens okay?"

Taeil just nodded in response, "see you wizard boy," he smirked as the door clicked behind Doyoung as he left him by himself with you by his side.

He liked the thought of that, you standing by his side, just the thought of you standing without needing support made him happy.

He wanted you to be happy but this was just the sympathy talking... right?

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That's chapter one guys 🤪 hoped you enjoyed and give my boy Taeil some love 💝 -Stroni-

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If you're doing the commentary thing still: from 'To Love a Monster', "The fact that Shunsui likes to frequent the Rukongai every few months is a little known secret." to "“Originally, I wasn’t planning on it,” he admits, which is true. Recruiting events like these have a tendency of turning out dreadfully dull. Now, though… “But recent events have made me consider making an exception.”" That might be over 500, if so just cut if off when you feel like it.

(My comments are in bold)

The fact that Shunsui likes to frequent the Rukongai everyfew months is a little known secret. He keeps it that way because he’s foundthat hiding in the nearby districts is the best way to keep Lisa off his backabout his paperwork. (Lisa fighting a losing battle there)

(Plus, once he gets past district three or so, hardly anyonerecognizes him and it’s…nice to be looked at without the usual accompanying aweor adoration. To be treated like a normal person.) (like all the man wants is some people to chill with, he literally invites all his enemies to be his drinking buddies you can’t get much more chill than that)

He’s frequenting a local shogi club in the 4thDistrict of West Rukongai when he comes across one of the regulars grumblingabout “damn genius kids taking all of his money.” A quick glance at the gameshows that the man lost by an impressively large margin. (lol like Sousuke would have tolerated anything less, the proud little shit)

“Who was your opponent, if you don’t mind me asking?”Shunsui asks, interested. It isn’t often he comes across promising new players;it’d be nice to find someone who could offer him a challenge. (be careful what you wish for old man)

“Some random brat,” the man grunts. “Looked ‘bout nine,brown hair, brown eyes. He just left; if you want to catch up with him, you’dbetter hurry.”

After murmuring a word of thanks, Shunsui heads out of theclub and just manages to catch a glimpse of brown hair before it vanishesacross a corner. A quick shunpo brings him to a nearby rooftop, where he findsthat the kid looks…oddly familiar. It takes Shunsui a few minutes of followingthe boy around before he’s able to place him as the bold little thief from afew years back, and when he does Shunsui can’t help but feel faintly surprised.While souls aren’t exactly confined to the district they’re sent to after theirdeath, between a lack of funds and the risk of running into hollows in theforests separating the districts, he’s found that few are comfortable withtraveling around. Given that the last time he saw the boy, they were in the 37thdistrict of East Rukongai and they’re currently in the 4th districtof West Rukongai…well, it suggests a certain level of mobility that Shunsuihadn’t expected. (that’s because most kids don’t fight hollows for fun)

“So are you justgonna hide there and stare at me all day, or…?” The boy calls out abruptly.Shunsui considers his options, shrugs, and proceeds to jump down from therooftop, where he finds himself on the receiving end of a suspicious glare.

“Ah, so you noticed me. I was wondering if you would,” hesays, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. He isn’t exactly surprised—hewasn’t really trying to hide in the first place, and he’s discovered thatRukongai kids tend to have better instincts than most.

“You’ve been following me. Why?” The boy cuts in, expressiongiving no indication as to whether or not he recognizes him. After a moment ofconsideration, Shunsui decides to go with the truth. (Smart choice, Shunsui. I mean, they still won’t trust you but at least you haven’t given them a reason to actively distrust you)

“Saw that game you just played and was pretty impressed,” hesays with an easy smile. “Don’t suppose you’d indulge me in a match?”

“I’d love to, I really would, but nee-chan says I’m notallowed to go off with lonely old men,” the boy answers without missing a beat.Shunsui chokes, feeling more than a little indignant at the implication, andproceeds to revise his opinion of the boy from ‘brat’ to ‘impertinent littleshit.’

“Hey now, watch yourself! I’m not lonely! I happen to havemany friends, thank you very much. And I’m not old either!” He adds grumpily.“I’ll have you know that I’m in the prime of my life.”

“Mmm, if you say so,” the boy says, tilting his head to theside with an innocent smile. “Is that why you were stalking a prepubescent boy?Nee-chan did say something about menin their mid-life crises having weird habits.”

“And where is yoursister, by the way? Seems a bit careless of her to just let you wander off byyourself, doesn’t it?” Shunsui asks, deciding to change the subject tosomething a little less awkward. The boy’s eyes flash in response but whatsurprises Shunsui is the briefest upsurge in reiatsu that accompanies it.

“Nee-chan knows that I can take care of myself,” he saysdefensively, voice just a little too tight to be casual. (The implication that he can’t take care of himself and needs his big sister to protect him is a surefire way to piss him off. Especially since he takes quite a lot of pride in his ability to protect Sayuri). 

“I have no doubt that you can, but nonetheless I admit Ifind myself a little surprised that she’d leave you on your own,” Shunsuimurmurs, extending his reiatsu. He hadn’t noticed it before, hadn’t beenlooking for it, but now he can tell that there are small fluctuations in theboy’s energy—telltale signs that it’s being suppressed. “Unless, of course…”

As if on cue, a small figure slips out from the shadowsbehind him as the other half of the duo goes to stand beside her brother. Looking at them, Shunsui is once again taken aback by just how alike theylook—the girl’s features are a touch more delicate while the boy’s eyes are ashade lighter, but aside from that they look eerily similar. (yeah the omnitsukudo would literally kill to get her. Hasn’t even reached puberty yet and already has enough control over her reiatsu to hide from a captain? Granted, said captain wasn’t trying very hard to find her, but still)

“Otouto,” the girl greets her brother, although she doesn’ttake her eyes off him. It also doesn’t escape his notice that neither of themhave referred to each other by name so far. “I thought I told you not to speakto suspicious characters.”

Oh, come on, Shunsuithinks in exasperation. First implied pedophile, and now ‘suspiciouscharacter’? At this rate, these kids are going to give him a complex. (and yet, in some weird way, he finds them charming.)

“Maa, maa, I mean no harm,” Shunsui says, holding his handsup. He isn’t surprised to note the same fluctuations in the girl’s reiatsu,although hers are far more subtle. It does bring up the question though ofexactly how much reiatsu these kids have,for them to feel the need to suppress it. Hiding his reiatsu is all butsecond nature to him as a captain—it has to be, since the slightest loss ofcontrol over it tends to send grown men sprawling to their knees—but for two kids to do so? Who are these children,exactly? (Kyouraku: “You mean to tell me you’ve developed better reiatsu control than most seated officers on your own?” Twins: “What, like it’s hard?”)

“Would it help if I introduced myself? Kyouraku Shunsui, Captain ofthe Gotei 13’s Eighth Division, at your service.”

This time, the surge in the boy’s reiatsu is far morepronounced but interestingly enough, the girl’s doesn’t waver. A testament toher control, perhaps…? 

“And what business does a captain have with two kids fromthe Rukongai?” The girl asks skeptically, not bothering to offer her own name.

“Well, as someone who visits these areas relativelyfrequently, I figured it was my duty to inform you of some of the localattractions. See, in two weeks, district three of North Rukongai will beholding its annual dango festival,” he says, studying them closely. “It’s alsowhere a few members from the Gotei 13’s First Division will be holding aninformation session for those who might be interested in becoming shinigami.”

“Don’t you need high spiritual energy levels in order tobecome shinigami, though?” The girl questions, expression unreadable.

“Of course, but I don’t think that’s something either of youneed to worry about, am I right?” He asks with a smile. The boy stiffens andthe girl’s eyes narrow minutely, but to their credit, neither of them botherdenying it. “You don’t need to come; I’m not forcing you to. Just…consider it,okay?” (In which the twins meet their match in the ‘seeing through bullshit’ department. Kyouraku isn’t buying their act of ‘harmless impertinent children who don’t know any better’ any more than they’re buying his act of ‘harmless old man’)

With that, he turns around and begins to head back in thedirection of the Seireitei, whistling to himself as he goes. He gets about tenfeet before the boy—and he really needs to learn their names, he can’t justkeep referring to them as ‘the girl’ and ‘the boy’—calls out.

“Will you be there? At the information session, I mean,” heasks. Shunsui pauses, but doesn’t turn around.

“Originally, I wasn’t planning on it,” he admits, which istrue. Recruiting events like these have a tendency of turning out dreadfully dull. Now, though… “Butrecent events have made me consider making an exception.”

(because despite everything...he’s taken a liking to them)

#to love a monster #meri47

[reddeadredemptiontrash]

Also cute dude needs to pull his fucking head innnn. Interested in an update with what co-worker has to say on Monday but also I hope this goes well for you and doesn't make you seems desperate. There's a chance cute dude could go full asshole and make you out to be crazy so he doesn't look bad for all the horrible things he's done/essentially ghosting you. I just hope you're prepared for that outcome. Co-worker could potentially start avoiding you as well without explanation after their chat.

An update as to what happen is dude didn’t stop in, which I worked an early shift and he usually doesn’t come in after the evenings when they all go home for the day.

And yes, I’m perpared, but these two coworkers are good friends with one of my other friends and my brother in law, and they both look out for me due to it. When I started talking to cute dude, I asked.... let’s call him Larry (not the one I asked him about last week) if he was a good guy and should I stay clear and he was like “you don’t have to worry, *cute dude* is a good guy, a bit of a loser (said it jokingly) but he’s a good dude.

Cute dude hasn’t opened my message where I kind of exploded on him, about him ghosting me and I’ve just kind of lost hope.🤷🏻‍♀️

My co-worker who was super excited when we started talking because she’s friends with his mom and saw him as he grew up is even annoyed. I told her that if his coworker stops in while I’m not there (I work 3rd tonight and I’m off until middle of next week for vacation) to ask for me, because she knows everything about the situation and she told me she’d text me or call me and let me know if he knows anything.

It just really sucks. He still views all of my Snapchat stories and stuff I post and it just pisses me off even more because I KNOW he sees that he has that notification of an unopened message from me. I’m trying to just stay away from him altogether but it sucks when I see his car going to and from work, I see him outside his work usually when I leave from mine, every time I see a yellow car I get real shook and think it’s him, I have to pass by his house to go to town.

I don’t want to forget him, which sounds super sad but I promise I’m over the sad phase of it. I’m just angry and annoyed.

One of my other coworkers got super mad at me and scolded me for trying to give him a chance to explain. She was like “you don’t NEED an explanation, you want one and what’s it going to do? Tell him to fuck off because you’re mentally fucking yourself with everything and he fucked you over. He’s an asshole.”

And the problem I have with that is he wasn’t an asshole, he never showed any signs of doing something like this. I mean fuck, the last conversation we had face to face at his house he told me he was lucky to have someone like me (keep in mind, neither of us had made ANY moves. We never did anything sexual ((not to be a tmi)) and the closest we got is semi cuddling on the couch and had our legs together, but I don’t even consider that and hugging when we left each other) and that he hated it because I didn’t have to be supportive over his problems because they didn’t involve me and I told him I was there and supportive him because I understood he was only trying to do the right thing and I understood things were complicated and I wouldn’t leave him unless he wanted me to, and he was like “nononono, I don’t want you to leave. I like having you here, your presence is nice.”

Yes, I know I don’t NEED an explanation, yes I WANT one. My anxiety wants one, because right now, every single fucking day that goes by I create all these scenarios in my head of what could have happened, and I can’t control it. If you have high functioning anxiety, then you’ll understand when I say that I can’t physically help my mind running like it does. Even things that aren’t related to him, I overthink. Everything in my life I overthink all the possibly scenarios that could happen/could have happened. It would give me some closure or clarification at least, as to what happened. But right now it doesn’t make sense. I know it wasn’t me, and I’m like 99% sure it has to do with his toxic ex, but I don’t want to jump down his throat and assume things when there’s chances are that it IS just him.

To completely shut me out so suddenly is strange to me, because even after a few days when we started talking, we ended up clicking so well that he had told me about his ex, I told him about the last dude I talked to, how bad we both got hurt, how we shared similar views and opinions on relationships and such, and things were okay.

Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if I hadn’t messaged me after that one time he came into the store. If I hadn’t made the first move and started talking to me. If I hadn’t hung out with him that night we drove around in his car all night. If I hadn’t started a friendship with him. I wouldn’t be in the situation I am now.

I’m mad at myself for still giving him the benefit of doubt, that I don’t hate him, I don’t want to tell him to fuck off because I feel like that’s childish. I want to sit down with him, face to face and talk through things because we’re both adults and it feels like the right thing to do, in my head and gut feeling.

I know I probably won’t get that, but I just want to keep hoping that there’s a chance he’ll message me or I’ll run into him and we can talk things out.

I generally miss him as a friend, pushing all the crush stuff aside. He was there for me during a really rough time, helped me through it, I considered him a really good friend, and I get he was going through a lot of personal stuff too a couple weeks ago, I was as well and he’s told me many times that when things go wrong, he tends to shut himself out from everyone, not talk to anyone, not tell anyone what’s wrong because he wasn’t good about talking about his feelings and emotions and that people usually leave him because of it. It added up, his mom and I talked about him as a teenager and she said and told me things that matched up, so I don’t think he ever lied to me about that or his life. It just sucks going from talking to someone every day to not at all so suddenly and quickly. I miss our good morning texts to each other, asking each other about our days, getting those “if you work today I’ll see by and see you” texts. Just small things.

I just don’t want to give up on him, if something is wrong, you know? But I want to tell him “completely ignoring and avoiding someone isn’t the same as pushing them away” I used to push people away, I still do sometimes not intentionally because of my anxiety and depression because I don’t want to burden people with my problems and I’m afraid that they won’t understand the thoughts that go on in my head, especially because so many people label me as a very happy person when 90% of the time I’m not.

But I don’t completely stop talking to everyone. I don’t avoid seeing my friends. I don’t skip over the “we need to talk about something important” part of conversations and... that’s what he does.

Sorry, I didn’t mean to go on a rant there, but I think the main thing that’s killing me most is just how sudden and strange everything happened, and I guess I’m worried that if I keep trying, even just sending a “I hope you’re okay” message it’s going to come off as clingy and annoying, and I’m not trying to make it seem like that, I’m just generally concerned that somethings really wrong and he’s playing it up like everything’s okay when it’s not.

I don’t know.

I think this is one of the first times I’ve had time to properly type out my exact thoughts and word it the way I want. The other time is a letter that I wrote to give to him, but I don’t want to do that. I’d much rather stick to my “talk in person” plan, but in the last message I sent him, I was like “I won’t message you anymore if something has happened or you don’t want to talk to me anymore. I don’t really understand why, but I’ll understand and leave you alone if so, but you need to talk to me and tell me instead of whatever this is. I could send you what I’m currently thinking and feeling right here over messages, but I’d really prefer to talk in person if you could.”

#ask!

[neverendingmoon]

Since you're craving Kasamatsu, how about a scenario where Kasamatsu can't go to practice one day, so his s/o (who is the captain of her team) helps cover for him. And he returns next time to find his team... oddly obedient. "What happened when I was away?" "FIRST RULE OF ___-CHAN'S TRAINING: DO NOT TALK ABOUT ___-CHAN'S TRAINING!!" (PS, i sent a haikyu request the last time your box was open, did you get it? It involved the volleyball net)

“Actually, about the request I sent earlier, maybe it could be done also for captains Oikawa, Kuroo, Terushima, Bokuro, and Hanamiya too? If not, it’s cool.”

Ahh! I hope I did this justice! I didn’t do Terushima because,honestly, I hated everything I wrote for him and this has been sitting in myfolder long enough. T.T I hope it’s ok! I’m not brave enough to write Terushimaand everything I wrote for him just…I wasn’t feeling it! Please accept theother captains! *bows and slinks away in shame*

-Admin Rei

 Kasamatsu: Hegroaned as he slowly made his way to the gym for, what he knew, would be atiring practice day. It didn’t help his cause that he had been gone yesterdayand had to ask his girlfriend, who was also the captain of the girls’basketball team, to cover for him.

Surely his team hadgiven her hell; especially Kise. She was more than capable, he was sure, butsometimes those guys just got to rowdy.

As Kasamatsu entered the gym he froze and blinked inconfusion when he saw his team, sans rowdiness, practicing and some doing laps,while others practiced their shots. He was shocked to say the least, these guyswould usually be roughhousing right before practice, but here they are,practicing like good boys!

“What the hell happened when I was away?” He tilted his headin question. The entire team stopped their progress and turned to face theircaptain, standing up straight as if they were soldiers before all yelling,

“FIRST RULE OF ___-CHAN’S TRAINING: DO NOT TALK ABOUT___-CHAN’S TRAINING!” Before they all returned to what they had been doing.Kasamatsu smirked and decided to ask you yourself later tonight. He didn’t knowyou would never reveal to him your grueling practice regiments.

Hanamiya: Thecaptain and uncrowned king of Kirisaki Daichi NEVER missed a practice. However,yesterday he’d gotten so sick he couldn’t even sit up straight. He had feltlike shit and therefore went home after dumping his team’s practice on hisgirlfriend, who was also the captain of the girls’ basketball team.

After you’d nagged him about pushing himself and he calledyou an idiot and a nag, you’d reluctantly agreed to stand in for him duringpractice. His team was terrified, they’d heard chatter from the girls’ teamabout what kind of captain you were and, surprisingly, they were probably morescared to have you stand in for one practice then to have Hanamiya there, sickand pissed.

Hanamiya was annoyed as he walked towards the gym the nextday for practice. He was sure you’d fucked up the training regimen he’d workedso hard to perfect. Those idiots were probably scattered all over the gym rightnow, with you standing in the background yelling for them to stop.

He huffed inannoyance as he pushed the doors to the gym open and walked in, freezing in hisstep. It was definitely not a sight he was expecting. His entire team of idiotswere in a perfectly straight line shooting free throws, one after another. Andnone of them had a missed a shot yet.

Hanamiya had to blinka few times to make sure he hadn’t accidentally walked in on another team.Nope. It was his team, training quietly and orderly. “What the fuck is goingon?” Hanamiya questioned, getting no response.

His team just lookedover at him with dull, lifeless eyes before continuing their training. A chillran down Hanamiya’s spine before a smirk curled his lips. Now he knew why youtwo got along so well. “Alright fuckers, let’s get started.”

Oikawa: He was amoron. He’d pushed himself and now he was paying for it. “Tooru! Why would yougo to practice, knowing your knee was hurting?” You frowned and scolded yourboyfriend, icing his knee. He hissed and groaned softly, giving you a weak yetpained smile.

“I can’t let the teamdown __-chan!” He winced again and you sighed.

“I’ll put my vice incharge and stand in for your team, yea? Just go to the nurse’s office and getit looked at.” You offered him a small smile and he nodded as Iwaizumi, afterkicking him in the head, helped him to the nurse’s office.

You put on yourcaptain face and turned to your boyfriend’s team. “Alright, listen up…I’m incharge now.” You smirked at their fearful faces.

“Wipe that stupid smile off your face, Shittykawa.” Iwaizumiglared at the pretty-boy as they walked towards the gym the next day, withOikawa practically frolicking.

“I’m happy, Iwa-chan~last night, __-chan came over after practice and took care of me!” The brunettegrinned and his friend just rolled his eyes at him as they entered the gym.“Yahooooo everyone~ we’re going to start with laps today~” The captain smiledas he picked up a volleyball.

Instantly, the wholeteam turned to him, and put their fingers to their foreheads in a salute. “SIR,YES SIR!” They all yelled in unison, making Oikawa stumble backwards at thesheer loudness of their voices, and the fact that he hadn’t gotten a volleyballto the face today.

“What…happened here?” He blinked at them and they all juststared at him, standing up straight and waiting for orders-er-directions.Oikawa smiled wide, he would have to have you stand in more often.

Kuroo: “I owe youone, kitten!” Kuroo pressed a quick kiss to your lips once you showed up to thegym, decked out in your Nekoma girls’ volleyball team uniform. He had calledyou to sub for him today as he had just received a call and had to go tend to afamily emergency.

“Don’t worry about it, just go!” You smiled and smacked hisbutt as he ran off, shooting you a perverted grin over his shoulder beforedisappearing. You sighed and turned to the boys you were to…captain for thenext couple hours.

You groaned at thesight.

Kenma was already onthe bench, laying down and furiously punching on the buttons of his handheld,while Lev was sobbing on the ground at another failed attempt to receive, aswell as the rest of the team either packing up or standing around and chatting.

You shook your head.This wouldn’t do at all. You had to go into captain mode and quick, before youcompletely lost them.

“Alright! Let’s do a couple laps- Kenma I swear I’ll breakit! String bean! Off the ground…!”

That evening the boysof Nekoma’s volleyball team realized that they had never been through a morebrutal practice.

“They didn’t give youtoo much trouble, did they?” Kuroo asked the next day, his arm draped aroundyour shoulders as you walked him to the boys’ gym.

“Hmm…no not really.” You smiled secretively as you reachedthe doors. “See you after practice!” You planted a kiss on his cheek beforeskipping off to your own practice. Kuroo grinned before sighing and opening thedoors to the gym.

Lev on the groundsobbing. Kenma on his handheld. The other guys all standing around or makingfun of Lev.

At least, that iswhat Captain Kuroo was expecting, you know, just like any other day. But…

“Lev! Nice receive!”

“A little higher next time, please!”

“Nice toss, Kenma!”

Kuroo blinked andbacked out of the gm slowly, re-reading the number of the gym. Yep, it was histeam’s, and then re-entering. Maybe he’d entered a parallel universe where histeam is good and listened to him?

He took a deep breath and walked back into the gym. Deargod, someone had kidnapped his team and replaced them with aliens!

“What…are you guysdoing?” He asked, wide-eyed.

“Practicing.” Kenmareplied, not once stopping his tosses.

“…why? How…?.” Kurooasked, only realizing how odd the question was.

“___-chan told us we’re not allowed to say!” Lev repliedbefore receiving a toss expertly.

Kuroo would havefainted, but he decided that he should take advantage of this while he stillcan because knowing them, they would be bac to normal tomorrow. Unless…he hadanother ‘family emergency’ and you had to step in again. The thought brought ashit-eating grin to his face as he joined his teammates.

Bokuto: “Kou!”You groaned as your boyfriend stood before you, hands clasped and raised abovehis bowed head.

“Please ___-chan! Itsonly every once in a while that they do this!” He begged and you groaned again.You hated to say no to him but…this was just too much. His favorite restaurantwas having a special on barbecued beef and he was desperate to go, thereforeasking you, his lovely girlfriend, to stand in for him while he made a quickrun.

“Argh! Fine! Go, but hurry back!” You sighed and gave in,causing him to grin widely up at you before grabbing you by the shoulders andplanting a wet and messy kiss on your lips.

“Thanks! I’ll bring you back some!” He grinned widely andwaved at you before sprinting out of the gym. You only laughed at his anticsbefore taking a deep breath and entering the gym, where the boys were allwarming up.

“Alright guys! Howabout we start with-?”

“Did Bokuto go to that restaurant?” Akaashi, in all hismonotonous glory, asked you as he rolled his shoulder. You laughed nervouslyand nodded.

“Yeah but he’ll be back soon! I’m going to take over for abit!” You gave them a wink and a peace sign.

It was….how…what?

You gaped as you watched how out of sync the team was. Wasthis every day or because Bokuto wasn’t here?

You were convincedthat they were messing with you because they are just not this terrible on thecourt! You groaned and rolled your shoulders. Time to show them what thecaptain of the Fukurodani girls’ volleyball team was made of.

Bokuto whistled happily as he made his way to the gym thenext day for practice. He entered the gym and was prepared to tell his team theagenda, when he noticed that they were all already running laps around the gym.He blinked in confusion and called out for Akaashi.

“Uh…what’s going onhere?” He asked as the rest of the team marched on like soldiers.

“We are running laps.” Akaashi stated in an obvious tone.“Also, the team voted that we are not to be left alone with __-chan everagain.” Bokuto cocked a brow.

“Why not?! She’s-!”Akaashi cut off the captain.

“Terrifying.” The monotonous owl finished before shudderingat the reminder of yesterday’s practice.

“What happened…?” Bokuto placed his hands on his hips as hewatched the team run another lap.

“We…are not allowed to speak of that.” Akaashi repliedbefore resuming his running. Bokuto smiled widely before joining his team. Heknew of your terrifying, and sometimes painful, training methods….the two ofyou trained together often.         

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