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gay-dorito-dust · 4 days

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Hey um if it's cool could I request, Welt, Dan Heng, Jing Yuan, Gallager and Aventurine reacting to reader to questioning their interest in them?

An example: The confession

Them: I have feelings for you Reader: ... Um *shocked*.. I feel the same but.. *trails off* Them: but? Reader: *squints* you sure? About me? Please reconsider your choice. Them: ...

thank you if you decide to do this! No pressure though!

Jing yuan would raise a brow before vaguely asking you to come with him somewhere he had been meaning to show you for a while and thought that now was the perfect time.

The place where he takes you was just like any other flower garden you’ve been to before but from the way the light glinted off of the waters surface, to the way the flowers blossomed in a variety of unique colours, and other small things like that made the flower garden look ethereal.

Jing yuan chuckled at your expression.

‘You see why I brought you here?’ He asks.

‘…no, not really, why?’ You replied, looking at him in confusion.

‘I’m trying to show you that while you may not think yourself as anything special, much like this flower garden, there are a multitude of unique things tailored to you that make you shine in the eyes of the ones who views you highly.’ He responded as he lends his hand out for a bird to perch on and softly smiled as it moved up to his shoulder where it sat comfortably, trying its hardest not to fall asleep.

‘For every flower is a beauty to behold regardless of their shapes, their size or their colour that even a daffodil can be considered of equal beauty of a roses in someone’s eyes.’ Jing Yuan continues, looking at you from the corner of his eye to see whether his words were sinking in. ‘And my flower believes themself to be a withering daffodil but to me, they’re a rose unlike any other. Stubborn, strong willed, but.’

‘But?’ You echoed, nervousness creeping through your veins as Jing Yuan moved in front of you and leant forward so that he was right next to your ear.

‘But they refuse to accept words of their worth and beauty from someone who cares about them very much, but I hope to change that soon enough, if they let me.’ He whispers as he presses a kiss to your cheek and pulling away to plant a kiss to your forehead.

Dan heng

While he’s happy that you felt the same way towards him, but felt his heart sink when you told him to reconsider his feelings for you.

‘If you are not ready for a relationship, then I understand, but I wish that you wouldn’t look down upon yourself when you’re anything but what your mind is telling you that you are.’ He says as he holds your face, thumbs caressing your cheeks as his eyes shone with concern. ‘Just know that I’ll always be by your side to resolve any issue you may have, for I do not wish for you to be burdened by this alone when I can help lessen it’s impact on you.’ He adds.

Dan Heng would do anything and everything in his power to make you see just how much you meant to him, even if it meant asking March to pull up pictures where his infatuation with you was glaringly obvious.

He would bring you poetry books and read out verses that perfectly describe his innermost thoughts and feelings towards you and how he views you on a daily basis. Dan Heng feels as though he could never convey just how truly unique and magnificent you were on his own. He’s tried but compared to the works of acclaimed poets, it just lacked fluidity in terms of the flow of words.

Everything else fades away when you entered his peripheral vision, almost as though he was made to notice your presence no matter where you were, only to just stare at you with a look that could only be akin to someone who had just found their other half after so long.

Welt would sit you down somewhere and want to talk about it because he truly didn’t think that these were your own words coming from your mouth.

He believes they were someone else’s and he hated that you had started believing this person’s words as reality, when they were the furthest thing from the truth in his eyes.

He wants to help you unlearn what everybody else has thought of you in the past because it doesn’t matter, their words hold no weight until you allow it to. No one’s perception of you was in any way shape or form a reflection of the real you, for every person you’ve ever had a positive effect on posses a different perceptions of you.

The only person who knew the real you was you but it was obvious to Welt that you might’ve forgotten who that version of you was by worrying yourself to death about the thoughts and opinions of everyone else. So Welt was more then happy to help you see that you were so much more then what you think.

He doesn’t know who wronged you in the past but they’ve left everlasting damage on your tender soul, but he was going to do everything he could in his power to show you the you that he sees every time upon seeing you.

Gallagher

‘I’ve got nothing to reconsider when it comes to you sweetheart.’ Gallagher was quick to tell you as he grabbed one of your hands, squeezing it. ‘Nothing at all.’

‘But-‘ you started.

‘No ifs, ands or buts.’ He interrupts you. ‘You’re prefect the way you are and I won’t hear otherwise because I’ll always go out of my way to remind you as to why i care about you, okay?’ He says as he lifted your hand to press a kiss to the back of it. ‘Just let me take care of you and get rid of those pesky thoughts residing in your head by telling them to fuck off.’

You couldn’t help but chuckle at this as you allowed yourself to find comfort in Gallagher’s side as you were greeted by his bodily warmth that made you into melting further against him. ‘I just don’t want to be a bother to you that’s all.’ You murmured, insecurity making your throat tightened, rendering it hard to swallow.

Gallagher felt his heart break for you as he brought his arms to your waist to rub soothing patterns into your side as he presses his face to the side of your head, pressed reassuring kisses there as he whispered sweet nothings as to why you were perfect, beautiful, sweet and caring of all whom you come across, whether they were deserving of it or not.

Aventurine

He understands more then you knew because the moment you admitted to liking him in the same breath as berating yourself, he was about to ask what was it about him that you liked exactly.

You were both in the same boat that was about to capsize from your shared self hatred for yourselves, but Aventurine would be damned if he let you think of yourself in any negative light when you’ve been nothing but a beacon of pure, genuine light for him since first introductions.

He’d much rather be the one drowning in self doubt than you.

He’d have you stand in front of a mirror and asks what you see.

‘Someone who’s lost themselves along the way,’ you answered solemnly, ‘someone who’s lost sight of who they once were because they were too caught up in the opinions of others and waiting on them hand and foot, only to revive nothing but scraps.’ You added and Aventurine couldn’t help but feel himself becoming infuriated, not at you but at the people who have made you feel as though you were lesser than, who made you feel as though you should be outcasted because you didn’t fit into their narrative.

However the sound of your sniffling brought him out of his need to get back at these people for you and saw that you were beginning to tear up and was quick to wipe them away before they fell. ‘Don’t weep for people who don’t have a heart, for they’ll always think themselves superior by materialistic means that they will inevitably loose to time and bad decisions.’ He tells you as he rests his head on your shoulder, looking at you through the mirrors reflective surface. ‘You on the other hand have something that they could never hope to obtain via money.’ He adds.

‘And what’s that?’ You asked, looking into his eyes and noting that despite their dullness, they were still the most beautiful and expressive pair of eyes you have ever seen.

‘Empathy, humility, compassion, kindness and an appreciation for the simple things that many overlook and possess the ability to see the beauty in broken things.’ Aventurine replies, his voice becoming soft towards the end, clearly referring to himself, as he held onto you tighter as though you’d slip from his grasp much like everyone else had. ‘So don’t compare yourself to others who should be looking towards you as an example instead.’

You moved your head to properly look at him, not use to seeing this side of him, so serious and determined to make you see reason. ‘You really mean that?’

Aventurine smiles as he kisses you on the nose, chuckling. ‘Of course! You’re my good luck charm, I’d be hopeless and in a whole lot of trouble without you.’ He says as he presses another kiss to your nose, adoring your expression as you scrunched up your face, muttering under his breath. ‘Cute.’

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femmefatalevibe · 10 months

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Femme Fatale Guide: How To Validate Yourself & Stop People Pleasing

A comprehensive guide to learn love & trust yourself and break out of your people-pleasing identity. Hope this helps xx

HOW TO MASTER THE ART OF SELF-VALIDATION:

Remember the longest relationship you have in life is the one with yourself. While we all need an external support system to be well-rounded & healthy individuals, no one else will be with you throughout your entire life except for you. So, acting as your own best friend is the secret to living your happiest and most fulfilling life. You ultimately need to do what's best for you. Otherwise, you're damaging the only relationship you will have to confront in every aspect and stage of your life.

Acknowledge your humanity and fundamental right to have needs, goals, and personal desires. Validate your personhood and individuality. Remember you're only human and are bound to have your own physical/emotional limitations and preferences. If you would be willing to cater to others' schedules, boundaries, and limitations, give yourself this equal level of respect and expect others to do the same.

Know everyone is self-centered to a certain degree. No one cares about your happiness as much or is watching you as closely as you are. They all have themselves and their lives to worry about. People are paying attention to their own self-interests (or want you to accomplish things to boost their own credibility or self-esteem). Being your greatest personal cheerleader is the only way to fully give yourself the praise and spotlight you deserve for your accomplishments.

Self-confidence is magnetic. It is the secret to showing up as your best self in all areas of life. Being secure in yourself makes you a better friend, family member, lover, partner, spouse, professional, conversationalist, etc. Validating yourself will make you feel good, but also radiates into every relationship or interaction in your life.

Discover what you love about yourself. Reflect on the personality traits, skillsets, and behaviors you know to be admirable about yourself. Are you constantly making others laugh? Do you get endless praise for your cooking, drawing, singing, or problem-solving skills? Would people come to you first to manage a crisis like a champion? Are you a master disciplinarian when it comes to going to the gym or reading? Do people regularly compliment your outfits or nails? Think of all of the aspects of your being that make you unique and help you to feel content with your existing, authentic self.

Take control of your life to cultivate your ideal self. While you should consistently praise your naturally admirable qualities, remember that you always can change aspects of your life that will help you feel like your best self. Know that you're in control of your decisions and have the mental freedom to think & act in any way you desire to reach any goals or implement lifestyle changes to feel like the person you feel destined to be.

Block out the noise and negative self-talk. We're (almost always!) our worst critics. Consider every new experience or interaction as a learning opportunity. Mistakes and failures are life lessons that facilitate self-reflection and opportunities for growth. Remember not to beat yourself up for past mistakes: You did the best you could with the information you had at the time. If you weren't embarrassed by your past self, you never gave yourself the chance to evolve and grow. Every success, failure, and new life stage offers its own lessons and teachable moments. Remember that we're all our own unique life paths. Comparing your life to someone else's is like comparing apples and oranges. Both entities may be fruitful but have vastly different flavor profiles, growing seasons, and rates at which they ripen. As Dita Von Tesse shrewdly said: "You can be the ripest, juiciest peach in the world, and there will always be someone who hates peaches."

HOW TO STOP PEOPLE PLEASING:

Acknowledge that people-pleasing is a form of self-neglect. By prioritizing another person's desires or approval above your own, you're ultimately neglecting your physical, emotional, energetic, or spiritual needs. Consider acting in your best in your own best interest as an act of self-care that safeguards your well-being.

Set boundaries. State your limitations, calmly, clearly, and directly. Understand that boundaries are your response to other people's actions, not a means to control other people's behavior. An expectation would be to ask someone not to call you during the workday. A boundary is stating that you will not pick up the phone during the workday and will only make/return calls in the evening after leaving the office.

Communicate your needs & expectations clearly. While you can't control what others will do, being upfront with your needs and expectations can eliminate unnecessary stress, logistical issues, misplaced hurt feelings, or disappointment in any type of relationship. Direct communication between parties will allow you both to respect each other's boundaries and to prioritize interactions that are mutually more positive, helpful, and emotionally nourishing.

Express your "no" freely (and without over-explaining). Remember that "No" is a complete sentence. You do not owe someone your time or emotional energy simply because they asked or expect you to do something/attend an event out of perceived obligation/guilt or simply to make someone else happy. Making sure you're okay is your first priority. Feel free to say "no" to any requests that would emotionally drain you, make you overextend yourself, or compromise any of your personal values/goals/priorities. You don't need to justify your needs. Just kindly decline, and let it be.

Remain consistent with your boundaries & priorities. People will treat you how you let them treat you. Once you set a boundary or share your priorities will someone, stick to these words through your actions to show you're serious about how you expect to be treated. Teach people how to interact with you in a way that doesn't feel self-sacrificing. No one will respect your boundaries and priorities if you don't and are easily swayed to forgo these self-imposed standards on a day-to-day or case-by-case basis.

Consider the long-term consequences of people-pleasing. While it may appease immediate conflict or anxiety, people-pleasing offers a one-way ticket to resentment and misplaced anger. By ignoring our own needs for the sake of others, we place unspoken expectations on these individuals' obligations to reciprocate our emotional labor – whether it be with their future actions or matching our generosity with unprompted favors or emotional support. We start keeping score as we continuously give ourselves over to others of perceived obligation. When someone doesn't return the favor, we get upset, despite never expressing this expectation of someone else or that we're even self-sacrificing in any way. This can lead to us feeling depleted or guilt-tripping others, and from their perspective, seemingly out of nowhere. It is best to remember we always have a choice whether to give to others and it should be of a genuine desire, love, or support for the other person – not as a way to gain external validation or manipulate a situation to create a false sense of obligation that we keep ourselves or the receiving party beholden to. Think of your energy, time, and personal resources given to others as a gift, not a bargaining chip.

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jaehunnyy · 5 months

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time's the charm | cs

Genre: 'hate everyone but you' trope, angst, fluff

Word count: 2.3k

Pairing: quiet-boy!San x fem!reader

Warnings: San has a sad past (nothing triggering mentioned tho), mentions of running from home, sadness, toxic men, crying, some harsh words, misunderstandings, happy ending tho!!, possible grammar mistakes

Taglist: @shakalakaboomboo, @pocketjoong-reads, @nebulousbrainsoup, @justhere4kpop, @bluisheye93, @i-luvsang, @ad0rechuu, @starillusion13

You had no idea when the quiet, ebony haired guy’s eyes started to form red hearts whenever they landed on you. You had no idea when he gathered the courage to look away from his phone, just so he could get a glimpse of your outfit that day, or your hair, anything when it came to you. You also had no idea that Choi San was capable of having feelings, and neither did he. That was the first time San pleasantly surprised someone.

There wasn’t much he knew about you. Aside from your not-so-good reputation around the campus, he also found out that you held the power to make his heart jolt in happiness, or whatever that feeling was supposed to be. The lingering feeling of warmth whenever he saw you was burning his skin, along with the electric arrows piercing through his spine—and he hated it. He hated that he couldn’t hate you, just like he did with everyone else around him. But he knew he brought it upon himself, and maybe this one time, he was willing to try and risk some things.

You, on the other hand, knew what the people around you wanted you to know about him. San didn’t talk to anyone except one person (the only person he called a friend, just because they were roommates), which is why you just let the guys in your class spill whatever harsh things they dreamt up whenever his headphones were covering his ears; except he wasn’t always listening to music, but also to the things they were saying about him—because what’s so great in lying is the not knowing.

Little did they know that instead of making you stay away from him, it intrigued you. You wanted to see behind the fluffy halo of black surrounding his head—you wanted to know the story of the blue streak that blended in between his black hairs, what music resonated through his ears every break, or what shop he preferred whenever he went shopping. Something told you there was something special about the guy. He was different from all the other ones you messed with, and as much as you didn’t want to hurt him, you were selfish enough to want him for yourself.

Love did its wonders in the last few weeks, cause San didn’t know what had gotten into him when he grabbed the smallest piece of paper he eyed and a pen, writing a short note and putting it into your locker. It was like Cupid was controlling him or whatever, and as much as his nose scrunched at the thought of those lovey-dovey things, his heart swelled with pride. He just wanted to be looked at from a different point of view, he thought that maybe, you would look at him differently.

“San? Did you just put something into y/n’s locker?” his only friend, Yeosang, asked him with a frown on his face.

San looked at him with puppy-like eyes, as he was caught red-handed.

“San… what did I tell you when you transferred here?”

The black haired guy looked at the older boy, whispering in a tiny voice: “To stay away from her.”

“Well, it definitely doesn’t seem like you are too great at it.” His friend snapped, dragging him along the hallway.

“Yeosang, she makes me feel things no one else has, I don't even know how to describe it.”

“She will make you feel some unique things when she will break your heart too.” The blonde haired guy said and left, not in the mood to argue with his friend.

San felt small again. He hated everyone for the way they treated him—for seeing him as nothing less than a fragile thing who could break in any second. When he ran away at the age of fourteen, everything changed inside the once bubbly guy. He became quiet, indifferent even, or that was just the wall he built around him from broken memories and dirty past; cause deep down, he just wanted to be loved, despite hate being the only thing he knew how to offer.

You truly wanted to get closer to him. You admired how his head bobbed to the beat of the music he was listening to, or how his lips would form a pout when he got out of words when writing a note—the same love notes that continued to grow into a pile on your desk, bringing a lopsided smile on your face whenever you thought about the dimpled guy who sent them. You saw him sticking one of them a few days ago, yet you had too much fun seeing him like this—as the cold boy who had a soft spot for you; so you acted a fool.

You weren’t as bad as everyone claimed you were; you were just giving nasty men a taste of their own poison. Call yourself a femme fatale or whatever, but you just enjoyed seeing them crawl for forgiveness after what they did; yet your little act of service brought you a title as dirty as your actions, so you could just bear it in exchange for some healed hearts. You grew tired of the brokenhearted girls around the campus, so you just made their exes approach you enough so you could break their heart; you would call it playing the hero; except it wasn’t seen the same by the ones who sided with the villains of the story.

The more time passed, the more you were getting infatuated with the quiet boy, as much as he was getting addicted to your intoxicating presence. You could say you two fell in love with the help of the innocent notes, hiding behind the sweet nothings plastered on the pieces of paper; and this little word game of yours gave San enough confidence, the moment he decided he was ready to ask you on a messy date. That was the second time he pleasantly surprised someone with his efforts.

You might be curious about who I am. Meet me today at 7pm in the park? ♡

You would have said yes, if only someone didn’t have a trump card. The moment San turned his back away from the lockers, the boy who had other plans for you took the note and stamped on it, before throwing it into the closest trash bin he found. He couldn’t let this date happen, and it sadly didn’t—which is why you weren’t aware of the guy waiting for you in the cold, tears threatening to stain his cheeks with the salty taste of loss. Was that all he was destined to? Pain? Where did he go wrong this time?

He waited and waited, and when the clock hit 9pm, he realized he should have probably listened to his friend. He was way out of your league—and still, your responses to his texts (though he supposed you didn’t know it was him), and the subtle smiles you threw in his direction, he thought that maybe, just maybe, in his world full of darkness and bad luck, you would be his lucky charm. He let out a bitter laugh the moment he felt the familiar wetness on his cheek, making him remember that instead of hating everyone but you, he should have stuck to hating everyone, including you. That was the moment he swore he would never waste his feelings on anyone, deciding that he was made to wallow in self-pity forever.

And as expected due to the circumstances, the notes stopped—and you were sad; that sad that you distanced yourself from your heartthrob activities, just to focus on the boy you grew to adore. But things changed—San changed. He didn’t look at you anymore, his once fond look turning into painful daggers whenever your eyes laid on him. His dimples were hidden deeply in his soft cheeks, making you wonder what happened. If it was your fault, if it was a false hope you had, if he was like the other ones. While you two were hurting each other with the lack of affection, the tragedy was happening under the eyes of the person who screwed it all.

You endured, and endured, until one day, you couldn’t endure anymore. When you finished your lectures, you followed San, stopping him at the nearest wall of the school and looking into his eyes.

“Why did you stop sending me notes? I liked them, San.” You whispered, looking for any sign of emotion on his face.

To say he was surprised that you knew it was him was an understatement—though it didn’t matter anymore. You were probably just trying to fool him again.

“I never sent you any notes. You must be mistaking me for someone else.” He said coldly, not even looking into your eyes. He was lying.

“I saw you sticking them to my locker, San. Please, tell me.”

He let out a scoff, followed by a mocking laughter.

“Why do you even care now? Are you going to tell the whole college now? That I am such a pathetic guy?”

“San, please!”

He looked at your pleading eyes, debating if he should give you an explanation or not. You didn’t deserve it, but his feelings made a step forward.

“Why would I try to hit on someone who would only laugh at me? You broke my heart—gave me hope, and then stamped on all my efforts to ask you out the moment you made me wait for you for two hours. And this isn’t even the biggest problem,” he paused, his sharp eyes laying on your confused face: “The problem is I can't even hate you for it. Because I know you deserve better; yet I still had some hope.”

Your eyes widened. What was this man talking about? While you were engulfed in your thoughts, he was ready to leave, but you were quick to grab his wrist, making him turn back to you, an annoyed expression on his face.

“San, let me talk.”

“About? I already know you don’t do relationships or anything, kind of learned it the hard way.” He said sarcastically, yet you knew he was as hurt as you were.

“If you truly like me, give me a chance to speak,” you begged, and you saw his stiff expression relaxing just a bit, a small nod of his head encouraging you to continue: “I don’t understand. What did you expect from me? You never asked me out!”

San frowned, knuckles so tense from the way he was clenching his fists.

“I literally did a week ago?”

You don’t recall receiving a note a week ago. You thought hard, but the last time you got a note from him, he asked you to expect something later. So, what if someone was sabotaging you, stealing the chance you had away?

“San, I didn't find any notes a week ago. I can show you all the notes I have if you want, I… kinda collect them.” You said, a small blush on your cheek—only that he wasn’t buying it this time.

And that’s when it hit you.

“San, wait—what if I never got the note? What if someone didn’t want us to happen?”

“Stop finding excuses to play with me.”

“San, I'm not, list—”

You were interrupted by a shuffling sound behind you, and that's when the culprit who was eavesdropping all this time appeared, a halo of fair hair surrounding his head as he looked down, drenched in guilt.

“It was me. I didn't want you to happen, because I was scared you would hurt my friend.” Yeosang whispered, head hung down in shame.

He never felt that small in front of San; it was always the other way around. But now, he felt like he did the wrongest thing ever, and he didn’t think he had any right to look his friend—or you, in the eyes.

“Yeosang…? Why would you even? You—you knew I was so into her, so… why…?”

“I know she hurts everyone she gets with. I wanted to prevent you from heartbreak.”

“I don't hurt anyone who doesn't deserve it. I just get revenge for my friends’ broken hearts by messing with their exes’ minds, and this might make me look like some sort of fuckgirl and whatnot, but this time, I fell in love. For real.”

San looked at you in awe, the light in his beautiful eyes shining again.

“Did you really?” he stuttered,

“I… I think I did, yeah.”

San wondered if it was too late to ask you out, again. And, as the invisible red thread of fate tied you to one another, you kinda read his thoughts.

“If you still want to, I would love to go out with you, Sannie.”

Sannie. The first nickname that got his heart running laps, along with the butterflies dancing a sweet dance of victory inside of him.

Yeosang’s eyes filled with hope, and he looked up at his friend, who gave him a small smile and patted his shoulder.

“Thank you for caring, Yeosang. But I am on my own now.” He said, before grabbing your hand and leaving with you.

This was San—the quiet guy who was pretending to hate everyone while waiting for the person who would look behind his intentions, who would see how much he craved to be loved and understood. He improved so much, and that was the third time San had pleasantly surprised someone—but this time, it would definitely not be the last.

After everything he had been through, he felt like the sun had finally risen on his street, the moment he first woke up with you in his arms. This was only the start of his journey to happiness, and he hoped it would last more than the suffering he went through in his twenty years of life.

Time’s the charm, and despite the hardships you two faced, he wouldn’t want it any other way. He felt invincible when he held your hand, happiness written all over his face, and he was sure that he wasn’t meant to cycle this beautiful trip alone, but with the love of his life by his side.

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callsignfate · 7 months

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Valeria Garza HC's

(These are random hc's in no particular order, I would say mainly relationship hc's. Enjoy)

♤~♤~♤~♤~♤~♤~♤~♤~♤~♤~♤~♤~♤~♤

♤She is and will use anything against you. Shorter than her? She's going to 100% use that against you. Scared of spiders or the dark? She will make fun of you for it. It will be in a slightly mean way, but its kinda her love language.

♤You can't tell me this woman isn't SMOOTH. She will say the most beautiful and flirtatious thing in Spanish.. even if you don't know Spanish.

♤If you don't know Spanish? She will speak to you in Spanish in hopes you'll slowly learn it. Not that it helps or teaches you. She will make fun of you for it.

♤She's very transparent when you guys first get together that you'll now be a target and that you are now basically her willing prisoner. She will take you out and do things with you, but only with her. She doesn't trust her men to keep you safe properly. 100% believes that if you need to get something done right, she has to do it herself.

♤This woman is in control. Take that as you will, but she is. She doesn't change that fact for anyone. Control makes her comfortable. You ask her to let you take the reigns? She will laugh at you and shut that down immediately. This woman gives off "fuck around, find out" and boy will you find out.

♤Valeria's bed is the bland. Two pillows and a bland blanket. This woman prioritizes function over everything else. Her room is bland too. Barely any furniture and MAYBE a TV (that is covered in dust because she never uses it.)

♤She. Is. Possessive. She doesn't have to leave hickeys or anything on your skin. She doesn't have to. Her men know who you are and that you are hers. Do not try to leave hickeys on her skin. She will not be happy. She 100% feels like they are something horny teenagers do.

♤Valeria's way of showing love is picking on you endlessly. If she sees you actually struggling, she's not stupid and will tone it down or stop. She can be loving and soft if needed, although you tell anyone, and she will deny it.

♤She obviously has an attitude. A big attitude. She wins most arguments 100%. She might compromise by letting whatever you argue about happen if she thinks on it and realizes she was in the wrong. Do not expect her to admit she was wrong. She will take that shit to the grave.

♤ Hate someone? Don't tell her about it. She would kill for you. Once she loves you, she will move heaven and earth for you. Devoted. This woman would be DEVOTED to you.

♤She knows your insecurities and won't make fun of them, but she will tell you in her own way that she likes them. Now, if you're ever insecure about your relationship or worried that one of her men likes her? She would 100% degrade that person and tell you how much she genuinely doesn't like them or hates them.

♤She knows what she does to you. She loves to know you're obsessed with her in every way. She will 100% figure out every little thing about you and what you like about her and use it against you in any way possible.

♤I feel like she struggles to say that she loves you. You say it? She will 100% say "and I, you" or something to get around saying the exact words. I feel like she may say it in Spanish.

♤Nicknames? All of them are somehow mean in a loving way. All of them are in Spanish as well. If they make you melt, she will only call you by them. (Will call you idiot in Spanish as a nickname)

♤She can cook, and she likes to on days that weren't particularly long or busy (which is rare). If you know how to cook, and you cook for her, she will eat it. She will tell you things that were wrong with it if she finds any.

♤Valeria is blunt. Straight to the point. She will tell you if you are doing something wrong, call you stupid, laugh at you, then she will call you a cute nickname and help.

♤Do you wanna dress up for something or some reason? Go right ahead. She won't. She will wear the same style and type of clothes. Pants and a shirt. I feel like she 100% feels more comfortable and confident in pants and a shirt. I think she almost prefers it because she needs to make sure she's ready for anything.

#valeria x reader #valeria garza x you #valeria garza x reader #valeria garza x fem!reader #mw2 valeria x reader #valeria mw2 #valeria cod #valeria garza #valeria garza cod

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spider-stark · 1 year

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THINGS CHANGE

Pairing - Peter Parker x Reader

Summary - Your ex-boyfriend, Peter Parker, finds out that you're planning on going out with Harry Osborn, and he's definitely not happy about it.

Warnings - Sexual situations (no actual smut), slight degradation kink if you squint, angst

a/n - another random little thing I wrote about Peter in-between writing for Infinitely You. considering a part two, but we will see! lemme know what you think :)

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“You seriously can’t expect me to be ok with this!”

The sound of his voice had your blood boiling, anger instantly coursing through your veins as you realized just how domineering his tone had become. He was purposely trying to push you to your limit, seeing just how far he could go before you would finally break.

“I don’t care if you’re okay with it, Peter!” You snapped at him, not bothering to even look over your shoulder at the boy as you both trailed through the halls of Oscorp, Peter following at your heels like a lost puppy. “And last I checked I don’t need to ask for your permission when making my own decisions.”

“You can’t go out with him.” Peter grumbled from behind you, ignoring your words entirely. He respected your decisions, he really did. But it wasn’t his fault that you made such terrible ones, he thought to himself. “He’s a total dick.”

The comment stopped you in your tracks, swiftly turning on your heel and looking up to stare directly at the annoying boy that refused to just leave you alone. “Guess you two have something in common then.”

He narrowed his eyes at the gab. “What do you even see in him? I thought you hated his little rich kid attitude.”

You hated the way he mocked your voice as he spoke. Hated the way he mimicked the phrase you had used to describe Harry Osborn so many times in the past. Yet, he wasn’t wrong.

You did hate the way Harry used to act around you–constantly flaunting his fathers fortune–expecting you to fawn over him like all the other girls that came his way. But things had changed after you took on an internship at Oscorp. Harry realized that his pompous act wasn’t working on you, and the closer the two of you got the more you realized it was just that–an act–and you had grown to like the person he actually was.

“We both know that’s not who he really is.” Peter stayed silent, both of you knowing that he couldn’t argue with you. Harry was his best friend, and he was a good guy behind the flashy cars and his multibillion-dollar corporation. “And at least he makes time for me.”

The comment had hit its mark, hurt flashing across Peter’s face as the words cut into him. You didn’t let yourself falter, didn’t let yourself feel the guilt that was starting to rise in your chest. He deserves it, you reminded yourself.

“You know I always tried to be there for you,” his tone softened, his own irritation momentarily melting away as he began to recite the same spiel he had given so many times before, “but it’s complicated, people need-”

“People need Spider-Man.” You cut him off, finishing the sentence for him. “And I get that.” You really did. People relied on Spider-Man, trusted in him that he would be there when they really needed a hero. “But I needed my boyfriend, Pete. And he was never there.”

Things had been complicated since the two of you split, especially since neither of you had been willing or even able to cut the other out of their life. You were Peter’s biggest supporter, and Spider-Man’s, but you had grown tired of the constant suffering that came with being close to him.

As much as you loved Peter, you couldn’t help but crave normalcy. Someone that could be there for you and make you a priority, something that Peter wouldn’t ever be able to offer.

There was a beat of silence, the weight of your words still lingering in the air between the both of you, before he finally broke it.

“He can’t make you happy.” It was a weak argument, and Peter knew that, but it was the only one he had left.

“Honestly Pete?” You sighed, shaking your head at him. “You set the bar low. Extremely low. At this point I think I’d be happy just to have a partner that won’t crawl through my window in the middle of the night and bleed out on my carpet.”

Pete rolled his eyes. “Okay, that literally only happened one time!”

“Pretty sure one time is more than enough.”

“Well there were plenty of other times where you didn’t seem to mind having me crawl through your window.” He shot you a smug grin, crossing his arms over his chest. “Ya know, for someone who seems so pissed that their boyfriend was Spider-Man, you sure loved fucking me in the suit-”

Your eyes widened, your head jerking around to make sure that no one was around to hear his words. Peter didn’t seem to care either way, only smirking when he saw the blush that was starting to creep up your neck.

“I’m not gonna lie,” he continued, once again pushing and pushing, just trying to see how far you’d let him go, “I always thought it was kinda hot. You’ve always been pretty desperate for me, but god, the way you’d act when I wore the suit?” He paused, looking you over as he swiped his tongue over his bottom lip. You hated how the simple action made your breath catch in your throat. “It was pathetic–how you were such a slut for Spid-”

You roughly grabbed hold of his wrist, snapping at him to shut up in a hushed tone. He let you pull him towards the empty conference room to your left, that stupid proud grin still on his stupid face.

“What are you trying to do? People can hear you, Pete! Do you want people to find out who you are?” Your attitude was much different than Peter’s, clearly not sharing in his apparent amusement as you tried to quietly pull the door shut.

A part of you felt like you were getting emotional whiplash from this conversation, somehow jumping back and forth between anger, pity, and guilt while simultaneously trying to pretend like his words didn’t have an effect on you. But Peter knew you, he knew everything about you–and he was using that knowledge to his advantage.

“You gonna try and get Harry to wear it?” You weren’t surprised that he once again ignored you, only caring to entertain the conversation you wanted out of.

“What are you even talking about?”

“The suit.” His tone was so matter-of-fact, so cocky and arrogant. You wanted to hate him for it, wanted to pretend that you didn’t love when he acted like this. “I mean, he’s got enough money to find a replica somewhere, right?”

You bit down on your bottom lip, your nerves building as you watched him take a step closer. “Shut up.”

“I’m sure you’d love it, wouldn’t you?” Another step towards you, caging you against the closed door. You could feel his breath against your cheek, though you still refused to look at him. “Maybe you could convince him to wear the mask, yeah? Pretend like it’s still me fucking you.”

Copper filled your mouth as you bit down on the inside of your cheek, fighting against the familiar warmth building in your stomach. He wanted to get you riled up, that much was obvious, and he knew exactly how to do it. Fuck you, Peter Parker, you had meant to say the words out loud, but they died in the back of your throat as you struggled to find your voice.

Peter’s nimble fingers lifted to your face, forcing your chin up so you had no choice but to look directly at him. “Even if he wasn’t wearing the mask,” he cooed, the gentle tone not matching up with the dark gleam in his eyes, “we both know you’d still be thinking about me, right?”

A shaky inhale on your part, desperately trying to maintain a cold stare. You couldn’t let yourself melt for him, wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing he still had so much control over you. “You’re intolerable.”

“You’re not denying it.” He didn’t loosen his hold on your chin, not giving you a chance to break away as his other hand began to trail along your waist, fingers sneaking beneath the hem of your shirt to touch bare skin. “That when you’re with him, you pretend I’m the one touching you,”

He tilted your head further, leaning just close enough that you could practically feel his lips graze against yours. “Pretending I’m the one kissing you.”

The hand on your waist suddenly dropped to your hip, his thumb digging roughly into the flesh just hard enough that you were certain it would leave a mark. You gritted your teeth, trying to hold back the gasp that threatened to break free in response to his actions. Peter knew that you were holding back, fighting against your own instincts, and he planned on breaking you.

“Do you wish it was me?” Just barely a whisper, his lips now ghosting against your jawline as he rephrased the question, harsher this time, “Do you pretend that I’m the one inside you?” he shifted his hips as he spoke, pressing them against yours and letting you feel the very prominent bulge in his jeans. You didn’t have time to stop the high-pitched squeak that it had elicited, your face burning red as you accidentally gave him exactly what he wanted.

“No. I don’t.” The words came out weak, as well as a little shaky, your eyes screwing shut to try and avoid looking at him.

You weren’t sure how you felt anymore, the emotional motion sickness reaching an all-time high as you grappled with your feelings; just angry enough to scream at him, just horny enough to scream for him.

Your pitiful attempt to deny him did nothing as he still worked his way down to your neck, lightly nipping at the sensitive skin, grinning against you when he felt you jump at the sensation. “I don’t believe you.”

His fingers were now toying with your waistband, tugging against the material, begging for any sort of indication that you were okay with it. Both of you knew that you wouldn’t be able to turn him down even if you wanted to, and thankfully you weren’t gonna have to.

A loud buzz against the door caused both of you to jerk away from each other, Peter stumbling back before you realized that it was your phone vibrating in your back pocket. You didn’t hesitate to reach for it, desperate for a distraction.

Harry.

Guilt washed over you as you saw his name appear on the screen, followed by a text telling you that he had finished up work early so he could take you out for dinner. It was a simple gesture, one that some wouldn’t think twice about, but the thought made your chest tighten.

He was making time for you.

Peter seemed to know who it was that texted you, able to put the pieces together on his own. That cocky mask fell as he watched you, listened to the way your heart skipped a beat when you thought of Harry.

“Pete,” He recognized that tone, the same one you had used the night you called it quits, “I love you. You know that, but-” there was always a but, “I just–I can’t do this again. I need to pick what’s best for me.”

“And Harry is what’s best for you?” It hadn’t been meant as a slight, but rather a genuine question. One he knew he wouldn’t like the answer to.

“Maybe not.” You hesitated for a moment, dreading what you had to say next, “But I know that it’s not you. It can’t be you. Not again.”

The words hurt to say as much as they did to hear. Neither of you wanted this, but as much as Peter hated to admit it, he knew that there was no other way. Not right now, at least. Not while the world still needed Spider-Man.

“Okay.” Peter’s voice cracked, doing his best to force a smile. It didn’t reach his eyes, not in the way it used to. “So where does that leave us?”

You tried to return the smile. “Friends?”

“Does that mean I have to see you with Harry?”

“Probably, yeah.”

“Fine.” He feigned a look of disgust, earning a small laugh from you. “But I’m not gonna like him.”

“He’s your best friend, Pete.” You snorted at his statement, assuming that it had to at least partially be a joke.

“And you’re the love of my life.” Peter shrugged and tried to mask the pain that accompanied his words, while you tried to mask the sound of your heart breaking, “So I guess things change, huh?”

If you liked this, then please feel free to check out my No Way Home series, Infinitely You! :)

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faggot-greg-house · 3 months

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house is autistic i will accept no criticism

i have so many thoughts about house and autism. this might be the most unhinged post on my tumblr yet but here we go so house had the illusion of normalcy forced on him from a young age. i dont think thats like, full canon, but house talks about how his father abused him on more than one occassion and talked about how he was never satisfied or happy with house no matter what. so i truly dont think its a far reach to say that he would not have tolerated a "weird child." the thing that i think, though, is that all of his actions are a response to the fact that he's not particularly great at masking. he's afraid if he lets people close to him he won't be able to hide the fact that he's "weird" (aka bad). he intentionally pushes people away with his weird creepy comments and being an asshole and that's both him masking (if he's aggressively mean all the time no one will bother to look further) and a way of coping with the fact that he cant mask. the more he pushes people away the less likely it is that they'll see that he cares about things and that he's not "normal" like he's always been told. i also think that as the show went on, he got less and less concerned about masking. he constantly stims, he hyperfocuses and burns out, he panics about change, he treats his fellows a lot more like family. once he got to a point in his life where his "weirdness" is not something he can be ruined for (he's tenured and he has people who will fight for him) he found himself a lot more able to be aggressively autistic, even if he struggles with it due to trauma.

a huge Autism Moment in the show for me is when foreman quits and house fires chase. house has been afraid his whole life of showing who he actually is, as mentioned. his fellows, though, are his People, they knew all of his shit and they never ran awayy from it. they didnt question who he was and what he knew, only his methods, and they were willing to fight back against him (something he's shown he loves). but then foreman quits because he "doesnt want to be like house" and this is house's worst nightmare. this is exactly why he had normalcy beaten into him, because being weird only makes it that people will run away once they know you. he dared to let people see a bit of who he actually is and how he thinks and acts and foreman essentially said "i cant stand to be like you." on top of that fear, his team became Different. he doesnt know if chase or cameron thought the same things as foreman, if they were also judging him or hating him for being autistic. it sent him into fucking panic mode because how is he supposed to trust them when he doesnt know if they agree with foreman!!!!! and even if he could, the team is Different and its for a reason he cant control and he cant just go back to normal. his method of interviewing his new fellows also shows this - how is he supposed to be able to tell if someone will be okay with who he is and if they'll work well together based off a short intervew where he's almost certainly masking the whole time???? anyway. to end this absolutely unhinged post ive put together an inconclusive list of autistic traits and actions from house, and i want to say that so much of this is him being written off as an antisocial eccentric genius and, while he is an ass that cant be debated, it clearly runs deeper than that!!!!

he doesnt understand how ppl feel (he repeatedly talks about how small talk is like a guessing game for him and he doesnt know what to say)

he doesnt like to be touched (for a lot of the show people just do Not touch him, wilson excluded)

he stims constantly and he needs Sensations

he's blunt, rude, somewhat monotone, etc

he has a hard time making friends

he has a hard time saying what he feels (he'd rather joke or be mean than analyse his emotions)

he has a routine that he Sticks To (even thgh its not exactly the same because of patients etc, he goes to work late, he talks to the same people, he sits in his same office. he's shown coming to work sick at one point and he doesnt rly go on vacation. plus when cuddy took his bloodstained carpet it was such a fundamental change to his life that he couldnt deal)

he notices Everything (yes ik this is a sherlock holmes thing but consider sherlock holmes - also autistic)

he has a method and train of thought that works for him and he is unwilling to break from it (he's shown at least once stopping the fellows from writing on his whiteboard, and after he loses the og three he continues trying to hold ddx's because its how he Thinks)

#hate crimes md #house md #gregory house #james wilson #child abuse #wrote all of this first in a discord channel so if it looks absolutely unhinged that's why #also im autistic and if you disagree with me thats ableist #autistic greg house #my thoughts

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aprocessionofthoughts · 1 year

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Day 13: monster

eldritch Danny

Constantine was not happy. He hated falling back on last resorts, but here they were. Earlier that day they had spotted an alien fleet approaching and all efforts to communicate had ended in violence. It was Manhunter who had finally recognized them. They were a race known as the Zacrin whose goal was to eliminate ‘unworthy’ species. So far, nothing they had done was working.

And so here they are now. About to summon the King of the Infinite Realms. All accounts of the new King claimed they were peaceful and nothing like the conqueror Pariah Dark. But Constantine despised getting involved with anything to do with the Realms.

Nevertheless, he approached the summoning circle and began chanting. A breeze started up fluttering Batman’s cape. Constantine was halfway through the summoning when the candles around the circle flared, their fire turning green and reaching almost to the conference room’s high ceiling. The wind picked up pushing the heroes back. Constantine held his ground and a swirling green pool started to form at the center of the circle.

Something began to emerge. Something like feathers and flames began to materialize and then a writhing mass with several mouths full of glinting teeth.

He reached the end of the spell and the creature fully materialized. They towered over everyone, flames dancing above what might be their head. What might have been a face held two black pools that seemed to suck all the light out of the room. Its skin glistened with galaxies, an ever shifting void full of colors that burned their eyes. Below the beings waist there were what seemed like writhing snakes each with a mouth full of sharp fangs. And then unfurling behind the being were two pairs of wings covered in eyes that all gleamed with different colors, none of them found on earth.

As the wings flared out behind the King some of the Leaguers collapsed their hands covering their faces. Constantine gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, sure that if he were not used to the occult he would have collapsed as well. The Bat was still standing, but well… he was Batman.

“Why have you called me?” came the creature's voice seemingly from all around them and Constantine’s head felt like it was about to crack open, someone behind him let out a muffled shriek and Batman grunted.

“Your majesty,” constantine began, “King of the Infinite Realms, Ancient of Space, Balance of Life and Death, Gateway between the Realms, Protector of–”

“Enough!” a wave of power shot out causing Constantine’s knees to almost buckle.

“Why is it you have called me?”

“We have a deal to offer.”

“A deal?”

“Yes,” he said through gritted teeth. “And we would be bleedin' grateful if you could put a dampener on your form, my companions,” he said gesturing over his shoulder, “are not faring well.”

There was silence except for the static hissing and crackle of electricity that seemed to emanate from the being.

“That is a reasonable request.” the creature said and though nothing about his appearance changed there was a drawing in that seemed to happen that made them much more bearable to look at.

“Thank you.”

“Now, what is it that you want from me?”

“There are a bunch of ships that are planning on destroying earth and we’d be really grateful if you could help us deal with it. And we’d of course offer something in return. I’d be willing to give you my soul.”

The sound of crackling ice and static hissed through the room, and when the creature next spoke they sounded amused.

“You’re soul, John Constantine? What use would I have of something with so many holes? As it is, your constant selling of it causes enough paperwork.”

John gulped.

“However, I would be willing to help in exchange for a favor. There may be a time in the future when I may call you,” the being looked over all of them, “and when I call you will come. Does this sound agreeable?”

“It does.” John answered and he could feel Batman glaring at him. But screw that sorry sod, John was not about to tempt fate by asking the King of the Infinite Realms to wait while Batman looked at this from every possible angle and figured out a million contingencies.

“Very well then” The creature said before vanishing.

The League watched through the monitors as the being appeared in front of the lead ship. They had grown massive, three times the size of the ship, and the League watched in horror as clawed hands emerged from each of the eyes on the beings wings. They latched onto the ship and dragged it toward where the being’s chest might be where a swirling black void lined in teeth opened up. The ship was shoved into the void that then closed behind it. A staticky screeching could be heard even through the thick walls of the Watchtower and the Leaguers watched as the rest of the ships turned and fled.

The creature turned towards them, their face staring directly through each of the screens even though the cameras were all at different angles.

“Remember our deal.” came the King’s words, the King’s command, echoing in all their heads, before the King vanished.

“Well, I’m leaving, gotta go find a bar.”

“Constantine! Wait just a moment.” Batman started towards him but it was too late John had reached the Zeta Tubes and was gone.

#dannymay2023 #dp fanart #eldritch #danny phantom #danny fenton #king danny phantom #dp fanfic #drabble #eldrich danny #john constantine #dp x dc fanfic #dc x dp #dp x dc au #day 13 #monster

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meanbossart · 3 months

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I love Izzy so much, I feel for him tremendously.

Can you tell us something about his future relationship, whatever it might be, with Grodderick? Or is it under wraps for spoilers? 👀

Sure! The details of their relationship are never relevant to the plot, it's more of a background thing that changes some very minor character interactions in ways I doubt one can predict by simply learning about it - I'll still leave it under a cut for anyone who wants to avoid it. I'll also skip certain story beats which allow their relationship to happen in the first place that are most definitely spoilers, and only talk about the actual dynamic between them and post-ANE events, so if details feel amiss, that's because they are.

So it's probably obvious that they're meant to develop a romantic relationship lol this happens after Grodderick gets somewhat "stuck" with Izzy around through certain circumstances. Izzantar, in his predicament, happens to be far more comfortable around him than anyone else because of his predisposition to feel safe around "slave" races. Now, that's obviously not a great start to any relationship, romantic or otherwise lol but it is what it is.

They grow a little closer through Grodderick's endless patience and sincere curiosity about a culture he isn't familiar with. Izzantar, despite his experiences, considers the underdark his home, he can only properly conceptualize of surface customs by comparing them to his own culture, and Grodderick is the only one willing to hear it without judgement - with the eventual wisecrack or pushback. But the way he does it is one Izzantar comfortable with.

Likewise Izzantar would probably defy Grod's own generalized negativity around the orc-ish side of his culture (and frankly be positively shocked it has any merit at all). It's a funny little game of "no, YOU have internalized hate" they keep playing between themselves by accident.

Another major point here is that Grodderick is a) the only person who sees Izzantar as an adult and b) someone who immediately recognizes him as someone with an anxiety disorder. With time he would help Izzy to calm the fuck down and not always assume the worse out of people. His company also allows Izzantar to feel more at ease in public settings in the surface as a drow, and Izzy's brazen company and completely unfiltered perspective is a breath of fresh air to Grodderick. He thinks he's funny, he recognizes and participates in his dry humor, he doesn't offend easy, and he's the furthest thing from a drow. This makes him an apt friend choice and later a romantic interest. Being hot and having cool tats helps LOL

Also they both like to partake in a little devil🌿 which is likely how their first meaningful interaction ever happens (Izzantar sees him smoking and is like "oh boy I could really fucking use some of that right now")

They probably starting fucking kind of casually. It's entirely on Izzantar to pursue him since Grodderick isn't interested in feeding a drow's ego, which is a funny interaction of its own where Izzantar just blows up frustrated that he won't make the first move, since he's used to being a very passive partner. Something along the lines of "WHY DON'T YOU WANT TO FUCK ME" probably comes out his mouth verbatim LOL they get over this non-misunderstanding quickly and Izzantar is just happy to have sex in a way that's completely the opposite of what's expected of him in the Underdark as a popular breeder. Obviously he also finds Grodderick profoundly attractive both for his confidence, smarts, appearance, and frankly his imposing presence because he's not immune to a little bad-boy charm.

I think they catch feelings around the same time as one another, and proceed to get on a long-term relationship.

Izzantar (this is post ANE and never mentioned) eventually sets shop somewhere as a jeweler. He gets a lot of business based on the fact that he's a drow and knowingly plays up the part of someone who's mystically more knowledgeable and skilled about precious stones and minerals than most because of his race (on top of his genuine talent). His bad attitude is also hysterically seen as charming drow bedside-manner and indicative of the quality of his work to wealthy clients.

He lets his hair grow out and for semi-plot-related-reasons starts passing as a female drow (also, he just likes it) Grodderick doesn't care either way. At that point they're living together and get a cat that Izzantar names Angkacha. To his despair, Grodderick nickanames it Chacha and it sticks. Izzy wants the cat to be a vicious killing machine but whenever he casts animal speak on it the cat's just like OOOO MAMA ME LOVE MAMA and he hates it (but not really, he would kill for this cat)

aaaand here's some old doodles of him from that point of his life! The last two have been uh cropped for uh reasons

#ask #izzantar godseck

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neptune-knows · 5 months

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school LI yan headcanons <3

focusing on m! whitney, sydney, and robin specifically -- also by no means exhaustive just some stuff off the top of my head feel free to share yours as well id love to hear them!!!

WHITNEY

#1 most likely to straight up kill someone for looking at you funny (or at all tbqh)

always marking you in one way or another, whether biting you or leaving hickeys or cumming inside you whenever you do it

not much changes from how he is in game to be honest, still wanting to tattoo you to show his property, or making you wear a collar with his name on it

when its just the two of you, he shows his soft side a lot more frequently

his hands pretty much never leave your person. hes always playing with your hair, holding your hand, groping your chest, playing with your genitals

his cute little stress ball <3

really really likes seeing you wear his clothes because its another way to show that your his

also loves seeing you in his bed, even non sexually (shocking, i know) because you are surrounded by his scent

i saw someone say it before and they were 100% right he has a scent kink and he will mark you with his scent if its the last thing he does

you get messed with a LOT less because word travels fast about the rabid dog that attacks anyone who looks at you funny

scary boyfriend privileges? scary boyfriend privileges.

gets conflicted because he loves fucking you in public and showing everyone that your his slut, he also wants to gauge the eyes out of anyone who sees you naked

SYDNEY

you are his everything, his love, his angel

devotion levels that border on worship

sydney will do whatever he can to prevent you from being tainted by the sinners of this town

i think he'd spread rumors about people who get to close to you, and do everything he could to ruin their reputations by abusing his positions at the school and temple

someone bullying you in the halls? it would be a shame if the teachers heard about their delinquency (which may or may not be exaggerated)

he overhears a classmate talk about a crush they have on you? sydney "accidently" mentions all the nasty things he overheard that person say while renewing their friend's books at the library

sydney sees an initiate getting a little too close to you at the temple? he might bring up his concerns about their purity and dedication to the faith to jordan the next time he sees them

only god can save anyone that messes with you at the temple when he's also there

"Belief won't matter, because I'll attack you for real."

he's also very aware of how kylar feels about you, even if he doesn't tell you he does

loves to rub it in and kiss you in front of him

showing kylar who you actually belong to

this is probably an unpopular opinion, but i think hes also not above resorting to violence when it comes to the people around you

definitely not on the level that whitney is willing to go to, and also not as obvious about it, but is more than willing to hurt anyone that touches you

seriously, the library rescue scene? when someone tries to harass you at the church? sydney is by no means passive about his devotion to protecting you

ROBIN

probably the most covert his yandere tendencies

your cute childhood friend who wants nothing but the best for you

he's so so sweet about it, he's just looking out for you, after all!!!

robin is very patient and willing to play the long game because he knows that you will always come back to him at the end of things

to him, its the two of you against the entire world

also sabotaging your relationships and happiness outside of him behind the scenes

always offering a shoulder to cry on when you get ghosted "out of nowhere" or when your school project vanishes mysteriously and you fail because of it

robin hates seeing you upset, but you shouldnt be getting joy from anything but him

he is also not above hurting himself so that you will take care of him and thus stay with him

on cloud nine when you dote on him and take care of his wounds

adding on to that, wants to take care of you more than anything else

his dream is one day being able to make enough to support the both of you so you can stay inside all day and be safe from the outside world <3

robin loves to do stuff for you, loves cooking and making you treats

he definitely isn't putting his bodily fluids into any of it!!!

... okay, maybe in some of it...

most of it

also steals your (dirty and clean) laundry like kylar

whoops!! he mustve gotten your laundry messed up!! sorry!! it will happen again

i might make a part 2 with either more hcs of these guys or of the other love interests if you guys liked this one <3

#dol #degrees of lewdity #whitney the bully #whitney dol #sydney dol #sydney the fallen #sydney the faithful #robin the orphan #robin dol #neptune speaks

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gabessquishytum · 6 months

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So Desire married exclusively for money, but is now stuck in a sexless marriage with a dusty professor who they don't even really enjoy spending time with. The worst part is that because of the prenup, they can't even leave Hob, or they walk away with nothing. Hob has to be the one to start the divorce, or Desire can kiss the money and easy life goodbye. And sleeping around isn't nearly as fun when you have to go home to an indiffrent husband. So they enlist Dream who desperately needs the money to be a home wrecker and have Hob fall in love with him so he starts the divorce and Desire can walk away with the money. The bigger issue is that Dream starts to fall for Hob and hard. Everything that Desite insists is a turn off, Dream finds so charming and loveable. And so he goes into a panic because if he continues to go after Hob, Hob will leave Desire and loose half if his assets and it will be Dream's fault. But if Dream leave Hob with no explanation, Hob will stay with Desire, who openly hates him, and Dream will loose someone he really likes. And telling Hob will make Hob hate him, so theres no way Dream will get out of this without loosing the man he loves.

Asfhklkjf the ANGST hit and took me by surprise here!! Holy shit!!

From Hob’s perspective... well, he knew that Desire married him for money and security, and he was fine with it. He needed a partner who would dress up nice and be charming at faculty functions, helping Hob climb further up the greasy pole of academia. He knows that Desire cheats on him all the time, which is why he has no interest in sleeping with them at all any more - he's really not looking to catch an STI off his spouse, that would be too humiliating.

Hob may be a dusty academic tripping into middle age, but he still has needs, so of course he's interested in Desire's pretty, soft spoken brother. Dream is everything Hob would like in a partner, and it's pretty obvious that he feels the same - he's not exactly subtle in his looks and touches. They enjoy debating with each other, play board games, enjoy each other's company. Hob is definitely starting to see that he married the wrong sibling.

He is sensible enough to make Desire sit down and sort the whole situation out. Neither of them are happy, that's pretty obvious. Hob is willing to split equally and amicably with Desire, no one has to be blamed, their joint assets will simply be divided. Desire can even have the house if they want.

It's a perfect solution and Desire is thrilled to be free of their disaster of a marriage! Until... they start seeing a change in Hob. The way he is with Dream is so different, so romantic. He buys gifts, takes him on cute little mini breaks, and posts the cutest updates on Instagram. Stuff he NEVER did for Desire. Desire has overheard Dream whispering about his sex life to Death and they can't believe it! Apparently Hob is some kind of unstoppable force in bed?! Dream is almost exhausted from all the amazing sex?! Its not FAIR.

Desire is inexplicably so jealous, seeing their brother and ex husband so happy and loved up. Sure Dream did everything that Desire wanted and broke up their marriage but he did it TOO well! Why does he get to be happy when Desire is miserable?!

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft #desire of the endless

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Falling for him part 2

JJ Maybank x fem Kook Reader

Summary-

You and Sarah have been best friends since you could walk, and now it has all started to change. and fast.

*This uses scenes from Obx Season 1, but modified to fit Y/N into the storyline.*

Warnings:

Mentions of weed, swearing, someone getting hurt, drama??, I think that's it let me know if there is anything else.

A/N

Hey guys, this is part 2! I'm pretty sure this will be a 3+ part story all around the 3k word mark. Please give me some suggestions or requests you would like to see in later fics!

Enjoy reading this!

Falling for him part 1

“Okay, so what are supposed to do now?” you question, readjusting in your seat in hopes of getting JJ to move.

“Tomorrow night we are going to the Crane house to look for the gold in a well that we found underneath the house.” John B replies, you shoot Sarah a look as soon as you hear the word “Crane”

“Wait Crane? Like Mrs Crane, the one who killed her husband?” your question was more directed at Sarah than anyone else, but JJ responds,

“Yeah, it’s weird. D’know why it had to be there” JJ mumbled, standing up from the couch. You finally felt like you could breathe, you could feel the places where your skin had been stuck onto his. He pulled a blunt out of his pocket followed by a lighter, you stared at him as he lifted it up to his mouth and lit it. The smell of weed instantly became all you could smell and taste, your nose twitched at it.

“I don’t understand why we are getting her involved” Kiara responds, reminding you she still doesn’t like you.

“I have a name y’know” you crossed your arms, staring at her.

“Its fine Kie, we can trust her” John B fires out, he stands up grabbing Sarah by her hand and walking out to the jetty that’s outside John Bs home.

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JJ walks back towards the couch, and Kiara stands up brushing past JJ and walking out of the Chateau quickly followed by Pope.

“Don’t worry, she had the same reaction with Sarah” JJ said, grunting as he sat down next to you again. You hated confrontation, it made you extremely anxious, so you sat there playing with the bracelets on your wrist and bouncing your leg up and down.

“I don’t understand why she’s mad, she is the one that walked out on our friend group” You could still smell the weed on JJ, it stunk. You leaned back into the couch, letting yourself breathe for a moment.

“I’ve always liked you anyways” JJ responds, turning around to look at you. you heart skipped a beat at that sentence, you searched his face for any further explanation of what he meant. Did he like you as a friend or did he like you as a love interest? He stood up again, walking out the chateau towards the jetty were Sarah and John B are, leaving you to think about what he said a thousand times over in your head.

The words spun around your head millions of times, you were zoned out in a place of pure confusion and hope. You could feel your heartbeat in your chest, pounding like a drum. Your palms feel sweaty, and your cheeks are burning up. You quickly snap out of it when you hear the screen door open. You blink your eyes out of the trance, seeing Sarah walking towards you.

“Hey, how are you feeling about all this?” she questions you, sitting down next to you on the couch. You scotched over, readjusting your seating position.

The question took you aback, you had to sit and think for a while before answering.

Is this really what I want?

Am I willing to sacrifice for this group?

Yes, I am.

“You know, I’m feeling okay. I would feel better if Kie wasn’t being such a bitch but I’m okay” you responded to Sarah, giving her a smile to reassure you that you were okay. She smiles back, excitement decorated on her face. Your glad this made her happy, besides you need to get out of the bubble wrap at some point, right?

“I’m so glad, thank you” her voice was sincere, you leaned in for a hug, and she wrapped her arms around the back of your neck swaying you both sideways before letting go and jumping up from the couch.

“Come, everyone is sitting on the jetty” She reaches out her hand, and you grab hold of it and let her pull you up off the couch. You both walk to the screen door that leads outside, push it open, and walking down the wooden steps. You walk across the lush green grass, breathing in that familiar smell of the Outer Banks, one so nostalgic and homey. You continue walking down the jetty until you get to the end where the rest of the pogues are. Kiara is off to the side, sitting under the railing and up against a pillar next to Pope, JJ and John B are sitting on the only two chairs that are there. Sarah sits on the floor between John B's legs, you just decided to sit on the floor In front of everyone.

John B and JJ are talking about ways to get the gold out of the well, Kie and Pope are having a conversation but it’s too quiet to hear what exactly they are saying just muffled murmurs. Sarah looks exhausted and has her eyes closed, there is no one to talk to you. so instead you listen into what John B and JJ are saying.

“Okay so we need rope, so we can lower you down into the well” JJ adds, gesturing towards John B.

“I swear to god JJ, if you guys drop me, I’m going to kill you” John B responds with laughter, JJ cackles at his joke.

“Nah don’t worry bro, we gotchu” JJ replies, doing the Pogue handshake with John B. you watched as they do it the back of JJ’s hand hits John Bs palm, then John bs back hand hits JJs hand, followed by the outside of their hands hitting together and a snap. It simple and easy enough to remember, you start practicing it on yourself. JJ looks over and sees you doing the handshake with yourself,

“How are we going to transp-” John B was cut off by JJ

“Yo, hold that thought” JJ stood up from his chair walking over to you. You looked up as soon as you saw his feet in front of you.

“Let me help you” he insisted “here stand-up” you stood up, standing in front of him.

“Okay put your hand like that” you followed his directions, “yep, then like this and into the snap” he finished, watching your smile brighten your face up.

“See its easy” JJ cheered, looking into your eyes.

“Thank you!” you responded, laughing at his unseriousness. You couldn’t see it, but you could feel Kiara staring daggers into the side of your head, you could feel her negative mood fill the space around you.

JJ:

She’s so pure, there is just something about Y/N that makes her so alluding. Her smile brightens her whole face, it's warm and big. Her big eyes are so gorgeous, I feel weak every time I’m under her gaze. She reminds me of the sun, Warm and fuzzy, Bright, and happy like long summer days. She is the definition of summer, if summer was a person, it would be her. Her sun-kissed cheeks and freckles sprinkled all over her body. Her laugh made me feel like I was on cloud nine, sure I’d noticed her at parties and drunkenly asked to hook up with her, Kook Princess. But now, I’m really noticing her, Y/N Palmer, Pogue, a ball of hope, joy, love, and care.

But what would an amazing person like her want to do with a low life like me? Nothing that’s what.

Kiara:

Why is she still here? she doesn’t belong. Why is John B happily letting her into my friend group? She is nothing like us, she doesn’t care about any of the things we do. Can she not read the room, she’s not wanted here, and why is JJ talking to her? He is usually so protective of his friends and doesn’t just let a random girl into the group,

he hates kooks.

She needs to leave.

Y/N:

You and JJ continue doing the handshake until you can do it without thinking about it, your laughter filling the air around you, casting a shadow over Kiaras negative mood.

“There ya go! You got it” JJ cheers out, high fiving you. your hand wraps around his unconsciously, and his hand seems to follow, the two of you are now holding hands and for a split second you could feel something, it was like a spark of electricity a warm tingle connecting the two of you together. As fast as you held hands you both let go. JJ’s gaze was on you and you only it’s like he felt it too, the connection. You look up at him through your lashes, your cheeks turning pink when you see the soft smile on his face. You tuck your hair behind your ear, and you spend a moment together, like no one else was with you.

“Thanks for the tutorial” you clear your throat, placing a hand on your hip.

“Well, you gotta know it, you’re a Pogue now” the words light like a feather, he says it with meaning and care. You cover your face with your hands, you feel embarrassed at how red your cheeks are right now.

You take your hands away from your face and turn to your left eyeing the empty chair JJ once sat on. Theres no way you’re sitting on the floor again, you turn back to JJ and flash a big smile, he looks at you confused but you let him figure out what your about to do. As soon as you see the smile on his face and the shake of his head you bolt towards the chair, JJ is fast behind you pulling at your arms. You manage to be the first in the chair, but JJ pulls you of it sitting down on it. You laugh as your body hits the floor, you pull at his legs trying to get him off the chair, but its no use he is too strong and holds himself onto the chair. You give up, crossing your arms and giving JJ a daring look.

You could feel everyone’s confused expressions on you, it’s understandable you and JJ are acting like you’ve known each other for years. And to you, it feels like you have. But the truth is you have barely spoken to him before, only given him the finger when he drunkenly asked you to have sex with him which you always refused to. So, you really don’t know him, and he doesn’t know you, but it feels like you do, it feels like you and him are soulmates, your hearts beat as one.

“JJ please, let me sit on the chair” you plead with him from the floor. He looks at you a smirk lines his lips.

“Or we can share” he proposes, tapping his lap. You look at him, stunned. Did he really just invite you to sit on his lap? Or are you just imagining this?

“No thanks” you respond, his smile drops, replaced by an offended look. You lie down on the planks beneath you, trying to gather your thoughts on what the hell just happened.

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You are in the back of the twinkie, and John B pulls up to an old house. He starts going through a checklist of items,

“You guys got rope?” John B asks,

“Got it” pope calls out,

“Grappling hook?” John B continues,

“We don’t have a grappling hook, were not batman” Pope replies, to which everyone bursts out into laughter.

“Pulley?”

“Check”

“Dark clothes?”

“Got it”

“Flashlights?”

“Check”

“All right, good” John B finishes his list. “Were ready”

“let’s go” Kiara calls out.

“Let’s go get rich guys” JJ jokes, which makes you whip your head around to look at him.

“Yeah, hell yeah” You respond, slapping JJ with the back of your hand. John B gets out the twinkie, walking around the front and to the side of the van

“Let’s go boys… and girls” Kiara says, in a weird tone. John B slides the door open, everyone is about to get out before John B stops everyone.

“Wait, wait, wait.” He continues, “I wanna say thank you, guys. Seriously. It means a lot to me that you’re here tonight”

“Always” Kiara returns, looking around at everyone, but her eyes skip over yours. Your head starts spinning, you still don’t understand why she is acting so sour towards you. your anxiety starts to spike, making you feel nauseous and dizzy.

“Of course, man” Pope says to John B, doing the handshake you had learned before with JJ.

“My man” John B says,

“Alright, are we done with this circle jerk?” JJ interrupts the moment, “Can we go do this?” everyone rolls their eyes at him, but you can’t help but smile at his joke. Everyone hops out of the van, Pope, Kiara, Sarah, JJ and then you.

“Let’s go get the wheat out of this water” Pope says,

“Weed? I’m up for weed” JJ bounces off from pope,

“Wheat. I said wheat.” Pope replied, pronouncing his words.

The group made their way over to the stone wall that is out front of the Cranes house,

your heart is thumping in your chest.

First Sarah goes, you watch where she puts her foot and how she climbs up. Kie follows after her, doing the same thing Sarah did. John B and Pope go next, now it’s just you and JJ on the other side of the wall. You walk up to the wall, and asses it trying to find where the best spot is to put your foot. You find a nice place and stick your foot in it, pulling yourself up. But as you were doing so, it was almost like you blacked out for a second, your vision went blurry, and you couldn’t see what was in front of you. you let go of the wall and fell backwards, landing on the grass in front of the wall. Your head hit the ground pretty hard, you felt like the world around you was spinning.

“Oh shit! Guys she fell!” JJ called out, hoping the pogues hadn’t gone too far already. He rushed over to you, sliding down onto the floor next to you. He put his hand on your forehead and brushed your hair back off your face, his eyes checking over your body to see if you were badly hurt anywhere. His hand shakily hovers over your body. “Shit, I don’t know what to do! John B!” JJ yelled out again, his eyes frantic still trying to see if you had broken anything. “It’s okay, you’re okay I can’t see anything wrong” his head was hovering above yours, his hand cupping your cheek. You look at him, his face is drawn with worry.

“Okay, I’m fine I just hit my head” JJ moves back, as you sit up. He is quick to be back by your side.

“Wait you hit your head?” He forcefully moves your head, so the back of it was towards him.

“JJ what the fuck is going on bro?” John B yelled from the other side of the wall.

“Dude, she fell! I’m Just making sure she’s okay!” he yelled back, his hands searched your head looking for any cuts on it, he was gentle, moving your hair out of the way, and carefully searching through it.

“Hurry up!” John B called out again, sounding impatient.

Shit. You’re causing a scene and making everyone wait you can imagine Kiara and what she is probably thinking right now.

Your breath quickens.

“JJ I’m fine” you turned your head around to look at him, his hands still in front of him. You started to stand up, but JJ stood up before you could

“Wait are you sure? Let me help you” he grabbed your arm and pulled you up. When you were standing his hand fell down to you hand, his fingers intertwined with yours.

“J, I’m fine just help me up” you walk over to the wall, letting go of JJs hand and putting your foot in the same spot it was in before. Your arms and legs felt like jelly.

Your hands started shaking.

“Can I put my hands here?” JJ asked you, his hands hovering over your waist. You looked down to where his hands are, you pushed his hand into your waist

“Yeah, and then push me up” both his hands tightened around your waist, you hoisted yourself up with JJs help. You knew that you could have done that yourself but because you fell you were scared to. You were sitting on the wall, and then jumped down. JJ was quick behind you, he jumped down standing next to you. you looked up, your eyes met with Kiaras. Her face was twisted with anger, she rolled her eyes at you.

“You good?” John B asks, hitting your arm.

“Yeah, I’m fine, I just fell” You dusted the back of your shorts off, Kiara scoffed at you.

“Okay let’s go, operation liberation baby” JJ’s voice filled the air, you heart is still racing in your chest. Everyone went off into the heavy bush of the Crane house. You waited to go so you could follow everyone. JJ waited back with you, it felt like he knew something was up. You walked with him, your arms touching, in a way that kept you grounded and reminded you that you were safe. The group came to a stop near the house, but still a bit away from it. All of a sudden, a light switched on.

“Shit!” Pope and Kie called out,

Your heart was bouncing out of your chest.

“Flashlights! Flashlights!” Kie warned everyone.

You switched yours off.

“Shhh!” John b hushed everyone loudly. You all crouched down on the floor.

“Okay, so she has motion sensor lights” Pope whisper yells.

“We could uh… move really slowly, maybe?” JJ inquired,

dumbass.

“That’s not how it works” Pope replies

“Oh, shit. Let’s throw a rock at it” JJ continues in full confidence.

“What?” you said, looking at JJ.

“That’s a really good idea. Let the axe murderer know that were here” Kiara prods at JJ.

“Well do you guys have a better idea?” JJ questions the group.

“Literally anything but that” Sarah responds, you giggle at her.

Suddenly an idea popped up in your head. You question whether you should say it or not, but your mouth moves quicker than your thoughts.

“What about the breaker? In the circuit box on the porch” everyone’s eyes fall onto you.

“We used to play hide and seek here as kids remember?” you looked at Sarah, and she nods at you.

“And if we were brave enough, we’d go all the way up to the porch” you pause, “I’ve seen it”

“No, no. You’re not going in the house alone” JJ warns you.

“Crain chops people into pieces” John B contributed.

“If you believe that, but she like what, 85?” you respond

“Yeah, somethin’ like that” JJ replies

“She’s probably barely still kicking” you answer back at him

“Here. I’ll go with you” Sarah says to you.

“I’ll go to” Kiara seconds onto her.

“We’ll wait for your signal” Pope voiced.

“Okay, cool” Sarah whispers.

You go to stand up, but JJ grabs your hand, you turn to look at him. He gives you a worried look, but you shoot him a reassuring smile and continue standing up. No words were used but you knew exactly what he was trying to say. Before you could even make your way to the porch John B yelled out,

“Hey! Be safe” John b said,

“We will” Sarah replied, you walked in front of Sarah and Kiara and led them to the porch.

You continued walking through the overgrown grass, and trees.

“She must have a generator plugged into the main power supply” Sarah breathed out from behind you, dead leaves and sticks crunching underneath your feet as you walk. You found the front porch and started walking up the stairs.

“Shh…” Kiara hushed the two of you as you walked up. The stairs creaking underneath you. you shinned your flashlight onto the breaker. Sarah stood next to you as Kiara opened it as quietly as she could. When she opened it, you were met with a bunch of wires and electrical stuff.

Your breath shortened.

“Shit, where are the breakers” Sarah called out.

“What is this?” Kiara questioned.

“No, no, no, no, no, no.” You panicked looking at what you thought was the breaker box.

“Shit” Kiara lifts her torches light, following a wire “It goes inside” she traced the wired up to the roof.

You walked over to the door and gently pulled the first door open. It was like a weird, barred door, like a jail cell. It screeched as you opened it, then the main door that leads into the house. You twisted the doorknob, and it sounded like the paint was causing it to stick as you shoved it open.

The three of you tiptoed inside, following the wire that was on the roof. The house smelled of dampness and dust, the walls have photos of a family, you assume its Mrs Cranes family. There are bookshelves everywhere, top to bottom filled with books. You wonder how does someone even manage to end up with so many, she practically has a library in her home.

You continue walking through the house, you walk into a sitting room, and a cat yowls at you before scurrying away. Kiara points her flashlight up at the roof,

“Hey” she whispers, her flashlight was on the wire you’ve been following.

“Yeah, yeah.” You whispered back. You walked into another room following the wire across the roof, and then down the wall to where the breaker box is. Once you found it there was shared gasps of relief and soft chuckles.

“All right” Kiara breathed out, she wrapped her finger around the switch, carefully pushing it over to one side, the light outside didn’t turn off, so she went to the next one and switched it to the other side. With a click, the light outside turned off. You, Sarah, and Kiara took a deep breath out you did it! Now all that the boys had to do was get the gold out of the well.

@naveyah

#jj mayback x reader #jj maybank #jj maybank x routledge!reader #fluff #outer banks #smutt #sarah cameron #john b routledge #pope heyward #kiara carrera #obx #obx fic

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pastel-twilight · 8 months

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✨ An Analysis of Shiki Misaki ✨

Neku, Beat, & Josh were all bitter towards the world because they felt like they couldn't be understood. Shiki stood out from them in that she outright wanted people to perceive her in a different way than she actually was.

It's interestingly ironic since she's the most accepting & empathetic out of the whole group. She's more than willing to encourage others to open up so she may understand them, & yet, she's very unwilling to show her "true self" out of fear that she's not good enough to be cared about in return. It shows how unworthy she feels in comparison to those around her. She even puts herself down at several points, subtly or not.

She was patient with Neku, gentle with Beat, & she'd likely be kind with Joshua. But she believes she's not like them. She shouldn't be herself. If she were, it'd expose just how unimpressive she truly is. Nobody would like her & her friendships would fall apart.

However, as good as her intuition is, she's very incorrect about that. Eri, who's apparently a large source of her self-hatred, adores Shiki. Claims to be nothing without her. Neku, a guy who hated humanity & pushed everyone away, warmed up to Shiki in a matter of days because of the cracks in her façade revealing someone he could have better respect for. He outright says he likes her as she is & to discard the notion that she has to be like Eri.

Shiki - insecure lil Shiki - caused a domino effect that led to the city she dreamed of basing her future in being preserved. It was Neku who proved Joshua wrong in the end, but it was Shiki's influence that inspired Neku to become better to begin with. She's simply that amazing.

Sadly, being able to change & befriend the previously uncaring Neku didn't fully clear her doubts. This led to the telling question, "Once you see the real me, will we still be friends?"

"Count on it. You'll always be Shiki," wasn't something she expected to hear in return.

I theorize that during the ending, she was only mostly shown & not completely because her arc wasn't finished. It symbolizes that her journey towards self-love has not yet reached its conclusion. We can't see Shiki at her (literal) fullest until she's ready to accept herself.

NEO is where that changes. She's living out her dream, being herself down to a fashion sense that might seem tacky to others, but feels cozy to her. It's what she feels about herself that matters, after all, & she's finally acknowledging it. This is why I like her new design.

Shiki used to base too many of her feelings on how others may or may not feel about her, but now that she knows she's good enough, she can be confident in whatever she does. Wear sneakers with a dress & oversized cardigan, then top it off with large, nerdy glasses? Sure, why not! She even succeeded in starting her fashion brand with flying colors. Now she can simultaneously make herself & others happy! Sad as it is that Eri didn't show up alongside Shiki, it goes to show that the seamstress can be iconic even if her bestie('s appearance) isn't involved.

Also, contrary to popular belief, Shiki's not shy. She was awkward when it came to herself & her needs, but was loudly eager to befriend & aid others. She was mostly super capable of putting her foot down when she felt disrespected. That strength can't be faked. It's no persona.

Shiki Misaki's bountiful optimism & compassion already helped her stand out. She never needed to be someone else to shine bright.

When we finally get to see her eyes, we note that they're big, beautiful, & brown like Eri's, but with a different hue. Shiki's hue. 💚

#i love this girl so much you don't understand #she's done so much for others and she's finally learning to love herself #i relate to her on such a deep level #does that make me conceited? adoring a character i feel so similar to?#i dunno but i don't care since i gotta love myself as well #twewy #the world ends with you #ntwewy #neo the world ends with you #shiki misaki #kiki's analyses #twewy spoilers #ntwewy spoilers

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Ahh im so happy to find a blog that writes new vegas! I got into it recently and its so fun! Sometimes i get tired of hearing the radio especially if im travelling way too much, so i just start singing any song that pops into my head or talk to the companions like they're real pfft

im also way too cheery for my own good lmao, game devs knew what they were doing when there was no push button for running, you know how many times i ran into mines and kept running 🧍🏽

I kinda wanna know how the companions would react to that? A Courier who practically bounces as they walk and if its not the radio or them talking to fill the silence, its them singing as they shoot radscorpions !! Couriers not half bad at singing either! They mostly sing quietly while walking the mojave for obvious reasons but on a night they feel especially safe, they'll be singing so well people will wonder why they're not making holotapes for mr new vegas to play (esp if they say the radio gets annoying at times)im sorry this is long im just excited to see a new vegas writer that hasnt left their blog 🤧

I'm SO late to this one, I'm so sorry! But I'm so glad you're enjoying New Vegas! It's tied with Red Dead Redemption 2 as one of my favourite video games! And I'm exactly the same when I play New Vegas, the radio's never off and I have no spatial awareness. I hope this was worth the wait!! (Sorry again lmao)

Companions React to a Loud/Chatty Courier (Includes: Arcade, Boone, Cass, Lily, Raul and Veronica)

Arcade Gannon Admittedly, he's a little intimidated at first. He agrees to go with the Courier since there's no point in him sticking around Freeside where he's not helping anyone. He just doesn't realise he's taken up with the most obnoxious person in the West. He's not annoyed by any means, in fact, the singing is actually quite a nice change from the radio. The constant talking is a little overwhelming for him at first though, as someone whose trying his best to keep his past with the Enclave a secret. He knows the Courier means no harm, and he feels a little guilty having to shut down their questions about him, knowing that they only mean well. They do bring out a different side to him he didn't know he had and he sometimes finds himself humming along to either the radio or Six's singing.

Craig Boone At first, he's annoyed by the Courier, but it's not like he has anything better to do. They're his best chance at wiping out the Legion, even if their incessant talking and singing is a little too much for him. He doesn't have a problem with them, but he prefers silence to having to begrudgingly answer someone who talks at a million miles per hour. The only time he'll really voice his complaints is when he actually needs them to be quiet, such as if they're trying to stealthily take out enemies, thankfully the Courier seems to know when to turn off their radio and stop singing. Eventually, the constant chatter and the singing - that he'll never admit is actually enough to rival the radio songs - become background noise he learns to appreciate. He'll never join in with the Courier's singing, but he tries his best to answer their questions and respond to their comments.

Rose of Sharon Cassidy Cass is another one who can't stand the Courier's chatter and singing at first, however, she's more than willing to voice this. A few times, she actually hid the Courier's Pip-Boy while they slept, unfortunately for Cass, they'd already memorised all the lyrics to Johnny Guitar and sung that on repeat for most of the day. It was starting to reach the point where Cass was certain they were doing it on purpose. The singing she hated, but the talking? She didn't mind the talking. In fact, Cass actually looked forward to the talking, she often struggled to make friends, considering her problems with whiskey, so it was nice to just make conversation sometimes. Sure, she'd still keep trying to put an end to the singing, no matter how good it was, but the talking Cass could live with.

Lily Bowen The first time Lily started travelling with the Courier, she was thrilled. Everyone in Jacobstown took life a little too seriously and being with the Courier was a refreshing change for her. Unlike most of the other companions, Lily actually loves the singing and the talking. She'll even suggest that the Courier tries their hand at singing on the Strip, the Tops and the Atomic Wrangler are always looking for new acts after all. Lily will even try and sing along with them, before realising her voice doesn't exactly compliment or rival the Courier's, but so long as they encourage to join in, she always will. The talking is just as lovely for her, it's nice to know that the Courier still cares about their grandma, even if they are growing up so fast.

Raul Tejada Never in all his years of being alive has he met someone like the Courier. It was one thing that they managed to deal with Tabitha, but the fact that they did it with Radio New Vegas playing on full blast from their Pip-Boy? Raul wasn't sure whether to be impressed or absolutely terrified. He leans more towards the latter once he starts travelling with them, struggling to keep up with the Courier constantly asking him questions about where he's from and what his life was like before the war and how he turned ghoul. Like Arcade, Raul finds it overwhelming and eventually asks politely if the Courier can calm down a little with all the questions, thankful when they actually oblige. He learns to love the Courier in spite of their loud habits, even being happy to fix their Pip-Boy when it stops letting them connect to the radio stations. It's against his better judgement, but they seem grateful for it.

Veronica Santangelo She immediately bonds with the Courier over their love for Radio New Vegas. Veronica wishes she had her own Pip-Boy so she could listen to the radio in her own free time, since lugging a radio around the Mojave Desert doesn't seem like the best idea. She absolutely loves the Courier's singing too, insisting that they don't forget her once they make it big in some bar in New Reno. She also tries her best to be the Courier's backup singer when wandering the wasteland, however, she accidentally stumbles up on a lot of her lyrics and trying to pronounce "Agua Fria" at the start of Big Iron quickly becomes the bane of her existence. Veronica also loves to gossip with the Courier, about her love life - and the Courier's if they're willing to disclose it - and all her least favourite things about her commanding officers in the Brotherhood. Whenever she travels with Six, Veronica manages to get a lot of off her chest

#fallout #fallout new vegas #fallout companions #fallout x reader #fallout imagines #fallout headcanons #courier six #arcade gannon #craig boone #rose of sharon cassidy #lily bowen #raul tejada #veronica santangelo

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hoppipolla · 3 months

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"Cha Yeo Woon's life and my lousy life can find happiness too."

I was wrong. Tae Myung Ha’s behaviour didn’t change after learning that him failing his mission, that him failing to make Cha Yeo Woon happy, would cost his life. What does it mean really? What does his mission truly entail? Making sure his presence brings Yeo Woon happiness? And what about when he’s no longer around? How will Yeo Woon feel? What happens to him when he’s no longer there? What does it mean to make Yeo Woon happy if his happiness is as ephemeral as his presence in the same world as him?

Myung Ha is aware that the clock is ticking. Not just because of the time reminder that unexpectedly appears in front of him, he knows he was given a mission in this game in which he knows the main character more than himself.

Although the lines are becoming blurry between the real and the virtual world (him wondering who that “senior” is in ep 4 when he rereads his notes in his notebook hints at this blur) he remains aware of the short time frame he has to make that happiness – that vague idea as his senior describes it – real for Yeo Woon. But you know what? It’s never been about Yeo Woon’s happiness. Not really. As early as episode 1, Myung Ha makes a parallel between his life and Yeo Woon’s, saying that people who have led miserable lives can become happy. Myung Ha refuses to be defined by the life he has led until now. It kills him to know that his senior thinks someone like Yeo Woon is doomed to live a miserable life. That’s why one of the first things he does when his world collides with his is to look for the boundaries Yeo Woo has(n’t?) defined for his happiness: when did he ever feel remotely happy (“Cha Yeo Woon, have you really never felt happy while you run? Never. Really? You can be… dumb sometimes.” (ep 2)), Does he want to eat an ice cream? Does he want new shoes? What are you looking for Cha Yeo Woon? What makes you get up in the morning when the sun rays gently hit your face? How long have you been this lonely? How cold do you feel inside? Why do you feel like you don’t deserve my kindness? Why does your voice break when you talk about yourself? Why do I feel like your eyes hide a pain whose depths I can’t fathom? Why do you hate yourself the most? Why does it bother you when I hang out with Sang Won? You said I didn’t know anything, then tell me, what am I missing?

If happiness was something Myung Ha could give to Yeo Woon, he would give it to him, in an instant. But happiness is not something you can give to someone. It’s something you invite in and let the other decide if he’s willing to let it come in. But how can Myung Ha teach Yeo Woon to welcome happiness when he has never been able to do so himself?

Tae Myung Ha is the kind of person who forgets himself when he cares for someone. Although he knows his penalty is death, although the debuffs affect him physically, he brushes it off easily. Because his senior has given him the power to make his favourite person happy. However, it scares him to have such a power because it means that, ultimately, Yeo Woon’s happiness will rely on his presence by his side. When Kyung Hoon mentions how they’ll be drinking together in their twenties, Myung Ha is startled: what do you mean I’ll be part of your future? I mean, can I? Will I? This realisation shocks him. What do you do when you’re supposed to be the key to a locked door only for the door to change lock as soon as you open it? What is he supposed to do? Isn’t it cruel? Make Yeo Woon happy only to leave him behind? This matter of time frame is exactly why he easily shakes off the idea of dating him in ep 1 because he is convinced he won’t have time for it to happen. A relationship builds itself with time and time is what he doesn’t have, not really anyway.

I like how time is depicted in this drama, how it perfectly encapsulates how incomprehensible its cogs work. Myung Ha has only been around for less than two weeks and yet he’s already had a huge impact on the people around him: he became Kyung Hoon’s friend, Sang Won’s new obsession, Si A’s helper/part-timer, and Yeo Woon’s light. Everything is happening so fast and yet it all makes sense. It doesn’t feel rushed at all because it’s Myung Ha. Because he’s the kind of person you grow attached to quickly. Because once he enters your life, he rents a piece of your heart for an indefinite amount of time. His presence feels warm and his warmth feels so normal that you let it sink in, thinking it’ll forever be there to melt your inner winters.

I can’t wait to see how Yeo Woon will return his warmth, how he’ll make Myung Ha happy without him realising. I know the heartbreak will come but for now, I’m expecting some more sunny spells.

#love for love's sake #연애 지상주의 구역 #krama #cha yeowoon #tae myungha #myung ha x yeo woon #*enjoy my nonsense #*l4lsanalysis #I mostly wrote this for myself but I thought I might as well share it instead of letting it sit in my drafts forever

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Alley Cats AU: What Eva Did

Eva has anger issues. That's not even a rumor worth talking about at school. It's just a fact.

Even before her official exile, others knew to stay clear of her. She'd either snap at others or be stoic. Everyone else just knew to let her pass if they saw her or risk her wrath.

It had always been like this since Eva could remember. She couldn't tell you what caused her anger issues. She had a pretty decent home life all things considered. She just knew that when something annoyed her, it frustrated her. And when it frustrated her, she wanted to scream and punch at the nearest thing.

"Just calm down." People always told her. "Count to ten. Take a deep breath and let it pass."

It never worked. A deep breath always became two, then ten, then became a lot more rapid and her exhales always end up becoming screams.

Her parents tried to help her express her anger through calming activities like painting and poetry. They stopped when they had to repair the damage of an easel being thrown into the wall. Nothing seemed to work.

Until high school when she found out about the girl's wrestling team. It looked really cool. Her parents were worried that this would only encourage her violent tendencies. But after enough pestering and more broken drywall, they decided to let her give it a shot.

And it worked. Letting out her frustrations in a controlled environment meant she could smack someone around but still have the sense not to take it too far. The adrenaline was going out naturally. It also led to her having to exercise more to stay fit. In its purest form, exercise is simply a way of tearing apart muscles in order to rebuild them stronger than before. It's destruction that's actually positive for once. And getting away from people to jog or exercise meant she could scream all she want. In fact, she found herself screaming less after a good morning jog.

Her stoic demeanor didn't change, as much as her parents would like it to. They wanted to see a daughter without anger issues and with plenty of friends. A calm, happy child. Which is what Eva was. Her calm involved a lot more screaming with a lot less potential for injuring people, and she was relatively happy with making semi-decent friends with her team mates. But it wasn't what her parents envisioned. And that pissed her off.

Anger issues don't just magically disappear. Eva still got triggered by things like people being stupid. She wanted to leave whenever it happened, but teachers would simply tell her to sit back down and not make a fuss. She tried using the only method she knew how, breathing deeply. Which almost always led to outbursts.

Another trigger of hers was being called dumb. She struggled with learning even without her anger issues. Her parents had tried tutors. Some were condescending. Some did genuinely mean well.

No tutor wanted to stay after getting yelled at or seeing her throw her book against the wall.

Combine all this with a reputation for getting angered easily and you have a certain group of students who find it hilarious to poke at her and watch her blow up. Even though things were changing for the better, it doesn't help when you're still in an environment actively seeking to trigger you.

And then, the worst happened. Some would call it inevitable. Even when it was completely preventable.

Eva had a bad day.

Her grades are in the gutters. She hasn't managed to find anyone willing to tutor her in weeks. She wouldn't give a shit about her grades except her coach has told her if she doesn't improve then she'll have to be benched. She can't get benched now because the most important match of the year is coming up. She's been looking forward to one of the few joys in her life. She can't let something as stupid as grades get in her way. But if she wants help at this point, she'll have to beg for it. And she hates begging. It's pathetic, and Eva is not pathetic. Everything is coming to a boiling point and she still has to drag herself to class by class. She has to suck this up. She can't fuck this up. She can't let the world fuck this up for her just like it has everything else.

She's seeing red, so she goes after the nearest red thing she sees. A brick wall. She punches it and she knows she's making a spectacle. She punches it and she knows her knuckles are going to be torn to shreds. She punches it because she has to. She can't stop, even if she wanted to. All this anger needs to come out, and this is the way it has to be then so be it.

She can see other students surrounding her like they're watching a caged lion ripping apart a gazelle. She can feel them staring, making comments. She knows this is going to be their gossip of the day. It makes her want to act like a lion as she screams louder and keeps punching that wall. The red is coming from her knuckles now and she can't bring herself to care. She can and will make it through this one way or another.

She's barely able to acknowledge when one girl breaks through the crowd and tries to ask others to give her space that they'll never yield. Bridgette approaches her with nothing but good intentions. She puts an arm on Eva's shoulder and asks if she's okay.

Neither girl knows what a rage attack is. Neither girl knows that at this point, at the peak, the only thing Eva can do is ride it through until she's tired herself out. Neither girl knows just how horrible of an idea it is to get closer to someone during a rage attack. An even worse idea to touch them and make them feel as if there's no way out.

One girl just sees another hurting herself and wants to help.

Breaking things always helped Eva feel better.

Bridgette's arm was a thing.

Eva's not the only one screaming anymore.

It takes two security officers to take her down and drag her away.

It takes a miracle, plus a lot of bribery, in order to keep Eva from being expelled. She's also lucky that despite what Eva did, Bridgette is still too kind to press charges.

Still, she can't completely avoid consequences for sending another student to the hospital. She's kicked off the wrestling team. None of the girls want to spar, train, or even hang out with her now that they know how far she's willing to go. The coach agrees that keeping her on the team would make the team look bad to other schools. Everyone at school is either scared of or hates her. Nobody is willing to say as much to her face. Those who had fun with provoking her run at the sight of her in fear that they're next. Even the teachers are terrified of her. Some going as far as to start giving her better grades to keep her happy. She does feel bad for what she did to Bridgette, but she has no idea how to apologize because non-rage feelings are hard. Not that it matters. No one else will let her get remotely close to Bridgette. Others will try to block Eva's path or will usher Bridgette away.

Everyone ostracizing her combined with not having outlet of wrestling just leads her to get even angrier. The angrier she gets, the more scared others get. She's at least aware enough of what's about to happen again and doesn't want another repeat of Bridgette, so she runs to take out her frustration in an abandoned alley far away from people.

That's how Noah finds her.

He knows what happened because even though no one told him directly, he's not deaf. The two have never really interacted with each other before now. They ran in different circles.

And now Eva's in the last place he really has to call his own, absolutely wrecking it. Which, to be fair, isn't really changing it too much. Logic says the best thing to do would be to leave her alone and find somewhere else to read. Except this alley is his somewhere else to read. He's not about to give it up. Besides, his interactions with Justin are proof that he clearly has no self preservation instincts. So to deal with her he goes.

Noah's actually the best person to help her out in this situation. He doesn't try telling her to calm down or react with fear or aggression. His monotone voice doesn't trigger her and he's not stupid enough to get closer. She shouts at him and he doesn't yield (the perks of having eight older siblings). So she rants while still destroying shit, but unlike Bridgette, Noah comes out of this interaction unscathed as she successfully calms herself down.

Noah does feel bad for her despite his reputation as a little bundle of hate. Still, he lets her know that he's not about to let her do whatever she wants with his alley. He's expecting her to try tossing him out of his alley, but she doesn't really give a shit about that. Nor does she give a shit about bullying him because of what he did to Justin. It's not her problem, and she's got her own shit to deal with.

And, well, Noah's got no idea how to help her, nor does he really care to. So long as she doesn't plan on beating him up or throwing him out, he's got no problems with sharing the alley.

Noah reads, Eva exercises. She manages to bring a punching bag into the alley while Noah actually makes a little pseudo-bookshelf of books he's ferreted away from the library. Sometimes it's just Eva by herself unleashing all her rage. Other times it's just Noah reading by himself. When they're together, they hang out in comfortable silence. Neither one forces conversation. It happens anyways, bit by bit.

Eva actually has somewhere she can just relax for once. In return for the company, she starts threatening to whale on anyone who tries screwing with Noah. This doesn't help with Noah's social exile, but it does stop all the physical bullying that'd been happening.

Noah even agrees to actually tutor Eva as thanks for the bully protection. She still gets frustrated, but he's patient enough to wait her out. It leads to her getting less frustrated during tutoring. There's still the thrown book here or there, but her recovery gets quicker. Her grades do start improving. They start talking to one another in the hallways between classes. Sometimes about small things. Sometimes it's just Noah doing yet another hating Justin rant and Eva begrudgingly listening.

All of this has the unintended consequence of rumors spreading that Eva and Noah were dating.

Eva didn't really care enough to say anything. But she'd be willing to throw hands if Noah wanted her to. Noah didn't see a reason to try to stop them because that would just make people think they were trying to cover it up. (Besides, if he was passing as straight then no one would ever think that he once had a thing for Justin.) So they let others think whatever while they were content with being friends.

They weren't Alley Cats yet, but they were two mangy cats in an alley. They were content to leave it like this.

And then Krazy Glue happened.

[So, this one took a little while! Not only because Sea Monster AU pushed it back. I knew that Eva's character arc was going to center around her anger issues. They're a central part of her character, even though canon doesn't take it much farther than 'watch Eva wreck shit'. Given that I in no way have experience with anger issues, I wanted to make sure I took the time to research anger issues and people's lived experiences with them. This post in particular was a major help. I HIGHLY encourage you to read it. It goes into what actually helps people with anger issues, as well as how you can support friends with anger issues. It also goes into what a rage attack is, which I'd had no idea was a thing going into writing this. I do sincerely hope in my portrayal of Eva's rage attack I portrayed the fact that neither her nor Bridgette was in the wrong. It was an unfortunate accident caused by circumstances outside of their control. Eva's not at fault or broken for lashing out or getting angry. But it is Eva's responsibility to make amends for causing harm to someone else. Her character arc's going to be internalizing the fact that she really isn't just 'the girl with anger issues', learning healthier ways of dealing with them (some of which she's already doing even though she doesn't fully recognize that yet), and making amends when her anger issues do cause harm without demonizing her for causing it in the first place. Normally I'd put this blurb in its own little post, but I wanted to include it here because I do think sharing the post on anger issues is important, and that there should probably be context surrounding it, too. Also, if you do find genuine issue in any way I've portrayed this, PLEASE let me know so I can fix it.]

#alley cats au #total drama au #td au #total drama eva #td eva #total drama noah #td noah #anger issues #total drama

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