#like never ask me if i’m having a meltdown i hate that word and i might actually kill you if you say that to me when i am dysregulated

[bratzforchris]

Hi! I hope this isn't too weird, but I was wondering if you could write a fic where Matt is autistic? I see myself a lot in him and the podcast episode where they kept calling him "Miserable Matt" made me think about myself a lot. So maybe a fluffy hurt/comfort fic where he just gets tired of it because it's something he can't help and reader helps him through it with his special interests? It's okay if not! Thank you 💞

My Person, M. Sturniolo

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Summary: In which the best cure for everything is cuddles and special interests<3

Pairing: Matt x gender neutral reader

Warnings: Mentions of autistic meltdown, going nonverbal, Nick and Chris lowkey suck here 😭

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: Thank you for the request! Please remember that my writing is fictional--I am not saying or assuming that Matt is autistic and I definitely don't think Nick and Chris would act this way in real life. It's just a story :) Now, please enjoy 💚

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“Miserable Matt” this and “Miserable Matt” that. It was almost sickening the way he was constantly the target of Nick and Chris’s jokes. Deep down, Matt knew his brothers didn’t really mean any harm, but that didn’t make his feelings any less hurt. He never purposely tried to be sad or depressing when they were filming, it was just kind of the way his natural personality was. 

Being autistic, his voice tended to have a flatter affect than most people’s. Even when he was filled with autistic joy, his voice rarely got louder or higher. Usually, his brothers were quite understanding of his disability, always standing up for Matt and making sure he was treated fairly, but then there were days like today, where they were filming an episode for Cut the Camera, and Nick and Chris just couldn’t stop the jokes from rolling off their tongues. 

“I dunno,” Matt said quietly, but with a smile, fidgeting with his hands. “I just like to be alone sometimes. It gives me the creative freedom that I don’t always get from other people, y’know?” 

“Oh here we go again,” Chris snorted. “Miserable Matt back at again with his depression poetry.”

“That’s not poetry.” Matt grumbled, trying to hide the hurt in his voice. 

The triplets were currently discussing where they got their video ideas from, and how they stayed motivated to make content, even when they didn’t feel like it. Of course Chris and Nick had ‘normal people’ answers, like going out with friends or going on vacation. But being autistic, Matt didn’t recharge that way. He preferred to be alone to gather his thoughts and reset his mind. So of course, that was made fun of. 

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“So, what do you guys think about the edits people make of you?” Nick asked. “Love or hate them?”

“It depends,” Chris shrugged. “Some of them make me think ‘Damn, I’m fine’, but others are kinda…weird. No offense, guys!” he threw his hands up quickly, smiling at the camera. 

“I like them. I think it’s sweet that someone takes time out of their day to edit me.” Matt smiled. 

“Yeah,” Nick groaned. “Cause yours are all sad and depressing and ‘poor baby Matt’ while a song from folklore plays in the background.”

“That is so not true.” Matt protested. 

“‘Poor Matt and his autism’ while some sad song plays in the background. You like it because it validates you.” Chris chuckled. 

“That’s not true!” Matt was starting to get teary eyed, but he couldn’t help it; he was sensitive. “Some of them are nice.”

“Miserable Matt’s gotta watch sad edits of himself to fulfill his aesthetic.” Nick laughed. 

All was silent for a moment, until Matt finally spoke, looking at his brothers with watery eyes. “Why are you guys so mean to me?”

“Matt, come on. We’re joking.” Chris rolled his eyes. 

“But it’s not a joke,” Matt whispered, avoiding their eyes. “You guys use me as the butt of the joke all the time. ‘Matt’s too quiet’, ‘Miserable Matt’, ‘Matt and his anxiety’. It’s annoying, okay?”

“It’s just a joke, Matt,” Nick tried to explain calmly. “We don’t mean any harm.”

“Do you? Because last time I checked, making fun of someone’s disability or mental health problems is harm.” 

“Don’t be like that, bro.” Chris tried to put a comforting, ‘olive branch’ hand on Matt’s shoulder. 

“No,” Matt stood up, throwing his headphones off. “I’m done. Finish recording without me.”

The boy quickly exited the room, leaving a stunned Nick and Chris in his wake. Matt didn’t usually lose his cool like that when he knew the camera was rolling, but he hadn’t been sleeping well lately and the last thing he wanted was a recording of him bordering on a meltdown. Even if it could be edited out, he really didn’t want that immortalized forever. They were embarrassing enough as it was. 

Matt retreated to his room, anxiously playing with the tangle that he kept in the pocket of his hoodie for when he needed a fidget toy. The calm, woodsy aesthetic of his bedroom relaxed him somewhat as he stepped inside his safe haven. It wasn’t enough, though. He needed someone who got it, who knew it was like to feel different. And so, he pulled out his phone, quickly texting you.

Matt: babe, can we go to the park?

You looked up from your book when Matt’s text came through. As an autistic couple, you had set up a ‘code word’ for when either one of you felt like they were on the verge of having an autistic meltdown, and that was Matt’s. You quickly gathered your things, speeding over to the triplets house as Matt sent you a flurry of texts, somewhat describing what had happened.

When you let yourself in with the key they had given you, Nick and Chris looked up, surprised by your entrance. “Where’s Matt?” You asked. 

“In his room.” Chris mumbled, not looking up from his phone. 

You didn’t have the energy, nor were you in the mood to deal with the boys right now, so you quickly pushed past them, hurrying up the stairs. “Can I come in, sweetie?” You asked when you reached Matt’s door, knocking softly. 

You were quite worried about the silence until your phone pinged with a text of mhm from Matt. You realized that meant that he was probably nonverbal at the moment, and you hastily let yourself into the dark room. Matt had drawn the curtains, turning on one small lamp with a soft, orange glow. Your boyfriend was huddled up under his weighted blanket, headphones on and softly stroking Mr. Wrinkleton’s fur. You let out a breath when you noticed that he seemed much more relaxed than when he had first texted you, but that didn’t stop you from missing the tear tracks on his cheeks. 

“Hi sweet boy.” You spelled into his palm as you softly set down on the bed beside him. 

Matt grabbed his communication cards off the nightstand, riffling through them for a moment, before he showed you the one that said ‘Can I have a hug?’. Without another word, you pulled your boyfriend into a deep pressure hug, knowing they were his favorites. They made his body feel perfectly aligned and usually helped calm him after a meltdown. After a moment, Matt pulled out of your grip, slipping his headphones off. 

“We don’t have to talk about it, hun. We’ll work it out with Nick and Chris later, okay? You just relax, baby,” You said gently. “Are you hungry, hun?”

Matt shook his head, grabbing your palm and spelling out ‘I just want you’ in your palm since he didn’t have a card for that. You smiled, placing a kiss on his cheek. This was one of your favorite parts about being a neurodivergent couple. You just got each other in a way that other people didn’t. You could sit in companionable silence and never feel awkward or bored. In your embrace of him, you noticed that Matt had slid a card towards you that read ‘Can we watch nature videos?’. 

One of Matt’s special interests and overall favorite things, was nature, but especially the forest and woodland animals. He could watch the soothing videos of the forest in its natural state for hours and not get bored, which had led you two to make a special card just for that when you were making his communication cards together. Your boy smiled as you stood up, grabbing the remote for his TV, before flicking it to one of Matt’s favorite, ten-hour-long videos of the forest and its animals on YouTube. 

“I love you, babe.” You told him as you both got comfortable under his large weighted blanket. 

‘I love you!!!!!’ Matt explained, showing you a card. 

The extra exclamation points had been at his insistence. He insisted that he loved you more than anyone else and needed you to know that. You couldn’t lie when you said that that had made you smile. You were each other’s first significant other, and Matt made you feel so completely special. Even now, as you laid here together, not speaking but cuddling as you watched videos of chipmunks and deer, you knew that Matt was your person. 

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[pretty-weird-ideas]

This is so egregious that I can’t let it stand, the large IWTV blog Nalyra-dreaming is liking posts about hating critical race theory and the post she liked states that affirmative action is the only systemically racist system still around while calling fans who are upset that they were called ableist slurs, anti-white and intellectually disabled. When people noticed this last night she attempted to block people who she knew saw the racist posts and remove her likes to hide this. But I saw them several times over, and so did many others.

Also here's proof that Nalyra actively interacts with this user and on THEIR OWN BLOG and has at least allowed cosmicjoke to stand on the idea that anti-whiteness is real on her own blog.

I'm pretty sure Nalyra blocked me because I told CosmicJoke to not call people slurs and a reblog of the “antiwhite” meltdown they had with a bad-quality Walter White image. At least proving that she was looking at the post she liked.

No way on black history month did you think we wouldn’t check to see who liked and defended posts with “Affirmative action is the only current form of systemic racism”.

I saw her do this on several occasions over this week and simply asked others to check on people liking racist posts and reblogging my disdain for OP’s usage of slurs and antiblack dog whistles. I never implied that I was talking about her but these posts scared her enough to block me.

This is about the 3rd time I found them secretly liking genuinely racist treatment of fans she dislikes. This is a political stance, affirmative action, the belief in antiwhiteness, and critical race theory are not IWTV topics, this isn’t a whimsical like and scroll, these posts are all political stances that have nearly nothing to do with IWTV outside of what people were being targeted by the slurs in the first place. And the “what people” seem to be black fans that at some point in time she believes deserved to be attacked.

Targeting fans you don’t like doesn’t mean the speech should be endorsed. Anyone with half a pint of morals wouldn't be endorsing an actively hostile person slinging around altright talking points. And I will question why these posts are liked. Call us names all you like, but the second you start using the words of a reactionary racist who calls people disabled… maybe that should give you pause. Yeah?

A large IWTV blog believes in or at least is rubbing shoulders with an antiAffirmative action, slur slinging, reverse racism reactionary so that she can weaponize them against people she disagrees with.

At best Nalyra is okay with commenting, liking, and comforting racists in asks who she wields as weapons against people she disagrees with. At worst, Nalyra genuinely believes in antiwhiteness, antiAffirmative Action, and actively is okay with calling fans she dislikes slurs.

The racism on display here makes me sick. And it’s really telling how this blog feels comfortable patting these people on the back in comment sections.

Say it with your chest, but don’t mislead people who might disagree into following someone who believes this shit.

As respectfully as possible, you make my skin crawl and I’m tired of not stepping to what I really wanted to say. When I make posts about “check who likes what” never in my entire life did I expect to catch an account this large flagrantly using a racist reactionary in such a sad manner.

This is the last straw for me, you can’t keep liking explicitly racist posts and then answering their asks in private and hope fans you strategically discredit and already dislike don’t say anything.

1+1 is 2, liking and a post saying “I will call people I dislike slurs over fictional characters” can only be read so many ways.

I dislike a lot of people, I still wouldn’t defend and like a random fan’s ability to use SLURS and racist tactics on them. I wouldn’t do the same to you as you do to us.

Also some way to hide your attack dog… by having them flash in your own comment section and saying THIS

Racism is a slur… you guys… and this person is not at all a danger to fandom spaces.

#iwtv #black fandom #interview with the vampire #vampire chronicles #iwtv fandom #fandom racism

[bangchansgirlsblog]

Hey wassup

If you still taking requests may I suggest angsty fic skz xreader where they imply during argument that the MC is after their money (gold digger) idk if it's better as a reaction of all members or maybe it's easier if you just one scenario with one member without adding their names and the readers can imagine whichever member they think is suitable for the scenario

“Such a Gold digger”

- Lee know

Ahh!!! Thank you so much for the request, I hope you enjoy the stories (I’ve made a few with the different boys). 🩷

!Not proofread!

Warnings: Angst/comfort

Pairing: Leeknow x reader

Summary: Basically Leeknow is a jerk and you put him in his place

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Tired was what Leeknow was.

His muscles ached, his head was pounding and his throat was sore.

When he walked into the door I could tell he wasn’t in the brightest moods. His hair was messy, his eyes were red and cheeks a light pink.

He looked hot tho. He always looked hot.

“Hey baby.” I say putting down the coffee mug and getting up from my comfy position on the couch. I place a gentle kiss on his pink lips and try to lay down his crazy hair which left me on my tiptoes struggling to balance.

“Hey,” he softly says putting his shoes in the wrack and walking straight into the laundry room to drop his bag. A routine he would do so that he was ready for the next day because he hated waking up early to get his stuff together.

“How was your-“ I begin to ask him a question but was cut off by his irritated sigh.

“Y/n where are my dancing sweatpants?” He says loud from the laundry room.

“I haven’t washed it yet my love, it’s in the dirty pile.” I sit back down and pick up my mug. Watching the cats all pile by my feet as we continued to watch what was playing on the tv.

“Are you serious? I asked you to wash them. I need them for tomorrow.” He says frustrated

“Jeez I’ll just put them in right now. No need to be cranky.” I sigh and get up once again to go deal with his little meltdown.

“I’m not being cranky, I just asked you to do one simple thing and you didn’t even do it. God your so annoying sometimes” I take a step back and eye him top to bottom because I was wondering who he was talking to like that.

My eyes squint at him as I try to take in this little attitude he was having. Annoying? I was the annoying one?

“Jeez Leeknow I was just really busy today with-“ I try to cool down the fire that was about to start but he cuts me off again. This time it was getting under my skin.

“I don’t care.” He slams the cupboards in the laundry room trying to look for whatever it was he was looking for. “I’ll do it myself.”

“I can do it leeknow just go rest.” I say reaching out for the stuff in his hands but he shoves past me making me stumble a little. I stood there shocked, so much anger building up. I understood he had a bad day but did he really have to take it out on me. As I rub my elbow I hear him grumble.

“Your nothing but a gold digger” My heart drops as I turn to the man that was now walking past me to go to the kitchen. I grab his arm and furrow my eyebrows.

Pain and anger filling my chest as I try and process what he said. Was he being Foreal right now? What really was his problem?

“What did you just say?”

“Nothing.”

His boy towered over mine. His eyes were dark and sad. To even look at him right now without punching the shit out of him was hard.

“I’m a gold digger? Wow Leeknow.” I repeat his words. I let go of his hand in disbelief. Now I was leaving the room but I stop to look at him. My vision blurry from the tears threatening to fall from my eyes.

“Why do you always have to take out your bad days on me huh? I was busy the whole day trying to get the stuff you need for your stupid tour! I didn’t have time to be running around doing laundry. I’m not a maid. If you really want one hire a fucking assistant. Then you’ll be grateful right? You’re a fucking prick. Oh I even fucking missed Binna (Y/n’s little sister) recital today! So fuck you. I’ve never even asked you for fucking money. Never in my life. You’ve hurt me Leeknow.” And with that I grab my coffee mug and head into the room where I break down crying.

Leeknow was always short tempered but not in a mean way. More of like a “I’m mad at you so don’t talk to me” way.

Why did he have to be a jerk? Why did he have to make sure to throw things at me that he knew would get to me? He never was appreciative.

The bed was warm but felt empty, the pillows swallowed me and the blanket covered my shaking body. Loud sobs leaving my mouth and little sniffles at the end of each cry. What felt like 10 minutes was an hour. The knock on the door making me pretend to be asleep. I hear familiar footsteps come into the room and the bed sinks beside me.

A sigh leaves his lips before he begins to talk.

“Y/nie? My love? Are you awake my love?” He asks softly. His hands drawing circles on my side but I push them away and turn my back on him. Facing the other end of the bed.

“Okay fair enough, I deserve that.” I hear him say, his voice quavering. Was he crying?

“Y/nie, I’m sorry and I know sorry won’t make you forgive me right now but I’m going to find a way to make it up to you okay? What I said was out of line and so not true. I was just tired and stressed and irritated-“

“But that doesn’t matter Minho.” He looks taken back by the name Minho cause I never call him that. “I have bad days too but you don’t see me calling you names and yelling at you when I get home.” I tell him.

“I know and I need to work on it. This is the first and last time I promise. Just give me some time to make it up to you? I love you so much and never ever will I say things to hurt you.” He’s hand searches for mine and I let them intertwine.

“You were a bitch.” I mumble and I hear him chuckle.

“Yes I was but forgive me? I can’t bare you be mad at me anymore especially when I’m going on tour soon.” I let out a little whine complaining.

“Fine a forgive you,” I roll my eyes and he smiles at me.

“You’re so cute Baby.” He automatically gets on top of me and starts kissing my face everywhere which makes me burst in a fit of giggles.

“Get off babe I’m going to explode!” I yell while trying to push him away.

Soonie and the cats all hop onto the bed and cuddle beside me and leeknow as we slowly drift off to sleep. The night being forgotten.

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Hyunjin’s part will be out soon 🩷

#skz angst #stray kids drabbles #stray kids fluff #lee know x reader #lee know x y/n #lee know x you #lee know #skz minho #lee minho angst #minho x reader #stray kids minho #skz fanfic #skz drabbles #skz imagines #skz x you #skz comfort #skz scenarios #skz fluff #skz x y/n #skz x reader #skz stay

[this-is-fox-speaking]

FANTOCCIO FACTS POST (from screenshots i found in my own interests server)

- His name is italian for puppet, but he pronounces it incorrectly and insists it’s the correct way to say his name if anyone else points it out and says he’s wrong.

- He’s not from Italy, obviously. Goes to show. But Ash imagines he knows a bit of italian. (“Not enough Italian to say his name right.” - Katie.)

- Fantoccio has a pet shark named Sharkspeare! Mentioned in the song at the line “‘Cause Sharkspeare’s looking mean!”

- Fantoccio has to make all his own props, set pieces, clothes, etc in the theatre.

- Would never smoke, and would hate being around it/people who’re doing it actively.

- Fantoccio was made by Ash as a fan OC for the game, and this (as far as I’m aware) is what got them hired onto the game, cause Katie loved their ideas so much.

- Fantoccio is not very good with kids.

- Fantoccio’s favorite food is churros. This came from the fact Ash once had a dream about him infodumping about them cause he loved them so much, so they made it canon.

- Don’t worry, he can indeed taste things normally. No traditional taste buds, but some, nonetheless. Same goes for touch!

- Fantoccio is canonically autistic, having many traits of himself heavily projected from Ash, themself.

- When asked what his meltdown triggers could be, Ash thought that some might be: too much touching, being without his hat, or one of his props breaking.

- Fantoccio likes wearing dresses! Wears them if he feels like it or if the role calls for it, during a play.

- Ash thinks he’d ADORE snow.

- Fantoccio would 100% love spicy italian from subway.

- Fantoccio plays violin!

- Fantoccio would chant “I’m sleeping” when struggling to fall asleep, like his own version of counting sheep.

- He would NEVER say the Earth is flat.

- He’d be the “How do you do that” of that one keysmash meme, if paired with Barnaby.

- Ash once said that Fantoccio is like Duck from Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared.

- When doing a personality type test (and actually answering truthfully instead of in character) for Fantoccio, he ended up with ENTJ-T, Commander. Fanto would answer untruthfully on some questions, like if he ever gets insecure (“PFFFT NO THE ANSWERS NO”).

- He can go uwu in the bbu lore, but he’ll hate it. (“THIS IS STUPID!!!”)

- Fantoccio would apparently be a “mac and cheese FIEND.”

- He’d hate pranks (specifically a hand zapper in this case), because they’re unexpected. (“NEVER DO THAT AGAIN”)

- This also means he’d never troll anyone, cause he feels above that.

- Fanto would HATE hearing people crack their knuckles, like Ash does.

- Fantoccio loves to carve wood. Specifically only by hand, that’s how much he loves it! He carved the two giant wooden hands used in his battle, but his favorite thing to carve is ducks.

- Fantoccio is very intent on ONLY eating the few foods he knows he likes.

- If he were an ice cream, he’d be coffee flavor! Which is ironic, because Ash has also said that it’d probably be terrible to give Fantoccio caffeine.

- Fantoccio would LOVE chicken nuggets.

- Hates pizza, though. Too greasy and messy.

- Would enjoy having an ipad “a little too much. He would be super confused at first but once he learns how to use it DO NOT TAKE IT AWAY”. (kinda like Peridot from Steven Universe)

- He would like spruce wood in Minecraft, but also acacia “just to look at.”

- Ash adores pirates, so so does Fantoccio!

- He has no nose, so no sneezes!

- Appreciates detail as much as Barnaby does.

- Fanto would love birds!

- Fanto is not capable of curse words. Sad.

- Fantoccio would COLLAPSE trying to lift someone without his powers.

- He stims by patting his face and spinning around. Fidgets with his hands in concepts for his standing idle animations, because he’s uncomfortable with standing and prefers floating.

- He’d favor Murder Mystery!

- His wood is alive and can grow like a real boy! (if you’ve seen my post being reblogged around, lol)

- He lives in the lost city of magic, which is abandoned and overrun my magical zombies who used to be magic users, now with a terrible curse. So he lives mainly in his theatre. He’s not trapped, anymore, like his old story!

- Fantoccio’s powers are based around telekinesis and teleportation. It’s how he moves his body around!

- He used to have a plush toy rabbit he carried around, when he was younger, seemingly. It’s unclear where that went, when he got older.

- Fantoccio’s been locked up in this city for 15 years, since he was 8. Completely isolated (save for those zombies, I suppose)! When Billie comes along, though, he’s so excited to have something new to play with!

- Fanto’s song is inspired by Weird Al. Like 90% of this game is, of course /lh. He was also inspired by the pied piper!

- He’d dislike the idea of seafood. (“He’d be like “Why would anyone want to eat a fish?!” And cover Sharkspeare’s nonexistent ears like “Don’t listen to them!””)

- The red feather in his hat is also used as a pen!

- Fantoccio is a being of pure magic, having an entire magic gem be his whole life source. This means he can use magic endlessly without getting tired (I believe)!

- Fantoccio is 23, he/him, and pansexual.

- His face is made using magic. It disappears when/if he’s magic-less.

- Fantoccio can absolutely feel pain.

- When it comes to nature, Ash said he’d kinda be like Rarity from MLP:FiM, but certain kinds of nature he’d still really love. He’d really dislike walking through the wild or camping in general, but loves things like snow or flower fields. Just depends!

- Fantoccio would main Bowser in Mario Kart.

-In terms of favorite Halloween treats, Fantoccio would like anything chewy and fruity (no chocolate)!

- Canonically wears eyeliner.

- Magic sparks from his fingertips when he’s very excited!

- If Fantoccio was an animal, Ash says he’d be a cat.

- No traditional gross human stuff inside him like others, just wood and sap. “Whatever trees do.”

- His original concept by Ash was him having a purple phantom head, being a ghost in a puppet’s body. This was changed by Katie, I believe.

(feel free to add on if I missed anything! i’ll edit this post if i randomly remember something)

#bbu facts #so ppl can block the long posts coming up in main #billie bust up #bbu fantoccio #EDIT: FOR SOME REASON THIS GOT AUTO LABELED OR SMTHN AS MATURE?? #FIXED IT NOW BUT THAT WAS WEIRD

[kitthepurplepotato]

Chapter 5 - Is this a date?!

Summary: Kirishima has no idea what’s going on. Y/N takes the matter in her own hands and forces his himbo to ask her on a date. The date ends with a quite a lot of uhm… surprises.

Warnings: Swear words + Y/N wants to kiss Kirishima constantly. 😂

First Chapter Master List

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Okay, so… Kirishima is really fucking confused. He’s so confused he even decided not to get a coffee today because he genuinely can’t look into Y/N’s eyes without dropping dead on the floor.

He’s met a lot of uhm… touchy people during his short little life, one of them being him to be honest, but…. None of his friends have kissed him on the mouth before. Okay, that’s a lie, Tetsutetsu did but he was absolutely wasted and for some weird reason he thought he’s his girlfriend. He also almost kissed Katsuki out of pure worry once. Nevermind.

Also, his heart didn’t erupt like a fucking lava inside his chest when Tetsutetsu kissed him, but obviously, Kirishima is a big boy, he knows why is his heart having a hard time with doing normal things like beating in a regular pattern and he’s absolutely not ashamed of his ridiculous crush on the barista next door but like… why did she kiss him? And what’s up with that promise? You can’t just promise that to someone, you can’t just throw your life away to live in an unhappy marriage for the rest of your life just to prove your point, can you?

Maybe the kiss was an accident. Technically, it barely touched his mouth. Yeah. It can still be a friendly gesture if he thinks about it that way even though that doesn’t explain the marriage thing but…

“She kissed you because she fucking likes you, what the fuck, Eijirou?!” Katsuki yells into Kirishima’s face out of the blue.

“She doesn’t hate me and maybe she feels pity for me for having an obvious crush on her. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, sir.”

Katsuki is clearly about to have a meltdown but he braces himself for the sake of his friend.

“She likes me too and yet here I am, untouched. She gives out free coffee to the people she likes, not fucking kisses and promises to marry them.”

Katsuki has a point. But…

“Do not fucking ‘but’ me, you absolute moron. Get the fuck out of the building, your shift is fucking over and all you did was writing your girlfriends first name and your last name all over the official paperwork so honestly, I don’t fucking want to see you here anymore.”

“I’m so sorry, Katsuki…”

“No.”

“I mean it… I’ll stay and fix this, I’m really sorry…”

“Get the fuck out, Eijirou!”

Kirishima has been thrown out of his own office by a sparking hand. What a shameful day. He leaves the building with his head held low, moping towards the nearest train station because Kirishima was so fucking all over the place this morning that he forgot he owns a motorbike. He also got fined on the train because he forgot to buy a ticket. What a shitty day.

“You forgot something this morning?” The sound of an angel comes from the coffee shop he’s walking past by. Kirishima looks up and he feels like he just flew to fucking heaven. It’s his favorite barista in cool, edgy clothing, a lollipop hanging from her mouth. She looks at Kirishima with a beautiful, offended gaze which doesn’t make any sense because he’s quite sure he didn’t hurt any puppies today or like… ever.

“Hi.” Well done, Kirishima. The awkward smile and the even more awkward head rubbing is definitely the way to every woman’s heart. “Are you finished for today?”

“Are you asking me on a date, himbo?”

Kirishima’s face becomes the color of his hair.

“Oh, I would never… I mean I would, hundred percent, oh my god, but… like I didn’t…” Kirishima can’t form any more stupid words as Y/N shoves her lollipop into his mouth to shut him up.

The lollipop that was in her mouth a second ago.

That’s an indirect kiss. Hell, that’s an indirect make out session.

This is how Kirishima dies. Or maybe, he already died and this is just his brain showing him all the good things he missed by fucking dying at the humble age of 26. Or is it 27? Hm, maybe 25. He forgot. He’s definitely less than 30. That’s all he knows.

“So where are you taking me, hubby?” Y/N nonchalantly hangs to Kirishima’s arm like it’s no biggie while Kirishima has a meltdown inside. What’s happening right now?! What is this shenanigan?! This must be one of Y/N’s pranks. Yeah. That’s okay. He can live with that. He can just pretend he’s not about to have a heart attack from Y/N’s closeness and play the hubby, whatever that means. Is it like “buddy” but in homosexual? But Kirishima is straight. Well, mostly. He’s the kinda guy who certainly can love anything and everything, he believes that love is love and the gender doesn’t matter, but he only had crushes on women. Because women are really manly and Y/N is the manliest of them all.

“Wanna grab something to eat in the arcade?”

That’s a good place, right? They can play games, have something to eat, enjoy a few drinks… it’s also a place where people go with their friends but they also go there for a date so…

Not like he actually believes this is a date. Nuh-uh. He’s gullible but not that much. Y/N is just teasing again.

… right?

~•🪨•~

You did it. You asked Red Riot out on a date! Okay, well, that’s a lie, you kinda forced him to take YOU out on a date but that doesn’t matter because now you are standing in front of the coolest arcade in the area with your favorite himbo. You also walked through half of the city with your arm entwined with his and it felt fucking great.

“Let’s get something to eat.” You pull the man inside, following the lovely scent of popcorn. “Can I have a big ass tray of French fries with ketchup and mayo and bowl of mozzarella sticks? Uh, and can I have a box of pocky? Also, that cheesecake looks lovely, can I have a slice with two forks, please? Uh, and a strawberry milkshake with two straws!”

“Are you hungry, Y/N?” Kirishima giggles next to you and asks for a small popcorn. Oh, that fucking giggle will be the death of you, how can such a massive, bulky man be so adorable?!

“Are you not?” You look at the small box of popcorn in his hand but he only smiles at that. “Not really!”

Kirishima and the bartender exchanges a knowing look and while you definitely don’t like that you let them do whatever they want because the only thing you can focus on is the massive tray of food right in front you.

~•🪨•~

… okay, maybe… you bought too much. Technically, you could stuff some more food into yourself without feeling sick but you need to have some space for the desert.

“I can finish this for you if you don’t want it!” Kirishima gives you a gleaming smile and takes a fry from your tray. Damn, those teeth.

“So… are your teeth… uhm… when you kiss someone, do you tend to cut them by accident!”

Kirishima chokes on his fry. It’s hilarious.

“Khm…” He coughs a few times before he manages to answer. “I had a few accidents when I was younger but I think I’m doing okay now.”

“Can you show me?”

“Y/N!”

Ahh, it’s so much fun to tease him, goddamnit. It was worth waking up today.

“Haha, joking… for now.”

Red Riot finishes your fries with his face red as your uncle’s hair. Amazing.

Now it’s time for your second attack.

“Why don’t you try the shake? It’s really good!” You take a sip from your own straw for great measure, lips playing with the end of it. You push the second straw over to face him, your eyes full of challenge.

Red Riot understands your cheeky intentions, and by that, you mean he gets even more red if that’s possible. Apparently, it is. He leans in close, takes the second straw, your foreheads almost touching as he takes a skip, his eyes never leaving yours. Now it’s your time to get red like your hair.

“It’s really nice. Sweet.” Kirishima mutters, barely moving away from his straw; his strawberry scented breath fanning your face. Oh how much you want to kiss him right now. Oh, fuck, this was a terrible idea. His eyes are so fucking beautiful, the prettiest shade of crimson with a hint of pinkish undertone to them. How dare he be born with those eyes?!

“Yeah. Really sweet. And handsome.” You mumble out loud; you tear yourself away from the situation, your face boiling hot as you look anywhere but him.

“That’s an interesting way to describe a beverage but… it’s okay.”

“I wasn’t talking about the shake, you himbo.”

Oh boy. You can cut the tension with a fucking knife right now. Is this the time when you just ask him to bring you over to his place to…

Do not finish that sentence, Y/N. Do not. This is your first fucking date. It’s not appropriate.

“Uhm… thank you? You are also handsome… I mean… pretty. You perfume is really nice. Is it new?”

“Yeah, I got it a few days ago. It’s for… special occasions.”

“Is this… a special occasion?” He stutters and you are quite sure you could cook an egg on his face right now.

“Yeah… a really special one.” You mutter under your nose before you shake your head to clear your thoughts. It doesn’t help. “Wanna play the pocky game?” You literally shriek into his face. Honestly, you can’t be more obvious than this, can you?

… well, apparently you can. By the confused look on his pretty little face he has no idea why you want to play that game. He’s such a himbo and thank god he is because there is no way in heaven this is appropriate.

“Let’s see how far can you go. The winner gets a second date.”

“Oh! Okay!” The stupid himbo perks up, not even realizing that it doesn’t matter who wins because even if he looses he still gets a second date.

Is it too soon to say that you genuinely love this guy? Probably. Not like you ever cared about what’s acceptable and what not.

You take a pocky out of the pocket and put the end into your mouth.

Kirishima stares at a pocky for a second then it seems like an idea just popped into his head because he STARTS SHREDDING THE FUCKING POCKY with his shark teeth, looking like a bunny in the middle of a raging meltdown, pieces of biscuits flying all over as he shreds and shreds and shreds, and honestly, you are not sure your face won’t be eaten by the end of it, and you don’t mean that in a good way. Obviously, you can’t help but move away, genuinely terrified by the sound his teeth make as they collide with the poor edible stick and he takes is as a win, clearly over the moon as he stares at you with his stupid puppy eyes, his teeth full on display.

“Red, No!” You reprimand and Red makes a sad puppy face. Why is he so cute?!

“I’ll show you, okay?” You put a new pocky inside his mouth and start eating the candy stick slowly, smiling at him cheekily as you get closer and closer to the middle. “Now do the same.”

And he does. He’s so close. He’s so flushed. There is barely any pocky left so you turn your head to face sideways, letting him come closer to take the last bit of the pocky; your lips touch for a second, the minuscule touch electrifying your whole body and when Eijirou freezes and doesn’t move further, you close the remaining distance…

“Excuse me, uhm… sorry to interrupt, I’m glad your date is going well, but you are making the customers uncomfortable.”

You both jump away from each other. Also, he doesn’t look sorry at all. The guy looks fucking smug.

“We are really sorry, sir.” Eijirou gets all flushed right away, eyes staring at the concrete like a child caught eating his boogers.

You decide to not say a thing because all you can think about is death threats and being kicked out of the arcade would definitely ruin the date.

He quickly eats your leftovers in shame then you two go into the arcade to play some games, finally free from the judging looks of those lonely bozos in the food court. You were so close to kiss him. So fucking close! Goddamnit!

Red Riot tries his best to win you all the stuffed animals possible. You already have a bag worth of random stuff and he just… can’t stop.

He makes his way to one that has different rings and necklaces inside and they look quite high quality as well. It costs more coins for a round but Eijirou is set on winning some because “giving jewelry to a lady is really manly” so you let him do his thing. You don’t appreciate being ignored for the sake of it, but what can you do. Clearly, Eijirou likes a good challenge.

“I can do this.” Suddenly, Eijirou turns over to give you a bone crushing hug. “I will get you the prettiest ring. I promise.

He’s really struggling with this one. Also, you are quite sure he spent your weekly wage already.

“Ei, it’s fine. Let’s play something else.”

“No.”

For your surprise, when he turns over to fucking snarl at you, half of his face is hardened. He doesn’t look okay.

“Hey, what if I try?” You mumble, going all shy from his aggressive behavior. No, not because you are scared. It’s more like … uhm… he’s kinda hot? Okay, he’s a little bit creepy but at the same time… it’s really sweet how he goes all hot and bothered just because he wants to give you something valuable. You really do appreciate the passion even though you would definitely prefer it in another way, like for instance with his tongue down your throat or… something.

Fuck, you really want to kiss him, it’s actually getting pathetic at this point. “Or I can give you a motivating kiss? Would that help?”

Yup. You are absolutely pathetic.

Eijirou’s face softens at that. He touches his own skin, probably just realizing how worked up he was just a second ago, a tiny blush decorating his pretty face, probably from the embarrassment.

“You saw me loosing my mind over a stupid claw machine and you still want to kiss me?” He mutters and damn, how hard it is to not go for his lips right away.

“I think it was really passionate. Really manly. I like it.” You move towards him to leave a kiss on his cheek. “Get me the prettiest ring you can, Red Riot.” You mumble to his cheeks, slowly moving towards his lips to tease him. You pull away right before your lips are about to graze his and honestly, it probably hurts you more than it hurts him.

“On it.” He breaths out, downright panting.

The he wins.

He fucking wins.

“Oh my god, you actually did it!” You jump around happily as Eijirou crouches down to get his prize. You crouch down next to him to take a good look, but Ei turn away from you and opens the box without letting you see the ring. “Hey!”

“Wait, I want to give it to you properly!” He mutters, then turns towards you, still crouching. “Y/N! I really-really like you.”

Your heart makes a somersault inside your chest. He’s stating the obvious, but somehow it still makes you feel all tingly-tangly; you guess this is how it feels like when someone you actually like confesses to you. Damn, these heart palpitations are not a joke.

“I… I really like you too, Eijirou.” You admit sheepishly. For some reason, he doesn’t look to affected by your words which stings a bit but oh well.

“I promise you I’ll… I’ll get better. Stronger. I’ll learn how to love myself. This ring…” he finally pulls out the ring from behind his back and takes your hand in his. Then it’s silence. He takes a deep breath to calm down.

Oh my god.

Oh my fucking god.

You are all about the YOLO, but this a bit… too much?! Too soon?!

Okay, who are you kidding, you literally can’t say no this man. You literally knew this man will be the end game since day 1. You don’t need to date him for several years to know that he’s… special.

“With this ring, I promise you that I’ll become the best version of myself and then… I’ll marry you. Because you deserve the best and nothing less, Y/N. So… I know it’s a lot to ask but… will you wait for me?”

Eijirou puts the ring on your ring finger. It’s a beautiful silver ring with a crimson colored gem in the middle. It’s actually gorgeous.

Don’t cry. Don’t fucking cry.

Your favorite hero just proposed to you with a ring from a claw machine. With a ring he technically spent half of your rent money on right in front of your eyes. With a ring he worked so hard for that even his quirk acted up from it.

“Okay.” A few stray tears escape from your eyes so you quickly rub them away. “I’ll… I’ll marry you, you himbo. I promise. Don’t make me wait for too long though, yeah?”

“Why are you crying? Was that too much? I was an absolute idiot, wasn’t I? That’s so selfish of me, I’m sorry…”

“Oh my god, shut the fuck up!” You let yourself fall into his arms, your own arms snaking around his neck to pull him closer, toppling the both of you over. You two end up lying on the floor, hugging like two idiots and you only hope that no one will come over to this corner in the next few seconds because you are quite sure you’ll be kicked out for inappropriate behavior if they do. “Wanna come to mine?”

Eijirou’s face is as red as his hair and it’s hilarious. “To your… flat?!”

“Yeah. To my flat. I have some wine we can share. We can watch a movie… I have some old school Crimson Riot stuff somewhere in a box, we could… go through it together?”

“You have Crimson Riot stuff in your flat?!”

Well, apparently coming to your flat was only cheeky until Crimson Riot wasn’t involved. He’s such a fucking geek.

“Duh. Where do you think that old ass poster was coming from? Santa?”

“Y/N… this is the best day of my life!”

“Well, I’m glad that all I needed to do was to mention Crimson Riot for you to actually appreciate our date.” You roll your eyes offendedly as you finally stand up from the dirty floor.

“No, it was the best day anyway but now it’s the best best day! Double best day! Triple! Quadruple! I don’t know what comes after that I’m afraid, I’m quite dumb.”

You can’t help but laugh at that.

“You are such a himbo, I swear to god.” You reach out for him to help him up. “Come on now, hubby. Let’s continue our date at mine.”

“Yes, sir.”

~•🪨•~

“Well, this is my flat. Well, technically it’s my uncle’s. He’s uhm… loaded.” You mutter under your nose as you put the key into the lock.

Then you change your mind and pull it out.

One last chance for that cheeky kiss. One last fucking chance. You can do this. “Before we go in, I want to… uhm… thank you for today. I had so much fun and thank you… for your promise. I also want to give you something, it’s definitely not a big deal or anything but…” You slowly turn around to face the big red man. Haha. The big red man. Like the big red dog. That’s funny.

…

Anyway.

You slowly stand on your tiptoes, trying your best to reach Eijirou’s lips. You make sure to give him enough time to be able to move away if he’s not comfortable, but by the glassines of his eyes as he stares at your lips, you have no reason to worry. He looks like he’s not even on this planet, his breath is ragged and he doesn’t blink at all, like he’s trying to remember every single second of this. His eyes close when you are too close for him to actually be able to see anything, and you are just about to kiss him senseless, when your door randomly opens. Aggressively. Eijirou jumps up so high he almost bumps his head into the ceiling.

“Did you forget how to open your own door, you silly sausage? … oh. Oh!” Crimson Riot stares at your companion with a shit eating grin of his face.

… oh fuck.

… next chapter!

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TL: @porusuniverse @sixxze @unofficialmuilover @cheesenmax @readingfan @sammmm29 @pwinglez1 @happydragonfrog @magicalhandsherringclam @lovingnightharmony @theequeenofcurses @kirishima-eijirock @nerinefy @selfindulgenthoe @fierysplash213 @woofwoofwolf @touyasprettydoll @confused-smol-fan @themultifandomgirl @dark-witch-bitch

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #Kirishima x reader #Kirishima Eijirou x reader #red riot x reader #Kirishima x you #kirishima x y/n

[chi-icha]

This is a very oddly specific request, but is it possible for you to have a comfort scenario with Wanderer/Scaramouche where an autistic reader has been feeling insecure and hurt regarding their flat affect because a manager at work essentially embarrassed them publicly by treating them like a child and accused them of "having attitude" when they were asking a simple question all because the manager decided a monotonous voice = attitude, and because of that they've started masking more obviously, have stopped speaking as often for the most part and only use very exaggerated and fake tones when they do speak.

I recently this happen to me and the whole argument with my manager has left me so embarrassed and ashamed of my autism, my meltdowns and my flat affect that I'm literally handing my resignation in the next shift I have and I'd love a comfort scenario for it, especially since I tend to see Wanderer as autistic, since his vocal tone in EN feels very similar to my own in some ways- I feel like he'd get it.

I apologise if the prompt is too overly specific or if it's unclear but I felt I'd ask anyway because I feel so hurt ashamed right now and don't even want to speak anymore and I hate feeling like that over something I have no control of.

oh dear, i’m really sorry that happened to u :( i understand how hard it is to communicate when you have difficulty doing it. even if i myself don’t have autism, i understand that people who do have difficulty in daily life. people all around should respect and try to help instead of making a whole deal out of it

and don’t apologise!! nothing is your fault to begin with, and you don’t have to apologise for something you can’t control or are not even conscious about it.

you feel your eyes prick with tears, even if you don’t want to cry. it makes you feel weak, and no one should be weak, or so you thought.

you feel like punching your manager, but that’s not allowed. what else are you supposed to do? just let them treat you like a child and deal with it. fuck, no.

you sit down on a bench in a particularly isolated area in Sumeru, hoping to god no one comes and bothers at this time of day. After fighting with your manager about something that could’ve just been resolved without a problem, you feel exhausted, lonely, even.

“crying alone? I thought I’d never see the day.” a slightly flat voice comes from in front of you, a few metres away. you know that voice, and it gives a slight smile to your face and a warm feeling in your chest.

there he stood, crossing his arms while having a small, amused smile on his face. but it’s not the kind of smile that’s meant to mock you, it’s more like a jab that close friends do; harmless and a little funny despite the situation.

“shut up..” you mumble while gently wiping your eyes, the smile rising on your face despite trying to hide it, not wanting to please that fucker. Wanderer huffs softly, then invites himself to sit beside you and crosses his legs while propping his chin on his palm, elbow neatly placed on his knee just so he could get a good look at you.

sure, seeing you cry was a little rare to see since you always seem so.. monotonous or flat, for lack of better word. he knew little bits of what your relationship with your manager was, and to say he was disgusted was an understatement at best.

“manager?” he asked, lifting an eyebrow and tilting his head slightly to the side.

he knew how to read you like an open book, which is both a blessing and a curse.

“yeah,” your voice was soft, and he immediately caught up on that. usually your voice would be at the same pitch he’s used to. “nothing much though, just..”

you trail off, not knowing how to finish your sentence without thinking of how much of wuss you sound like. you bite your lip, and his form a soft frown.

the silence draws for a little longer, and you feel like you should’ve shut up. your head hangs low, your thumbs fiddling together and mentally beating yourself up for creating such an awkward atmosphere from just trying to speak. fuck, why was speaking so hard—

he hums, just a flat one that seemed to silently say he understood whatever you were trying to silently say.

he inches closer, hand holding the back of your head before pulling your body close to his. he hopes his artificial skin would help you warm up, even if just a little could be nice.

with the help of his comforting touch despite the coldness of his artificial skin, you chuckle softly despite the tears gently streaming down your cheeks. just small ones, but wanderer finds himself wiping them away anyway.

“that’s enough crying,” he cringes at his own voice, failing miserably at trying to form a warm tone and he stays silent, hoping you just understand that he’s genuinely trying to comfort you.

you smile softly, burying your face a little on his neck to not let anyone else see you cry as your arms softly wrap around him, squeezing gently to relieve some of your own tension.

“thank you.”

your voice was but a whisper, but he finds his skin to redden slightly anyway.

please please pleasee correct me if anything is incorrect about autism or any other issues about my writing :(( i have no friends or relatives who have autism, so i really don’t know what it’s like. i made a little research about it but i really don’t know if it’s correct or not 😔

#again really sorry that happened to you #no person should ever be treated like a child due to a disability they can’t control >:( #many hugs from chi to u nonnie <33 #genshim impact #genshin #scaramouche #wanderer #wanderer x reader #genshin x reader #scaramouche x reader

[nicosraf]

I’m sure I speak for all of us when I say we desperately want to hear all your baal and lucifer thoughts!! I’m foaming at the mouth begging for crumbs, barking like a wild dog

Warning for major Angels & Man spoilers. I'm sorry for this long essay but I'm stuck in a lecture for this certification thing and bored.

So I'm thinking about immeditaely after the demons re-group and Lucifer leads them in building their caves. Baal falling to Lucifer's feet and swearing his allegiance. He says he's been fighting in honor of Lucifer's memory in all the time that Lucifer has been asleep. Lucifer is angry, though — maybe he slaps him — and he asks why Baal thinks that he's worthy of trying to continue the devil's legacy. Baal apologizes, says he didn't mean to continue it, just protect his memory, to worship him in life and death. Lucifer asks why Baal wants to worship him, Baal says Lucifer is beautiful, and Lucifer glares. Baal adds that Lucifer is powerful and wise, too, but Lucifer's already angry and maybe turns his back on him.

Regardless, Lucifer still offers him the title of duke within a few months. (He might be angry at Baal, but he's probably the most loyal among the demons). Whenever they're alone, Baal tries to touch him, lowers his voice, but Lucifer denies him over and over. It's only until Baal is hopeless, not even trying anymore (sleeping with other random demons), that Lucifer finally takes him to bed. (It was a test; Lucifer wanted to see if Baal would remain loyal even without the promise of sex. Baal has passed, but Lucifer doesn't seem happy with him, he never does.)

Baal carves a room to sleep in close to Lucifer's chambers but not too close. Baal starts modifying his body. He has a fixation on Michael; sometimes, he thinks of how far Lucifer and Michael might've gone in their relationship and pisses himself off. He imagines that Lucifer has become violent because of Michael. He imagines Michael must've hurt Lucifer. Baal tries to make himself stronger and bigger, scarier too.

Baal spends a lot of time beside Lucifer, sees a lot of his spells of anger and grief and violence. He offers to take over some responsibilities. He wants Lucifer to focus on being happier/calmer. Lucifer agrees, but because he plans to use Baal as a way to shift blame; whenever the demons need to be punished, he'll send Baal, whenever things need to get done, he'll have Baal scream at them. The demons will hate Baal and love Lucifer. Lucifer does, however, use most of his new free time to sleep and tend his gardens; so, he is a little calmer, and Baal is happy.

It takes centuries for Lucifer to let Baal actually sleep in his bed. One day, though, I think Lucifer wakes up cold and trembling, and he walks out, sees Baal, walks up to him, grabs him by his tunic, then drags him to cuddle in bed without a word. It takes another long time before Baal gets to sleep there frequently. Lucifer stops kicking him out post-sex; Baal eventually moves his stuff to a tiny corner of Lucifer's chambers, and Lucifer pretends not to notice.

Their relationship is rocky. Lucifer takes out most of his fury on Baal. Baal just takes it, sometimes unsure why he bothers being so loyal, but every time he thinks of stepping away, he comes crawling back.

Cain changes things though. Lucifer becomes a lot gentler. In front of Cain, Lucifer is very sweet and only playfully mean to Baal, and even when Cain isn't there, Lucifer stays a little nicer. Baal sees that the young, sweet Lucifer he loved in Heaven is still alive. Baal also sees Lucifer having meltdowns over Cain's safety, panicking and hyperventilating and pulling his hair out. Baal holds Lucifer tight as he cries and gasps over Cain being hurt or lost.

I'm trying not to ramble too much about Cain right now, but I think Cain mends a lot of their relationship. Lucifer is a little gentler, and Baal sees how hurt Lucifer really is. And they both adore Cain, even after everything that happens with Abel. Lucifer is a mess when Cain walks off on his own after the murder, and Baal is there for Lucifer.

So why is Lucifer still so mean to Baal in A&M? A part of it is an act. A part of it is trying to push Baal away. A part of it is trying to push himself away. Lucifer doesn't want to love anymore. Love drove him crazy in the past. He especially doesn't want to fall for someone like Baal, who he thinks isn't very bright or powerful or special. But.... Baal holds him really tenderly sometimes and Lucifer feels safe. And even happy, sometimes.

#mine #baalcifer rant #longer than i intended but hey maybe ill cross-post this to patreon #ask

[nightgoodomens]

A lot of asks under the cut:

I think we figured out that this fandom can’t take criticism of anything, they had a meltdown when people called out a fictional character for being an ass, so I can imagine with them being unable to comprehend that some people do not like their queen.

I don’t understand why the concept of some people not liking other people is so horrifying and impossible to understand.

They’re all public figures, people base their opinions on what they see, some people will be indifferent, some won’t like them, some will like them, some will love them, some will hate them.

Looking for all the excuses right out of the ass why someone would hate them and it’s definitely not the idol’s fault… it is just… it ain’t that deep.

It’s fucking embarrassing honestly.

You will need to be a bit more specific regarding which issues 😅

I don’t know what she was thinking or what MS was thinking and I’m pretty happy that their situation isn’t my problem and I don’t need to go too much into it 😂 What they’re showing the public is painful to watch. We will never know what exactly was going on there but what we see/know isn’t pretty.

She shouldn’t be in the limelight because she hasn’t accomplished anything to deserve it. She isn’t in one anyway, the only people who know about her are people interested in Michael enough to care who he has kids with and find out her name AND then actually care to follow her.

I love that you said “wives” because their fans keep on making AL a wife but MS had her pop two kids out but didn’t pop the question himself.

Throw in a few “ewww” “disgusting” “depraved” “sickos” “sexist” and you’re nearly there 😂

Oh yeah - if this was about a man and a woman and they’d do 5% of what MS/DT do then you’d have articles written about it and everyone talking about it. It’s only automatically a joke because they’re two dudes.

Imagine if a man said “she’s easy to fall in love with” “I love her” “she’s my lover” stared at her lovingly constantly, called her “his partner”, and his other partner would call them “boyfriend/girlfriend”, media would be all over it and nobody would be screaming “disgusting” or a joke.

The biggest irony is that this fandom is supposed to be open minded 😂

She got pregnant at a young age by a stranger and ever since has been living in a bubble where she’s worshipped for existing by her man’s fandom who’s ensuring her she doesn’t need to do anything to be called a queen. The only jobs she scored were sorted out by him. I’m not surprised she’s still a muppet who’s learned nothing and doesn’t want to leave the fantasy bubble tbf.

She’s been obsessively copying GT to the point where I think GT has been smoothly taking the piss out of her partly for it. From “soooo linked” to “throw her a hashtag and see if it sticks” to “oh you have Getty image, here’s a cute selfie my hubby took with your man when he was happy”. Song choices have been funny too.

This fandom went downhill really quick. I scroll my dash maybe once a day and hope to see a few nice arts, scrolling through words. Art gives me the ick sometimes too unfortunately. Every time I read something I don’t even know wtf people are talking about anymore. It has nothing to do with the show.

When S3 comes out I will watch it and never check what anybody else thought about it. People ruined S2 for me and I’m not letting them do the same with S3.

Thank you for still reading this blog :)

Bruh I wish. I fucking wish. But suddenly it won’t apply when he goes all nepo on this show anyway. It’s gonna be spot the relative season.

You’d probably need to ask him this question 😅

They had one night stand, she got knocked up, he sold a lot of what he had and moved to Wales, she wanted to be big shit but the only jobs she scored were sorted out by him, she got pregnant again, she likes to take digs about him and his looks, he started looking miserable as hell with her, he paid her for a photoshoot and had GT do her promo, yet again it flopped, so now she’s suddenly feeding everyone how she totally luvs him (still slips a dig in because she can’t help herself) because heart grows fonder when shit doesn’t work out.

I don’t know why he’s with her. Maybe he’s actually deeply in love with her but decided to show the whole world that he is miserable with her for shits and giggles. Maybe they play up zero chemistry for cameras for some reason. Maybe he loves her so much he never speaks about her but perks up the second “DT” is mentioned and goes off about how much he loves him, how easy he’s to fall in love with, how good he looked in a kilt… Yeah that makes zero fucking sense, doesn’t it 😂

Responsibility I guess.

#NightGoodOmens talks PR #NightGoodOmens talks Michael and David

[farfaras]

Steddie week. Day 4: Familiar / Hurt/Comfort. 1.8k words. Ao3 link.

@steddie-week

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Steve was having a bad day. Or really, a bad week. He didn’t know when was the last time he got a full night of sleep. This week’s customers from family video were somehow the worst he’s had the pleasure to meet. And he had no idea what he was doing with his life.

It’s always the same thing, after they save the world. He’s left with a feeling of uncertainty and fear. He knew that it’s over, for good now. And that thought shouldn’t be as terrifying as it is.

He was trying to cook before he started to divagate. He got distracted and somehow he managed to burn his hand. Shit.

“Ah! Fuck.” He went to the sink and put his hand under the spray of cold water.

He felt tears coming. It wasn’t even because it hurt that bad. He always had a somewhat meltdown after every brush with the upside down. It’s just, everything felt like too much. And at the same time like nothing. He didn’t know how to fix it, he sometimes thought that he needed fixing.

“Not now, goddamn it.” He just wanted to have dinner and go to bed early. He was just so exhausted. And he was full on, crying now.

He heard the doorbell ring. It probably wasn’t anything important.

It ringed again. And the person outside started knocking too. Steve didn’t really have the fight in him today to try and school his appearance. Whoever was on the other side would have to deal with it.

He went and opened the door to find Eddie. His expression turned from lightheartedness to concern in record time. “Stevie? What’s wrong? Are you okay?” He stepped inside and closed the door. Steve just shrugged and all but collapsed on his chest. Words wouldn’t come out.

Eddie guided them to the couch, they sat down without breaking their hug. Eddie was tracing comforting circles on his back.

Their friendship was one of the best things that could’ve come from the terrible circumstances they went through.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Eddie gently asked.

Steve took a deep breath. “It’s just been a rough week I guess.” He pulled back so he could look at Eddie. Eddie nodded and urged him to continue. “The nightmares have been bad, I haven’t been sleeping much. Customers have been awful, my boss hates me. I don’t know why I’ve also been so caught up in how I have no idea what I’m doing with my life. And I can’t even make dinner without burning myself now!” That was a lot, Steve knew. But even if he and Eddie haven’t been friends for a long time, he somehow felt safe enough to trust him with anything.

“You- Sweetheart…” Eddie trailed off and took his hand to inspect the damage. “I get that. We don’t have to have all the answers right now, you know. And for whatever it counts, I’m always here for you.”

Steve nodded. He knew Eddie got it, got him. Considering how different they were, they were also similar in some ways.

“It doesn’t look that bad but, does it hurt?” Eddie asked, referring to his hand.

“It’s fine. I’ll manage.” Steve wiped his almost dried tears with his free hand.

“I could always kiss it better?” Eddie had mischief all over his face, he wiggled his eyebrows. Steve laughed.

No one had offered to do that since… wait a minute. The situation felt so eerily familiar. He suddenly had a memory rush forward.

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“Ouch!” Steve cried. He just wanted to get on the top of the tree so he could feel like a giant. He didn’t take into account that he’s never actually climbed a tree before in his 7 years of age. At least he didn’t fall from a higher point.

He scraped his hand when he tried to hold on to a branch. It broke and he fell on his knees. He had scratches all over them now. They were lightly bleeding.

There was a small lake around somewhere and Steve once heard that when you get cuts or stuff like that you’re supposed to clean them, so he ran to the lake.

When he arrived he was met with another boy. He looked around his age. The boy had brown curly hair, his back was turned to Steve so he had no idea who he was yet. It looked like the boy was painting some rocks by the lake. Steve’s never seen someone doing that before.

Steve slowly approached him. When he was near the boy’s field of vision he looked up. His eyes widened. “Are you okay?!” The boy asked, worried. Steve didn’t know him. He’s never seen him before.

“Uh. Yes?” It came out like a question, even if that wasn’t Steve’s intention. He was more preoccupied by being taken aback because of how pretty the boy was. His eyes were huge, and so brown. Steve’s eyes were brown too but they were nowhere as beautiful as his. Steve wanted to memorize his face and then try to draw it.

The boy stood up and made his way to Steve. “But you’re bleeding! Does it hurt so much?”

Steve could recognize a small throbbing on his injuries, in the back of his mind. They were long forgotten though. “Not that bad.” Steve still was curious as to why he’s never seen him before. “Why didn’t I see you in school?” He pointed to the direction he thought the school was.

The boy followed his hand with his gaze. “You scraped your hand too!” He took his hand and pulled it so he could look at it closer. Steve’s heart suddenly beat a little faster.

“You- uh- you didn’t answer my question.”

“Oh! Right.” He dropped Steve’s hand. Boo. “I’m not from here! My mom brought me to spend the summer with my uncle.” He explained. That disappointed Steve but at least they could play during this summer. “But that’s not important! Come here.” The boy dragged him to the lake and helped him clean his wounds. He cupped some water on his hands and poured what he could on Steve’s knees. Steve just dunked his hand in the water. The cold was soothing. “What happened?”

“Oh. I fell from a tree.” Steve told him.

“Really?” He stood back up when he finished what he was doing. “That’s cool! What were you doing up there?”

“I wanted to feel like a giant!”

The boy giggled. Steve felt giddy from making that happen. “Awesome! Giants are so cool! Kinda scary, but cool!”

Steve just nodded.

The boy lit up, it looked like he had an idea. “Hey! I just remembered.” He dug for something in his pockets. “My uncle always gives me bandaids to carry around because he says I’m ‘prone to accidents’ whatever that word means.” He used air quotes to make his point before going back in to dig for those bandaids. “Ah ha!” He held them proudly.

He kneeled in front of Steve and started to put them on his knees. When he looked satisfied with his work he straightened back up. “Sorry, I don’t have enough for your hand too.”

“No! That’s okay! Thank you.” Steve smiled at him.

“I could always kiss it better! My uncle does that for me too, sometimes.” The boy offered. Steve didn’t know what to say so he just nodded.

The boy took his hand and brought it close to his face. Steve’s heart skipped a beat. They locked eyes. The boy placed a kiss right beside his scrape on his palm, not really touching it. Then he turned his hand and placed another kiss on the back of his hand. That seemed unnecessary but Steve wasn’t about to complain. He dropped it and the moment was over.

The rest of the afternoon they spend it together, coming up with different games. They played pretend all they wanted to. Until the time came to go to their separate homes, the sun was setting. They said goodbye and it wasn’t until Steve was back home that he realized he never even asked what his name was!

What was wrong with him? Was he really so distracted by his beautiful smile and eyes and laugh, that he forgot such a big thing?

Steve hoped he could see him again.

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Holy shit. That was Eddie. The same eyes. The same hair. The same smile. The same fucking phrase again. The same boy from back then, it makes sense. By the time Eddie moved to Hawkins, Steve must’ve already forgotten about that exchange.

Fuck. That was Eddie! His first crush was Eddie? Oh my god, his first crush was Eddie. No wonder Steve developed feelings all over again in such a short amount of time.

“You said that back then, too.” Steve really hoped Eddie remembered. He didn’t know why but that felt important (he did know).

“What are you-?” Eddie started. He looked down at their hands, he’s still holding Steve’s. He looked back up, he seemed to come to a realization. “You- you’re the giant wannabe kid?” He did remember.

Steve lets out a joyous laugh. “Yeah. And you’re the bandaid savior.”

Eddie shook his head in disbelief. “That’s crazy. That was one of the most fun days I had in this hell of a town.”

“I beat myself up for not asking for your name for days.” Steve confessed. He wasn’t sure how much that revealed.

“That so?”

“Yeah, it’s kinda funny but you… um” Steve had to say it, he might never find any other opportunity. “You were kinda my first ever crush.”

Eddie didn’t respond. Steve’s stomach dropped. Maybe he shouldn’t have said that. He started to take his hand back but Eddie didn’t let him.

He guided Steve’s hand to his face and placed a kiss on it. Just like all those years ago.

Eddie dropped his hand to cradle his face. “When I moved to Hawkins and started middle school here, you were my first crush too. But I-“ he paused and took a big breath. “I kind of never stopped.” Steve could see how nervous Eddie was. It was adorable.

Steve smiled at him. “Good.” He leaned in. “Because mine is back, I think stronger than ever.”

They met each other for a gentle kiss. Steve couldn’t imagine how he got here, but he is so glad he’s here, kissing Eddie Munson. If 7 year old Steve could look at him now.

When they parted, they didn’t let go of each other. Instead they just pulled each other close in a bone crushing hug.

“I got you, sweetheart.” Eddie murmured and kissed his temple. Steve felt so incredibly warm. “Not sure how, but we can get through anything.”

“I got you too, Ed.” Steve closed his eyes. Happy. “And yeah. I know.”

And indescribable feeling washed over him. Even if Steve had never felt it before, he knew what it was.

They were home.

#yknow my pst self will wait until the last minute #steddieweek2023 #steddieweekprompts #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie x steve #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things 4 #mer writes sometimes #ficlet #I’m a sucker for baby Eddie and Steve interactions #hurt/comfort

[venusianelf]

I Just Feel You

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Autistic! Reader

Genre: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Established Relationship

Summary:  Feeling burnt out from masking, Wanda is there to comfort you and brush your hair.

Warnings: Reader has meltdowns/shutdowns, Sensory issues mention, One use of Y/n, Reader is gender-neutral

Word Count: ~1.0k

Request: would you be able to do a really sweet fluffy fic with Wanda Maximoff and an autistic reader where reader asks Wanda, “Can you feel me?” (like in the scene from Infinity War at the beginning when Wanda uses her magic to feel Vision’s stone and she says “I just feel you” before all the chaos breaks out) and Wanda uses her magic in the same way and says back “I just feel you.” i hope that made sense, it sounded cute in my head lol.

A/N: This request took me longer than I would’ve liked but I just had my birthday so that threw a wrench in my plans. Also, MOM gave me a few ideas for Wanda fics that I will eventually get around to writing. This fic also ended up including more hair brushing than I expected but whatever lol. Gif found on google. Thank you for reading!

The last few months had been extra stressful. You were swamped with missions and it was being to burn you out. You could feel yourself getting exhausted and needing to pull away. Your girlfriend Wanda, was the first to notice. She watched as you flinched away from the team’s touches and excused yourself to your shared room more often than usual. 

When she entered the room with both of your dinners she frowned as she saw you rocking back and forth a little too passionately. Gently placing the food down on a nearby table, she sat down next to you on the ground. “Rough day?” She called out as you nodded. “May I touch you?” She asked as you thought for a moment before nodding again.

She put her hand out and stroked your hair as you slowed your rocking. As she continued she began to hum a Sokovian lullaby. Gently, she began brushing your hair with her fingers. You leaned into her touch as you felt a calm wash over you.  “Do you want to talk about it?” She asked as you sighed. “There’s not much to talk about. One of my missions got too stressful and I accidentally snapped at someone,” You explained as you frowned and she hummed in acknowledgment. 

“I hate having to mask whenever I’m not with you. It’s so exhausting and it makes me not feel like myself,” You continued as she frowned with you. “Then don’t mask around them. If they don’t like it, screw them,” She huffed. “It’s not that simple Wans,” You replied as she moved to look at you. “I know, but I wish it were,” She sighed as you smiled melancholically. 

“As long as you’re here with me you never have to mask around me though. That’s the best I can offer for now,” She continued as she smiled disappointed in herself for not being able to do more. “Thank you,” You replied as you leaned your forehead in to touch hers. After a few breaths, she leaned back and kissed you on the forehead before speaking, “We really should eat dinner before it gets cold though.” “Right. Do you bring that in already?” You asked as you looked around before noticing the food. “Wow, I must’ve been pretty out of it,” You chuckled before grabbing your food and cuddling up with Wanda on the couch.

A few days later and you had gone on another particularly stressful mission. This one included a loud siren and flashing light that you had to mask through even though it exhausted you. As you stepped off the quinjet you immediately headed to you and Wanda’s room. You turned on the shower before stripping out of your clothes.

You stepped under the water and sighed as you felt the water pelt off of you. You washed yourself off before standing under the water and just letting the water hit you. You vaguely recognized the sound of Wanda entering the bathroom as you lost yourself in your thoughts. 

Hearing a knock on the shower wall you turned to look at her as she smiled at you. “Room for one more?” She asked as you nodded and made room for her. She busied herself with washing herself as you zoned out again. She turned and frowned seeing you looking so far away after she had asked you a question. “Y/n?” She called as you blinked hard before turning towards her. “Yeah?” You asked as she frowned harder. “I asked you if you wanted me to wash your hair,” She repeated. “Oh, uh, I already washed my hair,” You replied as she smiled compassionately at you. 

“I figured, but I know you like how it feels when I wash your hair,” She replied as you tilted your head in contemplation. “I’m okay,” You responded after a pause. “Okay, darling,” She said before turning off the water and grabbing towels for both of you. You both dried off and changed into comfy clothes in silence before Wanda turned on some music while she brushed her hair. When she finished she turned to you and held the brush up. “Want me to brush yours?” She asked before you nodded.

She sat down on the bed near you before beginning to brush through your hair. She carefully untangled your hair as you leaned into her. The gentle brushing felt very relaxing after such a long day. It also helped that it provided just the right sensory input. When she finished up you turned around to face her and crawled into her lap. Hugging her and hiding yourself in her neck, she put the brush down and pulled you close. 

After a few minutes, you pulled back and chewed on your lip as you contemplated what to say. Wanda’s gaze softened as she watched before she brought one of her hands up to hold your face. You looked back at her when you felt her and sighed before looking down. “I know I mentioned it recently but I’m so tired from all this masking. I just don’t feel like myself, and I, I don’t know. I guess I’m asking if, if you can feel me?” You asked as you moved her hand up to your forehead. 

She smiled softly before red mist came out of her fingers and connected with your temple. You felt her sift through your mind as you watched her close her eyes. “I just feel you,” She replied after a moment. Leaning forward you gently crashed your body into hers again as she fell back on the bed. “Thank you,” You spoke up after a pause. “No problem dear,” She replied softly before you propped yourself up on your elbows over her.

“What?” She asked as you gazed at her. “Nothing, you’re just really pretty and kind,” You replied as you watched her blush and look away. “Come here goof,” She responded before pulling you in to kiss her. You sighed into the kiss as you felt her love and warmth rush through you. As you pulled back you licked your lips and Wanda raised her eyebrow. 

“You chapstick tastes good,” You answered and she hummed in response. “It’s mango flavored,” She replied before pulling you back into her embrace. Cuddling up to her, you once again buried your head in her as she began to draw patterns on your back. You felt your eyelids grow heavy before letting yourself succumb to sleep in your girlfriend’s arms.

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[yns-world]

Hi Fatima !!!!

I’m new to your blog but I’ve read a few works and I am so glad that I happened to stumble upon it !! Your writing is gorgeous and I can’t wait to read more of it !

That being said is there any way I could request a yandere Jon snow x reader fic where we see his jealous side ?? Maybe he saw reader getting close with a friend and he panicked and confessed his love for reader and what he does when seeing that reader sorta distanced herself from him because she the unhealthy attachment he had with her ? How would he react ? And could there be some smut if your comfortable writing it ??

Again , your writing is so wonderful. I shall love anything you put out ! I hope you’re having a wonderful day/night whenever you get this !! Take care of yourself and remember that you matter !!

Thank you once again ,

-H

Yandere Jon Snow x Reader - Jealousy

Gender neutral, ambiguous race, and size neutral reader

a/n: You’re never responsible for anyone’s mood or happiness. There’s a difference between being a good friend and people pleasing. It’s hard, but put yourself first. 

You and Jon have been close friends for years, through thick and thin.

And as you two grew older, his obsession grew with him. 

At first, he didn’t even notice it. You guys spent a majority of your time together, so he thought nothing of it when he felt the growing need to be around you every waking moment.

Of course, his unchecked pining sharpened like a dagger with each passing day, and it would finally stab him right through the chest when he saw how friendly you were with Sam.

It wasn’t a one-time occurrence either, you and Sam had been hanging out more often lately and Jon didn’t know how to act.

In a moment of foolishness, he pulled you aside and vomited all of the pent up feelings he had.

“Y/N, I’ve loved you for so long, you mean everything to me. Without you, there’s no reason for me to exist. I would do anything for you, and I don’t want to ever lose you.” Jon was breathless by the end of it, trying to calm his pounding heart as his eyes glossed over with tears of heartache.

Nobody moved. We didn’t even chuckle. Was this supposed to be romantic? You thought, but you just gave an awkward smile, trying to appease your delusional friend as best you could. 

In all honesty, his behavior scared you.

You don’t know how to take the confession, you loved him-- but only as a dear friend. You saw him as a brother, really. 

Ever since that confession, things had an undercurrent of unease. You were wary around him now, and he could sense that.

There were sparks between you-- but not the romantic kind; they were sparks of fear that tainted the air, and Jon could taste that fear.

With each passing day, your relationship got progressively worse. You were slowly distancing yourself from Jon, instead seeking solace in Sam. Because of this, Jon’s initial self-loathing was churning into loathing against you. 

Didn’t he do the right thing? The courageous thing? Why couldn’t you understand how hard it was for him to confess? 

Why couldn’t you see how much you were hurting him? 

Jon knows that he’ll never get you back if he comes off too strong-- he’s learned that lesson from his wretched confession-- so he falls back on his strongest weapon. 

He knows how much of a sucker you are for that meek, vulnerable boy you always see in him. So he uses that to his advantage.

A couple weeks after the confession, you’d be hanging around Sam having a friendly conversation and Jon would walk over to you with this solemn look-- brows arched up, lips pulled down, and his black eyes wider than ever.

In the softest voice he could muster, Jon asks you: “Could we talk privately?”

You nearly had a heart attack from his expression, so you didn’t think twice about agreeing.

“Do you hate me?” Jon asks once you two are alone. His voice cracked on the word ‘hate’. He knew how to play this game too well.

“No, of course not!” Your frantic response wasn’t enough for him, Jon was about to have a meltdown. “I love you, Jon. I could never hate you, it’s just-”

You stopped midway. You were about to tell Jon how unhealthy abrupt his confession was but he was already crying. 

The guilt crushed you like a boulder, and you were stunned into silence. All you could do was pull him into your arms and soothe him. If only you knew that you were the one that was being lured into his trap.

“Don’t cry, Jon. I would never leave you.” You pet his hair as he cried into your shoulder.

Ever since then, you felt that Jon’s overall happiness and mood was your responsibility. 

You’re constantly afraid that anything might set him off and finally push him to the edge-- one time Jon caught you talking to another guy and that night, he got all depressed and talked about how you don’t truly love him and that he’d be better off dead-- that manipulative piece of shit.

His mood swings are terrifying; you’re stuck in a dance with a devil and you can’t stop until you die. 

Jon conditioned you to have him as your one and only priority-- his happiness, his wants.

But all this extra responsibility takes a toll on your mental and emotional wellbeing, causing you to go into a depressive state within a few months, but Jon couldn’t be happier because your depressive state entailed for you to isolate yourself from anyone but him. You felt as if you had nobody but him. 

It was a vicious cycle-- you carried an immeasurable burden placed on your shoulders by Jon himself so you start withering, but ironically, you run back to Jon for comfort. It’s a cycle that never ends.

By the time that 4 months have passed since the confession, you two have become nothing but two, lonely crows; depressed, shivering in the cold, and holding onto each other’s frozen bodies for warmth. 

Death doesn’t scare you anymore, Jon does. 

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[kookiesandmelanin]

Misunderstandings

Pairing: Hyunjin x autistic reader

Genre: Angsty with fluffy ending

Prompt: Y/n comes off as cold and distant and it pisses off Hyunjin. 

Word count: 2,772

Warning: an autistic meltdown, ignorance, ableism (depending on how you interpret this), a panic attack, and things that you should never say to an autistic person, please don't read if any of these trigger you

Author's notes: This is based on a fic I read that I lowkey hated, because it triggered me. The reader in the fic wasn't even autistic, but the way I interpreted them made it hard for me to read. I will not name the fic or writer, because I have nothing against it and they didn’t actually do anything wrong. I actually love all the other works they have too. Also so there is no confusion, I am an autistic person and the meltdown is kinda based on some of my experiences, so once again please don’t read if this is something that makes you uncomfortable. Idk but this also feels like it could have another part. This is my first fic on tumblr so please be nice to me lmao.

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Sweaty and scared. That was all you felt as you sat, stuffed in the farthest corner from Hyunjin. You never once dared to look at the pissed off man who had been staring holes into you since the moment you came into this dreadfully tiny room. 

The door was locked shut from the outside and neither of you had a lick of network connection to contact anyone for help. You hated yourself for agreeing to speak to him alone. You thought he needed your help and technically it's your job to help the boys, but you'd accidently broken one of the rules your mentor Chan had set for you.

'Never spend any time with the boys alone'. You knew that if Chan found out about this he wouldn't be too mad at you, but it still made your heart beat aggressively in your chest. It was so loud you hoped Hyunjin couldn't hear it.

Hyunjin however, let out a deep frustrated sigh that heightens your senses farther to a point that was unhealthy and you buried your face deeper into your sweater paws. Your hoodie was covering your face and you pressed your upper body farther into your knees. You were hoping and praying that someone would come open the door so you could run off and cry in peace, but as of now you used all your willpower to keep your heavy tears in your burning eye sockets.

Even more frustratingly enough from Hyunjin's point of view this was another way of you being rude and ignoring him, so he spoke up.

"Even when it's just the two of us you're still gonna ignore me and not even look at me?" He said in a tone that caused your stomach to drop further. 

You slowly turned to look up at him, but you didn't dare to make eye contact with him.

"What? You gonna mock me by just staring at me like I'm dumb??" He asked in a sarcastic tone of voice.

You shake your head at him, but words did not make any move to exit your mouth and your lips quivered. You secretly cursed the 'higher' force that seemed to 'will' you to be non-verbal at the moment. "You can't speak or something???" He asked in a more agitated voice that only made it harder to try and at least form a gesture that could help your case.

You shake your head again and look away quickly, because you can feel the weight of your tears being too heavy for you to hide anymore. He rolls his eyes as he watches you turn your head away from him again. "I don't know why you're being such a stuck up bitch." He says before turning away from you as well.

"All the guys and I only just want to be nice to you and you insist on ignoring us and being an asshole." He finishes before slouching against the wall. He decided he'd just give up on you.

You however curled into a ball and slumped to the ground. A quiet, but audible broken sob left your mouth as your body began to shake constantly. The words he said hurt like hell, because you only ever tried to be good to him and the rest of the guys, but working while being autistic and having non-verbal spells that come at random never made anything easy for you.

What hurt the most though, was the fact that you've been in a situation like this before and it always made you feel less than human. It seemed like you were a waste of space and always caused problems to the people around you. It was as if you could never do anything right no matter how hard you tried. You wanted to run and hide so bad. 

Your cries made Hyunjin turn his head sharply and look at you in bamboozlement. "Are you crying?!" He asked in a whisper scream. Your body can only shake harder as you shake your head no rapidly, as if trying to convince yourself more than him. You try to open your mouth and say no, but the only thing that comes out is a broken sob yet again. Your body seems to only unravel from its fetal-like position as you hug yourself while rocking back and forth for comfort.

Hyunjin begins to panic and the weight of the words he had so carelessly thrown at you began to set in. He realized that what he said was rude and very insensitive of him.

"I- I'm sorry.. please just.." He trails off as his mind begins to race at the speed of light.

You stay a shaking anxious mess on the floor for a minute, before Hyunjin's body moves before his mind can stop him.

"I apologize Y/n please… just be okay.." He says in a shaky voice as he reaches out to you. He only ghosts his hand over your trembling head so as not to make your meltdown worse. 

It takes a while for you to calm down as Hyunjin sits next to you talking about random things, so you could just focus on his voice. He had come to the conclusion that you were having some kind of panic attack or meltdown so he opted to help you calm down before talking things out with you.

When you finally come too again, Hyunjin quiets down and looks at you with a concerned face. "Are you okay?" He asks you in a skittish voice as if the last thing he wanted to do was cause another meltdown for you.

You nod softly, "yes.." you shutter out. Your voice is hoarse and barely audible from all the hyperventilating.

He looks at you in surprise at the fact that this is basically your first time speaking to him. Then Hyunjin started to carefully go back through the encounters that caused him to think you were rude.

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"Hey guys." Chan greets as he walks into the practice room that everyone is currently in. "I want y'all to meet someone real quick. She's a friend and she's gonna be working for us for a while to get service hours for school." Chan says as a person walks from behind the door and waves quickly. She also made a point not to make eye contact with anyone, as she slowly made her way to stand behind Chan.

"Her name is Y/n and she can be a little quiet so don't mind her." Chan says on behalf of her. “She is going to be a helper of sorts. She’ll get us food, drinks, run errands, and do things like clean the practice room and sometimes the dorms.”

"Nice to meet you Y/n." All the guys say in unison with a quick bow. They smile and wave at you. You smile shyly and give another small wave, before shifting into a stiff bow and scurrying out the room as if it smelled bad.

'That was weird. She could have at least spoken back' Hyunjin thinks while side eyeing the place she had just been standing.

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From then on every Time you had to interact with one of the guys that wasn’t Chan, you were very very quiet. All of them would make small talk and you would only ever nod your head and/or gesture to get your point across. Sometimes on very rare occasions you would make a very small noise to indicate a response. After some time the guys got used to it and just accepted that you would not be speaking anytime soon and some of them found it endearing. As you were nice enough that it slipped their mind.

Hyunjin however saw you speak to Chan on multiple occasions and that didn’t sit well with him. He thought you had judged all the boys on the first time you met them and decided that they weren’t good enough to talk to. It seemed to him that you only talked to Chan, because he was the only reason you had the job.  

The moment that made his blood boil the most however was a couple of days ago. You came over earlier that day to clean the dorm per Chan’s request. After a few hours of cleaning and organizing, Chan offered that you stay and eat lunch with them. The thought had you terrified, but you didn’t wanna be rude by turning down the request. You agreed to stay, but you had no idea how to interact with any of the boys.

You sat in between Felix and Han as they yelled at the TV while playing video games. You were all squished up and you looked stiff and uncomfortable. Hyunjin was the first to notice and he tried to help you. “Y/n are you uncomfortable? You can come sit next to me.” He said while patting the seat next to him.

You quickly nodded and made your way over to sit by him. You sat as far away from him as possible and pulled your knees to your chest. “So, how have you been doing?” He asked, trying to make small talk with you. You however were terrified, because this wasn’t a ‘yes or no’ question that you could answer with a head nod. You sadly got so used to only having to nod and/or gesture, but you couldn’t do that this time. Your mind raced and at first you thought maybe just ignore him and act like you didn’t hear him. You knew that right now was not a moment you could speak and then the thought of ignoring him made you feel aggressively guilty. You turned to stare at Hyunjin with wide eyes and your mouth fell open, but nothing came out. “Y/n?” He asked after you hadn’t given him an answer for a while. “Are you going to answer?” He asked a little loud this time. All of the boys turned to look at you guys and you began to shake. All the eyes that seemed to be judging you and the annoyed look on Hyunjin’s face activated your fight or flight response.

You were quick to get up and give a rushed and frantic bow, before basically running out the front door leaving everyone confused. From Hyunjin’s point of view it was like every other time you had been ‘rude’ to him or one of the guys. That was the day he decided he had to speak to you. In a place where you had to answer him and could not ignore him.

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Though now that he looks at you on the floor. You didn’t look rude or stuck up right now. Heck now that he got out of his feelings and looked at you through a different lens, you looked scared, awkward, and like you felt out of place just like all the other times he had looked at you. Sometimes you looked ‘normal’, but you never looked mean. You just didn’t speak like other people he met. “Y/n?” He called out in a voice that you weren’t used to hearing from him.

He sounded calm and it made your heart rate slow down a tad bit, “Why don’t you speak to anyone, but Chan? I don’t mean to attack you, I’m genuinely curious, but after all the terrible things I’ve said I understand it you don’t wanna answer me.” Hyunjin spoke while looking at the wall opposite of you.

It took you a minute to collect your thoughts, but Hyunjin waited patiently while you sat up and turned your body to face him. You didn’t make eye contact, but you looked at his chest, “Sometimes I… cannot speak.. when I am… in stressful situations?” You said very very quietly. Your voice strained and stressed from all the hyperventilating and having not spoken in a while. Hyunjin however didn’t care. He leans in closed so that he can hear you perfectly. He was delighted that you were finally having a conversation with him. Especially after all the uncomfortable situations he now felt like he’d put you in. He nodded his head to show that he was listening to you whole-heartedily and you opened your mouth to continue, “Sometimes I just have non verbal moments even when I’m not stressed..” You say a little more clearly. 

“Oh.. that makes sense..” Hyunjin trails off as he feels even more terrible than before. His heart drops even farther now that he realizes that he caused you so much stress that you had a meltdown that lasted for almost 30 minutes. “I’m so fucking sorry. Please, you don’t have to forgive me, but just know that I am remorseful about how I made you feel. I didn’t know my actions caused you so much stress. Now that I think about it, they were absolutely disgusting.” He said so earnestly that it made your heart melt. No one had ever apologized for anything they’d done to you, except Chan and now Hyunjin.

“I.. forgive you… Hyunjin.” You say with a smile. His face lights up at the sound of his name coming out of your mouth, but more so at the fact you accepted his apology even though deep down he still felt like shit for what he had done. After you got used to being around Hyunjin, you guys fell into a little conversation about anything and everything. He tried making you laugh; he also didn't even care if you didn’t speak back sometimes. He was so happy you were finally comfortable enough to talk to him.

The time also seemed to pass faster and soon Chan made his way into the room. He had been looking for the both of you guys for a while. The other guys told him that y’all left together and he wasn’t too mad about it. He knew you off all people wouldn’t do anything stupid or out of pocket. Chan turned to look at you guys and he almost instantly knew what was going on.

He let out a little awkward laugh as he opened the door, “Did you force Y/n in a small room with you in the hopes of getting her to speak to you?” He said a tiny bit disappointed that he should have stumped any misconceptions about you, so that something like this wouldn’t happen. You giggled a little and hid your face in your hoodie-clad hands. Hyunjin’s face went red instantly and he started stuttering. “I- I didn’t.. W-well when you put it like that.. I- I just asked her?… Sorry..” He gives up trying to defend his case as if he had one anyways. Your giggles increased in volume and Chan began to laugh too. Hyunjin smiled at you glad he wasn’t causing you stress anymore.

Both of you guys stepped out of the tiny room and Chan spoke up again, “Y/n?” He looked at you for permission. You nod your head, “She has autism and I’m sure you know about her non verbal moments by now.” He said to Hyunjin who gave you a surprised and sorrowful look. You put your hands up in small gestures that indicate that all is well. “Once again.. I apologize Y/n. Can we still be friends?” He asked while holding out his hand for you to shake if you wanted to. You smiled and softly took his hand, giving a little shake. Chan smiles widely at you guys before you all retreat from the stuffy room.

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[liaromancewriter]

Day One (4/6)

Series Premise: What happened when Cassie met Sienna? Small moments that defined their friendship.

Book: Open Heart Characters: Cassie Valentine (F!MC), Sienna Trinh Rating/Category: Teen. Fluff. Words: 1,085

A/N: Submission for @choiceschallenge-may2023 prompt "bedroom"

Sienna Trinh knew she should ask for a life preserver when she was drowning. She had great friends and wasn’t lacking a supportive community. And therein lay the problem.

Her friends were brilliant.

Elijah was already on the fast track to becoming a renowned researcher. Aurora made practicing medicine look effortless. Jackie was likely the best chief resident the hospital had seen in years. Bryce was supremely confident and an excellent surgeon. Rafael was practically Superman.

And Cassie. Well, her best friend had graduated top of her class at Hopkins and, despite tough competition, maintained her spot as the number one intern. She had been doing double duty as an internal medicine resident and a junior diagnostics fellow for two years.

None of them struggled while studying for their board exams. They indulged her in group study – the cat café had been inspired. But they could’ve taken the exam the next day and passed it comfortably.

Sienna wasn’t sure she could say the same about herself. After her meltdown last week and the mix-up with her baking and medicine textbooks, she’d tried to follow everyone’s advice and just chill. But panic was setting in again, with the exam now only a few hours away.

She stared at her bedroom ceiling and blew her overlong bangs out of her eyes. She wanted to scream, but it was the middle of the night, and her roommates were asleep.

What made her think she could do this? Be a doctor? Maybe she should quit before she made a fool of herself.

The soft knock on her bedroom was so unexpected that Sienna gripped the comforter's edge and wondered if she could hide under the covers. An intruder wouldn’t knock, she thought with a mental shake. Her nerves really were on edge if her first thought was of intruders invading their apartment.

She shoved the covers aside, switched on a bedside lamp and padded across the floor to pull the door open a crack. The cobwebs cleared when she saw Cassie on the other side with a tray of cookies and milk.

“Hey,” Cassie whispered. “I had a feeling you’d be tossing and turning, so I come bearing gifts.”

Sienna beamed and swung open the door, stepping back to let Cassie inside.

“How’d you know?” she asked, closing the door and joining her on the bed.

They sat cross-legged on the covers facing each other, the snack tray in the middle. Sienna broke off the corner of a double chocolate cookie — her midnight indulgence — and nibbled, uncaring of the crumbs.

“You’ve been stressing about the boards for months,” Cassie told her. “I know you tried to rein it in this past week, but it can’t have been easy. Now with the test only a few hours away…”

Sienna twisted her lips wryly as Cassie shrugged.

She didn’t need to say the words. Her friend knew her well enough to suspect stress was never far behind. She was one of the few people who knew how much Sienna hated standardized tests and that she struggled with them.

“If it helps,” Cassie continued, “I’m stressed about it too, but I try not to show it. I’ve felt a target on my back since intern year and the rankings. Like, people are waiting for me to fail and do it spectacularly.”

Cassie sighed, polishing off her cookie and sipping milk, lost in thought.

“I’m not immune to the gossip about me, Si,” she said. “Some people believe I used Naveen’s cure to weasel my way onto the team over other worthy candidates. And others think Ethan deliberately goes easy on me. So, if I don’t do well—"

“Who cares what small-minded people think?” Sienna protested, brows furrowing. “And Dr. Ramsey is always hardest on you. Even when we were interns, he assigned you all the PITAs. I asked Zaid once if I could take one of them off your list. But he told me the orders had come straight from the top, so no substitutions.”

Cassie stared at her, amused and surprised. “Why did I not hear about this before?”

Sienna shrugged. “The point is, you earned it. I have zero doubts you’re gonna ace the test.”

“You know, I came to cheer you up, and I’ve made it about me,” Cassie said, tapping one finger against her lips, considering.

“I’m glad you did,” Sienna said. “It helps to know you have doubts just like I do. Sometimes, I look at you and wish I had the same self-confidence.”

Cassie made a distressed sound, but Sienna rushed through the rest, needing to get the words out.

“I was ready to quit in intern year,” she said. “I wasn’t exactly a great mentor to Mitch. I get too hung up on what others think of me. And when I compare myself to the Roomies, I’m not sure I measure up as a doctor in quite the same way.”

Cassie’s long and silent scrutiny made Sienna uncomfortable. She opened her mouth to change the subject, but her friend held up a hand to stop her.

“You’re an amazing doctor, Sienna, and always have been,” she insisted. “But being a doctor is not your identity, and never has been. You brought us together in this apartment to become a second family. You cheer each of us on. Feed us breakfast, packed lunches, and cookies.”

Cassie smiled. “You remember everyone’s birthdays and always buy the best gifts.”

Eyes swimming with tears at the heartfelt words, Sienna looked down when Cassie’s hand covered hers.

“As to medicine, I’ve never met a more compassionate and caring doctor like you, except for Ethan. The kids in the pediatrics ward would riot if you didn’t visit them daily. They can feel what we all know. That you’re the best of us. No matter what happens tomorrow, that will never change.”

Sienna wanted to speak, thank Cassie, but the lump in her throat wouldn’t let her talk. Tears fell unheeded down her cheeks. Her smile was watery as she squeezed Cassie’s hand in silent acknowledgment and gratitude.

Cassie took out her phone. “Now, because I know you, I will help you with last-minute exam prep. Hopefully, that’ll put your mind at ease. You know the drill.”

Sienna nodded and inwardly laughed as Cassie pulled up the browser app on her phone. She glimpsed the familiar logo of an exam prep website and took a deep breath.

“Ready, Dr. Trinh?” Cassie asked, lifting one eyebrow in challenge.

“Fire away, Dr. Valentine.”

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[lesbianincelsnape]

I had to cause to explain to a new group of people on Discord why I’m into Snape, and because I’ve never given my 101 on this blog either, I’m copying it over!

shoot, I think this means I have to start from pitching snape. the appeal is not always obvious

okay so... the thing about snape is that he totally fucked up his life, he's dumb, he screwed himself over in ways that he could never forgive himself for when he was 20 and never moved on

one of my favorite lines from him in a snapefic is when lupin or harry is asking him why he joined the death eaters and he says something like "they tolerated me" (my headcanon is a bit different but I agree that it was the only place he thought he could fit in at all)

I don't think he ever did anything for a compelling positive reason

and I think he never ever grew out of the adolescent thing where it's unthinkable to be emotionally genuine, to be okay to be embarrassed sometimes. And because his career was set by a powerful patron keeping him out of prison, he taught at the school he was bullied in, repeating the same behaviors, unable to feel powerful or liked

I think he is totally unwilling to e.g. dance

(I was totally unwilling to dance until I felt okay being a Silly Guy and he definitely never felt okay being a Silly Guy. being silly is wonderful if you're accepted, awful if you're in a hostile environment where you're trying to deflect mockery etc)

and similarly to never dancing, I think the thought of being genuine and potentially laughable in bed scares him so much that he never loosens up enough to have good sex in his whole life – he desexualizes the hell out of himself! once he admits to himself that he's a sexual being he has to reckon with how totally terrified and unprepared he is to seek what he wants with other people

some fanons think he gets laid like a regular person but I disagree

He's noxious and insecure

I do agree that he gets some student crushes because the coolness he performs is geared towards the adolescent stage of social competition

anyway I find this terror of sex and self-desexualization just as interesting and hot when he's a lesbian and convinced she's fundamentally unlike the women she's attracted to and they'll never like her back

hence the tumblr url

he did a u turn for the only really positive relationship he'd had and it was too little too late. the futility of that gesture really gets to me - five years after a friend breakup that was his fault, he's on his knees willing to give everything he's built up so far to try to save her life

and then he bullies her son for years! stupid!

(see also: “btw I think that Snape does know on some level that it’s despicable to bully children but rather than helping him not do it it just digs him deeper by causing him to identify more with his tormentors, whom he hates, which makes him hate himself, which makes him uninterested in improving his own life or actions”)

there's a ~300pg book titled "snape: the definitive reading" which contains one really good bit I'd never thought of before the author pointed it out

so Snape's first? words to Harry are "ah yes, our resident celebrity" and he never stops making digs about how Harry enjoys and benefits from his fame, which ofc Harry resents the fuck out of

It's so... (happy meltdown) fucked up and emotionally coherent...

he never fucking grew up! But he's also - intellectual, intelligent, capable of discipline and courage, and sacrifice for love. I fucking crave for him to be loved and supported so he can grow up

he has such a long way to go and I believe he could! and he never does, he dies without ever

he's like a personal growth white whale. As a writer I want to set him on that long way, kicking and screaming, in denial about how much he has to gain

#severus snape

[deanstead]

Pieces (11): i hate him

Chapter 11: i hate him

Chapter Summary: Y/N finally agrees to have dinner with Jay, but there’s a change of plans when Caleb shows up with a crying Chloe.

Word Count: 2,072

Warnings: mini meltdown

A/N: Some of you might want to kill me after this but I promise this is moving!!!!

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It had, of course, taken much longer than a week before Connor was willing to let you out of the hospital.

Chloe had done better than you’d expected during the time you were in the hospital, considering this was the first time that she’d been away from you for so long. According to Jay, she’d only had trouble the first night, but after that didn’t show any signs of not being able to sleep and of course, Jay and Will took turns bringing her in to see you as much as they could. You really couldn’t ask for anything more, when they were going above and beyond.

Everyone in the ED checked in on you often, Will topping the list right after Connor, but Connor was your doctor.

“You and Jay seeing each other?” Will asked, as he pushed open the door, ready to give you a lift back to your apartment where Chloe and Jay were already waiting.

You glanced up at him. “How long have you been trying to ask me that?”

Will laughed. “More than a week. It’s killing me, so I’m asking for the sake of my health.”

You rolled your eyes, as Will held out a hand for you to hold as you got to your feet.

“No, we’re not.” You paused as Will looked at you. “Well, not exactly.”

Will raised his eyebrows.

You sighed. “Will, do I really look like I’m in any state to talk about my love life?”

Will shrugged. “Y/N, I know my brother. He looks at you with puppy dog eyes. And I bet if you ask his unit, they’d probably would have had to beat his ass to get him to take furlough days. Before you, at least.”

You glanced up at Will. You knew all this. You knew. You just didn’t know what to do with all this information and all the emotions raging inside you.

“It’s not any of my business, but I think you’re good for each other.” Will told you.

“Yeah, I just…”

Will smiled. “That’s all I’ll say on the subject. You guys work it out.”

You just smiled back as Will helped you out so that you could head home to Chloe.

“Thanks, Will.”

Even after being discharged, it had taken at least another few weeks for you to get somewhat back on track.

But while you were out on medical leave, everyone looked in on you, even if it was just a call from Maggie or Natalie, Ethan sending you a text to check in, or Will and Connor offering to come to your place to check on you. Most of all, Jay looked in on you and Chloe regularly, whenever he could and it was starting to become borderline dangerous because you were starting to rely on him, a little too much for your liking, and the line you had so carefully drawn was starting to blur.

Jay would text when he was going to be away for a bit, or when they were caught up in a case and somehow you found yourself in a kind of weird schedule-like thing with Jay. You even found yourself talking to him about little things like getting Chloe to spend a little more time with Caleb

Jay liked it, the feeling like you’d let him into the little boundary that separated you and Chloe from the rest of the world, but he didn’t say anything directly like he was afraid to break the magic. Instead, he listened and he encouraged, he let you talk through things, but didn’t push you to say more or try to direct you to make a decision. Which was probably the only reason why you didn’t push him back out.

By the time you went back to work, welcomed warmly by your Med family, you knew you’d pushed off the Caleb thing for too long so you’d called him.

Caleb agreed to start in small steps so you’d gradually started letting Chloe spend afternoons with him, to build up to a weekend or two. Chloe seemed mostly okay, she’d tell you about what Caleb had taken her to do, she’d ask if you could go with her next time, but she never mentioned Vivian.

You didn’t want to touch it with a ten foot pole, and you thought you wouldn’t need to until the weekend that Chloe was supposed to spend the night at Caleb’s.

You put in the idea to Chloe, and Chloe had seemed okay with trying out staying one night at her father’s, so you’d called Jay and asked him if his offer for dinner out was still on the table.

You could hear the switch in his voice, the slight disbelief before he agreed enthusiastically and told you he’d pick you up at 6. You could even almost see the light in his bright green eyes although he wasn’t standing in front of you.

You just wanted to thank him for everything, although there was literally nothing you could do that could even begin to thank him for everything he’d done for you and Chloe. And the moment the thought had crossed your mind, you were already calling him, like there was a part of your brain that was afraid you’d back out of it.

But you didn’t.

In fact, you were kind of looking forward to it, until your doorbell rang.

You glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. Jay was way too early.

But when you opened the door, it was to Caleb and a sobbing Chloe.

“What’s going on?” You asked, as Chloe practically yanked her hand roughly out of her father's and dived for you.

Caleb shook his head. “She won’t even tell me, she just won’t stop crying and insisting she wants to come home to you. So I brought her back.”

Caleb put his hands up in exasperation and you rolled your eyes. “Whole world’s on your side.” He commented before he left.

You could throttle him, honestly, but you really didn’t have time to fight with him now. You picked Chloe up into your arms, taking her bag and putting it in the corner before you voice dialed Jay’s number to tell him that you had to reschedule.

It took you another half an hour of walking around the house with Chloe still perched in your arms before she would stop crying.

You put her in your lap. “Alright, can you talk to me now?” You looked at her, wiping off the residue of tears on her face. “Did something happen?”

Chloe put her face back into your chest and you exhaled, patting her back gently. “Come on, Chloe, you tell me everything right?”

There was a pause before she pulled herself back up to look at you.

“I don’t wanna go to Daddy’s anymore.” Chloe declared.

“Why not, sweetie? I thought things were getting better?” You asked gently.

Chloe shook her head. “I hate him.”

The three words hit you right in your chest but you swallowed the lump in your throat.

“No, you don’t. Remember what we talked about? We can be angry at each other but we can’t hate each other, right?”

Chloe shook her head more vigorously this time. “No. Daddy only wants her.”

You felt your heart sink because you couldn’t even refute it.

“She asked me to call her Mom.” Chloe said in a small voice.

Your eyes flicked over to Chloe’s, glad she’d inherited your eyes. “What?” You asked.

“I didn’t, Mom, I didn’t.” Chloe said, like she was afraid you were going to get angry.

You smiled, “It’s okay, Chloe.” You pulled her up towards you again. “What else?”

“She got mad. And she closed the door. She wouldn’t let me in.” Chloe’s voice shook again now.

You frowned. “Did you mean out? She wouldn’t let you out?”

Chloe looked up and shook her head. “In, Mom. She wouldn’t let me go in from the garden.”

There was a wave of white hot rage you felt wash over you when you realized what Chloe was telling you. That a four year old wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of calling her a title she didn’t deserve, so Vivian had left your baby outside the house. A house that was more Chloe’s than hers. A four year old.

If Caleb had stuck around, you weren’t sure you’d have been able to keep your cool. But what came after was worse, as the anger ebbed away and you felt pain. The hurt that was probably ten times what Chloe’s mind could come up with, the guilt that you couldn’t protect your own daughter from sharing in your pain. This was your war, and they’d dragged her right into the middle of it.

You took a deep breath, making sure your voice didn’t shake. “Does Daddy know?”

Chloe nodded. “Daddy let me in but I didn’t wanna stay.”

You smiled. “That’s perfectly okay. You don’t have to be anywhere you don’t want to be, okay?”

You pressed a kiss onto your daughter’s forehead and hugged her towards you again so she wouldn’t see the tears that you could no longer control flow down your face.

You’d finally managed to put Chloe to sleep in her bed and you made your way back outside, sinking into your couch.

Now, you felt the mix of emotions rise up within you and you didn’t even tense up or hold back, letting the tears fall quietly as you sat alone in the quiet apartment.

Before Chloe had fallen asleep, she’d asked you what the word ‘burden’ meant and you’d frozen, staring at her like you couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Which was when you found out that she’d picked up the word at her father’s. Probably not even today.

You didn’t know the context but from what Chloe was able to tell you, you were able to put together enough.

The anger mixed together with the guilt of not being able to protect your daughter, or rather the fact that you had to even think about protecting your daughter when all you were doing was sending her off to spend a night with her father, was overwhelming. You had to grit your teeth to stop from making loud sobs in case you woke Chloe.

Then, there was the guilt that while your daughter was probably crying her eyes out from being locked out of a house and being called a burden, all you had been thinking of was yourself.

Just as you felt like you were drowning, there was a soft rap at the door. You frowned but wiped away the tears and went to answer it.

“Jay, what are you…”

“You okay?” Jay asked, frowning.

You shook your head. “I told you, I can’t do this today. Not now, not today.”

You closed your eyes as the tone of your voice echoed back at you.

“Not today or not ever?” Jay asked, his voice still calm but his eyes were unreadable.

“Not now.” You repeated.

Jay stopped you from closing the door with his foot. “Y/N, I’m not an idiot. I can tell you’ve been crying, Chloe was wailing over the phone when you called me just now. Talk to me.”

You glared at him. You were in no mood, you couldn’t handle him or anyone right now.

“No, Jay. Not now. Not today.”

Jay stared back at you. “You don’t have to do this all by yourself. You don’t have to do everything by yourself!”

You glanced inwards, afraid Jay’s voice might have woken Chloe up before you glared at him again.

“I can’t read you. Y/N, do you trust me or not? Some days you do, some days I run into a freaking wall.” Jay said, and you could hear the exasperation in his voice.

“Jay, I told you I can’t do this now. She’s my daughter, and I do have to do this alone.” You weren’t glaring at him any longer but your voice was firm.

“Fine.” Jay said, his voice low now before he turned to leave.

You shut the door quietly behind you, the image of Jay walking away without so much as a glance back burned into your eyelids, the image of him stalking away like he was done and you crumpled onto the floor, in the middle of your apartment, the quiet sobs racking your body.

They all leave. All of them.

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[ellievickstar]

Climbing Out (Chapter 3)

A/N: Hello loves <3 This series has received so much love and I am so grateful for all of you I love you guys so much I hope you enjoy this chapter.

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Requested? No. Inspired? Yes! This series is inspired by Just Another Stereotype but the storyline is slightly different.

I stayed in my room for the rest of the night. I didn’t want to speak to anyone, to know the effect of what I had done, what I had said. A soft knock on my door as dawn approached interrupted my racing thoughts. I took my time to open the door, dreading whoever may be on the other side of it. I opened the door and brilliant hazel eyes met mine.

Azriel.

The shadow singer looked at me without sympathy as he studied my still tear-stricken face. “You overreacted,” He deadpanned. I froze. Overreacted? How dare he! “I don’t think you-,” “You shouldn’t have faulted Feyre like that, she is healing, the only reason for you to ever react that way was if something happened to you,” He cut me off. I looked at him, anger was roiling in my veins as I clenched my fist at my side, oh how I wanted to punch that look of his stupidly good-looking face.

“I don’t think it’s any of your business what happened to me, you have no idea how I have suffered and you don’t get to-,” Again he didn’t let me finish. “What? Someone told you your dress wasn’t pretty? Did poor you have a meltdown because you couldn’t handle the attention?” He mocked as he raised his voice a few pitches to impersonate me. “I’m Y/N and I am a spoiled brat who likes to be the victim so that other people can’t heal from their own wounds,” The words stabbed me like a knife in my heart and my anger escaped its leash as I slapped him. I barely registered what I was doing until a red handprint was already across his face.

“I have my own experiences,” I breathed. “And you do not get to judge me because you don’t know about them, you do not get a say in how I react because I’m different from you or Feyre,” My gaze shifted to his eyes as I met his burning gaze. Then it snapped.

Like a tether that was just merely nothing moments ago, the bond thrummed to life. But he had no reaction. Just me the, I realised. Mother was cruel after all. I slammed the door in his face before my shadows worked to sound proof the room, my magic shielded me, trapping all air as I screamed. The floorboards beneath me broke as I let out all my anger and frustration into that small space I had sectioned off for myself. Azriel….my mate, my equal, my enemy.

Azriel POV:

As the door slammed in my face I heard a scoff from behind me. I turned to see Cassian leaning on a wall in the hallway

“You love her so you insult her?” He asked, eyebrows raising. But as I looked at the closed door, I replayed that moment when she looked at me when gnat bond thrummed to life, as now I had to fight off every instinct to barge through the door and claim her as mine. My mate. However, a wave of fury and sorrow crashed into me through the bond. It was her. Her mental shields must have come down in her break down but I heard nothing from her room.

Enemy, enemy, enemy, mate is enemy. The words thrummed and echoed, repeated as it chorused again and again. She knew, that we were mates, but what I had said to her, she would never forgive me. I had wanted to scare her away knowing I would never be enough for her, but she was my mate. And I had made her hate me.

The image of her hurt expression as I mocked her — mocked her dammit — for her experience that she never shared, probably could not bring herself to. There was nothing I could do but keep the facade, to not seem like I only changed because of the bond. I could only make her hate me now.

Y/N POV:

The day became progressively awkward as the inner circle looked at me with some kind of pity, even Amren when she heard what had happened. Nuala and Cerriddwen were awfully quiet as they dressed me.

We were all waiting on the reply of the Mortal Queens, I hadn’t bothered to go see my sisters, when Azriel decided to annoy the ever-loving hell out of me.

He was in charge of training me since Cassian was busy with Feyre. I lunged at him, dagger in my hand. He dodge, a sweep of his feet. I almost stumbled. Almost. With a growl I attacked his side that was left unprotected and pinned the bastard to the ground.

“I win,” I panted as I held a dagger to his throat. He snarled and in a flash I was beneath him, his sword pressed against my gut. Terror roiled in my veins at the reminders of how Amarantha had killed me but I swallowed the bile that rose up my throat. “Never leave your guard down, princess,” He smirked as he got off of me. In my anger I flung a dagger straight at him, he caught it mere seconds from reaching his chest.

Hissing at him I disappeared into shadow as I reappeared behind him, my dagger at his throat. His eyes widened.

“How many god damned powers do you have!?” He complained before seizing my wrist twisting as he disarmed me and flipped us around so he could pin me to a wall.

“You can’t do that in a battle field, there are no walls,” I remarked as I struggled against his iron-like grip. “No, but there is plenty of ground,” He grinned before he let me go. I had lost, again. Storming off the training ring I almost didn’t hear Feyre as she called for me. “We’re leaving to meet the mortal queens in a hour,” This would be fun. I smiled wickedly to myself as I entered my room, and decided what kind of dress would horrify Nesta and Elain the most.

A/N: Surprise surprise bitches she can winnow (not yet but like she can it’s like a Feyre kinda situation)

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