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rggie · 2 years

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< event m.list┆when they spoil you

characters: idia, leona, vil

details: gn!reader / sfw, established relationship

idia shroud has madol to spare.

seriously. he has loads lying in his bank account, untouched. all he uses it for is games, merchandise, figurines and a plethora of charities he repeatedly saw ads for and couldn’t click off. he’s subscribed to so many things over the years, half of the time he doesn’t even know what his phone is billing him for. not that it really matters. to say there was ample room for him to spend more would be an understatement, but he had nothing (correction, nobody) at all to spend it on.

at least, until he met you.

he’s (regrettably) played enough dating sims and watched enough shoujo romances to know about the different love languages. personally, he adores words of affirmation, lapping up your praise like some sort of starved kitten. (his ego is skyrocketing and it’s all your fault) but gift giving? now that’s his guilty pleasure. it’s quick, easy and an often wordless exchange, which was good for him! the less verbal mush he has to say, the better.

it starts off simple, just idia logging on to do your dailies whenever you’re busy. then, he’s buying you the monthly battle pass. and then, it’s the overpriced skin for a character you didn’t even care much for in the first place. before you know it, you’re that couple, notorious on video games… you know, the annoying ones with matching avatars and bios, with all the unnecessary assets that were locked behind a paywall. oh, the irony of it all. he used to hate those types!

you logged him into you favourite shopping apps, so if there’s something on your wishlist that exceeds your budget on a shopping spree, he’ll take care of it before you get the chance. every time you joke about him being your sugar daddy, (which is not true. he doesn’t even buy you things that often!) he says he’ll block you on everything. he never goes through with it, though.

idia is too shy to admit it, but there’s a small part of him that wishes to gift give more, solely because of your reaction — he can’t help it, the surprised pikachu-like expression and the way you throw your arms around him when he surprises you with something you’ve been eyeing gives him a serotonin boost! he’ll be giddy, practically hyper for the rest of the day, as though he’s on a sugar-rush… his brain just goes into overdrive and all he can think about is how he wants to hit replay and have you do it again over and over and over. he’s so touch starved.

you’re his first everything, so who can blame him for treating you? he still thinks you’re leagues ahead of him. so he’s not doing it to be cocky or make you feel guilty, he does it because the three words he tries so hard to say refuse to fall from his lips. his throat dries and his hands get clammy and his brain fails to form coherent thoughts whenever he attempts to tell you in person — but if you look closer, you’d find that it’s already been conveyed through his gifts: a non-verbal ‘i care about you’, ‘i want you to be happy’ and of course, ‘i love you.’

leona kingscholar is no stranger to expensive gifts.

being a prince, he’s had suitors from far and wide travel to present him with lavish things — and yet, he can only say a select few had no ulterior motive. thus, receiving gifts is something he brushes off quite easily.

when you shower him with the very thing he avoids, he doesn’t know what to make of it. do you want something from him? is that why you’re dating him? the worst part is he doesn’t voice his concerns at all, feigning indifference until ruggie pokes his nose into his business. “leona, what have you ever gotten for them?”

nothing. he’s gotten you nothing. he takes, takes, takes, and you’ve asked for nothing in return. not once has asked you if you wanted anything, too caught up in his own negativity — fuck. he’s not too good at this whole ‘boyfriend’ thing. leona realises that you’re not giving gifts because you want something out of him, you’re doing it because you love him, and simply want to see him happy.

very abruptly, he’s asking you about things you’ve had your eye on. wristwatches that are just wayyy too expensive for a regular student, or newly-released branded shoes that you know you can’t afford till they go on sale. you never really know if leona’s listening to your absent-minded rambles, so you pay no mind to his sudden curiosity. he’s always said he likes the sound of your voice, so you keep on talking.

“anything you’ve got your eye on?” he’s lounging on your thighs, eyes closed as you lace your fingers through his hair. “other than you?”

he glares at you. you laugh before responding properly, and he listens attentively (he always has) because he’s irritatingly enamoured (he always will be)

leona can tell when you get excited, ears twitching with the intonations of your voice, “there were these headphones i liked, and oh! also these sliders (…)” your candid response is almost amusing. you’re oblivious, completely unbeknownst to the wishlist in leona’s head that seems to grow longer, and longer, and longer…

your birthday this year will be a big one.

vil schoenheit ‘unintentionally’ spoils you.

like leona, vil has been recipient of gifts since the start of his career. whether it’s brand deals or romantic advancements, it’s all the same to him. that doesn’t mean the notion isn’t sweet!! and if it’s you gifting him something, it’s all the more sweeter.

that said, he makes sure to remind you that he doesn’t require gifts. your relationship is bolstered by the genuine trust you have in each other, so he doesn’t need flowery grand gestures — not that he won’t accept them, because he will! — but he’d rather not have you splurge on him when you still have a future to focus on. being goal driven himself, he’d rather you not get carried away.

“just focus on yourself. be selfish.” he tells you, but he struggles to do that himself.

okay, he doesn’t necessarily give you gifts. he just so happens to have things lying around that he doesn’t need anymore. shoes from partnerships he didn’t like, jewellery that’ll suit you better, or clothes that are so not his style are all sent straight to you. he has a surplus of things he doesn’t use, so why not give it away to someone who’d make better use of it? it’s not intentional or anything.

“stay still.” he’s got you sitting in his vanity chair as he kneels on the ground, knuckles grazing your skin as he fastens the clasp of a silver bracelet on your wrist. “vil, when did you buy this?”

“i didn’t. it was free. magicam promo.” that’s what he claims, but you know better. of course you do, when you were the one sitting across from him one week ago as he mulled over purchasing the exact same thing.

so maybe he’s a liar. he does spoil you. he does it all the time. but his school performance hasn’t been hindered, and neither has yours, so… just let him carry on.

#event・recently deleted 🗑#they’re not sugar daddies #just rich kids (derogatory)#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst imagines #vil schoenheit x reader #twst hcs #twst fic #vil x reader #idia shroud x reader #idia x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #leona x reader #🐾・/ rggie twst

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stayandot8 · 3 months

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Heart and Seoul

Genre: tooth-aching fluff

Relationship type: married nonidol!Chan x fem reader

Important Contents: thank you the request friend :) I immediately got an idea when you sent this to me and I'm sorry it took so long to write. I hope you like it.

request can be seen here.

WC: 1.8k

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Hubby: Guess what I got???

A picture arrived a second later of three plane tickets, all with the same destination: Seoul, South Korea. A flash of shock hit me and my fingers worked faster than my brain could process.

“Isn’t it awesome?! My parents helped pay for them so don’t worry, I didn’t spend too much money. Well, not yet anyways. I’m going to buy a snow suit for Celeste because she’s never seen snow before and she’ll want to play in it because if she’s anything like me but that’s beside the point!” Chris was so excited and when he was excited, he rambled about everything and anything. A change that occurred after he became a dad, but a welcome one at that. Getting him to share his feelings wasn’t too too hard when I came along, but ever since his daughter was born, he was a babbling mess. A good change, really. After five years, he’d really mellowed out with her safety. She had too many clothes to begin with with the overexcitement of her arrival from her uncles, but now she was down to only a few new outfits a week, and now he at least acted like he was thinking about it when he changed his mind from a ‘no’ to a ‘yes’. He couldn’t deny his little girl anything.

“Chris, she has snow clothes. Her grandmother bought some for her the last time we went to Korea in the winter just in case it snowed, which she’s still upset about.”

“I know, the weather app is stupid, they never know anything.”

“Chris! She has enough clothes! We’re going to have to give her our master closet if you keep buying her more things!” He was quiet to this, like he was actually thinking about the logistics of it. “Babe, she’s not getting our closet.”

“I know!”

“You were thinking about it though.”

“...Maybe. Then I was thinking about everything else I could buy her with all that room.”

“Chris…” I said warningly.

“I’m done, I’m done. She’s not getting our closet.”

“Good.”

“But she is getting a snow suit. Okay, love you, bye!” I clutched my phone as he hung up, shaking my head and wondering where in the world he was going to put one more thing she didn’t need. It wasn’t like he was buying nonsense, it was just that he couldn’t tell her no if she really wanted something. He was a good dad like that.

Me: Christmas with the uncles sounds good :)

Hubby: Start packing. We leave in three days :)

Me: Won’t mom be upset we won’t be in Sydney for the holiday?

Hubby: My mom will be fine, she’s used to holidays without me.

Me: Don’t remind me

Hubby: It’s yours we have to worry about.

It was true, I was worried that my mother would be upset about a holiday without her grandchild. She loved them more than anything, cherished her truly. The more I thought about it, the worse I felt about it.

Hubby: We’ll tell her together. We’re adults now, we can choose to spend the holidays wherever we like.

Always reading my mind, my husband.

The front door opened and shut, letting in the Sydney breeze along with it and a head of dark hair waltzed right in. Heading straight for the fridge, she reached for a small bag of apple slices just out of her reach.

“Mommy!”

“Yes, baby, do you need some help?” I was already off my stool at the kitchen island and heading towards her.

“Yes please!” She turned her shining eyes towards me, just as warm and comforting as her father’s. Her smile pushed her round cheeks upwards toward her eyes, just like his. Chan said she had my nose and he was more thankful for that than anything. He hated his nose.

She was still reaching for the bag, knocking a bottle of water to the floor. “Whoops! I’ll get it Mommy.”

“Oh thank you Cece, that was very helpful of you.” She loved hearing these things, loved hearing how she helped someone. Anyone. More of her father’s features shining through, she just loved to help in any way she could. I opened the bag and handed it to her. “There you go, baby .Do you want to watch some TV before your grandmas and grandpas come over for dinner?”

Once in a while, all the grandparents came over for dinner to spend time with the three of us. They wanted to see their Cece before all the holiday craziness came and they had to get busy with everything else that came with the holidays.

With the house smelling like grilled meat and rice, the doorbell rang like chimes in the wind, a touch from Chris when we bought the house. Cece ran to the door, yelling “I got it, I got it!” She opened the door to both sets of grandparents flinging their arms wide open at the sight of her at the door, her red sparkly dress swinging as she lept for them. They hugged her, bags swinging from their arms as all four of them came around her.

I was luckier than most with my in-laws. They had welcomed me with the most open of arms into their family and made me feel like a part of the family, like they had always been there just waiting for me. My parents got along with them, his mother bonding with mine over their love of plants and house decor. Our fathers got along with sports, the only issue ever being who was paying for the wedding (they both wanted to pay for it). They loved me and I loved them. I knew this situation wasn’t common, so I cherished it whenever they all came together.

“Cece, are you going to let them come in?” I laughed while they hugged her, knowing they wouldn't let go until she did.

“Oh, it’s fine, she’s fine.” Chris’s mom said while the others were putting their belongings in the hall closet. She picked up her favorite grandchild and held her until she arrived in the living room with all her toys neatly stacked. Celeste had a habit that she picked up from her father of finding joy in organization. It had to come from him because it definitely did not come from me.

As the other grandparents gathered around Cece on the floor, my dad followed me out the back door to find Chris hard at work grilling. They hugged and we watched Chris grill.

“How’s the producing business, Chris?” Neither took their eyes off the meat.

“It’s good! Keeps me busy, but I get to meet celebrities so it has it’s perks. And the company is still good with letting me off for time with Cece. So I can’t complain.”

“That’s because you still work on your days off. I still haven’t been able to stop him.”

I sighed and gave Chan’s back a reproachful look. My dad chuckled.

“Honey, you haven’t been able to stop him from working since you started dating. Remember Valentine’s Day a couple years ago?”

“Hey!” Chan finally turned around, mouth open in mock shock. “You said you were okay! You know how hard it was to get Tiger JK to actually sit down and work with me.”

“I do! And I’m still proud you managed to get it done in time.” I smiled and took his free hand that wasn’t holding a giant pair of tongs. “That doesn’t mean I can’t be a little salty that you had to miss our second Valentines together.” His eyes squinted.

“And have I made it up to you every year since?” He cocked his eyebrow.

“I need a beer! Anybody else?” My dad quickly jumped up to head back inside for said refreshment. I shot Chan a smirk.

“Was that necessary?”

“Hey, he could’ve done the math. Cece was born in November.” I rolled my eyes. His tone suddenly got serious. “Do you want to tell them now or after we eat?”

“After. Let them enjoy their time with her now.”

“You what?!”

The plates were cleared, Cece was passed out on the couch watching her favorite show, and the news had just come out. My mother, ever the drama queen, was fanning herself from the news. My father was helping her, if only to save himself the pain of a scolding from her later.

“Well, they’re adults now, honey. They can do what they like.”

“But they’re taking her for the holidays too, Richard. Did you think about that?”

“Yes I did. They’ll be fine, they’ll be back afterwards.”

“And besides,” Chan’s mom interjected. “You can spend it with us! We can get wine-drunk and celebrate Christmas ourselves without the kids.”

Chris grabbed my hand and intertwined our fingers. My mother just watched us smile at each other.

“We miss Korea, mom. And Christmas is such a wonderful time of year, I just think this year we want to spend it differently. We’ll pick you up some of your favorite face cream while we’re there, too.”

“So the trip won’t be a total waste for you!” Chris tried to placate her, but her face remained unchanged. “Alright Mom, what about this: when we get back, you guys can have Celeste for a whole weekend, just her and you.” She perked up at that.

“Friday to Monday?”

“You can even bring her back Monday night.” Chris, ever the diplomat. A rush of pride went through me. My mom thought about it for a moment.

“Deal.”

Chris’s dad piped in.

“What about us?!”

Celeste did really well for her first plane ride. We arrived at the Incheon Airport around noon, but we didn’t know what awaited us outside until we stepped outside to our car waiting to take us to our hotel. Driven by Hyunjin with a passenger seat occupied by Felix, they waved us over before climbing out of the car to fling their arms open for Celeste, who stopped halfway to them, noticing the white fluff all around.

“Daddy, what’s that?” she asked, her voice dripping in wonder. Her eyes shining with pure curiosity, she ignored her uncle’s waiting arms to hold her arms out to catch the falling flakes. They disappeared as quickly as they had landed in her hand, but that didn’t stop her from trying to catch all of the snowflakes in her immediate vicinity. She jumped and reached, trying to reach the clouds they were falling from. This insanely cute action was met with laughter from all angles, and before she knew it, she was hoisted into the air by her uncle to get a closer look.

Chris and I stood by and let them catch up and enjoy the cold.

“She’s so cute. She takes after you, you know.” I placed a hand on my stomach.

“I dunno. Maybe this one will be just as cute.”

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mywrittengartgallery · 1 year

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PEDRI - Toute première fois

Words : 1,4k

Warning : Fluff / mature theme

Summary : You were ready to reach a new step in your relationship with Pedri

☁️

“Why do you have so many hoodies anyway ?” you asked as you threw yourself on Pedri’s bed, taking his pillow from under him. A whine escaped him before he grabbed it back.

“Maybe because you keep stealing them?” he said with a sarcastic tone. You only laughed at that.

“I do that because you have too many, I’m actually doing you a favor!” Pedri could only roll his eyes at that and went back to his phone, probably scrolling on instagram or twitter. You hoped it was the first one because the blue app could be quite harsh on people, especially on football players. You would hate it if he were to read mean things from people who wouldn’t be able to do a quarter of what he does. However your worries were pushed aside when you saw him showing you his phone: he was on instagram, enjoying cute videos of small puppies and was apparently delighted with this one where the small white ball of fur was scared of its own reflection. His eyes formed their usual creases on the side, the ones that would appear when he smiled, and a soft laugh could be heard. Why was he so adorable? You mirrored his grin and got closer.

His eyes were fixated on you, taking in every ounce of your face. He was intense, his gaze was intense, his entire personality was intense and that made you feel weird. Not in a bad way, but still, you never knew what to do apart from blushing, which was exactly what was beginning to happen. So, while avoiding any eye contact, you pulled your hood, well his hood, up and hid your cheeks in the soft fabric.

“Don’t do that.” he whispered while trying to remove the hood. Yet, you tried to resist, holding it tight with both of your hands. The small game lasted for about twenty seconds before he gave up and resumed his previous activity: looking at you with his intense gaze which was so destabilizing.

“I forgive you though” he said, twisting the white strap of your hoodie around his finger. You finally met his eyes, a confused look on your face. “For stealing them... You look pretty cute in them.” And it was back, the hot red hue on your cheeks and probably at the tip of your ears. It was not the biggest compliment you’ve had ever received, especially from him, and it was one that could be pretty common in your relationship, but tonight, it wasn’t the same. This one was pure, directly taken out of his heart and you could feel it, from the way his gaze had softened when the words had left his mouth and the way he had brought his head closer to yours. This boy, he had you wrapped around his finger. That’s why you kissed him: a soft peck that didn’t last, practically shy, but meaningful.

However, the young athlete had other plans. He delicately placed his hand on your face, cupping your cheek while he initiated another kiss. This one was a little deeper, overflowed with tenderness and a warmth that would heat up the current winter weather. A small grin appeared on your lips as you let yourself being guided in it. Seconds passed and your bodies were now pressed together, your hand sliding under his T-shirt, finding some sort of grounding against his soft skin. You couldn’t resist the urge to make your fingers dance against his side: you were using your finger tips, grazing them, your touch feather like. A shiver ran down his spine as you felt him laugh in the kiss. He broke the loving gesture to look at you, his eyes sparkling, weirdly again and you felt a a type of good nervousness forming in your stomach. It was something different than the butterflies he was used to give you. No, it was denser, fuller and expectant this time. You couldn’t think about it, and even though some sort of ideas had crossed your mind, you weren’t able to really dig into them because Pedri nuzzled your nose, trying to catch your attention. You looked up, awaiting.

“Y/N...” he sighed. You nodded, the atmosphere had shifted. “I know that, well, that...” he gulped as if it helped easing his nerves, which only added to your own. “Well, I’m your first real boyfriend.” again, you nodded. It was true, you had had flirts before, in high school, even at the beginning of university, mostly from parties, and most of them weren’t serious or you would only find yourself disappointed. The only time it had been bound to lead to something meaningful, the pandemic happened, forcing you into confinements and it’s like the guy had disappeared. Then, the crisis had went on and blocked all of your chances to find love. Until Pedri. And Pedri, he was nothing like the guys you had met before.

“I want to keep your pace, I mean... I care, I just-” he was stuttering like crazy so you did what you thought was the right thing to do; you interrupted him.

“I’m ready, Pedri. I think.”

“Are you sure ?” his voice was soft, and that made you melt because this boy was everything you could have asked for. You had placed all your trust on him and more. So if anything, he was the perfect person to be with during your life changing events.

“Yes Pedro!” you stated confidently. “I am.”

“I can wait...” he murmured but you placed a simple peck on his lips.

“I know.” you mimicked him by murmuring close to his ear. “I know because you’ve waited for months, for me.” another soft peck was pressed against his lips. “I’ve never felt pressured, or rushed or like I was not enough.” you got closer. “I know you can wait, but I’m not sure I want it...” you finally said, avoiding his eyes as a deep red colored your cheeks.

He nodded, and that’s all it took for you to kiss him passionately, giving your soul into the moment. It began with a simple make out session, you knew how to handle that, what it was like. You had had many of them with Pedri, many where you even had the entire lead, so you exactly knew what to do. However, after some times, Pedri gently took the lead as he toppled you on your back, a hand behind your neck. And the work began: he slowly undressed you, taking the time to admire you, moving tenderly and taking steps after steps while making sure you were okay with everything.

“You can tell me if you want to stop, alright ? Anytime.” he said seriously, meeting your gaze with such fondness. You could cry with the amount of love you felt. So you lightly nodded and brought your hands around his neck, mixing your breath with his.

It hurt, it sure did, but it wasn’t entirely bad. Actually, there wasn’t just pain, there were other sensations that were new to you. The feeling of his feverish skin against yours, the goosebumps that would electrify your body, his muscles flexing under your hands, the soft pantings. It was so intimate, just between him and you. And, even though you couldn’t a hundred percent relax, you still enjoyed it.

A shy wave of pleasure washed through you as Pedri was trying not to go too fast, not wanting to make it uncomfortable for you: you were oversensitive now. Not long after, he finally finished and dropped on top of you, sighing near your ear. You were drained, but still found it in you to wrap your armes around him, pressing your nose in his hair, taking in the soft scent of his shampoo. He hummed in contentment, his eyes closing. You looked around the room: your clothes had been dumped at the foot of his bed in a messy lump, and that made you blush. A picture of the two of you laughing was sticked on the wall, just above his desk, next to all the pink post-its you would leave in his room to tell him you loved him. Then your eyes went to the window, it was night and the streetlights reflected on the glass of the window but something caught your attention. Small white drops were slowly falling and you couldn’t believe it.

“Pedri!” you said excitedly. He hummed and you smiled calming yourself, that was the effect he had on you. “It snows” and he propped his head on your chest, checking his window. You could see his dark orbs sparkling, you loved it.

“It’s not near as beautiful as you” and you laughed, this man was crazy.

☁️

I hope you liked it! English isn’t my first language so I hope I didn’t make too many mistakes!

Don’t be shy and tell me what you thought of it.

PS: This was obviously protected sex, and IT IS REALLY IMPORTANT!! Kids, make sure to go out fully covered!

#pedri #pedri imagine #pedri fic #barca #fcb #la liga #spanish nt #gavi #football fanfic #scenarios #fluff #football imagines #pedro gonzalez #barcelona

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astranva · 2 years

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Glimpse of Us.

Word Count: 1.7k

Category: pure angst

Warning: swear language

Summary: After creating Glimpse of Us about his ex, Harry wasn’t ready for the song to get leaked and reach the one person he can’t get over.

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In a perfect universe, artists, and especially writers–whether it’s those who write songs or novels–wrote from evergreen inspiration. They wrote about love, about heartbreak and pain, with the latter not being out of experience, but rather some empty prompts their brain provided them with.

But the universe wasn’t perfect–it was real.

As a songwriter, Harry was attentive to all that was around him; his friends’ heartbreak, the love he had, and the love he let go of for all the wrong reasons.

Glimpse of Us was a personal creation. He could say he had one too many drinks while making it even–in fact, Harry couldn’t remember the entire creation process because if he wasn’t drunk, then his memory was too fogged up to even recall the breakfast he had a day ago.

Harry had tried.

Only 2 months after your breakup, he had tried to move on. He went on dates, even tried to reciprocate some flirty conversations a few people had always been trying to pursue; ones he never batted an eye towards when you were together. But you were no longer there; no longer his to hold, no longer his to love up close–only from afar.

It was Olivia who was there with him, knowing the ins and outs of his relationship with you and most importantly, your breakup. She was there, trying to be everything you were and trying to fill the void that your absence had created in not just Harry’s heart, but life. She tried.

In the grand scheme of things, Olivia wasn’t the villain in yours and Harry’s story and Harry hated that, because he knew that if there was anyone to blame, it was himself.

“Do you think trying things out with Olivia will make you feel better?” Sarah had asked him one day, “Do you think it’s fair on-on all of you? On you? Y/N? Olivia? Isn’t–Isn’t your stunt with Olivia what drove you and Y/N to break up?”

She had a point, she really did and Harry knew that. But Olivia was there, and God, she wasn’t a bad woman.

But then 2 months turned to 8 and before anyone knew it, you were somebody else’s.

Joe Keery out with new girlfriend and Harry Styles’s EX! Here’s everything we know about Y/N Y/L/N!

And you looked happy. You looked okay, holding his hand, leaning onto him in a way you always did with Harry behind closed doors and safe walls. You had a grin on your face, looking at him with that expression Harry’s heart beat for.

And then Harry was done for.

If you were to ask him if he knew what death felt like, he’d say it was a little like how he felt when he saw you move on. He’d say it was how he felt when he realized that no one he could be with could ever compare to you.

It was a Wednesday night when it happened.

One moment Harry was–not really–reading a book, the next his phone was going off beside him with a call from Jeff.

Groaning a little at having to interact, he answered, putting it on speaker, “Hello?”

“Did you not delete the song you were working on?” Jeff frantically asked.

“What song?” Harry asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Glimpse of Us? I don’t know what you called it, man.”

“What about it?”

“Harry, it got fucking leaked.”

His heart dropped and so did his face, his eyes going wide as he sat up, “What?”

Jeff sighed, “It’s–It got leaked. It’s fucking everywhere.”

“Fuck,” Harry mumbled, “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he repeated, his face going behind his hands in distress.

“Look, I’m trying to do as best as I can,” Jeff said, “But I–It’s bad, man. I’m sorry.”

Closing his eyes, Harry stayed quiet for a moment, his mind racing with a thousand thoughts.

“We’ll find out who leaked it, we’re working on,” his manager said, “We’ll press charges.”

“I could give two fucks about charges, the damage’s already done,” Harry said, “Fucking idot,” he cursed himself as he held his phone, unlocking it before going on the app he deserted the most.

Twitter was always too full of talk for Harry’s liking, and with your relationship getting leaked, and with the drama of it all, his therapist was the first to suggest that he stayed away from the bird app.

But Harry was quick to go to trending, wanting to check how bad things were and sure enough, there it was.

GLIMPSE OF US

Harry and Y/N

Y/N Y/L/N

Holivia

JYN

They all were trending, mocking him for the damage that he was responsible of.

Jeff was going on and on about damage control in the background, unaware of Harry’s concentration being on the app as he scrolled through tweets.

user

“said i’m fine, said i moved on, i’m only here passing time in her arms hoping i’ll find a glimpse of us” STOP IT THAT’S SO TOXIC AND HEARTBREAKING

user

glimpse of us by harry styles is now the reason why i’m scared to be with someone because what if he’s with me but can only think about his ex

user

say what you want but glimpse of us is proof that harry is toxic as shit and is taking everyone around him for advantage

user

“Maybe one day you'll feel lonely, And in his eyes, you'll get a glimpse. Maybe you'll start slipping slowly and find me again” @harry_styles boy move on and let the poor girl move on too wtf

New tweets were coming in by the second, the song already having had circulated all social media platforms, with quick creators even crying and talking about it on TikTok.

It wasn’t Jeff who caught Harry’s attention, it was the phone call he got as Jeff talked.

You.

If Harry had thought his heart had dropped when his manager first broke the news, he was sure his heart had melted into unfathomable mush at the sight of you calling him.

He didn’t bother to bid Jeff a farewell or excuse himself, all he did was press on “End and accept”, picking up on your call.

He stayed quiet, pressing the phone to his ear in worry.

“Harry?”

And man had he missed your voice.

He cleared his throat, “Hey.”

It was then you who went quiet for a moment, and maybe Harry wished for it to stay that way because what you had said next wasn’t anything he was ready for.

“Don’t–Don’t hey me, Harry,” you said quietly, sounding tired and fed up, “I was–I was doing so well. I was doing so well, Harry.”

He stayed quiet.

“I don’t know if that was a leak, or–or if that’s one of your games now, to, I don’t know, get more people to talk and market for your movies or whatever but–Goddamit, Harry,” you sniffled, “Is this because of the podcast I did? The one with Emma?”

“Y/N, no, I swear–I swear I didn’t mean this, I’m not–I’m not trying to get back at you or–or start anything.”

“Then why, Harry?” You asked, “I talked about you once, just once, and I–God, I regretted it because I thought I was starting shit but then–but then you talked about me in that Howard interview, you like my fucking Instagram posts, you do this shit with liking some people shit talking Joe’s character then you dislike it, you talk about our relationship on Gem’s podcast, and now this,” you listed, “And–And the only reason why I’m keeping fucking tabs is because your fans spam me everywhere,” you sniffled, “I’m followed outside, I’m-I’m papped, I get so much shit for being your ex and–and for breaking your heart when I–When I didn’t, Harry. I didn’t,” you cried, “You did. And I–I thought we would be over this. I thought you’d be happy for me, that you’d try to.

But all you do is–It’s like you’re making sure you’re always so present in my life and it’s not fair, Harry,” you said, “I can’t do this anymore.”

Soundlessly crying, Harry was quiet as he listened to you and while words were heard, he knew that he felt every word of yours with all his senses.

You sniffled, “I want you to be okay, I really do,” you began, “And I don’t know how I can help but I know I need to stay far away from you, Harry, but I–I want you to try to find it in you to accept that I moved on,” you said, “And that I can’t accept you disrupting my peace anymore just because you feel bad about yourself.”

You knew your words were heavy. You knew that saying them felt unreal to you because it was funny how you had never imagined saying these words to him–the first man you truly loved.

But you were tired.

“I’m with Joe because I want to,” you said, “Not because I’m trying to find what we had, and I think–I think you should do that, too. This isn’t you, Harry,” you quietly said, “Don’t put someone through that. Please. It’s unfair and–and that’s enough broken hearts, okay? I know you enough to believe that you can find it in you to be fair. To love honestly or to not strain someone along at all.”

And there you were, still believing in him.

For the first time in a while, Harry spoke.

“I didn’t–I didn’t want things to end up like that.”

You stayed quiet for a moment, “Neither did I,” you replied, “But it’s done now, and it’s a fresh start for both of us.”

“Is there–” Harry paused, sucking in a breath as his kneaded at his tearful eyes, “Y/N, is there–Is there hope? At all?”

“For what, Harry?”

“For us,” he replied quietly.

A beat.

“No, Harry,” you said, “I’m sorry things aren’t going the way you want but I–I wish you find someone.”

“I had you.”

“I wish you find someone you can put first.”

#backstage girlfriend #backstage gf!yn #harry styles imagine #harry styles one shot #harry styles fluff one shot #harry styles blurb #harry styles angst imagine #harry styles angst one shot #harry styles angst blurb

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i keep having this persistent thought that transandrophobia isn't real (even though i know it is) and that the only reason people hate trans men is because we're weird, and it's our fault for not accepting our male privilege and we want to be victims so badly- do you ever deal with thoughts like this? how do you logically talk yourself out of transandrophobia denial?

I completely understand you, these are the ideas we have heard over and over again, some of us for many years. They are unfortunately just as baked into the queer community as thoroughly as transmisogyny and exorsexism are. When I first found these conversations, I had a really, really hard time accepting that my experiences were real and mattered and could have a name put to them. I’ve had to keep a long list of examples of transandrophobia (both interpersonal and systemic) in the notes app of my phone because I feel like I need an abundance of evidence for it or I’ll never be believed. I’ve been able to seek reassurance and comfort and advice from other transmasculine people, mostly those on my lovely discord server (shout out to you folks!) and the transfems in my lives as well. My DMs and asks are always open if you want to reach out about something specific you’re struggling with. In the meantime, I’ll address these current feelings.

These ideas have all been expressed to me in the form of nasty anons; I am used to dealing with them. Trans men are not weird. They are not ugly. They are not cringe. They are not fake. They are not gender traitors. They are radical in their powerful and beautiful queer masculinity, and they are a fucking gift to this world. I love every single trans man out there and you should love yourselves. So many other trans people care about you so, so dearly. Male privilege cannot be blanket applied to trans men; that’s simply not something granted to them on the level of cis men. If you believe you experience some levels of male privilege, please do acknowledge it and use it to uplift those without it. But you don’t need to convince yourself that you have it just because other people told you so. You know your experiences better than anyone else. Trans men are not playing up their victimhood. Their abuse and oppression has simply been too invisible for too long, and people are only now truly being forced to confront it. There is going to be tension and cognitive dissonance occurring in the trans community over this for a while. But I promise you it will pass and we will come out stronger and prouder on the other side. Please reach out to those who care about you and remember there are people who believe you.

#transandrophobia #ask #mine #intracommunity issues tag #long post #hi c

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xbeezchaos · 1 year

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BPD Scaramouche Pt.2

We’re back again with another scara with my bpd life experiences. But this time. I’m gonna make a list of things that I’ve done in a relationship and what I feel like he’d do as well. So here you go 🖤

He’s very loyal to you, obsessed really, he loves everything about you

He spends his time with you memorizing everything he could about you. Down to the very last detail.

His love language is a bit of a mix, but the top ones are gift giving and words of affirmation. He enjoyed physical touch a lot contrary to popular belief. But he’s not one to be ok with PDA.

Lots of pet names. And I mean a lot. Not really a trial and error thing but more like the more cute pet names he has for you the better.

His favorites to use are “bubs, honey, and sweetheart.”

Hyper sexual and touchy but also touch starved. Loves the idea of being able to feel you up and be felt up sensually without venturing further after that.

If you’re just friends with him, but give him anything from a pet name to special attention— he’ll flirt with you and become obsessed if it’s enough.

Can and will have meltdowns/anxiety attacks if he doesn’t feel heard when he’s talking or arguing

Will offer to use arson, murder, and multiple kinds of vehicles to crush anyone who hurts or annoys you

Recommends gaslighting as a way to prevent yourself from trouble

Loves stuffed animals. Buys way too many that match his aesthetic and will hurt anyone who gets them dirty.

Will go above and beyond for gifts. It doesn’t matter how much money, time or effort it takes. For you, anything and everything was always worth it.

Will keep a book with your info in it. From blood type to family and friends along with how to contact them

If you’re not home when he is or you disappear. He’ll freak out and do everything in his power to track you down if you’re gone for too long

If the above thing happens and he has to track you down. Where ever you are he WILL tackle you and have a sort of meltdown admitting how he thought something happened to you

He’d rather die than let anyone think they’ll ever have a chance with you. He loves showing you off every where he goes.

He’ll never miss a chance to kiss you. Sit you on his lap, hug you, fight someone for you, or hold your waist and rub circles in them

Is a sucker for love notes/poems. If he’s ever upset with you. No matter how big or small, slip him one of those and he’ll be easier to talk to than ever

Soft spots? Target his neck, hair, waist, and legs. Best way to really overpower him if you want.

If you’re taller than him >>>> use that to your advantage. He secretly loves when you’re taller

Let him pick you up, treat you like royalty. But he will expect the same treatment in return

Hates when people are overly sexual upon first meeting. He’ll push you away and get disgusted

Takes anywhere from a few months to a few years to open up entirely and it all depends on trust

When he gets comfortable he can be so raunchy and down bad it’s scary and can sometimes be addicting. All dependent on your taste

Does well with kids. But hates them. Likes laughing at the dumb stuff they do.

Loves doing your hair. And if he doesn’t know how to do something. He will learn just for you.

Will dress you up like his own little doll, he just loves the idea that he gets to make you all the more pretty and show off the outfits he makes for you to wear throughout your day.

Steals your clothes to sleep with them/wear them around all day. He doesn’t care what it is. If he can fit it into his outfits trust he’s wearing it.

A conversation held after you were gone for a surprise commission for 12 hours:

[Your Name]”What did you do?! There’s 200 missed calls on my phone and over 40 text messages on each app!”

[Scara]“At least you know I care. I even called a few hospitals to make sure you weren’t admitted. So ungrateful.”

[Name] “Why did you do that?! This is so baaad!”

[Scara] “If you think that’s bad wait until you find out I told every hospital we’re engaged to be married. Haha!”

You didn’t find that part very funny

Anyways. This concludes another part to Scara with BPD! Let me know if you’d like more and my ask box is very very open. 💋

#genshin impact #bpd thoughts #bpd yandere #bpd scaramouche #fluff #genshin scara #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x reader

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liveforjeongin · 7 months

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Heyy you, saw you are taking requests and had an idea. Ler changbin and lee han with 9,7,10 from prompts #2

Something like, jisung woke up in a major lee mood and let's say he has Tumblr and left he's phone open with a tickle fanfic, changbin found it and decided to help him with his mood

Okay soo that's a small idea i have you don't need to use it if u don't want to or don't need it

Soo that's it..

Have a lovely day/night <3

A Little Help

I TOTALLY LOVE THIS IDEA

Thanks for the request anon<3

-tickle fic, if you don't like that you can keep scrolling

requested by: anon

warnings: some swearing words, a bit too long I'm so sorry

Prompt 7, list #2: “All you need to do is ask.”

Prompt 9, list #2: “Are you...blushing?”

Prompt 10, list #2: “I can’t say it!”

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Jisung woke up like it was a normal day, but this time there was something different...

Oh no...

He woke up in an intense lee mood. He needed tickles so badly that if someone doesn't tickle him right now he wouldn't be able to be a functional human being for the next week

What to do now? Ask for tickles? Impossible, Jisung could barely say the word and, knowing how teasy the members are, he wouldn't risk being teased 24/7 from now on

So he just went for the safe option, Tumblr, his total savior

But this time it didn't work

In fact, it just made it worse

Fuck, now what?

It's not like Jisung had too many options, so he just kept scrolling and scrolling through Tumblr tickle posts. Eventually, even though he just woke up, he fell asleep with his phone on and Tumblr opened

It was nothing to panic about, it's not like in that exact moment, just before the phone's screen blocked since it had passed too much time without being used, a member comes in and takes his phone of his hand to let him sleep better and looks at his Tumb-

"Hannieeeee! You awake?" Changbin entered Jisung's room yelling. Fortunately, this didn't wake up the quokka, but the image of Han sleeping melted Changbin's heart, how could he look so cute?

Changbin smiled for himself when he saw Hannie sleeping so peacefully, but then he noticed Jisung's phone on his hand, and approached to him to take it and just leave it on Jisung's nightstand

But in the moment Changbin took Jisung's phone, couldn't help but notice the app Hannie was on... Tumblr?

He had heard of that app, but never really understood for what it was, and, honestly, didn't give it any importance at his dongsaeng having it

Until he noticed what kinda posts were on Jisung's following content...

Tickles?

What?

Saying Changbin was surprised was nothing compared to how he was actually feeling

It's not like he despised his dongsaeng, it was actually the opposite, he found it really cute, it's just that he thought Jisung actually hated when someone tickles him, but second thought... He never told anyone to stop when they were tickling him...

Huh

Changbin decided to just leave Jisung's phone on his nightstand as he had planned, leave him sleep in peace and keep that new discovering he did about his dongsaeng for himselft, maybe he could give him a little help later...

A couple hours later, Jisung woke up again

In the worst lee mood he has ever been

Why is life so unfair?

Complaining mentally about how unfair it is to not have tickles on a day like this, Hannie went out of his room and headed to the living room, where Changbin was.

Jisung sat on the couch next to his hyung, resting his head on his shoulder, a lot tired yet

"Good morning, hyung" Han waved Changbin in a sleepy tone, it was clear he slept too much that morning...

"Good morning, Hannie, tired still?" Changbin waved back, smiling down at him

"Yeah..." Jisung muttered with a yawn

Changbin chuckled at him "Don't fall asleep again or you're wake up even more tired"

"Mmmm... You're right" Jisung muttered and sat straight on the couch, fighting in opening his eyes to drive away his tireness

When Jisung seemed... Less asleep, Changbin decided to finally confront him about what he saw on his phone

"So... Hannie... You know you fell asleep with your phone on your hand?" Changbin started

That practically woke Jisung up completely immediately

"Ummmmm... Yeah? What's with that?" replied, the nervousness could feel on his voice

"You were on an app. What's its name....? Tumblr or something?"

Shit

That could not be happening

It had to be a dream, right?

Well, it wasn't

"Uhhh... I-"

"What's a lee?"

Oh no

"W-Well... Y-You see..." Jisung tried to think of a credible excuse, but it was useless since Changbin seemed to know everything by now

"I-It's... Someone that... L-Likes being t-t-tickled" Hannie answered, having some problems to say the feared tword, blushing slightly and looking everywhere but at his hyung

"Ohhh, I see. And I'm guessing a lee mood is when one of these.... lees wants to be tickled, am I right?" Changbin said that so casually that was too flustered for the younger

"Y-Yeah..."

"And I'm guessing that's the mood you're having right now, isn't it?" Changbin asked with a teasy smile

Jisung blushed the brightest red ever, how was he supposed to answer that?

"Y-Yeah..." Han answered, extremely red

"Are you... Blushing?" Changbin teased as smirked down at him and overthrowed him on the couch, sitting on his hips

"W-WAIT HYUng what are you doing?"

"I'm helping you a little... Wasn't this what you wanted?"

Jisung blushed even more if that was possible, and nodded slowly with his head

"Good. Now, Hannie, all you need to do is ask~"

"W-Wait what?" Jisung's eyes widened at that

"You heard me. If you want tickles, you'll have to ask for them~" Changbin was really having fun teasing Jisung over here...

"H-Hyung... Please don't make me say it... I can't... I can't say it!" Jisung gave Changbin his best puppy eyes, hoping that convinces him

Unfortunately for him, it didn't work

"Awwww, but you'll have to say it if you want your tickles~ Come on! It's not so hard"

"Yes it is hard" Jisung said, pouting at his hyung

"Your cute faces and pouts are not convincing me of anything... You're gonna have to ask, Hannie~" Changbin teased him, pinning his arms above his head, making the younger way more flustered "I'm not doing anything until you ask for it~"

Han encouraged himself enough to try to say it, sighing before talking "Changbin hyung... P-Please t-t-ti-ckle me..." finally got to say

Changbin smirked down at him "Ohh, of course Hannie~" Changbin didn't waste a single second and immediately went for Jisung's bellybutton, his worst spot, making the poor kid go crazy

"NOHOHOHOHOHO, WAIHIHIHIHIT WAHAHAHAHIT HYUHUHUHUNG HYUHUHUHUUUUUNG NOT THERE HYUNG PLEHEHEHEASEEEEE"

"Aw please~ You literally asked for this, you can't stop it too soon~"

"BUHUHUHUHUT YOU CAN'T GO ON WOHOHOHORST SPOT THIS SOHOHOHHOON! THAT'S CHEHEHEHEHEHEATING HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Changbin chuckled at his dongsaeng, finding him extremely adorable "Alright, fine, you're right" moved to his sides instead. Still too ticklish for Hannie, but not as much as before

"You're having fun, Hannie?" Changbin teased him while absolutely wrecking him

"HAHAHAHAHA YEHEHEHES!" Jisung said without thinking, overwhelmed by the tickles, blushing the second he realized what he just said

Changbin just smiled at him while tickling him, he was happy knowing he was able to make Jisung this happy

After some more minutes of absolutely being wrecked by Changbin, Jisung decided that was enough

"ALRIHIHIHIHIHIGHT HYUNG STOP NOW PLEHEHEHEASE!" Han said through his laughter, making the older chuckle as he got off of him

"How was that? Good enough for you?"

Jisung was breathing hard with the biggest smile on his face, he couldn't think so well so just rested his head on his hyung's lap and said "That was the best, thank you so much, hyung" Jisung said with his eyes closed and extremely tired

Changbin just stroked his hair while smiling at him "Anytime, Hannie"

Jisung fell asleep... Once again, but hey! Who wants to have a productive day when you can just have some tickles, right?

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OKAY I'M NOT SO SURE ABOUT THIS ONE BUT I KINDA LIKED IT AND I HOPE YOU TOO😭

#skz tickle #kpop tickle #stray kids tickle #tickle #tickle content #ahhie's blog

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Chest Pains

(Tobio Kageyama)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to teerex017]

Requested by: No One

Word Count: 3,466

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

We're going to pretend Tobs has an iPhone cause why not

Kageyama lacking social skills

Word "suicides" are used (in a sport term way)

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Ding

The sound of my Snapchat going off fills my room before my alarm clock can. Not that it makes a difference; I've been lying awake in bed since four-thirty. Mondays and Thursdays are the only days I don't go running in the morning. You'd think I'd be asleep but I'm not. I'm wired to be awake already so I am. It's annoying.

I pat around my bed, looking for my phone without having to move much. It doesn't take long to find the cold box of metal and glass, wrapping my fingers around it. I roll onto my side, the light filling the darkness of my room with painful whiteness.

The photo of my girlfriend and me shines on the screen. It's the dumbest photo I've ever taken. Her feet are - barely - balanced on a volleyball, arms clinging to my shoulders for dear life as she looks at me. My hands are on her waist, trying to stop her from falling off the ball for the tenth time. My disapproval of the photo is written all over my face. It was such a dumb photo, one that she insisted we did "so I have a picture of both my favorite things", but she's smiling so happily at me in it so I can't help but enjoy it... even if it is stupid.

Sugar is scribbled next to the Snapchat icon; another dumb thing on my phone because of my girlfriend. She was upset when I didn't change her Snapchat name so I let her change it for me. It's a stupid name and a stupid thing to be upset about but letting her change it calmed her down so I've left it be.

Over the past couple of months, I've learned that having a girlfriend means dealing with a lot of stupid things because it makes her happy... and that she tends to get upset about things I've never thought about.

One of those stupid things happens to be the pile of pillows and blankets at the foot of my bed. I'm happy with my pillow and my comforter. 'My Sugar' isn't; she likes lots of fluffy things so there's a lot of them for her to curl up with when she's over. It's dumb, but they keep her warm and happy.

Aside from volleyball, that's all I think of; keeping 'My Sugar' warm and happy. That's a dumb name too. Why should I call her my sugar? It sounds stupid... but she always smiles when I call her my sugar, and Tanaka insists now that she has a nickname I'm not allowed to call her by her actual name anymore or "she's totally going to freak, dude".

Why are there so many untalked-about rules when it comes to dating? What does it matter what I call her or have her on my phone as? It doesn't make any sense to me, but it keeps her happy. It keeps her smiling, at me. That smile makes it feel like my heart forgot how to work, leaving me with chest pains.

Can a heart forget how to beat? Probably. I think mine does every time Sugar smiles at me or laughs at something I say or when I spot her in a crowd at one of my practice matches. Maybe I should ask Grandmother to schedule me a physical to get this heart issue straightened out before it starts affecting volleyball.

I shake my head, trying to jiggle the possible heart problem out of my mind. Worrying about it will just make it worse. When I settle my head straight again, I tap the screen of my phone; Sugar and me back to lightening my bedroom. I tap the icon with her useless nickname curved onto it; Snapchat obediently opens at my command.

At the top of the app, she sits; Sugar with a little red box to signal a photo has been sent. Her icon is stacked on top of a few others; Hinata, Yachi, Yamaguchi, Noya, and the team group chat. Sugar's is the only one I have the notification on for, partly because I hate notifications and partly because in an hour I'd get about ten notifications from Hinata alone.

My thumb hovers over our chat for a moment before I click on it. My screen quickly changes from the bright white of the app to the more mutt main color of Sugar's room. My girlfriend is sitting in front of the small mirror in her room. She has two of them; the small one on her desk and the big when she uses to send me pictures of her outfit.

That's another useless thing she does; sending me photos of her outfits. Five of the seven days a week she's wearing the school uniform. I know what it looks like and I know what it looks like on her, why send it to me every day?

This picture isn't that though. It's just a picture of her face, showing off the curves and markings of it; the right side of her face is brighter than the left because of the flash of her camera. Her hair is twisted weirdly today, probably the weird braid she was telling me about last night. French or German or something, I don't remember.

I make a mental note to compliment the new hairstyle, repeating the command as I hold down on her photo, choosing to save it to my camera as I do with most of her photos. I like looking at them. All the time. In class, on the bus to practice matches, between classes, and on breaks at practice.

Maybe I should talk about the constant photo thumbing through I do with my doctor too. I don't think that's normal behavior. I shake my head again, another thought I need to not overthink.

Me| Morning.

It takes a minute or two before Sugar's icon is popping around the corner of the screen.

Sugar| Good morning

Me| Your hair looks nice.

Sugar| Thanks, Tobi

Sugar| You should walk me to school

| today :)

Me| Why would I do that? You live two

| blocks from the school. You'll be fine

| walking yourself.

Sugar's icon jumps up again, doing that weird question mark thing for a few minutes before it disappears again. I sit in our chat, waiting for her response. What could be taking her so long to answer?

Sugar| Okay.

That can't be good. For whatever reason, Tanaka says when Sugar answers with a single word and a period it means she's mad. I don't see any sense in it but he's been right about it every time so I guess she's upset. He also says when I upset her I answered wrong and should backtrack. Is this one of those times? Probably. I guess it wouldn't hurt to walk her to school even if I see it as pointless.

Me| Just kidding.

Me| I'll pick you up at 7:30.

Class doesn't start until eight and it's only a five-minute walk from her house to the school but Sugar tends to be extra happy on days I get to school early enough to spend time with her before class. If I make her extra happy it should cancel out her being mad at me... I think.

Sugar| You don't have to walk me to school

| if you don't want to

Having a girlfriend is confusing. She was just upset that I said no and now she's telling me I don't have to walk her. Maybe I should text Tanaka, he always has the answer. Though, he's probably going to tell me to walk Sugar and that I came off as not wanting to spend time with her. I tend to do that a lot; that's something else I've learned since dating Sugar, that I accidentally come off as annoyed or not wanting her around even though it's not true.

Me| I want to. I'll pick you up at 7:30.

Sugar| I can't wait :)

Good, she's not mad anymore, I think. I should still text Tanaka and make sure I fixed it the right way. Or... I could just get her flowers and be double sure.

Flowers tend to be a good 'sorry' when I accidentally mess up, and if I didn't mess up they'll be a good gift. When I get Sugar flowers and I didn't mess up she calls them 'just cause' gifts. Those kinds of gifts make her the happiest, no matter what I got for my unneeded apology.

Ya, I'll leave early to stop and get her flowers. Purple ones, like the hair-ties holding her weird braid in place.

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Hinata's voice rattles around my head as he rambles, not paying attention to what he's saying but still picking up on his voice. Sugar didn't send me a picture of her uniform today. I figured it was just because I was walking her to school but she didn't post the flowers I got her either. She always posts a picture of the gifts I get her, but she hasn't; not on Snapchat or Instagram or even Facebook.

Why hasn't she posted a picture of them? Did she not like them? She gushed over them when she opened her front door so that can't be the case. I watched her take a picture of them before we left her house, so why aren't they on Snapchat with the annoying shoutout notification telling me she tagged me in the post?

When I texted Tanaka he said it sounded like I should be in the clear. Am I not in the clear? Is Sugar still mad at me? Maybe she didn't like the flowers I got her. Maybe she's mad because I spent our whole morning talking about the new plays Coach came up with.

The lunch bell rings, instantly jerking my body into motion. Hinata whines for a moment, upset I started walking away in the middle of our one-sided conversation. His whining doesn't last long; soon he's back to blabbing as he follows me to Sugar's classroom.

She's in class four, like Yamaguchi and Tsukishima which both ticks me off and makes me a bit calm. I like knowing she's not alone in her classes. I don't like knowing she's with Tsukishima. Sugawara says I'm jealous and to let it go. I'm not jealous. I'm not going to let it go.

It doesn't take long to walk down the hallway and slide into her classroom. My eyes instantly catch on the back of Sugar's head, her braid bouncing as she talks and nods along to whatever her classmate is saying. I settle behind her, waiting for her conversation to end as Hinata continues with our conversation; or, lack of one.

"I'll see you after lunch," she finally utters, nodding her head to her friend once more before turning around to face me. My mind goes blank at the sight of her, any possible form of a greeting is instantly thrown out. Her eyes are gentle as she looks up at me, the rest of her face just as soft. "Hey, Tobio," Sugar greets, her voice making the familiar lack of a heartbeat fill my chest and my lungs sting from the struggle to pull air into them.

"Are you mad at me?" I squeak out, causing confusion to mix in the pools of her eyes.

"No, why do you think I'm mad?"

"He's been whimpering all morning because you didn't post about the flowers he got you," Hinata butts in, mocking my stormy mood.

"Shut up, moron," I hiss, shooting him a glare. All he does is giggle at my anger. Since I started dating Sugar, Hinata has been the biggest dumbass about it. Always insisting I'm texting her when I'm on my phone, making kissy faces anytime we're close to each other, mocking me about her during practice.

Sugar's eyes flutter from Hinata's amused grin back up to my face which I'm sure is dressed in a scowl; one that I drop once her sight is back on me. "It's Monday. You take me out to get a drink from the Sakanoshita Market every Monday after our clubs end. I'm waiting so I can post all the pictures of us at the same time, instead of making two different posts."

"Okay," I mutter, my heart stalled again as she looks up at me; concern slowly eating away at the softness of her expression. Before I can stop it, my hand jumps up to press against my chest, checking to see if my heart is still working. It is. "I think I'm going to go see a doctor soon."

"Why?"

"My heart is acting weird," I shortly explain, letting my hand drop away from my chest. "We should get going before the team starts looking for me."

"And me!" Hinata butts in again, his cockiness replaced with the annoyance of being forgotten. "You act like you're the only person the team would notice was missing," he grumbles, turning away from us to start heading out of the room.

As I turn to follow, Sugar steps forward, her fingers settling into the creek of my arm like they usually do when we walk together. "Guess what I'm making at my club today?" She prompts me, eyes cast forward as Hinata leads us through the crowded hallways.

I used to think the cooking club was stupid, especially when there is so many better clubs, like the volleyball club. Over time I've grown to not dislike it. It leaves Sugar smelling good all the time, like freshly made pastries or homemade tomato sauce. It also leaves the team and me with first dibs on buying whatever the cooking club made each day.

The first time I watched her cook was... interesting. She was pretty, almost dancing around the kitchen as she floated back and forth. She looked joyful the whole three hours it took to make my favorite curry for me. I've never seen Sugar look more happy and beautiful than when she's cooking, twirling around my kitchen, singing to me as she pours her heart over whatever she's cooking for me.

"Curry," I answer, knowing it's probably wrong. I'm always wrong when I guess curry.

"We're making taiyaki. The fish-shaped waffles. I'm thinking about filling mine with chocolate or maybe I'll fill it with cream. I don't know yet, which one should I do?" She asks, her fingers tightening on my arm as she rambles on, excitement radiating off of her.

"Uh... chocolate," I stumble out, my chest freezing again. I need to get a doctor’s appointment scheduled. These constant chest tightening can't be good for me, or volleyball. "Sugar?"

"Tobio?" She calls back, a pep still in her step, and eyes sparkling as they look up at me through her eyelashes. They're painted today, her eyelashes, with that black tinted stuff stored in the tub she carries in her bag. The paint makes her eyelashes look longer than they are; I like how it makes her eyes look bigger.

"My chest hurts," I murmur, tearing my eyes away from her. It almost hurts more to look away from her.

"Why? Tobs, how long has your chest been hurting? Have you called a doctor yet? Set up an appointment? Did you tell your Grandma? Your coach?" Sugar rambles, both hands tightly around my bicep. Concern is glazed over her eyes again, big and round as she looks up at me.

I take small glances at her out of the corner of my eye, trying to steady my breathing. Sugar isn't happy, but her hands sure are warm. "I'll tell coach today at practice. I'll talk to Grandmother and get an appointment set up. I will be fine."

"Chest pains are serious, Tobio. You should - "

"I am fine," I repeat, patting her hands a few times before pulling my touch away from her. A soft sigh passes her lips, her head tilting to rest against my shoulder. Even though Sugar is exhaling, it feels like she's sucking the breath right out of my lungs. I need to talk to Coach about my chest pains, especially since I promised her I would.

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My mind swirls a bit as I inch toward Coach Ukai, the statement I need to make burning in my head. I don't want to tell him about my chest pains. He'll bench me, make me 'take it easy' during practice, or even worse, make me take medical leave.

But, the image of Sugar so upset when I told her is making my skin crawl with the need to see her. I tug my phone out of my pocket, unlocking it, and instantly tapping my photo gallery open. Instantly, every inch of the screen is decorated with photos of her. Photos of her at our lunch table, of her cooking, of my daily 'good morning' Snapchats, of her in my sweatshirt, my jersey, my blankets, my bed, my couch, my kitchen, at my games.

My hand jumps up to rub over my heart again, trying to work out the squeezing I'm feeling as I flip through the photos. I swipe away another photo, the next in line being the one of Sugar and Miwa giggling over a batch of butter cookies. My eyes dance over the photo for the millionth time, rememorizing every inch of it. Their smiles, the way my sweatshirt hangs on Sugar, the dark makeup on my sister's face, even the way the dust dances in the sunlight.

"Kageyama?!" Coach yells, pulling my attention away from my phone. "Finally," he groans, standing right in front of me instead of across the gym like he was before I got caught up in Sugar's photos. "Are you alright?" He mutters, eyes pointed as he motions towards the hand still rubbing rough circles against my chest. "You've been doing that a lot lately."

"Uh... ya," I grumble, dropping my hand back to my side. My phone burns in my hand, the glimpse of Sugar still on the screen making the small device feel like a brick in my hold. "Well... not really." Coach's look gets more pointed, arms crossed over his chest, and an eyebrow arched as he looks at me. "I've been experiencing some chest pains."

"Chest pains?"

"Ya."

Coach stares me down for a few more minutes, rolling his weight on his heels as he looks me over. "What kind of pains?"

"My heart... sometimes feels like it's not working," I mutter, glancing around the gym, eyes jumping over my teammates warming up instead of looking at my Coach. "Other times it feels like there's a fist squeezing it but usually it's the first thing."

A grin is spread over Coach's face when my eyes settle on him again, amusement eating every ounce of concern that was present a couple of moments ago. "Do these pains happen to arise when your arm candy is around? Or when you're thinking about her or maybe looking at the hundreds of photos you have of her?"

"Arm candy?" I ask, confused from the get-go of his speech.

"Your girlfriend, Kageyama. I was referring to your girlfriend," he chuckles, crossing his arms over his chest tighter as his laughter grows.

"I don't have hundreds of photos of Sugar," I grumble, my cheeks heating up with embarrassment. It's normal for someone to have photos of their partner. It's normal for someone to have a lot of photos of their partner too, right? I don't even have that many photos of her... I don't think. What's a normal amount of photos to have of your girlfriend?

"That's not what Hinata says," Coach pushes out around a new round of cackles. He takes a step forward, a rough grip on my shoulder as he shakes me a bit. "What you're feeling is called 'love', Kags. Your 'chest pains' aren't actual pains, they're just feelings of caring and loving your girlfriend. They're not going to kill you, and over time you'll get used to the feeling."

"Is the feeling going to go away?" I ask, rubbing over my heart again, the pain back as thoughts of Sugar flicked through my mind.

Coach laughs again, this time quiet and soft as he shakes me a bit harder. "If you do things right, no. Enjoy that feeling, Kageyama. It means you're loving your Sugar the right way. Hold on to those chest pains, bud." I'm shaken once more before being released. "But for now, hurry up and get changed before I make you run suicides all of practice."

"Yes sir," I mutter, turning on my heels and quickly racing out of the gym. I guess my chest pains weren't something to worry about.

#haikyuu #haikyuu oneshot #haikyuu x reader #tobio kageyama #tobio kageyama oneshot #tobio kageyama x reader #tobio oneshot #tobio x reader #kageyama oneshot #kageyama x reader

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ireneispunk · 1 year

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eddie headcannons for living in present day

a few headcannons i thought of for being eddie's partner in the present day! these are my own thoughts, if you think of any others feel free to add them to the comments!

these are writted with eddie having a femme partner, but no pronouns are used so anyone can enjoy!

content warnings: lots of fluff, no smut, semi implied though(?), occasional use of y/n

would 100% play world of warcraft, complains about how expensive it is but still never lets his subscription run out every month

would drag you into every warhammer store looking for figurines for d&d

IS a reddit user but purely for d&d map inspiration and r/babygoats

still has the exact same music taste and says “back in my day we listened to-"

also claims to hate nu metal but sneaks in an occasional deftones song

hairstyle would be really similar but probably more of a long wolf cut to modernise it

loves the cinema for new movies but pirates everything else

corroded coffin is more successful than it was in the 80s, but they’re still not ‘famous’

makes youtube videos with tutorials on how to play songs on guitar and gets 10 views per video. he still enjoys it anyway

still chooses to pick you wildflowers instead of grocery store ones because he thinks their more special (even if they’re from rich peoples lawns)

still deals but only to a select few and close friends

goes to as many metal shows as he can; whether it’s for his favourite band or an up and comer he’s never heard of

he has just 3 spotify playlists, 1 is metal and the other is more chilled out rock. the third is music he knows you likes that he’s sure to put on when you’re over (also curses out the spotify adverts but refuses to pay for it)

D&D is still one of his favourite hobbies of course. he grew up playing in the only D&D shop near hawkins called ‘the forge’ his charisma made him great friends amongst the other players there and soon enough after her had a few campaigns under his belt, it was his turn to DM

is honestly a bit of a fussy eater, but anything you order or make that he hasn’t tried yet he always asks to try and realises he likes a lot more than he thought

would have a lot more tattoos and would volunteer as a practice sheet for tattoo apprentice friends

uses incense in his room, he says it’s to mask the weed smell but you’d noticed him deeply sniffing his favourite scents in the store

likes his cheap cologne, and loves it when he smells it on you the next morning

facetiming you when he sees a cool rock/tree/dog/straycat/funny looking cloud, mainly to see your face scrunch up into a laugh at the ridiculous thing he’s called you for

uses the same password for everything

has maybe 4 additional apps on his phone to the default ones. his favourite would be locket widget so you “have to see my face no matter where you look.”

does have social media but definitely posts annually and it’s either you, corroded coffin or some swanky new dice

only follows you and matthew mercer on social media too

likes natures documentaries and sniffles a lot when the buffalo gets eaten by lions, and when the lions DONT get any buffalo to eat

loves getting you small inexpensive gifts, your favourite chocolate or drink, a little trinket for your bedside table, mostly cards with two animals in love on it

laying inbetween his legs with your back against his chest as he teaches you how to roll his cigarettes, they were terrible of course but he loved watching your brows furrowed in concerntration smacking his hand away any time he tried to help

also! would use menthol filters for his cigarettes ever since you mentioned how much you love the minty tobacco taste left on his lips, “doubles up as a breath mint too!” eddie would wink at you.

he wasn’t very good at cooking but he loved helping you and doesn’t want you to feel pressured to cook for him. takes any chance he can to make you food he knows how to make, usually toast and fruit juice in bed served with a kiss

LOVES makeup shopping with you, no matter your style of makeup alternative or not, he’s so intrigued about the different kinds and always wants to treat you. “$10 for a skinny crayon? that’s daylight robbery!”. he still begged you later that day to turn him into gene simmons

still got weird stares out in public even in our time but he thrived whenever you visited bigger cities with more diversity

playing any kind of multiplayer game together. left 4 dead 2, borderlands, halo, divinity 2; eddie didn’t care what it was as long as he could spend the time with you (as long as you promised not to tell people he married harvey playing stardew valley)

also! screaming and swearing and crying of laughter playing overcooked, resulting in lots of playful fights and kisses

watching the whole lord of the rings trilogy extended cut in one session, “ed’s it’s NINE hours, you said it was only 3 films!” you huffed looking at the box set his uncle had bought him years ago. “nine hours that will change the rest of your life y/n.” he smiled dramatically inserting the dvd. he was right of course 9 hours later there you were gripping eddies hand so hard as tears burned into the corners of your eyes. eddie spent the last 9 hours glancing between the action of the movie darting back to your face to enjoy your reaction, ‘my friends, you bow to no-one’ aaragon announced on the tv, you clenched your eyes shut as tears flooded down your cheeks and a quiet sob escaped your lips. eddie whipped his head to yours concern written all over his face, cupping your cheep with his large ringed hand. “everyone bowed for THEM, the HOBBITS eddie!” you choked as the soft violin music playinf already felt nostalgic. eddie pulled you close, nose bumping against yours and wipes away your tears with his thumb and pressing kisses to your reddened cheeks. “i told you doll, life changing” he sighed, knowing full well he could shed a tear at how involved with his favourite series you were.

if you were ever doing anything stood up eddie would always come up behind you and snake his arms around your waist and give your butt a small squeeze with both of his hands, you’d squeak in surprise every time before leaning back into eddie as he held you. you walked out of yours and eddies room one morning to see him facing away from you at the kitchen counter wearing nothing butt black boxer shorts as he poured some juice. you sneaked as best you could on your creaky floorboards before reaching each hand out onto eddies butt and give it a big squeeze. he let out a high pitch ‘EEEHH’ as you did spilling some apple juice onto the counter before looking out you with a false scowl. “only i get to do that.” he huffed pretending he didn’t enjoy it whilst he pale cheeks simultaneously tinted a shade of pink.

this! evolved into giving each other a light smack on the butt whenever you walked past each other, your hands lingered a little longer on him when he wore his jeans because wow, did he look good in them and vice versa when you wore… well pretty much anything -more often than not this leading to more heavy petting-

pda kinda guy, but more so handholding, having an arm over your shoulder, rubbing his hands up and down yours arms aimlessly, kissing you on the cheek and dramatically kissing your knuckles and bowing, making your cheeks flare up

eddie giving you driving lessons even though he’s not a great driver himself

if people don't hate this i might make a part 2 if i come up with more ideas + plus any that others suggest

♡ irene

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crappycamille · 2 years

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katsuki hates to come home to see you slumped over the couch with your phone in your hand. it’s too close to your face, you’re gonna give yourself a headache the moment you put it down. but you won’t, not unless he stops you.

the slight upturn of your eyebrows, the small pout on your lips, your eyes dull as they bore into the too-bright phone screen: it stabs him straight in the heart to see you so upset. he doesn’t even think you can tell that you’re frowning. you are too absorbed into that damned device, and he knows why just by looking at you. dammit, you didn’t even notice he was home cause you were so preoccupied. not even the deep thump of his gauntlets dropping was enough to stir you from it.

“hey. no more.” his voice is firm, but caring. your eyes snap up to his in surprise. like a child being caught with something they shouldn’t have. he hasn’t even taken his gloves off before he is grabbing your phone out of your hands turning it around to quickly glance at the content before exiting out of all the apps to close it. he releass a shaky sigh as every single app was social media.

“i- i wasn’t on it for long.” you quickly sat up to correct your slumped posture. trying to mask yourself, you know how much bakugou hates to see you upset. however, katsuki is much quicker than you. catching your eyes with a firm stare that screams a threatening “don’t you dare.” stoping you from trying to put on an act.

if there is anything he hates worse than seeing you upset, it’s seeing you fake happiness.

“don’t lie to me. i can see how many apps are open.” he grumbles. “plus, it’s dark outside. you haven’t turned any of the house lights on yet. bet you’ve been sitting here since you got home starin’ at the stupid screen.” you felt the embarrassment raise within you as you took a lot at your surroundings for the first time in a while.

he can feel his frustration building.

he’s not frustrated with you exactly. he just gets so upset. why do you do this to yourself? why do you let yourself indulge in something so influentially harmful. he knows you can’t help it. he knows there is something so hypnotizing, so alluring about it. the infinite scroll, but it is so toxic. it makes you feel bad, which in turn, makes him feel worse.

“i know.” your breath is shaky as you grasp your equally shaky hands, doing your best to control your emotions. “i know. i just, i like to see what people are saying. i only meant to check it for a second. just a quick look through and there’s so much good. b-but,” katsuki frowns, he hates how upset you sound. “there is so much bad.”

your face scrunches into a nasty snarl. “why are people so fucking mean. they’re downright awful, kats. they would never, ne-ver, say these things to someone in real life. it would be far too cruel.” you let out an exasperating sigh, “i fucking hate people.” the slight wobble in your lip is too much for katsuki. he’s promptly setting your phone down far, far away to swoop you up in his arms, holding you almost too tight. he wishes he could just hold you like this forever, that way you won’t be able to ever check your blasted socials.

“that’s why i fucking hate that shit. i try to tell you not to be on it.” his hands rubbing your back as he sighs. “i’m not trying to be controlling, but nothing good comes from seeing what those shitty extras have to say.”

“i know kats, and you’re not being controlling. i always regret looking. at first it’s nice. then i see one bad comment, and then another, then it feels like a million. they’re all i can see. and i hate seeing what those people have to say about us, about you, about me.” he waits patiently for you to continue, rubbing your back assuringly.

“i’m not trying to make it just about myself, but kats they always say something about me. i’m human too, why do they think it’s okay to tear me apart? if they say anything about you, it’s to criticize you for being with me.” you clutch on to him, using him to steady himself. “just all the stupid, unnecessary comments, they really get to me.” you shake your head.

katsuki struggles a moment to find the right words, but in all honesty he doesn’t need to. you find comfort alone in hearing his voice. the deep yet delicate voice lolling your shaking body. but of course, he tries. he always does for you.

“i know it doesn’t make it hurt any less, and— and i’m sorry it doesn’t. but they are only saying that because they’re jealous. jealous that they aren’t half the person you are. jealous they aren’t you. you are perfect, who wouldn’t be jealous of you?

every single thing about you i love. i don’t give a damn about what those dimwits say. nothing they say matters because everyone that loves you, and that’s a whole lot of people: not just my family but yours, all of your friends, those clowns that i call my friends, and damn near everyone that meets you; they all love you and love to be around you. and most of all, me. i love you so much. i can debunk every shitty thing those extras say. and you may not see it, but there’s even a hell of a lot more people online who love you than those hating on you. and to me none of their opinions matter. you are all that matters to me. i love you. they are only trying to get in your head. don’t let ‘em. you are so much strong and so much better.

so go ahead. let them try. because they don’t know how strong you are. even more so, they don’t know that i’ll always be there to build you back up. always. so please, let me protect you, even from the haters.”

the stream of tears quietly flowed down your face. bakugou kissed the tears off your cheeks while you soaked in his words. letting them fill you up, replacing the insecurity you felt.

the rest of the night was spent in each other’s embrace: while you bathed together, enjoying the warm tub. while bakugou cooked with your arms wrapped around his broad back, face buried between his shoulders. while you ate dinner, legs haphazardly laid over one another on the couch. while you laid in bed, falling asleep nuzzled into his neck.

you were so grateful to have bakugou. he never failed to make you feel loved. but he never minds, not even a little bit. because you do the same for him.

a/n: heyo. i selfishly wrote this to give myself some comfort. people on the internet are so fucking brutal for no reason. now i’m not one to be overly sensitive, and lord knows people would never say the things they say to me online irl (lemme stop tho lol cause i’m not tryna come off as a hard ass). but who has the energy to constantly combat people online. tumblr is 100% my escape. so i’m grateful that i get to come here and interact with people and post things like this. thanks for being a safe space for me. thanks for reading. hope you’re well or getting there.

much love <3

#wishing bakugou was real rn #infinite sigh #bakugou comfort #bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugou drabble

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embeanwrites · 1 year

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It Was Always Simple (Artemis Fowl/Reader)

A/N: This is a commission for @gifted-burnout! Hope you enjoy!

It had happened faster than Artemis would like to admit. He liked to be on top of plans, at least three steps ahead of his enemies, but she was always a variable that he couldn’t account for. If he predicted her to go one way, she would without a doubt go the other way. If he took this into account, she would then go the way he had first predicted. It was beyond frustrating, but Artemis was never one to back down from a challenge.

She preferred to take things head on and recently the pair had been working on a new flood prevention plan for a local city, one that would without a doubt fix the issue of flooding that plagued the city every six months or so, but they had met resistance from, what Artemis had originally deemed to be nothing more than, a shady insurance company that made marks through flood claims. However, as the threats rolled in the two of them quickly realized that this was more than a shady company, it was an intelligent group that laid below many businesses. She had called it the mafia, Artemis told her she needed to watch less TV and get real about the threat. She then said the best way for them to deal with them was to face them head on, show them what they knew, and bust them. He disagreed but offered no other solution.

One moment the two of them were arguing about the safety of her plan, the next she was storming away when he said no and shut her plan down. It wasn’t anything new, and it especially wasn’t a new argument.

Leading them too now.

He preferred to let her cool off, to come back to him on her own terms. He had found this was the best way to essentially “win” their fights, but it had been over two days and he hadn’t heard from her, and he had an undeniably bad feeling about this. He didn’t like this idea that she was going to prove him wrong, it was less about being actually right and was more about if she was safe. He no longer cared about being the bigger person in the argument and he didn’t care how mad she would be over this, he needed to talk to her.

Sitting in his study, he impatiently fidgeted with his phone, opening, and closing the secure messaging app they normally used to communicate. Their last text messages staring at him, mocking him. He found himself staring at his phone, debating tracking her phone. Was it a breach of trust that she would get upset about? Yes. But he was starting to think it was worth it.

Turns out, he should’ve done it sooner.

“For the last time, I don’t know anyone named Artemis, especially a boy. I mean come on isn’t that a girl’s name to begin with. I think your facts may be-” Before she could finish her sentence the man slapped her, the sound echoing around them as she winced from the force. She kept her eyes trained to the side on the dark gray wall, pretending it was the most interesting thing she’d ever seen. She refused to let the stranger see her unwillingly cry from the blow, she would not let them win in any sense if she could. She would not be viewed as weak, especially by some Mafia scum.

It hadn’t taken more than an hour of scoping out the fake insurance place’s front for her to be found out. So focused on the task at hand, she hadn't noticed the two men until they had already grabbed her and covered her nose and mouth with a sweet smelling cloth. When she woke up, tied down to an uncomfortable metal chair in a musty dark room, she figured it had to have been chloroform. Cowards, they didn’t even give her a fighting chance. Her hands were tied behind her back, her ankles were tied to the legs of her chair, and she couldn’t see for sure, but the chair seemed to be bolted to the ground. She wasn’t going anywhere these guys didn’t want her to and Artemis would have no idea where she was.

She absolutely hated to think it, let alone admit it, but Artemis was right. Not only about the situation, but about her. She was foolish and she rushed into a situation and now she was paying the price. Knowing him, he would be patiently waiting for her to run back to him and listen to whatever his genius plan would be. She had no way to contact him, and she hadn’t told him what she was doing. Well he’s smart and it probably wouldn’t take him a terribly long time to find her, but how long would it take for him to realize something was wrong?

At the thought of him waiting for her to return patiently, she pulled at the zip ties on her wrists as if she hadn’t been trying that for the past few hours. Her wrists were already red and raw from the strain, but she barely took note of the pain.

“You have two choices, the way I see it. Tell me what Artemis Fowl knows about us, and you get to keep your life. Or you keep this ‘undying loyalty,’” He said mockingly, “and wind up in the bottom of some river and that’s the end of your story.”

The answer was simple, in her mind. She paused for barely two seconds before plastering on what would have been an award winning smile if not for the split lip and bruises marring her face, and spat right in that piece-of-shit mafioso's face. She couldn’t help but laugh as he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back at a painful speed.

Artemis didn’t like wearing his emotions on his sleeve, he spent his entire childhood learning how to perfect his poker face, to not let his enemies see how he felt. He liked keeping his cards close to his chest, but she had made it increasingly more difficult to do so. The way his heart sounded like it was going to beat out of his chest, the butterflies in his stomach, and the way his mind would grow foggy when she was around, it all determined him even more to not allow their last conversation to be in anger.

When Artemis had located her phone, which was in an area she had never been and one the two had linked to the fake company he became increasingly more concerned for her wellbeing. Artemis couldn’t allow himself the time to wonder if he was in the wrong. Every second wasted could mean disaster. He had quickly shown Butler all he had discovered, luckily, he didn’t need to go into too much detail before Butler had connected the dots his young charge was laying out and the two of them soon got to work.

It took them less than half an hour to get ready and to get to her phone’s location and they were immediately met with resistance, and while Artemis normally wanted to take his time, toy with his opponents, and outsmart them, he felt his anger as if it was red hot lead in his veins. He wanted nothing more than to put down the men who had hurt her in order to find her and bring her back to safety. The more time that passed he became increasingly worried for her health and wellbeing.

Artemis was breathing hard, knuckles bruised and bloody but not as bad as the now unconscious goon lying beneath him. He couldn't feel his split knuckles, his sole focus on finding her, saving her, destroying those that took her, and keeping her from ever recklessly endangering herself again. He vaguely felt Butler’s hand on his shoulder, urging him to keep going.

The pair launched themselves into the security room as Butler fired a tranquilizer dart at the guard. Artemis quickly stationed himself in front of the many camera screens. He took them in at a speed that was barely human, looking for any sign of her. It took Butler looking to point her out to Artemis. He fought the numb feeling as she was clearly unconscious and strapped to a chair. The blurry camera gave away no clear wounds, but at the very least, Artemis noted, that her chest was falling and rising so she was alive.

“It’s down the hall and to the right. Cover me and I’ll get her.” Artemis found himself ordering without really thinking about it, but surprisingly Butler didn’t argue with the command. Maybe he recognized just how important she had become to Artemis.

As quietly as the two could, they ran down the hallway, checking corners before they finally hit the door she was behind, Artemis quickly got to work on the lock, letting the simple task allow him to focus on something other than his nerves.

As the door unlocked and opened, Artemis was immediately met with a heartbreaking sight. It was clear she was still alive, and they had made quick eye contact, so she knew she was saved, but she immediately looked back down and kept her mouth shut, which was very unlike her.

Artemis quickly got closer and got out a pocket knife, first cutting the zip ties on her ankles that were keeping her pressed to the chair, and then gently cutting the ones on her wrists. She winced as the bonds came off but made no move to leave the chair. Artemis took her face between his hands, brushing her hair out of her face. He took stock of her busted lip and bruised check, he tilted her head one way to confirm there wasn’t something more sinister waiting for him. He tried to get her to make eye contact to check her for a concussion, but before he could ask any follow up questions, she started to cry.

If this was a few years ago, he wouldn’t know how to respond, he’d probably remove himself from the situation entirely, but his heart ached for her in this moment. He decided that waiting there for more guards to come or anything would just further traumatize her, so his best move was to remove her from the situation completely. Even though he would do anything in this moment to end their entire organization now. Slowly, so as not to spook her, he gently gathered her into his arms and picked her up bridal style. He was worried at first that she’d try to fight back, saying she can walk on her own, but instead her head laid on his shoulder and her arms wrapped around his neck. He knew his own face must’ve been burning with embarrassment, but he was just happy to have her back.

“Butler, are we clear to leave?” He asked quietly, not wanting to startle her even worse. Butler nodded, looking briefly at her as she curled further into Artemis’ grasp, if it wasn’t for the situation Butler may have smiled or teased the two for how far they’ve come together.

The rest of the day was a blur, she remembered Artemis carrying her and gently placing her in the car, taking the time to buckle her in. He asked her if she was hurt anywhere that he couldn’t see, to which she simply shook her head. He sat next to her in the back while Butler began driving them back to Fowl Manor, Butler debated for a few minutes whether she may need the hospital, but ultimately decided Artemis would have said something if she needed. A few times she would catch him looking back at the two of them in the rearview mirror, and if it was any other day, she’d probably be making faces at him or at the very least talking to Artemis.

Artemis.

She knew it was coming. The moment for him to tell her that he was right, and she should’ve listened to him, but so far, he hadn’t said much of anything other than checking up on her. He helped her into the guest room at Fowl Manor and ran around getting her water and a snack. Finally bringing a first aid kit and started treating her face and wrists. He had started with her face and a gentle grasp of her chin.

With tired eyes she watched him dab some rubbing alcohol onto a piece of gauze. She looked up and he gave her a small smile as he gently grasped her arm to turn her hand palm facing up.

“This will sting.” He murmured, as he softly pressed the gauze to her busted lip, she couldn’t help the sharp intake of air and slight jump back. However, he acted like he didn’t notice as he continued cleaning.

It went on like that for a few minutes, Artemis slowly and carefully cleaning her face and then gently moving onto her wrists and her trying to think of something, anything to say that get them past this unbearable silence, she knew he’d never break it, he was too proud, too sure of himself being correct all the time, and he-

“I should’ve been there. I’m sorry.” He whispered and for the first time in their entire relationship she was shocked at the emotions in his voice. This was so not like him, she was expecting a lecture.

“Artemis, you couldn’t-” She started.

“I did know, I know you and I…I should’ve at the very least listened to you. This was dangerous and I knew it and I let you go for it anyway. I never should’ve let you leave; I should’ve listened, we should’ve kept trying to find a suitable plan, but I never should’ve let you leave knowing you and knowing how dangerous those men are.” Looking up at Artemis’ blue eyes he immediately darted his eyes away from hers, but she could still see the pain he was holding…he was actually upset at this, and strangely not at her.

“Artemis, you do know it wasn’t your fault, right?” She asked softly, taking his hands in hers and it was at the moment she noticed his knuckles, bright red in contrast to his pale skin. “Artemis.” She tsked, not waiting for his permission, she took the used gauze from him and gently started cleaning his knuckles.

“That’s unhygienic.” He murmured, as she let out a humorless laugh and shook her head.

“We’re past that.” She replied as she dabbed the clean end of the gauze gently over his knuckles, unlike her he made no sound or movement as she cleaned. “I need you to understand it wasn’t your fault, Artemis.” She gently repeated and he sighed.

“If something had happened to you, I wouldn’t-”

“But nothing happened, Artemis. I’m okay. A few bruises, but that’s pretty typical in our line of work.” She reminded him. “I signed up for this, remember? Us working together to try to ‘save the world’.” She added extra emphasis to the ‘save the world’, causing him to let out a small laugh.

“Can I say something crazy?” He asked as he removed the gauze from her hands, setting it on the bed and with a featherlight touch he grasped both her hands. She had never noticed how much bigger they were than hers, sure Artemis was tall and could be intimidating, but never to her.

“When are you not talking crazy?” She said hoarsely with a half-smile. She watched him take a deep breath.

“Today was scary, for multiple reasons, but one thought kept going through my head that if they had…if you were…” He struggled before clearing his throat. “If you had died today and I hadn’t gotten the chance to tell you how much you mean to me I would have never forgiven myself. I was so shaken when I saw you on that screen with your head down and for a single moment, I thought I was too late and that you died thinking I didn’t care about you…about us.”

“Artemis, I don’t know what to say.” She whispered; she almost couldn’t believe what was coming out of his mouth. This smart, infuriating, well dressed individual sat in front of her was looking at her as if she hung the stars in the sky and for the first time in their friendship all those feelings came crashing into her. They were never trying to one up each other, they were trying to impress each other.

“You don’t have to say anything, I just need you to know that I’m in love with you.” He supplied as if it was the easiest conclusion known to man. If she hadn’t been so emotionally and physically exhausted, she may have laughed or tried to tease him before giving in, but right now she just needed him to know.

“I’m in love with you too, Artemis Fowl.” He smiled and looked down at their hands.

“Promise you’re not going to ‘sike’ and take it back tomorrow?” He said looking at her with a rare smile.

“While that would be hilarious, Fowl. I do mean it. I promise.” She said, leaning over he gently kissed her check. “Oh, come on, two years of friendship, building up to this, you can do better than that.” She joked, putting her right hand on his check, and pulling him in for a real kiss. It was soft and chaste, much unlike their relationship up to this point, but she couldn’t help but smile as the two pulled apart.

“You need to get some rest, you’ve had a horribly traumatic day, my dear.” My dear. It rang in her head, and she fought back a smile. However, he was right, the mess of the day and finally being safe was catching up with her.

“Will you stay with me?” She asked and Artemis smiled.

“Of course.”

#artemis fowl #artemis fowl books #artemis fowl x reader #commission #commissions open #x reader

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moonlit-positivity · 4 months

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How to Stay Organized While Dissociating Through Trauma Recovery

Dissociation is a very hard phenomenon that happens to us as a way for our brains & bodies to cope with the horrific & traumatic events of our life. Many times our trauma can "knock us out" in a way that leaves us mentally screaming into a pit of fire so to speak, making it so that we can be "here" but not really "here" at the same time, or rather our bodies are here in this moment but our minds just can't seem to stay focused through this intense brain fog that has us disconnected from ourselves and our surroundings.

It can take the form of daydreaming during serious moments, zoning out, unfocused or blurry eyesight, hearing the person speak but not fully aware of what they're saying, fainting & dizziness, increased heart rate, panicked feelings, intense suicidal ideations, numbness, dazed & confused, and fawning in the form of "if I just nod and agree to whatever is being said then I can get out of here faster and go home where I'm safe again." And when you're living on your own, these types of reactions tend to be counter intuitive to retaining and expressing the important information we are there to retain and express.

And yet, life still moves forward even while we are so traumatized. My experiences with dissociation have definitely been my least favorite aspect to living. 100% hands down this experience of still having to be aware of and listen to others during appointments and meetings and still function as a traumatized individual while my brain just cannot comprehend the fact that I even have to be alive during these moments, has been some of the most excruciating moments of my life at all. Like can we just go home and never go outside ever again please?! Fucking hell. And I'm willing to bet I'm not the only one who absolutely hates this shit with a passion.

So, what the hell do we do about it? Let's talk two points here: organization and preparation.

Organization is gonna help us keep track of things in between moments when we need to be present. Write down all the important information immediately after you hear it! So we can keep ourselves on track when the time comes for us to move again. And hey- the second you write it all down the sooner you can go back to forgetting it all over again!! Get in the habit of taking notes immediately during and immediately after all of your important business doings. Do not wait around! The longer you wait the more likely you are to forget!

And preparation is gonna help us navigate these big scary meetings in more safer ways, reduce the stress, and keep us grounded during these important moments- even if it's hard for you to do this and it sucks and you don't really wanna, don't worry Ive got prime tips for navigating this hellscape called life. Let's get into it.

Ideas for staying organized in between appointments and meetings:

🟢 Digitally organize your notes

Download a mobile notes app like Google Keep Notes. It syncs to your Google account through a cloud system, so you can keep everything stored & synced both online and also through phone changes. There's even a widget that you can keep on your home screen that will show you a list of your notes. You can easily keep track of appointments the second you schedule them by quickly adding a new note directly from the widget.

The thing I enjoy the most about Google Keep Notes is that you can even color code and label and tag your notes too! Which is extra incentive for that oooo feel good organizing feel! ADHDers y'all know what I'm talking about :3

Take some time out to consider how you'd like to organize your important information. Google Keep Notes, Google docs, spreadsheets, personalized Discord server, cloud storages, Gmail, calendars, there is an entire plethora of organization options for your pure little disorganized heart to devour. Sure, you can use a planner for this instead. I just find it more efficient to have this information readily accessible at all times. You're always gonna carry your phone everywhere you go. A planner though? Mm that's extra work. If that works for you then sure. Both are equally as viable and there's no right or wrong answer here. In fact, it could be a good idea to use both. In some cases phone notes are good, but there are some cases when pen & paper is good too. Play around with it. We need something a bit more secure & fine tuned for our own personal experiences with the forgetful nature that is dissociation. Try not to get too caught up in the aesthetics and just focus on what is more beneficial and what is gonna actually help you retain this information that we need to retain. However that works for you is however it works for you.

This is how I've organized mine:

Upcoming Appointments- this one stays at the top of my list. I immediately write down the next appointment, the day & time, and the contact person & info, right there in the appointment or over the phone in fact. I will pause and ask for a minute while I jot it down. Eventually I add the contacts to my phone especially if I'm calling them often, but I also like to have them stored in my notes as well, just in case something happens to my phone.

Passwords- a list of all my accounts & passwords. I try to keep them updated the second I have to change something, like an email contact or a password. I also put the most recent date these changes were made.

Bills & Utilities- all of my business accounts, bills & online accounts, alongside any relevant information like account numbers, security answers, pay dates & money due etc

Medication lists: any and all medicines I take, even OTC, as well as new medication and also any reactions, changes in diet, changes in mood, etc when I notice them. Dates I started taking them, any dates I missed and how it affected me, etc. And anything else I might want to ask about at my next appointment.

Grocery lists & recipe ideas: mm self explanatory, look man adulting is hard. Every single time I forget to order sour cream with my groceries my soul dies a little more inside. Also, I find that having a preplanned list of what i like and what I want to get next time greatly reduces my panic and anxiety around ordering groceries at all. Especially for my eating disorder peeps.

Job history: I haven't worked in 10 years, but I get tired of scrambling for this information on the spot when I'm applying for anything that wants this info. So I keep a digital record of my job history on my phone.

[these are just some of my own notes, how would you organize yours? What would you add?]

Google also has a calendar widget you can keep right on your home screen to help you keep track of the days. I find this one genuinely useful for when those hard and long dissociation episodes hit, where I find myself losing track of weeks to months on end. I also keep a weather widget with the day and time on my front home screens. Anything to help me keep track of what day it is without doing too much energy is really a good tip to have.

🟢 Manually organize your paperwork

Here is a really niche child abuse thing that no one talks about: were you able to salvage your birth certificate and SSN card from your shitty abusive parents? If not then you can call the DHHS office in your birth city/state and ask for legal copies. But the one thing about being an adult is that you're gonna need to keep track of your documents and paperwork in order to do anything in this world. Let's look at some organizing options:

Get a large storage system specifically for documents. I use a file-fax folder I bought for like $8 at Walmart. Its large, bulky, has multiple folders, and tabs for organizing. You're gonna need something big because sometimes large official documents dont like to be folded in half.

Keep all your mail organized. Do not throw anything away unless it's useless and irrelevant, like spam and junk. Bills, bank statements, official notices, etc. do not throw these away ever. Mark the month and year on the envelope and file them away instead. Why? Because paper trails baby. Some day you're gonna need to backtrack to April 15th, 2016 for some random obscure bullshit you're trying to do now in 2024, and it's gonna be a pain in the ass because goddamn that was 8 fucking years ago what the actual fuck do I do about that now???? And I know we can go paperless in this day and age, but there will come times when you need paper documents for stuff like proving your address, proof of income, etc. So if you're still getting paper docs it's a good idea to keep them stored somewhere safe.

Make extra copies of your ID, birth certificate, and SSN. Keep them safely stored away in your file-fax for when the time comes to use them. You can even take pictures of them in this day and age. Some websites accept photos of your documents. You can keep them stored in a special folder on your phone if you want to go that route.

Other things to store: tax files, W2 forms, life insurance forms if applicable, hospitalization forms, dates of hospitalization, dates of treatments, medication lists, paycheck stubs, etc. Anything important and relevant to your life. File it away safe.

🟢 Make it fun & do something nice for yourself

Look man this shit is hard. Let yourself doodle some random bullshit on your file-fax. Get colorful markers and color code your mail systems. Draw flowers on everything. Or draw comics on your notes. Use memes. Anything to make this shit less exhausting and give you a break. This is hard emotional labor you're doing. Pay yourself in giggles and crayons. Giggle tax. Have you giggled today? It'll help.

Preparing for the stress

🟢 Identify your stressors

What's the hardest part of doing this for you? For me it's the crippling fear and anxiety and paranoia of being out in public. It may be something entirely different for you. Maybe it's just the uncomfortable feeling of being so dissociated and unable to stay grounded? Or maybe it's just really scary to be around authority figures? Or maybe you're just too suicidal to even care anymore? Let's see what kinds of stressors get in the way & how we can prepare for them.

🟢 Preparing before hand: mental stressors

Aka emotional supports:

Prepare your questions. The idea of our digital organization is to easily & immediately jot down things we wanna ask between appointments. By doing this we can compile all of our concerns effortlessly throughout our dissociation fogs. Take some time out before the appointment to go over your questions and prepare your mental dialogues. "I was wondering if I could ask you about-" "Can we talk about-" "I noticed I was having some issues with-" etc.

Ask someone trusted to go with you & talk about it before hand. A friend, family member, or partner you can trust and feel safe with. Maybe even carpool with them to reduce the stress before the appointment. It would be good to discuss how comfortable both of you are with the idea of opening up and sharing these types of things with each other, what the boundaries are between you two, if you'd want them to go in the appointment with you, and also if you'd like them to speak on your behalf if something happens and you're not able to communicate yourself properly. Having someone trusted with you can be a great help with retaining information- double the ears, double the processing. It can also help if you struggle to speak up & advocate for yourself with authority figures. It can be so helpful just having a safe person there with you for emotional support. But it is very important to discuss what you need and what the boundaries are before the appointment, that way everyone stays safe during this process.

Look into case management. Especially if you don't have anyone you feel safe enough to help you manage these things, case managers literally get paid to help you do things like paperwork and attend your appointments. They're also incredibly resourceful and can help you get access to hidden resources, or even just brainstorm other ways to get things done! Theyre incredibly useful for these types of things-- if you can find a good service in your area.

Keep in touch with your providers. I text my therapist literally every other day. She doesn't always respond, and that's okay because half the time I'm just sending her memes anyway bc I'm bored. This is probably an extreme example, but hey, we've been talking for 4 years now. If ya can't bug your therapist then who can ya bug amirite 😩🤧 But it's a good idea to keep in touch with your providers every now and then to keep track of symptoms, recovery, rescheduling, program availabilities, etc. Having a good communication also helps your providers understand your wants and needs better so they can better accommodate you, too. It can also help clear your mind of any worries that might pop up out of the blue.

Know why you're there. Keep in mind these services are there to serve you, not the other way around. You're there because youre taking care of yourself. Keep a small list of things you want and need out of these services to better help you advocate for yourself against the authority figures, and know when it's time to leave and find someone who will listen and take you seriously if you feel you're not being listened to.

Take the comfort items with you. I am a huge fan of taking teddy bears out in public. If it helps you find some sort of comfort during this hard process, then it helps! Nobody should be judging you for that. What sort of items comfort you? Music, fidgets, stim accessories, blankets, there is no right or wrong answer. The only thing you have to do is show up. It doesn't matter how you show up. Just show up.

Troubleshoot with others. Talk to your therapist about what you're feeling and what deeper emotions this is bringing up. Vent to others who can relate and ask for advice, suggestions, and encouragement to make it through.

Remember this is temporary and eventually you will be able to go home again. Your safety zone hasn't vanished, it's there waiting for you all nice and cozy for when you're done. You can make it through this. Just keep swimming.

🟢 Preparing before hand: physical preparations

Aka the reasons why we freeze up & dissociate. These can be really challenging for us to gather the energy to do normally, but I find that having the added stress of responsibilities just makes it worse. Here's some things that might help.

Lay out your clothes & documents the day before: scrounge up a decent outfit. Find your shoes. Find your coat. Find your keys, wallet, and any important paperwork you might need to take with you. Put it all in a pile.

Small hygiene steps. If you can manage even a small wash-up the night before, do it. Rinse ur mouth with mouthwash. Wash ur face. Wear a cap or put your hair in a ponytail or a bun. If even this is too difficult then don't worry about it & try not to be discouraged. Grab the deodorant & spray your clothes with air freshener/perfume. Showing up stinky is still showing up.

Prepare your ride & route weeks before it's time to go. If you're getting a ride from someone else it's best to give lots of notice so schedules can be aligned. If you're driving then it's best to know where the hell you're going and if there's any road work or construction interfering with travel times. Wake up early & leave with considerable time.

Grab a quick and easy breakfast (unless otherwise instructed.) Microwave a burrito. Slab some meat on some bread. Just give your body some energy to work with.

Take some water & chewing gum with you. Invest in some water bottles for traveling with. (Ps juice works too) Gum can help with hygiene. Grab the chap sticks & lip balm if needed.

Give yourself something fun to do or look forward to when you get back. Que up your favorite TV show/movie ready to play for when you get back. Set up some snacks and juice by your sofa. Grab the blankets and pillows and stuffies and games and all the things that bring you joy. Prepare some home comforts for when you get back.

🟢 During & after the appointment

Aka the panic zone:

Remember you are safe. You're not in trouble. This can be a hard thing to grasp if you've never worked on calming your nervous system before. Your body is going to freeze up during these moments because it's a triggering situation. During these moments it's our job to do what we can to nurture that safe space within ourselves. Grab your grounding techniques if you can. Deep breaths, hold your hand over your heart and breathe. You're gonna make it through this.

Slow down and be authentic. Remember you're here to take care of yourself. Unmask and let yourself speak freely. It can be hard to do this because the nature of our trauma is not trusting others with our pains and concerns. Try to remember these people are here to help us, and if they're not listening and helping then you have the right to get up and walk out.

Ask questions. Another one that can be hard to do when you have trauma around authority. But yes, you are absolutely allowed to ask questions when you're not sure of something, need something explained, or need to interject and voice a concern. This is what you need to do for yourself if you want the best possible outcome of whatever it is you're doing. Again, you're not in trouble and you can walk out if you feel like you are. But whenever you need something explained, please try to get out of the habit of just nodding your head and acting like you understand. There is no such thing as a dumb question. This information is important for you to know. The person you're asking is gonna be prepared to answer any and all questions you could possibly have. This can take some time to work on, so be kind to yourself for even trying. You will get there.

Take notes. This is why we have our digital organization, but if you're more adept with pen and paper then bring your planners & notebooks along. Note down anything you feel is important. Ask for a moment to pause while you do so.

Repeat back the information. This is a great way to make sure you're listening and fully understanding what is being said. "Okay just so I understand, you said I need--? Did I get that right?"

Write down any further questions as they come to you. Sometimes we don't always get everything we need during these appointments. That's why we have our organization systems in place. Jot it down the second you think of it. Either during the appointment, after the appointment when you're de-stressing and going back over it, and/or even days or weeks later when you're wondering something new.

Keep the new information organized. This is why we get in the habit of our organization systems and immediately recording new information as soon as its said. Because when you get home, the big bad dissociation monster is gonna drag you back down under. So keep it up to date as soon as possible. Keep your file-fax readily available in your daily life so you can easily store and go through all your documents when you need them. Keep it organized, keep it clean, and keep it safe.

De-stress & go over the information at a later time. Spend some time relaxing when it's over. Readjust back to your comfort zone. It's over, and you did an excellent job getting through. That's enough work for this day. Take the rest of the day off and come back to it later in the week to go over anything you might have missed.

🟢 Give yourself some kudos

Hey man, guess what? YOU MADE IT!! Congratulations 🎉 that was really hard to do!! How would you like to celebrate?? Get some ice cream on the way home. Cry it out. Que up your favorite comfort show. It's over! You did it! You never have to do it again!! (Until the next time) shut up and let yourself have the victory!

So yah another long one but I hope this can help. Stay healthy out there folks 🌸

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I saw that you posted that Yexi took part in the Puppy Interview video, will you ever post about it? Asking for a friend.

Buzzfeed Puppy Interview: Yexi Edition

M: Mingyu | D: Dino | DK: DK | T8: The8 | Y: Yexi

Q: MBTI is currently trending in Korea right now, but how much do you know about your astrology charts?

Y: I know I'm a Sagittarius but that's pretty much the extent of it, but my mom could probably write an entire book with cited sources (laughs)

Q: What is your love language?

Y: Acts of Service, maybe?

M: I would say all of them

Y: I mean...I do like gifts (shrugs and laughs)

Q: What's the funniest Seventeen meme you've seen posted by Carats on the internet?

T8: Yexi collects them and puts them in the group chat

D: No one is safe

Y: Anything DK or Seungkwan related I guess because I have more of those two than anyone else in the group

DK: She'll even send some of herself

Y: I'm all about self-deprecation

Q: What would you want people to think of when they hear "Seventeen" 100 years from now?

Y: Talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show-stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique, completely never been done before.

Buzzfeed: was that the Lady Gaga meme?

Y: Yes, but it's still my answer

Q: What would you name these puppies?

Y: (Points to each one) Mine. Mine. Mine. annnnnd Mine

Q: If you could speak to your teenage self, what would you say?

Y: Eat the extra helping because it won't be there with 13 boys around. Also, don't believe all the Korean translations your members tell you.

All: (Laughs)

D: That was one time!

Y: Maybe with you, but there were others

T8: You did it to me!

Y: Shhhhh, next question!

Q: Every member seems to be working out quite often. What's a must-have song for the gym playlist?

Y: Anything Seventeen, but lately it's probably Cheers and Hype Boy by New Jeans. Listen to them if you haven't!

Q: What are some songs from your older discography that you think newer Carats should listen to?

Y: All of them, next question.

All: (laughs)

Q: If you could only do dark or cute concepts for the rest of your career, which would you choose?

Y: Dark. I mean I like our cute concepts but some of my favorite performances are for our darker concepts.

Q: What phone app do you use the most?

Y: Melon and Youtube, I listen to a lot of music but when I just wanna relax I'll usually watch Youtube

M: You also watch a lot of Netflix

T8: You binged an entire show on the flight here

Y: Okay, fine, (laughs) Netflix too.

Q: Out of the foods you've tried so far while on tour, which one would you choose as your favorite?

Y: We usually eat Korean food on tour whenever we can (laughs) but whenever we come to California the first stop is always In-n-Out.

Q: You have to form a new unit! Who would you choose and what would you call it?

Y: Everyone here, the puppy unit (laughs)

D: Mingyu is our leader

T8: (laughs)

Y: Our unit is doomed.

M: Hey!

Q: Do you have any personal goals unrelated to Seventeen?

Y: I just want me and my members to live happily and stay healthy.

All: (noises of agreement)

Q: Carats have been getting creative with their concert signs. Are there any signs that stood out that you still remember?

Y: Honestly there are so many. We have a section in our concert before the encore where they pan into the audience and show their signs and I always sit and watch it as soon as I'm done changing. It's one of my favorite parts because we, unfortunately, can't see all of them.

D: if you try to change before Yexi she'll throw a fit because she hates missing it.

Q: What was the most difficult situation you faced during your debut?

Y: Being the only girl in our lineup definitely put a lot of pressure on me, I felt like I had to prove that I belonged in our group. There was a lot of doubt with the public, but eventually, I think I won people over with my hard work and charming personality.

M: Yexi brings a lot to the group that she hadn't had the chance to show in the beginning but now she's been able to show that not only can she perform but she can produce for Seventeen and others and even works with one of our members and our choreographer to make choreography for all of us.

T8: She's always worked really hard and I think she felt like she had the most to prove during our debut. Seventeen wouldn't be Seventeen without Yexi.

DK: In the beginning, she would stay after our official practice was over and would continue to practice even though she was still in school at the time.

D: We've always been proud of her.

Y: Awww guys, you're gonna make me cry!

Q: Which k-pop group would you want to see do the puppy interview next?

Y: Our other members for sure, I'm hoping I can talk one of them into letting me have one.

All: (laughs)

DK: Wonwoo will shut you down.

Y: I will sway him.... someday.

Taglist: @multiplums @giverosespls @sunflower-0180 @smoooore @kimhyejin3108 @enhacolor @wcsterias

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adhd-trademark · 1 year

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⚠️💥ATTENTION💥⚠️

Do I have your attention?

Hopefully.

This is a message to hellcheers, steddies, anti-hellcheers, anti-steddies, and anyone who attacks grace van dien online.

I might be a hellcheer myself, but trust me hellcheers, that does NOT mean you are safe from this either whatsoever.

I dont know about you guys, but I am sick and tired of all the toxicity all of us are spreading. Actually, not all of us. There are people in each of these groups (except those of you who attack grace online, I have a message for you later) who are amazing and kind and genuine pleasures to talk to and be around. I'd like to think that I'm one of them, but I'm not going to make that decision. But back to the earlier topic: there are good people in these fandoms/groups. Which brings us to my first point. We need to stop assuming the worst of each other. There are so many stereotypes of each of us, and usually they are just based off of the actions of a few people in the fandom. Example: one person who ships blahblahblah is racist/homophobic/etc, and now the people who ship lalala think all people who ship blahblahblah are racist/homophobic/etc. Now I'm not saying there arent bad people who just say genuinely terrible things in all of these fandoms. Fellow hellcheers directly, specifically the ones doing these things (you probably know who you are), you make me embarrassed to be in the fandom. Honestly. It doesnt matter who said what first or what someone's opinion is, dont be like that, period. This applies to everyone, I just wanted my fellow hellcheers to know that they arent entirely innocent either. No one is. Unless you are one of those genuinely nice people. If you are, I love you guys, no matter which ship you like. But seriously, we can all be better. We are all probably about 14 and older. We're practically adults, almost. We should act like ones. The way you SHOULD talk about an opinion in ships is with respect for the other person's opinion. It's supposed to be sharing points of view, not telling people they are crazy or weird or homophobic or racist or anything else like that if they like something you dont. If we cant act like adults, I think our best option is to simply ignore each other. Get out of each others tags for good. Stop looking for fights. To sum this first argument up, respect each others opinions, act like adults, dont assume something about someone based on what a minority (or even if it is a majority, it doesnt matter) said or did. If we cant do that, we just ignore each other. Leave each other alone. Thank you.

If you are a hellcheer, anti-hellcheer, steddie, anti-steddie, basically anyone who hasn't ever in their life harassed or said something bad publicly about grace van dien, i love you guys! You can go. Have an amazing day. 😊

If you are the people who sit on the safety of their stained futons furiously harassing and talking bad about grace online, publicly, I'm addressing you now.

It's ridiculous. Grace played a character for 14 minutes on a show where all she did in the end was die. Why do you care so much about ruining her career and hurting her? For those of you who like Joseph Quinn and are here, you realize if you said any of this crap about grace to him he would hate you, right? Hes been her number one supporter since all of you started and since the on set harassment issues. And the fact that you can find nothing better to do other than sit on your phone and try to ruin the life of an actress who never hurt you whatsoever is absurd and mildly hilarious, honestly. You guys are adults too. Grow up. The fact that a 16 y.o girl has to come on this app and tell you how to be decent human beings is really, really sad. Reflect on your actions and do better, people.

Have a nice day.

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Do you have any plans for tomorrow? Just need to take the dogs to the vet, but apart from that I can do whatever I want. I'm really happy I don't have any events tomorrow – my first free Sunday in over a month :( Sucks that I cheer for the bare minimum now but such is work and such is life.

What's the longest movie you've ever seen? Gone with the Wind is like 2 minutes shy of being 4 hours long.

What movies did you watch a lot as a kid? I watched Toy Story constantly. To this day it's still one of my favorite kids' movies.

How many rooms are in your home? If you mean bedrooms, we have four.

Do you ever experience imposter syndrome? Yeah, little bit.

What was the last place you rode to in a car? Traveled quite a bit today actually! I was driver to my sister and her friends today as they had a girls' day out – I brought them to Salcedo for their lunch, then separately I needed to drive to BGC to show up briefly for an event a client was having (the work wasn't intense; I just dropped by to make sure things were going well).

Do you have a PayPal account? If so, how often do you use it? I have but I never use it. I've never understood how it works so I just stopped trying to learn lol. Whenever I need to deal with international monies I just course it through my dad's cc.

Are you cold right now? No. The aircon's on but the temperature is just right – chilly enough that I'm super comfortable, but not too cold that I need a blanket or can't focus on this survey.

How old will you be at your next birthday? I'll be 26.

Before this one, when was the last time you took a survey? A little bit after lunch.

Can you skip rope? Sure. I'm not nearly as good as I used to be since my body feels heavier now, but I can still definitely do sets.

Have you ever participated in a charity fundraising event? I've taken part in fundraisers, but not events altogether.

What is your hair like at the moment? It's in a half ponytail, but I'll give a bigger shoutout to its texture(?) – it's a lot less frizzy today since I was in air conditioned spots all day hehe :)

Do you like cucumber? No.

What do you like and dislike about your job? (or your last job) I like the freebies, the cool shit I get to launch, the regular opportunities to see celebrities, and the semi-regular opportunities to work with K-pop artists/campaigns. I hate the hours, the regular disrespect for boundaries, and the unpredictability of clients/brands I handle.

Have you ever had a dream job? If so, did you give up on it, and why? Or do you happen to have that dream job? My dream job in the grand scheme of things is to do WWE PR, and while I'm not quite there and the chances getting there are quite bleak, I'm still nonetheless in the same industry.

What's the last sitcom you watched? Friends.

What car did your parents or guardian drive when you were growing up? The first car they had was a black Mitsubishi Lancer. When they upgraded a few years after, they still went with another Lancer – but a newer model, and it was initially blue for a few years until they had it painted to white.

Do you have milk in your fridge right now? What kind? I think we may have a carton at the moment, but idk what type.

Are you left or right handed? Right.

If you have your ears pierced, how old were you when you got them done? I was a few months old.

Do you have any other piercings? No, just the one on my ears.

What was the last thing you wrote down in the notes app on your phone? Headline options for the press release I was drafting yesterday. I silently brainstorm 24/7 and I happened to think of two catchy phrases while having lunch, so I needed to type them down before I forget about them.

Have you ever been on a winery tour? Nope.

When was the last time you were hungover? May was the last time I had a particularly bad hangover.

Do you still have Facebook? If so, how often do you check it? Yes, it's the most popular social media where I live. I check mine everyday just to keep updated on news and if there are new dog rescues that need to be funded so I can donate.

Are you wearing your favourite colour today? Nope, I don't have anything in purple today.

Would you ever want to visit South Korea? I'd love to go back but it comes with feelings guardedness(?). Koreans are notoriously racist towards Filipinos, especially the older generation who seems to see us as below humans.

Racism makes people so weird and gross and annoying.

How many times in your life have you been in love? Once.

Do you like your name? Yes.

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