#i'm an only child as well. i don't know what i'm saying

[6ix9inewiturmom]

The Scare- Chris Sturniolo

Summary: you end up having one of the biggest pregnancy scares of your life while chris is in boston

Warnings: Cursing, Crying, use of Y/N, talks of sex, taking a pregnancy test

A/n: may be tmi but lowkey relate to this so this was easy to write LMFAOO, ENJOY

PSA: DO NOT USE MY WORK FOR “inspiration” OR ANYTHING ELSE!!

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Chris has been in Boston for the last 2 weeks, and he's finally coming home. I decided to shower and shave before he came home because that man is the most sexually active 20-year-old I've ever met, the Facetime sex at 3 am for him isn't nearly enough to satisfy both of our needs.

After my hour-long shower, I'm digging through my shared bathroom with Chris in an attempt to find my body lotion to prevent my dry ass skin in this heat when I find my box of tampons, which got me thinking I haven't had a period in a while and Chris and I aren't the safest people when it comes to sex because neither of us can even remember to put a condom on, it always fucks up my mood.

“Shit,” I say to my self.

Chris and I are only 20 and with his career there's no fucking way in HELL we can have a kid or even raise a kid, I am nowhere near ready to raise an actual child.

I open my Flo app and see the little circle that's normally red is grey ‘1 week late’

“Shit shit shit,” I say out loud again, panicking.

I can't keep it from him, he's gonna see the pregnancy test in the trash. Would he be mad if I kept it from him? Should I just tell him? Should I go to Tara?

After about 30 minutes of standing in the bathroom looking at the message in my phone, panicking about what to do, I just decided I was gonna tell Chris, he loves me, and we've talked about having kids way later in life anyway, he couldn't be mad.

I finally built up the courage and got dressed in a pair of tight ripped jeans and a baby tee, with some Converse, and sat on the couch waiting for Chris to come home going through Tiktok and whatever else was on my phone.

“BABY IM HOME” Chris yells from the stairs

I squeal in excitement as I spot Chris and run towards him. Jumping into his arms, he effortlessly lifts me, allowing me to wrap my legs around his waist.

“Umm Y/N there are other people here too you know? Also, Chris get out of the fucking way so we can fucking put our shit down” Nick says in annoyance.

“Well hello to you too Nick,” I say jumping out of Chris’ arms moving out of the doorway, and letting Matt and Nick come inside the house.

“Sorry babes, we've all been up since about 6 am Boston time trying to catch our flight we almost missed because your fucking boyfriend wouldn't get the hell out of bed” Nick replies sending me a soft smile and giving me a soft hug.

“To be fair none of us went to bed at a decent time, mom was making sure we had everything packed so we didn't leave anything behind” matt defends.

“Thank you, Matt, now Y/N do you wanna take a nap? I know we were gonna go out to dinner but I'm very fucking jet lagged and kinda just want to order dinner and watch movies with you” Chris wraps his arms around my waist nuzzling his head between my neck as my hands rest on his shoulders.

“Thats fine with me i don't mind” i pull away from his embrace and smile at him.

Chris grabs his luggage and my hand and guides me to our shared bedroom. As we enter the room he seats his luggage down and plops on the bed letting out a groan of frustration.

“I have missed this damn bed, don't ask me how I slept in that bed at my mom's house for god knows how long because this one is so much more comfortable,” Chris says adjusting the way he's laying to rest his head down on the pillows. “Now after 2 weeks of no sex and just my right hand, I'm gonna need to fuck the ever-loving shit out of you” he smirks at me patting his lap and signaling me to sit on it.

“Yeah so about that” give him an awkward smile “So I didn't know how to approach this to you, 'cause you know we're not the most responsible sexually active humans” I start babbling getting nervous of his reaction based on the puzzled look on his face.

“Y/N what the hell are you getting at? cause if you don’t wanna have sex with me right now that’s fine just say that, but considering our last facetime call the constant ‘oh chris i need your cock’ was really misleading to me” he says with a puzzled faced.

“Chris i’m late” i breathe out.

“late for what? did we have reservations for dinner? did you have something for work?” he says with frustration in his voice.

“No Chris my period, I'm late, my period is LATE, I'm 1 week late today,” I say aggressively from his lack of acknowledgement.

“wait we haven’t had sex in 2 weeks? i’m confused” he sits up moving to the edge of the bed.

“last time we had sex i was ovulating, remember when i told you like a while ago that if im ovulating means im FERTILE?” i say in frustration.

“Fuck” he runs his fingers through his hair “Did you take a test? Do you know for sure that you are pregnant?” he questions

“No, and no, I didn't wanna take a test without you, and I for SURE didn't wanna hide it from you,” I say softly sitting next to him on the bed.

“So why the hell are you freaking out now? You don't know for sure that you are” he asks placing his head in his hands.

“Because you and I are nowhere near ready for a fucking kid Chris, your career, and my inability to even fucking care for myself some days, yeah there's no fucking way I can care for a child who can't even speak on its emotions, Chris” I stand up out of frustration and start pacing.

I can tell Chris obviously got upset with my statement about our ability to care for a child but i was stressed and honestly wasn't thinking.

"I want you to know that I care about you deeply, Y/N. If you are indeed pregnant, please know that I will do everything in my power to support you and our child. Even if it means giving up my career, I will do it willingly. Let's go get a pregnancy test and we can talk about everything else later, okay? I am here for you, and I will always be." he says, his voice filled with empathy and understanding as he gently cups my cheeks in his hands, rubbing them softly up and down and warm smile spreads across his face.

As our eyes meet, a warm smile spreads across his face and I can't help but return it. He takes my hand in his and gently guides me towards the living room, his grip firm yet gentle. The coolness of his skin against mine sends shivers down my spine.

“Girl, were you guys arguing? Normally after we come home from Boston it's all ‘Oh Chris more, more’ typically a traumatic event” Nick says mocking me with a smile plastered across his face.

“Y/N and I are running to CVS so well be back in a little,” Chris says walking him and me down the stairs and to my car.

The drive to CVS was filled with a bunch of conversations and laughter, talking about if I was pregnant how we would raise our child, and Chris talking about the dad jokes he's gonna have, and considering he's a triplet he carries the genetic that I'm probably gonna twins or triplets.

“How many of these things do we need? What brand is best? why are there so many options?” Chris says holding 3 boxes of pregnancy tests and struggling to figure out which one to pick “fuck it why don't we buy all of them and use one pack tonight then we'll have the extra on hand in case our irresponsibility gets the best of us” he continues.

Chris and I walked up to the front counter and dropped the boxes of tests. The worker behind the counter took a look at the tests and then looked back at us, giving us a fake smile. After ringing up the purchase, we made our way to my car.

“So do you think you are pregnant?” Chris says breaking the silence.

“I mean normally my cycles are normal and a week late is not normal at all but it could be my hormones changing or something, but I do wanna make sure,” I say glancing at Chris nervously biting his nails.

“You were right about how irresponsible we are with our sex lives but when we first started fucking we knew the risk of everything and I mean our kids would be pretty cute,” he says placing his hand on my leg and rubbing a small circle with his thumb.

Chris and I pulled up into the driveway. As we got out of the car, he held my hand tightly and carried the CVS bag in the other hand as we made our way into the house and up the staircase.

“did you get any snacks?” Nick says eating a bowl of popcorn on the couch with Matt watching the most random movie on Netflix.

“Uhm no I just got a couple of personal things” I say nervously holding up the bag and sending a warm smile to Nick.

Chris and I pretty much B lined to the bathroom, anxiously “So which one do we use?” Chris says looking down at the boxes.

“Just give me the one that says Clearblue” i say softly laughing as Chris opens the box for me and inspects it before handing me the little stick.

“Do you want me to hold the stick while you piss? I'm sorry I have no idea how these things work” he says laughing allowing his back to slide down the wall and sit with his back against the shower door.

“Chris it's fine i know how to use these, believe me my friends in highschool weren't the most responsible either” I say laughing beginning to pee on the little white and blue stick.

“So how long do we wait?” Chris says helping me take a seat on the floor next to him.

“5 minutes” I breathe out setting a 5-minute timer on my phone and leaning my head against the shower door.

As we sat in the bathroom, waiting for the pregnancy test to show its result, the silence felt palpable. It wasn't an awkward silence, but rather a deafening one that seemed to fill the entire room. With just the two of us present, we anxiously waited for the five minutes to pass.

“Would it be a bad thing if I wanted it to be positive?” Chris chuckles.

“I wouldn't necessarily say a bad thing, there's a part of me that kind of wants it to be positive too” i smile back at Chris.

The alarm on my phone quickly broke the once-loving moment sending us into a panic. Chris and I stand up walking to the counter.

“Wait should we film it in case you are then we could always have it if you could be pregnant?” Chris’ gaze softens as he looks at me.

“Chris not the time” I softly laugh out.

“Right,” he nods smiling back at me. “WAIT” he grabs my hand “Whatever happens, I love you,” he says in a serious tone.

With a warm smile, I gaze lovingly at him and reciprocate his affectionate words, "I love you too Christopher." However, my attention is quickly drawn towards the counter where the pregnancy test lays face down, taunting my nerves. With trembling hands, I muster up the courage to pick it up and slowly turn it around to face me, my heart pounding in anticipation of the result.

‘Not Pregnant’

“YES, MORE CREAMPIES” Chris shrieks wrapping his arms around my waist and picking me up, and spinning me around as I giggle out of excitement.

He carefully seats me down back flat on my feet. Our moment was quickly interrupted by both Nick and Matt barging through the door.

“ARE YOU GUYS- wait is that a pregnancy test? Y/N ARE YOU PREGNANT?” Nick yelled as Matt's eyes widened at the little blue stick in my hands.

“Please for the love of god, I don't want a little Chris running around, or two, or even three” Matt places his hand on his forehead.

“No she is not” Chris chuckles at the boys’ comment.

“THANK YOU,” matt and nick say in unison.

“Wrap it before you tap it next time Chris,” Nick says walking away and back to the living room.

“Now I'll say it again, after 2 weeks of Facetime sex I would like to absolutely fuck your brains out” Chris says smirking down at me.

“Please do” I smile as he picks me up gripping the backs of my thighs as my legs wrap around his waist leading me to the bedroom.

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A/N pt 2: I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THISSSSSS AND TYSM TO @cosmicmistake42069 FOR THIS INSPIRATION!!

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[luviemax]

a dream with a football player- oneshot

a/n: loook who the cat dragged in (me), song inspo here

-> jude bellingham x female!reader, no physical descriptions of reader, all photos taken from pinterest

warnings: half smau and half fic, reader has a bsf named audrey who's obsessed w football, reader has a grandma, google translated spanish.... and lets just pretedn the photo at the end isn't from american football....

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yourspamaccount location: Valencia, Spain

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yourspamaccount: guys... i'm lowk tweaking rn... i had this dream with this super cute guy in it and i'm worried i'll NEVER find him again... #saveme... anyways i only have like a few more days at grandma's beach house so i'll make the most of it while i'm still here ig :(

audreycore: DON'T WORRY BABE WE'LL FIND HIM FOR U -> yourspamaccount: PLEASE! I NEED MY MANZ

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"Okay," Audrey begins, setting her bag down onto a spare chair at table the two of you are sitting at, "Try and describe him to me." "Well..." You wistfully sigh, beginning to skim through the menu of the beachside restaurant the two of you are at, "he had these beautiful brown eyes, and he was tall," you inhale sharply, and begin to whisper-yell at your best friend, "Audrey. He was like, kinda tall. He was like, above 6 feet tall. Maybe 6'1", give or take?" Audrey lets out a low whistle. "That's pretty good. He fits your criteria," Audrey trails on, looking at the menu herself, "Tall, pretty eyes... Oh, what was he wearing?" "A jersey of some type," your eyebrows knit together, trying to piece together whatever happened in your dream the previous night, "Maybe he plays sports? The shirt was white, and there was some sort of symbol on it..." You trail on, trying to put together your thoughts. "Go on then, maybe I'll know something," Audrey chuckles to herself for a moment before going on, "Wouldn't it be absolutely wicked if you capture the heart of some football player and I'll get the best seats for every match?" She chuckles, "Well, rest assured, in the infinitesimal chance that whatever you've described to me happens, I'll make it work," You continue, "It seemed like a round symbol? Like circular, maybe? And the colours were yellow and blue, if I'm not mistaken.... And, oh! There was a crown on top of the entire circle situation." You purse your hands together, satisfied of the detailed explanation you've pieced together. Audrey simply sits there with her mouth agape. "Dude," she sighs, "you're talking about Jude Bellingham, aren't you?" You simply tilt your head in confusion. Although football has such an intense influence over the population of Spain, you haven't lived here before, and you were simply here to indulge in the picturesque summer scene in Valencia with your grandma at her beach house. Audrey picks up on your confusion, and snatches her phone out of her bag, and begins to furiously type something into her phone. Then, she slides the mobile device over to you across the table, and your jaw drops. There he was, in all his glory, the man, quite literally, from your dreams. With a gummy like smile and twinkling eyes, he was, quite literally, everything you could wish for. But then... you look at his follower count, with a whopping 30.4 million followers. "Look at how many followers he has," You whine, almost like a petulant child, "I have no chance." "Hey..." Audrey starts, taking her phone back from your grasp, "Never say never. To be fair, you have a better chance than the rest of the crowd. You're near Madrid. He lives in Madrid. It's not that enormous of a place. There's always a chance that you'll bump into him somewhere." You simply sigh in response. "Don't feed my delusions, Auds."

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yourspamaccount: good news guys: we found the guy from my dream! bad news: he has 30.4 million other side hoes...

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For the most part, you're just minding your own business. There aren't many days left in Valencia for you; as much as you love this sunny, safe refuge, it's quite impossible for you to stay here forever and just abandon all your responsibilities, It's not that your grandma hasn't offered though, she's tried to coerce you into staying here in this beachy paradise with her, but you simply can't accept. You have too many things back home, whether it be work or school, it'd just be too much. You might just take her up on the offer though, only later. Aimlessly, you roam the streets of Valencia. You observe the bustling crowd, the energetic children, the dads who are playing sports on the sandy shore, and the moms who are catching up on their tans and gossiping about whatever it is. That's when your daydreams are interrupted by a light tap on your shoulder. "Lo siento, discúlpame..." (sorry, excuse me...) The freaking Jude football guy who was in your dream comes up to you, albeit in slightly broken Spanish. You're starstruck for a second, but you quickly snap back into reality. "Hiya, can I help with anything?" You reply to him using English, sensing that he was probably more fluent in the language. "Oh my goodness," He breathes out a sigh of relief, "Thank God you can speak English. I don't think my Spanish would've gotten me anywhere at all," he laughs, and you let out a chuckle at his joke too, "Do you know where this place is, by any chance? I just can't seem to get the GPS working..." He shows you an address, and you immediately recognise it as a restaurant which you frequented with your family as a child. "Oh, absolutely!" You try and keep your cool, hoping that you aren't being too forward, "I could totally help you there. I used to go there all the time as a kid." "Really?" He smiles gratefully at you, "Are you sure that won't be too much trouble?" "Absolutely," You reassure him, "Alright, follow me..."

At first, the walk is filled with some sort of tentative, nervous silence. You're anxious to break the ice, but thankfully, Jude does it for you. "So, I never caught your name amidst all of that chaos..." He trails off, fiddling with his fingers. "Ah," You chuckle, "Y/N. You?" You turn slightly to face him, and tilt your head slightly to meet his eyes. "Y/N," He repeats, as if he's testing the taste of your name on his tongue, "Pretty name for a pretty girl. I'm Jude." "Very nice to meet you Jude." You smile at him, and then nod as you steadily go straight ahead, eyes diverted to the ground, trying to hide the warm flush that's beginning to spread on your cheeks. "So..." He starts, kicking loose gravel from beneath his feet, "What brings you to Valencia?" "Ah," a smile graces your face at the thought of your grandmother, "my grandma has a beach house here. I usually come here during the summer to just relax." "I see," Jude nods insightfully, "so you're not from around here?" "Well, I was technically born here, but my parents and I moved away to Florence when I was young for my dad's work," You shrug, "What about you? What brings you to Madrid?" "Ah," his lips press together to form a tight line, "Just some work stuff. Contractually, I'm obligated to stay here." "You don't sound happy about that." You let out a soft laugh, a quirk an eyebrow at him. "Nah," he begins, shrugging his shoulders in a half-hearted motion, "it's not that bad here, but I think that because I'm not so good at Spanish, I've found it a little hard to adjust. And I think I'm just homesick, really." "Yeah, I get that," you nod, sympathising with him, "What part of the UK are you from?" "Stourbridge," He replies, "you probably haven't heard of it. It's further West." "Ah, I see," you stop, as you approach the restaurant, "Oh shit." You cringe. "What's wrong?" Jude jogs up to you from a little further behind. "It's closed," You sigh, looking defeatedly at a handwritten sign that's been posted, "the lady who runs the place went to Bali for her son's wedding." "Damn," he sighs, "I'm hungry. But that's nice for her, I guess." "You know what?" You take a leap of courage. "What is it, Y/N?" When he says your name, your heart skips a beat, and butterflies begin to swell in your tummy, warm and fluttering. "Just follow me." You take his, much larger, hand in your own, and lead him to a place which you've come to know as one of your favourites on this entire earth.

"Oh my goodness." Jude is in awe as you guide him to the pier of the beach, staring at the twinkling fairy lights strung up, with the vacantly setting sun in the background. "Yeah," You smile, "Come on, take a seat." You gesture your hand to a small booth, one that's been labelled yours. "Cariño!" (sweetheart)Your grandmother calls out, walking over from the entrance of her restaurant. "Hola abuela." (hello grandma) You stand up to greet her, kissing her cheeks. "Ah, and this must be your friend?" Your grandmother switches to English, walking over to your table. "Abuela, this is Jude," He stands up to greet her, basically towering over her, "And Jude, this is my grandmother." "Hola, it's very nice to meet you." Jude gives your grandma a smile, and extends a hand for her to shake. "It's lovely to meet you too, Jude," your grandma smiles, "any friend of Y/N is a friend of mine. Let me get you two some menus." Before she departs, however, she whispers a few words in your ear, "Él es muy apuesto, muy alto tambien!" (he's very handsome, very tall too!) "Abuela!" You exclaim, a pink tint covering your cheeks, before you playfully swat her arm and chase her away. Her delighted laugh simply echoes as she walks away. Soon enough, the two of you place your orders, and eagerly await for a warm, homecooked meal.

"So," you start, and take a small sip of the lemonade that's been served to you, "You said something about living here for work?" He scratches the back of his head in response, "Yeah, wait, I'm so sorry, but you seriously don't know who I am?" You hum, too preoccupied with sipping your drink, "Not really. Only vaguely. My best friend, Audrey, told me who you were. She's a big football enthusiast, but I'm more a motorsport fan myself." He clicks his tongue. "Ah, I see." You giggle at the prospect of telling him about your dream, and although you thought it was quiet enough for him not to hear, he manages to catch it. "What is it?" He questions you, quirking his head to the side. "It's probably going to be really stupid." You sigh. "It's fine." He smiles. "You're going to find me weird after." "Hm, probably not." He traces his fingers along the rim of his cup.

"Today wasn't the first time I've seen you." You begin, testing the waters. "Well, you've probably seen me on billboards and all... I am kinda famous around here after all..." He jokes, which makes you let out a laugh. "A few days back, I had this dream, and it was by the beach which is outside my grandma's place. And I was having the greatest time. The sun was setting, and my toes were just touching the water. But the best part was that I wasn't alone. I was with this guy, and he was tall, and he had the most mesmirising brown eyes...." You're too nervous to meet his gaze, so you begin to gaze beyond the pier, into the vacant distance. But before you know it, he's next to you, and his fingers are on your chin, gently guiding your face back to his direction. "Wanna go recreate it?"

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[astromaxi]

Hi!! I saw your post about being open to req's and was wondering if you could do a yandere jjk x reader one!

Snow leopard hybrid gojo would not leave my mind and i've been rotating a scenario in my head about reader smelling a bit too much of other men. But they aren't dating and gojo's is starting to go insane about it and so confronts reader bout it.

i mean you could do it without satoru being a hybrid, i don't really mind. i'm just craving for a yan gojo rn

I AM SO SORRY THIS IS LATE

HOLY SHIT- SCHOOL SUCKS

BUT I'M ALMOST DONE YAY

Warnings: slightly possessive Gojo, crappy writing, maybe full on possessive Gojo, Gojo having a scent kink thing, so mdi (?) 18+ (?), Gojo really loving your smell and but also calling you smelly (I’m scening a slight theme with my writing…)

As always lmk if I miss anything and this isn’t proof read so grammar mistakes 🫶

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Fem reader!

‘Jesus Christ I want to quit my job’ was all that was running through my head as I walked up the sets to my home, my feet crying out for relaxation after the horrible treatment of a 9-hour shift. All I want to do right now is to curl up in my bed and cry.

I open my front door, and at the same time, my phone starts to ring off. Huffing I close the door and set down my bag, I awkwardly shuffle through my pockets to see ‘Gojo’ lighting up my screen. An exaggerated sign escapes my lips as I answer the call. “Hello?” My horse voice spoke out, “I’m coming over! I see you off of work” a very happy Gojo responded to me, I looked down at my disgusting work clothes and the overall quality of how I felt, “Gojo- look, I don’t feel like hanging-“ “Great! I’ll be over in 5 minutes.” Was all I heard before the abrupt sound of the call being hanged up. I roughly made my way to my bathroom, if Gojo is coming over might as well look decent.

The thing with Gojo is, that he has been becoming increasingly clingy to me. Especially knowing days when I have work it’s almost as if there’s some sort of thing growing inside himself. I tend to brush him off whenever he buries his head into the crook of my neck, his long lengthy arms curled tightly around my stomach, or when he invites himself to stay the night but insists that I wear his clothes. I brush it off as Gojo being himself as he is usually very overly touching with everyone in his life- but sometimes- sometimes, it feels a little off.

I sighed as I heard my front door opening and closing I wrapped a large towel around my body. I run my fingers through my wet hair as I cringe at it being tangled up. I slip on an old hoodie and a pair of shorts, using the towel to dry my hair I set out of the bathroom and I’m immediately pushed against the wall nearby. My vision gets clouded by a mop of white hair and twitching light grey ears, as Gojo buries his head into the crook of my neck.

“Mm-Gojo!” I yelp in surprise as I place my hands on his solid chest trying to move him off of me

Keyword: trying

Gojo slips his hands down my arms, creating goosebumps in his wake as he grabs my hands with his own and places them around his midsection. His own hands find home on my hips as I feel an aggressive sign flow out of him. “M’ not Gojo, it’s ’Toru to you” his voice is horsed, and Gojo buries his head more into my neck- if that’s even physically possible. “You smell like other guys.” Gojo bluntly says,

I raise my eyebrows at him, my hands are mindlessly playing with his Snow White hair. “What do you mean ‘Toru?” I ask, the man-child before me lets out a groan. He raises his head from my neck and stares at me with his ocean-blue eyes. My heartbeat picks up as I feel my face heat up. Wordless Gojo tilts his head to the side, his eyes turn to something more obsessive. His pale hands travel up my body to cup my face, the air in my lungs gets stuck in there.

“You smell. Every day, every single day you always smell and it’s driving me insane.” He leans into me, our lips inches apart as his eyes dart down to my lips. “You should only smell like me, only be with me. I can give you so much baby.” His right-hand caresses the side of my face. I shake my head

“ ‘Toru you..” I let out a shaky sigh “You don’t want-“ “I know exactly what I want baby.” Gojo cuts me off, his breath growing more aggressive.

His lips move to the shell of my ear. “I want, no- need you baby. I need it so badly you don’t even know the depth of it” he whispers in my ear as he goes back to face me. “You need me to, I’ll prove it to you.” I nodded my head, allured to the words Gojo was feeding me, our lips connected as he immediately pressed the kiss. His arms cage me against this wall. My knees feel like they are going to give out.

“I’m going to show you just how much I need you baby.”

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A/n: this isn’t really that yandere, kinda forgot about that while writing this LMAO

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[sydneyyuu]

The squad meeting your baby

(>original picture source<)

☘️𝆤࿚࿙𝆤𝆤࿚۶ৎ𝆤࿙𝆤𖹭𝆤࿚𝆤۶ৎ࿙𝆤𝆤࿚࿙𝆤☘️

Finally some free time away from battle, the news was already out that you and Levi had your baby, already everyone was desperate to get a look at them, it's taken so long to get the chance. People were surprised you had the baby since some believed an Ackerman is extremely hard to look after while pregnant. But again it's just people making assumptions. Eren, Mikasa and Armin were one of the first to meet the little one. Levi didn't want them to touch his child but he knows he's being extremely protective. They walk in to see the 12 month old sitting on your lap, wearing a blue onesie, he was all warm and snuggled as Levi was wiping his little ones hands, mumbling.

Levi: "if you turn out to be a messy eater then daddy won't be happy with you.."

You smiled as Levi spoke, you then heard the gasps of fellow soldiers and friends at the door, Armin, Mikasa and Eren all looked over and slowly walked in.

Armin: "oh wow...I I just couldn't believe this was real.."

They walked in and you smiled, Mikasa looked very amused, crouching down. Eren was still frozen in shock.

The Ackerman gene overpowered everything else, your little baby boy has bright blue eyes and black hair, though he had your features and definitely your personality. You handed the little one over to Mikasa and she held him, she smiled as he was wriggling in her grasp to touch her hair

Mikasa: w-well I never thought you'd guys actually have a child...well...Levi anyway.

Levi: you'll be amazed at how I've changed..

Y/n: changed only a little..

Levi: what was that?

Y/n: nothing love~

He stared and Eren Walked in, sitting next to you, Mikasa let the little one crawl onto Eren. Though Eren looked terrified for some reason. You all looked over and saw your baby giving Eren a stare...a good solid death stare..

Eren: safe to say...it is the captain's baby..

You started laughing because he definitely looked like Levi when doing that stare. The small hands of your son traveled up and smacked Eren on the head a couple of times.

Y/n: ah! Oh no no don't do that!

You took your little one off him since you didn't want "little Levi" starting fights.

Eren: it's fine y/n...trust me I'm used to it.

Levi: no no, put him back. He needs to learn to hit and punch.

Y/n: he already has your strength he doesn't need anymore.

Levi's eyebrows pointed down and he looked at his son, his little body shuffled around and saw his dad making an angry face, so he copied. Everyone started giggling and laughing. It was very scary none the less...Levi picked him up and held his son against his chest. Those little hands reached up but were stopped by Levi's finger which was now being squeezed in the little ones hands.

Levi: "oi, not that hard you little shit.."

You sighed and sat back, everyone watched as Levi interacted with his son.

"e-eh no!"

A little voice spoke out, quite high pitched and demanding.

Levi: "no? You're going to break Daddy's finger.."

"ah."

The little one nodded aggressively and everyone laughed. Levi placed a kiss on the small one's head.

☘️𝆤࿚࿙𝆤𝆤࿚۶ৎ𝆤࿙𝆤𖹭𝆤࿚𝆤۶ৎ࿙𝆤𝆤࿚࿙𝆤☘️

#attack on titan #levi ackerman #shingeki no kyojin #levi ackerman x reader #headcanons #captain levi #levi #levi aot #levi ackerman x female reader #aot levi ackerman

[idkwhattoputhereidontknow]

Child!Yuu in Twisted Wonderland!

Here is a little link if you want to know a little more about this Yuu. https://www.tumblr.com/Little Yuu ideas! \^o^/ This is just how I think it would go when my Child!Yuu enters Twisted Wonderland!

"Yuu?"

"YUU?!"

A familiar voice snapped Yuu out of their thoughts. "Yeah?" Yuu says lifting their head to make eye contact with the owner of the voice, Yuu's close friend, Ava, "Ya gonna eat that?" Ava is pointing at the roll on Yuu's lunch tray, "Cause if you're not, I want it."

"Oh....I'm not. Here you go." Yuu says passing the roll to Ava, only for her to turn back to they're other friends at the lunch table, ignoring Yuu once again...This was the routine that happened every day since Yuu and her friends started middle school. They wouldn't talk to Yuu unless they wanted something then once they got it, they would completely ignore Yuu like they were a ghost. No matter how many times Yuu would try to speak they would just get ignored over and over again...I can't really blame them it's not like we're in the same classes anyway, so it's probably just a bit awkward trying to talk to me. Is what Yuu would tell themselves after the cycle repeated itself.

Maybe I need a breather...? Yeah, I should go wash my face or something like that. And with that thought, Yuu excused themselves from the lunch table to use the restroom. "I'll be right back guys." As Yuu got up from the table not a single one of their so-called friends responded, they didn't even give Yuu a glance or a nod, just silence. Almost like Yuu didn't even exist in their world.

Yuu took one of the bathroom passes off an empty table and retreated to the restroom. Much to Yuu's relief no one was in there. It was just them, all alone. They stood in front of mirror and a sink, looking at their reflection before they splash their face with some icy cold water. Even with the freezing water against their face it still felt uncomfortably hot...Geez, Yuu. Ava just asked for some bread that you knew you weren't going to eat, so why are you so upset? Yuu couldn't quite understand why they were feeling so...yucky. The nasty warm face that they only got when they were having anxiety, not to mention the empty pit they felt in their stomach. Maybe it was from the fact that they haven't really eaten anything today or maybe it was also from this uncalled-for unease.

Well, whatever it was, Yuu knows they can't stay in the bathroom for too long or the teachers will come to check on them, and they can't have that, now can they? I guess it's time to head back. Once Yuu dries their face off with the top of their shirt, they turn to head out of the restroom.... Why is my vision so blurry? Everything Yuu sees starts to contort and blur into each other. Yuu also starts to sway from side to side slightly in a zombie like mannerism.... Ouch my head! What's happening..? Before Yuu had the chance to balance themselves everything went black........

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Once Yuu opened their eyes all they could see is black...? Huh?! Did I go blind!? No, no, don't be overdramatic, Yuu. I'm sure you'll be fine. Once Yuu attempts to calm down at this weird situation, they slowly moved their hands in front of them to get a feel of their surroundings. Their hands press against a wood like wall that felt cold to the touch causing Yuu to wince back. Seriously where am I? Before Yuu could think another thought-

BANG

BANG

The sudden banging quickly made Yuu back up into the corner of this cramped place. What the hell was that?! As Yuu thought, there was another voice that was coming from outside the box Yuu is trapped in. "I better hurry up and find that uniform before someone spots me... Urgggh... This lid weighs a ton! Try this on for a size! Mya-ha!" As soon as the voice finished speaking blue flames engulfed the area around Yuu!

"AHHHH!!!" Yuu quickly shut their eyes tight and covered their face with their arms, "What?! You ain't supposed to be awake!" The voice says in a surprised voice. Since Yuu didn't feel any fire burn them, they slowly pecked their eyes open, still keeping their arms over their face. Yuu could now see the surrounding area outside the box. There were floating coffins running along the sides of the room with a large black mirror hovering over the floor in the middle of the room. Although, the thing that immediately caught Yuu's attention was a small grey cat standing on its hind legs in front of Yuu. The cat also had blue flames just like the ones before coming out of its ears with a pitchfork tail! Why does this seem so familiar...? Yuu glances around the bizarre room once more before it finally settled in.

"Am I in Twisted Wonderland..?"

Hope you enjoyed this little fanfic or whatever I just made is called. I don't know if I'm the best at writing, but I at least tried, right? Oh, and I'm going to start working on those requests I asked you guys for now. ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

#twst x reader #twst #twisted wonderland #twst x child yuu #twst x yuu #fanfic #What else to put? #Ummmm #twst yuu #child!reader #Child!Yuu #I think that's it! #Oh #Wait! I forgot #Have a great day!!! ╰(*°▽°*)╯

[riririnnnn]

Plsplsplsplspls make headcanons for charles if you have the time UR WRITING IS JUST SO GOOD??

YO??? This was unexpected since I rarely write here. Well, I can't understand what type of headcanons you want, so I'm writing all three: Silly; As a romantic partner, and Red Flags.

-> Silly

He doesn't mind farting in front of everyone in the locker's room and then blames whoever he feels like for blaming. He'd even add a top-notch acting of being grossed out like, "What are you doing, dude? Have some manners!"

He has definitely pulled down someone's pants right in the middle of the Blue Lock's cafeteria and then ran away cackling like the little shit he is.

He pulls prank on a daily basis and the main victim of them is Tokimitsu. He tried pranking Zantetsu, but lost interest because that fake glasses boy never even understood his pranks in the first place.

He has never quietly entered that communal bathhouse bathtub (or whatever that is). He always dives or bodyslams into the water—he once nearly cracked open his skull while doing a summersault, but he never learns his lessons.

Loki put him on a child leash during the flight to Japan. He also threw a tantrum to sit on a window seat, but then whined later because he could only see clouds.

-> As a romantic partner

Loyal. Very loyal. In fact, he is so loyal that he legit finds every other person ugly except you. He is so, so whipped for you to the point he physically gags thinking about someone else.

He is definitely the guy to be at a party or anywhere else and suddenly, he misses you and drops everything to go running back to wherever you are.

Just forget personal space and breathing when you are with him because he is going to shower you with so many kisses on your face that you'll actually suffocate.

Little spoon or big spoon? He doesn't care as long as he can have his head on your chest. Your calming lub-dub of your heartbeat is the mellowest lullaby for him.

If you cook or bake something and send it for his WHOLE team, then I promise you, he isn't giving a single crumb to anyone. He is inhaling everything doesn't matter if he gets stomachache later because of overeating—it's worth it, according to him.

-> Red Flags

Be honest, we all saw it coming—yes, he is very immature. Everything is a joke to him and though at first, his personality may prevent fights and arguements, but in a longer run, it becomes draining because he doesn't take anything seriously.

If you don't find any of his 'interests' as interesting, then he'll whine and whine until you give in to his demands. However, he won't do the same for you if he isn't interested in your 'interests'. He'll just act indifferent.

He doesn't know anything about periods and he actually doesn't even try to learn about it. Even when you'll try to educate him about it, he would show no efforts and might even say that, "Girls are so dramatic."

He might indirectly, and maybe even unintentionally, humiliate you in public by talking about you in a crude or inappropriate way. Even when he is called out for it, he just thinks he is being funny.

When you'll break up with him, he'll defame your character in public. He'll make you look like the bad person, spread false rumours about you being unfaithful and will make sure his fans harasses you.

That's all, I guess.

It's a bit tough to write about him without making him seem OOC, to be honest.

I hope the above headcanons make sense.

#blue lock #bllk #blue lock headcanons #bllk headcanons #charles chevalier #雪 writing

[lonleydweller]

after finally watching Texas chainsaw massacre 1974, I must say that nubbins. Nubbins kinda hot...

Anyway! Can I have a thing for after nubbins got darling back and the family reaction to darling having tried escaping?

-🔪

🥀Pig-Pen🥀

Raaah tyy!! I'm glad you like enough for a part 2!! I will gladly write more for the feral gremlin man!!

!Warnings!: spoilers for tcm 1974, mentioned injuries, violence towards darling, threats towards darling, cannibalism, sadism, swearing

Yanderes are OK in fiction. They should stay fiction. They are not example of healthy relationships. These behaviors are NOT okay in real life. This is for entertainment purposes

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The old, rickety, dingey screen door of the sawyer household slams shut with a groan. Your feet drag along the floor as you're hauled inside the house by Nubbins. Greeted by the all too familiar smell of rotting meat and iron. You can hear a voice shouting from the other room.

"Godammit boy! Did they try running off again? Huh? Is that what all this ruckus is about? I told you I'm already pushing it by letting you keep them here!"

You recognized it as the eldest brother of the three. A horrific trio. Bubba, Nubbins, and of course Drayton. While he appeared more normal on the surface, he was certainly no less insane as the other two. Simply wanting you dead and cooked. Which at this point may as well be an act of mercy.

"I- it ain't none of yer business! I- I've got it dealt w-with! Like I always do!"

Nubbins retorts as he shifts you around in his hold. Still with a vice grip. Arms snaked tight around your ribcage like a viper. Drayton swiftly appears in the doorway of the dining room, with his usual scowl on his face. Bickering back at his brother, gesturing at you angrily.

"They're disrupting the whole damn house! I tell you if you can't keep them in check I'm gonna-"

He's cut off by Nubbins barking at him, stomping his foot like a belligerent child.

"Y-you ain't gonna do nuthin! Yous ain't got the guts to do nuthin! You're just the c-cook!"

Drayton opens his mouth to speak again, but Nubbins cuts him off with childish mocking, blowing raspberries. He goes silent with a huff. Momentarily, everything is silent. There's a standstill. Broken by Drayton angrily grumbling out,

"Shut yer mouth!...just get them dealt with and get your ass down for dinner."

With that he stomps off somewhere else within the pigstye of a house. Leaving you with the rabid thing that was lugging you around. For a moment, there's nothing but silence. Stillness. A rarity. There was almost always blood curdling screaming, bickering, and squealing resounding throughout the house. You hear your captor mumble under his breath

"He don't know nuthin."

For a second he starts to head towards the stairs with you, then he halts in his tracks, perking up. An idea clicking in his mind. His thoughts are as rapid as his movements. He quickly hoists you up, rushing into the nearby living room. Kicking aside the bone scraps and feathers that litter the floor. Your body jolts as you're carelessly plopped onto the sofa. It creaks with the sudden impact. Nubbins quickly moves towards another doorway, but hesitates mid way. Stopping as he points at you

"Y- you stay put! I-ill be right back..!"

In a blink of an eye he darts off to wherever. Leaving you alone. A moment of peace that would only last for a few minutes at most. You can only stare blankly stare at the wall. At the old, dull, weak, washed out wallpaper. Wondering how you got to this point. What went wrong. Well, you knew what went wrong now. Foresight and all. You should have never picked Nubbins up from the side of the scolding Texas roads. You should have just left him out there to rot.

Who knew such a simple act, the simple deed of offering someone a ride would lead to.. this. It felt surreal. All because you decided to show some ounce of kindness, you're now stuck in this hellhole. A reality you're harshly reminded of as you zone back in, feeling the leather of the ghastly sofa beneath you as your hand drifts across it. You never could get used to the feeling of sitting on the disgusting piece of furniture, the leather another humans skin, the bones that built the frame from the same source.

Everything in this house was inhumane. The people. The furniture. The food. Your mind races with the same thoughts it has before. Going on a re-run. How long have they been doing this? How many people have they cannibalized? Would the cops ever find you? Were they even looking for you? What was even the likelihood in this part of Texas? How long have you even been here? Days, weeks, months? You've lost track of the days and nights, the calendar you had found was out of date, and you haven't seen a single clock.

You're dragged out of your train of thoughts by the sound of heavy thuds against the old wooden floorboards. Heavy footsteps. A figure moves into the doorway, along with the sound of a pig like squeal. The youngest. Bubba. Looming in the doorway, staring at you through the sagging skin mask that was affixed to his face. He tilts his head at you. You can't help but do the same.

If he really wanted to he could rev up his chainsaw and hack right through you, hang you up on a meat hook, then toss your remains in a icebox. Then you'd join the rest of the bodies. Squeals, grunts, and gargled noises emit from him. Even without solid words, the tone seeps through. Sad. Pitying. Perhaps the only reason he left you alone. Torturing you would just be kicking a dead horse at this point. You two just stare, and stare, and stare at each other. Only broken up by Nubbins skittering back into the room. Face souring a bit when he sees his brother.

"H-hey, I t-thought I told you I got this dealt with! Ain't you supposed to be helpin' s-set up dinner anyways? G-go help Drayton before he starts hollerin!"

He stammers out, passive aggressively shooing his brother away from you. He didn't like them being too close to you. Especially when it came to Drayton, he'd snap, shout, and throw fits if he came even relatively close. No threats of beatings from a broomstick dettered him. Bubba was allowed a bit closer without as volatile reactions from Nubbins. Bubba in the end slinks off somewhere else in the house, presumably wherever Drayton is. Now it was just you and him again.

In Nubbins hand you can see a roll of white cloth, slightly battered and torn. It didn't look absolutely horrid but it had certainly seen better days. It clicks in your mind, was it a gauze? Surprised they even had medical supplies. Even more surprised as he grabs at your leg, your knee jerk reaction is to to recoil, to kick, to yank your leg away. He just as quickly pulls your leg back towards him. Nails digging into your skin. He pouts

"S-stay still, I- I'm trying to help you! I can't do that if ya k-keep movin..!"

He starts to half hazardly wrap the bandaid around your leg. Wrapping up the major cuts and gashes, slowly the bleeding. The stinging feeling still hasn't left. You can feel the gritty pieces of dirt stuck in them. You can clench your jaw in dread. With your luck you'd end up with an infection. He finishes up patching up one leg, guaze snug around your skin. He fixes up your other leg just as quickly. Finishing off with some loose wrap around your torso. Layered on top of all your worse for wear clothing.

"..T-there! A-all better.. now ya won't bleed out on me or nothing like that."

He sounds proud of himself. As if he hadn't been the one to put the gashes and tears there, or maybe he just didn't give two shits.

"..I'd be better if I was at home."

You weakly choke out through a sniffle. Nubbins just parrots back your cries and mocks your sad expression, before retorting

"W-well this is your home now, and you ain't g-going no where!"

His feral giggling fills the room, along with his faint little snorts. You want so badly to punch the smug toothy smile off his face, but you damn well know you're not in the position to. His greasy hand reaches up, your body instinctively tenses, he gingerly grabs a few strands of your hair. Messing with it mindlessly between his fingers. Tugging lightly at random intervals. Your attention is caught by something in the corner of your eye, Drayton entering the room. His face twisted in a annoyed frown, his default expression at this point.

"Dinner's done."

He announces, causing Nubbins to take his focus off of you. Letting go of your hair. Drayton briefly glances at you before grumbling out

"Get them to the table.. Bubba's already brought grandpa down."

With that he disappears back into the dining room. Nubbins arms wrap around you, lifting you up off of the sofa, dragging you once more through the rooms and into the dreaded dining room. A lamp made of someone's face illuminates the room, plates and silverware set out on the table, abhorrent food made with human meat are served up, a chair made with human arms for the arm rests, then to top it all off the barely living head of the household sits at the end of the table. His chair like throne. Grandpa sawyer. 'The best there ever was' in their words. A man kept alive far past his prime. He looks like a mummified corpse.

The stuffy, humidity, rancid air fills your lungs. Your stomach churns with nausea. You can feel all their eyes on you as you're plopped down onto a chair. Right beside Nubbin's. You stare down at your plate, where odd looking sausage sits. This.. this was your dinner. This was your life. This was your home now. You just stare at your plate. You didn't want to eat it. You knew what it was. They all stare at you expectantly. It was either you eat your dinner, or they'd force you to.

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#writers on tumblr #dweller's writing #yandere slashers #slashers x reader #slasher headcanons #slasher #Yandere hcs #cw: yandere #tw: yandere #Yandere nubbins sawyer #yandere tcm #nubbins sawyer x reader #nubbins x reader #nubbins sawyer #tcm x reader #tcm fanfic #tcm 1974

[sal-absinthii]

Rewatching AtLA cuz I'm cranky

Something that really stands out this time is how alike Zuko and Sokka are. They don't interact much directly in the series, but notably, they are the first each of them encounters immediately after their worlds come into contact. Sokka is standing alone at the front of his village when Zuko's ship lands, and Zuko deflects his attack with an ease that makes us feel a bit embarrassed for Sokka, who has been preparing for this his entire life. It struck me that really, it's the same for both of them -- they have both been preparing for this for a long time, and to the exclusion of everything else; it's their entire identity and reason for existing. They are set up as parallels before they meet, too, when we see each of them preparing for battle. Watching Sokka put on his makeup and gear, I was thinking how different it would feel to have seen this as a kid or teenager, when Sokka and Zuko seem grown-up enough to be doing this, than it is to watch it as an adult nearly twice their age and be aware of the elephant in the room that these are children. I don't want to say that they're playing dress-up, because that implies that it's their choice and that there's something innocent about it, but the reality is that it isn't for either of them; they are gearing up for a role that was placed on them by their fathers, by their cultures, by the circumstances, but it is not either of their choice even if they think it is. They are children fighting an adults' war, and even worse, it's a war that goes back generations. Aang draws attention to this pointedly, when Zuko, who in typical teenage fashion seems to think of himself as an adult, expresses surprise that the Avatar is "just a child" and Aang says "well you're just a teenager," a fact that is obvious to everyone except teenagers.

Sokka has to get ready on his own, Sokka has prepared himself, while Zuko is helped to get ready and has been trained more professionally, but Zuko is also alone; his helpers are faceless servants. The one person he has who cares about him, he pushes away. Sokka has his tribe and his family around him, but when he goes to fight it's only him, he puts himself out in the front, alone, because he thinks it's what he's supposed to do. Neither seems to know how fucked up it all is that either of them should be expected to live like this.

Zuko seems much more proficient at fighting than Sokka, but we also know that it's an illusion caused by being a big fish in a little pond, because in a previous scene we saw him struggling to master even the basics of firebending. Similarly, Sokka is the oldest "man" in the village, absurdly trying to teach little boys how to be men when he isn't even one yet himself. As we see later, Sokka struggles with feelings of inadequacy and some kind of impostor syndrome as the only non-bender in the group, feeling the conflict between trying to fulfil his role as the oldest boy and therefore supposed to be the strongest and the protector and being constantly aware that his little sister and this child are destined for great things and only at the beginning of coming into their full power, whereas he is "just the guy with the boomerang" (a boomerang that does manage to get one in against Zuko even after getting his ass immediately kicked, though). Zuko is the crown prince who was never as talented as his younger sister, who is in a certain role only because of an accident of birth while being always aware that he's second-best, that he isn't the most powerful and that his position, whether it's a good or bad position, is not due to merit, and that he is a disappointment.

Both are trying to impress absent fathers. Sokka's father is gone for legitimate reasons and has not intentionally hurt his son, but he is still not there to support and protect Sokka, and the pressures that he puts (or allows to be put) on Sokka still hurt him, even if the case can be made that they're justified because they are a small tribe at war with a big empire and Sokka will inevitably need to step into the role of warrior. Not only does Sokka not have his father, he doesn't have ANY adult male role models who are actually present in his life. Zuko's father is, of course, a raging abusive cunt who should be shot like a dog, but the effect on him is the same, because Zuko does not see him that way, at least not at the beginning. Zuko only internalises that he has failed, and that this makes him a failure, and "correcting" his "mistake" is all-consuming.

They both are impulsive and their pride is easily wounded. They both want the world to see them as disciplined warriors, but they are easy to set off, and this gets in both of their ways. Sokka's main character flaw that he overcomes is his pride. I would argue that even things like his sexism are just an extension of this, because he feels that if women and girls are skilled at things he wants to be skilled at, this is especially shameful, because it attacks his image of himself as a man according to his idea of what a man should be. But while it is something he needs to overcome, it is not his fault that he is like this. He is not sexist or prideful because he's fundamentally an asshole. This was taught to him at least implicitly by the messages given to him by his culture and family and the people he looks up to, that there are expectations of what it means to be a man and he must fulfil them, and it makes sense that he feels this as being threatened when challenged or shown up by girls or people younger than him. His entire idea of what masculinity is has to be constructed from the things he's picked up as a child, because there are no men in the village to be examples for him. Zuko is also prideful, and it comes from his obsession with honour, something taught to him by his culture and family and position, and it is also not his fault that he values this, or that he acts in a way that is consistent with what his idea of honour is. He was cast out by his father, and while he does have a potential/eventual role model in Iroh, it is a while before he is able to see him as one, because the values Iroh embodies are not the values Zuko was taught to have, and so for all intents and purposes, Zuko also has no role model in how to be the kind of person he's trying to be. He only gets that once he is able to see that his entire worldview has been flawed and that the things he thought were important to find and achieve were actually not good things. When children have shitty caretakers, they don't say "my parents are wrong," because if their parents are wrong, that's dangerous, because they depend on their parents for survival. So instead they think that they are the ones who are wrong, especially when their parents are actively telling them so. It's much easier to believe that you're wrong, because then you at least have power and control and the ability to change to keep the abuse from continuing, than it is to accept that the people you depend on are unpredictable or unfair or abusive or wrong. It is not Zuko's fault that he is trying to live up to the things he was raised to believe any more than it is Sokka's for having weird ideas about masculinity and pride. Neither of them have ever seen any different and have no perspective from which to start thinking that maybe they've been taught wrong.

Now I have other thoughts that are too digressing from fandom and so I will make that a separate thing but I wanted to get this out of my head because I'd never really considered these two characters as having much to do with each other, but they really do, and there are intentional parallels, and I think that's interesting.

#atla #sokka #zuko

[kxssmeliv]

Good Luck, Babe!

Cw: Angst without comfort, motions of internalized homophobia/homophobia in general, Don't read if your very religious!!

Ellie was slouched on the edge of her bed, her eyes half-closed and her guitar resting precariously on her lap. The dim light of the room cast long shadows, lighting the weariness etched on her face. She strummed a few chords absentmindedly, the sound echoing through the apartment like a melancholic melody. You sat beside her, your hand gently rubbing the small of her back, a soft smile on your face as you watched her play. The room was silent except for the gentle sound of her guitar, and the subtle sound of your breathing.

In the quiet intimacy of the moment, you found a profound sense of peace, the kind that only came from being with someone who truly understood you. Her music, while somber, was a testament to the depth of her spirit, and you found yourself drawn to it, much like you were drawn to her.

Ellie comes to a halt, her fingers slowly releasing the strings of her guitar as she sets it down carefully beside her. With a turn, she directs her attention towards you, her eyes meeting yours with a small smile on her lips.

"I just had a thought," she says, gazing down at your bare thigh, waiting for you to ask what it was.

"What is it?" 

Ellie seemed hesitant as she avoided making eye contact. After struggling to find the right words, she finally spoke hesitantly. "Um, I don't know if you've heard, but Dina is throwing a Valentine's Day get-together," she met your eyes. "I was thinking maybe we could go together, as a couple." Ellie paused before finishing her sentence.

You took a deep breath, the air feeling thick in your lungs, and let out a nervous laugh that was barely audible. Your heart was racing and your palms were sweaty as you thought about the secret you had been keeping from your family. 

Unlike Ellie, who was openly gay and accepted by the people around her, you couldn't be open about your sexuality, due to your family's strict religious beliefs and narrow-minded views as well as some of the people in your town. You were your parent's golden child, being perfect, and never getting into trouble. You knew you had to choose between your family, morals, and reputation or your happiness. 

"Ellie," you began, your voice barely above a whisper. "I want to. I do. But I'm just... I'm not ready yet." You could see the disappointment in her eyes.

"You said the same thing 7 months ago," Ellie lets out, her eyes widening at her own words.

As soon as you hear her words, your heart begins to pound relentlessly against your ribcage, a sensation so intense that you feel like it could burst out of your chest any second, you can't help but hang on to every word she says.

"I know...and I'm sorry" You take a deep breath in between speaking, you would have said more if you could, but you didn't know what to say.

"When will you be ready?" Ellie's voice is laced with frustration, you couldn't blame her, you had been telling her the same excuse for almost 2 years. When are you going to be ready? Ellie imagined a future with you, getting married, buying a home, and starting a family. How would that happen if you kept her a secret? A lot of times Ellie couldn't help but think you would be happier with a man, you wouldn't have to keep him a secret.

From the moment you met Ellie you knew you wanted to spend the rest of your life with her, the same night you went home, you cried and prayed to god for forgiveness for thinking about another girl that way.

 Ellie understood you in a way no one else did, she didn't judge you for being yourself, she listened to whatever you had to say and you did the same for her. You loved her more than anything on earth, you never wanted to be apart from her, so the ultimate you were left with now killed you. Ellie and happiness, or the only life you knew.

Her question left you frozen, 'when will you be ready' The question swam around in your mind, you knew there wasn't a concrete answer to that, it was a question you've asked yourself countless times. "I don't know, Ellie, I wish I did." The honesty in your voice echoed the helplessness you felt inside. 

You knew Ellie wouldn't wait for you forever, it wasn't fair to her. You were surprised Ellie didn't hate you or hadn't left you yet, she had every right to. Ellie feels a bitter taste on her tongue at your words, she nods her head slowly. You couldn't keep putting her through this, hurting her, she didn't deserve it. The only way you could fix it is by ending it. 

"Ellie," you choke out, your voice breaking, "I think... I think we should break up." The words hang in the air between you, heavy and painful, sounding so final and irrevocable.

Ellie's eyes widen, the breath knocked out of her as if you'd physically struck her. For a moment, she just stares at you, her mouth opening and closing as she struggles to form words. The silence that follows is deafening.

"What?" Ellie finally manages to whisper, her voice barely audible. Her hands tremble, and she clutches them together tightly as if to keep herself from falling apart.

You let out a shaky breath, your heart aching at the look of utter disbelief on her face. "I... I can't keep doing this to you, Ellie. It's not fair," you murmur, the words tasting bitter on your tongue. "You deserve someone who can love you openly, not... not someone too scared to be true to themselves."

She looks at you, her eyes welling up with tears, but she blinks them back, refusing to let them fall. "I want you," she says, her voice stronger now. "I don't care about what other people think. I don't care about the rest of the world. I care about you."

But you shake your head, tears streaming down your cheeks now. "I care, Ellie. I can't live like this. I can't keep hiding, and I can't keep hurting you."

It's a long, painful silence before she finally nods, her shoulders slumping as she accepts your words. She doesn't argue, doesn't fight, just accepts. And that somehow hurts more than anything else.

You stand up from the bed, avoiding Ellie's eyes, grabbing your bag, and heading for the door.

"I love you. I hope one day, you'll love yourself too. Good luck, babe."

Your heart feels a thousand pounds heavier hearing her words, a part of you wants to turn around and take it all back, beg for her to take you back. But you can't, you won't. Tears fall down your eyes as you walk out of her apartment and to your car. Your heart knows you just made the biggest mistake of your life, as you get in your car, and make your way home.

Maybe god could still forgive you.

An: Sorry for this, i just love being in pain >w< GO LISTEN TO CHAPPELL ROAN NOW!!!!!

#ellie x reader #ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie tlou #ellie the last of us #ellie x fem reader #the last of us part 2 #tlou2 #the last of us #angst #wlw #wlw post

[honeygrahambitch]

One for sorrow, two for joy

Plot: Will and Hannibal are having a difficult but very needed conversation the day before the birth of their surrogate child.

"Hello." Will said as he sat next to Hannibal on the porch of their house. The sun was casting its final rays before completely hiding before the mountains. "Just so you know, we are not the worst parents on earth because we don't have a name for our kid. I've read many stories where parents just knew exactly when they saw their baby for the first time. And that will be our case as well."

Hannibal had been out there sitting on his own for most of the day, which was exactly why Will had decided to join him with two glasses of white wine. Hannibal accepted his in silence. He didn't say anything to Will's encouraging words.

Will looked properly at his face only when he heard a sniff followed by a deep sigh, filled with sorrow.

He freaked out for a split second, seeing the tears run down his cheeks, knowing it was a rare sight.

"Do you know when we will be the worst parents?" Will asked, guiding Hannibal's head to rest on his shoulder. "When we won't like her first boyfriend. Or her second. Or third. Fuck it, none of them will be good enough. Or when we will say "no" when she will want to go to a promiscuous party. But I promise that when we meet her tomorrow, we will just know exactly what to call her."

Hannibal let out another sniff and Will could actually feel his tears on his shirt. "I thought I knew what name would be perfect for her." He said eventually.

"And I told you I'm down with calling her Mischa if that's what you feel." He replied softly as he let his own head rest on Hannibal's.

"After doing some self-reflection, I realized I don't want that for her. She shouldn't carry my regrets." He said, his gaze following a magpie trying to build a nest in the pine tree which was shading their house. "Every time I would look at her, I would think of my sister." Hannibal said as he let out a soft sob. "I want her to be her own person, not to grow up in the shade of someone else who already carries so much weight."

"What else is on your mind?" Will asked empathetically after a few seconds.

"During the last years I knew that if we had a daughter I would definitely name her Mischa. I figured I would do that only to give myself the delusion of having her next to me again." Hannibal said. "Or maybe I need some sort of closure that I won't get. Truth is, I need to let her go. It's been too long."

"You know, you don't have to let her go. She is not here but she is still your sister. And she will always be. You don't need a physical reminder to get your closure. And we will make sure our daughter knows about her."

Hannibal let out another sob as he buried his face in Will's shoulder.

"There are days when I feel haunted by my own regrets." Hannibal whispered. Will knew. He had learnt to read his every expression and gesture in time.

"I also feel haunted oftentimes. But then you say something stupid like "Will, have you missplaced the corkskrew again?" And all my ghosts are gone."

Hannibal laughed bitterly for the first time that evening.

"I'm sorry, your own nerves must be wrecked as well because of tomorrow." Hannibal said as he lifted his head off Will's shoulder and wiped his tears.

"Pretty wrecked. But seeing my husband weeping tears on the porch is a rare sight. Poetic in fact."

"I'm envious of you." Hannibal said, finally taking a sip from his glass. "You're managing your emotions better than I do."

"Am I? I woke up at 5 and took apart the washing machine piece by piece because yesterday it made a subtle but weird sound. By noon it was in one piece again. Then I reorganized my lures. Then I reorganized all your spices."

"Pardon?" Hannibal asked as he suddenly turned his head towards Will.

"I was surprised you haven't noticed me spending an unusual amount of time in the kitchen, sitting on the counter and labeling spices. Some of them I had no idea what they were so I drew a question mark instead."

"I..." Hannibal started but didn't know what to say, amused by Will's coping methods. "You didn't touch my suits, did you?"

"No, I am not a psychopath. I did want to organize your ties based on warm and color tones. But I decided I wanted to be alive by tomorrow."

Will clinked his glass against Hannibal's and this time, he was the one to rest his head on his shoulder.

"And we are supposed to raise a child." Hannibal said as a conclusion. "Sorry I avoided you the whole day. I was completely unaware you took the whole house apart. You must have had a lot on your mind."

"It's not like you were doing better. But this" Will said gesturing to where they were sitting"-is a lot better than labeling your spices."

"I agree."

The sun was completely gone, a purple shade coloring the horizon. The lonely magpie was soon joined by a second one, who was carrying some straws as well, probably helping with the nest.

#hannibal #hannigram #hannibal lecter #will graham #hannibal nbc #hannibal series #hannibal fanfiction

[honey-minded-hivemind]

hi I hope can you can a yandere scott and jean with child reader haunted mansion au please.

Hahaha, yes! So, Reader in this, I'm imagining they are a random kid who was dropped off at the wrong house. Let's see how it goes-

The house was really cold, you'd noticed.

And dusty.

And old.

It seemed rather large, with too many doors and too many paintings and too many mirrors and too many cobwebs to count. It seemed... abandoned. Lonely. And it made you scared. You were trying not to cry, you were trying to be a big kid, but it was hard when every time you walked the floor creaked, and spooky noises came from deep inside the twisting halls.

You were rather happy, then, to see someone. A tall someone, who wore bright red glasses.

"Hello? Can you hear me?" you called, your voice a loud whisper that echoed in the vast void of the room. That caught the attention of the tall person, who was a older teen. He looked pretty shocked to see you.

"What the...?" he said, then came closer. It was quite apparent now that you were tiny compared to him. Yet the moment he was near, you latched onto his leg, hugging it. "Um, hey, kid? Um... how. How did you get in here?"

"I was left here. They said this was where the babysitter was," you answered. He was really cold, almost freezing, like snow. It was weird, but he seemed nice. "Are you the babysitter?"

For a moment he looked conflicted, then he scooped you up, holding you rather gently. "Um, yep. For tonight. My name's Scott, what's yours?" He carried you through the different rooms, until you reached a dining room, setting you down on a chair carefully. For a minute he seemed to flicker, but it must have been a trick of the light...

"Oh... I'm Reader..."

"Huh... that's... that's a good name. Did you need anything?"

"I don't kn-"

"Scott!"

Another teenager soon appeared, one with bright auburn hair, who seemed happy to see him. The moment she saw you, her smile only widened. "Aaaawwww, hi, sweetie! Who are you?"

"That's Reader. Reader, this is Jean, Jean, this is Reader. We were just trying to see if they needed anything," Scott explained. He rubbed his neck sheepishly. "They were, uh... dropped off here."

"What?" Jean seems almost confused, then angry, then calm again. "Okay, I see... Well, let's take care of you, okay, sweetie?" she says to you, and you shyly grin at her. She seems nice.

"Can we play a game?"

"Um, sure, kid. What game did you have in mind?"

"Whatever you want, okay?"

"Um... what about hide and go seek?" you offer. That's met with two nods, and you quickly add, "Can I hide first?"

"Of course. Just... let's play outside, okay? I don't think all the rooms are clean in here, and we don't need you getting sick," Jean explains. Scott nods, and you simply race them to the door. When you look back, they're both closing their eyes, starting to count.

You giggle, racing out the large doors and working your way into the yard beside the large house. It's full of weird rocks and stones, with names carved on them, along with numbers. And there's even one with your name, scratched in and with some sweet words under it... But you decided to hide behind the two that have Scott and Jean's names on them, with rhyming words. It takes awhile before you hear them come out, the only way you know it being them calling, "Ready or not, here we come!"

It doesn't take too long for them to find you, after looking around the different stones and slabs and bushes. And when they do find you, you laugh-scream when hands suddenly pick you up, hugging you tightly.

"There you are!"

"Here I am!"

After that, you're soon put to bed, being kept in a small room with a smaller bed. The blankets smell a little old, and the room is slightly warmer than the others, but you settle down, lulled under by the story being read to you by your two new friends...

When you wake up, your parent is worried, quickly grabbing you and almost running through the halls and out the door, not stopping for a minute. "Where are we going?" you yawn, rubbing at your eyes.

"We're going home, baby, okay? I'm so sorry I left you here all alone, I thought this was the right house!"

"But I wasn't alone..."

Your parent's face goes pale, almost like a ghost. "You... there were people there?"

You nod your head.

With that, they start the car, speeding down the long, long driveway and out into the lonely road. You'd only later find out, when you're older, that the house, a mansion, had been abandoned for years... and that no one was living there at all...

But that didn't mean the dead weren't...

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[watcherintheweyr]

i think your idea that viserys named naerys after rhaenyra it's so sweet, i'm crying it rare seeing such lovely post in this fandom especially about viserys since for some reason people say he hated his mother

do you have more ideas or headcanon like that? if you do i would love to know

People only think Voserys hated his mother bc they have poor critical thinking skills. He and Aegon mourned her their whole lives. She loved them and raised them to be phenomenal princes and kings. I don't particularly like Viserys II but I can't deny he's effective.

As for other similar headcanons... hmmm....

I think Rhaenyra and Daemon would've had more kids if they'd been able- and girls would've been names Visenya, Alyssa, and Aemma.

I think Rhaenyra specifically.picked Mornong's egg for Rhaena because the lovely pink and strong black made her think of her stepdaughter.

I think that while Baela and Rhaena obviously love and miss their mother and carry many of her traits, I think that while Baela is Daemon's mini-me, Rhaena is Rhaenyras. I've had that hc since the book- and in the show, Rhaena often matches her dresses to Rhaenyras, and from what we've seen of her in s2 she's started styling her hair similarly to how Rhaenyra did at her age, and appears to be wearing Rhaenyras gold necklace from her wedding (or a very similar one!)

Rhaena had six daughters with her second husband and I firmly believe that while Baela named her daughter Laena, Rhaena defied political niceties, and named one daughter Rhaenyra. And perhaps another daughter was named a feminine version of Lucerys- to honor her first betrothed, who she clearly had a good relationship with.

I think that Luke and Rhaena would have made a fantastic Lord and Lady of the Tides- and Baela and Jace would've been among the best rulers Westeros ever had.

I also will die on the hill that if she hadn't been so deeply sabotaged and destroyed by grief and betrayal, Rhaenyra would've been a solidly good queen.

I think that Cregan, Jace, and Baela would've been the OT3 to end all OT3s and I honestly think Cregan mightve considered staying south to be Jace's hand, if things had played out differently.

I definitely think Aegon3 wanted to name his sons for the brothers he lost, but was pressured out of it due to the political unrest. And honestly, sadly, I do think Viserys would've been the one to dissuade him, and that likely would've deeply damaged their relationship

I headcanon that every time Rhaenyra had a child, Syrax laid a clutch- their bond is shown to be so deep to the point that they share paim, and Rhaenyra shows a deep love and respect for Syrax. Honestly all of team Black show their dragons a lot of love and respect- unlike team Green who sort of just use their dragons as tools of war and naught else.

I think if things hadn't ended how they did, Aegon 3 would've claimed Grey Ghost. Their personalities suit one another so well! Rhaenyra would've been so proud, and Daemon would've helped him every step of the way. (Side note, @spreta-invidia wrote the Best aegon3 fic quite literally ever, and he and Grey Ghost... 👀 anyways you should read the fic)

Idk I have a lot of Targaryen headcanons, particularly for Rhaenyra and her family bc they're my favorites of House Targaryen. If you'd like any more feel free to shoot me another ask- but I tend to kinda error 404 when questions are vague so if there's anything specific you'd like to know my headcanons about that'd be super helpful lmao

#rhaenyra targaryen #team black #pro team black #vira's headcanons #my writing #house targaryen headcanons

[livingbrother]

LO and it's portrayal of S/A

A rant by someone who just finished EP. 98 and is incredibly furious

Cw: Mentions of S/A, it's effects, too much swearing, ED mention, personal stuff that happened to yours truly, lots of other stuff too, just no idea what to tag it as

Don't read this if you're not mentally doing well, I don't want you getting hurt because of my post, I love you, feel better soon

Boy. Oh fucking boy. I just got through episode 98 of this shit show and, I'll just say, I am beyond furious. Livid, in fact.

For context, I am a survivor or sexual abuse and mental abuse, I have dealt with those who act sort of like Apollo, I was never raped, but I was molested as a child. I, as a survivor, feel nothing but rage at how Rachel portrayed Apollo being a rapist. The way he acts is incredibly unrealistic for an abuser, as somebody who dealt with two abusers with Narcissistic Personality Disorder (I'm not saying everyone who has NPD are villains, I'm just saying what I went through), I see what Rachel was trying, but oh so tragically failed, to do. He tried to control, manipulate, and gaslight Persephone. Only for none of it to work, that's not how ANY of it fucking works!

Where is the fucking control, other than just fucking raping her? I get he wants to take the power away from her and be the one to control her, but I've seen none of that! I get she has PTSD over it (I'LL GET TO THIS POINT AGAIN). I NEVER GOT THE SENSE THAT SHE WAS POWERLESS EXCEPT FOR THAT ONE SCENE. I HAVE NEVER SEEN HER QUESTION IF THAT WAS HIS INFLUENCE PICKING HER DRESSES, OR FUCKING EVEN HER FOOD! WHEN I WAS LIVING WITH ONE OF MY ABUSERS, SHE'D PICK OUT MY OUTFITS, ONE'S I HATED, AND I STILL CHOOSE SOME OF THOSE OUTFITS, TO THIS DAY! WHERE WAS HER LOSS OF CONTROL? SHE NEVER FELT ISOLATED, SHE NEVER FELT LIKE SHE WAS TRAPPED. YES. SHE WAS TRAPPED IN THAT ONE ROOM WITH HIM, BUT EVEN THEN! SHE HAD LEVERAGE OVER HIM WITH THE FUCKING LYRE. Ugh.

About her realizing she was raped, um. Excuse me? A lot of victims don't realize they were raped or abused until like, months or years later. I'm glad for the ones who instantly realized it, good for them. Given Persephone's personality and experience with the world, she wouldn't have known it was rape because she's not accustomed to dating and sexual culture. On top of that, she isn't really seen actually distressed when she remembers, oh, and lets not forget that she WAS FUCKING FINE WITH TOUCH AND PHYSICAL FLIRTING DAYS AFTER HER ASSAULT. Let me remind you that I have been through this thing myself, you do not just omg I was just assaulted! time to go let someone touch me! Nonono, you spend years jumping when people touch you, years of moving when someone tries to grab your shoulder, years of pushing someone's hand off your arm, years screaming when you get a hug. And then, maybe from flashbacks, maybe from googling things, you discover you were molested! And then it alllllll makes sense. I understand if she became hypersexual, cause same, but that usually doesn't set in until a good long while.

I also hate how Apollo is written, he should have stayed as a shitty ex boyfriend or whatever the fuck Rachel was gonna make him, he just comes across as a cartoonish villain than an abuser. The man just fucking rubs his hands together and fucking goes I'll get you next time my pretty! I fucking HATE his writing so goddamn much. I understand wanting to make him pushy, egotistical, and insecure, they're some of the hallmarks of the pushy nice guy she was going for. But when it comes to him being abusive, it's like watching a bad joke. Rapists don't usually, you know, CATCH FEELINGS FOR THEIR VICTIM (correct me if I'm wrong), unless it's to lure them back in to hurt them again. She made him so obviously evil it hurts, abusers don't usually act that way, they put on a pretty smile, act kind, and behind closed doors, act shitty. I respect 97-98 for getting that part right, but too many times, too many fucking times Rachel has gotten that wrong. I have dealt with this myself, my mother did this exact thing, she even put on the pretty smile for me so even I, somebody who knew he was being tormented, questioned whether or not I was being abused! We never see this with Persephone! We never see her getting gaslit with this, she never questions her reality! She knows everything that's going on for sure! I know what Rachel was aiming for, and she failed miserably!

God, on top of this, we never really get to see Persephone's PTSD unless the story fuckin says Apollo's here! She's never really fucking affected by her rape, we don't see her jump from touches, refuse sexual advanced from Hades, yeah, sure, we see her afraid of camera flashes, but that's about it!!!!!!!! She never really experiences the effects of s/a! I developed an ED and agoraphobia from my abuse! Where the fuck is that?! That would have been a lot more fucking interesting than the slop we fucking got!

I know I've missed some things, but I need to calm down before I pop a blood vessel. I might revisit this post when I'm less angry, I just needed to rant.

#lo critical #anti lore olympus #anti lo #rant post #rant #cw s/a #cw: ed #huge ass content warning

[saintmeghanmarkle]

I'm not a bully! by u/number1crsh

I'm not a bully! Alright, I know it shouldn't bother me but it just does. All of these bullying claims that have started to resurface and some of these royal correspondents have stated "Well, things are a little different in America, the culture is different..."NO! There is a HUGE difference between cultural differences and being rude, hateful and arrogant. I understand that to the rest of the world, Americans are seen as overbearing and pushy to get what they want and perhaps this is true for some but for the bulk of Americans, it is not. Meghan Markle is a woman that was never taught manners as a child. She was given everything she ever wanted and did not have to work for anything (or didn't have to work very hard IF she ever did any kind of work as a child). She was never taught the value of a dollar. She was never taught that every time you go to the store you don't get a toy, that only as a reward or a special occasion were you allowed to go pick out that one perfect toy that you have coveted for weeks before that moment. Those were the moments that as a child made you value what hard work got you and it taught you to be grateful and thankful for what was given to you. That is how most Americans (well, of my generation, the same generation as her, I will be 41 this year) grew up, to be thankful for the things they were given. If it were me and I had done all the hateful, embarrassing and unhinged things that Meghan has done on the global stage, my mother would disown me. She would not want to be associated with me because that is not the kind of woman she raised. She raised a woman that would stand up for herself but do so in a polite and respectful way.I really makes me angry to hear these reporters saying that the reason she was rude was a cultural difference. The culture is different, sure, but her behavior did not show a culture clash, it showed a grown ass woman that was never taught manners and whose head became too big for her own good, so she treated everyone, even the people stationed above her like they were ants under her feet.REPORTERS--IF YOU ARE HERE READING THIS--PLEASE start correcting yourselves. The reason for the way Meghan Markle acted was not due to cultural differences, it was due to her mean, hateful and dare I say, bullying, nature.That is the end of my rant. Thank you for attending my Ted Talk. post link: https://ift.tt/p47rivm author: number1crsh submitted: April 28, 2024 at 08:28PM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit disclaimer: all views + opinions expressed by the author of this post, as well as any comments and reblogs, are solely the author's own; they do not necessarily reflect the views of the administrator of this Tumblr blog. For entertainment only.

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[allie-leth]

I was isolated for so long. I had no community, I had no close friends, just shitty abusive partner after shitty abusive partner that I was always too scared to leave, because being completely isolated seemed worse than the abuse. I tried so hard to get out, but I never knew where to go, I didn't know how to take the first steps, and so I would try so fucking hard and fail, over, and over, and over, and over again, until I felt like I could only ever fail. I was a gifted child, told how amazing and smart I was, while suffering abuse at home every day, and it slowly broke me. I wandered off the path and got lost, and couldn't find my way back. I withdrew from life because life was painful and I felt like I could only ever fail, so what was the point?

I genuinely don't know how I survived through that. I must have been stronger than I thought, or maybe weaker, I don't really know.

I have completely recovered, I am doing well now, but I can't talk about that period of my life. I can't tell my friends about that, I've only ever told one person some of the details about that period of my life. My friends don't understand why I appreciate the most basic kindness so much, why it's made me cry when they tell me they'll miss me or were thinking of me. They don't understand why I try so hard to be a good friend, why I will help whenever they need it. They just think I'm a good person, a good friend, but they have no clue of the trauma from my past that makes me terrified of being isolated again, of being back in that pit.

To this day, who I am is shaped by that period of my life. I try so hard, day in day out, because I remember when I couldn't. I offer non judgemental compassion to everyone, because I don't know what they're going through and I never want anyone to feel like I've felt. The isolation. The pain. Going to sleep hoping I don't wake up, night after night.

Had you told me then that I would turn into the person I am now, I wouldn't have believed you. It didn't seem possible. I couldn't even function, I had too much social anxiety to walk into stores if there were more than 1-2 people, I couldn't interact with the world from the weight of my own thoughts.

But I am so fucking proud of myself from that time. I am so fucking proud of her for making it through, I am so fucking proud of her for doing her best, even while having absolutely no hope. She was trying so hard, she was doing her absolute best, and it doesn't matter that her best is a fraction of what I can do now, I know how hard I was trying.

I made it out of that pit, I've built a life for myself, I have community, I have loved ones, I have a partner that isn't abusive. I have a future again.

If you're in that pit, if this resonates with you at all, I just want to say; there's hope. You can make it out, you can rebuild, you've got this. I am so fucking proud of you for doing your best, just like I'm proud of past me for doing hers. I believe in you, I'm rooting for you, and I know that you've got this. Don't give up, don't check out of life, don't let the stagnation become your status quo. I know that you can do it. Find your path, and work your way out, one step at a time. You've got this.

❤️

#trans #queer #transgender #lgbtqia #audhd #actually audhd #actually autistic

[beedreamscape]

(Third instalment of me being obsessed with hair tending as a form of affection, but also background for some personal lore/fanon exploration. Laerryn/Loquatius. Pre-marriage. 2.4k words)

"Would you like some help, dear?"

Loquatius' not wearing shoes, rarely does at home despite the nice slippers Nydas gifted him, which is why she doesn't hear as he walks into the room.

Laerryn blinks and takes a moment to process his words, hair brush held still mid-pull. Yes, she did spend the night tangled in his arms and legs, yes, she tasted him, but the sight of him --- especially now with his honey-gold velvet robe falling over one shoulder, teacups on a silver tray, and hair ungroomed falling over his forehead --- never fails to leave her mesmerized.

He places the tray on the still messy bed and steps behind her where she sits before her vanity, placing one of the teacups before her amongst the mess of beauty products and jewelry, patting down the voluminous tangled mess the bed made of her hair. Well, the bed and Loquatius.

She lowers her hand from her hair with a half puff half chuckle. "What do you know about braiding?"

He gently takes the brush from her hand with a toothy smile. "I've been every type of person, you really think I didn't teach myself a few braiding techniques?"

She adjusts her posture to get more comfortable, knees to her chest. "Doesn't mean you know mine."

"I've looked at you enough hours to have it figured out. It'll kill the curls if I brush through, is that what you were planning?"

"Yes, I'll wash my hair tonight, don't worry. I'm just trying to get it controlled for work."

He acknowledges her words with a nod and so begins brushing, careful and dextrously enough to not pull much on her scalp without sacrificing speed, working his way up from her tips.

She looks at his focused face through the mirror, the tip of his silvery grey tongue poking from between his lips. "Tell me something, and don't lie."

He smiles. "It's not like I could."

"Have you turned into me before?"

The answer is instantaneous and his tone without shame. "Of course I have."

"Quay!" She laughs, scratching her knees.

"I have turned into you a few times before but only because I missed you and I wanted to bring you to memory, I didn't do anything inappropriate. I do it to every relevant person I meet, I keep an archive in case of... necessity, both mental and on paper."

It was almost out of necessity, he thinks. If she were ever to leave his sights forever, if she ever told him she didn't want to see him ever again, he couldn't possibly stand to live a life where he couldn't see her.

It took him some time until he was able to piece her together accurately, it started the first time she smiled at him and it became complete the fourth or fifth time they slept together completely naked, the night when neither of them slept and he spent the intervals between fucking, admiring her as she laid spent on the bed.

"What would you need to turn into me for?"

"No idea but I'm always prepared." He stops, sighs, and places deliberate kisses from the tip of her ear inwards. "You are an exceptionally beautiful woman," he whispers... in her voice.

She jumps in her seat. "What the actual fuck!? That's uncanny!" And he laughs back with his voice which, in the end, mingles with her laughter. "I hate that that turned me on a little."

He nuzzles behind her ear. "We can have a little fun someday."

Her eyes are wide as her head swings to look at him. "Seriously?"

"Yes." And pulls back, straightening up.

She laughs even louder but Laerryn, who is very far from being a shy person, can't help hiding her heated cheeks behind her hands.

"I love you, Loquatius."

And he can't gauge the weight she places in her words but it's irrelevant to his heartbeat that skyrockets in a blink of an eye or his face that glows like a nightlight which she wouldn't have noticed so fast had he not fallen silent so suddenly.

A sigh falls from her lips. This man, who spent that previous and several other nights loving her down to the bone, blushes at the playful confession of her affection and Laerryn can't help the surge of butterflies just below her lungs.

"Quay," she calls to get him to look at her. There's a hit of wicked satisfaction in her smile as their eyes meet. "I mean it."

He licks his lips before looking back at the work at hand. "I know."

She reaches back and nips his hip. "I love you, silly goose."

He both winces and laughs. "Oh, my... Thanks, that woke me up. Don't say that ever again."

She raises a finger. "Then don't force me to say it!"

He grabs her shoulder and sets her straight. "Stop moving or I'll take longer!"

It's hard to sit still while pondering the possibility and technicalities of banging him as herself --- How would he taste and smell then? How would he moan? It'd have the potential of being awkward, but she's just the right amount of narcissistic to make it work.

"Am I an easy or hard person to turn into?"

"Well, no shift is technically hard unless the person has too many little details, scars, beauty marks, facial hair distribution, or hair that is... something, or tattoos, I can never reproduce those perfectly."

He considers for a second, stressing on a specially tangled section.

"No, I lied, any species too far-fetched is a struggle. Eisfuura? Dragonborns? There's a pattern, a precision to the texture and disposition of feathers... As for humanoid standards, you're easy because I'm familiar with every inch of you."

She regards the concept, tracing her jawline while observing her reflection in the mirror. Of all her face, she's particularly fond of her eyes, deep set, sharp edges, and golden irises, most times she puts her makeup to work on accentuating them.

She knows she's good-looking given the technicalities of symmetry and convention, but when she stops now, thinking of herself through the lens of Loquatius' eyes, it's as if she never really stopped to look at herself too deeply. He can be whoever he wants, she'll have to sit with this face, mostly unchanged, for dozens maybe hundreds of years to come.

And yet he chooses her, solely her, again and again.

He gathers her hair in a bunch having finished untangling it and takes a deep breath before tackling the mess of her vanity in search of clips and a hair band.

"How do your siblings look like?" He asks in a fit of curiosity and his inability to remain silent.

She sighs and tries bringing them to memory. She doesn't think of her family very frequently and definitely doesn't see them as often as she did around thirty years ago which wasn't that often even then. She has all fond emotions towards them and a collection of good memories, but she was the one who flew the furthest away from the nest. They all stayed back in Domunas while she followed her place of birth and destined home as it traverses the world.

She never called any aspect of her life a product of destiny.

Then she met Loquatius.

But now she thinks of them as if looking through a photo. Through, not at, because within the second all pieces would move and change and shift.

"We look quite a bit different, I'd say. Izar looks like my mom, his skin is imperceptibly lighter than mine but his hair curls more. Golden eyes, big mouth, not just lips. About the same height as me. He's often frowning for some reason but I often heard how people thought him handsome."

He starts braiding, first, the side braids she likes to sport extended to the back of her head, converging to a point.

"He's the one that's married, right?"

"Ten years now. She's a sorcerer."

He almost laughs at her tone of poorly concealed disdain. "Nieces and nephews?"

"Not that I know of."

"Aw." Which makes her laugh, she tries weighing her feelings on the scene of little toddlers calling her aunt and it comes inconclusive, it would be an every seven years occasion either way. Quay's giggling when she refocuses on him. "I like children...! Sporadically. I'm sorry, darling, go on."

"Me..." She looks at her reflection once more, smiling now. "I'm a pretty good mixture. I got dad's features, the eyes, nose, lips, but the overall shape is hers. Dad was very tall and mighty, very handsome with dark skin and even darker hair." She smiles with her teeth which she rarely does. "It was unnaturally black like tiny kinky threads of obsidian, made the gold in the eyes pop out. He was an extremely magical person."

His hand stops at the crook of her neck. "Darling..."

He's not smiling anymore when she lifts her eyes. "What?"

"You never told me your father..."

"Oh... it never came up."

"You don't have to talk about it."

She waves it off. "Don't worry, it's been a long time since he passed. He was already an old elf when he met my mom. He's the reason I got so interested in the engineering of magic."

"And what about the younger ones?"

"The twins look like him, decidedly, except for the most striking features, the eyes and the height. Coily hair, really dark skin, perked up ears, slender. Warvely's hair is so long and puffy, she does works of art with it since she was very young, she's a kindred spirit to you in that aspect."

"What about the boy?"

"Keeps it close to the scalp. He's an aberration in that aspect. We're all very meticulous with our appearance and he's... a mess. Or was the last time I saw him. They're young elves, it's all I have to say." She bites her lip and tries to observe what Loquatius' doing without moving too much as he starts braiding the other side of her head. "Not to sound narcissistic, but I think we're a pretty good-looking bunch."

He laughs heartily. "I have no doubts about that. I can't wait to meet them next time we land."

"Please, do not tell them I said that. I need to humble them, not feed their ego."

"I've no doubts you're the humblest of the pack."

She reaches back to the hand he has in her hair and skims her palm up to his elbow. "It's your fault, you spoil me."

"Guilty. Well, I'm especially excited to meet your mom. A runecrafter... if you're unbearable as an abjurist, I can't imagine how much of a brainiac she must be. I wanna see the kind of woman that births Laerryn Coramar."

"I probably came out her with a fist stretched out."

"That sounds... painful."

She puffs. "I... can't believe I'm saying this, but she'll love you. You're the perfect amount of flourish and charm to satisfy her, she's as extroverted as you. Which I inherited none of."

"Well, you were precisely the right amount of extroverted to get with me, and that's excellent by my standards." A smirk curls on the corner of his lips all of a sudden. "And how will you introduce me to her, huh?"

She shrugs. "That depends on how you'll behave until the next replenishment."

"Oh, I promise I'll be good to you."

And as the conversation fizzles out, she occupies herself with her makeup as she has already showered off the remnants of the night before, emanating a soapy scent of violets. She opts for the familiarity of her palette of metallic eyeshadows and dark brown lipstick, every now and then catching Loquatius' eyes watching her before sharing a smile.

Now with both sides braided to her scalp, he takes the loose extension of it and unites it into a single chunky braid. He ties the end with a small dark hairband and decorates the top braids with hair clips of tiny golden flowers that, as he takes a step back, look like specks of gold.

He places both hands on her shoulder and leans down, watching as she brushes her eyebrows into place. "You didn't finish your tea, now it'll smudge your lipstick."

She purses her lips and swirls the teacup. "It must be cold by now anyway."

"So is mine." They just look at each other in silence and Laerryn decides that this, this moment, every single one of those slow mundane moments she's spent with him matters, being near him simply breathing the same air matters. He smiles, brushes the back of his fingers against her cheek, and she has to clench her jaw to keep herself from kissing him. "So, did I do a good job?"

He takes a curved table mirror and holds it up so she can see the back. She doesn't even dare to touch it, for a second considers never again touching her hair, keeping the work of his hands forever there whenever someone asked she'd tell them it was Loquatius who put it together, who took half an hour of his day to focus solely on her.

But then if she did he wouldn't be able to bury his fingers in and she quickly discards her reverie.

"Your hair is a full thick blessing, there's so much we could do with it."

"We?"

"Didn't you like my job here?"

"Of course I did, it's beautiful. Would you want to help me with my hair again in the future?"

"Of course, whenever our schedules allow us, I will love to do it again. Maybe you could show me the hairdos you like most or that you always wanted to try, if you have any you haven't tried at 138."

"Oh, trust me, there are many."

"So it's decided. There's a beauty catalogue Zenith used to publish, it's been out of publication for a while now, but I kept a few of them for inspiration. I bring it here and we can flip through the hair section of it."

And, for reasons he doesn't understand, she bursts out laughing, full of joy and levity, before turning around and wrapping her arms around him.

She pulls back her head without unwrapping her arms. "Quay, Quay, only you to get me to do things like that. Meeting my family, flipping through beauty magazines, tea trays in the morning. I'm a grown woman, I'm an Architect to be... but I guess I'm also a fool."

The kiss he places on her painted lips is cloud soft. "Don't worry, darling, all your secrets are safe with me."

#guess who's being fluffy about the divorseelies again??? #does lae have textbook only child energy? (like her creator if I didn't hallucinate her saying that) Yes. #But she also has 'been the youngest child of older parents for enough years to be like *this*' vibes #i'm an only child as well. i don't know what i'm saying #anyway I just wanted to give her a birth family since the rest of the party has none alive(?) kinda sorta #i gave them all names and classes weekssss ago. i'll post about them one day #laerryn x loquatius #loquaerryn #writing #flash fic