#❪ if i loved you less i might be able to talk about it more ❫ / ooc.

[cauterisen]

petition for me to use this to describe kimiko's eyes from now on in everything i write

#❪ if i loved you less i might be able to talk about it more ❫ / ooc. #i'm joking... or am i #she stared into the distance with her glacial freeze gatorade flavor colored eyes

[melukonova]

LOVING SEPHIROTH, sephiroth x reader.

tw. mentions of his hurtful past, emotional abuse that miniroth didn't deserve :( this post can be seen as suggestive but it's left mostly to your interpretation

a/n. for @silverflqmes , my best friend who has inspired me to write yet again for something i love and for writing various requests for me, indulging me in my own happiness. you are never leaving this deep hole of ff7 that i dug for you AHAHAHAH! this is also for the many fans who have made fanfics and such that have shaped me now<3 much love to you all! (i will make more headcanons if this gets love) also sephiroth might be a little ooc since he's new territory of writing for me :,)

info. very lovable and soft sephiroth<3 very short blurbs! inspired by the song everything by lifehouse, i can see him relating about you, the reader, and how he feels for you. enjoy! pre-nibelheim!!!

𐚁. sephiroth's love language can be seen as quality time as seen with the time he spent with genesis and angeal, he grew very attached easily. i can see this in a similiar way since i'm sure once you've caught sephiroth's eye, you're happily in his heart. he enjoys just being together, perhaps he'll teach you how to use masamune (a toy version at least since he wants to protect you from injuries). don't get me wrong, every other love language applies for him too but i know he's happiest with the fact that you're there by his side.

𐚁. he is very awkward with affection so the first time you hold him, i think he wouldn't know what to do but he'll awkwardly pat your back while trying not to freak out a bit by being touched since he was experimented on as a child. please teach him how to love, he didn't get enough as kid... i think being patient with him would also warm his heart with you as well. he isn't the best with people, just in using his sword... which is why it's an anomaly to him if you stuck around for this long.

𐚁. indulging ellie on this one: sephiroth with a kitten. he probably is the one to adopt a kitten out of the two of you except what you didn't expect was him to basically mother the kitten. i think his wounds are still healing from the fact that the locket of his mother was torn away from him.. but you guys both loved that kitten very much, naming saikou which means radiance. it is the radiance of both of your lives and definitely a way to heal from your guys' pain, whatever it may be from your end but i know sephiroth suffers from loneliness and feeling not good enough. he feels this much less because of you though and of course, saikou. saikou is now your love rival... the kitty is his precious baby but you are his most prized treasure.

𐚁. while i said quality time is his favorite love language, i think that he likes physical affection as well since he never really knew what it's like to be loved. he wanted to learn though as well as learn to love you which led to teaching him how to cuddle. still very awkward, he's trying his very hardest as he pats your head and encases you into his body. eventually it led to couch cuddles every time he came home from work, he won't say it out loud but this is his favorite part of being able to be with you. he is so beyond smitten.

𐚁. as sephiroth had been in SOLDIER all of his life, he's not completely sure the best way to comfort you on many things but what he can do is to give you a better night! he'd come home with flowers since somehow zack had talked him into buying flowers from his girlfriend, what can i say? zack was a persuasive businessman and sephiroth had no clue how to be a good boyfriend. he'd probably panic if he couldn't make you feel better, he just wants you happy and would slay his enemies (those who wronged you). he'd indulge you in just about anything that you wanted to do between him trying on your favorite dress, self-care day with face masks, kisses all over to make you less insecure or just to feel more loved, an ice cream date, etc. you name it and it's done. he'd even sneak you into the training room on the SOLDIER floor to take you on a loving date with an even more beautiful sunset but all he could see was his sun, you.

𐚁. you already know his hair care routine since it was leaked from your mail, did i mention you were apart of sephiroth's fan club? he uses a WHOLE bottle of shampoo and conditioner. one day you had to braid his hair, adding in flowers to his hair as you braided it. he loved it since it kept his face clear for combat, meanwhile genesis and angeal snickered at him since his s/o made him look all pretty so none of his enemies would take him seriously. masamune said differently than his hair did. if somebody ruined the artwork of your braiding? they ALSO had a date with masamune.

𐚁. he doesn't like a lot of attention as many would say since he is so famous. this is the big question, how did you enter his life in comparison to the fangirls? you understood him. it was a new feeling for him and he didn't know how much he would end up loving it. no thirsting over how hot he was or saying how strong he had been. just a simple: "i know you've been working hard for so long, you deserve some rest," was enough to make him moved by you. nobody could compare to you in his innocent heart. he was so new to every experience, every hug, every kiss, and every touch you gave him. each time was something new that he had learned to love about you and eventually love about himself as well. you helped him to understand he was more than a monster, more than a soldier, more than just a test subject.

𐚁. what you hadn't expect is to find a loving sephiroth in the kitchen with you, holding you close to him as you listened to italian cooking music (the pasta addict in me thinks he'd want to learn more about pasta and its origin). his head was leaning down towards yours while staring down at your lips as you both had been swaying. his hand had been on your waist and the other had been moving up from your shoulder, over your neck slowly with care, to your soft cheek. capturing you in his lips, the water had boiled over but he didn't care at that moment. the thing he clung onto most was this moment because at this moment, sephiroth just knew. he was in love and he finally felt free as he deepened the kiss. he knew where home was and he was kissing his own home, taking in all of what makes you so lovable as well.

melukonova, 2024. 𐀔

#smash bros (🌿) #sephiroth x you #sephiroth x reader #sephiroth ff7 #sephiroth #ff7 x reader #ff7 #ffvii x reader #ngl i can appreciate sephiroth more now cause my bestie open my eyes to the beauty that is analyzing sephiroth

[mylovelo-ak]

— crocheting a reversible octopus for the sully brothers

navi

one of the "human" things you loved to do even after becoming na'vi was crocheting. and what better than to crochet your lover a plush?

warnings: a swear word, kind of ooc?

a/n: reader is human turned na'vi; i love crocheting. last post maybe ?? for a few days bc school starts tmr!! haha!! kms!! might have mistakes im hella sleepy

lo'ak sully

— "what the fuck is that?"

you've crocheted lo'ak countless of things before, so he was no stranger to your habit and gifts

but this?

— "it looks like a head with a bunch of queues."

— "lo'ak! how dare you!"

when you finish crocheting he isn't less confused, he's even more puzzled when you start turning it inside out

— "it's reversible! isn't that cool?"

— "sure, if i knew what it is."

you explained that it was a reversible octopus to help him express his feelings

and lo'ak 100% keeps his feelings to himself bc he never wants to "burden" you

def the type to js be all pouty instead of outright telling you why he's upset

refuses to use it at first

— "why can't i just tell you how i feel?"

— "because you hardly ever do, lo'ak."

grumbles and finally gives in

one day you head back to your marui after a long day of hunting w aonung and tsireya

he looks jealous and upset but you can't tell

you js talk to him like normal until you realize he's giving you one-word responses

so u ask him if he's okay and he js

— "i'm !!! mad !!! i used ur octopoo and you still can't tell i'm mad !!!"

turns out the octopoo was hidden in a corner somewhere upset with u [ >:( ]

— "well maybe if you didn't hide the octopus, i could actually give you the kisses and cuddles you want."

starts using it like a voucher for kisses/hugs after that

sleeps with it when he misses you a lot

"lo'ak i'm so sorry—" you stopped, clamping your hand over your mouth to not wake the sleeping boy.

you planned to go stargazing with him a few hours earlier but now it was way past eclipse, and he, unfortunately, had fallen asleep. there was a knot in his eyebrows and a frown on his face. in his arms, the octopus was squeezed tightly, however that didn't hide the angry >:[ glare of it.

neteyam sully

— "is this for me?"

probably watched you crochet a lot

likes to keep track of what you make and helps motivate you

you make him model your work sometimes

— "(name) says this skirt is so slay."

— kiri: "slay???"

he found the octopus very cute, and was willing to try it out

— "so i just turn it inside out when i'm sad?"

neteyam strikes me as the type to be obvious about what he feels, but he wouldn't vocalize it per se, you'll have to be good at catching cues

shows it off a lot to his family

— "look what (name) made me !!"

— kiri: "is that slay too?"

the first thing you see when you go to see neteyam is the sad plush seated comfortably in his hands. he's looking out onto the water, seemingly deep in thought.

"hi, you wanna talk about it?"

he shook his head and leaned against you, head tilted on your shoulder. even though he felt a lot better being able to express his negative feelings a lot easier, he still felt shy about ranting.

but this was more than enough for him, having you beside him, synchronized hearts beating in understanding.

#atwow #lo'ak x reader #lo'ak #atwow x reader #avatar the way of the water #avatar x reader #lo'ak sully #neteyam #avatar #avatar 2 #neteyam headcannons #neteyam fanfiction #neteyam imagine #neteyam x reader #neteyam sully #lo'ak headcannnons #lo'ak te suli tsyeyk'itan #lo'ak headcannons #mature

[dyns33]

Family business

I still need to watch the show but I wanted to do a Alfie Solomons x reader. I'm sure all the characters are ooc, so sorry about that.

The good thing about being part of the Shelby family was that its members were very united because blood ties were sacred. The problem about being part of the Shelby family was the same thing.

Y/N often repeated it to herself, closing her eyes to keep her calm, while her brothers asked ridiculous or difficult things, considering that she didn't have the right to say no to them, just as they didn't have the right to tell her no either.

The fact that they didn't have the same mother didn't change anything. Their father may have been an asshole, but they were all Shelbys, united, hard-working, persevering, and here for each other.

They didn't often ask her things that would put her in danger. They were terribly protective of their little sisters, especially Arthur, but there were times when a feminine touch became essential to finalizing a deal or gaining someone's trust.

Almost no one knew that Y/N was a Shelby. Her mother had died when she was young and Polly had welcomed her into this strange world as soon as she learned that her idiot brother was her father. However, as soon as she was able to earn her own money, Y/N found a small place to live on her own, although she remained close to her family.

For Tommy, that made her perfect for a mission he'd had in mind for some time.

“I want you to become Alfie Solomons’ secretary.”

"Who ?" Y/N had asked, trying not to wince.

"It doesn't matter. He doesn't trust easily, but he's been having trouble managing his business for some time, too many unforeseen events, too many incompetent people. You are competent. Earn his trust, become indispensable, listen to his conversations, read his letters, and brings us all important information."

Y/N didn't know what important information was, even less so since she still didn't know who this Alfie Solomons was when she showed up at his office. Her brothers had decided that it was best for her not to know too much, not because she might be afraid, but because the man was very good at seeing through people. It wasn't very reassuring.

However, at first glance, Mr. Solomons did not seem that terrible. He showed a big smile when he saw Y/N, opening his arms and inviting her to come and sit down, offering her tea during their interview and listening attentively to everything she said. Despite his broken back, he insisted on walking her to the door, lowering her hand and declaring that he was delighted to have found his new secretary.

Two things quickly became quite clear after several weeks working with Alfie Solomons : he wasn't running a bakery at all, and he was perfectly charming.

Well, it happened that he shouted at certain employees, even hit them, and probably worse when there were no witnesses, but with Y/N, he was undoubtedly the most sweet and polite man. the sweetest in the world.

Even when she made mistakes, which didn't happen often, he would shrug his shoulders and say it was her fault, because he was asking a lot of her, before offering her a cup of tea and some biscuits.

Sometimes she would find flowers on her desk when she arrived in the morning.

“Slept well, love ?”

"Very well, Mr. Solomons, thank you. And you ?"

"Call me Alfie, love. And I haven't slept yet."

"Are you saying that so I don't wake you if I find you asleep again before a meeting, Mr. Solomons ?"

“I know you will do it no matter what, you cruel woman.”

When they didn't have too much work, they talked. Alfie Solomons had an opinion on everything, stories to tell, anecdotes or more or less strange questions on philosophical subjects as well as on perfectly futile or strange things. He often made her laugh, which seemed to please him.

On the contrary, he did not like it when another employee, client or business partner allowed themselves to be rude to his favorite secretary. It wasn't often, word had quickly spread about what Mr. Solomons did to those who misbehaved with Y/N.

For some, they were sleeping together. It didn't help that he often drove her home, even if it was only when it was very late, raining, or very cold.

Even though she promised them it wasn't true, her brothers were a little worried. They didn't like seeing Alfie hovering around their little sister like that, even if she brought them some interesting information thanks to her position.

It wasn't normal that she managed to have so much information, which worried them even more because Alfie Solomons really wasn't the type of man to take such a risk, so either he had discovered who she was and he was either giving Y/N wrong informationsn or he liked her so much he let her have everything.

The Shelby brothers didn't know which would be the worst. With all the information turning out to be true, they didn't know what to make of it.

Y/N didn't ask herself these kinds of questions, too busy with her work as a secretary, trying to keep her distance from her employer who was much too charming to be honest, and who was obviously not very appreciated by her family .

He sometimes asked her to marry him, but only as a joke, when she brought him a meal or when she forced him to put a pillow behind his back so that he wouldn't suffer the next day, or when She took care of his business perfectly.

Everything stopped after Arthur's beating.

The next day, Tommy called his sister to order her to leave. He was kind enough to apologize when he told her that she would probably have to move, but that she could always stay to Watery Lane with them while she found something, to make sure that Alfie wouldn't find her. Although he didn't see why he would look for her.

Solomons was disappointed to learn that his beloved secretary had to leave town for family reasons, but he seemed to understand, kissing her one last time on the hand and wishing her a good life.

“I guess it’s still a no for marriage ?”

"Mr. Solomons…"

"I know, I know, I'm just an old idiot. Take care, love. Shalom to your brothers and sisters."

Several months passed before this little sentence made sense to Y/N.

It hadn't shocked her, because the man talked too much for her to take in everything he said, it was only polite that he wished the best for his family, and she had been too busy not to show that their separation affected her.

Not seeming to see that she had become attached to the wandering Jew, Tommy did not warn her when it was decided to do business with him, against the Italians. He hadn't warned Arthur either, who wasn't happy to see Alfie again.

The meeting went well, from what Y/N understood. Alfie presented his "apologies" to Arthur, before agreeing to help him sort out their affairs with the Italians. He didn't ask for too much money, which surprised the brothers a little. He didn't hold them by the balls, it was the opportunity.

But no, he decided to be a gentleman, helping them in honor of old times. As he left, he only asked Tommy to greet his charming sister for him, winking.

The deal then no longer really mattered, because the Shelbys discovered something much more important. Solomons had discovered who he had hired as his secretary. He knew Y/N was one of them.

"… You're not serious. Thomas, you said it would be temporary."

"I know… I know ! Little sis, you have to understand that he is very dangerous. He is going to get revenge, he is going to hurt you and there is no way I am letting that happen."

“He won’t do anything to me.”

"It's business. He'll do it like he did to Arthur. You need to understand that you're not safe out there. Stay with us, stay home."

Y/N's worst nightmare was happening. Locked up with her family, without hope of independence or freedom. She should never have agreed to help Tom.

Unfortunately he seemed to be right, because she saw Ollie several times through the window, and other employees of the Bakery hanging around in the street. It was too risky to go out.

Then the flowers arrived. Deliveries of packages containing perfumes, books, tea. There was no need for him to sign them, but Alfie Solomons seemed to insist that the Shelbys understand that he knew full well where to find their sister.

Arthur wanted to kill him. John thought he needed to speak with this madman before it was too late. Tommy considered that just not bringing up the subject would make him calm down, too busy with other problems.

When the flu came, staying indoors protected no one. Ada brought the illness home and soon the most fragile members of the family were bedridden with fever.

A doctor came to examine them, to the surprise of the older brothers, who did not have enough money this month to pay for his services. He only said that they didn't need to worry about it, taking care of Finn, Ada, then Y/N, before going out without asking for a penny, leaving them with remedies and instructions.

The others' health improved quickly, but Y/N remained sick, shaking and sweating, sleeping for several hours before being awakened by nightmares, tired as if she hadn't slept for days.

One night, a hand on her damp forehead brought her out of her torpor. The hand remained still, only the thumb caressing her skin.

"You have to sleep, love. I brought tea, for your throat."

“Al… Alfie ?”

"Yes, love. Everything is fine, rest."

"It was you… who sent the doctor…"

"I wasn't going to let my favorite secretary die from a slight fever. Why isn't anyone at your bedside ? I don't like it, I'm going to have a word with your brothers."

Arthur and Tommy would undoubtedly have taken this as a threat, Solomons managing to enter their home and sneak up to their little sister's room without being seen, then being able to do her all the harm he wanted.

Y/N knew he wasn’t going to hurt her. It had been obvious for several weeks that he didn't intend to, with all these ridiculous gifts and letters, where he kept asking her if he wanted to marry her. He was having fun, nothing more. He continued to tease her, while scaring the Shelbys.

"It's not very nice." Y/N whispered, trying to keep her eyes open.

“It’s too easy to annoy them, it’s not my fault.”

“I wasn’t talking about that.”

"Ah. You see, love, I don't know what to do about it anymore. I did everything to make you see that I was serious, I who never seem serious. I knew it would be difficult at first, because you thought I didn't know who you were. I knew before I hired you. Then you left, I thought I was going to die, but I told myself that now that you weren't working for me anymore , if I said that I knew, then it would be easier. What should I do ? Buy a horse ? A trailer ? There is a gypso rite that I don't know to ask for the hand of a woman ? I have to go and see Arthur and duel him ? I can do it, he doesn't scare me, love. I can go right now."

"No… Stay with me…" she begged him, holding out her hand, coughing again.

Unable to not get agitated when he was speaking, Alfie Solomons had stood up to show that he would go to her brother's room to beat his face, but he immediately sat down next to Y/N, I took her hand which he kissed with all the tenderness he was capable of.

“Stay with me…” she repeated miserably.

"Yes, love, I'm here. I'm not going anywhere, I'm here."

And he was still there when she opened her eyes the next morning, holding her hand and smiling as her fever seemed to be going down. The moment was slightly ruined by Finn, who wanted to see if she was better and who screamed when he saw Solomons. Alfie yelled louder, even if it was to order the bellowing to stop because Y/N needed to rest.

This of course alerted the entire Shelby family, who ran into the room.

At first, Alfie refused to leave. He promised he would stay, so he would stay.

Then, seeing Y/N's pleading look who didn't want anyone to get hurt, he sighed as he agreed to follow the brothers into the kitchen, for a discussion, but only if he was allowed to come back to see her to say goodbye to her afterwards.

"If I didn't kill you first…"

"Oh, Arhur. Shalom ! Glad to see you haven't lost your humor !"

Ada stayed with her sister, helping her to drink, rubbing water on her forehead, and not being able to stop herself from asking her what had happened. Y/N reassuring her, explaining that Alfie had sent the doctor, that he wasn't dangerous, not at all.

Unlike the others, Ada did not take care of their brothers' less than legal affairs. She understood that this Solomons was not a good person, but neither of them were, and he seemed very attached to Y/N.

"And you ? What do you think of him ?"

"He's a fool."

"I see. You like him. Do you think Tommy would be alright with you dating ?"

"I'm afraid Alfie doesn't care about Thomas' approval." Y/N sighed, trying to hear if any screams were coming from downstairs. "He is very stubborn."

"I thought I noticed, with all these gifts. If he asks you to marry me, I want to be a bridesmaid."

“He’s asked me before, several times.”

“Damn, Y/N, Arthur is going to have a heart attack.”

Fortunately, the eldest did not have a heart attack, but he initially refused to believe Solomons' sincere feelings. The others were skeptical too. As she predicted, it didn't matter to Alfie, who only cared about her opinion.

He also pointed out that only Y/N had the right to order him to leave, by telling him that she never wanted to see him again. One word from her, and he wouldn't bother them anymore. But a yes, and he would be the happiest man in the world.

“With a beautiful family of fucking gypsos, but the happiest all the same.”

“She will never say yes to you !” John replied.

"Fucking hell, still speaking for her. Let's ask her. But not now, she still needs to recover. Leave her alone."

The brothers did not obey, waiting until the wandering Jew had kissed Y/N's hand and finally left to question her in turn, despite Ada's protests.

Only Tommy remained near the bedroom door, watching his sister in her bed. When their eyes met, he seemed to ask her a silent question, and she felt tears forming, unable to hide her answer.

He nodded, before whistling to tell everyone to get out. He said nothing, only smiling tenderly as he closed the door, leaving her alone with his blessing.

When Alfie Solomons would be back, with a white horse, new flowers and his proposal, she could say yes to him if she wanted, without fear of war. Because even though business was important, family was more important, and if Y/N was happy with him, then no one could say anything against that.

Her future husband only had to remember that if he hurt one of them, her the first, he would pay for it.

#peaky blinders #alfie solomons #alfie solomons x reader #alfie solomons imagine #alfie solomons fanfiction

[angel-kyo]

Pay it no mind

Part XVI (kinda? Idk. Explanation in the note.)

In which reader confesses their feelings to Gojo, but it seems these are not returned (maybe?).

Warnings: reader is on the receiving end of rejection (kinda), and the fact that I'm obsessed with unrequited love is a warning itself. I would say reader is ooc in this one, or it might feel like that. I don't know. There are also mentions of a difficult family situation (awful father, deceased mother, etc.)... Oh, and this almost makes me look anti-Gojo (I'm not, though).

Previous: Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V, Part VI, Part VII, Part VIII, Part IX, Part X, Part XI, Part XII, Part XIII, Part IV, Part XV

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“Aomori?” you repeated in disbelief. Isn’t that like…?”

Haruki leaned forward on his elbows on the table and placed his head in his hands in frustration. You watched his fingers bury themselves in his brown curls and tug them.

“It’s about a ten-hour bus ride or four hours in the train...” he said without looking at you. His eyes were on the table, and you could only see the top of his head. “That if I’m lucky… Which I am not, obviously,” he grumbled and lifted his head to look at you.

You two were at the coffee shop where he worked, or rather, used to work. He had submitted his resignation the day before.

“That’s far.” You were not sure of what else to say. The notice of his departure was coming in too sudden. Only a few days ago you had been talking about maybe meeting up on New Year’s Eve, and now he was leaving? “For… For how long?”

Ikeda looked outside and shrugged. “He’s transferring me there so I guess he means at least until the end of high school, and then…” he frowned. In fact, he was not sure of what would happen after that. “I’m sure that jerk will come up with something else.”

Haruki looked back at you and, realizing what he had said, quickly apologized for speaking like that in front of you.

“I’m sorry. I just can’t believe he did this behind my back. I knew he could not stand seeing me, but I never thought he would plan something like this and ambush me any other Tuesday.”

He sighed, and you looked at him with sympathy. It was the most distressed you had ever seen him, and the most upset too.

Haruki, who always looked happy and unbothered when he was with you, had only ever appeared uncomfortable, and sometimes even angered, when he spoke about his father. At first, you had believed they just did not get along, but it was more than that; Haruki had told you once that his father seemed to resent him since his mother left.

“I’ve never blamed her,” he told you one day while you waited for his train, “she was sick and he was never at home, but when he was, he was horrible to her.”

He had then showed you her picture. A beautiful woman with long brown hair and bright eyes a few shades clearer than her locks, smiling and hugging an eight-year-old Haruki; he had definitely gotten the looks from her, and it was evident she had loved him dearly.

Due to her illness, Haruki’s mother had passed away just a couple years after leaving her husband, before she was able to fulfill her promise to his son to come back for him. Hence, Haruki had ended up stuck with a resentful father who was almost never at home, but when he was, he was as horrible to his son as he had been to the mother he resembled. And now, he was sending him to live with his uncle in a distant prefecture to attend a new school.

He had given Haruki little less than a week to, and the boy quoted, “wrap up any business in Tokyo.”

Apparently, that included you, who did your best to comfort him, even if there was not much you could say or do.

“I will miss you,” Ikeda said after you assured him it would be alright and that two or three years would sure fly by, and then he would not need to listen to what his father or his uncle said. It seemed his mood had improved a little at that.

“I will miss you too,” you told him, still wrapping your head around the idea of not seeing him anymore.

If only you could see curses, maybe there would be another way out for you, maybe we could have more time.

You pushed that thought away. That was selfish thinking, was it not? Of course, you would not want Haruki to live in gore and pain as a sorcerer. There had to be better, more peaceful options for him somewhere.

“I like you a lot.” His words pulled you out of your head, and when your eyes focused on him, you noticed his face was flushed, but he was looking right at you. “I think I could have loved you. Not that I don’t now,” he smiled softly, “but in the way I wanted to love you.”

There was a tinge of sadness in his voice, but your heart was beating faster as he spoke. Did that mean you wanted to love him too?

“I…” you started, but he shook his head and smiled.

“It’s fine. I thought we had more time, so I did not tell you sooner, but now, I just realized I wanted to let you know in person.”

Haruki had not planned to confess that day. He was only going to tell you he was leaving and ask you to stay in touch but realizing that it might be the last time he was going to see you in, perhaps, a long time, he felt he needed to tell you. He had wanted to tell you since the first time you had accepted going out with him that summer, but he then thought it was better not to rush and just let your friendship take its course.

At the end of the day, people should honor their feelings.

That he believed whole-heartedly. That is why Gojo’s attitude had annoyed him, acting as a jealous boyfriend around you if he was nearby but still claiming to be just your friend. If he wanted more, he should admit it instead of doing whatever he thought he was doing that day he accompanied him to the station.

“Haruki, I like you too,” you said sincerely.

But do you like me as I like you? the boy wondered.

He would not ask you that as he would not ask for more at this point. What could he ask, that you waited for him? He was not that arrogant to believe you had to do it nor that idealistic to make promises he knew time could swallow. Knowing that you had cared about him was enough.

He gave you a closed-eye smile. “I’m so glad.”

***

But saying it had not changed anything. You and Haruki had agreed to staying in touch and he had hugged you tightly before letting you go.

Maybe he knew we would drift apart.

You had kept texting and calling each other after that. Once he was with his uncle, he had given you his address, so you could exchange letters; he even sent you a few postcards with some pretty views around his new city. For a little while, you thought you could remain friends and just live on it, but his absence became increasingly painful, and when you both got busy with school again, and he was barely replying to your messages and his letters felt distant, the realization that maybe you had truly loved and lost was devastating.

It happened slowly but not painlessly. There was just never a good time for a quick call anymore, the messages were fewer and shorter, and you probably did not reply to the last one because there was nothing to say, and finally, the letters. Oh, the letters... Once funny and vibrant as your friend had been, they became nothing but curt and disappointing. It was hard to believe that two people who once had so much to talk about could barely bring themselves to write more than a few lines for each other.

I guess people can enter your life seamlessly, but they can hardly leave like that.

Your friends comforted you to their best, and Satoru made it his mission to ensure you would not feel lonely doing the things you liked anymore. Despite your protests, he attached himself to your hip as he had done it when you were kids, even on the days when you did not want to leave your room.

And when, months after Haruki’s departure, you sat down in front of the training fields, tired of waiting for a letter that would not come, Satoru held your hand firmly as you accepted your loss and stayed by your side unfaltering, the same way you would do for him when Suguru left you all later down the road.

That was how, as the seasons changed, you quietly let go of your friend who had been a child of the spring himself.

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Note: I almost did not want to include this part? I mean, I felt like the other guy needed some explaining, and as much as I enjoyed it, I would say this is almost a filler, so I'm sorry of it's bad. Anyways, if the next part is not the last one, it will sure bring us quite closer. I've not forgotten where I left Satoru, promise!

Thank you for reading!

Next: Part XVII

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[patrophthia]

make you mine | sirius black

⇢ now playing ‘get up’: track 1

pairing: sirius black x reader

wc: 1.7k

genre: angst (maybe)?, one sided pining but not really, shy!reader, maybe OOC sirius

summary: it’s hard having crushes, it’s even harder when you’re someone who’s on the shyer side crushing on someone as popular as sirius black; good things lily evans has it in herself to play a little bit of matchmaker!

Opposite attracts. That’s what they say. And for the most part you believe it’s true. Take magnets for example: the same forces repels whilst the opposite poles pulls each other in. 

You believe that it’s true once again when you realise that you might just be very attracted to someone who was quite literally the opposite of who you are. 

“So who is it?” Lily asks, sitting down besides you. “Don’t feed me the whole ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about spiel’ you’ve been more smiley lately, who is it?” 

You actually hate Lily Evan (well . . . It’s debatable, she’s your best friend after all). “It’s no one important.” 

“It’s not?” She says slowly, as if she was testing out the words. “Is it a crush or a boyfriend?” 

“Crush. No more questions.” 

“Is it one of James’ friends?” She asks, pushing at your buttons. “Is it Sirius?” A gasp. “Seriously? Him of all people?”

Okay now you do actually hate Lily Evans. “It’s not that big of a deal,” you mumble, avoiding her eyes. “It’s a small crush, it'll go away.” 

“It better.” Despite her words, her green eyes lights up, excited by the prospect of your love life. “How long has this ‘small crush’ been going on? Why didn’t you tell me?” 

 “A week maybe?” You lay your head on your table. “Didn’t tell you because I knew you’d act like this.” 

“Like what?” She feigns a pout. “Judging you for your horrid taste in men? Let’s be honest here, it’d be a hassle to date Black.” 

“You say that as if Sirius would ever date me.” 

“Now why would you say that?” Lily frowns now, pushing her red hair back behind her ears. “Sirius is a huge red flag, yeah, but he’d be lucky if he ever lands you.”

You know she means well, but in truth; you’d be the lucky one if you landed Sirius Black of all people. “Does he even know my name?” 

“He—” Lily pauses, “—I think he does.” She then sighs exasperatedly. “But even if he doesn’t, what does it matter? It just means that you’d have new ground to cover when you go out with him.” 

“You expect me to talk about what my name is on my date with Sirius? —if I even land a date with Sirius.” You say incredulously. 

“Not just your name,” Lily says. “It’s just one of the many conversations you could have on your date with him. And on that other matter, it’ll be easy for you to land a date on Sirius, he’s Sirius for Merlin’s sake.” 

“He’s Sirius, Lils. Not a playboy,” you mumble. “I doubt he’d go out with someone who’s not even half as good looking as him.” 

Lily grumbles, reaching over to pinch at your sides. “Are you really saying that about yourself? HAVE YOU SEEN YOURSELF, Yn?” 

Overly supportive, that’s what your best friend is and despite her other annoying traits —like knowing you so well she was able to tell that you had a crush on her boyfriend’s best friend in a split second, you know she means well. 

“It’s not just about looks, Lils.” 

“Hey! You’re the one who brought looks into this conversation,” she argues. “And if it’s not just about looks, Sirius will still be lucky to have you because you’re annoyingly fun to be around. So just— ask him out, Yn. The worst he can do is say no.” 

Yes, the worst he can do is say no. But that single no would be enough to ruin your entire week. So you’d settle for just admiring him from afar. 

Except —well, Lily has other things planned.

“Sirius, this is Yn,” Lily says with a sly smile, “Yn, this Sirius. Remember his name, I know he has a forgettable face.” That little— 

“Hi Sirius.” Is all you say to him, nothing more, nothing less; he doesn’t need to know about how he’s been plaguing your mind all week. “You don’t have a forgettable face, don’t worry about it.”

Sirius is kind enough to laugh it off, smiling fondly at you. You like him, you think— no, you know, you do. “I don’t even know why Evans is introducing me to you, I know you, Yn. We’re in the same classes, I’ve known you for the last seven years of my life.” 

“I know you too, Sirius.” You gulp, trying to think of something else to say. What was wrong with you today? You’re normally a little more talkative than this. It's something odd about Sirius that makes you feel this way though, maybe it’s because of how sickeningly handsome he is. Yeah, that’s it. Blame it on his handsomeness. “I’ve always known you too.” 

“Mhmm,” Lily hums —maybe a little bit too delightfully. “So tell me Sirius, I’m a bit curious here. What do you look for in a significant other?” 

Is she— really doing this? Right now? 

Sirius chuckles, playing it cool. “Are you hitting on me right now, Evans? Is prongs not enough for you?” 

Lily scoffs, rolling her eyes. “You wish. I’m just asking because I wanted to know what it takes for the notorious Sirius Black to finally settle down.” 

Sirius mulls it over for a second. “I guess I’m looking for someone loud (not you), funny (you at times), understanding (you guess), and kind (you could only hope you are).” He glances at you, then adds. “It wouldn’t hurt if they were pretty too.” 

If that’s what it takes for Sirius Black to settle down, maybe it was time for you to start working on those traits. You need to start taking the initiative because even though you might seem super shy, you’re convinced (been convinced by Lily) that it’ll only take you a minute to make Sirius Black yours. 

So, throughout the next hour of you, Lily, and the Marauder’s little hang out session, you try to be more vocal. Talk more, making yourself heard as much as possible despite hating the attention that came with it. 

You crack jokes, here and there; a few funny enough to earn a pity laugh from Lily until you give up completely. Maybe comedy wasn’t your strongest suit. 

You try your best to offer advice when Peter confides his problems with the group, only to realise a few minutes too late that it was better to listen than to say. How understanding could you be if you weren’t even listening to the explanation in the first place? 

And as for being kind? Everybody could always be a little bit kinder, that’s not excluding you. 

Maybe you weren’t really fit to be the one Sirius Black settles down for. Maybe it’ll take more than a minute to make Sirius Black yours, maybe it won’t even happen at all. 

You need to take a breather, you think. You excuse yourself from the group, startling Lily slightly as she begins drifting off on James’ shoulder. You take a deep breath the second you find yourself alone. Letting yourself reiterate your situation. 

You like Sirius Black. Terrible so. You don’t know why you do. You just know that you like seeing him pass by you in the hallways, like seeing him live his life as the popular guy from Gryffindor, like seeing him smile fondly at you when Lily introduces you to him, likes hearing him say that he knows you, he knows you and what you horribly like most: is hearing him say that it wouldn’t hurt if his significant other was pretty as he looked at you. 

It’s sick. It’s sickeningly twisted how such words—mere actions could have such an effect on you. If only you weren’t so shy around him, maybe then you could tell him just how much liked him. How much it ached you to yearn for him as much as you did despite knowing nothing about him past his pretty face. 

“Is it okay if I join you?” It is sick how he finds it in himself to seek you out at a time like this. You nod, and he leans against a wall close by. “Are you okay? You seem different today.” 

You’re quiet for a moment, you then turn to him slowly. “How so?” 

“You’re louder, I’ve never seen you speak so much in the last seven years I’ve known you. You also made jokes which were weird since you’ve always been the one for snarky comments.” And when you furrow your brows at him, he explains himself. “I overhear them sometimes when you mock the Professors. I guess. . . You’re just not the you I know today, is something wrong?” 

You blink slowly, processing the words. Sirius noticed those things about you? “I guess I’m just tired.” 

“You’re loud when you’re tired?” He says with a sly smirk. “Are you sure you’re not just trying to impress me?” 

And if you were? “No.” 

Sirius frowns playfully. “Awh, and here I thought I finally had my chance with you.” 

“What?” You’re pretty sure your brain is short circuiting because there is no way that this conversation is real. Nope. Not at all.

Sirius chuckles at you, finding you more than just adorable. “I fancy you, Yn. I’ve fancied you for a while now, I just didn’t want to say anything because I knew you were shy about these things so I waited for you to take the first move. But it’s been months and I’m getting tired of waiting so I asked Evans to introduce us tonight just in case you didn’t know who I was but you still wouldn’t take the hint.” 

“When will you take the hint and make me yours, Yn?” 

You feel as though your heart was in your throat, staring at Sirius who has patiently waited for you all this time. And you wondered if he’d wait even longer if you asked him to. “Sirius,” you say first, his name feeling foreign in your mouth. It’s both so familiar and new at the same time. “Sirius, I don’t know what to say.” 

“You don’t have to say anything,” he responds carefully. “I just need to know if you feel the same. A nod. A kiss. Anything. Anything to mark me as yours, I will take it.” 

You don’t say anything and he tries to be okay with it, he tries to give you time. You’re not like him, you don’t think like he does, your thoughts differ from his and he thinks that’s why he likes you so much. He likes you so much because opposite attracts, and you are different from him enough for him to feel drawn to you. 

“Sirius,” you say finally.

Sirius watches you with bated breath, “yes?” 

“Let me take you out on a date,” you say first; Sirius waits for you to say more, of course he does, he’ll wait for you even if it’s all he’ll ever do. “And then I promise to make you mine. Does that sound okay?” 

Sirius nods. Of course he nods. Who was he to ever deny you anything?

— from bee: 1/4 of our four boys down! super shy is probably my least fav track on the ep but is still super addictive to listen to

#— series: get up #sirius black x you #sirius black angst #sirius black fanfic #sirius black fluff #sirius black x reader #sirius black fanfiction #sirius black x y/n #sirius black x female reader #sirius black x yn #sirius black x oc

[ivoncu]

𝗜 𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗡𝗔 𝗕𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗕𝗢𝗬𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗 ! — Tsukinaga Leo x reader

xxx. PLAYLIST . I wanna be your boyfriend by Hot Freaks.

— he loves you, yet he is never able to voice out what he felt towards you... But all he needs is a little push from a friend whether it was intentional or not.

xx. c : use of gender neutral terms, gender is not mentioned/specified for reader. insane levels of yearning from leo tsukinaga and some level of doubts and insecurity with him. wrote at like 10 pm on a weekday so this might be shitty, not proofread — might be ooc !

note . this is completely different from the beta... but i think i like this version better. i wrote leo as 'cool' instead of his usual 'cuteness' in mind. he's still just as pathetic though :3 maybe pathetically cool

It's a mystery how his mind works, and much less was it a miracle for him to realize everything. From the start, his feelings weren't always as platonic as he'd thought towards you. The realization alone sends him into a frenzy of denial and childishly denying his ever-growing crush on you yet always throwing a childish tantrum and sulking around his friends whenever he sees someone getting a bit too cozy with you to his liking.

Nonetheless, Leo realizes — he can't just sulk behind a corner without doing anything while hoping you'll look at him the same way as he does if he doesn't do something about it. Oh, but was it hard to even look at you in the eyes; the thought alone sends his heart into frantically thumping against his chest; his face become hotter and redder while stutter he did pathetically over his words and waste his chances... It's really no good! He wants to seem cool in front of you, but he just can never muster up the courage at all, it's annoying!

His friends were to help and give him advices when it comes to love, but none of it were exactly trying to help him. “ Be cool ” — Leo simply could not. “ Try to strike up a conversation about something you two have a common interest with! ” — if that happens, he's afraid he'll go on rambling until he talks your ears off and you'll find him annoying because of it! “ Buy them whatever they want as a gift ” — now, he isn't exactly sure if he has the type of money to do that... “ Trick them into signing a marriage contract and cling onto them forever ” — that'll just drive you away!! Leo's even more concern now, and his friends' advice weren't making him any less confident in talking to you!

To you, Leo was just a friend you occasionally see and to him, you were his whole world — one he would be more than willing to serve his heart on a silver platter to as he yearns from the side. Truly were you his love — his muse; his everything and unbeknownst to you, he had written a song or two unpublished to the public with the thought of you in mind. He grows frustrated amidst his embarrassment much to his dislike of acknowledging it.

... The sweet melody and cheesy lyrics of “ love ” — he feels like a fool! Occasionally he would lose his cool and throw the stacks of paper everywhere across and in deafening silence, he dealt with his own thoughts; how embarrassing. He's seriously doing everything but telling you how he feels.

Even as the corner of his phone lights up the dimly lit room, on the screen shows across the room with your contact number messaging him. He suppose even if he could never confess his love for you romantically, you like him just the same “ platonically? ”

He would be fine (in his words, but he is ABSOLUTELY NOT) with only liking you from afar... That is if you aren't also dating anyone else — he would go insane if you're suddenly dating someone else, and that's the conclusion his mind thought of when suddenly you had gotten so close to that Izumi Sena.

Never once had Izumi ever showed romantic interest towards you; in five people (Knights)— he obviously loves and yearned for you the most and the longest. It wasn't like they weren't aware of it. They knew you were completely off limits ever since the first time he confessed to wanting to do the cheesiest things with you to them they got sick and tired of it.

And yet, his mind he thought you like him romantically — and so did Izumi. You two were laughing at each other's joke and you were beautiful like that; bright eyes and smiling... A sudden feeling of dreadful doubt dropped down his stomach and just as suddenly he felt so sick even if it was just his insecurities.

He thought so too; maybe he's overreacting. Maybe there's nothing going on in between you two, he's sure of it! That's what he tells himself, but slowly this banter went on for days and slowly turned into weeks of utter torture for him. He saw you exchanging contacts, plan on hanging out together — and he felt jealous.

He never liked this feeling of jealousy — especially towards a dear friend like him, but with confusing emotions mixed together came unassumed anger of jealousy. His patience doesn't last long until he gets sick and tired of it and came in between you two with a glare that might've sent chills down Sena's back a bit.

Leo took your hand and ran away with you from him; dragging you far away to somewhere outside the building until his leg gives out — alas, there was only you two all alone on the park as the sun slowly sets into dusk. There was nothing going in the way between you two now.

"I'm sorry for dragging you away like that all of the sudden." He muttered, unable to look at you not for the reason may he make a fool of himself if he stares too long; but instead out of guilt overwhelming his heart.

"... But, I really can't stand it anymore, you know? I see you laughing and being happy with Sena... I want to do that with you. I want to laugh along with you and be happy just as you were with him, so I got jealous...

... This might be selfish, but I really really liked you from the start! I know compared to Sena, I'm childish and all I'm good at is writing music — he's better fit as a "boyfriend" compared to I do, but I really... Like you, [Name]! And I really wanna be your boyfriend!" All these times, the words, the doubts — he was suddenly spilling them out loud to you and he was just as surprised as you. For the first time in a while, his heart feels light from burden despite the nervousness he felt, thus he continued to spoke;

"I might not be as good as Sena — or a pretty model, but I could treat you as half as decently — if not better than he ever could! I'll even compliment you frequently if that's what you want — no, I'll compliment you a lot! " Leo's eyes lit up with sincerity and for the first time, there was confidence and a look of seriousness in his eyes as he looked into yours while gently clasping your hands in his, but he feared he was being a bit overbearing and pushy and his confidence slowly fizzled away.

"Please... Think about it, alright? Because I really like you; I truly do." His tone were calmer, but there's also a melancholic hymn to his voice despite how he tries to force out a smile to you.

He's always the happy go-lucky guy — eccentric in ways, but he always had the purest intentions in his heart. It would be kind of embarrassing if he breaks down in front of you all of the sudden.

He can't stay any longer; if he stays, he's afraid he wouldn't be able to control his emotions any longer. Slowly, he lets go of your hand and exchanged one final glance before trying to walk away — but just as that, you held onto his wrist and pulled him back which surprised him.

"Leo, don't be like that... You didn't even give me the chance to reply." You muttered, your gaze softens looking at him and he simply couldn't look away... You're just so beautiful to him.

"I like you just the same. I'm sorry for making you feel bad all these times — I... Didn't realize."

Your look of sadness sends him into frenzy, he stutters from nervousness because of you.

"H-huh...? Why're you apologizing? It should be me who's apologizing — plus, it's my fault for keeping my emotions hidden all these time from you! You didn't knew at all!"

"... You know, Leo; I had a hunch you liked me... And it wasn't like you were being discrete about it anyway."

"Ah..." Leo stays still, completely surprised. Well, it is true he couldn't keep his emotions from spilling out sometimes, but he was so sure he was being discrete about his feelings for you. He wasn't sure how to react; was he supposed to be embarrassed? Sad? Angry? Even amidst his confusion, he finds amusement in his own embarrassment. He laughs aloud, and it was like he didn't had the saddest look of melancholy in his eyes just a moment ago.

With a big grin on his face, he soon falls onto you with all of his weight and hugged you tightly. The mature and cool Tsukinaga Leo is in touch with his emotions was no longer there; he was now the childish and impatient Leo you knew from the start — and yet, that never changed a thing of how you felt towards him.

"Leo...!" You groan out, stumbling back slightly at the sudden force of his weight against you. He was using his every weight on his body towards you.

"Aha, I just can't help it — I'm so happy, [Name]! I'm really so happy!" He giggles, but his fit of energy quickly dissipates as he gently leans in closer to you, wrapping an arm securely around your waist so you wouldn't escape his hug while his other hand gently intertwine with yours.

"... Let's be together forever, [Name]."

#𓏲🗒️ꜝֶָ֢ 𓈒᮫ 𝐈𝐕 𝑜𝑓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 #ensemble stars x reader #enstars x reader #leo tsukinaga x reader #leo tsukinaga #enstars

[komiloves]

౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆˚ VBS BOYS DATING HCS

Note from Lilin: I'm sorry if some of these are ooc, I'll try my best to write in character <3

Akito is.. To say the least, not very forward with his words nor love. When he's crushing on you, he'll deny it, a lot. He doesn't understand why his heart is beating so much when you're around him, and he hates how he doesn't understand why.

Akito didn't even realize that he likes you, until Ena confronts him with it. ⊹₊ ⋆ DATING ⊹₊ ⋆

Dating Akito means seeing him getting relentlessly teased by if not Ena then An

Average conversation you spectate between him and them are just: "Hey [name], I uh.. Just want to say.. I love you-" "Aw awwww!" "WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU COME FROM."

As if he isn't unlucky enough to stumble either An or Ena when you two are together, Mizuki enters the chat and they would 'gang' up on him with An.

Enough with Akito getting 'bullied', Akito is very much NOT the PDA type of guy.

Dating Akito also means taking things slowly. Be patient with him, it might take time for him to be able to open up and be less shyer with you.

Pay attention to how he holds your hand in crowds so you two don't get separated, the little gifts he snuck into your desk, how he always scold you on your bad habits, while it may seem like he's frustrated or fed up, he really cares.

Once you get the hang of noticing how he shows love through his subtle ways, it's where dating Akito is at the peak.

This man is hardcore tsundere. Point out how his face is red when you sneak little kisses on his cheek? He'll deny it. Ask whether the one putting a chocolate box in your desk was him? He'll deny it. Spoon him? He'll grumble about it then proceeds to fall asleep the next second. Despite how much he's in denial, it also makes him much more cuter every time he denies something.

Akito HATES half assing things, this is another point on taking things slowly and patiently with your relationship and him.

EXTRA(s): Akito invites you on his live shows and whenever he sees you standing in the crowd giving him that smile he always melts over, you can immediately see how much more passionate he looks like while singing.

Note from Lilin [ TOYA ]: I again apologize if any of my hcs are ooc, I will try my best to write in character <3.

Toya on the other hand, is really, REALLY, oblivious about his feelings. He doesn't get it either. Why are his eyes always fixated on your figure? Why does he feel so relaxed hearing your voice whenever you speak?

Toya always unconsciously ramble about you to Akito. Akito, takes the hint soon or later. "Oooh~ I see how it is.." with that signature mischievous smirk of his.

In short, Toya figured his crush on you out through Akito confronting him about it.

Whenever you and Toya talks together when it's break time at school, that smirk of Akito would always creep up his face, he would even sometimes let out a teasing whistle, leading up to Toya sending him a small scowl. 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 DATING 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

Similar to Akito, Toya isn't really forward with his love for you.

He would always compliment you on how you look today and always has his eyes on your figure.

One of the most notable thing in your relationship is how funny his dynamic is with Akito now that you two are dating. Akito would sometimes tease you and Toya would just send him a faint glare, following up with a "Akito." (I can't find a darker blue for Toya so I'll just differentiate An and him by putting bold on Toya's)

Quality times are always the best with Toya. While he would rather not touch the piano again, he would still play your favorite song in the piano while you lay on his shoulder. Or you can take the risk and try cooking together with him. (He nearly sets the kitchen on fire but it's okay because it's Toya).

Toya's hands are mostly cold. He always loves the feeling of your warm hand interlocked with his whenever you two walk together.

Plant a kiss on his beauty mark, and you'll get a guaranteed embarrassed Toya in your arms.

Toya often leaves expensive gifts on your desk, which leads to you feeling guilty for him spending so much money on you. He noticed you trying to return the amount of gifts he had left for you to him. Whenever he sees them, he chuckles to himself, finding your little gesture adorable.

Like Akito, Toya would always invite you to his live shows. After shows, you'd find yourself with a tired Toya, asleep on your shoulder <3.

EXTRA(s): Whenever Toya had an argument with his dad, you and Akito made a plan together to beat Harumichi up and that's the only time he gets along with you without teasing (Toya had to held you two back) /j

#vivid bad squad #akito shinonome #toya aoyagi #akito shinonome x reader #toya aoyagi x reader #x reader #project sekai #komiloves

[localspiderboy]

Hello could you possibly do a fiona gallagher x ftm reader who is debby’s friend/tutor that usually gives her free home made food is she gives him something in return(ice-cream) and he is on testosterone and had top and bottom surgery

You Give You Recieve | Fiona Gallagher x FTM!Reader

summary: You and Fiona grow closer as she thanks you for looking out for her sister.

genre: fluff

word count: 458

DNI WOMEN/FEM ALLIGNED I have gn content that I have no problem with you interacting with :)

a/n: Love this! Thanks for sending it in, sorry for the wait. I kept it kinda short my brain is on a writer's strike lol. Sorry if she's ooc it's been a little bit since I watched the show. I feel so icky I've never written under 500 words lol but I'm getting back into the swing of things. Might expand on this! It's not really mentioned that reader is ftm but if I do another part I will talk about it more.

“Thanks again for helping me out y/n, and for the dinner.” 

You smiled as you walked Debbie to her door, she had been coming to you for after-school tutoring sessions for the last month. It’s been a really big help for her you’re able to explain things in a way that makes it much easier to understand. 

“No problem Deb, I made extra for Carl and Liam too, make sure to give it to them.” Just as she was turning to open the door her sister Fiona stepped out, on her way to take out the trash. 

“Hey Fi!” Debbie greeted her sister quickly before she rushed inside, she must be eager to try what you made for her this time. Fiona and you both chuckle at her antics. 

“Let me get that for you.” You offered and take one of the trash bags from her hands.

“Oh, you don't have-”

“Fiona.” You cut her off and gave her a look that she knew meant you weren’t taking no for an answer. 

Fiona sent you a grateful smile and simply nodded her head. Together you both walked to the curb to set the trash out. 

“Thank you again Y/n.” 

You shrugged as you set the trash bag down. “Eh, no problem these looked heavy so-”

“Not for the trash.” She laughed.  “For tutoring Deb and always sending her home with dinner.” 

“Oh well yeah, I love Deb she’s a smart kid and I always seem to make too much so it’s no problem.”  

You smiled at her and took the time to really get a look at Fiona’s appearance. She looked tired, she’s always tired. There were dark circles under her eyes, and her hair was in a disheveled ponytail. She must have just gotten off work. Still. She looked beautiful.  You know she’s been picking up extra shifts lately. If you could do something to lessen her load you’d gladly do so in a heartbeat, hence the homemade meals you’ve been purposely making extra of. 

Fiona and you had been friends in high school and have only recently gotten back in touch but it really feels like nothing has changed. Despite her not really being able to recognize you when you reconnected although you can't fault her for that.

“I wanna make it up to you, you know for taking care of Deb and everything.”

“Fiona you don’t have to.” 

She had given you the same look you’d given her just moments before and it made you laugh, reluctantly you nodded accepting her offer. 

“The place I’m working at has really good ice cream. My treat?” It was less of a question and more of a demand. 

 “How could I possibly say no to that?” 

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#jumping spider boy #x male reader #male reader #shameless x reader #fiona gallagher x reader #fiona gallagher x male reader #ftm reader #trans reader #fanfic #x reader fan fic #shameless fanfiction

[ananke-xiii]

About Sam Winchester.

[This post has been edited after my discussion with @samjgirl , @sam-winchester-admiration-league and after @adaav 's comment to my post. I really want to thank them for their time and for pointing many interesting points out. I wasn't well informed about the techniques of storytelling and I believe I lost a bit of focus after season 11. Now I'm actually happier as I've started to even more appreciate this character, so win-win for me!]

The character of Sam Winchester was my biggest surprise and my biggest disappointment while watching Supernatural (but it's not his fault). [EDIT: while I still don't particularly like (for now) s12-15, I've realized that my disappoint was more due to my ignonorance of storytelling techniques rather than by the way the character was written]

It was my biggest surprise because I had never related to a fictional character this much before. I think you just have to both be the younger sibling of a dysfunctional nuclear family and be trauma-bonded to your elder sibling to get it. I won't go into further details about it because it's a whole essay, but I have to mention it because I need to state that I feel a deep connection to Sam. We both made the same choices, the same "mistakes", the same sacrifices.

So I was astonished when I started Supernatural because of the way it felt true and real. I don't know if the writers lived similar experiences and were therefore able to tell this story truthfully, but they nevertheless did a hell of a job in describing the unique bond of two siblings trying their best to navigate their traumas.

From season 1 to 8-9ish, we see Sam morphing from being the hero of the story to one of the two main characters. [EDIT: this is incorrect, Sam has always been the hero of the story. I think I felt like he was "shifting" into a slightly less prominent role because Dean, as supporting protagonist, was given more space in order to proceed with the filler episodes]Slowly but surely, Dean also becomes the hero and I think that was fair. [EDIT: see above, technically this is incorrect, sorry lol!]You can't fully narrate the story of a bond withouth fully integrate one part of it. I loved all the parallels to Michael/Lucifer and Cain/Abel. I thought they were brilliant. The show allowed me to go deep inside and start sorting out some stuff I've lived. It really made me think a lot.

It's fair to say that the brothers' codependency was the crux of their problem. It was painful to watch and sometimed downright awkward but the writers got it all right: the otherwise unxeplicable and toxic jealousy they felt for one another, the inability to share their deepest feelings in way other than fighting, and hell yes, even Sam's decision to run away and not look for his brother after season 7. It was not OOC, it's exactly what he did when he was 18 and what John did as well 4 years after that. As a matter of fact, Sam is more similar to John than Dean could ever be.

It's definitely been a long journey but I find that the resolution of their codependency (in season ELEVEN!) was cleverly thought-out and brilliantly executed. It couldn't have happened before, the two bothers must have been either already in or close to their 30s to confront the knot, to acknwoledge the grip the trauma they've lived had on their life. Sometimes getting older does help and give you perspective. This might be why (as I've stated here) season 11 is my favourite one: it gives a sense of closure and hope.

However, here comes the biggest disappointment part. [EDIT: this is due to the fact that in part, I didn't fully get it]

After season 11 Sam morphs from one of the two main characters to a side character. [EDIT: incorrect, as per previous EDIT, Sam is always the hero and lead protagonist]The show must be about the brothers' bond and I'm okay with that. However, it looks like after season 11 the writers couldn't come up with new ideas to talk about this kind of bond. It felt like, other than co-dependency, the bond didn't have much to say. Therefore, both Sam and Dean almost go back to square one while they had all the possibilities to explore a new aspect of their relationship.

What could've been this new aspect? Easy: making them realize that the family they each wanted was, simply, different. This is just my opinion on the subject and how I've felt about season 12-15 so it's okay if you disagree. [EDIT: well, this is still my opinion, although it has nothing to do with Sam's narrative role in the story and more about my personal preference, so I think this is where I got confused]

In my opinion, from season 12 Sam is just a part of Dean's family. It's not "Sam&Dean"'s family. It's just Dean's. And I think the writers could've explored that in a more meaningful way. Let me explain: let's take Cas since he makes the perfect example for this scenario. Dean has repeatedly included Cas in the "family", he's called him not just his brother but "our brother". He includes Sam in the equation but I personally don't think Sam feels the same way. Sure, Sam cares for Cas and thinks he's family, but I think his idea of family is "Cas is my brother's husbandbest friend and therefore he's part of the family". He's extended family, kind of. [EDIT: this is still just my opinion and has nothing to do with Sam's narrative role. Although "family" is one of the themes of the show, it was not the only one]

My opinion is canonically backed because, aside from Rowena, all the members of the Winchesters Found Family are part of the family because Dean has allowed them, Dean has a deeper relatioship to them and ultimately because Dean decides who can enter the circle. This is totally in character and I love Dean for his ability to care and form deep bonds. [EDIT: this was also needed for Dean as a character because he's not the lead protagonist so he had to have something else in the story that was not necessarily connected to the mytharc]

However, this is not in Sam's character: Sam is the one who runs away, the one who wants to create his own family, the one who really needs to emancipate himself from his older brother. I truly wished the writers explored his passivity in "accepting" the status quo and made him, if not rebel, at least express his wants.

It would have been a moment in Sam's growth if he could've just, instead of running away, confronted his brother and stated that his desires were different, that he was part of Dean's family but it was not his family. Instead, we only have glimpes of what Sam really feels: he doesn't think of the bunker as his home, he doesn't ever say that he has a family (not surprisingly it's Dean that in "Lebanon" tells John "I have a family" and not Sam), he doesn't really have any other meaningful relationship aside from his brother.

Supernatural ending did him dirty, too. Not just for the awful wig and make-up but because the ending framed Sam as a two-dimensional character: "freed" from his brother and his brother's family, he finds a blurry wife, a dog, a son, a white picket fence. How sad is that? We never get to see Sam really connecting with anyone: all (and by all I really mean ALL) the women in his life, from his mother to one-night-stands while on the road passing through Ruby, end up dead (RIP Sarah Blake). Of course his wife at the end had to be a blurry figure in the backfround (she was not even besides him on his deathbed!): she was a testament to all of his past relationships. Like, seriously, apart from Dean, the ONLY lasting relationship Sam has throughout the whole series is with LUCIFER and this alone, I think, speaks volume. [EDIT: again this just relates to the fact that I'm not particularly fond of s12-15 and of the overall ending. Technically speaking, the ending makes sense. Whether I liked it or not is another issue]

In conclusion, after season 11 Sam is no longer an interesting character because the writers both downright refused to give him another substantial character to interact with and insisted once again on his codependency with Dean (which was already resolved). [EDIT, tbh it was a weak ending to begin with, LOL, I didn't like it even after I wrote it hahahhaa, but yeah, as this whole post proves Sam Winchester is far from being an uninteresting character because I just spent a frigging afternoon learning new things thanks to him so I guess he's like the gift that keeps on giving!]

Having said that, in my heart of hearts, Sam Winchester will always have a special place because I get him, I really do.

#we need to talk about sam winchester #sam winchester #spn meta #supernatural meta #supernatural #sibling bonding #codependency #spn season 15 #spn finale #this show did my boy dirty #castiel #found family #dean winchester #justice for sam winchester

[sillybucket]

Can we please get Loona from Helluva Boss General Relationship Headcanons? Thanks for your time!

Oh boy , this is actually my first writing request - thank you so much , it really means a lot that you asked me to make this :D ❣️ I hope I got everything right , sorry in advance if I messed something up or if it’s a bit ooc :,I

Loona general relationship headcanons { g/n reader }

🍃 Warnings 🍃 : there’s a little bit of swearing in some parts , but other than that it’s mostly fluff :)

🐺 . 🐺 . 🐺 . 🐺 . 🐺 . 🐺 . 🐺 . 🐺 . 🐺 . 🐺 . 🐺 .

l🌙l Okay , first of all let’s just say it took a while for the two of you to get this far : Loona has been interested in you for quite some time , but given how insecure she is under her tough exterior she spent months just asking herself if starting a more serious relationship with you was going to work out , if you actually enjoyed being with her or if it was all just a twisted prank to make fun of her … 

Yeah , despite being very aware of her feelings Loona always felt too anxious to talk about them when you were there , so in the end you were probably the one who confessed first . 

l🌙l When the relationship begun Loona was surprised you actually felt the same , and while she was definitely happy she was also still on edge , wondering if you were actually going to stick with her or if this was all just temporary … 

But when she realized that you weren’t going to leave , that you loved her for who she was , Loona started to slowly let her guard down and begun to fully trust you .

l🌙l Now that Loona has opened up to you more , we may begin to talk about what it’s like to date her a bit more in depth : since outside of her work at I.M.P she doesn’t have that many interests , she likes to listen to you talking about the things that you like , and the more she does this the more attached she becomes to you …

Have an hobby that requires specific items ? Loona will get them for you no matter what , and if her coworkers or Blitz ask something about she won’t take it lightly …

“The hell you looking at me for ? This is none of your business !” 

l🌙l Speaking of I.M.P , Moxxie and Millie are both supportive of your relationship , especially since they noticed Loona has become a bit less prone to yell at them during work hours now that you two are dating …

However , Blitz was very , very hostile towards you at first , scared that you were going to end up hurting his daughter ( he may or may not have  considered to murder you at some point ) , and he’d frequently rant about you to both Moxxie and Millie even during killing missions .

“I mean , what does my Loonie even see in them ? They’re just so … so … 

UGH , it doesn’t matter ! That (y/n) better watch their back , cause I’m gonna watch their EVERY fucking move of EVERY fucking second of their day !”

However once he got to know you some more he became used to having you around , and while he’s still sending you a million texts to know if Loona is okay every time you hang out you could say that Blitz has come to trust you over time .

l🌙l Loona’s usual short temper notably changes whenever you’re around … 

Even if she’s had a really bad day , as soon as you enter the room she feels more at ease , and if you sit next to her and pet her head for a while ( she only allows you to do this , NO ONE can pet her head without getting their hand ripped off ) she instantly melts to your touch , leaning in your hand while giving you what seems like a genuine , loving smile . 

Only problem is , you might not be able to get up for a few hours … 

“… hmm … c’mon (y/n) , just a little more … whatever you gotta do can wait .”

l🌙l Aside from her dad no one usually gives gifts to Loona , so if one day you walk in and surprise her with even the smallest thing ( could be some new makeup , a new outfit or even just a meal that she likes , you name it ) , she will remain speechless …

If the two of you are alone at that time she might even give you a hug , and she’ll definitely look for a way to pay you back even if you insist she doesn’t have to . 

l🌙l If you’re a non smoker or simply don’t like the smell of cigarettes Loona is going to try and smoke as less as possible whenever you’re together , though this might bring to her being a bit more nervous … 

Just cuddle her for a while and she’s going to feel much better , and she might even consider to quit smoking more often if that means getting you to give her affection . 

l🌙l If there’s one thing Loona absolutely hates , that’s definitely having to go get her Hellbies S.H.O.T … 

She’s terrified of needles , even the thought of them makes her uncomfortable , so usually you and Blitz are the ones that bring her to the hospital ( he insists he needs to be there , no matter how much trust he has in you he’ll come along anyway ) : 

normally if she was alone with Blitz Loona would rebel as much as possible to avoid getting the shot , running around the doctor’s office and throwing around all the objects she can get her hands on , but if you’re there … well , that changes things . 

Hold her hand through the entire process and she’ll do her best to stay still , keeping her eyes closed to avoid watching the needle enter her skin and panic , and if you praise her and tell her she did great when the three of you get out of the hospital Loona will definitely be happy .

“Thanks (y/n) … this … it really means a lot .” 

l🌙l Loona is very protective of you , and if someone , anyone dares to insult you or worse , tries to put their hands of you , she absolutely won’t hesitate to tear that demon to shreds : no one touches her partner and gets to just walk away afterwards . 

“That’s what you get you bitch , if I ever see you near them again I’ll fucking kill you !” 

l🌙l Sometimes Vortex likes to invite you and Loona to his girlfriend’s parties in the Gluttony ring , and given how anxious she gets during those kind of very crowded events Loona is going to stay near you at all times … in this case , just holding her hand is going to make her feel way less nervous .

She finds comfort in your presence , you’ve truly become Loona’s safe space and while she’s not really the sappy type she can’t help but feel grateful to have someone like you by her side , making her life down that literal hellhole much more tolerable .

🐺 . 🐺 . 🐺 . 🐺 . 🐺 . 🐺 . 🐺 . 🐺 . 🐺 . 🐺 . 🐺 .

Thank you so much for reading this until the end :D ❣️

At some point I really got into it , so I might’ve made these headcanons a bit too long … sorry about that , I hope it didn’t make them boring ! Make sure to leave some feedback if you feel like it :) ❤️

#helluva boss x reader #helluva boss #loona #loona helluva boss #loona x reader #helluva boss loona #helluva boss headcanon

[cauterisen]

thinking solar eclipse thoughts... i don't think that, in the verses kimiko has her fire powers, solar eclipses turn off her powers ala avatar, but i definitely think she's affected by them

#❪ if i loved you less i might be able to talk about it more ❫ / ooc. #like she's just less energetic and more withdrawn or more tired somehow? #like her powers aren't directly affected by the sun but her mood and her energy definitely are impacted by the sun and how much/little #it shines

[bugflies00]

do i have a presentation due at 8am that i have barely started even though its midnight? yes. however i was thinking again about the category 5 ctommy event last night and all the things i talked or saw people post about and it got me thinking

i was especially thinking about how ctommy is too often, in fan interpretations, forced into the role of the perfect, quiet, palatable victim — which, i mean, we've all made various posts on the subject, i don't need to get into the how again — but i was trying to think about why.

because on one hand, a good part of it, its true, circles back to what society has deemed the "acceptable" victim, which many of us have internalised and unknowingly refer back to, hence why many automatically try to sand ctommy down to be more "pitiful" (not saying people do this intentionally btw . we all have biases like that and they show up in different ways . i just like Talking about this stuff this is Not a callout or god forbid telling people to harass fic writers they disagree with. Ok.)

but i also think, in ctommy's case, a lot of it can come from. projection? well this might be the case with many other characters obviously but im focusing on ctommy here because like. i think he's a character who's very relatable for so many people, who are also loud and not subtle or discreet and who feel annoying most of the time, and a lot of whom are kids and teenagers. and something that's always struck me when reading comments etc about him is theres this sentiment of- when this fictional character is annoying it's seen as loveable and endearing, so why isn't it the case for me, as a person, in real life? a lot of those fans have also been hurt or perhaps even abused and found a way to relate through ctommy's own abuse

and so i think sometimes this tendency to "sand ctommy down" is less out of a desire to actually reduce his character but rather because, through him, they want their hurt and pain to be recognised. and as we all know, when ctommy is quiet, that is so unusual that in fics, it often immediately strikes a reaction of "oh, what happened to you, who hurt you". it's the idea that him being annoying and loud is missed, but people only realise that when he's gone quiet. so the more "quiet" and "docile" he is shown as, the more striking that reaction from other characters will be, and the more support he receives. im not in any way saying this is something you should apply to real people or anything, im saying that this is a trend not just in ctommy fics but in general media — if you're someone who is loud and brash, it's often portrayed like the only way people will acknowledge that you have feelings at all is if you lose that "spark", and suddenly people miss you being annoying.

and suddenly, it makes a lot of sense why so many fic authors write ctommy as so oddly ooc and quiet and pliable and docile — because they've been taught that's what a victim should be, but they're not like that! and you can live vicariously through a fictional character who's able to undergo a much more drastic outward transformation than you and be showered in love for it, and theres a desire for that to happen to them in real life, to have their hurt actually acknowledged. is this word vomit does anyone understand what im trying to say here

#i dont even know if this makes any sense lmao #also Absolutely none of this is personal experience i have never given a thought to ctommy in my life. hope this helps . #alex.rambles.txt #c!tommy #mcyt #tw abuse #tommyinnit

[theadorableapprentice]

If I Loved You Less

MC x Solomon Warnings: Fluff Word Count: 1,218

A/N: Wow! I finally got the will to write again! It's probably a bit OOC but whatever. I still think it's cute. I promise I have other stories planned that aren't just for Solomon. I will write about another character eventually.

You and Solomon had gotten yourselves into quite the situation, and you blame Satan. Well, not really, but it was you thinking of him that got you into this mess. 

You had seen a book while at a little store Solomon took you to. It looked old and probably cursed. Sounded perfect for Satan. He’d love it! The only problem was it was on the top shelf and you couldn’t find anyone to help you grab it down. So of course, like the smart person you are, you tried to climb the shelf. It looked like it was connected to the wall, so you thought it was stable enough. And it worked for a minute.

“MC, what are you doing up there?” Solomon had asked with a sly grin.

That was all it took to startle you and cause you to fall backwards, still holding the book. Solomon caught you, and then suddenly, you were no longer in the store, which brings you back up to speed.

“Solomon… Where the hell are we, because it isn’t the Devildom.” You stared at the sky through the trees, which was bright blue with the sun in the sky. 

Solomon was busy studying one of the trees you had appeared by. “Well, I can confirm this place is real, not an illusion.” 

“Well, we should go try to find our way out of here before night falls. Which direction should we go?” You asked, looking around. It was just trees every direction you looked. 

Solomon shrugged and started walking. “I have a feeling we should go this way.”

It didn’t take long before you came across a small cabin. “Should we knock and see if anyone’s home to help?” You asked. For some reason, you felt drawn to the cabin.

Without answering you, Solomon walked right up and knocked on the door, but it swung right open. “I take it nobody is home.” 

“Solomon, be careful. It might be a trap!” 

“Don’t worry MC. I don’t sense any magic in here. And this looks like our only chance at some sort of safety in this forest. It can’t be that bad.” With that, Solomon walked into the cabin. You stayed outside, nervous for him. “MC, come take a look at this,” Solomon called from inside the cabin.

You cautiously walked into the cabin and over to the kitchen counter that Solomon was standing by. There was a piece of paper on the counter. There were three quotes written on the paper, both of which you recognized.

The first read, “Whatever our souls are made out of, his and mine are the same...If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.” Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë. Strangely, this was exactly how you feel about Solomon.

The second read, “As I got to know you, I began to realise that beauty was the least of your qualities. I became fascinated by your goodness. I was drawn in by it. I didn’t understand what was happening to me. And it was only when I began to feel actual, physical pain every time you left the room that it finally dawned on me: I was in love, for the first time in my life.” Dangerous Liasions by Choderlos de Laclos. You didn’t know it, but this was exactly how Solomon felt about you.

The third read, “If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more.” Emma by Jane Austen. 

After reading the three quotes, you turned to look at Solomon. He looked like he was studying the paper and the quotes intently. He had the paper in one hand, and with his other he was holding his chin. A soft smile crossed your face.

Solomon looked up at you. “I am guessing the book you were grabbing in the store was cursed and when I touched you while you were holding the book, it transported us here. This is a clue about how to get home, is my best guess. The book is clearly one that has love as a theme. Now we just need to figure out what it wants for us to go home.”

You guys spent days at that cabin trying to determine what should have been obvious to you both. But it was nice, this slice of domesticity with Solomon. 

There was only one bed in the cabin so you two had to share. You enjoyed waking up everyday to his sleeping face with his arm around your waist. He always looked so peaceful in his sleep. As if there wasn’t anything troubling him. But why would there be? He was sleeping next to the only person he truly trusts and he has them in his arms. 

You avoided Solomon cooking for you by asking him to work on figuring out the paper. But getting to cook things for Solomon was nice. And somehow, the cabin always had the ingredients for exactly what you wanted to cook. The two of you washing dishes next to each other was comforting in a way.

Slowly, over the week, you guys stopped paying as close attention to the meaning of the paper, enjoying just living in each other’s company and getting a break from the outside world. That was, until Solomon made a horrible joke.

“God, that was awful Solomon. You’re lucky I love you.” The words just came out without you thinking about them. 

“MC… Did you just-” Solomon cut himself off. “That’s it… That’s the third quote.” 

“What’s the third- oh… Oh.” 

You and Solomon look at each other. “The second quote, it’s how I-”

You cut Solomon off. “The first quote, it’s how I feel about you too.”

“I think the book wants us to stop dancing around our feelings and finally admit we love each other.” Solomon was looking at you. His gaze was intense but soft at the same time. You didn’t know how he could do that. 

“I think you’re right… So I’ll go first. Solomon, I am completely, unequivocally in love with you. Your turn.”

Solomon hesitated. “MC… Could you be happy here with me?” Solomon didn’t want to go home. He didn’t want all of your time to be taken up by the brothers and the royals again. He wanted a world where you were happy and with him.

“Yes, I could… But Solomon, we don’t belong here.”

“Could we just stay a little longer? I just want you to be happy with me for a little longer.” Solomon almost looked vulnerable. 

You gave him a small, soft smile. “Solomon, I could be happy with you anywhere. Let’s go home.”

Solomon nodded, a smile crossing his face. “MC, you have my whole heart. I love you too.”

There was a flash of light and you were back in the store, in Solomon’s arms and holding the book.

“Remind me to not just randomly touch cursed looking books next time. As great as that was, we’re lucky we didn’t end up inside out or something.” 

You laughed, looking up at him. He smiled and leaned his head down to kiss you. Yeah, you were gonna keep this book for yourself. 

#obey me #obey me solomon #obey me x reader #obey me solomon x reader #If I Loved You Less

[mister-ious]

this was a great suggestion from @thychuvaluswife to continue the YouTuber!Ghost scenario!

also sorry for posting this super late. been hit by a dangerous disease (procrastination)

I can just imagine Ghost being so done with the whole YouTube thing after the first few (viral) videos that'd been posted. God he’d let out the biggest sigh once Price tells him that he needs to do a Q&A.

The light scratching of Price’s pen on documents was the only sound in this room. Ghost stood right by the door of the office, a deadpan gaze set on whatever Price was signing—probably papers for the deployment of soldiers, maybe forms. "Your fans want you to do a, uh, what was it?" Price taps a rhythm onto his desk with his pen, "A Q and A. Yeah, that." Price smirks, "Soap and Gaz carefully hand-picked the questions just for you."

Ghost would be pissed. Like, out of everyone that was part/knew of this YouTube channel, Price was one of the people he thought would be against something like a Q&A.

"Are you fucking serious?" Ghost was, reasonably, upset; he more or less agreed to be part of this YouTube channel to 'educate people' and to 'promote the military'. He didn't sign up to be some sort of influencer big-shot with internet randoms telling him how hot he is. "You've got to be taking the piss here, Price. I'm not gonna do that."

Honestly, Ghost secretly likes being pined for in the comments. Strangers telling him how hot he is and that they might sign up for the military just for him. It was all too flattering... So sometimes he'd flex a little bit more in some of the videos, wear tighter clothes, shorter sleeves, maybe make his voice a little deeper and rougher even though it wouldn't matter since the editor obscures his voice—still hot either way.

"Hey, LT. Don't worry, me and Gaz picked the perfect questions just for you." Soap gave him a thumbs up, grinning at Gaz. "Don't start, Mactavish." Ghost glared sternly, sat at a desk in one of the offices, getting his mic clipped on and being given a laptop. "I'm just talking you up, sir."

Oh god, Ghost would be teased so hard by 141. He'd also be gossiped about around base, soldiers murmuring about how he went viral, how the internet is fiending for him, how it was unexpected and that he secretly loves the attention. The gossip born from the YouTube channel also gave him some secret admirers at the base—of course he's rejected all of them due to fraternisation.

"Heard that the viewers wanted a Q and A," Ghost introduced, lifting the laptop in his hand, "So.. here it is." "Woo!" Soap cheers, clapping his hands, leading a landslide of applause from everyone else in the room. Ghost grumbles a quiet "bloody hell" under his breath as he tilted his head down.

Post recording and editing, Soap would have his voice pitched annoyingly high as per Ghost's request whenever he'd butt in the Q&A. Gaz would laugh here and there but would ultimately stay quiet.

"First question– are you fucking serious? Who picked this? This isn't even a question." "Read it out, sir." Gaz chortles, earning a cold, mean, and bitter stare that screamed 'you won't get away with this' from his lieutenant. There's a slight grimace that makes itself visible from inside the balaclava. "Twerk." He mumbles, keeping his piercing stare on both Gaz and Soap—two big and beautiful smiles on their faces. Ghost looks back at the camera, exhaling, "Only special people get to see that, love."

was that even accurate? would he ever say that? i don't even know and i apologise if he was ooc here,,

The total amount of questions that made it into the roster for the video were ten. All were just: What do you look for in a woman? Can he post a video where he's shirtless? What was the ideal date? How tall are you? Do you prefer shorter people? Do you like men?

Ghost was able to sprinkle some of his silly puns in the video when he was asked about his best pickup line. "I got one for you." Ghost coughs, "I like women how I like my coffee. Ground up in a can." A silence that lasted longer than it should've followed.

I think that clip would probably get him in a bit of trouble on the internet—but not enough trouble where he had to go do something about it. Maybe just me though.

Oh my god and Gaz would put TikTok edits for Ghost to react to. It'd be so embarrassing I'm so sorry.

"How old are these people? What is this video tribute?"

The comments under this video would be filled with stuff about how he's so attractive, he has such a funny personality, 'i wont him'. The usual thirst comments. They’d also talk about the other Scottish and English dudes in the background. ‘Who are they?’

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[memovia]

Hey guys, it’s been a hot minute since I am on here to share my random ooc stuff or even write. This is a notice for my spotty activity and how it will continue to be spotty until I steady myself again. Of course, I will be lurking from time to time and work on drafts but this is my official notice for why my activity is so low.

heavy topics below, proceed with caution:

I got a new job & yes, my boss is very happy with how I’m teaching kids so far— which is good for me. But I am stressed out because he does not communicate the schedules of my work properly in which I have highlighted to him and hopefully, he understands where I’m coming from.

But not only that, he has been using my drawings to send to my colleagues, telling them to “stay humble”. It goes against my views and it frustrates me to no end, knowing that my art was a catalyst for putting people down. Art is never a competition to me and I believe that every artist has their own journey and own style. It is what makes art great, I love all art. But this was the opposite of everything I stand for, I had to message my colleagues individually to apologise and explain myself. But thankfully, they didn’t take it to heart and weren’t upset with me. But of course, it did make my anxiety spike— I did not want anyone to feel bad over their own progression because of me.

He also talked down to us in several meetings and told us we were “nothing” in the industry— that’s why we were “here”. I don’t even know why he said that but that wasn’t very motivational for me and the rest of the staff.

All I can say is, I’m stressed out thinking about these things— while I do like teaching people how to draw, I really cannot stand my boss’ ethics. It’s very hard for me to go to a class without any information given to me, and I don’t want to let the kids down by going in blind. I’m scared that people will be upset with me and I don’t want any work politics happening because of me. Who knows how much sleep I’ve lost over these thoughts— I’ve only been here for less than a month, I don’t know if I’m able to judge this company accurately but it is sad to say that I don’t foresee myself staying long.

I’ve also recently lost two friends to heart related diseases and have tried to take some time for myself. I visited their graves last Sunday and it broke me. So young, below mid 30s, their attitudes were larger than life— they loved living and they were taken away so early.

I don’t know how to describe this feeling but it is like an empty space in my heart that can never be filled again. One of them was a senior of mine in school, and they are one of the reasons I draw till today. She used to draw together with me, we would exchange sketchbooks and return it to each other the next day.

I miss them very much.

But yeah if you’ve made it to the end of my ramblings— thanks for reading and I’m sorry it’s so long… I just needed to get it out. I will try to write or work on more things whenever I’m free, I just really miss writing and everything.

thank you for the wait as always. Love you guys and please take care. If you need me, you can dm me here or discord. Whichever works best for you, I might take awhile to reply and I hope that’s alright with you guys.

Big hugs and love,

R.

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TLDR:work stress and the loss of two close friends took me the fk out

#negativity tw #death mention tw #✧ ooc. | rest your heart. #I’ll be around sometime. #thank you everyone for the patience.