#(for anyone wanting to check it out yourself: idk if there's an easier way to find them but I've just been going into

[kingdomoftyto]

Just now catching up on recent Flight Rising news and the dev update has me going through and reading the descriptions for the different shopkeepers and WHY DIDN'T ANYONE TELL ME GLASS AND GLOSS WERE CANONICALLY NONBINARY

#this was probably stated in the thread where their shop was first announced and I just totally missed that lmfaO #these descriptions also provide definite canon colors/genes for all the shopkeepers. just saying #(for anyone wanting to check it out yourself: idk if there's an easier way to find them but I've just been going into #the Page Source via right clicking on the page and then scrolling down a bit until I find the relevant line of text) #I also never realized until now that Patches has a prosthetic arm... rad. #Flight Rising

[handsometheo]

hello sweetie! :D

i see that you want to write about descendants and i would absolutely love to share some requests i've been thinking about.

idk if you write ficlets, headcannons or oneshots, so you can write in the way you feel more comfortable! :)

so, the thing is, uma and harry (separately) x artist!reader (gn please!!) where the reader draw and write music and poetry about their lover/crush. i just want to see how they would react if they seen the readers art bcs i think it would be soooooo cute!

(im so sorry if you can't understand something, english isn't my first language.)

take care of yourself. love u!!

I love this so so much! thank you!

Hope this doesn't end up being too bad, I feel it was a little rushed (not because I felt I was being rushed just that I had a few thoughts that I needed to write before they were gone yk?)

I'm doing it so it's:

Harry Hook x painter/drawer!reader

And

Uma x music artist! Reader

To make it easier to imagine

Also I've kept it gender neutral dw and I've also written it so Uma and Harry are in Auradon when they meet you

Please feel free to request more at any point (I'm going to write for all descendants characters but mostly Harry Hook)

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Harry Hook

Let's imagine Harry has no idea who you are in the beginning

Some random person that's always seen drawing, painting, creating something.

He's seen some of your works hung around Auradon prep in expensive looking frames

He doesn't approach you for a while, in fact Gil is the first to meet you

Gil takes the same art course as you so you meet there when Gil had a bit of a paint disaster

Harry was originally cautious around you because he thought you'd be some stuck up art critique kind of person who was going to complain about Gil

But when you instead explain that you could see what he was trying to do but the actual execution of it wasn't great , Harry laughed with you

Overall your first meet was a positive one that was the beginning of a laughter filled relationship

Harry would always see you sat somewhere, in some weird position, scribbling away in your sketchbook

He eventually spots what you are drawing, or better yet who.

Him

He crashes.

All thoughts, Gone.

He's just staring at it for a good 5 minutes before you have to click your fingers in front of his face to wake him up.

"H- How, no, why are ye drawin' meh?" Heat rises to his cheeks and he slowly brings his thoughts back to Earth.

He'd already had been developing feelings for you since you two met. I mean you were nice to his friends, kind to him, he let you meet his sisters at one point and they seemed to even like you. You are fun to be around, you check that he's taking care of himself, you make sure he's not too bashed up from the sports he plays. What isn't there to like?

"You have a pretty face, nice to draw." He takes note of the blush that grows on your cheeks and the way you look off to the side with a shy smile growing. "I draw the people I like, the people I'm closest to."

His heart almost stops. Did you just try to kill him?! 'cause clearly you aren't aware of the way you make him feel.

I headcannon Harry to be Pansexual, as a pan person myself, so he was kinda well known on the Isle for being able to flirt with anyone he wanted for various reasons

But let me tell you, not once had he had the air knocked out of his chest from a few simple words.

You take his silence the wrong way and begin packing your things to go find somewhere to wallow in your shame, but Harry just drops to his knees in front of you.

"Please, draw meh, whenever ye want to." He is on his knees looking at you with the happiest smile he can muster and almost puppy like wonder in his eyes. "I'll be yours, if you'll be mine?"

Okay that bit came out a little too easy to him, he didn't really mean for that to happen.

But he can't complain since you agreed!

Everything you create for him, he treats like it's the most fragile item he's ever come in contact with

He's always showing it off though he's so appreciative of everything you do so he wants to show the entire world

When you feel down for not feeling your art is good enough, he's oddly prepared to show every bit of art you've ever given him with reasons on what makes it perfect to him

He may as well be prepared with a PowerPoint presentation on every one of your works he's seen

I fact he's probably prepared one somewhere, pictures, effects, transitions, the whole shebang!

He draws too, almost forgot to mention. I've got a little headcanon of him always doodling pirates on cool adventures when he was younger on the isle. I also like to imagine that there was a time where Evie and Harry liked to draw together but Evie drew Princesses and dress designs and Harry drew pirates which created some childish clashing between the two. So they'd stopped almost as soon as they started their little doodle hangouts

That's offtrack, sorry.

He gives you pictures of you in multiple different styles, each time it seems like he's trying to depict you as an angel of sorts

He also draws the Uma and the crew but he comes to check that he got everyone right with you

ART DATES.

YOU'RE GOING TO ALL THE MOST AESTHETICALLY PLACES HE CAN FIND

He may or may not let you take pictures of him for references as long as he can do the same with you, he's also pretty good at photography so he loves getting new picture of you with some fantastical background making you stand out so much more

Uma

Uma knew who you were when she arrived in Auradon, she'd heard your music played at cotillion

She couldn't complain about it, it wasnt her usual style but it was new and she liked that

When she had officially arrived she would notice you all around

Playing music for parties, proper events, even just around the school

Despite her not meeting you she subconsciously finds her way to you

She listens out for you whenever she can

She ends up actually meeting you thought Evie

Evie was designing everyone's outfits for a party so your fitting time overlapped into Uma's time. Uma didn't mind and in fact took the opportunity to tell you that she'd heard you around but hadn't had the chance to meet you

From then, you became quick friends.

Her feelings developed the more time she spent with you, she just loves listening to your music

She'd like to learn an instrument that would compliment your style of music so you could play together

She helps you with lyrics whenever you need the help

She first finds out that you write songs about your experiences and the people around you by looking at the lyrics for some of your songs

She finds it sweet that although you don't directly mention people, you can share the way you feel to them to those who will listen

But then she finds a song that's for her

I mean who else would it be for, she's the person you spend most of your time with and she's the pretty pirate with blue hair

She definitely looks over the lyrics and gets so giddy that she's kicking her feet with glee, when you walk in and see her smiling at the page she doesn't stop smiling

She immediately asks what you mean and when you tell her she latches onto you

Basically, she asks you out right then and there

Who are you to deny her? Of course you accept

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ♫ ⋅.} ───── ⊰

So sorry it took longer than I thought, and sorry Uma's part was shorter thats my dumb lil brain being dumb

#x reader #fanfic #disney descendants #disney #descendants fandom #descendants fanfic #harry hook #harry hook x reader #harry hook descendants #uma descendants #uma x reader #descendants 2

[we-were-born-to-be-free]

Hi there! I’m new to your page but I’ll take anyone who writes for my husband (mr. Benjamin Barnes) Do you think maybe you could write something where the reader is a moon summoner and she/they have like a traumatic past them makes them hide it for years until she meets Aleksander and he finds out maybe? Idk that’s pretty specific but just a thought! Have a lovely day!

Little moon - A.M

A/N: I am so sorry this took forever. I just wasn't in the right headspace. Enjoy<3

" Why can't you do anything right you fucking bitch," screamed your father. "You're such a disappointment to us. We never wanted you in our lives, let alone for you to be Grisha! We're so glad you'll be leaving forever. Don't try to come back here ever again. Fucking disappointment," he spat as he slapped you again and kicked you hard. He slammed the door shut and all you could do was lay there and cry.

You woke up with a start, tears already streaming down your face from the nightmare. You sat on the edge of your bed, trying to control your breathing. You left that life long ago when you ran away from home. You'd had enough.

Now you were safe within the walls of the Little Palace. Within the arms of Aleksander. Your love. You weren't sleeping with him because he was extremely busy with the preparations for the Winter Fete.

You had gotten onto your feet before checking what the time was. It was 3.16. You knew you wouldn't be sleeping again.

You slipped your navy-blue silk gown on and made your way to the gardens. You took the long way around, making all the unnecessary turns and stops.

Once you had gotten to your bench, you find your seat taken by Aleksander. You went and sat down next to him, making yourself comfortable against him. "What's wrong lapushka? Can't sleep" He asked.

"Nightmare," you responded, voice muffled against his kefta.

He pulled you closer into him. "When you're ready to tell me more about these nightmares that plague you, darling, I'll be right here. We have all the time in the world," he joked.

You hadn't told him why you were always getting nightmares, just that you were traumatized in your childhood. He understood that you didn't want to mention it too much. You nodded before he kissed the top of your head softly.

"Come on my little moon, you have to get more rest before you meet the king and queen later."

"Mm," you hummed. You moved your hands away from Aleksander and started playing with your powers. You were able to summon moonlight. You were the first of your kind. Your parents weren't Grisha at all.

They hated them. No wonder they hated you just as much. You sat in a comfortable silence with Aleksander. When the sun rose, he kissed your forehead again before leaving to continue with his never-ending work.

Hours later, you were dressed in your midnight blue kefta, with silver embroidery. Your hair was elegantly pinned up by Genya. You were sitting beside Aleksander, with the king and queen.

You were picking at your food, not feeling very hungry. The King called upon you, to which you responded. "I see that you been made commander of the Etherealki. How are you finding it?"

"It has been a little bit of a struggle at first, moi tsar, but I am finding it easier now,"

"I doubt they will behave with a pathetic little girl running their group."

That struck a nerve.

"I mean I know I wouldn't. It is disappointing to see what this world has come to. Girls commanding Etherealki. Pathetic."

You were shocked. How could the King of Ravka, dare say that. He was meant to protect you, to guard you from the world. He was meant to be a father figure. Your hands started shaking and you felt like you couldn't breathe properly.

"Moi tsar, I am not feeling well. With your permission, m- may I retire to my room," you asked, trying to hide the tremble in your voice. He nodded and waved you away.

You were going to have a panic attack. You weren't a stranger to episodes like these, but being in a crowded area didn't help them.

You practically ran to your room, closing the door behind you. You shrugged off your kefta before falling to your knees. Images of your father flashed through your memory. You could hear his voice, telling you how worthless you are.

Your entire body was shaking as you hid your face behind your hands, wishing that his voice would go away. Meanwhile, Aleksander noticed that you were getting nervous, and after you had dashed out of the hall, he didn't bother to excuse himself before following you to your room.

He opened the door to find you crouched down beside your bed, head in your hands. You were sobbing uncontrollably, trying to get the image of your father out of your head.

Aleksander slowly approached your trembling frame. It broke his heart to see you, his little moon, in so much pain. "Milaya?"

You didn't respond, only digging your head deeper into your knees. "Darling," he asked again.

"Don't hurt me. Please. Not again," you whimpered.

"It's just me love. It's Aleksander. Y/N, look at me darling. Let me see those pretty eyes of yours," he cooed.

Once you heard Aleksander's voice, you slowly removed your hands from your face, eyes still shut tightly. "It's okay darling, you're safe. No one can hurt you here."

Your eyes opened to beautiful grey ones, filled with worry. "Hey love."

You jumped into his arms, stumbling as he caught you. You tried to control your breathing, but you just couldn't. You were taking in more air than you needed. Aleksander noticed this and said, "Deep breaths darling. Slowly."

He took a deep breath, demonstrating the action. As you breathed slowly, you hid your face in the crook of his neck, tears still pouring out of your eyes. He rubbed your back as you calmed down, listening to his words of encouragement.

"There you go darling. Feeling better," he asked.

You nodded, still holding onto him tightly. He carried you onto your bed while he tried to find comfortable clothes for you to wear. "Sasha," you asked quietly. "Will you please stay with me tonight?"

"Of course, my little moon," he replied bringing satin pyjamas for you to change into.

Once you had changed, Aleksander was waiting for you on the bed, shirtless with sweatpants . You had placed your head on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, taking comfort in knowing that he was here with you.

Aleksander cleared his throat before asking, "Darling? Who hurt you?"

Your body tensed as you answered him. "It was my father, Sasha. He used to hit me, call me names and tell me how useless I am. I was a disappointment to him," you say. "I still am."

"No, love. Don't ever say that about yourself," he says as he wipes your cheeks with his thumbs. "You are perfect, just the way you are my darling. I love you, okay. You're going to make it out of this trauma. I'll help you, my little moon. I promise."

He seals his promise with a kiss to the top of your head.

"Sasha," you ask tentatively.

"Yes my little moon," he responded.

"Thank you. For everything," you yawn. "I love you."

"I love you too, my little moon. Sleep well."

"

#aleksander kirigan #shadow and bone #the darkling #aleksander morozova x reader #alexander morozova #my baby

[cha-melodius]

Ten Opening Lines

I was tagged by @kiwiana-writes, @myheartalivewrites and @historicallysam, thank you, this is one of my faves of these games. Idk if someone out there purposefully starts this tag game every March or what, but I've gotten tagged the previous two Marches and here we are again.

Ten First Lines Part 1 (March 2022) Ten First Lines Part 2 (March 2023)

Rules: list the first line of the last ten (10) stories you published. Look to see any patterns you notice yourself, and see if anyone else notices any.

False Dichotomy The first thing Alex does when he wakes up is check his email.

Ain't No Place for a Better Man They’ve had easier jobs, that’s for damned sure.

Trying My Patience (Try Pink Carnations) I need you to take the delivery to the Schultz-Castillo wedding today [text]

You're the Perfect Gift for Me Alex is pretty sure things couldn’t possibly be worse.

Playing Cat and Mouse with the Light The very last person Illya expects to see sitting at the table designated for their meeting tonight is Napoleon Solo.

This Hell of a Season The distinctive rhythm of his partner’s knock sounds on the door of Henry’s hotel room, followed only a moment later by the man himself pushing into the room despite the fact that the door was locked.

Taste the Way You Bleed The sound of heated arguing carries down a long hallway into the living room, and Bea sighs. “They’re at it again.”

In the Dog Days David makes his first appearance one crisp day in October, when the leaves in Prospect Park have become a riot of golds and oranges.

Falling Down the Stairs of Your Smile It wasn’t supposed to go like this.

Enemies of the Ocean “What are you doing?” Loki asks, squinting across the lifeboat in the harsh light.

Patterns: This selection of fics very much captures my propensity to open a story with a snappy one-sentence paragraph, as it has been the past two years. Only two of these sentences actually have another sentence immediately following them in the same paragraph. I went back a few more fics just to look and there were definite exceptions to this rule, but it is still by far the most common way I start a fic. Hey, at least I'm consistent!

Tagging @loki-is-my-kink-awakening, @welcometololaland, @heytheredeann, @mirilyawrites, @cricketnationrise, @three-drink-amy, @dumbpeachjuice, @nicijones, @leaves-of-laurelin, @tintagel-or-cockleshells, @iboatedhere, @inexplicablymine, @indestructibleheart, @eusuntgratie, @bigassbowlingballhead, @getmehighonmagic, @magicandarchery, @violetbaudelaire-quagmire and anyone else who wants to jump in and do this!

#about my fics #about my writing #ten opening lines

[theoreticslut]

「 if this is the end 」

fred weasley x reader

summary: fred overhears you say something about leaving & gets upset.

requested: yes - as part of my inspiration party

word count: 2.2k

warnings: band au, angst, raised voices/arguing, slight physical restraint, fluff ending

a/n: all i’ve got to say is i must be in an angsty mindset lately. i do kind of like how this fic turned out, but i know its not one of my best. i never feel like i do modern-ish aus justice. idk, i just don’t feel like i write them well in the slightest. i hope you like it regardless. feedback is appreciated!

lyrics from ‘a beautiful mess’ by yours truly

Sighing, you check your phone for the upteenth time. You guys were supposed to be practicing by now, but here you are waiting on fred.

As much as you hate to say it, this isn’t abnormal for Fred. Especially when he’s got a lady friend, because lord knows he’d never seriously date - no matter how much you wish he would.

“Dude, where’ve you been? We were supposed to start twenty minutes ago.” Oliver questions the redhead as he finally comes strolling into the garage.

“Sorry, mate. I didn’t mean to be late.”

“Course you didn’t.” You can’t help but mutter to yourself.

If Fred heard you, he doesn’t care to reply, which is fine by you. Although you’ve had a crush on him for the longest time, his antics have started to grow old. 

“You ready to start then? We’ve got a new song we’re working on today.” Oliver informs fred as he gets himself situated at his drums.

“Yeah. This the song?” He questions, picking up the sheet music sitting on his instrument.

“Mhm. Y/n’s got all the vocals on this one, we’re just doing backup. It’s all marked on the paper there.”

“Got it. Let’s go.”

~.~

“If this is the end, then I’m sorry that we met.” You sing, feeling the same emotion you had when writing the piece. You never thought it’d sound so amazing put all together though. 

Between your emotion, the heavy presence of Fred’s drums, and oliver & lee’s background vocals the song sounds far better than you could have ever imagined.

“I don’t wanna pretend, when it’s easier to forget. It’s a beautiful mess; nothing more and nothing less.”

“And I don’t wanna be friends ‘cause when the spark goes out i-“ you stumble, distracted by Fred mixing up a few beats.

“Fuck! Sorry, guys. I don’t know why that bit is so hard for me to get.” 

“It’s fine, Fred. We have been working on this for a while now. We could probably all use a break.”

“That sounds like a great idea, Ollie. Anyone want a soda?” You question, stepping back from the microphone.

At the guys’ various sounds of approval, you make your way towards the stairs leading to the house, knowing that oliver and his mum always keep sodas in the house.

~.~

“Y/n. Nice to see you, sweetheart.” Rene greets, smiling warmly as you close the garage door.

“Hi, Mrs wood! How are you?”

“Just lovely. How about you? That song you guys are working on, did you write it?” She questions, dropping whatever she was doing to talk with you.

Although you and Oliver had never been close, his mum took a liking to you and has almost taken you in as a daughter. You’re not complaining though, not when your own mother is the complete opposite.

“I did. What do you think of it?”

“It’s amazing, sweetheart!”

“Yeah?” You can’t help but question, feeling yourself blush lightly with her praise.

“Absolutely. I have to ask, though, was it written about someone in particular? Maybe a certain redhead?”

You can’t help but chuckle, feeling your cheeks flush more as you nod lightly.

“Yeah. Yeah, you could say that. I just…I can’t do it anymore, Rene.” You sigh, talking about the crush you’ve had on fred since you met him back in high school.

Of course Mrs. Wood knows all about it, though, having been your stand-in mum for a good four years, at least, now.

“Especially with everything potentially changing in the next few months.” 

“Did you hear back on the internship?” She questions, hopefully excited.

“I got an email the other day about it. They said they’d love to have me, but I need to let them know if I want the position for sure by this coming Monday.”

“Oh! That’s great, y/n! I’m sure you’ll love it. Plus it’s what you’ve been needing. You’ve been stuck here for too long, dear.”

“I know. I know, but is this really the best thing for me? What if I hate it? What if I find out that I’m not cut out for it?”

“Then you move on to something else. Just because you take this job, doesn’t mean you’re married to it.” She states, as if it’s the simplest thing in the world.

You sigh, nodding as you take a seat at the kitchen island.

“I don’t know. I want to do it, but I also don’t want to leave them.” 

“Y-you’re leaving?” A voice cuts between the two of you. Without even looking you know it’s Fred.

You look to Mrs wood in slight terror, but she only gives you a warm smile and a small wink before excusing herself from the room.

“Y/n…are you leaving us? Are you leaving the band?” Fred asks, walking over to you so you have to look at him.

“I don’t know, Fred. Nothing is set in stone yet, but I’m on a deadline to make my decision.” You sigh.

“Let me make it easier for you - stay.”

“Seriously, Fred? I wouldn’t have considered leaving if a part of me didn’t want to go. There’s things here that I’m not sure I can handle anymore.”

“So you just want to run away from them?”

“I wouldn’t be running away. Good god, Fred. If I left it’d be in search of better things.” You huff, getting up from your stool to grab the sodas from the fridge.

“But you’d still be running away from these things you can’t handle.”

Letting the fridge door shut a bit loudly behind you, you start to head back down to the garage, not wanting to argue with fred right now.

“You’re running away right now.” He points out, following you down the stairs.

“I’m not running. I’m just not giving my energy to something that doesn’t matter.”

“I don’t matter?”

“This conversation doesn’t matter. Just let it go, Fred.” You sigh, nearly shoving his soda into his hands.

Making your way to the bottom of the stairs, you go to hand Oliver and Lee their sodas.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Ollie asks, not missing the frustration and tiredness in your features.

“It’s nothing, Ollie.”

He frowns at you, knowing how you like to ignore and bury your emotions.

“I’ll tell you later. Promise.”

“Why don’t you tell him now, y/n? Or are you going to keep it hidden until you’re already gone?” Fred cuts in.

“Oh my god, Fred! I told you that nothing is set in stone yet. Besides, why does it matter if I leave? It’s not hurting you any!” 

“You’d be breaking up the band!”

“How so? I’m just a vocalist, Fred. You three are the ones who actually make the music, and I know you’re all more than capable of singing.”

“But all four of us started this band.”

“And you three can still keep it going without me. Again, I’m just a vocalist.”

“It won’t be the same though!”

“So?! Things change, Fred. And sometimes it’s for the better. Who knows, maybe without me you three will get big!” You shout back at the redhead, voice cracking as you hate that thought.

“Hey, let’s take a breath. Is this about that internship you were telling me about?” Oliver asks, placing a hand on your shoulder and pulling you into his side as you try to catch your breath.

“Unfortunately.” You mutter.

“So you heard back then?” He questions, focusing his attention on you as Fred simply watches on.

“They want a definite answer by Monday.” 

“That’s great, y/n. I knew they’d like you!” Lee congratulates. 

“You both knew?” Fred asks, face falling in disbelief.

“We were waiting to hear back on if they wanted y/n in the first place before we were going to tell you.” Oliver sighs.

“This is a huge opportunity for y/n. She’d be working alongside big record producers and could get her name out there.” He explains, rubbing comforting circles on your back as you fight back tears from the wave of emotions you went through.

“You know y/n, though. She was going to forgo getting her name out there to get ours out instead. No matter how much we’ve tried to convince her otherwise, she’d rather our dreams come true than hers.” Lee speaks up, shaking his head at you.

“You guys deserve it. You’re the heart of the band.” You hiccup.

“How blind are you?” Fred questions.

“Excuse me?”

“We’d be nothing as a band without you and your voice, y/n.” 

“Well you’ll have to learn how to be. If I’m working with the producers, I can’t be in the band.” You argue.

“You know you can be, y/n. You’re only saying that because of the other issue at hand.” Oliver states and at the moment you wish you could hate him.

“What other issue?” Fred questions.

“Well-“ Oliver starts before you cut him off.

“Don’t you dare, wood. I’ve told you to stay out of it. It doesn’t matter anymore.”

“And I have stayed out of it, but honestly, I think it’d help a lot if you’d just be honest.”

“It won’t make a difference! If it does it’ll just be out of pity. I’m not doing that, so you’re going to keep your mouth shut about it.” You threaten.

“What is going on?” Fred asks, confused by the entire situation right now.

“Y/n likes you, man. As more than a friend.”

“OLIVER!” You cry, not believing he’d go against you like this.

“What?” Fred deadpans, and you’re sure he’s trying to find a way to make this out to be a joke. He doesn’t, will never, like you the same way.

“Yeah, but you’re too blind to see it. Instead you keep flaunting the fact that you have a new girl every week.” Oliver sighs, keeping his hold on you as you try to leave the situation.

You don’t want to be here right now. You can’t be here when Fred says he’ll never see you in the same way. You don’t want to see him feeling guilty and saying anything he can to make himself feel better.

Unfortunately, Oliver has a strong grip on you and isn’t letting you leave.

“Y/n…” Fred starts.

“No. Just keep it to yourself, please. I can’t hear you say what I know you’re going to.” You state as you keep fighting against Oliver to let you go.

“Y/n, I like you too.” 

With those words, all fight leaves your body and all sound seems to leave the garage.

“You what?”

“I like you too. The only reason I was with a different girl every week was because I was trying to find someone that could help me forget about the girl I couldn’t have.”

“I didn’t think you liked me, and I didn’t want to chance the band or any of our friendships by telling you how I felt.” He admits, watching as you try to make sense of his words.

“You’re not just saying this to spare my feelings?”

“Not at all. Lee can corroborate for me.”

“I can. I can’t tell you how many nights I’ve spent on the phone with him because he was fawning over you.” Lee pipes up, having been watching the entire situation unfold.

“So you actually like me? As more than a friend.”

“I really like you, and definitely as more than a friend.”

“O-okay.” You murmur, your mind running in circles with this new information.

“So, what’re you thinking, y/n?” Oliver asks.

“I don’t know.” You admit.

“If you want to take that internship thing, I think you should. On one condition.” Fred states.

You hum, looking up at him as you try to figure out what his condition could possibly be.

“You stay in the band with us.”

“Yeah. Lee and I already told you that we’d be more than willing to move out there with you so we’re all together.” Oliver reminds you.

“What do you say, y/n? Take the internship but stay in the band with us. If we get big, we want you - I want you - with us.” Fred says.

“Alright. So I guess I’m telling them I want the position?”

“If you don’t I’m going to be a little disappointed in you.” Oliver states, chuckling as he sends you a smile before kissing your temple.

“Okay. Thank you guys for being supportive of me.” You smile, looking between Lee and Oliver.

“And I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, Fred.  If I’m being honest, I was trying to use it as a means to run away from my feelings. I’m sorry.”

“Hey, it’s alright. I get it, and I forgive you. I’m just glad we both know how we feel now. I’m sorry it took a fight to bring them to light.” He apologizes, frowning lightly.

“I’m just glad it all worked out in the end.” Oliver chuckles. 

You nod, smiling up at him before looking over to Fred, his eyes already on you with a smile on his face.

You always knew it was a bad idea to have a crush on your band mate, and yet you still agreed to be in the band alongside him all because he was still your friend. At least your crush on him has yet to break the band apart, but you’re sure it’s only due to the fact he happened to have a crush on you too. Either way, it seems that things can only get better from here.

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[thyandrawrites]

Sorry for bothering you! but i am learning italian and the verbs conjugations are killing me slowly shahshshajhshs do you know any app or easier way to learn it?? 😭

Hi! it's no bother at all, don't worry. But I'm afraid I can't be of much help. Being a native speaker myself, I never had the need to use apps for learning, so I don't know any! But if anyone reading this has any suggestions, feel free to add up.

I tried a quick search through the app store (android) and there seem to be a couple: link. I haven't tried any of these so I can't vouch for them tho. Maybe try to download a few that look promising and see if anything works for you. Some of them seem to focus on exercises, others on vocab or automatic conjugations.

As for things I've actually used myself, there's a website called coniugazione.it that I sometimes use whenever I want to double check something. You can input any verb and it will conjugate it for you and highlight the different endings. If you don't like this website, there's a lot of other sites that do the same thing. Just by looking up "coniugazione verbi italiani" I got half a dozen. Iirc even wordreference (the online dictionary) has the option "italian conjugation".

Idk if any of this suits your needs. In my experience apps can only go so far, so it's always a good practice to have a solid grammar textbook as well. A good resource if you don't have one but don't want to buy one blind is this masterpost. I strongly recommend checking out their collection. It looks like they have a couple of books on italian verbs amongst others. I've used this resource for german and japanese before

All that said, conjugation is probably the hardest part of learning italian. Don't be discouraged if you find it hard or frustrating. Many italian native speakers will relate basdajkfkas

In recent years a lot of the more complex tenses are disappearing more and more from colloquial and spoken italian (mostly as a result of teens reading less and less). So even amongst native speakers you will hardly ever use them. It was a bit of a running joke that one of our political parties can't use congiuntivo to save their lives so. Maybe that helps you feel better about messing up as you learn 😂 try not to be harsh on yourself, and good luck!

#ali replies #languages

[dreadfutures]

There's a reason there is the BIPOC acronym: black indigenous people of color. The issues of respectful depiction and representation are intimately intertwined between black characters and indigenous characters.

Leaning into features related to monkeys (particularly, but not limited to, exaggerated round faces and big lips, especially for comedic effect) and minstrel depictions/blackface-inspired depictions of dark skinned native people is racist. There is really no good reason for it.

A lot of these depictions overlap with Nubile Savage tropes, jungle princess, and many others.

There are actual indigenous styles that do have lots of nudity...that are not just fetishistic speedo-style loinclothes. And there are lots of resources detailing indigenous fashions from many different communities and cultures across the world. You have many more options that are way cooler and more respectful. There are ways to have nudity without being fetishistic. And talking constantly about how your own native/primal themed character loves nudity and is so cool because of nudity is weird and fetishistic.

Because if you start doing research you'll find that actually a lot of indigenous peoples were a lot less nude than you think. Your thinking is influenced by decades of consuming media that wasn't researched, or was deliberately racist. Many cultures with "loinclothes" (not what most people call them btw) always wore leggings and a cover over them.

Research is fun, and with the internet, easier than ever.

I would like to give non-Americans the benefit of the doubt when it comes to depicting indigenous characters, but there really are some Lavellans and Dalish and Elvhen characters who look like caricatures.

(Also, Noble Savage isn't a good trope to lean into without reflection.)

Especially if you demonstrably can draw and paint characters who *don't* look like caricatures, it looks like you're making an active choice to depict your non-white character in a bad way. You should really double check your source material, check yourself, and find some other visual language to attach your character to than racist source materials.

It's not like Americans are fed academic articles about this stuff growing up. We are immersed in a melting pot and experience a huge amount of more subtle context and correction that teaches us what's right and wrong and uncomfortable to the diverse communities around us, and that's something that changes over time. Some things just aren't ingrained in other countries' discussions of visual language and how it handles race (boy, the concept of race is complicated in other places).

But there isn't an excuse to remain ignorant for long tbh.

The information is out there, and the bare minimum information about indigeneity being a sensitive topic is well known. If you are deciding to depict characters from backgrounds that are traditionally marginalized, fetishized, and denigrated, you should become aware of how they have been maligned!

Whether or not they are a fantasy race, every artist is drawing from the same wealth of visual language we all have available in the real world, which are tied inextricably to real world cultures for better or worse. It's not an excuse to say that it's okay to use racist depictions of black and brown characters because in-canon they're not considered racist. Maybe that means the canon material was blind to the fact that it is racist? Maybe it was a particularly clumsily done attempt at reclamation, and maybe if you don't belong to those marginalized identities, it's not up to you to decide if it was a good reclamation or not.

And if something has been brought to your attention as being racist that you didn't know previously, you don't need to grovel or kill yourself.

A concise apology and a sincere personal desire to be better is all anyone (should) want.

Getting one person who is marginalized to sign off and say "idk I don't think it was racist" and using it as a get out of jail free card isn't as protective as you think. Diverse communities are...diverse. They have many people in them of various sensitivities and their own tolerance for bias. Some are biased themselves.

But there are through-lines in visual representation of marginalized peoples that are demonstrably, broadly, offensive and harmful. Do you really want to propagate that?

#blue vagueblogs #art etiquette #long post #im on mobile so linking things is a bitch #anyway that's the second cent of my two cents there #so im done #im not black or indigenous myself #racism #happy thanksgiving remember to represent your indigenous peoples properly whether it's in the americas or not

[blushstories]

hi <3 first i wanted to say how much i love your works!!! you have so much talent seriously and your hurt/comfort is so so comforting and it makes me feel so warm idk if that makes sense ajshs

i adore how you write for steve and i have a hurt/comfort request for him! maybe about him comforting r who's been ghosted and blocked by a someone she considered a really close friend and she feels like she did something wrong and like it's her fault?

thank you so much and have an amazing day <3

ahhh you are so so kind, thank you so, so much <3 that makes me so happy !! of course i can do this!

“Can you stop pacing, please?” 

You pause, snapped out of your spiralling thoughts. Chewing on the tip of your finger, you glance at your best friend, who had papers and beige files spread around his space on the couch.

Without a word, you cross the room to your abandoned phone on the chair. The lock screen remains void of notifications, making the coil in your chest tighten painfully. 

“What’s wrong?” He’s put down the file he’s been reading, leaving it on his lap in favour of crossing his arms. His head tilted to the side and his creased eyebrows reveal his concern at your uncharacteristic silence. You shake your head. 

“Nothing,” you say, before swallowing around the knot in your throat and blinking away tears. You check your phone again. Nothing, making you exhale heavily. Papers crinkle behind you. 

“Are you sure?” Steve asks softly, sensing the disturbed atmosphere around you. You drop into the seat nearby, running your hands over your face and through your hair a few times, but not being able to bring yourself to tell him that you’d been ghosted, and that it was totally your fault. Would he still want to be friends if he knew what an idiot you’ve been? It must have been something you’ve done, right?

“You don’t have to tell me, alright? Just tell someone. Maybe Tony, or that guy you’ve been talking to, what was it, uh…” He snaps his fingers in the air, trying to keep the mood light, but he drops the act when you peer at him over your fingers, eyes rimmed with red. 

He forgets his hand in midair, “What is it?” You shake your head, hiding your face again. 

Footsteps. A warm pressure on your knee. You spread your fingers over your face, freeing your eyes. 

“I’m so stupid, Steve,” you murmur into your palms. His thumb strokes your kneecap, tender and patient. 

“You’re not stupid.” 

“I’m an idiot. His name was Jake, by the way, and it wasn’t like that,” you insist. Steve shifts into a more comfortable position, anticipating a longer conversation than he previously expected. He opens his mouth to protest but you pull your hands away from your face and say, “I’m an idiot because I liked someone who not only ghosted me, but blocked me. I thought we were friends.”

Steve inhales sharply, thinking. “Ghosting is like ignoring, right?” You nod. “When was this?” 

“Literally half an hour ago. If you’re sick of my pacing, take it up with this guy. I keep checking my phone, maybe he’ll realise he made a mistake or something. But he’s definitely read it, and I don’t know, maybe I said something stupid.” Steve narrows his eyes. 

“Like what?”

You fall back into the chair dramatically, pulling a pillow out from behind you and pushing your face into it, releasing a less than flattering groan. 

“Can’t ‘member,” you say into the pillow.  

“Y/N.” His clothes crinkle. There’s a dent in the pillow in front of your eyes, and the top of Steve’s face appears. 

“You don’t have to tell me, but I know you’re not stupid. You’re not responsible for his actions, sweetheart. You’re never responsible for a man’s actions.” He gently coaxes the cushion out of your grip. “In my day—“ you snort at the turn of phrase, earning a playful look back before he continues. 

“In my day, we didn’t have this tech, you couldn’t block anyone. You’d call, you’d go out, maybe have some food, you know.”  “Sounds easy.” “Easier, not easy,” he says.  “Ah. Our problems are equal, then,” you say. He chuckles, places a hand over yours and squeezes. 

“Forget about him. Do you… wanna get some food?” He asks. You swipe at your eyes one last time, wiping your hands on your clothes and smile.  “Absolutely, I do.” 

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[danganronpa96]

Hold on I'll ask a few but not a lot since I don't wanna be annoying lol.

Idk I have a fangan with these characters but the show is sadly underrated but have you watched 101 Dalmatian Street? Really good show, really good characters, really cute art. Really scary finale.

There was a question asked in the Penguinronpa QnA, two actually, and I wanted to ask these questions. Since 96 isn't complete you can just do like the characters slash chapters you've done up til then or just do 69 only.

For each character, what would they have contributed if they lasted longer in the story. Like the role. Antag, development, support, that one character who does nothing but survives anyway, etc

What's one thing for each chapter you'd go back and redo, if there was one thing for each chapter?

Sorry for question count I'm a very questiony guy. Also yes, this is York the guy who gave Bojack-o-lattern a ton of nicknames. Also I've watched some of Breaking Bad and watched Saiki K almost all of Season 1 (dubbed). Both are really fucking good. There's an Ao Oni movie apparently but the demon design is apparently bad, wait shit I'm rambling. Let me stop now.

1. I haven’t watched it myself, but as long as you enjoy the show yourself and the characters you’re writing, then that’s great! As long as you’re passionate, you could even convince others to check it out

As these other answers are kinda long, I’m gonna put them under the cut ↓ ↓ ↓

2. I’ll answer this for DR69 as it’s easier as that story is already finished.

Mr. Krabs - probably would’ve taken on an arc of greed or teamwork that would’ve reflected into Luigi in some way

Mario - would’ve taken on a very tight-knit support role for Luigi, perhaps helping him come out of his shell and befriend anyone Luigi would

Dedede - as a comical character in the story, it would’ve been funny if he did get access to a hammer or something and tried to break down a wall, only for it to actually lead them to somewhere useful (or makes a hole that a killer could utilise for a murder case)

Ashley - like a mentioned in a very previous post, she would’ve had an arc of coming out of her comfort zone and making more friends, gaining some confidence on the side to confide in others. She would probably become a close friend to Luigi, who takes on a similar type of parental role he does with Parappa (as one single man can never have too many kids)

2D - I’d like to think we’d get to see him perform at some point. Either as a performance with Miku and Teto, or maybe on his own without the cosmetics and show lights, singing to someone who needs the motivation

Peter - I won’t lie, I don’t particularly want Peter to be an endgame character, even in an alternative timeline. I think he’d continue to just be a comic relief character tho, just not so loudly during the darker parts as we get later into the story

Sans - If Sans was alive longer, sansmaeda would be able to be explored more than just during the trial and some parts before. Perhaps the relationship would cause some problems with trust, or it would change the dynamic of the group in someway (as the first sort of relationship they’ve been accustomed to). On his own, I think he’d begin to actually care about investigating himself and find some pretty useful things

Fluttershy - for Fluttershy, she’d be able to spread her kindness a lot further from when she died. Since she had her own doubts herself, however (seen in her diary), it would’ve been a good opportunity for her to receive help from others rather than just being so selfless. Also, she would’ve been able to share her drawings herself, allowing her to explain her creative process and see the others' reactions to her art

Brian - if Brian was persuaded to keep going, he’d have no regrets, more easily able to accept certain strange things and focus on what’s most important: saving everyone else. I think he’d often try to be self-sacrificial, but others would convince him they all need to stay alive together

3. I’ll continue to answer this with just DR69.

Chap 1 - add more events to the daily life. It felt kinda short, even if it was my first ever dangan chapter, and it would’ve been nice to see more events with the whole cast before one bit the dust. I’d like to see them all do something together -- maybe find a way to escape even if it backfires.

Chap 2 - this is more of a technical thing, but I accidentally forgot to have one of the three practicing the play (either The Conductor, Miku or Teto) mention they were rehearing in Classroom 1-A and not the performance hall during the night of the 2nd murder. This led to some theories believing the latter, which made me feel a bit guilty as it led some theories the wrong way.

Chap 3 - I mentioned before I wanted to also add more events to the daily life of ch3. However, I’d probably remove that um. Luigi having to be a real plumber for Peter scene because it was just gross and I only did it because I thought some people would find it funny I guess?? Like it’s not the worst thing ever but I don’t like stooping to toilet level humour often.

Chap 4 - for this chapter, I think I’d want to justify why Sans killed Peter himself. While taking on a selfless act as he didn’t want Nagito to die is alright, just Peter making fun of Papyrus doesn’t really reflect why Sans would get so mad. However, this was actually because in a very old plan I had, Peter had actually killed Papyrus himself (idk how or why but he did) and that confession would be what had led Sans into killing him. I mean I guess it could’ve been possible in a prequel type thing but it would make things more messy (also impossible considering Papyrus is alive for the albeit dead sequel)

Chap 5 - I think I would add more moments of Luigi seeing Parappa hanging out with Brian and trying to make him happy again. We only really see him trying to talk to Nagito, and not with the other two often. It would be nice to have Luigi at least know one thing they did together, making the moment it all falls apart in the trial much more harder to bear.

Chap 6 - I can’t think of much I would change here. However, I would’ve liked to add a part during the trial where Luigi reminisces on the others who have passed away, and I would add a CG of a collage of all the final moments of each character like how they did in SDR2 and NDRV3. I just think it’d look cool but painful as a reminder of all the deaths in one big image. I’d also add a CG right at the end of all 5 survivors standing together after escaping the school. I was planning to, but I got quite burned out after basically working on that final chapter so intently after such a long hiatus.

4. Hello again! I’m glad you’ve enjoyed those shows so far since I really like ‘em too. It’s nice when people check out the medias I write in my fangans!

#hope I answered all your questions well #they were quite hefty so I tried my best #also for ao oni i just stick to the game and accept the graphic novels lol

[candygrlsworld]

Back to school rebrand📝🎀

Ok so this post is gonna be kind of a guide/personal post. I’m gonna be talking about how I’m going to be rebranding myself this school year and little tips on how you can too!

Idk I feel like this is different from my usual posts but I think this will be beneficial for me and you guys!

Mindset ✨

I want to just be unapologetically myself this year,

I'm just gonna be focused on my school work, dressing cute, being myself. I'm not going to try and get anyones attention, love, or respect. Imma just be doing my own thing in my own world. I'm not going out of my way to please people. Or be nobody's friend. Like if you like me come up and talk to me. And if you don't idc. I can chill by myself.

I know it’s messed up but I’ve tried opening up myself to people. So I’m not doing that this year. I just wanna keep to myself because I got hurt last year by trying to be everyone’s friend. I just want to be totally mysterious.

Just focus on self love, & my happiness.

Another thing I’m doing is I’m becoming serious this year. I’ve officially decided I’m going to FIT or Parsons to get my degree in fashion design. So I will be working hard with my school work and extracurriculars. I’ve already created a notion account to organize my school work.

(Link to the notion template I used)

And im just becoming a total nerd. Everytime you see me I will be studying. Like im going to make Rory Gilmore and Elle Woods proud!

Style ✨

I want to dress very simple, and have all my clothes be form fitting. I don’t want to stand out I just want to be comfortable. I also just want to be girly 24/7. I want the way I dress to truly represent who I am. Instead of playing a character.

My style in 4 words: Preppy, girly, y2k, & sweet!

Goals✨

Be more healthy, excercise, stretch, eat better

Keep my grades 90 or above

Stay in an extracurricular the whole year

Also I’m planning on posting on YouTube more and starting my own depop shop!!!

No people pleasing

Take my fashion design career seriously (no “trying out” diff hobbies and careers)

Don’t let people take advantage of me (if someone disrespects me, drop them, I’m not tolerating bullshit)

Be selfish (Protect my peace, not giving energy to things that don’t benefit me, putting myself first)

2022-2023 vision board🎀

Lemme break this down:

Work on my brand

Make some money to move out (might make a post on why I have to move out as soon as possible)

Eat healthier

Get really good at volleyball and make the team (also get good at roller skating)

Get a genuine girly bff so we can talk about fashion and life. (All my friends last year were fake)

Get better grades (again I wanna try harder in school cause I usually do the bare minimum and get 80s-90s

Tips✨

I will be giving tips based off my experience in high school so far since I am a junior this year. And also some tips I’ve collected from the internet.

Obvi my first tip is my “study like me” post where I break down all my advice for studying, so check that out if your interested in more academic advice.

Make 2022-2023 school year vision board (goals, how u wanna dress etc.)

Surrond yourself with friends/people that uplift you/are better than you and inspire you

Clean out room and phone. Get a new wardrobe, get a journal & change your mindset, just totally reset

BE SELFISH don’t give all your energy to people, take time to take care of yourself (even if u are working hard for school)

Keep a planner to organize school work and a journal to organize your thoughts! (Also because they are cute)

Romanticize school (trust me if you pretend your Elle woods it will make school fun and easier)

Let go of toxic habits, behaviors and friends (anything you do not benefit from get rid of it)

Videos & posts

@angeldiscovery reinventing yourself post

Really thewizardliz whole YouTube but these two videos have helped me video 1. Video 2

@dreamgrlarchive faboulisty reset

@angeldiscovery become the best version of you

Localblackchilds YouTube has a lot of good videos for school here two good ones

Protecting your peace & stay organized in school

Theplaygirldiaries podcast how to brand yourself

I hope this helped you guys out!! And I wish you all luck on this school year! It would be so cool to see you guys create your own post like this. (#2022rebrand maybe???)

As always I love you guys!!!!🫶🏽

~yours truly 💋

#me #thoughts #mystyle #yours truly #guides #personal posts

[traumasurvivors]

Hi I know this is. Idk. I’m gonna be vague but I am. A well functioning professional. And I’m in a position where a lot of people depend on me, but I don’t really. Have anyone? And idk sometimes I hurt a lot and it would be nice I think if it was ok to need someone? And so my question is how do I express this to someone without sounding. Bad? I’m so sorry if this isn’t the place to ask I just didn’t know where to go

Hi anon,

I’m not a professional but I can definitely relate to the feeling like you’re there for everyone but can’t reach out yourself.

But let me ask you this, what would you tell me? Sometimes it’s easier to figure out the answer when we’re going to give someone else advice. What would be your advice to me if I came to you and said “I feel like I’m always there for everyone else but I don’t know how to ask others to be there for me.”

If you’re talking about your loved ones, I find that being direct is the best way. I find a lot of people appreciate directness. They also really like being told how to support you. Often people want to help but when they don’t know how, it can be overwhelming and they won’t act because they don’t know what to do which can make us feel like they don’t care. “I’m having a really hard time. I would really appreciate it if you could offer me support by ___” I find it’s also really helpful if you talk about your situation to let people know if you want advice, support and/or validation.

Being direct but also asking in a way that leaves them room to express boundaries can be really helpful. (I usually ask my friends if they’re in a place to hear me rant. I have one friend and our mutual boundary is that both of us can rant without checking first with each other as long as we don’t expect immediate responses.)

It’s not bad to ask for help. And it doesn’t sound bad to ask for help. It’s okay to do those things. I can’t promise you people are always in the right headspace and sometimes they can’t help at all and sometimes they can do so at a lower energy level and meet you halfway. If you run into people who can’t offer you support (and I mean in a pattern sense and not just because they can’t with their current mental health) but are constantly coming to you for things, then I hope you can evaluate that relationship. Relationships are never completely even back and forth. They fluctuate sometimes. Sometimes one person gives more than the other because the other person has a lot going on and then the other person may give more in a time they’re doing better.

Some things to avoid:

Try not apologizing for asking for help. It can be really draining to have to offer someone comfort for asking for help. Try showing gratitude instead. “Thank you for your support. I appreciate it.”

Try not to say things like “I hate to ask this but…” it’s an understandable want to say this because it’s uncomfortable to ask for help sometimes. But it can make the other person feel bad and like they can’t say “no” or things like that.

Don’t be indirect or hint at things “I really wish someone would be there for me…” this can cause feelings of guilt and pressure for the other person.

Some other examples of directness:

“I’m hurting really badly right now. I don’t need you to listen or offer advice, but I could really use a distraction/shoulder to cry on/comfort/etc”.

“I’m going through a tough time. Is it okay if I talk to you about it? And if so, is now a good time?”

“I’m feeling really ____. I’m not sure what help I might need, but I would really appreciate some company right now.”

“I’m feeling really insecure right now. It’s not your fault but could you please remind me I’m cared for?”

Of course there are lots more examples but I hope that these can help you figure out what your own “asking for help” would look like.

Good luck! And remember, you do deserve support just like everyone else.

#April answers

[gibbearish]

idk if this is the same person but that am i trans quiz you made on uquiz is close to my heart. ive been struggling with my gender identity a lot lately (afab) and constantly questioning myself :( although i admit that your quiz did not do much for me, it is providing a base for me in a way and i'm happy that it's also there for other people :) have a good day!!

hey!! this ask meant a lot to me, im really glad the test was able to give you a base to work off of, that was really what i was aiming for. at the end of the day the only person who can decide if youre trans is you and i didnt want the quiz to like. interfere with that or make anyone uncomfortable with a definitive answer that Isnt Quite Right so i tried to design it as less "check all these boxes and if you get 12 or more youre a Certified Trangender™" and more "introspection is hard, here's a roadmap to hopefully make it easier to figure out where you're going" so im really happy it's coming across right:)!! and i wish you luck in learning more abt yourself, i hope the questioning process treats you well

#dont feel bad about not knowing what you are‚ i also dont know what i am #sometimes the question after 'am i trans' is then 'what kind' and that can be wayyy harder to answer #question 1 pretty much only has two answers but question 2... hoo boy

[writingforfun0714]

This is my first ever fanfic. It’s for Marvel, a NatxReader fic. I use ‘you’ instead of ‘i’ for x reader fics, so please let me know if that’s not right. A little angst/comfort, mostly a vent fic for me as I struggle with mental illness.

Warnings—depictions of mental illness, emotional distress, Google translator for the Russian nicknames, idk lemme know if I need to add more

**Everyone experiences mental illness differently and each diagnosis is different. This is just how I experience OCD, anxiety and depression, having been diagnosed at 16. I am not a doctor and mean no offense to anyone else suffering. If anything is offensive, please let me know and I will remove, thank you**

Comparison

It’s been a little over 5 months since you met Natasha. You’d never done a proper relationship before, having had your first kiss at 19. You know that no matter what, relationships thrive on honesty and truth. But you didn’t feel that applied to you. You’re mentally ill. That’s what the doctor had told you at a routine check up when you were 16. You had anxiety and depression the doc said. Then, at 18, you were diagnosed with obsessive compulsive disorder or OCD. Those all seemed like deal-breakers since you knew the stigma of mental illness is that people fear/avoid those with mental illness, so you decided to keep those little details to yourself and…well, the more time passed, the easier it was just to keep it from her.

For the past week or so, you felt yourself slipping. You didn’t know why it started. One day, it was so hard to get out of bed and do work. Even though your girlfriend is the Black Widow, you are not an Avenger. You work as a freelance artist, currently working on 2 children’s books. According to Natasha, that was one of the things she liked about you. She loved anything you showed her from finished pieces to sketches that never see the light of day. She liked hearing about all the normal things you do during your day or about stories from your past. Of course when you first met, you never went into too much detail, only giving her enough information to cover the basics and make it seem like everything is ok. You told her about your favorite animated shows and your childhood pets. It all seemed normal…you did a good job of making sure of that. But you never told her of the pain you endured. How could you?-When she and Yelena told you all about their experiences in the Red Room. You couldn’t possibly tell them you’re so broken just because your parents divorced. How can that compare to what they went through? You have no right to act the way you do, which makes you feel even worse.

You didn’t want to feel like a burden by unloading your petty problems on your girlfriend, so you did what you always do. Stay silent. But Natasha is a professionally trained spy. Not much gets by her. So when she saw you standing in the kitchen, she decided to stay quiet and watch to see what you’d do.

You sigh. It’s nearly 3am and you couldn’t sleep so you contemplated getting something to eat, since you had just kind of picked at your dinner. Not that Nat isn’t a good cook, but you just didn’t feel like eating. Instead, you decide to get a glass of water. You use the sink to fill the glass and chug the water all in one drink. Once you finished, you put the cup in the sink and wipe your mouth, not noticing Natasha watching you from the dark hallway that leads to the bedroom.

“Y/N?” You suddenly hear her voice, making you jump. You look up and see the redhead walk out of the shadows and into the dimly lit kitchen. You sigh with relief when you see her.

“Jesus Nat, you scared the hell out of me,” you sigh as relief washes over you and a small, crooked smile spreads across your lips. Seeing that she doesn’t return the gesture like she normally does causes concern to start filling you up.

“S-Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up-“ You apologize, thinking that’s what’s wrong, but she shakes her head.

“No..No you didn’t wake me. I saw you weren’t in bed,” she explains. You nod.

“Thirsty,” You comment, glancing down at the empty cup in the sink. She nods and glances away, biting her lip as if she’s debating with herself. Now you’re confused.

“You ok?” You ask raising a thick, black eyebrow at her. She looks at you and nods.

“You know you can talk to me about anything…don’t you?” She suddenly asks, her voice…almost unsure, which really throws you. You’ve only seen Nat let her walls down completely twice. Once telling you about her past with the Red Room and the other talking to you about her hopes for us. You blink in surprise and confusion.

“Uh-y-yeah Nat. Of course I know that,” You tell her, though you don’t look at her. You’ve never been good at lying. Not that you were lying, but you didn’t feel that you could.

“Because we’ve been together for a while now-“ Nat begins.

“A while?” You ask, raising your eyebrow. She nods.

“Yeah. 5 months is a while,” she says and you nod, glancing at her.

“And…well..I think I know you well enough to know when something’s going on,” she tells you and you suddenly feel a chill run down your spine as fear grips you. Anxiety starts flooding your mind. You feel your stomach twist and clench nervously.

“I’m fine-“ You immediately respond, though you look more like a deer caught in headlights.

“Y/N-“ She says, moving towards you.

“Nat-please-“ You plead with her. She gives you a worried look. The concern and love in her emerald green eyes is almost too much.

“Don’t look at me like that,” You tell her, turning, shaking your head, shutting your eyes so you don’t see anything. You use your right hand to brace yourself, grabbing the granite countertop, trying to keep your breathing steady. You had a tendency to fold rather quickly, so you were determined to try and salvage…whatever this conversation was.

“I’m just…tired, that’s all,” You admit truthfully, letting a small sigh escape your lips at the word ‘tired’.

“Then you should be with me, in bed, sleeping,” she tells you.

“I know-“ You reply.

“So?” She asks, pushing you. You send her a look.

“Tasha-“

“Talk to me Y/N, you think you can just keep avoiding this-“ Nat tells you as she walks over to you and cups your cheeks in her hands, forcing you to gently tilt your head up to look at her.. You’re rather short at a mere 5’ 1” and lanky so even though Nat is also kind of short, she’s still about 2 inches taller than you, and she’s definitely stronger than you. You feel tears form in your *eye color* eyes that seemed to have dulled since starting to slip.

“Talk to me detka,” she whispers. You feel the warm tears start to slip and roll down your cheeks and onto her hands.

“I’m sorry—I’m sorry Nat—I’m so sorry—“ You start crying. Worry and concern wash over Nat and she quickly pulls you into a tight hug, wrapping her strong arms around you.

“Sshh, sshhh, it’s ok…you’re ok. I’m here for you. I’ll always be here for you,” she assures you, but the shattered, broken part of your mind doesn’t believe her. You wanted to believe her of course, but…after all the betrayals you’ve gone through, trust seems impossible. You shake your head as you tremble, clinging to the redhead, afraid to let go of her.

“Mm-mmm,” You shake your head, “everyone leaves…eventually. It’s my fault. It’s always been my fault. Didn’t want you to leave me…I’m sorry…I’m sorry—I’m clingy-I don’t mean to—I’m sorry—I’m sorry-“ You cry, though you press your face against her chest/shoulder so your words sound a bit muffled.

“I’ll never leave you moya lyubov’, never,” she assures you, rubbing soothing circles on your back. You remember something similar happening in school. You were probably in 6th or 7th grade.

“I’ll never leave you Y/N, don’t worry,” You heard her voice echo in your head. Honestly ever since she left you for those other kids…you’d never been the same. That was one of your last big mental breakdowns. The day you realized she was a liar. Sabryna. LIAR!!!

Once you two were best friends, having met in 3rd grade. You’d already had a best friend, Lia, but the addition had made the Dynamic Duo into the 3 Musketeers. But in 6th grade, Lia left the 2 of you to hang with the popular crowd. She decided we weren’t good enough for her. That you weren’t good enough for her. She was one of your first friends ever so that mentally broke you just as much as your parents’ divorce. That was when Sabryna lied to you, saying she’d always be there for you. Then high school happened and you supposed you shouldn’t have been surprised, but when she started ditching you for her choir friends, your already fractured, broken mind couldn’t take it. You spiraled for a long time. After managing to use drawing and art to pull yourself out of it, you met Natasha.

You realize you’re getting Natasha’s nightshirt all wet with your tears and you realize how hard you’re actually clinging to her. You immediately back off, Nat easily letting her arms drop, and you sniffle, wiping your eyes. You thought you could trust your best friends, who you thought were your sisters, but you couldn’t. What’s different that Natasha wouldn’t leave you too?

“Sorry-“ You apologize.

“You don’t have to apologize for anything-“ she assures you. She wants to embrace you again, but when she sees you back away, she stops herself. She doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable, but she doesn’t know what else to do. When Yelena would break down, especially from nightmares, physical reassurance was the best way to snap her out of it, so Nat doesn’t really know what else to do.

“I know you don’t wanna talk about it-but just know..I will always be here for you. No matter what. I promise,” she says. She reaches in her pocket and pulls out a small folded strip of paper.

“Here,” she tells you. You look at her and see she’s offering the strip to you. You take it tentatively and carefully unfold it to see it’s a photo strip of a young Natasha and Yelena. Nat is probably about 11 or 12 and Yelena is about 6. The two girls are smiling happily. Even as a young girl, Nat dyed her hair, which is a bright blue with her natural red roots starting to show. Your eyes widen.

“I gave that to Yelena the night we got separated. She sent it back to me when we had to take down the Red Room,” she says. You find yourself smiling at the young widows. You begin to hand it back when the red-head shakes her head.

“You keep it. I know it’ll be safe with you,” she tells me giving me a relaxed but confident smile. She…trusts you with something so precious to her.

“I..I’m sorry-“ You tell her.

“I told you-you don’t have to-“ she begins to tell you, but you shake your head, cutting her off.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” you explain and she blinks but nods at you.

“Can..can I ask why you didn’t tell me?” Nat asks you carefully. You think her question over, debating on whether to tell her or not. She looks like she genuinely wants to know. You turn away from her.

“It’s not that I wanted to keep secrets or anything. I wanted to tell you…but I couldn’t,” you tell her.

“Why?” She asks.

“Because Nat-…there’s nothing I could tell you that would…justify my feelings. The Red Room alone is more than anyone should have to go through. I couldn’t tell you because…I’m weak. I should be able to handle normal, everyday things like a normal person. But I couldn’t. I’ve always been weak,” you tell her. You hear her almost silent footsteps approach you and you feel a comforting, strong hand on your shoulder.

“You’re not weak Y/N. I think I understand now,” she tells you, “but normal, everyday life situations are hard. Everyone, even the Avengers, struggle with it sometimes. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Just because I’ve had it worse than some, I know there will always be someone that’s had it worse than me. That doesn’t mean the trauma I went through wasn’t real. That doesn’t mean your trauma isn’t real,” she assures you.

“Being abandoned is one of the most intense, painful experiences we go through,” she says, “it doesn’t matter what caused those feelings, but those that have felt abandoned understand what it’s like.”

“But you are strong Y/N. Do you hear me? You’ve always been strong. You’ve dealt with this for so long…I wish I could’ve been there for you, and I’m sorry if I made you feel like you couldn’t come to me when you need me,” she apologizes. You shake your head and immediately jump into her, hugging her tightly. She chuckles and squeezes you back.

“You never did. It’s..just been…really hard…all by myself,” You tell her.

“Well you’re not alone. I’m here. I’ll always be here for you. Always,” she says.

“Really?” You ask timidly. She chuckles and runs her fingers through your thick, wild, shaggy hair.

“Really Y/N,” she replies and kisses the top of your head. You yawn simultaneously.

“C’mon, let’s go back to bed,” she says and you nod, glancing at the clock. You hadn’t realized how much time had passed and the emotional conversation has left you drained. Nat lets you lean on her and takes most of your weight as you two walk down the hall and back to bed.

#marvel #black widow #Natasha Romanoff #nat x reader #angst/comfort #natasha x reader #first fic #reader x natasha romanoff #fanfic #marvel fanfiction

[philsmeatylegss]

Rae I’m going to be in college soon and I have no idea what the fuck I’m doing. I have a random roommate, I’m going to be 30 mins away from home and I hate my major

Honestly, I won’t lie to you. The first month-ish, especially the first two weeks, are gonna fucking suck. Anyone who followed me when I started last year will back that statement up. Same situation as you. No clue what to expect, had a roommate I never met as a socially anxious introvert, forty five minutes away from home, having no clue what I even wanted to study. So this is one of the few things I can confidently talk about.

Having a roommate was what really killing me. My school is really good with accommodating mental and physical health issues and I was able to transfer to a single. So one piece of advice is to see the reputation of the accommodations at your school. Depending the school, it can range from being awesome and super flexible like mine or just being slight assholes. Especially if you have a diagnosis, check to see if you’re eligible for a single. Idk if that’s like a really overwhelming problem you’re having, but it was for me. Tried it, wasn’t for me. I need my space. And that’s okay.

Kind of working off that point, every single movie you’ve ever seen about starting college is a lie. Every. Single. One. You don’t just show up and magically find a quirky diverse group of friends you perfectly fit in with. Especially if you’re introverted and anxious. You have to make that choice and put in effort to put yourself out there and talk to people. And you know what? Maybe that’s not for you. I was stuck in a place where I was beating myself up because I knew I should be talking to people but I just didn’t want to. But in reality, I’m someone who doesn’t need friends to be happy. They’re nice to have, but I don’t need to have them. So once I accepted this, it became a lot easier. There isn’t a right or wrong way to socialize, no “should”s or “shouldn’t”s. But a lot of people aren’t that way. So check in and see if that’s you. If it’s not, if you need friends to be happy, then just be prepared to put in that effort. Be prepared for the anxiety. But you’ll find your people, I promise.

The showers are always gross. Just a warning.

I go to a small school and one specific reason I picked this school is because it doesn’t have parties, it’s not a party school. At most, give friends drink in one dorm room and the music gets a bit too loud. Most colleges aren’t like this but I can’t really give advice because I haven’t experienced it. Cover your drinks and have a designated walker/driver home.

Also working off that, there will be alcohol and drugs (by that i mean weed, almost never anything more), but no one really cares if you do or don’t want to have it. For personal reasons, I don’t drink or smoke and it was never a problem. There’s an unspoken rule that weed is kind of chill at my school so I always smell it and people come to class high (DONT DO THAT). Don’t be a snitch unless someone gets hurt. Always call emergency services if someone is hurt. Even if you’re drinking/smoking!!!!!! Legally you won’t get in trouble if you call for help when you’re intoxicated.

Fucking show up to class. Out of two semesters, eight classes, only one professor would take attendance. And even then she didn’t do it every class. You technically don’t get in trouble, but you’ll quickly fall behind if you make it a habit. That’s another thing, don’t be afraid to take a day off. I had a few days where I was just spent and couldn’t get to class. Forcing yourself to class in that state will make everything worse. Allow a couple of days a semester to just recover if mentally you’re just out of battery. But don’t make a habit of it because i can promise, even if it’s a class you’re really good in, you will fall behind. I guarantee it.

Check the weather. If there’s even a small chance of rain, bring an umbrella. Trust me. It’s not fun walking back in the rain. Really not fun.

Join clubs!!!! They’re way more casual and it’s okay to not show up to every meeting. I sporadically went to club meetings and I would always have fun and talk to people.

My advice is to prepare for the worst. But that doesn’t mean the worst will happen. You may go and everything is fine. And that’s okay too! I’m just telling you it’s okay if it’s pure shit because I wasn’t prepared and no one around me seemed to be struggling (tons of them are, the reason you don’t see any is because they’re all in the shadows just like you).

Senior year I thought for a fact that I would major in psych and become a therapist. Now I’m in a program to become a history teacher. I got C’s in history when I was in high school. So regarding your major, keep an open mind. Talk to the career center or a teacher in your major. They can help guide you to a better major. If you’re being forced to take a specific major, still talk to staff about it. There’s programs and jobs you could join that may make it so there’s something you enjoy or you’re set up for a job you will like.

Wow I didn’t mean for this to be long

Tldr: the first month will probably suck balls if you’re introverted and anxious like me, check out your options for accommodations, decide if you want friends and if you want to put effort into doing so, be safe when intoxicated, and staff is super helpful.

#asks #college #positivity #tw drugs #tw alcohol mention

[thepenguinlad]

This stuff gets a lot easier when you let go of the need to control things. Lesson learned during freshman chemistry lab (with a required lab partner). I wanted to keep an eye on every single thing to make sure it was correct, but realized that not only 1. there was not enough time to double check all her work, but 2. I was being kind of annoying! Now that I'm older, I realize more and more that I fucking *hate* being micromanaged. Having someone just staring over your shoulder can really get to you; it feels like they have no confidence in you, even when you've demonstrated competence. Which just like, really, *really* can make you feel like garbage especially if you're already dealing with self-esteem issues.

This is just coming back to me now as I start in as the Story Guide for Coyote and Crow for the first time - both in this system *and* as a DM. It's fun, but also anxiety inducing as someone who is still getting to know the system. And it doesn't help that I deal with self-esteem bullshit anyway.

But like, as we moved along this module, stuff definitely came up that I didn't expect, and I had to search around and correct myself a lot of the time. It felt kind of embarrassing! And I found myself wanting to exert control over the story because it was playing out differently than I expected.

One thing I think Coyote and Crow does well is emphasize the fact that you're telling a story together with your friends. When they wanted to do something I hadn't anticipated, I had to make a conscious effort to be open to what that would mean for the story, and then figure out how we could do what they wanted. I know it's a very baby DM (Story Guide, here) issue to have. But I think I struck a pretty good balance. Letting that go, acknowledging that some things are not a big deal and consciously processing through them - it feels nice.

I don't know, thoughts of someone who was an emotionally-stunted teenager just now getting a hold of literally understanding what it is I'm feeling. Still haven't had many relationships? I feel like I'm doing all this stuff on like a 10 year delay. It almost doesn't feel that important though, because I'm only able to approach them from a healthy place because I have a good support network, especially my roommates. Idk. People get so cheesy about practicing gratitude and surrounding yourself with good vibes and good people, but tbh that's like half of what helps you actually be happy. And not the fakey happiness either, I'm not talking about continual toxic positivity. It's this kind of contentedness u get from trying your best (even when that doesn't feel like enough), living in line with your values, and respecting yourself solely as a human being, who despite anything else always deserves to be treated with basic respect and kindness.

Letting go of these things erodes you.

That erosion isn't your fault. But it's your responsibility now - not to anyone else, but to yourself.

Of your eroding riverbank, flowing through your life, where will you plant willows and grasses to create and maintain the banks which define you? At what point do you say "no more"?

And the thing is, you're none the lesser for it. Sure, you'll never be the same as you were before - but why would you want to be? even if some of the bank eroded, new soil can be deposited. The snowmelt will slow a little, once spring gets a little further on. And then you can assess: what changed, and what can you do about it? What can you heal? What can you only remediate?

Sure, the river will never be the same again - but it doesn't mean you're less beautiful or valuable. Even after the floods, or storms, or clearcutting developers, those around you will still value and appreciate your presence. There will be little helps, from the seeds which get carried on the bottom of shoes and are left to enrich your soil, to the kind people who protest the factory that pollutes upstream. You are an ecosystem in the best way, but that also means you're susceptible to the hurts of your many environmental factors.

I think I lost the plot a little but

Tl;dr: you are a beautiful jungle river; do not let some motherfucker dump toxic waste in your waters.

#oh boy I am NOT going back to edit that I would just chicken out of posting it at all #anyway #even if you don't love yourself #just maintain yourself #going thru the motions still pedals the bike #etc etc #writing #my post #high thoughts #positivity

[therandomficwriter]

Twilight Wolfpack with a short S/O

A/N: Sorry it took so long for me to come out with something! But I had requested this kinda prompt for a different imagine account but idk if they’re gonna do it,,, so I decided why not and give it a try myself! Like I am super short (like 5’0) and always wonder what it’d be like to be with the Wolfpack. Anyways, I hope you guys like it!

A/N 2: None of the gifs are mine so credit to the original owners! Also I didn’t edit it so I’m sorry if there are any mistakes! Feel free to check this link out also⇒ ( ◠‿◠ )

Sam Uley

First of all I don’t think he would tease you as much as some of the guys would

He would be extra protective since you’re smaller as it’s easier for you to get hurt

And if you are clumsy like me I don’t think that would help to ease his concern lmao

N e ways, I feel like he would have a cute nickname for you, something along the lines of shortcake or something cute like that

If you ever lecture the pack if they’ve done something wrong (or stupid) he has to hold in a laugh cause its funny to see a bunch of huge guys scared of little bitty you

Omg imagine him pulling you into a hug and your face is just buried in his warm chest and he just lets out a deep chuckle cause you’re just so tiny compared to him

Pls sir spare me for I am about to cry thinking about it

But overall he loves you no matter what size you are. Y’all are still the mom and dad of the pack and everyone respects you cause even small you still hold your ground

Jared Cameron

HE IS THE #1 TEASE

He literally has so many nicknames for you and a lot of them are different ways of saying you’re short but his favorite to call you is munchkin lmao

Likes doing that thing where if you’re next to him he’ll use your head as an armrest

Also likes to randomly come behind you and lift you up to scare you

Will sometimes jokingly place you on the counter to talk to you so he won’t have to look down or as he says “so you won’t hurt yourself look up at me shorty”

He may tease you a lot about your height but if anyone were to make fun of you or tease you about it,,, oooh boy he is on them like nothing

Only he is allowed to tease his little munchkin

Y’all just have a very fun and loving relationship and you guys are literally thick as thieves and nothing could change that

Paul Lahote

TEASE #2

He won’t tease you as much as Jared does with his s/o because he is soft for you

He probably also has a cute nickname for you probably also something to do with being small

Probably calls you princess most of the time tho

Whenever you’re trying to get something that is high up where you can’t reach he’ll come behind you and put one hand on your waist and grab whatever it is you needed

He’ll probably ask for an kiss in return for being, and I quote, “your knight in shining armor” and he’ll bend down a bit while you tippy toe to reach and give him a small peck

It really boosts his ego every time lmao

Like Jared he is the only one allowed to tease you cause knowing him he’ll probably try to kill the person making fun of you

We all know he is the type to pull you into his lap whenever he’s sitting cause he loves holding on to you since you’re so tiny

Overall he is also very protective of you and loves having you with him and he wouldn’t want anyone else

I need a Paul in my life

Embry Call

You get teased by him quite a lot too but not to the extent of the other 2 teases

I feel like he calls you lovebug as a joke but it stuck after a while lmao

He probably makes you help him prank the others by hiding you somewhere (since you fit almost anywhere) and then you jump out and scared them

Which in hindsight was a bad idea cause y’all got a lecture from Sam after it happened a couple times and it was not fun

Besides that he also likes to give you piggyback rides whenever your legs get tired or you’re having trouble keeping up with them (or just for fun)

He is very attentive tho and he will help you out without you having to ask cause he loves you and is constantly watching you

But not in like a creepy way sorta like a ‘I want to make sure you don’t hurt yourself’ kinda way

Y’all’s relationship is also very fun and you guys are very relaxed with each other cause you trust each other with your lives

You guys are like 2 peas in a pod and you wouldn’t have it any other way

Jacob Black

Honestly at this point I should just say all of them have a cute nickname for you

I feel like he calls you either beautiful most of the time or smalls when he’s feeling playful or just to tease you

You already KNOW every time he hugs you he lifts you up and spins you around then when he puts you down he holds on for a little longer cause he doesn’t want to let you go just yet

Pls lord I am in need of a hug from Jacob

When he’s on the couch I feel like he’ll be sitting there and you just come up to him and crawl into his lap and you’ll just have a koala hold on him and he just simply holds you (and you probably pass out from how warm and comfy he is)

Omg when y’all sleep together (not like that ya nasties) he will have you lie down on top of his chest and he’ll have his arms wrapped around you

He’s another one that will pick you up and carry you if you get tired or if you can’t keep up

He’s also another one who is super protective of you and will constantly have you near him

Also he’s the type to walk you all the way to your front door when it’s time for you to go home and he won’t leave till he knows you’re in your room

Overall you guys have a very loving relationship and I just know when he loves someone he loves with his whole being and the same goes for you and it shows throughout your whole relationship

Quil Ateara

I feel like he calls you something cute and small related like cutie pie or button

When he’s more on the teasing side he’ll call you pip squeak

He loves to rest his head on top of yours whenever he hugs you

Sometimes when he’s bored he’ll go and flop on top of you but he’ll try and hold himself up a bit and won’t put to much pressure on you cause he’s scared of hurting you

He likes to move your stuff where you can’t reach it so you’ll ask for his help and he thinks you look so cute trying to reach it

But if he knows he won’t be there to help you he will try and put whatever you might need within your reach

He likes it whenever you go and sit in his lap when he’s playing video games with the guys whether you’re on your phone, taking a nap on him, or just watching him play he’ll encase you in his arms and he likes the company plus the feeling of you being there (he love how tiny you feel against him)

He also likes to hold your hand cause he likes how small it feels and he likes how it fits in his hand

He is so very sweet and your relationship is another very funny and goofy one but it’s is still very strong none the less

Seth Clearwater

A/N: I know this gif isn’t from the movie so sue me

He is the sweets boy ever omg

He would find you so adorable and would constantly gush over you

He would probably call you something like kitten cause you’re “small and cute like one”

He absolutely loves hugging you especially back hugs (he just loves to feel you in his arms)

That’s why he loves to cuddle with you and he likes to be the big spoon cause you fit nicely encase in him

He also likes it when he has his head on your chest and your fingers are running trough his hair and you legs are wrapped around his waist (cause that as far as your legs can reach from this position) he finds it kinda funny that you can’t completely wrap around him

When you’re talking to him he tries to kinda lean against something or sit down cause he thinks it’s rude for him to look down on you while you talk but also so you don’t strain your neck trying to talk to him

He’s another one that likes to give you a piggyback ride so your legs don’t get tired or he’ll just try to slow down his walking to accommodate to you

I could go on forever because he’s just so in love with you and absolutely adores your small stature

Your relationship is just so loving and he is so very caring and has such a big heart and I know you return that love just as much if not more

I needs me a Seth Clearwater plssss

Leah Clearwater

A/N: It’s so hard to find a gif of her smiling in the movie she deserves all the happiness in the world

First of all of course I included her cause how could I not,,, she deserves the absolute world!

Pls wreck me queen

N e ways I feel like her nickname for you is not as embarrassing or outlandish as the guys names it’s probably something like angel or baby

If she’s feeling playful she calls you tiny

Fun fact when y’all cuddle she likes being the small spoon! She likes the feeling of you holding her even though she is a lot bigger than you

She’s also one of the ones that like to help you if you can’t reach something it makes her feel needed and she’s just glad she can be there for you cause she knows you’ll be there for her

When hugging you she likes to lift you up and bonus points if you wrap your legs around her waist (it makes her instantly melt)

Off topic but y’all like to make snarky comments about the guys or at them and it just makes y’all laugh and if you make a sarcastic comment to Sam when he tries to lecture you guys about something she gets mega heart eyes for you and is super proud to call you her s/o

Getting back on track but she of also very protective of you like the rest of the guys but she knows you can handle yourself well but she can’t help but worry because of your small size

Besides that y’all’s relationship is really one of a kind you guys have built up a lot of trust with each other over time and y’all’s bond is as strong as ever and I just know she loves you fiercely

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