#Cue the *holds gently* meme

[chaosheadspace]

wip meme: Subvocals? subvocals sounds so interesting pls say more

Okay, subvocalisation is a term first coined by fanfic author Did (someone correct me if I'm wrong) for Omegaverse. It's involuntary / hard to repress sounds that express simple things like "back off / come here / I'm scared / I want you / where is my alpha / you're in serious danger of being bitten rn" stuff like that.

So this would be a Dreamling fic where everyone is part of the Omegaverse system, even the Endless. Due to his eldritch shenanigans, Dream's subvocals are in a pitch no living being can hear, so he just goes ham / he never learned how to maybe tone it down.

Cue Hob who's hearing is a little fucked. One day, while out with his friends, starts hearing those weird noises. You know where this is going, haha. Dream being called out on his bullshit by his own body, naturally.

Snippet under the cut, possibly OOC. (also, I'm not italicising all the *, I'm on mobile, I won't do that to myself)

Hob just smiles gently as his friends laugh about another story Alrin is telling, imitating the purrs and trills of his latest Omega conquest. Hob's had trouble hearing ever since he was kicked by a horse as a kid. He can't even hear his *own* subvocals, just feel the vibrations of them in his chest whenever they happen. Funnily enough, he's also grown up to really like horses. But his friends and their jokes are still a mystery to him.

So when he suddenly hears a small, discontent mewl through the din of the white horse tavern, so *clear* through all the ruckus, he doesn't even know what it is, at first. Just that it tugs at his heartstrings rather severely.

*Alone. Miserable. Hurt. Go away. Hello? No. Bad smell. Alone. Alone. Hurt. No. Don't touch. Go away.*

It's a string of sounds just a hair's breadth away from thoroughly distressed and Hob feels his chest rumble. *Hello. Hello? No threat. Here. Here. Come? I will protect. Hello?*

It's impossible to make out a specific smell here in the tavern, but Hob's eyes search frantically until they land on the most defiant man Hob has ever seen. His posture communicates that he clearly wants to be anywhere but here, his cheekbones say 'I will cut you', and his eyes say 'don't you dare'.

And the sweet, high notes coming from his throat sing *alone alone alone, please, no, help me*.

Sharp blue eyes find his and say 'do not dare. If you dare, I will kill you'. His song beckons Hob closer. Hob stands, barely registering the questioning looks from his friends, and goes to him as if drawn on a string. The high notes of the plea shift and lap over the purr in his own chest.

The stranger is silent. Hob takes a good look into his eyes, cutting himself up with masochistic joy, before saying, "I won't, you know. Die, that is. Unless you plan on killing me yourself."

The stranger tips his head, looks at Hob as if studying a mildly interesting bug and Hob knows, deep inside himself, that he could. He's fine as marble, possibly as strong, too. Hob takes a surprised breath and that's when he knows for sure that this man is not like any other he has met. He's got no smell, a weird absence of one, like fresh wind, like a torn-down forgotten memory.

And still, his body sings to Hob, sings *for* him, now a litany of *alone, alone, will you come, are you, do you, will you hold me, please, please, I'm so alone all the time*.

#tag game #Chaosheadspace's writing

[stressedanime]

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Will was sitting on the couch mindlessly flicking through Netflix. He was sitting completely upright, his body full of tension that he had nowhere to put. Nico was late coming home and Will couldn’t help the cascade of worst case scenarios that were currently parading through his mind.

As always, he remembered too late that he and Nico shared each other’s locations, so Will could literally track his location live through his phone. His arms darted around on the couch for his phone, probably more frantically than was necessary.  

Before he could even find his phone he heard the scrape of keys against the lock, and then the sound of the front door opening, announcing Nico’s arrival back home. Will didn’t waste a second before he jumped off the couch and headed to greet his partner.

Nico was standing near the entrance of the house when Will reached him, but before he could embrace him like he always did, Will stopped.

Nico had an expression on his face that was unfamiliar, and frankly jarring to see. He wore a sheepish smile, but his dark eyes were sparkling with… hope? He was also standing slightly hunched with his hands behind his back, obviously hiding something, which was even more concerning.

They stared at each other for a beat, and before Will could question what he was hiding, Nico spoke.

“Will, darling. You love me right?” 

Will blinked at him. “Yes… of course I love you,” he said hesitantly. Nico nodded, and it looked like he gained a little bit of confidence as he stood up straighter.

“You love me and you would do anything for me?” Nico questioned again, and at this point Will’s mind was racing through a million different possibilities. 

Will hesitated, his eyes darting to Nico’s arms that disappeared behind him. “What did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything.”

“What do you have ?” Will shot back, taking a step towards him. Nico held his gaze for another second, before sighing and carefully bringing his hands out from behind him. It looked like he was holding a bunched up t-shirt.

Will frowned, not sure what was so remarkable about an old t-shirt that Nico had to confirm Will’s devotion to him. Then he saw movement. Will’s eyes widened, and he closed the distance between them, and lightly touched the edge of the shirt.

Swaddled gently inside was a baby opossum. Its little black eyes stared up at Will, its pink nose wiggling slightly as it sniffed the air. 

Will glanced up at Nico and almost had to look away instantly. Nico was giving him the biggest puppy dog eyes he had ever seen grace Nico’s face. Even the time that he came across a listing for an extremely rare first edition Mythomagic set didn’t come close to the eyes he was currently giving Will. 

As Will stared at his adorable expression, he already knew what Nico was going to ask, and Will wasn’t sure if he could say no.

“Can we keep ‘er?” Nico asked on cue, pouring every ounce of sweetness he could into his voice. Nico blinked and somehow made his eyes even bigger. Will thought that this was vaguely reminiscent of a scene in the animated Puss in Boots they had recently watched together. 

Nico’s favourite animal was opossums. Will and Nico’s Instagram and Twitter DM’s were more or less filled with possum memes, or just pictures of possums with Nico lamenting over how cute they were. He had always joked to Will that if he was to ever own a pet it would be a possum, so Will had to admit it wasn’t really surprising that Nico took the opportunity to bring one home. 

Already feeling his resolution crack he sighed, knowing one of them had to be the voice of reason. “Nico. It’s a baby. Did you steal it from its mother?”

“No!” Nico exclaimed in a half whisper. Will raised his eyebrows. “No, I would never. It’s mom-” Nico cut off and hesitated, looking down at the creature in his hands. He shifted so he was cradling it protectively against his chest instead of holding it out to Will. To Will’s surprise, when Nico met his eyes again, Nico’s face was pinched into an expression that Will recognized as Nico trying to hold back tears.

“Her mom was on the side of the road. She was the only one that was still alive,” Nico said quietly, the last words of his sentence barely a whisper. Nico’s eyes filled with tears, and in tandem Will’s heart filled with sympathy and he reached out to pull Nico into a hug, being careful of the possum in his arms. He gently rubbed Nico’s back, and whispered comforting words. After a little bit, he kissed the top of Nico’s head and pulled back, decidedly not mentioning the newly damp spot on the collar of his shirt. 

“Okay, let's go sit down. We definitely can’t keep it forever, but we have it now. Let's go figure out what we can do.” Nico nodded, and gave Will a peck as he walked by him, whispering a small thank you .

Nico headed to the living room, and placed the baby possum on the coffee table. He kneeled in front of it, crossing his arms on the table and then resting his head on his arms. Nico fixed the possum with a look of pure adoration as it crawled out of the t-shirt, then headed towards where Nico was sitting. 

Will stood for a moment, just studying Nico. It was rare that Nico looked so absolutely soft with his chronic case of resting bitch face. Will got to see the soft side of him more than anyone else, but seeing Nico being so tender with such a tiny little creature caused Will’s insides to melt into a gooey mess. 

Will sat on the couch behind Nico, and Nico leaned back using Will’s leg as back support. Will threaded his fingers into Nico’s dark wavy hair, scratching lightly as his scalp. Nico let out a puff of air and relaxed into the feeling.

“First things first,” Will started as Nico reached out to lightly pet the possum between its ears. “What did you name it?”

“Heather,” Nico answered, faster than Will expected.

“Heather?” Will repeated back to him, and Nico nodded. “Why Heather?” 

Nico wasn’t facing Will, but Will could tell he was blushing by the shade of pink that his ears turned. He mumbled something Will couldn’t hear, so Will leaned forward, prompting him to repeat himself.

“I named her after the possum from Over the Hedge. She was voiced by Avril Lavigne.”

Will let out a small laugh, not out of judgement but out of affection. “That’s cute babe, Heather sounds perfect.” At that Nico tilted his head back into Will’s lap and smiled at him. Will leaned down, the position was a bit awkward but he still managed to give Nico a chaste kiss. 

Will sat up again and Nico turned his attention back to the coffee table. At this point Heather had crawled into Nico’s hand and curled up, closing her eyes. Nico cooed at her, shifting on his legs but being careful not to move his arm at all.

“Are you able to Google what we should do? I know we probably can’t keep her, but I want to make sure we do everything right.”

Will hummed in affirmation and started looking for his phone again. He finally found it on the side table beside his end of the couch. He googled ‘how to take care of a baby possum’ and started reading out the advice.

“Number one thing is to keep her warm, and have her in a dark place. It says to put some rags in a box for her to go in with some sort of heating. I think we have a shoe box somewhere that we can use, and we have that heating pad, so I’ll grab that in a bit.” Nico nodded, and gently placed Heather back into the t-shirt. 

“What about food?” Nico asked quietly. 

“It actually says not to feed her. We could feed her the wrong thing or she could eat something wrong and get it into her lungs. Most of these sources say just keep her warm and safe until we can contact a wildlife rehabilitator.” 

Nico sighed, his shoulders slumping. “That makes sense.” He leaned his head down onto the table. “I don’t want to give you away to some stranger though,” Nico cooed at Heather, using his finger to scratch her head again.

They sat in comfortable silence for a couple moments, before Nico perked up. 

“Wait. What am I saying. Frank’s literally a wildlife rehabilitator! He works at the zoo as a vet! ” 

Will’s eyes widened. “Oh my god you’re right.”

Nico carefully picked up Heather again, and turned around to look at Will. “Do you think they’ll keep her, and let us visit?” he asked, tentative hope written across his face. Will leaned down and kissed the tip of his nose.

“I’m sure you can convince Frank. I think he’s still scared of you.” 

Nico laughed at that, and then shook his head. “I really don’t get why. I was joking when I gave him the shovel talk when he and Hazel started dating.”

“Babe, you can be scary when you’re happy ,” Will said leaning in and looking Nico directly in the eyes. Nico scrunched his nose in disagreement, so Will continued. “Not to me though. There’s no way I can think of you as scary when you bring baby animals home and name them after cartoon characters.” Nico rolled his eyes in annoyance, but the smile on his face betrayed him.

Will lightly gripped Nico’s chin and pulled him close. He caught Nico in a deeper kiss than the others he had given him since he got home, and Will did his best to pour his absolute adoration for Nico into it.

After a couple of moments though he pulled away. He slapped his thighs before standing up. “C’mon, let’s go set up a box for Heather. We can call Frank in the morning.” Nico nodded and stood up next to him slowly so as to not jostle Heather. Before Will could walk away Nico leaned in and gave Will another short kiss.

“Thank you,” Nico whispered against Will’s lips. Will just smiled, and returned the kiss.

#babies first solangelo fic guys!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #i wrote this in 3 hours so if it isn't the best #deal wit it #i fully believe that nico di angelo would love possums ok. am i projecting? maybe. am i right? yes #nico di angelo #will solace #solangelo #tw mention of animal death #also krista if u see this no you DIDNT

[justanother-anon]

Okay so something I want to write but don't have the time for now the previously promised selkie au

Very vaguely outlined

Steve's mom is a selkie

That's why she follows his father around

The pool where barb died is now salt water

Steve is pretty because male selkies were very pretty 

Just the facts 

When he was little his mom held onto his coat

As he got older he controls both holding it and what it looks like

In highschool it is his letterman

After highschool it ends up looking like any number of thing but most frequently it's a sweater

Robin find out by wandering in to his house while he is transformed in the pool in the back 

She thinks his selkie version is the coolest thing and that his coat is the softest thing. 

He is very very careful with his coat

Until in the chaos of the upside down he knows he cannot transform so he leaves it on the boat with robin gently folding and giving it to her (not chucking it at eddie like in cannon)

Except somehow like in cannon it gets handed to eddie because chaos 

Robin brings it with her when she goes through the portal because that's her platonic soulmates link to life to not being miserable 

At she saves it from being torn up as bandage 

Ties it around her waist

In the trailer when they go through she takes it off intending to give back to steve then nancy happens and she shoves it at eddie in order to find a tape

Eddie then has it and its clearly important so he will take care of it because robin seems to be guarding it with her life and he gets having things that seem innocent being important

Steve asks her for it while in the hospital and she just panics because where the fuck did it go

She knows she had it, he knows she had it and Steve knows she was not careless with it; it's just how the upside down happens. He is still scared and she feels like shit because he's crying on her shoulder and scared of losing a part of himself and getting stuck like his mom

Eddie's turn

Eddie's mom was stolen from the sea. What were the chances the day she was on the beach his father just happened to be out smoking during which he stole her coat. 

She had to stay with him 

She was kind to her son who had gotten the selkie looks 

Big brown eyes that could stop the world 

She hid his coat with her brother in law

Where her husband couldn't find it 

Told her brother-in-law as much as she could 

Eddie sometimes wonders if she knew it was coming 

Without being able to go to the sea she died and there was nothing he could do about it

He found he wasn't as picky as long as there was water he could transform in and he felt fine. 

He spent the week of his 13th birthday figuring out how to change his coat form like he wanted to after wayne gave it to him to take care of himself

Then later on when people started to bother him more and more, he figured it was inevitable someone was going to spray him with water or something when he was wearing his jacket and learned how to swim without transforming. 

~I don't know what goes here this is just a basic outline need to figure this out if you have suggestions I'll take them~

Eddie realizes he has Steve's sweater and wants to keep it (and does for a couple extra days) around the same time Steve does who is going through the same feeling and experience. And when Eddie knocks on Steve's door and hands him his sweater as Steve is out the door to give Eddie his jacket they recognize the reaction in the other and finally do something about the chemistry because they already have more in common than they do apart. 

Hands each other their jackets only to spiderman pointing meme at each other

Also oops now according to our customs that we apparently both share were married

Cue them calling Steve's mom in a semi panic and digging through everything Wayne has on selkie traditions from Eddie's mom

They can figure it out and you know selkie magic they keep on drawing near to each other (it's not sure they're bound together now but it doesn't just work from nothing if they wanted nothing to do with the each other they would have nothing to do with each other

Insert tender scene about eddie teaching Steve how to swim in his jacket without it transforming

El should know their is something diffrent about Steve but it's him being a selkie and she doesn't exactly have a good grasp of normal so she knows the whole time but doesn't say anything till Dustin finds out and freaks out

And they fall in love more than they were at the begining

Again this is up for grabs because I don't currently have time to do more than this

As always dedicating all ideas to @corrodedcoughin for getting me into this ship whither they know it or not

-✏️

#steddie #selkie au #have fun guys #steddie au #of course robin knows she know everything about him #and they deserve to have that conversation

[bloomandcoffee]

So about "uninvited"...

Context: this is the song that plays when Joshua and Dion first meet right after Titan's defeat.

Ya'll I want you to know first hand that if you play the song synchronized with their reunion like in the game, the song, which ends in violins ends when Dion says "I thought you long dead".

Because of course it would.

Anyways! First thing to point out is that Joshua's leitmotif's refrains in this song are done in freaking acoustic guitar a.k.a. one of, if not the go to instrument for romantic melodies. So Soken certainly made A Choice™️.

Not to mention it was deliberate. All of Joshua's leitmotifs are in piano (or a cappella, for that one poignant scene in Clive's acceptance), not strings. Do you know whose leitmotifs are in strings? Dion's. So you could argue Joshua is trying to match up the wavelength of Dion, trying (and successfully, you'll see) speak to him in the same (musical) language and reach him in the way Dion's core knows.

Now onto the music proper. The song starts before the phoenix appears even if you can't notice in the cutscene. It starts with tense violin. Again, violin solo is indicative of Dion. Tense violin = Dion's tense, no wonder why.

You can even hear brass instruments in the background of the tense violin. A foreshadowing, of how all of this tension will eventually become.

But not just tense violin. It's actually a tension that would be carried across multiple phrases if not because suddenly Joshua enters with his freaking guitar theme.

So Joshua's theme starts as he enters the tent. It's guitar, but it isn't tense. There's melancholy and the accords of course aren't the most romantic ones (because of course Soken wouldn't make it more obvious.) The melody however carries and most importantly, the violin in the background starts to mellow.

it is also very important to note that: First guitar refrain: reaches poignant chord Joshua: pardon the intrusion your highness /bows (synchronized with the music btw)

First guitar refrain: reaches following chord Dion: I know you

In fact, there's an entire musical dialogue in their verbal exchange. First guitar refrain: reaches last chord Dion: At ease!

Second guitar refrain: starts Dion: we're in the presence of the Phoenix

Ya'll we have music dialogue with Dion continuing to speak inside the phoenix guitar refrains while his musical cues (violin) mellow

Second guitar refrain: reaches third cord Joshua: I hope I'm not interrupting Second guitar refrain: reaches last cord Dion: Not at all and then cue mellowed out strings for the rest of the song. it keeps the note, but it isn't tense.

In the two guitar refrains of this song we have:

Greetings, recognition, Protection demonstration of non aggression

Presentation, inquiry, reassurance

Joshua gets to hold and care for the fallen Wyverntail while Dion's mellowed out strings play in the background and inquires about their past connection. Then the melody fades gently.

Meme analysis of this is pretty much Dion: * is tense * Joshua: * serenades with Guitar * Dion: * is a bit chilled out*

It's hilarious because either my ears aren't that good (which hey, fair af) or the last 4 seconds of this track are silent.

Why would you leave 4 more seconds of silence???? This may be just me going delulu, but do know what happens between those 4 seconds of silence?

Joshua: Twenty? Dion: I thought you long dead

Look, all I'm saying is that if the musical conversation reached a duet at the end, nobody would deny there was some romantic tension and resolution.

#another song analysis! #song meta #but short and sweet #ffxvi #phoenixflare #joshua rosfield #dion lesage

[giggly-squiggily]

Amazing, Showstopping, Glamorous Blue Lock Headcanons That Are Definitely True Ego Told Me So #2

Whoops I tripped and fell into the Blue Lock Dub we're back at it again WHOOO!

Now with shippy bits because I can :P

Rin likes to say words of gratitude in English to his teammates because none of them speak/understand him. He'll say something like: "I appreciate you. Thank you for making my time here at Blue Lock that much more fulfilling." And Isagi will just be all: "What? Whatcha say?" He always bullshits them after though. "I said you suck." "OI-"

Nagi and Chigiri like to quote dumb memes/vines/tiktoks at the most inconvenient times. They mainly does it to annoy Barou; It drives the resident King up a wall when it's 2 am and all he hears is: "FrEsh LeMonAID, FrEShly Squeezed~" There had to be a "No memes" ban placed after Barou threatened to strangle Chigiri with his hairdryer and shove Nagi's phone up his-

Gagamaru and Raichi have an ongoing slap war. Whenever one passes the other they make it a point to cuff the back of that person's head and RUN. Currently Gagamaru's got the lead by height alone, but Raichi gets creative in his return smacks. Junichi doesn't participate; he's witnessed one too many beds breaking when Raichi's retreat plan flopped and Gagamaru attacked back.

Reo's entire playlist post Nagi's betrayal consisted of "Kill Bill" by SZA on repeat. One time Chigiri and Kunigami heard Reo crooning in the shower "I might kill my Nagi~ Where to hide the body?~"

Sae likes massages but refuses having his feet touched. A lot of people assume it's because he has a superstition about "Massaging them removes the luck within" (Shidou's BS), but really he's just stupidly ticklish there that even the attempt to grab them will make him giggle like a child. (And yes- Shidou knows abou this. Yes- he has walked out of a tickle fight with a broken nose because of it.)

Aryu despises spicy food. He can't take the heat and it makes him all sweaty. "So not glam" he whined after accidentally ordering too hot a bowl of ramen. He also hates milk- so it's a constant cycle of eating the spicy ramen as not to waste it, and then chugging milk to ease the burn, and then eating more spicy ramen to get the taste of milk out of his mouth, etc. etc.

Isagi was over the moon when he found out Chigiri's favorite song was "Blue Bird" by Ikimono Gakari. Then he felt beyond betrayed when said redhead told him he'd never seen an episode of Naruto in his life and heard the song on his sister's playlist one day; hence why he likes it.

Bachira cannot take compliments. He get's all flustered and shy when even the smallest praise is passed his way. "Bachira, you did amazing last game!" Cue our monster dribbler covering his face and waving off the kind words with a "Staaaaaap~" Isagi finds it absolutely adorable and constantly finds things to compliment him on just to make the usually whimsical player stammer and blush.

Isagi is the only person who's effectively made Rin laugh. It wasn't a big one; just a small puff after Isagi made an off-hand remark about Ego giving "Big cheese stick energy" Isagi holds onto that memory like a trophy, forever proud that he was the first to make Rin smile before the younger boy looked away and refused to meet his gaze.

Kunigami does the thing where he'll go: "Chigiri, look at me?" And when said redhead does, he'll gently take his chin and kiss him. It never fails to fluster his boyfriend, even when he's prepared for it.

Niko once wore his bangs pushed back from his face. Everyone lost their shit because they'd never seen his eyes before and thought he was another person. (Also might have made some people heart-squeeze because he's adorable??? Have you seen his eyes- they're so big and green HELLO???)

Barou knows the Nyan Nyan Dance from Macross Frontier, along with various other anime dances. His two younger sisters are obsessed with them and begged him to teach them any new ones they discover. He absolutely refuses to share this knowledge with anyone and if someone were to suspect it; he'd threaten to kill them.

Rin openly despises Danganronpa because everyone keeps saying he's the "Blue Lock Shuichi Saihara"; but secretly he's thrilled at the comparison because he rather enjoyed Danganronpa. (Maki was his favorite). If asked though he'll say it's dumb.

Tokimitsu gives fabulous hugs- you just have to occasionally reassure him he's doing fine else he panics thinking he's hugging too tight or too loose. He doesn't really talk much, but the gesture says everything in itself.

#Blue Lock #headcanons #midnight thoughts #spontaneous headcanon #I'm between very sleepy and can't sleep #so here's some headcanons :D #Okay I'm off to bed goodnight y'all :D #ASGBLHCs

[random-french-girl]

For the character dynamics ask meme. 1, 2 and 7 for fatin/leah. :D

Thank you so much for indulging me <3

1- What’s the first thing they usually do to get the other’s attention?

They both like to open a conversation with a joke, or if not a full-on joke, at least a witty line. I think often when one of them is gearing up for a conversation, or to ask a question, and needs the other’s undivided attention, it follows this pattern: sit next to her, make a joke/have a quirky little opener, then start talking about what’s actually on your mind. Go read this post if you haven’t yet.

I also think they’re not shy about, like, two very direct strategies, which are: purposefully making eye contact, and calling each other’s name! Fatin will literally just stare at Leah’s face from the other side of the campfire until Leah catches on and stops doing whatever it is she’s doing that Fatin disapproves of. Or Leah wakes up from a nightmares, and only has to say Fatin’s name once for Fatin to wake up. They are almost always so attuned to each other, honestly, that the smallest hint is usually enough :’)

(Worst case scenario, Leah just starts taking off her clothes. Surefire way to get Fatin’s attention!)

2- How comfortable are they with touching/being touched by the other?

Oh man. Extremely comfortable? They literally, CANONICALLY, cannot fucking keep their hands off each other. I think they hug more than any other pair in the show? By the end of their time on the island, they are so used to this, to touch being an intrinsic part of their relationship, that they must both miss it a whole lot when they’re separated in the bunker. Cue their reunion hug being so damn desperate - Leah cupping Fatin’s head like it’s the most precious thing she’s ever held in her hands, Fatin being close to tears as she presses her face into Leah’s shoulder...

One thing we’ve never seen from them though, in terms of touch, is kissing, which I would really love to see in s3 *wink wink nudge nudge*. No, seriously, I’m not even talking about them making out - I do want it, but I’m not holding my breath - but just like... my kingdom for a scene where Leah gently kisses Fatin’s forehead. (My other, hornier kingdom, for Fatin to kiss Leah on the cheek, but like, a little bit too close to the corner of her mouth...)

7- Describe how they walk together (i.e., matching strides, holding hands, etc).

Leah’s legs are so much longer than Fatin and now I’m picturing a situation where Fatin keeps having to, like, power-walk to keep up with Leah and I am laughing - she would HATE it.

They wouldn’t hold hands all the time, but when they’re feeling a bit clingy, for whatever reason, they definitely do, and are the kind of disgustingly sweet people who don’t ever let go even if the sidewalk gets too small to walk side-by-side or something. One of the many reasons Dot refuses to go on walks with them anymore.

#lenadamnvers #fatin x leah #the wilds #leatin #random meta

[zimithrus1]

I want another for the "How to Say I Love You Meme."

19. “Don’t worry, I knew what you meant.” for Genesis x Sephiroth

Send me a romantic or platonic ship and a number and I'll write a short fic for it

Oooh GenSeph 🤩 #19: Stated above 😉

Sephiroth sees it in his eyes from across the meeting table. That subtly risen brow and barely pursed lips tucked atop the face of Genesis, barely pulled away from his favorite epic.

A look he knows very well. He softly, faintly, smiles with his eyes.

The signal has been given and reciprocated. Now comes the next phase--

"With all due respect," Sephiroth clears his throat and folds his hands together across the polished oak desk. This effectively pulls the eyes of Director Lazard and Head of Public Safety, Heideggar onto him. Stopping their meeting in their tracks. "Commander Rhapsodos should not be partaking in this briefing, as this is 'a matter for 1st Class SOLDIERs only'."

He glances over at Genesis, and though his face seems stoic and firm, he keeps the soft, subtle smile in his eyes. Rising to the challenge, Genesis lowers his platinum-backed copy of LOVELESS and adopts a fiery glare in his eyes. The corners of his lips remained gently turned upward, which give hidden cue cards and sets the scene for their little display.

"Oh, my apologies," Genesis feigns mock grace with a hand to his chest. "I didn't realize I crashed the meeting for the freakishly overpowered posterboys."

Lazard rests his head in his hands and groans out something annoyed and tired. Step 1 is complete. Commence step 2:

"Ah, yes, you wouldn't have known that, since you can barely take your nose out of that nonsensical book and pay attention for longer than two minutes." Sephiroth turns up his eyes.

Judging by the glint in Genesis's own, he can read that he's trying with all his might not to break character and end their charade. But Genesis is good at acting and even when it seems like he can't, he always can keep his composure.

Genesis tosses his book down to the table, where it echoes with a loud bang. (Sephiroth knows he's going to be apologizing to that copy for treating it so roughly later.)

"Well, well, aren't you one to talk, Mr. I-zone-out-the-moment-the-President-starts-speaking? Don't even try to act like you're better than me." He leans forward in his chair and splays his hands across the fine oak wood, huffing his bangs out of his milky blue eyes.

"I don't need to act. I don't require an elaborate charade to draw the attention of the people to me."

"Alright knock it off you two." Heidegger harrumphs.

"Can we please get back to the matter at hand?" Lazard pulls his face from his hands. "The reactor malfunction in Sector 8 isn't going to fix itself."

"I wouldn't send the Demon of Wutai to fix some pipes, he'll just run them through." Genesis keeps up the banter.

"Well, at least I can refrain from setting them on fire when they aren't fixed with posturing and dramatics."

Genesis stands up quickly, effectively rocketing his chair out from behind him and it falls to the floor with a noisy clatter. Lazard buries his face behind his hands again, muttering something about 'here we go again' under his breath.

"Must you two act like this nearly every meeting we try to hold before a conjoined assignment?" Heidegger grumpily complains.

"Conjoined my ass. I'm out of here." Genesis growls. He swipes up his copy of LOVELESS and brushes some dust off the cover.

He's tall, proud, and haughty as he quickly breezes out of the room, rest leather duster trailing behind him.

"Commander Rhapsodos will you please wait a--"

But Lazard's plea is cut off abruptly as Genesis opens the doors of the meeting room, then slams them as loud as he can once he leaves.

"Please, if you would, assign this mission to Commander Hewley." Sephiroth coolly speaks as he stands up from his own chair in a much quieter and gentle fashion.

"Sephiroth please, you can't keep pawning your missions off on--"

But just as Genesis had done, Sephiroth walks out of the meeting room as well, but opts for opening and closing the doors in a cold, quiet fashion.

But, just down the hall near the elevator doors, Genesis stands near a fake plant with a leg propped up against the wall and his arms crossed over his chest, a smirk on his fair face as well. Sephiroth copies the smile and closes the distance between them.

"I hope my jeering at your elegance didn't offend." Sephiroth says once he stands right in front of him.

Genesis pushes himself off the wall before stretching up on his toes to plant a warm kiss to Sephiroth's cheek. "Don't worry, I knew what you meant. You like me for it."

Sephiroth hums a warm agreement. "Indeed I do. So... take out tonight?" his grin is gentle, barely there, but it's warm and soothing all the same.

"Absolutely. I was hoping we could grab something from that Wutaian place in Sector 6."

"Sounds lovely. I've got a bottle of Cosmo Spritz chilled and waiting for us at the flat."

"Ah, you know just what I like." Genesis muses as he takes a hold of Sephiroth's left hand, practically hugging it.

"And I bought that one movie you liked on demand as well, 'Good Intentions'."

"You really know how to make a guy feel special~" Genesis teases, but Sephiroth smiles at that.

And just like that, they managed to fake argument their way out of a mission and sub it for a date night instead.

Angeal was not happy about having yet another mission forced on him though...

Ahh this one was fun! Sorry it took me forever and a day to get this one done! I had a bit of trouble wrangling the idea in my head but I popped open my computer and this jumped out of my head! 😆 Thanks for the ask!! 💚

#ffvii #crisis core #sephgen #sephiroth #genesis rhapsodos #sephiroth/genesis #ff7 #ffviicc #writing ask game #writing challenge #zimiwritez #thanks again!!! #Super fun!!

[serena-hart-09]

Hi Serena :D

Top 5 characters in Obey me! and why?

Hey Tia!!! (≧∇≦)ﾉ

Thank you for asking!💖💖💖💖

Ok so...... the list is from (5th - 1st)

Get ready for this one cause it LONG.

No. 5 : Solomon:

well mostly because the whole, "Yo, He is Shady Af" just made me want to write about him more in my fics, (Even tho I haven't wrote much for him aside from some chapters in my very first multi-chapter fic-)

Plus he is funny af sometimes (Tho he a Granpa-)

No. 4: Beelzebub:

ok so, I do like him mostly cause he a soft boi.

And also cause he is probably the balance between the good/soft and dark

and also cause he has genuinely good moments in the game (Thanks devs! Part 1)

Its also cause I love characters like him. (like that one gently holds meme image-)

It's also cause I headcanon that his true demon form is basically just like his design in Shin Megami Tensei

No. 3: Leviathan:

Otaku.

That's it.

He is everything I wish to be as an otaku.

Like the fact that he not only cosplays, but plays video games? and also tries to watch anime??? while living in the chaos of House of Lamentation??? while also somehow studying somehow????

like pls tell me your ways sensei

Also, he is so CUTE

and he is a snek boi what else do you need more?

Plus, sometime he very relatable af

No. 2: Simeon:

Boomer. Good.

Has a smile on his face that can even scare Lucifer when mad? Perfect.

Teases the heck out of Lucifer sometimes? Even more Perfect.

Is a good parent to Luke? Excellent.

Interesting character? I mean he does has the whole mystery around him for his "special" powers and all.... plus that point of him is like something that I do actually think about and make small wips about....

No. 1: LUCIFER MY BELOVED- (Sorry not sorry-) (I couldn't stop myself from doing that-) (Get ready for the intense passionate rant of a simp, on this one-)

HE IS PERFECT.

The truth is, I like characters who look scary af on the outside but are absolutely adorable and cute on inside. (Me and my friend refer to those type of characters as "Teddy Bear Characters")

Like when I compare him to my other husbandos (in other games) I only start to like them only after a certain amount of time is passed, like Kiryu (Yakuza), Nishiki (Yakuza) and even Jumin Han (Mystic Messenger).

But the moment I saw a video of lesson 20 (it was the video of THAT moment hehehehe-¯\_( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)_/¯ ) in youtube (for the first time), I was like, "OK WHO TF IS THIS HANDSOME MF-" and then I proceeded to download the game by giving up my other mobile game-

I mean I did got pissed at him for many scenes......

But then lesson 22-C hit me like a truck and now I'm floored.

HOW- HOW CAN HE BE SO CUTE LIKE THAT

THAT BLUSH

THAT TIME WHEN HE CALLED THE MC MASTER I-

SIR YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO BE THAT CUTE AND HANDSOME AT THE SAME TIME- *cue that meme with ambulance*

Plus, I like the fact that, his character get more fleshed out in S2 like there is a moment that I absolutely love, its in the Bloody Moon Event (I forgot the lesson no-) it's the very end of it- like when Asmo and luci both are tied and only one vote, that is luci's vote had remained, and then he voted for Asmo- (correct me if I am wrong) That was a very endearing moment.

and go ahead and sue me for loving Luci's song

again it's not because the song is like how you expect out from luci, its the lyrics that make love it. like the lyrics do have the 'I am possessive af vibe' but they still manage to make him adorable and lovely (imo) (also cause his song is easiest to translate when I want study choukai, [listening practice, japanese]) (Yes, I translate songs to study japanese-)

and don't get me started about his goofy moments-

like one time I wheezed so loud that my mom got worried

Plus, truth to be told I like when a character becomes from serious to goofy af (without even realizing it-)

And in some cases, such as being kind of overly protective of your family is something that I find endearing and also at small level relatable

And also cause he is my type- (don't judge me pls-)

and also the FANART

LIKE ALL OF HIS FANARTS- (especially the true demon form/ level 4 form)

I hope I did not rant away too much...... (^///^) (I did in Lucifer's didn't I?-)

Anyways, I hope you have a great day!💖💖💖✨✨✨

#ask game! #ask #fren! #reply #obey me! shall we date? #obey me! #obey me ask game!

[kenmagoesblep]

For the writer ask meme: 5, 8, 37!

5. Share one of your strengths.

i feel like i got a good grasp on how to convey and evoke certain emotions in my writing as the years went by!! its something i always admired in the fics and books that i enjoyed, and as a big feeler myself, i always wanted to get these feelings across thru what i do as well. it fills me with joy to see when things land gldskhgdslk

8. Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

a part of me feels like this is cheating bc theres a lot of prose in between but i have to be honest and put it down here

“Before you go…” once they’re done with their meal and simply sitting in quietness as the food settles in their stomachs, Giyuu speaks out, reaching for Kyojuro’s hand over the table. “I wanted to talk to you about something. If you let me.”  Giyuu tentatively places his hand over Kyojuro’s fingers, looking at him with purpose . Kyojuro’s hairs stand up at that and his heart — the poor, aching thing — starts running again as he nods vehemently.  That’s the cue for Giyuu to fully hold his hand, get up from the table and gently guide him back to the couch. Oh, that fateful couch. Giyuu lets go of his hand once they get there and sit down, right next to each other.  “I’ve been thinking about… A lot of things lately,” he starts, bowling his hands in a tight fist over his knees and worrying at his lip, initially not looking at anything in particular. “Mostly about us.” Giyuu glances briefly at Kyojuro, letting out a brief sigh before speaking again. “At first, I thought it’d be best to let bygones be bygones and… not keep you waiting for me, when I never felt worthy of your time,” his eyes drift down. “But after what you said to me last time you were here, and… With a little pushing from my family, I decided to look for help.” There’s a pause for deep breaths. Kyojuro didn’t realize he was also holding his breath until now. “I got into some medication and started seeing a therapist. And it’s been… really hard, looking at myself. Or what’s left of me,” he mutters those last words, looking at his own hands like he can see his own broken pieces. “It doesn’t feel much better, but it’s a start.” There’s a pause there that Kyojuro feels like filling with encouraging words, but he doesn’t. Giyuu has more to say, certainly, he just needs some time to recollect his thoughts. He takes a few deep, grounding breaths in silence, tightening his fists so much his joints go white, before looking back at Kyojuro again with a newfound determination.  “Therapy helped me see a lot of things,” he says, voice more certain now. “Some things were ugly, some were not, but mostly… It helped me see that I can only decide what I feel about things and about myself, not what others feel. And I may not understand why you would want to be with me, or feel like I really even deserve it, but… I want that, too.”  There’s another moment of hesitation as Giyuu chews on his lips, cheeks growing pink, as he reaches out for Kyojuro’s hand again and weakly laces their fingers together.  “I love you, still, Kyojuro,” he whispers solemnly. “Would you give me another chance?”

the reason is... kinda personal i guess? its something i havent spoken much in any public platforms but i think its been long enough since i posted this chapter (2021 holy shit?!) and the only person that could possibly be offended by it basically doesnt care abt my existence anymore, so here it goes!

this is an excerpt from my biggest fic to date, which was a collab fic i wrote with a close friend of mine at the time, but i wrote the last chapter on my own. not only did we start having creative disagreements at some point (that i took way too long to voice), but i also fell in love with them, confessed and got rejected, that spelled the end of our collaborative effort since they decided that, when they said "i'll let you take creative lead for the finale" they meant "i'm never touching this fic again, not even with a 7 feet pole".

so i had a lot of complicated and raw feelings abt what had happened between us and the fic, but ultimately i managed to finish the fic on my own thru the sheer power of wishful thinking and projection! this specific scene felt so monumental to me and i'm happy about how it turned out to this day - and ironically glad they never read this part.

37. Talk about your current wips.

oooo i'm so excited!! i havent been writing much the past month or so since getting into a new job (working as a cook is so hectic and tiring istg!! everydays 50/50 either i'm living the dream or i'm questioning my career choices) but i've been working on three akeshuake fics that are bringing me a lot of joy to think abt even in the most tiring days!!

one of them is a silly 4+1 fic where joker gets hit with the rattled ailment (mechanic in game that turns players into rats) on purpose to spend time with akechi

the second one is my ghost hunters AU that i'm writing for the akeshuake AU zine, in which joker is a medium who runs a paranormal investigation channel on youtube and he invites akechi - who makes videos debunking and exposing fake paranormal videos - for a collab

and the last one is a more personal project, exploring akechi's character thru the lens of him being demisexual and developing feelings for joker !!

#kimmi says #kimmi writes #ask game #writers ask game #my fic #my fics #my writing #i dont remember my own tagging system rip

[0wllight]

I will send a couple of these, so feel no pressure to do them all. But Kiss Meme with Venom

I got forehead for this one!

Opening the kitchen cupboard, Yangyang searched around until he found the flour, grabbing it carefully. For most things he had to stand on his tiptoes to get, usually, he relied on Venom to grab the ingredients since he was way taller but he was currently out at the bakery working.

Plus, this was a surprise. His birthday was coming up tomorrow and they had wanted to make him something this time, even though he had little to no experience in cooking or baking. Usually, Venom was the one who did all the baking but Yang had decided to try his hand at it. It couldn’t be that hard anyways, right?

He had printed off a recipe online on how to make him cupcakes, it seemed at least a little easier than making a full-blown cake and especially decorating it so he wanted to see how it came out. Putting the flour onto the counter and looking at the paper carefully, he was already lost on what to do. 

He certainly hadn’t come prepared on what to do and normally, he would ask Venom for help, but he never baked and it was usually Venom who helped him with everything. Plus, if he asked, it would seem suspicious. The last time Yang had seriously tried to bake something was when they first met. 

Pacing around the kitchen trying to think of what to do, it was too late before Yang came way too close to the cupboard he had forgotten to close, immediately making contact with it with his forehead and hitting it, HARD. 

Immediately recoiling from the impact, Yang crumbled down to the floor in pain, gripping their forehead with their hand. His head stung from where he had hit it and he wasn’t sure enough if he had hit it hard enough for it to bleed, and he didn’t want to check.

Then, almost on cue, the door opened and his heart dropped. He had totally forgotten how soon Venom’s shift ended and had certainly not planned all this out since he hadn’t given himself enough time to prepare everything, ingredients still very obviously on the counter.

“HOLD ON!” He yelled, hopefully, loud enough for Venom to hear him.

His plea did not matter, as Venom walked through the doorway anyways and first saw the ingredients on the counter, and then them on the floor. His eyes widened and he ran over to them, crouching down to where they were.

“What happened?!” He exclaimed, concerned.

They laughed, bashfully. “Uhh… Well, don’t worry about it.” The pain was mostly gone anyways, so he was sure he was fine, the biggest thing to him was ruining the surprise, which had basically already happened anyways. Now he had to jump through hoops to cover it up  “Let me, uh, clean this up.”

Venom frowned. “You don’t look ok, Yang. Seriously, what were you doing in here?”

Yang sighed. He knew he couldn’t worm his way out of this one, Venom was just way too persistent.

“Well… I was trying to make you something for your bithday, I wasn’t looking, and I hit my head on the cupboard.”

Venom’s gaze softened, though he still looked concerned. Obviously, the sentiment meant a lot to him, but he was still worried.

“Yang… You didn’t have to. Especially if you’re going to end up injuring yourself. I would rather you don’t give me anything if it’s not going to hurt you… at this point, I don’t know what I can trust you with alone.”

They knew he meant that last part somewhat playfully, though there was still genuine concern in his words.

“Well, I’m fine now. My head doesn’t really hurt. I just have to clean all this up… I’m sorry I ruined the surprise.”

Smiling softly, Venom leaned in and gave him a kiss on his forehead gently. 

“Really, honey, it’s okay. I know you tried. If it makes you feel any better… how about we continue making them together? I can definitely give you a hand, even if it’s not a surprise anymore. But… are you sure your head is ok?”

The new idea made Yang smile, his face lighting up at his words.

“Don’t worry, it’s fine!”  Standing up, they grabbed his hand and lead him to the counter with the ingredients still there. 

“I’d love to bake these with you!” Venom chuckled softly, gaze soft as he looked at him. 

“Then let’s get started.”

#ask #answered #ask game #thank you!! #mutual tag #my writing #my post #ok to rb #ship: lucky 8 #ren never shuts up

[waifu-napoleon]

What they think you do when you go to war with the bois:

What you actually do with the bois:

#History meme #Napoleonic wars #Alexander I. #Francis II. #Frederick William III. #Jean Baptiste Bernadotte #Karl XIV. Johann #Coalition bois #Queue post #I was looking for that picture for ages I swear #And it's not even the one I was intentionally looking for #If anyone can find more pictures with these four together I will literally kiss you #Well not literally #But spiritually #Or give you a cookie #Maybe both #Cue the *holds gently* meme #Cracking open cold ones with the boys causes cold hands after all #This is strategy and important for battle morality I swear

[amimimi]

sk8 boys would reacting to you pulling them in by their belt

synopsis: you pulling the sk8 babes in by their belts for a kiss

pairings: joe x reader, cherry x reader, reki x reader, langa x reader

warnings: kissing, suggestive themes, swearing

notes: not me just seeing this tiktok trend ...but thoughts are being thunk...❤️ also, i apologize in advance for any grammatical/spelling errors

word count: 1,930

JOE

this flirty ass b*tch 😒

he thinks he’s so smooth...and he is!

i see y’all bar hopping in the early talking stages of your relationship

so you’re seated the bar and you’re kinda annoyed because maybe there are a couple girls who come up to him and offer to buy him a drink? (of course they would, have you seen how he’s built?)

BUT THAT’S NOT EVEN THE BAD PART

this mf get’s up from his stool and starts FLIRTING BACK?? AND YOU’RE JUST SITTING THERE LIKE —🧍‍♀️

but then he turns back to you and see’s the displeased look on your face.

cue joe nervously laughing and gently shooing the other girls away

but you’re already pissed bc like? the nerve of him? and in front of you??

you stare straight past him, leaning your elbow up on the bar table as he stands in front of you. babbling out apologies(?)

if you can even call them that?

“babe, i’m sorry! you know it’s force of habit! i didn’t even get to see what they looked like! and they were being nice! what was I supposed to do? tell them to get gone? i was just being polite to them, i’m a feminist after all 😏—”

b*tch...what?

you feel like you’re getting dumber just listening to him

so you kinda tilt your head to look at him and let your hands settle on the front of his belt

his voice kinda tilts? like it slightly gets a just a bit higher ?

before he can even make a smart ass remark, you firmly tug him towards you and kiss him

he hums in surprise before chuckling into the kiss and bringing his warm, calloused hands up to your face

he pulls away and quickly pecks at your lips before playfully outing

“oof, so mean”

“but you like that” you reply before kissing him again

meanwhile, the bartender is watching yall like “😐😑😐”

REKI

like with joe, i imagine you pulling this stunt off in the beginning of your relationship

you and reki are in the little workshop behind his house doing normal relationship stuff

you know, reki working on a skateboard repair while you lovingly admire his side profile...yea ❤️

he’s so absorbed in his work, his eyebrows are furrowed every so slightly, and he’ll randomly clench his jaw and WOWOWOW HE LOOK SO GOOD!

you feel so blessed just being able to take this sight in

you’re watching him intently with your elbows propped up on the table and your face resting between your hands

reki’s in the middle of tightening the screws when he notices you looking out of his peripheral vision

he glances over to you and sees you staring at him

have y’all seen that meme of meghan markle at her wedding looking up at harry?

YEA, YEA you’re literally looking up at reki like that

and boy does reki get FLUSTERED

he tries to act cool about catching you staring but baby is blushing way too hard

“w-what?”, reki mentally kicks himself for stammering as he returns his focus to the skateboard

“you look really hot right now”

reki damn near chokes and his face gets even more red (if that’s even possible)

he turns his back to you to reach for a wrench on the wall adjacent to him

but he's trynna hide how hard he's blushing uwu

you're laughing now and the melodic sound makes the tension in reki’s shoulders dissipate

yea...y’all are whipped for each other

reki is pouting with his back to you, still “looking” for his wrench

when all of sudden, he feels your hands settle on his waist, urging him to turn around

"rekiiiiii", you playfully whine. "i can't admire my boyfriend?"

he's turning around to tell you that he's busy, but then your fingers hook onto his belt

and before his brain can compute what's happening, you're sharply tugging his belt and your mouth is on his, hot and heavy

and reki moans

and it's so high-pitched and so earnest and so loud, you almost want to giggle

but then his knees buckle and he kinda collapses forward into you

so y'all both kinda shuffle back, but reki manages to catch himself by wrapping his arms around you for support

you're about to pull away to ask if he's okay, but then he brings one hand up to your face and parts his mouth

and when you gasp against his mouth, he feels slightly relieved knowing his dignity has been saved somehow

reki pulls away first, panting, and rests his forehead against your collarbone, trying to hide his face again

"you suck" he murmurs into your chest, slightly dizzy

you hum contentedly, combing his hair back before kissing the top of his head

CHERRY

first of all, this mf is an aries (just when i thought he couldn’t get sexier)

and aries men...🥴

basically, you have to do a lot to actually fluster this man

so let’s say he takes you with him for a two-day work trip on a nearby island

while he works with his clients during the day, you busy yourself by wandering around the hotel or walking along the beach

basically, the only time the two of you have together is in the evening

it’s your last night before y’all have to return to okinawa

kaoru tells you to get dressed and takes you out to this expensive ass restaurant and he’s sooooo f*cking romantic

the love in his eyes,,,, his soft ass smile as he watches you ramble in between taking sips from your wine glass

he’s looking at you as you’re personally responsible for the sun rising each day

i mean, you could’ve been talking about how you saw a crab on the beach that was missing a leg, and kaoru would just be like “tell me more bby 🥰😍”

when y’all make it back to the hotel, you’re both a little tipsy (kaoru is more so buzzed)

you’re holding onto kaoru’s arm as you both take the elevator up to your hotel room

kaoru feels you slightly sway against him and he leans over to kiss the top of your head

“you alright, darling?” he murmurs into your hair

he takes your hand in his and runs the pad of his thumb over the back of your hand

and he does all of this while his lips are pressed against the top of your head— SIR PLS ✋😩

it’s an chaste act and you know he’s genuinely concerned but after two glasses of wine, your brain is just—🥴

hornknee thoughts only 😩💯

sloppily, you wiggle out of kaoru’s embrace before centering yourself in front of him with your hands placed on his chest

at your action, kaoru’s eyebrow raises ever so slightly but he keeps silent, slightly amused

“you’re so f*cking fine” you murmur, slightly smoothing your hands over kaoru’s chest, staring him right in eye

“oh?”

“yea, and you don’t even try. What’s that like?”

by now, kaoru’s softly smiling. “what’s what like, my love?”

“what’s it like to be so hot without even trying?”

and before ol boy can even reply to that, your hands find his belt before firmly pulling him in for a kiss

kaoru hums at the sudden jolt but then sighs appreciatively through his nose and wastes no time parting his mouth for you

b*tch, you’re the one who’s moaning skxhsnwje

still kissing you, he smooths your hair back with one hand before grabbing a fistful of your hair

he firmly yanks your hair back and deepens the kiss, and you just— 🤸‍♀️

the moan that elicits from you, is OTHERWORLDY

you feel the elevator roll to a stop

kaoru pulls back with a grin on his face and so much love in his eyes that you’re tempted to go in for round two

but then the elevator door slides open and he grabs your hand, tugging you into the hallways

as he leads you to the hotel room, kaoru slightly turns his head back to smile at you, with the same amount of love in his eyes

LANGA

i feel like langa may get flustered as easily as reki might, but he’s manages to be a lot more cool about it

which kinda drives you up the wall? you just wanna see your boyfriend embarrassed for once

all he does is slightly blush with a straight face and glance away

so let’s say he’s walking you home after you, him, and reki were hanging about at a skatepark

the sun had already set and langa is walking beside you with his skateboard under one arm.

the walk is pretty silent, but it’s a comfortable silence. langa finds that he and you can soak up each other’s presence without having to say a word

you see him jolt out of your peripheral vision and you’re like ???

before you can glance over and ask if he’s okay, he quickly grabs your hand

you glance up at him, confused, and he simply replies “i forgot to hold your hand, sorry”

langa wtf??

fighting back the urge to laugh, you squeeze his hand and tell him it’s fine

both of you share a soft smile, before the easy silence continues for the rest of the walk

when y’all arrive on your porch steps, you turn to him and thank him for walking you home

langa assures you it’s no problem before saying goodnight

he’s turns around and takes a couple steps away, when you clear your throat

he glances back at you, quizzically

you’re standing on the porch step, with your hands behind your back.

there’s a mischievous glint in your eyes

“aren’t you forgetting something?” you playfully chide him

langa: 😐😑😐

you can literally see the gears turning in langa’s head

“...did you want me to walk you to your bedroom?”

you can’t help the laughter that bubbles out of you, and langa feels his cheeks reddened slightly

“angel, no. I meant a goodnight kiss?”

“o-oh, right”

his brows furrowed slightly as he determinedly making his way over to you

he’s so—&:&72737

as he’s making his way over, an idea pops into your head and you kinda “>:3”

when langa is standing in front of you, your hands grip onto his belt and you yank him into a kiss

bby boy almost drops his skateboard

he quickly inhaled through his nose before giving a stuttered moan and you smile into the kiss

you’re standing on the first step to your porch so the added height is giving you more access

BITE HIS MFIN LIP! he will gasp so prettily into your mouth

entranced, he keeps leaning more and more forward, that is, until the back of your foot hits the step behind you

stumbling backwards, you fall back and pull langa along right with you

you fall right on your ass, yelping as you knock foreheads with langa as he falls into you

so now, you’re both left moaning, gripping your foreheads

“are you okay?” langa asks you, dropping his hand from his forehead revealing a red mark

you begin to laugh at the sight of it and langa just stares at you, confused but slightly defensive

“w-what?!”

“your forehead is red” you giggle

“well yea, you slammed your forehead into mine”

“you slammed your forehead into mine” you give him a quick peck on his lip before smoothing his hair hair back

“that looks like it’s gonna bruise,” you murmur and press a kiss to his forehead “I’ll get you some ice, come inside”

end notes: i wanted to get this out in time for cherry’s bday!

#sk8 the infinity x reader #joe x reader #reki x reader #cherry blossom x reader #langa x reader #sk8 the infinty

[trashcanfanfics]

uh legit can't remember if I sent this in already but I think it'd be hilarious if there was the hh overlords with a s\o whos kinda like genz??!! like the self deprecating jokes, not really taking great care of themselves,"asphyxiation is my kink but its not fun until they finish the job"

(that joke was one I found a while ago and constant die of laughter whenever I hear it lol)

Absolutely!

That joke is really funny and I laughed when I read this request

Alastor:

*Doesn't quite get your humor but enjoys how chaotic you are

*He worries about you not taking care of yourself and the things you do that put you in harms way

*You said you wanted to "cronch" on glass and he just stared at you with slight concern

*He gives you snacks throughout the day and gives you a water bottle twice daily

*One day you only spoke in memes and only Vaggie was able to decipher what the fuck you were talking about

*"Wow, that was so pog" "darling, please"

*You say the most out of pocket shit and he doesn't understand but he's supportive (until it comes to putting yourself down)

*Would argue with you that you're amazing and he loves you

*"Oh, I just shivered, I wonder what that was?"

*"You're skeleton is ready to hatch"

*Cue confused and slightly horrified deer noises

Rosie:

*She doesn't understand at all

*She'll be sitting across the room watching you dance like "????"

*"I'm gonna throw a twisted tea at Vox"

*"What?"

*The self depricating jokes get a long lecture and presentation on why she loves you and thinks you're amazing

*There is no way that you can't take care of yourself because she'll be making three squared meals a day and has enough snacks that she carries around to feed a small country

*"Asphixiation is my kink but it's not fun until they finish the job"

*She knits her eyebrows in confusion and gently puts her hand around your throat

*Nearly had a heart attack when she saw you jump from the roof yelling "YEET"

*She caught you and had to calm her brething while holding you tightly

*You are supervised for the next month and not allowed out of her sight

Valentino:

*After you make that one joke, he chokes you in bed now

*Doesn't get your humor but thinks you're joking about everything so he just kinda laughs

*You do things that make him question how he finds you attractive

*Caught you crouched on the kitchen table and drinking a monster energy drink in the middle of the night

*You take full advantage that your eyes are reflective now and it scares the shit out of him

*You were on a video call with him and he noticed you were on the roof

*"Yo, what if I just, like, jumped off this right now?"

*He'd tell you not to and that he's on the other side of the Pentagram and wouldn't be able to catch you

*Is worried when you tell him that's the point

*You drop your phone on accident and he thinks you fell off/actually did jump

*He's never flown so fast

*No more rooftops for you

*Forces you to at least drink water daily

Velvet:

*"Same"

*She gets your humor and has the same sense of humor you do

*Y'all speak exclusively in memes in front of Vox and Val to confuse them often

*Y'all eat enough junk food to give God diabetes

*Will indulge in your chaotic nature

*You both do stupid shit and share one braincell

*But sometimes you forget it at home

*"I thought you were bae, turns out you were just fam" "bruh"

*You call Vox a Boomer and she just fuckin loses it

*You casually say that glass looks tasty and she agrees

*You were hanging with Val once and asked him if he wated to catch a fade and Velvet's on the other side of the room

*"Nah, he doesn't want that smoke"

*Val went home crying

Vox:

*You called him your "little pogchamp" and he just "thank you??"

*Has seen you flat out demolish someone using your slang and insults

*Velvet and you have conversations and switch to your slang and he can no longer follow the conversation

*Tries to research and understand memes but it's like your dad trying to use modern slang to relate to you

*You're constantly munching on chips and he brings you sandwiches after seeing you only moe down on a family sized bag of corn chips

*Gives you water with the flavors in it so you are tricked into being hydrated

*Learned the phrase "hydrate before you die-drate" and began using it on you while throwing a water bottle in your direction

*He's getting the hang of it

#hazbin hotel x reader #alastor x reader #rosie x reader #valentino x reader #velvet x reader #vox x reader #trashcan answers you

[ticklefits]

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my hero academia | kiribaku | words: 2,123 | this came to me in a dream 

“You two are ridiculously funny, I dunno how you do it!” Ashido’s bubbling exclamation rests on a giggle, reminiscing over the tiktok she just filmed of Kirishima and Kaminari during an empty period of homeroom as she settles at the lunch table with the rest of the squad.

“Seriously! On top of that, the group chat’s also full of you guys just being hilarious.” Sero chimes in, flashing a pearly white grin at his friends while he takes a drink out of his tumbler, “You gotta tell me where you find those memes.”

Kaminari delivers a simper of his own in return, shrugging his shoulders as if the answer were a mystery to him as well. “It all comes right off the dome! We’re just talented like that.”

Kirishima nods in full agreement, hitting Kaminari with a fist bump that explodes once they pull apart. “Yup! Couple of grade A comedy masterminds.”

There’s a huff of a scoff that tugs the attention to Bakugou, who’s settled next to Kirishima with an unimpressed scowl painting over his features. “You two aren’t that funny; you barely pass for clowns.”

A pout crawls onto Kaminari’s lips, golden gaze rolling at Bakugou’s attitude, as common as it is. Kirishima refuses to let his sour boyfriend rain on their parade however, and the brilliant grin he wears doesn’t dampen in the slightest. No, instead, his sight sways from Bakugou to Kaminari, and with a small jab to Bakugou’s side that only Kirishima could possibly get away with ( he won’t ), he immediately recoils on the small yelp that breaks free from the blond, along with the hand that nearly instantaneously grabs hold of his collar.

“What the fuck are yo⎯⎯?!” Bakugou begins on a growl, before he’s interrupted by Kirishima gasping, as if he didn’t just coerce this outcome on himself.

“Somebody! Somebody, oh no⎯⎯!”

And as if on a practiced cue, Kaminari slaps a hand over his mouth to muffle & distort his cry of, “He needs some milk!”

Within moments, the entirety of their table bursts into a fit of giggles, Kaminari and Kirishima included. Bakugou is the sole body left not only unamused, but particularly pissed off, releasing his boyfriend with a light shove and a grunt of displeasure.

“Pfft⎯ahahah, you need some milk Blasty? Help ya’ cool down, huh?” Sero teases, though he scoots a short distance away when he hears the crackles of combustion tolling a warning for him. The only reason Bakugou hasn’t blown this entire table into Timbuktu already is because he knows there’s teachers nearby and he’s not entirely keen on dealing with detention on top of these idiots.

“Shut the fuck up already! Like I said, you two aren’t funny, and neither are you .” He gestures menacingly towards Sero with his fork, who simply shrugs, unfazed by Bakugou’s aggression, much to his disdain. He’s definitely been spending too many hours around them, that’s it.

“ Ugh, whatever dude, you just have no humor.” Kaminari waves him off dismissively, his smile making a reappearance as the explosive youth calms down a tad.

A small chuckle leaks from Kirishima’s lips, migrating closer to Bakugou to plant his hand over the blond’s under the table, giving him a squeeze in lieu. “Yeah, he’s just missing his funny bone right now, that’s all.”

A subtle flush of pink colors Bakugou’s cheeks at Kirishima’s tease in addition to the warmth of his boyfriend’s hand gently clutching his own. It’s incredible, the amount of power Kirishima possesses with something as simple as a touch. It’s what guides him into a more placid state of being, where his growls become dry and his eyes soften, even just the slightest bit. Another scoff voices from the hero-in-training, decidedly departing from the conversation to focus on finishing the rest of his food.

The rest of the school day carries about normally and ends with Kirishima and Bakugou spending time together in Bakugou’s room. After a ( grueling, according to Kirishima ) study session, the redhead is rewarded with his boyfriend lying between his legs with his back to his chest, attention halved between the manga in his hands and Kirishima’s talented fingers combing through spiky tresses. There’s a comfortable silence lulling around them, the type of air that Bakugou considers a safe space, and that’s thanks to Kirishima, who’s done nothing but prove to him time and time again, the judgement-free love that there is his intimacy. In his presence, Bakugou can permit himself to loosen up, even if little by little, and there’s never a rush for more.

Just as Bakugou was about to nearly drift off into a nap with the book in his lap, the sound of Kirishima’s voice inquiring something of him stirs him back into full consciousness.

“⎯⎯You really don’t think I’m funny?”

“Oh my god⎯⎯,” Bakugou releases an exasperated groan before continuing, “It’s not that deep.”

“I think it is.” Kirishima huffs, the contours of his expression shifting into a pout, complete with the furrowed brows and slightly puckered bottom lip, “I mean, don’t you think it’d kinda suck if your boyfriend didn’t think you were funny?”

A pang of guilt strikes his heart. Bakugou had never really meant what he’d said and he figured Kirishima would’ve guessed that, considering how often Bakugou simply thrived on being a brat. Truth be revealed, he did actually believe that Kirishima and Kaminari were pretty funny, but of course, he allowed his pride to reign supreme over simply being authentic about his feelings. Unfortunately, that poisonous dignity still maintains the reins, despite the regret.

“. . . Maybe if you told different jokes, or whatever, I don’t know.” Bakugou finally mutters, as if attempting to grant Kirishima a way to better place himself in a comedic light.

He hums at the suggestion, mulling it over in his thoughts until a lightbulb burns bright within his head. “Different jokes huh… Alright, listen to this: why don’t ants get sick? Because they have anty-bodies! Get it?”

Almost as soon as Bakugou hears the punch line, he points towards the door with an index finger, refusing to meet eyes with his boyfriend. “Alright, get out, I’m going to bed early.”

“Nooooo,” Kirishima whines, but there’s a glint twinkling within cherry gaze and a grin spreading along his lips. “Here, how about this one: what did the mayonnaise say when the fridge door was opened? Close the door, I’m dressing.” And before Bakugou could sling some more contempt his way for the joke, Kirishima’s hands migrate from the mop of flaxen spikes atop his head to his sides and sneak a few squeezes against the clothed skin.

“Ah⎯! Whahat are yohohou doihihing⎯?!” Bakugou squirms in his position between the other’s legs, already fighting back the giggles that dare to bubble up the hollow of his throat.

“Oh, hey, you’re laughing! I guess I must be getting funnier, huh?” To prove his point, Kirishima’s squeezes alter into light spidering that stretches up and down the length of Bakugou’s sides, earning him an increase in volume and amount of giggles dripping from clenched lips.

“N⎯Nohoho! You⎯⎯ahaha, you’re nohohot funny! Cheheheater!”

“Aw, that joke didn’t do it for you? But I’m listenin’ to your cute giggles, so something’s gotta be funny, right?” Slender digits don’t let up on their assault as Kirishima hums again, thinking up another dumb joke. “Okay, check this one out: What do you call a fake noodle? An impasta!”

Kirishima even took the liberty of utilizing a very horrible and not at all accurate Italian accent for the punchline, and was pleasantly surprised when he realized the slight jump in octave of Bakugou’s laughter when he did so. His heart sings with the melody of his boyfriend’s mirth, all too endeared by the fact that these exceptionally silly puns were actually beginning to affect the usually discontented teen. Even if a large portion of that effect is due to the tickling, Kirishima will still take the win in stride.

“Sto⎯ahahap! Fuh⎯⎯Fuhuhuck ohohoff with⎯⎯ y-yohohou’re lAHAme joHOHokes!” A squeal tears through the latter of Bakugou’s giggly words, induced by those goddamn fingers finding home on his ribs. The way they poke and prod between the bones, enacting little vibrations with each dig into the sensitive flesh, has Bakugou in stitches, evidenced by the wheezing cackles splitting his visage with a wide and brilliantly unabashed grin.

“If they’re so lame, then whyyyy are you laughing, huh~? Lying isn’t a very nice thing to do, Bakugou.” In punishment, Kirishima travels dangerously close to that particular spot, scribbling in circles with slightly increased pressure, all of which drive his boyfriend near mad. Much to Bakugou’s dismay, he is definitely being untruthful by continuing to deny the fact that those stupid jokes were influencing his hilarity, even if most of it is due to Kirishima’s tickle attack.

“NohoHOHO! Dohohon’t⎯⎯NoHOHOT theHEHERE⎯!”

“There’s an easy way to get me to stop, babe. Just admit I’m hilarious, and we can go back to cuddling and you can go back to reading your love story .”

“⎯⎯ShuHUHUT UHUHup, BahAHAHAstard!”

Kirishima tsks, but remains just centimeters away from Bakugou’s doom, more than amused by the entirety of the situation and at how absolutely adorable his boyfriend is when he’s being tickled.

“Pfft, okay, okay, last one, I know this one’ll getcha’. What did the cow say to the farmhand when he tickled her? I’m not in the MOOOOood !” On that drawled mimic of a cow’s call, Kirishima finally goes in for the kill, drilling the tips of his fingers into the area on top of the other’s ribs, right below his armpits.

Bakugou bucks so hard he actually forces Kirishima’s body to shift, already drowning in explosive, full belly laughter accompanied by flailing legs and twisting his torso. Despite the way his physique moves on its own, Bakugou isn’t truly fighting to escape, not when he’s reveling in the fun he’s having. This is decidedly better than reading any manga; he gets to luxuriate in his own real time love story with his silly Kirishima.

Kirishima knows his hysterics aren’t just from the assault on his death spot. This reaction is even more intense than usual, which tells the redhead that he did find that joke funny to some degree. The simper he wears is just as wide as Bakugou’s, toothy and dazzling with an air of pride about it. His heart swells in his chest when Bakugou attempts to wheeze out coherency between the cracks of his laughter, but he falls short with each new peal.

His fingers begin to slow, enough to reduce his ticklish frenzy, but still preserve those sweet, gasping giggles. “Go on.” He urges, all too satisfied with the paint of cherry that flushes against the surface of Bakugou’s cheeks and the tips of his ears.

“Yo⎯⎯Yohohou’re fuhuhunny…! You’re fuhuhuckin’ hihihilarious, now stahahap⎯⎯!” He finally manages to choke out, and breathes a heavy sigh of relief when Kirishima’s fingers completely halt their movements.

With an expression that’s still much too self-satisifed for Bakugou’s liking, Kirishima leans over him gently and gifts his love with a butterfly kiss to the tip of his nose. Bakugou scrunches the bridge of it in lieu of the slightly ticklish feeling and Kirishima swears his heart’s a second from bursting.

“See? Told ya’ I’m funny. And you are super cute.”

Bakugou’s floating on a cloud of tickle euphoria, surrounded still by the warmth that Kirishima exudes like an aura. A sleepy grin tugs at the corners of his lips as he lays there with his arms hugging across his ribs, pliant and jelly-bodied and quietly thriving.

“You suck..” He returns softly, lying once again with his usual growly vocals mildly above a whisper. He’s tired and Kirishima acknowledges it, scooting so that he’s laying up against Bakugou, an arm snaking around his middle. He chuckles a little at the sensation of Bakugou tensing.

“Don’t worry, I’m not gonna tickle you again. For now.”

“You got a death wish, huh?” Bakugou stirs at that, both apprehensive and excited by the foreboding statement from his boyfriend.

“Let’s just take a nap and see what happens when we wake up.” Kirishima smirks slightly into the nape of Bakugou’s neck, and damn , Bakugou can nearly feel the way his lips curl. It sends goosebumps down the expanse of his limbs, but he’s too exhausted to do anything about it right now. So, he actually listens to Kirishima ( and will deny it until he’s blue in the face ) and settles back down, burying his head into the soft pillows and basking in Kirishima’s snuggling. Within a matter of minutes they’ve both drifted off into slumber, holding onto one another, enveloped in a tender peace.

#k writes. #tickle fic #kiribaku #ticklish!bakugou #lee!bakugou #bnha #mha #bnha tickling #hi this is the fic i was talking abt <3

[td-scenarios]

How they react to seeing their S/O crying

First scenarios are a go!

Cody

Will most definitely start panicking at your status and start asking you various questions.

“Are you okay? Did I do something? Do you need space? Should I hug you? Do I need to punch someone?” And you better believe he’ll do that last one based off that one scene of him and Duncan in World Tour.

Goes and brings his stash of candy to you for you to enjoy

If you don’t need space at the moment but instead comfort, you better believe this boy will turn into the biggest cuddlebug. His arms just wrapping around your entire body and him resting his head into the crook of your neck. Would totally start kissing you all over the face until you smiled and were laughing as you told him to stop in a lighthearted manner

Trust me, Cody is not leaving until there’s a smile on your face. Even if you ask for some space he’ll be sending you memes or stupid little drawings.

Also would totally do the really cheesy thing of wiping away your tears and resting the palm of his hand on your cheek so that you can lean into it.

Scott

Doesn’t really understand what’s going on at first. He’s clever, but he ain’t the sharpest tool in the shed at times.

“Why are you crying? It better not be somethin’ stupid, cuz, ya know, back on the farm-” cue you punching him in the face or on the shoulder

That’s when he’s like ‘Oh fuck, something is ACTUALLY wrong. Oh no this is a time where  I have to step up as a boyfriend oh no oh no’

Him awkwardly being all “So....um....what’s wrong?”

His face absolutely breaking upon seeing your shattered expression. Protective boyfriend mode = activated.

“Did someone hurt you? Babe, you better believe that I’ll go and make their life a living hell, trust me.” And then you just slowly shaking your head no and leaning your head onto his chest, which just makes this big softie melt.

Y’all cuddling for a long time until you eventually fall asleep on him and he’s just brooding on the fact that if someone did cause it, he really was gonna go and  beat them up, He doesn’t make idle threats, but for now, it’s just calm between the two of you.

Brick

He gets back from running one of his bi-hourly jogs with Jo to see your form shaking from under a blanket in the cabin. Since you’re under the blanket, he can only assume you’re not cold and immediately comes to the conclusion that you are upset

“Y/N! What has got you feeling so blue right now?” He would try to lower his voice for you, but his same tone only wavers a bit. Habits and all that.

You already know that this sweet boy will drop whatever other plans he had for today to stay in the cabin and comfort you until you were better.

He’d try to suggest going outside and getting some fresh air, but you two would go out for a bit and you’d either see the person who upset you or get reminded of your homesickness or whatever else made you sad, so you two would just go back inside.

Brick being Brick would probably find a way of accidentally making you laugh and he’ll just continue with that until you forgot why you were sad in the first place. 

Mike

Taking a break from the others, Mike finds you sitting on a rock near the beach with your head buried into your folded arms. He instantly comes jogging up to your side and sits across from you, gently saying your name which gets you to look up. When you ask for alone time, he softly shakes his head.

“I can’t leave you until I make sure you’re okay, Y/N. You know me, it’s good knowing that the people I care about are good.” Those words kind of put a smile on your face as you look at the gap toothed boy.

Mike counts this as the start of working your mood back up. He wouldn’t want to make you more sad by making you talk about what upset you, so instead he decides to start telling you funny stories of shenanigans his alters have caused.

“They’re quite the cast! I remember when Manitoba was really proud of himself for digging up some new material, but the guy was already a little bit tired so instead he was just holding some dried cow patty! Vito wouldn’t let him live it down for weeks!” More and more stories of that caliber, all of which would make you giggle in some way or another.

At some point, Mike ends up wrapping an arm around your shoulders and it’s become night time so you’re both just looking up into the stars. A nice serene way to forget about what was plaguing your mind earlier

Dakota

“O M G, babe, are you okay? Your skin is getting a little blotchy.” You would wince a little bit at that prompting her to apologize as you wipe one side of your face with your hand.

The blonde would sit next to you on the cabin bed and ask that you “spill the tea, sugar.

After telling her what’s wrong, she insists on taking care of you for the rest of the day. Bringing you any food she can scour off the island, asking the other teens of the cast to leave the two of you alone, and once your crying dies down a bit she starts doing your makeup.

“I like doing your makeup so much because it gives me a great view of your gorgeous face.”

This comment of Dakota’s immediately gets the waterworks started up again.

She starts panicking, thinking she said something wrong while carefully putting her makeup brushes down. You just shake your head and hug her tightly, to which she’s confused about, but reciprocates anyways.

Leshawna

This girl immediately hugs you as soon as she sees how distressed you are. She gives the best hugs ever, I would know, Fresh TV told me.

“Alright baby, tell me what’s got your feathers in a bunch! Leshawna will make all the problems go away.” Her voice is so calming at that point that you break down even more and choke out what’s been bothering you.

If it is someone, she would definitely start making threats, but wouldn’t dare to leave you alone in this state, so whoever did this to you would definitely get some knuckle sandwiches later.

The girl would take you back to her cabin and lay both of y’all down on her bed and softly sing to you (even if it’s not the best, it’s endearing.) Until you fall asleep in eachother’s arms.

Leshawna would be the first to wake up and would smile upon seeing your face, now with a soft smile instead of the heartbreaking expression it carried mere hours before. You were definitely her everything.

Heather

She really wants to keep up her mean façade like she does in front of everyone and say “ew, you’re showing emotions right now?” or something like that, but she decides that she could never do that to you. Even if anyone else was watching her at the moment.

Heather would take a seat next to you and put a hand on your shoulder. “Tell me what’s up.” And before you could say anything she interrupts, “and no, I won’t tell anyone what you tell me. I would never.” She made sure to keep both her hands up so you could see that she wasn’t crossing her fingers.

You let out a sigh and then hesitantly began telling her what’s up.

“Are you kidding? Hun, you need to put your game face on! Come with me.” She then grabs your hand and takes you around to do calming activities all around the island. Being bitchier to everyone else, but the most soft, kind, caring person in the world for you. She doesn’t let go of your hand at all just to let you know she’s there.

At the end of your day together, your tears long forgotten, both of you sat on a blanket watching the sunset, she looks over at you. “You ready to go kick some loser butt?” She says with a smirk, you sniffle a bit and nod yes. “Cool, lets go.” Her hand finally leaves yours, which saddens you, but she waits for you so you can head back to camp together. Who knew you could go a whole day with your girlfriend without her being TOO focused on the million?

Dawn

You thought you had found a quiet spot to let your feelings free under a shaded tree that may be capable of eating you any second, but how wrong you were. You nearly jump out of your skin when you hear a familiar soft voice speak, “your aura is stained with anguish. What is plaguing you so?”

Dawn’s statement startled you out of your tears for a bit until you began to explain to her what had happened with a shaky voice and it all became too much so you stopped talking.

The look on her face gave away that she knew more than she let on.

“Here Y/N breathe with me.” You would give her a confused look but go along with it since your girlfriend was weirdly knowledgeable in some areas.

“Very good. You’re shaky, but there’s nothing your position won’t fix. Here follow what I do.” Dawn got into a position perfect for breathing exercises and you followed suit. “Your chakras will align in the median in your body and your mind will be freed of its chains, do not be afraid.” She repeated the affirmations in a hushed tone as you two breathed with one another.

It was actually pretty calming. The sounds of the toxic island along with Dawn’s hushed voice made for the perfect aura around you two and you can’t remember a time when you have felt so at peace.

“I can sense that your aura is back to its normal state. Are you feeling any better?” The different words took you out of your zen and you looked up at her and nodded, which made her smile.

“That is nice to hear. Would you like to go look at the flowers with me?

#total drama #total drama island #total drama revenge of the island #total drama scenarios #total drama cody #total drama scott #total drama brick #total drama dakota #total drama leshawna #total drama heather #total drama dawn #total drama imagines #tdi imagines #tdi scenarios

[moonlightsapphic]

I’ve always been a tiny bit allergic to weddings.

I grew up with social anxiety, and desi weddings involve days of (often quite sexist) loud, flashy, stuffy and crowded ceremonies, usually with unbelievably long guest lists of extended family, friends and colleagues. I had to be dragged to them as a child.

So whenever someone told me, “I’d love a big wedding,” I’d get skeptical. Surely no one wants to be put through an experience that horrendous?

I was nineteen and with my boyfriend of three years at the time when an older friend said to me. “You know, I used to think I hated big weddings too. But turned out, deep down I was just hesitant to think of marrying the guy I was with. Our relationship was extremely toxic. But I wasn’t ready to admit that yet. Living in quiet denial and telling myself I just wanted a court marriage was easier.”

That was just one of the many, many little signs, events and ordeals that lead to my painful, drawn-out breakup with my high school boyfriend that I’d thought I’d marry someday.

I have zero regrets. I’m glad I escaped his emotionally abusive clutches.

Right now, I’m seven months into a relationship with my best friend of three years. I was twenty and she was twenty-one when we began dating. We were no longer teenagers. We each knew what we wanted in a partner, and we found it in each other. Things just make sense with her in a way some part of me thought it would be near-impossible to find in another human being. We are undoubtedly soulmates, weirdly similar, and have always been crazy fans of each other’s successes. We make each other laugh until we can’t breathe, we make each other feel safe and wanted in terms of physical intimacy, we follow up on each other’s lives constantly around a whopping twelve-hour time difference. (Cue the long-distance lesbian relationship memes. I live abroad for university.)

I wouldn’t be exaggerating if I said she teaches me, with every passing day, what it is to work together to gently nurture a healthy relationship, and watch it gradually grow.

(PSA: That amazing girlfriend whom you’re too scared to be gay for? Girl, ask her out. In most cases, you’ll have more to gain than to lose.)

My girlfriend and I come from different religious backgrounds (a big no-no in our country, usually). She’s Hindu and I’m Muslim, but it’s amazing how little that matters to us. The way we personally practice our faiths, the lifestyles that we would like to have in the future are strikingly similar: vegan, as environment-friendly as possible, a couple furry friends (she’s a dog-person and I’m a cat person), a child (hopefully a daughter!) maybe when we’re equipped to have one, a cozy little home of our own in a quiet city abroad, traveling to new places in vacations, working for social welfare in the sidelines of our STEM jobs …

What I want to say here is this: If we were a heterosexual couple, we’d be mapping out our futures already, and telling our families (and friends) about each other.

But we’re not. We’re a gay couple in a country where queer people can be killed for coming out. Only two of our mutual friends know about us. We’re afraid that any more and the word may spread through town.

Neither of our families will ever understand.

We will be labeled crazy, perverted, in need of help, gone rogue from western influence, irresponsible, selfish traitors that are blind to our families’ hurt.

I still do not dream of a big wedding.

This time, I simply do not have the luxury to be able to picture it, in even my wildest dreams.

But the thought of, maybe someday, saying “I do,” to the love of my life in the quiet office of a court Justice; the thought of, maybe someday, looking into her chestnut eyes and knowing we’re going to be outcasts together, to have and to hold from that day forward; for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish—It keeps me going. It keeps my fighting through every bad day to next good one when I’ll get to tell her again I love her, and know that—even though I’m young, even though there’s such a long, uncertain road ahead of me—I have never meant it more for anyone else.

#wlw #women loving women #sapphic #desi sapphic #bengali sapphic #bengali wlw #desi wlw #girls who love girls #girls who like girls #bisexual #lesbian relationship #relationship advice #gay relationship #gay #lesbian #queer relationships #queer religion #hindu #muslim #islam #hinduism #queer muslim #desi queer #homophobia #long distance relationship #long distance love #lesbian ldr #ldr #lgbt #lgbt+