#I’m not a pretty person and I have wierd hair

[pinkeoni]

Dustin’s Absent Father and the Effects on His Character

Here’s something I don’t think I’ve made before, it’s a Dustin analysis!

In season 2 we are introduced to Dustin’s mom, as well as the lack of Dustin’s father. It’s not hammered over the head or anything, but it’s there. We aren’t explicitly told what happened to him, and we don’t necessarily need to be told. There are plenty of kids who live in single parent households, and we don’t need to hear the details of this story to understand it. However, the show may be telling us in subtle ways how this effects Dustin, and also what exactly happened to him.

The absense of Dustin’s father seems to make him reach out to others as a replacement father, as well as want to become a good caregiver himself. He does both of these things in season 2, where he simultaneously becomes a adoptive father of D’Art as well as seeks out Steve Harrington as a surrogate father figure (whether he was conscious of this or not)

I think that Dustin’s dedication to D’Art may give some insight as to what happened to his father, or at least, how his father’s absence has affected him. When everyone is arguing about what to do with D’Art, Dustin blurts out this telling line:

I believe that this line may be a projection of Dustin’s personal experience when it came to his father. He promised that he would take care of Dustin, but ended up leaving and/or possibly even dying. Either way, he still left in some capacity and was unable to fulfill that promise.

Dustin says to Mike that he moved to Hawkins in the fourth grade, so I’m willing to bet that his father left and him and his mom moved because of this. This happens to families all the time where they have to relocate because a major source of income has left. We see this happen with Max and her mom in season 4 when they downsize after her step-father leaves. The Henderson’s do seem financially stable though, not as well off as the Wheelers or Sinclairs, but more money than the Byers or the Mayfeilds. I’m willing to bet that Claudia works too, based on her wardrobe. She often dresses in collared shirts and either pants or a skirt with tights underneath, outfits befitting of office-like job.

When Dustin interacts with Claudia, it feels a little different than how other characters like Mike or Will interact with their moms. He’s not as mama’s boy as Will is nor does he argue with her as much as Mike does with Karen. Their interactions are friend-like, almost as if Dustin views her as another one of his friends and less his mom. I think about the scene in the beginning of s2 where Dustin is searching for coins, and he makes weird noises to mock his mom. I’m about to make a wierd comparison, but their dynamic reminds me a little bit of Eric Cartman and his mom from South Park.

Now OBVIOUSLY Dustin is not mean towards or controlling of his mother like Cartman is, but both are single-mom and only child households, and Cartman also sometimes talks to his mom in a similar way that he would talk to his friends, while his mom is extremely loving and doting on him like Claudia is to Dustin. (Loose connection I know, but I’m trying to make a point 😭)

It’s almost like because of the lack of a strong male presence in the house, Dustin almost sees himself as equal with his mom. There isn’t another man that he sees as seperate from himself that establishes a power dynamic, if anything he sees himself the man of the house.

Dustin does however seek out that older male father figure, in both Steve and Eddie. Dustin goes to Steve as a bit of a last reaort, but I think he may have also subconsciously been seeking out and older male to protect him, similar to the role of a father. Off the bat, Steve's relationship with Dustin does begin pretty fatherly. Steve is giving Dustin dating advice, similar to how a parent might talk to their kid about dating. He then gives Dustin a ride to the Snow Ball, who has done his hair the way that Steve told him. We even see this right after we see Max’s mom helping her with her hair.

In season 3, their relationship shifts. Similar to how Dustin interacts with his mom, he now sees Steve as more of his friend rather than his father. He is on equal level with him. Their first interaction of the season is the two of them playing lightsaber with each other— their relationship has definitely shifted from father-son to big brother-little brother.

Dustin even gives dating advice to Steve now, except for the other way around. Dustin's status as a man with the girlfriend gives him a sense of superiority against the man who is effectively bitchless. However, I do think that Dustin is still seeking out that fatherly connection. Dustin goes to Steve after he has already been abandoned by the rest of his friends, something that was echoed with his real dad.

Once season 4 roles around, Dustin starts spending much more time with Eddie than he does with Steve, which is told to us through the dialogue. I think part of the reason why Dustin prefers Eddie over Steve is because Eddie is fulfilling the surrogate dad role better than Steve at this point. How is Eddie more fatherly than Steve? It's not that Eddie is more mature than Steve, but rather Eddie asserts a type of power in his relationship with both Dustin and Mike. He tells them that they are both his sheep and he is essentially their shepherd, or what could be interpreted in Dustin's mind as "You are my son, and I am your father." Eddie even dictates how they dress, what with the Hellfire shirts and whatnot. Eddie even uses the example of "Clothes that your mommy bought you at the goddamn Gap," creating another parent parallel. It’s similar to how Steve was instructing Dustin how to wear his hair.

I don't necessarily think that Mike sees Eddie as a dad but more as a role model that he wants to be like, which is shown through his hair and style shift that attempts to replicate Eddie. Dustin, however, DOES see him as a dad.

So then, if Dustin sees Eddie as replacement for his dad that left him, then that makes this scene all the more sad.

Which begs the question, did Dustin's real father die? There's no conclusive evidence (as far as I can tell) to suggest that he did, but there's also nothing to say that he didn't. If he did, it would definitely make Dustin experiencing the death of a father figure all the more tragic than it already was.

So what does this mean for Dustin's character going forward? I think that we might see a repeat of what happened in season 2, where Dustin steps into a caregiver like role. Not that he's going to get a new baby to replace D'Art, but rather he might assert himself as a protective figure, as to not lose anyone else to the Upside Down. Out of everyone, especially with his science knowledge and interest in research, that he would become the survivalist and the one most prepared to try and keep everyone safe, similar to a parent. No more failing anyone like D’Art, or losing anyone like his dad or Eddie.

#stranger things #stranger things analysis #my analysis #dustin henderson #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things 5 prediction

[onestopfanficshop]

being in a relationship with carmy: pregnancy edition

warnings/author's note: fem reader, language, one y/n is dropped but i think it's needed (at least i hope) 😟 bitches says they hate pregnancy tropes then go and write stuff like this (it's me i’m bitches)

gif is mine <3

carmy has zero experience with babies. literally NONE. if he's being totally honest with himself, they kind of scare him.

i know a lot of people have super creative pregnancy reveals and stuff, but i honestly feel like this would just be quiet and unplanned tbh. you would be in the bathroom. it's been over half an hour and you've peed on at least 5 of them now. you're looking at the digital display of the fifth test and it reads the exact same as the other four: Pregnant

meanwhile Carmy's in the kitchen and he hasn't even thought to himself where you’ve gone because he's in the zone

you call carmy’s name like three times before he finally hears you, comes over, and you quietly tell him it's unlocked and he come in

he comes in sweaty, hair all messy, towel tucked into the strings of his apron, and he's smiling at you until he sees the look on your face

"you okay, hon?"

you just wordlessly hand him one of the tests and he looks at it

reaction one: *silently stares at the test without blinking for at a good full minute*

reaction two: "how many of these did you take, honey? ...five? shit. okay."

reaction three: him sitting on the edge of the bath tub across from you and just looking at you

"are you okay? does it hurt?"

"not yet," you joke.

"i know it's unexpected, but… i think we're ready. we’re gonna be okay, yeah?"

and he just hugs you and you two stay like that for a while :,)

after your first trimester is over you finally start telling everyone (and i feel like carmy would love those three months of you two just keeping it to yourselves)

he doesn't care about the baby's gender as long as their healthy, but i feel like deep down, in a small crevice of my heart, that carmy is a girl dad

sugar would be the first person you told. she would most definitely cry and you hug you super tight before pulling away and saying "ohmygod! i shouldn't have hugged you that tight! did i hurt the baby??" to which you would laugh and assure her the baby couldn't feel anything. she would be so over the moon excited for you and carmy

michael would be the first person carmy tells. he drove down to his grave, but when he got there, it took him a little while to get out of his car.

"i know i haven't been down to visit you in a while, mike. m'sorry about that, i just... i dunno. the restaurant's keeping me busy, i guess. god, i wish you could've seen the place, mikey. we kept some of your plaques from the old office, put it in the new one. we, uh, we called it "mikey's corner" and... it just helps, y'know? having you be a part of it, a part of the bear. (y/n)'s keeping me pretty busy, too. that's why i came here, to talk to you, because.... she's pregnant. and to be honest with you, mikey? i'm scared. i'm fuckin' terrified, mikey, and i'm not even the one carrying the goddamn baby. i'm scared that i won't be a good dad. i just-- i love her so much, and she deserves that, y'know. she deserves the world. they both do. god, it feels fucking wierd to say that. it feels like now, my heart, it's... it's gonna be split in two different places. does that even make sense? i dunno. but... i know that if you were here, you'd tell me i'd be okay, and that everything's gonna be okay. that i'd be the best dad. and i'd believe you, michael. everything you say has a funny way of comin' true, y'know that? you would've told me i'd be the best dad, and i would've told you that you'd be the best uncle. i mean that. i love you, mikey. i miss you."

everyone at the bear is so excited to see what carmy would be like as a dad, especially tina. she always kisses you on the cheek whenever you walk into the bear and shoos away anyone that comes within a 6 foot radius of you 😭

when you and carmy told richie, he grumbled something about how the kid was gonna be a spoiled brat with unlimited access to free gourmet food??? you assumed that was his way of say congratulations and gave him a big hug anyways

"do you think they'll wanna be a chef like you, bear?" you asked one day.

"oh god. i hope the the fuck not."

sugar constantly dragging you to buy baby clothes! no, seriously. at this point, 80% of the baby clothes you have came from her

"sugar! they're gonna outgrow all of this!"

"who cares!? just make sure you let 'em know their aunt nat bought everything"

carmy secretly hopes the baby looks more like you because he doesn't find himself beautiful or anything (what a silly man 🙄)

he literally would not let you do ANYTHING for yourself 😭 if he sees you lift so much as a finger he freaks out

“carmy, i’m pregnant, not helpless! i promise you i can get myself a glass of water!

“honey, i know you can, i just don’t want you to.”

the delivery would be really hard for him to watch. not because of the blood or anything, but he just hates seeing you in any type of pain or distress

of course when he holds this tiny being that he helped create it's love at first sight

the next one is random but bear with me (pun not intended)

you best BELIEVE carmy is making his baby's food from SCRATCH when it's time to introduce solids. this man would spend hours on his computer after you and the baby were asleep, looking up the best foods to puree for babies and whatnot. he has nothing against pre-made baby food, but this man has two hands, a shit ton of produce, a michaels near by that sells mini mason jars, and a dream

literally just picture this man early in the morning, hair messy, apron on, with a bunch of mini mason jars cradled in his arms, and every vegetable known to man crowding the kitchen island. you're holding the baby on your hip and you're just looking at him like???? even the baby's like 👁👄👁. you just slowly back out of the kitchen and you're like "let's go, sweetheart. daddy's being weird. again."

#carmy berzatto headcanon #carmy berzatto fluff #carmy berzatto #carmy berzatto imagines #carmen berzatto drabble #carmen berzatto headcanon #carmen berzatto fluff #onestopfanficshop

[transgressivegirlification]

sorta. learning how to separate my gender from how other people perceive and treat me. that and separating my gender identity from gender performance and the idea that i have to DO anything or have any specific trait to be a woman

i dunno. if gender describes your relationship to society and your relationship to your body and sex characteristics, then there is an expectation to perform specific roles based on your relationship to your body, which is pretty wierd and we could probably do without that. so, i guess in that sense, im a gender abolitionist

i don’t consider myself a woman because i was assigned female at birth, i consider myself a woman because it describes my relationship to my body. i don’t consider my (de)transition a return because i don’t remember what it was like to live as someone who was perceived as a girl and i’ve never been perceived as a woman, just a feminine trans person (and only online, offline i’m treated as an autistic cis man) so i’m having to figure out what my womanhood means to me for the first time instead of having it just given to me or something i had at some nebulous ~before~

but it’s. i don’t think being a woman means you have to be feminine in any meaning of the word. i don’t think i have to be seen as a woman to be one. i don’t even think i have to dislike masculine terms being used for me. i also don’t think that not conforming to the expected presentations of my gender makes me nonbinary. (nb people are chill i am just tired of being degendered in trans* spaces and having people making a big deal over my gender/pronouns because i don’t “look like” my gender)

i’m just a woman with a deep voice and body hair and broad shoulders and facial hair and an adam’s apple and a strong brow. i’m just a woman that wears clothing made for men and who wears binders instead of bras most of the time. i’m just a woman who wears makeup only once or twice a year and who doesn’t do anything centered around anti-aging. none of that makes me less of a woman, it just makes me less feminine which is fine

femininity is nice but a lot of it is either based on making women more consumable to men or just isn’t ideal for a construction worker. like. i love lolita fashion but it is not remotely osha approved. i can barely get away with tying my jacket around my waist lmafo

and i mean. i like men. 90% of my coworkers are men and i generally fuck with them. i’m also promised to a man who is my priority in life.

but at the same time, i’m not going to go out of my way to be appealing to men or even think about it in my day to day life because i’m a person who enjoys men, not a perfume ad. yeah i dress up for dates and enjoy when my promised finds me attractive but being desirable isn’t the same as being consumable. when i perform femininity for my promised, he enjoys the show but sees me as an actor instead of a character if that makes sense?

i dunno. i love being feminine in over the top ways that make me feel powerful and confident but it’s… a lot to do outside of the context of conventions (shout out to conventions for giving me a way to explore new presentations in public without being afraid of getting hate crimed fr)

i guess for me it feels wierd to be a woman almost exclusively attracted to men because so much of how people talk about wlm is centered around the man’s attraction to the woman or the woman making herself attractive to the man when i center myself in my attraction to men. i generally don’t think about making myself attractive to a man i’m not actively going on a date with, i think about what i want to do to him and what he could do for me. yeah it’s a little selfish but nobody’s complained yet B;)

tl;dr: i’m still a woman when i fulfill male stereotypes. femininity as a way to feel powerful, pretty, and/or desirable is nice. femininity as a set of rules pushed on women for the purpose of centering men’s consumption and dehumanization of women in their expression of feminine womanhood is shitty

#dave speaks #pro trans detrans #gender ramblings

[seraphsfire]

strange new worlds spoilersssss im sorryyyyyyy lol

man strange new worlds season finale is ??????? 

i didn’t know where they were trying to go with it. why are they redoing a tos episode? why was the message basically ‘welp that kid will also die but the important thing is that spock doesn’t die! like WHAT are you doing chris. The conclusion was inevitable but the way they framed pike viewing it was SO wierd.  

why didn’t they wrap up any of the loose ends from the season or give a teaser about what they were going to explore more instead of having an entire episode about pike just deciding his fate? it was super drawn out for what seemed like something he’d change his mind on quickly when confronted with the consequences. Even 20 mins would have given them plenty of time to explore that while still leaving a decent amount of time to talk about other stuff. 

also idk who that guy is but he’s not kirk. I’ve always had criticisms about tos kirk, but this guy doesn’t have any of the charm and almost like... sensuality??? that sh*tner had (even tho that old man makes me so annoyed lol) 

i think the point of willy was that he *didn’t* look like a typical leading man so casting a guy with CW Face (TM) is kind of contrary to the whole vibe.  they also didn’t try to make him look anything like kirk which. What? why does he have dark brown hair? if they were going to cast a guy that looked the exact opposite of sh*tner why didn’t they at least fix the hair color, they did with everybody else playing characters from tos? I’d argue that other than pike and spock his appearance is more important to get closer to the TOS cast than like chapel who aren’t main tos characters.

idk this guy was like a less charming and more bland version of pike kind of? There wasn’t any smirking, no sparkle in this guy’s eyes, idk if he was just badly directed or badly cast or isn’t a good actor or maybe all of the three. he had No Chemistry with spock at all. I’m not even talking (b)romance just like. Any kind of interest in each other?

im glad if other ppl liked it i just couldn’t really enjoy it and there were some parts i liked but overall i just didn’t like it and seeing spock Like That hurt me so bad. chris didn’t even give spock a hug at the end after All That :(

all in all tho even if it was imo the only stinker (for me personally) in the season that’s Still nine pretty cool episodes. 

#spoilers /// #negative for ts #tbd

[firespirited]

Commission progress: I havn’t been paid yet except for ordering supplies but I’m going ahead against my own rules as the end of july/early august is going to be tough so I’d rather not have anything hanging over me. I’d opened up my ebay for worldwide but closed it up again because I don’t want the worry.

I started Falbala-Mackie yesterday and got about 2 hours in before starting to mentally and physically slow and slur for about another hour, before completely losing grip and eye focus. Had some really wierd symptoms I think were migraine aura but without the migraine so couldn’t recognize pain or a blood pressure drop because all sensations were ‘wrong’: I mean sometimes it’s not just sounds, tastes and smells that are too strong or too quiet but textures that feel ‘off’ and physical sensation like touch or nausea register as other discomforts hard to describe. Pain feeling like a distant funny bone throb and what not? I managed to ID a few things fixable with meds and put myself to bed. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

She’s all a glow/yellow 50-50 fine blend

Today I finished her and started on Miko as Sailor Pluto. Now both UK hairsellers promised haunted forest/into the woods isn’t the same batch as the stuff that stained my bratz boyz commission and I gave it a proper rub with alcohol... but Miko’s elastics went blue and I have the vaguest sense that she’s greening. I gave her face a good rub with alcohol and I’m putting her on hold while I do an experiment with this myscene bait head. She was used to demonstrate if certain acrylic paints stain: the purples don’t, bright red tends to leave a pink trace. Now she’s face down in the green and we’ll see if she changes colour. [[I hope not, I really have had it up to here with dodgy hair and sellers. And you don’t get a refund for the work you put in or the stained doll.]]

Note: pretty much all of the saran on mylittlecustoms is in skein format like restoredoll as far as I can tell which is limiting for folded hair reroots as you only get 40cm skeins which is 20cm cut in half. Go with nylon if you want to do anything ankle length.

Ack 😂 there’s a Talia hair on Miko’s parting, I don’t know HOW but chihuahua hair gets everywhere. I have become a cat-dog person, I find that stuff when I brush my own hair, inside my clothes! I don’t know how she does it.

Tomorrow and the day after I want to bulk-reroot Skipper & Ariel or bulk & fine tune just one. Stress for upcoming stuff, the very long consultation period and the lingering ‘offness’ of yesterday’s aura (and well *gestures at everything*) have left me anxious and more than a bit antsy. But there’s a good a chance as any it’ll take two weeks.

#saf #dolls #reroot #barbie #doll hair

[diorgirl444]

Hey! Not sure if im asking at the right place but could i get a teen wolf ship please

Tw:mention of mental disorders

About how i look:

I'm 21, i have dyed ginger hair, green/grey eyes, im 4"9 in height, i am overweight. My style can go from anything grunge to anything like pyjamas cause sometimes i am lazy

More about my personality:

I'm pansexual, she/her, taurus sun, taurus rising, aquuatius moon. I don't have particular preference when it comes to dating its usually if i can connect with the person and be myself i will go with the flow.

French is my first language I play video games, i love animal crossing, the sims, life is strange and the last of us, i like movies like LOTR the hobbit and HP a lot i'm into witchcraft and spirituality, true crime, I have a 9yo black cat they are my favorite! I have a wierd obsession with snails as well they are my dream pet. I'm usually very honest with people and very blunt, i've been to psychwar before where i was diagnosed with BPD, PTSD, ED and anxiety.

I have 2 older sister, a mom and dad abandoned us, i m not close to anyone and i'm usually in my own bubble.

I dislike:

I dislike being woken up, i dislike being told how i should be or act, i can be obnoxious and insecure, i am a picky eater, i hate repetitive sounds like snoring etc, i hate lourd noises, i pretty much hate kids, i hate liars, i hate feeling and being alone.

Thank you very much for taking the time to reply ot even read!

Have a good day/night

i’m so sorry but i don’t write for teen wolf and i don’t write for fandoms which i don’t consider myself a part of. if anyone sees this who is part of this fandom feel free to take this request of my hands <333

#diorgirl444 #flo answers #matchups #matchup request #matchup trade #matchup closed #nonnie <3

[icysab]

Hey! Not sure if im asking at the right place but could i get a teen wolf ship please

Tw:mention of mental disorders

About how i look:

I'm 21, i have dyed ginger hair, green/grey eyes, im 4"9 in height, i am overweight. My style can go from anything grunge to anything like pyjamas cause sometimes i am lazy

More about my personality:

I'm pansexual, she/her, taurus sun, taurus rising, aquuatius moon. I don't have particular preference when it comes to dating its usually if i can connect with the person and be myself i will go with the flow.

French is my first language I play video games, i love animal crossing, the sims, life is strange and the last of us, i like movies like LOTR the hobbit and HP a lot i'm into witchcraft and spirituality, true crime, I have a 9yo black cat they are my favorite! I have a wierd obsession with snails as well they are my dream pet. I'm usually very honest with people and very blunt, i've been to psychwar before where i was diagnosed with BPD, PTSD, ED and anxiety.

I have 2 older sister, a mom and dad abandoned us, i m not close to anyone and i'm usually in my own bubble.

I dislike:

I dislike being woken up, i dislike being told how i should be or act, i can be obnoxious and insecure, i am a picky eater, i hate repetitive sounds like snoring etc, i hate lourd noises, i pretty much hate kids, i hate liars, i hate feeling and being alone.

Thank you very much for taking the time to reply ot even read!

Have a good day/night

hi! i think you may have the wrong blog? i actually have never watched an episode (it’s a show right? i think?) of teen wolf so sorry lol i’m not going to be able to match you up. hopefully you find the blog you were looking for though!

[fairy-writes]

hEy!!😙 I wondering if you could pretty please do a ship/matchup for me with a JJK guy? if it’s ok, I’d LOVE for you to do one for AOT as well🥹❤️✨ if YAS, then here is some info :

AGE: 18

HEIGHT: 5’7”

EYE COLOR: Brown (tend to look solid black most of the time) and are ✨shiny✨

SKIN TONE: Warm-olive - tan

BODY TYPE: Lithe, slim & fit

HAIR: Short (boy-ish i guess) and dark brown to black (a brown black) kinda messy or has a some texture to it that makes it look a bit wild and messy (but In a cute way lol)

BIOLOGICAL SEX: Afab

GENDER- Demi-boy / non-binary / boy / trans ? (Guess you could just say I’m a “reverse trap” if that helps)

PREFERRED PRONOUNS: They/He

SEXUALITY: Demisexual and attracted to males

STAR SIGN: Aquarius

PERSONALITY TYPE: INFP / INFJ

Calm and collected demeanor

Fairly soft-spoken

love people who are able to laugh with me and don’t take me as seriously as I tend to take myself

I guess internally, I would describe myself as moody, sad, or serious, but when I interact with people, It’s a bit different. I’m still not outgoing per say, but will be a bit more bubbly/fluffy or at least try to overcompensate in that way, but am actually quite moody, and sad though in the end tho. I try to be better around people than I am with myself, to show a lighter, ✨sweeter ✨ side. I also have good manners too, so that’s nice lol

I guess since I’ve been through a lot and I’m all too familiar with what it's like to be in all sorts of pain, so I want to treat everyone with neutral respect and kindness, not too-kind though lol). This is hard to explain though, I’m not moody and reserved with others so much, but rather am on my own and just know myself to be. I laugh and smile around my friends quite a lot around friends and people I actually like- it’s a light-hearted, peaceful kind of thing, but I also trust them enough to confide in/tell them about my inner depths/personal stuff. I NEVER EVER seem to fight with my friends/start arguments, especially with petty things. I just want us to be real with each other and get along, and do stuff and talk about things !!

Have never been a “perfect” straight-A student, am still not (but it’s not because i’m not smart, there’s other issues there)

Being around people is very draining but I can still manage

Slight abandonment issues

Friendly + easy-going

Creative

Sometimes I have an “all or nothing mindset” which is truly one of my biggest downfalls

Introspective

I see the humor in a lot of things

Try to persevere when put in difficult situations

Tend to not like school

NEVER SLEEP, I literally come alive at night it’s wierd

Very compassionate + sympathetic

Not clingy, or super dependant on others

Tend to get obsessed / fixated with things easily

Loyal, confideable and a great listener

Innocent like that- never been interested in drugs / alcohol / vaping or smoking- never have, most likely never will (personal preference) and also can definitely have a good time without that. I just never understood the purpose/appeal of vices like that, but I like juice lol🫠

Huge sweet tooth 🤤

A dog person

LOVE music, (METAL + deathcore + pop-punk, some pop)

Love Cafe’s

Never been in a romantic relationship

Boring / UNINTELLIGENT / shallow people= HuGe NO

Flakiness in others= NO

Keep on being told that I look younger, like 15 😬😓😞 ( if that visually helps at all lmao)

Athletic and physically coordinated, good at sports / physical activities

I really like when I can be of help to people

Gr8 sense of humor

Always questioning things + deep thinker

Shy but not a pushover

Can be more outgoing when I’m at my best and only if I’m comfortable around you

Even though I am shy / introverted, I naturally gravitate towards and make friends with more outgoing / extroverted people, or at least are more extroverted than I am. They bring me out, I really admire/am grateful for those people

Will either have small group of friends, or that one favorite person

Love hearing people talking about weird things / expressing themselves. I'm not judgmental like that and usually, people automatically feel that from me

If I choose to spend time with you and happen to form a (platonic) bond, which I admit, rarely happens- then you know that I genuinely like and appreciate you. I don’t take solid relationships for granted. Though, I’m also surprised or find it hard to believe that someone would want to be my friend.

Generally unstable and have hard time regulating my emotions

VEry much dislike mean/apathetic/arrogant/ignorant/homophobes/transphobes/closed-minded/mean and “basic” b****es 😒 (when I say b****es, I’m referring to anyone no matter the gender)

Am quite difficult to read, and it takes a little while for me to open up

Love language = i’m not too sure but I tend to give gifts to people to show care and adoration, and would love giving/receiving nice, juicy, solid hugs (BIDDIES lol hehe), Giving compliments

Sometimes I think being vulnerable makes me seem weak

Am the type to sit comfortably in silence with someone

I dislike conflict + confrontation so i usually try to avoid it

TOTAL bottom/sub, definitely have a kinky mind too, BUT…

a lil virgin lol. But I do think about being CORRUPTED a lot (you know what I mean😏🥺🐶)

Huge tendency to self-sabotage, underestimate myself and compare myself to others

Insecure about being perceived as dumb, unintelligent or incapable / incompetent

Have gender dysphoria that can really worsen at times

Need a guy who probably wouldn’t care about gender / doesn’t really have a prefer in that regard, but acknowledges my gender identity and use the proper pronouns (using they/he or saying “bOyFrienD” when referring to me, I would melt lol) NOT someone who will try to change me but will support

Go out and do things with me, or drag me along with you if u must, geez lol (Need to sit in my own space, but need to go out with OTHERS)

I tend to come off as kinda “emo,” and the way I dress tends to borderline on emo anyways 🖤, but I don’t really try to. 🥺 I’m not hating on emo style, I pretty much am emo, but the style/look just gets a lot of slack, so it makes me insecure. So I try to mix a little “prep” in my style 🥲 and try to wear more color and stuff like that. I just don’t want people to see me as this dark, hurting emo boi (even though I pretty much am) who is unlikable or unapproachable so I try to be a different way but end up putting on what feels like some kind of facade, and in the end I feel less like myself.

Guess I try to be more like the person I wish I was through my style, even though I can’t deny who I am and what I’m like. I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’m a pretty confusing person who is self-conflicted- it’s one of my biggest problems.

I Primarily wear cooler tones like BLACK, BLUES, whites, SOMETIMES neutrals, more modest, looser fitting clothing. Shoes like sneakers, converse, stuff like that. a BIT of academia vibes (it’s what I ultimately try to go for) but the universe KEEPS PULLING ME TOWARD MY INHERENT EMO-NESS AGHH

I don’t wear dresses / skirts / crop tops / high heels/ high-waisted pants or anything like that. (MAYBE, just MAYBE will consider wearing a sweet dress again one day, but ONLY if I look more like a cute lil fem-boy and not a girl lmao.

This is random, but sometimes I do wear a more fitting crop-top tee over a fitted long-sleeve shirt and it really suits me, and it’s a moment. But that's as good as it gets regarding that (Use that as a headcanon 😏 even though you know it’s canon lol). I don’t ever wear jewelry. So I’m like cute-boyish-neutral-but still Kinda fem, ya know? I’m more like baby I guess. 😂🥺 I tend to not talk about my gender or refer to myself in gender specific ways, since I’ve told little to no one about it anyways.

Hey lovely! Im so sorry but my matchups are actually closed! They’ve been closed since about June or July. Im terribly sorry!

[peri-helia]

Ah great it’s the ‘I’m ugly and will never photograph well’ hours

#I just never photograph well #ever #I’m not a pretty person and I have wierd hair #and yeah #not great feelings but they like to pop up every one in a while #Idont know how to make myself pretty I never learned #make up makes me feel like a clown #and I don’t like people touching my face? #when I had my make up done for my sister in laws wedding #I had to go and wipe it off it looked dreadful

[violetnotez]

Can you please make JJK boys HCs where their s/o is multilingual? Like they speak several languages and sometimes get asked around in Tokyo by foreigners and they get jealous bc they think it's hot but can't understand a single word at the same time. I just think it'll be cute and funny! ( U can ignore if u like) thank you tho ❤️

HC: S/O IS MULTILINGUAL | JJK

Music Genre: Rock | JJK

Characters: Gojou, Yuuji, Megumi

Warnings: cursing + slightttt suggestive content (if ya squint)

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Shop Owner’s Note: Omg how could I ignore this! Thank you so much anon for requesting, this ask is just the cutest! It isn’t very long, so I hope that’s okay-I literally wrote this at like 12 in the morning so if it’s a shit show I’m sorry 😂💀

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The first time he hears you talk in another language it’s GAME OVER

He is instantly in love with the way you sound in this other language-whether it be English, Spanish, Turkish, Chinese, etc

He just thinks it’s so hot

Keeps asking you to say certain phrases in your language,,,,

It’ll start out simple like “Good morning,” and “How are you?”

But Gojo being Gojo, he’ll progressively make the phrases more intimate and flirtatious, asking you to say his name with your slight accent change from the language, how to say “I love you”,,,,,

The dude Probabaly found a new kink of his tbh 😂💀

Asked you how to say “beautiful” and now that’s your new pet name now

He really loves it when you have any chance to use your language, because you sadly speak in it so rarely even though it sounds so beautiful to him

But what he doesn’t like is when you talk to people for a freaking LONGGGGG time

Gojo is hoenstly really hyper sometimes, so if your helping a tourist in the middle of Tokyo, especially if your on your way to Gojou’s favorite bakery

This dude will do everything in his power to break you away

He tries to be subtle about it at first, like holding your hand and giving it a small squeeze,

But your not even noticing and now your laughing at whatever this random person said and he doesn’t even know what your saying...

it kinda irks him so much of your attention isn’t on him, so his solution to that is wrapping his arms around your waist, encasing you from behind

“Tell then you have to go doll, I’m starving ya know,” he whispered this into you ear, and the way he says it makes you think he’s not starving for food (if ya catch my drift) 👀😳

So with big shocked eyes and teeth biting your lower lip, you quickly bid the stranger farewell and follow Gojo, hands firmly placed in his

Gojo is hoenstly just really good at getting you to do what he wants, it’s kinda scary at this point 💀

Omg he is just amazeddddddddd

Like whoa he’s s/o is pretty, brave, AND smart?!

Damn he feels so lucky rn 🥺

He’s so excited by this new revelation, with a huge, boyish smile and eyes sparkling

If you ever try to downplay your language speaking skills, like “Oh I’m not very good at it” or “It’s not that big of a deal, a lot of people speak it” he won’t be having any of it!

Yuuji is your biggest hype man, just forcing you to be proud of yourself sometimes

“Cmon y/n you gotta admit it’s pretty cool! Some people can barely speak one language...and you can speak a whole other one!”

Deifnitely begs you to teach him, so whenever you to are out together, you’ll point out objects with your free hand that isn’t holding Yuuji’s, telling him what the objects are called in your language

Yuuji is surprisingly a very quick learner! He has struggles with grammar, but he’s very good at learning the Vocab

Your proudest moment tho was when Yuuji stubbed his toe on his bed and Sukuna must have felt it to,

Cause as Itadori was yelping Sukuna locked through Itadori’s cheek, and cussed in your language 💀

Itadori loves it when you help other people, cause it reminds him of how selfless and kind you are

Yet it just bothers him when other guys talk to you

Especially if they seem to be into you...making you laugh and smile, and they’re giving you that one “look” that kinda hints at their real motives in talking to you

And he’s just like - The hell bro I’m right here.

The worst part is that he really doesn’t know what your saying...sure, he can pick up a few words now but not able to piece the conversation together

Sukuna is calling him a “spineless imbecile” in his head and finding this whole situation hilarious as hell

He doesn’t like looking jealous, but once he knows 100% certain you’re getting hit on he intervenes quick

Usually he knows cause if your body language-you just look less into the cinversation, your body language shrinks in to protect yourself, and you laughs turn to uncomfortable chuckles

He quickly swoops in, loving how relieved you look as he wraps his arms around your shoulder, pulling you against you chest

“Thanks for talking to my girlfriend, but we will be going now,” he states plainly, his voice wounding kind yet eyes shooting our venom at the dude

But the amazing thing he said all that in your language

Proud ass moment 🥺🥺🥺🥺

He’s gonna act so indifferent

Like language skills? Okay cool to know 😐

Literally so bland about it like-

“Youre bilingual? Cool.”

Don’t let that fool you tho, this guy is kinda freaking out inside

Cause why was he so attracted to you speaking another language? Why does he want to learn it now? Maybe he should, right? Would it be wierd if he didn’t-

Hoenstly, he’s overthinking it 💀

His favorite thing is when you cuss in your language, he hoenstly finds it super funny

But jokes on him cause now he’s cursing in your language too 💀

Likes it when he has his head in your lap as you play with his hair, and hear you practice your language

The dude will literally hold up your phone/flashcards so you can play with his hair and study

Soemtiems he gets too comfy tho and falls asleep

Once he dropped your phone on his face and he a huge bruise right on the bridge of his nose 💀

First time he heard you talk in your language was when you were in Tokyo, in a mission together by yourselves

And this tourist came up to you guys who was obviously lost-

And you just whipped out this new language like it was nothing

Megumi has never been more confused-cause you never told him about knowing another language, like the hell did this come from?

Suddenly his cheeks are getting red cause wait why do you sound so hot?

Like all that shit he told Aoi about liking women with an “unshakable character” went out the damn window

He’s type now is being multilingual 💀

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[athensgorgia]

Jealous Gojo x female reader

Summary: Gojo is running all your dates with potential partners. He just doesn't know why yet.

Warnings: Mature language and suggestive themes

Gojo was sitting next to you.  Why the fuck was he sitting next to you.  For the first time in your life you had a date and Gojo decided to tag along.  "Get the fuck out of here before my date gets here or so help me god I will kill you!" you seethed.  Gojo payed your threats no mind flagging down a waiter "I want whatever cake you have.  What about you y/n-chan?" he asks nonchalantly.  "I want you to leave." you say in an exasperated tone.

     "Now, now y/n-chan.  We can't have that now can we?  What if he's a total wierdo?" Gojo insists.  "You're the one who is being wierd!  I didn't even tell you I was on a date!  How did you even know!?" you cried.  "Well when something is really important I make it my business to know what is going on.  Especially when it comes to my little  y/n-chan."  Gojo explains ruffling your done up hair afterwards.  "Ugh, I'm not a little kid anymore you have to start letting me go." you sigh.

     You think you've finally gotten through to Gojo.  He turns to you and sighs.  "That lipstick is so not your color." Gojo scoffs.  Gojo then takes his hand and starts forcibly rubbing his thumb on your lips to remove the makeup.  You Immediately start trying to slap his hand away, but him being the strongest it was no use. 

     Right then your date walks in and finds you and Gojo.  Gojo's hands still resting on your face smearing lipstick everywhere.  You instantly muster all your strength and shove Gojo off of you.  "Hiro, hi it's good to see you!" you greet your date awkwardly.  Hiro puts on a very confused face.  "Hi, who is this y/n" Hiro asks.  "He's nobody and he was just leaving." you insist and give Gojo a face that says 'beat it'. 

     Gojo cracks a sinister smile.  "So Hiro, how much money do you make per year?" Gojo prods.  You go to hit Gojo but your hands just bounce off of him.  Hiro looks very nervous and stays silent.  "I was just wondering what redeeming qualities you have since attractiveness clearly isn't one of them." Gojo prattles on.  Hiro turns to you "Sorry I don't think this is going to work out." Hiro says not even waiting for an excuse and rushes out.

     You place your head in your hands trying to recuperate from the fiasco that just unfolded.  When you look at Gojo he's happily eating his cake not at all ashamed at what he had done.  "Why would you do that?  That's the first time anyone has ever even wanted to ask me out." you say too defeated to yell.  "Oh it's definitely not the first time.  This is just the first time I haven't assessed them beforehand." Gojo states casually continuing to munch on his cake.

     "What!?" you gasp in disbelief.  "Oh you know I've just been really busy so I couldn't get around to it this time." he shrugs.  "Not that stupid the thing you said before!" you seethed.  "I'm not just gonna let anyone date you.  I have to make sure they're good enough for you.  I have to do alot of research.  It's very tiring you know.  You should really thank me.  The least you could do is pay for my cake." Gojo huffs mouth full of cake.

     "Oh my god..." you whimper and run your hands through your hair.  "It makes so much fucking sense." you cry.  "Don't cry over that guy!  He was as interesting as a piece of white bread."  Gojo says with gusto trying to cheer you up.  "FUCK YOU!   I'M GOING TO DIE ALONE BECAUSE OF YOU!" you screech and then storm out.

     "And that's why I need you to date her for me!" Gojo chimes.  Nanami takes a deep breath "I'm not going along with this game of yours." he sighs.  "Aw c'mon!  She's a great girl.  You won't find anyone better than her." Gojo pleads.  "Find someone else it doesn't have to be me." Nanami deflects.  "Yes it does Nanami!  I can only let her date in good conscience if I know the person is good." Gojo insists.  "Find someone else then there are tons of people better than me." Nanami states flatly.

     "No Nanami you're perfect.  You're young, handsome, responsible, make a decent living, and have a nice dick.  I know because I peaked in the urinal." Gojo says proudly.  Nanami was disgusted with Gojo's hidden knowledge and wanted to flee as fast as possible.  "Fine one date." Nanami sighs already regretting his decision.

     Gojo waited outside the door of your apartment and kept banging on the door.  "Hi y/n!  I know you're still mad at me but I have a piece offering!" Gojo announces.  "Go away!  I'm still mad at you!" you yell through the door.  "I can make it up to you!  I got you a date with the best guy I know!" Gojo promises.  You open the door "What!?  When!?" you ask very confused.  "Right now.  Go get ready!" Gojo urges you to hustle.

     You get ready as fast as you can and bolt out the door with Gojo.  The walk there was stressing you out.  You had no idea what kind of person Gojo set you up with all Gojo sad was 'the blond one with glasses'.  On your way there Gojo walked arm in arm with you making sure you didn't trip in your heels and assuring you looked great.

     When you reached the front of the restaurant Gojo pushed you through the door and waved goodbye.  You were nervous, very nervous as you scanned each table to find your blind date.  Till you spotted a serious looking man matching Gojo's description.  You walked over and introduced yourself "Hello I'm y/n l/n.  I think Gojo Satoru set us up together." you said.  The man stood up from his seat and held his hand out for you to shake it.  "I'm Nanami Kento." He says formally as you shake his hand.

     "Have you been waiting long?" you ask genuinely concerned about how long Gojo made Nanami wait.  "I've been waiting two hours, but I know that's not your fault." Nanami replies coolly.  "I'm sorry he's always been like that.  He must have also dragged you here for a date." you apologize.  "No worries.  Your a pretty and polite young woman.  I'm glad he's found someone like you." Nanami says and flashes the ghost of a smile.

     "What do you mean?" you ask not quite sure what Nanami was referring to.  "Gojo's always going on and on about you.  I'm not even sure he realizes how in love with you he is." Nanami chuckles.  "No, he doesn't like me like that.  He's got pretty much all of Japan to choose from if he even wanted a partner." you say trying to shut Nanami down.  "That's precisely why he likes you.  He's just a regular man to you.  You don't care if he's rich or handsome or strong.  With you he can be whatever he wants.  I bet you've even gotten him to share sweets with you." Nanami explains.

     "No.  That can't be." you say more to yourself than to Nanami.  "Yes it is.  He's an extremely busy man but he makes time to spend with you.  Who do you think is always covering for him?" Nanami sighs hoping you'd understand by now.  Nanami looks at his watch "Any moment now he's going to realize his feelings and storm in like the man child he is.  Don't say anything one he walks in just go with it." Nanami says and as if on que Gojo walks in.

     "Date's over Nanami.  I've decided she can do better." Gojo says as he stomps over to your table.  "Why, I really like her.  I'm even considering marrying her one day." Nanami bluffs.  "No, you're not right for her." Gojo hisses and pulls you out of your chair.  Nanami stands up "Then who is?" Nanami prods trying to get Gojo to admit it.  "I am!  She's mine!" Gojo yells and holds you close to his chest causing an even bigger scene in the restaurant.

     Gojo processes what he just said and carries you out of the restaurant.  Suddenly Gojo teleports you somewhere and when you look around you recognize that this is Gojo's appartment.  Gojo says nothing and just continues walking in the direction of his bedroom.  "Gojo slow down!  Where are we going!?" you protest.  Gojo doesn't answer and continues walking to his bedroom's adjoining bathroom.  He sets you down on the counter.

     "Take your makeup off." Gojo demands.  "What?  Why?" you ask desperate for answers.  Gojo doesn't answer he just grabs a wet towel and starts scrubbing your face.  "Ow that hurts!" you protest, but Gojo continues scrubbing your face too hard.  After your makeup is off Gojo smiles and drags you over to his bed.  He pushes you down and straddles your waist.

     "What are you doing!?" you scream.  "Oh c'mon y/n isn't it obvious or do I have to tell you exactly what I'm going to do to you?" Gojo whispers in your ear.  "No!" you yell as you push him off of you with all your strength.  Gojo falls and lands on his butt looking utterly confused.  You gather yourself and begin leaving.  Gojo grabbed your arm to stop you "Wait... please." he said hesitantly.  "Why should I  you just tried to fuck me like some whore?" you hissed.

     Gojo stayed silent gathering what he was about to say "Isn't that just how I make you mine?" he questions.  "No that might work on some people but that's not how you make me yours." you state.  Gojo gives you a dumb stare.  He was utterly shocked.  No one had ever not wanted to sleep with him, and if he couldn't win you over with his body then his personality sure wasn't going to win you over.  Gojo broke into a cold sweat he wanted you like no one he had ever wanted before and for once in his life what he desired was out of his reach.

     He wracked his brain for something people usually wanted from him.  "I know!  You're like Mie Mie!  I'll just give you money!  How much do you want?" Gojo asks cheerfully but he was not joking this time he was dead serious.  You looked at him appalled and continued walking out.  "Wait!  Wait! Wait!" he pleaded desperately.  You only stopped when he got down on his knees in front of you "Please!  Just tell me how I get you to love me!" he begged. 

     You had to admit you liked seeing Gojo beg for you, but now was not the time for that.  You tilted his chin so he was lookingup at you "You promise you love me?" you smiled.  Gojo nodded his head  frantically.  "Then I'll pick you up tomorrow at six?" you winked and left.  Leaving an awestruck Gojo in your wake.

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[ghoulia-roborts]

So.... Tumblr decided to delete that Xiaoven fanfic I wrote,so I'm gonna repost it, hopefully it won't be eaten by the abyss now I'd like to know what you guys think.

Title: a delightful breeze.

The night was quiet, the sky dotted with stars twinkling in a beautiful dance against a black canvas.The silver light of the moon reflected off the waters of Dihua march,and the residents of the wangshu inn all were asleep, except for one particularly peculiar yaksha.

Xiao sat at his usual spot, looking deep in thought, his golden eyes on the night sky,searching for answers.He let out an exasperated sigh,head down from frustration.

A small breeze passed by him,as if brushing his hair comfortingly,and with it came a dark haired bard,white feathery wings on his back,like an angel.Floating right infront of him,the bard smiled cheekily,Xiao returned the smile but his was less cheeky,and more tired.

"Venti,What brings you here?" Asked Xiao.

"Oh just passing by, thought I'd drop by the most beautiful person I know" Replied Venti, grinning in mid-air.

"Still ever the charmer,huh?" Chuckled Xiao.

"Of course!I'd be a terrible bard if I lacked charm!"

Xiao fell into silence,while Venti raised an eyebrow and asked "Is something bothering you?"

"W-what?no ,no I'm fine" Xiao said , unfortunately for him he wasn't the best at hiding his emotions, especially around Venti.

"Darling, it's very clear that something's bothering you, it's written all over your face" Venti frowned slightly, getting closer and closer to him.

Xiao backed away,"it's nothing worth mentioning" he didn't face Venti to try and hide his expression.

"Xiao..." Venti scolded, frowning even more and putting his hands on his hips like a disappointed mother.

He dropped down to the balcony, folding his wings, and approached Xiao,who was still looking away,Venti grabbed his hands,and whispered softly"I know talking about how you feel is hard for you,but it's better than keeping it bottled up,you know?"

They stood there for a bit,he sighed,and thinking to himself he came up with an idea.

"Aha!I know what to do!" He exclaimed, prompting Xiao to look at him with a questioning stare.

He snapped his fingers and a gust of wind carried both of them off the balcony,now in the sky ,Venti's cheeky smile returned,his white wings opened again,with stray feathers here and there, his hand still held Xiao's.

"What are you doing?"Xiao asked , trying to balance himself somehow.

"A change of scenery might help you feel better!" Venti answered ,but Xiao was not as amused as he was.

"Is this truly necessary?" He complained, although he didn't entirely mind the experience,"Yes!" Venti shouted back.

And so Xiao was reluctantly dragged into wherever Venti was taking him,after a while he was starting to get antsy,and by the time they crossed the borders of Liyue his patience was starting to run out.

"How long are we going to be flying?" Xiao nagged ,"a bit longer my dear,but this is fun, don't you think?" Smiled Venti.

"Barbatos" He grumbled,the only time he called Venti by that name was when he was angry.

"Okay okay , I'm going down,we've reached our destination anyway" Venti gave an apologetic smile and slowly lowered them,once his feet touched the ground,Xiao looked around him to find himself in windrise,by the enormous tree of monstadt.

The tree looked as beautiful under the moonlight as it did under the rays of the sun,the shadows of the trees,shrubs and bushes danced as they were moved by the refreshing wind circling the area.

Venti ran to the tree and flew up one of it's huge branches, looking back at Xiao "catch me if you can!" smirking,he jumped from one branch to another going up.

Xiao sighed and started following him,it wasn't hard at all,he could easily catch up to Venti,and he did, grabbing Venti mid-air bridal style.

"Oh my,who might this handsome fellow be?" Venti teased,Xiao's eyes were about to fall out of his eye sockets from how hard he rolled them.

"I'm going to drop you"He threatened jokingly, trying to cover the smile that was forming around his mouth,but failing miserably, honestly if someone had seen the face that he was making,they would've thought he was having a bowl movement, Luckily Venti has gotten used to the wierd faces.

"How cruel!" Said Venti, dramatically putting a hand over his chest,"the betrayal!how can I live with this!"

Xiao promptly dropped the bard,he fell into the top of the tree on a bed of leaves,which does sound very uncomfortable,but it was much more cozy than expected.

"Hey! that was uncalled for!"he protested, wiping off the leaves that covered his face.

"Was it?" Xiao laughed, picking the rest of the leaves that were stuck in Venti's hair,one two three four and much more,how did he even manage to gather that many in his hair?

"Well,Maybe not but still!"

The two of them finally settled down,Venti draped his wings, flapping them to get rid of whatever leaves stuck to them,he crossed his legs and leaned back,while Xiao hugged his and rested his chin on his knees.

The green hills,the rustling of leaves ,the shimmering light of the moon,the crystal flies slowly moving from one place to another, leaving a trail of shiny particles were all very inviting.

Xiao took a deep breath,the air was clear and soothing,like a pleasant song,it seemed as though every problem and every bit of worry simply vanished,even for a moment,but they still came back, haunting, stinging needles,Xiao buried his face between his arms.

"Why did you bring me here?" He wondered, breaking the silence.

"This is my favorite place,I come here whenever I feel down,so I thought I'd bring you here!"Venti answered enthusiastically.

" it's certainly very calming"

"I know, right?"

Xiao went silent yet again,but this time Venti felt that he was about to add more,he stared at Xiao expectantly.

Xiao took a deep breath,and finally said"I guess you're right, avoiding the problem does no good"

"Do you want to talk about it then?"

"I suppose so,yes" added Xiao"It's.....about lord Rex lapis"

"Ugh,what did that block head do?"

"He....didn't do anything"

"Huh?" Venti replied ,brow twisted in confusion.

"Do you know about what happened at the rite of decension?"he inquired .

"Yeah" Venti answered,the traveler had told him some of what transpired in their time in Liyue ,so he had an idea of the events that occurred,even if they didn't,he had asked Zhongli at that point.

"It has to do with that" Xiao added ,voice slightly brittle,"After what happened ,I....I started to think"

"About what?"

"About why lord rex lapis would feel the need to test us like that"

"I understand why he would do it,but part of me feels as Though I wasn't good enough,I wasn't worthy of his trust"he blurted out.

"And I know that thinking this way is a stupid thing to do,I know that" he was frustrated.

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"this doesn't stop the voice in my head telling me that if I was better at my duties,then maybe lord rex lapis wouldn't have felt the need to test us,to test me-" he stopped, burying his face in his arms"maybe he wouldn't have left....."

"And that makes me feel worthless,like all I did was for nothing" he added.

Silence seemed to sneak it's way into their little dates every now and then, usually it was a comforting silence,neither felt the need to be constantly talking,but this silence was suffocating for Xiao,face still covered by his arms ,he didn't move, simply waited for whatever Venti was about to say.Xiao heard the sound of a few leaves shuffling,when he looked up Venti had moved near him.

"what you do is important"Venti finally spoke"everyday you make sure the people of Liyue are safe, you're not worthless."He held Xiao's hand.

Xiao seemed somewhat relieved, although there was still something bothering him,Venti caught on to this.

"Do you miss him?" Venti probed.

"Yeah....." He whispered,face turning slightly red from embarrassment.

"Awww darling , don't be embarrassed, it's okay to miss your dad!"whether he was serious or just teasing Xiao remained to be seen.

"He's not my father!" Xiao exclaimed,now red as a tomato,he hid his face in his arms again.

"You know,you could always just visit him"suggested Venti,it seemed he wasn't jesting this time"you know where he is, don't you?"

"I.... don't want to disrespect his wish,he wanted to live as a human"

"Yeah,but that doesn't mean you have to stop talking to him"

"Doesn't it?" Xiao lifted his face, looking into the distance"he's a "human" now,and I'm an Adeptus"

"Think of it this way,You don't have to go as the vigilante yaksha, protector of Liyue ,slayer of demons yada yada" Venti flailed his arms around"you could go as just Xiao"

"Just Xiao....?" He didn't understand what Venti meant,what else was there to him? isn't that what he is?that was his duty,what else is there?

" there is much more to you than that" Venti smiled,this smile wasn't cheeky or sassy or sarcastic,it was a genuine smile,it made Xiao blush ,and he was just getting over being embarrassed.

"Xiao likes almond tofu,he thinks crystal flies are pretty,he likes snow" Venti listed,Xiao on the other hand was getting more and more confused,"he doesn't like meat rolls,he doesn't like crowds of people"

"Xiao is diligent,Xiao is caring,Xiao isn't alone,Xiao is loved,Xiao is-" Venti stopped mid-sentence ,he clasped Xiao's face in his hands and added"Xiao is amazing,and if he doesn't realize that, I'm gonna write a hundred songs to show how wonderful he is!"

The adeptus laughed"please don't do that,I can only handle so much of your singing" he didn't mind Venti singing,in fact he very much enjoyed it,but considering the bard's tendencies,he had to stop him otherwise Venti might have gone through with that.

"W-what if he doesn't want to see me-"

"What if he does?"Venti interjected"You shouldn't make that choice for him"

"If he doesn't,which is very unlikely by the way, it's not going to be the end of the world"the so called tone deaf bard added.

"You'll still have the traveler,the other adepti,and you'll still have me"

Xiao had an epiphany at that moment,it seemed as though his thoughts became clearer,like the fog was lifted.

"So?" Venti asked"what are you going to do now?"

"I guess a visit wouldn't hurt..." Xiao whispered.

The corners of his mouth slowly twisted, revealing an award winning smile,at least according to Venti,the adeptus rarely ever smiled ,but when he genuinely did,it was one of the most beautiful sight the bard had ever seen.

Xiao leaned closer to Venti , planting a kiss on his forehead,the bard was caught so off guard that his wings shot open,his cheeks were painted with a pink hue ,and he had the goofiest smile on his face,the adeptus leaned back and said "Thank you".

"That was a direct attack!" Venti replied"you know what that means!" He promptly tackled Xiao, sending both of them into the leaves, giggling like the idiots they are.

After the laughing died down,Venti set his eyes to Xiao's,and they were locked in a staring contest, although thier eyes were full of nothing but love,"You're welcome" Venti whispered, caressing Xiao's cheek,Xiao returned the gesture by holding his hand.

In that moment, nothing mattered,they were together,they were happy.

Epilogue:

The sun was slowly starting to set,the sky was painted a beautifully golden hue,and thus the end of another day for the wangsheng funeral parlor's consultant was marked.

Zhongli was organizing some random books, putting them on the shelf,when he heard footsteps behind him.

"Greetings,how may I help you?" He said, not looking back,he didn't need to,he already knew who it was.

Xiao looked so out of place,he was nervous,he rubbed his neck"I-Im just passing by,I can come another time if you're busy-"

"That won't be necessary, I'm already done with my duties ,so I'm currently free" Zhongli finally turned to face him"would you like some tea then?it won't take long to brew"

"S-sure-" Xiao stuttered, Zhongli slowly approached Xiao,the latter averted his gaze out of embarrassment,once Zhongli was close enough,he extended his hand and patted Xiao's head, smiling"I'm glad you decided to visit" he beamed.

"M-me too" although his eyes were on the ground,Xiao was quite relieved.

Once the tea was made ,the two sat down and talked for hours.

The end.

#genshin impact #drops writing #genshin impact fanfiction #genshin impact fanfic #genshin impact xiao #genshin xiao #genshin venti #genshin impact venti #venti x xiao #xiao x venti #xiaoven #genshin impact xiaoven #genshin impact writing #genshin writing #genshin fanfic #genshin fanfiction #genshin impact traveler #genshin traveler #genshin impact zhongli #genshin zhongli #long post

[justapoet]

Can it be 43 for Tarlos

It sure can, Anon! I hope you like it! ♡

43. "Being a morning person does make you wierd, but it does not  give you the right to leave without kissing me."

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The first thing people learn about first-responders is just how crazy their work hours can be. Not only the calls, because people find amazingly wild ways to do the simplest of things, but how their agenda bends and breaks to fit in the calendars.

Holidays aren't quite a thing, and forty-eight hours shifts at any moment can fill weekends. Some days go by without an hour of sleep, while others settle in boredom and a weirdly unfamiliar peace around them. It was something they had to learn to get used to as soon as the job begins, even if the frustrations would still remain.

TK knew that it was something he had to deal with, but it was his choice, and it was worth it. He grew up learning his father's crazy schedules and the exhaustion that followed him around, and it had been his choice to do that — to be like his father, to help people —, and he didn't regret it, not a bit.

Until the morning, of course.

The thing is — first-responders, for them to date, really, it took someone who understands the craziness and the problems and the burdens. Someone who didn't mind rescheduling dates and spent sleeping anniversaries, and that some days were just more arduous than others. Someone who wouldn't oppose, who would care enough to be in hospitals and wait for a life or death sentence.

TK pretended he had found that someone in Alex, blinding himself to any and every sign the Universe made sure to give him. He ignored the fights over the time he arrived home — even if they didn't even share one —, and the ones over how he was always too tired to go out with him. TK pretended not to see how Alex hated the interactions he had in the firehouse or the contact he had with his father — and, especially, he always found an excuse to excuse Alex's absence by his bedside at the hospital.

After so many times, it became easier to lie to himself. He would always believe Alex's words, and if not, he would just pretend to.

Pretending. That was it.

And after fooling himself so much over love and caring, it took TK a while, a few months, to get used to what he had found in Austin. In Carlos.

It began when he woke up from his coma after the gunshot, and his father told him that Carlos had spent most of his days after and before shifts beside TK, holding his hand and caressing his hair. Paul told him, too, that the cop had spent his two free days at the hospital as well, even if just sitting in the waiting room, waiting for something to happen.

It freaked him out a little — maybe a little too much. It had never happened before, with any of his boyfriends — and Carlos wasn't even his boyfriend. He was a friend, someone he could surely lean on, but he didn't have to be there with him.

TK understood, now, that it was just who Carlos is. Someone who cares, waits and chooses to have a conversation instead of ghosting someone or storming out on them. Someone who doesn't mind the bad days and understands them — he was a first-responder, too, after all — and always had a kind word to offer.

Someone TK knew he would eventually fall in love with.

And, honestly, he blamed his heart for being a sucker for deep, brown eyes and a smile that could make a butterfly appear out of nowhere in anyone's stomach. On it, and on Carlos' impressive morning disposition on free days — because, for God's sake, how?

TK was used to wake up alone, Carlos never being in bed with him when his biological clock decided he hadn't had enough rest, but he had a life to live. From the first days he had woken up on Carlos' sheets to the ones in which he was tangled in theirs, TK knew he would rarely find his boyfriend asleep beside him.

It was different than it was with Alex, though. He would wake up alone and feel as such, his heart sinking with regret and a feeling that he was only being used — a feeling that he, too, learned to ignore. With Alex, it was a reflex of the emptiness of their relationship, while with Carlos, it was just... Who he was, and he didn't need a visual guarantee that he would walk through the door at any moment.

And it was endearing how the cop would always make them some breakfast or go out for a run, coming back with a different flower every time and offering it to TK. But there was nothing that could beat the days in which Carlos was peacefully asleep, breathing smoothly and smashing his face on his pillows.

TK would stare at him with the most lovestruck look on his face and trace each one of his edges with his fingers. Then, Carlos would wrinkle his nose and wake up slowly, sometimes hiding his face on the pillows and sometimes smiling lazily at his boyfriend.

TK would fall in love every time.

But that wasn't one of those blissful, sweet mornings.

TK could feel the rays of sunshine against his naked skin, the blankets covering only down his waist as he laid on his stomach. The warm Texan breezing over his body denoted how Carlos was already up, for his body wasn't covering his side as it usually was when they fell asleep like that. He groaned, tapping the mattress in a vain search for the warm body that should still be against his, and then let out a disappointed breath. TK rolled over, the covers tangling around his waist and his position diagonal on the bed, his head sinking between his and Carlos' pillows. He took in a deep breath, inhaling Carlos' scent and the morning air that came through the window, and listened to the sounds around the house.

TK had his eyes closed when he heard the bedroom door open again, footsteps approaching the bed, and then the mattress deepening. He knew Carlos was putting his socks on and enjoying the time to look a little bit more at his frame over the bed, but TK didn't move a muscle about it.

When Carlos got up again, and TK could picture him opening the wardrobe to take his bag and gun, he opened one of his eyes to spy on the frame of his boyfriend. He had his uniform on, his curls a bit loose — looking even more beautiful than the day before — and his lips pressed together, something he always did when trying to be silent as if a breath could bother TK enough to wake him up.

TK could only think that each of Carlos' breaths was the lullaby he needed to fall asleep.

The paramedic inhaled deeply, opening his mouth to speak up, his voice hoarse and low but loud enough to be the only thing echoing in the room.

"Being a morning person does make you weird, but it does not give you the right to leave without kissing me," he said, and Carlos, who was concentrated on checking his bag, snapped his head in TK's direction.

Then, his earnest, frowned face melted in a smile that caused TK's stomach to twist in loops and his own eyes to open up slowly. Carlos' muscles seemed to relax, as well, and TK couldn't measure just how much it meant for him the comfort and the trust the two of them shared.

The cop approached the bed, bending down and scooting over TK's body enough for their noses to touch, but his arms holding him up enough so his uniform wouldn't brush the sheets or TK's body. Although it was perfectly cleaned, Carlos had a strange policy over it.

TK waited until Carlos pressed his lips against his, closing his eyes and sinking to the feeling until it lasted too short when Carlos leaned back.

"I wasn't going to," he said, and TK pulled him into another kiss, his hand going to the man's nape and caressing his neck carefully. Carlos smiled briefly, and TK whined when they lost contact again.

"Do you really have to go?" TK asked, looking at Carlos' face and then caressing his cheek with his thumb. Carlos gave him a caring, loving smile, and his hand brushed over the paramedic's waist.

"I'll be covering Collins for just eight hours, babe," Carlos said, his voice low and careful. "Then I'll be back, and we can cuddle for the whole day," he suggested, a smile brightly lighting his face.

TK smiled back and closed his eyes for a second.

"Promise?" he asked, and Carlos nodded, placing a kiss on each of TK's cheek, his chin, and nose, making him laugh. "Hmm... I love these kisses," TK grumbled, and Carlos offered one more over his lips.

"Don't I know it?" the cop asked sweetly, stretching his arm to take another of the covers and put it over TK, who basically purred with the caring act. "Your shift was long. Go back to sleep," Carlos suggest, and TK couldn't agree more than sinking himself on the pillows. "I'll be back soon."

"Okay," TK replied, sighing when his boyfriend pressed a new kiss to his collarbone, over what he knew it was an old scar. "Tell Collins he owes a whole weekend to the both of us," TK said, too, and Carlos laughed again.

"I'm pretty sure he knows, cariño," Carlos said, this time pressing a kiss to TK's forehead and watching while a sleepy, lovestruck smile spread across his face. "Sweet dreams, sweetheart."

And TK would've answered if Carlos' touch hadn't sent him to sleep like a sweet, divine lullaby he had only for himself. Carlos didn't need the answer, though, brightly smiling as he left their bedroom with a light heart and the sweet taste of TK's skin on his lips.

That was another morning worth it waking up for.

#tarlos #tarlos fic #carlos reyes #tk strand #carlos reyes x tk strand #911 lone star fic #911 lone star #my fic #my writing #prompt fic #prompt list #prompt #anon ask

[free-my-boy-grumbot]

OH BOY IM RATING EM ALL

Makoto Naegi - a bit plain but it suits him! 6.5/10

Kyoko Kirigiri - Yes!!! But what sane person goes to a pool with gloves on 8/10

Byakuya Togami - Step on me/10

Toko Fukawa/genocide Jill - ehhh idk how much blue suits her. 4/10

Aoi Asahina - ehhh sure 7/10

Yasuhiro Hagakure - YES YASUHIRO 100% DRESSES LIKE A DAD 10/10

Sayaka Maizono - :O it actually suits her! 8/10

Leon Kuwata - omg he actually looks great in it 9.5/10

Chihiro Fujisaki - yes he would definitely wear that!! 8.5/10

Mondo Owada - yea it fits him rlly well 8/10

Kiyotaka Ishimaru - he wouldn’t wear that I don’t think. also I’m confused on how he has abs but aoi doesn’t 3/10

Hifumi Yamada - anime girl swimwear/10

Celestia Ludenberg - YES but why would you swim in something that’s lacey 9/10

Sakura Ogami - she looks like a queen and I feel like she would wear that 9/10

Junko Enoshima - a bit basic, but it looks nice on her! 7/10

Mukuro Ikusaba - she looks so nice in those colours! 8.5/10

Monokuma - no/10

Hajime Hinata - ORANGE JUICE SWIMWEAR/10

Izuru Kamukura - kinda basic, but it suits him! 7/10

Chiaki Nanami - rlly cute 9/10

Nagito Komaeda - looked better in the cutscenes, but still rlly nice! 8/10

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu - 12 year old boy 10/10

Akane Owari - ehhh I don’t rlly see her wearing that 5/10

Sonia Nevermind - how do you swim in a long skirt/10

Kazuichi Soda - :0 he definitely got that custom made to look like his jumpsuit 8.5/10

Ultimate Imposter - it’s just byakuyas but white. I mean what did I expect /10

Teruteru Hanamura - LMAO he’s trying to look like a fuckboy but failing, which is in character for him 9/10

Mahiru Koizumi - yea it suits her! 8.5/10

Peko Pekoyama - Celeste without the laces. But yea it looks nice! 7.5/10

Ibuki Mioda - bisexual/10

Hiyoko Saionji - the swimsuit matches her bows!! 9/10

Mikan Tsumiki - it’s cute, but those band aids are gonna be annoying to swim with 7/10

Nekomaru Nidai - sort of a lazy design, but I couldn’t really think of how to improve it so 5/10 ig

Gundham Tanaka - HE KEPT THE SCARF ON LMAO 11/10

Usami - ok but why does she not have a floater but monomi does? She would 100% bring floaters for everyone 7/10

Monomi - tbh it’s more in character for usami than usami 9/10

Angie Yonaga - isn’t that just her without the jacket? Idk. It’s pretty tho! 8/10

Gonta Gokuhara - plant himbo/10

Himiko Yumeno - eH its nice but not rlly in character. 7/10

K1-b0 - PFFFFNSNSKSNDKDK 12/10

Kaede Akamatsu - it’s nice but purple suits her more 8/10

Kaito Momota - yea he would 1000% wear that 7.5/10

Kirumi Tojo - ok but this is just her regular bra and underwear (bc remember when in v3 her clothes got ripped off in the rhythm game) that’s not swimwear/10

Kokichi Ouma - yea it fits him rlly well! 9/10

Korekiyo Shinguji - male Sonia/10

Maki Harukawa - it’s basic but it’s not bad 6.5/10

Miu Iruma - WHY LEOPARD PRINT THO 6/10

Rantaro Amami - eh idk how much the colour suits him, but everything else fits rlly well! 7.5/10

Ryoma Hoshi - he’s got e girl sleeves/10

Shuichi Saihara - shuichi buttons up his shirt, this sprite is incorrect 7/10

Tenko Chabashira - :0 it matches her hair thingy 9/10

Tsumugi Shirogane - HHHHH Ik I’ve been kinda annoying abt colours this whole time but she looks wierd in yellow 4/10

#danganronpa #danganronpa s #rating danganronpa s outfits #danganronpa summer camp #danganronpa special

[procrastinatorimagines]

What If...

Fandom: Chicago Fire / One Chicago

Pairing: Matt Casey x Severide!Reader

Warning/s: none

Word Count: 2,060

Request: Hi would it be possible if I requested a Matt Casey one shot where she’s Kelly’s half sister and she’s new paramedic the firehouse. One night she tells Blake how she’s always had a crush on Matt and he overhears her. What happens when he kisses her in front of everyone at the firehouse?

Being Kelly Severide’s half-sister meant that the entire firehouse treated you basically the same; even though you weren’t that much younger they looked out of you like you were their kid sister. 

Kelly had just started working at 51 when you’d found out about him. Your dad, Benny, hadn’t exactly always been around, but when you’d told him you were moving to Chicago, he’d finally told you about your brother. It had been a shock, and you’d been angry that he’d kept it from you for so long, but you were glad to have a sibling, and you and Kelly had clicked right away.

Eventually he’d started to introduce you to the guys at the firehouse, including one Matt Casey, and you’d been crushing on him ever since. You’d tried not to, he only saw you as Kelly’s sister and nothing more, but you’d always been pretty close with him since you met, and you’d never been able to get over the feelings.

Now you were a paramedic there, and it had just gotten worse. You hadn’t applied for 51 specifically when you’d made it through training, moving from your nursing job at Med, but Boden had requested your transfer there to fill a spot on ambo 61. 

Everyone had welcomed you to 51, especially Casey, although Kelly had originally been hesitant about his little sister being out on the frontlines and in the line of literal fire. But you were a natural, and he’d soon put those fears to rest. 

It had been a few months now, and you found yourself lying on the bunk next to Gallo on a particularly slow shift, discussing his complicated relationship with Violet. “You asked her to marry you?” You laughed in disbelief, turning your head to face him from where you had been staring at the ceiling. Gallo was filling in on ambo with you for the day, Sylvie taking some personal time out to visit her new sister, and you’d both crashed in the bunk room to chat after a couple of very boring wellness checks. 

“Look, it wan’t- I wasn’t serious, it was the heat of the moment- I don’t know okay?” Gallo rambled, definitely kicking himself for being so stupid. “I should just fake my death and move to a different country, I’m such an idiot.”

You laughed even more, glad you weren’t in his shoes as he tried to navigate whatever his relationship with Violet was. “Okay, enough about me, what about you? You got anyone? I won’t tell your brother I swear,” Gallo promised with a grin, changing the subject away from his embarrassment. You might have called him out on it and kept the conversation going, but you knew he was already getting it from Ritter and Cruz, so you didn’t push it anymore.

“Me? Nah, living the single life,” you answered, mind going to your ever present and annoying crush on Casey as you picked at the cuffs of your sleeves, grey CFD sweater a size too large.

Gallo caught the distant look in your eyes, “...but there is someone you like?” He asked slowly, your turn to feel embarrassed as you felt your cheeks heat up. Were you that obvious? “Oh, there totally is!”

You and Gallo had become good friends, both having joined the station at around the same time, even though you’d known everyone else for years, you’d still been navigating the place together. Could you tell him this? You hadn’t told anyone, especially not your brother, but you wanted to get it off your chest. 

Gallo gave you an encouraging look, and you knew he wouldn’t let it go now, and you didn’t want him trying to find out when you weren’t alone, so you took a breath and told him after casting a final look to Casey and your brother’s dark offices. 

“I might... have a little thing for Matt,” you said quietly, nervously awaiting his reaction as he eyes went wide.

“Captain Casey!?” Gallo gasped as he sat up, way too loud for your liking. You put your finger to your lips and shushed him, sitting up so that you were facing him.

“Would you keep it down? I don’t want the entire firehouse to know,” you slapped his knee a little and he nodded, still visibly amused. “Look, I- I’ve had feeling for him for a long time, but it was never going to happen then, and it certainly isn’t going to happen now, I mean, I’ve always just been Kelly’s kid sister and now I actually work at the firehouse.” 

“Why did you never go for it before?” He asked, and you couldn’t deny that you’d thought about it. What if he said yes? What if he said no? You’d played countless scenarios in your head as you’d had a drink with him at Molly’s, worked with him at Med or spent time with him at 51 and Kelly’s, but reality was a lot more daunting. 

“Because he’s... Matt, even when he wasn’t my superior he was still my brother’s best friend, I’d have better luck at trying to cross a mine field with an aweful lot of mines unscathed,” you told him, running your hands through your hair. You’d untied it when you lay down, but now you figured your put it back up for something to do with your hands other than self-consciously pick at your sleeves.

“Maybe he likes you too and he has the same fears as you do, namely the wrath of Lieutenant Severide, not that I could blame him,” Gallo suggested as you shook your head.

“Oh yeah, because that’s likely,” you said sarcastically and he raised an eyebrow as if to say ‘you never know’, “I’d rather just try to get past it without making anything wierd, it’s my problem not his.”

Gallo was about to reply when the alarm bell sounded, a pile up that required all vehicles to attend. You and Gallo jumped up and headed for the door, but not before you caught sight of Casey emerging from his quarters.

Your stomach dropped at the realisation that he’d been in there the entire time. His light had been off and his door had been open a crack so you’d naturally assumed he wasn’t in there, but he must have gone in there for a nap before you and Gallo got back from your wellness checks. 

Praying he had been asleep the entire time you made your way to 61, Gallo giving you an ‘oops’ look as Casey headed past you both to Truck, but the look in his eyes when they briefly met your told you that that was wishful thinking, he’d heard you alright.

You did your best to compartmentalise that as you climbed into the drivers seat next to Gallo, you had a job to focus on, you’d have time to think about faking your death with Gallo and fleeing the country in embarrassment later. 

-

Fires out, people safe, no casualties; one crisis averted, one more to deal with. Gallo had tried to reassure you that Casey hadn’t heard any of it on the drive back, but he wasn’t even managing to convince himself, let alone you. 

So you’d made a beeline straight for the showers when you got back, going out of your way to avoid Casey in what little time you had left on shift. Who knew, he might just forget all about it?

Alas, he didn’t. You’d nearly made it out, making your way into the crisp morning air as the sun came up, just wanting to get back to your car and bury yourself under your covers, forgetting all about what had happened. Then Casey had caught up with you.

“Hey, Y/N, wait up a second,” Casey called from behind you, the sound of quick footsteps approaching as reached you. You swallowed, ignoring your feeling of dread as you turned to face him.

“Hey... er... what’s up?” Smooth Y/N, really subtle, you thought to yourself as you mentally ran through potential names to put on your fake passport. Casey gave you a small, conscious smile, and you knew he wanted to bring up what he’d overheard you say earlier, but didn’t know how. Neither did you, which led to a very awkward few seconds where you imaged the ground swallowing you whole. 

Finally, Casey spoke up. “I wasn’t eavesdropping, I heard my name and I was going to come out but then I heard... more and I thought it would be better if I just stayed in my office, and then the bell went off-” He stammered. 

Turns out it wasn’t the whole firehouse that heard Gallo practically yell Casey’s name, just Casey himself. “I’m sorry, so sorry, I didn’t- I wasn’t try to- I don’t know what I’m trying to say honestly, obviously I never meant for you to hear that and I don’t want this to be weird or anything so if we could just like pretend I never said anything and-” You were talking way too fast but you couldn’t help it. Casey had said your name a couple of times as you spoke, to try and get you to slow down or stop but you’d just kept going.

So instead, he’d tried a different method of shutting you up, and he kissed you. You stumbled back a little, very much surprised and caught off guard, Casey stepping back quickly as your brain tried to process what had just happened, mouth moving slightly but no words coming out. You probably looked like you were short-circuiting.

“Just to clear up any doubts about how I feel,” he told you, hand still lingering on your arm as you regained your senses. In all the fantasy scenarios you’d run through in your head, Casey kissing you was better than you could have expected. 

“Wow, okay,” you said, unsure of how to respond but Casey chuckled a little and you began to relax, matching his smile, very much forgetting that you were both still just outside of the firehouse. 

“Hope I’m not interrupting,” a voice said intentionally loudly and you and Casy jumped, looking away from each other towards the source, Kelly. He stood a few feet away, arms crossed, jaw clenched as he stared at his best friend, and then his sister. 

You risked a glance behind Kelly, to see that your kiss had been very public indeed, basically the entire firehouse kind of public. Gallo even gave you a thumbs up and you would have laughed if your brother wasn’t standing so close, looking like he was debating punching Casey.

Stella was giving you a look that was a mix of support and sympathy, but she rightfully wasn’t inserting herself into this, the rest of the firehouse seemingly waiting for Severide’s reaction before they said anything. 

“The hell took you guys so long?” You brother said finally, to the shock of both you and Casey as a smirk spread across Kelly’s face. Casey’s shoulders visibly relaxed and you let out a little sigh of relief. Were you confused? Yes. Were you going to dare question it? No chance. 

“You’re not... mad?” Casey did dare and Kelly laughed, shaking his head.

“Why would I be mad? Okay, sure, in the beginning when I realised you guys were into each other? Yeah, I was mad, but I’ve had years to get over that,” he told you both as you caught Cruz reluctantly handing Stella what looked like a twenty. 

You rolled your eyes at your brother, glad he wasn’t mad as you glanced at Casey, a grin on his face as Kelly offered out his hand to shake as some kind of sign of approval. 

Casey shook it as Kelly added: “hurt her we’ll all bury you,” he informed his Captain matter-of-factly with a head nod towards the rest of the firehouse who sounded their agreement.

“I’d expect nothing less,” Casey replied immediately as Kelly winked in your direction. 

“Walk you back to your car?” Casey offered, probably wanting a little bit more privacy to talk, and you quickly accepted, going red from the attention, following him away from the firehouse as Kelly jokingly made a sign that meant ‘I’ll be watching you’ in Casey’s direction. 

All in all, not the day you had been expecting, not that you were complaining.

#matt casey #kelly severide #chicago fire #one chicago #matt casey x reader #matt casey imagine #chicago fire imagine #kelly severide imagine #matt casey imagnes #chicago fire imagines #kelly severide imagines #one chicago imagine #one chicago imagines #matt casey one shot #chicago fire one shot #one chicago one shot #one shot

[maira-writes-shit]

I have this habit you know

Haikyuu Tanaka Ryuunosuke x Ennoshita Chikara

Fluff, flower language, getting together, major charecter death

Words: 2758

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1KNwaK5v9gEGeM0WssuFAP?si=caf0308e539f4c14

She had thought him that there was flowers for everything and that you should always give them to the people you love.

She had thought him that there was flowers for everything and that you should always give them to the people you love.

She had thought him that there was flowers for everything and that you should always give them to the people you love.

Wich is why he was here now.

"I got you guys flowers..."

"Huh?"

"REALLY?!"

"...why?"

"They're Peonies. They mean luck."

Nishinoya's eyes seemed to glow as he smiled: "THAT'S SO COOL! THANK YOU RYUU!"

The spicker smiled and look at the rest of the first years.

Narita gave him a small smile, Kinoshita smelled the flower and Ennoshita stared at the flower with a mixture of wonder and admiration.

A year later

"'sup fucker."

"Hey asshole."

He was sitting at the counter of his grandmothers flower shop he sometimes helped out in.A bag landed in front of him and his cousin sat down next to it."you still have my eyeliner." Kyoutani said between taking bites from his sandwich.

"Oh yeah I know. It should still be at home."

Tanaka got up and walked over to the statice.Yeah this one is pretty good. Success.

“You still do that?“ „Yeah, what about it?!“Tanaka‘s cousin looked up at him and raised an eyebrow."Nothing I just don't really get it. I mean what have these people ever done for you? What is it that makes them deserving of these flowers?"

"...what is it?"They're my friends. They take me the way I am without a question."

Kyoutani looked at him with a raised eyebrow in a silent question of "And how do you know that?"

"Noya is my best friend. He gets me without me having to say anything! Kinoshita and Narita might not talk too much but whenever I need someone they got my back!"

"And what about that sleepy guy?"

Ennoshita...he was diffrent."Enno he...honestly I don't know why someone like him is even friends with me. He's amaizing! He's smart, cool, a great player, he is funny and really fucking caring! I feel so lucky to even be allowed to be friends with him..."

"Dude that sounnds like you have a crush on him."Tanaka flushed. Did he like Ennoshita in that way? Honestly he didn't know...

He blamed Tanaka.

He had this habit, you know.

Ever since first year Tanaka would give everyone from their year on the team a flower before games.

When they got into second year these flowers even started to get more personal.

And Ennoshita started to get really intrested in them. Well actually he got really intrested in Tanaka...

He was gay and he knew it. He didn't bother telling everyone, if they found out they found out, if they didn't they didn't.Simple as that.

Tanaka though...he made him want to scream it off a rooftop for everyone to hear.

Ennoshita had it bad.

So what did he do?

Call the two saltiest setters he knew.

The door to his room flew open."What's up?", said the shorter of the two, Shirabu.

Yahaba Shigeru and Shirabu Kenjirou. Pretty, petty and his best friends for ages.

The two were childhood friends while they meet Ennoshita in middle school.

"Ah nothing much..." "This is about the baldy, isn't it?", damm Yahaba and his senior Oikawa for teaching him to be so perspective!

"Yeah yeah, sit down assholes."

The two had been in his room enough to make it feel like he was in one of their rooms and not his own.

Shirabu planted himself on the bed and Yahaba flopped down on the bunch of pillows stacked in the coner.

Ennoshita's eyes went a little big as he remembered what he had put on the bed where Shirabu was streched out on now. Luckly the copper haired setter had noticed it and pulled a small book out from under him.

Or not so luckly.

Ennoshita sadly had fogotten what teasig little bastards his best friends were.

"Ohoho what's this?" Ennoshita did not like the wierd glint in Shirabu's eyes.

Yahaba jumped up only to make grabby hands at the book. Shirabu pulled it away and the other pouted.

Ennoshita looked away and felt his cheeks heat up as his friends opened the book.

"Are you fucking kidding me, Chika? Did you really keep every single flower he ever gave you?" "...Yes. Now shut up Haba."

His friends only laughed.

Ennoshita was utterly fucked.

Yellow rose, frienship. For Noya.

Gladiolus, strength. For Kinoshita.

Iris, hope. For Narita.

Camellia, admiration...For Ennoshita.

He did like him like that.

Tanaka had thought about it a lot. The thought kept him up at night, it distracted him in practice, it was always there when he was in class and he couldn't even hold a real conversation because of it.Tanaka liked Ennoshita. He liked him a lot.

He had never thought about liking men but really it seemed so natural with Ennoshita.

Every snort at Tanaka's stupid jokes, every glare send to the other teams captain while shaking hands before games, every time Ennoshita fell asleep on his shoulder, every look filled with mischief, everything about his fellow 3rd year just made him love him a little bit more.

Love?Is this love? I like it...

Tanaka looked at the flower in his hand and smiled.

If this is love then I never want to not feel it.

Camellia, huh?

Flowers fascinated him.

Ennoshita had been studying them for some time now. Flower language fascinated him the most.

It was so interesting knowing you could express everything just through flowers!Generally, camellia flowers symbolize love, affection, and admiration. ... White camellias symbolize adoration and is given to someone who is well-liked. Pink camellias symbolize a longing for someone and is given to someone who is missed. Red camellias symbolize love, passion, and deep desire.

Tanaka gave him a pink camellia...

Longing? Does Tanaka maybe feel the same way after all? No that couldn’t be...am I just interpreting too much into this again? Maybe he isn’t even aware of their meanings.

“You’ve been staring at that flower for over a minute, dumbass.“

Ennoshita jumped.

“Could you stop breaking into my house, Yahaba? Shirabu?“ „Never.“ Said Shirabu and bit off of something that may be a muffin or a very squishy pice of shit.

“Shut up.“

“Why are you staring at the flower anyway? I mean doesn’t he give everyone one? Before like every match?“ that comment earned a hit over the head for Shirabu from Yahaba.

“It’s just because of the meaning of the flower...“

Yahaba raised an eyebrow but then light up:“Kyou sometimes tells me about flower language! His grandma has a flower shop!“

“Yeah yeah we get you’re in a relationship. Now shut up and let Chika tell us what goes on in that pretty little head of his.“

Karasuno‘s captain sighed and looked back at the flower.

“It‘s a camellia. A pink one at that! They mean adoration and longing...“

“Well that’s great! I guess your lover boy likes you back!“ sing songed Yahaba as he let his head fall off the bed.

“But what if I’m just interpreting too much into it?! What if he doesn’t actually know what they mean?! What if I’m just getting my hopes up for them to crash down?!“

“Hey calm the fuck down, Chika! Just ask him if he knows flower language and if yes then you can be pretty certain he gave the flower to you on purpose. It’s simple as that.“

“Yeah you might be right, Kenjirou...“

“And when you know he meant it you can just ask him out.“

“Omg Shigeru! How are you the one of us that is in a relationship?!“

“...Honestly I don’t know either. Kyou is just stupid.“, chuckled Yahaba but there was a fond expression on his face that made his best friends cringe.

“Hey Tanaka, I was wondering...do you know flower language?“

Tanaka almost spit out his drink.

Does he know? Why is he asking? Oh my god what am I supposed to do? No wait I have to say something! Uhhhhh

“Um yeah. My grandma owns a flowershop. Why?“

Smooth

“Oh that explains a lot! I was just interested because of the flowers you always get us.“

“Do you know it, Enno?“ „Huh?“ „Do you know flower language?“ „Oh.“

Ennoshita turned away and if his eyes weren’t playing a cruel prank on him he saw him blush a little.

“N-No not really...we should get to practice!“ and with that the new captain stood up from their place on the floor and went over to a couple of first years trying to receive Hinata and Kageyama‘s quick.

Some red camellias (love, passion), some light red carnations (admiration), lady’s mantle (comforting love), Stocks (beauty, a happy life and the bonds of affection), lavender roses (enchantment and love at first sight) and Hydrangae (gratitude for being understood).

It was a lot but it still wasn’t enough to express just how Ennoshita felt.

He had thought you could show exactly how you felt but he had been wrong apparently because holy shit...all these emotions could never be expressed in just one Bouquet.

This is stupid...why did I let Shigeru let me talk into this?

Several bad decisions let me to this...ok here goes nothing!

He knocked at the door to the Tanaka residence.

He put some flowers into the vase.

Daffodils

“Here, now it’s officially our new home!“, Tanaka exclaimed.

His boyfriend only chuckled and put down the last of the boxes.

“Come here, dumbass.“

Tanaka slung an arm around Ennoshita.

The flowers stood in front of a window while the sun was going down. It was beautiful.

The man with the shaved head turned to his boyfriend who was smiling slightly and looking out the window. The orange light of the sunset complement him very well.

Yeah...it was beautiful.

This was their home now. He loved it.

„Hey Chika, look at me.“ the groom looked up at one of his best friends as he fiddled with the Asters on Chikara‘s suit.

“You are going to be ok. You are marrying the love of your life. Calm the fuck down.“

“You have no right to say that Shige. You literally had a nervous breakdown before you and Kentarou got married!“ „Not important, Kenjirou!“

Chikara Ennoshita, soon to be Tanaka, chuckled at his groomsmen.

He is right. I’m marrying the love of my life...I’ll be ok.

Chikara was beautiful.

This was like a fever dream.

He was marrying the love of his life.

With a smile and a small tear Ryuunosuke Tanaka joined his husband.

He was happy.

„Your vows now please.“

Ryuu‘s eyes were filled with tears as Chikara looked down at his vows and back up to him.

Here goes nothing.

“It feels different. It’s good. You make me happy. Every word, every laugh, even every stupid little comment. It makes me happy. It’s not the same but I like it. Stupid isn’t it? The smallest little thing...it makes me happy. Every color seems a little brighter with you. I’d like to thank you. For nothing, for just being there, for everything, for loving me and all my flaws no matter what. So here it is...thank you for wanting to spend the rest of your Life with me.“

Ryuu was now just full out bawling while Chikara also started to shed a few tears.

„My turn!“ the taller now said and everyone laughed a bit.

“Love, passion, admiration, comforting love, beauty, a happy life and the bonds of affection, enchantment and love at first sight, gratitude for being understood. Those were the meanings of the flowers from the bouquet you confessed with. And honestly...yeah. All these fit, because damm Chika! I love you. I love you so fucking much. You thanked me for wanting to spent the rest of my life with you when in reality I should be the one thanking you.“

Chikara only shook his head while wiping away a few more tears.

“Even before you confessed- hell even before I knew I liked you, I always thought you were amazing. I always thought that you had to be crazy to let me stay and now...well I guess you are a mad man!“ another laugh from the audience.

“I guess I am...“ said Chikara with a fond smile on his lips and oh how Tanaka wanted to kiss those lips already.

To be honest Ryuu didn’t even know what was said after only staring at the man he was marrying.

“You may now kiss your husband!“

And kiss they did.

He has this habit, you know.

Every Friday Ryuu would try and get his husband at least one flower.

When he saw a pretty flower on the side walk he’d take it home.

When he walked past a flower shop he’d buy one.

When he came by his late grandma’s flower shop, now passed down to his cousin and his husband he’d buy one.

And Chikara would love it.

Every single time.

Because that’s just who Chikara Tanaka was.

And that was just why Ryuunosuke Tanaka loved him.

He has this habit, you know.

Ryuu would get him flowers every Friday and Chikara would keep them.

Every single one of them.

He had done it since first year of high school to be honest.

He would press every single flower he ever got from his husband and glue them into this book he owned.

By now it was almost completely full of flowers and it was already his second one!

Ryuu would love it.

Because that’s just who Ryuunosuke Tanaka was.

And that was just why Chikara Tanaka loved him.

He was in bed.

He was asleep.

He was peaceful.

...

He was dead.

No pulse.

No heart beat.

No breathing.

Dead.

There were tears. Tears everywhere.

No. No. Not yet. Please...

Hey hey! Look at his face...

Ryuu looked up at his dead husband for the first time since he woke up.

Chikara‘s face was peaceful, there was even a little smile on his lips and he was curled up the same way he always was hugging the place where Ryuu usually laid.

He was happy...so please let us be happy for him too...

Ryuunosuke couldn’t bring himself to really do anything at the funeral.

It was just too much.

But a little thing he did say:

“Love, passion, admiration, comforting love, beauty, a happy life and the bonds of affection, enchantment and love at first sight, gratitude for being understood. Those were the meanings of the flowers from the bouquet you confessed with. And honestly...yeah. All these fit, because really Chika...I love you. I love you so fucking much. You once thanked me for wanting to spent the rest of my life with you when in reality I should have been the one thanking you-“

Ryuunosuke broke out in tears.

“Hey Chika! How have you been? I’m pretty good even if it still isn’t the same without you...look what I got you.“

He has this habit, you know?

Every Friday Ryuunosuke Tanaka would go to the cemetery and lay down some flowers at a certain grave. He’d take the old ones back home as well.

Ryuunosuke kept on talking as he laid down a red tulip.

11 years ago he kissed this man and Never thought that in 11 years he couldn’t do that anymore.

But he knew Chikara wouldn’t want him to always grief.

So he tried to be happy. For Chikara.

“What’s this?“ Kentarou said looking at a small book.

“Give me that please!“

„Uh...ok. But what is it?“

Ryuunosuke looked down at the little book with a bittersweet smile.

“Chika put every flower I ever gave him into one of these...I still do it actually! I take home the old flowers from his grave and put them into here...“

Kentarou looked at him with a slightly sad smile and grabbed his husband by the hand.

Shigeru went through a lot as well regarding Chikara‘s death so he at least understood a bit.

Ryuu was happy to have the two.

He was sitting in his chair in their once shared bedroom, the sunset was shimmering through the blinds, there was a chrysanthemum in his hand and a little book spilling flowers on his chest.

A chest that wasn’t moving anymore...

With a smile and a small tear Ryuunosuke Tanaka joined his husband.

He was happy.

(The daffodil symbolizes rebirth and new beginnings.

Aster meanings include love and wisdom.

Tulips are the flower associated with the 11th wedding anniversary, as well.

In many countries in Europe, the chrysanthemum is placed on graves and viewed as a symbol of death.)

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