#i know my shit os fucked but. fuck the one fucking time i needed you you fuckikg lewve me for a boy

[thesoundofmadness]

damn I can't trust anyone huh

#the docs #its 3 am i need to sleep but like #being alone and having no friends to hang out with after school sucks ass but like. its safer #i cant hurt anyone and they cant hurt me #if i do something stupid i have no one but myself to blame #im still so fucking pissed abojt some bullshit thag happened years ago dude #i need to get the fuck over it but. why cant she be there for me the way ive been there for her #she relies on me for food and to cover jer shifts and to toak to people when she cant #but i cant rely on her to even fucking help me witj my bra after a shower #she can rant about her interests all she wanrs and ill listen but when i do it she gets so annoyed #she can ask me for help whenever but when i ask her for help she gets so annoyed #fucker i don't have anyone else you know that #you're the only fucker i got yet you act like im such a fucking burden to you #im tired. im so fucking tired. #i know my shit os fucked but. fuck the one fucking time i needed you you fuckikg lewve me for a boy #im so fucking tired.

[victorianbatman]

ATLA/LOK incorrect quotes

F, M & GN reader | every scenario without the readers gender being specified is Gender Neutral.

Bolin, on the phone with Mako: Mako, I need you to come pick me up.

Mako: Why?

Bolin: Y/n is busy passive-aggressively doing the dishes they asked me to do 6 hours ago.

Bolin: This house is not safe anymore.

-

Mako: Hey, whats for dinner?

Bolin: I cant tell you, its a soup-rise.

Mako: Is it soup?

Y/n: We soup-ose is could be.

Mako: Enough with the soup puns you two.

Bolin: Aww, you never soup-port our jokes.

[Five minutes later]

Mako: It was fucking tacos.

-

Mako: The stars look really pretty tonight.

Y/n: Yeah, they do.

Mako: You know who else looks pretty tonight?

Y/n: Asami.

Mako, at the same time: Korra.

Y/n: What?

Mako: What?

-

Toph: Do you do anything other than whine like a little bitch?

Y/n: Sometimes I whine like a BIG bitch.

-

Mako, not looking up from his book: What did she(Kuvira) do now?

Y/n: SHE SMILED!

Mako: At you?

Y/n: No, at her dumb friends, but she looks like an angel.

Mako: Go away, Y/n.

Y/n: Shut up, I watched you pine after Korra while in a relationship with Asami.

Mako: Go on.

-

Korra: We can bake these cookies at 400 degrees for 10 minutes or 4,000 degrees for 1 minute.

Lin: That’s not how you make cookies.

Y/n: FLOOR IT!

Bolin: How about 4,000,000 degrees for 1 second?

Lin: yOURE GONNA BURN THE HOUSE DOWN!!

Korra: IM GONNA HARVEST THE POWER OF THE FUCKING SUN TO MAKE COOKIES!!

Y/n&Bolin: DO IT!

Lin: NO-

-

Korra: I’m small, but knowing.

Tall!Y/n: You dont be knowing what the top of a shelf looks like though.

Korra: …

Tall!Y/n: …

Korra: Bitch.

-

Bolin and Mako watching Y/n from a distance chase a squirrel.

Bolin: Thats the person I see myself married to in the future.

Bolin: Thoughts?

Mako: …

Bolin: …

Mako: ..and prayers, bro.

-

Y/n: My autistic friend(book 1 zuko) is my favourite person on the planet. I asked if he would still be friends with me if I got a mullet and without looking up he said “we are not friends” like ok bestie.

-

Korra: Theres only one thing worse than losing.

[Tips over paper saying ‘losing Y/n’]

Y/n: Me.

Korra: No-

-

Y/n: Are you sure you’re ok?

Zuko, crying: Yeah, it’s just these onions, man.

Y/n: …

Zuko: …

Y/n: Those are potatoes.

-

[Asami, puts on chapstick]

Y/n: What flavour is that?

Asami: oh its [chapstick flavour].

Y/n: Lemme taste.

Asami: Sure.

[hands chapstick]

Y/n, kisses Asami

Y/n: Shit it does actually taste like [Chapstick flavour].

[Asami blushing like crazy]

-

Y/n: Aang, why do good people die young?

Aang: When you are in a garden full of flowers, which one do you pick?

Y/n: The ugly ones.

Aang: Exactly- wait wait what, why?

Y/n: Because ugly bitches dont belong in my garden.

-

Toph: Hi, im your doctor today, I’ll be drawing your blood as soon as I’m done with my capri sun.

[Misses the hole four times before finally getting the straw in]

[Y/n, sweats profusely]

-

Sokka: I have the sharpest memory, name one time I forgot something.

Y/n: You forgot me and Suki back in the fire nation 3 weeks ago.

Sokka: I did that on purpose, try again.

-

Y/n: Listen to me, love is a scam.

Bolin: You’re making a valentines card for Mako right now.

Y/n, points glue gun at him: You’re on thin fuckin ice.

-

Zuko: Whats with the napkin on the glass door?

Y/n: Aang keeps walking into the glass door, so I thought this might help.

Aang: Oh cool, a floating napkin!

[Walks into glass door]

#atla #lok #x reader #korra x reader #bolin x reader #mako x reader #asami x reader #sokka x reader #toph x reader #zuko x reader #aang x reader #atla x reader #lok x reader

[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

''closed for cleaning on mondays'' comes from a sign, right? where it had been like written in English first and then a translation request sent to some office for the Welsh part and the autoreply came back saying the closed for cleaning bit but it's in Welsh so the people sending the request think it's the text they wanted translated, so then the road sign reads like:

''[Closed for cleaning on Mondays, but in Welsh] // Llanfainpwllgwyngyll Regional Airport 5 km"

i thought I remembered some kind of story like that......

...this is a highly surreal ask to receive and I lowkey cannot work out if you Know and are baiting me or if the stars have just aligned weirdly that I am being asked this.

Okay so no, "Closed for cleaning on Mondays" is just an isolated joke by itself, thrown out because it's funny to think of a country being closed for cleaning. HOWEVER. I do know exactly what you're vaguely remembering (or possibly fully remembering and gleefully pretending otherwise *sus*).

A new road was built near a supermarket in Swansea into a residential area in 2008, so they needed a road sign to tell delivery lorries not to enter the road. Someone in the roads section of Swansea Council duly sent the sign text ("No entry for heavy goods vehicles. Residential site only") to be translated to their internal translation department.

What they got back was an email that said:

Nid wyf yn y swyddfa ar hyn o bryd. Anfonwch unrhyw iaith i'w gyfieithu i EMAIL ADDRESS os gwelwch yn dda.

I am not in the office at the moment. Please send any work to be translated to EMAIL ADDRESS.

At which point, the galaxy-brained individual who received that response went "Ah, excellent, my translation - WAIT. Something is Wrong with this translation."

And he looked at it, and examined it, and pondered it, and then went: "Hang on. My text didn't have an email address in it."

And he looked at it again, and examined it again, and pondered it again, and then went: "Hang on. I remember from school that 'Os gwelwch yn dda" means 'please'. My text didn't have the word please in it."

And he looked at it a final time, and examined it a final time, and pondered it a final time, and then went: "I have solved the mystery here. The translator is Wrong. I just need to remove that email address and 'please' and then it'll say what I want."

And thus this happened:

And that got picked up by Welsh media, and then UK media, and then international media, and even the New York Times or some shit reported it, and then MASSIVE FUCKING SCRUTINY descended upon, not the roads department of Swansea council who were actually responsible, but the translation department of Swansea Council, because this was considered Proof that we shouldn't have to put Welsh on road signs and we should all just let Welsh die.

And THAT meant the translators working for Swansea Council suddenly had to go through their out-of-office emails to prove that they're nice and clear and easy to understand and this wasn't their fault.

And one of those poor hapless translators, whose out-of-office email was suddenly being scrutinised by the New York Times as potential evidence that his job shouldn't exist and his language should be wiped out...

WAS MY HUSBAND.

DID YOU KNOW, TUMBLR USER GIRLWARLOCK

DID YOU KNOW THAT THIS IS PERSONAL

ARE YOU TOYING WITH ME

WHAT SORT OF POWER PLAY I'M

#WALES! #closed for cleaning on mondays #linguistics #asks

[daydreamabout]

3:15 (Oscar Diaz Imagine)

Summary: You're in a situationship with Oscar, not sure if you want to be official. Inspired by 3:15 by Russ. All I ever tried to do was help you understand and grow Light the way for truths that if not for me simply wouldn't show 'Less you get somebody else who's on my level, but you know That there's no one on my level, you gon' realize if you don't I wish you would own up to your flaws And just say that you're wrong when you're wrong Instead of actin' like you're right, then it turns into a fight Now you're stormin' out my house in the middle of the night “What's on your mind?” Oscar interrupted your few kisses. You were currently all over him in your bedroom, as usually. You pecked his soft lips one more time and sighed “I don't think you should do it tomorrow.” you spoke softly. Your lover's dark eyes looked at you for a few seconds before he frowned “Don't start this shit again.” The anger about the same situation started to boil within you, so you got off of Oscar and laid on your back. “What is your problem?” you spat at him. The sudden tension in the room was obvious. He suddenly sat on the edge of your bed and gave you an intimidating look over his right. “I don't think we're close enough to have this kind of conversation!” “Wow.” You didn't know how else to react. He was obviously refering to the fact that you weren't sure how to label your 'thing'. You cared, a lot. But he was part of a gang and you cared too much about other people's opinions too. “I think you should go home. ”you let out bluntly without thinking. He turned his head away from you and let out a dry laugh “You know.... I fucking might!” and stormed off. ***

How come when I love somebody, part of me don't wanna stay? Every time I get too close, I just start pushing them away I know, I know Maybe I just wanna leave before they try to leave me first Maybe I don't wanna need 'em 'til they say they need me first I know, I know (yeah, yeah, yeah) Damned if I do, damned if I don't Drank Tequila, I can't drive home Hard to play cool, heart belongs to you I know that if I show that I keep my walls up, if you want me then you better start to climb WoMen who love me aren't rare WoMen who mean it hard to find Somethin' tells me that I'm right about you Please, don't prove me wrong They say love's a song for fools We're wise enough to sing along  “Back off!” you raised your voice and pushed the guy to the side. You were frustraded, ended up at someone's houseparty, drank enough Tequila to not drive home by yourself, but not enough to forget about Os. The porch made an exceptable place to sit down for a bit and re-think your previous thoughts. You wanted him. All to yourself. So you took all your courage and dialed his number. Oscar picked up after a while, but did not say anything. You could just see the seconds of the phonecall on your screen. “Can you pick me up?” you asked carefully. You could hear him sigh into the phone. “Where are you?” *** It took about 20 minutes until you could see the familiar red car pull into the street. You slowly got up and neared yourself the sidewalk. The car came to stand right in front of you, but before you even had the chance to get in, your lover already got out. He stood right in front of you and looked deep into your eyes. “You're in my head.” you said while pointing to your temple. The alcohol was definitely kicking. His eyes softened and you felt like there was a slight smile on his lips. He took your hand in his and placed a soft kiss on it “Get in the car, Y/N. ” You continued to stare into his eyes. “I want everyone to know about us. ” His face seemed to light up a bit. He pulled you in and kissed your forehead before whispering in your ear “Get in babe, we'll talk about it tomorrow.”

But now it's hard to breathe I'm not in love, it's just a game we do I tell myself I'm not that into you But I don't wanna sleep, it's quarter after three And now it's hard to breathe I'm not in love, it's just a thing we make We're skin on skin, I need this spell to break, oh But I don't wanna go, and I know that you know You're in my head like

#oscar diaz #oscar diaz x reader #oscar diaz imagine #oscar diaz fluff #spooky imagine #on my block #on my block imagines #freeridge #oscar diaz imagines #spooky imagines #angst #relationship #russ #songfic #oscar diaz fanfiction #oscar diaz oneshot #cesar diaz #ruby martinez #monse #jamal #netflix #netflix series

[punkeropercyjackson]

Ultimately the reason Percabeth is such horrifically bad ship yet gets praised so much is that while Percy and Annabeth canonically love eachother,they also canonically don't like eachother LMAO.Percy's constantly wishing Annabeth was extremely different than who she actually is because he finds her unbearable and hard to be around and finds escapism in being around people who're unlike her with the biggest example being him having been in love with Rachel before they settled into still close exes

There's also his friendships with the Grace Sibs,Thalia had infinitely better progress with him in TTC than Annabeth has in the entire saga and he admires her a lot more too and it's a running theme that Jason is Annabeth's opposite and Percy became instant best friends with him upon first meeting and all three of their first meetings are more charming and unique than Percy saying his type is princess-y girls in his narration but Annabeth hating being seen as one because she's gnc and 'You drool when you sleep'.I also think if anybody is Percy's cosmically intertwined soulmate it's not any s/os but Nico and Hazel and by that i mean in a found siblings with him also being their pseudo-parent way.All their dynamics are interesting and richen their characters and they're from different time periods which only adds to how special their bond is

And on Annabeth's end.......She kinda straight up hates his existense.She's always talking about how stupid he is and that he's useless without her and i get that Rick tried to sell it as affectionate teasing but she's angered by it so often it's obvious it's just Rick being a cishet nt white old man.She gets angered by finding him attractive too?????This trope can be good but Percy never actually does anything,he's literally just existing and that includes not actively pursuing her back since he dosen't want her even half as much as she thinks she wants him.It's rare compared to her mean-spirited comments he explicitly never consented to and finds unnecessary and one of the many thing's he wishes she wasn't and he never returns her physical assaults so 'they're demigods and it's normal!' excuse dosen't add up

Yeah,they're dating in canon and gonna get married.Percy's also gonna not only go to college but a demigod college when again and again and AGAIN he says he dosen't want to be a half-blood and he's only going so he can live out a traditional lifestyle with Annabeth so so much for 'his thether to his mortal side' i guess.Annabeth never got any shit from Poseidon like Percy did Athena or terrorizing like Aphrodite does everybody else she talks to and Percy was forced to narratively forgive Luke,again,only because of Annabeth when he groomed him for a bit and abused him tons too and it's so vile to gaslight us into thinking Luke was anything but a serial pedophile and beyond far right to Percy's lifelong outcasthood and anarchy and Annabeth as a direct victim of his sick sexual 'interests' in plausible deniability font due to being a pg series.Percabeth is the peak cishet romance norms taken up to 12 like the Olympians and it's embarrasingly obvious nobody saying they're t4t has ever been in a transmasc4transfem relathionship

That's why this moment is so fucking depressing.She knows him and she dosen't like any of what he is and he dosen't say it outloud because he's scared of the truth,that he ended up with the wrong person,that he fucked up again and she's hollower whenever she's around him because she exists FOR him and for almost nothing else.They weren't eachother's choice,they were eachother's destiny decided by everyone but themselves.This fucks up my autistic ass so much man,no wonder i only ever liked that lesbian!Percabeth au with transfemme Percy and butch Annabeth that was popular when i was a kid,that's deadass the only way you can make it work,they'd need an entire rehaul but at this point i don't care to try because the shippers don't deserve it after how demonic they've been since the 2000s.Percabeth was never a good ship,you were just a tween

#anti percabeth #percy jackson #annabeth chase #percy jackson defense squad #pro annabeth chase #rachel elizabeth dare #thalia grace #jason grace #nico di angelo #hazel levesque #anti luke castellan #perseo jackson #black percy #latino percy #autistic percy jackson #transfem percy jackson #bigender percy jackson #punk!percy #team parent percy jackson #pro perachel #t4t jercy #nico percy and hazel #leah is our annabeth #black big three kids #pjo #anti rick riordan #cisheteronormativity #💌 #summerposting #pedophillia tw

[ladykailitha]

Little Runaway Part 3

Part 1 Part 2

Steve was still asleep when Eddie got home. Or at least back to sleep. He sat down on the bed next to him and gently shook his shoulder.

“Hey man, wake up,” he said. “You need to eat too.”

Steve stirred and looked up at him bleary eyed. “What time is it?”

“After eight.”

Steve struggled to sit up as he rubbed his eyes. “AM?”

“PM,” Eddie replied.

Steve bolted upright. “The fuck?”

“Did you not wake up before now?” Eddie frowned. “You must have been running on empty to sleep that long.”

Steve buried his head in hands. “I’ve just been napping when I can because I can’t have a cop or someone I know spotting me and it getting back to my dad.”

“Come on,” he said. “Food first. And then you are going to tell me everything if you want to stay one more night. Because there is something you aren’t telling me. Because your dad is hunting you. And those ribs tell me a story that’s deeper than you two got into it.”

Steve ran his fingers over his mouth and gasped. “Yeah. I owe that much.”

Eddie helped him to his feet and was pleased to note that Steve barely winced.

Steve sat on the sofa while Eddie cooked them up something to eat. Eddie brought another bowl of Spaghetti-Os and handed it to him. They ate in silence.

Once Eddie had set the bowls in the sink, he stood in front of Steve and folded his arms.

“All right, Harrington, talk.”

“My parents are never home,” Steve began. “Like ever. It’s how I got away with all the parties and the booze and weed. Not like my dad cared. Even if there was no sign of any of that in the house, I would still get accused of the worst shit imaginable. The things kids say about you in the halls at school? Ain’t got nothing on what my dad says to my face. Usually with a belt. But sometimes his fists.”

“Holy shit, how do people not notice?” Eddie asked. “You take showers after PE and practices for swim and basketball? How the hell did no one notice?”

Steve barked out a bitter laugh. “No one cared, man. Boys will be boys. And like I said he wasn’t home a lot. So the beatings were far enough apart no one made the connection that I would only get bruised up when my parents were home.”

“That’s messed up, Steve,” Eddie said.

He shrugged. “Anyway so he comes home and he finds this magazine that one of the kids left over. On D&D. And he starts flipping out about Satanic panic and how I was going to burn in hell.”

“You don’t play D&D,” Eddie pointed out dumbly, trying to make sense of it all.

“Nope. Even pointed out that the name and address on the magazine weren’t mine,” Steve said, scoffing. “But he wasn’t having it. As usual.”

“And he started hitting you over that?” Eddie asked.

“Ah, well...” Steve said. “You see I may have told him that if I was going to hell for anything, it’s wasn’t going to be for D&D.”

Eddie’s jaw dropped. “What did you tell him?”

Steve licked his lips and bit the bottom one. “I may have told him that I liked boys.”

Eddie’s eyes went wide and he leaned forward a little. “Come again?”

Steve looked down at his clenched hands. “It wasn’t my proudest moment.”

“Is it true?” Eddie slammed a hand over his mouth. “Sorry, sorry. I shouldn’t have asked.”

Steve shook his head. “Nah, man. It’s fine. And yeah, it’s true. So anyway, he pushed me, I broke his nose, he beat the shit of me, I managed to crawl away while he was looking for his belt.”

“He wasn’t wearing one?” Eddie asked. Stupid questions were just becoming his forte today.

“He had been exercising or something because he was in sweats,” Steve said with a shrug. “Doesn’t matter. All that matters is that he wasn’t wearing it. And my mom convinced him to go the doctor for his nose. While they were gone, I packed up all my things and piled it all in my car and ran away.”

“Holy fuck,” Eddie said sitting down next to Steve on the sofa. “But that doesn’t explain why he’s still looking for you a week later. I get trying to come for a couple days after but still, after a week?”

Steve got up and grabbed his bag. He brought it back over to the sofa. He opened it up and dumped the contents on the floor. Eddie frowned and picked up one of the photos.

“What’s all this?” Eddie asked.

“All the evidence my mom has compiled over the years about my dad’s many affairs.”

“And he wants this back?”

“Yup!” Steve said. He began shoving the pictures back in his bag when the door to the trailer banged open.

“Wayne!” Eddie exclaimed surprised. “I thought you weren’t coming back until Monday.”

Wayne huffed. “We got rained out. From the moment we got there it started and refused to stop. So we packed up and headed home.”

Eddie was on his feet, trying to come up with a reason Steve Harrington was on their sofa, but all he could do was move his mouth up and down.

“Who we got here?” Wayne asked.

Steve looked up and Wayne gasped. He turned to Eddie. “What did I tell you about picking up strays and bringing them home?”

Eddie scoffed. “This one was dropped off on the doorstep.”

Steve kept looking back and forth between them like a fucking tennis match.

“Who did that to your face, son?” Wayne asked, turning to Steve.

“Well, Mr Munson, as I was telling your nephew, my dad took a disliking to it when I came out as liking men,” Steve murmured.

“You like Eddie then, gay?” Wayne asked, jutting his head toward his nephew.

Steve looked up at Eddie in shock.

“What you think your friends were just tossing that around for fun?” Eddie bit out.

Steve shrugged. “I did.”

“Was that before or after you realized you liked guys?” Eddie snapped.

“Hey! I didn’t say that it was right,” Steve bit out. “I just said that I’ve used it as insult before. And yeah it was after. Yeah, I know that makes me a hypocrite or whatever. But I’ve been through shit you don’t even know and I have tried to be a better person. But whatever you may think, I didn’t deserve this!” He pointed at his eye.

“Whoa, whoa,” Wayne said. “Everyone just calm down. I didn’t mean to out ya, Eddie. I thought he knew with him being here and all.”

Eddie and Steve looked down at the floor and then at each other guiltily.

“Let’s just take it one step at a time,” Wayne said. He pulled up a chair sat down in front of them. Eddie sat down next to Steve.

Eddie tried to ignore the butterflies when Steve murmured his apologies.

“Yeah, I’m sorry, too,” he said.

“Great,” Wayne said. “Now that we have the apologies out of the way. Are you gay?”

Steve shook his head. “Yeah. Yeah, I think I am. But, um...I’ve known for a while what I was.”

“So how did Clint find out?” Wayne asked.

Steve frowned. He rarely heard anyone call his dad anything but Mr Harrington. “We had an argument where he said was going to hell for playing D&D and I told him that I wouldn’t because I don’t play.”

“But that you’d go to hell for liking boys?” Wayne supposed.

“Yes, sir,” Steve said.

“And you’re lying low here, why?”

Steve explained everything a second time and how he was on the run because he had something his dad wanted back.

“I’ll be taking that,” Wayne said, reaching his hand out for the bag.

“But, sir…” Steve said.

“I’ll keep it safe for you, in case you run into him again, you can honestly say you don’t have it anymore.”

The tension in Steve’s shoulders melted as he handed it over to him.

“Who knows you’re here?” Wayne asked.

“Just you two and Dustin Henderson,” Steve muttered.

“Good,” Wayne said. “I’m going to add just one more person, if that’s okay with you.”

Steve looked petrified. “I don’t know about that, sir. I don’t want anyone getting hurt if my dad comes after them.”

Eddie’s heart clenched. Okay, maybe Steve had changed. His first worry was someone else getting hurt. The Steve he knew would have thrown them under the bus if meant he got out of trouble.

“I’m pretty sure Jim Hopper can take care of himself,” Wayne said with a wink.

Steve visibly relaxed again. “Yeah, okay. But maybe have us meet elsewhere. I‒”

“You worried about your dad following you back here?” Eddie asked.

Steve looked down at his hands. “Maybe I should just go.”

“Go where, son?” Wayne asked.

“I don’t know,” Steve whined, “but I don’t want people getting hurt, not for me, not because I’m coward.”

Wayne and Eddie looked over at each other and come to a silent agreement. Steve was staying with them permanently.

“Running away from a bigger threat that you can’t beat isn’t cowardice,” Wayne said gently. “It’s smart.”

“You wouldn’t throw a level one character at a challenge rated monster of 10,” Eddie said, agreeing.

“I don’t know what you just said,” Steve said helplessly.

“Challenge rating is how badass the monster is. The higher the number the deadlier it is. And is based on a party of four adventurers. So what I’m saying is one level one dude is going get punted by a CR 10.”

“Bad?” Steve asked, not quite sure he got the reference.

“Very bad,” Eddie confirmed. “So we’re going to form a party. So far you’ve got me and Wayne, and if Hopper is cool, him, too. You’ve got people who are willing to go to bat for you, let them.”

“But you don’t know me,” Steve said, voice cracking from the emotion.

“No,” Wayne agreed. “But I know Clint and I can tell from just five minutes with ya that you aren’t anything like him.”

Steve shook his head.

“Boy, you just tried to protect two fully grown men twice your age without a second thought,” Wayne growled. “Clint would have thrown us under the bus and found a way to make himself out to be the martyr.”

“Besides,” Eddie said, bumping Steve’s shoulder, “Dustin loves you and he would kick my ass if I let anything happen to you.”

Steve laughed. “Yeah, okay. But only because I don’t want to see you get your ass kicked by a fifteen year old.”

Wayne laughed. “I’m going to have to meet this Dustin kid.”

Eddie blushed.

Steve stared at the blush with open mouthed wonder and Wayne just shook his head.

Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Epilogue

Tag List: @homohomohoe

#My writing #stranger things #steddie #gay steve harrington #abuse tw #ladykailtiha writes

[asimpwithfreetime]

Patching them up! [Various!Tokyo Revengers x reader]

I don’t mention the reader’s gender so it’s open for everyone.

[Not from a specific arc but it is set between the very beginning and the end of Tenjiku Arc, you choose]

Various!Toman x reader [Fluff]

A/N: Even though reader is closer to Toman, everyone is “friendly” with you, like EVERYONE. Also, English isn’t my mother tongue and I might make some mistakes. If that’s the case, please correct me.

AU: Everyone is alive, but Draken and Emma are not dating. (I love Emma but I also love Draken and I am going to be a little bit self-indulgent with it).

Warnings: cursing, violence, graphic descriptions of injuries (nothing to gore but I want to warn beforehand), Baji is a little bit of a menace, maybe they are a little bit OOC lol.

• After a fight, everyone is pretty fucked up, like literally everyone has at least an injury.

• Thankfully, this time no one hears sirens so it is safe to stay there for a little while. Since everyone is so beaten up, they don’t have the energy to fight anymore and casually just sit on different sides os the place they fought on like 15 minutes ago.

• As you are a good friend, you bought a bunch of first aid kits because you knew this guys would get hurt during the fight. As you are closer to Toman’s members, you get to their side with a weak smile on your face.

• Quickly, Baji, Draken, Mikey and Mitsuya take what they need and mutter a “thank you” before walking away.

• Smiley, being a smart guy, smirks at them before slyly walking up to you, a soft smile on his face now. “Y/n, can you patch me up? My muscles are so sore I can’t do it myself”.

•He knows how worried you are about them and how your attention will be fully on him just to make sure he’s alright.

•The others huff in annoyance. “That little shit!” some of them think. Even the guys from the other sides look jealous of the attention Smiley is getting given.

• You start to carefully patch Smiley up, your face of pure focus makes his heart skip a beat, “So cute!~” he thinks.

•When you have finished up, you give him a soft hug, trying not to hurt him.

•Before anyone can react, Angry goes up to you too, you aren’t facing him, since you are now scolding his brother softly as he had been reckless out there.

•You feel a tender tug on your shirt and know exactly who’s behind you.

•As you turn around you can see Angry with his usual scowl, and you also see the bruises that are forming and some cuts. You sigh as you take his hand into yours to make him sit close to his brother, with that you notice some injuries in his knuckles as well.

•Now everyone that has a crush on you is literally fuming, the twins had outrun them and also they were getting your full atención. Baji, Mikey, Draken and Mitsuya are regretting not letting you patch them up. Everyone sees how tender you are and how caring you do your thing while you are to oblivious to all of it.

•Angry flinches at some of the treatments you are giving his injuries and mumbling softly he puts his hand up for you to hold and you do it dearly. (Who would say no to this beautiful boy?)

• As you finish up, you can see Takemichi going away, probably to ask Hina to patch him up.

• And then, you turn around, seeing Mikey, Baji, Chifuyu, Draken, Mitsuya and surprisingly Hakkai looking at you with a somewhat intimidating yet pleading look on their faces.

• “Patch me up first, I am the leader after all” Mikey says with a smile on his face, pretending that blood isn’t leaking from his forehead.

•You sigh tugging him towards the makeshift nurse office you have created during Smiley’s and Angry’s moments.

•Mikey sits cheerfully with his eyes looking at your every move. Once you turn to look at him, a little bewildered with their behavior, the boys behind you start fighting, as if they hadn’t just had a huge fight.

• He likes to tease you and I feel like he would literally lick your hand if he thinks you are not giving him your FULL attention. (By lick I don’t mean a huge ass lick that leaves your hand full of saliva [Unless you are into those things] I mean a soft kitty-like lick just to startle you enough).

•Draken and Baji are literally looking at him with “death” written all over their eyes. Mitsuya and Chifuyu are reasoning with one another, knowing that both of them will get their turn “eventually” and Hakkai is just there, questioning his life choices while he waits patiently like a good boy.

•Once you are done with patching Mikey up he will DEMAND you give a kiss to his forehead, to cure faster. If you do it, prepare to have to kiss every bruise and bandage in his arms and face (as you aren’t dating he doesn’t ask for anything else).

•If looks could kill, Mikey would be dead. Like, everyone who has a crush on you in Toman will literally be glaring daggers at him.

• After Mikey is pleased, he will get up and hug you softly. Then it would be Draken’s turn as he literally shoved Baji away.

•If you chuckle at his antics, I swear he would give you heart-shaped eyes, but only for half a second because he has to keep his “strong man” facade.

•Draken is pretty stubborn when getting patched up, he will let you do your thing but he will be huffing as if he was FORCED to be cured by you. In the very depths of his heart, he is jumping up and down to how much he loves your attention on him.

•Please, PLEASE, re-do his braid as it was messed up during the fight. The feeling of your fingers combing his hair and then doing the braid has him blushing and suddenly being quiet.

•He enjoys how careful you are putting bandaids and bandages all over him. He will thank you later and pat your head with a wide smile on his face.

•Baji comes next, being a little brat. He will let you do your thing will using any given moment to make you blush and fluster you.

•He will be chill about you patching him up, but he will jokingly bite your hand if you are to close to his face.

•Also, even if he hides it, he is ticklish in his sides, if he ever gets and injury there and he feels the soft touch of your fingers, he will let out a chuckle and then will try to hide it as a cough.

•He loves the attention you give him in moments like this.

• Once he is up, he will ruffle your hair while saying thanks.

•Now, Mitsuya and Chifuyu weren’t getting into terms so they threw a coin in the air to see who was getting your attention first. Hakkai in the meantime sat by your side and silently (with pleading eyes and his characteristic shyness) and you will happily comply.

• The coin will fall on Peh-yan’s forehead, I am sure of it, but it still proves that Chifuyu goes first. With a huff, Mitsuya will let him.

• Taking care of Hakkai is relaxing for you. He is the only one sat completely rigid until you caress his face or something. He looks so stiff and scared that you take your time patching him up, he appreciates it.

•Late, Chifuyu will take his place. He will smile fondly at you even though he is pretty beaten up. Chifuyu is a blushing mess, any touch of yours sends chills up and down his spine. (So sweet).

•He will help you and will move to your every command. He will also, shyly, ask you to hold his hand if rubbing alcohol stings to much.

•And last but not least, Mitsuya. You are so glad he is so patient. With a soft smile he will sit down, looking at you with tranquil eyes.

•He doesn’t flinch much at anything, siting straight and being chill with you. He will make a small conversation with you (all of them would probably do it in their turn). But his small conversation is really sweet, and he will talk about his sisters, which wants your heart.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo rev headcanons #Tokyo revengers fanfic #tokyo rev fluff #tokyo rev x y/n #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev x you #Tokyo revengers imagine #chifuyu matsuno #tokyo revengers chifuyu #chifuyu x reader #draken #tokyo rev draken #ken ryuuguji imagines #ken ryuuguji #draken x y/n #draken x you #manjiro x you #manjiro sano #mikey x reader #tokyo rev mikey #toman mitsuya #mitsuya takashi #mitsuya x you #hakkai shiba #tr takemichi #baji keisuke #baji x reader #smiley tokyo revengers #angry tokyo revengers

[captainwholecake]

May I have a headcanon for Ace, Law and Luffy react to having a s/o who is a smart scientist???

a/n: Law would be into it tell me otherwise

warnings: Ace and Law being into it with no context given what so ever

——

Portgas D. Ace

* someone please tell me where this is from exactly because it’s so fucking cute I love him 🥺🥺

This himbo of a man would absolutely be into it

He would think of it being fucking cool

Absolutely wil brag about how smart his s/o is too

Strongly into the lab coat

most likely would try to get his s/o test shit on him and they would be like NOO

like that child having a knife vine/meme type of bullshit

I imagine it would like dexters lab situation with dexters sister being ace and all

Probably be in the corner when his s/o is working on stuff

the small part of me who loves seeing this man sulk is in tears rn

Marco and Thatch definitely had to physically hold him back so he doesn’t bother his s/o a few times

Thatch would want some science action to see if would make his cooking *chef kiss* level like isn’t already

I believe he steals his s/o lab coats

Trafalgar Law

* y’all see that tiktok of someone saying every time they draw laws hands they want to you know to put c*m coming off his fingers and its to the CONNOR! military sounding audio or whatever ? Anyways

Couples who science together say together

HES A DOCTOR HE DOES HALF THAT SHIT ANYWAYS

Would still be really into it tho

Probably because I see him being really into trying to use him doctor shit on his s/o and it not working because you know but despite that he’s really into it for some reason

Law and s/o definitely joined forces for certain things like idk meds

he started wearing lab coats and shit because of them

AJDJEJD I’m imagining him talking to Rosie or some shit in this head going see what you did to me you bastard you got me

Penguin and Shachi definitely tease him for this

(Looks up shachi to make sure I spelled his correct) (sees what happened post wano 🫥🫥)

Bepo just confused and only ikkaku of all the other members knows whats up (SHES A QUEEN OKAY)

I genuinely don’t know what else to say OHHH

Do you think he would tell his s/o about his white lead disease

Monkey D. Luffy

* the moment I find where this is from its over for you bitches

this himbo but not the same level as his brother would think it would the coolest fucking thing in the world

LOOK AT ME AND TELL ME IM WRONG

Chopper and his s/o are besties no context needed

*loud banging fist on table* Do you think he would wrap his hands around his s/o’s waist or you know something like that and ask them everything but in a really polite way because he’s genuinely curious about it ????

I DIDNT PLAN TO SIMP FOR LUFFY IN THIS LISTEN TO ME ON THIS PLEASE

I feel like every one on the crew would be surprised expect for robin and jimbei (that reminds me I need to repost a reel I saw on insta related to my robinxfranky agenda)

Wears his s/os lab coats for fun (like wearing your s/os jacket you know)

AJDJD IMAGINE during the time Law was with them after punk hazard and hes sees Luffy wearing one and is majorly confused

He’d probably think he was going crazy then nami or someone explains to him the situation

I feel like I made Luffy’s more like Ace and Ace’s more like Luffy with how they would act

Uhh their brothers so it doesn’t matter

All around, mans would love his s/o and their profession for multitude of reasons

#one piece #one piece imagines #one piece scenarios #one piece scenario #one piece headcanons #monkey d luffy x reader #monkey d. luffy #portgas d ace x reader #portgas d ace #trafalgar d. water law #trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar law #anime imagine #anime imagines #one piece x reader #straw hats #straw hat pirates

[raibebe]

Hiii so i'm new here and I saw your "send me jeno reqs" post and I NEED to do this req👉🏻👈🏻

One os where Jeno is jaemin's friend and you are jaem lil sis? But instead of meeting each other from jaemin's side, you both meet at a party (party that leads into some other things uhuuum ☝🏻)

Thanks in advice hehe, and sorry if my grammar its a lil bad

“Shit, fuck,” Jeno cursed, forcing his eyes to stay open so he didn’t miss a single thing despite wanting nothing more than to just bask in the pleasure of having his cock sucked. The music blasting in the living room was muffled in the small, upstairs bathroom, not loud enough to cover up the filthy slurping noises you made when you bobbed your head up an down his length.

“Didn’t take you for a loud one,” you giggled, stroking Jeno’s cock in a tight fist while catching your breath. “You thought about doing this?” He groaned, winding one of his hands into your hair to guide you back down his cock. Instead of answering, you relaxed your throat around him so he could easily push you until your lips were stretched around the base of his cock, your nose touching his skin.

“Fuck, you dive me insane,” he cursed when you had the audacity to look up at him, the tears swimming in your eyes making them sparkle in the light. “That’s the point,” you heaved, spitting the saliva that had built up in your mouth onto his cock so you could use both hands to jerk him off in a tight fist, the squelching sound pornographic.

“Jeno? You in there?” A voice suddenly pulled Jeno from his dazed state, loud knocks rattling the door. Panic ran down his spine when he recognized his best friends voice. Jaemin and him were close but he wasn’t about to let him know that he was getting the best head of his life right now.

“Come on, tell him,” you whispered, a mischievous grin on your lips as you held Jeno’s cock up to mouth at his balls instead. “Y-yeah,” Jeno called out to his friend, biting into his hand to keep his moans at bay and praying that the music outside was loud enough to cover up the slick sounds of your mouth. “Dude, have you seen my sister? I can’t find her anywhere.” “Your sister?” “Black top, skirt, wears a necklace saying Nana,” Jaemin explained.

For the second time within minutes, Jeno’s blood ran cold as he looked down to where you were kneeling on the floor, your silver necklace twinkling when you leaned back to mouth at the underside of his cock, not caring a single bit about the saliva ruining your makeup. “What?” You whispered, a Cheshire grin on your lips that suddenly seemed way too familiar to Jeno, “You gonna tell him?”

“I- No, haven’t seen her,” Jeno lied through his teeth, immediately getting rewarded by having his cock deepthroated again, the tight and wet feeling making him go crosseyed and he swore he just saw his creator for a split-second. “Shit,” Jeno vaguely heard Jaemin curse, the sound of his blood rushing in his ears too loud, “Find me downstairs and help me look for her when you’re done.”

For an excruciating second, Jaemin was quiet, probably expecting an answer from Jeno before he heard him run off again. “Fuck, you didn’t tell me you were Jaemin’s sister.” “Would you have let me do this if you knew?” You chuckled, filthily slapping his cock onto your outstretched tongue before suckling at the tip, all while innocently blinking up at him.

“If I knew what I was missing out on,” he groaned, grabbing a fist full of your hair to force you down his cock again that twitched when Jeno thought about how dirty he was for fucking his best friend’s sister’s throat like this at his own party. But the shame burning down his neck only made his pleasure that much sweeter.

#jeno #lee jeno #nct #nct dream #jeno smut #jeno imagines #jeno scenarios #jeno drabbles

[stromuprisahat]

You came here for Ravka. I came here to chain you to my stove.

Siege and Storm- Chapter 18

Skip your duties (that can help feed the country) to watch me be cool doing stuff! Anyone less important would do it for me!

This could've been sweetly melancholic if:

a.) The country they live off weren't collapsing and a few of Alina's lightballs could grant them at least a drop of much needed resources.

b.) Grisha don't get sick... and what has Alina's childhood, adolescence and life in Cofton been like? Malyen truly isn't bothered by it, is he? Either he's an idiot, who didn't connect the dots, and doesn't see it as weird, that Alina HAD been sick for such a long time, or he simply doesn't give a shit.

c.) Other Grisha... if he can't have her as ordinary otkazat'sya, he's willing to settle for ordinary Grisha. As long as she's NOT special, and has plenty of time to focus on him.

d.) As stupid as their party date was, it could've been something to distract Alina from her duties and the pressure put on her. This wouldn't be even spending time WITH Mal, just watching him be the skilled cool guy.

e.) Of course he hates the place that made Alina MORE than him. If it weren't for her time in Little Palace, she wouldn't even think about wanting more than to follow him around like a lost puppy.

Perhaps put some effort in it?

If Mal can so miraculously fit in everywhere, what's stopping him from taking his duties seriously? Not just mope around near Alina, but try to truly become captain of her guards? Learn about strategies and best ways to protect her, exercise and train action with the twins, look for more guards, train them and WITH them, consult Botkin...

Do more than just go where he's invited, act as if he WANTED to PROFESSIONALLY protect Alina instead of playing hero, when others can see it?!

Not to mention he can make himself useful even at those parties. If he does notice nobles hate Grisha, he can at least make a list. They're careless around him, why not listen? Why not consult with Nikolai to learn who they might need?!

He isn't there for Alina, he's there to drag her back into obscurity as soon as an opportunity arises.

Now, that he's doing something FOR Alina, he misses their period of stagnation, when she was slowly killing herself.

He admits it, while caressing her self-mutilation scar aptly representing their relationship.

And here Alina should pull: Never deign to deny. Instead her puritan shame kicks in.

I know Malyen isn't friends with anyone in Os Alta, but if he weren't such a jerk, he could've catch Nikolai for a moment and discuss a strategy. It's not like Kolya doesn't have an interrest in this too. ...and knows how to deal with Court gossip.

I think "We need to discuss what to do about everyone thinking you're a whore." could be added to post-strategy discussions with Alina too. If Malyen can sit in Alina's council AND act like her captain of guard, they deffinitely DO have to spend time together.

If only he'd become interested in reality and its requirements, quit seeing himself as a knight in shining armour, destined to save feeble helpless Alina, and acted according to her actual needs and requirements.

Perhaps sort his priorities differently and instead of bringing up his one-night-stand with Zoya and inviting Alina to make fun of Suli focus on your damn fucking job!

And you didn't read my mind!

And Alina accepts all the blame.

This could be Malyen spiralling. Or simply jumping to another reproach as soon as Alina attempts to address the previous one.

valid concern

digging into Alina's fear of corruption

reminding her right after she chose it (so the stress is really her own doing)

Yup! This is the crux of the matter.

Alina might operate under faulty assumptions, she had to be physically dragged back to Ravka, but eventually she's attempting to DO something.

Malyen saw what the system does to people like him, to his friends... so he decided to pack his gf and bail on it all. And when he finds himself back in the middle of it all, he's simply waiting to drag her away from it again, no matter what SHE wants.

The Collar is temporary, her position of Saint is temporary, her leadership of Second Army too.

They reacted to life-changing events in a way that made them two diametrically opposite people, but Mal's sticking around in hope for Alina's regression. And eventually he gets exactly that for all his trouble.

I'll keep the rest for an extra post since some extra shady bitch is chiming in.

#Grishaverse #S&S Chapter 18 #Alina Starkov #Malyen Oretsev #grishanalyticritical #self centred and paranoid #Siege and Storm #Grisha trilogy #V #books #quotes #Leigh Bardugo #anti Malina #anti Mal #This is horrible. #The way he treats her #the way her upbringing and issues kick in to support him...

[p0rchc0ll4ps3]

If I don't figure out a lot of minute worldbuilding details about the disco elysium universe I'm going to explode

A 50 cent euro coin fell out of my pocket yesterday and when I picked it up I got this insane need to fucking draw currency

And architecture. God I want to draw architecture. Cityscapes. Food???? Economy. Fuck man. I need to grasp the culture I need to know it you can't have such extensive politics and factions and countries and cities and have NO MAP and NO PRESENTATION OF DIFFERENT ARCHITECTURAL STYLES OVER TIME AND WHAT COUNTRIES THEYRE INFLUENCED BY and NO FOOD. AT ALL

god imagine if they had to take breakfast lunch and dinner breaks. If I could see the fucking menu and the fucking prices. What's the minimum wage???? Can people afford to pay for shit or is it in crisis????? What countries went into debt after the war??? What's the taxation like?

The world feels so fucking real to me and it's so fucking magnetic and I'm obsessed with it it's like one of my favorite fucking characters in this game so far and it PAINS me that I can't fucking VISUALIZE IT bc there's so many DETAILS I want

God the technology. What corporations are there. What about the monopolies. What regulations? What corruption? R they fucking the environment? HOW POLLUTED IS MARTINEISE? How polluted is the world?????

How global os the economy? Do they get products from other countries? They do they get radios from seol. R the factories in other world countries

They mentioned FOURTH WORLD countries

I'm just. Fucking. Losing my mind there's SO much here and it's just barely BARELY tangible and it's driving me batshit

Also if anyone comments please no spoilers I'm only on day four!!!!! The game has barely started picking up yet for me

#disco elysium #is there a community for worldbuilding out there #I'm losing my fucking mind and gnawing and frothing at the mouth #de

[sillylittlegay]

Resident Evil OS — [Leon S. Kennedy X M!reader]

Pronouns used for Reader; he/him

Warnings; Mentions of death and injury; very slight nsfw (Mentions, slightly heated make-out); lots of swearing

Summary; The Reader works to bring down Umbrella, Leon joins in the team to help provide information yet the two don't get along at first, one day the Reader is fast asleep while the whole team goes with Leon to get to an Umbrella facility to gather proof, Reader and Leon end up realising they're both idiots and don't hate each other after the Reader has a little nervous breakdown because all of them are gone once he wakes up. They then proceed to make out because they're both tired (lots of tired in this thing) and somewhat need the other close.

Tried my best, I suck at summaries.

Authors Notes; started writing this at midnight, mostly kept on writing during the night, aka this one is full of my thinking while tired (not that that's a bad thing I'm just warning y'all)

As always, I apologize for any mistakes!

(Y/N) sighed deeply. For days they had been searching for information and for days they've found nothing. It was getting frustrating how good Umbrella was at completely wiping out anything they could've found. Their team was small, sure, but they should've found something, anything by now. Yet they were at the exact same point they had been at days before. No new information on Umbrella or what they were planning and that godforsaken shithouse called government wouldn't believe shit they said if they didn't provide proof. If they just had a lead, but even that wasn't in their favour. (Y/N) felt like he hadn't slept in days – which was probably true since all his time had been spent on getting even the slightest of idea – and all he wanted was to crash into his bed and sleep for Seventeen days straight. Something like his personal little Winter slumber. But he had work to do. Important work. It was for the safety of the whole country – hell, probably even the whole world. Nothing could actually get him away from his computer right now, lazily clicking on multiple things, deep into parts of the internet he didn't think he'd ever find himself in. Not even the soft calling of his teammate got his attention, mostly because his headphones blasted his music louder than anything else just so he wouldn't fall asleep right this second.

»(Y/N) for fucks sake!« He flinched harshly at his headphones being ripped away and his teammate yelling nearly right into his ear. »Jesus fucking Christ what?« He grumbled, grabbing his headphones from the other and turning off the music. »We have a lead. Well, nearly. There's this guy that says he can help us and – we're hoping for the best okay.« His teammate spoke, nervously fidgeting with his hands. »Well go get that lead then? What's the issue?« (Y/N) questioned. He watched cautiously as his Teammate explained how that random guy was in need of their help beforehand. »We just need to get him out of that building and then we'll be fine! Can't be too hard.« They mumbled, slightly scared of the others stern look. »Fucks sake.« (Y/N) grumbled as he grabbed the gun he stored inside his desk. »This guy better be worth it. That's an Umbrella building yknow.« He then added, by the way his teammates face git even more scared he guessed that they in fact, did not know that.

A few minutes later the two arrived at the building where this Leon guy was supposed to be. Now that (Y/N) had gotten the name of the guy they'd be saving he felt a little more at ease. He remembered reading some stuff about him once or twice. If he wasn't mistaken at least. »I go in, you stay in the car so we can make a quick escape, got it?« He said, slightly looking over at his buddy, who sat at the steering wheel, obviously more than nervous. For this being their idea they sure as fuck didn't know what they were doing. They only nodded, signaling (Y/N) to get out of the car, swiftly making his way towards the door. Just before he could open it himself, it swung open harshly, revealing what he assumed was Leon. »Sure as hell took your time. We gotta get away from here, now.« Leon hissed, already making his way towards the car. »Well hello to you too.« (Y/N) spoke sarcastically, only taken aback a little by how hostile Leon was being. It was normal in this field of work – if what he was doing even counted as work since he was only trying to bring down one big organisation. However, he couldn't help but notice that Leon had taken his seat in the passenger side if the car – something that more than pissed him off. First he was being an ass, then he stole his seat? (Y/N) made a mental note of not letting that fucker also have his tea or something. Reluctantly he took a seat in the back, acting like he didn't notice Leon's annoyed sigh and his small remark about how he was being way too slow. Only a loud growl from inside the house made him jump, hurrying to put on his seatbelt while his Teammate already drove away hastily.

The three had barely made it to the office building where the team had taken a few office rooms in order to build something like a base when Leon already started complaining. Quite frankly, he was complaining about everything. And (Y/N) was even more pissed at that. »Should've left you there to die then if you're gonna complain either way.« He huffed after getting out of the car while Leon complained that they could've been at his previous location faster. »I'm not complaining, I'm giving helpful tips.« Leon answered, earning an eye roll from the slightly shorter male. Once in the elevator, the bickering of the two got more and more annoying – for some reason neither wanted to believe they were in the wrong and (Y/N)s Teammate simply put their brain on autopilot so they didn't need to deal with it. »Okay, I'm done with this. (Y/N), you take a long ass nap once we're up there and Leon, you take a fucking shower. The two of you argue like a married couple for fucks sake.« They sighed after a while, not understanding how these two could continue to argue about what they both could've done differently. Yet their words quickly shut the two up, each grumbling about how they were right and how the other was simply an idiot.

The continuing days Leon and (Y/N) continued to not get along. While Leon did provide helpful information with which they were able to finally localise current facilities of Umbrella, (Y/M) still took a big dislike towards the taller. When asked about it he'd just argue that Leon was probably trying to get them killed or badly injured. In his mind Leon was an agent sent by Umbrella to shut their whole organisation down – even if they hadn't nearly done enough to even get noticed by the company. The rest of the team was fed up – no matter who of the two they talked to, the only topic they'd talk about was the other. Now some might say that's sweet, but while (Y/N) cursed the ever living shit out of Leon, Leon made the other look like a total fool.

In the eyes of (Y/N)s Teammates both of them were idiots and needed to get a grip.

It was only a week after meeting Leon for the first time that it came to (Y/N)s mind that maybe, just maybe, he could be kind of.. nice. The team planned to get into an Umbrella facility that had been hidden from the world to gather information and, if anything interesting was found, take pictures. To be frank, his nerves were laying blank and he – again – hadn't slept in a few days. (Y/N) was tired and annoyed and the constant bickering of Leon didn't quite help his case. He tried his best to ignore him and get out of his way by locking himself in his part of the office, yet every time he went to grab another coffee or needed to tell the others about something he found, Leon would be there, mercilessly teasing him. (Y/N) simply started texting his teammates whatever he found out and only went to get coffee when he felt like he desperately needed one.

Right now was one of those desperate times. He was only half awake, barely actually hearing what was going on around him, yet he couldn't get up from his seat, too busy reading an old Article about Umbrellas research facilities. More specific about a mistake that had happened and cost many lives. (Y/N) was sure he wouldn't find this article again if he got up now, a silent paranoia that had come over him while reading. A faint knock on the door caught his attention and he lifted his head. Walking to the door somewhat made him forget his dreamlike state, slightly waking him up and making him feel even more tired at the same time. With a sigh he unlocked the glass door – which he had barricaded with cloth immediately after getting the office, he simply hated glass doors – only to find his somehow second biggest enemy right in front of him, holding two steaming mugs. He didn't even need to ask to know that Leon was holding two cups of coffee, the smell alone woke him up a tad bit more. »What do you want. I'm really not in the mood for your shit right now.« (Y/N) sighed, his voice not nearly as sharp as he had wanted it to be. »Brought you coffee.« Leon just mumbled in response. No remark, no teasing. Either something was fishy or Leon had finally realised he had been in the wrong – about what exactly? (Y/N) couldn't remember. He took the hot cup Leon slightly handed to him, wondering if this was really an act of service or the coffee was poisoned and would kill him immediately. »Look, I know you're tired. You need sleep. Let me continue your resear—« Leon started, interrupted by (Y/N)s laughter. »And risk having you keep important information from us? No chance.« He then stated, taking his seat at his desk again while Leon grabbed one of the chairs (Y/N) had stuffed into a corner. »I was in one of those facilities before. More than one to be honest. Hell, I was in Racoon city. I'm the last person that's gonna throw you over.« He then explained, sitting down on the opposite side of (Y/N). »I don't trust shit you say.« The other grumbled. »So you're risking the injury and death of your mates because you dislike me for some stupid reason?« The taller huffed, leaning back in his seat. »I'm not risking Shit. Why do you think I keep myself alive on coffee and energy drinks? So those idiots, who respectfully don't know shit about the world, can have a safe little trip into what they think Umbrella does.« (Y/N) growled. »They don't know. They weren't in Raccoon city. Honestly, I wasn't either but I saw what did that. Before Raccoon city, before any bigger outbreaks. I was part of a Research Team, for a really short time. I saw what they did and I bolted.« He added, resting his head on his hands while remembering those days.

Nothing would make him forget the thing he saw. The others told him it was still human and could think but it followed orders blindly and didn't look human. There was no humanity behind the dead eyes if that thing – Bio Organic Weapon. (Y/N) could throw up at the thought of it. It looked dead and it sure as hell had been.

»Fuck I didn't know.« Leon sighed, getting (Y/N) out of his grim thoughts. »You understand why I don't trust you? Umbrella has been fucking with my life for years now.« The shorter male questioned, slightly relieved when Leon nodded in slight defeat. »Wanna do a cheeky promise like children? Promise that we'll get along from now?« Leon then asked and (Y/N) laughed softly. »Pinky promise.« The shorter grinned and held out his pinky to the other. Leon himself grinned as well, carefully wrapping his pinky around (Y/N)s. »Pinky promise to get along.« They both chuckled, neither actually knowing why they did this. (Y/N) blamed it on his sleep deprivation, Leon on him being fed up with fighting someone he was supposed to help. Deep down both knew that there was probably an entirely different reason.

»Now, let me do that research shit while you get some sleep.« Leon grinned, softly ruffling the others hair. »Yeah yeah whatever.« (Y/N) just replied while chuckling and got up to go to the small office bathroom. Moments later he walked back to Leon, now changed into new sweatpants and another oversized shirt, these ones significantly more comfortable. »Thought i told you to get some sleep?« Leon teased upon (Y/N) entering the small room. »'m gonna sleep here. The way home is too long of a drive for me right now.« His answer earned him a soft laugh from the brown haired which he reciprocated while getting comfortable in the small sleeping area he had prepared in a corner. (Y/N) fell asleep to the sound of Leon tapping away on the keyboard and his soft groans every time a source deemed unusable.

Once he woke up again Leon was gone. He guessed he was just getting himself coffee, yet the computer had been shut down and seemed like that had been the case for a while now. (Y/N) walked through the rest of the office, wondering where the others went – Leon wasn't the only one missing. The whole team was gone, only a note in the kitchen told him that all of them were out to investigate.

Without him.

They had chosen to leave him while going to one of the most dangerous places he could even think of. Sure, they had Leon, but right now he didn't quite care about that. For all he knew, they could all be dead by now. Wildly cursing to himself he couldn't do anything but wait. Going to where they were on his own would be suicide so waiting was his only option.

Waiting and hoping.

After what felt like a decade (Y/N) heard a key rustle in the door, a few seconds later he bolted there, more than relieved to see all of his teammates – friends – safe and uninjured. »Jesus you won't believe it (Y/N), Leon fought against some weird mutated Monster! Like straight out of a movie shit! I knew Umbrella was bad but Goddamn I didn't think that! Bio Weapons, (Y/N)! Can you believe that?« In response (Y/N) only looked at them in pure shock as his gaze wandered to Leon. »What I can't believe is how fucking stupid you all are.« He started, swiftly being cut off by Leon shoving a bag into his hands. »Gotta celebrate this win with Fast food, pretty boy.« The taller grinned, softly patting (Y/N)s head. In disbelief he just shoved the food back to Leon and stormed off. This was entirely too idiotic for him. He needed time to work through the fact that all his friends could've gotten killed by a company he swore to destroy with his own hands. Yet nothing prepared him for Leon following him. »Look (Y/N) I'm sorry but there was this thing and we had to go immediately–« »So wake me up! It's not that hard! Jesus Christ Leon you all could've gotten injured or killed! Have you thought about that? What would I have done then hm? Live my life like nothing happened because oh well I lost my friends because I was fucking asleep because some idiotic stuck up asshole just decided not to wake me up??« He yelled, swatting his hands at Leon and not even giving him time to get a response. »I'm sorry–« The brown haired started, interrupted by (Y/N) once again. »You better be! Leon, you better be fucking sorry for all of this. Did you really think Fast food would make me think 'oh yeah well then it's fine!'?!« Leon shook his head as he took some cautious step towards the shorter one. (Y/N) was just about to continue his rang, wanting to go on about how Leon was an Idiot and should've definitely never worked with them because all he brought were problems – Though he wouldn't really mean that– when Leon softly cupped his face in his hands. »I'm really sorry. I wanted you to get enough sleep. I didn't want you to get hurt. I made sure the others were safe, I made sure of that at all times. I didn't want to put you in danger.« The other couldn't answer, slightly taken aback by Leon's sudden closeness and the softness of his touch. »Fucking hell..« The shorter then mumbled, placing his hand on Leons upper arm. »You have serious issues Leon.« He added, teasingly grinning at the taller. »No shit Sherlock.« Leon laughed. »Next time you're taking me with you so I can make sure you don't die. Deal?« (Y/N) stated, determined to get his way. He felt relieved once the brown haired nodded, never once letting go of the shorter. »Okay and just how long do you plan on holding my face? It's not like I'm against it I just–« »You talk too much.« Leon interrupted, carefully pressing a kiss on the others lips. »Trying to be charming, Leon?« (Y/N) chuckled against his lips, making Leon laugh in response. »Are you saying I'm not usually Charming?« He said in a slightly offended tone, yet (Y/N) easily noticed that he was only acting. »God you're awful.« The shorter huffed in response, learning towards Leon for another kiss. »If I'm really so awful I guess I'm too awful to give you another kiss.« The brown haired grinned, taking a step back from (Y/N) as he held his hands up. The other rolled his eyes at Leon's antics, casually grabbing the neck of the taller ones shirt to pull him in, catching his lips in a soft yet passionate kiss.

Leon – somewhat caught off guard by how forward the other was being – hurried to get his hands back on the other man's body, simply letting them rest on his hips. Both tried their best to keep it civil, to not get too engaged, but Leon softly rubbing his thumb over (Y/N)s hip made him forget all that, as he bit the brown haired mans lower lip. That in response made Leon gasp softly, lifting the other up and carefully placing him down on the desk, chuckling when the other wrapped his legs around him to trap Leon closer to him. »Trying to seduce me?« The Brown haired teased, softly whispering the words into (Y/N)s ear. »I sure hope you're already seduced otherwise it'll be real awkward once we actually start this.« He replied, laughing to himself silently. Leon huffed in response, mumbling something about how he'd make sure that mouth would be shut soon. Their lips found each other again, both hungrily pressing against the other, hands softly roaming around their bodies.

They only separated from their almost sinful make out session when they heard a knock on the door – one of (Y/N)s friends telling them that they had ordered pizza for the whole team.

»Guess we'll have to continue this some other time.« Leon chuckled, pressing a soft kiss against (Y/N)s cheek. »I'll take your word for that, we better continue this soon.« The shorter replied, smiling at the man between his legs – somehow he knew that Leon had made a silent promise to him, the promise that this wouldn't have just been a one time thing.

A silent promise of a possible forever.

#leon s kennedy x male reader #leon s kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy #leon kennedy resident evil #leon kennedy re4 #male reader #resident evil fanfiction #resident evil 4 #resident evil

[brascu]

Alright, I saw some posts from people saying they didn’t enjoy Season 3 of The Umbrella Academy and although I think every one can have their own opinion, I’m here to tell you guys why you’re wrong (/j) and this is the best season yet and share how it made me like the first and second season. (all the spoilers, proceed with caution)

And I’ll start it by quoting dear Handler: Some things just don’t make sense... until they do.

She says that to Lila right after asking her to protect number Five. And like, I know her plan is all that “kill the higher ups, make shit for me and I’ll give you what you want”, but isn’t it funny how she lives for the Comission, she is the one to recruit Five and he is the founder of said Comission? 

Time is already not linear before Five is saved by her, she saved him because she works for an organization he will found. We were living a paradox since the begining. That’s why I feel some people are confused about the third part of the series, But my time-travel-loving self is more than happy.

Everything is conected.

Do you remember when Reginald dies and Luther says that in his last call the old man said for him to pay attention to who he trusts? And how Luther than asks Klaus to speak with Reginald so they can ask him if he was murdered? And when Klaus dies trying to help Luther, his father tells him 1) he’s dead 2) Reggie killed Reggie. By the end of season three, finally someone betrays Luther and kills him. Who? Reginald. Klaus goes into the void and finds out Reginald killed Luther. How Klaus ends up in the void this time? He helped Reggie and died in the end. What was going to happen in season 3 has already been told to us by the first season. Klaus only realized he died in season 3, but Reggie had already told him that.

When Allison is worried about Ray, after the protest, Klaus tells her that she needs some menudo, which is what he eats with his mother when he is finally understanding himself and his powers(and it’s also the menudo that get’s him together with his father once again). At this point in season 2, Allison havent used her powers since Viktor and she is currently afraid os loosing everything by using it again, like an addict.

Klaus than tells her that fable of the frog and the scorpion. That is about someone’s way of being remaining the same even if it ends up fucking everyone up, including the scorpion. But it’s also about making a deal with someone who wants to use you. This is foreshadowing both of them being used by Reginald, but also Allison vilanization arc. “The point is: frogs are bitches and we do not negotiate with terrorists”. Both negotiate with Reggie lol Klaus for his love and Allison for her life.

Klaus goes from a real mess in season 1 to the one that’s dealing better with all this shit, while Allison goes from the person who had her shit together to the most unstable one. Allison lived her first life getting everything she wanted and when she looses her “things” she acts like the spoiled brat she’s always been(the scorpion). We know she got her husband, her carrer and control over her daughter by using her powers. Why are we really surprised that she’s doing anything to get it back? 

In season 3 we understand why Reginald adopted 7 kids. In season one, they said that when Ben died, eveyone went their separate ways, so Reginald got him back, so he could unite the families, as he said he did to said Ben by the 10th episode of this season. If loosing a kid would fuck up his plans, he would’ve got more, but he didn’t did him?

And for those who wanted more of the sparrows this season, I must remind you that Reginald walks around with an umbrella, not with birds. Birds are nice, they are part of this scenary, but they’re not as useful as an umbrella. We see birds through all seasons and they are, indeed, important. But they are pieces to take the umbrellas where they need to go, to make the umbrellas do what they had to do, little pieces of Reginald’s game. And they “flew away” after doing what they needed to do. 

first season we had Agnes, who loved birds. Second season has Harlan always holding a little wooden bird. And the third season has the sparrow academy. Every one of these “birds” came in handy by the next season. Hazel takes that video to Five because Agnes asked. Harlan saves them from Christopher. And I’m pretty sure Sparrow Ben (and probably Sloane too) are gonna be fundamental next season.

Specially since we kinda got that feeling that Season 1 was about Luther, with the moon and beins a leader, Season 2 was about Diego, being his own batman and saving the president (also seeking revenge from his father) and Season 3 with Allison’s need for control and for things to go her way. Next one is Klaus’s, who’s been preparing himself since the first season.

Now he’s lost everything again, right? Scoup after scoup after scoup. Like he’s menudo being eaten. Brother, Lover, Mother and Power, or even the Void, where he likes to be and where he believes is his place, his found home. And Ben, his best friend and possibly lover, is back but not really but yes. I’m pretty sure he will try to stick to Ben and this is gonna be fundamental by the end. Why? Because even though Ben “is with them” now, he is not, just like in season 1. And what saves them from those armed guys is Klaus and Ben working together. I’m sure this was foreshadowed there. in season 3 Klaus was again responsible for uniting them all by the end of the season.

I think the main point is understanding that everything they’ve been through was to make them go into Oblivion with Reggie. They had no other choice. Both previous seasons happened so the third could happen. Every little detail.

Luther died because he voted against going to Oblivion because he met sloane because he was kidnapped because Marcus went missing because they caused a paradox because they were never born because Viktor saved Harlan because he ended up in Sissy’s place because he lost his memorys because he destroyed the moon because Luther decided to attack him against Allison’s will because she lost her voice because she fount out about Harold Jenkings because Diego got info on him because he was friends with Patch who died because Cha-cha and Hazel kidnapped Klaus because he was high because that’s how he coped with his powers because Reginald trumatized him because he wanted to control him and because he needed to be helped out of the pills he took because Pogo left him because he wanted to get the kids to the oblivion because he wanted to reset the universe. And you can do this with everything in this fucking show. and this is only possible to notice when you’ve seen the three timelines.

It’ like Reginald set up all those domino pieces and every move they make happens exacly acording to his plan. 

In first season when we see the flashback of the day Five got lost in time, there are two things to pay attention to: Reginald explains time travel in a way that would only make sense to those who had traveled already and he doesn’t even try getting up to go after him when he runs off. Five is the one sibling Reginald worked to have a high self steem, for him to disobey him and try time traveling, so he gets lost, so he comes back, so he guide his siblings to new 2019, so they go to oblivion. Old Five saying to little Five to not save the world is his way of trying to stop Reginald. The comission exists to try and kill little Five to stop Reginald. why? I don’t know lol  Some things just don’t make sense... until they do.

My point being that 1st and 2nd seasons kinda end in themselves in a nice way, but the third opens the wound again and we can better understand things we understood on them.

Before I stop, I just wanted to point out that when Five meets Reginald in 1963, he recites Homer. Reginald reads it to Pogo: “ Sing in me, Muse, and through me tell the story of that man skilled in all ways of contending, the wanderer, harried for years on end-- “ and stops there. The wanderer is Reginald, who’s seen many universes colapsing (he tells that to Five by the Obsidian Hotel). The Muse is his wife. Ulisses leaves Ithaca to fight in Troy and keeps trying to get back home to Penelope, his wife, who’s patiantly waiting for him.

The poem says:  “He saw the townlands/ and learned the minds of many distant men, /and weathered many bitter nights and days/ in his deep heart at sea, while he fought only/ to save his life, to bring his shipmates home.” , and just as much this could be about Reginald, this could also be about Five. Maybe especially about Five, since it continues:

“But not by will nor valor could he save them, / for their own recklessness destroyed them all “

When I finished the first season, I had exacly this image in my mind: Five was trying so hard to save his “shipmates”, but their impatience, lack of comunication, anger, recklessness destroyed the world.

The umbrellas are at this boat together, trying to navigate Reginald’s waters. At times they have to deal with sirens(Harold Jenkins, JFK, drugs), at times they have to be invisible to scape a ciclops(Dead Ben, Five blinking, Allison in 1963), at times they would get high in a strange magic island(the wedding, high luther, high klaus) or deal with their own delusional lust (Allison in wherever it is that she’s at). But they are just trying to get home. To rule their own life.

(Ulisses is a King, for those who didn’t know)

Anyway, I felt like this season gave me this feeling that even if we are watching it from afar, we don’t have the whole picture yet, for it’s four or even five dimensional.

We’ll see, boys, we’ll see

#tua #tua season 3 #tua s3 #tua s3 theories #tua s3 spoilers #the umbrella academy #and here i go again #referencing a new piece of media #every chance ive got #but this time it's five's fault #reginald hargreeves #five hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #allison hargreeves #luther hargreeves #diego hargreeves #ben hargreeves #sparrow ben #also did you guys get my rent reference at my las phrase? #im proud of myself #lol

[munsster]

Im a very sad person but what makes it better is Robin Buckley. So can I request a angst os with Robin?

bloodshot bad news

A/N: i wasn’t sure if u wanted a happy/fluffy ending, so i apologize if i got that wrong by including one, but i hope it can help in easing things for you, even a little :))

Pairing: Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader

Summary: You know firsthand how worried Robin gets over the smallest things. You just never imagined you’d be one of them. 1.4k words

Warnings: ST4 ep8 spoilers, angst, protective robin, lots and lots of verbal fighting, canon level gore/wound (it’s gross im so sorry), i think this is what they call hurt/comfort

Your lips are dry and cracked, but a huffed breath is still punched from your lungs when you flop onto Eddie’s timeworn mattress. Your head pounds and your chest aches and Robin grabs your hand and tugs you into her warmth. But you hiss, fingertips coiling into her upper arms while your eyes squeeze shut at the searing pain down your leg.

She doesn’t notice it. And thank God she doesn’t notice it. The limp. The gritted teeth. The whimpering. So you find an excuse, looking down at your blood and dirt-streaked palms with a wince.

“I’ll, um”—you swallow hard, holding up your outstretched fingers like surrender. But she’s not looking at your hands or the mud settled into their cracks. She’s watching you—“I’ll be right back. Just need to wash my hands.”

You’re shuffling down the hall before she can protest. Closing the bathroom door before her mind can explain why you were walking so wobbly. Why you were tender-footed and cursing under your breath.

With a guttered sigh, you peel your jeans down around your ankles, and the once soft boyfriend denim is stained red and stiff where the blood had caked on and dried. You slump onto the toilet seat and throw your shoes, pants, and dignity in the bathtub.

Eyes shut tight, sleeves rolled up, taking a deep breath: you pat down the smooth skin of your thigh until the veins just beneath the surface throb and gush with boiling blood. To fix. Hot to the touch. Deliciously tender. Inflamed, and yet your fingers creep on. The ridges of dried and crusty scabs pepper the skin and flake at the pressure. Your body stalls because it stings. You went too low, and it fucking stings, and your fingertips are wet when you jerk them away from the gash.

You don’t even remember how you got it. You just remember walking far behind the group through the ashen woods. You remember Robin rambling about how idiotic Steve’s heroism had made him, her hand in yours the whole time. You didn’t realize one of the bats probably nicked you while frenzied for a losing Steve.

And now, there’s a flesh wound sliced from kneecap to mid thigh that’s filling your mouth with vomit and making everything a little blurred around the edges.

There’s a knock on the door of careful knuckles and strain. Like they want to pound. Dying to get in while knowing the horrors of the otherside.

“Don’t come in, I’m… shitting!”

“I’m coming in.” Her voice is muffled, but you know it’s hers from its uneasy lilt. The song in a minor key that sweeps beneath her words whenever she feels gutted.

The door swings open and shut but you’re still scrambling for your crumpled jeans, fisting the damp and crimson patch. But the bend over is not worth it if you’re splitting teeth for a grimace.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

Robin’s staring. Fixating with an inferno behind her eyes. Obsessing and crouching down beside your bare legs, hands hovering over the slick wound like she’s magic. Like it’ll go away if she could just focus.

“There were more important things going on,” you mumble. And to you, it makes sense. Always busy searching or hearing things or being stuck or biking and avoiding. You weren’t thinking about your leg because this isn’t your battle. You’re not Hawkins. You’ve never done this before. No Russians or guts, just high school and Robin.

And she thinks that’s complete and utter bullshit.

“More important than you bleeding out?” she says, chastising you like you need it. She fumbles around under the sink and spills a thick plastic box labeled Munson. “What if it got infected? What if you went into septic-fucking-shock and died? Jesus, what is wrong with you?”

Your chest caves, curling in on yourself, anchoring to the hard porcelain, studying the dusty shag rug.

“I’m sorry,” she hums, peering up at you from her seat on the tile, her cool fingers holding your ankle and setting your foot on her knee. “I didn’t mean that, I—”

“Sure you didn’t. Nobody ever does. But I’m still some fuck up, right? I put myself in danger because I don’t really care, right? Is that what you think?” you bite, watching her eyes flick wildly over your face, “It’s not my fucking fault, Robin, and I’m not dead, so would you lay off?”

But she’s too wound up. Too busy swiping your swollen skin with a towelette that tingles like pins and needles to let you dive head first into nobility and leave a purple heart. A fallen soldier and a wilting bouquet.

“No, I won’t lay off. Do you know how worried I am every day that I’m gonna lose you?” She’s looking right at you. She’s looking right at you, and you’re cross-armed facing the shower curtain and pouting. Red-soaked wipes pile into the trashcan, but she’s looking right at you.

“Sometimes I wake up and it’s like today’s the day. The dream is over and she’s too good for me, and I knew it. Sometimes I feel so stupidly lucky to have even met you because you’re selfless and brave and smart, and I’ve never met anyone like you. And then you go and put yourself in danger because you think you’ll be better for it, but you won’t, (Y/n). Do you get how fucking bad it feels when you disregard your own safety?”

Your cheeks. Your undereyes. Your neck is damp, and you can’t bring yourself to dry any of it away. Your eyes go glossy again because she’s frowning from the corner of your eye, and your clothes are shredded and this used to be your favorite sweater.

“Look at me.”

So you do.

“Do you have any idea how many people care about you? How many people would do anything to keep you safe?”

“I don’t need saving,” you say.

“Clearly you do,” she says. And it’s like, in any other circumstance, she’d be teasing you. Laughing at that stoic look in your eye. But she just shifts your leg and lays a pad of gauze along the tear. “God, I’ve spent every single second of the last twenty-four hours being here for you, and I feel like you don’t even care.”

“I do care.”

“No—”

“No, I do care.”

“No, you don’t or else you would’ve told me.”

“I didn’t want you worrying more than you already do, Robin. It’s so suffocating having you worry about me all the time—”

“Because i care about you.” She tugs an ace bandage around your thigh, knotting it tight until you hiss and touch her wrist. It makes her feel bad because you still treat her soft. Even while she’s putting you through physical hell for your good. The white cotton gauze peeks out from the tan wrap, and you both look down at it like a burden.

Then she looks up at you. And you look at her. And she cups your cheek.

“I care about you so much. And I’m sorry I worry and worry, but I love you”—her voice breaks and you shatter—“You mean everything to me, and I can’t help trying to protect you. I didn’t have a lot of good things until I met you, and I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if I lost you.”

You shake your head, and she smiles. Just barely and pushing through the line of a frown, but she smiles.

“I don’t wanna lose you.”

Your hands lead you forward, resting your heavy forehead on hers and closing your eyes. She lets you push her sweaty hair behind her ear and kiss the bridge of her nose as long as she can wrap her fingers into your palms and rest her thumbs over your chapped knuckles.

“You’re not gonna lose me. Ever,” you whisper, “We still have to see the seven wonders and get married. So, you know… ‘m not going anywhere for a long, long time.”

She sighs. “I’m sorry. For all the… overbearing girlfriend stuff. I promise I’m trying to do better.”

“You have nothing to apologize for. I’m so proud of you, and it’s okay that we both have growing to do.”

“Starting with pants.”

“Starting with pants!” You laugh when she stands and pecks the top of your head, only lingering when you hum and lean your cheek against her torso. Because she’s safe.

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#robin buckley fic #robin buckley #robin buckley angst #angst #robin buckley x fem!reader #robin buckley x y/n #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x you #stranger things #st4 #stranger things 4 #x reader #stranger things x y/n #stranger things x reader #x fem!reader #robin buckley fluff #fluff #nick answers ♡ #*

[via-rant]

Canon Leo meeting himself in different universes:

Canon: ... You did what?

OS: Yeah I stabbed Percy the first time I met him.

Hospitality (by @moa-broke-me): WHAT THE FUCK??? WHY????

OS: Cause all Nico told me about him was bad stuff so I didn't know he was actually a good person.

Canon: Nico?? What does Nico have to do with it???

OS: You guys aren't best friends in your universe?

Canon: Noooo???? My best friends... dead. Actually. And I... can't... see my other one.

Hospitality: Why are your lives so depressing?

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OS: Wait, your moms still alive????

Hospitality: Yeah... we're not demigods in my universe.

Canon: And she's married... to Percy's mom?

Hospitality: Yup!

One In The Corner (OITC): *having flashbacks*

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A Lifetime From The Hunt (by @thatonefandomjumper): *explaining what happened after he died and came back*

The rest: *in utter horror*

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OS: Is this one a... ghost?

Hospitality: He's a kid though.

Still Eight: I need to get home.

Canon: We're trying bud.

Still Eight: I need to get home, I need to get home, I need to get home.

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Guys some of these are ones I made up.

OITC is a really really fucked up AU I had where Leos mom was alive but Gaea kidnapped her when everyone thought she died and forced her to work for her and Leo finds out and is basically just a huge fucking mess. Some middle shit happens and she goes with the Seven and Gaea fucks with them and Leo like "kills" his mom on accident because he thought she was Gaea.

Still Eight is one I made with a friend on discord where instead of Esperanza dying, Leo dies but his ghost/concious gets sent to Tartarus while his body goes missing and stays there until Percy and Annabeth get there and bring him back where he's fully alive and with his mom. (Fuck the rest of the quest byw cause we didn't focus on that lhfoydur.)

Y'all know OS already.

#leo valdez #hospitality #obrumbratio scintillae #one in the corner #oitc #a lifetime from the hunt #still eight #au ideas #hoo #heros of olympus #esperanza valdez #percy jackson #nico di angelo #annabeth chase #jason grace #piper mclean #sally jackson #hazel levesque #frank zhang

[platonic-qpr-selfshipping]

something something me always daydreaming of going to wherever my f/os stay at or frequent that is their own space. their office. their own room. their flat. their car. where they work at.

small writing piece that came out of a dialogue bit i thought of in the middle of class XD so no title nor anything, just Sasara and me being friends even during hard times

warning for uhhh cursing. and a bit of angst, i suppose

"That's..." Sasara took a moment, processing the whole story while staring at his drink. His eyes closed as if he needed a break from the truth. "Damn. Shit."

N chuckled from the other side of the sofa. One hand playing with their glass of water, the other searching for its own nails in a nervous gesture. At least everything was out now. At least his friend now knew —and even acknowledged— how their life had been for those past days.

Just that fact alone felt like a pat on the shoulder.

"What's up with the sudden cursing?" they asked, letting out another chuckle before emptying their glass.

"I know you are not going to say anything like that, so let me do all the cursing for you," he justified, bringing a hand to his chest, although his expression serene. "Fuck. Literally what the fuck. That's some hell to make you go through for no reason at all. Fuck all of that."

N's laughter became a bit louder after hearing their friend let out all the frustration like that. It was a bit absurd yet comforting in a way, to see all those unexpected words come up just because... he cared about them.

"So yeah, I just wanted to express how much it means to me that you let me be here from time to time. Even if that means to stay for the night sometimes. I'm very grateful to have you, and for you to accept me here at your place when I need it the most."

Sasara stared at them in silence. After a few seconds, N raised their eyebrows and tilted their head, wondering if their words had felt out of place somehow. Then, the comedian got up from his cushion on the floor and plopped by their side, head slowly getting comfortable on N's shoulder.

"I'm sorry."

N's body relaxed. A sigh escaped their mouth. "Yeah... I still got a few months to go, but you make it easier. Don't worry too much."

He groaned, his expression not being visible to N due to the position they were in. Sasara feared he was understanding N's feelings as if they were his own— they reminded him of a pain that he thought was long gone.

"Ugh. You know, sometimes...", he spoke after N rested their head on his.

"Hmm?"

"Sometimes, life is about surviving. And it's not pretty, but it's the only way to keep walking."

The sun had started to set, N realised. And with them —Sasara's words, the sunset—, a soft smile was drawn in their face.

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