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yanderenightmare · 1 year

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Hi there, question kind of? How would you rank the Haikyuu boys (not all of them clearly you can pick) in terms of most likely to be possessive towards their partner? I'm curious of your take :)

HAIKYUU ! HEADCANONS

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TW: yandere, possessive, obsessive and controlling behaviour, abuse, manipulation

Most possessive haikyuu boys, you say...

Is all of them an option?

I mean... these are competitors, and personally, I think competitors are a very specific breed of somewhat toxic feelings – and that’s aside from their grandiose sense of self. We have a name for it in Norwegian; we call them competition-humans– which basically refers to that feral state some people get into during a competition, where they have complete tunnel vision and lack all sorts of a moral compass in their chase of victory.

And I think competitors as yanderes view love with that same type of tunnel vision. How they have a goal to reach, and nothing and no one is going to stop them, and nothing and no one is going to take it away from them.

That being said… I think some of the Haikyuu boys are more competitive than others.

Oikawa Toru Possessive & Controlling

“If you’re gonna hit it, hit it ‘til it breaks.” – that’s his motto, stating his principle of never going at things half-assed – his aim to be the best, in addition to the middle finger he shows anyone who doesn’t cut it.

Victory is his way of life. And his relationships better live up to it. Anything less would just be embarrassing.

Losing his girl would be embarrassing.

Moreover, anything you do reflects on him, and he’d be damned if it reflects poorly. So you bet your ass he’s possessive of you – and controlling. You’re part of his great empire of success, and losing you would be like this huge stain, this huge defeat – failure. And Oikawa Toru doesn’t fail. Oikawa Toru doesn’t get defeated. Oikawa Toru doesn’t lose.

Kageyama Tobio Possessive & Obsessive

The perfect set can’t be completed if he drops the ball. You are his perfect set, and he’s never ever dropping the ball with you – never losing you and never ever letting you go.

He wants you screaming his name in the bleachers – be his cheerleader – keep your eyes on him and only him. Tell him how great he was. Be his victory prize, his trophy, his treat.

He wants to feel you at his fingertips – drag them over your smooth skin and just touch you – keep you all to himself. And he doesn’t want anyone doing the same. Seeing people talk to you is bad enough. He needs you to focus on him like he’s the only one on the court, and everyone else is just extras – sorry pawns in his triumph.

Kuroo Tetsuro Possessive & Smug

You’re the biggest reason behind that big fat grin of his – because he knows that he has something no one else has. His object of envy – a big 'ol fuck you to absolutely everyone.

More than a trophy, more than arm candy, more than a crown atop his head – you’re his lucky golden ticket into heaven – his cheat sheet that makes him feel like a winner – superior. And everyone else can suck it.

They can look all they want – seethe with jealousy – hate him. It’ll only make him savor it more. Seeing those frustrated looks on people’s faces, like he’s beating them – like he’s got something that everyone else wants but can’t have because it’s his.

Kenma Kozume Possessive & Fanatical

Losing you means game over – and he isn’t in the mood to restart. He’s put time and effort into your relationship – and since life’s only option is hardcore mode, he hasn’t been able to leave any checkpoints.

You’re not player two; you’re all the valuable loot he’s picked up along the way. His precious inventory. His xp and upgrades and level x – his special limited edition item. You belong to him; he’s earned you.

He’s been dedicated and worked hard and put too much effort into achieving you – so no way is he about to share you with anyone who hasn’t chipped in, and he’s most certainly not about to lose you either.

They’d have to beat him first.

Kyotani Kentaro Possessive & Dogged

He goes for the throat. People can test him – fucking try it – they’d be lucky if they could count the cuts, fractures, and breaks. He doesn’t let up easily, and once he sees a sliver of red – he isn’t stopping until that’s all he sees.

And you – try and leave; he’s like a dog with a bone – his canines will remain deep and only bite down deeper if you try and break free. The look on his face is enough to make you wince without the way he twists your hair in his fist.

People are afraid to be seen with you. Talking to you is like blood on the breeze, and maddog comes at them with fangs bared, ready to bite before barking. He doesn’t take it easy on you either – like a hound tearing his toy apart before another pup can get to it.

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anonymous-rendezvous · 6 months

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You Comfort Him - 💙 Ike

Ike Eveland x GN!Reader

✦ — Written by Mod I ✨. Beta Read and Edited by Mod S 👿. ⏌

✧ — Comfort & Care Masterlist | He comforts you 💙

✦ — Contains: Established Relationship, fluff, & comfort

✧ — Word count: 786 | Ao3

Snippets of time showing how you and your partner care for each other.

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“Ugh, no, this one’s bad too! Come on brain, think of something new!” You can hear the telltale signs of crumpled paper immediately followed by a frustrated sigh. The muffled sounds of Ike’s brainstorming session – if it can even be called that at this point – can be heard from your spot in the living room.

Ike has been like this for a week now, trying to pump out a new idea after the large success of his last book. The only problem is, he poured his heart and soul into the previous work. And without a proper break, he won’t be able to do the same with the next one. You’ve known this for a while now, but you hadn’t wanted to interrupt him, worried it’d only make the situation worse. Though now, hearing the frustrated groans of your boyfriend, you began to regret your decision.

With a sigh, you set your drink on the coffee table before getting up from your comfy spot on the couch. “Okay, he needs cuddles.” Your steps are determined as you make your way down the hallway toward his office. Two firm knocks are the only warning you give before opening the door.

Ike turns in his chair, looking at you with wide eyes, “Darling? Is everything okay?” It’s rather sweet to see the way he immediately worries about you even with his current predicament.

With a shake of your head, you march up beside him before planting your hands on your hips. “No. You, sir, need a break.” You raise a hand as you continue, “Your options are bed cuddles, couch cuddles, or I koala you right here in that chair.” With each option, you lift a finger, emphasizing your seriousness. Hazel eyes blink owlishly up at you, turning to look down at his desk and then back at you. The novelist’s brows furrow, opening his mouth to protest, but you cut him off with a pleading look, “Please, Ike. You need a break.” Taking a step closer to him, you lightly grab at his shoulder. “Your work will still be here after a good rest.”

The tension drains from both his expression and posture. He took another look at the mess that is his desk; covered in papers, ink, and even messier ideas. He did need a break, didn’t he? He lets out a deep sigh before returning his attention to you, exhaustion finally sinking its teeth into him after hours of draining its prey. “...Bed cuddles do sound nice.” With a soft smile, you offer him a hand, which he graciously accepts.

Leading him to your shared bedroom, the pair of you crawl into bed. His glasses are set safely aside as you get comfortable, rustling the blankets up to get warm. You are propped up against the pillows as Ike rests his head against your chest, wrapping his arms around you to clutch at the back of your shirt. One of your hands rests on his upper back while you tenderly brush through his hair with your other hand; swirling a strand around your finger occasionally. A comfortable silence rests between the two of you for a good while before Ike speaks up, tone quiet as though speaking any louder would shatter the serene atmosphere. “I'm sorry.”

You make a small noise, and Ike can feel the vibrations of it against his cheek. “You have nothing to apologize to me about. I’m just sorry I didn’t try to help you earlier.”

He shakes his head against you; the soft texture of his hair against your skin causes an almost ticklish sensation. “No, I’m an adult and I should’ve been acting like one. I’ve been so stressed over creating my next story I made you worry over me like a child.”

With a light laugh, you reply, “I’d be a shitty partner if I didn’t worry about you.” You give his shoulder a reassuring squeeze, while your other hand cradles the back of his head.

He’s silent for another minute before muttering against your clothed chest, “I just want my next story to be good. I want people to enjoy it as much as they did the last one…”

“And they will, love.” You soothe, letting your fingers return to combing through his hair. “You just need to give yourself time. Go back to it later with fresh eyes. It’ll only be as good as your other book when you're enjoying yourself, not when you're frustrated and angry.”

His arms tighten around you, taking in your words. After a moment, Ike lifts his head enough to place a kiss against your shoulder. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You reply, sealing your words with a kiss placed on his forehead.

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 1 year

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Golden hour

Final chapter

a/n welcome to the final chapter! I'm extremely sorry for the wait but I hope the ones who still enjoy this will have fun reading regardless. Thank you for joining me on this journey. 🤍

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Azriel was sitting in his office. The night was in full bloom as he flipped through yet another stack of papers. He never complained about it. Work has always been something he has enjoyed. A way to feel useful and needed. A way for him to feel himself, even if what Azriel did, didn't paint him as the best of males. A strange noise, coming from the other side of the door, made him lift his head, and when the sound echoed through the room again with a frown on his face, Azriel stood up.

His foot landed on the floor with a splash, and the shadow singer dropped his gaze. His guts twisted as the ever-so-familiar golden substance came into his sight. Then panic set in, and the room seemed to close in on itself. As he frantically crossed the room, following the golden track, his brain went numb. And there you were. Spread out on the floor. Covered in open bites. Drained and lifeless. No. No. No. Azriel wasn't sure if he said those words out loud as he fell to his knees in front of you. Your face was twisted in pain, and it took a lot of self-control to not vomit at the sight of it. Azriel tried to lift you, but the moment he touched you, he heard your bones crushing beneath his fingers, and then your screams filled his ears. Screams so loud and was filled with so much pain that he thought someone was skinning him alive.

Azriel shot up, breathing heavily as sweat dripped down his body. Ever since the events in Autumn, his nightmares had shifted. He no longer dreamed of his father's abuse or his hands being burned. No, he kept seeing you die now. Over and over in more than one way. If not from someone else's hand, then from his own. If he thought that his previous nightmare was rough, well, he sure had the Mother laughing at him now.

To the feeling of your hands running down his back, Azriel flinched. But the kisses you left on his shoulder slowly brought him back to reality, and he let the warmth of your shin slowly wash the crippling fear away. The first time it happened, you offered to take the dreams from him, but Azriel knew what that would mean for you, and he wasn't going to let you repeatedly see yourself dying over and over again.

"I'm fine," the shadow singer muttered, bringing your hand up to his lips before kissing it softly a couple of times. You let out a sigh. Fighting with him was pointless. Same as trying to make him talk about it. You knew what he dreamed of, but... Moving closer to your lover, you nestled yourself on his lap and said, "One night, please, let me give you one night of sleep." The last week or so had been insanely hectic. From you being kept under close watch to Rhys going out of his way to keep you under so many shields, at times it was hard for you to even feel Azriel. Then Madja didn't let you move for a good portion of that time. Your body was weak. You were weak. So weak that shifting out of your full fairy form wasn't an option. Yet that you cared about the least. Plus, it was quite interesting to watch Azriel inspect your wings. He'd spent more than one evening drawing shapes in the vibrant patterns on your wings. He had called them a masterpiece. But your heart was mostly heavy with all the people you had left behind in the Autumn. Their lives now depended on you and you alone. You'd been nothing more than a coward. You wanted to help solve it all, but Rhys had politely asked you to step aside while he handled everything. And with the problems, you had already brought them you didn't fight his choice.

"You're weak, love. This can cause more...", "Azriel, you babying me won't help me, please." You knew that his silence as you two laid down wasn't him agreeing to your proposal, but you waited till the spymaster drifted off anyways, before you slivered into his unconsciousness. When Azriel stirred late the next morning, he found you sitting with your legs up to your chin next to him as you started at the wall. In the same way, he had shivered at your touch in the night, his warm embrace sent you trembling as well. You smiled as you softly caressed his cheek, "Morning, handsome," but Azriel didn't return your smile, "You did it, didn't you?" Lying was pointless; even if you pretended that you only shifted the dream, it wouldn't help the case, so you nodded your head and said, "And I'll do it again if I have to."

Azriel pulled you closer to him by your hand. Even if the spymaster rarely left your side now, you two have hardly been spending quality time together. It felt wrong for you to feel sad about that, considering everything that was going on, but you couldn't help it. You tilted your head up so you could look up at him. Carefully nuzzling into his embrace. "You're thinking loudly," Azriel snickered, but you couldn't bring yourself to giggle alongside him, "Y/N?". Damn all of the shields you tried to put on yourself. With a sigh, you moved away from the shadow singer. His confused eyes watching you.

"Rhys sent a letter", Azriel's expression didn't change as if he couldn't pinpoint why that would be a bad thing, "He wants to talk to me alone", "Reason being?", you just shrugged your shoulders. When you had made somewhat of a recovery, Rhys had you questioned about working for Beron. It didn't seem like he had anything against you. But then again, you understood why he would be suspicious of you. His name was on the list of people Beron wanted you to watch. "Well, you're not going alone", "Azriel...", you whined. The shadows singer sat up quietly, "You and I", he gestured at the two of you, "We handle and do everything together now," he said. "Will you be joining me in the bathroom?", you cocked your head to the side and grinned. Azriel only rolled his eyes at you, "Whatever he wants, he can tell us both."

To say that you were worried would have been an understatement. And the fact that Rhysand's face was unreadable also didn't help the case. But you were thankful that at least he did not comment when Azriel stepped into the room after you. "There will be a trial. Most of the high lords agreed that camps and what was done to Y/N had violated quite a handful of rules", even the mention of it made a shiver run down your back, and Azriel instantly took a hold of your hand. "Beron is most likely to be executed, but Eris. Eris and Lucien they need to serve in Autumn", that part didn't surprise you. Eris always knew that no matter what dirty things of his father that he participated in, he would always have immunity. He wasn't afraid to show it off. Hence his behavior that involved you.

"That is bullshit", Azriel murmured through gritted teeth, "They will be punished but there's no final decision as to how". Rhys was calm, yet there was something beneath the surface. You felt another tingle run through you as you spoke, "That's not it; I can feel it." You instantly could tell that this was the part that the high lord wanted you two to discuss alone. This was the reason why no one, especially Azriel, wasn't supposed to be here. "The lords want to use your power to break down whatever Beron had going on and track down his allies," Rhys said after taking a deep breath.

Azriel tensed instantly at the sound of that, his eyes darkening as he gaped at Rhys, "Use? Use? You're not going to use my mate." You pulled at his arm, making sure that he wouldn't jump at Rhys. "This is mostly because Y/N had been tracking them", "She didn't do it for fun", the shadow singer barked, narrowing his eyes as he leaned forward. "I know, Az," but the spymaster only shook his head and asked, "Do you? Because you're backing them, Rhys." You knew very well that the tension was going to rise once Beron's plan to take down all the high lords using their biggest fears against them came out. All in all, you knew you could be sentenced to death yourself. But you've been twisting the truth, telling Beron stuff that wouldn't be enough to break down courts. That had to mean something, right?

"No, the answer is no, Rhys, and if anyone has an issue with that, send them my way," Azriel roared, already pushing you behind him. "Az," you said in a worried way. Hands slowly ran up and down his back, hoping to calm him down. But they were all up in one another's faces, snarling at each other. "You don't give me orders, shadow singer," and you could tell that Azriel was going to launch forward, so you pushed yourself in front of him. Attempting to put as much distance between the two brothers as possible. Step in before both of them say things they regret.

"I would agree, but I can get stuck in Beron's mind; he knows how to trap me," you said quietly. Eyes glossing up as you thought about all the times he had toyed with you to his delight. Azriel's arms pulled you closer to him at the sound of that. "No, Rhys, please," the spymaster muttered. Now it wasn't anger; it was panic that flooded his eyes. Shear panic on having to go through the fright of losing you. He didn't want to step away. He didn't want to put you in harm's way. You've been through enough. Been used enough. Used and abused. Rhys knew this. Knew this very well himself. His shoulders sank, "I'm on your side. I'll do all I can so that she wouldn't have to be a part of any of this".

The high lord reached for your hand, giving it a light squeeze, "Maybe you'll share your memories with me, and I'll just show it to them as proof." You nodded your head slowly. Even if you didn't want to relive it all, you didn't want them to be able to get out of this with no consequences. After some time, Feyre emerged to steal you away for a final cup of tea before you two went back to your tiny home. A decision you both made a couple of days ago. You needed a bit of privacy and a chance to process everything together.

Before Azriel stood up to leave as well, Rhys caught his hand and said, "We will protect her, I promise." Azriel nodded his head before embracing his brother in a tight hug. The realization of how long it's been since they shared a moment like that hit him, hard. "She came to me that night because I was having a nightmare," Azriel said, his voice barely audible as the males separated. "I've been having them for a long time but... I was ashamed and said nothing", Rhys's eyes filled with sympathy, "Azriel, you should have...", "I know but it made me feel weak".

Silence fell over the room for a minute, and then Rhys draped his hand over his brother's shoulders, "She changed your life, and I'm kind of glad that you two went against my plan to separate you for the time being." Azriel let out a low chuckle. "But know that we would never think you're weak. You have a worrier's heart," pressing his hand to Azriel's chest, Rhys clapped his hand on the leather a couple of times. "We support each other as a family and we fight as a family, brother", Azriel nodded his head at his high lord's words. Now, it was only Cassian that he had to tell all of this to. And then the weight would be off his shoulders.

The flight back to your house felt almost nostalgic, and as you both landed in front of the now infamous door, you couldn't contain a smile. It looked just like you had left it as if nothing had happened in the past couple of months. "After you, my lady," Azriel chirped as he unlocked the door, but your eyes drifted to your garden, which in its untended state had almost all died down. Azriel's eyes followed, "Hey, we'll regrow everything", "I know it's just sad," you said as you stepped through the door and into the house.

"We can go to the market to get you some seeds, and I bet we need things to make food for tonight," you hummed as you dusted off the table before placing your cloak on it. Eyes fell on the blanket bed that was still on the floor in the middle of the living room. "Would you go out into the city with me?", "What kind of question is that?" Azriel looked at you all confused, "Well, you don't strike me as a male who would just walk hand in hand with me." Azriel rolled his eyes before coming closer to you, kissing the side of your head before he spun you around. "We could dance through the streets if you want," he said, and you let out a giggle as he shimmied his shoulders a couple of times. You two just stayed in each other's embrace for some time in complete silence. Silence until your stomach grumbled with hunger.

"Maybe you go out to buy some stuff and I and sprout can start on making food", Azriel's eyes wrinkled again, "Who's sprout?", had he missed some creature you grew here? Or was it a person? But you just pointed a finger behind him, making the spymaster turn that way. Not far from you two flouted the shadow that had been by your side at all times.

"You named my shadow?", you only nodded your head, and the little ball of darkness instantly edged closer to you. "Oh, no, no one else is getting named," Azriel shook his head as more of his shadows rushed to you. But the balls of darkness didn't seem to listen as you lifted your hands so they could dance all over you. "It's okay, we won't tell him," you whispered to them, knowing full well that Azriel could hear you. The truth was that Azriel loved it. Loved that something so deadly that was supposed to be scary was so loved by you. As if his most damaged side was being loved by you the most, "I'll pretend I didn't hear it." You giggled, moving into the kitchen to start working on the shopping list.

Humming under your breath, you mixed the stew that was cooking in one of the pots. Azriel had come back not long after you two separated, giving you just enough time to clean up the house and get the fire started. With him now sorting through your books, you were left to finish making dinner. It felt homely and safe. For the first time in a while, you both had no worries on your shoulders. Even if it was for just one evening. It seemed like the biggest gift.

"It smells so good that I need to control myself to not drool all over," Azriel said. His warm hands sneaked over your middle as he inched closer, careful not to hurt your wings. You leaned into his chest, closing your eyes as his warmth seeped through your much cooler skin. It was a delight to soak in his warmth. Noticing that Azriel ran his hands up and down your arms "Get the table ready; we'll be able to eat soon." With one last kiss to the top of your head, Azriel moved to pull out two bowls and some plates for the roasted rosemary-honey potatoes that - he was convinced without even trying - were going to be delightful. Noticing a couple of candles on the other side of the room, the spymaster was quick enough to place them in the middle of the table before lighting them.

You emerged from the kitchen carrying a still-sizzling tray. "Do I have to warn you not to touch them yet?" you teased the male as you turned to him. Azriel was already licking his lips. But he only shook his head, moving to walk with you back into the kitchen so he could pour himself some stew, but you snatched the bowl out of his hands. Azriel frowned slightly.

"Go sit down", your eyes met him for a moment, and you could tell without needing to place your hand on his chest that Azriel's heart had started beating rapidly, "Love..?", but you just smiled at him before pushing him out through the door. Those couple of minutes of waiting for you to come out with the food had been rather nerve wreaking. So many thoughts were running through his mind. Yet Azriel tried to hold himself together. Sprout flew through the doors first, nuzzling against Azriel's cheek before disappearing into nothingness.

And then you came out the door. You had the biggest smile on your face, carrying a much larger bowl than Azriel had brought out for you two to eat from. "If I'm not mistaken, I need to make and offer for your food, right?" Azriel's eyes went big. You two had decided to wait before accepting the bond. He wanted you to be sure. To be well and recovered. To give you enough time to heal. It didn't mean that Azriel wasn't craving to finally have it fully snap into place. But maybe this wasn't at all what he thought it was. "What are you doing?" he mumbled, his eyes searching yours as you placed the bowl in front of him.

"I made you my favorite stew with lots of love, and I want us to finally accept the mating bond." Azriel's thoughts were all over the place as he kept on looking at you and the food in front of him. "I want you, Azriel; it's been you for so long. I want to finally make my heart your home", the spymaster reached for your hand pulling you closer so you could sit on his lap. Embracing you in his arms, "This feels like a dream, I'm so scared I'm going to wake up, and you'll be gone", he murmured, pressing himself closer to you. Those thoughts hunt him often, at times the feelings that flouted through him, simply felt too good to be true. Like in a blink of an eye, you'll disappear. Vanish, leaving only a memory.

"But I am here, and I'm yours", you said softly, combining your fingers through his, "Now, would you please take a bite, my mate?" Smiling from ear to ear, you watched as Azriel picked up a spoon with slightly trembling fingers. Right before he took the first bite, he turned to you, pressing his lips to yours in a rather messy kiss. It felt as if all of the world's sounds felt brighter. Like every sound and smell was sharper. The golden thread between you started to glow, and like a crashing wave on the shore, the feeling of Azriel's presence flourished inside you. Tears picked up the corners of your eyes as you pressed yourself closer to your lover's chest. It felt so overwhelming to feel him. Fully feel him. Azriel had to close his eyes for a moment, but even that didn't help as the tears rolled down his cheeks. You were here in his arms. So near, and only his to care for and love.

Looking down at you, he couldn't contain a giggle: "You're glowing again," and indeed you were sparkling like the brightest star during the Starfall. "Can you blame me? I'm officially mated to the most handsome male in the whole court," Azriel let out a deep belly laugh before leaning closer to you, "I love you so much. I'll love you till the end of time. Through all the golden hours and cloudy skies," Azriel muttered into the crown of your head, leaving kisses in between his words. Smiling at him, you gently wiped away the tears from his cheeks before leaning in to kiss him yet again. As mates now. As two hearts who, from now on, only beat for one another.

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absurdthirst · 1 year

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Coming Home {Zach Wellison x F!Reader}

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Mentions of homelessness, pride, anxiety

Comments: Coming back home after your business trip leads to discovering Zach feels more at home and has some surprising news for you.

**I know it's been ten thousand years since I have updated this series! I'm so sorry. Between writer's block and other things irl and fandom it was pushed aside but Zach and Reader still live in my thoughts.

A/N: Chapter 10 of A Room With a View Series

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It’s only been three days but you don’t know what to expect when you come home. Not that you have any worries about your apartment, more that you are hoping that you don’t find Zach a worried ball of anxiety. Halfway expecting him to be sitting on the couch if not outside the door as he waits for you.

Zach has…issues with feeling as if the apartment you share is his home as well. It worries you sometimes, the way that he clings to the notion that he has to pay his way. How determined or sensitive he is about money.

There have been times that you have thought about offering to help him find a therapist. You know he has hang ups and issues, not just from being homeless for so long but also his time in the military. Wanting him to work out his feelings and maybe focus them in a positive way. The same way you realized you needed to start seeing a therapist after your relationship with Scott. You haven’t brought it up yet, maybe after you've been home for a while.

Your bag is heavier, plenty of conference swag and you had admittedly picked up some stuff that when you saw it, you had immediately thought of Zach. Especially the tool kit that had been monogrammed with your company’s logo on it. They would put their name on anything and everything. Extra t-shirts and a very lovely appointment book. Hopefully he would use those things for the handyman venture you hope he starts.

Your keys are in your hand, the relief of just seeing your apartment door almost palpable. Relieved that you don’t see Zach sitting on the floor outside, you smell a delicious waft of food coming from one of the units that makes your mouth water. The airport food is never an option unless you are desperate and you hadn’t been that hungry when you were waiting on your connecting flight. Now, smelling that - you’re famished.

The second you get your key in the door, the knob twists and flings open. “Hey! You’re home!” Zach’s grin is wide and instantly yours matches.

You are instantly swept up in a hug that takes you by surprise, both at the ferocity of the hug and the excitement that had been in his voice when he had greeted you. It makes your stomach twist in the best way and your own arms easily hug him tight. “I’m home.” You agree, realizing that the smells that made you drool are coming from your apartment. “Oh god, you’re cooking.” You moan slightly.

Zach pulls away, smiling at you sheepishly, cheeks noticeably ruddier than they were when he opened the door. “I was hoping you would be home soon.” He admits, reaching up and rubbing the back of his neck before he seemingly remembers himself and practically jumps forward to take the bag that had been abandoned in your greeting. “So I was making lasagna. Homemade, not the boxed stuff.”

Suitably impressed, you tilt your head and give him a grateful smile. “I am starving and my mouth started watering when I got off the elevator.” You promise him, seeing the table already set and you smile at the sight of wine glasses set out with a bottle of your favorite. Odd, you swear you had drunk the last bottle with him before you had left.

Zach hums happily and there’s a bounce to his stance while he drags your bag down the hall towards your bedroom. “Good, I’ve spent all day on it.” He reports over his shoulder as you trail along uselessly behind him. Desperate to get out of the ‘professional’ attire and into something along the same speed as what Zach is wearing, jeans and a t-shirt. Although you want to wear leggings.

“It smells like it.” Of course the house is clean, you expected nothing else from him. Almost obsessive in making sure everything is in its place, you wonder if it’s a tic from the years of homelessness or the military. Perhaps a mixture of both. “I can’t wait to try it.”

“I know you’re gonna be mad…”

Your stomach sinks and the icy dread of incoming bad news floods through your body. When Scott would always try to play something off he would say those words. Normally followed up by ‘you’re being dramatic’ or ‘it’s not a big deal’. You tense slightly and try to plaster a smile on your face.

When Zach stops, setting the bag near your closet door, he must see the dread that you haven’t managed to cover up quite yet. “What’s wrong? What did I do?” He asks, shoulders starting to creep up as he shoves his hands in his pockets.

“I- no, nothing.” You shake your head and wave off his concern as you toss your bag on the bed and turn back to him. “What am I going to be mad about?”

“Oh, uh-“ Zach looks sheepish and you wonder if something broke while you were gone. No, Zach would be in full panic mode trying to explain if that were the case. “I bought dinner tonight for us using the money that I’ve been paid.” He explains quickly, making the shoulders that are starting to pull up around your own ears slowly lower.

It’s almost on the tip of your tongue to protest, to tell him that he should have saved the money for himself but the gleam in his eyes makes you stop short. Pride. Not the battered chip on his shoulder that he had held onto for so long that would make him slap away any friendly helping hand. This is the pride of accomplishment. The pride that he has provided something for you and himself.

Instead of protesting, your face blooms into a wide smile, knowing how proud he is of the fact that he has bought the ingredients to make this meal from money that he’s earned. It’s a step towards regaining lost and trampled on confidence. “Then I’m glad my flight didn’t get delayed.” You hum, reaching out and touching his shoulder. “Let me get out of these work clothes and maybe we can drink some of that wine I saw out?”

God, you love that slow, wide grin. The happiness that is practically shining on his face as he nods quickly, almost hopping back and whirling around as he reaches for the door knob. “I’ll get it open!” He promises as he closes the door behind him.

You wonder what happened while you were gone, what caused this seismic shift in his attitude. Was it really just the pay from the handyman work that was putting this pep in his step? Or had something else happened to make him glow like a neon light? Those are the things you ponder on while you change out of the stiff clothes meant for a business meeting and exchange them for worn soft leggings and a t-shirt. Keeping your feet bare so you can wiggle your toes, you trot down the hall feeling relaxed and excited for the meal but mostly the company.

The trip had been good for you, allowing you to come to a conclusion you had been avoiding for a while. You are interested in Zach. Not in a roommate kind of way, but because you were surrounded by charming, socially engaging men at the conference - and all you wanted to do was curl up on your couch with Zach. At first, you thought it was because one of them reminded you of Scott, but then the thought quickly fled when you realized you were bored.

They bored you. Egotistical and self-centered, they wanted to talk about themselves. How their 401ks were doing or how the latest trending stock was going to make them a killing come the next opening bell. They didn’t listen, they didn’t ask questions. They ran their mouths for hours without saying anything of substance.

You had almost sent Zach a text over a dozen times, but ended up closing out the messages. Not wanting him to think that you were worried about him being alone at the apartment or checking up on him. He wouldn’t have believed you if you had told him the truth. You would rather talk to him about the weather than you would the men who had come up to you to chat and network.

Zach is hustling around the kitchen as you walk out, making you smile again at how happy he looks. You idly wonder how much he was paid, but you won’t ask, never wanting him to think that you are worried about him suddenly starting to pay for expenses and feel pressured. You’ve come to know and anticipate how he’s going to react and it hadn’t escaped your attention that the hundred dollars was still sitting in the entryway bowl where you had left it. You had honestly anticipated it, but it made you feel better to leave him with an emergency slush fund.

“Let me pour that wine for you.” Zach slaps a dish rag over his shoulder and moves over to the wine where he had obviously uncorked it, letting it breath for a few minutes before he picks up one of the glasses and starts to pour. It’s not an expensive bottle, the brand you drink isn’t pretentious but it is delicious, and it’s going to be even sweeter because you know how much thought he has put into this.

“Thank you.” His own glass comes next, carefully poured a little lighter than yours. It’s something that you notice him doing on things you love. He will let you have more, a touching gesture for someone who is rebuilding what he has. A glimpse at how thoughtful Zach Wellison can be. When the bottle is back on the counter, you lift your glass slightly. “To making it home from that conference.” You joke.

Zach chuckles, a warm and soft thing that makes your entire body seem to respond. To melt like wax in a warmer and you want to hear just that pitch of joy from him every single day. “To me remembering what wine you like.” So you had finished the last bottle. Your lips pull wide as you tap the rim of your glass with his and take a sip of the deliciously tart wine.

It doesn’t take long for the oven time to go off, making him hurriedly put down his glass and go into what you secretly called ‘server’ mode. He had to have worked in a restaurant at least in high school from the way he moves around a kitchen, or maybe it’s just the flair from moving in a space he was coming to believe is his own. Either way, you are shooed towards the table with a disappointed look from him. Like he is disappointed you offer to help, but you take the hint that this is a night where he wants to cater to you.

Crusty garlic bread is warm, obviously not the frozen stuff but you wouldn’t complain if it was. Soon a heaping square of lasagna is dished up in front of you and Zach is also sitting, his eyes roaming over the table excitedly, making sure that he’s forgotten nothing and it’s instinct to reach for his hand. “Everything looks wonderful.” You gush, making his neck flush slightly, although he doesn’t duck his head down. Instead, he squeezes your fingers and beams.

“Dig in.” He lets go of your hand and picks up his fork. “It’s a recipe that I found that seemed like it was going to be good.”

It is. Your moan and rolling of your eyes isn’t just for show. The happy little squiggle in your seat, something that Zach teasingly calls your ‘happy dance’ comes out and you notice that he is watching your reaction. His eyes seemingly softer and his entire aura proud as you dig into the meal.

“So-” when you finally can speak without your mouth being full of decadent pasta, cheese and sauce, you look over at him again. “Have fun while I was gone?”

Zach chews his own bite and swallows, rolling his head around his shoulders for a moment before he answers. “Yes and no.” He admits, frowning slightly. “Scott dropped by. But before you get upset-” he rushes out when your face drops. “He left and I don’t think he’s going to come back. He was drunk.”

You should have known. The heavy knot that had suddenly dropped into your stomach slowly unravels. Obviously it hadn’t been a confrontation, otherwise you know Zach would have called or texted immediately. Still, it makes your eyes flicker towards the door uneasily. “Okaaaaay.”

“I’ve been thinking about it.” Zach continues on. “Want to change the locks on the door. Or rekey them. He was beating on it when I got home, but it never hurts.”

You probably should have done that when Scott left, but you had felt safe with Zach here. Instantly, you nod. “Absolutely. Yes. Tomorrow.”

Zach nods, probably anticipating that being your answer and he looks happy about it. That makes you relax even more, knowing that you will have a new lock, new keys - things that Scott couldn’t have made copies of. “So, you know how you told me that if I needed anything, you would help me?”

That has your attention. Your eyes find his again and you don’t see anything but hope and maybe anticipation. “Of course.” You smile. “Anything.”

“Will you help me design some business cards?” Zach asks, shrugging slightly. “I’ve been thinking about checking out the pricing of some tools from the pawn shops. Adding to what you are letting me use. If you don’t mind.”

You want to roll your eyes at how ridiculous that comment is coming out of his mouth, but you don’t. You refuse to belittle the insecurities that he still holds on to, or pop up. It’s not healthy and you understand trauma response more than you wished you did, so instead of reacting negatively, you bobble your head. “Absolutely! That’s a great idea.”

There must have been some slight anticipation of rejection on his part because his sigh is audible and he slumps back in his seat with a grin. “Yeah? Great! I’m just- Mr. B on the 2nd floor wants to install a garbage disposal, his apparently quit last year and the Clarks just told me that they have a couple of things for me if I have time and I don’t want to have to run to the store every time I’m working on a new project.”

You sit back and listen to him plan, ramble really and the utter sense of joy that seems to be filling him as he plots makes you grin. “Yes. All of it, yes.” You agree when he finally comes up for air and you swear that you are about to cry. “Why don’t we work on the business cards tonight?” You offer, making him shake his head.

“You just came home.” He argues. “You should just sit on the couch tonight. We can worry about it tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow then.” Agreeing quickly, you wonder if Zach realizes the changes that have occurred while you’ve been gone. When he first moved in, he would have been insisting on getting the ball rolling right away. Afraid of taking advantage or overstepping somehow. Coming home, you’ve found that Zach has a new frame of mind and somehow that makes him even sexier than before.

#pedro pascal #zach wellison #zach wellison x you #zach wellison x f!reader #zach wellison x reader #zach wellison imagine #zach wellison fanfic #zach wellison fic #zach wellison brothers & sisters #a room with a view series

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lipshits-continuous · 9 months

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I know your degree isn’t all maths, but do you have any tips/tools for studying maths at uni?

Hello, sorry this is a few days late, I wanted to give you a proper answer /lh

These are in no particular order of importance:

If you are having trouble with a particular concept or area, talk to someone. A fellow student, the lecturer, your academic advisor, your tutor (if you uni has stuff like tutorials), are even someone from mathblr. In one-to-one conversations, it's often easier to to ask specific questions and for the person helping you to try to frame things in a way you understand

The flip side of this is try helping other people that are stuck. Explaining things to other people helps make sure you understand them. There have been occasions where a certain proof or concept has clicked for a second time when I've explained it to someone else

Practice problems and exercises are invaluable. Not only are they great for building understanding and strengthening memory (as well as developing general mathematical rigour), they're also a pretty effecient way of identifying things you don't understand as well for you to work on. I think I've talked about this before but my revision strategy is to do problems to identify what I'm weak on, and then go over the notes of the weak points and do problems on that specific area until I'm comfortable answering questions in that area again, then repeat.

Remember to take breaks! When you're trying to tackle a particularly hard problem and you're getting nowhere, take a break and focus on something else (probably not other problems). Sometimes inspiration will hit whilst you're not actively thinking about the problem (this has happened to me many times, especially whilst I'm showering haha). Or when you then go to return to the problem, you'll get back into it and realise that the answer was actually no that hard after all, you were just fatigued by spending so long on it. Obviously this won't always be the case, there will be problems that you will need to ask for help on and that's okay too. Learning is about admitting you don't know things

Remember to have fun. University can get really intense and draining and it is good to find some balance outside of that. You might not always find that balance during term time (I'm still working on it myself but my terms are short(ish) but very dense with no reading week so it's quite intense) but even little things like setting aside an hour or two just to listen to music or play a video game can help.

Sort of related to the last point but also read about maths outside of the modules you are taking, especially if they are starting to feel like a slog. Try to find things that remind yourself why you enjoy maths and why you wanted to study it. Sometimes that won't work and it might be a sign you aren't enjoying your degree as much as you thought you would (this happened to me with physics and is part of the reason I switched to doing more maths). Something that I like to do is look at module options for later years in my degree and see what things look exciting.

Get used to self-study because it's a really helpful skill. If you're lecturer didn't explain something well or you missed a lecture because of illness or whatever, you're gonna have to catch up and the lecture notes/textbook are the first port of call (as well as a friend who did attend the lecture, but they might be busy). But developing the skill before you have to do revision for exams is quite handy and independent learning skills come in very useful when you go on later to do research projects. This also includes being able to find other resources that help you understand things, like other textbooks or YouTube videos and finding out what works before for you.

A small sidenote for studying in the UK, especially if you're starting in September/October is to expect lecturer strikes. As it currently stands, it doesn't look like universities are budging so be prepared for disruption. I can't really speak for how this affects specific universities other than my own so I don't want to make general claims.

All that said, these are what I've personally found useful so some people might disagree with me or have other things they'd also suggest (if that's the case please add onto this post).

If you're starting after summer then I sincerely hope your A Level results are what you hope for and that you get into your first choice!

#maths posting #lipshits asks #study tips #mathblr #maths #mathematics #long post

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misfit0789 · 8 days

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Rule 12 | Abby Scuito

Y/n's POV

"Tony, how's my little niece?" I ask my brother over the phone. He and Tali had just left Washington to travel after Ziva died. He changed for the better once he found out about Tali.

"She's fine Y/n/n, she misses you," he says, I sigh.

"I miss her too, I'll try and visit you guys soon," I say walking back to my living room in my apartment. Tony asked if I wanted to stay in his old one but after finding out about the people dying there I wasn't for it.

"Sounds good, I got to go. I'll call you later sis," He says hanging up before I got the chance to reply. I pull the phone away from my ear and roll my eyes.

"Idiot," I shake my head and sit on the couch turning Netflix on. One thing is my brother and I are both big movie people, we would always watch them when we were younger and just enjoy ourselves. We were basically all each other had.

Just as I'm about to put on Spider-Man 3 someone starts banging on my door. "Y/n open up!" I groan and get up walking to the door. I open it and glare at whose standing there.

"Can I help you Ellie? It's 11 o'Clock at night," I groan leaning on the door frame. She gives me a sheepish smile before holding up a fast food bag. I sigh and step aside letting her in. She laughs and walks past me handing me the bag as she goes to sit on the couch.

"Is it so wrong for me to want to see my best friend?" She asks, I roll my eyes eating a fry out of the bag, "No, but when it's 11 o'clock at night and you know I spend my Friday nights watching movies and hate being interrupted," I pause and pretend to think," yes," I say sitting next to her and pressing play on the movie and grabbing my burger out of the bag, taking a bite.

"Oh stop it, you can survive one night not watching a movie, besides I need your help," she says going quiet. I swallow the piece of my burger and look at her confused. "El, what's going on? Is Jake still bugging you? Because I will happily beat his ass for you...again," I say mumbling the last part but she still heard me as she shoves me to the side. "What? I had to do something. The asshole thought it was okay to cheat and expected you to take him back. Bitch no! You cheated you pay the consequences." I say getting pissed as I think about that bastard.

"No, it's not Jake, but thank you for being so protective. It's actually case related..." She trails off. I haven't been to the office since Tony left. It just didn't feel right to me to be there with my brother not there. Ellie is the only one I've kept in contact with since he left 3 months ago. She's kept me updated on everyone. McGee is gonna propose to Delilah, there's this new guy named Torres, and Gibbs is well Gibbs.

"Bishop you know I don't feel comfortable being there since Tony left. I fell like everyone judges me," I say setting my burger down on the bag on my coffee table in front of us. "You'll be fine, besides, Abby needs you," She says the last part in a slow teasing manner causing me to snap my head up and glare at her. "El stop, I told you, that was a one time thing," I get off the couch and grab what's left of my food bringing it to the kitchen. She gets up and follows after me.

"Please Y/n/n? It's the firewall on the victims computer, none of us can crack it and you're our only other option, please?" she pouts, I groan walking away knowing I'll crack.

"No"

"Please"

"No"

"Please"

"No"

"Please"

"No"

"Please"

"Ughh okay fine I'll help, now leave me alone so I can watch Toby McGuire in peace." I say falling back on my couch and lay across it giving Ellie no where to sit. "Thank you, I'm sure Abby will be pleased to see you," she smirks pushing my head up and sitting down causing my head to fall on her lap. I groan but don't respond continuing to watch the movie.

Time Skip

"Dude chill," Ellie says. We're in the elevator on the way to the squad room but I can't stop shaking my leg. "I'm sorry El, I don't even know why I'm so nervous. I guess it'll just be weird being here without Tony." I say, she rubs my arm in a comforting manner, "It'll be okay, I'll be with you the whole way," She says, I smile and give her a nod thanking her, she smiles and gives me a nod in return. The elevators ding and we walk off the elevator towards her desk.

Ellie sits at her desk while I stand behind her wall divider and lean on it, watching as Tim and some other guy talk to each other facing the monitor. "So where is this firewall THE Timothy McGee can't crack?" I ask making my presence known to them. They both turn around confused before Tim's face lights up, as he begins to walk towards me.

"Is that Y/n DiNozzo I see?" I laugh, pushing myself off the wall and meet him in the middle pulling him into a hug, "Hey Tim," I say, "How are you? How's Delilah?" I ask. He smiles, "We're both doing great, Thank you, She's actually in Dubai right now but she should be back soon. You'll have to come over for dinner soon." He says, I nod agreeing. We pull back when someone clears their throat. I look and see the guy Tim was talking too standing there with a big smile on his face.

"Hola, beautiful. I'm Special Agent Nick Torres," he says reaching for my hand, taking it in his and kissing the back of it. I look at him in disgust causing Bishop and McGee to laugh leaving Torres confused. "What?" he asks offended, letting my hand go.

"She's gay Torres," Bishop says in between laughter. He blushes in embarrassment and walks back to his desk. I join the other two in laughter. I immediately stop when I see Gibbs come in with a cup of coffee in his hand, while the others continue, I try to stop them but it doesn't work.

"Something funny McGee?" He asks, Tim immediately stops along with Bishop. "No Boss, just talking to Y/n," he says. Gibbs turns and looks at me, I smile and wave shyly. "Y/n," He smiles pulling me in for a hug, I slowly hug him back surprised at his actions. Gibbs and I never really talked when I'd visit Tony at the office so this is a big surprise.

"Uhh hey Gibbs, I just came by because Ellie mentioned some trouble with a firewall..." I trail off, he pulls back and nods. "Yea, Abby has been in the lab all night trying to crack it. Some new fresh eyes may be helpful. Do you still remember where the lab is?" He asks, I nod and give him a smile. "Yea, I should be able to make it there. I'll see you guys later." I wave to them, Bishop gives me an encouraging look. I nod and smile in thanks before turning and walking towards the elevator. I press the down button and wait for the doors to open. Looking down and noticing my shoes untied I kneel down and tie it.

As I'm tying them I hear the doors open followed by a gasp. I look up a bit and see shoes I know all to well. I slowly stand up and come face to face Abby Sciuto. "Oh uh hey," she says avoiding eye contact. "Hey," I say, "I was just on my way down, Bishop had mentioned something about a firewall." I say slowly standing up, almost eye level with her, as I'm a few inches taller even when she's wearing her boots.

"Oh, yeah, um I was just coming up to get Bishop but I guess you'll do," She says, turning back around and walking into the elevator. I stand there in a daze, "You coming or what?" She asks, I shake my head snapping out of it and follow her into the elevator. She presses the button for the floor of her lab and we are left in awkward silence.

The doors open and I let her go out first before following behind her into her lab. I stop at the door and look around smiling at the memories we shared in here when I would visit Tony.

"Y/n?" I snap out of it and look to see Abby looking at me confused, "You okay? You keep zoning out," She asks worried, I nod and give her a fake smile, which if she notices she doesn't mention. "Sorry, just got caught up in my head," I apologize, she nods and turns back to her computers.

"So, the petty officer was big into security software and ended up creating his own firewall for his computer and none of us can seem to figure out how to crack it. Bishop suggested you might be able to help." Abby explains, I nod and look at the code on the screen and smirk.

"None of you could crack this? I did this my freshman year in college. This is easy, may I?" I ask motioning to the keyboard, she nods and steps to the side letting me go ahead. I nod in thanks and step closer to her and start decoding the firewall. I get into decoding it I don't notice how close Abby and I are, nor that she is staring at me.

"Done," I say with a smile as the petty officers home screen appears. I turn to Abby and gasp at our closeness, I look down slightly and glance from her eyes to her lips as she does the same to me. Just as I'm about to lean in Gibbs comes in the room with two Caf-Pows and Bishop and McGee behind him, I jump away from Abby and clear my throat. Gibbs pays no mind while McGee and Bishop share a look and smirk at us causing me to glare slightly at them.

"Whatcha got Y/n/n and Abs?" Gibbs asks handing us both our Caf-Pows. "I was able to crack the firewall and get into his laptop but we haven't had a chance to-" Abby cuts me off before I can finish.

"Got something" I look at her surprised. "Turns out our dead petty officer had a thing for military blueprints," She pulls up the different blueprints that were on his computer.

"Never mind then," I mumble under my breath as Abby continues on talking to Gibbs. "You alright?" Bishop comes up to me and puts a comforting hand on my shoulder. I nod and take a sip of my Caf-Pow. "I will be," I sigh, she gives me another comforting squeeze.

"Bishop, McGee lets go, Abby got a lead on where the petty officer was getting the blueprints from." Gibbs says, giving Abby a kiss on the cheek and walking out with Bishop and McGee not far behind leaving Abby and I in her lab...alone.

"So... about earlier before Gibbs interrupted us..." She trails off. "Oh yeah, um we can just forget that ever happened." I say rubbing the back of my neck nervously. "But what if I don't want to," she says stepping closer to me leaving little space between us. I gasp causing her to smirk. She steps even closer and wraps her arms around my neck.

"Nervous?" She asks leaning up, with a sudden burst of confidence I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her even closer to me so our bodies are pressed up against each other. This time she gasps. "No, are you?" I ask leaning down slightly, she slowly shakes her head. Tired of all this teasing I lean down fully and pull her into a kiss, she gasps but kisses back, tightening her grip on my neck.

We both get lost in the kiss, having missed the feeling of being close to each other. We pull back since breathing is still a thing. "Whoa," I whisper, after we pull away. "Yeah," she whispers back looking up into my eyes. I see something I've never seen in them before but before anything else can be said my phone goes off. I look at Abby apologetically but she waves me off and lets go making me, I sigh at the loss of contact but answer my phone anyways.

"DiNozzo" I sigh, watching Abby move around so effortlessly. "Hey sis, did I interrupt something?" Tony asks, "No, just working in the lab with Abby, the team needed my help on a case," I explain to my older brother. "Ohhh, just working?" He asks, I can hear the smirk. "Stop it, what do you want?" I ask annoyed now.

"Just checking up on you, you know how I can get when I don't hear from you." He explains, a smile appearing on my face. "I know Tony, thank you and sorry, I've been with the team all day."

"Don't sweat it, just making sure you're good. Besides Tali wanted to say hi," He says, I hear shuffling and soon I hear the little voice of my niece speaking through the phone. "Aunt Y/n/n!!" she yells. "My little Tali! How are you?" I say back just as enthusiastically a her.

"Good, when will I see you again? I miss playing tea party with you," She asks, most likely pouting. "Awww I'm sorry sweetie, hopefully soon. I miss my little princess Tali," I say, she cheers. I'm assuming she gave Tony back the phone since he's who I hear next.

"She really does miss you Y/n/n," He sighs, I sigh too, "I know and I'm sorry Tony but it's hard for me to just drop everything and leave. My supervisor has been an ass lately and takes credit for all my work resulting in our boss pushing me harder. I got lucky to even have today off." I say walking and sitting on the chair at Abby's desk.

"I'm sorry sis, look I got to go, I'll call you later. Love you," He says. "Love you too Tony," I hang up, placing my phone on the desk and putting my head down.

"Everything okay?" Abby asks, walking over to me. I sigh and shake my head, "Not really my supervisor is an ass and keeps taking credit for everything I'm doing which makes our boss push on me even harder while my supervisor just sits there and does nothing leaving me with twice the work. It's not fun," I say leaning back in the chair throwing my arms over my eyes.

"Hey, I'm sure it'll all turn out alright. You're one of the smartest people I know. I mean aside from Bishop, McGee, Ducky, Gibbs and-"

"I get it Abs, thank you," I say laughing a bit. We sit in silence for a few before I decide to break it. "So I think we should talk about before," She sighs and nods.

"Yeah... look I like you Y/n and I have ever since we...you know. It's just I don't know. I'm scared." She says looking down.

Hey, it's okay," I reach out for her hands and pull her closer to me so she's standing in between my legs, while I'm still sitting. "I'm scared too, but I like you and I can feel something between us. Besides we don't work together all the time so there's no going against Gibbs rules." I try and joke causing her to let out a small laugh, "But if you don't want to be anything I understand," I say slowly letting her hands go.

"Y/n... I like you too, and I do want us to be something" She says taking hold of my hands again. I look up at her with a smile on my face which she returns. "Really?"

"Of course you dork," She laughs moving to sit on my lap and wrap her arms around my neck pulling me into a kiss. I pause before wrapping my arms around her waist holding her close.

"So does this mean you're my girlfriend?" I whisper as we pull away, she nods and gives me a quick kiss. I smile and give her a quick kiss.

Time Skip

Abby and I have been sitting in her lab talking for the past few hours, when Gibbs comes in the lab. "Y/n I need to speak to you," he says, I gulp but nod and stand up, walking over to him.

"Yes?" I ask. "I know how things at your job now are and after your help today I think we could use you." He says with a smile.

"What are you trying to say?" I ask him confused. "Welcome to the team Y/n," he says with a smile before walking out. I turn and look at Abby shocked.

"So much for not breaking his rules," I sigh.

#abby scuito #anthony dinozzo #ncis #ncis x reader #abby scuito x reader #leroy jethro gibbs #ellie bishop

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softxsuki · 2 years

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Hello, can I have a urgent request please? Headcanons platonic jjk (itadori, nanami, sukuna) with best friend!reader that learned she can't have kids? My gf found out today she is infertile and it's hard for her since she always wanted kids and I'm trying everything to help her feel better and she really like your headcanons, so some headcanons of them comforting reader please, thank you so much!!

Itadori, Nanami, and Sukuna (Separate) Comforting BestFriend!Reader Who Finds Out She Can't Have Children

Pairings: Itadori x Fem!Reader (Platonic), Nanami x Fem!Reader (Platonic), Sukuna x Fem!Reader (Platonic)

Warnings: Mentions of infertility and not being able to have children, sadness, hopelessness

Genre: Comfort

Post-Type: Headcanons

Word Count: 1k

Summary: In which you receive bad news that you can't have children even though it's been your dream to become a mother one day. You go to your best friends for some comfort and they come through for you

[A/N: Hello! Thank you for coming to me with this urgent request. I wrote it as fast as I could. I'm so sorry to hear that you GF received such bad news about something she's been dreaming of for so long. I glad she likes my work though, and I really hope this can help her feel better, even if it's just a tiny bit. I'm sending her all the biggest and most warm hugs right now! <3]

Itadori:

Itadori is shocked to say the least

He remembers all the times you’d excitedly ramble on and on about becoming a mother and having a child of your own; how you’d take care of them, what clothes you’d buy for them, lists upon lists of potential baby names that would be cute

Yet, in a matter of seconds, all those dreams came crashing down for you and Itadori was heartbroken for you

He’d be your shoulder to cry on and your listening ear whenever you’re ready to really talk about it

“I’m so sorry things turned out this way for you, Y/N. I’m not entirely sure what I can say to help you feel better, but if you need anything at all, I’ll be there for you in a second. You know that right?”

Probably one of the best comforters out there, he tries his best to take your mind off of the bad news by having movie nights with you, or inviting you out for dinner or just to hangout around the city

He’s really worried about you and wants you to seek professional help so you can talk so someone who can help you truly overcome this horrible news and maybe offer you some steps you can take moving forward that might give you a little more hope towards your future family

He’s with you every step of the way, no matter what you decide to do; whether you want to keep trying with your partner, or if you want to look into adoption, he’ll be your backbone all the way through

Just a little cute thing he does: whenever Mother’s Day comes, he wishes you a Happy Mother’s Day, even if you don’t have a child, because he knows how amazing of a mother you would have been and he doesn’t want you to feel left out of a celebration that you should be included in!

Nanami:

Nanami the realist–he is disappointed for you because he knows how good of a mother you would have been

He’s very understanding of your sadness and does his best to try to cheer you up in anyway that he can

But he immediately starts thinking of other options that you could take; choices you still have as a young woman who wants to start her own family

He does all the research for you (yes he’ll go into overtime for you, his best friend) and sets it aside to bring it up at a later time when you aren’t so down

Surrogate, adoption, other treatments–there are plenty of options for you to take

“I don’t want to bring your hopes up by presenting all these options to you if they don't work. I mean, many women have been deemed infertile, but were able to have a child eventually thanks to all these treatments. It’s up to you and your partner now. You can both decide what you want to do, and I’ll be here if you need anything at all. You know you can call me at anytime of the day”

He’s very cautious around you and doesn’t want to accidentally be blunt or pressure you into talking about something you’re not ready to talk about yet, so in the meantime while you’re sorting through all your confusing, and painful emotions, he remains by your side and offers as much support as he can

He’s a little awkward though, not gonna lie

If you’re watching a movie with him and there's a scene with a mother and her child, he gets all stiff and turns it off

Or if you’re out in public and see a family with kids all together, he turns you around before you can see it, in fear that it might make you feel sad

He’s very attentive and will quite literally drop anything to help you or just listen to you if you ever need him

Sukuna:

How did you manage to tame and befriend Sukuna? I have no idea, but for some reason he’s extremely, uncharacteristically, soft around you

You’d expect the man deemed so evil to laugh in your face as soon as he hears the news, but instead, he’s shocked

He was lowkey hoping to be the godfather or at least an uncle to your children one day in the future, but that future seemed to dwindle from his mind as well as yours

He might act a little sarcastic and brush it off like it’s nothing, just so he doesn’t make a big deal about it in front of you and potentially make you feel even worse, but deep down he’s really disappointed

Probably tries some sketchy methods to make it possible for you to have children again? Is that possible? Idk, but he brought Itadori back to life so maybe

If you don’t want him interfering though, then please tell him clearly and firmly with as much detail as possible that you don’t want him to, because he will try and find a loophole around your words

And honesty, Sukuna hates children, but for some reason the sound of a child that YOU had made didn’t sound so bad to him, so he really hates the idea of adoption

After a few weeks of you finding out the bad news, he’d probably encourage you to not give up

Ignore him if this bothers you or tell him to shut up (don’t worry he won’t hurt you, he’d never hurt you. No matter what you do to him)

“I’m sorry for always bringing it up. Just tell me if you don’t want me to bring it up again and I won’t.”

Look at that, you got this man to apologize for the first time in his life

But really, he feels for you and he hates to see you so upset, he’ll actually destroy the world for you, his best friend, so keep him on a short leash

Becomes very protective over you, so let’s hope he doesn’t catch anyone saying anything bad to you about you not being able to have children because he’s crazy, he WILL fight (or worse) again keep that leash short and hold on firmly because he’s a loose canon

You do find that being around him and his unique personality does cheer you up eventually, he’s good at distracting you by saying something so out of pocket about someone that you can’t help BUT to laugh

REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

Posted: 10/5/2022

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sol-consort · 12 days

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Greetings commander Shepard, hopefully things are going well for you.

Me. Calibrations, there aren't very many scenes I remember of Garrus. The scene I remember the most was in the third game where he and you are having a shooting contest and can let him win or win for yourself. I always chose to let him win, his enthusiasm over the victory was enjoyable. Though a less pleasant action he did was arming micro explosives in the new apartment you get, I forgot his code so fast. Finding him in mass effect 2 brought a smile to my face seeing him again. Never really looked into his character, currently I'm trying to remember his missions. The black market dealer confrontation I think I chose the paragon option. We arrest the Salarian I think. I don't know why but it reminds me of Sera's mission where you can confront a noble. Both characters show concern about hearing the opposition out and I think you can say something about trying to test out their reactions.

"I'm sorry Pill, but the family has spoken. You will need to disappear. You will be missed, collect your thoughts." Sorry you pill pet had to go, but congratulations on your niece's latest patch.

As for the modding, I'm not familiar with it in general aside from stories of Bethesda games getting a lot of mods. Some for amusement, some for quality of life, and some for personal. Hope the experience was fun and congratulations on fixing or finding a work around. I've seen some mods for stardew valley, mainly from a channel I think, Dangerously funny is the handle, but I don't think they've uploaded stardew valley content in a while. Has the new update come out for stardew? How are you enjoying your time with it in general?

I do not know how much work and research you've had to do for your blogs, but it definitely is a lot. I can see why you'd get burnt out. Take your time and see that you made your spot. A lot of people enjoy your stories and so enjoy your response. Your efforts have paid off. I'm happy you got to where you can converse with people you can trade or share information on interests you have. The consort sol settlement you place on the map has been marked. The little camp you set up turned into a little town. Or would it be your outpost has been approved of expansion from the a space setting?

Regarding you not doing well mentally, I'm sorry about that. I know people have different ways of dealing with it and I wish you the best with dealing with them. Hopefully my wording is careful. I don't know how you feel when it hits or for how long, but I do wish you the best in whatever means are available to you.

Walnut.

Your previous post about your actions with walnuts made me think of Shepard in your place and Anderson in your father's. The rest of your crew by the third entire would most likely be joining you but a few may stick with Anderson, giving you a bag and probably just watching.

Had to look up the disk of humanity, found out that they made references to it in some early transformers cartoons and some more recent ones from Netflix. I didn't know about the whale songs, but that does sound nice. Space whales can hear their sea siblings. As for the super volcano, had to it up and, very big. Often forget that each planet has its own thing going and that we're looking into colonizing mars. Your love for space shows as well as your enthusiasm for things you wish to learn about. Hope you get to explore more things of interest.

Hopefully this finds you well, and thank you for the wishing of good things to come. I hope the same for you, remember to hydrate, stretch, rest your eyes and to take time for yourself. That includes taking a break from hobby diving to rest. I know not all of the previous can be done, just do what you can for yourself and hope you have time.

Thank you

I don't have any energy. I read your sweet letter multiple times and milked it for every drop of happiness I could get when my days were getting dim. I'm thankful for your existence.

Life has...taken a huge dip. I feel like I'm crumbling. My headaches are worse.

I was waiting to have some resemblance of good news to share with you before replying to the ask. But I kept waiting and waiting and nothing came, I'm sorry. I thought I'd achieve something or go through a fun even if I just postponed replying to this, I didn't and it hurts to ignore it any longer.

I don't want to talk about the bad either.

So I guess this is it for this time around. I hope I have something more cheerful and interesting to share with you next time, if there is a next time.

I hope you're well and if you're not, then know it's okay to be unwell. Life still goes on, the world still spins and no one turns off the sun. The indifference of the universe is comforting if you think about it, like an estranged relative that will always send you money but never send their congratulations or condolences. It's safer this way, to put a wall between you and others.

I'm trying to write a new fic, a character in it speaks latin and I have been researching latin because of it. I still don't understand the difference between "Mi" "Mei" and "Meus" when it comes to possessive pronouns but I'll manage. I think "Mi" was for feminine nouns and "Meus" for masc but I think I'm wrong. "Mae" is probably for feminine nouns.

I also don't understand how that rule applies to names. If I wanted to say "My Bob" would I say "Bob Meus" or "Mi Bob" or "Meus Bob"

It apparently also changes depending on if I'm currently speaking directly to Bob, thinking about Bob or just talking to someone else about Bob.

Arabic is also a gendered language but it feels more...manageable? Like how come a noun's gender effects the way I say MY possessive pronouns? But not possessed noun pronouns?

In arabic to add "my" you just add a "ti" or "li' at the end of a noun. So for example my table would become "Tabla-ti"

"Tabla" is table and "ti" is mine.

It's actually just the "i" that you add without the "t" but when you say Tabla, the last "a" is actually a "t" that's pronounced as "A" if left alone but with an added letter it becomes "t"

If we do it with Bob it becomes "bobi"

Funny thing that's where the confusion about the word "habibi" comes from. It's so hilarious when I see fanfic writers make arab characters say "my habibi" because they don't know better. It's like someone say "my my love"

"Habibi" has the "i" of possessive. "Habib" is the noun by itself which means lover. It comes from the word "hub" which is love. It also depends on the lover's gender and quantity.

"Habibti" for feminine while the other for masc

"Habibye" for two masc or mixed lovers. "abibaatye" for two fem lovers

"Hubi" for plural masc or mixed lovers. "Habibati" for plural fem lovers.

Now this is with the first person pronouns. If you change it to second person where I'm saying this lover belongs to you then it all changes again to slightly different words. Also each word now has two versions depending on if the "you" is a masc or fem.

It also changes completely again if we're talking in third person about a "he" "her" or "they"

Also lover is a general endearment term that is used to be friendly rather than flirtatious? Like I'd call a stranger "habibi" just to show I'm glad to see them? My dad calls me that when he brings me something and I call my little niece that when she's crying and I comfort her.

It's almost like "darling" for British people. Sure the literal translation means something but the culture itself around the word changed its meaning.

You can still use it for your actual lover, however, and no one will bat an eye. But again, it won't impress your lover. It's not romantic by nature. It's a term for platonic love.

Unless you introduce someone as your "habibi," then yeah, it develops romantic context.

With words that already end with "i" then you add a ّshada which is like a tiny "w" that shows this letter should be pronounced twice as intensely

So with chai it would become chaii or chaiّ

You can skip the tiny w and add two letters but it is considered childish to do so.

And all of this is just formal arabic, which no one actually speaks irl. It's only used in official documents, professional books, government, and news. If you spoke it irl, people would laugh at you endlessly.

Regional dilect changes the way gendered terms are spelt and written, and also how the possessive and gender rules work. It becomes so severe that most Arabic countries don't understand each other from how much each of their dilects has evolved and changed. Sometimes in events, you need an interpreter to translate dilect arabic to fromal arabic in order for other arabic people to understand it.

that's why we still teach formal arabic despite it technically being a dead language since no one speaks it. So we can use it to communicate and document things when you don't understand the other person's version of arabic.

When foreigners want to learn arabic, we gently sway them to learn Egyptian dilect arabic because it's the "easiest" by far and most understood in all arabic countries thanks to Egypt being famous for their movies and theater shows. It's how I learned Egyptian arabic actually because I didn't have a clue what they were saying before.

It also has a lot of french influence in it thanks to the colonisation. So to a western tongue, it's spoken more smoothly while with my country's arabic, you'd have to learn new letters and new sounds to make.

A dilect and an accent are completely different, btw. I have an accent in arabic, my own mother language. Because I decided to learn English as a kid at the same time, I was learning to speak my country's dilect version of arabic, so they mixed a lot of wires in my brain. As a conclusion, I can speak formal arabic more authenticity than my own county's arabic, which is...insulting and embarrassing.

The world isn't doing well. I'm afraid of dying. My country is so close to the current genocide going on and all airports here were closed recently.

The idea of dying by itself is weird. It's not so out of reach anymore. I'm barely healthy and alive as I am right now, would I be strong enough to survive an attack or a war?

It sounds grim but I'd prefer dying before it happens.

You mentioned letting Garrus win, that's very sweet of you. And interesting since I always chose to let him lose. I felt like Shepard earned a win between everything that's happening, a chance to show off to an old friend.

But you let him win. I didn't even consider it as an option. It was kind and selfless.

The micro explosives and hottub trap incidents are one of my favourites in the apartment party mission. He was so enthusiastic about it that he didn't even consider the home part in "home defence" he didn't want you to not get robbed, he wanted your house to almost get broken into so he could force the intredurs through traps that are a mix of saw and home alone. Doesn't matter if the house isn't livable anymore. This is war shepard. You could easily fit a Browning .50 calibre machine gun in the fridge if you take out all the food. That way, if an intredur comes in, you can pretend to fix yourself a little sandwich and then boom 1200 round/minute to the face.

I ate donuts lately. They were really tasty.

I got strawberry chocolate, white chocolate and milk chocolate ones.

The strawberry was my favourite.

Do you eat your donuts hot or cold? I always eat them when they're hot because they're bakery goods. They are baked. They come out of an oven. They are supposed to be hot.

They're not cake. You don't have frosting to worry about or anything. Just plop them into the microwave for 30 seconds, then eat them hot and tasty. I genuinely can't understand people who eat them cold.

Sponge cakes without frosting are best eaten hot too.

What is a baked good if not bread that's sweeter than usual? And you don't eat cold bread do you?

Fojwofjw that walnut incident, I will never live it down huh?

I think Grunt would join Shepard and consider smashing walnuts on the ground (or on someone) as the only correct way to eat it. Ashley would definitely bully tf out of Shepard for it while Kaidan tries to politely hint at how unhygienic it is and maybe just ask him to open them next time?

Thinking about it, I've done a lot of stupid shit just to fuck around and find out. Consequences didn't even register to me when the promise of a tempting experiment was on the horizon. Staying up long enough to induce a psychosis episode, stealing alcohol and cigarettes as a kid, not to consume mind you, but to cut and mix them trying to decipher what makes them so addicting to adults.

I hid so well in hide and seek as a kid once, stayed in the same position for 4 hours, and didn't move even when the my friends went to ask my parents if I came home. Cue my parents panicking and asking the neighbours, searching the streets and calling my name while I sayed in my hiding spot gigging and thinking of how impressed they would be of my great hiding skill.

They were not, especially when the police were called.

A waste of my talents I tell you.

I also ate rat poison as a kid once. Out of spite because they made it look like candy and my parents were like "hey listen fuckface, this bag that looks like candy IS NOT candy, it's for the rats. Do not eat it."

So of course I went and ate it after they went to sleep like duh? I knew it wasn't candy, I was just insulted they thought I was dumb enough to fall for it. So I decided to act even dumber.

Being frank, I don't think natural selection wants me here.

I'm feeling better, actually. less miserable than when I started writing this. It made me happier, like writing to an old friend. I was so scared of answering this since I didn't have anything interesting to talk about, but now I see that my fear was misplaced.

I don't want to worry you or anyone reading this. I deleted so many parts that slipped out about my personal problems. Life is just disheartening and it's bitter to not be loved as much by what was supposed to be a family.

But I will love myself regardless. At least I will try to. Because there is no other option. If natural selection made a mistake by not taking me out when I was a dumb kid, good fucking luck catching me now. I'm planning to live and enjoy life out of spite. I love so many things in this life, it's beautiful.

#☆other

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periwinckles · 1 year

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The train back to twelve - chapter 7

Week 3 - Thom

Chapter Summary: Jack and Thom search Cyrus tent, for Haymitch's stuff. Someone might get punched.

When we reach camp most of the day's tasks have already been completed. Sae stirs a pot over the crackling flames of the fire. Two cleaners, likely on their way to the train station shower, hurry past us while a group of campers gather to retrieve their laundry from the clothesline. The bustling end of the day isn't the ideal setting for what we are about to do, but we need to make the most out of Cyrus’ absence from camp.

"I'll talk to Jack first, then we'll decide what to do. Do you mind putting my dry clothes back in my tent?"

Delly nods but looks unsure of herself.

"Are you sure about that? I don't want to intrude on your privacy. I'm sorry I went there this morning without asking, I wasn't thinking."

"Why wouldn't you go to my tent? Of course you can go."

I spot Jack talking to Mr and Mrs Steiner next to the supplies shelter. I need to get him aside before Cyrus comes back from his shower.

"If you're sure."

"Of course I'm sure, you can go to my tent anytime."

I signal Jack to let him know I need to talk to him and He promptly excuses himself from the Steiners and joins me as I lead him to the far side of the camp.

"Cyrus has booze."

He's quick to figure it out. There is no alcohol anywhere in the district, unless Haymitch Abernathy's house.

"How do you know?"

"He spoke to Delly earlier and she smelled it in his breath."

And I am so done with him breathing down her neck all the time. It figures he would feel himself entitled to take whatever he wants, whether it's food, valuable items or a place in the council.

We have two options. We can either wait for him and confront him about it or we can search his tent while he's gone and look for evidence.

"I say we do a quiet search and then confront him if we find anything relevant." Jack suggests, while taking a quick survey of the camp. Everyone's busy getting ready for dinner. From here I can spot Delly and she's taking her time to shake off her sleeping bag, while partially blocking the view to Cyrus's tent. That a girl!

"It's now or never." I tell Norbert and with a few quick strides I'm inside Cyrus tent, while Jack stays outside and chats with Delly.

I don't have to look hard, it's in full display next to his sleeping bag.

"THAT SON OF A…"

"Did you find anything?" Jack asks while getting inside the tent as well, and I hold up my hands to reveal the half-empty bottle of liquor and a strip of three condoms. I guess old habits die hard for peacekeepers. We all knew their weakness was booze and women and just the thought of him even speaking to Delly…

"WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?"

We hastily get out only to find Cyrus waiting outside, fuming and demanding answers, Delly looking apologetic. I'm still holding the bottle in my hand.

"That's what we would like to know." I tell him taking two steps to stand in front of him. "Do you care to tell us where you got this?" I do my best to keep myself calm but I've been wanting to punch this guy for weeks now. I'm not sure I'll hold it for the entirety of this conversation.

"We're not doing this here." Jack says with a low voice, holding my forearm and pushing me back. "We're going to the slag heap, all three of us."

"I'm not going anywhere with the both of you." Cyrus snaps back and he's loud enough that everyone's paying attention now. "You two want a word with me? I'm taking Ray as well."

Ray Thomson takes a step forward but Jack immediately pushes him aside with a warning. "Stay out of this, Ray!"

I get why Cyrus would feel intimidated. He is a former peacekeeper and he's physically fit, but he's no miner and I have several inches on him. And Jack is a beast of a man even in his late thirties, but he’s staying surprisingly calm. I’m glad for it as I’m usually the one with the cool head.

"We just want to talk."

No one dares to come close but all eyes are on us. He has no other choice but to agree.

"Fine."

We make our way to the slag heap, away from prying eyes and ears. Cyrus stands with his hands on his hips, donning clean clothes but sporting a fatigued expression. He waits for us to speak first, and Jack takes the lead.

"Someone 's been stealing from Haymitch Abernathy. A watch. Food. Condoms. And that's just what we know for sure."

The laugh that comes out of his mouth is loud but brief, almost as if he had his energy drained out of him. "And you think I did it?" He retorts incredulously.

"Where did you get the liquor? And the condoms? Were you planning on using them with anyone? OR ARE YOU JUST GOING TO USE THEM LIKE CRAY USED TO?" I shove him and Jack holds me back by my arms, but Cyrus keeps his chin held up high daring me to take a swing at him.

"OH AIN'T THAT CONVENIENT,” Cyrus retorts, his tone dripping with sarcasm.” LET'S HOLD THE PEACEKEEPERS ACCOUNTABLE FOR WHAT THAT PIECE OF SHIT OF CRAY USED TO DO."

"Calm down, the two of you, just calm down!"

I run my hands through my hair taking a few breaths to steady myself. If there is one thing I always prided myself on is being in control of my temper. I was never one to get into fights or arguments, not even when I lived in the community home. However, Cyrus Johnson might be the one to put my self-restraint to the test.

Read the rest on Ao3

#the hunger games #the hunger games fan fiction #Thom x Delly #delly cartwright #haymitch abernathy #the rebuilding of district 12

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maythearo · 1 year

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I'm back my queen 👑 How was your day? Are you feeling well?

Firstly, I loved all your HCs for the boys in Brazil! (And I really liked the Azul's one, my gatinho capitalista) and I don't know what else to say just *chef kiss* they are perfect.

I'm not here with Jamil News, but hey, my crush had wrote something romantic and don't want to show me (My expectations aren't high and I still cant take it out of my mind, but that's not the point here!). So I was thinking, what are your HCs for Jamil falling in love? Do you think he will hide it for as long as possible or, depending on the situation, say it naturally? And what about your OCs? How they are while falling in love? If you already receive this question or already have some post about it, sorry!

Beijos da Anita!

- The BR Jamil Simp Anon

It's always such a joy to have you here in my inbox anon AKSBSKDJSJ I'm doing great and currently covered in cat fur! Hope you are doing great too but without the car fur part! (I can't wear black clothes anymore)

And for real, your crush wrote you something?? That's so cute!!!!! I hope it's something lovely 🙏 your expectations may not be high but I'm crossing my fingers here!

Now that's a good question, if I have hcs of Jamil in love 🤔

Maybe he would have a hard time realizing he's in love, and even admitting to himself so. That guy is busy as busy can be, so I imagine finding a proper time to sit down and and think about feelings must be SO difficult to find. And in his mind, would it even be worth it? Or even necessary to delve into it? I mean, ignoring his own feelings is also an option. Not allowing such things to become another nuisance for him to bear... but yeah, we know it's not that simple is it

But he is not stupid, sooner or later he will admit it to himself. He needs time, maybe things might not happen right away, but they will sort out eventually. Honestly I get the feeling it's more of a challenge for Jamil himself to go through those first stages of acceptance than it would be to actually confess lollll

Kinda makes me sad he would probably have to think about work and all his duties before even dare to try to think of his love life. There's already so much responsibility on his back but come on, he deserves love! There shouldn't be any difficulties in trying to achieve it, it's his life after all!! AAHH!!!

Even after all of that, if he ever decides to confess his feelings for someone, I think he would be direct, straight to the point, now or never. And would not set his expectations too high since, 1. If it went wrong it would hurt less and 2. ""There are better people than him for his crush to have feelings for"". It's a possibility he internalized some of his struggles with never being allowed to shine brighter than, *AHEM* a certain someone, but dude they didn't even say anything yet, quit putting yourself in second place before even knowing the truth!! >>:(

But anyway, for him, patience is key. It would be wonderful for Jamil to have someone he can lower his guard around. Even have fun with. He deserves some rest, peace and quiet with someone he loves, and to feel loved more than anything! More lighthearted moments for this boy's life please

OH and for my OCs? Idk let's see..

For the little meow meow, who by the way, I'm pretty sure her name is going to be Lu/Luci, well I think she considers herself too young to think of such things, and that's fine! She's quite ambitious, and anything that doesn't contribute to her current plans she simply shoves them aside. Not forcefully though, she just can't bring herself to care enough.

Crushes are something that never crossed her mind. Those silly questionnaires about school crushes that everyone seems to enjoy teasing her about are always met with a short but effective reply. Something along the lines of "no, too busy trying to overthrow the government" and I think that's completely valid.

But we can totally talk about other forms of love. Like, love from family and friends is honestly all she needs in the present moment! For most of her life, Lu didn't exactly got much of other people's attention to listen to her feelings or problems, so now having a small group of people she can rely on is all that she needs, even if she doesn't realize it herself so

First of all help I need a name for that pink creature, second of all they act weird and awkward about love. They are weird. They are going to make this weird. It's tough.

They invented denial. It's incredible. It's very obvious for anyone to notice when they are in love, there is literally no point in trying to hide it idk why they even try.

Everything about the person they love is nearly perfect in their eyes, so much so, they won't even try to make a move! No, no, this person deserves someone better, just as amazing as he is, someone who can give him the world, everything he deserves and more... wait did I just say 'he'?.. Oh no I hope this isn't a give away to who this person could possibly be, let's all pretent to be shocked

But regardless, just watching from a distance or being there for this person is enough for this pink haired fool. No need to try anything else, no, why would they? Just the mere fact they met someone so special is fine. It stings a little but oh well! Love can be scary, but there's nothing better than running away from your fears, as they say. Wait, what do you mean that's not what they say?

Thank you for listening to my ted talk, and we will be closing off with an Anitta meme, visual representation of me to myself atm, cause I have once again rambled too much 🏃🏃

#the BR Jamil simp anon #ask #twst oc #take a guess who the yume ship is #boy oh boy wouldn't it be a challenge for 2 creatures in denial such as jamil and pink ditto to be in love with each other #could you imagine that. these two? these two together? oh man! a shame it's impossible! 🏃 anyway!

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joy-of-life88 · 1 year

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Lace & Leather [a Damian Priest story] 22 I'm sorry

Katja POV

I put Hazel back in the stroller and then took quick steps to find Stephanie and Hunter. Fortunately, it wasn't long before I found the area where the makeshift offices had been set up. I took a deep breath before knocking on the door. The door opened moments later and a beaming Stephanie greeted me. I guess that meant I was here before her father.

"Katja, it's so good to see you! I was not expecting you. I thought we had discussed everything when you were here last time. Oh! Is that her? May I?" she gushed until she noticed Hazel.

"Sure. I really need to talk to you. Would it be possible to get Hunter to join us?" I replied, watching as she carefully lifted my little one in her arms.

"Oh... hello you precious little thing. Aren't you adorable? I'll call him." she cooed until she remembered what I had said.

With Hazel in her arms, she sat down at her desk and reached for her phone. She quickly tapped away on her phone and then waited for her husband to answer the call. Tense, I tapped my feet as the seconds that passed seemed endless. It was a good thing it didn't take long for her to reach Hunter. He promised to be there immediately and indeed he was. Probably he had not been far away.

Hunter greeted me with a quick hug and then looked at me as questioningly as his wife.

"All right, kiddo. So tell me what's so important." Steph began as she lifted her gaze from my daughter.

"Your father fired me a few minutes ago." I said simply and then waited for what was said to reach them.

"He what? Why? Please tell us exactly and in detail what happened." replied Hunter.

I told them exactly what had happened. Every word that was said and every little thing that I still had in my head. It was important to be totally honest now. I didn't want Theory to try to spin it differently. When I was done I took a deep breath. Now all I could do was wait.

"Katja... I... I'm sorry this happened. But unfortunately, I don't see any way to undo it. You hit him.... twice... I had fired you myself as a result. You know the company policy. I'm sorry. If you just hadn't hit him, I would have had options. But this way..." Steph said after a few minutes of silence as she thought about it.

I honestly didn't expect it any other way, but I owed it to myself and my family to at least try. I nodded, stood up and walked around the table to take Hazel out of her arms. It was time to go. I didn't want to burst into tears in front of them. I had plenty of time for that later.

Carefully and with slightly shaking hands, I put Hazelnut in the stroller. I opened the door so I could leave.

"Thanks for everything, though," I said in a low voice, looking up at the two of them only to see them exchange a glance with each other. It almost looked like they were talking to each other.

"Katja.... We'll figure something out, okay?" said Hunter.

I nodded. Then I hurried to leave the building. I wanted to get to the hotel as soon as possible before anyone saw me. There I could cling to my baby while I let my feelings out.

Damian POV

As soon as I was able, I left the arena and made my way to the hotel. I still hadn't heard from Bluebell and that worried me. I wanted to know what Stephanie had said. I would have liked to go to her myself or at least be there while Kat talked to her. But I stuck to what Kat wanted me to do. Even if I didn't like it.

But as soon as I opened the door to our room, my heart sank into the pit of my stomach. That was not a good sign. I heard the soft sobs and sniffles that could only mean one thing.

Quietly, knowing the baby was probably asleep, I set my luggage aside and crawled into bed with Bluebell. She had pulled the covers over her head as she cried. It broke my heart. I pulled the blanket away and slid my arm underneath my girlfriend so I could pull her tight against my chest.

"I guess it didn't go well." I said softly as I stroked her back soothingly.

"No, not in the least. I'm still fired." She whispered as she looked at me with her eyes filled with tears.

"I'm sorry, Bluebell. I wish there was something I could do for you. You should have taken me with you, then... then.... God, I have no idea. I'm sorry." I babbled while trying to figure out what I could say.

"It's not your fault, D." she murmured as she pressed her face against my chest.

"What do we do now?" I wanted to know in hushed tones. I felt so helpless.

"I have some ideas." she replied softly.

"Do you want to tell them to me?" I asked.

"Well.... I can still continue with acting. Or I can go back to studying. Or...." she listed.

"Or?" I encouraged her to continue.

"Damian?" she asked as she lifted her head to look at me.

"Yes?" I replied.

"Will you marry me?" she suddenly wanted to know.

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queerautism · 2 years

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Had an ableist experience at dialysis that ticked me off and wanted to share if it's okay. Feel free to ignore especially because it kind of ended up writing out like a long vent, but I'm not sure how else to express it.

(Ventish thing start)

Why are clinic technicians so ableist? (rhetorical, I know it's because they're part of the medical system)

Had one try and literally take my cane out of my hand while I was using it to get a "more accurate weight" (the weighing is unfortunately a vital part of dialysis treatments). Just straight up tried to grab it out of my hand.

I luckily have enough mobility I made it a teaching moment and showed him the weight was the same with or without but dear fuck I should not have had to be the one to teach that.

Unfortunately I was shocked enough by it I didn't think to explain the should be obvious point that you don't even touch people's assistive devices without permission and you sure as fuck don't try and take someone's cane or other device without permission.

They shouldn't even be trying to take and set aside my items like my bag without my permission. I should have the option to do that myself if I want to and am able to. But clinic efficiency is more important than respecting patients I guess.

The one good (?) thing about these experiences is that I'm learning to set my boundaries around my body, items, and devices. Not well yet, but I'm actually speaking up. I wouldn't have to do it half as often as I am if non disabled people would actually think of me as a whole person though and especially if they'd bother learning about disabled people.

I'm just tired of people touching and moving my cane without permission. There is one person allowed to do that without asking and that's my caretaker who knows how to handle it and only does that as part of what I need him to do. Anyone else needs to ask.

Like, okay clinic dude if you'd done that and I'd had worse mobility and you'd caused a fucking fall, what would you have done then? Next time if I don't freeze up again I'm considering asking how they'd do if someone came up and took off one of their legs. Maybe that'd get the point through.

Anyway, I'm realizing I really can only trust other disabled people at this point and it's like. Googling how not to go hoarse screaming at the sky in frustration is something I might have to do later. At least there are spaces on the internet where people get it, even if I haven't found any good irl ones.

Vent over

Thank you for the space you've made on your blog for everyone. It really has helped with not feeling like I should just accept the ableism and everything else bad that's been going on since I've gotten sick.

I am so sorry you gotta deal with that, jesus christ. I have quite a bit of trauma around mobility aids being taken away from me at this point, and 90% of it is because of things medical professionals have done.

You are doing great learning to advocate for yourself and i am really proud of you <3

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adarlingmess · 1 year

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Darling's Diary - Ko-fi Commissions, HD File Cleanups, and Updates

Hey darlings! I hope you're all doing well!

I've set up my workspace and I'm ready to work again! The move ate up a huge chunk of my savings and I won't receive my utility deposit from the old place until December 10th, so I'm working extra hard! Gotta get that dough before the holidays so I can serve something nice for Christmas dinner :)

Recently, I got feedback about my prices and how some would prefer more affordable options for commissions. While I enjoy working on big pieces, sometimes the burnout and fatigue catches up, and I also miss the days when I offered small commissions during my college days. I figured that I also need the extra cash this holiday season. After thinking it over, I'm bringing back sketch commissions on Ko-Fi! The same terms and conditions apply, except they're not subject to discounts and promos. Click here to request a Ko-Fi commission!

As for my regular commission status: I am currently handling four commissions per usual. However, I won't be paid until December 5th or so for the fourth one. Two of them are big pieces hence the amount of time it's taking to finish them, and the move coincided with the production days set aside for those pieces. I'm sorry for the delay. I will take on more once I clear at least one from my list. My holiday sale is still ongoing so feel free to reserve a slot and I'll add you to the queue. Promo runs until December 15th!

In other news, it's less than 40 days until 2023! Which means it's time for me to do my yearly file review to free up some space on my laptop. To those who commissioned me this year, you can ask me for an HD copy of your files before January 1, 2023. After that, I'll be deleting the raw CSP files and the HD files from my hard drive. However, links to my GDrive are still working!

That's all for now! Stay safe everyone!

#announcements #commissions

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yxstxrdrxxm · 1 month

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POLL RESULT—! > Work on the canvas.

Destroying it would be far too cruel in their eyes, and it would simply take ages if they tried to rework it again, so in their mind... They'll simply work on the canvas and see how it goes.

Carrying the canvas, easel and paints back down the attic (they were not working there, as tempting as it is to put it away right after), they prepped up the equipment and grabbed the paintbrushes to be able to begin painting.

The portrait was nothing special, as it was simply a sketch of a person and flowers that they found to be fitting. It was still in needs of coloring and blotting, so they were thinking about working on it today.

As they managed to set everything up to begin painting, they heard a knock on their door.

...

Strange. They weren't expecting someone to visit their shop when it's closed for lunch break.

Walking towards the door, they opened it, seeing a familiar face.

"Hey, darling~" ALICE greeted with a smile, "I'm sorry for the sudden visit. I've heard that you weren't feeling well yesterday by DILUC, so I wanted to check in."

"Oh! Did he? That's... Really kind of him," they replied, pulling the door further open, "That aside, would you like to come in? It'd be rude for me to keep you out."

"Gladly," the blonde lady answered, heading inside to hang her bag. Stretching her arms, she let out a satisfied grunt, the scent of flora and paints getting to her nose.

"Mm... It's a first for me to come by, but goodness! Your place smells quite nice with the flowers you chose, little one."

YESTERDAY blinked, though it wasn't long until they laughed and looked away out of embarrassment.

"Oh, ah... thank you," they muttered, "I... Well, I did my best to choose the flowers that won't have overpowering scents."

...

Wait. The canvas—

Hit with a ton of bricks due to their carelessness, they looked over at the canvas, and simply paled when they saw that she was looking directly at the portrait they were working on.

Oh, no.

"P-Please don't look at that!" they exclaimed, running over to take it so as to cover it, but it only made ALICE look over in confusion. Tilting her head, she raised an eyebrow and frowned in concern.

"Why not? It doesn't seem that bad, darling," she reassured them, but she saw them shake their head, almost like they were humiliated. And perhaps they were, since it was clearly not even close to being finished.

"Dear, I've seen worse. Yours is still in one of the earliest stages, and—"

...

Then, the realization hits like bricks.

...

"... Ah. You must be starting out, are you?"

...

Ashamed, YESTERDAY can only nod.

"... I see," she murmured, sighing exasperatedly. "That explains why you're so ashamed."

Hearing her approach them, they tensed up, but relaxed when they felt ALICE pat them on the head.

"Tell you what, darling— I teach you how to paint. In exchange, you tell me what you were trying to portray. It shouldn't be hard for you to tell me what it is, right?"

... It shouldn't. This is someone they weren't uncomfortable with.

Raising their head, YESTERDAY had... An answer. A reluctant one, but an answer nonetheless.

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scrumptiousduckybasement · 9 months

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Some bonus fluff to the one shot. Horray.

Word Count: 1,491

Warnings: None! Just wholesome stuffs. Mostly just sad comfort

Summary: Bourbon goes into his room after confronting his father, his close freind John decides to give him comfort. Leading to plenty of good fluff.

A/N: Had a blast with this, fun to write. Made my heart happy to see some comfort. It's always nice.

So, if you'd like some context I'd recommend reading the first part. You don't have to, it's optional. https://www.tumblr.com/scrumptiousduckybasement/725698397918593024/insert-a-one-shot-of-angst-between-bourbon-and?source=share

Bourbon clutched his sides still. His breathing was heavy and ragged, the footsteps felt like an Eternity. He's been this way so many times he can't even count, yet, it felt grilling. Like the walls around him were trying to close in, hold him there. To trap him, contain him. His breathing only quickened as he neared his own room. He passed by a few of the others. He didn't hear them, His mind so clouded Everything every noise around him became unforgiving hurtful white noise. So much so, he didn't know One of his closer companions noticed his unease and discontent. Deciding to follow and go see what was wrong.

Once Bourbon reached his room, he flopped into his bed. Clutching onto the covers as if they'd vanish. His sobbing became worse. Soaking his arms and covers. He rolled over, slowly taking off his torn jacket just to coddle. He lifted when he heard the door open. A very very familiar face. It was John, but he more Recognized him as Soap. Being the first thing that he ever heard him called. He knew it was just a callsign, but it felt Sentimental for him. The memories of him teaching Bourbon how to actually Take care of himself. Something that had been neglected for at least 14 years beforehand. John's gaze was very soft, closing the door behind him. He didn't even need to speak as he sat down on Bourbon's bed. Bourbon looked at him, nearly choked up for John seeing him like this. Slowly, he wiped his face.

"Sorry, you have to see me like this.. I just.. him.."

His words came harsh and choked, his teeth clenching causing more pain. John softly pulled Bourbon into a much-needed hug, letting him grasp onto him. To feel the security that he needed. The warmth of his body, the connection they shared.

"It's alright Bourbon, I'm here. We're here, he can't hurt you anymore."

John chooses his words very carefully. He understood the fragility of Bourbon's state of mind. He understood more than what most did. Softly rubbing circles into the shorter man's back. Bourbon could only make heaving sobs into John's chest as he spoke. Trying to calm his breathing, yet his throat was tight. It scared him, he slightly gripped tighter, the fabric of John's hoodie slightly tensing up as Bourbon did so. John didn't mind, knowing this was only a coping way.

"Listen to me, just hear me. Focus on me."

He said as he slightly adjusted them more onto the bed. Leaning against the wall as he somewhat held Bourbon against him. He knew what he needed, only 5 years. 5 years of learning, teaching, and bonding. He still remembered fondly when he finally got Bourbon to laugh. Trying to think of more ways to make him comfortable, he slowly spoke again.

"Bourbon, I'm going to remove your mouth cover. If you don't want me to, I won't. It'll help you breathe more easily."

Bourbon nodded, he would normally be terrified of this. But, he knew John and he knows about his teeth. Very carefully, he slowly untied the mask. Setting it aside. Bourbon's teeth were sharpened, a strange sight to say the least. Before he finally spoke.

"Soap..?"

John adjusted again as Bourbon spoke. Making a nod in response. With a soft, 'Mm' To accompany it. He pulled the blanket over the two of them. Knowing that Bourbon wasn't exactly the warmest man.

"Do.. do you think I've become a monster? Something distant from a good man..? Am I just, a shell and, imposter in some poor soul's body?"

John's heart felt a stab of guilt with those words. He knew exactly where he got those ideas. He kept a calm smile on for Bourbon, to help comfort and reassure. But beyond that? He was already thinking of how much of a beating he'll do to Grand after this. He never really thought of hurting many like that, but Grand was an exception.

"Of course not, how could you be a monster? Nothing will ever make you any less human than the rest of it. Your the best man you could ever be now, away from that.. lad who façades as a 'father'."

John said, pulling Bourbon up a bit. Softly holding Bourbon's face. Rubbing his jaw and his cheek with his thumb.

"No matter what he says, or the darker parts of your mind. You'll always be you. Your body is your own, no matter how much they try and say it isn't. Your a good lad Bourbon. A good lad."

He softly repeated as Bourbon closed his tear-pained eyes. Softly pressing his cheek into John's hand. Warm hands against his cold pale skin. He used his other hand to softly rub, and caress Bourbon's back. Witch, his breathing was slowly calming still. Methodically it was matching John's breathing. Bourbon softly kept leaning into John's hand, it felt good. Slowly melting and helping his mind ease. Forgetting the pain of his childhood if only for a moment. John used this as an Is opportunity to eat to help him cheer up further. A joke.

"Hey Bourbon, What do you call a group of rabbits hopping backward?"

Bourbon paused for a moment. Trying to think.

"I don't know, what do you call it?"

"A receding hare line"

That made Bourbon snort a little. Softly chuckling and giggling at the joke. Smiling as he did. His head lifted up. John had a grin, chuckling himself. He knew it could help Bourbon cheer up further. Jokes were always the best cure. Before he noticed Bourbon wincing as he closed his mouth.

"Are your teeth aching again?"

"Mhm.."

"Maybe I could help you. I've seen rubbing the gums helps the aching."

Bourbon thought for a moment, It did sound nice. After all, he never minded a good remedy. But his mind still was afraid.

"But my teeth, you'll get hurt."

"I'll be careful, besides I know you won't bite me. Even though I wouldn't be opposed-"

Bourbon slightly turned red in the cheeks as he lifted up, making a huff. Rolling his eyes jokingly. John softly chuckled again. He enjoyed teasing Bourbon from time to time.

"Not like that! Just.. promise to be gentle and careful?"

"I promise."

With that, John fully sat up. Bourbon slightly sat on his loins. And then leaned in. John softly held the bottom of his jaw, before slowly pulling Bourbon's mouth open. Bourbon made a slight noise, but nothing that showed any discomfort. John could already see how Irritated his gums looked. Softly and slowly he put his hand into Bourbon's mouth. Softly using his thumb to rub and massage The top front part of his gums. Bourbon made low, soft growls. Not of pain, More of pleasant relief. His breathing grew lower as John continued to rub his gums. His saliva worked good for making sure John didn't rub too hard against him. Still being very careful and gentle.

"See? You haven't bitten me yet. And I believe I still have my hand, so I'd say that's a good sign."

He joked some, and Bourbon rolled his eyes with a soft snort. John looked at Bourbon's teeth as he rubbed, they were sharpened of course, yet very well kept. As if they weren't, more issues would arrive. Yet, he found them still alluring in their own way. Like a forbidden secret, he and Bourbon only had access to it. Though, his mind did rest easy knowing this did help Bourbon. His soft groans and mumbles. The relief was clear in his relaxing jaws and body. Once he finished, he slowly removed his hand. Letting Bourbon move around his jaw as he cleaned off his hand with a tissue and hand sanitizer. Bourbon then rested his head against John's chest again, making a low groan. He felt comfortable and didn't want to get up. Not from the warmth that John gave him.

"Feeling tired?"

"Yeah.. I'll be fine. What time is it?

"18:50"

Bourbon nodded. Just an hour and some before dinner. His body felt tired, but he knew John would most likely want to get up. At least until he felt him shift down, getting more comfortable holding Bourbon.

"Say, After a day's work, and you dealing with a day's worth and Grand. A nap doesn't sound too bad don't it?"

"No, not at all.."

Bourbon said, resting on John again. Pulling him as close as physically possible. John didn't mind one bit, This Wasn't the first time he'd slept with him. Be it for a mission, or late-night nightmares. Softly wrapping Bourbon into his arms. Making sure he felt secure, watching him slowly drift into a peaceful slumber. He fully turned off the light from the lamp and closed his eyes. Letting The weight of the day, and the warmth and connection of the moment drift him off to sleep.

#oc #cod mw2 #john soap mactavish #some fluff #bros being bros #totally #Grand sucksv2 #nice to see their bond contiue

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