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artzee-bee · 3 years

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Now and for eternity| Lucifer Morningstar x reader

Fandom: Lucifer ( netflix)

Request:” Can you write an imagine where Lucifer’s wife is like this well known social light that owns her own luxury fashion brand and she starts receiving gifts from an obsessed secret admirer and Lucifer is unknowingly being targeted by the secret admirer who is trying to kill Lucifer in order to get the reader and Lucifer thinks it’s his father trying to ‘strike’ him down for some unknown reason until Chloe point out someone that correlates with the readers secret admirer and Lucifer’s attacker. Feeling some type away about it Lucifer decides to taunt the secret admirer by upping the PDA and romantic gestures getting a kick out in it much to Chloe’s dismay. And once the secret admirer is caught Lucifer rubs it in their face that the reader is his for now and all of eternity before showing the secret admirer his true face. ”

Genre: fluff? I guess

Warnings:death threats, stalking, attempted murder

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It wasn’t unusual to receive gifts and flowers at your office. After all, with the job you worked and the wealthy people you collaborated with, the presents simply represented one of the many perks of being a designer. Except, one friday morning, while examining a particularly beautiful bouquet of pink lilies, you noticed the little card that came with it

“I know they are some of your favorite - <3 “

Usually, work associates would leave a name. Some way for you to know that they value your work and are thinking of you (and maybe to flatter you into giving them a discount), but there was no name on this card, just a tiny heart in a glittery, pink gel pen. Pink lilies were, indeed, your favorite.

You brought the flowers home and told your husband, Lucifer, all about the mysterious gift. You had talked to your secretary and even she didn’t know where the flowers came from, since no one came to drop off lilies that morning. You presumed the sender must have simply forgotten to sign the card, and perhaps your secretary had forgotten about them, with the busy morning she’d had. You and Lucifer had a laugh, imagining the shy and anxious intern that was probably assigned the job, and the scolding they’ll get when their boss finds out about their mistake.

The next morning, a box of your favorite chocolates were waiting for you on your desk. There wasn’t any note, just the same heart, written in the same glitter pen. You dismissed it as a weird coincidence and moved on to working on your designs.

Without you knowing, this also happened to be the first time Lucifer would be faced with a very interesting note. As he was getting ready to leave the police station, he noticed a piece of yellow paper, stuck to his windshield

“Back off of Y/N. Consider this your first and last warning” no signature. Anyone in Lucifer’s place would have lost their shit, but he paid it no mind. He was the devil after all! If anyone wants to take his precious Y/N away from him, well, they can try. It would make things all the more fun. He folded the paper and stuffed it in his pocket before heading home.

The couple shared Y/N’s chocolates that night, talking about who this person might be. Lucifer wasn’t as amused as he had been the night before, if anything he was rather concerned but he didn’t want to say anything about the note to Y/N, because she would freak out.

Nothing really happened for the next week. Anonymous gifts stopped showing up at Y/N’s office, Lucifer didn’t get any more notes and things were falling back in their place, until the day right after Y/N’s latest photoshoot went public and viral. It was all to promote her upcoming clothing line. As soon as she walked into the office the next day, she spotted a red, velvet box, the size of a notebook, in the middle of her desk. On top of it, a note written in the same glittery pink as the other gifts

“Congratulations on your new line. Those photos are gorgeous - J.P. <3”

Inside the box was a gorgeous diamond necklace, looking like it was worth millions. If you hadn’t been concerned about the sudden apparition of all these gifts so far, you sure were now. You immediately called your husband to tell him about the mysterious jewelry, but he didn’t pick up. Unbeknown to you, he was busy ranting to detective Decker.

“I mean, not to be dramatic, detective, but the situation does feel like it’s spiralling out of control. Death threats, sure, those come every other weekend, kind of like fanmail, y’know? But actual gun shots fired at my head, well, that’s where I draw the line.” he ended with a giggle. Lucifer was leaning on Decker’s desk as she was examining the bullet casings Lucifer had brought her from his apparent ‘attempted assasination’

“Where did this happen again?” she said, not taking her eyes off of her work

“Right by that coffee shop ms. Lopez always talks about. I may have lost a bet to her the other day and have to get her coffee for the rest of the week, so I was just exiting the shop when a masked man in a dark blue BMW zoomed by, pointing his gun at me and shooting blindly. I mean, that is the most basic attemp at murder I have ever witnessed. At least make it interesting!”

“Lucifer, if someone is out for your life, it’s serious business”

“Why would it be? It’s not like I can actually die, detective! Plus, it’s probably not that deep anyways. Just, dear old dad coming after me again for no particular reason. Very characteristic of him.”

“ You’re getting ahead of yourself. Whoever sent this wants you and Y/N apart, why would your dad want that?”

“Because he’s a prick who disagrees with everything and anything that makes me happy?” Lucifer concludes with an innocent smile “And, of course, Y/N being moral, our marriage goes against the heavenly rules of the almighty, so he’s trying to break us apart, but worry not detective! Me and Y/N are stronger and more in love than ever. My father will simply have to accept that. Nothing will break us apart” he said, puffing his chest out with confidence

“That’s good to hear Lucifer, but I still think we should stay open to different possibilities”

“Oh, come on detective, that would be a waste of our time. I know my father better than anyone, believe me when I tell you this is his hand and no one else's. Case closed! Now, let’s move to the next one! Chop chop detective, murders won’t solve themselves!” Lucifer said, marching out of the precinct. Chloe rolled her eyes at her partner, before hiding the bullets and the note in her desk and going after him.

Although it didn’t bother you, you couldn’t help but notice how much more touchy Lucifer had been with you, ever since the necklace incident. He needed to touch you at all times: when you were out for coffee, at lunch, at the station, in your office, in Lux. His hand was always either around your waist or tangled in yours. You felt sort of bad, thinking he must be a little insecure with this secret admirer being after you at all times, but you wanted him to know that you loved him more than anything and that no matter what, you would never leave him for a faceless man, no matter how many pearls and chocolates he bribes you with. And so, you decided to play along with him, giving him as much attention as you could. Your visits at the station almost doubled, you always cleared your schedule to make time for him and even decided to start work later in the day than usual, so you could spend more time with him in the morning.

One afternoon, as you were enjoying your time with Decker and Lucifer during their lunch time, one of the notes from your secret admirer slipped out of your pocket. You didn’t realise it until Chloe picked it up

“Oh, I was going to throw that out”

“Where’s this from?” she asked, studying the note

“Just one of this week's gifts” you confessed awkwardly. Without a second thought, the detective reached for her drawer, pulling out another note from inside and inspecting them side by side. Eventually, she placed them both in front of Lucifer

“Notice something interesting about the writing?”

“They are remarkably similar…”

“More like identical”

“What is that?” you asked, looking at the unknown note. Your heart sank as you read it

“I’ll explain everything at home dear, I swear” Lucifer said

“You’ve received death threats because of me?”

“I’ll tell you everything at home, I promise”

“You have initials…” Decker noticed

“Yeah, ever since my photoshoot, they’re present on every package”

“What floor is your office on again?”

“5th, why?”

“How can someone enter your office every morning without anyone, not even your secretary noticing, and exit just as mysteriously?” “Unless he found a different way in” Lucifer replied

“My window” you realise “You can step out directly onto the emergency staircase from there”

“He knew when to sneak in without being seen, so he must have known your schedule like the back of his hand. Who could know?”

“The only people who know it are my secretary and Lucifer”

“A stalker?” your husband suggested

“Maybe” Decker turned quickly to her computer “I’m going to check any business owners around that neighbourhood who could have had a close shot of when you enter and exit your studio, see if any initially match the ones on the notes. We’ll go from there”

You thanked Chloe for the help and went home with Lucifer, who spent the entire car ride explaining the note to you and the events of the previous days. You were angry at him for keeping all of it away from you, but ultimately happy that he was safe. You spent the night drinking wine and rewatching all of your comfort movies, to calm your nerves.

You decided to try working from home for the next couple of days, too scared by the idea of a stranger following your every move. It was a challenging process but Lucifer did his best in helping you get accustomed to this new routine. His homemade meals could not compare to anything you would eat while in a meeting with your business associates. Plus, the company was much more delightful.

Chloe texted you, almost a week later, to come down to the station as quickly as possible. They had found the guy. You hopped into your car and when you finally arrived, Lucifer was waiting for you outside

“They found him?”

“Yes dear, they did”

“How?”

“Well, as it turns out he lived in the apartment building next door. His living room window had a great view of everything happening in your office. We’ve found a week’s worth of gifts he was planning to deliver. It’s him for sure”

“Thank you” you whispered before collapsing into Lucifer’s arms and hugging him tight

“It’s alright lovely. It’s over now. Let’s go see how the detective is handling it. I think they’re in the interrogation room now.”

From behind the glass, you watched the man that threatened your marriage and your husband's life, confess to everything. Admit to stalking you, in order to learn your schedule. Break into your office and open fire on Lucifer. More than enough to get him behind bars for a long time. Decker and Lucifer got up and were ready to leave, but your husband requested a couple of minutes alone with the man. The detective agreed, cautioning him to not do something stupid, before leaving them alone. Lucifer turned on his heels to face the man in handcuffs and you could instantly tell he was furious

“Truly an honorable try. Y/N is one of a kind, you were right about that, the only detail you missed is that, you see, she’s taken. By me” the mischievous smile on his face let you know that he was up to no good “Our bond is indestructible and it’s really laughable to think that you’ve risked so much to tear us apart when you didn’t stand a chance to begin with” Lucifer leaned over the table, now his back was facing you “Me and Y/N are, and forever will be, together. There is nothing you or anyone else can do to change that. She is mine and I am hers, now and for eternity” as his little speech came to an end, you noticed the man in handcuffs go pale with terror. He began shaking in his chair, screaming incoherently about the devil. Even tho you hadn’t see what your husband did, you could tell by the man’s reaction. You laughed to yourself, not even mad that Lucifer had used his devil face against this man. You would have done the same if you had the option.

#lucifer netflix #lucifer morningstar imagine #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer morningstar fluff #lucifer morningstar

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astridthevalkyrie · 3 years

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most to least good at taking pictures of their s/o with the aot boys?

coming in first place is armin, as much as i hate to admit it. he might even have a polaroid but even with his phone he always chooses the best filters, knows the places with the best lighting, will encourage you to post it to your socials because you look amazing even though he's already posted it to his with the captions "look how drop dead gorgeous they are"

bertholdt always chooses the best times, always makes sure you're smiling, and always checks with you after you take the picture if you like it. his camera roll is all pictures of you, it's adorable. he also has very organized filters to remember dates and places that he took the pictures so he's constantly texting you memories

everyone is surprised but eren is so good at taking pictures! you could be doing anything - reading a book, typing busily on your laptop, eating - and he'll sneak his phone out, take a really good shot from a nice angle, and then tuck his phone back in his pocket. a bit shy to admit that he does this, and slightly embarrassed to tell you that he looks at them when he gets anxious because they calm him down.

it's so frustrating, and yet porco takes pictures of you when you're sleeping, the asshole, and they still come out amazing! even with the bit of drool coming out of your mouth, he hushes your protests and insists that you look cute and besides, who's going to see it besides you and him and pieck who he's already texted??

jean takes the cutest selfies. that's just canon. wherever you are, whether at the beach or driving in the car or just lazing around at home, he'll hold his phone up and tell you to pose. 100% captions his photos with things like "me and my bae >>>> you (eren)" or "this asshole really messed up my hair after this ily but"

listen he doesn't just take them for the hell of it, but zeke is really good at remembering to take pictures at really fancy events where the two of you are super dressed up. more often than not he'll drag you away from everyone else for a few minutes because he found a really good spot that will bring out your eyes. times the picture and goes to stand with you, you two absolutely are that one couple everyone hates for being too cool.

i feel like reiner reserves pictures for special moments, and usually prefers that you be the one to take them. but he'll indulge himself every once in a while, takes a nice if kinda stiff picture of you two smiling and saves it to his folder of pictures to look at during a rainy day. also sometimes requests that you send him your own selfies since he thinks they're better.

floch will roll his eyes whenever you throw your arms around him from behind and ask him to take a picture, but he'll oblige you. the quality isn't really that bad, it's just that anyone looking at the picture can tell he wasn't enthusiastic to stop and take a picture when he could be spending time with you. almost always end up with him scowling in the photo, but he later crops himself out and keeps your smiling face in.

oh, erwin. i love him, i really do, but...yikes. he takes so many pictures of you, it's just that most of them are taken from a really bad angle or with a glaring light. he's proud of them, though, posts them like they're the greatest things on earth, and you just have to roll with it because you can't break his heart. please like every picture, he'll appreciate it and then continue to take more terrible ones <3

you would think that connie would be really good at taking photos, but he never takes one that fully satisfies him. it actually bothers him for a good while but he eventually realizes that what he loves about you is your vibrancy, how you move, the little quirks that are just impossible to capture on camera. so he actually prefers making videos instead, like recorded video diaries in which he narrates you doing everyday activities.

colt really tries, okay?? he really does. it's not his fault that someone (usually gabi) knocks his hand away at the side right as he's clicking the button, or that you move and the picture is ruined. luck is just never on his side. no matter what he does, something always happens to ruin the picture and he eventually just gives up. it's a perfect time for you to take a picture of him and capture his pouty face.

and coming in at dead last is levi, bless his soul. cannot take a single photo that isn't blurry or zoomed in weirdly and doesn't really get the point of taking pictures anyways. he's spending time with you, what need does he have for a picture when he could just look at you with his very own two eyes? you're much prettier when he's not looking at you through a screen at any rate. he prefers the real thing any day.

#aot x reader #eren x reader #armin x reader #levi x reader #jean x reader #connie x reader #reiner x reader #bertholdt x reader #erwin x reader #zeke x reader #floch x reader #porco x reader #colt x reader #aot #snk #okay time to work on my wip #fandom musings

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feigeroman · 3 years

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Thomas OCs: Lady Margaret

Number: 48 (ex-7911) Class: GWR Hawksworth Modified Hall 4-6-0 Built: 1950 Arrived on Sodor: 1964 Service (Shed): NWR Main Line (Vicarstown) Livery: NWR Local Passenger Green

Lady Margaret Hall - for that is her full name - can best be described as an intellectual, academic sort. In other words, a massive nerd. Her general knowledge extends far beyond what most engines would be expected to know, and she’s always ready to rattle off some interesting facts or statistics at the drop of a hat. If you ask Lady Margaret a question, then nine times out of ten she’ll have an answer for you in seconds.

Conversely, though, Lady Margaret is rather socially awkward, often feeling anxious or uncomfortable in the presence of other engines, and she may sometimes need prompting in the event that she has something important to say. Thus she may come across as being shy, but as soon as a subject grabs her interest, she becomes very talkative. For instance, asking her for the time may easily result in a very detailed account of how a clock is made! When such instances happen, Lady Margaret will often use seven words when one will do, and litter her sentences with pseudo-scientific language.

Because of her social anxiety and rather focussed nature, Lady Margaret has a tendency to be rather absent-minded at times, and it isn't unusual for her mind to bury important things amongst all the knowledge she's collected over the years. The other engines sometimes give her a hard time because of this, but they know she doesn't mean any harm by it. They know too that if ever they have a problem that no other engine can solve, then Lady Margaret is usually the one who can think of the best solution.

Lady Margaret primarily works on the Main Line, as a mixed-traffic engine, but she also has a rather more unique position: she serves as the mascot for Brendam Girls’ School. This came about as a combination of two factors: firstly, they helped fund her restoration to service after her arrival in 1964; secondly, by some quirk of fate, she happens to share her name and title with the school’s founder, Lady Margaret Cranstal. It's through Lady Margaret (the engine) that the NWR has built up good public relations with the school, who sometimes borrow her for special events, and even charter her for things like field trips or AGM specials.

Trivia

The current version of Lady Margaret stems from a combination of various ideas:

The core idea throughout her development was the school mascot idea. I’d previously attempted this with a Southern Schools Class by the name of Brendam Girls’ School (Brenda, for short), but for whatever reason, I was never able to make the idea work. I think what finally sealed Brenda’s fate was when the TVS introduced their own character of that name - I’m not too fond of duplicating names from canon.

Shortly afterwards, I happened across a photo of a model of an engine named Lady Margaret Hall. I realized that the school’s founder had the same name and title, and that perhaps that might work better. So I did a bit of research, and reworked the character accordingly.

It was also at this point that I realized that since she was meant to be a school mascot, it wouldn’t be too much of a stretch to imagine that Lady Margaret might be a massive nerd as well. Only later did I discover that this was more appropriate than I thought: not only was the real engine based at Oxford for most of her life, but her namesake building is actually a constituent college of Oxford University. So that ended up working out perfectly - though if anyone asks, it was entirely intentional on my part!

Apart from the name, another reason I went with a Modified Hall was because I’d always wanted a GWR 4-6-0 as one of my OCs. I’d previously considered using Ashley Grange - my idea was to call her just Ashley, for short - but that idea fell flat because by the time I thought of that, I’d already created another OC called Ashley, and again, I wasn’t keen on duplicating names.

Lady Margaret may be somewhere on the autistic spectrum, or have some equivalent mental disability. I’ve actually gone back and forth on this several times. On the one hand, she does have many of the traits commonly associated with autism. But on the other hand, despite being on the spectrum myself, I would not be able to decently represent it to save my life.

If you want to interpret Lady Margaret as having autism, though, don’t let me stop you.

#Thomas The Tank Engine #the railway series #sodor #island of sodor #north western railway #ttte headcanon #ttte analysis #ttte oc #lady margaret the school engine #original character

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worryinglyinnocent · 4 years

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Fic: The Real Housewives of Storybrooke (19/?)

A fic based on this premise here, following the lives of Storybrooke’s elite wives, with all the scandal, bitching and backstabbing that goes on behind the scenes of high society…

This verse is open for prompts!

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[One] [Two] [Three] [Four] [Five] [Six] [Seven] [Eight] [Nine] [Ten] [Eleven] [Twelve] [Thirteen] [Fourteen] [Fifteen] [Sixteen] [Seventeen] [Eighteen] [AO3]

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Nineteen

MARY MARGARET

“Stop curtain-twitching.”

“I’m not curtain-twitching!”

David raised an eyebrow and Mary Margaret sighed, coming away from the window and sitting down on the sofa beside him. Emma and Bae were out on their first official date as boyfriend and girlfriend, and although she was anxious to see their return, that was not the reason why she was looking out of the window every five minutes - especially since the two teenagers had only just left and were not expected back for at least another three hours.

“I’m just curious,” she said eventually.

“There’s a difference between curious and nosy. Don’t go giving the new neighbours the wrong impression now.”

“I know that.” Mary Margaret looked over her shoulder towards the window again, where three doors down a removal van was unloading several items of furniture into a house that had lain empty for months. Even from this distance, Mary Margaret could tell that whoever was moving in was not short of money. Well, moving to a town like Storybrooke always guaranteed a certain degree of affluence since property prices were so astronomically high - and if Belfrey Developments managed to get a foothold then they would sky-rocket once again.

Hopefully, that wouldn’t happen. The end was so close that Mary Margaret could almost touch it. Just a few more bits of paperwork to sign and then they would be home and dry. Gold was confident that it would all go smoothly, but Mary Margaret couldn’t help fearing that something might happen to throw a spanner in the works at the last minute.

Being curious about the new neighbours was helping to take her mind off it all, and she said as much to David.

“All right then, I take your point. But there’s no need to be so furtive about it. You can just go out there and introduce yourself, you know. Ask them if they need to borrow a cup of sugar or something like that.”

“Well, that’s the thing. I don’t think that the people moving in are actually there. It’s just removal men at the moment.” She went back over to the window and peered around the corner. “There’s certainly no-one standing around looking like they’re supervising and fretting about large vases being broken. There are some very impressive large vases though.”

Curiosity finally overcoming him, David came over to the window and stood beside his wife, appraising the furniture being unloaded.

“I’m not quite sure how they’ve managed to fit all that into the truck,” he observed, just as a second truck pulled up, followed by a sleek white sports car that certainly gave Gold’s Cadillac a run for its money in the ‘most ostentatious car in the town’ stakes.

“I think they’ve arrived,” David said mildly. “If you stop gawping long enough, you can go and say hello to them when you go out to take Neal round to Mulan and Rory’s.”

A couple got out of the car, and Mary Margaret knew immediately that they would fit right in amongst Storybrooke’s elite. Everything about their appearance screamed of the very best that money could buy.

She couldn’t get a very good look, but she thought that they were a younger couple, perhaps just starting out. She turned away from the window with a little reluctance, going to get Neal ready for his playdate with Philip. Not that it was really a playdate; both boys were too young to do much other than sit in a play pen with various stuffed animals and soft building blocks and chew things, but it was always nice to get out of the house and meet up with friends, as opposed to the trips out of the house that took her into the office. Mary Margaret would be glad when it was all over, and she could get back to ignoring the company and focussing more on being a mother again.

That said, though, having seen first-hand what had gone on behind her back whilst she had been on maternity leave - and if she was being honest, then it had probably been going on for a lot longer than that - something made her want to keep a much closer eye on things from now on. She was definitely going to be keeping a much closer eye on Sidney. Maybe she could delegate to Johanna and get regular reports without having to actually go in and see them all.

At last they were ready to leave the house. Mary Margaret didn’t know what it was about babies that meant they came with so much paraphernalia, but it had been just the same with Emma. Going out always took twice as long when strollers and diaper bags and everything else had to be taken into account, but Mary Margaret would never regret any of it.

David leaned in and kissed her cheek as she pushed the stroller out of the front door.

“I’ll see you later. See if you can find out about the new neighbours without resorting to peering in through the front window.”

Mary Margaret rolled her eyes, but she would be lying if she said that exact thought had not already occurred to her.

She pushed the stroller slowly down the street. Given that half of the house’s furnishings were sitting in the driveway or on the sidewalk whilst they were unloaded, she felt that she was justified in doing a bit of rubbernecking.

The couple were nowhere to be seen, the removal men doing most of the work bringing things in off the street, so Mary Margaret hung around for a while on the pretence of either admiring the gleaming white Ferrari or waiting for a large marble sculpture that could only be described as a particularly abstract example of abstract art to be moved out of her way.

After a few moments, the young woman who had been in the car came to the door, and on seeing Mary Margaret standing there, gave a nervous and tentative little wave.

Mary Margaret waved back cheerfully.

“Welcome to the neighbourhood,” she called. “I’m Mary Margaret, I live at number three.”

The woman didn’t respond, instead hurrying back inside the house, leaving Mary Margaret standing on the sidewalk, extremely puzzled by what had gone on.

Maybe she was just incredibly shy, but all the same…

She shook off the feeling that something wasn’t quite right, accepted that the specimen of statuary wasn’t going to be moved any time soon, and manoeuvred the stroller around it, making the short journey across the town to her destination.

Mary Margaret did feel a little embarrassed on entering Mulan and Rory’s house to find that it was nowhere near as chaotic as her own was. She tried to justify the mess by considering the fact that she also had a teenager living in the house as well as two adults and a baby, but Emma had never really been that untidy. Well, no untidier than she and David were. She would have thought that owning a multi-million-dollar company would have made her more organised but given the chaos that seemed to follow her through her professional life as well as her personal one, maybe it was just destiny.

“So, what’s been happening whilst I’ve been getting bored out of my mind in meetings and trying to stop the board members from fleecing me?” she asked, once they were all settled with refreshments and the two babies were playing happily on the carpet with soft toys. She had already heard a lot of the local gossip from David and from her other friends, but Mulan and Rory, being new to the town, always had a different perspective.

“Well, David’s been causing quite a stir bringing Neal to the mother and baby group.” Mulan grinned. “First lesbians, now fathers. I think Ashley’s beginning to see it as a sign of the end times, and she’ll hole up in a bunker soon.”

Rory laughed. “It couldn’t happen to a nicer person.”

“With any luck, maybe she’ll take Zelena with her,” Mary Margaret muttered.

“Other than that, not much is new. We’re just plodding along with our lives. I’m sure that you’ve got much more exciting news than we have.”

Mary Margaret smiled. “Well, the paperwork is nearly signed and sealed. I just have to hope that no one does something fatal at the last minute. I mean, Gold’s done the best he can to make sure that every single possible loophole has been covered. We’re exploiting enough of them ourselves to try and get this done, after all. But I can’t help thinking that someone’s going to pull something out of the woodwork.”

“Well, we’ll just have to hope that your trusty legal advisor will get you out of any scrapes.” Mulan paused. “I don’t know all that much about Gold other than the fact he owns most of the town.”

“Oh, he’s absolutely terrifying when you first meet him, but he’s a good guy once you get to know him. He’s a very devoted husband and father. I didn’t think that cute would ever be a word I would use to describe him, but he and Belle are ridiculously cute together.” She thought back to the gala the previous weekend. Despite all the drama that had occurred around Belle and Gold, they had shrugged it all off like water off a duck’s back, and it had been nice to see them dancing together, happy and relaxed, especially knowing that Belle did not always enjoy such social occasions.

Remembering Belle’s usual tension at big events brought Mary Margaret’s mind full circle again to her new neighbours and the unusual shyness she had seen earlier in the day.

“We have new people moving in on our street today,” she said by way of restarting the conversation. “They’ve only just arrived, so we don’t know anything about them.”

Rory raised an eyebrow. “Somehow I sense a ‘but’.”

“What? No, no, no buts.”

Rory remained unconvinced and Mary Margaret sighed. “Ok, ok. But I just get the impression that there’s something not quite right about them.”

Rory and Mulan looked at each other, digesting this statement for a moment.

“I know, I know, I’ve only seen them for about ten seconds, and moving house is a very stressful business during which no one is ever in their right mind, but still… you know when you get a gut feeling about something?”

Rory nodded. “Yeah, I know what you mean. Still, I’m sure you’ll find out more about them sooner or later.”

Mary Margaret nodded, but even so, there was something about the newcomers that she couldn’t put out of her mind.

#OUAT fanfiction #Mary Margaret Blanchard #David Nolan #Snowing #Sleeping Warrior #Fic: The Real Housewives of Storybrooke

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adelheidvonschicksal · 5 years

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Fine the Way You Are [Todoroki x F!Reader]

It took me awhile to figure out how to end this to incorporate both prompts so it’s a little fast in the middle to jump deeper into the relationship.

[37, “You’ll make an amazing mate one day, I know I’d be honored to be bonded to you.”]

[25, “I want you to be the father/mother of my pups, and no one else.”]

You made the decision to stay late into the evening and put in some overtime at work. It was nothing difficult, just going through some accounts and finalizing a few documents for Endeavor.

You had been working for the hero for about eight months now. It started as a program to build relationships with your agency overseas by having you and a few others work there temporarily. After the period was over, you eventually just stayed because you were offered a better position and enjoyed working for the agency. It was the best decision you made for your financial future but not so much for your social one.

Despite your time in Japan, you were still struggling with finding a proper place in the country. You had only learned enough to do your job so you were still a bit fuzzy and clumsy with the more advanced parts of the culture. It constantly felt like there was this invisible barrier between you and everyone else that made you uncomfortable, and you couldn’t really find a lot of other people that looked like you who might have been able to sympathize with your problems.

All this meant it was harder for you than the common citizen to make friends, let alone find a mate.

You saw everyone else with their own mates and making families, and you realized that you desperately wanted that too. You didn’t have anyone to come home to at night nor anyone to give your affection. You went alone during your heats without an alpha’s touch or scent to comfort you.

You tried to get out there to find an alpha, but you always got judgemental of yourself when you saw someone attractive. You could only wonder if they’d think you weren’t traditional enough or if they would think you were pretty or not, and if they did would they consider you material for a permanent mate, and you’d lose your nerve. The dates you did manage to go on, although nice, didn’t really click with you personality wise or you’d do or say something considered weird without realizing it while a very small few were a bit creepy towards you.

You sighed. Maybe you should just be patient and stop trying to force fate. Maybe you should just move back home, but this job was fun and the people in the agency were much nicer than the people in your old one.

“Are you staying up late again, (y/n)-san?”

You smiled softly at the owner of that voice. It was your boss’ son leaving for the night. He was the prime example of the type of alpha you had hoped to find. Polite, handsome, fairly calm temperament, and his scent was absolutely amazing.

Todoroki had caught you on his way out the door, noticing that you were still here as usual. Honestly, he wasn’t sure when you rested, if you ever did. It couldn’t have been good for you. When you let out an adorably sleepy yawn, he mentally had to scold himself for wanting to wrap you up to sleep right there.

“Someone has to get all this done,” you explained, shuffling the stack of papers on your desk. Shouto immediately noticed the tiredness in your eyes and the slight lag in your usual upbeat voice and grew worried.

“It’s not good to overwork yourself, you should take a break,” he suggested, but you shook your head.

“It’s no biggie. I’m almost done.”

“It’s getting pretty late as is,” he mentioned. “You wouldn’t want your alpha to worry.”

The entire reason for working late was to avoid going back to an empty house. “The only thing waiting for me is my cat, and he’s probably happy I’m not there bothering his nap.”

“Oh...” he exclaimed, and you cleared your throat, having meant to make it sound more like a joke than something so...serious. “I’m sorry, I just assumed,” he trailed off, looking away from you awkwardly.

“No, I get it, most omegas our age are usually taken,” you laughed bitterly. “I mean, I try but it’s kind of hard to walk up to people myself while I’m not usually the first person people come up to looking for a date since I don’t exactly fit the mold, you know?” you explained, not really expecting him to get it. It wasn’t the best idea to share personal problems with someone of his station, but you supposed you just needed to vent to somebody, anybody, after holding it in all this time even if they wouldn’t understand it.

The truth is he didn’t understand it though.

It was hard to understand why someone like you wouldn’t be claimed or dating, let alone have a difficult time. Todoroki understood that you were foreign and different than what was usually seen as pretty for the country, but you were still attractive just in a slightly different way is all. He thought that it was interesting that your own traditions were different while as an individual you were so warm and caring and your soothing scent and pleasant smile was something he looked forward to when he came into work every morning. He didn’t see why anyone would pass up the chance to have you to share a home. The only reason he hadn’t was because he always thought you would’ve been with someone, be it here or overseas.

“You’d be an amazing mate, its their loss if they can’t see that.” he said before thoughtfully whispering, “I know I’d feel lucky to be bonded with you.” You blinked owlishly at him. Todoroki’s eyes widenened when he realized he said it out loud and that you heard. He tilted his head down and away, hiding a faint blush. “No, I, uh didn’t mean...” He grimaced. ”I apologize. That was inappropriate.“

You shook your head. “It’s fine, I shouldn’t have brought it up in the first place, but thanks for saying that.”

“It’s the truth,” he replied, and you both nervously held eye contact.

You bit your bottom lip, thinking over his confession. You never smelled anyone consistently on him to say he had a mate. Maybe he was in the same boat. Oh, what the heck, might as well. You already laid it all out there anyway, what’s the harm of embarrassing yourself further. “Todo—“

“(y/n)—“

You both stared at each other. You cleared your throat. “You go,” you offered. Shouto nervously rubbed the back of his neck.

“Do you, uh, would you like to have lunch sometime, (y/n)-san,” Shouto questioned, and you tilted your head curiously, making him swallow hard, “with me, I mean, outside of work...”

“Like a date?” you confirmed hopefully, and he nodded. You smiled, trying to scale back how embarrassingly excited you were. “Sure.”

Todoroki released a breath he didn’t know he was holding in. “Oh, uhm, good, great...” he repeated. “So, what did you want to ask?”

You scratched your cheek shyly. “The same thing actually.”

Todoroki flushed. “I-I see, so I’ll just see you tomorrow then,” he paused. “Are you going to be okay to go home?””

You nodded. “Yes, I’ll be fine, you go ahead.”

“Good night.”

You gave a small wave. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You waited until he left before cheering in your head with a “hell yes”. You gained new energy to blow through the last of your work, wanting to go home. You actually couldn’t wait to go to sleep so tomorrow could come sooner.

Little did you suspect that small conversation and date with Todoroki would finally gain you a relationship with a very loving Alpha.

It started with dates then kissing and cuddling a few weeks later. A few months down the line you had him scenting things for your nest then ended with having him in your nest more often than not.

Todoroki was always patient with you, tried to encourage you to try new things even if you were a bit unsure at the time, and introduced you to his friends. He was also helping you out by telling you when you would do things you didn’t realize were rude or explaining topics you didn’t quite understand. Then, you noticed you started to fit in pretty quickly with his help.

It was also very quickly that you became part of the family. You were finally happy to have somewhere to feel like you belonged but being part of the family also meant showing up to more events.

You thought that fitting in with the everyday citizens when you first moved was bad enough but a bunch of fancy, rich business moguls and government officials in one room was even worse. The entire party you were a nervous wreck and barely managed your way through every awkward conversation. Some people started addressing you less after your first few failed anxious attempts at joining in, and the ones who did you’re sure only did so because you were with Endeavor’s son.

Your alpha was the first to notice your discomfort, seeing as you clung to him and refused to leave his side for long. Todoroki also knew that your delicate situation wasn’t making it better as your instincts told you to stay near him for protection more than ever. Every so often, he’d rub your arm, trying to reassure you with a quick scenting, only for you to go back to trying to shy away behind him from the other guests. He wished he didn’t have to show up at all or asked you to come with him because of the stress it was causing you.

Deciding enough was enough, Todoroki decided to take you out of the situation and excuse yourselves from the rest of the dinner party. His father could scold him later if he wanted. Todoroki wrapped an arm around your own and quickly led you back to his car.

The car ride was silent as you distanced yourselves from the party and passed by the first few street lights on the way home. You were the first to break the silence with a small sigh.

“I just stuck out like a sore thumb, didn’t I?” you said, rubbing your fingers along your dress as he drove down the dimly lit streets.

“At least you tried to talk about something besides politics and stocks,” Todoroki said, but you still felt down about it all. Todoroki frowned, upset that he had to bring you into that situation in the first place. He didn’t even like to go to these things for the same reason. Very quickly, he saw your face take a downward tilt towards your lap as you fiddled your thumbs. “(Y/n), don’t pay them any mind. I promise you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Yeah...” you solemnly answered, but you just didn’t know how someone like you managed to get such a mate. He was handsome despite the scar on his face, he had a noble career, more money than you’d ever need, and he was gaining popularity with the public. Despite everything he’s told you, times like this you questioned why out of all the possible omegas he could’ve been with that he chose to look your way. “You would do so much better with a Japanese omega.”

Todoroki brought the car to a sudden stop on the side of the road, putting it in park, and looked at your disheartened face. Your heart raced as he reached out to brush his hand over the mark he made long ago on the crook of your neck. His thumb gently caressed the bond mark but his expression was completely stern as he scowled.

“(Y/n), I don’t ever want to hear you say something like that again,” he ordered.

“But, it’s true, you know that...“ he cut you off with a soft kiss to your lips, tenderly moving them with your own before pulling away.

“Listen to me, you’re my mate,” Todoroki began and moved his hand to rest against your cheek. “No matter what I’m going stay with you because I love you, I don’t care about anything else or what someone else thinks. You’re the one I want to be with,” he promised, sliding his hand down to your stomach. “And you’re the one I want to mother all my pups, no one else,” he said, tenderly rubbing your stomach to reassure you. It hadn’t began to show yet, but it made you calm down all the same when he would touch you there in a silent promise to keep you and the tiny pup growing inside you safe.

“Shouto, I—” You held back a small moan when his lips pressed to your bond mark.

Todoroki softly kissed and licked the dark spot on the crook of your neck before pulling away to look at your flustered face. “I don’t want you to be different or feel you should be. You’re perfect just like this.”

You anxiously played with the collar on his dress shirt before pressing your palms flat against his chest. “Do you really think so?”

“I know so,” he answered confidently.

Weakly smiling, you slowly brought your hand to the spot he kissed, making him grin.

Todoroki cupped your chin, refocusing your gaze on him. “Let’s go home, omega. I want to show you just how much I want you,” he whispered before capturing your lips with his for the first but not only time tonight.

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Facade- Chapter 4

Pairing: OC x Tetsuya Naito x Minoru Suzuki

Genre: Romance

Warnings: None

Previous Chapters:

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

“Layla couldn’t sleep, especially not next to Naito.”

His declaration of love was a haunting presence, weighing heavily on her subconscious. She carefully turned over onto her side so that she was face-to-face with the man in question, feeling his warm breaths on her face. Did he really mean it? After all, Layla had come to realize that Naito was very honest when they were in bed together, as if the filter between his mouth and brain melted away under the heat of their ministrations. He was quite insistent on vocalizing how much he enjoyed fucking Layla, raving compliments into her ear like an endless confession.

Layla liked Naito best when he was so loose-lipped, especially since the man exalted his persona as “tranquilo” both in the ring and in his personal life. Plus, it certainly fed her pride and ego when he couldn’t stop talking about how good Layla made him feel. And Naito was the first person she had ever been with who was so good for her. He was kind and respectful, a never-ending fountain of praises and compliments. He hardly ever argued with her, and when they did fight, it was usually over something incredibly stupid, like the time Layla accidentally backed Naito’s car into Okada’s red Ferrari. Imagine a barely 25-year old Layla walking into New Japan’s headquarters to tell Kazuchika she had managed to hit, and dent, his prized sports car. Okada had been furious, yelling a string of rapid obscenities that Layla’s still broken Japanese could barely comprehend. Layla had called Naito and she was about 99% certain she had given the man a stroke over the phone. When he had finally arrived, Layla thought she would witness a dream Wrestle Kingdom main event right in front of her very eyes. It had taken numerous apologies, some interference from Hiromu, and several of Layla’s best blowjobs to convince Naito to forgive her. Even then he refused to let her drive, and Naito grumbled for months about the hit his savings account took to repair both his and Okada’s cars. As if he could complain, because Layla shouldered most of that financial burden.

Needless to say, Layla really liked being a part of Naito’s life. When they had first started dating, Naito had acted unusually shy. He would come to her Stardom shows and hang-out backstage, which management really liked because they could brag about it on social media. He liked to take her out to eat at the most lavish restaurants Layla had ever been to, always impressing her because it was obvious Naito was going out of his way to do so. His adorable and clumsy attempts to speak English warmed her heart, and she was endeared by his laid-back personality. Not to mention the fact that he was quite attractive, and the first time he had ever fucked her, Layla was pretty sure she saw stars.

However, above all else, Layla liked how obvious it was that Naito cared about her. Suzuki certainly never made any attempts to come to her Stardom shows, and none of her previous boyfriends had ever encouraged her wrestling career. But Naito did, and he would often help train Layla, even if that meant working all the way to one or two in the morning, grappling together in the messy gymnasium behind Stardom’s main arena.

In conclusion, Layla really, really liked Naito and was perfectly happy in the relationship they had. But love always complicated things, and Layla was pretty sure she didn’t love Naito, even if she did care a lot about him. Unfortunately, Suzuki had successfully managed to completely ruin love and any iteration of security in long-term relationships. Perhaps eventually, she could try and re-figure these things out, but this was certainly far too early for Layla’s comfort.

Layla really needed alcohol.

Which is why she found herself in the lobby of the hotel at 2:30 in the morning nursing a rather satisfying margarita, forgoing all sensibilities. Because Layla was feeling just a tad bit reckless now that Naito was stirring all these anxious feelings, for which alcohol proved to be a powerful mask.

“This feels familiar,” a sudden comment infiltrated her alcoholic-induced haze.

Layla wasn’t quite drunk enough to ignore the sinking feeling in the center of her chest when El Desperado took a seat at the bar next to her. “Why are you here?”

Desperado chuckled, “We used to do this a lot together, don’t you remember?”

Of course Layla does, but that doesn’t mean she wants to admit it because it would also mean acknowledging that Layla doesn’t actually hate Despy. In fact, Layla kind of likes him because they’re very similar people and Despy wasn’t quite as lecherous as the others when it came to flirting with her. No, the reason Layla was so nervous was because Despy’s presence meant something, and it always came back to Minoru Suzuki.

“You’re here for a reason,” Layla stated flatly, pushing away the remainder of her drink.

“Not really,” Despy shrugged, “This was actually unintentional, but it’s nice because the boss has been asking us to keep an eye on you.”

Layla wasn’t surprised. “Where is he now?”

“Probably in his hotel room with those young foreigners he wanted to fuck,” Despy grinned. “He likes the ones who remind him of you.”

Layla felt a sickening clench in her lower abdomen at the unpleasant thought. “So you’re just here for fun?”

“In a way,” Despy agreed. “Sadly, the cute one I wanted to fuck ran out on me. Even Taichi got lucky tonight.”

“What? Are you keeping count?”

Despy’s eyes lit up at Layla’s snark. “Would you like to do the honors?”

Layla wrinkled her nose and ignored his comment. “Why are you bothering me?”

“I’m curious,” Despy started, “If Naito’s such a good guy, then why are you not with him instead?”

Layla tried to maintain her composure as she traced the faint indentations in the flat surface of the bar top. “I wasn’t tired.”

“What? Can Naito not keep up?”

“Don’t say another word about him,” Layla snapped, unable to help herself when it came to defending Naito, especially when it might involve Suzuki.

Despy grinned, downing the rest of his beer. “Are you this abrasive around him?”

Layla ignored his question, reaching for her purse. “Don’t follow me.”

“Just like old times, right Layla?” Despy called out to her as she started for the elevator. Remember when Layla said she didn’t hate Despy? Well, the reason why she didn’t like him more was because of his tendency to ask the right questions.

When Layla had first met Despy, she had only been seeing Suzuki for a few weeks. Tentatively, she might add, because Suzuki made it clear he wasn’t looking for a relationship. Yet, the older man had already called her repeatedly to meet him at hotels all over Tokyo, and Suzuki had even invited Layla to come to some of his shows. Layla had felt an odd sense of pride standing next to Suzuki, even if she was pretty sure he was only showing her off, especially when it came to his faction mates.

And El Desperado was the most intriguing person Suzuki had introduced her to, mostly because of the mask he insisted he wear both in the ring and outside of it. Plus, Despy was very nervous around Layla, a nice contradiction from the forwardness of Suzuki’s other members. He was soft-spoken, and sometimes acted like he didn’t really want to go out with the other members after their matches, which Layla definitely related to later on. In fact, Despy’s alluring nature made Layla want to drag him into the nearest empty room and suck him off.

But as Layla got to know Despy more, and consequently was drug further into Suzuki’s clutches, she realized that he was extremely loyal, he just didn’t like to show it. Desperado was also uncannily observant, especially of Layla, and when he sometimes stuck his nose in too far, Layla didn’t like those inquisitive questions of his that always managed to put her on edge.

The same side to Despy that she had just been re-acquainted with, which is why she was now back in her shared hotel room with Naito. Layla tried to be quiet, moving stealthily around the room with an athleticism only her wrestling background could provide. Slowly crawling onto the bed next to him, Layla held her breath when Naito started stirring. Thankfully, he seemed to settle back down, allowing Layla to move under the heavy comforter.

But still unable to sleep, Layla could only think way too much about Suzuki.

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Layla hated Naito’s mother, and she was pretty sure the older woman hated her too, even if Naito insisted otherwise. But why should she like Layla? After all, her first question to Layla, spoken in rapid Japanese, concerned how many children Layla planned to have.

If Naito had not been quick to reprimand his mother, then Layla would have likely broken the woman’s heart by telling her that Layla didn’t plan on having any children, nor did she really ever think about marriage. And Naito’s mother was very traditionalist, completely diverting from Layla on just about every aspect of a nuclear family. In any case, asking your son’s girlfriend whether or not she planned on having children a mere six months after dating should not be acceptable in any culture. For the love of God, the woman even insisted on the two staying in separate bedrooms when they came over for a weekend visit.

But Layla really, really liked Naito, so she tolerated his mother and her invasive questions. However, that certainly didn’t mean Layla didn’t try every trick in the book to get out of meeting with the woman. Layla had bought tickets for countless impromptu trips back to the States to avoid any confrontation. Unfortunately, when Naito’s mother decided to come to them, especially while on tour, Layla could not avoid the inevitable.

Which is why Layla found herself whining into Naito’s side, in the middle of the hotel’s restaurant, for a breakfast “chat” with said Demon. Layla wanted to blame Naito, but he never ignored his mother’s phone calls, even if they took place at 5:30 in the morning, informing them she was coming to have a meal. Layla was pretty sure Naito’s mother had no sense of privacy, or anything much to do in her own personal life, since this happened quite frequently.

“Tetsuya,” Layla grumbled into her boyfriend’s t-shirt, “Can’t you tell her that I’m injured? Or sick? Or maybe even dying?”

Naito chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “It’s just breakfast, sweetheart, we’ll be done before you know it.”

Naito only pulled out those sickly sweet nicknames when he was trying to appease Layla. She had picked up on it after Bushi had mocked his friend in the locker room after one of Naito’s matches. Naito had lost in rather humiliating fashion to Toru Yano and he had snapped at Layla in her attempts to make him feel better. He immediately regretted it, pulling out the nickname in his earnest apology, but Bushi had found it absolutely hilarious.

Regardless, Layla was only fond of it when it was used in any other situation that didn’t involve Naito’s mother, because Tetsuya knew how much Layla hated these interactions. She was quite vocal about it and, on occasion, had pushed too hard, to the point where she had to deal with a pouty Naito.

And that was not as cute as it sounded.

“You can have anything you want,” Naito continued, pushing the menu in Layla’s direction, like he was doing something nice by buying Layla a gourmet breakfast. As if he hadn’t toed out 100,000 Yen the other day to surprise Layla with a new pair of earrings. But Layla knew it was all apart of the appeasement process.

Layla took the menu from him and started scanning over its contents with vague interest. Honestly, Layla wasn’t even that hungry, as she usually skipped breakfast to sleep in longer. But sometimes wicked mothers made that hard to do. Speaking of which-“Tetsuya! Oh the traffic is just a mess outside. It took me an extra thirty minutes just to get here.”

While Naito stood to greet his mother, Layla frowned because a certain someone could have called to let them know she was going to be late. “It’s alright, Layla and I haven’t been waiting long.”

Lies.

“Ah yes, Layla.” The old woman wrinkled her nose before sitting down across from the pair. “How are you?”

“I’m doing just fine, Aika,” Layla said politely, always trying to be better, as part of her never ending quest to shed away any remnants of the person she used to be.

“Yes, it’s nice to see that you’re finally attending to Tetsuya on his tours again.”

Layla purses her lips as she reaches for her cup of water. Filling her mouth with something other than the awful retort waiting on the tip of her tongue seemed generous. “Layla wasn’t feeling well,” Tetsuya supplied to fill the awkward lull in conversation.

“For that long?” Aika questioned. “My, what was the problem?”

“How is Nahuel these days?” Naito effectively inserted, easily picking up on the early tension between his mother and girlfriend. And nothing diverted Aika’s attention more than a conversation concerning her grandson.

The elderly woman positively beamed, launching into some long-winded story about how Nahuel is already speaking full sentences, which was apparently a miracle. Naito’s hand rested on the top of Layla’s thigh, squeezing encouragingly.

But Layla really hated listening to these stories, especially when Aika seemed to somehow constantly insist that Layla and Tetsuya would “have one of their own someday.” However, not even food could shut the old woman up, and Aika ignored her breakfast while Layla stuffed her mouth, suddenly feeling quite famished.

“Well?” Aika insisted when she finally seemed to have finished speaking. “Have you asked her yet? The ring belonged to your great grandmother you know.”

“Okaa-san!” Tetsuya hissed, while Layla proceeded to choke on the bite of steamed rice she had been chewing. The tiny particles seemed intent on staying caught in her throat. Naito wrapped an arm around her shoulders while pushing her water glass closer.

“What?” Aika shrugged, “You planned to tell her. Soon, I hope. Spring weddings are quite elegant.”

“Layla and I-”

“We’re not getting married,” Layla cut off Naito, having recovered from her unexpected choking spell, courtesy of the enormous bombshell Aika had abruptly threw at her.

Layla was not comfortable with that kind of commitment, and she was a little surprised Naito might be, considering that he had never given any indication to the contrary. It’s why she was so happy with their relationship. But Layla must have misread the situation entirely, especially if Naito’s frown was anything to go by.

“But of course you will eventually,” Aika went on, oblivious to the growing tension hanging over the table. “For some reason, my son insists on staying with you. You’re both getting older, it’s time to start settling down.”

Layla was only 27 years old.

“It doesn’t matter,” Layla went on, “I don’t really like the idea of marriage. And, for your information, it’s my life and you have no right to interfere.”

“Is that so?” Aika asked, eyes glaring from behind those thick spectacles. “Well, I understand that a foreigner wouldn’t understand the respect behind that tradition, especially not an American.”

“It has nothing to do with disrespect,” Layla insisted, “But I definitely have no respect for you!”

Aika’s responding gasp was barely audible over Naito’s unexpectedly sharp intervention. “That’s enough, Layla.”

Layla cowered slightly under the obvious anger darkening Naito’s features. “Go back to the room,” he continued gruffly, “I would hate to inconvenience you any longer.’

Naito had never used such a tone with Layla before, and she didn’t hesitate to follow his command, gathering her jacket loosely. Actually, Layla was pretty sure what she had heard in his tone was disappointment. Sure, Layla had made Naito angry plenty of times throughout their years together, but she can’t really recollect a moment where he had been disappointed with her. And Layla did not like the feeling at all.

Which is why Layla immediately tried to fix the situation from the moment Naito finally came up to their room nearly twenty minutes later. “Tetsuya,” Layla said, taking his coat while flitting around him anxiously. “I’m sorry.”

Naito shook his head, sitting down on the edge of the bed while Layla stood in front of him, ignoring the slight tremor in her hands. “Layla,” Naito finally spoke, “Did you mean it?”

At first, Layla was confused by his question, but then she realized he was referring to her brusque dismissal of the prospect of marriage. Suddenly, Layla was incredibly nervous. “Oh, well I haven’t really thought about it much.”

“You haven’t,” Naito nodded, eyes downcast. “We’ve been together for three years. I guess I thought that meant something.”

Layla bristled as Naito’s comment rubbed her the wrong way. “What do you mean by that? Do you think I don’t care about our relationship?”

“It doesn’t seem like it,” Naito replied, reaching into the pocket of his jeans to pull out a tiny black box that had Layla’s breath stuttering. “What if I asked you right now, what would you say?”

“I would say no,” Layla told him honestly, because the prospect of something even as tiny as a ring filled her with dread.

“Why?”

“Because I don’t want it,” Layla said simply, because Layla did not want to really tell Naito the reason why. That would require opening up about a past she had worked so hard to dismiss.

“Then what’s the point?” he growled harshly, as if overcome with his own frustration.

“Couples can be together without ever getting married,” Layla informed him, because Naito really needed to get with the 21st century.

“I guess we’re different there,” Naito said, studying the black box carefully. “This is a problem for me.”

“And I won’t compromise,” Layla said, before regretfully adding, “Especially since I know it’s your mother’s fault for pushing so hard. I honestly don’t understand why she thinks it’s okay to interfere.”

“Because she’s my mother,” Naito stated flatly, as if unimpressed with Layla’s logic. “And this means as much to me as it does to her. You act like you don’t care.”

“I don’t care,” Layla said, voice audibly rising in pitch as her anger started to boil over. “I don’t want to get married and I don’t want to have kids.”

That certainly threw Naito off, whose eyes grew wider. “Layla,” he started, “This is a big deal, you know?”

“I don’t know,” Layla insisted, “Because you’ve never acted like you cared before.”

“Because you refuse to talk about it when I bring it up,” Naito said, rising to his feet, an imposing presence. “And I’ve tolerated it for this long.”

“Tolerated it?” Layla repeated incredulously. “Well, I’m sorry you’ve had to tolerate a relationship with me.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Naito growled in frustration. “You always do that, you always manage to make it someone else’s fault, and it’s usually blamed on me or my mother.”

“That’s because your mother doesn’t understand boundaries!”

“I think you’ve said enough about my mother for one day,” Naito said. “The way you talked to her in the restaurant was really rude.”

“She was rude to me,” Layla countered. “And you know that I don’t like your mother.”

“And you should know that it bothers me,” Naito said. “How am I supposed to mediate between my girlfriend and my mother?”

“Well you always choose her anyway.”

“That’s not true?”

“Really?” Layla quirked an eyebrow. “How about the fact that you always prioritize her over me? Whenever I tell you that she upsets me, you just ignore it.”

“Why does she upset you?” Naito asked. “Because she wants us to get married? To maybe have kids one day? Aren’t these normal questions for most couples?”

Layla shook her head stubbornly. “You’ll always take her side.”

“I’m not taking anyone’s side this time,” Naito said with a serious tone. “I’m serious about marriage, Layla, and if you don’t want it, then I don’t know why we should even see each other.”

Layla felt her heart sink at Naito’s declaration. Then, she took a mental step back from the situation to assess what was happening. Yes, Naito was very angry and disappointed with her, she could read it clearly. “I don’t want to stop seeing you.”

Naito sighed, running a hand through his messy hair. “Maybe just some time away from one another. Because it’s clear we both have a lot to think about that.”

Layla did not like that at all, but she didn’t really have a chance to voice her opposition. Naito had already pulled out his suitcase, talking about making plans to stay with one of his faction mates, and even going as far as to tell Layla she didn’t need to come with him to the show that night.

It completely broke Layla’s heart.

#njpw #njpw fanfic #los ingobernables de japon #suzuki-gun #tetsuya naito #minoru suzuki

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shealwaysreads · 5 years

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A Study In Contrasts

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This fic is absolutely inspired by the wonderful @drarryruinedme7 and her Theo headcanons and love for the Neville x Theo ship (theoville? neveo?) and @bblgumbby was my fantastic beta and cheerleader.

This post provided the impetus for the story, and made me cackle so check it out.

Motivation to write (as in, a fire lit under my arse with the deadline for today) provided by the amazing @growing-neville fest and the drarry discord squad - who all love their rarepairs too!

Also, here are my face-casts for this fic- Neville & Theo 👌

Neville/Theo | Mature | 3659 words | Friends to Lovers, Frottage, Hot!Neville, Bearded Manbun! Neville

Can also be read on Ao3

Neville had been worried at first when Theo Nott had been hired to work with him. Theo didn’t have anything to do with growing the plants, that was very much Neville’s domain, but he took care of harvesting seeds and fruit, or taking cuttings of leaves and preparing them to be sent out to apothecaries and potions masters across Europe. He was apparently fully qualified for the job, but Neville couldn’t help but be protective his plants, and a little scared that he and Theo wouldn’t get on.

It wasn’t as though Neville had never spent time with the man, the War was a long time past, and when Harry had started dating Draco the old Hogwarts Houses had taken to mixing pretty thoroughly - both socially and romatically. On their monthly pub nights at the Three Broomsticks it wasn’t unusual for a whole host of old school alumni to show up - from all four Houses.

Theo had been coming to these informal little events since Draco had moved in with Harry. Neville had witnessed Draco wine drunk and ranting about how he wanted his friends to be a part of things too, and from then on his old Slytherin cronies were a regular part of the evening. It took a little while for everyone to become comfortable with each other, but they had all persevered. Copious rounds of drinks had certainly helped.

Neville wasn’t a shy person, per say, but he preferred a quiet dinner or drinks with his friends rather than big group events. So at first he had bristled at the inclusion of new people, people he wasn’t sure of, people he didn’t know well. But he was a grown up now, and politeness smoothed the way, then alcohol eased it even further. He could happily sing ribald drinking songs with Pansy perched on his knee now, and regularly thrashed Blaise at darts.

Theo had always seemed to keep his distance from Neville though, and at first he thought it might be some kind of hangover from Nott senior’s awful beliefs. But Luna of all people became fast friends with Theo, and reassured Neville that his idea couldn’t be further from the truth.

“Oh Neville, you’re so funny! You’re just like Harry when he used to think Draco was just like his father too, aren’t you?” Luna’s smiling face sobered. “No. Theodore is quite a gentle soul. We were the same age when our mothers died you know. He could see the Thestrals too, though he didn’t visit them like I did.”

A gentle pat on his cheek and she swirled away in a haze of white-blonde hair and tinkling bells stitched along her scarves. Neville had put that thought to bed there and then. Luna was about as good a judge of character as anyone he had ever met, and he trusted her. If she was happy to embrace Theo as a friend, then Neville was at least able to accept him as part of the group.

From that point on, Neville made a point of saying hello to Theo when they all met up, of being friendly and smiling. Neville was acutely aware of the way he looked now even though he still had days where he felt like the bumbling, chubby boy he was at school. But he was tall now, and broad; his long hair and growing beard he got teased by his friends a lot for looking intimidating. He didn’t think Theo was the sort of person who would be impressed by his fame, and he definitely wasn’t holding on to old school house rivalries, so maybe it was just the way Neville looked that put him off. Theo was at least a foot shorter than Neville, maybe he felt crowded around his bulk.

So Neville had worried at first, when he found out Theo would be working with him so closely. His work at the vast greenhouses was more than a job, it was his passion, and he didn’t want that ruined by a chilly relationship with his colleague. But he needn’t have spent so much time being anxious. Theo had smiled and shook his hand warmly on his first day in post, and seemed to be so much more comfortable talking with Neville here than in the social environment of the pub.

They had quickly developed a rapport and Neville was constantly impressed with Theo’s knowledge of the plants they worked with. He hadn’t damaged so much as a single leaf in his daily rounds gathering his harvest for their outgoing orders and he actually asked Neville intriguing questions about the growing specifications for his favourite plants.

He had even singled out Neville’s own Mimbulus Mimbletonia as the most interesting plant in Greenhouse 1, and asked all about how to safely harvest its Stinksap. Neville had been waiting for someone to be interested in that plant since his fifteenth birthday, he didn’t quite know what to do with himself, and found himself flustered for the rest of that day.

All of that left Neville with the dawning realisation that he hadn’t been worried about the right thing at all. Instead of being so preoccupied with maybe not enjoying work now that Theo was there, he should have been thinking about the fact that he might like Theo being there a little too much.

On top of a quietly dry sense of humour which got even Hermione cackling on pub nights, Theo was capable, interesting, and he liked Herbology almost as much as Neville did. He was also totally, absolutely, and devastatingly Neville’s type.

Neville had finished for the day, and as he rushed into the staff room ahead of Theo he couldn’t help but think about the other man. Couldn’t help but indulge in his crush.

Theo had artfully tousled dark hair which just begged to have fingers run through it, and eyes as dark as the loamy soil Neville worked with every day. He was fair, with dark freckles across the bridge of his nose; Neville couldn’t help but think about the contrast between them, his tanned skin against Theo’s milk pale complexion.

Neville’s thoughts quickly slid into territory he knew he shouldn’t indulge in while still at work, not with Theo heading into the tea room for their end of day catch-up. He couldn’t be daydreaming about all the ways he’d like to test and compare those contrasts for himself, couldn’t imagine exactly how it would feel to run his hands over lithe muscles - not when he still blushed as much as he had when he was a teenager. Even if the beard would cover some of it up.

He distracted himself with washing his hands and arms, scrubbing the days dirt from under his nails as he willed away mental images of pale skin on dark bed covers from his mind's eye. As he mindlessly soaped and rinsed, Theo slipped into the cosy staff room.

“Hey Nev, fancy a cuppa before we go?” Theo nodded at the kettle.

“Yeah that would be lovely Theo, thanks.”

Neville found himself smiling as he turned to watch Theo set up their usual cups for tea. It pleased him on a deep level to see that Theo know exactly how he liked his tea, knew his favourite cup. Maybe he shouldn’t be daydreaming about Theo naked while they were at work, but he could appreciate these moments of domestic camaraderie.

He dropped himself heavily onto the worn out sofa that had been probably been parked in the tea room for longer than Neville was alive, and groaned as he took the weight off his feet.

Hunching over his plants all day brought him a lot of joy, but since he’d shot past six feet tall and into the 'might have to duck to get through that door’ territory he didn’t find much joy in his back at the end of a long day. He stretched, eyes scrunched closed and his hands behind his head as he worked out all of the kinks in his spine, and was lost in the bliss of it until he heard the slosh of tea slopping over the side of a cup.

He opened his eyes to see Theo still bent over the coffee table, a small puddle of tea around each cup where it sat on the surface, and his dark gaze fixed firmly on Neville. Maybe it was just the fact that Neville had been fantasising about him earlier, but he could swear he saw a heat in those dark eyes. It was probably wishful thinking though, people like Theo didn’t go for people like Neville.

Theo sat in the chair opposite him, another ugly but comfortable relic from past staff. He settled back with his tea in one hand, and rubbed the back of his neck with the other. He almost looked nervous.

“Right. Neville. I was going to mention that I’ve just taken some seeds from the Venomous Tentacula and I think you might want to move it a bit further from the Devil’s Snare seedlings - it looks like they might get tangled together if you don’t do that within the next week or so.”

“Oh thanks, I hadn’t realised those seedlings were coming along so fast - I’ll do that first thing in the morning. Did you get enough seeds for the—”

He trailed off as Theo held up his hand, motioning for his attention.

“Look. Um. This is a bit awkward but Luna said I should just be honest, that’s what you ex-Gryffindors appreciate apparently. But…” Theo was back to rubbing his neck again, and a blush touched his high cheekbones.

Neville wondered what on earth was making the normally unflappable Theo seem so out of his comfort zone. It couldn’t be the plants. What if Theo had noticed the way Neville had been looking at him? What if Pansy had said something? Neville might have given himself away at the last pub night, Theo had been wearing that tight fitting jumper which just made Neville want to wrap his arms around him and never let go.

“Okay I’m just going to come out with it, and you have to promise you won’t hate me. Yes?”

Neville nodded, mute with anxiety.

“First. I recognise I have got no bloody right to be making this kind of demand but I’m just kind of compromised and you have to forgive me.” He leant forward to put his tea down on the coffee table and took a deep breath, seemingly bracing himself for whatever he was about to say. “Neville, I am going to need you to stop growing your beard. Because if you get any more handsome than you already are, I’m going to end up trying to fuck you and I don’t think that is something you would appreciate.”

Having said his piece, Theo threw himself back into his armchair, covering his eyes with one hand.

Neville felt a stunned grin stealing across his own face, and realised he was already unconsciously rubbing his beard - a habit he had picked up as soon as it passed the stubble stage. He couldn’t believe that just five minutes earlier he had been so worried about daydreaming of Theo inappropriately, when apparently Theo had been just as guilty. Maybe people like Theo did go for people like him.

“Theo, I’m not going to shave my beard. I quite like it actually.”

He hauled himself out of the sofa, and moved around the table towards Theo’s chair.

“Neville, Merlin, I’m sorr—”

He cut Theo’s apology off by the simple method of moving his chair, grabbing his hand, and pulling him bodily onto his feet. Neville thrilled at the ease with which Theo followed his physical suggestions, all of the ways this apparently instinctual response could play out were whirling round his mind.

“First off Theo, I promised I wouldn’t hate you, so relax.” Neville reached out and put a hand on Theo’s shoulder, hoping the touch would calm him down. “Secondly, I’m not getting rid of the beard because yeah - I like it. But. Now I also like that you like it.” He felt his confidence ebb slightly, and shrugged bashfully as his cheeks warmed with a blush. “How will I get you to try and fuck me if I can’t lure you in with this thing?”

For one achingly eternal feeling moment, Neville is terrified that he’s gone to far. Theo’s dark eyes are wide and his mouth is open in astonishment. But then one pale hand is reaching out to him, cupping the side of his face, a thumb is rubbing against his beard and fuck it feels good when someone else did that.

Theo steps forward, intention clear in every line of his body, and suddenly Neville wants to be sure that this isn’t just a fleeting infatuation for him. They work together, they have the same friends, he needs to know what this is going to be. And he doesn’t think a simple tumble in the sack will be enough for him. He pulled the sword of Gryffindor out of the Sorting Hat, so he could take this a step further - couldn’t he?

“I’d like my beard even better if it makes you want to go for dinner with me, as well as fuck me, though?”

“Merlin, you have no idea do you?” Theo breathed as he leaned in, his eyes flicking over Neville's face as though eager to take in each detail. “I thought I was as obvious as a fifth year Hufflepuff. Neville, I’ve even got flyers for an exhibition at the muggle botanic gardens in my bag because I think you’d like their exotics.”

Neville grinned and wrapped his arms around Theo’s slim waist, drawing him against his body and reeling with how good it felt to be pressed together.

“Maybe you’re more subtle than you think, I sort of thought you might be put off by how big I’ve gotten.”

Theo just rolled his eyes and draped his arms around Neville’s neck, bringing their chests together. He was sure his heart was beating hard enough that Theo would feel it thundering against his own, but any thoughts were obliterated when Theo tilted that perfect face up and gently brought their lips together in a kiss. For all their talk of fucking, it was achingly sweet, Theo’s lips petal soft and yielding against his own.

“Nev,” a kiss at the corner of his mouth. “I think we should take this somewhere that isn’t work.” A kitten lick against his bottom lip. “Fuck - I just want to do this lying down with you.”

Neville was reeling from the simultaneous sweetness of Theo’s kisses, and the heat that roared through him at the implication of his desperate whispers. He couldn’t reach his wand fast enough, ensuring his grip on Theo was secure, before Apparating them both into his flat.

As soon as they arrived, Theo’s delicate fingers attacked Neville’s shirt buttons. He made quick work of them between hot kisses and whispered promises, and before Neville knew it his shirt slipped from his shoulders and pooled on the floor. Those pale hands were immediately on him, roaming the plains of his chest and belly, both muscled from hours of manual work.

He had been right, in his fantasies, about the contrast between his tan and Theo’s fair skin. It was delicious.

He reached out and held Theo’s face, his hands cupping that finely cut jaw, and he leant down to kiss him deeply. He licked along his plush bottom lip and like a flower, Theo opened up for him on a gentle gasp. He felt Theo bring his own hands up to grasp his wrists as he cradled his face, and groaned into the kiss.

But Theo had requested lying down, and Neville was going to give it to him. He’d give him the moon if he asked for it. He reluctantly let go of Theo’s beautiful face, and braced himself to pick him up, relieved when Theo immediately wrapped his legs around his waist and buried his face in his neck to deliver dragging sucks and kisses. Neville toed off his shoes, and Theo did the same, the thud of them hitting the floor barely audible over the rushing in his ear

For a brief moment he thought about marching up the stairs with his armful of gorgeous, brave, ex-Slytherin, but decided against it almost immediately. This was going to be fast and desperate, they both deserved to take their time with each other later. He dropped down onto his sofa instead, and thanked his lucky stars for their complementary plans when Theo rearranged himself to be able to straddle his hips and stretch bodily over him as he reclined.

He looked up at Theo, his hands massaging his thighs, and grinned.

“I feel like we’re a little mismatched in the clothing stakes, aren’t we?”

He reached up to drag the hem of Theo’s jumper away from his jeans, catching his t-shirt too, and pulled them up and over his head - leaving that dark hair messy and perfect.

“I don't think we quite compare in the abs department Nev,” Theo murmurs with a wry smile. “But you’re welcome to strip me anytime.”

Neville found his words of reassurance and denial got lodged in his throat when the view actually registered in his mind. The freckles. Theo’s freckles weren’t just across his nose. A faint dusting of freckles and beauty marks dotted his lean chest, and Neville wanted to kiss every single one of them.

“Theo…” he managed to growl out over the roaring lust in his chest. “Theo, look at you.”

He had been aroused ever since Theo uttered his confession in the staff room, and now he’s harder than ever, all of this pale skin laid out before him, Theo’s dark eyes almost eclipsed by pupil in answering heat. He gripped Theo’s thighs tighter, sliding his hands upward until his thumbs grazed the hardness pressing against his zipper.

He kept his eyes locked on Theo’s, the tension between them mounting higher with every heartbeat. Theo must have felt his erection where it pressed insistently against his gorgeous arse. He took a hand away from Theo’s crotch, and raised it, thumbing one pink nipple and gasping at the reaction it pulled from Theo.

His lithe body just rolled down against Neville, a moan breaking free from that plush mouth, and all of a sudden Neville needed him closer. He pushed his hips up against Theo’s uncontrolled grind, and moved his hands to grip at his slim hip and to simultaneously drag him down into another lush, open mouthed kiss.

He groaned as Theo’s hand moved to grip his hair, he could feel his loose bun come undone under those clever hands and the sensation of the slight tug on the strands just heightened every pleasurable current running through him. He wrapped his arms around Theo, resting one in the middle of his back, and grabbing a handful of his arse with the other. He could feel those whipcord muscles working as Theo writhed against him, rubbing their cloth covered erections together like horny teenagers.

It’s hot and dirty and everything Neville had been dreaming of since he first accepted that he fancied Theo. He rolled his hips up into Theo’s grind, bracing his heels against the sofa for leverage, and moaned at the perfect friction they were building between them.

He slipped his hand into the waistband of Theo’s jeans, under his designer pants, and let his middle finger rest just at the cleft of his arse. He didn’t move to go further, just revelled in the hint of what was to come. Heat pooled low in his belly as he thought about flipping their positions, stripping Theo till he was bare, and eating him out until his eyelashes were wet with frustrated tears.

But he could wait. Right now the whimpers and moans in his ear were intensifying, and he couldn’t keep his mouth away from Theo’s if he tried, he felt like he could kiss him for days and not get tired of it.

“Nev…ah…Merlin I’m so close.”

Just hearing Theo say those words was enough to drive Neville to the edge, both of their movements became frantic as they each chased relief. They were hardly kissing any more, just licking and sucking at each others mouths, sharing breath as they panted with exertion.

Neville came first, the telltale tightening in his balls catching him by surprise despite it all, and he held Theo crushed to him as his hips jerked through his orgasm. While the aftershocks still shot through him like lightning, Theo continued to thrust down against him, whining in frustration.

With what little brain cells were still operating, Neville once again reached his finger between Theo’s pert cheeks, and this time didn’t stop until he could stroke his fingertip against his entrance. As soon as the pad of Neville’s middle finger made contact with his hole, Theo’s whole body went tense, and then - with an aching moan - he shuddered as his orgasm ripped through him. Neville could feel his hole clenching against his fingertip, and his spent cock twitched in interest. But he could save that for later.

For now he wrapped his arms around Theo, satisfaction and warmth filling every cell of his body with relaxed lassitude. Theo relaxed completely on top of him, and rubbed his cheek against Neville’s beard like some kind of overgrown cat. Neville managed to reach his wand where he had dropped it beside the couch and cast a gentle cleansing charm on them both, cleaning their damp underwear, before casting it aside again. He dragged the blanket from the back of his sofa over them both, and once again wrapped his arms around Theo, ready to doze and then wake up and ask him to dinner.

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lovingcollectivepeach · 3 years

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Signs of insecure Man you should look out for...

If you ask me, insecure men are a toxic version of ‘the One1. They are masters at making you feel like you’re the only girl in the world and they are masters at covering up their insecure behavior with toxic behavioral patterns.

Even though most of them would never admit it, many men have very fragile egos that can be easily broken. To be more exact, insecure men have low self-esteem and fragile ego that are trying to hide at all costs.

You might not know it but when a man is emotionally insecure, his insecure behavior impacts all aspects of his life.

Insecurity is usually triggered by past events

Something probably happened to him in the past which caused him to be this way, and with time, his insecurity became one of the biggest reasons why his relationships don’t work out.

When you first meet this guy, you don’t see his true face right away.

Instead, he will probably be quiet and mysterious which will intrigue you and make you want to get to the bottom of all the layers of his personality.

Nevertheless, as time goes by, you’ll notice that this man isn’t sure about himself.

You’ll see that he is actually emotionally unavailable and that he carries a lot of emotional baggage which will become a huge burden for you before you know it.

I suppose these are the questions that are running through your head right now:

What exactly are these hidden warning signs of insecurity in a man?

What are the clues that can help you figure out if a man has confidence issues and if you’re dealing with an insecure partner?

How do you deal with an insecure man?

What are the main causes of insecurity?

Insecure Men: What Are The Signs Of Insecurity?

The biggest sign of insecurity is low self-esteem. People with low levels of confidence think badly about their skills, abilities and they might have body image insecurities as well. A negative self-image usually reflects on every aspect of their life.

If you google insecure meaning or what does insecure means, you’ll get this answer: uncertain or anxious about oneself; not confident. However, low self-esteem is not the only sign of insecurity.

Other signs of insecurity:

Perfectionism

Anxious or avoidant attachment styles

Anxiety or depression

Job insecurity (poor job performance)

Self-isolation

Anxious or avoidant attachment styles

When it comes to romantic relationships, insecure people have an anxious or avoidant attachment style.

In other words, they have a dysfunctional approach to relationships. Those who have an anxious attachment style tend to be emotionally dependent on their partner, they have a fear of being alone and often they have unrealistic expectations in a relationship.

They fantasize about being in a perfect relationship which is not really possible because such relationships don’t exist.

Those with an avoidant attachment style keep relationships superficial and avoid building intimate connections with their partners.

What Are The Main Causes Of Insecurity?

The main causes of insecurity are lack of self-confidence, fear of failure, and lack of trust in others. A healthy dose of insecurity is desirable but the problem arises when insecurities become constant and severe.

Low self-confidence, fear of failure, and lack of trust are influenced by many other factors from childhood or in adult life:

Divorce

A traumatic event

Bankruptcy

Environment

Loss

The media

I would like to refer to two things from this list and that is a traumatic event and the media. If a person has experienced something traumatic such as betrayal in a past relationship, chances are they will have trust issues in the next relationship.

They will constantly be in a state of anticipating the worst. Every single person will be a threat to them (be it their partner’s friend or a colleague). This will trigger their insecurities and make them overreact.

Another main cause of insecurities (perhaps the biggest cause of insecurities generally) is the media and social networks in particular.

If you haven’t noticed so far, the media is skilfully imposing this message to you: “You need to look “perfect” or “exactly like this” if you want to find a partner or if you want others to like you.”

What does this do to you?

Well, you start getting a dysfunctional vision of never be truly happy if you don’t look like a certain celebrity or so and so or have such and suıch body measurements and neglect the most important aspect of self-worth and self-love by false implemented imagination of society.

You can spend tons of your money on trying to reach perfection or trying to be who the media wants you to be but the more you’re doing it, the more insecure you’ll feel.

You are beautiful. You are worthy. You matter.

Insecurity doesn’t make you who you are. The truth is, we all feel insecure from time to time but not all of us are ready to stop for a moment and think about what causes it. Well, now it’s time to do that.

Understanding = overcoming.

What Are The Characteristics Of An Insecure Man?

One of the first signs of insecurity in a man is connected with love bombing.

When you first meet a guy like this, he will immediately start acting like you are the love of his life and the one he’s been waiting for all along.

Everything will seem perfect…

Of course, in the beginning, you’ll be more than happy that you have met this man who isn’t afraid to express his feelings after all those douchebags who were stringing you along for ages.

An emotionally insecure man declares his undying love for you right away.

Not only that—he will also start talking about the future he has planned with you even before you two get to know each other well.

At first glance, something like this will probably flatter you and you will be bursting with happiness about finally meeting a guy who sees your worth and obviously thinks of you as special.

After some time you’ll realize that something’s off.

Nevertheless, after you think about it, you’ll find that something is wrong with that picture and that you’re dealing with an insecure partner.

Don’t get me wrong—love at first sight probably exists, but even if it does, you wouldn’t be telling your date that you love them right away.

So, you can’t help but wonder what is wrong with this guy who is obviously too good to be true.

Do insecure men play games? Is he lying to you just to manipulate you and to get into your pants? Or is he so desperate for love that he is lying to himself?

Either way, something is clearly wrong. After all, you are not teenagers, and love declarations are not something a grown-ass man should play with.

A man who is insecure constantly feels threatened and intimidated, and it is definitely a red flag you should pay attention to.

Insecure people don’t think they are good enough and they live in the constant fear that you are going to break up with them and leave them for someone else.

The guy we are talking about has probably been hurt in the past or he didn’t get enough attention from his ex-girlfriend or maybe even as a child.

Either way, all of it caused a serious problem in his personality, left deep consequences on his mental health, and made him the insecure person he is today.

Being betrayed by his ex-girlfriend in the past made this man expect the worst from everyone, including you.

He simply can’t force himself to trust you completely, due to his abandonment issues, and he lives in constant fear that you might break up with him.

Even if you show him you love him and want to be with him, he will doubt you because some girl cheated on him and broke his heart before you came along.

Of course, this lack of mutual trust makes it impossible for the two of you to build a healty relationship, no matter what you try to do about it.

Playing mind games

Playing mind games is one of the signs of an insecure man and tools emotionally unbalanced and insecure men use to cover up their insecure behavior. And your guy is no exception.

This man has the urge to keep you under control as much as he can because he expects that to raise his low self-esteem.

He will manipulate you into doing things he wants you to do, just so he can be sure you are going to stay with him, that you are not going to hurt him, and that you won’t find someone better.

Even though he doesn’t show it at first, he doesn’t think that he is good enough for you.

Of course, he is frightened that you will walk away from him the moment you see the truth, so he is doing everything in his power to turn the tables.

In order to mask his insecurities, this man will use different tricks and manipulation techniques to make you think you are the lucky one to have him.

Of course, in the beginning, you don’t let him get to you, but with time, his sneaky manipulations make you believe that all of it is actually the truth.

This all happens due to this guy’s insecurities, but it is very dangerous because it can destroy your life and mental health as well if you don’t figure out what’s at stake right from the start.

One of the warning signs of insecure men is definitely their inability to socialize and form healthy relationships with others.

Don’t get me wrong—this doesn’t mean that all introverts are emotionally insecure, but the fact is that men who have self-confidence problems are usually loners and don’t feel comfortable around people, which is one of the first signs of insecure behavior.

Maybe they’ll have one or two male friends or co-workers, but even they will get pushed away at some point.

People who don’t recognize emotional insecurity in a man will describe such a person as a shy introvert and won’t see any red flags in their behavior.

However, the truth is, they have some serious problems and insecurity issues.

They are emotionally unavailable, and if you try to date such a man, you’ll probably end up regretting it.

The best way to deal with an insecure man is to show support and encourage him to open up to you. You need to give him some time to improve himself. If you’re dealing with an insecure man, here’s what you need to do:

When it comes to dealing with insecure men, the first step is evaluating your relationship aka finding the root of your man’s insecurities. Think about whether your behavior is making him insecure.

Evaluate your relationship, your personality, and your behavior. If you’re one hundred percent sure that his insecurities have nothing to do with your behavior, chances are the root of his insecurities is linked with his past.

Being supportive and understanding is the key to helping your guy overcome his insecurities. Avoid being judgy or forcing him to change because this will not help. Instead, it will make things even worse.

What you need to do is communicate with him and try to eliminate all his doubts and concerns. Compromise is more than welcome in this situation.

When someone is feeling insecure, they think that they aren’t worthy of being with you. That’s exactly how your man feels. And that’s why you need to let him know the value he adds to your life. You need to remind him of the importance he has in your life.

The insecurity issues your boyfriend is dealing with might be due to his past experiences. What you need to do is encourage him to talk about it.

Perhaps he had toxic parents, or his ex-girlfriend made him feel insecure in his past relationships and now he has issues trusting you.

The fact that he is talking about his past is progress in itself because he’s accepting that he has a problem and he’s ready to work on it. Of course, you cannot expect him to start talking about it immediately.

Usually, such people need more time to open up to you about things from their past, so patience is required.

Don’t EVER lie to him (even when you’re sure that he won’t find out). When you feel the urge to lie to him only to make him feel less worried, stop for a second and think about the consequences.

If you want to help him open up to you about his insecurities and past, then you’ll have to share your concerns and insecurities with him. Mutual sharing and confiding in each other will strengthen your relationship.

You already know that being open and honest with each other is the basis of any healthy relationship.

You need to be comfortable with each other in order to be able to share your feelings and talk about things that make you feel vulnerable. Encourage him to talk about the things that are going on in his mind, his insecurity triggers, and how he perceives your relationship.

Show concern and let him know that you’re worried about his mental health. Don’t act like he needs to stop being insecure just because of you.

Of course, his insecurities are damaging both your relationship and your well-being but you need to understand that he’s the prisoner of his own mind.

Insecure people don’t act like that because they want to but because they don’t know how to get out of this confusing labyrinth.

Don’t expect him to change overnight. You and I both know that this will not happen. Instead, give him time and space to improve himself.

Try to be as patient as possible and don’t rush the process. Still, this doesn’t mean that you should keep fighting for him if you see that things are getting worse.

Without a doubt, you should try to help your guy but if you don’t see any signs of improvement after some time, you need to protect yourself. There’s no point in staying in a relationship with someone who isn’t ready to work on themselves.

The key term here is ‘working on themselves. So, yes, every relationship has its ups and downs and/or relationships that are beyond fixing Insecurities are not one of those things.

If your guy is willing to overcome it, he will succeed in doing so but if he’s not ready to do anything about it, know that you deserve much better.

Namaste

Julie

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bandoms-are-fandoms · 6 years

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Ghostwriter Chapter 4

As much as I would have liked it too, my life did not slow down once I began work for BTS. Day in and day out, we are always on our feet; the boys practice every chance that they get and there is not a moment to even take a break, let alone write a single song. No wonder they went looking for help, every morning we get up before sunrise and every night we end up getting home after the vampires come out. I mean, geez! I thought to be an intern was hard, but I think I'd rather be unpaid and manual labor than do what they do every day.

The work isn't the problem though, every chance the boys got to spend time with me, they did so I could get a better idea of who they are as people. There have been plans canceled and even throwing me in some dressy clothes and making me tag along to big events like celebrity parties. Not that they wanted to go to those either. Suga's face told me that he hated how much a party would turn out to be, but after a party one night, the boys started drinking with me around and I did get out a few little secrets from them.

They each have a girlfriend although I have not met any of them yet. Some of them sound just terrifying though. Suga told me about his girlfriend who was also a Korean Popstar by the name of Mi-Ok, but her stage name was Sinbi which went with her Lolita style (apparently). The thing is that each guy described Mi-Ok as the type of girl who doesn't take very well to being told what to do and they say she is pretty scary with her popstar mask off (she has resting bitch face or so they say).

Jimin explained to me that his girlfriend was a Social Media Consultant and that I would meet her pretty soon. Her name was Mun-Hee and she was some kind of genius. She had finished all of her school by the time she was sixteen and was on the board of her father's company, Bumonim Eum-Ag. That's terrifying to think a girl, not much older than me might I add, sitting on a board and bossing people probably twice her age around.

Namjoon is dating an American girl by the name of Shayla and he explained to me that they had collaborated on a couple of songs before deciding to become a couple. He told me that she was a very relaxed person and went with the flow of the conversation, but that didn't mean she wasn't ready for a fight whenever the time came. He told me that she was having trouble back home with another producer and that I probably wouldn't meet her for a while. The look in his eye though, it held some much affection when he spoke about her.

Eun-Yeong was Jin's girlfriend and she is probably one of my all-time favorite models; he explained to me that she was always busy and he didn't get to see her as much as he wanted, but he was enduring for the time they could actually spend together. She's apparently a force of nature, a real advocate for what she wants and what she believes should be done for future generations of women. She has family troubles, but she pushes through and that's what he wants to convey to her in a song.

J-Hope is with a Latina girl by the name of Carina and he showed me a couple of dances they did together for Carina's dance studio. She was accepted into an academy here in Korea when she was younger and she built herself up from scratch to be able to be the best of the best. I smile as I would watch as I saw his face grow brighter and brighter with each move on the screen and I couldn't help, but notice everyone looked so proud to talk about their girlfriends.

V was dating this girl by the name of Maggie Cho and she was also American, she was their primary translator whenever they needed to travel and Namjoon wasn't around. She's apparently a very shy girl and that's why I haven't met her either. I get a strange feeling these boys are just trying to hide their girlfriends from me, but I don't quite understand why they would do that.

Jungkook is the only one who wasn't really looking for a relationship right now and that is what is going to make writing the hardest on me. Sure, I can take the words that each one has told me about what they've endured with their girlfriends, but it won't be the same as them actually writing the song for them. Jungkook can't even tell me he wants the song to be like, he just said that I should think about how my body would "move for a guy." What do you do with that!?

I sigh to myself as I go over the day's events once more, looking at the notepad in my arms. I adjust my heels, trying to get inspiration from the simple white stilettos, but that pain was nothing about love or body. In fact, even wearing heels is like hating your body, but they're just so damn cute, I can't take it! Scribbling out the words of pain from my blisters, I sigh as I try to think of words to describe love, but what is love?

I've never been in love, only the idea of being in love. Groaning, I switch the notepad behind the tablet I was given that contains today's schedule. The boys were recording an interview and I was traveling with them as their Administrative Assistant to understand who they are as people to be able to write the songs they asked me. We've been up since like five in the morning and I'm already exhausted at ten thirty this morning. They all had to get ready and chastised me as I was getting ready in the car because I held them up, all in good fun though.

I watch them smoothly talk through the interviewer's questions, giving just enough to show who they are, but not enough to ruin the image they've spent on for the last five years. Before bed last night, I decided that I needed to get to know the fans and the boys better with my own research. Apparently, their fans are called ARMY and they have the strongest passion out of everyone for BTS to succeed.

I look down at the schedule in my hands again, noting that our day is packed until at least midnight, if not longer. Every day, these boys are working hard for their fans and for their dreams. It's hard to believe people so young have such an impact on other people's lives. Sighing to myself, I begin to doubt my talents once more.

I have no sense of rhythm and I can hardly rhyme, but when I write, it flows from my fingertips on to a page. Watching the boys clammer off stage in excitement, I place a smile on my face as I had each boy a bottle of water.

"Great job out there!" I praise them, looking at the schedule, "We'll get you guys some food while we wait for the car to come and get you. Apparently were filming something else today...?" I murmur, looking it over.

"It's an episode of Run BTS!" J-Hope informs me, quickly finishing his bottle of water. I look at him with a confused look, scrunching up my eyebrows, "You're really not involved in popular culture, are you?" He teases, grinning at me.

"...I can tell you about American tv shows, some Japanese shows, and Korean drama, but..." I sigh, rubbing my head, "I know absolutely nothing about music."

"I heard you singing in the bathroom this morning," Jungkook pipes up and I can't help, but laugh a little.

"An opening theme song..." I tell them sheepishly. Before our playful banter could continue, my attention was taken away by a tv manager.

"Ms. Tsukamu!" The manager calls, running over to me, "Sorry to bother you, but I need to discuss a few things with you..." The manager takes me away from the group, but I wish I wasn't doing this alone. My head can barely wrap around what has happened in the past week, let alone what I have to say to this manager.

After we finish up at the studio, we make our way to the next stop: filming for Run BTS apparently. Everything is going so smoothly, I figured that the day would end on a high note, but boy was I wrong. We spent hours watching the boys fight in a kimchi battle and eventually, the losers are supposed to clean up. Sadly, Jungkook, J-Hope, and Jimin are the losers and take three years to clean up. While we stand off to the side as these boys begin their punishment, Namjoon pulls me close to him so he can talk to me quietly.

"Have you started on a draft yet?" He asks me and my stomach literally drops to my ankles. At the anxious look on my face, he gives a small sigh, "We can't expect you to be on our level after just a couple of days of spending time with us, but you should have some sort of draft."

"We've just been so busy and I know that's not an excuse-" I began to explain to Namjoon, but he holds up his hand for me.

"I thought what we told you the other night would've helped." He sighs as the boys finish up cleaning.

"You ask me to write a love song based on your experiences," I try to explain to him the impossibility of it, but he just shakes his head at me. Quietly, the eight of us move into the van and head back to our home. Filming had taken all day, so we had to push most of today's events to tomorrow. I glance at the clock on my phone and sigh; eleven fifteen... Where has the day gone?

When we arrived home, everyone began to trudge their way back to the bedroom. Well, everyone except for me; as I watch them all go to their respective rooms, I sit down on the couch taking off my pain filled heels and I stare at the blank tv screen. After only a week of staying with them and I still am not up to par for any matter.

Begrudgingly, I walk into the bedroom I was sharing after making sure both boys were decent and awake so I can grab my pajamas. After grabbing the shorts and the t-shirt, I walk into the kitchen, pulling out one of the tiny cakes I had bought the other night. Moving to the kitchen table, I start to nibble on the sweet treat while staring at the notepad once again.

"Heartbreak..." I whisper to myself, "Enduring... First... Unrequited... Self... Body..." Sighing, I begin to write down whatever came to my mind, but I was a novice when it came to anything about love. I know family love, but I can't even explain all of that... I really am totally useless, aren't I?

Hours seem to tick by as I sit and stare at the scribbles and marks on the notepad, but nothing is coming to me. Usually, when I write, I just let my hand do all the work and let the words flow right out of me, but I just can't write anything that's worthy of being called a love song. How do you even write a song? How do you even write in general?

Frustrated, I throw the pencil down and lean back in the chair. For the first time in a week, I felt like crying again. I can't compete with a global sensation of a boy band; they would get better work from a slug than they would me. I've had script after script thrown back into my face because it wasn't "original enough" or "the characters didn't feel real." The best comment was when a teacher of mine looked over one of my writings for me and told me that I should, "look into a new career path" because I didn't have the talent. I should've just listened to her, but I continued pressing forward, hoping my dream could come true in South Korea. I should've just stayed in Japan and became a simple office work.

My prideful tear ducts refused to let loose even one tear, but I felt the turmoil of emotions turning into my stomach. Everything going on made me feel like I was going to throw up and I was just about to give up for the night when I felt something cold touch my forehead. Blinking my eyes open, I look to see a glass of water above me.

"You need a break," Jungkook informs me, setting the glass down and sitting across from me.

"I'm sorry, did I wake you?" I put on my best smile, taking the glass gratefully as I sipped on it.

"I needed some water and noticed that you were still up," He shrugs his shoulders, drinking his own water.

"I didn't even hear you come in." I realize as I look at him in mild surprise.

"You looked like you were having a moment, so I thought I'd leave you alone for a bit." He chuckles, turning to look me in the eye. His gaze became serious as he steadily held my eyes with his own, "Are you alright?"

Trying to play it off, I smile at him and take a big gulp of water to will my emotions back into their container, "Never better!" I chirped quietly, maintaining the smile.

"You can't bullshit me, you know?" He leans back, crossing his arms. I tilt my head, raising an eyebrow.

"Now, why would you say that?"

"Because you're not okay and you're not fine," He huffs, "You've had the same fake smile on your face since we left the studio. You wanna tell me what's going one?"

For a moment, I felt my smile waver and I was about to spill my guts, but I just can't do it. Feeling overwhelmed by my emotions, I just shrug my shoulders at him, "I'm a little homesick, I guess."

He gives me a look that tells me he's not buying what I'm saying, but I still can't bring myself to saying anything. Quickly, I stand up, making the chair squeal underneath my weight. Giving an awkward cough, I head towards our shared room.

"You can't keep lying. You wear your heart too much on your sleeve," He whispers, but the quiet room allows it to catch my ears. I turn to him and give him one more smile that I could muster up.

"Just because I don't say anything in confirmation, doesn't mean that I'm okay," I mumble to him, "Are you going back to bed?" He shakes his head and I nod mine in return. Quietly, I crawl into bed next to Chi-Chi and fall into a deep, restless sleep.

The next day, we all scramble out of the room and head back to Big Hit Entertainment to discuss the day's plans. The boys haven't eaten, so when we arrive, I retrieve a tray of food that was prepared for them and it was set out in front of all seven boys and all four managers. Just as I was about to leave, Jungkook grabs my arm.

"I have something I want to talk about," He sighs loud enough to catch everyone's attention. He releases my arm and clears his throat awkwardly, "I think, because she's so inexperienced, that Sakka has hit and writer's block."

"Jungkook." I hiss at him a warning tone, but he ignores me flat out.

"So, I want to work with her," He says, cooly. The words that leave his mouth are so nonchalant, I don't think they processed in everyone's minds until a moment later. Nobody made a sudden move and I couldn't help shouting out my response.

"What did you say!?"

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Author’s Note: I don’t own BTS, but I do own Sakka and her companions. This is loosely like Voltage’s Scandal in the Spotlight and anything associated with that I do not own

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ailuronymy · 6 years

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One of my OCs is a deaf white cat (Whiteflower), and I've been told I'm writing her wrong. In my setting, the cats have a simple but effective sign language. It lacks things like complex adjectives and words with more common synonyms (for example, there's no way to say furious but 'very angry' is possible) and there’s not always specific words for rare situations, such as an eclipse. The sign language was developed only in the clans, and even though everyone knows the basics (==>)

(because that’s mostly just the same body language they all use already), not everyone is fluent. One of Whiteflower’s quirks is that she’s unwilling to go on any type of diplomacy meeting because she worries she’ll be misinterpreted or unable to explain what she means as well as she wants to. In addition, she prefers to stay closer to camp rather than the far reaches of the territory when hunting, again due to a general fear of being misinterpreted or encountering a cat she’s not able to communicate well with. I was told this was a very ableist way of approaching this, and now I’m unsure if I’ve accidentally handled this very poorly. Sorry for the length, and thank you for any input!

Hello, Ruddles! Before I give you my thoughts, I’m going to have a little rant, because this person who commented on your character reminded me of it.

Preface: I’m not saying that you should disregard any and all criticism or feedback on your work! That would be very wrong. But the fact is, not everyone is qualified to give the criticism or feedback they’ll offer you. You as the writer should be critical of your critics, because not everyone with an opinion is someone who ought to be taken very seriously. It was very sensible of you to seek out other voices after getting feedback like this, because sometimes people are going to just say whatever or make bizarre claims, and especially since this feedback was vague.

That brings me to: something that’s really important–for writers, and for reviewers–to think of whenever giving or receiving feedback is the concept of constructive criticism. If a reviewer says, “This is work is bad,�� but offers no thoughts on how to make it less so/resolve the problem, they are failing to give constructive criticism and therefore failing to actually make any difference in the world.

The writer is no better off for being told, “This work is bad,” because, if the writer had known how to make the work better in the first place, that’s probably what they would have done. You can usually assume that ignorance/not recognising problems/not knowing how not to write the problem is at the heart of a lot of issues in writing (especially in amateur/fan writing!), and therefore the actually helpful thing to do as a reviewer or critic is to identify the problem (”this text does X and Y”), explain the problem (”X and Y both have a history of being real ick things”), and then propose solutions (”if you don’t write X, this work will be better” or “if you write Y this way instead of that way, you’re not falling into the stereotype”). If you do only the first and/or second step on the process, you’re sort of being a bit… useless, in my opinion.

So, this person who gave you this information is not a really useful engine at all! I just wanted to get that out of the way, because there’s something so exasperating to me personally about people who think they’re doing something by making a statement and then walking away. It’s very Tuxedo Mask “my work here is done,” and it grinds my gears. (End my little rant).

All that said, I think I can pinpoint what it is that got this person’s back up and what needs to be reworked in your story. It is an ableist narrative set-up, because this character is restricted unfairly by the fact she’s deaf: where she goes and when she talks is limited in a way it isn’t for hearing characters, which is particularly surprising given a setting where all characters can basically sign. As a native deaf signer, she is going to be highly fluent and surely can work around characters who are less competent. Language teachers do that constantly. Additionally, she doesn’t have to be involved in negotiations or diplomacy, because plenty of cats (deaf and otherwise) might not want to do that, but that doesn’t mean she’d have to be a homebody and live in fear that someone from another clan might misunderstand her.

In reality, deaf people want to be heard. It’s a big deal to be listened to, because hearing people almost never do that! Therefore, there’s a strong possibility that writing a character who is scared to communicate in sign to other signers is going to get a very poor reception by deaf people. You might have constructed this setting, but we all write into a broader context, and in that broader context, deaf people almost never get a voice. A deaf character who is timid and shy is perhaps not the most tasteful characterisation available to you. With that in mind, I don’t think this character idea you’re working on is finished yet.

I’ve had a conversation with my little sister, who uses Auslan, and we recommend that you:

1. drop the idea of no synonyms/complex adjectives, because it’s not a realistic way of translating from sign. In Auslan, for example, “furious” is a much larger version of the sign “angry.” Sign language is expressive and has a lot of its own nuances! It’s better to focus on how your character expresses her personality and pick the words/impressions/syntax that fit her, rather than trying from the start to impose a limited vocabulary on how she expresses herself. You are, after all, telling a story, all of which you get to invent: it’s more important to accurately develop her as a character in the minds of the reader than it is to explore the exact details and mechanisms of your sign conlang.

2. you can still have a character who is deaf and not necessarily socially comfortable! However, how you approach this needs some thought. If she’s not comfortable meeting with strangers, it’s because she’s anxious the same way a hearing character would be, not because she’s deaf and worried she can’t communicate “well enough.” Hearing people aren’t really qualified to be writing about deaf experiences like that: you can absolutely write a deaf character, but it’s better not to attempt what it is to be deaf, if you know what I mean. So, I think this character should definitely still voyage out of the clan and to gatherings, but perhaps she insists on only travelling with a good, reliable friend or isn’t the first to jump into spoken conversations (preferring to converse only when everyone is signing). Both of those things are very familiar experiences for many deaf people.

3. if your sign language is simple and effective, there’s no reason for this premise of “not being able to sign well enough.” If, as you say, everyone knows the basics, there’s no excuse for a deaf character not to be able to participate in everyday and inter-clan events and conversations with everyone else. It just doesn’t make sense and does come across as looking for any reason to exclude a deaf character from the action. I don’t think this is intentional, but you can’t have your cake (have a sign language-enabled clan system) and eat it too (have a deaf character who doesn’t participate): if the setting is accommodating to disability, disabled characters can–and should–play a meaningful role in it.

4. how many other significant deaf characters are there in this world you’re creating? If the only one is Whiteflower in this form, that itself is a problem, because without other deaf characters who are outgoing and charismatic etc. as comparison, you can wind up portraying Whiteflower’s behaviour and demeanour as conflated with deafness itself. “Mainstream” characters (straight, able-bodied, white, etc.) are rarely put under this same pressure of representation and can have their identities viewed as separate from everything else about them, but if you don’t want to write only mainstream characters (which I can strongly recommend! It’s very good), you do have to think about how you’re portraying them and where it fits in the broader context of media and the real world.

I don’t think you should give up on this character! But I do think these are things that need to be thought through, so that when you write her, you can write her as a complex and realistic deaf character. I hope this is helpful to you.

#also just want to say: i'm not deaf and so my thoughts on this are NOT the only possible thoughts or even the best ones.#i don't use auslan and only know enough of it to know when my sister is calling me rude words so please don't mistake me for an expert.#if you can i strongly recommend you research further afield and find actual deaf opinions on this topic and similar.#but i hope this is enough to get you started on reconsidering some aspects of this character.

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elshalarossa · 7 years

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On Party Anxiety and Being the New Kid

I’m pretty sure that at least once a week, usually more, I see someone online post about how they’d really love to come out to an event or a party, but they feel like their social anxiety is holding them back.

Gosh, I know it’s really hard sometimes, to get out of our own heads enough to relax and enjoy a new situation. New situations are really hard — especially if we’re alone. And I get it.

I know thats some of you who have met me at Tableaux or somewhere else might laugh at me for saying so. (“Shut up, E, you’re CLEARLY not shy… what are you even saying, geez.”) But the thing is, I’m fortunate enough to get to do my prancing around and socializing at places and among people where I have had several years to grow truly comfortable and feel very at home.

So… come on over, new kid. Come sit down by Auntie Elsha and let her pour you a glass of wine (because I’m obviously a wine aunt, lets be real), and share the wisdom of her years for a moment. Because, sure, yes, I’m comfortable and relaxed now when I’m out at a party on a Saturday night — but most of you didn’t know me seven years ago. I was the new kid too, once upon a time. And I have not forgotten how stressful that can be.

I’m sorry to say I don’t have any magic words of wisdom to bestow upon all of you to make things feel easier. I can’t help you squish down the creeping feeling of imposter syndrome, and I can’t slow your pulse for you whenever you have to walk up to a stranger (oh gosh, or even worse, a group of strangers) and say, ‘hello!’ for the very first time. I can’t tell you what to do with your hands, or what outfit will make you feel like a powerful, confident superhero. And i can’t snap my fingers to show you which little group of humans you’re most likely to get along with and become real friends.

What I can tell you is that literally everyone I’ve ever spoken to at a kink party (and I’ve been to a few, over the past seven years) understands how you’re feeling. Honestly, really, truly. Because, even though some of us are better at hiding it, almost everyone I have ever met experiences similar, anxious feelings, on some level, when they’re walking into a new situation where they don’t know anyone. Most of us have also had those feelings amplified when we walked into our first fetish parties — because in addition to all the new people and small talk, you’re now throwing in the layer of play and kink, which is not something that most of us have a chance to encounter often, especially in a public social setting.

The point is, you’re not alone. And those of us who have been around do what we can to try to make it easier on you. Regulars and party-helpers do our best to say hi when we see new faces, and I know I do my best to chat with new folks when I meet them. The fact is that most kinky folks enjoy meeting new people — a lot of us spent a long time feeling isolated or outcast for our desires and sexuality before we found the community, and want to help other people find community as well. And the cool thing about kink parties, is that you have at least one conversation topic in common with everyone in the room, when you walk through the door! I don’t know about you, but small talk always feels a bit easier to me, when I know an interest we both share.

In the end, please remember that a party is just a party (most of which happen fairly regularly) which is attended by regular people just like you, who happen to enjoy doing kinky stuff in a room with other kinky folks. That’s it! If that sort of thing sounds fun, you can come see if you enjoy it, sometime, when you’re feeling brave. If you aren’t feeling brave, then don’t sweat it! There will ALWAYS be another one later on. And there’s absolutely no reason to force yourself to attend a random kink event, if the thought of doing so makes you feel uncomfortable. And, heck — plenty of people all over the world live perfectly happy, kinky lifestyles without ever engaging with large-scale events or joining The Scene™.

I won’t tell you not to feel anxious, because I know that’s annoying and unhelpful. But I will promise you that you’re not weird for feeling anxious, and that your feelings are normal and valid and incredibly familiar to many of us veterans. And I can offer you my own testimony that for a lot of us, finding the courage to be anxious and scared but DO THE THING ANYWAY was absolutely worth it. And whenever you feel like you’re ready to come out (and take your time, dude, there’s no rush), I bet you’re gonna do just fine.

#Elsha writes #unsolicited advice from your local wine aunt #mine #Tableaux #kink scene #nyc party scene #kink party advice #kink life

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masked-puppetmaster · 7 years

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giant BATIM pre game headcannons post

So um I may have gotten carried away with this-

This is gonna be a long post guys buckle up

* When Bendy was first summoned, he was very anxious and shy. He really only trusted Joey at first, but grew to trust everyone else eventually. * Wally had the hardest time gaining Bendy's trust * After getting used to the studio and it's workers, bendy outgrew most of his shyness. He still gets pretty anxious, especially in crowds, but around the studio he's pretty comfortable. * Despite being a demon and all, bendy still has a few fears: stage fright, crowds, and heights (also abandonment but we'll get to that later) * Elaborating on that, bendy is fine preforming in front of a camera or anyone in the studio, but put on a stage in front of a large group of people he doesn't do so well. Living with a limited amount of people in a small studio, he tends to panic in large social situations. Crowds bother him also because he's very small. Heights taller than a table are a problem, mainly because he tends to always somehow get someplace high by accident and can't get down. The only real exception is Boris carrying him. Boris is very tall but bendy allows it. * Bendy is kind of claustrophobic (this gets worse after the events of the game but shh these are pre game headcannons) * Boris and Joey are the only ones who can carry bendy without him getting scared. Bendy will allow the others to carry him but it makes him very very uncomfortable. * Henry or Sammy carrying bendy on their shoulder is okay, but only if bendy climbs up there himself.

* Bendy hides behind Joey, Henry, or Sammy's leg like a five year old when he's nervous

* Bendy also "melts" when experiencing negative emotions. Sometimes it's just drips, other times it's more severe, depending on how intense the emotions are * He can melt and change shape on his own accord too though. Like if he wanted to get into a locked room he could melt into a puddle and go underneath the door * All the toons can shift but bendy is the only one who can do it to that extent. The only shifting the others can do is like toon logic, like getting literally flattened by a safe and then immediately going back to their regular form * Toon logic/ hammer-space is something all the toons can do. * However they don't really use it too often * It normally doesn't take much work to use toon logic but doing too much too often can wear them out * Since bendy didn't use it very often, at first no one knew about toon logic. This led to bendy getting hit by a car and everyone flipping out, only for bendy to get right back up and be confused why everyone was so alarmed * Toon logic works to a certain extent in the real world. The toons can still feel pain and get injured, but things like getting safes dropped on them that would kill a regular human won't kill them. It still might hurt like hell through. Toon logic also allows the toons to be very strong at times, no matter what their size is. * Then toons are made of ink. They can't break bones because there are no bones to break. * All the toons have some sort of ink monster form, but it's literally almost never used. Maybe once or twice in a situation of genuine danger * Pretty much everyone in the studio can sing really well. The exception is Joey, who can't sing for shit * However, Joey can play the guitar and the piano * People never really want their kids around bendy (with him being a demon and all) but bendy is actually really great with kids * Bendy is very needy when it comes to attention. He constantly has to be paid attention to * He's got a pretty big fear of being left behind or abandoned (something that intensifies after the events of the Henry incident but shh we don't talk about that) * Even though he doesn't really like getting picked up, he does like cuddles. He is very small and will just kind of....curl into you like a cat * He likes warmth * In my own mind, bendy will always be some form of ace. But if he did date, I'd say he was pan. * Like he doesn't date but if he did he wouldn't give a shit about what gender you are * Bendy really likes animals. He especially likes dogs, but wether or not this is because his best friend is a wolf remains a mystery * Bendy and Boris don't get along super well in the show, but outside the show they are inseparable * Bendy and Boris didn't take an instant liking to each other. Boris was very open to being friends but bendy was too suspicious. After a while though bendy grew more comfortable and the friendship grew * After the friendship grew, they became best friends to the point of being brothers; they are insanely close, even if they make fun of each other a lot * Bendy is the "says they know what they're doing and to trust them and then immediately makes a complete fool of themselves because they didn't know what they were doing" friend * Boris is the "I'm much more sensible than you and will warn you if you're about to do something stupid" friend but he's also the "You mean a lot to me and I'd die to keep you safe but if you just ignore my warnings and make a total fool out of yourself as long as you're not severely injured I'm gonna laugh my ass off" friend * A lot of the times bendy will do something stupid and after confirming he's okay Boris will laugh really hard for a while * Bendy gets really offended like "*sniff* how dare you laugh at me" * Boris continues to laugh but still tries to make bendy feel better like "That was hilariously stupid you're an idiot now let's go get ice cream and watch movies k" * Boris is normally a kind, soft boi™ (if not somewhat savage at times) but you dare hurt someone he cares about (ex. Bendy) He is a ferocious beast ready to destroy you * Bendy also gets a lot of nightmares and Boris is ON IT * at the slightest sound of any distress Boris will get up and sleep with the bab and comfort him * Alice was harder. Alice and Boris got along pretty well since the beginning but bendy seemed to despise her. * This went along for a while, which upset Alice because she'd never done anything to bendy * Turns out bendy was just scared, mainly of being replaced. Bendy and Alice talked a while and after that gradually started to become friends * To anyone from the outside, it would look like bendy and Alice hated each other. This is, in fact, far from the truth. They care about one another a lot- they're just extremely competitive. * Everything with bendy and Alice is a competition. EVERYTHING. * As you may guess, this rarely ends well. * There's only ever been a serious accident once or twice. Most of the time they're just small mishaps that everyone laughs about later. * they stick out their tongues at each other like 5 year olds and everyone else in the room rolls their eyes * Sometimes it even gets a little ridiculous- bendy has the tutu because he got it just to prove he could look better in a skirt than Alice * They asked joey henry and Sammy to judge who looked better- Sammy took bendy's side, henry took Alice's side, and joey walked out of the room mumbling "is this seriously my life now?" * They're always playing a constant game of everything you can do I can do better * They insult each other a lot, but it's more in a sibling manner than anything else. * Alice isn't too nicey nicey towards bendy most of the time but if bendy is hurt or scared or upset She definitely shows how much she cares about him and tries to help in any way she can, even if all she can do is provide a little comfort (this goes the other way around too- Alice will comfort bendy and vice versa) * Alice and Boris always had a good relationship from the beginning * They weren't exactly best friends or anything but they were definitely friends * Boris always respected Alice- he always made every attempt to think of Alice and include her in things (despite knowing all too well bendy didn't like her much) He never looked at/thought of her differently just because she was a girl- he fully saw that she was very strong and capable of taking care of herself (although she was not above using her feminine charm and looks to get her way) * When bendy and Alice finally started getting along his response was basically "well it's about time you two" * Whenever bendy and Alice get into fights he just kind've rolls his eyes and doesn't get involved unless it gets physical, and even then both Alice and bendy are basically the size of small children so really all he has to do is sigh and stand in between them, pushing the two away from each other while they take no notice and continue to scream at each other and throw useless air punches * When Alice was upset that bendy disliked her when she'd done nothing she confided a lot in Boris (seeing as Boris was the closest to bendy) * Boris always tried to comfort her, insisting that "its not that he hates you, he just has a hard time trusting new people. He'll come around eventually." Boris eventually turns out to be right and even after Alice and bendy start getting along she continues to confide in him * Boris is always happy to pause anything he's doing and listen * He's a helper and tries to help in any possible way he can * Out of Sammy, Joey, and Henry, Sammy is the youngest of the three adults. He tends to act much more emotional and child-like than an adult should. He's very extreme: if he's happy he's singing and laughing and dancing, if he's sad he's crying an ocean * He likes to help- he gave bendy his tutu and Boris his overalls * Most clothes the toons have were given to them by Sammy, either Sammy had them already or he took them out to a store * Sammy has a large abundance of sweaters and bendy fucking loves sweaters

*everyone has a closet at the studio, for extra clothes, pajamas, etc. bendy often sneaks into them and steals sweaters

*The toons are the only ones who actually live at the studio, but at least one human stays at the studio per night with the toons. They usually rotate but sometimes there's voulenteers. * Sammy is also super clumsy * The toons usually look to him for fun- he's always willing to play with them and assist them with pranks and shenanigans * Despite how he acts he's smart and he knows what he's doing * He's also amazing at comfort and singing: if the toons need some cheering up they go to Sammy, and there's been more than one occasion bendy woke up from come crazy nightmare and Sammy sang him back to sleep * Everyone HATES seeing Sammy sad * Its almost unbearable * He's basically the toons dad/cool older brother * He's also a bit of a mom too * Carries around ponchos and snacks and band aids and stuff like that in case anyone needs them * He also carries around bubbles literally everywhere * Like weirdmageddon could be happening and you could count on Sammy to have bubbles * He's a wonderful person (although somewhat salty at times) and an amazing musician and singer but a terrible horrible cook * But he loves to cook * And no one has the heart to tell him he can't cook for shit * Sometimes Sammy gets involved in the toon's shenanigans * He's more neutral when it comes to what side he's on but he tends to take bendy's side a teensy bit more * Henry is the oldest of the three adults, though not necessarily the most responsible * He likes to have fun: he likes taking the toons out places and is the one that does it the most often * He's very protective of the toons- he considers them to be like grandchildren * He's also been in the army before and he sometimes will entertain the toons with old war stories: the toons enjoy them and sometimes will just come in while henry is drawing and sit down and ask to hear one- henry is happy to oblige and will tell the story as he works * He adds sound effects and gestures to make the stories more entertaining * He wears glasses but he really only needs them for reading * The toons love henry and are always super happy to see him * He's also a bit of a teacher- if the toons have any questions about the human world Henry's always glad to explain * Joey is younger than Henry by about a year and half but is still a lot more responsible (he's honestly the most responsible one there) * He likes to have fun as much as everyone else but he actually cares about if they're getting work done and reminds everyone of their work and deadlines (TBH the studio would probably be completely gone/bankrupt if it wasn't for him because if it wasn't for him no work would get done smh) * Everyone makes fun of him being serious but they all love him anyway * Joey does have a tiny bit of a temper- he's very easily frustrated and can be a little scary * He sometimes forces the toons to be pushed a little beyond their limits but the moment he realizes he's fucked up he feels really really bad * Despite coming off as serious and strict he cares about the toons very much, they're like his children (he actually has gotten used to referring to them as his kids and the toons have taken up a habit of calling him papa drew) (the first time they called him that he nearly cried because god they're precious) * He's very proud of his ink kids he loves them very very much even if he doesn't show it 24/7 * He also has a bit of anxiety and he gets panic attacks sometimes * (The only others prone to anxiety are bendy and Henry- while Joey's panic attacks aren't too frequent (though definitely not unheard of) bendy has a lot. Henry on the other hand has very little and only get them if something triggers a war flashback) * Joey needs glasses because he is 100% blind without them * He's very prone to losing them however and has to blindly fumble around Velma style to find them * The toons have stolen them a few times just because its funny * Sammy plays many instruments. Henry and Alice don't play anything but they sing. Joey and bendy play the piano. In addition to the piano, bendy can also play the violin (but he doesn't very often). Boris plays the clarinet. Joey, in addition to playing the piano, also plays the acoustic guitar. * Wally doesn't play anything. He can dance, but he rarely ever does (in front of other people at least) * Sammy is a serious musician. That being said, one of his favorite pastimes is kicking down the door to joeys room and playing careless whisper on the kazoo. * Bendy is the shortest of everyone, he's about the size of a four or five year old. Alice is about a head taller than bendy. Bendy is just a TINY bit smaller than the size of joeys leg, if that gives you any indication to how tall Joey is. Henry is a bit taller than Joey but not by too much. Wally is about the same height as Henry. Sammy and Boris are about the same height, and are taller than everyone * The toons are completely fine in regular water. * However, holy water hurts them. They can't step foot inside a church without nearly dying. * The toons mainly survive off of ink. They can eat regular human food but too much will make them sick. They also can't have sugar. Everyone learned both of these things the hard way.

* Everyone finds it hilarious how much the toons are fascinated with the most normal things like touch activated lamps and microwaves * Sunsets and stars were a big deal to the toons they were so amazed the first time they saw them * Most of the studio is fine with fireworks. They exceptions are bendy and Henry. * Bendy doesn't like fireworks (they're too loud and scary) and Henry doesn't like them because the loud boom noises remind him of the war. So on the Fourth of July bendy and Henry have just made a habit of staying together in the studio and having their own small celebration with food and old movies. They both enjoy it.

#bendy and the ink machine #BATIM #batim headcanons #bendy and the ink machine headcannons #pre game #bendy #alice #boris #henry #sammy #wally?#joey #they're unrealistic #theres a lot #its a long post #I'm sorry #ahh

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ajokeformur-ray · 7 years

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Hi! Could I get a naruto, black butler and death note ship please?

I’m a bisexual female, I’m 5'10 and have short hair but I’m growing it out because I’ve gotten tired of short hair. I’m clumsy and shy when it comes to real life interactions but when I’m online I’m extremely open and a bit more confident (not much though). A lot of times when I first meet someone I end up telling them almost everything there is to know about myself so there are no secrets and so people have an idea of what they’re dealing with. I have really bad social anxiety off the internet in some situations though, like if I’m in crowded places I feel like I’m suffocating, or if I’m talking to someone I don’t know I’m really awkward and stutter a lot.

I’m really uncomfortable around children and I prefer to stay away from them. I like writing or reading and keeping to myself most of the time unless I’m forced to leave the house. I have mild bipolar disorder and depression, which really messes with me a lot but I try to ignore it if possible, if it’s not that easy then I seek out friends who could possibly help. I have little care about my own health or wellbeing.

I’m homeschooled and I have no friends outside of the internet. My favorite color is burgundy and I really like aesthetic photography, I like to browse around on tumblr or Pinterest to find such things.

In the future I want to become and author, it’s a dream I’ve had for a really long time and I’m even planning a book right now.

I love horror and spooky things that keep me on edge, I also really love circus’s and freak shows (so I guess you can imagine how much I loved season 3 of BB) and I even want to learn some of the acts like knife throwing, sword swallowing and contortion.

My favorite movies are Tim Burton movies, the Harry Potter series and Lord Of The Rings/The Hobbit. All of those are held extremely close to my heart since I grew up watching them.

I’m an extremely accepting person, I feel like I’d be friends with just about anyone depending on what they’ve done. I don’t judge easily or too harshly at least, I’m more of a jokester when it comes to all that.

I’m extremely insecure when it comes to affection since I’m not used to it, I haven’t been given much of that as a child and even still today so it makes me really uncomfortable sometimes and tends to scare me.

I think I’ve covered the more important parts. I hope this made things easy for you to match me with people 💗💗 thank you!! - @baritoneburps

Itachi

- When you meet Itachi and tell him everything relevant about you, he listens with an unreadable face, his eyes analysing your every movement, his mind analysing your every word and hearing what you don’t say as well as what you do. When you’re finished, he is silent for a long moment and then he thanks you for your candour. If you’re lucky, though you’re his s/o so you will be, he’d tell you a little bit about him, too, just to level the playing field. In a crowded place, Itachi would keep a hand hovering near the small of your back, not touching you, ready to steer you out of the crowd at a moment’s notice.

- You’re very independent and you don’t ask much of anyone, which Itachi would find more of a bonus than most. He’s often away from the village on a mission so he needs an s/o who understands that he has a duty to his village that is bigger than he responsibilities with them, and he’d need his s/o to know that he can’t always check up on them or be there when they need someone. He would get annoyed by your lack of concern over your own health and would likly entrust you to Sasuke - that is to say, Sasuke drops by with food and the like with a, “Hn, I’m hungry so I bought food.” and he’d eat with you, making it look like he’s the one who needs company. This is all part of their arrangement and it suits everyone in varying degrees.

- Itachi would be sure to not spend time you with during school hours, thinking your studies more important than him - which is a valid point because while education is important, a relationship should never take priority over your future academically. Sometimes, if he has time on the way home from a mission, he’ll stop and buy a disposable camera and snap a few shots of the scenery, hoping you’ll appreciate them. He’s surprisingly good at photography…

- Itachi would support you in your writing pursuits and would likely take you on dates to circuses and extreme talent acts, such as those who breathe fire. If he really wants to impress you, he might even show you a few of his jutsus, which are quite dangerous to perform and should be used as a last resort defence. When you’re down, Itachi would put on your favourite films and sit there with you, waiting for you to talk. If you don’t talk then it’s fine, he’ll simply observe you until he can figure it out for himself.

- Your extremely accepting nature only draws Itachi to you and he finds himself telling you about his missions - though he’s careful not to mention things that are meant to be kept confidential. He would spend more time with you at night, lying side by side but not touching unless you initiate it, and even then he’s careful to observe you for signs of discomfort - any hint of a sign and he won’t touch you for the rest of the night even if he’s in a cuddly mood. Itachi’s biggest flaw and greatest strength is the fact that he’s self-sacrificing.

Sebastian (be still, my heart…)

- Sebastian is 6′’1 (tol bean) so he’s a good height for you as far as aesthetics go. He’d be intrigued by how you differ online to how you are in real life and I suspect he’d try to help you with your confidence in real life by complimenting you - genuine compliments, he means what he says and never lies - and would listen to you describe yourself. He might correct you on a few things if he thought you weren’t being completely truthful or if you had something wrong, but other than that he’d watch you with an unreadable face. He would then smirk, bow lowly, and tell you a bit about him. By the end of the conversation, you know each other well enough to know that you’re going to get on like a house on fire. When he has to plan social events, he always has a back-up plan to get you out of there if you need to.

- You keep yourself to yourself and that takes a weight off of his mind, especially if he rarely gets time off between managing the Manor, looking after Ciel, carrying out errands and cleaning up after everyone. It helps him to do his tasks efficiently when he knows that you’re two floors above him, curled up in the library reading or writing. He would be very curious and intrigued by your bipolar and depression and would ask you all about them, if you’d let him, and then he’d go off and do a bit of reseaarch. Within three days, he knows exactly how to help you before you even need help.

- Sebastian would be really good with your homeschooling as it’s not so different from Ciel’s own academic arrangements. I can see him flitting from room to room, helping each of you with your studies, though he tends to taunt Ciel when he can’t get an answer right as fast as he usually can. As far as aesthetic photography goes, Sebastian would always be armed with an empty camera on outings, ready to snap you a shot of whatever you find beautiful; though, sadly, he doesn’t ever let you photograph him.

- Sebastian would be quite supportive of your writing. It’s one of the oldest crafts that humankind has and he marvesl over how you can create a story from your own mind. He reads some of your work and he’s always too wuick and too thorouh for you to spot him/for him to leaavve signs that he’s been snooping. He would sometimes scare you, just to keep you on your toes. He is a demon, after all, and you need to be careful around him, something he never lets you forget. He will easily and happily show off for you, pulling all sorts of contortions and fire tricks out from his sleeves, sometimes literally, and will be your own entertainment system when he has the time to do so, even if it’s only for five minutes. He would ask you so many questions on your favourite films, even when you make him watch them all with you.

- With affection, it’s a luxury that Sebastian doesn’t ever need so he’d only touch you to stop you from tripping, slipping or if he has to rescue you when someone tries to storm the Manor - something they don’t walk away from unscathed. Your acceptance doesn’t surprise him but again, he wants to know why you’re so accepting and would wonder if you don’t sometimes have judgemental thoughts but you brush them off.

Misa

- Misa is very confident, almost excessively so because of her fame so you’d probably have to either... Deal with it or become more confident, or simply stay home when she goes to signings because they do get incredibly crowded. If you went with her to support her anyway, she’d tell one of her security guards - her most trusted one - to keep an eye out on you and if you have to go, you have to go that instant so that you don’t get panicky or overly anxious. She’d appreciate how open you are with her before the two of you got together and so nothing comes as a surprise She’s a lot more intelligent than she lets on, though sometimes you see glimpses of it.

- If any of these three would force you out of the house, it’d be Misa. If you didn’t want to though, she’d let you be, not wanting to upset you. She’d appreciate the quietness that comes with having you around as her life is so hectic and buy - and secretly murderous and dangerous - that coming home after a concert to you reading or writing makes her so drowsy she’d end up falling asleep beside you, her head resting on the back of the couch. It would bug her that you’re very careless with your health and well-being but there are times when she’s much the same way so she can’t say too much on the moral high ground. You’re always her biggest concern, though. That’s one thing that’d never change, no matter how deep into Kira’s web she became.

- You’re homeschooled and your only real contact with society is the internet, Misa and your family. She’s intelligent and perceptive and would always be able to help you with your work if you asked for or needed help, though she wouldn’t ever push it on you. She’d definitely buy you clothes in burgundy and would sincerely compliment you when you wear them wanting to give you a reason to feel confident about yourself.

- Misa could use her fame to get you along with your novel, if you wanted a bit of help getting out there and getting heard. She’d be very supportive of you. I mentioned Kira earlier and for sure, if you were together for longer than a year, she’d get you to touch the Note and she’d introduce you to Rem - you can’t get much creepier and scarier than a real Shinigami, and she certainly puts the Babadook to shame. Your dates tend to be to her concerts, though you’re allowed backstage as a VIP guest, or to circus and freakshows. Anything to make you smile, she’s down for. She’s selfless and while she can be self-centred at times, she always comes right back down to you. When you’re down or upset, your favourite films and snacks are her go-to solution.

- She loves how accepting and non-judgemental you are and she would definitely want you in Kira’s New World. If only people could be more like you, she’d think, then life would be better for everyone. She’s not much for affection and tends to use it as a weapon so really, it’d all be in your hands if you ever initiated it with her.

Hope you liked it! :)

#naruto #sasuke #sebastian michaelis #black butler #misa #death note #matchup #submission

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noahwrightx · 7 years

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task 14b: speech and language/communication & everyday behavior/habits

SPEECH AND LANGUAGE/COMMUNICATION:

Pace (does s/he talk fast, average, slow?): Noah speaks at a fairly slow pace. He’s relaxed, he’s in no hurry. He’s southern. His pace does pick up a little when he’s excited about something or when he’s angry, however.

Accent or dialect, if any: Noah lived most of his life in Kentucky, and it shows. His accent sounds something like this.

Voice tone: Somewhere between average and deep. Higher pitched when he’s anxious or whining.

Any favorite/habitual words/phrases or curse words?: Noah curses like a god-damn, motherfucking son of a cocksucker. Besides that, he uses slang pretty frequently. He says ‘ain’t’ quite a bit, both because it comes naturally and because it suits him to sound like a harmless southern fella. ‘Well now,’ ‘I mean,’ and ‘you know’ are also very common, along with a whole host of pet names--sugar, baby, honey, darlin’, dollface, sweetheart, etc.

Describe general vocabulary or speech pattern: Noah’s vocabulary is much bigger than he lets on, though it could certainly benefit from some further learning, as he’s not quite as avid a reader as he was when he was younger. Again though, usually it suits him to be read as harmless and simple, so his speech is generally made up of simple phrases, vulgarities, and slang.

Mannerisms/demeanor?

[x] Cool/confident

[ ] Volatile/moody

[ ] Nervous/fidgety/shy

[x] Other: Casual & constantly moving

Typical posture:

[ ] Stiff and rigid

[ ] Stands straight but not stiffly

[ ] Average, varies with mood

[ ] Slumped and defeated

[x] Slouchy, careless

[x] Relaxed

[ ] Other

Gestures:

[ ] Doesn't gesture much

[ ] Deliberate and controled

[ ] Only when excited/upset

[x] Most of the time

[ ] Wildly/weirdly

Common gestures: Noah is constantly moving somehow, whether it’s a lazily jiggling knee, tapping fingers, or playing with his hair. Common gestures include elaborate hand-waving while he talks, toe-tapping, and absent-minded coin tricks like this.

EVERYDAY BEHAVIOR / HABITS:

Finances: Before his arrival at the institute, Noah was broke and homeless. What little income he did have came from prostitution and drug-dealing. Interestingly enough, now that he’s literally a slave, he has a legitimate paying job at Moon Dance Records, and gets paid by Peter Nowak on the side for some less savory work. He is very careful with money when he has it, rarely splurging on anything that isn’t absolutely necessary for himself. Before coming to the institute, he was still using a little flip phone from the time of the dinosaurs.

Describe any personal habits: Noah has smoked cigarettes on and off (but mostly on) since he was twelve. Interestingly enough though, this is the only habit that is actually an addiction. Though he’s been known to drink and to indulge in some--though certainly not all--of the drugs he used to peddle, he’s never become hooked on any of them.

Morning Routine: These days Noah sleeps alone unless he’s been rented or one of his roommates is feeling cuddly. He is perfectly okay with sharing a bed, however--there’s a lot of shared rooms and cuddling for warmth in his past. Generally speaking, he goes to bed late and wakes up early--he’s used to sleeping light and infrequently, and those habits die hard. That said, he is grumpy as nobody’s business when woken up before he’s ready. When left to his own devices though, he’s a fairly cheerful morning person. Depending on the day, he’s woken either by an alarm on his phone or by his roommates waking before him. If he woke up naturally, he’ll spend breakfast reading, or dicking around on his phone, or chatting with anybody who happens to be nearby. Otherwise, his breakfast is spent grumpily staring into the middle distance as he tries to wake up fully.

Afternoon/Workday: On an average day, Noah attends classes and goes to work at Moon Dance. Anywhere he goes, he walks, and he throws himself into the day’s activities with the sort of careless enthusiasm that he puts into most things. His general attitude about both classes and work is that as long as it’s benefiting him, it might as well happen. That said, he does actually enjoy his job at Moon Dance and, because he’s a social, extroverted person, he’s fairly good at it, too. Ideally, however, he’d spend his days making art and lying in a pile of money that he doesn’t have.

Dinner: Noah almost never splurges on meals out now that he has access to the slave cafeteria. In the rare event that he does though, his preferred food purchases are almost always junk, and especially things that will last a long time without spoiling--a habit from when his meals were unpredictable and he had to think about making things last. Depending on his mood, he’ll either keep to himself while he eats, or sit and chat with literally whoever happens to be there.

Evening: Unless he’s working a later shift at Moon Dance, Noah spends almost every one of his free evening hours outdoors. He’s not yet adjusted to how much time he’s forced to spend inside at the institute, so he makes the most of the time he’s allotted, even if he just ends up doing homework in the grass somewhere.

Bedtime: Noah’s fairly inconsistent about what time he goes to sleep. Late, usually. He sleeps lightly and for pretty short periods at a time, which means his sleep isn’t always deep or long enough for dreams. When it is, however, they’re usually just general nonsense, though he does have recurring dreams about his sister: finding her, being told why she left him, or finding her dead. Some of these dreams are understandably less pleasant than others.

Skills/Talents: Noah is, first and foremost, a skilled liar. He should be--he’s had plenty of practice. Aside from that, he’s very good at sleight of hand: card tricks, coin tricks, pick-pocketing. He’s not bad in a fight, assuming the other party is, you know, human. Also, seriously, he’s always saying it, but it bears repeating: he gives really good head.

What is he particularly unskilled at?: Filtering snark. Remembering that he’s supposed to treat masters with reverence all the time, not just when they’ve officially rented him. Doing homework on time. Trusting people. Sitting still. Telling the truth. Showing genuine emotion. Cooking. You know... the usual stuff.

Any hobbies (sports, arts, collecting, gaming, etc.): Noah really loves art, in particular wood carving and other forms of sculpting. If given a pen, he will doodle on whatever paper is within reach. He likes puzzle games and mindless cell phone games like Temple Run or Flappy Bird. He enjoys running, though he has never actually considered it a recreational thing, so much as a necessity for quick escapes from cops and angry spouses. He collects shiny-but-useless trinkets.

#theinstitutetask #( noah | about. )#( task. )

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