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virtue-and-beneviolence · 2 years

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would you lie for me?

Sano Manjiro is a little more than a gang president and more than a little unhinged and it takes you a while to see it.

tw: gaslighting, manipulation, there is not a single healthy relationship in here, vague smutty bit, relatively graphic depictions of violence, lots of blood, yandere behavior from mikey?, poorly timed make outs bc mikey is a fucking freak (affectionate), character death (if they’re named, they die) (abt 3.5k idk that triggers me /j)

Part of @sugusshi and @rxmera's blood point road collab so it doesn't stay sweet for long lol hope its cool im posting it now ssksk (Music for the vibes)

Sano Manjiro had beautiful eyes. Big, bright, honest, clear eyes. When he looked at you, you felt seen, you felt safe, you felt known and loved. He had eyes that could build you up with a glance. The kind of eyes that could speak on their own. His irises were soft with promises of the world, that everything would be okay, that you were enough. And you believed it.

Mikey’s voice was powerful. It was soft and caring like the brush of a hand to an aching cheek, it was bright like the sunniest day, yet authoritative when needed. With his voice he could beseech even the most stubborn agent into action. He could convince anyone to see his side and feel his emotions. Those who heard his honeyed voice, would without question follow him through the desert to the ends of the earth in hopes to find the peace he had.

Yes, he was perfect on the surface.

Mikey loved his friends, his followers. He could use his charisma to generate endless moral when things were tough. His reputation for helping solve personal turmoil precedes him. It was this trait that brought the two of you closer together in the beginning.

Mikey knew you had it in you to be the person he saw in you. The sweet, fun-loving, strong-willed woman was inside of you. You just needed some help chiseling away at long ignored problems and help identifying and excising toxic people in your life. But you trusted him because being with him was the highest high. Besides, he was never wrong and had yet to fail to draw the idyllic nature in any of those in his circle before. No matter the starting material he could shape anyone to their best self.

He believed in correction as much as he believed in kind words and encouragement. There were tried and true methods he used to correct behavior in his gang. Some public, like the venting sessions where everyone was free to share their complaints about a member’s behavior. These sessions were passionate events meant to strengthen the bond between all participants by allowing fully unfiltered opinions.

The first time you participated you’d never forget. It had never seemed so intense from the outside but being in the hotseat was a different story. One by one others shared your worst faults, picked at the scabs of lifelong insecurities, called out transgressions you made in moments of weakness. You wanted to fight back, to argue, to defend yourself. Angry and accusatory voices blurred into generic din that rattled you to your core. It was sensory overload. Your brain was fuzzy and when you opened your mouth to speak, or scream, you had yet to decide, a hand came down on your shoulder.

Manjiro lifted his other hand to pause the crowd. He leaned down and spoke softly in your ear, “Y/n, they love you. You need to hear this. We grow through the pain.”

Your voice died in your throat.

“Besides,” His voice went gravelly, “Can you really say they’re wrong?”

A strangled sound tumbled out of your mouth and tears flowed freely from your eyes. How could you have been so defensive. Without hearing it all, how could you ever grow past the resentment and bitterness that gripped you? By hearing and accepting your faults you could be free. You were everything they said about you and more.

Mikey ceremoniously knelt in front of you, took your face in his hands, and kissed away your tears. “I will build you back up. Stronger than before. You have my word.”

Mikey took a particular interest in you after that. Leapfrogging through the ranks made your heart skip a beat. He saw something special in you, he wanted to help you. He wanted you, and you dedicated yourself to proving him that he was right to have chosen you. You threw yourself into his causes, attended every event, offered to do anything Mikey asked. You wholly devoted yourself to the man with all the answers.

You weren’t supposed to be there. Mikey had sent you to take care of his bike’s service. It should have taken the whole afternoon. The shop was 45 minutes by train and he’s scheduled pickup during rush hour.

You should have been paying for the repairs right now, you should have been several hours out, but instead, you got a call mid commute cancelling the pickup (“found another issue, accept our apologies”). So, you switched train lines at the next stop and headed back early. The lights were out in the palatial house the upper echelon shared, when usually it’d be bustling at this hour. Huh. There must have been a Correction called. Before you could join, you’d need to drop off Mikey’s card, lest you fall back on your forgetful streak and risk earning his disappointment.

You quietly strode down the long hall to Mikey’s quarters, feeling a heaviness in your footsteps. On instinct, your body hesitated as you drew nearer.

Shuffling.

Maybe someone was on cleaning duty and had forgotten to do so at the regular time.

A…gasp? A ragged breath?

Was Mikey ill? Shouldn’t he be in the infirmary?

A thud. The crack of a slap. Incoherent babbles that you could swear felt like pleas.

Your pace quickened.

“Haahiki,” a voice begged, “Ahiki, uhlease nuh! Uease,, uease nuh, aht!”

“You know it hurts me to do this, Haruchiyo, but you need to learn,” Mikey’s unmistakable tone threatened, “when to stop talking back.”

Panicked noises left Sanzu as the shuffling increased. You were in the doorway when the wet staccato pops of tearing skin, the cracking pop of a jaw being dislocated, and the gargled scream hit your senses all at once. In horror, you looked on. Mikey’s right thumb was depressing Sanzu’s tongue, gripping his lower jaw with bruising strength. His left hand had already left the kneeling man’s mouth in favor of gripping his pink hair. Sanzu gurgled on blood, some of which spilled down his shirt, mouth open and tongue twitching in pain under his king’s thumb, unable to close his now lopsided jaw. Involuntary tears of pain diluted the thick red gushing from messily torn skin.

“Why did you make me hurt you?”

“M-Mikey what is happening," you spoke with caution, words metered, uncharacteristically calm in the face of such violence.

Mikey's attention snapped to you and as he let go of Haruchiyo, the kneeling man fell to his hands, congealing blood spilling heavily in half formed clots on the carpet from where it had been pooling in his mouth and throat. Mikey whispered your name and looked down at what he had done with a rehearsed look of renewed horror, "I didn't want to do this I never wanted to hurt anyone," Mikey's voice shook with raw emotion. "Y/n you know I-I'd never hurt anyone right?" He took half a step towards you, reaching out with shaky hands that you ducked from at first.

"Mikey what...why would you..."

"No!" Mikey snapped and roared the word. You jumped. "You won’t leave. You can’t leave me. You’re mine." Mikey’s voice was thick with grit and a ghost of panic but left no room for argument or question. His word was absolute. You opened your mouth to speak but he didn’t give you a chance, "You belong here, belong to our cause, to me…with me.” His words softened, seeing you hesitate in your recoil. He took advantage of you being frozen in place and grabbed your face, bloody thumbs aligned with your jaw and gently brushing your cheeks leaving messy streaks from the bulbous semisolid blood on the pads of his thumbs. "I need you. I need you to fix me. You’re the only one that can. You’ll do it won’t you? You’ll be my salvation.” It wasn’t a question.

A tacky, bloodied thumb swiped your lip reverently. Mikey peeled away his thumb and stared at the smeared print of his finger left behind on your now ajar lower lip. You buckle under oppressive eyes. Your head is full of cotton and your chest is bubbling with complicated emotions that rise and fall like goo in a lava lamp. You’re too aware of Haru retching. Too aware of the drying blood fusing Mikey’s fingers to your jaw. Of the sharp metallic odor turning your stomach. Of your breath, growing labored, your heartbeat in your ears, the sting of your nails digging deep crescents into your palms, the white-hot burn of tears threatening to fall, of…of something soft and warm and wet against the taut crimson smear on your lip. The taste of copper on your tongue. Warm lips slotted around your own. Warmth radiating from a hand on your lower back. Hot breath against freed lips.

“I-“ your head was swimming, mind flickering on and off it seemed from the overwhelming stimulation.

“You’ll fix this with me. You’ll stay. I know you will.”

Your body answered before you mind could catch up. “A-anything for you Mikey. Anything you ask.” He rubbed soothing circles on your lower back. The warmth he radiated eased your mind. He was comfort itself. The last holding splint holding you together; the pin in your grenade. “Whatever you need, consider it done.” He smiled with his whole face. “Just please, help Haruchiyo.”

Mikey’s glossy eyes hardened almost imperceptibly. He nodded and you took a glance at the man, eyes red from strain and pain without relief, cried to dehydration, to dryness. You’d never forget the split skin of his mouth that cracked his face into a smile.

That face, that last look of pained eyes blown wide on a torn face. How sorely you wished it was the last time you saw it.

He’d left that night. For medical attention, Mikey announced to the group. There’d been an accident, you see, and Haru would be gone for a while to recover. You nodded along solemnly as the dutiful only witness.

It had been an accident. A misunderstanding. A slip of judgement. You saw that now. Mikey would never do something so vile, but Haru made him lose control. If something could shift the inner peace that Mikey enjoyed, then surely that behavior was in dire need of rectification but any means necessary. Besides the event had crushed Mikey as further proof that he’d never wanted to hurt his friend.

Over the past two weeks, Mikey had hardly eaten, rarely showed face at events, spoke without his show stopping charisma, he’d paled, and his eyes were red and swollen much of the time. The guilt was killing him. You did you best to provide him with the love and care he needed to get through this tragedy.

You stayed with him nearly all hours of the day. Much of it was spent cooing to the man outwardly distraught over the accident. Reminding him he wasn’t his actions, that what was done was done, that a moment of weakness didn’t define him forever. He was still the Mikey everyone looked up to and loved. You fed him, warmed his bed, sang him to sleep every time nightmares woke him. When he was scared to face the others, scared of what he’d do to them, you offered your body to him as a sign of trust.

He treated you gingerly at first, as if terrified of breaking you. He dragged his fingertips along your exposed skin with feather light touches that made you shiver involuntarily. Caging your body under his, he breathed warnings into the crook of you neck between pressing kisses along your throat.

“Manjiro, I know you. You won’t hurt me. And besides,” you tugged his face out from where he hid to look at you. “I’m yours, aren’t I? Do with me what you want to. Whatever you need.” His red tinged eyes stared back while yours flitted over his face, smiling soothingly as you carded fingers through his hair to keep it out of his face as you pulled him down to your waiting lips.

Warm lips kissed down your body, careful to give the peak of each breast a moment’s attention. Strong hands snaked under your hips to hold your legs open as Mikey got comfortable between your thighs. He took in the view for a heartbeat and before you could open your mouth to vocalize complaints of shyness under his gaze, he began his sultry feast. You couldn’t be sure how long it lasted, you lost count of the times he’d brought you to climax on his fingers and tongue before he made his way back your face to make you taste yourself on his lips. Gasps and whimpers were stifled by your lover’s mouth as he pressed his length into you finally.

Mikey was soft and sweet, more sensual than you could have expected. The praises and encouragement poured from his lips felt so sincere, so genuine. The raw emotion of the moment struck you just right and tears bubbled in your eyes. Babbled confessions of love and devotion left you like prayers. Mikey kissed your tears away. The kiss you stole from him then was cut short as the peak of your pleasure washed over you with a breathy gasp of his name. He rode out your orgasm and reassuringly pressed his forehead to yours with promises that he was there, he had you, you were his. Shakily, you grabbed his cheeks and watched him come undone above you with your name on his tongue. You tucked his face in your neck, panting with him for a moment.

“Mikey, please stay. Please stay with me.”

“I will. Till the end.”

The thing about endings is that you rarely see them coming, and when you notice it, the pieces have already settled where they’ve fallen.

You were happy. You were happy in your life with Mikey. You had all you needed when you were in his arms, acting as his penance. Days were smooth, routine, and comfortable when you saw a new light slowly blink to life in his eyes since the accident a month ago. His eyes had a new depth, with no beginning or end. When you stared into them, you felt the gravity pull you in. You could blind yourself in the light of those eyes and you’d never be happier. He’d found himself through his pain and suffering.

Sure, a few people had lost sight of his vision and left, but that was of little consequence to Mikey. Differences in understanding weren’t failures after all. He’d done for them all he could to bring them to perfection. Besides, he had the rest of his followers to support him.

He was different than before. More flexible, somehow. The change filled your heart with appreciation and pride. He told you all the time how this was your doing. Your gift of understanding. Your support.

You healed him, he’d say.

Things were so comfortable you didn’t question it when he started to take walks at night. He knew how to stay safe, he assured you. He had arms if there were to be an emergency. Besides, he only walked along the heavily wooed property the gang controlled tightly. It was a hike no one knew better than Manjiro. He was cautious, he promised, there was no reason to worry for his safety. If it brought him this much serenity when he struggled to sleep, who were you to stop him?

The beginning of the end was signaled by the metallic scraping of metal along the wood of Mikey’s beside table, the soft hiss of air sucked through Mikey’s teeth at the cool sensation of metal on skin and a quiet snap of elastic. The soft click of your bedroom door and a hushed but clear voice stirred you from your half sleep as you listened to the man asking if it was really okay to make a private walk with Mikey, if you were okay, if he’d made Mikey disturb you. Manjiro hushed his companion, Kazutora, you realized.

You’d always been a light sleeper and now your interest had been piqued. Mikey never mentioned that his walks weren’t alone. Jealousy mixed with a general sense of unease swirled like muddy water leaving a bitter taste in your mouth that you swallowed. Casting the blankets aside, your feet found your slippers and you started after them.

Kazutora had a particularly difficult time with some of the changes. He’d expressed the most concern of the group for Mikey. He’d taken you aside subtly last week to ask if you’d noticed any changes in Mikey’s behavior. Only for the better, you assured him.

You tailed them all the way to the shrine and then further downstream. Where the crunch of feet on freshly fallen leaves and the babbling of the river obscured the conversation. You saw them speak. They seemed calm, tranquil, a stark contrast to the fear gnawing at your psyche as you suppress connections your mind makes unbidden. You’d heard nothing from Haru. The others never announced their departures. It was as if they’d…left…in the middle of the—

The sounds of struggle pulled you from your thoughts. Manjiro had incapacitated Kazutora, locked his dominant arm out of use and gripping the taller man’s tresses to keep him steady. They were faced away from you and the copper scent in the air made you gag and choke on memories of Haru’s blood on your tongue that you weren’t ready to taste again.

Mikey let Kazutora buckle to his knees and lowered him down gently. Red hands plunged the knife through the left side of the gurgling man’s back. As Manjiro looked on from above, admiring his handiwork, he drove the knife to the hilt with a swift stomp.

You throat was constricted with need for air but your body forgot how to breathe. Instead, you heaved a sob and watched Manjiro’s head snap in your direction.

“Mikey,” you inhaled his name through an uneven breath as he stood above you, face neutral, eyes a void. “Mikey you s-said you didn’t want t-to hurt people…”

“Angel,” He kneeled in front of you. His voice was distant and dreamlike, quiet under the ringing in your ears. “You’re supposed to be in bed.”

“Mikey is he…”

“Shh,” He cooed, and scooped your trembling body up against his, stepping mostly over the body of his friend, but the crack of a bone under Mikey’s foot made you jump and cling tighter to the perpetrator for fear of being closer to the lifeless body. He carried you for what felt like ten minutes, all the while cooing sweet nothings, promises, and praises in your ear for being such a strong girl.

The stench of death in summer caught you by surprise. Even when you realized where he was taking you, you never could have dreamed death would overpower your senses like it did. He sat you down in front of the sallow, decomposing body of Haru. His jaw unhinged on the right side as it was when you last saw him, but now that cheek had been picked away, back to his ear and you were met with the inside of his mouth and swollen partial tongue.

“You lied to me.”

“And you lied for me.” He was on his knees behind you, mouth nipping at your neck.

“W-why?” Your body was unbelievably tense but you were unsettled far past tears by now. “Why did you hurt them?”

“I don’t hurt people, y/n, I bring the little piggies that can’t learn our lessons in this life to their next.” He pulled your chin up and began to suck a hickey over your jugular. “You’ll help me repent, won’t you?”

You swallowed and shook your head jerkily, at first before committing to denying him. You tried to pull away but he was faster. The snap of elastic was lost on you as he grabbed a painful fist full of your hair and yanked you head back to press the warm metal of Mikey’s pistol to your throat. “Y/n, I love you. I tried to get you to understand. You need this. We grow through the pain.”

Your scream his name was cut short as the bullet stole your voice in favor of grotesque grumbling as your hands flew to stop the blood uselessly. Mikey stepped around to face you and hold your face still, “Oh baby, you’re crying for me?” He put his forehead to yours. Your lungs were heavy with blood. “Thank you, my angel. I need some sympathy after shooting my love, you know?” He caught your gasping lips in a final kiss before raising the gun to his own temple.

Ye maybe i'll forego most of the tags but like yall knew this existed so here it is finished? but also pls talk to me about this one pls im begging this time for ppl to share thoughts @adviswhore @hanmasslvt @softbajis @rae-ryuuguji-sano @sano-obsessed @girl-by-the-lake

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#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers mikey x reader #tw: manipulation #tw: violence #tw: gaslighting #tw: toxic relationships #um #sano manjiro #idk what taags mikey ppl use #whatever i'll fix it later i guess #bloodpointroadcollab #mikey x reader #yandere mikey x reader #yandere tokyo revengers #mikey sano #pls yandere folks find this bc #so few ppl like the darker shit sksksks #craving validation sksks

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spencer-reids-adventures · 3 years

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Hello, I don’t have a prompt or nothing cuz I’m not that mentally creative, but !!!! can i pls get autistic Reid with Morgan angst and like a frens to luvers fic blurb thingy? god im terrible at this I’m sorry 🙈

(you are certainly not terrible at this and i love this prompt!!)

Also this ended up longer than I expected so it's posted on AO3 also!

Spencer Reid is excellent at reading victims, witnesses, suspects, and unsubs - it's what he does for a living, after all - which makes it all the more frustrating that he can't read Derek Morgan. At least, not what he wants to read about Derek Morgan, which is whether he shares the same feelings as Spencer. The fluttery-tummy, the smiling every time he hears his voice, the pining.

At first he hopes the feelings will go away - that it's just a silly crush, and he'll move on. But after three years working together, the feelings are stronger than ever, and that's when he decides he needs to do something about it.

So when the team is going to a club one night after work to let off some steam, and Derek asks Spencer specifically if he'll come this time - even though Spencer never comes out with them - this time he gives in and says yes.

He changes at home beforehand, hoping if he makes himself look "normal" then maybe acting "normal" will come easier to him. He puts on his one pair of jeans and a soft fitted purple t-shirt he bought to wear on a date once, and he switches his contacts for his glasses, because his eyes are tired. In the interest of "normalcy," he leaves his satchel at home, carrying only his phone and wallet in his pockets.

"Pretty boy!" Derek calls when Spencer walks in the door. "You made it!"

Spencer tries to focus on Derek's voice, his smile, his apparent happiness at seeing Spencer, and ignore the loud music, flashing lights, and crowds of people that have him immediately on edge. He waves to the rest of the team, who are all dancing, and walks over to stand next to Derek at the bar.

"What are you drinking?" Derek asks, and Spencer tries to weigh whether alcohol will make this better or worse. He decides he'd rather be in control as much as possible.

"Shirley Temple," he says, and when Derek laughs, it's friendly, not mean.

They take their drinks to a table, and Spencer realizes he should have brought his bag, if only to have the strap to fidget with, or one of the soft pieces of flannel he keeps inside to rub against his skin. Instead, he taps his feet and pretends he can hear what Derek is saying over the noise, and when he invites Spencer to come dance, Spencer says he'll catch up in just a moment. The minute Derek is gone, Spencer bolts.

He heads to the bathroom first, locking himself in a stall and covering his ears, trying to block out the thumping bass that feels like it's pressing in on him from all sides. He has a headache from all the perfumes and colognes and drinks and sweat and he lifts up the bottom of his shirt and holds it over his nose, trying to breathe through it like a filter. The flashing lights are gone, but one of the bulbs in the bathroom is flickering, and every part of this is too much.

Spencer finally decides that if this is what it's going to take to get Derek's attention, he might as well give up on ever being with him, because he absolutely, positively cannot do this. He doesn't even realize how hard he's punching his arm until it turns dark red, like it's about to bruise, and it's the last straw because even the bad stims aren't helping, and he can feel himself starting to fracture, lose the single thread he still seems to be hanging by.

He sneaks out the back door of the club and runs all the way home, keeping his focus on the way his leg muscles feel, and the slap of his Converse on the sidewalk, and the wind in his hair, and it's not until he's back in his apartment, huddled in his closet, screaming into one pillow and punching a pile of others, that he even thinks to check his phone.

From: Morgan Hey Pretty Boy, where'd you take off to?

From: Morgan Kid, seriously, where are you?

From: Morgan No one else has seen you and I checked the bathroom. Tell me you're okay

From: Morgan Spencer, you're really freaking me out

Missed call from: Morgan (11)

"Fuck!" Spencer screams into the pillow, and it's the last straw.

He throws his phone across the room and starts to rock forward and backward, hard enough that his head slams against the wall, flapping his hands as hard as he can, losing himself in shame and frustration and rage and humiliation.

He doesn't hear the knock at the front door, and the doesn't hear the door open, and he doesn't hear anybody enter the room, and when his hand hits something warm and solid he just punches it, and when he rocks back and his head hits a pillow instead of the wall, he starts to scream, and then to cry, and when he finally tires himself out, he collapses on the wood floor and falls asleep, and still doesn't realize there's someone else there, someone who carefully picks him up and lays him on his bed, removing his shoes and laying a blanket over him.

Spencer doesn't sleep for long, and when he wakes, Derek is sitting in the armchair in the corner, reading one of his books.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Spencer asks, trying to piece together the last several hours and finding no memory of inviting Derek over.

"You scared me, kid," Derek says, putting the book down. "You disappeared without saying anything, you didn't answer your texts or my calls. I thought something had happened to you! I was about to call the police before I figured I should check your apartment first. By the way, don't leave your front door unlocked."

"I don't usually," Spencer mumbles.

"What happened?"

"I just had to get out of there," he tries to explain. "It was-- everything was too much, and I thought I could be normal for one night but I was wrong, and I'm sorry I ruined your night--"

"You didn't ruin my night," Derek says. "Is that why you never want to come out to the clubs with us? Because it's... too much?"

"I get sensory overload," Spencer says quietly. "And I left my bag at home."

"Your bag?"

"I carry things that help. So I don't flip out like this all the time, especially on cases."

Morgan nods and moves from the armchair to the foot of the bed, where Spencer is now sitting up, still wrapped in the blanket.

"And when you got home?" Derek asks carefully. "When I got here, you were, uh..."

"I can't-- I can't talk about this right now, Derek," Spencer says desperately. "Can you just, I don't know, Google autism when you get home?"

"Yeah, of course I can," Derek says, raising an eyebrow. "If I'd known, I would have done that a long time ago."

"You didn't know? Really?"

"No, I just... I don't know. Thought you were--"

"Weird?"

"Quirky," Derek says. "But now that I know, I'll learn about it. And you can always share things, if you feel like it. If you think they would be helpful for me to know."

"Why do you care so much?" Spencer blurts out. "You don't have, like, an obligation to take care of me, just because you know now. You can pretend this never happened."

"I care about you," Derek says, moving closer to sit next to Spencer on the bed. "I care about you a lot, Spencer."

"Y-you do?"

"More than I should, maybe," he says with a small laugh. "I've cared about you since the minute I first saw you."

"Care about me like... the way friends care about each other?" Spencer whispers, and when Derek shakes his head no, Spencer reaches for his hand.

"If I'd known clubs were so painful for you, I would have invited you somewhere else. I just wanted to spend time with you. I always want to spend time with you."

"Derek," Spencer says, squeezing his hand, and before he can lose his nerve, Spencer leans in and kisses him softly on the mouth.

He pulls back and blinks a few times, waiting for Derek to tell him he's got the wrong idea, that he should leave, that this was all a misunderstanding. Instead, Derek leans in and kisses him back, deeper.

"I thought I'd never get to do that," Spencer murmurs.

"Me too," Derek replies.

"Can we-- do you want to go on, like, a coffee date with me?" Spencer asks. "Maybe tomorrow?"

"I'd like that very much. That, uh, doesn't mean we have to stop kissing now, though, does it?"

"Absolutely not." Spencer smiles, pulling Derek closer and deciding that maybe "normal" is overrated.

#cw self harm #cw meltdown #autistic spencer reid #derek morgan #maya writes more than 5 sentences #maya's autistic spencer collection #maya's spencer whump collection #maya's moreid collection

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clonewarsreturns · 4 years

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Season 7 episode 2: A distant Echo!!

Oh my god y’all this could be a new number one.

Spoilers!!

Where to freaking begin.

The new transition style with the recaps is just amazing

Rex clearly is so focused on his son and it hurts.

Anakins FaceTime and the little gestures he made to Rex to remind him killed me

Rex awkwardly standing guard hOLY

Obi wan smiling and waving like “hi good Rex!!” So cute

Padme holding her TUMMY

HER BEING TEAM REX

REX KNOWING ABOUT PADME

Oh god his failed attempt of lies

We not even five minutes in and I’m crying.

WRECKER HOLDING MY FAVORITE FREAKING DROID IN THE UNIVERSE OUR LORD AND SAVIOR GONK

AND HOW HE CAREFULLY PLACED IT DOWN INSTEAD OF THROWING IT

I CRIED

Y’all know my thoughts on the entire “don’t run out there” sequence so skipping ahead

Look. I’m not gonna lie hunter was pretty attractive with how badass he was.

Anakin being a mess. “We’re gonna have a SLIGHT communication problem”

The bad batch is just so cool you guys like their plans are so clever!

Tech speaking the language is cute.

Aight YALL everything about the ridge scene.

Crosshairs making it super hard to like him lol I try but MAN I wanted to punch him. I did like how he realllly got under Rex’s skin with the “You left him behind” comment. You can HEAR the despair in Rex’s voice.

Rex beating the shit out of him like hell yes. Wrecker stresses me out with the neck grab though like dude gonna accidentally break someone. And then:

“YOU’RE GONNA BE A LOT SMALLER WHEN IM THROUGH WITH YOU”

____that made me feel something and im not afraid to say it LOL REX YOU HECKIN BADASS GOING CHEST TO CHEST WITH SOMEONE TWICE YOUR SIZE AND STARRING THEM DOWN MY LORD

I do appreciate how-soft? anakin is when it comes to rex this episode. Honestly it’s probably because it’s the first time Rex has ever had a stake in something they did. Rex is not himself and it’s made even more evident in the way DBB says “I KNOW it.” never have we heard Rex beg, he sounded similar to Fives in his last scene! I really like anakin listening to Rex and having a fatherly presence cause literally everyone has just been like “Rex u dumb yo friend dead get over it” but anakin knows more than anyone how it feels to know someone you love is in danger and there’s nothing you can do.

ALSO I LOVE WHEN CHARACTER’S HAVE WEAKNESSES AND WRECKER BEING SCARED OF HEIGHTS IS SO INTERESTING!!!! The other night I literally was thinking of weaknesses for each of the batchers (Hunter-prone to sensory overload, has sound dampeners in his helmet, Tech-can’t seperate data from emotion, Crosshairs deaf with implants, and lacks most senses like touch and taste.)

These new droids are so funny looking I love it

SCOOTER TAMBOR IS BACK LOL I FREAKING LOVE HIS WEIRD WHEELS

Tech losing the signal again and Rex panicking a bit like “???????”

Crosshairs is still dope, dang it.

This is the first time I think we’ve heard the term prisoner of war in clone wars and that’s so interesting. Up until this point that wasn’t really an idea for the republic or seperatists, Echo is the first to be given that value in the eyes of the enemy.

Rex straight up that LET ME IIIIIN MEME

Anakin telling tech to get the door open for Rex made me soft.

Alright. The moment. I held my breath the entire time right up to the hatch opening. So chilling. Echos’ eyes glitching and the ice particles on his skin-

Rex had such a similar expression to the Fives scene and it hurt. sad parallel.

Echo repeating his lines from the Citadel hurt even more, he’s been stuck in a loop.

Echo’s hopeful voice when he asked rex if he came back for him and Rex defeatedly agreeing. He technically did but not the way he thought. just a couple years late

“You’re coming home.” I cried real tears. The music, this felt like fucking Saving Private Ryan up here. A CARTOON MADE ME HAVE THE SAME EMOTION AS ONE OF THE MOST HIGHLY ACCLAIMED WAR MOVIES OF ALL TIME! PERFECTION. CLONE WARS IS PERFECTION.

This seriously is up there as one of if not my favorite episodes of the series because it was so Rex centric and really just highlighted he and anakin’s relationship. I feel like we never got to see this before since with Ahsoka around, Rex tended to be attached to her on missions while Anakin would be attached to Obi wan. It’s a fantastic change of pace and I’m overjoyed.

I really hope this arc ends with Echo joining the Bad Batch cause I just don’t fucking trust Kamino in the slightest after Fives and Tup.

I feel like the wait for the next episode won’t hurt as bad since now we have a mini movie worth of episodes to watch :D Those are my thoughts. More will come as I think more. All and All fantastic.

#tcw spoilers #star wars the clone wars #captain rex #Clone Wars #the Bad batch #Echo

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shy-marker-pliers · 4 years

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High school AU thingamabob

Dark

17 year old senior

class president and is kinda high and mighty about it tbh

“yes i know student council can’t really make any changes without the input of the superintendent but IM THE PRESIDENT AND YOU’RE NOT SO SUCK MY DI-“

does sound/lights for all the shows the school puts on

dating wilford and no one knows how or why they’re together

had a deep as hell voice and a beard the second he hit puberty

takes every ethics/psychology class he can

wants to be a lawyer

that one kid that everyone fears but is actually kinda chill if not a little surly

wears a collared shirt and tie to school every day and would totally get made fun of for it if he wasn’t terrifying

listens to classical music unironically

“oh my god i’m so going to fail this test” *proceeds to get the highest grade in the class*

protector of the gays™️

person: *says something mean to a student because they’re lgbtq+*

Dark: *teleports in front of said student* omae wa mou shindeiru

Wilford

19 year old senior

Yes he still has the mustache

doesn’t give a fuck about what anyone thinks of him

deadass wore a dress to school after one of his friends got made fun of because she wore a suit to a school dance

b u f f a s h e l l

could bench press a teacher if he really tried

on the cheer team

“no i’m not wearing pants, this miniskirt makes my ass look great!”

everyone’s bodyguard

usually attracts a crowd of nervous underclassmen

has mild dyslexia

tol

gives his friends piggyback rides

president of the drama club

works hard enough in school to pass his classes but that’s pretty much it

sleeps in class

Bim

15 year old freshman

vice president of the drama club

wilfords shadow

first freshman to help run the drama club and shoves it in everyone’s face

shouts his gayness from the rooftops

secretly super insecure

loves plants and helps out in the schools greenhouse

named all of the plants but if you tell anyone he’ll stab you

gets mostly B’s and C’s

has mild ocd but not enough to affect him severely

talks like a game show host cause he thinks it makes him sound attractive

it doesn’t

Google(s)

16 year old juniors

identical quadruplets

they have to wear different colors every day or else no one knows which one is which

they’re called the googles because their backpacks match the colors of the chrome logo and they’re super smart

straight A 4.0 GPA students but Oliver has to try a little harder than his brothers

all of them are in the robotics team except for ollie

Blue works on programming and red and green are on the build team

Ollie is the sweetest day of sunshine to ever exist and everyone loves him

he’s basically adopted Eric as his lil bro

tutors people in the library every tuesday and thursday

the other googles disapprove of his relationship with bing but he makes ollie happy so they don’t do anything about it

they all work in a supermarket and they’re saving up for college

ollie wants to be a vet, red and green want to be engineers, and blue wants to be a web developer

Bing

17 year old junior

mostly A’s, a few B’s.

his full name is zachary bing but people call him bing because he’s always trying to one up the googles

dudebro

was pining after ollie for months before chase finally felt sorry for him and told ollie how he felt

they’re dating now and it’s adorable

so soft for his boyf

a really good skater and wins a lot of local competitions

doesn’t study but still gets p good grades

wears sunglasses all the time because he has light sensitivity

Has ADHD

s t r o n k

always challenges people to arm wrestle him

can sing really well and plays gitaur

shares a youtube channel with chase where they skate and to challenges and stuff

Dr. ipiler

18 year old senior

Everyone calls him doc because he helps the school nurse and takes every single biology and health class there is

all A’s

really wants to be a surgeon

best friends with Schneep

huge star trek/harry potter nerd (ravenclaw if you’re wondering)

almost always at schneep’s house studying or just chillin’

kind of a control freak

thinks he’s charismatic but he’s actually kinda annoying

but annoying in a funny way

has a pet ferret that he sneaks into school

feral

espresso and sugar flows through his veins

“i actually got a good sleep last night.” “oh really?” “yeah bro i got a whole half hour!”

super dark bags under his eyes

Host

17 year old junior

all A’s except for in gym class

he has eyes in this

his real name is Simon Charles Teller (there are specific meanings to those names btw look them up) but he’s called The Host because he does morning announcements every day.

has gold eyes and a lot of people find it unnerving

“hey i have a podcast you should totally listen to it”

nocturnal

spends all of his free time in the library

always reading in class but the teachers don’t really care bc his grades are good and he does his homework

wants to be an english/poetry teacher

crushing on the cute shy kid from his english class

doesn’t talk much but he’ll still be nice to you

that one kid who’s always correcting the teachers

Runs the D&D club (he’s the dungeon master)

Eric Derekson

16 year old junior

Mostly high B’s, a couple of A’s.

lives with his uncle mark after he ran away from his abusive dad and is living a happy life

the guy that always volunteers to take care of the class pets over the weekend

animals love him

has anxiety, mild paranoia and autism.

animals, harry potter, and pokémon are his hyperfixations.

he also really likes gardening

crushing big time on hostioli

spends his entire english class staring at him and blushing

is seriously considering joining D&D club just to be able to talk to him

he’s in the art club

wants to be a vet and maybe do some freelance art stuff on the side

Ollie keeps yelling at him to just ask host out already but he’s too nervous

my poor bb boi

Wears sweaters all the time

wears headphones to block out noise if it ever gets too loud at he goes into sensory overload

disaster bi

Yan

18 year old senior

gets C’s

non-binary

has a makeup tutorial channel on youtube and has a pretty decent following

That one weeb

dyes their hair a new color every week

also has a new crush every week

everyone knows who their newest victim is because they never stop watching them

draws anime or cute animals for every art class

wants to be a a fashion designer

does MMA

everyone kinda stears clear of them

writes their first initial along with their crush’s on every notebook they own

has gotten suspended for beating kids up on multiple occasions

doesn’t really have that many friends but they don’t mind

spends their lunches watching their crush

in the drama club and the art club

Randall Voorhees

18 year old senior

C’s and D’s

Eric’s cousin/bodyguard

they have a lot of the same classes and walk everywhere together

loves animals and has like 10 pet rats

he doesn’t really care about his grades because he knows that he wants to be a woodworker/construction guy

makes little houses out of scrap wood for his rats and Eric thinks it’s adorable

always sneaks his rats to school and lets them have play dates with dr. iplier’s ferret

“nO IM NOT RELATED TO JASON VOORHEES HES NOT EVEN REAL SO SHUT THE HELL UP-“

used to live in nyc in queens and still has a pretty strong accent

completely incomprehensible when he’s excited or angry bc of the accent

everyone is jealous of his hair

spends like 100 dollars on shampoo and conditioner and stuff but it’s worth it

acts like the straightest guy in existence but could not be more gay

his boots are always muddy

Yancy

16 year old sophomore

his name is Yancy Bird

g...get it? like jailbird? ahaha...ok i’ll stop

permanent resident of the detention room

but he gets to just chill out and read for an hour so he doesn’t really mind

mostly gets detention for beating up kids that bully others

fuck the system

always wears a leather jacket and blue jeans

“hey, the 50’s called and they want their-“ SMACK. “shut up.”

takes a lot of criminal justice and psychology classes ironically

in the botany club but if you tell anyone they’ll never find your body

everyone is surprised when they find out he’s friends with Eric and ollie

pan but in denial

“i’m not gay guys, that ain’t me, i’m just comfortable with my sexuality. so i can admit when i see a guy with a handsome face and pretty eyes-“

that song is great btw you should listen to it

anyway

always makes really dark jokes and everyone is like “are you ok?”

except for his friends they just laugh

“lmao wouldn’t it be funny if everyone like...died”

#markiplier #markiplier egos #darkiplier #eric derekson #the host #wilford warfstache #yancy iplier #randall voorhees #bim trimmer #high school

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yourdeepestfathoms · 5 years

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Morgause Headcanons

Y’all I’m sorry I had to. I have a ton but here are a “few”

Morgause doesn’t get nearly enough attention as she deserves. The show also did her dirty and barely gave her the spotlight she should have. So here’s a bunch of headcanons that I came up with because it’s My City Now

I’m just super soft for this girl okay don’t @ me

Also if any of y’all ship Morcest then you can kindly fuck off. None of these headcanons that involve Morgana are shippy or supposed to be taken in that way. They’re healthy sibling headcanons and not fucking incest. Just fuck off in general if you ship siblings together.

* Really really really really REALLY loves spiders

* Tarantulas are her favorite and she has a bunch

* Morgause, with her tarantulas on her arms: I am the spider queen

* Names all her tarantulas after goddesses

* Calls them her “pretty girls”

* Then there was this one incident,,,,

* Morgause: *outside with one of her spiders*

Some hawk: *comes out of nowhere and snatches it up*

Morgause:

* Also snakes

* Would walk around with a python coiled around her neck

* Doesn’t like admitting she is/was wrong about something

* Doesn’t do well in emotional situations (i.e. freezes up, avoids eye contact, has a meltdown, loses control of her magic)

* Don’t ask for her comfort because she’s terrible at it

* The best she could do is:

* Gets uncomfortable when people invade her personal space

* Doesn’t enjoy being touched out of nowhere

* That being said, sudden hugs, too (Morgana learned that the hard way)

* Always has a weapon on her. Whether it be a flail or sword or a dagger hidden in her boots, she’s always armed

* Even though she has magic, she just feels a little safer with a weapon

* But if she doesn’t or magic isn’t a option, she will freaking bite

* Bite, scratch, spit, kick, punch- she will absolutely lose it if she feels cornered

* This one time she got her mouth covered by some bandit and her fight or flight instincts kicked in. Before she thought to use her magic, she clamps her teeth down on the man’s hand and bites off three of his fingers

* This other time another bandit had her pinned against the wall, touching her in a very provocative way. She was panicking, adrenaline making her act NOW and it wasn’t magic she went with. Instead, she bites down on the man’s ear and jerks her head, tearing it off completely. She literally bites off an ear

* Trust issues

* Prone to sensory overloads and she isn’t quite sure why. They make her sister worried, though

* Also panic attacks. She hates them and describes them as being one of the worst feelings in the world.

* She goes through almost all of them alone. This coping mechanism isn’t very healthy and it has taken a toll on her.

* Doesn’t know how to ask for help

* Sensitive to bright lights and loud noises

* Honestly sometimes forgets she has magic

* Will climbs things to get something she can’t reach

* Morgana: Sister, what are you doing?

Morgause, on top of a shelf and an oddly placed stool: Getting the poison

* Loves to draw and is actually a really good artist

* If she ever met Aithusa, she would try and get the baby dragon to sit still long enough to draw her

* Morgause, chasing Aithusa around the tower: So this clearly isn’t working

* Has drawn her sister MANY times because she just loves her so much

* Yes, Morgause actually cares deeply about Morgana

* She just has a hard time expressing it and usually it comes out the wrong way. Or every word is about revenge and her plots, while, deep down, she just wants to tell Morgana how much she means to her. But she can’t. It’s like she’s cursed and she hates it

* No this isn’t Morcest- some of you guys are just fucking disgusting

* Gets the Mom Friend™ treatment by Morgana

* Morgana: Sister, did you eat today?

Morgause: Yes, I did, MOTHER.

Morgana: >:O

* But then the next day....

* Morgause: Sister, this is our new ally, C-

Morgana: That’s MOTHER to you.

* Morgause may seem like this refined and sophisticated young woman, but she’s actually kinda ungraceful

* It’s the pressure of situations that make her seem like she knows what she’s doing

* Like she attempts to storm out angrily after an argument with a bunch of nobles or maybe some allies and she rams straight into the wall and knocks herself unconscious

* Her sister is always quick to cover it up

* Morgana: I laid down next to you so people would think we were chilling

* Allergic to hazelnuts and coconut

* When she had an allergic reaction, she started scratching at her throat, like she was trying to open up an airway. She actually made herself bleed from exertion and Morgana had to hold her wrists so she wouldn’t complete tear into her esophagus

* Is....really violent with herself when she’s upset....

* Claws, bites, scratches, pulls her hair out

* She’s not okay. She just acts like she is

* Morgause, after not sleeping for a week straight:

* Very tolerant of pain. She doesn’t know how to act around people being really worried about her, so she pretends she’s okay. So, overtime, she’s learned to endure many things

* Though, this usually ends up with her completely forgetting about an open wound and it gets worse

* Morgause, undressing and finding an infected gash in her side: ???????!!!??!??????!??!?!?!!??

* In a physical fight? Amazing. Perfect form. Very agile. In a magical fight? Powerful. Ready to act. Clever. In a verbal fight? Uhhhh

* Throw out a “Your golden eyes look creepy!!” and she’s dead. you did it. u obliterated her

* Claustrophobic and secretly afraid of the dark but don’t tell anyone

* Morgana, trapped in a tight, magic-canceling cell by Merlin: Alright. It’s okay. If we can just assess the situation and look for any weak spots in the wall, then we can-

Morgause, ramming the door so hard she splinters the wood and dislocates her shoulder: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

* Morgause is definitely that kid who was like “THE SUN IS TOO BRIGHT. IT HURTS MY EYES. IM GONNA FIGHT IT”

* She tried to freeze a lake so she and Morgana could walk over it and she slipped mere seconds after stepping onto the ice. Morgana laughs so hard she falls over on the shoreline, watching as her usually stoic sister is scrambling on the ice

* Morgana, at breakfast: Good morning, sister!

Morgause, running on seven hours of sleep for the past eight days: *grabs a banana, peels it, eats the peel*

Morgause: afternoon

* Hopelessly shy when it comes to nudity

* Morgana: Let’s go to the hot springs

Morgause’s monkey brain: ur sister wants to fuck u when u naked

Morgause: Actually I have to go water my horse

* There are burns and scars all across her back, on her upper arms, and around her thighs. They could be from failed magical spells that strain her body or from fights she got into. Maybe they’re from something else, though...

* She doesn’t like them and shows general signs of distaste when people see them

* Okay but if Morgana is able to persuade her to go to some hot springs it would be like this

* Morgana: What are you doing?

Morgause, standing in the water in a full set of armor: Bathing, sister, what do you think

* Prunes herself and likes being clean but can do it herself

* Morgana is the only person in the world who she would let comb her hair

* Super tender-headed

* Morgause: OW!

Morgana: I haven’t even touched you yet

* Sometimes forgets to eat enough

* When Morgause was holding Morgana’s unconscious, poisoned body, she was actually crying. Those tears weren’t fake or some kind of hoax. She couldn’t fathom the thought of losing Morgana like this. She just got her sister back and she couldn’t bear having her die in her arms

* And when Uther woke up and Arthur ran in with all the guards, she got super defensive and protective. She wasn’t going to let anyone touch her sister.

* She cried into Morgana’s chest after giving her the cure because she had expected her to wake up right away. She just sat there, ear pressed to her sister’s chest, listening to her heartbeat and praying that it didn’t stop.

#I HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS OKAY #SHE DESERVED MORE #I love imagining her being younger than Morgana #it’s canon now okay #dont tag as ship #if any of you nasty fucks do im gonna kill #bbc merlin #merlin tv show #merlin tv #merlin #bbc morgause #bbc morgana #morgana #morgana pendragon #morgause #headcanons

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undiagnosedautismfeels · 5 years

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Not A Feel / Questions

- I've heard it's common to repeat things or like repeated sounds when you're autistic? Is it also common to dislike to much repeated sound or word? Or some repeated sounds are good and others feel like nails on a chalkboard?? Sometimes if a noise or word or phrase is repeated over and over again it stresses me out so much! It's the worst when I'm playing video games and someone is playing the same voice line over and over again.

Yeah, some people have auditory stims and some people find it triggers their sensory issues and can cause shutdowns/meltdowns/sensory overload. It’s different for everyone.

- How do we educate employers about autism so they could accommodate to their needs and get a better understanding of the situation?

If they are aware of your disability then they’re legally obligated to provide adequate accommodations. It shouldn’t be up to you to educate your employers. That being said, here are some resources I found:

[Link 1]

[Link 2]

[Link 3]

- i fit nearly all common traits of autism, and it's a label that i feel helps describe a lot of what i do and how i interact with the world, but as far as i know, i don't have meltdowns (or shutdowns). is this possible, or do all autistic people have some form of meltdown, full stop? could i just not be recognizing it in myself, or does this mean im not autistic after all?

Meltdowns can present similarly to anxiety/panic attacks, and shutdowns can present similarly to dissociation, which can make identifying them a bit difficult.

[Here] is a link going into a bit more detail.

- Isiaat to HATE being late to appointments. I legit FREAK out when Im late to stuff (it doesn't help that my mom is late to EVERYTHING) 👽🎅

That could be related to autism. It may be due to need for routine, and is very likely linked to anxiety as well.

- Is it an autistic thing to not understand what people are saying? Like I can't watch movies w/ out captions. and sometimes people say things and I just dont understand. Because I hear what they're saying but it's like I cant process what they're saying

That’s a sensory processing issue, so yes it’s an autism thing.

#not a feel #mod dylan #sensory issues #meltdown #shutdown #routine #alien santa asks #sensory processing

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warmau · 7 years

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hot mess/troublemaker nct would honestly kill me! but whatever group you do i'm sure it'll be amazing!! i always check up on your blog cos i love your writing so much it's my absolute favourite!! have a lovely day! 💌

soooo,,,,i got into a mood where i really wanted to do troublemaker!you and good boy!taeyong,,,,so here you all go,,,,,,,,,,,

taeyong,,,,is the most polite student on campus,,,who is always kind of quiet but is that student that holds the door open for 30423 other people and who (when pestered by johnny enough) will give up his notes in exchange for nothing at all,,,,,

likes to show up to class exactly 5 minutes early and keeps his pens color coded and organized,,,,,

but also has the face and body of a model so no one understands how he’s such a ???? soft boy ???? how is he not always staring at his reflection because what??? the higher powers really spent their time with him????

but yeah,,,,taeyong has never even shown an inkling of understanding to how hot the student body of this college finds him and he’s more inclined to get super duper red and shy if you as much as compliment him on his shirt

you on the other hand,,,,,,,,,,,let’s just say you’re nowhere as tidy and as diligent as taeyong neither are you as meek LOL

most of the time you’re kicking up your legs on the desk in class, texting on your phone,,,,,,even chewing gum loud enough that the teacher can even hear it

and you’re never one to let gossip about you go,,,,so you’ve been in a couple of arguments with a couple of people on campus and let’s just say,,,,,,,,you’re not trying hard to sell the ‘good college student image’ to anyone

and taeyong’s freshly pressed shirts, clean sneakers, and pleated trousers are a stark contrast against your,,,,,,,,,,messier choices

and taeyong,,,,of course knows who you are,,,,,but out of everyone in all your class he’s never even bothered to entertain any of the rumors about you. he’s also,,,,never bothered you with (what you deem) to be useless, almost offensive questions

and you don’t know what it is about him,,,,,,,but you secretly agree,,,,,,,he is ,,,,,a handsome boy,,,,

and you friends will bring him up and call him the goody two-shoes,,,teachers pet,,,,,,,blah blah blah,,,,,but you,,,,,you always go along with it but inside,,,,you’re kinda like why the HELL do i want to hold that losers hand,,,,,,,,

but it bothers you,,,,because,,,,,,taeyong doesn’t really pay attention to anything but his books so one day you walk over to his table,,,,give one glance to boy sitting beside him and that boy scurries off

and as you sit yourself down beside him taeyong doesn’t even look up and you’re like UGH,,,,,,,,,,so you’re like hey, you

and taeyong is looking around and then looks at you,,,,,lowering his eyes and stuttering out ‘m-me?’ and you’re like YEAH WHO ELSE,,,,,,,,wait ok sorry for that,,,,,,but yeah you can i see your book? i never bought the book for this class

and taeyong’s wide eyes get even,,,,,wider because he’s like,,,,,,we’re almost halfway through the sem- and you’re like yeah yeah boy i know let me see your book

and this is your first time,,,,,,,talking to taeyong and,,,,even though for the next three weeks you sit beside him he literally doesn’t try to initiate conversation and you’re convinced he hates you,,,,maybe he heard about that rumor about you,,,,or maybe he just finds you annoying

and it simultaneously pisses you off but also makes you embarrassed and it’s driving you nuts,,,,,,,,

but on the day where you got into a big mix up with this one person in the campus cafeteria and had basically come out of it unscathed,,,,just a slight cut across your hand and some minor scartches,,,,,as you’re coming into class

plopping down beside taeyong you’re shocked when you hear his voice again after so long and it asks,,,,,,,if you’re ok

and you look at him and taeyong like immediately apologizes because he thinks you’re pissed lmao but you’re like,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,im fine,,,,,,,,,

and he’s like oh! good! sorry,,,,,,,

and that’s the last straw who the heck does he think he is being this freaking fine,,,,,and then????? actually so sweet?? and you get up and you’re like TAEYONG

and he almost drops out of his damn seat and he’s like y-y—yEs,,,,and you’re like “outside, i need to talk to you” and the class is like RIP BUDDY

but as taeyong follows you into a corner in the hallway he’s surprised when he sees that you’re not,,,,,,,going to end his life,,,,,but instead you’re completely red in the face

and he’s like oh no i don’t think you’re ok - and you’re like IM NOT and he’s like IM SORRY and you’re like NO ITS BECAUSE OF YOU OH MY GOD JUST HOLD MY HAND OK?

and taeyong is like OK YES GIVE ME YOUR HAND and without realizing you do and you’re standing there,,,,,,,,,,,,

and taeyong is literally Shaking,,,,,he’s holding your hand,,,,,,of all people

and you’re like also shaking inside not on the outside because he?????Agreed to hold your hand????? out of fear???????/ what???//

but taeyong suddenly squeezes your hand and faintly you hear him go,,,,,,,it’s smaller than mine,,,,,,,,and you’re like GFHODGEFS

and taeyong is like SHOULD I LET GO,,,,and you’re like suddenly he has such a loud voice holy shit is he as nervous as me

and you’re like NO I LIKE IT OK DONT YOU DARE LET GO

and taeyong is like OK I WONT IM SORRy

and you guys stand there,,,,,,,,for what seems like twenty damn minutes and finally you let go and taeyong is like,,,,,,,,,,,i-is there anything else you want from me??? and you’re like i kinda wanna kiss you too but,,,,i think we need to build up to that stage,,,,,

and taeyong swallows and you’re like,,,,,BUT if you don’t want to just tell me i won’t be mad - i promise i wont do anything

but taeyong is fiddling with the cuffs of his shirt but he’s like n o,, n,,,,,o i ,,,,,,,,,,,want,,,,,,,to,,,,,,,you’re,,,,can i say this?

and you’re like??????// sure

and he’s like “you’re,,,,,,,,,cute,,,,,i think so,,,,,,,im sorry was that out of line,,,,,,,” and you’re like blushing because no one has ever called you cute ???? before??????/ no on has ever had the guts but here taeyong is,,,,,, not the meek boy you thought he was

but you grin and you’re like No,,,,,,i like it call me cute more often and you pat his back and suddenly you’re not as embarrassed because hehe taeyong,,,,,,the good boy likes you,,,,,,,,

but taeyong is like ?!?$#@LT:59ujgfds ?@??#$? in his heart because is it true - is this a dream - do you really like him - did he just hold your hand - he’s going into sensory overload - oh my god you guys skipped the first half hour of claSS,,,,,,,,but oh my god his significant other is the most feared person in school oh my god,,,,,,,,,,but also you’re the cutest person in school ,,,,to him,,,,,,,should he say that outloud again???????

#nct scenarios #nct scenario #taeyong scenario #taeyong scenarios #nct 127 scenario #nct 127 scenarios #nct u scenario #nct u scenarios #nct #nct127 #nct u #taeyong #lee taeyong #nct 127 #nct taeyong #sfw #troublemaker!au

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nicomrade · 7 years

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i was tagged by @the-space-enby! thank you 4 taggin me bub!

In general:

Real name: lmao im not 100% confy  w/ my birth name anymore so ye. yall should really really call me moki tho

Nicknames: except for the shit based on my birth name/moki i am sometimes known as, birb

 Sexuality: pan/aro ayyyyyy

 Preferred pronouns: they/them baby. he/him is acceptable if you dont have cool neutral pronouns like english does tho no prob friendo i dont mind

 Are you a morning person?: i have to be up in the morning or else im gonna have a shit day but morning is for doin nothin on the interwebs and eating your noon at 11am. im actually super productive at 12pm/1pm so ill say not at all a morning person? like early afternoon? also night is super great if im hyperfocusing on something or else its just the time when im being Sad

 When swimming, do you prefer to do it in the ocean, or in a lake?: pool all the way baby. i swam in a lake once (1) and i remember it being cold so if its Hot why not but ayyy those good ol man-made pools full of piss are the way to go

On tumblr:

Anyone you would like to meet in real life?: mmm @vava-chan-take-over-the-world ??? we gotta meet up next time you come to europe bub

 Anyone you have met in real life?: like the irl friends i bullied into getting a tumblr ye but that doesnt count

When did you first join? How old is your current account?: im too lazy to check but my meme memory should be enough here. i joined few months before that “i crave that mineral” meme so fall 2014 i believe

 Any peeves?: people using the wrong aro flag :( i dont wanna call them out or make an actual post about it cause if youre aro and use the yellow or the orange one then go you!!!! do your thing!!!! and like some artists put time & effort into art themed after the wrong one and i dont wanna be that guy so i shut up but please!!!!!!!! please try using the green/green/white/grey/black one?

Unpopular opinion: not only bigots but bigots-sympathizers should get punched in their ugly, bigoted faces. if youre helping the spread of hateful ideologies because its “freedom of speech” or “looking at all the point of views!!” then im going to personally break your knees regardless of what you actually believe in.

Feelings:

Do you easily get jealous?: not really jealous?? but like, left out & unloved. its mostly when friends seem to be closer to each other than to me but like whenever im third wheeling my current girl crush i die a little more inside

 Do you easily get angry?: i think im p chill? like im the one messing with others and making them angry without meaning to usually. but when im in A Mood and i Need to be Alone im gonna snap and want to kill whoever’s in my space while im lowkey freaking out

 Are you easy to cheer up?: depends??????? on what i need???? some times any of my friend can cause i need to think of something else but othertime its, you say the wrong thing im gonna block you, steal your cat and when you eventually find out ill be like “do u hear that too kitty? it sounds like this place’s haunted or something i keep hearing a voice but i cant see where its coming from”

 Are you good at hiding your emotions?: i wrote a book called “how to make your friends think youre mentally doing great when youre actually in the middle of a 3 months long mental breakdown” so i’d say, via text hell yes, in person i think my mood shifts are pretty obvious

What’s the very best way to cheer you up?: invite me to your house, come to mine even tho i said no, take advantage of my surprise and knock me the fuck out, put me in my bed and go home. ill wake up thinking it was one of my fucked up dreams and feeling better cause Night Time is Hell Time but Noon Time is I’ll See How This Day’s Going Time (ISHTDG Time)

Relationships:

Are you currently in a relationship?: nah

Do you currently have a crush on someone?: i think i still have that crush on that dude from my class though the year’s finished and my girl crush i mentionned earlier. im aro tho so the meaning of crush varies

 If yes, might that someone be reading this?: lmao neither have a tumblr i hope not

Do you kiss on the first date?: my aro ass says whats a date but my touch starved ass says i’ll kiss on the minus 2nd date???

Do you prefer going out, or staying home, when it comes to dates?: whats a date lol

Things:

Favorite drink: its the unhealthiest of all its coke ayyyyyy

Favorite food: lasagnas?? strawberry pie???? fucking pineapple pizza???

Most calming place?: i dont give a fuck about the place whats important is: are there any people around? nobodys there?: chill af, anyones there?:.im already sensory overloading m8

Most stressful place?: anything that reminds me of a Bad Time

 Most prized possession?: im a man of many loves dont make me choose. im a bad commie being attached to material stuff but thats the way i am & marx can kinkshame me anytime

i tag like @fullmoondagger if he wants to & @creepycreampuff if they dont mind also

#tagged #tried not to go edgy in some of those answers cause thats not for my main tumblr anymore lmao

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