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creativity (michael corleone x reader)

summary: If somebody had ever told you that you’d be sharing rent with Michael Corleone, you’d probably laughed in their face.

warnings: mutual pining, angst, fluff, swearing, light smut

words: 3.0k

notes: the college au nobody asked for lol (i dont kno shit abt college in the us so sorry for any inaccuracies!) i did this instead of studying for my test btw and it's all over the place bc i cant gather my thoughts correctly around this man. good luck lmao

You undressed and stepped under the cold water, letting out a deep breath as it made contact with your skin. You closed your eyes for a brief second, taking in the pleasant sensation of your muscles relaxing. Turning off the shower, you reached over to grab your shampoo from the shelf, finding nothing there except Michael’s. You sighed annoyed, only now remembering your stuff was still packed, including all your cosmetics. This past week was just so busy, you hadn’t even found the time yet to put things in place at your new home.

If somebody had told you four years ago that you’d be sharing rent with Michael Corleone of all people, you’d probably laughed in their face; but it was true. You’ve been friends ever since high school and when he found out you were getting into the same college, Michael offered for you to go live with him, rather than go to a student residence with strangers. You barely knew New York and you really weren’t looking forward to moving from the house you lived your whole life, let alone with a bunch of unknown people, so you naturally accepted his kindness.

His initial idea was for you to stay there rent free, of course, but you wouldn’t have it; he could have all the money in the world, still you’d like to pay for your own expenses. Contrary to popular belief, you weren’t taking advantage of him in any way. You simply knew Michael for quite some time and he was arguably your best friend, you loved him, so you honestly didn’t see an issue with it. Plus, it wouldn’t have made sense to turn down his offer when you were very aware of how much you’d struggle to live alone in a new city or even fit in with a student residence. So, only wins.

Well... Mostly.

He was still a man and you were still a woman, so the rumours weren’t really that surprising to you, personally; the world was old and sexist, after all. The gossip concerning the two of you already existed even when you simply hung out with each other, the ever-lasting “will they, won’t they?” type of thing. You did your best to brush it all off nonetheless, for the sake of your friendship. Michael was attractive, yes, and maybe you had a tiny crush on him ever since your junior year, yes, still you knew better than to entertain such stupid speculations. He had Kay Adams anyway, his on and off fling for as long as you’d known him, so hearsay about you both would always be but this, hearsay.

You wrapped yourself up in a towel and tiptoed out the bathroom to keep the floor from getting wet, heading towards the open suitcase next to your bed. You leaned forward to get your shampoo when a cold, heavy hand fell on your shoulder. You turned sharply in shock and the towel pathetically slipped from your body, exposing your breast for a millisecond. Your cheeks were boiling hot.

You hugged your body protectively, shaking your head. “Jesus”, you muttered in agony, staring at your roommate as if he were a ghost.

“Sorry, I was just kidding”, he replied sheepishly, a soft smile on his lips, brown hair covering his forehead slightly.

“It’s fine, Michael”, you gestured dismissively, picking up the shampoo you didn’t even realize had flown out of your hands. “I thought you’d be back at night.”

“We finished early.” He shrugged, throwing himself on the bed unceremoniously. You couldn’t help but blush a little, although it was technically his bed. He didn’t really have to be ceremonious about it, you mused to yourself, but you still felt somewhat uneasy. Before moving in, your interactions revolved around studies and maybe some books you liked in common. Now, domestic things like this happened and it just made your brain stop working for a moment. Michael lets out a sigh, causing you to snap out of it, “so, how are you liking my place?”, he offers you a tiny smile, and that makes you think he was probably aware of your bashfulness.

It almost looked as though he rejoiced in it.

“Hm, it’s really nice, what can I say?” You shifted your weight from one foot to another, a little embarrassed that you were still only in your towel. “If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to finish my shower. I just came to get this.” You held up the object for him to see.

“Okay.” Michael conceded, without looking at you.

You went back to the bathroom and locked the door, leaning against it for a second. In what universe would you find yourself in such a ridiculous situation? Dropping the towel in front of... Please. His deep gaze inspecting your every move wasn’t exactly helping either, you had to admit, but it was something you quickly realized you had to be getting used to. Although, he didn’t even seem very interested in you and your towel antics by the end of the conversation.

God, that man was a riddle.

To say Michael Corleone was a bit unusual over all was an understatement, but those last few days you’d be living with him, he was acting especially cryptic. His behaviour fluctuated between warm and distant, as if he’d instantly regret opening up to you in the slightest, and it got you really curious about what was going on in his mind. You were a lot alike personality wise, that’s why you’d been friends for so long, yet you couldn’t quite grasp his constant changes of mood as of lately.

Was it maybe something with Kay, or his family? You didn’t ask because you didn’t want to be noisy, if he wanted your opinion or for you to be a part of it, he’d tell you, but you worried nonetheless. Sometimes, despite knowing Michael since he was just a boy, he was like a foreigner to you. Maybe moving in with him was no different than living with random strangers at all, at the end. What an irony.

You shook your head, leaving those thoughts. Turning on the shower again, you finally washed your hair. Staring at your reflection, you grimaced a little, noticing the tired look in your eyes; and you hadn’t even started college yet. You put on your underwear you swiftly took when Michael had startled you. Wrapped up in the towel, you opened the door again, finding your roommate in the exact spot you left him ten minutes ago. You felt your cheeks burn slightly again while you simply pretended he wasn’t there and walked over to your bag sitting next to him, pulling out a pair of pyjamas.

“Do you want me to leave?”, came the low question, unheard of and unexpected, in a tone of voice so indecipherable you thought his inquiring was maybe in another language.

You repressed a sigh, feeling slightly annoyed at his enigmatic demeanour. It had been a long day and you were just tired. “Hm?”, you simply asked back, looking at him sideways as you sat with your back towards him.

“For you to get...”

He was interrupted by you standing up and pulling your pants up your body, with a new found confidence that took even you by surprise. You heard a clearing of the throat and suppressed a smile, staring back at him with defying eyes. If he wanted to play games, you’d happily indulge a little.

“Are you afraid of me?”, you joked, picking up your t-shirt and putting it on before he could say anything.

Michael only shrugged, watching your movements with some attention. “No.” He kept looking at you without blinking and you took it as a challenge. So, he thought he would intimidate you now? Well, he was very wrong! “Are you?”

“Do I look scared?”, you smirked, arching an eyebrow. The silence you received in response made you let out a low laugh. “That’s what I thought.”

“What?”

“Nothing.” You lied, still a bit amused by the whole situation. You could feel his gaze burning down your back, causing you to bite your lip nervously. You had no idea what you were doing at this point, but you wouldn’t stop now. You weren’t a coward. Walking back to the bed, you closed your bag slowly, placing it on the floor. You mimicked his position and lay beside him, lacing your fingers over your stomach. You exchanged a long gaze and Michael smiled slightly, shaking his head. You frowned in confusion, although there was still a faint smirk on your face. “What is it?”

“Nothing.” He also lied, so badly the smile only grew on his features. Michael looked away from his hands, at which he was staring from the beginning.

You couldn’t help but snort. “Who’s afraid now?”, you mumbled softly, making him glare back at you instantly.

“What did you say?”

“You heard.”

“No, I didn’t.”

This was dangerous. You knew it, he knew it; yet somehow, neither of you seemed to care. You were stepping over several boundaries now, and your heart hammered in your chest, but you felt more alive than ever. More electric than ever. Michael wasn’t easy to read, not like you, so you could only hope he felt the same way. He hadn’t mentioned Kay in months, had he? The thoughts were almost bursting out of your mind.

You closed your eyes, trying to pull yourself together. “I said...”, you supported your face on your left hand, elbowing the bed to lie on your side. You leaned into him and recited, now smiling openly, “who’s afraid now?”

“You are.” He replies sharply, defiantly, assertively, making you raise your eyebrows again in surprise. Michael then continues, finally turning to give you his full attention, “you only want to play games. That doesn’t sound courageous to me.”

“You have got to be kidding me, Michael”, you laugh in disbelief, feeling a bit indignant at his words. “You’re literally the one acting all uptight and closed off ever since we moved in, then all of a sudden you come into my bed, all smiling and sweet, clearly making me embarrassed on purpose. And I’m the one playing games?!”

“Is that what you think?” You opened your mouth to retort, but he didn’t let you. Michael pointed his index finger in your direction, declaring triumphantly as if he’d been waiting his whole life for that moment, “you only described yourself.”

“What?”, you scoff, looking at him like he’d grown a second head.

“It’s true”, he deadpans, getting up to sit next to you on the edge of the bed. “You started avoiding me, as if I’m going to jump your bones because we’re living together”, his statement is quite blunt, but you can hear some amusement in his tone.

“Michael!”, you raised your voice, growing impatient. “You know that’s not true, living together doesn’t change anything between us. It doesn’t make any difference.”

“It does.”

“Why?!” You challenge him again, the lump in your throat struggling to get out. Another silence fell over you and shame seemed to come back like an avalanche in your chest. Your eyes watered before you could notice and you turned away from him, feeling stupid for crying at such a meaningless argument. A hand touched your arm lightly and you dodged it, angrily wiping the tears from your cheek. “Why, Michael?!”, you choked at last, swallowing the bitter taste in your mouth.

You stared at Michael as if he were some kind of light at the end of the tunnel, the pot full of water in the middle of the desert. The response you got was only more silence, and that made you suddenly regret the whole rent-sharing antics with him even more. You got up at once and started to pack your things furiously, only to be stopped by two long hands holding your wrists gently.

You felt a body hug you from behind next and the tears came back to attack you like a waterfall, making you turn around to return the embrace properly. You hid your face against his chest and tried to stop the sobs, but they were somewhat inevitable now. You suppressed that crying for perhaps four years, ever since you’d met him. You were, right then and there, a fool; a helpless child collapsing in the arms of a poor bastard who was not to blame for anything, plausibly. His arms were, however, the closest you’d ever felt at home. And that it was Michael, the person you loved the most outside your own family, was no surprise to you at all.

“Why are you crying, (y/n)?”, Michael inquires softly, naturally, with his chin pressed to your head.

“I don’t know”, you lied for the umpteenth time. Michael stroked your hair before pulling away, just enough for you to exchange another long look. He then wiped off your tears with his thumb and your insides were erupting with every touch. You licked your lips and took a deep breath, forcing a smile. “Thanks for the hug. I think I needed it.”

He looks at you disapprovingly. “(y/n)...”

“What?”, you clasped your hands on his chest, tugging slightly at his brown jacket. His hands on your waist pulled you closer and your heart skipped a beat. You let out a nervous laugh, lifting your face to look him in the eye. “You shouldn’t have rejected me years ago, you know?”, you let out in a shy whisper, overwhelmed by a sudden sense of honesty.

“I know.” He replied quickly, you had barely finished your sentence.

“I mean...”, you pondered, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I think you made the right decision, actually. I was basically a tadpole four years ago.”

“A tadpole?”, he laughed, looking slightly confused.

You nodded, absorbed, the tightness in your chest slowly loosening. “Yep. Now I’m a tadpole in my teens, you could say.”

“You’re deflecting”, he points out, making you tense up again.

Only then did you realize you were still holding each other. “Have you ever liked me?”, you abruptly ask, visibly taking him aback.

“If I ever liked you or if I ever wanted to be with you?”, he questions back and you shrug, but Michael shakes his head. “It’s not the same thing.”

“Then answer both.” You offered, your ragged breathing already perfectly audible for him now. “Be honest.”

“Hm...” He looked to the side, thinking about his answer. You felt your heart in your throat when it finally came, catching you off guard, “yes, to both.”

“What?”, you tried to free yourself from his arms, but he didn’t let you.

“It’s true”, he begins, appearing to choose his words carefully. “But I’ve always put my career before everything, so I let it go and lived my life. There was also Kay and we had something going on for some time, it didn’t seem fair to put you through all of that. Ultimately, being your friend was ever enough for me.”

“You did the right thing.” You nodded, smiling sheepishly. “I felt ashamed of being rejected, of course, but now I can see it was for the best. We were too young. Too stupid. Probably would’ve gotten expelled for getting freaky in the hallways at school someday.”

“My thoughts, precisely”, he joked and you both laughed. “And I actually didn’t even think about ’getting freaky’. Maybe just kissing...”

“What a lack of creativity”, you muttered mischievously, caught in between a feeling of nervousness and comfort still in his arms. “But if you only wanted to kiss me, you didn’t have to bring me to live with you. You should’ve just asked.”

“I combined business with pleasure”, he smirked and you chuckled, your cheeks burning in anticipation and shyness. Michael then cleared his throat, drawing your attention to look at him once more. “And since the opportunity has arisen, may I kiss you?”

“You may.”

He approached you without batting an eye, decisive and accurate as you knew him to be in all his decisions. He brought your lips to his and you fit together like a human puzzle. Michael guided your virgin movements as best he could, invading your mouth with a tongue visibly more experienced than you cared to admit, and it tasted like home and mint at the same time.

The fabric of his jacket rubbed against your pyjamas as he turned to pull you over to the bed, bringing your body down on top of his shamelessly. You sighed against his caresses and straddled him, inebriated, need taking over your every cell as your intimacies met briefly under your clothes.

“I have no idea how long it was for this kiss to have happened”, you murmured between wet pecks, smoothing his thin strands as a form of affection.

“Longer than it should”, his thick voice vibrated in your neck, making you shiver from head to toe. “But it happened in the end, that’s all that matters.”

“I agree”, you ran your finger down his face, drawing imaginary lines all over his pores. “I never thought I’d touch that cute little face one day.”

“You don’t give yourself enough credit”, he murmured, shaking his head slightly as his hair fell more onto his forehead. You nodded and he covered your hand in his, pulling it down to place a kiss on it. “I, however, always knew I’d get to have you. It was only a matter of time”, you blush at his directness.

“You really are a ladies’ man, Mr. Corleone”, you humoured and he rolled his eyes, pulling you in for another deep kiss. Your body shuddered at the feel of his hands stroking your back, hovering dangerously close to the hem of your pants. You touched his chin lightly and whispered, a little embarrassed, “what are you looking for down there, huh?”

“I’m only being creative”, he dropped a kiss to your cheek, and you couldn’t help but laugh heartily.

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A list of my least favourite Home Alone characters

The mum. How can you hear your child say "everyone in this family hates me" and essentially say "deal with it." Instead of reassuring your child that they are, infact, loved. And when her older child was antagonising her youngest, she blamed the youngest. Eventually when her youngest appologised, even though he was in the right and Buzz was in the wrong. - Also who names a real kid fucking Buzz? - she tells kevin its too late.

Uncle Frank. Need I say more? Cheapeskate whore who compares leaving an 8 yr old home alone whilst you go to another country to *checks notes* forgetting your reading glasses? (Srrsly how no one decked him at any point i have no idea.) Openly calls a child a jerk after Buzz intentionally eats the only thing there that kevin would eat. Should've been directed at Buzz.

Buzz. Need i say more pt 2. How anyone dated him with his general treatment of Kevin, i have no idea. For me the way you treat your siblings is rlly a make or break, qnd he treats kevin like absolute shit for no reason. See also "im not that lucky" bitch you are in Fucking. Paris. On someone elses dime. Rrly unlucky, boo fucking hoo/s (you can tell how much rage this movie fills me with.) AND he shows no concern when his EIGHT YEAR OLD BROTHER gets left home alone for multiple days. Like are you not concerned for how hes supposed to get food? (Ik kevin goes grocery shopping with his money but still) what if the house burned down? I say this as an older sibling myself - Buzz deserved any and all bad luck that came his way after this movie. Buzz can go fuck himself.

All of the McAllister siblings. Idk abt you hut if someone who was a child asked *Me* what to pack in a suitcase, i would show them instead of calling them incompetent like a pretentious bastard. This boy asks his siblings for help with something he has never done before (although 8 is a little late to start on packing your own bag.) And they all either tell him touch or give bullshit advice.

Needless to say,everyone on this list has a very punchable face.

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Through the Vents to Grandmother’s House

Part one of a silly little au I’ve had in the back of my head for years now. Webby and the triplets have swapped places in a sense and yes, I would absolutely love to ramble about this au, thanks for asking!

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When Webby first arrives at McDuck manor, she can’t quite believe her eyes.

The main foyer alone is enough to make her jaw drop, never mind the rest of the house, including her bedroom.

When Granny went missing, Webby wasn’t sure what she had expected to happen. Most likely, she would have been shipped off to one of Granny’s former partners from her old business until she had been found and safely returned home. She could have stayed with Mr. Drake or maybe Doctor Hooter, from accounting.

However, what she hadn’t expected (not today, not yesterday. Not ever, if she was honest) was to be dropped at the doorstep of Scrooge McDuck, patriarch of the renowned adventuring family, the richest duck in the world, and, apparently, dear old friend to one Bentina Beakley.

She clutches her suitcase (the only thing she had been able to pack in time) a little tighter as she stares up at the driver who had picked her up- a talkative, red-haired man. Launchpad, apparently- and who Webby was pretty sure was the Della Duck staring down at her from the doorway.

“Hey, kiddo,” Della said, awkwardly waving at her like she wasn’t quite sure what else to do. And yeah, that was most definitely her, Webby had heard her voice enough times on Granny’s old radio, reliving adventures from her childhood, to know.

Now though, that same voice, usually so excited and lilting, is tinged with nerves Webby didn’t know she posessed. Della and Launchpad exchange a glance that Webby is pretty sure she isn’t supposed to catch, then look back to her. Launchpad clears his throat.

“So! If you’ll follow me, Mr. McD has a room set up for you until we find your grandm- ack!” Launchpad winces harshly as Della’s elbow meets his ribcage, sharp enough that Webby can practically hear the thud from where she stands.

“Let’s find that room, huh?”

They trail down the hall and up a flight of stairs, then circle through a maze of more hallways, all lined with lightly swinging doors, until they reach the only one still locked tight. Here, Launchpad slips off, leaving Della with a small, rounded key and a nod to Webby, his lumbering footsteps fading behind them.

“You can decorate however you want,” Della says as she turns the key in the lock. “I don’t know what you were able to bring, but we can pick up whatever you’re missing, or see if the boys have it, they won’t mind.”

“The boys?” She asks. Webby knew Della had sons, but after continuous threats from old enemies of Scrooge’s, they had largely been kept from the public eye. Rumor had it they sometimes popped up in town, but nothing substantial had ever come from it and, by now, no one knew them well enough to recognize the three if they did.

Della brightens. She lets the door swing open and together, they step inside.

“My sons,” she explains. “They should be in their rooms right now, finishing their lessons, but you’ll see them later. Dinner is in a few hours, take some time to settle in and explore if you want.”

It’s a bigger space than Webby is used to. At home, her room was at least half the size with her bed in one corner and a cluster of shelves stuffed with books and old notepads under the window. It was small, but it was hers and some nights, if she was quiet, she could hear Granny sparring down the hall.

Now though, the silence is deafening and she is reminded all over again how utterly alone she is here. Della and the others, as nice as they appear, weren’t her grandmother. Granny may have trusted Scrooge to look after Webby in her absence, but Scrooge has yet to show his face, much less help her or Granny get back where they belong.

“Hey,” Della says. She kneels and gently rests a hand on Webby’s shoulder. “Your grandma is a tough lady, we’re gonna bring her home.”

Della’s tone is sincere, polished off with a small smile, different from the ones she’s seen in photos over the years. More genuine, like it has been reserved just for her. Something about it tells Webby that she means it. Della, and the rest of the family, she hopes, are going to help her fix this. One way or another.

Webby just isn’t sure how long she’s willing to wait.

Della leaves Webby to her devices soon after.

Her bag is slumped next to the door. She hadn’t had time to pack much before Launchpad had arrived, so she mostly has clothes and a few odds and ends she remembered to take before she left.

She drags it across the carpet and to the dresser, laying out shirts and skirts and sweaters in neat rows like she would any other day. The room, even as she fills it with her presence, feels cavernous and overwhelming, like she could shout and hear the echo all through the night, a stark reminder that, no matter how nice it may be, this room, this house, isn’t where she belongs.

Tears well up in her eyes as the realization hits her. Webby slumps against the dresser, pulls her knees to her chest, and sighs. She keeps her eyes shut tight against the tips of her knees. Granny has never been the type to disappear, not without a good reason. She’s gone on long trips before, sure, mostly to help old friends out of a bind. But she always came back and never would have left without telling Webby. What happened today- it wasn’t like her. Granny had left the night before, she wasn’t supposed to be gone longer than a night.

But only Launchpad had been waiting when Webby had returned from school.

There was a mishap, he said. Granny was gone. No one knew where she went, much less where to find her. Granny was, for all intents and purposes, gone. Webby doesn’t quite know what to do with that.

Suddenly, before Webby can sink further into the hole she finds herself spiraling into, a creak echoes across the room. She freezes.

Granny raised her with a stark paranoia surrounding the rest of the world. Every bump in the night had been a risk if left unchecked and Webby had given endless lessons on self defense as a result. Blocks to kicks to flips, drilling her over and over again until Webby could fight a grown duck in her sleep.

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lyin’ eyes

[jimmy page x reader]

summary: after relationship troubles, (y/n) decides to leave and hopefully forget all that’s happened. but when she reaches a place that holds many memories, a certain old friend who she shared those memories with was waiting for her to return.

notes: i don’t know what that summary is but i made it up on the spot so don’t even complain abt it :P

also i personally think that this is my best fic so far so yeah enjoy ig 😩🤚

edit: LMAO this was supposed to be based off of the song by the eagles but my brain had other ideas rip

warnings: cheating (idk if i need to warn u abt that but i’m being safe), swearing, fluff

“(y/n) please wait!” a voice sounded from behind you as you dragged a suitcase filled with your clothes and other possessions to the front door.

“no chris, i’ve waited long enough at the damn restaurant and where were you?” you said, throwing your free hand up in the air. “you were fucking this bitch in our— no, your house.” you seethed back at your now ex-boyfriend, who stood with an expression of grief.

“in fact, i don’t want to wait at anymore restaurants for your stupid ass.” his grief soon turned into anger as you spun around on your heels and walked out the front door.

you could hear him shouting some profanities out of the open door, but you managed to block out his voice and instead focus on the sound of your shoes on pavement as you walked with your suitcase to wherever your feet would lead you.

you were completely done with his bullshit. coming home late claiming he was “working”, flirting with other girls when you two were out shopping, and, just like this night, leaving you stranded at some restaurant for some other chick. it wasn’t even the first time he’s done that. you were ready to leave him before this day had even started; you had spent a few days secretly putting all of your possessions into your handy suitcase, only putting away a couple things at a time so he wouldn’t notice the lack of your items in the house.

before you knew it, you were standing in front of a bar that you used to always go to with one of your dearest friends. “maybe he still comes here.” you thought as you made your way through the bar door and straight to a small booth in the far corner of the building. the same small booth that your friend and yourself had always sat at when you both would come here.

his name was james page, which he preferred jimmy, but you just used james instead to pick some fun at him. the two of you were the closest of friends, ever since your childhood where you fell off of your bike and he ran over to check to see if you were okay. he even went with you to your house just to make sure that you weren’t hurt. even as you both had gotten older, you would both help each other out with homework, watch movies together, and he even taught you some guitar chords and tricks.

the downfall of your friendship happened a while after he joined one of his first bands; the yardbirds. he would always be traveling, performing at different concert venues around the country, and even the world. at first you would just call him or he would call you on these tours, which worked well for awhile, until he got so busy with the band that he didn’t have any time to return your many missed calls.

you missed him dearly, thinking of him from time to time during the day. you often wondered what he was doing at the time when you thought of him, whether it was playing his guitar or just relaxing at wherever he may call home.

you stood up to go grab a beer, hoping to wash your thoughts away, when a very familiar sound reached your ears. it was his laughter. the same sweet laughter you grew fond of whenever you’d be around him. you didn’t know how much you longed to hear that sound again until that very moment, it almost held you in a trance until the beautiful sound melted away and the song that the jukebox was playing had replaced it.

“i was probably just imagining it.” you thought. running a hand through your hair to try and focus back on reality, you continued to the bar, a fairly large opening right in front of you that you could get to quickly. when you reached the bar, you heard a familiar voice say, “(y/n)! long time no see!” you looked up to see the bartender, florence. she has been the same bartender since you and jimmy started coming to this bar, usually just to hang out and talk about different things. you were still surprised that she still worked here, she’s not as young as she used to be, but you were glad that she was here and not some other new bartender.

“hey flo! how’s everything been recently?” you smiled lightly, not really in the mood to talk a lot, but willing to make small conversation with your old friend. “quite good dear! it’s been boring without yourself and jimmy constantly making a ruckus in here though, i kind of miss having to tell the manager about how you two broke the jukebox again!” florence joked, causing you to let out a small laugh. “yeah, those were the good old days, weren’t they?” she smiled. “they really were. anyway! how about a drink for you aye?”

“whiskey. any kind will do.” you replied, which flo nodded and went off to get your drink, coming back in record time with a glass about half way filled with the golden-brown alcohol. you smiled and said a quick “thank you” and carefully took the glass, bidding flo a farewell and she returning it.

you walked back over to your seat, the chat with florence clearing your mind of the earlier events and bringing your mood up a bit. she always had that effect on people, making them crack even a slight smile when they’re feeling blue. right as you were about to sit down, the voice that you never thought you’d hear again called out, “(y/n)? is that you?”

you set your glass down, mentally preparing to see him for the first time in a long, long time. holding your breath, you turn around and see him, the jimmy page, your old best friend. “james?” his hair was longer, barely reaching to his shoulder, and it was slicked back slightly, showing his beautiful green eyes. his smile was still the same, and you swore your heart did a backflip when he smiled at you and said “oh (y/n) i knew it was you! i couldn’t miss that gorgeous hair of yours anywhere.”

you were pretty sure that your face was bright red as you smiled bashfully. “oh thank you jim. and i see you grew yours out hm?” he chuckled, running his hand through his hair softly and said “yeah, i just thought why the hell not you know?” “mhm! i like it a lot, it suits you.” you said back, nudging his shoulder with your knuckle.

he grins and mumbles a quick “thanks”. he then looks back up at you and says “wanna sit and chat for awhile? catch up on all the times we missed?” you nod, motioning for him to sit at the opposite side of where your drink is, and he sat, you following his actions and sitting down as well. you grabbed your glass of whiskey and took a long sip of it, leaving only a small amount left in the bottom of the cup. jimmy’s eyes followed your hand as you set it back on the table, then his eyes flicked back up to meet yours, his eyebrows furrowed in concern.

“is everything alright? i haven’t seen you drink like that in, well, i’ve never seen you drink like that.” you sighed, drawing your finger around the rim of the cup gently. “if i’m being honest, no. a year after we, y’know, stopped talking, i found a guy and we got along quite well and started dating.” you noticed jimmy’s hand clenched into a fist, so you continued.

“everything was fine between us, until recently. he started going after other girls, even with me around him. he even asked me on a date just so i would stay, because i told him that if he doesn’t get his shit together then i’m just going to leave. we were supposed to meet at a restaurant, but of course he didn’t show up even when he’s the one who wanted me to go with him and not the other way around. so i went back to our former shared house and found him fucking some random chick that i’ve seen him flirt with before.” you stared at your drink, before grabbing it and finishing it off. as soon as you set the glass back, jimmy’s hand softly reached for yours and held it, caressing his thumb over your knuckles.

you rose your eyes up to meet jimmy’s, his eyes holding a soft, caring look, the same look that you’ve longed to see for many years. “it’s fine though, really. it’s not like i really loved him anyway..” you lied, thinking of when you first met chris, how happy he made you. but you realized that a certain someone, perhaps the someone sitting across from you, had made you happier than chris could’ve.

“(y/n) love, your lying eyes really give away that you did love him at one point, and it’ll take a while to try and un-love him, trust me.” a soft hand came in contact with your cheek, gently wiping a stray tear away that you didn’t notice had fallen. looking back up at jimmy, you smiled at him and brought your hand that wasn’t occupied and rested it against his. “i know jimmy, but i think i’ve already moved on from that asshole.”

his eyes flashed with a glimmer of hope, and he softly nodded, a small smile painting his face. he paused, then cautiously asked; “i know we’ve only talked for a few minutes, and you can refuse this offer, but how about we ditch this bar and go somewhere else?” you brought jimmy’s hand down to rest on the table, holding them both with your warm hands and nodded. “yeah, i’d like that.” he stood up from the seat, pulling you up with him.

“well then, what are we waiting for?”

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transtenzin · 4 years

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ok umm deleted my first post like a minute after posting because i started panicking and had to type it out again because i didn’t save anything like the dumbass i am, but here it is again 😭

so anyways

nonbinary tenzin!!!

(i’ll be using they/them pronouns for tenzin in this)

katara and aang are trans as well. katara’s a trans girl, and aang’s not a boy or a girl and that’s all you need to know–even if that much 🙄 so it’s not like tenzin and their siblings grow up not knowing that’s a Thing, because they are both very open about gender, especially aang, who encourages them to Think Some Thoughts about gender.

and tenzin tries.

oh boy, do they try lmaoo

tenzin thinks about gender. they don’t really get it tbh. and not in a comedic “what even is gender” meme kind of way, but like. genuinely. but at this point they’re kind of too embarrassed to seriously ask. katara and sokka make gender sound simple and clean-cut, while aang makes it sound like some sort of vague, weird concept, and tenzin’s siblings just kinda took their own interpretations of these and ran with them.

like, okay, sure. tenzin is seen as a boy by the people in the around them. there are certain expectations and assumptions around this perception/what it means. they don’t necessarily like all of them–which is its own can of worms when deciding why–if that is because they simply don’t like these conceptions, or if they don’t like them because they aren’t a guy, but like… picking that apart sounds stressful and complicated.

tenzin hasn’t brought it up with anyone because it’s kind of an awkward and embarrassing thing to admit, but they Super Do Not Like how their voice has gotten deeper. after a while they have realized it is not just the voice cracking thing going on that they don’t like, but just like. in general. everything is okay until they open their mouth 🙃

it’s not like, Every Conversation, but sometimes when they’re talking to someone and it’s a bit quiet, listening to their own voice makes their stomach drop. like that’s really what they sound like. fantastic. 🙃🙃🙃 (/s)

they think about this some but like… not liking their voice doesn’t necessarily mean anything?

kya’s a trans lesbian, and when kya comes out to their family tenzin finally gathers the courage and asks her how she knew. kya admits that it wasn’t like a single sudden realization or a point in life where she just Knew like most people seem to think there is. there were a lot of things that factored into it, but one of the main things wasn’t really how she felt with being misgendered as a boy, but the comfort she took in knowing that there were other things she could be perceived as instead, and other things she could be.

that’s the first time that someone’s ever explained to tenzin their self discovery with that much understanding. it’s a lot better than bumi’s “idk. if you know you know, you know” + generally being annoying about it every time tenzin tries to have a serious conversation (bumi is agender and when they’re like “but how do you know what your gender is” he’s like “you think i would know? rip to you all with genders but i’m different 😌”)

so after this conversation with her, tenzin is just like…. 👁👄👁 omg okay…. that actually makes some sense.

that gets him thinking more, but this time in a more specific direction. they still don’t know anything for sure though. tenzin Suspects they are not Exactly a boy, but other than that??? anyone’s guess is as good as theirs lmao. they try to take comfort in know there are ‘other things’ they could be, but mostly it just ends up stressing them out.

after tenzin and pema are together, tenzin has been thinking about it even more, and wants to talk to pema about it. like. tenzin has decided that there is a large possibility that they are not a man, and choosing a specific label just sounds so… permanent. they haven’t talked to kya or bumi or anyone about THEIR gender, specifically, because like… what’re they going to say? “hey actually i don’t think i’m a guy” “then what are you?” “idk good question”???

but tenzin has been questioning for a while now (like. a while a while LOL), and they want to trust pema with this.

(EDIT: also time to mention pema is a trans woman. i forgot to mention this for some reason)

one day pema says something along the lines of “ur my husband” and tenzin takes the opportunity and kind of just laughs like… what if i’m not… jk…. unless…? 😳😳

it’s not exactly how tenzin wanted to approach the subject ofc. pema grows kind of concerned when they’re like “well… actually… i might not be” and needs to clarify they still very much are pema’s spouse, but like… not husband, specifically. but yes, spouse. maybe?

tenzin is embarrassed at first to admit this because they’re like 40 years old. they just had their first kid. are they not a bit old for this?? (the answer is no, there is no age limit to this sort of thing.)

pema is happy to know and tenzin is happy to have told her because even if they’re still figuring it out at least there is someone who kind of Knows that there is a Possibility They Are Not Cis. and pema’s kind of like… idk… if you’ve been thinking about this for that long then i think there is More than a possibility that you Aren’t Cis. to which tenzin makes sure to emphasize they are still not 100% certain about anything.

pema’s like okay that’s fine but like… you know that you don’t have to be 100% certain to try on a label? labels are not things that have to be permanent. if in a few weeks you are just 70% certain that you’re nonbinary, you’re allowed to say you’re nonbinary. if some time later you find another label you’re more confident in, you can change to that. you don’t have to be absolutely 100% all the time to try stuff out.

tenzin surprised pikachu face

okay so… logically, they’ve known this. other people they know have done this, including their siblings. but otherwise? for themself? it honestly hadn’t crossed their mind that they’re allowed to just. say that they feel like x is a term for them, and then change their mind later.

but as simple as pema makes it sound, tenzin kind of internally cringes at the thought of having to say ‘so i told you i was x gender but now i think i’m x”. isn’t it enough of a hassle to do that all once, but again? just because they weren’t sure the first time??? ughhh

what if they ditched the whole thing altogether? throw the entire suitcase out. who needs a label 😌😌 aang kind of didn’t either

tenzin starts using any pronouns (like aang did, but aang wanted pronouns to be alternated, while tenzin hasn’t necessarily specified that) by the start of lok, but only with their family and korra.

aang also didnt use a label to describe his gender, and tenzin has been trying to be okay with doing the same.

in lok, hearing pema ask “were tenzin and their siblings this crazy when they were kids?” makes them happier than they can express. it’s like there’s little exclamation marks just going off in their head. like yes!!! that is them!! them!!! Euphoria ™ 💓❤💕💞💗💖💝

and then katara’s reply with “not tenzin, she was always rather serious” and tenzin almost forgets that they have to tell korra that they can’t stay and train her because that also makes them elated, although not quite to the extent that pema using “their” did.

after that they’re still going by any pronouns, but they’ve decided they have a preference for they/them.

when they’re back at air temple island, pema asks about other aspects of gender expression. which like lol tenzin has also been avoiding that thanks 💖 they’ve just been presenting as expected by everyone else–keeping their beard, wearing their usual robes, etc. they’re just like “i’m fine as i am ig” which is true. they’ve thought about changing up their appearance but like lol. they are also on the council and tenzin doesn’t need anything else adding an extra layer of stress on those meetings when everyone already seems inclined to not listen to them. which is also why they haven’t told anyone else about using any pronouns.

when season 2 comes around tenzin is still not satisfied with just Not Labeling their gender, but now that they aren’t on the council anymore, they can think about it more.

it’s just… they spent a long time figuring out what gender was, how they felt about their own gender, and while at the time just leaving it alone seemed simpler, it didn’t make them any happier. it really bugs them, actually, lmao.

at this point they are certain they are not a man, and highly doubt they are a woman either. in fact, they’re still not sure if they have a gender like, at all, but they are very hesitant to put a word to it.

they’ve become used to being referred to as a mix of he/they/she/xe/etc. around their family, although their use of he/him has decreased significantly and they mainly use they/them, so when they hear the air acolytes in the southern air temple consistently refer to them as “he”, they sort of have to pause a minute, and then decide to finally say something.

they’re asked then abt their gender and tenzin’s just like… um actually i’m just not putting a label to it atm you know haha ❤

it goes over pretty well but telling other people that makes them realize how much they actually do want to label it, despite how aang used to talk about not needing a word just for others to perceive her gender, and how everyone keeps telling them “that’s valid!”, etc. etc.

the scene in the spirit world with tenzin’s spiritual enlightenment is also about tenzin realizing that they are also free to explore their gender the way THEY want to, not the way everyone else did. even kya’s answer to “how did u know u were trans” doesn’t necessarily have to apply to how they did.

tbh after that tenzin stops caring. and not in an “my gender doesn’t matter to me anymore” way but “it does matter but now i will stop worrying about trying to do gender the ‘right way’“.

afterward they decide they think they are nonbinary. it’s a label that makes them happy, and it does cover what they’ve determined their gender might be. nonbinary is a broad term, and while they’re still not sure of the specifics, that’s okay. if they later discover they’re something else, that’s also okay. they can tell people they are nonbinary, and it’s fine if they have to tell them something different later. it’s not a hassle if it makes them feel happy being out.

tenzin’s family can still use any pronouns for them, but now everyone else is using only they/them for them.

tenzin’s okay with being called a husband/father/etc when coming from their family despite their initial talk with pema because they trust that they Get It and know that it’s not in a Cis Way, you know???

tenzin keeps their beard (unfortunately) and keeps shaving their head and stuff but they occasionally wear dresses with long swishy skirts and the euphoria!!!!! 😭😭 they love the cloak swishing you KNOW they’d love long swishy skirts too

this is actually the happiest tenzin can remember being with their gender and stuff. people are using they/any pronouns for them, they are wearing whatever they want, they are nonbinary, AND people know!!!

also time to mention jinora is transfem nonbinary, and she’s a bit nervous about shaving her head at first to get her tattoos. tenzin reassures jinora that her hair will grow back AND she will have her tattoos, which she’s wanted and has welllll since earned. they have a parent/daughter bonding moment over her distress about finally having grown her hair out as long as it was only to shave it all off.

and tenzin understands that her nervousness doesn’t mean she doesn’t want them–she asked tenzin about getting them way before that. they are hugely significant to her identity, too, just as they are to theirs. tenzin gets it, and keeps going out of their way to give jinora compliments and use her pronouns in front of her while her hair is still growing back.

and ingores that jinora does the same for them for a little while after they tell her they’re nonbinary. no they’re not crying over how sweet their daughter is you are 😭

tenzin is pretty much freely expressing their gender however they want and living their best life now 😌

nonbinary tenzin… ❤❤ we love to see it

also additional headcanons for other characters that didn’t make it in:

sokka is nonbinary and uses ne/nim pronouns

kai is transmasc nonbianry (he/him)

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matthewtkachuk · 4 years

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okay you tackle angst so well so - “how heartbreaking.” with rafe please!

oh my god lowkey the highest compliment ever 🥺 also because anons don’t know how to act this is NOT canon rafe but it’s also not soft rafe

14. “How heartbreaking.”

pairing: rafe cameron x reader

warnings: it’s angst... do i even need to warn abt this anymore or is it expected from me, drug/alcohol usage, toxic relationship, emotional abuse

word count: 892 oops

Realistically, you always knew loving Rafe Cameron would break your heart. Between the recovering cocaine addiction, the association with multiple drug dealers, and the myriad of issues spurned on by his daddy issues, Rafe wasn’t easy to love. He was rash and he was impetuous and sometimes he was downright mean. He could yell and scream like nobody else, his fists could punch walls and doors. He would never hit you directly, but the holes in the walls screamed that he could. But you had loved him and you thought you could fix him and you were worried to leave him. On more than one occasion, he had made you feel like you were the only reason he stayed clean and sober. You were losing parts of yourself to keep him together.

It was that mean streak that finally had you wanting out, for good this time. Being constantly harassed, interrogated and insulted was exhausting. It came to a head one night when you returned to your apartment after a night out with your girls. You weren’t even drunk, having taken on the role of mom friend and the responsibility of staying sober to ensure everyone made it home. You had texted Rafe at midnight, telling him you would be home soon. Unfortunately like most good plans, your plan of getting everyone home safely and quickly had gone awry. You’d lost track of one of your more flighty friends, and later had to carry her into her house while your other friends waited in your car.

It was near one in the morning when you finally unlocked the door, wanting nothing more than to slip into bed beside Rafe and fall into his embrace. You assumed he would have gone to bed at least half an hour ago, but there he was, sitting in the large chair in your living room. You took one look at the state of the living room, half empty whiskey bottle on the end table, credit card and suspicious little bag of white powder on the coffee table, and one look at his eyes and your suspicions are confirmed.

“Jesus, Rafe,” you whimper, disappointment painting your features and you know you’re in for a confrontation. “Where did you even get any of this?”

He just shrugs, but you know he’s still got at least two dealers numbers saved in his phone. Deflecting, he crosses his arms and gives you a disdainful look, “You’re late. How was cheating on me? Bet you weren’t even out with your friends.”

“I am so tired of defending myself, if you really believe that I don’t think we have anything to talk about.” You shake your head, exhaustion seeping into your bones as you begin to head toward your bedroom.

“Don’t walk away from me,” he growls, finally standing. You can’t help but cower as his larger frame stands over you. Sober Rafe would hate that, but this version of your boyfriend doesn’t seem to care. Maybe even enjoys the fact that you’re scared.

“God, Rafe I can’t do this anymore.” The words just slip out, and you see the look of concern cross his face

The ‘what’ that leaves his lips is said so quietly, you almost don’t hear it.

“I can’t do this anymore,” you repeat, this time voice a little stronger, “you treat me like you hate me? All I do is love and support you and you’re constantly hurting me.”

“You can’t leave me, I love you.” If Rafe Cameron was the begging type, he would have been begging. On his knees, hands clasped in a praying-like manner, head bowed. But he wasn’t, and maybe that was worse than the thought of him pleading for you to stay.

“But you don’t love yourself, and I don’t have enough love to do it for you.”

“What am I supposed to do without you, huh?” he asked, and you could feel the shift in his energy from desperate to angry in the time it took you to count to five. “I need you, I can’t do this without you.”

“How heartbreaking,” you tell him drily, trying to mask the fact that it was true. Your heart was breaking, or maybe that wasn’t a strong enough metaphor. Your heart was slowly shattering into a million little pieces, being crushed finely into dust in his hands as he gripped it tightly. Truthfully, your heart hadn’t been whole in a long time. Each accusation, each insult chipping away at it slowly over time until all that remained was a heavily cracked shell.

He follows you into the bedroom as you hastily pack your suitcase with as much of your stuff as you can. You prioritize items that have significance to you, like the photo of you and your family and the necklace your parents gave you at your high school graduation, knowing there’s a good chance anything left behind won’t survive the night with Rafe’s volatility.

He stares at you silently as you pack, jaw clenched so tightly it looks painful. He doesn’t say a word until you’re hesitating at the front door, hand hovering over the doorknob.

“If you leave now, don’t bother coming back,” he warns, voice dangerously low. Closing your eyes tightly for a moment to keep the tears from falling, you turn the doorknob and walk into the night.

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reversecreek · 3 years

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ziggy strutting up to me like this gif as i hold up a crucifix n say begone begone vile beast BEGONE from my vicinity i will NOT buy u a happy meal wretched little boy...... some live action rp to start this off..... and SCENE. takes my bow. his pinterest is here n his playlist is here.

* dylan minnette, cis male + he/him | you know ziggy benson, right? they’re twenty-four, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, all of his life? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to hand crushed by a mallet by 100 gecs like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole glitching televisions impaled by remotes, nonchalantly texting the babes as a stove fire ravages your kitchen & cartoons turned up so loud it fries your eardrums thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is november 24th, so they’re a sagittarius, which is unsurprising, all things considered. ( nai, 24, gmt she/her )

HISTORY;

from the second ziggy ws born he didnt stop screaming. within the first hours of his life he gave his father an ear splitting headache tht prompted him to say “that uncooked chicken’s fucking demonic” n joke abt popping “it” in the oven to roast. when this understandably received disgusted glances frm the nursing staff he ws all like “jeez alright alright i’m kiddin i’m kiddin can’t a guy have a joke around here?” n i feel like that sets up their dynamic so nice n sweetly <3 (sarcasm) (lips pursed)

frm day one he ws just honestly a rly hyperactive child. when he laughed he’d shriek it out at the absolute top of his lungs bc he’d just get this huge giddy surge of energy all the way to the very tips of his toes n it’d hit him like a shock from a fork in a plug socket. their parenting style ws rly just lazy tbh.... they didn’t have much time for disciplining him. ziggy’s mum wld halfheartedly be like “ziggy quiet now....” n then go bk to nuking whatever vegetables she’d defrosted until they tasted like dinosaur bones..... this wld not make any difference in ziggy’s behaviour

his father rly just took the stance that it ws ziggy’s mum’s job to discipline him or raise him in general which is. 🔪 please enter the 20th century sir.... get ur noggin sorted..... needless to say he wsn’t much involved in ziggy’s life n honestly generally jst didn’t like him. ziggy was a responsibility he didn’t want (accidental prregnancy) n in his literal words once said (blatantly while ziggy ws watching cartoons on the sofa) tht ziggy just “harshes my fucking vibe a lil bit”.

he wound up leaving when ziggy was six ish.... ziggy watched thru a crack in the blinds as his mum tried to grab at his jacket to make him stay as he lugged out his suitcase..... she even tried to physically cling onto him so he cldn’t get in his ride bt the door wound up slamming n she sat on her knees watching the lights pull out the drive n even long after they were gone. ziggy didn’t rly kno what to do abt this (emotions hd never been smthn he particularly understood, his own or how to handle other people’s) so after watching her fr 5 minutes he went out n gently shook her shoulder n was like. mom come inside u look weird out here. FKGHSFHGSFHKGFHKSGSFGHK. this was him trying to show love <3

ziggy’s mum is like.... rly relationship dependent. she gets all her self worth n validation frm whtever man she’s dating.... so she went on this like.... wild rampage of jst. dating a very large string of men. they ranged frm dreadfully boring to downright awful n were always below her standards. ziggy quite literally hated. all of them. every last one. even one that tried to b nice to him by offering to help him do his math homework when he ws 13 (bc ziggy was struggling a lot w this) n in response ziggy loudly barked until the man gt scared n stumbled backwards into a dining chair on his way out of the room. KGHFHKSJHFJGSHKFG

while him n his mum hv a kind of strained situation (there’s a great deal of resentment from her end n kind of. blaming him fr “driving his father away” n it’s never spoken abt bt it’s very much Present in their relationship n honestly ziggy kind of resents her too fr bringing some of the men into their lives tht she did) there is. love there...... sometimes she’ll like. reach out to cup the back of his head n he’ll duck his head away n be like wtf are u doing checking me for lice? n she’ll jst smile like :)...... knowing that’s how he loves. KHSFGKJGHKSFGFHKGSHF. ugh we love men who know how to process their emotions yesssss king give us nothing <3

(abuse n violence tw) idk i won’t go into it too much bt even tho ziggy’s constantly like 🙄 when his mum shows him affection he wld quite literally. kill fr her n almost did one time.......... narrowly avoided getting charged w assault when one of her bfs was drunk n evil n he went into protective mode.... idk he. has gone thru a lot n seen a lot n so has his mum. they look after each other the best they kno how despite the negatives in their relationship.... it’s complex <3

literally got in trouble so. often. at school. he ws always hyperactive (undiagnosed adhd n also probably not helped by the fact he ws jst allowed to eat sm junk food w 459729457952 sugar percentage all hours of the day) bt when his dad left n like. dealing w acting out so severely at home where his mum’s bfs were concerned it rly escalated..... i jst think he ws like. literally a terror. probably got suspended so many times. maybe even was permanently expelled before he cld get his diploma honestly. set off a firework in school hallway. smthn absolutely reckless n stupid.

hs hd a bunch of jobs mostly in the service industry...... usually ends up getting fired.... worked at mcdonald’s fr a while n then one day he went in rly high n ate three cheeseburgers in front of a weeping child who hd ordered one.... promptly gt fired bt he ws like yo fuck this place i’m quitting n threw off his apron n was like who’s with me??? who’s joining the union??????? to the rest of the staff n they were all mostly like >_> <_< before security approached to forcibly remove him n he grabbed a cookie n crammed it into his mouth in rebellion mid frantic n frankly possessed escape.....

in terms of wht’s going on to this day w his living situation i honestly think he still lives w his mum. i can just see this. KHGFSKGHSFGKSFGH. in like. a ramshackle bungalow in delphinus heights.... having said tht she probably isn’t. there tht often nw she’s dating her latest man (jonas, somehow always sweaty no matter the weather, wears too many gold rings n smells like shoe cleaner) who owns a car dealership n thinks he’s a kingpin for it. still home sometimes tho.

PERSONALITY:

ziggy spends his days working shifts at an ice cream parlour (one he got fired from once bc he broke in high n ate sm ice cream he was lay on the floor in the bk pants unbuttoned stomach bulging sm calling himself garfield saying he had too much lasagna. they hired him bk tho bc he has a harem of middle aged women who lust after him n it brings customers....) or like. cruising parties...... setting off fireworks.... skateboarding...... breaking into abandoned buildings.... filming stupid jackass type tricks....... playing guitar hero...... getting drunk at the arcade..... sometimes busking fr cash in a tossed dwn hat (very badly) (thinks he’s sick at it however)........ or alternatively...... fucking chicks aha...... fuck.......... not exclusive to chicks tho just had to sound despicable bt :smirk: he’s bi Baby....

i won’t lie he’s kind of an asshole................ never rly was taught properly how to empathise with ppl so like he struggles w that....... sometimes he’ll say smthn tht’s genuinely just quite mean n doesn’t need to be said but he doesn’t rly realise it’s like bad. n he’s like. what’s the deal haha why are u mad......

fuckboy. genuinely jst. rly summarises it well. insatiable. sleeps around wildly. will say he’ll call u back n then will not call u back. lies like oh babe i’m moving to france tomorrow fuckkkkkkkkk sucks so bad that we can only have one night but let’s make it special yeah? tits? n then they’ll see him casually skating past them on the street a week later n be like well clearly he’s not in france. ziggy doesn’t care.

calls himself a “genius inventor” bc he once gutted a vintage analog television n made it into a fish tank. it literally leaked water a bit. still convinced he is a literal visionary never seen before never done again. he’s like i’m on the brink of greatness. i’m the next einstein.

has a bit of a god complex where he thinks he’s the sexiest person in any given room n it’s kind of funny bc like dylan minnette’s sexy to me bt tht isn’t a widespread opinion n ur being a bit bold ziggy...... regardless has confidence thru the roof tht isn’t rly deterred by anything or anyone.....

dyes his hair 49729572459752 colours every colour under the sun. sometimes all at once jst different patches. wears lots of tie dye tshirts n basketball shorts even tho he doesn’t play basketball. rly colourful sneakers. just lots of loud colours tbh. often wears a paper clip in his ear as an earring. pierced it himself. someone probably recorded him doing it fr his insta story. probably was drunk.

drives a vespa around tht is baby blue with pastel yellow polka dots. it has lots of tin cans attached to the back by string like on those cars when u just got married. he did not just get married. u can hear him arriving frm over a street away.

almost never pays fr anything bt is always like “yo it’s my treat” n then either dine n dashes or u have to pay

his idea of romance is nuking a hot pocket as breakfast in bed n then complaining he’s hungry n eating half

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

fuckboy antics: he’s insatiable. rabid. notorious. mayb they fkd n he didn’t call........ jst completely ghosted........ mayb they were genuinely into him n he honestly built up kind of false pretences abt them having a connection n then jst dipped..... cld b good fr angst n drama <3 someone please egg his house he deserves it <3

high skl heathens: locals tht were equally chaotic in hs..... just picture him having this group of misfits tht were like so loud n always getting up to no good doing god knows what god knows where.... probably gt arrested together breaking into an old abandoned hospital one time........... rly just doing the absolute most at all times............. probably so loud........... drinking n smoking far too much.....

an attempted teenage relationship: i’m like. tentative to even put this one bc i just feel like ziggy wld be a shit bf. KJHGFSHGFHGSFHGFKGHFKSG. but. maybe it ended in drama.....i’d say this wld probably be a girl bc in hs he probably ws less open w his sexuality... maybe ziggy cheated on her or she cheated on him................ angst........ strife.... we love it we love it........ i crash my car into the bridge... i don’t care... i love it... sudden icona pop moment me stood on stage singing karaoke.... it’s just gone 7am as i write this so i apologise if this is losing any. coherency. smiles so sexy....

last adolescent plot i swear: i picture when ziggy was expelled he somehow amassed a large group to protest w signs outside the school fr him to be accepted back. it didn’t work. he threw a party when he received news he hadn’t got back in anyway. maybe ur muse was involved or helped organise this or was violently opposed.

enemies: ppl who just. don’t like ziggy bc like honestly that’s so fair n valid. KJHGFKGHKSFGHSGKHSFHG..... mayb he like. exploded their mailbox one time when they were younger. mayb he skated over their toes. mayb he fucked their bitch aha fuck................. (joking btw) (don’t condone misogyny) (hashtag feminism). cld be fun to play around w

fwb: probably hs a few of these......... mayb they’re cool w things being no strings attached n lax n at ease w ziggy being the mess tht he is in general..... mayb they want more bt ziggy cannot provide...... mayb they literally don’t get on at all n this is their only mutual ground n they keep coming bk to each other.... :smirk:..... whatever u Farncy....

maybe ziggy’s mum dated ur muse’s dad at one point???? we can discuss this if u think it fits..... cld be fun to play around w............

coworkers: past or present r fun..... mayb they were like WTFFF is this guy fking ONNN at a past job (he’s had a few in the food service industry so pretty open in tht area)... mayb they work w him at the ice cream parlour now..... cn discuss the dynamic probably wld be dependent on the muse involved fr like. how he’d act n stuff.... :yum:

#irvingintro #abuse tw #violence tw #believe tht's all....

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deoxygenated · 4 years

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had a dream that it was like a family holiday

we were setting up the night before in this huge fucked up house

like it was a modern building but it had like royal apartments where a whole family could live. i specifically remember the huge but fluffy dark wood bed in the grandparents room and the colorful small ones in the kids room. the ceiling covered in colorful draped fabrics. i pointed up stating i wanted that.

despite the people i meet later these apartments were empty but given to the musician who was touring them to me.

theres a disjointed dream continuance and i steal a bun meant for tomorrow. i dash through the living area with the bag and then through the apartment when i toured then downstairs into annother living area. tucked the bag against the wall. my uncle looked on trying to spot the thief and i hid while plotting how to move around him bc he was standing sentinel near my favourite area.

i figure out some way to go around him. It turns to night and my buns are safe. The rest of my family has been preparing food for tomorrow and we are gathering to sleep. two rooms, people have brought their own sleeping things like pillows. i even had my mattress. so we'd all lay across the floor.

something happened and i went outside for a bit to find everything fine but my mattress has been swapped with a shorter one. i am incandesently furious about this bit try to sit on it anyways. not only is it too short its too fluffy and i slide right over. i storm past my cousins and head outside.

summer afternoon sunlight beams over the pool in my childhood backyard. the its bedtime inside and this afternoon time make sense in dream logic. i test the waters expecting it to be chilly but its perfectly mildly warm. i can get a little hit of real warmth if i swim in a sunbeam.

i swim until like 5am when i complain its noon. my cousin tells me everybody didnt wake up at the same time.

it transistions into another dream.

we are taking some sort of class and my sibling is there. the teacher is like grade is 90% the research and 90% the powerpoint. i get singled out to do the powerpoint and i agree but only if we work with a good team. we spend a bit discussing this and then end up at some sort of competition?

its in a large metal area and theres been many rounds so far but the last one is driving a racecar in a very specific way through many traps. we were arguing earlier about (practicing for this?? maybe??) a remote control car being able to do stunts?

anyways my sibling chose to drive and gets in the racecar. some indescribable zooming bullshit happens and at one point theyre outta the car ansld abt to hit water. i somehow float over and take their two prized possessions so they can continue w/o them being damaged- their cellphone and a rock with raw emerald and sapphire inside.

we complete the car arena battle?

another dream.

groups of people traveling. trying to break into a park. i but not i watch as some dude drop his bike to the road, messes with a black cable keeping a gate inside the park shut. he ends up breaking the metal cable, rolls up the thing into a cartoonish ball, picks up his bike with a sense of victory and goes inside.

my thoughts are like good for him. that metal cable will be very useful.

i but not i continue past this. at some point i encounter 2 girls with luggage. i befriend them and convince them to let me help carry things. they give me 2 identical wheeled suitcases and i cheerfully follow them.

we get to a bus stop. the area is deserty and abandonded but the bus stop seems to be established in a freeway underpass? theres a road between the two halves of the stop with water running across the crosswalk like its normal. i lose the two here and dont see what bus they take.

i almost take the right bus to my home but i come across people i somehow know are going in the same direction of those girls.

i convince them to let me follow as i have to return the suitcases before i can go home. i use the straps to put one on my back, but the chest strap gets stuck by my chin and i feel very very short. i pout about this.

we walk away from the buses and toward a road going further in the desert. theres a nerdy kid obsessed with peaches(i just know) telling facts to us and pointing out fossils. the fossils in particular are like flagstones but with rounded shapes on them.

its explained theyre ancient and lived in the sea here but waking/dream logic tells me theyre the squid kids from splatoon in squid form fossils. but i but not i doesnt know this, only i the observer does.

the people in front of the group are talking about an issue with evil energies. the one concerned is dressed in whites and greys and has spiked back white hair. he wears a sword and shield on the back of his coat and has the sleeves rolled up to show his buff arms.

the girl speaking to him is wearing tones of black and berry, cheerfully saying shes excellent at controlling evil energies so there is no worry!

we are hiking through the desert alongside a road. the area is vast and dusty. cliffs are in the distance. we all know its a long road but arent worried.

my baby sibling opens my door and i am knocked out of the dream cycle.

#dreams #long post #idk if the readmore will work

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foul-fortune-feline · 5 years

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Aren't u supposed to post abt ur life or smth on this site

Well here goes.

I've had a less than great past few days. I had my best friend nearly throw away much of what was keeping her safe, to which I responded, in my desperation, almost as poorly as I could've imagined.

The next day started great. I went to a job fair and made some very promising connections.

It ended poorly. Someone in the transitional house I was living in didn't like me. Let's call her Aleph. Aleph came up to me while I was talking with a staff member, and said some ridiculously ironic shit, telling me not to interrupt her while talking to staff to bitch at her (as she did exactly that, despite I'd been avoiding her?) Anyway, things escalated.

She grabbed me by the hair, pulled me out of my seat, and shoved her face in mine. Threatened me with murder. And I learned something about myself during this encounter. I could think of a few ways to get out of the situation. First, I went through what to say. I tried thinking of many different things but none of them were capable of defusing the situation. So flight was my next option. I would've tried to run had she not had my hair (despite being cornered). I thought of ways to make her release me. I could've knocked her to the floor, broken her arm, headbutted her in the nose. All these things would've been near certain escape almost unharmed, for me. I filed them as "very last ditch ideas". I ended up going with the stupid one I'd only seen in media.

Assailant grabs victim, in much the same fashion as she was me. Victim spits, assailant drops victim to wipe face, victim has a chance to run.

"My best chance" I thought. Completely uncertain of the viability, but no real harm caused to the very person threatening to kill me. That was the concern.

It didn't work. She immediately threw me to the ground, still holding my hair, and started beating me in the face with her knee. By the second blow I already knew if I turned amd kicked of a nearby desk I could easily throw her to the ground. A chance to escape. And an immediate nonoption. "What if she hit her head, or I broke something?"

Why?? I couldn't even tell you. But as she continued to wail on my face with great brutality, while telling me "If we were outside right now I'd kill you", I sat, knowing exactly how to escape the situation but not even attempting for fear of damaging someone.

I'm no saint, but apparently I'm a pacifist. To a fault in some interpretations, while others have praised me for it. I personally don't really know how to feel, but I defo want to learn some de-escalation techniques.

So I couldn't throw a punch to save my life, right? And I'm too damn dumb to know how to get out of such a situation otherwise. Well I got kicked out of my housing for it. Yea. Because of the spit. I dunno abt you, but that seems like a possibly misguided attempt at self-defense, in which I was more concerned about my assailant's health and wellbeing than my own.

So now, I'm going to be put out on the streets. With said agressor. I was terrified. How could I sleep at night? I turned to the one person I knew I was capable of harming. I hadn't made it to the edge of the first story railing by the time I was brought to the ground by a member of staff.

I don't know if I would've done it. I doubt it. I really want to live, and sure I was terrified but I'm pretty sure I just wanted to see if even that was available as an escape route. As mentioned, it wasn't. But another had opened, of sorts.

I answered the cop's questions honestly, and he said he couldn't take me in as I didn't meet criteria for a 51-50. So the case manager for the program suggested I talk to someone. I answered essentially "Yes??? Of course??????? Trauma???"

And so he took me to a mental facility and I swear fast talked me into there. I had no one to talk to. We weren't allowed erasers, so I couldn't draw.

I tried talking to some of the folk there but those who weren't yelling and banging on the walls (getting a good few anxiety attacks out of me and a couple full on panic attacks) would either hear completely different words than I said, or incessantly misgender me, or only talk about sexual experiences in disgusting detail.

I met somebody awesome the last day I was there. But for most of the first two I had TV and sleep as company, along with staff who were scarcely receptive to conversation.

At the end of the second day I was going stir crazy and finally got some contacts out of my phone so I could talk to a friend. I sobbed so hard through most of the conversation I soaked a good portion of my shirt.

I got out, and I'm doing a helluva lot better. I've got a bed for the night, I was able to shower, fresh clothes, study, watch the latest episode of Netflix's Patriot Act with Hasan Minhaj, study. But I've got no idea where I'll sleep tomorrow.

And I have to carry two suitcases and a backpack everywhere I go (along with my purse, which purse + suitcase = hell)

I've filed a grievance against the handling of the situation, especially with the times Aleph had openly threatened me in front of staff and how I'd pushed for a conflict resolution workshop or something similar. But until that goes through I'm vulnerable.

I have $22 and no credit card (plus debt). I've applied for GA, meeting on Wednesday.

I need to:

A) Find somewhere to sleep

B) Avoid cops

C) Avoid Aleph (esp in unsurveilled areas)

D) Be interview-ready, should the need arise

E) Keep all my stuff safe

I dunno what to do, really. I'm going to spend as much time looking for resources as I can, but I really don't know what to do.

If by some miracle any of my couple dozen or so mutuals have any advice I'd love to hear it. I live in Sacramento, CA. Honestly a safe place to store my shit alone would be a miracle.

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