#i remember as a little kid being obsessed with textures
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Anybody else with like sensitivity issues have like... the opposite of overstim happen?? Like everything has gotten so much at some point that you ended up switching it off entirely and no experience Little to No Stim?
#brought to you by my incredibly limited tactile senses#i remember as a little kid being obsessed with textures#like I would just Touch things because I had to know what they felt like#or being repulsed by certain textures#and now i can barely feel anything at all#rough textures feel smooth mostly and soft or smooth textures don't register at all#i can't really feel pain that well either OR pleasure tbh#like light bothers me but also I'm so used to it I couldn't even tell you what the symptoms are#the only sense I have that still works over time is my sense of smell#did this happen to anyone else???
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Hiii! Super loved your recent work (fast pace) 🩷 I was really hooked and now it's one of my favorite Carlos fics here!
I was wondering if I could request a special part of it? Anything like their life with their kids, their life after carlos' retirement, or something domestic! Thank you 🫶🏻
Hi! I just want to apologize for making you wait for so long. I took a bit of a writing break after finishing Fast Pace. But I got inspired after Carlos won last weekend! Please enjoy:
Summary: Some domestic bliss as you and Carlos pick up your three eldest children after their first day of Grade 1 and kindergarten.
Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Carlos Sainz x Sugar Baby!Reader
Husband!Father!Carlos Sainz x Wife!Mother!Reader
Warnings: Carlos is aged up and is in this request now 41. Age difference. A cute happy family. Even still, manipulation, control, obsession. Carlos tampers with your birth control. Kissing. A very slight mention of alcohol.
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The first year of marriage was amazing. You spent almost every hour with Carlos. Jumping from airplane to airplane, country to country. You were attached at the hip. The media either loved it or hated it...you actually didn’t know. At some point, a PR team took over your Instagram and it was rare for you to ever actually read the comments or news. Any information you’d receive would come from Carlos and his team, after all, they’re all you really can trust.
That was, of course, until, mysteriously, your birth control pills stopped working. It feels like so long ago, the day Carlos picked you up in his arms, celebrating the news of a child. Now, you wait outside the school gates, seven years later, with a much older Carlos but just as excited. His eyes now crinkle up and he has a few grey steaks at the temples of his hair. But he’s not any less handsome.
Especially when his big strong arms holds your daughter in his arms. Your little girl sits perched on his hip. The only other girl in his life, besides you. She looks so much like him. Dark toughs of hair that you’ve combed this morning with the same wavy texture as his hair. Her big brown eyes gleam up with such love at him.
And at the same time, he carries your son in his car seat with the other arm. He’s sleeping soundly, his dummy bobbing up and down as he suckles in his sleep. You’re so glad Carlos is here to help. You were sad three years ago when he decided to retire at the end of the season. But now, you’re so grateful. You don’t think you could do this with him on the other side of the world.
You feel like you’ve been pregnant forever now. Totally accidently five months after giving birth, now you’re 2 months pregnant again. You groan, everything hurts. Your breasts are engorged from breastfeeding and now being pregnant again. You’ve got constant heartburn and nausea. Your hair has thinned and your nails feel brittle. And yet, including all that, Carlos still believes wholeheartedly that you are the most gorgeous girl in the whole world.
Carlos steps closer to you and places a kiss on your temples. “¿Cómo te sientes, mi amor?” When was the last time that you spoke English? You can’t really remember, because now Spanish also sounds like English. “Tired, mostly, I’ve missed the boys all day, it feels so strange without them home.” He chuckles and nods, “It’s strange for the house to be quiet... You think everything went well?”
You smile and turn to the gates, you know Carlos is worried his children might be bullied or used for his name. That they won’t be able to make proper friends, that all the kids would just use them to get into the celebrity world. You had a meeting with the twins and Junior’s schools to handle this with grace.
You can feel the other parents whisper, talking with each other. You feel someone tap your shoulder. You turn, it’s a woman who looks to be your age, 31. Where has the time gone? She smiles and speaks in Spanish, like everyone else where you live. “Is this your first time?” She asks with a kind smile. You return the expression, “No, not at kindergarten. But it’s still as nerve wracking.”
She laughs with you as you begin your small talk. “But, after this we have to pick up our son at first grade, which makes our stomachs turn.” You laugh and lightly graze Carlos’ arm to show who ‘we’ are. “Is this your husband?” She asks and Carlos nods. “Hi, I’m Carlos. I would shake your hand but my hands are a little full.” He says, referring to the children in his hands. He refuses to let you carry anything while pregnant.
“And I’m Y/N.” You shake her hand and she also introduces herself. Then your ear catches the sound of excited children screaming as the first classroom door opens. Your head snaps to the noise and then you see the teacher you had met with walking to the gate with a trail of kids behind her.
You can see your twin boys anxiously scanning the parents trying to find you. And when the eldest of the two do see you, he grabs his brother’s arm and quickly runs over. “Mama! Papa!” They yell and excitedly run over into your arms. They wrap their arms around you, as you bend down and hug them close.
“Hello, my loves, how was it?” You ask, combing the hair out of their eyes. They look a lot more like you than the other kids. “It was fun, but missed you mama.” Dario, the youngest of the two says. Your girl babbles and makes grabbing hands at Antonio, the oldest of the twins. “Papa, wanna hold sis.” Antonio says, Carlos smiles and puts Bianca down on her little feet. Your kids hug each other, Carlos has raised his sons to have the same protectiveness as he has over their mother and sister.
“Come on, hold my hand.” You say taking each of their hands in your own. Carlos crosses the road first and then you. He opens the car door for you. It’s almost ironic for this retired championship formula one driver to now be the one driving a mini-van. It is his fault, he just can’t keep his hands off his wife. Carlos wouldn’t have it any other way.
He buckles each of the kids into their car seat. The twins next to each other in the back and the two youngest in the front. Your youngest, seven month old is the best behaved. He sleeps in his car seat, that is until the twins start arguing, like always. Who had the best lunchbox, who is tallest, who mom and dad like most. Even though, you made sure they had the same lunchbox, they’re twins and thus the same height and like all parents, you don’t have a favourite.
“Oi! Stop arguing, you’ll wake up your brother.” Carlos commands, his tongue moving fast in his home language. It still gets you all warm when he speaks Spanish. “Sorry, papa,” they say in unison. You just sigh and shake your head. “Papa?” Your daughter, Bianca calls out. “Yes, my princess?” Carlos replies. “Ice-cream?” The little girl asks, your heart melts and you’re certain that your husband is also a puddle. “After we pick up Junior, we’ll go out for ice-cream.”
Your kids scream in excitement, causing your baby to start whimpering and then soon crying. “Ai, mi amour.” Carlos sighs and shakes his head, his eyes meet yours in the rear-view mirror while you sit next to your youngest children. You slightly lean over your seat and give him a kiss on his greying temples. “It’s okay, my love.”
You’ve got Raúl, your youngest, strapped into your sling. Bianca sits high on Carlos’ shoulders, daddy’s little girl. Her fingers gripped into his salt and pepper hair. You can’t help but reach up and untangle her fingers. “My love, when did you start going grey?” You ask Carlos, staring into his warm brown eyes. He just laughs and shakes his head.
“Must you point it out? I feel so old compared to the other parents...” He mutters, the other parents are around your age, some even younger. “I like it though...a silver fox.” He once again laughs and sighs. “No, mi amor.” You grin wildly at his reaction. “41 Isn’t that old...” He mumbles and again you just smirk. “I mean, Alonso was still racing at 41...”
That really does get him, he bursts out laughing. “Yeah, you’re not wrong...” Then you feel Dario tug on your hand. “Look, Mama!” You see kids, with backpacks looking far too big for their tiny bodies, come pouring out of classroom. Then your eldest son, you can’t help but smile seeing he’s chatting with other kids. And then his big brown eyes look up and see Carlos, he begins running.
The little boy runs up and hugs Carlos around the legs. Your twins greet their oldest brother. Bianca waves down to her brother from above. Junior gleams up, you remember when you gave birth to Bianca, Junior wanted to do everything for her. He’d carry her around every chance he got.
“Come, papa said we can have ice-cream.” You tell Junior after he hugs you. “Really?” He asks, his eyes beaming up. Carlos winks and then nods.
Ding! Your phone has a notification. You grab your phone on the nightstand. “Who is it?” Carlos asks, coming out of the shower. All five of your kids are fast asleep. You read the text. “It’s Alex.” She and Charles had married 3 years ago, no kids yet. “What does she say?” Carlos asks, lying down in the bed next to you, taking your phone and reading the text.
“Hey Y/N, we miss you, why don’t we go out and party tonight? Leave the kids with Carlos.” She texted in the group chat, and Kika added. “We haven’t seen you in like years now that Carlos isn’t racing anymore.” Carlos just laughs at their antics. He hands your phone back to you. “Do you want to go?” He asks, raising his brow.
When was the last time you went out alone? When was the last time that you weren’t with Carlos? Since he retired...there hasn’t really been a second alone? It would be kind of nice, to talk about something other than the kids... “I’d prefer if you didn’t...” Carlos mutters, he crawls down to your stomach. He gently lifts your pyjama short and kisses your stomach. “Pregnant and all...”
You just smile, combing your fingers through his salt and pepper hair. You pick up your phone and text your friends in the groupchat. “Sorry, girls, can’t have alcohol...🙈” You get a quick reply back. “Again?!” “Didn’t you like just give birth???” Your cheeks go red at their comments. You feel the urge to send them a photo of Carlos kissing your stomach, but don’t. You do, however, take a photo, saving it for later and then put the phone down.
“I hope it’s another girl.” He mutters, placing small kisses on your stomach. You can’t help but smirk. “I hope it’s the last one.” You mutter, playing with his hair. He pouts, placing his chin gently on your stomach. “Why? You look so fucking good pregnant.” He says, lust in his gaze. You just laugh and roll your eyes. “To you, maybe. But I’m telling you, my love, I don’t want to have to drive a limousine to their schools.”
You can see him think for a moment. “You mean it? No more kids?” He says, jutting out his bottom lip and making his eyes gleam. It’s hard to say no to him, but you stay firm, for once in your life. You actually wanted to stop after the twins. Not that you love Bianca and Raúl any less.
But this number six is the most difficult so far. You’re taking both pre-and-postnatals at the same time. “Yes, I mean it.” You say, stern. You’d like your body to be yours again...“Alright, I’ll get the snip. I don’t want you on those damn pills. I can’t fucking stand them, they’re unnatural.” He mutters, his jaw locking...
Huh...Always thinking about your well-being...
“You look so fucking good as a mom. Seeing how much they adore you. It’s hard to keep my hands off you.” He snarls, his kisses on your stomach becoming more sloppy. He trails up to your lips. Capturing your lips in his. So furious and desperate on your lips. “I love you, mi amor. You’re mine. Only mine.”
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so I wrote a fic about Ed being neurodivergent. But neurodivergence wasn't really discovered back then, so he's not having a good time (this may or may not be accurate, while I suspect I am neurodivergent in some way I have not been diagnosed) (also this is a parental mustang fic) (both Ed and mustang are probably out of character, but this is my first completed fic and I did my best)
Ever since Ed could remember there was always something a little different about him. Something that people always notice is his hatred of milk. His hatred of milk is often assumed to just be a hatred of the flavor, and now he goes along with it so he doesn't have to explain that it's the texture he dislikes. When he was a kid in the country everyone decided that was just how Ed was. He hated the texture of milk, but that was just Ed. there were other things he struggled with regarding food. Sometimes he’d be happily eating dinner one second, and the next he'd be gagging and rushing to the trash to spit it out, with no other explanation than his body just rejected it. His brain no longer classified it as food. But that was just Ed. he was like that sometimes. Something that people don't notice is when ed hates the texture of an object. That's much harder to explain. Why does Ed avoid these plushies and blankets at all cost? It's because he doesn't like the way they feel, although there was much more to it than that, it's the only way Ed could explain. And the others accepted it, because that's just Ed.Another odd thing about Ed is his obsession with alchemy. He’d read all of the books in Hohenheim's study at least five times each by the age of six, and if you asked him about alchemy he could talk to you for hours! Not that anyone who asked minded, they loved seeing how happy he was when he talked about it. That was just Ed! Hearing this, anyone would think he got good grades at school, after all he seems like quite the little genius, right? No. he often came home with notes saying he was a distraction in class, that he could never sit still, that he’d doodle all over his chalkboard, and that he could get good grades if he could simply just apply himself. Ed was always frustrated with these notes, especially that last one…how could he “apply himself” more when he was already doing his best? While Granny and Mom never did, Ed’s teacher always compared him to Al. Al could sit still during class. Al wasn't a distraction. Al didnt doodle on his chalkboard (after he was told not to at least). Al was always polite. And Al got perfect grades. Ed couldn't help it though, if he wasn't doing something then he couldn't pay attention to the lesson. The books they had to read were hard too, not that Ed was having difficulty understanding the words, but that he would get through a page and find that he didn't remember a single thing that happened in it. But like everything else, that was just Ed. it's how he was, and everyone has their little quirks too, Ed just happened to have a bit more than others. Mom, Granny, Al, and Winry didn't treat Ed differently because of this, they all accepted that it was just how Ed was.
When Ed got his state alchemist’s license and started his journey, it started to feel like it was just Ed who was like that… The “Mandatory fun” nights that the military seemed so fond of weren’t fun for anyone, least of all Ed, who already felt out of place, being the only one there below the age of eighteen. He was one of the few people there that couldn't drink, and it only made it worse when his brain decided that the food he had was no longer edible. He tried to explain the first couple times it happened, but eventually just gave up, and lied about not being hungry anytime that happened. Or the times where he had to share a hotel room with someone, and the blankets were a bad texture. He did try to explain this too, but was brushed off as being some whiny kid. So even if he hated it, and even if it made his skin crawl, and every part of his body was screaming at him to get away from it, he still slept with the blankets, and never brought it up again when this happened. He slept with his coat on though. For the first few months after he became a state alchemist, Ed answered any question about alchemy in the same way he did as a kid, by talking about it for far too long, and while state alchemists are supposed to know about alchemy, it's their job after all, it was known around base that if you asked the Fullmetal alchemist about it, you need to have some free time because he won’t stop talking about it for hours. Ed didn't know this until one day he overheard someone talking about how annoying Ed was. Well, he didn't say Ed specifically, he was annoyed that it took so long to get an answer to a simple question about alchemy, but with how Ed felt hearing that, he may as well have just called Ed an annoying little kid. After that Ed answered alchemy questions quickly and to the point, giving no more information than what was asked for.
When Ed was a little kid in resembool, for the most part he just felt like a regular little kid, the only times he felt different was when his teacher yelled at him. But now he felt more out of place than ever. Like there was something wrong with him, or like he was broken in some way. Why couldn't he eat like everyone else? Why did stupid things like blankets bother him so much when no one else even noticed them? Why couldn't he tell when he was being annoying? Why couldn't he just sit still?
Why couldn't he just be normal?
Tears stung Ed’s eyes as he thought about it, although he’d never let them spill. A voice tore him from his thoughts, bringing him back to the tiny hotel room, the pillow he’d been hiding his face in, and the uncomfortable blankets he'd been avoiding. “Fullmetal, are you ok?” Mustang looked over to him, now showing mild concern. “Yeah I’m fine, why?” Ed hoped to convince the Colonel that he was just tired, although he didn't seem quite convinced. “Do you want a different blanket?” Ed looked up at Mustang, confused why he’d ask something like that, and also a bit embarrassed that he’d noticed Ed’s reluctance to even touch the blanket. “I heard the last time you stayed here you didn't like the blankets. And this time you only touched them with your automail. So do you want a different blanket?” That was two years ago. How did Mustang know about that? He wasn't even there. Did he hear about it then and just remember it all this time? Or did he somehow hear about it after the hotel was booked? “I-” Ed started to speak, but quickly stopped himself. Since when was colonel bastard this nice. If he asked for a different blanket would he think he was just some whiny kid? Would he even get him a different blanket? Would he think it was stupid that Ed cared this much about some dumb blanket? Ed thought it was stupid that he cared this much about some dumb blanket…
“Fullmetal?” Mustang was looking at him.“I-I’m fine! The blanket here is good!” Ed wasn't the best liar, and Mustang could see right through him. “And you’re not just going to use your coat as a blanket after I fall asleep, like last time?” “Uh…” well he hit the nail right on the head with that… Mustang sighed. it was obvious that Ed was uncomfortable with the blankets, but refused to admit it for some reason. “I’m going to go out for a little while, you stay in here, ok, Fullmetal?” Mustang said while putting on his coat, and grabbing one of the room keys.
Ed could tell he did something wrong. He was pretty sure that the Colonel was upset with him, but he wasn't exactly sure why. Even if it was because he lied about the blankets, it caused him less work… “He’s probably just sick of babysitting some problem child..” Ed thought to himself. Of course it was his own fault. Ed didn't need babysitting, and no one asked him to anyway. He and Al could take care of themselves…
Ed’s thoughts were interrupted by the room door opening. Mustang walked into the room holding a much comfier looking blanket than what was in the room. Mustang wordlessly tossed it at Ed, who still wondered why the colonel was doing this…why he seemed to care so much. “You need sleep for this mission. You already don't get the best sleep anyway, and I'd rather it didn't get worse.” Mustang said after noticing Ed’s confusion. Ah…that was the reason…Ed was weirdly…disappointed?...he couldn't say why though..it made sense though….It was also embarrassing that mustang knew about the nightmares…he found out the first time they were forced to share a hotel room…one with more comfortable blankets. “So, why don't you like the blankets?” Ed, already snuggled into new blanket, looked over at Musang with a somewhat conflicted expression “I just-…I don’t-…” a frustrated expression appeared on Ed’s face before he sighed and seemed to have settled on saying “Look, they're just uncomfortable, ok.” “Edward, that’s bullshit and you know it. I’ve seen you used leaves and moss as a blanket before. if it was “just uncomfortable" you'd complain and use the blanket anyway, You wouldn't be trying to hide it and staring at a blanket like it's some kind of venomous snake. So are you gonna tell me what’s got you so freaked out about this?” The bastard clearly knew Ed better than he thought. “Can we just turn the lights off and to bed already? I'm tired.” Mustang sighed and got up “Ok.” he said, turning out the lights.
A few minutes passed, neither of them knew how many, until Ed spoke “Hey, bastard?” “Yes, Fullmetal?” “H-.....Has anyone ever asked you a question that you know if you answer they won't get it, and they might think you sound kinda crazy?” “...”“Colonel?” “Yeah. I think so.”
Ed took a deep breath and seemed to hesitate for a bit, questioning if he really wanted to say this or not. Eventually it seemed he came to a decision. “I-it's not that the blankets are uncomfortable..,well, they are, but it's something…more? Like…it's not painful but…I don’t know. It just feels…Wrong. Like I shouldn't touch it” He sighed “…I don't know. It's stupid.” Mustang looked over at Ed, even if he couldn't see him through the darkness. “Not if it's effecting you this much.” “Huh?” “If it's effecting you like that, it’s not stupid.”
Ed remained quiet for a little while, thinking… “What if it was more than just blankets?..” “Is it more than just blankets?” “....Yeah..” “How much more?” Mustang asked, sitting up and turning on the lamp on his bedside table “It’s food too I guess…but it's different for that.” “In what way?” Ed still looked somewhat reluctant, but spoke anyway “Sometimes I’ll be eating something, and halfway through I guess my body decides that it's not edible anymore…I usually just tell people I'm not hungry though.” “Is there anything else?” Mustang asked, slightly concerned and wondering how long this had been going on for without his knowledge “Um…m-maybe?” Ed said, looking away “I don’t know if it's related..” “Even if it isn't, you can still tell me,” Mustang assured. “I guess I have trouble focusing? It normally helps when I’m doing something, but then it looks like I'm not paying attention, so I don't do that as much…when I was in school I drew stuff, but the teacher didn't like that…” Mustang nodded “If you need to, you can draw when i give you assignments” “Ok” “Is there anything else?” Mustang asked once more “Probably. I dunno. It feels like there’s always something wrong with me.” “There’s nothing wrong with you, kid”
Ed looked up at the Colonel, Tears in his eyes threatening to spill “Are you sure? Because it feels like there is. If there’s really nothing wrong then why can’t I eat normally!!? Why can't I read normally!?! And why is it so hard to sleep with that stupid fucking blanket?!?!”
Mustang walked over and sat next to Ed on the edge of his bed “Like I said, kid, there’s nothing wrong with you, ok? There’s just something a little different. I don’t know exactly how, but there’s nothing wrong, just different.” Ed sniffled a little, seemingly having calmed down a little. “So…I’m not broken?” “No. Of course not” “Ok” There was silence for a little while, other than the occasional sniffle from Edward.
When he was sure Ed had calmed down, Mustang broke the silence and asked “Do you know how long It’s been like this?” “Um…as far back as I can remember…although it almost feels like it’s gotten worse since moving away…I didn't really notice most of it back then” Mustang nodded, although he was a little worried that Ed didn’t tell him any of this over the past two years he’d been in Mustang’s command. He was really hiding it this long… “If it effects you again, and you need help, you can tell me. I’ll help if you need, ok?” Ed looked up at Mustang, looking almost confused “Since when did you care so much?” Mustang never thought he’d say these next words to anyone. “It’s my job to care about this sort of thing. Not only am I your commanding officer, but I was also listed as one of your legal guardians when you joined the military”
Mustang could practically hear Hues celebrating the adoption of his new “nephew”. He just had to make sure Hues never heard that he said that “W-wait! Guardian?!!??” Ed scowled at him. At least he’s feeling better. “Yes, of both you and Alphonse. Did you really think they’d let a twelve year old into the military without a legal guardian’s permission? Without a guardian at all?” “But what about Granny!?! She-” Mustang cut him off “Was not listed as your guardian at the time you signed up for the military. Although I did get her permission. She assumed that you’d get into trouble, and that you’d need a legal adult to help you out of it at some point. I was the one that brought you here, so it fell on me to take care of you two” “W-well if you are listed as my guardian, and you know about everything then I will ask you for help. Not that I need it. I've gotten this far” Ed said, trying to sound confident and somewhat failing at it. “Ok. whenever you need help, you can ask, and I’ll help” a few minutes passed before either said anything. Mustang had home back to his own bed across the room when he heard Ed say, just barely above a whisper
“Promise?” Mustang smiled at him
“Yeah, I promise.”
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got tagged by @albonoooo !! thank u <3
what colour are your eyes?: i have (very mild) heterochromia!! they’re mostly green but my left eye has a little brown stripe :) i guess u could call them hazel (or at least the left one) my mom certainly did for ages idk picture below u decide
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tell me about your pets/your dream pet: i (well. my family) have an orange cat and a porgi (pitbull corgi mix [he’s really just a mutt but we’re like 95% sure he’s got corgi in him somehow]). they are the lights of my life and also the goofiest lookin mfs. i’ve posted pics of my cat before but my dog is like. really distinct looking (see: porgi) but i love him so much … ask me for photos of him n u shall receive…
my apartment is pet free unfortunately. but also taking care of another whole ass being is A Lot so. i’m very chill w not having my own rn
share some interesting fact about yourself: i went to a spanish speaking daycare when i was really young (like toddler aged) and then when i was like 7 i invented my own language (as one does) and half the words were just. spanish. my parents spent ages trying to convince me that i did not just come up w the word espagnol . i swear to god. and i was a stubborn know it all kid and i wasn’t gonna believe them on anything without irrefutable proof (and how do u prove that??) so their efforts were largely fruitless LOL
what was the first fandom you were a part of?: for SURE harry potter. 9 year old me had unsupervised internet access and went craaazy
do you have any phobias?: hm. i Really Really Really don’t like things going near my eyes. it was wayyy worse before i started wearing contacts. like someone waving their hands around within three feet of me would freak me out. i do still get like. inescapable visions of pencils being waved around and accidentally put in my eye when i think abt it/when ppl wave pencils around that i have to physically shake out of
are you a picky eater? if so, what food can't you stand?: YES! texture issues my beloathed… i DESPISE melted cheese. blergh. bad bad vibes. and other funky textured cheeses… i literally just physically shuddered.
do you eat the burger and fries at the same time or one after another?: i consciously choose to eat burger first to get protein in. and THEN fries. if burger too hot then i get to eat two (must be even number) fries at a time until it cools enough to eat
winter or summer: summer <3 i love the beach i love the sun i love 6am runs where it’s already 75° i love swimming i love fun festivals. but also summer is a mindset . if it’s 65° in march im walking around in shorts and a tank top and sitting in the sun the entire day
favourite fanfiction tropes: oh gosh… best friends to lovers… idk i read it all baby. also gonna be honest the f1 interpretations of a/b/o are FASCINATING!!! and have really increased the draw by Far for me
are you studying or working? what do you study/is your job?: working! i am a silly little analyst
what is the last country you visited: canada in june to get drunk by the lake for a week <3
what country would you want to move to after retiring?: france… maybe not. but also maybe yeah. idk i don’t have any other strong connections to places, u kno? and i’d like to travel (fingers crossed i Can retire at an age where i can still travel easily lol)
who was your first crush?: gene kelly in singin in the rain and on the town… formative movies for 3y/o me
how did you get into f1 fandom?: web weavings on tumblr + like three random instagram reels (the mclaren wavelength video being the only one i remember lol) + the empty hole unemployment left me with inside = instant obsession
no pressure tag…. @oscarpiastriwdc @ocontraire @crimsonicarus @lafaerie @mecachrome
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Hiiii I love your adventure swap au! Currently obsessing over Hyrule with Time's adventures. I have so many questions! Does he resent the sword too? How does he cope with all the ✨️Trauma✨️? Thank you for reading this!
Hyrule doesn’t necessarily resent the Master Sword, but it feels heavy. It was a burden that was placed on him far too young, and he can’t help but view the sword as a representation of the things he was chosen to endure. When he learns about Fi from Wild and Sky, he feels a bit guilty for how he views the sword, but tries to assure himself that it’s not that he dislikes Fi, it’s that he dislikes the thing her blade represents. (Maybe he wishes that Fi had been awake during his journey. Maybe if she had, he wouldn’t have felt so alone.)
Adding a cut here because it gets more into Hyrule’s trauma and how he copes. Nothing too serious or graphic, but it is a little heavy
Hyrule is at a particularly tough time in his life. He’s 17, right at the age he woke up at. He’d been sent back to live his childhood, yes, but he still remembers what it was like to be 10 years old in a 17 year old’s body. He distinctly remembers how wrong and unnatural it felt to simply exist in a nearly adult body, and even though he’s now grown into it naturally, he still clearly remembers a time when it had felt wrong, and those feelings linger like phantom sensations.
He doesn’t really know how to deal with it. He does what he can, doing his best to assure himself that this too shall pass (even if a part of his mind whispers doubts. He’d lived through a time where it wouldn’t pass, after all. Can he truly be sure it won’t happen again?). He doesn’t know how to combat the feeling of wrongness, so he just tries to do other things to help soothe it. He wears his favorite clothes frequently so that the comforting texture and shape won’t make him feel any worse, he does his best to keep his hands busy with his instruments even when he’s not playing, and if he gets too overwhelmed with it he shifts into his fairy form for a break. It’s always felt more natural than his Hylian form, after all.
When he was younger and got dragged into the war of eras, he expressed a lot of the complicated feelings he was going through by causing trouble. The Fierce Deity mask had seared marks onto his face and stolen the color from his eyes. Others found him creepy, and he leaned into it heavily. Getting a reaction out of adults was incredibly fun, but it also made it easier to handle the sort of rejection he was often facing. If he intentionally acted weird and creepy and found amusement in it, then it wouldn’t hurt so much when other people found him weird and creepy.
Meeting Time, Sky, and Wind’s Grandma during the war across eras was a huge help. Wind’s Grandma acted as both a comforting and an authority figure, Sky quickly got used to his antics and became a sort of older brother figure, and Time was the first kid his age that he didn’t feel completely disconnected with. Saying goodbye to them was difficult, but they all left lasting impacts on him and helped him start finding ways to cope with his struggles on his own.
Now that he’s reunited with some of them and met other heroes like him, he tries to figure out how they cope. He’s basically taking notes on how all of them cope, especially Time. Hyrule really starts looking up to time, especially after seeing him grow into someone who healed. If Time can do it, then so can he. It gives him hope that this rough time really will get better.
He struggles to sleep without playing a particular magic song to soothe himself (but even then it doesn’t work on the full moon). He struggles to find a balance between comforting solitude and being lonely, even among a group of people he considers brothers. He struggles with emotions he can’t put a name to and feelings he doesn’t know what to do with.
Despite these struggles, he’s not alone. He’s doing alright, and even if he often feels lost, uncertain, or just plain wrong, he’s working hard to help himself and heal.
#idk what this might need to have tagged#linked universe#lu au#lu hyrule#lu time#lu adventure swap au#also this failed to post the first time#OOF
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god has let me live another day and i'm about to make it everyone's problem:
HASBRO SWEETIE PUPS
I used to have one or two when i was a kid, whatever. Remembered them and my brain got way too tingly: long story short autism be damned im insane.
I got absolutely obsessed by them again, they used to be released in Brazil by the Estrela brand but they were made by Hasbro (my autistic ass never fails when it comer to plastic/vynil animals from hasbro). I already collect LPS but now that i have adult money i'm very invested to get these little guys.
Progress made so far:
☆Bichon Frise - VERY damaged fur, i'm currently plucking it all out one by one to reroot the hair. I won't be able to replicate whatever they did with the original Bichon Frise fur texture or styling buuuut i can try to replicate a Maltese since their vinyl bases are p much the same 👀👀
☆Shih Tzu : I'm OBSESSED. I originally bought this one bc it was almost for free and i didn't how how difficult it was to find him. Fur is almost perfect, the vinyl base and original paint has some damage going on :( i'll try to fix it and find his body online (seems like it will be HARD.)
Now time for the exciting part 👀👀
☆Poodle Toy: IN ITS ORIGINAL BOOOOOOOOX. UNOPENED. BRAZILIAN BOX VARIANT, they were called Fofi Dogs here!! Tbh the poodle toy wasn't in my priorities but the price and opportunity was WAY too good to let go.
Now. My whole ass pride and joy, probably will be my most cherished item forever.....
BICHON FRISE. IN. ITS. ORIGINAL. BOX. UNOPENED.
I never contacted a seller so fast in my entire life, as far as i know the Bichon Frise and some other breeds have an issue with the fur and styling going on bc of the texture, most of them are in pretty bad shape, the sintetic hair didn't seem to age well/behaved. I never seen a Bichon Frise being sold unopened. Besides that, got it for so cheap i just might go insane. I really hit the jackpot and i CANNOT wait to get my hands on it. Look at how perfect and in shape the hair ISSSS PLEASEEEEEEEEEE
#mine#fav#tommie speaks#sweetie puts#hasbro archive#hasbro#80s#toy collector#80s toys#puppy#autism#special interest#toys#actually autistic#pets#vintage toys#vintage
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Most-Listened of January 2024
[last month]
Yeah, winter officially hit this month. Half of December was too Finals to be winter, and the other half was me reflecting on the year in music (so lots of 2023's most hard-hitting songs, which weren't exactly cozy winter music!). But in January, the snowy-gray-won't-leave-the-house mood actually hit--and I think it shows in this list (prepare yourself for LOTS of gloomy folk)! There were so many exciting releases this month, though, even though I couldn't muster up all that much energy about them--I'm really excited to see how the Sleater-Kinney, G-IDLE & Andrea Santiago albums will age!
1 . Boy's a liar Pt.2 -- PinkPantheress, Ice Spice
Yeah I sooooo get it now!! Like I don't fully get the lyrics, but it's so charming that I don't care! It's peak girl-next-door sweetness :)
2. BDH - Acústica Versión -- Bely Basarte
The first time I heard this, I wrote down: "Now THIS is how you do layered harmonies, cowards." I stand by my assessment—this is proof that acoustic tracks aren't boring, at least not when you give them a soundscape as beautiful as this one!
3. Tanta adrenalina -- Bely Basarte
This reminds me of the summer I was obsessed with Chung Ha's "California Dream"—even in January, I need some light, fluffy house in my life! (And yes, you can see that my Bely Basarte phase has kept going strong from last month!!)
4. Big Black Car -- Gregory Alan Isakov
I am a sad boy <3 (HOPE WAS A LETTER I NEVER COULD SEND !!!!)
5. Lost On You -- LP
I've been watching Loudermilk this month, and when I heard this song in the end credits of an episode, I instantly went to find it online. It's so wonderfully desolate, especially with those vocals... and the soft jingling of the guitar... *happy arm wave*
6. Southern Star -- Gregory Alan Isakov
Can’t stop singing this one—the melody is pure magic!
7. When the Party's Over -- Faux Paz
I like the original version better, but I'll never get tired of Faux Paz, either!
8. Ungrateful -- Megan Thee Stallion, Key Glock
Saw @shyreol post about this, and I'm so glad I decided to check it out (thank you for sharing)!! I'm absolutely obsessed with the hook—instant comfort song!
9. The Healing Game -- Van Morrison
Loudermilk part 2. This one hasn't even been played in the show yet, as far as I know, it just gets quoted by one of the characters—and deservingly, because these lyrics hit HARD. (And now I can cross 'liking a new Van Morrison song' off my music bucket list for the year—thanks, Loudermilk!)
10. Lalalala -- Stray Kids
This one has lost most of its appeal after a few weeks of listening, but it was very good noise to keep me sensory-happy during some rough weeks (and that ‘lalalalala’ hook is still great)! We'll see how it ages, I guess!
11. The Fall -- Gregory Alan Isakov
Speaking of Stray Kids, Isakov's lower register in this song is GLORIOUS.
12. Soldier, Poet, King -- The Oh Hellos
Believe it or not, I hadn’t heard of this one before December! It’s so good tho :)
13. What's Love -- Empress Of, MUNA
This sounds like the best parts of nighttime—it’s a little more muted than most synthpop these days, but it manages to stand out with just how ethereal it is! The production really just gets more beautiful with every listen—okay, maybe I just have a thing for vocoders…
14. La isla de Lesbos -- Javiera Mena
I don't really remember listening to this one in the past month? But I'm not mad about it being here—it's a classic in my book, because I can never say no to sparkly house music!
15. Smiley -- Yena, Bibi
An instant shot of energy, every time!! So glad I finally added Yena to my stan list, her music soooo deserves it!
Five-Star Songs This Month:
Ungrateful -- Megan Thee Stallion, Key Glock
Hell -- Sleater-Kinney (i mentioned how excited i was about this album right?? i love the texture of this song i love how it go grrrrr i love the line “hell is just a place that / we can’t seem to live without” !! i have a very good feeling about this one helping me get through the year SCREEEEEE)
BDH - Acústica Versión — Bely Basarte
Certainty -- Big Thief (this is what love is to me btw like i realized this month that i don’t think any other song has captured it better so here we are) (YOU LAY BESIDE ME / SLEEPING ON A PLANE / IN THE FUUUUUTUREEEEEEEE)
Was I Just Another One -- Gregory Alan Isakov (i listened to this allll the time in 2020, but i ended up developing a new appreciation for its atmosphere this month like good god i’m in awe GLOOMY FOLK GLOOMY FOLK IT IS A WASTELAND IT IS IMMACULATE EEEEEE !!)
#me when 2024#the order on spotistats is different from on receiptify but it's basically the same thing so it's fineeeee
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I’ve been really struggling lately thinking about if I’m autistic or if the things I think are signs of autism are my social anxiety and/or adhd.
I need help. I don’t understand how to even look for more information that could help me. Ive read articles that somewhat make me think ‘oh maybe there’s merit in those idea’ but I just can’t find anything comprehensive in words that I can understand that also considers that I have other things that could be causing what I think is autism symptoms.
What if I’ve been masking so hard my entire life neither the people around me or myself noticed anything was wrong? I literally don’t remember most of my life so I don’t even have a reliable source on what I was feeling as a kid. I don’t think I would have talked about what I was feeling if I did feel something. But I don’t know if I did.
I’m very touch sensitive. I can’t wear certain fabrics. Touching something slimey makes me want to cry. I can’t clean up powder because the way it feels through the wet paper towel makes my skin crawl. I also hate wet paper towels. I need thick-ish drinks (chocolate milks) to swallow pills as in swallowing pills with water can make me physically recoil (but also I have a *microscopic* mouth so that could explain that one?). I’m extremely particular about food textures. I can’t eat Brussels sprouts, they make my throat constrict because they feel so bad in my mouth I don’t want to swallow them. That could just be my mom’s cooking being bland as hell though.
I’m sensitive to sound. I can’t be in loud places, it makes me anxious. A little distressed. I have misophonia. I can’t listen to people chewing or swallowing or breathing in my ear, it makes my skin crawl. Now misophonia could be an adhd thing but it’s so bad that I have to wear headphones (not earbuds or I would hear my own chewing, which isn’t *as* bad but still not great) *and* have music in the background when I eat dinner with people.
Sometimes when I’m overwhelmed and tired, I shut down. It becomes very hard to speak, not impossible but I have to charge up my voice in order to get anything out and it’s very mouse-ish. Quiet and meek and mumbly. I become extremely sensitive in this state, no one could touch me or i would want to cry, every sound is louder and makes me jump, even my taste is different. My emotions slow down to protect myself from feeling any more overwhelmed. I saw my brother for the first time in maybe a year when I was in this state and I couldn’t even be properly excited about it. I had to recharge, something that took at least an hour.
I need a lot of time to myself. I am hesitant to go out and do things with people because the only thing I usually do is be by myself (change in routine).
I obsess over things for months to years at a time. I try to learn everything I can about that thing. I love talking to people about what I know. I love learning about what other people know.
And it’s so fucking hard to find information on how this can show in adults because for some reason adhd and autism is talked about like only children have it.
Maybe I’ll feel different once I get into college, but it’d be useful to know this about myself, yknow?
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Sims Tag Game
Tagged by: No one, but I saw it going around and wanted to fill it out anyway. ;)
What’s your favourite sims death?
I think it would have to be Cardiac Explosion. I just find the idea of a sim getting so mad that their heart explodes hilarious, I don't know why! ^^
Alpha CC or Maxis Match?
I've always been pretty Maxis Match. If I were to go Alpha I'd have to change *everything* in the game to match otherwise it would bug the crap outtah me, and gosh, that would be WAY too much work. x___x I also just love the cartoony aesthetic a heck of a lot more.
Do you cheat when your sims gain weight?
No, not usually. Only if the weight gain/loss was completely unrealistic to what I'd expect because the game's systems don't work the way I'd like. Sometimes I become attached to the idea of a sim being a certain way, but I usually let their natural metabolism win out in the game. I love me some soft, chubby sims! :)
Do you use move objects?
Yes!
Favorite mod?
Ooof, this is hard… I've become very fond of most of Lumpinou's mods. MissyHissy has a lot of great mods that flesh out the gameplay in a maxis-match way, too! Though I probably get the most use out of Wonderful Whims and Meaningful Stories; the game just doesn't feel right without them!
First expansion/game/stuff pack you got?
Gosh, this was so long ago I can barely remember… it was probably Get Together or City Living.
Do you pronounce “live mode” like aLIVE or LIVing?
aLIVE Mode, like "we're going LIVE to Bella Goth in Willow Creek!"
Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made?
This is a hard one, because I love them all so much! 🥹 Philomena Velasquez will always hold a special place in my heart as my first Sims 4 legacy founder who was super fun to play (even though I didn't have a simblr blog at the time so none of it is documented anywhere). But I also have a major soft spot for Gabriel McKinley. She has the best resting bitch face. :D
Have you made a simself?
Yup, I may be a little too obsessed with them, hahaha
What sim traits do you give yourself?
Usually: Geek, unflirty, and either creative/maker. Since we can have more than that now, I might also add dog lover, loyal, and lazy (because it matches my ME/CFS symptoms closest).
Which is your favorite EA hair color?
The second brown swatch, the new one with the nice warm highlights. :D Swatch #4. 👍
Favorite EA hair?
I love the base game half-tied back tight curly hair, the one that was added in a free patch not too long ago. ^^ (SDX015CoilyTwistback)
Favorite life stage?
I have a soft spot for all of them for different reasons, but I do really love it when my sims reach Elderhood and develop wrinkles and grey hair and start to slow down. :) Feels like a reward after a long, hard life! I love giving my elders a few more days using MCCC so they can enjoy being grandparents. ^^
Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay?
99% gameplay! I will occasionally build if the madness strikes me, but I usually rely on builds shared by others here on Tumblr or on the gallery. I'm not very good at designing actual buildings, and I get so caught up in decorating sometimes that it takes HOURS. x___X
Are you a CC creator?
I am! I haven't yet broken into anything that requires Blender, but if it's a simple 2D .png texture edit I'm all over it. :D
Do you have any simblr friends/a sim squad?
Nope! It's just me, which is absolutely fine! I have friends elsewhere. I just really don't get on with Discord, and that seems to be where most simblr folks hang out in groups.
What’s your favorite game? (Sims 1, 2, 3, or 4)
I've played all of them, and every time the new game was an improvement on the old, for various reasons. I played SO MUCH of the Sims 2 when I was a kid/in high school, it really stoked the flames of my life-long Sims addiction. While I've gone back and tried to play all the old games again recently, I just couldn't get back into them. The Sims 4 currently has my whole heart. I love the aesthetic, and there's so much content to it now I don't really want for anything that the older games had. (Except perhaps more chaos/whimsy/custom animations for various interactions. :) )
Do you have any sims merch?
Other than the video games themselves, nope!
Do you have a YouTube for sims?
Nope! Not really a video content person. ^^
How has your “sim style” changed throughout your years of playing?
It hasn't, much; though I suppose I keep finding new skin details that I fall in love with and start using on every sim, so you can see different phases that way. I might go a little maxis mix when it comes to some skin details nowadays. ^^;
What’s your Origin ID?
Rheall
Who’s your favorite CC creator?
Oh gosh, I have so many! For hairs, Okruee, Dogsill, and Simstrouble never let me down. I also love Shysimblr's stuff, SleepingSims, and Simtric's. Saurus' hair is still such an important staple for me, too! For clothes, Joliebean, Trillyke, LadyFu's recolours, Nucrests, Simkoos, Renorasims, Sifix, Jius, Rusty, Serenity, VIIAVI… Max20 has a chokehold on me for BB stuff, as does SIXAMcc, Surely-Sims, awingedllama and Ravasheen.
Sorry, I honestly can't pick just one. ;____;
How long have you had a simblr?
I started this one in Oct 2020, I think. Wasn't really in the Simblr community at any other time, though I did try to create some CC back in TS2 days on ModTheSims. ^^
How do you edit your pictures?
I mostly rely on my Gshade preset to do most of the colour editing/DOF stuff, then I do a teensy bit more in Photoshop and apply TopazClean. I made a post about my current process here. I also have some older examples/downloads here and here. When I first started I did all my editing in Clip Studio Paint; Photoshop isn't a requirement to get nice screenshots. :)
What expansion/game/stuff pack is your favorite so far?
This is also a hard one! I'm really enjoying all the stuff added with Growing Together. Definitely the best expansion pack in a while. City Living, Seasons, and Cats & Dogs are also fantastic. The game packs that add new occults, Vampires and Werewolves, are also good fun! And as far as added gameplay goes, Strangerville is a really great buy.
What expansion/game/stuff pack do you want next?
I can't lie, I'm super excited about the idea of a horse-themed pack, but I know it won't be as good as I hope it will be. X) As far as anything else? Hmm… I'd love more career variety in terms of how it interacts with gameplay (fewer boring rabbit hole careers, for example), and more apartment lots. Another city-styled world would be amazing, as well as worlds based on different places around the globe. I love Sulani, Mt. Komorebi, Tartosa, etc., let's get more variety! 💪
Tagging: I tag everyone who stops to smell the flowers. <3
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hihihi friend anon here! i live for your stobin headcanons don't apologise for it being long!!
my friend and i make friendship bracelets for each other every year for our birthdays, but because we were born like two days apart we just end up making them together and swapping. i remember one year i made us matching ones in the colours of the upside down (blue, red, orange, black)!
also yes stobin closet jokes. dustin says something about a coat hanging in his closet for winter and robin laughs so hard, like giggling, that she has to down an entire glass of water.
oh aro stobin is my favourite thing <3 idk if you've read the "aro stobin cinematic universe" series (2 works so far, they're phenomenal) but it was sosososo good!!
steve's parents definitely own a bed that is very big so sometimes stobin have their sleepovers there and jump on the bed like little kids. not like mr and mrs harrington will find out anyways!
also dustin finding it so cute that stobin dyed their hair to match..... he takes a million photos on his mom's camera :O
steve and robin take hair curlers and shit and have a proper spa day one day and they look fabulous after <3
also i love your friendship bracelet headcanons they are so sweet 😭😭
stobin house sitting for the hendersons and breaking into claudia’s hair curlers and making facials… steve is a career cat sitter for claudia i know this is true
erica does make fun of them for being dorks and matching their hair but also she totally idolizes robin so she’s like mocking them to their faces but laying out a full legal defense to her mom about why she should be allowed to dye her hair and getting brutally but lovingly shut down
also yes i know that the harringtons have like a california king and robin makes so many innuendos about why but steve will literally plug his ears + go lalalala. i feel like they use steve’s parents room when they wanna pamper themselves like for a spa day but otherwise sleep in steve’s or even at robins place just bc they’re cozier <3 i know robins twin bed is a safe space for them.
i haven’t read rebel robin but i’m actually obsessed with her hippie parents and i love when people hc the buckleys as suspecting that robin is gay and trying to be supportive of her relationship with steve but also very confused by it (shoutout to findafight’s recent post obvi).
to me the buckleys are a jello family and i think steve tries so hard to be casual about it but he hates it like jello is an evil texture. i’m torn bc i can so clearly imagine robins parents loving jello but i feel like she would think it’s a bad texture as well… but also the idea of steve over for dinner at the buckley house and mrs buckley sets down like one of those awful intricate 70s jellos in the center of the table and everyone digs in and steve is sitting there like yeah🤢😃thank you mrs buckley😃🤢this is great🤮😃
#all this while wearing friendship bracelets#stobin#robin buckley#steve harrington#ask#also i fs have to check out the aro stobin stuff… seen a few posts floating around but is the cinematic universe a full fic!#<- pretend that’s a ? i don’t wanna retype#i don’t actually have an ao3 acct tho so if it’s restricted i’m shit outta luck lol#erica looking up to robin is so sweet to me…
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7 and 10 for Alphys?
thank you!!!
7 ended up being like. a short improvisational fic. i didn't intend for that to happen but. it did lol. so i'm putting it under a cut because lemgth
7 - food/cooking
she had a friend for a while, not too memorable as a person, apparently, since even his name evades her now, but she remembers he liked to take her places, interrupting her weekend staycations to drag her off to the light rail station and into the City, the terribly big City with its too-cool bourgeois bars and loud, crowded basement shows and crosswalks crawling with humans and monsters who wore and walked a swagger that made her feel infinitesimal in her already diminutive frame. her friend (what’d he look like, again? tall?), tall and cosmopolitan amidst the chaos, seemed oddly at ease there, radiating a patient peace from his palm into hers as he coaxed her along, pointing out curiosities as they walked — historical-place plaques, architectural oddities, trees in funny shapes.
she had to admit it was fun once she’d shivered off the overwhelm, and she quickly found her favorite spots: the central library, the biggest she’d seen since her grad school days, where they’d pick through heavy textbooks and study antique maps with subdued glee; Third Thursdays after-hours at the science museum, where they’d grab grown-up drinks and indulge their inner kids with planetarium shows and ancient bones, riding the earthquake simulator as many times as they could stand; the two-story Japanese bookstore, where she’d pull him around manga shelves and chatter about Mew Mew and Hacksaw Guy and Horodehoro, where he’d read her snippets of poetry from the untranslated books and share in her awe at the Perfect Grade Fundams her schoolteacher salary could never justify buying; and, of course, the Ramen Shop, tucked under a faded awning in an alley a few blocks away, that dished out fragrant bowls of springy noodles entirely unlike the drab instant cups of her day-to-day. the best trips always included a dip into sticky tonkotsu or bright yuzu shio and cups of sake, cloudy-sweet or dark and mushroom-dank, as she relayed the funnier stories of failed experiments from her university lab, her friend (the smile. right. the smile.) flashing crooked grins between sips.
it's been years since her friend seemingly vanished, taking with him the City trips and, most tragically, the Ramen Shop. she finally decides to try it on her own, stepping out shakily onto the International District platform, only to find herself rocked again by the bustle of it all, lacking reinforcement and convinced she’ll crumble. she huddles on a bench until her brain stops buzzing and some semblance of strength returns to her knees, and then she books it onto the next train to Hometown, looking up instant ramen hacks on her phone to pass the time, to imagine something filling the aching emptiness suddenly groaning below her chest.
she browses blankly through college recipe blogs and listicles before something catches her eye: How to Make Perfect Tonkotsu at Home, from a website claiming brazenly the seriousness of its eats, and indeed the article is obsessive – scientific, even – in its approach. the author tests and documents, comparing cuts of bone for optimal yields of collagen, gelatin, and fats, boiling spaghetti in alkaline solutions to replicate the texture of authentic noodles, charting the moisture loss of pork belly under various cooking methods, even cooking bagged slices in a precise bain-marie and finishing them perfectly Maillard with a blowtorch. a freaking blowtorch!
so enthralled is she by methodology that she hardly thinks twice before exiting at an early stop, Awaytown, home to Hometown's nearest full-sized supermarket, through which she winds with laser focus and fills a basket with things she’s never before thought to buy. who knew they sold bags of pork trotters in the same aisle as the frozen dumplings?
it isn’t until she’s in her little apartment kitchen, looking over the ingredients occupying every inch of counter space, that she remembers she’s never cooked anything in her life more advanced than jarred sauce over pasta, and again comes the quake.
she steels herself this time, hugging her arms around her chest, trying her best to think calmly through the steps before her. first, blanch and clean the bones…
the bones. she squeezes her sides, reminded of her ribs, her spine, her structure rattling inside while still retaining her shape.
“Impressive seismic engineering,” he said, gently shaking her shoulder as they wobbled off the simulation. “Strong material, to start. Counteractive damping. Fluid sockets for shock absorption and shearing. We are not all so durable or flexible, you know.”
She laughed. “I’m surprised they even let you on that thing.”
“I suppose they leave such concerns to the waiver,” he replied through an impish smile, removing his hand from her shoulder before reattaching it, nonchalantly, to his other arm.
…he did what? that can’t be right. brains find strange ways to fill in gaps.
what was she doing, again? she glances at the article open on her phone. a new experiment. that’s right. she rolls up her sleeves with trembling hands and sets herself to work.
10 - sleep
she’s been a bad sleeper since she was a kid, thrashing and mumbling frantically, kicking her parents while sleeping between them, scaring the shit out of superstitious kids at summer camp, getting chewed out by dorm-mates for making so much noise the night before finals.
she hardly has nightmares, far as she can tell upon waking. it doesn't work like the familiar anxiety of the light, the stumbling, jumbled-up thoughts, the catastrophic ideation and trembling prey-animal flush.
the fear in the dark is a more primal possessor, fearful and dumb and unable to express itself except through whimpers and the clumsy puppeting of limbs. it has no words to describe itself, no images it can present to her. it hides deep in her gut, her muscles, her throat, biding time for dreams to distract her mind before it tries to claw its way out.*
the first morning she wakes up with undyne is the first morning in years that she wakes up rested, the bedsheets untangled, her palms dry of clammy sweats, the demon in her seemingly eased by the gentle squeeze of powerful arms, the warm lips against her shoulder, the deep, rhythmic push of the breathing body against her back. as she nestles into calming compression, she feels the tickle of an idea.
i bet she'd love the Ramen Shop.
*this is about somaticized complex stress to be clear LMAO she's not actually possessed by chara undertale or whatever. ok
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sometimes i think there’s definitely something like. diagnosably wrong with my personality + the more i examine my childhood the more i’m convinced there’s an explanation.
got gifted a guidebook for the sims that had a SUPER detailed multi-generational tutorial playthrough which was just a cool way to highlight all the fun new mechanics of the game but kid me followed this tutorial with complete unwavering rigidity every time and felt like i was somehow playing the sims (a game with literally no rules) wrong or that it didn’t count if i didn’t follow the guide letter for letter what kind of...
#i’ve got a super spotty memory thanks 2 some light childhood trauma but when i do remember things#or when other people tell me things about myself as a kid it’s like. this all adds up to something i just don’t know what#i had very very very definite obsessive compulsive tendencies#i was very into organising + sorting things like beads or lego#very fussy about foods + couldn’t do like. texture in some ways???#then mum was talking today about how i wasn’t into messy play at all as a kid#+ i’m funny as an adult about textures not so much in terms of eating but in terms of physical touch#i can eat whatever now but touching nailfiles gives me the heebie jeebies#actually gritty/sandy textures are all bad#makes sense that i hated the beach#then there’s stuff like i’d get phrases stuck in my head + would repeat them over and over to the point i couldn’t sleep sometimes#my social skills were + still are useless#i never related to people my own age y’know?#i didn’t still don’t handle change well + have always been very routined#there’s so many things i’m forgetting / i’m not aware of but it just feels like maybe instead of this just being me being a quirky kid#there’s an Actual Explanation for why i am the way i am y’know? + i think having some sort of answer would be very relieving + helpful#i mean no offense by any of this i’m just babbling#if anyone wants 2 psychoanalyse me in my inbox go ahead!!! i’m on a waiting list for CBT thru queds + i’m trying to be a little more#introspective leading up so i can kind of go in with a bit more insight if that makes sense#personal
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any teen/high school xiaoven hcs aside from ones you've already talked abt?? i'm a sucker for mutual pining and these idiots are very cringe and sappy
omg.......maybe not the same au but a slightly different hs au...
xiao is the weird kid. as in, people think he's weird since he's so blunt and straightforward and doesn't get sarcasm or jokes and can't really talk to people. he also doesn't give a shit about fashion so he's like. hoodies n sweats every day or smthn
so xiao is kinda.... ostracized. anyone who does try and talk to him quickly gets bored by his random bird facts and obscure history knowledge (because he really doesn't know how to do small talk or conversation)
venti is popular. maybe not by choice. but he's pretty and he dresses nice and smells nice and is just quirky enough to be cute without being weird and everyone wants to be his friend
maybe one day, venti's fucking tired of it and he runs off to hide in some stairwell at the far end of the school. but surprise! this is where xiao hides out during lunch. venti's about to groan n run away again when xiao's like "oh......i'll find somewhere else....."
n venti feels bad about ousting xiao from his usual spot so he tells xiao he can stay. they sit in silence. xiao offers an apple. he admits his dad always packs them in his lunches but he hates the texture and never eats them (usually just leaving them outside for an animal to grab or smthn)
cue venti immediately getting attached to xiao (give venti an apple n he will love you forever) and staying there the whole lunch break. they don't say much to each other but when venti leaves he asks "is it okay if i come back tomorrow?" and xiao shrugs "do what you want."
so he does come back. every day he comes back. he always makes sure to lose his gaggle of followers before doubling back around and going to xiao. it becomes routine
venti, xiao quickly finds out, is a lot more quirky than people think. as in, he hides a lot of his true self from people. he listens to all of xiao's bird facts and offers some of his own. he talks himself into tangents where he can't remember what he even started with (until xiao quietly reminds him where the conversation started and what venti was trying to say in the first place). he talks a lot about music and poetry and writing. and he doesn't seem to mind when xiao doesn't have the "right" response or he just doesn't respond (since he doesn't know what to say in the first place)
xiao listens to venti and remembers the things venti tells him. he spends a night at home learning how to make origami cecilias and gets to school early just so he can leave it at venti's locker without anyone seeing. venti mentioned how he always wanted a pen pal so they start exchanging letters through their lockers too
they're not afraid to be themselves with each other. they both have to hide—xiao so he doesn't get harassed even more than he already does, and venti so he doesn't get turned on by the rabid horde of high schoolers obsessed with him (there are a few other good friends he has that he's comfortable with. but not nearly on the same level as xiao)—but around each other, there's never any judgement for stims or ticks or infodumping or anything like that
xiao is safe. he's comfortable. he's respite in the hell that is high school. he's a break from the mask venti has to wear. he's warm and soft and kind and gentle and thoughtful and goes out of his way to make venti feel better. venti can offhandedly mention wanting something small in midst of his rambles and find it in his locker the next day. it's the small things. the little things. the things that make venti feel more like a person with xiao
venti is fun. he's bright and fun and kind and encouraging. he's smart. he doesn't get offended when xiao doesn't understand his jokes, and even explains them so xiao can understand. he pays attention to xiao and doesn't get fed up when he just says another bird fact instead of contributing to the conversation (venti does see this as a contribution, though, and will endlessly defend it). venti is welcoming and bright and makes xiao feel like he can relax for once
obviously, they fall in love. venti's other friends start noticing his change in behavior and tease him about it, but venti vehemently refuses to reveal who it is (not because he's ashamed or doesn't want people to know, solely because he knows xiao would be uncomfortable with the attention or that venti has suddenly told other people about their special, shared moments)
xiao admits he wants physical affection, he just doesn't know how to ask for it or what to do. so venti helps him. they start off small—holding hands. then leaning their heads on each other. hugging. and by this point, they just start cuddling shamelessly. xiao makes a joke one day (a joke!) and venti laughs. he gets so caught up that he kisses xiao on the cheek
cue xiao.exe has stopped working. venti's practically in his lap but starts freaking out and apologizing because he didn't make sure it was okay with xiao first and he doesn't want to make him uncomfortable or push his boundaries too much. but xiao squeezes his eyes shut and goes to kiss venti's cheek in turn, only to catch venti's lips right when he's turning his head
they both get so flustered
but when venti sees that xiao is not, in fact, mortified or disgusted and is instead just quietly losing his mind like venti is, he admits his feelings. xiao awkwardly and quietly admits it's mutual
they go slow. like super slow. it takes maybe a few months before venti even tells his friends, another before he tells them it's xiao, and yet another before he introduces them
obviously they get married and have a bajillion babies and fifty million birds (re: the bird feeder outside their house and the murder of crows xiao befriends) and live happily ever after
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any spare levi headcanons tonight????? 😁😁😁😁
Sure, why not, he is the love of my life after all. These are pretty random, and fit in some sort of generalized modern boyfriend au. Hopelessly domestic, as that is the nature of nearly everything I write for Levi, anyway. Also still terribly obsessed with the idea of him with a motorcycle, so there’s that.
He owns at least six black blazers. They’re nearly identical; slight differences in texture and cut, one with lapels, one that’s boldly all leather that you swear you’ve never seen him wear. They’re kind of his go-to staple, other than a sweater.
That being said, he doesn’t exclusively wear all black. His closet leans towards more neutrals, sure, but he’s not allergic to color. You might not catch him wearing neon orange on the average day, but he’s not averse to a nice shade of green, any shade of purple that suits his mood, even a softer pink.
He has towels and rags he sets aside especially for you when he comes over. He always washes them and put them back in place when you leave so that they’re ready to go for next time.
Claims to not have any attachment to the shows/dramas you watch, but he’s totally backseat watching. Halfway into every single series, he starts sitting down when you turn it on, and scoffs at dumb decisions the characters make.
He splurged on one of those frame TVs that look like a painting when they’re idle. It was a good investment in his opinion.
He doesn’t hate Starbucks drinks—there’s worse things out there in terms of quality of tea. What he despises about the establishment is the way they call out names for you to pick up your order. He’s learned that mobile order ahead is the way to go.
Has slippers for around the house, so consequently, you have slippers for walking around his house. He keeps both pairs (and a few extra for friends and guests) tucked neatly beside the door for easy access; yours always go next to his.
Does not understand the purpose of a robe. Buy him one tho and he will suddenly find an excuse to wear it: making breakfast, lounging around watching TV, doing some light cleaning and dusting. It’s comfy, alright, he can admit that much.
The little puppy you got him that he swore he was not going to warm up to now gets the royal treatment. The best doggie goods and treats, top rated shampoos, cutest drying towels, even a miniature couch he constructed just for the pup. They’re best friends, there’s no breaking that bond now.
Speaking of the puppy, affectionately named Captain, Levi can be found walking him every day shortly after work. They have a few different routes, but they always pass by the local vendors/market, who enthusiastically anticipate their appearance every day. Some of the older ladies running stands have even taken to bringing a few treats with them for Captain—after bundling up some goods for Levi, too, of course.
Captain also has a special doggy backpack Levi uses for when he’s on his motorcycle. If you follow anybody on TikTok in his area, you’re bound to see at least one video of the pup while Levi’s out riding. He’s become viral on social media without even knowing it.
(When you show him a video someone posted of him and Captain with well over 100k likes, and a million views, he only rolled his eyes. But remembers that particularly day; remembers the folks had a kid who politely asked to pet the dog, so he let him. He also maybe asks you to send the link to him).
On the subject of the motorcycle, there was a good few weeks he wouldn’t let you on it. Always found an excuse, a smart reply that was punctuated with gentle push on your forehead and calling you too clumsy for it. Later, you found out it’s because he’d ordered you a helmet; didn’t want to risk you riding without one.
He always keeps it in the storage compartment should he make a stop to pick you up while he’s riding; and he usually wears at least two layers to have a spare to wrap you in before you get on.
When he cooks, he always makes sure there’s enough for leftovers and/or to give you some later. He also bakes frequently, and at least once a week, he stops by with some kind of treat for you—“Trying out a new recipe, let me know if you think it’s missing anything.”
On the subject of food, he won’t police what you eat to annoying extent; he knows that not everybody has the time or will to make pasta from scratch like he does. But, he will smack your wrist if you consider ordering fast food when you’re over at this place. Give him 30 minutes and a single pan, he’ll make something much better than whatever you can find on Uber Eats.
Really, though, he doesn’t mean to obnoxious about the homemade food thing, it’s more habit for him. Growing up, he had to learn to be resourceful, so buying fast-food isn’t ever at the forefront of his mind. Cooking for you also turns out to be something somewhat intimate that he enjoys, so just let him.
Once bought an Apple Watch because he liked the look of them, it wasn’t insanely expensive like other high end watches, and it could connect to his other devices, so why not? A week later he returned it, the ping of his notifications were in one too many places for his liking.
You tried to convince him to keep it—“At least for when you’re jogging! It can track your activity and calories!”—but he clicks his teeth. He’ll survive without keeping track of them.
He learned the hard way that jogging with Captain is no good. His legs are too tiny and Levi ended up carrying the puppy the entire time. Captain is more of a walk dog… or ride on the back of his bike dog.
If you changed anything in his phone settings—like the ringtone for you contact, or the sound his keyboard makes—he wouldn’t go back in and try to figure out how to reset it. Unless it was something obnoxious, like adding an autocorrect shortcut to say something lewd.
He doesn’t really listen to music when he’s just walking. When he’s on a run, that’s fine, but he somewhat prefers to just… hear the environment around him when he’s on a stroll or a break from work. The only reason he’d have headphones on in public is to take a phone call, but even then, he’d prefer to wait until he’s somewhere more private.
He likes having you over at his apartment and has contemplated asking you to move in. He doesn’t want to rush anything, though, so he’s content with your sleepovers for now. (Though he really cannot fathom that you call them “sleepovers” like you’re 14. Please).
He speaks to his mother at least once a week, and she always asks about you. Levi tells her that you’re fine, gives her small updates about you, but Kuchel really just wants to know when the wedding is. He pretends to be busy whenever she starts asking and conveniently ends the call.
Occasionally, he’ll stop by and take you out for lunch. Depends on how much time he has during the day for himself, but he always enjoys sharing a meal with you.
Whenever you’re out with your friends drinking, Levi will pick you up. Even if you already told him that you’d Uber home; as soon as you text him that you’re going to leave soon, he’s already on his way.
He makes pretty good cocktails himself. Teases you for running his alcohol supply dry when the truth is he has more of your favorites in his cabinet than his own. He secretly likes the way you flirt with him when you’re tipsy.
You don’t always cuddle on top of each other when you sleep together. You can just lay by each other and that’s enough; but sometimes, you catch Levi turning towards you in his sleep, reaching for your hand. His body seems to search for yours subconsciously, and you swear there’s a hint of a smile on his sleeping face when you put your hand within reach.
Do not try to pay for dinner when you’re out with him. He’ll pull the “I’m going to use the restroom” move and pay the bill behind your back if he needs to. Open your own doors, maybe; pull out your own chairs, sure if you want; but not this.
He flosses very diligently every night. Mostly because he fucking hates the dentist, so if he takes the extra steps and is extra careful with his teeth, he doesn’t have to go as often, right?—Wrong, it’s the one time the roles are reversed, and you and Hange have to wrestle him into the doctor’s office.
On the flip side, if there are any doctors you routinely avoid and/or forget to schedule check ups for, fear not, because Levi will do it for you. He’ll drive you there, too—the only caveat being, that he usually doesn’t tell you where you’re going until you’re almost there. You think he’s doing the mysterious man surprise date thing and then boom, he’s pulling up to the ophthalmologist. Good luck.
He’s purchased a physical, paper copy of the news on every one of your anniversaries, birthdays, and other special occasions. He keeps them all neatly tucked away in a drawer. Sometimes, he looks back on them—sees what was happening in the world around you on that day. Maybe someday he’ll cut them up and bind them together in a book for you.
He doesn’t like having headphones in when you’re home with him, and preferred if you didn’t either—unless it was for work or school. He welcomes you to use his speakers and play your music aloud; he likes listening to what you listen to. If you look closely, you can catch him humming along or tapping his foot when he really likes a song.
Saves pictures you send him in an album in his camera roll. Occasionally can be found scrolling through them—particularly if you’ve been away on a trip, or he hasn’t gotten the chance to see you because of conflicting schedules.
He takes relatively short showers and doesn’t have a strong preference for the water temperature, so he lets you shower first. Unless you want him to join you, of course.
It’s not hard to tell when Levi wants you. He becomes noticeably more touchy, even if that margin isn’t too wide by anyone else’s standards; and he rarely tries to hide it. It only happens in the privacy of your apartments; but he’ll come on to you—leaning a bit further into conversations, a hand on your knee, a kind of cloudy look in his eyes.
Sometimes he forgoes the attempts at being subtle, just kisses you out the blue, carefully backs you up against the wall, puts his hands on your hips. He can be awfully direct when given the opportunity.
#anonymous#[dreamy sight] levi where art thou levi.......... i am yearning deeply#levi x reader#aot x reader#levi smut#levi fluff#snk x reader#aot imagines
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Best Of Me | One
Pairings : →ot7 x reader, poly!BTS x reader
Genre : → vampireau, yandere!au, age gap, gore, obsessive behavior, ddlg/caregiver, poly, fantasy, supernaturals
summary : It’s quite unusual to find a little baby on your doorstep, especially that their area was not of the poorest - you could say that a vampire town was efficient with money and snobby creatures. However over time the first idea of just giving back the little girl seems more and more radical and those moody vampires slowly start perceiving deeper feelings to human they even wanted to kill.
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So im not really as happy as i wanted to be with this chapter, but its the first one that i needed to translate. Suprisingly Its easier for me to write the whole thing myslef than translating it from my native language. + Remember to leave something and im happy to say that we can start an ask game with the characters from my books
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Surprisingly this day was awfully ugly for such a beautiful season. Heavy rain was falling on the ground creating the big sheets of wall with those millions droplets that practically covered the whole view outside of the freshly cleaned window.
Tired sigh pierced the quiet, as for the household members, house only causing the weird tension to increase that was there from the early morning. Dark hair of the boy moved with him, now facing the cold, wet window.
Hyung…” Groaned the boy crashing on the couch closing the eyes in the process a little frustrated. Walking just next to him, a little taller man with bright yellow hair, looked at the dark haired one with a tired stare.
“I don’t have time Jungkook, go torture Yoongi or something.” A snort came out of the older one after the not so innocent proposition, as he kept carrying the big basket full of clothes.
And again he was alone. The youngest of the brothers, being the one who never knew what to do with his free time, wandering in the halls and every couch he could spot in their cosy house. His dark chocolate hair falling on his face, a little too long for his liking, but he was too lazy to actually do something with them.
Again that not happy groan left his lips, and wriggling similar to a child that did not get a toy he wanted, in the end forcing him to sit on the couch with a big pout. It was not normal in this household, the whole quiet and calm act, especially considering the residents he shared the home with.
They are more similar to animals than gentelems that appreciate a quiet time. So the weird atmosphere was definitely an unsettling thing for the youngest.
Again looking at the dark view outside the window, he tried to see the cause of all of this. Completely as if something was meant to happen, like the quiet before the storm.
And let me tell you, Jungkooks 6th sense never fails. Just as he thought that maybe just maybe this time he was wrong, a ring echoed in the whole household.
“Someone is gonna open it?!” He shouted being too irritated to even do it himself, despite being the closest to the doors.
Of course, nobody answered. So angry he was at this moment he got up from a nice cozy couch and with heavy steps he came to the big chunk of the wood.
He opened the door not that gently, mumbling an annoyed “what?”
So how irritated he got when he saw nothing, a void, the same doorstep and gate that stood there everyday, now with a big wall of rain to spice up the view. He looked around, now a little confused, while thinking that maybe someone was in the mood for jokes. But how stupid the idea of that was when he remebered, that for his hundreds years of living in this world the first time that actually someone managed to make fun of him was today.
And oh god he started to get so pissed.
So imagine how shocked he was when just before he closed the door he heard a really unusual sound coming from his feets. Unhappy sobs rang in the quiet afternoon immediately attracting his attention.
The young vampire was more than shocked, looking at the child in the pille of pastel colored blankets. Small sobs now increased in a big crocodile's tears with disturbing sounds of the kids crying.
“”No, no, no, please be quiet, we don’t want to wake up the old, ugly, moody grandpa. do we?” He panicked, whispering the words to the child that now laid in his arms. He just prayed that the actual old vampire really didn't take up because of the cries.
As the kid started to calm down, he stared at it with an unreadable emotion. It was a weird feeling, holding the delicate creature in his arm, knowing that just one wrong move, and the child would never cry again.
So what was that feeling that stirred down his stomach as the little creature grabbed his finger with a big open mouth. The sick emotion only made him panic even more, while looking back inside the house.
He decidied,. Sneaking was nothing new for his ninja move, and he strongly believed in his skills of not getting caught with a surprise in his arms. In the end the spiderman socks were a good choice, as their soft material made nearly no sound on the floor.
His stress level went higher with each step that brought him closer to the room that he knew he could not miss. The sound of a knife and cutting rung in his ears is similar to the music in horror music he likes to watch, now making him understand a feeling of pure fear.
Eyes closed while praying that the blonde man won’t turn around catching him in his act. But how wrong he was to believe in such a miracle. Nothing and absolutely gets past Kim Seokjin.
“Jeon Jungkook…” He died, completely freezing in place. Not opening his eyes he waited thinking that maybe it was just his head messing with him, and the blonde boy never actually turned to him. “What have you done again. If I need to clean the mess once again from the ketchup, I'm not going to…”
And as Jungkook thought that nothing can go worse, the little chil laughed a happy giggle while making the grabby hands for his bracelet.
“Jungkook?...What exactly are you holding?” The question like a knife cutted the heavy atmosphere in half. The silence just after that louder than everything he has heard before. He was even sure that he felt his nonexisting heart stopping. “Did you fucking steall a child?! I can’t be…”
“No! It’s not like that I swear I found it on our doorstep.”
“Do you really think think I am that stupid? How even the child could just appear there hm? Rolled there or better flyed on its plush unicorn?”
“Hyung, please you are going to wake up others.” He didn’t even hesitate to beg, looking at the blonde with such terrified eyes. The child in his arms happily munching on his bracelet completely unaware of the tension.
“Why would I care about others! You brought a child Jungkook, how can i be calm!?”
Dark haired unconsciously looked around with gritted teeth, now just waiting for the rest to appear. And he did not need to wait long, as just after he looked back at the blonde, someone came from the other side of the kitchen door.
Tall man with peachy hair and raspy voice, trying to get rid of the rest of his sleep, now scratching his head with confused expressions. Who wouldn’t be confused in this place, seeing a literal child in a house full of old vampires.
“What is this mess all about? You know what hour it is?” Said the tallest one. Blondie one only snorted as if offended while crossing his arms. “What?”
“Nothing.” Oldest mumbled irritated. The tallest only raised his brow, and repeated the question once again. Jungkook being now forgotten with the child trying to catch his attention with little sounds. “You dare to remind me of the hour?! Do you know how many nights I didn’t sleep because of you! If I just could silence you for good, you would have long ago ended like the voldemort, yes i'm talking about that nose of yours”
The taller one immediately touched his nose gasping not believing in what he just heard, now trying to silently disappear from the harash stare of his older brother.
As the peach hired one hid behind a counter, the attention now came back to the snaking Jungkook. More pairs of footsteps rang in the quietness of the home, slowly showing other people.
“Jin-hyung is angry again? What happened I want to see.” Announced the newcomer, sliding on his perfectly white socks.
“Who is angry here?! You want to see how angry I can be you...you…”
“You silly goose?”
“No that's to lame.”
“Dipshit?”
“You dipshit! Thank you Namjoon.” He finished with a red face. The newcomer only rolled his eyes, while making the shortest of the brothers that came with him laugh.
“Since everyone is here…” The tallest started.
“Wait, where is Yoongi.” Asked the red haired one, while leaning on the counter with a mysteriously made coffee.
“Here.” All of them shouted, hearing the sudden voice, and seeing the new person that appeared with a lightning of thunder. “So what’s this mess about?”
Everyone in the room simultaneously looked at the dark haired boy that immediately stopped in his tracks hoping for some power that could help him disappear. All the eyes slowly drifted down his arms, now staring at a bundle of blankets that started to move as if it knew of the attention.
“What is that?” Asked the tallest looking straight at the irritated blonde.
“Don’t ask me, I’m not the one that gives such a stupid example, making those idiots steal children.”
The kitchen is now again quiet, all the eyes on the little creature in the arms of the youngest. Only sound now being the child starting to sob again, making everyone tense.
“Shut it up you morons.” Said second oldest, annoyed at the loud cries. The blonde didn’t waste time, knowing how bad noise is for the black haired. Small body now shuddering because of the sobbing making the oldest coo at the little child.
His arms soon hold the bundle of blanket, trying to calm the kid down with his baby voice. It wasn’t hard to get lost in its eyes, them being mysterious and full of innocence, drawing up the blonde one. His big hand now on its red cheek, trying to feel the texture of the soft skin under his fingers.
And as the cries never happened, the child started giggling again trying to grab Seokjin hands with such a beautiful smile. It was a really soft sight to see making them all calm and giddy inside. But as the child opened its mouth Seokjin's smiles disappeared.
“What the matter?” Asked Namjoon a little bit taken aback by the change of his hyungs mood. The oldest only looked back at the rest of them with a terrified expression.
“It's a human.”
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A Third Submission to the Imagines Society”
(League of villains meets an Autistic child with a quirk that is the definition of too good for this world and then some)
You were a tiny thing when Twice, Toga and Magne stumbled across you at the park, staring intently at what looked like your shoes with your back turned.
Magne summarized that you were most likely around 5 or 6 years old based on the kindergarten uniform you wore, the adorable hat hanging on your back while your (h/l), (h/s) (h/c) was out and about. Usually, the tree would lose interest after a while and go about their merry way.
But there was something about you that made them stay, Toga’s curiosity getting the best of her as she skipped over to where you were on your knees, she then peeked over a shoulder to see you staring in awe at butterfly that was softly moving it’s wings while resting on the petals of a blossom planted in the nearby garden.
It was one that she had never seen before, well at least in real life, but the sandy blonde remembered that she had once seen it on the internet somewhere.
It was a monarch butterfly, and last she or anyone else knew, the species were hanging by a thread and close to extinction over the last 56 years. She had admit that the pictures were close to nothing compared to the real thing as Toga watched with starry eyes at how the orange colors splashed with black and white glowed in the sunlight.
Magne herself, followed by Twice then decided to follow toga’s lead when she began to giggle like an actual schoolgirl instead of the blood obsessed vampire they knew and loved. The two peeking at the sight of both you and Toga being the surprising perches of a collection of what looked to be more Monarch butterflies that seemingly appeared out of no where.
And one of them was perched right on the tip of Toga’s nose.
Meanwhile, you had taken notice that you had a butterfly watching buddy the second you felt her crouched down next to you, your glowing (e/c) eyes staring at her with curiosity before deciding that she was interesting enough for you to deem her harmless, despite not knowing the truth.
Because in your young and innocent head, anyone that appreciated butterflies as much as you did was a good person and/or possible friend in your book.
She looked at you when she felt your eyes on her and gave you a big smile, which from what you learned meant that she was happy. So that meant that she likes you too. You smiled widely back and a series of bright rainbow colored balls of light lifted themselves off your little form, your quirk creating more butterflies from them while your new friend’s eyes sparkled.
Your quirk was called Wonder, the specialist who gave it that name having been inspired by the same emotion felt after witnessing you use your quirk at first hand to bring a rat back to life after it had been killed by a mousetrap, and later on when they returned back to the room to see that it had been filled with butterflies flying beautifully above them.
Nowadays, you mainly used your quirk to create butterflies.
Why?
Because butterflies made you happy, they made you calm, they took your worries away... and watching them was akin to what your therapist at the orphanage called stimming, your hand movements if you easily became overwhelmed resembling a butterfly flapping it’s delicate wings.
You were also fond of anything that felt like the texture closest to what you thought butterfly wings looked. However, this obsession was also the reason why your were ostracized by the other children, ignored completely by them at the worst despite how hard the workers at the orphanage tried to explain what your condition was.
You didn’t understand why the workers had the need to get the other kids to like you, if you wanted friends, you’d get some yourself on your own.
And you never understood why you had to take speech therapy, wasn’t writing in your notebook enough? You hated loud noises, they scared away things, things that are... nice.
Things like butterflies and rats and rabbits and deer, which meant that you couldn’t appreciate them anymore if they left.
So, why was there a need to make noise or let alone talk? You could never control how loud your voice was anyways. You didn’t care about how sometimes you overheard the caretakers at the orphanage whispered things about how alien you acted.
Which led to where you were now, little you having completely forgotten that you were separated from the other children heading back towards the orphanage after school had finished when you eyes spotted a flower that looked familiar until your quirk manifested the butterfly.
They sounded as if you were broken as a human.
When in reality you weren’t, you weren’t broken and needed to be fixed. At first it made you believe those words, but the moments where your eyes caught onto anything relating to those paper thin wings that radiated with the colors of the rainbow, you’re mind went to an alternate world where those who spoke about your strangeness were nonexistent.
It was then that you remembered seeing the same flower from the picture book at your school, the pink and green flora being the type of chosen roost for the orange, white and black insect to rest on if they got tired.
You never knew how much time passed when you felt your new friend’s presence near you until you turned around silently to see a schoolgirl older than your smiling peacefully at your creation, who then smiled at you.
Smiles meant something good, right?
Your quirk activated instinctually, your subconscious telling you to make your friend happy again by creating more things that made her happy, like how butterflies made you happy. You watched as the manifested insects flew over to the girl and rested on her shoulders, two nestled on the wild hair of her twin buns and one on her nose, the sensation of it’s delicate wings tickling her skin bringing a giggle out of her.
You copied her, giggling as well as you knew that laughing is what friends did. The exchange between you two led to a pair of others appearing behind your friend, the both of them watching in awe at how gentle you were.
Meanwhile in their perspective, Twice and big sis Magne were in awe.
This was a side of Toga that the pair had never seen before, so their interest in you grew steadily as they approached you both, seeing that the number of butterflies had grown the closer the became, the same orbs of light appearing to change into other species before the skies above the park had clouds of multicolored wings flying above like a piece of artwork created by nature.
It felt like a blessing to witness a sight like this, a much desired peace accomplished after so many months of being on the run from heroes and the police.
Twice jumped up and began to comically twirl about among the flocks of winged bugs, his splitting personalities having been silenced by the Nirvana he felt surrounding him, only stopping when he heard a few giggles left your mouth while you tried to keep up with him and Toga’s free styling dances without a care in the world.
The four of you not caring that you were getting strange looks and even scowls from those who crossed your paths in order to get a better look at the butterflies conjured by your beautiful quirk.
By the time the sun had set, you and your new friends had collapsed onto the grass, laughing in between breaths from all the fun you shared in those hours of innocent fun.
And you were the one to give that sense of childhood purity of fun back to them without realizing it. In your mind, you were happy that you had finally made friends by yourself as with a kick of your short legs you sat up and turned to the one closest to you, a tall woman with sunglasses and short hair the other two called “Big Sis Mag”.
You poked her cheek and she turned her face towards yours. Taking a deep breath, you decided to try something new that you hadn’t done or were comfortable with.
You: (Yy...yourrr n....nnamme!).... (Your Name)!
It was hard at first, being silent for most of your childhood being the reason as to why you sounded like a newborn attempting to say their first word. But the pride you felt as you pointed to yourself when you said your name clearly on the second try was amazing.
“Big Sis’” eyebrows shot up in surprise, and you understood why she was shocked as the only noises you made were giggles and squeals.
You: (Your name)!.... B-big sissy... Mmmmmag! Fr...friends! T-t-too...Toga! Fri..ends! Twi...Twice! Friends!
All three had unknown expressions present while you gave them a wide toothy grin that you had never given anyone except for your mama.
Twice: I think I’m gonna cry.... No, I’m not! Grow a pair!
Twice cartoonishly wept through his mask, tears that would only exist within an Animé pouring from the eyes of his black and grey mask before stopping almost immediately, his face changing to that of a stoic man drawn in comic books.
Toga just smiled at Twice, before a weak tug on her cardigan pulled her attentions to you, your arms held out wide and with an excited glow to you. You always remembered the warmth your mother’s hugs were growing up, how safe and loved you felt when your adorable self tackled her leg in a weak koala hug before she pulled you into her own arms.
Toga: Oh does (y/n)-chan want a hug?
You nodded and tackled the blonde, arms wrapped around her neck with you cheek pressed against hers, something your mother called “cuddle bumps” as you hated it when someone kissed you.
You: C-cu-cuddle bu-bumps!
Twice: I want cuddle bumps! No, I don’t that’s weird!
You nuzzled your cheek against hers, the teenage girl internally squealing and hugging you back as she was overcome with a sense of some maternal need to protect you and the light your little self emanated, both figuratively and literally as your quirk caused you to glow a warm pink color.
Toga playfully stuck out her tongue towards him, when an idea came to her.
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Shigaraki: And the most logical thing that you could ever think of in that moment.... was to bring this brat home?!
Toga’s cheeks puffed up as she hugged your little form from behind while you fiddled with your quirk, a manifested butterfly perched in the palm of your hand. You loved the feeling of your big sister’s soft cardigan as she hugged you.
Toga: Of course, Shiggy! I mean they’re an orphan left behind by those “caretakers”, we even waited to see if anyone would come looking.
Twice: Yeah, it was so nerve wracking! I was bored beyond belief....
Shigaraki let out an aggravated sigh, knowing that you had wormed your way into the hearts of the most in the league, Dabi being the first to cave when you used your quirk to soothe the pain in his burnt skin. He didn’t know why, but the fire quirk user’s eyes softened when you gazed up at his skin and your smile faded, a look of genuine worry that he possibly never experienced in some time as your tiny hand went up to hold his hand with the both of yours.
The rest of the already shocked league watching as an aura glowed from your small form, the glow then moving up your arms and finally covering Dabi in the glow before then pulling away into orbs that popped like soap bubbles filled with fireflies.
Dabi reacted in a way that not even he could describe as all the unbearable burning pain his scars brought him disappeared, a strange surge of.... calm washed over him.
It was the kind of calm that one would feel when a powerful storm dissipates, allowing the warm sun to bathe the earth once again.
And it was the type of calm that brought a heavy exhale out of Dabi, almost as if he had finally learned to breathe, tears falling down his cheeks and startling him, a hand shooting up to touch his wet face and pulling it away to see what was falling from his eyes.
This... made the tears fall harder.
Dabi had long forgotten what it felt like to cry actual salt water tears instead of blood. A relieved upwards tilt pulled at his lips as he fell to his knees before you, no words exchanged, just glances and a gentle grip of your joined hands.
You: No pain?
Your concern overweighed your struggling speech, your free hand raising up to hover next to his cheek. He chuckled softly, allowing you to place your hands onto his face.
Dabi: No pain. All better.
Your quirk was befitting for such a gentle, caring and kind being as you.
To put it simply, you could restore a person’s injuries, negative outlook on life due to traumatic experiences, and even their lost sense of morality via through your touch, being in your presence, or even by witnessing your creations first hand.
This was your power, a quirk that purified the evil living within this cruel world.
You could literally restore a person or persons lost sense of morality, your quirk changing a sociopathic killer into a saint seeking redemption just by spending an hour with you.
Your quirk also allowed you to heal any kind of wound or cure any illness, it could even replace missing limbs and the like as long as you kept your focus.
And it was meant to be protected.
Which is why you were taken into the protection of the league of villains, the only group of people who were the first to actually care for you after your mama’s passing, and didn’t speak badly of you or your condition.
Because they didn’t mind that you were autistic, they didn’t see you as broken or wrong. How did you know that they didn’t ostracize you?
They told you.
Twice: You, broken? Ha, that’s fresh! At least you don’t have more than one voice in your head...
Toga: My quirk needs me to drink the blood of the person i’m going to transform into in order for it to work, and because of that, I was pushed away by everyone for how creepy it made me look.
Magne: Anyone would be proud to call you their kid with a drop of a hat. So what if your special needs, it doesn’t make you any less human, sweetie.
Dabi didn’t say anything when you asked, in your broken speech, if you were broken. Instead, he just ruffled your hair and let you wear his jacket all day.
Compress: This world is filled with imperfections, but who is to say that imperfections are ugly and unwanted. To me, imperfections are where true beauty lies as it shows that despite their flaws, they try again and again to make themselves better.
Spinner: Kid, I am a walking talking lizard with pink hair and a desire to follow Stain’s path to create a society where only those who embody the traits of true heroes like All Might are allowed to become heroes.
You didn’t know how to react as he continued.
Spinner: If anything, you are the most normal out of all of us, so don’t go hating on yourself because you’re brain is wired differently. You’re perfect just the way you are.
Magne: Aww, that’s so sweet of you to say, Spinner!
Spinner: BIG SIS MAGNE?!?! HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN THERE?!
Toga: Enough to know that you give the best pep talks!~
#my hero imagines#my hero academia#bhna imagine#bhna#league of villians x reader#autistic positivity#autisim#autistic reader#child!reader#found family#Magne is most definitely the mom#she spoils you#toga is the big sis#twice is your weird but fun uncle#compress is the dad#dabi is your favorite cousin#shigaraki.... he’s there#but Still likes you#spinner is the big brother#that won’t hesitate to stab someone#if they made you cry#imagines#more to come#stay tuned
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