#CAN ANYONE HEAR MEE

[leehallfae]

fire walk with me (1992) dir. david lynch // shadow of a doubt (1943) dir. alfred hitchcock

[crossnamara]

hf tma au but john is jon and wilbur is elias and theyre weird and gross . btw.

[tezzbot]

I just would like someone to run their hands through and play with my hair is that so much to ask

[bizlybebo]

is anyone up thinking about pre-canon/s1 dakota cole on this friday morning

^ dakota and his aunt

^ dakota and ashe but. also dakota and katori. i’m gonna bite something

[doomednarrative]

Personally I cant do really early days STARS/RPD era Chreon for a lot of reasons, one being I'm just not interested in it because theyre cops at the time, but the other reason is that like. Part of what Compels me about these two as a pairing is seeing them years down the line when theyve already been in the fight for awhile against bioweapons and all that and theyre on equal footing in their own right. Chris is a BSAA captain, Leon is a capable agent, it puts them on equal ground but it also means that they've already seen so much shit that they Know what each other has been through this whole time.

I think both of them struggle with the notion of wanting a relationship, and even just with friends at times, because they don't to involve anyone on the outside of the fight who doesn't understand the depths of things. People who don't understand that this will probably end in death or heartbreak, or even just watching someone you love get hurt a lot and having to deal with that pain. And its That unique situation that makes Leon and Chris compelling to me personally, because here's two guys in the thick of it who Know the risks and the threats inside and out and they chose to say "No, I'm going to care about you reguardless because its better to go thru this together than alone, even if it hurts" and I dunno man, something about that kind of defiance, especially with how headstrong they are just as separate individuals, it gets me.

[weremustelidae]

opened my explore page and under followed tags it said 1 new post in Kid n Teenagers and was like omg really?? 😲😲😲 and then it was my own post that i just wrote 15 minutes ago

[pearlescentparade]

Mayhaps a 007n7 drunk fic and as u try to help him out he starts saying how pretty u r or smth . . :] is this fluff ..help ..

ik i posted yesterday saying i wouldn't work on requests until the end of final's week but uhh i lied tehee the requests u guys send r just too cute and i cant stop myself 💔

🍔 007n7 x reader fluff 💝

it's a nice evening to drive through the streets. the streetlights intermittently shine on your features in a rhythm as you pass them, and the stars are especially bright tonight. there's rarely anyone on the road at this time, just you and the city. it feels peaceful, like the world is sleeping.

until it's interrupted by the sound of your phone loudly ringing with an incoming call. annoyed at the disturbance of your immersion, you glance to your phone to see who dares to bother you.

...007n7?

what could he possibly want at this hour? you can only hope he hasn't gotten himself in trouble again... when it rings a third time, you promptly press the green button to pick up and immediately put him on speaker.

"hello?" "ah—hhhhheeeeyyy!" you wince at his volume, promptly turning it down a bit. he must be awfully close to his phone. "...have you been drinking, 7?" you ask, though you can already guess the answer from his overly enthusiastic greeting. recently, he's gotten into the frequent habit of drinking to cope with the loss of his adopted son, and it's been worrying you sick. on the other line, you can hear him giggle giddily. "maybeeee..! aanywaaay, i missh youuu... wish—hic—wish i could :to you t' meee, heheh!" his tone is high and airy, and he comes across as almost schoolgirl-esque with the way he's talking.

you sigh, "i'll be there.. just sit tight, don't do anything dumb!" after he cheers, you hang up. tonight's going to be one of those 'drunk sitting 007n7' nights it seems... when you tap your gps' search bar to input his address as your next destination, it already pops up as the top result.

"i'm home," you announce monotonously as you open the door to his residence. "honeeyyy! yer—hic—yer heere-!" upon hearing your arrival, his voice enthusiastically rings out from the kitchen. the affectionate nickname never fails to give you butterflies, it makes you feel like you two are a married couple. 007n7 sits slumped near his kitchen counter, a bottle of whiskey loosely clutched in his hand tells you what you already know. his cheeks are flushed a bright red and a goofy yet endearing smile is plastered on his face when he looks up at you. "alright, i think you've had enough. let's get to bed." ushering him to bed is the most difficult part of these nights. 007n7 doesn't get aggressive or particularly uncooperative when he's drunk, but he tends to act frustratingly clingy and.. flirty.

when you go to carry him under your arm, he throws his entire body over you and derails it into a hug, tittering all the while. you have to lean your head back to not accidentally kiss him from how much distance he's closed between you two. even his eyes smile as he looks at you, your faces barely inches apart. "yerr shooo—hic—pretttyy, 's even beetterup clossse, hmhmm.." if you weren't already flustered by the sudden closeness of the hug, you're definitely a burning mess from the compliment. c'mon, regain yourself, he doesn't even know what he's saying!! just tuck him in and you can leave and forget this ever happened! by shaking your head, you slightly recover your composure and hoist his legs around your waist in a piggyfront position. now to get him to the bedroom. the trek isn't far, albeit 007n7's embarrassingly sappy behavior of chanting how attractive you are and other lovey-dovey comments on the way there complicates it.

"yer the—hic—the prettiest person 've ever seen!" "mhm." you give curt and short responses, hoping he cuts it out or else you might faint from the overwhelming barrage of love. "'m soooo lucky—hic—t' have such a beauty takin' care 'f mee~" "mhm." unfortunately, it's not working. "'ve gotta be the oooonly—hic—guy who gets thiiish close t' youu—hic—!! ...y' don get like thish wif otha mennn, d' you...?" "mhm- wait, wh—no! obviously not!! ..you're- you're the only one..." you can't even handle doing this with just him, it's unimaginable to think of being this intimate with several people. "yaayy! 'm glaadd... we should—hic—get married!" "...huh?!" HUH? "cuz ye said—hic—thaaaatt amm the oooonly one fer youu, haha!" "that's— no, that's not what i— sigh, you're drunk, 7..."

opening the door to his room, you rush to the bedside and attempt to wrench him off of you onto his bed. "c'mon 7, let go.. you need to sleep-!" but he only holds on tighter, refusing to let you release yourself from him. "nooo!! jusht schleep wif mee—hic—jusht fur t'night? puhleaaaaassee? 's ooonlyy one night!" he digs his head deeper into your neck as he pleads, fervently adamant on keeping you. what's up with him?? he's never pulled this stunt before, so you're unprepared for handling this kind of situation. after some time and poor wrestling, you give up, moving your hands from trying to rip his off of your nape to resting on his back. it's clear to you that you're not going anywhere, so what's the point of fighting it? anything to get him to rest. acquiescing to his pleas, you lay yourself and him on the bed and bring a blanket over the both of you. immediately, he snuggles in closer and entangles his legs in yours, embracing you like some kind of life-sized teddy bear. and within seconds, he's out like a light.

feeling yourself drift off as well, you exhaustedly exhale and let sleep take you. whatever, you'll deal with him in the morning...

(this one was a bit short but i hope it's cute :']] idk how to rlly write 007n7 aside from the one line on the wiki saying he's optimistic and worries for his teammates n such and this fic is a bit ooc cus hes drunk😞😞he'll be sober in the next one tho teehee)

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

"Marry me"

Lily stops smiling and she is surprised about her boyfriend's proposal. It is out of the sudden. It takes her breath away.

Lily was just talking about... Something... She can't remember now.

How can this boy be real?

"What?" Lily knows her cheeks are on fire.

"I just can't take it anymore, Lils" he says "I love you so much. I don't think I will ever love anyone the way I love you. So, I want to marry you. Now!"

"Now?"

He nods.

Lily adores these words. It is what every girls wants to hear. And he is not nervous or doubtful. He says it like that is all he wants.

Even if he is just eighteen and has a life ahead of him.

"Well, I know you are used to have everything you want in an instant, James Potter" Lily says and he chuckles "But you can't just ask me to marry you just like that. Out of nowhere"

"Why not?" James shrugs "It is what I feel"

Lily snorts. She opens her mouth but realizes she has no reply. Only him can make her nervous, only him can make her lose her sense. Why not marry him? Her heart screams. Her brain is melted.

"Well..." Lily tries, trying not to blush when he gets near and hugs her from behind "We are so young... We have nothing figured out. We haven't even finished school..."

"All we need is love and each other" he kisses her neck and she wants to melt into his arms forever "The rest is secondary"

Lily pushes him away and faces her boyfriend. James is smirking like he knows he already won. Lily doesn't like to give him that satisfaction. She wishes her love for him is not this strong to make her weak to say yes to everything he says.

"Marry me" James repeats. Lily's heart starts beating fast "Please"

Lily smiles and shakes her head.

"You don't even have a ring. What kind of proposal is that?"

Lily wants to turn this into a joke and move on. That is easier.

"I'll get you one"

Fuck it. Everything seems easy for James Potter.

"Please?" he adds.

"James..." she laughs.

Without warning, James grabs her waist and lifts her up. Lily screams as they spin around.

"Please Lily Evans, just marry meee!!"

Lily laughs happily and wants to scream yes, yes, yes. A million times yes.

"James, put me down!"

"Not until you marry mee!"

James keeps spinning and Lily is sure everyone's eyes are on them.

"Fine fine! I'll marry you" Lily says.

When James puts her down, exclaiming "Yes! You said it!", Lily cannot take it anymore more. She erases his triumphantly smirk with a kiss. It is one of those deep kisses that takes his breath away afterwards and gives Lily the sensation that she has won.

"But in ten years, okay?" Lily says, now with a smile.

James, who is too hypnotized about the kiss, just nods.

"Okay"

So Lily leaves content with herself.

But she hears her boyfriend following her and saying.

"Wait Evans, not in ten years, I said now!!"

Lily laughs.

[missmorize]

My Personal Alastor Headcanons

Not because I'm a simp or anything ahahahah.... All SFW aside from some cursing of course. :)

I am sleep deprived and stupid so some of these maybe shit and have terrible spelling errors. My mind is running at 3% and some of these were spontaneously made up because that's how my mind works. Enjoy.

📻 Viv let us play with Alastor's sexuality and so I hc he is demisexual (totally not me projecting and basing it off my own experiences, nahhhh...) and he rarely falls for anyone, but when he does he falls HARD.

• That being said, the flirtation begins. He is terrible at it... He respects boundaries and is incredibly respectful but he 100% butchers pickup lines because he genuinely thinks our generation likes those.

- "If you were a vegetable you would be a cucumber."

- "Do you have an extra heart? Mine was stolen."

- Can demons have strokes? That's probably what you are saying

- Angel Dust hears and DIES. Surprisingly gives some solid advice.

- "Stop with the pick-up lines. Just be yourself and it'll work, trust me, ya weirdo..."

- So he does. AKA secretly follows you, will randomly spawn to open doors for you or pull out chairs, chivalry isn't dead, dear! Also tells you about his grizzly murders in his lifetime, if anyone disrespects you prepare for your knight in shoulder pads, will be slick and dedicates one of his radio shows to you and plays an old song from his day. Makes you SWOON. Angel is proud.

- Also likes dates to Cannibal Town and introduces you to Rosie. She thinks you are the cutest thing in the world, prepared to be coddled by both.

📻 He likes to play dress up with you if you let him. Picking out your wardrobe is SO fun for him.

📻 Is a top tier cook. Usually prefers meat and will cook that for you, but if he finds out you are a vegan/pescitarian/etc he will do that. Gets excited when you compliment his cooking.

📻 HE HAS A SECRET TAIL HE IS ASHAMED OF AND I WILL NOT HIDE IT. I LOVE WHEN POWERFUL CHARACTERS HAVE A MILD INCONVENIENCE THAT MAKES THEM LESS SCARY.

📻 He learns words and if it's not from Rosie... Be prepared because it gets bad and gets cringe.

- "Ah! Darling, I heard some demons today as I was on a stroll, they were from your era. What is a mee-mee?"

- "I see... I see. They also said the word "gyatt" to a woman, I assume that is a compliment, so my dear, you have a-"

- You stop him right there, explains what that means and he short circuits. He walks over to the corner and just places his head against it. "I would like to be alone for a while..."

- "If mama knew I said this she would beat my ass to next Tuesday..."

📻 I know it says he's not big on touch but I HC he really doesn't care. He never seems to show any recoil from it, but maybe its just if its strangers?

📻 Will educate you on everything he knows on the macabre and morbid.

📻 Will FORCE you to sit down and check out vintage stuff. Watching TV? Not anymore, there is a microphone cane through it. Charlie has bought you like six phones now...

📻 He is overall an attention seeking puppy.

📻 Does things that get him praise. He WANTS his ego boost and knows you'll give it to him.

📻 Gossips with you about everyone and anything, listens to you rant and will give some genuinely good advice unless its like about an ex or something.

- "Simple, dear! Just kill them."

📻 Jokingly (?) tries to get you to sell your soul to him.

- "All in jest, don't worry! I think the look on your face is HILARIOUS!"

📻 If he sees you upset he tries to make you smile.

📻 If you are short he will put things on the top shelf and stifle a laugh as he watches you try to get it. Bless Husk and Angel for getting it for you.

📻 Angel is the only male he doesn't really have a problem with, hence when he hears about Valentino he has a bit of anger, also just because he thinks hes gross and perverse. Someone like that doesn't deserve to be breathing.

📻 Whiskey is his forte. VERY picky with his drinks, he doesn't like the cheap stuff like Husk does. A lot of people say he drinks wine but I imagine he only likes the hard stuff.

📻 He is the type of man to leave the toilet seat up. Vaggie has voiced her opinions on it.

📻 When he got Niffty out of that toilet he probably waited until the bubbles almost stopped. He's a little bit of an asshole.

📻 Actively pranks Husk. Someone save the cat-man...

- Switches his alcohol with non-alcoholic and sees how long it takes him to realize or get drunk even though he's not.

- Plays poker against him but will actively cheat to make sure he wins 100% of the time.

- Puts cucumbers down to scare the shit out of him.

📻 Since he is a deer demon (a Stag at that) he is VERY territorial, especially of the Hotel. This is HIS home. Will never admit it though.

📻 ✨Sweet Southern Boy✨ (Not really a HC I just wanted to say that, nor is he really sweet)

📻 He hides his accent. It will come out though when he is extremely extremely angry or when he is extremely relaxed.

📻 Will wake you up by staring in your face, you may or not have screamed once.

📻 Bullies Sir Pentious. He's still pissed about him ripping his tailcoat and he holds a grudge.

📻 Also not a headcanon but doesn't mind personal space, will come into the bathroom as you shower for conversation and draw on the steamed mirror. If you ask him to stop he will and completely understands.

📻 Sits and stares at a wall sometime.

📻 Gets everyone to taste his coffee, it is mostly coffee grounds.

📻 Has ate a dog demon on more than one occasion. Unapologetically.

📻 You know those compilations of like people getting hurt on youtube? If he used the internet that shit would be the funniest thing in the world to him.

📻 Uses 1920s slang to confuse everyone.

📻 Jealous.

- Plationic: Um... He's your best friend, right? Why are you giving attention to others when he is RIGHT THERE. Oh? They can do that, well he can do it ten times better. Watch what else he can do! Yeah, he's the coolest, right?

- Romantically: Time to butt heads and flex every possible way. Will RUIN the person's confidence, the psychological warfare begins. He is the better one and he must make it known. If they start flirting with you, blood will be spilled.

📻 When people try and lecture him it goes in one ear and out the other.

📻 His hair tufts are his ears, that may actually be canon, not sure.

- If he gets comfortable enough and you scratch behind they he MELTS. It scared him at first but once he first fell asleep it was nice.

📻 Will tell you about his mother constantly. Bases a lot of his morals and being a gentleman off how his mother taught him and treats women like ✨queens✨

📻 I HC one of his biggest problems with Lucifer and why they had tha number was because he was absent in Charlie's life so much and since his dad left him and his mother he believes absent fathers are the worst. He believes you have an obligation AS A FATHER to be the best you can be and raise your child.

- Absent father? Will bully so hard. He hates them to a fault, even if it wasn't their fault. He refuses to take criticism on it and its one of the things he is most stubborn about. Man got some daddy issues he doesn't want to talk about.

📻 His daddy issues lead to abandonment issues.

📻 His mom passing away will make him be extra attentive if someone he cares about is sick.

- Will check in and only really care if it's the girls.

- Will probably tell the guys to suck it up. Rip.

📻 Touch and affection starved and just doesn't show it. I don't care if it's not in character, let me project my issues in peace.

📻 Says the most out of pocket shit just for shock value.

📻 Rosie teaches him things he isn't allowed to say.

📻 His favorite body part to eat is the heart. He thinks it's poetic.

📻 Owns a record player because of course he does.

- If you want him to try modern day music, you best be getting vinyls.

- If you pull up Spotify he will feel betrayed.

- "So... My radio show isn't good enough? You need some... Application to play music for you?"

- Will guilt trip you and not feel bad. You already use phones and social media, like... Will only indulge if you play HIS type of music, and even then he will bitch about how it sounds better on the record player and how he play it on his show instead.

- I clearly know nothing about how radio shows work and I don't care.

⚠️Mildly suggestive depending on who you are:

📻 Likes boobs, he just likes sleeping on them. He was a mama's boy and he probably rested his head on his mother's chest all the time growing up.

[tulip-room]

❀⚘Melody⚘❀

Pairing: Kita x Reader

Content: When you meet your soulmate a song plays in your head. Thanks to your childhood friend, you meet your soulmate.

Words: 1.5k

A/N: This isn't my favorite thing I've written but I'm still happy with it. I hope you guys enjoy it <3

From the moment you wake up to the moment you go to sleep your head buzzes. It’s not disruptive, it’s a gentle humming of a song you can never quite make out. You just have to hope and wait to find your soulmate, then the metaphorical radio in your head will flip a switch and you’ll be able to hear the song. Some people get lucky and the first friend they make flips the switch in their head, if only you had been so lucky. But, part of you is happy it wasn’t your first friend. The thought of looking at him in such a light makes you grimace.

Suna Rinataro had been your first friend, in preschool you had been too shy to introduce yourself to anyone else and so the two of you were attached at the hip. You made more friends through him but he would always be your best friend and you would be his. Unfortunately, right before high school your parents got new job offers and you had to move. Move away from your first friend and start over. It was less than ideal. You knew that Suna was going to join the volleyball team so with hope of maybe seeing your friend at nationals you signed up to manage the volleyball team at your school.

Over time they became part of your family, you were okay with the fact that you had moved. If you hadn’t you never would have met these people. You still hadn’t found your soulmate, the person who would make your head fill with a symphony og lyrics yet to be heard. But you figured that was okay for now. 

“Yamamoto, leave the poor girls alone,” you sigh and push the boy away from Karasuno’s manager’s, Kiyoko and Yachi. It was always an experience when the two teams met up. Almost as chaotic as when they met up with Fukurodani, almost.

“It’s not fair! Why do they get two pretty managers?” 

“Because Kiyoko is in her third year and she needs to train someone to take her place. Just like I’ll need to do next year.” You roll your eyes with another sigh. “Now, let’s all get inside. I have plans but need to make sure you guys don’t cause trouble first.” 

“Oho~ what plans are those oh lovely manager?” Kuroo teases as he leans towards you. Although the rest of the team tries to pretend they aren’t interested they aren’t very good at hiding it. 

“I’m meeting up with one of my friends. You know, like I do every year.” 

“Oh! That Inarizaki boy! Don’t you want to spend time with us?” Kuroo frowns playfully and shakes your shoulders a little bit. 

“I will hang out with you guys tomorrow, this is one of the few times I get to hang out with him outside of breaks so shoo.” You shoo the team off towards the hotel you’ll all be staying at. With them all filed into their hotel rooms you change into casual clothes, complete with your Nekoma track jacket and head to the lobby to meet Suna. Your teams managed to book the same hotel this year so it would be much easier to meet up with him. 

You were a bit surprised to see he wasn’t alone. The twins were with him as he played on his phone and leaned against the wall. It was clear they were trying to make fun of him for something, what you couldn’t say yet.

“Come on Sunarin, just tell us who you’re meeting!” Atsumu whined and poked at Suna’s cheek. 

You lift an eyebrow and stop in front of the group of boys. All three of their heads snap towards you. “Oh? And who are you? Are you lost?”

You scoff and shake your head. “Not lost, just here to collect my best friend thanks.” Your eyes roll not wanting to deal with the nonsense you heard follows the twins everywhere they go. Ever since you had arrived at the hotel there had been a steady hum of music slightly louder than usual. You’re glad to see it wasn’t either of the twins who were causing the rise in volume. 

“Sunarin! Why didn’t you tell us you were sneaking out to meet Nekoma’s adorable manager?” This time Osamu supplies, more amused with teasing Suna than anything else. “Are they your soulmate?” That makes you laugh.

“No, he’s not my soulmate. It would’ve been much easier if he was. Still static up in this head.” You knock lightly on your head. 

“Well, as awful as it is keeping you two company I’m going out. I’ll be back later, if Kita asks you can tell him the truth.” Suna shrugs and pushes himself off the wall. The two of you leave the building and take a walk around the city. 

“So who’s Kita?”

“The captain, he’s a really nice guy. I’ll introduce you if he comes down when we get back.” You bump him with you hip.

“Not worried I’ll steal him away?”

Suna rolls his eyes but smiles slightly. “Nah, it’d be good for you if he was your soulmate. I wasn’t exaggerating when I said he was nice. He’s a really good guy and excuse me for being sappy,” he fake gags. “He’s someone I would be happy with dating my best friend. You two would be good together, you’re relaxed and he cares about structure. Taking a bit from both of you seems like a good mix.” He shrugs and you punch his arm lightly.

“Suna Rinataro! You big softy!”

“Tell anyone and I will tell them what happened in first grade.” Your cheeks heat up and you shake your head.

“Your secret is safe with me.” You give him a small salute. 

By the time the two of you got back it wasn’t too late, you had only stayed out for an hour. Just did some shopping and got a late snack. Your team is sitting in the lobby chatting and eating snacks of their own. You wave at them and Kuroo wiggles his eyebrows which makes you shake your head.

“I’ll walk you back to your room and then see what these idiots are doing,” you sigh and start heading to the elevator with Suna. 

“It’s not too late and Kita’s staying right across from me. I could introduce you guys if you want.”

“It seems like you’re trying to set me up.” You give Suna a look.

“I just trust him to not break your heart.” You smile at him after he says that and follow him down the hall. He knocks on a door and the music in your head gets louder and louder before you can suddenly hear lyrics. A boy with white hair and dark tips opens the door. He seems just as shocked as you are. You both just stand there staring at each other for a moment.

“Excuse me, I’m Kita Shinsuke.” He holds his hand out for you to shake. 

“Y/N L/N,” you shake his hand. 

“Oh, Suna’s best friend.”

“He really talks about me like that?” You throw Suna a questioning look to see he’s already looking at you two in confusion. “Seems he should’ve introduced us sooner.” And suddenly the light in Suna’s head goes off. 

“I’ll leave you two it then.” He walks to the door on the opposite side of the hall and slips into the room. You both shake your heads at his reaction and Kita moves to the side to invite you into the room.

“Being the captain has its privileges.” He says with a small smile as you enter the room. You see just how clean and organized everything is, he even has his suitcase organized. 

“I get it, being the one and only manager also has it’s own privileges.” You point at the couch. “Can I?”

Kita nods and sits down next to you. “So, I’ve already heard a little about you from Suna, it seems he is quite fond of you.”

“I suppose that happens when you were someone’s first friend and they were your’s,” you say with a small laugh. 

“You have a very pretty laugh.”

“Thank you, you have a very pretty everything.” Now both of your faces are red. 

“Would you be okay with me taking you out tomorrow? You’re more than welcome to say no if you do not feel comfortable.”

“I would be happy to go out with you Kita.”

“Shinsuke, please. You are my soulmate after all, I feel we can skip some of the pleasantries. Just this once,” he jokes. 

“Okay, just this once,” you joke back with a smile. You see the clock on the table and sigh at the time. “It’s getting late and you have a game tomorrow. I’ll see you around Shinsuke.” You smile standing up from the couch.

“Would it be too much to ask to get your number?”

“No, that would be lovely.” You smile and take your fan out handing it to him. The song in your head is still playing in the background, it’s quieter than when you first met the man but you can still hear it clearly. You’ll have to thank Suna in the morning for being so insistent on introducing you to his captain. For now you head back downstairs after trading numbers with the boy to tell the good news to the boys.

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[superpeeboy]

I wanna play the Velma Staplebot headcanons game!!

okok so Velma is Business’s personal assistant and she is very loyal to him. . this is just in the movie and lego.com actually this is true.

I think, after the events of the movie, Velma would still be an assistant to Business! Because most of her job wasn’t to hunting master builders it was to help assist Business with scheduling (the scheduling thing is TRUE thanks again lego Velma is innocent she never did anything wrong ever…)

Business is kinda a manchild sorry but he just absolutely would not be able to take care of himself he would stick a fork in an outlet if you looked away from him for two seconds… so Velma would help him not do that. She’s still his assistant, just also in the home too. And socially sometimes too, as you can see in the gif in the beginning she is alerting Business because the camera is on them! so basically Velma is kind of a caretaker for Business.

Velma is just as bothered by Business’s unique personality as anyone else. bcuz hes an annoying old man. i think Velma has more patience with him than others but it is by no means a lot of patience. hes annoying. i think Velma gets annoyed easily anyways I think she has a bit of temper and she just feels loyal to Business for creating her so he gets to be a little annoying before she tells him to cut the shit.

Velma is effectively tfem because all the robots are made genderless. also she likes women 🤫

I think Velma has a bit of jealousy towards GCBC for being leagues more popular than her when they are both assistants for the same guy (SAVE HER SAVE THE BACKGROUND CHARACTER!! SAVE HER!!!)

Velma says “dot-dot-dot.” or “ellipses.” outloud when she is speechless. whcih is often because some people are stupid.

Velma

ALSO ADDING SOME SPECIFIC CHARCATER INTERVATIONS I MADE UP WITH AZALEA theres some golfingbuddies here beware..

velma can tolerate benny and business in isolation but if they are both present at the same time its a nightmare. they do not act right.

Ih my god imagine velma sneaking vegetables into businesses food cuz he refuses to eat his vegetables EVEN THOUGH HE IS A GROWNA SS MAN

Also i think he[business] licks the oreo stuff and then doesnt eat the cookies or like hands them to someone else but they have business saliva on tjem?? So nobody likes it. also 100%. he judt piles all the cookies on his desk and when he's done shoves them into the trash cna He could literally make them with more stuffing theyre octan brand oreos but hes like. NO! NO WE NEED MORE MONEY!!!! velmas like we can always make ones specifically for you and he's all like NOOOOOO WASTE OF MONEY NONONO NO!

theyd[golfingbuddies’d] be at like at an octan mcdonalds playplace or some shit and theyd be trying to drown eachother in the ballpit and business would get mad and velma would have to drive them both home because business and benny both cant drive despite being 50 year old men and theyd have their arms crossed in the backseats and theyd be glaring at eachother and velma would be so fucking upset because these are GROWN ASS MEN

Velma is a sweat at candy crush and business asks her to help beat levels, Velmaaaaaa i cant beat level 228 on candy crush… can you help mee

velma watching tv in the living room and she hears benny in the distance saying “trust me dude, its perfectly safe to put a knife in the toaster.” she has never turned aorund so fast

like when ur brocploi isnt flavorless and boiled way too long it's good woa. imean ik some ppl like flavorles and boilrd BUT not my thig ya feel (business likes it flavorless and boiled) benny over for dinner witj business and he grabs velma’s coat like anlittle orphan and is like… can u cook sometjing Edible for me Where do uou put the seasoning in this house maam… benny asking velma for some goddamn pepper at the least

She'd[velma’d] probably lose it if they[golfingbuddies] ever had a road trip together because i think after an hour in a car together benny and business would start fighting IN THE CAR and velma would have to pull the “IF YOU TWO DONT KNOCK IT OFF RIGHT THIS SECOND IM TURNING THIS CAR AROUND.”

They[golfingbuddies] might do that thing where they fight and then velma walks in and they pretend they were just hanging out while business has liek. an entire bite taken out of his hair. ANd then velma leaves and they keep fighting

I think business acts like a cat as in when he hasnt eaten for a normal amount of time he acts like he has been starving for years, Like when its a bit before lunchtime he will complain sooooo much. GIRL LUNCH IS IN LIKE 3 MINUTES CALM DOWN YOURE THE BOSS YOU COULD LITERALLY GO GET LUNCH NOW AND NOBODY WOULD BE ABLE TO DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT (he needs to follw the schedule. That he made up.) he goes to velma like VELMAAAA IM HUNGRY and velma's just. you-own-all-the-restaurants-in-the-area-sir

GOD JOW I HAVE THE VISION OF BUSINESS WITH A SUPER TALL ICE CREAM CONE AND THEN IT FALLS AND HE STARTS CRYING, if eel like this would happen multiple times and at some point velma just demands he can only get Two Scoops of ice cream AT MOST and then he gets so upset YOURE NOT THE BOSS OFME I CAN GET AS MUCH ICW CREAM AS I WANT.and then velma gets mad.

he gets two scoops.

(business has to sit in the back cuz he puts his feet on the dashwhen hes in the front) … i think he kicks the seat infront of him like a literal toddler. istg he tries it once and then velma does this and he never tries it again

[mrz-starz]

𐙚𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙇𝙊𝙂𝙐𝙀

ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ ʜᴀs ᴀʀʀɪᴠᴇᴅ! ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ! 𓌉◯𓇋

A/N: greetings ladies and gentlemen to the prologue! I have to warn you all right now, that I'll usually write ten solid chapters before posting again. Only the Prologue will be up for a while, so don't expect any lightning fast updates.  Do enjoy, and feel free to comment! <3

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The soft heat from the oven casted a glow on your chubby face. The igniters burning to heat you probably can’t even imagine just makes it all the more interesting. The slow but unique process of the batter filled wrappers rising was a new experience for you. Have you eaten a cupcake before? Yes.

Seen it bake? No.

You let out childish squeals as you saw the cupcake improve from its pitiful goop-like state. Slowly rising into a proud confection that can be served in your aunt’s bakery. Though watching the cake rise was entertaining, you had to admit that the frosting was the best part. Ever.

You mean, come on, how could anyone not like the soft repetitive dollops of that sweet sugary substance? Whether it's buttercream, swiss meringue, or american, it's still the best part. And people have yet to prove to you otherwise. All the older people in the bakery who just slice of the frosting part from their cupcakes and dump it on their kid’s plate can eat sh-

“[NAME]!!”

A loud, familiar voice pierced through the silence of your jumbled up thoughts. Your cheeks split open with an oscar-winning grin as you prepared to take flight down the stairs. Your legs stumbled a little before you caught yourself and sped down the steps. When You saw the ginger haired woman your grin got impossibly wider.

“Auntie!” you giggled. Your cheeks rosy as you ran closer to the tall woman. Your ‘Auntie’ picked you up with ease and twirled you around. Your little ruffled dress spread out in the most beautiful of ways, highlighting your stubby legs.

She sets you down along with her newly bought groceries on the countertop. Your legs kicked in a little rhythm as she set to putting away the things she didn't need. After finishing the mundane task, she turned toward with those big and sharp brown eyes.

“NOW,” she started off dramatically. “WHOOO’s~ gonna be my little HELPER?!”

“ME!”

“I can’t hear you~”

“MEE!”

Your Auntie chuckled heartily at the gesture and tickled your sides. One thing about you was that you were very, very ticklish.

She smiled at you sprawled out. Laying on the countertop, giggling away. She clapped her hands four times in a rhythmic beat. It was the tell-tale sign for you to pay attention to her. You forcefully subsided your laughter as you turned to the woman with full focus.

Your Auntie is still surprised at how well this system worked. From the tales she heard from her friends, it took forever to find a way to get a kid to listen to you. Yet, your parents had only been working overseas for a few weeks and this method seemed to be working just fine. She supposes she just got lucky.

“Now then my little helper, today we’ll be making-” Your aunt got cut off by a friendly and warm voice.

“MESI! Are you here today?! I’ve brought a little someone I wantcha to meet!”

Your aunt gasped before smiling like a kid on christmas day. She sprinted to the front of the shop in record time and leaned over the counter with her elbow supporting her chin. Once her eyes had confirmed it was, in fact, who she thought it was, the attentiveness in her eye completely disappeared as she held out her hands.

‘Boss-Man!” Auntie exclaimed.

The seemingly old man laughed heartily as he accepted Auntie’s invitation for a hug. The two stay like that for a few seconds before finally pulling away. Auntie starts giggling as she leans back into her elbow-propped positioning.

“So! Here's the little mister!” Auntie had said it in such a sickeningly sweet baby-voice that you were sure she had said it to tease the poor fella. Or whomever they were talking about.

Due to your short stature, you had to prop yourself up on your tippy toes in order to reach the counter. Even then, only your eyes made it past the high counter. Your eyes looked through the glass display and cake holders. Through the sour strawberries and honeyed cookies you lock your eyes on a young boy.

He easily towered over you, his shoulder passing the counter with ease. He had dark choppy hair that fully showed off his forehead. His eyes were a honeyed brown-goldish color that highlighted the most majestic lower lashes you’ve ever seen. 

“So, this is who you’ve been busy with. Here I was thinkin’ you had finally gotten your game back on.” your heard your Auntie’s voice through your daze, still gazing at those wonderful eyes. It seems you had even forgotten how some of your toes were getting sore from standing for so long. 

The old man chuckles deeply before responding to Auntie’s teasing. “Me? In my old age? I could never.”

“But cha’ still got enough years in you to take in a child? Excuses, excuses…” Auntie playfully shook her head. Her dotted freckles highlighted in the warm glow from outside.

“Oh please, I’ve actually had Chisaki for a whale now. He just didn't want to go outside…” he ended that sentence rubbing the back of his head, looking like he just went through the flashbacks of war.

“But!” the old man popped right back up, trying to stay optimistic. “ This stubborn boy finally agreed to come here with me.” the old man smiled pridefully while the young boy rolled his eyes. Mid-eye roll, his eyes landed on your curious ones. 

After seeing a random pair of eyes looking at him from beneath the glass, he rightfully jumped, a bit startled from the sudden appearance. His fright shocked you out of your gaze as you wobbled over on your toes and fell on your butt.

“OWEiee!” you howl. The old man leans over the counter to get a better look, and is shocked to see a child there. He looks back at the kid, the boy clinging even tighter to his haori.

The man chuckled a bit, putting the back of his hand up to his mouth in a poor attempt to hide his amusement.

“Such a hypocrite Mesi, here you are, springing a random child on this old man. You know these knees can't handle too many surprises.” The man saw a chance to make fun of Auntie and absolutely grasped it.

Auntie whipped around, cheeks dusted red. “Oh clam it Old Man, she’s not even mine.” Auntie explained to the old man, to which he nodded. Not wanting to delve in any deeper in case it might be personal.

You sat up on the floor to which your Auntie made a small hand motion for you to stand up. You did as she said and stood at her side. Auntie grinned widely as she introduced you to the old man.

“Boss-Man, Meet our one and only, [Name][Last Name]!” your Auntie dramatically introduced.

You saw her dramatic introduction and decided to follow up. You couldn't disappoint your Autie, now could you?

“HELLO! I’m [Name][Last Name], Absolute pleasure to meet you! You held your hand to your chest as the other stood sturdy on your hip. You had a determined glow in your eyes.

The old man chucked at the drama before clearing his throat.

“Both of you, it is my pleasure to introduce you to Chisaki Kai. Say hi Kai.” The man said the last part a bit more quietly, but the kid heard it loud and clear. Anyone could tell from his hunched back to his disinterested eyes, that he didn't wanna do this. At all.

“My name is Chisaki kai. Hello.” he said it with the most monotone voice known to man. You sweatdropped at the action but the old man just seemed happy he even listened.

“Though…one more thing,” Everyone stared at the boy in shock, even the old guy. He glanced up with a seriousness in his eye that stated he was about to drop the biggest bomb of all mankind.

“I…really do hope you wear gloves when you make your food. And properly clean the ingredients. I can't have my food contaminated.” 

…

Huh?

Auntie busted out laughing as the old man proceeded to scold the young boy for his brashness. You definitely weren’t expecting a clean freak, but hey, you can work with it.

“I do apologize, he’s only nine. Though he usually acts more mature for his age…” he muttered that last part but it just made your Auntie laugh even more. Though the boy looked impatient for an answer.

You got back up on your sore tippy toes to lock eyes with the boy again. He noticed you and looked at you with an eyebrow raised.

“Don’t worry Ka-ahem..Chisaki-san! We wash each product by han-err-glove! And we make sure to consistently change gloves while making out desserts! We guarantee you that your food is suppppperrrr clean!” you stretched your arms wide to really get your point across. “We’ll even offer you gloves if you’d like!”

This made you Auntie fall down to the floor, her lighter even louder. But Chisaki looked at you for a while before nodding in approval. “Very well, if even a child knows how clean this place is then I guess it’ll be alright to eat here. You were right, Pops, this place is quite nice.”

‘Pops’ sighed in exasperation before smiling at the antics all around him.

—⊹𓈒 ε❤︎︭з𓈒⊹

For the next few weeks, Chisaki came in to pick up goodies for his Pops. You met him every time at the counter, already with his order. To be honest, from the outside it just looked like he was babysitting. You mean, the age difference is there. He was nine while you were four. 

However, on the off chance that he ordered something for himself and actually sat down to eat it, he would listen to you ramble. Well, listen, is a strong word. More like tune you out. But it was still nice.

Even though he didn’t really care about what you talked about, there was one thing he absolutely wouldn’t settle for. You going on and on about heroes.

Though what are you supposed to do? After finding out that you too can be a hero? You just couldn’t stop. So obviously you wanted to talk about your dreams to a familiar person.

However, that desire died as quickly as it was born. While Chisaki was quietly munching on some vanilla cake in a window seat, you used your arms to lift your small body on the table. Though only your head was visible, your excitement was palpable. 

You rambled about the process of making the very cake he was eating, how your mom and dad sent you a letter from America, how you and Auntie watched a cool movie together last night. And finally, you started to talk about heroes and quirks.

You expressed sadness that your quirk had not yet developed and how you wish your quirk could be as strong as All-Might’s. You didn’t pick up the twitch in his eye as you continued. You talked about how your dad actually was helping heroes over in America, and that's why you're staying with your aunt. You were about to share your dream of becoming one when-

“[Name].”

He had said so calmly that you looked up at his face without a second thought. What you saw made you immediately regret it. 

His eyes stared harshly at you, his glare burning deep into your soul. Suddenly, the sun wasn’t so bright and the air wasn’t as sweet. Your breath hitched as you struggled to find it. To respond to the terrifying boy.

“I-I’ll..talk about something else…” As you quietly uttered those words, his gaze fell right back on his cake slice as he continued to feast. You took that as approval to talk.

“I…I’m Starting pre-school soon!” you give him a wobbly smile as you try to keep the mood up. He makes a little ‘mmm’ noise from his mouth. You don’t know if that's just him savoring the cake flavor or him showing you that he’s listening. But you didn't care, You just tried to keep your mind off of the previous interaction.

—⊹𓈒 ε❤︎︭з𓈒⊹

Funnily enough, you got your quirk while Chiaki was there. It was golden hour and you had a craving. A craving for what exactly? 

Donuts.

You started at the box with an intense gaze, a fire burning behind your eyes. It was the week before pre-school started, don't you deserve a little treat? Who cares if it's a customer order? 

By all means you could take it if you wanted to. Just lift the box open and snab one up. Chisaki surely wasn’t stopping you. He gazed at your tiny form staring at the box with a fiery gaze. He still couldn’t understand why the hell you like donuts so much.

Like, seriously? Out of all the desserts your Auntie makes for you, you choose the one thing she serves every blue moon. Donuts.

He rolls his eyes and lets out a soft sigh. Meanwhile you were still trying to solve your problem. If you could just take one up and disappear into your room, why didn't you do it yet? The answer lies in your Auntie.

Your Auntie isn’t blood related to you, so her quirk is a lot more different from your mom’s. Her quirk is Enhanced senses. All her five senses have increased, surpassing the average human. Her strongest sense is taste, hence why she’s a baker. But right behind that is her hearing.

Seriously, you could never sneak around her! You’ve tried scaring her multiple times by now, but she always catches you in the act and proceeds to tickle you near-death. Plus, she is only three rooms away, she’ll be able to hear your shuffling no problem!

You wished you could just seamlessly phase through the box. Kinda like what your father does. You don’t know how but he just phases through walls. In fact, when you still lived with them, he just phased straight through the front door, with no need for a house key. Your mother wasn’t as lucky. She always fumbled with the keys and in the end, your dad had to help her out.

You puffed up your cheeks while holding your breath. You squeezed your eyes shut, deciding to just bite the bullet.

Your hand patted around the box until you firmly grasped a donut. When your wrist felt a bit stuffy so you opened your eyes to see the problem. That's when you realise…

…that your hand just went straight through the box. You stayed in shocked silence as your hand was blurry and transparent. You pulled the donut you had in your grasp out the box, watching in fascination as the donut appeared blurry as well, matching your hand color. 

Your cheeks felt warm as a grin spread across your face. Your hand, as well as the donut, returned back to its usual state. You took a bite out of the donut before squealing-

‘‘I GOT MY QURIKKKKKKK!” you yelled while jumping up and down. Chiaski’s eyes snapped up from his now finished creme brulee. You heard your Aunties heavy footsteps approach the counter. 

You stared at you for a bit before squealing right alongside you. She picks you up and effortlessly twirls you around. She smashes her cheek with yours before sitting you down on the counter next to the pristine donut box.

“So-What is it? Invisibility? Super strength? Laser eyes~?” your Auntie asked you impatiently. You grinned widely as you shared your discovery.

“I think I got daddy’s quirk!” you stretched out your arms to express your happiness.Your auntie clapped her hands excitedly at the new information. “Sweet! Gosh i gotta call em now; say! Before kindergarten starts, let's getcha a doctor’s appointment so you can get your quirk diagnosed! One step closer to becoming a hero!” You squealed excitedly at your auntie’s proposal.

You were so lost in your thoughts of happiness that you didn’t see those golden eyes staring with disdain. With a disgust even stronger than the disgust he had when you were talking about heroes.

—⊹𓈒 ε❤︎︭з𓈒⊹

The soft beeps of the doctor’s office rang out. You were sitting idly on the check up bed while your Auntie was on facetime with your parents. She was excitedly rambling about how cute it is that she got her father’s quirk. Though your parents were as equally as excited.

The doctor walked back with stacks of paper in his hands. Your Auntie perked up at the doctor’s appearance. Your parents stayed quiet in anticipation. You were just moving your legs along rhythmically. 

“Well, it seemed that she didn’t inherit her father’s quirk.” the Doctor stated Calmly. This made your Auntie sober up from her excitement and stare at the doctor in confusion.

“It's actually more complicated than that. You see, she inherited a more complex version of her mother’s quirk.” Now that was a surprise.

“Based on her documents, her mother has the ability to turn the properties of inanimate objects into something else as long as she is touching it. For example, if you had a glass flower vase, you could turn it into stone, correct?” Your mother nodded through the screen as the doctor continued.

“ It seems your daughter can change the properties of both herself and objects that she touches. More specifically, she can rearrange her atoms. The incident you told me about, with her hand being able to ‘phase’ through the donut box? It was actually her changing her mussel and tissue into gas in order to be able to seep into the tiny crevices of the box. She subconsciously changed the donut into gas too, so it would be able to come out the box along with her. Quite clever, I must add.” Your relatives stared at you in awe. Meanwhile, you had started to rock your torso to the imaginary beat your feet swung to.

“Now then Miss.[Last name],” the doctor turned to you. “What would you like to call this revolutionary quirk?”

You smiled, happier than ever before.

“DONUT!” you exclaimed.

The doctor looked at you perplexed while your Auntie doubled over in laughter.

[acourtofbooksandinsanity]

this is long but js bare with me please. i had this idea for an azriel x reader but this could be paired w anyone. so the reader is an archeron sibling. shes nesta’s twin and when they get Made in the cauldron they both take something from it. Nesta taking the power of Death and the reader taking Life. the reader logically id say is like the opposite of Nesta. She’s just so joyful, happy and fun to be around, probably had the most to lose in the transition from mortal to high fae and when she switches to fae life she adapts fairly quickly (or so it seems). id also like to add that nesta is really protective of her probably more so than she is of elain. the reader has a talent for music and loves to sing, through which she expresses her actual feelings for being Made (i was kinda thinking my tears ricochet would be perfect especially the line “i can go anywhere i want anywhere i want just not home”) so she just kinda plays the piano and sings to herself about these feelings until one day when azriel hears a melody coming from a particular room of the house and hears the reader singing. idk if this is goofy but since i cant write (or maybe i can i just havent tried it) if any writers are interested in writing about this id love to see ittt and if u do please tag mee💗💗

[ambcass]

ᴊᴀꜱᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴅᴅ || ᴛʜᴇ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀᴍᴀᴛᴄʜ.

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬. (𝐏𝐓.𝟏)

warnings: mentions of throwing up, cursing, OCC (maybe), Y/N being a lil shit, fake friends, shit talking?, mentions of ED, arguments, stalking (in the sense that!..)

They called me a disappointment. My so-called "friends", teachers, and family. All because I couldn't be #1. I tried, I really did but I just couldn't. Ever since I lost my best friend, MY Jason.

"It's been years Y/N. Why can't you get over it? I got over it when my mom died and-" I cut her off. "How are you making this about you right now, Eveling? Your mom died when you were 5 but I've known Jason since-like forever! I snapped back. She stayed quiet and didn't dare to speak. We got to a bus stop and sat on a bench. In silence.

"I-I didn't mean to talk about your mom like that. I know it must have been hard for you" I comforted her. I didn't mean what I said. The "it must have been hard" part. I only said it because I felt bad. She turned and softly smiled at me.

"It's ok, Y/N. I know you didn't mean it." Excuse me? What did this bitch mean? "I know you didn't mean it" Is that supposed to mean something?!? I brushed it off. The bus arrived. I waved goodbye to Eveling and hopped on the bus. I gave the bus driver exactly $1.25 and sat myself in the back. It took 30 minutes to get home. I didn't mind waking up early to get ready for school but never in a million years would anyone would think a bus would be at full capacity at 6:00 AM!

I got off at my stop and headed home. I unlocked the door. Great. No one home again? On the dining table was a note that stated,

*Back home late. (1 the latest)

*Left leftovers in the fridge.

*Be in bed by 10.

Love, Mom.

okayyy. I walked towards my room. Starting my homework while trying to get rid of the thought of giving up. Not even 27 minutes later, I gave up. I went to the kitchen to heat up the leftovers. My phone started ringing, and Eveling wanted to call. I picked up my phone.

"Hello?" I spoke. In her usual bubbly self, she replied to me in an enthusiastic voice. "Hi! Y/N, I'm at a sleepover right now but it's pretty boring so I decided to call you." The majority of the call time went from her telling me what was going on during the sleepover and me responding with many mhms, cool, and yeahs. I thought the call was going perfectly fine. Our calls were always like this. I listen while she talks. My stomach started to ache. I felt nauseous. I wanted to throw up.

"Eveling, I'm going to the bathroom," I ran to the bathroom because I was sure that leftovers were causing me to feel so sick. After multiple attempts to throw up, I finally got it out of my system. I washed my face and walked out to the kitchen counter.

My phone was on speaker. My phone was always on speaker. She knows this. So, why did she say those things about me? I walked into Eveling telling her friends shit about me.

"Y/N? I think the only reason why she rushed to the bathroom so quickly was because of her eating disorder!" she was giggling. Laughing even. My heart sank to the core of the Earth. Tears were being held back. I slowly walked back to the bathroom. I shouted,

"I'm doneee!" My voice was about to crack but from the speaker, I could hear her friend ask, "Are you sure she didn't hear?" and to that she responded with "We would have heard her fatass stomp around." They all laughed. At this point, I was done. Fuck this- you know what.

"You know what we can all hear? YOUR fatass stomping around for food. Get your fee, fai, foo, fum ass the fuck outa here. Y'know damn well, I'll run your shit. So, don't testtt mee." I retorted at her and hung up. I stormed to my room and slammed the door. I was too mad to cry. I fell to the ground and brought my knees to my chest. The few minutes of desired silence were interrupted. Knock. Knock. Two knocks came from my window. I didn't pay much attention, I thought it was squirrels.

Knock, knock, knock. This time the knocks became more intense and repetitive. I got up, walked up to my window, and opened my curtains. A man with a red helmet, leather jacket, and a suit with a red Batman symbol on it. I flinched and closed the curtains. The man knocked on the window again. He spoke,

"Y/N, don't be so scared." His voice. It sounded like a deeper and huskier version of Jason's.

He's dead. That's not Jason. THAT'S NOT JASON. I tried telling myself this but for some reason no matter how much I tried to restrain, I walked closer and closer to the window. I reopened the curtains.

I took another step and opened the window completely. I allowed this unknown man, who was pretty muscular into my home. He entered my room. The two of us meet eye to eye. He took off his helmet, it released steam, and it had a click to it.

"It's been a while, hasn't it Y/N?" I raised my brows. A man who looked 6'0, with short black fluffy hair and a white streak asked me. He looked like Jason? I thought, but he would never dye his hair with a conry white streak in it.

"I don't know you..." I was lying. I knew who he was but I just needed the confirmation.

"So, you would let a random stranger in your house? What? Is it cause I haven't been there to protect you all these years or is it because you know who I am and you're just playing dumb?" He asked.

It was truly him. He was back and I had so many questions but he's back. My Jason is back and I'll make sure he won't leave me again.

a/n: i was gna post last week but :)...

[invidiia]

❐ - yandere!dazai comforting his darling who's afraid of thunderstorms

note ; hey florida weather, what the fuck?? what happened to our sunny summer?? anyway, it's thundering here pretty badly and scaring my dog and i, so let's do this!! short cause my brain went sooo blank, i think i'll do a chuuya version sometime soon thoughh

warning ; soft-ish!yandere!!! implied kidnapped reader 🥹 so sorry to anyone who was hoping for normal hcs about this LOL!! i condone NONE of this irl.

masterlist - rules - previous

dazai often kept you home while he worked late. it was unusual, actually - he normally came home as soon as possible, even trying to get off work early because he has something else to do.. but he really just wants to see your face.

it was a bad night, really, he was kept inside the agency building while rain poured down roughly on the sidewalks. with just an umbrella, dazai tried to get to his place the fastest he could while you were curled up in a blanket waiting for the loud thunder to subside.

the thunderstorms in yokohama weren't terrible, but this one in particular made you just want to crawl under the tables and not come out until it was over.

so when dazai unlocked the door and opened it, he half expected you to run to him because he knew that the loud, inconvenient noises of the thunder bothered you, which was why he always tried not to make loud noises when he was with you.

he understood, too - he wasn't the biggest fan of thunder, but he didn't mind it. the only other reason he didn't like it was because it scared you. dazai would do something about the weather if he could, he'd do it in a heartbeat - but he couldn't, so he could try to console you instead.

dazai entered his home slowly, closing the door quickly behind him and locking it, just to be safe. he didn't full trust you, after all.

but he was quick to notice how instead of doing anything, you were on the sofa in the corner, curled in a blanket while covering your ears. usually, you'd hear when dazai came home, but this time, you only realized he was there because the door opened next to you.

"my dear, what's wrong? i'm here, the thunder can't hurt you.. what? don't look at me like that. nothing can possibly stain your beauty.. but i can't stand to see you upset, belladonna. i just love you!"

dazai was right, thunder couldn't harm you.. i mean, lightning could, but that wasn't really the issue at hand. the taller man bent down, grabbing your chin and pinching your face with his other hand. he thought you were just so cute when you were scared.

you did try to evade his touch - but lightning struck again, and seconds later, you heard a loud bang. dazai took his hands off your face and reached to hug you, but the thunder had shaken you up, causing you to jerk forward and into his arms. correction.. his chest, since he was taller, and standing up.

"ah, you're hugging me, darling, i thought this day would never come-!" dazai laughed, wrapping his arms around your frame and holding you closer, even while you tried to pull back after realizing that you were hugging him.

you wanted to yell at him to shut up - but another lightning bolt had struck, creating another loud noise. maybe it was nice, being held like this. it caused you to just hug him tighter. dazai just laughed at you, kissing the top of your head before sitting down next to you, pulling you down a bit so you could lay in his lap. he hadn't bothered taking his coat off, but it wasn't an issue.

he didn't do anything else.. he just sat there. his touch wasn't awful. maybe it wasn't that bad.

you and dazai sat there in silence. he would have commented on how you didn't do anything to get out of his hold, but he didn't want to spoil the moment. he didn't, and neither did you. it was somewhat comforting.

a/n: my mind went sooo blank after this, please forgive mee

[islandtarochips]

Call of Duty OC: Camila “Rosa” Flores🌹

A beautiful woman who owns her family bar. It used to be owned by her Aunt and Uncle. And now she has taken over. Everyone had called her “Rosa” because of her love for Roses. Since that’s the English meaning for Spanish. And also, a secret messenger for the Mexican Special Forces. For she is the eyes and ears for them in case she sees or hears anything that is threatening Las Almas.

GENERAL:

🌹 Name: Camila Flores

🌹 Alias(es): Camila, Cam, Rosa, Mila (mee-lah), Flores, The Secret Messenger

🌹 Gender: Female

🌹 Age: Early 30s

🌹 Birthday: November 4th

🌹 Nationality: Mexican

🌹 Place of Birth: Mexico (North)

🌹 Home: Las Almas, Mexico

🌹 Spoken Languages: Spanish (main language), English

🌹 Sexuality: Heterosexual

🌹 Occupation: Owner and the Manager of the bar

APPEARANCE:

🌹 Eye Color: Brown

🌹 Hair Color: Black

🌹 Height: 5’8”/170 cm

🌹 Scars: No Scars

🌹 Face Claim: Eiza González

FAVORITES:

🌹 Color: Red

🌹 Food: Tamales and Enchiladas

🌹 Drink: Margarita

🌹 Flower: Roses

🌹 Hairstyle: Putting up in a high ponytail (during work time) and putting her hair into a braid (when she’s out of work)

PERSONALITY:

🌹 Myers Briggs Type: ENTP Rosa is a very welcoming lady. Whenever you enter her bar or when you bump into her somewhere in the streets. She would ALWAYS give that big and brightly smile while saying hello to you in a cheerful voice. And gives you kisses on both cheeks as a greeting. She loves to meet newcomers coming into town. Rosa would gladly take you out on a tour of the lovely home of Las Almas. If it’s safe though.

🌹 Inventive: She has her talents from her father and the help from her older cousin of creating something out of scraps and even knows how to fixed cars and other engineering work. She has a thing for machinery and stuff. That’s why her bar is not that old looking because of her building skills.

🌹 Creative Mind: She has a very creative mind of decorating things. So her bar is always changing whenever she feels like it needs a makeover. And has many ideas of making it look FABULOUS. She even has ideas for the uniforms for her workers. (And they can’t deny it that they LOVE her ideas)

🌹Versatile: She can adapt to many new things really well. Like if you teach her how to sew a dress, she would GLADLY learn it from you or anyone else! She won’t even complain about it!

🌹 Flirtatious: She has a really good charm and looks to swoon any men that sees her. (Blessed by her mother’s AND her grandmother’s genes. Lol.)

NEGATIVE:

🌹 She has a habit of asking many questions before letting that person even ANSWERED the question. You know, like, Pinkie Pie in MLP (IF you know that show. Don’t judge me.)? Yeah, like THAT kind of energy but not like TOO much.

🌹 She has that small temper when it comes to things that is not done right. When you do one thing that she told you NOT to do. You will get an earful from her. Good luck.

🌹 She sometimes and may have always been…getting into other people’s business without their consent. Like, she’s a curious woman and would just slide in out of nowhere just to get some TEA. (She’s like that during her secret messenger time trying to get as much information as possible before reporting to the Los Vaqueros. But when it comes to drama. That’s for her to know. Lol.)

Skills and Abilities:

🌹 Fighting Style: None

🌹 Weapons: Break-Action Shotgun (kept it under her bar counter in every corner)

🌹 Distinct Weapon: Colt Pistol (always strapped around her right thigh where her black stocking is at)

🌹 Special Skills: Distracting the target with her charm and flirtatious to make sure that they won’t look away from her. Even have the skill of communicating with the target. She can lie and tell them great offers that she had in mind for the deal.

FAMILY:

Jorge Flores (Father, Deceased)

Aurora Cruz Flores (Mother, Deceased)

Victoria Flores (1st Older Sister, Alive)

Sofia Flores (2nd Youngest Sister, Alive)

Liliana Flores (Youngest Sister, Alive)

Jacinto Flores (Uncle, Jorge’s Brother, Alive)

Jolanda Beltran Flores (Aunt, Jorge’s Sister-in-Law, Alive)

Abel Flores (1st Older Cousin, Jacinto’s Son, Alive)

Selena Gabriela Flores (2nd Older Cousin, Jacinto’s Daughter, Alive)

Alfonso Flores (Youngest Cousin, Jacinto’s Son, Alive)

TRIVIA:

🌹 She is the 2nd Eldest of her Siblings and the only one who was very inspired of taking over her Aunt’s and Uncle’s bar place.

🌹 Her and Victoria used to get along just fine. Until the night of their parents being unalive by one of the cartel members. And Victoria had put her blame and anger against their Aunt and Uncle for their selfishness on money. So she left Las Almas having had enough of this betrayal. Lose all contacts with her family. (It saddens Rosa really.)

🌹 She really loves arts and crafts so she usually paint, makes pottery, creating necklaces and bracelets. She just LOVES it! She even loves it more to do it with her younger sisters and cousins.

🌹 Rosa got that title called the “Secret Messenger” from Alejandro. For being able to pass down the intel from one of the cartel without being caught. As she brought that information to Aly.

🌹 Her handy skills was taught by her Older Cousin and her father. For she was very inspired by it. 

BACKGROUND STORY:

Rosa was born and raised in Las Almas. She lives in a house with her parents and her three sisters. And she is also close with her three cousins, who lived next door. Living with their parents as well.

Most people know them by helping out everyone in Las Almas. By fixing their cars, their home, fixing broken pipes. ANYTHING. They are like the handyman. Rosa was very inspired by them and wanted to try it too.

So her Older Cousin, named Abel, teached her how to fix things. Even her father agreed to teach her as well. She got a hang of it and started helping her father and her Uncle whenever they go somewhere to assist people.

She usually goes with them after school.

She loves her family very much. And she would do anything to help to provide money for them. One day!

Rosa’s beauty was also very mesmerizing. Even her older sister, named Victoria. She always looked up to her seeing her beautiful face and body. Should thank their mother’s genes.

These two would always do each other’s make up and fix each other’s hair. It grew them so close even along with their other two younger sisters.

She even enjoys being with her cousins’ company as well. Her, her sisters, her cousins, her parents, her aunt and uncle. There’s nothing that she could ask for more.

Until before the day of the Son of La Araña incidents.

Rosa, who was in her 20s on that day, had found something suspicious with her Aunt and Uncle. Because of hearing her father arguing with her Uncle. Saying something about a “BAD IDEA” or “WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO OUR FAMILY?! PUTTING THEM! PUTTING US IN DANGER?!”

She heard that last week. Not even Victoria knew about it when she told her older sister. But the two had a feeling it’s not good.

So on the day of the La Araña, when the Mexican Special Forces had found the Son.

Rosa, her sisters and her parents made sure to lock everything up during that time. Afraid that they might get into a crossfire.

When everything calmed down. They thought that they were safe.

But are they?

A few days passed after that incident. When during the middle of the night. Rosa was sleeping with her younger sisters, even with Victoria before jolting awake to hear their mother’s scream.

Victoria and Rosa told their younger sisters to stay while they ran down.

And froze to see two men, who had already shot their parents, pointing their guns at them.

Victoria put Rosa behind making sure they wouldn't shoot her. And before the two men could shoot, they were already shot and stabbed by their Uncle and Abel.

The sisters were relieved to see them but questioning what was going on. And that’s when the Uncle had finally told the truth which leaves them and even his son in SHOCKED.

The Uncle had explained that they have borrowed money from the Son of La Araña. Helping him to secretly give out drugs and in return is the money.

BUT when he saw how close they were getting caught and being afraid of putting their family in danger. He and the Aunt decided to spill out the intel to the Mexican Special Forces to STOP him. And begging them to spare them and their family for they were trying to get money.

After telling the truth, Victoria had fumed up with anger and started lashing at her Uncle. While Abel tried to calm his cousin down.

Even Rosa was upset since they have LOST their parents. And because of her kind heart, she forgave them. But not Victoria.

She started to plan to leave Las Almas with her sisters but to her surprise…Rosa and their other two younger sisters don't want to.

How could they not? Las Almas is their home. It’ll give them great pain to leave.

So Victoria just left without giving a proper goodbyes which leaves Rosa with an aching heart. But she stood her ground and chin up as she helped her Uncle to build a bar.

An idea that he has the whole time ever since he assisted La Araña.

Building up a bar and named it “Pequeña Rosa”. Wanting to name it after Camila’s nickname. Knowing her love for roses and her parents always calls her that as well.

Her Aunt and Uncle started to run this place while taking care of their family, along with Rosa and her sisters.

And that’s when she met Alejandro and Rudy with their Los Vaqueros coming in to have some drinks. She heard them talking about the cartel and even that new person called “El Si Nombre”.

She knew that was the person who had killed her parents. So she started to walk over to their table and make them a deal. She had offered them that she would assist them. By giving them intel from anyone who she sees or hears.

Which they’re having a hard time believing that an ordinary female citizen would give them the INTEL.

And she showed them though. For she had found a group of the cartel members just sitting in for some drinks in her new bar.

And overheard their conversation about the deal for one of the drug traffickers. She also told Alejandro and Rudy that they will be back here. So she planned on luring the men into a VIP room where they will wait to take action.

Which they succeeded.

Alejandro was very pleased with Rosa’s help. So in return, he’ll provide them protection for her family and will clear out her Uncle and Aunt’s record of them ever working for the Son of Las Araña.

And that’s when her Uncle decided for her to take over the bar. And let her continue on helping Alejandro and the others while working in the bar. And he knows very well that her parents are so proud. 

The Colonel also introduced her to Aly and her brother, named Karlos. Whenever Rosa has the intel, she would straight up call Aly or her brother.

And from that day, Alejandro had called her the name that only he, Rudy, Aly and the other Los Vaqueros knew her by.

“The Secret Messenger”

Tagging these peeps for I promised them that I'll tag them when I'm done creating THIS pretty lady!

@welldonekhushi @deeptrashwitch @justasmolbard

And also, I want to say thank you to @alypink for helping me to understand about the Mexican Culture and creating this woman! I really appreciate it a LOT! Thank you, pele! Thank you so MUCH!