#I do feel like he wouldn’t be a dead beat and would actually try to be there and hands on like he loves kids idk where sm ppl even get this

[kxsagi]

we love blue lock men with biceps BUT what if their girlfriend ALSO had biceps. yukimiya and karasu would ABSOLUTELY LOVE them omg. and whoever else you want as well. happy request opening day 😚

“𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲”

a/n: THIS REQUEST ATE

GIRLS WITH MUSCLES YES GAWDDD

LIKE I AM SO DOWN BAD (this is what i go to the gym for, to have big biceps and make men cry)

ft. yukimiya kenyu, karasu tabito, mikage reo, isagi yoichi, kaiser michael, shidou ryusei, itoshi sae, itoshi rin

yukimiya kenyu

he tries so hard to act chill. like “yeah, her arms are pretty nice i guess,” but then he’s literally taking pictures of your flexed biceps at dinner. 

“sorry darling, you were just holding the fork so beautifully. the forearm tension? poetic.” 

the first time you picked up a suitcase for him, he went dead silent, stared at you like you were the moon, and whispered, “i’ve never loved anything more in my life.” 

refuses to do anything involving heavy lifting now. “no no, i wouldn’t want to rob you of your passion.” 

once accidentally called your biceps “works of god’s architecture” during an interview and now it’s a fan meme. 

“you’re like aphrodite, if she benched 200 pounds. i love you. i’d get your arm veins tattooed on my own arms.” 

karasu tabito

is openly and proudly obsessed. 

sees you doing cable rows at the gym and audibly says “YESSSS MA’AM.” 

posts thirst traps of you. literally just you tying your hair back in a tank top and he’s captioning it, “i would let her snap me in half like a glowstick.” 

asks you to flex and pretends to faint every time. no exceptions. he once did it on the subway. 

literally sulks when you beat him in an arm wrestle. not because he lost, but because he didn’t get to stare at your arms longer. 

“i’m not saying i want you to carry me into battle but– wait no, that’s exactly what i’m saying. pick me up. now.” 

mikage reo

“my girlfriend? oh, she doesn’t need security. she is the security.” 

started lifting just so he could “match you.” he’s been stuck curling 30’s for three months and you’re casually deadlifting his bodyweight. 

brings you to fancy events just to show you off. “hi, this is my girlfriend. she’s hotter than everyone here and can bench-press your dad.” 

melts when you carry him. giggles. literally giggles. 

asked you to crush a watermelon with your thighs as a party trick and then had to excuse himself. 

“you know what’s sexy? dominance. and lat spreads. you have both. please never leave me.” 

isagi yoichi

so supportive. so lovestruck. 

took one look at your arms and whispered, “yo... she could actually beat me up and i’d say thank you.” 

holds your hand at the gym and pretends it’s because he’s romantic but really he’s just trying to feel your forearm muscles. 

gets visibly nervous when you wear sleeveless shirts. like, “please god don’t let me get a nosebleed in public.” 

one time you opened a pickle jar for him and he just stared at you like you were the chosen one. 

“hey um. love. quick question. how do i politely ask you to crush me?” 

kaiser michael

so smug about dating you, but also on his knees. 

walked past a mirror, saw you flexing, and squeaked. actually squeaked. 

you challenged him to a pull-up contest and when you won, he said “do it again. for science.” 

has a pic of your arms as his lock screen and when mess saw it he just nodded solemnly. 

calls you his “golden muscle angel.” you said that was weird and he doubled down. “NO. I STAND BY IT.” 

posts gym couple pics and zooms in on your biceps every time. his captions are like, “me and my goddess 🛐 pls don’t arm wrestle her, she bites.” 

shidou ryusei

this man took one look at your biceps and started foaming at the mouth. 

“bro, what the hell are you made of? steel?? mama mia.” 

asked you to arm wrestle him and then moaned halfway through. you weren’t even trying yet. 

you opened a jar of pickles with one hand and he fell to his knees. 

“hey babe, quick question. how many men have you bench pressed? would you like to make it one more?” 

tries to outlift you, fails, then begs to be your gym pet. 

“you’re so hot when you ignore gym rules. choke me with a resistance band.” 

once barked at you mid-set and then claimed he blacked out from admiration. “i think i saw god. she had traps.” 

itoshi sae

he pretends like he doesn’t care. always the deadpan, too-cool act. 

“you’re not even that strong.” (immediately gets flustered when you flex. quietly takes a sip of his drink to hide it.) 

but one day you picked him up bridal style as a joke and he had to literally leave the room to collect himself. 

when you're in tank tops, he won't make eye contact with you. stares directly at the wall behind you instead. 

has this look on his face like he’s annoyed when you open jars, carry furniture, or deadlift his teammates, but he’s actually fighting for his life. 

“i don’t like when people show off.” you: casually flexing to wipe sweat off your forehead. sae: swallowing hard “… do that again.” 

his toxic trait is thinking he’s hiding how obsessed he is. meanwhile he’s got a private folder of candid pics of your arms labeled “study material.” 

itoshi rin

rin’s the type to scowl at you for being too strong, then quietly take a picture of your arms and stare at it in bed at 3 AM. 

“that’s too much muscle for a girl,” he mutters. you flex at him. now he’s redder than a tomato and walking into traffic. 

you beat him at arm wrestling once and he refused to speak to you for a week. not because he was mad, but because he was embarrassed at how much it turned him on. 

once caught himself zoning out while you were stretching. when you asked what he was looking at, he short-circuited and said “geometry.” 

you wore a sports bra to work out and he almost cried. like actually had to sit down and “breathe through it.” 

“stop carrying me like a princess. it’s emasculating (he says, as he nuzzles into your chest and pretends to be asleep). 

deep down? he wants you to ruin his ego and bench press it. he is just too tsundere to admit it. 

“shut up. flex again. no one’s looking. except me. obviously. gosh, i hate you.” 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[tariah23]

Sorry for talking about ff but I notice that in a lot of childcare Gojo fics, especially in abo ones, writers tend to make him an absent father and it’s so… ☠️.

[lvl1l1]

Telling LaDS men their card declined

pairings: Sylus, Zayne, Rafayel, Caleb, Xavier x F!Reader(separate)

content: fluff, crack

a/n: wrote this in honor of my card declining at fuckass target today i will never live that down

Sylus

You left this morning, telling Sylus you had to do some shopping.

He sent you off with his black card as usual, you kissed him goodbye at the door, plotting already.

You spent some time idling through town, not actually planning on buying anything.

Once you thought enough time had passed, you checked to make sure Sylus was still home and made your way back.

Mentally preparing yourself for your little act, you stepped through the door, wearing a slight pout.

Sylus, who had previously been sitting on the couch, reading, got up as soon as he saw you.

Seeing you empty-handed, he raised an eyebrow,

“Didn’t find anything you liked, sweetie?”

You sighed and looked him dead in the eye,

“Your card declined and I didn’t bring mine, so i couldn’t buy anything.”

A beat of silence passed, before he burst out laughing, straight in your face.

“I’m serious! I wouldn’t have come back empty-handed if it hadn’t.”

His shoulders were shaking from laughing so hard, seeing the serious look on your face, he finally calmed down a little.

“Are you implying I’m broke, kitten?”

He looked at you, amused, not believing a word you were saying.

“Well, matter of fact is, the card didn’t work.”

You copied his stance, crossing your arms over your chest, trying not to slip up.

His smirk just became more menacing,

“I assure you, there is nothing on this earth you could buy that costs more money than there is on that card. Is this your way of asking me to tag along?”

Your shoulders slumped, giving up,

“Couldn’t you have played along just a little?”

He chuckled at the disappointment on your face,

“Sweetie, I don’t mind you having your fun but let’s keep these scenarios in the realm of possibilities. Make it more believable next time.”

You rolled your eyes, walking past him,

“As an apology for your boring reaction, you can actually come along shopping with me later.”

He followed after you, a hum leaving him, amusement still clear on his face.

Zayne

Zayne had finally come home after a long day at the hospital.

After dinner, you were waiting for the perfect moment to bring it up, you two were doing your nightly routine and once you two had settled into bed, you decided it was time.

“I actually wanted to buy some stuff with your card today but it declined.”

The immediate concern on his face almost made you feel bad for messing with him like this,

“Really? That doesn’t make sense, there should be more than enough money on that card. Why didn’t you call me when it happened?”

You cooed on the inside,

“I didn’t want to bother you at work. It was a little embarrassing, in front of all those people, I mean, but it’s not a big deal.”

He shook his head, reaching out to pat your head,

“I’m sorry, dear.”

Before you could say anything else, he went to get up,

“Let me call the bank, that shouldn’t have happened.”

You quickly grabbed his arm, a smile finally breaking out on your face,

“Because it didn’t. I was just playing.”

He stilled for a moment before sighing,

“Alright. I’m glad, then.”

He settled back in by your side, you tilted your head to the side. Sensing your confusion, he replied,

“I would’ve felt really bad if that actually happened, I’d never want you to feel embarrassed in front of other people.”

You threw yourself into his arms, feeling guilty seeing how much he cared,

“You’re too sweet, now I feel bad.”

He went back to caressing your head, a smile tugging on his lips,

“This is pretty tame in comparison to some of the things you’ve pulled before.“

You pursed your lips, squinting your eyes at him,

“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that.”

Rafayel

Rafayel loved spending time with you, he didn’t care what you two would do, as long it was together.

He’d be alright watching paint dry with you, he considered anything fun as long as you were there.

So, naturally, he was more than happy to come along on your errand and shopping runs.

You told him you wanted to go buy some clothes, telling him he could wait in the car while you just grabbed some things quickly.

He suggested coming inside with you but you insisted he wait and that you wouldn’t be long.

He reluctantly agreed, giving you his card and telling you to take as much time as you needed.

You pressed a kiss to his cheek, getting out the car.

Your boyfriend was so sweet, you thought to yourself, while proceeding with your scheme.

Rafayel was mindlessly scrolling on his phone, waiting in the parked car, when he saw you walk back without holding anything.

He was about to ask as you opened the door, when you thrust your arm forward and held his card out to him,

“Your card declined.”

He physically recoiled at that, looking at you, flabbergasted,

“What do you mean it declined?”

You settled into the passenger seat, biting back a smile,

“I mean, it didn’t work. Whole line of people behind me and I had to put everything back.”

You groaned, hiding your face in your hands, mentally applauding yourself for your great performance.

His dumbfounded expression was about to make you giggle,

“That’s crazy, do you know how much money is on that card? Nevermind, I have three more. I’ll come with you.”

He unbuckled his seatbelt, reaching to open his car door, as you scrambled,

“No, no, it’s okay!”

He shook his head,

“No, it isn’t. Their card reader must be broken. I’ll deal with this.”

Before he could get out of the car, you threw your arms around his neck, leaning into him,

“That’s very sweet of you but your card didn’t actually decline.”

His mouth fell open as he looked at you in disbelief,

“You’re so annoying.”

You stuck your tongue out at him and he mirrored your action.

“I’m gonna eat all your snacks for that.”

A gasp left you at that,

“That’s what you get for making me think I embarrassed my girlfriend.”

“Aww, I could never feel embarrassed because of you! I’d still love you, even if you were broke, y’know.”

He shot you a nasty look,

“Do you want those clothes now or not?!”

Caleb

Caleb gave you his card alongside the key to his place, his car, his aircraft, he truly wanted everything that was his, to be yours as well.

He had to leave early this morning, business with the fleet as usual.

You had told him the night prior that you were planning on doing some shopping, he was sad that he couldn’t come along.

There was nothing Caleb yearned for more, than a domestic life with you, to him that also meant joining you on whatever outings you had planned.

(Un)luckily for him, he wouldn’t be missing much, since you had been scheming ever since you had seen him off with a kiss early this morning.

You did go out but not with the intention of buying anything. Well, not yet at least. Didn’t want him to see the charges on his credit card just yet.

You were wandering around until you were certain Caleb was on his break.

Opening his contact on your phone, you cleared your throat, putting on a bleak tone, raising the phone to your ear.

The phone rang twice before you could hear his voice coming through the receiver,

“You okay, pips?”

You didn’t try to fight off the smile that came onto your face, considering he couldn’t see you anyway, you just made sure your voice was steady and sad,

“Caleb, your card just declined.”

There was silence on the other line, before he spoke again,

“The one I gave you? There shouldn’t be a limit on that card.”

You hesitated for a moment, thinking of what to say,

“Maybe the stuff was too expensive��”

You heard a chuckle, then Caleb responded,

“Hm, I doubt that. Still, I’ll transfer some money onto your own card. Give me a sec.”

And before you knew it, your phone pinged with a notification,

+1,000€

An involuntary gasp left you as you read the number,

“Caleb, that’s way too much-“

“Consider it my apology, for letting that happen, I mean.”

You felt guilt settle in, trying to come up with a way to tell Caleb, that you didn’t actually need the money,

“Caleb, I feel kinda stupid now, uhm, your card didn’t actually-“

“Decline? Yeah, I know.”

You froze, before scowling, not like he could see that.

“Then why-“

This time, a heartfelt laugh escaped him,

“What, it’s not like you don’t have that kind of money on the other card.”

“But that’s your account! I’ll send the money back, Caleb. Just, how did you know?”

He hummed, clearly thinking this was hilarious,

“I’m telling you to keep it, don’t make me say it again, honey. It was pretty obvious, by the way. I always make sure to keep that card charged, y’know, to prevent that from ever actually happening.”

Your heart swelled at that, he was always so thoughtful.

“Ah, seems like my break is being cut short. I’ll see you tonight, get everything you want, pipsqueak.”

You kicked a pebble in front of you, feeling shy now,

“All right. Love you.”

“I love you too”

Xavier

It was your and Xavier’s off day and you needed some new gear for work, the perfect opportunity to mess with him.

He was holding onto your purse as you were going through the racks, picking out everything you needed.

He patiently strolled behind you, carrying anything you handed to him, no questions asked.

Once you decided you had everything, you turned to him,

“I’ll go pay for my stuff. You go take a look around the men’s section, you need new shoes, Xav.”

Xavier nodded, taking out his wallet and giving it to you,

“You sure you don’t want me to wait in line with you?”

You pecked him on the lips, grabbing everything he had been holding,

“It’s fine. I’ll come find you once I paid, okay?”

He nodded, watching as you strolled past him, before he turned and did as you had said, walking out of sight to the men’s section.

Instead of heading to the register as you had told him, you lounged around some other shelves. After you thought enough time had passed, you went into the men’s section, looking for him.

Finding him, you put on a sulking face, walking up to him with his wallet in your hand,

“Xavier, your card declined when I went to pay…”

His eyes widened, resembling a confused bunny,

“It declined? How could that have happened… I’ll contact the bank, maybe someone got the credit card information but even then-“

Once he pulled out his phone, you quickly swiped it from him,

“That won’t be necessary.”

His brows furrowed slightly, unsure of what you meant. You couldn’t stay serious when he looked at you like that, finally breaking character.

“It won’t be necessary because your card didn’t actually decline, whoopsie.”

The cartoonish “huh” that escaped him made you laugh,

“I was just joking. Hilarious, amirite.”

You looked at him bashfully, fluttering your eyelashes.

He exhaled a quiet laugh,

“Right. I should’ve known.”

He took the things you were holding again, leaving his wallet in your hand.

“As your punishment, you can pick out a new pair of shoes for me, then.”

“Oh, gladly!”

He stepped aside, watching you get to work.

Xavier wasn’t too worried when you had come up to him, to begin with.

With how long he’s been saving, he probably still had funds from the gold rush

[silkythewriter]

Heyy so weird request but could you do a vox x reader who has a kinda one sided rivalry with him in the sense every time he releases tech she'll challenge herself to make a better version

Vox with a one sided rivalry with reader!

Warnings!: A tad tinne winne bit of angst!, sorry if he’s OOC! (˃̣̣̥ ^˂̣̣̥`)

Fandom!: Hazbin hotel!

Author note!: OOOOOO I haven’t written rivals to lovers in a bit! Hopefully it’s not too bad!

(￣▽￣)💧

Summary!: One sided rivalry with are favorite TV demon (ﾉ ≧∀≦)ﾉ

❤️Written by silkythewriter Do not steal or repost on any other platform please! <3.❤️

★🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮★

“In the morning, you would gone

I'd be mourning, tryin' to hold on To

the memory of your lips God,

I'm so lovesick What have you done to me?“

★🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮★

!📺✨Vox✨📺!

Devastated, like actually in greif

After YEARS of not even a single demon upon billions below in the forsaken place called hell could make a DENT in the empire he built. But then you came along! With all your Gezmos and trinkets! (He refuses to call them anything other then that)

He is insecure, no matter how much he puts a face on about not having a fear in the world. He dose, he’s terrified of being replaced or knocked off the top!

The first time you released something after he did he merely laughed. You? A small tiny little business? What idiot would do that!? Your product was most definitely gonna be looked over!

Or that is what he thought at first (ಡ‸ಡ)…

Soon he realized how quick your growth to fame was. And honestly had a melt down, who even were you?!

He makes back handed complements on his TV show like for example “and on recent news a new technology has been released by *insert your name/company name*, looks a bit cheap but it’s okay for their first time!”

Yea expect those a lot…

He’s use to company’s butting heads with him, but he always squashed them in under a day! If not less!, so he was bewildered when you just kept popping up everywhere. He doesn’t even know how. half of the channels in hell are owned or under his name! Or at least played on HIS tvs!.

And when he released a product only for the next day for it to get a bit over shadowed by yours he loses it. He immediately thinks your doing this on purpose, he thinks your doing this as a means to get his attention.

Will never admit it but he bought one just to break it outta rage but after a bit he understood the hype, will take this to his second death bed.

He’s never had a good look at you before maybe a small invention or gala for some of the highest company owners in hell. And let me tell you when this man saw you he was shocked, it took velvet to snap her fingers for him to get out of his trans-like-state. He’s more embarrassed then he’s ever been, not only are your products prove to be a good runner up to his but you were making min lose his breath.

He didn’t wanna believe at first before velvet confirmed it to him.

And may i say, the minute you glanced at him and gave him a charming smile while waving your hand at him with a small glint of pride in your eyes, he actually had a system crashed screen as his whole system rebooted.

It wouldn’t be long till you made your way over to him trying to introduce yourself(•̀ᴗ•́)و

Honestly he couldn’t think straight until you excused yourself to talk to another business owner. He dosent understand, for all the years he’s been dead how is his heart beating so fast for you?

In denial about any feelings towards you, it can’t be! He despises you !, right?

Takes him a bit to work up the courage to talk to you again, as he introduced himself properly with as much passive aggressive charm he could muster. Only to be confused at your sweet yet passive aggressive smile as you shook his hand with such care

How can someone be so competitive yet so sweet?

We’re you trying to woo him on purpose!?(ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

He didn’t understand even though he knew your intent, and the underlying nature in your interaction. He still found it charming, and shocking at you technical level and marking tactics. He isn’t happily impressed, but he is definitely impressed, he would never show that though of course.

It always seemed no matter how much of a short time between releases you always managed to make it better he just didn’t understand how!. How did you have such short time to perfect something that he’s been working at for months!

He soon realizes out shinning you or squashing you business wasn’t gonna work. You guys were too evenly matched, it would be through pure luck that one of you would out shine the other one day and not the next. So he did the best next thing, purposed a business deal (quite reluctantly might I add)

To just merge company’s he knew your rise wouldn’t falter anytime soon.

At first you felt like this was a trick, to steal your soul or take you out while your walls were down. But he quickly explained it’d be easier to just have you work on things and share the profit (surprise, surprise)

Now you can decide weather you accept or not!

But after that meeting he would call you over for many more strictly for business meetings! Definitely not just desperate to spend time with you or anything

Even when you proposed to just, email, or text, he still declined saying he found it easier to say what he needed out loud. Definitely…. (≖ᴗ≖✿)

Sooner or later you’d catch on, or some people on the news would gossip of your “secret affairs”

You would soon confront him about this, and let me tell you this man is decent at standing under pressure in some if not most situations expect this one.

I feel like he wouldn’t admit it till MANY months later cause he’s just that stubborn

He just hates it, he hates your stupid smile, the way you make his stomach do back flips, the small glint of happiness and pride when your product is loved and bought by the millions. He hates the smile you keep even if at a rivalry with him. He hates everything about you, he hates it, he hates it so much he ends up realizing he loves it.

Yea he is one complicated man….

But once he finally admits it, and you end up giving it a shot. This guy would try to act like he wasn’t about to shut down, like his inner fans and vents weren’t about to self implode, he’d act cool and collected about it but behind closed doors he’s quite literally smiling like a dope

NOW if this were released to the public, the mess that would ensue is scandals upon scandals.

I mean! Imagine the head lines! “Two of hells most biggest company rivals now together?!”

News is fast to spreed lemme tell you that

I feel like he would rather have the relationship private but if it got out…let’s just say he wouldn’t stop it either per say (¬‿¬)

Overall! I feel like even if it was a one sided rivalry I feel like it would quickly turn to both of you butting heads. Cause to out shine the king of tech himself is quite the challenge, and you being able to do that says a lot!, he’ll be holding a grudge even into a relationship and still would get competitive here to there he would definitely still study your work to see how you improve so fast!. Still in the end of the day he’ll still dote on you behind close doors!

ପ(๑•̀ᴗ-♡ॢ)⋆*✩

★🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮★

WOWZA THAT WAS ALOT OH MY GOSH

ヘ（。□°）ヘ

I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!, I haven’t written rivals to lover plot in a bit BUT MY GOSH NESS ITS VERY FUN TO PLAY AROUND WITH THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REQUESTING PLEASE COME AGAIN! Ｏ(≧▽≦)Ｏ

[alexlikesairconditioninh]

Geo, maybe Sol and Hyugo x a reader who's...uh...strange. Say they get bullied, like, badly, but they just do not care. Just being apathetic to it, they feel pain, they simply are just not bothered to deal with it. Like at all.

I can’t help but think of nick from rotten dinner, anyways

Not proofread, uhm kinda short D:

Hes PISSED, he already has friends who get bulied, (Britney, and deryl, not so sure about deryl). But you as well?— its like their asking to get their asses beat.

He cares about his loved ones to death, even if he’s bad at showing it, after all if he didn’t care about you guys he wouldn’t hang around.

He would clean and patch you up after you get bulied. Every scab, cut and bruse you get just pushes him more over the edge. he would confront and threaten them and with his reputation and stature, they likley leave you alone.

But some people just wanna act tough, and if they wanna act tough then so will he. He'd beat their asses to a pulp.

As for you hes honestly annoyed?- angry? At the fact that you dont care. He loves you no doubt but the way you just go about your day, like its nothing.

Somthing inside him BOILS, because thats just not normal, there just has to be a reason why. The fact your used to getting bullied, used to getting treated like subhuman trash, it just makes him feel horrible and angry.

Even though it doesn't bother you, he tells you to tell him if it does.

He love you and tries to make you know that. Exept he sucks, but thats just how geo is you know?

Hyugo angry, annoyed, people nowadays are just so rude.

But you take it like a champ and he’s honestly proud, even though he hates every time you get a new bruise or scar, how it makes him feel angry and bitter, your strong, and he’s in awe

Who gets up and acts as if it’s nothing after getting their ass beat? You!!! his awesome lover of course!— but seriously tell him next time they pick on you.

He wouldn’t kill them, he has morals and hates injustice. Those people are somones kid, sibling or lover. They make somone happy and to kill them over personal matters would make too much of a scene. he only has so much time left; Killing somone would make the clock tick faster.

Of course somtimes they are actually horrible people, he'd snoop around, finding out details about them. He hates injustice more than anything, so in the case they are actually horrible criminals who’ve committed the unforgivable, bet your ass that they would be dead come morning.

On the other case, if they were just some bully he would blackmail them, anonymously of course— he can't afford to draw attention to himself. Hes trying to be civil, while he could just kill them, he knows he has limits and cant just kill whenever he pleases.

Theres blood on his hands. No mercy, not a second thought. He murders them in the dead of night. They won’t hurt you anymore, he made sure of it.

He’s angry, disgusted that people like them were stupid enough to put their hands on you.

He’s so worried and concerned for you, he’s shaking and trembling asking if your okay, pampering you and giving you the royal treatment but when you assure him it’s fine, that you don’t really care he’s confused, then mad you don’t care, but not at you— no never, he’s mad at them.

Why doesn’t it bother you? Are you used to it?— tell him everyone and anyone who ever put their hands on you.

He’s ballistic and ravenous while ending their lives, slowly and as painfully as possible, he doesn’t care how stupid and irresponsible he’s being, he doesn’t care that hyugos gonna scold him for making such a mess. Anyone who touches his soulmate will end down 6ft in the ground.

[sturniololuvz]

haha it would be so okay if you did freaky stuff. anyway for now do you think you could do a fic where y/n their sister is kinda in a bad mood because of her period and the triplets keep like joking and messing with her until they realize why shes so mad and they apologize. also thanks for being so active you're the best

lol! okayy!

“Oh… That Makes Sense”

Sturniolos x sister

Y/N had been in a terrible mood all day. Everything annoyed her—the way Nick kept tapping his fingers on the table, the way Matt chewed too loudly, and especially the way Chris wouldn’t stop throwing random objects at her just to get a reaction.

She sat on the couch, arms crossed, eyes glued to her phone, trying to block out the sound of her brothers goofing off in the kitchen. They were being extra obnoxious today, and she had zero patience for it.

“Yo, Y/N, catch!” Chris suddenly called, tossing a balled-up sock at her head.

She barely flinched, just turned to glare at him. “Chris, I swear to God—”

“Woahhh, relax,” he laughed. “Why you so grumpy today?”

“Maybe she didn’t get enough sleep,” Matt suggested, smirking.

“Or maybe she forgot to eat,” Nick added. “You get all cranky when you’re hungry.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and groaned. “Oh my God, can you three just shut up for like five seconds? You are so annoying.”

“Damn,” Chris muttered, exchanging looks with Matt and Nick. “Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed.”

Y/N had reached her breaking point. “I AM ON MY PERIOD, OKAY?!” she shouted, standing up.

The room went dead silent. The triplets all stared at her, eyes wide like deer caught in headlights.

“Oh,” Nick finally said, blinking.

Chris slowly nodded. “That… makes sense.”

Matt winced. “Yeah, okay, that explains a lot.”

Y/N let out a frustrated sigh and flopped back onto the couch, rubbing her temples. “You guys have been annoying me all day, and I already feel like crap. Just leave me alone for five minutes, please.”

There was another beat of silence before the triplets suddenly scrambled into action.

“Do you want a heating pad?” Nick asked. “I think Mom has one in the bathroom.”

Chris nodded. “Or chocolate. We have chocolate, right? Matt, go get some.”

“Right, right! And do you need pain meds? I can grab those too,” Matt offered.

Y/N blinked, a little taken aback by their sudden shift in attitude. She sighed but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at her lips. “Okay… that would actually be nice.”

Within minutes, she was wrapped in a blanket, heating pad on her stomach, chocolate in one hand, and water in the other.

Chris sat beside her, looking sheepish. “Sorry for messing with you earlier.”

“Yeah,” Nick added. “We didn’t know.”

Matt ruffled her hair lightly. “We still love you, even when you’re scary.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but laughed. “Yeah, yeah, I love you idiots too.”

[strungnews]

Mark peels his eyes open when he hears the chime of his phone. He’d ignore it if it were anyone else, his beauty sleep too precious for anyone’s demands at this hour, no exception.

Except one, that is.

He personalized his text notification for you, just because, he reasoned. You’d text him late at night, this was no different. You loved showing him all kinds of curious stuff he never knew existed. Usually it was pretty lively, or quiet.

But came another ping, quickly followed by another, then it went quiet.

That was less than usual. Odd.

He opens it up, lockscreen practically blinding his eyes while he tries to decipher what you’re texting. It’s punctual, direct, just your usual self.

Mark. Do you have any glue that can stick anything together.

Its important.

Odd, eery, okay.

At this hour?

What for?

. . .

No reply. The bubbles on the screen disappears, left on seen.

Okay. He needs to check up on you, right now.

“Please don’t do anything stupid.” He mutters under his breath, quickly flying over to you like a bullet to the head.

Your blinds are closed, typically. Lights are open, dim, no shadow casts near the window the closer he goes, the latch isn’t locked. Concerning.

“Hello?” He softly calls out. If this was really an emergency, him calling out to you would most likely be the cause of your death. And he wouldn’t know whether or not to laugh or grimace at that when he’s standing by the headstone of your grave. Who needs some strong ass glue for a scenario like that?

“Im just gonna let myself in…” Its the smell that hits his nose first when he slides it up, like fixing his busted nose by snapping it back into place, he can take a deep breath again. Everything is so strong, so pungent, so headache inducing.

“Why does it smell like rugby in here?” He groans, pinching his nose. It’s so quiet in here.

Usually the soft whirrs of your dingy fan was enough to be white noise, or the sound of your phone playing music faintly by the bed. But nothing, just dead silence and that familiar beat of a heart.

Mark softly calls you out, his socked feet thudding lightly on your floor. Your back’s to him, and he watches as you just eye at something by your feet.

Your favorite umbrella. It was those old fashioned ones, popular in the 1960’s since people raved about a lot of things that essentially made little to no impact back then. Now its handle has been broken and separated, the pungent glue is lathered lazily and hastily, like a doctor trying to revive a patient on the spot.

So much supplies are scattered just at the side, he guesses it was your quick panicky feeling at trying to salvage this.

Mark bought it for you at some antique shop, since you wouldn’t stop eyeing it whenever you’d coincidentally pass by the same row at the place. 100 percent from japan, the tag and the lady at the counter said so!

You paraded that thing around when you first got it, yet hesitant to even use it when you’d actually go out.

‘What if someone steals it?’ ‘What if I forget about it and I cant find it anymore?’ You’d complain, as if you weren’t opening up the thing in your room. Just sitting under it while you typed away like there was a storm inside the place. It was cute.

“Oh, man.” Immediately, he sits next to you and drapes an arm while squeezing at your shoulder.. Enough to let you lean in if you wanted, and enough room to pull away. An option in case you were ever overwhelmed.

Its a bit hard to gauge your expression and emotions in this state. You’re kind of just staring at it with a blank face, eyes while tracing over it like you’re committing it to memory, before blinking it away. Repeating the process.

“Im upset.” You finally say. Your tone doesn’t indicate you’re as upset as he’s thought you’d be. Just like a disappointed sigh kind of upset, the one he’d get from his mom whenever she caught him lazying a second too long.

“I really liked that umbrella.”

“I know.” He leans further onto you when you do first. You both sit there, watching the broken handle of the umbrella and its body just to the side. Like a wielder’s sword put to rest. Boxed and put in a glass in admiration, the rough patches and jaggedness a story of its history, of its past.

“I think Paul could help with this.”

“You think so?”

“He’s a man of many tricks, trust me.” Mark starts to rock the both of you lightly, your body now fully leaning onto him.

“Really now? I think your mom would know more about that than him honestly.” You two giggle, tracing spiraling patterns on his knee.

“Im so telling mom that.”

—

It seemed no glue would be enough to fix that crack in your umbrella shaped heart. It got fixed, of course. But the fear of it breaking even more doubled by the time you’d received it back in one rather than two.

Paul helped install a small hook to attach it at the wall of your room, presented in all its yellow glory.

Mark shortly surprises you by taking you to the same antique shop, this time they were on sale!

“It was like it was meant to be.” You said, pushing the door as the bell above jingles.

“You breaking your umbrella?” That earned a heavy yet light hearted smack on his shoulder. Too early.

It wasn’t all that hard to look for a substitute, the bright yet soft color of green had already caught your eye the moment you started looking, and he thinks there was no changing your mind.

“Look Mark! It even has a crocodile for a handle!” You beamed, brighter than that old umbrella of yours, brighter than the screen of his phone at a late night.

Man, that’ll never get old.

A/n: im so sad (?) that the handle my umbrella broke because i was too busy chasing away the ants in my room and i stepped on it sob. Here it currently lies on my floor still broken and in disrepair

[mossyeyeballs]

TW: mentions of pretty much everything terrible. 🍇, trafficking, all of the above.

CLASS OF 09 RANT, FLIP SIDE SPOILERS

Ok not my usual post (I’ve posted twice ik but shush) but what the freak was the flip side??….. I was a huge fan of class of 09 + the re up but this game was so.. what’s the word….. dog shit? Even if we ignore half of the game being about the creators weird foot fetish, the sl@ve ending was so unnecessary. I feel like the only thing in that route that was worth writing was the issue in retail work and that wasn’t even the star focus, let alone side focus. The main plot of that route was the counselor having some weird illegal 🌽 warehouse, jecka finding it, and then him blackmailing her into human 🚙 🚙 ing?

The only ending I thought was necessary IF THAT was when Jecka found Nicole after the sue a side ending from re up. I thought it did a decent job at talking about sue a side victims, and how nobody really cares about them until it’s too late, And even then they only care for a week or so and then move on.

But the Jeffery dying one was the most out of place in my opinion (unfortunately it beats the foot ending.) For starters, Nicole was really out of character imo, like yeah she’s talked about wishing Jeffery was dead before, but her actually killing him just out of boredom is so odd. Her entire character is “I don’t put effort into anything unless it benefits me.” Killing Jeffrey was not only ALOT of effort, but she gained absolutely nothing. On top of that, saying it’s different than doing. Like how she talked about wishing her mom was dead, but then when she had a heart attack, she panicked. Plus, she PLANNED on making Jecka take some of the blame on his death, which she stated in past games she wouldn’t do. She literally never put Jecka in harms way, let alone jail if it didn’t also benefit them both. But this didn’t, she just did it to do it.

While we’re talking about Nicole being out of character, I feel it valid to mention her and Jeckas dad. For obvious (and gross) reasons, I won’t be detailing this, but her doing that to Jecka wasn’t fully out of character, but still odd. Like I mentioned earlier, Nicole never really did anything to spite Nicole, so I find it odd that she did in this game. You could blame it on “oh she’s a sociopath she doesn’t care.” But I don’t think that’s inherently true. Yeah, I guess it’s canon she’s a sociopath, but in that case they do a bad job at consistency. She’s shown in both games 1 and 2 caring about people she’s close with, whether it’s Jecka, her mom, or even Emily in one segment. So I find it completely random that she did this to Jecka over something as small as not sharing how she got into foot work. Jeckas done much worse stuff to Nicole, and Nicole just didn’t care because they were friends, or didn’t feel the need to put effort into doing something if she did care. So yeah, Nicole basically screwing Jeckas dad over something so little felt out of character.

One of the few things that bothered me the least, but I feel the need to mention was the foot work stuff. Not because it was out of character, i fear I’ve seen worse stuff mentioned in that game. But I guess the way it was portrayed as less of a story plot and more of the creator trying to live out his fantasies. He himself has stated Jeffrey is basically a self insert, so the whole being sexually obsessed with Jecka and her feet felt REALLY weird. Compared to Nicole’s my space favor thing, this just felt dirty. For comparison. Both Jecka and Nicole took up sex work to keep a home life or lackthereof, they both got money from strangers to do sexual things, and they both hated doing it. But why did Jeckas feel so much more personal and gross? Because the actual sex work was shown. In graphic detail. And all of Jeffrey’s (the creators) personal thoughts were stated with no backlash. Jeffery literally asked Jecka if she would 🍒feed him, and he was excused. When Nicole was asked the same hing from the same guy, he was insulted, yelled at, even told to leave.

So, creepy creator who’s obsessed with his barely legal characters, Jecka being sold to 🚙 🚙ing agaisnt her will, Jeffrey being murdered for no reason other than a giggle or two from his haters, Jecka accidentally killing Ari cause she was drunk driving, feet fan service, and fan service in general aside, the game is left only with the regular drug and alcohol abusage we always see. which in the game that was advertised as a new experience felt really stale and honestly left me bored. The ONE SINGULAR time during this game that I giggled was when the hat man appeared in the Ari route.

If you’ve fully ignored everything I said in this, maybe didn’t care, or didn’t even read it. Id just like to mention for everyone that the creator of this game said that anybody who disliked him, his games, his writing, or his humor were kid diddlers. In full seriousness. So yeah, no shock this game was bad, but I guess I shouldn’t have expected better from someone who thinks his haters are all child likers. All this being said, I enjoyed class of 09, and the re up. I’m hoping the anime episode that comes out soon with be a decent save. all of THAT being said, I don’t support this creator. I don’t support his actions, I think he’s a shitty person who’s made some shitty jokes, but made some not so shitty games that I decently enjoyed. I also haven’t bought them, so none of my money has gone towards him or his projects. I in NO WAY support him. Thanks for reading.

Feel free to comment down some of your own opinions if you feel so inclined, I’m interested in what everyone else thought of this game :))

[writingdungeon]

Cheese, Spice, and Everything Nice

Had this brain rot in my head... Its leading to more brain rot... and a new ship...

Listening to the dull buzzing of the microwave, Shane sighed to himself, his eyes closed as he tried to relax for just a moment. He was on his legally required lunch break, the one thing keeping Joja Co. from working him until his back actually broke.

The smell of pepper poppers filled the small break room, the aroma strong and savory as they started to pop and sputter in the microwave. Shane couldn't help but feel his stomach growl in anticipation.

The microwave beeped, alerting him that the spicy goods were finished being nuked. Opening his eyes, he allowed himself a rare smile as he pulled out his food. He couldn’t help but remember the day the Farmer had first handed him a plate stacked high with these pepper poppers.

"You said you were bored of the frozen kind, so I made fresh ones!" they had exclaimed, eyes wide with excitement, bouncing eagerly on the balls of their feet as they waited for him to try one. They were the best Shane had ever tasted—spicy, cheesy, and full of flavor. It made him feel like someone had genuinely listened to him, cared about what he wanted.

The leftovers, in his opinion, were even better, with the flavors blending together over time. It wasn’t often someone besides Marnie cooked for him, just because he'd mentioned he wanted to try something new. It made him feel… special.

“Dude, that smells so good,” a voice suddenly broke through Shane's thoughts. His face fell flat as he turned to see Sam standing in the doorway, already leaning in as if drawn by the scent. The younger man’s eyes were practically glued to Shane's plate.

“Lemme snag one?” Sam asked, not even waiting for an answer as he leaned over Shane's shoulder, fingers wiggling in anticipation like a child reaching for candy.

“Nah,” Shane replied without missing a beat, pulling his plate closer to himself, body-blocking Sam. “This is the last of what Farmer gave me.” He took his seat at the wobbly, outdated table, ready to savor every bite.

Sam’s shoulders slumped in disappointment. “Aw, come on, man! Just one, they smell so good!”

"They are," Shane muttered, taking his first bite with exaggerated satisfaction, making sure Sam saw how good it was.

Sam sighed dramatically, tearing open the package of his frozen mac and cheese. “You know, it’s kinda funny,” he said, tossing his meal into the microwave. “Farmer doesn’t even like spicy food.”

Shane paused mid-bite, blinking in surprise. "What? They don’t?"

"Nope," Sam said, smirking. "Tried to give 'em some hot chips once. They wouldn’t touch them. Said something about not wanting their mouth to burn."

Shane sat there, chewing slowly as he processed this revelation. He looked down at the pepper poppers, the warmth of them still radiating through the plate. “You’re serious?” he asked, disbelief clear in his tone.

“Dead serious,” Sam replied, punching the microwave buttons to start cooking his meal. “Kinda funny, huh? Making pepper poppers when they won’t even eat a single hot chip.”

Shane’s mind drifted back to the excitement in Farmer's eyes, the way they’d watched him take that first bite, practically holding their breath. He had assumed it was just because they were proud of their cooking. But now…

Shane felt a strange tightness in his chest, a warmth that had nothing to do with the spicy peppers. He thought about all the times the Farmer had shown up with little gifts, the way they always seemed to be there when he needed a bit of kindness. It was hard to wrap his head around it. “That’s… kind of ridiculous,” Shane mumbled, a small frown forming on his lips.

“Why would they do that?” Shane muttered, mostly to himself.

Sam shrugged, tapping a beat with his fingers idly on the countertop as he waited for his food to heat up. “Maybe they just wanted to see you smile.”

Shane snorted, though the hint of a smile tugged at his lips. “Yeah, right. You think anyone actually cares that much?”

“Why not?” Sam countered, leaning back against the counter with his arms crossed. “Farmer’s always doing stuff like that for people. They’re just… nice.”

“Nice,” Shane repeated, tasting the word as if it were something foreign. He stared at the pepper poppers, the golden crust glistening from the melted cheese. He bit his lip, his heart giving a faint thud in his chest. “Yeah,” he murmured, “I guess they are…”

Sam watched him for a moment, his expression softening. “You know, Shane,” he said, his voice more serious than usual, “sometimes, it’s okay to let people care about you.”

Shane stiffened, the words striking deeper than he’d like to admit. “I’m not looking for a therapy session kid,” he grumbled, turning his attention back to his plate, though the warmth spreading through his chest was hard to ignore.

“Yeah, yeah, Mr. Tough Guy.” Sam rolled his eyes, a knowing smile playing on his lips. “Just saying.”

Shane didn’t respond, but as he took another bite, savoring the blend of spicy heat and cheesy goodness, he couldn’t help but think that maybe—just maybe—Sam was onto something.

A comfortable silence settled between them, interrupted only by the hum of the microwave and the faint tick of the clock on the wall. Shane could feel Sam’s gaze lingering, but for once, he didn’t mind it.

“Hey,” Sam said suddenly, breaking the silence. “If you ever feel like sharing those pepper poppers… y’know, I’m always around.”

Shane huffed a laugh, shaking his head. “Don’t push your luck, Samson.”

“Damn, worth a shot,” Sam grinned. "…But seriously," he added with a casual shrug, "it's nice seeing you like this. You’re, I dunno, more cool when you're not glaring at everyone."

"Is that supposed to be a compliment?" Shane asked, quirking an eyebrow.

"Take it however you want," Sam replied with a chuckle. "I mean, you're still grumpy, but you’re not as… I dunno, angry all the time."

Shane’s expression softened, though he kept his eyes on his plate. “Maybe I’ve just had a good reason,” he muttered, more to himself than to Sam.

Sam's grin widened, but he didn’t press any further. “Keep it up then. It’s a good look on you.”

"Don't make it weird," Shane muttered, but there was no real bite in his tone.

Sam simply snickered, pushing himself off the counter. “Alright, alright. I’ll leave you to your precious pepper poppers.” He gave Shane a lazy salute and started heading toward the door, playfully pretending to snatch a pepper popper on his way out.

“Touch my plate, and you’ll lose a fucking finger,” Shane shot back, but this time, there was a genuine smile on his face.

[theartkid15]

CEN AND RIGEL MASTER POST?!! ROTT I’m so sorry this took so long i promise im alive i was just trying to think of good silly ideas for yer boys.

Anyway……. Let’s get on with it!

Cen- he bites as a defense mechanism and has sent scraps and lootbags alike to the ER. Now the doctors recognize his bite pattern on first glance.

Rigel- he doesn’t tap people on their shoulder or nudge people to get their attention, he pinches people instead. And not with his fingers, he pinches people with his knuckles which hurts 10x more . If that makes any sense.

Cen- normally he would steal from an art supply store or a stationery shop for his art supplies. But sometimes he needs to get a little creative if his resources run low. So it’s common to see him swiping the charred pieces of wood out of a dead fire to later use as charcoal. Or find various flowers and berries to later reduce to a decently pigmented watercolor. You can even make paint out of eggs. He uses that art supplies he created the most when he feels a creative burst.

Rigel- On really, really, really, slowly days of selling the newspaper, Rigel actually tries to read it and annotate it. Maybe even fix a few grammar or spelling mistakes he can catch right away. He can’t catch every mistake from the paper and some of the annotations can be wrong, but it kills time and makes him feel smart considering all his knowledge is self taught.

Cen- you know those caricature artists you find on the street during events or just in a more populated area? Yeah, Cen became a caricature artist for a day as a quick cash grab during a festival in Ramshackle. But he wasn’t one of those artists that pin pointed and accentuated your nicer/ cuter features. No, he pin pointed and made ur most ugly features you are probably the most insecure about the vocal point of the drawing. People were given crimson chins, buck teeth with food stuck between it, monumental foreheads, hairlines that recede back for miles and so much more. People left his booth either in tears or laughing so hard they couldn’t breathe.

Rigel- he is the reason both himself and Cen wear those fingerless gloves. Rigel would get a good flow of writing creativity and NEEDED to write down every idea in his mind before he would forget it all. So he would write nonstop for ideas for pomes or stories to write about later. But all that writing made his hands and writs hurt and cramp up. So he tried finding solutions from tape to bandages to making a makeshift ice pack. It provided temporary relief but it wasn’t a full proof fix. Until he was scavenging for food and food two pairs of compression gloves. He thought it was a dumb idea but he was desperate for a solution. After wearing the gloves for a few days without any pain, he kept both pairs, one to wear daily and the other as a backup. But he realized that Cen was experiencing the same thing with his art. So Rigel begrudgingly gave the second pair to Cen. Now if only one of them could find a knee brace for Cen’s jacked up knee……

Cen- on the topic of his jacked up knee, if he walks for an extended period of time his knee starts to click when he walks. Which wouldn’t be so bad if it wasn’t so audibly loud and annoying. It doesn’t hurt from when he first initially injured his knee but due to being broke and having insufficient funds, he can’t get a doctor so it never healed correctly for him. His knee also has an infinite popping glitch so Cen can pop his knee as many times as he wants with having to wait. So he pops it on purpose to gross people out. How did he injure his knee? He couldn’t tell you, either play fighting with his brother or running away from authorities, or just doing something incredibly stupid.

Cen and Rigel’s way of bonding is playing fighting. Like one will start in by throwing those fake air punches pretending to beat each other up. Before they actually start hitting each other. They keep a score board on how many wins they have over each other as a way to see who is the superior twin. Another way they bond is practicing different tricks on their homemade skate boards or practicing different parkour moves to be able to get around town faster or to evade the police. 9 times out of 10 they get bruised or earn themselves a new “battle scar” because they become a little too confident in their abilities.

Rigel- lowkey has one-sided beef with elderly people. I dunno, maybe it’s because of the sweater vest he wears but older people approach him because he is a little more nicely dressed than the average scrap. And he is sick and tired of having to repeat himself over and over again or having grandmas think it’s okay to pinch his cheeks.

Cen- he once convinced Rigel to cut his hair since it was grown out to the point he was getting confused as a girl. Cen would do it himself but he knew he would get impatient and cut off too much hair. So he made Rigel do it. But Cen kept moving too much and Rigel accidentally chopped off too much hair in the back. After a moment of silence followed by Rigel cackling at how chopped his brother looked, Cen promptly beat him up, mourned the loss of his hair, and then proceeded to find something to cover up the shame of the bald spot. Thus his signature cap, he decided to keep it even after his bald spot grew back hair because he thought he looked cool.( insert that one audio “ damn we messed up we gotta go bald”)

Rigel- he sometimes thinks about their parents. Why they left, why they abandoned them, where are they now. He gets in his own head a lot and will think for hours about it if you let him. He wonders what they would look like, if he inherited any defining traits or qualities, something. He wrote a poem about it once, about missing someone you never even met. He doesn’t show it to Cen but he keeps it tucked away somewhere safe. He is thankful he isn’t doing this whole surviving thing alone and he was given a built in best friend.

Cen- on his end, he harbors a lot of anger and resentment towards their parents. He feels extremely abandoned and just angry that his life has to be so hard. That everything would have been better if their parents just stayed. He convinced himself a long time ago that if they ever showed up he is walking the other way and he is taking Rigel with him. He had that mentality that he doesn’t need parents if he has survived this long without any help. His anger comes out in short violent bursts that he tries to keep contained and away from Rigel. The most healthy coping mechanism he has is trying to visualize and draw what their parents could look like before destroying the drawing because it doesn’t look right or it isn’t realistic. Only one drawing survived this treatment and it is kept tucked away where only Cen knows its whereabouts.

If they did have parents Rigel is a mamas boy, Cen is daddy’s boy.

Rigel- he wishes he was able to go to a school to get educated. He learns through instructions and structured lectures. But after overhearing Tre’s

Experience with private school and how long the school day is and the amounts of homework, projects, and tests he would need to do, he figures it’s better to keep that dream a dream and not a reality.

Cen - he learns better through visual modeling and being able to use his hands to figure out things on his own. That’s why art calls to him so much. He is able to use sensory input such as sight and touch into an activity. So using pencils or charcoal, or using paint brings happiness. And he was so excited when he found some natural clay on the outskirts of town and made little pottery pieces for himself and Rigel to use. Cen has a lot of dexterity and eventually able to use both hands with the same skills and technique that he is basically ambidextrous.

Dante is kinda the father figure/parental figure to all of the younger scraps in general. But Cen and Rigel are the only younger scraps brave (dumb) enough to break into his tavern/ bar when they are looking for something to eat or drink. In short both twins almost got their $hit rocked by the angry old man before he realized they just needed something and were willing to risk getting caught or hurt if they stole something. They made it out alive and still cause absolute havoc in his bar and thus earned themselves the loving nickname from Dante, Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb.

One time they switched spots for a day. So Rigel as Cen and Cen as Rigel they tried to not make it seem obvious of the switch but realized they didn’t have to when literally nobody in the entire town noticed the switch. And both twins were genuinely so offended because of it because they thought they had more defining traits than that. So after the switch they didn’t talk to anyone for a few days before they finally snapped and told everyone that they swapped places for a day and no one noticed.

Kay- this one might be a little out of character but listen. When Stone is having a really good day or a bad day, he pulls the some prank every so often. He either pays the twins or trades something with them for a favor. It’s simple. To find his sister Avrille, distract her, pickpocket her or even just annoy her, and the second she notices she is being robbed or messed with, to kick her cane out from under her to make her face plant onto the cobble stone. Cen, Rigel, and Stone get a kick outta it, but Stone tries to be more nonchalant about it. But Cen and Rigel are always willing to pull pranks or mess with people on other’s behalf, but for a price or fair trade.

To add onto that, they are kinda like everyone’s messenger boys. Mainly just scraps and the select few people they know from the working class( Maroon or Dante ). They mainly started this when Ditch and Vinnie first broke up and their turf got divided. They didn’t want to talk to each other nor even look at each other but they still needed to communicate for “business purposes “ on Ditch’s half. So they got recruited to send messages back and forth between Vinnie and Ditch. Things quickly escalated with the messages, going from “ Ditch says you need to give up five more feet of your turf” to Vinnie sending back her message of “ well then tell Ditch he is being a petty a$$ b!tčh”. Soon Cen and Rigel now knew the feeling of what it’s like being of a child of divorce.

Rigel and Cen do start unnecessary drama when they truly get bored. Like they pick out a person they know or someone random in a crowd and start making things up that are almost not believable but somehow still entertaining enough to be believable. That is how people now think Vinnie has fleas, Stone is faking his accent, Skipp’s scarf is alive, Ditch is naturally a ginger and files his teeth to look sharp, Tre is actually bald and wears a wig and so on. This has gotten them in trouble on multiple occasions in the times they have gone too far.

For a dollar extra they will sell you their “underground newspaper “. It’s just a Frankensteined newspaper with random scraps of paper taped onto it with petty drama that is going on in the scrap and lootbag world. They are professional ease droppers and will find out any gossip they can so they have dirt on people for blackmail.

Rigel- has unnaturally long and thick eyelashes. Cen taunts him by calling him pretty boy.

Cen- has unnaturally well kept and long fingernails. Rigel taunts him by asking him when he is gonna file down his talons.

They are honestly horrible gift givers, even to each other, not even on accident they just don’t know what to get people. Like Cen forgot everything Skipp likes ( PAPER APPLE?!) and literally picked up a cool rock and gave it to him as a gift. Skipp still loved it because in his words “at least you thought of me when you found this rock”, but later Cen stole a few apples from Skipp and drew him a couple pictures. Rigel didn’t know what to get Tre for Valentine’s Day ( POLICE REPORT?!) and Rigel could not be found for the entire day because he was doing side quests to figure out what to get Mr. Fancy pants Rich McGee. Later he handed Maroon a piece of paper and told her to give it to Tre when she can, the paper turned out to be a decently sweet love letter and poem.

Cen - when he started dating Skipp he didn’t act all lovey dovey at first but over time he just fell harder for that ginger. To the point he was mindlessly doodling him on the sides of the newspaper they were supposed to sell and when Skipp was brought up in conversation, he would talk about him for hours if you let him with a love struck look on his face. Which of course would cause Rigel to gag and tell his twin to save the sappy story for someone else who wants to listen.

Cen - convinced Skipp to switch hats for a day. It was honestly very cute if it wasn’t for the fact that they gave each other lice afterwards. But they still switch accessories every so often. Like they switch gloves or Cen takes Skipp’s scarf for a day.

Cen - the only time Cen is ever really quiet is when he is listening to his boo boo bear Skipp (kill me) play his mandolin. He just sits and watches for however long Skipp can play, violently shushing anyone that is coming between him and listening to the music that Skipp is making.

Rigel- he is happy for his twin that he found someone to have a stable relationship with. He doesn’t feel the need to be overly protective of Cen because he can handle himself. But he did pull Skipp aside and tell him that if the relationship goes down in flames, his mandolin, scarf, and Skipp himself will go up in flames. But Rigel doesn’t worry about Cen and that relationship too much, and is willing to give advice if asked, even if the advice that is given is just “ he is just a guy, run him over with a stolen car”.

( idk any popular ships with Rigel so i choose police report as the main ship ( Rigel x Tre))

Rigel - he jump scares Tre just to get attention and serve as a greeting to the wannabe cop. He chats with him for a few minutes, and of course convinces Tre to buy a newspaper off of him, maybe even flirts a bit before running off with Tre’s wallet in his hands.

Rigel- he admires Shakespeare and his works, and really wanted to go see at least one play of his in Ramshackle, he didn’t care which play it was, if it was McBeth, Hamlet, Romeo and Juliet he just wanted to see one live. And so that was his and Tre’s first date to go see Romeo and Juliet as corny as that sounds. Now while Tre is in musical theatre he can still tell when the acting is really bad but Rigel couldn’t care less because this was the first time he was witnessing a live performance.

Rigel - He does ask Tre a lot about schooling and just learning in general. Which gives Tre the idea of bringing some workbooks and literature pieces for Rigel to do and analyze. It’s their own way of bonding and keeping Rigel out of trouble for a few hours.

Rigel - if he ends up dating Tre, he and Cen included have an infinite get outta jail free card glitch. Because Tre is a weak softy and caves instantly when Rigel makes the least convincing puppy dog eyes that he was completely innocent of whatever he is accused of ( he isn’t, he knows full well what he did and will do it again)

Both Cen and Rigel are both kinda envious of each other and it kinda fuels some of their bigger arguments. Where Cen is much more confident, outgoing, and more brave to take risks, Rigel’s lacks some of those abilities. Where Rigel is able to analyze a situation, use cation, and more book smart, Cen falls short in those aspects.

At the end of the day if they admit it or not they still be each other and couldn’t function without the other. They are a package deal and where one goes the other is bound to follow. GRRRRR I LOVE THEM SO MUCH THEY NEED TO EXPLODE-

- anyway that is all, I literally wrote down all my ideas until I couldn’t write anymore. I hope you enjoy and if I mis-characterize anyone I apologize. Anyway @rottmeltson dinner is served hopefully you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed making it.-

See ya later- 💜✨🪻☀️💫🔮🌙⭐️🪐

[reavesluv]

Good luck, babe.

Pairing: Kamorea Arnold x fem!Cheerleader.

Summary: You and Kk met in middle school and became best friends. In your sophomore year of high-school, your feelings started. And scared of not fitting in, you left her, But kept the promise of going to Uconn.

Fluff + angst ig

prob part 1

important: reader despises homosexuality at first, tries to fit in. Not ready to love someone of her same sex, scared of what people would say.

notes: i’m sick of my fucking ass chem olympiad test so i’m writing 😁

It started long ago, back when you were just a baby– your mom used to say.

You never understood why you had to meet Kk, but it just happened. And honestly, you were not mad about it, that girl was the dead of you.

Back in eight grade. Art class.

Kk didn’t even know how to draw a figure without it looking like she did it with her eyes closed.

“Need any help?” You ask, looking at the girl.

She had short african braids, a smile that could light up a room, and like 7 inches taller than you.

“Yeah i do, but my drawing is awful, i don’t even want to show it to you.” She chuckled, trying to break the ice.

“Is alright–” You laughed. “I’m here, I can help you.”

Kk didn’t know your words would change her life, because if she knew, she would’ve said no.

“I’m Y/N.”

“I’m Kamorea, but call me Kk.”

You helped her, and she never stopped looking at you after. Not only in class, but everywhere.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

High-school came, and with that, your enormous desire of wanting to fit in.

You became a cheerleader, because your mom was one when she was your age. And Kk, she kept playing basketball as she always did.

You were best friends, or at least that was Kk used to say to people when someone asked her about you.

Kk never really hide who she was, she was free. She loved to dream in big frames, and she always wanted you to be in those frames.

But sophomore year of high-school hit you like a bitch.

You matured, your breast and your glutes grew a lot more than expected, your legs were big and muscular. You were exactly the type everyone wants to date, but mostly, men.

School was great, cheer was great, everything was great. But, you didn’t want to accept the fact that your heart was completely disattached from you. It stopped being yours a long time ago.

Accepting the fact that you loved Kk was so hard. And you couldn’t think about anything else than: “What is the people going to say about me now?”

So you made your choice, and even if your heart beated for Kk, you had to leave.

You were not a bitch, though. You told Kk the truth, you didn’t want to be in love with her, because for you, it was disgusting.

People would look at you different if they saw you with a girl, and that’s the only thing you didn’t want.

Kk understood, and even if she loved you back, she let you go.

“I hate liking a girl, Kk.”

“You hate liking me?”

“Not you, but the homosexuality.”

“If you really love me, you wouldn’t care.”

“Is not that easy Kk, you are free, I’m not.”

“Please Y/N, I love you too.”

“I’m sorry Kk, i can’t.”

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

You ignored Kk the rest of your high-school years, you dated a few guys, but the one you really cared about was the starting quarterback of the football team.

You actually liked him, you were bisexual, but you were still hiding the fact that your heart belonged to a girl.

he was good to you, and he really loved you.

He knew everything about Kk, cause even if you didn’t want someone to know, you told him.

“I hope you don’t mind that i– liked a girl.”

“I don’t Y/N, but i hope you’re not with me because you’re trying to prove something, i really care about you.”

You didn’t say anything, you couldn’t. You didn’t love him, you loved Kk.

Kk used to see you laughing and holding hands with him in the halls, walking like the school belonged to you two.

“You have to let her go.” Kk’s new best friend, Jana, said.

“I know, but i can’t, she’s the love of my life.”

“Oh Kamorea please, be serious.”

“You don’t understand Jana, you’re straight.”

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Either way, you and the quarterback didn’t last long, he knew how you felt about Kk, and even if he loved you, he put himself first.

You made a promise to Kk that you would both go to Uconn when it was time to make college decisions.

Soon enough, It was time to make college decisions. And you had a lot.

UCLA, Yale, university of Kentucky, Berkeley.

But only one mattered to you, Uconn.

“Welcome, class of 2029.” You read on the email. you did it, you got into Uconn.

“You’re really going to Uconn? You have better options, darling.” Your mom, who you always relied to, said.

“I know mom, but– i know Uconn is wating for me, believe me.”

“I trust you, you do what’s best for you.” She said, smiled and left you alone.

It wasn’t true, though.

You wanted to believe that Kk kept her promise too. That’s it.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Oh, you loved Uconn.

It was amazing in every way possible, the people, the cheer squad, your teachers, you loved there.

“So, we’re cheering for both the male and female basketball team, plus the men’s football team.”

You really didn’t know who was in those teams, you were just excited to cheer.

But you never really stopped thinking about Kk, you wanted to know if she was there, or even if she was thinking about you, as much as you think about her.

Entering the gym for the first time, looking around the place that you would be for another 4 years, it was crazy.

And that’s when you saw her, entering with a ball and her braids in a ponytail. The love of your life was there, in the same place as you, again.

“This is the girl’s basketball team, we’ll have to share the gym at least once a week.” The captain, a senior called Ivie, said to everyone else.

You couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. Your thoughts were far away now, you could only see her, your girl.

And that’s when it hit you.

You loved her.

That was it, you loved her.

Seeing her again, in a completely different place, with a completely different perspective of life, It didn’t matter anymore that she was a girl, the only think that mattered was that she was not yours.

You felt nauseous, dizzy, awful. You couldn’t believe all the mistakes you made.

“What’s so important about people’s opinion?”Nothing. Why would you care? if it was your life, not theirs.

Kk couldn’t stop herself of feeling the same way as you did. Same thoughts, same need of claiming you as hers.

You had to leave the gym, because you felt the killing sight Kk was giving you.

You decided to find the vending machine and buy a bottle of water, drink something that could make you feel a little better.

“Y/N?”

Fuck. No way. Fuck.

You turned around, scared of the person that called your name. Cause you knew that voice– Fuck you really did.

You looked at her, and didn’t say a word, because they were not coming out.

“What are you doing in here?” She asks. “I thought you–.” She couldn’t say anything else.

A silence filled the hall, it was thick and rough.

“I thought you–.” You said, but your throat was dry, like you were sick.

That same silence that was trying to kill you both.

“I thought you weren’t going to come to Uconn.” She finally said, giving up.

“And i thought you weren’t either.” You answer.

She looked at you, in a different way than before, like she missed you.

“I’m sorry, Kamorea.” You said

She kept her silence, but stepped closer.

And you felt that warm again, as if it never left.

You wrapped your arms around her the same second she did. And tears were already falling from your eyes.

“I love you.” You said in a whisper, hoping she didn’t hear it.

“I love you too.” She answered, in the same way as you did.

You looked at her, trying to understand if she was just messing with you.

“I hope you can forgive me.” You said, wiping your tears away.

“Fuck Y/N, you broke my heart.” She said and chuckled softly, but her tone remained serious.

“I know, i was so dumb, i was blind. I’m sorry i didn’t let myself feel.”

“I hope you got what you wanted.” She answered.

“Never did. It was never you.”

And the kiss she gave you, was like a lock she put on you. You were hers, and she was yours.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

oh Kk i love you, Im such a kk’s girl fr fr

[justagalwhowrites]

The Savage and the Sanctuary - Prologue

Tommy offers Joel help one last time. The prologue to The Savage and the Sanctuary, a no outbreak TLOU story found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

CW: Grief. Mentions of child death. No use of Y/N. Whole fic will be explicit so minors DNI, 18+ only.

Length: 1.3k

Fic Masterlist | Masterlist | AO3 | Next Chapter

“If you think I’m not going to fight for what’s mine, you’re insane!” 

Joel remembered the woman on the screen. She was young, beautiful, her perfectly made up face snarled in rage. He remembered her. He always remembered her. 

He remembered the scene, too. 

Sarah had loved this show. She was obsessed, one of her friends at school put her onto it and she watched it all in a matter of weeks on Netflix. 

Joel had hated this show. There were drugs and sex and Sarah was just 13 when she watched it but he’d been such a sucker for her that he let her. He’d always been a sucker for her. He always gave her whatever she asked for. 

Maybe that had been wrong.

Maybe if he’d stood his ground more, maybe if he’d been a better father instead of just giving his daughter whatever she wanted, she wouldn’t be dead. 

“Mr. Miller?” 

Joel looked away from the television, reminded that he was in the hospital and that it must be after 3 a.m. by now. The nurse stood in the doorway, an almost pitying look on her face. 

“Your brother is here to see you.” 

Joel just went back to watching the TV. The woman he remembered was still there, beautiful face streaked with tears.

“I can’t believe you,” she whispered. She was a good actress, he thought. Convincing. She sounded like she was in pain. He doubted someone like her even knew what that would really feel like, what that would really sound like. He did. He knew. 

“Joel.” 

He looked to the door, his brother standing there, the early morning beginnings of a beard on his chin, in athletic wear instead of the suit he saw him in so often these days. He looked back to the TV. 

“You can’t keep doing this, man,” Tommy said, coming in and standing beside him. The woman on the TV raised a gun. “You can’t keep beating the shit out of people you don’t like, I can’t keep trying to buy them off, Maria can’t keep talking you out of trouble with the cops… Hell, I only really talked Maria into it this time because it’s the anniversary of the day she… we know it’s hard but you’re this close to ending up in deep shit with an actual rap sheet, man.” 

She screamed and sobbed as she pulled the trigger. 

“Joel.” 

The woman panted for breath before lifting the gun to her temple. It cut to commercial. 

“Sarah loved that show,” Joel said, looking away from the TV to see Tommy close his eyes and shake his head with a sigh. 

“I know you’ve been strugglin’,” Tommy said, crossing his arms and looking at him again. “And I don’t blame you, alright? What you’ve been through… I’d be a wreck too. I know it ain’t the same but it killed me too, for a while, losing her that way. Can’t even imagine what it’s like for you. But Joel… it’s been three years now. You can’t keep destroying yourself like this, you just can’t. It’s killing me to watch you do it but I don’t got it in me to keep saving you. I cannot let you drag me down with you, not now, not with…” 

He clenched his jaw for a moment, looking back toward the door and back at Joel again. 

“Maria’s pregnant.” Joel’s heart clenched. “She’s my focus now. I want to be there for you, Joel. Lord knows I owe you after everything you did for me but I can’t do it at the expense of myself or my wife and my kid. You understand?” 

Joel nodded slowly, looking to his boots. There was a dark spot on the left toe, the leather never really clean from the blood. 

“Here,” Tommy held out a business card.

Joel frowned. 

“Think I know how to get ahold of my own brother.” 

“This ain’t for me,” Tommy said. “It’s my hiring manager. This is the last thing I’m doin’ for you, Joel. Come and work for me. I can help you that way, make sure you’re not out there on your own. You don’t got the formal training of the other guys but we can handle that. Christ knows you got the raw skill, just ask the asshole whose face you rearranged…” 

“He’s lucky that’s all I did,” Joel snapped. 

Tommy ignored him. 

“Once your hand heals up, we can get you started,” Tommy said, card still out. Joel took it, running his fingers over the embossed lettering. “I want to help you, Joel. I want to be there for you. This is the last way I can do that. Understand?” 

He just looked at the card, Miller Security in large letters, Military Grade Personal Protection in smaller ones below. The email address was for someone named Marlene. 

Joel had probably met her at some point but he didn’t remember her. Joel had been to a few company BBQs and happy hours for the private security company his brother had founded about six months after his daughter died. 

Tommy used to work alongside Joel, the two of them taking contracting work together. If wasn’t easy work but it was satisfying. Joel liked building things, liked working with his hands and seeing the physical manifestations of his labor. It wasn’t a bad life, in hindsight. Not since he’d blown it. 

After his daughter died, Joel couldn’t keep working. He tried, after a few weeks, to get back to it but he sometimes showed up drunk, sometimes didn’t show up at all. It wasn’t long before he was fired and word spread. Soon, he got shot down for every job he tried for. He’d screwed over not just himself but Tommy, too. 

That’s how Tommy came to create the security company to begin with. He had a few old special forces buddies move back to town looking for work and Tommy realized he had a lot of highly trained men with time on their hands at his fingertips. What better way to put them to use than to start a security company?

The business took off. Joel was proud of him. Or, as proud as he could be while the rot of guilt gnawed at him for letting down his then struggling brother so badly he needed to start his own fucking business to fix it. 

And now his brother - six years his junior, the kid he’d promised his mother he’d look after when she was on her death bed - was offering him a job after bailing him out at least a dozen times in three years. 

“I want to help, Joel,” Tommy said. “Please let me. Work with me, get back on your feet, have a support system. I want to help but you have to let yourself be helped. Please.” 

Joel tucked the card into the pocket of his shirt and looked at Tommy, a pleading look in his eyes. Eyes that reminded him of Sarah. 

“Alright,” he said. “I’ll email in the mornin’.” 

Tommy closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. 

“Thank you,” he said as a nurse came in around him. “I’ll be out here, give you a ride home…” 

“We’ll have him out quick,” the woman smiled kindly as Tommy turned to go. “I’m here to handle discharge. Can you confirm your name and birthday for me?” 

“Joel Miller,” he said. “September 26, 1982.” 

“Oh!” She looked up from the chart and smiled at Joel. “Happy birthday!” 

Next Chapter

A/N: Welcome to The Savage and the Sanctuary! I like to introduce my new fics as I'm finishing up an existing one. This likely won't get chapter one for a few weeks yet but you never know what might happen! I hope you're excited to go on this journey as Joel learns to find himself again after surviving the loss of Sarah. There's a lot of angst and excitement and smut ahead! Fingers crossed you enjoy the ride.

Love you!

Taglist: @christinamadsen

[attemptingtowritehalfwaydecently]

how to disappear

Bakugou x reader

Based on "How to Disappear" by Lana Del Rey. Red words are lyrics from the song.

Cw: angst with a bittersweet ending, mild depictions of violence, nightmares, language, suicidal ideation, death of a sibling, and yelling/arguing.

Notes: this is only my second time writing fanfiction and my first time actually posting on tumblr. Please be nice to me :')

John met me down on the boulevard. Cried on his shoulder ‘cause life is hard.

It was during your third year at UA that a thought crossed your mind. That Katsuki Bakugou could mean something to you. There you were, sitting on the couch of the common room, wrapped in his arms as you sobbed and beat on him over the death of your little sister.

“If only I’d known.” “If only I’d been there.” “If only I’d warned her more, then that villain wouldn’t have gotten her…” Through all your what-ifs, all your fists pounding against his chest, he never said a word. He just held onto you, anchoring you as you got lost in the waves of grief.

The waves came in over my head. What you been up to my baby? Haven’t seen you ‘round here lately.

After a few weeks away from school, spent with your family, you finally returned to UA. You didn’t know how to approach Bakugou, didn’t know what to say to him. So you didn't approach him, didn’t say anything to him. But you caught his lingering glances. You saw the hint of concern in his eyes when you weren’t keeping up as well as you should be in training.

You hadn’t been sleeping well. Your dreams were plagued by the villain attack. Being right there, watching your dear baby sister get left for dead. Bloody and beaten, chest shuttering, as if her body is saying ‘This is too much. I can’t do it anymore.’ You’d scream for help, run to her, and hold her, except no sound came out of your mouth. And no movement comes from your body. You are just forced to watch the life seep out of her body. Slowly and slowly until…

You woke up screaming. You turned your lamp on because you could still see her body against the blackness surrounding you. As you look around your room, taking in where you are, your eyes catch a picture of her sitting atop your dresser, and suddenly you’re too aware of where you are. And where she isn’t. Here you were, tucked away safely in your room, with dozens of heroes only a phone call away should you ever be in danger. While she suffered her final moments alone, left lying helplessly in that alleyway. Forgotten by the world.

She had just turned 12, bragging about how she was gonna go to UA High and become a hero “just like big sis.”

You couldn’t stand your dorm room, so you spent most nights in the common room, staring off toward a wall and drowning in your own thoughts.

You stopped eating lunch. The idea of eating Lunch Rush’s food, that she was so giddy to try, made you feel sick to your stomach.

One night, Bakugou found you in the common room. Sitting on the floor in a corner, so lost in your own head that you couldn’t even hear the sound of your stomach growling. So he did the only thing he could think to do, he made you something to eat.

At first, he just left the bowl next to you and hoped you’d snap out of it long enough to see what he left, that you’d realize just how hungry you were and eat what seemed like your first proper meal in a week. But when he’d come back down early in the morning, he’d find you in that same spot. Passed out, leaned against the wall, the bowl of soup at your side cold and untouched.

He started snapping you out of your trance himself, sitting next to you, staring you down until you finished every last drop of your soup. Eventually, he started eating with you, hoping you wouldn’t be quite so hesitant if you weren’t being watched like a hawk by someone who had nothing better to do.

Slowly, he got you to come out of your shell. He started by making off-handed comments about things that happened at school that day. He would watch you process what he said for a minute until a flicker of recognition flashed in your eyes and you blankly nodded back at him. One by one, he coaxed words out of you until you were able to hold small conversations, which evolved into two-sided, pleasant discussions about whatever was happening in both of your worlds.

The day he finally got a laugh out of you, he felt like he’d just single-handedly taken down the worst villain the world has ever seen. The day he asked you out on a date, and you said yes, he felt **higher than any villain takedown could make him feel.

All of the guys tell me lies but you don’t. You just crack another beer and pretend that you’re still here.

it's been two years since you both graduated from U.A. You'd tried your hand at hero work, but it was all too hard, too laced with guilt and horror, so you gave up. found yourself an office job that provided more security than being a hero ever would. Every evening, you'd have dinner ready on the table for when Katsuki got home from his patrols. You'd eat in silence, and then you'd sit on opposite ends of the couch. you, trying to make conversation and asking about his day, and him ignoring you. Bottle of booze in one hand, and the remote in the other, deeming the news (that he no doubt was already up to date on) more important than you.

Joe met me down at the training yard. Cuts on his face 'cause he fought too hard. I know he's in over his head. But I love that man like nobody can.

Your nights consist of cleaning Katsuki up after fights where he got too careless. You try to scold him, to make him realize that what he's doing is too dangerous. But he just brushes you off, telling you to be quiet and keep disinfecting his wound. You want to scream at him, to smack some sense into him. But he was there for you in your darkest times. you needed to be there for him.

He moves mountains and pounds them to ground again. I watched the guys getting high as they fight for the things that they hold dear. To forget the things they fear.

"I can't believe you were so reckless. Do you have any idea how much danger you put yourself in?!" You scream at him, on the verge of tears. "I don't want to hear it, miss ‘i sit behind a desk all fuckin day’.” He shoots back, walking away into the bedroom. You follow him. “This isn’t about me! Even our friends are worried about you. Eijirou, Izuku, even Aoyama whose head is stuck up his ass 90% of the time!" You get no solid response to that, just grumbles of "shut up" and "whatever” Strewn along your speech. You snap, "Are you trying to kill yourself?!"

He finally, finally turns to face you, but the words that come out of his mouth are ones you never thought you'd hear from him “YEAH?, WELL MAYBE I AM. SOUNDS A WHOLE LOT BETTER THAN LISTENING TO YOU BITCHING ALL THE GODDAMN TIME." You freeze, your body refuses to move a single muscle as you stare at him. And he stares- no, glares right back at you, and then he turns around and slams the front door as he leaves. You wait all night for him to come back.

But he doesn't.

When you get back from your shift the following afternoon, the apartment is bare. The furniture is gone, cabinets empty, everything removed save for a single box in the middle of the living room with all your things thrown into it.

Now it's been years since I left New York. I've got a kid and two cats in the yard.

You’re far from Musutafu, sitting on your porch as you watch your husband play with your daughter out in the grass. A smile is on your face as you watch the man who treats you like you are the singular most important thing in his world care so gently for the most important thing in your life.

The California sun and the movie stars- I watch the skies getting light as I write, as I think about those years, as I whisper in your ear: I'm always going to be right here. No one's going anywhere.

It's impossible to avoid Katsuki, even hundreds of miles away. He's the number two hero now, and everyone in the world fawns over him. Even your little girl.

"Mommy! Mommy! He's so cool when he 'splodes the bad guys!" She begins mimicking his moves, adding little booms for dramatic effect. "Yeah, Sweetie? You like him that much?" To which she fervently nods. You pick her up and hold her on your lap. "Well, did you know that before you were born, your mommy was actually friends with Mr. Dynamight?" your daughter, in all her little four-year-old hyperactivity, loses her mind. Prying herself off your lap and running in circles until she finally comes back to you, stars in her eyes.

"You're still friends with him, right?” she asks you innocently. "No, baby, we're not, unfortunately." Truth is, you’re not in touch with anyone from UA. You haven't talked to any of your classmates since Katsuki...

Since things ended.

"Well, that's alright. Just talk to him and tell him you want to be friends again. Pretty please! I wanna meet Mr. Dynamight!" If only it were that easy. "I’m afraid it's not that simple, sweet girl. And besides, Mr. Dynamight's very busy these days. I doubt he even has time to talk." Your four-year-old climbs back up onto your lap with a huff, clearly not happy with how this conversation has rolled out. "Fine. But can you at least tell me about him, Mommy?"

And you do. You tell her how he’s the strongest person you've ever met, how he never bends his morals and always follows his heart. After a moment, your daughter asks, “Mommy, has he ever saved you?” You stop for a second, mulling over your answer.

“Yeah, sweetheart. He has.”

This is how to disappear.

[hypercentralsilly]

TW CREAK HATE POST AND ILL TRY AND KEEP THE BAD LANGUAGE TO A MINIMUM BUT HE PISSES ME OFF.

Sorry. I fucking HATE Creek. (Talking about trolls creek just to clarify.)

THIS THING RIGHT HERE ^

YEAH. FUCK THAT GUY.

Okay, so, Originally I didn’t actually hate him when I watched the first movie when I was younger and I didn’t really hate him when I would rewatch it a few times. Yeah he sucked for betraying them but he was dead. And I was okay with that. I watched him get set on fire and then get eaten with the mountain monster and that was that.

Ignorance is bliss or something..

Well then I was informed that he had in fact somehow LIVED and was in the 2D animated series (the beat goes on)

He returns at the end of season one in the half episode titled “creek week”

….

Fuming.

Okay, I’m a branch enthusiast, alright? Let’s get that outta the way. Branch is awesome. I love branch.

So to have CREEK come back in such an episode was.. a Choice! To say the least.

The entire is branch RIGHTFULLY not wanting to forgive creek right away and being “paranoid” the entire episode.

Everyone immediately forgive creek which is fine if that’s what they wanna do but they’re like shaming branch the ENTIRE episode and getting mad at him for not wanting to forgive creek.

This triggers branch to prove that creek is the same as he was before so all of his would stop talking being annoying about him not forgiving creek.

Branch hikes will all his friends over to where creek is meditating beside a waterfall.

Branch throws himself in and pretends to be in danger.

Creek being the only one close enough, branch yells for creek to save him. Creek says that the current looks too strong and doesn’t want to get sucked in

Branch says he thought creek said he’d risk his life for any and all of them (something creek said earlier in the episode)

Branch reveals that he’s fine and that he was testing creek to prove to his friends that they shouldn’t really trust creek.

Creek yells that he’s still a coward and he can’t believe that branch would expose him like that in front of everyone etc etc..

Well Branch’s friends call branch mean and get mad with him because it turns out they KNEW creek was the same and still a coward but decided to give him a chance anyway. They get mad at branch and refuse to speak with him until creek forgives him.

So branch goes and finds the bastard and creek is over there being petty and drawing branch’s face in the sand big and crossed out.

Branch feels uncomfortable but apologizes and creek says he forgives him.

Branch needs creek to tell the others so they’ll believe him

Well creek decided to be a fucking CUNT bitch and had a whole song at the ready for branch to sing to him in front of everyone and embarrass himself just so creek will forgive him.

Branch does this and creek complains that it wasn’t exactly how he wanted but he accepts it anyway.

Poppy says what branch did was very nice because she knows creek can be a lot

When I tell you I felt SO BAD for branch this entire episode and literally hid my head when he was forced to sing in front of everyone…

And normally I wouldn’t hate on poppy like I love poppy but TF WAS SHE DOING THIS EPISODE?!?? LIKE??? HES YOUR FRIEND DUDE!! (At this point in the timeline anyway (please correct me if I’m wrong))

They’re all so mean to branch the entire episode for no damn reason and literally choose the side of a traitor instead of their friend literally just because they wanted him to do yoga week and omfg I hate him I hate him so so much he pisses me off like he should’ve stayed dead and he didn’t and I’m pissed and this would be typed in caps if I wasn’t so mad and actually took two seconds to click caps but I’m too pissed to do that because he pisses me off that much !!!!

He’s so annoying dude. I have more words but this is long enough for now

I’ll probably talk shit about him on YouTube when I finish making those videos so erm

TOODLES

(If anyone who sees this likes creek please explain the appeal because I’m genuinely curious. I’m not gonna argue with someone about who their favorite character should and shouldn’t be and I genuinely wanna know the appeal.)

[jazztato]

Reader giving the hazbin men flowers and chocolates even a plushie for Valentine’s Day :)

Valentine's day Gifts (Alastor x Reader)

May contain spoilers from season 1

It was valentine’s day in hell, people probably wouldn’t think sinners and hell borns celebrate a holiday that’s all about love, well that’s where you're wrong, they absolutely love the mushy holiday, but in hell valentine’s day involves a bit more blood and real beating hearts, it’s hell what did you expect, most would be disgusted by the thought of eating actual beating hearts but in hell it’s what sinners call a delicacy, most sinners and hell borns already had someone to spend valentine’s with, even the princess of hell had a girlfriend to spend valentine’s with, as for (Y/N) she had no one, she’s been a sinner for quite some time now and she had never had anyone to give her love to however she did have a crush on a certain radio demon,  but she never had the courage to ask him out since she was afraid of rejection especially from a powerful demon she didn’t know what she would do..  But she didn’t want any other demon to take away what she wanted, and she wants Alastor the radio demon to be her valentine.

(Y/N)’s P.O.V

It was valentine’s day and I was thinking of how I would get Alastor to be my valentine he’s a demon of mystery and a very tough person to please, he always rejects the demons that try to ask him out and if they don’t take no for an answer they usually end up dead and I didn’t want that to be me. I actually worked at the Hotel where Alastor resides I got a job there just so I could be close to him, even though I don’t even think he acknowledges me or know my name, today Alastor was kindly forced to decorate the hotel for valentine’s day when he detested the thought of the hotel getting decorated in such a way and what’s the point of decorating for a day when they are just going to be taken down the next day.  I ended up agreeing with Alastor but that just made things worse because Charlie the princess of hell chimed in and said I should help decorate as well, I didn’t know if this was her punishing me or her way of torturing me with embarrassment by making me work on the decorations with the one man that I have a crush on!  Ugh I just want to dig a hole and bury myself out of embarrassment, this is too humiliating, I had to grab the Decorations from the closet full of crazy holiday decorations; Halloween, Christmas, even thanksgiving decorations!  It was just a huge mashup of different decorations it was horrifying to be honest, I tried to find the valentine decorations but behold to myshort ass they were on the very high shelf I let out a groan as I tried to reach for the box but I failed miserably as I kept trying Alastor appeared behind me and reached for the box his chest was pressed against my back, my cheeks started to flare up at this feeling, I watched as he got the box down and held it in his hands, I turned around and looked him in the eyes he had his usual smile but this smile was a tad different, he was looking down at me with a smile of amusement, apparently my struggling was entertainment to him, I let out a huff not liking the fact that he thought it was funny to see me struggle, I was about to snap at him but I bit my tongue staying quiet not wanting to ruin my chances with him, if I even have any chances with a demon like him, as we finished decorating I took a closer look at our work and it was just complete chaos I let out a small shiver as all the decorations where mitch matched or just really old to the point that they are falling apart to just turning into dust themselves. As the job was done, I decided to go for a walk but that’s not the only reason why I wanted to leave, I wanted to figure out what to get the creepy yet charming radio demon for valentine’s day.  I walked down the streets of hell as there was so much violence along with death. I thought I would be used to this by now but no matter how many times I see this it makes me queasy, the only reason why I ended up in hell was a complete accident…  Ok maybe not a complete accident, I knew what i was doing but it actually happened on Valentine’s day I caught my boyfriend of 6 years cheating on me with my best friend let's just say my anger got the best of me as I killed the both of them, do I feel bad doing it, maybe, do I regret doing it, hell no!  They deserved it and had it coming, as I walked down the streets I saw a teddy bear that looked as if it came from a horror movie but that isn’t what caught my eye, what caught my eye was that the plus could be customized to a person’s liking I decided to step into the shop and purchase the nightmare teddy along with a few other customizations before heading out to figure out what else to get a scary demon for valentine’s day.

I walked past a couple sweet shops but knowing Alastor for as long as I did I knew he wasn’t a huge fan of sweets or anything sugary, I do know he loves meat especially if it’s raw, I also know he loves Jambalaya but I’m not a cook so I can’t really make him one of his favorite foods so I decided to just stick with meat and form it into the shape of a heart, but I don’t want to just get him meat I also need a flower substitute as well because I’m not sure if he’s a flower guy, Hell doesn’t exactly have much flowers except for the ones that might try to bite back, or might try to eat you. I recently found out his staff he always has with him was broken during the battle, so I decided to fix it for him!  But there might be a problem. I don't know how to fix a magical tool, but I have a few theories on how all I need to do is try and get his broken staff without him noticing but since the staff is a part of who he is it might be a bit tricky. I decided to get the meat first luckily the butcher shop had plenty of raw meat left I bought a couple and started mashing them together and forming the meat into a heart I placed the now hearty meat into a box and was thinking of ways to get a hold of Alastor’s staff, luckily I was able to ask the princess to distract Alastor as I barrow his staff for hopefully an hour, she was overly thrilled when I told her what I was doing and managed to get Alastor out of the hotel, I snuck into his room finding the broken staff on top his bed I gently picked it up and ran off with it so I can fix it but it took longer than I expected to fix a magical artifact I was frustrated and on the brink of giving up till at my last attempt the staff was finally sealed and put back into one I started cheering as I couldn’t believe I fixed a magical item I received a message from Charlie saying if I was finished yet because Alastor was starting to become restless and irritated I started to panic a bit but gave her the ok indicating I was finished and to bring Alastor back to the hotel I quickly gathered everything rushing back to the hotel. Once I stepped foot inside I was panting trying to catch my breath I felt like collapsing onto the couch and take a long nap however I couldn’t I heard voices from outside the hotel indicating Charlie and Alastor had returned, the doors slammed open and there was Alastor he looked as if he wanted to kill someone I let out a worried gulp as he glared daggers at me, did Charlie spill the beans about everything?  Or did Alastor just put two and two together I was scared but I knew I had to toughen up I walked towards the angered demon and shoved everything into his hands before speed walking away my heart was pounding so loud that I swore the other residents could hear it, I entered my room and screamed into a pillow at the suspense and horror of what Alastor might do to me if he didn’t like the thoughtful gifts, the teddy bear was transformed into a plush version of him with a mini staff, the meat was heart shaped and raw , and the staff that was once broken was now fixed as if it was never broken it had a little bow on it, I stared at the ceiling my thoughts going wild as I didn’t know what was going on in the radio demon’s head.

Alastor’s P.O.V

I was angry at the thought of Charlie distracting me by taking me out of the hotel. I knew it had to be a part of her plan; Charlie always ends up agreeing to things too quickly before thinking I had better things to do then spend a few hours on the streets of hell during this tedious holiday. When I finally returned I was not happy I was mad in fact I ended up slamming the doors open and there she was, (Y/N), she was standing there looking all innocent I wanted to rip her to shreds but was stopped when she shoved some things into my arms I was about to respond asking her what in hell’s name did she give me but she had quickly walked away before I could even speak, I was even more irritated then before I looked down at the things she gave me; One was a mini me made from a plush bear it came with a mini staff as well like the one I had before it broke, I narrowed my eyes before looking over at the 2nd gift it was a box why would she give me a box if it’s filled with sugary sweets then I will burn it in hellfire but when I took the lid off the box I was surprised that inside didn’t contain anything with sugar or chocolate but instead was raw meat shaped like a heart I was generally surprised at this, she knew I despised sugary treats so she got me raw meat how….. Thoughtful.

Last was my 3rd gift I didn’t think much of it but when I saw what it was I was generally surprised at what I held in my hand, It was my staff, once broken now in my hands fixed I tried to hide the surprised expression in my reaction I now realized why (Y/N) asked for Charlie to distract me, it was so she could sneak into my sleeping quarters to take the broken staff and fix it, but how in hell did she manage to fix it, that is something that truly is a mystery I looked over towards her room curious of the things she would do for me, in all my time of being in hell no one has ever gone this far to make me feel loved, yes multiple do already but this was different, these gifts were put together with real love, and I might just need to pay her back, the night is still young and I will cherish it well.  I let out a laugh as I vanished into the shadows. 

This one wasn't my greatest again I love Alastor but he's a difficult character to write for, but I hope you enjoy

[random-blurbs]

Lingering Feelings

caleb x reader

Laying down you heard his soft breaths right across from you. You couldn't believe he was right in front of you.

Your hand hovered over his mouth slightly agape as you felt his breath meet your palm.

He was alive and healthy. Yet he was different. So different than your Caleb. He still made sure that you were well taken care of. The bedroom you two share he fixed it where it resembled the one you had in your previous apartment. Living in a familiar room with the man you grew up with and love its strange. The feeling in your chest wouldn't go away. You are happy and you know it. But the pit in your stomach wouldn’t go away. And you desperately want it to.

Opening his eyes you pulled your hand back quickly as a knowing smile grazed his lips. “How long were you awake for?” He whispered out letting out a small yawn. “Not long just thinking.” He raised his eyebrow already catching the stress on your face. The furrow of your brow and as you bit your lip nervously he reached out trying to give it a rest. Already seeing the cuts littering them as he sat up concerned cradling your face. “Obviously not. Why don’t you tell me?” Even though it was a question it was more like command. Fitting his new persona.

A persona that is confusing you. He’s concerned for you as always but the commanding tone he takes. It scares you. “I still can’t believe it’s you.” You mumbled out holding onto his hand tighter as you took in his face. The same eyes that always held care for you. “What would make you believe me?” He tried helping your process in accepting him but your body wont let you.

Shaking your head you slightly pulled away from him leaving him hurt as he reluctantly put his hands away from you. “I don’t know it’ll probably just take awhile. I mean you understand right?” You cautiously said. He shook his head as he gritted his teeth. “I’ve been trying y/n.”

“It’s been months and you somehow refuse to accept me.” He was desperate as he tried looking for a in. But you had to look away if you saw the sadness in his eyes you would somehow cave. And he knows it.

“But you were supposed to be dead!” You finally yelled out. Frustrated that you had let it go months ago when you first saw him glad he was in front of you. “Don’t you get it! I grieved for you, I couldn’t sleep, eat, function, because I lost you!” You cried out as you see the flurry of emotions pass through his face. Your body felt too hot to be laying finally getting up, to get away from him. Your mind was reeling as you felt your breathing quicken. “You were gone, I lost my best-friend, my lover…”

It was strange.

On that day of the explosion you knew what you wanted. And you were tired of beating around the bush with him. You were practically always by one another’s side keeping any potential lovers away from one another. Kissing his cheek on graduation day was the seal that you thought he would take advantage of. But no he stayed at that. Just best friends helping each other keep potential lovers interests away.

“Do you not see me as anything more?” You had asked him tugging at your torn arm sleeve nervously.

“Hm? What’s gotten into you.” He jokingly said looking back at you. You bit your lip nervously as you thought of the consequences that might follow if you actually go through with it. “I’m not kidding Caleb! I actually want to talk to you about this.” You desperately said which he immediately fixed his attitude for. The playful glint left his eyes as he carried a concerned expression. “I’m sorry y/n. You can tell me I’ll listen.” You were grateful he was able to make you feel heard but feeling heard right now might be the death of you.

“Do you think we can be something more?” You nervously said as your expression fell to the floor not wanting to see anything disappointing on his face. “W-what do you mean?” Letting out an exasperated sigh you couldn’t believe he wasn’t getting it. “I want to be your girlfriend you idiot or at least try dating!” You finally confessed gathering your strength to look at him. His expression had you stunned.

The confident Caleb you had always known who was never thrown off by your quick remark.

He was standing there his ears tinged red as he had one of his hands over his face trying to hide his expression. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Getting more confident you got closer to him as he turned his head away from you. “I do! I’m 100% in I just need to know if you are-umph!” Stumbling back you were surprised as you felt his soft lips against yours. The taste of iron had filled your tastebuds as you realized you made yourself bleed earlier. He didn’t seem to mind as he tilted your head back deepening the kiss not letting you have any control. And you didn’t mind. You love him. You learned that way too late.

The craving he had for you was unstoppable. He just needed the confirmation from you all these years. He was glad you did it now he didn’t know how long more he could’ve waited. But as he felt every part of you the warmth he craved is right in front of him now.

Finally pulling away from him you were breathing heavily as you felt your face hot with embarrassment. “Dammit!” Hiding your face with your hands you hear him laugh at your antics. “You can’t be embarrassed now, we’re going to do so much more than kiss-.”

“It’s not that!” You cut him off as you got annoyed that he thinks you couldn’t handle a simple kiss. “It’s the fact I wanted a cute confession or something from you but you just had to take your sweet time!” Laughing at you again he pet your head lovingly as you see him openly look at you with so much love. The sight filled your own heart with even more love.

“Ok I’m sorry I’ll set up an amazing jaw-dropping confession that you’ll forget that you even confessed me in such a desperate way.” Rolling your eyes you shoved him forward towards the house as he continued to laugh. “Whatever it better be the best thing I’ve seen.”

“Don’t worry I don’t plan on disappointing you. Now hurry up or you’re not getting anything!”

You wanted the feeling to last forever. You got practically everything you’ve wanted.

And just as quickly it was ripped away.

You couldn’t believe it. You had him. You were holding him. He was so close to you. And yet you lived. That thought had you wailing in pain as no one can bring you comfort. You lost those you wanted to protect. You lost your future with him and you just had him.

“You wouldn’t get it Caleb! I thought I lost everything, you became my everything!” You cried out as Caleb stood there guiltily.

Logically you know you shouldn’t be mad at him he told you the reason why. But everything that came after, that man you confessed to is gone. And that killed you because you still love him.

“I’m so sorry y/n if I had known everything from the start things would be so different. You wouldn’t be hurting like this.” He took careful steps towards you as you held yourself trying to soothe your shaking body. The anger, the guilt, the despair was tearing your body apart. He pulled you into his chest as you weakly grabbed his body not wanting to let go. Scared that if you push him away again he’ll leave. “But I’m here now and I’ll make it all right ok? I promise you y/n I will never hurt you like that again.” You shake your head at his words knowing where it’s going.

“Don’t make those promises Caleb, if you make that promise I swear-.”

“But I am.” Cradling your face he lifted it towards him the pain in his eyes were unforgettable as he tried soothing you. “I promise you I will never leave you like that again. I will do anything to keep you safe. I’ll do anything you want and I’ll get you everything you want.” Pressing light kisses over your face you closed your eyes trying to take everything in. Ingraining it into your memory as you remembered that the kiss you once shared was leaving your memory, you no longer remembered the feeling, his eyes, his smile and the thought had you dying. You want to remember it all.

“Don’t do that.” His voice was firm as the determination in his eyes was familiar. He knew you too well. “I won’t leave you with these memories. We’re going to make new ones over and over again. And you’ll remember it all.” You smiled at him sadly as he pinched your cheek pulling you out of your sadness monetarily. “What the-.”

“Let’s go.” Pulling your hand towards the closet he pulled out a sweater and threw it at you. “What are you doing?” You asked but without missing a beat you put it on. “We’re going out. We’re starting this right now.” He said confidently with a cheesy smile. He fixed your hair for you quickly smoothing it out as he tugged you towards the door. “Caleb it’s 5am what’s even open?”

He looked back at you and that smile of his. You forgot how much you missed it as your eyes widened. “Have I ever disappointed you-.”

“Yes.”

“Let me talk!” Chuckling you smiled at him fondly as he seemed disappointed that you messed with his speech.

“We’re going to make memories every day, every hour, every minute, and I promise you I’ll make up every minute of pain I brought you.” His hand left yours as he brought up his hand towards you. And he was standing there sweetly with his pinky up. “Really?”

“It’s not a promise unless we seal it.” Wiping your tears away sweetly with his other hand you interlocked your pinkies as he smiled at you not planning to let you go. No matter what he’ll keep you away from the painful world and keep you here where you can be happy; with him.