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mncxbe · 10 months

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hiii! i hope ur requests are open and if theyre not im very sorry and ignore this!

ive been thinking too much about dazai with a younger reader whos 15 and reminds him a lot of himself. like he remembers what oda said and becomes determined to steer u down the right path

overall becomes a sweet (but very annoying sometimes) big brother figure <333

nonnie♡♡ this is hhh such a nice idea I went a bit silly with it hope u like it. he would definitely try to bring you on the right path. to make things even more interesting let's assume you're from the PM.

The two of you met when he was out on a mission with Atsushi. Naturally, he paid no attention to you, a little scrawny kid scrolling on her phone, walking in their direction. But that was until you suddenly attacked them.

You were so relentless in your fight that you ended up badly injured, so they had to take you back to the Ada office to get treated by Yosano. After all, a Port Mafia member or not, Dazai couldn't bring himself to let a kid die.

When you eventually woke up in the infirmery you saw him standing at the edge of your bed, arms crossed in front of his chest as he watched you intently.

"You feeling better kid?" he asked and you only nodded in response, eyes darting around the room, taking in your surroundings.

Dazai noticed the cunning look on your face, the way you scanned the room for possible escapes while still maintaining a nonchalant facade and couldn't help but chuckle.

"Now, now don't worry kid. We'll let you go as soon as you answer some questions"

Dazai asked you about your mission and your involement with your Port Mafia; routine questions mostly: how you ended up working for them, who you serve under, how long you've been with the PM- things to which you gave a half-hearted, disinterested response. But you refused to get into detail about the organization's plans; no matter how much he persuaded you and tried to get inside your head, you just wouldn't break.

With each calculated reply Dazai saw more of his younger self in you; the innate ability to lie like it was your second nature, the way you managed to turn any conversation in your favour and mostly, how impassive you were to any of his threaths.

"You know, if you refuse to cooperate I'm gonna have to get the information out of you in other ways"

You simply sighed, idly picking at your nails. "Well, pain would be bothersome, but I'd rather die than betray the Mafia"

Dazai saw an opening, a slight crack in your carefully built facade "So you're that afraid of what they might do to you if they find out you're a traitor?"

"Nah, but I prefer to stay true to the things I believe in. After all, does life have any value if you give up on your beliefs?"

There it was, the answer he was looking for. Sighing, he rose to his feet, staring down at you "That's quite grim for a kid your age to say."

"I don't think it's grim. More like honest, but who am I to discuss the value of life with you?" you said casually, pointing at his bandages.

"Oh wow touché" he chuckled "But what exactly are those values you're so keenly holding on to, some principles passed down to you by the boss? Can you really call those things values?"

"Sure I can. As long as they give me a purpose to live" For a brief moment you caught a shadow of doubt on the brunette's face. He was conflicted, you could tell.

"You know" he started again "I once thought the same as you do, that good and evil don't matter as long as you do a job and get it done well, but violence and death only give birth to more violence and death. It's a vicious cycle, really, so don't expect to find a purpose or a reason to live in that."

You lowered your gaze, continuing to pick at your nails and he knew the conversation was over. He wasn't gonna get anything out of you.

"Look, kid, you're wasting yourself in there. If you want a reason to live I can give it to you"

"And why would you do that? You don't seem the type to do charity work?"

"Let's just say that that's my purpose in life, to guide people like you on the right path"

"People like me? Meaning petty criminals working for the Mafia?" you inquired mockingly, raising a brow.

Dazai scoffed at your remark "We both know you're more than a petty criminal, but yes. People like you, who don't take life for granted and want to understand its meaning."

"So now you can psychoanalyse me too hm? Are you gonna tell me this mentality of mine comes from the fact that I grew up without a father figure or...?"

Your witty remarks were starting to get to him, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Nah, it comes from the fact that all you've seen in your life is evil and look where this has gotten you. Five years in the Mafia and you're still where you were at the beginning, still searching for a deeper meaning in life. We're more alike than you may think, kid. As I said, I used to be in the same position you're in"

You shrugged, feigning disinterest, but he could tell his words were affecting you.

"And your point is?"

Taking in a deep breath, Dazai combed a hand through his hair "My point is that you should leave the Mafia and join us. Change your perspective. If finding a purpose in life truly is your goal, then you won't regret this decision. Trust me"

You both stood in silence for a while as you considered his proposal. You could technically leave the Mafia, it's not like working there has gotten you anywhere. No matter how many missions you completed or how fast you climbed the ladder, there was still a nagging feeling that you could do more, that there was more to life than this.

You finally raised your gaze to meet his and gave a small nod. "I'll think about it."

"Good, you do that, kid"

Dazai helped you out of the bed and walked you to the front of the building. You left without even saying goodbye, making your way down the street; towards the Port Mafia headquarters. Dazai watched you slowly walk away, your figure growing smaller with each step you took and somewhere deep down he was sure he'd see you again.

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #bsd dazai #dazai osamu #dazai bsd #dazai x reader #bsd port mafia

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arialerendeair · 10 months

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Happy birthday once again!!!

For lil' drabble ideas, consider this: Hob works at one of those topless/bikini kind of coffee shops (maybe a guy version, so the outfits are scantily short shorts and leather harnesses or maybe he's the token guy at a bikini one so he goes and takes orders from guys that make his coworkers feel unsafe or something)

Dream, who just got a new job and needs a new coffee shop that's on his commute, tries this one out on Desire's recommendation (he should have known, in hindsight.) He goes once (doesn't get Hob this time around) but the coffee is genuinely delicious. And cheaper than others around. So Dream comes back. And then he finally gets Hob and he knows, after seeing how the (bikini top/harness/nothing?) looks on his glorious pelt of chest hair and how warm and inviting his smile is, Dream knows he can't ever go elsewhere.

And if the other baristas notice the largest tips from the hot goth twink always go to Hob, they'll never tell. But they do always make sure Hob's there to take his order instead.

I think my favorite thing about this is that Dream is initially like, "Meh whatever, they have good coffee" and then Hob shows up and BAM.

And Hob is that guy who started doing this to make a couple of extra bucks at school, nothing meant to be long term, and certainly nothing meant to be serious. He doesn't mind the lycra shorts that almost have his asscheeks hanging out, nor the fact that he's got a little bit of love handles hanging over the waistband. Nor does he mind the top/harness thing they're supposed to wear It's kinky, of course, but it doesn't phase him in the slightest.

He spent his entire sophomore college year sleeping with anyone (guy, girl, or otherwise) who looked at him sideways so he knows that despite not being conventionally attractive to some he's wanted by his fair share of people Hob's the type who loves people, so fucking much, and having a job where he gets to cater to that love, and to give people a bit of a show in turn? Well, that's heaven if he ever saw it.

So he keeps the harness as his shoulders broaden and the shorts get a little bit tighter as he goes from scrawny college student to someone closer to their thirties than their twenties, and then someone in his thirties. Hob is well-aware that he has a specific clientele that comes in for him (determined to sit in his section, at least, when he's not working the register) - a handful of middle aged ladies who sport a permanent blush in the shop, a few younger boys who want something that he won't give them, and others who don't give a damn about the overall experience of the shop, they just want coffee.

(The people desperate for their coffee fix are Hob's favorites.)

Which is precisely how Hob meets the wraith of a man he starts calling his Stranger. The man, prior to his coffee, seems to have a permanent scowl etched on his face, but there's this LOOK he gets, after he takes his sip and tips his head back just a fraction that Hob... well. He's certainly not immune to it, and sometimes he's damn glad for the counter between them. It takes more than a dozen meetings where his Stranger just stares blearily at him as he dutifully recites his order, but then It happened.

It was June 7th. It was a Wednesday. It was moderately cloudy outside. Hob was tired. The waistband on his shorts was going, and the harness today was not sitting right no matter what he did. He tugged at it impatiently as he typed in his Stranger's order and heard a sharp, pointed intake of breath. When he looks up, his Stranger is staring at him, and the clear lust in his eyes is enough to have Hob ready to vault over the counter.

There's one beat, two, before his Stranger clears his throat and offers his credit card. Hob takes it and nearly drops it when his Stranger licks his bloody lips and then bites one, all without looking away from where the harness is digging into his skin more than it should be. Hob swipes the card, not wanting the moment to end, but he is at work, and well. The people who looked at him like this weren't ones he usually wanted to devour alive.

He hands the card back and their fingertips brush, and Hob prays he isn't imagining both of them shivering. There's a moment, both of them still staring, and fuck he's going to have to duck into the back room because these shorts really are TIGHT and don't leave anything to the imagination...

"Will..." His Stranger's voice is insanely deep on a good day, but now it sounds half strangled and Hob wants nothing more than to hear it when it's because the man has had his cock down his throat and... he really needed to not think that at work.

"Will you be here, later? I'd like..." His Stranger paused, considering. "To sit at a table in your section."

How the hell a relatively innocent question sounded precisely like a proposition, he had no idea, but his Stranger had managed it. Well-aware that his face was bright red, Hob manages to stammer out that yes, he will be working later, and his Stranger is welcome to one of the tables. He gets one more nod from his Stranger before the man is walking away and Hob knows he is staring at the not particularly substantial ass hungrily, because two of his coworkers make it a point to wolf whistle. Loudly.

Later, when his Stranger sits down with his computer and demands a bottomless cup of coffee, Hob wonders precisely what he is up to. It's only when he brings the check at the end of the night and his skin prickles over with the weight of the stare levelled at him, and his Stranger's hand settles over his as he puts the check down. Hob's heart is pounding as he watches his Stranger struggle for the words, starting and stopping several times over. Eventually, Hob has to save the man from himself, because he wants to climb him like a tree.

"If you're attempting to figure out how to proposition me, I get off work in thirty, I will keep my work uniform on under my clothes and we can go back to your place because I have a roommate and figure things out from there," Hob offered, cocking his hip as he leaned against the table. His forwardness pays off, because his Stranger's mouth drops open and his expression is RAVENOUS. Hob has never wanted to be devoured more.

A single nod is enough to have him grinning, bright and wide. He gives his Stranger a wink and runs his card, before going to clock out. If he made sure that his Stranger saw just how excited HE was as he walked away from the table, well.

No harm in making sure they were on the same page, after all!

#Aria Posts #Aria Answers #Dreamling #Birthday Prompts #kydrogendragon

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ryuichirou · 1 year

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What do you like about Idia?

I got so excited when I got your ask, Anon. And now it’s your problem because I’m probably going to talk a lot lol Thank you very much for asking and giving me an excuse to shower Idia with compliments.

And sorry for replying so late.

To be honest, Idia feels scarily close to being a perfect character for my liking, he kinda has all the qualities that I usually fall for + somehow manages to (unintentionally) incorporate vibes of so many other characters that I like. A friend that got us into twst knew that I’d instantly get invested, it’s almost embarrassing, to be honest lol

So the easy answer would be that I kinda like everything about Idia, but I am annoying, so here are some categories:

Visual

Idia’s design is so damn cute. I really like the combination of him being a lanky scrawny creature with bad posture and being almost “moe” level of adorable. His creepy smile and silly giggles and dark aura works very well with his pretty face with dark lips and this almost… pathetic regular expression. I think his face is what I like about him the most, both the expressiveness and the way it’s drawn in general.

His hair, obviously, are also a big part of it. It’s so unique. One of the first things I said when I started drawing Idia regularly was “oh I’m going to miss drawing his hair so much when we move on from twst” lol Because there is really no other character like that (well, there’s also Ortho, but you get what I mean). The shape, the physics behind it, the fact that it expresses Idia’s emotional state so nicely not only in colour (which is very pretty btw, both the blue and the pink hues, and the orange ones as well), but also in how it “acts”.

Also, Idia’s overall silhouette is great. It’s just… his clothing choices are so fun. His long moe sleeves in his PE uniform, his striped shirt that he wears under his uniform, and of course the huge bell-shaped hooded jacket that hides his body. For some reason it’s, I don’t know, especially cartoony? In a good way, of course.

And lastly, his body language. I love how awkward he is and how much he tries to take as little space as possible when he is stressed out or scared.

So yeah, as someone who draws, I really enjoy Idia. I always have fun with him, and it’s a huge part of why I’m so into him.

Personality/quirks

He is so annoying 😔 … and I love every second of it lol

I love the fact that Idia isn’t just a lovable hikki otaku guy, and he has a lot of unpleasant qualities: he is an elitist, he is stubborn, he is rude sometimes, he makes assumptions about other people (well, he’s surprisingly perceptive so he’s usually right BUT). He likes to tease and to get on the other person’s nerves, and whenever he feels threatened, it’s not unusual for him to attack with negativity first or just to take a dig at his opponent. He is both self-deprecating and self-loving at the same time. But honestly this is what makes him so great. I usually draw him being freaked out by others, but in fact I really really love it when Idia is insufferable.

Because it a) makes sense considering his background; b) is written in a way that is very fun to read; c) is balanced out very well.

Idia isn’t malicious; he’s just socially inept and genuinely scared of others. He is an asshole, but in reality it is due to the fact that he doesn’t know how to connect with others and doesn’t want to seem desperate, plus gets overwhelmed by others very easily. In fact, I think he is much more empathetic than Azul, for example, but I won’t talk about it this time.

I always think about that line that Idia said when he was roasting Riddle for not knowing how to play videogames. I don’t remember the exact line, but it was something similar to “I’ve never seen anyone who is as much of a noob as you lmao but I’m a fucking loser with no friends so yeah makes sense”. I think it describes Idia’s view on others and himself quite nicely: torn between “everyone is shit” and “I am shit”. “I am a genius and everyone is wrong” and… you know.

I also love that Idia drowns himself in his coping mechanisms, but he is still surprisingly realistic about what’s going on in his life. He did create a robot to resemble and act as his diseased younger brother, but he never allowed himself to forget that it is indeed a robot. He doesn’t want to forgive himself, but he also is tired of feeling pain and doesn’t know how to cope with it. So his solution is extreme escapism, but also hyper-awareness about his own faults and never-ending state of excruciating guilt.

So yeah, he’s such a fun character to dive deeper into psychology-wise.

Love his serious moments, love his silly moments, love his complaints, love his emotional rants, love that he’s passionate about stuff that he likes, love that he critiques society in the pettiest ways possible, love his giggles, everything.

(He also reminds me of Katsu in a lot of ways so I am biased lol)

Story

Oh I’ve talked about how much I loved Ch6 a lot, so I won’t write another essay (physically stopping myself).

I’ll be brief and just say that I honestly would have loved Idia even without learning his backstory, because he is just that entertaining, but knowing it made me appreciate him on a whole other level. I love how much depth his character has, how nuanced it is and how beautifully his chapter ended. Seeing him getting closure was very satisfying, and I love that it didn’t change his character drastically overnight.

His love towards Ortho is a beautiful thing, ship-wise or not.

So yeah I kinda just blacked out at some point, I think lol I can talk about Idia forever. He is just an extremely enjoyable character to both read and write.

#replies #idia shroud #about characters

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lemonandlime22 · 2 years

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Hello! Could I request Ace, Jack, deuce, and sebek with scrawny bitey child please?

Ace, Jack, Deuce, and Sebek with a scrawny and bitey Child!Yuu

Warning(s): cussing, long cause ✨backstory✨, not edited because I'm tired

A/N: lmao I was just in the middle of writing something with ace and deuce's reactions in them, but imma just do this and cut their reactions from the other thing lol.

[Bitey child!Yuu Masterlist]

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Ace

Two words;

chew toy

that is what he is now.

When he first meet you, you and Grim were looking at the statues

but what's different this time around is that you bite him before he could say a damn word

Grim laughed so hard he spit fire at Ace by accident.

So you get no explanation on the great 7, but hey! you gained a chew toy

but that's not until a lil later.

Ace hated you at first

he thought you were annoying and hella weird

that was unit he saw you bite some random student like just over a day after meeting you

then he thinks you are hilarious.

For some reason tho, you would stop-

FUCKING BITING HIM

anytime he would rest his arms at his sides you start biting his hand

at first it rly fuckin hurt, cause you were actually biting him

ya know how cats will bit your arm and cling onto in then starting kicking your arm?

that's basically what you do to Ace.

But as time went on it started going from full on biting him to just nibbling on his hand

ill explain why you do this and why he allows it in the thing I'm working on.

Also, he is a lil worried as to why the headmaster isn't in a little more of a hurry to get this kid home, I mean your parents are prob worried sick about you,

right?

Overall, you are basically free entertainment for him, sometimes when he's bored he points out some random person to you and tries to get you to bite them, sometimes you do sometimes you don't.

He is a bit curious as to why you do this but unlimitedly lost interest in the subject and decided it was none of his business and that he doesn't care.

Jack

Ok-

yalls relationship is rly fuckin cute!

let me explain,

you first met him in a similar way you did in canon

you had decided to go on the investigation thing that Grim was assigned to do like half way through

(like right after the encounter with the tweels, i think I don't rly remember how it went lol)

for 2 reasons,

1, you were bored

and 2, you wanted to hang out with your mama Riddle.

You got there when jack was just about to leave

and as soon as you saw him

you ran and attached yourself to his leg

not with your teeth tho-

with your arms and legs <3

Jack was so confused as to why this random ass child was hugging his leg

it took nearly all of them to pry you off his leg cause they thought you had bitten him

and he took that chance to leave, but as soon as you realized he was gone you started tearing up.

Ya see, when you were on the streets, there were a lot of stray dogs/puppies and they were all starved but most were nice

and you liked to share what little food you had with them, and sometimes the ones you've fed multiple times, would bring you some food too

so ofc you've grown fawned dogs and with Jack have the ears and tail that was all you needed.

Anyway,

he didn't find out about your biting habit until a while later when he saw you bite Floyd's arm

was surprised when Floyd started to laugh and went to bite your arm too

but he panicked and just ripped you off Floyd, and booked it down the hall.

He usually wouldn't be surprised by a child that bites people but, like I said in the tweels hcs, only best men children, and mer children did it, not human children

he wondered who in the great 7 would teach a little kid to bite people at random

he also wondered why you were in NRC and not with your family

Ace and Deuce end up explaining it to him and he was like,

(⚆_⚆) wtf....

is genuinely confused as to why you do this.

He takes it upon himself to make sure you don't bite anyone while he is with you

he's got good reflexes so anytime you lung at someone he's able to grab you mid air and carry you away before you can even react.

Overall, new big brother another one that misses his little siblings and you make him a lil homesick but he also gets hit with nostalgia when he sees you chewing on Ace's hand cause it reminds him of when his little siblings were small.

btw he will also try to teach you to brake your habit with Riddle.

Deuce

You have never and will never bite this boy.

when you first met him he dropped a goddamn caldron on Ace

and that was the first act of magic you really paid attention to

you didn't rly care much about all the fire stuff Grim did or the spells that were cast at orientation

but seeing someone make a fucking caldron appear out of thin air and drop it on someone

and that was probably the most amazing thing you've ever seen in your life

from then on you'd almost always watch him intently to learn how to do something like that

your thought proses was,

" ....wow... h-he must be the strongest! I have to know how to do that!"

From his pov you were a small child that came out of nowhere and won't stop staring at him

at first he was sad because he thought you were intimidated by him and were staring so you could keep an eye on him

but later on, when he summed another caldron, you came up to him, tugged at his sleeve and said,

"teach me."

while pointing at the caldron

and let me tell you-

this boy was so HAPPY!

from then on he was even more determined to be an honors student

he wants to set a good example to someone who looks up to him.

He first sees you bite someone when you started biting Ace again

at first he thought Ace did something to you, but after both Ace and Grim explained what happened he calmed down but was confused

but he still didn't think much of it at first cause toddlers bite people all the time and maybe you looked big for your age?

it wasn't unit he saw you bite a bunch of random people on different occasions did he connect the dots

well... he kind of did..

he thought you were just like him or like he was

he thinks your biting people out of rebellion or anger.

From that point on he was with Riddle trying to teach you not to bite people!

Overall, please I beg of you don't bite people in front of him he will be so sad and disappointed in himself!! He just wants the best for you and that is not to be like he was (his words).

He thinks he knows why you do this so he doesn't wonder why, but when he does find out, his opinion might change but I'll talk about that a lil later.

Sebek

who you end up learning the death roll from

Enemies to extreme enemies to frenemies

that's basically the progression of your relationship.

Now I don't know/remember when we meet him in canon so imma make smthn up lol

He kinda heard of you but not rly

he saw the bite mark on Malleus you left on his arm when you first met

and he has despised every fiber of your being ever since

the only reason he hasn't gone to go end you yet is because Malleus overheard him when he was talking to himself about debreathing you and didn't take to kindly to someone wanting to end his new friend.

He doesn't officially meet you until you and the rest of the first years were making a bunch of noise in the middle of the courtyard

and he, being the good lil hall monitor he is, went to tell you to stfu.

it wasn't until he saw the rest of the first years trying to pull you off some poor student

I'm using "trying" very loosely, Deuce was trying while Epel, Grim, and Ace were hyperventilating on the ground from laughing and Jack was sighing and shaking his head disappointedly and waiting till things got serious to step in.

He scoffed and took your body from Deuce's hands and yanked you back in one fell swoop

and while everyone was in shock except for that poor student, he quickly left to get checked for rabies Sebek quickly connected the dots

there's only one human that both bites and has such a small mouth

and that's you.

Oh! btw, yes he has heard rumors of you.

Anyway,

He almost instantly starts yelling at you

and I mean what he considers to be yelling

so you basically almost go def

rip your little eardrums.

The rest of the first try their best to a least get him to put you down

His yelling reminded you of those old grumpy store owners that would scream at you for eating out of their dumpsters

you never liked them and you don't like this green one either but you couldn't get closer to him or get out of his hands to bite him

his hands were under your armpits so you couldn't get to his hands either

so you just started squirming around and when that didn't work

you cried.

He quickly dropped you and started trying to get you so stop

to which you grabbed his hand and started biting.

He eventually stops extra despising you and then just regular despises you, then eventually tolerates your existence.

Overall, like I said, Enemies to extreme enemies to frenemies.

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koras-human-warriors · 7 days

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Oh great artist whose AU I adore, I come once again to ask a question.

Would it be alright to ask about Firestar and Sandstorm, like how their relationship started and how they act as a couple? I'm assuming he still saves her like in the books but I've been curious on how they act as parents and if leadership affected anything between them. If this is too strange of a question to ask, that's fine to ignore it.

For the most part, their relationship is pretty similar to canon.

Sandy starts as Fire's bully. Firepaw is a scrawny little outsider orphan and Bluestar treats him like her own son, so Sandpaw- who has recently lost her dad- decides to take it personally. This is only worsened by Fireheart becoming a warrior early at only 15 while Sandstorm has to wait until she is 17 like normal. However, they get closer as warriors after Fireheart save her.

They get married shortly after the events of Darkest Hour and share the Leader's cabin. Firestar keeps the cabin clean, but Sandstorm has better things to do. Firsetar is a big sentimental guy and decorates the cabin with little mementos from friends and family. Sandstorm has a giant stuffed boar displayed in the living room that Dustpelt lovingly named "Porkfang the Great". Firestar hates Porkfang the Great.

Firestar's leadership doesn't put too much strain on their relationship overall all. Sandstorm was like a second deputy to Firestar and supported him in any way she could. She understood the workload being a leader entails and is willing to accommodate for that. Luckily, they have a whole clan to support them.

Though, as previously stated, there is some timeline wonk when translating cat to human. The first arc of warrior cats takes place over roughly 3-ish years in which Firestar goes from kitten to young adult. However, this au would take place over 5 years, making Firestar only 17 years old when he becomes a leader - probably the youngest leader there has been. This means that there are a lot of complications with when they have Squirrelfight and Leafpool. Logically, they would probably be born a year after Darkest Hour, with Sandfire both being 18 years old. However, this causes... an uncomfortable.... age gap with Squirrel and Bramble. If any of yall have a solution for the age and timeline issue, I'm all ears.

As for them as parents, most the character are far more involved with their kids than in canon. They were both loving parents but did have some issues.

As the leader, Firstar didn't get to spend as much time with the girls as he wished before they started apprenticeship. He sometimes fell into the "cool dad" trap of leaving the disciplining to Sandstorm. He'd try to make sure he was present for the important things and never missed a family dinner. The girls adored him.

Sandstorm was a pretty good mom but had her hands full. Leafkit was very shy and practically clung to her leg at all times. Squirrelkit was fiercely independent and loved to reek havoc the neighbors. There were times when Sandstorm had to put whatever she was doing on hold because Squirrelkit wondered over to Dustpelt's house and got into a fight with Shrewkit or Spiderkit. She helped the girls a lot when they became moms.

#warrior cats human #warrior cats human au #warrior cats #headcanons #sandstorm #firestar

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crispy0nion · 8 days

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Spill the tea

with pleasure. btw this is gonna contain slight mentions of me being a depressed fuck a few years ago. also it's kinda long

ok so, about four years ago during my first year of hs, i met this guy in my class, he was a little shit but we instantly clicked. immediately became best friends, dude basically lived in my house lmao. we went on vacation together that summer, and we had a blast. literally one of the best summers of my life i had sm fun.

second year of hs starts, and suddenly he's not talking to me or any of our friends anymore. literally just ignores us and hangs out with some other guys from our class instead. weird asf, but he was being a real dick so me and my friends quickly dropped the thing and opted for mutual disinterest.

i have no idea how or why, but near the end of the year one of our friends managed to talk with him, and he completely switches up. now he's talking to everyone like nothing happened.

except for me.

he's not talking to me. actually he is actively ignoring my existence. "what an asshole" you'll say. "so did your friends say anything, maybe drop him for acting like that?" lmao. please.

this guy used to be a loser btw. scrawny little guy who would only talk about anime. then after this year of ignoring us, he had suddenly turned into this cool, unbothered guy who will destroy your self confidence in 0.5 seconds if he doesnt like your vibe, but he does so in a " i'm effortlessly funny" way. basically, he's infuriating if you're not his friend. which apparently i wasn't anymore??

so anyways, the point is he's got everyone bouncing on his dick. classmates swarm him like flies to a lamp. he's the coolest guy around, he's so funny. that includes my friends btw. so i spend the third year of highschool feeling like no one actually wanted me around, cause they had him. but i was clinically depressed and i knew that i couldn't handle any more drama, so i said nothing and tried acting like nothing happened, ngl it was pretty pathetic looking back 💀

the thing kinda peaks when we decide to go on a trip together during the summer. that was so shitty bro i wanted to walk in traffic i genuinely felt like they would be having i better time without me there.

but anyways, i survive that somehow. that was early in the summer, i use the rest of it to work of my mental health and by the time my fourth year starts i was doing much better. my friends also stopped being assholes lmao, i suspect they heard me when during the vacation i cried to my mom on the phone for two hours and they felt bad but uhm. regardless. dude was still pretending i didnt exist.

good for him ig. i decide i've been pathetic enough and just start ignoring him the same way he ignored me. the mutual ignoring goes great, i'm doing much better. near the end of the year me and my friends (The Guy wasn't there) get drunk as shit and i decide to bring up this issue. i get some feedback from my friends: one of them tried asking him what happened between us and he answered "go fuck yourself". cool. another person thinks he has a crush on me and is shit at managing it. fair guess but it's an asshole move. someone else says maybe i accidentally hurt him. also a good guess, but i didn't do anything, and if i did, i didn't do it on purpose and he should've said something. overall, we're all confused.

school year ends, we organize another trip. i'm stressed as fuck. then on the first evening, he asks if someone can put his powerbank in their bag cause he doesnt have one, and i offer mine since i was the only one with extra space.

and i guess i broke his brain, because now he's talking to me like the previous two years never happened. which is. wild.

but i decide to be nice and cool about it and go along with it. we're civil to eachother. dare i say he acts weirdly friendly sometimes, which was actually genuinely shocking for me. he literally split his food with me of his own volition. TWO TIMES. wtf???? i also dont get marginalized this time!! i had the best time of my life actually!! my bed almost caught fire but that's a completely different story.

so uhm. i spend the remaining month and a half of summer wondering if he's still gonna be like this when school starts? cause if i know one thing, it's that he might change his mind for no reason.

the answer is no btw. it's like the trip never happened. today was our fifth day and the only time we talked this entire week was when i asked him something about class and he answered LOOKING AT THE PERSON NEXT TO ME. AS IF THAT GUY HAD ASKED THE QUESTION AND NOT ME??

he and the rest of my friends (except for one who wasn't available) are hanging out rn btw. they went to the cinema. "why are you saying they and not us" cuz i didn't get a fucking invite lmao. we're back at the start babeyyyy im going to walk into the sea.

anyways that's the drama. i left out a LOT of details to avoid making a kilometric post but uhm. opinions? do y'all think he got dropped on his head as a child? cause i know i was but i'm not this much of a crazy asshole.

#sorry this is kinda vent-ish but that's inevitable with this kind of drama #wild how even as an aroace lesbian with negative rizz i still managed to get fucked over by a man #anyways. let me know if you want the director's cut of this #or if you wanna know about the bed catching fire. im open to questions

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From someone who knows basically nothing about Baldurs Gate......

Imma give my UNSOLICITED OPINIONS.

Karlach is the most consistent with her style. She looks great in everything. Shes also the hottest overall (no pun intended). Her personality is one of the cutest and the fact she doesnt seem to get that good of an ending is UH... CRIMINAL.

Best ship- ...//covers face and mumbles... I really like her relationship with the player... this is so unfortunate... but its so cute. I love her. (I know theres a couple endings where you can kill her. Those dont exist or Im calling the cops.)

Base model MEH, Camp model VERY cute, Panties.... ITS A CHOICE BUT ONE I BUY THAT HE'D MAKE FROM WHAT I KNOW ABOUT HIM. Also I dont believe for a MINUTE this man got a six pack why are you lying directly to my face... He reminds me of Dr Frank, I love his voice, I would never be able to deny him anything because hes really funny and I just wanna see him go crazy.

Best ship- Astarion/Wyll... I just saw a video of Star being SO into Wyll it was hilarious. 'Honestly that MAN~' Someone get him a Thirst-aid kit.

The sheer driplessness of this man needs to be studied by SCIENTISTS. But his panties are pretty cute. I do like his face/hair... but the man cant dress himself. ...Look on paper Gale is everything. His sweetness and earnestness is very charming but GOD... hes so cringe sometimes. GOOFY FUCK.

Best ship- ... Probably Wyll? I mean you can just slot Wyll in anywhere cuz hes so charming and he and Gale are such cornballs itd be insufferable.

Laezel takes second place right behind my bbg Karlach. Her base model is a little weird looking the metal looks weird but it still looks pretty cool. Her camp model is super hot, I never would have expected those panties TBH... why dont the men get fun panties. This is a crime. Anyways 9/10 Zel! Congrats. IDK if I like her or the memes with her. her VA did that ducks in a row video and its so funny and I cant ever be mad at her no matter what she wanted to do.

Best ship- .....I mean aesthetically Karlach? For shallow reasons... idk what their relationship is like.

...Look I know shes super popular but.... Look her camp model is pretty great but Her hair is hideous. I can get over Gales absolute driplessness cus hes still handsome... what is this hair... GIRL. The panties are a choice too... but after Karlach and Zel she really had little chance. Least theyre better than the guys.

Best ship- //shrugs I have no attachment to this woman LMAO

Base model? Kinda boring but not terrible. Camp model? One of the best... the cute little peekaboo belly. I hope someone bites him. BUT THE PANTIES??? Girl. Youre lucky youre so handsome. The horns and crazy eyes elevate him... just putting that out there. Like Gale... on paper Wyll is so perfect but HES SO EMBARRASSINGLY EARNEST. The problem is probably just the style of the game... if it was less uncanny realism and more stylized maybe I wouldnt be as cringed out LMAO. Youre so damn cute Wyll... Im sorry.

Best ship- Astarion is funny but hes such a menace... I think Wyll deserves better. HALSIN/Wyll.

Halsin somehow does the earnest lover thing way better than Gale or Wyll... but hes almost as bad as Gale when it comes to dressing himself. Who let this man dress himself? Hes hot though. It makes up for it. I cant believe BG3 let this beefy elf exist... Im so used to young looking scrawny pasty elves (eyes emoji).

Best ship- Like Wyll you can just put him anywhere.... but WYLL. Theyd just be so cute. Halsin could definitely dull the sheer earnestness to tolerable levels probably.

This lady I know almost nothing about except shes kinda rancid.... but at least shes kinda hot and also can dress decently.

Best ship- ...//shrugs

The fact shes not romanceable makes BG unplayable. Her face and hair is gorgeous, her clothes get a MEH from me... maybe if the colors were more muted?

Best ship- ...//shrugs

Hes fine.

Best ship- ...//shrugs

I know the Emperor has some part in this too... and hes hot. So...

Overall-

The difference between S tier and A tier.. isnt that different. I really like those 3 freaks.

At first Wyll & Halsin were these too but... they grew on me & I cant blame them for their faults. Its not Halsins fault you can traumatize a squirrel... its not Wylls fault the realistic style combined with his cheesy romantic bullshit embarrasses me...

I couldnt even get through Dream Daddys.... and I love that game.

I can forgive Wyll.

#Text posts.

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nowis-scales · 10 months

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Takumi Birthday Headcanons

December 14th means that it's time to make headcanons for the birthday boy! Hopefully you like them.

‣ Takumi is the first man of the royal family in a while that didn’t have Sumeragi’s stature. Many of the men have tended to take after their fathers, growing especially tall and imposing in build, but Takumi takes more after his mother, Ikona. When he was a younger teen, he was more embarrassed about it, feeling scrawny and unthreatening in comparison to his brother. However, over time Takumi has been able to take some pride in it — especially since rumour has it, he is credited as being the most handsome Hoshidan prince.

‣ Takumi is the one royal child who the public doesn’t have as much of a definitive opinion of. Ryoma is treated with high regard and admired, praised for encompassing everything that a proper Hoshidan king should be. Hinoka is a little more controversial, being an unusual princess, but ultimately her bravery and kindness have made her a role model to many young girls in Hoshido. Sakura is beloved amongst the people, known for her benevolence and gentle nature, the child that interacts most frequently with the common people. Takumi, on the other hand, is regarded as intelligent and… quiet. They hear about his talents, but because of his dislike of things like banquets and general feelings that people regard him as lower than his siblings, they don’t know what to make of him quite the same. He’s “mysterious” in this regard, which makes some people unhappy with him… but some even more endeared.

‣ Part of the reason why Takumi is so cautious and untrusting is because honestly, he overall has a low opinion of people. He struggles with the idea that people are inherently kind prior to the war, because time and time again the conflict with Nohr has proven humanity’s nastiness. Even the brutality that his own soldiers have to stoop to sometimes makes him doubt human goodness. However, over the course of Revelation where he got to know more about the people around him, he learned a lot more about people and their complexities. And while the people he met weren’t always kind or understanding, they were so much different than what he expected… and he learned there’s a lot more to people than just what he has to fear, prompting him to brighten up his opinion of people. I don’t think he would ever stop being cautious, but it strengthens his spirit to realize that people are better than he might assume.

‣ I’ve mentioned before that I think Takumi is gay, but I feel like if we’re going along with this headcanon, he was probably pretty in denial about his sexuality for a long time. For a long time, he kind of had the attitude of “well, if I don’t like girls then I’m just not interested in anybody”. At times he would feel things for men around him, but he usually chalked those up to a warrior’s or scholar’s connection more than anything. It wasn’t until he was much older, just before the war, that he was able to be honest with himself and admit the affection that he felt. He was a little scared to come out to his siblings just because being LGBT+ is not always as accepted in Hoshido, but they were all very supportive and vowed to protect him from anyone who wouldn’t be.

‣ Of all the royal siblings, Takumi has the best hair. It is long and flowing and gorgeous. It almost never tangles, it’s always got a lightweight feel to it, and it’s always silky smooth. He takes a lot of pride in maintaining his hair, too, making sure that it always has everything it needs to look right and that it always smells nice. His philosophy is that as a male royal, it’s tradition for him to have hair this long anyway, so he might as well spend the time it takes to make it look good.

‣ He’d never admit it upfront, but fighting the possessed corpses of the Vallites kinda freaked him out. As we learned in Boo Camp DLC, he doesn’t really like monsters or anything of the sort. He would prefer that they stay like… waaaaaay over there, thank you. As a result, facing off against the Vallites was pretty uncomfortable for him. He did his best to put on a brave face, especially because by then Sakura was in the company and he didn’t want to frighten her by being frightened him… but they are definitely something he would dream about, and definitely something he would avoid looking at where he could. Blegh. Something about them just makes him shiver.

‣ I feel like for the most part, I see Takumi as a jack of all trades. He needs to know a lot of different stuff, considering he’s the second prince, so he takes pride in putting effort into various subjects. However, if there is one thing that Takumi struggles with, it’s visual art. Ask him to draw or paint anything, and it’s just… overly simplistic and quite wonky. He’s an excellent dancer, he does okay at playing music, and his writing is pleasant enough to read — but his drawings are chicken scratch and half the time it’s hard to make out what it’s even supposed to be. It frustrates and embarrasses him to no end that he just can’t get it right, especially since others around him are so talented in the arts. Him, though? Not so much.

‣ Takumi was like, the world’s most mild-mannered baby. Sumeragi had a habit of bringing all of his kids to meetings at one time or another just because he liked having them around and wanted more time with them in a day — and who was going to say no to the king? If the children got too fussy, there would usually be a nursemaid on standby, but interestingly enough, Takumi rarely if ever needed his. In fact, unlike his siblings, he didn’t even need a toy or something to entertain himself. He’d be happy to just sit and watch the people, listen to them talk, note how they moved and reacted. People even tried to encourage him to play, but he just wasn’t interested. It was like he wanted to see the politics go down for himself or something. Sumeragi thought it was absolutely hilarious.

‣ Speaking of teeny Takumi, another headcanon I have about him is that he was probably speaking in full sentences by the time he was one years old. Constantly surrounded by nursemaids and older siblings, there was just so much language surrounding Takumi that he soaked it all up and started talking almost as soon as he could manage. The first word he ever said was “help” — not in a worrisome way, but just in a way that would let Hinoka know he was having trouble with his sandals and wanted her to figure it out for him. His first sentence, on the other hand, was something about one of his dolls… admittedly, it didn’t make sense exactly what he was trying to say, but the family was so excited with his newfound grasp on language that they didn’t really mind.

‣ Though he would never want it to be the case, if it were to happen, Takumi would make for a pretty good king. He’s cautious but kind, strong and intelligent, and he really cares about the people of Hoshido. It would feel pretty daunting, trying to fill Ryoma’s shoes, but I wholeheartedly think he would do a good job — and he likely works hard every day to do it just in case it is ever needed from him. Until then, though, he’ll support the kingdom however Ryoma and the rest of his family need him to.

#fire emblem fates #fe Takumi #Hoshido #fire emblem Takumi #fe14 #fire emblem fates spoilers #fire emblem fates revelation spoilers #fire emblem fates birthright #fire emblem fates conquest #fire emblem fates revelation #fire emblem #happy birthday takumi!!

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sleekervae · 1 year

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Past Lives [1.2]

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A/N: eek, thanks so much for your patience, I super appreciate it. I wasn't sure at the beginning what it was I wanted to do with this chapter but I'm overall pretty happy with it. Happy reading!

It was sometime after midnight, Jade hadn't bothered to check the time but she knew it was late. She knew she had a packed day tomorrow and she had to be on her A-game for the studio. An hour in the morning to work out, another hour to prep her breakfast and twenty minutes to get to the studio for an eight hour day of work and rewrites and keeping herself from banging her head against the wall.

And yet here she was, curled up in a towel on his couch. Austin had gone to throw their things in the dryer, she assured him he could just throw her clothes back on and the underwear be damned, but he insisted he wouldn't let her go home like that.

She absentmindedly dried her hair, rubbing damp locks between the folds of the towel, her thoughts racing. Jade didn't let it show on her face however, lighting up as Austin came back with a pair of basketball shorts hanging off of his hips. He had a t-shirt in his hands.

"I thought you might be more comfortable in this," he handed her the shirt as he sat down.

"You didn't have to throw my stuff in the laundry," she said meekly.

"Maybe, but I'm not letting you go home in soaking underwear," he replied, that charming grin tugging at his lips.

"And who said chivalry was dead?" she chuckled, slipping the shirt over her head.

Austin settled into the couch beside her, scratching the back of his own damp hair, watching her subtly as he too was trying to wrap his brain around what had just happened. A funny thought struck him.

"That was the first time I used that pool," he realized aloud.

Jade eyed him curiously, "Seriously?"

"Yeah," he chuckled shyly.

"Well, that's one way to break in the swimming pool," she smirked, "I remember when were like, nineteen, and Ashely was having the cook out and Matt shoved me into the pool,"

Austin nodded, remembering fondly as if it was only yesterday. Jade was on her period; she hadn't said anything but something was off with her, and when he'd finally asked her what was going on she subtly hinted at it. Meanwhile, Matt was a young actor who was adequately good looking but had the maturity level of a six-year-old. His crush on Jade was clear, he was nice at first glance but the jokes he had made to Jade certainly threw her off.

Walking around the penthouse pool was a surreal experience; sure she knew most the people here. They were all Disney Dreamers, she and the rest of them were looking to break out past the barriers of family-friendly kids comedies and movies where the guy always got the girl and spontaneous dances would break out in school hallways.

She spotted Ashley sitting by the pool with some other girls, some Jade knew and a couple she didn't. They were strewn out across the tile in adorable bikinis and sundresses, their feet swinging blissfully in the pool and sending ripples cascading across the surface. Jade was dressed in a simple pair of leggings and a t-shirt, maybe a little too hot for the weather but her period had plagued her that morning and she wasn't yet comfortable putting a tampon in. She figured if she had said anything to any of the girls they would laugh and call her a baby, because she had heard it all before.

The cream soda in her solo cup with really sweet but Jade drank it anyway, meandering around while she ended up stuck in a conversation with Matt.

"Do you like WoW?" he had asked her.

Nineteen-year-old Jade, young, shy, and as vanilla as a cupcake, blinked blatantly at the shaggy-haired boy, a scrawny pipe-cleaner type with a charming boyish grin and squinty eyes. Matt was sitting close enough that she could smell the energy drink off his breath coupled with the hot dog he had enjoyed previously.

"Wow?" she asked.

"World of Warcraft," he nodded, "The game,"

She shook her head, "No, sorry," and because she was such a people pleaser, she had to follow up, "I'm more of a Club Penguin person"

He scoffed, "Isn't that a kid's game?"

"I -- I wouldn't say that,"

"But you dress up penguins and shit," he snorted.

Jade refrained from sighing, staring at her cup of soda as she snipped, "Well, what's World of Warcraft about?"

Matt's eyes had lit up, "Oh, it's so cool! You get your own avatar and you get to go around battling ogres and find treasure! And the world exploring is so cool! You can even build your own army if you want to!"

Jade nodded slowly, "So, you get to battle with your own character and fight computer demons. How is that any less childish than dressing up a penguin?"

Matt's eyebrows knitted together and his lips resisted to purse, "Because a penguin game is dumb, I'm sorry,"

"I'm sorry, but so is exploring virtual worlds with NPCs in a basement; but I'm not calling your game dumb," she replied simply.

"I don't play in my basement," seemed to be the only inkling of detail he had caught.

"I wasn't implying you did, and even if I was I'm not making fun of you or anyone for it," she tried to explain, "I'm just saying you don't need to make fun of my game because you don't like it,"

"There's nothing cool about it, though," he laughed, "I've never met an eieghteen-year-old who still plays Club Penguin,"

"First of all: I'm nineteen. Second of all: I've never met a boy with that many ketchup stains on his shirt, so I guess there's a first for all of us,"

Matt glanced down at the stains, surprised for a moment at the splotches resembling dropped paint can splatter. Something changed in his expression, Jade couldn't put her finger on it, but the way his eyes went blank and he sucked in his cheeks, it was enough for Jade to stand and start for the other side of the pool.

She was none the wiser however as Matt stood up to follow her, weaving through the crowd until he had found the perfect opportunity to shove her into the pool. Jade hadn't seen it coming, but the force of a hand on her back and a shoulder throwing her to aside, and she clenched her eyes shut as she saw the water closing in on her. All the air left her lungs and her ears rung with the heavy splash of skin breaking into water.

Jade splashed around until she could get her bearings and come up for air, clinging to the edge of the pool to see everyone was looking at her. Some were taken aback, others didn't seem too bothered as they went back to their conversation. And Jade suddenly registered the most uncomfortable sensation of her bloody pad inflating with water.

"Oh my God! Jade!" Austin had been watching the whole thing from across the pool, appalled, concerned, disgusted, whatever emulsion of feelings he had set aside briefly as he rushed over to help pull her out. Ashley and Brenda had followed suit with fresh towels. Jade couldn't speak at first, only nodding when asked if she was okay over and over, and for whatever reason why a deep shame had overcome her as she clenched the towel tightly around her body.

He was especially shy at that age, but Austin had more nerve than anyone at that pool party to call out the little bastard when they seemed content to move on so quickly. Matt meanwhile was out to get himself another red bull while Austin skulked up behind him, his lips pursed tightly and his blood boiling.

"Hey, what's your problem?" Austin called out.

Matt turned briskly on his heel, the energy drink already clutched in his hand, "What're you talking about?" he asked cluelessly.

"Matt, don't be a dick! I watched you shove Jade into the pool!" Austin snapped.

"I did not!" he countered, almost like a child having a tantrum, "The deck is slippery! It happens, man!" and he placed his hand on Austin's shoulder. Austin however flinched and pulled him off.

"Don't touch me," he said shortly.

Matt scowled at him, he was only a few inches shorter than Austin, he looked younger with his moppy hair and skinnier build. However, the way he stared Austin down so intensely, so confidently, Austin wasn't afraid so much as he was uncomfortable being within close proximity to the kid.

"Or what?" he poked Austin's chest only to be batted away.

"Don't touch me!"

"What're you gonna' do if I do? Huh?"

Ashley called him out, "Matt, stop it!" she warned like a mother scolding her child for snatching a toy away from his sibling, "You're not helping!"

Suppose you could chalk it down to immaturity, or Matt truly thought that he was untouchable as he scoffed at the young blonde, "How 'bout you worry about the Japanese flag on your towel and not me, hm?"

Jade didn't understand what he was referring to until she looked down, the color drained from her face, her blood ran cold as she saw the pinkish-reddish stains soaking through her towel from her jeans, from her pad. And as soon as she saw it, everybody had too. Austin had seen it, averting his eyes quickly out of decency though the damage had already been done. Never more in her life had Jade wanted to die than in that moment.

Brenda was quick to usher her inside, "Okay, show's over. Let's get you cleaned up,"

Jade's cheeks flushed some, she could still feel the uncomfortable sopping lump in her pants so clearly, the embarrassment so poingnant, and yet if she was asked, she wasn't sure why she should've been so embarrassed in the first place. It wasn't her fault she had been pushed into the pool, after all.

"Anyway," she sighed, "besides that fiasco we stayed up late and made s'mores on the little bonfire,"

"Of course," he shook his head, "And I had to put some distance between you and Matt,"

"I wasn't surprised when him and Sara broke up, but the restraining order threw me," she shivered at the thought, imagining if she hadn't of dodged that bullet.

"I don't miss him," Austin shook his head, "I mean, other than that, I think we still had fun,"

"We did," Jade nodded, "I haven't had s'mores in a long time, actually,"

"Neither have I," he shrugged, "How about next time you come over we make some?"

"I'd like that," she smiled softly, "But I think we should do it after -- this," she waved her hand between them, blushing profusely.

He scoffed amusedly, "Why?"

"Because we've proven we can be very messy and chocolate and marshmallow are gonna' make that worse," she laughed.

"And what's wrong with that?"

Jade just laughed him off as he reached for his TV remote to find something for them to watch. His sense of humour dwindled however as his mind wondered, watching Jade as he flicked through different show titles on his Netflix. Her hair held a particular shine under the lamp sitting over them and her eyes weren't sunken persay, though she appeared tired. A little bit of guilt flooded through him as he saw how late it was, further knowing too that they both had full days ahead of them.

"Why did you agree to sleep with me?" he spoke before his better judgement could stop him.

Jade turned to him, not taken aback so much as she was curious to his question, "I thought we already talked about it," she said.

"We talked about how... we didn't really talk about... why," he shrugged sheepishly.

"Why are you asking me this now?" she asked.

His gaze clung shyly to her shoulder, the fabric of his t-shirt draping gently along the bone, "I don't know. I guess 'cause you never really seemed like you'd be into this thing. I'm just curious,"

She pulled her knees up to her chest, inhaling deeply as she thought about it, "Neither do you. I don't know," she looked off into space, "I guess internally I just wanna' fuck up my life even more. I suppose it can't get any worse from here," she tittered pitifully.

"You're not doing too badly," he reassured her.

"I appreciate that," she replied, "My therapist says I seek safety and validation from outward attention. And I wish I'd heard that earlier because maybe things would be a little better,"

It was hard sometimes for Austin to differentiate between Jade's alter ego and her vulnerable side, he felt as though he was privy to this raw part of her she wouldn't have wanted anybody to see. And it made him question to why she picked him, or more relevantly why they'd picked each other in this.

"Would you let me be a better thing in your life?" he asked, trying to read her glazed expression.

"You don't have to worry about me," she smiled assuringly, "You have enough on your plate, Austin,"

Austin simpered, reaching across the leather to give her hand an affectionate squeeze, "Maybe. But I can have a packed schedule and still make time for my friend,"

"Friend," Jade smirked as she scooted closer beside him, "Do you... do you do this type of stuff with your other friends?" she waved her hand between them, calloused fingers fluttering softly.

Austin felt his face run hot, thankful that the lights were dimmed a little lower but the cheeky smile curving at her lips told him she'd noticed anyway. There was a furtive glimmer in her eyes as she teased him like a child, reminiscent flares of the girl he knew sparking in again and again, drawing him nearer to her in the flame of familiarity and credulousness.

Nineteen-year-old Jade was curled up in an arm chair, small as a mouse while the cook out continued on the rooftop pool. She felt a multitude of things: frustration, anger, sheer embarrassment despite how many times the girls had told her she hadn't need to. Ashley gave her a fresh pad and some clothes to change into, she had told Jade she could take as much time as she needed before coming back upstairs. Though given the way some of the guys had been snickering amongst themselves, sneaking glances and pointing subtly, she wasn't sure she would. If she was still in Toronto she would've called her mom in a heart beat to come pick her up.

Community was on, Señor Chang's manic episodes and Pierce's constant yet unintentional oppressive behaviour were an attempt to dry out the loud cry of mockery in her brain, and for the most part it was working. She hadn't registered a visitor until she heard the door slam amongst the television chaos, her glazed eyes blinked slowly.

"I'm fine Ash, you don't need to worry," she called over the commotion.

Twenty-one-year-olds, shy yet chivalrous, Austin chuckled beneath his breath as he took a seat beside her on the couch, much to Jade's surprise. In one hand he had a red cup, in the other two slices of cold pizza haphazardly wrapped in a greasy napkin.

"I'll be sure to let her know," he smiled, "Thought you might be hungry," he offered her the pizza.

"Thanks," it was then the tension in her body began to fizzle out, her sour mood not quite lifted but nonetheless she as happy to see him out of everybody. True to Austin's notion it dawned on Jade then how hungry she was. She took a bite; the mozzarella was gummy by now and the marinara sauce was bizarrely sweet. In the cup was a dark cola, though the smell of a stronger liquor burned under nose amongst the sugary goodness, "What's this?"

"Cola,"

"Cola and what?"

He smiled coyly, "Captain Morgan,"

"Hmm, look at you plying minors with alcohol," she smirked back.

"If nineteen is good enough for Canada, it's good enough for me. Don't -- don't tell Ashley, though," he reasoned. He had just had a fresh hair cut, Jade hadn't said anything but she noticed how much sharper he looked, in turn appearing more confident in his v-neck and cargo shorts.

"I don't know what you're talking about," her brows popped to tease as she took a cocky sip of the drink.

Austin meanwhile kicked his feet up onto the table, perplexed at the onslaught of zombies tearing apart a community college campus, the variety of cast costumes appealing and appropriate to each character.

"Why are they playing a halloween episode in August?" he asked.

"Because Halloween is cool," Jade replied matter-of-factly, "Hallmark likes to play their Christmas movies in July, anyway,"

"Fucking weirdos," he muttered. Jade was watching his nonchalance curiously. His sudden silence was perplexing, his own gaze glued to the TV as he relaxed into the couch without much of a care, almost as though Jade hadn't been traumatized an hour ago.

"How's everything upstairs?" she asked.

He shrugged listlessly, "Not much is going on up there. A couple of the guys are already drunk," he replied.

She nodded slowly, "... You're not... you're not gonna ask me about what happened?"

He glanced at her peripherally, "... Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not really,"

"Then we won't talk about it," he decided, "Not until you want to," and he went back to watching TV.

Jade relaxed beside him, gobbling down the pizza and after a few sips, she didn't mind the distinct bitterness of her drink. Despite the show she could pick off the moments he snuck glances at her. Her head shook as she simpered under her breath.

"You don't have to babysit me, you know," she said, "I'm fine, Austin,"

He met her gaze again, "I'm not babysitting you. I'm just enjoying your company. It's quieter down here, anyway," he replied.

"Okay, but if Ashley or anyone sent you down here --"

"Jade, I came down here because I wanted to see you. Yes, I want to make sure you're okay 'cause I'm not gonna' have any fun knowing you're down here by yourself. So sue me," he turned to the TV again.

Jade huffed on the spot, folding her legs into a pretzel for some aim for comfort, not caring whether the pizza grease had soaked through the napkin and was staining her joggers. Her hair, long but still damp clung to the back of her neck and felt unbearably hot against her skin, amplified now as his stare bore into her.

"I wouldn't trust you to babysit a fish, anyway," she scoffed quietly.

Austin glared playfully, "Says the girl who forgot she locked her dog out on the porch for an hour,"

Jade chuckled sheepishly, "Well -- I mean -- okay, point taken. Thank you,"

His arm came around her shoulder and he pulled her into his side, and they giggled as her drink splashed and threatened to spill. Ashley then surely would've killed them both.

He smiled at her, charming, warm, delightfully mischievous in his own way that many people upstairs wouldn't notice about him. But Jade did, she always noticed everything about him.

"Don't mention it, you're my best friend after all,"

But there it was, that dreaded word. The six letter word that scorned Jade's adolescent life with Austin. She shouldn't have been so surprised, she was young and naive and there were other people who had more to offer him. She wasn't supposed to be anything more than just his friend, only then and only now.

Jade suddenly came to when Austin had poked her shoulder, "Hm?"

"Where'd you go?" he simpered, "You kinda' spaced out,"

"Oh, sorry," she smiled sheepishly, now taking note that he had the Netflix menu on the TV screen. His TV in his home, where they both sat on his couch practically half dressed. Just like really, really, really good friends.

"You want to watch something?" he asked.

The words barely left his lips before a sharp beep blared from down the hall, her clothes were done.

She didn't show her heavy heart as she sat up now, peeking down the darkened hallway, "I think that's my cue, actually,"

He didn't want the disappointment to flicker across his face, glaring down the hall at the direction of the beep. It felt like an intrusive sibling or a poorly timed phone call, their safe space was suddenly broken again.

"Oh, yeah. Right," he stood and started for the washing machine, "Sit tight, I'll get them,"

"I can help," Jade began to sit.

"No, no, I insist," he smiled reassuringly, "After all, I made most the mess,"

#austin butler #austin butler imagine #austin x reader #austin butler fanfic #original story #original female character #jade theodore #elvis 2022 #austin butler elvis #elvis movie #film blog #imagine blog

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danganronpa-21 · 2 years

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Makoto Naegi Birthday Headcanons

Today is Makoto Naegi’s birthday, and I made some headcanons! They’re a small set, about eight — and I think I might have shared one of them before, although maybe not for his birthday, more of a fankids headcanon thing — but hopefully you will enjoy them nonetheless!

• Unlike a lot of kids you hear about, Makoto was actually pretty excited to be a big brother. And I’m sure you’re thinking — how could a one year old be excited? And I’m here to tell you that Komaru and Makoto’s age gap is a translation error, and that while that art book does say a year, I haven’t seen Komaru’s UDG conversations where she says otherwise retranslated to confirm that it actually WAS an error, ergo… It’s a set of headcanons and I’m doing what I want, don’t overthink it.

Anyway — he wanted to be helpful with Komaru if he could, and generally liked spending time around her even if she was just laying there being all wiggly like babies are. It was almost like fascination. Depending on how young you think he was, I could probably even see him trying to offer her his own pacifier when she cried. All around, Makoto was just very cute when it came to Komaru, and their parents were constantly melting over their adorable perfect babies.

• Given the nature of Makoto’s luck, it’s actually quite rare that he even notices its effects. He doesn’t think that bad things happen to him all that much more than other people, but given that his luck is so related to injury and life-or-death situations, he doesn’t always notice how good it can be. Like if he cuts himself with a large knife and it’s not that deep, he’ll just bandage himself up and be glad that it’s not worse, not really considering WHY it’s not worse. Living a relatively normal life, the close calls are way less noticeable to him, so it’s only after the Killing Game that he kind of goes, “Huh. I am kind of lucky.”

• Has a strangely difficult time gaining weight and keeping it on. It drives him crazy. He keeps up a decent diet for someone of his age and gets some exercise (probably more as an adult than as a teen, because THH has him mention his favourite sport in school was “going home”), but he has trouble building up muscle and just overall making himself more sturdy. Given that he’s perfectly healthy, he can’t quite complain, but sometimes he can’t help but feel kind of scrawny when he hangs around some of his other friends.

• Favourite type of video game are beat ‘em ups. Especially kind people tend to have their outlets for their anger, whether it be sports or horror movies or whatever, and for Makoto, it’s beat ‘em up video games. If he’s had a rough day at school or work, maybe Byakuya has been a real jerk to him or he wasn’t able to perform to Hope’s Peak standards, he loves to go home and just let loose on the video game system until he feels better. It’s just a special kind of catharsis for him that keeps him from exploding at people, which is something that he loathes doing.

• Speaking of which, as we see from his internal monologue, Makoto is actually quite capable of being snarky and sarcastic like Hajime, but he chooses not to. He knows the feelings are only human, especially when surrounded by a bunch of folks as quirky as his classmates, but his attitude is generally that if it’s not nice, it’s not likely to be something that needs to be said, so he tends to bite his tongue on such matters. However, if the person is enough of a jerk, he might mutter to himself — and if any of his loved ones catch what he says, they usually burst out laughing because of how out of character it is.

• Good at public speaking, but doesn’t actually think he’s that good at it. He gets a little nervous every time he goes up to do it, not knowing if he’s going to say the right thing, but as soon as he’s up there and doing it, it becomes as naturally to him as breathing. It mesmerizes and amazes everyone who watches him, and he’s been asked by others for tips before… and has not entirely known how to respond. Most of the time, he surprises even himself with what he can do. If you record him and have him watch it back, he’ll often say that it’s like watching someone else who looks exactly like him.

• Makoto’s pet name from his mother was “Sunbeam” because of his cheerful attitude. As an adult, Makoto uses the same pet name with his own kids. It has a new meaning for him, being the light of his life and his ray of sunshine for the future. Plus, it’s a nice way for him to help keep the memory of his mom around, and all the effort and love she and his father put into raising their family.

• A long-standing debate between him and Kyoko is whether or not pineapple pizza is good. Makoto is adamant, ADAMANT, that it is delicious and Kyoko doesn’t know what she is talking about. Kyoko, on the other hand, is almost angry as she insists that it is not and he is blinded by tastebuds that accept the mediocre. She even likens it to Komaru’s tastes for kangaroo meat. They never go too far in their debating about it of course, but there is a running joke where they go on pestering each other about their respective opinions whenever they get the opportunity. Which is funny, because being Japanese… there are some more unusual choices for pizza that they could be fighting over!

#Makoto naegi #Danganronpa #Danganronpa trigger happy havoc #naegi makoto

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Snob With a "Snoot 🐽"

I’m actually quite mad namely because in my emotional presentation of great achievement, I am treated unfairly compared to other girls my age and turned down.

I notice violinists will never look me in the eye. Ballerinas treat me like trash because they didn’t have ballet where I lived and I couldn’t take it age almost 7 ½ - 12 ½. I was only let to attend once a week age 12 ½, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, and 18. There wasn’t much.. and I wanted to attendant the 1st school I looked at, and it was a modern school but had girls in my class, and I could move to a professional school when I get better. I had scoliosis, and I really wanted to start, also bearing that in mind from age 11/2 in Northeastern Florida, living on the bay, The teacher kept saying without rule to wait til the start of next schoolyear, but I was frantic at least on the inside and they let me in to the little kids class for 2 ½ years. I left and wanted to start going more days, and my mom said no. I was gonna go to other schools, I said. This was a homeschool ballet school, and they used to be at the other modern studio maybe 2 years back. The teacher’s daughter was actually just getting her pointe shoes. I was pretty humble my mom took ballet until maybe she didn’t want to do pointe, but she was the #1 gymnast in the country. So, most of the girls were 3 years or 3 grades younger, and the oldest was the teacher’s sister’s daughter and 2 years younger. There was 1 young girl who looked serious but spunky and short and she was 4 years younger. My younger brother is 5 grades younger, and my younger girl cousin is 6 grades younger and born in 1991. All my family is younger, but there is one girl I e-mailed 2 years older and an in-law about 7 years older? She was just around to give a hug. Both were actually very tall and not scrawny like a lot of others. So, the ballet girls at this school did piano but were too shy to play. They probably started younger. They started theater and I guess got to sing. They weren’t technically all the same in these things but overall? I was gonna transfer to the professional more rigorous ballet school but graduated and was too old. I finally was told a girl there who also did theater (musical theater) that school wasn’t as good as mine, but mine was Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday for 1 ½ hours and I only went once a week except did the recital the 1st year and sometimes did adult ballet on Saturdays often if I didn’t go Tuesday.

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i WILL say that while i think joe kelly is vastly more successful with the tongue-in-cheek quippiness than a lot of other writers who try to do constant banter, there are def still places where it falls flat, and i find it weird that he has the head nazi shithead (aka zemo lol) using Hip “Millennial/Gen Z” Slang (aka appropriated AAVE) considering the racial things at play there linguistically etc but at the same time it’s a choice that i can’t say isn’t potentially justified in this context, especially if you wanna talk about the greater trends of white power and the (mis)use of AAVE and vernaculars outside of the predominantly white “““standard”““ for english and of modern/young fascists and neo-nazis, cryptofash etc. using memes, coded language, and other “trends” including things lifted from black culture

but somehow i doubt that was uh. that thoroughly thought through. though i guess there’s an essay in there about either that OR about modern cape comic writers’ leaning on vocabulary they’ve picked up from younger audiences who’ve picked it up (often incorrectly) from black english

anyway, even if it was that thought through it still might not have necessarily been the right choice for this specific character... but i really don’t know, i don’t really read a lot of comics that heavily feature hydra—obviously. i’m a spider-man fan. i read street level shit.

anywhooo

as far as peter goes, even with the over-leaning on being Cool And Young, kelly (the writer) still manages to have an overall pretty solid grasp on peter’s personality imo; his anger, his being pretty fucking smart, and his being incredibly deliberate in everything he does—measuring out his anger, controlling himself, monitoring everything around him, thinking a thousand miles a minute, and running himself ragged for the sake of other people while also sometimes missing the big picture because of his focus on getting from point a to point b, so in that case i think kelly (the character) is a fairly effective foil to him in being better able to look at the big picture and detach herself in a way that pete is incapable of ...

if i can go on a tangent, since this is a comic made by two people who worked (albeit on separate arcs) on ANOTHER comic i can name—

sm/dp was, perhaps ironically? one of the first spidey comics i read, for better or for worse, but i think... much as i’m really not interested in spideypool itself (only once for about a month) or its fans for the most part, i do think that even in those comics, like, even pushing these two disparate characters together, kelly still had a solid grasp on peter in that the way he wrote peter in THOSE comics was STILL this way—still angry, vicious, analytical, shortsighted, etc. and capable of intense violence and yes lethality. and it’s funny because to be honest in those earlier arcs of that comic, it really feels like peter ... doesn’t really care about wade at all; i mean to me it generally seemed that he was extremely detached from him in a lot of ways and that while he ended up knowing a not totally insignificant amount about wade i don’t feel like it went the other way... and like, not just in a regular spidey secret identity way you know, like there are a lot of people who did not know peter’s identity and some who still don’t who he is still pretty close to even in the mask, and to me this didn’t feel like that? right? it’s not like a... early spidey + torch days you know? like to me it did read as if he were kind of holding DP at arm’s length for most of the stuff through the first arcs, before the author switches and stuff.

but uhhh i guess that’s not good shipping fodder lol

but for as much as it’s a series basically predicated on “how can we squeeze more money out of a subset of fandom we’re not profiting off of effectively?” i do think there are solid aspects of it that do show at least a pretty solid grasp on peter’s overall personality and demeanor and i think joe carries that into non-stop as well.

(can’t speak for wade, i haven’t bothered reading any DP comics, i don’t think they’re really my thing. I’m super picky about 4th wall breaking for one thing. and for another i’m just not suuuuper interested in them. shrug. i’m sure there are some good ones, i’ll probably never read em, such is life.)

ANYWAY

also the layouts and art in non-stop are stellar. hugely dynamic, bold, well paced and wonderfully composed etc. love to see a comic book that just LOOKS this good.

it does feel like bachalo may have been a little rushed or on a tight deadline at times, but it retains a slick sense of style overall and thankfully a lot less weird sexy framing for the female characters compared to his work in sm/dp

#peter looks a little young at times but i think that's really just the way bachalo draws tbh #he still draws a solid peter parker—pretty boy doesn't hurt. dark hair though i like. good nose.#a little scrawny sometimes but overall good #nadia rambles #nadia reads comics

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:C I didn't know Pumpkin was starved! I mean it makes total sense but, poor baby ;A; What's Pumpkins' favourite food? Do they even have one? Also, in the AU where Pumpkin and Kane are together- does Kane even get satiation from their malnourished blood, or is it the equivalent to subsisting on thin broth? Like yes it's food but it's never going to be enough.

ok so. pumpkin wasnt completely starved of course. we have to take into account that theyve always been a scrawny lil kid. very skinny. then they were on and off homeless for years. and Then they got to seth's. now, seth ... fed them... but that was mostly oatmeal and rice pudding lol its easy, and pumpkin loved it. so they were kind of fed but SO malnourished. and they def didnt eat enough. it was just overall kind of like starving. pumpkin sustained themself on oatmeal and rice pudding (and choccy, they have a sweet tooth) even after they got out for like a year before am came around and pointed out that... that must not be healthy. so i'd say both of those foods r up there. good food. pumpkin loved it. IT WAS JUST SO LITTLE-

kane does get satiation from their malnourished blood, but its so little that its like. like i mean not even the nutritional value, but the Amount. seth gives him so little. but it does kinda work. kane also sometimes, very rarely, gets seth's blood :) once again, so little and so rarely that it doesnt matter how good and packed w nutrients it is.

ok ok as for the last sentence, no, itd def be enough if only kane was allowed to drink enough. like, if pumpkin was his bloodbag and kane was allowed to feed on their malnourished lil body each evening, itd be enough. i think- @whumpsday back me up or correct me please

#asks #writer whumper #spk

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Head Over Feet (Brian Johnson x Fem!Reader)

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Word Count: 4.8k

Synopsis: What’s that sound? It’s another anachronistic Brian Johnson songfic! (Based on Alanis Morissette’s Head Over Feet) You’re one of Bender’s trash-punk friends and things change drastically when he brings the scrawny brain from detention with him to meet you all. Set up in snippets, your relationship develops with Brian, even if you weren’t really looking for a relationship.

CW: Teenage smoking (including reader), swearing, parental abuse (being being kicked out), sexism, angst and fluff

“This is Johnson,” Bender indicated the boy he brought along to your group’s spot under the bleachers.

“Brian, please.” The kid corrected. You eyed the gangly youth from top to bottom; in his sweater over a crisply-ironed collared shirt and khakis, he definitely didn’t fit in here with you all. You’d be called grungy punks at best. You didn’t think any of you even owned an iron and crisp definitely wasn’t your style. You blew out a puff of smoke, exhaling the nicotine from your lungs and shifted your gaze to Bender, wondering what he was at with this. He wasn’t the best guy, but pranking this preppy little nerd by bringing him down to your hangout? That seemed beneath him.

“You, uh, running some kinda charity here, Bender? We’re not exactly Make-A-Wish material, kid.” Scorch told the blonde dweeb and you snorted at the thought.

“Shut the fuck up,” was all Bender said in response. The rest of the twenty minutes of Brian Johnson standing there was of course, incredibly awkward and it was clear to everyone that he didn’t fit in. But that didn’t stop him from coming back a week later. And again a few days after that. And again and again until, well, that dork had grown on the lot of you. While he didn’t partake in cigarette smoking like most of you, he did take Bender up on his weed on several occasions and was actually really funny while high. He did weirdly spot-on impressions and had a sense of humor that none of your group had anticipated.

And, as much as you would vehemently deny it, you liked him when he was sober, too. He was incredibly smart and helpful and while his jokes were different without marijuana in his system, he could be amusing. That first awkward encounter was back in March, maybe April. But now you spent time with him without the convenience of school pulling you together. Now it was June and you sought to spend time with him, even without the group. Tonight, you were laying in a field not far from the high school, just the two of you. You liked to listen to him ramble on about the constellations and the myths about why they were named as they were. You remembered liking that as a kid, but you didn’t remember most of the stories. You knew you could ask him questions about the actual stars, too. Like, the science of it, and he would know. But you’d rather let him ramble and tackle one subject at a time. Even though he focused more on science and math, he was a pretty good storyteller, and right now that provided you with more of an escape than talking about the chemical composition of a star. When he finished his retelling of Ursa Minor’s story, however, he remained silent and didn’t start up a new piece of lore. After a moment, you looked at him to see what the hold up was, but you just caught his eye as his gaze was already fixed on you. Your heart started pounding in your chest because you knew what was coming.

“You know, we could go on an actual date some time.” Brian suggested, breaking the silence. You closed your eyes, almost wincing at the words. He was generally more subtle than this, but the same idea had been brought up before. It wasn’t that you didn’t like Brian. In general, you did, and in the honest depths of your soul, it was as more than a friend. But, every time it came down to this subject, you panicked. You had never been serious with anyone and the thought of dating was completely foreign to you. You had messed around with some guys before but you never had feelings for them. You didn’t know how to depend on another person, to have an actual relationship with them.

I had no choice but to hear you

You stated your case time and again

I thought about it

You sighed, your eyes still closed. You didn’t know what to tell him. Before, he always left it as more of a hint and it was easier to dodge. Now he was just coming out and saying it. Basically asking you out, so you would actually have to turn him down this time. The terrible thing was, you didn’t really want to. The conscious side of you wanted to agree and go out with him, on a proper date. But your subconscious kicked you into fight or flight mode and if you weren’t in the middle of a field, you might have picked flight and walked away. But that didn’t seem to be an option.

“Look, Johnson. It’s not that easy. Just...don’t waste your time on me.”

“I’m already wasting my time on you.” He pointed out, but when you took a peek at him, he didn’t seem upset about it. He was actually grinning about it. “We’re already wasting our time out here. Or at the library, or under the bleachers… So why not like, a movie theater or dinner, or my house?”

“Oh yeah, your mom would love having me around.” You joked, humorlessly. The smattering of times you had met Brian’s mother hadn’t gone swimmingly. You could read the derision in her voice and knew she did not approve of her good little baby hanging out with a ne’er-do-well like you.

“She’d come around. You’re different once someone actually gets to know you.” He meant it as a compliment, but you took it as your out.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” You leapt up, indignantly and he just gaped at you like a fish out of water.

“I didn’t mean anything bad by it, I swear!” He put his hands up defensively as you looked down at him. “Forget it, I’m sorry.” You had victory, he dropped the subject and your friendship could last another night and you could try to pretend like he wasn’t right, that you two weren’t meant to be something more.

*~~~~*

You treat me like I'm a princess

I'm not used to liking that

You ask how my day was

For the most part, working at Bert’s auto shop felt worthwhile and valuable. Other days, it chewed you up and spit you out. It was hard being in such a masculine environment and not fitting into that type. Customers (mostly men, but even the women too) thought that you were less knowledgeable and handy than your cohorts. Bender’s teasing didn’t help that image, either.

Now you slid into the booth at Gino’s pizzeria utterly deflated and defeated. Of course, Brian took notice right away. “Rough day?” He inquired, pushing a menu towards you even though he knew you ordered the same thing every time.

“That’s not even the half of it. Why does Bender hafta be such a dick all the time?!” You asked, incredulously but sincerely, diving right into your problem.

“I don’t know. I think he thinks it’s part of his charm? Maybe it is. I mean, we’re still friends with him.” You nodded at his point, but clenched your fists just the same.

“I just wish he knew when to back off sometimes. Like, he never realizes he’s taking it too far and digging you further into a shithole.”

“What did he do this time?” Brian’s gaze on you was unbroken; it made you feel important, like your opinion, your story, was the only thing that mattered.

“So we got this old guy in the shop today. Beautiful car, so of course he was hesitant with me touching it.” You began and his eyebrows furrowed, already not liking the direction this was going. “And I’m trying to prove myself worthy to work on this car, even though I would just be doing an oil change, which isn’t like a big deal anyway, right? Simple stuff.” You looked to him to get acknowledgement to move forward.

“I mean, I guess. I don’t really know about oil changes or anything about cars. But I know you do.”

“Right, so Bender has to go and make a crack to the old guy about how they won’t let me near it and I’m just the secretary for the shop or whatever. Just a total dick move. But of course the guy believed him and laughed with him and sent me to go get him a cup of coffee? I mean, what the hell is that?”

“That’s not right. And you wear a mechanic’s uniform at work, why would he think--?”

“Because macho man Bender told him I was! He was more believable than me.” You sank back and put a hand up to brace your forehead as the waitress approached the table. You prepared to order your drink when she set down exactly what you would have ordered in front of you and walked away, promising to come back in a few minutes. You blinked at the cup as if it magically had appeared.

“I uh, figured you’d get the usual and you’d need it when you got here, so I ordered for you. I hope that’s okay.” Brian said and then looked away, suddenly embarrassed by the idea. Since he wasn’t looking at you anyway, you allowed your lips to twitch up into a smile threatening to break out on your face...but only for a moment.

“Yeah, whatever. So anyway, Bender…” you carried on, pretending nothing happened, but secretly cataloguing his gesture in your memory.

*~~~~*

The only thing worse than arguing with Brian or him pissing you off was him making you laugh. There were times that you would go home with sore sides and itchy eyes from the tears that formed while laughing so hard. Then you would always, always reflect on the hours you just spent together, feeling the warmth and butterflies tickle your insides and a nervous heat would prickle your skin as you thought about how happy Brian made you. He never pushed you to do anything; he liked you the way you were. Sure, he would drop hints here and there about how you should stop smoking or give you advice when you had a particularly bad argument with one of your friends, but overall, he just accepted you. And you knew how hard that was to find.

You had never been popular and when junior high rolled around, you accepted that you never would be. You found your own little group of outcasts who understood what it was like to be kicked down time and again, and now he had somehow joined that group too. You knew he understood how it felt. Even though he looked different and came from a very different social circle, he had been looked down upon by his peers all his life. You were guilty of judging him the same way when you first met him, but now you couldn’t imagine life without him. He was cut of the same cloth and you could see yourself in him, which is why you just clicked. And he was so kind and so patient with you. You tried to push him away dozens of times, to put up the barriers and the walls that worked so well for everyone that came before him; you couldn’t be hurt if you never got attached. Where most people gave up and only saw the cold, distant bitch you gave them, Brian always saw something more. He didn’t give up in breaking down those walls, and even accepted just being your friend. That made you love him even more.

Shit, wait. Did you just think about loving Brian? A crush is one thing. Having a buddy to fool around with is one thing. Being in love was quite another.

You've already won me over in spite of me

Don't be alarmed if I fall head over feet

Don't be surprised if I love you for all that you are

I couldn't help it

It's all your fault

*~~~~*

Mercedes Johnson was all about keeping up appearances, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t hear her arguing with Brian on the other side of the door, about you. Again. You had known from the second you met her that she didn’t like you. She was instantly worried about the influence you’d have on her son; it was a common reaction from parents based on the way you looked and the company you kept. You would think you’d be used to it by now.

However, it truthfully bothered you more because this was Brian’s mother. You were hoping that she would be different and see the person underneath like her son had, or at the very least, that she would eventually warm up to you. You had no luck with either.

“I’m not comfortable with having her over at the house right now.” You could hear her tell Brian.

“She’s my friend, ma. Of course she’s going to come over--”

“I’m aware of that but you know I wish she weren’t. I would prefer that you keep the company of other friends.” The formality of her sentences while she was still cruelly putting you both down made you cringe.

“You don’t know her because you won’t give her a chance. She’s not that different from my other friends.”

“You have friends in the Physics Club, from Knowledge Bowl, Honor Students. You don’t need the association with a hoodlum like that or John Bender and I don’t know why you keep insisting on bringing them into my home when I have repeatedly told you no. I don’t want them around your sister, or even you!”

“Fine. Then we’ll leave.” You heard the door swing open harshly and Brian was motioning for you to follow him out of the house.

“Brian Ralph Johnson!” You heard his mother cry after the two of you. Brian held open the front door for you and you looked at him cautiously before rushing out. You knew you weren’t wanted there, but you were worried that he wouldn’t come with you. You were even more worried that he would. “You are not leaving this house.” Mercedes put on the most intimidating tone you had witnessed her use.

“No, I am. We are. I’ll see you later.”

“Don’t bother coming back tonight if you walk out of this house!” She was now pink-faced and losing all of the reserved, polished look you had seen her have. She had never been so...uncomposed.

“Don’t worry. I won’t.” Brian said and grabbed you by the elbow as he escorted you down the driveway to your car. He immediately got into the passenger seat and as you sunk behind the steering wheel, you glanced at him.

“Brian, this is stupid. You don’t have to---you shouldn’t do this.” The whole situation reminded you of the many times you had been kicked out of your house. This was just another home you weren’t welcome in.

He clenched his jaw in response. “Let’s just go. I’ll figure it out later. Please, just drive.”

Your love is thick and it swallowed me whole

You're so much braver than I gave you credit for

That's not lip service

“Your mom gave you a choice, you know. It’s not like she told you to get out. She actually told you not to leave.” You said as you both sat on the trunk of your car, looking out across the field that was slowly turning to a golden hue, both from the afternoon sun and the change into autumn. Neither of your houses were really an option to go to, so you just chose the empty field that you would look at stars in during the summer.

“It’s not like it was really a choice though, was it? I’m tired of her trying to control every part of my life. I need to start thinking for myself, doing things for myself. She needs to understand that I’m going to do what I want, and like who I want to like.” He looked at you meaningfully for a moment, but you looked away quickly. It was too heavy for you to process right now.

“That’s a big step. I’m really impressed with you for standing up for yourself.” You told him, and he gave you an appreciative, heart-stopping smile in return that caused your cheeks to flush. Your parents had shouted at you to leave so many times before, any time you were ‘inconvenient’ for them, that it was hard to relate to someone who chose not to stay. But you wanted to support him and you did feel proud of him today. You thought back to the most recent event in which you had been dismissed from your family, and how you had tried to take it out on Brian:

You slammed your locker and watched him almost jump out of his skin. “I don’t want to talk about this.” You growled at Brian.

“I understand that, but you need to. You can’t just--”

“Just what?”

“You can’t just act like nothing happened or run away from it...run away from here.” You had been disciplined at school yet again and your parents had had enough. You had a big fight with them the night prior and did not sleep in your own bed. The tiredness racked your body today and you were stiff from sleeping in your car. If it weren’t for the social aspect, you wouldn’t have bothered coming to school. But you quickly realized you weren’t in the mood to talk to anyone, and you were only making the situation worse.

“Like hell I can’t.” You stated, quickly turning to walk away.

“Y/N, don’t. Come on, talk to me. Tell me what happened. We can figure it out together.”

“There’s nothing to figure out, bucko. I’ll be fine. I’ll do this on my own. I’m used to that anyway.”

“But you don’t have to be alone, Y/N. That’s what I’m saying! That’s my whole point: I’m here for you!”

“I didn’t ask you to be, Brian.”

“No, because friends don’t have to ask.” His words scared you. Nobody had so adamantly offered to be a safety net to you before.

“Yeah,” you scoffed, “we’re great friends. We’ve bonded so much in the, what, four months you’ve known me?” You rolled your eyes, trying to make him feel uncomfortable, to drive a wedge between you. You only knew how to put up walls, how to run.

“You know we are.”

“Yeah, sure, right. Friends. Not like you want to sleep with me or anything.” You tried to drive another knife into him, to play it off like he was following you only because he had a crush on you, one you tried to pretend wasn’t reciprocated. “It’s not going to happen, Brian. So just accept that we’re not friends.”

He let you get about three steps away before you heard him say, “No. I know what you’re doing, and it’s not going to work. Sure, part of me wants something more, but...I care about you, Y/N. And if we can just be friends, I am happy with that, I swear. But don’t do this to me. Don’t try to shut me out or walk away or act like you’re fine. I know you well enough to know you’re not.” When you turned around, you could see that he had tears rimming his eyes, threatening to fall, which made your own tears spring up as well. “I am your friend. I’m not going to just let you go and do something stupid. You are going to talk about this. If not to me, then someone else. But you can’t just run away or sleep in your car or, or…”

“Okay.” You said, softly.

“Okay?”

“Fine, let’s talk about it. I screwed up again and my parents kicked me out. So what do I do?”

“Y/N, I’m so sorry. I...we’ll think of something.” He began to tell you, but you bit your lip and drowned him out in your own sobs. Everything crashed in on you at once; you hadn’t escaped in time. You slid down your locker wall and sat on the floor. Brian joined you and put his arm around you tentatively.

You are the bearer of unconditional things

You held your breath and the door for me

Thanks for your patience

After that day, you knew he wouldn’t let you go. You tried your best to brush him off, to hurt him, to land irreparable blows. But it was all in vain; he stuck by you. You admired how he stood up for you, for your relationship, whatever that meant. He didn’t back down, even though you knew he genuinely cared what you thought. He was willing to put everything on the line just to be with you, in whatever capacity you would allot him. And today, he had chosen you again. He had picked a fight with his mother and chosen you. He placed you above being safe and comfortable and at home right now.

“I’m sorry, this must seem so stupid to be complaining about. I know I don’t have it that bad, it’s just that--”

“No, your problems are valid, too. Your mom sucks.” You told him and he laughed, “But I would be lying if I said it wasn’t...weird to have someone be given the choice to stay instead of being yelled at to get out and that you’re worthless and---I’m sorry. I don’t mean to make this about me.” You said softly, looking down at your hands.

“No, I get it. It’s gotta be on your mind a lot, the uncertainty. Plus, I don’t mind talking about you.” He nudged your shoulder with his own, trying to be playful but you knew he meant that. He always put you first. You couldn’t help your next impulse as your hand shot up to cup his face and you leaned in and kissed him roughly. You weren’t entirely sure why you had done it. It would probably change everything and you couldn’t tell if you were doing it selfishly to feel like someone cared or to keep him around or because you truly wanted to. Of course, he kissed you back, and the feeling it gave you pushed a lot of those doubts from your mind.

You're the best listener that I've ever met

You're my best friend

Best friend with benefits

What took me so long?

*~~~~*

The kiss in the field still didn’t mean you were “together.” Realistically, it complicated things for a while. You avoided Brian for a couple of days and didn’t discuss it when you finally caved in to your desire to see him. He didn’t bring it up either, even though there were many times he would look at your lips like he wanted to make a move again, but you never talked about it. Things began to look “normal” after about two weeks. You spent time at the record shop, or under the bleachers with your friends or in the library with his friends. He nagged you about giving up smoking and you finally listened, much to his surprise.

“What made you finally decide to quit?” He asked, looking at the nicotine patch on your arm. You shrugged, not wanting to tell him the truth.

“I guess I just finally got tired of you being a broken record, mother hen.” You teased him, but he just smiled because he was happy with your choice. The truth of the matter was, you had done it for him. While you weren’t with him, you wanted to be. You didn’t want to keep doing something that bothered him so much, but you also knew that eventually, your habit of smoking would cost time with him and you didn’t want that. You lied to yourself that you didn’t want a relationship and weren’t thinking about a future with Brian, but you were. Every time he helped you study or encouraged you to do your best, the time your parents were out of town so he had made you his “specialty” of spaghetti in your kitchen, when you drove him around singing songs together on the radio...you thought about doing those things with him forever and instead of the fear you used to feel at such a thought, you felt happiness. You anticipated a future with him, something to look forward to.

I've never felt this healthy before

I've never wanted something rational

I am aware now

*~~~~*

“It’s kind of weird, yeah. But they’re cute together, I guess.” You had just returned from a movie with Bender and Claire. You were surprised at how long their relationship had lasted, especially since you had hated Claire at first. You assumed she was dating Bender as a statement, but it had been over six months and they were still together and it just seemed to work.

“It must be nice to have someone like that. Even if they don’t make sense, they care about each other. It just must be a nice thing to have a relationship like that.” Brian looked at you for a moment before backpedaling, realizing he must have made it sound like he was guilt-tripping you. “Don’t worry, I won’t ask you out again. I really just was complimenting them--”

“Well, maybe you should.” You cut him off.

You realized how rare a find like Brian truly was. He always put you before himself; he listened to all of your problems and knew when to offer solutions and when to just listen. He was endlessly supportive, and kind. He kept taking giant risks just to be with you, to show you that you mattered to him. You knew, without him saying it, that he loved you. Why else would someone go to the lengths he did, just to make you happy? You had tried everything to shake him, to get rid of him so neither one of you would be in too deep to get hurt. But he stayed, and now, you wouldn’t want him to go anyway. It was too late; you were both already in too deep.

He just blinked at you, sure he had heard incorrectly. “Wh-what?”

“I said, maybe you should. Ask me out again.”

“Y/N, do you want to go out with me?” He asked, unsure. It felt like a setup, but he knew you wouldn’t do something so cruel to him.

“Yes.” You replied, softly.

“Why?” He asked with furrowed eyebrows.

“I don’t know. I guess you won me over.” You chuckled, but he failed to see the humor in it, so you changed to a more serious tone. “Brian, I thought that these feelings would go away, that you would go away. Lord knows how hard I’ve tried to push you. But...you didn’t and the feelings didn’t. I-I love you. And I’m pretty sure I’m going to keep loving you, I don’t want to waste my time with anyone else. And...And I think that you love me.”

“I do.” He breathed quietly, with zero hesitation.

“So, why fight it any more? I was afraid that I would hurt you, but I think I’ve already done that and you’ve stuck around.” He nodded in confirmation of that fact. “And I was scared that I would get hurt but...but I’ve realized that you won’t do that to me, either.”

You've already won me over in spite of me

Don't be alarmed if I fall head over feet

And don't be surprised if I love you for all that you are

I couldn't help it

It's all your fault

He took your hands in his, “You’re serious? You really want this? Because, you know how I feel. How I’ve always felt.” You nodded in response, tears quickly filling your eyes, which was a rarity for you. He leaned in towards you to kiss you, for the first time since your conversation in the field over a month ago. He waited for you to be ready in every aspect of your relationship and you had never known so much love and respect before. It took some adjusting to, but he had pulled you in and made you fall for him again and again.

Just gonna tag my buddy...

@90sinequity

#brian johnson x reader #brian x reader #breakfast club #the breakfast club #reader insert #reader-insert #romance #mild angst #angst with a happy ending

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May I request platonic headcanons for Leona, Malleus, Riddle and Trey with a Child!Yuu who's a scrawny homeless kid who's ready to bite anyone (especially Crowley) who looks menacing.

Leona, Malleus, Riddle, and Trey with a scrawny and bitey Child!Yuu

Warning(s): cussing, a little bit of slander, got a bit carried away with treys part

A/N: Thank you for the request! sorry it took so long, I hope you like it!

[Bitey child!Yuu Masterlist]

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Leona

Let's get one thing straight-

the first time you met him you bit him without a second glance.

good job, I'm so proud of you.

he tried to get you off his leg by swinging it around

didn't work.

it took both Ruggie and Jack to peel you off of his leg

after that it would take every ounce of willpower to not punt you every single time he saw you

translation: willpower = usually Ruggie (sometimes Jack)

when he saw you bite Crowley for the first time he busted out laughing

nearly cried.

now he doesn't want to punt you as much

whenever Cheka's around he drags you over so you two can play together, aka you distract Cheka, and not annoy him

this backfired.

obviously.

Overall, he hates you at first, then finds out your good entertainment and useful, then he tolerates you also good to nap with

btw you and Cheka are bffs now.

Malleus

Yeah, you bit him too.

poor boy was so sad when he found out why you bit him

but that's later on

rn he's just confused why this small human is dangling off his forearm

wonders if it's a greeting of some sort

considered biting you back but decided against it when he remembers how sharp his teeth are and how fragile humans, especially human children, are.

to put it plainly, he adores you.

doesn't know if he loves you like a sibling or his own child, he can't tell yet.

oh lord when Sebek finds out about the bite-

he might actually punt you back to your world if it weren't for Malleus.

will just pick you up at random times for no reason at all

picked you up and peeled you off Crowley then just walked away with you in his arms as he lightly scolds you.

Overall, he loves you no matter what you do. a little worried that you might get sick from the people you put in your mouth but that's about it.

Riddle

You probably broke like at least 20 rules from when you got your first foot through the portal to when you got your second one in.

so...

head off INSTANTLY!

sorry I don't make the rules

Riddle does.

he thought you were just a random small child that those two troublesome freshmen kidnaped and dragged back to the dorm

so he took their heads off too.

it wasn't until a few days later that he saw you dangling from Crowley by your mouth that he learned of your little habit

he and a few other students had to help get you off him when he started seeing blood, then started scolding you.

decided that he personally should teach you not to do that

spoiler alert, it didn't work. you still biting bitches to this day.

btw you were the one who ate his tart, but you blamed it on Ace

you and Grim are going to take that to your graves.

Overall, is a bit worried and curious about how or where you got this biting habit from and always wonders where the snacks meant for him keep going.

Trey

You were going to bite him (because of how tall he is compared to you) but then realized he smelt like baked goods and that he was holding a plate of said baked goods

now you love him.

he noticed that you were staring at the plate in his hand, he bent down on one knee and held the plate out to you so you could take one

one.

but you were like

frick that

and took the whole plate and ran into the maze

he was so confused but just kinda laughed it off then told ace and deuce to go get you before you got lost.

when you came back your face was covered, and I mean COVERED, in the baked good

he just cleaned you up and went back to doing his thing but this time he had a small child following him around.

yeah so you follow him around everywhere whenever you get the chance so (mostly because you want more goodies)

which was a lot

so he was a bit worried when he didn't see you for most of the day

so he looked for you for a bit and ended up finding you dangling off Crowley and Riddle trying to pull you off of him

so he helped and, with Riddle, scolded you.

pls call them mom and dad, it will be hilarious!!

Overall, you remind him of his little siblings and it kinda makes him a little homesick, but he cares about you and enjoys teaching you different recipes from time to time. is very worried about your biting habit but secretly finds it funny.

Bonus!!

Crowley

yes child!!

bite the old bird man!

when you first met you saw him before he saw you

so he let out the highest pitched scream you've ever heard when you bit his leg

you had to let go back away and cover your ears because of how loud it was.

anyway

over seral weeks of you biting every time he saw you he started expecting it

even holding out his arm for you a few times

so anytime you don't bite him he gets either worried or sad

sad because he started seeing it as almost affection on your part-

it wasn't.

-and thinks he really upset you.

kinda treats you like his kid, whether you like it or not

I'm sorry.

Overall, I suggest you stop biting him as soon as possible if you don't want him to get even more attached.

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#twst #twst riddle #twst leona #twst trey #twst malleus #twst headcanons #twst yuu #twst child yuu #twisted wonderlan #twisted wonderland #request #twst crack #gn reader #child reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst platonic #twst x reader #twst x yuu

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