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marinersubmariner · 1 year ago

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I finished Jedi Survivor, gotta blab about it!

SPOILER SPACE

BODE?!??!??!? I kept thinking he was gonna die, especially in the lead-up to the final Dagan fight—they gave him so many hallmarks of a tragic death that I never suspected a classic video game companion betrayal (one of my favorite things!!!)! So that twist threw me for a LOOP, not just the betrayal but then the reveal that HE WAS A JEDI TOO WHAAAATTTTTT!!??!?!?! Absolutely bananas.

It's funny because Dagan's death felt pretty anticlimactic, and I knew the game wasn't over yet so I was like… what else is there? And I still couldn't have anticipated how OH SHIT the "what else" part could be.

Because then it's PLAYABLE CERE!!!! Which was so fun because she felt SO powerful to play as, and the whole time I was reeling about the betrayal and why am I Cere now what the fuck what the fuck what the fuccckkkkk. And then as soon as the door opened on Vader I instantly got teary-eyed because I knew exactly how that was gonna end. Of COURSE you're out-of-left-field playing as Cere for her last stand. ;___; Of COURSE they couldn't include Vader just for the player to narrowly escape again. ;___; Cere wasn't even my favorite character and she felt so distant in this game, but having her death take place amidst the destruction of the archive that she'd been building that whole time, plus HER LAST WORD BEING "TRILLA," plus BEING MURDERED BY VADER EXACTLY LIKE TRILLA... way to make it as painful as it could possibly be!!!!!! I gotta say, not only do these games make Vader VERY scary, they also make me hate him more than ever. FUCK YOOOOUUU MURDER MACHINE

I am shocked they went all-in on Cal/Merrin just because… romance in Star Wars????? Since when??? Hahahahaaaa…….. I kid, I kid, we have fun. I love them. Although my main inclination in the first game was Cal/Trilla (it was immediately after TROS and the extreme Reylo of it got to me!!) and somewhere along the way I had gotten the impression that Merrin was a lesbian (or maybe that's just the default Nightsister vibe). But truly I consider everyone in SW to be bi/pan/ace/anything but fully straight, so honestly, whatever. Related side note: I was really pleasantly surprised by the directness about how many supporting characters here were gay!

I LOVED the first kiss followed by the totally bonkers portal-jumping battle, that was such cool teamwork. And the end of the game was sooooo saaaad but thankfully they both lived and so now I'm real emo about the orphan Jedi and the orphan witch and how far they've come since she tried to kill him. 😭

Backtracking a bit I REALLY enjoyed Dagan getting dumped out of the bacta tank, getting pissed off, and IMMEDIATELY bleeding his crystal. It was very ooooohhh SHIT dude making some major life decisions here!! So cool! So dramatic! Escalated so quickly! I'm pleased that I did end up enjoying Dagan a decent amount, because going into this I was annoyed by a) not liking Cody Fern's face and b) not liking the High Republic aesthetic.

Honestly I was very ready to dislike both Dagan and Bode because I was really not happy with the previews showing they added a bunch of dudes while hiding Merrin and Cere, and Trilla being dead…… blugh. But thankfully trailers are misleading and there was plenty of Merrin. (and her surprise entrance was THRILLLINNGGGG) And the dudes were alright and they wound up dead anyway. So! …Hm.

IT WAS SO SAD. I'M SO SAD. The "Ghost Star" lullaby was so pretty and haunting and it messed me up BAD, because of course I'm not just thinking of this game I'm thinking of all my dead Star Wars friends (and obvs one ghost in particular…….. sob). There are so many. Star Wars is littered with corpses. AND IT'S SO SAD.

Cal using the dark side was craazzzyyyyyy and when the first prompt for it came on screen I was like "uh oh!!!! I don't wanna." Wild how becoming more powerful in a video game can be so fun and so upsetting at the same time. I did actually die in the final fight with Bode because I refused to tap into the dark side when prompted, lol. I was like "maybe if I don't do it something different will happen!" Haha, nope! USE THE DARK SIDE OR DIE. Which is an interesting moral quandary for Star Wars, because if the dark side is always more powerful 100% of the time, and there are certain situations where it's either fight a dark side opponent or die… what does the Force really want you to do? Stick to the light side and be defeated? Is the ultimate end goal of the Force for everything to die and become one with it? AH JEEZ

Part of me expected Tanalorr to not work out in the end, because "magical top secret planet where we can hide and be safe forever" is obviously too good to be true. But I also think every pre-OT story is always having to find an out for why these characters weren't around for the OT, so in that sense of course Tanalorr had to work out! It's the perfect loophole for this time period! It just felt like every story beat was pointing to the dream of Tanalorr being too much of a corrupting influence—Dagan lost his arm, Santari, and then his life because he refused to let go, and then Bode did the same, and I thought it would come down to Cal also facing that dark path and being forced to give up the dream, like by having to choose between Merrin and Tanalorr. In Grail quests you always have to give up the Grail! But no, now they're really gonna live in the ethereal weird forbidden promised land. FEELS CREEPY BUT OKAY

On the one hand I do kind of wish there had been more planets to explore—it felt strange for the journey to be less expansive than Fallen Order. But there was still so much to do on Koboh and they had some cool locations in there nonetheless. I'm just greedy for ~*~galactic exploration~*~! Anyway they made up for it with the strong story, because I think the plot and character work in this one were even better than Fallen Order.

I'm not sure how to piece it all together but I liked the small late-game talk of Vader and the Inquisitorius acting outside of regular Imperial command, when you're undercover and you get the scoop that there's a rivalry with the ISB and that the Jedha attack that happened was not the Jedha attack that was planned. Empire/Sith infighting, Vader vs. Tarkin and Krennic, how does stifled ISB employee Dedra Meero fit into all this, hm hm hm much to think about. Bode was a former Jedi being used by the Empire but he wasn't an Inquisitor—it was the same thing in the end but the particular type of tragedy was different. Wizards in the Empire but the Empire hates wizards, which type of leash are they gonna put you on and who's actually holding the leash?

Fav saloon regulars: TURGLE, of course I knew everybody loved Turgle, what a goober, A+, amazing frog; Caij, because apparently it's a biological imperative that all Nautolans are cool as hell; best bartender Monk; and I particularly enjoyed all the conversations with Tulakt and Moran.

Of course I was thrilled when I first encountered Skoova, his little hover fishing schooner was the BEST. Just an absolutely stellar amount of funky alien dudes in this game.

The powerful heavy swings that the crossguard stance uses…… hehehehehehehehehe. Where did they get that idea I wonder!!!!!! The only thing is that I don't like how small and thin the High Republic-style quillons are, so the aesthetic isn't as satisfying and proportional as Kylo's saber. You gotta beef up those crossguards fellas!

I didn't know that there was an interim story to explain why Greez has a prosthetic arm now, so I was like "did I really forget THAT MUCH of Fallen Order?" Even I can't keep up with all these Star Wars! I liked Greez a lot in the first game (MY PLANT GUY!!!!) but I really loved him even more in this one—he seemed much softer than I remember with his devotion to Cal and their whole family unit. And his braided hair of course delighted me.

And speaking of delightful new hair: Merrin's haircut! I LOVE HER SO MUCH. They gave her so much great deadpan humor while also enhancing her emotional maturity, so not only is she still super cool she's also soft and nice when it's called for, and I'M SO GLAD SHE DIDN'T DIE.

Kata is extremely cute and I'm already dreading her looming apprenticeship and the long-term outcome of who makes it to the next generation. I'm always having to remind myself of the bigger picture that Cal is older than Luke. And I certainly can't handle the thought of old Cal or dead Cal, but when you add kids into the mix, that's where this is headed!!!!!!

I took so many goddamn screencaps I'm probably only gonna post a minuscule fraction of them, but there were so many good aesthetic things and fun details to look at. And honestly part of my excessive snapping away involved lofty notions of using things as fanart reference. I LOVED all the new hair and wardrobe options because I absolutely just used Cal for Ben Solo AU cosplay. 🤪😎🤩✌️💀 The windswept hair is so good!!!! I mean I mainly chose it to look like Ben but it also just looked really good on Cal, to the point where it's hard to see him with short hair anymore, although I really should try out some of the goofier looks. (so many facial hair options that I hate and look stupid on precious ginger babyface!!!)

I just get soooooo excited about being able to explore and take pictures inside a Star Wars thing, and play dress-up and pick hairstyles and decorate and do all that silly life sim stuff but in space! Games capture such a unique experience of discovering worldbuilding minutiae, and I love having the ability to just look at things and take in the environment at your own pace, it makes me so happy. Even the goofy LEGO game gave me that feeling. It's just so nice! I love wandering! Observing! Interacting! Running my little guys around! Having my own experience that can't be easily ruined by a shitty story!

It's made me reminisce about playable Kylo and Rey in Battlefront and how I wish you could combine them with the exploration/story/gameplay style of the Jedi games and the [nearest approximation of] post-canon Ben Solo of the LEGO game, and THAT would probably be my ideal Star War (outside of, you know, a new movie that checks off every single item on my impossible wish list hahahaaagdhagdsf). Dress them up and customize their lightsabers and their home base and their spaceship and give them a droid friend and a garden and take them on new adventures on new planets… The Dream 😭

I actually started ruminating on whether I can do screencap mashups of Battlefront character models in Survivor outfits/environments, because I can't do mods, I am just a simple photoshopper and console gamer, but I want to pretend!!!!!! The problem is I don’t really like the Battlefront faces because they all look dead in the eyes. :/ The idea I settled on is that I might do some straight-up redraws instead. (WE'LL SEE. But the fact that I'm even mentioning this should tell you how completely lost in the sauce I am.) I briefly went looking and of course people have made Ben Solo mods for Survivor, but what you really gotta do is graft Cal's customization options onto Bode's body type or else it doesn't look right. Y'KNOW?!?? Size… matters……… I'm so sorry Yoda

Anyway!!!!!! Excellent gaming experience despite being terrible at Jedi parkour! Now back to tending my garden, hunting down post-game Force echoes, and rearranging Cal's wardrobe

#star wars #jedi survivor #sw meta #time once again for another round of star wars word vomit #will i find a way to make it about benjamin organa solo? you bet!!#coincidentally posting this while the reylos are melting down on twitter 🙃 every day i am in pain

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gildead · 2 years ago

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a stranger lucifer asked:

hi this is luci and i'd like to hear abt ... 5, 17, 10 and 18!

Vetra's Hot Munday Takes

5. dash commentary

I think it's pretty safe to say at this point that I'm a huge fan of dash commentary? It's one of the most fun ways for me to get involved in whatever conversation or event's going on on the dashboard, and it's led to some of the funniest shenanigans I've ever been involved in. A good example from this blog was the time when Ben and Gold were cursing up a storm, and you only need to go back a few pages to see how everyone got involved in some way or another.

If you're having trouble getting interactions, dash commentary and responding to open dash commentary posts are a great way to get your muse involved in some wild stuff. Just make sure the other person's good with that, obviously.

10. anons

Believe it or not, I've only gotten... one anon hate message in my entire RP career? It was back when I played as Wolf-- somebody sent me a message telling Wolf to kill himself? I think it was directed to him? Either way, it was really out of pocket and I ended up having to take the anon to task OOC because I was not in a good place during that time.

In my experience, anon hate has been really uncommon and that's partially because people are learning how to IP block and make fun of people hiding behind anon to be assholes, which is a trend that I hope keeps on going.

I'm not holding out hope it's gone entirely-- hell, I know there's gonna come a day where someone didn't read Gold's giant warning page/rules closely enough and is gonna come on anon crying because they didn't know the creepypasta muse was gonna do creepypasta things. The least I can do is cover my own ass.

17. fanon interpretations

This is specifically gonna be a Fire Emblem-related take, so if you have no idea what I'm talking about feel free to skip on down to 18.

I REALLY have found myself getting irritated when people on Twitter put a ton of analysis and thought into the Black Eagles and Blue Lions, but when it comes time for the Golden Deer they immediately get brushed off as 'hehe funny meme house' without the same amount of effort getting put into them. It's starting to get to the point where it's not cute anymore, it's annoying and dismissive as hell to Golden Deer fans. I myself am a Black Eagles stan and I think we should be giving them equal time and effort.

There's actually a LOT you can say about the Golden Deer from an analytical standpoint. Here, we have a house where practically nobody save Claude and maaaybe Hilda have any loyalties or ties keeping them to the Alliance and will jump ship without provocation. Perhaps it's the culture of self-preservation and backstabbing propagated by the nobility, where you feel like you can't get close to anybody without them using you for their own gain. Only through the player's direct intervention can these guys grow past that and work to create an Alliance that's more willing to work together than be at each other's throats.

...but sure, tell us about how Claude's the funny upside-down meme man for the fifty-morbillionth time in a row, I'm sure that joke hasn't gotten stale in the slightest.

18. shipping

The RPC's over-reliance on shipping can be really alienating for people trying to roleplay different types of muses.

Like, for example, Gold's dead AND a very young teenager. Aside from a very select pinchful of characters who are also dead and young teenagers, he's basically going to be locked out from any muse looking to ship. Even then, most shipping memes/relationship prompts are SO NSFW/romance-based that there's very little room for anyone who wants to write any other kind of relationship.

And that's not even limited to Gold. I'm talking muses who are minors, muses who are older than the early-mid 20s demographic most characters are in the RPC, aro/ace muses, nonhuman muses... it can be very tough to navigate the RPC when a lot of people are looking for shipping and it's oversaturated.

I think it's worth noting that there are plenty of non-shipping related relationships that get overlooked but are just as valid and rife with plot ideas. Like... Luci, you know what I'm talking about. Looks at your Jeralt and my Shez.

also gold's shipping rule is mostly in terms of smut/overly charged shit. i'm fine with 'awkward teen's first relationship' fluff. didn't know where to say that so i'm just dropping that in here.

#OUTSIDE THE TOWER.#WONDER MAIL. asks.#UNOWN RADIO. memes.#FACELESS STRANGER. anon.#suicide mention tw #[[i love getting to express my thoughts like this thank you lucifer]]

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satans-my-spirit-animal · 2 years ago

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They get into a fist fight

Heartslabyul edition

I did these head cannons for fun so don't take them too seriously

Warning: sexual harassment and bullying mentioned(not by the main characters)

Riddle

So this already kinda happened in game but let's say this was a separate incident. Someone dared insult you in his presence and he wasn't gonna let that fly.

"You will apologize immediately or I will have to collar you!"

"You only collar people because you can't throw a punch." - Savanaclaw student

Riddle gets red in the face and nails him square in the jaw. Surprise works in his favor since he wasn't expecting it, causing him to stagger back a few steps.

However after that, let's be honest homeboy is getting roughed up. He has zero street skills.

Ace, Deuce and Trey come to help him and they ask why he didn't just collar the guy

Riddle gets embarrassed as Trey tends to his wounds (top tier mom friend) and says that he wanted to defend your honor without resorting to magic

Trey

So it'd take A LOT for Trey to get physical with someone. He is very even tempered and is the one to usually settle disagreements within the dorm. But he does have a breaking point and that point is reached when he notices another student constantly harassing you. The student makes lewd comments and even tries to touch you. Trey sees red and storms over.

Trey grabs the student roughly. "They said they're not interested. Leave. Now."

The other student shakes him off. "How about you mind your own business?!" And a fight ensues.

Trey actually kicks the guys ass, no magic needed. The other student is left to slink away in defeat.

Trey apologizes profusely and makes sure you're ok. "I'm sorry you had to see that y/n."

Cater

Like Trey, it would take a lot for Cater to get in a fight. He's a lover not a fighter and prefers to charm his way out situations. However he notices that a group of guys are bullying you and even smash your phone.

"Hey WTF is your problem?!" Cater runs to your defense and gets between you and the bullies. He uses his doubles to even the numbers.

The bullies aren't fazed by his doubles and continue their assault.

Cater and his doubles manage to fight them off, but just barely. However in the fight you do wack one of the bullies over the head with a large stick and are very proud of this. Teamwork makes the dream work. Cater looks a little rough at the end of it.

"you ok hon? Things got a little hairy there... We'll go get you a new phone tomorrow."

Ace

This situation literally happens in game so cannon that Ace will throw hands for you. Anyway let's not pretend like Ace doesn't get into some sort of fight at least once a week because he makes smart ass comments. But this time he overhears some other Heartslabyul students talking about you behind your back.

He immediately confronts them and tells them that they're wrong and that they should shut the hell up.

"who even invited you into this conversation? " And a straight up brawl breaks out in the Heartslabyul lounge.

Ace is a pretty good fighter and gets several good punches in before Riddle shows up and collars everyone.

When Ace tells him what started the fight Riddle lets him off lightly while the other students get slammed with triple chores.

Deuce

Like Ace it's pretty cannon that Deuce will fight for you. He is experienced in street fights and though he tries to avoid violence nowadays he still will jump into action if needed. Like when he sees a Savanaclaw student push you out of the lunch line.

He demands they apologize at once but when they refuse he flies off the handle and punches them in the mouth.

This starts a whole lunch room brawl which of course draws over Riddle.

Deuce actually holds his ground by himself pretty well due to past experience but he does feel slightly guilty that he didn't handle the situation better. Still the Savanaclaw student 100% deserved it.

After hearing the cause of the fight and seeing that Deuce is remorseful, Riddle lets him off lightly. Extra flamingo duty.

"I'm sorry I just can't stand to see you treated like that." Deuce says to you afterward

#twisted wonderland #heartslabyul #riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x reader #trey clover x reader #trey clover #cater diamond x reader #cater diamond #ace trappola x reader #ace trappola #deuce spade x reader #deuce spade #i apologize for caters but i suck writing him

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jester-lover · 2 years ago

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Hey, how's it going? I have been following your posts recently and I really enjoyed the writing! So I would like to ask you to write about a Morticia Addams!Reader (An elegant, motherly, masochistic, seductive and intelligent woman) with the Twst boys. Like, you could start with the first boys and so on.

But if you can't, I'll understand, you look like someone busy…

I’ll try to do this request as best as I can, but I will have to take out certain details that make me uncomfortable as a minor. This is still a request I want to do though! Thank you for asking.

First Years with a Morticia-like S/O

Fem! Reader, reader is confidence incarnate, short and sweet, insecurity, makeup (on reader and the boys)

Ace Trappola

He’s definitely soaking up all the attention

Your elegance is deeply intimidating to him, I mean, you’re both first years, but you seem to already have everything figured out

Dancing with him always ends in laughter

He definitely asks you for eyeliner advice, you always know the best makeup

He’s bringing more spontaneous fun into your life, while you bring peace and stability to his

Deuce Spade

This is the most nervous dude on earth

You often take his hands into your own and reassure him that he will always be a gentleman in your heart

His eyes light up whenever he sees you, and he immediately beelines to your direction

He’s always so shy with affection, always asking permission and keeping safe distance, it deeply amuses you

Deuce is definitely excited for the next formal event, as long as you’re going with him

Jack Howl

He’s probably the only one out of the guys not immediately intimidated, I mean, what could you possibly do?

That was until he saw you chopping the roses off of a bouquet, and telling him that you like the thorns, he’s still not intimidated, just curious

(He wonders if you’re fond of cacti)

Congrats! He’s yours and more shy than ever

You probably do his eyeliner, and he’s definitely gonna give you a lil kiss on the cheek

He’s completely in love, even if the two of you are polar opposites

(This is my favorite part)

Epel Felmier

Whoa

Vil was probably interested in you first, but as a model, introducing you to Epel

Epel marched over to you as quickly as he could

A girl!! To prove himself in front of!!

Thinks that his masculine charms will win you over

Makes a complete and utter fool of himself

You find him funny though, and he ends up getting your number

Epel will literally do anything to make you happy

Unpopular opinion, but Epel’s underlying confidence makes him the most compatible ‘Gomez’ to your ‘Morticia’

Epel opens himself up in a way that no one’s ever seen before, he dances the tango and foxtrot with you, a content smile on your faces

Sebek Zigvolt

OH NO!! A THREAT IS APPROACHING!!

A magicless human?? Enchanting everyone around her?? With her charm and wit??

He definitely doesn’t trust you, too powerful, too confident, too elegant, too beautiful-

Oh.

He has a whole revelation, man is stunned

The courting process must begin!

He probably gets you a Victorian era locket with a lock of his hair in it, you enjoy his macabre taste

He’s jumping up and down and running through the halls of Diasomnia when he gets a lock of your’s

Sebek is a rigid gentleman around you, hand in yours, respectful distance, and stern look

You open him up to a more casual affection, and he loves it more than anything

You two have built a relationship on a foundation of trust, and that gives you strength

Thank you for reading!! I’m so sorry for how long this took, I’m working on requests rapidly!

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shiemori-writes · 2 years ago

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If your still doing requests, How would Cater, Kalim, Malleus and Jamil be like when their s/o gifts them a portrait of themselves that s/o painted?

✰—" because every artist need's a muse!"

the prefect decides to gift their lovely s/o a portrait!! how will the boys react?

characs: cater, kalim, malleus and jamil <3

includes: sfw, fluff, pining, pre-established relationship, and ofc, gender neutral reader as per usual!

notes: this was pretty fun to write! thanks for the request nonnie~! (also yes thats malleus' username) (he was using speech to text and it was too late to change it khehehe)

♡︎CATER DIAMOND♡︎

Growing up, he never really wouldve thought he'd have someone..Let alone a partner, care for him like you do, and now after he's seen how you see him? Heh, he might as well have fallen for you all over again.

Sheeesh you got him feeling all mushy inside mc! youre gonna be the death of him, you're too cute you know that?

He's uncharacteristically careful, quiet even for a few moments, wide eyed as he observes the little strokes and splashes of color you added, whether it be the emerald green you carefully painted for his eyes, the lovely ginger locks you gingerly (heh) painted across the canvas, or even just his smile, not the smile that he put up with everyone but the smile that he puts with you.

Once he's done observing though, he'd smile, he'd smile real big at you, the type of smile that never failed to make your heart flutter

Thanks you by tackling you into a hug, peppering kisses all over your face despite your giggly protests

He definitely posts it on magicam bring all ooey-gooey

(yk those couple posts? Yeah)

heh, after all! he has such a lovely s/o and he absolutely wants to brag about it

If you hear ace gagging in the background ignore him smh (maidenless behaviour)

He has the painting in his room now, a silent reminder that you'll always be here for him, and he greatly appreciates it <3

"—Hey, (name)-san, thanks, alright? no really,- I-..I really appreciate this, kay? You made cay-cays heart melt y'know!! You're the most cutest sweetest s/o ever!!! Hehe!! I'll post this later but..For now, I'll reward you with my affection!!!"

☀︎︎KALIM AL-ASIM☀︎︎

You decided to give it to your sunshine of a boyfriend once you were both done with classes, casually showing him the portrait inside your locker wh- OH GOD IS HE CRYING??? KALIMM-

Bros literally SWOONING (rook who?)

HIS BEAUTIFUL, PRETTY, ELEGANT GORGEOUS, LOVE OF HIS LIFE, HIS OTHER HA- ok you get the point

HIS?!?! HIS S/O PAINTED HIM?!🥺🥺🥺🥺 BWKDJAJD (NAMEEEEE) HE LOVES YOU SO SO MUCH!!!

Literally squeels and scream like a little kid on christmas when you gave him the portrait, guy fell in love with you all over again please his hearts doing jumps and he feels all mushy and just <33 his,,, his pwetty s/o 👉👈 painted him🥺

Thanks you by giving you lots of kisses!!! literally smothers u in his affection and hugs the life out of you (FLOYD WH-)

He immediately hangs it on his bedroom wall, gushing about you to jamil (help him)

it definitely cheers him up in his bad days!!

Like he could be doing the most mundane things and randomly think about your portrait, and hes smiling all lovesick all over again

Seriously, at this point jamil's heavily considering into moving into a different dorm because all Kalim will talk about for the rest of the week or so is prefect this, prefect that, blegh dear sevens jamil is TIRED

But anyways, kalim loves it, and love you even mooreee!!! He also hosts a party in your honor (jamil stopped him from doing anything more grand)

(I love him so much omg)

"—AWW THANK YOU SO MUCH (NAMEE)!!! I LOVE IT!!! *SNIFF* YOU PAINTED ME SO WELL TOOOO!!!! I love love love you!!!! I'll make sure to hang this in my room hehe!! oh and by the way!! im hosting a party later for you!! eh? what do you mean its not necessary? Only the best for my dearest jewel!!!"

ꨄ︎MALLEUS DRACONIAꨄ︎

this man, oh my sevens where do I even start? He already praises the ground you walk on, so boy-oh-boy does this work wonders for him! (sebek crying in the background is normal)

You guys were at your normal hang outs, gazing at the stars as Malleus held you close, talking about whatever is on both of your minds when you realized the portrait you did for him!!

Literally mid way of you talking you stopped bc of that and just went like :O !!!

(Malleus found it ridiculously adorable, he wants to kiss u stupid rn)

Curious to what revelation you had just witnessed, he watched as you grab something from your bag carefully

"My my,? What's this child of man? Fufufu~ I was not aware you would be bold enough t—!!!"

His teasing remark was caught in his throat once he saw your bashful grin at the painting of what seems to be,,...him..?

You handed him the painting as he carefully examined it, the details of his features that you took great notice of, his eyes, his horns..

You cleared your throat and explained yourself when you saw noticed how quiet he was, cheeks flushed

Breaking him out of his reverie, he finally processed your explanation and flashed you the most sweetest, sincere smile that made your heart go crazy bc he was so cute rn oml

He quietly pulled you closer, engulfing you in the most gentle hug ever, treating you like fragile porcelain as he inhaled your scent, chuckling a response to your gracious gift

"—my my, child of- no, (name), for once you have me speechless...You truly are full of surprises arent you,? Well..Anyways, I sincerely thank you, dearest. Your affections have reached me and I hope you know I plan on returning them ten fold. I love you, (name)."

᯾JAMIL VIPER᯾

Its no secret that you and Jamil are busy people, after all he was the vice housewarden and you were a prefect

Regardless of your busy schedule, you would always reassure him that no matter how busy you two would get, you'd always be there for him, whether it be through sticky notes, or little cute texts to get him going, he would cherish them all, but..

all of that pailed in comparison to what you had just given him now

He stared at the painting you had given him in awe, wide eyed and cheek flushed as he stroked every detail of the piece, from his golden ornaments to his eyes..or the way his smile was painted, you never missed a single detail about him and..and..and god you were just so, so amazing

He's definitely quiet for a long time, but once he's out of his thoughts he immediately smiled, a small curve on his lips as his cheeks was painted with a lovely red, gazing at you with the most fondest look he's ever given.

Pulls you close to him as he mutters a quiet 'thank you', trailing kisses around your neck as he buries his flustered face in the crook of your neck, he loved you very much

He hung up the painting a little while after, admiring the little detail's you had painted on him.

"—ya hayati..Thank you..I really appreciate it," he mutters out, voice gentle as he trails a kiss on your forehead, chuckling at how flustered you were, too. "Love you.." He said, voice laced with fondness as he held you closer, feeling your warmth.

"-Say, (name), there's a feast later in Scarabia..Mind joining? I'll cook your favorite, alright?"

end notes: hi hi!! sorry this took so long nonnie </3 hope you like it!!! My favorite parts to write was definitely jamil lol! i think it showed but anyways, thanks for requesting!

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cebwrites · 2 years ago

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Haunted House Reactions (Yamato, Ace, Sabo)

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Yamato

He wants nothing but to impress you as your Certified™ Big Strong Boyfriend - but at the same time Yams is also a little bit of a chicken

Yamato’s stoked to be here and fascinated by all the decorations and attractions because he’s never had the freedom to really explore what common interests would be, so it makes him come off as a little naïve

He’s an overgrown, excited puppy that gets spooked and jumps almost as high as the ceiling, but he plays it off quite well (or at least he thinks he does, be nice to the poor baby)

Yams isn’t really the ‘cool, suave’ type anyway, so you find that endearing about him; it’s cute when he claims he’ll protect you from any monster that blocks your way but screams when something brushes against his arm

Another target that the interactive staff likes to antagonize, but with you there at the very least there’s someone to keep him level

If you ever got separated, you’d likely hear his sad little whimpers before anything else, you could just imagine his poor little ears pressed flat against his head already

If you show even a drop of distress or get spooked by something while separated, though, Yams is at your side in an instant - he’ll sniff you out like the big bad wolf in shining armor and cradle you near

He’ll treat you to snacks and a walk down the pier after, too

Ace

He’s smug and casual almost the whole way through, an arm around your shoulder while he points out how ‘cute’ the whole setup is, poking and prodding at decorations, putting on masks laying around to pretend scare you - even if you were nervous at first, Ace helps you relax with his antics

Ace is the ideal ‘calm, cool’ boyfriend on paper, if you ignore his regular traits and only focus on him here, he’ll crack jokes to ease your nervousness and halfway through you even find yourself laughing, entirely forgetting what you were so scared of in the first place

His hubris will be his downfall, though

Three quarters of the way through, when you’re comfortable enough to split away from Ace to explore the house a little more on your own, you hear a blood-curdling shriek and, peering into the hallway, you see your “lax, chill” boyfriend sprint pass you to immediately fumble with the lock on a door while someone in a monster costume lagged behind him

Ace was too panicked to open it properly and, having made eye contact with the “ghoul” beside you, helped him with the lock; monster guy gestured to the way out to you both once it was open and Ace looked like all his flabbers had been ghasted before he started running again, this time with you in tow

You wouldn’t let him live it down for at least a week afterwards, at which Ace could only pout, huff, attempt to tease you in return for something else, and then have it dissolve into a kissy battle as usual while the both of you attempted to tickle each other

Sabo

Sabo isn’t afraid of haunted houses, haunted houses are afraid of him - or at least, the staff is

Bobo’s the insufferable kind of person that comes to haunted houses to cause problems on purpose; it’s almost entirely down to the fact that he never intends to go but always gets dragged along anyway by Ace, Luffy, or Koala, so he decides to have fun on his own terms

By being an absolute menace

He never jumps at any of the scares, if an actor runs up to him in an attempted spook he’ll just politely shake their hand and be on his way

Going to a haunted house with Sabo almost makes everything less scary by proxy because of how he reacts to things, which is fine, but makes the experience kind of less fun, too? I mean what’s the point of going if you’re not gonna be scared, Ace would say, immediately getting into a slappy fight with Bobo after

Sabo holds your hand throughout the tour and keeps everyone else in line so they don’t go over whatever “schedule” he’s made up in his brain for how long it should take to make it out of here

Maybe on occasion he’ll be up for exploring things in further detail, but that also definitely means he’s fucking with the staff too, and those poor teenagers aren’t getting paid 10$ an hour to deal with your boyfriend’s petty nonsense

Bonus: If the three of them had to go into a haunted house together, Yamato and Ace would cling against Sabo for dear life and Bobo would be this 🤏 close to committing murder for it.

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idiasdiscordkitten · 2 years ago

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Thinking of a Spooky Request, how about the first years visiting the Perfect at the Ramshackle Dorm one night and experiencing some scary paranormal things happening, only to find out that the Prefect has a Demonic Spirit that has gotten attached to them and now haunts the dorm?

sorry this one took so long! i think that a short baby fic would suit this one better than headcanons, but fics take longer for me to write, so i hope you don't mind! i really like this idea. i maaaay have misinterpreted the demonic spirit part, but i did what i could!

the first years visiting the prefect at ramshackle dorm, but it's basically a haunted house

“You guys hear that?”

They had only been at the dorm for maybe 10 minutes, but things were off the second they stepped through the doorway.

“It’s probably nothing,” Ace said, shrugging off Deuce’s fears. “Prefect’s probably asleep or something. It’s fine.”

Epel shook his head. “But we were invited to come here. They’d never just fall asleep immediately after sending out a group text.”

“Agreed.” Sebek folded his arms and stood tall, despite the shakiness of his breath. “That’s something Silver would do. Just thinking of someone like that as a housewarden gives me chills!”

None of this shook Deuce, who was certain something was wrong. “We won’t get in trouble for using our pens as flashlights, right?”

“No, I don’t think so,” Jack replied. He went ahead and used magic to light up the pen. “If something’s actually wrong, it’s better to make sure all’s well.”

The sound from before had repeated: a set of running footsteps. It sounded like there had to have been at least two or three people running.

“PREFECT?” Sebek broke out into a run, desperate to find the source. A weak human like the Prefect could never fight off...whatever could be after them. He made his way up the stairs, to the Prefect’s room, while the others remained in the lounge.

“Guys, relax!” Ace smirked. “It’s nothing! You guys keep forgetting that ghosts live here, too.”

“Oh, right, sorry,” Epel turned to Ace and sarcastically added, “Ghosts wear shoes, after all, so it makes sense they’d be running up and down the halls together. Real shoes, from the realm of the living. For their real feet.”

Jack sighed and leaned against a wall. Knowing the Prefect, the most likely problem is that Crowley summoned them for some menial task again. Ace was being a dick about things, as usual, but was probably right: it probably was just the ghosts playing tricks and having fun.

“Let’s just calm down for a sec--”

Suddenly, there was a bright flash of light in the room. It was as if lightning had struck, but...indoors?

“AAH!” Epel jumped and broke off into a run of his own, down the hallway. Jack called after him and followed, leaving Ace and Deuce alone in Ramshackle Dorm’s lounge.

Deuce gripped his magical pen tightly, the light pouring out of it shaking along with his arm. “So, explain that one?”

Ace laughed, nerves starting to show through the unstable pitch of his voice. “Weird.”

“That’s all you have to say? Weird?” Deuce shut his eyes tight. “Something’s wrong here.”

“I guess...” Ace hated to be wrong here, but he had to admit it. “I guess it is a little weird that we haven’t actually seen any of the ghosts.” He raised his voice and asked the air, “Where are you, ghosts?”

No reply.

“There’s no way it’s just upperclassmen, right?”

“Nah,” the redhead replied. “If it is, then they’re dicks. Massive dicks. What’s the occasion?

Deuce nodded. Something has to be wrong here. And actually... Why haven’t the others come back? Sebek’s been gone for a while now.

“We should check on Sebek.”

“Why? He’s irritating as hell.”

“What if something happened?” Deuce swallowed his fear and announced, “I’m going to the Prefect’s room.

Ace scoffed nervously. “What, and you’re gonna just leave me here? No. I’m coming with.”

“I thought you said it was nothing to worry about.”

“It’s not!” Ace huffed. “Come on. You really expect me to just sit on the couch and wait for everyone to come back, like a mom waiting for her kids to come home from a party after curfew?”

Deuce laughed. “Sounds like something the housewarden would do.”

“Oh, no. Can’t call Riddle a mom, he’ll bawl his head off again. Let’s just get going.”

A freezing gust of wind caused the boys to shudder, along with an eerie howl. They leave it behind as they head towards the stairs...

What they find in the Prefect’s room shocks them to their core.

The prefect, levitating, has a black aura surrounding them. This isn’t like an overblot--no, something about this is more...ominous in nature. And standing there, mouth agape, was Sebek, wide-eyed and shaking in his boots.

“Leave this place,” the Prefect hissed. Their mouth moved, but the voice that came out was not theirs. “Do not return to my domain, lest you be haunted for eternity.”

Deuce screamed. Without thinking, one foot placed itself in front of the other, and he nearly tripped down the stairs. “WE’RE LEAVING!” he cried. As Ace grabbed Sebek by the jacket and dragged him along, Epel and Jack re-emerged, confused.

“Did something--”

“THEY’RE DEAD!”

“They’re not dead--”

“WE HAVE TO GO!”

The fact that Sebek hadn’t uttered a word was reason enough to leave. The first years were not sure what had happened to the Prefect, but they were certain that they would not be returning any time soon.

#twst #twisted wonderland #ace #jack #epel #sebek #ace trappola #deuce #deuce spade #jack howl #epel felmier #sebek zigvolt #twisted wonderland fic #twst first years #twisted wonderland first years

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riacte · 3 years ago

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Anatomy of a typical False-Ren team MCC:

Rendog mic problems

They somehow end up standing next to each other when talking to their chats unmuted

Ren looks down for 2 secs and False immediately comments that he “looks sad” (Ren’s probably doing the zoom in into his face for his viewers or singing Bohemian Rhapsody)

Light conversation about the weather, food, drinks (just British things)

“We did practice… a bit 👉👈”

Casual remark about how they one time they really practiced was “with HBomb” (aka MCC9)

False goes around roasting / commenting on skins

Ren, about anything: It’s cute, but it’s wrong!!

They meet up with the rest of the team, then Ren usually sets some goal of “let’s have have fun, my dudes!” and “#NotLast”

There’s a 50/50 chance that when confronted with game selection, Ren will go “well last time Falsie and I did….” (He usually uses experience from last MCC and quite often it’s a MCC with False until now lol)

“Let’s get Parkour Tag out of the way”

False always gets buggy in PkT / HulkSymmetry moment

Ren, literally after every single game: Now that one of our weakest games are out of the way—

Rendog HITW rage keyboard smashing

False makes a noise of despair at TGTTOS

Obligatory Fruityloops mention at TGTTOS

Actually they mention Fruit and H like seven times each throughout the entire MCC. And the other S tiers that they’re friends.

Blue9 reference

Declaring war on the other hermit team but can and will throw for them

Bantering during Ace Race / being super gleeful when they pass by each other

False after every game: I messed up :( if only the bug wasn’t there and I didn’t miss that jump—

Ren trying to boost morale constantly

Break time!

They either get really excited about the new MCC lobby decorations or go into serious, in-depth, thoughtful discussions of PkT / PkW and the competitiveness of MCC

Or False finds somewhere cool to chill and Ren goes “:D where are you?” and she goes “>.> how DARE you follow me??”

Or Ren accidentally unmutes for the entire break and none of the team members know how to cut in when Ren’s thanking bits and donos

In which False is just gonna let Ren unintentionally entertain her chat while she leaves for a bit lol

False roasts Ren but also gets 😠🥺 when he jumps in lava and dies in Battle Box

It’s extremely funny how every time False reminds Ren of an enemy about to catch him, he pauses and subsequently gets killed. Like no Ren, just run.

False girlbossing the team in Sky Battle while Ren fumbles with the spawn iron blocks

We do not talk about modern SG (Lime14 flashbacks)

At this point everyone’s a bit tired and they don’t talk as much, but Ren occasionally brings up False so she has to butt in to correct him

Ren gets the order terribly wrong in Build Mart but the extra blocks he got are somehow useful bc of Rendog Plot Armour

SoT goes something like this:

Ren: [minding his own business as sandkeeper, oblivious]

False, rushing towards mid with sand: RererereREN—

Thinking about the time False died and Ren didn’t know how to revive her and she was literally like “you dummy!!!”

For some reason cranberry / prune juice is brought up as a passing remark

Ren Dodgebolt commentary and False’s like “yeah I don’t even need to say anything”

False makes one (1) sassy remark about the state of MCC Reddit

“Well my dudes, I had a lot of fun this time!” <- Ren every time

False goes down to the winner’s hall and stands between her two wins proudly

The fans are happy :)

#mcc #ria.txt #ueueueueueueueueu #mcc really brought this duo to mainstream attention

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peterparkers-bad-youtube-apology · 4 years ago

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63 and 66 with richkid!tom?

Alright guys, here's the first post for the Summer of Love, I hope everyone enjoys! Remember I'm accepting requests until the end of summer so be sure to keep sending them in! Love you guys xx

Making it Worse

63 - “We are not cuddling until the AC is fixed.”

66 - “Do you look this good every morning?”

Pairing: Rich Kid! Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: The AC goes out, Tom thinks he can fix it himself

Masterlist

Summer of Love

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(y/n) groaned as she woke up, kicking the sheets off her burning body, hoping the cold air would bring her back to a comfortable temperature. Only the air wasn’t nearly as cold as she’d hoped and didn’t really provide her with any relief at all. Tom was woken up by her stirring, an affectionate smile coming to his lips as he kissed her shoulder.

“Goodmorning,” he hummed.

“It’s so fucking hot,” she groaned, “Can you turn the fan on?”

“Alright but it’s gonna cost you,” he smirked, kissing her nose as he pushed himself out of bed. He flicked the ceiling fan on and opened the door, hoping the air flow would cool them off even faster, “There, it should start cooling off now.”

“Thank god,” she sighed, throwing her arm over her eyes dramatically, “I’m about to melt.”

He sat at her feet with a smile, “It’s really not that bad princess, you can take your clothes off if you’re too warm.”

“I know you’re just saying that to be a perve but it’s a good idea,” she sat up, pulling off his shirt and tossing it to the ground before she fell back onto the mattress.

“You come into my home, complaining constantly, tossing my designer clothes to the ground,” he scolded as he straddled her hips, “It’s quite rude you know?”

“I do that almost every night and you keep inviting me back.”

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” he sighed, setting his hands on her bare stomach,

“You'd think I'd know the answer to that by now,” she smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck.

He smiled, running a hand up her side before pressing his lips to hers. A giggle escaped her lips as her hands tangled in his hair, pulling his body in closer to hers. His hand moved upward, only to be stopped at her rib cage.

“Something wrong princess?” he smirked, tugging her bottom lip between his teeth.

She nodded, “Yeah, it's just hot. Maybe we could crank the AC until it gets cooled off?”

“Alright princess, I got it,” he teased, giving her one final kiss before ducking out of the room.

Tom found the thermometer in the hallway, which told him the AC was on, but the temperature was reading much higher than it should. With a frown he lowered the temperature and returned to the bedroom.

“I turned up the AC,” he hummed, plopping back down beside her.

“Are you sure? It doesn’t sound like it’s on…” (y/n) stood on the bed, raising her hand towards the vent above them, “I don’t feel any air.”

He frowned and stood, raising his own hand to see if he could feel anything, “I don’t feel anything either…”

“Fuck,” she groaned, “You need to call someone.”

He rolled his eyes, “I do not, look, why don’t you go take a nice cool shower and I’ll figure out what’s wrong okay? I promise it will be nice and cool by the time you’re done.”

“Okay…” she pursed her lips, “But if it’s not back on by the time I get out of the shower you’re calling someone.”

“It’ll be back on, don’t worry,” he pressed a kiss to her cheek, “In fact I’m sure I’ll be joining you in the shower in just a couple of minutes.”

“Alright, whatever you say Tommy.”

(y/n) took her time in the shower, only to be disappointed when Tom never came to join her. Eventually she had to exit the shower, and immediately was struck with the hot air she had been dreading. Tom sat on the edge of their bed, on the phone with who she hoped was some sort of repairman.

“Right, right, thank you, yeah, you too,” he hung up with a sigh, “Someone is coming to look at the ac.”

“Couldn’t fix it yourself huh?” she teased as she dug through the dresser for any clothes that might help her keep cool.

“I thought it would be best left to the professionals,” his arms wrapped around her waist, his head resting on her shoulder, “They’ll be here in an hour so we won’t have to suffer for long.”

“Thank god, can you let me get dressed now?”

“Why get dressed? You’ll stay cooler with nothing on.”

“In your dreams,” she poked his nose as she began pulling on her clothes, instantly he had his arms around her again, only to be pushed back away.

“Ah, I won’t be cheeky,” he promised as he reached for her again, “Come give me some love.”

“No way, it’s too hot,” she shook her head, “I’m gonna go lay in front of the fan and you’re going to keep your hands to yourself.”

“I’ll lay with you, we can put on a movie while we wait,” he followed behind her as she moved to the living room, “I’m not trying to be cheeky love, I’ll keep it PG.”

she declared as she fell onto the couch, pointing to the opposite end of the sectional, “You stay in your bubble over there.”

He glared at her and let out an annoyed huff, “Fine, you stay in here with the fan, I’ll go fix the AC.”

“Tom you already tried, you shouldn’t keep messing with it.”

“You said we can’t cuddle until the AC is fixed, I want to cuddle now, so I’m going to fix the AC now,” he pressed a kiss to her cheek, “I will be right back.”

“Okay…”

She watched him disappear out the back door, just hoping he wouldn’t make the situation any worse. Tom’s privileged upbringing hadn’t led him to being very handy, so she had a hard time believing he’d have any chance at fixing the unit. Her jaw nearly hit the floor when she heard the vents coming buzzing back to life. She jumped from her seat on the couch, running under the vent in hopes of being blasted by the cold air.

“Oh shit,” she swore as the back door slid open.

“I did it,” Tom beaned proudly, “I think I’ve earned a kiss at the very least.”

She pursed her lips, hating to burst his bubble, “Tom it’s blowing hot air.”

His face fell instantly, “What?”

“Come over here, there’s hot air blowing out of the vents.”

“Oh no,” he groaned and dragged himself across the room, “W-Well maybe it’ll cool down after a second.”

“I think we should just turn it off.”

“I don’t know how to do that,” he blushed, “I’ll go look at it again…”

“No, no, no, you aren’t touching anything else.”

With the hot air blowing constantly the inside of the house quickly became too hot for the couple, leaving them to hide out on the couch until the repairmen arrived.

“How long?” (y/n) fanned her face as Tom returned to the balcony, two glasses of lemonade in hand, “Please tell me they’re almost done.”

“They said it’ll be a few days.”

“Days?!”

He nodded, “Yeah, they said they’ll have to special order a couple parts, but they’ve got the hot air to stop blowing at least.”

“Tom, we can’t live like this,” she groaned, “I’ll die, I will literally melt.”

“I’m not gonna make you stay in the heat princess, we’ll go stay in a hotel for a few days alright?” he assured, pressing a kiss to her forehead, “Come help me pack up, it’ll be fun.”

She dragged herself off the patio and back into the house, “At least they got the hot air to stop blowing.”

He nodded, his cheeks dusting pink in remembrance, “Yeah, they uh, said we actually made it a lot worse, it probably would have been just a little repair if we had just left it alone.”

“We? That was all you babe,” she teased, wrapping her arms around his neck with a smirk, “You’re not really much of a handyman.”

“It was both of us, I wouldn’t have kept messing with it if you hadn’t refused to cuddle with me.”

“Don’t turn this around on me just because you had a temper tantrum,” she teased before stepping away.

“Oh I’m so sorry I tried to show you my love and affection,” he rolled his eyes as he pulled their suitcases from the closet, “I’ll keep it to myself in the future.”

“You’re such a diva,” she laughed, “I’ll make it up to you alright? We can go to the hotel and order a bunch of room service and cuddle for the rest of the day. How does that sound?”

“I’ll tell you what princess,” he grabbed her by the waist pulling her flush to him with a smirk, “You throw in dessert and you’ve got a deal.”

Her lips drew to a smile as she pressed her lips to his, “Deal.”

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bottledemotion · 3 years ago

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First and Last Thought

- pairing: Ace Trappola X g.n Reader

- 7,6k+ words; Rated T

- warning/s: excessive use of language, implied/referenced bullying, Ace being a little sht.

- A.N: Did I just wrote a 7k+ word oneshot about my passive aggressive love to Ace? Yes, yes I am.

Your first thought to Ace Trappola, is what most people first think of when they first meet him.

An asshole.

At first, he looked like a pretty nice kid. The way he stood and talked to you and Grim when you first met him, you can tell he's one of the kids who's a carefree yet chill person that many can get along with.

Until he decided to say something that contradicts to your thoughts about him.

First impressions are important. This will be the first thing people will immediately take notice of you and it'll be part of your identity that will haunt you forever in the place you made an impression off, no matter how good or bad those are. First impressions have a long-lasting impact on everyone, so everyone is careful when giving their first impression, be it to someplace or to someone. So for him to do and say that to you just to have shit and giggles all to himself and make fun and insult the source of his "entertainment" along the way, make your first impression of him take a 180-degree turn.

From a carefree, kind person, turned into an A-class jerk.

Your mouth stays hanging open as you watch him chuckle at both of your reactions to what he just did. You can feel Grim's fur rise and puff under your (S/c) fingertips along with his slow change of stance like he's ready to pounce at him with a claw ready to be scratched on his face.

You tighten your grip on him, but that didn't help both of your cases to what Ace said next.

"Unlike you two, I actually have classes to attend. Keep this school squeaky clean, you two~"

You silently hope those words won't snap Grim's self-control.

"This jerk!" You heard Grim hissed.

You spoke too soon.

"He's just gonna say that and leave! I'm ticked off!" Grim said as he jumped off to your hold and ran straight to Ace who's walking away.

You heard him take a deep breath, and with an exhale, everything fell out of place.

Because of what Ace did, chaos ensued.

You stay in your place as you watch Grim put the streets on fire. You silently hope those fire hurt Ace, just for a tiny bit.

Through the chaos, another one took place.

"Aaaaaah! Crap! The Queen of Hearts' statue is charred!"

You sigh and rub both sides of your temple to soothe the migrating headaches just by being alone with these two.

From one chaos to another, it attracts another one because apparently, the world loves to make you suffer.

"As punishment, I order the three of you to wash 100 windows around campus!" The Headmaster, Dire Crowley, announces to you, Grim and Ace, after tying up both idiots Ace and Grim from his kinky weapon 'lash of love', gaining three of your attention.

You're not even shocked by the punishment given to the three of you, though you thought the punishment that will be given to you three will be harsher than the latter. You've been through worse, so cleaning 100 windows is far away from the “worse shits you experience from your entire life”. This punishment is basically doing manual labor like you always do from your world, so this will be a piece of cake for you.

But for the others...

"Nyaaa!?" "Eeeh!?" Both idiots exclaim at the same time.

"It's all cause this joker was making fun of us!" Grim added while pointing his paw to Ace tied up next to him, accusing the man who started it all.

"Me too?" Ace also adds while looking at Crowley with wide eyes.

"Most definitely!" Crowley confirmed. "After school, meet in the cafeteria. Understood?"

You reap what you sow, bitch.

You heard Ace sigh in defeat. "Fiiine..."

Serves him right. You thought with a smug tone. You hid your grin behind your (S/c) hand as you watched both of them wallow in misery.

Overall, your first thought about Ace Trappola? Yep, he's an asshole.

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You're at your fucking limit.

Instead of cleaning the 100 windows as a form of punishment and finally go home to take a nice long-deserved bath and sleep, you get roped to a new chaos.

But hey, you met someone that helped you capture Ace after trying to ditch punishment like a bitch he is. He used a cauldron, out of all objects or ways he can think through, to capture him and you never felt so satisfying as you watch the cauldron fall down to his head and squish him like an annoying ant he is.

It was beautiful, it was breathtaking to watch it all happen to your (E/c) eyes. You love the show and have mad respect for the guy who helped you and Grim.

He introduced himself. Deuce Spade, the name fits because of the spade located beside his right eye. He's kind and has the looks like he had the same mentality and brain cells as yours, so you really hope to God or whatever the "Seven" you keep hearing others say when they're in your position that he won't do something stupid that will change your opinion about him.

Once again, you spoke too soon when you watch the chandelier fell down in front of you and Deuce, reminds you of the musical film 'Phantom of the Opera' you watch on one of the illegal websites ever since it came out since you don't have any money to buy tickets and watch it on the movie theater.

It's a great show, but that's not what you need to worry about right now. You just watch a chandelier fall down in front of the both of you while Grim and Ace are on top of it. The cause of its fall? Deuce threw Ace there just to get Grim. There goes of knowing someone who's sane like you, then again, do you even have the right to say those?

You sometimes wonder how both of them manage to survive from the fall and so does to the both of you when you and Deuce are literally near to where the chandelier falls. There's abound that the materials attached to the chandelier will separate itself from the object and spread itself to the area around them due to the impact between the chandelier and the ground, so there's a bound that someone will get injured, yet, all of you miraculously came out unharmed.

You sometimes wonder if you should've gained an injury there so you have an excuse to leave the place and finally rest, but you know how the world is to you, you can even hear the world whisper something to you.

Join the suffering.

So you get roped to bringing a magic crystal to the Headmaster located on the Dwarfs' Mine so all of you can still stay at the school, not like Crowley can toss you out since you have nowhere else to go. If he ever did, let's see if his ego still exists when you ask him what happened to his 'graciousness' that he keeps mentioning every single time he did something good like he's trying to justify as to why he's doing those things.

But another instance occurred when ghosts had been haunting the place because it was apparently abandoned for a very long time. There's also this big monster that looks like a miner because of the pickax it holds and wields like a weapon, its face looks like it's made of glass base on the cracks it had, and oh my god is that ink running down to its face and body?

Well, whether it is ink or not, it started chasing after you and the others, so you have no time to deduce if it's ink or not.

Which leads you all here.

"Stuff you're good at, you can go off instinct."

Once again, you rub both of your temples as Deuce made a rebuttal to what Ace said. You silently decide to add medicines to lessen headaches as "one of the important things to buy once you earn cash". You can hear Ace, Deuce, and Grim screaming in the background as you try to calm your nerves, so you can think of a plan on how they can make it through this challenge and survive the day.

So you can go back to the stone mattress that you call bed and cast this all aside, for now.

"However, judging by the chandelier incident, you're a complete idiot." You heard Ace say to Deuce which made him sputter. "You couldn't land a single hit earlier, but now you'll 'figure it out'? It's going to end the same."

A helpful opinion, that you won't admit it to his face but he's edging him to snap instead of helping him to correct himself. You're this close to snapping at the three of them now.

You can already feel Deuce pop a veil from what Ace said, which stands you corrected when you heard him grit his teeth, loudly.

"Come again!?" You heard Deuce sneer which didn't help the growing migraines one bit. "You think..."

"Here they go again.." You heard Grim mutter.

Like you said before this all happened, you're at your fucking limit. And this situation is not helping you one bit.

So you can't blame yourself that you finally snap at them.

"Will you two knock it off!!"

Your outburst causes the three to jump on their stance -which was kind of funny to watch- before turning their attention to you.

"Waah! Why are you shouting all of the sudden?" Grim asks, voice and face are full of alarm.

Now with their attention on you, you finally gave them some piece of your mind. Sure they're kind of harsh, but they really need to hear those. What Ace said not too long ago from Deuce made you realize that you also need to wake them up, not just Deuce but also him and Grim. As mean as he said those, he's kind of right, and as rude and had no filter those mouth of his, those are actually important and needed to be used most of all in a situation like this. You definitely won't admit that you just complimented his blunt tongue to him even if you're six feet underground.

Though, when you told them that you all should work together because of the strategy you come up with out of whim, why are they looking at you like you just lost your goddamn mind? Does the definition of 'teamwork' does not exist in this world?

What a load of self-centered pricks then. What's the point of even going to school?

But hey, at least they reluctantly agree to work together and listen to your plan.

"You... really think it'll go as planned? I'm sca... no, just nervous." You heard Grim say, pretty sure trying to reassure himself more than doubting your plan.

"Better than nothing." Your simple reply.

"You're too stiff." Ace points out to Grim with a chuckle. "Just go with the flow." He tried to advice.

"So let's get this over with!"

And you never agree to Ace's last words so fast as the three of you start making your way back to the mine with a strategy in each mind.

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"Eh!? You really went to Dwarfs' Mine to find a magic crystal?" Crowley asks them, voice astonished.

A moment of silence passes by them. Till hell breaks lose.

"Eeeh!?" The loud trio exclaimed.

Meanwhile, you facepalm after many attempts of not doing so in front of them.

Apparently the Headmaster didn't expect them to really go that far to go the Dwarfs' Mine and try to get the magic crystal, he even prepared paperwork for their expulsion. This explanation leads to another one when Grim mentions about the 'crazy beast' they were fighting off not too long ago. The entire explanation took so long that they manage to reach the end of it when they step foot to the Headmaster's office.

"A mysterious monster living in the coal mine. The four of you worked together to defeat it and bring back a magic crystal?" Crowley overall summarizes your explanation with a chuckle, like what he just heard is a joke.

"Basically." You answer with a half shrug.

Meanwhile, the trio tries to deny the 'teamwork" they just pulled as their reply.

But those denials they made fell on deaf ears and the Headmaster's sudden outburst of tears are the proof of it.

"In all these years that I've been Headmaster..." He sniffs. "For the day to come that students from Night Raven College go hand-in-hand to face and defeat their enemy!" He continues with a sob.

"What!? I did not hold this guy's hand!" Deuce immediately rebut and took a step back like that personally hit him with a disgusted look.

"I would never do that, gross!" Ace agrees with a face scrunched up like Deuce.

"Why the fuck are you both talking like holding hands is some sort of kinky shit?!"

"Language child!" Crowley exclaimed with glowing golden eyes(?) narrowed to your way.

You dryly swallow while you raise both of your hands as a sign of defeat.

After he nags at you for cursing out loud, he starts rambling some random bullshit that you have a talent of some kind of beat tamer that the school desperately needs right now because of its students who are mostly prideful, egotistic, self-centered, and selfish bastards, which you can't help but agree to every insult he spouts about his students because really, he's right. You already saw those traits just from the three idiots alone, so you're not even shocked and surprised if the entire students of this school are also like that.

And with that thought, this is where Crowley decided to drop a bomb, by letting you and Grim enroll in his school as one student. You didn't expect this sudden level up, nor the change in occupation, but with the way Grim looks so happy at the news, you can't help but just go along with it.

Though, you didn't expect another responsibility to be placed on your shoulder when Ace and Deuce decided to open their fucking mouth.

"Aha! Look at you." Ace said as he placed one of his elbows to your shoulder as he leaned his weight to you as a support. "School's just started, and you're already a supervisor?" He added with a cheeky smile sent to your way.

"I see. There's only the two of you in your dorm after all..." Deuce mutters. "So if you've been entrusted with supervising Grim, that makes you a supervisor."

Ace huffs "Isn't that unheard of?" He asks, which, jeez, thanks for the confidence.

"For there to be a supervisor student who is unable to use magic." He continues but mutters the last words, suddenly deep in thought.

Ace slowly hums and soon raises his head to nod to your way, cheeky smile is still there but softens a bit.

It shocks you, to say the least.

"Nice! It's cool! A supervisor student who is unable to use magic!"

You slowly blink. You didn't expect him to say that. You didn't expect him to say anything good about you at all. You expected him to throw a fuss about you getting an easy way into the school despite having no magic. So really, you didn't expect him, a jerk self-centered bastard, to compliment you.

For him to say that maybe his view of you changed ever since you three went to the mine.

or maybe the Headmaster's idea is actually a good one after all?

"I'm not sure about this..." You mutter with a pout.

Ace laughs at your misery like a jerk he is "Good luck, Supervisor!" He tries to encourages you with a closed eye smile sent your way.

Your eyes widen.

With one of his elbows still placed to one of your shoulders, you now realize the distance between you both is smaller than you thought for it toes the line of the distance that 'acquaintances' must not have. You also realize you get to see his face up close and personal.

And what you saw and realized made your heart stop beating for a second.

It's a weird feeling, this is the first time you ever felt this. Normally, people who go to your personal space as they own it make you wanna die internally which makes you immediately take a step back, but here, you don't mind the sudden invasion of personal space he did.

Maybe it's the lack of sleep that makes you like this or your sudden agreement that yeah, he kinda does have a cute face for someone who's a cheeky bastard to them not too long ago, but whatever it is, that moment, it kind of felt.....intimate, to say at least.

But of course, the moment had to be ruined by the Headmaster when he decided to give you another duty like being a Prefect to the old dorm and a new student is not enough to make you suffer.

but you wonder, if his views about you change, maybe your views about him can change as well

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You spoke too soon.

"Okay.." you start off with a sigh as you let your weight drop to the clean and fixed sofa that you and the ghosts manage to salvage.

"What did you do this time?" You continue with a glare straight to Ace who's sitting cross-legged on the floor while busy looking everywhere except you.

You sigh again while you rub both sides of your temples, feeling headaches forming already just by seeing him sitting on the floor with a nervous look and what looks like a collar wrapped around his neck. You turn your attention to the hanging clock that you miraculously found working in the dorm to see its three in the morning, which means you got four hours of sleep so far, and it's still not enough after what you've dealt with not too long ago.

You wonder who's fault is that as you bring your attention back to Ace.

"Ace." You call his name with a tone of obvious doubt and disappointment.

Ace immediately looks back at you with a glare that soon changes when his eyebrows knit together.

You raise an eyebrow, why is he looking at you like he's worried? It's creeping you out.

"Nyeh?! What happened to your voice henchman?" You heard Grim's voice vibrate to the lounge which you might add, making your ears hurt.

You slowly blink. Huh, now that you think about it, you haven't drunk any water at all. After yesterday's events, your body immediately screams sleep as soon as you come back home, not caring to do any other necessities that humans must do before going to sleep. You remember you're on the verge of passing out once you made it to the bedroom before everything went to black.

Maybe you did pass out there. You woke up on the floor and not on the bed like you hope to.

"Here."

Your train of thought vanishes when you see a glass cup full of water dangling to your face. You slowly raise your (S/c) hands and gently grab the item in front of you. Your palms felt the sudden cold the cup has, but that didn't stop the warmth spreading within you when you turned your attention away to the glass and face the person who gave those which appeared to be Ace.

You watch him a scratch behind his head while avoiding your gaze with a slight pout. "Your too busy doing some monologue shit in your mind so I took the liberty to get one for you. Don't want you dyin' already when you haven't help me with these yet." He said while pointing his other hand to the collar wrap around his neck.

You watch him turn his head further away from your view, but that didn't stop you from seeing red hues appearing on his skin which you can't help but smile.

He actually cares, but his ego is on the line so he won't admit it.

You chuckle, which got you a slight grumble from him in return. "Didn't know you also swear."

"Yeah, wonder where I got it."

That made you laugh a little, missing the sudden widening of red eyes directed in your way along with the sudden redness of his face just from seeing you laugh. The smile still hasn't left your lips as you finally drink the refreshing water until nothing is left.

You left out a content sigh as you finished drinking. You place the empty glass cup to the table and face Ace who's silent on his seat but now looking back at you, red flush gone like the moment didn't happen at all.

For a man who has a mischievous personality, he can be caring sometimes. Everything starts to fall into place now.

"Don't think this will help you escape my interrogation."

"Dammit."

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You really need to stop speaking stuff too soon.

"Being negligent on the first day, are we~?"

Your fist tightens. You can feel a vein on the verge of coming out to how pissed you are. You can feel Ace’s smirk widen just to your reaction alone and you want to punch his face so bad all you will ever see there is red and purple.

But you too had to hold your grudge for your ego.

"So, d’ya want us to help you catch Grim?" Ace asks, a cocky smirk that's really tempting to get rid of by a punch still plaster to his face.

You can tell from that question and smirk alone, he'll ask for something in return.

For a person who begged you to help him apologize to his Prefect so he can remove the collar on his neck, he sure thought he won't pay you back.

So does helping him solve his problem already sound like a pretty good repayment? Then again, you already agree to help him without expecting anything in return. Yeah, you can change it by mentioning that you're already giving him a solid by helping him, but it might make you look like a stuck-up jerk, which reminds you of him.

And you don't want to be like him.

You click your tongue. You're too kind for this. So, swallowing your pride again, you bow in front of them.

"Please!"

Chasing Grim on a magical school academy alone will take you a while to find him, most of all if this said creature is a sneaky bitch that can slither away easily like some kind of snake. Plus, the school is large and looking at him by yourself might take you years to find him.

"I want some chocolate croissant from the canteen!"

Your fist tightens, is he serious?

"Then, I shall have some café latte from the cafeteria."

Are they serious?!

You grit your teeth. There goes the allowance the Headmaster gave to you.

"Haah~?" You heard Ace ask as he plasters himself to your side. You side-eye him to see him one hand on his ear with his signature smirk still present to his face like he knows what you're thinking about.

"Can't hear what you sayin' over here~" he taunts.

He's so lucky you need him right now or you probably sent him to the infirmary.

"Okay! As you wish!" You recoil with a sneer to your words sent to their way, or more specifically, to Ace.

At least Deuce has the decency to look ashamed for the sudden request, -but only for a minute-, unlike the certain bastard whose smile widens like he just won something.

Which is basically true.

"And that’s a deal!" Ace said while he removed himself to your side. "Alright, shall we go help out our helpless friend, Deuce-kun~?" Ace asks Deuce who's already twisting his shoulder up and down.

"Sure thing, Ace-kun~" Deuce agrees with a sudden cheeky smile on his face. "I’m most looking forward to lunchtime."

Where's the ashamed look he sent to you three seconds ago?

You watch both of them nod to one another before taking off to hunt a certain cat raccoon. You stay where you are, watching both of their silhouettes disappear from afar. When their silhouettes slowly disappeared, you can't help but think of what Ace called to you.

Friend, huh.....

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You're used to people making fun of you.

From when you were small till today, you can hear mocking words about you no matter where you are. You can even feel their judgment about you just from the way they stare at you. It's unnerving, but you got used to it, and that's not healthy at all. It's normal for everyone to have this kind of experience after all.

But that doesn't mean it's healthy to keep experiencing it.

Your shock that you haven't exploded at all. You did let your emotions get the best of you through some parts of your life, most of all when the world decided to drag you deeper to the darker parts of your mind and the mocking whispers about you either upfront or behind your back didn't help you at all. So when your outburst takes over you, regret immediately follows.

You never wanted to feel so hollow again after every outburst, so you bottle them up and continue living your day. You pretend that the insults they spit about you come and go to your ears -when truly, those insults make you insecure more each day- and add the emotions you felt about those said insults to your bottled up emotions, keeping it safe and out of harm for others who might feel your wrath. You sometimes open the bottle to de-stress yourself, and your mind mostly becomes the victim of your wrath.

But hey, it's better than someone.

So you never expect someone to stand up to you, nor try to defend you. These are the burdens that you will carry alone despite having new people that for the first time sees you as a person and not a laughing stock that surrounds you.

Really, it's fine for you to have all of these burdens alone to not make everyone worry.

"I’VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU!!"

So watching Ace do a right hook punch to Riddle, his Prefect no less, is the last thing you least expect to happen on your first week to this goddamn school.

Your mouth drops open as all of you watch Riddle fall down to the ground from the impact. You heard Trey, Cater, and the Headmaster call out Riddle's name behind you along with the whispers of other students about how Ace had guts to do something like that to their Prefect, you can't tell if those whispers are praise or disgust. Then again, do you even have the time to think those through when you have bigger problems to deal with?

Like how Ace just fucking snap?

You know he has guts, but you never knew his guts would resort to violence. You can see him as the type of person who'll destroy you just through words alone, but through action as well? That's him being a delinquent now instead of a "good boy" he imagines himself off.

But there's another thought that sinks in through your mind.

Who knew Ace's breaking point was listening to Riddle insult you?

Even Deuce also breaks character a little. His eyes narrowed, both fist tightened and teeth grinding together, all of those that showed signs of full anger before coming back to his senses and just looked at Ace with his teal eyes wide open. If Trey didn't get a hold of him, you're pretty sure he'll be the one who'll do the first punch before Ace, which also ruins the "good role model" he tries to picture himself of.

"That was a pretty clean right hook!" You heard Grim say on your right shoulder.

Despite everything that happened, you can't help but agree with what he just said.

You heard Deuce call for Ace behind you. Your (E/c) eyes watch Riddle slowly place his gloved hand to his cheek where Ace punched. His silver eyes are shocked yet dazed while staring back at Ace's red eyes as if he didn't expect someone to do that to him for his entire life. You saw him open his mouth and move but can't hear what he said due to the distance between you.

"Kids aren’t their parents’ trophies." Ace said as a start "Your parents aren’t the ones who get to decide what you’re worth. I finally understand that you being a trashy person isn’t your mom or dad’s fault at all!"

Actually, they are because through their actions, it influences him in the process.

"You’ve been in this school for a year. And the one to blame is the bastard you call a friend who did nothing but turn a blind eye to your selfishness!"

Okay yeah, you're going to stop Ace there for a bit.

"It's his parent's fault!"

You can feel all eyes on you when you cut in through their conversation, or rather, their moment. You can't tell what emotions their eyes are telling and you prefer to never know. All eyes and attention on you always scare you, it feels like they're staring deep through yourself, it makes you feel naked.

But you have to suck it up if you want others to hear your voice.

"First off, Ace, you're right but at the same time not!" You said with (E/c) eyes narrowed to Ace’s direction.

"Haaah?! Don't tell me he's the victim too?!" Ace asks with an offended tone like he's the one wrong here and not Riddle.

"Oya? Are we really watching a debate right now?" You heard Crowley say behind you.

"Oh~! Let me get some popcorn for this!" Followed by the familiar cheeky voice.

"I want mine tuna flavored!" You heard Grim voice soon followed, which made you become aware that he's not on your shoulder anymore and instead of chilling in the back with the others.

"Geh?! Since when did you get here senpai?!" You heard Deuce added.

"Is that flavor even a thing??" You heard Trey ask.

"As much as I'd like to have popcorn as well..Now's not the time.." You heard Cater said with a nervous chuckle.

"Ace, did you ever wonder why Trey never tries to reach out to Riddle in the first place?" You ask which you got a shake of his head as a response.

"It's because of his parents, the power his parents hold I mean. If they can influence Riddle the way he is today, what do you think if they did those to others as well? There's a power imbalance between them. You saw the power imbalance already right? You even do it first hand, remember? The very first day of school, as you being the student and me being the handyman."

You heard Ace wince, along with the silent "Ooohhh" and "Bars bitch" of whoever those people in the back.

"If he tries to change him and word gets out that Riddle actually acts like this, do you ever wonder how long his voice lasts? I can already predict it won't even last for a day. That's reality, the one who has the power can twist other people's minds through money and pretty words alone to hide the truth. If he tries to show the world that his parents are massive dicks, most of all when he was at a young age at that time, tell me, who will the audience listen to? The child? Or the well-known magic doctor?"

"Fear stops him from reaching out, so I can understand his perspective, but that doesn't mean I don't understand yours as well."

You finally decided to make eye contact with Ace. Your narrowed (E/c) eyes met his wide red ones, you can tell he didn't expect you to agree to what he said which you can't blame him.

"Though as annoying as Ace is, I agree with some of his points." You continue and turn your attention to Trey who immediately shrunk at his stance from your stare. "You should've at least tried to reach out for him and correct his mistakes. You are given an opportunity to try and change him in this school, but instead, you still continue to turn a blind eye and let him act to what his parents want him to be. I can understand why you didn't correct him when you were young, but you're a third-year now! You're doing the same thing again at this point! His parents are not here inside the school, the people who scaring you make a move to change him long ago aren't here to stop you, so shouldn't you at least used this opportunity and try to reach out to him when he's so close to your reach right now?!"

"Instead, you continue wallowing yourself to your guilt that won't help you correct and guide your friend at all!"

said the person who's wallowing themself to their of lashing out because of their overwhelming emotions not too long ago

"If you at least tried to reach out. Not only it shows you made an effort but it also shows you care for him that you're willing to go up against the people who hold more power than you even if the attempt you made is only once. Friends are supposed to have each other's back no matter the consequences right? So why can't you do it? Is it really out of fear to face his parents? Or are you being selfish too by protecting yourself and your family if his parents become aware you're trying to change their son?"

You saw Trey froze at the last part before looking away. Ah, hit the nail there.

"In the end, both are victims and the ones at fault are Riddle's parents." You hit your fist lightly to your palm. "Court is adjourned."

You take a deep breath and slowly release it as soon as you're done talking. You notice that the area becomes silent besides your heavy breathing after you're done talking. It's scaring you to be honest.

You decided to book it and look back at the eyes that bother you. You saw Crowley silently slow clap along with the other mob students, Cater apparently recording the whole thing, Deuce, Grim, and Che'nya shoving popcorn to their faces like they just saw a god damn drama happened which is basically true, Trey hiding behind Deuce back, avoiding your gaze and lastly, Riddle and Ace still on their position but both had wide eyes from shock while looking back at you.

You saw Ace’s cheeks slowly turn red like Riddle's hair when your eyes met his.

Thanks, these mixed reactions you're getting make you nervous now.

You watch him shake his head and look back at you with his face back to normal, but you can still see he's still flustered because his ears are still red.

Aw, how cute.

"Do ya really have to do that? What's this? Q&a of a beauty pageant or somethin'?"

And once again, he ruined the moment.

"Anyway!" He turned his attention back to Riddle "I understand that your mom raised you the way she did, but is “Mama this, Mama that” all you can say?! You’re not capable of thinking for yourself!?"

"NOW'S NOT THE TIME TO INSULT HIM-"

"To hell with that “Red Ruler” bullshit!" He cuts you off.

"You’re just a baby who happens to be gifted with magic!"

You saw Riddle's face slowly turn to red along with the anger that slowly morphs to his face.

Ah. You sigh.

You shouldn't have let Ace talk after yours. It ruins the moment.

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"Why did you defend me that time?"

You can feel Ace's attention and eyes turn to you, but you didn't stare back, instead chose to look ahead in front of you.

"Defend you from what?" You heard him ask.

You sigh "From what Riddle said to me before he overblot silly."

What happened there was still fresh from your mind. Memories that you'd rather forget than remember, but despite wanting to forget, one thought continues to haunt your mind like a nightmare. It's eating your mind alive, wanting to get answers so it can finally shut up.

So you ask him what's bothering you ever since that incident. It's a risky move, but it is worth the shot just to give peace to your mind and heart.

So why are you feeling like you're waiting for him to confess or something? From the way your hands sweat and your heart beats louder and a little bit faster through your chest than usual, you act like you confess your feelings to him and wait for his reply if he reciprocates it or not.

You don't understand why you are acting like that. Since when did your heart beat faster whenever he's around? Since when did your smile get softer whenever you look at his way? Since when did your cheeks start to become warmer whenever he did something to you despite the constant teasing you get in return? Since when did your heart drop whenever your mind rewinds a memory where you almost lose him like a broken tape?

This feeling is new to you. It's warm and soft, a new sensation to feel and explore.

And you didn't mind exploring that sensation with him.

Your train of thought halts when you hear Ace scoff beside you.

"It's not like I intended to defend you there. It's just plain coincidence that I snap when he talk shit 'bout you."

"Oh." Your only reply to his answer.

For some reason, his reply made your heart drop. Of course, why would he even defend you in the first place when he's doing all of those for his own gain in the end? He didn't attack Riddle just because he's bullying you or anything, it's for him to remove the collar on his neck, making him realize his mistakes was an additional bonus.

So why did it feel like you were rejected?

You're not surprised by his reply, it's obvious after all.

but you can't help but feel disappointed with what you discovered

You lower your head to stare at your hands instead. You saw your sweaty (S/c) hands both clasps to one another shaking slightly, not noticeable but there. It's probably due to the anderline that you felt when you ran to the rose maze with Ace to hide from the certain Heartslabyul Prefect, which is why both of you are alone together in the garden maze right now instead of being part of the Unbirthday party. It's quiet, one that you can consider as awkward instead of a peaceful one. The only noise you can hear is the noises of the party in the distance, the caress of the wind to both of your hair and face, your fidgeting fingers, and the frantic beating of your heart.

You guess it's better to hear those instead of your dark thoughts running through your head.

"But what Riddle said about you is stupid."

Your eyes widened in surprise, and here you thought its the end of the discussion about that topic. You slowly raise your head to look at him only to see his face turned away to you, hiding himself away from your prying eyes.

"Unlike him, you are capable of thinking for yourself. That brain of yours is really somethin' you know? The way you come up with plans is really something that never ceases to amaze me. Despite the troubles you brought, being with you has never been so boring! It's like, everydays' a new adventure waiting for us to conquer it! Which is why I trust you and that bastard brain of yours despite my constant whinings- Hey! Stop laughing! We're having a moment here!"

You can't help it. You laughed because you didn't expect that from him. You laughed because you felt relief. You laughed because you're happy that he's not rejecting you. You laughed because holy shit he's not only rejecting you but praising you. You laughed because you felt happy with what he saw in you. You laughed because what's with the description he described about you? You laughed, and laughed, and laughed till your throat went raw and tears gathered in the corners of your (E/c) eyes.

Sure you may look like a lunatic in front of him, but you can't help it. You haven't laughed so genuinely for years, it's a great stress release after having a lot of bottled-up emotions gathered and trapped within your mind for years. It felt refreshing, it felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders, all thanks to that one bastard.

You cleared your throat and heard him let out a huff.

"Anyway, how you manage to survive this far is proof that you're an independent and capable person, so for Riddle to say all of that is just him spitting lies when he didn't know you at all and what you're capable of…." His words slowly turn soft and quiet in the last while he's staring at you. His mouth continues to close and open but no words come out while his red ruby eyes are wide, openly staring at you like he can't believe what he's seeing right now.

You noticed that the conversation between you quiet down and so does your openly staring at him too with a look of what can be overly described as a lovestruck stare.

It's sick, it's disgusting. Openly staring at someone like an idiot in love is weird and makes them uncomfortable.

But you can't help but look at him like that when he compliments you so openly like he's not afraid of the backlashes he might get. Maybe that's also one of the reasons you like about him, his blunt tongue that you didn't expect but do wonders.

Your thoughts shattered when you heard him groan out loud.

"Stop looking at me like that!" He shouted at you while grabbing both sides of your shoulders to shake you. Missing the way his face is still flushed like he didn't want you to see that so he's diverting your eyes away from his face.

You can't help but let out a laugh again despite slowly becoming dizzy from the shake. "I can't help it!" You said with a giggle.

The shaking immediately stopped. You slowly open both of your eyes to see his face as red as Riddle's hair.

"Stop looking!" He immediately said and turned his head away to yours.

You felt your smile morph into a teasing one. Oh how the tables had turned.

"What~ can't hear you!" You teased while you let your body and weight fall to his side, bringing yourself closer to his warm side.

He moves a little, giving a little bit of distance between you but you immediately shorten it, making him groan.

"I hate you." You heard him mutter. You can see his ears are still red, contradicting what he said.

"But you like me." You can't help but tease.

But he didn't accept nor deny what you said.

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"There you both are!"

"Shit he found us-"

"OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!"

Two high pitch screams that somehow manage to synchronize to one another echoed to the maze garden.

"This is all your fault!"

"How can this be my fault when you're the one who dragged me here!"

Deuce slowly blinked as he watched Ace and the Ramshackle Prefect had a screaming contest in the maze garden.

"Huh, never knew that Ace had someone to match him in fightin'." He heard Grim mutter from his shoulder. He felt Grim stare turn to him.

"And here I thought you and Ace are the one match made in war."

Deuce can't help but agree. Sure he and Ace fought a lot, but it won't rival on what's going on between Ace and the Prefect. It looks like something happened between them while staying in the deep part of the maze garden, but he can't point out what it is.

"Well, you're the one who's talking loud!"

Ace gasps, like he's offended "You bitch!"

"Never knew you'll make me your bitch this fast huh~"

Deuce watches Ace choke on his own saliva. He heard Riddle let out a loud gasp and Trey wheeze.

"The fight between them…" he heard Grim mutter again. "Are more of a romantic tension than a real fight."

Deuce slowly turns his head to his side to properly look at Grim. "Romantic tension…?" He asked.

He also heard his Prefect echo what he said.

"It's a-another form of fight!" Trey interjected himself.

Another...form of fight…

"Ah!" Deuce exclaimed and pound his fist to his other open palm. "I get it!"

"Yes! I truly understand!" Deuce said with a smile.

As someone who experienced many fights, he probably understood the feeling between them too well. They're probably fighting because it's their way of talking to one another, to understand one another, truly a way to show they're on equal grounds.

He felt Trey's stare in his way, but he just ignored it because of how great Ace and the Prefect friendship grows. So with that in mind, he resumed watching two of his now good friends show their friendship through fighting.

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Your first thought to Ace Trappola, is what most people first think of when they first meet him.

An asshole.

But as time passed by and get to know him, he's a really great friend. He may be an asshole at heart, but the little ways he did that shows that he cares, and the words that may seem sounds harsh but always hold truth, shows that he sees you as an equal, that can slowly turn into friendship, and maybe, just maybe, something more.

But despite from that, he's still an asshole

Your idiotically, annoyingly, yet unfortunately lovable, asshole.

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- This is actually a very old fic I made ever since ghost bride rerun started. Never got the chance to finished it cause I didn’t got Ace there cri. That lovable btch.This fic was supposed to be more longer (there was also a scene from the ghost bride event) but decided to cut it off here cause it’s really long just for being a oneshot.

- Haha still had to cry over my assignments so I used this opportunity to write as practice before I start working again, college really sucks :’DD

- I hope you still enjoy reading this! ^ ^

#ace trappola x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #mywritings #ace trappola

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twisted-in-wonderland-jay · 4 years ago

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Birthday from the boys (NRC)

Something to know for reading all of this is that I’m going to try my best to write platonic relationships that can be implied as romantic. Because some people may like a character but not feel romantic feelings towards them but still would like to know how they would act on their birthday.

Part two is the teachers and RSA

Riddle

He would prune the garden himself, regardless of the queen of hearts laws he would paint the roses your favorite color

He would lead you to the garden where the two of you would have tea and talk for hours

Eventually taking you around the garden

Ace

Out of all of these boys, he’s the one that’s most likely to forget your birthday

This man did not write it down

He overhears you talking with the other first years and them saying happy birthday. Then it finally clicks and he remembers that today is your birthday and he plays it off like he remembered

He’s not being mean in any way he just honestly doesn’t remember birthdays well

He talks with the first years while you’re not around and plans a little sleepover of sorts at your dorm

When you come back to your dorm for the night you find all of the first years there and they’re just kind of chilling in the lounge

They bring out a cake for you saying that they all baked and decorated it themselves but with the experience that the first years have it’s a strange-looking cake but it does it taste all that bad it’s just a lot of frosting and decorations because each one of them wanted to add a personal touch.

You guys have fun run around the dorm causing trouble

Then once it turns 12 you guys decide to settle down for the night and plot twist you don’t actually go to bed but instead play Mario kart till 3 AM

Deuce

He would try his hardest the whole day to make it the most perfect and kind of relaxing day ever. But utterly fail

In his eyes, he failed but it’s not that big of a deal

He’ll try to hold the door open for you or carry you around for fun and either, drop you, or trip

He feels really bad the whole day that he keeps messing everything up and it keeps getting less and less romantic

At the end of the day, you assure him that you had the best time and it was very fun. Which he doesn’t really believe because again he feels like he failed but he’s glad you had a good time.

He also stays the night hanging out with you until you fall asleep.

Trey

He would bake you a cake from scratch and decorated it with little flowers of your favorite color

He’s a really sweet guy so he would invite a couple of your close friends maybe three or four of them so that you’re not alone on your birthday and you also won’t have any leftover cake because you’ll eat it all.

A very nice and sweet get together messing around having fun

Cater

The morning would start very easy with the simple happy birthday and him taking you skateboarding you don’t have to go to a skating park or anything like that he’s just gonna teach you a couple of tricks.

But progressively throughout the day, it gets more centric and fun

At the end of the night can you both watch fireworks after you’ve just got done bungee jumping...

Leona

He’s not going to skip his morning to afternoon nap to tell you happy birthday even if he does care

A prince got to get his beauty sleep

When he wakes up he goes and attempts to find you and if he doesn’t he just goes man and gives up but if he does find you he tells you happy birthday and then walks off

Depending on your relationship with him he could be very distant and not caring but if you go and hang out with him during the afternoon when he’s not sleeping he’s pretty chill about it not really caring that you’re there if you have a negative disposition towards him he might care and tell you to leave.

Ruggie

He would take you shopping for the day

You might think he doesn’t have any money but those are jobs that he’s been working aren’t for nothing

He took all of the money he could for an entire month of work and saved it up spending it on your birthday

“What?! this is only part of my savings, not my entire Life funds” hehe...

Jack

Since magic mirrors make travel very easy he decides to take you back to his hometown

Not to meet his parents or anything but just to hang out because he talks about home a lot and wants to take you. What better time than your birthday

He takes you around his town and tells you about all of these places that he has memories that as well as putting you in the general direction of where he lives

He takes you to do all the fun things you can think of where he lives

When you both go back tonight NRC he quickly takes you by his dorm so he can grab something

He comes back with his gift to you which is a little cactus for you to take care of.

Azul

He wouldn’t have a birthday party for you

He would however have you meet him in the lounge

you two would have dinner together

Just the two of you...

you’ll take a walk through dorms halls just to talk in this moment you share alone

Jade

He would hang out with you if you wanted him to if you didn’t want him to he would tell you to go hang out with your friends since it is your special day

He would give you some sort of terrarium or if you’re not into those he would give you a rare plant for you to take care of as a gift

If you did want to hang out with him and you didn’t care where you went he’d invite you to a botanical garden for the day.

Whether you like it or not he’ll probably talk on and on about each plant and its properties in medicine and poison

Floyd

He would throw a great surprise birthday party for you

He’s got all of your favorite foods your favorite drink an awesome cake

And somehow he surprisingly kept this under wraps until the time of your birthday party

It would be in you’re dorm, and don’t worry afterward he would help you clean up the mess

When you walk in the door he has everyone holding confetti launchers... which he 100% is going to help you clean up after a lot of convincing

Kalim

This man knows how to throw parties and that’s terrifying

He would throw a massive party for you

He’s inviting all of NRC as long as they’re friends with you. Hell if you had friends in RSA he would invite them too.

He would have one of your other friends distract you for the day because it’s going to take the entire day to set up this banquet

He’s got everything a giant cake, fancy lights, a lounge area, a DJ, a chocolate fountain anything and everything that you would need for a successful party

Throughout the day if you try to go see him at all somebody’s always there to stop you and to distract you

You guys party for the whole night

Jamil

He would not throw a birthday party for you

As we all know he’s not really a people person

Chill about it passes you in the hall and says happy birthday

He offers to make you dinner but if you want to you can always decline

Although there is one thing you can’t decline and that’s the magic carpet ride he wants to take you on

He wouldn’t ask to borrow the magic carpet he’d just do it

Vil

He would throw a big banquet for you regardless of what you want

He’ll probably say something along the lines of “Fufufu do you think I have the time to do all this? someone else said it was a good idea and they did all the work it’s not as if I care or have time to.” But we all know he cares

He about all of Pomefiore if you have to invite any of your friends outside of the dorm he would be a little irritated and save fine I guess you can about your “other friends”

Epel

It would be the beginning of the day and he’s down the hall in spots you. He would immediately not yell your name but scream it and run to you yelling happy birthday. It would make quite the scene but he wants everyone to know that it’s your birthday and also Vil would probably hate the fact that he just screamed.

He asks you if you’re ready to “rock and roll” (for anyone who doesn’t know this is just a saying to ask if you’re “ready to go”)

He’s taking you on a trip to go do a bunch of fun stuff in town and to probably prank some people because why not.

Rook

Wouldn’t throw you a party instead he would probably stop by your dorm and announce his presence and sing you happy birthday.

Bring you some sort of small gift

He would tell you that he will follow you the whole day and you can do whatever you want with him

Rook is rather chill compared to some of the other boys. However, if you want him to he can take over because he’s kept note of what you like to do so he would take you to do things that you like.

Idia

He wouldn’t do anything special for your birthday

In fact, he’d probably have Ortho buy three slices of cake only, for the three of you

Throughout the day he doesn’t say anything about it

When you go to his dorm later he tells you happy birthday you guys eat the cake together

He kind of half-heartedly apologizes for not being able to throw a proper birthday party for you and that he’s sorry but his anxiety kind of got the best of him.

To make up for it he offers to play games with him until you want to leave

Before you leave he gives you a flower. An Asphodel The primary symbolic meaning of the Asphodel flower is peace after death and the afterlife, but this is not the meaning that is implied it is a white flower which generally symbolizes purity also it’s a symbolic flower of Hades

Ortho

He throws a big party at your dorm (if your dorm is Ignihyde he’d take it somewhere else), not ignihyde. Because the students are quite antisocial and it would be very disruptive.

He would invite all of your best friends

It is the cutest surprise birthday party ever

There would be fireworks, trick candles, and so many fun childish games that you would play at a party

Malleus

Malleus is somewhere in between depending on what you want so no this won’t be a surprise birthday

He’ll either throw a big party for you in the diasomnia dorm inviting basically everyone from all the dorms as long as they know you

Or if you’re more on the reserve side or you want a smaller party he’ll have a couple of your close friends join him and going to your dorm and having a get-together little party for you.

If you want to though he is 100% okay with just you and him hanging out for the day

Sebek

This man is crazy

He wrote down your birthday and planned weeks in advance

He would write down everything that you like in hopes that when it becomes your birthday he has everything that you could ever want on that day

He tries his best to bake a cake but then realizes that he’s actually really good at it

On the day of you’d think that he be really loud and excitable and overbearing but in fact, he is the complete opposite being very considerate and not quiet but an inside voice because he doesn’t want to stress you out or seem disingenuous.

He doesn’t host a party for all of your friends it’s just you and him. The reason for this and putting in so much effort just for you and him is because he’s rather shy when it comes to not just romantic feelings but platonic feelings as well not showing people how he really feels especially when it’s around other people as well. So it’s kind of to make himself feel more comfortable as well

Silver

Silver isn’t the party kind of person so he’ll probably get you a cute little gift like a bouquet of roses specifically white roses to symbolize purity or maybe a charm bracelet.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to throw you a birthday party it’s just that he doesn’t know how to go about it since the only parties ever really celebrated is his own because of Lilia when he was younger.

If you say something about not having a party or a cake he’ll get a little sad thinking that he might have failed you.

He’ll probably just follow you around doing whatever you wanted for the day as long as you didn’t have class.

He would also have a cute little lunch with you of food that he made before. You guys would probably go sit in the courtyard and eat next to a tree. Be careful though he may or may not fall asleep...

You might have to wake you’re sleeping, Prince

Lilia

He’ll invite you to a concert and then right as the performance is about to start he’ll say something like he has to use the restroom or he’s going to get a drink and he’ll be right back he promises.

As the performance is starting and the lights turn off you start to worry that he’s going to miss it

And then as the stage lights turn on and you see him on stage getting ready to perform

He’s going to perform an entire album that he and the light music club came up with for you as a birthday gift

Knowing him at the end of the performance he’s probably going to get off the stage to go and kiss you (Not necessarily on the lips if it’s a platonic relationship it’s probably on the forehead with the cheek as a sign of affection no love).

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readinginthereadyroom · 4 years ago

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let’s talk about 9-1-1 buddie headcanons:

- eddie gets rid of his truck. christopher is getting older and wants more independence so he gets something with better clearance. and I’ve decided that something is a dodge durango. eddie is actually really into it. can’t stop talking about the fold down seats and towing capabilities. buck teases him and calls it his soccer mom van. then immediately starts researching CP-friendly soccer leagues for chris.

- buck strikes me as a podcast kinda guy. I feel like a lot of his random facts probably start with information learned via podcast and then researched separately on google or wikipedia.

- luddite eddie my beloved. but not like luddite luddite. eddie’s a millennial so I see him as okay with all the 20th century technology he grew up with and just not all the newfangled smart home/internet gaming stuff.

- abuela gives eddie an old turntable and a box of records and he falls in love with it. likes to play spanish love songs while cleaning on the weekends.

- eddie breaks up with ana. he does it quietly and cordially a couple weeks after the sniper incident.

- buck and taylor date for a little while but never really take off. and it’s super important that it’s buck who makes the decision to break up. they both have very busy lives and different priorities. and taylor acknowledges she probably shouldn’t have kissed him in the first place. she just hated to see buck so broken and wanted to comfort him. they decide they are better as friends.

- bosko and eddie friendship rights! eddie actually apologizes to her and they become gym buddies. lena stops going to the junkyard fights and finds an MMA gym that she’ll take eddie to. during the pandemic they somehow find themselves doing socially distanced tai-chi in the park. they keep it up once the gyms reopen.

- side note: lena does in fact get a cat. he’s a huge floofy maine coon named sarge who absolutely adores eddie. rubs his head all over him and immediately worms his way into his lap when eddie visits. he hisses at buck tho and lena finds it endlessly hilarious.

- demisexual eddie! I like the idea of lena no-nonsense asking eddie if he’s ace one day and eddie just having an internal panic attack but not being able to figure out why. karen gently brings it up few months later and he’s just deny deny deny. then he overhears david telling michael that he gives off ace vibes and that’s the last straw. so eddie pulls a full buck and starts researching just to prove everyone wrong. except it’s like a lightbulb clicks on and yeah. maybe there’s something to this.

- eddie and karen have a book club every other week. usually novellas or a short story collection. queer theory and literary fiction. the occasional poetry book. at some point they invite david to join them. they also have a not-so-secret romance novel exchange because they are big saps.

- eddie is also a sucker for a really good cup of black coffee. has a favorite hole-in-the-wall cafe where he buys beans in bulk. buck calls it his diesel fuel drink and grimaces at the taste. he prefers simple oatmilk latte from the place near the station. and yet buck always seems to know what days eddie will be running late and rushing to work and has a cup from said hole-in-the-wall coffee waiting. despite it not being on buck’s route.

- christopher loves buck’s loft. buck keeps a stash of toys and coloring books in his coffee table trunk for when he visits. chris sees the stairs as a fun challenge and will often ask to go up and sit on buck’s bed to watch the city. or sit on the patio while buck bbq’s dinner for the three of them. he thinks it’s the coolest house ever.

- buck actually rides his bike. it’s not just for show. especially after the pandemic hit. he likes to go out in the mornings. drives to a nearby trail on his days off and enjoys the scenery while the sun comes up. sometimes eddie and chris meet him there after his ride and they have a breakfast picnic.

- the diaz-buckley-han’s share one netflix account. it’s technically buck’s in that he pays for it, but when maddie moved to LA he set her up with her own profile. then logged into his account at eddie’s one day and never logged out. renamed the profile buck & eddie after he setup a kid’s profile specifically for chris. then after learning about maddie and chim’s not-dating buff-fridays, buck put both their names on her profile as a prank. and then it just stayed that way. jee-yun even has a profile despite being a literal infant that doesn’t watch tv. maddie cried when she saw it.

- buck takes the legal guardianship thing very seriously. he’s already really involved in essentially co-parenting chris but he starts getting really nervous about asking invasive questions about chris’ medical history. so eddie sits him down with chris and the three of them talk about it. eddie very specifically asks chris if he’s okay with sharing that kind of info with buck. because even tho christopher’s a kid eddie always wants him to have a say in his own health decisions. then he has a more in-depth convo with just buck about insurance and bills and doctor’s visits. makes sure buck has access to all of it.

- chris played secret matchmaker. went to his old friend santa claus and asked if buck would stay forever. santa came thru, as always.

- also carla knows. buck starts spending more nights at the diaz house and one morning she lets herself in and sees buck coming out of eddie’s room in just a pair of sweatpants. she gives him a coy eyebrow raise and buck blushes. then she just laughs, pats his cheek affectionately, and says your secret’s safe with me buckaroo. when a bleary-eyed eddie wanders out a half hour later she pushes a cup of coffee into his hands, waits a few moments, looks eddie dead in the eyes, and points at buck. I see you took my advice. eddie chokes on his coffee.

- speaking of carla she is family. she and her husband are regular guests at the 118 get-togethers, holidays at the firehouse, and family meals. she occasionally takes on other clients, but she’s mostly exclusive to the diazes these days. esp as christopher gets older and wants more independence. she’s been around since he was 7 and he’s comfortable with her. she stays his home heath care aide until she retires. then she personally vets a new one. because not just anyone will do for her boy. they throw her a huge retirement party.

- gonna jump into the future because christopher absolutely names his daughter carla shannon buckley-diaz. there isn’t a dry eye in the house.

- and I don’t actually see chris calling buck pops or anything. he’s just his buck. tho I can see eddie asking christopher if he wants to hyphenate his last name when buck officially adopts him. buck’s his hero so chris is 100% onboard.

- buck and eddie don’t have more kids. eddie never wanted more and buck is surrounded by the ever-expanding horde of firefam kids. they love their little trio.

- also eddie is hilariously terrible with other kids. he just. doesn’t know how to talk to them. he’s literally the best father ever with christopher, but any other kid and he’s all awkward hello small human. it’s also the reason the team sends buck to handle kid rescues. he knows how to speak to kids and they light up around his sunshine energy. but then there are certain kids who just glom onto eddie. usually the quiet ones. they find something about his calm dad presence very soothing so they just cling to him until buck can coax them around.

- I do not see the buckley-diazes getting a pet. buck and eddie work long shifts and it’s not fair to put that kind of extra responsibility on carla when her job is to care for chris. however, as chris gets older he does get a mobility service dog to help with counterbalance. she’s a golden retriever named stella and she’s a very good girl.

- buck proposes by accident. they’re at the park with christopher and marriage just sorta comes up during one of his infodumps. eddie is eating his sandwich, nodding along, and just casually says of course I want to marry you. buck stops talking. christopher giggles. eddie panics. but when he looks at buck he’s all puppy-eyed and hopeful. you do? eddie nods. chris chimes in with a stage whispered ask properly buck and say yes dad. so they do.

#been doing some more eddie meta lately so these are an extension of that #honestly I probably have even more but I'm gonna stop #buddie #eddie diaz #evan 'buck' buckley #christopher diaz #carla price #lena bosko #911 what's queue emergency?#writing in the ready room #911 fox #9-1-1

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dream-a-little-bigger-x · 4 years ago

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Grant You a Universe | Luke Patterson

Requested: Yes/No

wait because here me out, Luke as a quarterback AU like— imagine that, yeah imma request that, a luke quarterback au pls 🥺BUT HES THE COCKY GET ALL THE GIRLS QUARTERBACK YEAH YEAH AND READER IS POPULAR BUT THEY DON’T DATE BUT EVERYONE WANTS THEM TO BE THE POPULAR COUPLE CLICHÉ OMG

A/N: This is the longest I ever worked on a fic, I think? I hope you like it!

Pairing: 90′s!Luke x Reader

Song(s) used: None (WHAT?! Yeah, I know, shocking!)

Warnings: Cheating, implied abuse, party, drinking, someone is drunk, aggression

Words: 6,868

The first time he saw her was Freshman year during football tryouts. While he was on the field, trying to pay attention to whatever the coach was blabbing about, she was running around it. Her ponytail whipping around her head as her feet pounded against the red gravel of the race rink. She was a flash of pink and brown hair, but it was enough for Luke to become infatuated with her. He didn’t even care when he became the quarterback that year. All he cared about was her. He needed to know who she was and ask her on a date, even if it were the last thing he did.

The first time he ever spoke to her was a few days later, after their first game in Freshman year. She was sitting in the bleachers, cheering on the team, and Luke couldn’t help but feel his heart flutter as this beautiful girl cheered him on with every touchdown he scored.

After the game, she came down to say hi to Bobby, the team’s Running Back and the girl’s best friend. Luke knew this. He had seen the two of them together a lot during lunches and in the hallways, but never dared to ask the boy that became a friend of his too, what this girl’s name was or what her deal was.

But the fact that she came to say hi to him, gave Luke an opportunity to talk to her, too. “Hey, Bobbers, nice touchdowns,” the girl teased her best friend, who hadn’t scored any today. He did assist on some of Luke’s touchdowns.

“Oh, shut it, y/n,” Bobby muttered and shoved her in the shoulder. He turned when Luke patted him on the back as he joined the group. “Good game, Patterson,” he said to the floppy haired boy next to him. The boy who couldn’t keep his eyes off his best friend for one second.

“You too, Bobbers,” he repeated y/n’s nickname for her best friend, earning an eyebrow raise from the girl he’s been crushing for a week straight now. Even her eyes were captivating. The dark brown reflected gold in the setting sun.

“You making fun of my nicknames, Patterson?” she asked, one corner of her mouth tugging up into a smirk. The boy became a stuttering mess at the teasing tone in her voice.

“No, I uhm… I-I…” he scratched the back of his neck at a loss for words. “I’m Luke, by the way.” Y/N giggle reached his ears like a sweet lullaby. She shook her head at the boy.

“Oh, I know.”

Her straightforward reply haunted his brain for years to follow. He never knew what it meant but it became the thing that started a blossoming friendship. A friendship that made them the infamous ‘it-couple-that-wasn’t-a-couple’ by junior year. A title neither of you wanted, being in the ‘popular’ clique was already too much.

“Chicaaaas!” Luke called out as he and Bobby walked into the student lounge where y/n and Lydia, her best friend and captain of the cheerleading team, were having some tea and chatting about girl stuff -- as Luke himself liked to say. “Party tonight at Alexis Bryan’s place, are we going or?” he rubbed his hands together as if he’d just concocted the greatest scheme of all time.

Y/N smiled up at both boys and said, “Lyds and I were actually talking about having a sleepover tonight and making a puzzle together.” The two boys groaned and rolled their eyes at her answer. “What?” she asked.

“You sound like two grandmas!” Bobby exclaimed and ran his hand through his dark hair.

“Hey! No hate against grandmas!” Lydia exclaimed with a scowl on her face. Bobby raised his hands in defense before everyone turned to Luke, who was looking down at y/n.

“I don’t know, Luke… I really don’t feel like running into Matt tonight.”

“Come on, y/n. I’m literally nothing with my party partner in crime!” His eyes begged and pleaded, which was something y/n hadn’t quite learned how to resist yet. She’d tried to. Many a time. But she always had to give in eventually.

Even now. “Fine,” she said. “But you’re gonna have to promise to dance with me!” Luke rolled his eyes at the compromise, but couldn’t help the smile finding its way to his cheeks. No matter how hard it was for y/n to say no to Luke, it was twice as hard for him to say no to her.

“Fine,” he grumbled.

That night, as y/n took her scalding hot shower in preparation for the party, she reminisced over the past few years and how much her life changed since she started high school. Her mind wandered over the first day, when she clung to Bobby’s bicep because she was so scared of all the new things around her. She remembered how tiny and scared she felt, but all of that washed away when Bobby reassured her he wouldn’t leave her side. Only when he went to try out for football and she tried out for the running team. Then her mind jumped to the day she met Luke at the football game and how he immediately caught her attention. Ever since that day, her life had become this big-ass chaos. If it weren’t for Luke, she would probably just be part of the sprint relay team. But thanks to being so close to the quarterback, y/n was popular by association. Though, she wouldn’t change it for the world. What she would change was how all her dates had always been scared of Luke. All except for one. Matthew. He somehow managed to get through Luke’s and Bobby’s shield of brotherly protection -- as they called it. The two had been together for a few months until the whispers started. Whispers about Matthew cheating on y/n, or y/n cheating on Matthew with Luke. None of which was very healthy for the relationship, so they broke it off.

It would’ve been friendly if she didn’t see Matthew the day after their break up kissing one of her teammates. That’s when she knew the whispers about him weren’t just rumors. Even up until this day, she wondered if her sister ever had a thing with him, like the whispers suggested.

As her Ace of Base CD played on her stereo, she started to make a move-on with her outfit and makeup. She opted for a black body con dress with spaghetti straps that accentuated her curves in just the right places. For her makeup, she decided on a neutral look and swiped the light browny color across her eyelids.

By the time she started applying her mascara, there was a light tapping on her window. She turned around to find Luke on the small balcony at your window. He was wearing his Screams from The Attic band tee with the sleeves cut off and his trusty black jeans, decorated with the infamous chains and blue rabbit’s foot.

She opened the window door to let him in and turned to grab her shoes. “Hey, you re--wowza!” he cut himself off when his eyes took in every inch of the girl in front of him. A blush crept to y/n’ cheeks as she strapped the black heels on. “That’s a fly outfit, girl.”

“Thanks, Patterson. Let’s bounce, yeah?”

Luke climbed over the stone enclosure of the balcony and carefully let himself hang down from the bottom before letting go and landing gracefully on his feet. He whispered a ‘yes’ under his breath before looking up to find y/n climbing over as elegantly as she could. Though, with that dress on, she was about to flash someone and the lucky recipient of the little sneak peek was of course Luke.

“Is today a special occasion?” he asked. Y/N turned her head to look down at Luke while hanging onto the balcony for dear life. “You only wear red lingerie on special occasions.”

“Why are you looking down my dress, you creep?” The giggle that followed the words reassured Luke that she wasn’t offended by it. It was a typical thing to bicker about in their friendship.

“You flashed your knickers at me, Peaches, don’t blame me.” He held his hands up in defense, shooting her a sheepish look. Y/N scoffed at that and rolled her eyes before dropping down to hang from the balcony the same way Luke had done.

“You are so lucky I love you,” she mumbled and then screamed, “Patterson, think fast!” She let go, and hoped Luke would be fast enough to catch her since she wasn’t going to stick the landing on her heels quite as much as Luke did. Thankfully though, Luke’s fast reflexes made him move underneath her just in time to catch her, bridal style.

Their eyes locked for a moment, both of them suddenly realizing how close they really were. A smile made its way to y/n’s features and she leaned in to press a kiss to his cheek before flicking her legs out of his grasp and patting his chest twice.

“Thanks, buddy. That was like a crazy trust fall.”

Leaving Luke behind to reflect on whatever just happened, y/n skipped towards Bobby’s car and got into the passenger’s seat. She planted a kiss on Bobby's cheek and then turned around as Luke got in the back, finding two other boys she knew all too well.

“‘sup homies?” she grinned cheesily at the blonde and brunette she knew as Alex and Reggie. The two other members of Sunset Curve, the band Bobby and Luke formed when they met in freshman year.

The two boys smiled back at y/n while Luke gave her a glare, probably because she stole his seat in the front. However, y/n didn’t care or notice, for that matter. Her mind was wrapped up in something else instead.

“So, Alex…” she started, capturing the blond guy’s attention. “How was your date with Driss?” she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, and it sent a scarlet color up to Alex’s cheeks. Even though his parents didn’t care for his sexual orientation, he was glad his friends supported him, even if that meant y/n’s curiosity in his dating life.

“It was okay…” he replied humbly, but y/n wasn’t y/n if she let this slide.

“Where did he take you? What did you do? What did you wear?” she gasped, “Did you kiss?” The boys collectively chuckled at y/n’s antics. All of them had endured her searching for cute date stories.

“He took me to this really pretty lake where we had a picnic and we screamed into the dark,” he reminisced dreamily with a tender smile on his face. Y/N’s heart melted at the sight of Alex’s happiness. It was about time he got a happy ending too.

“Did you kiss?” she repeated her question.

Alex exhaled, a pout forming on his face as he said, “No… But! He did ask me for a second date tomorrow!” Y/N’s face lit up entirely as she clapped her hands giddily, making Alex laugh.

“I am so happy for you, Alex.” She reached out her hand between the two front seats, and Alex grabbed it, pressing a kiss to her knuckles.

The car abruptly came to a stop, causing y/n to lose her balance a little. “The hell, dude?” she asked Bobby, glaring at the driver.

“We’re here, so unless you wanna continue this little tea party, get out of my car!” Y/N glanced at the other boys, who were equally as confused about the boy’s sudden behavior.

“Someone needs to get laid tonight,” y/n muttered while she unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of Bobby’s jeep, the boys following suit. She came to a halt in front of the house, looking up at the castle of a house. Music was thumping through the white brick walls and people were bustling about on the front lawn, smoking, drinking and talking.

“You ready?” Reggie asked, placing a hand on y/n’s left shoulder while another hand grabbed her right one. Looking up, she found Alex smiling down at her with that reassuring smile of his. When she felt another hand on her right shoulder and a kiss to the back of her head, she knew she was good to go. She had all her best friends with her. She would be fine, even if she ran into the devil’s spawn.

“If you wanna dip, just give us the sign and we’ll bounce,” Luke told her as he stood behind her. Slowly, but surely, y/n began to nod her head, mentally preparing herself for what’s about to come.

She'd made up a million of scenes where she’d confront Matthew, coming up with the wittiest comebacks she could possibly think of. The perfect monologue that would forever be stuck in her head since she was too much of a shy girl to actually say those out loud. She might seem like a clever, obnoxious popular girl, but deep down, she was still the little geek from Middle School at heart.

“Good to go,” she mumbled and started her way up to the house with Alex’s hand still in hers and the other boys safely surrounding her.

As they walked into the house, they turned a few heads and with it began the rumor mill, like it always did. There was always something to spill about the group, it seemed.

“Y/N!” a loud shriek brought y/n back out of her thoughts. When she looked up, she found Lydia walking up to them with arms wide open. As she hugged her best friend, y/n could smell the alcohol on her.

“Hey, Lyds,” y/n chuckled, “Been here long?” She pushed the strawberry blonde hair off her and took in her presence. She was wearing her lucky red dress with the plunging neckline, which was enough information for y/n to know her best friend was drinking for some courage to get a boy into her bed.

“About an hour,” she slurred, and then her eyes fell on the boys behind y/n. Another shriek deafened y/n as the girl stumbled into Reggie’s arms for a hug. The boy giggled, steadying the tipsy girl. Each on their turn, the boys handed the drunk girl off to the next, knowing she wouldn’t stop until she had hugged every single one of them. “So, what are we thinking, shots?” she asked as she leaned on Bobby’s shoulder for balance.

“I think you need some soda,” Bobby replied before grumpily grabbing Lydia’s hand and leading her towards the kitchen. Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed as she watched the two walk off. Something wasn’t quite right with her best friend, she just couldn’t place a finger on what it was.

“What’s gotten his panties in a twist?” she asked the others, who all simply shrugged.

Within the first ten minutes, the group was split up. While y/n was talking to her running team, Alex was occupied with Driss, Reggie was playing beer pong with some people and Luke was, unsurprisingly flirting with some girl.

Luke was notorious for his flirting with girls, so it didn’t surprise y/n too much when her eyes fell on the popular quarterback, surrounded by a bunch of cheerleaders. Though she had to admit, she loved it most when the flirting was directed at her instead of other girls.

When their eyes locked, Luke shot her a wink with that overconfident smirk on his face that made y/n roll her eyes. After blowing him a kiss, y/n walked back into the kitchen for a refill of her beer. If she was going to survive this party, she was going to need some more party fuel.

“Hey, y/n!” a familiar voice sounded from the other side of the kitchen. When she looked up, she found Astrid and Alexis Bryan, hostesses of tonight’s soiree. It was Astrid who’d called her name. Y/N raised her red cup at the girl as she made her way over to her, leaving her sister by herself. “How you doing?”

“Pretty good. Nice party you got going on here,” she answered, nodding her head to the dancing students in her living room. Astrid chuckled and sipped from her own beer while leaning against the counter.

“Yeah, it is pretty rad,” Astrid mumbled, “Though, we have to thank Alexis for that. Could never have done this myself, but she did, so…” A snicker left y/n’s body as she softly tapped her foot to the beat of the music and her eyes scanned the party.

“Let’s go dance, hm?” Astrid held out her hand for y/n to take, which she gladly did, and let the girl lead her towards the dance floor while sipping her beer.

It’s about time y/n let loose for once. She always used to get so worked up at parties, knowing Matthew was going to be there and she’d tell the boys she wanted to leave before it ever got any fun. But this time, she wasn’t going to let a boy ruin her fun. She was here now, she looked bomb and was having fun with some of the girls from her class.

“Y/N!” Lydia’s voice shrieked once more as she joined y/n on the dance floor with a red cup in her hand while the other landed on the back of y/n’s neck, pulling her in to kiss her on the cheek. “You know I love you, right?”

Y/N glanced over at Bobby, who was keeping an eye out for Lydia from a few feet away.

“I tried to give her soda,” he shrugged. Y/N rolled her eyes as an amused smile made its way to her cheeks. “It’s your best friend,” he added with his hands raised in defense.

Y/N reached out and grabbed Bobby’s wrist, pulling him into the group to dance. He was hesitant at first, but eventually gave in and sang along to the song at the top of his lungs while supporting Lydia in a dance.

Soon, Reggie and Alex had joined the group too, and y/n just knew tonight would be amazing. All she ever needed were her friends, some good music and booze.

“Having fun, sweetheart?” Y/N’s skin crawled upon hearing the voice and feeling the familiar hands on her waist. That amazing night did not include him.

She stopped moving all together and stepped away from him, only for him to pull her closer.

“Let go, Matt!” she yelled and tried to step away again. He twirled her around, leaving his hands firmly on her waist. His bright blue eyes looked down at her with that familiar smile of his playing at his lips. A smile that used to make her heart swell now felt like a violation.

“Ah, you still remember the sound of my voice,” he cooed. One hand came up to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. “I’ve missed you, y/n. I know we broke up, but I realize now that it was a mistake. We’re perfect for each other…”

Y/N almost melted as the words reached her ears until she was reminded by the past they shared. Until she was reminded of what he’d done to her and how much it had hurt. All the pain and sadness suddenly came back to her. She was feeling all of it again.

She took a step back, finally freeing herself from his claws. She said, “Don’t.” Her eyes were dark and angry, her face stoic. A whole new side of y/n Matthew had never seen before. As he muttered her name, he took a step closer, wanting to hold her in his arms again. “Don’t take another step in my direction,” she said, now a lot firmer than before. “Don’t ever think you can apologize your way back into my arms, Matt.”

The commotion had grabbed everyone’s attention so much so that even the music had stopped abruptly. Luke got up from leaning against the wall with a girl pinned against it, when he heard y/n’s voice raise, while her other friends perked up too.

“Please, y/n… You’re the only person I ever loved. You’re the only person I still love.”

Y/N scoffed at this and shook her head in disbelief while kissing her teeth. “Do you think I’m naive, Matt?” Matt looked up at her, pleadingly. “You really think I’d fall for your lies? After everything we’ve been through? After everything you’ve done to me?” She didn’t care who was watching, she needed to get the monologue she’d thought of in the shower out of her system. It’s now or never.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, y/n… I thought we broke up as friends?”

A collective gasp fell over the whole entire room, followed by the usual whispers.

“Yeah, we did. Until I found out you already had your tongue down Sam’s throat the day after. The day after, Matt! I know you were seeing her and so many other girls while we were dating. I hear the whispers too, you know? And I thought, I really thought you were speaking the truth when you told me none of the whispers were true.” Her voice wavered, but she took a deep breath and bit back the tears. She had to stay strong.

“Fine, the rumors were true, but so what, y/n?! The whispers about you were true, too!” The volume of his voice grows, his tone sharper, firmer. Back when they were dating, y/n got scared whenever the volume of his voice rose, but not this time.

Y/N shook her head, her tongue gliding over her teeth. “You hear whispers from people around you, saying I slept with Luke when you know damn well that Luke’s like my brother and we don’t look at each other that way. When you hear whispers, you have to scream and you’re screaming at me for being disloyal when the only one who was ever loyal in our relationship was me. I know about whispers, Matt. I saw the way you looked at my sister. At Alexis. At Amber. At Sam. So don’t you dare say I was ever the only one you loved. Because you, Matthew, don’t love anyone or care about anyone but yourself.”

Luke jammed his hands into his pockets as he listened to y/n’s words. Even though they hurt, he couldn’t help but feel proud of her for standing up to her oppressor. He watched as y/n said her final words before running up the stairs, leaving everyone confused and in a humble of even more rumors and whispers. Shaking his head, he followed y/n upstairs, finding her on the balcony at the end of the hallway.

“So, you finally did it, huh?” His voice made her jump slightly, but she calmed down straight away when realizing it was just him. “Your monologuing in the mirror paid off.” He went to stand next to her, leaning against the concrete enclosure.

Y/N wiped the tears away with the back of her hand, chuckling. Of course Luke would know she’d been practicing in her mirror. This had been brewing for a while and now that it was finally out in the open, lingering in the air in that living room down there, she didn’t know if she should feel relieved or scared.

“Hey,” Luke nudged her with his shoulder, shooting a small smile, “I’m proud of you.”

Her lips curled up into a smile before she wrapped both arms around his bicep, her head resting against his shoulder as she took a deep breath. “I can’t believe I said all of that in there,” she chuckled.

“Yeah, me neither,” said Luke and he pressed a kiss to her hair before laying his head down on hers. “Did you see Matt’s face though? He was genuinely scared of you just then.”

Y/N scoffed and let go of him, making her way to the small bench in the corner of the small terrace. “I doubt he was scared of me. What he was, was shocked because I never talked back to him whenever we fought.”

Luke turned around, but kept leaning against the fence, crossing his arms. “I’m glad you finally did. That asshole needed to know that what he was doing wasn’t cool. He needed to know that that’s not how you treat a woman.”

Y/N raised her eyebrow at him, leaning back on her hands. “And you know how to treat a woman.” Luke wasn’t sure if it was a question or a statement, so he didn’t answer straight away. He mulled over a good answer as he walked up to her, taking a seat next to her on the bench, their shoulders touching.

"You know how I’d treat a woman?” he asked.

“Please, enlighten me,” she replied.

Luke inhaled deeply before the words poured out of him like he’d been the one monologuing this in front of his mirror. “I would treat her like a goddess. I would build her temples out of words and love and affection. I would make sure she was happy and satisfied before my own needs were fulfilled. I’d write songs to her and she’d be my muse for my music. I would build empires of paragraphs, castles of melodies inspired by her. I would flood her senses with words and make sure she knew all of that was for her. I would build her a whole new world. I’d grant her a universe filled with words and music of love.”

Y/N let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. “Woah, Patterson…” Luke shrugged and offered her a shy smile before looking out into the dark night in front of them. “Careful or you’ll make me fall in love with you.”

“That’s the intention,” he muttered, but his words were overpowered by Lydia’s shrieking.

“Here you are!” she yelled, then turned her head to someone inside. “Bobbers! I found our love birds!” She turned her head to the two on the bench and smiled. “Come on, you guys! There’s a party downstairs! We need to celebrate y/n’s greatest victory ever!”

“We can dip if you don’t wanna go back out there,” Luke told her as she stood up.

“I think I’ll be okay,” she smiled thankfully at him before reaching out her hand for him to take. “Come on, let’s get jiggy!” Luke smirked before gently placing his hand in hers and letting her pull him up to his feet.

Together, the two of them followed Lydia and Bobby back downstairs to the party, their fingers laced together as they made their way through the crowd. As if on cue, the people started to whisper again as they passed, but y/n didn’t care. She had her best friends with her, she just stood up to her ex-boyfriend, and she found out her best friend was a feminist. There’s no better night than that. She was not going to let it get ruined by a few whispers.

For the rest of the night, y/n danced and partied with her friends until the sun came up again and it was time to head home. Like every other party night, the six of them ended up in Bobby’s garage. Luke and y/n snuggled up on his couch, Bobby and Lydia in a sleeping bag together, and Reggie and Alex spooning on an air mattress.

Can’t get more perfect than that.

New week, fresh start, people always said. Y/N used to think of it as bullshit, but this time around, she could actually feel it. She felt refreshed, as if a whole new world opened up to her. As if she’d started a new chapter, nay, a new book. One with a happy continuation. One without Matt.

Monday also meant practice after school. For all of them. The football team had practice out on the field while the sprint relay team ran around it and the cheerleaders practiced on the sidelines. It was the one extracurricular they did together without actually doing it together.

“Hey, y/n…” a voice she recognized as Sam’s made her look away from the boys on the football field. Her voice sounded ambivalent, which confused y/n as the girl would normally be chirpy and cheery.

“Hey, Sam. ‘Sup?” y/n gathered her long hair in both hands and tied it up at the top of her head with a bright pink scrunchie.

“I just--I wanted to apologize for what I did…” she mumbled, her eyes cast on her fidgeting finger. Y/N had never seen her teammate like this. The otherwise lively sport nut now sounded guilty and like the light had been snuffed out of her. “I knew you and Matt were together and I still let him…” she trailed off as though saying the words would make them true.

Y/N flinched at the mention of the boy’s name. She had hoped it wouldn’t have been brought up and besides the occasional whisper she’d caught during lunch, the objective had been quite successful. Until now.

“I really don’t wanna talk about him right now, Sam,” y/n muttered, and when she looked up at Sam, she knew she had to say something to ease the girl’s mind. “But this wasn’t your fault. Matt should’ve not tried anything with you. He was the disloyal one, he was the one that cheated on me, not you.” A teasing grin played at y/n’s lips when she continued, “You know, unless you’re gonna tell me now you doped yourself up for practice and are gonna make me lose.”

Sam worriedly looked up, but when she noticed the grin on y/n’s face, she immediately calmed down and couldn’t help but laugh.

She shook her head, “No, I’m no cheater.”

Y/N’s lips curled up into a smile as she grabbed Sam’s hand and squeezed it, letting her know the two are on good terms. Nothing should ever break up the team, especially not a boy.

“She's talking about you, y/n?”

Speak of the devil…

Y/N turned around to where the voice came from, finding a tense Matt in front of her. She should’ve known there was no way of avoiding him all day today.

“I knew you were lying to me. I knew you and Patterson were a thing and you cheated on me with him.” His voice resounded across the entire area, attracting everyone’s attention with the sudden commotion.

The football team stopped their exercise half-way, much to the coach’s dismay, and the cheerleaders broke up their human pyramid to find out what was going on. Luke, Bobby and Lydia were the only ones of each team to give incentive to the rest of the team to walk up to the ex-couple fighting.

“And you just kept on guilting me because I was the only one to be disloyal,” Matt grunted, shaking his head in disbelief. “I heard the whispers, y/n. I heard what happened the other night!”

Y/N’s eyebrows rose, unimpressed at his outburst. “What did you hear this time, Matthew?”

“You and Patterson getting dirty on the balcony at Bryan’s party!” he spat, and drops of saliva actually found their way to y/n’s face. She kissed her teeth before wiping her cheek with one forceful finger.

“Have you learned nothing, asshole?!” y/n shouted. She wasn’t going to keep her cool anymore. Ever since Friday, she learned that she was able to stand up to herself, no matter how scary Matt could get.

She stepped forward, erasing the space between the two as they stood chest-to-chest. Seeing this, Luke halted and averted his eyes. He thought this situation would actually give him a hand at finally asking y/n out for real, but it seemed like the two were about to make up.

“Didn’t you learn about whispers being just that, whispers? Nothing happened between Luke and me. Not when we were dating, not at Alexis’ party. And the fact that you even dare to insinuate I would be capable of cheating just shows once more that you don’t know me and you don’t care about me.” She pressed her index finger to his chest harshly. “You are a selfish, self-indulgent prick who doesn’t deserve all the wonderful women that have thrown themselves at you. You don’t deserve anything and--” y/n flinched as she watched his hand come up and two hands pulled her away from Matt.

“Patterson, stay out of this,” Matt growled. Y/N opened her eyes at the mention of her best friend’s name, finding him between her and her ex now. As she turned her head, Bobby was standing behind her, his hands on her shoulder.

Matt turned back to Y/N, the growl persistent on his face. “No,” Luke said, capturing Matt’s attention once more.

“No?” His voice was abrasive, a tone y/n had gotten used to over the years.

“No,” Luke repeated. He glanced back at y/n before jamming his hands into his trousers and looking at Matt again. Though Luke was a lot smaller than the broad, tall teenager in front of him, his confidence was twice the size of the other footballer. “Technically, you’re pinning me down as a home wrecker, so you pretty much pulled me into this yourself.”

Y/N raised her eyebrows at the new-found confidence. Luke was cocky and flirty around girls, but he’d never been this overly confident version of himself towards his teammates. It was refreshing to see this entirely different side from her best friend.

“Well, yeah, because she clearly did cheat on me with you. Why else would you guys be fooling around after her little outburst to me?” The overconfidence Matt normally carried had now washed away. He hadn’t seen this side of the quarterback yet either.

Luke let out an airy laugh, and retorted, “Yeah, well, see, that’s where you’re wrong.” He tilted his head ever so slightly, his green eyes looking up at the big, burly footballer. “There’s this misconception about our relationship, you see? Y/N and I are the best of friends, and I get it we’d look super hot together as a couple, but the sad truth is -- well, sad for me -- that Y/N has always been too busy being loyal to an asshole like you to see that. So, despite popular belief, y/n and I are just the best of friends and she deserves the world, more even, she deserves a whole-ass new universe. Which is something you can’t give her.”

Y/N stared at her best friend in awe. She had never seen this side of him but she couldn’t say she disliked it. In fact, there was this attractiveness about an overconfident Luke defending her against her ex-boyfriend. And reciting the words in her mind, she realized something she hadn’t seen before. Luke was in love with her and he’d tried to tell her so many times before, but she took it as harmless flirting.

Moreover, y/n realized she was in love with her best friend too.

“But you, Matthew McSomething,” y/n chuckled at Luke’s name dig at the Scottish boy, especially with the added bonus of an attempt at a Scottish accent, “You are too self-indulgent to even give her a fraction of a world. So, unless you can actually give her more than that, stay away from her…”

“Or what?” Matt snarled.

“I’ll put you on the bench for the rest of the season. And we all know you can only get the girls when you’re on the field, don’t we?”

Matt’s eyes widened at Luke’s words as the panic set in. Matthew McGregor was nothing on the bench. Even worse, he was less than nothing. On the bench, he’d get associated with Bruce Frederickson, coach’s nephew who was just there because he was family and not because he was actually good at football.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Luke murmured and then turned to the coach, who, too, had joined in the drama. “I think we can hit the showers now, can’t we, coach?” The tall man nodded his head slowly, unsure about what had just happened to his star player. He’d only ever got this confident on the field, never off. Even the coach knew that.

As all teams dispersed, y/n grabbed a hold of her favorite cheerleader’s arm, pulling her aside while Luke and Bobby walked away. They didn’t even notice y/n’s panicked rush.

“Lyds, I think I’m in love with my best friend,” she whispered. Her eyes were wide, her tone hurried and filled with panic. The strawberry blonde’s lips curled up into a grin as she patted her best friend’s hair.

“Oh, we know, sweetie…” she said, confusing y/n even more, “It’s about time you admitted it.” Y/N rolled her eyes and shook her head as she anxiously played around with the friendship bracelet around Lydia’s wrist.

“I’ve been dreaming about my knight in shining armour since I was ten, Lyds. I never thought I would find it in my best friend. My best friend, Lydia!” The girl let out an endeared laugh as she tucked a flyaway behind the other girl’s ear.

“I know, sweetie.” Her hand landed on y/n’s cheek and her thumb gently swiped across the skin. “Now, go! Tell him!”

“Yeah! Right! Right!” she vigorously nodded her head, but she didn’t move a muscle.

“Y/N… You’re gonna have to move if you wanna go and talk to him.”

Y/N opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out, so she shut it again. “Right, yeah…” she swallowed a lump as the fear sank in. She had never had to tell her best friend she had feelings for him. All of this was new to her. How does one even confess that?

“Sweetie, you can do this, okay? Just follow your gut.” Lydia’s tone was stern, but it was exactly what y/n needed to hear. “Like how you don’t calculate your moves on the track, but you just go! Like Gail Devers!” The mention of y/n’s absolute favorite athlete made her look up.

“Gail Devers was actually very meticulous,” she corrected her best friend’s metaphor.

Lydia deadpanned, “Not the point, y/l/n.” She placed her hands on y/n’s shoulders and turned her around, pushing her towards the field. “Now go! Shoo!” She waved her hands in a dismissive manner, and after one more hurried look, y/n sprinted across the field. “Atta girl!” she heard Lydia yell before making her way into the school, through corridors until she reached the boy’s locker room where Bobby had just walked out of.

The boy glanced at her, and when he realized what she was there for, he nodded his head towards the closed door, giving her permission to go inside. He said, “He’s the last one in.”

Y/N kissed Bobby on the cheek before opening the door. She was met with the stench of sweat and deodorant, but it didn’t phase her. Not today. The girl was on a mission.

She weaved through the rows of lockers until she found him standing near a bench, zipping up his trusty black jeans, shirtless. Her eyes scanned his entire physique from head to to toe until she realized she was actually checking out her best friend in a way she hadn’t done before.

“Y/N?”

For a second, she tried to calculate her next move, but then decided to throw it all overboard, and instead marched up to him. She grabbed his face with both hands and brought him down to meet her lips. His breath hitched in his throat before melting into the kiss and bringing his hands up to her waist, pulling her closer into him.

“Give me that whole-ass universe,” she muttered as they pulled away to come up for air. Luke huffed, a relieved smile pulling at his lips. This was what he’d been dreaming of for so long; kissing her, holding her, cherishing her.

“I thought you’d never ask,” he replied before kissing her again. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for ages,” he added, his words disappearing into her mouth.

“Oh, I know.”

With the same words their friendship started, started a whole new chapter in their lives and their relationship. Everything would change now, but neither of them cared. They were granted a whole new universe.

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Pink Bubblegum and Platform Boots

Pairing: Shane ‘Dio’ Morrissey/Reader

Word Count: 2,756

Warnings: None

Dio was a bad boy. A goth, as some would say. He’s proud of it, proud of his leather and spike studded aesthetic. The litany of tattoos and piercings. So of course, when he falls in love, he expects someone like him. He does not expect to fall head over platform heels in love with the pink Lolita princess who lives in the apartment next door

Dio Morrissey was not a kind guy. He was tough and silent and a definite lone wolf. His entire aesthetic was grimoires and black and leather. He was tattooed and pierced and never smiled. He was not a good person, and he knew that.

Yet, there was one bright spot in his otherwise shadowed life.

His neighbor.

You were his literal opposite. A cutesy, pastel pink, lace covered lolita. From what he could tell, you were as sweet as your wardrobe, always saying hello to everyone in the building as you headed to work. Every day seemed to be amazing for you, and you always wore a bright smile.

Everything you did was sickeningly sweet. You were everything he told himself he hated. Pastels and colors and sunshine.

So of course, Dio was absolutely in love with you.

“Dio! Earth to Dio!” Raven said, waving her hand in front of his face as he watched his neighbor come into the building. “Fuck! What’s up with you?”

Her gaze followed his, smirking when she realized what he was staring at. “Oh? Is little Dio in love?”

“Dio’s in what?” Ace said, coming back onto the balcony with beers. “I swear you just said the L word.”

“I did!” Raven said eagerly, kicking her feet and grinning slyly at Dio. “What’s her name?”

“I don’t fucking know,” Dio grumbled into his beer bottle, outright lying because of course he knew your name. “And I don’t know because I’m not in love with her!”

Raven and Ace looked at each other and both broke out into laughter.

That night, when Dio was escorting his friends out of his apartment, the door next to his opened up.

Immediately, both Ace and Raven lit up. “Is that her?”

Dio swore, seeing you coming out of your apartment, walking towards the elevator. Which meant you had to pass Dio and his friends.

“Hey Dio,” you said sweetly, waving and walking past.

Dio simply sighed, realizing exactly what was about to happen now. “Hey. Heading out?”

You nodded, pushing the elevator button as Dio and his friends got closer. “Yeah. The local fabric barn is having a huge sale on their deadstock stuff. I wanna get out there before the sun goes down.”

“Huh.” Dio nodded, giving Ace a death glare as he smiled. “Sounds fun.”

“It is!” You said eagerly, adjusting your adorable lavender dress as you walked onto the elevator, followed by Dio and his friends. “I bet you could find some good stuff there. I saw a beautiful tarot card fabric last time I went.”

Raven perked up at that. “Really?”

“Yeah.” Just like that, you were pulling your phone out to show Raven the fabric, her immediately gushing over how nice it was.

“If I see it there today, I’ll get you some,” you said, pocketing your phone as the elevator reached the ground floor.

Ace and Raven waved as they left, leaving you and Dio alone outside the elevator.

“Are you heading out too?” You asked Dio, looking curiously at him.

“Wasn’t planning on it,” Dio grumbled, trying his best to keep his reputation intact. It was so hard not to let himself, the real him, out when talking to you.

You smiled. “That’s okay. Have a good night Dio!”

As you walked away, Dio battled his emotions for all of twenty seconds before running after you. “Wait!”

“Hm?” You turned, skirt swinging and head tipping ever so slightly. “Yeah?”

Dio stopped, suddenly hesitant. But he wasn’t the kind of guy who backed down from anything. “Can I come with you? Fabric shopping, that is.”

Almost instantly, you lit up. “Of course! Come on!”

You two made for a very odd pair heading down the street, Dio’s dark leather and metal studded aesthetic a complete opposite from your pastel sweets and soft ribbon look. Yet, you matched in a very odd way, like two puzzle pieces. Especially when, upon coming up on a busy crosswalk, you anxiously took his hand, almost causing poor Dio to combust. His rings were cold on your skin, but his hand itself was nice and warm.

When you finished crossing the street, you didn’t drop Dio’s hand, merely continuing to walk with him, connected by your interlaced fingers. He didn’t tug away, despite the feeling of complete anxiety in his chest.

Of course, the fabric shop finally showed up, and you eagerly pulled Dio inside. It was a maze, with tall shelves full of bolts of fabric and smaller shelves stacked with containers of buttons and ribbons and threads.

“So what are you looking for?” Dio asked, looking at the employee who was staring at him.

“I don’t know,” you said happily, heading towards the pastel fabrics. “That’s the point! I have a budget but no plan. I just wanna see what catches my eye.”

Dio followed after you, very much like a lost puppy, as you hummed and looked over the messily stacked fabric bolts. You found a few you liked, humming as you took pictures and continued on.

Eventually, Dio got so uncomfortable that you actually noticed. “Why don’t you go traverse the black fabrics,” you said softly, tugging on his sleeve. “See if you can find that tarot bolt I was talking about.”

Dio gladly left the bright colors and shuffled through the dark blacks, occasionally finding something interesting.

Eventually, you found him, a bag in hand full of fabrics. “Hey. Find anything good?”

Dio shrugged. He had found the tarot fabric, which he showed you, and he hesitantly showed off another fabric bolt he found. It wasn’t black, but a deep navy, printed with beautiful silver stars and thin lines to create constellations. “This is nice.”

“It is,” you agreed softly, taking the loose fabric end and smiling. “It’s very nice. Perfect dress making fabric.”

You snapped a photo of it before walking off, Dio following you to the ribbon and lace section. You hummed to yourself, picking out a few different things. A roll of white lace, a few different ribbons in various colors and sizes, two packs of pearly white buttons. It was a hodgepodge of items, but you didn’t mind.

“I’m gonna go have a smoke,” Dio said to you at one point. “Meet you outside.”

“Yep.” You examined a roll of lace, looking up at Dio and smiling. “I’m almost done. Might need a few more things, but I shouldn’t be any longer than fifteen minutes.”

Dio left, leaving you to eagerly pick out a few items for your next big project. A roll of delicate black lace, two ribbons in black and navy, a few black buttons, and the most important part. The navy constellation fabric.

You paid for the items and left, seeing Dio waiting just outside. He put his cigarette out and began to walk beside you, instinctively grabbing your hand as you two came up on the busy crosswalk again.

“Find everything you needed?” He finally asked, squeezing your hand to grab your attention.

“Mhm!” You hummed happily. “And some things I didn’t, but that’s okay.”

By the time you had reached the apartment building, it was well after dark. Dio insisted on walking you to your door, despite your laughter infused attempt to remind him that you were neighbors.

“I’ll see you around Dio,” you said, opening your door and slipping inside.

Dio smiled, actually smiled, at you. “Yeah. See you around.”

You two did much more than that. Next time Raven visited Dio, she insisted upon seeing you, which meant that you were now settled upon Dio’s old ass couch, chatting away with Raven. You were a huge contrast to the entire apartment, in your pretty pink skirt with merry-go-round ponies on the bottom and the characteristic petticoat underneath it.

Eventually, when Dio went out onto the balcony to have a cigarette, Raven turned to you, her eyes alight. “He really likes you.”

“Dio?” You peered at the balcony, where Dio was leaning against the rail, a cigarette hanging off his lips. “He’s my neighbor.”

Raven snorted. “Honey, that boy is head over ridiculously large platform heels in love with you.”

Now it was your turn to make a noise of disbelief. “No he isn’t.”

“Yeah, he is.” Raven put a hand on your knee, smiling. “Let me tell you. Dio is not a going out kind of guy. But he went on and on about your fabric shopping date for almost half an hour that night. He genuinely enjoyed it.”

You were quiet. “He enjoyed it?”

“Hell yeah he did!” Raven said happily. “I haven’t seen Dio that happy about being out since, well, ever.”

Dio chose that moment to return, settling in a chair and looking between you and Raven. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing!” Raven said, leaning back. “Hey, how’s that skirt coming along?”

You perked up, telling Raven all about the tarot skirt you were making for her.

“All I need to do is put the elastic in and it should be done!” You finished after a few minutes. “You can come pick it up whenever, I’ll probably finish tonight.”

Raven promised to come get the skirt next time she visited Dio. You waved, watching her leave.

“So,” you said, standing and adjusting your skirt. “I’ll see you soon?”

Dio stood as well, coming over to your side. “Yeah. Soon.”

“Perfect!” You grinned, taking his hands and looking down at them. You pressed a finger into a small tattoo he had on the back of one hand, feeling his pulse jump beneath your skin. “I’ve been meaning to go back out and grab more fabrics. Think you’ll be up for it?”

Dio shrugged. “Sure.”

Which was how your monthly fabric dates became a thing. The monthly outings turned quickly into weekly dates, mostly at one of your apartments. When you were alone, it was like you had a completely different Dio. He smiled, leaning across your countertops to take cookies from you. He went on and on about Ancient Greek mythology, a childlike wonder to his voice. He was touchy and cuddly and although he was definitely still the stubborn goth who lived next door, he was no longer as guarded and emotionless. By that time, you were no longer neighbors. No longer friends. Your relationship was beyond that. Not quite lovers, but not not lovers either.

About a year after you two started to go out, Dio got super lonely one night. It was Friday, one night before date night, but he needed you. Needed to be beside you.

He trailed over to your apartment after some consideration, knocking hesitantly. You opened the door after a few seconds, grinning brightly upon seeing Dio. “Hey Dio! What’s up?”

Dio hesitated. You’d changed out of the frilly, baby blue dress and fluffy petticoat you’d worn to work, abandoning it for a pair of white overall shorts with a soft pink shirt underneath. Sometimes he forgot you weren’t always wearing those dresses. “Uh. Can I come in?”

It was an odd question. Dio never asked to come in. You usually had to ask him, and even then it took some pestering. “Of course. C’mere.”

Dio shuffled in, kicking off his boots and dropping almost two inches, making you smile. “So. What brings you to my apartment?”

“I dunno,” Dio mumbled, standing awkwardly in your entryway.

You smiled, coming closer and taking Dio’s hands. You slowly traced each tattoo he had, taking special interest in the one on the back of his hand, between his thumb and forefinger, as usual. “Lonely?”

“In a way.”

You tugged him further into the apartment. “Take your coat off Dio. I wanna show you something.”

Dio followed you, hanging his coat up on the coat rack as he went. You pushed open the door to a spare bedroom, only it wasn’t a bedroom. It was a sewing room.

Every inch of the room was covered in colorful fabric and delicate lace. Half finished projects littered the various surfaces, the most prominent a mess of beautiful pastel purple fabric piled up next to the sewing machine. But what caught Dio’s eye was the mostly finished dress on the dress form in the corner.

The dress itself was darker than anything Dio had ever seen you wear. A rich royal navy studded with faded silver stars, connected by thin lines of thread to make constellations. The dress would be knee length on you, with a layer of black lace around the bottom and the characteristic petticoat underneath, also in black. You’d layered a frilly black shirt underneath the dress as well, the long sleeves and silky ribbons doing terrible things to Dio’s imagination.

“So?” You asked hesitantly. “What do you think?”

Dio was dead silent, unable to form the thoughts into words. “Is it done?”

“Almost,” you said, turning the dress form around and showing Dio the collection of black metal loops on the back. “I have to finish putting the loops on, then it’ll be done.”

Dio stepped closer, running a hesitant hand over the fabric. “Is this?”

“That fabric we found when we went shopping? Yeah.”

Dio froze, hand still on the fabric. “I didn’t know you bought it.”

“I did,” you said, coming up behind him, wrapping him in a hug and pressing a cheek in between his shoulder blades. “I wanted to surprise you.”

Speechless, Dio melted into your embrace, turning around so you could tuck your head into his chest. You smiled, humming softly. “You’re a good man Dio Morrissey. I hope you know that.”

That was the last straw. You felt Dio’s chest heave, and with a slight shock, you realized Dio was crying.

“Oh,” you murmured, reaching up and wiping away his tears. “Oh Dio. Hey, it’s okay. Look at me, there you go. It’s okay.”

Dio took a stuttering breath, hugging you close. “I love you,” he stammered between breaths. “I love you so fucking much.”

You smiled, wrapping Dio in a hug and smoothing a hand up and down his back. “I love you too Dio.”

Just like that, it became official. Your date the next day was a real date, out to the park and then dinner. You eagerly finished up the star dress, getting dressed and ready while Dio waited outside your bathroom.

“Dio!” You called, arms aching as you let them fall to your sides. “Dio! Come here!”

The door opened, Dio’s face poking through the crack. “Yeah?”

“Lace me up?” You asked, showing him the back of the dress, which was shut with a zipper, but was cinched at the waist with a ribbon in a very corset-esque fashion. The only problem? You couldn’t lace it yourself.

Dio was completely frozen in the doorway, his eyes going up and down and up and down as he processed your outfit and how you looked. It took a solid two minutes before he responded. “You look amazing.”

“Thank you,” you said with a laugh. “Now c’mon. Don’t be afraid to squeeze me into this dress,” you said, handing Dio the silky black ribbon that matched the ones on your shirt.

He expertly threaded the ribbon, taking his time and definitely not hesitating to pull on the ribbon to really fit the dress to you.

“Thanks!” You said once he was done, turning to the makeup scattered across the bathroom. “Now. The fun part.”

Dio watched with pure curiosity as you put your makeup on. It was all okay until the colorful stuff, at which point he stopped you before you made a horrible mistake.

“How about I do this part?” He said, taking the brush and tapping the excess powder into the sink. “Close your eyes.”

You did as he asked, giggling when he took your face with one hand to steady you. “God your hands are huge.”

Dio smiled. “Mhm. And yours aren’t.”

More laughter echoed through the bathroom, and Dio paused in the makeup so you could laugh.

“Okay,” you said, finally straightening. “We’re gonna be late. Let’s hurry up.”

Ten minutes later, Dio had perfected your makeup, and you loved it. Lacing up your black shoes and adjusting your black socks, you looped an arm with Dio’s and walked towards the elevator together.

“So,” you finally said once you two had reached the park. “Dio Morrissey. The biggest, baddest boy on the block, has fallen in love with the resident princess. How the hell does that happen?”

Dio shrugged, putting an arm around you. “I dunno. But I’m glad it did.”

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