#anywho I hope you guys enjoy my ramblings about them :]]

[melit0n]

How I feel making Sleep Token analysis posts

[mbirnsings-71]

Well I bamboozled myself okay- At some point I'm gonna have to make a master post of my silly AU,,,, when I write the fic I'll do that okay- so hello @transmcytshowdown and welcome to the aspects of how your poll made me think more about other characters and their genders in my silly Wedding planner!Grian x Florist!Scar AU! otherwise known as the WAaDW au or "What about a desert wedding?" Au! But wait! I should probably explain what this au is first!

The basic premise of the au is that Grian is a wedding planner and helping plan Ren & Martyn's wedding, and in the process meets Florist!Scar and they just have a romcom little falling in love story (with an occasional bit of angst here and there)!

I really need to write it so badly because my two friends have gotten the rambles about it and they can confirm I have A LOT of thoughts about it (the planning doc for it is 31 pages long. 13k words. this is THE PLANNING DOC. NOT THE ACTUAL FIC.)

All my stuff is under the cut cause uhhh it's a lot I've been planning this au for maybe close to a month now? and I still haven't nearly drawn everything I wanted to for it- Also for context everyone is human in this au even though I drew scar with elf ears because I was getting used to drawing him still okay okay-

The List:

Tango? Hella Transmasc- the propaganda hit me too hard- photographic proof down below for the Tango. Also that propaganda about him having a dysphoria hoodie? could not stop thinking about it tbh-

Scott? He/They and vaguely apathetic about his gender but also does not want to be referred to with she/her pronouns. Just he is not Cis and like I'll also show proof of him through his lovecore design and my flower husbands doodle I have for him-

Cleo? She/They pronoun haver and literally identifies with the nonbinary flag irl that's literally just like me I can't misgender them ever that's literally me.

Cub? Agender and sooooo Gender Apathetic it hurts- Could call him anything and he'd just be chill with it he doesn't have time to worry about gender- (sadly I have no proof for him- I need to get on drawing him-)

Honestly considering Trans Skizz cause of the recent poll and I'm gonna do it cause god I need to draw that man and Skizz and Tango's friendship means a lot to me-

Joel? The polls have now convinced me he is transmasc and Lizzie can and will psps at him sillily cause that's her silly man.

Etho? the most pathetic wet cat of a they/he ever- probably also very apathetic about his gender-

Some Honorable mentions are Scar and Grian ofc because while they aren't Trans in my AU they do give off gender vibes so badly it hurts- Like I literally let Scar have all the gender and I will also show that down below cause he is the one I draw the most for my AU- Also Lizzie but she is not trans in my AU but gives off gender soooo well that yeah no!

Tango proof:

Scott proof:

Scar Proof:

Grian proof:

Joel Proof:

Cleo proof:

Etho Proof:

(there is a Cleo in that second image but I need to redraw her sooo badly-)

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

Howdy, Syn! Hope you’re doing well. I’ve got a fun little ask for you:

If you’ve got some spare time on your hands, I was wondering if there was a little (non-spoilery) detail in—well, any of your stories, I’m obsessed with all of them—that you really enjoy but don’t think anyone’s picked up on yet. If there is, I’d love to hear any ramblings on it 👀

Have a good one!

This ask is ages old but I’m working on chipping away at my backlog little by little. Since I’m in a pez dispenser debris kick right now, let’s look at that.

I honest to God can’t remember if I’ve discussed this before, so sorry if it’s redundant, but one of the main points of pez dispenser debris is that the conflict is Man v. Self to the exclusion of all else.

Like, to an extent, there’s a secondary conflict of Man v. Society, but that 1) primarily (but not entirely) exists in Izuku’s past and 2) feeds into the Man v. Self conflict by being the primary driver behind both Izukus’ actions.

I decided to eschew any kind of genuine conflict between Izuku and the people in his life because I didn’t for a second want the narrative to get confused by considerations about whether it was safe to have told his loved ones about his past.

I very easily could have chosen to explore a plot line where the people around him feel betrayed or question him. At the very least, Mirio could have had a moment of “what the fuck, man, I’ve spent my whole career being looked down on as the world’s Quirkless hero and you didn’t think to fucking mention you grew up Quirkless?”

Close to the entire class has been vulnerable with him. Todoroki told him about being abused his entire childhood. He knows about Uraraka’s financial traumas. Iida nearly killed that guy the one time. Kirishima made him look at that suspicious bump in the unfortunate place.

These are kids who have spent the past three years in the trenches together. They’ve been in actual, life or death scenarios since the age of 14-15, and the only thing that they could count on was each other. And then here they are, at the very end of it all, and they find out that the guy they’ve been trusting with their back the whole time seemingly didn’t trust them enough to tell them a single detail of his life before they met him.

They could have been a little more conflicted about the revelation. At the very least, they could have questioned deeper how their friend went from 0 Quirks to a suspicious amount of Quirks when they spent their entire time at school with Guy Whose Entire Thing Is Transferring Quirks And Like. Trying to Murder Kids Who Are Specifically Them took personal issue with every single field trip they’ve ever had.

But every single outside POV is like “obviously we can trust him. It’s Midoriya. Anywho I will now be questioning my own character because he can’t be the problem so it must be me.”

If I explored plot points like that, it would have divided the conflict’s attention between Man v. Self and Man v. Man. The plot would have to devote time and focus to resolving Izuku’s issues with his loved ones and regaining their trust, and that would have detracted from a major theme of this fic, which is that this wasn’t about not trusting the people around him. He didn’t tell them because of an internalized issue.

Midoriya trusted his friends with his life. This wasn’t about fear of them rejecting him because he grew up Quirkless. The conflict is with himself.

I also eliminated sources of external conflict by having it all come out to the entire class all at once. I didn’t want to waste plot resources on what Izuku would naturally do in this situation, which is try to hide the little shit by all means necessary and quarantine his very existence. There would be too much time and energy wasted on slowly revealing the truth to select members of the class one by one.

And don’t get me wrong, that could have been an interesting plot—it just wasn’t the one I wanted to write.

This fic is about having to grapple with the part of yourself that is still hurt and angry about it. The part that cannot process the past to the point where you fear it endangers your future. You want your trauma to just go away and not exist anymore, because things are better so it means you shouldn’t have to be them anymore.

The older Izuku wants the younger one to be gone. He wants him to, at the very least, stop talking about what happened in the past and accept the future for how it is, because he doesn’t want to lose what he’s gained. But in doing so he mirrors the denial of self his younger counterpart is being far more explicit about.

Because both versions of Izuku are refusing to believe the other is them.

Young Izuku is doing it in a very literal way. That guy ain’t me. He killed and replaced me. There is absolutely no way I am him. He refuses to accept that there is any version of him who could become like his older self.

But the older Izuku is doing the same thing, just in a less literal sense. Hes almost acting like his old self is somehow legitimately a distinct entity. He slips and says it to Aizawa—stop looking at me like I’m him. The older Izuku wants to just bulldoze over his past and pretend like it doesn’t belong to him, but it just doesn’t work that way.

That’s the conflict I wanted to capture for this fic. Just this absolute refusal to reconcile your past and your future because to do so would require processing the trauma you’ve been through. And so I cauterized off all other sources of conflict, because they’d just detract from what needed to be center stage.

[saltyorio]

• Mourning (Alt! Timeline) •

Haven't updated my blog in over a year, huh? Well, arcane season 2 emotionally destroyed me, and even though I have my fair share of issues, I can not stop thinking about episode seven and the alternative timeline. I am not much of a fan that Vi had to die in said AU to bring true unity between Zaun and Piltover (Heimerdinger helped in that too obviously!) due to the fact the writers themselves have said they grew... tired of Vi in season 2, which led to her being so shafted. I can't help but having that statement leave kind of a bad taste in my mouth but anyways, it is a sad reality but we all know Vi would be more than glad to sacrifice her own life if it meant her family and the people of Zaun could truly live as one. Anyways, sorry about my rambling everyone, here's some family comforting one another because I will now ramble about them in this AU!!!

• I think the general sentiment regarding the family is that Vi was the oldest, Claggor one year younger than Vi, Mylo was 2 years younger than Vi, and obviously Powder was the youngest. Which meant after Vi's death, Claggor would most likely be the next one in charge of being the oldest sibling figure and we know that was NOT fun for him at all.

• Claggor definitely felt immense pressure to be like Vi, as in a caretaker and a leader, but we know he's always preferred to be one to support those he loves quietly from the side. Him and Mylo were forced to mature to take care of Powder and Claggor absolutely was the.. better sibling of the two. Doesn't mean the guy didn't feel any less stress and fear that he could lose another one of his loved ones.

• Again, episode 7 kind of established Powder as the new caretaker since Vander said "what would they do without you" but frankly I think it was a few years after Vi's passing that she decided she wanted to help Claggor take care of things and get some weight off his back, allowing him to focus on his own passion project of cultivating the hybrids as he spoke of in the episode.

• Anyways guys I'm super ill about Claggor and the rest of the family if you guys have like any angsty headcanons make sure to let me know because honestly, the drought was so bad for 3 years, now that he's back I feel myself slowly getting consumed!!!

• Extra! (Oc x Canon) •

Mandatory Xalas and Claggor content because of course I need to add Xalss into things, cue "And Bumblebee!" audio LMFAO. Still not too secure about talking about my OC fully in detail bc OCs aren't that popular in fandom spaces and face a lot of harrassment so.. I'll hold off until now. I just want Claggor to have a certain someone he can go let his worries ease, someone to comfort him while he's busy comforting everyone else.

Anywho, sorry for the long analysis and headcanons, I'm probably going to try getting more comfortable speaking about my own thoughts about this dumb found family that has forever rotted my brain for life. Hope you all enjoy some Claggor content, 10 Claggor fans!!!!

[newtthetranswriter]

A Trail of Notes

Art: Drawn by me.

Paring: Denki Kaminari x Transmasc! Nonbinary! Reader

Word Count: 6461

Summary: As Y/n’s best friend and crush’s birthday approaches, their classmates encourage them to confess to the blonde boy. After deciding secret notes hidden around would be best, the wait and mystery caused tensions to spike and mistakes to be made. Will it end in Y/n’s favor?

Warnings: Talk of needles and shots as reader is on Testosterone, misunderstandings, Sero is a dick in this, implied internalized transphobia (on reader’s part), I think that’s it but let me know if I missed anything

A/n: Starting off with a responding Happy Birthday to my favorite phone charger Denki Kaminari. Anyways this was very self indulgent as one there are not enough Denki fics out there, and there are not enough truly transmasc/nonbinary reader fics. That being said, a lot of the things mentioned about T-shots and feelings about oneself are things from my own experience and therefore may not line up with every trans person’s experience.  Anywho, I hope you enjoy and as always remember to hydrate or diedrate.

   “Come on Y/n, I understand that you’re nervous and don’t want to risk your friendship with him, but if Kaminari is dumb enough to end a life long friendship over some feelings, that’s on him.” Of course it was Minatrying to reason that if admitting my feelings cost us our friendship it was Denki’s fault.

   I sighed leaning back against the frame of her bed. “It’s not that I think he would end the friendship over it. I know he wouldn’t do that. It’s the fact that it would be awkward as hell, plus I know I have zero chance so what's the point in trying?” I explained. 

   I could hear the collective sigh of everyone in the room. The next person to speak up on the topic was Momo “It may look like you have zero chance but have you ever talked to him about his romantic interests or are you just assuming because all you’ve seen him openly show interest in is women?” Of course she would be the voice of reason for this discussion.

  I shook my head no, but before I could argue further, Jiro decided to also give her opinion. “Yamomo and Mina both make valid points. If you haven’t talked about his preferences you can’t assume that you have no chance. And if you do try and things become awkward or you stop being friends, it’s on him. A good friend would hear you out and talk out how things should move forward.” 

  Looking at my three friends I couldn’t help but sigh in defeat. “Why do I ever think you guys will agree with me on this?” I asked with a slight laugh. “I understand what you guys are saying up here,” I said pointing to my head, “but in here I’m terrified of losing the one person who has always been there for me.” I finished pointing at my heart. 

  The comment earned looks of sympathy from the girls of Class A. “Honestly it would be better for you to just tell him so you can get the weight off your chest. And in the worst case scenario we will all be here for you.” Mina offered. There was a pause before she spoke again. “Why not tell him on his birthday?” She suggested now moving from trying to convince me to confess, to brainstorming ideas on how I should confess.

   “What if you like leave a series of notes giving hints to who you are and on his birthday give him the final one confessing who you are?” Hagakure said, her voice as bubbly as always. “It’d be like a little game and you could gauge his reaction to each note and if he figures it out early maybe he’ll confess first.” She rambled on.

   The rest of us couldn’t help but laugh at her giddiness, if we hadn’t been just talking about me you could almost assume she was planning to confess to her own crush. “I mean that could work but how would I get the notes to him. If I’m not gossiping with you guys, I’m hanging out with him. It’s not like I'd have time to slip notes into his bag or locker without him noticing.” I pondered.

   Everyone took a moment to think of a plan. “Hey why don’t you write all the notes and then you can give some to each of us and we can distribute them.” Jiro suggested.

   “Yes we can be like your wing women, placing the notes in places only he can find and with you being his best friend he’ll probably tell you about the notes so you can hear his reactions without him having a clue that you know about it. And then you can give him the final note on his birthday and it’ll be perfect.” It was Mina’s turn to show her excitement over me finally agreeing to admit my feelings to the class's resident phone charger.

   I couldn’t help but smile at my friends and their support. “Thank you guys, I know dealing with me and my self doubt has been a lot. But yeah I like the idea of giving you guys the notes to hide but I’m not getting my hopes up about the outcome. This is just to get it off my chest and if he accepts, great if not, I’ll just have to move on and make one of you help me with my t-shots each week.” I tried to play off my nerves with a slight laugh, before deciding it was time to change topic. “Now enough about me, why don’t we focus back on the real reason we are all crammed in this tiny room and watch some movies.” There was a collective cheer of agreement and with that our night commenced.

   The next day I managed to get a small window of time after classes and training to write my notes. They were simple and didn’t hold enough information to give away who I was right away. The first couple were just stating small things that he does around everyone that I found endearing. In the next ones they were a little more specific and detailed little things he only really did around our friend group. Those were the ones I planned to give the girls to hide, the final note which was being saved for his birthday party at the end of the month, was longer. I wrote out a series of events that led to me figuring out my feelings for him and signed it. With all of the notes ready I put them in my bag and left to give them to Mina to distribute and hide.

  Opening the door to my dorm I did not expect to see Denki standing there ready to knock. “Oh, Denki what’s up?” I asked, moving the bag of love notes out of his line of sight as if he could see through the contents.

  “Well it’s Wednesday so I was going to remind you that it’s shot day.” He explained. “I also would be interested in watching a movie afterwards?” Denki asked with his signature smile.

  I had to fight the urge to just hand him the bag of notes right there. One of the many things I loved about him was his acceptance of who I am and his help with things like reminding me about my T-shot every week. “Thank you for the reminder, and you know I'm always down for movies after my shot. Just let me take this to Mina real quick and then we can get started.” I said moving past him.

   Of course, me mentioning needing to take something to Mina piqued his interest. “Ooo what are you taking to Mina, can I see it?” He asked, trying to grab the bag from my shoulder.

   Gently smacking his hand away I couldn’t help but laugh. “No you can not see it. And before you ask I will not be telling you what it is. Now go get everything ready, I’ll be back in a minute.”

  I watched as Denki sighed before moving into my room. “Fine, keep your secrets. But I will find out.” He said as he began grabbing everything needed for my shot and whatever movie was to follow.

   Letting out a laugh I shut my door, heading to Mina’s room. Reaching the Pink girls door, I knocked quickly. “Here are the things we talked about yesterday. Please don’t put them where just anyone can find them, and if you guys want to hide one or two in his room it’ll be empty for like the next two hours.” I informed getting ready to head back to my room.

  “Wait, how do you know his room will be empty for the next few hours?” She asked, wiggling her eyebrows at me.

   “First if what you’re implying was happening there would be no point in those. And second, it’s shot day and after we do my t-shot we always watch a movie in my room. Now if you don’t mind there is a wild pikachu in my room unattended and I would like for him to not find the final piece of that puzzle.” I explained pointing at the bag in Mina’s hands. She just chuckled and waved me off.

   It took three days for Denki to find the first note. And just like Mina predicted he told me right away that he found it.

   “Y/n you won’t believe what I found in my desk drawer.” He said plopping on the sofa next to me in the common room of Heights Alliance.

  “Was it your brain? I know you’ve been looking for it for a while.” I asked sarcastically, earning a playful shove from the blonde.

   “First rude. Second, no, I think it’s a love letter from a secret admirer.” He began to explain. “Whoever wrote it didn’t sign it but from what they said it’s clear they like me.” The fact that he wasn’t automatically assuming it was a girl gave me just a little bit of hope.

   Knowing that I needed to play along, I kept my face surprised that he would get such a thing. “Are you sure you didn’t write it yourself to brag to Minneta about someone having a crush on you?” I joked, this time earning a small zap from his quirk. “Kidding but what did they say?” I asked for two reasons, one I wanted to know which note he found and two hearing him say it could give away his feelings on it.

   “It says ‘One of your best qualities is how even if your quirk has a setback, you still push your limits to be the best hero you can be. Plus I think you look cute when you short circuit.’ It’s nice to know that someone appreciates me even if my quirk makes me stupid sometimes. They also called me cute so it's a win for me.” There was no denying that the smile on his face was brighter than when we found out we both got into U.A and by chance the same class.

   I got lost in thought admiring his smile, and it seemed he noticed because he zapped me again but this time by poking my nose. “Hey don’t shock my nose. Anyway, It is nice that someone appreciates you even when you’re in dunce mode.” I said poking him in the side. He just rolled his eyes at me. “Jokes aside, who do you think it could be?” I asked playing the game of clueless friend.

   This got him to smile again. “Well from this note there’s no clues as to who it could be, but clearly they have seen me short out. And they had to have had some way to get the note into my room?” He said, tilting his head in thought.

   “With that logic it could literally be anyone. You shorted out during the sports festival so anyone watching would have seen it. As for having access to your room, they could have asked anyone in our class to put it there. So in other words you have like zero leads.” I explained.

   He sighed leaning back against the couch. “You’re right. Damn, maybe they’ll leave me more with better hints as to who they are.” Denki pondered out loud. 

   Before I could ask any more questions, the rest of our class slowly started making their way into the common area. When Denki noticed Kirishima and Sero he jumped up and started bragging to them about his new secret admirer. Jiro, who had also just entered the room, saw the blonde's excitement and took the seat next to me.

   “So I take it he found one.” She whispered to me not wanting to draw any attention to us. I just responded with a small nod. “Well he seems happy about it, what did this one say?” She focused only on checking on me and not the chaos being caused by the slowly growing group of boys jealous over Denki’s note.

   “It’s about his quirk. It says that his admirer likes that even with the set back of it, the fact that he still tries his best to be a hero. It also said that they think he looks cute when he does short circuit.” I explained, talking as if I had I had no clue who wrote it, just in case someone who was unaware of the plan overheard.

  She just nodded. “That’s not a lot to go off of. Does he have any ideas on who it is?” She asked.

  I shock my head. “No, cause anyone who watched the sports festival would have seen him short circuit there, and anyone could have asked any of us to place the note for them.” I told her what I had explained to the blonde. “He did say he hopes that whoever it is leaves more notes for him, so at least it seems like he wants to know who left the note.” I said slightly quieter. 

   It was another two days before Denki brought up his secret admirer again. “I found a couple more notes. One was in my backpack and said ‘your smile is electrifying’, cheesy but shows they have a sense of humor. Then I found one in my locker that says ‘You’re one of the most accepting people I have ever met.’ While neither of these notes really give me any clues as to who they are, clearly I know them.” He explained sitting on the floor of my room, while I tried to do my homework.

  “Well at least you know they are kind if they think you are the most accepting person they have ever met. Too bad they're wrong you are a big bully.” I said clearly joking with him.

  I heard him scoff before he responded. “Fine, see if I help you with your T any more.” I could hear the playfulness in his threat. 

  I decided to play along. “Fine, I'll just have Eijiro help me. I’m sure head be happy to help and he’d actually make fun jokes while we watch movies after.” I said turning to stick my tongue out at the blonde.

  He uncrossed his arms looking at me slightly shocked. “That rock would not be helpful, plus who’s gonna charge your phone when you lose your charger?” Denki joked back. Letting out a laugh, I just nodded in agreement turning back to my homework. Not noticing the way he had begun inspecting the papers stacked on my desk.

  It was about a week before his birthday when the notes were mentioned again. This time we were at lunch with the rest of the Bakussquad, and it was Kirishima who brought them up. “Yo, Kaminari have you found any new love letters from your secret admirer?” He asked across the table.

  His question made everyone turn to look at Denki, well everyone but Mina who shot me a look before joining in on looking at the blonde. “Yeah, I found a couple more.” He said rubbing his hand against the back of his head. It almost seemed like he was suddenly nervous about the topic. 

  “Come on man, tell us what they said this time.” Sero pressed. It seemed that everyone was invested in the Kaminari secret admirer plot. “Have you narrowed it down to what girl likes you?” Sero continued.

  Hearing Sero’s question paired with Denki’s nervousness, caused my heart to deflate slightly. As I turned away from the conversation I made eye contact with Mina, and it was clear she also picked up on the awkwardness of the situation. I just shook my head slightly, looking at my food while still listening to the conversation. 

   “Well I don’t want to assume it's a girl leaving the notes. And also I think I’m going to keep the contents of the notes to myself for a bit while I figure it out.” Denki explained to our curious friends. His decision earned a chorus of groans from the surrounding guys.

   “Come on man, you’re telling me you don’t think some hot chick is leaving you cheesy little love notes? That’s every guy's dream and you’re saying ‘I don’t want to assume it’s a girl’. Who else would it be?” Sero pushed harder.

   “All I'm saying is it doesn't matter who’s leaving the notes. I want to give them a fair chance.” Denki’s words raised my hopes, if only slightly. But in all honesty it wasn’t a surprise he was willing to give his secret admirer a chance no matter who they are. After all I did say he’s the most accepting person I have ever met.

   Sero was about to offer up another rebuttal when Bakugo cut him off. “Dunce face said he doesn't care who’s leaving the notes and wants to give them a chance, so just accept it. Just because you’re jealous doesn’t mean you can push your hopes onto him. Now eat your damn food and leave it alone.” With that the conversation was dropped. I silently thanked Bakugo for unknowingly saving me from the torment of hearing Sero’s stupid arguments about how the admirer was clearly a girl.

   After lunch that day, no one really mentioned Denki’s secret admirer. The only people who really brought the topic up were the girls who had been in on the plan. They just asked me if he had said anything else about it or if he had figured it out. Unfortunately all I could tell them was that he was keeping any information about the notes to himself. While I respected his choice to keep it secret until he was ready to share about it, I was nervous that he figured it out and just didn’t want to tell me so as to not hurt my feelings.

   Mina and Hagakure had done their best to assure me that he was probably just trying to figure it out and if he did know it was me he was just trying to figure out how to tell me.

   Their words did very little to reassure me, so here I was sitting alone in my room four days before Denki’s birthday. It being Wednesday, I was waiting for Denki to show up to help me with my T-shot. For the last two years that I have been on T, he has always been there to help me with my shot. But as it approached 9 o’clock, a sickening feeling came over me. He always came by at 7 and we would do the shot before laying down and watching a random movie while making stupid jokes, but he was two hours late.

   I checked my phone hoping to see an apology text or explanation for him forgetting, but saw nothing. Sighing, I stood up going to head to the kitchen for a glass of water to calm my nerves before trying to figure out which of my friends I would be most comfortable with giving me a shot. Turning the corner to cross the living room I quickly spotted Denki joking with the rest of the Bakusquad, phone charger hanging from his mouth as he charged one of the students' phones. It seemed the only person who noticed I had entered the room was Mina who made eye contact with me. From the way her face morphed from a smile to a look of concern told me I wasn’t hiding my disappointment well.

   After the silent conversation with Mina using just our eyes she moved to meet me in the kitchen as I continued my journey to get some water. “Are you okay? You were looking at Kaminari like he already rejected you.” She asked quietly but still trying to lighten the mood.

   I sighed as I put my glass on the counter fighting back tears. “It's just for the last two years, every wednesday, without fail, Denki has helped me with my t-shot because he knows I can’t give myself the shot. And I waited for two hours hoping he was just running late but he’s down here laughing and being his usual dorky self. And even though I want to be mad at him for forgetting something that has happened consistently for two years, I can’t help but think our weekly tradition is keeping him from spending time with all his other friends.” By the time I finished talking, there was no hiding the tears.

   Mina quickly pulled me into a hug telling me to just breathe. “First, you need to breathe. Now why I know I’m not Kaminari but I’m willing to help you with your shot. So let’s just head up to your room and you can walk me through it and then we can talk about everything. Okay?” She asked, pulling away slightly.

   I whipped my eyes with the back of my hand and nodded. She quickly pulled me out of the kitchen and towards the elevators, ignoring the shouts of our friends asking where Mina was running off to and when did I get down stairs.

   Once we reached my room I sat on my bed and told Mina where all the things needed for my shot were, and how to give me the shot. It didn’t take long for her to figure it out and once she was done, she threw the used needles and syringe in the red sharps container on my desk before sitting on the end of my bed. “Now I know I said we would talk about everything, but I feel like what you need right now is to just lay down and watch a movie with yours truly and then tomorrow at lunch we can get Jiro, Yamomo and Hagakure and we can talk about the Kaminari situation. Okay?” She suggested grabbing my remote and getting the tv ready. I just nodded understanding that I should probably let my head clear up a bit before talking about what all has happened this last week.

   And just like she promised when lunch came around, Mina ushered me over to the table where the other three who knew of my crush on Denki were sitting. “So Y/n care to share with our lovely friends why we’ve gathered them here, and why a certain pikachu is currently looking at you like a crime was committed?” Mina asked as I sat down with my food.

   Once I registered her entire sentence I quickly looked over my shoulder and sure enough Denki was looking right at me. It was hard to read the look on his face but it was clear he was upset about something. Turning back to the group of girls sitting in front of me I sighed. “First I don’t know what his problem is. He has barely spoken to me since Monday. And as for why we’re sitting here and not with our other friends, I think Denki figured it out and is purposefully avoiding me.” I stated matter of factly, having thought about it all morning and decided that was the only reason he would have missed a weekly event that happened for two years.

   “He hasn’t spoken to you since Monday and you think he figured out you’re the one who wrote all the notes?”Jiro asked, still slightly confused by what’s happening at this moment. I just nodded thinking I was pretty clear with what I had said.

   Mina just sighed. “Y/n, I doubt he’s avoiding you. Plus you can’t just say that and not explain your reasoning.” She said looking at me before turning to look at Jiro. “What happened was last night Kaminari never showed up to help Y/n with their T-shot like he has been doing for the past two years. And when they went downstairs to get a drink of water, Kaminari was hanging out with all the usual suspects, myself included, like he hadn’t just messed up his and Y/n’s entire routine.” She explained to the confused girls sitting with us.

   Yamomo turned to me. “I’m sorry he did that. Were you able to get your shot taken care of without him?” She asked, I had told everyone that even though it’s not a big problem to skip a dose it was definitely something I didn’t want to risk.

   “Yeah, Mina helped me with it. I’m just hurt that he didn’t tell me wasn’t going to be helping me with it. Had he said he didn’t want to do it I would have been fine with it, but it’s like he completely forgot or just felt like telling me would cause problems. The missing my shot mixed with the not talking to me has me convinced that he figured it out. Why else would he be avoiding me, if he’s not trying to think of how to let me down easily?” I rambled, the more I thought about the possibility the more stressed I became. “What if I was right and confessing to him will just ruin our friendship and now that he figured out that I’m his secret admirer he wants absolutely nothing to do with me?” My anxiety was clear and the four girls sitting with me shared a look of concern.

   “If he wanted absolutely nothing to do with you, why is he still staring at the back of your head like he’s trying to get you to notice him without him saying anything?” Hagakure asked, before she continued. “I think it’s more likely that if he figured out that it’s you, he’s trying to figure out how to ask you out himself. As for forgetting about last night Bakugo did force him to short circuit during training pretty bad and he wasn’t back to normal until around 7:30 so he probably really did forget. Not that it’s an excuse but I’m sure he probably figured out he forgot and feels bad.” She reminded us of what happened the previous day in training.

   I nodded looking back to my food. “You have a point, but I’m not sure if I should go through with giving him the final note. I’ll just give him the normal present I was going to give him and forget all of this happened. I mean he’s probably expecting one of you guys to be behind the notes, not me.” I said feeding into the thoughts that had been eating at me since Sero’s comments at lunch on Monday.

   “That is the one of the dumbest things I’ve heard you say all day. First you can’t give up now, if he really is avoiding you for the reasons you think he is, the note won’t change that, and getting it off your chest will give you space to heal. Second, there is no way he suspects it’s any of us girls in the class. I was there when Sero was asking him about ‘what girl’ likes him, and we both heard Kaminari saying ‘ it doesn't matter who’s leaving the notes. I want to give them a fair chance.’. Not to mention every mention of the secret admirer he made before that he never once referred to them as a girl or a guy. He always uses they/them when the topic comes up, shooting down assumptions that whoever is writing them is a girl. All of that would lead me to believe that he at the very least couldn’t care less about the gender identity of his admirer.” Mina said, disproving all of the evidence I would try to use to argue otherwise. “Now please on Saturday when you hand over the present you got him, promise that the final note will be part of it.” She finished.

    I looked at her stunned, not having expected the reaction but knowing she would be truthful with me no matter what. If she really thought there was a chance Denki was avoiding me on purpose she would have said something. “Do you guys agree with Mina?” I asked the other three at the table. They all nodded in agreement, well Hagakure gave me a thumbs up but still they made it known they were on Mina’s side. “Okay fine I’ll give him the note on Saturday, but if he does reject me I expect a night of ice cream and anime.” I said, earning a chorus of approval from my friends.

   The next couple of days were pretty much the same as the rest of the week. Denki avoiding me, my worries trying to tell me to give up. And now all the girls in Class A are aware of the whole citation thanks to Mina having apparently accidentally ranted, while the girls were all getting ready for training after lunch on Thursday. It seemed like any time I was alone with any of them, they would try and cheer me up saying shit like he’s missing out if he rejects me and how he’s an idiot if he throws out a life long friendship over it. At this point I can’t wait for his birthday party so I can rip the bandaid off and either cry or smile and stop hearing their weird comments.

   Luckily I didn’t have to wait long for his party to start. Once Denki got back from visiting his family off campus, the party started. It was mostly just everyone relaxing in the common area, chatting and joking, with the added bonus of some random party games we came up with. Eventually we ate the cake that Sato had made, and gathered around Denki while he opened everyone's presents. I personally didn’t pay much attention to what everyone else got him, just focused on anxiously waiting for him to reach mine.

   After about five or six presents he grabbed the neatly wrapped present I had placed in the pile. When he read the name, I watched as his eyes went wide before he made eye contact and gave me one of his electrifying smiles. I couldn’t help but hold my breath as he opened the gift. As he carefully opened it, he froze for just a second before grabbing the folded piece of paper sitting on top of the gift and stuffing it in his pocket before returning to the larger piece of the present. Seeing him stuff the paper in his pocket, told me everything I needed to know; so before I could be faced with any further heartbreak, I whispered to Mina, who was sitting next to me, that I was going to my room. Before anyone could say anything I was out of the common area.

   Denki’s P.o.v

   After opening yet another great gift from my classmates, I reached down and grabbed a decent sized rectangular box that was perfectly wrapped. Reading the name carefully written across the top, I couldn’t hide the surprise on my face. I quickly made eye contact with Y/n across the room, offering them a wide smile before beginning to open the gift. As I unwrapped it, it became clear that it was a shoe box. Opening the top the first thing to catch my eye was the carefully folded piece of paper that perfectly matched the notes I had been finding in my things the past few weeks.

   Not wanting to read the contents in front of the whole class, knowing exactly what it meant, I put the paper in my pocket. Brushing off the joy of having my hopes confirmed, I turned my focus back to the larger part of the gift. Inside the box rested a pair of custom high top converse. The base color was black but had clearly hand embroidered yellow lighting bolts and Chargebolt across the side in white. After taking in the handcrafted detail I turned back to where Y/n had been sitting to thank them, only to see Mina sitting next to an empty space.

   “Where did Y/n go? I didn’t get a chance to thank them for these awesome shoes.” I asked, trying to hide my disappointment.

   Mina gave me a sad smile clearly knowing what I was feeling. “They went to their room, and I think that if you really care for them you should go talk to them.” Somehow that one sentence told me that if I didn’t go now, then I would probably lose my best friend.

   Without saying anything, I set the shoe to the side and raced towards the stairs deciding that taking the elevator would take far too long. Climbing the stairs taking two at a time I finally reached Y/n’s room. I didn’t even hesitate to knock.

    Y/n’s P.o.v

   I had only been in my room for about four minutes when I heard someone knocking at the door. “Go away Mina, I don’t want to talk about it right now.” I yelled from my bed burrowing further into the blankets. All I wanted to do was wallow in self pity and not face anyone until Monday.

   It was quiet for a moment before I heard the door open. Before I could even turn to yell at the intruder I heard the one voice I did not want to hear. “Well, I guess it’s a good thing I’m not Mina. Now would you please tell me what’s wrong.” Denki asked, sitting next to me on my bed.

   I was not expecting him to follow me. “Why are you here? Don’t you have a party to be at?” I asked, trying to cover the fact that I had been on the verge of tears moments ago.

   “I’m here because when I looked up to thank my best friend for the amazing shoes they got me, they were nowhere to be seen.” He said tilting his head to the side looking confused. “What’s wrong Y/n?”

    Wiping my eyes one last time I sat up and looked him in the eyes. “What’s wrong is I finally built the courage to tell the most important person in my life how much they mean to me and when he finally had my full confession in hand he just stuffed it in his pocket like it was the last thing he wanted to see. On top of that He’s been avoiding me all week, forgetting a weekly tradition that we’ve been doing for the last two years.” I told him not having the energy to lie, and evidently not having the energy to fight back the tears I had tried to wipe away.

   Denki remained silent for a moment processing and trying to figure out how to respond. When he didn’t answer soon enough I was about to tell him to leave when he cut me off. “I’m truly sorry I made you feel like I’ve been avoiding you, I was just scared. After finding the last couple notes talking about things only our classmates would know and I started to hope that it was you who wrote the notes. I think I was just scared to truly accept that you actually feel the same about me. As for putting the note from your present in my pocket, You are important to me and I wasn’t sure if you would want anyone else to know what is written here.” He explained placing the letter in between us on the bed, before continuing. “I may not be the best at expressing my feelings but I want you to know that from the moment I found the first note, I hoped it would be you. And I do not know how to make up for missing your shot on Wednesday, but I promise that I will never miss one again as long as you will still accept my help.” As he finished he grabbed my hands and looked at me with the most sincere smile I had seen in a long time.

   “Do you truly mean all of that?” I asked, sure I trusted him but the years of feeling like no one would actually like me for me had left a mark. “I don’t want you saying all of this just because you don’t want me to be upset. I’d understand if you don’t want to be with me because of the whole trans thing.” I said looking down at our joined hands.

   Before I could get too deep into my self-deprecating thoughts, Denki moved one of his hands to rest on my check, tilting my head so I was looking him in the eyes. “The ‘whole trans thing’ is one of the reasons I love you. What I mean by that is, you have faced so many struggles in life because of who you are and I couldn’t be prouder of the person you have become. You wake up every morning and tell society to go fuck it’s self because only you can truly know who you are, and thats one of the bravest things any one can do. As for all the other reasons I love you, I guess you’ll have to let me take you out so I can tell you each reason.” 

   Hearing him say those words lifted my heart. “Thank you Denki, I’m sorry I jumped to conclusions and assumed you wouldn’t feel the same.” I said, glancing down.

   “No, I'm sorry for not telling you that I love you sooner.” He said, placing a kiss to my forehead. I couldn’t hide the smile that took over my face. “Now let’s make up for our missed movie night and who knows how many kisses I have to make up for not giving you.” He finished placing a kiss to the tip of my nose.

   As he stood up to set up the movies I remembered one crucial thing about the day. “Wait Denki, you left in the middle of your birthday party. Shouldn’t we at least go back down so you can open the rest of your presents?” I asked, watching as he walked back to my bed.

   He paused to think for a moment. “Nah, I have to make up for being an idiot and ignoring the most important person in my life.” With that he laid down on the bed pulling me into his side as he played the movie.

   “Okay, if you say so. I’m sorry I ruined your birthday party though.” I said as I cuddled closer to him.

   Denki just placed a kiss on the top of my head. “You didn’t ruin anything. You gave me the best birthday present I could ask for. Now shh the movie is starting.” I nodded, deciding he was probably right and focused on spending time with Denki.

[moodymisty]

yoo I see requests are open 👀 Grievous is currently living in my head rent free so feel free to ignore the Star Wars if you're not feeling it or ya just don't write for him yes.

hhhh anywho goodness not sure what to ask. maybe some headcanons on what Grievous is like when he falls for someone. he strikes me as someone who would be majorly in denial for a long time lol. gentler (for him) actions and protectiveness not always matching harsh words. like a majorly burnt, kinda stale marshmallow, with a gooey, mostly edible center XD rambling aside or maybe some jealousy headcanons? those are always fun. whichever one might strike your fancy at all.

well I never know how to end these things lol hope you're doing well ✨

Who doesn't love the Angry Lung Cancer Robot? Not me for sure, I love that ugly thing since I first watched the prequels. I'll always be just a lil' spiteful that TCW turned him into a running gag. Sorry if these headcanons are a little less 'professional' than my usual, I couldn't form my thoughts in a way I liked so I figured you'd enjoy it more if I just vomited them out wholesale. And you've waited long enough :'3

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He definitely strikes me as the 'affection is when I stand 3 centimeters closer' type of person. Like it's going to be just sort of an undertone throughout the ship of like 'yeah the General prefers them/asks for them to do things instead of anyone else, we don't talk about it'. It probably persists for months before anything comes of it.

If you somehow manage to notice it, it's probably a battle of deciding what in the galaxy to do about it if anything. (is getting the attention of a warmonger cyborg a good thing?) If anything you might not do anything about it just so you feel a little safer on the ship. It's not like Grievous has the lowest causality rate, though it's mostly droids.

I don't think he would have the emotional intelligence to really ever realize, someone would have to point it out to him. Perhaps like you said maybe months later he would, but that would be a pipe dream. He's not an easy guy, that's for sure.

Perhaps he'll realize, but he'll excuse it more so as he prefers you for your competency, rather than something a bit deeper. Droids get programmed to report nonemergency issues to you, because not only does he not get infuriated by them as much, he trusts your ability to solve issues just a modicum more than others aboard. A good thing? Maybe. You can deal the negotiations, he'll just stand behind you, menacingly. If things fall through, then he'll be there to make sure you don't get hurt. For strategical reasons, of course.

As for jealousy? Given the previous points I made and your own I think it would be pretty obvious that a jealous Grievous is a Grievous you want to be miles away from. He's more than likely the type that would use violence or threats of in order to keep people away.

He might also deliver things to your directly, or even make your office/barrack/personal quarters towards the bridge of the ship closer to his. It's a mix of both subtle, and horribly unsubtle things.

Anyways, Grevious is a mess. But we never said we could fix him, and that's the fun part. (give the killer cyborg a smooch and tell him he's the best general in the separatist army, he deserves it)

[llondonfog]

Hi!! I was an anon from quite some time ago, saying that Mr. Plover would be a cute name for Sebek's dad :) Your response definitely raised some really fun questions, and I had some thoughts to share if you'd like to entertain them :) but also, feel free to ignore! I dont wanna bombard you lol. Your posts are so fun to see, and are awesome for world building. Thank you for your little corner of the internet <3 Anywho, I wrote a little thingy...

To be a Zigvolt is to love bravely.

Truly.

Unafraid, and without condition.

Who is Sebek to contest his exalted family legacy?

And the Zigvolts, mother and father, hold tight with conviction. Not the conviction of heavy-fisted mandates, nor the snarl of battle-torn declarations. Not the conviction of a judge, or a king, or a soldier. Their conviction is of tea-time weather observations, of the kiss of tide at sea, the fact that is sunrise, and the moon that trails after. Something simple, and mundane, and unfailingly honest. And above all else, above murmured insults, and booming jabs at rounded ears and smaller magics, the Zigvolts believe, know, that their son loves them.

Truly, bravely, and without condition.

It follows in him placing away the mugs after washing, and knocking on the dentistry's door with that huff of his. In the glances behind an unsheathed sword, eyes searching for a familiar truth.

And the Zigvolts smile, for he knows.

And Sebek turns his face, embarrassed.

Emboldened.

Dude. Sebek as a character????? MUWAH. His inner conflict of human vs fae is so complex and compelling. That type of conflict, obviously, doesn't arise just out of nowhere. The Valley of Thorn's general society obviously had a heavy impact, and I believe that Sebek's grandfather was a primary influence as well. So Sebek's parents, OOUGH. It really gets you wondering about how they feel, especially his human father. But? His parents? Are just so? Loving? They truly, and deeply love their son, and I think that they know Sebek loves them back, even if he himself doesn't really understand his own feelings. This manifests in a variety of ways, but a definite drawback is that because they know that their son loves them, they don't really adress the antagonism he holds towards human kind? Towards himself. I think that the Zigvolts believe that Sebek will come to understand with time, and that their love for each other is enough. Especially with fae culture, their lives long and full, learning and growth seems to be something that also develops over time. (Mr. Plover is someone who seems to adopt fae culture, and wonderfully open minded, so I think he adopts this kind of attitude towards Sebek as well?) There is no rush to correct Sebek, and maybe with fae culture, a lesson learned by oneself over time is more valuable than a one forced upon them. If that makes any sense. So his parents belief in his love and intelligence and future, almost feeds into this conflict? But it's... fine bc he's half fae? Obviously not fine, but, ya know? Anyways😂😂😂 I love their family so much😭😭😭 if you made it here, thanks for listening to my ramble! :) Especially with the Silver stuff coming up WHICH I AM STOKED FOR I AM EATING YOUR WRITING I AM CRYING😭😭😭

I hope you have a wonderful day :)) <3

@estcaligo // i felt morally obligated to tag you in the most wholesome sebek ask i've ever received

first things, oh my goodness, hello again!! i'm so glad you enjoyed that response and you're more than welcome here anytime to share your twst thoughts and questions, i really enjoy answering them and interacting with you guys!! it means so much to me that you enjoy my silly content corner!! <3

secondly, YOUR LITTLE PROMPT HAD ME TEARING UP OH M YGOD. i don't know if you guys understand how much i adore the trope of big huffy characters showing their love and affection through small gestures of care and intimacy rather than grand displays and the way you described that!! sebek's little grumpy noises that even if he says he doesn't understand his father, he's still going out of his way to be with him at the office!! the way he goes to put the dishes away (most likely on the tallest shelves!!) for his family aaaaaaa

and just the overwhelming theme that the quality their family prides themselves most on is their conviction WHICH IS SO TRUE OF SEBEK AS A CHARACTER AND WHAT WE KNOW OF HIS MOTHER AND FATHER!!! conviction to their love, conviction in his liege i literally am obsessed with the mundane little observations that when placed in this context ARE SO INSPIRING AND MEANINGFUL!!!

i really hope we get to understand more about sebek's life and past, especially in ch7 if we get the backstory on lilia and baul (sebek's grandfather) and how he views humankind. and if not there, then i really hope we get a briar valley event where we can see the zigvolts in all their glory!! the dentist office, sebek's siblings, the home where he grew up!!! but you raise such a good point about how their belief that he will mature with time could also be a hinderance since they're not stepping in to facilitate his personal growth BUT I HAVE FAITH IN SEBEK!!! from what we've seen so far in ch7, he's had his foundations shaken considerably, and how he comes out of this is going to be a huge testament to his love for diasomnia

[trenchcoatsbi]

yoo could i ask for a playlist for a tallulah qsmp fictive mayhaps? she has an insatiable hunger for music it's frightening (/silly) ,, she likes soundtracks (child of light is her current fav), stuff like the oh hellos/cavetown/bears in trees, and generally cozy sorta feeling songs, plus anything lullaby-ey if that makes sense :] hope u guys are well! sorry this is a tad long or vague hhaha -–🔉🌠

hello! Admittedly I rushed this a bit I’m not as sure about these as I was about 🌾🪶 Phil’s but I took a swing we’ll see if I missed later I guess. I tried to include as many artists as possible so you have plenty of people to look through since you said she was a bit insatiable when it came to music! I did phone in the last few songs like the lullaby-eque ones. yeah again this was a bit of a mess on my end. Though I have been writing down songs for this for a while I didn't have an easy time narrowing down things as to what I wanted to include so at this point I've just thrown my hands in the air and declared it done now. Sorry if the playlist is messy or unsatisfactory.

Art used is by @/sallomezz on tumblr and can be found here!

Hope you find something to enjoy on the playlist or in my bonus ramblings below! -phil

okay so I kinda cheated my self imposed rule of one song per artist but in my defense I couldn’t choose between Moonlight and Paperwork… They’re my two favorite Fish in a Birdcage songs and I thought both were kinda fitting so oh well both of them are there.

Anywho I could go on and on and on about how I was this close to fighting myself to the death (<- hyperbolic) over this. Let's just get to other recommendations I didn't put on for one reason or another.

Starting with musicians I put on there but didn't include a song from for whatever reason:

Myxrite! My personal favorite song Now and Again doesn't look like its on Spotify at all so uh yeah I'm linking it here because I like it a lot.

Bug Hunter is on there too but he's currently in the top ten of my favorite musicians so yeah here's more suggestions! Go With The Flow and Listen to Your Mom pretty high up there in terms of my favorite songs. Making Up Words is one of my favorites lyrically (though I must say that Disco in the Panic Room is up there too), and of course I have to mention Try My Best and Slow Burn because I keep using lyrics from them to inspire drawings (that I'll never post anywhere online). Okay fuck I need to move on before I link literally every single one of his songs lol

Same as Bug Hunter, The Narcissist Cookbook is up there in terms of my favorite musician + he put the MOTH album (one of his old ones that wasn't on on youtube yet) on youtube recently so he's been in my head a lot. Ghost Stories and UNWELCOME GUESTS (warning: unwelcome guests starts with a phone ringing noise idk my friends always get surprised by it so I'm just gonna mention it in case) are rahgjagh they are so good they exist in my head rent free

Madilyn Mei has been on loop in my head cause a friend of mine. Anyway Six Legs (tippy tappy toes) and Sleeping in the Kitchen. just live in my brain now because of them lol

The actual recommendations that aren't just more songs from folk on the playlist already:

I Fight Dragons! I fucking love them! Their music tends to have techy/8-bit noises and they're a bit more on the rock side of things but their stuff is really good! Good Morning Sunlight and Oh The Places You'll Go... They are the most <3 to me forever... Sunny Afternoon too... God I love IFD I need to make my friends listen to them with me more

If you like IFD you may also like Jonathan Coulton or the portal song guy as my friends know him lol. Nobody Loves You Like Me or Now I Am an Arsonist or really anything from the Artificial Heart Album is always my go to for showing people besides the songs from Portal (Still Alive and Want You Gone) that my friends know.

Similar to IFD, a lot of Going Spaceward's songs have techy noise in the like proper releases, but his youtube has a lot of acoustic versions of his songs that don't have those. His covers are good but really most of his music is just funky. Uh since I will absolutely not narrow this down in any timely fashion I'm just going to link the entire Can You Hear It Album and uh Count Past 23.

Joseph Dubay is a musician I only got into like a few months ago but I really like his stuff, kinda similar vibes to what i was going for with this playlist but a lot of his songs just didnt fit the vibe so I didn't feel like adding them. That being said I am obliged to tell absolutely everyone I talk about music with to listen to Pastel Goth and 4evr so yeah.

Completely different vibe but San Fermin may be of interest to y'all! Astronaut and The Woods are the ones I listen to most from them but everything about their music just scratches the brain itch for me. Their stuff is indie rock which is kinda in the genres of the bands you mentioned!

A bit of a different suggestion but since you mentioned her liking soundtracks AZALI might be a cool youtube channel to check out! They make short songs in FL Studio and idk I'll be honest I don't listen to soundtracks or things like you mentioned in that part of your ask but I do listen to every upload AZALI makes and I think they're all pretty neat. The songs are all like a minute or two long but I like to just put them on loop when I'm writing. Truth, Violence, Warmth is my go to for writing for this specific project, but Mechanical God was how I found their channel and I'm just fond of City of Shattered Glass so there those three are my suggestions.

[socheckitout-mikey]

heyyy !! i hope you're doing well! i just finished watching the outsiders movie + book (btw you're hcs for are so freaking good omg!! ><) But anywho enough of my rambling, i was wondering if you could do hc for dallas teaching you how to drive? particularly a romantic interest but it could be anyone if you'd prefer. I hope you have fun w this with this!

im doing well, hun. im glad you enjoy my hc's. yeah ofc! always up for some dally hc's >:) tysm for requesting these. sorry it took me a century to get round to writing and posting them. enjoy them tho! <3 - mae

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Dallas Winston Teaching You How To Drive Hc's:

° This is gonna be one wild time. Dally isn’t known for his driving abilities since he’s known for being just as reckless on the road as he is on his own two feet. Think of a high speed car chase with the fuzz and you’ll have him perfectly. I mean, he turns corners at 100mph, you better say a prayer!

° You sure picked your instructor well, now didn’t you? And the chances of him taking this seriously are slim to none. However this will be eventful.

° First and foremost, you’re too on edge for his liking. “Listen kid, you’re so on edge that you’re makin’ me on edge, which ain’t good. You gotta loosen up, capeesh? I promise ya, you’ll come outta this car a pro! No one’s gonna recognise you cuz you’ll be drivin’ all snazzy.”

° “Snazzy?” You cocked an eyebrow.

° “Alright, maybe not that cuz your pop’s got you a hunk’o junk, but at least you’ll know how to make it move from point A to point B.” He grinned just as you frowned at him. He patted your shoulder reassuringly, “Y’know, it’s the little things! C’mon, what do we have to lose?”

° “Our lives and this car.” You muttered wryly.

° “Eh for this to work ya gotta have a bit of faith!”

° “Faith?! Alright, who switched you out for Jesus?”

° Dally just about pissed himself laughing at that one.

° The first thing he tries to teach you is how to hotwire a car for, and I quote, “It’s for research purposes! You never know, what if I’m not around to do it for you?”

° “Dal, we are not hot wiring my dad’s car! I just got it -,”

° “Yeah well, maybe if he thinks it’s stolen then he’ll take pity on you and give you his new piece of junk.” He smarted back at you.

° “No!”

° “Well, ain’t you a goody-goody.” He muttered sarcastically under his breath.

° But he lays off after that… a bit.

° When you and Dallas are together, there’s a slim chance of anything being taken seriously. You’re always goofing off. So when you’re trying to take something seriously, Dally’s trying hard not to laugh. It’s just the way that your face gets when you’re focusing, it kills any inkling of seriousness in him.

° “You’re not funny, Dally.” You growled.

° “I think I’m pretty funny, sugar.” He winked at you teasingly, which might have gotten you to roll your eyes and smile just a little.

° I think that Dallas is definitely a, “I’m only gonna say this once, so you better have your listenin’ ears on,” type of guy. Even though you forget it two seconds later, he’s just gonna say it again with a, “Y’know, I think you’re doin’ this on purpose, doll.”

° Whether you did or didn’t do it on purpose cannot be proven whatsoever.

° “What? Are you gonna bring me to court for it?” You sassed back.

° And Dally just did that gorgeous breathy laugh, coupled with a smirk. He straightened up in the passenger seat, staring out of the windshield before looking at you again. “You’re a pain in my ass, sweetheart.”

° There does come a point where he is semi serious, but he’s awfully disgruntled because you’re driving in the legal speed limit.

° “C’mon! All I ask is that you scratch the paint on that oldie’s bumper, for cryin’ out loud!”

° “Dal, there’s a cop there and besides, that man has more money than our entire neighbourhood combined. I’m not takin’ the heat cuz you almost got caught hot wiring his car three weeks ago,”

° “Ass kisser…” he muttered under his breath, disguised by a cough.

° “Say that one more time and I’ll-,”

° “Babe, you’re hearing things,”

° Dallas Winston has some damn road rage, especially when he’s in the passenger seat. The amount of scraps you’ve had to zoom away from is insane. He’s flipping everyone the bird and even starting things.

° Did I mention that he’s also a backseat driver? He does it mainly to annoy you, which works every damn time!

° He isn’t known for his patience, so if on the fifth time of teaching you how to parallel park and you still don’t know how to, there will be consequences. Of course in the form of playfully threatening to demonstrate how to do it for you again. And would you look at that, you did it on your own, all while shaking in your boots. He can’t help but be a little proud. So instilling a bit of fear with his driving will get you to do the hard stuff, eh?

° Now, you don’t always drive the speed limit, but you aren’t as wild as Dally. He’s always calling you gramps or grams whenever you do drive because it’s not the speed he’d choose.

° “C’mon, you gotta live a little! I’m tellin’ ya, I ain’t gettin’ any younger with your tortoise crawl. I mean, I can practically feel the grey hairs growin’ in!” He teased, bored outta his mind as you sluggishly drove down the dirt road.

° You do end up getting the hang of everything pretty quickly. You become a good driver, because Dally’s always telling you not to do what he’s doing. You’re his s/o afterall. At least one of you should know how to drive properly.

° Dallas is a good teacher — in his own way, of course. He’s not winning any awards ever, but he did well — at least for you. Afterall, if you weren’t his partner — someone he’s a little soft for, he wouldn’t have taken so much time to teach you. With all of the teasing and complaining, Dally grew to love spending these nights or afternoons with you. He wouldn’t ever admit it, but seeing you achieve things and get more confident on the road was something that made him proud. Even better when you passed your actual test! Although he rolled his eyes because you got a real license, he couldn’t have been more happy.

° “I coulda gotten you one for free,” he grumbled at you in Buck’s T-Bird, because you couldn’t drive to the test yourself.

° “And have whoever made it stitch me with a bad photo?” You said, practically outraged. Dallas just rolled his eyes.

° “You had the best teacher, of course.” He grinned in the driver's seat, and changed the subject too. He swiped your license from your pretty fingers and began inspecting it, propping his boots up on the dashboard.

° You slapped his foot down, made him laugh as you demanded it back. With a smoke between his lips, he grinned impishly at the little picture on your ID. “Man, they sure got the wrong angle that’s for sure.”

° “Gimme that back!” You grumbled, snatching it away from him and putting it in your back pocket. “Asshole…” you mumbled at him.

° Dallas just grinned, pulling the cigarette from his mouth to flick ashes at you, and blow smoke in your face — two things that you weren’t phased by any more. “C’mere,” he hummed, leaning over and planting a firm but loving kiss on your lips. “You look beautiful, sweetheart.” He promised candidly.

° “Really?”

° “O’course-,” he began passionately, but stopped himself. He wagged his finger’s with his smoke in between them at you for a moment as you giggled at your handiwork. “New rule, from now on I only say things once.”

° “Aw c’mon!” You giggled.

° I hope you know that you’re Dally’s personal taxi service now fhfhdhwjeh. He says that it’s the least you can do with all of the time and energy he spent on teaching you how to drive. He means that playfully of course; shot to you with a teasing wink. If you complain, he just says he’ll drive, which always gets you to bend and begin driving off before he can get out of the car.

° The banter is 20/10 I promise you.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

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[pappydaddy]

Oblivious (r.b.)

A/N: Another request down! This one is another Robin request. It's a bit longer than the last one I posted, but it's a bit dry unfortunately. I tried to make it like my other longer fics, but I just felt like this is was meant to be this length. I threw in a funny scene in the end. Anywho, I hope you like it lovely anon💛, I really tried to do your request justice (I loved it btw).

P.S: Not proofread yet. I'm gonna go over all my fics in these upcoming fics to proofread and I will do this fic then

TV Show/Movie: Stranger Things

Pairing: Robin Buckley x Fem!Byers!Reader

Stranger Things/Robin Taglist: N/A

Requested

Warnings: Fluff, a parent being obvious, getting caught getting hot and heavy the backseat. Pretty short in length.

Note: Not proofread yet. I'm gonna go over all my fics in these upcoming fics to proofread and I will do this fic then

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The cool night breeze rolled in through Y/N Byers’ open window as she and Robin laid in her bed. Late Summer nights spent in bed with her girlfriend were Y/N’s favourite. Having their legs tangled together, their arms holding each other close as they lightly traced random shapes on each other. It was true bliss in her eyes. “You think your mom is back with the movie yet?” Robin broke the comfortable silence with a whisper. Y/N shrugged, pulling her hand away from where it was playing with Robin’s short hair.

“We would have heard her car so probably not,” She answered, shifting as she propped her elbow up. Robin automatically rolled onto her back, gazing up at Y/N with big blue eyes that sparkled in the silver moonlight, the sounds of frogs and crickets filling the silent room again as they enjoyed the company of each other. “Steve is probably taking forever to lock up the store and she’s probably waiting for him to leave so we don’t start without him.” She hypothesized, looking down at Robin again.

Robin hummed, nodding as she pictured Steve fumbling around with his keys, trying each one to figure out which one locked the store door. “He can never remember which key goes to what. We should get him a label maker so he can label them.” She suggested making Y/N snort out a laugh, flopping on her back, untangling themselves from each other completely.

“Are we really going to be that couple that gives friends stationary for presents,” She asked, lulled her head to the side to gaze at Robin who shrugged, pulling a face that asked her why they couldn’t be. “Because those couples are the boring couple that never get invited to any parties people actually want to have fun at.” She answered Robin’s silent question.”

“Fair point.” Robin agreed just as Y/N’s bedroom door opened. The two girls pulled themselves up, looking at the door as Joyce popped her head in.

“Sorry to interrupt girls night, but Steve is here with the movies and I got the snacks, come on out to the living room.” She told them, leaving the door open as she disappeared down the hall, getting Jonathan from his room. Silently, the girls rolled off Y/N’s bed and shuffled out into the living room, being greeted by Steve and Will placing bowls of chips and popcorn on the coffee table that already had a display of soda and water sitting on it.

“Hey, Dingus,” Robin greets Steve as she brushed past him to sit on the couch. “Will.” She nodded at the younger boy, slapping hands with him in a greeting as he sat beside her.

“Hi, Robin.” Steve breathed out, taking a seat in the armchair, cracking open a can of soda, taking a drink. Y/N stepped over his sprawled-out legs, plunking herself down on the other side of Robin, her feet kicking up to rest on her lap comfortably.

“Where are the other kids?” Y/N wondered, looking over her shoulder at Steve as he sat his open soda down, popping a piece of popcorn in his mouth.

“Dustin is sick, Max is busy being grounded, Lucas is sulking being Max is grounded, and Mike is at a family dinner with his grandparents,” Steve listed off the location of each kid easily. Making Robin laugh. “What?” Steve asked with furrowed brows as he grabbed a chip, crunching on it instantly before wiping his hands on his jeans, bouncing his knee.

“Oh nothing, it’s just that you’re such a mom.” Robin made fun of him, her hands resting on Y/N’s ankles as Joyce walked back in with Jonathan in tow looking like he just woke up from a nap, the pair sitting on the other couch.

“So, Steve,” Joyce started, reaching for two sodas, handing one to Jonathan. Robin reached over, collecting three and placed them in her lap. “What movie is first?” She asked as Y/N and Will each plucked a can from Robin’s lap, opening them at the same time, both cans hissing loudly.

“Have no idea, let Will pick-”

“Rawhead Rex!” Will interrupted excitedly, shocking Joyce since she obviously hadn’t picked that one up.

“Wiliam Byers, did you pick that up without me knowing?”

“No, please, I don’t like scary movies!” Joyce and Y/N said at the same time.

“Which is exactly why I didn’t pick any scary movies, mister.” Joyce told Will in a semi-scolding manner.

“Don’t worry, Y/N, I’ll protect you from the scary movie.” Robin looked over at her, her tone somewhat teasingly. Joyce cooed at this, tilting her head slightly.

“Aw, you two are so cute together,” She sighed longingly. “Wish I had had someone like that in high school.”

____

“I’m heading out for a date mom,” Y/N announced as she walked down the hall from her room, slinging her purse over her shoulder. Joyce opened her bedroom door, popping her head out just as Y/N was about to walk past, scarring her daughter. “Jesus mom,” She exclaimed, her hand flying to her chest as her heart tried to calm down. “You scared me! I thought you were in the kitchen!”

“Sorry dear,” She apologized, opening her door all the way and stepping out of her room all dressed up. Y/N furrowed her brows at her mom’s appearance. She was awfully dressy for a night home alone. Parting her lips as she followed her mother into the living room, she went to say something but Joyce interrupted. “You said you were going on a date, but I don’t see a car.” She pointed out as she looked out the window.

“I’m actually driving tonight.” Y/N explained before opening her mouth the ask her mother about her plans for the night.

“How progressive,” Joyce smiled, turning to face her daughter again, clasping her hands together. “I love a good feminist moment, you have fun on your date and tell me all about it when you get home.”

“So I can have the car,” Y/N asked tentatively. She had assumed that her mother would take the night to relax as this would be the first night in years she has to be home alone. Joyce nodded, looking at her daughter oddly as she tossed the car keys towards her from the bowl by the door. “You don’t have plans? You seem like you do.” Y/N pressed, not wanting to ruin her mother’s plans.

“Oh, I do have plans, I have a date.” Joyce confirmed as if it was nothing. Y/N sputtered, taken aback by this information and how nonchalantly her mother just disclosed it. She watched her mother walk into the kitchen as if it was any other day.

“If you have a date then you need the car, I’ll figure out how to work around not having a car right now-” Y/N rushed into the kitchen behind her, holding the keys out to Joyce who shook her head, pushing her hand away and cutting her off.

“No, I don’t need the car, he’s picking me up here, you go on your date with the car and have fun!” Joyce told her, grabbing Y/N’s shoulders and forcing her to turn around.

“But, this is your first date since Bob died. Do you want me to stay home in case you need to bail? What if something goes wrong and you can’t reach me or Hopper? What if this guy is secretly a mad scientist connected to the Upside Down? What if he’s just a horrible person-” Y/N rambled, fighting against her mother’s hold as she pushed her towards the door.

“Trust me, Y/N,” Joyce started, opening the front door as Y/N continued to ramble off scenarios that could possibly go wrong. “None of that is going to be an issue. I know this guy, you know this guy. He is perfectly safe and I will be fine. Besides, this isn’t even our first date.”

“Mom-” She tried to say something but was cut off by her own mother all but pushing her out of the house. She let out a shriek, stumbling along the porch.

“Go on your date, Y/N and don’t come back until your date is finished.” Joyce warned, closing and locking the front door. Her face was glaring at Y/N through one of the small windows at the top of their door, almost daring her not to go on the date. Huffing, Y/N turned on her heel and headed off to the car.

____

Joyce’s mysterious date had been pushed into the back of Y/N’s mind the second she saw Robin open her front door. Now, it wasn’t even a thought in her head, all her mind could focus on was the way she felt as Robin’s lips traced down her neck, pecking and sucking as they went. Airy moans left her mouth as she squirmed under her girlfriend, her nearly bare back rubbing against the cold backseat of the car. “Oh god-” She whimpered as Robin’s lips travelled lower, dancing dangerously along the cup of her bra, her fingertips just barely slipping under the underwire. “Oh god!” She gasped when her eyes fluttered open after seeing the flash of red and blue hues on her eyelids.

“Am I making you feel good, baby?” Robin pulled her lips from Y/N breast, looking up at her flirtatiously thinking her exclamation was from pleasure, not fear. Her face fell when she noted the wideness of Y/N’s eyes and flashing lights reflecting off her glistening face.

“That’s fucking Hopper,” Y/N hissed as they both scrambled to sit up, Y/N’s arms crossed over her bra-clad chest. They both tried to squint through the fogged-up back windshield, seeing two figures getting out of the car, the beam of a flashlight clicking on. “Shit, where is my shirt?” She panicked, looking around until Robin threw it at her.

“Duck,” Robin pushed Y/N and herself down as the beam of the flashlight swept over the back window. Grunting, Y/N tried to wiggle around and pull the shirt over her head as Robin watched the beam of light. “He’s looking in the woods, let’s crawl out the front seats!” Robin ushered her, letting her crawl over the console first.

“Something tells me we’re not gonna make it to the front seat,” Y/N trailed off as her eyes squinted at the brightness of the flashlight pointed right at her through the driver’s side window. “Hi, Hop,” She smiled, waving awkwardly. In response, Hopper simply pulled the backseat door open, revealing Joyce standing there, looking confused. “Mom, what are you doing here? I thought you were out on a date?” Y/N froze, her knee digging uncomfortably into the middle console.

“I am on my date, we were heading to the restaurant after the movie when we saw the car looking abandoned.” Joyce explained.

“Your date was with Hopper? You’re dating Hopper?” Y/N asked, shocked as she crawled out of the backseat, Robin following closely.

“You didn’t know that?” Robin asked her as if it was obvious.

“No!”

“Your date was with Robin?” Joyce ignored the two girls, her brows furrowed.

“You didn’t know they were dating?” Hopper looked at Joyce as he pointed his finger at the pair.

“No idea.” Joyce shook her head.

“You two are really oblivious. Everyone knew both of these things,” Hopper informed them with a laugh, earning two glares from Y/N and Joyce. “Well, anyway, we’ve got a reservation-”

“Wait,” Joyce interrupted him. “I thought you guys were just friends-” Joyce pointed to Y/N and Robin who both shrugged sheepishly. “Why didn’t you tell me?” She asked her daughter, slightly embarrassed for not realizing and a bit let down that she didn’t tell her.

“I thought you knew.”

“Well, now that I do know, I want to get to know Robin as your girlfriend so would you guys like to accompany us to our dinner reservations?” Joyce asked, her eyes wide as she hoped her daughter would say yes. She always knew that she liked girls, but she had no idea they were dating.

“Only if I get to drill Hopper with questions to make sure he’s good enough for you.” Y/N playfully glared at Hopper, narrowing her eyes at him.

“Deal.” Joyce nodded firmly.

[justanartisticduck]

You mentioned that the teachers were forcibly turned into puppets, what were they like before?

okokok so uh I had an old post in which I did talk abt who the teachers used to be buuut uh I looked at the old post and OH MY GOSH IS THE INFO THERE SO OUTDATED LMAO- So I’m just gonna uh- redo that post lol- anywho I also did some doodles of past teachers but I didn’t draw all of them not will I touch on each of them (some because they didn’t have much of a significant role to include here (like the remainder of the health band), others because I’m still figuring it out (like shrig), and some because- well- they didn’t even have a past!! (Like lamp)) but I did do a few tweaks on these guy’s backstories alongside their designs!! Now anywho I’ll show you who these guys were and give a slight backstory to each of them (keep in mind, I won’t go super in depth with all of these guys, I hope you don’t mind) but anywho, onto the rambling!!

first off we are starting with Sketch!! Now in the past they were known as Nate Brooks!

So this was them and, as you can see, they are a Red guy (or they actually aren’t red- in fact their fur/hair was white :3) however, unlike other Red guys, their creativity was through the roof!! Alongside that they were super optimistic and were never afraid of showing their true self even in front of their colleagues! Now Nate was still pretty young when they were put into the machine (they were 20) and hey had just started working for jobs however- the jobs that were available for them wasnt many nor were those jobs fitting for their career path (which was artistic stuff… which Red guys aren’t very huge about-) So as it was they were looking for an artistic job that they could truly enjoy which is when Roy came into the picture… Roy offered them a spot on his show, being both a puppeteer and puppet maker/artist for the show!! Now Nate joined not long before Red so when they had met they became friends fairly quickly! Nate even played the first puppet Red and introduced upon his arrival!! They were super enthusiastic and happy about this job… if only they knew what was to happen later on…

Now next here’s our favorite Clock!! Anthony (Tony for short) Clockswork-Locksmith!! (He has two last names due to marriage stuff :P)

Now Anthony Clockswork was- well- not huge in the artistic business like the others who worked on the puppet show were- Now a bit of background knowledge on him first!! Now Tony came from a family full of engineers and mechanics so he already had quite an interest in mechanics and such however he had a bigger interest in mind, clocks! Since he was younger he loved making clocks, when he grew older he opened up a mini shop for clocks and such and one day he ran out of metal supplies and he went to a metal working shop when he met his future husband, Steven Locksmith (cough cough- mean Steve- cough-) now these two soon joined businesses and fell in love blah blah blah- but now Tony and Steve Locksmith owned the top clock and metal store in the whole town!!! Or… at least for a while- eventually business began running slower as more people started using tech and Tony and Steve began struggling with their store. Tony was desperate to keep their shop open and “luckily” a certain business man heard of their struggles… Roy offered a temporary job. This job offered some extra support for Tony, extra money, it would be enough to help keep his business alive… now Tony was skeptical if this whole job deal but… he was desperate.. he took the deal and started working for Roy. Now his time working for the puppet show wasn’t too interesting, really he was more concerned and focused on his own business, but at first he worked as a tech guy alongside Colin and a timekeeper type person for the show aswell. However later on in production he was given the role of a clock character! He grew more dedicated and positive towards the show after this, plus now he had friends!! Things for his own business were now looking up too!! Everything was great… such a shame it all had to go downhill…

Now we have Colin Cyberbeck!!

So this was Colin!! Back before becoming a computery guy infested with computer viruses he was actually a pretty chill clevery guy! Now, similarly to Tony, Colin was born into a family really interested in technology however they leaned moreso to modern technology (like phones, computers, etc.) So Colin was always a tech guy!! However, he began to break off from his family’s business and began seeking out for a way to start his own business instead!! He still was in the process of this when he met Roy nor did he successfully leave his family’s workplace either. He was working a simpler less fun job upon meeting Roy, surveys, clipboards, NOT working on his passion- now that’s what he was doing and he actually met Roy through a survey in fact!! Now Roy, of course, found a way to convince Colin to join his puppet show and- you may be thinking- why would Colin join? This show is about puppets not technology!!! Well that’s what Colin had thought at first until Roy mentioned that they were in need of someone to handle filming, lighting, and things of that nature! After that Colin joined in an instant, besides this gave him a chance to work on something new and prepare him for starting his own business! Or.. at least that’s what the plan originally was- Anywho so Colin started working for Roy!! His main job was to work with most of the technology stuff in the show’s production like editing, sound effects, filming, and those are just a few examples of what he did!!! Colin eventually even got his own puppet dubbed “Colin the Computer”!! Things were going great!! Plus now he had nearly enough money to start his own business… however… we all know by now things didn't stay happy...

Next up is Daniel Cook aka steak (the rest of the food band I’m not really including here since they don’t have as big of a role but in case you were wondering there’s Fredrick (fridge), Sammy/Sam (spinach), and Ben (bread boy :3))

Ok so Daniel and the rest of his family’s case is interesting mainly because, unlike nearly all the other people who encountered Roy, he didn’t end up working for Roy- heck- in fact Daniel didn’t even like Roy in the first place!!! Now I’ll just summarize who the food band was as a whole before I get into the backstory behind how they became teachers. So the food family (which is what I’ll be calling the food band here) we’re a small family which made food for schools and those who were in need of it. We had Daniel who focused on meats, Sam who focused on veggies and fruits, and Fredrick and Ben who focused on breads and pastries. Now the food family did lots of bake sales for charity and would give out free food occasionally and this caught the eye of Roy. Roy offered to sponsor them, he would give them money to “give away” foods from his company or more so he wanted them to sell his products which isn’t what they stood for whatsoever. Roy then offered them a job at his food company which was an offer the family declined, they didn’t know this man and they weren’t gonna let him run how they did business. Days carried on, they got more and more offers from Roy but each time they declined. They continued what they loved regardless. Now eventually June 19th comes rolling up and Roy realizes he needs to get rid of Duck or at least find a way to separate them from the rest of the trio but he had no teachers he could use at that time.. then he remembered the food family… now Roy found teachers who not only could outnumber the trio (or duo since Red is gone) but also separate yellow and duck… and punish them both accordingly- however there was an issue- he didn’t have any connections with this family nor did he think they would be willing to “join his show” so.. he would have to do this through force- luckily Roy isn’t too unfamiliar with kidnapping! (Ughhh I hate this man-) so yes, he kidnaps the food family and forcefully makes them become the food gang which is where Dhmis 5 begins.

now there are two teachers (not including the pilot teachers) that I did not include here, Shrignold and Lamp. Now for Shrig I didn’t include him cuz I’m actually in the process of rewriting his backstory cuz I don’t necessarily like the backstory I wrote for him in the past and I didn’t want to make the wait for my answer longer nor did I want to give you a rushed backstory that I would later claim as false so I didn’t include his backstory here because of that, I hope you don’t mind!! And Lamp… actually didn’t have a past self!! He is one of the very few teachers who didn’t have a non teacher counterpart before becoming a teacher. Lamp was actually a real lamp that little Doi used to love! (And of course Roy decided to traumatize his kid by using this Lamp to nearly kill Doi because just of course Roy freaking would-). But yeah!! I hope you don’t mind I didn’t include these two here! ^^

Anywho I hope you enjoyed my rambling and I’m sorry this took so long to answer!! I uh went full rambling mode on this one lol- but still hope you enjoyed reading this though!!! ^^ (also if I made no sense I’m sorry my rambles can get confusing also i wrote this over the course of a lot of days so I’m sorry XD)

[starglow-xx]

owning a bakery and being discovered by the ada & port mafia (part 1)

platonic! edogawa ranpo x f! reader

type of writing: head canons !!

this is part of my head canon series, flour & fluff !!

tag list is open !! go to this google form and fill it out to sign up!

series synopsis: owning a bakery at 20 is tough; even more so when you have to handle members of two opposing organizations! this is your journey to meeting these fools and creating an unlikely bond with each of them! but only at the cost of your peace and sanity. 

fandom: bungou stray dogs

content: fluff & platonic stuff

author’s notes: this will be a multiple part series of head canons and this is only part one! this series will include both the agency and port mafia members, and then something special for the end. maybe i’ll even write a real one shot/scenario for it. if there’s enough interest, i might open up a tag list for this! i hope you all enjoy!! <33

also, ranpo is 25 in this part; kenji, atushi, kyouka, and the tanizaki siblings aren’t part of the agency yet, only yosano, kunikida, and dazai are, but in the next couple parts, it will be established that the tanizakis are

and (n/n) means nickname :)

meeting the greatest detective

your bakery, Sakura’s, which you named after your late grandmother (who was also your guardian), went into business when you were 18 right after graduating high school

who needed a culinary course when you were trained by dear ol grandma?

your grandmother died when you were 16, just as you started your second year of high school

you were devastated of course, but you knew she wouldn’t want you to wallow over it too long

so in those last two hard years of high school, you took part time jobs at other bakeries and saved lots and lots of money

by graduation, using your life savings, the money your grandmother had left for you, and all the money you earned working, you were able to buy the small building—with a reasonable amount of money left over to survive— you and your grandmother had been eyeing back in her hometown, yokohama, to start your bakery

the building was a bit run down, but you were planning to give it a makeover anyways

it was a bit smaller compared to other buildings around, only having two stories, but on the plus side, the second floor had taller ceilings and was an apartment

is that realistic? probably not but bare with me here 

aNYWHO

you finished putting your bakery up in about 4 months, then finished up your apartment 2 more after

you opened Sakura’s at 7 in the morning then closed at 8 in the evening

when you first started, you did quite well!!

especially with those who went to work on early mornings and families

the time when you first opened was the most peaceful, but you admitted that it was a bit boring, and you wished for a bit more excitement

and boy, the day edogawa ranpo stepped into your bakery was the catalyst for the chaos and excitement that was soon to come

not that you knew that

if you did you would’ve never let him in

maybe

you were 19 when ranpo discovered Sakura’s, and it was completely accidental

he finished solving a case and was on the way back to the agency, and he—not surprisingly—got lost and then it started to rain really hard

it was pouring; there was even the cliche thunder strike and everything

you saw the brown clad man across the street and you ran out with two umbrellas (almost getting hit by a car mind you) handed one to him and practically dragged him inside

with the heavy rain on the forecast, Sakura’s was empty, so you gently pushed him down on a chair and you rushed away to find towels

even though the two of you had umbrellas, the two of you were still soaked 

finding said towels, you quickly dried yourself the best you could then you draped your towel over your back and rushed over to give him his as well as a warm pastry and your special hot honey lemon tea

ranpo laughed as you placed down the refreshment and snack, thinking that you knew who he was and was giving him special treatment

poor bby blinked and went :0 when you said you didn’t

“you don’t know who i am?”

“no. am i supposed to?”

“...”

the 25 year old blanked and you worried that you broke him and started to apologize profusely 

he cut you off claiming that he got over it he didnt but seeing as the bakery was empty and it was pouring pretty badly, he demanded you give him all your attention sit with him so he could tell you all about himself and what he’s done

the two of you got along quite well

you were amazed with all the stories he’s told you 

you honestly acted like a cute little kid listening to fairytales

he told you that and in response you threw a napkin at him

“wow ranpo-san! that’s amazing!!”

“you look like a little kid”

cue the napkin

he was happy with all the attention, praise, and sweets you gave him

the agency gave him praise sure, and made sure he had a lot of snacks but it was refreshing to have someone give him this much and your treats were the best he’s ever had

after he told you all his most interesting cases, the two of you just rambled about the most randomest things; going from the best desserts and snacks to the stupidest things his coworkers have done

you guys were on that last topic for a while

you two talked and rambled for hours, and when it hit hour two and the rain was still pouring, you just went ahead and slipped the “we’re open” sign to “closed” even though it was only 2 o’clock

you thought that this was probably the loving goofy older brother relationship that you missed out on

“ranpo-san, you’re kind of like the brother i’ve never had”

“and you’re still like that little kid”

cue another napkin to the face

don’t worry, he already adores you <3 

he just likes to make fun of you </3

*cuts you off as you’re talking to squish your cheeks* “(y/n) you still have a lot of baby fat and you’re pretty short...are you sure you’re still not in high school or smth??”

*incoherent talking due to pressure on cheeks* “ranpo-san you have 3 seconds before i kick you out”

at around 6, the rain came to a stop and by then, the both of you were all dried up

before he left, you gave him a map so that he hopefully wouldn’t get lost again and gave him a couple boxes of treats for him to have and to share with his coworkers

you closed early so you had to give away at least some of the remaining treats somehow

he wanted you to go to agency with him so he didn’t have to carry everything but you declined saying that you didn’t want to bc you wanted to rest

and for payback for calling you a little kid

you were 19 goddamnit

you already placed everything neatly into two bags so it was easy to carry but this bitch still had the audacity to pout and whine at you

and he calls you the little kid, jeez

you never told him but, you almost gave in

you never told him. but he probably already knows

ranpo san knows all after all; even you knew that by now

the two of you had also exchanged phone numbers and when the two of you showed each other what you each put for a contact name along with the note below, the two of you broke out into grins

you named him “the greatest detective <33″ & put the note “new nii-san <33 & bully </3″ and he named you “cute bakery girl” with the note “best follower, sweets supply & annoying little kid”

when he left, you properly closed the bakery and taped a sign to the door saying that you closed early for personal reasons

when everything was cleaned up, you marched up into your bedroom, plopped on your bed, and took a nap

you deserved it

at the agency not too long after that, ranpo had arrived and when he opened the door, everyone rushed towards him in concern asking if he was okay

he waved them off and walked towards his desk and plopped down in his seat

he placed the two bags in front of him and took out a box of cream puffs and started to snack on them

his coworkers watched him blankly as his scarfed down one after another

after finishing that box, he rummaged through the bags to look through the different kinds of pastries you’ve given him 

noticing that there were people still staring at him he paused before sighing in exasperation

he began to whine at his coworkers saying that no one told him it was gonna rain and that they were lucky that he happened to be in front of Sakura’s

“why did no one tell me?! it was pouring and i was soaked! you guys are lucky that (n/n)-chan’s bakery was right there! you would’ve probably lost me! how would the agency even function without me here?!”

no one wanted to be the one to tell him that they had no idea who he was talking about and that they did in fact tell him that it was gonna pour

they can save that, and their questions for another time

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The Cage - Part One

A/n: so hi! This is a UFC based fic about Grayson Dolan. This is an AU with an OC. There is no face claim as of now but they might change idk. I’m not going to ramble lol I’m just very very nervous. Anywho please enjoy and let me know what you think! There will be many parts to this series by the way lol so this part is kind of slow but just wait aha

Word Count: 5924

Warnings: fluff, mentions of death, explicit language, and triggering topics (maybe?) mentioned

“I’ve always wondered what it’d be like to be famous- never telling anyone but I’ve always wanted to know- wanted to get in the head of someone famous and see what they go through- but I could’ve never guessed this was how I was going to find out.

It all started when I was 22, fresh out of college, with a crappy assistant job at a publishing company in Los Angeles, California. Having been stuck at this job for almost three years and never even having my articles read, I was starting to lose hope that I would never be more than an assistant. Until one day…”

“Lily! Get in here! And bring me a coffee!” I scurry to Mr. Lane’s office, clutching the coffee I had just gone and grabbed for him, stopping by my desk to grab my notebook and pen.

I opened his glass door and put his coffee down on his desk, pushing up my glasses as I opened my notebook and clicked my pen, looking up at him expectantly, waiting for him to say what he needed me to do. He looks at me, his eyes bright at first but quickly losing their color and he sighs as though he’s already exasperated, “What is this?” He holds up a copy of a story I had put on his desk.

Oh jeez, another rejection. I push my glasses up again and start to stutter out an explanation in a quiet voice, “Well, I-I heard you talking to some of the reporters about need-needing a new story for next week's issue and well, I-I already had an idea so I thought I’d-” He cuts me off with a quick raise of his hand and a stoic look on his face, giving nothing away.

“Look,” he sighs and rubs his face with both hands before continuing, “It’s not a bad story, but it’s a half-baked idea. That’s your problem. That’s why you haven’t gotten a byline yet- you can never deliver a full idea- let alone a full article, do you understand?”

I look down, refusing to let him see my cheeks burn red and my eyes water. This is what he says every time I give him an idea. “Do you want to be a journalist?” He questions.

I make eye contact with him quickly lifting my head and squaring my shoulders to try and seem more confident, “More than anything, sir.”

“Well then, I have a proposition for you.” He gets up from his chair, his tall, lean body going to perch on the corner of his desk as he looks up at me his blue eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint, “I’ll give you a lead, and if you can follow through and get me a full 12000-word article by Monday, you can keep your job and I might throw you a lead here and there. But if you fail to deliver…” He pauses momentarily, thinking over his next words carefully, “you lose your job.”

I gasp and try to reason with myself for a second, making a mental pro-con list before replying quietly, “What’s the article on?”

He shakes his head and smirks lightly, filling my stomach with more unease, “No, you have to agree to the proposition. Then, I will tell you the story.”

Can I do this? Can I risk everything? I mean, that’s what my life’s been so far, a lot of risks and sacrifices. But is this a sacrifice I’m willing to make?

What would mom do? I sigh, “O-ok. Okay, I accept. Now, what’s the story?”

He claps his hands together excitedly and looks up at me with a boyish grin, he moves swiftly behind his desk and grabs an envelope, handing it to my shaky hands, “Grayson Dolan, he fights tonight here at the arena, go with a press pass, get an interview with him and ask him a couple of questions. Oh, and make sure we get a quote.”

I stare at him open-mouthed, frozen to my spot, “What? The Grayson Dolan?! You and I are both very aware that he refuses to do interviews. This isn’t even possible.” I say without trying to raise my voice too much.

Jace just leans back in his desk chair, lacing his fingers together and putting them behind his head, “Not my problem- it’s yours now. If I don’t have that story in my hand Monday morning, just pack your things up and leave, got it?” He smirks up at me.

I just silently walk out of his office and back to my desk, sitting down and putting my head against the cool wood surface. I don’t know if I want to cry or punch myself in the face.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

“And then he told me that if I accept- but fail to give him a story- I lose my job!”

“Wow! I never liked that guy, you know. He gives off such- such a douchebag vibe.”

I can’t help but chuckle at my dad’s voice dropping a little, he hasn’t been big on cursing since mom passed. At first, it was weird because both my parents cussed when I was growing up. But after mom passed, dad decided that, ‘there’s enough hate in the world’ and that he’s not going to add to it with foul language.’

“I know Dad, but what am I supposed to do?”

“Don’t accept it! You should never risk your whole career on whether or not some guy is feeling up to an interview!”

“Ok, one-” I start, “it is not just some guy! This is Grayson Dolan! And two,” I lower my voice and chew my lip, a bad habit I picked up in middle school, “I already agreed.”

“Of course you did!” he sounds exasperated and I pull my phone away from my ear a little out of reflex, “You are just like your mother, you know that?” he sighs and the line goes quiet.

“Daddy?” I whisper into the phone. He stays silent. It’s my turn to sigh and fall back onto my couch. I mutter into the phone, “He wouldn’t tell me the story until I accepted. I have to go get ready, I’ll talk to you after the match. I’ll be sitting ringside so look for me, ok?”

“Ok, I will. I’m still not happy about this.”

“I know Dad, you’re not happy with two-thirds of the things I do.”

That gets a reluctant chuckle out of him, “I guess you’re right. Good luck, by the way. If anyone can get an interview out of Dolan- it’d be you. And if you can’t, your childhood bedroom would love to have you back.”

“Ha-ha. Thanks. I love you.”

“Love you too baby, I’ll see you soon?”

“Dad,” my stomach drops at his hopeful voice and I can’t bring myself to tell him the truth, “Maybe, bye.”

I hang up the phone before he can say anything and I sink into the couch.

I wake with a start, my neck sore from the back of the couch. Oh no. I grab my phone in a haste, I turn it on and my whole body sags in relief when the time shows up; 6:45.

I have about an hour and a half to get ready, that’s enough time!

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Wrong. Very wrong. I feel a wave of heat wash over me, igniting my anxiety as I look at the time on my phone; 7:45.

I quickly put on my normal, light makeup consisting of moisturizer, skin tint, blush on my cheeks and nose, giving me an almost sunburnt look. I shape my eyebrows a little, fix my glasses, and put on my chapstick. I quickly brush out my short, wavy hair and clip back the front parts. I shake my head slightly to get my bangs in place and do one last check in the mirror before heading to my closet.

Too pink. Too casual. Too tight. Too- ugh where did I even get that from? I start moving the hangers faster, getting frustrated with my lack of options. I move past a pastel purple dress- wait. I go back to the dress and grab it off the rod, holding it up in the light.

When did I buy this? My eyebrows furrow as I look at the beautiful and delicate dress that I must’ve forgotten about. I pull it off the hanger and slowly put it on, saying a silent prayer that it fits.

I smooth the soft material out and look in the mirror. I’m pleasantly surprised by how the dress fits. It’s silk with spaghetti straps and is a lilac color with little flowers all over it.

I don’t have time to overthink my outfit now. I throw on my roommate’s white Timberlands, grab my black purse, making sure my ID, wallet, and phone are all tucked safely inside. I grab my press pass and put the lanyard around my head carefully.

Taking a deep breath, I walk out to the living room where my roommate is sitting waiting for me to come out.

I clear my throat and try not to look too awkward. Ryan looks up from her MacBook and gasps, tossing her laptop onto the couch next to her, she moves over to me, her long legs gracefully walking around the coffee table.

She investigates every part of my outfit, making me feel small and self-conscious. Before I can stop myself, I start rambling in a quiet tone, “Is-is this too much? Do you th-think it looks okay?”

She grasps my shoulders and a wide smile makes its way onto her face, “Of course, you look amazing!” I smile at her and she winks at me, “When that pretentious ass sees you- he might want to do more than just let you interview him.”

I snort and roll my eyes and she laughs, “Yeah right,” I mumble.

She walks over to our coat rack and pulls off a small black cardigan, “Here, I know it gets cold in there,” I smile gratefully and take it from her, folding it over the crook of my arm and taking a deep breath.

I start to walk towards the door and she calls my name, I look back at her as I open the door, “You look hot Lil- knock ‘em dead,” I smile at her and nod, walking out before I get sappy.

I pull into the busy parking lot of the arena and gulp down my bubbling anxiety. I find a parking spot, towards the back of the lot seeing as I don’t get bothered by having to walk a little. I go up to the line, seeing a sign that says, ‘PRESS ENTRANCE HERE’ I smile at the worker looking at me and pointing to the Press sign and then at my pass hanging around my neck, he nods.

I go towards the other entrance and show a different security guard my pass and he opens a door for me, I smile up at him, “Thank you-” I glance at the small name tag, “Don.” He blushes slightly and coughs.

I blush too and walk through the door quickly. I realize that I’m ‘backstage’ and can hear the fans cheering for one of the main card fights happening. I check my small watch and see that it’s going to be another hour or so before Grayson Dolan fights.

I take another deep breath and start walking forward, trying not to look like a lost puppy and failing when a man wearing a UFC crew shirt comes over to me with furrowed brows, “Who’re you looking for?”

I look at him, his deep voice vibrating against the walls, “Grayson Dolan,” I answer back.

He gives me a once-over and I try not to make a face when he meets my eyes and smirks, “Oh, he’ll like you.” I furrow my brows but decide not to question it as he points down a long hallway, “Four doors down, take a right, then the last door on the left is him- the one that’ll say, Grayson Dolan.” I thanked him even though he was a bit rude, and made my way down.

Once I turn down the hallway I see someone sitting outside one of the rooms on a single chair. I make my way closer and my heart drops into my stomach when I see it’s a girl sitting outside Grayson Dolan’s room, “Hello? Are-Are you okay?”

The girl looks up at me from her phone and gives me a once-over, except it’s different from the way the worker did- she looks annoyed with me. She stands up, her high heels making her about an inch or two taller than me, “Who are you?” She asks, crossing her arms over her chest, pushing her cleavage up.

I cough to clear my throat a little, taken back by her abrasive tone, “I’m a reporter- Are you okay?”

“I’m perfectly fine, and if you’re here for Grayson Dolan- he won’t talk to you.”

“I- I’m sorry, why do you say that?” The woman steps closer to me and I try not to gag at the smell of her cheap, overused perfume. I step back from her and she straightens up slightly, glowering at me.

“Just run along, maybe you’ll understand when you’re grown,” She says, looking back at her phone, when she glances up and sees I’m not leaving she rolls her eyes, “Grayson Dolan doesn’t talk to reporters. I wouldn’t be surprised if you weren’t actually a reporter anyway, you’re probably just here to fuck him, huh? Get in line,” She laughs.

My whole body feels like it’s on fire. I don’t understand why she’s being so rude and malicious towards me but I have to get this interview. I can’t let people like her bring me down anymore. When she gives me a fake smile and sits back down, I decide to be the bigger person. Not snapping back at her and ignoring her. Because she doesn’t know me and she doesn’t know what I’ve been through.

The door opens before I can say anything anyways and we both look over, startled. A man looks over at us, then turn and glances back inside the room before he nods, looking at me, and asking what my name is, “Lily Taylor, here with Ace Publis-” I try to tell him but he cuts me off opening the door wider and my eyes widen as he tells me to come in. I try to keep from laughing when the girl asks if she can come in but he just shakes his head at her, I turn around quickly before he shuts the door, “If I were you- I wouldn’t lie to others and say you’re around his age, it’s very obvious that you’re old enough to be his mom,” And the door shuts on her shocked face.

I realize my heart is pounding in my ears and that is probably the meanest thing I’ve ever done, “I should probably apologize,” I whisper to myself and jump slightly when I hear a deep chuckle.

“What can I help you with, Ms. Taylor?” My shoulders tense at the familiar voice and I turn around slowly, facing a couch with a very amused Grayson Dolan sitting on it.

“I- I’m so sorry for being so rude to her. I didn’t mean to be.”

“Why do you think I’d care about her? She’s been sitting out there for two hours,” He laughs and I think he caught the raise of my eyebrow but ignores it, “I asked you once, Ms. Taylor, I don’t like repeating myself.” He reminds me of his question.

I square my shoulders, “I’m here with Ace Publishing & Co., I would love if you could answer some questions for me,” I smile at him, trying to come off as friendly.

His amused expression drops and he scoffs, “You’re one of them? God- here I was hoping you were a die-hard fan. Was going to make you feel very special,” He smirks at me and I scrunch my nose out of habit at his gross words. I quickly stop, realizing I need this, “Frank- show Ms. Taylor out please,” He sighs, and my eyes widen and I stick my hands out and Frank stops moving for a second.

“Wait! Wait! Please I-” Frank huffs at my refusal to move and grabs my arm as I move closer to Grayson, “Please. I wouldn’t be this adamant if I didn’t need this. Please. My career is counting on this moment. Please, I will get down on my knees and beg if I have to, please,” I put my hands in a pleading gesture, hoping he’d take pity.

He holds his hand up to Frank and he lets go of my arm, I sigh and straighten up a little, hoping to gain back some of the dignity I seemed to have lost, “What do you mean?” He cocks his head to the side curiously and I blush, glancing at the ground.

“My boss he uh- he told me that if I don’t get at least a quote from you I can kiss my job goodbye and well, it’s not the best job but I’ve worked my ass off to get where I’m at and he’s being unfair and I understand that this isn’t your problem and I understand why you don’t like to talk to interviewers-”

He cuts me off, “You know why I don’t talk to interviewers?” I look up at him and nod meekly, “Why? Explain it to me,” he crosses his arms and I think he might be upset with me.

I look back down at the ground and take a breath, glancing back up at him through my lashes, “You don’t do interviews because doing an interview is personal and revealing. You’re scar- scared to let the world see who the Grayson Dolan is because you don’t think they’ll like you as much.”

He cocks his eyebrow and uncrosses his arm, sighing, looking away from me to the wall, his tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek as he contemplates for a minute, “You got like 20 minutes to ask me whatever you want, and no stupid questions that all the interviewers ask, okay?” I nod and move to sit in the chair next to the couch.

“Do you mind if I record this? I’d like to keep this paper-free, meaning I don’t have a notebook out and try to write everything down. We’re just going to have a conversation and let it flow. I can stop recording at any time if you say something you’d like erased. I’m not here to expose you, just here to get to know you. As a person. Not as a fighter. I’m not going to ask you anything about how being a fighter’s been or what your inspiration is. I’m going to ask you about you. As a whole. Because the UFC is not your personality,” I explain to him, pulling my phone out and pulling up my voice memos app and looking back up to him, waiting for an answer.

He stares at me until finally, I say his name quietly, hoping he’s okay, he blinks and flushes, shifting, “Sorry, y-yeah, that’s okay. I just- I didn’t expect you to be like- acting like a human.”

I laugh and start recording, “Maybe that means I’m a bad journalist? I don’t know- I feel like it’s easier to connect and get the questions in without papers and cameras and all that other stuff.”

(this part is going to be a dialogue as though we are just listening to the recording)

“That makes sense, and no I can tell you’re going to be great, you treat me like I’m just- a guy, which doesn’t happen often.”

“I bet, you don’t deserve that though. Okay, I’m going to start us off with some icebreakers- so tell me what your childhood dream job was, your favorite ice cream flavor, and 3 things you do on the weekends.”

“Oh, jeez, what is this- first day of 6th grade? Fine- Uh, I always wanted to be a pro wrestler, that was my dream job as a kid. My favorite- vegan- ice cream flavor is probably mint chocolate chip. And, uhm, three things I do on the weekends...okay okay I got it; eat, sleep, workout. Now you.”

“Me?”

“Yes, you, Miss Reporter. If you want this to flow you gotta participate as well.”

“Okay, fine. Uh- as a kid I always wanted to be a veterinarian, and then when I was like 10 I realized I wanted to be a writer. My favorite ice cream flavor is probably mint chocolate chip as well. And on the weekends...I’d probably say; read, watch fights with my dad, and drink tea with my best friend at a cafe.”

“Every single weekend?”

“Yeah, my dad lives on the other side of the country so we do a FaceTime call and watch UFC together. My roommate has a job that takes up a lot of her time during the week so we go to this small cafe by our house every weekend.”

“Wow.”

(this is where the rest of the interview would be but, for later in the timeline, we aren’t going to cover every question she asks him :))

“Okay, now tell me about your family. Where you grew up, were your parents married, did you have a dog, and how do you think this all helped make you the man you are today?”

“I grew up in New Jersey; my dad left when I was 10. I’m allergic to dogs and cats, so I have a parrot named Gizmo. My mom never remarried and my sister lives with her. My brother and I moved to LA when we were 18, with no money, no job, just hope. We went to a gym and asked them if they’d train us. The next thing I knew, my brother was getting a job working at the gym and becoming one of my trainers. I learned how to fight and used my wrestling experience and worked my way into the UFC.”

“You didn’t answer my last question.”

“Yes, I did.”

“No, you told me how you got started in the UFC. I don’t want to know about that- everyone knows that story already. I want to know how you think the things you went through as a child have shaped you as a person.”

“I- I guess- I don’t know, to be honest. I don’t think much of who I’ve become so that question is hard to answer.”

“Why do you say that? You are one of the most accomplished men in America.”

“To others, but this- I wasn’t supposed to be a fighter. Everyone sees me as accomplished but I just feel like this was an accident. There was no great event in my life that caused me to become an MMA fighter- it just happened.”

“You don’t believe in fate, Mr. Dolan?”

“No, I don’t. Do you, Ms. Taylor?”

“Yes, I believe that we all have a path we are meant to follow and that everything happens for a reason.”

“Why?”

“Because- I don’t know- it’s nicer than the alternative to me, I guess. I don’t want to live in a world where nothing has a reason behind it. We’ll move on to the next question. You don’t disclose personal information; relationships, family, children, etcetera.”

“Where are you going with this?”

“Why is that? Are you afraid?”

“Afraid? Of what?”

“The same reason I said earlier as to why you don’t like interviews; you are scared people will see the real Grayson Dolan and not like you as much or think you’re different.”

“Are you like- a profiler or something? Why do you think that?”

“I’m not a profiler- I’m a journalist. It’s my job to look for clues, pick up on the small things about someone no one else would notice.”

“Ok, I’ll accept that. Is it my turn to ask you questions?”

“No that’s not how this works.”

“You said you wanted this to be like a normal conversation, did you not?”

“Yes, I did say that, but-”

“Okay, well, I don’t know about you but normally when I’m getting to know someone- I get to ask questions just like they do.”

“Fine. What do you want to know?”

“I want to know...if you’ll go out with me?”

“What? Like on a- like on a date?”

“Yes, a date, Ms. Taylor.”

“Uh- I don’t know, maybe, I-”

“30 minutes to the fight, Dolan! Gotta get you warmed-up!”

(the story is back to normal now)

“So?” He questions as he stands up and I try to gather all my stuff. Trying to push down the butterflies while I stop the recording. I just continue to get more flustered, especially when he puts his hand out for me and I shyly take it, he pulls me to my feet and I stare at him through my lashes.

“I- sure. On one condition,” I smile slyly up at him and he raises an eyebrow at me, I ignore the unfamiliar feeling between my thighs at the look on his face and continue quickly, “You have to win this fight. I’ll be in the front row watching. If you win- I’ll go out with you.”

He smiles and then chuckles, “I thought you were going to make it hard? I could win this fight in my sleep baby, I’ll let you know the time after the fight, just stick around, yeah?”

I snort and roll my eyes, ignoring the pull on my heart when he calls me baby, “I’ll be there,” He smiles at me again and I jump a little in surprise when I feel his warm, large hand on the small of my back, he opens the door for me and leads me into the hallway.

I try not to laugh at the face of the Instagram model when she sees Grayson’s hand on me, “I’ll be looking for you in the front row, just so you know.” He teases.

I smile at him and kiss him on the cheek, “I’ll be the one cheering the loudest. Knock Em dead!” I walk away quickly and glance back seeing him standing there, his right hand gently going up to touch the spot I kissed and we both blush. My heart drops into my stomach when he looks over and sees the model. I have to turn the corner and get to my seat so I don’t see how he reacted. He wouldn’t sleep with her right after asking me out, would he? My subconscious snaps back; you barely know the man! Maybe he does this all the time! I push her down and ignore the bad feeling in my gut.

As I sit down in my seat, everything that just happened hits me and I slouch into my seat, what. the. fuck. I’m going on a date with Grayson Dolan! I got an interview with Grayson Dolan! I kissed Grayson Dolan on the cheek! I bite back a smile and take out my phone, taking a video showing me smiling at the camera, then flipping the camera around and showing off how close I am to the octagon. I sent it to my dad quickly.

He responds almost immediately.

*From Daddy: Wow!! So cool! Have tons of fun! Not too much though! Not ready to be a grandpa...yet ;)

I snort and roll my eyes, responding and then turning my phone off when the lights in the arena dim.

*To Daddy: Lmao, shut up. I’ll try to have fun though! The main card is starting! I’ll talk to you later, love you <3

After I watch a few of the fights before Graysons’, I take some pictures and jot down some information about the fights and who won, knowing it’ll add more substance to my piece.

I watch as the whole arena transforms and the whole place is bursting with barely-contained energy and the place goes dark. Suddenly, lights start beaming and music starts playing, I smile at the Kid Cudi (each fight he uses a different Cudi song) choice for tonight- Enter Galactic as it blasts through the speakers everyone goes wild, Grayson moving swiftly to the octagon with his head low and singing the song softly to himself. I can tell he’s not the same Grayson I was talking to, he has flipped the switch- as he told me he does- and is now The Grayson Dolan- UFC Fighter and Champion.

He takes his shirt off and I blush at his tan skin, the rippling muscles making my brain go straight in the gutter. The ‘doc’ pats him down and puts vaseline on his face. I try not to laugh at how weird he looks with his eyebrows slicked down.

He makes his way into the octagon and I see him scanning the front row when his eyes land on mine. I smile at him but he just gives me a curt nod in response before turning away. I’m taken aback by his attitude but I know he has to stay in his fighter mentality.

The other fighter, Dominick Reyes, comes in and he has a good amount of people cheer for him but the majority of the arena boos when he comes out. I know that having some of how this fight goes in my article will make it look better because it’s such a big deal, so I jot some notes down, some about Grayson and some about Reyes.

I subconsciously chew on my nail, scolding myself when I realize what I’m doing. He’s going to win. I tell myself to calm down, I’ve never been to a fight before so the chaotic and anxiety-filled energy around me must be getting to my head.

The ref announces them both, and then they go to the middle, Grayson goes to touch Reyes’ fist, but Reyes pulls back and smirks at Grayson, “C’mon pretty boy,” he sings.

Grayson’s jaw clenches and he starts moving around the octagon, Reyes slowly falling into a pattern of chasing him around. Grayson continues to step to the right until suddenly, he moves to the left, and Reyes doesn’t see it. I watch in astonishment as he puts all of his power into the punch, hitting Reyes perfectly on the temple. Reyes drops to the ground and Grayson’s about to follow him to the mat but the ref stops him, officially calling the fight. Grayson looks over at me, my mouth hanging wide open and he smirks, winking at me.

That asshole just winked at me.

I stand up quickly, cheering loudly with everyone else and he shakes his head, turning back to his team as they run into the octagon to hug him. Once Grayson is done with everything and the crowd starts shuffling out, Grayson comes over to me, “D’you see that?” He smiles and I smile back.

“Yeah, yeah, I saw,” He chuckles and grabs my arm pulling me into him.

I gasp as I hit his hard, sweaty chest, “You’re sweaty,” I scrunch my nose up and try to pull away but he tightens his grip, staring down at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“You owe me a date,” He responds and I roll my eyes, ignoring the hammering of my heart at how close we are to each other.

“What time and where?” I say, acting bored.

He chuckles down at me, “I’ll pick you up at 5:30. This Saturday. Just bring your beautiful self and don’t worry about anything else.”

“What’s the dress code?” I raise my eyebrow and he shrugs.

“Whatever you want to wear, although I’ll tell you right now they might frown upon you wearing lingerie or something like that.”

I snort and as he moves away from me a little and we start walking behind his team I realize that I’m a lot colder than I realized, rubbing my arms subconsciously and realizing that I left my sweater in the car damn it.

Grayson notices me rubbing my arms and bumps my shoulder, “You cold?”

“A little. I have a sweater in the car, I’ll be fine.”

He frowns as he opens the door to his dressing(?) room, “I have a jacket you can wear.”

He goes over to a chair in the corner and grabs a big, soft black jacket with DOLAN on the back and the UFC and Reebok logo on the front. I shake my head, “No, r-really it’s- it’s okay,”

“Just take it, you can give it back later, s’not a big deal, I don’t need it. I’m way too hot right now.”

He hands it over to me and I look down at it in his hands and then glance back at him, crossing my arms. He rolls his eyes and comes over to me, putting it on my shoulders and looking down at me, “Just wear it. Please?” He whispers and I flush, seeing that if I moved too fast our lips would be touching.

I nod softly and he steps back. I take a deep breath and put my arms through the sleeves and the jacket immediately warms me. I relax into the warmth and pull it tighter around me and he smirks, “Like you in my clothes.”

I blush and look down, “I- I should be goi-going,” I point my thumb at the door and he bites back a smile.

“Yeah, I’ll see you Saturday then?”

I nod and stutter out a response as I walk back to the door, “Y-yep! 5:30! Wait- I didn’t give you my address o-or my phone num-Ow!” I yelp in surprise when the door handle digs into my lower back and he can’t hold back his laugh as he walks over to me, trapping me between him and the door.

I swallow at his large frame covering me up, his arms resting on each side of the wall by my head, I can see his large biceps and the veins running up his arms in my peripheral vision. He smirks and leans down, “Check your pocket,” he says softly and I look up at him with furrowed brows.

I slowly move my hands to the jacket pockets and after digging around a little I feel a small piece of paper in the right pocket. I pull it out and open it up. I glance up at him in surprise at the digits scribbled onto the paper.

“H-How did you- why-” He cuts me off by moving away from me, my body on fire from how close he had been to me.

I move off the door when he motions for me to move and he opens the door, “Ms. Taylor,” He says, trying to hide a smirk.

I scoff incredulously and walk past him, stopping outside the door in the cold hallway, I turn back to look at him before I walk away to go have a panic attack in my car, “Mr. Dolan.”

A/n: okayyy so I know it’s bad and I’ll be editing it soon but I’m posting this on an ipad lmfao so please cut me some slack.

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hii! can I request levihan headcanons? loved the vets trio one,, thank youu♥️

Levihan Headcanons

[A/n: Hi, Thank you for being my first requester! I’m a huge fan of Levihan myself and I’m drafting a fanfiction for them. I really hope you like my headcanons about the ship! Thank you :) ]

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Contains Sexual themes.

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Levi Ackerman

Levi fucking a d o r e s Hanji.

Like he sits there and calls her names like shitty glasses and four eyes, but in reality he is screaming on the inside because he loves her eyes.

One time she didn’t wear her glasses at night and ran into a door. Levi showed his soft side for like 5 minutes because he actually got scared she hurt her head when she was just laughing about it

Usually when in public and she hurts herself, he acts unfazed. But in private he turns into a little mom-

But 9/10 when she actually does something stupid as fuck he seriously isn’t fazed anymore

When they take showers together, he really likes to wash her hair. He claims it’s satisfying because her hair is so soft.

Levi and her don’t sleep together much because they are always super busy, but when they do, Levi is a l w a y s the little spoon

But that’s okay because hange doesn’t mind being big spoon

One day he told her if she didn’t brush her teeth then he would never kiss her again and she got really upsetti spaghetti

But she did it anyways-

These guys FUCK LIKE RABBITS- like when I say they don’t stop; they just d o n t.

Like for some reason when they are together, it can go on for ages and they both still have fun

I mean yes they climax multiple times but these dudes just l o v e to fuck on another level that’s seriously scary

Levi lives for the fact Hanji is a switch-

One time Hanji slipped some weak whiskey into his tea, and Levi didn’t notice because he was too tired. He ended up plastered because he’s such a lightweight and she had to take care of him for the rest of the night

When they both get a day off together, they like to go for walks.

Hanji talks about Titans the entire time and Levi just sighs and listens

He doesn’t have much to talk about so he enjoys listening to her ramble forever.

Levi really appreciates the fact that Hanji is super intelligent. He himself isn’t too academically smart so being with someone who is that way is very refreshing to him.

He actually never dated anyone until meeting Hanji

Sometimes he fantasizes about marrying her to help him fall asleep/deal with his insomnia

When he sleeps with her, he sleeps like a rock and doesn’t get nightmares

He has definitely been cradled before by Hanji from having PTSD attacks

Hanji tries to make him tea but it never comes out good.

He still drinks it and pretends it’s the best tea he’s ever had-

But usually they are dead honest with each other. Hurting each other’s feelings in nearly impossible because they are both super sarcastic

Now that I think about it, their flirting would be through sarcasm

Loves to dance with Hanji to Classical music.

Levi relies on Hanji to spill tea about the drama going on with the kids in the survey corps

It’s literally how he knows everything about them- I mean yes he’s very intelligent in the matter of reading people but he’s a captain, he’s too busy to focus on them 24/7

But Hanji happens to figure out everything and blabber it all to him so it’s a win/win situation-

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Hanji Zoë

Dear god does Hanji love this man

She thinks she started to fall for him when he walked away from her when she started to talk about Titans.

Why that of all things? Apparently to her that meant she got to “chase her prey”

I mean Hanji is slightly insane so it makes sense to me

anYWHO- Hanji has been through really bad relationships in her past so she was scared of falling for Levi

But Levi treats her really well in bed and out ;)

She actually trusts Levi more than anyone

Hanji really likes to message his hands for some reason

She claims they are soft like baby hands

Levi gets really annoyed when she says that-

One time she brought Levi breakfast in bed on his first day off in over a month and it made him almost cry

Like he was so happy that she did that-

Hanji is actually bad at cooking but she tries super hard. Levi knows this so he eats her food no matter how bad the taste is

Honestly they were a match made in heaven because of the fact he grew up in the underground so therefore he can stomach anything and everything with an unphased look. Including hanjis food

She has fantasized about Levi being a Titan shifter and wOW

Some nights Hanji cries because she constantly thinks and overthinks things like if Levi gets eaten

But Levi always finds her when she does cry (she goes and hides in a secret place like a closet) and holds her

So yes, he has held a crying Hanji in his lap while sitting in a closet

She tries to hide when she cries because she thinks if Levi sees she has a weak side then he won’t love her anymore like her ex’s did

Poor baby 🥺

But Levi comforts her nonetheless because of the times she has been there to comfort him

Her favorite drink is when Levi makes her Tea and puts a spoonful of honey in it.

There was a time when they both got sick and they had to take care of each other

When on her period and cramps are worse than usual, she forces Levi to carry her around like a kid

Levi goes out to the market and tries to find carrot cake for her before she even ask for it because he knows exactly what she likes.

As a prank she bought Levi the most expensive and nicest of cleaning supplies for his birthday...

But he didn’t think it was a prank and actually loved the gift-

She ended up pretending that it wasn’t a prank and saving his actual gift for some other time

Has a tiny plant growing in her office that she named after him

Levi doesn’t like that she named her plant after him and gets frustrated about it

So instead she pokes jabs at his name by calling the plant tiny-

Everytime they brawl/train together, after a few minutes of going back and forth she does some dirty trick to make him lose attention and it works

Hanji usually ends up on top but he’s starting to get used to her tricks now

But it always ends with them having a massive make out session so-

She actually taught Levi how to slow dance

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Okay that’s all. I hope you liked it!

[hqxreader]

I-I taylor it just turned into a brain ramble pls accept my sachi x idol reader tots 😔🤲

Saichi going to a shoot for his bab on a day off n he was roped into bein an extra because come on look at him perfect face boi n then they make him do the kabedon or poses where theyre super close on the reader for the photoshoot then y/n is all flustered because its not an actor but her 11/10 boyfie doing it. (BOUNS POINTS HES IN A CRISPY SUIT OOO) Embarassed af and then Sachi is all happy like ‘this my puppy and only I can make her this embarassed hehe’ and the rest of the staff still teases her in the future about it like ‘come on put a ring on him, such a keeper owo’ and she keeps all the photos from the shoot into her phone like its a treasure we must keep and the fangirls start coming in like ‘who is this handsum handsum man? Is he also an idol owo’

Extra: His siblings see it and are kinda jelly like ‘were pro players but baby brother is more popular then us from 1 photoshoot? 👁👄👁’

P.s. Feel free to add anything u think of cause sachi thoughts are /chefs kiss/ immaculate 🥰

P.p.s. ILY STAY HYDRATED U AMAZING INCREDIBLE CUTIE PATOOTIE STRONG HUMAN BEING U CAN DO ANYTHING 😩💖

i’ll always accept them love 💕

this idea tho, i sat and thought about it for awhile cause damn.. Sachi in a suit?? who do i ask to draw that for all the sachi stans?

but anywho~ i did have to look up kabedon cause i didn’t know it was actually called that?? i knew it as the ‘goodbye personal space’ pose lol showing how intelligent i am

p.p.p.s ILY YOU STAY HYDRATED TOO OKAY?? YOU ARE AMAZING, GOT IT?? DON’T LET ANYONE TELL YA OTHERWISE!! OMG I LOVE THE CUTIE PATOOTIE  💕💕💕

okie dokie i hope you enjoy! 💕this got super long oh jeez

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Warnings: Sachi gets a bit dirty sorry folks, embarrassed reader, horrible writing, and Sachi in a suit and tie cause that’s totally a warning 

Word Count: 1.1k (holy shit damn) 

You were more than happy to learn that your PR team had gotten you an ad photo shoot with a popular clothing line/company/whatever. They wanted to advertise some of their more professional clothes, suits and dresses, yada yada. With a quick kiss goodbye to Sachirou, you made your way over to the photo shoot location.  

Arriving there, everyone was rushing around more than what you would consider normal. You heard various people saying, “I can’t believe he got sick, what are we supposed to do today? Should we reschedule?”

Going to your PR team you asked what was going on, confused. They explained to you that the extra who was supposed to model with you got sick, and they were trying to find a replacement. “Well, um,” you started, “Sachirou’s off today, do you think he could work as a replacement?” 

Your team knew who Sachirou was at this point, especially after his surprise backstage for you. They eagerly agreed, saying that would be amazing.

Walking to a more quiet corner of the studio, you gave your boyfriend a call. “Hey Sachi?” “What’s up Puppy?” “How would you like to be a model for a day?” 

And with that, Sachirou made his way over to the studio, excited for the shoot. 

When you introduced him to the photographer and she was very happy with him, even mumbling, “maybe even better than our sick idiot.” 

And with that, they sent you both to the changing area to get all dolled up and such for the shoot. 

You were dressed in a dark red sleeveless dress that rested just above your knees with black heels. plus your hair and jewelry was all nice and fancy i’m not getting into that sry.  

Leaving the changing room, you saw Sachirou wearing a black crisp(y) suit, a white dress shirt with his tie matching the color of your dress. His hair was slicked back unlike his usual wild hair. You couldn’t help but let your jaw drop, when the hell had your boyfriend become even more handsome?? 

“Like what you see, y/n?” Sachirou walked over to you, smirk on his face. You felt your face warm up at his comment. “’Cause I’m loving what I see.” Cheesiest ass line ever

Before you could respond with a comeback, the photographer called both of you over to discuss what you’d be doing for the shoot. “So y/n, I’d like you to stand with your back against the wall, Hirugami, I’m going to have you put your arm next to her head and lean over her, like a kabe-don pose, okay?” 

You simply nodded and Sachirou gave her a thumbs up. Taking your hand, he walked you over to the set where the were two walls set up, one for you to lean on and the other for the background. 

You leaned against the one wall, getting situated before Sachirou placed one hand next to your head and the other slid into the pocket of his black dress pants. 

Your cheeks warmed up to what felt like a blazing temperature from the close proximity of your faces. Sachirou’s face was only what felt like an inch or two away from yours. 

You both maintained eye contact. His lips turned into a smirk, a mischievous glint in his eyes along with something else. “Is my puppy being a good girl? A good little model?” he murmured in a husky voice, and only you could hear his words. sorry ima go now

Your eyes widened at his comment and your mouth formed a small o-shape. “Y-yes, I’m being a g-good model.” You couldn’t help but stutter over your words, embarrassment seeping through your body. 

The camera went off various times, the photographer capturing the moment between you two. “’Cause I have the best little puppy, don’t I? She’s very smart and beautiful, knows how to follow directions, yeah?”

All you could do was nod, your legs buckling a bit underneath you. Sachirou moved his free arm on your thigh, keeping you stable.  “Does my puppy need some support?” Gasping at the sudden change of position, you couldn’t help but cover your face with your hands. More shuttering sounds were heard as the photographer continued to take photos.  

“No, no, no, puppy. Let me see your beautiful face, don’t hide it from me.” You slowly moved your hands to rest on his broad shoulders, one hand messing with his tie. “There we go, there’s my beautiful puppy.”

More shuttering.

“Okay guys, I think that’s pretty good! Nice job to both of you!”

Sachirou pushed off the wall, taking a step back. He grinned, the former horny teasing attitude gone. “Nice job, love! I’m sure the people will love it!” 

You continued to stare at him in shock, how in the world did he go from whispering dirty words in your ear to this energetic man? “Y..yeah the people will love it, Sachi,” you said slowly.  

“Alright well, I’m gonna change and head back home, see ya in a bit?” You simply nodded with a small smile and watched him walk back to the changing rooms. 

Still leaning against the wall, the photographer chuckled at you. “You’re keeping him right? I sure do hope so, you don’t find guys like him very often.” Your smile grew and you wholehearted agreed, “He’s a keeper, no doubt about it.”

“When you gonna put a ring on his finger? Huh, y/n!” 

You glared at your manager for a moment before giggling, “soon,” you whispered. Finally moving away from the wall, you walked off to the changing room while they uploaded the pictures to the computer. 

Giving one final kiss goodbye to Sachi as he left, you walked back out to the studio to see everyone huddled around the computer. “Did they come out good?” you asked, walking over to everyone to see what the big hubbub was about. 

“Oh y/n, they came out amazing.” 

Peering over to see the screen, you were astonished by how well they came out. They looked like a natural kabedon between two people, not something fake that would’ve happened with the sick actor. “Can you, uh, send those to me? Please?” 

Everyone smirked at you and the photographer agreed to send them as soon as she could. 

A few days later, you received them all, and you put your favorite one as your home screen background. 

A month later, the best photo came out for the ad and your fans couldn’t stop buzzing about it. 

“Who is that? He’s really cute!” “Isn’t that her boyfriend?” “Is he an idol too? That’d be crazy!”

You never heard the end of it from Sachirou.

Extra:

A few days after the ad was released and everyone started going bonkers over Sachirou, said man got a phone call from his siblings. 

“How?! How are you more popular than us!? We’re pro-volleyball plays that have been in sports magazines!”

“Well big bro, I guess I just got the good genes.”

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed horny sachi 💕

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Commission for Blue-Tec.

Name: BlueTec. Age: 28. Species: Pegasus. Sex: Male. Residence: Somewhere. Occupation: Mechanic/IT Technician. Likes: Most anything with an engine, tinkering with tech, camping, daydreaming about being able to fly, and his special somepony, and the occasional cigar with some whiskey (or vodka).

Dislikes: Being called by his real name (Sapphire or Saphy), losing his 10mm wrench, flavored coffees, customers who botch repairs on their cars and bring them to him, summer heat.

Profile: Hey everyone! Im Blue, or at least thats what I go by normally. Im one of the few (and I do mean few) technicians in Ponyville.

My shop, The Oil Pan Garage, is on the northern outskirts of town. I started out in IT, but then transitioned to Automotive, so Im kind of a double threat, as I can do both. When not being a technician, you can sometimes find me out in the woods camping or just being outside in general. Music is one of my side passions and.... oh, sorry, was just thinking of someone special to me that is a musician. Anywho, Ive played instruments before, but never got too far with them, sadly.

Well, I probably shouldnt ramble on, but I hope to see you around!

· - · - · - · - · - · - · - · - · - · - · - · - · - · - · - · - · - · - · - · - · Another Friday, another reference sheet uploaded to my gallery. I very much like the way this guy came out. It was around this point where I stopped shading the references with strong shadows, because why would I do so in any way, shape or form? It wouldn't show the colors properly, and yeah. I was a dummy for shading the characters in ref. sheets. Better late than never to stop. You can check the Making of Post right here. I hope you guys enjoy the picture! Please, let me know what you think of it in the comments. I appreciate and every single one I receive. Thank you!