#boy you were 8 years old AT MOST when an old man pressured you to make the wrong choice

[teehee-vibes]

Thinking about anipoke Clemont and the episode in which he thought Chespin wanted to stay with the old woman after he was too harsh on it

To suffer from a misunderstanding of such intense proportions, caused by your own actions. To think you’ve pushed one of your precious friends away.

And then 40 episodes later, you learn it’s not the FIRST TIME… he’s been in such a familiar position before, a miscommunication that NEVER got resolved. When the Chespin misunderstanding occurred, he was still sitting on the guilt about Shinx and had been for YEARS.

All of the pain from losing Shinx coming back after seeing Chespin happier without him... No wonder he jumped to self-loathing and blame so quickly.

He thinks he deserves it all ):

[spacebread-7]

Thinking about the agents, more specifically how (almost) all of them are thoroughly traumatized in some way because of the Squidbreak Splatoon.

Spoilers and a very long HC post below the cut

Ok so obv Callie and Marie had the pressure of being idols since they were young, which couldn't have been healthy. Not to mention the entirety of splatoon 2 where Callie was taken and brainwashed by Octavio, Marie having to literally jfk her own cousin to save her, the amount of trauma these two have been through have been rough. S3 didn't help either with the whole "I just sent a 15 year old into space" thing going on, along with the stress of Gramps nearly fucking dying on them??? Their only calm after EVERYTHING that happened was finally winning a splatfest together, and that was grandfest. It took over a decade for them to finally be happy.

Craig didn't have it too great either. His whole gay beef with Octavio resulting in the Great Turf War and recruiting his (as far as we know) only family to help him fight??? That right there was a losing battle (3 v 100000+) and it only gets worse. Mf has firsthand dealt with so much in his lifespan, I'm shocked he's still hanging around. He trained Agent 3 and went with them to fight on multiple occasions, braced the Deepsea Metro with 8 and nearly got fucking blended in the process, got turned into a freeze-dried fruit loop after Mr Grizz got his paws on him after he met Neo 3 and hell, I'm sure he's had to help Agent 4 at some point, too. Bro has been through so much and he still managed to stay positive somehow???? He made amends with Octavio after the S3 storymode and they sit together at grandfest like old pals! Craig deserves the fucking world, even if he's a senile old man.

And the agents. Oh boy the agents. Cap'n 3 has seen it all. From fighting Octavio on multiple fronts, getting fucked up and sanitized by Tartar and forced to fight 8, taking Craig's place as Captain, watching the newbie go into FUCKING SPACE???? It's no wonder they don't talk in S3. And you can make the argument that it's because they were once the player character, but I view it as Cap'n 3 is so tired, they just don't want to talk most of the time. And I don't blame them one bit. They've grown up in the Squidbreak Splatoon only knowing to face danger head-on, and when the time came for them to take a seat, they had to get back up again immediately. I just wish after the S3 storymode, they finally got a nap or something.

Agent 4 is by far one of the most forgotten in the NSS. Only Marie really knows her, and even then, doesn't say much to her. 4 had to go on a whole expedition (in the height of the war, mind you) to go rescue Callie FROM BEHIND ENEMY LINES. And they fought rough. I don't doubt that 4 has some serious trauma from both being overlooked the entire time and from being a little kid forced to fight for their life. And they weren't even fighting for themselves. Their entire mission is just to save Callie. Homegirl probably didn't give a FUCK considering the most hyped group at the time was OTH. And the worst part is that we never hear about what happened to her after the mission! She's never brought up again! The closest we get is the enemy bosses in Side Order, and that's (once again) 4 being exploited, if that even is her!! Someone give this girl a hug!!

Agent 8 has truly seen better days. Girl is an ex-Octarian soldier who's seeking freedom and doesn't know not to trust the metro. All she knew was that her friends went that way and never came back, so it's logical to think that it was an escape route. To this day I have no fucking clue how gramps got onto the metro but I feel bad for 8 because if I was stuck in an empty train for an undetermined amount of time with some Eminem-wannabe-80-year-old, I'd believe Tartar too. Also CQ-Cumber was kind of a dick to 8 the entire time, pushing her to go through the ENTIRE metro just to find the "thangs", which she never got an explanation for until Tartar combined them and TRIED TO FUCKING BLEND HER ALIVE WITHOUT WARNING. The only reason she's still alive is because 3 came to help, and Tartar took her and turned her against 8 too! Girly can't catch a break! The only thing you get from beating that fight is a toothpick, by the way, so 8 is literally just being beat while she's down. On the other hand, after being rescued, she has to go with OTH and Gramps to not only save 3 but stop Tartar from NUKING THE EARTH?! THIS OCTO NEEDS SOME THERAPY AND SHE NEEDS IT NOW. But even after Octo Expansion, she can't even rest because of Side Order!!!! Give her a goddamn break, Nintendo! Damn!

And last but certainly not least, Neo 3 and Little Buddy. Yes I'm including Little Buddy, he's an agent in my heart. Anyway. This chick was literally minding her own business in Splatsville, having just moved there given by her clothes at the start of the game, and yoink! no time for having fun and, you know, living, when the NSS needs new agents! I love how unserious Neo is the entire time because she just Does. Not. Give. A Fuck. About anything Craig is yapping about! With the help of Little Buddy, she beats the SHIT out of Octavio, traverses the entirety of Alterna, whooping all of Deep Cut's asses in the process, dragging random garbage pieces back to base for Cap'n to figure out what to do with them. And the best part? The entire time they're doing this, she's just doing it to feed Little Buddy. Bro is hungry and only fuzzy ooze can suffice, and luckily Alterna is COVERED in that shit. He's fed and happy, Neo is slaying, life is good, but all that hits the fan when Mr Grizz reveals near-dead Grandpa and you what this absolute unit of an inkling does? She doesn't give a fuck, that's what! She just stands there like "bro deserved it for snatching me off the street"! An icon! She also looks excited to go to space! And seeing the people she beat up (Deep Cut, Octavio) turn around and help her??? That has gotta be huge for her. While she's up there in space, Little Buddy goes fucking Super Saiyan at the first three notes of Calamari Inkantation and turns into a FUCKING BEHEMOTH that absolutely DOGSHITS on Grizz and saves the world! They're both iconic and unbothered in the slightest and I love that for both of them.

To make a long post short, everyone in the NSS needs extensive therapy. Except Neo. She was too busy serving cunt the entire time to be traumatized.

[koishua]

koishua's miscellaneous wip list!

say boo and pressure me into finishing these numbers <3

listed: 24/80 proper wips. had to sift through 250 drafts and veto most of them bc honestly we all know they weren't going to see the light of day!! have a suzu icon representing me rn <3 gonna be giving the other wips to the mooties who sent in for the ask game i created ages ago

№1 ) love till the sun sets | heeseung est. 15k

№2 ) from under the magnolia tree | beomgyu est. 10k — on february fourteenth, exactly five years ago, he’d gifted you a small magnolia tree he’d named after you. he’d said that he would love you for as long as the sapling you’d planted together would live. he’d even said that he would watch as it grew bigger and older with both of you taking care of it. he'd said that it would be the most beautiful thing in town. you'd believed him.

№3 ) we were beautiful | sunghoon est. 5k — you were fifteen when you’d first fallen in love with your childhood friend, seventeen when you’d called him your boyfriend, and eighteen when you lost him to life. broken apart by circumstances and necessity, everything you’d built up with him had fallen apart overnight. by the time the dawn of your nineteenth birthday had arrived, you’d no longer have the name park sunghoon present in your everyday life, only contained dearly in your memories and a journal, his name scribbled mindlessly on each and every corner of the aged pages.

№4 ) dear cupid | jake est. 15k — desperate to have his feelings of two years reciprocated, he finds a leather-bound book falling by his feet in the old campus library containing a guide on how to summon the very real and very quirky god of love and desire, cupid. in his next life, jake would come to write a book on why you should read holy contracts thoroughly before signing your name off in blood.

№5 ) man up | heeseung short fic

№6 ) ikigai | niki est 10k — lonely and trying to cope with the deeply settled rage at the world, reader stumbles upon a peculiar boy in the middle of a bridge and falls into a conversation with him where she utters eight damning words. the world consequently stops spinning and the univers halts as it is. time comes to a stand still and the only two ppl able to move happen to be her and the boy beside her. cue the next seven days of adventures in the dark streets, lit only by the streetlamps in the outskirts of tokyo.

№7 ) pocket locket | m. jaehyun short fic

№8 ) foreign exchange student!beomgyu drabble

№9 ) death is for those who stay | heeseung short fic

№10 ) the world and all her pearls | ??

№11 ) do yourself a flavour | ?? — ice cream parlour, r2l

№12 ) i blinked and suddenly i had a valentine | ??

№13 ) enha dates gone awry (in the best ways!)

№14 ) take you out | sunghoon assassin au short fic

№15 ) a conversation between the lost and unloved | yeonjun est 3k

№16 ) mothers and fathers | yeonjun est 5k — a conversation about hungry mothers and forgetful fathers with yeonjun, an unlikely friend from a country you've never been to.

№17 ) signs that enha are dating

№18 ) "why did you give me wings and want me to fall?" | ?? — hunger games-esque!au

№19 ) notes unread | sunghoon — letters you'd written for each other, unsent and unread.

№20 ) enha and your cute little secrets

№21 ) everything sucks, just kidding! | yeonjun short fic

№22 ) do not touch | jay est 5k — bnha!au, living with a quirk damning you to eternal loneliness, not being able to touch or be touched in fear of the other's demise, jay loves you from afar. he loves you without a single touch.

№23 ) i could drown myself in someone like you | gaon short fic

№24 ) dude, go to therapy | beomgyu text fic — your number neighbor just so happens to be choi beomgyu, your old nemesis from high school. it's too late when you find out about it, though, because you'd already dumped all of your emotional baggage on him. worst of all, he seemed to be concerned and not at all like the beomgyu of the past.

[idontwanttospoiltheparty]

hot take: nothing happened in india, nothing happened in the new york apple trip. paul didn’t reject john and john didn’t reject paul. there was no great conversation that led to a rejection. and john was not checked out of the band in 1968 even if he did bring in yoko to the studio. like even in get back, he does not seem checked out at all. a bit strung out and without sleep, sure. but like this man had energy, he was about playing with his boys. im not saying he completely liked being a beatle. there were things he was completely over with, as were all of them including paul. the mega pressure they were constantly put on, they were all tired of it, and it didn’t just come from one band member. mlh for example kept on emphasizing this the whole way through, im sure that was a burden for all of them - plus he would never shut up about it. even george though everyone likes to pretend he was done with the band too. there’s literal interviews of him in 1970 and 1971, heck even in 1973 talking about playing with the group. can we stop pretending paul was the only one who cared about the group and affected? i see this on twitter and tumblr, from old heads and newer fans and if you really look into it, read the interviews, watch the videos, it’s a completely different story altogether. now if you want to say they were tired of the format they’ve been operating under for the past 8+ years, yes completely I’ll give you that, but even paul was at that point too, it’s why he suggested to go back to the small intimate venues, get back to performing live. john was even discussing doing something similar in the early 1970s even though he called paul daft about the idea lol.

i guess i’d just like more nuanced takes on this site, and i feel like we had it on here in past, but recently it’s been more biased or geared towards the overly looking at everything through a shipping lens. but i just feel we lose some great insight when we do that. and people can post what they want, sure, but then when a post gets passed around like it’s gospel and makes it’s way to twitter or some other site like it’s facts, i just don’t see the point. like that one post about the mclennon hug at nme and paul shrugging john off. it made it’s way to twitter and i had a friend of mine ask me was paul always such an ass to john? what?

sorry for long post. you said hot takes and i just kind of went with it. appreciate your thouhhts!

Oh my goooooooood re: the NME hug thing. Also love that twitter is still copying tumblr though, we are the moment <3

I agree with most of your points. I do think India represented some shift to John, but I don't think that means anything specific happened with regard to Paul. Like, maybe! He definitely upended his life almost directly after returning from that trip and seemed disappointed it hadn't fixed his problems, and Paul could easily have had something to do with that (because Paul was important to John and a big part of his life!) but that doesn't necessarily mean a specific thing happened between John and Paul. I do get how that one convo in Get Back could be indicative of something. Generally I think the usual McLennon interpretation of that dialogue is plausible enough, but it's just by far not the only possible interpretation (and also people like CONSTANTLY forget Paul was always scheduled to leave early. maybe that upset John, but still).

I think the shipping lens is a worthy one to consider, but usually this stuff has tons of facets and I agree with you that it seems we're seeing less and less of those other facets and also more and more sharing of context-less factoids. It's hard because you don't want to barge in on every post and "spoil the party" (haha !) but it's also frustrating to see people sharing unconfirmed stuff as if it's a fact. And some people just don't take this stuff very seriously, I know, but, every time you check the notes, it's clear some people really do.

I think the number one thing I wish we had more of is interrogation of sources. Honestly, one of the least compelling pieces of "McLennon evidence" to me is people super peripherally involved with the Beatles or even biographers comparing John and Paul to a married couple. It's interesting and worthy of examination that John, Paul, and Yoko made this comparison; it's somewhat eyebrow-raising that Francie Schwartz, who got to watch them from up close for a short period but also clearly had an axe to grind + comes across kinda self-important, made this comparison at times; on the other hand, I literally Do Not Care if Bob Spitz or Ruth McCartney invoked this image lol. That's barely worth more to me than someone on tumblr posting a pic of John and Paul and saying Don't They Seem Gay Here?

ANYWAYS, is there any particular topic you think would be worth a more nuanced discussion, anon? :)

[maaarine]

Boys & Sex: Young Men on Hookups, Love, Porn, Consent, and Navigating the New Masculinity (Peggy Orenstein, 2020)

"Nearly 60 percent of American boys in an international 2017 survey said that their parents (usually their dads) were the primary source of restrictive messages about masculinity.

Rob, an eighteen-year-old from New Jersey in his freshman year at a North Carolina college, said his father would tell him to “man up” if he was struggling in school or on the baseball field.

“That’s why I never talk to anybody about any problems I’m having,” he said.

“Because I always think, If you can’t handle this on your own, then you aren’t a man, you aren’t trying hard enough, you’re being a bitch.”

Rob’s roommate, Ely, who grew up in the suburbs of Washington, DC, got a similar message, though in a subtler form.

“My dad wasn’t sexist,” he said. “I didn’t learn ‘toxic’ or homophobic behavior from him. But I certainly learned the emotionally stunted side of masculinity. He never showed emotion: he was more of a sigh-and-walk-away guy than someone who would talk to you about what was going on.”

A 2018 national survey of over a thousand adolescents found that although girls believed there were “many ways to be a girl” (the big, honkin’ caveat being they still felt valued primarily for their appearance), boys felt there was only one narrow pathway to successful manhood.

They still equated the display of most emotions, as well as vulnerability, crying, or appearing sensitive or moody, with “acting like a girl”—which, in case you were wondering, is not a good thing.

A third of the boys surveyed agreed that they should hide or suppress their feelings when they were sad or scared.

Another third, like Rob, had felt pressure to “be a man” and “suck it up.”

Over 40 percent agreed that when they were angry, society expected them to be aggressive; the next most common response was that they should do nothing, keep quiet, and, again, “suck it up.”

Only 2 percent associated maleness with qualities such as honesty or morality, and only 8 percent with leadership—traits that are, of course, admirable in anyone but have traditionally been ascribed to masculinity.

Young American men also report more social pressure than other nationalities to be ever ready for sex and have as many partners as possible; feel a stronger stigma against homosexuality; and receive more messages that they should conform to rigid gender roles in the home and control their female partners, even to the point of violence."

[rayslittlekitten]

20 Questions for fanfic writers!

Thank you for the tag @spaghettificationandpretzels and @reggiesfilthylittlesecret

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

137 according to AO3 although a whole bunch of single fics are part of a larger series.

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 331,892

3. What fandoms do you write for?

The mains ones are:

Sons of Anarchy

The Gentlemen

Triple Frontier

I dabble in adjacent fandoms some times if I'm inspired.

4. Top five fics by kudos

I Almost Told You That I Loved You (Jax Teller x F!Reader) - 217

Grumpy Old Man (Joel Miller x GN!Reader) - 161

Bad (Jax Teller x F!Reader) - 144

Husband Duties (Will Miller x Wife F!Reader) - 115

Daddy's Little Princess (Daddy Dom!Raymond Smith x Little F! Reader) - 115

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes especially because they are rare.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Angstiest is subjective lol. But also some of the angstiest stuff I've written doesn't have an ending yet so if I go for completed fics, probably between:

Draw Me Like One of Your French Girls (Dieter Bravo x OFC) Excess Baggage (Will Miller x Ex Wife F! Reader) Distraction (Ben Miller x F! Reader)

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I have a few but the first one that comes to my mind is:

Wanna Be (Will Miller x BFF F! Reader)

That whole entire series has my heart. Worth the pay off at the end.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Rare but it happens.

9. Do you write smut?

Oh yeah!

10. Craziest crossover?

I haven't done many crossovers but it would probably be The Gentlemen and Triple Frontier.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I am aware.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I mean, I never did. If someone went ahead and did that without my permission, I have no idea.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

A very very VERY long time ago, my cousin and I co-wrote Backstreet Boys fics when we were teenagers.

14. All time favourite ship?

Okay so most of my "OCs" are reader characters but they really should be OCs and my fave is probably Jax and Opie's sister.

15. What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I will finish all of them one day even if it takes me 50 years.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I have a very vivid imagination so how I usually write is I write what I see in my head, like I'm directing a movie and translating that onto paper. I like to include all the senses if possible to help the reader immerse themselves in the story and I'm big on feelings. When I write the angsty stuff, sometimes it can take a bit of a toll on me because I channel the character and feel all those things so i can regurgitate it back for the reader. It's very cathartic too.

Also banter! I love writing banters.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I think I have a tendency to write reader characters/OCs very similar and I'm trying to be more aware of it to adapt to what the story needs. I also feel like I'm not detailed enough. Again, I write like I'm directing a movie so sometimes they come off more screenplay-ish.

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I've used some Spanish here and there but not like an entire conversation.

19. First fandom you wrote in?

The very very first fandom I've ever written in is the Backstreet Boys fandom and I was like 14.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

This is like asking me who is my favorite child. I refuse to answer this 🤣 I love each and every one of them for different reasons.

no pressure tags: @deathbecomesnerds @laurfilijames @artemiseamoon @lovebarefootblonde @salt-is-a-terrible-currency

[calumsash]

ok so i was tagged by the lovely aria @calumthoodshands in this and what i got from her drunk explanation (love u aria) on the post is that we're talking about our top 8 shows that you need to know to know me 🥰 i definitely rambled here way too much for no reason but oh well <3

911 (2018 -): hmmm do i need to explain? i feel like people heard and seen me lose my mind over the weewoo show. this is currently what's shaping my life. i take the day off on tuesday cause it's when the new episodes air for me. yes it's that level of brainrot.

skam (2015 - 2017): this show shaped me as a teen gonna be real. i watched it in my last year of high school and seeing this type of real show about teens where at the times all the shows with high school were like tvd and gossip girl and such it was refreshing! i do believe that for full impact of watching skam you needed to hunt episodes on google drive and wait for translations as you're avoiding studying for your finals but it's great in any viewing shape and form.

parenthood (2010 - 2015): this is one of the shows that i used to watch weekly as it aired with my mom. it's about family and we've grown attached to the bravermans 🫶 it gave us many good crys!! also peter krause my beloved is there (even though i would have fought adam braverman many times).

ted lasso (2020 -): a show that just brings joy to my heart <3 im probably gonna cry when it's gonna end in a few weeks. every episode that i watch of this show i get some faith in humanity and when i don't think it can get better, it does!!

this is us (2016 - 2022): show of all time. the amount of tears this show brought out of me. made me have a full panic attack watching a certain episode and it's one of the best episodes of the whole series. this is another show i watched with my mom where we tuned in every week to watch together and it was our hangout time that i still very cherish. again very family driven storylines so yeah 🥹

schitt's creek (2015 - 2020): how does one explain the love i got in my heart for the rose family and co? a show i definitely procrastinated finishing cause i didn't want it to end!!! just as good as everyone say it is and i loved every second of it.

glee (2009 - 2015): when i tell you being a gleek was my whole personality for years i am not kidding. watched this baby since it came out and i would wake up at 4am so i could watch the episodes before school and then later on burn them on CDs. i had posters, magazines, merch, everything. like half the songs i know are from glee. watching glee from 10 years old will change your brain chemistry i promise you. i will admit that i stopped watching after the quarterback episode but at a point of time (literal years) this show was my everything.

always sunny (2005 -): most awful people in the world but you can't help but love them. pretty sure it's the longest running sitcom at this point? if not it will be. i did base my personality after some stuff from the show for a while. my bio on insta is still "champion of the sun ☀️" after all these years. i dressed up as charlie in the day man episode. it's just a really fucking funny show.

honorable mentions: the boys, teen wolf (until s3b), abbott elementary & derry girls!

im gonna tag @myfalsedevotion @cowboy-buck @buckleyseddie @merry-the-cookie @pxrxmoore if you guys feel like it, no pressure!!

also goes without saying but if you haven't watched something in here i highly recommend them!!

[dojimakaichou]

“When you say your pain’s ‘4 out of 10′, that’s a normal person’s ‘8 out of 10′. We’re going to the hospital.” (from @akiiyamashun!)

Daigo flipped his phone over and frowned thoughtfully. He tapped it, grimaced at the smear of blood his thumb left, and read his newest text message. It was from his husband ( as much as he could be legally, anyway ) saying that he would pick up their son from school. The confirmation was of course followed by a why and a series of wide - eyed emojis, but the former Chairman ignored those.

That was the most important thing on Daigo's list. With Kisuke now taken care of, he could focus better on the task at hand : stitching together the ugly stab wound on his thigh. By his estimation, it was shallow. Daigo sat at the edge of the tub in a t - shirt and his boxers with a sterilized hook and thick thread in his fingers. The rolls of bandage, empty bottles of peroxide, and bloody towels on the floor made their bathroom look like a crime scene.

Luckily, the ex - yakuza finished with time to spare. He wrapped the wound tightly, clenching his teeth against the pressure, and sealed the white strips together. Daigo allowed himself a few minutes to recover. Once he was sure that he could keep his head clear, he set to work cleaning up his mess. It wasn't long before the smell of bleach filled the apartment.

The former Chairman changed into comfortable clothes, opened most of the windows in their home, and brewed a pot of coffee. Heaps of sugar went into the cup with the dark liquid. Not his usual, but he needed it. — as well as two donuts from the box on the counter.

Finally, Daigo gingerly took a place at the table. Getting down to the ground hurt, but it was manageable. As he began to enjoy his afternoon snack, the ex - yakuza's muscles loosened. He felt tired, and there was a dull ache between his eyes. Daigo knew what this was : his body was responding to the absence of fear and nervousness that came with any attack like that.

The pair of sweet pastries were gone by the time Kisuke ran in the door, shouting for his father. His little face was screwed up in anger. Daigo braced himself at the sight of the seven - year - old's puffy eyes.

"It was supposed to be you," Kisuke said first, stopping directly at his father's side.

Shun Akiyama appeared in the doorway, a brow raised. He leaned against the frame, hands shoved into his pockets, and studied his lover. It wasn't like Daigo to change plans involving their son — or to be home from work like this. Akiyama's eyes narrowed. The older man looked worn out.

"I know, Kisuke," Daigo said softly. He didn't use the affectionate honorifics he would normally, afraid that Kisuke would dismiss it as being spoken to like a baby. That was his latest gripe with his parents. As far as the boy was concerned, he was already a grown man. "I am sorry. You know I don't break my word."

Kisuke folded his arms stubbornly. "You did, though," he countered. "You promised."

Daigo sighed. "Give me another chance ??" came his attempt at negotiating. The ex - yakuza barely noticed his husband slip away ; he was too caught up in trying to win back their son's favor. Soon, a handful of small bribes got Kisuke to smile again. Chief among those was Daigo's vow to take the boy to the baseball game on Saturday. He swore ardently that he would. Most people would not have fussed over breaking a promise to a child. For Daigo Dojima, however, it was a matter of pride. — particularly when this was his son, perhaps the most important thing in the world to the once - great head of Tokyo's underground.

Another voice broke into their conversation. "Hey, kiddo," Akiyama said cheerily, reappearing in the dining area. There was obviously something hidden behind his back. "Why don't you go start your homework ?? We can fire up the PlayStation tonight if you get it all done before dinner. Deal ??"

Kisuke's eyes grew wide. Suddenly, he was much less angry with Daigo. The former Chairman chuckled at the enthusiasm with which the boy bolted. He couldn't help but be relieved at how quickly his offense was smoothed over with baseball and video games. Maybe, Kisuke also knew, deep down, his father wouldn't have broken his promise without a good reason.

Akiyama's smile slipped slightly as Kisuke's footsteps disappeared into his room, but the loan shark's easy posture remained the same. "So, Daigo - kun," he started, canting his head. "What did happen ??"

The ex - yakuza took a long drink of his lukewarm coffee. "I got sick," he said flatly, keeping the mug clasped in his palms.

"Uh - huh." Akiyama drew his lover's ruined suit jacket out and tossed it onto the floor near Daigo. The inside of it, which was lined with a beautiful ivory fabric to contrast the charcoal gray exterior, was stained a dark red with dried blood. Daigo visibly flinched. "Try two. What happened ?? Is this . . . yours ??"

The older man set down his drink. His black eyes fixed on the table. "I went out for lunch today. On the way back to the office, I took the alleys — I just needed a quiet place to smoke, Shun." Daigo picked at the top of the surface in front of him. "There was a woman. She followed me. I can't remember much. The most important detail is that she stabbed me. In the leg. I called Osamu and told them I threw up — bad food or something. I wrapped the wound up in my jacket and called a car. It's not bad. Really."

Akiyama exhaled slowly. "Okay," he said, leaning back on his heels. "Now, try three." The loan shark's brows drew together. "I know you, Dojima. There's always another layer to the story with you." His tone was teasing, even if his voice was strained with a touch of worry.

Daigo dragged his gaze up. "Her son was Tojo years ago." He spoke lowly, and those infamous obsidian irises grew foggy with the ghosts he tried so often to lock away. "A smuggler. During one of his runs, he was killed. She recognized me walking down the street ; I think it was too much for her. Normally, people who have a point like that to make with me just glare or spit. This mother had . . . other ideas."

Ah, there it was. Akiyama's expression softened considerably. He nudged the bloody jacket out of the way and crossed the floor. The moneylender kneeled down beside Daigo. A hand instinctively went to the other's back, where it stroked the beautiful tattoo hidden under the ex - yakuza's shirt. "You didn't turn her in, did you ??" he whispered.

Daigo shook his head. " — and say what, Shun ?? She was right. We have Kisuke, I mean . . . if anything happened to him, I would do a fucking lot more to the person responsible than take a pen knife to their leg. I don't blame her."

Akiyama pressed his lips together thoughtfully. "You never blame any of them," he muttered, half in frustration and half in admiration. The loan shark leaned back, shook stray hair out of his face, and laid his fingers on Daigo's closest leg. He pressed down the other man's thigh until he felt a difference in texture where the bandages must be.

Daigo hissed between his teeth, but that was all the reaction he gave. A bloom of red appeared under Akiyama's hand, which he quickly withdrew.

"On a scale of one to ten : how bad is it hurting ??" the loan shark asked.

"A four," his husband replied, glancing down at the pool of blood staining his sweatpants with a sense of irritation.

"Alright, then," Akiyama said, reaching up to pat Daigo's shoulder. "Hospital."

"It's a four, Shun," the ex - yakuza insisted loudly.

"When you say your pain's four out of ten, that's a normal person's eight out of ten," the loan shark argued, snaking his hand under Daigo's upper arm. "We're going to the hospital. You can say you didn't see who did it."

The former Chairman set his teeth. Akiyama ignored Daigo's blustering. It was intimidating — only an idiot would think of continuing to challenge him. Fortunately, Akiyama was an idiot with a not - so secret advantage. He smiled, the sort of charming smile that Daigo adored on him, and leaned in to kiss his lover on the mouth.

As the ex - yakuza answered the gesture, Akiyama surged to his feet. He had no hope of dragging Daigo himself, but he knew that forcing the older man into a certain predicament could work. Daigo could choose to stay on the floor ( which would probably tear his stitches given how hard Akiyama yanked on him ) or scramble up with the moneylender. Daigo chose rather smartly to do the latter. A deep groan left the former Chairman as he struggled to stand. For a moment, he swayed. Akiyama swallowed nervously and brought Daigo against him. Instinctively, scarred hands laced behind his hips, and Daigo buried his face in the curve of Akiyama's shoulder.

"You know what ??" The moneylender turned his head, lips brushing the edge of Daigo's cheek. "I'd curse all the muscle you have, it makes you so damn heavy — but I like looking at it too much."

Daigo laughed hoarsely into Akiyama's shirt, and the loan shark grinned, glad for the sound. "You had better unplug that PlayStation and stuff it into a bag," the ex - yakuza said tiredly. "We can't break another promise to Kisuke - kun, Shun ; I'll walk out if the hospital doesn't have the right ports."

Akiyama squeezed Daigo fondly. "I believe you would."

[howthesleeplesswander]

GET TO KNOW THE AUTHOR

Name: Casi

Pronouns: she/her

Preference of communication: Tumblr IMs are great for chatting and plotting! 😊 If we're mutuals you can always feel free to message me!

Name of most active muse(s): Kaeya, Childe, and Xiao are all pretty equal as far as their capacity to drive me bananas at any given time 8'D I love them all but jfc if they aren't all bouncing off the dang walls almost constantly

Experience/how long (months/years?): OH GOSH don't mind me while I give away my age here adfjsd I first started RPing in middle school, so that'd make it...siNCE LIKE 2007?? CHEESY PIZZAS I'VE BEEN RPING FOR LIKE 16 YEARS

Platforms you've used: Waaay back when I started (old man vc: baCK IN MY DAY--) we did it old school: IN NOTEBOOKS WITH PEN AND PAPER if you can believe that lol. Then it moved to Skype, then Tumblr, and now I primarily use Tumblr and Discord!

Best experience: The best experience of my time in the RP community (and of my entire life u//w//u) will forever be meeting my beautiful, wonderful, amazingly talented girlfriend through Tumblr RP ;w;/ 💕💕💖

RP pet peeves/dealbreakers: Definitely force-shipping. I've had some unpleasant experiences in the past with people trying to pressure/guilt me into shipping our muses when my muses were not at all interested in the ship and it was very not fun 8')

Fluff, angst, or smut: 👀👀👀👌All of the above, please and thank you. Although I'll only write smut with people I've very familiar and comfortable with, and not on a public platform like Tumblr.

Plots or memes: I love both, tbh! I love plotting out threads and dynamics and getting real deep into hashing things out with other muns! But at the same time, sometimes the spontaneity of memes can trigger some of the funnest interactions!

Long or short replies: Something anyone who writes with me will learn very quickly: I tend to write lengthy replies. XD;;; I'm happy to trim myself down if my partners prefer to keep things short, and I certainly never expect anyone to match my length! My brain is just very long-winded by default haha.

Best time to write: The later at night the better! Evenings and into the wee hours of the morning are when I'm at my most creative, unfortunately for my thoroughly-trashed sleep schedule. 😂 Most often I'm working on my replies between the hours of like, 9PM - 2AM.

Are you like your muse(s)?: (sweats nervously) oH GEEZ I HOPE NOT 8'DDD listen I love all of my Genshin boys to death but part of loving them is recognizing that they're all absolute menaces 😂 ofc they all have positive and redeeming qualities, but MORE OFTEN THAN NOT they are doing nothing but causing problems on purpose and committing atrocities haha.

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[justyoureverydaytwstsimp]

Crystal

"OMG SHE IS SO NICE AND CARING. She literally gives like… a Deuce maybe! BUT NOT STUPID. Like she’s dedicated, and she does what she needs to do in order to have a better life for her and her friends! Kinda like Gon I think!"

--Yes, you see the good in Crystal which many in-universe characters don't. But fr, that's pretty accurate.

"OMG LIKE SHE REALIZED SHE WAS A CHARACTER FROM A BOOK, BUT SHE DOESN’T BLAME THE AUTHOR BECAUSE OF IT. She is so empathetic! (Something most twst boys lack)"

--OMG I DIDN'T REALIZE THAT, BUT THAT'S SO IN-CHARACTER FOR HER

"I wonder what happens when she turns angry, or someone hurts her friends or something. Like can she easily compose herself or is she more prone to explode under extreme pressure like that? And i mean when it’s like, the event that happened was deliberate and intentional (not like this because the Author didn’t know her characters were ‘real’ so to say). How would she react?"

--hehe I have book on that. Like, I literally wrote them a book (10 chapters I think) but that was all i got planned out. I'll send it to you, so you'll know how badass she is usually (but yes she is wet cat)

"OMG I JUST WENT BACK AND SAW THAT HER AND PHILLIPINE ARE RIVALS?!? Light Blue and Dark Red right?!?! I’m pretty sure, correct me if I’m wrong, none of them really want to fight each other. Like Phillipine doesn’t want to fight her, and Crystal just wishes to end the blooshed from the generational war, so is someone or something forcing them to fight? Perhaps they were two people on different sides of the war, and they were forced to be rivals, even though they both ultimately want the same thing? OMG SO LIKE A PARALLEL? Like they both want to achieve the same goal, but through different means?"

--OMG YOU MENTIONED THE WAR. Like this is so accurate, except Crystal deludes herself and hides the "i don't wanna kill Phillipines" deep in her heart.

" I don’t know much about Phillipine’s character yet, BUT I AM SO INTRIGUED LIKE ACTUALLY THO PLSLSLSLSLSLSL I’M ACTING LIKE A VICTORIAN MAN SEEING ANKLES FOR THE FIRST TIME. "

-Honestly, same. We need more of ph. (I wrote a fic completely in his perspective, but it's in a modern au/no-war au)

Wait so how does each side of the war operate differently, like in terms of world building?

-I think I explained this in Tsutsi's reblog but basically only the Dark Red (currently Crystal) and the LIght Blue (Phillipines) battle to the death. The in-universe explanation for this is "because it's always been that way" and the secret "the 54th generation of LIght Blue and Dark Red decided not to involve their citizens after too many of them died", but like the IRL explanation is that little me disliked war immensely (I think it's stupid), and I wanted them to be at war without the actual war/without side characters dying (i feel sad).

--Also, the war is like hereditary. Along with the powers. Crystal has the Dark Red sword, which is summonable through thinking, and could cut anything. She also has like a stomach that can eat any poison and not die (which is probably why her cooking is so bad).

--Phillipines could summon the Light Blue Shield, which is impenetrable and could be any size he desires (up to his whole city, I think) + can turn transparent and translucent. Also, he has regeneration basically and could totes be revived from being stabbed in the heart (Crystal tried). It's a pretty slow process, but Aqua makes it happen in a matter of minutes. This is because the Light Blue won more battles than the Dark Red these past 10 generations or something. Bad side to it though is that Phillipines can't reach old age (dies at 60 or smth)

--Also, they're both the 100th generation of the Light Blue and Dark Red born, and the 99th in the endless war.

--Also, as you can tell, I've had this story for YEARS now. (I wrote 8, but it could be earlier than that)

"BUT OMG I JUST REALIZED CRYSTAL IS DARK RED, THE COLOR OF BLOOD, BUT SHE DOESN’t WANT BLOODSHED. IS IT LIKE- She and Phillipine are two people on the wrong side of the war? This is totally speculation, but maybe Phillipine is more anchored to ‘end the war no matter the cost or casualities’ and Crystal is like ‘end the war without bloodshed’."

--the first wrong one you got!! Like, i'm impressed by how accurate you are throughout this post, and was kinda suspecting mind-reading, but at least this proves otherwise

--It's actually the other way around!! Phillipines is the one that doesn't want bloodshed. He sees that Crystal is a kind-hearted soul to everyone but him (since she has to kill him), and is trying to, you know, not kill her. Honestly, Ph is so OP!! His power basically means that he can't be killed, and since he's been training in swordsmanship for a while now, he could totally land a fatal blow on Crystal. However, he doesn't, because he loves her he knows she's a good person. He tries to talk to her and convince her to make a truce, but Crystal's motto (when it comes to Ph, at least) is stab now, talk later. But I think it's working, and she is slowly seeing his side of the story. (And then they kith)

--To be able to kill Phillipines, Crystal deludes herself into thinking Phillipines is the villain, a tyrant who makes everyone's lives worse. This could not be farther from the truth (Ph cares about his country so much that sometimes he forgets to eat/sleep cause he's overworking himself), but Phillipines's soulless eyes makes him easy to dehumanize. Crystal is usually a very good girl, she's the sweetest sweetheart in the land, but her country demands that she kill some random guy. And she can't let her country down, can she? (toxic counselors/advisors)

"Also, are there any character flaws that affect her throughout the story? "

--A lot. Like running from her problems/the truth cause it makes it harder for her. Also, that girl has no sense of boundaries. (Aqua too!)

OH YEAH AND ✨backstory stuff✨ I WANNA KNOW ALL THE DEETS

--I'll yap abt this in another day

I do love crystals character!!!! I cant wait to see lore about her!!! IM ACTUALLY SO CURIOUS FOR UR OCS OMGMGMG

--Here's the ~Lore~!! Hope you enjoyed!

HELLO 👋. Hope school treated you nicely! Also do you know "Our Life"? ALSO me and sis watched ninjago yesterday. Do you know ninjago? What were your childhood shows? Do you prefer it episodic or long arching lore backstory thing.

Anyways, I've come here to do my part of the deal (for real this time) featuring my OCs. (Btw Julian and Peter come from a different book/universe separate from Phillipines and the rest) (Also yes I know, Phillipines is a weird name for an OC since that's a country, but in my defense, I was 5 and he had a little USA flag on his pony toy butt and i didn’t know other countries beside my own)

Now let us begin~

"To Sever The Bonds"

Crystal looked at the little girl on the screen. She was so young. How could such a sweet little thing be the reason for all of Crystal's suffering. She remembered the nights where it was painful to even look at her hands, with the blood of the innocent (Phillipines) tainting them, and her heart ached. Now she learns that all of the killing and the bloodshed and the endless war was meaningless, crafted for entertainment, crafted by a little girl.

While Crystal was busy staring at the screen, Phillipines's full attention was on Crystal. It was odd, seeing Crystal so quiet. He preferred Crystal being loud and bursting with energy in everything she does, like she usually was. The quietness disturbed him, it worried him deeply. At least when she was trying to cut his head off, her passion was still there, burning bright like a beautiful blaze.

The chilling silence was broken by Crystal. "She's...young", Crystal says. "Indeed", Aqua replied. "If I'm not mistaken, Author is currently eight years old." That was indeed quite young, quite so very young.

"Is she a good girl?", Crystal asked, her glossy eyes meeting Aqua's. "Yeah!", Aqua replied, "She's a very good girl, always helping her mama and papa. And very Godly too!" (Aqua was definitely not bribed to say that. He was definitely not given a limited edition Kalatsutsi poster, okay? No more questions.)

Crystal looked at Aqua, hesitant but hopeful. It was obvious now that she had been crying, with glass-like tears trailing down her pretty face. She looked at him, her eyes filled with desperation."Do you think", she began, "do you think she (the author) could change all of this? Do you think I could somehow bargain with her for an end to all these bloodshed?"

Aqua looked at Crystal pitifully. It was a very complicated matter, after all. Bargaining with the author is possible, but she hardly ever changes Canon. This universe could have a peaceful ending, but the multiverse at large will continue as usual, bloody war and all. Aqua struggled explaining all this to someone who just learned she was a character from a book. Just kidding. Aqua never struggles.

"Basically, yeah. It's possible. Pretty easy, even. However---Aqua was unable to finish his sentence because he was rudely interrupted by Crystal grabbing his arms and jumping up and down. "That's wonderful", Crystal says, giving Aqua a bone-crushing hug. "How do we do it? How do we bargain with her??"

Crystal fell down, flat on the floor, for Aqua had poofed out of her embrace. "As I was saying", Aqua said, reappering behind Kalatsutsi's back (for protection), "it'll only happen in this world. The other Crystals in the other worlds will still be forced to fight itty bitty Phillipines." Everyone in the room (?) looked confused. Aqua shrugged. "Multiverse stuff."

Crystal pondered on this. If she were to do this, only she would be happy, free from her chains. The other Crystals would still be forced to fight. But on the other hand, how could she pass up the opportunity to end it all. She'd do anything to escape from this burden placed upon her (as long as it didn't harm others). But doesn't this still harm others? Aren't her other selves hurting? Crystal's head was beginning to ache from all these complicated thoughts.

Seeing this, Phillipines spoke up. "If I understand correctly," he began, "you are saying there is a way for the Light Blue and Dark Red to live in peace?"

Aqua nods, stating that it has actually happened a couple of times."And no matter what we do, whether we choose peace in this world or not, it would not change the fate of these other Crystals?" Phillipines clarified this for one reason, to strike a peace between the Light Blue (him) and the Dark Red (Crystal). In all honesty, he was tired of constantly parrying Crystal's blows. But for some reason, Aqua interpreted this as Phillipines flirting, giving Phillipines a supportive thumbs up and wink.

"I would like to bargain with the author, for peace," said Crystal and Phillipines at the same time. Everyone looked at them, shocked. It was no surprise to Aqua though, because they were made to be (literally).

"I-if we were to stop this generational war, we should probably work together or something." Phillipines said, though his voice was squeakier than usual. Crystal looked at Phillipines's outstreached hand and, after a moment of hesitation, grasps it tightly. "Alright", she says, her voice filled with determination. Crystal looks at Aqua. "What does the author want?"

"Marriage." Said Aqua. The whole room froze.

Everyone suddenly felt a bit colder, many of them rubbing their arms awkwardly. "Marriage", someone repeats, from the back of the room, but it felt like more of a question. "Yep!" Aqua replied, "Between these two." Aqua pointed at Phillipines and Crystal. Phillipines refused to look Crystal in the eye.

Aqua continued, defending himself from Phillipines judgemental gaze. "It's true", whined Aqua. "There are many universes where you guys are arranged married to stop the war." This was an exaggeration, of course, for there was only one universe (or was it five) that this event happened. But Aqua is very dramatic.

Phillipines looked at Crystal. Did he feel a little guilty? Maybe. Was he semi-sure this is just another ruse of Aqua's to get him and Crystal together? Yes. But in the off-chance that what Aqua said was true, would he be willing to take that chance?

Crystal spoke, interrupting his train of thought. "Let's do it then. I'll do what I must." Then, she kissed him. She kissed Phillipines. On the lips. HOLY MACARONI, I JUST GOT KISSED--

Aqua appeared behind them, and pronounced them husband and wife. Crystal held her husband's(!?) hand gently, saying that she'll do her best. Phillipines is hardly processing what is happening. Kalatsutsi is also very confused (her sister just kissed her crush + best friend), but she's resigned to it, for peace. All in all, a very happily ever after.

The End.

"Hey! What about us!?" shouted Julian. He grabbed Aqua (who was just very nicely narrating the end of the story) and shaked him over and over again. "We're still stuck in this weird other-world place. Bring us home! You DO NOT get to end this story without bringing me back home to my castle and my wife-fiancee. HEY LISTEN TO ME!! I demand you, heathen--

And then the scene fades to black. Because it does. And the story ends. Screw you, Julian.

(I'd like to know your opinions on these characters. Like little headcanons you have of them. That would be nice)

OMG SO WAIT THATS ACTUALLY SO COOL, SO- OKAY HERE GOES

Aqua

I think hes like omnipotent right? To be able to communicate with the author (which is a SICK IDEA IN FACT (GREAT MINDS THINK ALIKE BECAUSE… well… YOU’LL SEE!))

THIS GUY IS ACTUALLY A MENACE dude I imagine his face to just look like 😼 WHEN HE GOT PHILLIPINES AND CRYSTAL TOGETHER

Bro is doing ANYTHING to get these two people together… ID WANT HIM AS MY WINGMAN BRO 😭

“Yo aqua how many universes do I get married with my crushy wushy in 😩😫”

Aqua: “Wait just one moment… Oh, how unfortunate, woe is me! There are none, my dear.”

“OH HELL NAH ‼️‼️😡😡😡”

DUDE AQUA KINDA REMINDS ME OF CROWLEY… Not like entirely of course! But the amount of power he has to be able to know this stuff, and since he gives off like a mysterious vibe to me… He is kinda crowley like! I guess it also comes from the like- he is kinda nonchalant! He seems like the type of person to look happy and unassuming, but does have some interior motives. So actually maybe a bit more like Jade! But definitely a touch more enthusiastic! That was my impression of him anyway!

WAIT ALSO DOES AQUA HAVE A CRUSH ON KALATSUTSI OR IS SHE JUST HIS FAV CHARACTER OR SOMETHING OR OR IS SHE LIKE HIS SIDEKICK WAIT WIAG IMA DO A WHOLE ONE ON HER I do feel bad for her tho… imagine ur sister marrying your crush, and you cant even feel sad abt it bec it was for the good of humanity :( I WANT MORE KALATSUTSI!!!! OMG PLSPLSPLSPLS EXPAND ON HER RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN CRYSTAL AND PHILLIPINES

Crystal

OMG SHE IS SO NICE AND CARING. She literally gives like… a Deuce maybe! BUT NOT STUPID. Like she’s dedicated, and she does what she needs to do in order to have a better life for her and her friends! Kinda like Gon I think!

OMG LIKE SHE REALIZED SHE WAS A CHARACTER FROM A BOOK, BUT SHE DOESN’T BLAME THE AUTHOR BECAUSE OF IT. She is so empathetic! (Something most twst boys lack)

I wonder what happens when she turns angry, or someone hurts her friends or something. Like can she easily compose herself or is she more prone to explode under extreme pressure like that? And i mean when it’s like, the event that happened was deliberate and intentional (not like this because the Author didn’t know her characters were ‘real’ so to say). How would she react?

OMG I JUST WENT BACK AND SAW THAT HER AND PHILLIPINE ARE RIVALS?!? Light Blue and Dark Red right?!?! I’m pretty sure, correct me if I’m wrong, none of them really want to fight each other. Like Phillipine doesn’t want to fight her, and Crystal just wishes to end the blooshed from the generational war, so is someone or something forcing them to fight? Perhaps they were two people on different sides of the war, and they were forced to be rivals, even though they both ultimately want the same thing? OMG SO LIKE A PARALLEL? Like they both want to achieve the same goal, but through different means? I don’t know much about Phillipine’s character yet, BUT I AM SO INTRIGUED LIKE ACTUALLY THO PLSLSLSLSLSLSL I’M ACTING LIKE A VICTORIAN MAN SEEING ANKLES FOR THE FIRST TIME. Wait so how does each side of the war operate differently, like in terms of world building? BUT OMG I JUST REALIZED CRYSTAL IS DARK RED, THE COLOR OF BLOOD, BUT SHE DOESN’t WANT BLOODSHED. IS IT LIKE- She and Phillipine are two people on the wrong side of the war? This is totally speculation, but maybe Phillipine is more anchored to ‘end the war no matter the cost or casualities’ and Crystal is like ‘end the war without bloodshed’.

Also, are there any character flaws that affect her throughout the story? OH YEAH AND ✨backstory stuff✨ I WANNA KNOW ALL THE DEETS

I do love crystals character!!!! I cant wait to see lore about her!!! IM ACTUALLY SO CURIOUS FOR UR OCS OMGMGMG

Phillipine

LOL WE GOT THE AWKWARD MALE LEAD UP HERE!

I kinda included a lot for Phillipine in Crystals

PLSPSLPLS GIVE ME MORE PHILLIPINE BACKSTORY

THe deeper I’m diving into your characters the more I want to know omg

Kalatsutsi

MY SHAYLAAAAA MY SHAYLAA 😩😩😫😫😫😭😭😭😭😭

So Aqua hid behind her back for protection, that means they are either pretty close, or Kalatsutsi owes something to him that makes her subservient to him in a way. Either way, Kalatsutsi has to be PRETTY STRONG if an omnipresent overseer is hiding behind her for protection, so theres that

Obviously Kalatsutsi has some connection to Phillipine, and she also has a limited edition poster (this is either from the real world or from their world, ill come back to this). The oddity here (which is a good thing bc now I can theorize) Is that Kalatsutsi is from the Dark Red side with Crystal because they are sisters (unless they were separated at birth or just separated in general, then different story but same rule applies), for Kalatsutsi to meet Phillipine, it would have to be through a clash between the Light Blue forces, and the Dark Red forces. However, I feel like for her to develop a crush on him, she would have to get to know him and trust him a LOT (because since they live in a military setting, death is a major concern. Strength plays a large part because obviously you wouldnt want your spouse to die. Also trust issues because of so much death and trauma). She would have to develop a crush on him through prolonged contact in some way, maybe there is an arc featuring the two or three of them (Crystal), or maybe… and this is just a theory… Kalatsutsi has secret relations with the Light Blue side. Now I dont have more than that! BUT IM JUST SPECULATING LMAO

IDK I ALSO HAVE THE IMPRESSION THAT SHE IS THIS REALLY STRONG TOUGH AND REASONABLE WARRIOR like an actually girlboss

Next up, going back to Kalatsutsi and Aqua, I wonder if Kalatsutsi had some encounter with him and thats how Aqua likes Kalatsutsi so much. It goes back to what I said before, something had to have happened between them that made Aqua gain respect for her, and bound her to him by some form of events (maybe bound is the wrong word, they could also be rivals aswell, maybe its the “girl pushes guy away because she doesn’t like him but secretly respects him and guy is pretty annoying and keeps on bothering her because he is either infatuated with her or has interior motives” trope.) but yeah, something HAD to have happened between them… ESPECIALLY SINCE THEY ARE TWO STRONG FORCES, OMG YESSS THEY ARE SO COOL.

Also, from the limited edition poster thing, does that mean she is famous in the world? Because if she is I’d assume its infamy, because she’s probably a MONSTER on the battlefield.

She is so calm and composed… I WANNA SEE HER CRUMBLE 😈😈 OMG I DO WANNA KNOW WHAT SHE FEELS INTERNALLY THO BC SHES OBVIOUSLY TRAUMATIZED BY WHAT SHE HAS SEEN AND STUFF.

AND NOW PHILLIPINE GOT SWIPED BY CRYSTAL OH MY SHAYLA 😭😭😭😭😭😭

Kalatsutsi is officially my favorite character in all of media PLEASE DPLEAS PLEASE EPLEASE PLEASE GIVE ME MOREEE

IM SO EXCUTED FOR YOUR NEXT WORKS ON THESE PEOPLE I SWEAR LIKE PLELSLSLAL I WANT MORE OF THEM SO BAD

IM SO INTERESTED IN THE WORLD AND MULTIVERSES AND OMG IK YOUR GOING TO DO IT IN THE SMARTEST MOST AMAZING WAY (no pressure) IM JUST

Wow

AND YES I DO WATCH NINJAGO (my boy COLE IS THE TOP G 😍😍😍😍)

AND YEAH ITS LIKE 1:40 AM SO IMA GO TO SLEEP (nah imma be reading anna karenina, so yeah PLS TEXT ME POOKIE BEAR)

I LOVE UR WORK MAN NEVER STOP ❤️❤️❤️❤️

GNNGNGNGNGNGNGN‼️‼️‼️‼️

[vallyb]

Christmas || Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Y/N

Summary: With the squad talking about Christmas, Y/N feels bad that Bradley has to spend it alone so she invites him home for the holidays.

Alt.

Idiots who like to tease each other then they kiss at the end.

Word Count: 5500+

Tags: Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Fluff,  Mutual Pinning, Bestie!Bob makes a light appearance, Y/N is a mixed Filipino, Female Identifying Reader, Slightly spicy in the end with just a lil kiss kiss, light choking(?), Bradley is a great kisser, I suck at re-editing, Reader is 28, age gap but it's not a big deal in the story just lil jokes here and there, Rooster's just happy to be included in a family setting

A/N: I have no idea how to actually write so pls pls pls forgive me. I also used like a character building guide question thing so forgive me if shit's a bit too long. I just love reading stories where the main character is built well. I'm a very very very novice writer, so pls shoot me a message on how I can improve my writing!

"So you two aren't together?" Phoenix leaned into the counter, asking about you and Robbie (Bob).

"I mean we did try that one time." You scrunched your nose.

"Oh, it was horrid. We were kids that were pressured into it. Holding hands felt fine, but when we tried to kiss, it felt like I was kissing an actual sister I had." Robbie explained further.

"I'm sorry if I was given the wrong idea. Bob absolutely adores you and talks about you endlessly. I can't see why he wouldn't though." She winked as you laughed.

"Oh, you should have seen Robbie back then. He was a little ladies man back in high school! The bad boy with that cowboy hat and curly hair."

"Ohhh, Bob being a ladies man, huh?" Phoenix raised her eyebrows teasingly at him, him scowling at you for bringing it up.

Smiling cheekily, you reached over to poke him before going back with your rag on the counter. You knew he missed you, it was quite a while since you've seen each other. They had been assigned out of California for a while. Today was the first day you met all of Robbie's friends and you were quite excited. Him you saw back home last Christmas, so you cared less about his face. It was refreshing though, how you felt like you five were friends for years. The other two, Micky and Reuben, running off to the bathroom from drinking too much at the bar across.

You worked at The Greasy Spoon, a diner right across the popular Navy bar. It was where some of the guys would hang out after the bar had closed. As all the places near the base were mandated to only be open Wednesday to Friday until 8 PM, Arthur, your 65-year-old veteran boss, was able to fight to be opened until 12 AM.

The bell by the door suddenly rang meaning the door had opened. You shot up from the counter and immediately got the menus, quickly shuffling your way over to the entrance door. It was Arthur's request that the diner would feel like home, servers would be dressed like 50s wives and husbands, greeting soldiers at the door like his wife did for him when he'd come home. It sounded a little misogynistic but the way Lucinda had clung to his arm giggling while he told that story had you swooning. Tonight, you were the only server left since service was usually slow at night. Most patrons of the Hard Deck were either going home or getting lucky.

You softly winced as your hip had come in contact with the slightly misaligned table.

"Are you good, sweetheart?" The brunette asked concerned, his hands hovering above your waist that got hit.

"Welcome to The Greasy Spoon. How may I be of service today?" You said winded from the pain, slowly straightening yourself up.

Your face was still somewhat smiling to keep up your cheery retail personality. Rooster's mouth was unable to hide the smile that was growing on his because of your cute pained expression.

Like Pavlov's dogs, you associated the bell ringing with a straight posture and turning on your biggest smile but that was blocked by the brunette's head, both of you wincing. With the blonde that had just entered backwards, laughing and pushing around with his buddy that have yet to step in the door, bumped the Hawaiian shirt wearing man forward into you.

You flinched, head tilting down, shoulders rising up, as he stumbled forward knocking you off your balance a little.

"Woah there." He held onto your waist, stopping your from completely tipping over. "Sorry 'bout that. I promise I don't go knocking pretty girls around to get their attention."

"I promise I don't go bumping heads with pretty brunettes." You laughed.

"See? Rooster's already picking up- Siren?" Your head whipped to the blonde that was standing behind. Siren, a nickname you haven't heard in a while. After pranking Robbie (Bob) and his brother, everyone who knew you would soon enough learn of it.

"I knew I recognized that big head somewhere." You smiled coming close to hug him. Jake Seresin was a piece of work but he was a lovely country boy you met back in Texas, him having 'special relations' with your cousin, Carlos (or Caloy as he was known in the family). No one really knew that he was gay, he mentioned when you sat down to talk to him about him sleeping around. The pretty girls he took home were all just for show. Well, at first it wasn't, until he finally accepted that he was for the other team. The over masculinized persona was just hiding a man who really wanted to be loved by another man.

You laughed as he picked you up. "I missed you, momma bear." He muffled onto your shoulder. Another nickname that stuck after you practically ate him alive when he and Carlos had broken up about a million times. After accepting how they weren't gonna work out, they decided to lay it off and hook up whenever the other was in town. "Just as long as everyone's on the same page and no one's getting hurt." You said.

"I see you've met Rooster." He said as he put you down.

"Oh yeah, we're very well acquainted." You turned to look at the boy.

"That's Coyote." 'Rooster' pointed to the other tall man standing next to Jake.

"Oh yeah, I know him. Double cheese, triple patty, ketchup on the side, and a slice of banana chocolate chip bread?"

"Tastes almost like home." Javy smiled, patting Jake's shoulder who made their way to the counter to join the two, with Mickey and Reuben walking back to their seats from their trip in the toilet.

"Well, seems like you know everyone already." The brunette said with a sheepish smile scratching the back of his head.

"Oh yeah, you're practically useless, chicken." You laughed at his taken aback expression as you tugged him over to join the group.

The night was just starting for the group as you learned. They had just come home from their detachment, holiday plans were being discussed by the group. They explained how they spoke about holiday plans early into the year, helped them keep sane while they were away from home, thinking about what was waiting for them when they did. Everyone was excited, talking about how they were going to come home while Rooster, the man you still didn't catch the name of, kept quiet.

"Hey, what about you?" You asked softly, making sure not to overstep.

"Hm?" His eyes drifting behind you, staring at the multitude of candy syrups for the shaved ice.

"Any holiday plans or you're not much for the holiday spirit?"

"Ah," His eyes travelled up to your face, smiling sadly. "I guess not, no."

Both of you had gotten close, with him staying in Fightertown much longer than the others. Being tired after hours, he'd come around The Greasy Spoon to eat something before he went home. You staying to accompany him in his booth as he ate.

It was late, so you were shocked when the bell on the door rang. "Arthur! Lucinda!" You smiled, rushing over to hug them. They weren't the typical bosses, you almost felt as if they were your grandparents.

"Hey, sweetie. We'll be staying upstairs for tonight, Arthur and I wanted to lay down on the beach tomorrow." Lucinda referred to the little suite they had made on top of the restaurant for when they visited.

"Oh, and who is that young man there?" Arthur asked, walking towards Bradley who was doodling on a piece of tissue.

Arthur and Lucinda meeting Bradley was nerve wracking. For some reason, you had this feeling that you wanted them to approve of him, and it was easy for them to. Bradley was smooth and respectful, the night ending with the two owners practically pushing you out to "be kids, have fun!" and you whining about how you're 28 and not a kid. Your mustached friend offering to accompany you home when you started walking, him trailing close by. You told him how much you loved passing by the beach as you walked home, the humid air and the cold breeze reminding you of how it was back at home, back when you were a kid in the Philippines. With Rooster glistening with sweat, and you laughing at how he looked, you invited him in to stay the night.

"You said your apartment was nearby."

"Old man, I said my apartment is at Kingby which is a street that is a 45-minute walk from the diner." You laughed, handing him a glass of water. "I'll get you some of my cousin's clothes and a towel. You stink. Just get your jeep tomorrow."

It happened more often as time passed that he stayed late until you closed up. You figured he stayed because it was lonely being without the rest of his friends back at the apartment he had near the base, but he did it so he could make sure you got home safe after learning that this was your nightly routine. On nights that you were more tired than usual, he'd drive you but sometimes he'd walk you 'forcing' him to sleep on your couch for the night.

You had known each other for 10 months before you thought to ask, ensuring that Rooster wasn't absolutely going to murder you and your family. You didn't know how you managed to get Bradley to actually come with but it did work after hours and hours of pleading. And that's how he ended up at your family house back in Wabang, Wyoming where you had originally met Robbie (Bob) and his brothers, where all of you had grown up.

Rooster heard you coming in the room when you switched the lights on. He just kept his eyes closed, listening to what you were up to while you came in and out of the room. You went around the bed getting your phone that was charged which was connected to the mini JBL bluetooth speaker that Kuya Caloy got you last Christmas, playing a calm OPM Christmas song.

Rooster took note of how the song sounded. It was pretty, it sounded exactly how he thought what you'd like to listen to. He couldn't understand the lyrics but the melody of it was enough to bring a soft smile to his face before immediately turning it neutral again to feign his sleep while you softly padded back outside. The little shuffling of your feet that he has memorized came shortly after with the scent of warm milk sifting through the air and the sound of the door clicking close followed by a sharp locking sound.

He felt you looking at him, the warmth of your gaze burning on his cheeks. A soft smile growing on your face when you saw how his face had relaxed that the usual stress that you read on his face. He was the responsible one of the group. Always tense, always on-guard, even as he had fun and laughed with the group, his eyes darted around to make sure everyone was included and everyone was okay.

"Bradley?" You shook him softly. He kept his eyes closed so you wouldn't know that he was awake all this time. "Bradley, come, wake up." You knelt down infront of him, hand touching his face. "Bradley, wake up, caro." Your thumb rubbing on his cheeks, his eyes finally fluttering open.

"Hey."

"Hey." He smiled back.

You looked at each other for a while before you took your hand off his face. "I'm sorry." You smiled sheepishly, standing up and sitting on the edge of the bed facing Rooster. "I wasn't sure how to wake you up, I didn't want to be rude and be loud."

"It's okay. It's nice to be woken up without yelling and whistles for once." He stretched himself and sat up.

"I wasn't sure if I should wake you up but it's tradition for everyone in the house to wait for the clock to strike 12 for Christmas. We don't get to have New Years Eve together so we decided to do it for Christmas instead." You shrugged looking down at your hands.

"It's lovely, chick. I haven't been part of any Christmas traditions in a while so I appreciate you for letting me be a part of yours." He said softly reaching your hands to squeeze them lightly, making you feel warm.

It wasn't usual for you to feel shy around him. If anything, you were the one who took joy in teasing him and making him flustered. You didn't know where these feelings came from so suddenly. You did quite like him already but something about him being in pajamas and looking so casual made your heart flutter. Everything just felt somewhat domestic.

"Good thing my mom would absolutely murder me if she learned that I let someone spend it alone or else you would've been all alone this Christmas." You smiled teasingly at him to try and ignore the feeling in your stomach that was growing.

"Well, I'll make sure to give her some special lovins when I get down then. Heard she and her husband were separated, possibly might need someone to fill the spot?" He teased back.

You gasped, grabbing a pillow and smacking him in the face with it. "If you wanted me to call you daddy, you don't need to do all that." You rolled you eyes, mouth running before you could even think, suddenly blushing.

Rooster couldn't respond, instead he hit you back with a pillow too. That went on for a while until he accidentally hit your head with full force. Your jaw dropped looking at him.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" He apologized looking at you, pulled your head onto his chest and rubbing it.

You pushed him hard, his back falling onto the bed as you grabbed a pillow to smack his head with it. "You don't." Smack. "Hit a girl." Smack. "That hard." Smack. "In pillow fights!" Smack.

"I'm sorry!" He said as you both started giggling as you attacked him with the pillow. You were straddling him, your short frame needing to be high up on his torso so you could even hit him. You didn't realize it but Rooster was flushed by how close you were.

"Okay, okay, enough." You said seeing the clock with a bright LED white 11:50 PM written on it. "I got you a little snack to wake your stomach up before we join everyone downstairs." You reached over the bed, one hand steadying you near Rooster's head to get to the bedside table and getting what he presumed was what he smelled the first time you went up. "I brought you hot chocolate balls too but I thought that maybe you'd want to pour the warm milk yourself. I didn't know how much cream and syrup you wanted either so I just brought them up." You unlatched yourself off his torso and on the side of it so he could sit up. He found it cute, how you sat on your feet eager to see him try everything that you brought for him.

He got the fork from the little plate and ate something that was like bread on a leaf. It was sweet but a little salty. It felt like cornbread but it wasn't. You giggled as you saw his confused face getting a second bite.

"Oh, I failed to mention. You should get ready for the aunties downstairs. Everyone came while you were napping." You said while fixing how you were sat.

"What should I get ready for?" He asked as he took more bites of the bread-like thing in front of him.

"Just the comments of how tall you are, possible touching of your arms or shoulders, possible assumptions that you might be my boyfriend." You blushed. "I'm not sure how inappropriate they might get. I haven't brought home a boy. Well, except, Robbie— I mean, Bob. But that's different, he's been coming here since grade school so that doesn't count."

"I always wondered about you and Bob." He wondered.

"Hm, what about us?" You asked. His eyes widened realizing that he did say it out loud.

"At first we thought you were his girlfriend with how he spoke of you." He said eating his next bite.

"Ahhh." You laughed. "Robbie and I go way back, we met in grade school when we first moved here. Mom was having a hard time going through the divorce and I was alone at a potluck. He had his brothers, and they wanted a little sister so they took me under their wing, seeing all the bullying and stuff at school. They were the cool kids so being attached at their hip protected me too which was nice. His family practically treated me as their own."

"Ah, well, Bob and his family seems like a nice bunch then." He smiled softly, slightly jealous at how close you both were.

"So much so that our family spends time with them a lot. Anyways, how's the food?"

"The first bite was a bit weird but it's somewhat addicting. It's sweet and salty but it's nothing I've tasted before. It's delicious." He said, shovelling a bigger bite into his mouth.

"It's bibingka- coconut cream, cheese, and salted egg, all together. No one would think that it would taste good at first glance but weirdly, it does. Tastes delicious dipped in hot chocolate too." You motioned your lips towards the table.

He looked at you confused, you could practically see question marks floating on top of his head.

You laughed, picking up the mug. He took it, smiling at how cute it was. There was a literal hot chocolate ball in it.

"Ah, the hot chocolate. I thought you were kissing some Christmas ghost in the air or something."

You got the warm milk and handed it to him. "Why, you rather it was you?"

He laughed at your response, taking the milk from your hands. Both of you watched as it melted the ball. Completing the cup, you held it as he added a tower of whipped cream and a bit of chocolate syrup on top.

"Oop!" You exclaimed as a bit of the hot chocolate spilled out as you passed it back to him. Out of habit, you swiped your finger up the cup and stuck it in your mouth, you didn't even realize how he stared at you in adoration. She's so cute, he thought as he brought the cup to his lips to sip. You giggled when he pulled it away, cream stuck on his moustache.

"What?" He asked, oblivious.

"Nothing!" You smiled, cheekily. "Now try it with the bibingka." You said excited, getting the plate and dipping the bibingka into the hot chocolate, holding it up to his mouth.

He stared at the fork, hesitating for a second before taking a bite. "Mmm! That is good." He said with his mouth full. He wasn't kidding. It was great.

"It should be. I made everything." You teased.

"Well, now it isn't as good." He said jokingly, getting a glare.

"Shut up, pornstache. I'm trying to be nice for Chrismas here." You whined.

"It's good, Y/N. It's really good." He smiled which you returned. You fell into silence, clinks of the fork and the plate, and his sips were the only things heard. You sat there to watch him finish, stealing a few sips of the hot chocolate as well, blushing, thinking about how the scene playing out between you felt. You thought of how your lips touched the same cup his did, your cheeks reddening, something that Rooster mistook for just warmth from the hot chocolate. It was such a middle school thought, indirect kiss.

"I'm sorry I couldn't really get you anything expensive but I still wanted to get you a gift, so here. I've washed it so wear it when you come down if you want." You said, handing him a paper bag. "I'll be downstairs, okay? Come follow soon." You took the dishes leaving him in the room.

You opened the door again before he had opened his gift, smiling at him as you did. "Oh, and wipe your damn face."

You secretly wished he'd wear it. It was a sweater you've been knitting for him with a special message inside when he'd take it off. It was designed with a scene of a story told by Maverick, told to you by the other members of the squad which you found hilarious. He laughed when he saw it. It was a vague scene of pine trees, snow, and a little Mav pushing him in anger during the uranium mission. You didn't sew on a full face on him, but he knew that it was him by the pronounced mustache you gave the man in the sweater.

He hasn't gotten a real Christmas present in a while. I mean the cash was nice during his teenage years, and a few beer bottles were appreciated from his teammates when they invited him out for a Christmas drink, but this was really thoughtful.

You blushed as you walked down, thinking about how you would've kissed Bradley's cream-stache away if you could. You shook away your thoughts, busying yourself in the kitchen with your mom and aunties. You were the one making sure everything tasted right. Everyone assisted in cooking but it fell on you how everything tasted. There was a wide variety of food that were Noche Buena classics with a couple of just general Filipino event classics— honeyed ham, lechon, fried chicken, pansit, spaghetti, rice, buko pandan, bibingka, puto bumbong, and mango graham. It was more than enough for everyone in the house but somehow with all the takeouts for other people who took food home, there was always nothing left.

"Ay anak, where's Bradley? He should come and meet everyone." Your mom asked. "Ay, my child, where's Bradley? He should come and meet everyone."

"He'll be coming down soon, mama. Just getting ready. He went to nap, remember? He's used to sleeping early." You smiled towards your excited mom.

"Uy! Sino si Bradley? Am I gonna finally gonna get an apo sa tuhod?" Your lola exclaimed. "Uy! Who's Bradley? Am I gonna finally gonna get great-grandchildren?"

"Ay mama, ang pogi pogi, ang tangkad, at ang bait pa jusko!" Your mom said to her mother. "Kung ganyan ang magiging manugang ko, aba, bakit hindi?" "Ay mama, he's so handsome, so tall, and so kind, my goodness!" "If my son-in-law would be him, gosh, why not?"

"Mamaaaa, please, he's just a friend." You whined as you wiped your hands off at the small hand towel attached to your pants, removing it and setting it on a hook, moving out the kitchen into the dining room where you saw Bradley interacting with your little cousin.

"You know, I fly planes too!" He exclaimed to Sasa, who was listening to him intently. He took her plane toy and explained to her with it how they'd fly up and down. You smiled at how cute they looked, Rooster looked up and noticed. He ruffled the little kid's hair before making his way to you.

"Starting the propaganda on the youngens, I see." You teased.

"Have to get the recruits somehow." He nudged you back, as you rolled your eyes. He was fucking impossible. Always had a comeback for you.

You walked him towards the table where all the food was. The food filled the table so no one ate there except for the elderlies who you've taken note to make space for. Most people were either standing while they were eating on whatever flat surface they could find, in the living room, or just sitting on the floor— talking, laughing, eating.

"Mama, lola, Bradley's here!" You yelled as the two came rushing out of the kitchen giggling.

You leaned over the table to get a piece of puto bumbong to stuff in your mouth while the two approached them.

"Uy, Bradley, what are your intentions with my apo, ha?" Your lola had said to Bradley making you choke on your snack. "Hey, Bradley, what are your intentions with my granddaughter, ha?"

"Lola—"

She shushed you. "Bradley, my apo, she may be dense but I'm not. She's beautiful, and she cooks well. Not so good at the love department, but she's smart in other things."

"Lolaaa." You whined as Rooster smiled at you cheekily.

"Ma'am, I assure I have nothing but pure intentions for your apo. She's a lady, and I am a gentleman." He nodded, satisfied with what he said.

"Mhm, yeah, my daughter, a lady? That's new." Your mom laughed making you whine and pull Rooster away by his arm, but he resisted wanting to hear more.

"Ay anak, jusko, you can't blame me. How can I think of you as a ladylike woman when you play the most with Robert and that bull rider brother of his? Hay nako, Bradley, my daughter here. As amazing she is at swimming, she's a little troublemaker."

"Mama, that was one timeeee. They were teasing me."

"Sus, I know you did it more than once. Gave the town a heart attack each time." She grumbled. "I'm so sorry, Bradley, you don't know the story." She reached over to hold his arm as she continued, "Y/N, here, decided to fall off the boat and fake drowning to scare the two."

"They were rocking the boat to scare me, mama. I just wanted to scare them back."

"The water was freezing, anak, and you were down there for long enough that even the lifeguards had thought you'd drowned too."

"Scared them enough to stop teasing me though." You smiled cheekily at your mom who squished your face in annoyance.

"Hay nako, Bradley, you have to forgive me for raising such a little stubborn girl. Gladly you've been able to put up with her."

"Oh, Ms. Degamo, you have no idea how hard it's been." He feigned, charming your mom by using Miss and her maiden name.

"Ayayay, you come with me and take time away from her then. Come get some food then let me introduce you to the rest of the family." She grabbed onto his bicep.

As he was getting led away, he mouthed teasingly, "I'm gonna be your dad." which you responded with a middle finger.

"Y/N." She warned even as her back was turned.

"Sorry, ma!"

With that, you started packing some lumpia for Robbie and his brothers- Rhett, Harrison, Miles, and Luke, all practically the same person but in different fonts. They'd kill each other at the Christmas table, but they'd kill for each other if someone outside the family had said something bad about the other. Their father was a sweet man, Bill, who was the town's livestock veterinarian. It was absolute hell when you stayed over because of all the whining animals that you heard but it was fun because of your silly little girl crush on their dad.

"You know, with how much food you pack for them during Christmas, one would think you were sweet on one of the brothers." Carlos came around to tease you. You were both the eldest cousins in the family, the next one who came after you was still in high school going through the 'I hate my family' phase.

"As long as they didn't know I was sweet on their dad." You shushed him as his jaw dropped, you laughing out loud which caught Bradley's attention raising an eyebrow at you. You shrugging him off and going out to meet the boys who always arrived exactly at 11:55 before heading to the bar. Since Mrs. Floyd left, the boys and their father head off to the bar and made new traditions ending the night with a good ol' line dance (or rather, the boys getting their father drunk enough to dance with them as they kept him from sobbing through Christmas Eve).

"Mr. Floyd!"

"I told you, Y/N. It's Bill."

"And I told you, Mr. Floyd, you're too prominent in the town for me to call you that."

Hearing shouts and mumbles, he sighed and rolled his eyes looking back at the truck filled with the rowdy boys.

"Fine, 30 seconds, boys!" He yelled as everyone unloaded and rushed to you.

"Merry Christmas, Si!" Everyone took turns in giving you a hug and a little kiss on the head. From the outside, it would look like you were getting mauled by a pack of wolves. They opened the door and rushed in, saying hello to everyone and giving them a holiday smooch on their cheeks. Bill had come in to join them, giving the kids a fist bump then giving a kiss on the cheek to your grandma before they had to leave. Robbie (Bob) stood next to you while everyone said their quick goodbyes.

"You like him, don't you?" He said.

"Wha- who?"

"Bradley, not my father, you idiot."

"Who knows, maybe I'm sweet on your dad."

"You're disgusting."

"You're the one who gets their dick sucked off in their father's truck every Christmas Eve. That truck would light up like the town's Christmas Tree if I even get close to it with a black light."

"True."

You laughed pushing him out the front door, Bill coming to say goodbye to you with you giving him a kiss on the cheek. He said a quick thank you to everyone, the boys coming and going like a hurricane.

You had one more gift for Bradley that you forgot up in the room which you ran up to get.

"So you and Mr. Floyd, huh?" Bradley teased, you slightly jumped at his sudden presence.

"I like experienced men, what can I say?" You shrugged, focusing on searching for the little box. He choked and spilled his drink on his sweater. "Oh no, honey." You laughed, rushing over to take his drink and pat his back.

"Let me get you a shirt and get that in the laundry, it'll stain." You walked out to get a shirt from Carlos' room. Walking back in, everything got suddenly quiet with Bradley holding the sweater inside out.

"You got quite a type, Ms. Bressett." He teased, referring to your crush confession sewn on the inside of his sweater, sipping on his drink again.

"Oh yeah, it's the daddy issues, old man."

"You're such a fucking headache. Always got a comeback for me."

He was leaned on the random dresser near the door, his body blocking you from fully entering the room. You looked at his bare shoulders, your breath audibly hitching as his grin grew wider. You took the dirty sweater and stepped closer, his smug face dropping.

"How do you think I feel when your annoying ass mouth keeps running, hm?" You said just lightly above a whisper, you could feel his breath on your face now. Your heart sped up at how close you both were, his breath matching yours. He closed his eyes, his arm wrapped around your waist, gripping harder as if it was the only thing stopping him from closing the gap between you. "You never listen to me, Bradshaw." You muttered.

He hummed confused, eyes opening to meet yours that were smiling.

"Wipe your damn face, chicken." You laughed, shoving the sweater onto his face trying to run past as he smiled and rolled his eyes.

He grabbed you with one hand and pulling you closer to him as he rubbed his face onto you, smearing the whipped cream on his mustache on your cheek. You shrieked pushing your hands onto his chest but he was stronger and kept you there.

"Now, we're fair."

"10..." You heard downstairs the countdown to Christmas started.

"Bradley, come on. We're gonna miss the count." You whined, pulling him, simultaneously getting the tissues to wipe both your faces. Wiping yours first, then his, he still stood there like an idiot, not moving an inch.

"What? Do you want me to get you dressed t- mmmph!"

"1..."

His lips crashed down onto yours, a sigh falling off your lips. You could hear his breathing slow down as your hands fell onto his shoulders, feeling the dips and rises that his muscles had provided. One of his hands kept exploring while the other stayed to cup your cheek. His hands got lower gripping onto your thigh making you gasp, letting his tongue make it's way in. His hands were so big on your body that even just him holding it felt good.

He walked you backwards onto the wall, shutting and locking the door as he did. You pushed yourself forward, trying to deepen the kiss, whining when the hand that was softly cupping your cheek seconds ago wrapped around your neck to give a gentle squeeze. He pulled away kissing your flushed cheeks that he found cute.

"You ass, you made us miss the count." You whispered, eyes still closed, head floating.

"I did." He laughed, kissing down to your neck.

"I don't wanna have sex. Not yet. Especially not when my family's around."

"I'm not in a rush, chick. All at your pace." He held your face, his forehead nuzzling onto yours. "Besides, I'd love to wine and dine you before I do."

"What a gentleman." You rolled your eyes.

"Did you just roll your eyes at me, missy?"

"Get changed, pornstache. I'm hungry." He chuckled as you threw the clean shirt to his chest, putting it on himself following close by as you walked back to the living room.

The inside-out sweater that had 'I have a crush on you. Kiss me, if you like me back.' sewn on it was forgotten on the floor along with the gift you'd have to give sometime else instead.

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Hi, I have a question re:sex and Christianity. Small background: I still go to church, and I still live with my parents even though I'm not much younger than you, because housing is very very expensive where I live (pretty common here, I would say about 2/3 of my friends live with their parents and we are decently privileged kids)

Anyway. How does one get over purity culture? To be clear, I've never been told in church not to have sex, I've never gotten the gendered lessons that you got. But I am terrified of having sex. My first real, multi-year relationship just ended and while there was hand stuff etc, there was never any p in v sex (lol I feel 12). But I still had insane anxiety about being pregnant despite being on bc. And I think its because I know my parents would be so disappointed if I had sex. And if I was pregnant I could imagine all the gossip. And honestly I think im from a pretty open church, b/c one of our previous ministers kids recently got married at 8 months pregnant and lots of church people were at the wedding and supportive and her parents were there and everything.

I dont even think I particularly like sex, i might be on the ace spectrum, but how do I remove it from all the anxiety that's tied to it so I can even give myself the chance to find out???

(Asking because it seems like you've been pretty open about purity culture/removing yourself from it)

CW for sex talk (again)

How does one get over purity culture?

Oh man. That really is the million-dollar question, huh? Obviously, I can only answer re my personal experiences, and this is something you should talk to a therapist about, but I can tell you how I’ve tackled it with my therapist at least.

Purity culture is, at its core, an ideology that is perpetuated by shame. If you’re indoctrinated into purity culture when you’re a kid, the concepts become baked into the way you construct your identity, your perception of self, and your perception of your sexuality. It’s practically intrinsic, by the time you’re an adult, to feel shame any time you’re reminded you have a body, much less a sexuality.

According to the chapels I sat through every week as a kid, a girl's body could be 3 things: an intentional stumbling block for men, an accidental stumbling block for men, or unnoticeable. Women were to strive for the third option so as to keep their (and their male friends/authority figures) purity intact. After all, if a boy, or even your male teacher, had impure thoughts about you, it was your fault for tempting them (which, holy shit. I still can’t believe that was a thing I bought into for so long. If my 45 yr old grown-ass teacher had impure thoughts because he could see my 12 yr old collarbone, that sure as hell wasn’t my fault. But I digress.) The Only time a woman’s body can be something else, is when she gives it to her husband, at which point she must suddenly flip the switch in her brain that she is now allowed to be a Sexual Being and she must perform Sexual Duties despite living in outright fear of her own body and sexuality for years (decades?) up until this point. Jesus take the wheel.

Purity culture isn’t a thing you can just decide to walk away from if you’ve grown up in it. Because its ideology is insidious and internalized. So first you need to submit to the fact that you’re going to be fucked up about sex. It sounds like you’re there. Second, you need to interrogate what you believe. If you’re leaving religion behind entirely, you’ll approach removing yourself from purity culture differently than if you still identify as a Christian. It sounds like you might be the latter, which meant, for me, separating what’s actually biblical and what’s shitty, contrived, doctrine that I was told is biblical but is actually more political than spiritual. This helps you address the shame issue.

You need to throw away I Kissed Dating Goodbye and Lady in Waiting and all those ridiculous books you read and reread in the hopes of somehow obtaining impossible marriage perfection and look into actual scripture interpreted within its historical context. I could write a book on this, but the TL;DR is that the text of the Bible was written, translated, curated, and changed multiple times over thousands of years by human beings with human biases and, often, personal and/or political agendas. It contradicts itself! Reading it as it is—a flawed historical document—rather than some sort of God-breathed perfect document—is incredibly freeing. When you do, you’ll probably realize that purity culture is bullshit on a spiritual level. Which is a good start, if that matters to you. Because any time you start to feel shame or guilt you can ask yourself: does God actually care if I wear a bikini or touch a dick I’m not married to? Probably not. Wear the bikini. Touch the dick.

The most important therapy session for me was when my therapist asked what I would do if I got to heaven and God was actually the God I’d been raised to fear. What would I do if he condemned me for being bisexual and having premarital sex and becoming educated, for arguing with men, and failing to isolate while menstruating, and wearing mixed fabrics? If Montero had come out at the point, I probably would have said I’d pole dance down to hell. Instead, I said I would spit on heaven’s gates. If a god that cruel and that pointlessly demeaning really exists—a god who would create in me condemned desire—I won't worship him. The good news is, I’m 99% sure he doesn’t exist. At the very least, he isn’t supported by scripture.

Okay. The final thing you need to do is figure out what you actually want, sexually speaking. This bit is probably the hardest. I’m still in the early stages of this myself. You say: “I dont even think I particularly like sex, i might be on the ace spectrum, but how do I remove it from all the anxiety that's tied to it so I can even give myself the chance to find out???” Bro, I wish I had an easy answer for you. For me, whenever I’m feeling anxious about Sex Things, I tell myself: 1. My God does not equate my worth to my sexual habits. 2. My partner does not equate my worth to my sexual habits. 3. I do not equate my worth to my sexual habits. It seems silly, but reminding myself of those three things is massively helpful. If, after I’ve sorted through those, I’m still anxious or uncomfortable, I stop doing the thing. I evaluate. Am I overwhelmed and I need to try again some other time? Do I just not like the thing? Sometimes it’s hard to tell. Sometimes you change your mind. Sometimes you just don’t know. That’s why having a partner who you trust and who’s willing to patiently explore your interests (and respect your disinterests) is so important. Half the battle, for me, was having a partner who told me they’d be ok with no sex at all. Because that took the pressure off me. If the bare minimum they need is nothing, then anything more than that is a bonus! Hooray! This is maybe TMI, but let me tell you. I thought I was asexual* right up until I was able to have moderately non-anxious sex. Never in my life did I think I would initiate a sexual situation but… I do now. It’s a fun thing to do with a person I love and, holy shit. I am furious that I nearly missed out on it.

Finally, re birth control: I don’t know how you can approach that fear in a way that works for you. If you don’t want to ever have penetrative sex, that’s fine! If that’s a point of anxiety you can’t get rid of, then don't push yourself to do it. If you find out you like other sex things, do the other sex things! If you don't like doing any sex things, don't do any sex things! Also, have you considered sleeping with people who can’t get you pregnant? Always an option if it’s an option you want to consider. ;)

Okay. I hope this was even a little bit helpful. Sorry if it’s a little convoluted, I typed it up in bursts during my work breaks.

*This is not at all to say that asexuality can be “fixed." Rather, it’s to say that things like purity culture can drastically confuse your sexuality in general. If you’re asexual, then this process is still important to discover what you like/dislike. Then you can be explicit about those necesities and find a partner who’s a good fit (if you want a partner at all, that is).

[dingoat]

WORST BOY: 2, 3, 4, 10, 16, 17, 30, 36, 40, 52, 59, 68 8), 77, 79, 82, 86, 89, 102, 103, 109, 110, 118, 120, 123, 127, 133, 134, 136, 139, 141, 154, 155, 156, 159

WORST BOY WORST BOY ok wow have a BAZILLION answers for this TERRIBLE MAN ahahahaha

CHARACTER ASKS for the PROFOUNDLY intolerable, PRIME antagonist, WATCHER FIVE.

2. What would history remember your character for?

OMG! I mean this really depends on how his story winds up playing out, doesn’t it? I feel like right now he’s at such a potential tipping point and I literally don’t know which way he’s going to fall hahaha. If he were to die tomorrow, I’m sure history would look kindly back on the tragic, beloved figure of his public persona, but Intel’s archives would have to be ripped open to connect it to the diabolical bastard behind it. Of course, what he would like to be remembered as is the man who re-shaped the Empire, except he’s started to realise that he might not actually live long enough to win at everything he sets his mind to. How terrible.

3. Does your character prefer to work in silence or with noise and of what kind?

Five DEFINITELY enjoys silence. Depending on the work, he might carefully select some classical music to stimulate his mind, but when he truly needs to focus and concentrate he finds any external noise utterly intolerable.

4. Has your character ever been handcuffed or tied up?

Look. He’s worked as a field agent and absolutely loves cover identities and fake personas. And he is very, very open minded and experimental in various parts of his life. You do the math.

10. Would your character give up the chance to come back to life as a god so that someone else could be saved?

There is exactly one (1) person he’s realised he would give up everything for.

16. How does the way your character present themselves in public differ from how they are in private?

Five will present himself a thousand different ways depending on his audience, his company, his current task at hand or obsession. He is a thousand different people, and while there is exactly one (1) person who is privy to most of them, including the version of himself that is slowly, carefully, willing to admit a certain amount of self doubt and uncertainty, even that one (1) person isn’t allowed to see the version of Five that remembers who he was as a boy, and who grieves.

17. How petty is your character?

INTENSELY. And he takes great joy in it, most of the time. One does not make any sort of slight against Watcher Five or Lord Highbridge without experiencing some sort of backlash, even if it's half a decade in coming.

30. How independent was your character as a teen?

Supremely. He would have been about 13 or 14 when he completely wrote off his family and started focusing entirely on himself, and only ever got worse. Dude moved off planet to work his way to success as soon as he was able, and then the moment he was successful enough he turned around and booted his family off their estate and took the whole thing over.

36. Would your character prefer to sit around and chill or be up and moving and doing something?

Five definitely appreciates and indulges in downtime, he has some very strong hedonistic leanings, but he also has a very active mind and constantly pressures himself with the notion that his work is not yet done. If he doesn’t spend some time working toward long-term goals, honing his skills, or impressing other people, then he feels the day is wasted.

40. If a loved one died, how long would they stay in mourning?

…however old he is, minus eleven years, and counting.

52. Would your character prefer to have history know the truth or have many different versions of their life?

Five’s ghost would be utterly aghast if any single being knew the entire truth of every aspect of his life. There could be no greater failing.

59. What kinds of things does your character use as paperweights?

Stones 8)

(Also probably like. Trophies and stuff. I’m sure he has so many from all walks of life and just. Uses them everywhere in utterly disregarding ways.)

68. Are any of your characters intimidatingly beautiful?

Omfg hahaha I DUNNO YOU TELL ME

I think Five was more designed as ‘approachably charming’ when he really turns it on, though. He aims for Perfect Gentleman, not Galadriel. (Ask him his opinion of 13 though…)

77. Have any of your characters had to kill a friend?

Hahahahahahahahaaaaaaaaa well you see for that to be the case he would need to consider more than one (1) person as a ‘friend’.

He's growing, though, very slowly. Perhaps this is a plot point that he can agonise over in the future >.>

79. What is a humanizing thing about a villain/antagonist/generally horrible person character that you have?

As cliche as it is, the entirety of why-is-he-like-that stems from a very old, very poorly handled tragedy, and the fact that he swore to himself that he would never allow himself to feel that level of grief again. Psych, he’s never actually managed to rid himself of it, nor the fact that he actually quite desperately wants to feel that level of love (YEAH, I SAID IT) and connection in his life again.

82. Describe your character’s handwriting.

Textbook perfect cursive. Elegant, sharp, consistently clear.

86. Is your character’s fear reaction to fight, flight, or freeze?

Fight, definitely. He is way, way too proud to face fear with anything other than bloody-minded rage and violence toward whatever it was that had the gall to make him feel fearful in the first place.

89. Would your character throw themselves in harms way to protect a loved one?

Yes, but he’d never use the term ‘loved one’. Also, he’d throw himself in harm’s way to protect a lawn ornament that he was particularly fond of so there’s that.

102. What is your character’s greatest source of guilt?

We don’t talk about the flagpole incident.

103. How well does your character deal with their anger?

Oh Five does the whole spectrum between quiet, calculated fury, all soft spoken and polite and plotting a revenge that the source will never see coming, as well as absolute frothing at the mouth, unbridled, hollering wild eyed stabby-time rage.

109. Would your character blackmail a god?

Five calls that an average Friday night 8)

110. What color is associated with your character?

I mean, he had a very distinct ‘green’ phase, but now it’s all about the royal purple and gold.

118. Have any of your characters come from a position of privilege that they’ve never had to examine?

HA HA HA HA HA HA HA

aka ‘how to describe Five in one sentence or less’

120. Do any of your characters have PTSD?

Mmmmmm there’s a handful of Ciphers and one quasi-Sith who saw him rambling about the ghost of an elderly narglatch who might argue that yes, yes Five definitely has something going on there.

123. Did any of you characters have nannies or governesses growing up?

I’ve never really considered it, but I don’t actually think so? He might have been a little more well-adjusted if somebody had actually been paid to see to more of his well being as a kid.

127. Has anyone ever stolen your character’s identity or impersonated them?

Oh what a FUN IDEA. I’m sure he’s had some stupid social holo-media network impersonators here and there? I’m sure HE’S done plenty of impersonations in his life but I don’t know that there’s ever been a serious instance of it going the other way. Yet. 8)

133. Have any of your characters ever been caught in a fire or explosion?

Ahaha yet another ‘haven’t explicitly written but what a fun idea’ question! I haven’t detailed a lot of what Five got up to early in his career but it’s hard to imagine that there wasn’t at least one instance of an explosive going off at an inopportune moment….

134. Has your character ever been alone in a hostile environment and been forced to travel a long way to reach a safety that wasn’t for sure?

Nope. This is not the sort of soul-searching hardship Five has ever yet had to face. He’s always been very very good about assuring his own safety and comfort and means of getting to and from places with minimal complications. Side effect of being so utterly driven to be in complete control of every task he is set upon.

136. Has your character ever been forced to deal with the ‘I want to speak to your manager” kind of person?

Almost certainly, and probably always while under some cover identity. And he would smile, and be utterly gracious, and probably would actually be the manager sometimes, and would always find some way to enact some sort of petty (or horrifyingly gratuitous) revenge upon the intolerable individual.

139. Has your character ever survived a fatal wound?

Losing his arm was ridiculously traumatic and, in the right circumstance may well have been fatal, but he was treated pretty swiftly so risk of actual death was negated fairly soon after the fact.

141. Who has a weapon collection?

Hahaha THIS GUY for sure. Five likes nice things, shiny things, expensive things, and is very fond of both blasters and knives. I’m sure he has quite a few prize pieces in his collection, and his hunting rifle is his pride and joy… though I’m pretty sure his favourite weapon is the Galaxy’s Deadliest Hawkbat.

154: How much does your character care about other people respecting their authority?

WITH EVERY FIBRE OF HIS BEING

Thirteen is allowed a little disrespect. As a treat.

155: Does your character cut and/or color their hair for any specific reason?

He tends to keep his hair at a consistent length, but will vary the style and colour dramatically depending on the persona he’s putting on. That said, the way he normally wears his hair (‘normally’ being ‘while at work in an Intel office’) is also how he styles it as his main public persona.

156: Were/Are any of your characters under less pressure and fewer expectations than their siblings?

I’d say they were all under pretty well the same amount of pressure, and it would have been a very very stupid amount for all of them. And when Five’s parents finally backed off from him, he well and truly started weighing it down upon himself.

159: Does your character have any tattoos? And are any of them symbolic or significant?

No tattoos, no piercings, and he would tell you it’s because his peak physical form needs no such embellishment. His new cybernetic is quite elegantly decorated and with a very specific theme in mind, but he’s compartmentalised that in a way that makes him see it as fancy, expensive armour rather than an actual part of his body. He’s still in some pretty solid denial there but at least he’s moved up a step from having to keep it gloved at all times.

[dysfunctionalcrab]

cute vets, pets, and boys

Pairing: Quackity x reader

Pronouns: Gender neutral

Description: Tiger needs to go to vets. Over there, his owner meets a cute veterinary assistant (yes, I mean you)

Notes: Doctor Anderson is the name of an actual doctor I shadowed I couldn’t think of anything else okay, leave me alone.

His knee bounced up and down impatiently. The place was unusually packed today.

Tiger sat in his basket, loafed and with his eyes closed. Quackity’s heart ached for the small cat, the poor animal had stopped his regular eating habits. When he filled his bowl, it was only half finished, which was abnormal, since Tiger was usually finished within 10 minutes, and then meowed for some more.

He glanced at the clock, sighing after calculating that he had been been waiting for almost a whole hour, until a vaguely familiar man walked into the room with a clipboard. He was a middle aged man, grey hair and and stubble. He wore giant glasses with black frames. It was only when Quackity’s eyes landed on the name tag pinned to the pocket of his white lab coat, did he realise this was their regular vet.

“Alex!” He called out, looking up from his clipboard and locking eyes with him

Tiger hadn’t been to vet in ages, and when he did, it was usually his mom who took him, so to see him so enthusiastic, or even remember his name, startled him quite a bit.

He stood up, clutching the handle of the cat basket and lifting it off the floor.

“Doctor Anderson?” He tried to play it off as if he wasn’t reading his badge to remember his name.

“How have you been?” The doctor asked him.

“I’ve been good, busy, but good,”

“How are you? How is your mom?”

Quackity tried to be polite, answering all the questions he had. But in reality, he didn’t care about catching up with his vet, especially after waiting an hour of waiting just to even be spoken to while his cat sat miserably in his basket. It had entirely ruined his mood. He just wanted to know what was wrong with his cat.

He was relieved when Doctor Anderson finally ushered him into the room.

The doctor walked in with another man, he looked young. This man was going to be the final patient you assist before finally finishing the veterinary experience course. You took a deep breath and approached them both.

The doctor walked in with another man, he looked young. This man was going to be the final patient you assist before finally finishing the veterinary experience course. You took a deep breath and approached them both.

The doctor walked in with another man, he looked young. This man was going to be the final patient you assist before finally finishing the veterinary experience course. You took a deep breath and approached them both.

The other guy looked you, not in a weird way, but just to curious to who you were. You offered him a kind smile, and when you started to think wasnt going to, he returned it. Doctor Anderson watched the interaction from across the room.

“This is [Y/N],” he introduced, putting a gentle hand behind your back. “They’ve been shadowing me for the last 2 months, today is their final day,”

Quackity nodded, glancing towards you again, but less soft. Your smile dropped. You started to assume he wasn’t in a good mood today, especially since he probably had a sick animal with you. So, you resorted to standing in the corner of the room, just to observe.

“So then, how can I help you?” The doctor asked him

“I don’t know,” You watched him as he distressedly pushed his hair away, alongside fiddling and adjusting his beanie anxiously. “Tiger just hasn’t been eating lately and it’s been worrying me,”

Doctor Anderson opened up the basket and took out a small tabby cat who you now knew was named ‘Tiger’. Your heart awed at the cat, you loved cats. I mean, you loved animals in general, which was the reason you wanted to help them.

You watched as he started to check the cat, feeling his fur and his body for any irregularities. His face was fully focused, eyebrows furrowing. You could tell the owner was nervous since he was rubbing the seam of his shirt aggressively between his finger and thumb.

“Has Tiger ever-“

The door suddenly swung open with a loud creak. All your heads snapped towards the entrance, another doctor stood there, her face a little sweaty and she was huffing, completely out of breath

“Doctor- we need you please, it’s urgent,” She stated.

The doctor looked at you, and then looked at the cat, and then looked back at you. You felt yourself freeze in fear. You knew what he was asking, and you frantically shook your head, pleading with your eyes that he didn’t leave you alone.

“You’ll be fine,” he whispered, before taking off and dashing out the room,‘following the tinder woman. He accidentally slammed the door a little hard that the noise startled Tiger. He let out a small and scared meow.

You pursed your lips, looking down sympathetically at the cat. You then looked at his owner, he was giving you a blank, expressionless stare, his brown eyes told you he was a mixture of tired, irritated but concerned. You wondered how long he’d been waiting.

Quackity was nervous around pretty people, he was far from confident. After the way you smiled at him, he felt himself heat up. He’d be lying he if he said he didn’t find you cute.

If you weren’t in such a formal environment, he’d be initiating some sort of casual conversation with you to start things going, if he even knew how to. But now, especially since he had a sick cat with him, wasn’t the ideal situation. Your voice interrupted his train of thoughts.

“So,” you gnawed at your lip nervously. “He’s lost his appetite?

Quackity nodded slowly.

You hummed, observing her on the table. He was a cute little cat, his eyes were glossy and wide. You felt a pain in your chest at the poor thing. You had never been left alone with a patient before, so you were anxious to say the least.

“Has this ever happened before?” You asked

He shook his head. “Uh- no. No it hasn’t.”

You stroked her, he immediately nuzzled into your palm. You and him both locked eyes at the adorable moment.

“He’s cute,” You stated.

“Yeah,” he chuckled. “He is.”

He picked up a mental note of your interaction with him. It was uncommon that Tiger relaxed at someone’s touch so easily, usually he would do that at-least within a week of knowing or playing with them. He was also quite aggressive, living up to his name.

“You don’t need to worry, you know, I’m sure he’s fine, the worst it could be is like- kidney disease or something,”

His eyes widened

“Not that it is!” You took back, wishing you could swallow your words back up again. “I didn’t mean it like that, I was just saying that he could-“

He raised an eyebrow at you, this time out of confusion of your rambling.

“I’ll stop talking now.” You muttered to yourself

You felt ridiculous, being so nervous. You couldn’t tell if it was from the pressure, or the fact he had a strong gaze on you.

“I’m going to check his teeth, if that’s okay?” You asked

Quackity stepped back abit from the table. “Yeah, yeah, of course, do whatever you need,”

You patted her head before positioning her so you could look at her mouth. You gently held her head and used your fingers carefully to pull her jaw open. It all looked pretty normal, until your eye fixated on one of her canines that were looking black at the root.

You sighed, observing it a little longer. You smiled, thankful that you found the problem. It was funny to you how this guy hadn’t even thought to check her mouth before-hand.

“Well, we’ve found the problem,” you said. Quackity stepped closer and watched to where you finger was pointing. “Just a bad tooth, it most likely hurts when he eats,”

You smiled at him reassuringly and he relaxed. His Tiger was going to be just fine

“So now what?” Quackity asked you, petting Tiger. He quietly purred

You ran your tongue at the seam of your lips. “I don’t know, I guess. I don’t think if it’s legally permissible for me to diagnose anything or 8 anything- I think,” you spoke awkwardly. “It’s better to just wait for the doctor to come back,”

He nodded again. The silence in the room was making it a little uncomfortable for the both of you, the only thing making it less... weird, was the cute little cat laying on the table.

“So, how long have you been shadowing him again?”

You bit the inside of your cheek, he was clearly just trying to make conversation with you to diffuse the awkwardness.

“For two months,” you answered. “Today is actually my last day.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, kind of disappointed actually, this experience has been quite nice. Now it’s back to textbooks and PowerPoint presentations, it’s like being stuck back in high school”

“I get that. Law school is just case after case and it can get boring sometimes,”

“Law school? Holy crap,” you said, before throwing a hand over your mouth, remembering he was still just a patient. “Sorry, excuse the language,”

He giggled nervously. “Don’t worry about about it,”

Conversation with him from then on was easy. It flowed quite smoothly, from talking about about school to other general things.

He liked the way you listened, Quackity knew that he waffled on about certain subjects a whole lot. But you seemed to actually be interested, your face lighting up every time. You found it sweet the way he talked so passionately about things, for a stranger, you were pretty intrigued.

You enjoyed his company for the next 30 minutes, still waiting for Doctor Anderson to come back after rushing out of the door. To be fair, It was nice to have conversation during the day that wasn’t with a fifty five year old man for once.

“But we have restaurants here like Chipotle, or Taco bell!” You exclaimed, now sitting beside him on one of the blue chairs.

“They’ve never been as good as the ones I’ve had in Mexico,” he told you.

“Well then I guess-“

Again. The noisy door swung open. Both your heads simultaneously turning towards it. The doctor walked back into the room, his hair was a little ruffled and messy. He came in as if he was looking for a certain something, and then his eyes landed on you.

“[Y/N]? What are you still doing here?” He questioned, looking at his watch. “It’s past four o’clock,”

You took out your phone from your back pocket. Damn, time really flew by and you didn’t even realise.

“We were just talking about Tiger, he’s got a bad tooth,” you said

The doctor smiled at you. “Good work, [Y/N]!” He said, pride overtaking his voice. “But it’s really time for you to go home. You can pack up your things now and relax! You’re finally finished!”

“Oh-,” you said, feeling the slightest bit disappointed as you looked at Quackity. “Thank you,”

You stood up and hesitantly slipped off the spare white lab coat, folding it up and placing it in on a nearby counter.

You looked at Quackity again, his eyes were almost saying ‘sorry’ for you having to leave.

Quackity watched you leave the room. His mood dropping straight away. He knew he wasn’t going to speak to you again after this.

The doctor started talking to him again, giving him advice for Tiger and how they would deal with the problem. However, the unfortunate problem was, his attention was focused on you. You know sometimes you talk to someone once and then for the rest of the year you constantly think about that interaction? Yeah, that’s how he was feeling. He had no idea why you had suddenly invaded all his thoughts.

Too bad you’d left without so much of a goodbye.

If only he built up the courage and asked for your number.

———

Masterlist

Taglist: @inniterhq @basilly @nite-land @bunnyloo @siriushxney @notphilosopherstudentblog @tinyegg @dreamiewrites @kai-was-here @shiyanchan

[roscgcld]

HEADCANONS + GOJO SATORU || onii-chan

note: this was a few ideas given to me by my beloved 🌸Anon - a bunch of new gojotwins!au headcanons c: this one is a little different compared to my other story, so this is a stand alone one. might turn it into a series if it gets enough love, but we’ll see~ you can read the original ask here!

pronouns: she/her

note: mentions of blood and death and spoilers for volume 8 & 9 of the manga. SUPER LONG by the way lol

gojotwins!au masterlist

twins have always been viewed as a bad omen for the parents - there are high chances of both twins developing no Cursed Technique at all, or have a Cursed Technique that is not desirable. So there had been no hope when one of the wives from the main family of the gojo clan was pregnant, and from what they can tell with twins at that

so it was a huge surprise to not only the elders but the entire jujutsu world when not one, but both of the twins were born with the coveted Six Eyes - something that had never happened in the history of the gojo clan. it was a moment to be celebrated!

if only they knew just what was lies ahead

much to the delight of the elders, the older one of the twins was the boy, satoru, while the girl was born 20 minutes after - it wouldn’t have mattered if it was the other way around, but just having the young boy being the one born first was definitely the icing on the cake

both of you were an absolute headache to deal with, causing so much chaos and mayhem that the elders had wondered if they should have celebrated at the idea of having two Six Eyes users under the same house was a good thing

the both of you trained together throughout your younger years, with satoru becoming super overprotective even though you were twins - he understood from a young age that the both of you were starting at different levels of footing because of your gender

yes, you are a girl - but at 7 years old you had exorcise a Grade-Two Curse by yourself with no more than an annoyed click of your tongue and a snap of your fingers, walking away whilst whining about how it got your favourite dress dirty

with that being said though, he loves to tease you are still the younger one between the both of you, and had teased you about how you should refer to him as ‘onii-chan’ instead of his first name

“come on, Y/N~ it’s a sign of respect~”

“i am going to spend you to outer space one of these days.”

the two of you were already known about the jujutsu world way before you even became old enough to enroll in Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College - you two were even allowed to enter without an interview with the then principal of the school

who would want to waste their time interviewing two highly over qualified teenagers anyway?

the first time you met geto and shoko, they were both intimidated by your sheer presence. the both of them have heard talks about the gojo twins entering their year as a pair

so when they had first met you, standing there in your uniform with your bright blue eyes hiding behind a pair of blacked out sunglasses and an indifferent look on your face - they definitely felt a shiver go through their bodies

however, when they saw your twin brother appearing behind you with the biggest grin, hugging you from behind whilst you scowled and tried to push his head away - they were definitely less intimidated now

“now, now, Y/N-chan, stop being so scary~”

“nii-chan, i am giving you three seconds to let go of me.”

the two of you quite the duo, especially when you two are always pinned against one another with more difficult and more challenging missions compared to when you were under the care of the gojo clan 

geto felt less pressure to match up to his friend, since satoru and Y/N are always at each other’s throat - wanting to outmatch the other and one up the other with silly things like Curse head counts and how difficult its level is

with that being said, satoru is very protective of you - if any so much as speaks poorly of you, he would not hesitate to put them in their place

“oya? what makes you think you can speak of my baby sister like that?” satoru had hummed towards the small group of men, who were commenting on how beautiful the young woman was followed by a lot of unsavoury comments. 

satoru still sported his casual smile, yet there was a certain air around him that made them shut their mouths up real fast. “mind repeating that? just want to make sure that i have a good enough reason to put your lazy asses six feet underground..”

after that specific incident by the way, satoru had you and your friends out on a little excursion around tokyo - where they just did a bunch of stupid things together to calm down

you can read him like the back of a book though, so when both of your friends went away to browse through some shelves in a video game store, you just wrapped your arms around your brother with a smile. “you know, nii-chan, you don’t need to go about protect my honour. i’m a big girl now.”

he’d just blink down at you before giving you a soft but genuine smile, petting the top of your head with one of his hand while the other was resting inside of his pocket. “if i don’t protect you, who am i going to protect?”

that statement was proven during your second year - a cursed user had overpowered you and shoko and had taken the both of you hostage. the curse user had practically beaten you into a pulp, knowing that you were the stronger one between the two

shoko had been tied up and beaten as well, but you were definitely taking the brunt of his anger - along with being forced to listen about how he was going to sell you to some low life family that had been trying to get you to marry their sorry excuse of a son. 

you don’t even remember meeting the father of the boy, who had claimed to visit the gojo clan home a few times now

“you gonna be a good girl for me?” the man had gripped as he gripped your hair in his hands, giving you a smirk whilst you scowled over at him in annoyance, blinking the blood out of your eyes from the wound on the top of your head. 

before you can give another snarky answer in reply that will get you another beating, the sound of someone kicking the door in. before either one of you can move, the man suddenly let go of your hair with a pained gasp as someone grabbed his hair and forced his head back, looking up into a pair of glowing blue eyes

“get your filthy hands off my baby sister.”

geto was in charge of taking care of the both of you, leaving the room with a simple reminder to satoru that they needed to bring the man back alive

both of you spending most of your time trying to unlock the many secrets of the Limitless, and how to control it better

during the entire star plasma vessel fiasco, you had stayed by geto’s side. and while you didn’t manage to save rika from being murdered, you had, like gojo, managed to touch the core of cursed energy

toji had ‘killed you’ before he went after geto, yet like satoru, he did not decapitate your head; so you had slowly started to use the reverse curse technique to heal your wounds

so you couldn’t believe satoru’s belief when he found you using reverse cursed technique to heal geto, wrapping you up in his arms while you just smile and hold him as well

the three of you plus shoko had turned to one another for comfort, because along the way you four have grown close to the young girl, and her death really affected all of you

but if there is something bright that came out from this, is that you and your brother had really elevated yourselves to become the strongest duo of the new generation - both pretty much an entire chest above the current active sorcerers

after satoru had calmed down, he had told you about what toji had said to him before his death - about how he has a son that he had planned to sell of to the zen’ins

the two of you went to visit the young boy, discovering that he had an older sister as well; and without hesitation you had taken the both of them under your wing, pulling a few strings behind the scenes while also trying to provide him with as normal as a life as you two could

megumi had viewed you as a mother figure, someone who looked out for him and tsumiki, teaching the two of them life skills like sewing and cooking, making sure they always have warm meals. 

you never miss their birthdays either - always making sure to get them either a cake or a small cupcake with a candle on the top to blow out just for the sake of tradition

sure, satoru loves to spoil them too, but he acted more like their chilled older brother - he definitely relies on you more as a parental figure he had lacked for quite a huge part of his childhood

he had remembered how once, when you had made him his favourite curry and rice after a long week, he just sighed and said, “thanks mum,” before he started to eat his meal 

at first you froze in shock, and  megumi did too - but before the blushing teen can apologise, you had already wrapped him up in your arms as you just cried your heart out

satoru had teasingly asked him if megumi can call him ‘dad’, to which megumi just scowled and sent his divine dogs after your brother

satoru loves to introduce you two as the ‘strongest duo’ by the way - which makes you super awkward and you hate it with a passion. he wasn’t wrong, but it’s still awkward

“we’re the Gojos - the strongest duo out there.”

“please stop calling us that.”

feel like because you’re there, geto might still be on the path to the light lmao - like mans will be a teacher in school and you three will be dub the ‘idiot trinity’ or some bullshit nickname lol - the three biggest troublemakers in the jujutsu world

yet the three most capable ones as well - absolutely drive the higher ups of the jujutsu world insane

with that being said though - the three of you definitely hashed a plan to change the jujutsu world together. even shoko agrees that there should be some change to the old ways of the jujutsu world; so the four of you decided to sign up to work as teachers at Jujutsu High 

the first group of students you took under your wing was the then first years - maki, toge, panda, and eventually yuta when he joined your little class

you are the mother for the students while geto is the responsible dad; satoru is the crazy uncle that is not allowed to supervise the students alone, and shoko is the cool aunt who lets you skip class in her office if you want

all the students have, at one point, just referred to you as ‘mum’ and you had always just accepted that with a soft smile and a pat on the top of their head

even if they are taller than you, they will willingly bend down to your height so you can pet them on the head - even megumi lets you get away with it

when itadori and nobara came into the picture, you had taken them un as your own as well - but you did spend a good 5 minutes laughing with geto at the idea that yuji manages to control sukuna like he is just an annoying imaginary friend in the back of his head that refuses to shut up

you had tried to give them some form of normality and comforts as teenagers, even if many times they were forced into very uncomfortable situations

all in all - it was utter chaos the moment both you and satoru were born. yet it was a miracle nonetheless. many times you prove to the world that your bond is stronger than people think it is, and that you two will go through anything to make sure the other is safe. 

you are the younger one, but the more responsible one too. the motherly figure that everyone turned to, even your friends and brother, who needs comfort and a warm meal. yet if provoked, you can become deadly and kill with no hesitation. it’s because of this, both you and your brother are considered as quite the deadly duo; the strongest ones around. 

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Maybe It Isn’t all Bad

Awesomest of Them All 2.0

Part 2 of 13

Word Count: 1714

Batman x Batmom!Reader

You know what the bat family needs? Someone to pull them together and give them all the love they deserve. Who better to do that than you? An author rising to stardom in Gotham who catches the eye of a billionaire with your standoffish attitude at a huge social gathering. You are yourself and never pretend to be more or less than that. Plus you're the most stubborn person in the world, refusing to let good things go without reason.

This is a rewrite of my story Awesomest of Them All, I wanted to see how much I've improved over 3 years.

It had been two months since you published your book, and it had taken off. Tons of people loved it and even more had read it. Because of this you were suddenly a popular public figure of Gotham, and of course like all other public figures you were invited to one of the many galas that happen in this city. You hated it. You, y/n l/n the nobody who lived in a shabby apartment and just happened to get lucky with your book. What you wouldn't give to go back to being a nobody so you could spend your Friday night watching Netflix alone on your couch.

Unfortunately you weren't sure how the snobby rich people,who thought they were better than everyone else, would take you rejecting their invitation the first of probably many. But this was a charity gala hosted by Bruce Wayne: play boy, billionaire, and one of the few people present that seems somewhat genuine even if you didn't think he had a single thought behind his eyes. So maybe it wasn't all bad cause all the rich people were donating to charity and Bruce usually made sure the money went somewhere good.

You had worn an elegant gown, preferring it to the ones that let your ass hang out the bottom. The dress was fabulously elegant and made you feel like a queen. You had paired it with your your highest high heels, stilettos that you could stab someone with if it came down to it. So far the night had been filled with pointless conversations and lots and lots of introductions, all while dancing a waltz.

Lets be honest you won't remember most of the new people you had met, you could've met the Queen of England and not have known it. You didn't remember not because you had been drinking, even if you had thought about it many times, but because there were so many people that wanted to get you and your new found popularity under their thumb and gain through you.

You had finally gotten a break by standing by the buffet table and eating the food they seemed to be letting go to waste. If nothing else you would singlehandedly make sure the food didn't get wasted. You kept trying to think of an excuse to go home, but so far couldn't think of anything. Your planning was interrupted when yet another person came up to you, except his face is somewhat familiar. "Hi," you say after you hurriedly swallow a bite of food.

"Hello, Miss (y/n) (l/n)," he begins, knowing your name but you not knowing his, "may I have this dance?" He asks, great another dance luckily you were used to being on your feet thanks to waitressing otherwise you'd be worried about them falling off with all this meaningless dancing. Why couldn't rich people be more fun with their dancing, most of them were white, playing some pop songs, and the Cupid Shuffle could only make things better.

"Yes, Mister..." you pause as you try to place him, you know you know him but you'd seen so many faces like that tonight that it was a blur.

"Wayne," He finishes for you.

"I'd love to dance with you Mr.Wayne," you lie through that smile that was plastered to your face. You offer your hand and wish desperately you had taken your chance to escape when you'd had it only moments before.

He takes the hand you offer to him and leads you out to the dance floor, waltzing yet again, at least you didn't have to lead cause you had no idea what you were doing. "My son read your book," he begins, trying to start up a friendly conversation, "he's keeps trying to convince me to read it."

"That's nice," you respond awkwardly, what were you supposed to do? Try to convince him to read it too? Hell no, you are not going to act like an airhead and promote yourself.

"He doesn't know that I've already read it," Bruce says. You laugh before you can stop yourself, you almost apologize but he laughs as well. "I enjoyed reading it, it was very well written." Maybe he did actually have real thoughts in his head unlike how the media portrayed him.

"Thank you," you say a slight blush making is way onto your cheeks. He was quite attractive after all and here he was complimenting you. The smile on your lips becomes more genuine as the two of you continue dancing, making light conversation, and surprisingly it was quite enjoyable.

Before you know it the party is over. And you'd spent almost half of it dancing with one man. "Thank you for the dance."

"It was my pleasure," he says, and you find yourself blushing for the millionth time that night. Maybe these parties weren't all bad, you'd found a friend you could have intelligent conversations with after all.

You find yourself invited to almost every gala that happens in the city over the next few months and every time Bruce is there the two of you spend most of the time dancing and talking with each other. The conversations between the two of you are pleasant, covering many topics, and most importantly they aren't meaningless like all the other conversations you were forced into at galas.

Bruce would get your opinion on things such as how the money he got for charity should be spent since you had been more recently living among the people he was trying to help. Like you weren't bad off by any means but you hadn't owned a car, relying on bus routes to get around the city and working 40+ hours a week to keep your head above water. You had been better off than many in Gotham but you had been closer to the poverty than Bruce had, even considering his night job. The fact that he genuinely cared and wanted your opinion amazed you. He was the first and probably only friend you made among the one percent at those parties.

Of course the two of you didn't only talk business, other more casual subjects came up. The two of you bonding over having dead parents, even if he was more traumatized and your wounds more recent. Then talking about school and how you had decided to skip college in order to pursue writing while he had been homeschooled then traveled the world instead of college, not that either of you were too old for college though. He was was 23-24, still young despite having adopted an 8 almost 9 year old and you were close to the same age as him.

The both of you being young, and single, did lead the two of you to have more than a friendship but that was after nearly a year of just talking at galas. Okay a year of just talking was a lie. It was probably only six months before the two of you found yourselves out in a garden and shared your first kiss. But it was an entire year before he finally asked you out, claiming it was a dare from Dick and to ease the pressure of the press.

You of course called him on those lies and pointed out the fact that there had not been a single other woman in his life since the two of you met. And said the only way you'd go out with him was if he'd, "just admit you like me." Needless to say he did.

That was part of the reason that he was so attracted to you. Despite what he knew about you from the one day he saved you from Joker, you were just unafraid to be yourself. You had never pretended or tried to pretend to fit in at the galas. You'd never been afraid to call him on his shit, even if it had risked your one friendship that made those galas bearable.

To your surprise when you had called him a dumbass for thinking it was acceptable to give a 9 year old unlimited access to the internet he laughed and said you were probably right. Then for some reason he thought it was a good idea to ask you for parenting advice and you told him that was a worse idea. You had less of an idea how to be a parent than he did, the only reason a 9 year old shouldn't have unlimited internet access was because he was a bit young to already get unrealistic expectations from porn. Mainly you had no idea, it just felt weird to turn a kid loose on the internet but then again you'd been a kid who ate mud and called it fun.

So, all the talking and asking opinions and just spending a ton of time together leads to Bruce asking you out. The press saw this coming from miles away and caught you both on your date, not that they didn't have pictures of the two of you hiding from people on a balcony. But an actual date?!? Amazing! All the internet fans were happy for you, the paparazzi loved you and would do anything to get pictures of the two of you.

The two of you became Gotham's it couple overnight but the best thing about it was that it was real. Both of you were blatantly honest, calling each other out when needed and defending each other at other moments. There were no secrets between the both of you and you wouldn't trade that for anything. It was amazing to you that you had finally found a man who saw you as his equal and if anything he was a man known for being a womanizer.

So that's how it all started, in the space of a year the two of you fell in love and were head over heels for each other. Dick played match maker every chance he got, since he adored you for some odd reason. And of course, when you finally met him Alfred approved of you and Bruce being together, the one person able to call him on his shit and have him listen. It was a miracle that Alfred had thought he'd never love to see.