#but then ALSO a classmate who like. im fond of

[kayspaceprince]

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[areyouwell]

Is there any chance you'd do one shot still relating to Phobophobia series? Like how they both adjusting their lives back to the mansion after two years. I just loveeee their dynamic sooo much I physically need moree <33

turns out... yes. it seems there was a chance. a large chance... so here it is <3

'Til One of Us Keels Over' – A Phobophobia Oneshot

Pairing: Logan Howlet x F!Mutant!Reader

Warnings: None :)

Word Count: 5.6K

A/N: BACK BY POPULAR DEMAND! to other's who've sent in requests, IM ON IT DONT U WORRY, almost halfway through one of them already and have another planned out. though whilst idk if this counts as a request i simply couldn't say goodbye to Firefly and Logan quite yet. anon, it turns out i also physically needed more of them, so we shall both be feasting

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The shrill ringing of the school bell interrupted the calm, studious silence of your classroom, instantly every single one of your students put down their pens and started to pack up their books. It was a shame since it had been forever since you could get them into a studying trance such as this, but they’d worked hard enough and you weren’t about to be one of those teachers who kept their students behind after the bell had rung just for the sake of wielding the power of being a professor. 

“I want that mission analysis on my desk by next Wednesday. No excuses, Bobby, I know there’s a game on Monday but you have ample time to work around that,” You gave the boy one of your hard stares that told him there was no room to argue before he could even open his mouth. 

“Will we be in the danger room next Wednesday?” Jubilee asked, almost skipping up to your desk, her books held tightly against her chest. You hummed thoughtfully, casting another raised brow to the rest of your students who’d each gathered in little groups with their friends to discuss whatever it was they were doing next. 

“That highly depends on the rest of your classmates and how many reports I have on my desk next week.” You didn’t have to worry about Jubilee, whilst yes she could be a chatterbox in class, and yes she could get easily distracted by the others, she tried exceptionally hard with her studies, and you had no doubt her report would be the first one on your desk come next Wednesday.

Her eyes lit up as you told her your terms and conditions, turning back to the small group of three and bounding up to them, explaining emphatically that they all had to get their homework in or they’d be stuck in the stuffy classroom for another week. You huffed an amused smile as they all turned to Bobby pointedly, Marie poking the centre of his chest with her gloved hand. You couldn’t believe they all only had one year left of studies before they were free to be whoever they wanted to be. You knew a large majority of them wanted to join the X-Men, but you also knew there were a few who wanted to attend university as well, further their education and find their place in the world. It warmed your heart to think you’d contributed somewhat to their futures. It made everything worth it. 

With a crack of your neck, stretching your hands high above your head to loosen up your shoulders, you exhaled a heavy sigh as the last of the stragglers left your classroom, muttering apologies by the door as they exited. You frowned in confusion, looking over to ask them why they were apologising, before your features relaxed into a fond smile, now understanding that they weren’t apologising to you, but to the man currently leaning against the doorframe, broad arms crossed across his chest.

They must have bumped into him on the way out. 

Your heart grew three sizes just seeing him, any tension in your body left over from a day’s teaching leeching from your body as you took in his soft, fond smile bathed in the afternoon sunlight. 

Six months. Six months and he was still trying to adjust to having you back. To not wake up soaked in sweat and choked with grief. To not wander the halls of the school aimlessly looking for you despite knowing you weren’t there. Six months and he still had to make sure you were alive and well at every opportunity he got—break times, small gaps between classes, lunches, and when classes ended. You never needed to go looking for him because he was always by your door waiting for you. 

“You’re gonna permanently dent my door frame if you keep leaning on it like that.” You said flatly, trying in vain to seem like seeing him didn’t light you up from the inside. You turned your attention back to the stray papers on your desk, aimlessly organising them to stop yourself from looking in his direction. It was just a little game the two of you played. Logan would show up at every opportunity he could and you’d pretend to find it irritating, despite the both of you knowing you still needed this. Still needed the reassurance that the both of you were still alive and well and here and breathing and–

“Jean’ll fix it.” He shrugged, heart blossoming as you huffed a reluctant smile, finally looking back to him, your one golden eye glistening in the amber glow of the afternoon sun. Nothing really had changed about you other than that. You had no scars left from your life before, and one of your eyes was now a completely different colour, but other than that you were exactly the same as the day he lost you. 

Well, almost.

With a wry smile, you sent him a wink before dissolving into the sunlight, reassembling yourself from the shadows in front of him cast from the breaks in the windows. That was something he still needed to get used to. You had a whole new host of powers to work on, but most of it came to you naturally. When he’d taken you back six months ago, he’d carried you straight to Charles and Jean, the two of them running test after test after test on you. For the most part, you couldn’t help lashing out, the poking and prodding of white coats flaring your fight or flight response, far too similar to the horrors you’d endured. Jean had to teach Logan how to take blood since you wouldn’t let her anywhere near you. 

But when the test results came back, he’d never seen Jean so excited. Your brother’s DNA had somehow bonded itself to yours, intertwining your mutations and granting you access to a whole new range of powers previously inaccessible. You explained how you could communicate with Rowan throughout the two years you were gone, and most of the time he spent arguing with you, spitting pointless insults. The only times he would fall silent were when Logan would visit, and after countless conversations, listening to everything he was saying, he’d finally come around to your side, realising what he’d done, and what he’d taken from you. 

Logan didn’t let you out of his sight for two weeks straight after that. You got back to teaching a week later, and he would just sit in the corner while you taught your students, refusing to leave your side until you had to sit him down and explain you weren’t going anywhere. You were back, and that was that. 

It took another week for him to accept it. 

You pushed up onto your tiptoes, wrapping your arms around his neck and softly pecking his lips with a swift kiss. His hands instinctively found your waist, lips pulling into a smile as they moved against yours. 

You hummed in contentment as you separated a fraction, leaning up to press your forehead against his, and he pulled you closer against him if that was even possible. 

“How’s your day goin’?” He asked, and you snorted a laugh, setting yourself back down on your feet before your calves cramped up. It was still slightly strange, to have limbs again after spending the last two years as nothing but consciousness, and you were still getting used to the sensation of muscles.

“As good as it was when you asked me an hour ago,” you responded with a playful grin. Logan rolled his eyes, biting back a smile when he flicked your forehead slightly, resulting in you waving him off. 

“No last class of the day bullshit from Bobby?” he asked with slight disbelief, following behind you as you returned to your desk to gather up your materials and various mugs of coffee. His surprise only increased when you shook your head, handing him the things you couldn’t carry.

“Nope, honestly they were great today. Probably because they knew this was punishment for fucking about last week,” You shrugged as Logan took your bag off you and slung it over his own shoulder. “They did grumble a bit when I said we’d be working with books today rather than their mutations, but accepted it when I reminded them of the consequences of their actions. After that, they were good as gold.” You drained the final dregs of your coffee, grimacing as little bits of bitter grounds flooded your mouth and you suddenly remembered why you’d left the little bit at the bottom in the first place. 

Logan set his chin atop your head for a brief moment and you leaned back into him, warm adoration wrapping around your heart. 

“What’d ya want for dinner?”

You felt his voice vibrate against the back of your head, reverberating through your skull in a way that had your mind blissfully blank, exhaling a relaxed breath caused purely by his proximity. 

“Not sure. Could make a stir fry? Oooo, or a curry? I think we still have some leftover rice somewhere. Chicken curry?” You asked, turning to face him only to find his eyes completely lost on your features, drinking you in as if it were the first time he laid eyes on you. “What…?” You prompted, watching him blink from his trance.

“Nothin’... just rememberin’ this isn’t a dream, s’all.” He explained, and your heart broke a little for him. Setting down one of the mugs in your hand, you cupped the side of his fuzzy jaw, brows pinching as he leaned into your touch as if to remind himself it was real. It was something that had happened a few times. You’d turn to find him in his own head as he looked at you, a faraway glaze hazing his eyes before you dragged him back to reality. He’d divulged once what he was thinking about, how fucking lucky he was you were back. How he didn’t understand what he’d done to deserve this twist of fate. How fucking terrified he was of suddenly waking up and you being gone again. 

“Still here…” you whispered, smoothing your thumb across his cheekbone. He breathed a gentle sigh, nodding infinitesimally, his eyes fluttering closed as he basked in your presence.

“I know.” He answered with equal quiet, readily accepting the much-needed reassurance before he placed a kiss against the heel of your palm. You stayed like that for what felt like hours, simply letting him feel you, letting his heart readjust to being able to love you freely once again when such an act would have caused so much pain six months ago.

“C’mon,” you murmured lowly, smiling softly as he breathed in your scent one more time, before allowing the moment to end. “Kids’ll be getting hungry and I really don’t wanna deal with a hangry Morgana either.” Logan chuckled in response. 

You were so fucking grateful Morgana stayed after your sacrifice. Not only for herself and her own mental recovery but also for those who had come to love her dearly. Logan had told you all the good she did in the two years you’d been gone, she’d been a key player in reminding him not to wallow as much, sharply kicking his ass the way he knew you would when getting out of bed seemed like such a monumental task. They’d been each other’s anchors. Each other’s rocks. Picking the other up when they fell. And when Logan returned with you in his arms, she almost fell to her knees in sobbing disbelief, racing across the hall to envelop you in an embrace that had the air in your lungs fleeing. 

That, and the fact she’d grown extremely attached to a certain German teleporter had her sticking around. 

“Can’t argue with that. Curry it is,” Logan placed a kiss to your forehead, picking up the mug you’d placed down and tucking you against his side as you both left to deposit your belongings in the staff room and make a start on dinner. You didn’t often cook for the older kids, they were content with making or ordering their own meals, but you found immense satisfaction in cooking for the younger ones. Calling them to the dinner table with Ororo in tow, sitting them all down, making sure they ate not only the ‘nice’ parts but the vegetables as well. Most of them were good at eating it all, but there were a few who stubbornly would try to hide broccoli beneath their cutlery. 

Thank fuck for Ororo, because honestly? You didn’t have the heart to make them eat it. 

You were just about to enter the staff room when Logan stopped in his tracks, pulling you closer to him as he sniffed the air, a snarl bubbling from his throat, arm tightening around your shoulders. Cautious adrenaline leaked into your veins as you looked from your partner to the closed door. 

“What?” You asked, placing a hand on the centre of his chest as if you could feel what was going through his head. But your question shouldn’t have been ‘What?’, but rather ‘Who?’.

“Erin.” He ground between clenched teeth, eyes narrowing at the panels of the door as if he could see right through it. Your whole body tensed, eyes blowing wide at his answer. What the fuck was she doing here? “Wha’d’ya wanna do?” His gaze slid from the door to your side profile, watching as you entertained the multiple courses of action. You could turn around, wait until she left and asked what the fuck she was doing later on in the evening, avoid her altogether and continue as if she never existed.

Or…

“Never been afraid of confrontation before…” you raised your chin at the unexpected challenge, a smile pulling at the corner of your lips as Logan pressed a kiss to the side of your head.

“Atta girl.” He murmured into your hair, and you steeled your nerves before pushing the door open and stopping as five pairs of eyes turned in your direction. Most of them you knew well, saw them every day. But there were two you hadn’t seen in a very long time. 

Atlas gasped your name, mouth agape in disbelief, his eyes welling up as you clenched your jaw. It wasn’t that you had a problem with him, specifically. After all, he’d practically brought Morgo back from the dead. It was the way he’d forgiven Erin for what she did. Not only that but found a way to love enough to ask her to marry him. The way she’d been allowed to get a happy ending whilst you and Logan had been forced to separate for two fucking years, neither of you knowing if you’d ever see the other again. 

Logan placed a steadying hand against your waist, and you could almost feel the waves of anger emanating from his body. His protective streak had only increased since getting you back. In unison, you both turned to look at Erin, who’d been staring at you in complete and utter astonishment that you were standing before her. Alive. Your eyes flickered down to the gnarled scar on her neck, and you couldn’t help the twisted satisfaction in your gut that she would forever have a reminder of what she did. 

The room was thick with unbearable tension, everyone waiting for someone else to be the first one to say something. You reserved the right to keep your silence, even if it meant you didn’t say anything for however long this situation was going to last. But, predictably, Charles cleared his throat, wheeling forward as Morgana stepped out of the way and closer to you, casting you a glance that you could only interpret as ‘the nerve of this bitch’. 

“I believe we should leave these four to catch up. Ororo, Logan, outside please.” 

“You’re crazy if you think I’m goin’ anywhere,” Logan growled, tightening his hand against your waist, his thumb swiping soothingly against your shirt. 

“I’m not gonna do anything… I just wanted to talk. To see if it was real.” Erin offered weakly, and Logan almost lunged for her throat for the crime of merely opening her mouth. But you settled a hand atop his on your waist, 

“‘S’okay. She’s harmless to me now,” venomous threat laced your tone as you pulled both light and shadow toward you as if to emphasise your point, allowing the molecules of each to fuse to your shoulder blades, two juxtaposing wings flaring from your back. One of glittering shadow, the other of glowing light. 

Logan’s chest flared with pride when Erin took a slight step back, fear dancing in her traitor’s eyes as she slowly put the pieces together of just how much stronger you were now, and how that had come to be. Morgana grinned with complete unrestraint at you, unafraid to show how delicious she was finding your lack of fucks to give now. 

“Okay,” he cupped your jaw, tilting your head to look at him before he descended on you, capturing your lips in a searing display of passion. You knew why. You knew it was a fuck you to Erin, a demonstration of what she almost took from the both of you and a message to say, despite everything, you’d made it through. “I’ll be outside, yeah?”

You nodded, breathing a long, grateful sigh against the lower half of his face, before turning to deliberately look at both Erin and Atlas. Logan sent them one final, knife-edge glare before turning to follow Charles out the door. Ororo placed a hand on your shoulder as she passed you, sending you a concerned look.

“You going to be okay?” She asked, loud enough for the two to hear her. You wondered if they’d all had a meeting about this, about how they would behave if Erin ever showed up again after you returned. You sent her a grateful smile in response, nodding with the surety you genuinely felt. 

“I’ll be fine. Like I said, she’s harmless now. I’m not the one suffering with the guilt of what I’ve done.” You shrugged, looking over her shoulder to see Erin’s expression falter slightly, her eyes meeting the floor. Ororo clamped her lips to stop herself from smiling, squeezing your shoulder briefly before heading out, shutting the door behind her. 

You’d lived through your fair share of awkward silences before, but nothing even came close to his. You could almost taste the unspoken words. 

“You’re looking well,” Atlas was the first to speak, attempting to break the thick ice with the verbal equivalent of a toothpick. “Both of you are–”

“Cut the shit, Atlas,” Morgana interjected with venom lacing her tone, eyes hard and lips taut. You blinked in surprise, before remembering that you weren’t the only one who suffered at the hands of Erin. Though they’d seen each other since, Logan had told you just how frosty Morgo was toward the girl, never truly forgiving her for what she did. “Why’re you here? I’m assuming it’s not for wedding gifts.”

Your eyes fell to the matching bands around their fingers, a kernel of spite curling in your gut. How fucking dare she have the audacity to get fucking married. To live a happy life whilst you were readjusting to being alive again. 

“No… Erin just wanted to–”

“Did Erin lose the ability to talk after my brother slit her treacherous throat?” You asked with a disgusting amount of faux sweetness in your tone. Atlas visibly bristled, and Erin narrowed her eyes to you.

“Obviously not, since you just heard me speak.” She spat back.

“Point still stands.” Morgo set her hand on her hip, jutting out her chin in challenge. The room fell silent again, charged tension humming in the space between you. Would this end in a fight? You honestly wouldn’t be mad. You’d been itching to beat the shit out of her ever since you returned. 

But the fight fell from the green-haired girl’s eyes, her shoulder slumping, a hand braced against the side of her temple. “I wanted to say I’m sorry. Nothing excuses what I did, but you gotta understand, there wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do to get Atlas back.” She linked her fingers through her husband’s.

“Yeah? I hope that helps you sleep at night. We done?” You asked, not bothering to wait for a response before turning to head back out the door, already sick of this conversation. You weren’t about to give her the closure she needed. The villainous bitch didn’t deserve it. 

“What if it was Logan?”

You stopped in your tracks, eyes blowing wide as if you’d just been struck by lightning. 

“What did you say…?” your tone lowered dangerously, deadly clipped notes exaggerating your words. 

“What if Kreva had Logan? What would you have done?”

You whipped back, stalking toward her, every step measured. “I would have trusted my fucking team. My friends. I would have put my faith in them and worked together to get him back.”

Erin scoffed a harsh laugh. “That’s bullshit and you know it. Hell, you were ready to storm in there alone because Kreva had Rowan, so don’t stand there and tell me you wouldn’t have broken the world to get him back.” 

You were at a loss for words. Because she was right. Fuck, she was right. You don’t know what you would have done if Kreva had Logan rather than Rowan, but you sure as shit wouldn’t have waited around for two weeks planning meticulously. 

“That’s not fair, Erin–” Morgana started uncertainly, but Erin cut her off. 

“How? How isn’t that fair? Oh, it’s unforgivable when I do whatever I have to to get the man I love back but all of a sudden it’s a-okay for Miss Martyr over here to do it? How’s that fair?”

Your jaw tensed, expression steeling to dismissal as you squared your shoulders. “You live with the weight of what you did, Erin. We all know how guilt can eat us alive but honestly? You live with its teeth sunk into your neck.” You glanced down pointedly to the scar across her throat, before turning your gaze to Morgana. “We’re done here.”

Morgana nodded as you turned to leave, but a tight grasp around your wrist stopped you. 

“You don’t understand, I was so afraid of losing him… you don’t get it.”

You mimicked her sharp bark from earlier, raising a knife-like brow. 

“I don’t get it? Me? Of course I get it, Erin. But there’s a difference,” you yanked your hand back from her grip. “I wouldn’t be here begging for forgiveness. I wouldn’t be invading the lives of the people I betrayed looking for some pathetic form of closure. I have my closure. Good luck finding yours.” And with that, you stalked from the room, past an obviously eavesdropping Ororo who immediately shifted to look like she was inspecting the backs of her nails. You didn’t mind, though. Because honestly? You were pretty proud of how you handled yourself in there. But there was one thing replaying in your mind as you marched directionless through the halls, not even noticing Logan calling your name from the lounge as you made your way outside. 

‘What if it was Logan?’

“Leave her,” Charles placed a hand on Logan’s forearm as he made to follow you, pausing only to give the Professor an incredulous look. He nodded in emphasis. “Let her reflect. Whether she thinks she needs to or not, some things said in that room need to be considered.”

Logan sighed. He’d deliberately moved away from the door, rolling his eyes at Ororo who mentioned she was dying to hear you dress the bitch down. But he couldn’t let himself impose on your privacy like that. If you wanted to tell him, that was fine, and he’d listen diligently. If you didn’t, that was fine too, and he’d serve as a distraction from whatever the hell just happened. Of course, he had a preference, but he wasn’t about to tell you that.

It was dark by the time you returned, and Logan had already rearranged the plates on the table four times out of sheer lack of knowing what to do. He had to fight tooth and nail to save you some dinner, batting away the hands of both students and teachers alike, sending glares to anyone who dared approach the bubbling pot. He’d kept the bolognese at a steady heat, hoping to shit it wouldn’t be horrendously overcooked by the time you came back. 

And though he was certain the meat would be hard as leather by now, the concern fled his mind when you trudged back through the front doors, sighing heavily. His heart cracked at how exhausted you sounded, worry eating away at his chest. His brows pinched when you entered the kitchen, looking as if you’d just fought several wars. On instinct he crossed the floor, wrapping you in his arms and guiding your head into his neck.

It was your favourite place on Earth. 

“You okay…?” He asked hesitantly, and you breathed deeply against his collar. 

“Yeah… no. I don’t know,” you answered, an unnatural quiet hushing your words. Warm hands cupped either side of your neck as he brought you to look up at him, his thumbs smoothing either side of your jaw. “It was weird. Seeing her again. Didn’t really know how it would go but it went about as well as I thought it would.” You shrugged, your hands busying themselves with the buttons on his shirt, fiddling with them to serve as a grounding point. 

“Wanna talk about it?” He tilted his head to the side, palms sliding up to brace the sides of your face, the pads of his thumbs now gliding across your cheekbones, caressing the deep purple space beneath your eyes. 

Your teeth pulled at the skin of your lower lip in contemplation, and he immediately smoothed over the hurt. “I just– she asked what I would have done if our roles had been reversed,” you began, and Logan raised a brow, silently asking you to elaborate. “If Kreva had you, and not Atlas. She asked what I would have done if I were in her shoes… I don’t know, just kinda made me think that we’re not so different after all, she and I,” You fell silent, your mind still stuck on the conversation from earlier. Taking the last few hours to contemplate your answer, you still didn’t have one. You were ready to forsake the team and go after Rowan alone if you had to. What would you sacrifice for Logan? “I was so ready to hate her for the rest of my life. So ready to condemn her for what she did, withhold closure and forgiveness but… she has a point. Annoyingly.” 

Logan tilted his head, his eyes dancing with empathy. He knew exactly what you were going through because it was only thanks to Jean’s reasoning he didn’t come after you alone two years ago. And if he didn’t have the team behind him, who knows what kind of sick, twisted things he’d have done? And now you were struggling not only with the guilt of hating someone for doing something you yourself were capable of doing but also with the heavy realisation that you would do that kind of thing. 

“Just scared me, I guess…” you shrugged again, delicate hands gently holding either of his wrists as you gave up on grounding yourself with the buttons on his shirt and used his pulse points instead, your thumbs smoothing over the tendons. 

“I get it. Ya know I do. But realisin’ you’re capable of doin’ somethin’ like that doesn’t make you the monster,” he slid his hands from your jaw down to the backs of your thighs, lifting you effortlessly from the ground and placing you on the table, standing between your parted legs. “We had a plan. A plan that, if given half the chance, probably would have worked. Erin chose to sacrifice that chance despite knowin’ everythin’ Kreva had done. 

But you? You’re smart, sweetheart. Sure, you probably would have beat the shit outta Scott a few times, but you woulda known it was your best chance. You did know,” his hands found your jaw once again, angling your face back up to meet his eyes. “Just cuz you’re capable of it, doesn’t mean you’d do it. I’m capable of dismembering innocents if it meant I’d get you back, doesn’t mean I’d do it. Though I’d think real hard about it.” Your features scrunched as you fought to fight back the burning tears in your eyes, lips pursing, brows furrowing, you choked back the feeling of being both seen and accepted. 

“Okay…” you whispered, nodding a little before fully leaning into his touch as he planted a kiss to the centre of your brow and tucking you safely into the hollow of his throat, his arms slowly wrapping around your shoulders, his fingers winding through your hair. 

“Erin chose to act. You chose to trust. Not gonna pretend there ain’t similarities between you, but the differences are greater,” he murmured, the side of his cheek resting against the top of your head. Incrementally, you allowed yourself to feel his comfort, to wrap your arms around the side of his ribs and let yourself feel supported by him. “Although I’m not gonna stand here and say the idea of you tearing the world apart f’me ain’t somethin’ I’d say no to watchin’.”

You snorted a teary laugh, and the tight chains of concern dropped away from his heart with each slight, amused shake of your shoulders. Pulling back from his embrace a fraction, you exhaled your self-hatred and guilt, feeling a weight lift from your shoulders. Logan looked down at you with nothing but sheer, crushing adoration, and you leaned up to press a soft kiss to his lips, finding yourself savouring the familiar scratch of his scruff against your cheek and chin. 

“Thank you.” While it was only a peaceful breath of gratitude, Logan saw the weight behind it in your mismatched eyes, felt the depth of feeling in his very soul. 

“Anytime, Firefly,” he smiled softly before the irritated rumble of your stomach tore the blanket of reverie over the two of you. “Hungry?” He asked with the slightest smirk, and you grinned back. 

“Starved, never got round to that curry. What did the kids eat?” A fresh wave of concern donned your features, and Logan couldn’t help but fantasise for the briefest moment that you weren’t talking about the students. But your kids. His kids. 

A family. 

“Made a bolognese. Can’t balance the flavours of a curry like you can and didn’t wanna subject them to somethin’ that might be way too spicy. Or not spicy enough. Or just tasted of cardamom pods.” He watched that brief picture of concern wash away from your face, replaced by small snickers. 

“Can’t argue with that. And you do make a mean bolognese.”

“Learnt from the best.” 

“Damn right, you did.”

Logan took a small step back so you could hop down from the table, finding himself lost in the satisfied craving for domesticity he’d found with you. His eyes followed you as you went to pull out a plate from the cupboard, taking a pair of metal tongs to serve yourself a hearty portion of slightly cold spaghetti and grossly overcooked bolognese. A realisation hit him like one of your punches. He was a damn idiot for not asking you before this. 

“Marry me.”

You froze, eyes flying wide as you all but dropped your dinner to the floor, bracing a hand on the counter to steady yourself. Setting the plate down, you slowly turned to face him, those same tears from before returning to your eyes, only for a completely new reason. 

“What…?” you whispered, and Logan took a breath.

“Marry me.” He repeated with that same matter-of-fact tone he’d used so long ago, it was achingly similar to when he’d told you to teach with him. “I don’t have a ring or anythin’ yet, wasn’t really plannin’ on askin’ you in the kitchen but–”

“Yes.”

Logan blinked. If he was being honest with himself, he hadn’t exactly thought much other than asking you. Or, telling you, he supposed. “What?”

“Yes. I’ll marry you. I said I wasn’t mad about it when you basically proposed two years ago. Ya think I would have changed my mind between then and now? Of course I’ll marry you.” You laughed, your smile unrestrained as he strode across the floor, crushing you in a tight embrace, his mouth instantly seeking yours, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, his heart singing for you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, a sudden and intense fervour enrapturing your soul. 

You could have whined when he pulled back, the loss of contact causing you near physical pain, but you pushed through it to see those very same tears in your eyes reflected in his own. It didn’t feel real. After everything you’d been through together, the fear, the agony, the grief. 

None of this felt real. 

“I love you, ya know that?” He murmured against your lips, and you elicited a soft laugh.

“I bloody well hope so, we’re getting married.”

Holy fuck… 

You were getting married. 

“Though…” You continued, a glint of mischief sparkling in your eye. “On one condition…” Logan raised a brow, once again silently asking you to elaborate. “We change the vows. From ‘Til death do us part’ to ‘Til one of us keels over’. 

He huffed a laugh of pure fondness, still reeling from the fact he’d finally had the opportunity to ask you what he should have asked you years ago.

“Til one of us keels over.”

[vi-x3n]

His Sunflower

Kenji Sato x reader

By: cxdename_angel

You are very known for following your big brother's footsteps claiming the title as "Little Giant" by your teammates (due to your small height in the team) but your classmates your fans in and out the school calls you "Sunflower" for being the most cheerful ball of sunshine around. You were very... Very hyper, talented, and a happy-go-lucky on your team.

Studying in Niyama Girls High was like a dream, just like your big brother you pursued to ace and get yourself a scholarship when you approach college.

You live in an apartment complex with your big brother (Shōyō Hinata) in Miyagi prefecture. You two were basically two peas in a pod.

Your life turned brighter when you met a guy who's also a sporty one just like you in different school... Sato Kenji, you found him buying a water from a vending machine that doesn't work. Good thing you were there. Otherwise he'll go start shake and kick the poor vending machine.

"Oh, that one doesn't work. " you spoke out, he looked up at you, realizing he needs to look down. His head tilt in confusion and blinked. "A kid?" He muttered. That made you shriek mentally. BUT IM NOT THAT FUCKING SMALL?!! That made you sulk on the side making him sweatdrop. "I'm a teen for crying out loud! " you said, that made him laugh wholeheartedly and snorts.

"Alright, I'm sorry. " he grins and looked back at the vending machine. That made you stand up and spoke. "The machine doesn't work today, here I think you're thirsty I bought extra water from the store today. " she smiles. That made him perked up, a small teen? Offering him water? That's new. He gently takes it from your hand and smiles charmingly. "Thank you-? " his purple void eyes stared at her bright and lively ones. "[Last name], [Your name].." She smiles at him, her eyes gazing at him the soft ambience of the train station and people minding their own business is like straight out from a shojo manga.

"And you?" You asked waiting for his answer.

"Sato, Kenji."

After that encounter, you and Kenji had been seeing a lot (as friends bc I don't go that too much fast) in the train station after school, you found out he's playing baseball at his school, and you told him about yours.

It made your relationship (as friends) grew, as you frequently hangout more often when you're free or he's free.

He calls you "sunflower." His and only Sunflower. He isn't fond of other people calling her sunflower. He only is excempted to call you that.

Kenji sees you as the most interesting girl he laid his eyes upon. He is used to girls (and boys) in his school liking him, he is usually bombarded with love letters and such everytime, his mates even tease him about it.

He rejected them all, one by one. But when it comes to you he feels like he wants her not just friends or acquaintances, but also something more than that. He saw how their friendship grow. Kenji appreciates her coming to his games at his school. His teammates would even call how lucky Kenji to finally have a "girl" friend, that's why he shows his skills him and just for him only.

As his way of supporting her, he goes to her school just to watch her play with her teammates. (He even let some of his friends invite to watch and rot for you.)

He saw how efficient, agile, and fast you are in the court, you were good at jumping high above the net (even for a small height) the way your eyes glimmered as blood pumps rushing through your veins, as every spike, block, serve, and save you do to earn your team's points, as well your cheery and fiery spirit on court.

It set his heart ablaze just watching you how good and passionate you are in court.

You are beautiful, a huge ball of sunshine, his sunflower.

At that moment he knew he developed his feelings towards you, every bond, every memories you both shared.

At that moment you found yourself staring down at a letter in your hands, its just a pure white paper with somewhat messy writing.

最初に出会った駅の近くに来てください。

(Come over by the train station where we first met.)

-Ken-Ken.

Your eyes widen in anticipation and quickly bolted out the school still in your jersey with your mates calling out for you that you ignored. Probably going to invite your for meat buns treat from one of them yet you don't want to waste time.

What if it's just a misunderstanding? What if it isn't really for her? She doesn't wanna assume and get her hopes high enough. Is this really what she think this is?

That made her quickly ran, getting yourself a ticket, and looking around to find where Kenji is.

Meanwhile at the side Kenji saw her, he saw how her eyes quickly scan and looked for him around finding his presence. Its cute and very amusing, it made him laugh a breathy laugh.

He went over and spoke softly. "Looking for someone? Sunflower? " he smugly grins ruffling her hair only to get a playful glare from [Your name].

"Haha very funny Sato-san. " she grumbled. And fished something from her pocket. "I found this.. By my locker. " she said.

Kenji stared at it for a minute til his smile faltered to a serious one and sighed sharply.

"Listen to me [Your name]-chan. Because I'm only going to say this once.."

"I lo-"

His voice got suddenly muffled out by the noisy train station, making it for you hard to register what he said, it filled you amusement and curiosity but also anticipation.

"You- what?" You asked.

"Fuck it. "

Knowing you didn't heard him, he leaned down placing his soft lips to yours.

You got kissed by him...

He kissed his sunflower...

Sorry for the poorly written and grammatical errors, it was rushed lmao it's also my first time making this shit.

[princessmanamia]

(The following is age regression related, if you dont like it dont read it, please and thank you!)

Caregiver Billy x Agere Fem Reader

(Post star court billy)

A super long, Hella fluffy, drable

TW: cursing and uh idk cigarettes (i mean its billy hargrove)

(I DO NOT CONSIDER MYSELF A GOOD WRITER SO SORRY IN ADVANCE FOR THE LONG ASS DRABLE)

✨sleep tight little bunny✨

You feel like You’ve hardly slept in the last 3 days. The nightmares were back again, To be fair the coming of cooler weather brought the fear that the residents of the upside down might return. It had been several months since the star court incident. Although Life for the most part was..well….normal again? The group had now gained a new member, Billy, which…definitely took some getting used to.

Needless to say the near death experience and learning about the horrors of the “upside down” changed him. Billy was no longer a complete ass to steve or max, hes still a bit cold and stand offish but nowhere near the levels from before. With Billy now in the group that ment one more classmate got to learn about your…um quirky tendencies? Well thats how you’d like to put it to others who dont know, but to the group of teens you hang out with…they know it’s a coping mechanism. Steve, Robin and dustin deal with your age regression the most, although the entire group of kids know and occasionally set up “little days” just being carefree.

Billy however is still a bit confused by all this. it’s definitely weird, not as weird as being attacked and nearly killed by a giant monsters, and being around a girl with superpowers but still odd and new? His summer experience had completely changed him, the old billy would have made your life a living hell. Hes tried to be sweet and brotherly, believe me it peaks through, but he also knows you tend to hide your “little side” if hes around (Steve and a couple of kids let him in on that part). Hell he used to be a bully, he gets it, the fear was still there….though He’d be lying if he wasn’t curious as to why group was so fond of “little” you

But here we are…..

Somehow you found yourself being picked up by none other than billy hargrove.?? Uh what?

All you wanted was some fresh air.

You were just sitting on your front porch steps, head down in a sleepless daze with your leg bouncing from being just overall tired and jittery. When a familiar car stops out front.

“Hey!! You seen Harrington?” You slowly looked up and shook your head.

“nope sorry hes still at work”

“Damn it”

“hes not off work for a couple hrs, what do you need?”

“Nothing…it’s personal, you ok? You look like hell.”

“Oh fuck you, it’s also personal” you groan and rub your temples looking up at the grey clouds that gathered above.

“Uhhuh, ya sure about that?”

“Look im ok I just haven’t slept much in a couple days.” You didnt even bother looking back down but You could tell Billy’s blue eyes were just staring you down, and after a few moments you heard his car door open. “Get in” Billy had leaned over to open the passenger door. You didn’t want to go with him, but you didn’t want to feel like a sitting duck in your own home either so you groaned, made your way over and plopped down on the seat. It was pointless to argue with him, so you sank into back of the car seat and looked over, “uh ..so whats the plan here exactly?” “Gonna kill two birds with one stone” he mumbled as he took off in the direction of Steve’s place. “Umm ok? And why do I have to go along?”

“You get to nap at Harrington’s place and i get grab the stuff he borrowed from me.”

You looked out the window and chuckled “damn is it that obvious? Do i look that bad?” You tried to sound sarcastic.

Billy glanced down, noticing that you were back to anxiously bouncing your leg again Unfortunately yeah” you felt a hand press down on your knee causing you to jump as u gave billy a panicked look. He raised his hand to back off and huffed “easy with the leg thing, it shakes the whole car, and yeah i know you tend to sneak off to his place to nap anyway..” his brows where knit with concern “you sure your good..? Look i can stop and get you something or..” “no im ok” you cut him off and turned your gaze back to the window.

The curly haired blonde took a deep breath and drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, trying not to get angry with your short attitude. He bit his lip for a moment thinking of something to say to bring you back to your normal self. You definitely have seemed off for about a week now, and dustin had mentioned something of importance a few days before? But what exactly was it? Was it maybe needing a regression day?

“Y/n…doll, when was the last time you, ya know..?”

He shifted in his seat following a short pause

“Uhh? U wanna finish that thought or what?” You glanced back, looking irritated and exhausted.

He took a deep breath and softened his tone “when was the last time you were small?”

The car fell silent and You simply shrugged and mumbled. “Hell idk few weeks maybe? Why exactly does that matter to you?”

He knew where this was heading, the inevitable “push back”. But he still wanted to give it a shot since both main caregivers would be at work for several more hrs and you clearly needed some TLC.

He pulled into Steve’s driveway and killed the engine. Billy tried to keep his tone nonchalant to avoid making it feel weird and looked at you from the rear view mirror “i mean i dunno ..Just seems like you might need it?”

“I dont need shit from you” you mumble, as you got out and slammed the passenger door. Yep just as expected. Hargrove bit his lip again and stepped out behind you, as you grabbed the spare key the family kept hidden and stepped inside, practically collapsing face down on the familiar couch in the living room.

‘This is gonna suck’, billy thought.

Steve had already given him a heads up that gaining your trust wouldn’t be easy. It required a-lot of compassion and understanding, but Billy was determined to try. Plus It kinda got under his skin that even Nancy and Johnathan had talked about baby sitting moments. What exactly was it about all this that you have everyone wrapped around your finger?? How hard could it be? He’s taken care of some kids before.

Billy slipped upstairs to search for two things, 1. The cassette tapes he lent to Steve and 2. The baby bag. Steve had mentioned beforehand Having an essentials bag stashed away if anyone ever needed it, although the dumbass never actually told him WHERE it was though. Of course the idiot had it buried in the back of his closet. He pulled it out and went digging through everything the bag included:

☑️A blanket

☑️A couple over sized shirts, and pjs

☑️coloring books and crayons

☑️Baby lotion, powder and wiped

☑️A couple pacifiers

☑️A stuffed bunny

☑️A mix of baby bottles, sippy cups and cups with straws

☑️And a couple pullups

Billy did a bit of a double take of its contents, somewhat confused (and amused). He sat there for moment contemplating how to go about this, pushing his hair back and pacing for a moment before slinging the bag over his shoulder and going back downstairs for a cigarette. He looked over at Y/n still sprawled out face down on the couch. “You still alive little bunny?”

“Omg just leave me alone” you groaned. Billy sighed, “sorry doll but you’re stuck with me until steve gets off work” he called out from the kitchen and stepped outside to get quick smoke break in. Lightning the cigarette, and only taking a few puffs and pulled a few things from the bag, unsure of what you might actually need.

Blanket? Yes always

Stuffed animal? Yup

Sippy cups? Maybe?

Pacifiers? …Ive seen her nap with them in, but she probably wont take it willingly, but sure.. cant hurt.

He slid one into his pocket and somewhat anxiously took a couple of long drags on his cigarette before putting the rest out and slipping back inside. Doing his best to be as quiet as possible.

He took a deep breath and walked over to the living room, gently placing the bag on the floor and sat down crisscrossed in front of you. It was barely audible but he knew he could hear sniffling, he sighed again And reached out rubbing your head for a few moments. “Hey you need to try to sleep, look im gonna stay with you till steve gets home”

You didnt even bother look up, but shook your head.

“Billy im fine, just go home…please?”

He tried placing his hand under your chin in an attempt to get your attention. “Y/n, look at me?” His voice was soft but stern. You still refuse, trying to bury your face back. Anything to avoid eye contact.

Billy placed both hands around your cheeks, resulting in a whimper that almost made his heart drop. Your eyes still refusing to open, but a damp face and tear stains dont lie. He ran his thumbs along your cheeks trying to wipe away the new tears that were forming. “i know im the LAST person you want to deal with right now, but i also know you NEED this, im not judging you, i will never judge you for this. Do you understand?”You continued to fight his hold on your face, but the resistance was all for not. He was intent on getting through to you, in one way or another. “Y/n its fine” You took a deep breath Finally meeting his gaze, tearful (🩵💙💚🤎 colored eyes-)stared back. You whimpered again as a few more tears welled up. Again billy wiped them away and inhaled deeply, almost testing the water, he softened his tone “babe listen, im watching after you until your daddy gets home, but you HAVE to let me in ok?” Whimpering, again you shook your head trying to shake off billy’s hands, you could just feel the heat rising to your face. This felt like a cruel prank, billy would never!

“im not doing this today!!” You cried. With soft sobs making your breathing ragged

“Yes you are sweetheart, you’re exhausted and you need it now please just come here.”

He Finally let go of your face. While still sitting on the floor he opened up the bag next to him pulling out a few items. “Please little bunny, just let me help you get to sleep, look we’ve got some comfy clothes, your blanket, and i can grab you something to eat or drink while you change ok? Sound good?” His voice went from stern to pleading.

In horror You glanced at everything in the bag, damn it, thats why he brought me here!!!

“Jesus christ Billy you went through all my stuff?!” You shoved your face back into the couch pillows, as more hot, angry tears welled up, you just wanted to curl up and die.

Completely humiliated that all of your little stuff was sitting right in front of both of you. Billy stared you down for a few moments before pressing his forehead against yours “nuh-uh, enough, right now your under my care, so NONE of that, now go get changed,” he got up in huff and walked back towards the kitchen “and while youre at it, pick out a cup, im making sure you get a snack before your nap!”

“Ya Grouchy little shit” he mumbled the last part under his breath

In a daze and still softly crying You sat up. This couldn’t be happening right?

The former school bully actually trying to play babysitter right now?? And what was with his tone? What kind of fever dream was this? Hes never been this…gentle???

But damn it if he wasnt right.

You needed little time.

LIKR FUCK Wrong place wrong time,

….but You gave in.

Hesitantly you pulled up the duffle bag your momma and daddy kept hidden and dug out one of the oversized shirts, a soft pair of pj pants as well as one of the brightly colored sippy cups with a straw. You pushed yourself up off the couch and paused for a moment, nervously glancing at billy, whose back was now turned towards you and placed the cup on the counter before going to the bathroom to change. ‘For the love of god Steve better get back asap’

Billy scrounged around steve’s kitchen trying to find something simple to make. Finally settling on a pb & j (sweet boy has no cooking skills, bless him). He looked over at the cup you’d set on the counter and grinned pressing his tongue to his cheek, of course you picked one with a straw. Although he would have been happy to try to give you a bottle. Maybe a bit embarrassing for both of you but he’d do it. Billy thought as he filled cup with apple juice from the fridge.

Oh shit, i should probably turn on the tv too while im at it.

Going back to the living room he laid a blanket on and the floor in front of the tv and switched it on. He flipped through a few channels leaving it on some kids show (insert any old 80’s kids show) He looked around somewhat proud of his baby sitting skills and grabbed the plate and sippy cup gently setting it on the floor. A few minutes later you shyly peeked around the corner still trying to wipe away some tears.

Hargrove tried his best to sound sincere “hey kiddo, made you a p&j and got some juice, that sound good?” You wouldn’t meet his gaze, but just shrugged, your face felt hot and more tears threatened to fall. Just feeling ashamed and utterly embarrassed.

“Ok Angel c’mere” the pretty blonde made his way over to you and scooped you up causing you to squeak in surprise.

He chuckled and sat you down on his lap a few feet away from the tv. He could feel how shaky you were.

“Can u at least try to eat for me? Its not like it’s poisoned” He picked up the plate and set it on your lap.

You just looked at it for a moment. Seemingly dazed, then shook your head, you could feel billy exhale in frustration or maybe it was concern but he tried again. “Kay, how about i take half and you take the other?”

You didnt say anything but simply took the half closest to you and tried your best to munch on it. Billy on the other hand quickly downed his half and tried to think of some way to get you a bit more calm. He was more used to doing …umm things a bit more adult rated?? so in a slight panic his best effort was to comb his fingers through your hair. Surely that would be ok, Girls like that stuff right?? If that didn’t work maybe rocking would help??

He lucked out, it didnt take but a few minutes before he could feel you press the back of your head against his hands. he grinned, “ooh? You like head scratches huh?” He cooed

There was a soft whine in response, as he kept going, and he could feel slowly you sink against him. He bit his lip and tried not to smile this normally wasnt his thing, but you’re oddly adorable in this state.

“Ok cutie, ya feelin any better?” He murmured while still running a hand down the back of your head.

You shrugged and grabbed the sippy cup sitting next you, and billy took the opportunity to move the plate off your lap when he felt something his hand. More tears? Had you really been silently crying this whole time?

He looked down, your eyes were still red, and tears were silhouetted in the light of the tv. He took the sleeve of his shirt and tried wiping your face, which only resulted in a soft whimper and you stubbornly trying to turn your head away. It was all billy could do to keep from laughing. You really were being an overly tired toddler trying to fight sleep huh? “Sweetheart” he cooed “im just trying to clean your face, can you sit still for bubby?” With eyes clamped shut and Still whimpering you try your best to comply. He did his best to dry your face, but your eyes and cheeks looked still looked so red. He looked at you for a moment, sighed and reached over. Grabbing the duffle bag still sitting on the floor he pulled out a stuffed rabbit and a blanket. Billy practically threw the blanket over his shoulder and picked you up with the bunny still in the other. “Alright cotton tail, plan B, i know ive seen your daddy do this a few times” he gently toted you over to the recliner in the corner of the room. Sitting you both down.

You didnt even fight him at this point, only more soft whimpers of protest remained as you pressed your face into his neck. He wrapped the blanket over your shoulders and offered you the stuffed bunny tucking it under your arm. Billy tried softly rocking the both of you, he had seen Steve do this on 2 occasions, (not that you would know though since you had already been KO’d for awhile and He’d be lying if he ever said he wasnt jealous of steve for it either.)

Your eyes were tired but they still refused to shut, and you softly whined again as You turned your gaze back to the tv.

Even in this state with Soft whimpering And sniffles it was all he could do to not smile. Billy rested his chin on your head and tried shushing you while rubbing your back. How are you still fighting sleep? The soft smell of baby powder wafting from your blanket would probably be enough to lull even him to sleep on a normal day. Surely its comforting scent should be doing the same for you? Wait, Billy mentally slapped himself, duh he did put a pacifier in his pocket earlier. He gently shifted you to one side and he tried to fish it out of his pocket. “Shhhhh sweetheart, here would this help?” He opened up his hand to let you take it. You feebly took it but instead of putting it in your mouth you played with it between your fingers. “Too shy? Go figure” billy thought to himself.

He took it from your fidgety hands “no baby, open up” there wasn’t even a sound of protest you simply opened your mouth just big enough for him to pop it in. “Oh good girl” he whispered and kissed your forehead, causing you to press your face back against him.

Billy chuckled and shifted you again so you were lying completely against his chest before going back to lazily rocking the both of you.

With both of you now fixated on the tv He watched out of the corner of his eye as the pacifier softly bobbled up and down, following the soft occasional suckling sounds. He grinned and pressed his chin against your head, inhaling the scent from your blanket that was still draped over your shoulders. This was blissful. He’d admit it, he could now understand how you had Harrington wrapped around your fingers.

As far as billy was concerned The horrors of Hawkins could fuck right off. At the moment the teen would do anything to make this last. He’d fight off anything if it ment you’d still be in his arms.

He closed his eyes for a bit but continued rocking you. He could tell your breathing had slowed,though there was still the occasional sniffling, but at least the pacifier has stopped the whining. “Shhhh little bunny, you need to sleep” he murmured and combed a strand of hair over your ear, gently stroking your cheek. Glancing back down at down at you with one eye open it looks like you finally may have crashed. Eyes closed, still softly suckling on the paci.

Fuuuck that’s adorable. Billy thought as he continued rocking. A few minutes passed until he was certain you were asleep. He finally decided it was safe enough to recline the chair back so both of you could get a nap in before steve got home.

——— later on————

Steves pov

“Oh no, no no no, what the fuck is HARGROVES car doing in my driveway??

Jesus Christ not again!!” He groaned as he pulled up to curb in front of his home.

He got out slamming the car door and mumbled under his breath the whole way to his front doorsteps.

“We talked about boundaries, but noooo of course none of that got into his thick skull” he muttered loudly as he opened the door. He was immediately met with loud shushing which caused him to jump.

“WHAT IN THE HE..”

“SHHHH!!”

He snapped his head towards the direction of noise only to see none other than billy hargrove with a finger to his lips and the other hand over your head.

Steve blinked in confusion then lowered his tone as he went into the living room “what happened!??” He whispered.

“Long story, but i took care of it” billy grinned sleepily. “Shes been out for about an hour n’ a half, but do you think you can take her, i gotta take a leak?”

Steve laughed as he carefully pried you off billy’s chest careful not to wake you.

There was a soft whine but you must have known it was steve since you buried your face in his neck and hummed “baba” in relief.

“Hi baby, daddy’s home” steve cooed

“And thank god cuz bubby has to pee”

billy chimed in as he finally got up off the recliner and booked it down the hall. Steve decided the best thing to do was get you upstairs and in bed before he questioned billy further.

He made his way up the stairs and into his bedroom, trying as gently as he could to lay you back down without (completely) waking you.

You let out a soft whine of protest before you were hushed again by a pacifier and the soft worn covers of your daddy’s bed caressing your body.

“Shhh baby, daddys here,” steve cooed as he laid down next to you, rubbing your back in hopes that you’ll drift off again.

Moments later there was a soft knock on the door. Steve glanced back to see billy pulling out a carton of cigarettes and mouthing “ill be outside” steve gave him a thumbs up and rolled back to attend to you. He waited until there was soft snoring before he rolled out of bed and crept back downstairs.

Meeting billy out by the backdoor, he crossed his arms. “Ok so what the hell happened exactly?”

Billy took a long drag and exhaled “she was in a mood and I handled it? Also next time it might help if you actually TELL ME where the emergency bag is.”

“Wait u went through my room?!”

“Not the first time Harrington.” He chuckled. “Besides your girl was exhausted and hadn’t been sleeping, so yeah, I stepped in, and handled it just fine”

“She fight you on it?”

“Eh not really,”

“Are u shitting me? She bit me the first couple times!”

“Guess ya wore her down for me, or she just likes me more” he flicked the cigarette butt and smirked at Steve before heading back inside.

“Yeah fat chance” Steve murmured following him.

“Just so you know, if you ever need me to watch her last min, i dont mind” billy said looking back over at the recliner he’d been stuck the last two hrs. Steve grinned following his gaze then glanced around the living room at the various contents of the diaper bag that had been thrown about. “Not that weird anymore huh?” He said crossing his arms

Billy grinned and just shrugged “Never said that..just seeing it differently now thats all”

[amedol]

about AXEL THE TIMID:

he/him + pan

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a shy and frankly, rather pathetic young man. he attends school on Oxford Street, but is hardly ever seen running about since he's always hiding from the next big fish. he lives in a mansion on Danube Street with a single parent. they have been robbed multiple times, since either of them are rarely ever home.

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axel is terrified of almost anything that moves. he's known to be clumsy and meek, and is a crybaby with low pain tolerance. in spite of this, he likes to garden, cook, and take walks and can be most frequently found out and about. he takes on just about any part time job he can get, and has a warped view of money. any part time job. he's smart enough to try and hide his identity when he does the less savory sort of things. he is needy to a degree, but mostly likes to service others and take care or them. when he does finally step out of his shell with abundant coaxing, he may start to seem a little... off.

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though he tries to hide it, axel is an unashamed masochist who will do almost anything for attention. he has disturbingly high sex stats for someone who seems like such a prude... it takes a lot of work to get him out of his shell, but he is deeply affectionate and quite fond of physical touch. he is very clingy and is often seen with hickeys or bruises that he doesn't bother to hide. people tend to assume it's because he's clumsy anyways, which is technically true! his desperate need for attention often clouds his mind and makes him make irrational or poor decisions, but he tries to get along with people who will bail him out / have an escape plan. he only really likes getting bullied when he can at least determine if he's actually safe. he feels a lot of gratification from getting others what they want, which is in part why his love languages are acts of service and gift giving rather than physical touch (not to say that he minds that tho lawl).

☄. *. ⋆

relationships :

Robin - a cherished classmate. axel thinks they're very kind and not much else. he doesn't really think of them romantically, but he does enjoy their company and likes to gift them food or flowers. he does like to take care of them and cheer them up if they're down.

Whitney - he basically follows them around like a puppy. he tries to keep it on the low, since the other attention Whitney brings is usually bad and he doesn't actually like being caught out for his masochistic streak, but he really does like being bullied by them. he's a little bit of a freak about it if im gonna be real like he probably frequently thinks about going down on them

Kylar - he's honestly kind of scared of them? he helped them out since he's known for being nice, and he doesn't like to leave other people alone, but feeling eyes on his back makes him jumpy. he can't really predict kylar and often ends up spending time to appease him and his budding obsession. that being said, he does like the attention. he'd just rather sleep with both eyes closed

Sydney - he really likes them! axel isn't really the type to initiate their corruption, but he might be a little distraught if he did anyways. he likes to talk to them in the library and frequently buys them coffee and snacks. he secretly really really really likes when they write on him at lunch, he's just kind of fascinated with the idea of having something to wear around. if sydney is corrupt, axel both likes them more and wants to be around them less. they're a little too similar, except corrupt sydney brings up all of the traits that axel tries to push down which is a little overwhelming. he does think they're hot though.

Alex - he also likes them! sometimes he drops by to help, but gets the hell out of dodge faaaast. like reaaallly fast. he kind of wishes he could help them out more, because he does like farmwork, but. there's the remy problem.

quick firing a few others :

Bailey - in a perfect world they've never met. axel is probably genuinely scared of them.

Avery - he really likes the attention but they stress him out so much. they remind him of home and his parent's perfectionism in a way that makes him kind of dizzy. hides from their car because he doesn't want to upset them

Charlie - he is too clumsy so he rarely ever goes to the dance studio. thinks they hate him

Sam - pretty neutral. they work at the cafe sometimes. make cash make cash money

Leighton - also stresses him out but for a different reason. he doesn't like to get in trouble at school but getting trouble with Leighton specifically causes him Many Problems for Many Reasons

Sirris - he likes them! mostly because he likes sydney. yeah that's it.

River - his best grade is in housekeeping, so they're pretty chill. he's a good student in general, so he gets along with most of his teachers. sometimes he helps at the soup kitchen even though it makes him feel a little stuffy and awkward

Niki - he thought about going into modeling and then remembered that he has to balance the attention he gets very specifically so he doesn't end up tumbling down the slippery slope of being noticed. though they were kind of cool though sort of.

Remy - genuinely scared shitless by them. he's up for a lot of things because he's definitely mildly addicted to what his attention balancing brings. he's not up for any of that. he is genuinely fragile and they would definitely take advantage of that in a way axel can't really prevent properly.

anyone unlisted axel either doesn't know, doesn't engage with much, or just wouldn't be interesting to talk about!

+ some little scribbles of the guy i did. you can fit a surprising number of problems into this one

[irlkokichiouma]

okay fine im making the fuckass rantaro aspd post because that boy is Not Normal like, just look at some of his sprites and the way he Talks To People like. this is a boy trying very hard to be normal and kind of failing

disclaimers before we go on: 1) "why aspd, why not something else?" because it intrigues me and the idea of a kid with aspd starting to travel to deal with the chronic boredom is very fun and cool to me, it also is thematic with rantaro keeping his distance from others and being just a little bit too fucking calm for the situation. maybe he's one of the pwaspd that doesn't feel fear that often. maybe he's used to blacking out and waking up in odd places. who knows? i like the idea of a kid with aspd being pragmatic and logical except rantaro's idea of pragmaticism absolutely says that keeping everyone alive is the right thing to do because if you can, then why not? i just am very fond of him going against his base instinct in order to deliberately care about other people, even if he's kind of creepy about it sometimes (see: "you have what it takes to win")

disclaimer 2: "wouldnt it be conduct disorder and not aspd since rantaro is under 18?" aspd is easier to type and better reflects his symptoms + i don't respect the dsm

anyway just go w it here its analysis thru the lens of a very sepcific headcanon just vibe w it dont worry. anyway anyway can we talk about how tsumugi exploited his aspd in order to kill him first

like. rantaro explores to deal with his chronic boredom so she gives him the map of the whole academy straight up. he's caged so there's nowhere to go and the scenery becomes mundane and boring super quick. he's alienated from his "classmates" because if any of them found out he's A Sociopath then a target is painted on his back and he might even be suspected of being the mastermind, just bc he has a mental illness people generally dont like. so its in his best interest to keep away from everyone lest he be Found Out, in addition to the stress of being in a killing game

and the thing about aspd and stress is that you Need intrigue. new things help.

and the survivor perk told rantaro that there is very much something he can do that no one else can. something that is new and intriguing- stopping the mastermind all on his own, a scuffle that gets his heart beating. he could end the game himself, no one has to die, it's new an fun and exciting. a gamble worth taking.

a gamble tsumugi knew he would go for.

if kaede didn't do her shotput plan, i bet she would've done something else in its place. rantaro is smart and calculating, ergo he's dangerous to the operation of the killing game. tsumugi knew what he was capable of because of the last killing game. he had to die.

maybe it was because tsumugi was inexperienced as a showrunner and couldn't handle him, so she took him out first. maybe she has a grudge because of something rantaro did during season 52. maybe she was just worried about how smart rantaro seemed and worried that he might be able to end the game early.

so she killed him and (inmypersonalopinion) exploited his mental illness to do it

anyway here, you can chew on this possibility if you want. or don't, im not your boss. aspd rantaro forever 4 me, my beautiful prince with a disorder <3

[savi-of-ithaca]

Figured I should ask, what are some fond or interesting memories you have?

oooh do i get an ask in return each time? how delightful of you

welllllll, i guess i'll go youngest to oldest? in the order of memories that come to me

-> in the third grade i was feeding ponies with my classmates and this one pony mistook me for a blade of grass. bit some flesh off my elbow. ow. my teacher was a little more ruffled than me i think, i was fine after it stopped hurting?? had to get 4 shots though

-> it was my aunt's wedding in finland and i had not yet developed inhibition....i fed everyone fresh GRASS on their plates,,,i was laughed at and discovered embarrassment that day. my aunt's cousin's mother tried to comfort me and we couldn't communicate at all due to the language barrier but i don't think i've laughed so hard ever again. we also picked berries in the forest!! such fun.

-> at the same wedding, i think i cried because i thought my aunt looked just like cinderella in her wedding dress and obviously wanted to stand next to her...but the groom got that honour. much to my dismay. now a version of the wedding photo where im really fucking grumpy exists and is framed on my grandparents' wall 😭

-> disneyland, paris. i thought the mickey mouse actor was actually mickey mouse. skipped the whole line in joy. best moment of my baby life

-> when i was summering with my relatives in delhi, there was this little litter of puppies that lived near one of the stalls in the marketplace with their mother. i'd drag my own mother along to see them every single day and somehow wore her down into letting me get my own little pup!! i love bruno

-> i wanted a pomeranian but my dad told me it was far too small and would get hurt in our house because i am rather clumsy, a trait i get from my mother, but amplified. i hesitantly still asked if they had a pomeranian, but the man had said they had pugs. which he claimed were basically the same thing. (not. but im glad.) so then they drove the first little pug here on a fucking SCOOTER and immediately i was in love. the boy was bald. he had NO HAIR on his head and he was still so happy to be here. immediately took him home. tried to name him crystal, dad said that was a stupid name. my friend had told me NOT to name my dog bruno and...well i saw only one thing to do ajshaushs

-> actually we had two guinea pigs, and before that two lovebirds. we didn't want to keep them caged, the birds, so we let them go, but jojo couldn't fly, i think he'd never learnt to iirc? so we had to return him and it was so heartbreaking. but honey was so happy soaring away

-> once when i was littler i liked collecting the dust chalk made. i'd pretend i was brewing concoctions with a little kitchenset and my mom did NOT like cleanup. she was upset and i couldn't for the life of me understand why so i started hiding chalk powder and stressing when i thought she'd find it 😭😭😭😭

-> i adored sudha murthy. i mean loved. i still have stories i remember and that i will tell anyone that hints just the slightest bit of interest in hearing

-> once, my mom told me not to talk to this girl because she thought she was a bad influence on me. i told that straight to the girl's face....to this day barely grasp why my mom didn't tell me not to tell her. how was i supposed to know???

-> i once danced while hula hooping to waka waka for a traditional indian religious festival *shudders in what were me and my friend thinking*

-> i used to love holi. loved loved loved it!! colour, water, music, friends, too bone deep tired for it now though i think

-> there was this one guy who made me and my ex very uncomfortable with weird comments so we just decided to make him uncomfortable back. ended up slighlty stealing his identity

-> more recent, i love making gifts for people. love it so much, my last gifts have been these neat potion bottle things i could show you if you'd like, photos edited to look like polaroids of favourite moments, coupons for hugs and stuff, my favourite memories come from seeing the looks on their faces as they received them. i live for personalised gifts.

-> in the second grade i wrote a story, i just wrote, no plot or really anything to interest you but my english teacher read it each time and gave me notes on the grammar and always encouraged me, which was a very sweet thing to do for a child. definitely encouraged me to write more

-> i used scribble on used paper, literally scribble lines, because that's how adults' handwriting looked to me. then my mom would pretend to grade it. i really do have good childhood memories if i look hard enough

i spoke way too much but i have so many memories to share and if you really are interested, i could always tell you more, and/or you can ask me any multitude of questions <3

[eimoonie]

Soo... like, Genshin impact crossover Bocchi the rock! crossover Honkai:star rail (hsr) HEHE

For genshin imagine (Modern Au, Band Au)

Xiao x GN!Y/N

(IM SO SORRY i dont remember the person who drew this, i hope the s/o who drew it saw this, come here bbg 🫶🏻)

You've known Xiao for being the quiet kid in high school yet you didn't know that Xiao has another side that he wont show to anyone beside the people he felt comfortable with.

You have a fond in music but you cant play any instruments, eventually you found a underground livehouse called "Starry"

Starry was recommended to you by a friend of yours. Starry wasnt so far from your house, its better to get there with a bike or on feet. You were extremely clueless about the live house. in fact, you didnt wanna be inside a band all you want to do is just get a job. You cant rely on your parents who give you little allowance that why working in a place that also plays music is the place to work at.

You just work as the bartender, and no serving alcohol! That was the rule given by the manager, youre underage to be drinking AND serving alcohol.

The manager informed you that a well-known band will be performing, "aye-aye captain, i will make sure to work hard!" You said to the manager, you dont really take yourself seriously.

The backstage crew was setting up the instruments and testing it while you clean up the remaining glasses that was left by a certain band, you saw a similar young lady that goes by the name of bocchi. She slowly sneak to the table that you had just clean up and searched around it, "are you looking for this?" You pointed out a ticket "Hm, yea, thank you." Bocchi quickly rush out with the ticket.

"~what a seemingly nice girl." "Are you washing up the glasses?" The manager took a glance at you, "yup! I've done everything that was on the list." You said, "good, take a minutes break soon the audience will come in." You nodded and sit back, drinking banana milk that you've snuck away, soon the bell rang and you went to the ticket table and wait as the audience came in, you chop the ticket and let the audiences in."Thank you for coming!" You said as the last audience come in, you sighs as reliefs.

You noticed another pink haired lady, that came in with a camera, the girl is no other then March 7th. your, well-known for photography, best classmate in school , "oh, hey March 7th!" You called her out, "Oh! Hey, whats up Y/N." March 7th points her camera to you and took a shot, you chuckles "Aha! Nothing much, just working here as a bartender." You were cutted off by a certain instrument playing,

The song : Fever (By enhypen) playing, The crowd scream as the band went in, the song playing chills you down as you went in the bar just straight away from the stage, you look at the band playing. You saw someone who was familiar. It was your classmate, Xiao. Xiao's has a better style outside in fact hes still wearing the same black hoodie that he wears to school. You slightly blushed at the look of your quiet classmate, "Oh, Xiao. So secretive as always." Talking about the fact that he is secretly inside a band—The crowd screams as it was Xiao's verse.

You wanted to be noticeable so you raise your hand high enough for Xiao to see, you wave to him.

He saw you and got embarrassed real quick. even if you cant see him, you know he's flustered. You chuckles to yourself, white light flashes multiple times as in people taking pictures, Xiao was already flustered but he didnt messed up a single time.

After the show ended, you went to backstage and visit Xiao with the most smugly face you have, "D-dont look at me like that." Xiao stuttered but he managed to show some confidence.

"I can't look at you now..?"

[mihai-florescu]

Had one of the craziest dreams of recent weeks. Long saga, starting from having to find a living situation in a dystopic feeling world, living with some ex classmates from all schools ive ever been to among others. I miss a specific party, the dream shifts a bit, im in the same universe but part of a military program choosing people. At first focusing on a random lady getting accepted, eventually my life becomes endangered because of my sponsors in this event, until finally the dream shifts again slightly and im a stupid but cute cheese eating mouse a military squad is fond of. Im guessing theres something more about me bcs the dream is about 2 hardened killers trying to hide their real monstrous selves from me. The narrator talks about their relationship to this mouse theyre illogically attached to as the only thing worth remembering their humanity for. I, well not i the mouse, i the viewer, also see them fighting a monster (i think ppl become monsters in this world, i remember the general going through the motions of what he's supposed to say after having cut off parts of this "monster" person bla bla if youre above 21 you get sent to a specific less forgiving place. And the guy who got defeated reveals he's only 18, even though he looked so tough and monstrous. Cue b plot about the general heart and humanity getting appealed to like the other guys (well, a guy and girl) with the mouse. Except that during this fight the other soldiers like to fuck around with the poor mice on the tank/bunker/living quarter, making them do math for cheese. And my mouse loses, it's not very smart... i could see this scene as if it was on tv, i was both the viewer hoping for better and the mouse who said the wrong number: 4. The mouse gets shot. The 2 attached soldiers (well they were a bit higher up) return, particularly the woman notices and is distraught. They bring the mouse back to life, i think with cloning, and start asking questions to make sure it retained the same cutesy endearing qualities. I wake up feeling something is wrong in my room, scared. I thought a cat was under my table, but it was a trick of the light and objects blending in together. I still dont know what was wrong in my room but im so tired

[antspaul]

5, 6, 7, 11, 14, 17

5. what team do you support and why?

gonna go down the list of all the teams/leagues that i have a vague affinity for!

epl: chelsea (obviously). i started following in 22/23. i literally chose a team essentially at random; chelsea got my attention because i liked the liquidator. idk! sports fandom to me has always been random and arbitrary, so it made sense to me to choose a team for arbitrary reasons

wsl: chelsea women (obv)

nwsl: north carolina courage. i wanted to support a team from the american south, and as someone from jacksonville florida i cannot support a team from texas or orlando.

la liga: atlético madrid. from the outside the el clásico rivalry can get pretty sanctimonious in a way that seems pretty disingenuous. and also really boring lmao. that's just me though, and some ppl look at that kind of thing as a positive when deciding who to support! i just don't. also when conor gallagher and julian alvarez transferred they earned my support. i need to properly get into them tho.

serie a: roma bc of @gayferrari who i accidentally got into chelsea. initially also because of mou before he left. also also because their colors are good and dybala is hot

nfl: jacksonville jaguars. support them because im from there. cannot recommend it

f1: merc it seems has chosen me. this became apparent, like, two races from the end of the season. im new! we will see if the support actually crystallizes next season.

6. who's your favourite player currently on your favourite team?

its technically reece james but that feels like.... inaccurate. so cole palmer who im just so fond of. my goat fr

7 answered here!

11. what's a sports moment that lives in your head rent free?

for SURE chelsea-city last season when cole tried to join the city huddle.

dishonorable mention to "blue billion pound bottle jobs" from gary neville, which lives in my head /neg

14. do you have a 'comfort' athlete? why do you like them?

even though he's not currently playing, ian wright <3 i just think he's neat. i like the way that he conducts himself as a pundit/commentator. i think that he tries to be reasonable and understanding, and isn't interested in being overly critical for criticism's sake. i also like that he seems to be one of the only pundits of his cohort who actively keeps up with women's soccer.

17. have you ever met an athlete? who?

not really to my knowledge! i think a classmate's dad had played in the nfl and my old dance teacher was a cheerleader for the jacksonville jaguars. other than that no one of note!

sports asks!

[silenthillmutual]

☕️ How do you feel about horror films in the 2010's? What were some of the best and worst to come out of that decade in your opinion?

oh hmmmmm let's look at what i've seen that came out in the 2010s

great, really loved - tucker & dale vs evil (horror comedy that will always be famous. to me.); get out (i like us and nope as well but get out to me is like the tightest writing of the three. and then nope and then us.); it ch1 (i have a fond memory of seeing this on my birthday so i have a bias for it :]); annihilation (i love sci-fi horror films so fucking much. ik there's big differences between the book and the film but i cannot wait to read the book anyway!); mandy (i have got to get high and watch this. epic film)

good, decent film - black swan (i do not get what the discourse is around this movie. no it's not the most mind-blowing film experience but idk ppl act like there's nothing worth redeeming in it.); the cabin in the woods (this is a p good movie, do not get me wrong, but it would've been better without the joss whedon stink on it); paranorman (will probably get bumped up a notch once i've rewatched it tbh); what we do in the shadows (mockumentaries i love u); crimson peak (can i just take a sec to say media literacy is ass on this site bc of that one post about crimson peak.); green room (wanna rewatch this one bc its premise is right up my alley); the boy (benefits from Better Than I Was Expecting); happy death day (groundhog day plots are really hit or miss for me but i did like this one. i support women's wrongs.); a quiet place (i need to see the sequels bc i hear day one is good but this was def a unique premise and i liked how the end product turned out); color out of space (goes on a touch too long imo but i'd love to watch it again); us (i still enjoy us just not as much as get out or nope. there's some clunkiness in us.)

a little mediocre but i'll put it on - my soul to take (no real notes on this one other than not being big happy w its ending); grave encounters (probs a little higher up on the meter bc i do enjoy saying 'im lance preston and this is grave encounters' at random); american mary (also on the higher up side bc i'd like it to have been. idk. gorier? also the ending felt kinda anticlimactic.); the babadook (film got spoiled for me long before i sat down to watch it. my partner despises it. i just wanna know why no one has pointed out that the kid is obviously autistic and him being presented as a burden is kinda fucked up); hereditary (i think this is a decent melodrama, and ari aster is not untalented, but oh my gooooood people piss me off about this movie lmao and the mom sounds exactly like my mother.); mom and dad (the parts w the parents i think are much stronger than the parts w the kids but interesting concept for a short story.); it ch2 (i think it doesn't quite match up to pt 1 but it's not bad. i might rewatch it and see how i feel.), ready or not (i'd love to rewatch this one and have my mind changed on it)

i don't remember this one love and light - the woman in black (i'll give this a rewatch later); the purge (i only have the vaguest memories of what happens in this one bc i watched it at 2 am w some classmates while studying abroad); it follows (i see both a lot of love and a lot of hate for this movie so i kinda wanna rewatch before i settle on an opinion)

boring - fright night (i watched this in high school bc i really liked david tennant but i tried rewatching it as an adult and i couldn't get hooked); the conjuring (i'm so sorry to everyone who loves these films but i could NOT get into this.); the witch (sorry.)

i dont recommend tbh - saw 3d (not one on my rewatch list in the series but it's also not the worst film in the set on account of it not being jigsaw or spiral); in fear (i watched this while studying abroad in scotland and i got very let down at just how little was going on in this film.); tusk (parts of this movie i was struggling not to laugh at. didn't feel bad for the main character in the least. not nearly as disturbing as everyone kept making it out ot be imo.); the love witch (i thought 'oh this has to be a critique of rad feminism it's too campy to be taken seriously' but alas i was wrong); midsommar (i am keeping my mouth shut on my real opinion of this movie.)

abysmal. sorry. - dark shadows (i will admit there are burton films that i still find joy in but this is definitely not one of them. really weird movie from what i remember); silent hill: revelation 3d (idk how they fucked up worse than christoph gans but they did!); jigsaw (how the fuck do you make a saw movie that's BORING. booo logan we hate ur pussy!)

woah sorry i just looked a t a list sorry this is like a massive wall of text.

[bambioleo]

oh hi i missed this last time, im psy (you probably havent heard of me but its okay)

has siv ever had a moment of rage? or just some instance after which you've been terrified of what she can do (if not then any random story works)

also, how are you doing Adi?

hello there psy I think she has mentioned you some times (something about her adopting you(?)

oh boy, has she had a moment of rage? yes definitely

so the thing is siv was extremely sensitive as a child right but she never expressed it through anger it was more or less if she got betrayed by people who she thought were her friends or just people she was fond of generally (which was the entire fkn class which was the problem she was and is too soft hearted for the outer world she thinks everyone’s sincere with everything) and she’d just cry if anything along these lines happened when the things were about her but one day we were in 5th grade and it was summer day and it was like 2 days before school closed for summer vacation and these guys kept bugging our classmate and her (they were sitting on the same bench along with me) and these guys were also mocking me for sitting next to the girls and called me whatever and she first was sitting there sipping on her little pink lemonade situation and then the next thing I know like I literally just blinked my eyes and the next thing I see is her smashing their feet like you would make garlic paste on a mortar and pestle homegirl was 10 and angry and clearly not used to showing it so the next best thing she could do was step on their shoes make their feet hurt and then use her monitor privilege to give them black stars on the class behavioral chart AND THEN REMOVING THEM FROM THE CLASS PLAY

aw thanks for asking that’s super nice I’m doing very good law school as much as it is taxing is getting fun so I’m liking it how about you??

[kentuckycaverats]

Essentials 6, 9; life 4; death 5, 12 for del bc i love del

essentials 6 - what level of humanity are they? has this changed over the years they’ve been dead?

answered prev but the abridged answer is humanity 6 and not much lol

essentials 9 - what are their Convictions?

never forget, never forgive

mortals are to be pitied

life 4 - did they have any vices, addictions, or mental illnesses? which carried over into death?

tw: abuse, suicide mention

in life this girl has had PTSD, C-PTSD, and intense paranoia since she popped out the womb. bio parents: abusive, transphobic, sabbat ghouls who sold her out. teachers, peers, classmates: transphobic, bullied her until delphine showed up to keep them in line. sabina: abusive, tortured her for fun, isolated her from the few casual friends she did have. she was actively suicidal for most of her life and did succeed in her attempt, but. sabina wasn't going to let her get away so easily.

in death much of this has held true. still uber traumatized and paranoid, and though she hasn't consciously realized it yet, on some level she's shifting towards final death maybe not being the answer. maybe there are some people things she wants to stick around for. maybe.

death 5 - which of their clan’s stereotypes apply to them? which do they act against, or embody the opposite of?

thin-blood posing as brujah so im gonna answer for both

thin-blood: i feel like there arent as many stereotypes about thin-bloods as the other clans, because theres such a wide range of what they're like. but in terms of kindred society largely believing the duskborn are heralds of the end times, she fits that pretty well. she's recently learned that her fae soul (ael) is destined to either defeat ancient fear demon foebok and make the world a whole lot less shitty, or be eaten by foebok and thus plunge the world into perma despair. no pressure :) also she doesn't use any of the thin-blood alchemy because she's (1) trying very hard to not get clocked as thin-blooded and (2) mortal prey exclusion makes that tricky anyway

brujah: stubborn, anti-authority, short-tempered and prone to impulsivity when angry, easily moved to violence, fiercely loyal

death 12 - regardless of whether or not they adhere to camarilla rule, have they ever broken any of the Traditions?

literally half of them lmao. domain (she's beaten kindred up on their own turf a couple times); hospitality (coterie purposely did not present themselves in glasgow), and destruction (diablerie). between these + lying about her clan + the prince being a toreador who's especially fond of invading others' thoughts, every moment spent in elysium is nightmare hell stress. and the coterie gets hauled out to elysium at least once a week

[seiwas]

hello sel! here’s another story for the sleepover! back in 8th grade (i work now btw), there’s this guy who has a lot of girls crushing on him not only in class but our whole batch as well. i can see why people do, he was quite the looker! then he became my seat mate during english period, oh boy….did i ended up crushing on him too. he was cute, nice, funny, a bit awkward and weird (in a good way). we chatted a lot by sharing personal stories, eventually share similar interest and became friends. he would sometimes draw these neat anime doodles on my notebook when i’m done talking notes. there were times when i commented negatively about myself and he would indirectly compliment me (like when he says that he finds someone cute. when i ask who, he tries to say my name but ended up saying ‘mikasa’ from aot which sounds similar to my name or maybe its the delulu in me hoping). one time, some of my classmates asked me how i got close to him since he doesn’t talk much to the other girls in our class. i guess i was just lucky to be his seat mate & we just got close to the point where he can openly talk to me. ngl, that made me feel special hehe. so did i confess to him? no, he already had a crush on someone else so i didn’t see the point. (also, him and his crush got together in 9th grade and there’s still together now!) we’re not close anymore but i cherished our friendship while it lasted. i had my fair share of crushes but he was definitely my favorite! anyway, tysm for taking your time to read this 🤗💗

oh my god nonie 🥺 idk if i want to cry or smile or giggle or sob or... oh my god this is so bittersweet!!! thank you for sharing this!! and welcome to the sleepover ✨

aaah this must have been so nostalgic for you to reminisce on omg 8th grade 🥺 hsbsajd oh boy did you end up crushing on him too <- SO REAL 😭 the fact that he became your seatmate too AAAH he does sound so sweet 🥺

HIM DRAWING THOSE ANIME DOODLES ON YOUR NOTEBOOK IS SO CUTE PLS 😭 (not to make this abt me but omg i used to do this to my bf in hs too 😭) and how he'd indirectly compliment you omg... YOU CAN BE DELULU ALL YOU WANT HE'S BEING SO ANNOYING ABT IT PLS 😭 very 8th grade boy things indeed 🥺

and you're so right for feeling special nonie PLS omg (again not to make this about me but im seeing so many parallels to this and me shdbfs i used to feel special too bc my bf (who was just my friend then) was liked by a lot of girls!! but he was closest to me shdbhsd) but omg nonie... so at the time when you wanted to confess, he alr liked someone else? :( i mean !! it's good, like you said, he's still with his crush now and that's a cute story for them!! but omg is he like the one that got away for you nonie? 😭 or is it not that deep... sdbgvsdjfb

AAAH i love how you look at it 🥺 like a fond memory!! and how he's still your favourite crush omg 😭 that is so cute pls. i hope you can reconnect someday!! for the friendship!! since you did cherish it and he does seem sweet 🥺 but even more!! i hope you are happy right now, nonie!! 🥺💗

let's have a sleepover!! 💗 send me any questions/stories you wanna share!!!

[nagitoedit]

ummm every multiplication of 5. dont remember how many asks there are

5. If you could make only one of your OCs popular/known, who would it be?

scary.......... im not sure. first thought went to jag though. i mean, hes so fun and charismatic and enjoyable and silly and i feel like he could be a character that makes people happy to see. i like his colors and vibe and hes extroverted anyways so make him the face of my ocs.

10. Introduce an OC with a complicated design?

so many of my characters dont even have final designs and i dont really make very complex/detailed designs bc i focus more on overall vibe, like color balancing, hues, shapes, because most of my ocs in my mind due to how imagination imaging in my brain works is very fuzzy and vague and i usually just try to focus on the whole part rather than super tiny intricate details also complicated designs make it harder for me to draw them consistently. i feel like my most difficult designs are just tabby cats bc tabby markings are so freakeng difficult. or maybe the 'grey mottled' wc oc i have (currently unnamed) bc in my mind they look something like this but how do i simplify that.........

15. Do you like to talk about your OCs with other people?

yeasss of course

20. Do any of your OCs sing? If they sing, care to share more details (headcanon voice, what kind of songs they like etc)?

havent thought about it. i dont think any sing Professionally or as a major hobby, but lots of them probably sing for fun regardless of being good at it or not

25. The OC that resembles you the most (same hobby, height, shared like/dislike for something etc?)

uhm . no. i dont really have an oc that resembles me too much that isnt a fursona. i should make an oc though that has some traits that i have that havent showed up in other characters yet though. i usually like when making ocs to try and make an individual that is different from me as a way of exploring concepts and personalities and different lives.

35. Any sibling characters?

this made me realize that i dont have many........... i should change that. but one pair of half siblings is these 2 unnamed wc ocs, called 'clownface' and 'dollface' , i thought half siblings would be an interesting concept for them, not littermates but still sorta close. but theyre good friends too. clownface is very outgoing and silly and talkative while dollface is very quiet, passive, and unemotive. they live in a harsh culture and bc of dollfaces sensitive and dainty appearance i feel like they are somewhat targeted and clownface tries to defend them but tbh dollface doesnt need defending but is still appreciative of how much clownface cares for them and hangs out with them. they half brothers except one of the brothers is nonbinary.

40. Any fond memories linked to your characters? Feel free to share!

hmmmmm . i dont really have many like memories of Events to do with my characters ? at least not in the way that im interpreting this question. but there is the memory of how for bolt's name, i basically held a public poll in middle school for my classmates to vote out of a selection of names which one they liked the most for him, and they voted bolt. at the time i didnt like it bc bolt as a name to me was. the super dogs name. but now im so attached to it.

45. A character you no longer use?

most of them. lawl. not on purpose and theyre not scrapped permanently or anything theyre just dormant basically. im neglectful 💔

50. Give me the good ol’ OC talk here. Talk about anything you want

idk i ran out of thoughts. one thought is that i havent made any ocs with glasses despite myself being a glasses wearer somehow. i just forgor.

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Not Everyone Has To Like Me

My name is Venice Lorraine. Most people refer to me as Venice or Ven but for my close friends they call me Lorraine. Sometimes they do like to call me the one with bad temper or the mean one which is not really something that im offended by since it is not my job to prove myself to irrelevant people but yes, I do believe that I do have the tendency to become mean towards some people and I do have a side that gets irritated very easily. I don’t deny these things because they are a part of who I am and I do reserve my good sides to the people who deserves it such as my friends and loved ones. To add more, I don’t mind if people have assumptions about me whether they are good or bad because I know myself and I don’t care of what other people thinks of me as long as I’m not being bothered.

Ever since I was young I was always misunderstood by other people even though I would try to please them as much as I can. I remember one time when I had a friend back in grade school, she was really smart and nice to others. We met when she transferred to my school in 5th grade. She was just new to our classroom and we were assigned to sit next to each other since our last names both started with the same letter.

Her hair was as black as the night and straight. She would always put her hair up in a pony tail however there would still be strands of hair peaking on her head because she had so many baby hairs. At first we didn’t really talk to each other as much because I was shy and she would talk to other people instead but as time passed by we would talk to each other more often. Most of the time we like to study together, she would let me borrow her modules from her quiz bee competitions and we would have a friendly competition in class when it comes to our tests and recitations.

We really grew fond of one another back then or at least i thought so, she even invited me to come over her house to celebrate her birth day although our other classmates were there didn’t mind. I still felt very special since it was the first time I had a friend that would invite me to their birthday. Moreover we would share lunch together in class and play games. In Valentine’s day she gave me a card even though it was also for two of my classmates I still felt included and I really thought we were real friends.

Every now and then she would occasionally be in a bad mood and when this happens , she would blame me for things that I didn’t do or say. At first I didn’t mind because we all have our days but after some time she would talk behind my back and say some mean things about me which made me feel sad at the time because whenever my classmates would talk badly of her I would always defend her from them. Nevertheless, I still wanted to be her friend that’s why I put up with her for sometime. At the time I always ask myself why she would say those things about me therefore i would try my best to be nicer to her so that she would not think of me like that. In 6th grade our seats did not just grew apart from each other but we also did. We barely talked to each other anymore but I still treated her as my friend.

On the other hand, I realized how pointless it is to try to make someone like you even though they’re treating you badly. From then on, I put up a boundary with people that i know so that they would not be able to do that to me and if they did I would not be scared to speak for myself and cut them off because I have people who really matters to me and appreciates me for who I am therefore I don’t have to pretend you be someone else anymore just to build superficial relationships with anyone anymore.