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lovebugism · 1 year ago

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Okay soooooooo

How bout something like King Steve picking on shy!reader, then later finding out she has a shitty home life plz

ty for requesting!! this can be read as a prequel to this fic — steve comforts you when he accidentally makes you flinch (enemies to lovers, hurt/comfort, cw for brief mentions of abuse, 1.8k)

Sitting alone at the Hellfire table, you feel a little like fishbait.

Your spot in the very back of the cafeteria is normally full and loud — with Dustin’s bickering, and Eddie’s laughing, and Gareth’s stupid jokes — but they’re not here now. They’re off getting their trays while you sit in wait for them (and the cold fries you’ll ultimately steal from Eddie’s plate). It leaves you perfect prey for circling sharks.

You hear laughter from behind you, over the sounds of the bustling lunch room. You’re certain they’re laughing at you — ‘cause you always think someone’s laughing at you — but you try hard to ignore it. You disregard the subtle pang of anxiety in your chest and stick your nose in your book, eyes flitting across the words without reading any of them.

Someone flumps down at your side then, where Mike usually sits. The overwhelming scent of spiced cologne stings your nostrils. With watering eyes, you look beside you. At Tommy fucking Hagan.

“Hey, Wallflower,” he greets like it’s normal — like he hasn’t spent the past four years pretending you don’t exist. You think he only calls you Wallflower now because his friends have been doing it for so long they don’t remember your real name.

The boy props his elbow on the table and puts his chin in his fist, trying hard to hide his boyish beam and accompanying laughter. He fails.

You cower at his presence, all but shrinking into yourself. “…Hi?” you reply in a tiny voice.

“How’s it hangin’?”

“...Fine?”

“That’s great!” he answers instantly, like he hadn’t heard you at all. “You see, my friend Steve, over there— you know him, right?”

You don’t bother to look where he’s pointing. Of course, you know Steve The Hair Harrington. You don’t think there’s a single person in Hawkins who doesn’t.

You nod in response.

Tommy’s smile widens. “Well, he’s got this massive crush on you,” he confesses, choking back a laugh halfway through. “I mean, he talks about you all the time.”

You know he’s lying. And not just because he’s grinning so hard that his eyes are crinkled and his freckled cheeks are turning pink. You’re almost certain Steve Harrington doesn’t even know who you are. He never had a reason to. Why would the King of Hawkins High ever stoop so low to know someone like you?

You glance at him over your shoulder, a couple tables down from you. He’s almost magnetically pretty. You couldn’t ignore him if you tried — with his pretty hair and his pretty eyes and his pretty smile. His golden cheeks flush as all his friends start poking fun at him.

He rolls his eyes and scoffs a laugh you can tell is forced from here. He doesn’t think any of this is funny. You can see it on his face. But he isn’t trying to stop it all from happening. You’re just collateral damage, really.

You turn back to Tommy with a disbelieving look in your eye.

He continues to ramble despite it. “He was just a little nervous coming up to you, that’s all. So I thought I’d do him a favor and slip you his number. You know, as his wingman and all.” He tosses a folded-up index card onto the pages of your opened book. “You should call him tonight— It’ll make his day, I swear.”

He pats you a little too hard on the back before he goes. His laugh echoes over all the rest when he sits back down at his table. You watch them over your shoulder as they fall over themselves to crack jokes about you.

Steve’s the only one not smiling. “Not cool, Tommy,” he mouths.

—————

Locker 148. The one right across from yours. Property of Steve The Hair Harrington.

You shove the thick card with his number written on it between the slits in the metal. You’d carried it around all day, utterly unsure of what to do with it. You decided ultimately to return it, figuring he might feel a little better if a total stranger didn’t have his phone number.

You struggle to slide it through the thin gap, though. The paper gets caught halfway through, and you try to yank it back out again. The old locker moves with you, like it’s not completely shut but still somehow latched.

You’re so in your own head you don’t hear the gymnasium door down the hall squeal open and shut again. Steve pants heavily and tries to recover from a ruthless basketball practice. He hunts for a water fountain and finds you instead.

“What are you doing?” he calls as he nears you, not malicious or unkind but genuinely curious.

Your heart lurches into your throat as you all but jump out of your skin.

Steve laughs, a pretty sound in the silent hallway. “Shit. Sorry. I didn’t— I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You didn’t,” you assure with an averted gaze, though your frightened demeanor says otherwise. “I was just— I was trying to give you this.”

You hold the paper out towards him. He takes it with hesitant hands. “What is it?”

“Your number. Tommy gave it to me earlier, and I know it was just a stupid joke, so I… I thought you’d feel more comfortable if I gave it back to you.”

Something in Steve’s chest aches. He doesn’t understand why you would care about what might make him comfortable. It’s not like he ever gave you the time of day — or ever tried to stop his friends from being total assholes. As far as he’s concerned, you’re the last person who should give a shit about him.

“Oh. Right— Yeah… Thanks,” he stammers and shoves the thing into his pocket. “And I’m— I’m sorry about Tommy and everything. He can be a real douchebag sometimes. I didn’t… I didn’t tell him to bother you or anything—”

“I know,” you assure in a mousy voice. “Tommy gave me your number hoping I’d be dumb enough to call while your friends were over so you could all… laugh at me? I guess. He could’ve been a little more original, honestly.”

Steve cracks a smile. He almost laughs, but he can’t tell if you’re joking or not.

“I’ll talk to him later. Tell him to leave you alone—” He rambles and walks closer to you. You watch him with tentative eyes as he approaches. “—He’s a total dumbass sometimes, but he usually means well. Most of the time, anyway—”

Steve raises his hand suddenly. And, because you’re frightened by everything little thing, you flinch and stumble over yourself in the process. The lockers catch your fall, and you hit the back of your head. Hard.

“Shit— Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you squeak, holding the crown of your hair and squinting as your skull pounds.

Steve rushes to your side, then idles just ahead of you because he doesn’t know if you want him touching you. His brows pinch, chiseled features swimming with concern. His cinnamon eyes glitter with it, too. “I wasn’t trying to scare you—”

“It’s okay.”

“—My locker was just jammed. I was going to shut it.”

The metal door is open now, from where it wasn’t shut all the way and where you just smacked your head on it.

“I just wasn’t expecting it,” you assure in a tight voice, trying hard to ignore the sharp throbbing. “It’s fine. I’m fine—”

“You’re hurt.”

“It’ll go away—”

“Let me get you an icepack.”

“—I’ll be fine once I get home.”

Steve, feeling purely at fault and aching at how effortlessly you shrug him off, decides to approach you fully. He curls a warm hand around the outside of your elbow. A touch surprisingly gentle. “No. C’mon. Let me help.”

You don’t feel much like you’re in any position to fight him about it. Not with the world still swaying under your feet.

Steve guides you the short distance to the empty cafeteria. Slow and kind and dreadfully patient. He sits you down, makes sure you’re still okay, and then rushes to fix you a makeshift icepack — a ziplock bag filled to the brim with chipped ice.

He sits at the chair beside yours, slightly askew so his knees bump your thighs. He holds the pack to the crown of your head and gazes at you attentively. You’re not looking back at him to see it.

“Does it still hurt?”

You shrug, eyes flitted to the wringing hands in your lap. “It’s fine. It just feels a little like I have a migraine.”

Steve winces. “I’m sorry.”

Your doe eyes peek at him from beneath your lashes. “It wasn’t your fault.”

“I scared you.”

“Everything scares me.”

It’s a dumb joke. You mean it, but you still expect him to laugh about it. He doesn’t even crack a smile, though. He just keeps looking at you with that puppy-like twist to his features. The worry is evident in his face.

“Do you wanna, like, talk about it or something?”

“About what?”

“Why you flinched.”

You freeze, breath hitching in your throat. No one’s ever noticed your incessant panic — outside of making jokes about it anyway. No one’s cared enough to ask about it, either. Steve Harrington is the last person you expected any kind of concern from.

You shake your head after a few long moments. “No.”

“You could,” Steve assures, suddenly shy. You didn’t know he could be anything other than totally full of himself. “You know, if you wanted to. I wouldn’t— I wouldn’t tell anyone—”

You scoff a disbelieving laugh.

Steve’s features swirl with hurt. You hate that it makes your chest ache. You hate most that he hasn’t stopped being soft with you. The hand holding the pack to your head hasn’t yet wavered, even though you know his arm must be tired now.

“I wouldn’t. ‘Cause I— I know what it’s like to… to have a bad home life or whatever,” he confesses, stammering hopelessly. He forces a laugh at himself. “Probably more than most people do, honestly.”

His admission takes you by surprise. It comforts you in a way you didn’t think someone like him could.

Even still, you shake your head. “I— I can’t—” you murmur, clearing your throat when the words get stuck there. “I can’t talk about it…”

Steve nods, firm and reassuring. “That’s okay. You don’t have to, I was just… I was just saying, you know? I get it.”

You swallow through a tight throat, nodding wordlessly in response.

“Plus, you know, you have my number and everything… If you ever wanted to talk…”

You flash him a timid look and crack a quiet smile. “I gave it back to you, remember?”

“I’ll write it down for you again,” he promises with a shrug and a lopsided grin. It’s easier to ignore his aching arm and the ice stinging his palm when he’s looking at you. “For real this time.”

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slippery-soapbox · 5 months ago

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Hot Priest Quotes and Canon Details for everyone who doesn't want to rewatch all his scenes

He was seemingly late to confession

"[He's] new"

His ringtone is Firework by Katy Perry, this song was released 8 years before the show started. Not only does he not keep his phone on vibrate or silenced, he would have had to customize his phone to play the song

He cried when he heard Bobby's story

He carries a handkerchief

"Such a burden, and you've been carrying this all by yourself all this time."

"You know, if you don't trust your friends to see and know you for who you are... honestly, completely... then you don't really have any friends. Give them a chance. You're allowed to be human."

The first person Bobby willingly told about his Notebook™ and the 148 names

Honored Brooke Nash during the mass on what would have been her 13th birthday

He is NOT actually played by Joe Alwyn

HIS RINGTONE IS FIREWORK BY KATY PERRY

#911 abc #hot priest #Gavin Stenhouse #ryan guzman #eddie diaz #buddie #father brian #bobby nash

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anime-fan-05 · 1 month ago

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Hello! I hope you don't mind, but could I request a SFW alphabet of Jin or Yusuke from Yu Yu Hakusho please? I adore them both so much and your writing is amazing!

Yu Yu Hakusho ~SFW alphabet~

Manga/anime: Yu Yu Hakusho

Warnings: slight spoilers of Yusuke's childhood, episodes 52 and 91 and chapters 90, 91, 148 and 149

(Y/N): your name

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

In private he's a great cuddler: he never lets you go once he has you in his arms! Instead, he doesn't show much affection in public; he does it mostly to protect you (he doesn't want anyone to associate you with him). However, if you pay attention, you'll see he's always looking at you out of the corner of his eye.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

I think he's a really good friend, a bit tsundere, but a good friend: surely he would be thoughtful and protective of you. Your connection point could have been Keiko, who introduced you, or a mission together entrusted to you two by Koenma.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

As I've written before, in private he really likes to cuddle, and his favorite position is to have you in front of him while you lie in bed and talk about your day. Instead, in public he's much more reserved: the most he'll get is an arm on the small of your back if the place you're in is particularly crowded.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

I think he has a huge desire to have a family, as his isn't particularly good, although he'll never admit it, so he would like to settle down with you. He isn't particularly good at cleaning, but in my opinion he can cook pretty decently (after all, he has to eat something edible at home).

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

If he had to break up with you, he would be a little abrupt and detached, even if he would take that attitude to avoid getting emotional. He would be ready to receive your hatred or your blows (if you decided to punch or kick him out of anger) with your last hug. After apologizing to you, he would disappear from your life forever to avoid making you suffer further.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

The only problem which stopped him from establishing a relationship with you was the fear you could become a possible target of his enemies, but, after a great deal of convincing on your part, he was convinced to try having a relationship with you. He would like to make the marriage proposal to you quite quickly.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Maybe he can be a little harsh with his words, especially when you're in public, but he's always very kind with his gestures: for example he always touches you as if you were porcelain, or he makes sure to listen to you as much as possible when you speak. Furthermore, he tries to always remain kind to you, even when he's angry, and most of the time he succeeds.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He likes to hug you a lot, but he'll never do it in public except in very rare cases. Typically you two hug while standing, with one of his arms bringing your head towards his collarbone and the other around your waist and his head buried on your neck, while your arms are either resting on his chest or around his neck or waist.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He confessed to loving you after you two had been engaged for some time: he had already told you several times he liked you, but the "I love you" came shortly after Genkai's death, while you were consoling him, cuddling and holding him tightly to you and whispering sweet and reassuring words to him; it came out unintentionally but, when you asked him if he really meant what he said, he confirmed he really loved you very much.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?)

He becomes jealous quite quickly, especially of people he holds in high esteem: he immediately starts to feel a little insecure, to think he doesn't deserve you; when that happens, you can notice his eyes sadden slightly, and he just wants to be reassured by you. Nonetheless, he doesn't demonstrate those insecurities, and he approaches you to chase away who's courting you by masking them with false confidence.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses are quite sweet and slightly possessive in some cases (for example if he becomes jealous), generally on your lips, or even on your cheeks and forehead; as for him, he has a weakness for kiss on his lips' corner: every time you kiss him there, he blushes slightly and pulls you in for a kiss on the lips ("Where are you going? I want my kiss!").

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Although he has to admit he wouldn't mind having a mini Yusuke or mini you, I doubt he'll ever have children, both due to his job and because he believes he's incapable of caring for children. In fact, since it's as if he grew up alone, he isn't very good with children: for instance he doesn't understand what they want when they cry.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

When you two wake up early, he usually gets up earlier and tries to make you breakfast (but he always ends up making a mess). Instead, if he has to get up early, he stays for a while in bed to cuddle you, then goes to get ready for the day and, before leaving the house, he leaves an affectionate kiss on your forehead. On the rare days when you both can get more sleep you wake up in a tangle of blankets and limbs after 10am.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

He often comes home late, so most of the time you're already asleep; when that happens, he gets ready for bed making as little noise as possible and then slips under the sheets with you, falling asleep hugging you. Instead, if it's early, you two get ready together and either watch a movie on your tablet or computer in bed or, if you're tired, lie down and cuddle until you fell asleep.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He would be quite open about his past (he isn't ashamed of it and he has never considered it a secret or hidden it), but something he wouldn't be open about would be his feelings and emotions: it would be really hard to understand how he feels, and he wouldn't make it easy.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Generally he doesn't have much patience, but with you it increases considerably: of course sometimes he gets angry, but he'll never yell at you or get physical with you, rather in those cases he prefers to distance himself from you to avoid hurting you physically or psychologically.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

It depends on the information he needs to remember: if he perceives it as important, he'll do everything he can to remind it; nevertheless, if you talk to him while he's doing something else or distracted by something, it's very unlikely he'll remember what you told him.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

The best memory he has of you two is an hug: he had just finished a long and dangerous mission and he had rushed to your house, running very quickly; he met you on the street, and you both threw yourself on top of each other, ending up on the ground, heedless of the dirty looks from passers-by. He remember that time he held you in his arms as if you would disappear in a few seconds, burying your face in his neck and pushing your body against his to feel your warmth.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He's quite protective of you: he knows he's a target both because of his work and his lineage, so he knows his enemies will probably target you, and he has promised himself to do everything to protect you, for example by accompanying you home when it gets dark. The best way you can protect him is to make sure he doesn't push himself too hard and not to get hurt (he'll freak out if that happens).

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

As for dates and anniversaries, he puts in those a lot of effort to make you happy and satisfy you by taking you where you want and doing what you want. However, since he isn't the richest person in the world, he can't give you too expensive gifts, but he's a romantic at heart, so they've a deep meaning. He also goes the extra mile with the little things he can do to help you and make you happy.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He has the bad habit of exceeding his limits: he very often comes home full of wounds and bruises, making you very worried. You must make him understand he mustn't exaggerate with his body, not only for him, who can be in great pain, but also for you, who can no longer bear to see him in that state; after many chats with you, he'll finally understand he mustn't overwork himself and try to stop before exceeding his limits.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He doesn't care much about his appearance, but he always has the decency to show up to your appointments well dressed and combed; don't expect him to show up to you in suit and with lacquered hair, but at least his clothes are well ironed and his hair isn't sticking out.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

I'll be honest: he wouldn't miss you much if you were separated, since he's always quite busy, or rather he wouldn't miss you most of the time. If he was feeling particularly affectionate, he would feel very incomplete without you even if you only went for a few minutes to get water from the kitchen; or, the same would happen even if he was without you for a long time, like a few months.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them)

He has the habit of fixing your hair when it slips in front of your face and bothers you, For example while you're doing homework. Whenever he's with you and strands of hair get in your face, he'll tuck it behind your ear, or sometimes he'll offer to tie it up for you. Plus, it also gets rid of stray hairs from your clothes.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)

He doesn't like evil or exploitative people, nor those who want his attention all the time: he's very busy with his missions, so he needs to have at his side someone who can spend most of his day alone. He wouldn't even be comfortable with someone who's very arrogant or who treats others or even themself badly, as he wouldn't be able to take care of someone who gets hurt.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He's a particularly heavy sleeper and he moves a lot while sleeping, so you may find yourself pushed out of bed many times. However, there are days when he sleeps holding you: generally in those cases he sleeps on his back with one arm wrapped around you, who rest your head on his chest, almost always on the heart side, half lying on him.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He has no shame: whether you're alone or in public, he always showers you with affection. His way of showing affection is touch: for example, whenever you're together, he always has his hand joined with yours or an arm inside your waist.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Your friendship definitely started with you being scared to death of him, who sneaked up on you from behind and laughed handsomely at your reaction. As a friend he would be very affectionate and energetic: every time you see each other, he takes you on thrilling adventures.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He's particularly clingy: he always wants to hold you in his arms and, whenever he has the chance, he rushes over to hug and cuddle you. You two cuddle in every position and in every place, even in public; his favorite position is having you on his lap while sitting on the roof of your house (he especially loves carrying you off the roof while flying).

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He actually invited himself to live in your house from the first days of your relationship: "Why should I wait to come here? We're engaged!". He's never cleaned, so he isn't good at that at all but, if you've a little patience and teach him, he'll learn it; however, when it comes to cooking, he isn't and will never be able to cook more than one omelette.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

If he had to break up with you, you probably wouldn't take him seriously, since he would talk to you in his usual cheerful and joking tone. This aspect could make you angry, and you two could leave each other not on good terms. However, even after leaving you, he would continue to watch you from afar without being noticed, at least for the first times after the break.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Being a youkai, he doesn't understand well either the concept of engagement or that of marriage: in his opinion you became his partner from the moment he claimed you as his. He didn't ask you that because it's normal for him, and in fact he always introduces you as his partner, the first few times causing you to be shocked exactly because he had never spoken to you about a possible engagement.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Physically he's generally gentle, apart from a few rare cases where he hurts you as he doesn't control strength forgetting humans are weaker than youkai; psychologically, instead, he's a little less kind, but only because he doesn't realize the weight of his words. However, if you tell him what may offend you, he'll stop saying them.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He loves to hug you very much! He does it always and in any case, in every circumstance: he would even do that during a fight... His hugs are very long (if he could, he would hold you in his arms all day) and tight. Typically, you two hug as he takes flight, so your arms are around his neck and your face against his chest; instead, one of his arms is around your waist, the other under your legs, as he holds you close to him.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

I've the impression your first "I love you" was said by him quite casually: being a youkai, he isn't used to the importance of those three words, so he probably told you them before you went to sleep ("Good night, I love you!") or after you had told him or brought him something ("Thank you, I love you very much!"), leaving you shocked and flushed. Even now he tells you them very often without yet being fully aware of their meaning.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?)

He isn't particularly jealous, mostly because he's quite naive and doesn't notice if someone flirts with you. However, being a youkai, he still has a slight streak of possessiveness: if he sees you uncomfortable with someone, he'll swoop down to you and stand behind you, hugging you from behind, and he'll give him dirty looks (although very often he'll be more cute than scary: he'll look like a cat fluffing up his fur!).

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses are generally sweet, a little playful; very often it happens he peppers your face with kisses after having kissed your lips. The places he kisses you the most are your lips and cheeks: the first ones especially when he's happy or you two haven't seen each other for a long time, the second ones when he wants to be a little more playful. There's no place he prefers to be kissed but, if you kiss the tips of his ears or his small horn, he'll blush a little.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He's never come into contact with children, so he isn't particularly good with them: he can easily make them laugh, play and have fun, but he doesn't understand what they want when they cry and he isn't good with their more "domestic" care (for example changing them, making them eat or sleep...).

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Get ready, because he gets you out of bed very early: at the crack of dawn you can already hear him calling you to do something with him. You very often spend the morning together, either relaxing or doing various activities such as cooking (you always have to keep him from blowing up your house) or going for walks, but, if you've to go somewhere and he can't come, he'll be offended and look at you as if you're abandoning him.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

He's also active at night, but for you he tries to let you rest and not disturb you. When you get ready for bed, he follows you like a faithful puppy; when you go to bed, he lies down with you and cuddles you, talking about his day and lulling you to sleep with his words. After you fall asleep, he either stays with you for a while or flies off to train or into the youkai world.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He's been pretty open with you since the beginning of your relationship: he trusts you, and he hasn't any big secrets to keep from you. The interesting thing is he reveals some things about him at the most random moments: for example, once you two were in a very dangerous situation, and he came out with: "Do you know when I hadn't learned to use my powers yet I fell on a rock and scraped my skin all over?"

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He never, never gets angry: he's too cheerful for that. If situations in which any person would get angry arise, he doesn't do so: of course it's a question of character, but it's really pleasant to be with him, since whatever the situation he never loses his temper.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

I'll be honest: he absolutely doesn't remember any of your important dates, mostly because he's never been used to doing so, since those things aren't part of youkai culture; he also has a hard time remembering things about you, but he still tries his best to remember something, like your tastes.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

His best memory is the first time he flew with you in his arms: he picked you up without telling you, an action that made you squeal in fright and hold onto him tightly, and then he started lifting up. While he was doing scary stunts in the air, you were wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist like a koala and yelled at him: "Jin, you idiot! Stop! Don't you dare make me fall!" "But it's fun, (Y/N)! And then don't worry, I'll never let you fall."

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He becomes really protective if you're in places where there are a lot of youkai. He's protective in quite subtle ways, such as by creating invisible barriers around you; sometimes, with the excuse of feeling alone, he hugs you, protecting you from small things, such as strong winds or even a blow from a possible enemy. The way he needs to be protected is by not being cheated on or left by you: he would never be the same again if that happened.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

For youkai the concepts of dates, anniversaries and gifts are foreign, so it took him some time to understand them: now, for example, he brings you small trinkets he meets on the street, but he still doesn't remember your important anniversaries; instead, he's always quite available if you ask him to do something, but sometimes he tends to exaggerate his actions to be seen and praise by you, and ends up creating small disasters.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He has the bad habit of always being "comical" and cheerful: he's never serious, and he takes everything that happens lightly. It's really difficult to have a serious conversation with him, and sometimes you get into fights about that. One positive thing, though, is that he has become aware of that problem and he's trying to improve himself.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He doesn't care practically at all about his appearance, since it isn't typical for youkai to care much about their physical appearance. That doesn't necessarily mean he's scruffy, but sometimes he comes to your appointments in flight, so often with slightly disheveled hair or clothes not in order due to the speed he flies with.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Maybe at first he would hardly even notice you're missing, but after a while he would start to miss you like air: he would start complaining to his classmates and whining ("I miss (Y/N)!") and try to reach you in every way. Little anecdote: once you had a school meeting lasting a few hours, and you found him knocking on the glass of the window of the room where it was held, greeting you and saying "I miss you" in labial.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them)

He loves to take you by surprise: he very often sneaks up on you, picking you up from behind like a bride, and takes you with him while flying; in addition, he really enjoys doing reckless stunts in flight, just to feel you clinging to him because of fear, but he always promises you he'll never let you fall, no matter what.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)

He would never look for someone he thinks is boring: he wants to date someone who loves the thrill of an adventure like him or at least who doesn't like to stay still for a long time. He needs someone with whom he can vent all his daily energy, not someone who will frustrate him because he doesn't want to do anything. In addition, I think he wouldn't like someone who's too perfectionist or bossy.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

I don't think youkai sleep, but that doesn't mean he doesn't like lying in bed with you and watching you sleep, but there are times when he doesn't want to stay still and lie down with you, so he leaves you alone in bed while he flies away ("Why do you humans have to sleep so much? What's fun about lying still on a bed?").

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ASLFUA 148 Analysis

I'm so late, but this episode was full of crazy details so I had to go back to the beginning of the story. That being said, be aware of spoilers under the cut:

Let's start with the biggest revelation of the chapter : Miae and Jisu were friends as kids. Many of us saw this coming, but the flashbacks were super cute and raised quite a few questions. In my recent post, I talked about how memories and fate are intertwined in the story. And it feels like I might have been on the right track:

This screenshot is from episode 1! Do we see something strange here? After reading ep148, we definitely do! Miae doesn't simply not remember Jisu, his entire presence was erased from her memories! In all these moments, Jisu was next to her in Jisu's flashback, yet in Miae's memories there's no trace of him at all.

I've said before that Miae clearly tries to reject the fate the unidentified higher power set for her : when she hears its voice, she dismisses it, she forgets her dreams, kicks away the flyers about changing one's car, and it all makes the higher power irritated and more aggressive. From all the signs, it's trying to guide Miae towards Jisu while it says she is too late when it comes to Cheol and she shouldn't have any regrets. Miae ignores and is oblivious to her fate to the point her memories about Jisu were erased! There's absolutely no other way why she has no recollection about him, but remembers everyone else. Memories are indeed tied to fate, and Miae is sabotaging her own destiny! Question is, like I said in my previous post, whether the higher power knows everything best (and some things are set in stone), or Miae will fight it to be with Cheol. Right now, it's impossible for her to remember Jisu without triggering her own fate in the process. More suspiciously, Miae surely would remember a boy who used to be her friend, she herself says it:

Miae remembers the other boy who was her friend, but with the only memory where Jisu appears, we only get a "Who are you?"

Miae called Jisu a magpie in the flashback. Magpies are symbolic animals in Korea, and there's a famous folktale about them, the 'Grateful Magpies'. According to the story, a man one day saw a nest of baby magpies attacked by a large snake. He killed the snake using his bow and arrow, and the parents of the magpies were very grateful. He was later attacked by the wife of the snake and it said he could only survive if the bells of the temple rang 3 times, but it was night. Still, the bells rang and the man survived. He wanted to thank the monks of the temple, only to discover the lifeless bodies of magpies who threw themselves at the bells, along with the parents of the baby chicks. They sacrificed themselves in order to repay the man's kindness.

Aside from the obvious similarity to Jisu's character design, Jisu being called a magpie is also a symbolic choice considering his role in the story.

On the cover of ep148, we see Miae with a bow and an arrow, trying to save the magpies. So in our story Jisu is the grateful magpie who wants to return the favor of her standing up to his bullies. At least he's been trying to. He tried to scold Cheol, but Cheol was not a bad guy. BUT Jisu is aware of something that could get him into real trouble. Jisu has been watching the guy with the mole, Shim, who tried to bully Miae. I'm pretty sure it was also Jisu standing behind him at the physical examination,

he also saw him trying to hit Miae. He even tried to take revenge with the cigarettes. Although I highly doubt Jisu will die, he might get hurt while trying to repay Miae's kindness.

[Miae kicked the boy who confessed to her and bullied both her and Jisu. His tooth fell out and we know one guy in the story who fits the description (Taeuk). Coincidence? Maybe.] -> CORRECTION: it couldn't be Taeuk, the bully had a different name! Shim also has a different name, so it was most likely a random guy!

Jisu sees some men smoking in front of the salon and tells Miae to go inside. One of them (the black-haired one) could be Jisu's father, so the theory that Jisu has a problematic parent might be real.

Jisu being bullied in elementary school is confirmed. We also see him displaying signs of Autism Spectrum Disorder (ASD) from a young age: he appears to be withdrawn, prefers to play alone, appears indifferent to other people, accepts contact if initiated by others but doesn't initiate contact, approaches other children in an unusual way, shows little interest in his peers and doesn't want to play with them, finds hard to understand Miae's thoughts, feelings and intentions.

Looks like Jisu is always being chased by Miae while he wants to run away in every timeline lol. As kids, she was dragging him around to play with them so he wouldn't get bullied, while in the present she wanted to make him study. Poor Jisu never gets a break around her and people were calling him the stalker lmfao

Cheol was the first boy Miae met who didn't use his height to intimidate other children so Miae wanted to show him that she was also capable of protecting herself and others. This is why she fought against the bullies who hurt others, leading to Jisu becoming her friend. I would like to make an important note here: Miae was not imitating Cheol's behaviour, but rather she was inspired by Cheol's noble character. Jisu didn't become Miae's friend becasue she was channeling Cheol, it was because Miae was still her unusual self who acted brave because of Cheol. I received a question about how Jisu must be in love with Cheol because Miae was imitating him, and no, this is a bad take. The story makes it clear Miae and Cheol are different inidividuals, but were uplifted and inspired by each other. Saying Jisu liked the Cheol in Miae diminishes Miae's individual charming and unique qualities, the things that make her unusual in the eyes of other people, similarly to how Jisu is still considered an outcast.

Next chapter Miae might meet up with Cheol, or we will get more Jisu backstory. I wonder if he will play his instruments, he's always listening to music. I guess we will have to wait until next week. :) (Edit: lol I was right he indeed played the guitar😃 how can people hate this kid is beyond me)

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rwby-confess · 9 months ago

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Confession #148

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dr-will-wood-confessions-is-dead · 1 year ago

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for the person in confession #148:: almost the exact same shit happened 2 me . my parents kept bugging me about what my favorite song was and i had 2 fucking . put the song with five names on on the family tv . and watch their live reactions . literally Nightmare Nightmare Nightmare

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tdlosk-confessions · 10 months ago

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Yo me again who ship 2 ppl with kusuke.

I have come back to say

Kusuke x me🔥🔥🔥⁉️⁉️

[Confession 148]

Ah yes, the most canon ship in the series

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through the hourglass 189. brb x oc

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pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

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“Roos?”

He slowly looks up from his hands, turning his head back to Beatrice who is by their bedroom’s door. In his hands was his father’s sunglasses, he hasn’t let go of it since they left Maverick’s garage. Beatrice’s smile softens, pushing herself away from the door to walk up to him, sitting beside Rooster on the bed, “...are you okay?”

Her husband just stares at her for a few seconds, his jaw moving as if he wanted to speak but it takes a while for the words to come out, “...I guess.” he mutters, turning the folded sunglasses in his hands, “...I don’t know…” he confesses after a while, one of his hands coming up to rub his eyes as he groans quietly, “I don’t know,I should be happier.”

“About?”

“Having this back.” he gestures to the shades with a frown, “But I’m just scared and nervous.”

Beatrice purses her lips, interlacing her hands together on top of her lap as he hears his reasoning. It makes sense to feel that way, after all the times he had anything related to his father close by…well, he’d get conflicted. He was happy, deep inside, but maybe this was something more because it was something Goose wore every day.

“I really thought your sunglasses were your dad’s.” she comments, “They are very similar.” her husband didn’t reply, he just kept staring at it for a few seconds instead of doing so. Beatrice chews her lower lip, thinking of what she was going to say next, “...you don’t have to wear it, you know that.”

“I know.”

“Is that why you are upset?”

Rooster inhales then exhales, “No,I…I just, don’t know, feels wrong knowing how he–” he clears his throat, shaking his head a bit, “I have these flashes…in my memory. Like,I see myself holding these in my hands, I remember…pieces of my father, blurred and almost faint,I remember his laugh too…I guess I just want to hold onto this a little while longer, you know?”

Beatrice reaches out, her hand gently touching Rooster's arm in a comforting gesture. "I understand,Roos" she says softly. "It's okay to feel conflicted, to feel a mix of emotions."

“Is it?”

“Of course it is.” she smiles, propping her chin on his shoulder, eyes meeting his, “...you are a lot more open than when we started dating…and I’m glad you feel like you can share those thoughts with me, you don’t always have to, but I’m glad you do.”

Rooster looks at Beatrice,"I trust you, Bea," he says, his voice filled with sincerity. "You've always been there for me, supporting me, and giving me a safe space to open up."

Beatrice smiles, her heart filled with warmth. "And I'm grateful to have you," she says, her voice filled with love. "You are so cute." she gently touches his cheek, “And you have such a good heart,Roos…don’t forget that.”

Rooster leans into her touch, finding comfort in her presence. "I love you," he whispers, his voice filled with emotion.

"I love you too," Beatrice replies, her voice filled with equal love and devotion. "And I'll always be here for you, supporting you every step of the way." she kisses the tip of his nose then, standing up to walk around him and check the windows, “Well, I think I’ll go back to the twins’ nursery, it’s going to rain pretty soon and I’d rather finish more before it does.” she has one hand on the window sill as her torso turns to look at him, “...do you need some time?”

He looks up in surprise, chuckling softly, “...do you mind?”

“I don’t.” she replies just as quietly, “Take as long as you need, Nikki is asleep so don’t worry,okay?” she coos, walking closer to him to kiss his forehead, then his nose and lastly his lips. He grins, hesitantly letting go of her hand so she could walk away from the room, shutting the door once she was gone.

And he was alone.

He didn’t know why he felt so conflicted, well no, he did know. He was still confused by his own achievements, his father could’ve gotten this far. He could’ve, he should’ve. Mav never told him, but he knew the reason he stays as Captain is because he feels like he and Goose should get that far, he felt like he should share the victories with his best friend.

And Bradley feels that way too, somehow, but he is not at fault for what happened back then. No one is, especially not Mav. He turns the sunglasses in his hands, the light from outside reflects on the dark lenses and it shines right back in his eyes, “...are you proud of me?” he asks the nothing, looking at the open window towards the slowly graying sky, “...I feel like I’m being dumb asking this,especially now…but,I hope you are…I hope you both are.”

“I have a very good life.” he continues,”I have a wonderful woman, that I love more than anything in this wide world…and I have kids. Well, one of them is out and the other two will be out in a few months.” he chuckles, scratching his jawline only for his smile to drop a little bit, “...I still wonder what it’d be like with both of you here. I do and…I try to not think about it too much.” he faces his reflection on the sunglasses, exhaling loudly and then shaking his head. “...I can’t keep thinking like this, I’m glad that things are how they are. I just you two to know I never stop thinking about you,that’s all.”

He clears his throat once he’s finished, standing up to place the sunglasses back inside the box they came with, hearing it click shut and gently pushing it to the corner of his side table, not exactly on sight but not hidden either. He rubs his face with both hands, shakes himself and clears his throat. He had to calm down.

Bradley walks out of the room,checking the hallway to see if Beatrice was nearby, only to hear her humming downstairs. He smiles, walking down the steps and petting Jolene when the dog appears to greet him before running off to stay with Bea inside her little studio.

He stops by the door, leaning his shoulder on the threshold and looking around the room with his brows up, whistling in admiration, “Wow,” he laughs,”You really filled it up,huh?” there were paintings everywhere, drawings at every corner, even some crochet lying on top of her drawing desk with Beatrice sitting in front of it, rummaging through one of her old college backpacks. “What are you doing?”

“Trying to find my charcoals.” she mutters, pulling out an old notebook and a pencil case that looked like a smiling bear although one of its ears har a glued on plastic gem like an earring, “I haven’t opened this since I graduated, everything I used is in here.”

Rooster watches Beatrice with a fond smile, leaning against the doorway as he takes in the colorful and artistic chaos of her studio. He walks over to her, glancing at the notebook and pencil case in her hands. "Charcoals, huh?" he says, his voice filled with amusement. "Bringing back the memories of your college days?"

Beatrice chuckles, turning to face Rooster. "Sort of," she replies, her eyes twinkling with nostalgia. "I think it’ll help me finish a sketch in the nursery, it’s softer than a pencil.."

Rooster leans against the table, watching as Beatrice rummages through the backpack. "Finish it? I thought you already did." he asks, genuine curiosity in his voice.

She purses her lips. "Well,I did but" she admits. "I think it could be better. I do draw often as you well know and I still think it could be much,much better." she looks back at him only to see his confused look,”You know I’m a perfectionist,Roos.”

Rooster chuckles, shaking his head. "Yes, I know," he replies, his voice filled with affectionate teasing. "You have high standards for your artwork, which to be honest, is already great no matter what you think."

Beatrice smiles, a hint of sheepishness in her expression. "I can't help it," she says. "Art is a way for me to express myself, and I want to make sure that I'm conveying my vision as accurately as possible. Sometimes that means going back and making improvements, even if the original piece was already good."

Rooster reaches out, his hand gently brushing against her cheek. "I understand," he says softly. "Can I help?"

She leans into his touch, her eyes locked with his. "Thank you, Roos, but I can do it, you can stay though." she murmurs, gratitude evident in her voice, nodding to the small couch in there. "I wouldn’t mind the company. Are you feeling better?"

Rooster smiles, his hand lingering on her cheek for a moment before he pulls back slightly. "I'm feeling better now," he replies, his voice filled with warmth. "Being with you always brings me comfort."

“Oh,shush.”

He walks over to the small couch she mentioned, taking a seat and making himself comfortable. "So, I'll just keep you company then," he says with a playful grin. "I'll be your muse, your silent supporter."

Beatrice chuckles, still rummaging through her things, “You always are my muse, more than you know-” she stops, face going violently red, “I-I mean,um, you ah-” she knew there was no turning back now, he was going to ask her. She sighs heavily, then takes out a notebook and starts examining it, chewing her lower lip. Rooster watches her with one of his brows up, that wasn’t her usual sketchbook, it was much older.

“Okay, you won’t find this weird,will you?”

“Weird?”

She groans, tapping the notebook against her forehead, “Before we…started dating,um,well, when my crush started I kind of…drew…you…” she chews her lower lip, “It’s not,um, well I did paint us but that was different because this was before we got together.” she frowns, looking down at her sketchbook,”It’s kinda…weird,isn’t it?”

Rooster watches Beatrice with curiosity as she stumbles over her words, her face turning red. His expression softens, understanding dawning in his eyes.

He reaches out to gently take the sketchbook from her hands, his touch reassuring and completely ignoring how she tried to hold it back. "Beatrice," he says, his voice gentle and filled with affection. "There's nothing weird about it at all. In fact, I'm honored that you saw something in me that inspired you to create art."

Her quiet ‘are you kidding? you are a work of art’ made him grin even more.

He opens the sketchbook and starts flipping through the pages, his eyes tracing over the drawings. Some are quick sketches, capturing his likeness in different moments, while others are more detailed and expressive. Each stroke of her pencil reveals her perception of him, her feelings translated onto the paper.

"You didn’t draw this at the bar…I would’ve noticed it.," he murmurs, his voice filled with sincerity. There’s so much detail in every sketch, his heart feels so warm he can’t even comprehend it, he feels so honored.

“No!Of course not!” she looks horrified, “If I did,I’d never hear the end of it! Shells and Penny would just…tease me to no end.” she wrings her hands, leaning back on her seat to stare at him, ‘...I just couldn’t take you out of my head and I thought that if I drew you it’d help dealing with everything better.”

“Did it?”

She scoffs softly, “You know it didn’t.” her smile turns soft, “It’s very hard to deal with how handsome you are and how sweet you are.” she explains, shrugging her shoulders “And I had a hard time then.”

Rooster's cheeks flush with a mixture of embarrassment and delight as he listens to Beatrice's words. He sets the sketchbook aside, his gaze fixed on Beatrice.

"I had no idea," he admits, his voice filled with genuine surprise and admiration. "I never could have imagined that you were drawing me back then." He reaches out to take her hands in his, his touch gentle and reassuring. "It is really nice though, you are so talented." she scoffs softly, “You are. You know that.”

Beatrice's eyes soften, "You always know how to make me feel special," she says, her voice filled with warmth. "I'm glad I have you in my life."

He leans in closer, his forehead resting against hers. "And I'm glad I have you," he whispers. "Thank you,really. This is great.”

“Not creepy at all?”

“No.Bea.” she shrugs sheepishly, “Honestly if one day,” he coos, setting the sketchbook aside, “You want to, I don’t know, draw me in a different way,” he gently pulls her from the chair,tugging her closer to his lap, sliding his fingers under her dress and up to her underwear. She already knew what he was planning so she wasted no time in climbing on his lap and getting comfortable, “You know I’d love that.”

“As much as it is tempting.” she chuckles, “We both know that painting will be the last thing in our minds.” she runs her fingers over his tee, over his pecs and down his stomach, “Which ah, well, I’m not complaining about.” Beatrice drapes her arms around his shoulders,pressing their foreheads together and looking into his eyes, “We just have to be…careful, the doctor said we can do that until I reach seven or eight months, sooo…”

“Oh?”

She huffs, pushing his face playfully when he just looked way too interested at that. “Don’t start…I’m just saying that,well,we can manage some things.” she shrugs, pressing another kiss to his lips and letting him rub her ass with both of his hands, thumbs pointed upwards to her lower back, “And it’ll be fun…and healthy.”

“...our date is this weekend.”

“What?”

“Yeah, this weekend.”

She blinks in shock, “But,I thought you planned for next week-”

“Yes, well,I changed my mind,I can make a couple calls and make sure it’s all good for when we get there.” he says in a hurry, not daring to hide his excitement dripping in every word. “I haven’t touched you in…months,do you blame me?” he purses his lips, gently dragging his fingers over her skin as if following every curve like it was a road less traveled, “And I missed you…”

Beatrice chuckles softly, cupping his cheeks in her hands and bringing their lips together “Alright, just let me call my parents and we’ll deal with that alright? So they can stay with Nikki,” slowly she climbs off his lap, much to his complaint but he allows her to do so while leaning back on the couch, spreading his arms on the back and smirking up at her, “Stop it.”

“What?”

“I know what you are doing.”

“And what am I doing?”

She narrows her eyes, “You are teasing me.” and she pokes his chest a few times, “Stop it.” she does however, giggles, walking towards the backpack and continuing her search for the box of charcoals.

Rooster grins mischievously, enjoying the playful banter between them. He feigns innocence, his hands raised in mock surrender. "Teasing? Me? Never."

Beatrice raises an eyebrow, unconvinced. "Oh really?" she challenges, leaning close only to poke his chest one more time. "I think you enjoy it just as much as I do."

“Oh,fine, you got me.” he sighs, dropping his head back and only looking up when he sees Jolene trotting by with a letter in her mouth. Strange, she had never got any letters before and he wondered what made her do that. She was holding it so delicately too, just biting the corner of it so there’s no drool on the envelope.

Bradley hums, straightening himself and holding out his hand, “What’s that,girl?” she comes closer,tail wagging, gently setting the letter on his open palm. He looks down at it for a few seconds, then he sees his name on the letter…and he sees something else. “...wait.’

“What?”

“This is for me.”

She leans closer tilting her head, “Oh?”

“I…” he pauses, “This looks official.” and as much as his hands shake as he gently pried it open,he couldn’t help himself. It’s neatly folded, it’s a letter. The last time he got something like this he was promoted to lieutenant and at the same time he was ripping it open, his phone buzzed with a message but he wasn’t going to check it right now.

Beatrice sits down next to him, rubbing Jolene’s huge head with her brows furrowed, “What?” her husband opens the folded letter and all color drains from his face, “What? Rooster what’s happening?”

He inhales shakily, “I…I uh…I got promoted.”

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