#dw hes usually paying attention to what shes saying

[missescalientee]

Precursor to this

They were sort of already "together" just not exclusive or dating just hanging in the air.

If you ask them who asked who out first they're both gonna say "I did!" And then have a very confusing conversation about it

Happy Valentine's Day, especially to @broppysblog who especially wanted more of these two XD

[olderthannetfic]

There is something confusing to me about older queer people (which is to say, older than I am, at a relatively young 24 years old) who get mad at original fiction whose worldbuilding involves neopronouns. I'm hoping maybe, ONTF, since you've been in queer spaces a lot longer than I have, you can explain why people have such a negative reaction to the idea.

Basically, I'm working on a novel based that takes white-throated sparrow biology and uses it for building blocks in the same way A/B/O takes (now debunked) wolf science and used it for building blocks. This means there are essentially four genders, the two viewed as more intelligent (brown-haired men and women) and the two viewed as more physical (white-haired men and women). Those two groups then get further divided along the lines of 'women are better at making smart decisions under pressure' and 'men are better at staying home and defending the children, as God intended'.

So it seemed natural to me that this worldwide quaternary system would result in at least some languages having pronoun sets for each of the four options. Some languages in real life have more complicated pronoun systems than that, particularly ones where there's a bunch of formal and informal pronouns. It'd also help the reader keep track of who was a part of what group without my having to turn around and state people's coloration constantly. Yes, these people are human, just as humans in A/B/O are, but society is fundamentally very different. I'm not throwing this in to just complicate things or sound smart or something. It's here because my minoring in Anthropology and majoring in Linguistics taught me language usage reflects the needs and values of a people.

The writing group I'm a part of IRL is mostly queer, mostly 40+, with some cishet women who are also present and active writers. The writing group I'm a part of on DW is mostly DWRPers, in their 30's and up, though no older than 50, and entirely queer. I did not expect these to be groups that were uncomfortable with the idea of "different world, different pronouns".

Instead the reception has ranged from suggestions it's pretentious or overthinking things to requests I reconsider doing it. I've been informed this could be seen as mocking the real life queer people who go by pronouns other than she, he, or they. One person asked if this was went to be me "artificially justifying" nonbinary pronouns and implying I didn't find them valid in the real world. That was an awkward conversation, to say the least.

In reality I wasn't really thinking about real life people who use nonbinary pronouns when I was writing. I was just asking, "Logically, wouldn't it make sense for things to work very differently under a quarternary than it does under a modern European binary?" and following my brain along to its' conclusions as it processed that.

I have gotten zero negative feedback from my queer friends my age regarding this. So obviously, generation and the experiences informing a generational context are key, here. I'm just... still lost on how anyone finds this objectionable.

Help?

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Ahaha. Oh god.

Well, as a reader of sff in the 90s, the first reaction I have to such things is "IS THERE A CONLANG AND A MAP?" Because, man, the conlang people were some of the most tedious motherfuckers I ever had to deal with in sff spaces.

But broadly... I think the reasons queer people get annoyed about this stuff boil down to a couple of big factors:

Disrespectful children who don't know history

Idiot old people harrumphing about "history" they clearly failed to pay attention to while it was going on in the first place

I personally hate being asked to use new words most of the time. A few bits of fandom slang I'll pick up at once, but I'm usually like "Why would I call it 'spirk'? We already have 'K/S'!" *shakes cane*

If you're American, they're your "roommate", not your "flatmate". No, I don't care how much more precise this foreign term is, you pretentious wanker. (But then I'll use 'wanker' because fandom adopted that years ago...)

So my reaction to being asked to say aloud any pronoun not in very frequent circulation in my offline life is "Urrrgh. Do I have to?"

However, the reality is that people have been messing around with pronouns in English since forever. Do you see 'heo' in Modern English? No, you do not! (Not that it was gender neutral, but the point is that even words as ancient as pronouns have changed quite a bit.) The early internet was full of pronoun stuff in MUDs and the like. You had a choice of a lot more than just three in a bunch of these. People besides men and women have always been in queer communities.

So some people like to cry about neopronouns being actually neo, and they're just wrong.

As for the why do you care part...

There is a nasty habit in contemporary queer spaces to act like gay rights issues are solved. Bisexuality? Passe! etc. Gays and lesbians finally got a little mainstream acceptance only to suddenly be treated like the worst of the establishment by the queer youth. How dare?!?! It's even more egregious with bisexuality where the focus of a bunch of queer activism finally swung that way in the 90s... only to be sharply cut off in the 00s.

There's a real "You already got yours. Where's mine?" vibe to some queer discourse today, and it's directed at people who never got theirs. It shows up in demands for mentorship by people who've barely had a chance to escape a rocky start and figure out who they are themselves. It shows up in yowling about this or that bit of queer media we finally got not being progressive because it's the wrong letter of the acronym.

None of which has a damn thing to do with what pronouns you use in your novel, obviously, but I think some unresolved embattled feelings are why some older queer people are very weird about pronouns.

Some of them are also doing the old person version of throwing the weirdos under the bus to placate the normies. Respectability politics became a term long before the behavior was rife on tumblr.

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If someone really does find it pretentious, though, and not just as a cover for crying about nonbinary identities being fake, I suspect they just remember how 1970s SFF was full of privileged anthropology students misunderstanding kinship systems from elsewhere in the world and then trying to tell everyone how ~deep~ their extremely contrived novels based on them were.

I'm not saying your writing is like this or that every one of these old sff novels was either, but when I hear "anthropology student", I groan internally. It's an instinctive reaction. It's less about the real fields and more about the bevvy of dilettantes I've run into over the years who'll say they study those things but really want to talk my ear off about Joseph fucking Campbell or the strong form of the Sapir-Whorf hypothesis or something.

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Those birds are a really cool source of inspiration. Like with A/B/O, the first thing I wonder is how queerness works in that context and how much people like to defy their designated roles.

Omegaverse started on porn logic, so "The one I say tops always tops!" makes sense. When it gets expanded to try to make it make logical sense as a whole world, I often enjoy it, but it can break down quickly if treated as biology is law. I don't know how often the birds veer off of their set patterns, but humans certainly would.

One place where I get a strong "Oh god, this again" feeling from people's plotbunnies is when they're trying to make up a sff society that strikes me as too rigid in a way that real humans aren't. I'll see people using fake wolf biology (not just for horny reasons) but never looking at what's going on with gender in contemporary Thailand or whatever. Like... Le Guin may have made sedoretus feel plausible, but nobody I've ever seen stanning the concept as something fandom should play with has. That's probably because Le Guin was using over-complicated social norms as a thing that breaks down and causes trouble, and "This should be the next A/B/O!" posts are treating it as something that actually works and is a good way to get the pair you don't ship separated while shipping poly.

"It'd also help the reader keep track of who was a part of what group without my having to turn around and state people's coloration constantly."

This, in particular, gives me that cold shudder of recognition from when Homestuck fandom was everywhere and everyone wanted to over-explain those stupid playing card suits and why I should care.

Your concept sounds neat, and I think a set of four pronouns could easily make sense there...

But I also think that if people need the pronouns to keep track of coloration, you haven't set up a system that feels organic enough or haven't given enough cues about how characters are treating each other or why. Use the pronouns too, but just keep that in mind. It's like the "m/m is hard because the pronouns don't tell me whose hand is where" problem. It's almost never actually a pronoun problem.

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Anyone else have thoughts here?

[moonyasnow]

MALEK'S OUTFIT IS DONE!

(also dw I was super close to having it finished anyway so finishing it didn't strain my eyes much)

I'm sooooo proud of this one~ Especially the Prosthetic and rapier(his favorite sword— he has many)

He's trained to be able to wield his rapier with both his left arm and with his prosthetic, so that he can fight even if he doesn't have said prosthetic. The prosthetic does make things a bit easier for him, though.

MORE YAPPING ABOUT THE PROSTHETIC UNDER THE CUT!! bc damn I yap enough about his daily routine in this post already

But the basic gist is: this is only his BATTLE prosthetic, so only uses it in battle. He has other prosthetics for other uses since he's a prince who can afford that. HE NEVER WEARS THEM TO BED!

Also I tried to strike a balance in the design between 'soldier/knight' and 'prince who needs to at least look presentable'

Also updating with all the current expressions

I really like that fact that, Malek, in appearance, resembles Malleus a LOT. But his expressions look a lot closer to Irina's.

Autistic man with an extremely rigid routine

If you've ever seen those videos from the fake, satirical news program 'The Onion' and their series about 'Autistic reporter Michael Falk'... Malek would also be enchanted by the rigid routine of prisons.

Malek just lives out this fantasy by living like a soldier.

Also! From what I can gleam in-game, it seems like Malleus, Lilia and Sebek, being 'nocturnal fae' are actually nocturnal, and awake at night rather than in the day. Malleus states in his New year's card's lines that waking up in the morning is difficult for him, and he is also known to go on a lot of walks at night, during which he never appears tired.

He gets up at 17:00/5PM— around two hours before most of his family— has breakfast after getting dressed and making his bed, and is never finished after 17:45. Then from 17:45-18:00 he stretches, after which he trains until 20:00/8PM. Then he goes to sit with his family while they eat breakfast, taking something small for himself too, though always leaves at 20:30, even if they're not all done. Then he dedicates his time until 00:00/Midnight with miscellaneous tasks, such as helping other soldiers train. If there's no one to help, he checks to make sure the weapon storage isn't missing anything, and that everything inside is organized. He does keep this part of his day less rigid, knowing that something might pop up in regards to his other duties as a prince, which are— to his chagrin— never possible to predict.

Then he has lunch with his family at 00:00, leaving at 01:00 instead, to have more time with them. If something comes up that would make the family not have lunch at that time, Malek still does. He always brings something small with him, like an apple, to make sure he can always eat SOME kind of lunch at his usual time, even if it isn't very filling. Otherwise everything just feels wrong.

Then he goes on patrol for an hour. Though since this is not usually very serious, more like a walk, or to break up any arguments he comes across, sometimes his sister Maleah joins him for part of this walk, and they just talk a bit. Or more like she talks at him. He responds when asked for his opinion on something, though isn't very social outside of that. Partly due to not liking to do things he considers useless, but also due to often not knowing what to say that isn't going into a tirade about military organization, historic military practices, or the history of sword-making, or swordsmanship in general.

Maleah knows this very well, and doesn't mind him not responding a lot, being very well aware he's still paying attention.

Then from 02:00 until around 06:00/6AM, he alots the time to any social events he'd been invited to— seeing it as his duty as a prince to show up. Or if no such invitations have been sent his way, he spends it with his family members. Most often he ends up spending that time with Maleah, the two just relaxing in her drawing room (Malek would have had a drawing room too, if he'd wanted it, but he declined, wanting his personal chambers to be used for sleeping only), Malek maybe taking the time to do maintenance on one of his swords or one of his sets of armor.

If Maleah is busy rehearsing for a show, or one of his other family members finds him first, he spends time with someone else. Most often either one of his uncles— Sebek and Silver— or his youngest siblings Malissa and Malindt. Malissa often comes to ask him to play, since he never says no unless he already has plans. She often uses the opportunity to make him do something 'silly' none of their other siblings want to do, since she never even has convince Malek to give it his all and put a lot of effort into it.

Then from 05:00-06:30 he trains. Then he stretches until 07:00, after which he goes to bed.

PROSTHETIC STUFF!

This is specifically his battle prosthetic— it being made of metal makes it heavier. He is VERY strong due to training every single day- routine is very important to him— but the arm is still too heavy to be very comfortable in more day-to-day use. So he only uses this prosthetic when he's going to be dueling against someone, or for training to be able to use it in battle

It's attached to his right arm with a strap that's under the sleeve, hence why you can't see it in this image— and those strips wrap around his torso, too, to keep it securely in place. These straps do get very uncomfortable, though, which is another part in why he limits his use of this specific prosthetic.

After that, he uses magic to move it around. So in that sense, it COULD be more manouverable than a non-magic prosthetic would be, allowing him more ease of movement in his fingers— but since this prosthetic's fingers only needs to be able to grip securely onto a sword, that wasn't included in the design, and so the fingers are quite stiff. But the magic is very useful in allowing him to easily move the upper and lower parts of it— the extra help is needed since his real arm ends around his chest, so it's not long enough to be easily able to move a heavy metal arm, nor would the movements of an entire arm be something it'd be used to and have muscle memory for.

These straps do get very uncomfortable, though, which is another part in why he limits his use of this specific prosthetic.

He has other prosthetics, which he can afford due to being a prince— most people can only afford one, if even that. He has one specifically for writing, and one for doing tasks requiring finer motor skills— such as, for example, tying knots. Those do have more finely tuned control of the fingers.

And he always takes off his prosthetics before bed, and often when he's just spending time with family, too.

Tag list :) Since I'm really proud of this outfit and wanna yap to people about it lol

Tag list: @another-random-paradise @thehollowwriter @faefum @cactus13-rolloflammesimp @beneathsakurashade

@nyx-of-night @theolivetree123 @babyghoul138 @skibidibabygirl @screamintoad

@gingacat @buttholesparkles @scint1llat3 @jadelover69 @angelwishess

@crimsonrose34 @nerenda @chillygourami

[famwhy]

Judging Aunties

Spiderman: Across the Spiderverse

Hobie Brown X South Asian!F!Reader

Synopsis: you just wanted to enjoy a nice family gathering with your boyfriend but of course your very rude and judgy aunties had to say something because why would they ever let you be happy? Luckily for you, Hobie loved you too much to let them get in the way. (In other words, Hobie being such a comforting and supportive boyfriend.)

Warnings: minor panic attack (I think?) and there will be depictions of racism in this fic as I can't lie to you, lots of South Asian aunties are very judgy when you bring someone that isn't South Asian to a family meet. I do not condone it, nor do I excuse it. This fic is here to condemn it.

Note: I encourage you to read this even if you aren't South Asian as I'd love to share the experiences of south asians to those of you that don't know much. One of the huge, glaring issues is how judging older aunties can be if you decide to date a guy that isn't brown as well and I wanted to write this fic to highlight that issue. Of course, there are many delights about being south asian too but this fic is focusing on one issue. And dw, Hobie tells them to suck it. (Also, the reader is bengali specifically in this.)

The eyes. You could feel them, boring straight into your back—sending whatever voodoo evil-eye shit they could your way.

And all for what? 'Cause you had a boyfriend that looked different to them? Spoke differently and had different mannerisms? So fucking what? He loved you and you loved him, wasn't that enough?

"Ayo," you heard his voice faintly, and you felt guilty when you couldn't help but pay more attention to their gazes on you, "I'm gonna go grab us some'in to eat, yeah?"

You nodded but your eyes stayed cloudy, barely focusing on if he had left yet or not. Though, judging by the muttering voices that grew louder—he was gone and the aunties were approaching.

"Y/N, beti, was that your new... boyfriend?"

Ugh, her voice sounded like nails against a chalkboard to your ears. And—somehow—she made the usually nice-sounding accent that coated her tongue, seem god-awful.

"Yeah, what of it?" You crossed your arms, narrowing your eyes in her direction.

"Nothing... just... did it not work out with Rohan? I thought that boy was quite nice."

Here we go.

"No, fufu, Rohan didn't work out."

"That's a shame. He's training to be a doctor, you know—"

Is that so? I didn't know that after the hundreds of times you already told me, auntie.

"—a perfect marriage candidate."

"Mhm, good for him." You dismissed her with a light wave of your hand, barely managing to keep yourself from sinking your nails into her flesh right then and there.

Though, even your restrained actions were enough to cause her to narrow her own eyes at you. "Does your bhai know you're with... him?"

"He's the first person I told."

"He's the first person you told?"—and so the judging continues—"tor maa baaf khene khoysona foila?" ("why didn't you tell your mum and dad first?")

Your eye twitched. "They were also among the first I told."

"And they approved?"

The lion, the witch, and the audacity of this bitch.

"Why wouldn't they approve?"

"Well, you know—"

"There a problem, ladies?" Lo and behold, the person of interest had made his way back over to you, a plate of your mother's freshly baked samosas in one hand, his other hand resting by his side.

You lit up at his appearance, practically gliding over to him as your salwar kameez jingled with every step you took, emphasising your joy further as your arms looped around his neck and you rested your head against his chest.

His steady heartbeat was always comforting to listen to; always calmed your nerves.

"I can't lie, love, you're looking sweet in dat dress styll."

You giggled, feeling yourself turn into putty from just his one compliment. Even just his presence was enough to melt your bones and render you into an immovable pond of gooey mush, eyes practically turning into hearts as you endlessly swooned.

"And you are...?"

But, of course, all good things must come to an end.

"My name's Hobie, Hobie Brown." He held his hand out to her and when she merely looked at it with narrowed eyes, you could feel your grip tighten around his neck.

"Listen, my niece is very gentle—"

"Gen'le?" He interrupted her, incredulous. "This one? Are you mad?"

"Hobie!" You whined but buried your head into his chest to hide the growing smile on your lips that would give away your true feelings.

"What? It's a compliment, you're a mad ting, you know? Enough to make a big man stumble."

Another sickening, little school-girl giggle left your mouth and you could already envision your aunties scrunching their noses up in distaste at the blatant display of affection but—honestly?—you didn't give a fuck. You were in Hobie's arms and that was all that mattered.

"What is with all your... piercings? Are you in a gang?"

Okay, what did she just say?

You were fully ready to just snap at her but Hobie beat you to speaking first. "Nah, I don't do that gang shit."

"Fufu, I think you need to leave." You turned your head her way, grip tightening even further as your brows caved in tenfold; red, hot rage flowing through your veins.

You were about to pull away—give her a piece of your mind and forcefully make her leave—but, Hobie looped an arm around your waist and prevented you from creating any distance with him.

When you looked up to address him, however, you noticed how he wasn't looking at you—instead, he was staring right at your auntie, lips shaped into a straight line. "Just say you don't like me da'ing her 'cause I'm black, yeah?"

Woah.

Your auntie gritted her teeth, nostrils flaring as she fiercely huffed, raising one pointer finger his way in her rage as she parted her lips, ready to let out another one of her long, bitchy speeches.

But Hobie wasn't having it, and so, shut her right up when he turned his head back your way, tilting your chin and meeting your lips in a sudden—and extremely passionate—kiss.

Your eyes stayed open long enough for you to catch a glimpse of him raising his middle finger up and sending it right her way before you smirked and melted straight into him.

Despite the kiss being done to prove a point, it still didn't feel any less magical as every other kiss with him. Hobie was the only one who could ever make you feel this way—and you adored him for it, regardless of what some stuck-up auntie had to say.

When he finally pulled away (much to your dismay), he turned back over to your auntie, who stood there with her mouth hung open, and said, "do me a favour, yeah? Fuck off."

And soon, you were tugged off, away from the multiple pairs of eyes that belonged to all your other relatives in the room and towards another empty one instead.

Though, as Hobie led you over to the couch, you couldn't help but feel a wave of a certain strong emotion you felt when you brought your last non-brown lover over to a family gathering; a wave so strong, you had to voice it.

"I get it."

"Huh?"

"If you don't wanna be with me anymore—I get it. My aunties are really overbearing and South Asian culture is really, really unwelcome to other races so I—" a lump formed in your throat and you could barely finish uttering your sentence, unable to push past the stupid thing.

"Woah, woah, woah, what are you on about, love?" Hobie's voice sounded concerned but he was probably just trying to be sweet, he would leave you just like your past lover did—and all because of a dumb family gathering. God, how could you be so stupid? You shouldn't have taken him in the first place.

"It's just—" you choked up, vision blurring as your heart constricted and it got harder and harder to breathe.

"Woah, look at me, love. Look at me." His hands placed themselves on your shoulders as he levelled with you, making your nerves relax a little just by the sight of his face. "Breathe with me."

You followed the movement of his chest, breathing in rhythm with him until your vision cleared up and your words finally found you again.

"It's just that— my last boyfriend left me because of my aunties and— and— I don't want you to leave me too."

Please don't leave, I love you too much, Hobie.

"I would never leave you 'cause of some jarring prick that's part of your family. Ever."

You blinked. "Really? Not even 'cause I'm Desi?"

"What are you chatting 'bout? My guy Pav is Indian, you don't see me not bein' 'is mate 'cause of that."

He made a good point.

"Look, yeah, Y/N? I love you. No ma'er what. Never forget that."

And it was at that moment where you, Y/N L/N, found yourself falling in love with Hobie Brown all over again.

"I love you too, Hobie."

(Note: If I catch any comments that undermine this experience or call me racist for writing about this behaviour and calling it out, I will delete them and block the commenter. I take this very seriously and I hope you are mature enough to also do so. That's all, have a good day.)

[loveaurdeepression]

O my gosh do you think you can do a Miguel x teen reader. Where the reader has been in a depressed mood lately and no one can figure out what's wrong till they reveal that their headphones broke on their last mission and it was the last thing their remaining family member gave to them before they died and they blaime themselves for not being more careful with them.

Headphones-Miguel O’Hara x teen!reader.

As someone who’s emotionally attached to her heradpjones yes I can and will write this. Thank you all so much for the love and support from my last post! I’ll be taking a short break after this and I hope you all like it! Please comment and reblog if you do :D love you<3333

Warnings: Implied Hobie brown x reader; mostly fluff dw, crying.

ART BY THE AMAZING @thattripleabattery

“Is it just me, or is something off about her?” Miles nods towards you who is sitting all alone away from and sipping juice desolately as they all listen to Miguel’s newest monthly goal meeting.

“Something looks off about her, like something’s missing.” Gwen narrows her eyes at your figure.

You just keep nodding at intervals and try to pay attention but all you can think about are the headphones your brother had given you.

You considered them an extension of you, going so far as to even sometimes wear them during light missions while you waited for the threat to show up.

Your last mission had been gruelling, so bad to the point that both Jess and your dad had suggested you take a break from fighting to recuperate.

You were so devastated on the inside, all you did was just nod.

You knew that Miguel knew you were off. It was obvious that you joked less and acted tired. Not to mention the little amount of sleep you got.

It was stupid really, all this drama over a pair of headphones. Yet, they were the last connection you had to your brothers and it felt like you had truly lost your family when they broke into two.

Your mind was literally empty as you nodded at whatever Miguel was saying. You just dipped your juice and kept zoning in and out. It felt wrong that they weren’t there around your neck where they usually were.

Miguel started to notice your constant fidgeting and the way your hands kept rubbing your neck. He had also noticed your dull nature and the way your sweet smile stopped making its way onto your face.

Even to his lamest dad jokes, you’d respond with a huff and small twist of your lips.

As he wrapped up the plan, his eyes flit to yours and he saw you still nodding, your eyes glassy.

He takes a deep breath, “Dismissed, all of you leave. Now.”

The shuffle of chairs fills the room as everyone files out one by one.

He says your name, “Stay back.” And turns around to look at the hologram.

Miles and Gwen look at each other and then at you, who breathes in and nods without a word.

Once everyone has left, he turns back around to find you looking at him with your hands behind your back.

“What happened?” He asks and you sign.

“Nothing.”

“It’s rude to lie.”

“Manners maketh man and all that jazz.” You reply with a roll of your eyes.

“Seriously.” He raises his eyebrow and his hand rests on your shoulder, “You okay?”

“Yeah, god I’m fine! I was just an irresponsible shit and I broke my headphones.”

His eyebrows furrow, “The ones your brother gave you?”

You clench your jaw and nod, eyes smarting as you struggle not to cry at the thought.

He shrugs, “They’re just headphones, kid. You can always get another.”

You just scoffed, “Yeah, I know.”

“I mean, you get it right?”he tips his down to make a point.

“Yeah, yeah whatever.” You smile wryly and turn away so that he can miss the tear forming in your eye, “Cool, I’ll uh catch you later boss man.”

He stares after your retreating figure with remorse, did he say something wrong?

“You dumb idiot.” Lyla pops up.

“What?” He snarls, whirling to look at her.

“She was really attached to those headphones, Miguel.”

“She can always get new ones, Lyla. I’m getting them for her anyway.”

“Miguel it’s as if her brother died all over again.” Lyla replies firmly, “She’s hurting, ans you made her feel worse.”

Miguel hangs his head, “Shit.”

The last thing he wanted to do was hurt you, but after years of shutting himself out, he didn’t understand people’s feelings like he used to, and he wanted with every fibre of his being to cheer you up, and he managed to screw it up.

“You need to go apologise and fix this.” Lyla points towards the doorway.

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“It’s okay. Let it all out.” Hobie’s soothing voice is calming as his hand travels up and down your back to soothe you.

You breathe deeply before letting out another broken sob that only makes you more embarrassed, and in front of Hobie of all people. The guy just oozed absolute “don’t care” energy while still simultaneously being one of the most caring people you’d ever met.

Your apologies are hushed and he takes your face between his hands and wipes your tears from your cheeks, “You look pretty even when you cry.”

You roll your eyes, “Shut up.”

You hug him again, “Thank you.”

“I know what it’s like to lose something like that, and I’m sorry. But I know you will get over it and I salute you for being so brave.” He winks, “I’ve gotta run, catch you later.”

He quickly kisses your forehead and dashes off, leaving you stunned. After a few moments, a smile makes its way onto your puffy face.

“I’m going to kill that kid.” Miguel seethes as he watches from the camera.

———-

You were exhausted after a long day of training and you couldn’t wait to just go and fall asleep in your quarters.

The door swung open easily and your eyes flitted to the shabbily wrapped present on your bed. The bed that was unmade in the morning but was miraculously made and cleaned now.

Your eyes narrow as you tear away the wrapping to find a near identical pair of headphones to the ones that broke and your eyes widen in shock as you hold them up in front of you.

There’s a post-it stuck to the wrapping paper and you read the note that is unmistakably written by Miguel. You can recognise his chicken scratch handwriting.

“Im sorry for hurting your feelings this morning. And I hope this makes up for it. Don’t blame yourself, it was an accident and accidents happen. Im proud that you learnt your mistake and that you act so wise for your age, despite the fact that you decide to go to a weird British punk spider for advice, I am still proud of you. No es tu culpa, none of this is your fault.

Love,

Dad.”

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“She seems to be in a much better mood today.” Gwen nudges Miles.

“She’s smiling and trying to get him to laugh.” Miles grins at your antics.

“Wait her headphones! They were missing, they’re back around her neck, that’s probably why she was in a shitty mood!” Pavitr reasons as Gwen nods in agreement.

“Are the three of you paying attention?” Miguel looks pointedly at the three kids and his glare then falls in Hobie who is seated next to you.

“Everyone dismissed!”

As everyone files out he says yet again, “Hobart, stay back.”

[alilixx]

Henyoo!! :3 Can I please request a House M.D. married polyamorous Hudson (House x Cuddy x Wilson) AU and them having two daughters together? Maybe half domestic fluff at home and half ridiculous shenanigans at the hospital with House's DDX team finding out about all of this by slowly piecing together clues? Much appreciation if you do this one, thanks in advance! XD <3

Ahah i love the idea! First time i didn't write about a character x Reader but why not (i love them sm too dw).

The throuple was pure chaos, at least on the inside, but from the outside, no one would have guessed, except for House and those close to him, like his team. Of course, it took some time for it to become obvious. Cameron was the first to notice the small detail that seemed insignificant: how often Wilson and Cuddy were eating together.

For Wilson, this didn't seem unusual. He was used to eating with his patients, with House, with everyone, really. But Cuddy? Cuddy was the type to eat alone, stuck in her office between meetings or while catching up on paperwork. Seeing her in the cafeteria, and not just to scold House, but actually having lunch with Wilson, was the first clue that Cameron picked up on.

At first, she didn’t pay much attention, thinking it was perhaps just a coincidence. But as days went by, the lunches became more frequent. Cameron then began to observe, mentally noting these moments that were multiplying: a shared coffee break here, a knowing smile there, conversations that seemed longer and more animated than usual. She talked to Chase and Foreman about it, who initially shrugged, skeptical. "You're imagining things," Chase would say. "Wilson is sociable; Cuddy and he are probably just talking about the hospital and the stress House causes them."

But for Cameron, there was more to it. She knew Cuddy and Wilson well enough to know that it wasn’t just about work. And then there was House, who, while always hiding his true feelings behind a cynical facade, seemed a bit more irritable every time Cuddy and Wilson were together. The looks he gave when he caught them laughing, whispering secrets, all of this only strengthened Cameron's suspicions.

Of course, the young woman tried to bring it up with the team again. After observing Wilson, Cuddy, and House for several weeks, Cameron could no longer ignore the signs. The muffled laughter, the knowing glances, and those meetings in the cafeteria that seemed to last a bit longer than they should. Something was off, and she couldn’t keep it to herself any longer. One morning, while the team was gathered in the diagnostic room, she decided to bring up the subject.

"Have you noticed anything strange with House, Wilson, and Cuddy lately?" she asked, breaking the silence as Foreman and Chase were reviewing the latest results of a patient.

Chase looked up, intrigued. "You mean apart from the fact that they all act weird most of the time?"

Foreman, always pragmatic, frowned. "I see where you're going with this, Cameron. They do seem closer. But that doesn’t mean anything. They've always been close friends."

Cameron shook her head. "No, it’s different this time. I’ve seen them together several times, and it wasn’t just work conversations. There’s something more. And House... he seems strangely calm when the three of them are together. As if he knows something we don’t."

This revelation caught Chase's attention. "What are you suggesting? That we start our own little investigation on our colleagues?" Cameron shrugged. "I just want to understand what’s going on. And I’m sure you’ve noticed things too."

At first, Foreman and Chase remained skeptical, but little by little, they started paying more attention to the interactions between House, Wilson, and Cuddy. What seemed like simple coincidences became harder to ignore: exchanged smiles, moments of silence that seemed to say a lot, and the way they synchronized without even speaking. As the weeks went by, the mystery deepened.

Eventually, the team couldn’t resist the temptation to conduct their own investigations. They began asking subtle questions, closely monitoring their habits, and exchanging theories. All this was done without the trio realizing they were the subject of an unofficial investigation.

But of course, nothing really escaped House. He quickly started to notice that his team was particularly curious about him, and he mentioned it to Wilson and Cuddy. One evening, the three of them met in Cuddy’s office, laughing about the situation.

"You really let them think they could figure us out?" Wilson asked, laughing. House smiled, amused. "Why not? It keeps them busy. And besides, it’s quite entertaining to watch them try to play detectives."

Cuddy shook her head, a smile on her lips. "They won’t give up until they know the truth. You know that, House." House shrugged. "Maybe. But it’s not like they could ever understand what we have, anyway."

Months passed, and as the team continued searching for clues, the throuple increasingly enjoyed their attempts. The tension of keeping their relationship secret became less and less burdensome because they knew that as long as they were together, they could overcome anything.

One day, news changed everything. Cuddy announced to Wilson and House that she had decided to adopt a little girl, Rachel. It was a decision she had thought about for a long time, and she knew it would change their dynamic, but she felt ready.

Wilson smiled when he heard the news. "Rachel, huh? That's a beautiful name." House, surprisingly, seemed moved. "You know this is going to make everything even more complicated, right?"

Cuddy nodded. "I know. But I think it’s the right thing to do. And I want both of you to be there, for her and for me." Wilson took Cuddy's hand in his, and House joined them, placing his hand on theirs.

In the days following Rachel's arrival in Cuddy's life, the throuple, of course, was different now. At first, they had to adapt to this new presence, this little girl who demanded all the attention and time Cuddy could give her. House and Wilson, although not really knowing how to handle a baby, did their best to support Cuddy in her new life as a mother.

One sunny Saturday afternoon, Cuddy suggested taking Rachel to the park. She thought it would be a good opportunity for all of them to relax a bit. House, who wasn’t particularly thrilled about the idea of spending time in a crowded park, grumbled a bit but eventually gave in to Cuddy’s persistent request.

When they arrived at the park, Wilson quickly spread out a blanket on the grass while Cuddy placed Rachel on the ground, surrounded by a few colorful toys. House sat down next to them, his sunglasses hiding part of his face, observing the scene with a feigned look of indifference.

Rachel, curious about her new surroundings, started crawling on the blanket, grabbing one of her toys and chewing on it happily. Wilson smiled, amused by the little girl’s boundless energy.

"She seems to be having a good time," Wilson said, turning to Cuddy, who was watching Rachel with obvious tenderness.

"Yes," she replied, her eyes shining with pride. "I think she likes being outside. She’s so curious about everything."

House, who had been silently observing the scene, suddenly leaned forward and grabbed one of Rachel's toys. He held it up in front of her, shaking it slightly to catch her attention. Rachel, intrigued, reached out for the toy, bursting into laughter when House lifted it out of her reach.

Wilson laughed. "You know, you could at least try to be nice." House shrugged, a sly smile on his face. "I’m just teaching her a life lesson: you can’t always get what you want."Cuddy rolled her eyes but smiled nonetheless. "Yes, but maybe we could be a bit gentler with her, don’t you think?"

House looked at Rachel, who was staring at him with innocent curiosity, and he felt something inside him relax a little. He lowered the toy and handed it to Rachel, who grabbed it joyfully, letting out a little cry of victory. "I guess I can make an exception," he murmured, more to himself than to anyone else.

Of course, there were plenty of little cute moments like that. Especially with Rachel, people who didn’t know them might think House wasn’t affectionate, given the love Wilson and Cuddy showed Rachel, but it was the opposite.

She and Wilson crossed paths in the hallway, clearly exhausted. "What are we going to do about Rachel?" Cuddy asked, worried. "I can’t leave the hospital right now, and she can’t be left alone any longer."

Wilson quickly thought through possible solutions. "I could call someone, maybe a friend, but it will take time..."

House, who happened to be passing by, caught their conversation. "Looking for someone to babysit the little terror?" he asked with his usual sarcastic tone, but there was a hint of something else in his voice, something softer.

Cuddy and Wilson exchanged a glance. They knew House wasn’t exactly the first choice for looking after a baby, but they were out of options.

"House, would you be willing to take care of Rachel tonight?" Cuddy asked, her voice tinged with both hope and doubt. House rolled his eyes but sighed. "Yeah, why not. I don’t have anything better to do anyway."

So House found himself driving to Cuddy’s house. He couldn’t help but smile, imagining what his team would think if they saw him in this situation. Upon arriving, he entered cautiously, not wanting to wake Rachel if she was already asleep.

Rachel was awake, sitting in her playpen with her toys, and as soon as she saw House, she let out a little cry of joy. House couldn’t help but smile despite himself. "Well, looks like you’re stuck with me tonight, kiddo."

He sat down next to her and watched her play for a while. Rachel, with her usual energy, began reaching out toys towards him, babbling happily. House, unfamiliar with this kind of play, clumsily tried to participate, shaking the toys as he had seen Cuddy and Wilson do.

Minutes turned into hours, and soon, Rachel began showing signs of tiredness. House gently picked her up, rocking her as he had seen Cuddy do. Against all odds, Rachel quickly calmed down, resting her head on his shoulder, her eyes slowly closing.

House found himself on the couch, lying down with Rachel cuddled against him. He was surprised to find himself enjoying this unexpected moment of calm, the comforting warmth of the little girl against him. Before long, the fatigue from his day overcame him, and he fell asleep, Rachel peacefully asleep in his arms.

Wilson and Cuddy arrived a few hours later, exhausted from their long day at the hospital. Entering quietly into the house, Cuddy signaled Wilson to be quieter so as not to wake Rachel. They walked down the hallway to the living room, expecting to find House probably slumped on the couch, feet on the coffee table.

What they saw stopped them in their tracks. There, on the couch, House was lying down, Rachel nestled against his chest, her little arms around him. Both were sleeping deeply, their breaths synchronized in a soothing rhythm.

Cuddy put a hand to her mouth, her eyes wide with surprise. "I never would have thought I’d see this," she murmured, a tender smile forming on her lips.

Wilson also smiled, warmth filling his heart as he saw the scene in front of them. "Who would have thought House could be so... gentle?" he whispered, approaching the couch carefully.

Cuddy came closer too, trying not to make any noise. She crouched down softly next to the couch, watching Rachel, peaceful in House's arms. It was an unexpected but beautiful image, and she felt her heart swell with tenderness.

"Should we wake them?" Wilson asked in a low voice, hesitating to break this peaceful moment. Cuddy shook her head, the smile still on her face. "No, let's leave them. They both look comfortable. And besides, it's nice to see House like this."

They stayed there for a moment, just watching, soaking in the unexpected tenderness of the scene. Finally, Cuddy gently draped a blanket over them, covering Rachel and House, before standing up. "I'll prepare something to eat. We can wake them up gently afterward."

Wilson nodded, following Cuddy into the kitchen, casting one last fond glance at House and Rachel. That evening, they had seen another side of House, a softer side.

It was rare for House to be so adorable, to be honest, but don't think it was everywhere; it was only in private. When Rachel came to the hospital, House tried to act normal, but Cameron could see a bit more gentleness, Foreman was sure it was because of some paternal instinct, and Chase didn’t care; he wanted to have that too, so he avoided being there.

Over the months, the relationship between House, Wilson, and Cuddy deepened and became more refined, each day bringing new moments of closeness and affection. Wilson and Cuddy loved this side of House, but who would have thought it? Certainly not them!

One morning, Cuddy woke up before the two men, a rare moment of calm and peace. House and Wilson were still asleep, each on their side of the bed, the soft morning light reflecting on their relaxed faces. Cuddy smiled, appreciating the sight.

She leaned over to Wilson first, placing a light kiss on his lips. He murmured something in his sleep, a smile spreading across his face. Then, she turned to House, kissing him on the cheek, near his stubble.

House opened one eye, grumbling slightly but smiling nonetheless. "Handing out morning kisses again?" Cuddy laughed softly. "There's never a bad time for a kiss."

Wilson woke up as well, opening his eyes to see Cuddy and House talking quietly. "Did I miss something?" he asked, stretching his arms over his head.

"Just Cuddy waking us up gently," House replied with a smile.

Wilson smiled, moving closer to give a kiss to Cuddy and House, a gesture of tenderness and affection that never failed to warm their hearts. "It's the best way to start the day."

As they enjoyed this quiet morning, a thought crossed Wilson's mind, and he felt it was the right moment to share what was on his heart.

Wilson sat up slightly in the bed, his expression becoming a bit more serious. "Cuddy, House, I need to talk to you about something important."

Cuddy also sat up, placing a gentle hand on his arm. "What's going on, Wilson? You seem worried." House, still lying down but now fully awake, raised an eyebrow, ready to listen to what Wilson had to say.

Wilson took a deep breath before continuing. "I got a call from the psychiatric hospital last night. My brother, Danny, is still there, and his situation isn’t really improving. He won't be able to take care of his son, Max, and he has no one else. I think... I think I should adopt him."

A silence filled the room, each of them absorbing the news. Cuddy nodded gently, understanding the weight of the decision Wilson was considering. "Wilson, that's a big decision. Are you sure you want to do this?"

Wilson sighed and nodded. "Yes, I'm sure. Max needs someone, and I can't let my nephew end up in the foster system. I want to be there for him, to give him a family."

House looked at Wilson with a mixture of admiration and challenge. "That's a big step, Wilson. Adopting a child, especially under these circumstances... It's going to change your life. Our life."

Wilson knew that this decision would affect not only him but also their dynamic as a throuple. He was ready to take on this responsibility, but he wanted to make sure that Cuddy and House were also comfortable with the idea. "I understand this will have an impact on all of us. I just want you to know that I'm not expecting anything from you. I just want to be there for Max."

Cuddy squeezed Wilson's hand a little tighter, a reassuring smile on her face. "Wilson, you are one of the most compassionate and generous people I know. If you want to adopt Max, we will be here to support you. To support him."

House rolled his eyes, but there was a barely perceptible smile at the corner of his lips. "Yeah, yeah. We'll just have to learn to get used to having more people in this house. Let's hope the kid isn't as insufferable as you."

Wilson chuckled softly, touched by his partners' support. "Thank you, both of you. It means a lot to me. I know it will be an adjustment, but I truly believe it's the right thing to do."

House leaned over to Wilson, giving him a quick kiss on the lips. "Then let's do it. And if this kid has even a tenth of your kindness, it will be worth it."

Cuddy kissed Wilson in turn, then rested her head on his shoulder. "We’ll be a family for Max, just like we’ve made our own. He’ll have a lot of love here, that’s for sure."

In that moment, wrapped in a warm embrace, Wilson felt that despite the challenges ahead, they were ready to welcome Max into their lives.

The first Christmas the new family spent together was a particularly magical moment, filled with warmth, laughter, and both new and old traditions. Cuddy's house was decorated with string lights, scented candles, and a large holly wreath hanging on the front door. A big Christmas tree stood proudly in the living room, sparkling with golden garlands and ornaments carefully hung by Rachel and Max.

That morning, the house was full of excitement. Rachel woke up first, as usual, and jumped into House and Wilson's bed to wake them up. She was already in her Christmas pajamas, red and green, with a little Santa hat on her head. She bounced on the bed with energy.

"Wake up! It's Christmas!" she shouted joyfully.

Wilson was the first to open his eyes, laughing softly at Rachel's excitement. "Well, it looks like someone is ready to open presents," he said as he sat up.

House, who was not a morning person, grumbled as he turned over, but he smiled when he saw Rachel so happy. "Yeah, yeah, Merry Christmas, little elf," he muttered as he sat up. He couldn’t help but smile at her contagious enthusiasm.

Cuddy, already awake and downstairs, was preparing breakfast. The smell of freshly brewed coffee, pancakes, and bacon filled the air, giving the house an even more festive atmosphere. Max came down the stairs slowly, his eyes still half-closed, but a big smile on his face. He was wearing a Christmas sweater he had insisted on putting on, decorated with a reindeer with a bright red nose.

Cuddy smiled when she saw Max enter the kitchen. "Merry Christmas, Max," she said, kissing him on the cheek. "Did you sleep well?"

Max nodded. "Yes, I had a dream about Santa Claus and his reindeer," he said excitedly. "I wonder if he really came!"

Once everyone was gathered around the Christmas tree, they began to open presents. Rachel, impatient, rushed over to the tree and grabbed the first package with her name on it. She tore it open with enthusiasm, revealing a huge teddy bear. "Thank you, thank you!" she shouted, running to hug Cuddy, Wilson, and House in turn.

Max, more reserved, opened his gifts carefully. He received a high-quality drawing set and a collection of books he had mentioned wanting to read. "Thank you so much," he said with a sincere smile, his eyes shining with gratitude.

House, pretending to be bored, theatrically opened his gift to discover a black cashmere scarf. "Well, at least you have good taste," he joked, but you could see in his eyes that he genuinely appreciated the gift.

Wilson opened his own gift, a classic watch with an inscription engraved on the back: "Forever, together." He looked at Cuddy and House with emotion, thanking them with a simple, "It's perfect."

Cuddy opened the last gift. It was a delicate silver necklace with a star-shaped pendant. "It's beautiful," she said, tears in her eyes. "Thank you, really." She leaned in to kiss House and Wilson, her heart overflowing with love and gratitude.

After opening the presents, they all sat around the dining room table for a sumptuous Christmas meal. The table was beautifully set with festive dishes and red and white candles. A large platter of roasted turkey sat in the center, surrounded by mashed potatoes, grilled vegetables, stuffing, and gravy.

Rachel sat next to House, who helped her cut her turkey into small pieces. "You know, Rachel," House said as he handed her a plate, "turkey isn't so bad when you're surrounded by good people."

Cuddy smiled as she served Max some juice. "I agree, House. This year has been full of surprises, and I am so grateful to have this family."

Max raised his glass of fruit juice. "To family," he said with a smile.

"To family," everyone echoed as they raised their glasses.

While Cuddy, House, Wilson, Rachel, and Max were celebrating Christmas in a warm and festive atmosphere, others at the hospital were starting to piece together the puzzle regarding their colleagues' unusual relationship.

Cameron, Chase, and Foreman had spent the past few months observing subtle but significant changes in the behavior of House, Cuddy, and Wilson. The exchanged glances, the knowing smiles, and the hints at events they'd shared together had become too numerous to ignore.

On Christmas Day, the trio found themselves at the hospital for an unexpected shift. They finished their tasks earlier than anticipated and decided to settle in the break room to chat. The conversation quickly drifted toward their colleagues.

"Have you noticed how much they're always together lately?" Cameron asked, glancing at the others. She was, of course, referring to House, Cuddy, and Wilson. "They spend a lot of time with each other, even outside of work."

Chase nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah, I've seen House and Wilson coming out of Cuddy's office several times after hours. And it doesn't seem like they’re having regular work meetings."

Foreman, who had been silent until now, spoke up. "At first, I thought it was just House being... House. Always trying to get closer to Cuddy. But Wilson too? And both of them? That can't be a coincidence."

Cameron smiled, leaning forward in her chair. "I think you're right. They're more than just friends, that's for sure. Maybe even... together."

Chase raised his eyebrows, intrigued. "You mean, all three of them? It's possible, but it seems... complicated."

Foreman crossed his arms, thinking. "House likes complicated things. And Cuddy and Wilson have always been closer to him than we thought. It could actually work. They all have strong, but complementary personalities."

They stayed silent for a moment, absorbing this new perspective. Cameron, with a sly smile, shook her head. "That would explain a lot of things, actually. Why they're all so happy lately, despite the usual tensions at the hospital."

Chase chuckled softly. "If they're happy, then good for them. They deserve some happiness, especially with everything that's going on here."

Foreman smiled as well, relaxing in his chair. "Yeah, I guess it's none of our business. As long as they keep doing their jobs, that's all that matters."

Cameron nodded, her eyes sparkling with amused curiosity. "I have to say, it's an interesting dynamic. But you're right, Foreman. To each their own private life."

At that moment, the trio burst out laughing, imagining the reactions of the other hospital staff if they found out the truth.

A little later, as they were getting ready to finish their day, they walked past House's office. Through the window, they caught a glimpse of a scene that confirmed their suspicions.

House, Cuddy, and Wilson were sitting around House's desk, sharing laughter, knowing glances, and even tender gestures that left no doubt. House had his hand resting on Cuddy's, while Wilson was smiling softly, his eyes sparkling with happiness.

Chase, Cameron, and Foreman looked at each other, smiles on all their faces. They didn't need any more proof. They walked away quietly, leaving the trio to their moment of happiness.

[cherriesfromeden]

bruce yamada with a reader who fights a lot pt. 2

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[style : headcanons]

[requested : yes]

[pairing : bruce yamada x fem!reader]

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UGH I LOVE HIM

okay so this is a continuation for how y'all met <3

if you haven't read it - read pt 1

so he's probably heard of you/knows who you are but has never actually talked to you

like he's heard your name around school but he just doesn't really pay close attention to it

but then he gets held after school for something the teacher needed help with

cause bruce is an angel who never gets in trouble

anyway so he's a little late coming out of school

and he hears a bunch of yelling coming from the back of the school so he goes over to check it out

low and behold

it's you

in a fight

you 🤝 fighting

your opponent is this giant asshole bully

he probably said something behind robin's back in front of you

and now you best believe you're throwing hands

so you are just whipping this guy's ass and bruce is standing there like 🧍

bc wtf???

how did he not notice you before???

you look so pretty when you're beating the shit out of someone <3

so after you finish with him you grab the guy by the shirt and say

'say anything about my best fucking friend again and you'll wish this is all i do to you'

and drop him to the ground and walk away like a badass !!

the guy : destroyed

the crowd : going wild

bruce's jaw : dropped

road work : ahead

someone take my computer away from me😭

moving on

the next day bruce is asking everyone who you are and he's like

'wait it was that one girl???'

and keeps an eye out for you hoping he'll see you again sometime

luck is on his side (who wouldn't be)

and he meets you again walking toward the baseball field

cause you usually swing by there to see what's happening in the games and move on

but he sees you and waves at you

then he's like

'shit she doesn't know my name'

but you walk over and go

'bruce right? i've seen you play, you're really good'

HE HAS REACHED CLOUD NINE

'you have?'

'yeah i watch the games sometimes, i'm y/n'

'hey do you want to walk with me to school tomorrow? i can meet you here'

bruce shooting his shot

and no surprise

'sure, don't be late'

'i won't dw'

the walk to school has so much tension you could cut a knife through it

he's debating asking you out in a more straightforward way when he catches a glimpse of your bruised knuckles

'ooh, wanna get some ice for that? looks bad'

BAM

second date (kinda) scored

'sure, patch me up doc'

'ofc'

[disneynerdpumpkin]

Welp, it seems every other Disnerd (and even non-Disnerds!) is making posts about Once Upon a Studio, so as a Disnerd I guess I should jump in on this too!

Seeing all of the Disney characters interact with each other was AMAZING!

I wish we got to see The Nightmare Before Christmas characters tho :( That would've been pretty awesome (and there weren't any Pixar characters smh which makes no sense since they're Disney too, just a different studio partner)

As a Disney Pinocchio fan I was delightfully surprised that Pinocchio was one of the first characters to emerge! (The voice wasn't very accurate, too high-pitched but still so cute!) I honestly thought that they weren't going to put him in at all, cuz Disney tends to not pay attention to Pinocchio nearly as much as the other movies. AND HIS CUTE WIDDLE FACE OH MY GOODNESS MY LITTLE BLORBO!!!!! And he was trying not to laugh when Louis fell out of his picture frame XD like oh my goodness his little opera-gloved hand trying to hide his smile. Pinocchio has broken the cuteness meter

TIANA AND PINOCCHIO INTERACTING WAS SOMETHING I NEVER KNEW I NEEDED IT WAS SO CUTEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEK!!!

And Mickey stopping at Walt's picture, and "Feed the Birds" piano instrumental to accompany it???!?!?!?!?!!!! You better believe I cried :sobs uncontrollably: (for those non-Disnerds that might not have understood, "Feed the Birds" from Mary Poppins was Walt Disney's favorite song)

Moana, Flounder, Merlin, and Mad Hatter interacting with each other was AWESOME!!!

And the bit when Prince Charming loses his shoe on the stairs and Max grabbing it and running off and him yelling "ERIC, GET YOUR DOG!!!" I can't even I CAN'T EVEN THAT WAS AMAZING OMIGOSH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH

and then Cinderella was like "Go, Max, go!" She was legit ENCOURAGING HIM to run away! (I'm pretty sure, from this information, that she plays pranks on her prince often) why was this short blessed upon us?!?!

AND THEY MADE CINDERELLA'S GOWN SILVER!!!!! NOT BLUE!!!!! Cuz it's not blue, it's actually silver (and Disney seems to disregard this a lot of the time)! BUT THEY ACTUALLY MADE IT SILVER akjhkjhroiqrowoewvwpqwomiepovie21ueiuv9upwe9pv;";ad's;dw!

QUASIMODO SINGING "WHEN YOU WISH UPON A STAR" OMIGOSH HIS VOICEEEEEEEEEE

AND JIMINY CRICKET ENDING "WHEN YOU WISH UPON A STAR" WITH CLIFF EDWARD'S ORIGINAL VOICE?!?!?!?!?! WHAT IS HAPPENING!?!?!?!!!?!?! WHAT DID WE DO TO DESERVE THIS

the elevator bits were hilarious XD and Baymax looking adorable as ever :D

and they put in TREASURE PLANET AAAAAAHHHHH

they finally had Mickey and Minnie NOT wearing their typical outfits (red shorts and red and white polka dots dress) so that was great!

and of course Winnie the Pooh characters!!! All looking so cute, as usual! Everyone stuggling to get Pooh out of the picture frame was genius!!!

And ROBIN HOOD AND LITTLE JOHN picking up Scrooge's moneybags and saying "Ooh-de-lally"!!!!!!!

And Allan-A-Dale providing the soft instrumental music for "When You Wish Upon A Star"?!?!?!?!?!?! AND Mirabel?!?! AND Scat Cat?!?!?!?!?!!?!?? AND MULTIPLE CHARACTERS PROVIDING THE VOCALS?!?!?!

AND PETER PAN, WENDY, JOHN, AND MICHAEL'S FLIGHT UPSTAIRS?!??!?!?!

AND ROBIN WILLIAMS VOICING GENIE?!?!?!?!?!!? (tbh I actually didn't know it was him until someone pointed that out. which is funny cuz I was like "this sounds SO MUCH like Robin Williams, who did the voicing?") (so they took one Robin William's voice clips from improvising.) fun fact: Robin Williams improvised so much for Aladdin that they literally had 16 hours of material to work with!

Bruh Timon and Pumbaa calling Olaf "Frosty" was amazing

AND OSWALD THE LUCKY RABBIT?!?!?!?!?!?! OH MY GOODNESS

DISNEY IS LITERALLY SPOILING THE FANS!!!!! THEY KNOW WHAT THE FANS WANT OHMYGOSH!!!

:internal screaming:

Honestly I would've loved to see some interaction between Geppetto and Pinocchio (DISNEY I'M WAITING TO SEE WHOLESOME FATHER-SON BONDING BETWEEN THEM!!!!!!) I only saw the two of them at the end :(

But seeing all the characters together (except TNBC and Pixar for some reason) was amazing!!!!!!!!

LIKE OH MY GOODNESS I CANT EVEN LIST EVERYTHING IT WAS SO AMAZING (like ima have to come back to this post and add more!!!!)

[igbylicious]

Hey might have accidently sent an ask prematurely ahem not at all embarrassing but you already know I'm writing this at an extremely late time welp this was always bound to happen (T.T) As I was saying... I bow at your brilliance, honestly. You did so well with yet another chapter of what I hope is a never-ending fic at this point because these chapters drops hype me up more than you could know.

HE'S THEIR SANNIE IM GOING TO BURST HOW DARE YOU DO THIS TO MY POOR HEART. Also, I can't blame the reader for simping it's the san effect, really. And woo, the precious boy was doing so well. I just got so emo over it FOR NO REASON. well, the reason was because san was getting emo about it, and AS AN EMPATH- *gun shot noises*

I digress, weird sense of humour humor aside, I truly truly can't express how this chapter changed smth in my brain chemistry. I also love whenever we get mentions of reader having a ~body~ a very well loved one too!!

I'm wondering how much the fic changed from the original plan since you keep adding chapters. Like, was this play session already what you envisioned when you started your plan to write this? It's been truly so much fun to watch it evolve. Do the characters in your head influence the chapters, or do you just get inspiration and feel like it would fit them?? Also, do you ever feel tempted to write from woosan's pov?? Idk I'd like a tour of their minds too. I swear I can just keep pelting you with questions like this till my own fingers wear down from typing. I hope your pillow is always cool on both sides and for you to have a lovely day/night/week/month/LIFE. you deserve it!! 💚💚💚💚

lol dw abt the double ask! (≧◡≦) ♡ and sorry abt the tears and the extra laundry asdjkdaskjadsjk i am frantically handing you tissues (sorry i just hate doing laundry so much asdkjdaskj you’re on your own for that one 🙏)

NO BUT THE SAN SIMP EFFECT IS SO REAL 〒▽〒

Reader: hmm am i feeling a lil bratty today maybe? (¬‿¬ ) San:

Reader: …nevermind 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

(tho tbf there are ALSO plenty of San pics that make me want to misbehave real bad lol. the man’s got the range ♨_♨)

Woo was absolute best boi!!! listen i gotchu i get emo abt him too he just takes it all like a fucking champ and he trusts San SO much („ಡωಡ„)

omg putting the answers to your questions under a cut bc it got kinda long oop <_< tysm for giving me a ramble excuse!!! (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)

the basic scenario of reader and Wooyoung being tied up together is pretty similar to what i originally planned; but the *mood* of the scene is very different

when i first outlined the story, there was no non-sexual bondage; instead i had a vague idea abt Wooyoung still feeling guilty abt overstepping, and that he wanted to work out that guilt through bdsm.

so i had thoughts abt focusing the scene on San paying a lot of attention to reader while Wooyoung gets completely ignored as punishment — and he wouldn’t have permission to cum until she decided he deserved to uwu

but smth abt it all didn’t sit right w/ me from early on, and while writing the Woo/reader lunchdate i realised that she would 100% be uncomfortable w/ being used to punish Woo in *this* specific scenario since she has her own guilt abt that! (also; i felt like this’d be at a stage of their relationship that you gotta talk through some stuff, not fuck through it lol) so i pivoted, added the non-sexual bondage, and it turned into this!

(but if you feel robbed of some spicy moments now; no worries! Woo needing reader’s permission to cum & San ignoring Woo while he fucks the reader have been incorporated in the plans for different chapters (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧)

whether the characters influence the chapters; yes to some extent!

i really am a plantser at heart; i need to know where a fic is going & i need a few solid anchor points between beginning and end; but i also really need empty space to fill up details as i go along, which is usually influenced by what feels ‘right’ for the characters ♡

like; i knew from day 1 that Woo was going to break the no kissing rule, and i knew it would lead to a ‘conflict’ that’d end up strengthening their relationship, but i figured out the exact details along the way (again the their lunchdate did a lot of heavy lifting! writing that scene solidified SO MUCH for me abt Woo & reader’s deal)

now, abt Woosan pov…

the next chapter actually opens w/ San! (but um… you might not thank me for that >_>) i want to do a Woo pov somewhere too, which *might* also happen in the next chapter, but i’m still kindof feeling out what the best spot is ^^

(also i have like half a prequel drabble written down abt the first time Woo brought San flowers home from work (◕‿◕✿) i’m obv focused on the main story for now, but i’d love to finish that after the fic itself is done ^^)

ahhhhhhhhhhh sincerely thankyousomuch for all the amazingly sweet words and for letting me ramble!!! it’s fun to talk abt the ‘behind the scenes’ so to speak hehe („• ֊ •„)

[beardedmrbean]

"We will not accept the heinous attacks against Israel being celebrated here on our streets," German Chancellor Olaf Scholz said in his address to the federal parliament, the Bundestag on Thursday. In Berlin, members of the group Samidoun, which describes itself as a Palestinian Prisoner Solidarity Network, had celebrated the Hamas attack against Israel — in which hundreds of Israeli civilians were killed — by handing out sweets.

Aiman Mazyek, who chairs the Central Council of Muslims in Germany, also spoke of shameful images: "I can never be glad — regardless of the victims' faith, or whether they have any faith at all — if someone is massacred or terrorized," he said.

Interior Minister: Deport offenders where possible

Chancellor Olaf Scholz has now announced a ban on Hamas activities in Germany. The organization Samidoun, which is affiliated with the Palestinian terrorist group PFLP, will also be banned. "Whoever supports terror organizations like Hamas commits a criminal offense," Scholz said.

Banning the actions and organizations means their gatherings and activities are no longer permitted, nor can their logos be used. Organizational assets may also be confiscated. Whoever persists despite the ban would be committing a criminal offense.

German Interior Minister Nancy Faeser also intends to take action against other supporters and sympathizers of Hamas in Germany. This would include people who collect donations for the organization. At the same time, she is examining the possibility "of deporting offenders from the Islamist scene, if they are not German passport holders."

Supporters and sympathizers

According to estimates from the German domestic intelligence agency, the Federal Office for the Protection of the Constitution, there are about 450 people in Germany who back Hamas; many of them are German citizens. There is no official branch of the group in Germany.

But there are supporters and sympathizers. 'We must therefore assume that that the number of people in the supporter scene is in the thousands," Middle East expert Guido Steinberg, from the Berlin-based German Institute for International and Security Affairs (SWP), told DW. The group of sympathizers is even broader. While supporters take concrete action in support of Hamas, for example, advertising or collecting money, sympathizers often do not figure publicly at all, Steinberg explained.

"These bans are one of the most important instruments a democracy has to prevent money flowing to terrorist organizations," Hans-Jakob Schindler from the transatlantic think tank Counter Extremism Project (CEP) told DW. However, he added: "It is always difficult, because in Germany associations and non-profit organizations enjoy a certain degree of protection, and investigations by authorities such as the Office for the Protection of the Constitution are limited when it comes to finances."

The line is crossed when violence is openly called for or endorsed. "As long as individuals restrain themselves in this regard, it will be very difficult," Schindler explained, adding that suspects usually pay close attention to what they say, so as not to attract attention from the authorities.

Germany as a safe haven?

Hamas does not recognize the state of Israel and its stated goal is to destroy it. Germany, the European Union, the US and other nations have declared Hamas to be a terror organization.

Germany banned a number of organizations closely aligned with the movement several years ago. "Hamas considered Western countries such as Germany a safe haven, where the organization could concentrate on collecting donations, recruiting new followers and spreading their propaganda," a 2022 report by the Office for the Protection of the Constitution read.

According to an assessment by the German domestic intelligence agency, the organization Samidoun belongs to the radical Palestinian organization the Popular Front for the Liberation of Palestine (PFLP). The PFLP also propagates taking up arms against Israel. In contrast to Hamas, however, it is secular in orientation, rather than religious.

Also considered part of the network is the organization "Palestinian Community in Germany," which according to security authorities is mostly comprised of Hamas supporters.

Yet individuals and groups based in Germany play only a minor role in the financing of Hamas, Schindler said: "One must bear in mind that fundraising initiatives from Germany and Europe are not the main financier of Hamas." When it comes to money, that is very clearly Qatar (…) Hamas would not function without the funds from Qatar,"  Schindler explained.

Iranian influence in Hamburg

Within Germany, political attention is also turning toward international supporters of Palestinian terror groups: In 2020, then-Interior Minister Horst Seehofer (of the Bavarian conservative Christian Social Union, CSU) banned the Lebanese group Hezbollah.

The Islamic Centre of Hamburg (IZH), presumed to be controlled by Iran, has been under observation by the domestic intelligence agency for decades. It is considered as the long arm of the Iranian regime and congratulated Hamas on Saturday's attack against Israel. "Without Iranian support over recent years, Hamas would not have been capable of this unprecedented attack on Israeli territory," Scholz said.

German authorities deported the deputy leader of the IZH in 2022: He stood accused of supporting terror organizations and the financing of terrorism. However, the IZH itself has not yet been banned. The condition for doing so, which would also have to withstand a possible judicial review, is proof that aggressive, combative behavior forms the core character of the association.

Central Council of Muslims: Only a minority are anti-Israel

Aiman Mazyek of the Central Council of Muslims emphasizes that only a small minority of Muslims take to the streets with anti-Israel or antisemitic slogans. People should not assume "that these images, these people, speak for all Muslims, for German Muslims, or for their organizations here." 

The question remains: Does Germany now also have to reckon with attacks by Hamas or their sympathizers? Hans-Jakob Schindler said: "I do not see Germany as a main target for Hamas, but you cannot rule out the possibility of motivated, radicalized individual perpetrators feeling obliged to do something."

[penguin--person]

🖊️+ Alík

-Nonymous. Shocking.

>:) death blood blood death murder death blood

above all else, alík is an anomaly. an animaly, you could say! she has animalistic/wolf wants and needs, some of which being, she needs to run around. needs enrichment in her enclosure. if she doesn't get it, she stresses out and goes wolf mode, over a period of time. given her place at the facility, it's easy for her to stress out even if the facility gives her enrichment, because it's usually not enough. it's enough to keep her from going full on wolf, but not enough to keep her content. thus, she is often easily irritable. the few mutants she comes in contact with don't want to hang out with her bc of that.

still, that doesn't mean alík is all bark, all bite. wolves are still silly guys. goofs. she yearns for a connection with someone that would accept her as she is. she, um, doesn't completely find that with sanya. but she still accepts it wholeheartedly, because, she loves sanya. she has so much love in her heart.

some of that love goes to zt!

zt001-058, zombie mutation type, was zt002 at the time of The Incident (he's 8 in the doodle, alík is 13 - shes 003) his father primary handler, petro volkov, is very protective of him, and also due to his mutation, he didn't hang out with many other mutants. doesn't have anyone he'd call a friend other than volkov. and alík.

zt doesnt have the brain parts to be afraid of alík. it's not that he loves her presence, or that he even loves her, he Doesn't have the Brain Parts for that (or at the very least theyre not working like they should), it's just that he doesn't mind her. he doesn't dislike her, though, even if she's just another sinner in his eyes. in another life, were he not so mutated, they'd be good friends i think, really. back to alík!

they were buddies for like.. 2 years maybe? 2 years directly, maybe they saw each other sometimes before that. most of their hanging out consists of alík gossiping to him about the scientists, complaining, talking about whatever comes to her mind. zt replies with the ocassional "hm", "oh", or "mm". alík doesnt mind. you know why? she's got a buddy!!!

but, in late august of 2012, it all changed.. as mentioned before, alík needs enrichment. she needs to get her zoomies out. so. in that late august, maybe she wasn't getting enough enrichment. maybe they weren't feeding her enough. maybe she was provoked. a big part of it was prey drive, but, had the facility been taking better care of her, had they paid more attention to her, seen that she was turning wolfy, maybe they'd have prevented her from attacking zt.

that's right!!! they're just hanging out, in silence for once, and alíks just focusing on not going wolf mode. she's hungry, maybe, and zt is sitting there right next to her. he's quiet. he's slow. he doesn't pay much attention to the world around him. she could easily hunt him down and eat him. 'hunt him down' meaning, jump at him and bite at him. so she does.

the scientists manage to seperate them before zt dies, but, he does suffer from big ol blood loss. alík maybe gets shot idk. but she's fineeee shes ok. dw. she just gets the status of AT004. and umm she gets removed from all the other mutants. she gets even less enrichment from before and they treat her like a dog for realsies now. yea she doesn't even meet him again. yea no for all she knows she killed her only friend, the scientists didn't tell her what ended up happening. mhm. shes normal about it

[diosinterlude]

general midoriya headcanons

notes: SFW, manga spoilers, my first work

he had an all might fan page on every single social media app

and those all might fps were THEE fan pages of fan pages. he set the standard. 🤷🏾‍♀️

buuuut he ditched them once he got to know all might on a personal level. since he got promoted from fanboy to OfA bearer

think of reading the best thing ever, only to find that the author hasn’t updated their page in like 5 years

that’s how his followers feel.. <\3

he has the widest taste in music. he listens to just about anything, and that’s not necessarily good.

he finds appeal in the WORST songs 😭

he’d listen to this shit, analyse it and conclude that it’s a good song.

1a dread passing him the aux because they never know what he’s going to play.

hardly swears, it’s not his thing tbh

might push it to a damn, a crap… ass on a bad day.

is considerate in conversation and pays amazing attention. you’re being talked over while trying to make a point? deku’s listening. he’s got his eyes on you, dw.

is a conspiracy theorist. he’s got too many ‘what if’ questions circulating around his mind.

prefers a home made meal rather than store bought meals or fast food.

he knows how to cook, because he wanted to lift some strain from his mother’s shoulders, and asked if he could learn.

gossips with his mother. for sure. like ik he talks so much shit to inko. mainly about how he can’t catch a break bc his life is an action movie with never-ending twists and tropes.

he luuuuuuvs to whip it in the kitchen.

goes out to eat with todoroki (todoroki pays, courtesy of endeavor’s credit card)

clears his mind by playing GTA

i think he’d be into meditating

he notices the little things that people do for him, and pays attention to small gestures of kindness. a simple “how are you,” a smile from a stranger, he loves that.

he is ALWAYS first to like his friends posts on social media

i think he has chronic pain honestly. dealing with OfA is already enough. now he’s got 6 quirks. and yes, i know that the body adapts to having quirks, but i can’t help but think that he’s ALWAYS hurting

he likes to watches movies with eri, and the movie is ALWAYS her choice. anything for eri. sometimes mirio likes to join in. they are experts on the Barbie movie saga.

him and iida are always victim to “deez nuts” jokes.. usually made by kaminari and sero.

like he never gets the memo. he will fall for the same joke 1,000 times.

prefers literacy over maths

plays uno with uraraka on a regular.

he used five draw 4 cards on uraraka and managed to get her so mad that the cards start to float… they don’t come back down.

much to bakugo’s dismay, mitsuki LOVES deku. she loves to banter with him and dote on him.

scares the class 1a gc

he says “brb” and never comes back like what’s all that about? i promise i’m not hinting at chapter 306

and he does… usually. this doesn’t help the fact that everyone is concerned for him though. everybody loves him.

live, love, laugh, izuku

[iwadori]

are you going to do a 'when the haikyuu boys make you insecure' part with Iwaizumi / could I request that?

When they make you insecure part 6 (Iwaizumi,Matsukawa)

Part 1 Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5 Part 6

Word Count: 2.8K

Genre: Angst, Fluff

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AN: Did I embedd myself in this story? Yes, yes i did. :3 (it’s only a small part dw loool)

Iwaizumi

One day when you were walking to the gym to go see your boyfriend  

You overhear him and the team talking about some instagram girl

“She’s hot” you hear Boktuo yell doing a hoot as he fawns over a picture, with the rest of the guys agreeing.  

“What do you think Iwaizumi?” Hinata ask  

“She’s cute... I guess?” the rest of the guys, grunt in disagreement at Iwa’s lack of drooling over the girl.

“Well I see why you wouldn’t want her Haji-kun,” says Atsumu “you are into the more simple girls bro”

“Simple?” Iwaizumi questions, and the rest of the guys agree

“Yeah simple, you know Y/N... she’s simple” says one of the guys, with the word ‘simple’ rolling off their tounge with a tone of disgust.

“I guess your right guys...” Iwaizumi says “Y/N is pretty basic and simple but-”

You leave the gym before you hear what the rest of them had to say. When you got to your house you bolt straight to the mirror, you look at your outfit and frown. You never thought your style was ‘basic,’ to be fair you wouldn’t describe anybodys style as basic or simple. Of course, you weren’t like those instagram influencers, that wasn’t your thing. But Iwa has known that about you for years... but I guess that’s not what he truly likes.

You go to your closet and take out all the contents, just tossing all your clothes (even some of your favourite items ever) and dashing them in a black trash bag putting them to the side. You were already on a mission to buy a whole new wardrobe, going through all different stores and looking on pinterest for inspo.

You didn’t really talk to Iwa for the rest of the week, since you wanted him to see you in your ‘new form,’ you weren’t being radiosilent but you didn’t initiate any hang outs with him or face time calls (which he did find slightly odd, but didn’t think that much by it.)

Finally, the clothes came and you were kind of shocked at how much you ordered you spent over £200 on clothes from all different places. When you were trying them on, you liked some of them the ones that were kind of similar to your past style but not so ‘simple,’ the others you kind of frowned at since it definitely didn’t feel like ‘you’ at all. ‘This is for Iwa,’ you reminded yourself as your forced a smile on your face analysing yourself in the mirror.

You had everything sorted, your wardrobe was now changed and done the colours and styles you once wore before is now the complete opposite. You invited Iwa over, hesistantly waiting to see how would he react.  

When you hear your door knock, you rush over to open it and model a pose you saw one of those girl do trying to look as natural as possible.

“Hey babe ho-” he says, with his eyes widening seeing your new look “Woah Y/N!”

“Hey Haji..come in!” you exclaim with a beaming smile pulling him inside to the couch. “So, are we going to continue watching the crown, I watched the previous episode and god prince phillip is such a dick.”

You look over your shoulder and see Iwa still standing in your entranceway a bit awkwardly, looking a bit stunned. “Come sit down then, we’ve got an episode to watch.”

“uh oh yeah, sure” he says blinking, following you to the couch.

You got through atleast 4 episodes together, you barely talked as you were really engrossed in the show. Iwa was barely paying attention, he was too busy questioning how you were acting. This definitely wasn’t the girl he knew, even the way you were acting whilst watch the show was odd. The way you’d cutely giggle and ‘sublty’ look over to him whilst laughing at a funny part of the show instead of just doing your usual obnoxious laugh that he loved to hear.

“Oh Y/N, I’m going to go to the bathroom.” he says standing up, you don’t reply you just wave your hand in acknowledgement.

On his way to the bathroom, Iwa nearly trips on a black bag left outside your bedroom door. He opens it, and mildly gasped when he saw all your old stuff jumbled up in there. He picks up the back and goes straight back to the living room and stands in front of you.

“Haji, what are you doing you’re blocking the TV” you complaining trying to see what’s happening behind him.

He drops the black bag infront of you and you internally curse yourself for not moving. You stare at him waiting for him to say something.

“Well whats this then.” he says looking down at you, almost like a disapproving dad.

“Clothes.” you say smartly, knowing what he was asking.

“You know what I meant Y/N, why are all your clothes in a garbage bag.”  

“Because I wanted to put them there,” you wanted to seem as nochalant about it as possible as if putting all your clothes in a garbage bag doesn’t make you feel sad.

“Yeah but why?” he says sitting down next to you.

“Just because I wanted to” you reiterate “what else do you want me to say?”

“Well this isn’t like you, its just a bit random Y/N” he says

“I know this isnt like me you” you spat, standing up “Isn’t this what you wanted anyways.” You head to your bedroom picking up the bag with you, with Iwa hot on your heels.

“What do you mean this is what I wanted?” he says in disbelief “When did I ever say that?”

“It doesn’t matter” you mumble, you start to aggressively take our your old clothes and shove them back into your wardrobe whilst Iwa is just talking. You’re not really listening to him your just putting the clothes back.

“Y/N Stop!” he yells kind of knocking you out of your ‘trance,’ “what is going on with you?” he grabs you hands and pulls them down stopping you from what you were doing and he winced at seeing your tear stricken face.

He gently pulls you into his arms sitting you both on your bed, waiting for you to speak. “I don’t know what you want from me Iwa..” you start your voice slightly breaking “it’s just I did this all for you and you don’t even appreciate it.”

“I don’t know what you mean Y/N?” he says sounding genuinely confused.

“Y/N is simple and basic.” you say repeating words that you heard your boyfriend say about you, you feel him tense as you say it and you slowly get out of his hug.

“Y/N I-”

“That really hurt Hajime, I know now that I'm not your ‘type’ but I-”

“No Y/N, you are my type of course you are!” he says gulping in nervousness “I love you, and your style. I’ve always being enamored by how you dress and present yourself and I don’t know why I even said you’re basic and simple I didn’t mean it that way.”

“Really?” you say sniffling looking down

“Yes really you idiot,” he says lifting your head up “To be fair I don’t care what you wear, since you look great in anthing I just want you to be happy Y/N and especially not dress for anyone including me. Okay?”

“Okay,” you agree slightly nodding your head.

“Good, so can we go and finish the crown and then burn all these clothes?” Iwa jokes as he stands up.

“Burn them!” you exclaim “These cost £200, you muppet.”

“£200! Gosh Y/N, next time you go shopping im definitely coming with you.” he says shaking his head “can’t have you blowing out your bank account for clothes you don’t even like that much.”

You spend the rest of the day finishing of The Crown and you and Iwa eventually both sort out your wardrobe. Your style and aethetic changes a lot more through the times you were together and Iwa was very supportive and helpful of every single change. Especially *insert your favourite dress aesthetic here.*

Matsukawa

You were walking with your friends; Iwa, Tooru, Maki and your boyfriend Matsun. Walking to school as you did every morning, today the topic of conversation was Tooru’s bad taste in women.

“Gosh yesterday was horrible, she didn’t want to talk to me at all,” he complained “all she wanted to do was to come straight to my place, I didn’t even have the chance to tell her my hair routine.”

“That’s why you don’t find dates off of Tinder shittykawa” grunted Iwaizumi

“Well I know that now!” he exclaimed.

“Y/N,” said Makki grasping your attention “Would you ever use Tinder?”

“Well I-”

“Of course she wouldn’t” your boyfriend interrupted wrapping his arm round your shoulder “she’s got me”

“Yeah, but if you two weren’t together, would you use it.”

“Well may-”  

“Y/N definitely wouldn’t” he said interrupting you AGAIN “she’s way to frigid for that shit”

Frigid? You thought to yourself, ouch. Their was a quick awkward silence and all you could hear was Matsukawa laughing with the others laughing after awkwardly in pursuit. After sensing your uncomfortability (is that a word?) Oikawa decides to change the subject to make things less awkward,

“I need a woman who understands me!” he rants “One that can listen to me and appreciate my awesome hair.”

“Goodluck with that Shittykawa.”  

Oikawa rambles on as you walk to school with the other guys chiming in. You on the other hand, were lost in thought. Your sex life wasn’t something you would want to publicly talk about let alone to you and your boyfriends' male friends. Also, with Matsun describing you as ‘frigid’ struck a nerve. You weren’t frigid, well at least to you, you weren’t.  

When you got to school you immediately rushed straight to your lesson claiming that you teacher really needed to talk to you. Which was odd to Matsukawa as you usually all hung around each other until the bell rang, the other boys gave each other knowing looks all assuming the reasons for your odd behaviour.

At lunch time, you stayed in your class instead of going up to the roof where you and your friends usually end up. In the class room you hear one of the girls in your class, Empress having one of her usual gossip conversations with her group of friends.

“Hajime is so hot!” she said, fanning her face being dramatic  

“Of course he is! You should totally go for him.” her friend said and the rest of the friends agreed.

“What do you think Y/N?” she says to you catching your attention “you’re close friends with him right?”

“Yeah, I am” you say a bit sadly “You should definitely go for him, I think you’d be perfect together.”

“Okay! I think I might later” she says smiling. Her and friends leave, but then Empress returns and walks straight to you.

“Are you alright doll?” she asks softly smiling

“I guess so..” you say hesitantly “It’s just something my boyfriend said to me this morning.”

“Matsun?” she asks and you nod in reply “What did he say?”

After you rehash the situation from this morning Empress scowls in annoyance, “Boys can be such pigs sometimes, such a dick thing to say.”

“I know right!” you respond “Even if I was frigid, which im totally not it’s not even a bad thing nor is it something to reveal to people in public in a ‘jokey’ way.”

“Yeah!” she agrees “I think you should go and give him a piece of your mind.”

“I mean...” your voice falters, when it comes to Matsun you’ve never really given him a ‘piece of your mind,’ even when he makes jokes that you’re not so fond of.

“Come on!” she encourages “I’ll come with you and cheer you on.”

“You just want to come to see Iwa Empress” you say pointedly “But fine let’s go.”

You both power walk to the roof where you see the four seijoh boys sitting down and eating. “Oh hi Y/N/-chan and look Iwa its Emp-chan... isn’t that a surprise!” Iwa blushes and the rest of the guys laugh.

You walk straight up to Matsun and stand right infront of him. “Matsukawa I need to talk to you,” you say folding your arms. “Why whats up babe?” he says, still sitting down with a cheeky grin on his face.

“Alone.” you say turning around walking to a secluded spot. Behind you, you hear Matsun get up and the rest of the boys saying “oooh Matsukawa your in trouble” as they laugh.

“What’s wrong with you today Y/N?” he asks slightly accusatorily.  

“I didn’t appreciate the comment you made today on the way to school,” you say with your arms folded.

“Oh that little comment about you being frigid, come on it was just a joke I wasn’t being serious.” he says lightly laughing but he stops once he sees the glare you give him ”you knew it was a joke right?”

“Matsun, some are your jokes just aren’t funny,” you say “especially when they're about me and our sex life in front of our friends too.”

“Y/N I didn’t mea-”

“You just come off as a huge dick sometimes, and I can’t do this anymore if you keep on making these comments anymore I don’t think I can do this.”

“Woah Y/N, are you threatening to break up with me?” he asks “Over a few little comments?”

“These aren’t a few little comments, sometimes what you say is just unnecessary and rude.”

“Okay well...”

“Well...” you repeat staring at him waiting for to apologise or atleast say something, “fuck you Matsukawa.”

You storm away and walk bout to the group saying “Empress lets go.” She jumps of Iwa’s lap and waves by to them following you back down to the school. You walk into the bathroom and just start to cry, “Y/N whats wrong?” Empress says pulling you into a hug  

“H-He doesn’t care,” you cry “He pretty much excused his stupid comments, passing them off as little ‘jokes,’ that didn’t apparently mean anything.”

“Oh dear,” Empress says consoling you “he’s not worth your time right now.”

“B-but but I love him.” you wail fat tears streaming down your face.

“I know sweetheart, I know,” she says letting go of the hug “so what do you wanna do about him?”

“I don’t know,” you say “I don’t want to break up with him or anything, but is there a point in staying if he’s just going to make these comments again.”

“I don’t know Y/N, but whatever you wanna do I’ll support. Wether it’s keying his car or reading shitty fanfiction and crying.” Empress says making you laugh.

The final bell rings and now it's time to go home, of course you don’t walk with the guys so you just enjoy your own company walking home.

“Y/N! Y/N!” you hear from behind you and of course the only person it can be is Matsukawa.

“What do you want?” you mumbled  

“I..I want too” he says heaving out of breath from the running he had to do “I want to apologise. I need do.”

“Okay...” you respond

“Im sorry, Im so so sorry,” he says “those jokes and comments were stupid and I agree I can be a dick sometimes. Well a lot of the time, but I never wanted to be a dick to you.”

“Well you were.”

“I know I was, and I’m so sorry. There’s no excuse what I said and what I have said before I just hope I can make it up to you.”

“Okay then.”

“So are we not broken up?”

“No we’re not broken up, but it’ll take a lot of making up to do for me to fully forgive you.”

“Great! And I'll spend every day to get you to forgive me.”

Which he did, he spent every day showering you with love and affection. He was way better than he was before, you even went on double dates with Oikawa and his flavour of the week and triple dates with Iwa and his girlfriend. Matsukawa, although he still made jokes, he never targeted them and centered them around you in an insulting way.

AN: I didn’t really like the matsukawa one since i couldn’t really write for him properyl sooo sorry bout that one kids.

[unisexobject]

Chapter V. Heart of Glass

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: The fallout from your first fight with Eddie hits hard, subsequently causing you to reveal secrets you so desperately wish to keep hidden.

Warnings: drunk asf reader, light fluff, some physical violence (dw Jason cops it), past trauma...

A/N: strap in for this one y'all, have some tea and some biscuits.

That morning at school was terribly uncomfortable, let alone the rest of the week. You and Eddie exchanged fake niceties over lunch, opting to not even talk at all, spooking Mike and Dustin as they looked between the two of you in utter confusion. Usually, you and Eddie couldn't ever shut up, sitting next to each other and gently nudging or touching whenever someone said something that made the two of you laugh hysterically or gasp with horror. The silence was defeaning and incredibly uneasy. But Friday was when the rest of the group had decided to point it out.

"So..." Dustin started, scratching the side of his face.

"I forgot to ask, how was your show on Tuesday Eddie?"

You peered up from your sandwich, looking briefly at Dustin before settling your gaze on Eddie. Even though you knew most of how his night went, spent in peaceful bliss with Chrissy, you couldn't help but pay attention. You secretly hoped maybe that she didn't show, even though that would completely crush him.

"Fine." He muttered, throwing a pretzel back onto his tray aggressively.

You swallowed hard, looking away with haste when his hazel gaze met yours.

Maybe she didn't show? Or maybe he was just angry at you for storming off like a child having a tantrum after being denied an overly expensive toy.

"Okay." Dustin remarked, terribly aware of the awkward tension that hung thick in the air.

"Well, what did you think of it?" Mike asked innocently.

You flicked your eyes toward his with a warning glare.

"I didn't go."

A silent oh formed on Mike's lips at your curt response.

The table fell silent, most of the boys exchanging uncertain glances filled with concern.

Ever since your fight with Eddie, you had an unrelenting headache. You never usually got headaches, maybe when you were sick or stressed out, but recently it felt like your head was always hurting. And today was no exception, especially considering the circumstances.

"You guys going to Harrington's tonight?" Gareth asked to the table, seemingly oblivious to all the tension. Bless him.

Almost everyone except you and Eddie erupted into excitement.

"I can't wait!" Dustin exclaimed, grabbing Mike by the arm and shaking.

Their pure elation acted as a perfect distraction from the weird vibes you and Eddie had.

"Eddie, are you going?" Mike asked. Mike always tried to mirror Eddie or gain his approval through doing the same things. It was sort of cute. Like a big brother, little brother bond. 

Once again you found yourself looking over at Eddie.

You and Eddie had plans to go together and meet up with Robin and Nancy. But after Tuesday, you weren't so sure if either of you were going to make it there at all.

Eddie looked at you briefly with a dark, scornful expression.

"Maybe. It depends."

You watched as he clenched his jaw before you turned to focus back on your lunch.

"What about you?" Asked Jeff.

You placed your sandwich down, turning over to your left where he sat. You hadn't sat next to Eddie since Tuesday and it felt weird to turn toward Jeff and not see a curly head of hair.

"Can't say." You replied.

Jeff huffed humorously.

"As if you'd miss Steve's party. Everyone knows he has a thing for you."

You whipped your head to face him.

Apparently not everyone knew, considering this was the first you were hearing of it.

Seems as if it was also the first time Eddie was hearing it too based on the questioning expression he wore.

"What are you talking about?" You asked incredulously.

Seriously, where on earth did Jeff get this information from? Robin had told you about Steve's past, being a total whore and all, but as far as you were concerned he was different now. He was dating Ashley or Tammy...wait no, was it Heidi?

"Don't act like you don't know Y/N." Gareth piped up.

All of a sudden both you and Eddie's interests were piqued, sharing a quick and furtive glance. Despite your recent shortcomings with one another, you couldn't help but exchange knowing looks.

"Have you seen the way he looks at you? Like you're even hanging around Family Video for any other reason but to see his stupid face."

The table was amused with your wide-eyed perplexity.

"I hang around Family Video because of Robin. Steve just happens to also work there."

Sure you had spoken to Steve quite a few times and felt like you knew him considering how he was always a fan favourite topic amongst you and Robin, but Steve didn't seem like the kind of guy who would ever want to date you.

I mean he had the perfect Nancy Wheeler who was a bit of a priss and before that, a plethora of stereotypically pretty cheerleaders. You on the other hand were far more darker and demure, a cesspit of thrumming obscurity. You were a little hidden and aloof, a complete contradiction to Harrington himself, let alone the women he attracted.

Gareth and Jeff exchanged glances before snickering.

"Ooh, sounds like Y/N has got a crush." Gareth remarked.

Eddie pushed himself up and away from the table, rushing away with urgency.

You jumped at his sudden and violent movements, eyes trailing his form as it rapidly moved out of view and disappeared between the cafeteria doors.

"Seriously, what the hell is going on between you two?" Dustin asked nonplussed, shaking his head and turning back to the table.

"Nothing."

-

You were in math class with Robin when she decided to poke and prod you for answers about your week long mood.

"So what's up with you?" She asked with her usual judgemental sneer.

"Nothing." You replied nonchalantly, toying with a pen that rested between your pointer and thumb.

"So, it has nothing to do with Eddie storming off in the cafeteria and disappearing for the day?"

You scoffed at her knowing tone.

"He was probably going to see Chrissy or something." You muttered snarkily, sounding a little more jealous than you had intended.

Robin observed you and took in your words carefully. She hummed to herself for a moment before letting it go altogether, leaning back in her seat with an air of nonchalance.

"You coming tonight?"

You groaned at the thought, resting your head in your hands out of defeat.

"I don't know Robin." You muttered. "Not a fan of parties."

Robin laughed as she leaned forward, resting her chin atop her palm.

You didn't really want to go tonight. You quite simply just weren't in the mood. After your spat with Eddie and teasing from the boys at lunch, you wanted to just go home and crawl into bed and happily forget about the entire week.

"Oh come on, Steve's parties are really fun! I like watching the dingus get drunk and pine over Nancy. Maybe you and Eddie can have it out?"

You raised your head and turned to meet her. Well, the mention of Nancy had put you at ease. You were now certain Steve the hair Harrington wasn't crushing on you. If only Jeff and Gareth were here now.

"You think Eddie is going?" You asked, voice sounding small and insecure.

Robin placed a hand on your shoulder as she regarded you.

"Yeah. He's selling. Of course he'll be there."

You gently sighed and looked down at your notebook, still not making any sense of the equations Mr. Martin forced everyone to write.

"What would I even wear?"

-

It was 6pm and Robin had convinced you to wear her clothes after rifling through your own closet and coming up with zilch. An all black outfit that included a short skirt, inky stockings and chunky boots was how she had dressed you, utilising clothes from her goth phase. She even gave you her oversized denim jacket with the single eye on the back to keep you warm.

Robin was actually quite stylish but in a surreptitious way. She wasn't outwardly open about her interest in makeup and fashion, but she somehow tousled your hair like a pro.

If you were being honest, you looked good and if you weren't feeling confounded and guilty, you might have acted like it.

Throwing on a few silver rings and fixing any unpinned strands as you studied your reflection, Robin had decided you were good to go.

-

Fuck, it was loud and packed. You hadn't seen Steve's house before and you definitely couldn't make out what it looked like now. Not with the loud music, bustling teens and random trash scattered over counter tops and floors. Robin had abandoned you almost straight away, making a beeline for Steve donned in sunglasses and a redhead you hadn't seen before. But you weren't even mad, how could you be? You were in a crap mood, sucking up the oxygen like some sort of vibe arsenic.

You decided to look around, hoping to see Eddie cloistered in some dark and dingy corner selling joints like the little criminal he is.

Being alone in such a loud and crowded environment made you miss Eddie by your side. Made you miss his radiating warmth and the smell of cigarette and cedar.

Not talking to him all day and most of the week made you feel so terribly isolated. You laughed at the thought, considering how you once believed that you didn't mind being alone. But that was before Eddie.

Your headache returned with a vengeance, unsure as to whether the throbbing was from the pain or the excessively loud music. Looking over to the kitchen counter you spotted a bowl of punch, or probably some terrible concoction of straight alcohol in sugary syrup. Yet, it enticed you. Robin laughing with the bashful redhead and Eddie no where to be seen, you filled up a cup and went to town.

The violent burn that constricted the insides of your throat made you grimace. It didn't stop you from getting another and another and before you knew it you were unequivocally wasted.

You were enjoying your little corner in the kitchen, snacking on some pretzels before you felt a shift in the atmosphere around you.

"Hey look, it's the freak's slut." Called a masculine voice.

You turned your head toward the God awful sound of Jason Carver speaking. 

"Surely he isn't far behind, now is he?" Jason added.

Suddenly, you were encircled by a group of chuckling jocks all glaring at you with intention. They reeked of alcohol and wore expressions that made you uneasy. Why were they wearing those ugly jackets outside of school?

Jason's posse smirked as he stalked closer toward you. You huffed in the wake of your broken reverie, annoyed at the repulsive sight before you.

"I don't know where Eddie is, why don't you ask Chrissy? Or is this pathetic little display of peacocking to make up for the fact that you have a small dick?"

All of a sudden a cacophony of loud cheers accompanied the ringing music as your little kerfuffle with Jason garnered some attention.

As all of the jocks turned to Jason patiently awaiting his response, he clenched his fists by his side before leaning toward your face, his expression contorted in anger.

"You shut the hell up whore." He seethed.

You didn't know if the liquor emboldened you or if you just simply hated Jason for the way he had treated Eddie and your friends over the years, but the idea of simply walking away had been left in the dust. 

"You didn't like that did you? Tell me Jason, how does it feel to have your grass cut by the town freak?"

You were calculated and drunk off of Jason's humiliation more than the punch itself. Talk about liquid courage.

You leaned back on the lemon coloured counter, tilting your head to side as you sized him up.

"This is embarrassing, even for you. Maybe if you didn't have such a hard on for being a bully, you might be able to keep her."

Jason's eyes nearly burst out of his skull at your comment.

He somehow stepped impossibly closer, his hot breath fanning over your face. He lurched forward and gripped your wrist tightly. His hold left half moons in the plush of your skin.

"I'm sure you know how it feels. He rejected you. Who knew, even the freak has standards."  He replied snarkliy, words dripping with venom.

Maybe if you weren't so intoxicated,  you might have remained a little more dignified.

You huffed, pushing him back as tears threatened to spill. After he stumbled on his feet and collapsed into his group of friends, he shot back up fast and began to make his way toward you once more with renewed fervour.

You turned around to the counter and picked up the punch bowl with all of your might. Before you knew it, the glass bowl was empty and Jason was soaked in carmine liquid.

The music halted and everyone around you held their breath. The scene unfolding was ghastly. The relatively new freak giving it back to the jock.

Suddenly, a shaggy haired figure obscured your view. Eddie had placed himself in between you and an inflamed Jason.

"Look! Here he is to defend his slut." Jason chuckled straightening himself a little, acting as if he didn't look like a drenched gutter rat.

Now it was Eddie who was irate.

"Don't call her that." Eddie spat through clenched teeth.

They stood toe to toe, both parties brimming with an air of violence.

"What are you going to do about it, freak?"

You watched the scene unfold in front of you with sheer horror. Eddie was a sweetheart, but you wouldn't put it past him to beat the absolute shit out of Jason. Especially after your altercation with him still fresh in the air. So you decided to take action and back him up.

"We're gonna kick your ass."

Eddie's eyes widened in shock and fear as he turned toward you comically.

"We are?" He whispered to you.

As Eddie tried to come to terms with kicking ass as you so called it, Steve had magically appeared, standing to the side of Jason.

"Jason, get out. Now."

Robin stood beside Steve, wearing a wide eyed expression. She couldn't believe the scene in front of her.

Jason wiped his face with his jacket sleeve as he took one step toward your direction.

"This isn't over." He threatened, before turning around and leaving. Jason's posse trailed behind him, casting warning glares in your direction.

As they made their exit, everything had become too much for you as you abandoned the situation to rush outside. You pushed past the crowd that was already beginning to disperse, faintly hearing the sounds of Eddie trailing behind you as Steve turned the music back up. The party had returned in full swing, blurring the vague distinction of a previous contention.

-

Outside, you hunched over in a random lawn chair, staring directly into Harrington's swimming pool as if it held the answers like a crystal ball. You caught your disheveled reflection in the aquamarine, thoughts swirling as you wondered how you had got here.

As you mulled over your run in with Jason, your fight with Eddie and your past, you felt a presence at your side. Except this time you welcomed it.

Eddie had appeared, taking a seat in the empty lawn chair next to yours. You looked at him with your eyes rimmed red as you willed yourself not to cry.

It was like he could feel your pain, his face in all of its broad contours furrowed in concern.

"Are you okay?" He asked, reaching for your wrist that Jason had hurt.

You nodded your head slowly as he traced a calloused thumb over the marks. He clenched his jaw the more he continued to inspect your injured wrist. It was almost as if he were trying to calm himself down with your touch.

"What's the prognosis, doc?" You asked with a faint smile across your lips when he made no move to break the silence.

He looked up to catch your gaze. But he didn't want to joke, clearly tortured by everything that had happened throughout the week and night. Eddie let go of your wrist, opting to run his hands through his tangled locks. The sight threatened your resolve.

"Eddie." You muttered brokenly.

He turned to face you once more.

"What did I do?" He whispered, just as broken, leaning into your presence.

You allowed a single tear to spill. He wanted nothing more than to kiss it away.

Since you started getting to know Eddie, you had noticed how he was a little insecure. Of course he jumped on tables and acted like an apeman, but you caught glimpses of vulnerability. You could see in his eyes how he actually did care about what people thought and that his abbrasiveness was more of a reflexive and defensive measure.

"You didn't do anything." You replied.

Your defeated tone and wavering voice nearly killed him. The unsteady sight of you alone almost made him want to waltz up to Jason at school on Monday and punch him square in the jaw. That's if you didn't beat him to it first.

"Why'd you push me away?" He asked earnestly, nudging his knee against yours.

You exhaled deeply and looked toward the dark starry sky. I can't, you thought.

"Don't know." You whispered.

Eddie didn't seem completely satisfied with your answer, but after the events of the tenebrous night he didn't seem willing to push any further.

"I didn't see you come in." You started, hoping to shift gears.

He chuckled lightly, leaning back in his rickety lawn chair.

"I was upstairs, then I heard...I don't know what I heard. But, I came down and saw you." Eddie replied, studying your face.

"Didn't think I'd ever see you try and knock Jason Carver out." He added, clearly amused.

You both started to laugh, glad that some of the awkwardness had dissipated into the night. Hearing Eddie's laughter was relieving, almost as if the hearty melody were medicine.

It was only a few moments later you decided to take a leap into the abyss that was your fight with Eddie.

"Did Chrissy show?" You asked shyly.

He took a deep and tremulous breath.

"Yeah...but she wasn't there for the music. Or for me." He replied a little dejected.

"Eds..."

He chuckled, feeling pitiful for himself.

"Turns out she was just looking for something to take the edge off. Being little miss perfect isn't easy believe it or not."

You stayed silent, uncertain as to what you could say. Part of you felt slightly relieved, whilst the other part felt sad for Eddie.

"I'm really sorry." You started.

"I didn't mean to act like a bat shit crazy person. I just thought..."

Eddie tilted his head in confusion.

"Thought what?"

You looked to your lap, chastened by his inquisiton.

"That you had grown, I don't know, tired of me?"

Your eyes flicked up to meet Eddie's, hoping to gauge his reaction to your own insecurities.

He had laughed, but not in a condescending way.

"I don't think I could ever grow tired of you. Not even when you don't talk to me for days or threaten to beat up the basketball team on my behalf." He mused, flashing that pearly grin and wide eyed smile of his.

You sighed in relief as an immeasurable weight had been lifted off your shoulders.

"And thank you. For defending my honour." You continued, matching his smile.

He started twisting his chocolately locks around his finger in a coquettish manner.

"Someone has got to defend your virtue."

You both laughed some more, except this time a horrendous wave of nausea ensued. You clutched your stomach and cupped your mouth in a feeble attempt to prevent vomiting.

"Okay, I'm taking your drunk ass home." Eddie remarked grabbing your waist and holding you to his side as he assisted you out of your lawn chair.

His touch made you giddy and you chuckled under his hold. Even though you almost hurled into Harrington's pool, the alcohol had taken hold of your head now.

You began to sway and laugh absent mindedly as the rest of the world around you went a little hazy.

Your new carefree attitude emerged thanks to cups and cups of mysterious punch.

"You're fucken crazy." Eddie muttered, slightly enamoured by your rapidly deteriorating state.

Eddie continued to guide you through the garden gate that lead to the front lawn.

When the two of you approached the end of the path, you halted in your tracks. Eddie bumped directly into your back, sending a rather large wave of nausea that had practically already arrived at its destination.

"Eddie." You whispered.

He craned his head around your right side to catch your gaze. Your face was pale and white as the moon, while your eyes were bloodshot with blown out pupils. You were going to be sick.

Faster than Eddie could register, you doubled over and vomited all over the emerald grass.

He quickly grabbed your hair in a loose ponytail, urging you to crouch with him. Lucky you were cloistered by bushes due to the route you were taking to Eddie's van, thankful no one could see you throw up your entire breakfast, lunch and dinner.

"It's okay, sweetheart." Eddie mused, holding you close to him on the outskirts of the path as he stroked away any unruly strands that didn't make it into his makeshift ponytail. You started to sob profusely inbetween your vomiting.

You absolutely hated this. First, you had lost your mind over Eddie using you to impress Chrissy. You had gotten so frustrated by your convoluted feelings you hurt Eddie. Then, you tried to fight Jason and his posse. And now, well, now you were vomiting on Harrington's lawn crying at how embarrassing this whole ordeal had been. To top it off, you had Eddie holding you to his chest watching your drunk ass vomit.

"When you first met me Eddie..." You started, wiping away tears that were uncontrollably falling down your face.

"You said I was lonely. And you were right."

Your voice faltered as you reached up to rub at your eyes. Any modicum of control or logic that you might have possessed earlier had completely dissolved.

Eddie held you a little tighter.

"It's not what I had meant to say, Y/N." He replied, still caressing your face gently as guilt bloomed in his chest.

"It's because it hurts to care. I know I care, more than you do. I care too much and I can't do it." You sobbed, clutching at his leather jacket like it were a lifeboat in an endless sea.

Eddie was struggling to make sense of what you were saying. It was quite literally pouring out of you. Your vulnerability overwhelmed him.

"I can't forgive myself. Not after...after Matt." You huffed, like you had just ran a marathon and exerted all of your energy. You barely registered in your drunken stupor that you had grazed the surface of a secret. A secret you desperately wished to keep from Eddie.

It was like alarm bells had gone off. What the fuck? Eddie thought, confused about your drunk ramblings. He knew you were holding back about why you were really upset near the pool, but he wasn't expecting...this.

Your admission caused Eddie to still. Who was Matt? A twinge of jealousy rolled off his tongue as he tried to repeat the name after you, after the name came so freely from your lips.

Eddie knew that you had...issues to say the least and that you were harbouring something dark. He could feel it bubbling beneath the surface whenever you zoned out like you always did. He swore he caught a glimpse of something painful in your eyes the first day you met in the woods, it was why he thought you were lonely. Why you were so defensive and pushed people away like you did earlier in the week. Why you needed to be listening to music or reading or talking incessantly about books or films. He knew you were hiding, he just didnt know what.

You on the other hand hadn't even realised what you said, still quietly sobbing and gasping for air. In your fractured haze of a state, you were suspended in complete and utter confusion.

One minute you were in control, holding back both tears and your past. Now all of a sudden the flood gates were open and Eddie had the privilege of bearing witness to it all.

Eddie held you tightly, even though his gentle strokes along your hairline ceased. He couldn't help it, his mind was reeling. After a long while of just holding you while you cried and drifted in and out of consciousness, he eventually came back to his senses.

"Come on." He whispered into the shell of your ear, as he dragged you up with him.

Before you knew it, he had lifted you into his arms as he carried you all the way to the end of the street where his van was parked.

With your soft palms draped around his neck like a dainty chain, he swore he was going to figure out who Matt was and what he had done to make you so inconsolable.

[athyathye]

Hiiii! I love your stories! Can I ask for a fluffy scenario of Chifuyu, Koko and Mikey with innocent s/o and she surprises them with her cat ears (she didn't realize that she's still wearing it) and they tease her by asking her to say meow or hide her from the group or other stuff (SFW- I leave it up to you) If that makes sense and I hope I followed your rules correctly. :))) Thank you!

Cat Ears!

Author's note 📝: You followed it to a T anon dw :))) and thank you as well! This was a cute idea KAKSKSKS

Warnings ⚠️: usual profanities and violence the boys commit on the daily-

Part 2

Chifuyu :

❥  Chifuyu’s night routine would be playing with Baji until the dawn, or until one of them falls asleep. Whichever happened first lol.

❥  Now, Chifuyu was a generous lover, everybody would agree on that. He’s shameless in showing you off, always buying anything and everything that crosses him in his way just for you.

❥  So naturally, you’d want to reciprocate his love as well. An animal lover he was, a cat-person to be specific, and you had just come across these cute little cat ears at the mall. Being the cute and soft- loving person you were, you had bought them.

❥   With the intention of checking them out in front of a mirror to see if it looked cute on you, you had forgotten you wore them once you heard the frustrated yell of your boyfriend in his room.

❥  He invited you over for a sleepover, but he was paying more attention to his video games which made you honestly feel a little peeved.

❥   You made your way outside, only to see him furiously tapping on his keyboard. Spewing curses left and right while aggressively ruffling his hair.

❥  So you did what any girlfriend would do with their frustrated gaming boyfriends, squeeze yourself in his lap. He seemed to be really focused on the game so you had instead buried your head on his shoulder.

❥  “Frickin’ dog poop! You’re seriously bad at this Baji!” “Bro what? The f*ck? Is your girlfriend there or something?” Baji chuckled before screaming because his character died. Which made Chifuyu take his hands off the keyboard in frustration.

❥  He embraced you back for a few seconds before he opened his camera. “Honestly, don’t play games with me if you’re gonna be that bad.” “Yeah, yeah let me go grab a drink first.” Baji said, pretending to not see you cuddling, because to be honest, you’ve both done pda way too many times for him to feel uncomfortable anymore.

❥  “Sorry baby, let me just wait until this trainwreck falls asleep and I promise to give you cuddles” He said, hand caressing the back of your head which caused you to sit straight on his lap with a pout.

❥  ‘What the’ Chifuyu thought, Hands doing motions like how  a fish out of water would, unable to stop the smile from growing on his face.

❥   “Babe- oh my g-” “What- BABE YOUR NOSE- This! This is why I tell you to stop staying up at ungodly hours” “No babe- Where’d you get that?”

❥  He pressed a hand on his nose, one hand keeping you still on his lap as he turned redder and redder by the minute. That was when he decided to just let Baji enjoy the rest of the night by himself. ‘F*ck bro code when you can have something as cute as this.’

❥  He stood up, carrying you with him. Walking to his bed where he gently lay you, before dropping his entire body weight on you which caused you to groan but only to have him squeeze you tighter, hoping it could stop him from squealing.

❥ Then entered Baji “....You did this on purpose didn’t you *sshole. Leaving the camera open- You don’t have to brag you’re living the life god dam-”

Koko :

❥  “Bubs, wanna go to the mall with me? >~<??” Kokonoi read your text over and over again, feeling his cheeks hurt from smiling.

❥  Inupi glanced from the corner of his eye, it was unusual to see Koko smiling so wide that it made goosebumps travel from his neck down. But hey, if he was happy, then so be it. Even though he really couldn’t understand how the both of you got together-

❥  Both were currently walking along the path to your supposed meeting place, Inui tagging along because he had something to buy. Totally not because he didn't wanna feel left out of your friend group even though he was a 3rd wheel no sir.

❥  They were both just waiting for you to arrive, talking about gang-related stuff before they heard your familiar footsteps. How would they know? You had a very specific way of walking, By that they mean your big shoes and running sounds always signifies that you were here.

❥  “Koko! Koko!” you called out, which made Kokonoi subconsciously smile and glance away from Inui who had just sighed ‘Love makes you look like an idiot’ He thought as he too now glanced at you, only to get surprised for a moment before looking away.

❥  ‘ah. I must have done great things in my past life’ Koko thought as he watched you wave at him from your distance. His right hand covering half of his face, trying to hide his very obvious blush that could be seen from his tinted ears.

❥  “Baby, what is all that? You trynna’ make me fall for you again?” “huh? Oh! I must have left them on! gosh! how embarrassing, let me take them off-” “Keep it. You look cute that way”

❥  He ruffled you head, being careful to not mess your cat ears off, before he remembered he had brought Inui with him. Causing his overprotective boyfriend skills to enter. Hiding you behind him as he turned to the said male.

❥  Inui just raised his arms up. Slowly backing away from Koko’s seething glare. ‘Love really makes you do stupid things as well’ He thought. He couldn’t say he wasn’t jealous though. ‘What a good day to be single…’ He spitefully thought, glancing back to see you giving a peck to Koko’s cheek who looked damn near ready to combust.

❥  “I should buy you a black one. Let’s get 3 more, and maybe a tail. Ooh some fishnets would be really cute as well. Come on, I’ll take you for lunch after my treat.”

Mikey :

❥  A gang leader is always busy. Of course they were, but never too busy for the people they love. And that made you feel very special, how he would leave in the middle of his meetings because you told him you missed him, or how he would make some space for you wherever he was because he knew you liked to visit him at spontaneous times.

❥  He made sure to let others know you weren’t to be messed with. Nobody could say anything to you besides the people he lets. Which was only just the main people of Toman.

❥  That was why, it was no surprise to them anymore when you’d randomly show up when they were doing something. The last person who had the balls to call you out because you were apparently ‘disrupting work’ was found a week later in the hospital, jaw crushed along with a new nose.

❥   “Mikey~!” You cooed, catching their attention. They all glanced towards you who had a pink and soft-looking cat ears on your head, matching the big bright pink hoodie you wore.

❥ “Oya?” “We got a cat girl~” Baji and Mitsuya teased, smiling ever so slightly at you. They sounded like older brothers doting on their kid sister ngl

❥ “Eh? Oh! I forgot about this!” you smiled, your cheeks blushing just a tad bit from embarrassment.

❥  “You look cute anyway, right Mikey?” “Mikey?” “Mikey-” Draken and another two echoed, glancing at their leader who had shadows blocking his face from glancing down.

❥  “Phew, looks like you broke him y/n-san” Smiley amusedly glanced at you who walked and stood in front of Mikey.

❥  “Mikey? Mikeyyy!” you uttered, your hand reaching for his head before he unexpectedly clasped it with his and turned to look at you “y/n-chan...Who told you to look this cute in front of the gang?...Only I….Only I should be able to see you like this!” He lightly shouted, fake teary eyes were visible causing you to look at him in irritation.

❥  “Stop messing around!” You bonked him in the head. “I’ll wait for you there!” you pointed to his motorcycle which was parked a bit far, but before you could he held your wrist back. “Stay here, I don’t want any more people to l-” “Come on captain, get on with it.”

❥  Uh oh. Who was that b*stard? A lanky looking boy who looked no older than 16 scoffed. “Oi-” Draken started but got shushed by Mikey’s booming voice. “Huh? You got a problem with me or something?” “No sir, I-”

❥  “Don’t care.” The male was then kicked to the ground, managing to land all fours before he got kicked once more near you, but still quite far.

❥  “Do something useful and be a stepping stool. Stay like that until the end of the day.” Mikey commanded, glancing coldly at the guy before you, until his eyes met yours again which made his mood comedically better. Attitude changing faster than light, which made all the other boys sweatdrop and look away.

❥  “I’ll get ya some catnip later~” He teased, only to get the cat ears he found adorable thrown at him.

[prideofcelestia]

Hey congrats on your milestone!!! If it isn't to much trouble may I have (male) obey me matchup please. My pronouns are she/her. Im a Capricorn, my Mbti type is infj-a/infj-t. I tend to be shy around new people but I can be somewhat loud with people who im close to. My height is 5'0. Im not very athletic and im not a big fan of sports but I love to go roller and ice skating. I also love to read books and to also cook and bake food. I also like to garden. I've been playing the violin for 7 years. I love animals and im planing on becoming a wildlife veterinarian. I like to Watch nature/animal documentaries. I also like sweets. Somethings I dislike are people who bend or ruin my books and people who speak over me when im trying to talk.I love music, I can listen to any genre and like it but my favorites are indie,bedroom pop and classic rock. My ideal relationship would be with someone who is loyal and supportive. sorry if i spelt anything wrong. Hope im not bothering you:)

thanj you! you are not bothering me at all. dw, your ask and grammar are fine!

*drumroll* i match you with

satan

used to the ruckus at HOL because of his brothers, your shyness feels like a breath of fresh wind. with time, when you start opening up to him, he feels special that you are comfortable around a being of wrath who usually instills fear. the feeling that you allow him to get closer to your heart while accepting all of him is too beautiful to express in words.

he is not one to mention appearances but he can't help but find your height cute. of course, if it bothers you, he never mentions it again but if you are fine with it, he gets playful. he will ask you to sit on his lap and then tease how his chin fits perfectly in the crook of your neck because of the height difference.

if your interests lie in roller and ice skating, better believe that this man researches about those feverishly and masters those to accompany you. he thinks that it's cute to catch your partner just when they are about slip while skating so he is secreting wanting you to slip into his arms just like you slipped into his heart.

he's a major show-off, but only so that he can impress you. he needs to show you his best side, and his knowledge regarding the stuff that you are interested in. he is too cool for the world, isn't he? *twirls hair* that's his mating call \(0_0)/

reading time together! he finds nothing more romantic that being in the same room and doing what you love. recommending books, discussing them, marking quotes that reminds him of you, whispering romantic lines that he feels perfectly describ his feelings are common in your relationship.

satan enjoys watching documentaries with you, and keeps introducing you to new ones. the devildom has a bunch of amazing documentaries that only a dedicated dork like him could have found.

oh tell him about it! books are sacred even for this demon, so he understands your sentiments. once mammon damaged one of his books while stealing it and let's just say it wasn't lucifer who scared the second born that time. being a good listener and genuinely interested in what you have to say, satan listens to you and offers his own opinions enthusiastically. he has a warm regard for your intelligence and will memorise every word you utter to learn more about you. hell forbid that someone speaks over you in front of him. if you feel too awkward to speak up, he subtly asks you to finish, making the interruptor stop and feel a little foolish so they pay you attention. he catches on your discomforts pretty easily but he doesn't interfere always. he wants you to stand up for yourself!

you two often listen to music together using one earphone, arms brushing against each other and smiling inwardly.

this man will be loyal and supportive in whatever endeavour you choose to dedicate yourself to. any help you need, he will be there to provide it- be it resources or moral support.