#hi don't look at me transfering some headcanons over

[fours1ren]

head empty, except for thoughts about miss annie cresta and how she's so kind and resilient and unafraid to be herself, regardless of how people perceive her.

she's not the same person she was before her games. that spitfire of a girl is never going to return home. the arena breaks everyone that dares survive it... but that hasn't stopped her from learning who she is now. it hasn't been easy and there's still a long road ahead, but she's started learning to live with her grief and mental illness ( in spite of the people that wish to use it against her ). they're a piece of her and she sees no reason to be ashamed of that.

it's one of the reasons why she's such a warm presence and why she seems to pull people toward her without even trying. she can't fix others, but what she can do is support them while they grow and learn to heal their wounds themselves.

[fgumi]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ LOSER IN A HOT MAN'S BODY

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 { PAIRING; non-idol!heeseung x reader, GENRE; fluff, school!au, headcanon, WC; 2.8k, A/N; i love losers that love that girlfriends entirely too much but, at the same time, not enough. TAGS; @en-dream @heeheesang @httpenhoon @r1kification @seungheartyou, @starfallia @sugarikiz @hoondolls @bamguetismee @jnysaln @cixrosie @wensurr @heartheejake @m1kkso }

(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ part two is up!

loser!heeseung was never the first one to get chosen for anything. well, he did get chosen first for musicals and solos! he had a beautiful voice and there was no denying that. but, for anything else? nope. it wasn't until you transferred over to his high school that he got picked willingly (and not because you guys were the only two left). you approached him in gym class after your teacher said to partner up for conditioning. "hey! i'm y/n. do you think we could be partners today?"

heeseung just blinked at you and then turned to see if someone was behind him. when he verified you were talking to him, he turned back to see you with a bemused look, a slight crease forming right between your brows. "you are talking to me, right?" he asked nervously.

a wry smile formed on your lips as you nodded. "there’s no one else around."

heeseung couldn't believe it. someone who wasn't a part of the theatre department was talking to him! so, he agreed with only a moment's hesitation. by the time sit-ups came around, heeseung knew about your basic interests and one secret: you were big on anime. you explained to him, during his sad attempts at pushups, that you loved anime but remained closeted because the boys at your last school made it weird. heeseung was careful not to let his excitement show; he didn't wanna scare you off before he really got to know you. eventually, after all the hellish exercises your teacher put you through, heeseung shyly asked you why you wanted to be partners.

"you looked like the type that doesn't judge people for struggling," you replied after drinking your water. you wiped the droplets of water that trickled down your neck and then offered heeseung some. "i don't have cooties. promise."

he gave you a faint, unsure smile, his hand reaching out slowly, half expecting you to pull it back and say psych! but you didn’t. you just patiently waited for him to take it. honestly, he just looked like a spooked deer to you, and you couldn’t help but find it endearing. after class was over and it was time for lunch, heeseung deflated. it was nice talking to you while it lasted.

“heeseung! wait up!”

he turned to you with round eyes, watching you rush over, a backpack draped over your right shoulder. you were freshly showered, water still dripping off the ends of your hair. you looked... happy? you slowed to a stop right in front of him.

“do you mind if we eat together?”

you wanted to eat with him? a cool girl like you wants to eat with a certified loser like him?

“it’s okay if you already have plans! i think i can find somewhere else to sit.”

no! you jumped a little. heeseung retracted into himself, rubbing the back of his neck. he’s never had someone ask to eat with him. he just sort of sat with his theatre classmates—not even friends. they all thought he was weird. you gave him a puzzled look.

“are you sure? you don’t have to pity me just because i’m new,” you pouted. gosh, was it just him or did everyone find you adorable?

“i’m sure. i was just hesitant since i’m not known for being, you know, popular.”

rolling your eyes, you clapped a hand on his shoulder. “as if that actually matters.” you tugged him along, linking your arm with his. thank goodness you were busy looking for the cafeteria because heeseung was struggling to keep the blush off of his face. as much as heeseung didn’t want to get his hopes up, he hoped that you guys would become real friends.

loser!heeseung loved his hobbies. he could talk about them for hours; they were his passion. he loved playing maple story, league of legends, team fight tactics, going to the renaissance fair, studying the metrics of trot (this one was a little too niche to really talk about though). none of these passions were greater than his passion for you. this man was dedicated to learning everything there was to know about you now that you were friends. you teased him about how stalkerish he sounded. almost immediately, he apologized.

the way his shoulders shrunk and eyes drooped down, you were definitely the asshole. when he stopped talking, you panicked. so, you didn’t think. you kissed his cheek. you blinked. he blinked. you blinked at each other. you know that ouran high school host club scene where tamaki realized haruhi is a girl and she complimented him? you’d bet your whole house that’s how red you were because you could feel the heat radiating off your face.

heeseung’s mind was still white noise. any sounds that were supposed to reach his ears were muffled, like he was underwater. was he underwater? was he dragged down into the depths of the styx river only to be lost forever? was he dreaming to cope with the harsh reality of his death? was he—

“heeseung?” you meekly called. “i’m sorry. i shouldn’t have done that without your consent. that was—”

he must’ve called upon achilles’s guidance and invincibility because he didn’t know where he got this courage otherwise. what courage you may ask? well, the courage that planted heeseung’s lips on yours.

your lips were so soft. they tasted like strawberries. he wondered if strawberries were your favorite fruit. he could kiss you forever. oh crap, he was kissing you.

anxiety crept up his spine, invading his every nerve; it was telling him he had to pull away or else you’d leave him forever. except, when he started moving away, he noticed you followed, reluctant to end the kiss. your eyes were closed too. he could’ve sworn they were open from shock.

heeseung could feel his back creaking in protest at the odd angle; he would’ve fallen over if it weren’t for you clutching the front of his shirt. huh? oh! maybe, you liked the kiss! you liked the kiss, like he did! oh, but now he couldn’t breathe. what should he do? he didn’t want the kiss to end.

he pressed back, holding out until the last possible moment. but you pulled away first, gasping for air. a blush dusted your cheeks and heeseung could guess that he was red too—probably not as pretty of a shade as yours though.

“s-sorry,” he stammered as you caught your breath. “i don’t know why i—”

you shut him up with another kiss (but this one was too short for heeseung’s newfound thirst for kissing you). when you pulled away, his big eyes tugged at your heart. they looked so sad that you moved away. it made you giggle—this whole situation. for someone that was trying to learn everything about you, he sure did miss your huge crush on him.

loser!heeseung didn’t know how he got so fortunate. was he a luck domain cleric in real life? he felt like he was rolling nat 20s continuously. he managed to ask you out (though, he was stuttering the whole time and nearly tripped on top of you—it was a whole affair that he’d rather forget) and be dating you 3 years later? he was one lucky man. and, some might say even luckier as time went on.

you got more confident once you guys got to college and, thus, you got hotter. you found your sense of self and your fashion reflected it. heeseung wasn’t doing so bad either. he found people that he got along with and could proudly (read: shyly) call friends. he found beomgyu in the league discord server that the university had and jeongin in d&d club! he’d meet up with them every once in awhile whenever they all felt like they needed to touch grass. of course, his friends knew you came first. you were heeseung’s everything. what they couldn’t wrap around their heads was how heeseung was your everything.

“you’ve been dating for 3 years!? no way, man.” “are you secretly rich? the son of some big conglomerate?” “all offense, she’s hot and you’re… not.”

heeseung didn’t let that bother him. his friends were idiots that had never felt the touch of a woman. plus, you trained him better (you told him to stop talking about himself like he was your pet, but he refused). you loved him so much without any strings attached. you were patient with him and listened to him ramble about how league kept nerfing his favorite character with every update. you never tried to change him and you told him it’s because you fell in love with him for how he was. but, there came a day when he wished you did. he happened to overhear a conversation between you and your friends.

“girl, there’s no way you’ve been with heeseung for 3 years and he hasn’t picked up a single thing about fashion from you.” “the face cards are mismatched, ma. you’re up here and he’s not even on this plane.” “don’t you ever get embarrassed whenever you guys go out? i mean, he dresses like he’s stuck in his mom’s basement.” “i hope he compensates in other ways because he’s not doing it where i can see.” “how are you okay with someone that much skinnier than you? doesn’t your body dysmorphia get triggered?”

you stopped talking to those girls after that. however, it didn’t stop heeseung from getting hurt by it. it was true, in heeseung’s eyes. you deserved much better than what he was giving you. how is it that you loved him even though he looked the exact same as he did 3 years ago? there were so many hot guys around and you never so much as turned your head to glance. there was nothing to support his insecurity about being hot enough or being enough in general. nonetheless, that horrid conversation sparked something in heeseung.

“baby, i’m heading to the gym. i’ll be back later to cook us dinner, okay?” if your brows raised any further, they’d merge into your hairline. “the gym?” heeseung nodded firmly. “gotta start working out to combat all the ramen i eat.”

“hee, you haven’t gained weight since we started dating, despite you eating my leftovers and your food. you don’t need to combat anything,” you laughed. when you saw heeseung was still tying the laces on his shoes, you let it go, thinking nothing of it. you kissed him and reminded him to stay hydrated.

thus began heeseung’s gym journey. it was difficult. muscle barely stuck even though he was eating well over 3000 calories. but, he could see his body getting toned, more cut, so he was happy. maybe people would stop looking at the two of you like you were wrong.

his wishful thinking remained at that. despite getting noticeably more fit, people still talked. they talked about his fashion, his haircut, and his hygiene (he thought this one was unfair considering he always did skincare with you and loved doing your nightly routines).

so, on the day you told him you were going thrifting, he asked to tag along. you were taken aback. heeseung never came with you; he didn’t see the point when he had perfectly good clothes at home. but you let him come along. you thought he’d just peruse with you or be there to make sure you paid with the card he gave you (he made a lot of money from his internship and begged you to use it for anything you wanted), but he didn’t. he asked a lot of questions.

“do you think this would look good on me?” “do these go together?” “are these good quality?”

you were excited. going thrifting was one of your favorite hobbies and to see heeseung taking such an interest in it was thrilling. you gave your opinions, always with a disclaimer that fashion is up to preference. he nodded along, processing your words. by the end of your thrifting trip, heeseung went home with a bundle of clothes to wear. the next day, he’d wake up earlier than normal to try and piece his new clothes together. he knew he wasn’t good at it. his friends let him know without reservations. hell, your friends let him know with their skeptical looks. it wasn’t until he talked to sunghoon in the gym that he got some actual constructive criticism.

“you’re taking an interest in fashion?”

“nothing crazy,” heeseung muttered, kicking the dust on the floor. “i just hate the comments y/n gets whenever her friends think i’m not listening.”

sunghoon looked at his gym buddy in pity. “look, man. if everything you’ve told me about your relationship is true, i don’t think y/n cares what you wear. she hasn’t in 3 years. what makes you think it’ll change all of a sudden?”

nothing. he didn’t doubt you. he just got sick at the thought of you having to listen to all those criticisms. so, sunghoon helped him. he showed him his pinterest moodboard and made heeseung swear to never tell anyone that’s how he chooses what to wear. after that informative session, heeseung got to work. he used your instagram feed as a reference, wanting to match your aesthetic, and created a moodboard inspired by it. using his pinterest board, he went thrifting by himself. he recalled the countless videos he watched while sorting through the clothes. cotton, not polyester. depending on the stain, you can get it out. tailoring is always an option when you find something that is a little too big!

he was very serious about his transformation. he even digitally scrapbooked the pictures of him in different clothes so he could be like cher in clueless. since then, his fashion started improving. your morning routines together changed ever so slightly with you telling him to spin for you. his heart warmed with every compliment you gave him.

“who is this diva?” “i feel very underdressed. i’m changing.” “are you getting dressed by law roach?” “you’ve been taking dress to impress a little seriously these days.”

heeseung’s confidence soared. now, he wasn’t ashamed to go out with you. your friends weren’t ashamed to be seen with him either. they even went as far as to compliment him! score! he’d gotten brownie points with your friends.

“finally, he’s dressing like a boyfriend fit to be with you, y/n.”

oh, that made you pull the brakes real fast. it completely escaped your mind how much your friends dissed your boyfriend (because you brushed them off as stupid comments). come to think of it, heeseung always did manage to miss the moments where they talked about him, but only by a minute or two. what if… what if he did hear those comments?

curious and worried, you asked him during your nightly routines. “hee, did… did you start dressing up for any particular reason?”

uh oh. heeseung hated lying to you; it physically pained him. so, he confessed. “i heard what your friends think of me and i didn’t want you to have to keep hearing them say things like that.”

“oh, baby, i’m so sorry you heard that,” you cooed. “i didn’t tell you because not even an atom of me agrees with them. i love you as you are, uni tees, basketball shorts and all.”

heeseung put down the moisturizer and looked down. “i know… i just wanted people to stop thinking we’re wrong for each other.”

you frowned and pulled him into a hug. “well, we know we’re perfect for each other. i’ve known it from the moment you started talking about the metrics of trot. i remember just nodding along and thinking how beautiful you were.”

heeseung blushed at your words. you always knew how to make him feel better.

“you don’t have to dress up for anyone but yourself, okay?”

he shook his head with a small smile. “i like matching with you. it’s fun.”

“well, i guess we really gotta dress to impress then,” you grinned, kissing his cheek.

with that, heeseung was reassured. no more pressure. he could just dress however he wanted (which was however you were dressing). but, his glow up didn’t stop there. no, he thought about a haircut. he wanted something that would shut your friends up forever. so, after scrolling forever on tiktok, he found that he liked a mullet with some face-framing pieces. he went and got it done at sunghoon’s trusted barbershop and came out a new man. he immediately sent you a picture, to which you responded, “don’t go anywhere. no errands. no grabbing food. come home. now.”

safe to say, you loved his new haircut. he loved his new haircut. he loved it even more when his friends and your friends couldn’t manage words. good. stay that way.

loser!heeseung was still a loser but, at least, he was in a hot man’s body with his very very attractive girlfriend. he still played league. he still larped. he still took the renaissance fair very seriously. he still loved you more than anything in the world. he was still your loser.

disclaimer: this, in no way, reflects the idol. this is purely fiction. ✧ comments and reblogs are appreciated! ✧ give my other works a read too!

[caldella]

SINSMAS SPOILERS AHEAD

Fan theory time!

This part of this episode had me SCREAMING because I hope they're hinting at a headcanon/theory I've had for a long time!

The way this scene was such a DIRECT callback to S1E1 Muder Family, down to looking through a window and one of them being hesitant to go through with the job because there's a happy family?

In Murder Family it was the same situation (murdering someone responsible for a marriage falling apart), but Blitzø didn't think anything of it even though he had done the same with Stolas. Blitzø and Stolas' situationship vs. Stella could've well been a Martha and Mrs. Mayberry situation, if you remove the later knowledge he and the viewers didn't have at first. Mrs. Mayberry as a client could have very well been a Stella if we didn't know the context later in the episode said otherwise. Mrs. Mayberry was more angry that the public viewed Martha as a hero for surviving being shot than anything else.

And the entire Sinsmas mission making Blitzø hesitant, because now he's realizing that he relates to his target? Like, suddenly he's examining that his revenge murder stuff isn't always the best solution, and this might be hurting someone who has been through shit and should be happy? That he could be killing a Stolas or a Blitzø? That he could be ruining a family of kids like Loona and Via who don't deserve it?

That maybe like he's been doing with his personal life, he should be asking some more questions about the impact of the jobs he's taking on, too? Add in the way Blitzø insists constantly that he's an assassin, not a bodyguard, but he is super protective of his loved ones and has proven to be really, really good at saving people...

Incoming IMP revolution theories might mess this up, but I am going to be SO, SO HAPPY if the eventual end-of-show route for IMP is that they transfer from murder to being bodyguards for hire. Like IMP is now Imminent Murder Prevention or something. Blitz is getting over his mentality that he can only make people's lives worse, and what better symbolism for that than his entire company eventually being devoted to protecting/saving people instead of destroying them?

They still get to fight/shoot/kill if needed, but to help instead of harm. The absolute symbolism. The way that would probably be really good for Blitzø's mental health once he makes that connection because he loves helping people he likes or thinks need it. Moxxie might like it, too. Just everything about this possibility.

I would love it SO MUCH.

[meelkiewee]

Washed up and ready for tumblr

sadly, i'm in a bit of an artblock/burnout so i'm kinda procrastinating on some projects by doing other stuff like this eefo character design... sigh

[pls reblog, don't like]

⬇️ my choices explained under the cut

INTRO

i'll start by saying that this character design was brought to life with my kinda limited knowledge of etho and my absolute passion for heavily redesigning characters and giving them my own twist.

THE MASK AND THE MASK's MASK

the first image that came to my mind was his mask. i knew i wanted something to cover almost all his face and for it to be wolf inspired. i still wanted it to reference his skin in some way though, so i added the little metallic plate and the black forehead ribbon as the way the mask holds up.

underneath his main mask i put another simpler black mask that mainly serves 3 purposes: it makes the wolf mask more comfortable to wear without too much metal to skin contact, it mantains the face covered in case the other falls off and... guys i remember i saw a clip of hermits asking him to take off the overlay of his skin to see his face but there was a second mask underneath. i don't make the rules.

CONCEAL DON'T FEEL

after that i slowly worked up a little bit of context in my head while i was adding more details and making my choices. so what i did was making a collage of the infos i collected over time about him and his character and sprinkle a little bit of kakashiki (-cit tango) visual elements.

as we all know etho is a brilliant redstoner and a guy who really cares about privacy. put that together and you get the lore i made up for him:

with his advanced irl tech knowledge, he found a way to transfer his soul in minecraft, kinda like SAO works, and has to conceal his appearance to not get caught. here comes the layered clothes, the enormous coat and ofc the masks. due to all of this i also headcanon him preferring to live in the colder biomes, and this ties back also to the fact that he's from canada ykyk.

AWOO BUT NOT TOO MUCH

i really like wolfie etho designs i saw going around but i didn't want to design another ren with a different palette (my ren is a anthro german shepherd) so i channeled the wolf energy in the mask, the thick fur of the coat that ends with a tail (inspired by marcille dungeon lord outfit, a few notice but her dress has a tail) and in his hair, also kinda looking like a tail.

TYPE: VIBES

the eye of the wolf mask being red and scarred (for life) is of course inspired by his kakashi skin. i sprinkled red tassels here and there to fill in the spots and mainly cause i personally love tassels and wanted to add some red accents for redstone.

his kinda slouchy posture is totally for vibes, etho comes across to me as this kinda lazy/chill guy that channels the energies he has into thinking about the redstone he gotta do and calls it a day. i tried to channel that also in the kinda generic plain clothes.

for the vibes i wanted to put him in crocs/flip flops too but i couldn't otherwise he would absolutely freeze. i had to give him some warm boots or whatevs *sigh*

i tried to make his single visible eye as cute and puppy-looking as possible 'cause c'mon he a cutie pie okay? for the mole near the eye, guys i literally can't recall where i got this piece of info and if it's even remotely true but, i read/heard somewhere he has a bunch of moles on his face irl??? idk idk this is so random, i'm sorry.

SO YEAH

this is the end of my long long explanation for this character design. i hope you like it and if you don't, i know my bestie likes it (he's a bit of an ethogirlie lol luv ya bestie <3)

the end, thanks a lot for reading!

[oceaneyesinla]

I really like your chuuya headcanons! 100% soft chuuya is the best...I always imagine he would be super soft with his partner , despite his rough exterior. Headcanons on him as a partner - sfw and nsfw maybe?

you are indulging me and i appreciate you for it <3 (i love him so much i am actually unwell over him)

Requests OPEN

Chuuya x F!Reader

Divider by @/cafekitsune

Chuuya as a Partner

SFW

the most important thing to note is that this man is LOYAL

which i think would mean that if he loves you, he is doing it with his whole heart

he is also infinitely caring

(look at the Lovecraft fight - he's spent all his time insulting Dazai but still calls out for him and runs to check on him when he gets hit)

you will be loved and appreciated all the time

his job is dangerous, and keeps him busy, but he'll do what he can to remind you of his love

texting you throughout the day whenever he can

good morning and goodnight calls if he isn't there to wake up or fall asleep with you

expect to fall asleep alone and wake up in the morning with him wrapped around you

it makes him happy to see you happy

i don't think he's the type to absolutely shower you with pricey gifts

but you'll never want for anything while you're his

of course there will be the expensive gifts

he has experience with jewels, thanks to being involved in jewel smuggling, so expect the prettiest jewellery with the prettiest stones

more than that, though, he would gift you practicality and comfort

your shoes are starting to wear out? he's probably already noticed and replaced them with your favoured style

the inner thigh seams on your jeans are wearing thin? tell him and he'll either transfer you the money for new ones or take you shopping to get some

he enjoys taking you out

he loves your bright smile and the adoring look you give him whenever he sees you staring longingly at something and picks it up to buy it without hesitation

he had it so rough for so long

he can appreciate the importance of having the basics taken care of, and he knows how much it means to indulge a little as well

he'll make sure you're well fed too

he seems like a man of culture, so expect him to cook for you

he'll give you the world, as long as you give him your love in return

NSFW

i mentioned him taking you shopping

payment is due

meaning you have to let him see you in whatever you're buying

especially if it shows off your curves

he loves nothing more than to watch you show off the pretty skirt you picked out

knowing that he'll get to take it off you later

or if he's too impatient, just flip it up and start licking at your cunt immediately

on that note, he's a giver

he wants you to feel good, and he wants it to be because of him

he'll give you whatever you need to cum for him as many times as you can

his fingers, his tongue, toys, you name it, he'll provide it

as long as you promise to let him hear how good you feel

don't try and cover up your pretty noises with him

it gets him off to hear you

he's also partial to watching you cum

fingers curling to find that sweet spot inside you just to see the way your eyes almost cross as you cum hard

carrying on from that, he likes positions where he can see your face

he's got a full length mirror, and he'll make the most of it

it's the best of both worlds - he gets to put you in positions that make you scream his name, and he can still see your face!

he tends to take the lead in the bedroom, but his secret pleasure is seeing you ride him

taking him so deep, squeezing him so tight, all while he watches your tits bounce in his face

he will almost always lean up to take one of your nipples in his mouth, he can't resist

he's very aware of his strength, and in the beginning, i think he would be very gentle so as not to hurt you

as you spend longer together and you learn each others' bodies, he starts to let go a little

he knows what you can take, and he knows what you like

he'll never be too rough (he would never want to hurt you) but he'll leave little marks across your collarbones and your neck

he will make the most of his strength though, and he does enjoy fucking you standing up, moving you up and down his cock with one arm just to prove a point

All in all, he would be an amazing boyfriend, and he would love you more than anything

[mirensiart]

maybe you should make like a master post with basic info and links on it so people stop asking you the same 3 questions lmao 🫠

I didn't think it was necessary since like, the name and premise of the au is so straightforward 🙈 but you're right, I def should so...

I'll use this instance to say:

1. No, wounds are not transferred, only the pain. If someone gets stabbed, the others won't get stab wounds but will feel the pain.

2. Physical and emotional pain are shared between the chain. Emotional pain piles up, in the sense that if twilight feels heartache over midna, his heartache will trigger legend's marin heartache, making the pain 2x for the others.

3. No, other things like dreams, memories, feelings (other than pain) are not shared/transferred.

4. Every question regarding wild's memories and how they work in this au can be seen here

5. Ravio is part of the curse too, all info about it can be seen here

6. Any other doubts, please look at the #lu pain sharing au tag here in this account, it's most probably that I already answered what u wanted to know

7. About the comic I'm drawing, it's just a fun little thing, I don't intend to make a huge plot or a full-blown comic, it's just a compilation of me fooling around with the pain sharing concept

NEW

8. No, four splitting or shrinking doesn't hurt him, I like to believe that transformations that happen naturally or that are meant to help don't hurt vs twilight's transformations which is more of a curse (and why it hurts) and time's masks (which have pained spirits inside)

9. Same thing about legend's bunny transformation, see above. It's who he truly is in the dark world, so it doesn't hurt him.

10. Yes, sky does have stamina problems and it will appear in the au eventually. I personally headcanon him as asthmatic.

11. Yes, wind does struggle with feet pain cause of so much walking, I hc him to have blisters since he's not used to it

12. No, shadow/dark link aren't part of the curse.

13. Twilight has the highest physical pain tolerance while Wind has the lowest physical pain tolerance. They are opposites when it comes to emotional pain too, since Wind is the most mature emotionally wise while Twilight can't handle emotional pain at all.

14. I hc Wind to have a vagal reaction to pain. He faints a lot in the wind waker during stressing and painful moments, which are two things that trigger vagal reactions (fainting) in people. So he will faint in the comic at some point, yes.

15. Yes, Wild's scar will also be addressed eventually.

16. Yes, warriors has emotional trauma caused by Cia.

17. Yes, legend has emotional pain caused by koholint.

I think that's it? Anyway I hope u don't mind me using ur ask as an excuse to do a kinda masterpost

[bbybaku]

hii! could we get some dabi/touya college boyfriend nsfw and sfw headcanons? thank uu

yall are gonna have to hear me the fuck out on this one okay

the 18+ part is below the cut 🫡

also sorry this took me like 9 months to write lmao

sfw

i think you and touya would be in the same big friend group that likes to drink and party together

okay so touya started off in the dorms of your big ass university as an engineering major and very quickly realized he didn't really fw it

butttttt he did fw the night scene

and his rich father paying him to be there

so touya barely passes freshman year

transfers to the community college down the road

moves into a party house w his boyz

i feel like he would either be like a blue-collar construction worker or a bar back until he's 21 when he can be a bartender

he's kind of a dick but he's also friends w everyone?

he likes fat girls

especially bipoc thic girls

like homeboy likes tits and ass and is not picky

i feel like he's a bit of a dick in an endearing way

like he's a college aged man and he's a lil selfish but you know he doesn't mean it

prob not the best bf all the time

he means well

hes a retired player who met you and is now obsessed with you and only you

yall are also lowkey on and off

but you’re working on it!!

that being said I'm sure he would be nice to you and care about you but he def has issues that he is not addressing

back to our party boy

he would order pizza for the after-party

always hosts the pregame

and the party lol

goes to the clubs !!

occasionally gets drunk and gets in fights (its hot af)

he would be generous w the ~party favors~ if you know what i mean

*wipes nose*

*cough cough*

has probably tried every drug under the sun at least once

so maybe not the best memory lol

like not a bad guy

but probably not the best

always has cigarettes

probably a Marlboro guy

or American spirits

always wearing all-black or all-dark colors

always smells really good

his room is actually really nice like he has a big bed and mood lights and some crystals

goes to the gym often but has a sleeper build

so looks scrawny but has some muscle when he takes his shirt off

prob has a stupid tattoo somewhere

like a cool one on his lower stomach

but also has a tramp stamp of a heart with wings

always has like an ocean sented canlde burning in his bedroom

has the most beautiful fluffy hair that he puts such little effort into

almost always has a 5 o'clock shadow

like does not shave his face consistently enough but he is hot so its okay

he likes to sit with his head between your legs

yall watch movies together often

like actually watch movies

he has a silver nose ring

drives like a red mustang

is prob lowkey a car guy

is not on any social media but is always watching weird youtube videos and texting his siblings

i feel like it’s a fantasy of his to get into a fight for you

like he dreams of some guy trying shit with you only for him to step in at the perfect time and beat the shit out of him

he doesn’t want anything bad to happen to you

but he would beat anyone who hurts you

nsfw

average size but a bit girthy

homeboy can fuck

like is experienced

he’s a retired whore

you are the reason he retired lol

can find the clit on anyone

you don't go home until you come at least once

quickies

all the time

anywhere you can think of

bathroom at parties

unfinished basements

empty classroom

storage closet

prob has a hand signal to you for if yall are out drinking in your group and he wants to fuck

this man oozes sex appeal

like you're not in the mood and then he's wearing all black and smells like that and suddenly you're ferral

real good at dirty talk

"behave"

"that's what I like to hear"

"have you always been this much of a slut?"

just to name a few

talks like that in and out of the bedroom

does not sext but will not hesitate to invite you over when he's horny

fucking in his room during a party

and then returning to the party

will buy you food after

fucks you to hip-hop

like good music

Red LED lights in his room

has a big ass mirror

doggy or pro bono in front of said mirror

*chefs kiss*

does not want kids so he always has a ton of condoms

he doesn't like hickies but loves when you scratch up his back

car sex

he likes to choke you

especially during makeouts

like will choke you more during a makeout than he will during sex

prob lowkey has a porn addiction so can get a little carried away sometimes

but will instantly stop if you say something or if he picks up on you like liking the vibe

he's loud as fuck during sex

like his roommates will pound on the walls

doesn't eat you out super often,, but when he does?

good god

amazing

prob will ask you to do some weird shit every now and then

like clown makeup

or to top him and call him weird names

you're normally down for it

its fun because he gets so into it

is pretty straightforward about what he wants

which is nice since you never have to guess

m.list

[callahanisms]

tell me

instead of writing a fic, i settled on writing just a general collection of headcanons. these are gender neutral. and uh, i'm on a mission to convert my friend to the swann arlaud agenda.

anyways watch anatomy of a fall on a big screen. don't do what i did, which is just watch it on my laptop. movie is too good to be watched on a laptop. and also be a streaming service.

these are gender neutral, by the way.

part 02

character: vincent renzi (aka. hot lawyer from anatomy of a fall)

for vibes: "tell me" by fifty fifty

moving to france wasn't on your list of things to do when you were in your early teens. it was such a drastic move. but unfortunately, it made sense because your mother was a film scholar who specialized in french film and she got a job to teach at a prestigious university. it was an opportunity she had to take and you were brought along for the ride.

picking up french was not that hard. you learned in school and also picked it up from the films your mother watched. you remembered watching Cléo from 5 to 7 a lot. maybe you shouldn't have, considering its themes. being immersed in the environment helped you pick up on it quicker.

all to say, you were fluent by the time you reached university.

you don't remember which class you met him in. you just know you got put in a group together for introductions. typical first year stuff.

"vincent renzi."

he had a boyish charm to him. he looked younger than you, yet you were the same age. there was still some baby fat on his cheeks.

your smile was warm. "(y/n)."

he became one of your first friends.

university was a rough transition period. you left your old friends behind. you didn't like them that much anyways. they didn't seem to like you either. so, you essentially came into university without many friends.

it's a gradual friendship, one that arises from meeting up consistently and then those meetings evolving into hanging out for hours.

doing schoolwork while drinking coffee, reading in the library, going out for dinner. hell even cooking for each other. it was a solid friendship.

it helped that you guys also wandered in the same social circle. so you also had mutual friends, including german exchange student sandra voyter.

they always talked about how you two were together. always seen talking. always seen outside of class. even when you guys had so much work to do and you shouldn't be with him because you guys ended up distracted and procrastinating your papers.

"why do you still have this?" he asks.

it was your third year of university. your place was small cozy. and it was affordable with your two other roommates. you guys had gotten lucky with the rent.

"have what?" you don't look up from your laptop. you were nearly finished with your paper.

"this."

you look up. vincent's holding up a dvd box with a beat up cover sleeve. the colors were faded and the cardboard was bent all over, creating multiple webs.

"because it's mine?"

"it's all beat up. wouldn't it be better to transfer to a new box?" he shrugs.

"my mother gave it to me when i graduated. it's...niche, i guess." you think about how she gifted you her favorite movie and the movie she has written a whole book about.

"everyone knows Céline and Julie Go Boating."

"not in that sense. just in the sense that my mother has an interesting way to mourn me leaving the house." you still stayed with her when you went back. but graduating really proved that you weren't a kid anymore. "i really liked it when i was younger. because of the colors. the rest of the stuff did not register with me. according to her, i kept asking her to put it on."

"you must have had an interesting taste as a child."

"well...she specializes in this stuff. so i'm not surprised."

"you don't even have a tv."

"okay well, i have it for novelty sake."

your eyes return to your laptop screen. you don't notice the way vincent's eyes linger on you, watching the way your fingers intently move as you finish up your paper. or how you furrow your brows when rereading your sentence and realizing it makes no sense. or the gentle curse beneath your breath when you realize you've forgotten a word in your sentence. he's never heard someone curse so gently.

he sets the dvd back where he picked it up from, feeling the worn out cardboard.

it was your birthday. such a scary time, for it to come so soon.

originally, you thought it was going to be you, vincent, sandra, and some of your other friends. after all, vincent was good as organizing group events and outings.

when you showed up at your usual meeting spot, it was just him.

"are they going to meet us there?" you question.

"we'll meet them after." he smiles.

"what is going on in that brain of yours?"

"you'll see."

when he takes your hand, your heart flutters. you've held hands before. but never did it make you feel so...light. like a cloud. you weren't sure if you were imagining your cheeks heating up slightly.

vincent leads you to a nearby cinema. he buys two tickets for a limited showing of Céline and Julie Go Boating.

"this is so..." you can't help but let out a laugh, staring at the movie ticket.

"why not? get the full experience." his eyes are gentle. there's tenderness in his gaze. it makes you feel all warm and gooey on the inside.

"you know the movie is...over three hours long right?"

"of course. that's why i picked an earlier showing. so we can get to dinner on time later."

being in the dark with your friend for over three hours. watching a movie about two people who were coded to be lovers. what could go wrong?

nothing, really. in the eyes of someone else.

to you, and to him, everything.

you haven't seen the film in forever. so rewatching it was like watching it for the first time without being distracted by the colors.

vincent couldn't watch the movie. he was more interested in the way your face shifted, how you whispered about not remembering that happening, how you laughed and the way your lips curled so cutely.

in truth, he could care less about the movie.

you were his favorite film.

as céline and julie were in a soap opera, enacting a hetero-normative plot, you turn to look at vincent. you were wondering how your friend was holding up.

your eyes meet his and your lips can't help but curl into a smile.

"are you watching?"

"of course." his eyes flicker to the screen for a brief moment.

"or were you watching me?"

"your reactions are interesting. they tell me what i should be thinking of the film."

"i shouldn't be the one you judge this film on."

silence between you two. the kind of comfortable silence you two are used to. but something feels more different. perhaps because it was dark. perhaps because the world seemed to fall away and it was just the two of you and the film faded into the background.

you were oddly close to him. your shoulders were touching. and if you moved forward, your noses would be able to touch.

you shift closer, causing his breath to hitch. "thank you for this, by the way." when you whisper, it is a message only meant for him.

"happy birthday." he says. he moves his face closer, heart pounding.

you want to meet him in the middle. you want to feel his soft lips against your own. and yet, something grips you hard. it's stomach curdling.

you move forward, your lips on his cheek. his eyes widen and his shoulders slump a little. you pull away. "it's...nice. to have the bestest friend i know."

"that's not a word." sadness settles in his eyes.

"all words are made up. so i can make up new ones."

in the moment you felt unsure about not making a move. that regret comes to follow you in your life.

graduation came too soon. way too soon.

you had decided to leave france for a bit, go to grad school abroad. somewhere else where you could pursue an mfa in creative writing.

it was your last coffee before you guys would graduate, inevitably separating.

vincent said he wanted to tell you something. it was urgent, something important to him. you could tell he wanted to spit it out.

or did he want to vomit because he was nervous?

"stop leaving me in suspense!" you take a sip of your coffee. "what is it?"

should he tell you?

should he confess?

he wants to tell you. oh so desperately. and yet, he feels it would be selfish to.

it's not about if you didn't feel the same way. to vincent, being rejected is the better scenario.

he didn't want to keep you grounded in france, a place you were looking to leave because you have spent a decent chunk of your life here. moving was good for you.

he worried that if you felt the same way, then maybe you would reconsider going away. and if you were looking to leave forever, he didn't want to be the thing keeping you here.

i love you. i have for a while. let's go on a date.

thirteen words. three sentences.

it was so miniscule. but he felt like atlas, carrying the sky. he was carrying a whole world.

vincent wipes his palms against his jeans. his heart was stuck in his throat. and his brain acted first.

"i got accepted into law school."

"that's great! oh my god!" you nearly squeal for him.

your happiness for him was enough.

writing a hit debut novel is no easy feat. and yet, you did it. people loved your novel.

the novel centered on two friends. their platonic bond ends up in a weird limbo, where there's romantic tension but neither wants to act upon it in fear. ultimately, the two friends reunite years after they separated, on different career paths. they meet at a conference, sit at a bar, and the novel ends with them rekindling their relationship. you left it up to the reader to interpret that being romantic or platonic. or even if they never talked to each other again after that night.

you were on fire as an author. and your recent publication, a collection of short stories, had become particularly famous. especially on social media.

you decided to go back to france for a few months. you wanted to spend more time with your mother and catch up with your friends. all of them you haven't seen since university.

unfortunately it also didn't mean you were on vacation. you still had to work. and you had many book signings to attend to.

when you look up to see the next person, your heart nearly lurches out of your chest.

vincent aged like wine. he still looked like how he did in university. less baby fat. gray hair. some wrinkles. but you liked it.

his eyes meet yours and he walks over. "my favorite short story was the one about the cow farmer."

"that came from a dream i had as an undergraduate student." you open the book and sign the first page. "how are you?"

"good. good. how about you?" he smiles. he's so radiant. you're reminded why you missed him. and why you felt regret in your body from all those years ago.

"well, you already know about me." you gesture to the books. your books. "have you...met up with sandra recently?"

"on the rare occasion. she's been traveling a lot. but recently she moved here. with her husband."

"her husband...samuel?" vincent nods. "he's an interesting character. from the few times i met him."

"they seem to be doing alright." he takes the signed book and peeks at what you wrote. there's a heart next to his name.

"we should talk more. catch up."

"if you're free."

you think for a second. "can you come back in thirty minutes? i should be done by then."

vincent smiles. he leaves the bookstore.

he's waiting outside for you after those thirty minutes.

[sonamytrash]

Precious cargo

An: Just Dadvi fluff that has been rotting my brain. I actually imagine Levi and readers' first baby being a little boy, but a baby girl worked better for this particular drabble. I promise to revisit some of my other headcanons following readers' pregnancy.

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Levi strides through the Scouting Legion headquarters, his sharp gaze scanning the familiar surroundings as he cradles your newborn daughter securely against his chest. The ever-present crease in his brow softens ever so slightly as he looks down at the sleeping infant, a rare tenderness glimmering in his steel-grey eyes.

"Try not to make too much of a ruckus, brat." He murmurs to the newborn, his deep voice barely above a whisper as not to disturb your child's slumber. "The rest of these idiots don't know how to behave themselves."

Levi's grip tightens protectively as he approaches the mess hall, his gaze sweeping the room. Upon spotting Hange waving enthusiastically in your direction, he lets out an exasperated sigh, bracing himself for the inevitable chaos that's about to ensue.

Carefully, Levi shifts the baby's weight, angling his body to shield your child from the impending chaos. "Hange's about to descend like a pack of rabid wolves. I hope you're ready for the onslaught." He mutters, his fingers tightening protectively around your waist.

Just as the words leave his lips, Hange's boisterous voice fills the air, drawing the attention of the entire hall. "Levi! Y,N! There you are!" they exclaim, barreling towards the three of you with unrestrained enthusiasm. "Let me see the little one!"

Levi's brow furrows as Hange approaches, their boisterous energy directly at odds with his own protective instincts. "Tch, calm down four-eyes. You're going to wake her up." He grumbles, angling his body to shield the sleeping infant from Hange's grabby hands.

Despite his gruff demeanour, there's an underlying fondness in Levi's tone as he gazes down at your daughter. "Besides, I don't want you to contaminate her with your filthy hands." He scoffs, though the slight quirk of his lips betrays his amusement.

Hange's infectious enthusiasm draws a reluctant smile from Levi as they turn their attention to you. "How are you feeling, y/n?" they ask, their eyes shining with genuine concern. "The little one treating you well?"

You nod, "I'm okay. So far, everything seems to be going smoothly." You reply, Levi's grip on the sleeping infant tightens ever so slightly, his steely gaze softening as it flickers between you and your daughter. "Tch, of course she is." he interjects, a hint of pride colouring his gruff tone. "This brat's got a strong constitution, just like her mother." He says, smiling at you affectionately.

Reaching out, Levi gently brushes a finger against the baby's downy cheek, a rare tenderness shining in his steel-grey eyes. "Causing trouble already, aren't you?" he murmurs.

The rare, affectionate smile continues to tug at the corners of Levi's lips as he watches your daughter stir, her tiny features scrunching up in a delicate yawn. "She's perfect. She gets that from y/n, too." He breathes, his voice thick with an emotion that few have ever witnessed from the stoic captain. A feint blush paints your cheeks at his affectionate display as you place your hand on his forearm.

Krista makes her way over, gushing excitedly over the baby. "Oh, she's just perfect!" She squeels.

Levi looks to you for guidance. You can tell what he's thinking, and without any words needed, you nod reassuringly. He looks back at Krista, Levi's expression shifts, his usual cool detachment replaced by a rare warmth. "Tsk. Do you want to hold her?" he asks, his tone gruff but carrying a hint of invitation.

Levi's brow furrows slightly as he carefully transfers the sleeping infant into Krista's waiting arms, his fingers brushing against the delicate girl's skin with the utmost care.

"Support her head," he murmurs, his voice low and gruff.  "And for god's sake, don't drop her."

Sasha soon bounded over, her eyes twinkling with excitement, the other members of the 104th close behind her.

"She really does look just like you, Captain!" She reached out and touched the tiny hand that was now resting on Kristas shoulder, admiring the infant's dark hair. The others in the room chimed in, oohing and aahing over the tiny fingers and toes, cooing and gushing over the newest addition to the scouting family.

"Tch, the brat's got my looks, alright." He murmurs, a hint of pride in his gruff tone. "Though hopefully she's inherited more of her mother's pleasant disposition."

Levi hovers protectively, his steely gaze flickering between the baby, the others and Krista, ready to snatch the child back at the slightest sign of trouble. A faint, barely perceptible smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he watches the petite girl and her friends coo over his daughter, his chest swelling with a fierce, paternal pride.

"Careful..." he rumbles, his brow furrowing in a rare display of vulnerability. "She's precious cargo."

[sanest-bsd-delegate]

Hey sorry friend! Here, i will request it separately for you.

Can you make headcanons for taking care of dazai after the prison arc? I feel really really bad for him and i just want to let him sleep and dote on him for weeks.

P.s. he deserves warm food and head rubs and for people to stop talking shit about him. 😭

Reunion with blood and tears

Headcanon: Dazai is reunited with his lover after his escape Dazai x Fem! Reader Masterlist Tysm anon for the request! Hope this doesn't disappoint your heart :)

Dazai Osamu was laughing. That's the first thing he does escaping the prison.

You looked bloody and beaten up badly but nevertheless you came to pick him up (I mean duh, he is the Osamu transferring information through his heartbeat Dazai)

"Osamu, please, I can't even think to loss you again" that's the first thing you would say to him as you hug him tightly, sobbing .

You know this man, despite having the happy shell, even he breaks down crying and in that embrace none of you wanted to separate.

You stared at the exit all covered in blood and wounds but you couldn't care less. Your lover was sent to the prison long ago for the past crimes he did. He was the former port mafia executive, you knew sooner or later he had to pay his deed, but this was a ruthless act.

And in the moment time didn't exist for you as you stared at you lover, so beaten up and broken almost limping to an extent and you couldn't even help him by taking his pain away. All you could do was hug and embrace him in your arms and you wept. Sooner then expected, for the second time in his life, Osamu Dazai cried, because he was relieved to go back somewhere who he could call home.

Now Now, that was one moment you had. Because of this mess created by DOA, the best service you could provide a runaway criminal was your own secret base like home.

The only supply you could give that moment was giving him food and bandages, as he proceeds to bath. He was limping badly and you told him that you could least have the made-up support for him but he brushed of saying it wasn't a big deal.

You then forcefully make him seated on the bed considering his physique screamed broken bones which you couldn't heal.

Dazai was silent all the time, he wasn't eating nor talking and seemed to lost his touch, simply showing his true nature.

You know this was the real Osamu Dazai, the one without the barrier of fake happiness. He already had bags under his eyes as if he never slept, and how fragile and thin he had gotten over the past few months.

"Dazai? Osamu, Darling please eat something, i made you some crab soup you always liked" You would plead as he just stare as you.

"I don't wish to eat right now"

And that was the moment that broke your heart. You know it would be to much for him to intake such a heavy meal so you simply came back with some fruits, cut in bits and you proceed to take a seat next to him and open his mouth.

"I love you babes but if you cant eat, i will have to forcefully make you eat, I don't want anyone to die at me"

You swear you could hear him saying 'kinky', before you proceed to fed him food.

"Good boy Osamu, you finished your food" You said joyfully giving him a head pat as you proceed to keep the dishes in the kitchen.

Head pats, rubs and hugs.... that's what he needs

He wouldn't open up to you fully and you respected his decision.

You finished up everything as you re-bandaged his wounds later at night, which seemed to fallen quiet early today.

Dazai seemed to have gained his energy, and willingly ate up all the crab soup you made.

Currently you were in the bed with him, hugging him so closely not wanting to lose him again. This war was to much. You didn't wanted anyone to die, especially you two but it was your duty, to save people's future even if it meant to destroy your own.

"Hey Osamu, promise me you wouldn't pull any of this stunt again understand? I already lost much and I don't want you loss anyone more" You said as you bury your face lightly against his chest, listening to his heartbeat which could tell wonders.

Dazai pulled you closed, his arms around you and he secures the position, his head above your head, for the first time after his escape he spoke, "Y/N I love you and I promise I wouldn't change it for the world, I wouldn't leave you, I promise"

You looked up to see him sighing with his breathe, as he slowly closes his eyes, letting the darkness wash over him yet again, but this time within the comfort of his lover by his side and it was a sight you would never change it for the world.

'I love you Osamu Dazai' you whisper as you watch him fall asleep, least with a small hinted smile on his face.

Loosing yourself a little, you kissed him on his forehead and then lightly on his lips before embracing him yet again under the covers of your bed with your lover beside you, as you listen to his heartbeat, and you swore you could decode his heartbeat saying I love you too.

Hope this satisfy all those dazai kinnies including anon and me, cus Dazai deserves much more then all this. honestly idk if this directed mainly towards the hc! But dazai fluff is all we need.

[seungxstar]

! // ➶┊is it just me?

doctor!bada x nurse!fem reader (headcanons!!)

a/n: this was boiling in my head for a lil too long so I wrote it out 😻

(if you see this feel free to send me opinions!!)

how I think one of your ward's doctor Bada would treat you on your first day at their ward. (yes this is special treatment, yes bebe is in this and it's alao like kinda canon to my hospital au too tbh)

when they first told you that you got transferred to ward 17, you were kinda sad to hear about it, since you really liked the environment in your previous ward.

but when you walked into the office to out your stuff on the table, you realised something.

"Senior Doctor Bada Lee" Oh. you are working in Bada's ward.

someone tapped your shoulder and you heard a chirpy voice go, "hi!! you must be the new girl, I'm so glad to see you first!"

the said someone introduced herself as lusher, and the two of you have been inseparable since then.

lusher also introduced you to the other doctors and nurses in the ward,

like Doctor tatter, Senior Doctor Minah, and nurses Kyma, Cheche, and Sowoen.

lusher herself was a nurse too, and her table happened to be next to yours.

"I know you're happy to see someone new but don't scare her away now."

You turned around to see Bada looking right at you.

your first instinct was to bow and greet her, but she laughed it off and said that you didn't need to be so formal towards her.

bada then told lusher to go out because she apparently wanted to 'go through some housekeeping things' with you first.

"lusher's always like this, I hope she didn't scare you off," bada chuckled. "but either way, I'm sure you're familiar with the basic protocol, but I'll attach you to me for the next 2 weeks so you can get used to this."

you nodded shyly, being flustered. it was her in general, you couldn't point your finger to it. was it the oreo dyed hair? was it the way she was kinda towering over you? was it the way her gaze is locked on yours?

you really couldn't figure it out.

"You're staring." bada said, and thats when you realised just how close she was.

"oh.. I'm sorry." you immediately mumble, taking a step back from bada.

the oreo haired girl couldn't help but smile at your cute reaction.

she stepped forward and whispered, "You get flustered easily, and that's just simply adorable. oh, you wanna grab lunch with me later at 1.45pm by the way?"

you couldn't take how close she was and merely nodded, unable to say anything.

that made bada laugh, and she ruffled your hair softly before walking away while saying, "see you later!"

you were such a flustered mess you couldn't even reply to her.

after a minute, you went back to unpacking your stuff. unbeknownst to you, two nurses have been watching this 'show' from afar.

"Y'know what, lush? I think I see your point now actually, Bada doesn't act this way to others." Kyma admits after watching your interaction with Bada from the window.

lusher replies while walking away, "I know that, I was thinking, like, is it just me?"

[a-killer-obsession]

Unspoken [Heat x Reader]

🔞 MINORS DNI 🔞

My own personal headcanon for how Heat got his scars, mixed with some friends to lovers fluff

CW: afab reader, she/her pronouns, graphic descriptions of gore/injury, surgical/medical procedures, descriptions of vomiting, hurt/comfort, friends to lovers, thigh job, cumshot, oral (reader receiving), creampie, pre-anime setting WC: ~6k

Masterlist || AO3

A/N: I'm not a doctor, I don't think this is a procedure that would even exist or work, and I'm also pretty sure they wouldn't keep a mouth wired for that long but PLOT. Fuck it, if Franky can rebuild himself on death's door with the scraps of an abandoned ship then I can make this fictional shit work. I just went with what makes sense to me after hundreds of hours of Grey's Anatomy. It's fiction babey. This whole fic is based on my personal headcanon for how Heat breathes fire and how he got the scars, for those who don't know we don't currently have a canon answer from Oda about them.

Your blood ran cold as you looked at Heat, kneeling in the dirt, his hands desperately clutching at his face, blood dripping in curtains and rivers down his neck and through his shaking fingers. His eyes were wet with tears of pain and fear, mixing with the streams of crimson that ran over him, staining his clothes, catching on the strings of his corset and turning the pinkish cords a dark, wet scarlet. Your legs carried you before your mind could process what you were seeing, cutting down the enemy beside him before they could deliver the finishing blow, dropping your sword to the ground with a metallic clang as the enemy's body hit the ground with a heavy thud. Heat's eyes were dark and full of anguish, and you cupped his face, trying to be careful of his wound but there was so much blood. Despite your delicate approach crimson still ran in rivulets through your fingers and down your forearms, tickling your skin as it snaked over it and trickled off.

“It's okay Heat, it's okay, I've got you,” your voice was hoarse and breaking as you tried your hardest to stay strong for him, to hold back your own tears and fear in order to bolster his strength.

You tore off your loose, flowy shirt, pulling it from beneath your underbust fashion corset, uncaring if it left you in your bra on the battlefield. You held the cream fabric to his face, immediately soaking scarlet as though dipped in a dye bath, pulling his hands to the fabric and encouraging him to hold it fast to quell the bleeding. You scanned the battlefield, the remaining enemies close to being entirely dispatched, as you searched for the tallest member of your crew. Spying him and his red trident that glinted in the sun, his long coat billowing behind him.

“WIRE!” you shouted, throat pulling raw under the force of your call. He ran his trident through another enemy as he turned to you, your face hidden from Heat as you held him to your chest, your eyes running with tears you failed to hold back. You, the to-tough-to-cry doctor of the Kid Pirates, hired for your unwavering strength in the face of blood and gore and death, visibly struggling to contain a sob as you looked to the tall man with fear and anguish written on your face as you held the blue haired man. His long legs carried him fast to you, dropping to his knees and skidding to a stop in front of you, his hand going straight to Heat's shoulder. “What happened?” he asked, his voice stern but threatening to crack.

“Get him back to the ship, now,” you replied, unable to bring yourself to properly answer the question, lest the fragile dam wall inside you break. “I need to find Kid, I'll be right behind you”

Wire nodded and pulled Heat into a bridal hold, the slightly smaller man letting out a whine as he was shifted, blood immediately transferring to Wire's netted shirt as he held him close to his chest and began to run. You searched the dirt for the missing piece of the puzzle you would need to help Heat, scrambling forward to collect the dismembered jaw before anyone could stand on it, his bottom row of teeth on full display, the skin and muscle torn at the edges where the enemy ripped it clean off right in front of you. You gagged but picked it up regardless, returning to scanning the field, this time finding the red haired captain easily as his giant metal covered arms swept through a line of men.

“CAPTAIN!” you called out. He didn't hear you over the creaking and crashing of metal, or the boisterous roar he let out as he crushed skulls in his Punk Gibson arms. Thankfully, the first mate heard, and his striped mask turned to you, noting with concern your lack of shirt and the thick, wet blood that glistened on your chest. He ran to you as your legs threatened to give out, catching you with strong hands as you began to dissociate at the traumatic events and those that would no doubt follow in the aftermath.

“What happened? What do you need?” He asked, overly worried, thinking it was you that was injured given the sheer amount of blood on and around you. You replied by forcing the jaw into his hands, turning, and retching. Your lunch hit the ground with a splash, legs wobbling weakly under you as one hand rested on your knee for support, the other clutching at Killer's button up shirt, turning the white polka dots red under your hand. “What- whose jaw is this?”

“Heat's,” you gagged again, the remnants of your stomach contents and bile coming up, till you were dry retching and there was nothing more to pass. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, balling Killer's shirt in your fist as you tried to steady yourself. You needed to get it together, Heat needed you. “I need Kid, I need his metal manipulation. I have no doubt Heat has a significant crush injury to the rest of his face, I need Kid to build him a new set of bones so I can operate.”

“Get back to the ship, I'll get Kid,” Killer pushed you in the direction of the Victoria Punk, pushing the jaw piece back into your hands and giving you a supportive pat on the back before sprinting away. You began your own run, your mind running as well, trying to go through every step in your mind you would need to help Heat. You weren't qualified for this, you weren't an orthopaedic surgeon, hell you were a general practitioner when you were still a law abiding citizen. You were used to common colds and broken arms from monkey bars, not this. In theory you knew how to help him, and Kid being able to manipulate metal into the correct shape would help, but it was still an immensely risky and complicated operation. Jaw surgeries usually only happened in small portions, adding or removing fragments to correct alignment and mobility issues, you'd never even heard of a full replacement. You knew the Strawhats had a cyborg though, how different could this be? You were smart, you just had to figure it out, for Heat's sake. You could only hope that he would survive, and that the prosthetic wouldn't be rejected.

Heat came too with a quiet groan, waking you from where you slept in an uncomfortable metal chair at his side, your head resting against the infirmary cot as you held his hand. His fingers twitched as he came to, your head quickly shooting up and relief washing over you, having been unsure if he would even wake at all after the marathon surgery you'd had to perform. You yourself were exhausted, but the other's could drag your cold dead body from the infirmary. It's not like you were anything more than friends with Heat, but the fear you'd felt seeing him so badly hurt was unlike anything you'd ever felt, you felt your heart in your throat the whole time you operated on him, and now you couldn't bring yourself to leave his side.

“Don't try to talk,” you quickly urged him, squeezing his hand reassuringly, your other resting on his chest as you stood so he could better see you, “I'm right here, you're okay but you're really hurt and I had to wire your mouth shut, don't try to speak”

His hand came to his face, feeling the bandages that wrapped around a significant portion of it - only his nose, eyes and forehead visible beneath the swathes of white cotton strips. His eyes went wide, looking at you with furrowed brows and that same fear you'd seen when you found him on the battlefield.

“I'm gonna tell you everything you need to know, but I need to know first if you're in pain,” you soothed, patting down and stroking the blue hair that stuck out from the bandages. “Show me on your hands, ten being excruciating, how much pain are you in?”

You let go of his other hand so he could lift them, holding up seven fingers for you. You took one hand and kissed it softly, before guiding it back to the bed with an affirming nod. “I'm gonna get you some pain relief okay? I'm not going anywhere, just to the cabinet”

He gave you a small nod and watched you disappear out of his sight line as you gathered items and returned to his side, drawing liquid from a small vial into a syringe and injecting it into the IV line attached to his inner elbow. He hadn't even noticed it, seeing now the half depleted bags of fluids and blood, another spent blood bag still hanging on the hook for later disposal. It was clear to him by your red, puffy eyes that you'd been crying, and it broke his heart to think he was the cause of it. He made a small sigh and closed his eyes as the medication quickly took effect, relaxing as the sharp ache in his jaw turned to a dull throb. You grabbed a notepad from your desk and returned to his side, sketching a quick diagram of a skull.

You waited until his pain was visibly settled and his eyes opened again, the dark irises immediately searching for you. You gave him a soft smile as your eyes met, his brows relaxing and smoothing like he was relieved to see you still there. “I'm gonna explain your injuries now okay? Do you want to sit up for this?” He gave you a little nod in reply and you went to the back of the bed to raise the head, leaving your notepad on his blanket covered thigh as you jacked up the end of the bed and fluffed the pillows behind him to make him comfortable. You sat back down as you took back your notepad, pointing to the diagram with a pen as you began to explain, Heat watching intently, his eyes flicking between you and the paper.

“From your maxilla downwards, as well as parts of your cheekbones, was entirely crushed,” you began, “your mandible was entirely torn off as well. With Kid's help I was able to replace the damaged bones with a metal prosthetic, then I used the skin and muscle I was able to recover from your mandible, as well as a graft from your thigh, to cover the metal. I did my best to leave clean stitches, but the injury was quite dramatic, and you can expect permanent scars from your mouth to your ears, over your cheekbones, and along your jawline as well as where your chin meets your neck. You may also find your face isn't exactly the same, but Kid did his best to replicate how you usually look. Your tongue was thankfully left undamaged but your teeth had to be entirely replaced with metal, as well as the roof and floor of your mouth. You may find your tongue is slightly less manoeuvrable due to losing some of the membrane that connects it to the floor. I imagine right now all you can taste is metal, but I assure you you'll get used to it over time. Given the significance of your injury I wanna keep your mouth wired for six weeks so the muscle can properly adhere to the metal, but it'll take about twelve to fully heal. I went ahead and installed a feeding tube for now, but in a couple of weeks I'll remove it and we'll swap to whatever you can manage to eat through a straw. Killer is already working out a menu for you to make sure you have enough nutrition and variety. Um… I think that's everything. Do you have any questions?”

Heat indicated that he wanted the notepad so you handed it to him with the pen. The man had awful handwriting but you were able to decipher his note. ‘When can I talk again?’

“Not till the wires come off,” you sighed, “but you should still be able to make throat noises, like grunts and stuff. Your voice will probably be a little weak for a bit as well when you can talk again”

He nodded and wrote something else. ‘Everyone else?’

“The other's are all fine,” you smiled, a little teary-eyed that he was so severely hurt but his concern was for everyone else. You took his hand and ran your thumb over the base of his. “You really scared us”

‘Sorry’ he wrote, significantly messier now that you were holding the hand that previously stabilised the paper, and he gave your hand a squeeze.

“It's okay,” you gave his hand another kiss and pressed your forehead against his knuckles, “I'm just so happy you're okay. You gotta rest for a couple of days cos your body went through a lot, but I can move you back to your room when this IV bag is drained okay?”

He gave you a small nod and moved his hand to cradle your face, running his thumb over the tear that'd escaped and trailed down your cheek. You gave him a gentle smile and put your hand over his. It was a soft moment you hadn't experienced with Heat before, but you were just so thankful he was okay, and that he hadn't panicked about his mouth being wired shut. All things considered, he was talking it all really well. He would no doubt be irreversibly changed by this experience, but he was alive, and that's all that mattered right now. “Do you feel up to seeing the others?” You sniffed as you broke the silence, “they're eager to see you. You've been asleep almost a full day”

He gave you a little nod and let his hand fall from your face as you stood. You adjusted his hair so it wasn't in his face and made sure his pillows were good before heading off to find the other commanders. You had to stop in the hall outside the infirmary door to compose yourself before you could head above deck, dam walls dangerously weak as you sniffed and shook your head to pull yourself together.

The first night was the worst for Heat. The other men had helped him to his room, still a little wobbly on his feet from being unconscious for so long. He was out like a light immediately, mostly due to the extra dose of pain relief you gave him so he could sleep comfortably. Unfortunately though, he didn't stay asleep. He woke from a nightmare, a repeat of the event that led to the injury, and he wanted to scream. He couldn't though, and bile flooded his mouth as he clawed at his bandages. His breath was rapid and he felt like he was going to drown in his own vomit. He threw the blankets off and bolted for your room, banging on the door desperately.

You opened the door just as panicked as he was, immediately clocking the fear in his eyes and his hyperventilating. You grabbed his hand and pulled him to the infirmary, which was right across from your room so you could be close to patients under observation, and pulled down the bandages that covered his mouth. You held his swollen lips apart with your thumb and index as you took a pair of wire snips and severed the connection, and he immediately retched and vomited yellow liquid on the floor. He groaned from the pain opening his mouth had caused, and you carefully guided him to a cot, supporting his jaw as you walked with him and encouraging him to sit. Holding his face in your hands you made exaggerated breaths with your nose, a hand on either side of his face and thumbs under his jaw to hold it, his hands firmly grasping your forearms, until he followed your guidance and the rapid panicked breaths finally settled back to a regular pattern.

“You're okay Heat, you're okay,” you cooed. You held him to your chest as he began to sob, his hands balling the fabric on the back of the oversized shirt you'd worn to bed, holding you like a lifeline. “You're okay, you're safe, everything is going to be okay”

You held him for an age until his crying finally stopped, and he sat quietly while you rebound his wires to protect his healing jaw. You inspected him carefully to ensure no damage had been done by the sudden movement before wrapping the bandages back around his face, cooing assurances to him the whole time. You led him by the hand back out of the infirmary, stopping for a moment at the door to consider your options, before ultimately leading him to your own room. He was clearly thankful to not be going back to bed alone, curling up against you immediately, face buried in your bosom despite the pain it must have caused by putting pressure on his wounds. He didn't care, he just needed you right now, and you were happy to hold him as long as he needed. He'd been through something traumatic, it was only natural to need a friend right now. You'd be whatever he needed, as long as he was alive.

A few days later and Heat was given the all clear to go back to a fairly regular schedule. Kid had told him he could be excused from his chores, but other than his face he felt fine. He didn't want to sit around idly while people looked at him with such pity, he hated their forlorn looks, as though they were the ones hurt, while they ate whatever they pleased and talked freely. He carried your notebook in his pocket in case he needed to communicate, but he'd always been kind of quiet anyway, so he mostly made do with grunts and nods. You hovered near him most of the time, but he didn't mind it. You were maybe the only person who's coddling he could handle right now, especially considering you continued to let him sleep in your bed. He'd had a few more nightmares, but with you beside him he was always able to quickly calm before it escalated to needing the wire snips, though you kept them on your side table just in case.

For two weeks Heat woke in your bed, followed you to the infirmary for liquid nutrition via the feeding tube, went about his day, ended it with another feed bag, then followed you to your room. He'd never really asked to keep staying with you, but you welcomed him with open arms every night. As his external wounds began to scab over and heal he was able to get more comfortable in bed, and you often woke up with him on his side spooning you, hot heavy limbs wrapped around you. It gave you butterflies to feel his soft breath against your neck, his hands pressed gently to your stomach, his leg hitched over your hip. You didn't even mind when his morning wood pressed against you, but you never brought attention to it, no matter how much it made arousal pool between your legs. Heat was just your friend, he was just here for comfort, the morning wood was just a natural, unavoidable thing, nothing to do with you. That's what you told yourself anyway each time his semi-hard cock pressed against your ass while he slept.

Three weeks along and the feeding tube was removed, leaving a new wound in its wake that would quickly heal. The wires in Heat's mouth were still there, but you'd loosened them a little to allow for slight movement and space for a straw, and Heat was more than happy to be able to breathe through his mouth. Killer had dedicated himself to providing tasty but nutritionally balanced liquid meals for Heat, while also not making him feel singled out. If the crew was eating spaghetti, Heat got blended meat and tomato soup. If the crew was eating waffles, Heat got a sweet, syrupy banana smoothie. It was wholesome how much effort Killer put into it, he clearly cared a great deal about Heat. Heat was just thankful to be able to taste more than metal, and to feel the satisfaction of something sliding down his throat. It gave him much needed normality, but fuck he would do anything to bite down on a burger.

Now that his wounds were beginning to scab he was able to stop wearing bandages all the time, though you still put one around his head to support his jaw at night. It made him look like one of those cliche drawings of an injured man, with just one bandage tied in a bow on top of his head. He had trouble looking at his reflection, but that was to be expected with the slightly different face shape and new scars. All in all though, things were getting better day by day, and though he hadn't had any nightmares in a while, he still stayed in your bed. His stuff was slowly accumulating in your room, and at some point you caved and cleared a drawer for him. He was just a friend though… just a friend… even if you had started to want more.

In his silence you found yourself missing Heat's gruff voice. You heard it in your dreams, as he pressed his warm body against yours and made slow thrusts, whispering sweet nothings as he made love to you. Calling out his name as he brought you to your peak, bodies covered in sweat as you writhed under him. You were panting when you woke up, entirely oblivious to the open eyes behind you, the raised brows, the sweet sound of his name on your tongue playing on repeat in his head after moaning it so beautifully in your sleep. His hold on you firmed, fully formed erection pressing between your legs, right where you ached for him. You whined as your hips rolled back towards him, seeking friction, aching from the hot and heavy dream, his warm hand running down your front and holding your pelvis against him. His other hand reached between your bodies, freeing his aching cock from his sweat pants and sliding it between your legs, rubbing against the dampening cotton panties that you wore. He could feel your slick soaking through the fabric as he made deep thrusts, pushing against your clothed clit with every motion while your plush thighs applied the pressure to his cock that he so desperately craved.

Your fingers intertwined with his, pressed over your hips as he held you in place, moaning and panting as he fucked your thighs and made wanton whines in your ear. His name fell from your lips in rivers of honey, a mantra repeated over and over as he hooked your panties and pulled them aside, pressing his leaking cock directly between your hot wet folds. Every thrust pressed the fat head directly against your swollen clit, slick leaking from your hole and coating him, lubricating his motions and making sloppy sounds. His hands held your thighs firmly together as his pace increased, electricity building in your abdomen, clit pulsing with need as he bullied against it. His forehead pressed against your shoulder blade and he let out a muffled groan as his seed spilled out and pooled between your legs, coating the space between your labia in thick white globs and dripping down the front of your thigh. You made a choked sob as you convulsed around him, further soaking his cock with your release.

He made no effort to move as he made laboured breaths against your back, holding you tight to him like you might disappear at any moment. You held his hands tight, the occasional aftershock making you shudder as you came down from your high. Too shell shocked and surprised to even discuss it, you both lay in silence. Eventually you heard soft snores behind you and his hold on you naturally relaxed as he fell back asleep, his softened cock still held tight between your cum coated thighs. You couldn't bring yourself to get up to clean them, you didn't want his arms to leave you. So you lay beside him and let yourself be lulled back to sleep, resting easy in the wake of a satisfying orgasm.

Neither of you talked about what happened the next day, well, not that Heat could say anything anyway. Maybe you were just quiet in solidarity. But it felt natural and easy when he took your hand on the way to breakfast, intertwining his fingers with yours and pulling you to sit next to him on the long bench seating. Nobody said anything as he continued to hold your hand through breakfast, and stayed hovering at your side as you made your way afterwards to the infirmary to set to work for the day. He was practically attached to you, hugging you from behind whenever you were still for a moment, nuzzling his nose against your neck and inhaling your comforting scent. Neither of you said anything as his hand wandered down your front to your mound, when you eagerly lifted your skirt for him, when his fingers delved between your wet folds, when he bent you over your desk and fucked you till you were clawing at the wood, or even when he held you softly in his lap on the floor afterwards, running his hand through your hair and pressing his nose against yours.

You kissed him softly, his wounds barely healed enough to allow for the slight pressure, cursing the wires that held his mouth closed and kept your tongue from his. He sighed as your lips quietly pressed against his, and he craved you as much as you craved him, counting down the hours till he could taste you. Neither of you said anything, it didn't need to be said. In that moment, your lips soft against his, his nose nuzzling against yours, quiet sighs and hands wandering over bodies, it was clear how you both felt.

Weeks passed and finally, today was the day Heat's wires would be removed. Everyone was more than excited, and a great feast was planned for the evening, though you had been sure to make sure Killer planned many soft foods for Heat, on account of his muscles being unused and healing for weeks. Heat was more than eager to be promoted to real solid food though, even if he wouldn't have the jaw strength for a crunchy apple for a little while longer. Just the act of chewing was something he was excited for. Not to mention talking. Most of all, he was excited for what he could do with you. Though you'd shared many soft, closed mouth kisses, he longed to taste you.

The whole crew had easily accepted your new relationship with Heat, many commenting that it seemed like a natural fit. He may not have been able to use his mouth, but that never stopped Heat from finding plenty of other ways to pleasure you, many… many… ways. He couldn't help but growl in frustration though whenever he pressed his mouth against yours, tongue fighting against the metal fake tooth barrier to seek you out, but always losing the fight.

He sat on the edge of one of the infirmary cots, knees twitching with anticipation as you gathered your tools. Kid, Killer and Wire all stood nearby, here for moral support but more than eager to hear their long time friend speak again after so long without his husky voice.

“Now, remember,” you spoke as you pulled on gloves and came to stand in front of him, “your jaw will be sore and stiff, and your voice will be a little strained. It'll be like you spent all night deepthroating and screaming.” The other commanders snorted laughs at the joke and Heat rolled his eyes, pulling on your sleeve in a wordless plea to hurry up. “Okay, okay, calm down I'm doing it,” you huffed playfully.

Holding his now well healed, scarred lips apart, you carefully snipped the wires that bound his teeth. While his mouth may now be free to move, you'd already explained the procedure to him, so he continued to sit still and patiently as you took a paste corrosive and removed the hooks that were glued to his metal teeth. You wiped away the excess before putting down your tools and removing your gloves, cupping his face with your hands and giving him a reassuring smile. The way his skin sat over his bones, combined with his new scars, gave him a perpetually sad expression, but you still thought him more than handsome, and your heart was beating fast in anticipation.

“Ready?” You asked. The other commanders couldn't help but step closer in their excitement.

He gave a small nod against your gentle hands, and you released his face, holding his hands in his lap instead as he took a deep breath. First he just worked on moving his jaw, opening and closing it, moving it side to side, testing the limits and gauging the pain levels, refamiliarising himself with the motions. He took another deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment, before opening them and looking right at you. Something dark irises made you swell with affection for him, and you squeezed his hands in support.

“I- I-” he coughed out, making a little frustrated growl at how hard it was to speak.

“It's okay baby, take your time,” you cooed.

“I- l-lov-e yy-ou,” he forced out, his voice scratchy and hoarse, like he smoked five packs a day. Your eyes immediately welled up with tears, mouth wobbling as you threw yourself at him and sobbed, wrapping your arms around his chest and crying into his corset shirt. He rested his head against your hair, stroking your back tenderly as you cried. “I-I love-e you,” he said again, a little smoother now as his vocal chords came back to life.

“I love you too!” You cried against his chest. Kid made a fake gagging sound somewhere behind you, which was followed by the slapping sound of someone smacking him, followed by a pained groan.

“Let's leave the lovebirds to it,” Killer suggested, dragging Kid out by his ear, “I'm sure they have a lot to talk about.” You could hear Kid's protests as Killer dragged him away, about how he was captain and he had a lot to talk about, but Killer and Wire successfully managed to pull him out to the hall.

Your mouth crashed against Heat's the moment the other commanders were gone, tasting your own tears as he was finally able to reply with all the passion that he'd been waiting anxiously to show you, tongues finally meeting for the first time and moans swallowed as you pulled desperately at his shirt, his hands on either side of your head as he held you to him, his own tears mingling with the kiss as he got his first taste of you.

His hands ran down your side, hooking under your ass and pulling you up into his lap as his mouth travelled, running his tongue over your neck and shoulder, pushing aside your shirt to make gentle bites against your skin. Your arms wrapped around his neck, and you ground your centre desperately against the erection you could feel forming in his baggy pants, making him groan against your skin.

“W-wan-tt tt-oo t-as-te you,” he stuttered against your skin, picking you up with strong hands and carrying you to the desk, quickly pulling down your panties the moment your weight was supported on the wooden surface. He pulled you forward by your thighs as he knelt in front of you, making your breath hitch as he pressed kisses along your inner thigh, leaving goosebumps as he trailed them up and up, till he met the apex. He looked up at you with hungry eyes as he ran his tongue between your folds, and he had to pause to get a hold of himself, almost cumming from that single taste of you alone. Your hands dug deep into his hair and held him to you as he gathered the strength to continue, ignoring the ache in his jaw as he ate you out, groaning against your wet flesh and forcing a string of moans from you as you supported yourself with your other hand, watching him devour you. For weeks you'd dreamed of this image, but it was even better in person, his tongue burying inside you and making your thighs quiver as pressed his appendage against your inner walls, trying to claim as much of your honey as he could.

“Ahhhhh Heat~” you whined, “I'm- I'm gonna cum~”

He looked up at you, eager to watch your face as he brought you to climax with his mouth, and he felt the wet release drip down his chin as you shook and gripped his hair harder, calling out for him as you fell back against the desk and shook. He gave you a wide swipe of his tongue as your shaking settled, standing tall again and lowering his pants to free his throbbing cock. Your fingers wove into the cords on his shirt as he lined himself up, using them to pull yourself back up and kiss him hard as he entered you, tasting yourself on him. Your mouths parted only for brief necessary breaks for breathing as he fucked you hard and fast, swallowing each other's loud moans as his fingertips dug into your hips and your hands pulled hard on his hair. The desk creaked and rocked slightly under the brutal pace, and soon you were clamping down around him, thighs squeezing tight against his hips and lips barely leaving his in time to scream his name as your orgasm crashed into you, seeing stars as your whole body shook with an intensity you never thought possible. His teeth sunk into your shoulder almost hard enough to break skin as he groaned and spilled out inside you, making messy, erratic thrusts as he worked you both through your orgasms, till your entire body practically turned to jelly and he had to move his arms to your back to keep you from failing as you went limp.

You had a dazed, fucked out smile on your face as he kissed you softly and laid you back against the desk, one finger hooking in his shirt again as he lowered you, looking at him with such affection that he wondered if he'd actually died on the battlefield six weeks ago to be in such heaven. “I love you,” you mumbled up at him with a half lidded smile. His jaw ached as he smiled back, wide grin stretching across his face as he looked down at you, “I love you too,” he whispered back.

A/N: As for Heat's fire breathing, I think much like Franky, Kid would take advantage of the metal parts to augment them and add the feature. Do I think he'd still burn the shit out of his lips and tongue and basically sizzle his brain on a hotplate? Absolutely. But Franky does it fine and we know he has a normal inside of his mouth, so that's One Piece logic babey!

[adachimoe]

Adachi's fixation on Mayumi

In a previous post, I talked about how the game is vague about why Adachi is at the Amagi ryokan, and how I believe it's implying he was stalking Mayumi, and that he hadn't actually been assigned to guard her. I still believe that, but, what exactly about her was Adachi so fixated on that he felt compelled to do this in the first place?

Normally, one would probably just go, "Adachi is an incel" and that's supposed to serve as an explanation for both why he liked her and why he killed her. But painting over everything about him as "Adachi is an incel" feels really reductionist.

When Adachi calls out to Mayumi at the ryokan, he asks her to come to the lobby and begins by asking her about the affair. This scene actually has some significance in how Katsura Hashino re-interpreted the mythology of Izanagi and Izanami for Persona 4: In his mind, Izanagi going to Yomi to verify if Izanami was dead or not represented a desire to seek out the truth; death is when you "quit thinking". Adachi mirrors this, going to the Amagi's (his Yomi), and verifying information about Mayumi (his Izanami).

And when Adachi asks her, he presents it in a way that says, he is on her side. His phrasing here is notable: The affair - it's not true, right? And it shows what he wants to believe too, because he doesn't want to believe that she was in an affair with a married man.

After all, he probably saw her on the Midnight Channel before and has it in his brain that she's his "soulmate". Heck, even when you find him in the TV World, he's ranting about her not being single:

It's parasocial and it's creepy. God I wish he'd talk about me that way.

But, I think it's in how he presented himself as "taking her side" that we can figure out why he was so fixated on her. If Adachi comes in assuming that Mayumi was not really having an affair with Namatame, then that means that her losing her job at the station, her being forced to hole herself up in the ryokan, the media circus surrounding her, etc... Then that would make her a victim in all of this: Someone who has been thrown under the bus and is being treated unfairly. And by her former media contemporaries, nonetheless.

Funny enough, as it would happen, there is a character in the story who feels they are a victim who has been treated unfairly and fell from grace at their workplace, and sees their current situation as punishment from their coworkers...

...aaand it's Adachi.

It feels quite probable to me that part of why Adachi fixated so hard on Mayumi is because he basically looked at her situation and thought, "Oh, she's just like me, frfr". Dude really headcanoned that her affair wasn't even real.

We aren't really shown what happens with Adachi and the Midnight Channel after he comes into town. We know that he had seen it before he talked to Mayumi, as he was aware he could touch the TV, just unaware that a whole body could go in. And with Mayumi's scandal being in the news and media, and her being on people's minds, we know she appeared on it during Namatame's flashbacks.

I think Adachi got it in his mind that even though she was this otherwise out of of reach person for him, being a celebrity and all, she too was a victim of sorts, and what he saw as a common point between them (we don't actually know why he got transferred lol) could have led to a blossoming relationship. Like they were meant to be together, as he probably saw her as his soulmate on the Midnight Channel. Oh, what a coincidence for her to go through this big media scandal when around the same time that he transfers into Inaba. Clearly it was fate.

Really, he's fucking delusional. It's great.

Although, I do wonder if this also says something about him. While he talks big in his Golden Social Link about only going after insanely beautiful women, he isn't actually portrayed in the narrative as trying to hit on women or ask them out regularly. While he has his preferences, perhaps he only tries to seriously pursue women who are broken or downtrodden in someway--like it's less chance of getting rejected.

[machiten]

thats my seat!

academic rival scaramouche x gn!reader headcanons

warnings: scaramouche(bro is a whole warning), foul language(it's scaramouche we're talking about here so), reader is mentioned to have bad eyesight, fights, angst, academic validation, bad parenting

barely proofread lmao im tired, it's 3:15 am and im starving. there will be a chapter 2 ofc i just wanted to post something goddamn my blog has been empty for so long (4 days) didn't have a way to keep track of the word count but it's kinda long. anyways hope u enjoy!!

oh god

when i say rival, i mean full on brawls on the school hallway

so let's say you've been top of your school since day one. your name has always been at the top of the score board every exam, always class representative, and well known as a smart kid ever since you steped on school premises.

you work hard to keep your grades up, your parents pay enough attention to your succesful brother and none for you

having a successful brother plants high expectations on you. i mean, he did very well, so why cant you? you both have the same blood running through your veins. your parent's praise, that is all you've ever wanted. and yet you're not even informed if there's a family outing, leaving you in your house alone

it has been like that for years

not until one day, you enter into the classroom and someone else is sitting in your chair. someone unfamiliar is sitting on your chair.

"hey, excuse me. i sit there." you pointed at what is supposed to be, your chair. "what, i dont see any names on it." Ok, what. when you finally look up to the culprit, my goodness. Fierce purple eyes that looks like it holds the entire universe, his skin as fair as a maiden, lips plum as a springs fruit, a beauty mark at the underside of his right eye, and his hair a unique color of indigo that is cut in a weird jellyfish-ish hairstyle. while yes, he looks ethereal, not gonna lie (if he had longer hair you might've mistaken him as a girl) his personality certainly does not match his elegance. an annoyed look currently adorned his face, as if you disturbed his peace.

"done checking me out? i know im hot, i get that look everyday so dont ever think you're special." and now it changed into a cocky smirk. the nerve! not only is he sitting on someone else's chair but it seems like his head is getting bigger too. "well excuse me, i havent seen your around school until today so im guessing that you're the transfer student our teacher talked about last week. but do you mind finding a new spot, i sit there." you glared at him.

"no i like it here. here's a better idea, why don't you find a new spot. im the new student here, show some courtesy."

"no- what, go away thats my seat!"

"alright everyone, settle down- oh, i see that the new student is here already," the teacher finally came in the classroom, cup of steaming hot coffee in his hand. Everyone sat down on their seats while you are still standing up waiting for this person to look for another seat. Lmao guess what, he didnt move.

"(name), c'mon sit down. i know getting a new friend is exiting but we have to greet the new student properly. now go find your seat."

"wait but sir--"

"sit down, (name)"

"yeah that's right (name), sit down" a voice beside you spoke. you looked over to the new student adorning a triumphant grin at your loss. and so you are now forced to sit at the back, barely seeing what's in front because of your poor eyesight, and wearing a vengeful spirit.

epic first meeting

the seats in the back are okay, its breezy and you now sit next to xiao (his music taste is so good) but yeah, you cant really see the board clearly so you get notes from mona at the front

at first, it was a one sided rivalry. how hated how rude and bratty he was and at that time, he didnt seem too care (like he get those everyday). but then he started fighting back and oh boy he hasn't had this much fun in years!

the way you retort back to his harsh words is so amusing to him. usually, no one would dare talk to him in a degrading manner but then you came into his life, claiming that he's sitting on your chair, and it was never the same ever again.

now, he looks forward to everyday. he rises up earlier so that he can sit at your chair first, he keeps looking at the classroom door everytime someone enters (in case it's you so that he can give that shit eating grin), he loves how your face gets messed up when he wins an argument, he loves how small your hands are compared to his when you have a brawl in the hallways, and most of all, he loves it when you give him the shit eating grin when you win something (he says he let's you win sometimes because he pitied you, but is it really?)

to him, this is fun, amusing, entertaining. but to you? you've never felt this much hate in a human being, ever.

scaramouche is smart as fuck and he demonstrated that loud and clear

he aced the math test that the teacher gave that wasn't even taught to him

in presentations, he speaks loud and clear and you can really understand the point he's making

he doesn't really like group works (you noticed) but if he was put in a group, he does most of the job flawlessly

sports? oh of course. he's really good at baseball (pitcher). he's also good at other sports but not as good as baseball

oh and pray that you don't get him as your opponent in debates, you will be grilled like a brisket

did i mention he sleeps in like 70% of his classes? it's not like the teachers can do anything about it. he excels in everything, at least let him sleep as a gift

the only times he would be awake is when he pulls on your strings

but of course, you're also good in all of these, that's why you both are rivals

you fight almost everyday for the top spot (and for your original seat) to the point where its a daily routine to everyone else to see you both pinching and arguing in the classroom

He doesn't have any close friends (ahem childeahem) and it's either bc ppl are intimidated by him or he just doesnt give a fuck about friends

maintaining grades is one thing, winning against him is another

you are very intellegent, yes, but you work very hard for your grades every night. losing sleep studying for upcoming quizes and making sure your projects are perfect. unlike him who doesnt even try

you havent seen him study once

and it makes you see yourself lower. you're both equally in par with your grades but thats when he doesn't even try. what happens when he takes everything seriously? what if he studies as hard as you do? where will you stand then?

but when you got 2nd place for the 3rd time this year, he took it too far

"what the hell?! this is the third time!" you looked at the results in the bulletin board expecting to see your name in first place. you studied hard, right? so then why,,,

"oh oops, looks like i did a little too well again this time. aw and i didn't even answer some of the questions because i felt bad for beating you the last two times." a snicker is heard behind you and sure enough, piercing indigo eyes is looking at yours in pure pity. "thanks i guess. are you happy now? that's three times in a row!" aether beside you is now having a deadpan expression, expecting the worst. 'alright here we go again'.

"oh yes very, you know what makes me even happier? your declaration that you're inferior to me. why do you even try anyways, it's clear to everyone that im better. you're just wasting your time burying your head in your books and notes when we both already know who's coming at the top. imagine not meeting your parent's expectations." he's now looking down on you, beating you up with words that you know damn well are true. but that doesn't mean you're not gonna fight back.

"what."

"oh you know, maybe if you tried harder, the cost of your education might be worth it for your parents. honestly, if i we're them id--"

before he could finish his sentence, a loud echoing smack is heard all across the hallway, making everyone's attention turn to the commotion. scaramouche head is now turned the other way, his cheeks beginning to flare from the hit as he glared at the culprit, you. "you motherfucking bitc-!" you tackled him and due to surprise, he fell back. aether is now alert, shouting your name trying to get you to your senses.

you gripped scramouche's collar, rasing his head from the floor and slamming it back down. "you're an asshole, you know that?! i try my best everyday and this is what i get?!!" he fights back, hand on your arm that's trying to get a hold of his hair and another on your neck, holding back your weight.

"you don't know what it's like!! you will never know what it's like being compared to your brother everytime they get a chance!! you dont know what it's like going home to nothing but words of disappointment when you did everything you can to get their approval!! you will never know what it's like for your efforts to go to waste!! you will never know the feeling of being kicked out of your own home and live in a run down apartment!! i work day and night, i lose sleep everyday, i barely have anything for myself to live, and now i have to deal with your ass every single day too?!!"

"(name)! calm down, hey-!"

"fuck off aether!"

every word you spat pricked scaramouche's heart and made him struggle from your assaults. this isn't fun anymore. he knew a bit of your situation, kazuha told him. but he never knew it was this bad. all he knew is about your parent's expectations. he didn't even attempt to fight back this time and just defends himself from your blows. 'shit, i took it too far.'

"you dont have to remind me of my incompetence! i already know, i know damn well i will never be enough!! you're right, why do i even try, right?! you're so fucking annoying, doing everything so effortlessly, like school is a nuisance!! can't i take a fucking break?!!" at this point, you cannot control your tears from falling into his cheeks, rolling down his porcelain skin.

"what are you--?!"

"why can't i be a genius like you?! why dont i have everything that you have?!! i did everything i can, what am i doing wrong?!" you are now saying intangible words that no one can decipher because of the mess of emotions you are feeling at that moment. you're about to deliver another blow when someone held you back.

"(name)! you're doing too much! thats enough!!" goddamn she is stronger than i thought, scaramouche deals with this everyday?? aether pulled you away from the tangled mess that you and scaramouche managed to create. you're struggling his hold but after a bit, you slumped down having no more strength to keep going, sobbing quietly. "...(name)?" aether said.

"...i am so tired of everything, why do i even keep trying. i.. i just want to make my parents proud..." sniffles could be heard from where you are being held my aether's arms. aether supported you from the groud and led you away from the scene and the prying eyes of other students. before you both can disappear completely, aether turned around and gave scaramouche a threatening glare. "i know you both bicker a lot but you took it too far. you are an asshole and you better change that attitude of yours or i will send you home even worse than your condition right now." and you both are gone.

scaramouche is still sitting on the floor, his arm supporting his weight, bruises are forming in his skin while he's craddling his cheek that is now very noticeably red and flaring from the slap you served him earlier. he doesn't know how to act, really. should he apologize? should he just walk away and like nothing happened? should he report you for physical abuse? he didn't know anything.

what he does know though is that he fucked up, big time. he knows that you'll never want to see his face ever again, he knows that nothing will be the same again, and he knows thag the feelings he has will never be reciprocated, after what he's done.

he actually just found out recently, when someone from the other class was making fun of you and he didn't like it one bit, he's the only one allowed to make fun of you, everyone back off. scaramouche can see the crowd dissipating, no longer interested since the main action is gone. he sat there on the floor the whole time, rethinking his life choices, wondering if he said things differently instead of those. would he be seeing you tomorrow? will you still argue with him about nonsensical bullshit? can he still hold your hand whenever you pinch him?

he heard footsteps and before he can look up, someone had smacked him in the head.

"what the fuck-!!"

"i want to say 'are you okay', but to be honest you kinda deserved that." a mop of ginger can bee seen hanging from someone's head.

"fuck off childe, and why did you smack me?!"

"because you deserve it. but y'know, it's nice having front row seats seeing you ruin your life because of that toungue of yours. aether's right you're an ass." he helped scaramouche from the floor, dusting his uniform from the filth. "ill take you to the infirmary." scaramouche can only nod, feeling lethargic after all that energy spent.

he hopes to see you the next day, acting like nothing ever happened.

part 2

[loadedberetta]

Berry baby🖤

I hope you're doing well and *remembering* to hydrate.

I was just talking with a friend and i find i slip into other languages expressions while I'm speaking or even typing - I'm a polyglot (I know a good few languages) including South African Sign Language. It certainly takes alot of people by surprise since it's not something I go around speaking about.

How would TF141 + Alex Kelle react with this given they never were explicitly told about this skillet before hand?

I hope you enjoy your festive season and find yourself surrounded by the most peace and happiness Love🥀

hi lovie!! (sipping on magnesium water as we speak!)

having dipped my toes in language learning too, I bow to you, polyglot friend~ holidays are hard, thank you for the encouragement, same goes to you! decided to turn them into drabbles, it was much fun, thank you for the req! alright, here is (my first req stuff ever)

141 + Alex react to: polyglot Reader

rating: M (language, light flirting?)

warnings: smoking, interrogation [military inaccuracies]

[series with random headcanons about specific situations (involving the reader) and how CoD characters would react to them; mostly the 141, but Alejandro and Rudy, Laswell, Farah, König, and others will make appearances too]

other parts: [tattoo] [pregnancy] [knife tricks] [drawing] [foreign language]

find me on ao3 // masterlist

Price

A small note was attached to your file that Price seems to have overlooked in the year and a half since you were under his command; in Laswell's handwriting, which John knew already from the countless similar notes she left for him throughout the years. Yet, this one stood out; sign language? And how many languages again? He made a mental note to ask you over grub the next day.

Breakfast was always fast; after first drill, but before the day really began. And always with your mates, switching languages with ease to accommodate new members and brothers passing through, just on transfer at the base.

Price always ate at a separate table, always. Sometimes alone, sometimes with some higher-ups. But this morning, he sat by your table, which opened up a seat for him. Everyone's body language shifted to accommodate him among you. He didn't speak, and the conversation between you and a temporary transfer settled back into a comfortable flow. His ears perked up to each sound he didn't seem to have heard from you, as they weren't part of the English phonemic system.

He himself muddled in French and some Arabic and harboured a basic understanding of Spanish since his time in Mexico, but your confidence and knowledge shone through the effortless speech. You and your speaking partner seemed to share a lighthearted conversation in a language he could only guess.

Soon, you let yourself notice his glances in your direction, often settling on your lips for short moments. Smiling to yourself, you finished your coffee as your deskmate excused themselves from the table, having emptied their tray.

Instead of turning to another group being taught foreign swearwords by a new recruit (to which you had to resist the urge to share your favourites), you lifted your gaze to meet Price's.

"Enjoying yourself, Captain?"

He chuckled, raspy.

"How did this never come up?" He asked without much sugarcoating.

"What exactly?" You chuckled.

"That you know about a dozen languages, including… South African Sign Language?"

A small smirk formed on your lips, proud of the recognition and attention to detail.

"I don't go around flaunting it." You stated plainly. "It's not even on my file, it's… just something I do, as a person; it's not for the military or anything."

"Hm." That was all he replied to that. "-but…"

"Yes?"

"Could be useful."

You could see he was pondering something.

"What if I told you I have a spot for you on officer training, hm? They're looking for… intelligence."

Ghost

( I cannot resist using this gif--)

Finding yourself behind a counter, taking orders from businessmen, assistants, and university students; not exactly how you imagined life in the big city. It was a second job of sorts, only part-time, as you couldn't squeeze in anything else besides the academy.

It was a busy morning, your shift covering the entirety of it before classes began that day. The line was only growing, and the other shiftie beside you was struggling; some foreigners complained about their order, and another pair of customers speaking a third language just rolled up to him, totally overwhelming him. Calling out a name for an order, you waved to the next in line (a sweet old immigrant lady, with whom only you could chat out of the whole team, easily overstepping the language barrier), and told her to just hang on for a moment.

You addressed the complaining couple in a well-mannered way, quickly sorted out their issue with a complimentary muffin and a cookie, and switched languages with ease, freeing your shiftie partner from the agony that was speaking any other language than English for him.

The rush died down just the slightest after a few more hectic minutes, and the shiftie went for a break when you noticed a familiar figure standing by the counter as you turned back with another order.

He gave your unit a few lessons this semester and remarked on your capabilities in strategy and urban warfare. You remembered him, and it seemed like he did too.

The usual balaclava he wore when instructing was replaced by just a black cloth mask hooked behind his ears, revealing a few more details about his face than you'd seen before.

"Sir." You addressed him, conveying you respected the civil setting, yet communicating your respect toward him considering your short but memorable history. "What can I get you?"

"Didn't know you were fluent in that many languages." He remarked after describing his simple order, making your cheeks heat up at a moment's notice.

"It's nothing, really…" You tried brushing his words off with words that came out shakier than you meant to sound.

"How many do you speak?" He asked with a small tilt of his head.

His eyes widened for a moment at your answer. "…and South African Sign Language."

A chuckle, something you'd never heard from before stuck in your ear for a good few seconds, drowned out by the milk frother.

"I don't do lesson plans, you know?"

"What?" You lightly shivered with excitement at the fact how interested he seemed in your knowledge.

"Would you mind, you know… Doing a lesson? Sign language is a valuable asset. I can give you some time next Friday."

"I…" You stuttered a bit at his proposition.

"Nothin' fancy, don't worry, darling. Just some basics."

"Alright…" You found yourself saying after a moment when the light ringing in your ears faded.

"Maybe even tell your story… I'd be interested for sure."

And with that, he grabbed his coffee from your hand, putting some coin on the counter with the other, and was out the door before you could say anything else.

Alex

He didn't talk. Not to ULF soldiers, and bravely (maybe stupidly) not even to Alex. Farah's request for you to get to the scene was… interesting. She stated her presence was required in another part of the country, and in her encrypted message, she explicitly voiced how your assistance might help ULF break the man.

So you came. Alex greeted you on the airstrip with a smile and a hug, his frame towering over yours.

"Alex, a pleasure to see you." You smirked as the two of you walked back to the nearest building.

"Can only say the same." His tone was warm and welcoming, a staple to him. "You hoping to crack our guy?" He asked you directly about the matter at hand. The small carrier that brought you here whirred into the air in the distance.

"Exactly."

"And how's that gonna go? We haven't even gotten a word out of him, let alone information."

"That's why I'm here now."

"The stage is yours." He opened the door of the large building to you and ushered you inside.

A few hours later, he stood by your side, as you tried to find a crack on the prisoner's tough shell. After many unsuccessful attempts, the tired captive let his head fall, a small curse leaving his lips. Your ears perked, and Alex could only watch the scene unfold in front of him.

In a language he only heard on the TV before maybe once, you asked the prisoner something, to which he immediately lifted his head in confusion. Pressing on, you visibly exerted yourself to gather as much as you could on the man before he would shut down again.

After a few exerting rounds of questions, you stood up abruptly, and nodded for Alex to come with you. Closing the door to the room, you turned to him, but he spoke up faster than you did.

"What is and where." He crossed his arms and awaited your answer with a bite to his lip.

"I don't know yet, but he talked about a car rigged with charges, but he's going to shut down soon, fuck…" You clicked your tongue, exhausted from the rusty pieces of knowledge forced to work in your brain at high speed.

"Hold on… He had a detonator on him when we apprehended him… Are you sure it's a car?" He backed away, looking as if he was about to bolt somewhere.

"White, small, local model." You shouted after him as he disappeared down the corridor.

You stepped back into the room and closed the door behind yourself.

A day later, you were there as Alex switched the trigger, and the car about a mile away from your position, deep in the desert blew to pieces as the two of you watched.

"How the hell did you know from a damn single word?"

"It's a local dialect, where I happened to have stayed for a while, it's not important…" You dismissed the seemingly unimportant detail with a wave of your hand.

"So we just happened to luck out on this one?" He chuckled and turned to you.

"Well, I could have tried about half a dozen more languages, but hey, if this one worked…?" You looked up at him, a small smile tugging the corner of your lips up.

"And Farah knew this?"

"Her hunches are never wrong." You shrugged.

"Yeah… You're right about that."

Gaz

You and Kyle bonded during selection. Both of you were younger than most of the cadets, and yet, somehow competed for top scores. It wasn't even a test of endurance, it was a test of who could beat the other. DS were amused by how easily you passed hurdles, just to be better than the other one, paying no attention to other competition.

And after that, the two of you became inseparable. Like people who'd known the other since childhood or had been good neighbours for years. Phone calls when oceans separated the two of you were very common, and sometimes you found eachother in inopportune situations; yet these calls only strengthened your friendship. Keeping each other company, and slowly growing to know more and more about the other.

It was a spur-of-the-moment trip, catching the first plane when you finally got your leave. A country you've only seen in books so far, but a language you'd already mastered.

Kyle called you when you were out on the first morning, trying to fetch food from a market.

"Good morning, Kyle." Your chin was visible in the frame of the phone, and the blue sky above you.

"Morning yourself, except it's the middle of the afternoon. Where are you?" He asked in a surprised tone, his face coming closer to the phone, trying to discern some landmarks around you, to no avail.

"In a market. Got on a plane yesterday, and--" You quipped, looking down at Kyle, who was visibly confused about your whereabouts.

"Jesus wept, bug, you're insane…" He shook his head, almost missing as you started haggling, faint voices breaking through the line.

He quieted down and leaned forward on his couch to listen. For a good minute, he couldn't understand a word you were saying, only listening to your voice flow, lips dancing in unique patterns. Soon, you held your quarry up to the camera, something bundled in white wax paper.

You sat down and finally positioned your phone to show your face and upper body, and a bit of the busy scenery behind you.

"You're a wizard, you know that?" He laughed and lounged back again.

"A party trick if you will. I know a few more." You shrugged, and bit into your breakfast.

"Few more?" Kyle repeated, chuckling in disbelief. "What else, like, sign language?"

"Actually…" You laughed, somewhere in the background a bell tolled distantly.

"No fucking way." Kyle licked his upper lip and looked away. "I thought I knew ya."

"There's always more to know, friend."

Soap

Sharing a room with Soap was… an experience. He was a sound sleeper, not causing much fuss at night, so you were content in that regard. The other departments, however, not much.

He was unruly, to say the least, and it took some time to get accustomed to his schedule. One of you being a morning shower type in opposition to the other being a night shower person caused some friction in the beginning, but like everything else, it settled after a while. After all, this was supposed to last only the three months the unit was stationed at this base.

You hadn't known eachother that well before, but that changed at around the one-month mark.

Having been given a few hours of phone time by Price days before for this afternoon, you set up to call your best friend, a few thousand miles setting the two of you apart. You haven't talked in way too long, and before you knew it, you'd already spent an hour talking and laughing over Facetime, phone propped against the metal grate by the foot of the bottom bunk, you sitting on the mattress.

You acknowledged Soap coming in a few times for his notebook, cigs, or to grab his coat from the back of the chair, but didn't pay it much attention, being so absorbed in the conversation with your favourite human on the other end of the line, confined to the little screen by the foot of your bed.

It was already dark outside, when Soap burst into the room, and put his finger to his lips, signalling you to be silent.

Looking down at your best friend "I need to be silent. Wait a bit."

To which they replied with an "Okay, I'll wait."

Soap flicked the light off, and a few moments later, a few people passed the room; you could hear the footsteps.

"Random inspection." He whispered as he climbed up into his bunk, trying to remain silent.

Praying your room wouldn't be chosen, as you were still in uniform instead of nightwear, you settled on your mattress too. An idea flashed through your head, and turning the brightness on your screen to high, you continued your conversation over Facetime in silence, your best friend quickly catching on to what happened, as you explained the situation in sign by the dim light.

A few minutes later, Soap climbed down from the bunk and switched the light on.

"Gaz texted, they moved on to the next building… what are ya up tae?"

He looked back at you, as you caught his glance too while signing.

"Sign. South African Sign Language. I'm talking to someone."

"Right…" He chuckled bemused, and headed out again, probably for a cig with some other delinquents, to which you shook your head with a smirk on your lips.

Later that night, when you settled to sleep for real on your back, his overgrown mohawk poked out followed by his head from above you, overlooking you on your bed.

"'eard you speakin' earlier… And that sign language too… So… Mind teachin' me some?"

(alright that's all, hope you liked it, goodnight)

[damntheyare]

your dad Alastor makes me cry really hard (and laugh a little lol)

let me just say my full opinion about Alastor dad - just my vision/headcanon for the full understanding that I started to have, based on fan facts from the fandom wiki - I consider him a mentally unstable egoist (even his aroace thing comes from the fact that he loves only himself lol) with a low degree of empathy (because you are unlikely to be very kind when you killed half your life and then the same amount after life), he is not a fan of useless cute things, he is more like the one who kicks a puppy and feels normal from this. friendship comes easily to him, because he sees it as entertainment + benefit, since “we can adequately talk with you on general topics”, we can build a profitable business that will be based on some “general confidence” - simple a form of relationship that benefits him or provides some form of entertainment (just think that all his friends are cute, slightly crazy ladies with whom he can talk about both funny things and murder while sitting over a mug of something), love is more complicated for him , because there are a lot of emotions in which control is required, but in an established long-term relationship, his love is expressed as “selfishness for two” - like "all the privileges that I have for myself, I transfer to you, and you become part of my space" but again, at the core of it all there is something interesting/useful to him. With Charlie it’s fun, calm, funny, common interests, status privileges (and sometimes we kiss, oh my God) - "I understand why I need\want this and what I get from it." BUT A CHILD is a small, useless creature, of which there is no use, nothing can be done with a child, it is impossible to establish adequate contact, share interests (you know, eating raw venison and killing, not exactly children's hobbies), so Alastor is not interested in a small child, he doesn't need them for anything, again Alastor would rather just tolerate them, like "ok, as long as you don't get in the way, it's acceptable." As a not entirely healthy person (understatement of the century), does not have a developed sense of complicity in this topic with the child, he looks at them and does not think “wow, we did this together, this is my blood” / he just looks and says: “ Hey, you're annoying me." If you tell him “but this is your child, you must love them”, it will not make any sense to him. But the child would still like to attract the attention of his father ,they tries to be interested in the same things as Alastor (like maybe they will want to know about his favorite music or will begin to be interested in dark magic, and so on) and then Alastor may already be interested in them and they will have a more or less good relationship, but still not family, but rather mentoring. Bonus - Alastor had a moment when he was "kind" - once when Lucifer was looking after Lamb and was like "who's your favorite grandpa, you love me the most" and of course Alastor turned on the competitive part of his brain and was like "no, they love me more than anyone" and walked the kid all day just so they wouldn't hang out with grandpa.