#honestly i'm just thinking about this and wonder if anyone else has noticed any small details

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HOMESTUCK OC YEAAAAA!! Her name is Jackal !!!

[slasherscream]

I don't normally like make requests from people if it's obvious I'm sorry for my awkwardness.

Anyway you were saying how you were really into Jordan li recently so am I and I've read every single fanfiction or every rant there is about them and I crave more. I have been in a angst/fluff mood and I haven't seen anyone do this idea either. I was thinking thinking maybe Jordan and reader gets into an argument (not really picky about what) and the argument gets really heated (you know how jordan shifts into their male form to Intimidate or get their point across) Jordan shifts into their male form which scares reader (I'm thinking reader doesn't have a good past with angry men) and reader backs away from them in fear Jordan notices and tries to comfort them but reader flinched when Jordan touches them. Reader then asks them to leave so they do but Jordan spends like a week trying to make the situation better.

(I would also like to put reader isn't scared of Jordan more so the action of the blatant Intimidation tactic they tried to use against reader. Reader is angry that jordan would try to scare them even if it wasn't on purpose it still hurt)

Jordan sorta just spends a week following reader around Like a lost puppy trying to treat reader like a absolute queen even if reader won't really acknowledge them until Jordan has an breakdown while drunk coming to readers dorm begging for forgiveness.

Again if its obvious I don't know how to make requests I'm sorry this has just been on my mind for so long.

A/N: this request is absolutely perfect, and exactly to my tastes. thank you for sending it, doll!

WORD COUNT: 4k+ under cut | hurt/comfort and angst/fluff

It’s hard sometimes, knowing when to push and when to just let Jordan be. Not at all a skill you learned over night. You’d gotten good at the push and pull of bringing them out of their shell back when the two of you had just been friends. Better at it than anyone else, at least. It was a slow process, but every second was worth it.

Now on the good days you don’t have to push at all. A hand on their arm. A coaxing smile or two. Any act of connection, no matter how small, enough to make them tell you what’s on their mind. Even if they scowl the entire time they let it out. It’s the letting it out at all that counts. Progress!

Today you miscalculated. It’s been a bad week. Jordan hadn’t dropped in the rankings, but their points took a small dip. They hadn’t been very active on their socials, busy doing work as Brink’s TA. But the point gap between where Jordan sits at #2 in the rankings, and where Andre sits at #3 is still a wide open chasm. 

It’d take something truly disastrous to knock Jordan from the spot they’ve held for three years now. But the rankings are more important than anything to Jordan. No matter how gently you try to bring logic into the situation, Jordan gets irritated quickly, accusing you of not taking it seriously. You often wonder how that could be, considering you’re in the top eight yourself, but you bite your tongue and don’t bring it up.

The group had tried to go out for lunch. It was okay at first, everyone making an effort to ignore the storm cloud Jordan cast over the table as they picked at their food. Then Andre had made some type of stupid joke. Not even about the rankings, but enough to make Jordan snap at him. The situation escalated so quickly that Cate had threatened to take off her glove and make everyone shut up. You paid your portion of the bill and dragged Jordan out before anyone could start up again. 

And now you’re here, somehow also on the shit list for not being supportive enough. As if being supportive isn't everything you do. Day in and day out.

“I can’t believe you’re taking his side. You don’t honestly think it was an innocent comment, do you?” Jordan snaps, standing up from your couch to pace the length of your dorm room. 

“You know how Andre is. He gets sarcastic when he’s hungover, and he was packing a double whammy. He did coke and got drunk last night. He was just a little off. He wasn’t making a real dig at you.” You defend your friend, knowing Jordan will regret what she said at lunch once she’s calmed down. 

“Oh, so we’re all just supposed to tiptoe around his highness? If he was gonna be a dick during the entire thing he should have just skipped coming out with us.” Jordan’s eyes narrow in on your expression, the sudden pursing to your lips and looking away. “What?” She snaps.

You take a deep breath at the tone, “Well, Jordie, if you want me to be honest Andre wasn’t the only one who wasn’t on their best behavior today.” 

A beat of silence.

You look up and there goes Jordan rolling her shoulders back, eyebrows practically in her hairline and you sigh. You definitely should have brought up her attitude later. 

“You really are taking his side!” She scoffs in disbelief. 

“Nope. No, I am not, there are no sides. We’re all friends. Friends fight. I’m just trying to remind you that you actually are friends. You can’t just…” You trail off, uncertain. 

“I can’t just what?” She throws up her hands, volume raising. 

“You can’t act like this every time the rankings do something that isn’t spectacular for you. I know they mean a lot to you but you can’t take the numbers out on the people who care about you.”

“You just don’t get it-”

“But I do get it! We talk about it all the time. Your feelings are completely valid, the way you react to them isn’t. You’ve been giving Andre looks that could kill all week and he didn’t even do anything. If he was a little snappy at lunch, maybe he’s upset that his friend has been treating him like shit over something he barely cares about.” 

“Well if I’m so-” Jordan shifts, pitch of his voice deepening, on the verge of yelling, “-fucking awful why don’t you go run to Andre and cry about it together?” 

He only takes two steps towards the couch before you use your powers. It’s instinct, the way the forcefield bubbles up around you. 

Whatever Jordan was going to say next shrivels up and dies on his tongue. The only sounds in the room are the quiet hum your powers make when you use them, and the scared, panicked gasp you make from inside the forcefield you put up to protect yourself from him.

There’s a second where the two of you just stare at each other. Both in shock. 

“Baby-” Jordan tries taking another step forward, a small, barely there shuffle of his foot. His face falls when the forcefield gets a little louder, glows a little brighter. 

Jordan looks close to tears. It’s that expression that pulls you out of the animal state of fear you’d fallen into. You look away from them. Take a few heaving breaths. Do your best to not mix up faces of the past with your present and future.

Your forcefield flickers out slowly. A concentrated effort. 

“Fuck, Y/N, I’m… I’m sorry I didn’t mean to- I would never ever-'' Jordan shifts again. She rushes too fast into your space to kneel on the ground in front of you, her hands reaching for yours, desperate and clumsy.

When you flinch away, moving so you’re perched on the armrest of the couch, still trying to calm yourself down, she’s left with her hands grasping at air. “Baby, look at me. Please? Look at me, I’m sorry I yelled. I’m sorry that I… I’m sorry. I would never hurt you. I fucking swear I wasn’t-”

“I know, Jordan.” You shake your head, trying to stay calm. “Could you please….leave? I… I can’t calm down right now. I’m trying. I know you didn’t mean to… to scare me, but I need you to go.” 

“Baby, wait, fuck. Fuck, wait! I’m sorry. Let’s just talk. I can’t leave you alone like this. I’m sorry.” She’s panicking now, throat feeling like it’s closing up. 

She doesn’t try to reach for you again, but her hands feel like they’re burning from the effort it takes to keep them away from you. It’s instinct to hold you, to make it better, to pull you closer. She’s always been the place you run to when you’re scared, the shield you step behind when you need to feel safe. She doesn’t know what to do when you don’t even want to be near her.

“We’ll talk later. I’ll… I’ll have Cate come over so I’m not alone. Just.. leave.” Your voice breaks on a sob, and you’re begging her to leave, and that’s what makes Jordan head to the door, legs shaking. She’s never made you cry before. 

She’s glued to her phone the rest of the day, waiting for you to call. You don’t. 

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You’ve been best friends since you were freshman. You haven’t gone longer than two days without talking in all that time since. No matter how busy you are. No matter how shitty either of you feels. Jordan doesn’t know what to do with the hours of the day that you usually fill. 

She breaks on the second day when you show up to class and move to sit by Luke on the other side of the room instead of with her. You don’t even look at her as you walk by. 

Class doesn’t start for another five minutes. The teacher isn’t even here yet, and she’s always late. Jordan moves to get up, already feeling like she’s choking on all the words she needs to say to you to fix this, but is stopped by a firm grip around her wrist. She’s about to snap when she realizes it’s Cate, taking up your usual spot in the seat that isn’t up for grabs because it’s Your Seat. 

“Don’t make the situation worse. She just wants to go to class. Don’t hound her, Jordan.”

“Hound her?” Jordan’s voice raises, incredulous. “She’s my girlfriend. I need to talk to her.” 

“You need to apologize.” Cate bites. “Dick.” 

“That’s what I was trying to do before you stopped me.” Jordan speaks through gritted teeth.

“How about you try apologizing after she’s done all her classes? That way, when you inevitably upset her, she doesn’t hole herself up in her room all day crying. And feel bad about missing class on top of it. You know… the way she spent all of yesterday?” 

“She cried all day?” Jordan’s shoulders sag, voice getting smaller. 

Cate softens, patting Jordan’s hand.  “It’s not just about you, and you know that. Triggers like this really fuck with people. And she’s also pissed that she’s triggered in the first place. Let her cool off.”

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He makes it a few hours before he’s trailing after you. 

He can tell by the tension in the line of your spine that you know he’s there. But you don’t outright tell him to get lost, so Jordan can’t stop himself from following you around. Even if you don’t want him there. 

He sits across from you as you study in the library. Makes puppy dog eyes at you the entire time. He can’t be bothered to unpack his bag. It’d be useless to pretend he’ll do anything besides watching you.  

Two hours in, he gets up and leaves, hating the way your shoulders relax as he turns to go. 

He comes back twenty minutes later with your favorite foods and drink from the best local coffee shop. You don’t reach for any of it. He’s always loved how stubborn you are, how you stick to your ideas. Your principles. How steadfastly you make up your mind. Right now he’s just a little terrified of that same stubbornness. Remembers when you’d only been friends, that first year of peeling one another open, feeling each other out. 

(“I’ll never do it, Jordan.” You’d whispered vehemently, drunk and mad and beautiful. 

“Do what?” 

“Be with anyone who tries to fucking cow me into submission. It’s fucked. I won’t do it. I’ve had enough of it.” 

You’d passed the bottle you’d just had pressed to your lips and Jordan had tried not to think too hard about it, even when he tasted the remnants of your sticky, sweet lip gloss beneath the vodka.) 

He doesn’t get up to leave again until you do. 

Jordan walks you to your dorm, but trails a few steps behind you. He tried walking directly beside you at first, but your hands brushed together and the look you gave him was cold enough to freeze blood. 

So-

-behind it is. 

Jordan doesn’t get the chance to say goodnight before you slam the door in his face as loudly as possible.

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Jordan doesn’t push her luck by trying to walk you to your classes the next morning. She does wake up extra early to buy you the biggest bouquet of your favorite flowers she could find. She leaves them outside your door and goes to class, hoping you’ll at least acknowledge her, the next time you see her.

During your first shared class of the day you walk in holding the bouquet of flowers. Jordan perks up in her seat, holding her breath. You do finally look at her. You make direct eye contact as you throw the flowers into the trash can at the teacher’s desk.

Jordan does not break her pen in half when Andre whispers “yikes” under his breath.

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Two more days and Jordan feels like he’s going insane. He knows you feel worse. One glance at the carefully nonchalant expression you’ve worn all week tells him that. Putting on a mask is nothing for you. That look is the first thing you learned how to do in the top ten. 

You’d never hidden the way you felt around him before. Not like this. His skin keeps buzzing with the urge to corner you. Jordan needs the two of you to talk about what happened. But he’s already walking the world’s thinnest line. 

And he knows he can’t force you, if you’re not ready. 

Another thing he knows: when you’re this upset you don’t clean. Simultaneously, when your room gets messy your depression gets worse. He skips one of your mutual classes of the day and lets himself into your dorm with the key you gave him during first year. 

Jordan looks around, wincing at the chaos. You never let it get this bad. Not even during your most soul crushing finals. He starts by throwing away the trash. The tissues you wiped your tears with. The takeout containers. Pages of your notebooks you ripped out, carelessly thrown around the room. You take awful notes in class when you’re distracted. He hates that he’s distracting you.

He wipes down every surface with your favorite scented cleaner. Dusts your books. Sweeps and mops. Changes your sheets and grabs the brightest, happiest color comforter you have stashed in your closet to put on the bed. As he adjusts the pillows he thinks about how often you spend the night at each other’s dorms. Jordan wonders if you’ve been struggling to sleep like he has. 

He hesitates, but goes to his room down the hall to grab his cologne. He spritzes it lightly over the bed and hopes you still find the way he smells comforting. 

Next is your laundry. He starts up a few loads, irons and puts away the clothes that were sitting in a wrinkled heap on your couch. You’ve always hated doing your laundry. 

He’s heading back to your room, a full laundry basket of clean clothes under each arm when you run into each other.

“Are those my clothes?” You ask, forgetting that you aren’t exactly speaking to him in your moment of confusion. 

“Yeah… I’m… I was cleaning my room. Doing some stuff. Figured I’d do a few of your loads too, while I’m already at it.” He shoots for casualness, knows he fails miserably.

“You didn’t have to do that.” You say, words stiff and uncomfortable. 

“I know I just…” Jordan shrugs, relieved to be standing within a few feet of you after days of silence, and feeling pathetic over how happy something so small makes him. “Why don’t you go get something to eat with Cate while I finish up here?” 

“Finish up what?” You ask.

“I still gotta put these away.” 

You sigh, wanting the conversation to end, “You don’t have to put my clothes away, Jordan. Or wash them. I’m quite capable of doing it myself.”

Jordan takes a step back when you make a reach for one of the baskets under his arms. “I know that! Just let me do it. Doing your laundry always pisses you off. I’ve got it.” 

A battle of wills ignited. You, staring him down. Jordan, trying not to squirm. He wants to try apologizing again but doesn’t know if he’ll only make it worse.

“Please, baby? Go somewhere nice with Cate. My treat.” He puts down a laundry basket (behind him, so you can’t take it) to grab his phone from his pocket, and does something you can’t see. 

When you hear the particular chime your banking app makes when you get a Zelle deposit you roll your eyes. You don’t bother checking your phone and seeing how much he sent. You know it’s too much. But if you say anything he’ll just say you and Cate have expensive tastes (which…true.)

“Maybe you can catch a movie too? I still gotta finish up with your bathroom.” 

“Jordan.” 

“Just,” Jordan shifts, putting down the other laundry basket and slowly reaching out to grab your hand with hers. She could almost cry when you let her touch you. “I know you’re fucking pissed at me. And I know you’re still too upset to talk about it. But…. fuck, please just let me take care of you. Please. I have to do something. I can’t just sit around, after I made you feel like this. It’s driving me nuts. I’m supposed to-” 

You stop her, putting a hand on her cheek and sighing, “Okay, Jordan. I’ll go hang out with Cate while you finish.” 

“Don’t ‘hang out’, go get dinner. You haven’t eaten all day.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I know you.” She says, sullen and staring up at you, playing with your fingers while you’re still letting her touch you, the first time in days. 

“I’ll head to Cate’s.” 

“Nah, head to Luke’s. They’re studying together right now.” Jordan takes a risk, stepping into your space slowly, giving you the time to move away. She leans in and kisses your cheek, gentle. When you don’t move away she can’t help herself, kisses the edge of your lips too. 

You don’t kiss her back, but you give her hand a squeeze as you pull away. You stop halfway down the hall before you turn back to look at Jordan. “Call Cate and tell her she better not be fucking Luke by the time I get to his dorm.” 

Jordan laughs. Your face is a little more relaxed as you turn away this time.

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On Friday the group goes out to the club. They chose one of your favorite haunts, hoping it would entice you enough to join. You still declined the invitation. Everyone knew you would. They still wanted to try. 

You claimed you had a lot of work to catch up on. 

“She hates me. She fucking hates me.” Jordan groans into his hands, already three drinks and two shots in. 

“Well, let’s not panic.” Luke says. 

“Or be dramatic.” Andre snorts, taking a shot of his own. “You two are obsessed with each other. Relax.” 

“Relax?!” Jordan tenses, “My girl won’t fucking talk to me. How am I supposed to relax?” 

“She talked to you yesterday.” Andre drawls. 

“That wasn’t anything. We usually-”

“-Spend every free second of the day together? We know.” Luke teases. When Jordan doesn’t even smile he winces and slides him another shot. 

“She’s not even that mad. She’s more upset than anything.” Cate says, cuddling into Luke’s side. 

Jordan’s eyes follow the movement and he swallows at the distinct lack of your own weight leaning into him. You always get touchy when you’re tipsy. Climbing on top of him, clinging to him like glue. It’s his favorite part of nights out together. That and the playful booing you guys get from the group. 

Andre cuts back in, “I’m serious, dude. Relax! You guys have been together for how long now-”

“Three years.”

“-yeah, exactly. Since the fucking building of the pyramids. You two will be fine. She knows you didn’t mean anything by it. One fight won’t kill you.” 

“This wasn’t a fight, though. I fucked up! You didn’t see the look on her face. When she used her powers… I mean, fuck! You know? She was scared of me.”

“You know that’s not true, Jordan.” Luke protests. 

Jordan runs his hands through his hair, ruining the carefully slicked back style.

“Let’s just get you another drink. Come on, dude.” Andre wraps an arm around Jordan, hauling him to his feet and pulling him towards the bar. 

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You get woken up by the sound of knocking on your door. Loud knocking. You keep your eyes closed, hoping whoever it is will go away. You don’t even want to be awake. Let alone socializing. 

The knocking gets louder. Exhausted, you drag yourself out of bed. You glance at your phone on the bedside table as you get up. It’s three in the morning. Now you’re exhausted and pissed. 

You stomp over to the door, wrenching it open, prepared to cuss someone out. You deflate when you see who it is. “Oh, hey.”

Jordan is leaning heavily on the door frame, staring at you with watery, red eyes. She looks like the walking dead. “Baby. Fuck, did I wake you up? I thought you’d still be awake. You said you were pulling an all-nighter.”

“I was tired. Just wanted to sleep.” You shrug. “Where’s everyone else?”

“Still at the club, took an uber back. Too fucked up for anything else.” She mutters.

“That’s good, Jordan.” You say. 

“You haven’t called me Jordan since freshman year. What happened to Jordie?” She sighs. 

Your face softens. “Baby…”

“No, wait, just let me…” Jordan leans her forehead against the door-frame, closing her eyes tight. “I’m sorry. I fucked up big time. I’m sorry that when I get pissed I take it out on everyone around me. I’m sorry that I don’t fucking listen when you’re just trying to make me feel better. I’m sorry I yelled… I’m sorry I shift-”

“Whoa, hey.” You cut her off, shocked. “You shifting isn’t the problem, Jordan. Fuck, come inside, honey.” You say, taking her hand and pulling her inside. 

You sit the two of you on the couch, clicking on the light so you can see each other. You move so you’re facing each other, pulling her hands into your lap. “First off let’s set one thing straight. You shifting is never the problem, okay?” 

“You got so fucking scared.” Jordan looks away, hair falling into her face.

“Not of you.. Just the fucking… optics of it! I don’t ever want you to be something you’re not. And you’ve got the incredible gift of being able to be whatever you feel like being any time you want to.” You reach out and touch her cheek, guiding her to look at you, “I don’t want you to not do that. I wouldn’t ever want you not to do that, okay?”

“Okay.” She says. There’s a moment of silence, then Jordan shifts. He looks for any sign of fear or hesitation, holding his breath. When he doesn’t see any he relaxes. “But I scared you so bad you used your powers.” 

“Yeah, that did happen.” You nod, caressing his cheek with your thumb, “Maybe it’s just a little scary when someone bigger and stronger than me starts yelling like that. Also, invulnerable. Let’s not forget that. Food for thought.” 

He closes his eyes, “I’m an idiot.” 

“For yelling at me? Yeah, just a little. Don’t yell at me like that no matter what form you’re in. That's always scary. Couples talk. They don’t yell. Most of the time. We can’t be the couple that does that.”

“I’ll never yell like that again. Either form. I promise.” Jordan says, “Can I hold you? It’s been a fucking week. I’m losing my mind.” 

You laugh, climbing into his lap and Jordan sighs, wrapping his arms around you as tightly as he can. He tucks your head into his neck. “I missed you like fucking crazy.” 

“Missed you too.” You sigh, “Stay the night?” 

“You’re not leaving my sight for the next two months.” He laughs, pulling you closer.

“Only two months? That’s fucked up, I thought you missed me.” You tease. 

“Shut up.” He scoffs, kissing the side of your head. 

You snuggle closer, letting the tension of the week drift away.

“You yell at me like that again and your only hope is being invulnerable, actually. I’ll put you through a wall.” You kiss his shoulder cheerfully. 

“I’d do it before you got the chance.”

You burst into laughter and he pulls your head away from his shoulder so he can see you the way you’re supposed to look around him. Happy. Content. He can’t stop himself from kissing you. You can’t stop yourself from kissing back. 

[st4rsinthenight]

Hello, stranger on the internet

I really enjoyed reading the headcanons you wrote about the turtles finding a borrower and I was wondering if you could write one for Leo (/nf)

★gasps. erh. hypervanlites werh. fumking di. fucking supernovaes - supernovaes /pos !!

werhhh wha. what now- oh headcanon. g/t headcanon time, yippie★

— rise!leonardo hamato finding a borrower / tiny !!

!! — contents: giant/tiny, borrower/t!character, g!leonardo, non-con touching (brief, non-sexual), headcanons, repetitive words / phrases, occ stuff ( maybeee.. =\\ )

✧ — pre-meeting

★ — First off, this dude. this dude will suspense that something is going in the lair after noticing that his brothers stuff have been recently going missing and such. Maybe at first, he didn't think much of it. Maybe he just believed that his brothers are just misplacing their stuff and just teased them 'bout it for a while. This could lead to his brothers accusing the red eared slider for stealing their stuff as a way to fuck with them- in which Leonardo denies everything, being a bit dramatic about it as well..

★ — That is though, until his stuff- or parts of them at least, begun mysteriously disappearing and getting misplaced. Y'know, parts of his comics being ripped off- action figures being knocked over or a little shuffled to the side. Stuff like that.

★ — At first, he'll accuse his brothers of taking and damaging his items as a form of 'revenge', but just like him- they all may be very fumkin confused as to what he is talking about. While he is skeptical about idea of anyone else snatching his equipment, other than his brothers that is, he can't help but shimmer that 'oh, something is wrong'.

★ — And from there, he'll start getting more observant with his surroundings. Listening in for any odd sounds or looking around sharply to find out what or- in the worst case scenario- who is messing around in the lair. And during that period of time, he'll pick up on shuffling noises, notice odd messes and prints on counter tops- heck even see the running silhouette of a little.. something, from the corner of his eye.

★ — The logical part of him says that it's just a rat that found it self in the lair, but rats don't tear paper - or leave behind.. tiny- human like hand prints ?? Yea, that pretty much sums it up. Something is in the lair.

★— Also insert a scene where Leo shares his suspicions and conspiracies about something living with them in the lair with his fam, and they all think he's either lost it, messing with them, or that he is not getting enough sleep just to make the next part make sense or something somethin - explodes.

✧ — meeting

★ — Upon finding the borrower, erm. A mixed bag of emotions honestly. While he may triumph and feel all smug about being proven right about another presence being in the lair, he is also baffled about their existence. Like, a tiny human, yokai- whatever in the lair ?? wowza. That's erhh.. a bit weird to think about, yet also a little cool ?? Yet the, fact that this little creature has stolen from his family- from him, gets him to come off as a little petty towards the borrower.

★ — So yea, I'm stuck in between of whether Leo would be salty towards them, holding a grudge about them stealing. while being stealthy with his approach as to catch them off guard, or get all smug and be obnoxious about being on the right.

★ — I like to think that he would greet the borrower with a little remark, a teasing one as he looks down at them with a small, shit-eating grin. However, I don't doubt that he would be curious about them- and honestly a little impressed by them. They've been living in the lair with five ninja-mutants for- how long ?? And they just now got noticed ?? Respecttt.. kinda.

★ — Would definitely portal them right in front of him if they try to run away, not being very mindful to the borrower's rather vulnerable form. No, he'll just make a portal appear- let them fall through and watch as they plop back onto the counter top. He would also prop them up by their arm or something, and again, he may not be as gentle as he should with them, either because he doesn't realise it or because he just wants to mess with- or to just get back at them for stealing from him.

★ — That would also be followed by a small series of questions- like an interrogation, an almost condescending one at that. He would blame them for his fam's missing equivalent, and address the fact that due to their thieving antics, he was accused for theft by his own brothers !! Yea, he would be all dramatic and salty about it, which could either be comical, or intimidating to the little borrower.

★ — Though, in spite of his salty, almost obnoxious behaviour towards them- he would get a bit more curious about them after learning that them 'thieving', is actually the only way for them to survive.

★ — He may feel further impressed by their commitment and struggle they have to go through to get access to basic everyday material- even if it's limited. And while part of him just wants to present his victory in the whole 'someone-is-in-the-lair: dilemma, to rub it in his bros faces, the borrower's hushed and rather- afraid look on their face is convincing him otherwise. Plus, he would then have to live with the responsibility of potentially scarring this little guy sooo..

★ — Still, Leonardo isn't one to let go of grudges easily- and though the little thing has earned some of his respect (as well as amazement), he still takes the liberty to toy and mess with them- making up little nicknames for them such as 'little kleptomaniac', giving them little prods here and there, making a few height-difference puns when they are around. erh yea. stuff like that.

[stargazer2709]

The Boogeyman & The Hangman | 2. Sinners

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I've forgotten the last time I was able to have lunch in a place as fine and elegant as the ones Sofia chooses. Many might say that it is too much for someone like me. Slow music in the background is a replacement for people's murmurs, cutlery rules, napkins on laps, very small portions of food on very large plates. It's the world of Gotham's rich people, it's the world Sofia was born into, and I always did my best to fit in.

And there we are, face to face, many dishes on the table, some already eaten, others not even touched. Sofia's drink of choice is martinis, not forgetting olives. Her love for them could be compared to mine for mojitos.

My choice is a good glass of red wine. The occasion calls for it. What I can say openly is, gosh, Sofia has a big appetite. She eats small portions of food in the blink of an eye. On the other hand, I can't judge her. After all, this is one of her first decent meals since she was in Arkham. Still, it doesn't bother me. She's my Sofia after all. She's perfect.

“I can imagine what everyone thinks, what everyone thinks they know about me.” She speaks after finishing eating, for now, and looking at me.

“I know what it feels like.” At that moment I start to remember all those looks on me, and the people who talked behind my back as if I were a monster. People used to tell stories about the Boogeyman, and now Sofia is going through the same thing. “Sofia, you are not a monster. You know that, right?

“I don't know. Maybe I am. Maybe I should teach a lesson to all those who ever betrayed me.” Her voice is so calm that anyone would think she's joking about this. But I'm not. I'm even terrified that she's not. “Maybe I should start with your dear friend Oz.”

“Oz?”

“Yeah. That man doesn't have a single idea of what loyalty means. He could betray me at any moment, or the Family, and I can't allow that.” She takes a sip of her martini and continues. “Even today, he left you on your own and ran away without caring about you. He wouldn't hesitate to use you as bait if the situation called for it.”

What Sofia says echoes in my head over and over again. She is right. Even though I would like to believe something else, that it was just a misunderstanding or a mistake, her words make the story seem different.

Whether or not, I think enough years have passed between us that we can only talk about this. I try to lighten the mood a bit, as well as change the subject of the conversation.

“You know, I couldn't tell you before, but... Wow, you haven't aged one bit, you know?” I say this honestly as I notice how great she looks now.

When a smile appears on her face I can't help but feel like everything inside me is turning into a mess. Is it possible that even her smile is brighter, wider than before? Or maybe it's my stubborn and hopeless heart totally biased for her.

“Flattery has gotten you far, hasn’t it, puppy?” She answers after refreshing her throat with her martini. Hearing that peculiar nickname brought back great memories of a wonderful but also dangerous love affair. “Tell you what? You haven't changed a bit either. You're still as manly, hot and strong as ever.” Sofia seriously loves what she sees, just like I love what I see. That mutual desire between us seems to have never died. I even came to believe that the years were beginning to take their toll on me.

“Are you kidding me? I am officially a forty year old man. And I'm not even gonna talk about these...” My hands dig through my beard to reveal strands of gray hidden among all the dark hair. Each one of them has been my birthday present for all these years.

“Oh, they don’t look bad, puppy. I think that look suits you. It makes you look more... mature, experienced.” I find comfort in her words as she caresses the sea of black hair without taking those huge, piercing brown eyes off me.

“You like it, huh?”

“Of course I do. You've aged damn well.” Her hand remains wandering over my facial hair for a little while longer until eventually she returns her hand to her side of the table. “I like the suit.” Her eyes go over me from top to bottom, taking in details of the suit I'm wearing.

The clothing set is completely black, except for the shirt. The advantage of working for mobsters is that you can wear fancy suits all the time without looking pretentious or boastful.

“Thank you. I bought it a few weeks ago. Just for a change.” I smile again, straightening the jacket a bit, making it look smoother and wrinkle-free. Sofia continues to look at it.

That's when the waiter comes to our table to take away the empty plates on it and put more dishes in their place, as well as Sofia's empty glasses, leaving another round of martinis for her.

“Listen, you surely know what's on my mind. As soon as I got out of that nuthouse, I've just been looking for my brother. Do you know anything about that?” Well, I wasn't expecting this change of subject, but I have to adapt to it. Anyway, it's something that Sofia cares a lot about.

“Yeah. I think I heard you mention it during the meeting with Viti, but I didn't realize he had disappeared before that, you know? I find it strange that it just happened like that.”

“That's my point. Alberto wouldn't disappear overnight. Yes, he is... A lost cause, a walking mess. But he wouldn't just leave like that, even though he knows I need him.” She sighs deeply and shakes her head in denial, trying to shake off the idea that Al's disappearance could be something much more serious. “I need you to find him. You're good at what you do, possibly the best I know, and to be honest, you're the only person I can trust right now. If anyone can find my dear brother, it would be you, puppy.”

Of course I'm willing to do whatever it takes to help her. I move my hand across the table until I reach Sofia's and caress it, brushing her knuckles with my fingertips from one side to the other. By doing this, I also look into her eyes. She needs to know that I am with her.

“Hey, I'll take care of this. You know I'd do anything for you, right?” Again I try to comfort her with a gentle smile as my touch slows down.

“I know you would.” She smiles back at me, taking my hand in response to my gesture. “I know what those assholes in the Family did to you, but it only makes things easier. I need you on my side, puppy. And not just to find my brother. I want you for myself. From now on, you're working for me. Got it?” Never in my life have I felt so intimidated and delighted at the same time. I certainly love Sofia's cold-bloodedness when making an important decision. She can come and tell everyone what she thinks is hers and no one would be able to do anything to stop her.

“I'm in.”

“We'll start tomorrow. Until then, how about we get out of this place and you give me a tour of your apartment? I bet it's still as nice as I remember it...”

Oh my goodness. I'd be lying if I said I didn't like the idea, but it's been ten years since we felt our bodies together so... intimately.

She refused to let her men drive for her, instead she chose me. The ride was short. It didn't take me long to drive to my apartment. The hardest part was holding back my desire to kiss Sofia's wonderful lips on the way.

As I reach the door of my apartment I can't help but look around, checking that no one is watching. I think the old habit of keeping my guard up around Sofia has stuck with me. I have always tried to keep her safe, even though I knew she could take care of herself. I open the door and let Sofia through, stepping into the darkness inside.

Night had come and honestly, I wasn't ready for visitors these days, much less from someone who has stepped foot in this place as many times as she had. She looks around, analyzing every detail, whether something from the past has changed or everything is just as it was. On the other hand, I take off my jacket and leave it lying on a nearby chair, leaving me now with my white shirt and black tie uncovered.

“Congratulations, puppy, you've kept this place decent since I was last here.” She stops to look at me having reached the living room, where there are two black couches and a glass table in the center.

“Yeah, well, you know I always had a thing for cleaning.” Yes, I know exactly where this is going, but I have to try not to look like a dog desperate to mount his owner's leg. Even if she knows I want it. I slowly approach Sofia, also passing into the living room.

“Oh, I know.” The distance between us seems to narrow as she moves closer to me, placing her hands on my chest and pushing me back. “Maybe I'll make you clean up the mess we're gonna make right now.” Gosh, why do I have to be so soft and manipulative with her? I don't make the slightest attempt to impose myself and stop her from pushing me. I just let my body relax and she can move it as she pleases.

Her hands move to the collar of my shirt and then move down to begin unbuttoning it, slowly revealing my chest. I fall onto the soft surface of the couch as well, my whole body relaxing. She quickly climbs onto the couch with me and sits on my lap, and I immediately feel her weight on me. Her knees rest on the cushions and next to each of my legs.

“It's been so long since we were this close, huh?." I try to maintain my usual cockiness, but it is undeniable that Sofia can have me at her mercy if she wants.

She smiles in response to my comment, and ends up completely opening my shirt, revealing my abdomen, where there are some scars. Most of them are small, like scars from stab wounds or sharp object wounds, and a few large ones that are almost impossible to ignore. This completely releases the desire in me that I thought had ceased, but it was just waiting for the best moment.

My hands touch Sofia's cheeks to bring her closer to me and give her a big kiss as I had anticipated. The intensity of the kiss grows as her touch moves to my bare chest and then to my abdomen, tracing my barely visible muscles.

I raise my hands to the first button of Sofia's coat to try to open it too, but she stops me by putting her hands on top of mine.

“Don't.” Her eyes find mine as she breaks away from our kiss, squeezing my hands lightly before letting them go. “I'm not who I used to be, puppy. Not my mind. Not even my body.” She looks vulnerable now, as if her cold demeanor has collapsed in a second.

“It's okay.” I smiled at her slightly, without any hidden feelings that I don't wish to share with her. Just honesty. I know as well as Sofia what it's like to live feeling different from who you were before living in hell.

“Good thing you're a softie.” She melts the tension in the moment, smiling at me and slowly resting her head on my chest.

My heart beats faster than normal as I feel the weight of Sofia's head on my chest, sending a relaxation throughout my body. The way I see it, it's our first night together after ten years apart, and I wouldn't ask for any other way to spend it than just being together. Hugging each other.

In all the time I've known Sofia, the times we've spent nights together on the couch are so few I could count them on the fingers of one hand. The real fun lies in a huge bed with silk sheets. But this time, no matter the reason, it is not like that.

Who knows? Maybe she wants to put a new twist on this, and she knows perfectly well that together we adapt to whatever, however and whenever.

On the other hand, I am ready to work for Sofia. My skills might not be as perfect as they used to be, or my body as strong as it was, but as long as that woman is my boss, I would give it my best shot.

It's a rainy day in Gotham, now reprising my role as it was all those years ago. Following Sofia wherever she goes, looking out for her, being on her side in all her affairs. I hold an umbrella to cover Sofia from the rain, while the rest of the bodyguards around me slowly get their suits soaked by the raindrops falling on the thin fabric.

While we are all outside a jewelry store, cars pass by, some pedestrians walk by, not without first throwing those looks of rejection at Sofia, or even at me. Two of the criminal underworld's biggest names are out on the streets like nothing's happening. What the hell is wrong with this city?

The rain continues to fall on us, and Sofia looks around at the vehicles passing by on the street and puddles forming near the sidewalk. Nothing out of the ordinary. That's what she would think if she couldn't see with her own eyes the striking plum Maserati across the street. She can make out Oz looking in our direction, as if he's spying on us.

“Sofia, are you okay?” I ask as she keeps her eyes on the car on the other side, and I turn in the same direction as her, trying to figure out what she's looking at.

There he is. He probably knows that Sofia knows. The car starts, its headlights come on, and Oz leaves the spot where he was previously parked, causing the tires to screech as they skid.

“Go.” She orders her men to follow him as soon as she notices his intentions to flee. She wouldn't give him a chance to run away without first teaching him a lesson, as she said.

The men around me run to the vehicles. I try to follow them, but Sofia's hand on my arm stops me from moving forward. Looking back at her, she just stares at me, lightly squeezing my arm.

“Not you. You are with me. You don't get your hands dirty unless I ask you to.” She sounds menacing, but slowly releases my arm from her grip. “My men will take care of it.”

I nod at Sofia's demand and she just walks over to one of the still parked vehicle, leaving the safety of the umbrella protecting her from the rain. Opening the back seat door she takes one last look at me. “Let's go. We have to go back to the mansion. Now.”

She clearly knows that I agree without thinking, so she closes the door without even looking at me, just trusting that I would follow her. And she's not wrong. I quickly approach the luxurious black SUV, wetting the soles of my shoes as I walk through the puddles on the street. I close the umbrella and enter the vehicle, taking the driver's seat and leaving the umbrella on the other seat.

As I fasten my seatbelt I adjust the rearview mirror and I can see Sofia watching me from the back seat.

“Your little friend has a lot to confess, so hurry up.” Her face is so cold again and a lethal look says it all. Better not to make the boss angry. You don't want to see her angry. I'm not surprised that her mood has changed overnight. After all, she has always known how to distinguish between personal matters and business.

“Alright.” That's all I can say, then I start the car and the windshield is wiped clean of raindrops.

On the way to the Falcone Mansion the rain does not reach that part of the city, so the raindrops were no longer a problem for me. A luxurious place, huge and there is no way that the rain can cause a disaster in it. Upon arrival, Sofia made me follow her inside, not caring one bit about the noticeable tension between the Family members and me, as our last meeting had not been so friendly.

After a few minutes waiting for the men to arrive, Sofia takes me with her through the house until we reach the greenhouse. That place brings back good memories to my mind, but they quickly disappear when I find the scene of Oz tied to a chair, naked. At his side is Castillo, one of Sofia's most trusted men, who would be in charge of the torture this time.

“What's up?” The man greets me casually.

“Castillo.” I return his greeting, nodding, looking at Sofia afterward.

“Was enough. Time to get started.” She stands in front of Oz and then looks at Castillo, giving him a nod, as if silently ordering him to do something.

So he starts throwing blows at the unconscious man's face, hoping that he will wake up soon, although not in the most pleasant way.

“It's a terrible feeling, isn't it?” She hopes Oz can hear her as he continues to get punched in the face. “Nothing left to hide behind.” At that moment, Castillo shoves his gun into Oz's mouth, causing his eyes to slowly open. “The guard at Arkham stripped us bare every morning. It was humiliating... being turned into a thing.”

When Sofia says this, all that comes to mind is my memories in Arkham, living the same thing as her. Living the same humiliation every damn day. I start to feel bad for her. Guilty.

“But after a while, I just started to think, "Well... what's it matter? There's nothing left anyway"”. She keeps talking and Oz struggles to breathe properly with a gun in his mouth. He looks at Sofia and then at me, asking himself "What is this guy doing working with her?" He wouldn't expect to see me under these circumstances. “But my brother? My brother visited me every week. And every week, he said that there was something left and that he was gonna help me fight to keep it. I-I just wonder how you see me, Oz. If I am more than a thing to play with.”

She ends up putting Oz's brace on a table behind her so she can look at it again and continue talking. Now he has the gun out of his mouth and can speak freely.

“You were right, though, about the club and the loft. That was all clean.”

“Huh.”

“But outside... Well... The downside of driving a plum car is that very hard to forget. And so are you when you shoot at a bunch of kids in the street. And this one...” She turns her gaze to a young boy with blood pouring from his face and a handkerchief in his mouth. Castillo drags him on the ground to bring him to her. “...says it all happened the night Alberto went missing.” For God's sake, I can see her eyes widening, looking like she's on the verge of losing control.

At this point, something inside me is screaming at me to intervene or try to solve this another way, but the least I could do right now is let Sofia handle it. She is my boss now, and I can't do anything outside of her orders.

“I don't know. What do you say?”

“You think I know this kid? I don't know this kid. You can't take some teenager's word over mine!”

“So you're saying that he's the liar?”

“Yes!”

“Not you?”

“Yes! Fucking yes!” His screams are desperate. Sofia takes the gun that was previously in his mouth, ready to pull that trigger at any moment.

“Okay.” Without trembling for a second, she shoots the poor boy right in the head. The shot interrupts him from saying his last words.

I close my eyes as I hear the shot, which resonates in the place and inside me. It's been so long since I've seen a person killed, especially by someone who wouldn't have hurt anyone.

“That's what you wanted, right? To have my reputation precede me? You are so good at taking your way out of things. Even at the cost of someone else's life. Especially then. Right?” She confronts Oz again, and when she finishes, she orders her henchman to start the torture.

“The fuck you doing? What are you doing?!” Oz starts to freak out when he feels a thin rope on his arm. He surely knows what is about to happen.

Sofia mentions her father's absence, while the rope begins to cut into the flesh on Oz's arm, making it bleed and eliciting screams of pain from him. She doesn't seem affected by it. Her face is so serious and emotionless that it scares me. But she just wants answers. Helpful answers. And she wouldn't stop until she got them out of him.

“Tell me. Tell me that I'm too emotional and that I have an overacting imagination, and that I shouldn't take things so personally. But first... Tell me he's alive.” Her gaze is so intimidating as she looks at Oz that I can feel just as threatened and vulnerable as he is. Gosh. This woman is just too much. In a good way.

When the moment seems too serious and awkward, a loud crashing sound comes from outside, seeming to come from the main entrance of the mansion.

“Oh, shit!” I exalt upon hearing this and quickly pull the gun from my waist and run out of there. The other man follows me as does Sofia out of the greenhouse.

As we leave the greenhouse, we can see a brick-colored car crashed into the fountain in the middle of the mansion. The car's horn won't stop honking and when I look inside, I see no driver. Instead, there's a blockage in the accelerator.

“It's empty.” I raise my voice to the armed men around me, as Sofia approaches the car. One of the employees tries to stop her, but she pushes him away and decides to go closer. Like me, she examines the interior. But there is still one part of the car that needs to be checked.

Sofia walks to the back of the car to open the trunk, while I stand next to her. It opens slowly. I have to say she must be a lot more petrified than I am to see what's inside. The lifeless body of Alberto, Sofia's brother. With his little finger cut off, and the word 'Payback' carved just above it.

Shortly after seeming completely dead inside, Sofia lets out a heart-wrenching scream. It seems like a nightmare, and worse yet, it's just beginning.

[farahscreation]

Stop ignoring me Chapter 1 - Hiba x fem reader

Requested? No

Summary:Every since Hiba started hanging out with Tasneem (f/n) was nothing to her. It's like she never seen you in her life. Will (f/n) be able to bring Hiba back?

Authers note: This has nothing to do with real life! This is all from my pure imagination. If you want to read more of my storys go to my Masterlist to see more of Alrawabi school for girls.

Warning: mental health

Word count: 573

It was like any other day but different. Since Hiba is one of the most popular girls in school every thing change. I'm not confident like I used to be. I don't have anyone to stand up to me. I started to skip school not because

I wanted too but I was forced. I used to live with Hiba but she doesn't pay attention to me anymore. She didn't even care when i moved back home which I regret. I live with my mom the reason I moved out because of my mom I couldn't take it anymore. Hiba used calm me down when ever i get a bad grade and have to face my mom. But my mother knows better then taking back to Hiba but since Hiba is not here things changed.

"Hey, (f/n)" My friend smiled at me in the bus. I sat beside her and chatted with her a bit." Oh yeah, I don't see you hangout with hiba anymore. Is everything ok?" She wondered. "Yeah everything's ok she has just been busy recently" I responded with a small smile. The moment we arrived I got of the bus and went to my classroom, Just to see Hiba giggling and laughing with Tasneem. I couldn't help but feel a bit jealous but I had nothing to say I just went pass them and sat at my seat it hurts more because Hiba's seat was right beside me. But I couldn't take it anymore. I got up and grabbed Hiba to the bathroom."Hey! What the hell!" Hiba shouted "what's wrong with you Honestly (f/n)!" . "When will you stop ignoring me?" I asked "it's none of your business" she responded "ever since you have been hanging out with Tasneem you changed. It's like I don't know you anymore. Why? Just why?". She didn't respond all she did was take out her phone and scroll on it."Hey! Hiba I'm talking to you don't ignore me" she sighed put her phone away. "So what? Huh it's none of your business. Can't I have some time for myself" she yelled back and walked away. I pulled her wrist and stopped her from leaving."please Hiba. Did I do something wrong? Please tell me why are you always ignoring me in school, ignoring my calls and texts everything, please tell me" I begged. "I am just Sick of you (f/n) okay!". "Then beake up with me" I was speechless oh the words that just came out of my mouth I couldn't believe what I just said. I didn't mean it at all and I can tell that Hiba was surprised as well. We both froze for a moment then Hiba spoke "oh really that what you want?"

"No I didn't mean it Hiba" she proposed. "Sure. Sure you didn't. Never talk to me again" she threatened and left leaving me speechless. Couldn't believe I hate myself now Hiba hates me. The more I think about it the more it hits me I didn't even notice how long it have been until the bell rang I washed my face and left the bathroom. I walked in class to see hiba sitting at her usual table I sat down and Miss Abeer walked in. I didn't even pay any attention to class because I was just so focused in something else. But I know I can't change anything well I don't know.

Hello, I hope you guys like this one please do I worked very hard on it😭😭 but thank you all for your support and love and I will be posting more from now on

[pinkyjulien]

Hi, i really hope im not bothering you by sending a modding question... i am absolutely brand new to even thinking about modding, and i know theres a big discord out there, but ive mostly heard horror stories coming out of the community so im honestly terrified to even check it out... im just wondering if you have any idea if its feasible to make a mod of Padre's shirt for V? (The one w the sweater over a collared shirt, i feel like ive seen it on other random npcs as well) not asking you to do it or anything, but its one ive never seen in mods so idk if its already been tried by modders and everyone decided "nah this wont work". Again, so sorry if you dont want to be bugged with questions like this, you honestly just feel like one of the most approachable people ive seen in this fandom so far and trying to make any cp77 friends has proven extremely intimidating.

Heya!! It's always ok to ask modding questions, you don't bother at all 🤲

I can't blame you for not wanting to get your feet into big servers, it can get quite overwhelming and frustrating when nobody seems to notice you. Tho I recommend using them as modding-wiki extension! It can be useful to search for solution, plugins and softwares, discord exclusive tutorials, or catch someone's getting help for a similar problem for example. There is no need to be active :3 but no pressure ofc, just know that it's totally ok to join these servers to just lurk

Now for Padre's shirt! I won't be able to do it (not right now at least) so I'll throw infos and direction if anyone else wanna give it a try 🤏

Here's the path to Padre's mesh -

base\characters\garment\gang_valentino\torso\t1_078_shirt__sweater\t1_078_ma_shirt__sweater_old.mesh

Tho we can see its all wonky compared to a regular MA mesh, and that's because this one is specifically fitted for old' Padre (it's even in the mesh file name, _old)

To make a version useable for masc V, we'll need to combine a few meshes available in the same folder!

The main piece: t1_078_ma_shirt__sweater.mesh

The bottom part: t1_078_ma_shirt__sweater_shirt.mesh

The cuffs: t1_078_ma_shirt__sweater_cuffs.mesh

And one of the two available collar: t1_078_ma_shirt__sweater_collar_01.mesh or _collar_02.mesh

All of these should already fit into one another, but if not a lil refit in blender should do the trick!

Then I can only point out to the Modding Wiki and its numerous tutorials for the AXL part (making a standalone clothing mod)

I also recently added my own AXL Workflow in my Tutorial Drive; I'm planning on writing a proper one, for now it's only screenshots from an old private tutorial I made for a friend, some infomartion are outdated (I've learned a lot since then as well) but it can still be useful, hopefully!

Thank you for the ask and for your kind words 🧡 I'm sorry to hear the community hasn't been too welcoming, but there are a lot of good souls willing to help and guide if needed!

A big server that I often recommend is The Cyberpunks; it's a fandom focused server, really chill and friendly, not based entierly on modding but its modding channels are pretty active! I lurk in there, you can catch me in the modding and screenshots area :>

If big servers are out of the picture, I totally recommend trying to get into a smaller server; small bubbles can be more comfortable when the members are well spirited and positive :3

I hope you'll find your place and people you vibe with 🧡 and hope the few info on Padre's shirt can be useful, to you or anyone out there seeing this that might want to give it a try! With a few recolors I'm sure it can be a cute, cozy corpo-ish attire ✨👌

[hopeymchope]

re: toxic fanbases. I'm not good at telling what fanbases are toxic. I'm both a doormat ("that rando who started yelling at me all of a sudden probably has a good reason and I'm dumb for not seeing it 👍") and a weirdo who tends to stay within very small circles. With Danganronpa, I feel like there's *something* that makes it a little jarring compared to other communities, although it's by far not the worst community I've personally interacted with.

Its popularity definitely plays a massive role; it's actually impressive to see how active Danganronpa circles remain after all this time, but the downside is that there's a lot of brainrot, distant memories, and most importantly people who've been involved with it for WAY too long. I myself have definitely grown horribly bored of having the same tired debates be brought up time and time again - I can imagine people with a different personality from mine getting very upset over that.

Though I don't feel a connection to that aspect at this time, the prevalent young fanbase also comes with its qualities and flaws.

I could go on, because this community is so large and so old that it's genuinely, like I already mentioned, jarring at times. I'll turn my back from being told DRAE is irredeemable media because it uses dark humour to see someone draw a Komaru with giant tits requesting coitus. There are times when interacting with Danganronpa fans has made me wish I'd just never known about Danganronpa at all, so all things considered, even if I can't put words on it, there's a strong negative aspect to it.

At the same time, I don't know how it being Danganronpa specifically relates to some negative experiences I had - was some of the abuse I endured as a Wiki admin related to the way the DR fandom is? Or did it have to do with Wikis more than it did with DR, with French users more than it did DR? Maybe the problem is that this series has given so many of us such intense brainrot and we can't stop getting involved with it.

Sorry if this long ask is annoying in any way - I figured you might be interested in exploring the conversation around how the DR fandom might come across as toxic, objectively or subjectively OTL

One thing I remember for sure is that when I posted Akudama Drive LGBTQ headcanons, I felt perfectly fine and happy about it - but when I decided to post my Danganronpa headcanons too, I had a strong feeling that I was taking a risk, however small. That's not a very nice feeling to get as an adult who's just trying to be a little happy and silly with PNGs.

Oh, I don't mind a long ask at all! I'm grateful for the detailed thought you put into this, honestly. :) I'm a pretty wordy person myself — you may have noticed.

I think a lot of what you're describing as negatives within the DR community are unfortunate constants with fandoms of ANY popular media these days. Not ALL of it, but....

Every piece of media is gonna be declared irredeemable/offensive/problematic by some parties now if it delves into any kind of darkness or deals with any kind of major crimes, it seems like I've seen more than one person online state — with a straight face, mind you — stuff like "Danganronpa is toxic AF, many of those characters are LITERALLY murderers" and I'm just over here thinking are you fucking serious? I don't remember seeing people say stuff like this in my fandom circles before 2019 or so, but I see it everywhere now. It seems to have grown more prevalent since the 2020s hit? There are people who just can't stand to deal with any moral grayness, any dark theming, etc — and they don't think anyone else should allowed to enjoy that stuff either. (Now I'm wondering whether there are people similarly dismissing Akudama Drive. Much smaller fandom, so maybe you don't see that. But I can imagine someone grumbling "These characters are LITERALLY criminals, wtf." LOL)

We all know Internet Rule 34, but I feel like there are certain built-in multipliers to it that increase how widespread it is. Animated media? That's a multiplier that will cause even MORE porn to exist. Japanese media? That's another multiplier. Which means there's tons of porn of DR characters — even for the teen characters that're underage in most countries like Komaru. At least I've never stumbled across porn of the small children like the Warriors of Hope, THANK FUCKING GOD. I sadly don't doubt that it exists, but I hope to god it remains in a dark corner, out of my goddamn sight.

And I definitely feel much, MUCH more afraid to say anything about LGBTQ headcanons for popular media than I do for relatively small fandoms. Maybe that's partly symptomatic of being American in an era where tolerance and acceptance of LGBTQ people is sliding horiffically backwards? At least I think I'm safter to share such things on Tumblr than I would be on Reddit. I'd be afraid to talk about my personal DR LGBTQ headcanons, too. I've even drafted a post about that once and then been like "You know what? No. I'm not opening myself up to abuse for this," leading me to delete it. I've done similarly for the Madoka Magica fandom as well... too active, too big = too likely to result in blowback. I believe Akudama Drive is a pretty small fandom, though, so it makes sense to me why that'd feel like a more comfortable place to talk LGBTQ concepts.

But with all of that said, I can't claim that the infighting over interpretations of characters and events that I see on the DR Wiki is something that every fandom deals with. Maybe some of them do; honestly, Fandom Wikis weren't really so huge a thing before I got deep into DR in the back half of the 2010s, and I haven't really gotten involved with any of the Fandom Wikis I've come across afterwards either. So I don't know for sure! But it seems like that could be uniquely unpleasant about the DR fandom — the way people define "canon" as a matter of personal interpretation.

Since I'm stuck on the English side of the DR Wiki, I'm not certain whether you deal with the same stuff in the French incarnation. Characters like Komaeda and Ouma are especially difficult to police — they have so many fans who think they are pure of heart, and so many fans who find them loathesomely manipulate, and you can't necessarily be certain what about them is true or false. Put all that together, and it's hard to keep things to "Just The Facts" when people fundamentally disagree on what the facts ARE, which can lead to a lot of infighting among the people editing the thing! God... even deciphering the truth about what's going on in V3 and determining how we should or shouldn't explain that haziness is an awfully sticky wicket all by itself.

[setagaya-division]

Elliot's Thoughts on Kobe Division

Ren Nakashima

"I...I t-think Ren-san might be a bit upset with me. I d-d-don't know why, but... I can't help but feel like he is incensed with me or something. It could just be my imagination, but... I don't know. I met him after Yorii introduced him to Mina and I. He seemed nice to Mina, but when I introduced myself, his face fell for a second and it looked as if he was c-c-cross with me. After that, Ren-san has mostly ignored me, not paying me any attention. At least, I think he does. But... sometimes, I can't help but feel he's staring d-d-daggers at me when the others aren't looking. I really wish I could k-k-know what I-I've done w-w-wrong..."

Max Soukoku

"Max-kun is... he's an a-amicable person... so long as y-you d-d-don't b-bother him. ...Honestly, o-our first m-meeting could have gone b-b-better. You see, I was doing my work at the veterinary when M-M-Max-kun entered and just looked around. He then suddenly stared at me with a f-frown on his face. I-I-I asked if he needed a-a-anything, but he just turned around and left as quickly as he came."

"I didn't think much of that until I had left work. M-M-Max-kun suddenly appeared in front of m-m-me, and told me to follow him, or e-else. I didn't have much c-c-choice, so I did. The n-n-next thing I knew, we were in f-front of Max's home and he was showing me h-his pet wolf, Hunter. Apparently, he had caught some kind of flu and Max didn't know what to do for him, so he told me to find out what was wrong."

"Thankfully, it was just a small case of canine distemper. I applied some medicine and within a few hours, Hunter was cured. Max, though he didn't outright say it, was grateful. He then warned me not to tell anyone about this, o-o-or else. I told him I wouldn't, and he led me back home."

"I still see Max in school sometimes. He doesn't say anything to me, which is no surprise. But... lately, I don't know why, but I've noticed that some of the people who used to bully me, now they avoid me like the plague. I wonder why..."

Kaiji Sano

"I don't really know Kaiji-kun all that well. He's... sorta like Mina, as both of them are very popular, though for different reasons. He usually just ignores me whenever we pass by, not that I blame him. I'm probably not even in the same universe as him. There's no need for him to bother with someone like me..."

Lovesick

"This t-t-team... they s-s-scare me. I'm sorry to say that, but its the t-t-truth. I can tell that these guys aren't a-a-afraid to get what they want. And they'll e-eliminate anyone who happens t-to get in their way. I-I-I certainly hope I'm not in-included in that category. ...And... in the o-o-off chance that I am, I hope Mina and Yorii will help me."

[naked-bee]

15 questions

or, how to answer questions about myself without revealing much about myself, yet speaking as honestly and earnestly as I can.

@hreog-like-frog tagged me, and managed to hit me at the exact right time where I needed to take a break from the thing I've been working on all day. Here goes!

More answers below the cut:

Are you named after anyone?

My first name was my Dad's mother's first name and my middle name was my Mom's mother's middle name. I like it, and am grateful I didn't end up with the opposite combination of their names.

When is the last time you cried?

Pretty sure it was the trans godzilla stop-motion film I reblogged a week or so ago. I think I'd seen it first at a film festival but it always gets me. (I'll reblog it again right after this - it's awesome)

Do you have kids?

Nope.

Do you use sarcasm?

I'm trying to cut back.

What is the first thing you notice about people?

Clothes - I don't particularly follow fashion as such, but I've been obsessed with clothes and costumes and clothing history ever since I was a kid.

What is your eye colour?

Hazel.

Scary Movies or Happy Endings?

Happy endings all the way! I'm never mad at a happy or hopeful ending. Weird and dark and gory and violent content are all things I actively seek out but I am a wimp when it comes to actually feeling scared. Horror movies are hit or miss for me, but I keep trying.

Any special talents?

I believe I can make anything. I'm not always right, but blind confidence and a willingness to try has gotten me surprisingly far!

Where were you born?

Small town hospital

What are your hobbies?

I make movies! I do arts and crafts. I walk around outside, the deeper in the wilderness the better (but lately I've mostly just been walking around the perimeter of the office parking lot … there was a goose last week, and some ducks the week before that - I'll take whatever nature I can get)

Do you have any pets?

No pets, but I do get really excited when the kangaroo paw outside my window is in bloom and the hummingbirds come to visit every day.

What Sports do you play/have you played?

I don't consider myself very sporty, but I did spend a lot of time playing team sports in school: volleyball, basketball, and track. The weirdest sport I did in school was hashing. It's a running game where one person (the hare) gets a bag of flour and a head start, and they lay a trail for the rest of the runners (the pack) to follow. It was a great way for me (a slower runner) to have a fun time running with everyone else (and a great way to go on a 5 or 10 mile run without getting bored). I started in college and kept it up for a few years afterwards (with a different group) but I eventually drifted away.

How Tall are you?

5'7"

Favourite subject in school?

I enjoyed school overall but college was where the real fun was. I loved all my materials science classes - especially "science of breaking things" (not it's official name but that's what we all called it) because I got to use a microscope to look at pretty patterns in metal. Good times!

Dream Job?

One where I get to make graphs and look through microscopes a lot (making crafts and then breaking them apart is also a lot of fun). My current job is pretty good, but sometimes they make me do other things so I still have room to dream of a better workday. I am also starting to wonder if it would be really great to be retired. I can't afford that right now, but it's starting to sound really nice.

I'm too shy to tag people, but I would love to see folks' answers, so please consider yourself tagged if you want to play too!

[notafandomname]

Hey anyone wanna know the pointless data that I just found. Sure okay here we go:

Using AO3's tags, we can see that the hermitcraft smp has 14,042 fan works published. 1,241 of those are rated E. So that's 8% of hermitcraft works being explicit.

I compared this to the dream smp, which has 71,577 fan works, of which there are 3,037 explicit fics. So that's 4% of dream smp works being explicit.

As a more general overview I had a look at the Minecraft fandom tag and found that out of 102,507 works there are 6,019 works rated E, putting it at 5% being explicit.

OK so now why the fuck did I do this and also, does it mean anything?

One of the things I love doing on ao3 is going into different fandoms and seeing the general vibe of the works, I like seeing which ship is most popular, how many works it has, what the general ratings and warnings are, and what additional tags are most common. It's just a fun little thing and I like learning about different fandoms that I'm not a part of. I also really like seeing the additional tags, and seeing what fun little things pop up, because there's always fluff, angst and hurt comfort etc but I like seeing what else there is! There always some fun fandom specific tags to be seen.

Anyways, that's just the sort of thing I like doing, and another thing I like is seeing a specific or weird tag and clicking on it to find out what the deal is, how many works it has, what fandoms it's for etc. And anyways today I was having a look at an author that had written a lot of smut fic. And they'd used the tag mob fucking a lot (yeah, like the Minecraft mobs, for this unfamiliar with the concept). So ofc I was like "I wonder how many works that tag has" (it's 41 btw). And I noticed, scrolling through, that it was overwhelmingly hermitcraft under this tag, which I thought was odd, because I know dsmp is a lot more popular so I naturally assumed that for something Minecraft related, dsmp would have more fics. And that thought naturally progressed to fic tropes in general, if the dsmp has more works, surely it has more of everything, right? More E rated fics at least. So I did that maths, for curiosity's sake, and thats what I found! Smutfic makes up double the amount of fics in general in hermitcraft than in dsmp (those being the two biggest smp specific Minecraft fandoms on ao3).

This info,,, benifits no one, as far as I can tell, and is useful for nothing (except my own curiosity) but it is interesting just in terms of challenging my own preconceptions, and probably many peoples, on how just because something is popular doesn't mean it has the most of any one thing. And I was also surprised at how small the amount of E fics was in general, I think there's still this overwhelming generalisation of fanfiction being pornography of being an especially lewd sort of writing, and scrolling through ao3 it really does feel that way sometimes. But I think that's just because,, when we see something that has graphic tags, or an E rating, it just stands out more, you know? We remember it, it sticks in our minds, and makes it feel like there's more than there actually is (not that there isn't plenty).

I'm probably going to do more of this just for my own sake, and see how much of different fandoms have different percents of smut/E ratings,its really interesting.

Also disclaimer I'm not 100% certain that I did my maths right in getting those percentages (I did number of E fics÷number of fics overall, times 100, which I think is right but it's late so honestly who know) and I also was aware that plenty of smut gets published under not rated works, so I did a quick search for unrated works with the tags "smut" or "porn" but didn't come up with anything that significantly impacted the original data. Guys I'm meant to be writing a report it's due in in 40 minutes and I haven't finished it what the fuck am I doing with my life.

[desicrave]

This is so random but I can't stop thinking about how G4 became a continuation of the generations prior in a weird way. Like Gusty the Great literally *is* G1's Gusty - cutiemark and all. It's such a crazy thing to think about when you start noticing tiny details between generations.

I need to watch gen 5 still but I feel like most of the jokes and show is so forced

[for-the-one-i-dont-speak-to]

I never understood this feeling until now. The possibility of loving someone so deeply yet disliking them as time goes on. Is it outgrowing? Is it incompatibility? The answer seems clear but I can't think of the answer I'm searching for. Many years have passed in this friendship and we've lost contact and rekindled during this time. Shared many secrets, thoughts, intrusive thoughts, hopes, desires, dreams, negative thoughts and more. I am ever thankful for you being in my life. But as we grow older I am beginning to realize that I'm building some sort of resentment or disappointment towards you, and I can't pin what word it is because it's not hatred. I wonder if you feel the same because we simply are two different people and growing into two different people as any normal person would. There's this level of uncertainty I feel when I think of us, what our friendship means, what have we learned, what have we taught, what we have been through together. It's not all for nothing. I absolutely love and adore the person you are, you are something not of this world, an angel you could put it but not exactly either. You have a passion that nobody else has, you are delicate and detailed in the work you do, you have a strong sense of self or of who you want to be, you are careful in analyzing people and situations, you are brave and courageous for the ones you love, you are an extremely admirable person. I could go on about the things I see in you. As we've gotten older I'm also seeing the things I dislike and that's what bothers me. Maybe you could say the same, however this is about my thoughts. As much as I love your passion and fire, I dislike how inconsiderate you can be towards others. The passion you feel burns so loud and bright that it doesn't matter who is in the room, everyone will feel your burn. It doesn't matter who is in front of you if you are angry, you are angry. Without a thought of who you want to hurt. I understand that you are also just a hurt person who's lived a hurtful life but where is the compassion? Especially for those who love you dearly? You have this self drive for yourself and who you want to be which everyone should be or at least try to have, but sometimes I view it as you only caring about yourself, being selfish. Which is ironic because I can name almost every person in your life you've called selfish. People have to be selfish to an extent because everyone is living in their world and needs to navigate it their own way. Selfishness is that thing you need to have in moderation. Not too much and not too little. I don't know if you are a selfish person but it feels like you are sometimes. You can be very analytical about yourself and I believe that's where the selfish part maybe stems from, you are just always worried about yourself. I think that the critical and detailed part of you is also what can make your self-esteem plummet in some ways. Not to mention your anxiety. If someone were to ask me or even if you were to ask me, "what have I done to you? For you to feel this way?" I would not be able to tell you. These feelings have just accumulated over time from small situations, small actions, small changes in body language, noticing slight changes in your tone or behavior, good or bad. I wonder if I should even feel this way because if anyone has done you wrong, it's everyone in your life including me. I have not been the greatest friend to you at some points and I honestly don't have an answer as to why. All I know is that I strive to be the perfect friend for you even if my efforts don't seem that way, that is the picture in my head, your best friend.

I have this theory about people that I can use us as an example, and it's quite interesting because I derived this theory from the show Peaky Blinders. The main character is described as a bad man who does good things. He's a man who murders and steals from other people, but then builds schools and orphanages and donates massive amounts of money to the community. What is the moral behind that? Is that even morally sound? Most people would absolutely say no, at heart he is just a bad man who tries to make up for it in his conscience by overcompensating to the community he has taken from. So what of his efforts? Are they for nothing? I strongly believe in yin & yang, that in every good there is bad, and in every bad there is good.

Now to use us as the example, I believe I am a bad person who does good things, and you are a good person who does bad things. I have done things that are not morally ethical, from the way I've treated my parents (deserved or not), to my dating history, to the way I've treated my friends including you. I can also say I've done a great deal for the people in my life; that I've tried my hardest and had to do it all by myself since high school given my childhood history. At the base of who I am, I don't think I'm a good person given my actions and also given my trauma I believe that's why I am the way I am. And I'm trying so desperately to get this bad conscience out of me by doing what I do now which is being the best I can for you and those around me. But does that change the base of who I am? I don't know. For you I strongly believe the reason people dislike or like you too much when they meet you is because you are a good person at heart and that is the base of who you are, and people can see this; it either scares them or rubs them off wrong or they are very drawn towards it. However I do believe you have done bad things (deserved or not) especially to the ones you love. The abuse you've inflicted on your partner, how unsympathetic you are towards your family, your anger and the hateful words you say or cannot control when you are enraged. You don't do anything to me to tip over the iceberg, but watching you do it consistently to others, is disheartening. You talk about fairness but I don't feel any fairness from you at all. Fairness is seeing all sides and understanding why each side has a different perspective. I think you only care about your perspective and don't even give a second thought to another's perspective. You can say you do but I don't think you truly do because if you did, you would be more considerate towards others in your anger. I think you know your morals and principles and are very adamant about what you believe is right and wrong, and I think this can cloud your judgement. There is nothing wrong with knowing what you stand for, but it can cause a blockage towards others opinions who want nothing but for you to hear them out. You know you are a good person at heart and I think that's what makes you think you are better than others. But this can cause you to think that everything you do, bad or good, is righteous because you know what you stand for. The one thing I can say I hate is your use of the word 'righteous'. You've called almost everyone in your life self righteous in any argument or disagreement. I don't know if you know the definition of it but I know you use it to tell someone that all they think about is being right. Being self righteous is thinking you are right all the time but it also means that you think your morals and principles are better than others. In any case, that means everyone in this world is self righteous because everyone has their own beliefs and principles that they live and stand by. I absolutely hate when you say it or call me that because it's not what I am. I don't think I'm better than anyone nor do I think I'm right all the time. I do believe my perspective is valid because that is how I see things and the same could be said for you or anyone else. But I don't think my morals or principles are better than anyone else's.

The last thing I dislike that I've seen is how unfair you are to me versus your family. And I actually don't even know if I should dislike this because it's your family. You expect more out of me which is understandable because I understand you more than anyone else; but it's like I have absolutely no room for mistakes or disagreements. How can you be so unfair? I let you counterpoint my opinions all the time but when I do it it's like I'm not your friend anymore. And more recently you had an issue with my partner because he is a smart mouth that nobody wants to hear but because he's my partner you don't want anything to do with him. When you've been treated worse by your own partner's family and others. There are so many examples and the biggest one is your grandma's husband James. He did something absolutely unforgivable and horrible, and sure you've moved past it and let it go and no longer let it bother you, but you still are ok with being around him. Like I said, I have no room for mistakes or disagreements. This is probably something I should bring up to you but I just don't have the energy. No energy to see if you will understand, no energy to see you disagree or argue with.

I have hope our friendship lasts forever but there things that are going unsaid and I don't know how it will affect us.

07/2024

[ladyohdeath]

THE GODS ARE STUBBORN. this is a pattern that death has come to know over the centuries. if there are any that slip from her often, it is the immortal, the overconfident. they are always the most perceptive, as well, catching glimpses of her before their untimely awakening, sometimes even on the outskirts of tragedy. the recognition and fury in his eyes comes as no surprise to death. she has heard, after all, many a soul address her with such a fury. perhaps, should she think about it long enough, she might even understand why.

i don't intend to die today, he says, and death knows this to be true. there is no point in convincing the god otherwise, not at this particular moment. and perhaps there is even a sense of curiosity there. she does not answer immediately, her brown eyes flickering over his form, as though examining him. reading him, perhaps. she notices the small, almost imperceptible things about him, the movement of his eyes and the twitch of his fingers. as she approaches even closer, she wonders if he's going to try to attack.

but no, he does not. she knows him to be smarter than this, and if she has picked up on anything observing thor over the years, it's his intelligence. unlike others, who's first instinct might be to try and kill her, his first instinct is to demand she leave. in truth it may have even worked. she has no business here any longer for the moment, now that her job is done.

unfortunately for thor, though, she is just as stubborn. and he is a subject that she has wanted to study for years. when she had been this close to him in the past, it had never been his time. he had slipped through her fingers not unlike a wisp of wind. it is not his time now, but that doesn't stop her eyes from drifting to his chest, wondering how his life would taste in her hands. death hungers for all, but especially the immortal.

once close enough, a skeletal hand raises and lingers close to his chin, not enough to touch but enough to feel the air between them, as though the threaten of a touch was enough to achieve the same effect of being too close. she suspects, however, that this will do nothing to throw thor off his game, which honestly just fascinates her more.

"i haven't taken anything," she replies simply, her voice as human as anyone else's. she could easily throw some darkness into it, shift the tone into something more sinister, but she does not. "i don't take lives." (in a sense, it is sort of true. she understands the complexity of someone not processing this, and only seeing her as the face of their grief. she does, however, speak to the truth, in that she is not the decider of one's death. if she was, many things in her past would not be what they are now, but she isn't going to think on that too deeply for the moment.)

"you, though..." she continues, leaning away and pointing that same finger at him. her head tilts, and her ribcage expands, maintaining eye contact with him. she lets the words linger. "that's a different story. not to mention, you've slipped from my grasp many times. it's i who should have a vengeance against you." she drops her hand, and the skeletal form smiles. her voice drips with sarcasm as she goes on; "you're lucky i'm nice."

VERY FEW TIMES HAS HE COME ACROSS HER — in his long life, seeing a face only once or twice will seldom stand the test of time in his memory.  most that don’t become more permanent fixtures in his life are forgotten.  after so many centuries…  even people he loved once have faded from his mind.  but this one, he remembers.  he remembers it well.

thor has long since lost count of just how many souls he’s singlehandedly delivered straight to her.  in more ways than one, he has stared death in the face and merely continued on.  even close calls were never quite close enough for the line between life and death to blur.  always the executioner, never the fallen.  until some years ago, when his own father had stripped him of power, effectively leaving him… human.  and no human could withstand a confrontation with the destroyer.  he still remembers: laying there, on the ground, quickly succumbing to the would - be fatal blow if he’d been anyone else.  just beyond jane’s head, he saw it.  unclear, out of focus, but dark and approaching.  merely a moment in time before his hammer would pull him from the brink.

but he’d never forgotten, and he was almost sure immediately what it was.  thor has seen enough of the universe, indulged in enough cultures — and their beliefs — to put those pieces together.  almost sure became absolutely certain when, during the birth of stormbreaker, he saw her again.  clearer, closer.  far less surprising.  thor had accepted the likelihood of his death in the war against thanos.  simply, after he (and she) had already taken the insurmountable from him… part of him had ceased to care.  the feeling of knowing swept through him like a chill — but the god of thunder is stubborn.  his reputation more than precedes him.

it wasn’t yet his time.  it still isn’t, if he’ll have anything to say about it.

“i don’t intend to die today.”  it is neither a yes or no, but answers her question all the same.  of course he remembers.  do many forget the brushes they’ve had with her?  even if centuries more had passed… he would remember.

there is a bite to his tone that he makes no attempt to hide.  at his sides, fingers twitch with the urge to call stormbreaker.  though it would be for naught; what purpose would there be in fighting death?  there is no besting the greatest equalizer in existence.

“and you will not take from me more than you already have.  not this day.  so you may be on your way.”

[slttygeto]

down like six thirty

request: [@burntbuttermm] for the tokrev hcs maybe some fluff/crack? with draken/baji/ whoever else you like! if you want a more specific idea maybe like cafe/first dates/rainy day in? Idk I just want them to be happy.

synopsis: am I enough to keep your love? when I'm old and stuff, will you still have a crush?

featuring: ryuguuji ken, baji keisuke, sanzu haruchiyo.

genre: fluff, suggestive at sanzu's.

note: "idk i just want them to be happy" 😭 i felt this. also very unedited so ill make sure to fix mistakes asap (after auri points them out lol)

—ryuguuji ken (draken)

rainy day in + him = heaven.

draken strikes me as the type of lover who looks like he's always in control to strangers

he always has a hand on your waist, is standing close to you wherever you go and it's honestly very reassuring

but once you two are alone or just away from prying eyes, he turns into the softest plushie ever

"don't you think it's ridiculous how they immediately assumed he's the traitor?" your boyfriend mumbled, his cheek pressed against yours as he laid on top of you while you two watched this new show you randomly came across.

it was a very lazy day for draken. he decided he wanted to take a day or two off from work just to focus on himself (in other words, relax with you) and with the rain pouring hard, he soon found himself cuddling you on the couch after you two made a nice batch of cookies.

"I mean, all the clues lead back to him," you replied as you stroked his back under his shirt, the action almost making him purr. he could care less about the show right now.

he turned his gaze to yours, nuzzling his head in your neck and sighed, relaxing under your touch. how could you make him feel so good all the time? it was honestly a wonder. and it was one of the reasons why he felt so lucky to have you, someone who understands him and puts him at so much ease.

lowering the volume down, the sound of the rain along with the crinkling fire from the fireplace was all too relaxing. noticing how draken's breathing was starting to slow down, a smile made its way to your face.

"wanna sleep, ken?" your voice rang through the empty space of your living room, the soft hum from your boyfriend was enough of a response to your question.

and soon enough, you were following your boyfriend into dreamland, and if anyone were to walk in on you two cuddling on the couch, holding onto each other so tightly even in your sleep, they would realize just how much you loved each other.

—baji keisuke

such a fun lover<3

ever since you two started dating you learned that kei was more of a sensitive soul than anyone would ever imagine

it's not that they thought of him as heartless, but they would never expect that the baji keisuke could cry easily

"kei?" you were more than concerned when you opened the door to your apartment, finding your boyfriend standing there in a black hoodie that made it seem like he was running away from the police.

"are you okay? honey, it's 11pm what could possibly bring you—"

"I found a kitten," he cut you off, and if you didnt know him better than anyone else you'd think that he sounded like any other day—cold and brutal. but this time, he sounded a bit emotional, almost like he was on the verge of crying.

"you did? where is it—" before you could even finish your sentence, kei was gently pulling the fluff ball out of the pocket of his hoodie. it was small, a mix of black and white on its fur.

"oh my god, it's a tuxedo cat!" you cooed at the kitten who meowed in return, trembling in baji's hold as it nuzzled his palms. but why did your boyfriend look so stressed?

"I found it on my way to your apartment, I know I was supposed to be here a few hours ago but then I found it and—"

"kei, breathe." you chuckled, holding your hands out to cup his face. "it's fine, the kitten is alright now honey," your thumbs stroked his cheeks, before staring down at the kitten who was purring in his hands. it was really in love with him.

"now why do you look so stressed about it?" you asked, tilting your head a little to get a closer look at your boyfriend. baji never avoided eye contact, but this time was also a different.

"...I may or may not have developed a soft spot for it,"

"and?"

"and I really wanna adopt it,"

"...okay?"

"but my landlord doesn't allow pets." keisuke felt stupid that this was making him want to cry, he couldn't even wipe his tears because the fur ball was in his hands and he didn't want to wet it.

you, on the other hand, were melting. your boyfriend was such a soft hearted person but being reminded of it this way was so precious.

flashing him a small smile, you leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead before leaning down to do the same with the kitten.

"it can stay at my place, kei." it felt like christmas day for baji. he was so careful not to hurt the kitten as he leaned in, peppering your face with kisses all over while holding himself back from jumping from joy.

"we're keeping you! we're gonna name you oreo! or maybe tux? tuxedo! coffee? milk—"

you really loved your boyfriend, there was no doubt.

—haruchiyo sanzu

he was a dangerous man

but that didn't mean he couldn't have fun

when he decides to do something, he's unstoppable and you're always his first victim

which is why him randomly popping at your place at 3am became a normal thing in your relationship

"let's destroy the kids toys aisle."

"sanzu, no."

you had been trying to calm your boyfriend down for the past twenty minutes. you didn't know if it was the coffee he drank or if it was just one of those days where he felt extremely energetic, he was stressing you out.

"this is boring though! I wanted to have fun," the little pout on his face made you smile a little, your hand reaching towards his to pull him closer to you before placing a kiss on his lips.

"we can always have fun without destroying things," sanzu maintained eye contact with you, his irises growing a bit darker the longer you stared back at him that you had to pull yourself away from him.

"keep it in your pants, haruchiyo."

"but you said—"

"I won't go down on you here!"

"I was not going to suggest that, I was actually thinking I go down on you here," stepping closer to you again, your breath hitched when he pulled your body flush against his, his breath fanning your face. "you'd look cute, don't you think?"

"crying, begging for me to let you cum, right?"

"san—"

"but we're here to have actual fun! do you think we should go to a drive through?" you have never wanted to punch him so bad in your entire life. now you were horny and cranky, and both combinations weren't good news for anyone, especially at three in the morning at a supermarket.

"I think you should leave me alone," you huffed, turning around and walking away from your pink haired boyfriend who followed close behind you with a small laugh, stuffing his hands in his pocket.

"it's okay baby, I will actually go down on you when we go back home—oh look! is that the educational books section?"

looking towards where he was pointing, your mouth dropped at his words.

"those are playboy magazines!"

"your point?" grabbing one of the magazines, sanzu scanned the pages carefully before humming to himself and staring at you.

"zero out of ten, you're not on any of these pages so they're not good." flashing him a look, you held back a smile as you grabbed a magazine yourself.

"ten out of ten, this guy—"

"put it down before I actually rip it to shreds"

2022 © all works belong to slttygeto. do not repost my work anywhere else.

[spyrothesquish-0006]

Bakugo X afab!Reader, Period Comfort fic

Warnings: afab!Reader, mentions of period cramps

Period cramps suck, but Baku would give the best snuggles 🥺

Enjoy! I haven't posted in a while cuz writers block and life being busy, but I'm back! For now 🥲

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"Hey, dumbass. What has you looking so down?"

      It was funny, honestly, how Katsuki had such a way with words. If it was anyone else, perhaps you'd be offended, but you knew that's just how Bakugo was. His tone was rough, but his eyes were soft as he stood in front of you, looking down at where you currently sat, slightly curled up in a ball at your desk.

      You hadn't noticed, but you probably did look a little down. "That time of the month" had come around, and your cramps felt like your insides were being ripped apart and chomped on by an angry chihuahua. All you wanted to do was lay in bed until the pain went away, but alas, you still had classes for the day. Luckily for you, it was the last period of the day, so all you had to do was survive the next 45 minutes before you could go back to the dorms.

      Bakugo was still looking down at you with concern hidden behind his usual scowl.

     "Well? What's wrong? Do I need to blast someone to bits, or what?"

You couldn't help but laugh at his immediate jump to violence. He always was so protective of you, after all, he should be. He did just so happen to be your boyfriend. You shook your head as a small smile came to your lips.

     "No, it's nothing like that. It's just cramps kicking my ass for now."

You rested your head down on your desk for a minute as the pain kicked in, eyes screwed shut in a pained grimace. Why did you have to be cursed with a uterus?

      You felt as a warm hand was placed on your back, willing you to relax a bit as Bakugo rubbed your back. His voice lowered as he leaned down to kiss your temple.

     "Just hold on another 40 minutes baby, then we'll get you back to my room for the night, okay?"

All you could manage was a nod before Bakugo had to take his seat before Aizawa would get mad at him.

     The next 40 minutes passed in a daze; you were too focused on the pain in your stomach to even remember what the lesson was about. You went to grab your bag to leave, but your hand was tugged back before you could pick it up.

     "Don't even try, let me."

Bakugo grabbed your bag off the ground, giving a slight smirk at the way your eyes softened. He wrapped an arm around your waist, ignoring the snickers he heard from the back of the class as he went to leave with you. Why should he give a damn about what a bunch of wanna-be-hero extras thought? You were his, and he was heavily proud of that fact. His uncaring attitude didn't stop him from throwing a hard glare their way, however, and anyone poking fun knew better than to continue.

      You leaned against his side as you two walked back to the dorms, finding comfort in the sweet scent of caramel as he idly rubbed your back on the way. The cramps still hadn't let up, and all you wanted to do was curl up in a ball and not move. By the time you and Bakugo got to his dorm room, he decided he'd be better off carrying you, so you were soon swept off your feet and later placed onto his bed.

     "Stay here for a minute, and don't even think about moving. I'm gonna grab some of your stuff so you can stay the night."

You knew better by now than to argue with him, so all you did was give a tired nod as you grabbed his pillow from his bed and hugged it till he got back. You noticed then that Bakugo had left one of his hoodies hanging off the back of his chair by his desk. It still smelled like him when you grabbed it, and you figured he wouldn't mind if you borrowed it, especially considering you didn't feel good. It was rare for the hero-to-be to say no to you for anything, especially if you weren't feeling well.

      Bakugo came back a few moments later, carrying a change of clothes, blanket, some snacks, and your pillow, when he stopped in his tracks. You looked so small and worn out from where you were curled up in his bed, wearing *his* hoodie. It made something swell in his chest as he set your things down, cheeks tinted pink as he tried to regain his usual cocky attitude.

     "Missed me that much, huh? I was only gone a few minutes." He reached out a gentle hand to smooth over your hair, his quirk making his touch warm and comforting. His cheeks flushed slightly as you looked up at him with tired eyes, and he couldn't get over how adorable you looked. You were swimming in his hoodie, and his heart was picking up speed the longer he looked at you. You gave a simple nod, reaching for the clothes he had brought you while Bakugo turned his back to let you get changed.

      It always broke his heart whenever you didn't feel good, but at the same time he adored taking care of you in his own simple ways. He may not be able to change the fact that you were wracked with pain every month, but he could be there by your side to comfort you, and offer his shoulder as a cozy place to rest your head on. His hands were always warm, and you had found that they worked wonders when the cramps got bad. He always looked forward to the day you felt better, but until then, he would enjoy his role as your caretaker.

     A gentle tug to the back of his shirt brought him out of his thoughts as Bakugo turned to look back at you. A pair of sweatpants hung off your hips and his hoodie had swallowed you up as you tugged him into his bed. You gave him your best version of puppy eyes as he pulled him closer to you.

     "Can I just lay on you for now? You're cozy."

     "Whatever you want sweetheart, you know that."

He happily let himself be pulled down into his bed, relaxing against his pillows while you curled up on his chest. He always acted as though it were no big deal whenever you curled up to him, but on the inside, Bakugo always hoped to god you couldn't hear the way his heart pounded in his chest. His skin felt warmer than usual any time he held you, and either you never noticed, or you simply didn't complain. Either way, Bakugo was content.

     It wasn't long until his fingers were carding through your hair, one hand resting on your head while his other traced and massaged along your lower back. Your eyes drooped as he held you, cramps slowly going away with the feeling of his hand on your back. He hummed softly as he traced over your skin, happy with knowing you trusted him enough to care for you at times like these. Bakugo was never one to get sappy, he always hated the "honeyed bullshit" as he called it, but he truly wouldn't change nights like this for the world. Not with the way you looked up at him with the biggest eyes. You always found a way to make him feel like he was #1 with everything. #1 hero, #1 student, and most importantly, #1 boyfriend.

      The night wore on as you fell asleep against his chest, lulled by the sound of his soft humming and his hands on your back, massaging any aches and pains away. His eyes were heavy as he looked down at you, but he just didn't want to fall asleep yet. He didn't want this night to end. He wanted to just hold you in his arms like this forever, obligations and responsibilities be damned. He held you like his own personal teddy bear for the night, arms heavy around you while he began to drift off. He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead while you slept, muttering a soft,

     "G'night baby."

He let his eyes slip shut as he relaxed against his pillow, finally succumbing to sleep as you dreamed away in his arms.

[sunflowershouto]

if they thought you liked the other twin (osamu, atsumu)

𝐚/𝐧: i was suddenly struck by inspo for the miya twins so here's this -leo

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: pining fluff, friends to lovers, light angst with a happy ending

my haikyuu masterlist

𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔

✰ Atsumu is so whipped for you.

✰ He enjoys the attention he gets for being a star player, and even the fangirls help to feed his ego sometimes, but he didn't care about any of them. Not like he cares about you.

✰ They don't really know him, so what's the point?

✰ You're different to him, though. You didn't care about the fans or the TV interviews, or any of the usual things that people noticed about him.

✰ You got to know him, and it made him want to get to know you back, and somewhere along the way, Atsumu fell in love.

✰ The only problem was Osamu.

✰ Well, maybe that wasn't the best way to put it. It wasn't like Osamu was doing anything wrong, but it was hard for Tsumu not to notice how much time you'd been spending with his brother.

✰ You'd come up to Osamu after practices and whisper something to him, and he'd nod, and Atsumu would have to watch as the two of you disappeared off somewhere that he wasn't invited.

✰ It killed him inside a little, since he'd always thought that he was closer to you than Samu was; if you had feelings for Osamu, then why hadn't you told him?

✰ He tried not to be a dick about it; he would whine a little whenever you and Osamu would disappear after practices, but what he was showing was only the tip of the iceberg when it came to how deeply he was hurting at the thought of you falling in love with his brother.

✰ It was after another practice, and there you were on the sidelines with that stupid freakin' beautiful smile that he loved so much. He was standing by Osamu as they packed their duffel bags back up, and he tried to ignore the pang in his chest as you jogged up, surely going to drag Samu away again.

"Atsumu!" you called. "Could we- Uh... Could we talk?"

That was a surprise.

He glanced to Osamu, who gave him a small nod before shouldering his bag and walking off the court without another glance. He couldn't even be nervous about whatever it was you wanted to talk about; he was just glad that he was finally the one that you were speaking to. "Sure thing, darlin'," he replied, picking up his bag and following you to a more private area.

"Okay, uh- Here goes: There's something I've been needing to tell you for a while, and-"

"Ah see..." Atsumu sighed, all of that hurt hitting him again like a ton of bricks. This was where you finally did it right? This was where you'd tell him that you and Osamu were together, this was where you'd finally rip his heart out.

"You... do?"

"Yeah." He tried not to sound bitter, but he found it seeping through anyway, a harshness weighing down on his inflection. "You and 'Samu are goin' out, right? Figured that out for m'self a while ago, darlin'. Ya don't gotta tell me."

"Wha-" You stared at him in bewilderment as the pieces click into place, and you realized what he'd been thinking all this time. You couldn't help it, and burst out into laughter, bringing a hand up to cover your mouth.

"What's so funny?" he asked, puffing his chest out slightly and crossing his arms. He'd spent so much effort trying his best not to lose his shit over the idea of you in love with Osamu, the least you could do was not laugh in his face.

"Atsumu, I am not dating your brother. In any way. I've never even thought about it. I asked you to talk because, well..."

"Oh. Oh m' God." And finally he got it.

"I really like you, y'know? And I was wondering if you'd want to go out sometime? Like, on a date? Osamu actually helped me make all the plans." You were far less nervous now, in part because of Atsumu's misunderstanding, but mostly because of the huge, goofy smile that spread across his face.

"So... I'm guessing you're on board?"

"Oh, sweetheart, you've got no idea," he chuckles, pulling you into a tight hug and kissing the top of your head. "Ya scared the hell outta me, y'know."

𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔

✰ Osamu's feelings for you snuck up on him.

✰ He'd always been drawn to you, but he didn't think it was any different than anyone else. You were a cool person, and he liked that you saw him for him, and not as part of a matched set.

✰ He loves his brother, but can he be blamed for wanting some things to himself?

✰ He's not annoyed per-se when you start getting close with Atsumu—what he feels isn't harsh. It's more like a balloon deflating through a tiny outlet as he feels his importance to you slowly being overtaken by your friendship with Atsumu.

✰ He can't figure out why it bothers him so damn much when he sees you joking around with his twin, or even just cheering for him at matches.

✰ He doesn't place the feeling as jealousy until he's stuck at home, flicking through channels on TV until he lands on some crappy romance movie. He watches the two main characters play off of each other, and he can't help but realize that one of the leads reminds him of you.

✰ And then he pictures Atsumu across from you, and that awful feeling comes back to him, burning a hole in his chest.

✰ Strangely, it's not so bad once he knows what it is that he's feeling, because at least he can start to deal with it.

✰ Nonetheless, he's a little worried about you. Osamu can read his brother pretty well—well enough to know whether or not he has feelings for someone. Honestly, he'd never thought that Tsumu seemed interested in you.

✰ Valentine's day was tomorrow and Samu had been unfortunate enough to overhear a conversation between you and a friend.

"You're going to bring him chocolates?" Yua whispered to you, her eyes shining.

"Mhm! I think he'll really like them too! I'm gonna go home tonight and work on decorations for the box." You had no idea Osamu was listening, and if you did, you would have probably died on the spot.

"I think he'll say yes," she replied thoughtfully. "Some of the girls have been upset lately; they say that Miya-san really likes you."

Osamu wished in that moment that the earth beneath his feet would open up and swallow him whole. Had he been wrong? Did Atsumu feel the same way that you did? And worse, had a selfish part of him been hoping that you'd be rejected?

His jaw tightened and he turned away, careful not to draw your attention as he slipped off in the other direction.

He considered faking a cold the next day, but that was childish, wasn't it? He dragged himself out of bed and got to school, dreading lunch period, when he knew everything would finally come crashing down around him.

The bell rang for lunch, and he packed his things quickly, not wanting to be there to watch you confess to his brother.

Imagine his surprise when he felt a tug on his sleeve just as he reached the doorway, and turned to see you standing there in front of him.

"'Samu? Could we go somewhere a little more private?" you asked, tensing up slightly the way that you always did when you were nervous.

"Er... Yeah."

What? This wasn't at all what he'd thought would happen, and his head was swimming as he followed you to the library, staring at the brown paper bag that you clutched to your chest.

You ended up behind one of the taller shelves in the back, and Osamu's hands were twitching in his pockets as he stared down at you.

Time was moving agonizingly slowly as you opened the paper bag and withdrew a brightly colored, heart-shaped box.

OSAMU was written across the front in careful lettering, and the world stopped around him.

"Samu, I-"

"I'm in love with you," he breathed out, hands moving from his pockets as he stepped forward to place his hands on the sides of your face, closing the distance between the two of you in one fell swoop.

Before you could answer, his lips were on yours, and your heart was bursting.

He was grinning when he pulled away, eyes gleaming with adoration as he took in your smile.

"I love you too, you big dork. I... was not expecting this to go so smoothly," you admitted, reaching up a hand to brush back a lock of his hair.

He's beaming when he says, "Honey, you've got no clue just how long Ah've been wantin' to do that."