#i can hardly say to my family and friend's faces that they're shit at this and it hurts my feelings haha

[sinbrook]

This sounds stupid and ungrateful, but I don’t really care. People who are “bad gift givers” are people who don’t listen or care. There’s no such thing as someone inherently “bad” at giving presents, just lazy thoughtless people who don’t give a crap about the people around them enough to listen to them when they talk. I am super easy to buy Christmas gifts for because I’m autistic, I got those Special Interests on the go, literally just buy me something to do with that and I’m golden.

Like if I talk about Pokemon non-stop every time you see me, then the obvious thing to do is to just fucking buy literally anything with a Pokemon logo on it, that shit is everywhere.

I collect things! I have collections of Pokemon cards! I collect DnD figurines! I collect pins! Collectors are the easiest people in the world to buy for because you know what they always want!

...if you listen. Or pay attention to them at all.

But everyone insists I’m “hard to buy for” and wants me to outline what they should buy me, when literally anything to do with my interest is fine. But they wouldn’t know that because the instant I open my mouth, it’s like the light dies in their eyes and their soul floats away to some unknown place and everything I say just floats through their now-empty head, unheard and unlistened to.

I’m sick of either knowing what everything under the tree is because I sent the person a link on where to buy it, or getting disappointing things I don’t want. Meanwhile my grandma mentioned off-hand a book she had when she was young, loved to read, and lost during a house move, so I got it for her for Christmas. My mum pinned an illustration from a book she had as a child on her pinterest with a little paragraph about how this was her favourite picture as a child and she used to get the book out just to stare at it, and I found a print of the illustration that the original artist’s family was selling and framed it for her for Christmas.

My mum’s boyfriend likes camping and complained that his socks always get sweaty so I got him these special breathable hiking socks.

Why do I bother going to all this trouble to make sure the gift is something the person wants, when my presents include cheap perfume sets (I have a scent allergy), nail kits (I bite my nails as a nervous thing and don’t have any to file down), and an empty box to store cards from a card game I do not play? Bro just give me nothing haha. Then at least I won’t feel the need to go to the trouble of getting a thoughtful gift, and get disappointed once again.

Next year everyone is getting a kmart bath bomb $5 gift box. Fuck it. I’ve got three of those with my name on them under the tree right now. So they clearly love that shit.

[chrisbesitos]

younger reader having parent issues :( so whenever Chris snaps at her it reminds her of when she was younger and her dad yelled at her

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( warnings: family issues, argument, angst with fluff at the end.

( synopsis: y/n never had a healthy family and this still affect her.

Y/N parents wasn't the best ones. She had a great childhood, playing outside with her friends, a lot of dolls and colorful toys, but still missing something. Doesn't matter what she said or did, it never was enough for them. Never was enough for them to stop screaming, everything fucking night she could hear from her room. Y/N just cried, hugging her favorite plushie against her chest under the blankets, at least when they were screaming with each other, they didn't scream at her.

Growing up dealing with that shit wasn't easy, but she learned how to survive. Cry in silence in the middle of the night, walk around on tiptoe to not disturb her dad, she also learned who's coming by the sound of the steps. This is not living, but there's nowhere to run, nowhere to go.

Until she met Chris, her lovely boyfriend. Her parents didn't like him, they always said he'll end up cheating on her or breaking up, because she's younger than him. At first, Y/N didn't tell anything about her relationship with her parents to Chris, but he started to ask when he realized she always looks upset when they talk about their families. He and his brothers have a great and supportive family, Y/N feel a little jealousy of them.

She said what's going on in the night she asked Chris if she could spend the night, because her parents were mad at her and she couldn't deal with the screams anymore. Chris was supportive, he cleaned her tears and held her until stop crying. Y/N was nineteen, she could move out, Chris said she could stay with him. At first, she denied, because she didn't want to disturb them, but Y/N ended up accepting, at least for a while until she find a place for her.

Chris promised he'll never scream at her, but he didn't keep his promise.

"So you're gonna keep ignoring me?" Y/N said following Chris until their room, Chris wasn't answering her since they got in the car after leaving a dinner with his friends. "Can you fucking answer me?"

"What do you want me to say?" Chris groans, he turned to Y/N with his arms crossed against the chest and the eyebrows frowned.

"What do i want you to say? You're fucking ignoring me since we left, what's wrong with you?" She stamped her foot on the ground, Chris laughed sarcastically. He sat on the couch, shaking his head. "Damn, stop being so childish!"

"I'm being childish? You're the one who is stamping your feet, because I'm not doing what you want."

"What are you talking about, Chris?!" She said, passing her hands through the hair nervously.

"You don't give me five minutes, because I always have to be around you or you fucking cry about." He said, almost screaming. He groaned when she frowned her eyebrows, trying to understand. "Don't play dumb, Y/N. You can be alone for fucking five minutes, you can't act normal around people? You need to keep grabbing my hands and shit."

"I'm sorry if I don't know how to talk with your friends, they fucking older than me." Y/N crossed her arms, stepping back and hardly holding her tears. She doesn't like arguments, Chris knows this, but he's too angry to think straight.

"There we go again, you and your fucking "oh, chris, they're older than me"" He lifted up from the couch, stepping in Y/N's direction. "You're such a cry baby." He screamed in your face, then he realized he took too far.

Her eyes are filled with tears, hugging her own body. Y/N feel like she was a kid once again, small and defenceless. He took too far, he promised he'll never scream at her, because that's what her father used to do and he screamed. Chris felt so. . . So idiot.

"You think I'm a cry baby?" She asked, her voice cracked and this broke Chris' heart. He wasn't an idiot, he was an asshole. What type of boyfriend is he making his girl cry? Chris shook his head, closing his eyes fighting against his tears. He tried to reach for her hands, but she didn't let he hold them.

"I shouldn't have screamed with you, doll. I'm so sorry." He said, his voice was stuck on his throat. Y/N shook her head, more tears were falling from her pretty eyes. He felt like shit for being horrible with his girlfriend, she didn't deserve this.

She didn't deserve him.

"Do you think I'm a cry baby?" She asked again, Chris shook his head approaching her. Y/N took a shaky breath, trying to calm herself down. "So why you call me this?"

"I wasn't thinking, I was so blind being selfish that I didn't think, but I don't think you are." Chris said, embracing her shoulders and moving her towards the couch. Y/N sat down and Chris kneeled down on the floor in front of her, he held her hands. "I'm really sorry, doll. I didn't mean to treat you like this. I was acting like a–"

"Asshole." She said, sniffing.

"Asshole, yes." He said, Chris kissed the back of her hands. "I don't think you're a cry baby, neither childish. I disrespect you and I see this now, you're just trying to fit in and I didn't help you, I'm sorry, doll."

"You hurt me with your words, Chris. And you know I don't like screams, you upset me." Y/N said, she use her fingers to clean the tears on Chris' cheeks. "You promised me, Chris."

"I know, doll, and I'm really sorry. I'll never do that again."

"I'm sorry if I was annoying today, I just didn't know how to fit." She said, looking at Chris with her glassy eyes. He lifted the floor and sat by her side, he pulled her to his lap and kissed her forehead.

"I'm the one who needs to apologize, not you." Chris hugged her shoulders, Y/N rested her head on the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent. "I don't know how to fix this, I'm really sorry, Y/N."

"Don't call me Y/N, I'm your doll." Y/N lips leaned in a smile, she lifted her head and looked at Chris. "Never do that again with me, I'm not kidding." She pointed at him and Chris nodded quickly.

"Never again, doll." He smiled, Y/N hugged his neck and Chris caressed her back, giving little kisses on her hair. "I love you, babydoll. Much more than you can think."

"I love you, baby." She whispered. "Now, I know how you can fix this." She gave him a perv smile, Chris laughed caring her to the bed.

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[peachhcs]

how it all began -> podcast episode

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)

a small podcast snippet where samy and will talk about how they got together

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here are the small draft blurbs i wrote way back when i started this series that i told y’all i would share. i have a lot of them, so i’ll post them periodically :) this is from where i imagined will and samy talking about each other on podcast episodes they've invited to

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"alright, so give me all the juicy details. how did this next step in your relationship come to be?" samy laughed mostly to herself as she fidgeted with the ends of her shirt.

"i mean..i feel like will and i are like..the exact of every best friends to lover trope right now..like i feel like we fit all the stereotypes," the brunette began making the interviewer laugh.

"i don't know..i mean something in our brains just flipped. we only ever saw each other as like..siblings. like we had a brother and sister relationship with one another, but the more i think about it, the more i think it might've just been us suppressing those feelings and playing it off as a family dynamic instead," the girl giggled.

"were your close friends and family ever like..why the hell aren't they together?"

"looking back on it, there was one night when i was like..sixteen maybe? will had just moved to michigan for his development program and he hung out at our house with some of his friends and like..we all had a great time. we just talked and caught up and i got to know his teammates, but after, when they left, my mom..she had this look on her face. i didn't know what look it was at the time and so i was like why are you looking at me like that? she didn't say anything, but she just smiled and shook her head and now, i'm pretty sure it was her seeing the connection will and i had that we didn't even know we had yet," samy explained.

"i feel like there's such a beautiful thing about that though. it's like you guys weren't even trying to be in a relationship, but everyone around you two knew how special of a connection you two have and they were just like..oh yeah they're definitely gonna be together one day," the interviewer nodded.

"i know. i know. it is beautiful because we weren't even really looking for a relationship and..one thing led to another. i always see those posts that say relationships come from the most unexpected person in the most unexpected time," samy smiled.

"i mean you can tell us whatever you want, you don't have to say anything, but if you want, can you talk about like how it happened and what changed?"

"it was this past summer..will was finishing up his dev program and he was like in a different place every weekend so we hardly got to see one another, but he still texted me and called me whenever he could to talk about his game like we always did, so that wasn't unusual..but like i don't know..there was this thought in the back of my head like..i don't even know how to explain it, but it was like i got this feeling in my chest every time will texted or called me and i started realizing that he didn't do this with everyone. really only like me and his sisters. anyways, the draft rolled around and obviously i was gonna be there. my family sat with his family and we were all dressed to the nines. will was locked in, nervous about his pick, all of that. it wasn't until after where we just found ourselves just with each other in the arena and like..we looked at each other and i think that's just when we knew something was changing between us."

"you both felt that change right in that moment?"

"i mean yeah. he looked at me like..a little too long and i was like..oh shit, this is..this is a way different feeling than i'm used to. it wasn't until his draft party in boston when everything sort of..like came out. i can't give too many details, but we ended up talking that night and like..the rest just went from there," the girl laughed a little.

"and i mean, you two have the same collegiate number absolutely coincidentally."

"yeah, i think that was our final tipping point when we found out we got the same number. it was like the universe telling us, okay yeah, you guys definitely belong together," the brunette grinned.

"so is it hard being long distance and like finding out all of this stuff right as you leave for college?"

"yeah, a bit. it was kind of like a punch in the face. we get something good, but it doesn't last for long because will's now states away in boston and i'm still in michigan, but we're making it work. we call everyday and we text everyday. it's also easy because we know how one another works, so we like skipped all the awkward parts of getting to know one another and figuring out each other's quirks because we already know it."

"i think that definitely makes things easier like you said. you don't have to spend time in the awkward stage because you guys already had that growing up."

"yeah, exactly, but yeah, it's been fun opening this side of one another and delving into it more. he's always been there for me and i mean it's like we danced around one another until the time was finally right for our lives to mix together in that way."

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"so i don't know if you've seen the clips of sam talking about your relationship or not?" will smiled a bit, nodding to say he has seen it.

"i have and i mean everything she said was pretty spot on and i probably couldn't have said it better myself," the blonde chuckled.

"i don't wanna exhaust the subject too much, but i'd love to sort of hear your take on about the change and sort of realization about your relationship with her."

"yeah, just this past summer was when things just changed for us. she was at the draft in nashville with all of us and just like..it was really special having all of my close friends and family there watching me take on another big milestone in my life. samy's always been there for me, so having her there was really great. i think she said after i got picked we ended up in the arena with just us and we were talking briefly and like..yeah it just changed for us in that moment. i realized how lucky i was to have her there and that she took time out of her busy schedule to be there and support me and i was just thinking how no one else would do that for me but her," will said, his smile still painting his features.

"did you like ever have any past feelings for her in that way that you pushed away thinking it'd never be like that?"

"i think maybe when we were like..12 or something. it was like..peak puberty years so i had this thought in the back of my mind like..what if samy and i ended up as something more, but she never seemed into that ever. we were like siblings, so i kind of just let the idea go knowing we wouldn't ever be like that until it started just resurfacing this past year with her."

"i think i asked sam this, but were your close friends or family ever like..why the hell aren't they together?"

"well definitely my teammates knew way before i did. the first time they met her and hung around us and we went back to our places they looked at me and they were like: are you sure you've never thought about her in that way before? so they even knew before i had an idea. my mom at times was definitely suspicious and surprised that we never got together because i think she was secretly rooting we would at some point," the hockey player laughed.

"moms and friends always know. always trust what they say," the interviewer also laughed.

"i know, i should've listened to them more. even at sixteen where samy and i still saw each other as siblings they were skeptical. especially ryan. he was giving us eyes and anytime we hung out with her he was giving me these looks like you're for real right now? you have zero feelings for her? and i mean i thought our interactions were normal and i guess i brushed off a lot of them that looked flirty or came off that way and samy did too so that's probably why it took us so long to catch on."

"even though you guys are long distance right now, how are you two working through that while taking on this new territory of your relationship?"

"well, it's definitely easier because we know one another so well. it helps that we didn't have an awkward stage because we kind of already went through that when we were kids. plus, samy just makes it easy. we're very alike so we know why we are the way we are. she's always been there for me and i've always been there for her. we're constantly supporting one another and we call everyday just like talking about our days or games if we have them. if we can't call, we send like 10 voice messages explains our days. it's just easy because we know each other so well, so nothing has to be misread or miscommunicated because we already know. it definitely sucks we're not together like we were for two years, but it just makes seeing one another that more special when it comes around."

"that's really special. your relationship has always been really special to the fans who've been following you two for while now, so i know they love seeing you guys finally together. i'm sure they knew way before you guys did too," will and the interviewer shared a laugh.

"i'm sure they did. samy and i aren't the best at picking up clues like that," will chuckled.

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user1 OH MY GOD I CANT??? THEYRE BOTH SO ADORABLE AWWW

user2 IGE BEEN WAITING FIR THIS ONE!!!! i knew i knew i knew they'd finally end up together

user3 the best friends to lovers pipeline is so incredibly real

user4 WILL'S FRIENDS KNOWING BEFORE HE DID!!! god they must've been so painfully obvious back then to everyone but themselves

user5 golden retriever and golden retriever fr

user6 stop i love these two sm they truly did grow up together and seeing them try out a relationship is so cute i hope they work out!!!

user7 MY roman empire

user8 oh they're in love love

user9 them calling everyday is so cute oh my god

user10 THEM HAVING THE SAME NUMBERS UNPLANNED IS LITERALLY FATE AND DESTINY

user11 samy hughes and will smith make so much sense in my head

user12 THE WAY HE CALLS HER SAMY IS SO CUTE

user13 we need them in an interview together next!!!

user14 samy saying how will looked at her for a little too long and she just knew is so fucking real on god like i get you girl so bad if will looked at me the way he looks at her i'd fold immediately

user15 i love that they're so willing to share this with us bc we basically grew up with them too

user16 i'm actually obsessed with them

user17 THEYVE BEEN SOFT LAUNCHING EACH OTHER THUS ENTIRE TIME??!

user18 im definitely betting it was some sort of like drunk confession at will's draft party because samy said she couldn't get into the details meaning she couldn't tell the interviewer they were underage drinking GOD i love them sm

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WT #5: "It's Broken"

Summary: Spy AU. r/AITA post from a throwaway account asking if they're the asshole for accidentally torturing their best friend.

WC: 1363

Am I the asshole for torturing my best friend, despite him not knowing it was me? [UPDATED] + Poll

Throwaway account for obvious reasons. 

So I work for a… company with enemies. Lots of enemies. And my job is to make sure those who come prying, don’t get off easy when they get a little too nosey. Seven of these enemies come in the form of branded assassins, and they’ve been on our asses for a while. I won’t use their name as I don’t want any hate/harassment to go towards them, but If you didn’t know, they’re the UK’s legion of puppies - legal assassins and infiltrators who are conditioned to think they’re doing good, but truthfully they’re just nuisances. Like, really annoying. Why can’t we be chased by the French ones? They’d put up a much better fight…

Ugh. Anyway, the pups got in the way of several shipments that stopped the boys getting paid, they nearly got my brother arrested and they killed a dozen higher-ups - you wanna know how hard they are to replace? They do all this for clout and money; bigger enemies pay the small enemies to try and take us out, and for what? We’re a family business, for christ's sake! All we do is move shit around and own a few stores, what’s so threatening about that? Nothing I’ll say! I’m just trying to put food on the table and these assholes are trying to stop that. Not all of us belong to institutions who feed us cucumber sandwiches and lobster at the drop of a hat. 

He’s probably there right now, swaddled in a private hospital with a team of doctors putting him back together. 

I’m not looking for sympathy, but I guess I hate them so much because one of them killed my dad. I was a wreck! 

So yeah, I fucking hate them. They took everything and continue to take - my brother had to step in and take over dads role and it hasn’t been easy for him! For any of us! And those bastards got away with a pat on the back and a warm bed while we had to relocate a warehouse for the millionth time. My dad was just sitting in his office holding his gun as he usually does - so what if it happened to be pointing in the direction of the pup? Those  guys are so insecure they see anything as a threat. ‘Shoot on sight’. Hah. That mentality will get them killed if they weren’t so damn hard to catch. 

But imagine the satisfaction when we finally managed to get our hands on one - a live one. The small one with the blonde hair, is probably about 5 '5 and built like a stick insect. (I’m practically six foot, well-built and can bench about 200lbs) 

They’d gotten sloppy - too egotistical. Their mums had probably told them they’re the best in the world and they ran with it. We cornered the rat in one of our warehouses, and he relented when he realized he wasn’t enough to beat over a dozen armed men when all he had on him was knives. What, is he just old enough to graduate from safety scissors? No guns? Fucking amateur. 

He didn’t go down without a fight, and it was quite a show, too. Bastard managed to nick my arm, but my brother managed to crack the back of his head with a pipe and he was out cold… Well, we assumed so anyway because of those damn masks -  If you hadn’t been living under a rock, then you’d know the pups have these masks practically glued to their face. They all have their own ‘looks’, the blonde one’s is molded into a frown with those soulless, black eyes. The reason we didn’t take it off there and then is because��� well, last time someone did, everyone in the room went missing, and I don’t know about you guys but I’m quite comfortable here. We play a very dangerous game - luckily I’m always one step ahead. 

I’ve had six years to think about this - to wonder what It would be like to get one of them. My brother called me crazy, but I could hardly wait as they took his headpiece and tracker from his uniform. Look, I know it wasn’t the short one that killed my dad but he was close enough, but who wouldn't want to enact revenge on the closest thing to their fathers killer? Granted it wasn’t the short one that killed my dad, but it was close enough to send a message and I only had forty minutes before the fanfare arrived. So that gave me about thirty minutes to do whatever I wanted… 

I wasted no time in getting my hands dirty. Just seeing his stupid mask made me feel all kinds of stuff, but mostly rage at what one of his teammates had done to my life. I saw red. 

So I cut every limb deep enough to see bone. I broke several fingers, his leg, and carved him a new six pack after I’d rearranged his ribs. I ripped his clothes enough to see the pale flesh they hide beneath layers of tactical gear. I took his gloves so I could at least have a trophy - a reminder of the time I beat up a ‘Sin. 

I almost feel guilty for loving it, but I hated how he made no noise. He was conscious, I knew this because of the heavy breathing but he didn’t say a single word. Not one. Not even a whimper.

So I hit harder. And I kept on hitting until my knuckles bled because the smug bastard didn’t deserve it. He didn’t deserve to be silent, but I’m also not sure he deserved the beating. I know, what a plot twist. 

I guess I should explain the title now, because how do I know I just tortured my best friend? Well. I think I did. Because only one person I know has a very specific scar between his pointer and thumb - right in the fleshy part. It stretches across his palm as well as down the back of his hand towards the wrist. It’s barely visible now, but I’ve known him for years, so even beneath all the blood I can still trace the faint line. I’m so used to seeing his hands and the scar… and that mop of blond hair that I know it had to be him. He’s also the only person I know that bites his nails down to the cuticles. 

I saw the scar when I raised the bar I was using above his hand - he’d been strapped to a chair, with his arms tied to the armrests. His fingers were broken for sure, but at the time I wasn’t done… the irrational anger I had had blinded me, but the sight of the scar swung me back to my senses. I paused for a solid minute, the pipe I was using poised above his hand. 

“It’s broken.” He finally rasped. 

And I stopped. 

I stopped. Like, I physically recoiled because despite the fact that he was hiding behind that stupid mask he actually spoke. I could put a voice to a body and for some reason I felt so sick I nearly threw up because it was so unmistakably him. 

So I dragged his body back to the spot and left him. I had time to spare but I couldn’t face it. If it was him, then he must have known it was me. I mean, I was wearing a pretty good disguise - a hoodie, sunglasses and bandanna - but I’m worried y’know, I don’t want this to affect our friendship going forward. 

I’m sitting in my car typing this and wondering AITA for torturing him? Because it was just to teach him a lesson but on the other hand… he’s my best friend and I genuinely didn't know? Like, I stopped right away! On the other hand, he is part of something that actively ruins the family business so I don't know. 

UPDATE: He does know it was me. 

I think we’re still friends.

[astramachina]

OC posting? On main?

I was gonna say "more likely than you think" as if that hasn't been 50% of my deal lately. Anyway, came across a cute picrew and wanted to show off some of the original characters from Driving Through Tunnels (With No Light at the End) now that we've been introduced to most of the auto shop team!

Ricky (top left)

Jenny (top right)

Roger (bottom left)

Dean (bottom right)

(listen I tried my best to deliver "late 90s" but there's only so many choices when it comes picrew)

Some character rambles under the cut!

Ricky Kronbach - the man, the myth, the legend. Hardly needs an introduction since he's our main guy. Ran into some trouble, stole a conspicuous purple car because of it, and because he could neither afford a new car or a paint job, he tried to proposition Roger in exchange for said paint job. Instead, Ricky got a crash course on how to fix cars, a decent job, and a somewhat stable life in his home state of Minnesota. As of 1998, he's the newest mechanic to join the team. He's a bit of a prodigy when it comes to technology, having gone to university (and then expelled for unsavory reasons) for computer engineering. How that managed to translate to an uncanny ability to fix anything remotely mechanical that he touches is beyond anyone's guess. Ricky's a bit of a sour apple, but no one can really blame him. He plays things close to the vest, and someone must be at least a LVL 50 friend in order to unlock his tragic past.

Jenny - the token girl mechanic at the auto shop, but none of the guys look down at her for it. She can and she will bench press an SUV with her scrawny little arms, and she will also crash people's place whenever they're feeling down with pizza and a six pack. A single child, she's lived a pretty sheltered life. Her parents wanted her to be either a lawyer or a doctor, but ever since she was 5 she would collect Hot Wheels alongside her impressive number of "career" Barbies. She signed up for one class during high school and it was over: there was nothing she wanted more than to work on cars. Jenny's a little put off by Ricky at first since the guy kind of materialized out of nowhere one day, but she soon realized how committed he was to learning the ropes. During his first year at the shop she tended to keep her distance, fraternizing only during Bowling Thursdays, but when weird stuff starts to happen and Ricky begins to grow agitated, she self-appoints herself as Ricky's BFF. Surprisingly, they click extremely well.

Roger - being a man of morals, he saw a desperate kid on the run fighting to survive and he gave him a wrench, the couch in the shop office, and a bite to eat. Jersey accent? Thick. Eyebrows? Thicker. A bit of a hardass at work, but a caring family man when it's time to close up his shop for the day. He's 5'2" and will not hesitate to throw down with someone a foot taller than him if they act stupid. Hardly ever smokes, but will pull out a cigarette when shit gets a little dicey. He's a pretty lenient boss when his mechanics are going through it, and he tends to keep it professional while on the lot, unwilling to overstep. But being older means he's world-weary, and seeing a face he remembers from the news haunting Ricky, a young man no older than his oldest son, he will try to keep tabs on him and make sure he's okay.

Dean - senior mechanic nearly a decade older than Ricky and loves to rub it in his face. So far the most tech-savviest of them all, and also the nerdiest. He's scatterbrained and a gossip, his improv game is off the charts (which makes him a hit at D&D tables), and will try to get beetles to unionize given the chance. His fashion sense is only rivaled by Jenny's, which usually leads to Roger griping at him that, yes, he has to wear his overalls when hitting the bays. Yes, Roger is well aware that he's not the one buying Dean's clothes but for the love of God, kid, think of how much you can save by not getting motor oil all over those fancy threads. Though he might hold his age over Ricky (and Ricky thinks that might just be because Dean sucks at bowling), and is a firm believer in having co-workers be co-workers and nothing more, Dean has and will extend an olive branch in the case where he is needed. In fact, he's lost at least one mobile phone because he lent it to Ricky prior to a mysterious excursion, but he's never asked questions. Dean's been around the block enough times to know when not to ask questions, and he knows when people need to stick together.

[sukunasun]

i think about your kendallroyfication of gojo at least once a week

*gazes longingly at the succession poster on my wall*

its impossible to compare two icons against one another but i will say gojo would cope better than kendall ever did. only he suffers a fate worse than not becoming ceo. (i would have wanted satoru to have it, his name is on the building people, it was literally named the GOJO deal. wake up.)

do you think he's ever stomped his tiny foot down exclaiming "i am the honoured one!" when his favourite double XL digimon t-shirt had been confiscated in exchange for yet another haori because he insists on wearing it to every formal event. who cares about a tea ceremony with the royal family, he needs everyone to know about his beloved agumon.

some corrections should be made, he doesn't actually drown himself in a fishbowl's worth of alcohol because he's not even a fan of it. not a single drop. pure dislike. gojo's infamous creator has unfortunately disclosed that information after i decided to turn him into an alcoholic slash drug addict slash rehab enthusiast. yes, he's been to a few. so we'll just have to believe he'd deal with the pain of privilege in other ways. makes you wonder how much of a bore satoru actually is when he doesn't drink, doesn't fuck, only takes drugs when he has a boo boo, and most probably spends that allocated funding for idk...parfaits and sanrio themed desserts. saccharine and colourful, unlike the kind geto likes which are reminiscent of red beans and taro.

there's a nice place somewhere in ginza they frequent. although 'nice place' is rather generous considering suguru calls it a "piece of shit chain with the best fucking ohagis in japan." satoru rolls his eyes because geto says the same thing about everything he tries. the novelty doesn't last very long before he gets bored. rice crackers, pain au chocolat, satoru's actual body and soul for like three years in college.

ugh, that's a can of worms he doesn't want to unleash on a depressing and grey rainy morning. he's got no time for this when he really needs to get suguru's opinion on what to do about bankruptcy. something about his father borrowing billions of dollars. whatever it's complicated and the asshole had never really cared for consequences. gojo doesn't need to remind the world of his father's iron fist and small ego. but he explains just enough of the situation to geto. in corporate jargon with an eerily uncharacteristic 'i'm in deep shit' tone. he's never been one to panic.

"so what do you think?" he rushes geto for an answer and to the untrained eye, geto seems like he's hardly listening because he's busy tsk-ing and rolling his eyes at the servers who are obviously ignoring his request for extra napkins. not that they're busy with the morning rush or anything. 'they just hate me because i'm pretty' yeah yeah, we know suguru. your face card is platinum and so are your graff rings. please. you're perfectly capable of getting your own napkins. (it's purpose is less to do with wiping the crumbs off his lips and more as a buffer between his oh-so-sensitive hands and this piping cup of tea. you want me to touch this cup? with my bare hands?preposterous. it's filthy!)

"what if we came in, took the whole thing off your family's hands," geto suggests like it were so simple and not at all a ploy to bring gojo's family to ruins. that's the thing with suguru. he doesn't know how or why he says these things so casually.

jokes aside, he genuinely wonders if his best friend even likes him. there's this awkward tension to prove they're more than just two guys who get coffee every week. maybe if he stared at him for a second or two longer, he'd give in and comfort satoru like no one else in the universe ever had or will be able to.

they leave with umbrellas in hand and coats that are so expensive it's the same price as a car. or a down payment on a house. not that they'd know. they don't pay for these things like normal people do. satoru doesn't have a thing for labels, too gaudy, too showy. it comes off as some stealth-wealth bullshit but the truth is he won't admit his mother buys his clothes for him and now, that task has fallen into suguru's authority.

this might be a good time to note that he's barely gotten a pastry for himself. and the news of his father's company has yet to hit the headlines. it's enough to drag him out of his thoughts and back to reality before he smirks and shoots geto a sweet little "yeah? go fuck yourself." turning his suggestion down.

suguru laughs cheerily and it's so beautiful the clouds part for a ray of sun to catch the droplets off the edge of canopy shielding geto's profile. "you know i'd never...i'm on your side, toru," he whispers so fondly. a soft, gentle pull of syllables masking something he knows geto is dying to add to that sentence.

right then, they reach the street crossing where they usually part. he wants to ask him for more advice, more options, something that'll stop him from staring down the glass panes of high-rise windows. "i'll figure something out," suguru assures him, leaning in close because they wouldn't want any spies to hear, and leaves a kiss on his lips tasting like tea and glutinous rice.

satoru's gonna be sick.

[marta-bee]

I've been ruminating (some would say obsessing) on that word I keep seeing used to describe the situation in Gaza. Genocide. Long post is long, so let's put this under a cut.

I know there's debate on some quarters on whether it's accurate; I'm not sure it is, but also think that question misses the point, because whatever else Gaza is, it's a humanitarian fuck-show. And it's caused, beside the obvious, by Israeli willingness to risk human life rather than tolerate a risk to their own security (which they're much better equipped to protect themselves from than the people of Gaza are), coupled with Israeli refusal to make lasting peace with their neighbor enabled by American military and cultural support. So yes, this one feels personal to me both as an American and someone with mixed Jewish-Christian heritage. People who claim to represent me are enabling said humanitarian fuck-show, which is nothing if not uncomfortable.

That said, every time I see that word it gets stuck in my craw a bit. Not because it's untrue but because mass human suffering caused by violence against an ethnic minority is hardly limited to Gaza, or to the present moment. So I'm questioning whether the Gaza situation is uniquely terrible. Not that it needs to be; I don't post about it much here because Tumblr is my refuge from the offline world, but I am doing quite a lot in RL to support Gaza, and to press my congressmen to take a stronger stance against Israel. I don't want to give the impression I'm not bothered or lukewarm just because I'm not vocal about it here.

But the fact that this suffering and violence isn't unique makes me really uncomfortable with that word because, let's face it, the language is intended to outrage people. I've been thinking about a phrase Fred Clarke (the blogger "Slacktivist" at Patheos, a moderate Baptist who often criticized Christian evangelicalism and fundamentalism) used to parody fundamentalist stances on abortion. "Satanic baby-killers" - it was how the fundamentalists supposedly described abortionists and pro-life folks; not sure if they really used it or if Clarke invented it to make his point. The point being, even if you believed this was accurate of what abortionists were doing, the real reason to use it was to make abortionists and fellow citizens who happened to be pro-life seem so other, so --well-- Satanic, that it was morally impossible not to support them. It was meant to radicalize their own side and dehumanize the other.

I'm not so worried about dehumanizing Israelis and Jews more generally. I mean, yes, that's a concern, but it's possible to criticize Israel without being anti-Semitic, and this word at least doesn't play into all those old tropes, at least not in a way I can see. I'm more worried about how it shapes the way we think about our fellow Americans. Because America isn't as overwhelmingly outraged by the Gaza crisis as Tumblr and other left-leaning social media would make you believe. A recent Pew Research poll (results published 3/21/24) found that 31% said their sympathies lie entirely or mostly with Israel, and another 26% said they were equally sympathetic toward both groups. There are reasons for this, not particularly valid ones today but historically I understand why so many Americans (particularly older ones and more conservative ones) are primed to support, but for the most part those reasons are outdated, something they need to be encouraged to reconsider and move on from. Accusing them of supporting a genocide only puts them on the defense.

(The short version, based on my personal conversations with family and neighbors: they think of Israel as a democracy in a sea of dictatorships and monarchies, no longer true; Israel is our ally so it's unpatriotic to criticize them, would take more space to deconstruct but if we can't criticize our friends when they do shit like this who can; and they see Israel as a necessary safeguard where Jews can go to escape discrimination, which is vaguely racist and surely a much less humane and effective approach than addressing the anti-Semitism where said Jews actually live. As I said, not valid reasons, but reasons nonetheless I'm trying to help them grow out of through our conversations. Which means they need to feel safe enough to consider they might actually be wrong.)

The bigger concern for me, though, is what this does to the people using that language. That's why I brought up that "Satanic baby-killers" phrase. Because it ratchets up the sense that your neighbors are moral monsters. It dehumanizes them, so you don't see people who are wrong because they haven't educated themselves or even because they have some valid reason to support Israel I'm not seeing (I'm human, I'm fallible, and I always want to hear new ideas I haven't considered because I want to grow). Instead, they see someone despicable, someone who's wholly other from people like them. It dehumanizes them. And, speaking as someone who grew up in the American South in the '80s and '90s, so yes, I did live through that Satanic baby-killer mind set if not the actual language: that shit will mess you up. I'd rather my current friends not have to go through that.

On the other hand: Gaza is still a humanitarian fuck-show. And evil still needs to be opposed. I know that, and I do that. Possibly I should just get over my hang-up over that word and focus on the things that matter more in terms of RL consequences. Still, it bothers me, and -- being me -- I needed to take the time to unpack why.

[forffax]

21, 26, 30-32, 39-43 for whichever ocs you want :D

THANK U CHASE!! gonna talk abt the Tos family bc they're always on my mind :]

(🦁: Lux, 🦗: Ferdinand, 🐏: Athanasius, 🐦: Zephyr, 🦙: Alan)

21. Why do they get up in the morning?

🦁: After reconciling with his family and reuniting with the love of his life, he's just genuinely happy to be alive :]

🦗: He spent a long time in a sort of stasis, and although conscious, he wouldn't consider that time as "living". Now that he's back, he wants to treasure his time and finds joy in doing the little, basic things that he couldn't before.

🐏: Better than lying around all day. She likes to be busy! She's also got a sometimes intensive lab job to get to, and she's the primary breadwinner for the household (sharing an apartment with Zeph)

🐦: Gotta get work done. Even if she doesn't want to. Also generally doing better... getting him up isn't as hard as it used to be.

🦙: Xe gets stir-crazy so easily sdfkhjsd. They like going to school, generally, now that it's Normal and not Bad. He likes helping her dads around the house and going out to meet with xer brother(s) and friends :]

26. What is their preferred mode of transportation?

🦁: He has a license but prefers to bike or walk most places.

🦗: Also has a license and a car but likes taking public transportation, when available!

🐏: She has a scooter for shorter trips and a motorcycle for longer ones :]

🐦: Don't put her behind the wheel of a vehicle he'll start crying. Usually bums a ride from her sister or his friend Clara :]

🦙: Has a cute little moped that he rides everywhere! She also carries a foldable cane for if they have to walk for any prolonged time.

30. Who do they most regret meeting?

🦁: His great aunt... the woman who took him away to Saluria.

🐏: She's had a few bad exes here and there, but she doesn't think about them much (or, at least, she tries not to)

🦙: The director of his old school. Xe was nothing more than an asset to him; raw metal ready to be shaped into a piercing blade.

31. Who are they the most glad to have met?

🦁: Ferdinand <3

🦗: Lux <3

🐏: Zephyr, Lux, and their dad, Jules :]

🐦: Athanasius and Clara :]

🦙: His dads and Alex + David!

32. Do they have a go-to story in conversation? Or a joke?

🦁: He doesn't have any specific story but sometimes he'll talk about the most insane shit that happened during the war and then not elaborate sdjkgfs.

🐏: "___-er? I hardly know 'er!" She thinks this is the funniest thing in the world.

39. How easy is it for them to ignore flaws in other people?

🦁: He doesn't ignore it per say, but doesn't speak up unless it's causing undue problems for multiple other people, not just himself.

🐏: She has a hard time ignoring people's flaws, big or small, which has caused conflict in the past. She can be blunt about pointing them out, but she doesn't mean to be cruel about it; in her mind, if the problem is spoken, it is easier to address.

🐦: She won't say it to your face but he WILL complain to Thana and her friends later. Non-confrontational, sometimes to a fault.

40. How sensitive are they to their own flaws?

🦁: ehe..

🦗: hm.

🐏: well,

🐦: erm.

🦙: Xe's normal actually.

41. How do they feel about children?

🦁: Never thought he'd be a dad (especially at his age), but considers himself incredibly blessed to be able to help raise Alan :]

🦗: Also never thought he would have kids, but always wanted to! Loves his kid and loved his time as a teacher.

🐏: Likes kids and loves her nephew but doesn't see herself ever having kids of her own.

🐦: Somewhat adverse to children, but more because she's just incredibly awkward and doesn't know how to interact.

🦙: <- is a child (but is generally kind towards younger kids)

42. How badly do they want to reach their end goal?

🦁: He went though hell to survive, to make it back home alive and to see his family one last time... Things have very drastically changed since then, but he'd do anything to keep his loved ones happy and safe.

🦗: <- Guy who spent over a decade building himself a new body because he refused to die.

🐏: She'd love to have a wife and a house and be retired but honestly she's just waiting to see where life takes her.

🐦: She's not in too much of a rush. He's learning to enjoy the process, especially as she's gotten older (and started transitioning).

🦙: Xe's not sure if he has an end goal other than "be happy" and "don't die until you're old).

43. If someone asked them to explain their sexuality, how would they do so?

🦁: Gay man (man in a loose sense, only a man insofar as he is attracted to men in a gay way).

🦗: Exclusively attracted to other men

🐏: Butch lesbian

🐦: Bi and aro, t4t

🦙: *shrugs*

[aquaburst3]

I saw a post where OP rambled about how they wished that there are more fics with the OB feeling guilty and Yuu not forgiving them. To be honest, I feel split about this...

On one hand, I totally agree. I think the OB should've suffered more consequences for their actions. While they all have a lot of trauma, that doesn't excuse what they did. A lot of them did some very fucked up things for them to just get a slap on the wrist and everyone immediately brushes it off like it's nothing. That's just not realistic and is straight up bad writing. (Hell, changing things around so that they are punished more and have an actual fallout is one of my goals in my own fix-it fics.)

On the other hand, I think they're over exaggerating the effect their actions would realistically have on the player. In a lot of the cases, the OB actions affect the characters around them and not Yuu. Yuu is a passive observer most of the time, acting as a camera lense to view the madness more than a fleshed out character. (Which is another huge issues in the game that I'm also trying to fix in my writing, but that's besides the point.)

The only times that I can recall where their actions directly affected the player are in Book 1 (when Riddle insult's the player's family), Book 3 (when Azul does the dorm shit), and Book 4 (Jamil taking the player hostage/yeeting them into the desert). The rest of the time they hurt the other characters more like when Leona almost Thanos Snaps Ruggie or Vil poisoning Neige. Book 1 Riddle gets a dose of instant karma when Ace punches him in the face after he does that, so that only leaves those other two times. Hell, Vil does apologize in Book 6 and tries to make it up to the player by sacrificing his share of money, which I think is a reasonable penitence for how he affected Yuu directly. And it's more than what I can say for a lot of the others. (Looking at you Leona and Jamil.) Though, I wish that Vil apologized to Deuce after he insulted him. While I understand he was emotional and spouting out some of his personal baggage, that was uncalled for.

I don't think Neige is an innocent snowflake like OP claims either. He's a lot like Kalim. He's kind and well meaning, but he's also selfish, inconsiderate and not exactly the brightest. He slapped a half assed terrible routine to a top tier music competition and put only his buddies on it, slamming the door on many others from that school with actual talent. Hell, Vil is the one who lines up with Snow White personality wise and not Neige, since he values hard work and genuinely wants to help out others become their best selves while Neige pulls...that. Does that make Vil poisoning him justified? God, no. Vil was way out of line. But, I can understand where Vil was coming from a little bit, even if him deciding to poison Neige was rushed and over the top. He felt like he was screwed over by Neige for years, and him doing that and being praised for it was the straw that broke the camel's back. Same goes for Jamil towards Kalim. The less I say about Rollo and how the game handled him, the better.

Over all, have some differing views, but I think we can both agree that the boy's should've suffered more consequences for their actions in general and that Ace is a good friend for standing up for Yuu so often after Book 1. Though, obviously, OP is entitled their own opinion.

Edit: Don't get it twisted. There are some legit reasons why Yuu might be traumatized or highly stressed out by at the very least from having multiple near death experiences to being forced to live in a rundown shithole. These should be examined more both in canon and in fics. What I am getting is that saying that Yuu would be a traumatized wreck from how the OB squad's actions affected them specifically seems like a stretch to me, since they hardly ever went after them specifically outside of a few instances out of the whole game so far.

[jumbleverse]

doing this because fun. gonna use a recent character I've been thinking about and making more lore for.

long uh, everything, so feel free to skip if you don't like reading a lot of words and stuff.

1: average. a bit standoffish but otherwise decent. probably a lot more tame and level-headed than she is now.

2: more of a protective mom friend.

3: soldier.

4: o boi that's a lot to write. um, writing from her perspective because it'll make it easier for me.

4i: family.

4ii: yes; I need to provide some entertainment for myself and my sister.

4iii: rehearsing is boring and takes up too much time.

4iv: training people and priming them just right so they're perfect for my sister. although, a small fight every few days wouldn't be too bad...

4v: I don't sing. I only sang once during karaoke with my family and got really embarrassed about it. never again...

4vi: oh please, this is too easy; I'll take body over mind any day. it is important for my job.

4vii: no.

4viii: I don't have partners. I have trainees.

4ix: my family. they're awesome.

4x: eh, I don't know. I was raised pretty well, so there's not much I'd change.

4xi: again, no partner. my life story isn't all that great anyways. all I really do anyways is [hi, me here. I'm not really comfortable putting what she does for work because reasons. I'm sure you can figure it out yourself though, so good luck].

4xii: more speed. faster movement means faster protection. I don't want anything happening to my family.

4xiii: if I protect my family. if I find out I couldn't save any one of them, I don't know what I would do with myself...

4xiv: I like to live in the present. it's where all the fun is happening! dreams are for dreamers — I'm a doer.

4xv: getting my job and making my family even bigger.

4xvi: I don't do friends; I do family.

4xvii: I'd have to say... growing up with my sister.

4xviii: drinking Wild's drink. ugh, that was a terrible taste...

4xix: I'd like to spend more time with my family. I'd also prepare my sister for when I'm gone so that she won't have to figure everything out herself.

4xx: friendship doesn't mean shit to me. you're either my family, or you're not.

4xxi: I love my family. there's hardly anything I wouldn't do to keep them safe.

4xxii: no partner.

4xxiii: I had a decent childhood. my parents kind of left when I became an adult, but we're still on good terms. we don't talk much anymore, but they're fine. my sister and coworkers, though, we're closer than anyone in the whole everywhere. you couldn't pry us apart no matter what you did!

4xxiv: my mom was pretty cool. she was nice and sweet. made the best cookies ever, too.

4xxv: ...not sure what this means...

4xvi: no. I'm not saying that.

4xxvii: no partner, no friends. just me and my family. and they already know enough about me to know who I am, so we're cool.

4xxviii: I'm getting tired of these "partner" questions...

4xxix: don't have a partner.

4xxx: I don't think I've ever cried.

4xxxi: I don't. have. a partner.

4xxxii: death. I don't joke about that. anyone who does has never felt it in their life.

4xxxiii: I guess... I'd regret not being able to spend more time with my family.

4xxxiv: I have a very special [hi, me again. redacting info because reasons] that one of my chosen family members game me a long time ago. I never saw her again, but it reminds me of her. somehow, I still hope that I'll see her again.

4xxxv: disturbing... hmm... well, there's ara, who would probably be the most emotionally disturbing, considering how nice and friendly she is. on the other side, there's kindred. she's probably the most powerful person I've worked with, so if I saw her dead, it'd be a gruesome sight... very disturbing. heh, she'd probably still have that wild look in her eyes and a smile on her face, if there'd be anything left of it.

4xxxvi: again, and for the last time, I don't have a partner. keep it up and I'll personally break your legs with mine.

(oh boy, so much writing. sorry about that).

5: she don't have trauma.

6: music: kinda. art: yes (but not the full scope). fashion: no. drinks: no.

7: she's more of a "I'll die if it means protecting my family 'till the end."

8: platonic love: 10 — she loves her coworkers/family. romantic love: 0 — she doesn't really do that sort of thing.

9: it'll be a really tough choice to let them go, but ultimately she'll do what she believes is best for her family.

10: her family (aka sister and coworkers she holds dear).

11: she doesn't do romance.

12: vaporwave, rock, and a little bit of heavy metal when she wants to de-stress.

13: scene: dangerous people break into her place of work and demand whatever (idk this story isn't about the robbers). she'd be the second one to attack the criminals (the first would be kindred, but that's a different character for a different time). her sister would join in soon after, and she and her sister would work together alongside kindred and other security personnel to help get rid of the criminals, using her enhanced legs to kick ass and break bodies with ease as she ferociously defends her home and her family. (I hope this is a good enough answer, otherwise I'd have to add another 500 words or something to detail everything she'd do before during and after).

14: she doesn't trust others easily. she's very weary and always assume there's ulterior motives behind every action.

15: anything's game.

16: black cat, easily.

17: she'd probably feel a bit worried and try to cheer me up (if she trusted me). ultimately she'd probably take me back to her "residence" and try to help me sort some stuff out.

18: survive: fantasy, dystopian, futuristic, medieval, forest. die: war (sacrificing to protect family), island.

19: parents are fine, but they don't talk anymore. she feels like this is the perfect gen to be born, because there's so much fun to be had.

20: that no harm would befall her family.

21: she hasn't really had a romantic kiss before, but if she did her entire world would be shaken to its core. butterflies in her stomach and wooziness and knees buckling and everything.

22: lots of training/prepping people to her liking, lots of time with her family at work, and maybe a little fight to help keep her stimulated.

23: if she fucks up, she'd sit with herself and marinate in her emotions and thoughts for a long time. if she doesn't sort it out herself, she'd go see either mythic or ara (some of her work family) to help her sort her emotions out.

How to get to know your characters better?

(feel free to add your own thoughts to this list, hope it helps!) req by @miricalebabyy44 <3

what will your character be like if they were in your shoes?

is your oc the mom friend or the dad or the childish one in their friendgroup ?

do those "poet, king, soldier" quiz for your oc. im being fr

do the "36 questions to fall in love" quiz as your oc.

ik your ocs trauma have an impact on their character, but how would they be like, if they hadn't gone through that experience?

does your oc have similar tastes as you do? (music, art, fashion, coffee/tea etctetc)

will they "i only live once so I'll do it for the plot." or will they "i only live once ffs, i don't wanna die." ?

what is your ocs opinion of love? how is/was their love life on a scale of 1-10?

will your oc let go of someone precious to them when they know they're putting them at danger?

around whom does your oc lets their guard down?

are they romantically constipated or a hopeless romantic?

what type of music does ur oc like?

write a lot about your oc if you're struggling to get to know them. find a drabble prompt, and write what they'd do.

do they trust others easily or do they get trusted by others easily?

what is something your oc will never talk to anyone about? (their answer can be deep, like some emo trauma or like smthng like back when they shit their pants or smthng yk)

do they give off golden retriever energy, or a black cat energy? (or both?)

what will THEIR opinion be on YOUR current life? will they be ur friend? will they trust you?

will your oc survive in a fantasy setting, a war setting, a dystopian setting, a futuristic setting, a medieval setting? will ur oc survive after getting stranded on an island, or a forest?

does your oc like their parents, do they like how their life is, do they feel like they're born in the right gen?

if they are ever to get one wish definitely granted, what would they wish for?

how did they react to their first kiss? (if they have had it by now lmao)

what's an ideal day for your oc?

lastly, who does your oc go to when they've fucked up?

[cricketwrangler]

Hahah alright so I just learned my (autistic) little brother was in some way physically hurt by his one-on-one. Barely know more than that because DCS and the school and everyone they've talked to were being super vague and downplaying everything.

My brother who's a teacher says DCS (was cps when I was a kid but I assume the same thing) hardly ever actually shows up. Says even when he told them a kid was being molested by a family member, because he couldn't say which one, they did nothing. Which tracks cause a friend being clearly abused by her dad back in highschool had cps called multiple times and they alerted her dad that they were told, but never actually showed up. (Now when I was in that situation and the therapists reporting BEGGED them not to tell my family or put me through that, their hands were tied I guess :/).

Anyway. My brother told my parents to ask dcs 1. Why they asked if Ian had had nausea/tiredness (my dad being a nurse knows that implies head injury) and 2. Why they actually came down. And they pretty much said they had to whenever something involved [vague and official terms for anything that could be considered physical harm].

My mom said someone ELSE asked something about if his LEG was ok. So there's definitely a lot more going on. What the school told my parents: he was at a corner desk with 1o1, kept pushing it away from him, and she kept pushing it back. Assuming he either thought it was a game, or he just wanted more space. Idk if it gave her too little room or if she was just bothered he was doing it when she didn't want him to. Supposedly she got up, grabbed the back of his swivel chair, and held him facing the wall???

So obviously that's bullshit. Only witnesses were the other 1o1 or paras (idrk the difference, pretty much people with no specialized training who are paid jack shit to stay with kids who have an IEP requiring it, and according to my brother, are pulled by the school when an emergency substitute teacher is needed). One of them that I know Ian likes cause he always talks about her, said that the woman said something like "I just wish I could hit him sometimes". And that she felt awful because apparently it wasn't the first time she said something like that about Ian, and she should have reported it before. Idk how much they can say though because they're employed by the school. Who obviously just want to cover their asses.

Anyway they just got the official dcs report in the mail and i told my mom to send me a pic of it. The best part of all of this is so far the suggestion from the doctor is to put him through ABA again :).

[narancias-headband]

Calling Bruno Dad on Accident

Expansion on this post.

@i-will-eat-your-spleen asked for this and they're correct that I should've written more.

(Organized from most to least likely to call him dad)

Idk where to put the readmore oop

Narancia

Calls Bruno dad regularly. Sometimes even calls him mom.

He really sees the gang as a little found family, maybe moreso than anyone else, and leans into it.

Even though he does it all the time, he still gets embarrassed when he accidentally calls his friend, and boss, dad.

The worst time, in his opinion, was the first time he messed up and actually called Bucciarati mom on accident.

Bruno had just finished patching Narancia up after one of his first few solo missions. He laid his hand over the last strip of bandages he'd applied, spiralling around Narancia's upper arm, and patted gently to get his attention. "There, all better, right?" Bruno asked with a small smile. His tone was sweet and smooth and reassuring. Narancia looked up at him with uncertain eyes, still worried that Bruno would be mad at having to play doctor for him. Bruno's bright, clear blue eyes shone happily, no hint of frustration, and his words only denoted concern for his confidante. "Let me know if you need anything else, okay?"

Narancia nodded and couldn't help but let a small smile cross his face at the kindness. A type of kindness he hadn't quite felt ever since... "Thanks, mom." It took a moment to realize what he'd said, but soon Narancia was nearly choking with embarrassment as he tried to backtrack. "I mean, um... Thanks, dad. Ugh... Shit.. No. No no no. Bucciarati. Thank you, Bucciarati, sir."

"Of course, Narancia," Bruno said, smiling pleasantly and trying with all his might to remain calm. He didn't want to further embarrass the already flustered Narancia, and tried to downplay his reaction, but he couldn't ignore the warmth spreading in his chest. His heart swelled with pride and affection, grateful that Narancia seemed so fond of him already.

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Trish

She's probably the least flustered of the group when it happens.

She will jokingly call him dad quite often actually. Even still, she does get a little bit embarrassed when it slips out on accident.

The first time Trish called Bucciarati dad was very shortly after he had put his own life on the line for hers. That day had replayed and replayed in her mind. She could hardly wrap her head around anything that was happening in her life anymore, and the feelings of anxiety and uncertaintly only grew whenever she'd try to sleep. There was only one thing she was certain of anymore: that Bruno Bucciarati made her feel safe.

Since she couldn't seem to fall asleep unless she felt safe, it was time to track him down. It wasn't difficult; he was always nearby her, ready at a moment's notice to protect her if need be. At the moment, he was perched on one of the couches inside of Coco Jumbo, deep in thought and mulling over possible next moves. When Trish approached, Bucciarati offered her a warm smile, knowing that his thinking face often came off very aggressive.

"Can I sit with you?" Trish asked softly, a little embarrassed.

"Of course," Bucciarati said. "Is something wrong?"

Trish sat on the seat next to him and shook her head. "Not really. Just tired." As if to exemplify her point, she was interrupted by a yawn. "I just wanted to sit with you."

Bruno reciprocated the yawn, unable to withstand the apparent contagion of the phenomenon, and nodded. "As you wish, but I think I may be trying to get some rest in a moment so my company may not be thrilling."

"That's alright," Trish said softly. Shortly, she began to relax. Bruno's presence took a weight off of her shoulders and soon she was fighting to stay awake. Unable to continue the battle, she slumped over, leaning into Bruno's shoulder. She mumbled a hushed, "Goodnight, dad," before drifting off to sleep.

Bruno's words caught in his mouth. He didn't know what to say. When he looked over at the peaceful figure asleep on his shoulder, he closed his lips and stayed quiet. Though he had been tired, ready succumb to sleep himself, he stayed awake. His mind turning and heart pounding, unable to stop the dopey smile that crossed his lips. He'd never felt so much like a dad, and he couldn't deny that he enjoyed the feeling.

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Fugo

He may be the one who sees Bucciarati most as a father figure.

He is also the most flustered when he accidentally refers to him as such. Maybe because he's the one who always seems to say it in front of everyone else.

Will gaslight you and say there's no way he called Bruno dad.

"Eat up, boys," Bucciarati said with a flourish over the huge plates of pasta the waiter had just set on their table. "You've all been doing so well on your missions, so, of course, it's all on me." He smiled brightly at his team that was seated around the table. A chorus of thank you's rang out.

"Thanks, dad," Fugo said nonchalantly, not yet processing his error. A smile crept across Bruno's face, but he covered it by shoving a forkful of pasta into his mouth, knowing just how embarrassed Fugo gets at such things. Narancia and Mista began to snicker between themselves, igniting Fugo's ire. "What the hell are you two laughing at?" he growled, just now realizing what he'd called Bruno.

"You called Bucciarati dad, dude," Mista said, backed up by a nodding and giggling Narancia.

Fugo's cheeks began to go red. "Um, no? Why would I do that?" he said, on the defensive. He began shoveling food into his mouth, hoping no one else noticed the bright red blush across his face.

"Come on, man, I do it all the time too. Don't worry about it so much," Narancia chimed in with a shrug.

"I'm not worried," Fugo said, his voice now scarily soft, "because that didn't happen." He felt his blush get even deeper, knowing that it was probably tinging the tips of his ears by now.

Narancia and Mista shrugged it off, continuing with their previous excited conversation, much to Abbacchio's dismay. Fugo finished his meal in a tense and embarrassed silence. Bucciarati couldn't help but focus on the warm, fuzzy feeling that surged through him every time he remembered what Fugo had called him.

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Giorno

He can't figure out why it happens. He's only had bad father experiences. Why does he feel compelled to address Bucciarati as such?

It's more confusing than embarrassing for him.

When it comes out he usually just pauses for a moment to 'reboot' his brain.

Another restless night. Giorno's mind rattled with logistical issues and other anxieties. He had to talk through the plan again with someone, anyone, just to clear his mind. Giorno submitted to this thought and went to see if anyone else was awake at this hour.

Hopefully, he poked his head into the room Bucciarati was in. If he had his pick of who to talk through this with, he'd choose Bruno above anyone else. He couldn't help but smile when he saw that Bruno was still up as well. Giorno gently rapped his knuckles against the door, catching Bruno's attention.

"Hey, dad, can we-" Giorno paused when he realized what he said, mouth hanging open just slightly. He furrowed his eyebrows and pinched his lips together in thought. Why in the world would he say that?

Bruno sat silently as well, watching Giorno expectantly, waiting for him to finish his statement. He was almost too tired to catch what Giorno had said. Almost. The gears in his head turned as well, catching up to what had just been said. A smile crossed his face as he spoke up, "Yes, Giorno?"

Giorno cleared his throat. "I was hoping we could run through the plan for tomorrow again. I have a couple worries." Bruno nodded and gestured for him to sit and talk.

It was a lucky break for Bucciarati that Giorno was able to assuage his own anxieties just by talking through plans, as his mind was still focused on how he had been addressed earlier. What had made Giorno say that?

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Mista

Mista calls Bucciarati dad only very rarely. It's only happened a few times, a number that's probably still in the single digits.

He goes silent for the rest of the day after it happens. He takes time to sort out his thoughts for once.

Gives Bucciarati a huge hug later in the day after realizing that he's just so thankful for what he's done. It spooks Bruno at first, but he quickly reciprocates.

"Ah, Mista, there you are," Bucciarati said, waving a greeting to the man he'd been looking for. "I'm sorry I missed your call, what did you need?"

Mista was a bit preoccupied and hardly thought before replying, "Oh, hey dad. I was just gonna-" The realization of his misspeak expunged all other information from his mind. What was he going to ask Bucciarati? "I was going to... I... I don't know," Mista's voice trailed off as he began to lose himself in his thoughts.

"That's quite alright," Bruno said with a polite smile. "Please let me know if you remember." Mista nodded at him, still looking confused and deep in thought. Bruno knew he needed a moment and let him be.

Throughout the day, Bucciarati noticed that Mista was uncharacteristically quiet. Just as he was about to find Mista and voice his concerns, Mista caught up with him.

In a flash, Mista pulled Bruno into a tight hug. At first, Bruno was surprised by the suddenness of the motion, but soon settled in and returned the favor.

"Thank you," Mista mumbled. It wasn't for anything in particular, but Bruno understood exactly what he meant. It was for nothing and it was for everything. He squeezed Mista a bit tighter for a moment before loosening his grip. It was still a moment before Mista felt ready to pull away, but Bruno didn't rush him.

After he pulled away, Mista thanked Bruno one more time before going back to his own business. The two never really talked about that moment; they didn't have to. For once, Mista felt entirely content in the message he'd conveyed in so few words.

~~~

Abbacchio

Technically speaking, has never accidentally called Bucciarati dad.

He was the only member who actually was an adult before joining, so he doesn't feel the same fatherly vibes from Bruno as everyone else.

Bruno has simply always treated him as an equal, which is so amazing to Abbacchio. He can't believe that Bruno picked him up at his worst and still treated him with respect.

So... He's never called Bucciarati dad before... But he did tell him he loved him once.

It was during one of his, unfortunately many, relapses into using alcohol as a crutch. Abbacchio hated himself for letting it get worse and worse, but in turn the stress made him fall even deeper. Now, here he sat on the bathroom floor, leaning up against the cold porcelain of the toilet and still nursing a bottle of wine. His face was smeared with the dark remnants of the bit of makeup that still clung to his face after a barrage of tears.

A knock at the door. "Go away," Abbacchio slurred, trying to sound like he hadn't been crying. His attempts failed and the words came out very much like a choked sob.

"I don't think I should," Bucciarati said softly, poking his head into the bathroom. Abbacchio covered his face and turned away, hoping his boss wouldn't have to see him like this. "May I sit with you?" Bucciarati asked, intending to do so regardless of the answer he was given and already seating himself on the floor facing Abbacchio.

"Do what you wanna do," Abbacchio mumbled. He took another big drink from the bottle in his hand, now trying to calm his nerves, fearing a punishment from his boss. Or worse... A disappointed talk. When the bottle left his lips, Bucciarati grabbed onto it and pulled it from Abbacchio's hand. The two sat in silence for a while, only interrupted by Abbacchio's infrequent sniffling.

It was Bruno who finally broke the silence. "You should come talk to me next time," he said softly, "I really do want to help."

"Right," Abbacchio said, his tone biting, "I'll come to you and you can scold me right away. I'm just a disappointment. I already know. I don't need you to tell me I'm a failure."

"Abbacchio, I'd never say that," Bruno said softly. He slid his foot forward to nudge Abbacchio's toes with his own. "You're not a failure, or a disappointment. You're just struggling and hurting and... And sick. You don't have to be magically better all at once." The words spilled out of Bruno's mouth with little thought, his concern drowning out his usual calculated nature. "You can get better over time. Little by little. You will get better, Abbacchio. You're strong and... And..." Bruno struggled for words, finding himself a little emotional, but he had said more than enough to resonate with Abbacchio.

"Bucciarati?" Abbacchio says, nearly a whisper, finally meeting the other man's gaze. "Thank you." He lets a small smile cross his lips. "And... And I think I... love you." As soon as the words left his mouth, his face contorted and he lunged toward the toilet bowl, the excess of alcohol forcibly leaving his system. Bruno had no time to process anything Abbacchio had said, but couldn't still his pounding heart as he leaned over to hold back the other man's hair.

Bruno didn't know if Abbacchio had meant it in a friendly sort of way or as something more, or if it was simply the booze talking, but he could never find the courage to ask for clarification.

Abbacchio claims he was much too drunk to remember anything from that night, but... Well... Only he knows if that's the truth.

[weebswrites]

Gremlin Mc is ME! Literally I am a tiny stupid gremlin but I'm cute so it's fine. Also may I say hello, I love your content and You🥰. But may I request gremlin Mc coming home with a duck or some type of bird. I want this because this is what I LIVE for. O have a chicken,KFC, Duck, Quaker Jacker, cow, Betsie, and pigs, Bacon and Pork chop.

The Demon Bros When You Bring Home a DUCK

A/N: my 200th post hehe. Also that's so cool that you have so many unique pets! I visited my family in California recently and they have seven ducks, it was super fun. I don't remember any of their names though except one is called Luna

(more gremlin mc content here)

Lucifer is perturbed. He just doesn't get why..? He'd get a cat, dog, or even a rodent. But a duck?? They live in parks and ponds, not the House of Lamentation for Diavolo's sake. Definitely gives you shit for it, but lovingly. Kinda. Over time he and your duck friend grow a weird bond and you often find the two of them spending good ol quality time together in his office. One day a small bed appears for le duk. Their bond is unspeakable and who are you to question it

When you show Mammon he gets super excited, matching your energy way better than you anticipated. Then he stops, after about two minutes, and asks why. You laugh, appreciating that his instinct was to match your energy. After explaining why getting a pet duck was the coolest thing you've ever done and will ever do, he gets it. Very much on board and is right by your side when you introduce them (gender neutral duck) to the family

Leviathan matches your energy, but gets it from the start. You walk into his room holding your new friend and whisper "Levi, look who I found", shit eating grin plastered across your face. He looks from you, to the duck, back to you. "What the fuck, MC". You burst into laughter and bring the duck to him, placing them in his lap. He looks the duck in the eyes, and instantly the two are best friends. I mean, this duck even quacks along with the intros to their favorite anime ops. When I say best friends, I mean best friends. They're hardly even your duck anymore

"Satan, come here" you whisper. He does, of course, and you lead him by intertwined hands to your room. You've completely renovated the balcony of your room to a duck sanctuary (shhh MC definitely canonically has a balcony I promise), complete with duck. He stands there for a few minutes, taking it all in, and then turns to you. "MC, I love you" he says. This was something so you to do, it made him fall even more for you. Simp! (can be interpreted platonic or romantic, readers choice)

Asmodeus' first concern is the mess. Also Lucifer finding out, but you reassured him that you and Lucifer were close enough friends that you'd get him on board. Or at least to tolerate it. Once he was sure you weren't going to get destroyed by Lucifer, he was So excited for you. From a distance. Fr tho he loved this for you and thought the duck was the cutest thing he'd ever seen (next to himself of course)

Beelzebub thought to himself how good duck tastes, but decided he probably shouldn't say that about your new pet. Instead, he smiled, wrapping an arm around you as the two of you watched them waddle around and inspect where they'd be living now. You discussed possible names, and your plans for making sure they got enough exercise during the day without getting ~attacked~ by a random demon

Belphegor thought it was a dream. When you showed him at first he was fresh out of a nap, and then went right back to bed once you showed him. But when he went to your room later and heard a series of quacks from behind the door, he realized you finally got the pet duck you'd been wanting for so long. The two of you low-key parent this duck together, like it's a child of your own. He checks to make sure they're getting enough exercise, fed enough, and more

[lokisprettygirl]

My dear, I'm sooo sorry, I wasn't able to write a proper comment for chapter 23. I was just able to reblog it and add some gifs🤗. Real life crossed my way painfully 🤪...and I'm still high on meds my doctor gave me 🤣🤣🤣 so please forgive me if I didn't get every detail or this comment is a bad one 🥲.

I was so happy that Loki and y/n talked to each other and confessed their love. I'm also glad for y/n that she could clear the things with Peter and that he told her what happend once when they were a couple. As I assumed he was also a victim of that piece of shit Katlyn and I feel sad for him too. It seems he loved y/n very much and he should've talked to her back then...but it's never easy to talk about such things even when you're just 17 years old...

The kiss between them...yes, a bit of both, reconciliation and remembering how good it felt back then when life was good. And also a clarification for y/n how much she is in love with Loki. It would be a nice turn of fate when Peter could become a friend now and an ally to push that shitty, disgusting family from the cliff with broken noses, skulls and everything.

I'm not sure if and how Loki is able to handle it, he's understandably still insecure but he heard with his own ears how y/n confessed her love for him, that he's loved by her and that she always will choose him, that she only wants HIM. She has to show it to him constantly and I'm sure she will.

I absolutely get her angst when Loki seems to ignore her...but they have to be careful, they have to play their roles. It was so caring of Loki to take y/n with him and shit-bitch Katlyn to the shopping trip and hair dresser...lmao Loki should've told Katlyn the hottest woman he has known had a shoven head 🤣🤣🤣🤣...bitch would've done it too just to get fucked by him. No you dirty piece of shit, he will NEVER EVER FUCK YOU !

I always adore the way how Loki and y/n talk to each other, face to face or in their adorable and sexy text messages 😏❤️‍🔥, I love them for being so open and telling no lies to each other. They're so pure and precious, it always warms my heart. It was so nice that Peter provided Loki and y/n time together by distracting Katlyn.

And oh my gosh...daddy kink, feeding kink, all that slowly endless teasing and y/n returning THE favour, shirtless Loki...that was so hotttt 🌶🌶❤️‍🔥😏❤️‍🔥🥵🥵, I didn't know how much I needed that...I'm dead now and I need a really cold shower...and I need definitely more of thisss hot stuff...🤤😏🥵

And it wouldn't be a perfect chapter of yours without a gorgeous cliffhanger....and I'm HERE FOR IT !!...and you know it 😏🤣

I refuse to believe that Peter has evil intentions...in one of your responses you said you wouldn't ruin another good and nice character (that's Steve's job🤣🤣🤣) so I sincerely hope he's going to offer Loki something good...his help, a hug whatever...

Can't wait for the next chapter, you keep me addicted and curious, my Queen and I love you so much 👑💖🥰💚🖤❤️

Dont worry about it my dear, you know I love your asks but I never want you to feel pressured at all. Sending all the loki healing powers your way 😍

Yes the thing between Peter and y/n is too sad but then you hardly understand life and love at 17. That being said Peter should have given her a chance to talk especially when her mom died he should have been there for her and maybe things would get clear but he fucked up big time there because he had Katlyn by his side who kept feeding him wrong information about y/n like imagine Katlyn crying to Peter about how y/n slept with her dad. That would make someone wary.

The kiss was an end to that pain she felt when he left, now she have closure and she can give all her heart to loki which he deserves the most. He needed assurance that she won't ditch him and she didn't.

Shirtless loki with his pants below his waist is imprinted in my head🥵🥵

Did I say that? 👀👀 We will see 😂

Thank you my queen, I love you too 🤗🤗💚💚❤️💚🖤😘

[theyscreamjade]

Can you do HCs of Shinsou, Amajiki, Bakugo; teen!Aizawa with a South African s/o who has people saying some annoying comments to her just bc she's from Africa. Like someone says that they're sorry that she struggled with poverty (girl is from a super wealthy family that can buy their family), or say some gibberish with clicks and asks her to translate (s/o can speak five languages: English, Zulu, Xhosa, Afrikaans, and Japanese; understand others. Xhosa has clicks). They ask her if she had...

Melanin Goddess

Hello my dear! I hope this makes your day or night! Thank you for requesting and have a great day! I changed the last one to one that even I had to explain to a friend of mine before who was another race. I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: Cursing

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* Let’s start off with one thing here, Hitoshi doesn’t like violence unless he has to use it. He doesn’t mind kicking ass for you.

* You may be independent and can defend for yourself and all, but there are times where he’d use his quirk for the stupidity that people ask you.

* You were just chilling, sitting with your boyfriend and enjoying your lovely lunch.

* Everything was fine and dandy until you heard a tray click onto the other side of the table, across from you.

* Your eyes looked at the figure above you, you didn’t know who she was so it didn’t bother you.

* “You’re from South Africa right?” She asked, looking at you. You cleared your throat and smiled. “Yes, I am.”

* The moment you responded with that. She squealed and sat down. “So! You must’ve had to hunt for food, right?! You’re like a warrior huh?” She asked.

* Hold the hell up? Did you...DID YOU?!

* Hunt?! HUNTING WHAT?! WHO THE FUCK DO I LOOK LIKE?! EEP FROM CROODS?!

* “No, I never had to do that.” You said, laughing awkwardly. “Really? I though you had to, that’s what I see in the movies.” She continued.

* “Well, Everything on the movies isn’t always correct.” Shinsou would butt in, his annoyance obvious in his voice .

* “I was jus-“

* “stand up..” he ordered, suddenly taking control of her.

* He hates how people are quick to judge based on what’s shown within the media of your country.

* Regardless of what others think of you or your country, you’re perfect in his eyes. You’re the best thing walking and there was nothing that could ever possibly change that.

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* Young Shouta is the same as he is now, just probably sleeping less than before.

* You, Present Mic, Shouta, Midnight and Shirakumo. The small group were laughing and giggling about random issues and topics going on within the world at the moment while walking home.

* The golden hour was glowing off your skin while Shouta held your hand, glancing every now and then to see your gorgeous smile.

* “I still can’t believe you’re from South Africa, I know it’s absolutely gorgeous!” Midnight commented while you two stepped into the train.

* “She’s not from Africa..” someone commented, catching the whole group off guard.

* “Excuse me?” You asked as a man looked over.

* “You can obviously tell she’s not African, they’re poor. She’s obviously an American.” He said as Present Mic’s face tightened a bit.

* “Yo, I’m not gonna al-“

* “He’s just a miserable idiot who doesn’t have anything else better to do then to listen to teenagers conversations, obsess over young girls and deal with his shitty life. I suggest you find something else to listen to old man, you wouldn’t know anything about what’s mine even if you had the chance.” Shouta said, leaving you and Midnight speechless.

* “OH! Here’s our stop!” Shirakumo quickly responded, happy to hear the train stop. The fluffy boy pushed his group out as quickly as he could to avoid the anger of the middle aged man.

* His grip on your hand stayed tight, he despised know-it-all’s. Especially the ones who claims that you’re not who you are.

* You’re Y/N, and regardless if your country is rich or not. He’ll always love you.

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* He hates how ignorant people can act and be with it comes to you.

* He seriously despises it within the highest degree, it makes him want to blast any asshole who THINKS about saying some dumbass shit to you.

* This included his friends or anyone to be exact.

* The Baku-squad was just chilling, relaxing at a restaurant. His arm was slung over your shoulders and you were close to him, looking absolutely adorable in Mina’s eyes.

* Denki was seeing a girl..who’s personality wasn’t necessarily up to par to put it in kind words. But in Bakugo’s term, She was a bitch.

* “I have a question.” She said suddenly, gathering everyone’s attention within the circle booth. “I notice you’re South African right, Y/N? (She said your name wrong.)”

* “Yeah, born and raised before moving here, what’s up?” You questioned.

* “You never really dress like a African, I noticed.” She said as Sero spat his drink back out.

* Kirishima’s eyes snapped wide before he looked towards Bakugo who’s glare was darted at her.

* “I just noticed that, and I-“

* “LET ME EDUCATE YOU ON SOME SHIT, BRITTANY!” Mina said as she slapped her hand on the table. “It’s pronounced Y/N. Say it right or don’t say it at all, Next. Just because she’s from Africa doesn’t mean she should dress like one. You’re from Jaku City but you dress like you’re from America with the absolute bullshit all over you. Third and last, I don’t like you. I don’t give a fuck if you’re Denki’s bitch, don’t ever talk shit to my girl like that ever again, clear?” She said, showing a different side to her that left everyone speechless.

* You smirked, knowing you’ve been teaching her to the secret dark-side that she hardly channels.

* Even though, Bakugo let Mina have this one. The next one we going to be his victim because he’s going to defend for you and your country. He loves that Melanin honey.

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* He’s a obvious shy, silent but deadly type. I love him as a character but I can’t fully relate to him like I would with others.

* Probably because I was once like him before I stopped giving a fuck, ANYWAY! Tamaki is a absolute shy sweetheart when it comes to you. He sees and knows the constant questions and random things you’re asked by younger peers or strangers when they find out that you’re South African.

* Just some people..kinda get the wrong ideas sometimes.

* So, You, Mirio, Tamaki and Nejire were heading to your next class, walking with one another while discussing the ideas for the upcoming festival.

* You were apart of the group who saved Eri, you and Mirio basically took care of her and she’s come to love you and Tamaki.

* You loved how adorably shy your dear boyfriend is and how cute he could be with you, especially when it’s just you and him.

* Suddenly, a other classmate appeared and held his phone to you. “Do you know him?” He asked suddenly, showing you a picture of you and Rock Lock, you were assisting him when you the picture was taken.

* “No, I d-“

* “OF COURSE SHE DOES! The know each other! All of them know each other.” His friend said from behind, stepping beside his friend.

* It’s the ignorance for me.

* You were about to say something with Tamaki’s hand touched yours, grabbing it suddenly. “J-J-Just ignore them, B-Bunny.” He whispered to you. He’s extremely humble and refuses to let you suit down to their level. Without saying a word, you walked forward with your boyfriend.

* Guilt suddenly rushed through his veins when he was pulled by you. “I-I didn’t defend for you, I-I-I’m sorry..” he apologized quickly before you smiled.

* “No, you did. You helped me from being suspended or being another racial stereotype, Tama. Thank you.” You reassured, facing him when you two arrived at the door.

* Your soft hands touched each of his cheeks and you pecked his nose, making blush cover his cheeks.

* He loves you more than he thought he could ever, he was afraid to love at first. Each day with you, just..makes his day better each and every time.

* Regardless of your skin, country or even your quirk. You’ll always be perfectly amazing in his eyes. He just has a hard time expressing it at the moment.

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

SCOTTISH WHISKY

Filip “Chibs” Telford x Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: NSFW, SMUT

Thanks to my lovely beta reader @chibsytelford ✨

Author comments: You know, another dirty dream. I hope you all enjoy. Gif isn't mine, credits to the author.

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“Do you know where is Oswald's warehouse?”

“Yes”.

“Bring the crane”.

That's enough information from Jax, before he hangs up the call. You don't ask. You only take the orders and you execute them. Zipping the jacket of Teller-Morrow and wearing the black sunglasses, you walk towards the big van to check for the direction in your phone. Following the navigator indications by some secondary roads, it takes you almost twenty minute to reach the property. For some reason, you don't get surprised when finding the motorbikes practically destroyed, the guys try to stand them up dragging them close to the crane.

Stepping out of it, you raise an eyebrow somewhat curious, pressing the button in the remote control to lift down the ramp. Their faces are torn between frustration and anger. Pursuing your lips, you look at the president rubbing his face with both hands.

“Who is that beautiful lady?” A strong irish accent makes you twist your neck slightly.

You didn't repair on the four unknown men presents there. You know Romero and Luis. You have seen them sometimes at the club. But not the others.

“I'm talking to you, lady”. The man says again.

Jax is looking at you pleading with his blue eyes to not reply. But that suited man seems like the problem there, and who gave you more work than you can handle having to fix their motorbikes. Or, at least, having to try it. The crew is behind you, knowing well that they're going to enjoy your protective and savage mood because of them. Jackson took you out of the streets. Jackson gave you a home, a family. Jackson saved your life without asking him to do it. No one fucks with him in your presence.

With a soft and falsely smile, you walk close to the irish. The president tries to stop you, by raising an arm on air. Holding his hand for an instant, you nod at him, letting him know that it's okay for you, before continuing your steps. Shorting the distance. Your hands travels to the lapels of his black jacket, seeing sideways how his men point at you, waiting for a false step to shoot you. But the irish one not even flinches, touring your body from top to bottom with his dirty orbs.

“If I would… want to drink a good whisky…” Your voice is melodious and sweet, putting on well the tie around his pale neck. “I would drink an old scottish aged in Jerez's barrels. Not a whisky mixed in the bathtub from a basement”.

You can hear the chuckles behind your back. Are you making a reference about Chibs? Maybe. That man drives you crazy. He's intelligent, has a good aim and his accent is insane for your mind. Even so, you're not into the irish game.

“Do you know I could cut your throat right now, and that your… friends couldn't do anything to avoid it?” He says slowly, dragging every word above his tongue.

“I'm just a mechanic, sir, who cares?”. Palming his chest, you pull your body some inches away. “But, you have already made a fool of yourself, don't you think make it twice it would be too much?”

Actually, you don't give a shit about him, nor about what he can do. He's not going to scare you. Turning over your sneakers on, you come back to Jax position.

“I'll see what can I save of the bikes, boss”.

“Thank you”. His smile is sincere, full of pride because of you.

“I know those magic hands can do miracles”. Tig says placing a hand on your shoulders while Happy is opening you the crane door.

“I appreciate the faith you have in me”. You joke on him, sitting on your seat. “See you at the club, guys”.

Chibs is looking at you, supporting his body against Jax, having a drag of a cigar. You know how much he loves his Harley, supervising every fix up you have had to do. Without no words, Happy close the door narrowing your hand, before drive out of Oswald's property.

“I think the girl has pretty clear what she wants, brother”. Jax palms Chibs back, earning Tig, Happy and Bobby's laughs.

“Scottish whisky”. Happy says with a singing voice.

“Now you don' have any doubts, man”. Bobby tease him, while the other chuckles.

“Lass!” A rough voice claims for your attention, giving you some chills and almost drowning with your own saliva.

Even if Jax smiled when you talked to the unknown irish, sounds like Chibs disagrees. Standing up from the floor, you turn at him hiding your tremble hands behind your back. He's walking towards you with firm steps and somewhat like an angry look. Facing you, he licks his incisors with a nod.

“Walk”. Pointing with a forefinger the clubhouse, you raise up your worries eyes to Jax. He's too serious too, and you're sure he's not going to say anything in you defense.

You obey. You fucked up what they gave you for a misplaced comment by your pretty mouth, which can't stand being closed. Moving your feet over the asphalt and your hands kept inside the pocket of your jacket, you follow the way into the empty club.

“Samcro meeting-room”. He just say, stopping his steps close to the main door. Again, you keep yourself in silence, nodding a little scared swallowing.

Probably they're going to kick you out from there and Chibs is in charge of letting you know because, maybe, he's european and has a direct connection with the irish. Resting your waist against the big wooden table with the grim reaper carved on, you wait impatiently moving a leg in a nervous gesture. The blind covers the window to the clubhouse, so you don't know what's happening, until Chibs opens the door carrying a bottle of whisky and a short glass, specifically for that kind of drink. Closing again the door behind his back, he places the glass to serve it before offering you. Showing him a confused look, you hold it with your right hand.

“Drink”.

For a moment you think it's poisoned, but that doesn't have any sense. Obeying again, you have a sip feeling how the liquid rips your throat, noticing every nuance in. Above all, the aged flavor that wood gives it.

“Tha' is how a good wheske' tastes”. He says taking it off from your fingers and leaving it somewhat away on the table. “And now, 'em gonna shew'ya how a good old scottesh' wheske' tastes”.

All your doubts disappear when the man crashes his lips against yours. You weren't expecting it, but definitely, whisky tastes better in his tongue. The kiss is more needy than you want to show him, nailing your fingers on the back of his head to pushing him closer while his arms get tangled in your waist. You can hardly breathe, but this doesn't look like a problem when he guides you blinded to the sofa, forcing you to sit on his lap. The heat running under your clothes when he urges your waist to move over the lump on his tight jeans.

Biting your lower lip, one of his hands covered by the leather gloves toures your nipples over your shirt, squeezing it and making you gasp. Chibs seems like he knows pretty well your body, as if he studied it before, one of the many times you've caught him looking at you. His hand going down your stomach gives you some delighted chills, while your tongues keep fighting anxious, sneaking it under your sweatpants and your panties. And before you can do any move, Chibs thrusts hard his middle finger inside you, screaming out loud his name on his mouth. The scottish chuckles licking your lips, feeling how the big golden ring below the leather press your narrowness with delicious pounds. Tangling your fingers on his jacket, you let him do with you whatever he wants, enjoying every moan that comes out from your throat.

“Ya like't?” He asks with shaky breath and a scratchy voice that turns you a little more heated.

“Yeah…” You mutter looking for his eyes, bouncing on his hand needing for more contact.

“Do ya wan' me ti fuc' ya?” He asks, sliding a second finger into you with a hard push hiting your g-spot.

“Please… Please”. You beg then, nodding as you can.

“Tonig'”. He just say, knowing how much it teases you making you sob for a second. “Enjoe' my hand, lass”.

His fingers pound you faster, nailing both hands on the back of his head, while he's drinking every gesture you draw on your face under his mercy. He's dominant by nature, like an alpha, but he could never imagine that dominate you would be his favorite thing, making you squeeze under his fury and sexually caresses. A third finger being slide inside your wetness forces you to scream because of the pleasure. Two big rings pressing your tightness, with the leather provoking a friction that burns your skin in a good way.

“Don't stop, please, Chibs…”

“Beg fo' cum, princess”. He demands.

“C'mon… please… fuck, your hand feels so good”. You cry noisily touching his nose with yours. “Fuck… let me cum, please… I need it. Fuck! It… It feels so fuckin' good, holy shit”.

“Good girl, ya have my permission”. He says after some seconds watching your pleading face, whilst your lower lip.

“Thank you, daddy”. You whisper right on his mouth, after containing yourself for a while.

Your body can't handle anymore his hand fucking you so hard, making tremble your legs as he nails his free fingers on your throat to support your body, in the moment you're about to fall when the ecstasy finds your body hitting it with heat and pleasure.

“Fuck, Filip!” You moan as loudly as your voice lets you.

But he doesn't stop, with the wetted sound the leader makes every time it thrusts your pussy flooding the room, so naughty and dirty that you forget for a second the soft stinging the glove makes you feel.

“Tonig' 'em gonna fuck ya harder”.

“Yes, please…” You beg for it, really needed.

His fingers go slow, moving his hand calmly, until he pulls it out to direct it to his mouth licking it before look for your mouth. Your cum, the taste of whisky on your tongue, the taste of beer on his, all getting mixed with your saliva in a dearly and gently kiss.

“Wei' fo' me tonig' here. Alrai', princess?”

“Yes”. You just say, trying to fill your lungs with some air.