#i hate the ‘ wow cool game but ‘ Secret ‘ hidden meaning

[transearthmover]

ultrakill drives me crazy cuz it’s like . funky fps with great music and design and then you get angel who destroys the societal control for His freedom to be who he is and accepts all of himself . robots who were might to tend and became a fighter . creatures who want nothing but freedom , to feel the sun they are deserving to feel its warmth the closest thing they can get to gods light . there’s beings who want to change , who want to escape the layer trapped , to exist . there’s beings that want their fucking mothers , they are someone’s Child and they’re literally crying in texts written for everyone and no one . there are beautiful things in the layers of hell that are destroyed by fire and war , and regardless of the destruction they still have heart and love and Wants . Hell is alive and it has a soul .

[mimez-meme]

Todoroki headcanons❄️🔥

For one Halloween he dressed up as kettle, for another he dressed up as his dad but he regretted doing his dad because he got told ‘wow you look exactly like your dad!” Even tho he knew he was wearing a costume, it still hurt.

has asthma and he gets hyperthermia from his quirk 😼

Since i believe it’s canon that he’s fluent in English SOMETIMES he gets a free period when it comes to English, he mostly just chills outside. but his English grammar isn’t good and he can’t read or write in English so he does go to learn that (he can read some things)

Half blind in the eye were he’s got the scar

Use to wear eye contacts, mostly just on his blue eye because he doesn’t want to look like his dad whatsoever but now he doesn’t

His pain tolerance is quite good due to the training he went through when younger and the overall pain he’s been through his life. He’s described to ‘feel no pain’

Whenever he goes to an arcade now he always tries to win something for Fuyumi, it’s his way of saying thank you. And he’s surprisingly good at claw machines.

He defo laughs/lets out a little chuckle at Facebook mom jokes like “exercise I thought you said extra fries” or just dumb ass memes. Sometimes he sends them to natsuo and Fuyumi, if it’s a meme about hating your dad he’ll send it to endeavour.

Speaks his mind. Says everything out loud without meaning to. If you stink, he will say, if you did something wrong, he will say. (Unless it’s a secret idk) ect ect

Linked to last headcanon if you tell todoroki a secret, izuku and bakugo WILL know.

Once attempted to paint his dorm room but failed miserably, he was painted, not the walls.

Writes down everything on notes app, he even writes down convos sometimes.

Owns dumbass slippers, they look weird and don’t even fit him.

He hates sharing his food. He only offers to share when someone is upset because he doesn’t know how to comfort but if they actually take the food he will be more upset then the person (but not show it) also hates when people chew loud. It annoys the actual shit out of him, once froze a guy because of it.

When he learnt about Mario and Mario games he said “me and peach are alike. Always trapped, and forced to stay with someone you don’t like.” Or something like that idk. Or when he watched frozen for the first time and related to Elsa. Hates zoos for the same reason. he says/thinks the animals are like him. Trapped in a place we’re they can’t get out, forced to eat certain things or the same thing everyday. Trained to do things.. ect. He wants to set free to all the animals.

Always seeks approval from someone before he does something and that’s mostly on trauma.

When it’s summer he sweats easily and ALOT even if he uses his ice side to cool him down. when it’s winter he gets cold easily but he can warm up.

When he got a phone it become a.. kind of escape for him. He can’t use it very well, but he uses it to distract himself from the world when needed.

Has one plushie from childhood. He hates it but loves it. He keeps it hidden in his dorm, and hugs it at night sometimes.. likes to think it’s his mother or something.😗 it was the only gift rei got him but it was after she burnt him so it was a way of saying sorry.. todoroki didn’t really like that

He does not know what love feels like. He didn’t even know he could have platonic love before having friends. He doesn’t know what romantic love feels like so he will never know when he’s inlove with someone but he’s kinda glad it’s that way because he doesn’t necessarily want to be in a romantic relationship because he doesn’t want to be like his father. He finds love confusing.

Because he didn’t use his left side (fire side) for ages due to not wanting to use his ‘fathers’ quirk. Once he started using it again, he got burns and he wasn’t the Absolute best at controlling it. But because he did go through alot of training as a kid he did know what he was doing, just forgot how to apply some of it (if that makes sense.)

Linked to last headcanon. Since he lost some control over it, he was scared on what his father would think if he saw that so he began to overtraining himself again. He wants to not care what his father thinks, he wants to just not care in general. But he can’t help this fear that’s inside him. Izuku noticed this and began to help him and he talked to him.

Only likes cold drinks.

Not use to physical praise, or just praise in general. When present mic patted his head for the first time for doing well in a test he was confused and didn’t get why he was hitting his head but he also kinda liked it, so whenever he does something right in English class or does well he expects a hadpat from present mic or even asks for one. Same thing happened with aizawa but with a hand on shoulder or something like that.

Autistic but isn’t diagnosed yet. But aizawa and present mic has tried to talk to endeavour about it.

Thinks bakugo is his best friend for no reason. Calls him ‘bestie’ and ‘best friend’

Trauma dumps randomly, he doesn’t really mean to but he does. He does it in a funny way tho. For example he was at midoriya’s and inko was making them tea or something and todoroki said to izuku. “Don’t worry izuku. I’ll be here if your mum tries to burn you. Wouldn’t want you to experience that.”

Never celebrated any holidays until he came to UA he was so confused when everyone started celebrating random days, but he started liking them.

Doesn’t understand emojis. If you sent a “😭” to show that you are laughing or something he would be like “why are you crying?”

Use to walk people’s dogs for money and use to send that money to Fuyumi/his siblings

Has sensory issues, hates tight clothing, stuff around his neck (he doesn’t mind necklaces) ect

He doesn’t take fantastic care of his hair but it’s always majestic looking, whenever someone asks what he uses he just says “water.” (He doesn’t just use water but yk)

Views iida as a brother. Sometimes his brain makes him out to be natsuo, sometimes Touya.

Always goes shopping with the girls.. but he just carries their stuff.

He has an animal that reminds me of each of his friends. He sometimes call them by that animal. For example izuku is bunny, bakugo is Chihuahua, momo is horse ect ect. When he calls his friends by the animal it comes off as rude since he can be like ‘horse come here!” Referring to momo😭 but he’s told all his friends so they know. He doesn’t do it that often tho.

Acesexaul and aromantic, unsure if gay or not.

[deadbiwrites]

hey, for the ask thing, can you do #9 under random: “You come here often?” “Well, I work here. So I think I’d have to say ‘yes’.”

This one was so fun!!

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Kara doesn’t drink, usually.

It’s not like, a thing, that she doesn’t drink. Some sort of moral or religious blah blah whatever, it’s just that she… doesn’t.

So when she’s dragged out to the bar for Nia’s 21st birthday, she expects it to be more of the same- her friends will get drunk, Brainy will dominate at the trivia game that’ll inevitably be crawling across a screen at the bar, Nia will flirt with Brainy, Alex will stare and sigh at Sam all night, James and Mike will inevitably get at each other’s throats (how they manage to play on the same team without killing each other, Kara will never know), Mike will flirt with her and be hurt when she shoots him down, James will pull out his camera and take candids that Alex will doubtlessly demand to see and then delete immediately, and Kara will eventually wrangle them all into her minivan and drive them back to campus.

A typical Thirsty Thursday with her closest friends (and also Mike, for some reason).

Except that tonight, instead of Al’s, the dive they usually flock to, they’re at some martini bar downtown. And though the reasoning makes sense (Nia can’t really openly celebrate her 21st at the bar she’s been frequenting for the past 2 years with a fake ID), and it is her birthday and she wants to go someplace-

“Swanky,” Alex murmurs as Sam lets out a low whistle behind them.

This is barely a bar, it more closely resembles a set from a 30’s noir movie, with the large chandeliers dripping crystal overhead and the rich, polished wooden floor underfoot. For crying out loud, there’s a live jazz band- not a quartet, a full band- across what is clearly a dance floor, and the waiters and waitresses are all dressed in vests and ties (and not the cheap kind Kara had to wear for the week she worked at the catering company).

In short, it’s gorgeous, and glamorous, and she’s infinitely glad she’d asked Nia what she should wear because her usual jeans-and-a-sweater combo surely wouldn’t fly here, but the suit she wore to her cousin’s wedding this past summer definitely does.

They’re greeted by a friendly but slightly harangued-looking hostess, who quickly ushers their group to a large booth in the corner. Each of them peruses the drink menu, and quickly realize that they have no idea what any of the cocktails listed actually are.

"Yeah, great, this is- I love doing a Google search to get drunk," Alex grumbles sarcastically as she scrolls through her phone, pulling a face at something or other. "How many of these have absinthe in them? Jesus."

Kara laughs. "What, no green fairies for you tonight?"

"It was one time!"

"Aw, we still like you even though you're afraid of the mean, scary alcohol," Sam coos at Alex, smile tinged with an edge of teasing and Alex melts like so much wax before a flame.

Ridiculous. 

"Make out already," Nia jeers. When they both flip her off she turns to Kara, seemingly confused. "That was a legitimate suggestion, though?"

"I know. One day," Kara hums, throwing her arm around Nia’s shoulder and pulling her into a half-hug.

Their waiter appears, smooth and charming and managing to get Winn firmly under his spell in a matter of seconds. But in Winn's defense, he has a perfect smile, great hair, and a British accent.

Poor boy never stood a chance against all that. They each place their orders for a fancy drink, and when the waiter, Jack, turns his attention to Kara, Alex interrupts with, "She wants a Potion D'Amour."

"Oh, a love potion," he muses, smiling at Kara. His eyes catch on something and his smile widens. "I know just the lady to make it for you. Back in a tick."

And he's off before Kara can protest. Resigned, she turns to her sister. "Why?"

Alex rolls her eyes fondly. "Just take a sip. If you don't like it, one of us will finish it for you.”

“Fine, fine.”

--

So, as it turns out, Kara likes the love potion. A lot.

“It tastes like berries,” Kara marvels.

“We know, Kara, you told us when you were drinking the last one,” Alex chuckles.

“And the one before that,” Nia adds.

“You guys are so nice. I love you all so much.”

“Well at least she’s a happy drunk,” James chuckles.

“‘m not drunk,” Kara insists. “‘m always happy, ya butts.”

“Sure Kar, and the sky is red.”

Kara frowns as her friends all laugh. “Rude. Who wants another one?”

They all raise a hand, and Kara moves off in the general direction of the bar.

Or, well, she does her best.

“Hey there! Did you need something, luv?”

It’s Jack-the-waiter, looking at her with some bemusement.

“Yeah! Hi, sorry. Um, they all want more drinks, and I just, um…”

“Needed a break?”

She slumps in relief. “Yeah. Is that bad? Like, I love them and all, but I think I’m kinda drunk and they’re… a lot.”

Jack chuckles. “Trust me, I understand. If you want a minute of quiet, there’s a stool on the end of the bar that no one ever sits in. Got your name on it.”

“Thanks! You’re a very good waiter. Hey, d’you have any drink recommendations? Maybe one a little, um… lighter?”

“‘Course I do luv. Really fancy, too. C’mere, I’ll tell ya,” Jack says, motioning her close. When Kara is a few inches away, he tells her the secret. “It’s called ‘coffee’.”

Kara laughs as he winks and moves away to another table. She spots the empty barstool he’d mentioned and ambles over, dropping into it with a sigh. From here, she has a view of approximately nothing, given its location behind a pillar, and she leans back against the wall, the cool wood paneling chilly even through her jacket and shirt. 

“Long night?”

Kara’s eyes flutter open (when did they close? Maybe she is drunk…) and across from her is quite probably the most beautiful person she’s ever seen in her life.

“Wow.”

The girl smirks, quirking a brow upward. “You okay there?”

“Yeah. I um, I think I just had too many love potions.”

“Oh, so it was you ordering those,” the pretty, pretty girl drawls. “They’re a pain in the ass to make, you know. Mostly the garnish, but still, I’m tempted to be annoyed with you, for being so high-maintenance.”

“Oh, Jack said he knew the girl for the job!” Kara says. “They were really good, I usually don’t even drink, but those were great.”

“Well well, keep talking, I thrive on flattery,” the girl jokes. She extends a hand. “Lena.”

“Kara, Kara Danvers. Wow, your hands are big.”

Lena barks a delighted laugh. “You have all the subtlety of a hand grenade, Kara Danvers.”

Kara flushes. “Oh, that’s- wow, sorry.”

“You’re fine. Like I said, I thrive on flattery,” Lena says, throwing her a very cute two-eyed wink. She turns suddenly, fixing a polite, professional smile on her face. “Good evening, sir. What can I get for you?”

“Another round for my friends. And your number, gorgeous.”

Mike.

Lena remains polite, face impassive even as Kara hastily ducks out of sight under the bar. “What drinks did you and your friends have?”

“I dunno, fancy stuff. The waiter guy probably knows- my friend was supposed to come get us another round, but she probably bailed.”

“Oh yeah? Not much of a partier?” Lena asks, eyes darting to (hidden) Kara.

“Nah. Don’t get me wrong, Kara can be cool, but she’s a little… uptight. Needs to relax every once in a while.”

“Uh-huh.”

“So what’s your story, beautiful? You come here often?”

There’s a beat of silence before Lena drawls, “Well I work here, so… I’d have to say yes…”

Kara claps a hand over her mouth to muffle the laugh she can’t keep inside.

This obviously throws Mike off whatever game he thinks he has. “Oh, that- right. Um. That was a joke.”

“Of course, sir. I’ll ask your waiter what your order was- do you know who he is?”

“Um… he has a beard?”

“Jack, his name is Jack,” Kara mutters under her breath.

“Right. I’ll ask him. Did you need anything else?”

“No, thanks.”

There’s an extended silence before Lena says, “You can come up for air now, Kara Danvers.” 

Kara peeks over the edge of the bar, flushing again when Lena snickers at her.

“Good friend of yours?”

“No. He’s- I don’t even know why he’s here? Like one day we all hated him and then the next he was always around. Nia doesn’t even like him, and it’s her birthday.”

“Really? Good that she doesn’t- seems like a douche.”

Kara barks out a laugh, smothering in quickly and grinning behind her palm as Lena grins slyly over at her without turning her head. “He is a douche. He always asks me out even though I’ve told him no, like, a million times.”

Lena frowns at this, turning her attention fully to Kara. “Does he?”

“Yeah. My sister hates his guts, and so does our friend James, but somehow he just… sticks around.” Kara shrugs. “He’s pretty harmless, just really annoying.”

Lena hums, gaze narrowed. “He’s not worth your politeness, Kara.”

“Eh. Besides, I’m kinda doing the same thing to you, right? Just like, demanding all your attention?”

Lena bobbles her head side to side. “I’d say it’s a bit different.”

“Why, because I’m drunk?” Kara laughs. “‘m sorry about that, by the way.”

“First off, I don’t think you’re all that drunk,” Lena confides, leaning over the bar so . “Those drinks really aren’t all that strong. And secondly, there’s a difference because I am actually enjoying your attention, Kara Danvers.”

“Oh. Oh, okay. Cool,” Kara mutters to herself.

Lena smirks. “So, Kara Danvers- even though I already know the answer to this-, do you come here often?”

“Um, no. But I think I might start…”

Lena’s sly grin morphs into a broad smile, dimpling her cheeks and making her eyes shine in the low bar light. “Good.”

[oikawaplssteponme]

this is kind of an odd request maybe but can i get a bakugou piece where class 1A are having like a 'fun night' in the common room and all the girls lost a bet so they have to have a just dance competition while dressed up as clothes the boys wear and reader is dressed as bakugou and is surprisingly really good at just dance and hes like like ...shes so.... !1!1?1?!1!1 and you can decide what happens really can it just be fluffy maybe with a confession 👉👈

hiii💜 wait i can totally see this happening, like the girls making this kind of bet and expecting to win haha. hope you enjoy :))

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Just Dance

pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x fem! reader

warnings: swearing (that should be a given when i write for Bakugou hehe)

genre: fluff

a/n: y/n wearing Bakugou’s baggy ass pants and black tank, say less 😌

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“I look ridiculous,” groaned Jirou.

You and the rest of the girls in your class were getting dressed and ready for the dorm’s game night. Unfortunately your attire wasn’t entirely up to you.

“I don’t know Jirou, I think you pull off Kaminari’s look pretty well,” you laughed. Jirou crossed her arms.

“Mina should have never made that stupid bet.”

“Hey! How was I suppose to know that we would lose?” she pouted.

“Well you did bet that Ochaco would bet Deku in an arm wrestling match. I think we all could’ve predicted that one,” you said.

“In my defense I assumed that Deku would get embarrassed and back out, guess I was wrong.”

“These outfits aren’t that bad. I mean the boys all wear basically the same thing all the time,” laughed Momo.

The consequence for losing the bet was that at the dorm ‘game night’, all the girls would have to dress up as one of the boys. If the girls would’ve won, the boys would be dressed up as them.

“Okay so let me see if I can guess everyone,” you said, “Momo is Todoroki, Ochaco is Deku, Tsu is Iida, Mina is Kirishima, Jirou is Kaminari, and Hagakure is Sero. Am I right?”

“Damn nice job. Guess we did good then,” smiled Jirou.

“Wait Y/N who are you going as?” asked Tsu. You chuckled and quickly grabbed your folded clothes.

“Take a guess.”

You held up a black tank top, baggy jeans, and some beaten up sneakers. Your classmates giggled.

“Wow did you steal those from Bakugou’s closet?” laughed Momo.

“That’s a secret I’ll never tell.”

You changed into your outfit as it was almost time for you all to head to the common area. The skin tight tank top and baggy jeans certainly wasn’t your normal attire but a bet is a bet.

The common area was vibrantly decorated with lights and music. There was a large TV set up for the ‘Just Dance’ tournament that would be taking place. That seemed to be the most exciting part of the night.

“Woah it’s like I’m looking in a mirror!” cheered Kaminari.

“Shut it.”

“You all certainly committed to your roles,” said Iida as he studied Tsu.

“If we were gonna lose at least we lost in style!” exclaimed Mina.

“Nice crocs by the way Ashido,” you joked.

You went over to the snack table and picked up a cup of punch.

“Oi dumbass!”

You looked over your shoulder and saw Bakugou headed towards you, wearing the exact same thing as you.

“Oi dumbass!” You mocked, but laughed out instead, “How do you like my fit? Pretty accurate don’t you think?” You smiled.

Bakugou crossed his arms. His cheeks turned a little pink but played it off.

“You look stupid.”

“Well I hate to break it to you Katsuki but if I look stupid than so do you.”

“HEY- I- whatever...” Bakugou chugged his glass of punch before going back to the main group. You laughed to yourself. Bakugou tried to be intimidating with you but he always just ended up looking cute.

“Hey we’re gonna start the tournament now!” announced Mina. You all gathered around by the TV.

“Okay so we’re gonna do two players at a time, going in order from the randomly made bracket. Up first is Kirishima against Izuku.”

The rest of you sat yourselves on the couches as Kiri and Deku picked out a song. You sat next to Bakugou.

“Are you any good?” he asked.

“Hm?”

“At the stupid game. Are you any good?”

“Oh... I’m alright.”

Kirishima beat Deku so he advanced on. Aoyama destroyed Iida and he moved on as well. Now it was your turn against Mina.

“Good luck Y/N,” she teased. You chuckled.

“Speak for yourself.”

The music began to play. You gripped on tightly to your remote. Soon you began to copy the moves on the screen, same as Mina.

Perfect

Perfect

Perfect

After every move your completed, your point tracker grew more and more. You got a ‘perfect’ on almost every move. You already had a big lead in Mina.

“Come on Mina, you need to actually try!” You joked. Mina groaned.

“Okay how are you so good at this game?”

You classmates cheered the two of you on. Bakugou tried his best not to react but he was highly impressed by your skill. It didn’t help that you looked so good while dancing too.

“Yes! That’s a new high score!” You cheered. You had beaten Mina, and by a long shot.

“Well played Y/N,” she panted.

You plopped back down on the couch, catching you’re breath as the next people began to play.

“Just alright?” questioned Bakugou. You chuckled.

“Maybe I’m a little better than just alright.”

~

After about 5 more rounds of ‘Just Dance’, you were exhausted. It paid off however, because you won the tournament. You’re classmates were stunned at your hidden talent.

You now sat outside on the dorm steps, basking in the cool air as you caught your breath. You soon heard some footsteps behind you.

“Hey.”

Bakugou joined you on the steps.

“Hey.”

“Uh, nice job on winning. I didn’t know you could dance,” he whispered. Your face grew warm.

“Thanks, I guess I just don’t mention it a lot.”

“And you don’t look half bad in my clothes either...though I think you’d look a lot better in a sweatshirt of mine.”

Your eyes grew and you looked at Katsuki.

“Really?”

“Yeah...I’d be happy to give you one...”

“I’d like that.”

Bakugou smiled softly as he looked at you.

“That was my shitty way of me telling you that I like you Y/N,” he clarified. You chuckled, moving closer to him. You rested your head on his shoulder.

“I know. I like you too Katsuki.”

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[mediocre-writerr]

we’re going down [leah rilke]

bring us through: leah rilke book

chapter 2: we’re going down

*not my gif*

The private jet was fancier than any plane I’ve ever been on. Seats where your feet weren’t cramped like a bunch of sardines in a sardine can. A smell that doesn’t smell like someone just ate the whole Taco Bell menu before they came on.

It was clean and polished. No spot had a stain, like it was brand new. Perfect as one would say.

Here’s the thing about perfection though: everyone has their own version of perfect.

Here’s the thing about me: I didn’t know that until much more recently.

There were many trials and tribulations with my family, especially when it came to perfection...or well perfection in my dad’s eyes. But somehow, some way, we always came out stronger. There was one time where my mom didn’t get the job we needed to really help our financial situation, and my dad got so angry that she wasn’t perfect that she had to go live with my aunt for a couple months. But when she came back with a new better job, my dad celebrated her. We went to a fancy restaurant in the city and ate the most expensive food on the menu. Then my older sister didn’t marry the guy my dad wanted her to and he disowned her for a few months. Until she came back with more money and a grandkid for our parents. He threw the baby a huge baptism party, spending loads of money buying them a house and the necessities for a baby.

My mom not getting a job? Fixed with a big celebration dinner. My sister not marrying the man my dad wants? Fixed with a huge baptism party and buying them a house.

I’m valedictorian, on the verge of going to the most prestigious school in Texas on a full ride: Rice University. And then right when everything in life seemed to be perfect, I messed everything up. There was no way coming back up from this one.

I was just sitting at the kitchen table during dinner. Eating mom’s classic country fried steak and mashed potatoes with gravy. Occasionally, participating in awkward conversation about how good the food is. I felt like I slept-walked there, barely able to recall the argument before dinner, the yelling, the screaming. Remembering for the thousandth time in the past week, that she was gone.

I sat there awkwardly, waiting for the other foot to drop. That I was just going to get kicked to the curb like everyone else who didn’t follow what my dad has planned for their life. But as my younger brothers went upstairs for bed I recognized something on my dad’s face that I had never seen since they found out. His face dressed in a big smile, like he was just told he’s going to Disney World.

As if on beat, he leaned in closer to me from across the table. And I knew that things were about to go for a crash-landing. His unusual happiness at my disobedience was going to wreck havoc into my life.

He cleared his throat hesitantly as my mother joined us back on the table. His breath smelled like his usual bourbon, “So Raleigh,” he said, crossing his fingers together with my mom’s, “We have a fun surprise for you.”

As if on cue there was a knock on the door. My father gestured for me to go get the door. I opened it revealing Shelby and her parents. I stopped short in my place, both of us frozen with confusion written all over our faces. But her parents had an unfamiliar expression: genuine happiness?

I cleared my throat, trying to piece everything together, “Hi Mr and Mrs. Goodkind. It’s a pleasant surprise. My parents are at the kitchen table.”

I open the door wider for them as the two of them say their hello’s and walk inside, “What’s going on?” I ask Shelby and she shrugs.

“I have no idea,” she whispers back, “But it can’t be good.”

The two of us sat across from our parents, as they stared at us with grins on their faces. But it’s as if the grins had a double meaning to them, “We wanted to talk to the two of you about something. We know the two of you are as thick as thieves, I mean you never shut up about each other.” Mr. Goodkind laughs, trying to ease the awkward tension, but it misses by a longshot.

Me and Shelby laugh along awkwardly, as we look at each other with a side glance. They said fun surprise. Not we’re kicking you out onto the streets. But we knew, from the way that our mom’s wouldn’t look at us or from the way our father’s faces grew more and more stern by the second, that something was about to go down.

My dad fetched something from his office. Two envelopes with our name scrawled across it, with a pamphlet in his name. The pamphlet in big bold letters saying: Dawn of Eve.

“We want you to have this,” my dad says, “It’s a gift for the two of you.”

We slowly opened the envelopes revealing a plane ticket to Hawaii, along with an itinerary, “It’s a retreat,” my mom blurted, “A beautiful month trip to Hawaii with other girls around your age. You’ll love it. Find your true self. Growing.”

Mrs. Goodkind chimes in, “Aromatherapy messages, swimming with dolphins, workshops!”

“A chance for the two of you girls to discover who you’re really ought to be.” Mr. Goodkind says.

And at that point I knew. It wasn’t just any retreat, it was a retreat to get our shit together.

I closed the overhead container, like closing the container would shut out the memories too. Looking for a distraction, I opened up Instagram on my phone scrolling through various posts of people back home and celebrities flaunting off their life.

Everyone seemed to have taken their seats. The brunette with a book sat in the back away from everyone else, holding onto the book like her life depended on it. The ‘put on your seatbelt’ sign flashed above us, as a video began playing on the screen in front of us.

“Right now, hundreds of girls just like yourselves, board charters just like this one, are on route to our retreat in Kona, Hawaii.” the middle-aged lady said.

But I wasn’t quite focused on that, but rather the girl in the back all by herself. She was staring blankly at the seat in front of her, not paying attention to anyone in the plane or the video.

“The Dawn of Eve literally waits for no man.” the lady says, causing me to catch my attention.

I looked at my best friend who was captivated by the video. I give her a look and she just shrugs. The air on the plane was tense as we lifted off into the air. It seemed like nobody wanted to be here. So Shelby did what she did best.

“I’m gonna start an icebreaker to get to know everyone.” she states, starting to get up from out of her seat.

I pull her back down as fast as I could, “Shelb, really? We’re not on a mission.”

But she just pulled out of my grasp standing up. I let out a sigh, even though everyone would hate this idea, what kind of friend would I be if I didn’t support her? “So, in the interest of bringing us all together I would like to propose a little ice breaker.”

I could literally feel everyone’s eye roll in the room. An asian girl with bangs stood up suggesting ‘Never Have I Ever’. But of course peppy Shelby shot down her suggestion. She was never one for those types of games. Especially with all of the secrets she keeps hidden inside.

“Alright I’m gonna start with an introduction and play matchmaker,” she says walking up and down the aisle.

I was trying to pay attention to Shelby, but for some reason I kept looking back at that beautiful brunette. Who did not seem to be interested in anything Shelby was saying. Her nose still knee-deep in that book of hers, curled onto her side, reading like it was life or death.

“And this is my best friend Raleigh Fuller,” my best friend says, snapping out of my trance. She looks at you with the look as she follows your gaze to the girl in the back, “We’re from Dillon, Texas.”

She grabs my hand, dragging me all the way towards the back, sitting next to the girl, “You two will be paired up together. Have fun you two.” she says to me with a wink before walking back down the aisle.

The brunette didn’t acknowledge me though, but rather kept reading her book. I cleared my throat, awkwardly, trying to gain her attention.

“The Nature Of Her? By Jeffrey Galanis.” I said, squinting at the book cover across from me.

That seemed to have caught her attention, “You’ve read it?”

“No. I actually never heard of it, but it seems like it’s interesting. If you’ve been having your nose stuffed in since I accidentally ran into you.” I say jokingly with a small smile.

The flight attendant came by with a cart full of chocolate cake. We both thank him softly, before indulging in the richness of the cake.

She didn’t respond after that all she did was stick her nose in her book again. But it seemed like she wasn’t even reading the pages. After three seconds she’s already flipping onto another page.

I cleared my throat, scratching the back of my neck. I mean what am I supposed to say? The girl clearly didn’t want to be bothered. It’s like the writing in those pages were magical. The old me would just sit back in the leather private jet chair, feeling sorry for myself about her completely ignoring me. Probably thinking something like: wow, I guess I’m really not cool. Or spit out a random fact since that’s all I know like: competitive art used to be in the Olympics.

But that past me was probably dug next to the old Taylor Swift’s grave. The lyric that goes: “I’m sorry the old Taylor can’t come to the phone right now...why? Cause she’s dead.” Yeah that’s how I’m feeling on the inside, so instead I say, “You know it’s kinda rude that we’re supposed to be having a conversation, but you’re completely ignoring me.”

She let out a laugh and took one glance up from the book. Finally being met with her bright blue eyes, “Does it look like I want to be bothered right now?”

“No, but it looks like you’re reading the same page over and over again. Like it’s the only thing that can keep your heart beating,” I said, “What’s so interesting about that book anyway?”

She studied me for a brief moment. Her eyes leave the pages of that book for more than five seconds.

Finally, she said, “Look, it’s one of my favorite books. But I don’t think there’s a rule against rereading your favorite book over and over again. That’s like me telling you that you can’t read Wuthering Heights over and over again.”

Now it was my turn to stare at the girl.

She was right. She may have been a closed off book, but so was I. I used to be one of those people who would kill to ask thousands of questions about what that book was about. Or why she loved it so much. I would love to join in and lead on Shelby’s icebreakers. But now? Sometimes, I don’t even want to talk to Shelby.

I wanted to apologize for my comments. These days, I can’t control my own emotions or what I want to say anymore.

I’m sorry, I imagined myself saying, I’m sorry that I was a complete pain in the butt. I didn’t mean to judge you and how invested you are in that book. My parents found out my deepest darkest secret. And instead of accepting me with open loving arms they decided to send me to a retreat. A retreat in which I’m pretty sure is a conversion therapy camp, but they don’t want to say that out loud. So they call it a fun surprise for me and my best friend. While the girl I fell in love with is just gone. I used to be this bright bubbly girl, but now I’m not. So, please forgive me for my behavior since you probably don’t want to be here either.

That’s a little TMI, don’t you think?

I open my mouth and start to utter those meaningless two words when my best friend came rushing past.

“Shelby? Where are you going?” I ask, surprised at how fast she was moving.

“I got chocolate cake in my teeth.” she mumbles, covering her face in her hand and I immediately got the message.

“Ah got it.”

Shelby rushed back into the bathroom and I turned to the brunette in front of me again. The closed-book of a girl, opening my mouth once more ready to mumble the two most overused words. But the plane started shaking, jolting us back and forth. The two of us look at each other, tilting our heads to the side.

“Hello everyone. We’re experiencing a little turbulence.” The plane continued to jolt and it seemed like more than just a little turbulence, “Actually a lot of turbulence!” the pilot yells.

The lights flashing on and off. The brunette just shoved her face back in the book. This could be our last moments on Earth and she’s still reading that book! I get up from out of my seat, banging on the bathroom door.

“Shelby! Open the door!” I yell.

My blonde best friend came bursting out and she fell onto her knees on the floor. Praying to the God she still whole-heartedly believed in. I fell down on the ground next to her, holding her in my arms as she prayed. I didn’t pray, but rather sat there thinking that this was the end.

[brideofcthulhu10]

More headcanons to help me work through the dreaded writer's block! Hope you guys don't mind it's a bit slow right now, I plan on posting another tonight and hopefully I'll be able to get to some asks once my brain is no longer fried

Dwayne Headcanons

When he was responsible for Laddie, Dwayne would often take him out to the boardwalk whenever Star was busy. Sometimes he’d even choose to take him along even if they were with Star just to hang with the munchkin

If anyone told him he was too short Dwayne would hypnotize them into letting him one. He wasn't exactly worried about the kid being flung from the roller coaster, he could easily catch him if it happened. It felt awesome impressing him at the strength test, just watching him jump up and down as the attendant handed him a giant blue monkey which of course he'd give to Laddie. The boy was such a hyper, sunny child it was hard not to laugh when this spritely eight year old would play a water gun game and yell “this is a load of bullshit” when he lost. Well, he did grow up around four teenage guys, two having the worst language you could imagine. David used the word "fuck" like it was going out of style. At one point some lady in her thirties tried to lecture Laddie about watching his language, to which Dwayne had immediately stepped in after he said “piss off lady”. Again he had to choke back a laugh, pushing the kid behind him before this lady throttled him. To save face Dwayne feigned some half assed “shame on you” to Laddie just so she would piss off, and then ushered him away- for an ice cream sundae. Granted while he couldn’t condone a kid cussing up a storm, he did find it utterly hilarious watching this uppity chick squawk like a hen in outrage.

“Seriously though I don’t know where the hell you learned all that from-”

“Paul taught me.”

“Yeah, well, Paul probably isn’t the best guy to copy, kiddo. "

Chinese food isn’t his favorite, but he knows it’s Markos so he doesn’t complain when they have it at least once a week. Actually, his favorite is probably Hispanic. Many forget much of California was once Mexico, and as such the culture still thrived even into the early 1900s. Santa Carla flourished, and between pick pocketing gigs and heavy labor on the docks, Dwayne could always count on there being fresh tortillas for a few dollars after a long day. Elotes with extra chili powder, huarache, freshly brewed horchata on ice? Utterly delicious! Nothing can compare to freshly made tamales by a sweet abuela in a tiny food truck cooing to you in Spanish. Even he can blush when they pinch his cheeks gushing about what a skinny man he is. Paul and Marko love it as well and will often tag along when Dwayne goes to Mama Rosa’s, although he often has to elbow Paul in the gut because he’ll flirt with the cooks in the back into getting a free taco.

“Ay, Paul, mi angelito querido cielito, you’re skin and bones!”

“Well, I always skip a meal before coming here, abuela. Your cooking is too epic to have anything else in my stomach!”

“Dude, will you stop flirting with that poor woman before you give her a heart attack, you ass?”

Dwayne had a brother many years ago who was lost after being caught in direct sunlight during the great San Francisco earthquake of 1906. Since then on April 18th he holds a small memorial for his brother Jasper, who died pulling the curtains shut to shield them from the sun. Some years David, Paul and Marko will join him, silently drinking to their fallen friend. It's a rare moment of seriousness for these wild boys, sitting beside an altar crudely constructed atop a wooden crate, draped over with the jacket once worn by Jasper that survived the flames. Decorated in worn candles melted by decades of use, a bottle of rum from over eighty years ago still untouched with an empty shot glass beside it caked in dust and cobwebs, worn flowers shriveled into darkened husks, a glass of blood they keep freshly filled with each visit, feathers of birds to help carry him to the sky. Every time he adds something new, a gift from every era. Recently he brought Jasper a Def Leppard vinyl record, propped against a sketch of his brother drawn before his passing by an admirer who had died long ago. Paul left a little toy motorcycle for him, Marko brought an old pocket watch he found at an antique store that bore a striking resemblance to one he had admired long ago, and David brought him a hunting knife

“You would’ve loved hair bands, Jas. Everything’s changed now, its crazy. It sucks you never got a bike of your own,” Dwayne would say, sitting in the dark with only the tender flicker of candles brushing away the dark. Never again would he let the sun take him. It was the darkest, deepest cave in the hotel. And there, Dwayne spoke more than he ever does outside “Horses were cool, but it’s better to have something that doesn’t stop every time it takes a shit, you know?”

Unfortunately Dwayne sucks at video games. It’s not that he doesn’t get it, but he has the worst gamer rage. Now, Dwayne doesn’t often get legitimately mad, but when he’s been playing the same god damn stupid water level for the past hour and a half just to be killed by a squid-! Well, lets just say Paul practically dove to catch the controller before it was chucked at the tv, and cue a dirty look towards Dwayne for nearly smashing his “baby”. He wasn’t about to have him break ANOTHER controller. Yeah that wasn’t the first. At this point he’s content just watching from afar and sometimes back seat gaming when Marko is going the wrong way. He’s not nearly as bad as David who will openly call someone stupid after dying. 

Dwayne is definitely the type to nap after a long night. Truthfully he misses when he could just lay out in the sun like a lizard on a hot rock after a long day, it’d feel incredible. Instead he’s resorted to a hot water bottle or a heating pad. Yeah, he loves hot weather. Summertime is his favorite time, just savoring the toasted air blowing in his face on rides over the beaches. Sometimes he’ll try to wake up early to watch the sunset from within the cave, although it’s burnt him on more than one occasion he will still try to get a glimpse. Winter is the worst for him, he hates, absolutely despises the cold. Even though he doesn't technically get cold anymore, everything seems to die away in the winter leaving only twisted branches and grey skies. David may enjoy all that gloomy melancholy but not him.

One wouldn’t assume Dwayne to have much of a sweet tooth. That’s because they’re wrong. While he isn’t into the marshmallow caramel double candy bars deep fried and dipped in chocolate like Marko or Laddie, he has a serious weakness for chocolate. Like, a major weakness. Paul is still searching for his stash, tucked away somewhere secret in the hotel. Any time he thinks he’s close to finding it, Dwayne moves it again.

“Dude, sharing is fucking caring you greedy bastard”

“Get your own candy asshole, why do you think I keep my stash hidden from you guys?”

Now the whole hoity toity fancy chocolate isn’t what appeals to him. He can certainly appreciate a well made chunk of dark chocolate sprinkled with chili powder, but he’ll settle for a cheap bar snatched from a gas station. Most sweets weigh heavy on him, but chocolate is such a unique medium that can be changed into almost anything, appealing to every taste imaginable. Sweet, savory, spicy, bitter, semi-sweet, rich, dense, light. Chocolate cake, chocolate doughnut, hot chocolate, fudge, and of course the traditional candy bar. You make him a mug of Mexican hot chocolate and he is putty in your hands. You couldn’t necessarily bribe him with food. But you could certainly butter him up to suggestions when he’s crunching down on a candy bar. Paul knows this, and at this point Dwayne knows this guy has royally fucked up if he comes up to him with a stack of chocolate bars.

“Heeeeey, Dwayne, buddy, old pal, chum, lookie what I found, all for you man how cool is that?”

“....,” Dwayne glances up from his book at the handful of chocolate and slowly lowers it with a firm sigh. “What the hell did you do now?”

“Wha-Whaaa-? Oh! Okay, wow. Woooow. Offend much? I go out of my way- I mean, can’t a guy just, you know, do something nice for his best friend-?”

“Paul. What. did. you. do?”  

“Okay okay, well you see David made me go fill up his stupid bike, and there was this hot chick at the gas station, I mean perfect fuckin ten man, she had the biggest frickin tits- okay anyway! Well, next thing I know the keys are gone, the chick's gone, the fuckin bike- You gotta help me man he’s gonna fucking kill me and dance on my grave!”

Of course Dwayne will help… in exchange for twice the chocolate. Like I said, it won’t always work as a bribe, but it’ll certainly help your cause if you go in with some incentive.

[kendrixtermina]

I’ve found the interview! Or parts of it

Other fun points beyond Claude’s real name.

A lot of my headcanons have been confirmed!

Silver Snow was the first route written (maybe that’s why it’s the weakest? It took them a while to find their Mojo)

El wasn’t just a driving figure in the plot but also in the writing process, ie, the other lords were then developed as contrasts.

Dimitri’s eyepatch was also improv apparently one person just randomly suggested it halfway through, the original model was then used for CF. It was intended to show that he had a hard life in the last 5 years

They say they took some influence from “Romance of the Three Kingdoms”

CF was indeed intended as a “secret” hidden route holding a distinct place - it was originally supposed to be harder to unlock - they also underestimated how many players would always go explore on the first day (apparently the option is only open in the first day - which makes sense, later she’s already departed)

Edelgard is indeed Byleth’s foil/ counterpart / rival / contrast as someone with roughly equal power

So developement wise you might draw some parallels to Elsa (the developers gradually realized this character had more potential as a hero than a villain/ was actually pretty sympathetic - part of why they made joining her easier) and also Rika from Digimon Tamers (they realized the figurines of the girl characters didn’t sell, so they made the primary girl the ‘rival character’ which always sells. Rika was indeed hugely popular, probably because your average anime ‘rival character’ tends to be complex, cool,  and one of the most powerful chars in the setting)

Lysithea was indeed just a prototype, Edelgard had a much more advanced procedure done on her (hence why she generally seems a lot more “super”)

They originally planned for her to be able to stop/interfere with divine pulse but that didn’t end up making it into the final game

You have to consider that a game is not a book or a movie - something might be a cool concept on its own but if its implementation is annoying to the player it’s worthless

However I will take this as confirmation to my headcanon that she has some mild timewarping going on, and that this is what happens when she can attack multiple times (as per ‘raging storm’ or in her Hegemon form)

That really IS Sothis on the mural

An aspect that I didn’t personally consider but adds to my observations of how Rhea is a really interesting take on the concept of a demigod: They stress that to her Sothis doesn’t just represent her mother but also the creator/ her god. She very much does worship her and has goals beyong just wanting back a family member

(Indeed she does tell Byleth that she can’t wait until “Our creator rules this wayward land once more”)

And here’s yet another account of the war of heroes. In this i must admit defeat because others called this and I didn’t:

The Nabateans were in fact ruling over humans, and people were in fact resisting/standing up to that

The Agarthans having their own sinister motives,  invented the methods to make crests/ relics

At this point you DO get greed and powerlust involved - people like Nemesis started trying to kill dragons to gain their power left and right and the balance of power shifted

Rhea didn’t so much “make” the Elites into heroes - The (human) people really did see them as liberators and that was too big to change, so Seiros kept the broad strokes manipulating the details so that all tied back to the goddess.

So they replaced an aristocracy of Nabateans by an aristocracy of people with Nabatean-like powers. There’s an interesting dynamic here

So Edelgard was almost completely right.

I’m sorry I doubted you El!

That said I still get the impression that Nemesis was definitely in it for the power and still massacred civilians.  He’s like the Ten Elites’ secretly evil teammate.

So on the one hand, Rhea didn’t do this unscrupulous act of making people she hates into heroes just for control, on the other hand the war of Heroes was alot more muddy

On the other hand this makes Silver Snow a bad end in my book. “Happiness in Slavery”.

I did talk about how SS didn’t have Byleth growing out of their character flaws the ways the other routes, but now... wow they were a tool until the end

I still can’t believe that Sothis, Seteth or Flayn are evil though, Sothis seems compassionate and disliked Rhea’s methods - but was she even around then, actually? Because she was asleep for a long time after the war with the Agarthans. So the Nabateans, perhaps already under Rhea’s leadership, were already semi-corrupt.

(That obviously doesn’t justify slaughtering them all down to the last child - Zanado was the civilian population)

Seteth might have been as much of a tool now as then. Though I still hold to my opinion that he’s the last one to hold to Sothis’ “real” mission - which was guard not rule

Of course Rhea believed almost to the last that guarding was precisely what she was doing

Heavens this has so many layers and complexities I love it I want to make a full drawn out novel based on a similar premise

That said they specify very clearly that Seiros and co really did just want to keep the peace. They are benevolent/ paternalistic overlords basically

Almyra seems to have an “Ottoman Harem” situation going on where the King has multiple wives and the heir is whoever is worthiest/strongest rather than the eldest. So from the beginning Claude had many rivals as if the bullying he experienced wasn’t bad enough

So Claude/Khalid is different from Dimitri who was always the rightful crown prince, and Edelgard who never expected to inherit and suddenly found herself catapulted up the line of succession. For him it was always a “maybe”.  

This is an interesting contrast to Edelgard. Her father also had many concubines but it seems she had a good relationship with her siblings regardless.

“He won’t hesitate to plea for his life and considers survival as the ultimate victory. That’s also why Claude is the character who survives in every route. “

The original plan was to slip up and have Nader call him the wrong name. i see why they cut it, it would make everyone involved look like they don’t take the situation seriously

The moment in non-GD routes where he couldn’t predict that Hilda and Judith would sacrifice themselves is ascribed to him “having different values than the people in fodlan”. Ouch. So good at reading people but the cultural difference still bit him in the ass at the worst possible moment.

If you see the Church as Seiros as an analogue to a corrupt medieval church, this certainly fits with the common observation by ppl of different backgrounds that christian countries tend to have an undercurrent of glorifying suffering and self-sacrifice in ways that seem masochistic to ppl from other backgrounds or even local non-believers

The beard was supposed to make him look “adventurous”

“He’s a very good guy” - I mean, yeah.  

The timeskip designs were supposed to “radiate their life style over the last five years” - I certainly see that with, say, Dimitri or Bernadetta

[gay4xmas]

happiest season

first of all i love clea duvall second of all please include poc in shit. i’ll just go outside if i wanna see white people

i respect kristen stewart but she is to millennials what timothee chalamet is to gen z. and no i will not elaborate

damn! santa claus reindeer roplay???

imagine lupita nyong’o and tessa thompson in a lesbian christmas movie??

so dan levy just plays david rose? okay cool. (i luv david and dan levy so it’s all good)

listen i want the one who gets proposed to but if they get me a diamond ring i will end it. if it’s diamond it better be vintage. otherwise just get me anything but diamond.

also yes. i agree with everything david.. i mean john said about marriage.

oh no the my family doesn’t know i’m gay trope. lol

the ol’ roommate lie. lemme guess there’s only one bed too

okay but there’s no way they can look at kristen stewart and think “yes that is a heterosexual”

if someone told me their mom’s name was tipper i would discredit and distrust everything they have to say

yeah people on intsagram are gonna figure out the situation real quick.

mary holland is sweet. i think i’m gonna luv her in this

oh no! they treat her like shit! i’m gonna cry

nevermind there is not one bed.

c’mon jane’s cute. leave her alone.

i’ll be honest tho. if i met a jane irl i would be annoyed. but that’s on me and nothing on a person just vibing.

the old boyfriend trick.

kristen stewart is already so short why not put her in an actual chair. or get her a booster seat.

how many ex’s are they gonna bring back? is this scott pilgrim

ngl it would be tight to move to a city like paris and just go to museums. alas i am a poor

fish are still animals that need to be taken care of! feed the fish!

david’s right

the twins from the shinning are here

being a mother doesn’t make you a better person

she didn’t ask so don’t give advice weirdo

no one appreciates jane and that is so rude

gays can have kids

when her mom said they made gift baskets i was expecting hippies... but they are so much worse... fucking goop??

i don’t care about your sister rivalry. 

oh wow... the mom totally sucks

saying you no longer want to be part of a conversation should be the norm. sometimes you get bored and you want to leave. 

oh yeah nothing to hide except for you homo daughter

do people still want to be friends with people from high school?

like if met up with certain people from high school i’d be like nah. thanks tho but no.

especially if one person still had romantic feelings.

once again david is right!

he’s right but he just killed her fish omg

okay but look wise, aubry plaza is hotter so i say get with the hot one

and i’m telling kristen stewart this

mackenzie davis was hotter in san junipero

big sister knows they lesbianing

okay but texing your girlfriend while being in the same house is kinda cute or maybe i’m a weirdo.

sneak sneak sneak

yeah abby. what are you doing in the closet?

so kristen’s the bottom huh

okay but a milf called harry is lowkey hot

i would drop kick those kids. little weirdos

also mall security your job is not that serious

i bet these people are republicans

i get being scared to come out to your family but harper is kinda lame

even when they’re just talking, kristen and aubry have better chemistry 

yeah her family is totally republican for the way harper treated riley in high school

how did mackenzie davis go from playing one of the gayest characters in san junipero to harper who doesn’t seem very gay? 

the way this movie is playing out seems like harper and abby break up and harper gets with her old boyfriend and abby gets with riley but i don’t think that’s how this will end (in fact i know cuz i looked on wikipedia)

bitch space??? she’s are your parent’s house and you are barely spending time with her. space? go to the moon then

abby deserves better

this is a pro abby and riley blog and an anti harper blog

it’s your fault she dropped the wine harper.. but jane shouldn’t have picked it up

once again the mom sucks!!!

has anyone ever been a part of white elephant? i hate it, it’s so awkward so much second hand embarrassment 

harper has no right getting upset over abby being friends with riley when she’s getting close to her ex boyfriend

riley is just chilling being hot. 

“it’s over. i’m done” end the movie right there that’s all i needed.

if you want her then act like it

damn upper middle class parents are monsters

you pump?

i lowkey thought sloane’s husband was also gonna be gay

stay out of this, sappho

omg harper suuuucks

appreciate jane or parish

yes you are baby

hell yeah girl speak your truth... you still suck tho

omg the parents suck!

“i don’t have any secrets by i am an ally”

we all know politicians ain’t shit and don’t do shit. who cares

ngl.. i didn’t tell my family i was gay for the same reasons as harper. i didn’t know if they would accept me so i kept it hidden for so long but in the end they did. so i can’t hate her for that but she had a gf so she wasn’t alone.

jane got published!!! yes!

i hope the family all bought a copy of jane’s book. not received a free copy but paid for one.

okay this movie was cute. i liked it.

still think abby and riley shoulda been end game

[axwalker]

Now and Then 1: Beginnings

This will be a mini-series (4 or 5 chapters), and I’ll be using the weekly prompts of the lovely  @emceesynonymroll​  WACKY DRABBLES.

This week’s prompt is  #40: “Don’t you ever do that again” and will appear in bold.

Synopsis:  The story of Alexis’s and Drake’s friendship since they met when they were 10 years old until they become roommates after college. (AU) Fluff with a tad of angst. 

MASTERLIST

Warning: This is a +18 blog. Maybe NSFW in the future 

Pairing: Drake x ?, Alexis x ?

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Pixelberry

Word count: 1496

Thanks to my beautiful beta reader @pedudley​

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Now and Then: @ravenpuff02​ 

September 2005

Lexie O’Brien and Drake Walker’s friendship started when they were 10 years old and she had challenged him and his friends to a soccer game. Lexie was fed up. The boys never wanted to play with her or her girlfriends, but they hogged the school’s soccer field every afternoon. She decided to fix it with a simple bet. If the girls won, the coach would have to create mixed teams.

At the end of the match, they were tied 4-4, but the coach was impressed by them and had accepted her proposition.

That afternoon, Drake found himself waiting with her for their parents to pick them up. Lexie sat with her chin resting on her knees, her orange backpack next to her. Drake noticed that it had a badge of Barcelona’s soccer team.

“Barcelona?” He asked, curious.

Lexie beamed at him. “Best team ever!”

“The best team ever is Liverpool,” he said, smugly.

She stood up excited. “What are you talking about?  Barcelona has Ronaldinho!” She took the ball and tried to dribble, unsuccessfully. “One day, I’ll dribble like him,” she declared in a dreamy voice.

He looked at her stupefied. “You’re really intense.”

“That’s what my mom says.” She shrugged.

“Why isn’t she here?”

“She’s working. My abuelita has a Mexican restaurant. Sometimes they’re too busy so she’s late. And your mom?”

Drake lowered his eyes, embarrassed. “She’s not in Cordonia. I live with my dad.” And he’s always late.

She nodded empathetically; adults were a mystery to her. She kneeled down and put her hand over his shoulder. “My dad left too.”  

Drake didn’t reply. He hated to talk about his family. After a silent moment, Lexie kicked a stone, angrily. They had been waiting for more than 30 minutes.  

She suddenly had an idea, she hoped he’d be onboard, but she wasn’t sure. Drake wasn’t the friendliest boy she had met. “Do you live far from here?”

Drake frowned, she sure was nosey. “Like fifteen minutes. Why?”

“Me too! In Valtoria Avenue. We can walk together.”

Drake was angry with his dad for being late. And leaving would teach him a lesson. But he didn’t want to go with her. She was only a girl.

“I’ll go, but you stay here. Your mom will come soon.” He threw his bag over his shoulder and started walking.

She ran and stood in front of him her hands on her hips. “Hey! It was my idea. I want to come too.”

He rolled his eyes, annoyed. “Whatever, just don’t get ran over by a car or something.”

“I know how to cross the street, smarty-pants,” she sassed, annoying him even more.

They walked silently for ten minutes when her stomach growled. “I think I’m hungry,” she admitted as she placed her hands on her belly.

“Yeh, I’m hungry too.”

“Look, Ben and Jerry’s!” She pipped pointing to their left.

He hesitated for a minute; His dad would be furious if he didn’t come home fast. But she seemed really hungry, and he could bet his entire collection of Pokémon cards that she was going to nag him all the way back to their houses, if she didn’t eat something. He had his allowance money in his pocket, so he decided to go for the ice cream.

They chatted all the way back, mostly about Harry Potter. Both of them liked the books more than the movies but they were both waiting the release of the ‘The Goblet of Fire’ frantically.

Her heart stopped when she saw a police car in front of her house. “My mom called the police. She’s going to kill me.”

Drake felt a knot in the pit of his stomach. “That’s my dad’s car, he’s a policeman.”

She widened her eyes. “Wow! That’s cool!”

“Not as much as you think, he’s never there,” he said with a small voice.

Soon, they saw a fuming Jackson and a furious Elena coming out of the house.

“Alexis! What were you thinking?” Elena was enraged but she hugged her daughter tightly. “What you did is so dangerous, Lexie.”

Lexie blushed furiously; she didn’t want to be scolded in front of Drake. “I’m not a little girl, mom.”

“Yes, you are, mija (my daughter). We’ll talk later. Now, go inside, I have to talk Mr. Walker.”, she said pointing her finger to the house

Lexie was about to protest, but her mother was the only human on earth that scared her. She entered the house obediently.

Jackson turned to his son. “You know how irresponsible this was, Drake?”

Drake refused to be reprimanded, it was his father’s fault. “You were late, dad. Again.”

Jackson knew his son was right, since Bianca had left with Savannah, he juggled to maintain a balance between his work and his fatherly duties. And he had to admit that he wasn’t doing a great job.

“That’s not an excuse, Drake. You can’t leave like that.”

Drake wanted to reply, but Jackson interrupted him, raising his hand. “No excuses. Don't you ever do that again. Understood?”

His son nodded and got in the car.

Jackson turned to Elena. “Is everything okay now, Ms. O’Brien?”

“Everything is fine now, thanks for coming with me to the house. I thought I was going to die when I didn’t see her at the school.” She nodded towards the car where Drake was waiting. “I bet he’s hungry. Poor little thing. You can eat with us. I brought tacos dorados from the restaurant. I don’t like to brag but they’re the best in the city” Without giving Jackson time to think, she went to the car and opened the door. “Come on, kid. Let’s go eat.”

Jackson considered his options. He could serve his son a frozen pizza and a bag of salad, or he could let him eat something cooked for once. “Thank you, Elena.”

Elena took Drake to Alexis’s room where she was still brooding. Her face lit up when she saw him. “Drake! I thought you left!”

“Your mom invited us to diner. Well, she actually didn’t give my dad a choice.” He grinned. “It was pretty cool. Usually, no one tells him what to do”

Lexie smiled, proudly. “That’s my mom. She’s very bossy.”

Drake looked around. Her room was chaotic. His dad complained a lot about his mess, but it was nothing compared to this.

He had expected a room like Savannah’s but, it actually was more similar to his own. She had soccer posters everywhere, of the wrong team, but still. She obviously hadn’t lied about loving Harry Potter, she had Hermione Granger’s and Ron Weasley’s pictures all over the walls.

“I thought you were a Harry’s kinda girl, Lex.”

No one had called her Lex before, but she liked it. “I like Harry, but my fave is Hermione. She’s so cool!”

He teased her, “the best friend? You do know that Harry is the main character, right?”

She shrugged. “I like Harry, but I prefer Ron and Hermione. He’s a good friend and she’s the smartest witch. Plus, I bet they’re in love.”

Drake grimaced before speaking. “The coolest is Sirius Black.”

She beamed at him as she pointed to the wall. There was a framed quote:

‘We’ve all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That’s who we really are.’ Sirius Black.

Drake made the desk’s chair spin as he declared, “You’re cool for a girl.”

She squinted at him. “What does that mean?”

“I don’t know, you don’t like Barbies and you play soccer.” He shrugged.

She opened a trunk in the corner of her room. “I do like Barbies. A lot. I just like soccer too. My mom says there’s no girl’s and boy’s stuff. Just stuff”

He sat on the floor, crossing his legs. “My dad wouldn’t agree with that.”

She took out a game of Monopoly. “Is this guy enough for your dad? I have Battleship too,” she said, teasingly.

Drake shook his head; she was a huge pain in the ass, but he kind of liked her. “Monopoly is okay.”

From that day on, Drake and Jackson would often have dinner in the O’Brien’s house. Elena didn’t mind watching Drake when Jackson had a late shift, so the boy spent a lot of afternoons in their restaurant playing and doing homework with Lexie. Jackson took them camping as often as he could. The three of them loved stargazing, so Jackson built with them a homemade telescope to teach them everything he knew about the stars and the constellations. Elena took them to all the Harry Potter movies and book signings. They both loved the sea so one of their parents took them to the beach every weekend. They discovered a hidden cove and named it their place. They used to go there to share their secrets or build forts and sandcastles.

When they were at school, they had other friends as well, but no matter how much Olivia or Liam teased them or how often and fiercely they fought each other, their friendship grew older with them.

[hiccanna-tidbits]

Hiccanna--100 OTP Questions, Part 2

So I said I would finish this OTP question meme someday--and I decided, entirely on random impulse, that “someday” is today!!! My Hiccanna-centered account has not been producing enough Hiccanna content lately, and this simply WILL not do.

QUESTION SOURCE: https://the-moon-dust-writings.tumblr.com/post/159857601812/100-otp-questions

LINK TO PART 1: https://hiccanna-tidbits.tumblr.com/post/635744326176129024/hiccanna-100-otp-questions-meme-part-1 51. Does either of them know how to fight? I mean...canonically yeah, they both do??? Lol I mean Hiccup has his fire sword and obviously would know how to fight with the weapons he makes/invents, and Anna literally just instinctively grabs a sword to protect her buddies in Frozen 2 and I mean we all really love Sword Anna anyways and also she PUNCHES A MAN OFF OF A BOAT so long story short yes they can both fight 52. What do they do for Valentines Day? Anna rents a rom-com and pulls Hiccup down onto their couch to watch it with her, and he kinda internally groans because he figures it’ll be something super sappy and cheesy and Anna will just be squealing with delight the whole time. Legit as soon as the first scene begins, Anna begins brutally roasting the main couple. Turns out it’s a really terrible rom-com and Anna rented it solely to make fun of it. Hiccup is like “aight this definitely wasn’t what I was expecting but I’m on board” Also Hiccup gets Anna like 3 boxes of fancy chocolate because...do I really need to explain? Anna gets Hiccup a particularly aesthetic floral arrangement for their kitchen table, something she knows damn well he secretly likes but would never admit XD 53. Who swears more? Anna, for sure. This tends to surprise people, but Anna is actually a notorious pottymouth when she gets comfortable XD Hiccup has a pretty big and borderline pretentious vocabulary, and so he tends to express his frustration in more...articulate ways when things don’t go his way. Like he’d stub his toe and just say “wow, I’d literally rather saw off my other leg than have to deal with this right now” while Anna, in the same situation, would let loose every curse word known to man XD 54. Who has the better comebacks? Hiccup, absolutely. His smart-ass comments to every conceivable situation on earth go absolutely unmatched. Anna can’t help but envy how he can almost instinctually pull out a near-perfect snide remark within seconds, whilst she, at best, thinks of the ideal comeback in the shower 3 days later. 55. Who would start a fight with another parent at a bake sale? I feel like Anna would seek out the most passive-aggressive, bitchy, entitled Karen and just wait with barely-concealed anticipation for her to say something super awful so Anna can just nail her in the face right in front of all the other moms Hiccup and their kids, meanwhile, can’t help but be awed at their wife/mother’s impressive Right Hook 56. Who reads buzzfeed? Anna. Hiccup keeps being like “you know half the stuff on there is total bullshit, right?” and Anna just shrugs like “who cares? It’s entertaining!” 57. Who is the hopeless romantic? Anna, good god, ANNA. After the whole Hans debacle I imagine she’s a bit more subdued about so openly showing this part of her personality, but at heart she just can’t stop being a romantic. Once Hiccup catches wind of this, he naturally makes a point of frequently surprising her with Grand Romantic Gestures and such, which makes Anna’s entire face go bright fuckin red as she cries out “NO STOP WHAT HAVE I DONE TO DESERVE THIS YOU’RE TOO NICE” 58. Do either of them know how to do a handstand? Nope! They’d both fall on their faces and it would be hilarious. 59. Who can rap better? I love the idea of them both being looped into a rap battle somehow and Anna just dreading it immensely because she figures they both really suck and then when it’s their turn Hiccup comes out and busts out the BEST, MOST SAVAGE RHYMES Anna has ever heard COMPLETELY ad lib and the poor girl just goes completely catatonic with shock for like 10 minutes. 60. Do either of them want to go sky diving? See initially I was gonna say Hiccup definitely would not because it would give the poor boy an anxiety attack, but then I remembered he basically skydives in canon??? And Anna strikes me as a bit of adrenaline junkie too, so fuck it--yeah, I think they’d both enjoy it. 61. What do they usually text about? They talk a lot about movies, games, books, and shows they both like, I imagine--Hiccup especially likes to overanalyze them to ridiculous extents and Anna thinks this is adorable. The rest of the time, they send each other dumb memes and talk about random animal fun facts. Anna likes to brag that her boyfriend knows more lizard trivia than anyone else on the planet, and how many lizard facts does YOUR boyfriend know? Probably little to none, you big loser. 62. Who is the dramatic one? Anna is INCREDIBLY dramatic. Although Hiccup certainly does have a “dramatic flair,” as he puts it, I still think Anna can out-dramatic him, at the end of the day XD Although perhaps admittedly not by much. 63. Is either one confrontational? Anna certainly can be. She’s usually pretty friendly, but if she ever feels like she’s being challenged, demeaned, mocked, or generally not taken seriously, she’s ready to go to WAR. She certainly not as soft as she might look! I imagine there’s situations where someone is being a dick to either Anna or someone else and Hiccup has to physically hold her back to keep her from just decking them XD 64. What is their favourite cuddle position? Probably just good old-fashioned spooning. Hiccup actually really loves being the little spoon (because Anna just makes him feel so damn safe), but he is loathe to admit it. They also have one I like to call the “Needy Cat,” where Anna just goes and completely drapes herself over Hiccup when he’s sitting on the couch. He’s usually in the middle of doing something else, and is forced to find ways to play video games/read his book/watch his show around Anna XD 65. Who are their favourite musical artist(s)? Hiccup has exactly 3 music moods--pretentious classical stuff (to listen to while working on inventions), obscure underground 90s hipster bands no one’s heard of (to play air guitar to when no one else is home), and some more well-known emo/alt rock stuff (to sing along to in the car dramatically). I can see him liking Panic! at the Disco, The Killers, Fall Out Boy, Linkin Park, that kinda stuff. Anna, meanwhile, likes the trashiest, most generic-sounding pop music and refuses to apologize for dancing to it in the car XD She is most DEFINITELY a Swiftie, no question. She also likes some “edgier” bands like Paramore and Hey Monday. She went through a hardcore Avril Lavigne phase in middle school and she still totally listens to her but is embarrassed to say it. Also I feel like Anna would be into 90s/early 2000s boy bands??? She relates to the boys’ endless pining and just flips the genders in her head so the songs are about Hiccup (before they start dating obs) XD I AM DEFINITELY NOT SPEAKING FROM EXPERIENCE HERE, NO SIR 66. What are their parenting styles? Anna would probably be like...kind of stern, when she needs to be, but intensely nurturing as well, if her relationship with Elsa is anything to go by. Hiccup would be a pretty laid-back, chill dad who would probably try too hard to be cool and make no end of absolutely horrible dad jokes XD They both lowkey seem like the kind of parents who would end up letting their kids get away with a lot though lmao 67. Who would be the more laid back one? Hiccup probably. I mean, he IS the pacifist/diplomat guy, besides have you MET Anna??? Girl absolutely has NO chill. 68. Who listens to more vulgar music? Anna, surprisingly! Hiccup just kinda enjoys what he enjoys and doesn’t really feel the need to “prove” anything by listening to songs that swear a lot. Anna purposely listens to vulgar music to feed her hidden rebellious side and because it makes her feel badass XD She honestly kinda hates being written off as 100% wholesome and innocent all the time and will readily pull out the “I’M NOT A SWEET LITTLE FLOWER I SANG ALONG TO THAT SONG THAT JUST SAID FUCK SEE” line whenever given even the slightest chance XD 69. Do either of them have secrets even the other doesn’t know? Kind of depends on when in both their timelines they meet. If they meet in the middle of HTTYD 1 or Frozen 1, they probably wouldn’t tell the other right away that they have a dragon and an ice-powered supersister, respectively XD I definitely think they would as they came to trust each other, though. Also I read a headcanon that Hiccup has burn scars from the Red Death incident where he lost his leg, and that’s why he wears so much armor and generally long sleeves--and I kind of love that. So maybe Hiccup would be cagey with Anna about how he lost his leg and that whole incident for a while before he finally opens up to her about it. Other than that I feel like they’d be pretty honest with one another, other than maybe trying to hide the more embarrassing parts of themselves to impress the other person XD 70. Who is their go to couple for a double date? Jackunzel, obviously! They’d probably all go to an arcade or an amusement park or something else pretty fun and high-energy. 71. Do they tip the waiter/waitress on their date? I mean yes, they’re not huge assholes????? 72. How do they work out a fight? I imagine Anna tends to get more worked up and yelley and loud, while Hiccup doesn’t raise his voice much at all but can say some damn cutting things if he wants to. Since Anna probably gets angrier, I imagine she apologizes first, whether or not the fight was actually on her or not--it’s just kinda this girl’s default to apologize for everything XD She’d probably say sorry for yelling and probably overreacting, while Hiccup would also be EXTREMELY apologetic if he realized he crossed a line with one of his jabs at her. I imagine a lot of what they fight about is Anna doing some impulsive Dumb Shit^TM and Hiccup just being like “oh god DAMMIT that’s DANGEROUS you can’t just go WORRYING me like that!!!” and Anna getting offended because she kinda views this as him being a little overprotective and not trusting her to make her own decisions. Ironically, Anna occasionally also gets mad at HICCUP for doing Impulsive Dumb Shit, so he’s not always nearly as much the Voice of Reason as he thinks XD Hiccup also sometimes gets mad at Anna for not taking better care of herself (take it from a fellow ADHDer--we tend to Wallow in Despair sometimes, or straight-up forget to do basic care things like eat lunch XD)--I have an IRL friend who reminds me a lot of Hiccup and he’s ALWAYS getting on my case about not eating enough, not drinking enough water, constantly berating myself, stuff like that. I imagine Hiccup sometimes slips into Mom Mode with Anna when she gets in a bad spot, which she appreciates after the fact but kind of annoys her at the time because she wants really badly to be independent and all that. Basically TL;DR most of Anna and Hiccup’s fights can be resolved by Anna and Hiccup agreeing to next time Use A Brain Cell before they do a thing, or Anna agreeing to take better care of herself XD 73. Who brings home an illegal pet? In literally every AU possible I like to think that Hiccup brings home some variation of illegal pet XD I mean, it’s probably just a dragon (”just a dragon” is never a string of words I imagined myself using in that order like what do you mean JUST a dragon lmao) in a standard crossover timeline, which he basically does in canon, but I do love the idea of a modern AU Hiccup showing up to their apartment with some kind of weird exotic monitor lizard from Bali and being like “I found him in an alley, he’s gonna live with us now” and Anna is like “D: Is someone gonna arrest you???” And Hiccup is like “Nah, no cops followed me home” and Anna’s like “Okay!!! :D” and then goes to PetSmart to buy a big fluffy bed for her new scaled friend XD 74. What side of the bed do each of them sleep on? I honestly don’t think either would care much, and they usually sleep in a tangled-up mess anyways so by morning you can’t really tell who started on which side XD 75. What is their favorite photo of them two together? One from before they got together: I’m just imagining a big group photo with the Entire Squad (Rapunzel, Jack, Merida, Moana, etc.), and Anna has her arms laced around Hiccup’s neck and her chin on his shoulder and a GIANT smirk on her face. Meanwhile Hiccup is laughing and trying to push her off, but his cheeks are BRIGHT fucking red and he’s trying really unsuccessfully to hide it because he’s a pale boi. Anna loves it because you can so CLEARLY see Hiccup’s blush, and she loves to tease him about how flustered he got around her. Hiccup loves it because it reminds him of what was probably the first time Anna was THAT openly cuddly with him, and how exhilarated and giddy he felt the first time he had her that close to him. 76. Who takes longer in the bathroom? Probably Hiccup, if only because I HC him as a bit of a germophobe who is a tiny bit obsessive about washing his hands sufficiently. 77. Who has more songs on their ipod? Anna, mainly because literally every time she hears a song she likes she’s like “!!!!! Gotta download it!!!!” LITERALLY EVERY TIME. And she wonders why her ipod is always running out of space XD 78. What movie did they first see together? As of the Modern AU Hiccanna one-shot I wrote ages ago, Revenge of the Ancient Dragon Masters! XD If we’re talking movies that actually exist, I imagine it would be a Marvel movie, a Star Wars movie, or some super-fancy-CGI high fantasy epic. 79. What do they like to see each other in? You mean like...which of the other’s outfits would they find the sexiest??? Aight, I’ll take a stab at this. Anna gets literally SO fuckin thirsty every time Hiccup wears his dragon rider outfit (the one from HTTYD 2), like it shows off his cute skinny body in the most perfect possible way whilst making him look like a badass and oh how Anna DREAMS of feeling him up in that! (One day, she finally gets to! XD) She’s also very into the scale armor from HTTYD 3 when she’s in...a very different kind of mood XD As for Hiccup, his favorite outfits of Anna’s are probably her coronation dress and her queen dress, mainly because he loves how she looks in green. He also really likes her travel outfit from Frozen 2, mainly because it’s sexy AND practical and damn, he’s gotta admit, that’s a nice shade of purple and she absolutely SLAYS in it XD 80. Who makes jokes during inappropriate times? Honestly both of them??? Like neither are great at picking up social cues, and Anna canonically DOES do this in Frozen! (Remember her comment about ice-selling being “a rough business to be in right now”???) I can see both of them attempting to lighten a tense mood by making an ill-timed joke, hoping to make things less uncomfortable, and they end up making everything MORE uncomfortable XD Honestly sue me, I love the idea of these two idiots bonding over how terrible they are with social cues in general 81. At what age do they discuss the possibility of children? I imagine not til like...their early 30s, if ever. Like I mentioned in the first part of the questionaire, I actually am not sure if they would even want to have kids at all, but if they DID decide to, it definitely wouldn’t be until they’re older and have settled down a bit, and have (somewhat) gotten both of their lives together. 82. What do they love about each other the most? Hiccup loves Anna’s energy and optimism, and how she’ll basically cheer him on and believe in him with all her being no matter how high the odds are stacked against him. And oh boy does he LOVE how hard she can kick ass when push comes to shove, and how goddamn overprotective she is of him. The sword skills and the general willingness to punch problematic people in the face are definitely up there as well. She’s like the perfect blend of fun and badass, and there’s never a dull moment with her for him. Anna adores Hiccup’s connection with animals and general animal skills, especially with the more less-loved and “scary” of the world’s creatures (i.e. dragons lol). She also loves and admires the shit out of his intelligence and inventiveness, and wishes she could make contraptions half as cool as what he turns out. And, of course, she loves that he’s a pretty humble dude who's actually pretty insecure about his accomplishments, and isn’t some cocky guy wanting to shove them in everyone’s face. And, of course, she loves his sarcasm and his dry sense of humor, and few people can make her laugh as hard as Hiccup can. Before she met him, she had no idea pessimism could be this entertaining XD 83. Who is the one that sees the big picture, while the other focus’s on the small details? Hiccup is very detail-oriented--he has to be, in order to make any of his contraptions work! Anna is very much focused on the big picture and gets stressed and exasperated trying to keep track of details--she figures she’ll either sort through the details as she goes, or Hiccup will help do it for her XD 84. What would they write on their partner’s social media’s for their anniversary? One of my IRL friends wrote “Happy anniversary bro, you’re pretty great” on his girlfriend’s instagram for their anniversary, and she wrote back “Happy anniversary, you’re a good buddy, I love you” and I just XD That’s the EXACT kind of weird dorky nonsense I can see Hiccup and Anna doing for their anniversary tbh 85. Who is bad at math? Anna, bless her soul, needs a calculator for literally EVERYTHING. Hiccup kinda trained himself to be decent at doing math in his head, since he often has to calculate measurements for his inventions and whatnot, but Anna is absolutely atrocious at it and generally would like overly-complicated numbers to not be anywhere near her. 86. Who googles everything? Probably Anna, mainly because she’s pretty forgetful and doesn’t trust her own memory half the time so she feels the need to verify everything on the internet XD 87. Who does stuff on impulse? Anna 100% canonically does, although Hiccup has some shades of this too more than he would ever admit, in fact, for someone claiming to be the Voice of Reason 88. How do they comfort each other when they are helpless to do anything about the situation? Hiccup’s approach is probably just to try and distract Anna and take her mind off of it, which he’ll do by either trying to make her laugh, telling her a story, or explaining one of his inventions to her (which she never gets bored with btw, because everything that boy gushes about is fascinating to her <3). Basically he figures if he entertains her enough, it’ll take her mind off of whatever is freaking her out and she won’t fixate on it as much. Anna’s approach is more to accentuate the positives in a bad situation (although like I mentioned in Part 1, not really in a condescending “count your blessings, it could be worse!” kind of way, but more in a “I hope he’ll feel better if he focuses on happy things” kind of way, if that makes any sense?) and also focus on when Hiccup DID do great and utterly kick ass and tell him he’s always better than he thinks he is. 89. What is an inside joke they have? If anything, him calling her “Tiger” as a pet name (which I think I mentioned briefly in Part 1??? Can’t remember) is this, because in my mind it developed because whenever Anna is about to do some Dumb Shit, or punch someone she really shouldn’t in the face, Hiccup has to physically hold her back like “Whoa, slow down there, Tiger!” This happens so frequently that eventually it just gets shortened to him nicknaming her “Tiger” and all their friends are kind of baffled as to why XD 90. Who makes the other smile with almost no effort at all? Hiccup barely even needs to start talking in funny accents or imitating his dad before Anna is just DYING laughing. She thinks he’s the funniest damn person on earth. He honestly gets a kick out of her impressions too--she can do some pretty amusing ones, if that deleted coronation dress-up scene from Frozen 1 is anything to go by. So the feeling is mutual!!! They’re super good at making each other smile and laugh with little to no effort!!! 91. What is their favourite holiday? I feel like Anna especially would get REALLY into Christmas/Yule, mainly because of how much Elsa can spice it up with her powers. And judging by the OFA short, Arendelle gets very hyped for the holidays in general, so it’s probably hard NOT to have a good time. Anna probably also like Mayday a lot because the dancing, the spring cheeriness, and the flower-related festivities are definitely to her taste. Hiccup just likes the energy and general vibes, and would rather sit back and relax and watch Anna dance around and have fun XD Also dun best believe they BOTH get hella into Halloween, because they’re dramatic motherfuckers who loves to dress up, and it gives Anna an excuse to buy a shitton of chocolate and eat all the leftovers XD 92. Who is the one that is calm and collected while the other is angry and destructive? Lmao Anna is definitely the “berserker” of the two of them. She DOES tend to get destructive when she’s angry, if being ready to fight a giant-ass snowman and smacking a wolf in the face with a lute is anything to go by. Hiccup is definitely the calm and collected one, and very rarely gets genuinely angry. 93. What is their favourite board game to play? Does Dungeons and Dragons count??? I can totally imagine Hiccup being hyped up over that or some other super nerdy RPG game and being so enthused to show it to Anna, who just falls even more in love with him after seeing how EXCITED he gets about it. Of course he’s super eager to teach her, and TBH Anna has a really hard time getting it at first because DAMN these rules are COMPLICATED, but after she finally gets the hang of it, she realizes she absolutely LOVES DnD and RPG games in general (I mean...have you SEEN OFA??? Girl gets just a little TOO into reminiscing about her old play-pretend toys XD) and she and Hiccup constantly geek out about it together. 94. Who accidental sets something on fire? Anna, 100% also this is an ever funnier question if applied to Hiccanna in my Fire!Anna AU 95. Who has the car ready while the other is robbing the store? Anna is waiting while Hiccup robs the store, if for no other reason than that Hiccup is much better at Stealth Mode than Anna is XD Anna’s uncoordinated ass would probably knock over like 5 shelves’ worth of merchandise before reaching what they were actually trying to rob XD 96. What artist/group did they go to for their first concert? I M A G I N E  D R A G O N S lmao Look what can I say Anna likes the Imagine and Hiccup likes the Dragons 97. Who sleep talks? Hiccup. He mumbles about dragons a lot. Sometimes he jolts awake randomly and just yells out “THE DRAGONS ARE IN TROUBLE!” and Anna has to calm him down after she dutifully manages to not burst into laughter at this. Doubly funny if this takes place in a Modern AU. 98. Who is the more social one? Anna! Hiccup generally prefers to either keep to himself or hang out with animals. 99. What are their karaoke songs? For some reason I feel like anything by P!nk??? Idk why, but I can see them like rocking out and singing along to p!nk songs together and getting really into it. Also basically anything by The Killers and, at Anna’s request, The Chainsmokers (Hiccup thinks this is very basic music indeed but goes along with it for her sake XD). AND “Whatever It Takes” by Imagine Dragons. And they sing it LOUD. 100. Who would get up on stage and make a fool of themselves just to make the other laugh? Highkey both of them??? I kinda feel like Hiccup moreso though, if his little comedy routine imitating his dad in HTTYD2 is anything to go off of. He definitely wouldn’t be averse to making an idiot of himself to amuse Anna, especially since she’s so damn cute when she laughs. Anna, for her part, loves returning the favor, and is all about trying to do all sorts of Goofy Antics to amuse her boyfriend. And she’s overdramatic af, so she gets WAY too into it XD

[kurt-nightcrawler]

Feather

Summary: you had a crush on pigeon boy

Word Count: 1.8k

You sighed. You were so hopeless. 

It started out as an innocent crush. He was very attractive and surprisingly, not a total asshole. 

Then time went on, and your “innocent crush” was going to have to get a name change. Six months of silent pining, stolen glances when he wasn’t looking, laughing a little bit more when he made a joke, watching him train with Kurt— you were going to fall for him hard, and when you’d finally hit the ground you would most likely be crushed. 

-

“If I were stuck on a deserted island… hmm… I would pick… Kurt.” 

Your friends were playing some game in your room. You weren’t paying any attention. Instead, you were thinking about Warren. Your history teacher said you’d need to pick partners for a project next time you had class. You really wanted to ask Warren to be yours, but that would be so awkward! Some girl he never really talked to and only knew because of his big friend group wanted to work with him on a project? Yeah, no thanks. He’d probably pair up with Ororo. 

“(Y/N).”

“What?”

“Who would you pick?” Jubilee asked. 

“Pick for what?” 

“If you were stranded on an island, who from the friend group would you pick?” Jean explained. 

“Warren.” 

“Dang!” Jubilee exclaimed. “She didn’t even hesitate. I bet she’s thought about it before.” 

“He has wings— He could fly— We wouldn’t be stuck…” God, you got flustered so easily.

“Uh huh… Look, everyone knows Warren’s hot. You can admit it.” 

“He’s… cute.” You stated awkwardly, trying to not let your big, fat, crush seep through into the conversation.

That was the thing. You’d somehow managed to keep your crush a secret from everyone. I mean everyone— telepaths included! You had absolutely no idea how you did it, but if they did somehow know, then they never did anything to prove so. 

-

You were sitting in the shade under a tree, book in your lap, but ignored for the piece of metal in your hands. It was one of Warren’s feathers.

Since they could shoot out and pierce things, he was encouraged to use them during training, leading to his feathers being reused by Hank for scrap metal for his next big project. You managed to steal one and hide it in the bottom of your sock drawer for two weeks before taking it out and using it as a bookmark. Sometimes you thought about getting a handle or something put on one end to make it a dagger, but you never did. 

You ran your thumb over the tip absentmindedly. Carefully though, so you wouldn’t cut yourself. You were so lost in thought you didn’t even notice when Peter snuck up behind you.

Not noticing Peter was like not noticing a natural disaster. It was near impossible to do. 

“Whatcha got there?”

“A book,” You responded, quickly placing the feather down as a page marker and slamming it shut. 

“I saw something shiny. What was it?”

“Nothing! Just my bookmark.” 

“Can I see it?”

“No.” You held the book tightly in your hands, afraid Peter would try and snatch it. 

You did not, however, think about how he could have just pulled the feather out with super speed since part of it stuck out. 

“Hey!” 

Peter admired the metal feather in his hands. “Where did you get this?”

“Doesn’t matter. Just give it back!” You tried to reach it from Peter’s hands, but he was too fast, dodging you every time. 

“Is this Warren’s?” He asked.

“I said give it back Maximoff!”

“No. I wanna know why you have one of Warren’s feathers!” 

“Hank gave it to me.” You could tell Peter was going to run off with it any moment, so you did the only thing you could think of to slow him down. 

You kneed him in the crotch. 

“Ow!” He balled his fists, causing the feather to bend.

“Peter no!” You cried.

“Why’d you do that? That shit hurt.” You wanted to cry. That feather was one of the most important things you owned and now it was bent. 

“You bent my feather!” 

“Maybe you shouldn’t have kicked me in the dick.” 

“If you had given it back like I asked, I wouldn’t have needed to!”

“Well-” He was hunched over in pain, “-here, take it back.”

You grabbed the feather and your book lying on the grass and ran inside. 

-

You tried to bend it back into place, but you had no success. You screamed in frustration. Why did Peter have to be so nosy? You just could not have nice things, could you?

You stared at the feather. It looked pathetic, all dent and beaten. Just like your stupid one-sided crush. 

You dropped your head against the table, shielding it from view. You didn’t make any sniffling sounds or choked sobs and hiccups as tears fell down your face. You kept the heartbreak hidden. 

Just like your feelings.

-

You didn’t speak to Peter at all. You never really needed to, and when you did need to you just... didn’t. Simple as that.

Peter got mad you weren’t speaking to him. He didn’t see the big deal. Why did the feather have so much meaning to you? You weren’t that close with Hank, and you rarely ever spoke to Warren. He couldn’t figure out why you got so upset.

“It’s your turn, Pete! Ask someone.” 

You avoided his gaze perfectly. If Peter chose you, you would have literally no way to escape conversation. You mentally pleaded for him to not choose you. 

“Uh… (Y/N).” But you were not lucky. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare.” You regretted your decision soon as the word left your lips, but you really didn’t want to talk to him any more than you had to. 

“I dare you… I dare you to tell me why you’re so upset over the feather.” Everyone was confused by his statement. What feather? What kind of dare was this?

“Come on, that’s not a real dare.” You argued.

“Well, it’s my dare I’m giving you. You have to answer.” 

“No.” 

Warren whispered something to Jubilee, but you couldn’t hear. It just made you more unfocused in the moment.

“(Y/N), I gave it back. I’m sorry that I broke it.” 

“Sorry doesn’t fix it! I spent hours trying to fix it and I couldn’t, okay? You stole it and wouldn’t give it back.” 

“You kicked me in the dick!” 

“Because you were going to run off with it!”

“That— That doesn’t mean you can just kick me in the dick!” 

“Wait. You kicked him in the dick over a feather?” Warren asked. He probably thought you were some pathetic child, hurting people over some feather.

“Hank gave her one of your feathers and I broke it. Not on purpose!” Warren’s face shifted from confusion into soft realization. 

“Oh… I could just— I could just give you another one right now.” 

Your eyes were wide, nerves racing. “You don’t have to do that.” 

“Nonsense,” He plucked a feather out without even flinching and held it out for you. 

“Thanks…” You held it tightly in your hand and tried to mask your emotions. 

Your heart was racing— he gave you a feather! He gave you one of his feathers! You were never going to let it go, and you would probably be buried with it. 

“Do we all get feathers?” Scott joked. 

“Piss off Summers.” You couldn’t help but smile a bit. Only you got a feather!

-

You framed it and hung it on your wall. Stepping back, admiring your handiwork, you felt a rush of happiness come over you. The feather was everything to you at the moment.

“Wow. You framed it.” You turned around and looked at him. Warren was standing in your doorway. You felt a little embarrassed, he was probably going to think you were some creep for framing it. You should have just been content with the dent one! Why’d you have to go and cause a scene? 

“It looks nice.” 

“Thank you…” 

“Can I ask you something?” 

I’d let you run me over with a truck. Of course, you can ask me something. You can ask me anything!  “Yeah.” 

“Why’d Hank give you one of my feathers?” 

“I um, I stole it…” You sheepishly admitted, avoiding eye contact. 

“You could have just asked me for one. I wouldn’t have cared.” 

“Oh no. I could never— That would be weird. This situation is kinda weird.” 

“Oh.” He sounded disappointed. “Why did you steal it from Hank?” 

You froze for a moment. You could not let him know about your undying love you’ve been harboring for six months. Wait— Did you call it an undying love? Were you at that level now? Oh god… 

“I just… I think your wings are cool. I think they’re cool. The feather was cool. Um… yeah.” 

“Oh. I thought they like, freaked you out, or something. You’re kinda quiet around me.”

“What? No! Never, I just, suck at small talk.”

He nodded, “You’re chatty with the rest of our friends.” 

You were panicking. If you couldn’t explain yourself, Warren would live the rest of his life thinking you hated him! You couldn’t live with that.

You had to coBeforeme clean about the truth. 

“I’m in love with you.” 

He didn’t say anything at first. You were ready to jump out the window and fall to your death. 

Then he spoke. “Oh.” 

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything. I’m just gonna—” You motioned to the window, ready to have the floor swallow you whole. 

Before you could even take one step, Warren grabbed your hand. “Please don’t do that.” The emotion was evident in his eyes. 

You were going to open your mouth and speak, but you couldn’t. His lips were pressed against yours, moving together. Your free hand cupped the back of his neck, ghosting the ends of his hair. He wrapped his other hand around your waist pulling you closer, your chests touching. You didn’t want to stop, afraid that if you did, you’d wake up from some dream. 

But Warren broke away to breathe. Your eyes bore into his. Neither of you wanted to speak, unsure of what to even say. 

“I didn’t do that just because you were about to jump out a window. I mean, I did, but I also like you. A lot. And I thought you were maybe intimidated by me because you were fine around everyone else but you never really said anything to me. Then I thought, maybe I’m not trying enough, but then I also thought, space is good and you may not want anything to do with me and—” 

You kissed him again. You broke apart after a few moments of lingering lips. 

“I didn’t mean to cut you off, but you were rambling, and um, I thought you wouldn’t mind. I’m sorry.” 

He blushed and shook his head, “No, you’re— you’re fine. Great, actually.” 

“Oh?”

“Yeah,” He nodded his head slightly. “Um,” He glanced at your lips and then looked up into your eyes. He slowly leaned in and you followed.

[blackcatanna]

First impressions of Hakuoki characters:

Hijikata: Sebastian from Black Butler realness. Is mean but in a reluctant way. Like a Mum who is in charge of discipline because her husband (Kondou) is incapable of laying down the law. I like him but I would like him more if the game wasn't sucking his dick so hard. He has good hair. Please don't kill me, Hijikata!

Okita: He is handsome (duh) but seems a bit too eager to kill his own men... Ugh, now he's making me thank him. His idea of humour is threatening to kill you. He's like an old cackling witch who was shunned by the world and is taking it out on anyone he has power over. I enjoy him but I find it hard to relate to someone who takes pleasure in tormenting the helpless. Big dom energy. Probably enjoyed tying you up a bit too much. I want to fight back but I have a feeling that there is no script for bratty Chizuru. :'(

Saito: The Chosen One. He is dangerous but also adorable. He saved mah life *swoons*. He is HELPFUL. He has beautiful impractical hair. He is CONCISE. He is POLITE. He just seems like a great person to have around... If he's on your side (R.I.P. Itou). Alas, we can never be wed, for he is already married to his sword... Or maybe it's Hijikata... Or Okita... Or tofu. He has a lot of commitments.

Harada: He has red hair. Me like red hair. I feel like all three of them are way too casual about my impending doom. Not getting friendly vibes here. However, it turns out that he's pretty great! A bit too chirpy for my liking, though. Because I'm a miserable bitch (goth), I guess. The baka trio are all more boisterous and outgoing than I would be comfortable being around but I like them on their own. Harada is my favourite, though. Definitely the Mum of the trio. I guess that makes him the cool aunty of the Shinsengumi? He has the best Kazama burns and I will always love him for that.

Heisuke: I wish that the others would stop treating him like a child. Maybe they would if he stopped taking their bait. He's the most openly friendly of the group and that means a lot when you're surrounded by new people (and are being held against your will). He looks like an angry wildcat. I like cats so that's fine, I guess.

Kazama: Ew. Can you tell that I don't like him? Fuck this wannabe nonce. Actually, no! Don't fuck him! That's what he wants! Just stab him real good. He cannot control his temper. I do not respect that. He is racist. He is too scared of rejection to court a girl and get consent. He is really handsome but he has the worst personality so I feel no attraction to him at all. Not even for a hate fuck. No. Go away.

Nagakura: Ah, the classic pervert! We love a slut! I kept forgetting who he was, though. Sorry. Clearly, he has hidden depths but I have yet to find out what those are. Is a little bit too violent. Needs to calm tf down. I don't really have much else to say about first impressions. At first, the baka trio were just loud, wacky background noise.

Sannan: Seems fine, I guess... Fairly reasonable. If he was such a sweet, fluffy bunny before his injury, why was everyone so scared of him? He has a pleasantly calm aura. However, he needs to work on his diplomacy. Demanding blood while brandishing a sword is extremely un-chill of him. I also enjoy wandering around eerily in the middle of the night so we have that in common. Definitely gives off sinister vibes.

Yamazaki: Ninja Nurse Mum! He is clever, selfless, dedicated and reliable! He deserves a better hairstyle XD Sorry Yamazaki! The rat tail is not a strong look but he probably has more important things to worry about like SAVING LIVES and coming up with new moves to shout out in combat. I am excited to do his route because he deserves all the happiness.

Iba: The most beautiful one. He's rich, good looking, friendly and has had a crush on you for years. He also rescues you from the Shinsengumi on numerous occasions to hang out and eat delicious desserts. He's very cute. Definitely too good to be true. Everyone has a dark side and it concerns me when someone locks theirs away so much. Or maybe he really is that 2D. Iba is so perfect that they had to give him the Demon Arm of Horniness because they didn't want to tarnish him with a human flaw. I would probably be obsessed with him if he was real but, as a character, I don't find him that interesting.

Sakamoto: I still have no idea who this man is. He creeps me out, though. I don't remember why, I just remember being creeped out when you first meet him. Maybe he should mind his own business.

Souma: Puppy? Who threw this poor guy to Harada and Nagakura? Wow, I finally have underlings. However, they are probably not here against their will. He looks scared so he must have some brains. I haven't played his route yet so I don't know much about him.

Nomura: Horny Puppy! This isn't really a first impression (except for in the sense that all of my impressions are initial because I haven't played much with him in yet) and is totally spoilery but there's a bit in Edo Blossoms where they're making fun of him for being terrible with women and how it'll take him ten years to figure them out. At the time, I thought, "Bit harsh, guys. He could very easily die tomorrow and then he'll never get any." AND THEN HE DID. Die, that is. Not get laid. R.I.P.

Kondou: Married to Hijikata. They have loads of terrible children. Fun Dad. Thinks that he's a cool Dad but there are no cool Dads. Everyone talks about how nice he is and how everyone loves him but it's hard to appreciate that when he's debating whether or not to feed you to Okita. Turns out, he is kind but very busy. Definitely a secret badass. Very secret. He gives off friendly bear vibes.

Inoue: Friendly Grandad who is way younger than he looks. Not datable so he is mostly in the background, just being kind, helpful and dependable. He is warm but calm and comforting to be around.

Shimada: Gruff undatable anime guy who is not a bishie and so his brave and heroic acts often go unnoticed.

Motoyama: Bless him for trying to be a wingman. Why is he so scared of the Shinsengumi? Scary poor people with swords? He is very good at his job. Needs to calm down with the winks and nudges.

Itou: This Bitch. He could be fabulous but he loses points for mocking the disabled. He's Regina George. Except he actually dies. Is very camp. Would be great to go shopping with him. Not necessarily gay but is the gay best friend you deserve, not the gay best friend you asked for. Is a bitch but also sometimes the only sane person in the room. He's not reading you, he's just being real with you because you're Shinsengumi Sisters.

Miki: Bitch by Association. "Darling." Doesn't seem totally evil, just trying to do his best by his brother. Relies on tough guy image. Doing his job but happens to be on team Bitch. Also, he is a handsome boi.

Takeda: Fabulous Cunt. Should be too beautiful to be such a disaster human and yet here we are. Starts off as a bit of a prick, ends up (spoilers) feasting on the flesh of innocents... Is that a glow up? He's a dirty cop. Nobody likes him X_X :'(

Shiranui: GUNS! SHOOTY SHOOTY! He has a lot of aggression and he channels it through his GUNS. He always looks somewhat maniacal. Needs to take a chill pill.

Amagiri: Infuriatingly calm enemy with infuriating facial hair. He seems pretty chill and not bloodthirsty so... Good? He punched Heisuke, though, so RAAAAAAAWR!!!!

Kodo: Worst Dad. Scalpels > kunai. Took a level in WTF while he was away (hopefully he wasn't always like that).

Kaoru: Why can't I dress like that? :'( Definitely evil.

Sen: Hey, don't tell me off for protecting you! Can we be best friends?! I'M SO STARVED OF FEMALE CONTACT!!! More of this queen, please. She is powerful, kind and she is honest! I wanted to run away with her while Saito and Heisuke were away :') But the game didn't let me :'(

Kimigiku: GOALS. Why can't I be disguised as a geisha (except for that one time) :'( GET THIS QUEEN A ROUTE. She is beauty she is grace. I wish that I looked more like a woman and less like a child. I want her to be my friend too. She can teach me her womanly arts!

Chizuru!: She's fine. Much less annoying than she could easily be. Too pure for this world. A fine example of woman (well, she looks like a child). Her disguise is useless. Pretends not to be thirsty but rushes past Itou to see shirtless men. HMMMMMMM.

[shinichirosbabymama]

Colin Ritman x Reader

A/N: Okay so my first Colin x Reader fic is finally here! I was super nervous about writing him so I’m sorry if it feels a little ooc. Also there is EXPLICIT SMUT near the end of this chapter so I’m warning you all in advance that this is piece is nsfw. Please let me know what you think and enjoy!

‘Ritman!’ You snapped, your chair creaking loudly as you turned to face him. ‘Have you been fucking about with my code again!?’

Colin didn’t move and merely shifted his eyes over to you with a bored expression.

‘If ‘fucked about with’ means vastly improve in your world then yes.’

You had to bite your tongue to stop yourself from spewing a litany of swear words as you glared at him.

‘That is not your place. It’s my game so just leave it alone.’

‘I care about the future of Tuckersoft so I will have to refuse your order.’

‘What the fuck does that mean?’ You snapped standing up quickly. Colin, annoyingly, didn’t move a muscle and stared at you over the top of his glasses.

‘Oi you two pack it in!’ Mr Thakur shouted from his own office on the far side of the room.

You lowered your tone to a harsh whisper in response. ‘Don’t touch my shit again.’

With that you turned back to your desk, feeling only the slightest hint of immaturity over your outburst.

The truth was that Colin’s ability to create and programme one cutting edge game after another made you sick with envy. You did want to be as good as him but you didn’t want your hand held to get there.

That evening the two of you were both forced to work late as penance for your argument earlier in the day. Mr Thakur had set you both a ‘special project’ to brainstorm ideas for a new concept. He wanted it to be, as he’d put it, like ‘nothing he’d seen before’.

‘My brain is fried.’ You complained leaning back in your chair to stare aimlessly at the ceiling.

Colin continued typing away, a pencil sitting precariously between his lips where he had been scribbling ideas down.

‘I think we’re close to a breakthrough.’ He murmured.

‘For you maybe.’ You scoffed in response.

‘Then work with me.’ Colin’s eyes finally left the screen to look at you.

You looked away to avoid the intensity of his gaze, choosing to worry at a loose thread attached to your jumper sleeve instead. ‘Why bother you’ve already got it in the bag.’

‘If I already had it I wouldn’t be here. I require your assistance.’ Colin’s gaze continued to bore into you in a way that made you want to squirm.

‘Fine.’ You conceited, finally meeting his eyes as he pulled out a chair next to him and gestured you to sit. You stood up and sat next to him, painfully aware that this is the closest you’ve ever been to him.

‘This is the problem. There’s too many choices available for the game to handle and it’s causing it to crash.’ Colin explained, running his hands through his hair in frustration as you watched the screen flicker and glitch.

‘Then surely you’re over complicating it.’ You mused, moving closer to him in order to access the keys and bring up what appeared like an endless number of available scenarios hidden within the code.

‘It’s supposed to be like that.’ Colin grumbled, once again failing to run the game smoothly.

‘Just simplify it, the outcomes are more important anyway and the player won’t know the difference.’

‘And how do you propose we do that and still make anything that reaches the standard Mr Thakur wants?’

‘We’ll just have to get creative.’

This was the start of a very long night. You and Colin exhausted what felt like an endless amount of possibilities for the protagonist for the game the two of you had completed.

Despite the whole process taking hours and the two of you experiencing one failure after another, you found yourself warming to him. He was patient with you in a way he hadn’t appeared to have been before and the way he looked at you with intense concentration when you spoke made you soften.

‘Okay so here’s an idea.’ You began nervously, taking a drag of one of Colin’s cigarettes as you perched on the seat next to him. ‘Give the player the option of letting the final boss defeat them, so they die, and access the secret level.’

‘Secret level?’

You suddenly felt incredibly out of your depth trying to explain your idea to Colin but tried your best to hide your nerves.

‘It’s just that - traditionally speaking - the game ends when your character is killed. But I don’t think that has to be the case here. The possibilities are endless really but I just think an afterlife level could be kinda cool.’

Colin paused for a moment, the cigarette hanging from his lips as he clasped his hands together in deep thought.

‘Looks like I’ve been underestimating you.’ Colin said with a smirk and only the slightest hint of flirting that made your face heat up.

‘Shut up.’ You teased in response, moving to tidy up the notes you’d hastily scribbled down but Colin moved his hand to gently touch your knuckles.

‘Come on it’s late, we need to be up to be back in here in like 4 hours.’

‘Wow that’s not like you at all.’

‘Well as much as I’ve been enjoying our little team building exercise I could do with a smoke.’ Colin muttered with a stretch.

‘Okay.’ You nodded, the weight of how long you two had been sitting down together finally washing over you as you stood unsteadily.

‘How are you getting home?’ Colin asked casually as he shoved his various dog-eared notebooks into his bag.

‘At this time probably a taxi.’ You shrugged, unable to ignore the slight tension in the air between the two of you as Colin looked up at you.

‘Do you not drive?’ You shook your head. ‘Well I do have a spare room so you can stay at mine if you like, it is pretty late.’ Colin muttered quickly, pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his nose as he spoke. ‘But totally up to you, I can always drive you home.’ He added nervously.

‘It’s okay I’ll stay.’

Colin’s flat was a weird and wonderful place. You were surprised by the variety of lights strung around the room that created different hues changing from moody blues and greens to vibrant oranges on the plain cream walls.

‘You’re such a pothead.’ You teased, eyeing the various grinders scattered on his coffee table.

‘Everyone has something.’ Colin shrugged, procuring a pre-rolled joint from a small wooden box hidden on his bookshelf. ‘Care to join me?’

You nodded in response, plucking the joint from his fingers and allowing him to light it for you as you inhaled deeply. Your eyes watered as you fought the urge to cough, the thick smoke filling your lungs. You exhaled slowly, noticing the way Colin’s eyes flicked down to your lips as you did.

‘That’s better.’ Your voice sounded much softer as the two of you plonked yourselves down on Colin’s sofa. The two of you smoked in silence for a few minutes enjoying the start of the high.

‘I’m surprised you’re here. I thought you hated me.’ Colin smirked, taking the joint from you.

‘I have never hated you.’ You started defensively.

‘So what is it then?’

‘Your head might explode if I say it.’

‘My ego isn’t as bad as you think it is.’

‘Doesn’t stop you being brilliant though.’ You said with an eye roll.

‘Is that sarcasm?’

‘I wish it was.’

Colin gave a low chuckle. ‘Well if you want to be as good as me I suggest you start working with me.’

‘Oh piss off.’ You replied but there was no venom in your voice as you poked his thigh with your foot.

‘Do you think we’re in control?’ Colin asks, suddenly changing the subject.

‘What? Like right now?’ You squinted at him, eyes sore from the smoke contained within the room.

‘Do we have the ability to make choices for ourselves, or is our path already determined.’ Colin goes on leaning back into the sofa as he stretches out, looking up towards the ceiling.

‘I think you’re extremely high.’

‘Y/N you have the ability to see beyond the linear definition of time as we know it. That idea you had this evening showed it.’

‘That doesn’t mean I believe that we’re being mind controlled by the government or whatever it is you rattle on about in the office.’ You giggled, prodding him again when he gave you a sullen expression.

‘So what do you believe?’

‘Well...’ You fiddled with the long extinguished end of the joint in your fingers. ‘I don’t really think we can be ‘free’ in the true sense since we are far too driven by instincts, desires and stuff it’s that whole avoid pain and seek pleasure thing.’

‘So hypothetically...’ Colin begins and you watch him remove his glasses as he begins to nervously play with the rim. ‘If I wanted to fuck you right now, is that a decision I’ve made because of free will or because of my desire to seek pleasure.’

You felt your mouth go dry as the air between the two of you became static with tension. You looked up at him, the tip of your tongue caught between your teeth as you considered his statement.

‘I guess you would have to find out after the fact.’

Colin was on top of you almost instantly, his bony hips nestled painfully between your legs as he crushed his lips against yours.

‘I take that as a yes then?’ He asked, quickly pulling away to study you with his bloodshot eyes.

‘Yes yes please.’ You replied hurriedly, pulling him back into you and drinking him up with your kiss as you raked your fingers through his blonde hair.

The two of you rocked against each other for a while both desperately seeking friction as you kissed feverishly. Eventually the lack of contact became overwhelming and you helped Colin remove his shirt, aching for the sensation of his naked skin against yours in your weed-addled state.

‘Fuck Y/N I’ve wanted this for so long.’ Colin breathed as he pressed sloppy kisses across your naked collarbones, his long fingers hastily undoing your bra. The sound of his low voice in your ear turned you on immensely and you found yourself growing wet at just the sound alone.

‘Why didn’t you tell me?’ You replied breathlessly, nearly ripping his jean buttons off as you struggled to undo them.

‘Thought you hated me.’ He replied, pulling your jeans off in one quick movement and running his warm palm over your underwear-clad pussy in a way which made you gasp and arch upward towards his hand.

‘Quite the opposite.’ You said with a hiss of pleasure, pushing your hand into his boxers to feel the length of him warm and pulsing in your hand.

‘Let me...’ Colin began, beginning to move down your body and sending you a glance as he waited for you to confirm that this was okay. You gave a shy nod as he peeled away your underwear, offering a smirk as he ran his index finger up and down your wetness. You let out a whine of frustration and fortunately he didn’t torture you for long, diving straight in and lapping away at your folds.

‘Your pussy tastes so good.’ Colin groans against you which in turn causes you to tug on his short hair, desperate for more as he sucks on your clit. Colin, who you were so used to listening to drone on about code and algorithms, was now driving you insane using that same voice to tell you how good you tasted. His face was the same picture of concentration he used at work as he swirled his tongue around you, expertly licking and sucking in response to each one of your moans.

‘That’s it, come for me.’ Colin instructed, his finger working its way inside you and roughly massaging your g spot as you came all over his mouth, writhing wildly within the small space of the sofa.

Colin reappeared after you finally stopped shaking, his lips shiny with your cum as he gazed down at you. ‘I should have done this sooner.’ He mused, his finger gently prodding at your mouth as you sucked it greedily in return. Colin bit his lip in response clearly enjoying your submissive attitude.

‘What now?’ Colin urged you, slowly rocking his hips against yours as he soaked his boxers with your wetness.

‘Fuck me please.’ You groaned, widening your legs to feel his hardness against you.

‘Say it again. I’ve wanted to hear it for so long.’

‘Fuck me pleeease.’ You whined, gripping his hips and causing him to rut against you.

‘As you wish.’ Colin said through gritted teeth, quickly discarding his boxers and guiding himself slowly into you.

The two of you both swore quietly as he pushed himself fully inside. Colin rested his head against yours for a moment, eyebrows furrowed in pleasure as he began to slowly rock against you. The sensation of his cock filling you was overwhelming and you allowed yourself to moan freely as he fucked you.

‘Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum if you keep doing that.’ Colin hissed, roughly grabbing your thigh as he began to fuck you harder as his hips slapped against your thighs obscenely.

‘Don’t stop please.’ You gasped, holding onto his hips for dear life as he continued to fill you.

‘I used to think about fucking you all the time at work.’ Colin panted in your ear, ‘wanted to drag you into the nearest cupboard and take you right there.’

The sound of his voice in your ear sent your mind in overdrive as you wrapped you legs tightly around him. ‘Fuck I wish you had. I’ve wanted this cock since day one.’ You whimpered in response.

That sent Colin over the edge pretty quickly and he only gave himself a second to pull out before spilling all over your stomach.

‘Shit sorry.’ He said sheepishly, squinting at you without the use of his glasses.

‘It’s fine. It was hot.’ You giggled, grabbing a nearby box of tissues to clean you both off.

Colin lay down next to you, automatically taking you in his arms and shifting so that you lay on his chest. You were starting to really love the way his lanky form enveloped you and the two of you lay in comfortable silence as caught your breath.

‘So you don’t hate me then?’ Colin finally asked after a few minutes. 

In response, the two of you merely broke down laughing.

[anxiously-unsatisfied-world]

The Heart’s Home Chapter 8

A/N: So, it’s been nearly four months since I updated this? Oops. I got busy writing for other fandoms and cosplaying and stuff but here’s this. Our favorite emo boy makes an appearance! :D

Warnings: Vague indications of abusive parents (like nothing explicit this chapter - the parents are referred to as strict not abusive but still); vague food mention (let me know if anything else needs to be tagged!)

Word Count: 2307

Main Four Sides / Other Characters 

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7

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It takes no time at all to decide on what to eat from the food court and Logan goes over to order as he’s the least likely to forget all three of their orders. Meanwhile, Patton and Roman find a table, settling down and waiting for Logan to return.

While they wait, Roman idly starts humming a Disney song which turns into a game where they each sing a line of a song until one of them messes up or forgets the lyrics. Roman has a tendency to make up words whenever he forgets the line (though it doesn’t happen often - not with Disney songs), the new lines sending Patton into fits of giggles each time.

By the time Logan arrives with their food, Roman and Patton are in stitches of laughter as they’ve abandoned the game in favor of making up the most ridiculous lines sung vaguely to the tune of Disney songs.

Logan simply smiles and sets down their food, distributing napkins and everything before sitting down himself. “I see you two are having fun.” Logan comments and Patton nods eagerly.

“We sure are!” Roman agrees, “Our little sunbeam here is really good at coming up with random lyrics that still rhyme!”

Patton giggles softly as Roman praises him, a wide smile on his face. He wiggles happily in his seat as Logan, in turn, gives him a proud smile.

“Then it seems we have a little poet on our hands,” Logan says and Patton manages to light up even further, becoming an utter ball of sunshine and happiness (not that he wasn’t already)

It’s nearly silent while the three of them eat, each too ravenous to consider taking a break to say something when it could be said once lunch is over.

The next store they head into after finishing lunch is Hot Topic, due to the massive amount of fandom merch inside. Patton rushes over to the Harry Potter stuff the minute he spots them, his eyes wide with excitement and awe.

“There’s so much!” Patton squeals as he looks over all the pieces of jewelry and clothing.

“That’s true!” Roman agrees, looking at Patton with a curious expression. “This does bring to mind that we don’t know what your Hogwarts house is.”

“I haven’t taken the official quiz yet but I’ve always thought I’m either a Gryffindor or a Hufflepuff.” Patton looks closely at a Gryffindor shirt with a grin.

“Hmm, yes. Perhaps a Gryffindor?” Logan comments, looking lost in thought as he puts together what little he knows of Patton’s behavior and past with the common traits of the house. “Gryffindors do have a strong sense of morals as well as being trusting, both of which seem to suit you.”

“Well, why don’t we buy Gryffindor stuff or generic merch until we know for sure?” Roman suggests. “If you don’t turn out to be a Gryffindor, then you could say you got it because it’s Harry’s own house.”

Patton’s eyes light up at that and he nods eagerly. “That sounds great! Though, I’m curious… What are your houses?” Patton glances between them with a curious expression. Logan seems like a Ravenclaw if the way his room was set up is any indication, but Roman… Roman seems like he could belong to almost any of the houses.

“I am a Ravenclaw,” Logan confirms and Patton grins that he got it right. He then looks to Roman curiously, wanting to know since he can’t seem to put a house to him.

“I am a Slytherin.” Roman presses a hand to his chest, leaning forward and almost whispering this to Patton as if it were some big secret.

“Ooh. Cool!” Patton says with wide eyes. That was one he considered but only briefly so it’s kind of a surprise, but a good surprise.

“Surprised, are we? In addition to being ambitious, we Slytherins are creative beings! Not to mention charming and self-reliant.” Roman boasts, gesturing dramatically and nearly hitting something on a nearby display, causing Patton to giggle at his sheepish expression. “Sounds fitting, does it not?”

“Yeah! It does now!” Patton says happily and Roman grins at him.

They start picking out merch for Patton to take home, though neither Logan or Roman is able to resist bringing something small home for themselves. It certainly doesn’t hurt when Patton mentions that they’ll match since they all got their house variant of the same bracelet, making the additional purchase worth it in their eyes.

After grabbing everything Harry Potter they want, Roman and Logan let Patton wander the store to see if there’s anything else he might like. The Pokemon section catches his eye but Patton decides to go there after making a full circle in the store.

The ceiling-high displays of T-shirt designs manage to grab his attention and keep it upward, so much so that he’s not looking where he’s going. A hand reaches out and grabs his shirt causing him to realize that he’d nearly walked into a display without meaning to.

Patton looks to the source who had stopped him, his eyes going wide with awe, even as the kid shrinks back a bit nervously. The kid lets go of his shoulder and draws his hoodie in around himself tighter.

“Hey,” Patton says softly, able to sense how nervous the boy is. “Thanks for stopping me! Would have hated to knock something over. I can be a bit clumsy sometimes.” Patton says, laughing softly with the hope to dispel some of the boy’s nerves.

It seems to work when the other’s lips quirk up slightly and he relaxes a bit, straightening the purple and black hoodie instead of using it as a protective barrier.

“It was no problem. Is this your first time to Hot Topic?” The boy asks, sliding his hands into his hoodie pocket and watching him with ice blue eyes hidden under a layer of black fringe.

“Yeah! It is. It’s really cool here!” Patton says with all the eagerness he usually has, causing the boy to snort softly.

“Yeah. I’ve been shopping here for a while.” The boy says and boy does he look it. Nearly everything he has on, aside from the purple patches on his hoodie, is black much like the clothes surrounding them.

Patton grins at him brightly and he looks a bit surprised at how much Patton seems to enjoy talking to him. Is he used to people not wanting to spend time with him? Patton’s heart breaks at the thought and he decides then and there that he’s going to become this boy’s friend, no matter what.

“I’m Patton! What’s your name?” Patton asks, tilting his head slightly, which the boy can’t help but find cute. He’s like a puppy, all energetic and innocent-like.

“Virgil.” The boy says before making a face slightly as if anticipating how Patton will react. “I know! It’s a kind of weird name, but I like it. It matches my sister’s, at least a little.”

“Wow! That’s such a cool name and it’s awesome that you match with your sis. Are you close to her?” Patton smiles as Virgil brightens a bit at the question and Patton’s positive reaction.

“Yeah. She takes me shopping as much as she can. She likes this store too. It’s kind of where I got it.” Virgil says, a small smile playing at his lips.

Before Patton has a chance to say anything else, he hears Logan call out, “Patton? Did you find anything?”

Patton gives a half-apologetic smile to Virgil, who looks a bit dejected that they’ll have to part so soon. “Yeah - kinda!” Patton calls in response, knowing they’ll be able to find him as the store isn’t that big.

But before they do find him, someone with long black hair approaches them. “Oh, Virgil, who is this?” Her voice is soft and kind, clearly meant to be comforting.

“Hi! I’m Patton! Virgil helped stop me from running into a display.” Patton says with a sheepish grin.

“Yeah, he’ll do that.” The girl says with a fond smile. “It’s nice to meet you, Patton. I’m Violet, his older sister.”

Patton grins up at her, about to say something else when he hears Roman speak from behind him. “Oh, there you are, Patton! I see what you meant by kinda.” Roman laughs softly and Patton smiles at that.

“Yeah. Virgil helped prevent me from running into something while I was distracted by the T-shirt displays.” Patton says and Roman smiles down at Virgil.

“Thank you for assisting, young knight.” Roman bows his head a bit, almost going a bit too far with the dramatics this time. It’s not like he could do a proper bow in the middle of a store like this - though maybe if prompted, he would.

Virgil gives a slightly confused expression but rolls with it, “I couldn’t let him get hurt like that.” Virgil says with a small shrug. He can’t help but bring his arms up around himself, feeling anxious that Roman would respond negatively, even if he logically knows that wouldn’t happen.

Roman just smiles at that before turning and talking a bit to Violet, allowing the attention to fall away from the anxious boy. Virgil lets out a soft sigh in relief and looks at Patton. “Is he always like that?”

Patton giggles and nods, “Yeah. He’s so dramatic about, like, everything but it’s nice.”

“I bet...” Virgil says wistfully. He can’t help but feel a bit envious of Patton in that moment. He can easily imagine how nice it would be to live with Roman as a caretaker, much better than his own current living situation.

Patton notices the slight change in his mood and tilts his head as he figures out a way to brighten Virgil’s expression, not liking the sad and forlorn expression currently on his face. “Hey, Virgil. What is a cat’s favorite color?”

Virgil furrows his eyebrows at the sudden question. “Uh, I don’t know. What is it?”

“Purr-ple,” Patton says with a grin. Virgil covers his mouth as he lets out a soft laugh and Patton’s eyes brighten with delight that it worked.

Patton keeps telling Virgil cat jokes until there’s no trace of that sad expression on his face. When they look back at Roman and Violet, both of them realize that Logan’s arrived, though Virgil looks slightly confused as to who he is.

“That’s Logan. And the one you met earlier is Roman.” Patton explains upon seeing his confusion and Virgil nods.

“Are they your dads?” Virgil asks softly, not wanting anyone other than Patton to hear this.

“Yeah, I guess so. They recently adopted me so I’m still adjusting to having them as parents but yeah.” Patton says and Virgil’s eyes widen, filling with a mix of emotions that Patton can’t quite read. Is relief one of those emotions?

“That’s chill. They seem nice.” Virgil says and Patton easily agrees, talking a bit about his experiences with them so far while Virgil listens to every word.

While they talk, the adults are also talking amongst themselves. It started as basic introductions and has now moved onto talking about the boys. They learn that Patton and Virgil are going to be going to the same school this fall and that they’ll be in the same year.

“That’s good. I was worried that Patton wasn’t going to have any friends at this school.” Roman says, “But it looks like he and Virgil are on their way to being friends.”

Violet smiles and nods, “I know. Virgil usually keeps to himself but it’ll be good for him to have a friend his age.”

“Maybe we should schedule them to hang out over the summer so they can grow closer before the year actually starts?” Logan suggests, already pulling out his phone to exchange phone numbers.

“I mean, if he’s in my care for the day, then definitely,” Violet says, looking a tiny bit uncomfortable. “Our parents probably won’t let him go to a friend’s house, though, they’re a bit...strict.”

Something about that last word sounds off to all three of them as if it’s obvious that it’s not exactly the correct word to describe their parents. But Logan and Roman don’t say anything about it as it’s not their place to, they’ve only just met the two after all. They can’t pry into their home life just yet.

Logan and Violet exchange numbers before they all turn to Patton and Virgil, finding the boys still chatting softly. “Virgil,” Violet says softly to get her brother’s attention. “I think it’s time we let them return to their shopping. We still have stuff to get as well before we go home.”

Virgil nods, looking a bit dejected at having to leave Patton so soon, not when he’s found someone that seems to like him for him that’s not related to him. Patton notices and smiles at him. “Awe, it’s okay, Virge! I bet we’ll see each other again soon!”

“That’s right. You boys will be going to the same school this year - you might even share classes.” Logan says, hoping to cheer Virgil up. “Besides, you might get to spend time together while you’re still on break.”

Virgil nods, taking a deep breath to calm himself. “Okay. See you soon, Patton.” He says before walking over and taking his sister’s hand, letting her walk them away.

“See ya!” Patton hollers after him and turns to Logan and Roman, still smiling but it’s obvious that he misses the boy even after knowing him for such a short time. “Now...I was thinking about something Pokemon next?”

Logan and Roman both nod and allow Patton to lead them to the Pokemon section, letting him pick what he wants before they pay for everything. Then it’s onwards to another store.

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[shadowynnn]

fire and ice |part two|

far cry 5

fire and ice synopsis: After a drunk driver kills both of your parents in an accident when you were sixteen, you eagerly leave Hope County for college a few years later to escape the demons that haunt you there. After six years away, a strange dream prompts you to return home where you find things not quite how you left them. With a mysterious, and possibly dangerous, cult on the rise, you attempt to juggle finally coming to peace with your parents’ deaths and the cult’s increasing interest in you. (Begins a few months before the events in the game take place.)

part two synopsis: Your first encounter with John Seed.

pairing: Jacob Seed, Joseph Seed, John Seed x Reader (though mainly John Seed x Reader in this part)

words: 1694

a/n: Due to having some significance to the story, the reader is written as having red hair and blue eyes.

“Lil’ Red!” 

You were knocked back by the body which had nearly tackled you the moment you had walked into the building. The force of the embrace caused you to stumble, but you managed to keep yourself from falling by taking a few quick steps backward before returning the hug with the same amount of fervor you had been shown. 

“Mary May!” You squealed when she finally released her tight grip on you and allowed you to get the first good look of your childhood best friend in years.

“I can’t believe you’re back!” Mary May took a few steps back to fully take you in, her blue eyes sparkling. “I’ve missed my favorite redhead!” She added before wrapping you in one more tight squeeze.

“I’ve missed you too!” You managed to breathe out once she finally let you go again.

“You do know the party’s not for another few hours?” Mary May asked once the long-awaited greeting had passed and turned to close the door to the Spread Eagle.

“I thought I told you no party!” Your eyes grew wide at the mention of the party you had thought you had managed to deter her from. “You know how much I hate parties, especially ones for me.”

“Aw, come on, (n/n), everyone’s dying to see you again. You’re like the prodigal son returned.” Mary May retorted as she motioned for you to sit down at one of the stools at the bar. “Wheaty even got a karaoke machine rigged up with all your favorite songs-which was supposed to be a surprise, so act surprised, okay?”

“I can sing, Mary May, not act, remember?” You reminded the blonde with a playful grin. “But I didn’t hear it from you when he sees right through me,” you add as you pretend to zip your lips shut.

“He’s going to kill me,” Mary May sighed, shaking her head and causing you to giggle an apology in response. Wheaty would know who had told you the instant he realized you knew about the supposed secret. You were as easy to read as an open book and everyone knew it. 

”Hey, Casey, can I get two slices of huckleberry pie?” Mary May yelled at the man in the back of the kitchen before sliding a glass of lemonade towards you and you were warmed at seeing she had remembered your favorite drink after all these years. “Casey makes the meanest huckleberry pies in the whole county.”

“Maine may have had their blueberries, but they have nothing on these bad boys,” you moaned at the sight of Casey bringing the pie, eager to have that first bite. 

You hadn’t had huckleberries since you had left Montanna six years ago but still remembered when you, Mary May, and Kim used to go rummaging through the woods for some of the berries when you were just little girls. More often than not you would all go home berryless and soaked to the bone from spontaneous water fights in one of Hope County’s many little creeks. 

“Man, you were right, Mary May, this is heavenly,” you sighed contentedly after taking your first bite.

“Hey, Daddy, look who finally made it back.”

You looked up from your pie to see Mary May’s father coming down the stairs. It had only been six years, but it looked like Gary Fairgrave had aged twice that since you had last seen him. His former sandy hair had turned completely grey and the wrinkles on his face had deepened. He looked completely exhausted, but he forced a smile on his lips when he saw you sitting on the barstool.

“It’s a pleasure to have you back, Miss (L/N).” Mr. Fairgrave extended his hand for you to shake. “You coming back has definitely brought a small piece of joy back to Hope County.”

You smiled at his words but sent Mary May a confused look as he turned his back to you. What did he mean that your coming back brought joy back to Hope County? You had only talked to your uncle, Sheriff Whitehorse, since you had gotten back, but he hadn’t mentioned anything too bad going on currently. Nothing ever happened in Hope County. But then again, there was that cult Uncle Earl had mentioned. Perhaps they were a bigger problem than he had been letting on.

‘I’ll explain later,’ Mary May silently mouthed behind her father’s back to which you could only nod your head in agreement. This didn’t stop your fingers from beginning to trace the rim of your glass at your eagerness to be in the loop.

Mary May’s easy smile fell, however, when her father bent down and whispered something in her ear too softly to be heard by you. Her blue eyes lost their playful gleam as they turned towards the entrance to the building, your sitting figure forgotten. Something had rattled her and her father, but before you could ask what it was, the door opened and two men walked in.

While the second was tall and broad, it was the first which immediately drew your attention. He was fairly tall as well, perhaps a few inches taller than yourself, making him near six-foot. His hair, a dark, rich brown, was slicked back, and a neatly trimmed beard covered the bottom half of his face. He was attractive, you couldn’t deny that, and he walked with a confidence and ease which matched his looks. He must have been a tourist or someone new to town since you had left-you leaned towards the latter as it seemed the Fairgraves knew the man-as you didn’t recognize him and knew you would have remembered a face like his. 

His eyes, hidden beneath blue-tinted aviators, never turned to look at your staring figure, fingers still fiddling with your glass of lemonade, but stayed focused on the Fairgraves behind the bar much to your relief. You knew you were ogling, but you couldn’t seem to stop yourself.

“Hello, Gary.” He smiled at the older man as he took his aviators off and pushed them to sit at the top of his head. “Mary May,” he added as he took in the young blonde beside her father. Though a smile still graced his lips, it was smug and cruel.

“What do you want, John?” Mary May was the one to speak first, her arms crossing as she stared the man down.

It was easy for you to see this man, John, was not well liked by the Fairgraves, and it wasn’t hard for you to see why. Despite his attractive features and seemingly charming ways, there was something cruel and hard about him.

“Nothing really,” John shrugged his shoulders as he put his hands flat on the bar and leaned down to make himself even to Mary May’s eye-level. “It’s just that a little bird told me some interesting things.”

“Like what?” Mary May took the man’s bait but didn’t let him intimidate her as a scowl crossed her lips.

While you knew that this exchange was probably none of your business, you couldn’t help but fiddle with a strand of your red hair as you watched the scene unfolding in front of you with deep interest. You could tell that this John guy wasn’t originally from around anywhere near here, as his voice held the lightest touch of a southern twang to it.

“Oh, a lot of things, like how you’re still selling alcohol for one.”

“Wow, someone give that man a pay raise,” You sarcastically mumble under your breath as you took another sip of your lemonade. You couldn’t help yourself though, sarcasm was second nature to you. It was how you coped in bad situations, your defense mechanism. It always managed to slip out whenever you were scared, nervous, embarrassed, or angry, and right now, that man with the pretty blue eyes was making you just a tad uncomfortable.”Selling alcohol in a bar, who’d have thought?”

Your nerves only intensified when four pairs of eyes suddenly turned your way.

“Well, crap.” You quietly yelped, somehow managing to successfully swallow your drink and not start choking and make a bigger fool of yourself. You had thought you had mumbled the words quietly enough to only be heard by you, but you quickly saw this was not the case.

You found your eyes instantly gravitating towards John, curious to see how he reacted to your statement. You expected angry irritation, and you were met with it, at least at first. For a split second his eyes did narrow and his lips did fall from their smug smile, but they were soon replaced with a different expression as his eyes quickly took your figure in. At first, there was shock, the slight widening of the eyes and mouth, but this was quickly masked by a cool, suave exterior. The smirk returned to his lips as he slowly sauntered his way over to you, his blue eyes taking in every feature of you as he did so.

“Mary May, why didn’t you introduce me to your pretty, little friend here?” He leaned against the bar next to you, gaze finally releasing you as he turned to Mary May and waited for her to introduce you to him.

Mary May was silent for a while, slightly squirming under John’s gaze as if debating whether or not to tell him. You could tell she didn’t want to get you swept up into this mess, and while you appreciated it, you knew it would only make matters worse than whatever they were. Besides, telling him your name was completely harmless, wasn’t it? 

“(F/N) (L/N).” In order to try and ease Mary May’s distress, you answered for yourself drawing John’s eyes back towards you. 

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Miss (L/N).” John drawled, that slight southern twang of his growing stronger as he gave you a charming smile to match it. And while his arrogance had dropped his attractiveness dramatically, you still felt your heart quicken and a faint blush cross your cheeks as he took your extended hand and gently kissed the top of it. “I’m John Seed.”

[galaxylohnce]

VUD paladin headcanons!!!!

BTW this is based off of @voltronuniversaldefender ‘s reboot!!! CHECK THEM OUT THEYRE DOING GOD’S WORK

also i have read approx 2 headcanons and baRELY understand this AU so if there are similarities to anyone else or inconsistencies iT IS AN ACCIDENT AND IM SORRY

anyway this is just about the 4 confirmed paladins BET ill be doing more about Fa’rah/Takashi/Zahi/Ashanti once i know a bit more about their roles in the team!!

Alvaro Garcia Valladares

he has a twin. i don't make the rules, but he has a twin.

he has a big family. the biggest family. we’re talking, his mom has 8 siblings and his dad has 9 and there’s a 10 year age gap between him and his oldest sibling and he loves them all so much

natia is his best friend. i repeat, NATIA IS HIS BEST FRIEND!!!!

he’s also quite close with kiki. Natia and Kiki are the only two that he met before their great space adventure

he wasn't really sure of his sexuality at first. (i say this because i wasn't sure of my sexuality at first - im bi btw - and all the media i saw told me that any lgbt+ character was 100% sure of their sexuality form the day they were born, which made me doubt myself bc i didn't figure it out till recently, so i wanna see that in some media!! sometime!!) he probably figured it out halfway through having a crush on someone

the someone is akio, and he definitely tells Natia about it first

“natia... natia listen.... I have a crush on akio. freakin akio.... what do i do??? I’m bi, natia... I'm bi. what does this mean -”

“alvaro, I'm so proud of you, but this is a public bathroom and akio is right outside -”

GUARANTEE that the first time he saw Akio he just basically wanted to fight him but also flirt with him and had a slight moral crisis and ended up doing nothing

he is a goddamn sharpshooter, okay. he straight up becomes famous for it throughout the galaxy.

yet despite that he’s still insecure, and those insecurities prevent him from really getting together w akio until much later

he comes off as very suave and extroverted when you first meet him, but underneath it all, he’s actually really warm, personable and funny: not that anyone outside the team know that 

aliens on social media, probably: god, the blue paladin is so cool... i bet he’s amazing and awesome and eloquent...

meanwhile, alvaro: do u guys think i could fit my whole hand in my mouth or nah?

enjoys memes, and shares this love with kiki

basically an all around great guy. because he often felt like a seventh wheel at the beginning of the formation of the team, he always tries to include everybody as best as possible, going way out of his way to ask after people, even if they forget to ask about him sometimes :’)

Natia Nanai

first off: what a gorgeous name. seriously. incredible kudos, my dude. anyway on to the head canons for this gorgeous girl

probably alvaro’s soulmate. already mentioned this, but it needs reiteration. they are best friends

had a large family too (not as big as alvaros tho) and probably major relate to him with that big family dealio

v close with kiki. they complete each other on a technological level. 

natia is very, very creative. she and her sweet engineering know how are always instrumental in getting the Team out of tough situations

Akio: theres no way out of this we’re going to die -

Natia: bet?

she does say “bet” a lot. like, almost too much? but she's always right and valid when she says it

the villain: i’ve got you now!!!!

natia, under her breath: bet

the paladins, thinking: thank god, we’re saved

very soft but also badass as hell. she has a unique duality.

pulls a violet baudelaire: she puts that GORGEOUS hair up in a ponytail when doing work or whenever she has an idea

everyone on the team, regardless of sexuality, is low-key in love with her because she’s just so nice. no one can hate her. she's way too solid of a friend

speakinG of being a great friend: natia is 100% the secret keeper up in this bitch. everyone comes to her because they know she’s got the best advice around and will take their secrets to the grave

akio: idk man... alvaro is just rlly cute, u know?? but i can't tell him...

natia, thinking of alvaro literally whining to her about akio not even five minutes ago: christ

the mom friend. she always has all the things everyone needs on hand or in her lion, and she’s got it all going in terms of chore charts and family meals. she is the queen of figuring out times for team bonding and everyone loves her more for it

definitely started a board game night asap

she has a silent bravery about her that no one else can match. despite her trepidation, natia will always do what has to be done for the greater good. 

she is guided by her heart and her morals, and is easily the kindest person on the team

bc of this kindness, she is often the diplomat when conflicts arise between people on the team

she is seen by the general public (aka the galaxy) as a strong, morally righteous woman. kind of like rosie the riveter-esque??? she’s the symbol of justice and fairness. 

aliens: she's so... peacekeeping :0

natia, at kiki: throw me that wrench, or so help me god - 

basically, a queen who always considers everyone and works really hard to create a family, even when they're all so far from home :’)

Kiki Evans

generally over it tbh

“always tired, but always inspired” - kiki, on being asked why there were dark circles under her eyes

kind of standoffish. she’s not really about being nice, she's about getting the job done, and that can rub people the wrong way, since she is always the first to offer up the cold, logical solution

but underneath that, she’s just a computer science nerd who is loyal to a fault

she really is loyal. its almost dangerous sometimes, because she would put the universe in danger to save her friends, which actually comes into conflict with her typical cold, logical approach.

she has 0-1 sibling. she's every bit the single child. she cannot relate to living in a big family setting, and at first its hard for her to deal with before she warms up to everyone else on the team

she's a genius, and thus found school to be tedious. in fact, she got fairly bad grades, as she wouldn't do the work that she saw as pointless and boring

she is a meme connoisseur, and loves to quote vines, often assisted by alvaro

kiki, as they approach a giant black hole: HZZK

alvaro, catching on immediately: is... is that real???

she is a conspiracy theorist, for sure. the government is watching us all, trying to make sure we don't learn too much.... she’s sure of it, and akio is too

tbh, the first proper conversation she had with akio was about cryptids and how the government had hidden them from the public

she was friends w natia and alvaro from before, but it is akio she becomes closest with the fastest. in some ways, she feels more distant from natia/alvaro bc of how close they are with each other and  bc all of them have known each other for so long while akio is someone she got to know recently: he has no preconceptions about who she used to be, and she has none about him

plus, she and akio relate on many levels: both trans, both gay, both autistic, both theorists, and both loyal to a fault. she finds a real blood brother in akio :D

very openly gay. very. she's a space lesbian, and theres no denying it

kiki, meeting some random space girl: oh

kiki, moments later to akio: god I'm gay

akio, downing a glass of water but acting like its vodka or smthg: god, same

the public sees her as the cold and calculating techie, the brains of the operation

natia is her partner in crime. they finish each others sentences. they've got a tech connection going, babey

kiki: if we just cross-reference the zaiforge tunnel with the -

natia, nodding: particle consummator, of course we’ll get the perfect -

them, together: amount of energy!!!

everyone else: sorry wot

basically, she's a tech goddess with a splash of genius. she's uneasy and a bit awkward, but thats just bc she’s never been in a situation like this before. after literally 1 second with her, she opens up and is such a loyal friend. :’)

Akio Himura

wow this boy is gay and he knows it

he loves his parents (zahi, takashi, and ashanti) but god he will never admit it. not ever

alvaro, after listing his parents, 20 aunts and 100 cousins: and i love them all so much, with all my heart. what about ur family akio?

akio, not wanting to show weakness: they're nerds.

alvaro: um okay cool good talk haha :)

akio, internally: but i love them nd would die for them tbh... but i can't show weakness

he's so guarded after his biological parents left/died/disappeared. poor boy

definitely a single child, and definitely adopted

his parents love him SO MUCH. so much.

akio: why do i have three parents, dad?

takashi, almost crying: its simple. u deserve so much love, that it couldn't be contained in just two people. we needed three. its how its gotta be, my beautiful, sweet summer child

a yeehaw kind of guy. he grew up in the midwest riding horses before his biological parents died and theres a piece of him that will always be a southern boy

the kind of kid in school that pretends he’s a delinquent, but actually just has the aesthetic of a delinquent, and is truly soft

akio: hell yeah I'm a rebel. i logged onto disney.com without my parents permission

kiki, choked up: so brave

mothman is his love. his passion. all cryptids, for that matter. kiki is more of an all around conspiracy theorist: akio is in it for the cryptids 

he’s a bit awkward, and doesn’t totally understand all social cues/jokes. because of this, he stays away from memes, and is very guarded when meeting new people, especially after experiences with light bullying for not only his social ineptitude, but his upbringing.

considering that, his first meeting with alvaro was supremely awkward, and akio accidentally fought with him multiple times before they established a solid friendship

akio, having a gay panic: you are the light of my life

alvaro: sorry what??

akio, panicking more: I said, you wanna fiGHT WITH A KNIFE???

he pined after alvaro from basically day one, but had the foresight to actually know that he was pining, unlike alvaro who just floundered

of course he would never say anything

he is a stabby boi. he is unrivaled in swordplay, and enjoys routine. his natural affinity for picking up new skills plus his unrivaled work ethic basically DESTROYED everyone else when it came to swords

he’s loyal af and is always the first one to take action. akio is a “do something. do anything, but do it fast before we lose a chance to do something” kind of guy

the general public sees him as the fiery one: he’s the one with the fanciest footwork in a fight, and he’s very good with battle tactics. he can come thru with that strategy at the perfect times

he's a low-key emo. for sure. he loves MCR, but strangely dislikes other similar artists like p!atd and fob. 

kiki: but...brendon urie, akio....

akio, sipping tea: as a gay, i can appreciate the aesthetic. but no one can compete with MCR

kiki, exasperated: its not a competition -

basically, a slightly guarded boy with a real talent for defending the universe and his friends, but also an emo cowboy mess who is in love with alvaro and loves everyone :’)

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