#i went on a whole ass rant and for that i apologize

[demonic0angel]

Dick and Dan are having an argument (Dan is losing) when Dan blurts out "Well, your ass isn't as great as everyone says it is!" Everyone listening is stunned at the audacity.

(Even I went 0:< when I saw this ask lmaooo)

Stunned silence.

Immediately, Dan looked like he wanted to take back his words. Partly because they were untrue (but he would never apologize for them), but mostly because the look on Dick’s face looked as though he was about to gear up to start a rant.

“Excuse you? Excuse you? My ass? My ass that once brought my enemies to their knees? My ass that has saved earth before? My ass that gets unfortunately ogled and harassed at every waking moment? Don’t start looking concerned, we’re having a fight right now— you’re talking about my ass?” Dick said, bristling with offense.

Dan sighed, long, deep and loud. He was in for it now.

Everyone was still staring at him like he was crazy. Even Jazz was looking at him with wide, shocked eyes, covering her mouth in horror as Jason stood next to her and turned red from the lack of oxygen as he tried to stifle his laughter.

Dick was incensed. “My ass is the result of years of training and hard work! You could bounce quarters off of it! You could eat off of it! I’m not caked up, I’m the whole damn bakery! My ass is worth billions! Don’t even lie about it not being great! Everyone’s wanted a piece!”

Dan dragged his hands down his face.

He still wasn’t done. “And you’re such a hypocrite! My ass isn’t great?! You love my ass! You’re obsessed with it! Every single night, you’re pe—”

“Dick!” Jason suddenly said. “I love the self-confidence! But Damian is passing away!”

They all turned and lo’ and behold, Damian was slowly withering away from sheer secondhand embarrassment, only held up by Steph who was also turning red from holding in laughter.

Dick whirled around to glare at Dan, who looked as though he had aged decades.

“Now look what you’ve done! You made me do this! First you’re lying and now you made me embarrass Damian!” And then off he went on another tangent.

Dan watched him in silent despair, unable to say a word. Danny patted Dan on the shoulder. “Maybe you should’ve just accepted your loss the first few minutes.”

[fluffymarshmalllows]

You're late

College au! Ford x Reader

summary: Ford and Reader in college origin

“Stanford, once I get your sorry ass it will be over for you!” Y/N huffed earning a scolding shh from the librarian as they watched their best friend, reach the book she needs from a higher shelf of the library.

She asked for Ford’s assistance but got fooled by his antics. He looked back sporting an aloof smile that ticked them off even more. Though, internally Y/N was still giddy at the fact Ford smiles at them like that after all these years.

Walking back to your table with a book less than what you needed for the project you were building to present at the science convention Ford blackmailed you to apply in.

Getting settled and comfy in the cold room, you look back at the memory fondly as he praised you and smooth talked (well, more of stated the blunt facts) that you are a great inventor, just a bit disorganized, which you can’t help but agree to.

You knew that, everyone around you knew that. It’s just that you find being smart…boring. Without something to think for or someone to compete against, the spark for it fizzles out.

Until you met Ford in Calculus lecture. He was actively participating in class, is has a pretty face and a helpful hand, a true eye candy. What struck you odd was he never fully raised his hand. Just a pen or a pencil, which curiosity got the best of you.

Boldly walking towards his desk after the bell rang, you reached out your hand introducing yourself. “Hi! I’m Y/N, nice to meet you” only to get a blank stare and a nod. “Stanford Pines”

Well that plan failed. As a true scientist, that shouldn’t stop you. But he kept his stuff and was out the door almost immediately leaving you dumbfounded. At least Fiddleford was there to bring you back to your senses.

Walking out to the hallway you can’t help but rant about it. “The nerve he has! I was just trying to be polite” you huffed as you were shoving your things in the locker. Fiddleford hummed in response, but offered his sincere advice “Y’know Y/N, what if he’s just awkward, even I was the first days I came ‘ere”. You slammed the locker door, “look McGucket, I appreciate the honesty but shouldn’t you be on my side?” Which earned a fit of laughter from your friend.

“Whatever, I’ll visit you later” You and Fiddleford went your separate ways as the bell rang for the next class. You entered the room while the professor was taking attendance. You ducked your head trying to look invisible and by god, did you wish you were. “L/N, you’re late, I’ll have you written up the next time this happens.” muttering your apologies he asked you to take the available seat, lo and behold, the only seat available is next to the Stanford Pines himself.

You meekly took your place, almost dropping the whole contents of your bag haphazardly shoved in it, trying to observe your seatmate while also paying attention to the discussion in front.

You didn’t know it was possible but he became more handsome upon closer inspection, little stubble of a beard and his thick lens glasses that perfectly frames his eyes. “Ehem” Ford cleared his throat drawing you out of your ogling.

You whispered “sorry, you look good” which turned his face so red like a bright tomato. He stammers for a bit trying to say something while avoiding your gaze. You found joy in pestering him but it will get boring in the long run, especially when he doesn’t retort.

Deciding that taking notes and listening was mind frying enough, and annoying your seatmate can get you in more trouble than it’s worth. You decided to take a nap, hand supporting your head trying to look like you’re still paying attention to whatever was being discussed.

It took a while before Ford realized his seatmate decided to not make a peep. He thought you just got tired of asking him random questions or you got enough of his attitude and will hate him forever.

Looking over at you, he did not fail to admire how angelic you look, how your hair perfectly falls over you face, how your lips looks kissable? What are these thoughts, he shook his head trying to focus on the equation the professor made, scribbling his own calculations on his notebook.

Until the professor threw a chalk nub hitting you straight in the forehead jolting you awake. This made Ford snicker causing you to blush of embarrassment. “Mx. Y/N, can you please tell the class the answer to this problem?”

You stared at the board long and hard before shrugging your shoulders and saying “Unsolvable, unless you want a negative answer that is impossible, no—improbable for the set of limits you’ve given”. The professor was stunned, so was Ford because of your bold claim. Everyone’s attention now shifted to you which in turn made you rise up from your seat, picking up the chalk thrown at you and head straight to the board.

While you were solving and explaining where the equation went wrong, Ford was just in awe on how you did it. Your intelligence and confidence was something he wished he have. He glanced over his own mess of solutions and realized that you are right, so did the professor nodded in agreement.

After that class, Ford just had to know how you figured it out easily so he gathered up all his courage and tapped you gently holding a pen on his other hand. Deep breath, easy,

You looked at him, and he looks like he’s about to self combust any second, “Need anything?” You asked smiling to ease his anxiety. It took him a while to process before remembering what he needs to ask you, “how?”

“What do you mean how?” Trying to figure out what he was trying to ask you after ignoring you a class before. “How did you know it was wrong? You were asleep” he pointedly asked you.

Trying not to take any offense you teased, “You were watching me sleep?”. “No!,” he sputtered “I just noticed, anyway nevermind” before he can grab his stuff you took the pen he was holding and started scribbling on his notes. “You’ll figure that every time this and this will come out its most likely a negative by the end,” pointing out the values to prove your statement right. While he was staring at the paper you finally noticed his hands, his digits to be exact.

“You have six fingers.” You said matter of factly, which made you feel rather stupid as soon as the words left your mouth. Of course he knew that already! It is his hands after all.

Ford is growing more self conscious by the second. He quickly said his thanks but not before dropping a notepad he was trying to fit in his bag and rushing out of the room.

You noticed a notepad before you left, thinking it was one of your things you kept it in your bag along with the random gadget you made to pass the time.

Arriving at the cafeteria, Ford and Fiddleford was already conversing and trading intel regarding some classes they both are in. You did not intrude since you still felt guilty for what you said the last time you conversed with Ford. Heading back to your dorm, you decided mid way to just cut the last classes and make something until Fiddleford is back to his room, maybe this time you’ll finally meet his roommate.

Your phone has been buzzing for quite a while now but you can’t seem to find it under all the wirings and spare parts for your next project. You wanted to make some sort of handheld x-ray but you needed guidance from your friend since he is leagues better at engineering than you’ll ever be.

“Finally!” picking up your phone tucked with a notepad you don’t remember buying. Before you even had the chance to check the contents, your phone rang again. Dropping the notepad in your bag along with the mini machine you answered the phone.

“Y/N wher’re ya? I’ve been trying to geta hold of yous since I got back” voice of Fiddleford you realized. “Oh shoot, my bad I lost track of time, I gotta show you something” Grabbing your bag and keys before heading to the door still on call with your friend. “Aight, you betcha be here soon if you want to meet the new roommate I was telling you about” click.

So much for a productive call. Keeping your phone in your pocket, you dashed all the way to the other side of the campus.

Arriving in their dormitory building, you were a heaving mess. Beads of sweat on your forehead with some stray hairs sticking to your face. Not the prettiest sight but by fate, you found yourself face to face with Ford Pines once again.

Ford was heading to back to campus to look for his sketchpad. It was a generic notepad that could easily be mistaken for anyone’s notebook. All his practice drawings are there, documenting things he seen and capturing the beauty of it through his drawings. It meant a lot for him and he fears that if the wrong person got a hold of that notebook it will be over for him, socially. Well not really, he didn’t have much social standing to begin with. He told his roommate he’d be out for a bit of “fresh air” not expecting to see you and all your gorgeous beauty albeit sweaty and disheveled.

Ford still thinks you are the prettiest person in the entire universe. But not like he’d admit to it this early.

Pleasantries were exchanged between the two of you before parting ways. Finally making it to Fiddleford’s dorm room. You knocked on the door repeatedly and hearing a faint “come in” was your cue to let yourself in. It was a new sight. The room was organized for once, yet stacks of books littered the other side of the room. You assumed it was Fiddleford’s roommate you still have not met.

“McGucket, I need your help” you pulled out the machine you were trying to build, showing it to him. “Tell me about it, kiddo” still focused on his computer coding. “Hand held x-ray machine! This will be revolutionary,” demonstrating your machine “You can even adjust it to go atomic level, or you supposedly can, I just can’t make it right.” tinkering with it. That got Fiddleford’s attention, “well jeez, this is still a tad advanced for me but I’ll see what I can do”. You tossed him the machine and exclaiming your thanks which he almost dropped giving you both the fright of a lifetime. Changing the topic, it was time to debrief about your day.

You took a deep breathe before starting “Well, there’s this guy…” unpacking your bag to keep your hands busy and taking this chance to organize.

Ford is at a lost, he has no clue on where his notepad can be. Not in the classroom, not in the cafeteria, not even in the lost and found area! He’s starting to lose hope as he retraced his steps. The classrooms reminded him of your interactions, he laughed to himself remembering how confident you were on stating the obvious. Which made him feel a little better. Then it dawned on him.

The notepad, he must have dropped it while packing up his things quickly. But it wasn’t in the rooms so there is a big chance you might have took it.

He ran back to his dorm hoping his roommate knows where to find you. He feels utterly stupid for not asking Fiddleford’s contact number so that he won’t run all the way back to his dorm room like a mad man.

It’s late afternoon by now and curfew will be soon so he has to act fast if he wants to get the notepad before you have the chance to open it.

“Fiddleford,” Ford says in between his gasps of air, “do you know where,” taking in more gulps of oxygen. “Take your time buddy”. Ford coughed before trying again “do you know where to find Y/N?”.

This was met with a raised eyebrow and a teasing look. Ford never had a knack for picking up subtle social cues but this was something so obvious its like a glaring sign. Fiddleford just nudged his head to Ford’s desk and there laid copper wiring rose and his missing sketchpad.

He quickly opened it and saw pencil doodles in the corner of the page complimenting his drawing skills and art style. Ford tried hiding his blush but his roommate was well aware of the blooming romance this will be.

At the latest drawing he made just hours before,

Call me ####### -y/n

On the bottom of his sketches of Y/N all through out the day, including a sketch of her sleeping in class. Fiddling with his phone, unsure what to do. He typed in the number and pressed call.

“Hello?” You mumbled answering the ringing of your phone. “Y/N you’ll be late for class again if you don’t get here in 5” that got your attention. You quickly kept your books and shamefully tried to wipe a drool stain on your notes. And as much as you love hearing Ford’s voice through the phone, you can not afford another write up, especially when you’re aiming to score higher than your best friend.

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would yah look at that another fic! requests are open (i'd love to write your ideas)

'till next post <3

[thatgirlmonika]

BIG MASSIVE FUCKING BUTTONBLOSSOM RANT. TW: REALLY LONG ASS POST/RANT.

I KNOW I HAVE NOT BEEN ONLINE AND ALL THAT SHIT AND I APOLOGIZE BUT- THE NEW EPISODE. BUTTONBLOSSOM EPISODE. HOW'S POMNI? OH POOR POMNI? POMNI ARE YOU OK? POMNI LOOK !! POMNI POMNI POMNI POMNI POMNI !!!O JRC$IPXH IP#HINPTG ALL RAGATHA CARED ABOUT WAS POMNI !!!!! SOLELY JUST POMNI. SHE DID NOT GIVE TWO FUCKS ABOUT ANYBODY ELSE. RAGATHA ONLY CARED ABOUT POMNI. POMNI POMNI POMNI POMNI !!! THIS MF- THIS BITCH GETS STABBED !!!! AND ALL SHE CARES ABOUT IS POMNI. POMNI. SHE DOES NOT GIVE TWO FUCKS ABOUT HERSELF. SHE SOLELY CARES AZBOUT POMNI. ONLY POMNI. RAGATHA IS IN LOVE WITH POMNI. THE WHOLE FUCKING EPISODE. She. The whole episode. To sum the whole TADC episode two. RAGATHA IS GAY. THERE IS LITERALLY NOTHING ELSE. ALSO ALOS. Another thing I noticed. She DOUBTS that pomni likes her. Do you know what that convays? SHE LIKES POMNI. A LOT. BECAUSE- ONLY PEOPLE WHO LIKE A CERTIAN PERSON A LOT- They DOUBT. That person likes them. WHY ELSE?? WHJY ELSE WOULD SHE DOUBT THAT?!?!?? LOOK. First like 5 mins. Already checking up on pomni. SHE ONLY CARES ABOUT POMNI. INVITES POMNI TO THINGS, CARES ABOUT HER, CHECKS UP- PRjirhtbICPL KR OTJ O List of caring things that she did. From beginning to end. First thing in the morning, Checks up on POMNI. WAITS FOR HER TO WAKE UP. MAKING SURE SHE HAS GOOD MORNING. Second, ONLY INGANGIN WITH POMNI. Mainly talking with pomni. Only pomni. THREE. CARES AND WHINES ABOUT POMNI NTHE WHOLE EPISODE. WORRIED ABOUT POMNI. CHECKS UP ON POMNI. HYPES UP POMNI !! Just ONLY CARING ABOUT POMNI'S COMFORT. SH- ONLY POMNI. It was pomni the whole episode. SHE GOT STABBED. AND SHE WAS WORRYING ABOUT POMNI. LIKE THIS IS HOW IT WENT. *Gets stabbed and crashes the vehicle.* "Poor Pomni ,," P-POMNI ?!!??!? GIRLY I WAS CRYING AND WORRIED FOR YOU AND YOU ONLY CARED ABOUT POMNI !!!!!!!! EVEN JAX POINTED IT OUT !!!! JAX KNOWS. JAX KNOWS. RIHPTUVIHH%CT HTH UU$OH IT'S CANON I SWEAR. IT'S AT LEAST ONE SIDED. RAGATHA- SHE LIKES POMNI. THERE IS NO DOUBT ABOUT THAT. THER- NOTHING. NO EVIDENCE IN THAT EPISODE- YOU CAN'T FIND A SMIDGE. WHERE SHE DOESN'T CARE. IT'S NON EXCISTNT. IF YOU DARE TELL ME THAT RAGATHA DOEN;T EXTREMELY CARE ABOUT POMNI. YOU ARE GASLIGHTING YOUR SELF/. THE WHOLE FUCKING EPISODE !!!!!!!! Buttonblossom fandom? Eat up.

[ryuzakistoe]

The Red String (Isagi Yoichi x Fem!reader)

fluff, fem!reader, some mentions of the bllk plot

a/n: I absolutely love the red string theory I think its so beautiful 🤧❤️

The red string theory is a beautiful concept often used to symbolize fate, indicating that there is someone out there connected to you by the same string.

No matter where they are, whether they are at opposite ends of the world, in different states, or right beside you, eventually, your lives, hearts, and souls will become connected by an invisible red string, binding your destinies together. It is a wondrous and beautiful thing.

It's truly one of the most enchanting ways to become intertwined with someone, becoming a unified whole, fully aware that from now on, your lives will be forever connected. The belief of that truly fascinated you.

Well, it did fascinate you.

Here you were, resting by a bench at a nearby park, mulling over the recently shocking events.

Your boyfriend—well now ex-boyfriend, decided to break up with you as it was ‘for the best’,

How could it have gone to this conclusion? Was it something you did that upset him?

You could've sworn that your relationship with him was healthy, while he himself proved it was not.

It was pretty idiotic of you to believe in the 'red string' theory and expect it to come true, especially when you thought he was the one.

This only existed in fairytales, you should've known better.

As you were overwhelmed by all the negative thoughts and sadness, you seemed to be oblivious to the presence that was now walking up to you.

“Hey, you okay?”

You quickly whipped your head up to the source of that voice as you were met with a boy who seemed around the same age as you in a white, soccer tracksuit. It also looked like there were fresh tears in his eyes…or were you imagining it?

“Yeah, yeah, I'm fine,” you mumbled as you wiped the warm tears with your sleeve. You felt embarrassed to be showing your tears in front of a stranger you just met.

“You sure? Wanna talk about it..?”

~~~🌷~~~

You couldn't believe it. What suddenly overcame you to vent all your emotions and thoughts onto this boy?

Though you couldn't lie…it did feel good to let all these emotions out.

“Wow…sorry ‘bout that. He seems like a real ass.” isagi spoke as he listened to your rants.

"Yeah…it was out of nowhere—oh sorry for unloading all of this on you out of the blue. I just realized you probably have a lot on your shoulders already." You apologize, feeling a wave of guilt.

Isagi shook his head, “Nah its alright. What I went through can't even compare to what you just endured.” Isagi spoke.

Feeling a bit curious, you decided to ask, “Really? What happened?”

Isagi let out a quiet sigh as he replied, “Well, I lost a pretty important football match.” isagi mumbled as he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck.

“You're right, that can't even compare to mine.” you joked as a small chuckle slipped past your lips.

Isagi’s gaze shifted towards you before he also let out a small laugh.

Something about that laugh of yours…was somehow alluring to Isagi.

The sight of your smile and the sound of your laughter seemed to suit your face much better than the frown you wearing earlier. That's what Isagi believed.

You looked beautiful—gorgeous even.

After the laughter subsided, isagi decided to speak up, “well, that match did determine if I was going to nationals or not.” he uttered.

“Oh uh Really? Sorry about making that joke then— i take it back..” you muttered, feeling the guilt once more.

Isagi chuckled dryly and reassured you that everything was fine, saying, “mm no, no, no—its fine really.”

With a nod, you spoke, “oh alright then.” Although, despite his words, you still felt a lingering sense of guilt.

The conversation soon drifted into silence as the both of you just sat there.

Surprisingly, the atmosphere wasn't awkward, it was comfortable—relaxing even.

After a couple of seconds Isagi decided to break the comfortable silence between you, “Well then, its best if i get going. Its already getting late. You should head home too.”

You gazed up into the sky as you took in the scene. The sun was almost dipped beneath the earth as the sky morphed into layers of orange, red, and yellow.

“mhm alright, It is in fact getting late.” You smiled as you stood up from the bench.

“Yeah, make sure you get home safe uh….” Isagi trailed off as he realized he never got your name.

“Y/n. Y/n L/n.” You replied, finishing Isagi’s sentence.

“Isagi Yoichi.” He hummed as he also recalled he never told you his name.

Isagi said his goodbyes and began to leave, but then he abruptly turned back. "Oh, wait L/n!" he called out.

“hm?” You hummed as you turned your body around to face him as your name was called out.

“If you ever need to talk to someone again, ill be here! In this same spot at the same time!” He offered.

You smiled, “okay! Ill keep that in mind Isagi!” You replied back as you sent him a wave before walking away.

Maybe you’ll consider that offer.

~~~🌷~~~

After some careful contemplation, you made the decision to return to that exact location.

There was something about Isagi Yoichi that lured you in. You felt a strong desire to learn more about him.

So there you were, waiting on the same bench at the time he said he would visit.

He hadn't arrived yet, so you decided to wait a little, assuming he was running late.

…

Time ticked by and he still wasn't here. Did he stand you up? Did he lie?

No, he doesnt seem like that type of guy to do that. Although…they do say to not judge a book by its cover.

What if he's actually a bad guy? What if he joked about all of this? What if he never truly cared about your problems? What if-

“Oh hey L/n! Sorry I was a bit late. Had soccer practice.” Isagi chuckled as he hurried over to you.

Huh, guess all your ‘what-ifs’ were really just ‘what-ifs’

He really did keep his word.

You sent a smile down his way as he also returned your smile with a warm one.

“Thats okay Isagi.” you spoke as he took a seat next to you.

…

The conversation between the both of you was rather enjoyable.

Both you and Isagi found the both of you conversing about your hobbies, dreams, likes, dislikes, etc.

You and Isagi grew to learn more about each other as the hours passed.

You learnt about Isagi’s passion for football meanwhile Isagi learned about your passion for becoming successful in life.

You became more attracted to Isagi, as Isagi became more attracted to you.

Isagi would treasure every smile you gave when he made a subtle joke or showed interest, and you would do the same.

You would treasure the way his face converted into pure happiness as he talked about football and other hobbies he enjoyed.

You found it…cute.

“So L/n, what school do you go to?” Isagi asked as this sudden question popped up in his head.

”Oh I actually go to Ichinan High School” you responded.

Isagi’s eyes widened in shock and excitement as he also coincidently went to that same school.

“Really?! No way! I go to that same school too!” Isagi grinned as his eyes lit up in delight and eagerness.

"Really?! How come I never see you around then?" you asked, feeling a surge of excitement upon learning that he also attended the same school.

“Uh well… I really don't know.” Isagi sheepishly grinned as he rubbed the back of his neck.

You giggled at his excuse and aloofness as you found his answer somewhat funny and dumb.

That sight of your smile—Isagi loved that.

He couldn't recall when he started to feel himself craving your smile.

But every time you did, all he knew was that it made him feel all warm inside. He loved that feeling.

If Isagi could, he would want to keep that smile plastered on your face all the time. But for now, all he could do was cause that smile to form on your delicate face.

“Hey L/n, what classes do you have? I could try to meet up with you.” Isagi smiled as he was internally thrilled.

After telling him your schedule, Isagi started planning out where and when to meet you in the hallways or classes.

“Yeah that could work.” you nodded as you both agreed where to meet.

~~~🌷~~~

Every day, you and Isagi began to hang out in school.

He would walk you to class and walk with you to the cafeteria. He would basically walk you anywhere he could. Although Isagi would be late to most of his classes.

But it was worth it if it meant Isagi could be near your presence and smile at all times.

Day by day, both of yours and Isagi’s feelings for each other would grow stronger and increase significantly over time.

Even the slightest physical touch would send you both into a blushing mess.

This went on for weeks until Isagi got sent a letter about a soccer program from “Blue Lock”

…

“When are you leaving?” you asked, feeling upset at the thought of Isagi leaving you.

“In couple days.” he sighed as he placed the letter down.

Isagi couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with a sense of pity and guilt by the look on your face at the idea of him disappearing for a while. And by a while, I mean months.

“Listen Y/n, if you don't want me to go then I won't-”

“No Yoichi. I want you to go. I want you to pursue your dream.” you sadly smiled as you cut him off.

Isagi asked with a hint of uncertainty, carefully studying your expression for any signs of doubt or hesitation. “Are you sure?”

“Im sure.” you nodded as you held your smile.

Isagi's face lit up with a warm smile as he wrapped his arms around you in a tight, heartfelt hug. "Thanks, Y/n," he said, his voice filled with genuine gratitude.

You reciprocated his hug as a you felt a few tears trickle down your face and onto his shoulder.

“I'm gonna miss you Yoichi,” you muttered into his shoulder as he held you tightly.

“I'm going to miss you too Y/n,” Isagi quietly whispered as he rested his head on top of yours.

~~~🌷~~~

The day came sooner then expected as Isagi was preparing to leave.

"The bus will be arriving soon, huh?" you said, attempting to engage in casual conversation with Isagi.

“Yeah in a couple minutes.” Isagi nodded as he looked at his phone.

The tension in the air became awkward as the both of you stared at each other, your eyes reflecting the sorrow you held.

“Y/n…if you really don't want me too-”

“No Yoichi. I want you too.” you spoke sternly as you cut him off once more.

Isagi smiled at your words as the bus soon arrived.

As the bus came to a halt, Isagi faced you once more, “Y/n, when I come back, I'll become the best in the world. That's a promise.” he confidently grinned.

“You better keep that promise.” you chuckled as you watched him board the bus.

As Isagi was heading inside, his next actions and words left you in a state of shock, catching you off guard with his intentions.

“I love you Y/n.” Isagi smiled as he gave you a quick kiss on the lips and boarded the bus.

You were startled by his words as you watched the doors close, your eyes widening in surprise.

Did you hear that right? Did that really just happen?

Isagi glanced at you through the window and couldn't help but let out a small laugh at your reaction.

You looked adorable is what Isagi thought.

The bus soon left as it was heading to its destination.

What the hell.

You slowly brought your fingers to your face as you softly touched your lips.

Warm.

Your lips were warm.

Now, you knew you weren't just hallucinating or imagining it. It happened. It actually happened.

He kissed you.

Not to mention he even said he “loves you.”

You couldn't help but feel a bit upset but excited and happy by these actions.

Happy by the fact he confessed his love for you but sad that you didn't get the chance to tell him how you felt.

Well, now you had an idea: the next time you see him, you would get back at him.

“Damn you Yoichi…” you smiled.

~~~🌷~~~

A couple months passed as it was announced Blue Lock was versing U-20.

Now this was a match you definitely wanted to see.

After all, Isagi would be there. But also, they would be up against U-20, where THE Sae Itoshi would be playing.

You wanted to see if Isagi really improved and kept his promise. And, of course, that could only be proven if the U-20 was defeated.

…

The crowd erupted into roars and cheers as both teams emerged onto the field.

Your eyes immediately scan for a familiar patch of dark blue hair, and once you find him, you notice that he looks more…serious.

Well, I mean who would be serious in a match like this?

Starting off, the U-20 seems to have taken the lead as Blue Lock starts to fall behind.

Soon enough Blue Lock catches up.

You couldn't help but scream with the crowd. This was more exciting than you had anticipated. The final outcome of the game left you feeling anxious. You really hoped Blue Lock would win.

And win they did, with none other than Isagi Yoichi scoring the final goal.

The crowd erupted into cheers as you screamed along with them, overwhelmed with joy.

After the crowd dispersed, you chose to remain in order to meet with Isagi.

After a couple of minutes, you see him emerging from the building. His eyes light up once he sees your figure up ahead.

“Y/n!” Isagi yelled as he ran up to you and embraced you in a tight hug, lifting you off the ground while spinning you around in his arms.

“Im so proud of you Yoichi!” You exclaimed as he spun you around before finally placing you down.

“Did you see that goal Y/n?!” Isagi excitedly spoke as the sparkles in his eyes never faded.

“Mhm! I did Yoichi! You’re amazing!” You nodded, your grin never faltering.

Isagi held a looks of longing in his eyes as he embraced you in yet another hug.

“I missed you so much Y/n.” He whispered as he held you close.

“I missed you too Yoichi.” you breathed out as he held you tightly.

Isagi reluctantly let go before a small blush coated his cheeks.

He looked off to the side before quietly mumbling, “So…did you think about it…?”

You raised an eyebrow at him before finally realizing what he meant.

“Oh, you meant that day at the bus?” You asked as you saw Isagi nervously nod.

…

“Sorry Yoichi…”

Hearing those words made Isagi’s heart drop; it felt like his insides were being twisted.

Did you not feel the same way?

Isagi stood motionless as his face paled. He felt himself grow cold as he replayed your words. Was this really happening?

He stood on the brink of tears for what seemed like an eternity before finally managing to utter a few words, "I understand, Y/n..."

Immediately regretting your actions you began to tell him the truth.

“No no no—i was just playing Yoichi! I feel the same way! I was just getting back at you after what you did on the bus!” You quickly spoke as you began to reassure him.

Isagi released a deep, heavy sigh, feeling a wave of relief wash over him. It turned out that it was all just a playful joke.

Isagi enveloped you in another hug, relief evident in his voice as he spoke, "Thank goodness, Y/n. I was genuinely terrified. You have no idea."

"Yoichi, I'm truly sorry! I promise, I only did it to get back at you," you exclaimed quickly as Isagi let go of the hug and flicked your forehead.

You let out a groan as you held your forehead, “Yoichi what the hell?!”

“I love you Y/n.”

You paused.

The unexpected comment caught you off guard, especially considering he had just playfully flicked your forehead.

Although you didnt hesitate as you replied back.

“I love you too Yoichi.”

~~~🌷~~~

It’s been many years now as you were now living your life with Isagi Yoichi.

In his presence, you experience an unparalleled level of joy that you have never felt before.

He was your other half.

Your Yin and Yang.

Your soulmate.

But you like to believe that it was he who was at the end of the other string.

You were certain that he was the one you were destined to be with. There was no doubt in your mind about it.

The red string intertwined your destinies, uniting the two of you in an unbreakable bond.

Perhaps you were meant to meet him on that bench.

Perhaps you were meant to befriend him.

Perhaps you were meant to fall in love with him.

Either way, the string served as a powerful symbol, intricately weaving your paths together, as if it were written in the stars that your fates were entwined.

The two of you are nothing without each other.

The two of you were meant to be together.

At least, thats what the red string elicited.

a/n: this was rushed omg and I couldn't find a song to match as well😢

HES SO ADORABLE THOOO OMGGGG

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𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖆𝖒𝖇- 𝕳𝖍 𝖝 𝖒𝖆𝖑𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

Chapter 3- Family feud

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞 (𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞)

               𝐁𝐲 𝐄𝐦𝐦𝐚 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐨𝐧

                             

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                    1:35 ───ㅇ───── 3:47

Prologue Chapter 3.5

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

  "YOUR HIGHNESS!!!"

Liam's loud, shreeky voice called out to you. But you could care less, as you stormed out of the ball room, practically ripping off the uncomfortable and itchy gown you were forced to be fitted in.

The clicking of your hooves tapped against the crystal tiles of the floor, as you stomped off. You didn't know, you just wanted to get out of there. You picked up your pace as you heard the door slam open, and three pairs of footsteps following after you.

"Oh c'mon babe, where are you going?" You heard Adam call after you.

"Somewhere away from the three is you!" you snapped back, as you crossed your arms, one of your ears flicking in irritation.

"Your highness!" Liam spoke up, following not far after you, Adam and Lute.. "I understand your frustrations, but you shouldn't run off like that!" he clutched the schedule to his chest.

"Your highness, don't act to brash" Lute scoffs. Your eyebrow twitched at her words, but you continued to walk.

"Well I sure don't.." the exorcist angel quipped, "not to be a dick or anything, but you running off mid way through my sentence was a bitch move"

Your eye twitched, as you shot Adam a glare over your shoulder, causing him to blink as he shrugged his shoulders in confusion, "what?"

That got you to stop, you swiftly turned around and gave the other male the harshest glare you could muster, "What the hell do you mean WHAT?!?" Your ears were slightly pinned down. Apparently your yelling caught them both off guard.

"I just found out that my sister agreed to give you my hand in marriage and no one bothered to FUCKING tell me!" You growled, stomping your hooves on the ground, you were so enraged you didn't notice how you actually created a dent in the floor from how hard you were stomping.

"Your highness, language-" Liam interrupted.

"OH KISS MY ASS LIAM!" You pointed your finger at him, as steam huffed out of your nose. This caused the said Angel, to squeak as he shrieked back.

"Woah babe, chill out-"

"CHILL OUT?!?" You only got louder, "I'M BEING MARRIED OFF LIKE SOME FUCKING 16 CENTURY PRINCESS!! NO ONE EVEN BOTHERED TO ASK ME!" as you continued on with your rant, you were unaware of how you were actually getting taller. Actually, you were growing in size, as your usual e/c were now replaced with a golden glow, your horns elongated and sharpened, as you continued to grow. "YOU DIDN'T EVEN BOTHER TO ASK ME! YOU WENT STRAIGHT TO SERA!" Your voice deepened and became more echoey as you finally stopped growing. Your head touched the ceiling, as you had to get on all fours and duck your head down to Adam and Liam's level. You blew a puff of steam out of your nose at the exorcist, as you finished.

"Holy shit..." Adam murmured, his eyes wide in surprise. Liam and Lute held similar expressions. You expected him, to apologize and be a bit scared if not intimidated of you but this is Adam we're talking about.

"YOU CAN TURN INTO A FUCKING KAIJU?!?" He shouts, "oh that's so fucking sick!".

Liam and Lute shared a look before the female exorcist sighed, "Sir...I don't think this is the right ti-"

"Shut up Lute." Adam cut her off, resulting in Lute groaning and rolling her eyes. You blinked, taken aback from his response.

"Really is that what you're focusing on? And not the rest of what I said?" You asked, in a deadpan voice.

"Well duh, you never fucking told me you could do this" he says, as he placed his hands on his hips, glancing at you up in down. "Fuck, this is kinda doing it for me. I'd thought I'd never be into the whole size difference thing but maybe for our honeymoon you could-"

You growled again, your hooves scraping against the ground as you released another puff of steam from your nose. Liam took notice of this and shrieked, "Adam! Cut it out!" He pleaded. "You're making it worse!"

Lute nodded, "Sir, you're only angering him even more! Can you save your horny bullshit for later!" She said through gritted teeth gesturing over to you.

Adam huffs, "Fuck, fine..whatever I'll wait for him to be done with his little temper tantrum.."

"TEMPER TANTRUM?!?" You roared again.

"Oh no..." Liam squeaked, shrinking back into his wings. Lute only face palmed, at Adam's stupidity.

Fortunately, before you could do anything a familiar voice interrupted you.

"What is the meaning of this?!" A motherly voice spoke, It was Sera. Her voice booming throughout the room, as her wings folded gracefully against her back.

"Is everything okay?!?" A familiar younger looking angel called out, it was Emily and it was obvious she was concerned by her slight pout and furrowed eyebrows.

They both gasped as they noticed your monstrous form. "Y/n!!" Emily cried, as she quickly flew over. "What happened?" She frowned.

Meanwhile Sera was a lot less gentle with her tone. "Y/n! Stop this nonsense at once, whatever you're angry at shouldn't warrant this reaction!" She scoffed. "You're shaking the entire palace! Everyone in heaven can hear you!"

You huffed, "Well maybe I wouldn't be so fucking angry, if I didn't just find out I'm getting married!"

Sera's eyes widened,"how did you-" she cut herself off, as the realization settled into her brain, she shot a quick glare over to Adam. "Adam! I thought we agreed we'd tell him after he finished with his duties for the day.."

The said Angel shrugged, "You really expected me to wait the entire day? No bitch, it's not my fault you're so fucking busy..". Sera only rolled her eyes in response, she then turned back to face you.

"Y/n, I know this isn't an ideal situation to learn about your engagement but you must stop this nonsense at once." She sounded stern, as she still tried to maintain some semblance of normalcy in her tone.

"No! This isn't nonsense! I'm justifiably angry!" You groaned. "You always do this Sera! You make decisions about my life and never fucking ask me!"

"Language."

You growled in response, you went to speak again but Emily interrupted. "(Y/n)...please, I know you're angry but don't lash out at anyone, please. I'm sure we can resolve this if we just talk..?" She suggested. Your eyes softened a bit, as you looked into your sister's eyes. You let out another huff before, you began to shrink back into your normal size.

Sera and the others visibly relaxed as you retreated back to your regular size. You fixed the crown that laid sideways on your head, before soothing out your clothes. "Okay...I'll let you explain yourself..." you grumbled, crossing your arms.

Sera sighed, "I know you're upset" 'upset is an understatement'  you thought, as you listened to your sister speak. "But, I made the decision to accept Adam's proposal because I knew it would be good for you, it would be good for all of us."

You raised a brow, "how exactly?"

"Your union with Adam, will provide a  good service not only here but on earth. Love is a fundamental part of heaven, your marriage with Adam will symbolize love and happiness to the human. It'd help spread hope across the globe and help mortals stray away from sin"

"But what about my happiness??" You asked. "I don't want to seem selfish..but everything I've ever done has been for the humans or for heaven...I don't even know half of my subjects? I've never even been to the earth." You scoffed. "How do you even know this'll work?"

"I have faith it will." She responds, though it felt like there was something else she wasn't telling you.

"Faith?" You repeated. "I'm in an arranged marriage all based on your faith?" You growled.

"(Y/n) don't.." you heard Liam meekly whisper.

"(Y/n)..," Sera warned, narrowing her eyes.

"Y'know Sera " you spat out your sister's name like it was venom. "It seems like you're willing to do A LOT of things for faith huh?" You scoffed. "Like when you forced all your societal expectations on me !." You watched as everyone in the room stiffened.

"Y/n!" Liam said, "you can't-"

"I can! I'm sick of this! I'm sick of everything! You always treat me like a child! All of you do! I'm 23 years old! I'm not some naive little boy anymore Sera!" You huffed.

"You throwing this outburst isn't really helping me see that, is it now?" Sera replied, matching your sass.

Your eye twitched, as you glared up at your sister. "Go to hell, Sera." You spat. Causing her eyes to widen, and for Emily and Liam to gasp. You could see Lute narrow her eyes a bit.

"Y/n you do NOT speak to me that way!" Sera commanded, as her anger grew so did the eyes that began to appear in her hair as she retained a slight glow to them. "Being angry is one thing but you do Not  raise your voice at me!"

"There you go again, you're treating me like a child! I-" Emily then finally butted in.

"Y/n I know you're up about your engagement to Adam but we think it'll be a good idea.."

Your form slouched, as your tone grew quiet. "Wait...we?..." you frowned. "Emily..." you glanced down at her, obvious hurt in your eyes. "You knew...did the others-" Emily frowned, averting her gaze as he hesitantly nodded, giving you confirmation the rest of the seraphim knew and signed off on your engagement.

Your eyes welled with tears, as you backed away. Everyone knew about your apparent engagement, except you. It was one thing for Sera to make decisions for you but for Emily and the others too...it hurt. Emily was usually your aid for guidance and knowledge when you couldn't get it from Sera. She always told you the truth....but she made this life changing decision without even asking you about it.

You sniffled, you felt a bit embarrassed for beginning to cry in front of everyone. It sent you back to your preschool years when you remembered being scolded for being a crybaby and too emotional.  But you couldn't help it now, you felt betrayed and you didn't know how else to handle this.

At the sound of your sniffling, Sera's glare softened as well as everyone's posture. Instead of being tense you could feel them begin to pity you.

Surprisingly, Adam made the first move. "Y/n babe.." he began, his voice unusually soft. "Why don't you relax and we meet up later and-" he reached out to place his hand on your shoulder, but you slapped it away.

"Don't fucking touch me." You spat, hiccuping on your words as turned and dashed down the hall. You heard shouts of your name but you didn't care. You just wanted to get away from everyone right now.

Emily reached out to stop you, but Sera held her back. "No, let him go. Maybe some time alone is what he needs to digest everything" she sighed. "I hope..."

You slammed the door open of your room, shutting it behind you as you slugged your way over to your bed before face planting against the soft silk sheets. You let out a loud sigh as you did.

Skelly, who was happily snoozing in the corner of the bed perked up. He tilted his head, before stretching his body and trotting over to you. He seemed to notice your down mood and whimpered, nuzzling into your hand as he gave you puppy eyes.

You frowned, "Not now, Skelly..." you mumbled, as you sat up from your slumped position on the bed, causing the puppy to let out another whine.

"Can you imagine? Me," You huffed, "The wife of that, boorish brainless..." You stood up from your bed, walking over to your vanity, placing the engagement ring on your finger. "Madame Adam, can't you just see it?" You continued, as you sang to Skelly, who watched you in confusion.

"Madame Adam, his little wife. Ugh!" You growled out, as you ripped off the ring and placed it on the vanity. "No, sir! Not me! I guarantee it!" You walked over to the balcony doors, pushing them open. As you made your way to the balcony you gripped the railing as you sighed, " I want much more than this provincial life!"

You hesitantly took the golden crown that laid on your head, as you glanced over it before setting it on a nearby table.  With a determined look, wings sprouted from your back as you bent your knees a bit to boost yourself off the ground.

As you soared into the sky, you glanced over the city, before making your way to the roof on the tallest tower in the palace.  " I want adventure in the great wide somewhere!" You grinned, as you felt the wind blow through your hair. "I want it more than I can tell.." you glanced at a few residents of heaven you were able to see from the height  as you held onto the golden pole that held the flag of the seraphim.

"And for once it might be grand.." your voice softened, as you did a small twirl around the pole. "To have someone understand..." you made eye contact with the bright golden gates of heaven before your eyes softened, glancing past the gates as you leaned against the pole. Your cheek resting against the cold surface, "I want so much more than they've got planned..."

Sorry for the lateish update!!! I was preoccupied with my other hazbin hotel book that was in the works!!!!

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an: I was cleaning out my drafts and ran into this nearly-finished piece of two disasters having their first kiss. Enjoy.

the way you feel when you kiss him for the first time like fire within your bones like your soul has returned to the water like every part of you that came from a dead star is alive again

Here’s the thing. So. Like.

He’s kissing Eddie Munson, tongue and everything, hands digging into his crazy fucking hair, face twisted sideways because they’d been sitting there next to each other, close enough that their hips were touching, and Eddie was gesturing with both hands thrown wide, so that every once in a while his hand smacked Steve’s chest on accident and he murmured a quick apology before going back to his story, and Steve fucking loved listening to him rant and rave about whatever he had a bug up his ass about on any given day, he loved it so much and it seemed like the thing to do when you loved something about someone so much it made your chest tight and your head a little fuzzy.

Steve twists his head and slots his tongue over Eddie’s lips and Eddie makes a noise that Steve feels down to his fucking toes and he nips, just a bit, swallows up Eddie’s gasp and curls his fingers around his neck and licks into his mouth.

First kisses are usually either tentative or chaotic, and this one is sloppy as all get out but it’s not – it’s good. It’s so fucking good Steve thinks he could happily fucking die right this second and he wouldn’t even be mad about it. Eddie’s teeth slide along Steve’s lower lip when he sucks said lower lip into his mouth and Steve hums and blows a breath out through his nose and fleetingly imagines their entire lives expanding out before them – tables that for another day when he’s done more than make out with Eddie in the woods behind his house.

Eddie pulls back, and Steve chases, a bit, blinks his eyes back open with a pout. “You. What. You?”

It’s – Steve’s done this whole song and dance with half the girls in his age group in Hawkins, rarely ever felt this buzzing under his skin. The desperate urge to claw his way into Eddie’s chest is burning him. That’s…not the usual reaction he gets when he kisses someone.

“What the hell, Harrington? What the fuck?”

And like… okay. So. He’s had crushes before. He’s been in fucking love before and he fucking knows what it feels like and he knows what it means when someone looks at you that way that Eddie looks at him and.

“Fuck, uh… Shit, sorry man. Yeah. Should have, uh…whoops?”

“Whoops?”

Eddie’s on his feet then, his limbs akimbo as he throws his arms out, gesturing vaguely in Steve’s direction, looking at Steve like he’s grown like, three extra heads. Which. Okay so maybe he could have done better at like, explaining what the fuck he was doing but Eddie was so fucking hot when he got really in the zone with some rant or other and Steve’s been like, waiting for him.

“You can’t just go around kissing people, man!”

“I thought you were gay!” Steve says, like that explains a damn fucking thing, and Eddie whirls on him, wild eyed, like Steve’s just shouted some tightly kept secret to the world and… yeah. Alright. Fair.

“I thought you were the straightest fucking dude in America, Steve, what the fuck?”

“Oh,” Steve says, because that, yeah. That tracks. Okay. So. Yeah, he can work with this. 

He runs a jittery hand through his air, glances up at Eddie through a few strands that cut loose from the hairspray. “Yeah uh, so I guess like, no? Chicks are like, great but then here you are being so fucking adorable I wanna like, put you in my fucking pocket to keep you safe and like, take you out on a date and, I don’t know, suck your cock or something. Which is.” 

He’s rambling now, doesn’t know what to do with his hands. 

“Okay so like I guess I didn’t really think about the ramifications of this before I fucking went for it but I have been thinking about your lips on my lips for way longer than I have been acknowledging to myself and you weren’t fucking doing anything about it and I just thought I could. Do something about it. So um…no. Not. Not straight.” 

Steve imagines, for a moment, Hawkins High jocks fading out of the shadows to beat the shit out of him, bible thumping mothers intent on letting him know his sins will destroy the country and land him straight in hell, his own father telling him he won’t have a fag for a son. Feels really fucking shitty about it for about thirty seconds and then remembers he’s saved the world at least four times and internally tells them all to go fuck themselves. 

“Hey, is there a word for that? Liking both? Do you – fuck, is there like, a handbook? Do you even know? Did – but then you’re – I mean I definitely for sure got the feeling you and Robin have more in common than just being really great at saving the world, also you for sure kissed me back and – holy shit Robin’s gonna be pissed you found out before she did.”

Eddie stares at him in abject horror for about thirty seconds, but it’s not – it’s not judgy, at least, it’s more like Steve looks at Robin when she word vomits. “Jesus H Christ did you just speed run gay panic?” Which – Robin has explained that before and if Eddie knows about it then he probably also is not…not gay.

“I don’t think I’m strictly gay!” Steve says, his voice a little higher than he’d like but Eddie is pacing now, which. Not conducive to more kissing, and it’s literally all Steve wants to be doing right now. “It might not even be dudes in general, I haven’t gotten any further than you!”

“What the fuck, Harrington?” And pacing be damned, Steve hops up and cages Eddie in again, leans forward for a kiss because he’s not, like, saying no, he’s just confused because he didn’t think Steve was into it and kissing will definitely help him figure it out. Only he rolls his head back, away from Steve’s, shoulders and neck rolling back. The rest of him stays, though, and Steve slots his hands on Eddie’s narrow waist and stares at him. 

“I’m like, super into you, Eddie, and unless I’m suddenly really fucking bad at reading signals you’re also into me.”

Eddie leans forward, rolls his forehead against Steve’s. It’s nice. Not as nice as the kissing had been but…yeah, he’s cool with this. Eddie huffs out a breath of laughter, a self-deprecating little chortle that Steve recognizes and wants to dash away. “I’ve been trying really hard not to throw those signals. Just. Just so you know.”

“You’re really bad at it,” Steve tells him, fingers digging a bit into his side now, his left hand sliding towards Eddie’s back, and he doesn’t really think about it when he exerts a bit of force to drag Eddie a little closer. “To be like, fully clear here. I’m not… I haven’t been misreading, correct?”

“Fuck,” Eddie says, those wide dark eyes holding Steve’s. “This is insane. People don’t just wake up one day and go ‘hey I’m actually totally attracted to my own gender and I have literally zero bad feelings about that’ – people kill themselves about it.”

“Nearly died enough times to know I don’t care for it,” Steve tells him, and he really, really wants to fucking kiss him again but probably Eddie needs a second. “Listen, do you like me or not, because if not I am seriously overstepping right now and I don’t actually want to make this weird.”

“This is so fucking weird, man,” Eddie says but then he’s curling his fingers into the end of Steve’s shirt and fisting it there before Steve has a chance to draw back and respect his boundaries, like he’s holding himself back from more but not quite ready to let go. Steve follows his lead. “Did Robin say something?”

“Robin has been literally zero help,” Steve admits, because she really has been fucking useless and cagey and completely unwilling to give him any idea if this whole thing is reciprocated or just a fully fucking unrequited crush. “I am actually pretty emotionally intelligent, so I figured…” God he’s giving Steve that look. Again. “Vibes were there.”

“Vibes.” Eddie says, like he wants to bash his brains in. “You… you just threw all caution to the wind on fucking vibes.”

“Vibes are a thing!”

Eddie curls the hand not already fisting in Steve’s shirt around his waist, his long fingers catching at the stripe of skin exposed by the pull of his shirt. Every thought in Steve’s head feels like it’s centered right there, where he can feel Eddie’s rings warm against his skin.

Steve is like, 97.3 percent certain at this point that he hasn’t just ruined a decently important friendship, and he really, really does want to return to that zenith of his tongue in Eddie’s mouth, so he rolls his head again, nosing at Eddie’s cheek, reaching for his jaw.

Eddie shoves him back – slowly, regretfully almost. 

“Give me a fucking second, Harrington.”

“Sure. Yeah.” 

Even as Eddie goes back to pacing Steve feels good about this. Eddie Munson is probably a lot more accepting of things than most of the assholes in Hawkins but he has yet to tell Steve to go fuck himself and he seems more…overwhelmed than anything else. Surprised. He had just admitted he thought Steve didn’t go for that thing. Had he thought about it, beyond a passing ‘Steve the Hair Harrington digs the ladies’?

Jesus. He’s so fucking embarrassing. Even in his own goddamn brain.

Eddie whirls on him, opens his mouth. Shuts it and takes a few pointed steps further away from Steve. Steve very much hates that, but – time. Space. He can manage that. He takes the opportunity to enjoy the pull of Eddie’s jeans over his ass. 

Holy shit, Steve thinks to himself as he ogles the other man, holy shit he’s so very much not straight and it’s taking every ounce of willpower to give Eddie his fucking second. 

“You’re a fucking psycho,” Eddie says, and it’s probably aimed at Steve even though he still hasn’t actually turned back to look at him again. “You fully understand that what you just did screams absolute lunatic, right?”

“The – which part, exactly?”

“Steve, what if I wasn’t gay?”

It’s – kind of a sad question, if he’s being honest, because he’s suspected he likes dudes for maybe two weeks, even if it’s been nagging at him for literal months now, but he’s been that shitty kid who called people queer like it was the dirtiest word in the book, and he’s well aware at this point how fucking scary it is for anyone who is the least bit not ‘normal’ by societies standards. Especially if it’s actually true.

“I mean, I assume you’d probably give me a lot of shit and I would spend a good month too mortified to look at you before you let me off the hook?” But that question gets a little closer to the heart of it, the one thing Steve’s still a little worried about. “But…you are?”

“How the fuck did you even know?”

“The vibes!” He wiggles his fingers at that, widens his eyes like that will help Eddie understand. “And, you know. The general feeling every time you look at me like you’re half a second from eating me alive.”

“I do not!” Eddie says, a little scandalized, a little like he’s been caught out. 

“You totally do. You have…very expressive eyes.” This is new. Just balls to the wall flaying honesty, right off the bat, no hiding behind a slick smile and a clever little wink. What even is flirting, Steve thinks. In for a penny, in for a pound. “I fully thought you were gonna bend me over a table at Gary’s party last weekend.”

“Jesus fuck,” Eddie says, only he’s still not denying it, and he’s turning those same round shining eyes on Steve and – yeah. That is not a platonic fucking look. “I’m gonna take, like, three steps towards you right now. Can you. Not fucking attack me when I get there?”

“Yeah. Sure. Totally.” Robin and Nancy once ganged up on him to tell him he was basically a golden retriever in human form, and he feels every inch one as Eddie takes long, measured steps towards him. If he had a tail he’d be wagging it so fucking hard his ass would be wiggling. 

“Full disclosure,” Eddie tells him at a step and a half in. “I was actually thinking about getting on my knees and sucking you off until your soul left your body, at Gary’s party, last weekend.” Steve bites his lip, doesn’t say a word, ignores the heat thrumming in his veins. “Don’t you dare kiss me right now, Harrington,” he says, and there’s an edge to his voice that is very fucking interesting and Steve would like to explore more.

“Yep. Hands and lips to myself. Gotcha.”

“I also had a massive panic attack about it like five minutes later because you’re the best person I know and I will be fully, absolutely destroyed if I lose you, so. Before I set myself adrift here, are you sure you have a single fucking clue what you’re getting yourself into?”

“See, that’s the thing!” Steve points, just as Eddie takes another step, so his finger ends up right in Eddie’s face and he’s eyeing it like he might just pop it into his mouth. In for a penny… “You got really mad at me when you thought I was avoiding you, and I very much, totally was because I have like, two age appropriate friends and figuring out one of them might be the love of my life threw me for a fucking loop.” Too soon, way too fucking soon, he was supposed to like, at least get Eddie in his bed before he admitted that. “So. I’ve already had that crisis and I know I lied and told you it was nothing but that’s. What that was.”

The look shifts. Eddie’s eyes were already wide, so his expression doesn’t change all that much, but his eyes get a little glassy and the dimple in his cheek twitches. 

“Whoops,” Steve repeats and Eddie gathers up the hand Steve still has between them, guiding the arm down towards Steve’s side, lacing their fingers up together as he gets close enough Steve can feel his breath on his cheek.

“You’re an actual lunatic,” Eddie tells him, but he’s leaning in close, now, curling a hand around Steve’s neck. “Whoops, he says,” and Eddie shakes his head fondly, close enough that the tip of his nose swipes across Steve’s with the movement. “How long?”

“We’re still not kissing, right?” Steve asks, just to clarify, and Eddie smiles, shakes his head. “Yep. Still good with that. Sure. How long what?”

“Don’t play dumb, princess.”

“I mean – are you asking about me? Are you asking about me knowing about you? Are you asking about attraction, or feelings, or…”

“Sure,” Eddie says, and Steve supposes he walked himself into that. He���s still – Steve could count individual lashes dashed across Eddie’s eyelids, he’s so close. 

“Yeah. Alright. Me? Been trying to sort it out for a while, I think, since Vecna. For sure? Two weeks ago, when you made me come watch your campaign finale, or whatever.” Eddie’s eyes gleam with interest, and Steve can see him searching for a specific moment, but it hadn’t been a specific moment, it had been an amalgamation of the last seven months of his life, and watching Eddie in his element, threading together a sweeping close to a tale he’s been working on for a full year, seeing the kids delighted faces, thinking about all the shit they’d been through and all the terrible things they’ve seen, it had all clicked into place. “You? I didn’t know, know. Just. Robin’s always saying there are signs, if you look for them. I hoped. I was looking for them.” 

Had to talk himself into and out of reading into signs multiple times, honestly. 

“I had some very confusing boners before I understood them, so I can’t really pinpoint that one, but a while,” and Eddie’s lips curl up, which is nice. It’s one of his favorite things to do, making Eddie smile like that. “The… I liked you from the start, is the thing, so there isn’t just a single moment but… you remember that night we got up on the roof of the van and got way too fucking high?”

“You couldn’t find the Big Dipper,” Eddie recalls fondly. 

“Yeah, well, you were right there next to me, being all freakishly smart about constellations and looking at me and when you told me about your mom I wanted to just – tear the whole fucking world apart for you. So.”

“So,” Eddie says, and his voice has gone whisper soft and his breath is fanning across Steve’s face and his eyes are big and brown and soft at the edges.

“We’re still doing the no kissing part, right?”

Eddie hums. Tilts his head to the side just a bit, and his nose stripes across Steve’s cheek. “I could probably be persuaded otherwise.”

It’s – he’s –

“If I admit the panic might be coming on now, will you change your mind?”

“Absolutely.”

“Cool. I’m very chill about this.”

“Steve,” he says, and his voice is so fucking soft, and his fingers are skittering up the side of Steve’s arm. 

“Freaking out a little bit. Don’t – you can stay here, though.”

“I’ll stay here as long as you need.”

“While we’re here, you could – I mean I know I said I clocked you pretty easily but if you wanted, I would definitely be okay hearing about – how. How that happened.”

Eddie’s eyes flit up, hold Steve’s. “You lying about anxiety to get me to tell you my dirty secrets?”

“I’m not that smart,” Steve tells him, and Eddie’s smile tilts up at the corners.

[gyutarling]

INFINITE

late night adventures with beomgyu...

♯ — beomgyu x gn!reader ⋆ fluff ⋆ wc 1.7k

warnings! — cursing, mentions of burning things, mentions of ghosts and death, catcher in the rye slander (not srs if u like that book thats cool!), a little pretentious, jokes about dating a senior citizen, lowercase intended, not proofread

note — went ballistic after gyu made an insta..... save me manic pixie dream boy..... save me....

“gyu, where are we even going?” you enquired. frankly, you were still a little grumpy from being woken up at 3 in the morning, with beomgyu outside your window holding your shoes, wordlessly telling you to follow him.

when no reply came after several pauses, you glanced over next to you, only to find him completely zoned out. you were about to open your mouth to snap at him, patience spreading thin from the sleepiness, but then he smiled.

“the library, we’re sneaking in.” he turned his eyes back to the road ahead after making eye contact with you, mischief still heavy on his cheeks.

what he said took you a few seconds longer to process. “oh, okay— wait. what?!” in your befuddled state, you stopped in your tracks, “what do you mean by ‘sneaking in’? why the library?” honestly, you were more surprised that you didn't have more questions, but then again, this is beomgyu, you wouldn't put something like this past him.

beomgyu casually fixed his bangs, “sneaking in as in, we’re gonna not-so-legally enter the library like, right now.” he stopped in front of said building, you didn’t even notice you had been walking for so long. “and the library because there's a book i wanna burn.”

you almost shouted out a question, if not for beomgyu placing his hand over your mouth when he saw you staring at him with wide eyes. “hush! we might get caught!” his hand dropped after he felt your tongue touching his palm, “gross! anyway, do you have a paperclip i can borrow? kinda need to pick this lock before we do the actual ‘sneaking in’ part.” he held out his hand as he inspected the lock.

“what the fuck? are you insane?!” you opted for whisper shouting instead. you take it back, just when you thought he couldn't get any crazier, he proves you wrong with his stupidly perfect smile that seems to grow wider with each late night adventure. “first of all, why did i have to come with? could you not have done this yourself? i don’t wanna get in trouble again.” you said with a roll of your eyes.

“this is a two-person operation! besides, it’s more fun this way. so sorry in advance if i do get us into trouble,” beomgyu whispered back, and by the dimple peeking out from his smirk, you can tell he didn’t mean his apology.

you let out a relenting sigh and handed him a paperclip, “okay, but second of all, what book got you so enraged that you just had to sneak into the town library at such an ungodly hour just to steal and burn it?”

“it’s not like it enraged me, i mean, books are supposed to make you feel intense things, so i would have liked it if it did enrage me,” beomgyu mindlessly spoke while fidgeting with the paperclip, “it’s ‘the catcher in the rye’, borrowed and finished it recently, and i don’t know, the main character is just such a whiny ass bitch boy. he’s got this whole self-loathing, self-aware hypocrite persona going on, and throughout the book he pretty much just talks and drinks and pities himself. i think the author tried to make him too relatable, to the point that he became unrealistic, if that makes sense,” he rambled on, “the only part i liked was near the end, the part with his sister was actually pretty well-written.”

“so you are enraged,” you couldn’t help but giggle at his mini rant, “you’re cute when you ramble, by the way.”

“hm, i’d say the word would be ‘unimpressed’, i just don’t like it.” he pretended to inspect the lock closer, yet still failing miserably at hiding his reddening cheeks. a few minutes after poking and moving the paperclip around inside the keyhole, you heard a click, and seconds later, you two were inside the pitch dark library. “alright, we’re in. the rest should be fairly easy.”

“hold on, one more question,” you realised as you took out your phone for the flashlight, “why didn’t you just do this when you still had the book? why did you have to return it and then come back?” you were too far into the theft and arson two-person operation to be angry at beomgyu for dragging you into it at this point. you were happy to be hanging out with him anyway.

“hey, this might make me a criminal, but i’m not a heathen. i return my shit, never had an overdue book in my entire life,” beomgyu bragged, “mrs. librarian is basically my best friend.”

“and yet you don’t know her name?” you laughed at his antics.

“i believe in the magic of mystery,” he said in an exaggerated fancy accent, “besides, names and such formalities are for first dates, which i might score one soon, heard her husband’s been out a lot.”

“gross, dude! she’s like 78!” you couldn’t help but to playfully shove him.

“and yet she remains such a radiant beauty, her prune-like visuals never fail to amaze me!” beomgyu emphasised even more, and you both couldn’t help but let out loud laughs you weren’t supposed to.

“how romantic, even shakespeare wouldn’t have been able to be as eloquent as you. save it for her, though, i don’t wanna hear about how you’re into an old, saggy woman who’s pushing 80.”

as the laughter died down, you two decided to split up to look for the object of beomgyu’s hatred. you were a little unsettled by the dark, this was a library after all, a very fitting place for a victorian ghost to haunt.

just when you were about to let out a breathy laugh at your own absurd thoughts, you heard a creaking noise. you quickly turned off your phone’s flashlight, this was it, you always knew beomgyu would lead to your downfall by baiting you to some supernatural entity. he probably made a deal with the devil and offered up your soul. no, scratch that, beomgyu is the devil himself—

“boo!” you let out a squeak and fell backwards, startled as you saw beomgyu with his flashlight shining from below his face. you breathed heavily, trying to catch up with the shock as he let out silent cackles. beomgyu might be even more evil than the devil.

“oh man, you should’ve seen your face!” he spitted out between laughter, but that abruptly stopped when you two heard the jingle of keys. you looked at beomgyu, panic still in your eyes, but for a different reason this time. you were still on the ground when he helped you up and dragged you to a corner, sandwiched between two bookshelves as he covered your mouth.

you didn’t know if you were dizzy from being out of breath, or the distance (or the lack thereof) between you and beomgyu. one hand covering your mouth, one hand on your waist to keep you steady, his equally fast breaths on your cheek. if you weren’t insane enough already, he gave you a reassuring squeeze, and leaned his forehead on yours from exhaustion. you wanted to stay like this forever.

of course, your dazed moment was interrupted by the lights of the library turning on, and then came the sound of approaching footsteps. your anxiety returned, and beomgyu glanced to the side just to quickly turn back.

“change of plans. fuck the book, we’re booking it.” he smiled. honestly, how can he have time for word play in such a predicament?

“what—” at that, he grabbed your hand and bolted out from between the shelves. you could hear the shouting of someone, presumably the security guard, but the buzzing adrenaline was louder. beomgyu hurriedly bursted through the doors that you both came in from, with your hands still connected, then down the streets. your legs burned, but at that point, you two were laughing like crazy. in the small, empty neighbourhood, well into the night, you swore you could take on anything if you had beomgyu by your side.

slowing down, he continued to hold onto your hand as you came to a stop. inhaling and exhaling rapidly, the rush died down and you noticed the delicate snowflakes that nipped at your skin. beomgyu seemed to notice as well, he stood up straight and stared upwards, mesmerised by the fluttering whiteness.

“it’s the first snow,” he mumbled, “you know, they say that seeing the first snow together with someone means you’ll be with them forever, and any wishes you make will come true.” he looked back at you, and you found yourself admiring his twinkling eyes.

“that’s pretty,” you smiled at him, “did you wish for anything?”

“yeah, i wished that you were mrs. librarian instead— hey, ow! i’m kidding!” beomgyu dramatically rubbed his arm after you very lightly and playfully punched him.

“moment ruined.” you said, unimpressed as beomgyu giggled.

a comfortable silence fell over the two of you as you continued watching the snow, it’s light enough to not be too cold, but cold enough for beomgyu to pull you closer to him, close enough for the moment to feel real.

“sorry you didn’t get to take out your burning anger on the book.” you slightly chuckled as you remembered the events of the night.

“it’s alright, didn’t matter too much to me,” he shrugged, “i didn’t even hate the book that much, just wanted an excuse to drag you out with me.”

you looked at him, stupefied, “so you couldn’t just ask me to hang out during the day like a normal person? what if that security guard was secretly a victorian ghost protecting the library? and what if said ghost happened to die from a thief who burned their house down?” you started exaggerating to show that you weren’t actually mad at him.

beomgyu jokingly scoffed at your silly rambling, “normal is boring, and from your whole spiel just now, you’re clearly not normal either, weirdo.” at that, you both smiled at each other.

beomgyu is truly beautiful, but especially when he smiles. the way his nose scrunches, pinkish from the cold, eyes turning into crescents with tiny sparkles in them. the way his lips curl up, matching the wispy ends of his soft-looking hair, framing his face perfectly. his smile is truly perfect.

in that moment, all you could feel was beomgyu and the world, both infinitely yours.

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[lowkeyrobin]

Hii there

I'd like to request a fanfic for teen! Ben Hargreeves x Marigold child! reader . They meet some day and after a while became best friends and eventually each other's first love, for Ben his connection with y/n was a key to learn about the world outside the Umbrella Academy and for Y/n this connection become a important part of her own discoveries about life and her own super powers

ooo okay okay, I can try! ; just a little disclaimer, I do only write gn / they/them readers but it shouldn't make much of a difference here ; thanks for requesting, hope you enjoy!! ; also made this more like a drabble cause writers block sucks ; also made some mentions toward the tua young blood book so if you haven't read that, spoiler warning / thats what I'm referring to cause I see it as canon

TEEN! BEN HARGREEVES ; two sides of the same coin

summary ; you and Ben are so alike yet so different, finding a different side to life within each other

warnings ; language

word count ; 650

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you met ben while he was out with his siblings (minus five) at some college party

they'd stolen some clothes from a thrift store and looked... out of place, half of them at least

you were there bc you had an older sibling who went to the college and they dragged you along

he went outside to cool down and release his tentacles because those boys he was playing pool with were hurting him on accident

the skin around where his horrors emitted was always very thin / scabbed, and sometimes the only thing that helped was releasing them

he's like wolverine, his power hurts so bad every time, but he sucks it up

you were also outside cause you felt very out of place and didn't fit into college cliques at all

he rlly caught your eye with his cool ass tentacles

and he got embarrassed by this cute teen his age staring at him

so he shoves them back in and apologizes cause he thinks he's scared you

you're just staring, totally infatuated

and he kinda senses you're not scared or disgusted

"thats so cool!"

he often sneaks out with klaus to see you at night

if he can see you during missions, shit, he will

you place yourself into dangerous situations in hopes he'll come, and most of the time he does

you're always cheering him on and shit

and in the night, you're fucking around with your powers together

you make him feel less insecure about his power and stuff

klaus has never seen that boy so happy in his life

you tell him all about the outside world, he's like living through you in a way

you tell him all about your friends, about school, about all the normal people experiences you could

he teaches you how to use your powers, how to harness it, etc

he's like your teacher / mentor and also your lover in a not weird way

he starts releasing his tentacles around you more often or just to fuck with you

cause you're the only person who isn't weirded out / disgusted by it

you practice your skills together quite often, you just to actually be able to use your gift, and him to be a weapon

he really does hate reginald and the whole "superhero" thing, but you make him feel sm better about being a kid with powers because you get him

he visits your house and sees your room, and he's so jealous of your personality

posters, pictures, decor, etcetera

he's SO JEALOUS

like he wants to steal your whole room

you've snuck into his room a few times

its pretty bland

Allison has the most personalized room and Ben constantly rambles about it

you bring him some posters and decor <3

he's so grateful to have you

he can't even be around his family all normal cause he wants to rant about you so bad

HE CANT TAKE SECRETS

klaus can see right through him

I hc that he writes alongside reading, so he uses knowledge he gained from you to write like a "normal" person

he's so grateful that you're the one helping him sneak out and experience the real world

he encourages you to break shit and you make him break shit too cause he's too much a pussy to take his own advice

so pookie I love him dienrhmwht

he craves those types of moments from movies like perks of being a wallflower, 10 things I hate about you, the breakfast club, etc so bad

he just wants to be normal

but if his normal is sneaking out with you and mentoring you, spending time with you, then he's fine with that

you're each other's other halves

you're determined to make sure you can reach your full potential as what you are, who you are

youre literally like the grace of god to him

[thesupreme316]

ok this might sound weird but… how would aew men react to having a partner who acts like Chelsea Green so she is a karen on screen hopefully that makes sense😭..

AEW Stars React to: You Being A Karen (on-screen)

Pairings: Orange Cassidy x Fem!Reader, MJF x Fem!Reader, Kenny Omega x Fem!Reader, Hook x Fem!Reader, Eddie Kingston x Fem!Reader, Ricky Starks x Fem!Reader, Christian Cage x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 910

Supreme Speaks: hey yall sorry for being MIA, my life has changed so much so please keep me in good thoughts. anyways, i'm back and thanks to @cassie0sstuff requesting and sorry for not responding. Imma try my best to upload as much as possible this week. please remember that you are loved and appreciated.

Warnings: none i think

Taglist: @cassie0sstuff @wwenhlimagines @hooks-martin @hookerforhook @sheinthatfandom @eddie-kingstons-wifey

Okay for this I can only imagine yall doing the whole Karen thing if the other person was truly in the wrong…not when someone is literally just doing their job

Orange Cassidy

He’s just going with the flow man

This is the face before you start yellin 😐

And this is the face after you start yellin 😐

He literally would let you go on a rant and finally, when you walk away he’ll say

“What she said”

Will tell you to chill out if you’re going overboard

Cassidy literally doesn’t have the energy to be playing with you or feeding into your antics

Because of this, Kris, Trent, and Chuck have to pull you off of the other person He loves it when you scream at his opponents; he starts chuckling in their faces

Hook

Tries to calm you down….sometimes

Like Cassidy, Hook is not with the yelling and screamin (unless its in other ways wink wink)

He’s a very quiet and stoic person if you didn’t know

Will shut you down before you even get started

Like I’m talking will pick you up and remove you from the room

However, if it’s a time when you really can’t be stopped, Hook will sit back and observe

With a huge ass smirk as you’re mouthing off at his opponent

After it’s all said and done, he says, “Fuck around and find out”

Only will allow you to do it once he can’t be bothered to yell or complain

Eddie Kingston

Man either loves it or he’s not phased

Like it has become a part of his routine; wake up, get ready, hear you yell, kick-ass, sleep, repeat

He loves to see you go off the handles every once in a while, especially when confronting Claudio or Jericho

You: You keep getting involved with business that’s not yours! You are not the authority here! I’ll sue you!

Eddie: SHE WILL TAKE ALL YOUR PENNIES YOU SWISS LEX LUTHOR!

Other times you fade into the background

Fenix: Do you hear her?

Eddie: Not really, at this point it’s white noise…or maybe I’m going deaf

I also think he would just place you in front of him when he's finished talking so you can scream the rest of his thoughts

Kenny Omega

Your character is primarily on BTE

He feeds into it

Will tattletale on Nick and Matt to you

“You two are in big trouble when Y/N gets here! Ooooooooo!”

Will hide behind you and stick his tongue out at Nick and Matt

I think he would also just tell Kota (who can do no wrong) to let you angry translate for him

Kenny would be the significant other who 100% percent supports their partner

Even if they are in the wrong…he won’t let you know when you’re wrong

If you really went in on someone, he would quietly apologize after you leave

MJF

OH THIS MOTHERFUCKER

Feeds into it x5000

A smirk would be on his face as he states that you are his secret weapon

Will lie to people just for a chance to see you yell at people

Brings you to his matches so you can yell at referees about their “mistakes”

Will act like a Karen when you get ejected from a match

“NO YOU SMHUCK! YOU CAN’T GET MAD CAUSE YOU DON’T KNOW HOW TO DO YOUR JOB!”

He might leave the match since you’re not there

Sits back stage and sulks while you scream at everyone in sight

Tbh, you are both Karens with the way he acts

You both have to drag each other away

Christian Cage

Hehe, this man is the biggest Karen

Don’t hit me, but this man would use you as a shield and scapegoat (character speaking wise)

He would hide behind you and tell you to tell off his opponent

Will send you to do interviews for him, loves it when you get feisty and start yelling

He would also send you off to let Tony his list of demands (of what he wants in his locker room and wish)

If he said anything outta pocket and gets confronted, he’ll say it was you

“I didn’t say your mom is hot…Y/N said it! Wait-“

Hear me out…he has several voice messages saved with you screaming your head off

Uses it when you’re not there to get his point across

God forbid anyone starts yelling back at you…he would unleash hellfire upon them

Ricky Starks

Okay at first…he was annoyed

Like he didn’t understand why your character goes around yelling at people and how it got over

But once he turned heel, he understood

It was hella funny yet justified…especially when one of you got disrespected

Ricky tries his best not to laugh on screen when you’re screaming

Will join in and verbally jump the person

You: You are so horrible at your job! Like how did you-

Ricky: I got this baby…YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY HORRIBLE AT YOUR JOB AND YOU DESERVE TO CHOKE-

He is quick to get merchandise made with your Karen slogans

Cuts people off and threats to get you...which makes them instantly shut up

[cyxnidx]

Hello! How are you doing? :-) I saw your recent post and it was really good! good job btw I really liked it a lot ^_^ anyways, I wanted to request something since I saw that their open, so これを始めましょう！

Can I request Stolas, Angel Dust and Alastor with a Male! Human! S/O that looks very feminine (facial wise) and gets mistaken for a girl :,) (that’s the pain I go through 😔) and they always have to correct people and eventually get sick of it? How would they react?

Thank you! Have a good day :)

heyy! im pretty good for the moment, thanks for asking :) 始めよう！sorry if its short :,)

warnings: ftm!reader, them being dramatic

Stolas

the first time the instance occurred out in public, it definitely sent him off balance a bit.

it would go something like this:

"nice girl, stolas!" a stranger called off, their friends whistling while they walk away. you watch stolas look around, confused. "girl..?" his eyes reach yours, who seems to be embarrassed and a bit ticked off. "did they just call you a girl?" he asks, almost secretively. you nod reluctantly.

it takes him a while to understand why they were talking to you - he felt it was obvious you were a boy.

you'd have to explain to him your feminine features and how they're commonly found in women.

after that though, he'd understand.

make an effort to inform everyone, whether or not they knew, that you're a boy and going by whatever your pronouns are.

definitely gets a bit irritated when somebody he made sure to inform still doesn't get it right.

will literally burn down a house because of it. (and has.)

Angel Dust

the day somebody called you a girl was the same day that person coincidentally went missing.

has brought up possibly getting you a shirt that says "i'm a guy" on it.

is literally the biggest ally. supports you in everything (from ur transition, to your presentation.)

anybody who complained could go and die on a field of landmines for all he cared

i feel typically angel isnt very emotional, but about this?? he'll take everything personal

literally almost started a war over somebody mistaking you for a girl???

he's stabbed random ass people because after you corrected them, they didn't listen.

"i'm actually a guy," you'd say softly after your at-work friend called you 'pretty'. it was still a compliment, but you were hoping for a more masculine compliment. seeing angel in your peripheral vision watching carefully, you watch the person shrug. "i just called you pretty?" "yes but i'd prefer more masculine compliments.." "just accept it."

yeahh ur work friend will no longer be attending their job.

Alastor

at first, i feel that he humored it for a bit.

however, the more it happened? it somewhat irked him.

it probably irked him more than you?? somehow.

you might not notice it but he makes him so mad lmao

"is something the matter?" you'd ask, almost disregarding how someone just mis gendered you. "peachy." he'd respond, though, his eyes low and intimidating for anyone who'd look at him.

definitely rants - to anybody that'll listen.

constantly feels the need to apologize on society's behalf whenever someone decides to be outwardly dumb in his opinion

"i'm sorry." he'd tell you, eyes filled with fire and war - almost murderous. "these imbeciles can't help but make it obvious they're operating on half a brain cell."

alastor is mostly passive-aggressive with others and your gender

he almost feels guilty for teasing you about your features before when he sees you getting a bit timid or defensive about the whole thing.

[xzaddyzanakinx]

Part two thoughts on an ani x bpd reader? Like, when things get that bad, does either of them wake the fuck up and realize things need to change? Remorse or guilt? The reader leaving? Ani leaving or falling into a self loathing hole, doing bad stuff again and again whether to himself or reader) and not taking care of himself?

It’s interesting to read some of your takes on BPD relationships, because I obviously have no idea what that’s like, but you do. You can make it seem very addicting, but also very terrifying and unhealthy, depending on which way the pendulum swings (I hope you take that as a compliment. Tone is hard through text. Lol. 😅).

I personally do not believe abuse is justified in any situation, whether you have a disorder or not. There’s lots of ways to deal with feelings without taking it out on someone else. On the other hand, I know some BPD’s have described feeling horrified with themselves after an episode like that, and so I’ve never really known just how much ‘control’ someone has in that moment. Either way, I still believe it’s the person’s responsibility to find a way to deal with it. Nobody deserves to be miserable around them just because they can’t handle something.

Anyway, I kind of went off on a rant. Apologies. Lol. My main request was for a part two of Ani x BPD reader! ❤️🫶✨

Not offended at all bby.

I think after I’m done with stalker!ani I’ll write a fic on this. Just cause so many people have asked about it.

100% BPD X BPD would be a terrible pairing. Coming from me as a bpd gal.

Now, personally, I’ve never physically abused anyone during an episode. But I HAVE done lots of property damage and I also broke my hand when I used a concrete wall as a punching bag. I split a wooden bat at the tip from whacking a fence once.

When it gets that bad, I don’t really remember what I said or did. I just feel really jittery, almost like an extreme caffeine high you know? (Imagine old cartoon character drinking coffee and their whole body vibrates, eyeballs and all)

But if it doesn’t get to that point, which it rarely does now that I’m medicated correctly and have a good support system, I IMMEDIATELY feel regret. Like horrible sorrow. Bpd means big feelings and when I feel regret, which isn’t often, it feels like I’m grieving a death that I’m to blame for.

For the smaller, more snappy or short outbursts:

My mouth works faster than the logical part of my brain that tells me not to say something mean.

Sometimes I catch myself in the middle of saying something awful and then I just have to finish it because the damage is done and I may as well spit it out. Then I’ll lock myself in the bathroom for an hour until I’ve hyped myself up enough to apologize, then I’ll go back to the bathroom until the big feelings from my apology die down. I’ll be quiet, basically selectively mute for the rest of the day and be super irritable.

It’s exhausting. But it’s even more exhausting to have to continually remind myself not to spew the first thing that pops into my head or not to chuck the bag of shredded cheese at the wall because I can’t get the ziploc to open.

It’s so stupid that something so small as getting my hairbrush stuck on a knot in my hair could set me off into a teeth gritting, foot stomp and shriek. Like wtf? That’s embarrassing. But it happens before I can even think about what I’m doing.

The best way I can describe it is: I’m a bratty toddler when it comes to emotional regulation.

But you’re so right tho, your illness doesn’t give you an excuse to be an ass. It just proves the person doesn’t want to put in the work to get better if they use it as a justifying reason.

BPD might cause my reactions, but I’m in charge of my actual actions. Sometimes it takes a long time for them to recognize that though. I’m an adult now, I’m medicated, I’ve spent my fair share of days in the loony bin. Looking back at my teenage self? It’s horrific and sad. For me and everyone around me back then.

[emchante]

Mmm Ems, I’ve been thinking about chin grabs all day long. Just that little gesture of wanting to have your full attention, grasping your chin between two fingers… hell this goes for all my favorites—Danny, Carlos and Max, they’d all do it and get off on seeing you melt for them 😩

What do you think?

~🫠

HELLOO 🫠 NONNIE!!

sorry i didn’t get to this sooner, i took a big ol’ nap when i got home.

but WOAH,, danny, carlos and max you say? just as well two of them are my favourites and the other has made his way into my life 😌 how about some thots under the cut, hm?

DANIEL well.. daniel is a sucker for having your attention. he’ll die without it, he thinks. anytime he’s talking to you and you’re not giving him your full attention, his index finger and thumb are suddenly grasping your chin and turning you round to face him. “come on, sweetheart. listen to me,” he’d whine, dragging out the me. you’d laugh of course, pressing a kiss to his cheek as an apology before listening.

but there’s times where you don’t comply, and daniel hates it. he’ll grasp your chin tighter, pulling you right to him as his dark eyes stare into your own. “i said listen, baby. you going to be a good girl f’me? or are you playing naughty?” and let’s be real— that gets you both going. not long til you’re on the bed with him, and four words: pussy spanking from daniel.

MAX loves your attention. obviously. you’re the biggest victim to maxplaining, so he always needs it. when you’re too busy or simply can’t be bothered with his yapping though, you kind of shut him off. you’re reading your book when suddenly two fingers take a hold of your chin, turning your face to the left. “come on, schatz, why aren’t you listening?” he whines, moving closer to pepper kisses onto your face.

however when you get a little mouthy? oh, you’re in for it. you bite back a “enough, max” and his whole demeanour changes. your head is yanked by those two fingers on your chin, and you go to fight back until— oh. max’s face is.. different. it’s not got the soft smile, or playful glint in his eyes. his expression is hard, dark eyes with his brows furrowed. “oh, you’re telling me off?” he chuckles, humourlessly. “up, now,” and you gulp at his tone, melting into his hand still on your face. “maxie—” “up” and you’re obliging. it’s as if within a flash, you’re splayed on your back with nothing on but you’ve got a fully clothed max above you, covered thigh against your core.

CARLOS oh well, carlos was just trying to talk to you about his workout that morning. he needed to rant about what went wrong, and you were his outlet. and you felt bad because you wanted to listen, but the article on your phone was reeaallyy intriguing. “cariño,” he dragged out, moving his hand to your face as he grasped your chin gently, turning you to him. “not listening, hm?” he asks, doe eyes staring right into your soul as he tilted his head. you apologised with a shy smile, giving him your full attention.

but when you still ignore him, it’s completely different. his hand is roughly grabbing your chin, and you’re pulled so your forehead is against his own. “how disrespectful is that, hm?” he asks lowly, and you gulp slightly. “ignoring me amor, really? when i’m so upset?” he continues, tutting. “i’m sorry carlos i—” “no need,” he shrugs, letting you go as he stands up. it’s weird, he’s not usually so lenient— “i know you’ll make it up to me. come to bed, cariño,” oh. you look up to see the frustration and lust clouding his eyes. not too surprising when you’re across his lap, and his hand print is bright red on your ass.

OOPS, I GOT CARRIED AWAY… how’s that for you though nonnie? what do we think? 🫣

[midwestemoismid]

Do you ever love a character so much you sorta steal your entire personality from them,,

<autism rant>

Cuz like I'm obsessed with Nicole from class of '09, if sorta stolen my whole humor from her, Which isn't really a good thing because shes kinda a piece of shit, the game revolves around her being a horrible person or trying to kill herself or something like that, I'm not like as mentally ill as her, but my humor has evolved to be similar to Nicole and ive sorta had this not care attitude. I've also been really jokingly mean to one of my best friends (he knows its a joke, thats our humor) but I accidentally did that to my little brother and felt SO bad lmao,, (he said something very obviously and I loudly go "yeah no fucking shit bitch" then started apologizing profusely) This other time I was playing blooket w/ that same friend and I did something that made him eat a fake burger and I went really loud "have this fucking burger you fat ass bitch" and hje just stared at me like wtf,, and the other person on the call (who I just met) was SHOCKED.

i'm not a bad person,, hes okay with me making those jokes btw

well im sorta a bad person but i'm working on that

i sorta hate having obsessions over character because i want to BE THEM. and it sucks even more when theyre a horrible person--and when theyre a girl,, cuz like i want to de-transition and become a terrible person and chane my name to Nicole WHAT THE FUCK WHY I DONT KNOW and like i had an alt acc on tiktok where i used she/her and named myself nicole and it was like a class of 09 fanpage sorta. and like i dont wanna be a bad person nor do i wanna hurt people feelings or be addicted to drugs AT ALL but like NICOLE🙏🙏🙏

this always happens when i have some sort of obsession. i dont typically have favorites but when i do its like an obsession

and like one other problem with being obsessed with nicole is i accidentally obsess over mental illness and (stuff i shouldnt obsess over), wich is really bad and unhealthy.

I gain little obsessions over certain things, like right now im REALLY obsessed with a game called "bad parenting" and it's a really really sad game. I wont spoil it but its genuinelly depressing and made me cry. after i saw it i wanted to hug my dad and tell him i loved him for being a good dad. ive been listening to the backround song on repeat for a bit, i might even draw fanart of it idk,, but i feel like i shouldnt be hyper obsessed with it

as a kid i also was really obsessed with "salad fingers" wich had a sadish theme to it, i kinda forget the plot but i thought it was interesting and how the main charecter was kinda messed up.

I also really like "little miss fortune" wich was also really sad. again i dont remember the plot my childhood is sorta a blur and i dont remember it well

"Sally face" is another sad game i liked. not gonna spoilt it but i loved the supernatural bit and there was a lot of death.

I also really love horror movies, ESPECIALLY horror movies that go into psychology. Like for example, saw is pretty interesting because its cool to see if people would rather cut of an arm or die. I know it's fake but it's still really cool.

Theres a lot i find interesting but i dont wanna sound like im actually insane lol

This ran went in so many placed i forgot what the original post was about😭 took me abt 2 and 1/2 class period to wright

If you read this all, thanks! If you relate reblog or comment (or make a new post and tag me) and tell me what charecter you relate to/obsess over

[roshellow29]

Idk why but I feel the need to rant about trolls band together so here's a warning for SPOILERS.

TL;DR I'll be talking shit about major conflict parts in the movie that I wished were handled differently >:((((

Please take caution (and a deep breath) reading this because I'm very bad at making sense when I ramble ok? Ok les go

OK SO.

The movie was great, loved the songs and I enjoyed branches family shenanigans, including supportive girlfriend poppy I've been WAITING FOR THIS (ifykyk)

But here are some things that bothered me that they could've definitely done differently

1. JOHN DORYS ENTIRE CHARACTER ARC- jd is great. He's actually my favorite! He's a cringefail boyfailiure and I love him for it. In the movie, his whole thing was that he was basically an ass who didn't listen to his siblings and always pressured and bossed them around. Cool, that's established. What's not is, Why??? It's really the whole "perfect family harmony" thing I guess.

Because later in the conflict he says that it was "hard being responsible for four younger siblings" (which bitch me too were litteraly the same) and that all they needed to be was perfect. what I don't understand is why? Why the whole perfect harmony? Where did it come from? They didn't say it was a big thing or that other bands did it? Would it get them more fame? Would it mean that they're perceived as the perfect brothers or something?? Also, why wasn't the grandmother more involved with the kids?? Did she pressure him to care for his siblings because their parents weren't involved or something? That's just one thing that's not really explained to me ig 🤔

And the whole thing that bothers me with jd is that he doesn't do the cliché "branch I'm sorry I was an asshole brother, and I wanna be a better troll to you and our bros. And blah blah blah" like they skip that entire potential jd apology??? I was expecting that with a hug?? I WANTED A HUG WITH BRANCH AND JD OK. He genuinely cares about him!!! You can see it, he really does. He's just bad at communicating. Like extremely - so they skipped that and just made him go, "We'll follow ur lead branch," and that's it.😐 no apology. No proper character development. Just him going "ok yeah I'll follow u one time." LIKE HUH. (This also includes the other siblings cuz they dipped on branch the same, and none of them said sorry!!)

OH and another thing. WHY WERE CLAY AND BRUCE SUCH ASSHOLES TO JD. ESPECIALLY CLAY. like I completely get it, he was an asshole, he pressured and bossed you around, we know that. But that was 20 PLUS YEARS AGO??? Like no you don't have to hug him but damn why r yall so cold???

I'm thinking that because I'm p sure they went no contact at all after they broke up. So how r they so sure he's still the way he was before?? (I mean they were kinda right but still) like you could've been super happy and then get disappointed later when trying to practice hitting the note. It would've made more sense to me idk. Like it just bothers me that they straight up ignore him- it's mean! (But I can't be too mad I mean they all have their reasons ig 🙄)

While we're on the topic of the family, on to my next point.

2. ROSIEPUFF AND HER DEATH. I think it was handled HORRIBLY. Like the whole movie I was just like "plz don't skip over it plz don't skip over it." And then branch drops the bomb on them right (which still caught me off guard like damn) and THEYRE DUMBFOUNDED, GREAT. And then after that there's NOTHING. NOTHING!?!??!?!?!? they don't mention it they don't apologize to branch for what he went through they don't take two seconds to mourn her they're just like "wait she dead?" And then fucking move on like. Why???? they don't question how, they don't question when branch was living in solidarity for 20 years, nothing. and I'm mad as fuck because that was part of Branches entire CHARACTER ARC in the first movie!! They don't mention he was gray they don't mention he didn't sing they don't mention anything. He went through that for 20 YEARS, ALONE. and they don't mention it. I rlly hated that- like they rlly didn't care.

Anyway.

Third smaller topic that I thought was gonna happen

3. I thought clay was gonna end up going, "actually yknow what, I AM fun" and then embrace himself because hes most definitely goofy. But nah they left him trying so hard to convince himself he's serious, and tbh he just came across as branch 2.0.

Alright moving on!!

4. I'm mad they didn't include a little flashback of viva and poppy being inseparable until the escape happened. Like I know popps was an infant but at the same time troll kids talk the day they're born, so it would've been nice to see them be together at least once before they separated.

Also.

I WANNA DECK PEPPY IN THE FACE. you lost your daughter and instead of MOURNING her and spreading her memory you decided to act like she didn't EXIST. WHY. like he was obviously depressed and sad but why didn't you tell poppy stories of her when she was a kid or something? And keep her memory alive??

(And sure. There's the thing with "They weren't gonna give poppy a sister until now" but I feel like they could've at least made poppy remember a small flashback is what I'm saying.)

Idk. I just wish it was handled differently like why is peppy keeping so much shit to himself lmao.

Oh yeah and then there's just my little nitpick and it's that I wish they included the troll leaders in the wedding sequence ok they're all friends they should've been invited ok I just wanted to see them again 😭(totally not saying thus cuz world tour is my fav but I am)

Anyway, yeah! I think this is just what mainly bothers me about the movie. I just feel like the conflict was handled poorly. But either than that it's still a good watch. I like it a lot :D

If you read this far, God damn you like to read, and thanks for dealing with my stupid thoughts!

If not, that's OK lol.

[orchid-151]

Sorry to be putting this on this account but it's better for a lot of people to see right off the bat than to post it on my mun account because this is very important...

Be on the lookout for scammers on Tumblr, I just had somebody put an ask and this is what they sent;

They were hoping that I would answer and be "oh gosh golly gee, you poor poor thing I'll spread the word!"

(lots more under-cut plus ranting 👇)

🤓 yeah I'm going to spread the word, please do not fall for something like this. I went on to their page and happened to find this;

And in turn I clicked on the link to see this;

Do understand that most people would have a donation pool opened up for something like this with photos and evidence of their illness as if they tried to do something like that for profit they will end up getting in trouble. No person who is sick is going to just open up a PayPal and ask "please donate as I am sick"...

Just for a quick word of advice unless I know you personally; my asks are only open for questioning my characters, not for you to come in and put a pity party in my lap. I would rather you DM me about possibly helping to boost your illness and problems...

And before you all go "well maybe the PayPal is the only way in which they can get money... Yha jerk!" Keep in mind I'm not the only one they asked...

These are all basically the same ask to multiple people, not asking a question or other statement... Just stating that they have cancer they've been sick a few weeks and that they need money ASAP... And before you jump to conclusions this was the first thing I found when I put the whole ask in the search bar...

Yeah, my point. I don't want to spread this by answering their ass so I'm just deleting and blocking them. If you get an ask like this please delete and block the asker because they are nothing but scammers especially if you see that they have a PayPal open instead of a donation pool... If I cannot read the basic story for the information and judge myself whether you deserve my money or not, then I'm not even going to bother answering the ask.

I asked a friend of mine and they mentioned that there is a Tumblr user on here that can teach you to look out for scammers like this; @kyra45

My friend stated that they were very helpful in helping to find scammers and I hope that they can help you and to prevent from being scammed. There's only a few people in which I will donate to here on Tumblr and if you are a complete stranger I will not donate to you, I WILL BLOCK YOU!

I advise all of you to do the same as I don't want you donating to a scammer who's just going to turn around and not use your money for what they claim they're using it for. To be perfectly honest I don't know a rich person on Tumblr to begin with 😂 don't know about y'all but I'm poor as dirt 🤣

I do apologize for it being so long, but this had to be spread. If you wish to reblog so let other people know that is perfectly fine with me, I just wanted to let y'all know that I would just got this ask and I didn't want anybody to donate to this person... Like I said there's only a few people I already know here on Tumblr who need my money more than this bitch...

Cancer or not, they literally have health plans and coverages for people who have cancer and or other diseases to which you are able to get help and assistance...

ain't no need to plead to everybody on some random platform to get money from them...

[vilf-lover]

i completely forgot about this draft but here is a whole bunch of hcs about darlin (the love of my life)

i apologize for my absence, i’ve been so busy, but i appreciate all of those who wanted these!

i’ll be using they/them pronouns the entire time but in my mind darlin is afab and uses they/he pronouns

i feel like i should start with appearance, i really wish i could draw but yk

i see sam as 6’0 and darlin as 5’11

they don’t look very muscley, they’re larger with more fat in their stomach and legs and that harbors a lot of insecurity even though they know they’re strong

their hair is shoulder length, black with a white underside for when they usually wear it half up

they chopped all of their hair off once they left washington at 14, they wanted to be a new person when meeting the pack, imagine awkward teen who doesn’t know their identity so they’re stuck with a pixie cut and button-downs with capris and belts

they started dance at a very very young age- specializing in ballet

once they moved, which meant a new school, they went into their schools theatre program because their parents hoped to help them “get out of their shell”

they started riding their dad’s motorcycle to school once they got their permit and everyone thought they were so badass

i think they got bitches-

they dropped out of highschool their junior year which made everyone pretty upset but their parents were surprisingly supportive

they made money doing…things and moved out the same year

at 18, they started going to bars with a fake id which eventually led to a pretty bad abuse problem

they have tattoos upon tattoos, most of them being not very good because they got them illegally and by friends

they have stretched ears and you can still see the punctures in their face from their past (poorly done) piercings

they should be wearing glasses, and they do when they’re home after convincing from sam

i think they’re either thin wire ones or the nerdy ones but either way they’re THICK ASS LENSES because they are practically blind

they’re scared of bugs. yes. they’re scared of bugs. (living in the woods does not help this fear)

they enjoy the occasional romcom yet think sci-fi is idiotic

i’m not completely sure who they would play in mario kart but maybe yoshi or dry bones

rainy days feel like home to them (yk washington) and once sam made a wet dog joke….didn’t exactly go well

characterization rant-

it really makes me upset when people put them in a light that makes them seem not thoughtful or caring. in reality, they are tempered and it doesn’t manifest in the best ways but directly correlating that to unsavory traits is just not reasonable. they are protective and their actions are only products of that, not their lack of intent.

hope you all enjoyed

(do not call them tank to me please 🙂)