#now that my hand feels better i can go back to making my silly asl doodles hehe

[monocub]

alright, my fellow asl brothers-enjoyers, im indecisive and would appreciate it if yall can help

no context other than this is for an asl comic :)

and as a ty for voting, have a bby ace wip :>

[rad-batson]

THIS IS FOR FANS OF CASSANDRA CAIN! PLEASE READ! I WANT YOUR THOUGHTS

(skip to the bottom if you just want silly headcanons about her :D)

Hello! So first, I want to thank everyone who read the Wayne pilot I made :) I appreciate your feedback, and I love you all.

As I'm preparing to post it on AO3, I decided to make a few (admittedly small) changes to the script, primarily around Cassandra Cain, because I haven't quite fleshed her out yet.

I don't have much experience with writing Cass, so I decided to do a bit of research on her yesterday, and wouldn't you know? I fell in love. 10/10. She didn't play a huge part in the pilot, but she will have a bigger one in the second episode, and there are a few things I think can or should be added so she doesn't feel too one-note.

There wasn't anyone who told me this, by the way. (In fact, I actually got some nice comments about her so thank you.) I just had it in the back of my mind while writing, and now that Cass is getting more screen time, I'm finding that my lack of knowledge might lead to mischaracterization.

SO TO COMBAT THIS, I MADE A GUIDE FOR MYSELF ON HOW TO WRITE CASS

Is this overkill? Probably Think of it as a silly headcanon list for my version of her. And I'm posting it here because I want your feedback before it's set in stone. (I know Cass isn't written well a lot, so this is my attempt to right these horrid wrongs.)

If you're going to give criticism, please be constructive. Tell me what you like or don't like. I'm all ears. Have fun :)

Writing Cass

(Btw I still gotta read Cass’s first Batgirl run by Kelley Puckett)

Has some sass, has a lot actually

Used to be awkward in social settings. she’s better at it when she’s with people so she can match their energy but she still prefers to just dip

Speaks in short-ish sentences, trying her best tho

I WILL BE ADDING THIS INTO THE PILOT, I JUST WANT TO KNOW TO WHAT DEGREE?? OR IS IT REALLY FINE

Mostly just relies on body language though

I WILL BE ADDING THIS INTO THE PILOT TOO, ESPECIALLY WITH THE ASL SCENE (BUT IT’S NOT REPLACING THE ASL)

also yes i know her using ASL isn't canon, it just works best for the scene, it would have been written the same whether she was in it or not, it is still a cute nod to fanon tho

Steph and Cass are extremely close BUT ALSO HAVE SEPARATE LIVES (I HAVE BEEN TOLD TO STRESS THAT AND I AGREE)

Messy, low-key gross. Bad-ish hygiene but she’s good at looking put-together so only those close know this about her (this is just my headcanon)

Often forgets bigger words so she occasionally uses the wrong one, she ALSO mixes up proverbs but no one corrects her because 1: it’s cute and 2: they don’t want to discourage her from speaking with them more casually (also my headcanon)

Cass: So I pulled the door off its…*makes motion with hand*…metal books. Steph: Do you mean hinge— Cass: Metal books.

Dick: Well that was a surprise. I didn’t know The Penguin would be here. Cass, nodding: Well life gives you grapes Dick: Wut Cass: You make grape juice. Get on the same book, Nightwing

I'M ON THE FENCE ABOUT ADDING THIS ONE BECAUSE IDK LET ME KNOW PLEASE

Is a cinnamon bun AND a little shit, it’s a balancing act

Production: She’s Wayne’s darling Princess Cass: *will break your fingers*

She does appear behind the camera crew to scare them on purpose, she thinks it’s funny, she likes seeing them freak out

She is super competitive, but she's always like "Oh I'm not that competitive" *proceeds to be very competitive*

Because she isn't super confident in her writing or speaking (or just uncomfortable communicating without seeing the other person's body language) she prefers to Facetime or simply reply to texts with selfies of her reaction. It is a thing now. when you need an honest opinion about an outfit, text a photo to Cass. She will either give back a photo of a thumbs up or a photo of a grimace and some not-so-flattering emojis

Her princess persona is her public cover persona in this show, parallel to Bruce’s “Brucie” and Dick’s “born for the cameras” thing

Is surprisingly vocal (and sometimes snippy) about her distaste with things but she mostly gets a pass because her morals align best with Bruce’s

Is most snippy when her family uses methods other than violence when violence is clearly the faster option, god they're such pacifists

Tim: *trying carefully to pick a lock* Cass: Just break through the wall? Tim: We can’t do that. We’re trying not to be noticed. Cass: Wimp

Bruce: Cass, why did you have to dislocate that man’s shoulder? Cass: I put it back. Bruce: That’s not the point. Cass: Fine, I’ll dislocate it again.

Is the best fighter, none of this “oh she’s the best fighter so when people do win against her, it makes them look cooler” thing, shut tf up, she could break their bones (not important to the show ofc but I need to add this because it is important in general)

Horrible at drawing, wretched (again a headcanon but I did see someone else mention it somewhere)

Also bad at writing, refuses to study to improve out of principle (i.e. she told Babs she doesn’t need to and now she refuses to admit Babs was right)

(AND SIDE-HEADCANON IF SHE IS HORRIBLE AT WRITING AND ACTIVELY HATED STUDYING HER ALPHABET THEN WHAT IF LIKE ONE DAY SOMEONE SAYS “hey can you grab me one of these files from last week’s case, it’s under M” SHE’S LIKE “fuck you, how could you do this to me” WHILE SEARCHING FOR M OR MORE SIMPLY *throws something at them*)

That's all I have right now. If you'd like to give me any recommendations, please do. I can't promise I'll add in every single one because this show is still about the whole Batfam, not just her, but I want to do her justice, and that definitely involves more fine-tuning on my part

OKAY THAT'S ALL LOVE YOU BYE

[janesramblings]

Could you do a story on where Nancy asks Ace to teach her sign language?

yes, story under the cut. Also I teach asl classes so incorporating it into my writing was more fun than I thought it would be, enjoy!

“Hey,” Nancy says, sitting on the bench in the back room of the Claw next to Ace after a long - but thankfully mystery free - day. 

“Hey,” Ace says back, not looking at her. It doesn’t bother her. Instead, she leans forward and hovers her head above his right shoulder, looking at his laptop screen.

“Sign language instructions?” Nancy asks, squinting at the video. Ace hums in response. People usually are annoyed with Ace’s aversion to conversation, but Nancy appreciates how he only says what he needs to say. It allows her to ask questions she didn’t know she needed to ask, inadvertently working to sort out her thoughts. “Why do you need sign language instructions?”

“Bess asked me to teach her. Says she wants to be able to talk to my dad without being a burden.”

Nancy smiles. She loves how close Ace and Bess are. “She’s smart. Sign language is important.” Nancy pauses. “My mom, that is Kate, used to say it should be taught in school.”

Ace closes his laptop lid and turns to look at her. “She was right. It took my mom and I ages to be able to talk to my dad properly.”

Nancy looks into his eyes, and realizes that Ace is really saying that he knows she misses Kate, and he’s glad she’s found a way to talk about her again after the whole parent reveal thing. Nancy’s hit with the sudden realization that she’s never met anyone who she can read as well as Ace. 

“Nancy?” Ace prompts, and Nancy realizes that it’s her turn to continue the conversation. She’d been staring into his eyes instead of talking. 

“Oh right. Sign language. Yeah it sounds hard.”

Ace nods as his phone buzzes. He looks down at it. “Bess is ready to go. She’s sleeping over again.” Bess has been staying with Ace’s family now that she can’t stay with the Marvins. Ace stands, tucking his laptop under his arm, but Nancy isn’t ready for him to go yet. 

“Hey Ace. Could you teach me sign language?” The question is asked before she realizes what she’s saying. 

Ace smiles at her. “Sure, we can start tomorrow.”

“My house at ten? Before work?”

“Perfect.”

Nancy smiles after him, laying back on the bench to smile up at the popcorn ceiling until George comes in, demanding to know why Nancy’s got such a silly look on her face. 

At exactly ten the next morning, Ace pushes through the front door of the Drew residence. A month earlier, Nancy’s house keys had ended up in the pocket of a hoodie she’d borrowed from Ace, and Nancy had figured it was time enough that Ace got his own keys. “He’s practically part of the family” Nancy had said when she tried to convince Carson that Ace needed a key. Carson had agreed, but not before he’d told Ryan and the two of them had teased her mercilessly for a week, as if they both didn’t think of Ace as a son, regardless of how Nancy thought of him.

“Morning,” Ace says, spotting Nancy at the counter drinking a cup of coffee.

“Good morning,” she responds, sliding a freshly brewed mug towards him. He takes a sip as he sits across from Nancy. 

“Ready to start?”

Nancy nods.

“Okay, let’s start with introducing yourself.” 

Nancy appreciates that Ace jumps right in. She hates preambles. Nancy copies the motions for “I am” perfectly, and gets most of her name until she gets to the “y”. For whatever reason, she just can’t get her pinky to stand up right, and her ring finger won’t touch her palm. She makes a frustrated noise in the back of her throat, but Ace just laughs.

“It’s hard for a lot of people, don’t worry,” he says calmly, reaching forward before retracting his hand. “May I?” 

“Yeah.”

Ace gently lifts her pinky up, his thumb on her palm. Despite being friends with him for nearly half a year, Nancy can’t remember any of those casual touches that happen when you’re close with someone. Maybe it’s a good thing they keep their distance, because Nancy’s heart starts beating rapidly, and he’s still across the counter from her. “There. Now you’re complete.”

Nancy’s heart skips a beat for a moment, her face flushing before she realizes he’s just making a joke about she’s finally signed the last letter of her name. 

“You good?” he asks her, studying her face.

“Yes,” she squeaks, taking a deep breath through her nose to calm herself. Honestly, she’s acting like a lovestruck middle schooler. Ace nods at her skeptically as his phone buzzes, breaking the tension for the second time in less than twenty four hours. 

“It’s George,” he says.

“What’s she saying?”

“Quote ‘you and Nancy had better be in a life or death situation right now because if you two don’t get your asses in here pronto I’ll be causing the life or death situation’”

Nancy snorts. “Sounds like George.”

“Yes it does,” Ace agrees, standing up. “We should go.”

“Yeah.” Nancy follows him to the door, tugging on his sleeve before he steps into the mud room. He turns to look at her. “Thanks for teaching me Ace.”

“Of course. Same time tomorrow?”

“Yes,”  she says as they shut the front door behind them, Ace locking it with his keys.

There are a lot of things that Nancy could say right now before they separate to enter the ceaseless chaos of the Claw: “I like your eyes”. “You make me feel unique and normal at the same time”. “I didn’t know it was possible for me to be happy again but you make me happy”. “I liked it when your hand was on mine”.

And maybe there are things he can say to her, simple things, like “it’ll be alright” and “I like spending time with you”, but they don’t say anything. The simply climb into their separate cars and pull out of the driveway, content with the knowledge that they’ll meet again. Because Ace is teaching Nancy more than sign language. He’s teaching something she didn’t know until meeting him: sometimes, silence says everything.  

[whump-town]

Deaf!Hotch

In AU in which I make Hotch deaf and hope that my research paid off and I do the deaf community right in my writing of Hotch. So, obviously, there’s the disclaimer that I know ASL but I am not deaf 

Warning for language

Word Count: 2,902

It was touch and smell that Aaron Hotchner knew first upon awareness. The heavy scent of antiseptic hovering in the air. He frequents the hospital enough to know that the smell will linger on his clothes, skin, and hair for days. A ghost with its fingers dug into his skin. The touch he feels is familiar. Fingers wrapped around his own in a light hold. There’s a light pressure around his bicep and the sting of a needle in his elbow. 

It’s with that last thought that it occurs to him that he can’t hear any of the sounds he commonly associated with a hospital. No hiss of the oxygen canal wrapped around the back of his head or beeping machines as they dump the numbing painkillers into his arm. 

Just silence.

“Can you hear me?”

Through slivers, Hotch looks up at his old mentor. He can feel Dave squeeze his hand, attempting to ground him through his blinding pain but… he can’t hear Dave. He doesn't hear the older man call his name or shushing him softly when the pain brings him to tears--- his own pain-filled cries falling deaf to his ears. 

Mercifully, he falls unconscious once again. 

The team comes in a moment later. The easy smiles on their lips falling. Together, they’d managed to shake some of their fear after seeing him collapse in the field. Emily had caved and told them about Hotch’s reaction to being so close to the backhoe. Reid had told them that while he and Hotch had been sharing a hotel room this trip, he hadn’t seen Hotch sleep. Any naps he may have been getting were rudely interrupted by pain or nightmares.

They’d shaken their mixed feelings with the reminder that nothing can keep Aaron Hotchner down. At least… nothing yet.

Knowing what they did, they still had a false sense of hope walking into his hospital room. Expecting their boss to greet them like he always does. Maybe he would let them have their moment. Giving in to the hugs and worried complaints they have but…

He’s curled onto his side, pain etched into the grimace he has even in his sleep, and they can see the drying tears from the door. 

“Hey, kiddos.” Dave stands from the only visitor’s chair offered and smiles wearily. “Did you eat something?” 

A nurse steps past them and they allow her through without mumbled complaints. She works quickly and they watch with curiosity and fierce protectiveness. When Hotch whimpers as she touches him, Morgan steps forward, stopped only by the hand that JJ grabs him with. He settles back against the wall, shifting nervously until the nurse can give Hotch the painkillers he needs and sends him into a painless, drug-induced slumber.

“He’s not alright,” Morgan mumbles, shaking his head. “What are we going to do?”

Dave shakes his head, rubbing at his goatee. His eyes are glued to Hotch and the nurse, smiling and nodding as she makes her way back out of the room. With the room cleared, he lets his shoulders fall and his resolve crumbles --- for only a moment.

Emily steps closer to the bed. Her arms are wrapped tightly to her chest. She has a complicated relationship with the man in question. A challenging friendship blossoming but… "We'll do what we always do, " she says, steadying herself with a deep breath. "We'll remind him what we're fighting for and we won't let him fall behind."

Dave starts to add on but Hotch shifts on the bed. A soft grunt leaving his mouth as he tenses in pain. He pulls his leg up towards his body, kicking out. 

Morgan grows frustrated--- are they not giving him enough painkillers? He shouldn't be in pain.

"Aaron, " Dave calls. He catches Hotch's hand as he raises it to his ear--- the doctor had warned he was only aggravating the eardrum by pressing into it with his palm. "Can you hear me, son?"

Hotch opens his eyes but still tries to weakly pull away. 

"Alright, " Dave mumbles, rubbing his shoulder and caving. Giving up on getting an answer. "Easy now." He holds Hotch's hand and steadies him when Hotch's panic-filled eyes find him. "It's alright."

Hotch turns his head away. "No, " he rasps. "No, " his chest heaves as he sobs. Ragged breaths leaving in heart-wrenching wheeze's.

"It's alright, " Dave tries but Hotch vehemently denies it.

With a soft, broken voice Hotch whispers, "I can't hear you, Dave." Tears falling down his face, got stinging tears. "I can't hear."

They should have seen it coming within the weeks leading up to the accident. 

New York had left them all shaky but if anything that should have made them more aware of his vulnerability, right? 

Hotch had stayed with Dave the weekend following the explosion. Dave had seen Hotch grappling with the pain and the buzzing. He’d forced his old protege to eat whatever meager bites of sandwiches he could manage but he was only drinking enough water to swallow the fistful of pills he’d been given by his doctor. 

But Dave isn’t the only one who’d seen.

Derek had driven Hotch home and then to Dave’s. He’d watched as Hotch sat in agony in the front seat. Trembling hands rubbing at his temple or covering his hurt ear but Derek hadn’t stopped. He’d asked if Hotch wanted him to but he knew Hotch would never agree. Not until it was too late and that’s exactly what had happened. Hotch had pushed himself too far and his body had made the decision to stop. 

When the Sheriff fired the bullet that finally killed Chloe and ended the horror she brought back to the Angel Maker and his disgusting legacy, Hotch had collapsed. 

And now…

“Stop hitting me!” As if losing his hearing wasn’t bad enough--- he’s got to have Emily fucking Prentiss teach him American Sign Language. She’s an awful teacher but he’s learning quickly. As much as he hates it, he’s getting really good at signing. 

Within two weeks he’s picked up a strong enough vocabulary that Emily no longer brings a notepad to visit him. It’s a wonder to him how she picks up ASL so easily but he also knows she's a very mysterious woman. He’s probably safer not knowing. Even if he can profile his way into understanding her time spent being thrown about the world in her youth made her adaptable to quick change. 

She raises an eyebrow, “sign the word right, and I wouldn’t have to hit you.” 

He frowns back at her, “you enjoy it.”

She smirks and he shakes his head. As aggravating as this all can be, he knows it’s brought him closer to his team. To his family. 

JJ had taught Jack and Henry some common signs and Jack had taken to them incredibly well. Children, Reid would later tell him, are good at this kind of stuff. Rapid change. Reid… not so much. The best part of his week is their updates. Each one taking the time to come to his apartment and show him what they’ve learned this week. 

They’re trying. They care.

But they’re all terrified for his return to duty.

The Bureau is always working against Hotch and the very idea of what losing this job will do to him--- the thought is sickening. And to lose it over something as silly as an accident? Over something that he can’t control? Especially, when he’s fought to learn ASL and to use the hearing aids that don’t help but are necessary for his return… It’s not fair.

If he can come back, if the Bureau sticks to their vow of inclusivity, then he can suck up dealing with the hearing aids.

“Are you alright?”

He hasn’t been cleared to drive yet. Hearing isn’t the issue. In fact, deaf drivers have a great reputation. Emily’s been steadily supplying him with books on deaf culture and even a program in Georgetown for deaf people in the community. The tinnitus is holding him back from driving. The hearing aids help with the buzzing of the tinnitus but they don’t improve his hearing quality enough to really matter. Which is fine, Emily doesn’t mind carpooling. 

“No.” He rubs just under his right ear, breathing through the wave of pain. It’s a bad day and hearing aids or not, his hearing is at nearly zero and his pain intense. “Hurts.” The Bureau has decided he needs the hearing aids for his return. They improve his hearing by a fraction but he’s not going to put up a fight if they help the tinnitus. The problem is, if he does leave them in for too long he gets a headache. 

It doesn’t get better as the day progresses...

His stomach lurches dangerously. Standing on shaky legs, he makes a jerky but quick pace out his office door. He can’t get any further than the stairs at the catwalk. It’s a stumbling crash that he can’t hear as his body hits the metal. He feels the cold bar pressing against his temple. Closing his eyes, he pulls in a deep breath and waits for the relief. Prays for the ringing and pain to settle with the soft, muffled pace of the bullpen. With sound other than the keys of his laptop and emails chiming. 

Lavender-- Emily. The soft scent of her customary perfume is the first thing to greet him. She must be hovering in front of him, deciding whether or not he’s better left alone. Giving him a chance to collect himself for a moment before pressing on.

A hand squeezes his shoulder and he peels his left eye open, leveling it on her. He knows it’s bloodshot and surrounded by the heavy bags that are cemented proof of the fact that he hasn’t slept well in days. He also knows, she’s not here to judge him.

Standing at the bottom of the stairs, crouched right in front of him she signs the word help. He’s likely to never tell her but this is what he appreciates most about her. He’s in pain and she’s not going to waste her time if he doesn’t want her near him. He does want her near but… he doesn’t know how to say that.

He can feel the catwalk shake as someone steps out, heavy, solid steps coming his way. The low vibrations of a voice--Dave-- says something but he can’t hear it as he presses his head harder into the bars and digs his palms into his aching ears. A hand is placed between his shoulder blades and Dave sits down beside him-- the familiar scent of cigars and books washing over them. 

Dave. 

A hand comes between them and cups his jaw, tilting Hotch’s head away from where he’s painfully pressing it into the bar. “Hurts,” he feels his mouth form the words. He can feel his vocal cords moving but he can’t be certain he’s made a tangible sound. 

“One to ten,” Dave asks and Hotch is thankful the older man is much better at sign language than Reid because he can’t focus on his lips. Even if he were good at lip-reading, he’s not sure he could manage right now.

He holds up a shaky hand-- six. 

“Liar,” Emily says as she comes to squat down next to them. He hadn’t even noticed her leave. She’s got a cold press of paper towels and presses it to the back of his neck. It does wonders for his stomach but nothing for his pounding head. 

Derek offers a water bottle with a straw wordlessly as he passes with a cup of coffee.

It takes ten minutes for the ringing to start to die down. The pain doesn’t go anywhere but he can hear the faintest mumbling coming from Morgan and Reid’s rowdy conversation. It doesn’t matter how many times his ears flare up like this, each time he’s waiting for the noises to never come back. 

He knows that one day the world will fall completely silent. He’ll never hear Jack’s voice or the deep rumble of the team all trying to talk over one another. The progression of the loss of his hearing is slow but even with hearing aids now, he can’t make out the distinct sounds of words when someone is talking directly beside him. 

To the team's credit, he seems to be the only person bothered by this. 

“It’s only a two-hour drive,” Reid observes with a smile. “We can drive!”

One of the preventive measures for his hearing that the team had taken is cutting back on the use of the jet. If it’s not enough watching Hotch suffer through the buzzing amplifying each time they take off, then for the ecosystem (Garcia had sent a very lengthy and inclusive PowerPoint and email into the director to persuade him using the SUVs would be helpful in many ways). He’d agreed to fend off any more of her emails.

 The downside is they always have to stop for snacks.

“He’s a grown man,” Hotch signs down the aisle from Dave and Emily. “He should know PopTarts are not a meal.” Reid is, what, nearly thirty years old now and Hotch is still watching that kid eat these overly-sugared, processed things every day. It worries him. What does Reid eat when Hotch isn’t around to cut him off?

Emily holds up a power bar and the red Gatorade Morgan had requested, “do you remember if JJ said she wanted chocolate milk or not?” 

“No,” Hotch says from behind the shelf he’s scanning. “She wanted a Snapple.” He points her over the refrigerator he’d just come from. He would have gotten the Snapple if he’d been thinking about it. “What are you getting,” he asks, unsure of what he wants for himself.

“Hey,” Dave has to shout to get Emily’s attention and she points over Hotch’s shoulder to Dave. Hotch turns, eyebrows furrowed. With both of them looking Dave motions that he’s heading back to the car. “I will leave you,” he threatens, stepping out.

“No, he won’t.” They both agree.

They agree to split a bag of trail mix--- intends to pick out the pretzels and he knows she’ll eat the M&Ms out. It’s this intimate knowledge of his team that makes up for their shaky ability to sign. He’s not actually that good at lip-reading but he knows them and that covers his ass pretty well.

That and JJ has gotten really good at jotting what she wants to say rather than struggling to understand and use sign language. He appreciates it--- she’s really bad. It doesn't help that Emily is way nicer to JJ when she teaches her signs than she was with him.

When she takes her time, though--- when they have the time--- it’s all good. 

Morgan is surprisingly good at ASL. He didn’t just take to it like Emily but he didn’t blink. It brings them closer together. Sign language is also insanely helpful in the field. Even if Hotch can’t join them in the field. Running point means that Morgan and Hotch have to work closely. The shift in power between the field and the precinct is barely discernible. 

He enjoys talking to Garcia the most. 

She’s quick to adapt to slang. He has no idea where she’s getting these words from (she made internet friends so she could immerse herself better and support him). She also carries her very unique way of speaking and being into her signing and he really enjoys that. Even when it confuses him.

It takes some getting used to for all of them. 

Lots of flashing alarm clocks and Garcia showing Hotch there’s a program on his phone to make his phone flash when he gets a message. They all have things they learn to adjust. It’s safer to stand to Hotch’s left, it’s his better ear. Before talking, they have to actually make sure he’s paying attention. JJ signs as she gives her messages to the media that way he can keep up. They remind him to take the hearing aids out before he gets headaches and offer advil when he forgets. 

Slow and steady and, to them, it’s no different than the ways he looks out for them. Because he’s still the same hard ass who work long hours and doesn’t sleep enough. 

Jack takes is way easier than all of them. The kid doesn’t even stumble. 

There’s a sing for chicken nuggets and Hotch didn’t even know that until one day Jack out right refused to just verbally speak. Of course, he’d heard Aunt Emily and Hotch arguing about Hotch’s reliance on what’s left of his hearing. Siding with his aunt, as he has the aggravating tendency to do, he’d decided the only way for himself and good old dad to communicate was sign language. 

Later, he’ll use the story of his father’s accident on a college application. They’ll tear up a little as they proof read it. Jack might have been young when it happened but he saw the way his family shifted. He learned a valuable skill, ASL, and he also learned a very important lesson about family. 

Family adapts for those they love. 

And that’s what they’d done. When it would have been easier to let him go, they fought, because that’s what family is supposed to do.

Shout out to @softcabrera for looking over this!! 

[slasherfilth]

You Are What You Eat – Chapter 4 (Thomas Hewitt x Reader)

You would be lying to yourself if you said you hadn’t rushed through your afternoon cleaning schedule to get home sooner. You had sped through the dishes, and half wiped down the countertops. Making sure to turn off of the ovens and coffee maker before darting out of your shop. The other things could wait till tomorrow. You would just wake up earlier to deal with it. You were slightly fidgety as you stood in front of the mirror in your room. You donned a somewhat nicer looking dress, light blue that come down to your knees. Slender at the top but flared out at the hips, over your legs. It had pretty lace to cover your shoulders, and you almost felt too dressed up. But as you bit your lip and pondered the other choices you decided that the others weren’t good enough either. And you really didn’t have the time to change… again. Was it ridiculous that you were trying to look nice for a guy you had only met once before? Absolutely. Could you help yourself? Absolutely not.

Deciding this was as good as you would get, you made your way to the kitchen. The place you always felt more relaxed. Your eyes zeroed in on the small plate of pies you had grabbed from work. You decided you would use the opportunity to give the pies back to the Hewitts to try. And maybe Thomas would tell you what he thought… well not tell you but…

Actually, how was he going to say anything to you? You bit your lip again. You would be the first to tell you didn’t know ASL well, but you weren’t sure he did either. Maybe writing would be the way to go? You began to look for a small notepad and pen. Once it was found, you placed it on the table. And then frowned because it was far too obvious. What if he could speak and simply choose not to the other day? Luda had mentioned something about it, but you weren’t positive. You bit your lip once more and moved it to sit beside the fruit bowl next to your car keys and other miscellaneous items you threw down anywhere. There. It wouldn’t be super obvious, but it was there if needed… You were a lost cause. But you didn’t have time to ponder how ridiculous you were before you heard your doorbell. In all, it’s terribly unrhythmic and scratchy glory. You cringed. Yes, the house may be beautiful, but it absolutely needed some more work before it was as practical as it was beautiful.

You made your way to the door and opened it slowly, nerves running through you in a way you hadn’t really experienced since being an anxious teenager. You took a deep breath. Enough, you were being silly. You’re an adult. And so is he. Coming into your house. To help you. That’s all. You cleared your throat and finally looked up at the visitor. Against your better judgement, he wasn’t even looking at you. Instead, he looked at your doorbell with slightly furrowed brows. You could help the giggle that immediately left you, your tense shoulders relaxing as you enjoyed the feeling.

“It’s terrible, isn’t it?” You laugh and look to him again. Your voice must have caught him off guard as he looked back to you, his face once again surprised as he nodded hesitantly. Wondering if he should be agreeing or just pretend it was all fine. You giggled once more.

“Well, I wasn’t lying to Luda Mae when I said the house was a bit in disrepair. The doorbell is the least of my worries at the moment… you should see my sink.” You sigh slightly as you opened the door wider and motioned for him to enter. He followed. You felt some of the last nerves crawl back up your spine, but you tried to keep them at bay, making your way to the kitchen once more. You felt him follow behind, careful not to brush up against anything. You frown slightly, realising you’re not the only one who is nervous about this arrangement. You decided to try and break the ice. Once you came to your kitchen, you turned around to face him with a confidence you didn’t really feel. You stuck out your hand.

“I’m (y/n), I’m sorry I didn’t really get to introduce myself properly the other day. I want to say I’m really thankful for you coming over and helping me. A lot of the stuff I just can’t do on my own. These muscles can knead the dough, but bolts and furniture are a whole different ballpark.” You smiled and tried to make a joke. He lifted a brow, but you could see the barest of smirks from beneath the mask. You had heard all of the rumours. People thought it was made of human flesh. How ridiculous. It looked like nothing but cowhide. You more felt sorry that he felt the need to wear it. It couldn’t be easy to deal with, especially in this heat. You watched as his mouth opened but shut almost immediately. While in the midst of your own mind, he had reached out and gently took your extended hand. Clearly cautious of how much strength he used as he gently shook it, seeming almost concerned he wasn’t doing it right. Surely people shook his hand… right? But you only wondered for a moment before you felt the sheer heat of his hand course through your arm, sending small shivers of delight through you. Gosh, you really were a sucker of muscle and heat.

“Oh, I meant to ask, would you like a pen and paper to write with? It might be a bit more difficult if you can’t ask me questions about things.” You gushed pathetically. Your eyes darting towards the notepad you had placed beforehand. So much for being casual. You watched as he nodded slowly. You beamed a smile at him, maybe moving a bit too quickly for the paper and pen. You brought it back to him and began to sit at your table, motioning for him to follow. However, as soon as he rested his arms on the table to write, you felt it shift ever so slightly, to which he paused and looked beneath. You winced as you saw the small piece of cardboard crumble beneath the weight. Sending your table into its lopsided glory once more.

“Like I said, the doorbell is the least of my worries.” You huffed sadly, but you saw shoulder shift slightly. In a way, you almost thought of as laughter if you could hear it. You turned back to him, but he was already writing.

I’m Thomas, and by the looks of it I won’t be able to fix everything tonight

You flushed bright red but chuckled a bit at his words.

“Yeah, it's feeling like a bit of a lost cause. The main issues are this table and the dining, the sink in the kitchen and bathroom and the doorbell. And a part of the roof in my room that seems to be caving in somehow.” You smile sheepishly as he gives you a look. And you realised although he may not be able to talk, he was very expressive none-the-less. It made you feel better. Maybe this communicating thing wouldn’t be so difficult.

I can start with the sinks tonight if you would like? And have a look at the others, so I know what to bring next time.

You flush at the realisation that this would mean more visits and you’re not sure your poor cheeks can handle it. You nod, however, and stand once more making your way to the sink. You turn on the water and without a plug in sight, the water began to pool in the basin quickly. You turned off the faucet.

“I’ve tried everything short of pulling it all apart. And that’s only because I physically couldn’t unscrew the bolts.” You sighed as he took a quick look. You moved toward the loungeroom, quickly grabbing your tool kit you had kept inside to help fix everything up. You held a wrench and walked back. You walking in on Thomas already removing bottles of cleaning products and turning so he could see beneath. And oh god, if his size hadn’t hit you before, seeing him barely fit into your cabinet to look at the pipes absolutely cemented the idea in your head. You cleared your throat as to not startle him and handed him the tool. Receiving a small huff in return which you decided to take as a thank you. You felt something tingle in you as you watch him unscrew the bolts with little to no effort at all. God, you really were a lost cause.  

Maybe seeing nothing but pretty boys in your city really had made you weak to any man doing physical labour but hot damn where you completely happy to just watch him work. Until you realised you were probably being creepy and decided to heat up one of the pies for him while he worked. Deciding on making some sweet tea for the both of you as well. Anything to keep your mind preoccupied.

You absentmindedly began to hum as you began to work. A habit you had picked up a long time ago. It helped to soothe you as well as focus. Great for baking. You nodded your head in confirmation before making your way to the fridge and grabbing some items. You worked quickly, sweet tea being something you made often, reminded you of home while you were away. While working diligently, you could hear all sorts of sounds of metal on metal as he worked, every once in awhile hearing something drop to the ground before you heard water gushing out and a slight disgruntled noise come from the mysterious man. You stopped yourself from giggling. You began to stir the ingredients together and didn’t realise how much time had passed, your head in the clouds as you listened to the sound of not being alone and cooking. It made you smile. If mama could see me now… She’d wonder why I wasn’t his bride yet. You scoffed to yourself and turned, only to realise he was no longer behind you. Instead, everything had been packed away like nothing had happened, and you looked down the sink to see no remaining water. Gingerly you turned on the tap slightly to water if the water would catch.

Nothing.

You smiled and turned the faucet on harder and watched in happiness as it run down the drain and into the abyss. Thank goodness. You were getting very sick of using the outside hose. Standing you decided to heat up the pie and begin pondering different ways to spice them up for your customers. You decided to take a notepad and sit down on the sofa. Thomas would find you if he needed anything you were sure. You hadn’t realised how much time had passed as you wrote ingredient after ingredient and recipe after recipe down in your notebook. Outside was now pitch black, and you heard loud footsteps echo from somewhere behind you. Smiling, you stood up and turned around coming face to face with the man you told yourself you hadn’t been daydreaming over for the last couple hours he had been here.

“Oh Thomas, did you manage to fix it? I saw the kitchen, thank you so much! You have no idea how relieved I am to have a working sink again. I don’t really know how to thank you properly, but I made some sweet tea, and I’d like you to try one of the pies I made out of the meat you gifted me. Oh! Speaking of. Thank you very much for that too! You have no idea how much I’ve been wanting to find some good cuts, and yours were fantastic! Luda mentioned you were a butcher but still, they were outstanding!” You knew you were rambling. He knew you were rambling. Everyone knew. And yet you couldn’t shut up. Your eyes darted to the kitchen as you realised you needed to set up the food still. Perfect. Distraction. But as you made your way over, you couldn’t help but notice Thomas actively looking away from you. You weren’t sure if you had said something wrong. Oh, you hope you hadn’t. You and your big mouth.

However, much to your relief, he continued to follow you to the kitchen, and as you grabbed the jug, you went to motion for him to sit at the kitchen table. The world apparently had other plans. And you wished you weren’t such a clutz. You whirled around and come face to chest with the much taller man. Unfortunately, the glass jug you had been holding didn’t quite bounce off as much as you did. Instead, it shattered around you both, sending sweet tea pouring over you and him equally. You froze. And stared. Not entirely sure what to do at this moment. Was it real? Were you dreaming? Despite feeling like you were in some kind of hallucination, your mouth apparently hadn’t taken the hint.

“I… am so sorry.” And with that, your mind seemed to catch up with you. You looked up at his face to find him staring rather intently at you. You figured he was probably mad and trying to keep it in. Oh god, you had to fix this. You rushed over to the bench and quickly grabbed some paper towel before patting him down repeatedly. Muttering multiple apologise as you tried to remove as much liquid as possible. You bit your lip and dared not look at his face again. Everything seemed so quiet and still. The dull light illuminating both of you in the otherwise dark house as you stood in your kitchen, trying to pat this man dry in a useless attempt. You slowly looked up at him. His eyes were still fixated on you. And you thought maybe you weren’t the only one who short-circuited when this occurred. But you were the only one to reboot afterwards.

“Y-You can have a shower if you’d like. It’ll get really sticky… I can wash your shirt for you and give it back next time you come over… if you still want to…” You felt like you were in some kind of clique sitcom. God, you were so clumsy sometimes. You went to step back from him, however as you did, you realise that you hadn’t cleaned up the glass jug at all. Hissing loudly, you lifted your foot and before you could think you were hoisted into the air and placed on the kitchen table with seemingly no effort. You gasped at the feeling of warm hands encircling your waist before they were just as quickly taken away.

Before you could react, you watched as the giant man knelt in front of you, your cheeks reddening drastically he did. Was it suddenly really warm in here? You thought so. He gently took your foot and inspected it, his fingers grazing slightly against the blood that dripped from it. You whimpered gently.

“It’s fine, just a little cut. It’ll stop bleeding in no time.” However, as you spoke, you began to notice the spots of blood on his hands. You were sure they weren’t from you. They seemed too dry. Your eyes trailed up as you seen small specs of blood cover his arms too, and lightly coat his shirt. It was well hidden beneath the dirt from his day at work, but it was still noticeable. You wondered how you hadn’t noticed earlier. But he was a butcher. You figured he probably did get it everywhere. And maybe Luda had rushed him out of the house before he had time to really clean everything off. You wouldn’t judge him either way.

Watching beneath you, you see dark locks shake, as Thomas stood and grabbed more paper towel. He pressed it to your cut with a little pressure and sat there for a moment. Kneeling before you, holding your foot in his hand and you couldn’t help but think of him in a different situation, kneeling before you. You flushed bright red once more and turned away from him—your turn to be shy. Quick, think of something else! Your eyes darted around and landed on the pies once more. Pies!

“O-Oh. Did you want to try the pie still?” You grinned awkwardly from your place above him. He looked up at you, raising an eyebrow. But you thought you would see amusement in his eyes and a small smirk on his lips. It made you relax slightly when he nodded his head, pull away from you, but not before checking if you foot at stopped bleeding. You quickly set up his food with a glass of water instead before sweeping up your mess. Being extra careful not to step on anymore. Although being swept off my feet again isn’t a terrible idea… You shook your head. Not the time! You quickly put all of it away and made your way back to the kitchen. Hesitantly, you pressed your hands together and walked up shyly to him. Eager to know what he thought as he slowly broke apart the pie and slipped it through his mask. You wanted to tell him it was okay to take it off. That you wouldn’t be offended but you figured if he was comfortable doing that, he would have done it anyway.

“How is it?” You asked shyly, threading a lock of hair behind your ear. You watch him look up at you and ideally look around. You stare confused for a moment before you remember he couldn’t just tell you. You wanted to slap yourself. You quickly grabbed the paper you had written recipes on earlier and gave it to him. His eyebrow lifting at the sight of the recipes. You bit your lip.

“I… actually wanted to ask you how you liked it because I want to sell them at my bakery… And meat is tough to come by… especially as good as the stuff you gave me! …I was wondering if you would mind selling me some from time to time. I wouldn’t have to be all the time! And I don’t need very much. And of course, I would be willing to pay you for it!” You bit your lip once more and winced. You’d been doing that far too much this afternoon. You waited patiently as he began to hesitantly write.

I’d love to give you more… but I have to ask Charlie and Luda. Thank you for the food, it’s good

You almost squealed and clapped. It wasn’t much, but you figured any compliment from Thomas was something to be excited over. And as for the meat, you were sure you could talk Luda around. Maybe this just meant you and Thomas wouldn’t see the last of each other just yet. You were more than a little okay with that. Even though you didn’t squeal, in your excitement, you had launched forward and enveloped the large male in a hug. Pressing your form against his side as he remained seated. However, you quickly realised what you were doing and stood up immediately. Thomas did too. His head once again turning away from you and you knew you really shouldn’t be so forward with him. You were never usually like this anyways. You didn’t know what would come over you, every time he was around. You blushed bright red and quickly made your way to the front door. Offering him an easy out without appearing rude. You assumed he needed time to himself just as much as you did. If not more, and he was needed at home.

“Thank you so much, Thomas. For everything. You’re really a lovely man, and you feel free to come over whenever you may like.” You tried to smile in a friendly way, but he seemed to scurry off into the night like a man on a mission. And you were left hoping it wasn’t the last time you saw him, hoping his odd mood wasn’t because he didn’t like being around you.

You sighed and closed the door, slumping up against it as your head fell to your chest. Eyes closed as you breathed in deeply, trying to calm down. Once you opened your eyes once more, you almost felt your face burn off as you realised why the poor boy wouldn’t look at you. In your haste to dry him off, you had forgotten that the sweet tea had also poured on you. And suddenly your earlier haste to get changed into something nice and appealing backfired completely because your dress clung to your chest like a second skin and you cursed the fact you had decided to go au natural. Fearing the risk of bra straps showing on your cute off the shoulder dress. I really am a lost cause.

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Here it is! I hope you enjoyed a little more Thomas time. I tried to make it cutesy and close but not too close cause you guys have only met once but hey. What did you think? Tell me! Ask me! I love hearing your thoughts and feelings! Tell me your theories!

[slashmebois]

Distraction

“Heyyy I wanted to ask for a mini fic of vincent getting distracted form his work by a goofy S/O who wants his attention. He's just precious and deserves a precious S/O who's obsessed with him. 🥺🥺🥺 Thank you! 🖤”

 This is such a cute idea!! I had such a fun time writing this one. Thank you so much for this request <3 Credit to @thesightstoshowyou for their banjo headcanon for Bo

 Vincent was used to people interrupting him. Bo was his main antagonist, tending to require some form of medical attention after each chase. Sometimes Bo would come down to the basement just to nitpick Vincent’s process as he worked with helpful phrases such as “Wouldn’t have done that” and “Is it supposed to look like that”.

Lester wasn’t much better when he was around. Vincent would ask for a moment to wrap up his work, and whilst Lester had the best of intentions- his mouth often got away from him. “Oh man Vince, you’ve gotta see this cool skull I picked up today”, “Vince, you won’t believe what these city slickers said to me”. But Vincent could listen and continue working on his sculptures and paintings regardless. Or he had been able to at least.

Recently he found himself more and more distracted by you. You had rocked up into town a few months ago and wasted no time in making their affections for him clear (once he had saved you from his brothers’ murderous grasps). He was of course smitten with you, the way you talked, the way you looked, the way your smile crept onto your face. By his standards you were a walking piece of art, too beautiful to remain stationery.

So, he had tried to reciprocate your feelings, although he was not bold enough to outright say “hey I’m in love with you, I’d follow you to the ends of the earth. Is that cool with you?” and honestly it would be a mouthful coming from the guy who mostly communicated using ASL and the occasional spoken word. But still, he couldn’t figure out the right way to express himself and every time he started to let himself melt into his work and try to figure it out, you were in the corner of his vision and every logical thought he had died.

But even more than that, he was starting to think you were actively trying to distract him, although he couldn’t quite put a finger on why…

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You have been trying for days to get Vince to take a break from his work so you can initiate operation date time. But oh man is it hard. Okay sure, he’s starting to take longer to finish his projects, but that is not what you want. You don’t want to slow his process down you just want to spend time with him away from this boiling basement.

The first few days you would just stand at his side and ask about what he was doing and sure he paid attention to you but he kept working. The next few days had been a series of you singing loudly along to his classical opera in shrill tones, before switching the radio over to some popular tunes and repeating. Vincent had eventually got up, and you thought you’d done it, but then he just switched the radio back to classical as you pouted at him. Besides that, you had tried baking for him, reading aloud from a book, playing a very old, out of tune banjo you found (probably Bo’s but you doubted he knew how to play), and doing cartwheels. The last one had spooked Vincent into getting up and catching you, and worriedly dangling you from his arms in mid-air whilst he looked pointedly towards the large boiling pot of wax.

You are just about out of ideas so you go to the only people you can rely on for information on how to distract Vincent- Bo and Lester.

You find Bo in the garage and yell out to him. His hackles rise and he turns round with a gritted smile,

“Please, don’t do that. This was a respectful town before you came along”

You stick your tongue at him and he rolls his eyes, “What do you want? Actually. Let me guess, it has something to do with Vincent hmm?”

You mock gasp, “how did you know, are you a psychic!?!”

He laughs, “Nope, just full o’ shit. C’mon, spit it out already.”

“Well, how would you go about distracting Vincent?”

“I hope you’re not distracting him from his vital work here y/n” you give him puppy dog eyes and he sighs, “alright, alright. I guess he works hard enough. I dunno, play some loud music?”

“Tried that already, what else you got”

“Uhh, have you tried injuring yourself”

“Th…that is the worst idea”

“Alright, okay. No need to get mean. OH!” his loud exclamation makes you jump a little, “how about ruining one of his paintings. That would definitely get his attention”

You fix him a look, “whose side are you even on?”

“My own, do you have to ask? Anyway, that’s all I got- take it or leave it” he waves you off and turns back to…well whatever it is he does in his spare time, don’t know, don’t care.

You groan, you were definitely leaving those ideas alone. You should have known Bo wouldn’t be much help. You start seeking out the other brother in the hopes that they’ll have a better idea.

 Lester is at the edge of town on the other side of the flooding, sat on the back of his truck petting Jonesy.

“Hey Les!”

He looks up and smiles, waving to you, “You stay there, I’ll come over to you. Wouldn’t want you getting your pretty clothes all dirty!”

He hops over, Jonesy in arms and sets her down on the other side. Lester smells about as good as usual, but hell you’ve actually got used to it by now, and you know his job is important so who are you to complain.

“Well hello (miss/sir), what can I help you with today”

“Well I was wondering Les, you know any good ways to distract Vincent. I asked Bo, but his ideas were all dumb”

Lester cackles, “well of course they were, Bo’s just a pretty face when it comes down to it”, you laugh along with him, “Hmm, lemme have a think”

Lester looks around, as if searching for inspiration. His eyes light up, “How about showing his some sorta collection? I show him my knives sometimes, wanna see?”

“Not right now Lester, I’m on a mission. But maybe tomorrow? But that’s actually a pretty decent idea. What else you got, hit me?”

Lester looks a little uncertain.

“Don’t actually hit me Les, it’s a saying”

He looks relieved, “riiight, right. I knew that. Okay, idea number two coming up”, his eyes close tightly shut and he makes a strained noise, “ooh ooh ooh!!! Craft something for him!! I helped him craft those knives he has and he looooves those”

“Lester, you are so much better at this than Bo. Thank you, thank you!!” you grab him in a hug in the excitement, promptly remembering the smell but then deciding fuck it- nothing a shower won’t fix.

 As you head off, Jonesy follows you and Lester motions at you to take her with you. You head back to the house feeling pretty positive. You have some pretty seashells and rocks in a box from various visits to places in your room. Once you’re home you head up and grab the box before heading back down to Vincent.

“Hey Vince, how’s it going?”

He pauses and looks over to give you a thumbs up. You sit on a stool nearby and a take a deep breath before giving your newest plan a go.

“I was just thinking about some trips I went on where I got these cools shells, look at this one, it’s…” you drivel on and Vincent does falter for a moment but keeps his resolve.

Unbeknownst to you, Vincent has a sinking feeling in his stomach. Oh god. You wanted to leave. Why else would you be talking to him about all these trips. Your words were no longer reaching his ears as he could feel the guilt eating away at him. His stomach churned, how was he supposed to fix this. His hands kept moving on autopilot but he’s not really paying attention. It’s not long before his hand slips whilst crafting a nose. He grunts frustrated with himself.

Vincent’s grunt interrupts you, and you trail off the end of a sentence thinking he’s annoyed with you. You look up at him from your box and realise the nose of his latest sculpture is looking pretty wonky. So much for distracting him. All you’ve done is fuck up his work.

“Sorry” you mumble, but he’s too focused on fixing the mistake to hear you.

You sigh and put down your box of shells, walking over to where Jonesy has placed herself. You grab an easel and some paints and lie down next to her, passing time with a fingerpainting project.

Vincent fixes the nose, breathing in relief when it forms properly under his hands. He’s about to gesture to it to show you that VIOLA! He fixed it, but he realises you’re no longer on the stool, the only sign of you the discarded box of shells and rocks. He dejectedly reaches towards it, looking carefully over them. Maybe he should let you go. You clearly loved exploring and this town wouldn’t allow for much of that. His dark thoughts start to descend on him but a warm giggle interrupts him and he glances over to your new location. He nearly gasps at how full his heart is at the sight before him.

Jonesy, not happy with no one paying attention to her, has walked through your paint palette and onto the easel to lick at your face. You laugh and push at her,

“What are you doing? Silly girl. Guess it’s a collaboration piece now!”

The dog ignores any protests and continues to try to grab your attention. Vincent struck by the view makes his way over and kneels, ruffling Jonesy’s ears and glancing towards you.

You look up at him, a little shocked, before smiling wide.

“About time you took a break Vince”

He cocks his head to the side, but lies on his belly with you, looking you deeply in your eyes.

And then he splats a hand in the paint and onto the easel before you can track what the heck he’s doing.

You laugh in surprise, “Oh, really? You wanna be a part of this collaboration?” You gather paint on the tip of your index finger, “that can be arranged” you flash him a cheeky grin and lunge towards him, trying to land the paint on him.

Vincent dodges out the way last minute and thus starts a game of cat and mouse round the house. And Vincent swears he can’t imagine a time when laughter filled the house this much.

[kurogiriis]

A/N: *I had to re-upload this bc tumblr is annoying* Apparently you guys really liked HOH Bakugou, so I guess I have no other choice than to write some more 😌 technically, 🤘 this means rock on, compared to 🤟 which means I love you but let’s just say the reader does 🤟 because they don’t know the difference lol not that it really matters since I just noticed JSL has a completely different sign for this 😔 Also, I absolutely ADORE rock, it’s my #1 genre so, excuse me while I plug my music taste into the reader’s playlist *ends up mentioning like 3 bands and they’re not even my faves smh* Also, this ended up being really long 0.0 I just love this headcanon.

HOH Bakugou with a crush who’s really into rock and accidentally does the ILY sign

💥 When Bakugou first met you, he was immediately attracted to you. 

💥 You were powerful, talented, smart, and most importantly, had a good music taste. 

💥 Fortunately for him, you were also really into him and enjoyed his company. 

💥 Unfortunately, neither of you were aware of the other’s feelings. 

💥 You and Jirou were always talking about new releases from your favorite bands in class or music from older bands you had rediscovered. 

💥 During the school festival, you became closer friends, spending time together during rehearsal. 

💥 Although he would never admit it, he wanted to spend more time with you, even after the event was over, switching seats to be closer and asking you to pair up during projects. 

💥 However, the more you hung out together, the more you noticed his unusual behavior when you listened to music. 

💥 At first, you began to think it was second-hand embarrassment. 

💥 After all, nothing could stop you from acting like you were in an actual concert when Bohemian Rhapsody or Kimi to Iu Hana played on shuffle, singing loudly off-tune and banging your head while doing what you thought was the rock on sign 🤟. 

💥 Every time you listened to your favorite songs over your headphones, he would always look uncomfortable, maybe even flustered. 

💥 One day, he just couldn’t take it anymore. While you were waving your hands around and singing out loud, he just snapped. 

💥 “Could you stop doing that fucking sing!” 

💥 “Huh? This one? 🤟” 

💥 He was blushing while he said it, looking away while muttering something under his breath. 

💥 “Yes, stop doing that, it doesn’t mean what you think it means, idiot.” 

💥 “What does it mean then?” 

💥 “Look it up, I’m not your encyclopedia.” 

💥 With that, he left your room, leaving you to wonder what that whole conversation was about.

💥 After hours upon hours of weird google searches seriously, try to describe hand signs with words you stumbled upon an ASL website explaining common mistakes beginner ASL learners made. 

💥 One of the first ones was how many did the I love you sign when they actually meant to do the rock on one. 

💥 You were confused at first. Why would Bakugou know sign language? But finally understood the reason he was flustered all those times. 

💥 When it finally dawned on you the meaning of your gestures, you felt very embarrassed.

💥 You had a big crush on Bakugou but telling him you loved him before you were even dating was a bit too much. 

💥 “How do you know sign language?” you asked the next day during homeroom. 

💥 “I’m going deaf,” he said matter-of-factly. 

💥 It all started to make sense and wanted to ask more questions, but class was already starting. 

💥 Once the period was over, he pulled you aside and explained further. 

💥 “My explosions,” he explained, “the bigger and louder I made them, the worse my hearing got. Before you say that you’re sorry for me out of pity just know I’m still better than all these fucking extras and I’m gonna be number one no matter what.”

💥 “I wouldn’t expect anything less,” you responded, being met with a pink tint on his cheeks. 

💥 Over the following weeks, you started to pick up some sign language and tried to communicate with Bakugou using it, seeing that it was easier for him to understand. 

💥 The time you spent together, becoming closer friends, the more your feelings for him grew, and, as cheesy as it sounded, you planned to confess to Bakugou with some of your favorite songs. 

💥 At first, you planned to follow that old trend of making a spotify playlist and confessing through song titles, but the songs just didn’t match. You just couldn’t have a rap song followed by two pop songs and then by modern and classic rock just for the sake of forming a coherent sentence. 

💥 You wanted to go with something that conveyed your feelings while not being too forward. This proved to be a difficult task. 

💥 There were a seemingly infinite amount of songs talking about love and heartbreak, but it seemed impossible to find one that truly resonated with how you felt. After all, you really liked Bakugou, but you also wanted to take things slow, wanting to actually tell him you loved him when you actually meant it and not during a silly misunderstanding. 

💥 After hours of scrolling through your playlists, you finally found one that was perfect. 

💥 At first, you were gonna go with IWBYL by Breimen, but I wanna be your lover might be taken out of context. Then you thought about going with What I Like About You by the Romantics. It seemed like a perfect option until you noticed Bakugou didn’t fit any of the things they mentioned in the lyrics. Crush by Tessa Violet also seemed like a good option until you imagined how you would react if someone made you listen to that song. It sounded a bit obsessive, so you decided to go with something else. 

💥 Feeling defeated, you thought about planning another way to express your feelings.

💥 You pressed shuffle on your playlist while you opened your laptop to look for ideas. 

💥 That’s when you heard the chorus.

💥 “Come over here and sit next to me” “We can see where things go naturally” 

💥 Although it wasn’t what you originally planned, the song just fit. You decided you would make him listen to it and explain afterward if he didn’t understand. 

💥 During one of your study sessions, you tapped him to call his attention. You had the song prepared on your phone and were planning to hand him one of your headphones, knowing that waiting for someone to listen to a song you recommend while in silence is possibly the most awkward feeling known to man. 

💥 As you held the device towards him he just looked at you in confusion. 

💥 “What?” 

💥 “Put it on.” 

💥 “I can’t, in-ear headphones mess with my hearing aids,” he said, annoyed at your ignorance. 

💥 “Oh.”

💥 You went back to your books. You knew you had to do this today or else you would chicken out forever. Tapping him for the second time, he turned towards you. 

💥 “What now?”

💥 Carefully, trying not to mess up regardless of your nervously shaking hands, you signed I like you. 

💥 His cheeks went crimson as he looked at you in disbelief. 

💥 “Are you sure you signed that right?” 

���� “I hope so,” you said with a nervous laugh, signing it again carefully and adding a lot at the end. 

💥 “I-,” he was speechless and managed the seemingly impossible feat of turning even redder before nervously signing back I like you a lot too.

[fekst-fucker]

Hey bby autistic reader again (call my phroggy pls) lol can you write headcannons for toby and a gf who goes non verbal sometimes when overstimulated (not nsfw tho👀) and uses sign language to talk, maybe protective toby vibes 👀 she also wears nothing but long overalls and A different colored sweater or shirt everyday and who can sometimes come across super child like and who loves catching frogs and showing them to people even if they dont like them lol thank you bby ❤️❤️

Phroggy omg 🥺 absolutely babe

- Toby LOVES that you just.… catch frogs

- He tries to do it with you but they’re just a little too fast for him :,(

- So to make up for it he goes and buys froggy stim toys! He sewed a little frog patch on his clothes for you 🥺

- He now has your name saved with little froggy emojis bc when he goes all out he! Goes! All! Out!

- if there are creeps who weren’t there to see the super rad frog you caught he’ll take a picture to show them later

- He completely understands being overstimulated, so he’ll take you somewhere quiet if he starts to see you showing signs of being uncomfortable

- If you like being hugged to calm down he’ll do that, if you like your space he’ll sit a few feet away and make sure you’re alright

- He will stand guard at the door if need be, you’ve got your own personal bouncer

- He probably wouldn’t realize that you were trying to communicate via sign language till you told him, but once you did he was super intent on learning it for you!

- All you have to do when you feel nonverbal is tug on his sleeve and give him a tiny signal, maybe pointing to your mouth, signing ‘asl’, he’ll get it and go along with it immediately

- He’ll get very mad at people who demand a response from you when you go nonverbal

- He’s not very good at languages :( but he learned a few basic signals and is a lot better at reading your hands than signing to you

- He created a few key word signals with you that are easy for him to remember, stuff like a motion that means “I need to be taken inside” or “I can’t/don’t want to speak right now” and.… my favorite… “do you need me”

- He really likes using his hands to communicate because he also fidgets so often, so he practices sign language by signing along when he talks

- Overalls? Look cute as hell on this man he will 1000% buy a pair just to match with you

- Sweaters and overalls are THE cutest combo and everyone agrees on this

- Only downside is Toby is always right over your shoulder when someone gives you a compliment ready to be like “she’s mine so back off !”

- They’re like “dude I was just complimenting-“ “you snooze you lose, she’s my girl!”

- He loves childish vibes he is right there with you if you want to act silly, if you wanna go outside and mess around in the dirt looking for more frogs, if you want to wear bright colors, he’s doin’ it with you

- Hope you don’t mind matching with him bc he insists on you wearing some of his clothes so you two can match 🥺🤎

[kingofthewilderwest]

Don't worry, I take over my sleep time to read and write fanfictions. I wouldn't have time otherwise! I have an entire Word page with only links to fanfictions I still have to read! And it's all right to not read fanfictions if you don't want to. It's just an hobby among others. Anyway, you wrote fanfictions?? Now I'm curious, could I have a link, if you don't mind? Have a good night too and sorry for my grammar mistakes, english isn't my first language (btw, thank you for the likes

From this. Sorry I’m slow replying!! thanks for your wonderful messages! :)

No worries about grammar! Your English is great, and even if it weren’t, that’s no bother to me either. :) The fact that you’re communicating in a language that isn’t your first… just means you have extra skills and are even more awesome! :) 

I love how dedicated you are to looking at others’ fanfictions, even creating a Word document page to make sure you remember them. That’s beautiful and cool. And I’m getting curious about what you’ve written, too! 

Thanks so much for asking about my fics - this touches me! Sure, I’m happy to share! I tend to post all fics on tumblr and FFN, with FFN being my primary hub. On tumblr I use the tag #my fanfiction and tag all stories by their title. My FFN profile is kingofthewilderwest.

I’m so so so so so SO touched when anyone reads or interacts with my fics (though since I write casually, I ask no constructive criticism

THE VIGILANTE’S WAR

HTTYD. YEAR: 2014. LENGTH: 57,110 WORDS. A mysterious, antagonistic dragon rider dubbed “the Vigilante” crosses paths with Hiccup, and her increasingly violent actions appear to be leading to war against Berk. 

He tightened his hands, loosened them again. Breathed in, breathed out. He could feel himself stooped in the dirt, his shoulders hunched over his head, his knees buried in the ground and tucked underneath his torso. His neck was bent low close to the earth, providing him a good view of his hands and the ground and nothing else.

Well, and the blood.

That can’t possibly be all mine.

- PROLOGUE: FROM OUT OF THE HAZE

HTTYD 2′s original drafts had Valka as the main antagonist. I found this so interesting that I decided to rewrite HTTYD 2 - with a few of my own spins - on this concept. One of my most well-known fics, “The Vigilante’s War” is where I’ve gotten the most thorough reviews and most emotional reactions.

THE VIGILANTE’S LEGACY 

HTTYD. YEARS: 2014-2016. LENGTH: 20,546 WORDS. There’s been four years of war between three factions. Drago’s army. The Vigilante and her dragons. Berk and their allies. But now, Chief Hiccup believes there’s a way to end the conflict. Sequel to “The Vigilante’s War.”

Hiccup spoke up. Cleared his voice. Tapped his pointer finger apprehensively on the cell’s iron door. “You said we were making a mistake.” Might as well speak straight to the point of his visit. “Something about ‘you and every one of your warriors are making a mistake’ or – or something like that.”

For a moment Hiccup wondered if Valka actually would reply. The calculating gaze she gave him from the corner of her prison certainly did not seem a positive sign. However, then, with a steady, lilting cadence to her voice, she succinctly affirmed, “I did.” Just those two words. Nothing more.

- VIII. THE MISTAKES OF WAR

It’s unfinished; I haven’t updated because I ran out of steam and didn’t receive enough reader feedback encouraging me to continue. Though I did have a very vivid final chapter in mind… that I still love… which I never got to…?

MEMOIRS

HTTYD. YEARS: 2015-2016. LENGTH: 44,289 WORDS. My ongoing collection of drabbles for HTTYD. Angst, pain, comfort, humor, crossovers, crack, it’s all there. Favorites include “Family Portrait,” “Stubble,” “Buffcup the Brawny,” and “Remember When.”

He held her hand softly, one wrinkled hand laid gently on top of another. It was just her and him now in the house all alone – for their children had left on a voyage with the grandkids, and would not be back for a week yet, if even two. It evoked the quietness of the old days, back before they were old, back during the times when they were newlyweds and younger even than their grandchildren were today. Oh, but the smell of her hair was just as refreshing now as when it was blonde.

- REMEMBER WHEN

DINNER AT DRAGON’S EDGE 

HTTYD. YEAR: 2015. LENGTH: 5,452 WORDS. The gang’s settling in at Dragon’s Edge. To make sure everything operates smoothly, Hiccup suggests a chore rotation system. That means everyone has to do their fair share of the cooking… but it doesn’t mean everyone is a fair cook.

“Oh my gods, is this dinner or what the rats threw away?” Snotlout exclaimed, terrified at the Unidentified Edible Object before him.

Tuffnut picked it up with one experimental hand and held it out before him at a safe distance. People would have held poisonous snakes or bloodied torture devices more cheerily. Squinting his eyes and peering carefully at the peculiar specimen pinched between his fingers, rubbing under his chin with his other, free hand, Tuffnut remarked, “Looks something like what Barf and Belch poop out after they get sick and…”

- 1. ASSIGNING JOBS

This humorous fic I think is where I do best capturing HTTYD character personalities and interactions.

[SUPER]HERO THE HARD WAY 

HTTYD. YEARS: 2014-2017. LENGTH: 86,566 WORDS. In a modern world where Berk is full of superheroes battling the League of Outcasts, power-less Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third struggles to receive appreciation for who he is. Through his crime-fighting journey, Hiccup learns that, while he might not have powers, he can become a Hero the Hard Way.

“I wasn’t born with anything. Don’t have anything. I’m the son of Chief Stoick “Skullcrusher” and I don’t have anything. Not even a superpower to turn objects purple. Which frankly would be completely pointless but at least it would have been something.“

He realized he was babbling and promptly shut his mouth. He looked over at Fishlegs, who appeared to be wordlessly processing the information. The teenager appeared baffled moreso than anything else, which at least meant he was not outright rejecting him.

“So you’re going to train to be a superhero… and you don’t have any powers? I got that right?”

“You got that right.”

“Wow.” Fishlegs said.

Hiccup waited for more.

“That’s actually really cool.”

- CHAPTER THREE: SIDEKICKED

This started as me intending to write one crack chapter. It turned into me envisioning a ROB / DOB modern AU where all characters were superheroes. The final product became a retelling of HTTYD 1′s basic concept: Hiccup gaining his peers’ approval despite being different. Somehow, despite me 70% adlibbing by the seat of my pants (should I be admitting this?), I had great fun. And it brought in the most reviews, follows, and favorites of any of my posted stories! Thanks for the reads and support, everyone!!!

RESET OR RESUME 

UT. YEAR: 2016-2017. LENGTH: 85,841 WORDS. Gaster’s research unlocks the secret of time travel. After the Royal Scientist’s untimely end, one of Gaster’s colleagues - Sans - finds himself with the power to Reset. Confronted with unpleasant timelines and dangerous choices, Sans must decide how to navigate through time… if it’s worth resetting for a better future, continuing with hope for the present, or simply giving up.

No longer timid and silent, the human happily babbled all sorts of nonsense to Sans, everything from how to bake snow pies to how weird Sans’ skull looked to how beautiful the ribbon in their hair was to their opinions of Papyrus’ ‘battle body’ to how their mom didn’t like the color black to their personal opinion of ferrets to a long narrative of their encounter with a snail-loving old lady they met on the other side of the Ruins door. Everything could be the topic of a conversation. There was no filter and even less sense of restraint for this child.

“How are you a SKELETON?” their happy little high-pitched voice squeaked. They flew gallantly over a twig that rested, flat, on the surface of the snow. Powder flew everywhere as they landed heavily into the snowbank. “That means – that means you should be DEAD, you know!”

“who says i’m not dead?” Sans trolled with a wink.

With a shrieking giggle, they exclaimed, “Don’t be silly! Only ghosts are dead!”

“i could be a skeleton ghost.”

“No you – no you can’t.” The human seemed to be quite confident about their knowledge in paranormal metaphysics. “You can be a skeleton. You can be a ghost. But nobody – NOBODY – can be a skeleton ghost.”

“is that so?”

“YES so! You CAN’T be both. That would be wrong.” Maybe the human mentally categorized skeletons and ghosts as separate Halloween creatures, ensuring they were mutually exclusive concepts. It was always challenging to comprehend a child’s train of logic. “Except…” and now the child paused, leaning down and tugging at the sleeve of their sweater. Something thoughtful – at least as much as one so young could be thoughtful – passed over their eyes. They cocked their head to the side and stared at Sans. In the same sort of innocence with which they had talked about ferrets, the human inquired, “…can ghosts also be dust?”

- 5. KNOCKS [[File 5.2 IH-20150701-3-3]]

I have particular fondness for this fic. I spent more energy and care with this than any other I’ve posted. Drenched it through with UT lore. Edited and revised thoroughly. Had two beta readers examine my ASL for accurate representation. I wrote extensive outlines that were several page long color-coded charts, had all this meticulous structuring going on…

The problem was, this was an impossibly ambitious project. Life got in the way, too. The 85,841 words here aren’t close to the end of Part 1. The final two Parts were going to explain the weirdness within Part 1 (the story doesn’t begin in chronological order - it gets pieced together like a puzzle). What I planned to write would have included a complex characterization arc for Sans, every human child that’s visited the underground, and multiple resets containing main character deaths… until the story would end with Sans confronting Frisk in the Genocide Route.

Hopefully, despite the incompleteness, this is enjoyable from its comedy to its angst! I would at least encourage people to read the first few chapters! Or “Socks” - an entire chapter devoted to Sans and Gaster pulling sock pranks on each other.

SOMEHOW THEY’RE STILL OFFICERS

FMAB. YEAR: 2018-2019. LENGTH: 6,036 WORDS. Ahhhhhh yes. Team Mustang. The hand-selected, elite group of military officers who effectively spend their time… doing nonsense. 

Everyone was scrambling at once. Mustang rushed forward to greet their guest, perfect composure only broken by the fast pace at which he moved. In fact the colonel’s posture was almost a proud enough display to make his lack of shirt go unnoticed. But Falman chucked his cards away at the same time he tried to salute; Breda was ducking from Falman’s sudden card shower; Fuery was launching pants and underwear in Havoc’s face; and Lieutenant Hawkeye, obviously abashed to be in this room at all, was covering her eyes with her hand in what was either her life’s longest sigh, or a pathetic attempt to hide her face and identity.

- WE WERE JUST PLAYING CARDS

My collection of FMA drabbles, particularly stories of Team Mustang shenanigans. Prompts / requests welcome for more adventures!

I have a few other drabbles posted, too. I also have unfinished chapters of Voltron fanfictions on my computer that I could share, too? Maybe I should? I’m currently working on several Royai fanfictions, other FMA drabbles, and a longer Deponia fanfiction.

Thank you again for being so nice and connecting with me over fanfiction and fandom and FMA and more. You’re a really wonderful and cool person and you made my day.

[rainbowwindstorm]

Part 1: Let’s Be Friends! Shall We?

*Note: keep in mind that in this part of the story, Iris still hasn’t gotten her powers or the magic beads yet. She gets them around her 16th birthday. So basically, this is sort of a prologue on how she met Mute*

It’s a nice, bright and sunny day and it is the first day of high school for many freshmen. Among these freshmen is a 15 yr. old girl named Iris. She is feeling very excited because today she is going to try to make new friends since her only best friend is her 17 yr. old cousin Cirrus.

“Hey Cirrus? What period do you have lunch?” Iris asks.

“I got it 5th period,” Cirrus replies back.

“Awww, no fair! I have it 6th period!”

“Pfft, well you better start making friends right now so you know who you are going to sit with. Of course, since it’s the first day, it’s gonna take some time to make some.”

“True haha.”

“Well, I gotta get going. I have history first period and it’s all the way at the end of the hallway. I don’t wanna be late. If you need any help, text me. Later!”

“Okay! Later Cirrus!” Iris calls out as she sees him slowly disappear from the distance. “Well let’s see what I have first period.” As she looks at her schedule, she notices that she has biology first period. She heads to class early since it’s better than being late. As she gets there, she spots a tall boy with silvery white hair and what seemed to be speaking with his hands to the teacher. Iris decides to wait outside.

“Look Mute. I know you are a bright kid. I want you to try your hardest and behave alright? We have astronomy club every Friday, in case you want to join. I see that you love drawing the galaxy alot from what I saw earlier at the back of the walls I saw outside,” says the teacher. The boy, whom we now know is called Mute, nods in agreement.  “Great!” the teacher then pats his head gently. “Well you better head down to your first class now. Don’t want to make you late for it haha. And don’t vandalize school property! Remember that!”

Mute just playfully sticks his tongue out and smiles as he soon heads out. Iris then heads in and takes a seat in a random desk.

“Why hello there! Nice to see that I have an early bird here!” the teacher exclaims happily. Iris smiles back and nods in agreement.

“Yup! Um, not to be nosy, but who was that you were talking to earlier?”

“Oh, the quiet kid? He’s a freshman just like you. I spotted him vandalizing the back of the school walls outside and I had to give him a small lecture. He seems like a bright kid so I invited him to join Astronomy Club if he wanted to since it appears that he enjoys it so much. OH! And if you wanna join, you are also welcome too! I’m Mr. Orion by the way.”

“I’m Iris. I would love to join! I honestly want to make some new friends since my only friend right now is my older cousin Cirrus.”

         “Great! We meet after school on Fridays!” Pretty soon the classroom started to fill with students and Mr. Orion starts his introduction and explains the plans they have for the school year. Throughout the whole day, Iris struggled a bit in making friends and before you know it, it's time for lunch.

         “I guess I have nobody to sit with for lunch today. Welp..might as well go eat outside than sit alone in the cafeteria.” Iris then heads outside and sits by the bleachers. As soon as she starts eating her strawberry and banana sandwich, she suddenly feels like she's being watched. She turns around and nothing is there. “Huh...why do I feel like I'm being watched? Huh, maybe it’s just me.” She shrugs it off and proceeds to finish her lunch. After finishing, she gets up and without noticing her steps, she trips on a spray can.

“GAAAH-OOF!!!” she exclaims as falls and suddenly lands on something soft.

As she opens her eyes, she notices it’s the guy she saw earlier that morning. “OH. MY. GOSH!!! I AM SO TERRIBLY SORRY!!!” Iris gets up quick. Mute suddenly grabs a notebook and writes on it. Iris looks at him puzzled until he finishes and gives it to her.

Dude, are you okay?? Sorry I left that spray can there. is written on the notebook. (A/N: the writing in italics is what Mute writes on his notebook and hands to Iris)

“Um yeah…? It’s okay. Also, why are you writing on a notebook? You can talk, right?” Mute sighs and motions her to give him back the notebook. She gives it back and within seconds, he hands it back to her.

Nope. I can’t talk. I don’t have a voice. If I try to speak, I can end up tearing my vocal chords. Ya see, I was born with extremely sensitive vocal chords.

“I see… Do you communicate with others through your notebook all the time?”

Ehh...it depends. I can actually speak through sign language though. If people don’t understand ASL, then I write on this thing.

“Ohhh, so that’s why you were talking to Mr. Orion with your hands!! It’s ASL. Silly me!!”

Haha yeah. I’m glad he understood me. It’s rare to find people who understand ASL nowadays. Do you know how to do sign language by any chance?

“Nope...I wish I did though. It looks kinda hard..”

It’s not really that hard. I can teach ya tomorrow during lunch if ya want. :)

“Really?! Omg! I would love to learn! Thanks so much!!” Iris beams happily and suddenly hugs him. Mute tenses up a bit and Iris backs off a bit. “O-oh! S-Sorry if that bothered you. I’m just happy. That’s all..”

It’s okay. I’m not familiar with getting affection and care though. But that’s a story for another day. Anyways, thanks. It actually made me feel happy and lighten up to be honest. :)

“Really?! Omg! Yay!! Haha!” Mute smiles and nods at her.

Yup. Well lunch is almost over. I better head back cuz I have art next.

“Oh okay! Same, I better head back as well. I have Literature. What’s your name by the way?”

Mute. You can call me Mute.

“What a unique name! Mine’s Iris.”

Coolio! It suits you. Well I better go. Bye Iris!! It was great meeting ya! See ya tomorrow!

“Bye Mute!!” They both wave at each other as they part ways. Iris smiled brightly as she headed to her last class. She had finally made a friend and she couldn’t wait to tell her cousin about it. She then gets a text message.

“Lol. Speak of the devil, look who just texted me.”

CloudBoy: So, finally made any friends cuz?

Iris: Sure did! I’ll tell ya after school! :D

CloudBoy: Gr8!! TTYL

Iris: lol ttyl

Part 1 COMPLETE

Hope you peeps liked it! Lol, I haven’t written stories in a long time. I hope it made sense. :P

[babblingbat]

Various Characters I meant to post Months ago

Various Characters of mine

I have so many I want to write (some) of them down! This is a suuuuuper long post so more under the cut! Includes a spy, a crime lord/activist, and a bargaining warlock (I have to reblog this later bc tumblr threw a hissy fit about the length)

X

- Kinda in a Bond-esque spy agency, but more of a contractor

- When everything goes to shit, you can count on them to fix it

- Nonbinary protege of whoever is in charge of the tech division (Mezza? Sloane? Dixon? idk, but they have a hell of a shady past and there’s like… noooothing that can keep Sloane out of computer systems)

- X isn’t formally recognized by APO (authorized personnel only, the spy agency) but they do have access to all information because of a backdoor Sloane made

- So I guess the name is Sloane

- Anyways, X goes on the black ops of black ops, typically with either mercenaries or no back-up at all

- Thus trust issues and like the opposite of dependency - they have so much trouble asking for things but are willing to help anyone or offer material assistance - if they have it

- X is nonbinary and really doesn’t have any preferences on pronouns, as long as they aren’t he/him or she/her

- They’re also autistic and shut down if there’s too much loud noise or if they’re just too tired for some reason - sometimes this means going nonverbal or just Not Functioning and their favorite way to feel better is to sit on the ground, wrap themselves in a blanket and listen to music - so in conclusion they don’t really use guns unless there’s a silencer, and they aren’t v good with them

- A huge part of their espionage function is language!

- They speak German, Spanish, Japanese, FSL, and ASL all idiomatically

- They also speak Russian, French, and Afrikaans, but not fluently

- They can swear and count to ten in Korean and Czech

- They’re pursuing a PhD in computational linguistics, though APO gets in the way

- They’re 24, and have a bizarre set of skills because both of their job, previous jobs and jobs they hold as a cover to pretend they pay their taxes, and special interests

- Sloane is only 7 years older than them, and recruited X out of high school

- At first it was small things, like ‘pick up this book from Elm Street and drop it at Main’ but it got bigger after they graduated

- When X turned 18, they went through formal training - protocol, combat, and analysis

- They’d done some martial arts before hand, but not much punching, mostly kicking, throws, and staffs (5 and 6 feet)

- X’s main job is to clean up messy situations, usually by stealing things or extractions, and their own ops are less combat oriented than the clean ones

- X is not the best at math, not by a long shot, but they can see patterns from a mile away

- “I am the fact guardian, guardian of the facts!” “Puzzles quiver before them!” “FUCK OFF”

- They do simple division when bored and solve a lot of math things by finding patterns and using them

- X is both their designation in the agency (as in ‘x factor’) and their actual name- they use an alias for college

- They live with a few people, most of whom complain at their erratic sleep schedule and ask that please, for the love of god, X gets sleep meds and just a solid 8 hours, for once

- Sloane eventually sends X on an op to extract Mel, Sloane’s girlfriend and top operative

- X doesn’t know what to tell Mel, so mostly they just tell them that things will be answered later

- Mel asks Sloane, who reluctantly explains X’s role, and this sets some things into motion of X eventually being brought into the spotlight

- They have several hearings about their activities

- Eventually, Seville (who runs things? I guess) tells them to carry on as they do, reporting directly to Sloane, but they are recognized now by the APO

- There are three other things I want to fit in:

- Goes missing for [period of time], leaving a very close friend behind, comes back after being presumed dead and no memories, apparently solved a conspiracy and now has many illegal friends who all enjoy thievery

- Magic is a thing (because it wouldn’t be my words if it wasn’t lmao) and common enough that people know it exists but rare enough that it’s kinda intimidating and sometimes people will freak out about it, despite plenty of people having it.

X has/develops magic at some point but is terrified to tell anyone and tries to hide it from their team (which is now their family, love that trope) because they don’t want to be barred from the APO, but it comes out accidentally during a mission

- X’s infodumping saves the day somehow

The Celestian

- K so this is more about an organization, but the Celestian lives in a like a 1920s fantasy setting and likes dancing

- They run a social activism group masquerading as a crime network that uses queer bars and stuff as fronts

- To get money, they dance competitively with their bodyguard and d8m8, the BFF (butch femme fatale) who identifies as a nb lesbian

- To get into any of the places where actual political dismantling and activism happens, who have to have very specific patterns on your nails - nail painting is a method of communication and is also a huge teambuilding exercise

- There are different codes for everything

- When cops try and get in (they can only find the places if they have a member of the Queer Folk), the code is “blue denim” and then the person caught tells the police they need nail polish and then laugh as they get caught, as if they were bullshitting the whole thing

- Other things are called “10:50 am” which looks like a sleepy eye

- Or “songbird rhapsody” which is also a popular song that the Celestian sings at clubs

- Or “money” which is just a green splotch on all the nails

- If you’re a member of the Queer Folk, you get a crate monthly of money and nail polish, and special things on birthdays and holidays

- The Queer Folk do everything from organize protests to take kids in and try to pay for their education through crime - as in robbery from different places

- Their crimes always have a certain flair to them - they value creativity and snazziness

- The Celestian is like 5’ 3” (which, to be fair, is 3 inches taller than I am) and the BFF picks them up a lot

- They don’t like alcohol or caffeine but drink herbal tea 24/7

- If they don’t, something is very, very wrong

- They have a prosthetic leg

Red

- Literally in high school

- A warlock! They traded their gender and all “gender identifying features” to a trans demon for magic powers

- The demon mostly asks them to get coffee and stuff because the demon isn’t very good at bargaining and just wanted Red’s gender, but it’s expected of a patron to keep using the warlock for things

- (on the demon phone) “hey so this is super duper important and if you could get it in the next half hour that’s the best thing”

“what is it”

“alright so go to the corner of Lincoln and Greenleaf, turn three times to your right, once to your left, and a door should open behind you. Don’t try to turn towards it, just fall backwards”

“if I fall onto poison ivy or concrete I’m breaking my fucking contract”

“No, no no no, you’ll appear in that good good heaven spot”

“… the coffee shop?”

- Red focuses on science in their school

- Every interaction is a deal. E V E R Y I N T E R A C T I O N

- Breakfast? “I’ll give you the salt if you hand over the pancakes”

- Entering a building? “Hold the door open and I’ll give you praise”

- School? “You want me to tell you what I do in my spare time? Give me an A on my midterm and I’ll tell you”

- The last one has left a lot of teachers confused and more than a little scared of the silly little nerd in their class

- Honestly, they have straight A’s because they make deal after deal about grades. They never cheat on tests, but they make deals, hold people to them, and know what they’re doing

- Red’s demon is getting a little worried with all the deals

- Red is most accustomed to deals rather than anything else because they think that unequal exchange (i.e., gifts) is really suspect

- That said, Red has no problems altering “equal” exchange to benefit them

- If they ever became a business owner, they would be terrifying

- They want everything to turn out the best it can for every one but… are not fans of laws

- They have many Opinions on law, its enforcement, and the government

- That cousin that will tell you constantly about how the government is corrupt and should be rebooted with the youngest people as the primary interest

- Anarchy? Not quite, but revolution? Most definitely

- No angst, just high school silliness and chaos

- Has no idea what’s going on 90% of the time - a kid on a sportsball team did something amazing, people started treating him like shit for adults liking him, and Red had no idea until like 3 months later

- Red just kinda lives in their head

- Did they hear what you just said? Nah, but they sure did hear that wristwatch every time it clicked on the second.

- Likes the sound of adventure, but mostly gets lost in Ikea and makes deals with the eldritch monsters in the mattress section

- SUCH A SHITTY SENSE OF DIRECTION, COULD GET LOST IN A GRID WITH MAPS AT EVERY INTERSECTION

- Charismatic, but mostly in the sense of lying their ass off and persuading people

- Once tried to go a day without making a deal (on a dare), ended by making a deal to not have to ever do that again

- Businesses both hate and love them - they pay for nothing but will bargain away odd things of equivalent value every time and catch shoplifters, dislikes shoplifters because it’s not a fair trade

- Bizarrely good luck with finding things in pockets, particularly to “pay” for things

[salmon404]

I’m gonna regret posting this but uh have a story

(it doesn’t really have a name so if you think of a name plz plzplz tell me)

Chapter 1

: Long Lost Somethings

Baboom Baboom Baboom The bass was going insane in this song, causing me to bounce around even more than I would normally do. A young man I was dancing with accidentally touched my boob, normally I’d let it slide but he lingered a little too long. So I slapped his hand playfully and gave him a smirk. I turned to another boy and ground my hips against him whilst drinking from my wonderful bottle. From under the haze of vodka I heard the boy from my Last dance call me a slut. Normally I’d let that slide As well, but, I was under the influence so… I beat the shit out of him. I awoke On a couch Not my own, It was probably Some guys, I looked Around and saw I was Surprisingly still at the party. God, I was wasted, I prodded My face remembering the fight, It Appeared I only had a small black eye People were still dancing, I looked around and Remembered that this was my party, and this couch Was mine but covered in everyone's jackets. I saw on The couch across from me there was the boy I beat up, he Was not much older than me, probably a senior, I got him Good… One of his fingers was at an awkward angle… cringing I turned away from the carnage. I tried to sit up but Sera pushed me down. “You got really drunk Svea…” “Lemme up, and I’m sure you know by now, that’s not my name.” “What isn’t? Svea.” Cringing again as she said the name, I turned away. “Please…” Pity filled Sera’s eyes. “I’m not her anymore, so I don’t need you to say her name, nor do I need your GOD DAMN PITY!” I shoved away the nausea and Sera, and got up. I grabbed a bottle from a nearby counter “I think it's time you leave my party, Fina.” I told her looking over my shoulder slightly but not at her. It was a low blow at what her mum used to call her, but at least she knew her mum had loved her. “Please stop drinking Sam.” Then Serafina walked out the door. Normally I would regret what I said and run after her. There was a lot of stuff I normally did that I didn’t do anymore.

I walked away even though it hurt, She had been drunker than I had ever seen her, her accent so thick I could barely understand her words even without her slurring. Svea truly wasn’t the same person as she used to be, the person I climbed up on top of those bleachers with. I walked through the bushes to the house next door. We were no longer what we were, we weren’t even acquaintances. I didn’t know what we were before, but now… I didn’t know her at all. “How was it?” Myla asked, we had been having a sleepover before the Bjornar party started. “I saw an old friend,” Myla was the only friend I had since coming back from Britain. “You make it sound as if that's a bad thing.” “Yeh…” “What. What happened? Okay, something happened.” “Naw, I’m fine, Just really really really stressed.” I plopped down on the side of the bean bag chair Myla was using. Myla shoved me off so I laid on the floor. And gazed at the pocked ceiling. “Don’t worry, we can figure it out!” “She isn’t t' same person as before.” I moaned dejectedly. “Who was it?” I hesitated but decided to tell her. “ It was… ugh, it was Sam.” “Oh..” I couldn’t understand the look on her face, how did she know who Sam was, I mean she was always pretty popular, but Myla was a new student who knew the last name of maybe a total of ten kids. “Yeh…” “Well, you did miss a lot of st-” “Yeah! I see that,” I suddenly snapped, who was Myla to know anythin' about Jo! She didn’t know her! “Sorry, sorry, I’m just saying that I think you should find out about what you missed before trying to be her friend again.” “How do you know I want t' know her again? Say I did though, want to be her friend again, I should find everythin' out from her. N' sorry I snapped, I’m just really stressed. ” It was hard to stay angry when everything was this sad. “It’s ok, and I can tell by the way you said really three times. So what I was saying is that she will not trust you anytime soon, if you did want to be her friend again. Shit happened, I heard she's basically an orphan now. She drinks. Hangs out with like all the bad people. She’s got a drug addict as a best friend. You’ve seen her.” She made a hand gesture, that I was pretty sure meant I have a ton of other gossip about her, but I’m guessing you don’t really wanna hear it now, but don’t worry I will find someway to gossip with you soon, Damn, how can someone convey a whole compound sentence with just their hands? Without using ASL of course. But I hadn’t heard about any of this “What happened? And how d' ye know this about her? Last I checked you never talked to Sam.” “Honestly, everyone’s heard the rumors about her, even the new kids like me. Also we have band together!” She smiled cheekily, I sighed. I originally wanted to avoid her when I came back. But she was a black hole. Also it’s kinda hard to avoid her when we have nearly all our classes together, pass each other all the time in the halls, and live next door. “Ehhhh…” I moaned “...Maybe I should’ve just stayed in Britain.” “Then you wouldn’t of met me! Silly!” I laughed and we went to our sleeping bags. It was hard not t' be optimistic with Myla, but tears still pricked my eyes as I listened to the bass thumping through our neighbourhood... I didn’t know what to do. I had spent two whole years trying to forget about Svea, Sam. And now here I was, already basically stalking her and trying to figure out how to get her to like me again. I deserved her hatred though, I abandoned her. The splotchy purple designs around my room did nothing to calm me, and I drifted off to a fitful sleep.

I hate her I’m just trying To console Leah but I keep seeing Sera staring At me. I purposely ignore her And look down at the shit lunch the School hands out. Too stressed I throw Away my lunch and focus on Leah She’s having a bad day today, she Doesn’t touch her food and I Feel scared. I hate myself More than I hate Sera. I can’t even help My best friend. Leah starts to shake For seemingly no reason, I look around and see A teacher with dark Hair, it wasn’t Her dad who’s walking by, But Leah is terrified of him anyway. Her PTSD taking more control of her, I want to hug her and comfort her, rather than worsen it I Gingerly touch her hand and draw her attention. She looks at me and I motioned my head towards The bathroom across the hall. Leah nods and I get Up, thinking that I was going over to her Sera giddily Hit Myla and Myla gestured for us to come over as well. I turned away, not even being able to look at Sera for More than a moment. I thought I was over her, I guess I was wrong, I need to work on myself More, I don’t have time for feelings. The first time I had seen her in two years had been when she barreled into me after turning a corner. I had instantly tried to help her before realizing who it was. She never even hinted she was coming back from Britain, I guess she didn’t have my contacts anymore, but still. We realized who the other person was at the same time as I handed her her notebooks, we stared at each other for what seemed like forever, everything was still around us. Then in a flash I got up and ran.

I got up, I thought Svea had been heading over to me but instead she went to the bathroom. I knew I shouldn't follow her, but I just couldn’t stay here anymore, I needed to talk to her. I felt Myla try to pull me back down but it was too late I was already getting up. I could smell the smoke before I even got in the bathroom, someone was smoking some major shit. I prayed that it wasn’t Svea. I walked in and saw a sallow faced kid and Svea standing on the toilets passing a blunt over the stall walls, when they heard me they both ducked. “You smoke now, too, Sam?”I put as much emphasis on Sam as I could, I immediately regretted doin' that, I was better than that, but Svea just caused my brain t' go haywire. “Fan ni Sera.” “Vad hände?” “I see you learned some Swedish, ya kuk.” “Just that, I googled it t' period before because I wanted t' ask ye in yer own language.” “Pronunciation sucks.” “I’ll just go, it was a mistake for me t' come in here. it’s clear you don’t care about me…” “Helvete Fin, you are the one who doesn’t care!” The door to her stall opened up and Svea was fuming. “You left ME!” Her face crumpled as she realized she said the thing she had been trying so hard not to say. A whimper sounded from the other stall and Svea looked down and saw that she still had the blunt. Glaring at me, Svea knocked on Leah’s door, she waited a bit while glaring even harder at me. The door opened and Svea gave the weed to Leah before stepping into the stall and closing the door behind her. “Det ar dags att lamna.” “I’m guessin' you just asked me t' leave?” I got no response. “I missed you Sam.” I sort-of whispered, but I knew she heard. I stood there a little too long. I finally walked out of the bathroom only to run straight into Myla. “JESUS, SERA! You can’t run off like that! You need to control yourself! Come with me.” Myla grabbed my hand “ We are going to make a plan.” Myla dragged me into the empty swimming pool room thing, and then into the locker room. She still didn’t think this was enough and went to the storage room where they store… stuff… sorry I didn’t inspect the room from floor to ceiling, I was busy trying t' figure out what Myla was doing. “You're gay.” She didn’t ask, she just said it matter of factly, like that wasn’t my whole life. I had tried to hide it but clearly not well. “What? No...“ I said too sheepishly “Don’t try to deny it. I know it. And I know that you and Sam used to be more than friends, don’t ask me how I know that you are gay, I just have a really good gaydar for some reason. “But how did you know about me and Sam?” It still felt weird to say Sam. “I’ve seen you staring at that short haired, high cheek boned goddess all day. You also left our slumber party to go to her party and then were sad that you saw her.” Svea was some kind of Nordic Goddess, she was even more beautiful than when I left, she had grown into her little body and looked more like a small viking finally, instead of just a really short blond haired chick. I was surprised to see she had cut her hair into a boys style and bleached it when I first saw her, but it looked fantabuloso on her. I still had my black bob and green eyes, my body was still fairly lanky. She looked so much hotter than me. “Frick.” "Yep, I got you good girly.” “How are you ok with me bein' a lesbian when we live this far down south?” “Not everyone down here is religious and backward.” “Just most…” I said half joking. “And my family is originally from Hawai'i, and they never really had an opinion on gays.” “So what was it that ye wanted t' plan or whatever.” “Well it's clear that the both of you are still soulmates so I want you to woo her back.” “But what if she hasn’t come out?” “I mean she never specifically said it, but I’m sure no one would be surprised.” “What about t' incident?” I remembered how Myla had heard tons of rumors about Sam already, had what we had done gotten out to everyone? “What incident? I only moved here a year ago so I haven’t heard about any ‘incident’.” She used air quotes when she said incident. “ That's good, that means that it didn’t spread everywhere.” I breathed a sigh of relief and gagged as I smelled the rancid jerseys probably growing mold in the back of the room. “But what is this incident? “ When we were freshmen, fourteen year olds. We kissed on top of t' gym bleachers once and we got caught. It was my first kiss with a girl, same with Sam. T' gym teacher screamed at us about bein' sinners. He shouted about us bein' faggots and dykes and whores, that we were goin' t' hell and would burn there for eternity, we were mistakes and God hated us. “I ran away and convinced my parents t' take us back t' London, we were already going to be moving back at t' end of the school year, but I convinced them t' do it right then. I was too scared t' even think about what would happen t' us. We lived there for two years before comin' back here again this year. “I didn’t even think about Sve-Sam until we were on t' plane, on our way t' Britain. I abandoned her.” I slipped on her name almost calling her Svea, it didn’t matter t' Myla but I felt I should respect her wishes “When I got back she was like this and I don’t know what t' do, I don’t know what happened t' her. I almost didn’t recognize her in t' halls, especially when she goes by a different name.” “fuck.” “Yeah.” We sat there for awhile just staring at the musty old storage room around us and the old swimsuits before eventually starting our plan of wooing Svea back.

I was Walking down The hall like normal Heading to class again, Leah was to my left, I noticed Someone else next to me, I turned Slightly and saw beautiful Raven hair I walked a little faster I did not want to talk to her Now or ever, she didn’t get it. I Saw that she also picked up speed So I slowed down, she also did. “Ok, what do you want?” “To talk to you.” “I don’t want to.” “Please? We haven’t talked in two years Sam.” “Oh, and that's My fault?” “No.” I pulled at my hair and rushed away from her and waited At the next class for Leah. I hate her.

“Plan doesn’t work, time t' give up.” I said to Myla, eye-fockin' Sam from across the lunchroom. “ Stalking her in the halls once doesn’t count as a try.” “Yeah it does! I did a lot of hard work!” “You walked next to her for two minutes and then asked to talk, then she turned you down and you left. Hmmm, yes, I see, you just won over her heart.” “Grr.” “ Just say hi, give her a friendly wave. Start out platonic and work from there if she ever bothers to talk to you, and that's how it should be, her talking to you. Please don’t go up to her and start a heavy conversation again.” “I technically never really had a conversation with her.” I said with a smile “Or try to.” Myla responded not moving an inch (figuratively, we were walking). ”Also don’t go crazy, you are really awkward around her. Don’t go overboard on a simple wave.” “Come on, have some faith in me!” “Ok, she is looking over right now, just smile at her.” I tossed a smile over t' Sam but Myla smacked me in the back of the head. “You look horrendous! What kinda smile is that?” I rubbed my neck and glared at Myla. She didn’t have to do it so hard. Myla gestured back at Sam again who was holding back laughter. I made a face at Sam and she quickly tried to look serious. But we both ended up laughing. It seemed like a great start but then I saw the druggie whisper something to Sam and she immediately stood up and carried both of their stuff as they left the lunchroom. The next days were mainly the same, sometimes Sam never seemed to see me, or anyone besides the druggie. Just staring, into the void, the blue in her eyes was silent and screaming at the same time. It hurt me to see. On other days she just glared at me. But slowly the days where she smiled back, however meekly, started t' outnumber the glares. I still didn’t know what t' do about the void though, no matter how much progress I had with the glares, she was still fifty-fifty with the darkness. It was my fault that she was like this, we shouldn’t have kissed, I shouldn’t have left her to herself, to the world. She faced it by herself and lived, she did not overcome it though, and it was all my fault. We should have faced it together, but instead I left her. I abandoned her.

“I’m going to regret this aren’t I?” “OMGOMG! No! Of course not! Sit, sit!” “Sera, you need to stop. I’m Myla by the way.” I shook Myla’s hand “Sam, but you probably’ve heard About me before…” I trailed off, I knew I had a reputation. “I’ve missed you so much!” the normally really still Sera Bounced a little in her seat for some reason, “She’s Been waiting for this for a while.” Myla explained “Hey! Have not! I just finally got my friend t' Sit next t' me at lunch!” Sera tried to say. “Exactly Sera.” Sera frowned and looked Down at her lunch “What happened to you Sera, I was always the hyper one. You look like You downed two coffees!” I joked even though it Hurt that she wasn’t the same little girl hiding in a corner with A book. “Speak for yerself! I barely recognize ye!” I smiled with Sera even though it was the truth. I didn’t even recognize myself in the mirror. “How’s yer family doin'?” Myla kicked Sera under the table and she immediately tried to take it back, but my face still crumpled and fell for a moment, I recovered as fast as I could, Feelings are for the weak. I interrupted Sera before she could stumble around for five minutes trying to think of something to say, I was always the talker and when I was quiet, she tried to Be the talker but she would always fuck Up just like this. “Ma and Papa are in Sweden right now.” I weakly smiled and forced myself to make it look real. I hurt again as I realized I had Become quite good at this. “Leah decided to stay Home today.” “That’s yer Friend wh-that's the Friend you normally sit With right?.” Sera almost said The one who smokes. I used to get mad Whenever someone said anything like that but By now both Leah and I had gotten used to it. “Yeah she is, she always sits next to me, And yes she does marijuana.”

[whet-ones-write]

Matchup Anon! Thank you for responding so quickly lol! I’m a female, I’m pansexual with a male preference (so a male character preferably), I’m a Gemini, 5’3, I have long dark brown hair with natural highlights and light blue eyes. I played volleyball in middle and high school until I got injured and haven’t been able to play since. When I did play I doubled as a setter and Libero, I am bilingual (English and ASL), im a crackhead once I’m comfortable around you but are standoffish at first. I have more guy friends than female friends because I can relate to them better because I’m roudy, loud and love to gets my hands dirty. I believe that going from friends to lovers is the best way to have a lasting relationship. Thank you so much! Lots of love!💋

Note: This is my first time doing this so I hope you enjoy it QQ. I’m so nervous to post this but here we go ;; There were 2 other guys I was debating on matching you with but this one just stuck out to me like a sore thumb and I couldn’t get my mind to change it. Please give feedback if you would be so kind ! QQ<3 I would really appericate it. <3

And the one I have chosen for your match up is. . .

Nishinoya Yu!

★ Why little Yu? You both would have a friendship which would be unbreakable. Friends for life before love. Doing all sorts of wild things together. Going on Roller Coasters together for dates, daring one another to do harmless silly things, and just living life to the full without realising the feelings were there before someone else commented, ‘Why weren’t you both together? You practically acted like it anyway’ as one was never truly seen without the other closely behind. But this didn’t get you guys together, oh no this just made you both think, deeply and truely how you both might feel about one another.

★ How did you know about Nishi? Well you were in some of the same classes! The ones you weren’t in together? Were the ones that he would ask you to tutor him in because you were in a higher class than him in those selected subjects. He knew you were smart and pretty so what could be better than staring into your eyes as he got to know you and you him. 

★ Communication wouldn’t be an issue for you both. You got on like a house on fire and not only that if he was silly as to forget something you would happily drop it off for him and vice versa. He though would always try and get you to train with him, helping him with his receives as he knew that you could help him being in the same position but would respect you and listen to you when you said enough was enough as not to harm you more than you already had. Even showing him a few of your own training techniques to help him improve. 

★ Though he wasn’t the sharpest pencil in the case he would give you a run for your money, always keeping you both mentally and physically stimulated in more ways than one. Mentally giving you both dumb questions like having to explain to him why ketchup isn’t a jelly and then really deep and profound ones late at night like, ‘What is the different between what is art and what isn’t? Writing is an art but it isn’t the same as drawing art, yet it is still classed as one don’t you think?’ 

★ The first thing he would notice about you when his feelings started to develop were your eyes. They contrasted your hair in a way that could only compliment your features.

★ The song of your relationship would be Someone to You but BANNERS. He had an ok singing voice. You had heard him sing Hakuna Matata to you a few times to cheer you up and just for fun but this; he was nervous as he confessed to you. Even asking Sugawara to help him find this song and get the right notes and backing him up. And of course he would do it on valentines and at lunch starting a impromptu flash mob but his eyes were on you the entire time hoping it would impress you and make you his, as rash as he could be. Having you a rose and then just finally trying to make it clear with his bright pink cheeks confessing to you and just becoming a nervous wreck hoping you wouldn’t reject him. 

★ Though as the relationship progressed what did you do? Teach him some basic ASL, and why? So you guys could talk in class without needing to speak out loud, creating a silent language all your own and having many laughs together, though most of the time he just told you that he loved you silently from across the hall before rushing off the practice and Tanaka stole him away. 

★ What would be his perfect date with you? Blanket fort, laptop, Lights and snacks before picking a disney film and just wanting to be close and cuddling you. Even the couch, where he could just hold you, run a hand through your hair and place soft and little butterfly kisses wherever he could reach, gently squeezing you gently which was another silent way of him telling you that he loved you. Bonus points if you did this before you even got together but he would be blind to the feelings at the beginning. 

★ Are you worried about Kiyoko? Well you shouldn’t be! She, yes, was beautiful, but as soon as you both got together he would only have eyes for you knowing the way that he acted around Kiyoko wasn’t appropriate and could sense your jealous eyes just before that fated valentines when he would ask you out which only confirmed to him your feelings towards him. 

★ Don’t be surprised when he suddenly has his phone up and snapping a pictures of you at the most random of times. At first you didn’t think anything of it as after all he wanted memories and pictures of you to show to people that he of everyone could get someone as amazing as you but he then further explained late at night once your curiosity got the better of you after asking why he did so he replied with. 

“You may never know where life might take us after school and I want to try and remember every detail of our time together. I love you and I want to tell any kids we might have in the future if this all works out. -I want one boy and one girl mind you one day- About us growing up and that even if we don’t end up together that these times I have treasured the most because you treat me like an equal. You make me feel special in a way I can’t even describe and I want to remember that special feeling of being special to someone, because there’s just nothing else like it in the world… I hope I make you feel the same way now and if not some day. That I could be that special someone to you.”

[minahraven]

BTS Reaction - Gf tries to carry them to bed

Anonymous said:

Can you do a bts reaction to their girlfriend trying to lift them up to carry them to bed when she sees them sleeping on the couch but she’s too weak to carry them all the way over so she accidentally drops them?

 This one was super tricky, for some reason, but I hope you like it!! 

Min Ah

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You had been working for hours on a new assignment and were starting to feel like your eyes were going to fall out from staring for so long at your computer screen. Turning to look at the clock, you were stunned to see that it was already nearly midnight. You knew you had neglected your boyfriend for the majority of the day, but you couldn’t even bring yourself to think about a movie or making love right now. All you wanted was to get to bed and fall asleep, preferably in your sweetheart’s arms. Little did you know, your work for the day wasn’t quite finished. You shuffled down the hall, yawning widely as you made your way into the living room and stopped abruptly. It seemed you weren’t the one who had tapped out early, as there lay your man, fast asleep on the couch.

A/N - All gifs belong to their respective owners. I’m not smart enough to make them myself :P

Jin

Jin may not have been muscly, but what he lacked in tone, he made up for in sheer mass. It wasn’t that he was overweight, he was just somehow a giant, broad-shouldered and built like a tree. You sighed in resignation as you headed over to the sofa and eyed him, trying to work out your plan of attack. There was only one thing you could think of. Bending down, you crouched beside the sofa and reached across him, rolling him carefully to drape over your shoulder. Stumbling to your feet, you began to make your way to the bedroom, only to feel your legs giving way just inside the doorway, the two of you toppling to the ground with Jin draped across your back. He yelled in shock at the impact and quickly scrambled to his feet, staring at you in disbelief. Holding out a hand to you, he helped you stand, face filling with concern when he saw how exhausted you looked. Immediately, he was the one lifting you, carrying you to the bedroom and laying you on the bed as gently as possible before lying next to you. He pulled you close, wrapping his arms around you and kissing your forehead

“You’re so silly, baby. Why didn’t you wake me? Let’s just go to sleep and tomorrow I’ll make you breakfast in bed, hmm?”

 Jhope

The one thing about Hobi that you were most grateful for right now was his flexibility. It made it infinitely easier to lift him onto your shoulders, his light weight another blessing. You draped him around your neck like a scarf, hoping that you would be able to make it to the bedroom before one hand or the other lost its grip. You made it two steps. Then, all hell broke loose. You felt his hand slipping from yours and tried to grab it again, only to find that the attempt was in vain, as the second you released his hand to get a better grip, it slipped completely. It seemed as though time moved like molasses, Hobi’s body swinging by his ankle in a wide arc around your shoulders. The sudden tightening of your grip on his ankle woke him and he shrieked, struggling to break free and gain his feet. Instead, he broke your grip and went sprawling on the ground, leaving a large footprint on your face from his struggles. Immediately, he was on his feet again, kissing your cheek gently to try and soothe the pain that was causing your eyes to water. Once he realised you were okay, he couldn’t help laughing and pulling you into a tight hug, thanking you for your sweetness but asking that you never try to carry him again.

“Sunshine, you’re not strong enough! Is my girl’s face okay? I’m sorry, I just got scared when I was *snicker* staring at the ground.”

 Suga

It never ceased to amaze you just how easily Yoongi could fall asleep. Despite being half draped over the edge of the couch, his arm trailing on the floor and one leg up over the back cushions, he was clearly out cold. Carefully slipping the remote from his hand, you switched off the tv and eyed him, trying your best to figure out how to carry him. Finally, you decided to simply try for what seemed to be the easiest approach, or at least the least complicated. Bending down, you pulled his legs closed, draping his arms over his chest, and hooked your arms under his legs and back. You took a deep breath and slowly straightened your back, squealing as you overbalanced and toppled backwards, landing with your beloved boyfriend draped awkwardly across you, with your face in a very…compromising position.

The impact woke him up and he looked around in confusion, trying to figure out what had happened. Finally, he realised he was laying on top of something and looked along his body, seeing yours sticking out from under his as you flailed, trying to free yourself. He rolled carefully off you, leaving you gasping for the breath the fabric of his jeans had been blocking, and sat up, helping you up as well and trying not to laugh at your comical expression.

“Next time you want me, just say so. Don’t tackle yourself with my crotch!”

Namjoon

It didn’t really surprise you to see Namjoon lying there, a book spread open on his chest and head bowed, the glasses he claimed to only wear for fashion barely perched on the tip of his nose. He had been passing out nearly every night lately, completely oblivious to the world around him until he woke at last sometime during the night and made the trip to the bed you shared. This time, you weren’t having it. He couldn’t possibly be getting quality rest the way he was lying, and you dreaded what would happen when the exhaustion finally became too much for him. You were still haunted by the last time your beloved had let work occupy all his waking hours, never again wanting to see your usually strong boyfriend breaking down in tears of exhaustion.

Tiptoeing over to him, you carefully eased the glasses from his face and set them on the coffee table, tucking a piece of paper inside his book and placing it beside them for morning. You tenderly brushed the hair from his face, kissing his forehead before looping his arm around your shoulders and attempting to pick him up. It took a few tries, but eventually you were on your feet, Namjoon securely cradled in your arms. Shuffling slowly toward the door, you thought you were home free until your toe caught in the rug. Attempting to loosen it, you shifted your weight to the opposite foot, regretting it immediately as it gave way and you dropped to the ground with an almighty thud, crying out as Namjoon’s full weight crashed down on your arm. Immediately, he was awake, looking around in a panic, only to see the tears streaming down your face and your spare hand cradling the shoulder you had wrenched. In seconds, he had darted to your room, gathering every pillow and soft thing he could find and scurrying out to the living room with it, building a nest on the floor and settling you comfortably in it before joining you, gently stroking the pained shoulder and kissing your forehead.

This right here is why this man is my bias wrecker

“Who needs a bed? I have my girl, my pillows…what more do I need?”

Jimin

You couldn’t help the fond smile as you gazed at your little mochi, flopped over the couch as though he had simply collapsed the moment he arrived home, instead of the hours he had spent watching his favorite shows. He deserved the rest though, and you were glad to see him relaxing for once. The only problem now was how to get him from the couch, which you were sure was going to leave him sore by morning, to the bed. You weren’t exactly weak, but carrying your boyfriend wasn’t really a daily occurrence for you.

After a few minutes of staring at him, trying to figure out the best approach, you decided to simply go for it and try to use the ‘bridal style’ lift everyone always talked about. Hiking him into your arms, you began to stumble toward the bedroom, wobbling this way and that despite your attempts at a straight line. You were halfway down the hallway when you lost your balance, falling against the wall with a thud, both from your shoulder and Jimin’s head. The almighty shout from your boyfriend startled you and you tripped, sending him flying to the floor. He landed in a heap, the impact bringing him to full waking as he stared at you before looking toward the bedroom door, shocked but oddly impressed that you had made it so far. He hadn’t known you were as strong as that, and he found it strangely attractive. Pushing to his feet, he wrapped his arms around you with a smirk, pulling you close and pecking a kiss on the shoulder you had hit on the wall before adding another to your lips.

“My girl’s so strong! Let’s get to bed, baby. I think I owe you for being so sweet.”

Taehyung

You weren’t really that surprised to see Taehyung fast asleep on the couch, one leg draped over the edge and tv remote clutched tightly in his hand. Though he was a ball of energy most of the time, when evening came, it seemed like all he had the strength to do was watch his favorite animes, eat dinner and head to bed. You felt a twinge of sympathy as you watched his chest rise and fall, wishing you could do something to help him more. It seemed like being a bright spark for the group drained him more than most would realise, and you couldn’t help wondering how on earth he did it. The ‘alien’ was always so cheerful, no matter how exhausted he was, almost rivalling Hoseok for the role of the sunshine of the group.

You didn’t want to wake him, knowing how hard it could be for him to get to sleep sometimes once he woke, so you carefully snaked an arm under his back, holding him against your chest as your other arm curved round his legs, his torso wrapped around yours. It wasn’t the easiest of positions for carrying him, but it was the most convenient. However, you failed to consider what a dead weight Tae could be when he was asleep. You had barely taken three steps when your grip began to give way and he slipped straight through your fingers, landing with a crash on the floor. He was awake in a flash, eyes darting around to see what the ‘danger’ was. When he spotted you, looking down at him with a sheepish smile, he groaned, hand moving to his face in mock anger. It only took a moment before he was no longer able to feign disappointment, arms reaching up for you with a grin. Dropping down beside him, you rested your head on his shoulder as he cuddled you close, not caring that he was sitting on the floor, only wanting to be close to his baby.

“Why on earth do I put up with you? You’re too cute for your own good.”

Jungkook

Jungkook’s love for his job came at a price. On his rare days off, it wasn’t unusual to find him asleep in whatever position he had found himself most comfortable, and today was no different. On his stomach, with his legs half on the floor, he didn’t look remotely comfortable, but the snores resonating around the room seemed to indicate otherwise. You weren’t at all sure how to get him to bed, considering he was pure muscle and therefore a lot heavier than the usual bundles you had to carry, but you had to try.

Hooking an arm under his waist, you carefully maneuvered him until you had his body arced over your shoulder and put all your strength into lifting him. It took a few attempts, but eventually you had a relatively safe balance, leaning your weight to one side so that you could adjust your centre of gravity to compensate for the extra weight on the other. Beginning to take one shaky step after another, you felt yourself off-balancing, speed picking up as you stumbled forward. You were falling, that much was sure, and if you weren’t careful, Jungkook would be landing headfirst. Shifting your weight, you managed to twist as you fell, so that you hit the ground first. With a pained yelp, you curled into a ball, letting Jungkook tumble to the ground beside you as you nursed the hip that had taken the weight of both of you. Even with the sound and the impact, it took a few seconds for Jungkook to wake, looking around sleepily in confusion before spotting you beside him. He quickly sat up, rubbing his eyes, and looked you over, easily working out what had happened. With a soft chuckle, he picked you up as if you weighed no more than a feather and carried you the rest of the way to the bedroom, setting you on the bed and massaging your injured hip gently to try and ease the pain.

“I’m so sorry I fell asleep. You should have just woken me, instead of risking hurting yourself like that.”

[mint-kook]

Fading In

You stare at yourself in the mirror. “I can do this.”

The doorbell rings. “Or can I?” You mutter.

You hear your mother open the door. “She’s in her room. Have fun!” Her cheerful voice echoes through the hall as you hear his footsteps coming closer.

“Hey Y/N. You ready?”

You look at him. “Yup. Come on, Taehyung.”

Both of you step out the front door and you lead him to your destination.

You and Tae had been friends for many years, and somewhere along the line you fell for him. His personality and outgoing attitude, the way he notices all the little things about people and gets attached easily.

But you know loving him would hurt him, because a time will come when you have to say goodbye. It would crush him.

After months of debating, you decided to let him go. Fade out of his life, make it easier. So when he asled if you could hang out at your favourite spot, you were surprised.

You said yes, and here you both are.

You stop walking once you reach the grassy field, one you and Tae would play in as kids and cloudgaze on sunny afternoons.

Right now the sky is dark with a few stars barely visible, gleaming in the early night. You both lie down.

“Isn’t the sky pretty?” He says. “We should come here at night more often.”

“Yeah.”

You trace arbitrary patterns in the stars with your eyes, taking in the comfortable silence.

“Well you aren’t saying much today.”

You sigh. “I guess I have too much on my mind.”

“You want to know what I’m thinking?” He asks, turning his head to face you. “Remember that day a couple of years ago, we were walking home in the rain after school?”

“The day we forgot our umbrellas and it poured?”

“Yeah. I’m thinking of your smile that day.”

You giggle. You were dancing in the rain all silly, soaking wet, singing and splashing puddles while Tae watched you from the side.

“I haven’t seen you really smile like that in a while.” He quietly adds. “You’re quieter, less…like you. Less adventurous and excited.”

You turn your head. “Tae.” You mumble softly.

“Did I do something wrong, Y/N? We’re not as close as before. We’re drifting.” His eyes are closed, a slightly pained expression shadowing his facial features. It breaks your heart.

“No. Not you. You did nothing wrong.” You take a breath. “I love having you in my life Taehyung. It’s just…” You trail off, unsure. “You make me really happy, and I want you to be happy, but if you stick around with me, I’ll end up hurting you.” Talking takes effort now, your voice unsteady. You try to compose yourself

“Why would you hurt me? I don’t get it.” He opens his eyes to look at you.

“I’m sick.”

You eyes sting with tears as his eyes widen.

“Sick?” He asks in disbelief.

You nod. “ I won’t be around for as long as you think I will, Tae. It’s been a while.”

You close your eyes before your emotions can spill out of them. “You can’t be. You, you’re Y/N. My best friend. I can’t lose you.” You feel his hand touch your loose short hair, splayed out on the ground.

“How long did you know?” He questions. “A year. It went away and came back, and treatments aren’t working for me anymore.” You sit up, gazing at the stars, looking away from him. A few tears escape your eyes. “I didn’t want you to know. I wanted us to just drift apart and it would have been better. You’d be a bit sad but it wouldn’t hurt as much.”

He sits up beside you and cups your face, forcing you to make eye contact. Your eyes meet his teary ones. “You thought I’d be better off with you fading out of my life? Y/N, if you told me you were sick earlier I would have made this year the best of your life. You can’t just handle it all by yourself. I don’t care how long you have, we’ll make the most of it.” He hugs you.

“What hurts is that you didn’t tell me. You could have died, and I wouldn’t have had the chance to tell you I love you.” He whispers. At his words you start crying.

“I’m in love with you Y/N, and you’re sick.” His voice breaks. You pull away.

“I’m in love with you and I’m sick.” You say. “I don’t know what to do.”

Taehyung blinks, and a tear rolls down his cheek. You’ve rarely seen him cry, and it only brings more tears to your eyes. “You should know love in your life. Let’s be together. Let’s make however long you have worthwhile. I want you to be yourself. To smile.”

You rub your eyes. “Are you willing to spend eight months with me just to hurt in the end?”

“Eight months, huh.” He leans forward and gently kisses your forehead, making you smile. “You’re worth it, Y/N.”

He turns away, wiping his eyes. “Ah, just the thought of losing you makes me cry. No wonder you tried to avoid telling me.” He sniffles. You give him some space and look at your surroundings for a change.

“We really should come here at night. It’s soothing.” You glance back at your best friend and your eyes lock.

“Can I kiss you?” He solemly whispers.

“Yes.” A small grin tugs at the corners of your mouth. You put your forehead to his. “You can.”

As your lips meet his, all the things on your mind disappear. All you feel is joy. No sadness, no worry.

The kiss is perfect.

You both pull away, breathless, grinning. “Best first kiss ever.” You state. He laughs. “You’ll get a lot more of those in the next few months.”

[the-undertale-mouse]

Handplates: Tempus CH 1

    Handplates is a really cool if dark take on the Papyrus/Sans/Gaster origin story by @zarla-s and if you haven’t seen it already, I highly recommend it. This is a spin off of that in which a human enters their lives. This takes place some time before Justice falls. Tempus(Patience) would be the fifth soul. Some things may be inaccurate, but please be patient with me. I just need to get it out of my head and I need some feedback. I am reposting some chapters because I have revised a few things for greater accuracy. ~Miamouse

Chapter 1 Contact

* * *

    “Say hi to King Fluffy Buns for me. Us war survivors got to stick together.  Maybe we should have a cards night or-,” Gerson said as Gaster paid for his groceries.

    “I’m sorry, I have a very tight schedule,” Gaster said, cutting the conversation short. Not that he didn’t appreciate everything the ‘hammer of justice’ did in his time, but the old war vet had a tendency to ramble, and Gaster really did have a schedule to keep. Any time away from the lab not working was time wasted to Gaster, except he still needed to go out every now and then to buy food.

    “Don’t be such a stranger,” Gerson called.

    Gaster took his leave and started back along the road to hotland, taking special care to avoid the nonsensical beings dubbed ‘tems.’ he just didn’t have the time to deal with the silly creatures. He made it safely past them without an encounter and sighed with relief as he stepped into the darkening lantern room. He could use his one functioning eye socket to glow and show him the path, but he didn’t bother. He knew the path so well, he didn’t strictly need to see. Not many monsters came this way, it was too dark and depressing. He liked this room, it was peaceful and solitary. He did not expect someone to bump into him. He did not expect to drop half the groceries he just bought. Most of all, he did not expect them to be human. But it happened anyway.

    Panic flooded his chest cavity, despite its words of apology and concern directed towards him. A human? Here, now? Right in front of him? What to do? He had confidence he could easily capture it and bring it to the king, as was protocol, but he couldn’t stand the thought of the look in the king’s eyes after he killed yet another human. He could kill the human himself and bring the soul to the king. It would be no trouble. By the look of it, this one was a chil- not yet full grown. Weak. Inexperienced.  He would just say he found the soul like that. Tragic for the human, good for the monsters. How long could it last in the underground anyway? He was surprised it made it this far. He was doing it a favor, cutting its misery short.

    He shifted into ‘fight mode’ turning its soul dark blue from the get-go. This would be over with soon, if he worked straight through lunch, he could be back on schedule. It wasn’t anything he wasn’t used to.

* * *

    Tempus accepted that her apologies didn’t work the moment her soul became heavy and the skeleton across from her started sending bone-shaped bullets her way. The increased gravity made it difficult, but she was very good at detecting patterns and timing her movements just right. She managed to avoid all of his intricate waves of bones with the least amount of energy possible. She was able to catch a breather and “check his stats.” She did this with everyone who chose to fight her in order to understand them a little better and find a way to appease them.

    “Wing Dings Gaster. LV 4. Hurt some people on purpose. That’s probably bad. Though maybe some of it was in self-defense or something. I don’t know, I wasn’t there. HP 2000/2000 AT 36 DF 36. Royal Scientist obsessed with breaking the barrier.” Tempus gulped. Even if she didn’t lose her cute ribbon, he could kill her in easily (she was weak for a human, she only had 10 HP.) If she could negotiate a solution, she would always try that first. She had to think fast as she dodged the next, trickier volley of bones.

* * *

    The human was exceptionally skilled at dodging. Gaster would have been impressed if it weren’t so annoying. It was just making the battle drag out longer. Between the volleys of bones, the human attempted to reason with him. Its efforts were fruitless. He just tuned it out. Nothing it said mattered. They needed its soul for the barrier. There was no discussing it. Gaster did not indulge it with replies, it probably wouldn’t understand his language anyway, and he doubted it knew how to read his hands. Talking to it would be pointless, and he did not like to do anything pointless.

   He was, however, intrigued that it wielded no physical weapon. This was odd for humans since most of them could not wield magic. On the off chance it could use magic, why didn’t it? It was in very real danger and did not defend itself besides dodging and expelling useless chatter. Perhaps it was luring him into a false sense of security. Its soul signature was patience after all. It could be waiting for the right moment to strike, for all he knew. As he was thinking that, the human changed tact, but not in the way he expected.

* * *

    Tempus had four different logical actions she could use on Gaster: reason, plead,  threaten and joke. In addition to actions, she could manifest magical versions of her toy knife to attack him. She dropped the real one back in the ruins when she promised herself she wouldn’t use it to hurt anyone. With magic, you could manipulate it so that the person on the receiving end could be left with 1 hp, no matter how many times you hit, but that was her most desperate move. More desperate than attempting to actually spare him or run away, both of which would be very desperate indeed, considering his strength. She was getting to that point of desperation though.

    She tried pleading and reasoning several times, hoping to wear him down, but to no effect, since he didn’t seem to be listening. Maybe he was deaf. An idea occurred to her: perhaps he wasn’t ignoring her, perhaps he actually couldn’t hear her pleas. He didn’t have ears after all. There was no guarantee he understood ASL, but it had a better chance of success than sparing him. She gave it a shot, thanking her stars she knew sign language since she was little.

  “Please stop. I’m not going to try to leave the underground. I don’t want to hurt you or your king. I know you need my soul for the barrier, but you don’t have enough anyway. Can’t I stay in peace, at least until the last two humans fall?” She had studied the plaques on the walls carefully, in an attempt to understand the history here. She knew they needed the equivalent of 7 human souls to be free. A member of the Royal Guard informed her that her soul would be the fifth in their collection, right before they threw a spear at her. Tempus made a split second decision to run for it and she ran all the way back to the darkening lantern room and right into this guy. 

* * *

    Once again, this human surprised Gaster, this time by speaking in hands; a highly unusual trait, even among monsters. He was so stunned, he forgot to ignore what it was saying. ‘It made a good argument,’ he begrudgingly acknowledged. That didn’t mean it wasn’t lying about being a pacifist. True, it didn’t have any LV or EXP but, who’s to say it would never gain some? No matter what it said, he couldn’t let it roam free. Humans were far too dangerous and unpredictable. But perhaps it didn’t have to be killed yet. If it’s power could be harnessed, then maybe freedom was closer than it seemed. Plans formed in his head for how to get and use that power. The possibilities it presented were endless. It would almost be a waste to kill it so soon.

* * *

    Gaster considered for a moment then said both out loud and with his hands, “If I let you live, will you come quietly?”

    Tempus did not like the idea of a scientist with an LV of 4 taking her captive, but what choice did she have? “Yes. I’ll come quietly.” she signed and spoke. The battle ended. 0 EXP and 0 G gained.

    “Oh, I can hear you just fine. I was just ignoring you earlier.” Gaster said bluntly.

   She had a feeling this was the case, though she had hoped better of him. “You don’t have to sign for me either. My hearing is just fine.”

   He paused and looked at her with an unreadable expression on his face. “Really now, you can understand me?” he spoke out loud only, not using his hands to sign. His tone was colored in disbelief as if he highly doubted a human like her could know what he was saying.

   Tempus had no clue what he was implying. He did have a bit of an accent, but it was nothing crazy. “Yes, I can understand you. We’re speaking the same language, aren’t we?”

    “Indeed. But for now, I would rather you didn’t speak unless spoken to until we get back to the lab. You did agree to come quietly.” Tempus decided to obey him, for now. She was patient. She would follow along, do as he said...at least until she figured something out.

* * *

     As they walked on in silence, Gaster’s mind was buzzing.  ‘The human, hereby referred to as ‘subject 3’ or ‘3-T’ diverges from the norm in several notable ways. First, it understands me, signs or no signs, furthermore, it is capable of using the signs itself. Second, it speaks in a font differing from the norm: ‘Tempus’ hence the ‘T’ in ‘3-T.’ Third, it chooses to wield no physical weapon though it may be in possession of magical ability, a rarity among humans. That is yet to be seen, but upon further inspection, it is noted subject 3 possess a certain aura and frailty unusual to its kind. This aura and frailty are reminiscent of the wizards who sealed us away nearly 1000 years ago. I’d be nostalgic if I didn’t still have the emotional scars. Last, Subject 3 is adept at timing its dodges perfectly. I suspect it has something to do with their soul signature ‘patience.’ All these things ought to be looked into and studied. Subject 3 is lucky to have piqued my interest so thoroughly...or maybe unlucky. It’s too late either way.’

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