#oh boy. and i dont even have anything to snack on. nor do i have a punching bag bc sometimes onr juest needs to get out physical anger.

[evanthefunky]

Hmm. How does one convey a scream of anger via text.

[silverzoomies]

silverzoomiezzz hi hi i was eating my cloudberry ice cream and i dont know why i start to think about peter and then i think about you. and i have a question for you. what do you think peter’s fav snacks that he would save it for you because he wanted you to enjoy and love it as much as he does? this is so silly lol but anyway have a great summer <3

💗oh my gosh, hello anon sweetie !! i'm sorry for answering so late !! i hope your summer has been nice !! it's been pretty decent here, aside from the lame ass humidity.🔥🫠🔥

i'm so honored you would think of me, after thinking of our beloved speedy boy. 💗honestly, i take that as such a huge compliment !!

⚡snacks i think peter maximoff would like (he hoards them, cuz he's the snack hoarding type. ty dofp 💗):

⚡in canon, he hoards hostess snack cakes. specifically the chocolatey, cream-filled kind ⚡and twinkies. dude's got twinkies for two movies in a row ⚡like it's no wonder people assume he's a twinkie fiend ⚡we also see him with so much pepsi and mtn dew ⚡and i know it's just product placement obvi. but he does seem like a mtn dew guy, right? i bet he'd love baja blast. code red too ⚡dk if this counts as a snack, but he'd probably love taco bell. i mean, it's fast. it's cheap. it's addictive. it's easy to indulge in. mans would quote those old taco bell commercials with the chihuahua ⚡sour candy. all of it. gummy worms, airhead x-tremes, sour twists, sour patch kids. tell me i'm wrong. i'm not ⚡he'd make a mess with some fun dip, lemme tell ya ⚡any candy they used to give out on halloween? he'd be addicted to all that shit. he'd love sugary junk. he constantly needs his fix. laffy taffy, nerds, now and laters, skittles, pop rocks, m&m's - you name it, he's into it ⚡imagine the dorito fingers, anon. the cheeto fingers. the takis fingers. do y'all think he'd be more into regular cheetos, or hot cheetos? he reads as a hot cheetos guy to me ⚡he'd slam some icees. slurpees. any kinda syrupy, frozen drink. he mixes all the flavors, sucks it down, and feels no brain freeze ⚡if you took him to carnivals, boardwalks, or amusement parks; he'd put the funnel cake stands out of business ⚡sweets are his kryptonite, really ⚡i personally like to imagine he knows his fair share of international snacks too. since he can zip around the world in a blink. taiyaki. baklava. conchas. tres leches. pirozhki. european chocolate. any and all kinds of street food. he knows all the best 7-eleven instant ramen - and the best toppings for 'em too ⚡i think he'd also go hog wild over a really good steak, y'know? or some barbecue. some ribs. some brisket. all the shmeats !!

⚡snacks i think peter maximoff would save, just so he could share them with you💗:

⚡he wouldn't ⚡correction: he couldn't ⚡c'mon, do you honestly think he'd have the self control? ⚡you're asking him to do the impossible ⚡see, anon, he'd think about saving a yummy treat for you ⚡keyword being think ⚡like, just as he starts to realize he's crushing on you big time ⚡he's guzzling something tasty, when he has the thought: hey...wait a sec! you'd probably really like this!! ⚡but a second later, the treat's already gone. devoured in an instant. whoops! oh well!! ⚡he's just way too impulsive to save anything ⚡like it would have to be out of sight, out of mind ⚡or you'd have to pick from his own, secret stash ⚡because otherwise, he can't hold himself back. he'll gorge any snacks in the nearest vicinity ⚡he'd legit have to wait 'til you were both together. in that moment. if you had a few minutes. he'd be like, "hey. babe. babe. babe. babe. i got somethin' i wanna show you." ⚡he speeds you away for some mind-blowingly good street food, in some country you've never been to, nor heard of ⚡even on valentine's day. he has to snag you one of those heart-shaped boxes of chocolates last minute ⚡that, or he has to hide it from himself. if he doesn't, he'll be lookin' down at an empty box - chocolate all over the corners of his mouth - like "ah, shit."

[ravers8fantasy]

The convo in coment section inspored me. Could you please write some headcanons about how the other boxers reacted to Don's new emo look? Please I need to see him ridiculed by the more mean ones😭. Also im to lazy to come up with headcanons myself-

Im so sorry it took me longer that usual to do this 😭 my motivation is coming back to me, trust we are slowly gonna be so fucking back

If there are any spelling mistakes or just mistakes in general, im so sorry

Anyway lets gooooooooooo ( •̀ᄇ• ́)ﻭ✧

Reactions to Don going dark mode:

Glass Joe:

Didnt think much of it at first, until he saw Don redying his toupee in a sink using temporary dye which is when he realised "mon dieu is this guy serious?"

Is a little concerned, because Don just looks upset 24/7 (his eyeliner keeps smudging so he looks tired)

However, he is just letting Don do his own thing since he seems pretty happy with himself

Von Kaiser:

Since being the oldest member of the WBVA means he has seen fuck all go down, Dons sudden cosmetic change was just kinda there, Kaiser didnt mind it nor did he really care💀

Told Don to get better fucking eyeliner because his kept smudging and it was annoying Kaiser

Thinks Don is just going through a phase so he is letting him brood it out until it washes over

Disco kid:

Thought Don was being silly and laughed at him. He got yelled at and realised he was in fact NOT joking

Got worried because he thought Don was going to stay like that forever

Told Don about hot topic because he genuinely didnt know what else to say to his emo ass

King hippo:

King kinda gave 0 fucks, saw Don and offered him some snacks since his rbf lwk ruining the vibes

Didnt really react, just kinda groaned and walked away

Has no idea what emo is, just think Don looks moody but then again King doesnt really care

Piston hondo:

Didnt know wether to laugh or cry, he always knew Don was dramatic and sensetive but he never would of thought he would end up emo

asked him what was wrong like a good person... But secretly couldn't take him seriously

Had to consult the others in the major circuit to discuss (gossip) about the phenomenon (don)

Bear hugger:

Thought Don was just changing up his look for a fresh start

"hey pal! I like your new look"

"no you dont... Dont lie to me, my heart has already gone through enough pain..."

"....what? your heart hurts! Have you been to a doctor?"

Was really curious about this whole 'emo' style so he kept asking the others about it

Was the most confused during the emergency meeting Hondo held because he just thought Don was being Don (dramatic)

Great tiger:

He says he isnt a hater buuuut, sometimes he lets it slide, in this case when he saw Don he couldnt help but raise an eyebrow

Was trying to show concern to Don, but mid scentence he ended up cracking and lost it, bro started giggling in his face

Is not taking Don seriously, if anything he is trying to persuade him to go back to himself before

Aran ryan:

Did a double take, said "what the feck", and started cackling at Don brooding in the corner of the locker room

Realised halfway through flaming him that his hair was dyed darker, that only added fuel to the fire.

Now he gets called 'rosie posie' even more by the little shit since it counters his 'mysterious' exterior. Dont worry, Aran eventually got bored ofmaking fun of him. that changed when he saw his goofy ahh '6'5 mysterious alpha' stance in the ring

Soda popinski:

Thought Don was in mourning and suggested he should take a break.

Got told by Hondo he was 'emo' and Soda was just like oh ok im gonna take the piss out of him now!!!

Kept annoying Don by asking him to sing my chemical romance or fall out boy, to which Don obviously said hecks naw to

Bald bull:

Took one good look at Don and felt greatful he wasnt in the major circuit because to bull, Don gen looked like some sad moody teenager

Just avoided him because the last thing Bull wanted was a 6'1, 23 year old spaniard complaining about how dark his soul is or smth

Obviously, once yknow over coming the uh 'shock?' of seeing Don all emofied he stopped avoiding him but yeah. Bulk found it strange

Super macho man:

Said something along the lines of 'rock on crazy dude- black isnt your colour.'

Kept trying to make him confess if it was the little mac toupee incident or the rumored break up which made him go emo

joked and told Don to buy fishnet leggings (promptly got punched in the face afterwards by Don)

(btw, carmen and don are endgame dont even play with me rn /lh)

Sandman:

Saw him, turned around and left because he honestly was speechless and not in a 'oh!" way but more like an oh Wait what the fuck was that way-

Like Kaiser, he also told Don to use better eyeliner. He also told Don not to use so much other wise he will have severe panda eyes by the end of a match

Just didnt have alot to say about it really😭

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This was alot of fun to write about!! Again sorry it took longer than usual, school has been kicking me up the arse 😭😭thanks for the ask! BRING BACK GUYLINER. 🗣️🗣️🗣️

[i-write-things]

Obey Me! NB boys: Who would most willingly have kids

(Note: NONE of them would ever pressure you into having kids. I'm saying this now so I don't have to repeat it every time.)

1.Beelzebub:

Any surprise here? I can't remember where I saw it, but I do remember seeing somewhere he said he'd love to start a family. If you don't ask him about kids, he might ask you, first. He'd be a great dad, too. He'd be calm, supportive, and his kids would always be well fed and have plenty of exercise. They'd grow up big and strong like him! :) He'd also do that thing when they're little (and when theyre grown, too) where He'd use them as weights to lift up while he does push ups. He'd also carry them on his back everywhere. If it's a baby, he'd be a little tired of having to get up every night to calm their screams, but he'd get used to it because he makes himself a deal: he'll just get a snack every time the baby cries at night. Speaking of if it's a baby, he'd be afraid he'd crush it at first, and refuse to hold them. But once he finally holds them, he refuses to let any stranger hold them. His biggest fear is his child not being safe. Protective Beel! Oh, and they'd get a LOT of visits from uncle Belphie.

2.Mammon

Ok, here me out- he'd essentially be Bandit from Bluey (Dont ask). He'd make sure his kids are clever and he'd most certainly teach them to gamble from a young age, and how to cheat. He'd be very over protective, but also really fun. His worst nightmare is his kids growing up to hate him. He'll never admit it, but he stops cheating so much to earn money. While he wants his kids to grow up learning how to make quick cash, deep down, he just wants them to be good kids. So he also tries to set a good example and work for his money. All his brothers are shocked, and they'll tease him for it. And of course, Mammon being Mammon, will deny deny deny! The brother that baby sits the most for him is probably Lucifer, actually. (He doesn't trust Mammon at first. Jk, he trusts Mammon a lot with this, actually.... mostly)

3. Satan

You may be thinking, 'Pen, you're absolutely stupid and don't know anything about OM!, nor how to write in character', and you may be right, but let me cook!

You see, Satan at first isn't too keen on the idea of a child. All they do is scream and cry shit themselves and eat then cry some more. And when they're a teenager, they'll just sass him. And he does NOT like the idea of that. But all you have to do is appeal. Example:

Tell him to imagine the following: A 4 or 5, maybe even 6 year old boy or girl that's a mini version of him. Running around the house of lamentation, screaming curses about Lucifer, who can't do anything because they're a child who doesn't know any better. They'd be able to get away with anything and he could use that to his advantage. Now he's hooked, and he'll think about it, but despite his hate for poor Luci, he's still aware that it's a lot of responsibility. Which is why you have to reassure him that that's why you'll raise the baby together. Plus, imagine taking the child to the library, reading to them. They get to develop their own personality. Which is when teenhood becomes fun, because it's not about the sass, it's about the fun personality they've developed.

His biggest fear for his child is his child becoming like him. He doesn't want that. He'd prefer his child become like Lucifer than to see himself in his child (though not by a lot) Oh, and he trusts Asmo enough to be super gentle with the child. (Mostly because he threatened to kill Asmo if the baby is hurt) but also because he knows that the baby would be in gentle hands!

4. Lucifer

Lucifer isn't so quick to agree for 2 reasons.

He's always busy, what if he ends up neglecting the child in favor of work? And then you'll end up taking care of the child in its most vital years to have both parents present (though every year is vital to have both parents present). Of course, you'll just reassure him that Diavolo would give him some leave time in favor of raising the baby, and the brothers would help with his work load in the meantime.

2. Ok, but what about his brothers? That's the thing, he feels like he's already a father of 6. He won't be able to look after them as much because a baby is far too much time. They'll be running loose like chickens without heads in no time. You'll have to tell him he'll just have to have faith in his brothers. At first, he scoffs at the idea. But...he thinks about it. And the more he does, the more he agrees. Finally, he'll take you out somewhere private to tell you that he agrees. He wants to have a baby.

His worst fear is his child not feeling like he was present in his life. He already knows what it's like to have someone related to you hate youSatan, so it would be nothing new to him, though it would still hurt. Yet, his worst fear is his child growing up feeling like he was never there for his them. This will result in him constantly switching his attention time during teenage years from super clingy because he wants to be present, to a little distant because he doesn't want to come off as clingy. You better bring it to his attention and help him find a happy medium before your child starts to resent him for this. Oh, and the brother he trusts most to look after his kid is Mammon. This may sound stupid, but we all know Mammon would at least keep the kid alive. (Like Satan, he'll tear Mammon limb from limb if otherwise) but if Mammon isn't present, he'll ask Satan. Though, he can't be surprised if Satan has taught his child how to say 'fuck Lucifer' as one of their first phrases.

5. Asmodeus

Like Satan, he doesn't really want a child for the same reasons. They just cry, they take a lot of time, he won't be able to get his beauty sleep at night, ect. Also like Satan, you'll just have to appeal. Imagine all the cute family photos he can take! Plus, wouldn't the child be beautiful? 'Oh, but what about when they grow up and go through some weird emo phase?' Well, you guys will just have to accept them for that. And when (if) they grow out of the phase, y'all can continue to support them and then finally take family pictures again. And if they never grow out of the goth phase, you'll just have another Belphie. He laughs, and is a little more calm. It takes maybe some few months before he brings up the idea, saying that he thinks he's ready. His biggest fear is his child growing up unloved by their peers, so he tries to dress them up pretty all the time. You might have to remind him to let the child explore their own style for a bit, and he'll reluctantly agree at first, then be very willing later on. He doesn't want people to see his child as anything but pretty, but understands how important it is for the child to have their own style and feel supported for it. But he's keeping all them embarrassing baby photos. And he's definitely showing them off to his child's romantic partner (if they're not aro/ace). The brother he trusts the most to handle his child is Lucifer. He knows the child will be safe. He would pick Satan, but....y'know.

6. Leviathan

For obvious reasons, at first it's a no. He won't be able to play games as much, the baby will always be crying, ect. But you'll have to remind him that it's a team effort, and he won't be the only one taking care of the child. Plus, once the baby grows up, he'll always have someone to play games with. To which he responds they might not like games. You can counter that if they're constantly surrounded by games, they'll become a familiar source of comfort, and they'll likely love games. Same for any cartoon or anime he makes them watch. He'll give you plenty of excuses, but they're all bullshit. His biggest reason(and secret) is he thinks he'll be a horrible, embarrassment of a father. His child won't think he's cool, and might even get bullied a lot. I mean, imagine having some lame Otaku for a father. Sad, right? But just tell him that his child will love him because he's their father, and no matter what, they'll be proud to call him dad, just like you'll be proud to call him their dad. He tears up afterwards, and maybe a while later, he'll shyly approach you and tell you he's ready. He'll pay less attention to video games and anime for a while, but when he gets a break, if he's not sleeping, he's catching up on all the anime. His worst fear is his child becoming lonely like him. So he makes sure the child grows up with a pet of some kind. That way, they'll learn to be social. Oh, and if it's a boy, he'll try his damndest to name him Henry, and if it's a girl, Hana and/or Yuri. The brother he trusts the most is also Lucifer. He would say Beel, but he doesn't want him to eat his child (Beel would never), and he would say Asmo, but he doesn't want to receive an Asmo Jr. Oh, and Mammon isn't allowed near the child.

7. Belphagore

Last, and least surprisingly, Belphie. A child is wayyyyyyy too much responsibility for little old him. Plus, they cry all the time, he wouldn't be able to sleep. I'm not sure if you really could convince him to have a baby. If you did, it would be years in advance before he would agree. I think the best route is to just prove to him that the responsibility will be shared (and worth it), and he could still get sleep from time to time. Which would help. But if y'all ever do have a baby, he'll slack off a lot. You'll probably get into a couple of arguments because you'll be doing most of the work in toddler and infant years. (Most likely to get divorced over the child if y'all are married. Not saying it will happen, though. Just most likely out of the brothers.) Eventually, after ranting to Beel, he'll realize he has been a shit father at first. To the child, and to you. (Thank Beel for getting through to him). Like Beel, his worst fear is his kids not being safe. He really doesn't care how they turn out as long as they're happy and healthy. After he finally starts taking initiative as a parent, he becomes over protective. If its a girl, he sees Lilith in her, and he wont let her go. Obviously, he trusts Beel the most with his kids.

[om-headcanon]

☆ mc catching the obey me brothers crying

i believe its fair to assume mc has seen at least one of the boys cry. here is what i believe happened. (if you want me to do undateables, let me know! tw for low self worth, panic attacks, and survivors guilt/death mentions)

lucifer

without a doubt the most embarassed to be caught crying

he had just gotten into an argument with diavolo, and he questions his importance in diavolos life

he goes into the study to get some extra work done late at night to reassure himself he is useful

with all of the stress from the situation at hand and some stress from supporting the family on his back, he cant help but shed a few tears

all he wants to do is keep those around him happy and healthy... and it tears him apart when he cant

if i cant make the ones i love happy then... what can i do...

he doesnt notice your presence, as he has hands over his eyes and is breathing slowly in order to relax himself

you call out his name softly to get his attention

lucy jumps and tries wiping his eyes and playing it off as if he was never crying

you walk closer to him and he keeps inquiring if theres anything you need

you dont say anything, you just place your arms around him and hold him in a tight embrace

and he starts crying again on your shoulder... harder, this time. holding you tighter and closer in the embrace

because of his pride, its hard for him to admit what he needs the most: someone to show they care for him

mammon

mammon is the type to not cry often but when he does, its a lot

while his brothers dont really have bad intentions, the daily degradation they execute against mammon really gets to him

he can only put up his confident front for so long, and not long after a fight with asmo, it recedes

he lay on his bed sobbing heavily into a pillow to muffle the sound for nearly a full hour

his mind cant help but insist all the words his siblings tell him are true... and he wishes more than anything that you were there to tell him they werent

he looks up to the door every once in a while with blurry vision, mind convincing him theyre at the door, but you not being there makes him cry even harder

maybe they just think the same as the rest of my brothers

he hears the doorknob, but convinces himself its his mind again. ironically enough, this makes him cry even harder

except its actually you this time

you run over to his bed to sit down next to him and rub his back reassuringly, asking if hes alright

he jolts up, shocked youre actually here. he closes his mind and smiles sadly with a tear stained face

he pulls you into an embrace and whispers a soft thank you... your presence helps him more than you will ever know

you hold him for a few minutes and tell him how awesome the Great Mammon really is

leviathan

its been a long stressful day at rad, and he cant help but overthink every single action he has made

every single glance hes made, every single word hes said ... just everything

most days he would resort to playing a game or watching an anime he loves in attempt to distract himself, but other days its not that easy

he starts spiraling, thinking of not only everything hes done that day, but actions hes done in the past too

eventually hes past the point of no return, and starts having a panic attack

levi cant seem to catch his breath and with the thoughts still rushing through his head at full speed, he cant attempt to calm himself down

he envies those who dont feel the way he does right now because god, what he would do to not feel like this

you were just wondering why your gaming buddy hasnt come looking for you so naturally, you go to him

you knock on his door waiting for him to ask you for the entry code... but theres no response

you enter and are quite shocked to see levi shaking on his bed

this is familiar to you... whether youve had to guide a friend through a panic attack or have been through one yourself, you know what to do

you reassure him this will all pass and knowing how hard school is for him, you tell him he did well today

you get him to regulate his breathing and gain some composure

hes embarassed you had to see him like that... but he lets you know hes so thankful that you came to help him

satan

he just wants to be his own person but with how his life was set for him, its almost as if thats a tall order

its very rare he cries from happiness or anything like that, but sometimes he gets so sad that he gets angry... and then he cries a lot

no one dares to go near him like that

and that hurts him too... that nobody could or would ever dare to console him because they fear what hed do to them

he acknowledges this is a justified fear as he is after all the representation of wrath itself, but it still hurts nonetheless

belphie decided to poke fun and tease satan reminding him of how hes lucifers shadow

he didnt take it well... and retreated to his room to handle his emotions

he knew his family didnt want anything to do with him while he was angry... and that made him feel like a burden

but he grew used to everyone expecting he handle his emotions himself even if every once in a while he desired some reassurance

satan sat in a corner of his room crying to himself waiting for this to pass because he didnt believe anyone else would care to check on him

but you were curious as to why he wasnt in his usual 4 pm reading spot, so you decided to check his room

he was just sat completely still staring into the distance while tears fell down his face

he didnt even notice your presence until you sat down next to him

you didnt want to pry, so you just asked if he wanted to talk about it

he shook his head, laid on your shoulder, and just said “this is all i need”

asmodeus

ahh... while self love is so easy for him, self value isnt

its easy for him to believe people want to be around him solely with lustful intent rather than because they genuinely love him

he doesnt really believe anyone could ever love him

so he overcompensates through self love because he believes hes the only person who could ever love him

hes great at hiding it but sometimes, this gets to him... especially after some quick encounters with others at the fall

he thinks maybe there is no depth to him.. maybe i really am just a pretty face and nothing else

asmo cries pretty often, but he only lets people see him cry when its over something material (ie, he couldnt get a new bag hes been wanting for weeks)

he cries quietly too in effort to make sure nobody sees him

he seemed to have forgetten that you two were planning to go shopping today so you went to his room to see if he was ready

you werent expecting to see him rolled over in bed softly crying to himself

you startled him when you said his name

“oh, mc, i didnt see you there!” he chuckles lightly to himself in effort to change the mood of the atmosphere as he wipes his eyes

you ask if hes okay and his sad smile falls slightly

he asks you if you genuinely think he could ever be lovable

your heart breaks a little knowing that he even has a moment of self doubt, but you reassure him that hes a lovable person inside and out

you hug him tightly while another tear falls down his face

you two decide shopping is best for another day... for now, you just want to talk and do facials

beelzebub

beel loves his family a lot

more than he loves food (also a lot)

he hates conflict between them and would do absolutely anything to avoid it

what he hates the most about himself is how hungry he gets... hes aware its poorly timed but theres really nothing he can do about it

but the feeling hes being an inconvenience to those he loves hurts him

beel is great at smiling as often as possible, but if theres any tension between the family, he wont stop crying until its resolved

once he was so hungry it wasnt possible to control himself and he ended up going on a rampage

he earned scolds from lucifer, mammon, and satan for this

it tore him apart knowing that he had caused his family trouble for even a second and he started crying because of the guilt

he couldnt even find enough energy to make it back to his room, so he just sat in the kitchen with tears on his face

you had decided to go to the kitchen to get a snack when you saw him

he apologized for being in the kitchen and offered to move if you wanted his seat, but you declined

beel didnt even bother wiping the tears from his eyes... he wore them like they were a punishment for his own behavior

when you asked him what was wrong, all he said was that he was a bad brother

you tried to tell him otherwise, but then he went into detail about the situation and how all he does is cause the family distress

you told him that isnt true at all and he continues to bring light and happiness to all those around him

hearing that his brothers will come around and know he meant no harm is all he needed to hear

“thank you, mc... i feel less hungry when im with you”

belphie

he has lots of survivors guilt

its been millenia but he still wishes that it was him instead of lilith

because of this he cries quite often, but never in front of anyone other than beel

this feeling that lilith and him should have traded places haunts him often, and its not always so easy to sleep it off

as fore mentioned, he usually finds comfort in talking to his older twin but beel isnt always there

beel was at one of his clubs at rad and belphie didnt want to bother him, but he really did need someone right now

unlike his older brothers, belphie actually makes an effort to find you

he doesnt find you in your room nor the kitchen, so he continues to search around the house in hopes youre around here somewhere

he happens to find you by yourself in the study on your d.d.d.

belphie feels bad bothering you, and enters the room quite quietly

“mc, can we talk?”

he sits down next to you and lays his head on your shoulder

contrary to what he stated he wanted, not much talking is being done

he just lies there quietly crying with no explanation why

he realises he may not be as ready to talk about it as he thought... but thats okay

you tell him that youre going to listen whenever hes ready to talk about it

that makes him feel a lot better

he falls asleep right there with a thankful smile placed on his face

[feralaot]

AOT characters in school hcs </3

writing these while i sit in a zoom completely dead to the world

no warnings

modern / school au

eren

dead to the world. zones out and falls asleep all the time. how the hell does he even sleep? it’s so loud in this class what is wrong with you eren. he also yells at teachers and has the most detentions

mikasa

takes two sets of notes for herself and eren bc he won’t do it himself. he doesn’t even study them nor does he actually throw them away so he just has a pile of old notes written by mikasa that he does nothing with

armin

the only one that’s actually actively engaged in class. raising his hand, asking questions, etc. total teacher’s pet. always has honor roll and if a teacher raised their voice at him he’d probably cry

jean

just the really cryptic kid who doesn’t seem to do anything at all but is somehow passing. avoids eye contact with the teacher when they’re looking for hands but is somehow always the one that gets called on

connie

not paying attention, ever. is sending sasha memes the entire time. has had his phone taken away so so many times but it doesn’t stop him

sasha

same as connie, sends him memes during class but she also has snacks stashed in her pockets

historia

always has a water bottle. favorite subject is international relations. hydrates while taking notes <3

ymir

literally pays 0 attention she just has earbuds in during the entire class and hides them under her hair while she jams to mother mother or something. favorite subject is linguistics

hange

the cool science teacher that has set their desk on fire several times and insists on doing experiments almost every class. during a quiet work period they’d probably be so bored they fall asleep and one of their students has to wake them up. literally everything is a challenge to them. they’ll hear that erwin’s students are enjoying his class or something and they’re like oh yeah?? parry this you casual [blows something up for a demonstration]

levi

smth tells me he would be a french teacher. always has his students do things for him e.g. move desks, organize things, etc and usually has to have one of them reach things for him like books on top of shelves

erwin

yall already know this man is a history teacher. he’s usually deadpan and smells like coffee all the time but lowkey really enjoys his job and is enthusiastic about teaching history

mike

the gym teacher that always feels the need to show off for some reason. when he joins one of the dodgeball teams he loses all self control and goes completely ham

reiner

has never done an honest test in his life. always has some kind of cheeky little way to cheat his way through even though if he really wanted to he is probably smart enough to do things on his own. him and annie cheat off of each other and talk major shit about other students

bertholdt

he’s canonically good at everything he learns so I think he’d also be on the honor roll. definitely the responsible one. organizes all his notes and schedules and deadlines and turns things in on time (usually). his favorite subject is geometry because he likes shapes. “did anyone do their part of the project? guys?”

annie

also probably dead to the world. zoned out the entire time but somehow she’s always passing. very respectful so you wouldn’t guess that she’s had a lot of detentions for fighting

porco

he actually is pretty smart and could definitely do things if he wanted to. favorite subjects are english language arts and social studies but in any other classes he’s just.... not going to pay attention if he doesn’t like the topic. his motivation is nonexistent. but if you tell him to write an argumentative essay it’ll probably be 10 fucking pages long because boy oh boy does he have opinions. used to get in trouble a LOT for being disrespectful

pieck

she’s really good at math and does pretty well in most classes but her english teacher has had to talk to her several times about how “poggers” and “swag” are not academic language to use in essays. and that it is infact very rude to call fellow students daft shits

zeke

the other history teacher that has a feud with erwin. hangs out in the teacher’s lounge a lot and probably steals erwin’s lunch and blames it on those pesky students. he would never say it to any of his students’ faces but he judges them so hard like he’s genuinely disgusted when his students dont wash their hair or some shit

yelena

really quiet and really cryptic. probably prefers to sit on the floor instead of her chair

niccolo

just a friendly little nerd that everyone seems to love for some reason. if he gets picked on by someone literally all the jocks, preps, geeks, etc come to his defense 

[animesmutfest]

Satoru x reader

(I love the whole bar scenario so I’m gunna use that again)

You and your best friend had been at the bar throwing back shot after shot in the hopes of getting completely wrecked. This is your dress with your hair in a curly pony tail, natural make up.

Mid shot you catch a glimpse of a man who you recognize eyeing you down from across the bar. You give him a quick wink and a smirk which he returns with a laugh. After a few minutes you grab your friend and head to the dance floor hearing your song blast from the speakers. You don’t pride yourself on it but you were a damn good dancer and it showed that night. Moving your hips to the beat and losing yourself in the music. Your best friend is dancing with a guy and just when you were going deeper into the crowd you feel someone gently touch your waist while dancing with you. You continue dancing and grinding on him while taking his hands and running them up your body. He turns you around and pulls you close when you realize it’s the same guy from the bar. “Your a dangerous woman, I can tell” he says leaning towards your ear. You grab his shirt and bite his ear a bit “And I bet you’d like to know why that is big boy~” you coo in his ear. “Careful sweetheart, wouldn’t want to start something you can’t finish” He says moving his hands to your back. “Oh I can finish it if I wanted to honey~ but I’ll tell you what handsome, give me your phone” you say smiling. He complies opening his phone. You put in your number and put your name on it. You even call it in front of him so he knows your serious. “The names y/n by the way” you say winking. “Satoru Gojo~” he coos kissing your hand. “Satoru huh? Maybe I’ll see you again soon” you say pulling away from him. “Wanna bet?” He says smirking. Planting a kiss on his cheek you wave bye and leave for the night with your best friend.

Small time skip:

Over the next 4 months you both went on several dates and he was nothing but a gentleman. Not a single time has he asked you for anything sexual nor rushed into things, he’s a patient man. You invited him over to your place for the first time for a movie night but you had other plans for him. After setting up blankets on the floor with a bottle of wine, dimmed lights and snacks you heard him pull into the drive way. You open the door seeing him come up to the door and hands you an assortment of flowers. You smile warmly at him and invite him him. “Thank you handsome” you say going to put them in a vase. “Don’t mention it princess” he says checking you out as you walk away. You had your hair in a fluffy ponytail with shorts and a tank top on. He takes off his shoes and looks around to see the effort you out into this date. “Awwww princess did you do all this for me?” He teases. “Shut your face and go get comfy.” “Yes mam~” he coos while removing his jacket before he takes a seat on the blankets. You come back with the two glasses for the wine sitting next to him. “How was your day cutie?” He asks kissing you on the forehead. “It was nice I went shopping and picked up a few things” you say clicking on a movie. You both cuddle up a bit while watching it. “Satoru?” “Hmm~” he replies. “What makes you keep seeing me? I mean why do you like me so much?” You ask out of curiosity. Looking down at you he says “what’s not to like about you? In fact I love everything about you. So yeah that’s why I keep seeing you. Because you’re you” he lifts up your chin to meet his breathtaking eyes. “Dont over think things. I’m here because I wanna be” he adds before slowly leaning down to kiss you. You close the gap and press your lips against his. He smiles and kisses you back with just as much passion. He pulls away looking at you before grabbing the back of your neck and kissing you again. You move your way on his lap as the kiss turns into a full on make out session. You two were kissing like you were starved. Your mouth moving to his neck gently licking and sucking on his gorgeous skin. “Like I told you at the club babe. Don’t start something-“ “Don’t worry I’ll finish it” you cut him off. He smirks before snaking his hands around your body and grabbing your ass as you leave marks on him. Bringing your head up to face him “if I let you have me can you promise me something?” You ask blushing. “Anything princess” he says rubbing your body. “Make me scream... I’ve never actually climaxed during sex so please just make me feel good. I wanna lose my mind” you say grinding on him a bit. “Don’t worry princess, I’ll make it right” he says before laying you on your back and kissing your neck while rubbing your thighs with his free hand. “Men can be so selfish. Good thing all I want is to please you baby” he says sucking on your neck harshly. He then pulls off your tank top exposing your bare chest. “Such a perfect body” he growls before attacking your breasts with his mouth. Soft moans pour from your lips and your legs tremble with anticipation.

He moves his hand to your waistband of your shorts sliding his hand inside and gently rubbing your clit. Your hand moves to your mouth to cover the moans as they get louder. “Awe princess but I wanna hear those gorgeous moans of yours. Let me hear how good I’m making you feel” he says as he trails kisses down your stomach. As he gets to your waist he runs his tongue across your figure. Removing his hand from your clit he pulls down your shorts and panties making you close your legs embarrassed. Cocking his eyebrow he grabs your legs opening them slowly while looking at your red face. “Don’t hide from me, every inch of you is beautiful so no need to be scared” he says in a reassuring voice. You relax a bit allowing him to open you up. “Atta girl” he says looking at how wet you are just from a bit of stimulation. “Absolutely beautiful” he says licking his lips before running his fingers through your folds. Your body heats up even more just by having him touch you. Pulling his fingers up he licks them “such a sweet flavor” he says before pushing your legs back and licking up your folds. A loud gasp leaves your mouth and you hands running over the blanket. He slowly devoured you being sure to focus on the importance of making you feel amazing. Your moans start soft but grow as you climb closer and closer to bliss. “F-fuck~” you moan gripping the fabric beneath you. He smirks and slides a finger inside you curling it upwards. Your back arches just a bit, but it’s enough for him to slide in another finger and do the same. Your legs start to shake and you head starts feeling clouded while your moans become a bit wild. He fingers you harder and curls them faster forcing your orgasm to rip through your body. Your practically screaming his name and pushing him away with your hands. Pulling out his fingers he grabs your hands and holds them down as he licks up your juices. Your body squirming under him before he removes his mouth licking his lips. He looks down at you smirking wiping his mouth with his hand before taking off his shirt. His body was something to behold, you couldn’t stop staring as you panted on the floor. You sit up and force him to sit on the sofa behind him before pulling his waistband and pulling out his dick. Seriously this man was blessed. You had never seen something so big and thick, it was almost terrifying but you refused to let your fear overwhelm your desire. You slowly lick up the shaft while hold it before slowly sliding him in your mouth. “Mmm fuck princess” he groans as your slurp him up. Your head slowly bobs up and down his dick making his legs tense up with each bob. “Fuck~ just like that princess” he moans throwing his head back and his hands on your head. You then take him in your throat forcing his grip to tighten on your head and his moans to grow. You continue taking him in your throat when all of a sudden he pulls your hair forcing you off him. You look at him and lick your lips smiling at him as he pants. “Wicked little thing” he says before getting up and taking off his pants and boxers. He gets back on his knees and kisses you roughly before laying you on your back and breaking the kiss. He strokes himself a few times before lining himself up with you. “Just relax for me baby” he says before slowly pushing himself in. You yelp from the pain of the stretch as soon as he works his way in. He rubs your legs as he pushes the rest inside you. “It’s almost a too fucking tight” he groans while giving you enough time to adjust. Leaning down giving you loving kisses on your face and trembling lips to comfort you more. “Ready?” He asks. You nod and wrap your arms around his neck. Pulling himself back before rolling his hips into yours was intense enough for you at the moment and it seemed like the same for him. You looked up to see his eyes closed and brows scrunched together as if he couldn’t handle it. “W-why are you s-so big?!~” you cry out as he speeds up a bit. He laughs a bit before kissing your neck and resting his arms on other side of your head.

Each thrust you could feel him pushing into your cervix causing you to cover your mouth to muffle your cries. He grabs your hands and pin them above your head as he speeds up. “No no baby girl let me fucking hear it” he practically growled at you. You clentch around him as you feel yourself close to releasing again. “P-please baby yes!~” you yell as you cum on his dick. Satisfied that he did what no other could he puts your legs in his shoulders and grabs your hips railing into you. Your moans now whimpers of his name and incoherent words with each thrust. “Fuck you feel so good baby!” He moans look at your face full of pleasure. Your hand moves your your stomach where his dick is bulging out, he notices and rubs the area softly praising you for taking his dick so good. “You’re even beautiful when you’re fucked senseless princess~ your perfect~” he moans kissing your legs and speeding up a bit. You feel a weird sensation like you have to pee but it was intense. You try to push him back as you had never felt this before. He once again grabs your hands holding them on either side of you forcing your legs back open. “Let me make you scream princess!” He growls and just before you could protest you begin squirting all over the place. Your screams of pleasure music to his ears and as he looks down he sees what was going on and smiles like a mad man. “That’s what the fuck in talking about princess! So fucking sexy!” He groans at the sight. You were an absolute mess under him at this point. “D-daddy~” you whimper under him causing him to stop mid stroke. “What was that princess?” He asks panting a bit. “I s-said DADDY~” you reply “fuck me please~” you say weakly at him. Looking a bit surprised he picks you up and bends you over the couch before slamming himself into you. “Fffuuuck~” you cry as his hands snake up your body. “You’re going to make me lose my fucking mind sweet heart~” he growls. This was the most intense he has been since you started and your body could barely handle it. Thrust after thrust he abused your pussy with his dick. Soon his thrusts become needy as he chases his release. “I-inside daddy~ fill me please!” You cry out. His eyes rolls to the back of his head before slamming into you one more time filling you as requested. “God damn baby~” he moans before slowly pulling from you. Your body falls on the couch and he sits next to you. “Sooooo your mine now.” he say rubbing your back. “I’ve never had something so good I don’t want anyone else to touch you” he states bluntly. “Touché” you reply giggling a bit. “Let’s go shower” he says. “I’d love to but I can’t feel my legs”.

Yes please 😌

[honorguk]

dating ➔ bambam

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 - what it’s like to date bambam from GOT7 (based on my assumptions)

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─ • OVERALL:

• would definitely be instantly comfortable with each other

• sort of friends before you began dating - seen him around but never approached

• deep conversations during late nights, especially when he takes you stargazing every so often

• sending you pictures of his cats and you joking about stealing them (and then you remind him it’s not a joke)

• sending each other memes hourly

• he reminds himself to wear grey sweatpants around you ;)

• the fans adore you two together - he posts stories of you all the time, usually making fun of you with stupid filters

• very handsy and always HAS to be in contact with you

• hand on your back, thigh, over your shoulders.. you name it

• secretly jealous, and only shows it during sex (oh my-)

• you have the most random inside jokes that make you guys cry laughing

• quoting vines and cringing yet still remaking old memes

• like you were made for each other, literally

• i can very clearly see you two having a gingerbread house making competition on instagram (and he’s smash yours in revenge for when you’ve won)

• would randomly shop up with large bouquets of flowers “just because”

• would remind you everyday how much you mean to him <3 and it never gets old

─ • DATES YOU GO ON:

• lying on each other on the couch, crushing each other’s bodies, and binging on snacks while scrolling through social media or netflix

• otherwise the boy has a large number of suits and a large amount of money to spend on dresses for you for fancy dates

• is honestly not too thoughtful when planning dates but tries his best, and it always ends up eventful

• both loving an adrenaline rush, you’re often found at an amusement park, probably holding hands on top of a roller coaster and screaming

• always end the night walking down the Han river, his jacket over your shoulders, hand in hand

• (and sometimes he’d even spend the night ;) )

─ • PET NAMES:

• the cringiness of his nicknames soon turns from being ironic to the normal thing he calls you

• honestly you’re like his cats

• “hi cupcake” “hey my lil angel”

• but let’s get real, you hear ‘bro’ and ‘dude’ a lot more

• “man, why did u do that!” “i dunno, bro, give me a break!” “i love you dude”

─ • WHILE ON TOUR:

• you guys dont call each other as often as the other members call their gfs because you’re both secure that you’re still deeply in love

• and when you are on call it’s probably because you’re both just bored, and sit in silence while you do work and he watches a show (which is very cute)

• but! before that silence comes in, you spend at least an hour catching up, giggling and blushing away at the stories told and comments made

• either way he’ll just send you memes anytime he’s free, and you’ll happily return the favor

• when he’s away for long periods of time, he’ll secretly ship you little gifts and clothes that he found during tour, and would call you when you unbox it

• you send him pictures of his cats as you take care of them while he’s away, and he coos at them constantly

• “you love your cats more than me..” “i can’t agree nor deny” “shut up bambam”

─ • ARGUING/MAKING UP:

• doesn’t like getting loud; is much more whiny than anything else

• turns completely subby, and hates seeing you mad - it makes him really sad

• he feels like he failed in someway or another, so he apologizes quickly but oftentimes that means he didn’t really understand what you were mad at him for so the mistakes repeat

• so when they do repeat, you get angrier, and only that’s when realizes he actually has to take matters into his own hands

• there have been times when you’ve slept on the couch from anger, and bam would always come in during the night and sleep with you, apologizing softly the morning after

• he’d also buy you bouquets even when he’s in the wrong, and write a traditional apology letter to attach to the flowers

─ • NSFW:

• usually pretty rough and fast-paced but you guys definitely have your sentimental moments together

• definitely goofy during aftercare, but is the most serious during the act

• lowkey sadistic but also loves when you mark him

• a beggar, but also loves hearing praise

• seems like a switch and sort of it, but leans towards a dom, i can’t lie

• body rolls for days! He definitely uses his dancer body to his advantage ;)

• you’ve done it everywhere - he probably has a mental checklist to keep up

• very open to experimenting with kinks, outfits and toys

• “there’s no judgement, baby”

• always flirting or teasing you in public when he’s in a subby mood just so you can get playfully annoyed and punish him at home

• extremely loving aftercare <3 baths, giggles, and sleeping in each other’s chests

[moonvains]

How would you feel about writing a Nagito x fem!Reader where he has Hanahaki over her? I’d prefer angst with a happy ending but that’s up to you

Nagito x Fem! Reader - Hanahaki Disease

‘How would you feel about writing a Nagito x fem!reader where he has Hanahaki over her? I’d prefer angst with a happy ending but thats up to you’

Hello Anon !! I absolutely love this request, I feel like theres so much I can do with it y’know? I added my own twist that is very, very angsty, and made me cry once or twice. but hopefully, this happy ending will work in some ways - Mod Mikan

Italics = Flashbacks/Past

Standard = Present Tense

TW for accidental overdose scene and seizures

TW for emetophobia, goes without saying since I’m writing a hanahaki plot!

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It started with the hiccups, small breathy hitches in his chest, that felt like collapsed buildings and porcelain shards, it stung his throat. Nagito, most very naive, thought almost nothing of it at first. That changed, when he sat heaving and coughing over the fancy porcelain toilet at hopes peak.

As he sat there on his knees, sweat dripping from his head, a pain in his cheek and sticky palms wiped onto his dress pants, he cursed himself with his luck.

It could be worse, just a stomach bug, my luck has obviously changed..

That is what he thought, or maybe wanted to think. A thought deeply embedded into his frail mind every time there is a mild convenience burdening his way. Its just my luck.

Though, as he looked up, green eyes glossing over what would usually be a nasty sight of a quick snack.

Nagito saw flowers, ethereal, magenta roses, dainty petunias and elegant dandelions, floating in the water below him, almost as if they were dancing.

Once again, his breath hitched, though he wasn’t sure if it was from whatever this was. This wasn’t his luck, this wasn’t despair, this wasn’t hope. This was plain, lonely, one sided symptoms of something so delicate, something so sad.

Nagito met you on a summer day, a cool breeze blowing, his hair stuck to his lips like glue. Ultimate luck he guessed. The rest wasn’t important, it was forgotten, and it was irrelevant and it was stupid.

stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid

Nagito was stupid from the moment he ran into you, from the moment he brushed his lips against yours, and from the moment he looked into your eyes. he was stupid.

Stupid to think he, a disappointment, a burden, would ever be graced with something as angelic, gentle and kindhearted as you. He was right, he was really stupid.

It all made sense after you were taken away. The words still rang in his head, quite frequently

Nagito yawned, for a day where he had almost nothing to do, he was quite sleepy. He sat in class 1-A, it was Friday “study” period for class 77-B. Usually you would sit next to him or sleep on his shoulder, or maybe play video games with Chiaki. Though this time you were sick with a bad case of the flu, and he was bored shitless. He blew his hair off his face, only to watch it float back down, then he’d blow it up again.

This went on for about 15 minutes until he got a call, he wishes he didn’t get it, though knows if he didn’t pick up, it would’ve been worse.

“Nagito.. I think I messed up”, your words were slurred, hiccuping and teary.

He knew immediately something bad had happened, he would tell in the way his stomach dropped, and the uneasy anxiousness took over his body.

“Can you please come back to my house, its only me here, I need help”.

Nagito didn’t have to think twice, he ran to your house in a sprint. he didn’t know what was going on, nor what had taken place. Though with the urgency in your house, and the way you sounded off the edge of reality, he knew it was bad.

He didn’t think it would be this bad, he didn’t think it would be his fault, But it was, thats how luck works.

He walked into your house, door unlocked, the air smelt musty and there was silence apart from a dripping tap and muffled crying, it’s not hard to guess which one he went running too.

He ran into the living room to find you on the floor in a ball, your lips were blue, skin pale and eyes wider than they’d ever been before.

“Please just help me”, you sobbed. “I didn’t mean to do this”

Nagito clenched his fists while he sat, flashbacks of what happened circled through his mind. the bathroom floor was cold but his hands felt hot. He didn’t want to admit it, but this was a long time coming.

Hanahaki disease, one sided love huh? I guess it is one sided to love someone nonexistent. What hurt the most is that there was no recovering, the cure stems from the love being returned. There is no love from six feet underground, only worms, maggots and empty promises.

Eyes clenched shut, Nagito held your hair back as you expelled whatever was left in your stomach, he hated that you were in pain, there was yet to be an explanation of what was happening. Walking in only to find his lover sprawled out of the floor, crying slurred nothings before vomiting all over the carpet.

“I..I”

“Speak slowly my love, whats happened?’

“I took a handful of those herbal flu pills you left out on the counter this morning, I figured because they were plant based ”

Thats right, Nagito thought, he left his medication on the counter this morning after staying the night.

his medication on the counter

not herbal pills

a handful of Prozac 50mg capsules

he felt his heart stop

his mind searched for the side affect panel on the pamphlet when he first started taking them

strange dreams, dry mouth, decreased appetite

he remembered the second page

signs of overdose:

dilated pupils, seizures, nausea and vomiting, respiratory issues, fast heart rate and oh my god what the fuck have I done

Mind racing, hands trembling, Nagito held you close, there wasn’t time to explain, thats it, there wasn't time. His hands fumbled for his phone, holding sobs back listening to the operator instruct him to position your barely conscious body into a position seizure friendly.

Cries and mumbled words of “what have i done” escaped from his mouth as he laid you on your side, his school bag under your head and floor cleared from anything potentially dangerous. He sat there, on the floor, holding his chest sobbing, waiting for the ambulance

(Authors note ! DONT use this as a guide to help someone having a seizure or overdose, this is simply from some googling and own personal experiences, if you suspect someone you know is in danger, get a trsuted adult or medical professional)

Luck is a tricky thing, bad luck, good luck, there is a spectrum. Usually someone lives out their life on a scaled ratio of luck, some have unfortunate luck, some have spectacular luck. Though there are the unfortunate few that lie on the sidelines. Their luck a forceful rollercoaster of up and downs, tragedies and utter miracles.

The past couple of months in Nagitos life was a tragedy, who knew the dip of the rollercoaster could cost him so very much of what made him whole.  

As he sat there, the cold tile floor providing comfort for his aching palms, he remembered the paramedics, pathetically inserting a needle in your arm and calling it a day.

“We couldn’t save her, our deepest apologies”

He was angry, he knew you were gone from the moment your eyes rolled back and you lost control of your muscles, he could only sit there and scream.

But if they tried? At least do you decency? Not just act like you were another statistic is their salary, a teenager making a stupid decision.

Your parents were called, the room cleaned, and you were gone, that was it. The relationship you and Nagito held for two years crumbled. gone, as simple as that.

The white haired boy turned up to school the next day, face hollowed out with utter despair, eyes puffy and hair matted. He simply couldn’t deal with being alone, god knows what would’ve happened.

He reluctantly walked into homeroom, Miss Yukizome stationed at her desk with her almost programmed smile “Goodmorning Komaeda! I’m so glad youre joining us for another wonderful day!”

Another wonderful day? Another wonderful day watching the love of your life dying on her living room floor, loosing all control of her body and all you can do is sit there and tell her you love her, praying to all gods above she can hear it? Or Another wonderful day of crying and screaming yourself to sleep? ripping and smashing all the memories you have together in a pile because thats better than sleeping in a comfortable bed knowing she is on a plate of steel in the morgue?

Nagito kept his thoughts to himself, god knows he would probably get sent to a psychiatry institution if he spoke what was really on his mind.

With that, he sat down, eyes at the blank blackboard, fingers tapping at his desk, holding back tears that were already cried.

“Komaeda, you look like you’ve seen a ghost!” Teruteru exclaimed as he entered the classroom

“I wish I had”

He put his head on his desk, talking he couldn’t make out among his classmates filled his ears, he wanted quiet, ‘I wonder if she got quiet?’

Was there an afterlife? Or just a void of empty words and unfinished business. he wouldn’t know unless he experiences it himself, sooner or later.

“Okay class, try and get in some work today okay! I know you can do it” Miss Yukizome sung.

“Komaeda, can you get out of y/n’s seat, she should be coming in soon, hm?”

He didn’t even realise he was sitting in her seat, he was used to sitting at her desk with her, helping her with her work, playing with her hair and just enjoying the company of each other.

“No”, Nagito replied, fast and cold. It was strange for him to act this way, sure, he had a very valid excuse. Though it was unknown territory for the rest of the class.

“Oh no, has she still got that nasty flu? I hope you don’t catch it my dear boy”.

“No”, again, the same, the class had quieted down, he was usually so cheery, so full of hope and adoration for every single one of them.

“Well send my love to her, It’ll be great to see her again when I can” She smiled, completely oblivious.

“You can, the 18th, its an open casket’, Nagito grinned at her, a grin of something so far away from happiness, it reminded Yukizome of a clown, so creepy, yet so theoretically happy.

Everyones faces dropped

Nagito got up from the bathroom floor, this had happened weeks ago, but felt like minutes ago. He waited, and eventually, it stopped.

He walked back to class, the heels of his shoes tapping the hardwood floor of the hall leading up to his classroom. he entered solemnly, like he has every day since then.

Everyones faces dropped

Yet again.

Nagito knew what they were staring at, he didn’t want to address it, but he knew.

On his cheek grew a rose, sprouting at the top of his lip to the bottom of his cheekbone. For such a tragic disease, it was quite beautiful.

For such a tragic event, it felt so beautiful

God okay this was sad and a bit quick, I really did try to do a happy ending, though sometimes, for stories like this, I think it is a little to cliché, Stay safe everyone ! I hope you like this <3

[scaryscarecrows]

Roots and Leaves, Pt. 8

All done!

“-son. Master Jason.”

Fuck, Alfred’s dead? The end is extremely fucking nigh.

But, if he’s going to be selfish (which got him into this, you’d think he’d learn)…at least he has company in…wherever this is.

His hands still hurt, though, which he finds very unfair.

“You are no better at feigning unconsciousness than you were at fifteen, sir.”

He’s not tryin’ to…

Why does Death look like his old bedroom. Is this some sorta ‘ease into it’ area?

“There you are.”

“Alfie?”

Alfred hasn’t changed one bit. Jason will bet that his mustache hasn’t even grown, or shed a hair, or anything.

“How are you-”

Alfred.

He hugs him and he hasn’t changed, not one goddamn bit. Alfred hugs him back, one hand cupping his neck and the other moving firmly up and down his spine. Alfred’s here, everything’s gonna be okay, at least for another minute…

The hand on his spine moves and his head’s tilted up with a soft, “Oh, my boy.”

It’s over. Any dignity he had is gone. He presses his face against Alfred’s chest (fabric softener Earl Grey home) and doesn’t even try to pretend he’s not crying. He’s never been able to keep anything from Alfred anyway.

“M’sorry.”

“Oh, my boy,” Alfred says again, and those sturdy hands press against his head and neck. “There is nothing to apologise for.”

He tries to take a few deep breaths, to get himself under control for fuck’s sake, and can’t. He can’t do it anymore.

But Alfred is a literal saint, and he doesn’t try to coax him to talk or to sit up or to do anything at all, even after his jacket must be soaked through. He just sits there, marginally more slumped than he usually is, and rubs a hand in slow, steady circles over Jason’s shoulders.

At some point, he senses a presence in the doorway, but before he can straighten up it’s gone again and now, without that motivation, it’s easier to just stay here where it’s safe and warm.

He eventually runs out of tears but his face is now wet and swollen and hot. His nose feels like it’s swollen shut and he’s been reduced to careful, thought-out breaths that rattle in his throat and burn in his chest. Sitting up is too much work.

Alfred props him up anyway and rubs a cool washcloth over his face before letting him take it and hold it against his now-puffy eyelids.

“That’s it, Master Jason.” If Bruce is Sherlock Holmes, then Alfred is Watson. They don’t deserve him. “That’s it. Deep breaths, there we are.”

“M’sorry, Alfie,” he forces out, voice strangled. “M’sorry-”

“That’s enough of that.”

“But-”

“I won’t hear any more of that.” Oh, boy. That’s the ‘you’re on thin ice and should just shut up’ voice. Even now, it’s scary and he doesn’t have the courage to go against it.

A straw presses against his lips-limeade-and Alfred continues, a little gentler now, “I cannot imagine that you purposefully buried yourself for any reason, Master Jason. Am I correct?”

He laughs. He can’t help it. It sounds so nice put like that.

“No. No, I…I didn’t. I didn’t.” He is not going to start crying again. He refuses. Sheila flashes behind his eyes, blonde and blue and red, and he presses the washcloth down hard enough to hurt. “I…she s-said. She said she was out. Sh-she said she was out, Alfred, I thought…just once…”

“From the beginning, Master Jason.” Calm, but making it very clear that he doesn’t have a choice. “Who is ‘she’?”

He swallows, knows he’s imagining something squirming at the back of his throat. Alfred waits.

“Sheila Haywood,” he finally whispers. “I…Bruce’s files…she might have been my mother.”

He doesn’t have to look to know Alfred’s got that little frown between his eyebrows, the one that says he’s deeply upset. Jason presses the washcloth tighter against his eyes, sparking colors, and his wrist is tugged at until the colors die off.

“I just…she approached me, Alfie, I swear, I didn’t…I just thought…” He swallows again, forces himself to let the washcloth fall to his lap. “M’tired of bein’ second choice, Alfred.”

He doesn’t have time to brace himself before he’s pulled back down and somehow…folded…so that he’s tucked against Alfred’s chest like he’s thirteen again and still fits.

“Jason Peter Todd,” Aw, shit. “you have never been second choice, do you understand?”

But…

Look. He’s very well aware that he wouldn’t be here if Dick hadn’t had that fallout with Bruce. And oh, boy, has he ever learned the Joys of Being the Second Child-‘Dick did this’, ‘Dick did that’, and on and on and on. He’s come to terms with that fact, it’s fine, whatever.

But arguing that point (or any point) with Alfred is a Bad Idea.

And. And he’s here, now, because Bruce…Bruce came to pick him up, when he asked. So. That means something, doesn’t it?

His head hurts.

Alfred sighs at his non-answer but lets it go for the time being.

“What happened with Miss Haywood?”

He’s not moving. He’s staying right here until this is all over.

“Some moron tried to hold up the grocery store…”

* * *

Jason feigns sleep for the rest of the day, until Bruce is out on patrol. Sneaking past the Batman isn’t impossible, but it’s definitely hard and with his hands almost completely useless, well…

The last thing he wants or needs is a lecture on Trust and Rushing Into Things and Dammit, Jason, This is What Got You Captured by the Joker. He knows that, thanks, Bruce.

(And yeah, okay, he knows lectures are Bruce’s way of saying I Love You, but some people swear a punch to the face is an I Love You, so.)

Sneaking past Alfred, on the other hand…now that really is impossible.

He’s halfway down the stairs when there’s an irritated, “A-HEM,” from behind him. Crap.

“I was thirsty?”

Alfred gets this expression that Jason will swear means he’s envisioning smacking him upside the head with a rolled-up newspaper. Yeah. Okay. Game’s up.

“I just…I need some time,” he says, eyes fixed on a knot in the wooden banister. “I can’t face him, Alfred, not now.”

Not for a long time, probably. Not without a massive blow-up on both sides and it’s better if no one else is around to be caught in that crossfire.

And besides. Right now, he just…his apartment may be kinda crappy, but it’s not haunted by a stupid kid who swore up and down that

“Being Robin gives me magic!”

“This is the best day of my life.”

There’s too many ghosts in this house.

Alfred comes forward and pats his shoulder.

“At least permit me to provide you with a few easy-to-reheat meals.”

“I’m okay-”

“Humor an old man.”

That is a trap. That is a trap, it’s just better to nod and neither protest or nor agree. And he’s got time, before Bruce gets back.

“Thanks, Alfred.”

“Hm.”

He’s ushered towards the kitchen. It hasn’t changed a bit-still homey and warm and with those same comfy stools by the counter. He remembers having after-school snacks there and chattering a mile a minute about ‘so Mister Pierce set his desk on fire in chemistry and it was so cool I gotta try that y’think B’ll let me-?’

“If I hear one word about you being out before those hands have healed, there is no power on Heaven or Earth that will spare you, is that clear?”

He believes. He believes.

“Yeah.”

“Good.” An icebox appears out of nowhere. “Do you need a ride?”

“No, I, uh…I called an Uber. I didn’t think I could drive.”

“Wise choice.” Alfred sets the icebox down and grips Jason’s arms. “You will always have a home with us, Master Jason. Remember that.”

He is not going to start crying again. He is not.

“Thanks, Alfred.”

* * *

The Uber guy is more interested in his radio than in Jason and that’s just fine. It means he’s not going to pester him, which means that he can twist around to watch Wayne Manor shrink into the distance through back window.

When he gets home, he opens his e-mail. Nothing new, but Sheila’s are still there. He deletes most of them.

But.

He can’t. Even now, after everything, he can’t bring himself to hate her. Not really.

He moves the remaining few to his ‘save it’ folder, where he won’t open them by mistake, and goes outside for a cigarette. Lighting it’s a pain, and there’s a few minutes that he’s terrified that he’s going to light the bandages on his hands on fire, but he manages it, in the end, and leans on the railing to watch the cars go by below.

In another unit, he can hear Mz. Melinda May cackling and a handful elderly voices swearing and demanding she be thrown out. Maybe he’ll go over there tomorrow, make sure she hasn’t downloaded a crap-ton of computer viruses again. (And yeah, okay, he wants to know about the yelling.)

There’s a sudden movement in the shadows across the street and he goes inside, turns on the TV. He’s halfway through an episode of Chopped when a red bar pops up on the bottom saying, Batman recaptures Harley Quinn, more at eleven.

A knot in his chest he didn’t realize was there loosens up and he pulls his blanket tighter around his shoulders.

“Thanks, B.”

THE END

[katsukikitten]

Namjoon Part3

Music echos softly off of the studio walls, the same few chords playing over and over and over again until I slam my fists on the board before deleting the song entirely.

"Fuck...." I curse, digging the heels of my palms into my eyes once more. Something I've been finding myself doing often. I dig until fireworks erupt before fading into a dizzying black.

"That's a bad habit you've got Joonie." Her voice feels like ointment on a burn. My body instantly relaxes as I hear her pad towards the chair. Her small hand runs down my hair, brushing the nape of my neck before settling on my shoulder.

I wish her hands would stay tangled in my hair. Her skin and touch are so soothing.

And I'm not the only member of the group who has said so...

"Being up this late and *forcing* a song to happen is bad for your health." Her hand trails again. Up my nape then down my spine.

"I know..." I barely breathe. Afraid I'll break the spell and she will some how dissipate.

Over the past four months I've noticed things about _____.

Her beauty is unique and becomes even more breathtaking the better you get to know her.

Like a bud slowly blooming before your eyes.

Does she nurture my brothers this well?

This.... intimately?

Jealousy pangs in my stomach at the thought.

"Let's go to bed..." She whispers, "Sleep will help and you have such a busy AND early schedule tomorrow."

I look to her, searching her face for what I don't know. All I know is that somehow she is never tired and she is always patient.

She offers a small smile before patting my shoulder as if to encourage me to stand.

So I do.

She leads me to my room where she has made my bed so neatly. She enters my room and every time it causes my heart to pound. I always hope she stays but instead she falls into her normal routine.

She slips into the shared bathroom turning on the shower and some how getting the perfect temperature for me every time. She lays a fresh towel and pair of boxers on the bed for me, straightening them both just so.

I watch those deft hands fluff pillows and worry over the smallest of details before she stops. She meets me at the threshold of the door.

"Rest up Joonie." She winks, stepping gracefully around me when all I want to do is grab her face and crash my lips into her own.

I sigh in frustration as I make my way to the steaming shower.

The sound of her laugh wakes me.

"Yongiii!!! Stooopp." She giggles and my stomach twists. He must be teasing her about her Korean again. She has improved greatly, speaking full sentences without fault or fluster. But there are times in our one on ones that she bites her lip out of frustration before gracefully asking for a break.

I curl deeper begging the gods for a little more of the mindless sleep.

I should not be thinking of this woman as often as I do.

The dorm quiets as she shoos everyone to get ready promising coffee, tea, and morning treats at the shoot.

I drift slowly back into sleep as she helps the others with their outfits. All vying for her attention.

A soft knock pulls me back to the land of the living and I do not answer. I am so childishly hoping that if I act asleep she will leave.

Somehow convince the director that I will be in at a later time or hell even date. We've been going for weeks non stop to shoots, interviews and features that it's a wonder I could even write lyrics for half a song.

When I don't answer I hear her pad into the room. Pulling the curtain to the only window half open, sure to leave my face out of the rising sunlight.

"Namjoon?" She asks softly, hands feathering over my bare shoulder.

I continue to feign sleep. She let's out a sigh, not one of disappointment nor frustration but a different kind of sigh. Her fingers find my dyed hair. Pulling softly before her nails rake my scalp.

I can't keep back the soft groan that escapes my lips causing her fingers to slip away. I keep my eyes closed and resume my relaxed breathing. She must still think I'm asleep as she mutters to herself.

"Damn it ____, get your shit together."

Her hands find my shoulder.

"Oh King Joonie. It's time to wake up!" She sing songs. No longer using a gentle voice. She clicks the side table light on and I groan out of frustration.

"Come on sleepy head!" She says as I hear her digging in my closet, "We cannot be late. It will reflect poorly on my skills."

She giggles pulling a black shirt and jeans setting them at the foot of the bed.

I oblige, anything to keep her here.

An hour later she has us all lined up with our favorite makeup artist before she makes good on her promise of tea, coffee, and morning sweets. We all greedily take our bribe.

"Hobi, my sunshine..." She smiles fussing over his hair, "Dont forget to give it your all! Other wise no Sprite."

She winks before they both laugh.

"My golden maknae!" She smiles, "oh and my oppa please give it your best!"

"My V, My jimin, my suga! You can melt the hearts of all of ARMY." She continues to encourage us as we line up in order for our shoots. Finally she stands before me.

"RM, joonie!" She is so damn cute when she encourages us, "please do it all for ARMY!"

"I will." I smile to her and she returns it with a blinding one. She takes a step back to speak with the make up artists.

She always talks to the supporting crew but what I've failed to notice before were her questions.

She asks about our skin health, our irritability levels and even down to how our hair is. Each stylist makes a comment. She jots it all down in her notebook.

"Exaustion was hard to cover on all of them. Espeically Namjoon today."

"Yoongi's hair is becoming brittle from all of the stripping and dying. The shampoo and conditioners you've gotten him have helped greatly but I fear for the health of his hair."

Her eyes dart up, narrowing before her pencil angirly scratches at the pad.

"Noted. Thank you as always." She says perfectly in Korean. There are some phrases she had down pat before coming to the teachings of seven men. I subconsciously touch the skin beneath my eyes as the words echo in my head. I stare at Yoongi's dyed hair before fingering my own. He has had the most hair changes out of all of us.

The shoot drags on for hours longer than expected. With an intense interview to follow and with no time in between to grab a bite to eat.

Though it goes with out saying that _____ has been providing us snacks and drinks all day. But a man can only live off of snacks for so long. I need to take a break, if only for a moment in the bathroom. Just as I'm rounding the corner I hear two voices in a heated discussion.

"Manager. They are exhausted. The photographer has been outrageous to hold them hostage this long. None of them have had time to recover. The interview needs to be canceled for their health. If you want the nations across this green earth to love them then you need to listen to me." Her voice dips lower than I've ever heard. A few decibels shy of a growl as she continues.

"Speaking of canceled I have canceled Yoongi's hair dye appointment for next week as cleared out most of the boys schedules. This is starting to take a toll on their work. And I don't mean this extra work either. I'm talking their music."

Thankfully she leaves out my name. The thought of people knowing I'm struggling in the studio is as mortifying as if not being able to perform in the bedroom.

"You disrespect me and the people who have highly recommended you?" He snarls and I myself shrink back.

Clearly she does not.

"No, if anything I'm proving why I was so highly recommended. Do you think I let these idols run rampant? Do you think I let them become so overworked, so over stimulated to the point of them having some sort of break down whether public or private while in my care? The answer is no." Its as if I can hear her squaring her shoulders as she speaks, "My job is to take care of their well being. My job is take make sure theirs is not becoming too much. My job is to remember that they are human. My job is to stand up for them when they cannot or are too proud to. So I'm telling you now that they are going to need today and the rest of the weekend off otherwise you are both jeopardizing their health and asking me to step down as their assistant."

My heart beats out of my chest at the thought of her leaving. I almost turn the corner to wrap her under my arm and threaten the manager to keep her on board myself but a deep sigh stops me.

"They were not lying when you said you truly have an idol's best interest at heart." Another sigh, "I will begin making phone calls now. When the shoot let's out please continue to live up to your recommendations."

"As always." She retorts.

[raveneira]

KawaSara

Completely off topic of Todays episode but are people really that salty about the KawaSara ship? it’s literally SasuSaku all over again in terms of the arguments used against them

Which btw I still wanna know where are all the SasuSaku fans that apparently support KawaSara because its like SasuSaku [which it isnt in any way shape or form its completely unique in comparison imo] because I have yet to see anyone but anti’s making this claim

And yes Im a SasuSaku shipper and I ship KawaSara but not because I think its anything like SasuSaku because I dont

What I dont get isnt why people dont like the ship because to each their own, what I dont get is the bullshit reasoning on why KawaSara shippers are ‘bad’ or ‘delusional’ or the most common ‘he did nothing but insult her the entire chapter!’

No he did not, here’s what actually happened

For Kawaki’s first time trying Taiyaki Sarada suggests he try the custard one to which Kawaki defiantly chooses chocolate instead, Sarada asks if she could have a bite since she’s never tried the chocolate flavored one and Kawaki refuses because its his and why should he share it with an asshole like her

Kawaki desires freedom and to make his own decisions, Sarada suggested custard but Kawaki wanted to make his own decision and decided on chocolate which Kawaki surprisingly enjoyed, Sarada asks for a bite of HIS snack that HE chose for himself and belongs to him and takes offense to it which shows he probably doesnt get the concept of sharing the same way he wasnt familiar with what a snack was and took it as a sign of her wanting to take from him which makes her an asshole

You could take the Taiyaki as his free will so sharing it with Sarada would be like sharing or giving his free will to her which he doesnt wanna do

Then a kid ran into Kawaki and he reflexively attacked him but was stopped by Naruto, afterwards Sarada went over to the two boys to check on them and apologized for Kawaki’s actions, Sarada is a kind and caring person so naturally, she is angry at Kawaki for his outburst

He calls Sarada an asshole again which he calls everyone, ‘he didnt call Hinata, Himawari or Ino an asshole though!’  yeah and know why? because neither Hinata, Himawari nor Ino gave him a REASON to

Kawaki only addresses people as assholes that he feels is trying to control him, is hostile towards him, or just ticks him off

Hinata barely said two words to him, Himawari also hardly had any interaction with him and Ino was just being extra polite because of the ‘mission’ and had no reason to be hostile towards Kawaki nor him to her

Sarada on the other hand? she’s getting on his case for nearly killing an innocent kid for no reason, Kawaki tells her to shut up and brushes it off as just giving them a taste of the real world, Sarada PERSISTS yelling at him more for using his upbringing [which atm she doesnt know the full story] as an excuse for his behavior, this of course anger’s Kawaki but he doesnt yell at her or lash out and instead asks why she’s even coming along when it has nothing to do with her

Kawaki could have easily yelled at her the way she was at him especially when she played down his upbringing but instead, he just calls her an asshole and asks why she even bothered coming along

My point is Sarada is being hostile towards Kawaki, she’s yelling at him, telling him his actions were wrong when he believes they are justified, saying his upbringing is no excuse for his behavior, Kawaki doesnt like being talked down to and he definitely doesnt like being told what he should and shouldnt do which Sarada was doing and was thus an asshole

Sarada ONCE AGAIN gets on his case, this time for picking a random vase instead of choosing seriously which this time Kawaki does yell at her because again Kawaki does not like being told what to do

He doesnt like being controlled for obvious reasons, Kawaki wants freedom from Jigen and Kara etc and to have free will which is something he wasnt allowed to have so Sarada or anyone else getting on his case about anything triggers a negative reaction from him because he doesn't want to be controlled which he feels Sarada is trying to do by butting in when it has nothing to do with her

The only reason Naruto even gets some respect is because he’s powerful and goes out of his way to be nice to him but he doesnt really like being told what to do by Naruto either but he knows that he has no choice in the matter since he stands no chance of escaping

Kawaki himself is not inherently bad nor does he hate people just for the hell of it, as Naruto said ‘dont you have any sense of sociability?’ to which Kawaki sarcastically replies ‘Hmph...unfortunately it was caused by my bad upbringing’ in reference to what Sarada said earlier

But we see Kawaki does have empathy since he did and does feel bad about breaking the vase and he is going out of his way to make it up to Boruto even though they dont exactly get along Kawaki IS capable of feeling remorse and compassion, he’s just traumatized and doesnt exactly have much experience socially

Bottom line is Kawaki is still very socially inexperienced and is always on edge and on the defensive never knowing when someone’s going to try and hurt him, he has serious trust issues and rightfully so so his treatment of Sarada shouldnt really have been a surprise and even Sarada herself doesnt feed into Kawaki’s insult [the way Boruto does] and just ignores it

If Sarada doesnt care and isnt fazed by the insult why’s the fandom? Sarada’s clearly capable of handling Kawaki, she isnt afraid of him nor does she back down from him and stands her ground

But I love how all the anti’s main argument is about the insult and zero potential when literally this happened after all that

When Sarada see’s Kawaki’s frightened reaction in dropping the vase from his PTSD she realizes Kawaki’s past might be more traumatic then she thought, seeing Naruto hug him and tell him he’s safe here also probably tipped her off to how much Kawaki was really struggling which is when this happened

Sarada tells Kawaki he can rely on her and come to her whenever since she too wants to be Hokage like Naruto is and as Hokage, it is their duty to be there for those in need which in this case is Kawaki

This shows Sarada’s change in attitude towards him from thinking hes just a rude jerk to seeing how frightened he really is, even after Kawaki was rude to her, in the end, she STILL offers to be there for him and to come to her if anything troubles him

Naruto even says that their friends now which Kawaki doesn't deny and just tells Naruto its none of his business ‘shithead’

Funny how he says this to Naruto even after he hugged and comforted him moments ago but its no big deal then right? Im done

I could go on with more panels and go more in-depth with my points but that honestly isnt necessary because the chapter spoke for itself, Kawaki is a very damaged kid with a terrible upbringing and because of it has terrible social skills but isnt a bad person and just wants freedom from those who wish to control and use him

His hostility towards Sarada was reconciled at the end and so was Sarada’s hostility towards him so really the whole ‘he was rude/insulted her!’ or ‘they hate each other!’ or my favorite ‘they have zero potential!’ arguments are all debunked within the chapter

Oh and about the zero potential thing, Sarada mentioning how she’s aiming to be the Hokage too shortly after Naruto hugged and comforted him after his panic attack seems like pretty clear potential to me

She’s basically saying she’s willing to be there for him the way Naruto’s there for him right now which is a pretty good set up for their relationship since Kawaki REALLY needs that support and comfort and most importantly security, if Sarada can offer him that then thats a pretty good start that could build up to something more

But we’re a long ways off from that so I dont even see the big deal yet but apparently anti’s just had to start BS accusing SS shippers of shipping KS because we think its like SasuSaku which I cannot stress enough it ISNT and the only ones who think they ARE is the anti’s themselves so I donno man

All Im sayin is I ship it because I see the potential bond there and I think most of the KS shippers do too, if your anti-KS thats fine but please stop the BS because we all know what its really about

[vortexlnfinitum]

ramblings about theo yeeee

01. What does your character’s name mean? Did you pick it for the symbolism, or did you just like the way it sounded?

- licherally the only reason i picked the name theodor is because its cartman’s middle name (theodore with an e tho) and i liked how it sounded😔 i just wanted an oc named theo. victor comes from victor frankenstein, another (now horror related!) name ive liked. wolfram is obvs reference to him being a werewolf, and since i had “german names” theme with him and his siblings, i took a lil help from googl to find german surname that had wolf in it lol.

02. What is one of your character’s biggest insecurities? Are they able to hide it easily or can others easily exploit this weakness?

- missing tail. feels “incomplete” as a werewolf, doesnt feel like he fits in with his family. its a bit shallow insecurity of his, but really its more than that to him. obvs not hideable.

03. What would be their favorite physical trait about themselves?

- prolly his arm muscles.

04. What are their favorite traits about their lover? (one psychological and one physical)

- his kindness and his eyes :3c

05. Are they sexually confident or more of the shy type?

- oh definitely more confident type.

06. Do they have any hobbies that their lover finds unusual, odd, or otherwise annoying?

- uhhhhhhh, idk? not rly ig?

07. Is there a catchphrase or sound that they tend to make a lot (likely without being aware of it)?

- does a lil growl when annoyed. awoo habit.

08. What is, perhaps, their biggest flaw? Are they aware of this or oblivious to it?

- used to be more selfish, but things happened, had to take care of his family. is still a bit selfish, but not as much as he used to.

09. Do they have a favorite season? What about a favorite holiday?

- winter, dislikes hot weather. doesnt rly have any favorite holidays.

10. Is your character more feminine or masculine?

- masc.

11. What is something that would make your character fly into a rage?

- hurting his younger siblings, especially robin.

12. Is there some particular talent, skill, or attribute that they simply could not give up?

- uhmmm uuuhhhh, s-sports??? IDK SDHFH.... he likes to be in shape.

13. What are your character’s sleeping habits? Heavy or light sleeper? Blanket stealer? One that always rolls onto the floor? Pushes their lover onto the floor? Sleep talker or walker?

- light sleeper, wakes up easily. peaceful sleeper, but takes a lot of space.

14. Do they live alone or with family? How do they feel about their family/roommates?

- oh boy. during his teenage years he rarely spent any time at home. mostly just slept there, but other than that, his family never really saw him. during college years he was roommates with his friends diego, markus and toby. partied a lot with diego and markus, much to toby’s annoyance. all in all theo loved living with his best friends for few years. after theo’s parents died, he now had to spent more time at home so his siblings would stay together and grow up together in the same houshold. this time was a bit hectic to theo, lots of bad stuff happened all at once, but he did his best for his siblings, since they had no one else to rely on. during this time he started to reconnect with his siblings more and was (and still is) very protective of them. one of his younger siblings started dating a vampire (theo has a...beef with vampires), and he was against it at first. hearing about the vampire’s family situation he, hesitantly, agreeded that he could stay at their house. actually grew up to love the vampire like his own younger siblings. they still bicker time to time. after all of his siblings moved out (when they were old enough), he started living with his husband and their two kids. loves all of them very dearly and wouldnt change his life to anything.

15. Is there a certain person in this world that they cannot stand? The very mention of this person’s name makes them tremble with anger or fear.

- (used to be) mr. dracula, sir. used to fight with the guy during their school years. also theo got dracula’s at-the-time gf to sleep with him. dracula wasnt happy about it. years later tho dracula married one of theo’s closest friends and nowdays they’re in better terms.

16. Is your character the athletic type or more of a couch potato? What are some sports/games that they like?

- athletic! loves sports! any kind really! is especially keen on running and lifting. also likes soccer.

17. Does your character have dreams of getting married and/or having children?

- You betcha! and his dreams got true thanks to one special lizardman.

18. What kind of home would they want to live in? Where would they place this abode?

- ive always pictured he was the one who stayed at his family’s house. it was a place he used to... well, hate is a strong word, dislike? After getting more responsible the place soon became very dear to him tho.

19. Would your character be the kind to get into fights? (physical or verbal) Would they be a good fighter or cave in rather easily?

- Used to get into physical fights during his teen/younger adult years. I’d say he’d be a good fighter, wouldnt give up easily, but has gotten his ass beaten few times too.

20. Does your character like animals? What are some of their favorite animals? Would they want pets? What about mythological creatures?

- well i mean. he /is/ an animal lol. kind of. doesnt really care for animals.

21. What is one of your character’s biggest fears? How would they react when dealing with this fear?

- losing people around him, especially his family/closest ones. actually lost his parents when he was 21, and he didnt take it well. it was hard time for him, didnt really have any time to mourn his parents. it was a touchy subject for him many years, if asked about it, hed avoid the question or try to change the subject.

22. What kind of tattoos, piercings, birthmarks, freckles, and other such unique physical features do they have?

- been thinking about giving him a tattoo, idk just what kind of yet.... other than that, i dont think he has any?? unique physical features.... missing tail lol.

23. What is your character like when it comes to school? What subjects are they good/bad at? Do they get in trouble a lot or are well behaved?

- ah, troublemaker. the only subjects he was good at were sports and home economics. only teacher who he respected was the school’s headmaster, mauno.

24. In their own words, how would your character describe what their lover is like?

- theo talks about him very softly or very hornily. two moods. lots of talking about his body. gsdfg. Talking about how kind and hard working he is! how beautiful he is inside and out and how he could get lost in his eyes forever. and how good he is in bed lool.

25. Is there something traumatic from your character’s past that greatly affects them even to this day?

- parents’ death. affected him for many years, but got over it/accepted it.

26. What is their lover like sexually? How do they feel about their lover’s quirks, needs, etc?

- hehe, inexperienced. theo finds it very cute, and teases him a lot about it.

27. If your character was going to get arrested, what would be the most likely reason for it?

- started a street fight or smthn hfhfs. lil vandalism mby.....

28. If your character became a celebrity, what would they be famous for?

- mmm, pro athlete......

29. What is one of the most courageous things your character has ever done for a loved one?

- litreally few time loops, no big deal.

30. When it comes to the arts (music, film, theater, etc), what does your character like?

- hm.... hes not rly artsy guy.. his sister plays drums tho, hes very encouraging of that!

31. Would your character be the kind capable of killing? Would they enjoy killing or only use it when necessary or, perhaps, refuse to kill no matter what?

- I think he’d be capable of killing. I mean, he’d have the strength for it. Wouldnt kill anyone tho nor would he enjoy it.

32. If your character’s lover offered to take them out on a dream date, what would they want to do?

- dinner date! either going out or make something special together.

33. If your character wanted to be alone, where would they go?

- hmm, younger years, maybe a bar. nowdays, idk! mindlessly going out for a jog mby!

34. Does your character have favorite foods? (breakfast, lunch, dinner, dessert, snacks, etc)

- anything his husband makes.

35. Is your character afraid of death? If they got to choose how to die, how would they want to go?

- somewhat. sudden/unexpected deaths especially. if he got to choose, hed choose something peaceful and/or something thats not painful.

36. Does your character have any medical conditions? Are they serious or minor? Do they affect their day to day life?

- nope!

37. What are some of your character’s pet peeves? What are some things that annoy them or disgust them?

- eating mouth open. people interrupting him, but i think he sometimes is quilty of this too.

38. What kind of weather does your character like? Cloudy skies, rainy days, sunshine, etc?

- cloudy and cold. enjoys cold weather more.

39. When people look at your character, is there some assumption they might make about them just by appearance? Is that assumption correct?

- He has somewhat of a mean looking face. And he was this! He was a bit mean, bad boy during his teen years. Family life made him kinder.

40. Does your OC have any guilty pleasures they enjoy? Hobbies, past times, music, etc that they wouldn’t want known by others?

- hmm!!! i need to think of this, i dont think he has any rn, but i defo need to give him some.

41. Does your character’s family affect your character in any way?

- Spent so so many years avoiding them. When his youngest sister was born (when he was ~19) he started to reconnect with his family. And after his parents died, and he was left with five siblings to take care of, they became the most important thing in his life. hed do anything for them and he was super protective of them.

42. Is there anything in your character’s past that they regret, haunts them, or they wish they could change?

- ^ not being the “bad son” he was, and actually got to spent his younger years with his parents/family.

43. Does your character have a switch that changes aspects of their personality whether they are around friends, family, etc. Is there someone who gets to see their true self?

- Around his friends he’s more outgoing and kind of rebellious. playfights with them a lot. Around his siblings hes caring, responsible and kind. around his husband hes all of this.

44. Is there a particular event that would emotionally devastate your character?

- oh yknow. he has gone through it already.

45. Is your character the kind to hide their true emotions or do they wear their heart on their sleeve?

- used to hide them. still kind of does, but is more open with his husband and oldest younger sibling.

46. What is some random affectionate thing that your character always does to their lover?

- nuzzles him in bed. bites him a lot....

47. Is your character outgoing? Would they be the leader of the friend group, or the quiet one that gets dragged along?

- yes! very outgoing! and he is more of a leader type!

48. Is there anything in particular that would ignite your character’s jealousy? Or does your character not get envious?

- his friends lusting after his husband gshdfhd. Used to get very jealous when hearing about happy families.

49. What is something that your character has nightmares about? Are these frequent? Do they heavily affect your character’s mood?

- Maybe something involving his parents... them not being proud of him or smthn... Losing his family members. if these nightmare’s were to affect his mood, he’d be grumpier.

50. If your character confessed love to their crush, boyfriend, girlfriend, etc, what would they say?

- he did. he just. blurted it out, really straightforward. he was panicking and it was the last thing he wanted to say before losing the crush tm, so he did. ended up NOT losing him! yay!

[roseamongroses]

Antithesis: “a babe, a snack, a f-cking heart attack”

[Specific-Summary]:  They should expect growing pains. For not everything to feel right or make sense. That doesn't mean it'll always hurt, nor does it mean they can't have fun along the way. It's senior year. Everything may be different. It won't be senior year for long. Everything will be okay.

[General Warnings]: Implied Emotional Abuse, Implied Physical Abuse, Bad Parents are Bad Parents, Mild Sexual Content/jokes,Mentioned Homophobia, Mentions of underage drinking (backround), Some Catcalling,Cursing , Self Hate,implied pregnancy talk/inability to become pregnant, adults arguing where the “kid” can hear it, adults drinking, 

[Tags/mood:] highschool au,  fluff and angst but its all good, chat fic, teen stress, its flordia no snow we die like men [Pairing:] Roceit (Roman Sanders/ Deceit Sanders), hinted future/possible logince/roloceit/loceit [Characters]Roman Sanders/Deceit (Dmitri) Sanders, Virgil Sanders, Logan Sanders, Patton Sanders, Remy (Sleep) Sanders, Nate Sanders, Dragon Witch (Diana) Remus “The Duke” Sanders (minor/brief)

(Ao3) (Previously) (8) (9) (10) (11) (12) (13) (14) (15)(16) (17) (18) (19)

(20) (21)

D: [Picture of Roman and Logan cuddling asleep. Jpeg] Aw what a lovely couple

R: s h ut u p sh ut u p

D: Hey you were the one who said it was ok to make fun of your crush

R: I SAID THERE WAS NOTHING TO MAKE FUN OF BECAUSE I DIDNT AND DONT HAVE A CRUSH

R: ok i might have said to not bring it up to his face again but that was not an admission of anything deeper then standard thirst ok

R: deeeee yyou’re not responding and your silence wont make me talk

D: Oh I was getting the evidence

[Screenshot. Jpeg]

D: Huh… That seems pretty soft and gay for “standard thirst” don’t you think?

R:....

R: YOU MENTION SOMEONES CHUBBY CHEEKS ONCE. ONCE.

D: It was more then once {Screenshot Montage. jpeg]

R: he has a lovely smile ok!!! And all those dimples and his moles byg od!!!i can appreciate friends!!!

D: and I have beautiful piano hands you think were sculpted from the finest porcelain and should be protected but alright just a friendly friend thing to constantly be thinking about

R: why must youl punish me for speaking the truth????

D: it's apart of the job <3

D: but yeah we all know you dont have a hand fetish or a smile fetish you were just raised on a diet of shakesphere and disney

R: you know,,, boyfs usually don’t yah know e nc oura ge this HYPOTHETICAL behavior

D: I mean if it was someone like Remy then yeah I’d have some issues D: But it’s L so it’s all good

R: remy isnt that bad!!! yall be petty!!!

D: That’s Why We’d Have Issues D: If I have to share I’d at least liked to enjoy the other person’s company

R: thats almost sweet

D: I try

R: speaking of trying… this weekend?? you free???

D: If this has anything to do with a birthday present I Dont Want then I’m suddenly busy with homework

R: lies lies lies lies lieeeeeessssss you barely do homework

D: ;)

R: but really i told you im not getting you a physical gift but we can still go on a date!!!

D: mm sounds like you treating me and thats Illegal and suspicious

R: nope! I want a date! It's entirely for selfish reasons!!!no selflessness here!!! And if we just so happen to end up at one of those stuffy art museums you like or a book signing or two then well dang i guess???

D: what are you planning

R: it's a date!!a cute little date k!!! So you down?

D: Perhaps

R: yee boy

D: If you drive me there <3

R: SLIMY

D: Snakes do not have slime ™

R: yet here we are

D: So?

R:alrigh fuckin bet lets do it

D: Wai D: t wha

---

“Happy birthday!” Roman cheered, crashing into Dmitri.

Without looking up, Dmitri easily caught Roman in his arms, “My birthday isn’t for two weeks,” he sighed, his exasperation being melted as Roman nuzzled him further.

“Mmm shut up,” Roman dragged Dmitri behind him in the parking lot, the school bell ringing, “We had a deal so stop pouting,” he said, sing-song.

“It’s not a pou...Then why are we going to my car,” Dmitri said, expression souring and no it wasn’t a pout, he does not pout--

“Because, ” Roman said, expression sly in the way that always made Dmitri’s stomach flip, “You’re a babe, and I love you dearly, but Virgil’s car is his baby and some lines aren’t meant to be crossed.”

“Uh,” Dmitri ignored his blush, “Noted.”

-

“I’m surprisingly in one piece,” Dmitri said as they got out, “With all those cute faces you make when concentrating it was a wonder I got out alive.”

“Shut up!” Roman shoved him lightly.

Dmitri caught his hand swinging it between them, “Where are we anyway?” he vaguely recognized the park.

It was one of the smaller ones around, with it’s old, weathered playground blending almost seamlessly with the unruly trees. The discarded toys and cracked pavements so achingly familiar that he had to second guess whether or not he actually could hear children laughing.

Roman looked up at him, lips quirked, “Don’t you remember? It’s where we first met,”

“But we met in 8th--” he stopped as something clicked, his hand drifting to his scar automatically, “Huh, church camp?” he looked at Roman curiously, “There were a dangerously high amount of kids who went there, how did you even know me?”

“We were...always the last kids picked up,” Roman said, "Virgil and I always had each other or Remy to keep each other company, but you…” he got a faraway look and he rubbed his arms self consciously, “You always looked so... lonely...I guess I never really forgot.”

Dmitri sighed pushing a stray curl from Roman’s face, “You’re so sappy,” Dmitri murmured with a fond look, effectively pulling Roman back down to earth.

He didn't bother to linger on the memories for too long, instead pulling Roman along gently, “Let’s see if those rusty swings still work, eh?”

----

“Stop fidgeting,” Roman whined, the flower crown falling limp in Dmitri’s hair. Dmitri continued to ignore his request, choosing to press his face into Roman’s stomach, much to their distress.

“How do you expect me to just ignore such a fuckin’ snack?” Dmitri said, muffled in Roman’s skin.

Sure the ground pressed into him at an uncomfortable angle, but Dmitri had the important job of figuring out if that was a new freckle he spotted. He planned on being thorough. Roman eventually relented to the very important investigation, dandelions falling to the wayside as Dmitri shifted him onto his back.

Even when Roman managed to reluctantly bat him away, Dmitri still looked mighty pleased with his new spot between Roman’s thighs.

“Having fun?” Roma drawled, resigned.

“Always,” Dmitri’s immediately said. He cupped Roman’s face, hair falling in waves around them as he leaned down.

“Mmm,” Roman hummed, the air warm, “Do you want your real birthday gift now?”

Dmitri’s eyes narrowed, “Roman…” he said, warningly.

“Hush,” Roman said, no whine in his tone. Instead, it was of calm reassurance, “I didn’t buy you anything. I just got a bit nosy…”

“What do you…”

“I talked to a few old friends who knew Emile--”

Dmitri stiffed, pulling back, “-- he left without a word, he fucking hates--this town.”

“Dmitri, let me finish,” Roman said softly, slipping a hand on their shoulder and sitting up, “I asked a few of his old friends, got in touch with him,” he explained, “He’s living with a few cousins in California, he’s doing well...and...and I asked him about you…”

“He fucking hates me.”

“No, he misses you.”

----

Dmitri slid into the driver’s seat before Roman could protest and soon enough they were driving back in silence.

It had been a long time since it’s been this...awkward between the two. Sure they have their quiet moments, but it was never like this…. Roman had never done well with silence, even if Dmitri seemed to thrive in it.

Roman twisted his hands, forcing himself to speak, “Dee...I’m sorry if I overstepped your boundaries. I know it’s a sensitive subject,” he said.

Dmitri’s remained intently focused on the road, “You were being thoughtful, a prince as always,” he said with a smile.

That smile.

You know the one.

“That’s some god-awful bullshit,” Roman said, “You're angry.”

“Not at you,” Dmitri said, far too quickly.

“It’d be okay if you were,” Roman said and Dmitri’s face faltered, “As much as you claim me to be faultless, that little conversation about boundaries applies to me as well. It’s your birthday gift, so it’s your choice what to do from here.”

“Does this...gift have a receipt…”

“It can if you want it to.”

“And if I…” Dmitri's voice cracked, but he continued, “If I don’t want it to…”

“I have his new number and you have all the time in the world. Don’t stress about it he’ll understand.”

Dmitri wanted to think Roman was lying. God, he wanted it to be a lie because the truth curled in his mouth like a foul aftertaste. It rose in him and consumed him completely.

He was afraid, so fucking-goddamn afraid.

He saved the number regardless.

---

@daflangstlairde

@ace-anx

@cataclysm-al

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dong si cheng ➵ innocence - p.1

 "48." The student answers, getting the answer right yet again. 

    "Jin Xaoxi, that's 20:0." My friend whispers to me. I shook my head in disbelief . How is that even possible? Since the beginning of the year one specific kid had raised his hand for almost every question and got every question that he had the chance to answer correct. My best friend, Lee Jing and I have been keeping track with tallies ever since a month into school. 

    His name is Dong Si Cheng. He never spoke other than to answer a question. When he was paired for a group project he did all the work himself without saying anything. I've never seen him do anything immoral ever. He seemed overall like a nice guy. In my eyes he was innocent. 

     He answered yet another question. "21:0." Lee Jing told me, adding another tally. 

    When class ended I collected myself and my stuff, and walked to my locker. While exchanging my books out and in, with Lee Jing at my side doing the same, another one of my best friends, Yukhei made his way over to us. "Guess what~" He slurs with a bright smile. "Qian Kun is having a party and he invited us to come." Lee Jing and I make eye contact. 

     "I don't know... " Lee Jing says unsure. "I don't trust Qian Kun." She puts her books in her locker. 

     "Come on, don't be a downer." Yukhei tells us, with a hint of aegyo in his voice. 

     "I'll go." I tell him, closing my locker. Normally, I wasn't someone who would attend parties but Yukhei had always wanted to go to one and he rarely got invited to these things. So I wanted to make him at least slightly happy for once. I look at Lee Jing to see what her final answer would be. Eventually, she gave in. Yukhei ended up giving us the details for the party. It was at 9 pm at Qian Kun's place. That's really all he knew, which was sketchy but Lee Jing and I decided not to question it. 

     9 pm rolled around. Lee Jing and I were at her place, getting ready for the party while waiting for Yukhei to pick us up. "Xaoxi." I hear Lee Jing say as she finished up her make-up. "Are you sure about this?" She asks me. I couldn't really bring myself to say yes, nor could I bring myself to say no. 

     "Yukhei really wants to go." I say whatever baloney would come to my head. "Might as well let him have a good time." I finish putting light make-up on before looking over at Lee Jing. She has a skeptical look on her face but she seemed to be biting her tongue. "You know, if you really don't want to go, you really don't have to. I'll just tell Yukhei you were feeling sick. " 

     Lee Jing nods. "Would you do that for me?" I nodded in certainty, I would never be one to push my friends into something like this, especially someone as fragile as Lee Jing. Lee Jing has been my friend since he beginning of college, when we got lockers next to each other we would see each other everyday so naturally we started talking and became each others first college friends. I was thankful for her, I had no one else by my side before we met at that time. Lee Jing thanks me, giving me a tight hug before helping me get ready. Eventually, it was time for me to go. 

     When I entered Yukhei's car and told him the lie I had made up he was disappointed but seemed to understand. That was the exact reaction I expected out of him so of course it worked. He drove us to party, blasting the club music he was overly into listening to. Naturally, we got there later than the others but no one really seemed to care. When we entered through the door there was music already pumping and drinking games being played like beer pong and never have I ever. People were dancing and talking and overall having a good time. Qian Kun ended up making his way over to us. 

     "You came." He shouts over the music. Yukhei slightly froze in place awkwardly. 

     I pat his back, prepping him up. "Thanks for inviting us. I'm sure we'll have a good time." I give Qian Kun an innocent smile before he ended up walking away. Yukhei let out a breath of relief when he was out of sight. I just smile up at him, not saying anything. 

     "I'm going to go get some snacks, okay?" I tell him. "You stay safe." I ended up making my way to the kitchen, letting myself indulge in the snacks laid on the counter, eating some cheese pretzels and fruits. My eyes landed on the alcohol laid next to the fruits. There were cold beer cans, large vodka bottles, whatever you could think of. The only non-alcoholic drinks there was water bottles, which I assumed was for sobering up if needed. I felt my phone vibrate in my purse against my side. I pulled it out seeing my mother's called ID. I thought ignoring it until I made the decision that I would never ignore my mother. So I answered. 

     "Xaoxi" My mom answers the phone with. "Did you get all your homework done?" She asks immediately. 

     "Yes mom." I answer. 

    "What are you doing now? " 

    "I'm in my dorm studying." I saw while trying to find a quiet space to talk to her. 

    "Why is your music so loud? What are you actually doing?" 

    I found my way inside the bathroom, closing the door tight. " I'm studying, I just told you that." 

    "Yeah, okay. Whatever you say. I'll leave you alone now." She sounded annoyed. Then again, she always did. I got ready to hang up the phone before heading her voice again. "Hey Xaoxi. " 

    "Yes Ma?" I ask, curious to what she was going to say. 

    "Don't smoke, okay? It's bad for you. No alcohol either. And don't get pregnant. " She continued to add to list of do's and dont's until eventually I hung up on her. 

     When I walked out the bathroom and back to kitchen I saw someone who I didn't expect to see. There was group of four boys including Qian Kun and Yukhei, watching Dong Si Cheng try to down two large bottles of vodka at once. I was astounded, of all people to be doing something like that. He had the alcholic liquid running down his chin, staining his shirt, the boys hooting and hollering. 

     I went back to my snack eating until Qian Kun called me out. "Jin Xaoxi." He says, grabbing my attention. "You should try." I looked over at Yukhei who seemed to silently gesturing me not to. I thought about my mother's words and how disappointed she would be. Though, I also thought about how disappointed she already was in me. Fuck it. I agreed. 

    Qian Kun and Dong Si Cheng each got a bottle for me, opening them and putting each in my two hands. I took a deep breath, lifting my head up slightly, downing the two bottles. I felt some of the liquid oozing down until I was finished with both bottles, I place the bottles down on the counter next to me wipping off the alcohol I could. All five of us ended up doing it at the end, being the smallest and female, I was the most intoxicated. Everyone but Dong Si Cheng and I ended up leaving the room to go dance with other party goers. The two of us sat in silence for awhile, just drunken groans. 

     "Where are you going tonight?" Dong Si Cheng asked, his words slurred.

    "I don't know yet." I gave him an answer easily, what was I talking about? I was going back to Lee Jing's place. I knew that though I couldn't control my words. 

     "Do you want to fuck?" 

     What? What did he say? I asked him. 

     "Let's go to my place and fuck." He confirms what I thought he said. 

     "Oh, you're quite the whore."  I ended up telling him. 

     "Are you up to it or not?" He seemed impatient. I leaned forward drunkenly, before nodding my head. He stood taking my by the wrist dragging my behind him to his car.