#so I genuinely don’t know who would win in an arm wrestle

[buckyisonfire]

Fellas

FELLAS. These are great ideas. But I’ll do you one better;

Undyne and Saxton Hale

[moutainrusing]

rumour mill

See, Sirius was terrified out of his mind to confess his feelings for Remus. Even though it was definitely about time; he’d been talking James’s ear off for years at this point. In all fairness, James had been talking Sirius’s ear off about Lily for far longer than that, except as James smugly pointed out, and much to Sirius’s resentment, James had actually confessed to Lily.

This led to a wrestling match over who was the bravest. After around ten minutes, James captured Sirius’s arm between his legs and twisted it upwards until Sirius was yelling, “Fine! I give up, you win, now get off me!” (Mary had walked into the dorm looking for Peter, but with wide eyes and a traumatised expression, she’d backed out immediately, muttering about how they should lock the door. Honestly, it was just a typical brawl, some people genuinely had no guts.)

“Ha!” James cried victoriously. “I’m braver, I confessed to Lily, and you’re just a pathetic pining loser!” Jabbing Sirius in the stomach, he teased, “Zero. Guts.”

“I said get off,” Sirius grumbled petulantly, shoving James away just to collapse on top of him again. “I just can’t,” he whined miserably, tracing erratic patterns along the side of James’s body. Thinking of actually speaking to Remus about how whenever Sirius was within his vicinity, his heart lodged in his throat, would probably cause his heart to leap out of his throat, flailing around on the floor at Remus’s feet like a dying fish, gasping to swim in Remus’s bloodstream as if that were its only survival.

“Hey,” James gently took Sirius’s agitated hand between his own, caressing the skin until the shaking stopped. “You can, I know you can. You can do anything you put your mind to, Padfoot.”

Sirius grouched, “Don’t wanna put my mind to it.”

James squeezed his hand.

Sirius rolled his eyes, “Fine, I do. And I know he likes me back. Well, I think he likes me back.”

James snorted, “He’s head over heels for you.”

Sirius blushed, but shrugged it off, “Not as much as I am for him.”

“Oh, it’s equal alright,” James nodded sagely. “S’why you’re perfect for each other.”

Sirius buried his head in James’s thigh, unable to respond. He had so many reasons for why he and Remus weren’t perfect for each other, but no matter what, James would always argue against them. If Sirius expressed any misgivings, James would brush them away, as if he were the wind carrying Sirius’s worry to the other side of the world, but even there, Sirius’s worry would still exist. James didn’t get it, and if Sirius conveyed his concerns, it would be a never-ending back and forth of how his concerns were meaningless, but they meant something to him, but they shouldn’t, but they did, and James would drive himself in spirals for not being able to help Sirius, but nothing could help Sirius, his worries just existed.

It wasn’t something to fix. They could be lessened, but they could never be fixed. They could be vented about, but then James would try to return a solution. What if Sirius just wanted to rant for no reason?

- - -

“Ooh, dorm hug!” Peter smiled as he entered, collapsing on the floor next to James. Wrapping an arm around him, he sighed, “I’m exhausted; Mary needed Divination help, but it involved so much searching in the library - we needed five books - and then it turned out the Divination was based on Astronomy, so we had to look through Astronomy books, and now tonight we have to climb all the way up to the tower in order to see the Hercules constellation, which is apparently going to predict our future for the next three years if we look at it through purple lenses. Oh, this homework is also due in two days, I wasn’t there in the lesson, and Mary didn’t even tell me until now!”

That was what Sirius meant by ranting for no reason. It wasn’t about finding a solution, it was just about ranting. But James didn’t know that, and as expected, Sirius looked up to see James opening his mouth to provide Peter with a solution—

“POTTER!” Lily burst through the door, pausing for a brief second to glance at the three of them all curled up on the floor. Sirius thought he saw her smile fondly, but it vanished the second she looked at James. “You,” she wrinkled her nose, “are supposed to be in detention right now. With me,” she added begrudgingly.

“Oh!” James leaped off the floor, causing Sirius and Peter to roll towards each other. In shared misery, they slumped into one another, Sirius giving Peter a commiserating pat on the shoulder for his Divination struggle.

“I am honoured to have you overseeing my detention, Prefect Evans!” James gushed, following Lily out of the dorm. “In fact, this is a reward rather than punishment, that I get to gaze upon your radiant face for a whole hour…”

“You’ll be writing lines, Potter.”

“While you watch me…”

Peter and Sirius burst into laughter. When they settled down, they were slumping again. Peter poked Sirius’s side, “You know why I’m moping, what about you?”

“Remus,” Sirius sighed.

“Ah,” Peter replied.

“Yeah. It’s just, what if something goes wrong? Sure, I want to date him, but I love being his friend; that’s everything to me. Plus, friendship is superior to romance, I don’t wanna fuck that up just for a snog. I love being in his presence and breathing in the same air as him and listening to his voice and his thoughts and staring at him. I need his friendship, I want to date him. There’s a difference, y’know.”

“Yeah,” Peter patted his shoulder. “I know.”

Sirius smiled. “I know you know.”

Sirius kept talking, and Peter listened. Peter began talking, and Sirius listened. They didn’t go to each other for help, but for this.

- - -

Tossing and turning in bed, Sirius felt his thoughts fluctuating back and forth too, his brain flipping in his skull like a pancake, flopping and rising, pulling this way and that, should he do this or should he do that?

“Paddy foot,” James sang, climbing into bed beside him. “Padfoot, madfoot, sadfoot, radfoot—”

“Shut up, forkhead,” Sirius swatted him. His eyes glinted in the dark, and in an exaggerated accent he sang, “Forkhead, fockhead, fuckhead—”

James gasped, “Language!”

“Shut. The fuck. Up.”

“You shut the… frick up,” James retorted. Sirius snorted, and James muttered, “Swearing’s bad, okay?”

Sirius raised an eyebrow while James flushed. “Anyway,” he tried to change the subject. “Oh, yeah! You were being really noisy, flapping around on your bed like some kinda whale, mate.”

“I’m not a whale,” Sirius protested.

“Aw, it’s okay, my great big humpback,” James cooed. Sirius shot him a withering look, which also read as, what the fuck? James ignored him, continuing, “So now you’re fine with being a whale, what else is up?”

“Think I’ll confess to Remus,” Sirius whispered.

James lit up with excitement immediately, throwing his arms around Sirius. “That’s amazing,” he mumbled into Sirius’s shoulder, grin stretched across his face and pressing into Sirius’s skin as if permanently imprinting itself there.

- - -

“Okay,” Sirius clapped his hands. “This is the plan. While Remus is in the library, I’ll stand up on a table and yell, ‘I’M IN LOVE WITH REMUS,’ to everyone in the Great Hall. Then, the gossiping will start until it spreads to Remus, and he’ll know I’m in love with him! It’s flawless.”

“Er—” Peter shrugged. “Sure.”

“It’s so romantic,” James swooned. “He’ll come up to the dorm for clarification and you can be there holding his favourite chocolate while you tell him all the rumours were true, it’s adorable,” James squealed.

“Right?” Sirius agreed, jumping up and down next to James. It also meant that he didn’t have to admit it directly to Remus’s face - he could ease himself into it. First, rumours. Then, the truth. It would also ease Remus into it, make Remus’s perpetually overthinking brain more open to the idea that Sirius actually liked him back. First, rumours. Then, the truth.

- - -

“I’M IN LOVE WITH REMUS!” Sirius yelled from the top of a table. The whole hall froze for a second, before the chattering increased by tenfold.

Sirius felt goosebumps break over his skin, wobbling slightly as the nerves took hold of him again, but he maintained his position, standing atop a table with his chin jutting out, ruler of the whole rumour mill.

“Sirius Black!” McGonagall’s shrewd voice cut through the crowd. “Get off the table!”

He saluted her lazily, then nodded at James. “JIMMY BOY!” He took a running leap at him, landing wrapped around James’s body. Kissing his cheek, Sirius dramatically gushed, “Thank you, my dear saviour.”

James rolled his eyes while Peter laughed, and a few students looked at them curiously, muttering to their friends.

- - -

“Oh, chocolate,” Remus smiled as he entered the dorm, accepting the gift from Sirius’s outstretched hand. “Thanks, Pads.”

Sirius hesitated, “…No problem, Moons.”

Remus eyed him strangely, before addressing the whole dorm, “Are James and Peter here?” Upon hearing their names, the two opened the curtains around their beds.

“Yeah…?” James looked between Sirius and Remus. Peter and James had wanted to give them privacy for whatever confession they’d need to make, so why was Remus asking for all of them?

Grinning, Remus flopped onto his bed and sat up with gesticulating hands, “So, I was in the library, as usual, but then people were coming up to me asking if we’re all in a polycule? It’s pretty funny, they think ‘cause we’re so touchy, we’re now in a relationship?” he laughed. “Oh, and apparently we gaze at each other lovingly all the time,” Remus snorted. “We’re just the epitome of platonic love, so much that it’s borderline romantic.”

Sirius coughed, “I—”

“What—”

“That makes sense,” Peter agreed.

They looked at Peter incredulously. He raised his hands in defence, “I just agree to everything, okay?!”

James sighed, “Yes, and we love you for it.” He paused. “Oh… we do say ‘I love you’ quite a lot, don’t we?”

“Oh, yeah…” Sirius realised.

“Well, apparently we’re so madly in love with each other, the whole school knows. A couple Hufflepuffs were discussing the ways in which we shag while McGonagall was walking past, and y’know her usual no-nonsense, unreadable expression? I saw it crack,” Remus shook his head as if all was lost, his laugh almost sounding like a sob. “I had to shake my head at her like, no, of course that’s not true, and I can’t believe they’re discussing our sex lives!” he complained, digging the heels of his palms into his eyes.

“It’s okay, Moony,” James clambered into the bed, Peter and Sirius following as they wrapped their arms around him.

“Yeah, some people still know the truth about your non-existent sex life, don’t worry,” Sirius reassured him.

“Like you can talk,” Remus swatted him pathetically.

“You know,” Peter hummed thoughtfully, “really, this calls for a celebration.”

“What?” Remus whipped his head towards him. “You want to celebrate the fact that people think we’re fucking?”

“Language,” James muttered hopelessly.

Peter hesitated, “I mean, if you want to celebrate that—”

“Pete,” Sirius whacked the back of his head. “You don’t need to agree to that, no one wants you to agree to that.”

“Oh, good,” Peter sighed. “No, Remus, of course we’re not celebrating that, you dumbarse.”

“Harsh,” Remus mumbled, while James carried on moping over the misuse of language.

Peter’s eyes widened, “Oh, sorry—”

“Get on with it, Wormtail!” Sirius interrupted.

“Right, yeah,” Peter nodded, “what I mean is, we should celebrate this new stage in our friendship!”

“That’s brilliant!” James cried, turning to Peter with large, adoring eyes. It did look like he was about to kiss him.

Sirius snapped his fingers, “What was it you said, Moony? We’re so platonic that we’re borderline romantic?”

Remus grinned at him, love written all over his face, “Yeah. Let’s celebrate that.”

“What if we were actually romantic?” Sirius pondered.

“Then the rumours would be true,” Remus shrugged, leaning into Sirius as Sirius leaned into James and James leaned into Peter and Peter leaned into Remus.

Sirius buried his face into Remus’s hair. He could make their relationship romantic later. Right now, the Marauders were everything already.

“So,” Sirius turned his head out of Remus’s curls to rest his cheek there instead. “How’re we gonna celebrate?”

The mischief alight in all of their eyes as the four of them grinned at each other was identical.

(for more: wolfstar microfics)

[decaydanceredacted]

was thinking abt bill bratting and what this would bring to him and his partners and i got a bit carried away. i don’t think he brats all the time, but a sometimes he needs the control ripped from him rather than given up willingly, needs to be put in his place by someone stronger than him. travies too gentle even when putting him in his place and he can't take pete seriously with the height difference, so im picturing like billcarden cuz ofc i am. theyre not dating and they dont have a very frequent dynamic with the whole being in the same band and working together thing, but its there when he needs it.

bill and carden fight a lot and at times genuinely don't like eachother, but sometimes bilvy needs to be made to let go and/or carden needs to get him to just LISTEN for once so they'll Play. maybe they had a rough day in the studio or at rehearsal or maybe bills just been a total bitch all day at home or on the bus whatever blah blah setup stuff cut to mike and bill wrestling on the floor for control & dominance. it's not some half-hearted fight on bilvys part where he 'wants carden to win in the end', he's using all his power to try and get out of mikes grip. bills boney and taller than carden, and his nails are longer, so he can thrash and scratch and elbow with some real power. but mike is stronger, has way more grip strength in his hands and more muscle in his arms and thighs.  he's one of few who can ever truly beat bill in a fight like this. sure, the fight hurts him, but in time he can get bill effectively pinned to the floor, arms twisted behind his back and legs immobilised under his bodyweight. bilvy's still thrashing and trying to buck carden off, trying with all his might to get strength back into his limbs and his teeth trying to find purchase on mikes arm. all attempts are unsuccessful, but he’s not gonna give in that easy and they both know it.

'god, you're such a bitch about this. can you just fucking stay still?' mike says, waiting just a minute to figure out what bill needs. he switches his grip up so he can get his own belt off without losing his hold cause he can tell bills not at the point where he's gonna listen yet, so makeshift restraints are gonna have to do. bill hears, obviously, and the realization gets him to redouble his efforts in getting carden off and away from him. he doesn't budge, though. he holds bill down with more force, pulling bills arms up above his head and tying them the best he can. he pulls bills head off the ground by his hair and bill literally growls at him. tells him to get off and that he's a fucking dickhead, he's a disgusting pervert who doesnt deserve to touch him, that he's a fucking idiot because bills gonna get out and soo get him back, you know, the usual stuff. mike just pulls his hair harder before shoving his head roughly back into the carpet. okay, still fucking annoying then. 'you’ve got a loud fucking mouth on you, bilvy. gonna get you in real trouble one day. could you just shut up?' his voice is stern and mean, but there's a hint of softness that makes bill feel weird and squirmy. the urge to just give in, to listen to mike, to be good, enters his mind, but he fights it. he’s nobodys fucking dog and he doesn’t have to do shit.

he says as much, his cheek resting against the carpet beneath him as he glares at the wall. mike laughs, a sharp mean sound, and shifts his weight, shimmying down bills legs with a firm hand on bills back keeping him down. he pulls bills belt off, but leaves his jeans where they are. that's the unspoken agreement they've come to, no actual sex till bills more relaxed. he picks bills head back up and gives him a second to start spouting his shit again before he shoves three fingers into bills mouth and pushes down, opening his mouth further. he shoves part of the belt in before wrapping the rest around bills head and loosely tightening it around the back, careful not to get any hair trapped in the buckle because he'd never hear the end of it. he leans his head close to bills ear. ‘i asked you to fucking shut up.’ bill bites down as hard as he can against the faux-leather, trying his hardest to shout curses at mike, but they're all muffled and the belt doesn't give like he wants it to. the feeling of helplessness, of his voice being trapped by his own fucking belt makes him feel weak, which starts a whole string of thoughts. mike’s hardly even breathing heavily anymore, like taking him down didnt take all that much effort, while bills still tired and aching from the tussle. is he really that easy to tie down? maybe he should’ve fought back more, but it feels kind of good. he tests the belt around his wrists and finds it just as tight as before, and he starts to melt. his string of protests and curses tapers off, which carden notices. he feels himself relax.

'there we go. nice and quiet for me, huh?' he releases bills hair from his hold and watches his head flop back down. he gets off bills legs, though he keeps an arm over them as he flips bill over, not really wanting to catch a knee to the face. bill tries it, just once, but it's weak and his hearts not in it, so his leg barely moves. he melts further. carden finds himself smiling as moves to straddle bill and meets his eyes properly for the first time since they started. he doesnt look all there, but there’s still work to do. ‘yeah, that's what i thought.’ he says, mostly to himself. bill is off in his own head anyways, barely listening as he makes a last ditch effort to get ccontrol back off the part of his head that wants to let him relax. mikes hand reaches up to bills hair of its own accord without mikes saying so and tugs, hard but not mean, and bilvy groans against the belt. the smile on mikes face continues to grow, and he keeps one hand tightly gripping on bills hair as his other slowly trails down bills side. bill shudders minutely, feeling goosebumps raise under his shirt in its wake, and he finally gives up the fight when mikes hand grips his hip harshly, fingers digging into the denim. he feels himself fall completely, tension leaving his frame with a final sigh.

mike brings his face back up to meet bills, pressing a kiss against his lips, stretched awkwardly around the belt, and bilvy just lies there and takes it. he pulls back again and removes his grip from bills hair, smoothing it out before moving his arm up to pin bills arms to the floor tightly. ‘all done now? you ready be my good boy?’ mike asks quietly, voice soft and almost tentative, though he knows the answer. bill nods, slow and careful, like the movement is taking a lot out of him. ’oh i know, sweetheart, thank you. you don’t have to fight it anymore, yeah? i know what you need, bill, all you need to do is listen to me and i’ll take care of you.’ bill nods again and finds himself grateful for mikes hold on his arms, afraid he’ll float off and never come back without it. mike only gives simple commands as they get undressed, ‘hips up’ ‘spread your legs some more for me’ ‘relax’, things of this nature. the gag comes off at some point because mike likes hearing him and he knows bill doesnt want any more drool than necessary on his face. the sex is rough but slow, mike dragging it out as much as he can. he likes when bill begs him to speed up, to go faster, please, he’ll be good just pleasee please fuck me harder please, and bill likes how it makes him feel small. mike lets bill cum first, fucks him through the afterglow and into oversensitivity. bill tries to push him off for a few seconds before getting hushed by mike, ‘just take it, cmon, i know you can, you can be good.’ bill lets mike fuck him as long as he needs, finding comfort in being useful for mike, for being good and listening even when it hurts.

mike pulls out before he cums, splattering bilvys thighs milky-white before swiping two fingers through it. he brings them up to bills lips in a silent command, and bill takes them without a thought. ‘good boy, william.’ mike whispers, continuing the process until there’s nothing left to feed him. bill is half asleep by time they're done, only somewhat taking in the hushed praises and the movement of carden carrying him to his bed and wiping him down with a washcloth. it could take hours or seconds for him and mike to end up curled together in bed, he’d never know. he comes back a bit when carden starts combing his hair with his fingers, and opens his eyes a little. he thinks he says thank you, he tries at least, but carden just keeps running his fingers through his hair quietly so he's not sure. he’s alone when he wakes up.

I mean I’m normal about the billcarden dynamic and can restrain myself in the dcdr inbox. i meant it when i said i got carried away. sorry abt that. i dont know who wrote all this i think theres hackers in my computer. k bye. - sweat anon

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[paisholotus]

ᑕᕼᗩᑭTEᖇ FIVE

༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ Prince Of The Sea Huh? ༄ؘ

A/N: This mf long lol, but enjoy 🫶🏾🦋

Percy's Pov

The next few days, I settled into a routine that felt almost normal if you don’t count the fact that I was getting lessons from satyrs, nymphs, and a centaur. Each morning, I took Ancient Greek from Annabeth, and we talked about the gods and goddesses in the present tense, which was kind of weird. I discovered Annabeth was right about my dyslexia: Ancient Greek wasn’t that hard for me to read. At least, no harder than English. After a couple of mornings, I could stumble through a few lines of Homer without too much headache.

The rest of the day, I’d rotate through outdoor activities, looking for something I was good at. Chiron tried to teach me archery, but we found out pretty quick I wasn’t any good with a bow and arrow. He didn’t complain, even when he had to desnag a stray arrow out of his tail. Foot racing? No good either. The wood-nymph instructors left me in the dust. They told me not to worry about it. They’d had centuries of practice running away from lovesick gods.

But still, it was a little humiliating to be slower than a tree. And wrestling? Forget it. Every time I got on the mat, Clarisse would pulverize me. “There’s more where that came from, punk,” she’d mumble in my ear. The only thing I really excelled at was canoeing, and that wasn’t the kind of heroic skill people expected to see from the kid who had beaten the Minotaur.

But, I would say I was making at least one friend. I wasn't too sure about Annabeth yet, I honestly have a hard time trusting people. Besides, Grover, I had no one. But, the one person that was genuinely trying to get to know me was Selene.

We've been trying for capture the flag. She hasn't been using her powers so it would be even. But, I don't know, she was still alot skilled and stronger than me. But, to be fair alot were probably stronger than me right now.

If I'm going to be completely honest, I wasn't doing to good. But, Selene, didn't make fun of me or tried to push me too hard. She gave me firm encouragement. And, I could truthfully say I knocked her down a few times. But, she could tell I was still doubting myself.

"Stop, beating yourself up so much. Give yourself grace. Everytime you got knocked down you got back up, and that's what a hero does. It doesn't matter how many wins you had, what matters is you over tried your best each time without giving up. That is what makes a hero." She said, smiling, pulling me up from the ground.

I felt my cheeks get warm every time she gave me encouragement or just our simple touches. I think I liked her just a little more than I'd like to admit. I think I was developing a small crush for her. Which made me nervous, because I don't think she'll ever see me that way.

-Time Skip-

Chiron hammered his hoof on the marble. “Heroes!” he announced. “You know the rules. The creek is the boundary line. The entire forest is fair game. All magic items are allowed. The banner must be prominently displayed, and have no more than two guards. Prisoners may be disarmed, but may not be bound or gagged. No killing or maiming is allowed.

I will serve as referee and battlefield medic. Arm yourselves!” He spread his hands, and the tables were suddenly covered with equipment: helmets, bronze swords, spears, oxhide shields coated in metal. “Whoa,” I said. “We’re really supposed to use these?” Luke looked at me as if I were crazy. “Unless you want to get skewered by your friends in cabin five. Here—Chiron thought these would fit. You’ll be on border patrol.”

My shield was the size of an NBA backboard, with a big caduceus in the middle. It weighed about a million pounds. I could have snowboarded on it fine, but I hoped nobody seriously expected me to run fast. My helmet, like all the helmets on Athena’s side, had a blue horsehair plume on top. Ares and their allies had red plumes. Annabeth yelled, “Blue team, forward!”

We cheered and shook our swords and followed her down the path to the south woods. The red team yelled taunts at us as they headed off toward the north. I managed to catch up with Annabeth without tripping over myequipment. “Hey.” She kept marching. Selene grabbed my shoulder, as she urged me to keep walking.

"You have to keep up. Remember our training, you have to show them how you were able to kill a Minotaur. Remember why you're here, I can't always help you. You gotta believe how strong you are Percy." She said, smiling, patting my shoulder and walked up to Annabeth.

I took a deep breath and nodded following after them.

-Time Skip-

Selene's Pov

Annabeth stood watching Percy and Clarisse. I tried to intervene but Anna stopped me. I then realized I truly couldn't help him even if I really wanted to. Because, how can a person truly learn if they always have someone to rescue them.

“But see, we don’t care about the flag. We care about a guy who made our cabin look stupid.” one of Clarisse's siblings said. “You do that without my help,” Percy told them. It probably wasn’t the smartest thing to say. Two of them came at him. He backed up toward the creek, trying to raise his shield, but Clarisse was too fast. Her spear struck him straight in the ribs. If he hadn’t been wearing an armored breastplate, he would’ve been shish-kebabbed. As it was, the electric point just about shocked

To be honest I hated how Clarisse acted towards people. She is very much strong and sometimes undefeated, she will become a hero. But, everyone around her will hate her, just like they do now. I watched her now, fighting Percy as if she was trying to kill him. And, every time I tried to move Anna would grab onto my hand stopping me.

One of her cabinmates slashed his sword across his arm, leaving a good-size cut. Seeing his blood made me dizzy—warm and cold at the same time. It made me angry seeing him hurt. “No maiming,” he managed to say. “Oops,” Clarisse said. “Guess I lost my dessert privilege.”

He slowly stumbled into the creek, falling as Clarisse charged towards him, then suddenly something happened. He quickly stood up and fighting off her siblings one by one as if it was nothing. Anna and I stood there shocked.

Clarisse then lunged her spear at him, but him doged her catching her spear between his shield and sword snapping her spear in half like it was a twig. Anna and I gasped as we stood there with our mouth opened.

Gods.....

She screamed in anger as she ran towards him in full speed, but Percy knocked her down into the water, pointing his sword at her.

The other campers came out and it was over we had won. I looked over to Anna and whisper, "how did he do that?" She didn't answer me. She just kept looking at him like she knew something. I looked back towards Percy who drew his sword away from an angry hyperventilating Clarisse as she quickly got up from the water and walked away.

We all stared at Percy and suddenly all got quiet as we gasped.

Percy,” Annabeth said, pointing. “Um…” By the time I looked up, the sign was already fading, but I could still make out the hologram of green light, spinning and gleaming. A three-tipped spear: a trident. "My Gods....you mean." I whispered, smiling.

“Your father,” Annabeth murmured. “This is really not good.” she said, shaking her, making me chuckle at her. Only for her to roll her eyes at me.

“It is determined,” Chiron announced. All around me, campers started kneeling, even the Ares cabin, though they didn’t look happy about it.

“My father?” he asked, completely bewildered. “Poseidon,” said Chiron. “Earthshaker, Stormbringer, Father of Horses. Hail, Perseus Jackson, Son of the Sea God.

-Time Skip-

I walked up to Poseidon's cabin where Percy was and it was huge. He had a whole cabin to himself. I had a whole cabin here to myself too, but I barley used it. Alot of times I would sleep over with Annabeth. Being in a whole cabin to yourself is so lonely to me. But, I invited anybody to come to mine, I always tried to make people feel welcomed.

I walked in seeing Percy sitting on his deck. His feet dangling above the water. I slowly walked behind him and sat beside him making him look at me.

"So, Prince of the sea huh?" I giggled, as he looked back down at water. Frowning I slowly reached over and grabbed his hand, creating a glowing golden orb as it floated above his hand. He smiled softly and looked at me.

"Why are you so nice to me?" He asked. I looked at him confused, smiling and shrugged.

"Why wouldn't I be nice to you? I think you're pretty cool. Even after everything that has happened down to your mom, and coming here to the camp. You've been so strong. You probably haven't even had time to grieve what happened. And, now that you are Poseidon's son, they're probably gonna pick on you worse. But, I know you can handle anything. And from what I've seen today, I was right about you being strong as you are. And of course if you need someone to talk to I'm always here." I said, smiling sweetly at him.

He suddenly pulled me into a hug, shocking me. But, I hugged him back and smiled.

[schneesisterss]

Do you have any head cannons for the other Dimitrescu sisters? I loved your takes on Cassandra!

thank you! <3 and Of Course I have headcannons for the other two. (though not as extensive as the ones I have for Cassandra bc you know... brain rot) BUT HERE:

Daniela:

ADD/ADHD representation

stims include, but not limited to: jumping, hard blinking, leg bouncing, word/phrase/noise repetition, and fidgeting with her clothing

and i’m also CONVINCED she gets the zoomies at random times of the day

Alcina, hearing loud and fast footsteps up and down her hallway at 3am: *sigh* “Daniela! Take it outside!”

followed by a loud THUMP and painful groan (she definitely ran into a wall)

hates loud noises but simultaneously has no volume control

especially when she gets excited

Cassandra has to constantly remind her to lower her voice

“AND THEN I TOOK MY KNIFE AND STABBED THE LYCAN IN THE NECK AND IT WAS SO COOL—”

“Dani, i’m standing right here, why are you yelling?”

she loves play-fighting with her sisters

Cassandra is more willing to entertain her than Bela but the both of them like to see their sister happy. so whenever they recognize Daniela getting antsy they’ll wrestle with her a bit

(Cassandra gets way to into it sometimes and makes Bela be the referee lol. Cass always ends up pinning her younger sister with a proud, competitive smile on her face. Bela let’s Dani win, but we don’t tell her that)

has the keenest senses of the three which makes her the best at stalking/killing pray

and since she can hear the best out of all of them, she unintentionally eves drops on conversations

so Daniela, bless her, has all the tea

tactile learner

will just. touch things

“Life hard, Mothers gown soft”

can get trapped in her own head and doesn’t know how to express to her family what’s bothering her

this can make her very reserved at times and she’ll distance herself for days on end

her mother is really the only person who knows how to get her out of that state. Alcina walks up the long flight of stairs to the highest point of her castle. her youngest daughter likes to come here sometimes when she needs the quiet. “Daniela? Are you up here?”

“Hello, Mother.” Alcina looks up to see her daughter lounging on a banister high up on the ceiling.

“What are you doing up there, my love?” Daniela rubs the fabric of her dress between her fingers. “Cassandra and Bela were arguing again. I don’t like when Cassandra yells.”

Alcina shakes her head. Those two were always going at it. She’ll speak to Bela about it later. “I haven’t seen you in a few days.” Daniela then grabs a fist full of her dress and tugs at it, blinking hard. “Come down for a moment. Talk to me, baby.”

and Daniela simply rolls herself off the banister and into free fall. Alcina, already prepared, catches her with ease and holds her bridal style against her chest. Daniela runs her hands over the sleeve of her mother’s dress.

Alcina gave her youngest child time to gather her thoughts, knowing it sometimes takes longer for her to be able to understand them herself. Daniela finally spoke up: “It’s been very loud recently. Around the castle. Small things, like footsteps or glasses clicking, they sound so loud in my head.” She covers her ears with her hands. “Even now I can still hear Cassandras voice through the castle, it’s pushing in my ears. My head hurts, Mother.”

Alcina gave her daughter a quick squeeze before setting her down. “Follow me baby, I want to show you something.” Daniela followed her Mother through the twists and turns of the castle until they ended up at a door that was just like all the others. It blended in and maybe that’s why Daniela has never noticed it before. “In here.” her mother guided.

Inside was a small library and lounge room. A fire place tucked in the corner and, of course, a wall a wine next to it. Daniela looked at her Mother questioningly.

“Listen.” her mother said, and Daniela did. She heard... nothing. Nothing outside of the quiet cracking of the fire place. “This room is sound proofed. Come here whenever you feel overwhelmed.” She leaned down to stroke her daughters head. “Just don’t tell your sisters I showed you my secret getaway room.” and with a wink, the tall woman exited the room and shut the door behind her.

The next day Daniela was at breakfast like nothing had changed. She didn’t even mind when Cassandra yelled at a maiden for breaking a plate, it only made her laugh.

(if you get overstimulated you KNOW what i’m talking about)

personal space? never heard of her.

loves to cling to Belas arm and Bela let’s her bc she thinks it’s just. so cute.

will also sometimes just crawl into her mothers lap and fall asleep. then Alcinas like: “well.. i guess i’m not moving for three hours”

Daniela: “if I run an jump at Cassandra, she’ll most certainly catch me.” *takes off in a full blown sprint*

Cassandra: “NO IM HOLDING HOT TEA—” *drops tea to catch Daniela* *proceeds to cuss her younger sister out, all while Dani is wrapped around her like a koala*

(this happens a lot. Dani will just... climb on Cassandra. piggy back rides, getting on her shoulders, wrapping her hands around her neck from behind and letting her feet drag on the floor, etc. Cassandra complains adamantly but never once moves to get her off)

Cassandra: “hey Dani, I dare you too—”

Bela: “Mother said Daniela isn’t allowed to accept dares anymore.”

Daniela: “apparently I have ‘no regard for my personal safety.’”

it takes a lot for Daniela to get genuinely angry, but when she does, it’s.... bad.

Very Very Scary when mad

turns into a completely different person that you Do NOT want to fuck with

dangerous and violent

much more dark and sadistic as compared to her normal personality

came home one night covered in blood and laughing hysterically. it scared the shit out of her sisters bc if they would try and get close, she’d slash at them with her weapon.

(this was one of the only times Bela had seen Cassandra genuinely worried and afraid for their sister)

when Alcina came to see what was wrong, Daniela, still laughing madly, swung at her too. Cassandra quickly shot out her arm and grabbed Belas elbow to stop her from getting involved. Bela whipped around with a growl but Cassandras glare and squeezing nails told her to back down. Mother can handle it.

Insane Laugh™️

thinks it’s funny to intimidate the maidens by showing her fangs and snapping her jaw

she often likes to find Bela when she’s reading a book to convince her to read to her (Bela almost always complies)

that’s it for Daniela. just a hyperactive baby with a murder streak <3 ONTO THE FINAL SISTER

Bela:

Mama’s (and I cannot stress this enough) Girl

needs constant reassurance that’s she’s doing a good job and yes this reassurance can ONLY come from her mother

INSOMNIAC

this girl never sleeps, pls baby you need some rest

she spends the time she should be sleeping reading books or running errands for her mother (whether Alcina asked her to or not)

she has read almost every single book in their giant library

Cassandra doesn’t understand this at all

“Why are you always cooped up in here?” Bela glanced up over the pages of her book at her younger sister. “This is the library Cassandra. Take a wild guess.” her voice was completely level and had no inflection. Cassandra gritted her teeth, “You think your so much better than me.” Bela sighed and closed her book. She didn’t want to do this again. “No. I don’t.” she said seriously. Cassandra eyed her for a moment then looked away, Bela saw the guilt on her face before she turned on her heal. “You’re so boring.”

because she reads so much, she is incredibly smart and just knows facts about random things

Daniela, daydreaming: “I wonder why grass is green.”

Bela, immediately: “the pigment that most grasses produce, Chlorophyll, absorbs almost all blue and red light and reflects green light which is why we see green. so I mean, technically grass is every single color EXCEPT for green.

Dani, confused as fuck: ....

Cass: “Bitch, how do you even know that?”

Bela’s sisters just end up using her as Google

“Hey Bela, how far away is the moon?” “238,900 miles.”

“Hey Bela, how many different climates are there?” “Twelve”

“Hey Bela, what’s the worlds deadliest poison?” “Botulinum... why?” “No reason.” “Dani. WHY?”

“Hey Bela, how much can I sell a human skull on the black market for?” Bela, concerned: “Cassandra why would—” “HOW MUCH?” “Well... are all the teeth still in tact?” “...No.” “Than only about $500.” “FUCK.”

“Hey Bela, I have this weird rash on my back and—” “Daniela. Do not finish that sentence. Go ask Mother.”

she is so quiet

and not just because she doesn’t talk very loud or even much at all. she’s just So. Silent. when she moves

just pops up in random places without anyone hearing her approach

even Daniela can’t hear her coming, which is saying something

Cassandra, minding her own business, drinking blood tea: .....

Bela, suddenly right next to her: “Hey I was wondering if— stop screaming, it’s me— have you seen Mothers lipstick? It’s missing.”

refuses any type of help with anything or else she feels like she failed that task

Never asks for help, Never asks for favors, and Never Ever will burden her Mother with any of her problems. Ever.

(Alcina thinks this is ridiculous. her eldest daughter pushes herself too hard.)

Anxiety™️

sometimes when her anxiety becomes too much she shuts down and becomes very indifferent to things around her. this has caused many fights between herself and Cassandra because Cass will get really fired up when all Bela does is respond with a monotone voice and blank stare.

overthinks literally everything and is a perfectionist

this makes her prone to panic attacks :(

when this happens she shuts herself in her room, not wanting to bother her Mother or sisters

Bela closes her bedroom door behind her and stumbles to her knees. she can’t seem to get air into her lungs no matter how hard she tried. she had failed. Mother asked her to bring her the head of that stupid man-thing, but somehow he knew their weakness.

how could he know? are Cassandra and Daniela ok? where are they? where is Mother?

Belas breathing was shallow and short, her chest burns as she presses her forehead into the ground. She claws the skin of her chest raw, leaving angry, red marks behind, desperately trying to open her lungs.

she stays as quiet as she can, only gasping few and far between. she will not be a burden. she should deal with the consequences of her failure. alone.

a sudden knock on her door makes her scramble backwards on her bottom till her back hits the opposite wall. then Belas worst nightmare, her Mothers voice.

“Bela?! Bela, is that you?” Alcinas words were rushes and worried. the door handle jiggled. “Bela, baby the door is locked, please let me in.” Bela covered her mouth and cried silently while her Mother begged to be let in.

the sound of snapping wood had Belas eyes flying open, her Mother had broken down the door. Bela shrunk into herself. She’s going to be so mad. I’m a failure. the ringing in her ears became so intense she couldn’t hear anything else.

large, soft hands cup her cheeks and a muffled voice through the air: “Bela, my love, you’re alright thank god. Are you hurt anywhere? Let me see.”

Bela pushed weakly at her Mothers arms and said between sobs, “I-I’m sorry, M-Mother.”

Alcina looked at her eldest daughter with confusion, she had no physical wounds, but the look on her face was heartbreaking. “What are you sorry for, my love?” this only made Belas breathing spend up even more, her face red from the lack of oxygen. Alcina quickly pulled her in close.

“Now Bela, listen to the sound of my voice,” she said it gently but just hard enough to grab her daughters attention. “I need you to copy my breath. Do it now, love, listen to me. Do what i’m telling you to.” Alcina took exaggerated breaths and noticed that instantly after her command, Bela had tried to follow, but the smaller girls breath was still choppy and small. Alcina rubbed a thumb across Belas cheek. “You’re doing so well baby. Keep going just like that. Good girl.” a smaller hand was placed on her arm and grabbed at her sleeve. “Good baby, use me to ground yourself. Keep breathing now, you’re doing so good.” Alcina kept whispering soft encouragements and praises until her daughters breathing was back to normal and she was laying limp on her chest.

Alcina moved the hair away from Belas face. “What a good girl, you did so well.” Bela squeezed her eyes shut and pushed into her Mother until her face was hidden. “I’m sorry Mother.” came a muffled apology, though her voice was much more steadier than before. “I failed you, I couldn’t stop the man-thing. He shot at the windows! He knows our weakness, Mother. What are we going to do? Where’s Daniela and Cassandra, are they ok? I should have stopped him for you I’m so sorry I—”

“Quiet.” Bela immediately seals her lips and looks away, already extracting herself from her Mother’s arms. She probably hates her. Alcina simple tugs her back and forces Bela to look in her eyes with a quick tap to the forehead. “Bela, I need you to listen to me very carefully.” Her daughters eyes go wide and she nods. “You have nothing to apologize for. This is not you’re fault and I will not allow you to think that way. Plus, the man-thing won’t bother us any longer, I took care of it.”

“But—” Alcina raises an eyebrow and Bela gives in, nodding hesitantly. “Good girl.” Bela exhales through her nose at the phrase and squeezes her Mother’s sleeve again. They sit like that for a few more moments, calming down.

Bela suddenly shoots up. “Daniela, Cassandra, are they—” “They’re fine my dear, Daniela got a little banged up, but Cassandra was already patching her up before I could even get close. We didn’t know where you were, that’s why I was so worried.” Bela relaxed and again nuzzled her nose into her Mother’s chest, took one more deep breath, then stood. “I’m going to go check on them.”

She steps through the now empty door frame and pauses. She spoke without turning around: “I won’t fail you again, Mother.” and shifts into a cloud of flies and disappears.

(am I projecting again? idk help)

can play the piano

no like you don’t understand, she is so good at piano

this girl has mastered songs by composers like Liszt, Beethoven, and Ravel

she’ll play for hours on end, if she starts a new piece she Will Not get up until she can play it through perfectly

she pretends not to notice Cassandra secretly listening to her play, hidden behind a nearby bookshelf

while her younger sisters always jump head first into a fight, Bela takes a more calculating approach. learning her enemies movements from afar before advancing and ending it in like 3 quick moves.

“Well Bela, if Mother asked you to jump off a bridge, would you?”

Bela, already climbing over the railing: “Hm?”

and there you go for Bela! my sweet child.. please learn self-care.

*ahem* I went overboard again didn’t I? WELP. I regret nothing. Give me more headcannons.

[whaleofatjme1920]

Hi i hope everything is going good & swell for you ❤☺

Could you rank masky/hoodie/ticci toby from most to least being a top/dominate bf :> thank you!❤❤❤

Alright y'know what let me answer this right now because I have some thoughts and I'm just gonna - yeah. If you are a minor, dni.

Hoodie: I definitely think he's the most dom. When he's like, actually Hoodie, the man is rough, ruthless, doesn't care and will put you in your place. He's 100% a dom, doesn't know what being soft is if it wrapped its arms around him and called him 'darling.' He will leave marks on you for days, and you cannot wrestle him into subbing. You just can't. You can try, and he's just going to fuck you harder, then edge you for hours because you dared to even challenge him. He's pent up, angry, and will take that sexually out on people. He's always in control. Always. He likes brats solely for the fact he's going to fuck them back into submission. You're not going to win. No, you're not. Get that thought out of your head.

Masky: I honestly feel like he can compete with Hoodie on the whole "who's the most dom" thing. The only reason I have him as second - it's a close one though - is because I can see him being softer at times? Masky is more like a dilf. So, if you're into power play/size difference, daddy kinks in general this man is SO GOOD for that. Whereas Hoodie is just straight up gonna fuck you like he hates you, Masky can balance that a little better. He's rough and will absolutely dom you, he can be wrestled into submission it just takes a few tries. I also like to think Masky sometimes like that soft stuff. So like, good luck. Masky sometimes,,,,, likes being a sub,,,,,,, would he admit that? I don't think so,,,, but the bigger the tree, the harder it falls.

Toby: He's such a soft dom lmfao like I've written about this before because that's genuinely how I see him. he kinda has a daddy kink too? So call him daddy but he's not as rough or dominant as the two above. He likes being a sub sometimes, and also has a slight mommy kink so like,,,, hey. He's really good at praise and working on degradation. He can absolutely get rough, just never to the levels of Masky and Hoodie. He's also much more willing and able to bend? He's into some softer things, just wants to be loved and held and sometimes loses himself to the pleasure and will fuck hard. Like, really hard. But once again, never to the levels of those two animals. It's good, just more wholesome - if that makes any sense.

[meltingpotimagines]

Boyfriend!Kirishima

this boy

would fall head over heels for you so fast

just one day around you and he’s smitten

surprisingly not that obvious about it

he’s just a little happier and energetic around you

denki knows him well enough that he noticed and bakugo but he couldn’t care less

does his best to strike up a conversation with you

he really likes learning more about you

you’re just so cool and interesting to him

suggested a weekly game night just so he had an excuse to see you more

he knew you love hanging at the dorms so there was no way you’d miss out on this

what he didn’t know was you love it bc of him

i mean sure it was so much fun hanging with denki, and you had a blast jamming out to music with jiro and mina, but nothing beat being around eijirou

he’s just so upbeat and nice and funny

and kinda really cute but anyway

sat between todoroki and bakugo (which just happened to conveniently be directly across from you)

a vote had been taken on which game to play, and jenga won by a couple of votes

mina tossed out the idea for every piece you pulled, you had to choose truth or dare

honestly there was so much potential for this to go wrong and everyone knew it but i mean risk = fun right?

you’d all made bakugo promise not to blow up the whole tower if he got frustrated or lost 

all the truths were silly and the dares dumb

until it got to you

you successfully pulled a piece and decided it wouldn’t be too risky to choose dare, considering no one had dared anything t r u l y stupid

and immediately regretted it when denki gave you a mischievous grin

“i dare you to kiss kirishima”

eijirou stiffened as a blush spread across your cheeks

it’s not manly to force someone to kiss him!!

“you don’t have to-” “no... no it’s okay. i’m no wuss.”

just when he thought he couldn’t like you more

nervously watched as you got up and went around to where he was sitting

stiffened even m o r e as you gave his cheek a quick peck

“awww c’monnnn, at least do it on the lips!” denki you brat i love you

your blushed deepened as you two made eye contact

“is... is that okay?” “only if you want to”

he is a g e n t l e m a n and would never want you to do something you didn’t want to

well

i guess you did want to

because you kissed him

and ohhhh boy

sparks went f l y i n g

the electricity between you two made denki’s powers look like nothing more than static shock

the cheers and wolf whistles were nothing but white noise as you and eijiro stared at each other, shocked

“wow” “w o w”

best believe this boy took you out the very next day

nothing extravagant, just a cute lil ice cream date

he likes the little dates the best

they're definitely a daily occurrence until long after you two became official

but even after that you two started having frequent movie and cuddle nap dates

yes cuddle naps are dates and no one can convince me otherwise

prefers to be big spoon but is down to be little spoon

if he’s big spoon, he’ll wrap his arms around you and pull you into him, your face buried in his chest, his face buried in your hair partially because he really likes the scent of your shampoo

if you’re big spoon, he’ll snake his arms around your waist and bury his face in your neck, occasionally nuzzling and pressing kisses

will always make sure all the gel is washed out of his hair first so there's no risk of you getting poked

which is extra great bc then you get to play with his hair!

he loves the feeling of your fingers weaving through the strands and your nails on his scalp

also really likes when you lay on top of him

just gazes as you adoringly as he scratches your back

his heart swells if you fall asleep

knowing you trust him that much makes him feel so happy

plus you just look so cute when you’re asleep

bonus points if you have that cute soft snore

loves playing video games with you whether you actually play with him or just watch and support him

if you play with him, you're always his top priority no matter the game

battle games? he w i l l protect you

social simulation games? he'll do his best to help get you everything you want

puzzle games? you two are a t e a m you will figure this out together

if you're just there as support, you're still a priority

prefers when you sit on his lap/between his legs

will periodically kiss your cheek/the top of your head

doesn't matter how involved in the game he is, he will never fail to press a kiss

if you fall asleep, he'll make sure to quiet down so he won't accidentally wake you up

it's the funniest thing to anyone who catches him tho

he'll be absolutely raging but in the most hushed voice you can imagine or letting out victorious whoops but in Tiny

once covered your ears the best he could with his arm so he could be a little louder yelling at sero

mina managed to catch that on camera and posted it, tagging the two of you

have i mentioned this boy is a simp?

bc he is a Simp™

anything you want, you got

he sees something that reminds him of you? immediately bought it to give to you

half of his hoodies were already in your closet within the first week

he thinks you look so cute in them, especially if they're too big for you

the sight of you practically swimming in his clothes make his heart burst

periodically switches the half he gave you for the half he kept

basically when the ones he gave you no longer smells like him

it's great for him too bc the ones he get back smell like you

will pick wildflowers to put in your hair/behind your ear when you two go on walks

l o v e s giving you piggyback rides

also loves picking you up to carry you bridal style

even if you two are just standing

he just likes your smile and the way your eyes sparkle when he does

kisses your forehead a lot

sometimes quick little pecks

sometimes gentle, lingering kisses

whatever matches his mood in the moment

likes play-fighting with you

like fake wrestling

definitely lets you win sometimes

partially bc he'd feel bad if he always won but also bc he thinks it's adorable when you look down at him with that grin, so proud of yourself for beating Red Riot

was the first to say "i love you"

didn't really think much about it

he looked at you one day and felt his heart swell so he just kinda said it

but somehow it felt even more special??

like the way he said it sounded so sweet and genuine

as if it was the most natural thing in the world to say

and for him it was

he couldn't imagine not saying it

he loves you so why not say it?

especially considering just how m u c h he loves you

from then on says it all the time

you're cuddling? "i love you"

playing games? "i love you"

making tea? "i love you"

he just has to say it

he will as many times as needed to make sure you understand just how much he does

[crossroad-of-fate]

Enlightenment of The Ace of Hearts

You softly thanked Professor Crewel as he handed you your test results, an eighty-five was written on the corner of the paper in red ink. The same red ink you had despised for the poor numbers in past tests that were returned to you. It used to look menacing in your eyes, but now you looked at it proudly.

And the smiley face that was drawn below the number made you beam in happiness even more, a smile now plastered on your face. That was until someone slid their test results on top of yours. His name piqued your interest and the number stated on his paper made your smile turn upside down.

"I win~" Ace announced in a sing-song voice, enjoying your crestfallen face. He got a 93. How was that possible? This was Ace and you refused to admit that he is smarter than he acts.

"Did you chea-"

"No." Ace laid his elbow on the desk, resting his chin on the back of his palmed hand, looking smug. "I learned my lesson from last time."

You didn't believe a single word that came out of his mouth and continued to gaze at him suspiciously. He returned your unbelieving stare with a playful one, not a single bit offended by your claim. You don't take his insults to heart so why should he. And he liked seeing your angry face too.

A sigh passed your lips and you lowered your head in defeat, "What do you want?" You groggily asked, already feeling pity for your wallet.

***

Ace's arm was slung around your shoulders whilst you two walked to the cafeteria. Your hips were touching but neither of you paid attention to it, you were busy sulking and he was basking in his glory. He patted your shoulder in, what he considered, consolingly, in truth it only added more weight to your frown.

"I regret making a bet with you." You expressed.

"You were the one that made the bet, Prefect. All I did is win." He winked and chuckled when you turn your face away from him in shame.

Ace pulled away from his arm in favor of pushing you towards the end of the patisserie line. "Get me 2 chocolate croissants." He commanded jokingly.

"Yeah yeah.." you responded weakly, still upset that you had to spend your money on him. The Heartslabyul student walked towards an empty table and took out his phone to pass the time. He was in the middle of a puzzle game when he felt a pair of eyes boring holes onto his skull.

You were glaring at him, he could tell. So he glared at you back. It wasn't anything serious, you aren't angry at him but you still stuck your tongue out at him in a childish manner. He pressed his jaw down onto his neck; exposing his double chin and raised an eyebrow at you.

You giggled at his funny face and smiled at him in reflex. It was unexpected and Ace felt something in his stomach flutter, he was glad you decided to turn your back on him so you wouldn't see the red starting to flush his cheeks. But even in his flustered state Ace was hit by a painfully obvious realization.

Oh no.

Not this again. Ace stared at his reflection on the screen of his phone, noticing the embarrassed expression looking back at him. He wanted to deny it, he does but the signs were all there. The funny feeling in his stomach, his inability to make eye contact with you at times, the unnecessary physical contact, his teasings-

The most surprising thing to him wasn't that he developed a crush it's that he developed a crush on you. Okay sure he does mock you a lot but he acknowledges the good parts of your personality, and he does admit you were charming in your unique way, and oh great seven- how is he supposed to hide this from you?

Is he even supposed to hide this from you?

He found himself glaring at your back, he wasn't angry at you he was just..upset. You made him into a mess and you didn't even know. Yeah, this is your fault! He didn't ask to fell for you!

And you didn't ask him to fell for you.

You just treated him the same way you treated your friends, patiently. And he was into that.

Two small brown paper bags were set on the table in front of him and you sat beside him with a plate of french fries in hand. "There. Eat up before I change my mind and wrestle you for the croissants."

The confused expression Ace had quickly vanished and was replaced with a smirk, he took out a chocolate croissant and bit into it before saying,

"You should study harder next time." You scowled at him while you put a single fry in your mouth, "You were just lucky."

"You don't need to be so angry at me for getting a 93, (Y/N). Just accept that compared to me, you're dumb."

"Haha, am I now? I think you're forgetting who out of the two of us got an anemone stuck to his head-"

"Oh, come on! That was one time!" Ace cut you off, he scrunched his nose as the memory of being overworked by the Leech twins played in his mind. He would sometimes feel the chill on his back when remembering their laughter.

"But I gotta say.." he looked at you in visible discomfort, trying to prepare his ego for another strike-

"Congratulations on getting a 93 on the test. I'm proud of you." The croissant fell from his hands. You didn't think much about your compliment and continued to enjoy your french fries. Meanwhile Ace had to go through another mental crisis.

He was expecting you to destroy his pride but you complimented it instead. Were you just joking or were you genuine? A genuine compliment..well this is a first. The tip of his ears turned red once more. Ace was flattered but he couldn't let you see him blushing like a fool over one praise so he shook away that feeling and pushed the paper bag towards you. (Y/N) questioned him about it.

"You can have it, I'm already full with one."

"Really? Are you sure? You can't take this back."

He nodded surely so you smiled and picked up the paper bag. Pulling out the chocolate croissant you took one bite before saying, "I bought this with my money so it's rightfully mine."

"I'm surprised though, just one praise and you generously gave it away. I'll have to start praising you every day then." He turned his head towards you so fast you could've sworn you heard a whiplash. His cheeks were flushed red once more and he slapped the table harshly with his hands, it startled you and almost made you choke on your croissant.

"Hey! I could've dropped my croissant.." you complained. Ace lifted his hand to take it away from you but you saw his sudden movement and raised the bread away from his reach.

"I changed my mind! Give me back the croissant!"

"I told you, you can't take it back!"

It was ridiculous how Ace stood up from his seat just to try and have his fingers graze the tip of the croissant but he'd rather die than have you stare at his red face. Your palm was pressed against his cheek, pushing him away from getting to your precious snack. The fast beating of his heart was new and he hoped you can't hear it because of his yelling. Honestly.. you might as well give him a heart attack while you're at it.

[aspoonofsugar]

Ironwood and Cinder: The Final Word

Cinder: And that’s… checkmate.

The Final Word of the volume is Cinder’s and it is meaningful she says it to Ironwood.

As a matter of fact Ironwood and Cinder are two sides of the same coin on many levels. This is conveyed also structurally.

Volume 7 is mostly about Ironwood’s tragic spiral. We are shown him struggle with his flaw throughout the whole volume, but in the end he loses to it and becomes just as dangerous as Salem:

Oscar: Then you're as dangerous as she is, James.

Not only does volume 8 close with Cinder instead, but it also opens with her:

And it even gives us her backstory:

Why does it happen? And why is Cinder’s final line so important when it comes to her foiling with Ironwood?

GRAVITY

It is not by chance that Watts calls both Ironwood and Cinder out before the climax of respectively volume 7 (Ironwood) and volume 8 (Cinder). This is because, as stated above, volume 7 is Ironwood’s volume, while volume 8 is Cinder’s. So they both are confronted with a truth about themselves and their reaction to it influences their stories in the Atlas arc.

In a sense, even if Watts is the one dangerously hanging over an abyss... it is actually Ironwood and Cinder who are on the brink. They are deciding Watts’s survival, but they are also deciding their own destiny.

They are choosing if to fall because of gravity or if to fly in the sky victorious.

At the same time, the two scenes with Watts show how Cinder and Ironwood are both similar and opposites.

AS ABOVE, SO BELOW

Ironwood and Cinder are nothing, but two products of Atlas’s society.

Ironwood was born at the very top:

Watts: You just stood atop it and called yourself a giant!

Cinder existed at the very bottom:

Watts: You think you're entitled to everything just because you've suffered, but suffering isn't enough! You can't just be strong, you have to be smart! You can't just be deserving, you have to be worthy! But all you have ever been, is a BLOODY MIGRAINE!

Watts is in the middle and he represents the worst traits of both.

He wants everything, just like Cinder:

Ironwood: I gave you everything you could have wanted!

But differently from Cinder it was no true he had nothing. He was successful, had food, clothes and respect. Still, he was never satisfied and ended up disgracing himself in the search of something more.

He also disregards feelings in favor of rationality, just like Ironwood:

Watts: Our tin soldier’s heart has cost him his mind.

And he sees people under him as inherently inferior:

Watts: Yes, yes, please keep your posse in check.

This is why his death is fitting:

Cinder: I merely added more flames to the fires of Atlas.

He burns with Atlas aka the city he wants to destroy, but also a symbol of who he is deep down.

What is more, his death happens specifically because he blindly follows his wishes:

Watts: Oh, believe me, this is everything I've ever wanted.

And because he is outsmarted and manipulated by Cinder:

Cinder: You deserve this, Arthur. We'll be back.

He is proud of his genius and rationality, but in the end he dies because of his feelings of pettiness.

In short, Watts, Cinder and Ironwood represent three social classes of Atlas and how the system corrupts people at every level. In general, all three want to be at the very top, but disreguard and mistreat the ones below.

-This is why Ironwood seeks control even in situations where he is not in charge, like the Vytal Festival. He also challenges Ozpin’s authority and leadership because he is not used not to be the one deciding. At the same time, he is shown ready to discard Mantle in multiple occasions.

-This is why Watts can call out Ironwood’s arrogance without seeing he is exactly the same as him.

-Finally, this is why Cinder lashes out at people she sees as Atlas elites (the Schnees, Ironwood, Watts), but treats those below her just like she was treated:

Emerald: We don't need him! Everything was going fine! (a slap is heard, and she cries out in pain)

Cinder: Do not mistake your place.

Mercury: Oh yeah? Tell that to--

Cinder: Quiet.

THE ENEMIES OF TRUST

Both Ironwood and Cinder’s left arms are artificial. Ironwood’s is mechanical, while Cinder’s is Grimm.

Their respective arms convey opposite approaches to things.

On a more general level, they are respectively linked to Creation (Ironwood’s mechanical arm) and to Destruction (Cinder’s Grimm arm). As a matter of fact a robotic arm is a human creation, while Grimms are nothing, but the symbol of destruction.

On a personal level, their arms hint at the two characters’ opposite personalities.

Ironwood’s arm can’t feel pain.

Cinder’s is instead linked to pain and feelings in different ways:

Raven: Aura can't protect your arm, it's Grimm.

Salem: You chose to disobey my specific instructions just to fail again.

Cinder: She’s back…

Cinder feels great pain whenever her Shadow Hand is cut because she can’t protect it with aura. At the same time, it is used by Salem to torture her. Finally, it links her to Salem to the point that she knows when her Master is back.

In other words, Cinder’s arm lets her feel more, while Ironwood’s lets him feel less.

This difference is mirrored by both the ways Ironwood and Cinder respectively attack Watts and by their semblances:

Ironwood’s Mettle lets Ironwood suppress his own feelings, so that he can pursue any objective, no matter how cruel or immoral it is. It makes him “superhuman”, but in a very negative sense.

Cinder’s Scorching Caress represents Cinder’s explosive emotions. It is a form of self-expression, which is both destructive and self-destructive.

Ironwood’s semblance is about repression, while Cinder’s is about lashing out.

Similarly, Ironwood goes after Watts at the cost of his arm and he ignores the pain he feels:

Watts: I wouldn't do that if I were you. I mean, unless you're hoping to add more metal to that body of yours.

Cinder instead goes after Watts to vent her anger:

Cinder: What do you mean, she'll destroy herself? How am I supposed to take her power if she's dead?!

Both are extremes and both are wrong, as Winter explains:

Winter: But yes Penny, we must still acknowledge our personal feelings, wrestle with them. It ensures us that we’re on the right path. It’s what makes us human.

Ironwood and Cinder should aknowledge their own feelings not to be consumed by them.  It is also the only way for them to truly be humans, not machines or monsters, but simply people.

Both characters almost succeed just before the climax of their respective volumes.

Ironwood tries to open up to others:

And Cinder shows vulnerability:

However, none of them is able to capitalize on this chance for development. This is ironically because of each other:

Cinder messes with Ironwood’s insecurities, while Ironwood’s ultimatum gives Cinder the perfect chance to ignore hers.

The result is that Ironwood goes back to control, while Cinder goes back to manipulation. Both do so because they are unable to trust.

Interestingly, they take after their respective mentors in this.

Ironwood takes after Ozpin:

Ironwood: Did you really think you were the only one who got to work on a new plan after Beacon? WIth Ozpin gone, I needed my own team of people I could trust.

Oscar: General? Earlier, you asked for my advice.

Ironwood: I wanted Ozpin's advice.

Oscar: And his advice probably would've been to keep your secrets.

Cinder takes after Salem:

Salem: When I chose you as my vessel for the Maidens, I put my trust in you. So, I trust that you wouldn’t possibly return to me empty-handed.

Ironwood’s whole struggle in volume 7 is his search for a “new approach”. He wants to be like Ozpin, but better. This is why he founds his own group, but wants to trust the world with the truth about Salem. However, he confuses trust with control.

Cinder instead wants to become just like Salem and suffers when she sees she is not. This is why she collects assets, just like her master. This is also why she does not trust anyone, but manipulates others.

That said, what is the difference between Ironwood’s control and Cinder’s manipulation? It has once again to do with feelings.

Ironwood’s attempt to manipulate others is about suppressing feelings. He uses Atlas’s military hierarchy and social structures to ask for his subordinates’ blind loyalty.

Cinder’s method to control people lies instead in making use of others’ feelings. She uses both wishes and fears to her advantage.

In short, control and manipulation are nothing, but the same inability to trust declined in opposite ways. They are both “enemies of trust”.

This is why both Ironwood and Cinder find a strong enemy and a foil in the character, who embodies friendship in these volumes:

Deep down, Ironwood and Cinder not trusting others is because they fear betrayal:

Cinder: I won’t have to run now.

Rhodes: That’s all you’ll ever do.

Ironwood: I've chased a lot of shadows over the years, always expecting betrayal. But never once did I think it would ever come from you.

However, Penny too is betrayed and mistreated by others:

Penny: I do not like it when friends fight.

Ruby: I know. Yang and I may not agree on how best to save Mantle but-

Penny: No. I mean Winter. The general. They were our friends. But then the Ace Ops attacked you. And the general, he said people were going to die, because of me.

 However, she does not give up on the ideal of a genuine bond:

Attached but not By strings

Still, if Penny is a positive foil to both Ironwood and Cinder, why does she die?

RISK

Weiss: Trust is a risk.  

Yang: Ruby, they’re not called sure things, they’re called risks.

These two lines taken together are why at the end of volume 8 Penny dies, our heroes fall and the manipulative Cinder wins.

It happens to show the main theme of the two Atlas volumes. Trust is not a “sure thing”. It is a risk and it does not always work. Still, it is necessary to trust as it is necessary to take risks:

Yang: You were being optimistic. Look, blind optimism isn’t great, but no optimism means we already lost. We need hope. We need to take risks.

Giving up on trust and risks means giving up on hope. It means to give in to fear.

Still, this does not mean your trust will always be paid back. And it does not mean that the risks you take will always work, even if you come up with a wonderful plan:

Cinder: I knew your plan would be bold, but I never could have predicted all of this...

Sometimes people will betray you:

Sometimes your risk will end up in a fall:

However, it is still worth to trust, even when you have no guarantee it will work:

And sometimes It is even worth to risk the fall because it may lead to people being saved:

This same idea is conveyed also through Penny’s final choice:

Penny: Trust me.

Winter: Thank you for trusting me with this.

Penny dies tragically, but she still manages to pass the Maiden’s power to a person she trusts.

This is especially meaningful because the Winter Maiden power, just like Penny herself, has been subjected to both control and manipulation.

Ironwood does all he can to make sure the power ends up to Winter. At the same time, he is the one most responsible for Penny feeling as nothing, but a robot:

Ironwood: As the official report stated, that footage was doctored. Penny is completely under my control.

Cinder tries to steal the power three times. She also manipulates Penny’s feelings towards her friends:

Cinder: I was hoping your friends would be here. But it looks like they left you to do all the work. You’re just a tool to be used!

In the end, Ironwood treating Penny as a machine (control) and Cinder using Penny’s love for her friends against her (manipulation) are among the psychological factors that lead Penny to be mortally wounded by Cinder.

Still, while dying Penny negates both Ironwood and Cinder and frees the power and herself from both control and manipulation.

The fact she chooses Winter works well to illustrate this.

Winter is the person Ironwood wants as the next Maiden. However, Winter becomes a Maiden not because of Ironwood’s control, but because of Penny’s trust:

Ironwood: So… the destiny I chose for you has arrived.

Winter: You chose nothing. This...was a gift.

Winter is a Schnee, so she represents both what Cinder hates and what she herself wants to be:

Cinder to Winter: You Atlas elites are all the same! You think hoarding power means you’ll have it forever, but it just makes the rest of us hungrier.

Winter is a symbol of Atlas and so she is a reminder to Cinder that Atlas is not really destroyed:

Robyn: What do you think a kingdom is? The people, or just the chunk of land they live on?

Just like Cinder’s past isn’t.

WORTHY

Cinder wants to be worthy. Ironwood wants to be a hero.

Deep down, Ironwood and Cinder want the same thing. They want to be above others. They want to be more than humans.

However, they go at it in opposite ways:

Ironwood: I have sacrificed everything!

Cinder: I want it all...

Ironwood thinks that victory lies in sacrificing everything, while Cinder sees it as taking it all.

These opposite viewpoints mirror their respective social stances.

Ironwood can say he wants to sacrifice everything because he has everything.

Cinder thinks happiness lies in everything because she has nothing:

Cinder: You’re right. Without you I am nothing. But because of you, I am everything.

In the end, Ironwood and Cinder are each other’s true enemies, but they fail to see it and lash out against the wrong people:

Ironwood and Cinder’s respective fight against Winter and Weiss is exactly this.

Ironwood fights a Maiden he sees as an enemy of Atlas, while another Maiden is attacking the people he swore to protect.

Cinder lashes out at Weiss because of her origins, while Weiss has decided to leave her status and money behind to make the right thing.

Still, Ironwood and Cinder are too hypocritical to see the truth. This is why they attack people, who could have helped them, if they were given the chance.

This is also why they receive a warning:

Winter: No, you have sacrificed everyone else!

Winter: You… are going to pay… for everything you’ve done!

Ironwood claims he is ready to sacrifice everything. However, he never sacrifices himself:

In the end, he is unable to sacrifice his life to fight Salem.

Let’s highlight he has nothing to lose by this point. He is falling with Atlas anyway. In his final moments, he is given the chance to prove true to his words:

I would die Without regret, I’d offer up my life With zero reservations I would fly Into the sun If that would keep our dream alive

Instead, he gives up. He has been shooting his allies until the very end, but freezes in front of his enemy.

Cinder thinks she is closer to her final victory, but in the end she has accomplished nothing of what she truly wants.

She wants to kill RWBY, but they are alive. She wants the Maiden powers, but she fails.

At the same time, Cinder is still far away from what she truly needs:

Cinder: You have everything you need?

Watts: Oh, believe me, this is everything I've ever wanted.

She is given a perfect mirror of herself in Watts. Still, instead of seeing it, Cinder uses his flaw, which is her same flaw, to kill him. Watts’ wants lead to his death and the same thing might happen to Cinder if she does not stop herself in time.

Finally, there is this:

Salem: This game is not yours to win, Cinder, it’s mine. Just because you’re more valuable to me than a pawn, does not make you a player. Everything is already in motion. All you need concern yourself with is your ability to act when I tell you to.

Ironwood and Cinder share a chess motif.

Ironwood thinks of himself as a player and specifically as Salem’s opponent.

Cinder is instead told she is no player.

However, in the end, Ironwood becomes a mere pawn to the point that all Watts has to do is to open his cell to be sure he is going to unwillingly aid in Cinder’s plan.

What is more, he is so fixated on Salem that he fails to aknowledge the people below him. This is why his true opponent is a slave that Atlas exploited.

Cinder frames herself as a player instead. She is the one who truly makes the first move against Ironwood and ultimately she is the one who defeats both him and our protagonists. Finally, she is the one who calls checkmate.

Still, is she really playing her own game?

In the end, the one who gets what she wants is not Cinder, but Salem:

And all she has to do to obtain it is one small move:

Salem: And I’ve realized, it’s all my fault. You’ve fought your whole life unwaveringly for what you want and here I am holding you back instead of lifting you up.

While Cinder is once again letting her talent be exploited by those above her. She is choosing to be Salem’s Queen instead than a player of her own life.

She is the Black Queen defeating the White King, but nothing more.

[disasterfandoms]

Fluffy Alphabet || Clay Spenser

Requested: Yes but i forgot to link the ask and it’s been a while lmao

A/N: Love my boy here!! Sorry this took so long and I hope you like it!

TW: casual mentions of sex, but nothing explicit.

Taglist: @bravo-four-seal-team @bonnielonsdale @rebelwrites @a-kate3 @jasonbabymama​ @supervalcsi @jayhalsteadfan-2417 @mrsmarvelous1995​ @velvetcardiganbucky​ @chibsytelford​ @itsonautopilot​ @pinkrockstar19​ @galaxysanduniversesinmymind​ @abby-splace​ @thelovelyleo23​ ​@madhare0512

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?): Clay’s very affectionate. He loves hugging and being physically close to you, while also giving you compliments every time he can.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?): Jokes at your expense, drinking beers, practical jokes, going on outings with him such as amusement parks and paintball.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?): He likes to cuddle, he prefers to have your legs intertwined with his, with your head on his chest, but also loves being the little spoon, especially on rough days.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?): Clay’s been very vocal about one day wanting to settle down and have a family. He wants to be the absolute opposite of his father, who was a deadbeat. He’s not the best cook, but he can clean and keep a nice, organized space.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?): Face to face, short and to the point. He wouldn’t sugar coat it, and would probably have your stuff packed and ready for you ahead of time so he doesn’t have to see you again.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?): There’s not a time limit, he’ll do it as soon as he knows you’re the one. He doesn’t want to waste time, he’s much rather get it done and show you how he feels rather than waiting for years when he’s known in months.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?): He doesn’t sugar coat anything, so he may not be gentle emotionally, but he’s always careful not to accidentally hurt you physically, constantly making sure you’re okay with anything physically he’s doing.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?): He’s not much of a hugger, rather he likes to just constantly keep his arm around you. If he does hug, he loves coming up from behind and hugging you, his arms going around your waist.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?): 2 months? He doesn’t like to say it until he’s sure that’s what he’s feeling, because he’d rather be genuine than anything else.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?): He’s the jealous type, especially if you’re spending a lot of time with one person while he’s gone. He worries that when he’s on deployment for that long that you’ll find someone better, someone who can give you more attention than he can.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?): his kisses are long, and passion filled. He doesn’t like pecks, as they don’t carry the same amount of feeling, he’d much rather kiss you as long and as urgent as he’s feeling in that moment.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?): Clay really enjoys children, and will play with them and tell them stories whenever he can. They like sitting in his lap as he reads to them, or play wrestling with him as he lets them win from time to time.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?): He’s go for a run, which you can join in on, and then get your coffee and breakfast order at his regular coffee shop, enjoying your presence in his apartment. Sometimes he’d stay in with you, cuddling up with you or the occasional morning quickie.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?): Either at the bar or on a date, then home to cuddle, watch a movie and possibly some sex to end the night.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?): He would slowly start revealing things to you overtime. He’s been burned before, and a lot of his life is secret, so he needs to know you’re trustworthy before letting you in fully. Once he does, though, he lets you know everything: his past, his trauma, his fears, etc.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?): He’s patient up to a point. He has a temper, and when it flares he’s very opinionated about it. He would take his time with you up until the point where he thinks you’re stringing him along, and then he’s done.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?): Clay remembers all the little things. He remembers the coffee order from the first time you ordered it, to the passing comment that you saw your favorite flower at the supermarket. He’s hardly ever home, so he makes up for it by remembering all the little things and surprising you with your favorites when he can.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?): His favorite moment with you is when you said “I love you” for the first time. It was in that moment that he had the confirmation that you were feeling just what he was feeling as well.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?): He’s very protective of you. He’d purposely get in the way of anyone trying to mess with you, and while he’d rather not use violence stateside, he’s not afraid to.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?): Clay would take time into anniversaries and gifts, especially if he fucked up somehow. He liked making you feel special, especially on days that are important and especially if he has to miss them.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?): Stubborn, can leave the apartment a mess, etc.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?): Clay likes to keep himself trimmed and clean at all times if he can. He likes taking care of himself and his body, especially because he knows he’s attractive.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?): You not being with him, whether in death or being broken up or whatever, he feels a void. It takes him a while to get back to himself if you’re not with him

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.): He spends a lot of time outdoors, fishing and other activities. He hates being cooped up in his apartment for a long time, especially with nothing to do.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?): Dishonesty, being blindsided, someone who can’t take a joke, someone who’s too uptight.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?): He can stay up late, but he’s an early riser at heart. He has a routine he likes to stick to, so he can feel nice and ready for whatever hell work is bringing him.

[welcome-to-the-end-of-eras]

Pulleyverse characters and how they act when drunk bc I’m bored:

Mori: he’s canonically a lightweight (the fact that started this whole post), and we know he likes to start shit when he’s drunk, so I like to imagine he’s the type of drunk person who talks wayyy too much about stuff he probably shouldn’t be saying. Like he’ll be at some government function, not even two glasses in, and he’ll be admitting to war crimes in front of political leaders by complete accident. He’s no longer welcome in a few countries for this specific reason. (This is (kind of) canon but I wanna see it happen for real and not just mentioned)

Joe: out of all of them he’s definitely the flirty drunk, but he’s the flirty drunk who cries when he doesn’t get enough attention. Like poor Kite will lightly push him away and tell him he’s in a relationship as a joke and he starts full on sobbing. Other than that tho he will flirt with anything that moves and it’s kind of a problem.

Raphael: I don’t think he’d be too big on drinking or getting drunk, but when he does he’s the overly confident drunk who challenges people to arm wrestling contests (which ofc he wins) and does stupid shit bc he genuinely doesn’t think he can get hurt when he’s had enough to drink. Dude has definitely jumped off a few roofs at parties, and in modern times would be featured on shit like WorldStar. Also dances a lot for some fucking reason.

Kite: you wouldn’t know he’s drunk by looking at him bc he’s just generally very composed, but if you say even one word to him he’ll start trauma dumping. He won’t like, cry or anything, he just start, blank face, retelling the story of how he got his burn scares. Then he’ll hold a normal conversation until he has a chance to bring up some other trauma. He is completely unbothered the entire time.

Thaniel: I feel like it would take a lot for him to get legitimately drunk bc he’s fuckin huge, so if he drinks enough to be drunk he’d just pass out. God help the poor bastard trying to wake him up because he’s not moving for at least 5 hours.

Merrick: he blatantly refuses to admit he’s drunk, ever. You know that one video of the kid who comes home drunk and firmly tells the wall clock that he isn’t drunk when his mom asks him to “tell the time”??? Yeah that’s Merrick. But he would definitely be the best at making drinks out of everyone in the pulleyverse, and makes some of the coolest and most delicious cocktails in the world.

Takiko: she wants to fight anyone and everyone she sees. She’s started some massive bar fights in her day by swinging on the biggest person she can find for absolutely no reason. If anyone tries to pull her away they’re almost guaranteed a broken nose. She is not allowed in most bars.

Grace: she’s the kind of drunk that will start random ass debates for no reason, but with absolutely no logic. “Hold on, her sister was a witch right???” kinda vibes. In a modern context she would get wine drunk and join those live TikTok right-wing debate things but completely derails the entire thing. For example someone asks her if she she’s pro choice and supports “killing babies” and she goes “tbh I think we should be killing MORE babies” and then she just leaves.

Minna: two words: karaoke god. She somehow gets every single part of Bohemian Rhapsody at the same time. She’s won awards. Absolutely cannot sing when sober, but get a few drinks in her and suddenly she’s an opera star.

Midori: idk why but she seems like the type of person to just start. Doing random math when drunk. Like she sees a blank surface and a writing utensil and she’s solving quantum physics somehow. Either that or she just kisses random girls at the party (and by random girls I mean Takiko-)

Agatha: she’s your typical dancing white girl and is generally uninteresting when drunk, but she doesn’t drink cocktails or anything you’d expect, she’s only going for Top Shelf Whiskey straight from the bottle.

Wellesley: she’s the nice drunk girl you meet in the bathroom who hypes you up and holds back your hair and shit. She’s made more than a few of her closest friends this way, but she also once swatted a girl’s phone into the toilet because they wanted to text their ex back and ended up paying her back wayyy too much money.

Matsumoto: he cries over stupid shit when he’s drunk. Anything and everything. Cute animal??? Sobbing. Someone says something mean to him??? Inconsolable. He is not allowed anywhere n e a r Kite when they’re both drunk at the same time.

Vaulker: he gets very angry when he’s drunk, but it’s like. Really funny. Because if someone tells him to knock it off he listens and starts grumbling like a kid. He’ll get all up in someone’s face until Mrs. Vaulker tells him to calm down, and he just crosses his arms and pouts. Has definitely been punched by Takiko a few times.

[writertitan]

Nice! May I request romantic relationship headcanons for Levi, Pieck and Jean? And what do you think are their ideal s/o?Thank you very much!! ❤️

living for Pieck content rn so thank you

Levi

is adamant about saying “hello” and “goodbye”

will genuinely get especially upset if you don’t say goodbye back lmao

“Bye” ...... “Did you hear me, I said ‘bye’”

stems from the fact that he’s lost people and wasn’t able to say goodbye and doesn’t want either of you to go through that (just in case) 

does not beat around the bush, if he senses that you’re upset about something he will bring it up and encourage you to talk about it and will just listen if you don’t want any advice

will also just sit there with you literally as long as you need if you just need to decompress and want some company 

shows his affection by making fun of you lmfao 

but it’s like inside joke stuff a lot of the time, nothing that would actually upset you/embarrass you in front of other people 

like if you one time accidentally put salt instead of sugar in some tea, he will give you shit about it forever 

you’ll say you’re making tea and you’re sure to hear some stupid shit like, “Not poisoned, please” 

a guaranteed way to get a lil laugh out of him every time is by trying to wrestle him 

and he won’t let you win because he’s a little shit

he thinks it’s genuinely funny that you even try to wrestle him 

but he does always kiss your head afterward, v cute 

he actually brings out his crude humor more because of you, bc you like it, don’t lie 

not the jealous type but is protective and will kick ass if provoked

I see Levi’s type as being someone who is very resilient but also very emotionally intelligent, especially because he’s so hard to read. Body language is more his style rather than actually using his words. Actions do speak louder than words with Levi and I think his ideal S/O would likely have to have the same mindset. However, when verbal communication is important, I think Levi ideally fits best with someone direct and also doesn’t beat around the bush. I don’t think he’d be into fighting, more like discussing if one or both of you is upset. Also, I think Levi would just seek out someone who is warm, and can still see the brighter side to life. I think it would help him immensely to have his S/O be someone who is a genuinely happy person with a lot of love to give. God knows Levi deserves gdi!! 

Pieck

she would be THE most praise-filled partner lmao

like for literally anything, she would make sure you knew she was so proud of you/happy for you

will make anything something to celebrate

even just the littlest thing. did you have a really good day at work? yay! she’s buying you your fav treat 

of course, BIG accomplishments come with BIG celebrations

she’s the S/O who plans you a surprise party but you might get a little suspicious just bc you know she likes to do shit like this lmao 

she’s grateful that you act surprised anyway

won’t apologize for spooking you when she just decides to get on all fours and you walk in on her crawling around LMAO 

“you know I do this all the time, why do you still scream like that?” - she still says this like twice a week 

quality time quality time quality time, she loves quality time

you both have a couples’ hobby to bond over 

something like baking too where it serves a purpose and is fun with her 

not afraid to be affectionate and is always squeezing your arm, holding your hand, poking at you

PDA queen

might even (aka absolutely does) have a problem with remembering boundaries because she’s just so willing to touch and be touched lmaooo

your friends and your family all love the h*ck out of her 

Because it’s a head canon that Pieck just always looks as things as “glass half full”, I do think she’d benefit from having her S/O be a little more grounded and down to earth just to keep her out of trouble. But also, she would loooove someone who also chooses positivity. Life is short (especially for canonverse Pieck), so making memories would be really important to her and she of course prefers to make really happy ones. I think she’d prefer her S/O to be allll about physical affection because she’d prefer someone who was 110% okay with PDA. I also think ideally, she’d be great with someone who is a really good listener and also knows exactly what to say to her when she does happen to have a bad day and gets a little sad. Pieck is just queen shit for life!!! 

Jean

is the sass master lmfao

he thrives, simply thrives, on your attention

is always trying to get your attention 

“Babe, look at me, watch me do this new thing I just learned!!” 

you don’t understand, he will actually die if you don’t pay attention to him

always showing off to impress you

even if you’ve been dating a while, he needs to impress you and he needs to have your attention on him 

will act casual about doing romantic things like buying flowers, gifting you little trinkets, and will pretend to be embarrassed when you get excited, but he loves doing them and loves how excited you get 

and he thinks he’s being sly about being so casual and getting “embarrassed” but this boy is just an open book

you will never have to question his feelings for you because, again, he’s an open book whether he likes it or not 

even before dating when he was just crushing hard, everyone knew he liked you (including you), he literally just can’t hide his feelings for you

absolutely acts like hot shit in front of everyone but when it’s just you two, he’s such a baby

like tbh if you don’t baby him, jean will whine about it 

loves witty banter with you and you guys have so many inside jokes that it’s annoying to everyone else 

you two are THE couple in the corner judging everyone and snickering about it

he’s not obsessive about PDA but his favorite thing is when his arm is around your shoulders and you reach up to hold his hand that’s hanging off your shoulder idk i can’t explain why this is such a big jean hc for me 

I think Jean would actually do well with another hothead and it’s just such a head canon for me! Not like always fighting or anything, but it just seems like he’d love his S/O to be just as open about their emotions. And honestly, he needs to date someone who can take his sense of humor and can take his own ridic temper, and not only take it, but know how to steady him/cool him down. I think he would learn how to do this for his S/O as well, learning not only what buttons to push (because he would learn that just for shits and giggles), but know how to undo it and settle you down and make you happy. Jean would be that boyfriend who genuinely isn’t afraid to seek validation from you and I think his ideal S/O would be someone who puts him as a priority and is okay with constantly reassuring him that he’s a priority and showing him that he is. He’s a loyal boy and I think he would ideally prefer someone who goes all in just like him. Jean just needs a hug and he’s not afraid to ask his partner for one!! 

[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

Meeting and Dating Andrew Clark

(Not my gif)(Requested by @mpmarypoppins​ )

(I’m sorry this took so long! It took more work than I was expecting!)

- You technically met Andrew after the two of you were placed in the same class though; since you weren’t in the same social circle, you didn’t talk to each other. Well, you didn’t talk to each other until the teacher was late to class one day; something quite common for said teacher, and the delinquents who sat behind you decided to pick on you.

- Usually, it really didn’t bother you. You’d ignore them and the teacher would arrive and they’d be forced to shut up. But Andrew wasn’t used to that sort of thing and he certainly didn’t like it so when the goons started to berate you, he turned around and told them to shut up.

- They made a smartass retort back at him but did as he said, settling in their seats just as the teacher finally showed up. Throughout the rest of the class, the two of you took turns sneaking glances at each other and pretending like you weren’t when the other happened to look. 

- Neither of you mentioned the event to each other and you’d figured that that was the end of it. And for the time being it was, but a few days later that wouldn’t be the case. 

- Once again, your teacher was late and the assholes who sat behind you began their familiar attempts at bothering you. You caught Andrew glancing back at you, watching to see your reaction; you’d assumed, before he finally turned fully around and told them to knock it off …though this time they didn’t.

- The ringleader of the group made a comeback, turning on the boy and asking “what he was going to do about it”, prompting Andrew to stand up, threatening to “wipe the floor with” them.

- The boy stood up as well, grinning as he made a comment about the two of you dating, and subsequently an obscene remark which made your face turn hot. Before you knew it, the two boys were one the floor, Andrew pushing the kid to the ground, asking if he was finished and demanding he apologize.

- He released the boy after a moment and they straightened themselves out, stumbling backwards without saying anything, hoping to dodge the extra humiliation of saying they were sorry.

- You saw that Andrew was about to say something; most likely once again telling the boy to apologize, so you delicately grabbed his arm and told him it was fine, thanking him for sticking up for you.

- He eased up as the other boy and his group of friends made their exit, turning to you more calm then before and asking if you “just let them do that to you”.

“Nothing much I can do. If I say something they’ll just keep doing it because they get a rise out of me.” You explained.

“If you don't fight back they’ll just keep bothering you cause you’re an easy target.” He insisted.

“I’ll be an easy target but I’ll also be boring. The only way to win is to wait it out and let them get bored.” You replied, turning through your notebook a bit uncomfortably.

“No.” He shook his head.

“What?” You asked, furrowing your brows in confusion.

“No,” he replied. “They bother you again, you tell me. I’ll handle it if you don’t want to.”

- His offer made you smile but proved to be unnecessary as the boys moved seats and refused to say anything to you after that day.

- The two of you hadn’t talked in a few days so it sort of shocked you when he approached you in the hall and struck up a conversation, asking how things were to which you were able to report that the guys had left you alone.

- He gave you a small smile and a “that’s good, that’s good” before going quiet for a moment. You were about to say goodbye until he turned to you and told you about a party that one of his friends was having, suggesting that; maybe, you’d like to go before offering to pick you up.

- Taking your only chance to attend a real highschool party; and spend more time with one of the most popular and handsome boys in school, you agreed, writing down your address for him and returning his smile as he said goodbye. 

- As it turns out, parties aren’t really your thing and surprisingly not his either. The two of you ended up spending most of your time sat outside, talking in the dark and nursing cheap beer.

- You’d been telling him a story when you noticed that his eyes were locked on you. You’d dismissed it for a while before you turned and met his eyes, your story quickly becoming meaningless and trailing off into thin air.

- You watched as his eyes shifted down towards your lips, pausing there before he began to lean in. You began to lean forward as well, tilting your head so that he could connect your lips properly.

- The two of you shared a long, soft kiss before you pulled away, a warm, fuzzy feeling filling you as you took notice of the lovestruck sorta look on his face. The two of your faces lingered close to each other’s for a moment, neither of you wanting to pull away.

“You should probably take me home, it’s getting late.” You whispered.

“Do you want to go home?” He asked quietly.

“No.” You smiled, laughing softly.

- A small smile found its way onto his lips as well before he leaned in again, kissing you with a bit more fervor than before, his hands tightening their grip on the jacket; his jacket, that you were wearing.

- Cliques and stereotypes be damned. He loved you and he sure as hell wasn't letting you go if he could help it.

- He’s been taught to be a gentleman so he keeps his pda light and innocent. He doesn’t need the entire school watching him shove his tongue into your mouth.

- Soft kisses.

- Handholding.

- Temple, forehead, and head kisses. 

- Attending all of his wrestling matches and cheering him on. He always seeks you out in the crowd and shoots you a smile.

- He’s prone to trying to show off and impress you. Taking off clothes, flexing, athletic tricks, acting tough; whatever he thinks will get your attention.

- Giving him genuine, meaningful praise. 

- Shy compliments from him. Sometimes, he gets genuinely awestruck over how pretty you are. 

- He doesn't use too many nicknames, maybe a babe here and there but otherwise he just calls you by your name. He thinks pet names are sorta silly though he cant help but smile when you use them on him; as long as its in private. 

- He insists on escorting you to class. It’s certainly useful, the hallway crowds all but part like the red sea for him and his Varsity jacket. 

- Your books? In his arms. Your entire body? In his arms. Hey, he’s got muscles for a reason; he’s gonna put them to good use!

- Getting used as a human dumbbell. It’s somewhat scary yet fun though you’re pretty sure he copes a feel every now and again. 

- If you ever have any food you don't want just slide it over to him. You don’t even need to say anything, he’ll grab it and kiss you on the cheek before you can anyways. 

- He fiddles with things when he’s bored so expect to just randomly feel him playing with your hair or witness him doing something adorably stupid in an attempt to entertain himself. 

- Playing finger football and other hand games in class/lunch. 

- Dancing together.

- He loves having you right by his side. He’ll literally pull your chair closer to his while you’re sitting in it just because he wants you as close as he can get you.

- Sharing inside jokes and secret smiles with each other.

- He’ll either lay between your legs and lean back against you, his head on your stomach/chest, or he’ll lay his head in your lap and let you mess with his hair. He “secretly” loves when you play with it.

- You usually cuddle with your head on his chest and his arm wrapped around you. He’s sorta not used to cuddling so it’s gonna take a little bit of time for him to warm up to really snuggling with you.

- He hasn't really figured out who he is yet. He’s an amalgamation of everyone he’s ever had to listen to so you’re gonna have to try and help break him out of that, and become his own person. 

- A part of him yearns to feel accepted and that’s going to cause him to do whatever he can to please you, unless, perhaps, it goes against pleasing his father. It’s just something he does without really thinking about it so you’ll have to sort of keep that in mind since you don’t want to take advantage of him. 

- Going out and acting like idiots, living in the moment and actually enjoying yourselves instead of worrying about what other people think. 

- Being there for him to rant to when he needs. 

- Helping him study so he doesn't fall behind in his academics while trying to excel in sports. 

- Wearing his jacket. He thinks you look adorable when you put it on and will always toss it to you when the weather gets cold.

- He’s hot blooded so if you get cold then just move in closer, he never minds. Either that or throw on the clothing that he’s pulled off of himself.

- Being invited to the “popular” parties, even if you really aren’t yourself. He’s not a big fan of them but you being there makes them more bearable.

- Becoming friends with the members of the breakfast club, specifically Claire since she’s in the same clique as Andrew and you wind up hanging out in the same places. 

- He genuinely likes you for you. You may think that you have to change something about yourself but just know that he loves you either way, whether you do change it or not. 

- He thinks you’re the greatest. Even if other people see your actions as “nothing” or strange, he finds them endearing.

- He’s always willing to fight to figure out what's wrong, pushing you to talk even when you try to defensively push him away. Instead of judging or trying to give you halfhearted advice, he just relates and makes you feel accepted.

- Carnival/theme park dates. He likes taking you places where he can win you prizes and the two of you can spend the day goofing off. 

- Arcade dates but the cool kind. 

- You know how hard it is to strip off clothes and makeout with his layered fucking circus act? Man has on like five shirts at a time. He’s immune to strip poker and pussy. 

- He sorta acts like your father. He’s been conditioned into acting the way he does, behaving like he’s a teacher/parent and telling people what to do, repeating the same dribble that he’s been told. In some ways its endearing, in others its infuriating and sad. 

- He isn't too keen on introducing you to his parents and you understand why. You don’t take offense, knowing that he isn’t keeping you away because he’s ashamed of you. 

- Making sure to step in and ensure he doesn't beat peoples asses. You’re one of the few people he listens to when he’s angry.

- He gets extremely jealous, particularly when he knows someone has a thing for you. And when he gets jealous, he has a habit of getting aggressive; either threatening or full on fighting guys when they don't back off. 

“You don't talk to her. You don't look at her. You don't even think about her.”

- Overprotective; he’s always ready to jump to your defense even when he really doesn’t have to. 

- A lot of your fights are due to outside pressures. He’s constantly under a lot of stress so fights can erupt at any time, even if neither of you mean for them to happen. 

- He just loses it, sometimes throwing an insult/harsh word or two at you that he doesn't mean. After he has some time to cool down he feels absolutely horrible and chides himself for being such a jerk. 

- He might show up at your house or try to approach you at school the next day but its up to you on whether you'll just take him back. He’ll ask to talk to you and tries to offer a genuine apology whenever he’s in the wrong. 

- Quiet, earnest “I love you’s”. He’s sort of shy about saying it but you can certainly tell that he means it when he does.

- You don’t really talk about the future all too much but he’ll occasionally bring it up. He certainly wants to marry you. He’s praying that you want the same and that you’ll end up being his highschool sweetheart. 

[xaharadesert]

Sports Day! - Headcanon

Arcana Characters (Main 6 + Nadia’s Family)

A/N: This one’s for @apprenticeshen, although Tumblr won’t let me @ them! I know I said I wouldn’t be posting until my break started, but this one is so simple and cute that I just had to write it! Requests are open :)

❤️Julian❤️

Destroys everyone in the obstacle course

His long legs make him faster in the first place, but all of his practice running away from his problems the law give him an advantage

There may be a moment when he trips over his own feet while trying to give you a smirk, but he’ll recover quickly enough that nobody overtakes him

He doesn’t exactly rub his victory in other peoples’ faces, but he does give an unnecessary speech thanking everyone who helped him achieve it

🧡Portia🧡

The undeniably best at wrestling matches

Does she know what she’s doing? No

Does she know that she has a lower center of gravity, greater mass, and less pride than the other competitors? Yes

She’s not afraid to go for the knees, and while that may or may not go against the rules, nobody is willing to tell her that

She destroys everybody, especially her brother, and looks super proud of herself (she should be, she’s an absolute legend)

💛Lucio💛

Pretty much the only sore loser

And it’s not that he’s bad at any of the events; in fact, he comes in second place almost every time

It’s just that other competitors seem to get a lot more serious about winning when they compete against him

And Asra may or may not have used a little bit of magic in the name of being petty

With that being said, he eventually starts talking about his other great victories in life, and claims that they are much more important than any silly games that you may be playing that day (aka, he’s begging for validation, please spare him some)

💚Muriel💚

He wouldn’t really want to participate at first, so someone will have to drag him into it

Doesn’t really give his all in any of the individual events, but goes all out in team events and helps destroy the competition

The exception is the sack race, which he gets really into

Unfortunately he’s too strong and rips through the sack

He still wins, and doesn’t seem to notice, but he seems so genuinely happy that nobody has the heart to tell him

💙Asra💙

Absolute champion of the buddy system

Now, you may be thinking “this is a sports day, we don’t need a buddy system”, but you’d be wrong

The buddy system is the most important part of the day, and if you think Asra is letting go of his buddy’s hand for even one second then you are sorely mistaken

His poor buddy may miss some events because he decided to take a nap and whoops, looks like his buddy is now trapped in a sleeping Asra’s iron grip

💜Nadia💜

The only one who actually knows all of the rules to the games

When a sports day was announced, she decided it was necessary for her to learn about the different games so she would be prepared

Now she could probably beat anyone on a technicality, but she’d probably realize half way through that the rules don’t really matter as long as everyone is having fun

Once she lets go of the stricter aspects of the day, she finds herself having more fun than she has in ages

🖤Namar🖤

He’s in charge of the snacks!

I don’t know why, he just gives me those vibes

And obviously he doesn’t put the snacks together or carry them around himself (he is royalty, after all), but he does make sure everyone has had enough to eat and has had their preferences catered to

He participates in the events, and often loses on purpose to make everyone feel good about themself

Unless he’s competing against Lucio

He’ll destroy Lucio

🤍Nasrin🤍

She’s the one in charge of handing out medals :)

And you know those medals are made out of real gold

Honestly, the medal isn’t even the real prize, it’s the compliment she gives you when you win

The only reason she isn’t participating in the events herself is because she would absolutely destroy everyone else without even breaking a sweat

💕Nafizah💕

She likes to spectate

It’s not that she’s incapable of participating, or that she doesn’t want to, she just prefers to watch

She’s kind of off in her own little world, but she’s happy to be surrounded by people she loves

She’d also love to play little games of rock-paper-scissors with anyone who needs a break from the games

🔴Nazali🔴

They are the absolute best teammate to have for the three-legged race

Somehow they’re always in sync with the partner, no matter who it is

They’re probably yelling throughout the entire race, but there won’t be any distinguishable words, just pure chaos and joy

That’s okay though, you can tell they’re having the time of their life

And even if they don’t win, they’re too busy laughing about how ridiculous everyone looked to actually care

🟠Navra🟠

Her favourite event is the tug-of-war

This doesn’t mean she’s good at it or anything, she just loves how much fun it is when everybody is working together

She’s the one yelling the loudest and cheering on her teammates

If the other side wins, then they’ll have to drag her the whole way across the line because there’s no way she’s giving up and letting go

🟡Nahara🟡

The undisputed arm-wrestling legend herself

Nobody will ever defeat her, not even Lucio using his metal arm, or Muriel when he isn’t holding back, or the Arcana themselves

But if she casually lets you or Portia score a victory every once in a while, nobody needs to know

And of course, whether she wins or loses (she always wins), she’s a good sport about it

🟢Nasmira🟢

Absolutely demolishes that one race where you have to balance an egg on a spoon

She moves so gracefully that it looks like she’s floating

Crosses the finish line way ahead of everyone else, but claps every time someone else makes it across

Even if you’re dead last, she’ll be cheering you on

🔵Natiqa🔵

Self-proclaimed announcer/commentator

She commentates the events so seriously that you’d think that your little sports day was the Olympics

Also takes the opportunity to roast absolutely everyone who’s competing, whether she likes them or not

Nobody is safe, and she seems to know more about everyone than should be possible

[attack-on-kiwi]

Hi! I really enjoy your writing and your characterization. Could I please request the rest of the fluff alphabet for post-timeskip Reiner? (whichever point is easiest for you to write from)

Check my master list for letters F, H, N, & R!

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

There isn’t much Reiner genuinely likes doing. He’s more than happy to just take part in whatever activities his s/o wants to do. At this point he doesn’t feel like he’s allowed to have an opinion or have any strong wants. This does bother his s/o, so they need to try and coax an answer from him.

They find out he enjoys going for walks. Reiner specifically likes going on long hikes where no other people are around. Sure, he enjoys walking around the marketplace, but there’s always a pressure that he’s going to be cut down at any given moment. Therefore, private hikes are more his scene. He’s able to relax and will be more willing to open up to his s/o during these hikes. 

If he had to pick another activity, it would be training together. He’d want to do something physical, such as sparring because it gives him an easy and familiar way to tease them in a more lighthearted manner, such as play wrestling. It’s one of the few times his s/o gets to see Reiner act his age and not put up walls. 

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

Resilience. The fact that his s/o is able to push through being with someone like him and still see the good in this terrible world has him weak. He feels undeserving of someone so good, but he’s too attached to even consider letting them go. 

To Reiner, their laugh is the most reassuring and calming sound. No matter if their laugh is a gentle chime or a crashing wave, he can’t get enough of it. He swears to himself whenever he makes them laugh, he falls more deeply in love with them than he thought could be possible. 

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

Reiner wouldn’t really know where to start. His mind is racing with thoughts such as “Is there an attack?” and “Did they get hurt?”. He lacks tact when calming them down, gripping their shoulders and forcing them to look at him as he near demands them to spill what’s going on. When that doesn’t work, he tries to rethink his approach. He’ll breathe and calm himself before smoothing his palms over their arms and gently asking them what’s wrong. 

He’ll hug them tightly and wait as they relax. Whether they just cling to him until their breathing calms or they ride out their panic, he’s pressed his lips to the top of their head, mumbling “everything is fine” even if he doesn’t believe it himself.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Reiner, like other warriors, doesn’t entertain the idea of having a future. This man has already resigned himself to the idea that he will be dead within a few years, so what is the point of him imagining a future? 

If he could have his way, he’d want a family. At least one child. Though, he wonders if his child would need a friend since he has no siblings that could provide cousins. Maybe two children, then, so they don’t get lonely. He thinks about how he wants a small, comfortable home away from the bustling of the towns. The seaside sounds ideal. Sometimes he imagines what it would feel like to have those children tucked between him and his partner while he told them exaggerated stories of the animals that lived in the forests. 

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

He’s physically dominant when it comes to most situation. He’ll put himself before his s/o and make sure they are always in his view. When it comes to intimacy, he teeters between being timid and overbearing. It’s difficult for him to find a balance between wanting to be careful and wanting to have his s/o to himself, and they often find him coming on too strong then becoming reclusive for a few moments after due to the fear of having possibly crosses a boundary. 

Reiner sees himself as a natural guardian, so it’s only to be expected that he takes on more traditionally protective roles.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

Reiner is extremely touched that his s/o would stay with a coward such as himself. He thanks them often and brings them gifts. Most of the time it’s food that would otherwise be difficult for them to get their hands on. 

He has a hard time getting out of his head but is able to see that his work and attitude does affect his s/o to a degree and tries to be as mindful as possible. Most times, this mindfulness is chalked up to a simple, “I don’t know what I’d do without you” which needs to be interpreted depending on the context of the situation and his emotional state.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

His s/o grounds him, but they haven’t made huge steps in affecting his personality. He is lost and needs to figure out how to depend on others, and unfortunately, he’s unable to do so credibly at the moment. His s/o hopes Reiner will one day be able to share his burdens with them, even if just a little bit. Reiner definitely teaches them to be patient. 

On the other hand, Reiner is happy to help them overcome their fears. He’s always got a solution and steps to help them get to their goals.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Yes. He’s insecure and is easily provoked by other people giving his s/o attention. If he sees them giving others intimate attention, he will become extremely suspicious and angry. Reiner tries to ignore it since he doesn’t want to cause a scene. Image is important to warriors, after all. He does cling to them more as he tries to calm himself, often holding their hands or hugging them close in private.

If he’s in a situation where he is allowed to make a move, he’s more than willing to use physical force to scare off anyone he sees as trying to get with his s/o.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Reiner’s a good kisser when it comes down to it. His kisses are hot and nearly suffocating. He always has a strong hand behind his partner’s head and another firmly on their back pressing them into him as deep as he can. His skin is warm and being so close to him increases that heat. 

His first kiss with his partner was desperate. Whether it was during an episode back in Paradis or when he got back home, his s/o found him uncharacteristically quiet. Serious. 

Their voice surprised him, causing him to jump as they made their presence known. It was an unusual sight- to see Reiner hunched in on himself. When they got close enough to sit next to him and ask what was going on, he simply told them that he wanted to kiss them at least once since he didn’t know if he’d ever be able to again. After their initial shock, his soon to be s/o agreed, letting him take lead. Reiner licked his lips and placed one hand gently behind their neck while the other rested on their thigh. He leaned ver, finally inviting them to his lips and as the two sought one another’s touch, he found himself pinning them down and nearly unclothing them. Whether his s/o allowed it to continue or stopped is up for debate.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

Reiner would never consider confessing.

He would need to be near death or in an extremely stressful and dire situation to blurt it out. 

That, or during more recent manga events, Reiner would try to find a moment of peace where he and his s/o could speak in private. During a conversation where he finally explains his past, he would likely refuse to make eye contact and stare at their feet. His voice is shaking slightly as he steels himself for whatever the outcome may be. It’s his s/o who turns his cheek to look him in the eye, confessing they are in love with him. It’s overwhelming and as he’s embraced by them, he reciprocates it over and over in shaky whispers that are muffled by their neck. 

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

He likes the idea of marriage. Being with someone who is completely his and building a life together that’s peaceful and without pressure would mean the world to him. 

Reiner’s proposal is private. It would be during camp before the climatic battle. One evening, he’d take his s/o to a private area and reminisce their experiences together. He’s unsure why he’s bringing it up until his s/o asks what he wants to do after they win. He’s taken aback, wanting to say there’s not much left for him once the world is saved. “Will you marry me, Reiner?”

Reiner’s heart stops at that moment. It’s not a proposal, more so it’s just gauging his desires. He can’t help but nod. If they survive, even if he has little time left, he wants to spend it with them.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

Reiner’s love is subtle. It’s not common for people in Marley to outright be romantic in public, so displays are limited. Though at some point when he was younger he would have taken great pride in being overly affectionate in front of others, he now takes solace in being a quiet and helpful lover. It’s difficult for him to really express his love verbally, so he takes action. He’s good with fixing appliances, running errands, and comforting them in private. To most others, it seems Reiner is distant with his s.o, but this is untrue.

He’s skilled in loving them. His holds are firm and comforting. His kisses are deep and true. His actions express his care more accurately than his words ever could. The way he puts himself before them is in itself his ultimate display of love. 

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Reiner prefers to keep his romantic involvement private due to fear for his s/o’s safety. Being Involved with him makes them a target which is something he’s unwilling to look past. This does not mean he is ashamed of them by any means. 

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

His hugs are all consuming. Something about being in his embrace helps wash away all anxiety. It’s truly difficult for his s/o to be upset for long when they’re in his hold. This becomes especially useful during high stress events, and it helps Reiner calm down.  

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

Reiner’s focus isn’t on helping his s/o achieve any goals. His fixation is his mission to save humanity, so he doesn’t actually think too much about if his s/o has any goals they wan to achieve.

If his s/o shares a desire with him, he’s happy to help them map out a plan of attack. There’s not much he can do in ways of helping them if it doesn’t pertain to training or military affairs since most of his time is dedicated to his work. 

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

Reiner prefers having a routine above all else. With how erratic his life is, a sense of peace is important to him. He suffers from PTSD and anxiety among other issues, so knowing where his s/o is during a certain time or having a specific ritual at a certain time every day helps him ground himself. He wouldn’t want to deal with any destructive routines when he has free time. It’s extremely important for him to focus on his healing, so a routine is best.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

Reiner... does not know his s/o well. He knows what bothers them and knows about them from what they share. However, he doesn’t make an effort to learn more. He’s got too much on his plate, and the relationship is reliant on the physical intimacy to help each other blow off steam. He could stand to be more emotionally present. It’s something he’s aware of and feels like it’s too late to do anything about it. If he survives, he wants to build a stronger relationship where the two can equally rely on one another for the support that they need.

He’s empathetic to a degree. He listens to their problems and tries to offer the best support he can, but he’s not necessarily equipped to help someone deal with their own problems when he barely has a handle on his own shaky mental state.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

Reiner is ridiculously obsessed with keeping his relationship. He knows he’s not the best partner that he could be, but he wants to selfishly keep his s/o because they make him feel human. They make him feel worthy of being alive, and he’s too scared of letting that go for who would he be without a purpose? His mission does come first, but he’d be more than willing to throw himself in front of his s/o if it meant securing their escape. 

He’s a natural protector as mentioned before, and couple that with suicidal tendencies and you have someone that’s problematically self-sacrificial. It’s not a good mixture, but it goes to show how dependent he is on his s/o for a sense of stability and how far he’d go to make sure they were safe. 

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

He likes lying face to face when the two are in bed. When Reiner is especially tired, his cheeks and nose flush  a dark pink. It’s always embarrassing when his s/o decides to tease him about it. Don’t you dare call him cute or coo at him because in his tired state he will have no methods of coping. He might even turn around to try and escape their compliments, but if they cling to his back and try to pull him back around, they’re somehow always successful. 

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

Reiner doesn’t kiss often. He does like to hold his s/o’s hands. Clasping their fingers with his own and holding their hand sto his chest in moments of quiet vulnerability will be the most stripped down, vulnerable acts he will ever commit. 

He’s not opposed to his partner kissing him and holding him, he just doesn’t feel worthy of starting the act himself. Once they initiate, he’s more than eager to soak up as much touch as he can. He never wants to let go, meaning they can be in one another’s embrace for hours if they’re lucky.

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

Reiner is good at compartmentalizing his feelings, so he will run on autopilot and just hope that his s/o is alive so he can see them soon.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

As mentioned earlier, Reiner is more than willing to put his life on the line for his s/o. He would run into a head on attack if it meant giving his loved one a moment longer to breathe. 

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Across The Miles

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harry lewis x fem!reader

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You stepped off the plane and were met with the dreary skies that seemed to always plague England. Simon had told you he and JJ would meet you outside of the baggage claim to help you with your bags and take you home.

As soon as you’d wrestled your cases off of the conveyer belt, you walked towards the big exit sign, looking very much like you’d just stepped off of a long haul flight. Donned in sweats and a Sidemen Clothing hoodie with a travel pillow hung around your neck, you weren’t going to be winning any fashion awards any time soon.

“Y/N!”, JJ and Simon called from the other side of the large arrivals hall. You grinned, waving manically at them as you walked over as quick as you could. You dropped you hand luggage down next to your cases and flung your arms around both of them.

“I’ve missed you guys!”, you smiled up at them once they’d released you. “I can’t thank you enough for giving me this opportunity. And letting me live with you guys? I mean... there isn’t enough words to thank you!”, you gushed.

You’d met Simon, JJ and the rest of the Sidemen at the 2017 Upload event and had stayed in touch with them ever since. You’d been planning on moving in together for quite a while, but finding a time when the three of you were free enough to facilitate moving an entire human and her belongings across the Atlantic Ocean was harder than first imagined, but the minute that the three of you had decent schedules, flights were booked, you’d handed your notice in for your apartment in New York and started packing up your things.

By the time you’d been moved into the spare room, your room, it was nearing 5pm. “We were thinking about grabbing dinner with the rest of the guys? They’ve all missed you and I know Freya and Talia are dying to see you”, Simon said from the door frame.

“Yeah, sounds good”, you smiled from where you sat on the floor, surrounded by your clothes as you tried to organise them.

“You don’t have to do it all in one go. Why don’t you grab a shower and get changed and then you can have another go at this once were back from dinner?”, Simon suggested, the exhaustion from the day beginning to become clear on your face. You nodded, putting down whatever it was you were trying and failing to fold and took yourself off for a shower.

Of course, the guys took you to Nando’s. With there only being a handful of the restaurants in America, and none in New York, you made a point of going whenever you were in the UK. “Are you excited to see Harry?”, Simon poked at you from the drivers seat, glancing back at you in the rearview mirror.

“Wait, what!?”, JJ exclaimed from the passenger seat, struggling to turn around and face you in his seat. “What’s this then?”, he pestered, reaching out to shove against your knee.

“It’s nothing”, you said pointedly, glaring at Simon.

“Oi, so Simon knows and I don’t? Bit unfair”, JJ sassed, pulling a face at you.

“Simon knows nothing”, you told JJ. “He’s getting ideas in his head that I haven’t said anything about”, you said, eyeing Simon again.

“So, was I just supposed to ignore one of my best friends’ names popping up, literally non-stop, on one of my other best friend’s phone?”, Simon quipped, raising an eyebrow. “I’m just saying what I see, is all”, he shrugged.

“Okay, sue me, I’ve stayed in touch with Harry. Have you guys forgotten that I’ve literally just moved into the same city as all of you and your friends?”, you snipped.

Simon grumbled in defeat, all whilst JJ’s eyes followed the back and forth between the two of you. He sat there with a massive grin on his face, and you just knew that he wasn’t going to leave this alone over dinner.

When you walked into the restaurant, you were greeted by a round of hugs from all the guys, being given the eye by Simon and JJ when you looped your arms around Harry’s frame. You were hugged by Talia and Freya as well, when the guys finally let you go.

“It’s so good to finally see you again in person”, Freya beamed. “Discord and twitch just don’t do it after being friends for this long”, she pouted, eliciting a laugh from both you and Talia.

The group sat down at the table, smaller groups of people all chattering amongst themselves. “How was your flight?”, Harry asked from the opposite side of the table.

“It wasn’t too bad, I’m kinda used to it now, I guess? I mean, 8 hours is 8 hours so it was pretty dull, but I managed to get a few movies in”, you smiled.

“Oh yeah?”, he asked. “What did you watch? Am I gonna be disappointed?”, he asked you with a laugh.

“Of course you’ll be disappointed, you don’t like watching films”, you laughed happily. “I finally started chipping away at my Disney plus watchlist, so I watched Up and both of the Incredibles films”, you told him.

You kept chatting with Harry, along with Ethan, who was next to Harry, and Vik, who was next to you, until your food came. Once people had plates in front of them, chatter died down significantly, only the occasional comment here and there made itself known.

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“He likes you too, you know”, Simon commented as he drove the three of you home. You’d been bundled into the backseat, wrapped up in JJ’s jacket as you were practically falling asleep on Vik’s shoulder.

“No, he doesn’t, Simon”, you denied sleepily, eyes drifting closed as you rested your head against the cold glass of the window.

“And how do you know that? He doesn’t even know that you like him, so how could he have turned you down?”, Simon asked.

“Because he’s Harry. I’m just some small timer from New York that you guys seemed to adopt after Upload”, you told him. “Look. I’ll get over it, I just need you to stop bringing it up so that I can actually forget about it and ignore the mushy feelings”.

As soon as Simon pulled the car to a stop, you climbed out and started making your way to the lift. You leaned heavily against the wall of the lift as it hurtled the three of you up to your floor. “Thanks for the coat, Jide”, you smiled tiredly, hanging the jacket up on a hook by the door. “I love you and all that, but I’m off to bed. My eyes are melting”, you groaned, waving your hand roughly in the direction of your room. Simon and JJ only laughed at you, wishing you a good night as you trudged down the hallway.

What you’d quite easily admitted in your half awake state wasn’t mentioned again, much to your relief. You got on with filming you ‘I’ve moved house!?’ videos and ‘Guess who I live with?’ clickbait titles. You started streaming more with the the girls, since you were finally in their timezone, and even dropped into the occasional Among Us stream with whoever was playing that night.

You settled into life in London well. You were surrounded by your friends and you doing what you loved with the people you loved. You’d felt more at home in the short months you’d lived in London than you ever had in New York. There was only one problem, though...

The Harry situation hadn’t resolved itself.

Which is why, when Simon came and asked you if you’d be in a video where he sets you up on a blind date, you couldn’t see a reason to turn it down. Worst case scenario, the date went horribly and Simon got a funny video of it. It wasn’t like you’d ever had to see the guy again.

You sat in front of the camera with Simon. “So, before I can send you on this blind date, I need to know what to look for”, he said.

“Erm - someone who’s funny, easy to get along with, can take a joke. Someone who won’t be intimidated or annoyed about me having quite a few male friends, someone who’s supportive of my career...”, you listed, trailing off when you realised who that described to a tee.

“And what do I need to avoid?”, Simon asked. If he had noticed any similarities of your description to Harry, he chose to keep his mouth shut about it.

“Someone thats going to be ashamed of me and my career or is going to want me to take my attention away from Youtube and Twitch. It’s one of the most important things in my life and I love what I do for a living and I’m so lucky that I get to do this for a living, so avoid someone that’s going to try and come between me and that, I guess”, you told Simon.

You knew that you weren’t going to find the love of your life doing this. It was more than likely going to be another single youtuber that Simon had roped into his video with the promise of a great video title and some decent content. But it would be nice to get dressed up nice and have an evening away from editing software or your stream deck.

Simon had told you where to go and when, he’d also told you to dress “all nice like”. He’d set the date up at a cocktail bar that you’d been wanting to visit since you’d moved to London. You only agreed to it once you confirmed that the expenses would be on him because top shelf liquor was on the bottom shelf in this place.

You picked out a dark green satin dress and paired it with some strappy silver heels. You took advantage of the opportunity and filmed yourself getting ready so that if things didn’t go too horrifically, you could post a ‘get ready for my blind date with me’.

Sitting down and chatting to the camera as you got ready took longer than you’d expected. You were rushing around, stressing about your Uber not being there quick enough to get you to the bar in time.

“I’ll drop you off”, JJ offered, already heading over to pick his keys up. “And that way, if he’s a weirdo, you don’t have to worry about waiting for another car to come get you”.

You climbed into the Porsche, thanking JJ for what might have been the fiftieth time since leaving the apartment. “You can stop saying thank you, Y/N. I offered”, he chuckled as he drove out of the parking garage. “You look lovely tonight, whoever Simon’s got you set up with is lucky”, he told you, sending you a genuine smile.

“Thank you, Jide”, you smiled. The rest of the car journey was shrouded in a comfortable silence, disrupted only by the radio. “I think it’s just around this corner”, you said, pointing out of the front window.

JJ pulled up by the bar and came around to help you out of the car, causing you to laugh. “You don’t have to escort me in, J”, you told him lightly. “Why are you acting like an over-protective dad?”, you whispered to him in a giggle.

“Just trust me”, he told you, rolling his eyes softly.

You kept your arm looped through JJ’s as he walked you down the pavement. As you neared the entrance to the bar, you saw a figure standing outside, looking around nervously. That must be him.

“Harry?”, you asked. You turned to JJ, “I think there’s been a mistake. I’m supposed to be on a blind date”.

“Surprise, I think”, Harry said awkwardly, scratching his arm.

“Look after her, Harry”, JJ told him sternly. JJ dropped a kiss to the side of your forehead. “Call me or Simon if either of you need anything, yeah?”, he said before he turned and walked back to his car, leaving you and Harry alone.

“I promise I’ll say something, I think I’m just still trying to process what’s going on”, you laughed awkwardly, fiddling with the strap of your clutch in your hands.

“I can maybe clear things up over a drink? Simon’s paying”, Harry said lightly, reaching his hand out to you. You smiled and nodded, letting him take your hand in his and guide you into the bar.

Once you’d got your drinks, Harry lead you to the terrace garden out the back. It was decorated with flowers and muted fairy lights, making for quite the romantic atmosphere. Harry pulled the tall chair out for you and held his hand out to help you up before walking to the other side of the table and sitting opposite you.

“I - uh. Basically, I asked Simon’s advice on how to ask you out and he said that whenever he brought me up around you, you shut him down. So he came up with this idea. I totally get it if you want JJ to come back and pick you up after this drink, I just couldn’t not try... at least once”, Harry said, sounding dejected as he finished.

You put your hand over Harry’s that rested on the table. “I won’t be calling JJ, Harry. I’m over the moon to be here”, you told him with a smile. “I only kept shutting Simon down because he’s been trying to interfere since the day I landed in London. I was convinced that you wouldn’t like me so I just tried to... I don’t know... get over it, I guess”, you told him. You could feel the blush creeping up your cheeks as you spoke, hoping it wasn’t too obvious.

“Why wouldn’t I?”, Harry asked quietly, rubbing his fingers over the back of your hand absentmindedly as he did.

“Are you kidding? You’re part of one of the biggest youtube groups, have a successful youtube channel, you’ve been someone for so long. And I’m just... what? A newbie who got adopted by the big boys in London. I never thought you could”, you said, voice dropping to a whisper.

“Y/N, you’re amazing”, Harry boasted. “You’re an amazing streamer and your youtube content is quality. Okay so I’ve been uploading longer? And? It doesn’t mean anything, Y/N. And believe it or not, I like the you I see off camera, you know”, Harry said shyly.

“I guess I owe Simon an apology then”, you smiled at Harry, who took your hand in his.