#so ofc i had to make it real and force everyone else to hear it too

[voidedaurora]

I've been keeping my actual posts about this minimal for the time being because of some things behind the scenes but I've just been sent this mess of an announcement she's made in her discord and I thought I'd say something about it

(yes mel, I AM going to break this down considering you have a tendency to lie and skew things and say weird shit that gets looked over otherwise)

SS #1

First of all. What are you trying to do here, Garner pity? trying to get SYMPATHY and leniency for actions YOU made, things YOU did. Trying to garner sympathy as if you're the one that's been victimized in this whole thing, as much as you'd like to see yourself as a victim you are not!

Being called out for terrible things YOU'VE done does not make you a victim and does not give you any passes for anything.

Its understandable to be stressed, but you're putting this on yourself by trying to disprove things that simply cannot be because these are things that've actually happened, not random BS to take you down.

The easiest and best thing you could've and still can do in this situation is admit your wrongs and get off the internet to live in REAL life for a little and maybe seek some help for your mental so you cant hurt anyone else.

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SS #2

Now this is just a bit odd? I know for a fact you do not have any "hidden answers everyone's looking for" bc most things of note have been presented (at least from me personally) and have already PROVEN these things did indeed happen?

(excluding the few things that were in vc unrecorded)

Things will never go back to normal, you cant even pin this on being a "stupid kid" anymore because this is behavior that has spanned across YEARS and YEARS now with no change, whenever people have tried to help you, push you in the right direction, directly explained something you're doing is wrong, etc. You've been mean and unwilling to hear anyone out and would rather live your life a hateful individual that gets to do whatever she wants without consequences or any real responsibility and attempt to improve yourself.

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SS #3

From the time I knew you you did not bother to let people tell you when you were wrong and would get EXTREMELY aggressive and defensive when anyone would, you never took the time to understand when you did something wrong (outside of 1 or two instances) and would just do the same things again and again regardless of whether it was wrong or right just because you can, so ofc you wouldn't understand its wrong. you didn't care

As a minor myself (17, going on 18) I know where my boundaries are when speaking to people younger and know when and where not to cross that line BEFORE being an adult, so what's your excuse?

People don't expect you to "know everything" just the bare minimum of not being a fucking weirdo to minors, not sexually using people, and to have a little common sense.

It does not matter whether your old friend groups (WITH PEOPLE A YEAR BEHIND OR AHEAD OF YOU IN AGE) had sexual jokes normalized or not, you wouldn't go into a elementary school and start making sex jokes in front of minors irl right, because those are children, or would your humor that overrides normal common sense force you to make those jokes anyway? Seriously.

And spoiler (from what I've been told and shown by khai)

She still to this day makes sex jokes and remarks around and to her friends despite in private acknowledging she should stop acting like this. Its honestly disgusting she can allegedly have acknowledged to Khai that what she was doing is wrong, only to continue making jokes and doing things she shouldn't around her.

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SS #4

This is Equally as weird as the rest of her response previously, I see where her intentions are but the way she's worded and executed it leaves such a bad taste in my mouth considering the nature of what she's been called out for (Being sexual around/to minors, Sexual abuse, etc)

Making the server 18+ would've been a great show of growth and intent to correct things from you if you hadn't gone "There'd still be some people underage within the server" , It's genuinely the weirdest way you could go about doing this, if you're making ANYTHING 18+ you cannot be allowing the people that are >18 to stay in, that completely defeats the purpose of upping the servers age considering 80% of the fans that'd even be joining your server and interacting are ALREADY going to be in there and verified.

This is basically like going "I'll make it 18+ but my fav minors can stay in!". If you were making your server 17+ and wanted to keep a couple 16 yr olds that are turning 17 soon in (and there was no nsfw in the server) that'd be okay! but when you're making anything 18+ that implies there's enough mature content in there to warrent it being 18+ and wouldn't be ok to keep minors in for that reason.

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SS #5

No comment honestly, you did this to yourself and could've saved yourself and many others time and energy by admitting your wrongdoings, getting off the internet, and getting help instead of making up shit and trying to save face now that you've finally been seriously called out.

Must suck finally getting repercussions for your actions after years of being too "untouchable" for anyone to say something.

I've made my thoughts quite clear here, Do not go harass Quartelz or any of her friends. You may voice your opinions but please do so with humanity and maturity.

As much as you'd like me to "burn out" Mel, You're not gonna get what you want and I will keep fighting for people to see the real person you are and for you to get the consequences you've been owed for years now.

If you want to try and talk to me about everything that is still an option but It will not make me magically forgive or take back anything I've said or will say.

(unless there was a genuine misunderstanding with some part, but I highly doubt this since I've tried to keep everything I say as PROVABLE as possible)

[clangenrising]

i think the hate comes from the fact she still does try to justify/excuse Razor, despite hearing from many cats how horrible he was to them. like we know he is an abuser and a rapist. she thinks it's bizarre/odd/whatever that his rape victim (Scorch) calls the idea of him being sweet and caring 'nightmarish'. brother or not, he is emotional, physical and sexual abuser, and she still seems to find it weird that cats dont… tolerate him in the slightest. that does rubs as rape/abuse apologism bc 'he was nice to ME and he is MY FAMILY, he would NEVER do something like that..' soo many irl families have sadly ('no way my son could had possibly violated someone. this bitch is clearly lying and trying to ruin our family' type of shit you know)

like yeah having to live for months with people (cats) who killed your family member celebrated it is harsh, i do give her that ofc. on top of her kitten crash and being more or less forced to tend them or else, and she is in no good shape to properly accept and internalize the Shadow Truth. but many people irl dealt with people like her, trying to bend over and backwards to justify their family members and friends, even after coming in contact with those who were deeply hurt by them.

That is a good point, I see where you're coming from. Clearly you've been very hurt by this kind of thing in the past and I hope nothing I've done made you feel more hurt.

I was just surprised because Mystique isn't like, for example, a parent who makes excuses for a son who has been accused of sexual assault and insists that he's totally innocent despite evidence to the contrary. She's a victim too, even if she was never physically or sexually assaulted by Razor. All of her denials aren't meant to hurt the victims or protect Razor, they're to protect herself from the terrifying reality of her situation. Does that make what she did right? No, and I don't think I've ever said that, but I do think it makes it less deplorable.

As well, its not like Scorch has told her "he assaulted me." Scorch is VERY private and so that stuff isn't public knowledge. I feel like there might be some projection on to her because of information the audience has that she doesn't. As far as killing Smokyrose, that was framed to the city cats as a casualty of war, not the murder of a peace negotiator, and to her is similar to if say, Razor were a cop who shot somebody. We obviously would find that terrible but from her conservative point of view that's just his job, to protect the city from dangerous cats with lethal force if necessary. When she got to the Clans that became more complicated for her and she's hasn't ever once claimed Razor was in the right to kill her.

What she did ask for was that the fight be solved peacefully. As far as she knows, the Clans are blowing Razor's actions out of proportion and jumping to killing him when there could have been a different solution. Like, imagine if you went to a village and everyone there was like "your brother is an evil murderer" and then failed to present you with any substantial evidence. Who would you want to believe, the strangers ready to kill him or your brother who has only ever been good to you and everyone you know (or at least, you've rationalized his behavior to believe that's the truth, lied to your self enough that you believe it)?

This isn't to trivialize what you went through or excuse real life cases of people who deny heinous acts. This is simply to say, I feel like anyone who hates Mystique isn't engaging with the entirety of the story I'm telling. I understand, though, that this could be because of a defensive reaction and I don't mean to put any blame on someone who might be feeling that way. This is a complicated topic and its possible for neither party to be the bad guy in this situation.

[mayday-jd]

alr I lied I gotta talk about smth else quickly

• so remember when I mentioned branch's reaction to the country song when they entered lonesome flats??

yeah now let's talk about how poppy reacted

poppy hears the song then concludes that the country trolls are miserable and don't know how to have fun

and what better way to make them have fun?? force them to listen to pop music.

cough cough barb parallels COUGH

ofc that doesn't work the country trolls are appalled by their pop medley

all of them... except for hickory

I think poppy was drawn to hickory because he was the only one that seemed to along with what she had to say without any complaints basically he said what she wanted to hear so she trusted him wholeheartedly

now let's actually get into my favorite part of this movie

• I LOVE THE FUNK TROLLS HOLY FUCKING SHIT

I don't think you need a genius to figure out that these are black folks LIKE LOOK AT THEM AND LISTEN TO THE QUEEN ESSENCE

guys the vas of the royal funk family are all black. ik maybe doesn't mean anything BUT MAYBE IT DOES ALR

anyways no matter what race the funk trolls may be they still play such an important role in this movie and let me tell y'all why and how

thru their encounter with the funk trolls, our pop trolls duo (yeah biggie left) learn three important things :

- differences do matter, they're a part of our identity and it would be wrong to ignore them

- even with those differences and origins, trolls still can be multiple/different things (ex.: cooper who says that he's pop AND funk, prince d who identifies as a hip pop troll which is not on poppy's outdated ass map)

- yeah that story poppy heard from the pop trolls' perspective?? yeah no that's not how it actually happened

explained beautifully by anderson .paak's song, the pop trolls stole all the strings, used them to make their kind of music and cut out the other trolls from the music scene

in the words of prince d

"That's just the story cut out and glued by the winners"

AND YES THAT'S HISTORY FOR YA

different retellings, stories of what happened from another pov because guess which perspective you read from the history books?? the winners.

poppy hears all this and y'all idk if it's because poppy's voiced by anna kendrick but this is where all I could think about of was white saviour complex

because this girl is still all about uniting all trolls so they'll live in harmony and yes it comes from a good place but she's just not getting it and fucking hell 😭

she does get the message at the end of the movie after finally meeting barb and speaking of her....

• barb is awful and that's what makes her a great character

as we all know barb's plan is so "unite" all troll nations under the rule of hard rock which is not uniting that's just assimilation

where poppy's desire for every troll to live together in harmony all united by music, barb's comes from a sense of superiority and maybe even pity

evident by every moment she steals a string, barb comments on the other trolls' music with insults which justifies why their music isn't real music while hers is

what's funny is that barb and poppy are very similar

they both really want to prove themselves as good queens, they desire for all trolls to be united and, even if poppy won't admit it, they both see their music as superior tho that degree of superiority is very different

where the similarities end are that barb doesn't want everyone around her to say what she wants to hear, she wants ppl to be real to her, meanwhile poppy refuses to hear anyone else's voice because it's different from hers

which leads to another difference between the two, poppy learns to listen to others because

"A real queen listens." (both said by her and branch)

now let's talk about that finale shall we??

[mur-art]

Oooo, you have Jefferson hcs? I'd love to hear them if you're comfortable with that (not forced)

I definitely haven’t thought about this too much /s

TL;DR I feel like he’d be a great one-off character for the Table purely for comedic value. Dude is pathetic and his antics and attempts to convince others of his legitimate (totally legitimate, he swears) statehood would be hilarious.

Some art and HCs under the cut.

@freshwolfhell has lots of good Jeff HCs as well! A lot of these are the results of our discussions!

TW Discussion of weed (ofc) and other drugs

I forgot if I posted this one or not; again, credit to @freshwolfhell for inspiring this silly comic.

-As the comic above implies, Jeff is sometimes the definition of political “horseshoe theory”; coming to agree with certain progressive/liberal values not because he understands them or agrees with them, but for his own completely unhinged reasons.

-Dude smokes so much weed. He’s just constantly surrounded by a haze. He also struggles with addictions to some harder drugs.

-He’s a hardcore conspiracy theorist. There aren’t many conspiracy theories he DOESN’T believe in, even ones that seemingly contradict each other.

-He lives in an RV deep in the forest. The RV is covered in moss and hasn’t been moved in at least 20 years. It’s at the end of a dirt road that’s impassable when it rains. He rarely leaves, but when he does, he drives an old beat up Subaru with a hundred somewhat contradictory political bumper stickers.

-He managed to rig up a setup for TV and shitty internet, but he’s very much stuck in the past technology-wise. He still rents DVDs and listens to the radio. His favorite pastime is listening to true crime or conspiracy podcasts, and/or watching news stories about how much California sucks.

-He may or may not frequently get mistaken for some type of cryptid.

-He used to work in the logging industry and he feels a lot of resentment at California and the “environmentalists,” who, in his opinion, ruined his life by lobbying against the industry, leading to the downfall of so many of “his” towns and plunging him into poverty. He’s extremely bitter about this, as well as every other wrong (imagined or real) committed by California and Oregon against him. (Just like California) He keeps receipts. He writes down everything in a journal, and takes it with him everywhere.

-He lets his resentment and anger control him. Instead of trying to better his own situation or trying to get along with others, he places the blame for his own failures on everyone else.

-A lot of his resentment and anger is (perhaps misplaced) jealousy. Of California. Of the other cities and regions of California who have (in his mind) everything he never had. Of the other states, who are recognized as such and the honor that brings. Of course he’d never admit this.

-He’s convinced in his own mind that he’s a real state, and has been for decades, and that everyone else is actively conspiring to hide that fact.

-In an attempt to to gain support, he’s gone to the other “misfits” in the nation like Puerto Rico, Hawai’i, and Maryland. Each attempt has backfired spectacularly, as he’s not exactly culturally or racially aware, and ended up saying some offensive shit to them.

-He tries to call both California and Oregon every Thursday to remind them that he’s a state, but they’ve long since blocked him on every form of communication. So he’s gone back to writing letters. They’re long-winded, filled with spelling errors, and list (in great detail) every grievance that Jeff has with both of them. He never gets a response, but he continues to send them.

-He also writes letters to various other California and Oregon cities— nasty, threatening letters if he hates them (San Francisco) or vague attempts to make friends if he likes/admires them (Bakersfield).

-He has a whole ass arsenal of guns. He is absolutely NOT a responsible gun owner. He should probably not be trusted with any type of weapon, not even a kitchen knife.

-He’s a self-proclaimed “survivalist.” He knows how to forage for food and he does eat a lot of wild blackberries and fish he caught himself. However, all the ramen and candy he eats on a regular basis might be hard to find during the apocalypse…

In conclusion, he (not California, as he claims) is his own worst enemy. He lets his legitimate feelings of betrayal and isolation burn out of control and rule his life. He’s lonely and bitter and he’s constantly seeking the kind of validation he never receives.

Also, here’s a playlist for this asshole. Mostly just vibes.

[halcyon-writings]

“i think we’re friends now.” “God, don’t say that.” with Childe or maybe Wanderer :3c

ngl i was really debating on who to use this prompt for, but ultimately decided on wanderer, the murderous meow meow.

notes: the reader isn't the traveler, they have a vision, but I didn't specify details about the element/weapon so go crazy ig, i’m trying not to like, give wanderer a specific name bc he's got like 8 at least and then there’s the customizable names, the prompt is from the enemies to lovers midpoint list, so ofc, yall aren't gonna be besties (or possibly more) 100%, but it’s a start

nav.

When the Traveler asked for your help in occasionally joining them as they moved across Teyvat, you did not think that you would be actively fighting life-sized mushrooms on top of that.

The creatures, while cute from afar, were far more dangerous up close, especially for someone who either did not have a vision or did not have any sort of combat training. Although you can't help but almost feel bad as one of the many mushrooms you had fought squeaked in pain, coming into contact with your own attacks.

You feel a strong wind coming nearby and you scowl. Because not only do mushrooms move past you, you have to dig your feet into the ground, lest you be blown away by the wind's strength. Your surprised expression immediately morphs into a scowl, of course, of fucking course.

Laughter is heard before you see him, "Ah, hello to you too."

You're tempted at making an obscene gesture, but instead, smile tightly, because you know that he'll like the attention.

"Well, I'm glad that what you lack in height is made up for in your strength."

But your enjoyment the anger on his face is short lived. As you hear the angry squeaks coming from the fungi, you grab his sleeve, and with some force (maybe a little bit exaggerated, since he easily stumbles, although that could be since he was taken off guard).

Despite his protests, at least he thanks you.

The Traveler and Paimon watching this, look silently towards one another with a shared look that is of purely pained understanding, back to you both now sharing friendly banter, then turning back to share the same look again. The pair mutually agreed on one thing: you both were hopeless.

The afternoon continues as normal, or at least as normal as it can be whilst hunting mushrooms and other beasts that made Sumeru their abode. You were currently enjoying one of the pita sandwiches that the Traveler had brought along. Using the giant tree behind you as a way to shade yourself. The rustle of grass beside you has you peering from the wanderer at the corner of your eye. “I didn’t think you’d deign yourself to sitting among the rest of us,” You say thoughtfully after swallowing your food. (Seeing as how he would usually head off on his own, even with the breaks that everyone else took.)

He sniffs derisively, “Seeing you laze about reminded me that taking breaks is good too. Can’t have you working too hard.”

You make a face at his expression, far too pleased with himself for your liking.

“Oh why thank you, honorable wanderer. Are you sure it’s not because you missed my presence that much you wanted to sit next to me?”

He doesn’t answer, and for a moment you think you possibly could have gone too far, before you take a closer look at this wanderer.

Oh my... He was smiling! A part of yourself feels giddy yet proud at this new reaction. For the amount of time you had joined the traveler’s expeditions, this was the first time you saw anything close to a real smile. Most of the time you had shared disdain for one another.

“...I suppose, you are not the most intolerable.” He shrugs, making a point to observe the giant tree above you both.

You grin, akin to a cat that caught the canary, “I think we’re friends now.”

“God, don’t say that,” He says, yet continues to move to sit next to you.

Still, you laugh quietly to yourself.

[haysprite]

can we hear some of your headcanons about frank :)

OMG YES !!! I feel like my interpretation of him is like really different than other people's, but its finnnneee :o) Also there's a lot so brace yourself 👍 I also wanted to focus more on just him this time around since I've already done a HC dump about him and Julie !

• AuDHD also go brrr (I’ll be real I’ve hit all four of em with this lmfao)

• Has a really high pain tolerance! He could break a bone or somethin and literally try to walk it off despite the other’s protests. 

• ON THE OTHER HAND THO, he is PATHETIC when it comes to getting sick (which isn’t often, but that means it hits him HARD when he does). Talk about man colds fr 🙏 The other three tend to make fun of him for this, but Julie still takes care of him cause she finds it a bit funny and wants to help her silly bf out.

• Absolutely loves being the center of attention, so he defo tries to impress anyone around him

• He really did enjoy playing basketball and being on Fairview’s team! He didn’t really get along with most of his team, but he was pretty good at the sport and being on the court was sometimes freeing for him. Was also a p good excuse to stay away from home.

• Dropped out of school early into his senior year, punching that referee was simply his final straw

• During the car ride to Ormond, he defo tried to run away while Clive was stopped to get some gas, but got caught pretty quickly. Frank may be strong, but Clive was stronger, and managed to force him back into the car. The rest of the ride was pretty silent after this

• Absolutely loves hoodies and jackets, and is rarely seen without one (whether he’s wearing it or just has it on hand). They’re just comfy, what can I say

• Loves the thrill of fights, which he gets into a bit more often than he probably should. Also tends to be the one to throw the first punch.

• He is NOT a morning person whatsoever. It takes him forever to finally drag his ass out of bed. He’s more of a night person, both for the peacefulness and because there’s more potential to cause some mayhem without getting caught.

• Though he’s the leader of the Legion, most of the plans and ideas come from Julie and Joey, since they actually like to think plans through unlike Frank, who will jump straight into something without giving it a second thought. He’s got zero impulse control lets be fr

• Hates the quiet, he either has to have music playing or be talking to somebody or else he just feels uncomfortable

• Has quite a few tattoos, though the only one ever really visible is the one on his neck. Got his first tattoo at 15 and loved the rush he got from getting one. I feel like he got his neck tattoo right before being dragged to Ormond at (roughly) 17. He had to be sneaky about getting them, ofc, but he’s always been pretty good at faking IDs and lying about his age (hence why he’s able to get his hands on alcohol n shit p easily).

• He’s a bit of a flirt, having a pretty charming nature to him, which he defo uses to his advantage when he needs to get out of sticky situations

• Not trusted behind the steering wheel, so Julie or Joey are always the ones to drive everyone places, which he’s a bit annoyed by, but he got over it eventually

• Has a lil collection of random trinkets he’s saved throughout his life, like things he’s stolen from every foster home he’s been through, random shit he’s found on the ground, gifts given to him by his friends, etc

• Whenever he was relocated, he would ALWAYS research as much as he possibly could about where he was being sentenced to. He found the history behind certain places really interesting, especially if there were any murders or creepy shit involved, and it also helped him plan out ways to get out of there as quickly as possible.

• Absolutely hates Clive with the PASSION. He did nothing but ignore Frank, no matter how hard he tried to get his attention. Frank picked a lot of verbal fights with him, some of them almost escalating into something physical, but Clive wasn’t afraid to fight back and stopped each fight pretty quickly.

• Got kicked out about half a year after turning 18, but he didn’t really care since he basically lived at the lodge anyway. Just meant he was finally free from living with Clive permanently

• He has a funny older brother / younger sister relationship with Susie. They’ll do shit like yelling at each other from across the lodge about what kind of pizza they should get, or walking into the room the other is in only to stand there silently before turning off the lights and BOOKING it. They annoy each other a lot, but they do it out of love (platonic obv) lmfao

• He and Joey do stupid shit like wrestling, arm wrestling, or straight up fights to see who’s stronger. Despite Frank being the one to initiate most of these, Joey wins a good 90% of the time unless he’s really caught off guard.

• Would do literally anything for Julie <3 He is so pathetically in love with her. I feel like Susie bugged him a lot about this before he and Julie started dating, calling him out whenever she caught him staring at Julie for too long or just teasing him about it

• Is REALLY bad at comforting his friends when they’re feelin down, but he tries his best 👍 It’s either him threatening to kick the ass of whoever made them upset, or just being silent and letting them vent cause he doesn’t really know how to respond

• Got super excited when he found out Julie also loved slasher films and learning about serial killers, and was really happy about finally having someone to talk about this shit with. They have movie nights a lot where they watch stupid slasher films for sure !

• It takes a lot to calm him down when he’s angry. Though his friends are sometimes able to help, most of the time they have to leave him be and let him punch or break some shit to release his anger.

• He always feels really bad whenever he blows up at one of his friends, he just struggles with actually apologizing about it. Julie is helping him a lot with this, and even though progress is slow, he’s slowly learning and getting better at it

[x-authorship-x]

God now you had me imagining Genma flirting with Shisui when all of a sudden he feels this super heavy and threatening gaze on the back of his head from Kisame lmao that'd be funny

🤭

Kisame is the type to burn holes into the back of your skull and not look away or pretend he was doing anything else if caught. If Genma or Shisui straight up asked "what are you doing?" Then Kisame would promptly reply "I'm being pretty clear" to shisui and "think again" to genma

Genma is more the type to enjoy riling people up and then later complain about threats to his continued existence, all whilst smirking and making the whole thing as excruciating as possible for everyone in the vicinity

However, Shisui?

Shisui has noped himself through the ceiling. He might be smart and loyal and popular and manipulative BUT Shisui also has a fucked sense of worth and he views Kisame so highly that he's definitely feeling way below his league. Kisame is staring at him? Ofc he is, they're in the middle of a match and kisame is just as competitive as Shisui is, he's planning on a killer backswing on that next bludger! Kisame is going to murder genma? Who wouldn't! Kisame wants to kiss shisui full on the mouth? Genma you're not funny that's invasive on their friendship

Shisui: I do not see, I cannot perceive

Kisame: let's go on a date

Shisui: *too busy chanting to hear him properly* IM BUSY

Kisame: ah... Well. Shisui is a popular pretty boy. I was pushing my luck to begin with *cue disappointment that he aggressively forces aside and that promptly throws shisui into a witch hunt (lol) for whoever has fucked up his crush's mood*

*eternity later*

Shisui: i had to hear through six different rumors that some bastard dared turn YOU down?! I'm gonna find out who so i can escort them to the hospital!

(Itachi: please tell me you mean to get their head checked and not-)

Kisame: ??? Wtf

Shisui: yes i am emotionally invested in your romantic life (to a suspicious degree)

Zabuza, who is close to mass homicide: you turned him down, fucking idiot????

Shisui then has a breakdown but miraculously kisame has invested too much NOT to date him for real

Happy ending yay~

(why did I type this out like it's 2007 on ff.net, this is genuinely unhinged?)

👋🥴

[sunnyie-eve]

11 | Alive

Series: Never Leave You | OBX

Paring: (JJ Maybank x OFC! Rafe Cameron x OFC!)

Word Count: 2K

Warnings: near death experience, little soft Rafe

MASTERLIST

Going to school Kie gives them all a ride and they could feel everyone staring at them as they walk into school.

While in their history class, all four of their phones went off. They all look to see they got a text from an unknown number. JJ and Callie get up from their seats sneaking over to Kie and Pope to look at the message.

They all hold out their phones to see a picture of John B and Sarah. JJ rushes out of the class room first with Callie following then Kie then Pope. Out in the courtyard Kie texts the number to make sure it was actually them so John B talks about JJ making them all happy their friends are still alive.

After school the four talk about how to clear John B's name so he can come home. JJ had the smart idea to kidnap Rafe and threaten him till he tells the truth.

"So how exactly do you plan on clearing John B's name from a prison cell? Because that's a felony, hon." Callie give him a look.

"All right, well, what do you got, cupcake? I was just trying to keep it simple. You know, one stop, and we're done."

"All we need is a material witness. We saw Ward's plane fly right over our heads with the gold inside of it. He didn't fly it. If somebody else flew, they were there in the tarmac. They saw Peterkin get murdered. We just have to find whoever that was an get them to confess on record." Pope tells the three.

"How do we do that?" Kie asks him.

"A little light espionage." Pope tells her.

"A little ghost recon." JJ says before they all Woogity-woogity.

The plan was to plant a phone in the car belonging to Ward's pilot, who saw everything and knows the truth. "Don't do anything dangerous." Kie tells Pope as he gets out of the car.

"Come on. I'm not JJ." He gets out.

"Funny, Pope." JJ tells him.

"It was though." Callie give him a smile so he flicks her.

"How's it been going, you know, with Pope and all?" JJ asks Kie.

"It's good. How are you two?" Kie asks not looking back at them.

"What?" They both say together.

"You know what I mean." She smiles to herself as they look at each other.

"Good. Umm, in the bedroom, is he, like, kinda freaky, cause it's Pope, you know?" JJ says making both girls look at him.

"Why are you asking? Want me to ask about you two in bed?"

"No, I was just curious. Just spitballing." He tells her.

"You don't need to spitball so stop, please." Callie looks out the window. When Pope got back he was confused why it was so quiet and awkward in the car, "JJ spitballing but we're all good." Callie gives him a smile as he looks back at them.

Later at night sitting outside the house still, Kiara calls the man, whose name is Gavin, and freaks him out by saying she knows Rafe was the real killer. As they hope, Gavin then calls Ward and says he wants to renegotiate their deal. Turns out, he kept the gun that Ward told him to get rid of, and now he wants triple the cash he was promised, plus Ward's plane. As they start to lose signal, Pope gets out running to hide closer to the car to hear the rest of the conversation. So the other three follow to learn he's meeting Ward right now.

The four record Gavin and Ward's meeting. With the meeting quickly turning heated, Ward shoots Gavin in a bid to save his son from imprisonment. Whilst all this occurs, the gun falls down a drain, and Kie screams out to Ward that he's a murderer. Forced to flee from Ward, the recorder gets broken. The four argue who was to blame, but had Kie not shouted 'Murderer', they wouldn't have been forced to rush off.

When the cops show up, Shoupe couldn't do anything since there was no body there. And when they explained everything, the truth, he couldn't believe them as they beg him to listen to them.

-

The next day the four search where the north drain gets washed into the gully. Pope and Kie slightly flirt about saving the environment making JJ look at Callie, "Do you want us to leave you two alone, or what's going on?"

"Just pick up the trash." Pope throws a roll at him.

"JJ, if you keep asking questions about us I'm going to do the same back. So are you two dating or just hooking up for fun?" Kie smiles at the two making Pope turn to look at the two as well.

"Excuse me?" Callie laughs.

"I saw the faint hickeys on you, and the faint scratches on your back." Kiara tells the two so JJ and Callie look at each other.

"It's none of your business. Now let me pick up trash." JJ groans.

After finding nothing they come up with the idea that it's still somewhere in the drain. The boys were too scared to do it so the girls look at each other while the guys rambled.

"You crawled through the hole last time..." Kie tells her.

"Yeah, but if you don't want to go, I will. I don't mind. I've already been through a hole and down in a well with a dead guy so." Callie sighs.

"If you volunteer, okay. Next time, I'll take something, I promise." Kie tells her with a smile.

"I'll do it." Callie steps forward.

"Be careful." JJ places his hand on her lower back so she nods her head getting down to crawl, "Holler if you need anything, okay. We'll holler back."

"Hopefully there's no dead guys this time." She tells him as she keeps going.

"So what are you two?" Pope asks JJ.

"Now isn't the time, Pope. You too, Kie." JJ huffs.

"I should have made Kie do this." Callie groans to herself as she keeps going forward. "Still nothing!" She lets the three know.

"It's probably at the bottom of the catch basin." Pope tells her.

When Callie gets there she looks around in the water and Kiara was at the exit keeping an eye out while the boys talked privately about the girls.

"I don't know what's worse to be honest. This or the well. Probably this." Callie talks to herself still feeling around and finds a dead animal. "You guys, there's something dead in here!" Callie whines.

"Like a person!" Pope asks.

"Thankfully no!" She says but they didn't hear her clearly.

"Don't touch it!" Kie shouts out to her.

"Yeah, that's how you get worms!" JJ adds.

"Did you find the gun? Is it Gavin?" Pope asks her.

"What is it? Is it Gavin?" JJ asks as well, "Just don't touch it! Unless...Is it a gun? Do you see the gun?"

"It's not a person and no gun yet! You also owe me for life because I regret volunteering!" Callie shouts back not having any idea what Rafe was doing above.

Technically he thought it was just JJ, Pope and Kie in the sewer. He didn't even think of Callie being down there alone.

The sound of water rushing makes Callie's eyes widen but look for the gun faster, "Guys!" She calls out making them tell her to get out but she didn't have time. She climbs the ladder once she finds the gun in the water, "Shit!" She starts to panic.

The three run to the street to see if there was a manhole they could get to help Callie, "Please! Guys! JJ! Help! I'm over here!" She puts her fingers through the holes hoping they will see her, "Please!" She cries out as they run over to her. "The water is coming up! Pull, pull it." She tell the three as the water was up to her neck.

The three groan pulling on it but is wasn't moving, "Hurry! Hurry!" Kie shouts putting all her strength into it.

"Please hurry! Please! JJ! JJ! Please! Guys!" Callie begs them in tears, "Kie! Pope!" She watches them struggle as she runs out of breathing room, "JJ!" Her head goes under water as it flows onto the street and they finally get it off.

Callie gets out gasping for air coughing bending over on her hands and knees, "You're okay... Are you okay? Please tell me you're okay." JJ moves to her wrapping his arms around her which surprisingly helps calm her down some since she felt safe in his arms.

"I'm okay thanks to you guys." She tells him as he lets go of her relived, "Was this what we were looking for?" Callie pulls out the gun making them happy and have a group hug going to go Shoupe.

Taking the gun to the Sheriff, and telling him the truth all other again, they are quickly thrown out of his office. "Peterkin, is screaming at you from the other side telling you to listen to us." Callie glares at him as she walks out of the office.

Callie heads home to wash up and JJ was going to swing by his place to get some clothes then will be over.

"What the hell happened to you?" Scarlett sees her daughter walk into the house.

"Went for a swim in the sewers and got flushed out so I almost drowned but my friends saved me." She smiles, "Now, I'd like a shower." She heads upstairs to take one.

After her shower Callie walks into her room to see Rafe sitting on her bed, "What the hell do you want? I told them both to not let you into this house."

"They didn't, you did." Rafe gives her a smile, "You're window is unlocked." He look over at it.

"So you're breaking into my house? Adding a new one to the long list of things you are, a Burglar." Callie forces a smile.

"Did your friends get the gun from the sewers? You know before getting flushed out?"

Callie tilts her head, "How would you know we were down there and got flushed out?" She watches him start to smile, "You turned on the water?"

"Maybe. I mean I didn't want them getting the gun."

"Well, I got it and we took it to Shoupe." She tells him and his brows get closer.

"You got it?" He asks confused.

"Yeah, you tried drowning me. I was the only one in there looking for the gun." She lets him know, "So I would appreciate it if you left the way you came in and never come back."

"I didn't even think it through you were down there." Rafe runs his fingers through his hair.

"Like that would make a difference?" Callie laughs.

"It would've actually, Callie. I wouldn't have done it if I knew it was just you." He raises his voice.

"Why do you act like you care about me because I know it's bullshit. But I actually have to thank you for flushing me out because I wouldn't have gotten the gun without you."

"I don't act like I do... because I do. I don't know why but I do, Callie. I keep trying to figure it out." Rafe stands up so Callie steps back to keep distance between them.

"Please, just leave Rafe. For me, go home." Callie sighs begging him.

He just nods his head climbing back out the window, "I'm sorry." He leaves her actually meaning it.

Once he was gone, Callie goes over to her window locking it and closing her curtains before falling back onto her bed. Some time passes before JJ walks in through the door with wet hair.

"Sorry, I took a shower at home." JJ lays down next to her, "You okay?" He stares at her.

"Yeah...no. I'm thinking about earlier." She rolls over to face him, "I thought I was going to drown right there in front of you guys." Her eyes starts to tear up.

"I was terrified of losing you." He pulls her into his chest as tears roll down her cheek, "I thought I was going to lose you." He places his lips to her head so she leans her head back giving him a kiss.

[tired-sky-lian]

Hero of the Dreaming Worlds, Ravio and Hero of The Waking World, Link.

Mirrored counterparts from Lorule and Hyrule respectively. The game would take place a majority of the time in Lorule, following Dreamer/Ravio. It would follow Ravio as he beings to learn of all the corruption festering within Lorule, and how its also affecting his Princess Hilda, who he's sworn to guard as her personal knight. He, in an act of desperation, uses his magic to brute force his way into the Spirit Realm where he uses the Lorulian Triforce to ask for the Goddesses help. This... *doesn't go as he had planned*. The Goddesses take everyone from Lorule and basically trap them all within three different Dream Realms. So now he's all alone. In Lorule. And the only other thing around is Ganon and his malice infecting the world. He hears the voice of another Goddess in his head, Lolia (Lorule's Hylia ofc) and she tells him to make his way to the Sword Of Dreams, draw it, and she'll... *summon someone to help*. It takes him a while to get there because of all the monsters jacked up on rage who won't actually *die* and all the Lorulian technology just keep trying to *Kill Him*, ***Lolia I could use some fucking help here***. He gets to the sword placed in a pedestal in the middle of a garden and he wastes *no* time in pulling it out. At the same time, this bright ass light appears and another person falls right on top of him, oh shit it's Awake/Link!!! They take a bit to introduce themselves and Ravio apologizes for a good solid ten minutes before he realizes Link has the Hylian Divine Blade, the Master Sword! Link can actually fucking kill things and purge Ganons malice from everything and Ravio can just breathe for a few minutes. Together, they get to Ganon, and Ravio in a fit of his own spite and rage, uses the Sword of Dreams to subject Ganon to waking nightmares for everything he's done to Lorule. As the guy writes on the ground, Link is just.. "Ravi? Do you need a hug? A glass of milk? A kissie on the top of the head?"

They have a good hug, Link reassures Ravio that everything will be fine after Ganon is gone again. Together, they raise the Master Sword, and if it burns Ravio's hand a little bit he doesn't mention it, as they strike the blade between the Gerudo's shoulder blades.

After Link dissappears back to Hyrule in a shower of golden light, Ravio is alone in the final battle room, covered in his own blood and Ganons and Links. He's not really used to this whole "fighting a great evil" thing so he just kinda walks home(hah, home. His room in the castle.) and promptly passes the fuck out on his bed. It isn't until a few hours after he wakes up that he realizes that the world is still so quiet and *fuck everyone's still trapped in the fucking dream worlds.* ***Are you fucking kidding me.***

So Ravio has to find a way to get into where the Goddesses has trapped the rest of the lolians and it really does take him a little longer than it should to think of their temples with worship springs in them. He breaks his way through because there isn't anyone around who can keep him out and he makes his way through the first temple to find the spring of the Goddess of Wisdom. And as he places his sword in the pedestal in the spring, something glows on the back of his hand. Oh wow, has that been there this entire time? Maybe. He's got the Triforce of Wisdom!

Now, he has to venture inside of the Dream Worlds.

Inside the Dream Worlds, he has to fight off monsters called Nightmares and convince the Goddesses to let the Lorulians go back to their homes in the real world, no matter how amazing the Dream Worlds are and no matter how carefree everyone can be. They need to back to their own lives in the real world. The Goddesses are all like "Wait a second, you *wanted* this. You *wished* for this. Why are you trying to take it back now." He has to admit he couldn't save everyone when Ganon was around and he was too much of a coward to do much else than beg for divine intervention. He gathers pieces of the Triforce back every time he returns to Lorule from one of their dream worlds. In the Spirit Realm, as he reverts everything back to normal as the Triforce reforms, he can distantly see, if he looks down through the glassy floor, another golden Triforce. He returns sometimes to the Spirit world after he realizes this is the only connection he'll ever have to Link. He never sees him again. Ravio goes back to normal life as personal knight and newly appointed advisor to her grace Princess Hilda. The other Royals and Lords don't like him because he keeps undermining their schemes to exploit more money or land from her highness. He's attacked and sedated one day one of the more temperamental lords, Ghyrheim who *sews his mouth shut*. Hilda cuts the strings herself the next day because neither of them trust the castle doctors yet, which ends up leaving scars all around his mouth. He takes to wearing a mask around in public after that.

[And now, from the top]

Link/Awake is the sole Heir to a small fortune and the lordship title from his parents, who died a few years ago. The Haten manor not to far from the beach was his once he reached the age to claim it. Princess Zelda is holding the keys hostage to keep him in the castle because they've been roming the castle together since they were toddlers. He gets the same tutors as Zelda and they eat at the same dining table with the King. Link does sneak around the castle with Zelda sometimes while they were young children, watching the knights and practicing sparring in her quarters with hidden legs of one of her old dressers. It wasn't until he was 15, sneaking into the royal guard caravans that he found himself somewhere outside of castle town. They were escorting someone with dirty blonde hair in lose tunics to somewhere in the middle of deep forests. It isn't until they get to the Master Sword's pedestal that he realizes that the dirty blonde man is probably also named Link and they're here to see if he's the Hero of the era. The man tries to pull the sword, to no avail, and all the guards sign and turn back around and the man in heartbroken. Link watches as they all turn to leave and, very slowly, he drifts into the treeline until everyone else is gone. If he's wrong, he doesn't want anyone else to see this.

He pulls the sword, and in a blinding light, he's somewhere else. He's holding the Master Sword, he's wearing royal guard armor on top of his lounge wear, and there's an extremely haggard looking kid with dark purple hair, bags under his eyes, cuts and bruises and he's *bleeding*, but he's looking at Link in relief. Then Link realizes he's holding the Master Sword, *Then he realizes he has no idea where he is.* He plays 21 questions with this Ravio guy who's very literally the same age as him (same birthday, who knew?) And he finds out that this entire world is empty because of *Ganon*. Holy shit he never thought he'd see the guy in person because all the stories of his are *fucking terrifying*, but here he goes, he guesses.

He follows Ravio, who is *fucking amazing* with that sword which looks so cool, btw. They watch eachothers backs, and Link's pulls up the most fake bravado and courage he can because Ravio looks like he's going to shatter if one more thing goes wrong right now and Link definitely just wants to help him. Most of the minor monsters they have to face are quickly dispatched by Ravio who sends them into waking nightmares with his blade and Link quickly learns how to purge corruption with the Master Sword which is kinda cool.

They face Ganon.

Link almost throws up.

Ravio is outsmarting the scariest monster in the universe and Link barely gets some swipes in before Ganon falls to his own nightmares from a seething Ravio. And wow, the guy is going through a lot right now, and given the moment to breathe, Link makes Ravio look him in the eyes as they breathe. Just for a bit. Link hurts, he was thrown across the room a while ago, he's pretty sure he's got a few broken ribs, but Ravio needs grounding. They look down to Ganon. Link offers the Master Sword to Ravio, because the guy could really use it and kill him for all he's done to Lorule, but Ravio just curls his hand around both the handle and Link's hand and together they seal Ganon's soul back into the blade. Link doesn't have long and he can feel his body getting lighter but he rushed forwards to hug Ravio anyways.

When he gets home, most of his armor is gone, he's bloody and bleeding, and there are tears on his shoulder.

He makes it back to the castle after wondering in the forest for a while, the Master Sword hanging from his back, and he's barely two steps inside the castle walls when he's tackled by Zelda who looks likes she's been pulling her hair out for weeks.

He gets patched up and nothing really happens for a while. He's officially recognized by Hyrule Castle as the Knight who Seals The Darkness and he doesn't really want to mention how he's already killed Ganon because *Lorule feels like such a dream*, so everyone's nerves are on high end waiting for an attack by anyone. Any evil sorcerer or person from another dimension, or someone with a grudge against the Kingdom or Royal Family, but nothing really happens for weeks. Link gets formal training and life moves on. He does visit the spirit realm sometimes, and just below his feet he can see another Triforce, but no reflection kof himself. He thinks Ravio would be down there if he was real.

It isn't until a year later that shit starts getting real again.

Link gets attacked by his own fucking shadow, which, what the absolute fuck. It leaves his room in the castle a mess and all the guards on high alert. Link is hesitant to fight his own Shadow because *one* that shouldn't be happening in the first place, and *two* his shadow looks.. well, familiar. Which makes sense because he's sees that face in the mirror every morning... but it's also. It just. Well, it could just be that he misses the guy but his own fucking Shadow reminds him of Ravio. He wonders how he's doing. (He's clawing at thick cords laced through his skin).

He keeps fighting the Shadow and sometimes the shadows of the other guards or random civilians and it really feels like the world is out to get him for a while there. He meets his Shadow who's planning on merging this world with another and it isn't until the guy starts fucking explaining things that Link realizes the guy is trying to combine this world with Lorule is order to retrieve Ganons corpse and also something called a Demon Blade. It hurts because Ravio was *real*, Lorule *exists*, and he can't fucking go see him because this Shadow is trying to get Things on Ravios end. And while they're fighting, Link does realize that the Shadow really is *his* Shadow because it screams "*Don't you want to see him again?*" in his distraction, his sword arm is loped off. He grabs the Master Sword with his right and seals his shadow away.

Princess Zelda finds him in the Temple of Time, the Master Sword placed in the pedestal still covered in blood and something black, and Link only half conscious, crying, and missing a fucking arm.

He learns how to use his right hand to fight, how to write, how to button his shirt with only one hand. It takes a while but he's not helpless. He practices writing again by writing letters to someone he will never see ever again.

[drabbles-mc]

Better Now (1)

Eddie Munson x OFC (Casey Cunningham)

Summary: Just because his name was cleared legally, doesn’t mean that life got any easier for Eddie Munson in the wake of the Vecna Killings. Despite being innocent in the eyes of the law, it’s obvious that Hawkins doesn’t really believe what they’d been told by the police, but Eddie knows that they’d believe the truth even less. He doesn’t care what most people think, he never has, but when he comes face-to-face with Chrissy Cunningham’s older sister, he realizes that there is at least one person in town that he needs to make amends with, needs to know that they know he wouldn’t ever hurt Chrissy.

Better Now/Stranger Things Masterlist

Warnings: light angst, language

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: This is my first time ever writing for Stranger Things, and by extension, Eddie, so please go easy on me! I finished season 4 today and immediately decided that I needed to buckle down and start writing. This is going to be a series, how long of one I’m not sure. I love hearing people’s thoughts, though, so feel free to comment or even send me asks/messages about it! Also, if you’ve never read for any of my other fandoms before, please note that canon only matters when I want it to hahaha

Stranger Things Taglist: @garbinge​​ (If you want to be added to any of my taglists, please let me know!)

Things in Hawkins weren’t good, per se, but they were better than they had been. Although one could argue that that wasn’t really saying much. The rage had died off for the most part, but the tension remained. People got answers that they were willing to accept for the sake of moving on with their lives, but the grudges born out of the series of murders that had taken place still remained. No one had their pitchforks and shotguns out anymore, but it was still a topic that people avoided unless they were looking for an argument, looking to get loud.

The last thing that Eddie Munson wanted these days was an argument. He was finally able to go out in public without guaranteed confrontation, but he worked very hard to make as little eye contact with people as possible. He could still feel the stares, but unless he made a spectacle of himself, most people left him alone now. It was difficult knowing that people would believe the actual truth even less than the lie that Hawkins PD and the FBI fed everyone, but Eddie still wished that they knew. He gave up the hope of people ever finding out now, though, taking the little win of no longer being on the run and wanted by the whole town for murders that he had nothing to do with.

He had offered just about everything for his uncle not to force him to go to the store. The grocery list wasn’t that long, and Eddie all but begged the man to go instead, Eddie would even chip in extra. His uncle was adamant though, exhausted from an unexpected double-shift. So there Eddie was, standing in the bread aisle with a crumpled-up sheet of paper clutched tight in his hand.

He was just about to reach and finally grab a loaf of bread when he heard a voice from the past from the other end of the aisle. His eyes grew wide as he turned to look, and, sure enough, there she was—Casey Cunningham.

The last time the two of them had had anything resembling a real conversation was well over a year ago. He’d seen her in passing when she came home from college, if they ended up at the same gas station they’d say a quick hello in passing, but that was the extent of it. Despite growing up in the same small town, despite the fact that Eddie was supposed to graduate the same year as her, close friendship had just never been in the cards. She was never cruel to him, though, not like everyone else. She and her sister had that in common.

But Eddie had only caught fleeting glimpses of Casey since her sister died. She came home after it happened, of course, but between being on the run and getting dragged into the police station, Eddie really hadn’t had much time to try and talk to her, to offer whatever condolences would’ve been appropriate. He wondered if Casey blamed him like everyone else did. She hadn’t tried to hunt him down and gut him like the rest of the town, which was promising, but he also didn’t think that she had a violent bone in her body even on her worst day.

That didn’t mean that he was ready to talk to her, though.

He pushed the cart quickly, the need for bread long forgotten as the loaf fell to the floor and he tried to quickly make his way around the endcap of the aisle and out of her line of sight. He didn’t risk looking back over his shoulder to see if she was watching him, wasn’t ready to see if anger filled her usually warm and inviting brown eyes.

Getting his cart enough into the next aisle over to not be blocking the way, Eddie tried to strategize and plan an escape route. He had too much in his cart to just leave it without causing an issue for some poor kid working there who already didn’t get paid enough to be dealing with the general population of Hawkins as it was. If he moved fast enough, he could cash out and book it to his van hopefully before Casey also finished shopping. But he had to be somewhat calm and collected about it or people were going to start to give him looks, start to cause problems for him. And that’s exactly what he was trying to avoid.

Taking a deep breath, he gripped the bar of the shopping cart and was about to push when he heard someone else’s cart roll to a stop behind him. His blood went cold in his veins and he knew without looking back over his shoulder exactly who it was.

“You dropped this,” she pushed her cart and stopped so that the two of them were right next to each other, a small, awkward smile on her face.

Eddie’s entire body felt shaky, like it was taking every ounce of effort to not sprint down the aisle away from her. She looked just as beautiful as she had when she had graduated. Her hair was longer now, much longer, and it looked even redder now if that was even possible. Although Eddie wondered if it was the adrenaline in his system making things seem different than they actually were. Her big doe eyes were looking at him, not through him, and he didn’t know what to do with that.

“Did I?” an awkward chuckle slipped out of him as he reached to accept the bread from her, hoping that she wouldn’t notice the tremble in his ringed fingers, “Didn’t notice.”

She tilted her head, finding herself fighting the urge to smile despite the tension and awkward energy of the situation, “I figured. You seemed a bit busy trying to run away from me.”

His heart dropped into his stomach despite the fact that there was still a hint of a smile on her face. His fingers wrapped tightly around the plastic packaging in his hand but he couldn’t quite make himself put it into his cart. He opened and closed his mouth a few times but no words came out. He wished he could make himself say something, anything. Of all the people in the world he owed it to, Casey was at the top of the list.

“I, uh,” he finally got some words out, “I don’t know what you…what you mean.”

“Really?” she crossed her arms over her chest, giving him a disbelieving look, “So it was just a coincidence that right after you saw me you took off in the opposite direction faster than anyone needs to go in a grocery store?”

“Yes,” he nodded, “Total coincidence,” he saw the small smile on her face as she rolled her eyes and continued, “I’ve never avoided you, Casey Cunningham.”

She laughed and made a fake gagging sound, “God, please, don’t call me by my full name. Makes me feel like I’m back in high school again,” she paused, eyes widening when she realized what she said, “Sorry, Eddie, I didn’t mean—”

“No,” he waved off whatever apology she was going to try and give, “Don’t. Third time’s the charm. This is gonna be my year—I can feel it.”

She smiled, giving a nod, “Right.”

There was a brief pause, and then both of them started to speak at once, both of them stopping at the same time as well when they realized they were about to be talking over each other. Quiet, slightly uncomfortable chuckles filled the space between them before silence took over once more. Clearing his throat, Eddie gestured to her, “Ladies first.”

She gave a half-hearted smile but there was a sadness in her eyes that hadn’t been there a few moments before. Raking her fingers back through her hair, she took a deep breath, “I know this isn’t really the place for this,” she gestured vaguely to the store around them, “but I just, I want you to know something, okay?” she waited and she could see it in his eyes that he was expecting the worst, “I…I never…I never believed them. About you, I mean. I never believed that you did those things to anyone, to Chrissy.”

He let out a shaky breath, one he had been holding for much longer than the duration of their conversation. The constricting feeling in his chest lessened ever so slightly as tears pricked the edges of his eyes. He didn’t want to cry in the middle of the grocery store, definitely not in front of Casey Cunningham of all people, but it almost seemed like he wasn’t going to have any say in the matter.

“Um, shit,” he quickly wiped at his eyes as he let out a quiet laugh to try and lighten the mood and cover for himself, “sorry. I mean, thank you. And also,” he paused, really looking at her, “I’m sorry. About Chrissy. About…everything.”

She sucked in a long breath as she gave a nod, “Me too,” there was a long stretch of silence, and rather than trying to force a conversation, Casey attempted to give Eddie the out he had been looking for since the moment he spotted her in the last aisle over, “Well. Don’t forget your bread again,” she offered a lopsided, half-hearted smile before continuing on her way.

Casey got a couple strides away before Eddie managed to get up the guts to speak up, “Casey,” he pushed his cart, closing the distance between them, “I, uh, I know I’m probably not the person you would ever want to talk to about everything. But if you ever want to talk…”

The sadness in her eyes lessened a bit as a soft smile curled her lips, “Thank you, Eddie. I appreciate it.”

“Are you home? For good?”

She shrugged, “For now. I’m not sure what’s next.”

“Right.”

“You should go,” she saw the hurt and shock on his face and she gestured to his cart, “Before your ice cream melts.”

“Right!” he let out a relieved laugh, “Uncle Wayne needs his cookies and cream.”

She cocked one eyebrow, “Yea, I’m sure it’s for your uncle,” she shook her head, “Bye, Eddie Munson.”

He chuckled as he started walking away, “See you around, Casey Cunningham.”

She lagged behind as he walked away. Her heart felt like it was racing inside her chest. For weeks she had been wondering what that conversation was going to be like. She knew that eventually she’d have to see him, have to speak to him. She wondered if she would be able to get the words out, if he would even want to talk to her at all. She wondered if he had ever blamed her for how people treated him, if he thought that she had any part in all of it. She hadn’t. She’d been too busy mourning the death of her sister to be part of the riot-squad against Eddie. And she meant what she said, that she never believed that he was capable of such terrible things. He’d always been a little off-beat, but never hurtful. She wasn’t sure how much she believed what the police had told her and her family about what happened to Chrissy, but just about anything was more believable to her than the thought of the young man who was toying with the shopping list in his hands hurting her baby sister.

It was taking all of the self-control that he had, which wasn’t much, to not look back and see if Casey was still watching him, if she looked like she was alright. He thought that things were going to be so much worse between them. He was fully prepared for her to ream him out in front of everyone, and he wouldn’t have stopped her. He wasn’t expecting the kindness, even if it was duking it out with the sense of awkwardness between them. The jitters in his hands persisted as he fussed with the cart, with the list in his hand, but he couldn’t deny that he felt a little better. He wondered how soon Casey was going to be taking off for school again, or just taking off in general. He never blamed anyone for wanting to get out of Hawkins, but Casey had more reason to want to leave than most. He wondered if he’d see her again, if he’d be able to ask her.

Before walking over to the cash register to finally check out and head back to the trailer, he gave in to the urge to look back down the aisle. He expected to see her shopping, or staring at him, but she was gone. His lips twitched into a frown for a moment before he forced himself to focus back on the task at hand.

[subspencer]

Imagine being in a relationship with subby!Spence and also working at the BAU. One day, someone brings their dog to work and you just kneel down in front of the puppy and start petting him and cooing, 'who's a good boy'.

And Spence who is just returning from the break room with coffee, overhears you and blurts out 'I am!' before realising he's actually at work and in public, and some of the team just heard that. 🥺💕💕💕 Ofc, you'd later tease him at home for it.

wc: 1,130

cw: sub-leaning switch!spencer. fluffy cuteness, then a whole lot of dirty talk. jealousy (from reader). very light breath play (spencer receiving). use of “good boy” and “slut” (both referring to spencer). reader also makes a lighthearted joke about calling spencer their “pet” but it’s not qualified as pet play/puppy kink.

It was a silly little slip-up that could happen to anyone. At least that’s what you tell him.

It was Anderson’s fault; he couldn’t find a dogsitter that day, so he brought in his brand new puppy to the office. Around lunch time, he started showing off all of the new tricks he taught him, and a small crowd had gathered outside of the break room to watch the adorable chocolate-coated labrador bounce around. 

Anderson handed you one of Scrappy’s dog bones and let you try commanding one of the tricks he learned.

“Scrappy, turn over!” you got onto your knees and waved the treat in front of the puppy’s face, and sure enough, he rolled over. “Good job, Scrappy!” you squealed, and at your excitement, the little ball of energy climbed your lap, pawing at your shoulders and licking your face. You giggled, scratching his fur, “Who’s a good boy, Scrappy? Who’s a good boy?” 

Spencer, who missed the entire beginning of that situation, walked right out of the break room just then, taking a sharp left turn. At first, he only saw you, kneeling on the floor with your back to him, as you cooed, “Who’s a good boy?” 

He smiled, giddy inside at hearing the pet name you kept for him in private, and bent down to press a kiss on your cheek, “I am!”

You whipped your head around, jaw dropping at him. “Spence…” you winced.

“What?” he pouted cutely, sticking his bottom lip out exaggeratedly. “I am, aren’t I?” 

Your eyes flicked to the side and he followed. Sure enough, to the right hand side of the door, was a gathering of your colleagues all holding back laughter. Derek’s whole fist was in his mouth to stifle his need to scream out, and Emily’s lip turned white with how hard she bit down on it. Everyone else was in a similar state, and Spencer’s face turned white. 

He spent the entire day unable to live that moment down. Each time he did something, like help Derek find a reference he was looking for or turn in a form to Hotch (yes, even Hotch), he saw them physically restrain themselves from blurting it out to him. Emily and Penelope didn’t even try to hold back. 

On the whole drive home, he kept his head in his hands, silently screaming into his palms as you tried to assure him it wasn’t a big deal. 

By the time you get into bed, he still hasn’t gotten over it. He sat through dinner, read his book, and took his pre-bedtime shower all while thinking about it. And now, he can’t even cuddle you like normal because he’s so wrapped up in the thoughts of every embarrassing thing he’s ever done playing in his head. 

“Spencer,” you complain, wrapping your arms around his waist tighter. He’s neglecting to hold you in return; his eyes are glued to the ceiling. You can tell where his head is at, and groan as you sit up. 

“Spencer, look at me,” you move to straddle his lap, bending over him to bring your face close to his as you cup his cheek. “It’s fine.”

He lets out an incoherent mumble, something you know to be self-pitying, and you ignore it as you start kissing his neck. His words eventually trail off as you begin rolling your hips down on him while nipping at his skin. You smile to yourself, hoping he’s feeling a little better now, but when you look up at his face he’s still pouting with big, sad eyes.

“Aw, baby,” you coo, pecking his pouting lips. “So what if you let our little secret slip today? It’s okay,” you reassure, rubbing your palm over the sides of his torso. “You just wanted everyone to know how good you are for me.” 

You smile, putting your hand under his tee and finding your way to his chest. The fabric bunches up on your wrist as you move your hand up, and you lower your head to kiss his newly exposed skin.

“You’re such a good boy,” you sigh between kisses, “and everyone should know it.” It’s working to relax him a little. Spencer’s hands wrap around your back, a small whine bubbles in his throat. “They should know you’re my good boy.” 

Your voice gets stern as you remember the others in the office calling him your pet name. Even if they were just teasing, no one gets to call him that but you. “Did you like it when everyone called you a good boy today?” you drip jealousy, tugging his hair to force him to look at you. “I bet you got a real kick out of that. All those pretty girls telling you you’re a good boy.” 

A small cry escapes his lips as you kiss him roughly, twisting his strands in your fingers. 

“N-no. I promise,” he pants as you move to his neck. 

“Are you sure?” you ask into his ear, grinding down on his hardening dick. “Because I think my little slut liked that.” 

His grip tightens on your hips as you begin rocking back and forth. Your hand moves to his throat, wrapping around as you squeeze, very lightly, around him. “I think they need a reminder, you’re good only for me.” 

He nods as much as he can with your fingers restricting his movement. “Only for you.” 

“Maybe I’ll buy you your own little collar,” you snicker, rolling forward to match his desperate little thrusts. “Have everyone know you’re my little pet.” 

He groans at the joke you couldn’t help but to make. It was just too easy. You giggle in his ear, releasing your hold on his throat to travel down his body and palm at his erection. He grabs your wrist, pulling it away from him as he flips you, putting you on your back with him on top. 

You gasp at how quickly he changed your situation, using his knee to knock your legs apart as he nestles perfectly between them. With just a few gracious waves of his hips, putting friction right at the perfect spot in your center, he has you mewling under him. 

Your hands come down to his hips, pressing him closer to you and urging his rocking to go deeper, give you more friction. But he removes them again, using one large hand to pin both your wrists above your head. You strain against his hold, not believing he’d truly deny you of touching him, but he does. His grip remains firm and he lifts his hips away from yours, leaving you whining.

“I think,” he says in one breathy laugh, fanning over your face, “I’d rather have them know how good you can be for me.” 

[meltingpotimagines]

Boyfriend!Bakugo

Warnings: None

A/N: Thank you for 100 followers!! I still can't believe 100 people have liked what I've written enough to follow me asjksjkd I appreciate every single one of you and will do my best to keep producing even better content 🤍

okay

if you have any sweet thoughts about katsuki as a boyfriend, imma need you to leave them at the door thanks

he's not kirishima

this boy is an explosive punk

but i mean isn't that the appeal?

i do however headcanon him as a lowkey mama's boy

and you know what they say about mama's boys

how they treat their mom is how they'll treat you

hope you can keep up in an argument asjdksjsk

imma be honest

he

did not like you at first

but it's okay bc he doesn't like anyone at first

he doesn't like most people at all aksjsj

but somewhere along the line you became less annoying than the others

more tolerable

almost... enjoyable to be around

he even liked you more than kirishima, not that he was willing to admit it

partially bc that would mean admitting to liking kiri and he was not about to acknowledge his feelings like that

honestly it didn't hurt that you didn't seem to be afraid of him

you said hi to him whenever you saw him, and you invited him to a party you threw a while back

and your smiles were never... forced

they were genuine and kind and it didn't seem like you had anything against him??

which makes no sense bc he's

him

loud and explosive

even his classmates only tolerated him baby they like you and kiri and denki frickin LOVE you hush

you definitely piqued his interest

so when he found out you needed a tutor, boy nonchalantly offered to tutor you

and by nonchalantly i mean practically j u m p e d at the chance but in a way that made it seem like he was only doing it so you'd owe him

which... would be a little challenging bc he's not the most patient person in the world

but he is one of the smartest in his class so you were willing to make it work plus he's super cute soooo

surprisingly he's more patient than you thought he'd be?

he's not deku but he's not screaming at you or bonking you on the head like he did kirishima asjdkad

he actively did his best to be patient and understanding, which shocked the entire class when they found out

kiri and denki had figured out from that that katsuki liked you and immediately started encouraging him to ask you out

which obviously he fought bc no wdym i don't like anyone

l i a r

did they accept that answer? no

took a few months of them constantly pushing and risking being blown to bits before he finally accepted that he likes you

still took him a little longer before he could work up the courage to ask you out

you know he's insecure, he had to make sure you weren't going to reject him before putting himself out there like that

and considering you were painfully obvious about your crush to everyone b u t him, kiri had no problem reassuring him that you wouldn't turn him down

he was a frickin t s u n d r e when he asked you out, but of course that didn't stop you from saying yes

nor did his slightly stand-offish attitude stop you from going on more dates

he was trying his best and you knew that

the dates were simple but (for him) sweet

he'd hesitate for a moment before quickly grabbing your hand to hold, slightly blushing and refusing to look at you

he'd buy you a snack from a street vendor when he bought himself one and act like it was no big deal

occasionally if he was really struggling with his emotions, he'd "buy himself a snack" and take one bite before giving it to you

he most definitely actually bought it for you but he wasn't going to admit that

honestly he was even awkward when he asked you to be official

"so... we're dating now. you're mine. aight?"

this frickin loser aksnsjs

but it's okay bc he's a cutie

and angy cutie but a cutie nonetheless

and now he's your cutie~

and boy if it ain't an interesting experience

he's ticklish on the sides of his neck only

you only found out bc you had your face buried in his neck while cuddling and he flinched slightly when you sighed

it was barely noticeable, but you were in tune with him well enough that you noticed

threatened to punch you if you ever dared intentionally tickle him

it was an empty threat and you both knew it

luckily for him, you agreed to not tickle him most of the time

definitely the type to hold your hand 24/7 while driving

like, he doesn't let go even to shift gears, just uses your hand to do it

will make you food when you're sick

or if there's something you really really wanna eat

it's one of his ways of saying i love you without actually saying it

gets jealous easily but never in a way that's directed at you

if he notices someone checking you out, he'd show them that you're his

what he does depends on how interested or sleezy they seem

if it's not much, he'll just grab your hand or wrap an arm around your shoulders

if it's a little too much for his liking, he'll wrap an arm around your waist or peck your cheek or lips

if they're r e a l l y lookin, he'll pull you into him and give you a deep kiss before locking eyes with them, a fire in his that just screams "get lost"

honestly comes off as more protective than jealous if you know him well enough which you do~

also

if someone smacks your butt, grabs you, or gropes you in a n y way

hope they picked out their casket bc they w i l l die

that boy will beat the living crap out of them

w i t h o u t his powers just to make it worse and to avoid getting in trouble bc this boy is a future hero

when you hold hands, he does the thing where he rubs your thumb with his

90% of the time he doesn't even realize he's doing it

it just helps him relax a little more and maybe just maybe helps remind him that yes you a r e real and there is indeed someone who loves him that much but you didn't hear that from me

he's not usually the greatest at initiating any kind of physical contact, but sometimes if he's feeling really cuddly or missed you a lot, he'll just kinda throw you over his shoulder and take you to bed to snuggle

if you're willing, he actually really likes working out with you

you encourage him, he encourages you (in his own way ofc)

and he takes care of you, but like... wordlessly

like he'll bring you a towel if he notices you need one or fill your water bottle when he fills his

he may not say it, but he feels responsible for you

you're his partner after all

everyone else may be extras but maybe- just maybe- you can be a main character with him

[sainamoonshine]

The Locked Tomb time travel fanfic idea which I won't write but still need to talk about

So via [?] means Gideon and Harrow accidentally end up time travelling to the past, waking up in their younger bodies back on the Ninth

(We don't care about the specifics of the time travel it's just a delivery system for this story)

So the first thing they do is figure out what the fuck is going on, which takes a while because Harrow insists on testing every hypothesis, from "another bubble in the river" to "Good old fashionned hallucination"

(While that is going on and Harrow is semi-reluctant to admit that this is real and that Gideon is real, Gideon visits the body in the tomb basically so she can stare at it and go "bitch.")

Anyway the summon to Canaan house arrives and Harrow is forced to admit that this is real

They get to planning and the first thing they do is that Harrow calls in Ortus, before she even tells anyone else about the letter, so that she can tell him that she won't be taking him to the first house and is like, demoting him to second cavalier but like, in a good way. He's pretty relieved about that tbh

Remembering how he conforted her in the River Bubble and thinking that she owes him, Harrow also takes the time to explain to him what happened to his father.

(Later, Ortus will corner Gideon and make her promise to take care of Harrow because yikes that kid didn't deserve any of that)

So they have a little bit of time before the lyctor trials, which are mostly spent in a funny montage in which Gideon is trying to prevent Aiglamene from figuring out that she actually does have some rapier training, Harrow attempts to do some push-ups, and Ortus is brainstorming the upcoming Epic of Harrow the First (which both G and H winced at when he tells them)

They leave a few weeks before the start of the trials, though, seeing as they have a plan.

Which goes as such: under the excuse of seeking help with their dying house (even though Harrow hates that they had to resort to this), they started exchanging letters with the seventh house, which ofc was more than happy to hear them out

So they suggested visiting the seventh, and then well. While they were at it. Why not share a shuttle with Dulcinea Septimus on the way to Canaan House? Since everyone is going the same way and all.

Which puts them in position to intercept Cytherea

(Because they have no illusion about their time travel remaining a secret forever, and neither of them are going to put themselves in a position where they have to look Pal and Cam in the eyes while sharing the knowledge that they knew about Dulcie's impending death and didn't do anything about it. Also Harrow always pays her depts.)

Although of course that leaves the problem of actually fighting Cytherea.

The night before their departure, even though Harrow is reluctant about it, they try their hand at the perfect lyctor thing (which goes without a hitch, obv. This is a happy fanfic)

So they execute the plan and fucking obliterate Cytherea's ass, RIP

They also kind of have to explain the whole thing to Dulcie and Pro, but they make them promise not to tell everyone else at Canaan house about it.

Once at Canaan, the plan is basically separated in three parts:

1. Speedrun the trials and steal all the keys

2. Fucking obliterate the last lyctor room, because they know Ianthe at least can figure out the lyctor thing only with the trials & that one room, so it has to go

2b. Possibly hand Ianthe her ass on a plate but both Harrow and Gideon figure that if they wreck her first thing it will be a whole Thing, people will ask questions, it'll be a mess, so for now they pretty much just decide to keep an eyes on her and adjust as needed

3. Get Gideon's sword exorcised by the Fifth house as soon as it's polite to ask

I don't actually know what happens next in my story lol anyone else feel free to pick it up

[lasquadrasfuckhouse]

Hi!

What do you think about la squadra(separately) with s/o that is very childlish? Like, not a little child ofc, they can get serius when it has to be, and they talk ,like, normally (without "owo uwu" shit). They just loooove some cute things, animals etc. They also love watching cartoons, play games, and many other things likke that.

If you don't want to write it that's okay :)))

Bye bye <3

awwww i love it!!!!!

la squadra with a cutesy and playful partner 😚

risotto ✂️

he loves cute things too, he gets it. he adores how excitable and sweet you are and you absolutely count as cute things that he loves

the two of you will fawn over the neighbourhood cats together and every time you run into his office with fun shaped snacks to share cause u both love them (like gummies or cookies or chocolates) his heart goes ❤️❤️❤️❤️💕❤️💕❤️❤️💕💕💕

he appreciates that you're not afraid to get serious when the time calls for it too but seeing you without your normal attitude is so jarring and sad for him, he'll work twice as hard to fix what's wrong to see you smiling again. you're so full of love and wonder despite everything and that's so precious to him, he's protective (he knows and respects that you can handle yourself he just loves u) and would never want you to change for the wrong reasons ya kno

you absolutely balance each other out very well and you're fucking adorable to see because he's so stoic and scary and then ur this energetic sweetheart

he's not really one for cartoons or video games but he'll indulge ur interests!!! if he has the time to watch a cute movie with u (like disney) he will pay attention and give u his honest opinion

prosciutto 🚬

OPPOSITES ATTRACT HUH

honestly when you first joined the team he was an ass about it, thought it was unbecoming of an assassin to behave so childishly (the others already give him a headache) but the fact that you stood your ground actually really impressed him. you're still an adult and you're not unreasonable, you know when to take things seriously, you just have your eccentricities like everyone else in this circus and he came to appreciate your point of view and your seemingly boundless enthusiasm for nice things in life. he later expressed as much to you during his apology for being an ass.

you temper each other. he'll be your grounding force and you'll help him loosen up

he does like how ur sweet and open with your affection. if he grumbles about sharing the bed with plushies that's code for 'cuddle me instead'

he also loves bringing you to cafés that do those fancy or fun shapes in the lattes cause he loves to see your eyes light up and fawn over how 'its almost too pretty to drink!!!' it's really quite adorable how excitable u are and prosciutto is not immune to it

pesci 🎣

he very very much loves and appreciates it, you're a big comfort to him. the instant you chugged milk with him and gave him a silly grin with a milk moustache, he was in love

your sweetness and energy picks him up and when you've dropped your attitude he will take on the WHOLE WORLD to hear you laugh again. he's very protective and he's the first to jump to your defense if the others tease you or otherwise give you a hard time

he could listen to you gush for hours. he will absolutely sit and watch cartoons with u. he's not the greatest at video games but he'll try his best for u

because of his name you'll often lovingly make that cute fishy face at him with the kissy lips and ur eyes crossed and his heart explodes every time

he has somewhat of a sweet tooth, he likes things that have a light sweetness to them rather than anything super sugary. you'll share desserts and it's very cute

formaggio 🧀

he LOVES IT. he's just as fun-loving, there's never a dull moment with you two whether you're playing a dumb game you made up out of boredom, you're dancing and he's twirling you around, or ur in a pillow/tickle fight and play wrestling. you tend to get each other into trouble but you both snicker about it. two peas in a pod.

cats like you more than they like him but he can often get his pets in if the kitty is curled in ur lap and u both get giddy about it

you definitely game together. he's not as into the cartoons but he'll still watch em with you, he thinks they're cute and you're cute, but he may fall asleep during movies

he's a very grounding support when things require you to be serious, you work together hand in hand to solve the issue so u can get back to laughing

and he will do anything to hear u giggle, doesn't matter if he makes a damn fool of himself, he doesn't care. as far as he's concerned your laugh is the best sound in the world

illuso ✨

oh, he will tease you about it. probably in a way that's kind of mean when you first join, but you aren't bothered by him or concerned with his opinion. if you point out that he's the childish one for trying to get a rise out of you when you're just minding your own business, that has EVERYONE appreciating you because it's unbearably fun to see illuso taken down a notch. that has him huffing and retreating for a bit and having a think. when he comes back, he's less of an ass. as you grow closer, he apologizes.

now the only way he teases is gentle and loving and fond, because you really are quite adorable and he wouldn't have it any other way. it honestly kind of freaks him out when you get serious but he doesn't show it, he'll just place a gentle hand on your arm or your waist and work with you to resolve the issue. he's relieved when you smile again

he warms up to your plushies because they're nice cozy additions to his piles of pillows for lounging around on and they make u happy

he may keep up his aloof air when he picks up a controller with u or watches over ur shoulder like he has nothing better to do but he gets REALLY into it and competitive, or intensely supportive and backseat gaming if ur going solo

he honestly loves how sweet u are because that sort of thing doesn't really come easy to him

melone 🍈

he thinks ur absolutely adorable and makes sure u know it. he's playful too in a more relaxed sort of way so he mellows you out while still having fun

he loves to hear you gush and wants to get involved in ur passions. he's pretty good at gaming but he'll get more into admiring/analyzing the design aspect of it and same w/ cartoons, he's concerned for all the babies out there because they deserve good stories that make them think and benefit their growth and he will think out loud about how a show/movie fares in that regard after you've watched it together

he can talk a lot about animals with u too!!!! every time u grin or coo at a cute creature or Stay Very Still so a butterfly will land on u and giggle cause it tickles, his heart is doing backflips and he can't believe someone as wonderful as u exists and loves him as much as he loves you

ADULT COLOURING BOOKS!!!!! he absolutely loves to fill in the pages with u and add onto the designs outside the lines in all sorts of colours

he admires that ur not afraid to get serious when it's called for but still so sweet, he's so drawn to you and you make everyone's day better and just light up the room

ghiaccio ❄️

he also loves cute things. that includes u. but it will take him a while to admit out loud how adorable you are because he's flustered about it

forget normie relationship milestones like moving in together, the moment u both started slowly familiarizing your plushie collections to each other, swapping or gifting ones u saw and HAD to get for them or keeping two of them together because they're friends now Do Not Seperate!!!!, he knew this was Real

one of his favorite pastimes is sharing a big big cozy sweater with u, it doesn't matter if it's a bit tight with two people in it or that ur faces are squished together, he'll wrap his arms around u (if u haven't already put ur hands in the sleeves too) and cuddle u against him like a fluffy, snuggly, grumpy cat. welcome to sweater town, population u and ghiaccio

ur both very into pokemon too. you'll spend hours with ur heads bent together over ur gameboys with each other's companion games for that generation and help each other with trading and version exclusives

he's the first to yell at anyone for teasing you and he honestly gets a little freaked out when you go serious but he won't show it. he'll want to address the problem as quickly as possible tho and discreetly hug u when ur giggling again

sorbet and gelato 🔪🍦

THEY LOVE IT UR ADORABLE. they're both playful in their own ways (sorbet is more chill and dry wit sort of playful, gelato is no impulse control and hyena cackling sort of playful) and they love to have fun with u

it's also like.... the world is fucked up and they're both kinda fucked up (more than kinda), and they know you're not like an innocent baby or at all incompetent (hell, you may be kinda fucked up too, who isn't when ur an assassin) but it's just. nice to see someone else having fun and being sweet and enjoying things about life. so they are very protective of you when things get serious, they never EVER want to see you become embittered and will do absolutely anything to get you laughing again as soon as possible. which, guaranteed, they do

gelato has always had a short attention span so he knows what to do for entertainment and sorbet knows how to entertain, he may be the more patient one but they both like to mix things up and keep the surroundings interesting. they will play all sorts of games with u, video games or card games or stupid shit like beer pong or making a game of how many marshmallows u can each fit in ur mouths. you'll all go for a nice walk in the park and nothing is more relaxing for sorbet than kickin back on a bench while his rowdy babes end up tussling in the dirt. be free

of course, u and gelato also drag him into the dirt and put flowers in his hair and he would want nothing less

they'll both squish ur cheeks and lovingly tease u about how cute u are. blow a raspberry at them and they'll give u a kiss

sorbet will throw u over his shoulder and carry u around (no matter ur body type, he's strong!!!) + gelato will smatter ur face in kisses, just to hear u squeal and giggle

[txdoroki]

Hello ^^~

May I request Todoroki, Bakugo, Midoriya and Denki's reaction to the readers confession? In which they also have a crush on the reader? 💜

hi! yes ofc,, sorry it took so long for me to get back to you! been busy >,<

since it’s so long it’ll be under the cut :^

include todoroki, bakugou, midoriya, denki, kirishima :P 

might do a pt 3, lmk what characters yall wanna see ^-^

part 2 has been done

words: 1696

not edited btw i wrote this at 4am lmk if something doesnt make sense and i’ll fix it ahhhhhhhhhh

todoroki would be like 0-0 the entire time.

“hey todoroki, wanna go out on a date with me? we could go to the movies or wherever, it’s your choice,” you smiled up at him while he walked beside you, carrying both of your bags of schoolwork and books while he stared off at the road in front of you both.

he had always made an effort to do small, caring things for you. he’d hold the door, carry your books, or walk you home after school among many other things. you didn’t think much of it, you’d both been friends for a while, so you figured he was just being kind. no, no that wasn’t it.. he was just bad at showing he wanted to be more than just kind. more than just your friend from a while ago.

he was taken aback by your question, and internally cursed at himself for not asking you weeks ago. 

“um, todoroki?” you softly shook his arm when he seemed to have zoned out on the ground, but your bright smile didn’t fade. he adored that from you, he loved how eager you were to spend time with him. to talk with him. to try and learn about him. to do anything at all with him. you were so sweet and understanding, always. 

“oh, yeah sure,” he nodded at you, glancing down at you from sheer nervousness that you’d be laughing at him. that it’d be a prank. 

when you picked up on how on the edge he seemed to be, you leaned into him a bit, a goofy attempt at ensuring you wanted to go and it wasn’t a forced thing.

“you know, i’ve liked you for a while,” you grinned at him, winking when you saw his eyes quickly flash between content and joy. 

“me too,”

bakugou would be like ??!??!?!?!?!?!!???!?!!? who???? me??!?!?!?!?!!?? how??!?!?!?!?!?! screaming internally but on the outside like duhhhh

“hey, bakugou, i have a crush on you, by the way,” you whispered in his ear from behind the beanbag chair he was seated in. him and denki were in the middle of a wii tennis match, mina, sero, and kirishima all focusing on it to see who won.

“what? fucking dumbass, hold on a sec,” he scoffed when you ran your hair through his hair, ruffling it while he tried batting your hand away with his free one.

he tried to maintain focus on the match, lowkey trying to impress you with him winning. it was difficult, his mind kept drifting off to you and your cute face and your cute- back to the game, he’s gotta win. for you. after what felt like forever, he finally won, then dragged you out of denki’s dorm.

 “ooo sneaky link?” you heard mina giggle, and the three boys that remained in the dorm roared with laughter.

it got louder when bakugou screamed over his shoulder as he took you by the hand away from the dorm, “fuck off, extra, hell no,”

once you were both out of earshot he smirked, “so, you think i’m hot?” he rolled his eyes when you giggled and nodded, and a blush covered both of your faces, “well, you’re okay, i guess,”

“so when’s the date?” you smiled at him, chuckling when he pulled out his phone to check his fucking calendar app. such an old man.

after a few seconds, he pulled up a date on his phone and turned it to you. only a week from then.. ”february 14,” he winked at you and walked away, not even turning back, “see you at the dorm, dumbass,”

midoriya would be like  ≧◉◡◉≦

“all might’s spot as the top hero will not be easily passed by endeavor, or anyone else. he’s great for many reasons, would you like to hear them?” he only paused for a second, turning his head to see your amused nod before immediately continuing, “well first of all his quirk is-”

“midoriya, i wanna date you, if you want,” you interrupted and slowly put a hand on his arm, softly smiling at him.

“huh?” the small sentence shook him from his ranting, and he turned his entire body to look at you. your cheeks heated from the disoriented stare he gave you. he was that shaken up by something you’d said? “really?” 

“yes, of course. you’re very handsome and very passionate and ve-”

“yeah of course i’ll date you, thank you, y/n,” he kissed your forehead before turning back to the school hallway, ignoring the excited giggles of his classmates, “okay, so all might’s quirk is obvi....” his mind started wandering to how excited he was at the thought of dating you. it was a dream come true. “oh, sorry, so his quirk is obviously very good for hero w-”

“midoriya, can we go to your dorm after school?” you interrupted him again, smiling sweetly at him. sometimes it was difficult for him to not talk about heroes and all about them all, but you understood and tried helping out with other things.

“oh, of course, sweetie.. hah, can i call you sweetie? or would you prefer just y/n?” he began going on and on about the different things he wanted to call you if you were comfortable, not stopping until you grabbed his wrist and dragged him to both of yours next bell. 

ugh, calculus.

denki is like oh.? hehehehehehehehe 

you were sprawled out on your best friend’s bed, laying starfish on your back as you huffed about how frustrated and annoying today was. although you held back the most important part. it was especially frustrating how much you adored him. the good ole denki kaminari. you had these feelings for quite a while, trying your best not to confess. i mean, he was a class flirt, he wouldn’t like you back, right?

nah. he hadn’t flirted with anyone other than you in months. and you were the only one that didn’t pick up on it. 

“c’mon, y/n, i know you aren’t telling the full story. say what’s on your mind,” denki lightly ran his fingers up and down your right leg. it tickled but not enough to be uncomfortable. 

“i can’t,” you groaned, giggling when he rolled his eyes and persisted, saying no matter what he wouldn’t tell anyone.

“if you tell me, i’ll give you five bucks, y/n,” he chuckled when you sighed and finally nodded. when you sat up, he turned so you could tell he was listening to what you had to say.

“fine, but only for the money,” you giggled, “i uh.. i’ve been interested in you for a really long time now.. but i understand if you don-” 

wait what

he kissed you, moving his hand up to cup your cheek. your eyes slowly closed, leaning into his touch.

holy shit he kissed you???

when you were let go, your cheeks felt burning hot.

“denk-”

he kissed you again, and you melted into it. it felt like fireworks, euphoria filling your body.

“so does this mean you like me back?” you nervously played with your hands, trying your best to disregard the harsh red blush that was thrown on your face.

“well, duh, took ya long enough,” he chuckled, brushing some of your hair out of your face.

you cried out when you heard the click of his phone camera, and went to hide yourself.

“awe you look so beautiful, y/n. can’t wait to brag about you, baby,” he winked at you, typing something into his phone.

later that day you checked snapchat and saw on his private story the photo of you plus a caption, it read, 

“they finally realized, big dummy. y/n if you see this, you’re lucky you’re a good kisser ;)”

you shook your head and ran to his dorm, pounding on the door. you were gonna beat him up.

kirishima is a big ole softie duhhh everyone knows this. he best boy, no arguing!!

you sighed as kirishima held you to his chest, the lovely feeling of your growing feelings for him hummed in your chest. you had tried hard to push it back, how would that work out? would he reciprocate? was this only platonic?

“are you alright, y/n?” he whispered into your neck when he heard the sigh, trying to hide the deep red hue on his cheeks from you.

you both had agreed not to catch feelings for each other, fine at first with just cuddles and sweet compliments. no specific ties to the affections, just a way for the both of you to feel loved. an ideal thing to have, except that both of you were slowly breaking the agreement. 

you both ached for each other, but neither of you wanted to be the first to admit it. it was simply too risky.

“y-yeah, sorry, just thinking,”

“awe, no need to be sorry, pumpkin, what’s that pretty brain of yours thinking of?” he ran his fingers through your hair, appreciating the shivers of content that had you moving a small bit in his hold.

when you didn’t respond, he cocked an eyebrow, wondering if you hadn’t heard him or if you just chose to be quiet.

“pebble, what’re you thinking about?” he asked again, gently running his hand up and down your arm.

too deep in your thoughts to actually comprehend you were saying this out loud and not in your head, you whispered, “i wanna date you, i don’t want this to be just platonic. i need to be with you, kiri,”

“oh? you need to?” he smirked, chuckling when your eyes widened as you realized you had actually said that out loud, “well, if it’s a need.. i can make it happen, of course,”

“w-wait what?”

“you said you need to be with me, you weren’t lying, were you?” you slowly shook your head no, avoiding his gaze that bore into your skin, “let’s do that then, how’s that sound, pumpkin?”

“good,” you smiled into his chest, trying to move your hand to your arm to pinch you. were you dreaming?

you weren’t, this was real.

the man you’d liked for a while liked you back, oh hell yeah.