#someone give the god damn bird a hug please

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God. Fucking. Damnit.

CAN THE BIRD BOI NOT JUST BE HAPPY AND HAVE A GOOD TIME. CAN THE BIRD BOI GET A FUCKING BREAK

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I’ll Cry If I Want To

Pairing: enemies to lovers!Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Synopsis: you get stood up on your birthday and Peter attempts to cheer you up despite your feud

Masterlist

Peter walked into the kitchen in the tower and was immediately greeted by a confetti popper exploding in his face followed by a tender kiss on the forehead from Tony.

“Oh, my. Good morning to me.” Peter smiled at the greeting.

“Damn it, Parker.” Tony groaned. “I thought you were my little girl.”

“Don’t feel bad, daddy. A lot of people confuse Peter for a little girl.” You said as you walked into the kitchen behind Peter. The two of you made eye contact and you gave him an innocent smile while he rolled his eyes at you.

“Ha ha.“ He said sarcastically and then hissed at you like a cat. You gave him a look as you walked over to your dad.

“Happy birthday, baby girl.” Tony said and pulled you into a long hug.

“Thank you, daddy.” You smiled and hugged him back.

“Thank you, daddy.” Peter said in a high pitched voice to mock you. You and Tony looked at him and he quickly cleared his throat.

“Sorry. What I meant to say was, happy birthday. I didn’t know that was today. I mean, I’d been wondering why you looked so old but I assumed it was from your lack of sunscreen use.”

“Nice try. I wear sunscreen everyday.” You replied.

“Really?” He gasped. “Might want to up that SPF a few. You look like a crumbled piece of paper and not in a fun Taylor Swift way.”

“Don’t talk to me about skincare, Rudolf.” You snapped and tapped your nose twice to point out the zit on the tip of Peter nose. He covered it with his hand and narrowed his eyes at you.

“Children, please. No fighting. It stops my moisturizer from sinking in.” Tony sighed and rubbed circles into his skin.

“Sorry, daddy. I just wanted to make sure Peter knew about the giant pimple on his nose in case he was going to see anyone today.” You said as you smiled sweetly at Peter. He discreetly flipped you off by scratching his cheek with his middle finger.

“Any plans for the night, jelly bean?” Tony asked you.

“Nothing crazy. My friends are coming over later for a sleepover.”

“Oh God. Is this gonna be one of those crazy parties where you all get drunk and things get out of hand and you accidentally kill someone and have to dispose of the body together while hijixs ensues?” Peter. whined.

“No, because this isn’t one of the pornos you watch.” You scoffed.

“Pfft. That is not what I watch.” He insisted. “Where would I even find something like that? What would I even type? I’m open to suggestions.”

“Shut up.” You laughed. “You’re such a weirdo. And don’t be hanging around when my friends are here. I already told them you’re a pervert and on the FBI watch list so you don’t have a chance with any of them.”

“I don’t want to date your freakbob friends anyway.” He scoffed. “And to keep it down tonight, will you? I already wake up the birds chirping every morning. I don’t want to hear you birds all night too.”

“I actually came up with a solution for that. What if you killed yourself?” You asked through a smile.

“That’s a great idea. I might give that a whirl today if I’m not busy.” He replied and matched your smile.

“You? Busy?” You laughed. “Please. Busy doing what?”

“Peter and I are gonna be in the lab doing boring stuff with the suits. Adjustments, additions, and what have you.” Tony answered you.

“Oh. Okay. Do you need any help?” You asked.

“I wouldn’t ask you to do that on your birthday, baby girl. Peters got it.” Tony replied, making your smile falter a little.

“Yeah. I’ve got it.” Peter boasted and gave you a smug look. You glared at him for a moment before looking back at your dad.

“I’ll catch you later for some cake, okay honey bun?” Tony told you before kissing your forehead.

“Okay. Bye. Have fun.” You smiled sadly as he left the room.

“You look greasy, by the way.” Peter said once you were alone.

“Like I care what you think. Even your hairline won’t stay with you.” You scoffed and nodded towards his forehead.

“It’s not actually receding, is it?” He asked and touched his hair.

“Maybe your forehead is just getting bigger.��� You shrugged and popped a grape in your mouth from the bowl on the table.

“Bite me.” He replied and stopped touching his hair.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” You chuckled. “Isn’t that how you got your powers, spider boy?”

“Yup. What do you think would happen if you bite me? Would I be able to a do anything a total bitch can?” He wondered, making you pelt a grape at him. He caught it with ease and popped it into his mouth.

“Watch your mouth before I bring out the peppermint essential oils again.” You warned him.

“You wouldn’t.” He said quietly.

“Try me.” You shrugged. You stared at each other across the kitchen for a moment before Peter gave up.

“You win. Here’s your card. Happy birthday, gaylord.” He said as he handed you a homemade birthday card from his jeans pocket before quickly running out of the room. You rolled your eyes at him but smiled once he was gone and read the card. As annoying as you normally found him, you appreciated that he remembered your birthday. Inside the card was a crude drawing of the two of you fighting next to a drawing of a gift card to Planet Fitness.

Peter strolled into your bedroom around 10 pm when he had grown curious as to why your friends weren’t there yet. It was getting kind of late and you had listed many activities that you had planned to do while Peter begrudgingly listened to you talk earlier in the day. You were still in your room by yourself so he went in and knocked on your door to see what was happening.

“Hey dingus. When are your dumb friends getting here? I need to know when I should jam my ears with scissors.” Peter said as he leaned against your doorway. You were sitting on your bed with your knees draw to your chest and your chin resting on top of them as you stared out the window.

“Do that anyway.” You mumbled and didn’t move from your position.

“I’m going to. I can’t listen to you all yap about when Reputation TV is coming all night. And your friend Stacy’s theories are always way off.” He continued. You still didn’t turn to look at him and his smirk dropped when he heard a sniffle. He frowned and took a step into your room.

“Hello? I knew you were dumb but did you forget how to turn your neck or something?” He said to try to make you laugh. You stayed still and he craned his neck to try to see your face.

“Seriously though, when are they coming?”

“They’re not coming.” You said finally in a horse voice.

“Why? What happened? Did they finally realize you’re an annoying brat whose only redeeming quality is access to daddy’s credit card?” Peter teased in another attempt to make you laugh.

“Something like that.” You mumbled. Peter frowned and finally realized that something was actually wrong. He sat down on your bed and reached his hand out.

“Whats going on? Are you okay?” He asked in a soft voice.

“Just go away.” You said sadly and wiped tears from your face. Peter shot a web at a tissue box on your dresser and pulled it over.

“I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what happened.” He said and handed you a tissue. You gave him a skeptical look and he held up one hand in defense while waving the tissue in the other like a white flag. You sighed and took the tissue before wiping your eyes.

“They found out it wasn’t a yacht party or at some fancy restaurant or some elitist club in Tribeca so they all cancelled.“ You said as you nervously ripped the tissue up in your hands.

“They cancelled? Why?”

“Because no one wants to come to my party. They want to come to a Stark Industries party with puppies in the gift bags and acrobats suspended from the ceiling and Avengers walking around like party clowns. Just hanging out with me wasn’t cool enough so they all bailed.” You sniffled and turned back to look out the window. Peter raised his hand to place it on your shoulder but then drew it back. He didn’t know if he was who you’d want to comfort you and he didn’t want to push it.

“I’m sorry.” He said instead.

“Like you care.” You laughed sadly and held your knees tighter to your chest.

“I do care.” He insisted. “And I’m very sorry this happened to you tonight.”

“No you’re not.” You scoffed. “You’re probably thrilled to see me like this. This is probably the greatest moment of your dumb life.”

“It’s not.” He said quietly. You finally whipped around to look at Peter and he saw the pain in your red eyes.

“It’s not? Look at me, Peter. I’m pathetic. I’m alone on my birthday because I wasn’t good enough for anyone to hang out with.” You exclaimed. Peter went quiet as you slowly caught your breath. You teased each other all the time but you’d never actually yelled at him before. You wiped your eyes with the tissue before staring at your hands.

“You were right.” You said quietly. “I am just a spoiled brat who people only like because of my connections. And I’m sure you’re anxiously waiting for me to shut up so you can say “I told you so” and prove to me once again that I’m always wrong.”

You and Peter sat in silence for a minute without looking at each other. Peter felt guilty that you were expecting him to kick you while you were down. You were feeling your own guilt for snapping at him when he was trying to be nice.

“I’m not gonna say that.” He said after a beat.

“It’s fine. I’m fine. Just go away.” You said miserably and turned back to the window. Peter opened his mouth to say something but shut it when he couldn’t find the words. He patted your shoulder twice before getting up and leaving your room. You turned to look at the door once he was gone and felt yourself missing his presence. You turned back to the window and stared out at the night sky through your teary eyes and let time pass.

After a while, you started to smell something. You sniffed the air until you recognized it as the scent of a something burning. Out of sheer curiosity, you wrapped a blanket around your shoulders and padded into the kitchen. You found Peter in the kitchen with a lace trimmed pink apron tied around his waist and flour smeared on his cheek. You smiled in surprise and leaned against the wall to watch him for a minute. He was humming to himself a song you didn’t recognize while scrapping a burnt black lump of something into the trash can. When he finally turned around, he jumped when he saw you.

“Jesus. You scared me. But I guess I should’ve known the smell of something baking would have your big back running to the kitchen like I hit the bat signal.”

“Shut up.” You chuckled. “What are you doing in here?”

“Well, your parents went to a movie since they thought your friends would be here. That means no ones home.” Peter began.

“And?” You asked.

“And so I thought we could fulfill a lifelong fantasy of mine and making sweet love to you on the kitchen counter.” He smiled suavely and raised his eyebrows at you.

“Excuse me?” Your jaw dropped as he drummed his fingertips on the counter.

“I’m joking. I’m clearly baking a bake. Or, I tried. I guess 500 degrees was too hot.” He said and looked at the burnt cake in the trash.

“Yeah, that’s a few hundred above what it should be. But why are you baking? We have a chef for that.”

“Because it’s your birthday you miserable bitch. And everyone deserves a cake baked with love. Now do you prefer chocolate or vanilla frosting on your burnt cake?” He asked and held up two cans of frosting. You looked between the two before your eyes settled on him. You hugged your blanket tighter around yourself and shook your head.

“I don’t want your pity.” You said quietly.

“You don’t have it so shut up and grab a spatula before I rescind your choice in the matter and funfetti the fuck out of this cake.” He replied and held out a spatula. You stared at it and felt compelled to take it and join him, but you were still throwing yourself a pity party.

“No.”

“No? Look, I’m trying to cheer your dumb ass up so can you please work with me here?” Peter sighed and looked at you. You stared at him for a while before cracking the slightest smile. He noticed the smile and knew he had succeeded in his plan to cheer you up.

“Fine. But I’m not eating that. That’s what Santa puts in the bad kids stockings. We’ll make a new one. But I’m not touching raw eggs.” You told him and grabbed your dad’s matching pink apron from the drawer.

“I wouldn’t expect you to, Princess.” Peter mumbled under his breath. You glared at him through your lashes as you threw some flour and sugar into a bowl. Peter went to put the butter in but you pushed his hand away.

“It can’t be cold butter or it won’t mix properly. It has to be room temperature.” You explained as you filled a measuring cup with water.

“Oh. Let’s pop it in the microwave then.”

“We can’t do that either. Then the hot butter will scramble the eggs. Do you want little egg bits in your cake?” You asked him as you microwaved the cup of water for a minute.

“Maybe just a little.” Peter replied as he watched you put the butter into a small bowl and then place the bowl on top of the microwaved water.

“There. This will soften the butter without making it hot enough to scramble the eggs.” You explained. He looked between your little invention and you for a minute before smiling.

“Wow. That was really smart.” He said genuinely. “Women really do belong in the kitchen.”

“Shut up.” You rolled your eyes as you set the temperature to the correct heat on the oven. Peter couldn’t help but watch you over his shoulder as you combined the rest of the dry ingredients and expertly cracked an egg in one hand. He rarely got to see you like this, no makeup and in lounge clothes. And he definitely never saw you upset before. He was used to the perfectly groomed and standoffish version of yourself so this change of pace brought him unexpected joy.

“Move over. That’s not how you mix batter. You need to fold it.” You told him and reminded him of the you he knew. You bumped him with your hip and put your hands over his to help him fold the batter.

“Like laundry?” He asked as his cheeks heated up.

“Like you know what laundry is, Pigpen. And no. A different folding. Like this.” You said and helped him mix the batter until it was the desired consistency.

“Oh wow. That worked really well. I usually just go sicko mode until it turns into goop.” He confessed.

“And how does that work out for you?” You asked him.

“Look in the trash and you’ll find out.” Peter replied and eyed the burnt cake in the garbage can. You playfully rolled your eyes at him and kept helping him fold the batter. Everytime he tried to stir the batter, you gently corrected his hands to fold it instead.

“Why don’t you just do it?” He asked when he started getting frustrated with himself.

“Because you won’t learn if I do it.” You replied in a softer tone. Peter went quiet since you were being unexpectedly nice to him. You let the batter sit for minute once you were satisfied and then poured in into a cake pan.

“There. Thats gonna take about 30 minutes to bake and then it needs to cool before we frost it.” You told him as you shut the oven door.

“Oh, so we have 30 minutes? Then circling back to that making love on the counter idea-“

“Shut it.” You warned him. Peter pretended to zipper his lips and throw away the key. You cracked a smile before starting to clean up the kitchen. Peter wordlessly helped you tidy up and you exchanged a soft smile with each other in the silence of the kitchen.

“What was your worst birthday?” You asked after a long beat of silence.

“Are you talking to me?” Peter asked after looking around.

“Peter, we’re the only ones in the room.”

“Sorry. It’s not like you’ve ever asked me a personal question before. It’s usually “are you stupid?” or “can you go away?” or “do you need a tampon cry baby?” He recalled, making you feel bad for always being so mean to him.

“Oh. Sorry about that.” You said quietly. “I sound a lot meaner than I thought I was.”

“I’m mean too.” Peter shrugged.

“You tease me.” You shook your head. “I’m just cruel.”

“I think we are an equal amount of mean to each other. Don’t let it keep you up at night. I’m sure your chronic yeast infections do that enough.” Peter tried to lighten the mood, but you didn’t crack a smile. You seemed faraway in thought and he was curious as to why.

“Do you think I’m hard to be around?” You asked after a minute. Peter was about to crack another joke until he saw the look on your face. He could tell you needed a friend right now and was filled with determination to be one.

“No. I think those girls you called your “friends” are hard to be around.” He said seriously. “I’ve seen you with them. They’re the mean ones. Them bailing tonight has nothing to do with you. They’re a bunch of shallow jerks who only care about the material things in life. They don’t care about having deep connections with people. They only care about deep pockets on people. I know this isn’t the first time they’ve ditched you. And I know you feel alone even when they are here because you’re never fully included. You think no one notices because you tell stories about your charming adventures together but I see it in your eyes. They make you feel like an afterthought. You act tough and pretend it doesn’t bother you but I know that it does. You shouldn’t hang out with them anymore.”

“Then who am I going to hang out with?” You shrugged sadly. “Without them, I don’t have any friends.”

“Sitting alone is better than sitting at a table where you’re the topic of conversation when you get up.” Peter said simply. You stared at him for a moment before your eyes fell to the floor.

“I just don’t want to be alone.” You said quietly. Peter nodded his head in understanding and let a silence fall between the two of for a while. He was going to say that you wouldn’t be alone because you’d have him, but he didn’t know if you wanted to hear that.

“Can I ask you something?” He asked.

“No.” You said immediately. You made eye contact and you let out a sigh.

“Okay. Go ahead.”

“Why don’t you like me?” He asked without looking into our eyes. You saw that coming and stared at him to try and get a sense of what was going on in his head. He slowly looked back up at you and gave you a weak smile.

“Do you remember that time the power went out in the city due to that Max guy or whatever and we all lit candles and hung out in the tower?”

“Uh oh.” Peter gulped. “You answered my question with another question. That can’t be good.”

“Shut up. Do you remember or not?” You asked and gently kicked his foot with your foot.

“I remember that.” He told you and held your gaze.

“You were new around here. You had just gotten your powers that year so I didn’t really know you yet. I had gone to look for more candles and found you crying on the floor of the linen closet.

“I remember that.” He nodded. “It was all so overwhelming to be here with the whole team. I had never felt so small.”

“I know. I told you I felt like that too sometimes. And then we stayed up for hours talking about every stupid thing we ever worried about and gave each other advice. I think at one point I gave you advice on how much conditioner to use.” You said as you replayed the night in your memory. You had a look on your face that Peter had never seen on you before. It was natural and relaxed and playful, all things he knew to be the opposite of you. It was so rare that the two of you were getting along and he didn’t want to do anything to ruin in.

“A dime sized amount and not on the roots. I still use that advice.” He chuckled. “You were so nice to me that night. You came in and pretended I wasn’t crying so that I wouldn’t be embarrassed. You just sat down with me and started talking ad if we’d always been friends. You quieted all my fears that night. I was initially so embarrassed about it but then I felt a lot better knowing someone had my back no matter how bad I messed up.”

“I always had your back.” You insisted. “Even when I was mean to you. If you were in trouble with my dad, I was always here talking him down and trying to get him to see your side. He sees you through the lense of his child that he doesn’t want hurt but I’ve always seen you as a hero who wants to help. I even got him to give you the suit back when you were 15. And it was my idea to put the warmers in because you told me you’re always cold.”

“Really? You were rooting for me this whole time?” He cracked a smile in surprise.

“Yeah.” You shrugged. “Always.”

“Then how come you act like…” Peter trailed off in fear of insulting you.

“Like what?” You asked, sounding like you already knew what was coming.

“Like you hate me.” He admitted. You felt your face burn in embarrassment and shook your head.

“I don’t hate you.” You said sheepishly.

“You don’t?” He asked in genuine surprise. You looked at him and he could see the guilt in your eyes even in the dim light of the kitchen.

“No. I don’t. I never did.”

“Then how come we don’t get along anymore?” He asked. He had only gone along with all the teasing since you began it, but he had always wondered why it started.

“One of the things we had talked about that night was how my one regret about being homeschooled was never getting to experience a prom. I told you had dreamed of it since I was a little girl and it broke my heart to know I’d never have one. So then you said…” You trailed off, thinking he’d remember what he told you. His face showed no sign of remembering it but he racked his brain anyway.

“I said what?” He asked, breaking your heart just a little more.

“You promised to take me. To yours.” You told him. You and Peter stood in silence for a moment before he burst out laughing. Your sadness immediately hardened into anger at the sound of him laughing at you.

“Wait, you’ve been pissy towards me for the last few years because I broke a promise I made at 15 years old and didn’t take you to a stupid school dance?” Peter asked through a laugh. You glared at him for his reaction and he immediately stopped when he noticed you weren’t laughing too.

“Oh. We’re not laughing?” He asked.

“Why is that funny to you?” You snapped. Peter saw the moment slipping away from him and started to panic.

“Well I was- I was a kid.” He said simply. “I had a huge crush on this girl Liz and we were finally becoming friends so I asked her and she said yes. That was years after I promised you that. I’m sorry but I didn’t remember.”

Peter thought you were going to yell at him and hurl a parade of insults his way, but you just nodded your head and looked down at the ground.

“You’re right. We were just kids. Forget I said anything.” You mumbled and started walking towards the door to leave. Peter knew he had messed up big time and possibly just killed any and all chances of the two of you becoming friends.

“Wait.” He said desperately just as the kitchen timer went off. You stopped walking and watched him haphazardly take the cake out of the oven and throw it in the stove top as he blew on it.

“You should stay. We have to frost it.” He said with a weak smile and an even weaker attempt for you for stay.

“You can’t frost it while it’s hot. It’ll slip right off.” You said without looking at him.

“Oh. I didn’t know that. Well then do you want to talk some more or-“

“I have to go.” You cut him off and swiftly left the kitchen.

You went back to your room to resume the pouting you had started earlier. You felt guilty about walking out on Peter but it had hurt you to know that a promise that had meant a lot to you didn’t even stay in his memory. You stared out the window and sulked as you thought yourself into a deep rut. It didn’t take long for Peter to start making noise in the kitchen, interrupting your thought spiral. You heard things falling out of cabinets followed by Peter swearing. He bumbled around for a while and slowly drove you crazy with all the noise he was making until you couldn’t take it anymore. Just when you were about to text him and tell him the knock it off, you heard the dulcet sounds of “The Dancing Queen” coming from downstairs. You groaned in frustration and got out of bed to go downstairs and see what was happening.

When you got to the living room, Peter was standing there in one of your dad’s suits that hugged him a little too tightly around his muscles. The room looked like it had been decorated by a child with poorly hung streamers, ripped up construction paper to act as confetti, and bunches of webs that Peter had tried to shape into stars and moons. He had dimmed the lights and put a single bowl of chips on the counter, which he proudly stood beside.

“What the hell is this?” You asked him.

“Will you go to prom with me?” He asked with a huge smile.

“No.” You said immediately. “Please kill yourself.”

“I will.” He promised. “After one dance.”

“I’m not dancing with you. I’m not doing any of this.” You told him and turned to leave. You heard a “pst” right before feeling a web hit your back. Before you knew it, Peter tugged on the web and sent you stumbling back into Peter’s arms. He caught you with ease and winked when you landed in his arms. You rolled your eyes at him but felt a smile tugged at your lips.

“Please? Just one dance? Then I’ll let you go and hate me for the rest of your life.” He pleaded as he stared into your eyes. He looked so desperate that you found yourself nodding before you knew what you were agreeing to. He smiled in excitement and twirled you around before slowly swaying to the beat. You begrudgingly sighed and wrapped your arms around his neck while his stayed in a respectable place on your hips. You could feel his eyes on you but you kept yours on the ceiling.

“You can look at me, you know.” He teased, making you begrudgingly look him in the eyes.

“Oh. I almost forgot.” He smiled and pulled something out of his pocket. You looked down and saw a few poorly drawn flowers webbed to a rubber band.

“Your corsage, my lady.” He said as he slipped it onto your wrist.

“This is so stupid.” You laughed but secretly loved the thought he put into everything.

“It’s about to get even more stupid. Wait here.” He asked and quickly ran into the kitchen. He returned with one of Morgan’s plastic tiaras with a big fake gem in the center.

“Every prom needs its queen.” He said as he placed the crown on your head. You made eye contact as he stepped forward to adjust it and you felt your breath catch in your throat from how close he was.

“You didn’t have to do this.” You said quietly.

“Yes I did. I owed you a prom experience. I’m sorry I didn’t take you the first time. And I’m sorry for laughing at you. You just caught me off guard. I have spent many nights thinking of all the things I could have done to make you hate me. I genuinely forgot about that promise. I had no idea this entire time that you hated me because of prom.” He said as the two of you started swaying to the music again. You felt a feeling rise up in your chest, a feeling you hadn’t felt for Peter in many years.

“It wasn’t just the prom.” You admitted before you could think about it.

“It wasn’t? What else did I do? Did I hotbox the elevator with you in it or something?” He asked. “I did that to Wanda once and now she’ll show up in my dreams sometimes and make me pee the bed.”

“That’s disgusting.” You said flatly. “But no. It wasn’t that.”

“Then what?” He wondered.

“It’s stupid. You’ll just laugh again.”

“No I won’t.” He assured you. “Probably. I’ll definitely try really hard not to.

“Come on. Please tell me.” He pleaded and gave your hip a gentle squeeze. “You have to tell me now or I’ll become so annoying so quickly. I’ll be worse than those people who try to describe SNL skits to you and keep explaining even when it’s clearly only funny if you’re watching it.”

“I can’t tell you. It’s dumb anyway. Forget I said anything.” You said and hoped he’d drop it.

“It can’t be that dumb if it stood between us all these years. What, did you have a crush on me or something?” He laughed through his question. You went quiet and Peters eyes went wide.

“Oh shit. Did you have a crush on me?” He asked in a soft voice. You looked down at the ground to avoid having to look him in the eyes now that you were caught.

“I don’t know.” You sighed. “You were my age and had these cool powers and muscles and unexpected sense of humor. I was homeschooled and had swiped to the end of Tinder. You were my only option.”

“Oh. I see. So you only liked me because I was the only choice?” He said through a laugh but it hurt him. You could sense in his voice that you had just hurt his feelings and for once, that wasn’t what you wanted.

“I mean, not the only choice.” You added. “Cap used to hang around a lot more and he’s not the worst looking. But he’s like 500 so I never really had a chance.”

“Why me, then?” He wondered. You finally looked in to his eyes and shrugged a little.

“Because you were kind.” You admitted. “You didn’t need to take on as much as what you did at such a young age but you refused to do the easy stuff. You used to drive my dad crazy with how for you begged for assignments. You were so determined to get out there and save people, it was almost obnoxious. You were never content getting back stolen bikes. You always wanted to protect people from the big things. Even when you were just a kid. I liked that about you. I still do.”

“Still?” He gulped. “Even now?”

Before you could respond, the slow music that was playing ended and “Munch” started to blast from Peter phone. He scrambled to change the song but the moment had already been ruined.

“Sorry about that. I don’t know who put that on my playlist.” He quickly lied.

“It was you.”

“It was me, yeah.” He admitted and hung his head in shame. You stopped dancing and slowly withdrew your arms from him, making his heart sink.

“This was really sweet. Thank you, Peter.” You said genuinely. “I should probably get to bed now. I just want this day to end.”

“But we haven’t frosted the cake yet. It’s still your birthday. You can’t go to bed without any cake.” He said in a desperate attempt to get you to stay.

“I don’t know. It’s late.”

“Come on. It’ll be fast. That’s one of my powers. Spider can frost cake really fast and so can I.” He said and rushed over to the cake. He held it up and gave you a lopsided smile, convincing you to stay.

“Fine. Let’s make it fast.” You agreed and walked over to him. He smiled at you joining him and got out the frosting. He handed you a spatula and you started to frost the cake.

“You don’t have to keep wearing that if you don’t want.” Peter chuckled and went to take your crown off. You quickly swatted his hand and adjusted your crown.

“Back off. It’s mine.” You said and stepped away from him. He chuckled again and you laughed too.

“I really do appreciate everything you did for me tonight. I hope I can make it up to you one day.” You told him.

“You can make it up to me right now if we clear off this counter top and-“

“No.” You cut him off.

“Worth a try.” He mumbled.

“Really, though. You cheered me up tonight and I didn’t think that was possible.”

“In a way, I’m glad your stupid friends cancelled on you. It gave us an opportunity to spend time together. And this was the least I could do for not taking you to my real prom. Which was total buns, by the way. I missed most of it because I was putting my dates dad in jail.”

“Well I’m glad that didn’t happen tonight.” You laughed softly.

“Me either. I wish I took you to the first one. We could have been friends this whole time if I had just remembered my promise.” He sighed.

“It’s fine. It was a long time ago. I’m done moping about it. I’m ready to eat this cake and be friends from now on.”

“I’m ready for that too.” He smiled at you. “Especially the part about us being friends. But also for this cake because it’s kinda giving me a boner from how good it smells.”

“It does smell really good. I can’t even blame your boner. But if that thing even looks at me you’re getting impromptu gender reassignment surgery with this spatula.”

“Ouch.” He chuckled and looked over at you. He didn’t stop looking at you until you felt his eyes on you.

“What?” You laughed shyly.

“I can’t believe you ever liked me. And that this whole time, I had no idea. I am so not cool enough for a girl like you to like.”

“Yeah, well. It wasn’t like I dropped any hints.”

“Maybe not. It just doesn’t feel real. I wouldn’t believe it even if you weren’t always mean to me. You reciprocating my feelings was not something I ever thought would happen.”

“Reciprocating? You liked me too?” You asked as your mouth went dry.

“Are you kidding? You’re my mentors insanely hot and totally off limits daughter. Of course I liked you. Not to mention you’re funny, smart, good with a screwdriver and the apparently my biggest supporter. Though you did it in secret. Make no mistake, birthday girl. I had the biggest crush on you for years. Even when you were being mean to me.”

“Oh. I didn’t know.” You said quietly. You had your back to him as you washed your hands but you could feel his eyes on you. You peaked over your shoulder and sure enough, Peter’s eyes were locked on you. You gulped and turned back around when you heard him walking over to you.

“You know, as mean as your insults were, they were always clever. And you always looked good saying them. How could I not fall for you?” He said as he came up behind you. He was close enough that you could smell his cologne, along with a scent that was just distinctly Peter, making your heart pound in your ears. You turned around and leaned against the counter as you looked into his eyes.

“Well how do you feel now?” You asked with unwavering eye contact.

“I feel like those feelings never left.” He admitted. You had never heard such confidence in his voice and it was just the thing to tip the scales back in his favor.

“Hm. Interesting.” You shrugged and turned back around. It was almost like you could hear the disappointment in the air once you had your back to him again. You decided not to torture him forever and give in to what you both wanted.

“Peter?” You asked and looked over your shoulder at him.

“Yeah?”

“Clear the countertop.”

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[imasimpforshanks]

voicemails they leave when they’re missing you

ft. zoro, sanji, law, shanks

a/n: what i would give to have someone leave me a cute voicemail 🥲🥲 maybe part 1 of 2?????? Idk anyway sorry for not posting for a bit! Work has been insane lately????? Idk what it is with kids at the moment but they are kind of feral BUT I STILL LOVE THEM WITH MY WHOLE HEART

— zoro —

“hey dumbass, i know you miss me so i thought I’d phone you so you could hear my voice or whatever… it’s not like i miss you or anything…. (sighs)

okay fine (quieter) i miss you so much, shit. it’s just getting crazier and crazier by the day out here and I- (louder) OI PISS OFF YOU STUPID CHEF IM ON THE PHONE - (voice back to normal) sorry about that, you know how that damn cook is… anyway what was i saying?

oh yeah… things are heating up and well i guess shit is going down soon so just… be safe out there. i love you.

i’ll see you soon.”

— sanji —

“HELLO THE ABSOLUTE LOVE OF MY LIFE! it is now day 2763 without seeing your face and i am just withering away!! okay so maybe not that many days, but i am indeed withering away. if i don’t get to see you soon i may DIE! And no, im not being “dramatic”. I’m being serious.

i miss your face, i miss your laughter, i miss your hugs and kisses, i miss the smell of your perfume… I miss the way you keep me company when i cook….

ANYWAY MY LOVE, I hope you are safe and well. Please call me as soon as you have the chance. I love you with all my heart.”

— law —

“uhh hi- hello- hey… i know it’s the middle of the night but ive come to the annoying realization that its even harder than normal for me to sleep without you around. so i just thought… maybe hearing your voice or something would help… I don’t know.

i’m actually happy you didn’t pick up though- no! wait! I didn’t mean it like that- i just… ugh. okay im barely functioning right now… but you got what i meant im sure… i just really miss you. I know we’re seeing each other again soon but ya know? (lets out a deep sigh).

i-uh i love you, yn. call me when you wake up.”

— shanks —

“i was really hoping you’d pick up baby, ive got so much to update you on!

i literally saw the funniest thing ever today and im not even exaggerating. we were out strolling through this new town and these kids ran passed me playing in the street but then i shit you not this bird just started swooping at them out of no where and they were screaming and crying and i know i should feel bad for him and im a bit of an asshole for laughing and shit but oh my god baby i was nearly pissing my pants with laughter.

(calms down) anyway… was hoping i’d get to hear your voice… (laughs awkwardly) this whole long distance shit never gets any easier does it? i hope everything is okay back home. I’ll try phoning you again later.

love ya baby, and miss you like crazy.”

[musei-thoughts]

𝘙𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘴 = 𝘒𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴.

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝘝𝘰𝘹 𝘈𝘬𝘶𝘮𝘢 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮! 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 (𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘚𝘩𝘶 𝘠𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 )

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 710𝘸.

𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬. 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧.

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩.

𝙖/𝙣: 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘣𝘶𝘵 ��𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰.

��𝙖𝙜𝙨: 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘦.

It was a hot summer day in the Akuma household. Vox sits the engawa (a traditional Japanese home’s veranda) as he fanned himself, watching you wander through the garden, picking up rocks and pebbles from the ground.

You looked over to vox innocently, an intrusive thought lingering in your mind.

Vox squints his eyes at you in suspicion, “Y/n? What do you have there?” You showed him the rock. “What is that rock for? Are you planning on throwing at someone?”

You just stared at him and slowly placed the rock in your mouth. “Y/n. No.”

You ignored him and held the rock in your mouth. “Don’t you dare do it. We don’t have Shu in here to magic you out of whatever situation you’re planning on putting yourself in.” He threatens you, pointing his fan at you.

You blinked, thinking if you should reconsider your decision on swallowing the rock. I mean- the rock isn’t that big, you’ll be fine.

Or not.

“Y/n- I told you not to swallow the damn rock!” Vox rushed to your side and frantically pats your back, “You need to cough! Cough, dammit!” It was no use, your face was turning blue from lack of oxygen.

He kept on patting your back, Hard. "COUGH!" Seeing that patting you was not working, he begins to perform the Heimlich maneuver on you. "COUGH!!"

You continued to choke, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. "No. NO!!" He squeezes your abdomen for the last time before the rock comes flying out of your mouth in slow motion, hitting a poor bird.

"Good god are you alright?? You actually choked! My heart dropped! I thought I was going to have to perform CPR on you or something!" Vox exclaimed, holding your shoulders tightly.

You wiped the saliva from the corner of your mouth, panting, "I wish." you mumbled.

"Wait, you WANTED to die?! Are you insane?!"

'Dying is not what I would have wanted, but you performing CPR on me is.'

"Yes."

Vox sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, "Well, you need help. Seriously, the world is better with you around whether you think so or not." Vox quickly gives you a hug before patting you on the head. "And please, try not to swallow rocks again in the future."

The scene was so sweet till you pull out another rock from your pocket with sneaky grin on your face.

"Oh for god's sake…." The demon face palms before quickly taking the rock from your hand and hurled it over the fence. "You will NOT die today!"

You were like: >:ᗡ

You gave Vox an offended glare before picking up another rock and making a run for it. Vox screams and chases after you, yelling profanities at you, "YOU GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW, YOU TWAT! YOU WILL BE HAPPY AND ALIVE AND YOU WILL LIKE IT!!!"

The demon catches up to you and puts you on his shoulder, getting rid of the rock in your hand. "Just...rocks. No more rocks." He ties you up and waited for the sorcerer to come home.

When Shu returned, Vox asked him to banish all the swallowable rocks in the household.

Shu complied to vox despite his confusion, "THIS-" Vox points at your tied up form, "-TRIED TO UNALIVE HERSELF!!!"

"No I wasn't." You defended.

Shu turns to you in wonder, "What's with the rock eating fiasco all about then?" You ushered him to come closer to you and whispered something in his ear.

The sorcerer pulls away and chuckles at you, making you flush in embarrassment.

"Why, what did she say?" Vox asked.

Shu leans down and kisses you on the cheek before turning to Vox. "She just wanted kisses." He casually lied, patting your head and leaving you alone with vox.

Disbelief. That's what Vox's face held as he looked at you.

The male sighs in defeat, walking towards you and planting a soft kiss on your forehead, "You should've told me that you wanted kisses instead of worrying me like that…" He mumbled.

Initially, kisses wasn't on your mind when you swallowed that rock. You just wanted to know if you would become like that Filipino female superhero: Darna, who turns into a superwoman when she swallows a rock.

So in conclusion, Rocks ≠ Darna but rather,

Rocks = Kisses.

𝘢/𝘯: 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘱. 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵. 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘢'𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘴.

← 𝘗𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 │ 𝘕𝘦𝘹𝘵 →

[ohitsjordynn]

[ellie williams, female reader, no use of y/n]

cold hands.

the sounds of giggling filled the room to the brim. the sun was lighting up the world with its accompanies cool breeze. butterflies and birds decorated the outside air and it was perfect. everything was perfect.

the sight of her smile really did set your heart on fire. how could someone possibly be so pretty?

you laugh again, “i cannot believe i only met you a couple days ago!”

“i know! i feel like i’ve known you forever,” she sighs before looking back at you with a grin.

you’re smiling so much your cheeks hurt but you couldn’t care less. it was such a good feeling, being with her. you’ve never felt like this before.

“i was literally just thinking that!” you exclaims.

she stops in front of you to shine you her boyish smile, “great minds think alike, yeah?”

your heart flutters and you stumble on your words. ellie williams is such a charmer. “you get me so well. what, are you stalking me?” you joke, raising an accusatory eyebrow.

Ellie cackled before taking your face into the palms of her hands, “no, stop playing! i can feel the spark we have. you’re perfect.”

you gasped, “you don’t mean that!”

“I do! I mean it. C’mon look at me!!”

“babe, look at me please,” she begs, her voice cracking. you could hear her choked up sobs and wheezing lungs. you could hear each crack and shatter in her heart and it hurt you more than the feeling on your body going numb.

god, you wanted to look at you. you wanted to look at her so bad. you couldn’t bring yourself to. you were scared that it’d be the last time you would.

“baby please…” she sobbed.

you opened your eyes and could barely hold yourself together. her face was turning red, damn her purple. the cold and frost leaving no trace of her freckles. completely washing away where the sun kissed her soft skin. you could see every shaky breath she took as she held back her cries. “i’m scared,” you whispered, tears almost freezing up as they rolled down your face.

“i know, sweet girl. i know we’re trapped in here and we might not make it but i want you to know that i love you so fucking much okay?” she says, her frozen-over hands cup your face.

you sob. how is it that, trapped under all this snow, freezing, that her touch can still give you such a warm feeling? “i don’t wanna lose you…”

she shakes her head, snowflakes falling from her auburn tresses. “you’re not losing me baby. okay? i love you. i love you more than every star in the sky and i’m going to love you every bit even after we die. i’ll love you in the next life and the next after.”

“do you really mean that?” you say as you move yourself into her embrace. everything hurts. the numbing feeling hurts worse than the frost bite. but, gosh, does it all go away with her. you press your head on her chest to hear her heart beat. it’s slow and faint but steady. you cry and hug her tighter.

“i do baby, i mean it with my whole heart and mind and body. i mean it with every fucking thing i have left in me.” she says, thumb stroking your shoulder until she stops moving.

and so does her heart.

“oh my goodness, you’re crying!” ellie exclaims, immediately using her thumb to wipe your warm tears.

“am i?” you say, moving your gaze to her green eyes.

“i’m so sorry, sweet girl. i didn’t mean to make you cry…” ellie whispers as she holds your hands. the two of you look at each other for a moment. a silence overcoming the two of you.

and, for a moment, your heart stops. and then it flutters. your stomach flips and a smile creeps onto your face. “don’t worry, el. your touch just… felt kind of familiar.”

“it did?”

“yeah…” you say. you chuckle and grab her hand, interlocking your fingers with hers. you begin to skip down the sidewalk with her. “well, are you hungry for anything? my treat?”

ellie laughs, “yeah as if! and are your hands always this cold?”

your eyes sparkle and you giggle, the sore feeling in your cheeks making its way to again, “are you kidding?! i was just thinking that!”

[justanotherpersonsuniverse]

All right here we go! 

Spoilers below for chapter 71 of PN

Oo nice, marinette POV is always fun in this

Ough little baby… not feeling mixed enough sounds difficult :(

Oh jeeze poor thing, wow yeah she kinda just lost it all in one go

Damn Fei almost succeeded in what hawkmoth has been trying to do for 1 year in like 12 hours

I’m going to be homeless, miraculous-less, I’m going to have to perform on the streets for money and wander through the streets lost and hungry until I eventually die in a trash can.! Always love marinette catastrophizing 

Ok but if panthera was there then you two could panic about both losing things together!! It would be great fun. 

Christ you really capture marinette’s constant state of high alert amazingly its honestly really funny

French. My god. French. Someone could speak French.

Marinette had found her.. her Shanghai savior. NO GIRL SHE STOLE FROM YOU BUT THIS IS FUNNY AS FUCK

IT GOT FUNNIER HELP CALLING HER A CASH COW????GIRL PLEASE I’M LOSING IT ON A SUNDAY MORNING

Ha idiot, yes Fei you have morals accept it. I know in the Shanghai special they basically had Marinette's epic aura of kindness remind Fei of her dad’s ideals, but i’m curious what’ll happen here

Fei forgor that to scam people you have to be certain type of person. Which she is not. 

Nah you got me tricked for a second when you mentioned Rose saying something at the start of Juleka’s POV i was like “girl what we get a rose POV??” but alas

Make Juleka visit Scotland and then I can comment on inconsistencies and shit the internet lies about, it would give me great joy

Bird employee?? Mr Cheng is so cool

The gorilla uses sign language?? Why did i not know this. That’s cool af

Hey Marinette is says gullible on the ceiling look up. Girly really trusts the first person she could communicate with directly after being mugged

Marinette and her slight of hand tricks return again!

Fei being baffled by kindness repaying in its own way is so much fun

Nah not the way Juleka and Adrien are bonding with Mr Cheng before Marinette does it-

Bastille is fun, i enjoy this bird

Guard cat Juleka is so real

Everything. She looked at herself in the bike mirror. Her damaged face, her ruined hands that were meant for outreached protection and kind generosity– gnarled into the claws of a thieving demon. Fei closed her eyes, remembering the emptiness of what should’ve been around her wrist, and remembering the emptiness of where her father should’ve still been standing. This paragraph goes so hard, i love it. 

Nah Fei pleeek talk to someone girly your so sad rn

Marinette is so little and darling

Juleka didn’t trust the darkness. Not to someone alone. Not to someone that wasn’t her. Emo ass motherfucker (but also valid AF)

No because why am i still so suspicious about Adrien finding out. Like girl please. 

NO BECAUSE THE SUSPICION IS GETTING HIGHER GIRLY IS GOING TO SNEAK OTU

Mr Cheng panicking- oh dear, someone please give the guy a hug

Hey. how does Fei expect Marinette to pay her when she already stole all her money. 

GIRL STOP TELLING EVERYONE HOW PRECIOUS THEY ARE TO YOU PLEEK

Wait no girl she needs the earrings. Girl please. Fei why. 

HUH WHAT PLAGG CAN JUST LEAVE??

This is so awesome and silly style and i love it

Alright, chapter 72 now, I’m rolling this into one review cause I’ve got the flow

NEVER MIND THE NEW CHAPTER IS 30K I WILL SPLIT THESE

chapter 71 was banging, loved it cap! now the monster that is chapter 72 shall be slain

LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

[ana-swritings]

"Somebody To Love"

Hello, my lovelies. Here it is. The story I have been working on for the last few weeks. Hope you like it.

Please, keep in mind that it's my first time writing royalty au, so be kind. :)

Check it out and let me know what you think. :)

Love y'all,

Ana

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Pairing: Jensen Ackles x OFC

Fandom: Supernatural RPF

Words: 31,877

Fair Warning: Explicit Language; Fluff; Angst; Hurt; Smut; Friends To Lovers; Royalty AU

Summary: Harmony never thought her life would change so much when she is sent to Court to find a husband by her father. But when she becomes friends with the King, things change and fast. Will she be able to stay true to herself and save, not just herself but her sister as well from their father, or will she lose herself to all the dangers that lurk in the darkest parts of her new life?

Chapter 1 - The MacLeod's

Near a peaceful and quiet village in the country side of the Aetas Kingdom, lives a small family made up of a father and his two daughters, the MacLeod’s. And although the two sisters are loved by those who know them, their father is not.

Harmony MacLeod, the older daughter of Fergus MacLeod, is a smart, kind, compassionate and sweet woman, who has taken over the duties of Lady of the House after her mother’s passing while giving birth to young Elise MacLeod, her younger sister.

Harmony’s father, Fergus, is a man who doesn’t care for his daughters. In fact, he not only resents them for the fact that they were born girls, he also hates them. He wishes that Elise had been born a boy, that way he would at least have a proper heir to his legacy.

Fergus is the kind of man that only cares about reputation, status and wealth, and in his eyes having two daughters is a curse and a penance for whatever crime God believes he has committed in the past.

He decides that the only way to take some advantage of the fact that he has two daughters is to marry them off for power and status. This way he can kill two birds with one stone: he raises his status within the King’s Court and, at the same time, gets rid of his daughters.

Fergus knows that the best matches are in Court, having spent some time there in the past, and since he knew the late King, he believes it won’t be too hard to ask his son, the new King, for a favor. So, with all of that in mind, he decides to send Harmony to Court to find a husband.

When Harmony receives the news, she feels as if someone has just punched her in the stomach, knocking the wind out of her. She can’t see herself marrying someone she doesn’t love just for power and status, let alone leaving her sister behind.

Standing in the small courtyard of her father’s estate, and after multiple secret reassurances from the house servants that Elise will be okay, Harmony hugs her sister one last time before being rushed by her father to enter the carriage that will take her away from her sister and home.

As the carriage flies down the dirt roads on its way to Court, Harmony looks at the letter in her hands. She knows that that letter contains her future and she hopes that it’s vague enough that will allow her to carry on her plan.

You see, as soon as the carriage left her father’s estate, Harmony decided that she wasn’t going to marry someone she didn’t love just so her father could rise in status. No, if she is going to get married then she will marry someone she loves and that will be willing to let Elise live with them.

As she gets taken further away from her home and the woods rush by the carriage’s window, Harmony takes a deep breath and thinks that this is the first step into what she believes will be the rest of her life and she will be damned if she isn’t going to live her life the way she wants to.

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[quickdetour]

Maybe the universe places people in our life just to teach us things. But I do believe that on rare occasions, we encounter someone that we just know we met for a reason. As you are, to me.

I don't understand God's plan until that night, I got to see your face with my own eyes. I was always screaming "God, I wish he was mine" whenever your online-existence came across my page.

You're a form of gorgeous wreck and I can see it by the way you smile. God uniquely created your DNA and knit your frame in secret to surprise the world. I live for the line of your smile and the melody of your laugh. You're a focus among blurs from my point of view. You're a beauty, a scenery, just like the words of your first name.

But how did you manage to be so nice, so gentle yet so confusing at the same time? How the hell you moved your hand to feed me a slice toast of yours, my belly is fine but my ego and heart is full. How the hell you did that when you didn't even know that I always ask people to feed me because I love that. How the hell did you notice the shoes I wear when my a-bit-longer pants is covering it. How the hell you accepted my silly request for a damn hug because I can't help it anymore. I'm sorry if I didn't know how to play it cool, I am truly, fell off the ground whenever you speak.

And how the hell you manage to be fine to not explaining what's going on and how the hell that I-

I am fine with that.

It is so hard for me to communicate how I feel, because I don't always understand why I feel the way I do. Like I do, towards you. But I'm deadly sure that you're my person, my type of person. It hurts to see you standing in front of me looking so gorgeous when you're not mine.

Your charm made of poetry, glitter, and roses. You're a long awaited swim on a hot Jakarta weather, you are everything beautiful. You are indeed something that I wish I have. I talk to God about you every night. I don't know what kind of spell you put on me but you humbled me. I'm at a loss for words. I am lost in you.

But darling, you are a free bird as you were before. Please live happily and do the things you always wanted to do. I'll always be proud of whoever you'll become.

And if one day you ever lost your mind over something, I'll be here to give my hands to lead you back on track.

Ah, even if I have the chance to, I don't think I deserve a man like you. Please, please, please, let me keep you forever. Please, please, please let me see you around.

Ah, if I have the chance to. Please, please, please, let me keep you forever. You're a good person to live with

[the-blaze-empress]

no joke I switched to desktop JUST so i could type this out on an actual keyboard instead of my phone

starting off with chap 4 OH MY GOD okay we get a little bit of backstory with chat!!! they are Not Human which makes sense but we get confirmation!!! Chat is Phil's BIGGEST SUPPORTER it might be because he's just a Kid but i feel like it's more than that, Chat seem like sneaky little bastards plus they Know Something I have a feeling they have ulterior motives o.O and I touched on this briefly but I ADORE the reptition of "you feel guilty" it's reminiscent of a thought that just won't stop pestering you but with that little tinge of unsettling energy that makes you know it's something MORE. and damn right Chat is never wrong YOU HAVE BEEN CHOSEN FATHER TECHNO, NO TURNING BACK NOW I am so normal about them <3 

PHIL'S WINGS ARE THOSE OF A CARRION BIRD?? FEMALE VOICE IN HIS HEAD?? AM I GETTING GODDESS OF DEATH MUMZA VIBES, BECAUSE IT FEELS LIKE I'M GETTING GODDESS OF DEATH MUMZA VIBES. angel of death phil is TOP TIER- and that DREAM UGH dreams are some of my favorite things to read/write because you can kinda just go wild and show your character's innermost fears/struggles/injuries without the limits of realism or needing actual structure- you can literally just slap your readers in the face with metaphor and they HAVE TO LIKE IT because it's a dream sequence and nothing NOTHING is cooler than a good dream sequence. the mirrors, the mirrors surrounding him and showing him what he thinks is the worst and most shameful part of himself- GENIUS. And then THAT cage disappears and he's RIGHT BACK WHERE HE STARTED in another cage. A prettier cage, sure, but a cage nontheless. 

THE WINGS IMAGERY OOF i adore it i adore it all I'm frothing at the mouth screaming crying throwing up a bird in a cage!! Phil is a bird in a cage in more ways than one (MIRRORED CAGE- LITERALLY A CAGE MADE OF HIS OWN BODY THE SYMBOLISM IS PERFECTLY PAINFUL), his wings are clipped and he keeps fleeing anyway because he can't bear it anymore GOD. he is sisyphus. he is the bravest little boy and he just wants to stop hurting and stop being hurt. I want to hug him (BUT DON'T TOUCH HIS BACK!! BECAUSE HIS WINGS ARE THERE AND IT HURTS). Do the sleeves have something to do with the wings??? It would make sense- runes in the cloth to help hide them. I'm getting the vibes of either prophecy/curse, seeing as how these "stories" tell that his wings won't stay just tattoos for long. Which, that makes me thinks it's involuntary and POOR BOYYYYY 

characters sobbing after being shown just basic kindness is SO GOOD it's so painful but it shows so much about them without having to say it. They're used to cruelty and hurt. They've learned not to expect anything for free. They've been taught that they aren't worth anything if they're not giving every part of themselves to someone else. They've been taught that they aren't worth extra effort. They fundamentally don't understand the concept of being cared for just because they are human beings who need care and attention and OH the pain!!! the agony!!11!!! the shock and amazement and disbelief when someone is there just to be there, the fear that somehow they'll mess it up and things will go back to how they were, the holding their breath and waiting for their caretaker to realize they're not truly worth all this trouble. they're so precious and they have so much trauma <33333

and thus begins dadnoblade!!! I'm so excited to watch their relationship grow, this fic has me wholly and truly obsessed. The daily updates have been amazing, but please take the time to rest/take a break if you need one!!!! I will be eagerly theorizing in the meanwhile

oh if that isnt a fucking mood, i do that all the time which is partly why its taken me a Bit to reply lmaoooo. also HOLY SHIT UR ASK IS SO LONG??? SLASH SO POS

OKAY HI I GOT DISTRACTED TALKING ABOUT CLASSICAL CONTEXTS AND ALSO WHY ACHILLES AND PATROCLUS WERE GAY TO MY FLATMATE IM BACK NOW

yesss chat backstory!! there is more to come!! and yeah chats attached to the scrawny kid they met for like 0.5 seconds whos surprised not me. and yeah they ARE a sneaky little bastard and proud of it. so what if they may or may not have ulterior motives its fiiiine you dont need to know just trust them okay? chat is never wrong about SOME things. sometimes they are Very Wrong but They Will Never Admit That. though that is actually a rarer occurrence tbh

YEAAAA CARRION CROW BAYBEE WE LOVE SPOOKY BIRDS IN THIS HOUSE!! i am Looking at your theories and Saying Nothing <3 you will get ur answers <3 eventually <3 yes the dream!! i got to write two dreams in quick succession it was Great i also love dreams bc as u said, u can go BATSHIT with the symbolism and IT DOESNT HAVE TO MAKE SENSE also DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TRYING TO WRITE ABOUT THESE DREAMS AND NOT BE ABLE TO USE THE WORD NIGHTMARE????? IM DYING OVER HERE 'BAD DREAM' DOESNT HAVE NEARLY THE SAME CONNOTATIONS. anyways.

he is just a bird in a cage poor bby </3 im LIVING for ur analyses and i am going to pretend they are all intentionally like that!! (aksdjf i mean some shit is deliberate but also some shit has just Worked and im like huh neat) and idk DO the sleeves have anything to do with the wings? eyes emoji <3 poor boy yes correct hes Trying His Best

yeahhhh the fucking breaking down after being shown one (1) ounce of actual human decency is chefs kiss istg. hes so broken and this only breaks him MORE it should be HELPING and it IS but it HURTS and its NOTHING LIKE WHAT HES USED TO and yeah. trauma. we got a LOT of that in this fic wooooo

yesss dadnoblade (unwilling) (semi willing) (shut up chat okay its willing dont tell anyone else) im so glad ur as obsessed about this fic as i am bc boy oh BOY am i obsessed!!!!!!!!!! i will take rests and breaks dw especially since my uni has fixed the mc problem where i couldnt actually play mc properly so i will now be doing that A Lot More askdjfhdskj

do send me more theories if u have them at literally any point in time idc if its 2am i Will Listen

[circa-specturgia]

“Their personal, exploitable superhero”

Well. You’re already making me feel things. OW.

“Don’t tell me you care about preserving childhood now, Peter. How many of our patients died under your watch?”

Oh that one hurts hurts, such a brief interaction and immediately everything is clear from the company to Jason’s stance to the employee just AAAAAA

It had been so long since Will heard his godfather’s genuine laughter— loud and hysterical like a bird or hyena, completely unfitting for the timid man it came from. He was just as odd as Will had once been, and that comforted him tremendously. Jason wiped a mirthful tear from his eye as he settled back down.

“It’s been so long” OH MY GOD THAT AAAAA whether it’s because they haven’t seen each other or because it’s been impossible for him to laugh in that time… I don’t know which hurts more 😭

“Oh yes, they’re still shaken up from the last battle. You did a number on them, dear.”

HE KNOWS!!!! DOES HE KNOW??? HE HAS TO, HE MUST HAVE RECOGNIZED HIM!

No, Will could see, he didn’t know it was him, at all. It was a slip of the tongue.

inhale

ok

ok

ok

am I ok? no. no I’m not.

"Are you okay, sir?" he asked.

"I didn't mean to. You just reminded me-" Jason sighed. "Part of me hoped you were him."

"Him?"

IT IS IT IS HIM JUST ASK JUST SAY IT HUG PLEASE IM BEGGIN IM LIKE THAT SONG FROM STEP UP SERIOUSLY IM BEGGIN YOU

The whole exchange between Jason and Will how Jason feels as though he’s beyond forgiveness for his actions, breaking down in front of this person who managed to allow him to laugh for just a moment, and then WILL!!!

Will, telling him that it would not matter, that he still loves him

AND THEN SLIPPING UP

AND THE HUG AND THE CARE AAAAA

TELLING HIM HE DOESN’T HATE HIM

AND

“Don’t touch my son.”

DAMN JASON CAN FIGHT

Still, the rage in his eyes and the venom of his voice made Will feel like a scared young boy in Preston all over again. And yet, he still felt safe and warm, because this time, someone was fighting for him

The fact that the sight of it both both brings back those memories, and yet at the same time gives him warmth is a hard to describe bittersweetness that just… yeah.

…trembling under the weight of both his friend and Jason’s sharp stare.

In a brief break from being very very sad can I appreciate this phrasing for just a moment? It’s very nice, I like it a lot ✨ A zeugma? Is that what this is? I think it is!

Will sniffled and coughed weakly, and he suddenly remembered how sick he was. Two thick wings came down around his shoulders to stop his shivering. He truly felt like a young boy again, but it wasn’t demeaning or depressing. It felt like home.

God I adore these two. The pain of someone you love speaking so horribly about themselves is such a horrible aching pain and you convey that so well here, I can feel it

As he went over the list of kids he had to save, Jason couldn’t help but admire the wonderful hero his son had become.

This, in contrast with the type of hero the townspeople see him as… They see him as a savior who can be of use to them, but Jason sees him for who he really is LOVE THE PARRALLEL

You said that knowing me saved your life, Jason thought to himself, but Will, I hope you know that you saved me first. You have always been my hero.

no words I’m just gonna cry for a bit

i wish i could put into words how knowing you has saved my life

Thank you so much for this prompt! It actually really helped develop some ideas for the parts of Freaks of Preston that I'm struggling with lol. I hope you enjoy this lengthy bit of long-needed comfort for Will and Jason.

TW: violence (brief description of a dislocated bone)

Freaks of Preston - You're My Hero - WC: 2.6k

The uniform for a Ves Corp soldier was much bulkier than Will had anticipated. His sleeves just barely stayed put on his arms, and the dark-tinted helmet felt heavy against his head. And yet, his disguise was working masterfully. None of the scientists questioned the short soldier walking through the halls. One of them even called him “Jin” before hurrying off to their lab. They mistook him for their own patient, the perfect cover for getting further into the facility.

After freeing the first wave of children from Vesely’s testing, several more parents had come to Will in hopes that he would go back and save their kids. It didn’t matter that he was just a boy— the very boy they used to punish for existing— still freshly wounded from his last fight in the wretched company that was holding his father prisoner. The people of Preston finally saw Will as something other than a monster: He was their personal, exploitable superhero.

That was why he was shuffling through the halls of Ves Corp in an oversized suit, groggy and feverish and tired of the world around him, but still determined to save these children. It was what Jason would have done, what he had given up his freedom for. He was the real superhero, in Will’s eyes, and he wanted to do as much good for the world as Jason had. Perhaps then, he wouldn’t feel so guilty about leading Jason down the path to Vesely.

Will’s first stop was the main lab. That was where most of the patient files were kept, which would lead him to the captured kids. Two tall guards stood at the door, one with a healing cut on his cheek, which Will couldn’t help but feel he was responsible for. His powers were stronger than he thought.

“No soldier units past this door,” the scarred man said.

Will spoke as deeply and confidently as possible, his voice obscured slightly by the helmet’s filter. “Just here to supervise some tests for Mister Rhodes.”

The guard squinted. “Are you new? No one calls him Rhodes.”

Will’s stomach dropped. He hadn’t counted on the employees knowing about Jason’s family troubles.

“Jim,” the second guard said, “let it go. It’s meant to be respectful.”

“He doesn’t like his name,” Jim said. “Rio beat that into all of us when they brought him here.”

Will took a deep breath, hoping no one could hear his heart pounding in his chest. “I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t realize.”

Jim shook his head slowly. “I’ll need to see your ID.”

His wrists felt tight from the building pressure of his powers. Thankfully, before he could lose control, a familiar and calming voice came from behind him.

“Thank you for meeting me here. Please, forgive my delay.”

Will was frozen in place as Jason stepped by him. He looked even more tired than before, with his sleepless eyes and tangled hair. The guards stood to attention, taking Jason’s badge to scan without question.

“This is one of our new hires,” Jason told Jim. “I asked him aside for a personal interview.”

“Of course, sir,” Jim said.

“But so young?” the other guard asked.

Jason turned his head slowly, and the chill in his eyes made the guard turn away.

“Don’t tell me you care about preserving childhood now, Peter. How many of our patients died under your watch?”

Peter remained silent, shaking ever so slightly. Jason looked back at Will, who was still hidden under his helmet, and gestured for him to follow him inside.

“Don’t interrupt us,” Jason said to the guards.

“Yes, sir.”

The door slid closed, and Jason locked it with the electrical panel on the wall beside it. Will couldn’t get himself to speak. All he had wanted was to see his godfather again, but now he was terrified. His mind was all over the place, stuck between the need to maintain his cover and the childish desire for comfort. Before he could choose, Jason spoke to him gently.

“Does your family work here?”

“Huh?”

“I assume that’s why Rio would let another child into the soldier’s unit. Otherwise, I’ll have to sit him down for an explanation.”

The last thing Will needed was Rio joining the party. He would know something was wrong in an instant, especially if he oversaw every soldier in the building. Will nodded his head, deciding to play the part for the time being.

“My parents work in accounting,” he said. “I wanted to do something more with my life.”

Jason managed a sad smile. “I’m sorry to tell you, but you would have been better off in accounting. You wouldn’t have to see what goes on in these labs.”

He took a seat at one of the many beaker-covered counters. Will took the moment to look at the lab around him, unable to stop himself from admiring the architecture and machinery on display. If it hadn’t come from a madman, Will could have spent hours studying all of Ves Corp’s technology. Thankfully, his curiosity faded away when Jason spoke again.

“I’m sorry to ask this, but did Vesely ask you to supervise us today?”

“Yes, sir.” Will said. “Thank you for covering for me.”

“Of course.” He closed his eyes. “Was that all Vesely told you? Did he give you any other instructions?”

“No, sir, not at all.”

“Thank you.” His shoulders fell in relief. “He keeps sending people to talk because I won’t see him. I’d say that he should know better, but sadly, I’m not sure that’s true. I don’t know what kind of person he is anymore.”

The sadness in his voice was unbearable, and Will didn’t think he could stay hidden for much longer. It was enough to make him push his luck.

“To be fair, sir, I can’t tell you what he is, either.”

Jason actually chuckled, and the pride in Will’s chest was quickly smothered by anxiety as he looked back at him.

“How are you liking it here?” he asked.

Will took a deep breath. “It’s been good, sir.”

Jason smiled. “You’re allowed to be honest, you know.”

“I wouldn’t want to ruin my chances here.”

“Don’t worry—” Jason drew his fingers across his mouth. “My lips are sealed.”

“Okay… This place sucks.”

It had been so long since Will heard his godfather’s genuine laughter— loud and hysterical like a bird or hyena, completely unfitting for the timid man it came from. He was just as odd as Will had once been, and that comforted him tremendously. Jason wiped a mirthful tear from his eye as he settled back down.

“You’re not wrong, I’m afraid. Security, medical, training— It’s all broken.”

“Don’t forget these soldiers. They act like they don’t want to be here.”

“Oh yes, they’re still shaken up from the last battle. You did a number on them, dear.”

Will thought his heart would jump out of his chest. He knew. Jason knew it was him under the helmet— but he hadn’t reported him yet. What was his plan?

The boy slowly met his eyes again, surprised when he found Jason’s terrified expression. His hand covered his mouth, and a tear rolled down his cheek. No, Will could see, he didn’t know it was him, at all. It was a slip of the tongue.

“Forgive me,” Jason whispered. “I’m so sorry.”

He sat against a desk covered in messy piles of paper, holding his head in his hands. Will stood in front of him, feeling guilty for not speaking up.

“Are you okay, sir?” he asked.

“I didn’t mean to. You just reminded me—” Jason sighed. “Part of me hoped you were him.”

“Him?”

“The boy who came here and freed the patients. He’s my godson. I thought he was dead— these bastards convinced me that I killed him. I finally got him back, but I had to send him away for his own safety. I would never dream of keeping him in this prison. Still, if I could just see his face again, if I could tell him I’m sorry…”

“Sorry?” Will didn’t try to hide the offended tone in his voice. “Why would you need to be sorry?”

“This place has changed me. I’m not the man he remembered and looked up to.” 

Jason reached for the pendant of his necklace, the little sun charm that Will had made all those years ago.

“What would you do,” Jason asked, “if someone you once admired turned into a monster? What if he beat a man to an inch of his life, right in front of you? What if he had failed the children he promised to save, turning them into an army for an obsessed old man? Would you ever look at him the same way again?”

He buried himself further into his hands. Will couldn’t bear seeing him in so much pain, and all because of him— again.

“What if he told you that it didn’t matter?” Will asked.

Jason looked up from his hands. “Didn’t matter?”

“I mean— what if it didn’t change his mind about you? What if you’re too kind of a person to ever be a monster in his eyes? These people did awful things, and you tried to stop them. That’s not monstrous.”

“But the things I’ve helped them do—”

“They fucking manipulated you! They plucked you out of a hospital and forced you to train their kids or else they’d kill everyone else you loved— and when you saw the truth, you fought back. You were never a monster, Jace. You’re my hero!”

In the heavy silence of the room, Will realized he had slipped up. There was no more hiding. Jason rose slowly from the desk, waiting patiently as Will removed his helmet. The air felt colder on his damp face. All either of them could do was stare at each other, trying to anticipate what the other would do.

Jason was the first to break. Tears ran freely from his eyes as he took the boy’s shoulder and pulled him close, holding his head like he was cradling a baby.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered. “It never should have gone this way.”

“It’s okay, I’m here.” Will patted his back. “I don’t hate you, okay? I could never hate you.”

“Even after—”

“You did nothing wrong. I’m sorry I got scared, but you were right. Vesely needs to be stopped, no matter what.”

Jason sighed. “You’re right… but I’ll find a better way to stop him, I promise you.”

Before they could say anything else, the door opened so fast that Will thought it would break. He was paralyzed as the two guards rushed inside.

“Sir, there is no new hire. This soldier is an intruder—” Jim faltered as he spotted Will. “Pete, order a lockdown now. Tell them the Shapiro boy is here.”

Jason’s arm tightened around Will. “You’re not going to say anything, okay?”

“Jason, you know the rules.” He approached them swiftly. “I know this is upsetting, but he can’t be here.”

Jim’s grip on Will’s arm nearly knocked him off his feet. There was a sudden shift in the air, a pained yelp, and a sickening sound that Will was sadly familiar with; the pop of a bone. Jim had been thrown into the wall, and his right arm was completely limp— dislocated, most likely. Jason stood between the guard and the boy, retracting his wings to a shielded position. His voice was full of darkness.

“Don’t touch my son.”

In all their years together, Jason never so much as raised his voice around Will. He had always been careful to not act as Isaiah would. Even so, Ves Corp had clearly worn him down too much. His supposed friends had taken everything from him, spinning this elaborate tale of Jason’s self-inflicted misfortune. There was no point in staying calm for monsters like them. 

Still, the rage in his eyes and the venom of his voice made Will feel like a scared young boy in Preston all over again. And yet, he still felt safe and warm, because this time, someone was fighting for him.

“Jason…” Peter grabbed Jim off the floor. “Please, listen to us. We’re only looking out for the company.”

Jason shook his head. “It’s naive of you to think I still care about your precious company.”

Peter inched towards the door with Jim on his shoulder, trembling under the weight of both his friend and Jason’s sharp stare.

“You can take Jim to the infirmary, but if I hear Will’s name coming from your radio, your fates will be far worse.”

Peter was struggling to speak. “But sir—”

“Just give me one moment with my son, please! It’s the least you can do after making me believe I murdered him!”

Finally, the guards had no rebuttal. They walked backwards out of the lab, their eyes never leaving Will until they shut the door. Jason gasped and leaned back against his desk, closing his eyes in shame.

“Oh god, Jim,” he said, mostly to himself. “What have I done?”

“Jason?”

“I ruin everything, don’t I? This darkness, I don’t like it. I’m making your life hell, Will, and I’m so sorry. You don’t deserve to be stuck with someone like me—”

He jumped as Will hugged him again, crying into his sweater.

“Would you stop saying shit like that? You saved my life, Jace. If that makes you a monster, then I shouldn’t be alive!”

“No— No, that’s not true!”

“Then stop calling yourself a monster! Stop saying you only make mistakes!”

Jason brushed his hair, hushing him gently. “Please, dear— You’re right, I’m so sorry. You are not a mistake, Will. Meeting you is the greatest thing I’ve ever done.”

Will sniffled and coughed weakly, and he suddenly remembered how sick he was. Two thick wings came down around his shoulders to stop his shivering. He truly felt like a young boy again, but it wasn’t demeaning or depressing. It felt like home.

“I assume there’s a reason you snuck in here, besides coming to see me.”

“Right— I need to free some more kids for their families.”

Jason scoffed in disgust. “After everything you already did for them— The least they could have done is send authorities.”

“I think the cops are in your boss’ pocket, anyway.”

“You know, that sadly explains a lot.” He ruffled the boy’s hair. “Then it looks like I’ll have to help you sneak around and free those kids.”

Will shook his head. “You’ll get in trouble.”

“They’d have to catch us, first. Lucky for us, I know this building well. I’ve learned all its secret paths.”

Jason lowered his wings and went over to the front door. He listened for a while, and once he was satisfied, he headed for the stairs to the observation deck. Before he climbed the metal staircase, he held his hand out for Will.

“What do you say— Partners for the day?”

Will smiled and put his helmet back on. “Sure.”

//////

Jason helped Will up the stairs with careful precision. The boy’s steps were slightly off-balance, but he did his best to keep moving. As he went over the list of kids he had to save, Jason couldn’t help but admire the wonderful hero his son had become. Will was right to scold him for his harsh comments towards himself: no monster could have raised such a strong, selfless, and amazing child.

You said that knowing me saved your life, Jason thought to himself, but Will, I hope you know that you saved me first. You have always been my hero.

[base0h]

Hey!! I saw you write for op, so... Can i req something? 👀 Modern au but for kid & zoro with gn!s/o ✨ Thx!!

a/n - yes ofc!! Requests are welcome and greatly appreciated 💜 I hope that some headcanons plus a scenario is alr, ty anon! ✨

Warnings ⚠️ - g/n reader, modern au, I’m so sorry I bully kid 👍

Modern Kid & Zoro headcanons + scenario

Zoro

- I’m sorry this guy didn’t get good grades in high school

- he missed most of his classes bec he couldn’t find the damn room 💀

- he needs you to help him study

- ends up falling asleep during study sessions 🗿

- “Zoro are you even listening..?”

- “Hm? 1765 was WWII right?”

- “…no.” ._.

- He wears all baggy clothes, except for when he wears a white tank top

- He’s super intimidating, so at first he seemed a bit scary

- But once you saw how he literally got lost with directions right in front of him- he wasn’t that scary anymore 👍

- Back when he was crushing on you, he literally stared at you ALL class

- he blames you for all of his failed tests 💀

- When you catch him staring, he’ll make up an excuse

- “Oh there was a bird behind you.”

- “Zoro. We’re inside the classroom.”

- embarrassment ensues

- he’s lowkey possessive in a relationship

- gets really jealous too

- If someone starts eyeing you up and down, prepare for the bulky arm that’s about to wrap around your waist

- if he’s feeling ✨extra✨ then he’ll squeeze your ass and look back at the guy with a smirk

- Man doesn’t want anyone looking at you like that if it isn’t him 👌

- He actually really likes cuddles but will never admit that to you

- His favorite is when you’re snuggled up against his side, resting the side of your face on his (tiddies) chest

- His heart melts when you start hugging his torso and wrapping your legs around him 🥺

- No fr he’s going to die right then and there when you do that

- If you try to move, he will NOT let you move

- Like don’t even try- his arm will hold you there until the end of time

- he doesn’t openly give affection, kind of thinks it’s too “cute” for him

- He’s tough and he’s a moss head 👍

- And he gets so embarrassed if you ask for hugs or kisses in public

- His cheeks turn bright red, and I mean BRIGHT red

- He’ll look around to make sure not the entire crowd is looking at you guys, and he’ll give you kisses “discreetly”

- “Just- I’ll kiss you when we get home!”

- man didn’t realize he just yelled that out loud 💀

- Oh god. Everyone’s looking now-

- He’s grabbing your hand and literally running tf outta there 🏃‍♀️💨

- lowkey a bit of a tsundere lmao

- He wants to stay all tough and aloof, but how’s he supposed to do that with you-??

- He can’t go a minute without thinking about you 🥺

- ok but please help him graduate high school 😭

Scenario - Study Sessions 📖

You’ve decided to take on the challenge of helping your boyfriend, Zoro, study for the upcoming math exam next week. You knew exactly how Zoro wasn’t the best at studying.. But you wanted him to actually pass math with a decent grade this year. A lot of sulking and pouting came from him as usual, “Y/n, I can pass the test without studying..” He said, walking through the doorway to your room. “You’re just going to stare at me or fall asleep.” You replied, grabbing the math textbooks, as well as all of the different supplies you needed. Zoro blushed at your comment, trying to hide his flustered expression, I mean… Your comment wasn’t exactly wrong. “It’s your fault I fail the tests!” He replied angrily with red tinting the tips of his ears. “How is that even my fault-??” You retorted while dropping the textbooks on the table in front of you two. Zoro looked to be dreading this, his face looked like the world was about to end- “Oh come on- it’s not the end of the world if you at least try to study for once. Even I study! I don’t like doing it!” You said to him as he sighed, crossing his arms with a huff. “Fine.” He agreed, sitting down at the table in front of you both.

You started to explain the different things that were listed on the study guide. First off was calculating interest rates, Zoro was already dying inside. He loved spending time with you, but math ruins everything (it rlly does). “Ok, so then how would you do this problem?” You asked him, pointing at one of the word problems on the page. “I don’t give a shit about how Jonah has 45 apples that cost 3 dollars a month that increases by- whatever that number is.” He sighed with an irritated look on his face. You snickered at his comment, I mean he wasn’t wrong, these word problems were dumb as fuck. When he was writing down the process of the strategy of the problem, you peered over his shoulder, checking his work as he went. You were surprised, he was actually listening to what you were saying earlier! Is this a miracle? He hasn’t even fallen asleep yet 👍 Maybe all Zoro needed was some motivation? You didn’t have much to motivate him other than yourself, so maybe if you gave him some head pats it’d motivate him? You thought the idea was kind of dumb- but maybe it’d work on the moss head of a boyfriend. When he finished his work, he showed you the paper while you glanced over each number carefully. “Wow! Good boy Zoro.” You said, patting his head. You didn’t mean to say “good boy” it kind of just came out that way. You meant to say, “Good job” instead of good boy 💀 The room had a god awful moment of awkward silence. “What did you just say?” He asked, still wondering if you actually just said that. You didn’t answer, you just hid your face in the paper you were checking for him. Suddenly, his hand ripped the paper out of your hands and threw it across the room in a rush. He almost tackled you down, his movements were fast and strong. His strong arms pinned yours above your head, his waist nestling in between your legs.

“Good boy huh?” He asked you with a smirk, leaning down and starting to kiss along your collar, trailing up your neck, leaving little nips at your skin. He leaned towards your ear, laughing softly, his breath tickling your ears. His hand trailed down towards your stomach, holding your waist with his warm and coarse hands. “You’re the one that started this, are you gonna help me fix it?” He whispered into your ear, kissing your jawline softly. You nodded slowly, taken aback by his swift actions. When he laughed, it sent vibrations up your neck, making you shiver. “Good y/n.”

Kid

- He’s the guy who’s always heading to the principal’s office bec he said rude shit to the teacher 👍

- or he beat someone up

- or he “was being a dIsRuptIon iN cLaSs”

- all three tbh

- Yes you walk him to the principal’s everytime since the teacher trusts you more than Killer 💀

- No like he’s really smart! Just too angry lmao

- He could get literal straight As if he wanted to, but he doesn’t give a shit about school so-

- He doesn’t have to study for tests he already knows what’s on it, but still fails it bec he’s either busy bothering Killer or he’s saying rude things to the teacher

- “Not my fault you’re single- bitch.”

- “Office, now.”

- “Fuck this shit.”

- You always struggle to hide your laughs when this happens lmao

- he’s the guy no one even dares to look at, like they’re all deathly afraid of him

- Not only is literally fucking massive- he also has the angriest expression on his face 24/7 (rbf x10)

- Then you wave hello to him and he’s like: “oh- hey y/n.”

- Everyone: wtf. 🗿

- He’s soft only to you and sometimes killer

- He doesn’t yell at you as often as he does to other people lmao

- Oh and also I feel like he’d have this kinda dog

- His name is Cabbage (his fav food is cabbage rolls👍) idk why I thought of cabbage 😭

- He LOVES his dog sm- like when he gets home he’s like every dog owner

- “Ayyyy Cabbage!! I’m back boy!”

- It’s adorable I’m dying now 🥺

- Once you come over to his house, and you meet his dog, holy shit the dog loves you

- That’s a sign bro- 👀

- man instantly trusts you since his dog fucking loves you sm lmao

- You love cuddling with the doggy 🥺 it’s so fluffy and adorable

- It’s also 160lbs so be prepared :)

- Kid is kind of embarrassed about showing affection in public- like Zoro, he thinks it’s too “soft and cute”

- But if someone is like- eyeing you up and down? prepare for violence

- I don’t think that guy was ok after kid dealt with him

- Oh and you had to walk him to the office again 👍

- when he was crushing on you, his personality will completely change when he’s talking to you-

- “SHUT THE FUCK UP- oh hey y/n. I SWEAR TO FUCKIN-“

- ._.

- he turned tulip colored when he accidentally confessed to you

- “Oh yeah I like someone!” -you (let’s say you liked him too)

- “Yeah me too, it’s you- I MEAN- THE FUCK-“

- Man- 😭

- he even rehearsed this and it still went all wrong 💀

- oh and killer filmed the whole thing while hiding behind a pillar

- he got chased by kid for at least an hour after that 👌

Scenario - It all went wrong 💀

Kid was looking at himself in his mirror. He had a piece of crumpled up paper in his hands. He kept looking up and down, from the paper and then back to his reflection. “Uh- y/n- I like you. No fuck that sounds weird.” He’s been rehearsing his script for about an hour with Killer laying on the floor with a pillow over his face. Poor Killer had to endure all of Kid’s ranting about how amazing you were and how much he liked you. But, he was glad that his best friend had finally found someone like you, he thought you two would be perfect for each other! “I’ve liked you for a while… FUCK THAT SOUNDS LIKE AN ANIME- KILLER ARE YOU LISTENING?!” He threw the piece of paper at Killer’s stomach. Killer grumbled, moving the pillow as he sat upright, rubbing his eyes. “Kid. Just go do it. Standing here and talking to the reflection isn’t gonna help.” He said with a sigh, stretching his arms out behind him. “YOU’RE THE ONE WHO SUGGESTED I EVEN FUCKING PRACTICE-!” He yelled back, pacing back and forth, angrily stomping around with frustration. Good god he was so nervous to tell you those words. It was embarrassing for him, the huge, terrifying giant, Eustass Kidd. He wasn’t supposed to be feeling this way for you, not at all. But it was something about your smile, the way you carried yourself around, the way you’d always walk him to the office everyday. Those little moments made Kid’s heart flutter like it never has before.

He decided it. He’s just gonna go and do it. Not that hard right? He’s Eustass Kidd after all! As he walked down the stairs, his dog, Cabbage went to greet him happily, sitting in front of him with a visible smile on his face. “Ok, Cabbage, I’m gonna go finally tell Y/n. Do you think that’s a good idea?” He asked his dog, putting his hands on Cabbage’s head, ruffling his fluffy ears. Cabbage barked softly, head butting him gently as Kid laughed, “Alright, see ya Cabbage.” He said, patting his head before walking out the door. Killer peered down the stairway, gazing at the dog who barked at the door, seemingly saying goodbye to his best friend. “Do you understand him..?” Killer asked the dog. Cabbage whined inquisitively, tilting his head to the side as if he was confused. “Damn it now I’m talking to the fuckin’ dog..” He muttered to himself, walking down the rest of the stairs and opening the door. When Killer left, Cabbage laid on the ground, his head resting on his paws, his long ears almost covering his eyes. Now, he waited.

You were walking back to your house from some extra classes you had at school. Fatigue started to get to you, three more hours of math wasn’t exactly the most energizing thing in the universe.. Your head hung kind of low as you held both straps of your backpack. Kid saw you walking on the other side of the street, and he started to run across the busy streets. Horns blared as he jumped over several cars and dodged the approaching trucks. You looked in the direction of the ruckus, seeing Eustass Kidd sprinting towards you, barely escaping at least 6 car crashes. “Kid what the hell-?! The cross walk was literally over there!” You yelled, pointing at the intersection probably about four feet from where he decided to run across the street. Kid thought to himself, Ok- this is it- wait Killer said I’m supposed to lead into the subject. How the fuck do I do this-??? Kid asked himself, clenching his fists with anxiety. “Do you like anyone??” He finally asked, the awkward silence that spread in the air almost killed you both. NOT THAT SUBTLE IDIOT- he thought to himself, ready to die on the inside. “Uh- yeah why-?? do you like anyone?” You asked with a confused expression. Why was he asking you this? Was he going to tell you a crush of his?? You liked him.. But, you weren’t really sure if someone like Eustass Kidd could like you back.. “Oh uh- yeah, it’s you-“ He replied before stopping and realizing what he just said. His whole face turned bright red, What the fuck did I just say..?? He asked himself, internally panicking. He felt dizzy, he didn’t just tell you that on accident right? “You.. Like me? Really?” You asked softly, trying to confirm what he just said. Kid looked unbelievably frozen and lost, he was still trying to figure out how the fuck he confessed accidentally.

Killer was standing behind a pillar, holding his phone up discreetly, filming this entire situation for later. He’d make fun of Kidd afterwards. He almost couldn’t contain his laughter when Kidd accidentally confessed to you. He didn’t even know anyone could do that, but if it was Kid, anything’s possible. He didn’t realize that the direction of the sun was diagonal from his phone camera, so it slightly reflected some light in Kid’s direction. He didn’t even notice that it was shining right in his eyes-! “Where the fuck is that stupid light coming from-?!” He yelled, staring in Killer’s direction, squinting before having the most embarrassed, angry, and shocked expression on his face. “YOU FUCKIN-!” He started to yell, sprinting full speed towards Killer. He instantly got up from his position and started to run- what else was he supposed to do-?? “Wait- Kid! I- like you too!” You yelled to him, making him turn around with a blush on his cheeks. “Just wait there! I have to murder Killer!” He yelled, continuing to chase down his best friend. You couldn’t help but giggle, Kid always made you laugh, no matter how you were feeling. You felt so happy that he liked you back, maybe all those trips to the office weren’t so bad after all. <3

a/n - god this took me so long- school started up again for me 💀 I hope you enjoy angry man and moss head :)

<3

[cynettic]

Stay with Me pt.3

Summary - You manage to escape from Scaramouche, if only for a moment before you realize there’s no escape. It only takes until you’re sitting back in your regular spot that you know what you need to do.

Pairings - Kitsune!Reader x Yan!Scaramouche

Warnings - Suggestive content, mentions of death, swearing, slight gore / blood 

A/N - Its really hard to make this depressing while I’m vibing to Rasputin. Like no joke- I have it on one of the 1 hour playlists :D

Here you’ll find -  pt.1 and pt.2

He’d left a key.

Scaramouche didnt make mistakes, not while he had you captive in the vicinity of his bedroom. He didnt have room for mistakes, not when you were watching his every movement while he was in your line of sight. 

Sure, he mightve killed a person or two in front of you, but those were necessary mistakes. There was a sign on the door, it specified not to enter. You’d understand that, right?

Thats what he thought at least, lulling himself into belief after belief that you’d be there waiting for him every time. That you’d welcome him with open arms, even if there were chains ensnaring your wrists. That you’d accept your fate at his hands and submit yourself to him.

The Balladeer was a fool.

He’d kept you there for too long, and while you searched for an easy way to escape, time sent your head spinning. Into a spiral that begged only for the wind against your face, back laying on dirt with the familiar chirping up birds waking you up in the morning.

You wanted to go outside.

And when push comes to shove, you had to risk a little more to make it happen. Lure him into bed with kisses while your hands unbuttoned his vest. But what he believed to be alluring contacts was just your way of finding the keys hidden in the back pocket of his shorts.

It wasnt hard to find the one to your cuffs while he was asleep, cuddled in your chest with both arms around your waist as if to get you to stay put. You took the key, hiding them back in his clothing and hoping he didnt notice.

He didnt say anything the next day.

You werent going to wait any longer.

“Oh for fucks sake, why won't the goddamn door open?”

The room was left in tatters behind you, a little gift for Scaramouche once he got back. Turns out a pair of chains can smash up a lot of things, and rage can be used as a great source of strength when contained for such a long time.

But you’d done more than throw the blankets around, cut up the drawers and smash open the windows. Because your fists had bled red when you punched through the glass, puncturing your skin. Your knuckles were an ugly red, bruising already.

Ah, Scaramouche deserved a much better gift.

Gruesome as it was, you rubbed your knuckles against the pale walls. Till the blood stopped coming, till there was a nice little message for the boy which you held so dearly to your heart.

‘Balladeer.’

The first time you’d found out about him being a harbinger he’d told you not to call him by that name. You weren’t someone he associated with by work, you were a treasure to him. That’s why you continued to call him as he pleased, although the temptation always arose.

You were no longer his.

Shoving the door with your hand again, palm fiddling with the handle and groaning when it hardly budged. “Stupid,” you grumbled when the knob began to loosen. Backing up, you charged with your shoulder to the door, full force as the momentum broke the hinges. The door fell down with you along with it.

It was expected, you’d been stuck in the room for a long time, and thats considering you’d sat on the ground for decades. Your body was slight numb, muscles sore and unused for so long. 

“You a-arent supposed to leave your room!”

A young man stood in the hallway along with a woman who looked relatively the same age. The two were wearing uniforms, flinching when you stood up from the debris and off the door. “Excuse me?” You asked, voice unnecessarily icy and stern. But you couldnt care less, you were going to get out of this house, damn anyone who stood in your way.

They both continued to shake when you walked towards them, staggering from side to side. The woman stepped up in front of the man, presenting a brave face. “If you leave the mansion, the harbinger will kill us all!”

“Well then I expect you should be on your way then. Actually…” you gestured to the maze of hallways. “You can lead the way.”

“What…?”

Your hand went limp to your side, an exasperated looking momentarily crossing your face before you sighed. “Im not staying trapped in that room, I’m sorry if that ruins your life, but frankly you're not the one stuck in there are you?” You took an extra step just to intimidate them, eyes wide to make the appearance of crazy. “It would be a great help if you showed me where he hid my vision too.”

“We can show you to the door…” The man began, “But the whereabouts of your vision are unknown, he wouldnt tell us something like that.”

A gift bestowed from the gods, a piece to help me thrive with my ambitions and pursue my goals.

Gone.

You really wished you’d taken to clawing out Scaramouche’s face instead, but you’d take what you got. Right now your main priority was getting out of this place, even if it meant leaving a piece of you behind.

“Door.” Your voice was raspy and there was a terrible feeling that crawled up to your throat, but you didnt have time to be emotional. “Show me where the door is… please.”

The conflict in their eyes dissipates by the time they lead you along, mumbling words between themselves. You didnt bother to try eavesdropping, you were so, so tired. You wanted to go home.

Anywhere. Anywhere but here.

It took a few minutes until you were standing in front of a grand door, almost twice the size of you and just as wide. You then began to notice the decorational plants and furniture that filled the empty space, there wasn't an inch of dust. Even though you could tell none of it was used.

“Hurry,” the man warned when you paused. “I dont know when our master is coming back, but if its soon, we’ll all be screwed.”

You couldnt feel your head as you numbly nodded, hand clenching the knob and flinging the set of doors open. “Thank you,” you merely mumbled, taking your first step out of the house in what felt like forever.

The days after that were a blur, the area around Scaramouche’s house were nothing but void. Empty and filled with forests and vast plains. You knew he didnt like people or socializing in general, but to this extent?

Your only option was to run.

Let your feet take you somewhere, anywhere. It was a constant pattern of running and taking breaks, leaning on a tree and gasping in a few breaths before you were again scurrying through the forest. 

And yet you felt better than you’d felt in past months that you’d been stuck with Scaramouche.

Food became any boar you came across, the claws you’d spent so long hiding with Scaramouche coming to unleash a wrath beyond your comprehension. Till the animal was cut to shreds and no meat was left even to eat. You’d slaughtered it, without intention to eat or benefit for it, you’d killed it just to kill.

“I’m sorry,” you’d sobbed into the ground where you’d buried the harmless animal. Forehead pressed into the dirt as you pleaded for forgiveness to whatever archons would accept it. You couldn't even remember what archons you were supposed to pray to. “Forgive me- forgive me…”

But eventually you found your way around to somewhere you knew. Territory of Inazuma where you could find your way back, back home.

Where was home?

You’d been on the run from the vision hunt decree, abandoning your post for the Kitsune Saiguu for such a thing. Even now that you could return without a vision and as no threat under the decree…

You’d sacrificed everything for your vision.

Where were you to go now…?

Rain patted down, the trees providing only a slight cover as stray drops fell into your matted dirty hair. You didnt mind, it hid the tears that slid down your lifeless face, feet taking you into the far meadows of your hometown. Till you plopped down underneath a tree, knees curled to your chest and arms hugging them close. You were crying.

You were home.

____________________

“Awh,” a ginger haired murmured, elbow resting on the cool wood of the tabletop. “Is little Mouchie sad? I heard your kitty cat escaped~”

A death wish, even fatui that idly minded themselves around the bar knew it. Sipping cold drinks and swirling their cups, the soft chatter was nothing but a distraction from the main course of events. That being the smaller Harbinger who sat sulking in his seat, hunched over with a drink in hand. He’d drank far more than what was on the counter, but everytime he finished a glass, he’d smash it on the ground, watching the fragile glass shatter into pieces.

“I dont have a cat,'' was his only response, tone daring Childe to pursue further. To give him a reason to start throwing the glass in his face instead.

And Childe was an idiot when it came to challenging someone.

“No cat?” The rest of the drink in the taller harbinger’s glass was gone when he threw his head back. “Hmmm, I cant think of what else could’ve had you so enraptured in returning home then~!”

Scaramouche didnt respond, uneven bangs shadowing the bags under his eyes. “Stronger,” he said instead, elbow on the counter and hand outstretched for something. When there was no movement from the man managing the wine, the harbinger looked up. “I need something stronger to drink,” he repeated, voice seething.

“Of c-course!”

The glass was nestled in Scaramouche’s palm in no time, fingers curling around the circular form to down it in seconds. The drink merely slid down his throat in one movement, alcohol burning his senses. It didn’t matter, he was numbed by the growing rage inside of him.

Finally, he turned to the ginger haired boy, eyes hazily dancing along the counter till it reached his fingertips. Up his hand and along his arm, till Scaramouche was staring right into Childe’s eyes. “They escaped,” he admitted softly. “But it’s alright, because I sent something that’ll bring them back.”

Childe paused, raising his drink up away from his lips to pose a question. Hesitation danced along his features before he brought the glass back, he’d rather not provoke the shorter male any further. Wasn’t like he could interfere anyway.

____________________

“That… that…” 

It was preposterous, having returned to that same spot for a day or two and heading back to the hometown you’d once lived in. The one Scaramouche had lived in. There shouldn’t have been an issue, you were solely gathering supplies for the sake of it, ambition driving you to travel far far away.

Out of Inazuma.

It was your new beginning, convincing yourself that you didn't need a vision. Finding some sort of purpose before Scaramouche shattered the vision and your life along with it. You’d seen how people had reacted when it had been ingrained in the statue, neutralized and broken. They lost hope, purpose and aspirations for anything new.

It’s not like the Raiden Shogun took my vision.

But you’d taken that fact for granted, expecting some sort of new start without Scaramouche. A victory, getting away from him just for a split second and getting out of Inazuma altogether, you’d never see him again.

Until you got his message.

“How the hell…” You crushed the note until it was just crumbled paper in your hand, slowly leaning on the stone wall. “Piece of shit… what kind of person even…” 

Not only did he manage to find you, but without making his presence known, he’d tugged at your one weakness with an ease that had you down on your knees.

You threw the paper to the ground, deliberate as you stared past the alleyway. Pensive as you considered your options. Damn, what options did you even have? You’d been an idiot to underestimate Scaramouche, he wasn’t a child, you knew that… but archons he seemed like one when he was with you. Shown you a vulnerability he wanted only you to see. But maybe that had been part of his plan all along, until all you believed was his soft demeanor.

He may act like a child, but he’s a harbinger.

You stared down at the crumbled piece of paper in disgust.

Not only that, but he has no regard for human life.

Either way, you’d lived decades more than him. You could face him, you would present yourself to him just as he expected you to. Even when everything in you rejected the idea, sobbed at the thought of returning to that house, those chains. Being locked up and confined only for the purpose of coddling a small boy, a selfish boy, a cruel boy. 

Deep breath in, deep breath out.

You’d figure out a way, and this time you wouldn’t rule out the option of his death.

———————

Oh darling Y/n, how have you been?

I hope this letter reaches you rather soon, we both have much to discuss, no? About me, about you, and much more. You see, I’ve taken up quite a distaste to your little friends. Stone statues in Inazuma as small as Kitsunes truly hold no purpose, what will they do, come back to life? Haha, I should think not. I’ve already arranged to have them demolished, who knows what kind of material they might possess. Ah, and of course I’d show you the finishing product, unless you’re willing to come and have a chat with me once more? Under the Sakura tree like we used to, you’ve waited years, I believe you can wait for me?

I hope this letter reaches you in best interests. I’m always looking out for you after all.

Sincerely, your Balladeer

——————

It was raining.

Beautiful weather as you lay sitting there, feet crossed and tucked in the same you’d often do. After all, there was no need to fear the vision hunt decree or the Raiden Shogun. Let them come, let them take care of you before Scaramouche did.

You werent cold, not when the cold drops dampened your clothing, slipping down the length of your spine and drenching your face. Despite having lived in a luxury residency for such a long time, this was where you were most comfortable, enduring whatever the weather had for you, taking it with a smile. Because you were waiting…

The Kitsune Saiguu was a distant memory.

You were waiting for Scaramouche, the young boy that often bound into the field in lengthy strides, childlike wonder in his eyes. The one who’d cried when the other kids pushed him away, the one that just wanted to be praised. You’d held him in your arms, and now, even knowing the results, you wouldnt have done differently.

He was just a boy.

Just a boy when he joined the fatui, looking for praise that he was given. He created chaos and bellowed orders with a cruelty that was highly looked upon. Told that he was doing well, so he continued to do so.

He’s just a boy.

You wished you’d held him in your arms, if not only for a tad longer. Shield him away from the wrongness of the world, if only for one last time.

Banishing away your hatred for him was hard.

But you found it under the tree, rain soon dimming down to a clouded cold breeze that swept through the meadow. You’d hated him while stuck in the mansion, but you could now see it from a larger point of view. What he did was wrong of course, but you could remember him so vividly now. His small form giggling, tiny arms around your neck. 

“Play with me!”

Was it your fault?

For not holding him tighter? For trying to rectify his bad doings and teach him what was wrong and right? Maybe if your grip was firmer, if you’d spoken to him about the warmth he’d given you that day when playing cards...

“Lazy ass.”

Burying down that pile of worry and insecurities, you took a deep breath in to relax. The edge of your lip perked up, only slightly. “Still terrible with your social skills arent you?”

Slowly securing a dry space under the three with you, Scaramouche sat down. His features were the same ones you’d grown accustomed to at his mansion. Rich clothes, sharp eyes, and the baby face that refused to go away. His movements were soft as he pulled out a deck of cards. The two of you didnt speak as he distributed them between you both. It was tense… no, it felt too much like the warmth form long ago to be tense. You only wished the situation to be different.

“I love you.”

But you could only offer a bitter smile to his words. “I love my vision,” you replied. “I love the Kitsune Saiguu, and I love my friends.”

His touch was gentle when his fingers came to gently cradle your cheek. Holding your face dearly as he peered into your eyes, his were soft. Different from the cruelty he held within, the hatred that burned and destruction that seeked to explode.

You saw a little boy.

Your hand came to press his hand further against your cheek, till you slid his palm to your lips. He appeared so calm when you pressed the first kiss, lips tracing the lines along his palm with all the care in the world.

But you needed to change your view, see him as the man he now was. As the man he had become.

“I love you,” he repeated, and you let go of his hand. It fell limp by his side, cards all but forgotten. There was a much more pressing matter at hand, because you truly needed to see him as he was.

It was necessary if you planned to kill him.

[msfbgraves]

I still can't bear how Cobra Kai writers make Daniel treat his own son

(This gif below is what Daniel actually would do, of course. And they cut it.)

I have a tic that makes it difficult to enjoy franchises. I may be very aware why some writing choices are made that are in no way internally consistent, but I have this internal need to make it make sense, damn it. (And I'm not even in them, imagine how some of the actors must feel.)

And I know Cobra Kai is writing fanon versions of characters. They're very happy to ignore the franchise they're playing off of to suit their own narrative. I know that, I can see it, their bias is so clear it could be flashing on the screen in neon letters and yet.

Why did they make Daniel, a boy who had hangups about fatherhood, sure, but has been canonically shown to be diligent, compassionate, and extremely loving if he could be bratty to those who'd wronged him

A boy who was raised on the mantra "no such thing as a bad student, only a bad teacher"

into a man who shows these traits to every child he interacts with

But not his own son?

At first sight, he raised a brat. Anthony is disengaged, blunt, dismissive of his father and prone to lying and cheating rather than showing any real effort.

Does Daniel try to correct any of these behaviours? No.

Does he spend any time with the kid one on one?

No.

He spends hours training Robby and Samantha, but Anthony? Nope.

Twice, on the show, the blatant favouritism Anthony perceives when it comes to how he feels less loved than Samantha is called out to Daniel's face. Does Daniel do anything at all to correct this? No!

It struck me how Anthony adores his grandmother and spends a whole dinner curled up in a side hug by her side. I really loved both my grandmothers too but could it be that the kid feels a tad neglected? Hm.

Then, Anthony acts out twice again. First, in the dojo, I'm not saying it isn't hugely annoying to pay someone to do his work with his father's credit card, but here Anthony is, trying to spend some time with his father doing something he has no interest in, just to please him, and Daniel immediately leaves him alone to clean bird shit off cars. Yes I know it is a callback. No, Daniel did not have a history of persistent neglect with Mr. Miyagi at that point.

So Anthony gives up again. What's the point? And if this does come with negative attention, well, that is better than none at all.

And then there is the bullying.

Daniel, and I get this, looks about ready to eviscerate him.

Anthony is suspended and has his screens taken away, though what that's supposed to do to address the root of the issue, God knows. And Daniel does come in to - talk at him. In true Daniel fashion, he takes some of the blame, but does anyone ask Anthony what drove him to do this? No. Daniel here might think there is no point because there is no excuse for bullying, but after his lecture, does he ask anything else? No. He was about to leave and congratulate himself on a good talk and then...

Before I say anything else, no, no, I don't think Daniel would ever strike his kids. Ever. Not. Ever. He'll murder anyone who touches them.

But.

Violently breaking things is a major relationship red flag. Anyone who breaks your things, at this point, is telling you they could break you if they chose to, so watch out.

Would Daniel stop himself before he got that far? Sure. Even this weirdly written one. The OOC one that had one of these other strange outbursts at Robby that Ralph disagreed with.

But does Anthony know that? No.

You know what he does know? That his Dad has a black belt in karate, on top of being naturally stronger than him.

And he's terrified into submission. Which he should have been before, many viewers say, because he was a brat acting out to get some attention. Yes he had to escalate that because nothing worked. No, he shouldn't have involved Kenny. But guys. Daniel's reaction only tells him that neglect can turn into physical harm.

In Anthony's next show of deference, he asks to again spend some time with Daniel at the dealership if need be.

Do we see that...?

In season 5, he comes to no one with his severe bullying problems. The only one who seems to be connecting some dots is Sam. He tells her 'I need comfort food', and later she finally presses him to tell her what is wrong.

Wow that only took five seasons!

And the Doylist reason for all of this is that they wanted Daniel to be a bit of an asshole and they only know to write shitty fathers but, God.

The Watsonian reasons for this are...

Daniel, in his own franchise, is not like this. He is a very considerate son, he is devoted to Mr. Miyagi, he was there for his own father, and when they leave Ralph alone to play Daniel, he is patient and inventive in connecting with children, both his and others... except with Anthony.

What makes Anthony different?

Again I feel that, just as Ralph would have seen Daniel marry Kumiko, he would give his son all the time he never got to have with his own father. Just as he gave him everything he didn't have money wise.

But this, what we get, I can only justify...

If Daniel is envious of his son.

His son looks remarkably like him. But he has everything Daniel never got to have. Two parents. No money troubles, all his (LaRusso) family close by, safety, no responsibility, an unstrained relationship with Lucille. He doesn't need to work hard or fight to not be thrown off his bike. Maybe school is even easier for him than it was for Daniel. And Anthony is perceptive, o boy. He's seen the Cobra Kai in his father.

And he likes it.

So here Daniel has this mini me, who has everything that Daniel would have loved to have himself, thank you very much, who doesn't appreciate it, or him (doesn't he?) and he sees the things that scare Daniel most about himself... sees all his worst traits, things he fought not to indulge in, projected, reflected at himself... A son he didn't plan to have but forces himself to raise, because he is too Catholic to consider abortion...

And he shuts him out. Buys him off. Stops looking.

Wow.

That is a level of misdirected anger and self-hatred that would shock Miyagi. Should shock Lucille. Actually does shock his child psychologist cousin Vanessa.

And I am really, really sorry for the writers' collective Daddy issues, but there was no reason to do this. None. Maybe they cannot imagine anything else but... they could simply not have written Anthony into existence. The character assassination of giving us the emotionally worst possible Daniel who lacks any and all will to deal with his pain... most parents would be happy to give their child what they didn't have. Not envious. It's possible but painful, OK?

Does Sam not have enough going on without having to be a surrogate parent for her brother? Isn't it awful that it is Tory who takes one look at Anthony and says "Go. Protect your brother!" where his own parents will not?

Why did they do that? It really hurts to watch. Turn teenage Daniel, with his heart the size of Sydney Harbour, into this terrible Dad? Teenage Daniel would kick this Daniel in the shins and rightly so.

[goddess-of-green]

I saw your akatsuki kisses post! I loved it and now i wonder if you could do one about cuddles? Or maybe just hugs pls 🥺

Warnings: GN!Reader, language, mentions of blood

◙ Tobi

‣ Cuddles with Tobi can go two ways

‣ You have sweet boi just wanting to be held by you, and hyperactive manchild spinning you around and squeezing you so tight you can't breathe

‣ But we love both ok, stan whatever the fuck Tobi is

‣ Tobi likes to lay his head in your lap and wrap his arms around your waist, snuggling into your tummy while you run your fingers through his hair and he tells you about his latest shenanigans with Deidara

‣ He likes to be the little spoon, please don't make fun of him

‣ Obito likes it when you sit in his lap and snuggle into his chest, it gives him palpitations

◙ Pain

‣ Pain lowkey loves to cuddle with you

‣ Be careful though

‣ If someone happens to walk in on you two he has no qualms with shoving you out of his lap and acting like the big bad boy he thinks he is

‣ Please wrap your arms around him after a long day and just kiss his piercings and let him know how much you lust for love him <3

‣ He prefers to be the big spoon fragile masculinity he weighs like 50 pounds guys but if he had a long day or he's just being needy he'll have you wrap your arms around him and run your fingers through his hair

‣ Konan caught you two cuddling once and never let him live it down (she approves)

◙ Itachi

‣ Cuddling with Itachi is very peaceful

‣ And sometimes sad for no reason??

‣ Everytime Itachi sees you he acts like it will be his last time

‣ If he trusts you, he'll tell you about his baby brother, Sasuke, while you lay in his arms and squeeze his midsection when he starts to get sad

‣ He savors your touch and runs his fingers through your hair, while you hum or tell him stories about your life before you joined the Akatsuki

‣ You try to keep the sad parts out of your stories, and Itachi does the same, you can both agree that cuddling should always be happy

◙ Kisame

‣ He could literally just wrap his entire body around you and suffocate you if he wanted

‣ Big boy, big pillow, big cuddles, big comfort

‣ big

‣ You like to just,, lay on him when he comes back from a mission and he'll wrap his arms around you and squeeze you tight enough for you to know that he fucking loves you

‣ He'll occasionally let you be the big spoon if you can manage to wrap your arms around his monster torso

‣ You love the feeling of him enveloping you in his arms while you two just, lay together, close enough for you to smell the sea salt on him <3

◙ Kakuzu

‣ Honestly, is cuddling even an option with this man??

‣ Depends on how whipped he is

‣ But if you look up at him just right and give him those eyes then...well, how could he say no?

‣ Acts like he hates it but holding his love safely in his arms makes him feel warm inside, all five of his hearts flutter

‣ Will let you go if he so much as senses someone else nearby

‣ If you happen to fall asleep on him he would never push you off

◙ Sasori

‣ Prolonged hugging? Why? Why would he willingly give up the mobility of his hands just to touch you?

‣ But then he tries it, because damn it his love always gets what she wants

‣ And oh, you are very warm and ew he loves the way you feel against him

‣ Snuggling into his neck was the last straw

‣ "Ah, love. You always find ways to rope me into your odd displays of affection. Sometimes I wonder if you are more clever than I am."

‣ He'll have you sit in his lap, keeping him warm while he adjusts his creepy corpse puppet weapons

◙ Deidara

‣ As long as he minds his hands, you guys are pretty much always cuddling

‣ Or at least wrapped up in each other in some way

‣ You were laying in between Deidara's legs, his arms around you and Tobi asked if he could join the cuddle train

‣ He likes it when you run your fingers through his hair, (it makes him blush when you compliment it)

‣ Sometimes he'll just..take you out on his clay bird and you'll lay in his arms while you guys watch the sunset

‣ You tried to be the big spoon once but you practically ate Deidara's hair, you are forever little spoon hahahaha

◙ Hidan

‣ Will just wrap his arms around you if the desire strikes him

‣ He likes to come up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist, putting his chin on your shoulder and licking kissing your cheek with a smirk

‣ It hurts his manly ego to be the little spoon but real men like the feel of their women's arms around them he tells himself

‣ Can't help but genuinely smile when he sees you cuddled up to him, half-asleep and completely peaceful

‣ Tries very hard to not melt when you run your fingers through his hair

‣ Will sometimes just come up behind and hug you, waiting for you to realize that he's covered in blood and now you are too :)

◙ Konan

‣ oh my god she will suffocate you with her adorableness alone

‣ She has a huge rack so you can feel her up against you when she's the big spoon oops

‣ She gets really shy and will blush if you even suggest cuddling in front of others

‣ please just hug her, snuggle up to her and wrap your arms around her, make her blush

‣ Lay on her thighs, they are nice squish

‣ She smells like tea and rain and ohmygod don't tell her she will blush so h a r d

◙ Zetsu

‣ Cuddling might be a little difficult at first with Zetsu, he has a venus flytrap and two different personalities??

‣ Black Zetsu completely dismisses the idea at first, he is too good for gross human affection

‣ But White Zetsu really wants to try it and you're pouting and god dammit it's like the world wants to watch him burn

‣ "Ugh, come here, brat. Before I change my mind." "Yay!"

‣ He will never admit it but he finds he likes how warm and nice you feel in his arms

‣ White Zetsu blushes a lot and Black Zetsu insults him even though he's blushing too and you just can't see it

[fuckyeah-dragrace]

Wedding Bells

I’m a sappy bitch who loves love and god damn weddings just are so much fun so here’s a wedding fic

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Jan was pacing now. Back and forth and back and forth in her dressing room. Her sisters had left her for a moment, still feeling the phantom squeezes of comfort as she wore down her expensive heels into the carpet. She’d dreamed of this day for years and now today was finally the day and she couldn’t undo the Gordian knot in her stomach. What if something went wrong? What if everything crumbled right before her very eyes? What if-

“Jan?”

Her head shot up and turned to the voice she could recognize anywhere. She looked and saw Jackie, dressed beautifully in her pantsuit that hugged her just right and made her look like a goddess but that’s how Jan saw her everyday.

“Jackie? What are you doing here? Did something happen?” She came up to her, taking her hands and squeezing. Her partner's eyes remained trained on her as they ran up and down her body, her mouth slightly agape.

“Jacks? Baby, please say something.”

“You look beautiful.”

It wasn’t the first time Jan had heard those words but it was the first time she’d seen Jackie so in awe of her, as if she were a treasure far greater than anything a king could imagine. Her mind paused and looked at her, letting it sink in that she was really getting married. She smiled softly at her and squeezed her hand.

“I promised I wouldn’t cry today but damn.” The brunette chuckled, wiping her eyes carefully so as to not smudge her makeup. “You look just like a dream, Jannie.”

“Oh Jackie.” She smiled at her, hands coming up to cradle her supple cheeks, her thumbs swiping over periodically as she caught and brushed away Jackie’s tears. “So do you. You look more beautiful than ever, if that’s even possible.”

“I can’t believe I get to be your wife.”

“Me neither. I never thought I’d find a person who makes me so happy.” She pecked the brunette's soft lips and pulled away and giggled, those same lips pressed into a pout as she tried to lean in for another kiss.

“Don’t give me that look. We have the rest of our lives for kisses.”

“Fine, fine. Guess I have to listen to my darling wife.” She grinned, kissing her forehead gently and running her hands up and down her sides, connecting their foreheads as they breathed together.

“We’re getting married.” Jackie whispered excitedly. Jan couldn’t help but giggle.

“We are. I’m so lucky to have you, Jackie.”

“I’m the luckier one. I get to have my soulmate forever and ever.”

They stayed like that for a moment before another knock came in her door.

“Time's up, love birds.” Rosé’s voice echoed through the door. “Nicky’s starting to notice Jackie’s missing. She’s about to send a search party and I really don’t want to deal with an angry French woman.”

The couple sighed, breaking apart and looking at each other. They knew they’d see each other in mere moments but it felt like an eternity with their emotions fully exposed. Their foreheads found each other again, taking a moment and breathing together. Jackie’s hands running up and down Jans sides, Jans fingers threading through the stray hairs at the back of her lover's neck.

“I’ll see you soon.” Jackie pulled away and kissed her nose. “And I promise not to cry anymore.”

Jan chuckled and nodded. “Okay. I love you.”

“I love you more.” Her bronzed hand twisted the door knob as she walked out. Jan had turned her back when Jackie poked her hand back in. “No take backs.” The door closed and Jan laughed lightly.

The silence settled again in the room as Jan kept that sweet, dreamy smile on her lips. In a few moments she’d be someone’s wife, someone’s person, someone’s forever. She’d get to live the life she always wanted with her soulmate by her side.

[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

Good Girl, Bad Boy (Pt. 07 of 15)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 1.6 K

Summary: You're the extreme opposite of Billy Hargrove. The good girl, with perfect grades, the child every mother wants to have. And you don't want to have nothing to do with his kind. Ignoring Billy – and his constant, lingering stare – became an habit. But after you're put together for a special school program, you'll have no choice but to get along with him. And soon enough you'll find out that Billy is so much more than just Hawkins' bad boy.

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Don't Go

Billy did threw the keychain away when he got home. It was on the trash can he has in his bedroom, beside the desk. It remained there, among a few school papers for half an hour before he took it again.

It went right back to it's previous place at the nightstand.

Billy is deliberately skipping class. It's the fourth day now, and he doesn't feel like he'll be returning tomorrow.

He leaves everyday at the same time he would for school, and returns after. But he drives to lonely places where he thinks he can run away from his own mind. But it is everywhere he goes.

She is everywhere he goes.

Billy Hargrove did considered going back to his old ways. He even managed to make his way to the phone, ready to call Stacy again. But when he picked up the phone, he caught himself halfway through her number. The number that belongs to the girl he can't stop thinking about. To the girl he can't ruin. Whose life he can't destroy.

She's too good for him, and he knows that. An angel, as stupid as it may sound coming from a asshole like him. Because that's what Billy thinks he is. He'd live a thousand lifetimes and never deserve (Y/N). Her smile, her laughter, her blushing cheeks. Her amazing, sweet scent, that shine in her eyes when she looks at him.

What does that even mean?

Billy is looking at Hawkins, parked on this cliff. (Y/N) would like it, and he wonders if she ever came here. Probably not, since the only people who know this place are those who come here for a hook up. There are a lot of places Billy would like to show her, some of them would take an hour drive through the woods, but it's worth it. He found them soon after getting into town, because he couldn't handle to stay still, so he drove. Pretty much as he's doing now, constantly running away from something that's inside of him.

Sighing, he pushes the car door close. At this time, he should be leaving school, going to her place as always. Today they'd go over the Biology class, if he's not mistaken. (Y/N) loves it, mostly when it's about animals. She loves birds. She didn't had to tell him that, he got it from the way she smiled as the teacher spoke.

These little things, the small details, as silly as they may be, are making him fall harder.

But he can't.

Well, he can.

But not her. Billy knows who he was. Or who he still is. So he knows what people will say about her. They'll call (Y/N) mean names, say she's just another of his sluts. And that's something he can't do, not to her.

But despite knowing this is the right thing to do, it hurts. It hurts that he has to step away from her, for good this time. Billy doesn't know how he'll live from now on without their daily meetings. Without her soft voice, her sweet scent inebriating him every damn time.

He has it bad.

It's only worse because he remembers it clearly, that day at that stupid parlor, how she said they could try. They could wait and see what happens.

That was a chance. A small one, that probably would lead to nothing, but still, a chance. Something he never thought he'd get. Not with (Y/N). But now, he won't even try anymore.

This might be love, he thinks. Putting someone else's well being before his own.

It's a hard thing to acknowledge, but when it's real, there's no way to run from it.

Sighing, Billy starts the car, putting the daisy keychain on the passenger seat. For a moment he sees her image, looking at him and smiling. On the next second, it's gone.

With a weight on his chest, he maneuvers the car, heading back to the hell on Earth he calls home.

“I don't know, Nan. He just... He disappeared. Like smoke in the air and I don't know why.” Sitting shotgun in Nancy's car, you let your heart out. Billy didn't show up at school last week, and not today either. It's been five days already, and he doesn't even answer your calls.

“You know Billy Hargrove, (Y/N). I'm not impressed with this sudden change and neither should you.”

“No, Nan...” Running a hand through your hair, you sigh. “Trust me, Billy... He's not like that. Not with me at least and I know what you'll say. That he lies to get girls but... I've seen how he treats them and so have you. He... He never yelled at me, or called me bad names, he...” You're defending him. The idiot fled with no explanation and still, you're defending him.

“(Y/N), I trust your judgment.” She stops by your place, turning her body towards you. “If what you're saying it true, go after him.”

“I–”

“Look, I get that you don't want to talk about it because you're scared of having feelings for the bad boy, and I'll wait until you're ready, but honestly, I think you know what you feel.”

Looking down at your hands, you blush. “I really like to be around him, Nancy.” Your voice is low and weak, as you admit it to her and to yourself at the same time. “And I miss him.”

“Don't call him, then. Go after him.” She touches your shoulder, smiling. “...Just don't let Steve know Billy is making you sad because you know he'll freak out.”

“God, no!” Giggling, you reach for your bag on the backseat. Steve looks out for you, even now, and it's good to know he has your back. But you definitely don't need the two guys having a fight over some misunderstanding. “Tell him I'm fine. Because I am. I'll... I'll fix things. And if Billy does want to stay away from me for whatever reason... I'll be alright.”

“Good luck and call me if you need anything.”

“I will. Thank you, Nan.” Giving her a hug, you step out of the car, heading inside. “Mom! I'm home!”

“Hi, darling!” She shouts from upstairs. Taking the chance, you run to the phone, quickly dialing Billy's number. It's not the first time you call, and whenever he picks up, you say ‘hello’ and the call is cut. It breaks your heart every time.

“Who's this?” A female voice answers, slightly pissed.

Relieved, you breathe out. “Hi, Max. It's (Y/N).”

“AKA the reason why the shitface has been locked in his bedroom like a jerk.” She speaks fast, and you furrow your eyebrows and giggle. “I think Billy is in love with you or something.”

“What?” Max says as if it's no big deal, as if she didn't made your heart start beating insanely fast, neck and cheeks heating up. “I-I don't think–”

“Billy never gets upset over a girl so...” Her voice fades, and you hear something in the back, wondering if it's Billy. “He has your keychain, by the way. A daisy flower.”

“Keychain?” You don't remember any keychains, so you just sigh, pacing around. “Max, can you do me a favor? I'm going there so don't let Billy go anywhere. And when I ring the door bell, let him answer it, please.”

“Alright. But don't take too long. Neil will be back around eight.”

“I'm going now. Thanks.” And you hang up, heading to the front door. “Mom, I'm going to get Billy!”

“Alright!” Good thing she doens't ask much questions, God bless her for that.

You try not to drive too fast, and you try to tell yourself this is no big deal. But you don't know what will happen. Preparing yourself for a heartbreak sounds good, so you decide to expect the worse.

So when you're parking on the sidewalk in front of Bill'y house, you know what you'll do. You'll put a finger on his face and ask what the hell he's thinking skipping class like that.

When you reach the front door, you realize you've never been here. Well, Billy did dropped his sister a few times before driving back to your place. And then, you're whole act drops. “Damn it.” Pressing the door bell, you wonder if you'd have enough time to just run back to the car and leave. There's a discussion inside the house, with Billy telling Max to get the door, and she refusing. You would have time to run, but you decide to be brave. So you stand your ground, pressing the bell again.

“Damn you, Maxine.” Billy groans, and on the next second the door is violently pulled open.

You freeze, watching as Billy's face drops. “Hi.” You mutter, looking down at your hands, blushing. You shouldn't be here. This is stupid. Whatever Billy said at Scoops Ahoy, it's over. But still, you want to try. To break through him, even if it means you'll be pushed further away. “C-can we talk?”

There's silence, several seconds of silence. And you curse yourself. Billy would never like you. He's the bad boy Nancy warns you about, that girls like you should avoid. Biting your lip, you feel your throat burning, tears wanting to make their way to your eyes.

“Nevermind, I shouldn't have come.” Pushing the words out, you turn on your heels to leave. But Billy grabs your arm, forcing you to stop. “Let go.” You beg, looking back at him. Your heart is breaking and you don't even know why. You just need to be away from Billy right now, and from all these feelings boiling inside you.

“No, please, just... Don't go.” His grip gets loose, and his hand slides from your forearm to your hand, and he holds it, pulling you inside. “Come in.”

Taking a deep breath, you weakly nod, letting him pull you into the house.

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