#that’s some playground bully type shit

[takeaguessbuddy]

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[riaki]

i literally cant stop thinkin’ about highschoolbully!gojo who used to be your ride or die ‘til he started getting attention from those popular jock type guys who are always assholes to everyone. and him being.. well, him means he preens under attention no matter who it’s from, so naturally he started to gravitate towards that group and their little troop of cheerleading fangirls. and then he started distancing from you and without either of you really realizing it, you’ve slipped between the other’s fingers. but the way he acts towards you makes you think he let you fall without moving a muscle to slow you down.

soon enough, a year swings by and by the end of it he’s gone from your life, save as just another face in the gaggle of boys who make crude jokes and laugh at smart kids and pop milk cartoons during lunch just for the hell of it. but you’re minding your own business, ‘cause you’re mature enough to realize that people come and go, no matter how close you might’ve been and you think it’s unfortunate that so many memories could be thrown aside in a blink of an eye, but it makes a lot of sense when you walk past satoru and his friends bullying some random kid. you don’t know him, but you’ve heard enough to realize it’s his girlfriend satoru’s flirting with while his ‘gang’ kick at the kid. and it’s sickening, but you don’t say anything when you walk by.

and when you don’t ever see the kid afterward and catch the dark eyebags under his girlfriend’s eyes, you come to the cruel realization that satoru isn’t the boy who’d bandage the scrape on your knee you got from tripping in the playground or buy you a soda because he’s noticed your sweat when you were walking home and you don’t have any money left on you.

it’s a glass half empty, half full type of situation. on the one hand, you don’t have him anymore. on the other hand, you don’t have him anymore. that is, you lost your best friend, but you’ve also lost someone who has the potential to absolutely ruin your life. and you don’t know whether to be glad or not, so you just mind your own business even if it hurts a little when he ignores you, stops tossing paper at your head in class (unless it’s to embarrass you) and stops walking you to and from school.

but the cherry on top of the shit cake is that he doesn't get it. so when he approaches you in the library one day after satiating the need to tear pages from books and make them into paper airplanes to throw at people, he doesn't seem to understand why you try to ignore him, or put off his attempts to hold a convo. but the worst part is that he's just sleazy and clueless about it. it's like he took an eraser and wiped every single year of your friendship off the chalkboard with one fell swipe, and you wish he'd done that too to the less-than-appropriate messages he and his friends had written towards one of your classmates.

he doesn't understand why you're hesitant to talk, and that's what makes it the worst. he always thinks he's in the right, and he keeps setting you off and it sucks that he knows exactly what sets you off. "i'm an asshole? what're you talking about? really, you're in over your head. you never change." he laughs, and you ignore him, and he gets bored, and he's about to leave when he spots your wallet open next to your book, on the table. there's a polaroid peeking out, and he recognizes the tufts of white hair to be him. but there's a weird feeling in his chest, and he thinks he gets it from you, so he leaves because he thinks you're weird.

and it goes on; you practically become a nobody in satoru's eyes, because of that weird, weird feeling you give him. it's unfamiliar and he's never gotten it before and he doesn't like it. but it's unavoidable when your professor pairs you two for the end-of-term project. and of course, you're ready to do all the work, because that's how it always was between you when you were kids. but sometimes he'd surprise you by helping, and he'd show you that he was actually intelligent just to earn your praise because he liked it. but he ignored you, and you did everything, and it would've been okay if not for his friends egging him on to present your entire project when the day came and leave you with no content for a grade.

that's the first time it hits him: does he really want to do that? but it's not like it'll be the first time; you've always taken the hits for him, because you're naturally smart and you'll pick yourself back up in no time, and you get why he does it, so it'll be okay. so he agrees, and he enjoys the time he gets to spend with you through it, but the nagging weird feeling that blooms in his chest like a pesky weed only grows stronger. that's all his feelings ever seem to do around you.

but before you know it, presentation day swings around. you had coffee this morning (on his card), and you're ready enough to shoot him a small smile that sends his heart a-flutter. so you go up, feeling up to the task and ready until— he starts talking, and talking, and talking, and people don't think that he's taking your words out of your mouth because he's intelligent when he wants to make you praise him and you don't get the chance to get a word in and you notice the guys are laughing and hitting each other's shoulders to themselves in the upper rows and before you know it it's over. people are clapping but moreso they're looking at you and they're whispering— but it's terribly loud and they don't bother to hide it. they call you things that shouldn't bother you but they do anyway, because it's satoru's fault, and you're such a fool for thinking you could have it your way again.

so you leave class early, excusing yourself and ignoring the way your professor gives you a distasteful look and scribbles something next to your name. you're out the door in a second, neglecting your bags and satoru's a little lost because— didn't he just do good? people were clapping, and laughing with him and not at him, but it's attention either way so he doesn't mind. so why do you? why did you look at him like he stabbed you in the back? and his friends are calling his name, and he wishes he could chase after you and do something but he doesn't.

and it's a little sickening what they do next; one of their girls grabbed your bags and tossed it to them, and they've started rifling through it as if they own it, tearing up your shit and dumping everything onto the ground and he's kind of just... glued to the chair by his feelings. his heart feels like it's been patched together and the weird fuzzy feeling he had in his chest that's been cultivating has extinguished to be replaced with something he realizes he's only ever felt when it comes to you— guilt.

he's so lost in his thoughts that he doesn't realize his friend is silently offering him something— nudging his side to get his attention. he takes it without really realizing he moved his hand, and his silent friend with the gauges in his ears and the dark hair gets up and leaves without another word. when satoru looks down, he realizes he's been given your wallet. "the reward for betraying your baby," they call it. like all you're worth is the money in your account.

he's a little curious. that's how he's always been; asking you questions, rummaging through your stuff, laughing sheepishly and shaking it off when you caught him red-handed. so he opens it up, ignoring your sad little cards and the funny look on your license. he's looking for something, subconsciously; but he doesn't find it. there's no white tuft of hair to suggest his presence in your life; just empty black leather. nothing else.

and he doesn't see you after. or the following day. or the following weeks; weeks that turn into months that turn into the end of school and he's graduating but you're not by his side. and neither are his so called 'friends'; the only thing he has to their name is your own ruined friendship. it's a shame; he feels alone. very alone. no fuzzy weird feeling, not even that thing people call guilt. no attention to chase, and connections are ever harder to make. it shouldn'tve mattered that much, right? it was just a presentation. why wouldn't you just come back to him like you always did? were you not still friends...?

but the blood is still on his hands, and he doesn't manage to ever wash it off. guilt has a way of festering; of weighing on the heart 'till there's nothing left to feel or think but unfortunate circumstance and what could've been done differently. it just sucks that he never tried hard enough to keep you from slipping between his grasp. and now, he doesn't even have a polaroid to your friendship's name.

pt.2

[badasmuse]

“Drunk and Possessive”

Bada Lee x Reader

Warnings: 18+(MDNI), language, drunk!bada, possessive!bada, lowercase intended, violence, suggestive if you squint, name calling (from outsiders), no relationship (yet)

Summary: bada takes you to a party and man she’s never been more angry.

A request so no song

bada has had a crush on you for so long. she’s your best friend and has been since you met on the playground after some little asshole was bullying you so she kicked sand in her face. even tho there’s six years between you two, you don’t let it bother you. you’re still besties for the resties.

but despite being able to read her like a book, you’re completely oblivious to her so disgustingly obvious crush. she’d do anything for you. literally anything. she proved that when one time you were walking in the park and thought it would be funny to go, “i bet you won’t grab that squirrel.” big mistake on your end cause the mf went and grabbed the squirrel and it bit her.

“you’re a fucking idiot why would you grab the squirrel?” you said driving her to the hospital.

“you told me to.” she said pouting, holding her bleeding hand close to her chest.

you’ve also had a crush on bada for awhile but you hide it from everyone. you didn’t think you were her type. you weren’t a dancer, you don’t have any real talent, you’re an art major but you don’t even think you can draw that well. (even tho you’re absolutely amazing to anyone else. especially bada.)

speaking of bada and art, you just left ceramics class, your last class of the day, and guess who’s outside with your favorite biggby drink and a soft pretzel.

“hey.” bada says softly as you approach her.

“you don’t understand how bad i needed this.” you say throwing your bag in the backseat and hugging bada tight, planting a light kiss on her cheek before taking the coffee and pretzel.

bada blushes and opens the door for you, grabbing your arm to help you in. “i don’t understand how you wear those heels.” she mumbles before closing the door and getting in the driver’s seat.

“i wear them to match your height. you’re too tall.”

she chuckles and starts driving. “you wanna come to a party with me tonight?”

“what i tell you about this last minute shit bada?” you say rolling your eyes.

“i know i know a week in advance. but like.. you’re not doing anything. might as well come.” she says pinching your cheek.

“i guess so.” you groan. “fine i’ll go. what time? what should i wear?”

“whatever you want.” bada pulls into the lot of your shared apartment and obviously goes around to open the door for you grabbing your hand to help you out.

“bada you’re such a gentleman.” you giggle going to grab your bag but she beats you to it.

“come on, angel.” she says walking behind you with a hand on your back. like she always does.

a few hours later, you’re out the shower and standing in front of the mirror wondering what to wear. you have two options and you don’t want to ask bada cause man- that woman is no help. none at all.

you settle on the short black dress and pair it with ankle boots, obviously heeled. you do a quick smokey eye look to match the dress and finally put it on pouting as you reach for the zipper but it’s just out of reach, barely touching your fingertips.

“bada~” you call out, the pout evident in your voice.

“yes?” she walks in fully dressed looking like a tall glass of water and all of a sudden, you’re thirsty.

but you’d never say that.

“can you zip this for me?” you give her doe eyes knowing she wouldn’t say no in the first place but they add character.

she walks behind you and gently pulls the zipper up and man the electricity that went through you when her long fingers brushed against your back.

“you look good.” bada comments looking at you through the mirror.

“thanks i’m hoping to find someone tonight. hopefully a relationship but a hookup is just as good.”

bada’s jaw clenches and she clears her throat, “let’s go.” she mumbles walking downstairs to get her shoes and keys.

you follow her grabbing your shoes and blushing when bada kneels to put them on for you and zip them up.

like girl how can you not see she in love with you???

———

once you arrive at the party, bada immediately goes to get a drink. you follow and pull her down so she can hear you, “don’t drink too much bada.” you whisper and she just nods.

you get yourself a drink and leave to find someone to dance with. you find yourself in the middle dancing with a group of people.

bada watches, standing next to lusher and tatter with a pout on her face.

“you know,” lusher starts, “if you just told her you love her she wouldn’t be all over them she’d be all over you.”

“if she feels the same way.” tatter added which she immediately regretted cause if looks could kill… yeah.

time passes and bada has had way too many. she can barely stand up straight and her speech is beyond slurred, she’s practically incoherent. not to mention her vision is incredibly blurry.

despite all that, she does see the guy that approaches you and starts dancing with you. you’re having a great time and bada is pissed.

she pushes herself off the wall and stumbles over to you and the guy. “hey.” she slurs separating you two.

“bada what are you doing?” you ask holding onto her as she slings her arm around you.

“she’s my girlfriend. back.. back off.” she says pushing the guy back.

“she’s been dancing with everyone in here.”

“mhm and i’m putting a stop to it. she’s mine. fuck off.”

“go ahead keep her. but in my opinion, if she’s gonna act like a whore i’d just pass her off.” he shrugs.

that sobered bada right up.

she runs a hand down her face, cocks her arm back, and swings. hitting the man full force in the face, knocking him to the ground.

“BADA!” you yell, barely able to hold her anymore. you quickly drag her outside and make her sit down on the curb. “what is your problem?” you ask, inspecting her hand.

“my problem? you. you’re my problem. you’re so fucking… oblivious. i’m in love with you and you’re constantly flirting with other people and sleeping with other people. you’re mine. i don’t want anyone else touching you the way i should be touching you!” bada grabs your hand and drags you towards her car.

“what are you doing?” you whispered.

“showing you that you’re mine.”

part 2 maybe?

[animentality]

not to be a boomer, but I do worry about the current generation of kids being raised with iPads.

first off. some of them literally can't hold a pencil because their parents never gave them physical toys to grip and play with, developing their fine motor skills.

you might ask why do we even need to learn how to write physically anymore- well, frankly, because if you're stranded on an island somewhere and you need to write HELP, you might not have the strength to hold a pencil, but you can at least hold a stick.

but on a more general note.

writing by hand helps you remember things better. it forces you to focus in a way that typing something word for word does not. a person can transcribe what a professor says without even thinking about it.

someone writing notes has to consider what to write and what to omit. it also activates more parts of your brain, forcing you to flex the parts of your brain related to learning and communicating, while also engaging the part of your brain dedicated to muscle control and precision.

but in general, I think the issue isn't even oh technology is bad and kids are getting dumber.

you can have PowerPoints AND take physical notes. that could help you learn even better than the olden days where you just had to remember everything that was thrown at you. or read very limited, out of date books.

the problem is that the generation that raised/is raising this generation of children just doesn't understand the true impact that all this technology will have on their kids. or they just don't care.

because our generation had the internet yes, but it wasn't widely accessible for most of us, sharing our computers with the entire family in the kitchen. it was also the internet in its infancy, where it wasn't quite so predatory, when it was lawless and disturbing, yes, but it wasn't weaponized by corporations trying to sell you things and steal your data, it wasn't flooded with bots and ai and all sorts of things that the human brain can't even distinguish as real or fake, especially when you're just a little kid.

that generation still played with physical toys. we celebrated when it snowed and we could stay home.

we also came from a gen that still, vaguely, cared about some form of community and had third spaces for kids to hang out.

90s children, who still had some memories of both playing outside on a playground and playing Mario Kart on the Nintendo 64 with their friends, who both went out to the mall and had a club penguin account.

we grew up with laptops and smart boards. maybe some of us had them in high school or college, but we still physically went to class and developed relationships. learned uncomfortable things about ourselves and others, the way humans do.

met new people and were exposed to new ideas, away from our parents. but not from some fucking influencer trying to sell us Sephora products.

we had to study for things, instead of just being able to Google shit for some bullshit online test.

which is also something that really concerns me. so many kids today can so easily Google answers for every test, and while tests don't ultimately matter in the real world, they still provide some basis for things that do matter.

like I'm just imagining medical students googling how to perform an appendectomy on the day of, and just using a YouTube tutorial to guide them through, and shuddering.

there are some things that the Internet can't teach you.

there always will be.

but I don't think my generation is really helping their kids find the balance that we were given naturally growing up.

the boomers and gen xers had fist fights and we had bullying someone online until they committed suicide.

and now kids use AI to spread fake nudes of girls.

but the laws haven't caught up with a lot of this stuff yet, and certainly won't while we have dinosaurs running our government. and culture takes even longer to change than laws.

I also worry because I know how badly covid affected kids worldwide. how they struggle to read and do math, because remote learning just isn't good for kids.

and I can't even blame them!! I literally teleworked for 4 years and even I can admit that I'm not nearly as good at focusing at home as I am in the office.

it's hard for kids with social anxiety and disabilities, yes I know, I know, trust me, I have social anxiety, and as a hybrid worker ATM, I highly doubt I'd be able to handle 5 days a week in the office.

but it's also not particularly good for kids to stay home ALL the time, entertaining themselves in their room and never being challenged, and never meeting people other than their parents.

the iPad is more of a symbol of that problem than the direct problem.

if your entire... world view is limited to what you can see on your iPad... I mean what a terrible world view you'll have.

you're a 10 year old using TikTok and all you ever see is the same opinion over and over until you can scarcely comprehend people who have an opposing opinion.

you see fake videos that seem so real. that must be real, and so comforting, aren't they, those videos that seem so real?

you let 30 year old influencers who are trying to grift people shape your world view.

and it's not even your fault.

your parents aren't doing anything to help you.

you're young and you're being barraged with entertainment and fake educational videos and how to guides that accidentally create mustard gas in your toilet.

your parents should be teaching you to find a balance between these things. they should be telling you what's real and caution you about the things you see.

they should limit your fucking time on the iPad actually. take you to a fucking park and let you roll in the mud or some shit.

and then when you're a teenager and a young adult, then you can start deciding for yourself what you believe.

but a lot of these weird millennial/gen z parents, man. just let your 1 year old scroll through vids on TikTok while you don't even talk to them or look at them once.

maybe it's because they don't see the harm in it, but I don't get it.

adults can watch TikTok all day and know, ahhh this is bad for me. I'm not doing anything I actually want to be doing.

adults can see other adults doing dumb shit and say ah you're sponsored. someone paid you money to say and do that. silly.

but kids are just kids.

they don't have discipline and frankly, that's not their responsibility. that is yours.

you should be teaching them that they can't have everything in life at their finger tips at all times, actually.

the iPad doesn't solve all of your problems, nor will it think critically for you.

so I worry about if humanity can really keep up with its own technology.

our species is still in its infancy, believe it or not.

so maybe these are just growing pains, and future generations will be able to look back on this era and know the proper balance.

but as someone living in 2024.

I wonder just how much pain is left before we really mature and either make it or break it.

[javaghoul]

Finding Out Their Kid is Being Bullied

Akira

Akira had her fair share of 'attempts' at being bullied throughout her life, so has a decent awareness of what is going on.

Note how I said 'attempts': Akiras' sense of self has always been good (you can't deny Mado didn't do a good parenting job here), making her nearly impossible to bully. It's no fun to pick on someone who simply does not care. So why is this an issue? Well, Akira doesn't quite get why her child is so upset by it. She doesn't grasp why her kid, who is evidently intellectually and emotionally superior to the pond-life giving them grief is so upset. Why can't they just ignore it?

When she realises it isn't petty bickering, she speaks to the teachers. She doesn't make an appointment, she'll put them on the spot, in front of the other parents. Will name the culprit -loudly- too.

If this doesn't resolve it, she'll have no problems in speaking directly to the parents, possibly reminding them what she does for a living and subtly implying she can make things very difficult for them if they don't control their kid.

Invests in building her child's self-esteem.

Furuta

Whoever decides his kid is a target, is a candidate for the Darwin award.

Bad, bad mistake to pick on his kid.

Hide

Likely knows all the parents on a friendly basis, so when his child breaks down and tells him they've been getting bullied, Hide is the type to have a chat with the kids' parent rather than go to the school.

Whilst he's mulling over what to say, he definitely signs his kid up for some kind of martial arts, maybe finds a movie based around bullying which has a happy ending...yes he's one of them.

He's definitely the type of parent that wants a peaceful, civil, resolution. He really doesn't want to involve the school if he doesn't have to, but depending on how the other parent responds, he will in order to sort things out.

Touka

Her kid doesn't come to her to talk about what's been going on at school; Touka starts noticing changes in behaviour, then interrogates it out of them.

Her kid is reluctant to admit it at first for no reason other than Touka being kinda... reactive.

Toukas' livid. She also gives the whole "You gotta hit them, and hit them HARD" speech, that doesn't tend to work. If your kid hasn't already knocked them out, you telling them to isn't going to make a difference.

Isn't afraid to demand a meeting with the teacher AND the other parent. She wants this stopped, and stopped now.

If conversation isn't working, Touka is not above threatening physical harm on the other parent. And acting on it.

"Everytime you hurt my kid, I'm gonna beat the shit out of your mom."

Unorthodox, but it works.

Naki

If they're anything like Naki, his kids don't notice people are being deliberately mean.

For once, I'm not even trying to make a haha Nakis' dumb joke like I usually do, I genuinely believe his progeny wont realise or even care.

Itori

Itori finds out what the bully looks like, and the next time she's collecting her kid from the playground 'accidentally' trips them. When she's helping them up, she whispers, "You're a nasty little shit aren't you? If you touch my kid again, I'm going to break every one of your fingers ☺️".

Judging by the grip on the kids arm, she isn't playing.

Yomo

Yomo, in general, takes Akiras 'ignore em' approach, whilst making sure his kid knows they're loved and that he wouldn't let anyone hurt them. However, there are some things that can't, and shouldn't be ignored.

If teenagers are responsible for the bullying, I think he'd approach them directly; he won't hesitate in intimidating them and acting in a less than savoury manner... He isn't going to waste words on filth-rags that are tormenting his child.

Should that fail to work, he will step outside his comfort zone and go to the parents and/or school. It's surprising how eloquent he can be when he is extremely pissed off.

[gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot]

Paulatim sed Firmiter (Slowly but Surely) - Friday night

Warnings: violence, use of slurs

Tags (because they asked!): @glitterypirateduck @letsreadallday

Mood: https://youtu.be/s6jbRRt0wug

Previous / Masterlist / Next

Friday night

In fact, Price had been right. There was a trap.

Gaz had had the epiphany the very same night that Riot texted about the issue on the Super Sergeants WhatsApp group. This was a bullying issue, and as such, it would be treated as any other type of bullying, wether it be on the school playground or on a military base.

With force and public scorn.

As an elder brother, Kyle Garrick had had his fair share of dealings with bullies, both defending himself and his younger siblings, and sometimes his friends. As the youngest sibling, Johnny MacTavish had faced the same predicament, blooding more than one nose in the proccess. And as a only child, Christine Vega had dealt with her own problems and taunts, and protecting the few friends she had.

In their experience, different as it was, the only definitive way of dealing with bullies was fighting back. Hard.

And that was why they had plotted and planned the whole of Monday evening, and had set it in motion during the rest of the week, waiting for it to culminate on that night.

It had been Gaz the one who had innocently mentioned to some of his own training privates how nice would it be to all go for a drink together to the village pub. He had made sure to say it out loud in the canteen, sitting at the table right next to some of the Army Air Corps Sergeants, among which where the three idiots that Soap, Riot and himself had beaten during the training class.

Gaz was aware of his reputation of being the Task Force 141’s respectful, balanced, calm Sergeant. A reputation that he had carefully cultivated like the most delicate and fragile flower. Much to Soap’s chagrin, he was never caught doing the same shit as he did, both because he had more finesse and because come on, who would believe Sergeant Garrick was capable of that?

And now, stading outside of the village pub with Soap, Riot and Gabi, Gaz felt pleased. The privates were having fun, either inside the pub or outside in the terrace like them, and the night was lovely. Everything according to plan.

‘‘They may not come’’ Gabi smiled, adorable as always with her freckles and her auburn curls. Johnny’s arm was around her shoulders and she was snuggled comfortably against his warm side, holding her drink.

‘‘That would be for the best, but it won’t happen’’ Riot shrugged, with her own drink in one hand and a lit cigarette in the other. ‘‘Too stupid’’

‘‘I agree with Christine’’ Gaz nodded, his own drink mostly finished by then. Soap simply nodded, too busy kissing Gabi’s hair and temple while she giggled, way too happy to have her in his arms again after a couple of weeks of her being absent with Laswell.

They had had to leave the inside of the pub shortly after arriving, because otherwise the privates would have treated them to endless rounds. The three of them had only had one beer, and then stuck to non alcoholic beverages just in case. If Price found out that they were drunk, or even just tipsy, while babysitting a bunch of young privates, their hides would be hung from the flag pole the next morning.

‘‘How’s Laswell been treating you, Gabi?’’ Gaz nudged the redhead’s side, earning a giggle when he unintendedly pushed her more into Soap’s side.

‘‘It’s been tiring, honestly, processing data night and day’’ She smiled, humming softly while feeling Johnny’s lips brushing her ear. ‘‘She’s obsessed with hunting down Shepherd. I could only come back here because she took a free week, or was forced to, I don’t know’’

‘‘Was everything alright at home or was it just normal leave?’’

Gabi looked at Christine when she asked, but she was seemingly more interested in observing the privates having fun.

 ‘‘I know she went home, wherever that is, but she was acting normal when she left’’

Riot nodded slowly, toying with the glass in her hand and remembering Price’s insistence to return Kate’s calls. Maybe she should. Maybe she should let go of her anger and call to see that her friend was alright and nothing had happened to force her to take a free week all of a sudden.

‘‘You’ve been friends for long?’’ Gabi’s hazel-green eyes were on her, and she was forced to return to reality, nodding.

‘‘Since I started working in HeadHunters. She directed my very first op as squad leader’’ Riot shrugged, tilting her glass towards a couple of privates that passed by while smiling at them and waving. ‘‘By the third mission we went out for drinks to celebrate… Rico was pissed’’

‘‘Why?’’

‘‘He didn’t want us grunts to have any kind of relation with Headquarters, Command, Watchers, or anyone of the sorts. Everything had to be through him, and him only. Orders, paperwork, intel, whatever.’’ She took a swig of her drink and then put the cigarette between her lips, her face sour with the memory of her previous Captain. ‘‘So of course everything was a shitshow, and we got things done by the skin of our teeth’’

‘‘You spent three months in the hospital because of his stupidity’’ Soap grumbled, his face still buried in Gabi’s hair, but his free hand gripped Riot’s, lacing their fingers and squeezing. She squeezed his hand back.

‘‘You should call her… or at least text her back’’ Gabi commented, completely unbothered by the fact that her boyfriend was holding hands with his best friends, and nudged her side with her index finger. ‘‘You’d make my life easier’’

‘‘I’ll think about it’’ Riot nodded, her eyes wandering around again, listening to the sound of the privates having fun, the faint music coming from inside the pub… ‘‘Gaz?’’

‘‘I see them’’ He answered, sipping his drink. Even Soap raised his head to look, and Gabi curiously turned her head as well, wanting to know who they were seeing.

Four Sergeants from the Army Air Corps had arrived to the pub, much to the disgust of some of the privates outside, who swiftly moved closer to the 141 Sergeants.

‘‘Vega…’’ The younger woman who had asked about feeling guilty in the first lesson looked nervous, scooting closer to Riot, who nodded, finishing her drink with a long swig.

‘‘That’s the 141’’ One of the AAC Sergeants nudged another, who looked taller than Ghost but not as big. ‘‘The ones that beat Morris, Bentley and Sullivan’’

The tall one grinned unpleasantly, looking at them directly.

‘‘Ah, yes, I’ve heard of them… didn’t know MacTavish and Garrick could pull women like that’’ He whistled softly, eyeing Gabi up and down before finding Vega’s cold eyes. ‘‘Ah, no, only one woman and Scarface’’

Riot didn’t react at the insult, calmly taking the lit cigarette to her lips, seemingly unaffected. But Soap knew well her enough to detect the slight drop of her shoulders and how her eyes twitched. Gabi was even more offended and looked at the man directly.

‘‘You’re a fucking asshole, go away, you creep!’’

The tall Sergeant only laughed. One of his mates was looking around nervously.

‘‘What if he is here? He’ll have our asses’’

‘‘Nah, the freak’s not here, heard he’s deployed’’ Laughing, the four of them walked to the pub’s door.

Gaz and Soap stared until they couldn’t see them anymore, the Scotsman still hugging Gabriela close and seething, and Garrick calculating their odds.

‘‘Well, he sure is charming. For what Davies told me, that’s Sergeant Henry Maynard, the ‘leader’ of their little merry band, and the one who beat him’’

‘‘Mine’’ Riot growled, slowly removing her leather jacket and handing it over to Gabi. Freak? Freak? She’d cave his fucking smug face in.

‘‘He’s bigger than you’’ Gabi whispered, holding Riot’s jacket tightly against her body with both hands.

‘‘Más pesados caen’’ She rolled her shoulders, taking a long puff of her cigarette, her eyes locked onto the pub’s door. Gaz was taking his own jacket off as well, smirking.

‘‘What did she say?’’

‘‘The harder they fall’’ Gabi translated, sighing and holding Gaz’s jacket as well, and then Johnny’s when he also took his off. ‘‘Really? The three of you? You’re going to get in so much trouble’’

‘‘There won’t be any trouble if they don’t start shit’’ Gaz shrugged, storing his watch inside his jacket’s pocket, while Riot and Soap were doing the same. ‘‘They only have to behave and we all will go back to base unscathed’’

‘‘You three have antagonized them the whole week and now you think they won’t try anything when all the privates are here and…’’ Gabi stopped talking and then turned to face Riot, her hazel-green eyes wide. ‘‘You set them up!’’

Christine gave her a tight, cold wolvish grin.

‘‘You can’t hunt without bait’’

*

Inside the pub the mood instantly soured when the four AAC Sergeants made their entrance. Not even the local villagers liked them, nor did the soldiers from other branches present. And specially, not the privates.

‘‘Ostie que je suis tanné! (I’m so goddamn tired of this)’’ Grizzly swore, towering over his mates. He was standing near the bar counter with Williams and Ibekwe and some others, all of them gathered around Davies. The battered private had been allowed to return to their quarters, and had been easily persuaded to go along with them to the pub, with the promise of having the three Sergeants watching over them.

‘‘Relax, Edouard, they want us to react’’ Williams shook her head, but all their eyes were following the four AAC Sergeants as they approached the bartender. ‘‘After Soap, Gaz and Riot beat those three, they’re out for blood’’

‘‘If they try something with any of you again I swear to God…’’

‘‘Easy there, remember what Gaz told us’’ Ibekwe whispered, watching how a couple of women sitting at the bar counter got up and left. ‘‘Do not answer to their taunts, and the moment they try something, to go out and look for them’’

‘‘I’ll break his fucking nose’’ Grizzly glared at the AAC Sergeants. He was the tallest and biggest of the privates, and it mortified him that there had been problems and he hadn’t been able to put a stop to it. He was reprimanded by Gaz twice that very week, reminding him that he absolutely could not beat a superior officer, as much as they could deserve it. To leave it to them.

‘‘You’ll do no such thing’’ Davies said calmly, holding their empty glass and avoiding to look that way. ‘‘Vega would skin you alive’’

‘‘I don’t care!’’

A yelp caught their attention, and they all turned to see a local girl getting away from the bar counter, flustered, and the four AAC Sergeants laughing. Grizzly growled and stepped forward, only to be pushed back by two other privates.

The movement caught the eye of the tallest of them, Maynard, and he smirked.

‘‘Got a problem, ginger?’’

Grizzly snorted like a mad bull, trying to wriggle free from his friends. Both Ibekwe and Williams tried to push him back, alarmed.

‘‘Edouard, Eddie, come on, ignore them…’’

‘‘Yeah, Eddie… oh wait, you’re Edouard Petit, right?’’ The AAC Sergeant laughed. ‘‘Doesn’t that mean ‘small’ in French?... You’re taller than me, so what’s small in there?’’

‘‘Really, mate?’’ One of the male privates trying to restraing Grizzly huffed, irked by the laughter. ‘‘We should let him loose to fuck you up, you asshole’’

‘‘Absolutely not!’’ Williams shook her head vigorously, pulling from Grizzly’s arm, and trying to guide him away and to the door, helped by the others. ‘‘Out, we need to get out to the terrace’’

‘‘Leaving so soon?’’ They followed them between laughs, and soon almost the whole bar was pouring outside to the relief of the owner and the bartenders. ‘‘Does the little bear need help finding his cave?’’

‘‘Shut your mouth, you fucking idiot’’ Ibekwe snapped, pushing Grizzly out of the door with the others, while the enormous Canadian was swearing in québécois.

*

‘‘Gaz, you’re the reasonable one, make them stop’’ Gabi pleaded, but Garrick shook his head, smiling.

‘‘I’m sorry, Gabi, but this is how things get fixed permanently’’

‘‘Don’t get involved too much’’ Soap nudged his shoulder playfully, grinning. ‘‘We need to keep you in Cap’s good books’’

‘‘The curly haired one is a coward and won’t do shit’’ Gaz said calmly, the three of them watching carefully the door, seeing more and more people, privates and locals alike, pouring out. ‘‘And for the other two, the one with the mole on his cheek will try to act tough in front of Maynard. The short one might chicken out too, or not’’

‘‘Christine, please’’ Gabi turned to face Riot, looking at her pleadingly. ‘‘You are going to get in so much trouble’’

‘‘Choices have consequences’’ Riot shrugged, taking a long drag of her cigarette, and then exhaling the smoke slowly. ‘‘They could have chosen to behave like decent human beings. They could have chosen not to fuck with my pups. They could have chosen not to come here’’

‘‘…’’ Gabi sighed, nodding. She could understand that. She was still worried though. ‘‘You don’t have to do this’’

Riot just nodded, her blue-grey eyes fixed on the door. Williams and Ibekwe were dragging Grizzly out with the help of a couple of other privates, whose names escaped her in that moment. They were having trouble containing the burly Canadian, who was sputtering profanities at someone inside. She sighed.

‘‘Yes, I have’’ Her eyes turned briefly to look at Johnny and Gaz and nodded, before returning her gaze to the scene. The AAC Sergeants were stepping out of the bar, with a cocky Maynard leading.

‘‘But leave him be! What is the little bear going to do, hmm? Hit an officer?’’

‘‘Petit’s temperament is going to be a problem in the future’’ Gaz commented, running his fingers through his hair, feeling the adrenalin rush of the wait.

‘‘A problem for another day’’ Soap slowly released Gabi from his grasp, and cupping her chin with one hand leant in to kiss her briefly. ‘‘Don’t get too close, hen’’

‘‘Please be careful’’ Gabi sighed, stepping back, still holding their jackets. Johnny laughed and left his empty glass on the nearest table.

Once they were outside Williams looked back and saw the Sergeants, with visible relief.

‘‘Come on, little bear, what are you doing? Running to your keepers in the 141?’’ Maynard continued to taunt the furious private, who broke free from his friends and tried to lunge forward. Both Ibekwe and Williams tried to grab his arms, alarmed.

Riot instantly tossed her cigarette butt aside and marched toward them, squaring her shoulders. Soap and Gaz followed her, the Scot already cracking his knuckles with a wide grin.

‘‘Grizzly!’’ Her sharp tone for some reason managed to get to him, and the private stopped in his tracks, breathing heavily. ‘‘Two steps back, private!’’

Before he knew it he was obeying, and with him the rest of the privates present did the same. Maynard smirked and faced the three 141 Sergeants.

‘‘So, Haggis, Chocolate and Scarface’’ His tone was cocky, unpleasant. One of his friends stepped backwards nervously, the one with curly hair as Gaz had said. ‘‘Sounds like a bad joke’’

‘‘There’s only one bad joke here, and I’m looking at it’’ Riot smiled, the end of her scar twitching. ‘‘Because I’m nice, I’m going to warn you. Once’’

‘‘Warn me about what exactly?’’ Maynard laughed, looking back at his cronies, and frowned slightly when he saw that one of them had already jumped ship.

‘‘About behaving like a proper human being’’ Gaz intervened, with a smile that looked almost kind. Almost. ‘‘But I honestly hope you decide to be an ass’’

‘‘That way we can have fun’’ Soap added, grinning. Maynard chuckled, along with one of his friends who stepped forward.

‘‘Fun, eh? Maybe I want to have fun too. I could even overlook that nasty cut, bird’’ He leered at Riot, eyeing her up and down. She didn’t react, although her blood ran ice cold for a second. ‘‘I like blondes. Maybe if I just have you on all fours…’’

‘‘Ye bloody eejit’’ Soap grunted, stepping forward to square up against him, but found himself facing Maynard’s bravest cronie. The third was looking from one to another, still hesitating, and Gaz’s cold glare was enough to make him doubt more.

‘‘As I said, I’ll only warn you once’’ Riot said, apparently calm. Her hands were clenched into fists. ‘‘Stop bullying my soldiers. Stop harassing them, or other personnel, in any way, shape or form. Just. Fucking. Stop’’

‘‘Or what?’’ Maynard leant in, his face inches away from hers. She didn’t back down. ‘‘I could knock you out just by blowing on you, shorty’’

‘‘Then you better knock me out first try’’ Her eyes narrowed slightly when she smiled again. ‘‘ Because if you don’t, you won’t leave this place on your feet’’

He grabbed her by the collar of her t-shirt, pulling her closer until their faces were almost touching.

‘‘You should learn how to treat a man, whore’’

‘‘You are not a man’’ She said calmly, unfazed. ‘‘You are just another pathetic excuse with a tiny weenie that has to compensate by being a prick’’

‘‘You fucking bitch!’’ Maynard’s hand released her collar to grab her throat. Soap and Gaz started to move, but Riot immediately headbutted Maynard, her foreheard connecting with his nose, forcing him backwards. He released her and stepped back, his hands covering his nose, a trail of blood already falling down his face and shirt.

‘‘Say that again? I didn’t quite hear you’’ Riot rolled her shoulders and wiped her forehead, smirking. ‘‘It’s not funny when you’re the one receiving, right? Don’t tell me I didn’t warn you’’

He lunged forward at her, and she allowed it. His fist connected with her face, but she used his own weight and momentum to grab his arm and twist until she could knock him off his feet. The bravest of Maynard’s cronies tried to punch Soap in the stomach, but the Scott was ready and greeted him with a straight hook to the chin that sent him to the ground. Gaz was still staring down the third and keeping watch just in case.

The sounds of distant sirens filled the night air, and most of the local villagers started to leave. Most likely the pub owner had called the police.

‘‘Gaz!’’ Soap turned to look at his friend and fellow Sergeant, grinning. ‘‘You know what to do!’’

‘‘On it!’’ He motioned at the privates still present to follow him and pulled from Gabi’s arm. ‘‘Clear out before the police gets here!’’

[ourflagmeansgayrights]

Hey! On your poll I was going back and forth between yes and secret third thing BECAUSE I do think Izzy displays homophobia in the show. However, I interpret the incident you referred to as mostly misogyny i.e. that "real men don't show feelings." I think the derogatory words and actions towards Lucius and Stede are way more homophobic, but they're connected for sure.

I think the emphasis on boyfriend is making fun of him for being emotional that a man he loves isn't there and he wanted to remind him that (to Ed's understanding) Stede didn't care enough.

Tldr - izzy is homophobic for reasons outside of this scene, but his gorilla grip on societal standards of men bleed into his view of queer men, especially those who aren't "masc" enough for him

anon my beloved i must apologize in advance bc i had a very weird and emotionally draining day today and i am very tired right now. so i don’t know that this is going to be coherent. but also i like this ask and i want to say words about it before that poll expires tomorrow so i’m just gonna slap some shit together here and hope it makes sense

so first thing’s first, i definitely agree that izzy does homophobia all over the show. the reason i picked out this scene and that line specifically is because imo “pining for his boyfriend” literally sounds like a dumb middle school boy bullying his classmates on the playground. which is to say that it sounds like the most simple-minded homophobic taunt in the world. like i always think abt this scene in the last season of the magnus archives when the main character and his boyfriend roll up to some dumb meathead bully type who goes “who’s this, your boyfriend?” and the whole fandom was like “wow i can’t believe this guy is homophobic.” bc even if the bully is literally correct and the guy is actually his boyfriend, saying “boyfriend” in that tone is saying “boyfriend” like it’s an insult. which, clearly, is homophobic.

so yeah mocking ed for the pining bit is kinda more on the “boys don’t cry” misogyny side of things like you said, but the way izzy tilts his head and draws out the first vowel in “booooyfriend” to me reads like the single most straightforward and undeniable instance of izzy being homophobic in the entire show. bc even if (and this is a big if) izzy doesn’t actually care abt ed having a boyfriend and is just trying to goad ed into being blackbeard again bc izzy needs blackbeard to feel safe, the way izzy is choosing to go about bullying ed into being blackbeard again is through grade school level homophobic taunting.

however you are not wrong that there is also misogyny going on in that scene. and that is because these things are all so deeply intertwined it’s impossible to say where one ends and where the other begins. and this is where i don’t think i’m going to be able to maintain coherency lol but i’m gonna do my best!!!

like the thing with homophobia is that at it’s core, it’s about men not doing gender right. bc gender roles in western society are a fucking shitshow and the expectations for how men and women are supposed to behave extend into every facet of people’s lives. like we all know the basic “boys don’t cry, women are caretakers, men are tough and macho, women are soft, men are hard, etc etc” stuff. but one of the biggest areas where society has strict expectations of how men and women should behave is about sexuality.

men are expected to be attracted to women, obviously. but also men are often expected to be overtly sexual. having a high sex drive is tied to many guys’s concept of their own masculinity and their sense of personal identity. like this should feel like common knowledge right, the idea that some guys build their identity around “getting bitches” or whatever?

(the societal expectations for women and sexuality are a whole other shitshow that people have written entire essays and articles and books on, but im not gonna get into that here bc we’re talking abt ofmd, and this show is focusing on challenging society’s ideas about what it means to be a man)

the other thing with gender roles, and with male gender roles specifically. is that of the two genders that western society has expectations for, manhood is seen as superior. so when a guy is unable to perform masculinity to society’s standards, he is seen as less than a man. and what’s less than a man?

a woman.

men who fail to adhere to a certain expectation of masculinity are insulted by being likened to women. it’s why guys will literally say “don’t be such a girl about it” when another guy gets emotional about something. hell, it happens to stede in the show!! calico jack calls him “the big gal,” the british describe him as “a heavyset woman in a silk dressing gown.” stede is someone whose gender presentation does not match what is expected of him At All, from his clothes to his crying to his picking flowers to just his mannerisms and how he is. and stede has faced constant ridicule because of this.

so like. it all gets real tangled together. and a lot of the time it’s hard to say which is “more” present, homophobia or misogyny. insulting a man by calling him gay, insulting a man by comparing him to a woman, those things go hand in hand. having a gorilla grip worldview on how men “should” behave leads people to policing how men, both cishet and queer, perform gender and experience attraction.

so like, izzy’s general vibe of not caring if ed has gay sex, but absolutely caring if ed bottoms during that sex and caring if ed actually falls in love and cares about a man? that concept of masculinity, which calico jack is also shown to adhere to? homophobic. just like how his treatment of stede and lucius for being “less masculine” is homophobic.

[aspd-culture]

a little bit of a vent but also a question. someone said i was “collecting disorders” and now i feel like shit. all because i wanted the aspd role in a discord server because i think i have aspd when i already think i have bpd/npd and have those roles. they pretty much lied about me too about other things in order to make me look bad and “call me out”. i was so stressed and paralyzed. my heart started racing and my stomach dropped. i feel like i went into flight mode. i hate confrontation. i didn’t defend myself because i thought that would make me look like a loser who cares. i thought to myself they’re not worth a reaction anyways. i decided that defending myself is not worth the mental hassle. they can think what they want and it doesn’t matter to me. this is just fan behavior. this is how i justified not defending myself and just leaving the server (which i don’t like in the first place).can a person with aspd have this type of a reaction? i feel like the typical reaction would be to fight back but im so tired of fighting and the toll it takes on me. i get such an adrenaline rush and my body starts shaking and i feel the need to fight but these days i just can’t. these fights aren’t worth it to me anymore. these people don’t deserve my effort, even if it’s a fight.

Ooo let's see if I can piss off an ableist today (not you, the people who say bs like "collecting disorders"). I have 8 professionally diagnosed mental health conditions, one I am currently in the process of being assessed for, and a handful of other symptoms we have as of yet been unable to place under a particular diagnosis.

There is no such thing as "collecting diagnoses" and that phrase is arguably one of the most ableist things I have ever been forced to read and hear multiple times since the beginning of my mental health journey. The gall of some people to *make fun* of another person and accusing them of faking because they struggle with more disorders than you think is acceptable? Fuck that. Blatant and obvious ableism. You are valid. Idc how many diagnoses you have, self or otherwise, you are valid to me because I am not a professional and even if I was, I am not your professional.

The DSM-V specifically calls out that multiple cluster b disorders can be diagnosed comorbid. They have similar development criteria so it makes sense that if you have one, there is an increased chance you may have more than one. In fact, if you have been diagnosed with one pd, you are more likely to be diagnosed with a second one than you were to be diagnosed with the first.

What you described from them is some major fan behavior, and I'm proud of you for leaving the server. That is exactly what I would have done for the same reasons. Let them talk, they are just showing everyone who matters how ableist they are anyway. And for the record, the people they are trying to seem cool to (reddit-type ableists) are already going to hate them for being in a mental health server.

They are playground bullies and I'll tell you what I learned about playground bullies very young; the easiest way to ruin their day is to completely ignore what they're saying.

They thrive off the attention and validation they get from your hurt and your anger. The fact that you left ruined their fun, I promise. Maybe they kept talking shit to try and make it fun again, but deep down each of them knows that once the person they attempted to victimize neither shrunk down nor got angry, it was no fun anymore.

So yeah, many pwASPD may have fought back against it, but it is definitely aspd-culture to ruin their fun and get the ultimate revenge of refusing them the dopamine of a reaction.

You did a great job, and you *are* valid. It sucks that you had to deal with them, and anything you feel about it is valid too. There are people who won't treat you that way, I promise.

[jerzwriter]

Hii 🥰

Has your MC / OC or Li ever been sent to the principals office? And if yes why?

If not themselves have their kids ever been sent to the principals office? If so why?

Hi There! Oh, I love this ask! lol

Tobias/Casey: Casey was probably sent there a few times in her lifetime. The first time, she was mortified because she never wanted to be "bad" in school. But each time, she was sent for standing up for herself or others (like when she stood up to a teacher for having sexist dress policy rules). The first time it happened, she was probably scared, but when her parents came in and heard why Casey was there, they defended her and asked the principal how they planned on correcting the school's inaction. So she always knew her parents would have her back.

Tobias is another story. LOL, I'm sure he was sent there quite frequently - for being a wiseass, for pushing the "charm" a little too much at times, for falling asleep in class on occasion in high school, and occasionally for kicking a bully's ass when warranted. But the principal loved Tobias, totally charmed by him. It's akin to him being called to HR like once a week at Edenbrook - but the HR team loves him, gets him Christmas gifts and shit! lol

Tobias and Casey are SUPER cool parents. They are not the "my kid is always right," and if their girls did something wrong, they'd know they were in trouble. But the girls are unlikely to get sent to the principal's office unless it's a similar situation to Casey's as a child—because they've been raised to NOT shut up when they see something wrong, and Tobias and Casey would totally have their backs in these situations.

Ethan/Kaycee: I'm sure Ethan was a total little imp at one stage. He probably got in trouble quite a bit for fairly benign but misbehaving things. Like bringing a frog into class, tossing a ball with friends when the teacher stepped out of class, doing something he shouldn't have on the playground, and such. That was little Ethan. After Louise left, I'm sure he acted out for a bit. There was displaced anger and, while the school was aware and tried to help, I'm sure there are times when Alan had to be called to school.

Emma is like this perfect child. So I don't see her ever being called to the principal's office, and if she was, it was probably because she was getting an award or something. The poor dear would have heart palpitations the entire time she was walking there! lol

Carolina/Trystan: For Carolina, I'd say only in high school. As we know, she's not the type to take any shit or watch someone else take abuse. She would gladly sucker-punch a bully who was trying to take advantage of someone weaker than them. After her father's murder, she really struggles and acts out. I'm sure there are times when Tommy is called in.

Trystan didn't get called to the principal's office because he was homeschooled and he was the Prince, so he got away with an awful lot. Had he been in a traditional school environment, the royal imp would have been in the office frequently, but like Tobias above, he'd probably charm the administration. lol

They're not having children, so no need to worry here :)

Eli/Zoe: It's canon that Zoe was often suspended for questioning authority (shit, I have that in common with her! lol). So, yeah, there were principal office visits in her life (or whatever the equivalent was in The Tower.)

Eli got some time in a traditional school before the outbreak, but I see him as a pretty stand-up/living on the straight and narrow kind of kid. He might have been called at some time in the future - probably for kicking someone's ass for messing with his little brother - but they never got that chance.

I'm not too sure where I'm going with their children AU ... though I'm pretty sure they will have children. If they do, I'm sure there will be principal office times, because they'd be hardheaded like their parents.

Now, there is the Troy/Eli/Zoe AU I will eventually get to. Babe, we KNOW Troy had to be in the office often, but I'm sure he was very Tobias & Trystan-like (must be the T lol), and he'd charm the socks off of everyone or manage to weasel out of trouble. If there are children in this version - yeah, frequent flyer miles at the principal's office. lol

Thanks for the fun ask, Nonny & sorry for taking so long to answer! <3

[harrison-abbott]

A Type of Awe

My elder brother was attacked very badly outside of the supermarket, one summer afternoon when I was very young. Well, I was nine, and the thumping violence of seeing my brother have his face kicked apart was sublime and changed my life forevermore.

We went back into the supermarket after the other boy had finished and somebody called the police. The shoppers looked at my teary face and my brother’s bloody face with a confused type of awe.

Nothing happened to the boy who beat up my brother. For the simple reason that he was too young. I remember going to the hospital in the police car: and we saw the gang of youths, including the boy who had committed the assault, walking down the main road, and they all nervously glanced at the vehicle as it passed.

Violence didn’t stop there. That was only the start of it.

Somebody else – some stupid lad, who in this case was only being thick rather than abusive – broke my twin brother’s nose in the playground at school. Seeing my twin brother crying just made me snap. And so I ran after the kid who did it and beat the f*ck out of him as best as I could. He didn’t retaliate. I was upset for hours, because it had reconjured the memories of my elder brother getting battered. And afterwards I heard the other kids making fun of me because I was crying, as well, and they didn’t understand the history.

Fastforward a few years. I was walking up to the newsagent. My high school had the day off; whereas the other high school was still on. And I met a pair of lads from the other school. They yelled something at me and I yelled something back. And then one of them ran after me. He was bigger, taller. Both of them ran after me, actually, now I remember: and one of them just smacked me in the temple. For no reason. It was a mighty, stinging smack on the side of the head. And I just, like before, started bawling.

No police were called that time because the lads just ran off.

And then there was the incident when I was around fourteen when the super ugly kid (he looked like the Sid character from Toy Story (1995)) came and headbutted me and punched me. Also for no reason. We did call the police about that, that time, and the police weren’t allowed to go into his house because he was underage, and his parents weren’t home. Which made me wonder what the police officers were even for.

And then there was a kid in high school who I had never met before who rugby tackled me over on the field behind the school at lunch time. Also without provocation. Then his mates teased me relentlessly because there was a sense of threat that I had ‘been in a fight with him’ – when the reality was only clumsiness and boyish disorder.

There was a boy who threw a rock at me along the street when I was walking up to the bus stop. Him and his friend were smoking in the trees by the roadside, and I had my headphones in. And so I didn’t know they were there and when I saw them lurking in the trees, I got a fright. As one does when something is unexpected: and I said, “Oh, shit.” And walked on. And twenty yards down the road I heard something trickling at my feet: and turned and there was a lad glaring at me, having just lobbed the boulder.

The incidents began to pile up, and I grew angrier and angrier.

A group of bullies in the above year accused my friend and I of stealing beer at a party. We hadn’t stolen anything. But for some reason the main accuser developed a grudge against me from that night onwards; I’d see him scowling at me whenever he got the chance, if we happened to pass each other in the playground or whatnot. This was when I was older, in the latter teens. And it culminated – the feud – one night when he and his mates spotted me on the street out in the provincial town.

He kept circling me with his car. Then waited ominously at the end of the road and revved up, as if to run me over. And then he sped up and narrowly missed me. I snapped. Finally. And threw a brick at their car. All three of them got out. Three on one. So I went up and punched one of them. They knocked me over and kicked me in the head and punched me in the face.

I went to his house the next week and embarrassed him in front of his mother. And he was very determined to see me leave him alone.

Oh, and then there was the man from up the road who thundered out of his house and punched me in the face and pulled my hair, after I kicked a football at his window. When I was in my teens, and he must’ve been in his forties. Was, in his 40s. He remains the oldest person to ever have attacked me. And I’ve written before on this blog about what I did to him in retaliation.

And then when I was 20 years old, I got jumped by a pair of bouncers outside of a nightclub. Two minutes after all my friends walked away from me as if they didn’t know who I was. The bouncers got away with it. The friends never apologised for their abandonment, and in fact they said I “deserved” the assault. And I responded by relinquishing their ‘friendship’ and severing ties with them.

There are several other violent incidents from the past.

I grew up very, very damaged by each of them, all of them.

Perhaps the only good thing that came out of all of this darkness was an artistic momentum. Because I chose to respond artistically, rather than anything else.

I wanted to be a writer ever since I was a kid; and before any of such violence happened. All of that animosity gave me motivation to plough into the writing. And none of my tormentors ever stopped me from getting poems and stories and novels published. I also highly doubt that any of them have any artistic merit whatsoever.

Existence can be very dark. Of course. You can deal with it through artwork.

[englishflagcumrag]

🍑⭐🌹🍒 Tell Me More About Kalevi

🍑 Where is your OC’s favourite place to relax or calm down? Recount a story of their time spent in this place! What makes it so special to them?

he's a little bit of a recluse and spends more time than not confined to his room, so that's a contender by default, but he also likes to be in his back garden, especially if he's getting a little cramped inside. he's got birdfeeders out there. also, it's not exactly a contender anymore now that he's moved away, but as a kid his two personal havens were iisakki's house and the woods out on the edge of town. (edit: also supermarkets. he likes the routine of it all.)

Is there anywhere your OC hates to go to? Anywhere that stresses them out or have negative memories of?

he hates his hometown, mostly for middle-of-nowhere small-town reasons though there's also just the general fact that his Tragic Childhood happened there.

⭐ What is your OC afraid of? Any crippling phobias or some such? How do they act when scared and what helps them calm down? Does anyone ever find your OC scary? Why?

he's generally pretty difficult to scare - he spent his teens and 20s looking for the most horrific shit he could find on film, and to this day one of his favourite films is salo. it's safe to say he's a little desensitised to anything traditionally scary. that said, he's got issues around cars (he has driven a car exactly once and it went pretty bad for him), social situations, and Going Outside And Touching Grass. even then, his strategy is mostly to get it over with without making a fuss.

in terms of others finding him scary, he's a pretty weedy, harmless dude. he was probably a little intimidating as a teenager - he was at least a head taller than most of his peers, he had like a weird goth thing going on, and he had a lot of strange interests, but more than anything that just got him bullied. to this day, the scariest thing about him is his interests. those who love him are largely used to his shit and those who aren't don't get to see much of it for this exact reason, but he's definitely tried to infodump to orion about a serbian film or whatever, only for orion to quietly ask if he's about to get murdered.

🌹 How easy is it for them to connect with others and make friends? On the flip side how easy is it for them to make an enemy of someone? Are they the kind of person who hangs around the food table at a party and never talks to anyone or are they the type who can talk to anyone?

oh he sucks at meeting people. the only reason he has friends at all is that jarmo saw him on the playground when they were like 5, started talking at him, didn't stop even when it became obvious that he wouldn't say anything back, and stuck with him for almost 40 years thereafter. most of his friends are just jarmo's friends. as for making enemies, he has a pretty cunty sense of humour and probably offends people by accident from time to time, but this is somewhat mitigated by the fact that he doesn't actually meet people much.

🍒 What kind of things do they expect from their relationships? Does this differ between platonic relationships and romantic ones? Is your OC “demanding” or a door mat? What kinds of things do people expect from them in a relationship?

he kind of needs an unstoppable force to his immovable object, so to speak. like i said, the biggest relationship in his life is built on jarmo befriending him through sheer blunt force and never letting go. he tries to be low-maintenance but he's actually a little princess and he needs kissies forever and ever and ever please. luckily (or not) for him, orion absolutely does not buy kal's act for a second and gives him so much kissies forever and ever and ever. kal fluctuates between loving it and finding it a bit much. he's sort of like a pet cat.

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𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬/𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 '𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥' 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥...| 𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐱 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

This is requested by 🍒anon, and I thought, why not add in some of my favourite haikyuu characters too?

So, y/n mixes male and female uniforms and does not like following rules that suffocate/align with her way of life.

Pairing (s): Mitsuya Takashi, Matsuno Chifuyu, Sakusa Kiyoomi, Akaashi Keiji x fem reader! (she/her)

Genre: fluff

Warning (s): usage of strong language!

a/n - I hope I did okay with this request!

Enjoy!

Mitsuya Takashi

He first noticed you when you were running through the school with the teachers chasing after you.

And you were wearing the guy uniform top and the uniform skirt.

Mitsuya never takes a second look at girls unless...

But you were definitely not his type, but you two still ended up dating.

The twins find you incredible because of your dressing style, and you always cook for them.

Recently, a new principal has transferred into your school, and he is onto you for your attire and attitude.

Your teachers were okay with you because you got good grades and didn't disrupt their lessons.

It's just that you have your own way of living life and hates conforming to social norms.

"Mitsuya-san! Oh my gosh! Your girlfriend is going to end up beating the shit out of the principal!" One of your classmates informed him, and he immediately got out of his seat.

The principal has been on your case for a while, but your teachers dismissed it because you're not really a troublemaker.

It was just your dress style.

"I TOLD YOU! I'M MORE COMFORTABLE WEARING MY UNIFORM THIS WAY! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"

A few of your classmates struggled to hold you back, and the principal visibly is scared of you.

"Baby, stop it." He steps in front of you, blocking you from the principal.

"Anyways, there's no rules in the conduct guide that says we can't mix our uniform. After all, she is still wearing the school uniform. I don't see the big deal over this. Let's go."

He pulled you away, and the teachers were left to handle the situation.

I guess your parents still have to make a trip to make the principal, to receive an apology from him.

---

"Have you cooled down? Feeling better?" He pats your head, and you shake your head and bury your face into his stomach.

"Come on, you can't spend the entire day hiding. Now, get up." Mitsuya pulls you up and walks you back to your classroom.

"Ah~, I want to skip school and get ramen! Takashi, let's go get ramen?" Instead of agreeing with you, he pinches your nose.

You pout at him, and he kisses your lips lightly.

"We'll go get ramen after school with the twins." He ruffles your hair.

"Fine! I'll go back to class now! See you!" You peck his cheeks before running away.

Matsuno Chifuyu

You've been his playmate since young and always protected him from the bullies in the playground.

Since you're two years older than him and you tend to treat him like a little kid.

But he was getting older too and no longer wanted you to treat him like a kid.

Chifuyu has a massive crush on you, and he has been confessing to you for years.

Younger guys were never your type.

But for Chifuyu, you might make an exception.

His mother absolutely loves you when you come over and hang out.

Chifuyu, he is a blushing mess whenever you come over.

Today, you wanted to bring Chifuyu to the famous Chinese restaurant since you just got your pay from your part-time job.

You two agreed to meet at the train station, and he was super excited to go on a date with you, was it considered a date?

But you were met with a bit of trouble while waiting for him at the train station, still wearing your uniform...

You have been trying to ignore the guys hovering over you and them poking at your uniform. It is unusual for anyone to mix the different genders' uniforms.

And these trashy guys find you amusing, and they were getting on your nerves.

"Come on, tell us why you are wearing your uniform like that? Is it to seduce us? Younger girls like you turn us on-" Before he could continue his sentence, you send a flying kick to his face.

His friend came at you, and you did the same thing to him.

"I told you, I'm comfortable wearing my uniform like this. How is my way of dressing concerned you, you sick perverts?!" You screamed at them, catching the attention of others.

Chifuyu ran towards you and almost knocked you over.

"Are you okay? Did they do anything to you? I'm sorry I was late!" He apologised, and you shook your head.

"I think those guys won't do anything to me. Come on, we still have a date to go on!" You pulled him to the directions to the restaurant.

"D-Date?!" He stuttered due to his nervousness and how close you were to him.

"Yeah, a date, didn't you say you like me? I'm giving you a chance." It took him a moment to register before he mustered the courage to hold your hand.

"Oh my! Today's my luckiest day!"

Sakusa Kiyoomi

Sakusa never thought he would date anyone in high school, but here he is, dating you.

He definitely admires you that you are never afraid to have your own opinion.

And you look pretty damn good when you mix the school uniform; he loves your female uniform top and male uniform bottom the most.

But he never really ask you about the reason why you choose to wear your uniform this way.

It never really occurred to him, but he was getting curious about the reason for you dressing like that.

You noticed that he has been staring at you a lot more, more than usual.

Sometimes, you have to snap him out of his trance and inform him that class has ended.

Since you two are in year three now, you started staying over at his place to study together.

Your parents are fine because they trust him more than they trust you.

Sakusa sat on his bed after he finished his shower and waited for you while you took your shower in his older sister's room.

"Baby! I'm done with my shower! I even brushed my teeth!" You jumped onto him, and he let out a groan when you landed on top of him.

You were wearing one of his shirts and shorts, which were obviously too big for you, but it was comfortable to sleep in.

"Babe, I have wanted to ask you about this. Why do you wear your uniform like that? It's not like it bothers me; I'm just curious."

That was it? He has been staring at you for the past week, and he was just curious about how you wear your uniform. Your boyfriend is seriously so cute.

"Was that what you have wanted to ask for the past week? Mimi, we have been dating for a year now; you can ask these kinds of questions comfortably. Well, it's just comfortable." You explained, and he was dumbfounded by your simple logic.

It can't be just comfortable; there has to be deeper reasoning.

"That's it? For comfort? Are there any other reasons? There must be, right?!" He sat up and asked you eagerly.

It's rare for him to get so eager over anything, and you were truly enjoying this.

"Nothing, it's just that it looks cool mixing my uniform. The guy's uniform is pretty comfortable too. It's just really comfortable. Why do you look so upset?" You pull on his cheeks, and he looks away from your eyes.

He continues to ignore you, and his cheeks turn flush under your stare.

"I thought it was because of defying the gender norms and stuff..." He mumbles softly under his breath, and you hear it clearly.

This guy is so precious!

"Ah~! Mimi! You're so cute and precious! Are you that upset about my reasoning?" He nods his head.

You leaned up and kissed his lips, catching him off guard.

"Now, don't be upset anymore. We still have assignments to do. Get up." You were about to get up from his lap, but he pulled you into another kiss.

"Cute, but we have work to do!"

Akaashi Keiji

Akaashi was quickly attracted by your loud personality and how cute you are.

He loves pinching your cheeks privately.

The team knows you two are dating, but you two are not that public, more like Akaashi.

You have never worn the full female uniform, and it honestly drives your parents nuts, but Akaashi loves it.

It's just so you.

Even though there are people who find you mixing uniforms cool, there are just some people who are bitter and LOVES to find fault with you.

Usually, Akaashi will be there to defend you, but he has a meeting with the other leaders, and you have to carry your art supplies to the club room by yourself.

With no one to help you, you took a long time and met with a few troublemakers.

"Can you get out of my way? I need to move these to the art room." You tapped your feet against the floor impatiently.

They just smirked at you, and you recognised them, the troublemakers from first-years.

You rolled your eyes, clearly annoyed at them wasting your precious time.

"What's with the get-up? Are you trying to make yourself stand out? Huh, do you think you're so cool?" When they saw you checking your nails uninterestedly, they were getting irritated by your nonchalant reaction.

"Okay, and? Why do I have to explain myself to a bunch of kids? Let me through." You tried to push your way through, but it was three against one, and they literally pushed your cart back, and your expensive oil paint and easel fell to the floor.

Instead of picking it up, they proceed to stomp on it.

At that moment, you lost it and kicked them in the face, one by one.

"You want to know why I'm wearing my uniform this way? I wear my uniform this way so I can do this." You send another kick to the leader's stomach.

Your chairperson immediately called Akaashi and ran to the staff room for help.

Akaashi literally dropped his stuff and ran straight to where you were.

"Oh my. They deserve it, but I need to stop her first..." Akaashi proceeded to grab you by your waist and carried you away from them.

You let out a sigh and leaned on his shoulder.

"Keiji, I'm so tired. I'm gonna take a nap here." You mumbled against his shoulder and fell asleep in his arms.

---

Of course, you were let off with a week of detention, and the troublemakers are to replace your art supplies, write an apology letter to you and be in suspension for two weeks.

"Are you that happy? You knocked out two of their front teeth." Akaashi pulls on your cheeks as a form of punishment.

"Let go! It's painful!" You slapped his hands away from your sore cheeks.

"Eh, I kinda feel bad, but not so. They deserve it. Now, can I go get some snacks at the store? I'm hungry after those kicking." You tug on his blazer jacket.

"Fine, no more kicking next time, promise?"

"Promise!" You linked your pinkies together and kissed his cheek.

Oh my, this took days to write, and I'm so happy to finish this! I hope you guys enjoyed reading this piece! Thank you for reading!

Stay safe and healthy!

With love,

Rosalie🍓

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Worried Sick (Ransom Drysdale)

Summary: Ransom isn't much of the worrying type. But he gets worried about Y/N who has a cold and she pushes him away, not wanting to get him sick. He hated being away from you, so he invaded your home and took care off of you.

Notes: GIF is not mine, 10000% fluff

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"You are such a dick, Ransom. 'Roid guzzler'? Really?" You retort, taking a bite of your English muffin that he bought for you after leaving the gym. Your personal trainer gave him an I'm-going-to-kick-your-ass look and Ransom being Ransom says, "Eat shit, 'roid guzzler."

"What? I can buy you whatever I want. And not like you need a personal trainer anyway, look at you." Ransom states. "First off all, I can hire a personal trainer if I want to hire a personal trainer. And second, I want to be a boxer so it only make sense to have a personal trainer."

"Oh, here we go again with the boxing shit. I told you you're not going to-" "And I told you that I do whatever the fuck I want, Ransom. I've wanted to be a boxer ever since I was a kid watching the Rocky movies." "If you come home with a busted face, I'm going to laugh in your face and say I told you so." He snarks.

"Then maybe I won't come home at all," you say, stopping in your tracks, searching his face for a reaction. He turn towards you and clenches his jaw angrily.

The relationship between you and Ransom is borderline dysfunctional. He's not your boyfriend but he's very possessive of you.

He shows his affection through buying you things and getting angry when you say bad things about yourself. He has no idea how to verbally say 'I care about you and I won't let anyone hurt you, including yourself'.

You met Ransom through Marta. You're actually her cousin and she's been ranting to you about the family she works for. But mainly she would talk about the trust fund brat known as Hugh and dreadful mother who birthed him.

When you came down to Boston to visit, Marta invited you to a party the Drysdale's were throwing. Naturally, you caught Ransom's eyes but the second you found out who he really was, you treated him like absolute garbage.

Marta only saw that part of you once, when you defended her on the playground against her bullies. And that's exactly what Ransom was, a bully. You knew exactly how to get rid of him. Or so you thought. You've never seen someone draw closer to the person treating him like dirt.

You decided to move to Boston to keep an eye on Marta and stay close to her side of the family. And when Ransom caught wind of that, he tracked you down with an hour and has been stopping by your job ever since. He would not quit until he got what he was looking for. You.

He was on the verge of giving up because you wouldn't budge for anything. You stood your ground because family is everything to you. If someone messed with one member of your family, they mess with the entire family.

But then you laughed at something he said. It was a terrible commentary that he made about your boss and you couldn't contain your laughter.

And now here you are, conversing with him about something you've wanted to do your entire life and him objecting because he knows you'll get hurt. It's crazy how people can grow into completely different people.

"Come on, we're going to be late." He states, grabbing your hand and dragging you towards the Beemer.

**

The common cold was going around the work place so you knew you were bound the catch it at some point. But you didn't know it was going to hit you like this. You feel like an elephant is sitting on your chest the entire time and it made you snort like a pig.

Your nose was conjested and mucus was starting to build up in your throat so whenever you tried to take a deep breath, a loud snort would leave your lips. Marta comes into you room and sets some chicken noodle soup on the night stand before opening up her bag and pulling out some heating pads and some Tylenol.

"Have you been drinking water like suggested?" She asks. "I barely want to get of bed to use the bathroom. Let alone go to the kitchen to get some water."

"Y/N," she warns. "I know, I know. I'll try." You say nasally. "Okay. Take these with your soup." She instructs, setting the Tylenol pills on the saucer plate under the bowl.

She plugs in the heating pads and instructs you to sit up so she could put one on your lower back and the other on your shoulder blades. "If the coughing starts to get bad, put some Vicks on your chest okay?" You nod in agreement and she presses a soft kiss on your warm forehead.

"I'll be back in an hour. That is, if Ransom isn't already here. He's been calling your cell and your house phone, leaving angry messages on both." She says. "That asshole will be fine," you retort. "An asshole that cares about you. I thought I would never see the day." She teases.

"He literally wouldn't leave me alone since the party. He's like the gum that I can't get off my shoe." You say as a cough bursts in your chest. You cough I to your elbow and she rubs your back warmly.

"You literally have Boston's richest bachelor wrapped around your finger. And you've treated him like garbage since the day you met him." She says with a chuckle.

"Crazy how that happens." "I'll see you in an hour." She smoothes a hand over your hair and you sigh as the contact. "Thank you," "Of course, you're family." With that, she leaves but not before reminding you to eat the soup, take the Tylenol and the drink water again.

You groan as you sit up and lean your back against the headboard. Your muscles ache but you swallow the pain and grab the bowl of chicken noodle soup.

Setting the bowl in your lap, you take a few sips on the soup before popping the Tylenol in your mouth and swallowing it all in one gulp. You hum as the warm liquid trickles down your irritated throat.

Meanwhile, Ransom paces back and forth in his loft. You didn't sound well over the phone when you last spoke. And you haven't been answering his calls. Ransom thinks to himself. He's been fighting with himself. He hates how he turns into a prepubescent, desperate, whiny little boy when he doesn't hear from you in a while.

You two didn't end on the best of terms as he basically called you stupid for wanting to follow your dreams. But he had to make sure you were okay. On cue, a message from an unknown number texted him.

"Y/N has the common cold. She caught it from work.

-Marta"

Ransom's heart slows in relief that you were okay. He grabs his favorite pea coat and his keys to his Beeper before driving over to your place. Walking through the door, goosebumps riddle his skin. Ransom has been over your house countless times but he's never heard it so quiet and eerie.

"Y/N?" Ransom says, peeking his head into your room to see you with your head leaning back against the headboard, snorting as you slept. Your chicken noodle soup was still in your lap half eaten. The hum of your vibrating heating pad the only audible thing in the room besides your snorts.

He sighs deeply, rolling up his sleeves before walking into the room. He sits on the bed, making the entire left side sink. He catches the bowl of soup before it spilled on the bed and set it back on the night stand.

He gave you a look of surprise when you let out a huge snort. "That's just gross." He says and you eyes slowly peeled open. "Ransom, what are you doing here?" You ask, scooting away from him with a groan.

"I came to check up on you." He says, scowling at you for moving away from him. "I'm fine." "No, you look like shit." Your abdomen flexed as you cough ferociously in your elbow.

Whining at the lingering pain in your chest, Ransom reaches out to touch your back and you wince as your sweat soaked shirt touched your back.

"Go away, Ransom. I don't want to get you sick." You say, slapping his hand away. "I don't care," he says, pulling you closer to him despite your cries. He lifts you out of the bed and walked you into the bathroom. Your teeth chatters from the cold air and he sets you on the counter gently.

"You need to get out of these clothes and take a shower." He instructs but you fall forward and rest your head on his collarbone. "I don't have the energy to do anything," you croak. His heart skips a beat when you wrap your arms around his neck for stabilization.

"Do you want me to help you?" He asks and you nod lazily. Your raise your arms and he pulls your sweat stained shirt over your head. You unclip your bra and your breasts fall out of them. Ransom runs a hand over your back and you moan softly as his warm touch.

He pulls you off the counter and you pull your sweatpants down your legs, standing completely naked and fatigued. You slowly blink your eyes and the next thing you knew, he was stripped naked in front of you. He turns the shower on and waits for the water to warm up.

"This isn't what I had in mind when I would first see you naked. But it isn't a terrible start." "You try any, Drysdale and I will ruin you." He chuckles before lifting you into the shower. You sigh softly as the scorching hot water massages your skin. Ransom's steps into the shower and gently touched your arms.

You grab his hands and wrap them around your waist. As soon as his hands come into contact with the water, he winces and says, "Goddamn. What, the water is set to Hell, or something?" He pulls you into his chest and away from the water.

"Fine, I'll turn it down, you wuss." You taunt and you turn the water down slightly. Grabbing the body wash and loofa, you exfoliate your skin with the loofa. "There's a new loofa under the sink," you suggest but he just pulls you back into his chest and buries his face into your neck.

"I don't want to leave," he mumbles. "What's gotten into you, Ransom? What's with all of this affection?" You ask, turning around to face him.

"You scare me. You're like gravity, everything pulls towards you. I don't even recognize myself anymore." He admits. "And I'm done suppressing it. I feel more than just want. I need you." He adds.

"You sure you aren't the sick one?" You say with a chuckle, which was soon interupted by a sneeze. You step away from him and sneeze into your elbow. "You're definitely getting sick after this." He shakes his head and cups your cheeks before pressing a soft kiss on your lips.

"I don't care," he says, pulling away from you to rest his forehead on yours. "I'll add more chicken noodle soup to the grocery mobile order." He hums and pulls you back into his embrace.

"So, what? We're just going to kiss and cuddle each through the cold?" You retort. "Sounds like a good plan, right?" "You're such a dork,"

[boomerangguy]

Hey Boomi. I was wondering, how do you think Baatar and mommy Suki's relationship would have been? And Suki + her grandbabies?

Thank you so much for the ask, LM! And what a great ask, too! 😄 I loved answering this one…even though it got kinda long and ramble-y.

In my Ultimate Sukka Family Headcanon, which is something I don’t write fics for really (it’s much easier to write just 3-4 OC kids with distinct personalities rather than twice that number), they get married pretty young—like 19ish, right where the comics left off. They just both know they’re it for each other, so what’s the point in waiting? 🥰 But regardless, Sukka goes back to Kyoshi Island not planning on having kids anytime soon—they’re just trying to enjoy being kids themselves and have fun, since the war pretty much stripped them of a normal childhood.

But that’s not quite how things work out, and Sokka and Suki quickly realize that being both spontaneous and frisky is precisely how you end up pregnant. 😬They freak out and panic at first, of course, but then with each passing symptom, the terrifying abstract concept of having a baby starts to feel more like welcoming family member #3, and by the time little Kanna arrives, they’re so hyped to be parents that they make Foaming Mouth Guy look like a stick-in-the-mud. 🤪

Fast forward several years later (almost a decade, maybe?), and they’ve basically created an entire troupe of Kyoshi Warriors—six girls. 👩🏼‍🦰👩🏽👩🏼‍🦰👩🏽👩🏼‍🦰👩🏽Six sassy, sarcastic, carnivorous, little girls (with varying senses of humor) who will just as soon chi-block the shit out of a playground bully as write and recite haikus. They’re a handful, and Sokka and Suki love them. Attempts to pump the baby breaks fail once again (they weren’t really trying that hard anyway) 😏 and Suki finds out she’s pregnant with #7. Everyone predicts a girl, because at this point, who wouldn’t? 🧐 Sokka has stopped joking about the spirit of Avatar Kyoshi cursing him to be forever sonless as punishment for his past sexism because…he just truly doesn’t care about that anymore. He loves his daughters, they love him, and that’s all that matters. 😌

Enter Baatar. 👶🏻 Naturally, the whole Gaang and all Sukka’s family and friends go bananas when they finally have a boy, and everyone (especially the SWT folks) makes a point to congratulate Sokka on having a son. And he’s definitely excited, of course—but it’s Suki who takes one look at her baby boy and just suddenly feels a type of love she never knew before. 😯 She understands now why Sokka is so crazy about their girls—because they remind him of her, and little Baatar looks so much like her husband, her soulmate, that she doesn’t want to ever take her eyes off of him. ☺️

Baatar is the baby of the family, so between his dad and older sisters, he already gets a whole lotta love—but from Suki, it’s different. It’s not in her nature to actually coddle her children, but with Baatar, she comes pretty close—much closer she did with than any of her daughters. She reads to him every day, always helps him lace up his little boots, snuggles with him all through stormy nights, tells him legends and tall tales from Kyoshi Island & the SWT, and even some G-rated versions of her and Sokka’s adventures. But ‘the memory’—the thing they do together that is just between mother and son, that’s so sacred not even Sokka and the girls get to join—is when they go down to the bay at dawn to watch the koi fish jump out of the water and build sandcastles together. 🌅🏰That’s where Baatar begins to love building things—beautiful things. His earliest memory is watching the sky fill with color, sitting next to his mom on the beach and helping her (or so he thinks as a three-year-old) shape the sand into something new and magnificent. 😮

It sticks with Baatar forever, and they go down to the beach, sometimes as a whole family, sometimes just the two of them, pretty regularly until Baatar is a teenager. By then, thanks to his mom, he knows he wants to be an architect…and when it becomes obvious that he needs a real Earthbending teacher—like his aunt in Republic City, whose cute daughter might also have something to do with it 🤨—Suki’s heart breaks. 😞 Their daughters are still on Kyoshi Island or in the SWT, but it still hurts more than anything when she has to stand on the dock and hold back tears while she hugs her baby boy goodbye 😣…because she knows that if she starts crying, Baatar will break down too and want to stay. And as much as she loves him, he belongs out there in the world where he can chase after his dreams and put all his passion and talent to good use. 😔

They exchange letters steadily, but Suki still carries around a dull ache knowing that Toph and Suyin are spending more time with Baatar than she is. There’s a new ceiling to her happiness that’s never been there before, and Sokka takes it upon himself to cheer her up. 🤪 One night when they sneak out of their cottage and camp out on the bluffs, he does such a good job of cheering her up that…well… 😛⛺️😩…I hope you get the picture.

Enter Senna and Varrick (who I’ve started hc’ing as twins, because why not?) 😄 Now preggers at forty years old, Suki remembers that there’s still so much happiness right in front of her (plus two bundles of it right inside her), and her whole family is relieved to see that their matriarch is herself again. 😌 And to top it off? Sokka gets bullied by Aang into going into politics, and after the twins are born, they move to Republic City. It’s hard saying goodbye to most of their daughters (the youngest few come with them), but the eldest are practically young women now, and it feels natural at this point, no matter how much it stings when Sokka bawls like a baby and leaves them each with a hand-painted family portrait, a heartfelt haiku, and a huge barrel of seal jerky. 😖😖😖

In the city, Suki gets to see Baatar become a man while still getting to be a mom to Senna and Varrick (whose birth name is Iknik, he just gives himself a bunch of extra names after making it big). It’s the best of both worlds, and she gets some closure when she eventually joins Baatar and Baatar Jr. down at the beach years later, helping her grandson make his first sandcastle just like she helped his father. (And after Baatar and Varrick join the Earth Empire years later and ultimately come to regret it, Suki takes them both by the ear and reminds them that the namesake of their home island ate Earth Kingdom tyrants for breakfast, possibly the most ironically humiliating part of that whole fiasco for the two boys. 😡😵)

As for the grandbabies? Kanna (oldest child) and her sisters take one look at their parents’ nine children and go, “Ha, amateurs.” Family reunions are absolute madness, because between Sokka, Varrick, Baatar/Suyin and their kids, then the Avatar herself and dozens of little Kyoshi Island munchkins, Suki has a ton of big personalities to deal with. 😜 When she and Sokka finally retire and move back to Kyoshi Island for good, Gran-Gran Suki makes a point to take her children’s children down to the beach to play in the sand and watch the sun color the sky as many mornings as she can. For someone to which community is so important, it’s the perfect way to spend her life. 🥰 (And it’s hardly unexpected, but with so many grandkids running around the world, she gets to meet quite a few itty-bitty babies named after her and her husband—and her favorite miniature Suki is definitely Opal’s daughter.)

How did your simple ask turn into Suki’s bittersweet biography? 😟 I’m sorry, but I just couldn’t help myself. I love Sukka, and I love fluffy family headcanons! And if you can’t tell…once I get going it’s hard for me to stop…and I ended up really getting deep into both Sukka feels and emotional feels. I need to go give my mom a hug. 🥺

@light-miracles thank you so much for the ask! It was a pleasure answering it!

[k3rm1e]

hey hey! it’s me 🥀 anon.. micheal x reader in 3rd grade ( being friends ofc:] ) 🙂 tommy’s daughter ( or gn reader any is cool😎 ) but reader beats up bully for making fun of micheal

friends

hey hey! it’s me 🥀 anon.. michael x reader in 3rd grade ( being friends ofc:] ) 🙂 tommy’s daughter ( or gn reader any is cool😎 ) but reader beats up bully for making fun of michael

hello 🥀 anon! apologies for the long wait, i have been doing things ;-;

but!!! i am here now with this so i hope you enjoy :D

cw: cursing 

friends:

  you hated him. you hated the small half-piglin half-zombie kid. it was unreasonable, he was your dad’s best friends’ kid. the infamous bench trio, with kids of their own. the legacy left behind, of fallen countries and terrible men, to fall on your shoulders.

  you always spoke with him. sat with him on the bus, at lunch, in class, sitting. talking. more of he spoke, you listened. even though the other students came to ask questions, they never stayed. the simple existence of two of you, two kids, with the parents you had was too much.

  the old stories of l’manburg, manburg, pogtopia, the infamous button room, the burnt mushroom house, the obsidian walls, logstedshire, the disc confrontation, pandora’s vault, all of it. every story, every tale, included your father. in history class you were stared at, you and the piglin boy. when students wanted to ask about the historical figures they learnt about, it was to the two of you. and you hated it.

  the attention, it was never on you. always him. whether it was from students, teachers, family, friends, hell, even the hecking sheep that belonged to the fading soul of a long gone man cared more for the kid. not even tommy, your father, paid more attention to you. he was always out, causing trouble even now. tubbo and ranboo, despite their efforts to keep michael safe, had somehow ended up with him becoming even more of a trouble maker than the three of them combined. you would much rather spend time with the fading soul, listening to his songs as you sat on the glass covering a crater. he claimed it gave him inspiration, to sit above the symphony he never finished.

  so, when you saw the small boy talking to others at lunch, you were conflicted. was it good, good he had gained more people, more friends? you never enjoyed sitting with him, having to listen to him speak for hours. he never even realized he was being annoying, causing trouble.  so, shouldn’t this have solved your problems? knocked them down the drain?

  and yet, you felt bad. staring at them on the playground, your soul hurt. you didn’t want to be like the fading soul, to feel like this. michael, turned to look behind him. the look on his face seeming like it was begging for you to walk over there. but you felt guilt. and so, you ran.

  “ghost!” you ran above the glass, making sure your steps weren’t too heavy footed.

  he looked up, from his sheet music and the guitar. “oh, hello. are you just getting back from school?” the area around was abandoned. after so many years of being near such a negative place, everyone left. deserted it. all that was left was the glass and the small, somehow still standing structures. at the very bottom of the pit was a sea of red, always growing but never moving, sitting dead yet alive.

  “yeah. it was a long day today. and i need advice. but first, do you have any music for me?” you sat in front of him, pulling out extra snacks from lunch out of your back.

  “music later, speak now. what’s wrong? do you need some blue?” anytime you seemed upset, ghost gave you blue. when tommy saw, he was nervous. more distant. you didn’t want him to see it, you didn’t want to drive him away. so, you used the dye for other things. your pants, your shirts hoodies, what ever could be dyed. all of it, a deep blue the color of old, burnt suits, used for a country few actually remembered.

  “no, no blue today, ghost. i still have some from last time, so thank you. and i need to ask a question. if i do not like someone, should i help them when they are in trouble?” you laid back, the cold of the glass hitting your neck.

  “it really depends, what has this person done? in the past, i’ve been wronged by others. heavily.” in his eyes, you could see the healing wounds that may never form, as he felt the blue wool in his hands. the memories of a father and a brother and a sheep, you could see them in the fading soul. 

  “i was helped, or at least he tried to help me. i didn’t like him. as far as my knowledge goes, he did not like me. he hurt those i loved. even so, he helped me. tried to save me. it backfired, badly. but he still tried. i owe him my gratitude, i wish i could repay him. for all he’s done.” he stared down, reminiscing. the ever living dying red shone in the setting sun.

  “so, to conclude, you should help him, in my opinion. i think its good, to help others, even when they’ve wronged you. build amends, y’know?” he looked down to you, who was sitting silently.

  “thanks ghost. can you play me something now?” you watched him sigh. you needed to think about what to do, how to go about this. slowly, you heard the faint sounds of a guitar begin.

  “the cute bomber jacket you've had since sixth form…”

  in the morning, you were ready. at school you pestered michael to no end, speaking when he didn’t. he looked sad? here’s some blue dye my friend gave me , its supposed to make you happy! it’s even the same color of that sheep you like. when the older boys tried to approach him at lunch, you ran with him over to the swings.

  “michael, push me on the swings! after i’ll push you and we can try to knock each other off!” he pushed you higher and higher and higher. piglins are stronger than you expected.

  for weeks, it was like this. constant talking. michael, despite his usual talkativeness, was quiet. it was tuesday, and you couldn’t find him anywhere. what if those boys were rude to him? is he gonna get hurt? he may be strong, but he’s small. you found him surrounded by taller boys in the corner.

  “hey!” you screamed at them, inwardly terrified. dad had always said to be strong so be strong, ‘don’t be a pussy’ he would say (in a joking manner of course).

  “the hell you gonna do, shortie?” on of the boys turned around, laughing at you.

  “go away!” the boys chuckled again and you felt the anger flow through you. “fuck off you pussies! you cunts!” you screamed at them, using words you’ve heard your dad say. you pushed them over and grabbed michael’s hand. time to run. the boys chased you throughout the woods as you made your way to the location. once you reached the small forest clearing, they were gone. you started walking with him to the crater.

  michael was silent before looking at you. “... why’d you help me? i thought you hated me.”

  “i... i don’t hate you. not anymore at least! i was mad for dumb reasons and found you annoying because of that. but now, i know that its fine.” you tried to explain your self to him.

  “i always talked to you because i don’t like talking to others. i didn’t want you to feel lonely. i know uncle tommy doesn’t talk with you much. he gets nervous.”

  this was new information. “why does dad get nervous?”

  “i think it has something to do with his own dad. he might be scared of being like him, disappointing you.”

  “...oh. i’m sorry. for being bad to you.”

  “it’s okay. we’re friends now, right?” he looked over to you, smiling.

  you stared down at him. “yeah, yeah we are.” after some silent walking, you arrived at the crater. ghost was sitting on the glass.

  “ghost!” you ran to him, dragging michael with him. “ghost, this is michael. michael, this is ghost.” you proudly stood, making michael shake hands with him. he visibly cringed at the coldness of ghost’s hand.

  “oh, hello michael. would you like some blue?”

  you all sat, talking. you told michael about ghost’s guitar skills and the two of you forced him to play you songs. you were friends now, and it would stay that way.

  when the sun went down and you got home, your parents were pissed. your dad was on his knees, crying. he held you in a hug around your waist. “why are you crying?”

  “i was so worried about you. don’t do that shit to me again, okay?” you looked up at you and held your face in his hands.

  “...okay dad. okay.” you bent down and hugged him as the fading soul watched from a distance.

late post tonight aaaaa

y’know, i really need to stop going off track from asks just to write found family type fluff 

but nonetheless, i hope you enjoyed 

also is it spelt michael or michEal bc on the dsmp wiki its michAel but idk??

[griffnoir]

i had this idea for a fic that i just wanted to share bc i thought it was neat and i know i will never write it under the cut : regulus black and severus snape, young and not that desperate, team up to defeat voldemort (for better and for worse)

- we are in 79. regulus goes to retrieve the locket, happy to die a sad and heroic death BUT kreacher brings him back to grimmauld place against his orders. he is dying... because of a potion... kreacher knows someone who knows shit about potions... regulus lives au! severus gets kidnapped by a nasty house-elf :/ he def had better sundays but that’s fine: he helps his fellow death-eater bc it’s what one does (everything for the cause!)

- regulus heals. regulus isn’t so happy about it (one cannot even kill oneself in this economy) then the conversation goes: reg : hey do u wanna know something that will get u killed? sev : no. reg : so the dark lord has made this thing called an horcrux... :D sev : T.T fuck why would u say that to me

- severus had doubts(tm) about this death-eater thing. this is the tipping point. so they are here, 18 and 19, one braincell between them, deciding after multiple identity crisis that they will kill the dark lord or die trying (they have better faith in the dying part but that’s ok they have nothing to lose) - they both know too much so this is a sort of race against time reg : i guess we could go to dumbledore sev : lol we are not THAT desperate

- they don’t go to dumbledore ://

- it is very important to me that they can’t fucking stand each other on the best of days. like: severus is severus, the little rat(affectionate) but i always thought of regulus as a mix between sirius and draco, plus whatever u want (this is not a good mix). the guy is pampered, rich, posh and a bloody nuisance of a person (also a dedicated blood supremacist); severus isn’t a Black so for once in his life he is actually the well-adjusted one - this doesn’t augure well for their enterprise

- do they succeed? yes. how? dumb luck. also they have a “they didn’t know it was impossible so they did it” type of thing going on. regulus’ superpower is the fact that he is rich, has connections and that nobody suspects him of anything. severus’ one is pure spite and the hogging of the braincell; they both think they are the brain behind this operation and that they are superior to the other in the ways that count (actually they are both just clowns)

- one of the only thing they share is the ultimate goal of killing voldemort; also, they both have somebody on the other side they don’t want ending up dead, so there is that; moreover they are both stressed out of their minds (the self-medication is strong and it could become a problem)

- they have to juggle their public life, their death-eater life and their hunting horcruxes life. it gets complicated :(

- grey-ish moral decisions are made, but hey! one has to do what one has to do

- how do they find the horcruxes? perhaps with the help of dark magic? through inside knowledge? a bit of both? regulus could know where is the diary/ the cup; if u know what u are looking for, nagini is an obvious answer; the ring can be found with minimal research on tom riddle; the diadem can be a lucky find (one could call it an educated guess lol)

- regulus learns that he can actually stand up for himself without his family weighing in and that his whole worldview is in fact a giant with feet of clay. severus that he can lead his life without idly surfing on the consequences of his bad decisions and can change things for the better by acting on them. that’s great. they are doing great. they are fucking terrified for their lifes.

- they end up begrudgingly respecting each other. are they friends? loaded question. perhaps.

- in this au, severus does also report the prophecy to the dark lord, then panics when the potters are brought up. sev and reg pass the information to the order one way or another and this just speeds up their research

- they kill nagini on the sly: it’s a shitshow of epic proportion, but they get away with it bc uh... who would think them able of such a feat? it’s def an highly-trained task force or something. sad that the snake got in the way though :/ (there is no more horcrux, the dark lord is mortal once more)

- who kills voldemort? neither of them. it would be cool, but no. the obvious choice would rather be dumbledore, and why not, in an impressive duel for the ages. personally i would prefer someone from the order, why not one of the youngsters: sirius? remus (a fucking win for the werewolves if it’s the case)? if we are only in 80, why not a peter who has not yet turned traitor lmao? if it’s one of them it’s just totally anti-climatic

- hell yeah! voldemort is trully, trully dead! the one who killed him is hailed as an hero and everybody lived happily ever after! severus and regulus will never have to speak to each other again!

- no.

- the hunt for the death-eaters begins: names are being dropped left and right. regulus doesn’t even go to trial bc he throws money at his problems; severus is not so lucky and gets rounded up in the most stupid way possible, also he thinks he deserves azkaban bc he did some shady shit and likes the martyr vibes reg, who has outgrown his suicidal tendencies: shit i need to save this punk’s ass since he won’t do it himself

- are regulus and his money enough to exonerate severus? perhaps. living with the morale high ground of having brought down the dark lord could be enough to rebuild a decent life for themselves; would they have closure? in a bittersweet way they could

- if it’s not enough, regulus being THAT desperate, he would go to the biggest bully of the playground aka dumbledore. a dumbledore ready to believe that voldemort would be coming back, until this scrawny (almost) 20 years-old goes “nah, we took care of that for you, you are welcome! also, since the whole wizarding world has a debt for us or something, could u pls bail my colleague? friend? out that would be great” albus : ... what?

- i just want a fun reveal; in the future to have regulus talking to his brother, severus to lily (at least for one good talk, i don’t ask for much), just to have that closure pls :’(

- 10 years later or something rita skeeter digs up the whole convulated story it’s glorious. nobody wants that

i don’t have anything else but it was fun to think about