#the second is that he gets to showoff how awesome his friends and family are

[quirkyasfok]

What if like the bnha series was an in canon thing. Like in the future a company came to Deku asking to make a manga/anine about his life (ofs is no longer a secret do to shit going down), and after talking to his friends and family (and getting their permission cuz u know he would) he agrees to it.

And like Bakugou knew he was going to get some backlash for the bullying and his shit attitude and he was fine with that... Deku and him had talked and come to terms on that shit years ago, but... what he wasnt expecting was his entire fanbase and everyone around him to start referring to him as Kacchan and only Kacchan

And he has like a total kick ass hero name too but no

He is now only Kacchan

He's so fucking pissed about it

[transientwordsmith]

Macbeth-Theatre Kid AU

This is my Macbeth fanfic. It is an American High School Theatrea Kid AU. Characters: Macbeth, Lady Macbeth, Banquo, Malcolm, Macduff, Lady Macduff, Siward, Seyton. Word Count: ~4500

Macbeth walked into the first day of school with a sense of pride. His junior year. Almost the oldest in the school. His last year he didn’t have to worry about college. He was going to have such a good time this year.

But of course not without his best friend Banquo. Macbeth spotted him next to a vending machine.

“Banquo!” Macbeth called. “Banquo! Over here!” Macbeth ran over and clapped Banquo on the shoulder. “Good to see you,” he said.

“Macbeth it’s only been two weeks since I last saw you,” Banquo said.

“I know, but I miss you.” Macbeth hugged Banquo. Banquo chuckled.

“Always so dramatic…” he mused. Macbeth let go of Banquo.

“How else would I get the lead in the school play?” he asked. Banquo gave him a knowing smile and the two of them started inside.

The duo walked down the hall asking about the other’s summer, even though they knew full well that they had spent the better part of it together. Suddenly, a door to Macbeth’s right opened and a pretty blonde girl exited the room.

“Lady!” He greeted the girl. “Walk with us.”

And she did. Lady was Macbeth’s sister. She was somehow always surprised when he acted like they hadn’t seen each other in a million years, even if they had only seen each other last a few hours ago.

“Hello, you two,” Lady greeted Banquo and Macbeth rather impatiently. “Where are you going?”

“To see what show we’re putting on, duh!” Macbeth exclaimed as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Banquo rolled his eyes.

“You know auditions aren’t even until the end of September…” he said.

There was a large bulletin board at the end of the hall. It was covered in posters, both new and old. The actual cork had so many holes one might mistake it for a sponge. But lo and behold, right in front was a rather large poster for the show “Guys and Dolls”. The poster read:

Guys and Dolls Auditions

September 28, 29, and 30

Make an appointment today!

sweird@dunsinane.edu

“Oh my god!” Macbeth yelled. “I love ‘Guys and Dolls’!”

“I know, me too,” Banquo said, not matching Macbeth’s enthusiasm. Lady side-eyed them both.

“If you like it so much, audition,” she said. Macbeth wouldn’t stop staring at the poster.

“I know I’m going to get Nathan Detroit! I just know it,” he said with confidence. Banquo nodded with a smile.

“Ms. Weird practically told you that you were going to get the part last June,” Banquo remembered. The three of them stared at the poster for just a bit longer before remembering that they had other classes, too.

…

The first day of school. As a junior, no less. Macduff had to admit, he was a bit excited. For school in general, but also for the school play. Last June, Ms. Weird, his best friend and stage manager, Malcolm and he had picked “Guys and Dolls” to perform this year.

What he wasn’t so excited about, however, was Macbeth. Macbeth was one of the most arrogant people Macduff had ever met. Macbeth thought the whole world should revolve around him and that everything should tailor to him. Sorry, kiddo, but the world just doesn’t work that way, Macduff thought.

Macduff walked into the Dunsinane Academy courtyard and caught Malcolm’s eye. Malcolm walked over to him.

“How was your summer?” Malcolm asked.

“Great, and yours?” Macduff deflected. His summer was horribly boring, to say the least.

“Oh, it was amazing. I went to this sleepaway camp that was a lot of fun. They have a Christmas program too for families. I think I’ll go.” Malcolm said.

“Don’t go for too long,” Macduff warned. “I don’t want to be alone with Macbeth while you’re gone.”

Malcolm’s happy demeanor quickly changed after Macbeth was brought up.

“Oh, right. I forgot how much you don’t like him,” he said.

It was truly a wonder how Malcolm could forget after Macduff had nearly been suspended last year for getting in a fistfight with Macbeth.

“It’s alright,” Macduff said. “I’ll be okay. Let’s get to class before we’re late.”

…

Late August turned into Early September turned into almost October. Leaves were falling off trees and some ambitious people began putting out Halloween decorations. Macbeth’s family was one of those families. They had lots of big, gaudy decorations. But there was something more important than the rapid arrival of Halloween: auditions.

Macbeth wanted to get his audition over with quickly so he could be cast, so he made his appointment for the 28th of September. Banquo’s wasn’t until the 29th.

He had prepared “Wait for it” from Hamilton as his audition piece. Ms. Weird had thrown a fit last time someone tried to audition with a pop song.

At Dunsinane, they were lucky enough to have a small black box theatre in which rehearsals and auditions could be held. Macbeth opened the door at exactly 3:24.

“Macbeth? Is that you?” Ms. Weird called from out of sight.

“‘Tis I!” Macbeth said in a loud voice. “The great Macbeth!” He ventured farther into the room and found Ms. Weird sitting behind a desk with her back to the door.

“Are you ready to begin?” She asked. “You have your song and scenes?”

Macbeth nodded. The audition commenced.

“So? How’d it go?” came Banquo’s voice over the phone.

“I think it went very well,” Macbeth said. “Ms. Weird practically told me I’d get the lead.”

“What did she say?”

“She said ‘Very well done, Macbeth. I should think that you will get a sizable role this year!’”

“That’s great!”

“I know!”

…

Macduff walked into Ms. Weird’s black box theatre. It was arguably one of his favorite rooms in the whole school.

“Hey, Ms. Weird,” Macduff greeted.

“Macduff! Wonderful timing. Malcolm and I were just going to get started on casting.” Ms. Weird indicated to her left, where Malcolm was sitting with a computer in his lap.

“Hold on, hold on,” Malcolm requested. “A few more minutes, please. I am no tech genius over here.”

“They’ve been recorded? I’ve always wanted permanent documentation of complete showoffs!” Macduff said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Once Malcolm had finally figured out how to work the video program, the three of them huddled around the laptop to watch the videos.

There was one that stood out to Macduff: A senior called Duncan Inverness. Macduff told Malcolm so, and Malcolm agreed.

“Ms. Weird? What do you think about Duncan?” Malcolm asked. Ms. Weird took a moment to consider him before giving her answer.

“He seems great! He’s a senior, right?” she asked. Macduff and Malcolm nodded in agreement. “Good. We can cast him as Nathan Detroit.”

…

The cast list went up on the morning of October 2nd. And that was the day Macbeth’s life was ruined.

GUYS AND DOLLS CAST LIST:

Nathan Detroit - Duncan Inverness

Miss Adelaide - Seyton

Sarah Brown - Lucy Duff

Sky Masterson - Donalbain Inverness

Nicely-Nicely Johnson - Macbeth

Macbeth didn’t read any further than that. He was utterly devastated. He wanted to scream and shout and break some things. How is this possible? Macbeth wondered. Ms. Weird practically told me I was going to get a lead! Nicely-Nicely Johnson? What kind of a role is that?

“Hey! I got Harry the Horse!” Banquo’s voice ripped Macbeth out of his thoughts. “And you got Nicely-Nicely Johnson! Awesome! I love his part in “Sit Down, You’re Rocking the Boat.” Macbeth stumbled past him, down the hall.

“I need to find Lady,” he mumbled, dazed.

Lady was outside, under a tree, completely oblivious to Macbeth’s devastation.

“Lady!” Macbeth called. “Lady!”

“What do you want,” Lady said, exasperated. She marked her book with her thumb and looked up and him expectantly.

“Lady, I got Nicely-Nicely Johnson,” Macbeth explained. Lady did not see what was wrong.

“That’s great!” She said. “Doesn’t he have a solo song?”

“That’s not the point!” Macbeth lamented. He collapsed on the ground next to Lady and buried his face in his hands.

“Dear God,” Lady swore. “If you want that lead, why don’t you do something about it. I mean, you said you’d do anything just last night, didn’t you?”

Macbeth looked up at her.

“I did say that, yes,” Macbeth agreed. Lady looked at him with a sly look. Macbeth returned it with a blank one. It was a few moments before he realized what she was implying. Then a crafty smile took over his features.

That night Macbeth sped through his homework even faster than usual. Then, he opened his computer and began to type furiously. Google, Facebook, Dunsinane Academy website, the city newspaper, anywhere Macbeth thought he could find dirt on Duncan. He was going to get that role no matter what it took.

…

Macduff saw Duncan walking in the opposite direction from him. He seemed to be going somewhere in a hurry.

“Hi, Duncan,” Macduff greeted. Duncan threw him a dirty look and sped past him. Macduff was confused--he got the lead part! What did he have to be upset at him about?

Macduff opened the door and stepped inside. There he saw Macbeth, with a smug look on his face. His friend Banquo stood next to him with a pained smile on his face.

“I’m so happy for you,” Banquo said, sounding insincere.

Macduff turned to see what the two boys were looking at. There he saw Ms. Weird erasing Duncan’s name on the whiteboard as Nathan Detroit, and rewriting Macbeth’s name.

No.

No.

No.

This cannot be happening.

Macduff tried to play it cool, and not freak out. He wanted to keep his position as set designer, after all.

“What’s going on?” he asked, even though he knew full well what was going on.

“Macbeth found some rather...unsavory information regarding Duncan,” Ms. Weird explained. “As a reward, I agreed to recast him. He was going to be our second choice, after all.”

Macduff had forgotten about that. He had only agreed to let Macbeth be the secret understudy because they had no one else who had enough talent to do it. Something felt wrong about this though…

“What did Duncan do that we had to cut him?” Macduff asked.

Macbeth looked even smugger than before (if that was even possible).

“I heard that he cheated on his Physics final last year. And, I figured that Ms. Weird would want to know,” he said. He pointed to a handwritten sign on the door that read “We support academic integrity in this classroom”. 

Macduff recalled when this sign was put up. It had been because a few actors had been cheating on their tests. The administration had asked Ms. Weird to cut them from the show. It hadn’t hurt the production much since those actors were in the ensemble, but since then academic integrity had been a very serious topic in Ms. Weird’s classroom.

“Duncan’s not the type…” Macduff mused.

“No, but he did,” Ms. Weird said seriously.

Macduff shook his head and sighed. He was sorry to see Duncan go. He looked up at Macbeth, to see if he showed any sign of remorse at all, but he was still smiling brightly, oblivious to the fact that he probably cost Duncan his theatrical future.

…

Despite his smug demeanor, Macbeth was terrified. Duncan had not actually cheated on his physics final last year. What really happened was that he took a practice test with notes. The test was not meant to be open book, so his teacher let it slide with a few docked points. All Macbeth had to do was fudge a few details and bing bang boom, Duncan was cut and Macbeth was now the lead.

Macduff seemed less than thrilled about this, but Macbeth wasn’t miffed. He knew that Macduff didn’t like him much anyway. 

Malcolm came in behind Macduff and pushed past him.

“What’s going on?” he asked.

“What do you mean?” Macduff asked him.

“I just saw Duncan throwing rocks and screaming outside,” Malcolm said. “What’s that all about?” Macduff thew Macbeth a cool look.

“I’ll let Macbeth explain,” he said.

Macbeth was getting sick of explaining this more than once. He wasn’t prepared to have to tell everyone who came in the door.

“Duncan violated the academic integrity rule so he was cut,” Macbeth said simply. Banquo nodded behind him.

Malcolm threw up his hands.

“Are you serious?” he shouted. “This can’t be true.” Malcolm stabbed an accusatory finger at Macbeth. He left in a huff, muttering to himself. Macduff put his bag down and ran after him.

“So, when’s the first rehearsal?” Macbeth asked.

…

Macduff sped down the hall after Malcolm.

“Malcolm! Hold on!” Macduff shouted. Malcolm kept speed walking until he found the room he was looking for. He threw the door open and slammed it behind him. Macduff followed him inside.

“Malcolm?” Macduff asked the room. The two of them were alone. All of the desks were stacked at the back of the classroom, the walls were barren, and the lights were off. The classroom appeared to be unused, but even so, it was open.

Macduff caught sight of Malcolm as he was throwing a script at the wall. He threw it with force and papers exploded everywhere. Malcolm covered his face with his hands.

“It was supposed to go well this year,” He all but sobbed.

“Hey,” Macduff said consolingly, setting aside his own anger for a moment. “It’ll be just fine, okay? We can fix it. We’ll figure it out.”

The two of them sat on the floor for a few minutes, not saying a word, before picking up the script, which was quite a few pages, and heading to the woodshop to begin working on the set.

…

Macduff and Malcolm didn’t come back that day. Banquo and Macbeth sat together while Macbeth highlighted all of his new lines. Banquo, who had been in the ensemble before, took on Macbeth’s previous role as Nicely-Nicely Johnson.

“I love his song,” Banquo had said.

“I know, Banquo,” Macbeth said.

When the final bell rang at the end of the day, Macbeth was anxious to find Lady. He had to confide his troubles in her.

“Lady,” he said. “Are you sure this was the right thing to do? I mean, Malcolm and Macduff are really upset. They’re probably going to bust me!”

“It’ll be fine, Macbeth. You’re going to seem suspicious. You got this far, just stay on the down-low.” Lady told him. Macbeth took a breath of confidence and stool taller than he had before. He put on a smile and escorted Lady out of the school.

Later that evening, Banquo called. This wasn’t uncommon, so Macbeth had no qualms about answering.

“Macbeth?” Banquo asked.

“What’s going on?” Macbeth replied.

“Macbeth, I feel like something fishy is going on,” Banquo confessed.

“Like what?” Macbeth was getting nervous.

“Like, in the show.”

“You mean how Nathan and Adelaide never get married? I know, it’s so weird.”

“No, that’s not what I mean.”

“What do you mean, then?”

“I mean...I don’t mean to say that you’re a liar or something...but Macduff was right, I think. Duncan isn’t the type to do something like that. It feels wrong to have ruined him like that. You know?”

Macbeth felt like the floor had been ripped out from under him.

“No, I don’t know. I’ll see you tomorrow, Banquo,” he said coldly.

“Macbeth, wait-”

Macbeth ended the call.

…

That day after school Macduff went home with Malcolm. They had started planning out the set for the show that afternoon but could hardly focus, so they put it off until later.

Later is here.

Macduff scribbled an idea down in his notebook.

“I was thinking we could do something like this,” he showed Malcolm. “It could either be a drawing on plywood or a drop or something but I don’t think we should have any other drops.” Malcolm nodded.

“That looks cool. You can draw it on or something and then we can get some ensemble people to paint it. For techie points.” Malcolm said.

“Yeah,” Macduff agreed.

The design was a cartoonish New York skyline. Windows were yellow, the sky was navy with white stars, and each building had a long spire.

“Okay, what else?” Malcolm asked. Macduff consulted his notebook.

“Shop facades, The mission, something for Havana, a platform for the Hot Box, and so, so many other things.” Macduff said, burying his face in Malcolm’s bed.

“We can draw up some plans and delegate this stuff to the newbies. Ms. Weird will show them how to do it.” Malcolm told Macduff.

“Are you sure?” Macduff asked.

“Yes,” Malcolm said with determination. “Because while they’re doing that, we are going to sabotage Macbeth.”

…

Macbeth was enjoying his time at the top. He truly was. But it was not without this horrible guilt following him wherever he went. He was avoiding Banquo today--partially because Banquo was also avoiding him. But also…

There were a few people in Ms. Weird’s room when Macbeth got there. It was lunch hour, after all.

“Ms. Weird?” Macbeth asked with trepidation.

“Yes, sweetheart?” Ms. Weird acknowledged him. Macbeth could hardly bring himself to say the words. But he needed this assurance.

“I caught Banquo cheating on an important project last night.”

Ms. Weird looked down at the table and sighed before looking back up at Macbeth.

“Thank you for telling me, dear,” she said. She turned around and began editing the cast list on the whiteboard again.

“Macduff and Malcolm are going to have my head on a plate…” Macbeth could hear her muttering. Me too, Macbeth thought. He left quickly to find Lady. He figured she could give him some respite before he had to face Banquo.

But when has Macbeth ever been that lucky? As he was leaving, Banquo came through the front doors of the school building.

“Hey,” Macbeth tried. Banquo sped past him into Ms. Weird’s room. It was only a few moments before he came storming back out again. Banquo slammed his shoulder against Macbeth’s on his way back outside. Macbeth was alone in the hallway.

Macbeth found Lady sitting alone in a secluded corner of the school yard. When he sat down next to her, she startled.

“Are you okay?” Macbeth asked her.

“Yes, yes, I’m fine,” Lady said very unconvincinly.

“What’s going on?”

“Nothing, nothing. I just don’t want to see certain people right now.”

“Oh, should I leave?”

“No.” Lady put her hand on Macbeth’s thigh. “You can stay.”

They sat in silence for a moment.

“Banquo got cut today,” Macbeth said.

“What? Why?” Lady demanded.

“Oh, it doesn’t matter.” Macbeth regretted telling her anything.

“I swear to god, Macbeth, if this was your fault I’ll kill you. Duncan, already hates me because I’m your sister. Why don’t you keep adding people to his army, huh?” Lady berated him. Macbeth was at a loss. There was no way he could come out of this on top unless he let Lady take the fall. Which,

“You seem to be handling it pretty well,” Macbeth observed.

Lady slapped him in the face.

“I changed my mind. Go away.” 

Macbeth obeyed and left quickly. As he approached the school doors he saw Banquo leaving out of the corner of his eye. Macbeth decided to go back to Ms. Weird’s room.

Ms. Weird wasn’t there when Macbeth arrived. He decided to sit on the long table at the front of the room.

Macbeth noticed a magic 8 ball sitting near the white board. He decided to ask a few questions.

“Will I become rich and famous?” he asked.

Don’t count on it.

“Okay…” Macbeth was a bit disappointed. He decided to ask some more questions.

“Will Guys and Dolls be the best Dunsinane production yet?”

As I see it, yes.

“Sweet!” Then he remembered Macduff and Malcolm.

“What about Malcolm and Macduff?” He asked.

Concentrate and ask again.

Right, Macbeth thought. I can’t be vague.

“Will Malcolm and Macduff hinder my greatness?”

Better not tell you now.

“Fine, be like that.” Macbeth said and set the 8 ball down.

Suddenly, the door opened, and a girl walked in. Macbeth recognized her as Maduff’s younger sister.

“Is Ms. Weird here?” she asked Macbeth.

“No, sweetheart, she isn’t,” Macbeth said, an idea forming. He had a bad feeling about Macduff and Malcolm, and he knew exactly what to do about it.

…

Malcolm and Macduff sat down next to each other in their next class, their fingers intertwined. They both gave each other a look of knowing: this was their last respite before rehearsal today. It was not the first, but they were nowhere near their last. Malcolm and Macduff were not excited, to say the least.

After class, Macduff and Malcolm split up, albeit begrudgingly. Malcolm had to supervise the rehearsal and answer any stupid questions the actors undoubtably had, while Macduff was taking Siward and a few other freshmen to the woodshop to work on the set. One of those freshmen was supposed to be his sister, but she was not here.

“Has anyone seen my sister today?” Macduff asked the group. He was sure he saw her going to first period this morning but it couldn’t hurt to ask.

They all shook their heads no. Let me ask Malcolm if she’s in Ms. Weird’s room, Macduff thought. He took out his phone.

Macduff: hey is my sister near you

Malcolm: no why

Macduff: i cant find her

Malcolm: so why don't you text her

What a great idea. Why hadn’t Macduff thought of it before? Macduff opted to give her a call. It rang a few times before she picked up.

“Hello?” came a shaky voice.

“Hey,” Macduff greeted. “Where are you?” All Macduff could hear was the sound of ragged breathing for a few moments.

“It doesn’t matter. I’ll see you when I get home. Oh, and by the way, don’t try to get me back while that group of jerk-wads are still there,” Macduff’s sister said through quiet sobs.

“What jerk-wads?” Macduff asked nobody, since the call had ended. Macduff knew everyone on the cast, and they were all so friendly and kind, except…

“I need to go,” Macduff told the freshmen. “You all can go home.”

…

Macbeth was running lines with Seyton when Macduff burst in. He had a determined glint in his eye. Malcolm walked up to him and they started chatting animatedly. Macbeth was having trouble focusing on the scene.

Macduff and Malcolm both looked back at Macbeth before leaving the room, leaving Macbeth with a sinking feeling.

Once he was sure Macduff and Malcolm wouldn’t come back, Macbeth grabbed the 8 ball again and shook it.

“Are Macduff and Malcolm plotting against me?” Macbeth asked it.

Outlook not so good.

This put Macbeth somewhat at ease. The rehearsal continued as usual. Afterward, Macbeth went home with no qualms about Malcolm and Macduff.

…

His first mistake, arguably. Macduff had seen Macbeth shaking the 8 ball through the little window in the door.

“What are you looking at?” Malcolm had asked.

“Macbeth is consulting an 8 ball,” Macduff had said, chuckling.

He and Malcolm came up with a plan to get Macbeth expelled from the theatre program: confront him. It was so simple they almost didn’t consider it.

“Really? Who’s gonna believe us? Who’s gonna prove him wrong?” Macduff had asked.

“Duncan, and Banquo. And your sister,” Malcolm had reassured him.

“And after this ordeal is all over?”

“We’ll restore people’s old roles. And continue as normal.”

They set the date for Friday. That meant they had Wednesday and Thursday to talk to Banquo and Duncan and to formulate some backup plans. They would not leave for Christmas break before this was set right.

…

Macbeth walked into school on Friday morning nervous. He had felt confident on Wednesday afternoon and on Thursday, but walking into school was giving him second thoughts. He saw Duncan and some of his friends hanging out together, side-eying Macbeth. Banquo eyed Macbeth from afar and Macduff’s sister had a strange glint in her eye.

On Thursday evening, Lady came down with a fever. Their parents wouldn’t let her come to school. Macbeth was alone and paranoid.

Macbeth walked from class to class trying to be as big and intimidating as possible, to hide his fear. He would not let these people, who were arguably lesser than him, know that he wanted to become as small and invisible as possible.

Dread could not even begin to describe what Macbeth felt when he approached Ms. Weird’s room that afternoon. He pushed open the door with immense trepidation. Seyton and Siward were chatting in the corner, but there was no one else there.

Macbeth snuck behind Ms. Weird’s desk and grabbed the magic 8 ball one last time.

“Will I perform in the show this winter?” Macbeth asked. A direct question has to work, he thought.

The 8 ball landed on the tip between two responses. Macbeth shook it again.

Ask again later.

At that moment, Malcolm pushed the door open, followed by Macduff, his sister, Banquo, Duncan, Ms. Weird, and Mr. Birnham, the principal.

“Hello, Macbeth. Nice to see you,” Macduff greeted Macbeth with a cool tone. Macbeth gave a small wave.

“Macbeth,” Mr. Birnham said. “Have a seat. Please.”

Macbeth sat and Macbeth listened. He listened as Mr. Birnham recounted what had happened in the last two weeks. Macbeth’s peers nodded along with Mr. Birnham and gave each other premature celebratory smiles.

“Now, you understand that you will not be able to participate in the Dunsinane Theatre Program anymore, yes?” Mr. Birnham asked.

“What?” Macbeth exclaimed. “That’s ridiculous!”

“This is what you get for stepping on your friends,” Banquo said.

“Couldn’t have said it better myself.” Macduff gave Banquo a high five.

Macbeth stood and walked toward the door. He took one last look at Ms. Weird’s classroom--which he would never see again--before leaving to go home. Macbeth just barely saw Ms. Weird editing the cast list on the whiteboard out of the corner of his eye.

…

The door closed quietly. The people in the room just stared at it for a moment. Then, Malcolm enveloped Macduff in a bone-crushing hug.

“Finally, we can get on with the show!” he exclaimed.

Someone started playing Green Day’s “Good Riddance”, and someone else put a box of cookies on Ms. Weird’s desk. The celebration was well under way.

It was a few days before Christmas vacation was supposed to begin. Dunsinane’s production of Guys and Dolls was about to close.

Malcolm stood in the wings. Macduff was in the booth. The actors were ready for the show to begin.

“Cue 1, stand by…” Malcolm said.

“Standing by…”Macduff responded.

The lights in the house went down.

“Cue 1, go.”

Macduff pressed the play button in the program. The music started.

“I’ve got the horse right here! His name is Paul Revere…” The actor began. This was going to be the best Dunsinane Production in a while.

[wolfimprints]

Im brazilian and thats very important to me. I hate dealing with negative feelings because they make overwhelmed and i just push them away and focus on other things. Im not exacly an empathic person but i always try to be, i ocassionally have moral flaws (like cursing a lot, but not calling other people names, responding to bullies when they come at me and stealing things from big bussiness) but nothing too serious. I'm a bit of a showoff and live my life thinking "if this was a movie it would be awesome it i did that", people say i can be very agressive but im actually really affectionable, i will get mad if people make fun of me for that. Im an elder sister and i often feel like a teen mother to my baby sister and my own mum, in school i dont have any problems besides loudly talking, cursing and responding back to bullies (teachers or not), i actually have great grades and my assignement are awesome. I sometimes mess with dangerous people for the sake of getting money since i've been job hunting for months and got nothing out of it and im ashamed to ask help from my neighbours, i dont touch drugs or alchohol since i think its disgusting and i hate the idea of losing control of my own body, i usually only steal things and the sell for them.

Back to school again: There is this guy who wants to beat me because i scratched his hand when he grabbed my head, something i had asked him to stop and he didn't, my friends thinks i picked the fight, same friends that usually belittle me but i still hang around for the sake of not being alone, im a bit scared to the fight, not that i will ever admit to anyone but strangers online, i hurt that guy (Paulo, a tall fag idiot) because i didn't wanted people to think they can hurt me, but im angry knowing i can't count on my friends. I feel very alone with them, alone and small and powerless, they are not all that bad but i dont like how they make fun of me but i can't explain it, i feel like im 7 years old again, i also hate how i feel like i can't be an real person without my family (i live with my mom, grandma, baby sister and six beautiful dogs). Im a 17 bisexual female, i like sports but im ashamed of doing in public because of my boobs and my collegues talking about it, i like a lot of songs and im very ecletic, i like supernatural horror things and i have an morbid fascination to female criminals, my favorite band is The Acid, i love black bis bar and kit kat, coffee and spicy foods, but i hate eating and drinking at the same time, i love shopping and skincare but i have spending money, i'm also very self disciplined in regards of my eating, like a schedule, people say i curse a lot but i dont think so, they are just pussies. Idk if that helps but my mbti is ESFP, 3w2, 371 so/sx. i think im being too extra but i like details. sorry.

I sip you with... PAUL!

Okay, so hear me out, it can go 2 ways: either it's an enemies-to-lovers scenario, where he was messing with you and he wasn't expecting you to respond the way you did, and he's intrigued ; or it's a "Guys, did you see how she shut that guy! Good for him!" and he'll be in awe.

Once you're officially together, you become such a powercoupleTM. No one dares mes up with you, no one! He lives for you to retort anything to anyone. And if it's a pack member - Sam included especially if it's Sam -, Paul won't be able to shut up about your skills and your courage.

Somehow, Leah and you would become bestfriends, dissing the pack 24/7, having no one to contradict you.

And, if you're not feeling all too good about yourself, one day, you can count on Paul to take your defense the second he sees you ain't in your best mood.

Thank you for requesting!

-M-C

[thelittleredheadedmusician]

Birthday Wishes

A very Happy Birthday to @pansexualcassiecain!!! May your day be filled with cake and love! And of course Cass.

Cass rolled over and stretched, kicking the blankets that had tangled themselves around her legs off of the bed. Groping the nightstand for her phone she squinted at the bright screen as she sat up. Roughly ten different text messages glowed at her, fighting to be opened first, all with various phrases of the same sentiment. She smiled and tapped her passcode in as she made her way to the kitchen and the food it held. 

Leaning against the counter Cass couldn’t stop herself from laughing into the apple she had grabbed for breakfast. The very first message she opened had been Steph’s and it contained a video her best friend had obviously compiled over the course of patrol the night before. Hopping onto her kitchen counter Cass turned the phone’s volume and got comfy as she tapped the screen to make it play.

“CAAAAAASSSSSS!!! IT’S YOUR DAY OF BIRTH!!!” Batgirl yelled at the camera. “As such I have taken it upon myself to gather you well wishes. This will likely need editing...” Batgirl trailed off and a look of concern flashed across her face before she immediately perked up, “Really O? Thank you! So what that was was that Oracle just said that she’d help me edit the video so Operation Birthday Wishes for Black Bat is a go!” The camera, Cass figured Steph had been using her phone to record this, turned around and she got a great view of the Gotham skyline as Batgirl fired a grapple and jumped off the roof with a woop.

The video then cut to an image of Red Robin in an alley cuffing a couple of thugs. “Double R! Redbird! My man, my boyo, my bestie!” Steph called from off screen. Tim looked at Steph and even Cass could tell he was quirking an eyebrow at their blonde friend from under his cowl. She stifled a laugh at the expression she knew she would later screen shot. 

“Batgirl? I- do I want to know?” Red Robin asked as he straightened up and nudged the thug slightly more to the side. 

“I’m gathering birthday wishes for Black Bat!” Steph told him, bouncing slightly on the balls of her feet if the video’s shaking was any indication. 

Tim grinned, “Ok. What do you want me to say?” he stepped closer to Steph and the camera. 

“Whatever you want! But keep it PG,” she replied. 

He laughed, “My name is Red Robin, not Red Hood. Alright. Happy Birthday Black Bat! You’re my favorite sister, even if you weren’t my only sister, and I’m honored to call you that.” He glanced down at the thug on the ground then back to the camera, “Yeah, he’s unconscious enough for this. Cass, you are an amazing dancer, fighter, and person. I’m so glad to know you and have the opportunity to work with you and learn from you. I missed you and can’t tell you how glad I am that you’re back in Gotham. I hope you have a wonderful birthday and by sure you stop by the manor at some point because you deserve cake.” He smiled and waved at the camera.

“Aw, that was sweet Timmy.” 

“Thanks. Now do you mind giving me a hand?”

The video cut to a rooftop, or at least Cass guessed it was a rooftop because the footage was shaking like crazy. “Red Hood! Wait! Agh! O? A little help on this one?” Steph shouted as she ran. The shaking and presumably Steph slowed as the figure she had been chasing stopped. “Thanks. I owe you like times a million at this point. Hood! Just two minutes! For Cass!”

Her brother crossed his arms over the red bat on his chest, “Fine. But only because I like Black Bat and Barbie asked nicely.”

“Um ouch.” Steph sassed as she adjusted her phone. “So I’m recording well wishes for Black Bat’s birthday. If you could just be nice for like two minutes I swear I’ll not bother you for the rest of the month.”

Jason laughed as he removed his helmet, just leaving the red domino underneath. “We both know that’s a false statement Blondie. Alright,” he addressed the camera, “Cass you are one helluva gal. Honest. You’re one of the few people in our messed up family that I actually like and that’s saying something cause you regularly eat my food.You’re goofy and have a heart that’s about six sizes too big. So double the Grinch’s!” He grinned at his own joke and Cass laughed as on the recording Stephanie groaned. “No comments from the peanut gallery,” Jason told Steph pointing a finger at her. “So yeah. Keep being awesome and have a great birthday sis.”

“Thank you Jason!”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just make sure Oracle knows that I’m expecting that takeout when I get back.” With that he put his helmet back on and jumped off the roof.

“Well somebody sure knows how to make a dramatic exit,” Steph mumbled causing Cass to lose it. She accidentally hit her head on the cabinet and pausing the video went to get ice.

Coming back she tapped play and the screen cut once more to a different roof, “C’mon Damian. It’s for Cass and you love her.”

“-tt- I do not.”

“You like her better than you like me.”

“I tolerate you Brown, I respect Cassandra. There is a difference or shall I get you a dictionary for your own birthday?” Her youngest brother snarked as he appeared on screen, sitting on the roof polishing his katanna.

“Fine. Whatever. But if you really respected her you would tell her so and since I am putting this together for her birthday...”

Robin tilted his head up and glared, Cass smiled because no matter how menacing he thought that face made him look she thought it made the baby bat down right huggable. “-tt- Fine.” He rearranged his features into a more pleasant expression before beginning, “Cassandra. You are a superb fighter with whom I am honored to train. Your discipline and skill is commendable and near incomparable. You are also a graceful dancer and have taught me much about how to be ‘normal’. Thank you for your companionship and may you have a pleasant birthday. That good?” Damian asked as he returned his attention to the sword in his lap.

“I honestly don’t know what that was but I’m gonna take it. Thanks Dami!” With that Steph must have took off running once again because the camera suddenly shifted and the images blurred. Cass burst out laughing at the still audible “No names in the field fatgirl!”

The video next cut to an image of the cave where still in his Nightwing suit but the mask discarded Dick was practicing he gymnastics. “Yeah! Anything for Cass!” He said as he flipped himself onto his hands and walked on them to where Steph must have been standing at the edge of the mats. Flipping himself back onto his feet he grinned at the camera. 

“Showoff.” Cass muttered with a grin at her brother. 

“Cass, you are one of the kindest, most selfless people and I’m proud to call you my little sister. I love watching Disney movies together and when we dance and play tag. Thank you for braving my cooking and always watching over Tim and Steph. I hope you have an excellent birthday and I promise we’ll have another movie marathon soon.” He then grinned and blew a kiss to the camera. Cass smiled at that, knowing it was his way of trying to speak her language.

“That was cute. Thanks Dick.”

“Anytime. B is poking around the computer if you still need him.” Dick said as he went back to his gymnastics.

“I do, thanks!”

It then cut to an image of Batman silhouetted against the cave’s huge computer screen. “Batman? Do you have a second? It’s for Black Bat’s birthday.”

The large man turned around and pushed the cowl off his face, “For you kids I can always make time.” Cass could just imagine her best friend squirming slightly at that.

“Uh, cool. Um, thanks. So I’m collecting birthday wishes for Cass if you’d like to say anything.”

Bruce nodded and turned to stare directly into the camera, “Cassandra, you are the best daughter any father could hope for and you make us all very proud. I hope you have a happy birthday.” The corners of his mouth twitched up in the barest hint of a smile before he turned his attention back to Steph. “Good?”

“Perfect, thanks B.” The camera then dropped to point at the floor and Steph practically ran away. Once again it swooped to look at Steph, “You got an almost smile out of Batman. You are definitely the favorite.” Cass grinned, she knew she was the favorite.

The next cut was to the manor’s kitchen where Alfred sat at the table with a cup of tea. “A birthday message for Miss Cassandra? I can certainly do that.”

“Aw thanks Alfred!” 

Clearing his throat Alfred smiled at the camera, “Miss Cassandra, you are one of the most beautiful, intelligent, and talented young women I’ve had the pleasure of meeting. Your compatriots obviously some of the others,” at this Cass could hear Steph give a soft “aww” and she couldn’t help but blush at the older man’s kind words. “I know that if you even accomplish half as much with the rest of your life as you already have it would be a feat. May you have a wonderful birthday and please stop by for cake.” He gave a short nod and smiled.

“Perfect. Thank you Alfred.”

“Anything for you girls Miss Stephanie.”

The next scene was on the rooftops of Gotham once more and Steph had managed to track down Duke and Harper in the same spot. “I thought we were going to all go get ice cream tomorrow?” Harper asked as she put a hand on her hip.

“Well yeah but I’m doing this too. You really think the boys would get ice cream with us?”

“Touche.”

“I’d get ice cream with you guys.” Duke said looking between the camera and the blue-haired girl.

“Alright, I’ll text you when and where later.” Harper told him with a shrug.

“Alright, on topic I need your birthday wishes for Cass.” Steph told the other teenagers.

“Cassandra the magnificent,” Harper began with a wicked grin. “You my lovely are stunning in more ways then one. You make me laugh constantly and always know exactly what I’m feeling. You are one of my best friends and I’m so happy to have you in my life. I hope that you special day is just as special as you are!” She laughed a bit and made a goofy heart out of her fingers to point at the camera. Cass grinned down at the image and made a mental note to screenshot that later too.

“My turn? Ok, Cass you are truly one in a million. You don’t talk much but that’s never stopped you from teasing me and cracking jokes. You’ve always been nothing but welcoming to me and for that I thank you. I hope that you have a great birthday.” Cass smiled a Duke, the two hadn’t known each other long but they were quickly becoming great friends.

The last cut was to the inside of the Clocktower where Barbara sat in front of her computer screens. “Whenever you’re ready Babs.” Steph said and the redhead nodded. “Cass, when I first met you I had no idea how close we would become but I sure am glad we did. You taught me so much about myself and gave me so much of exactly what I needed when I was in a bad time and that is perseverance. For that I will be eternally grateful. You’re one of my closest friends and I love you like a sister. I hope that you have a very happy birthday. Love ya Cass.” Babs smiled and then repeated her words in sign language and Cass forced herself not to cry because she knew Barbara would tell her that tears shouldn’t be wasted on her.

The camera then spun to show Steph, still in her Batgirl suit but cowl pulled down and blonde hair wildly disheveled. “Cass! I hope that when you wake up and watch this video that it starts your birthday off right. You’re my very best friend and I would honest to god be lost without. The lessons you taught me and the bravery and kindness that you exhibit every day are things I can only hope to strive for. Have an extremely happy, merry, wonderful, all around great birthday! Love you!”

The screen went black before returning to her messaging app. Cass smiled down at the screen before typing out quick thank yous to he family and friends. It was a happy birthday indeed.

Jean, I hope your birthday wishes are just as wonderful as Cass’s. Happy Birthday darling!