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for the au ask game… had to think really hard for this one but—

how do you think things would be different if regina didn’t get hit by that bus??

<3, sunny

send me an au and i’ll tell you about it!!! it was supposed to be five facts about it but i like to yap

ALRIGHT i’ve been thinking about this one for like three days i am not in a space to answer this well but this sitting in my inbox is haunting me so i’m gonna go for it lol

i think the easiest way is to sort of go through and say how i think things would be different for each characterrrrr??? we’ll see lol

to start with, overall, regina getting bussed is sort of the catalyst for everything coming back together. it both is and is not the climax depending on which characters journey you’re focusing on.

for example, regina getting hit is what makes her soften. it gives her a chance to step back and realize she doesn’t want to die being the kind of person she was. it’s what kickstarts her (at least supposed) redemption arc. we never actually see that happen but it is strongly implied at spring fling. without the bus, i like to think she still would’ve come to her senses eventually. but it’s entirely possible that she wouldn’t. or maybe she wouldn’t until they’re all in their thirties or forties or fifties or god knows when.

for janis, that means she’s left with this leftover, hardened, jaded middle school trauma to eat away at her forever. she’s already cynical and, again, jaded. she’s already affected by it. already needed significant therapy. already is made mean and manipulative and vengeful by it.

for janis i see her track going one of two ways. she either manages to heal on her own, realizing regina will never give her the closure she needs and so desperately wants. she gets more therapy, works on herself. develops strategies and learns how to identify the damaging thoughts rooted in this trauma and cope with them and turn them into something healthy. she really falls into her art and educates herself and makes herself into something wonderful with all the broken pieces.

OR she continues down the path of manipulation and anger and spirals. she tries but can never commit to anything serious, be it jobs or relationships or whatever. she has a long string of failed experiences with both. damian is the only thing keeping her away from living under a bridge and dying of some sort of overdose.

for cady, regina getting hit is the beginning of the end for her. it’s the moment the ivory pedestal everyone has had her on shatters and she falls back to their level. she’s hit hard, but again, it leads her to important self reflections and realizations. we get to see more of her redemption, like taking the fall for the burn book and getting to apologize to ms. norbury and janis and damian, along with her speech during stars.

without that, again, i see her going one of two ways. she continues as she is. nobody dares to bring up that she’s just a clone put in regina’s place. she’s queen of the school and she loves it. she has power but no depth. she and janis and damian never speak again. gretchen and karen follow her exclusively out of fear. aaron still wants next to nothing to do with her. she has no deep, genuine connections with anyone for however long it lasts, whether she keeps it going through college and into the rest of her life or whether it ends at graduation. either way, the effects linger with her and she struggles to form genuine relationships and she lives a very isolated, lonely life.

OR she comes to the realization on her own at some point, whether internally or someone dares to call her out. whether before they graduate or well into her adulthood (similar timeline to regina) and she devotes herself to making amends. similar to janis, she leans hard into academia and channels the drive and the desire to control into becoming very successful. she still worries that she hasn’t actually been forgiven and works extra hard to keep her friends and other loved ones close.

for gretchen, the potential of losing her “boss” is what sparks her realizing she has much more power and worth and value than she thinks. with just how anxious and sheeplike her character is in canon i find it hard to believe she would ever truly come to this realization on her own. i think she’d come close with a lot of therapy and self-esteem work, but i think having one, concrete, solid moment to shock her into it is vital for who she becomes as an adult. it’s what prompts her and karen to drop cady and learn how to do their own thing.

if regina had never been hit i see her basically just continuing as she is. following cady or eventually returning to regina and doing her bidding. maybe someday she’d get fed up and realize she deserves more and better, or maybe not.

for karen i think a lot of the same things as gretchen. she and gretchen are sort of a tag team, so i think they go through and would go through a lot of the same things. i think karen has a little more oomph but doesn’t quite know how to use it or know whether she should. i think she’s much more likely to eventually leave cady or regina’s side on her own and realize how poorly she’s been treated for however long. and who knows, maybe that would be enough for gretchen to go too. i think she does know in canon that she deserves better but she stays because it’s safer. so maybe at some point she decides it’s not worth it.

for regina i think it’s. pretty obvious lol. she has her whole downfall which i think had the opposite effect to the bus. i think that on its own would make her FUUUUURIOUS. i think she would become vengeful and vindictive and bitter and sullen and try and try again to snatch the crown back from cady. no matter what it takes, and i have no idea whether she’d ever succeed. again, i like to think that at some point, eventually, she’d work on herself and make amends and become a better person, but i think dying scared her more than they can show in a movie/musical that isn’t about her. i think, again, it’s a catalyst for changing and becoming a better person. and i think it takes time, and that’s why i’m glad the bus happened when it did because it GIVES her that time to do whatever she can and what she needs to do to apologize and improve while she still is surrounded by the same people she hurt the most.

she either is One Of Those Rich People (really angry but good at their job lawyer or corporate bitch everyone beneath her hates or some shit) or she does make an improvement and makes some genuine friends and maybe has some relationships that benefit all parties. or maybe both!!

in conclusion, as horrible as it is, i think the bus needs to happen when it does and i think the strife and the weird healing it brings is BEYOND necessary holy shit. i think it almost single handedly shapes who they all become as adults and the way they connect with each other and other people around them, and i’m very glad we got the canon we did :)

but make them lesbians

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hey............ guess who has food..... eat, my good omens fandom.... eat... been readin some discworld at the moment for a school project, im enjoying it !!

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Cody x reader Summary: The next time Cody spots you, he’s in a much better mood. Good enough that he decides to brave asking you out. Word Count: 2,5k C/W: none, Boil and Waxer are the ones being little shits this time A/N: finally finished the pt.2 for this fic!! Highly recommend you read the first one first as it is referenced a couple times. P.S may or may not be thinking of a pt.3 👀

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3

The next time Cody spotted you, it was quite a few rotations later. 42 full standard rotations to be exact. Not that he’d been keeping count or anything.

He has sitting in the mess hall of the Resolute, Waxer and Boil playfully bickering on the bench in front of him. He tuned them out, doing a lazy survey of the tables. Everyone seemed to be in a good mood, troopers laughing and joking together through mouthfuls of rations.

It had been another joint mission with the 501st. One that run much smoother than last time. What was supposed to be a good 2 months worth of mission had ended up getting wrapped up in a little under a month, with no need for reinforcements and minimal casualties - which would explain the good moods.

A tiny part of him almost wished he had sustained some sort of injury. Just a small one, enough to warrant him a trip to visit you in the med bay. But he’d quickly squashed down that idea. He didn’t know what was wrong with him, but every time his thoughts strayed to you they were getting more and more idiotic.

He shakes his head, continuing his glance around the room before doing a double take when he reaches the medic table. Talk of the devil.

There you are, sitting next to Kix and smiling that same cheeky smile that had been playing on repeat in his head since he'd last seen you in the med-bay. Kix leans over to whisper something in your ear and Cody watched as you snort, eyes crinkling and nose scrunching up in an irritatingly cute way. Adorable.

A group of troopers walks into his line of vision, blocking you momentarily from his sight and effectively breaking his trance. He blinks a couple times, running a hand through his hair and lowering his gaze to the table in front of him.

Kriff, he needed to get a grip. You were gonna think he was some kind of creep staring at you from across the room like that.

He turns, trying to shift his focus on whatever Boil and Waxer are bickering about. Something about binders? He manages to catch a few sentences before his mind is straying again, eyes shifting to zero in on you before he can help it.

It was like you caught him in some sort of tractor beam, keeping him stuck on you and slowly slowly reeling him in.

You laugh at something Kix says, throwing your head back. Your neck is exposed and his eyes are drawn to it like a moth to a flame. It looks so soft, so delicate. He licks his lips subconsciously. How would it feel if he were to kiss it? suck it? What sounds would you make if he were to just graze his teeth-

" -mander, Commander!" Waxers hand waving in front of his face breaks his trance, shaking his head slightly to clear it.

Fuck, he'd been staring again.

He runs a hand through his head to ground himself, blinking a couple times before looking back up. He’s greeted by the sight of Boil and Waxer’s matching teasing smiles staring straight back at him.

He narrows his eyes at them suspiciously “What’re you two looking at?”

Boil smirks, sharing a look with Waxer who just shrugs, grinning “I think the more important question is who were you looking at Commander?"

Cody scoffs, rolling his eyes, but doesn’t deny it. They try again, Boil speaking up this time.

“So.. Who’s the poor sap you’re trying to kill with that death glare?

“It wasn’t a death glare” Cody grumbles, tilting his head to pointedly face Boil before uttering the next words “Although I can sure think of someone else who might be asking for one right about now.”

Boil seems unphased by the threat though, grinning as Waxer leans forward excitedly

“Aha! So you admit it, you were staring.”

“I wasn’t staring.” Cody grits out, crossing his arms in front of his chest “I was just… observing”

Boil raises an eyebrow, smiling teasingly “Observing?”

“Yeah. Observing.”

Waxer rolls his eyes, realising Cody isn’t going to give in - so he shifts to a different tactic “Okay… Fine, who were you observing so intently then?”

Just as Cody goes to roll his eyes, he faintly hears your laugh again, head tilting against his will until he can just peek around Boil's shoulder to catch a glimpse of your smile. You’re so pretty when you laugh.

Boil and Waxer both follow his gaze, twisting in their seats. Waxer chuckles, looking at Cody over his shoulder “The medic? From the 501st?”

As if you can hear them, Cody he watches in horror as you turn, startling slightly upon finding three troopers watching you from across the tables. You recover quickly though, eyes lighting up when you recognise the grumpy commander among them, raising your hand to send him a wave.

He cringes, raising his hand in an awkward half-wave, half-salute like he can’t quite decide which one is more appropriate.

You giggle, leaning over to excuse yourself from Kix before sliding out of your seat and heading towards his table.

Immediately, he stiffens, panic rising more and more as you get closer to the table. Kriff what if you’d noticed him staring? What was he supposed to say to that?

All thoughts screech to a halt when you come to a stop across the table from him, giving him one of those devastatingly adorable smiles. Fuck.

“Commander Cody” you greet him, giving him a small salute, cheeky smile still on your face.

With the way he's staring at you, anyone would think you'd just caught him falsifying reports or something. So you raise your hands in mock surrender.

“No need to looks so scared y’know, I promise I don’t have any needles on me this time."

He rolls his eyes, smiling despite himself.

“What’s this about needles?” a voice pipes up next to you and you turn, jumping slightly at seeing two troopers in 212th armour looking up at you from their seats.

You glance back at Cody, questioning look on your face. Cody takes the hint, nodding towards the two men as he introduces them to you.

“These are Waxer” you turn to look at the trooper he’s pointing to, smiling when he send you an excited wave

“And Boil” the second clone raises his cup in greeting, giving you a small nod.

The first one, Waxer you think, stretches out his hand for a handshake, smiling brightly “That’s us. Finest men of the 212th, at your service ma’am”

You accept the hand shake, chuckling when you hear Cody muttering under his breath "One time, I said that one time."

So you weren’t the only one who enjoyed getting on the Commander’s nerves. Good to know.

“Mind if I sit?”

Cody shrugs, waving his hand towards the benches in what you assume is a gesture of permission. You lift a leg to climb into the seat, stopping when you realise the two troopers are still sitting there, effectively taking up most of the space.

Cody frowns, turning to look pointedly at his men

“Don’t you two… Have somewhere to be?’”

“Nope.” Boil says, popping the p for emphasis, his brother next to him shaking his head in agreement. Cody's scowl deepens, raising a brow at both of them

“Well I suggest you find something to do before I choose it myself. Latrine duty’s been looking real empty for a while-”

Before you can blink, both men shoot up out of their seats, helmets tucked neatly under their arms.

“On second thought, we have that thing, don't we Waxer?”

You watch amused as his counterpart frowns, eyes widening in realisation when his brother gives him a sharp elbow to the ribs “Oh. Oh right yes… that thing. How could we forget.”

Their commander watches, unamused as they give him a salute, turning to you to give you a nod (and a wink from Waxer) before hurrying away together towards the doors.

You giggle, sliding into the seat and watching them disappear around the corner before looking back at the man in front of you. He's already staring straight back at you, and it makes you stomach flip pleasantly.

“They're funny.”

Cody grunts, rolling his eyes for what feels like the 6th time “They're a pain in my ass, that's what they are”

“I doubt anyone is ever not a pain in your ass Commander.” you smile, winking playfully “Except maybe me.”

“Especially you.”

You laugh merrily, not taking the comment to heart in the least. He watches again as your face lights up, eyes zeroing in of the crinkles on your nose as his stomach flutters uncomfortably. What the hell was wrong with him today?

He shifts in his seat, clearing his throat and quickly changing the subject.

“I though you said you were never going to bring up the needle incident again.”

You grin, tilting your head “Did I?”

He nods.

“You said, and I quote 'It’ll be our little secret’. Not much of a secret if you tell all my men.”

“Oh please, it was only two of them.”

“Trust me, telling Boil and Waxer is basically telling the whole GAR”

“Sorry, couldn't help it” You grin, not looking in the least bit sorry “It was too cute to resist.”

He scowls, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes

“…Cute?”

“Yeah, real cute”

“It was not cute, it was a moment of weakness.”

You shrug, grin only getting wider “Like I said, cute.”

Cody scoffs, but you don’t miss his cheeks warming just the slightest shade of pink “You're impossible.”

“Aww, thanks.” You quip back quickly, and he can't help the dumb smile pulling at the corners of his lips. You never missed a beat, and it was karking hot.

A surprisingly comfortable silence blankets the space between you before Cody clears his throat again.

“So… Got any plans for shore leave?” he asks, trying to keep him voice as neutral and nonchalan as he can.

It seems to work because you just shrug, hands fiddling with the cup on the table in front of you “Dunno, Kix was trying to convince me to head to 79’s with him and the boys.”

Cody perks up. 79’s was good, neutral ground, public enough that it would seem too obvious but still personal enough that he could get some one on one time with you. He shuffles forward in his seat, elbows leaning on the table

“And… Are you going?”

You glance up at him, narrowing your eyes teasingly “Why do you wanna know Commander?”

His lips part slightly, trying to think of a way to phrase it that didn’t make him seem too eager.

“Just wondering whether I should comm the Corries. Let them know to look out for trouble at 79’s tonight”

For a second, you look the tiniest bit crestfallen, like you were expecting a different answer.

But as quick as it's there, it already gone. Replaced by that fucking perfect smile that he's starting to get addicted to.

“No need Commander, I doubt I’ll be going anyway.”

Oh. Okay so definitely not the answer he was hoping for. He racks his brain, trying to think of a subtle way to pry further without seeming too eager.

He’s so lost in thought that he doesn't even notice his comm beeping until you look down at his wrist, pointing at it.

“Don’t you maybe wanna answer that?”

He frowns, confused before his brain catches up, quickly lifting his wrist to his mouth and clicking the comm line open.

“Cody here” he grumbles, still scowling slightly at being interrupted. Another clones voice crackles through the comm, smile evident even through the transmission.

“Commander, we have a uh… situation down at the barracks sir”

“What kind of situation?” Cody asks carefully

“A ‘Boil and Waxer’ situation sir” the clone replies, Cody’s brows furrowing deeper at the sound of snickering in the background “You’d uh... better come down here, Sir."

Cody sighs, long and loud, scrubbing a hand down his face before muttering a reply “I’ll be there in 5”

He clicks the transmission closed, lifting his gaze to send you an apologetic look, but is surprised to see you still looking at him with the same smile as before, not in the least annoyed.

“Those the two from before? The ‘pain in your ass?” you inquire, biting your lip to quell your giggle and he grunts, nodding in conformation.

“Unfortunately.”

You chuckle, placing two hands on the table to push yourself up from your seat “Well, I’ll let you get to it Commander. I’ll see you ‘round”

You send him one more cheeky smile, before swiveling on your heels and turning to leave. Just as you go to take a step, Cody reaches out to grasp your elbow, stopping you in your tracks.

You turn, brows furrowing in question and he swallows, gathering up the courage to ask the question that’s been on the tip of his tongue.

Swallowing down his pride he takes his his hand of your arm, licking his lips. Fuck it. If he can body-tackle droids in the battle field, then he could handle a little rejection.

“Maybe I’ll see you outside the GAR uniform next time. Say… 2100 hours at 79’s, tonight?”

You turn to face him fully, smirking and tilting your head as a teasing tone takes over your voice.

“Commander, are you… asking me out?”

He shrugs, but the way he's still looking at you expectantly, hands clasped together behind his back betrays his nervousness. The next grin you give him though, is so genuine and blinding that it immediately sweeps all the doubts from his mind.

“It would be my pleasure” You smile, giving him the same stupid exaggerated bow as you did last time in the med bay. This time though, he doesn’t even try to hide his smile, eyes crinkling as he shakes his head fondly.

“I’ll see you there, Cody”

You send him one last wink over your shoulder, before turning and heading towards the doors. He watches you go, eyes unable to tear away from the back of your head until you’d slipped past the doors and out of sight. He slumps down in the seat again, dumb smile still on his face even after you’ve gone.

Kriff, you were something else.

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the leaves/flowers falling off the trees 🫢🫢

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Trick or treat! 👻

Dropping a ring pop and a tootsie pop and a blow pop in your bag

Superboy’s hair was growing out, and the curls around his ears lifted and bobbed a bit as the young clone considered it. If Bruce had to bet, his weight wasn’t entirely resting on the floor of the Cave. Blue eyes, as close to human melanocytes could match to the shade Kal-el’s kryptonian kurirstun produced, blinked at Bruce.

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Can we

we already do this lol

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Jeremy Allen White having the same nickname for his daughter that my dad has for me is wild

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Do I Wanna Know? - Vampire Weekend

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rant under cut (not related to ninjago! js irl and personal matters)

i lowkey wanna report one of my classmates to the school counselor LMAO... there's this one girl in class who hates me (although she has never been direct and i barely had any interaction with her, so we're not actually friends) & she'll consistently side eye me no matter where i am, whether in class, at the cafeteria, science lab 💀 she's also been quite rude to me, multiple times. one time last year when i wanted to ask for her help in accounting, she acted as if she couldn't hear (she sits in front of me) and called me very rude names before so like. call me dramatic but i hope this bitch dies. does your eyes hurt whenever you roll at me for the 100th time today? do you have a crush on me the way you're so obsessed with wanting me to fail? i guess as a whole she's quite judgy too. like, she'd just turn her whole head around just to look at none other than me.

if it helps, again, i barely had any interactions with her and i could count the times where I've willingly talked to her with only one hand. rant over. sorry if this seemed childish i just wanted to get this off of my chest. if this helps and considering no one irl that ive known of used tumblr, her nickname is AZ, as she referred to herself as.

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What are some random headcanons about Janis you have?

HOHOOO DUDE YOU CAME TO THE RIGHT PERSON

disclaimer these are all based on the musical version of her and from a list i made to base her personality off of before i started writing in 2021 so some have changed and whatnot anyhoo

-she met regina in ballet class when they were three. they went to the same preschool too (but different elementary schools)

-the ‘on wednesdays we wear pink’ also started in preschool

-she started working out in her senior year for the SOLE purpose of clocking bigots with as much force as possible

-her dad died when she was four (i haven’t included it in any of my fics but he died from some heart disease kinda shit bc why not)

-she’s GREAT at english, okay at history and piss poor at math and science

-in college she starts dyeing the blonde bits of her hair funky colors with temporary dye and then just before she graduates she cuts it all off and has shoulder-length hair for a solid 10 years lol

-she reads about alien conspiracy theories in her spare time

-she has a WILD sweet tooth

-she’s clumsy AF

-her dad was french so she actually speaks french fluently but pretends not to so she can stay in an easier class (and also stay in damian’s class)

-she’s lactose intolerant

-she refuses to acknowledge this

-she sent flowers to regina after the bus without putting her name on them

-she and kevin have a secret handshake

-she steals damian’s and cady’s jackets a lot, most of the time without realizing. and cady’s doesn’t fit so she uses it as a blanket most of the time

-she’s terrified of needles so she gets all her tattoos and piercings on impulse when she gets random bouts of courage

-she’s secretly kind of a horse girl

-the blonde hair used to be all blonde bc she dyed it when she was plastic but now it’s grown out and she just plays it off as part of her lewk ✨✨

-she’s wildly claustrophobic

-afraid of lots of little stupid things (geese, nougat, etc)

-likes horror movies bc they make her feel tough

-her birthday is october 17 :3

-she does yarn crafts (like knitting and crochet and cross stitch and shit) to get her angries out bc stabby stabby

-she and damian were always friends but she had to live a double life of her own to keep him safe from the plastics

-GIRL CAN DAYUUUUUUNCE. damian choreographs random routines all the time and makes her learn them so he has someone to do them with. janis secretly likes it

-she collects paintbrushes. she has a paintbrush graveyard in a shoebox for all the ones that are too frayed to use

-she always has paint somewhere. it never makes sense.

-post canon she and gretchen are workout buddies

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Hey there, I just found your writing. Could I request angsty #6 with Wrecker x Fem reader? Maybe in a new relationship? Up to you on the details. Thanks in advance!

A/N: Hi bby!! This took me an embarrassingly long amount of time to finish and I'm so sorry for making you wait so long. I haven't ever written for Wrecker before, so I kept going back and rewriting this because it just didn't really feel like him. Anyway, I hope this was worth the wait? 🤍

Keep You Safe

Wrecker x reader Summary: a stormy night aboard the Marauder is keeping you awake, but Wrecker is there to help soothe your fears. Word Count: 1,5k C/W: slight angst but mostly fluff, Wrecker being the sweetest person ever but that’s not surprising Prompt: “You’re not okay, you’re shaking” masterlist

A new wave of thunder rolls through the ship, shaking through its whole frame. You jolt up, blurry eyes frantically flitting around the dark room to try and make out where you are.

Still in a weird half-sleep state you barely register a warm hand suddenly gliding up your back. You flinch away instantly and in your haste to get away you forget how small these beds really are, especially when your sharing one with someone as big as Wrecker. A dull thunk echoes when you wack your head into the bunk above, groaning and bringing a hand up to cradle your head.

A low chuckle rumbles behind you and you tense up, panic beginning to rise again until you recognise the voice that follows it

“You okay there? Hit your head pretty good”

Wrecker. You breathe out a shaky sigh of relief, shoulders visibly slumping. It’s just Wrecker. When you still haven’t answered he repeats the question, a more concerned edge to his voice this time

“Hey, you okay?”

You swallow thickly, still trying to get a control on your breathing “Yeah I’m- I’m fine Wrecker. Go back to sleep”

He ignores your request, the sheets rustling behind you as he sits up, scooting closer and tentatively laying his palm on your back again. This time, though, you lean into the touch, silently savouring the warmth of his skin. You've always joked that Wrecker is like a big portable heater. Even through his shirt you're wearing, you can feel it, the touch calming you.

“C’mon, talk to me pretty girl. What’s wrong?”

His hand is moving in small circles on your back, and his voice sounds so sincere you briefly consider just telling letting it all out, telling him the truth. But the nagging voice in the back of your head wins over, the words coming out your mouth before you can stop them

“Nothing wrong, I’m fine Wreck” you shift slightly, enough to send him a tiny smile over your shoulder and place a shaky hand on his knee in an attempt of reassurance “Now please, go back to sleep”

He glances down at your hand on his knee, a pained look taking over his face when he see how much it’s trembling

“You’re not okay, you’re shaking”

Hi gaze flits back up to yours, warm hand grasping your hand and engulfing it completely. He squeezes lightly, rough thumb running softly over your knuckles.

“Please, let me help you.”

Guilt twists in your stomach at how sincere he’s being, how hurt he sounds. You open your mouth to reply, just as a new clap of thunder rumbles through, making you flinch and squeeze his hand hard.

He looks confused for a beat before his lips part in surprise, relization dawning on him

"It's- it's the storm isn't it? The thunder, it scares you"

You squeeze your eyes shut in shame. It sounds so childish, so pathetic when he say it like that. But there’s no point in denying it anymore, he already knows, so you just give him the tiniest of nods.

“Oh meshla… C’mere” he pulls on your hand, turning you around and tugging you into his lap.

You clamber onto his thighs, too tired to try and fight it as snuggle down into his chest, arms looping around his neck. His own arms circle your back, one resting on the back of your head as the other tightens around your waist.

“Can I get you anything? A blanket or a glass of water-”

You chuckle quietly, endeared by his thoughtfulness.

“No, no it’s okay. Thank you”

A beat of silence before he’s whispering again.

“Do you wanna… talk about it?”

“No.” it comes out quicker and much harsher than you intended. You feel him tense up underneath you and you cringe at yourself. He’s just trying to help.

“Sorry I just- It brings back memories… bad memories. And I’d rather not relive them.” you snuggle closer to him unconsciously “Can you just… hold me? Like this?”

He nods instantly, pulling you impossibly closer and lifting a hand to stroke your hair, rocking you slightly. He holds you in a comfortable silence for a while, before he speaks up again, whispering into your hair.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

You tense, still reluctant to fully share your fears. But he’s being so kind and understanding that opening up and telling him the truth is the least you could do. So taking a shaky breath, you mumble into his neck

“I- I was ashamed”

He frowns, the hand in your hair stilling.

“Ashamed? Why?”

“I guess I just … didn’t want you to think less of me. To think that I was a coward, or that I was pathetic” you confess, shrugging slightly. He tightens his hold on you, staying silent for a few seconds.

“Do you… think it’s pathetic when I’m scared of heights?” he asks quietly and you frown, pulling your head form his neck and looking up so you can see his face. He’s looking down at you with a look you can quite decipher, and it makes you heart clench instantly.

“Of course not Wrecker. Why would you say that?”

He dips his chin further, tilting his head at you, voice quiet

“Then why would I think any less of you for being scared of thunder?”

Something about his tone of voice, the fact that it's so soft and gentle in contrast to his usual boom, just hits you right in the chest. Before you can help it tears are brimming in your eyes and threatening to spill.

Stars, if he didn't think you were pathetic before, he certainly does now.

He tenses up immediately, eyes widening in panic as he sits up straighter

“Oh kriff, did I- did I say something wrong? What did I do??”

His concern only makes you tear up more, a few escaping and rolling down your cheeks. This only seems to increase his panic, a hand laying on your cheek and frantically swiping at your tears

“No, no please don't cry, I hate it when you cry”

You place a hand on his cheek, chuckling softly “I’m sorry I just- I love you so much”

He blinks, taken aback.

“W-what? So you're not… mad?”

You huff out a laugh, slapping him lightly on the chest

“Of course I’m not mad! Why the kriff would I be mad at you right now?”

“I dunno, you just- I- Maybe I said something wrong or-”

“Wrecker…” you smile softly, placing a hand on the nape of his neck and tugging down until your foreheads meet. “I’m not mad. I’m just really fucking happy right now. You’re making me happy”

His hands cups your jaw, rough thumb brushing softly over your cheekbone as he grins you, big a bright.

“That’s what I’m here for right? To keep ya safe and happy”

You giggle, leaning into his touch and hand coming up to rest over his own. “I guess so”

You tilt your head to press a kiss to is palm and he smiles, eyes widening as he suddenly perks up in excitement

“Hey, y’know what always helps me sleep?”

You quirk an eyebrow in question and he leans over the back of the bunk. You curiously peer over his shoulder as he rummages noisily through his crate, letting out a little ‘aha’ when he finds what he’s looking for.

“My Lula!” he grins, whirling back around, so quickly that you have to brace your hands on his chest to steady yourself. He smiles sheepishly, hand grasping your waist to keep you from toppling of his lap.

You giggle softly, hand coming up to hold the little stuffed tooka, gently taking it from his grasp. He watches expectantly as you smile down at it, turning it around in your hands.

“You can borrow her for tonight, if you want.” He says, hurriedly adding on “Or- or any other night, whenever you need.”

You look up at him, smiling at his bashfulness and leaning forward to press an adoring kiss to his cheek. When you pull back he's blushing, dusty pink spreading across his cheeks and your smile widens.

“Thank you Wreck”

The little black and red tooka clutched tight to your chest, you snuggle down into him. His warmth is already beginning to slowly lulling you to sleep when you feel him press a kiss to your head before he’s muttering into your hair

“Anything for my cyare”

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Dazai

hes back😔😔

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so fucking glad my neighbor has (apparently) moved out bc i would've 100% woke him up w/ my screaming

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Ok what should Ezzie dress up as for Halloween this year?