#what a passive aggressive ray of sunshine

[xeemaee]

If Kabru has no fans I’m dead etc etc

[chvoswxtch]

secrets

pairing: frank castle x fem!reader

summary: in the aftermath of your fight with frank, you get more than one unexpected visitor.

warnings: swearing, lots & lots & lots of angst

word count: 4.4k

a/n: it's getting juicyyyy. friendly reminder y'all voted for a double drop this week, so chapter twenty one is coming this friday. enjoy. ;) as always, feedback is welcomed/appreciated!

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“You keep frownin’ like that, you’re gonna get wrinkles.”

Lifting your focused gaze from your computer screen to the source of a familiar voice, the creases etched along your forehead deepened at the sight of Billy standing in your office doorway, leaning against the frame with his hands tucked into the pockets of his perfectly tailored suit pants and that signature vain smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“What are you doing here?”

“Good to see you too, darlin’.”

Billy let out a dry chuckle, crossing the threshold over towards your desk in just a few quick strides. Leaning over your desk, Billy stretched his hand out to brush his thumb along the space between your eyebrows, effectively smoothing out the crinkles of concentration coupled with confusion. The gesture caught you off guard, and you blinked a few times in surprise as Billy unbuttoned the middle button on his dark gray suit jacket before sitting down in the chair in front of your desk.

“There, that’s better. Now, how ‘bout you at least pretend to be happy to see me.”

Billy arched one of his dark brows, that same smirk still gracing the edge of his lips in a silent tease. Looking over at him, it occurred to you that there always seemed to be some hint of mischief lingering in his deep espresso tinted eyes. Leaning back in your chair and folding your arms over your chest, you gave him a pointed look.

“What can I do for you, Billy?”

“Well aren’t you a ray of sunshine today.”

“I could be worse, if you’d like.”

Billy’s lips split into a full blown grin, and he let out an amused chuckle at the sass dripping from your dry reply.

“Nah, I’ve seen you pissed. I’d prefer to stay on your good side, sweetheart. You wanna tell me what’s got you in such a pleasant mood this mornin’?”

Being around Billy just made you think about Frank, and thinking about Frank only reminded you of the fact that the two of you weren’t in a good place right now. He swore to you the night you confronted him that he was going to wrap this job up as quickly as he could, but that meant he had to devote all of his time to it, which resulted in him being around even less than he had been last month. 

Two weeks had passed since you’d last seen Frank in person. When you woke up in his bed the morning after you’d shown up at his apartment to confront him, he was already gone. He’d left a note on his pillow saying that he would call you soon, but that call didn’t come for four days, and neither one of you had much to say. You thought hearing his voice after being apart for a while would make you feel better about the whole situation, grant you some sense of relief or jumpstart a spark of acceptance you couldn’t find beforehand, but it only made you even more pissed off about what was happening.

And then the call you had with him two days ago really set you off.

Frank had been trying to keep the conversation light, and there was an apologetic tone to his gruff voice, but you couldn’t bite your tongue. The more you sat alone with the vague explanation he had given you, the more his promise of reassurance felt like fraud. You drew blood first, like you always did, but after a round of back and forth passive aggressive exchanges, Frank lost his own temper and went on the defense.

“For Christ’s sake, what else you want me to say, huh? How many other ways I gotta apologize?”

“We shouldn’t even be in this situation right now, Frank-”

“Yeah, well we are, and you’re gonna have to find a way to deal with it cause it ain’t changin’ any goddamn time soon.”

Frank’s aggressive retort only incensed you further. The stress of the current job combined with the growing rift between the two of you eroded his patience into raw frustration, and you were matching his verbal lashes blow for blow.

“Just deal with it? Just deal with you being away and hiding things from me?”

“That’s the job sometimes, alright? You know first hand the kinda shit I gotta do. You know what my world’s like. I told you I was gonna do what I could to get this handled as soon as possible-”

“But this isn’t your normal job, Frank! Stop using that as a fucking excuse. You’ve never had to disappear to God only knows where before, and you’ve never kept secrets from me-”

“Oh for fucks sake. You think that’s what I’m doin’? Makin’ excuses? That’s bullshit and you know it. I told you what I could-”

“And that’s supposed to be enough?“

“It was enough for Maria.”

Those five simple words stunned you silent. They struck a nerve you didn’t even know existed, and Frank, blinded by his aggravation, just kept hacking away at it with his verbal arsenal.

“Ya’know, she never gave me this much fuckin’ shit, and she had to deal with way worse than you. I was away from her and the kids for months at a time, couldn’t tell her a goddamn thing ‘bout what I was really doin’, and she was never on my ass the way you are right now-”

“I’m not her, Frank!”

The only sounds on the line were yours and Frank’s labored breathing, shallow and heavy from yelling and exhausting your vexed emotions on one another. For several moments, neither of you spoke a word, until finally you broke the silence by gritting your teeth and delivering one last blow.

“You know what, don’t fucking call me again until this shit is over.”

Frank, being the stubborn ass that he was, hadn’t attempted to contact you to smooth things over or to apologize. It infuriated you, but in the same breath, you didn’t want to speak to him right now. 

Still, it wasn’t fair of you to take your sour mood out on Billy. He hadn’t done anything wrong. You were upset with Frank, not him. Letting out a deep exhale through your nose, you slowly dragged your palm down your face before leaning back in your chair. You hadn’t noticed how stiffly you’d been sitting until you felt a dull ache in your lower back.

“I…sorry. There’s just…a lot going on right now. I’m spread kinda thin so, I’m…a bit on edge.”

“A bit?”

When you shot him an unamused look, Billy let out a light chuckle and held up his hands in a show of faux surrender.

“Alright, alright. I didn’t come to here to fuck with ya. I actually came to ask a favor.”

An expression of surprise swiftly coveted your features. What could you possibly have to offer Billy Russo?

“A favor?”

Billy leaned back in the chair, adjusting the lapels of his suit before crossing his left leg over his right knee, placing his elbows on the arm rests. Maybe it was because your office was familiar to him, or maybe it was because he was so rich he felt like he owned everything, but Billy had a way of being able to make himself comfortable no matter what setting he was in. Fixing his deep brown eyes on you, that signature smirk of his graced his lips once again when he caught your look of intrigue and confusion.

“As you know, Anvil has a government contract with Homeland Security. It was a big deal for the company, and it’s proven to be a damn good business investment. As a matter of fact, it’s been so successful, that I’ve been meetin’ with a few other branches negotiatin’ another expansion, and recently closed a deal with the CIA.”

“Don’t government contracts kinda defeat the whole private military operation thing?”

“I didn’t hear you complainin’ when that Homeland contract brought you to me.”

Rolling your eyes at the smugness in his voice, you reached for the nearly empty iced coffee sitting on your desk.

“It wasn’t a complaint.”

“Anvil is more than personal protection, darlin’. It’s also convoy security, tactical operations, tailored training, and more. Most of our military contracts are outside of the U.S, so havin’ two on American soil is a huge deal.”

“If you’re trying to sell me on investing, I hate to break it to you, but I think the number currently reflecting in my bank account would make you cry.”

Billy let out a deep chuckle at that, his lips stretching open into a tooth bearing grin. Giving a faint shake of his head, he ran his right hand along the top of his head, smoothing his perfectly styled raven hair back into place.

“That’s not what I’m askin’.”

“Then how do I come into this, exactly?”

“The news hasn’t hit the media yet. Anvil’s hosting a Veteran’s Charity Ball this Saturday night, and I’m gonna make the announcement then. That, pretty girl, is where you come into play. I’d like you to personally cover the story.”

Looking across your desk at Billy, you could see by the look on his face that he was serious about wanting you to cover the piece. A slight furrow nestled between your brows at the idea.

“Why me?”

Billy cocked his head to the side, a sparkle of mirth in his eyes and a sly smile tugging at the edge of his mouth.

“Why would I ask anyone else? You know me, you know the company-”

“Which is kind of conflict of interest-”

“I already cleared it with your editor. You bein’ under the protection of Anvil is classified through Homeland, and since we’re a private company like you mentioned, our records ain’t public. Besides, your editor seemed pretty confident you could write without bias. Look, I want you on this. I’ve read the work of some of the other journalists here, and I gotta tell ya, even if I didn’t know ya, I still woulda picked you.”

Hearing that Billy had already talked to Ellison about this was a surprise to you because Ellison hadn’t mentioned it at all to you. When had Billy talked to him about this? Why hadn’t Ellison told you? Perplexity shrouded your features as you looked over at Billy.

“Ellison didn’t say anything-”

“I asked him not to. I wanted to ask you first, in person. He gave it the green light, but ultimately, it’s up to you if you wanna do it.”

Being kept in the dark seemed to be a recurring theme in your life lately that you weren’t happy with, and it stirred up dull embers of irritation from your fight with Frank. A part of you didn’t want to do it purely out of immature spite, since Billy indirectly had a hand in creating the chasm currently deepening between you and Frank. But that wasn’t fair to Billy. You owed him your life as much as you did Frank and Dinah. Billy played a vital part in keeping you safe and protected from the Defenders of Freedom, and recording Steven’s confession ended up being the smoking gun in proving his involvement.

After a moment of silent contemplation, you let out a light exhale through your lips.

“Alright, I’ll do it.”

“Don’t get too excited, now. It’s only a fancy party with an extensive open bar and catering from all of the best restaurants in the city.”

Trying to fight the smile that threatened to escape across your lips, you looked over at Billy and arched one of your brows.

“Are you trying to bribe me to write you a good article, Mr. Russo?”

“Is it workin’?”

Billy’s mouth was stretched in a wide, wolfish grin, showcasing the top row of his dazzling pearly white teeth. His dark brows were raised slightly up his forehead, and he had that familiar devilish twinkle in his eyes. Giving a soft shake of your head with a dry laugh, you crossed your arms over your chest and relaxed back in your chair.

“What time?”

“Starts at seven, I’ll send a car for ya ‘round six-thirty.”

“You don’t have to do that, I can take a cab-”

“C’mon, you’re doin’ me a favor.”

“Hey, I never agreed to write a good article. I might make you look terrible, just for the fun of it.”

Returning your teasing smile with an amused grin, Billy chuckled with a shake of his head. As he stood up and fixed his maroon tie, he motioned towards your office door with his head.

“Alright, c’mon.”

Staring up at him with a puzzled expression, you let out a soft laugh while he buttoned the middle button of his suit jacket.

“What?”

“I’m takin’ your bratty ass to lunch. Maybe after some food you’ll be a bit nicer.”

Making a show of rolling your eyes in faux exasperation, you stood from your chair and locked your computer before closing your notebook.

“No promises.”

“Well in my experience, you’re more tolerable when you’re fed.”

“Keep talking. Your article is getting worse and worse.”

“I’m sure a few glasses of expensive champagne will fix that.”

Billy turned to take a step towards the door and then abruptly paused, turning back to look at you with another teasing grin.

“Oh, and do me another favor, would ya? See if you can get Frankie to drag his ass out and make an appearance. I think he’s forgotten how to use his phone.”

The mention of Frank’s name instantly tarnished the light hearted mood Billy’s banter had put you in. Letting out a dry scoff, you slipped your phone into your purse and pulled the straps over your shoulder.

“I wouldn’t hold your breath. That job you and Madani have him working has not only turned him into a ghost, but also a complete dick. I’ll let you deal with him.”

Tucking a loose strand of your hair behind your ear, you started to round your desk when you looked up and caught the expression on Billy’s face, and it made you stop in your tracks. His sharp features were suddenly void of their usual playful warmth, and there was no charming smirk etched onto his mouth. His lips were set in a firm line, outlining his chiseled jaw that was covered in a perfectly trimmed dark beard, and his dark brown eyes looked nearly obsidian. 

“The job with Madani?”

There was a faint serrated edge to his tone when he spoke, but you didn’t miss it. Billy’s stare was intense, and you realized he probably thought that you knew something you shouldn’t. Crossing your arms over your chest, you let an irritated exhale escape through your nose as your gaze drifted towards the window of your office.

“Don’t worry, he didn’t tell me anything. Not where he was going, not what he was doing, nothing. So whatever top secret thing you two have him doing, it’s still top secret, alright?”

There was a long pause of silence, and your annoyance started to fade into a feeling of perplexity when you looked back at him and saw a look in Billy’s eyes that you didn’t know how to read. There was a sudden coldness to him, and an emotion you couldn’t decode hidden in his steely gaze. The tense quietness in your office sent an uneasy shiver down your spine, but then it was like a switch was suddenly flipped, and Billy reverted back to the version of him you’re familiar with.

He plastered that charming smirk on his lips again, but you noticed this time, it wasn’t accompanied by the usual mischievous glint in his eyes. 

“Trouble in paradise?”

Crossing your arms over your chest, you dropped your gaze down to the floor for a moment before letting out a heavy sigh.

“I don’t like being lied to, or kept in the dark. I know your line of work is…complicated, I just…I thought Frank and I didn’t have any secrets between us.”

“Sometimes lyin’ and keepin’ somethin’ hidden is the only way to protect someone from the pain of the truth.”

Lifting your head, you met Billy’s intense gaze with an incredulous and inquisitive look.

“You really believe that?”

“Trust me, some secrets are better left buried, darlin’.”

»»———　　———««

The following evening when you came home from work, all you wanted was a long soak in a hot bath and an entire bottle of wine. The stress of the last two weeks wasn’t just taking a toll on you emotionally, it was also physically manifesting in your body. Closing the front door behind you, the lock sounded with a click when you twisted the oval knob, and you lazily tossed your keys onto the side table in the entryway before carelessly tossing your purse onto it as well. 

Coming around the corner into your living room, you nearly had a heart attack when you were suddenly met with the sight of a large figure sitting at your dining table, waiting in the dark. Clutching at your chest in panic and jumping nearly two feet in the air, your voice came out in a shrill shriek.

“Jesus Christ, Frank!”

Frank didn’t physically react to your outburst. He sat as still as a statue in one of the chairs, slightly hunched over with his thighs spread wide, his forearms resting just a few inches above his knees. A bit of dark stubble coated his cheeks and sharp jawline, and his grown out hair was a tousled mess of ebony waves resting against his forehead instead of being pushed back in their usual style.

The swift scare of Frank’s intrusion, his silent treatment, and the lingering resentment you’d been harboring for the past two weeks had you glaring at him.

“How the hell did you get in here?”

His deep brown eyes were fixated on you and his plump lips were set in a stubborn line. Frank’s rugged features were even more pronounced in his resting semi-permanent broody expression. Wordlessly, he lifted one of his large hands, showcasing a set of keys on a ring pinched between his thumb and index finger. One of which, belonged to your front door. 

After everything that had happened at your last place, you couldn’t stay there anymore. You’d quickly moved into a new place that happened to be closer to the Bulletin, and as far as you knew no one had died in it, and there weren’t lingering bullet holes under the paint. Frank had helped you move and set up your security system for you again. You’d forgotten that you’d given him a spare key so he could get in while you were at work.

When you crossed your arms over your chest in a defensive stance, Frank caught the pissed off look on your face, and when you opened your mouth to lash out at him, he quickly cut you off with his rough voice before you could get a word out.

“Said not to call. Didn’t say nothin’ ‘bout comin’ to see ya.”

The snippiness of his comment made you narrow your eyes in his direction. Clenching your jaw, you pursed your lips tightly as your face contorted into a portrait of annoyance. You were about to snap back at him when you noticed out of the corner of your eye that there was a packed bag sitting on the dining table next to him.

It was yours.

Eyes flickering between your bag and Frank, you stared at him in a mixture of irritation and confusion.

“What the hell is that for?”

“I gotta leave town for a bit. I told ya I’d make sure you were taken care of while I was gone, so you’re gonna stay with a friend of mine.”

“And you didn’t think to ask me if that was something I even wanted to do?”

“It ain’t up for discussion.”

Frank hadn’t been this cold towards you since the early days of when he was your bodyguard. For a moment your exasperation evaporated, wondering if things between the two of you were worse than you thought. Picking up on the slight change in your body language and facial expression, Frank let out a deep exhale through his large nose and slowly stood up from the chair.

“I can’t do what I need to do if I’m worryin’ ‘bout you bein’ alone here, alright? It’s just for a few days.”

“Frank, I’m not in any danger anymore. No one is actively trying to kill me. If you’re that worried about me being alone, Billy can stop by-”

“No.”

The aggressive tone of Frank’s voice and the roughness of his tone caught you off guard. Frank glanced away from you, his eyes darting around your living room for a few seconds before they finally returned to you. His left hand was tightly grasped in a fist, but on his right, his index and middle finger twitched. A sharp exhale escaped his large nose, and his tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip quickly before he spoke again.

“Look you wanna be pissed at me, be pissed at me, but don’t put yourself at risk cause of it. Maybe you’re right, yeah? Maybe you ain’t a target no more. But I’d rather know you were safe than have to deal with the fact later on that I shoulda done more. I ain’t takin’ that risk again.”

It was like a light bulb went off in your head when he spoke that last sentence. In the midst of your own tangled mess of selfish feelings, you hadn’t once stopped to think about how Frank felt about all of this. A sinking feeling of remorse settled in your stomach hearing the frustration but also the lingering pain in his voice when he spoke. 

I ain’t takin’ that risk again.

He’d had his entire family ripped away from him in one single moment, right in front of his eyes, of course he was fucking paranoid. From your perspective, Steven was facing life in prison, and all the remaining members of the Defenders of Freedom were gonna rot with him, so you didn’t think you had anything to be worried about.

But Frank saw danger everywhere. He anticipated it. He planned for it. And that’s what he was doing right now. 

Frank was doing the exact same thing he’d been doing every single day since he met you: keeping you safe.

Letting out a deep sigh, you looked down at the floor for a moment to gather your irrational thoughts and rein in your impulsive emotions. When you raised your head, your eyes flickered from the packed bag sitting on your dining table back to Frank’s unrelenting stare. Running one of your hands stressfully through the roots of your hair, you made a faint gesture of throwing your hands up in concession.

“Alright, well if you’re not leaving me with Billy, I’m assuming you’re not taking me to Madani either. So, does Matt know I’m coming?”

Frank’s steely expression crumbled at the mention of Matt’s name. He pulled a face like you’d just asked a ridiculous question, a furrow of annoyance and confusion settling between his thick brows.

“You think I’d leave you with him?”

Letting out a dry scoff void of humor, you rolled your eyes with a shake of your head and folded your arms across your chest.

“Just because he’s blind-”

“It ain’t got shit to do with him bein’ blind.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“The problem is I don’t trust him to keep his fuckin’ hands to himself, and I ain’t lettin’ him pull that ‘poor blind orphan’ shit on you.”

A look of surprise crossed your face as your brows lifted slightly up your forehead, and it took every ounce of self control not to laugh or show any indication of amusement. Frank wouldn’t leave you in Matt’s care because he was worried he would…hit on you?

Letting out a grunt, Frank grabbed the handles of your bag in his left hand and swiped it off the table.

“He’s too preoccupied at night anyway.”

“Doing what, exactly?”

“Bein’ the goddamn Devil. C’mon.”

When Frank walked past you towards your front door, you turned around to watch him, narrowing your eyes in irritation.

“Can you at least tell me who you’ve employed to babysit me then?”

Frank paused at your front door, which he took up the entire frame of, and his head dropped between his shoulders for a moment. You could hear him audibly voice his frustration with your attitude when he let out another sharp exhale before turning to look at you over his shoulder.

“A friend of mine.”

“Yeah, you said that. A friend of yours, that you’ve never mentioned before. Do I have to have some kind of top secret security clearance for you to tell me their name?”

There was a scowl on Frank’s face as he glowered at you, turning around to face you fully. He dropped your bag on the floor with a light thud, scrunching up his face for a moment as he inhaled sharply through his large nose, cocking his head to the side.

“Christ. This what you wanna do right now, huh?”

Returning his glare with just as much vehemence, you let out a dry and humorless laugh as you gestured around loosely.

“No, Frank. This isn’t what I want-”

“Look you wanna keep bustin’ my goddamn balls, fine. But do it from the truck, yeah? You can antagonize me with your bullshit all you want while I drive, but we got somewhere to be.”

Clenching your jaw, your hands balled into frustrated fists at your sides. For a moment the two of you were locked in some kind of silent staring contest. You were so sick of every conversation with Frank lately turning into an argument that ended with the two of you at each other’s throats. You didn’t have the patience to combat his stubborn dedication to being a self righteous asshole. Gritting your teeth, you stormed forward and grabbed your own bag as you brushed past him out your front door, swearing under your breath.

“Dick.”

Frank pursed his full lips and nodded his head, turning around to follow you after forcefully shutting your front door behind himself.

“Yeah yeah, get in the goddamn truck.”

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[oopsiedaisydeer]

introducing... nurse!nick and barista!thomas

nick is grumpy but quietly kind. sleep-deprived. stashes snacks in his locker. complains about his caffeine addiction but never refuses it. comeback king, dry humor slips out when least expected. always goes to the same coffee shop even though it’s further from the hospital. bad with manners.

thomas is observant, loves his job. herbal tea. knows exactly what everyone needs before they do. facial hair and tattoos. notices nick’s routine and can’t help but feel curious. teases nick by writing passive-aggressive notes on his cup. somehow always a ray of sunshine. working on his latte art.

a/n: ofc nick's moodboard was the easiest to make 😌

dividers by @bernardsbendystraws ꨄ

[anothanobody]

His To Marry, His to Protect

Pairing: Sung Jinwoo & Cha Haein

Premise: A sheltered princess is made to wed the newly crowned king, Sung Jinwoo, as an assurance after the war ended. A decision that not everyone respects in his kingdom as many plots and twists cannot wait to see her out of the palace to replace her with a Queen of their choosing.

The premise is up there, now... it is going to be angsty every now and then, like really.

A few key points for the beginning part of the plot:

The wedding will be kind of sabotaged, the wedding is the first time they meet, they're actually attracted to each other based on looks. They kiss at the ceremony, it lingers on their minds.

the reception makes her feel unwelcomed quickly, the nobles keep taking Jinwoo away, interrupting her and cutting her off every time they're talking. Though, he rejects them a few times, the few times he goes, the ladies are the ones getting close to him or they talk to him without ever directing a words at her that wasn’t passive aggressive.

First dance, only dance, he’s whisked away to dance with Juhee and then Jinah. Whispers and murmurs after he’s dragged for another dance with a lady, Haein feels embarrassed, after a few she leaves for the garden to breathe and then to the palace after returning to the ballroom to see him still dancing with her.

She tells the maids to not let anyone inside the room for the night. They follow her orders and inform the king, jinwoo, since he had arranged for them to share a bed already. He’s locked out and his new wife is mad.

Her people after their king was informed, leave the ballroom, rendering their alliance strained already.

After another similar incident and rumors spreading of Jinwoo’s dalliances with another lady at his wedding, they ask for an annulment after the humiliation of the wedding of their princess as her and her people were disrespected.

Jinwoo embarrassed at his people, had half of the palace fired and goes look for Haein. She allowed the annulment, but Jinwoo begs her to at least stay with him till their required period of six months ended to show her that things will change.

She accepts but she’s sure the divorce will go through anyway, his nobles were shameless in their actions, they were going to do worse.

Haein has her walls up, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Jinwoo is being extra careful with her, he had actually met her before, or seen her, when their kingdoms were at peace when they were just children before the war.

Things keep happening out of her control. Though, she starts to fall in love him, things were not great. Going against his own nobility for her sake, they are ready to rebel and take over. Haein thinks it will be better to go their separate ways but Jinwoo after spending time together, cannot let her go.

Ok… so listen. like i said i love angst.

now the wedding was his fault, he was unsure what to do at the occasion and with so many people present of foreign countries, he had tried to stay by her side. He wasn’t sure whether to lose it in front of everyone or consent it. Alas, he chose wrong. He regrets it.

Haein feels alone as her own delegation has to go back. Leaving her there. She had been though it; so she’s sure she’ll survive it. For a while she feels like it’s her against the world, she doesn’t trust Jinwoo.

She can see he’s making an effort. Her walls start to crumble for him and Jinah that has been by her side since the first day, knowing what it is like to be a princess and having no agency for most of their lives.

There might be a runaway arc or a caged arc, where she’ll be locked up in the palace without a way out in fear of her running away. and another war might break out.

so. it gets dark real fast 💀

this will happen to a certain extent in the first maybe three chapters. or four. if you have opinions let me know, i’m having lots of thoughts on whether i should make it a lighter or darker story, honestly tho, solo leveling ain’t sunshine’s and rainbows so…

This is roughly what will happen in HTMHTP, hopefully you’ll like it when it comes out! it’s in the works!

[writerswho]

Fanfiction. Title: Of Shirts Shenanigans and Long Overdue Apologies. Word count: 1073. Ratings: Teen And Up Audiences. Relationship: Bakugou & Midoriya, Todoroki & Midoriya. Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply. Summary: It all started two months ago with a shirt. A simple shirt, with no details other than a phrase, like all the different items of clothing in Midoriya's wardrobe that don't have a hero printed on them. A white shirt with black sleeves in the style of the baseball shirts from the films Shouto used to watch as a child, with the words: “Yelling is NOT communication!” in large bold letters. Bakugou didn't take long to shred it. The following week he turned up with a shirt of his own saying: “Muttering IS NOT communication EITHER!” Links: ao3, tips! Commissions info here!

“Do you see what I see?” Iida asks quietly.

“I do,” Shouto replies in the same tone.

The two watch in amazement as Midoriya and Bakugou prepare Sunday lunch. It's a dormitory rule not to get in their way or the consequences could be drastic (like the time Uraraka distracted the green-haired one, and he accidentally put too much hot sauce in the regular lunch instead of the separate portion he was preparing for Bakugou and him). But such a feat was becoming extremely difficult as the weeks went by.

It all started two months ago with a shirt. A simple shirt, with no details other than a phrase, like all the different items of clothing in Midoriya's wardrobe that don't have a hero printed on them. A white shirt with black sleeves in the style of the baseball shirts from the films Shouto used to watch as a child, with the words: “Yelling is NOT communication!” in large bold letters. Bakugou didn't take long to shred it. The following week he turned up with a shirt of his own saying: “Muttering IS NOT communication EITHER!”

Since then, other shirts have appeared. Some were pretty daft, others no one frankly understood. Their latent hostility and animosity evolved into passive aggression, for which the school's reform funds and Cementoss-sensei were very grateful. The only comment Aizawa-sensei made was that if a pair of odd T-shirts made them stop breaking the rules by trying to smash each other's faces in the early hours of the morning, he wouldn't interfere.

Sunday T-shirts have become weekly T-shirts. Some days, they turn up in new shirts. On other days, they repeat a point that irritates them deeply. Shouto admits that he lent his father's credit card to Midoriya to buy most of his shirts and even placed an order for nineteen shirts similar to the first one that started it all for his whole class to wear when Bakugou is being particularly loud. Other students have other models with their complaints for other people. Kamimari, for example, spent a week wearing a shirt saying he was not an idiot. Jirou stopped calling him that on the first day. Mineta, on the other hand, was expelled from school when all the girls in his class along with the girls in class B staged a protest with several T-shirts on the front showing a drawing of all the places they had been touched by him without permission and on the back all the things he had said to them or near them (the teachers held an assembly afterwards to publicly apologise to the students for having allowed him in school for so long and talked about new policies which ended with thirty more students expelled or suspended). Shouto paid for all those T-shirts. And he did it for a reason beyond just spending his father's money. Personally, Shouto believes that his father's money has never been better spent.

When everyone decided to go to the shopping centre for the first time since the last fiasco where Shigaraki almost killed Midoriya (again), the whole gang decided to wear a shirt with the villain's face on it, where his name became known as “Shiggy, the Crispy”. Unfortunately, because Midoriya was with them and the real superpower of the class's ray of sunshine was to make use of Murphy's Law, they bumped into the villain again, who didn't like their shirts one bit. Dabi and Toga, on the other hand, asked where they could get one (Shouto said he was going to leave a shirt for each League member at the not-so-secret secret place Natsuo uses to exchange letters with Touya-nii).

All these shirts were funny. They were all jokes. They fight about the shirts sometimes, but it's nothing serious, nothing bad. Nothing lasts longer than the time it takes to cook a meal with the force of hatred. But the shirt Midoriya is wearing now is different. Because Bakugou is crying.

It's a simple shirt, like all the others. All it has is the outline of a swan. Nothing else. Just a swan. And Bakugou is crying.

Midoriya is hugging him, apologising. Saying that this, that the shirt has nothing to do with it. Shouto doesn't know what it is, but this makes Bakugou cry all the more. Because Midoriya doesn't seem to have noticed something absurdly important to both of them, something so monumentally significant that the blond is bursting into tears. Sobbing and choking and begging for forgiveness. Shouto doesn't know what to do. Midoriya and he are friends, and the green one knows everything he needs to know about him from the first moment Shouto dumped all his trauma on him. But Midoriya is different, he keeps his problems to himself. He keeps everything to himself until the last moment, and he only opens up when there is no other option because, as Shouto has come to realise, Izuku thinks that everything about him is a burden and the less he can do to be a burden, the better (or worse in most cases). But now Bakugou of all people is hugging the most joyful and merry boy in the class, the same he tried to attack on the first day of school and almost killed on the second day, the one he spent the last school year antagonising and the last few months in a silent battle with personalised shirts, and he's apologising as if his life depended on it.

And the most terrifying part of it all is that Midoriya isn't crying. Midoriya Izuku, the boy who cries about everything, isn't shedding a tear while Bakugou's face is filled with tears, drool and snot.

Midoriya is smiling. It's not an evil or smug smile or something to gloat over the situation. It's the smile of someone who has been surprised. The smile of someone who has received something they never thought they would. The smile of someone who has spent years coming to terms with something that shouldn't have happened, but is now seeing its almost happy ending. Midoriya's smile is the smile that Shouto imagines having on the day that Endeavor finally gets what he deserves and he and his family can live in peace.

Shouto doesn't know what Bakugou has done and won't ask. If Midoriya ever wants to talk about it, he will. But he is happy that his friend has received an apology.

[helaelaemond]

Maybe a Headcannon is Billy having a Chubby Girlfriend (I’m a chubby girl.) maybe she’s the golden retriever kind of girlfriend who got in a relationship with Billy who despite being seen as a loser is treated and given a lot of attention by his girlfriend….what if someone makes his girl cry which he’s never seen his happy go lucky girlfriend do and it…reveals how much she actually means to him…being protective of his girlfriend not caring what anyone thinks of her or him anymore.

You know what my love I actually have Billy x chubby/plus size gf!reader on my drafts list because tall and lanky bf x shorter chubby gf is an elite combo!!!!!

Billy meeting her family for the first time and her unpleasant aunt is there, the aunt that always finds ways to needle her and she makes comments that aren’t quite rude enough to call out, but are laced with horridness. But of course! It’s a family event so they can’t say anything in case it disturbs the peace! So when a particularly set of comments land hard on reader, she excuses herself to the kitchen, frustrated and hurt that no one stood up for her.

And then Billy comes in, disconcerted by the passive aggression he’s seeing in her family that he’s never seen in her, and she’s crying and she tries to stop and smile when he comes in, because she can’t cry! She’s happy, she’s cheerful, she’s a ray of sunshine, she’s not allowed to cry-!

And he goes to her and wraps her up in a tight hug, his arms under hers so hers are around his neck, and he just murmurs “we’re leaving” and it’s such a relief because it means he understands, he sees what happened and he sees how she’s hurt and he wants to save her. And when they leave, he’s polite but very quiet, and on the way home he keeps his fingers laced through hers to remind her she’s always safe with him.

[risingsouls]

What's all this with the rpc making you a villain?

[I should first preface this with the fact that it isn't the DB RPC. In fact, the Dragonball RPC, save for a few times, has always been chill and a really great place to hang out. There are some really cool and creative people here, and I'm so grateful for them. They're also very chill and, for the most part, can recognize the difference between a harmless opinion about a character in a series, the difference between IC and OOC thoughts and behaviors, and actual, harmful "vague blogging" and toxic behavior.

The rest under the cut because I sort went overboard.

That said, that's basically what I've been dealing with for months in another RPC (which I'm sure plenty of you know which it is if you know my blog count). In short, I've been lectured and turned into a monster by a very clique-ish RPC seemingly for my character not always being sunshine and rainbows and for both of us having opinions that go against the grain of the rest of them. It seems that since a mun did not like the way my character interacted with theirs--this was all IC I want to let you know--they've spread a whole bunch of lies about me being a bully and toxic to the rest of the RPC, which is small and, according to someone who decided to lecture me, "everyone" in this RPC are friends and they all talk (first telling me plainly you're not part of the "in" group so you can't "misbehave" like their friend did with ACTUAL vague blogging in this particular scenario as well as confirming the very clique-ish nature of the RPC). Through this is how THEY heard about how "terrible" I am and told me they didn't want to RP with me. Which you know, on it's face, whatever. That part wasn't the issue and I'm sure you can see what was.

So, since then, it's been a constant fight against people, anonymously or not, coming at me over literal nothing posts. Telling me I shouldn't "vague blog", passive aggressively telling me that there is an X character blog in the RPC and that mine or my character's "harsh" opinion might hurt their feelings. For then and perpetually having to defend myself and explain my POV, that my character isn't a ray of sunshine, that IC =/= OOC. Just to be told I was the one being aggressive and rude and a horrible person for doing nothing wrong from the jump. For making a nothing post about, in this most recent case, the portrayal of a character IN A CANON(ish) SOURCE (it's a side game that technically isn't part of the canon, for reference). Nothing about how someone played them. Nothing about any particular mun. Literally just IC commentary from my character and a short, fair critique of the depiction of this character in this particular source material. Oh, and then it was a lecture about doing it "publicly" (the conversation was in replies where the person STARTED IT I should add), so...you know.

And that's not mentioning the blatant double standard there seems to be when I have friends that post similar stuff and never hear a peep from anyone about it. They're not blocked by basically everyone. They're not getting messages or replies to their posts with people clutching their pearls and lecturing about RP decorum.

I've been basically blocked by at least half of that RPC, a ton of them people I've never even interacted with, so I can't help but feel some type of way about what might be being said about me behind closed doors. I'm not even sure if the story I told you above is where this started. I did make a mistake that I owned up to years ago when I lost my temper, so I'm not sure if that ordeal got me a bad rep or if it's just all this recent garbage that people have flung at me for just...running my stupid blog. For my character being rougher around the edges and for both of us being outspoken and opinionated. Like I understand I won't be everyone's cup of tea. That's fine. But as I've said...I can't help but feel this is a targeted effort. That this is a group of people poisoning my name and putting me on an RPC wide DNI list.

This probably sounds like me playing the victim, but I really don't understand why it's happening. At all. Everyone I've talked to that knows the situation are as stumped as me. I just really don't get it, and there's nothing I can do about it. I guess I just have to accept my role of the resident monster and just RP with the people who give me a chance and who know me already.]

[itsahotminuteinbetween]

oh crud guys guess what. guess what you're gonna love (hate) this. I'm an absolute idiot, a complete failure, a-

Narnia Au:

Okay. This hit me at 6:43 in the morning. So.

(Skip to the last paragraph if you want an actually okay-ish explanation.)

Y/N is a classic FazCo employee working for a pay too good to pass up to keep yourself afloat in the ruthless capitalistic society you live in. You’re fairly new, just moved into the area, actually. You’ll go to work, suffer, then go home and unpack for a little bit. The animatronics at your workplace are fairly unfamiliar with you and you don’t have any family or friends here, so you’re pretty lonely. You get hired as an odd-job person, with the additional part of hanging out with our best buddies, the Daycare Attendant, who is….somewhat passive aggressive with you. You’re not on the worst terms, but it could definitely be less cold. The frigid tension is especially noticed when Moon comes into play and, while he doesn’t have the virus and doesn’t chase you around, is an absolute asshole. So, our y/n comes home feeling like shit and plops onto the floor to start unpacking boxes. The new house (which they got REALLY cheap for such a big complex, by the way) is pretty much empty, all except for this big dusty wardrobe, which you’re pretty sure is ancient. You decide to check it out (cuz who knows, maybe you can sell it and make a shit ton of money) and are overcome with the smell of old musty jackets and mothballs. Turns out the people who left it left all their stuff in it, too. You start pulling stuff out to take stock of what’s left behind, only to find more and more things as you go deeper through. Just when you’ve finally pulled the last jacket off the last hook, a cold breeze hits you. And hey, you may not know too much about furniture, but you’re pretty sure that wardrobes don’t have their own weather systems. 

You follow the snowflakes drafting in and end up falling a good couple feet, dusting the snow off yourself and ignoring the cold in favor of taking stock of where the hell you are. Your surroundings are a very useless indicator. Evergreens tower over you left and right, leaving a small clearing with a dimly lit lamppost illuminating the powdery white sheets covering the ground. And, a little ways away from you, a tall man with a black umbrella, nearly as tall as the iron pole he stands beside. There’s something about him that you just can’t place.  

 So, you decide to approach the strange man and ask for directions, only to find that this man is not a man at all. Instead, you’re greeted by someone entirely nonhuman. Half goat below the waist and a scarf wrapped around a thin neck that holds up an all-too familiar sunshine face. Except, it doesn’t look like the one you’re used to. It’s a paler yellow, thin scratches stretching across the span of his face. A cloud of melancholy and defeat hangs over him as he picks at the worn-down, faded red gloves adorning his hands. After a moment of silent respect for whatever trials you feel he has faced, you introduce yourself. Half-retracted rays immediately straighten at the new voice, and he speaks to you enthusiastically, engaging in pleasantries before inviting you back to his place. You know they should decline (stranger danger guys), but…you are lost, and it is cold out, so much so that you hardly comment on the tension in his shoulders or the nervous edge to his tone, or how his hand shakes ever so slightly when you mention home. You follow him through the trees, unaware of the wind erasing the tracks behind you in the snow. 

Essentially, Sun is Mr. Tumnus and you’re all the kids in one. Sun has to constantly resist the urge in his head to take you to the Wicked Witch (Afton). The Beavers are our good ol buddies from the GlamRock crew, with the exception of Freddy, who’s (mmaybe?) Aslan. All the frozen statues that Afton’s collected in his hella creepy manor? Yeah, that’s every single kid we’ve lost to the FNAF games probably. And of course, Afton’s got his crew to sniff out those harboring lost little children. Vanny’s his main guard in that sense (Vanessa used to live in the house a long time ago, she came to the wardrobe and went through some…interesting events leading up to this), along with our dear friend Mr. Moon, who has the virus to…some extent. Not sure if I wanna combine them or have them as two separate entities here. Moon’ll probably end up switching sides, though he may be punished for it…

[cornfields-td-nonsense]

i get what ppl mean when they say the men in tdn r catty as hell but also they have Nicolas and hes the silliest billiest sooooo

true. very true. Nicolas and Rod are the two rays of sunshine amidst the passive aggressive dumpster fire that is the dynamic between the TDN men.

[cabaretclown]

Baldur's Gate 3 NPC Opinions

Companions

Lae'zel - constantly belittling you, sexually harrasses you, I don't know why people overlook this other than her being a woman. If she were a man I wouldn't tolerate that, it's not somehow better because she's a woman. I do admire that they wrote her exactly the same as the typical male soldier/warrior character, complete with chauvanism. A very accurate picture of an imperial soldier.

Shadowheart - opens the with racism toward Lae'zel, continues to be very demanding without really explaining why you should give her the time of day. I refused to recruit her at all and ended up fighting her with non-lethal damage and then stealing the MacGuffin off her. From the footage I've seen she's distressingly passive-aggressive. Again, a well-written character, very much so, but because of her background and her behaviour stepping all over my personal tripwires, I can't recruit her.

Astarion - Reminds me very much of myself in terms of what trauma we've both been through. I don't like how cruel he is, but again it does fit with his backstory and is well-written. He's NOT a shallow cariacature, because nobody in this game IS, and that's very rare for a character that's in the 'Flamboyant Queen' archetype. I like that his Tragic Backstory has zero to do with him being queer.

Gale - The exact kind of academic I find deeply, deeply irritating, but am--sadly--the most able to interface with. Of course I'm going to help you, of course I don't think you should kill yourself, but I'm not dating you either. As someone suicidal myself, I get where he's coming from, but whether the game--or Gale--will allow me to be a supportive friend without romance remains to be seen.

Wyll - C a g e y. Cagey to the point where I'm like, you're foolish and a liability. I get that you signed an NDA, but carrying on like I'm supposed to trust that someone with your reputation had 'good reasons' for signing a Faustian deal--one that you seem to not be taking seriously--is very worrying. You are not alone anymore, your mistakes could harm all of us. However, Wyll at least seems to be better socialised than any of the previous entries on this list, which is a welcome respite.

Karlach - Perfect no notes. What a delight. Irl she'd overwhelm me a bit just because she's very loud and I startle easily; but she's such a little ray of sunshine. If I were into girls I'd definitely want her to romance me. As it is she's my best sister.

Withers - He's Jergal. I love him. I have very little to say to him but I love him.

Volo - What a fucking delight. He's basically Volo Cripslock, you know?

Halsin - YOUR SCIENCE IS BAD AND YOU SHOULD FEEL BAD!! Seriously though, with how he talks about parasites and goblins, and how quick he is to be the arbiter of what 'belongs' in nature versus what doesn't? ECO FASH. Like he left Kagha in charge and there's ecofash all up in his druid grove. This is absolutely bogus this man knows nothing about biology this is like saying someone peddling doTerra knows about science. He is not realistic about nature and he's arrogant enough to assume he knows what's what, which is very dangerous. I don't get why you people think he's sweet and kind, he's literally saying stuff like 'this one species of people is an infection on the land' and y'all think that's??? Okay????? That's genocide, babey! I do like that he's written that way because it offers a realistic depiction of nature worship vs nature knowledge and I do like that, because often people I meet who 'love nature' are also ecofash who disrepsect the actual science facts. Halsin may not be as bad as Kagha but there's definitely similar red flags on both of them, which is probably why he didn't predict how leaving her in charge would turn out.

Minthara - the minute she talked about killing the tieflings I kicked her into that chasm in her office.

Non Companions

Zevlor - Mensch. Stressed. I really wanted to hug him and offer to escort his people personally.

Raphael - So he encountered me while I was three hours into a search for where Halsin was in the goblin camp, and I was very frustrated at the time; but from what I learned later, having this kind of poor timing is actually very in character for him, as is his whole bit about inaccurately assuming we're desperate for a 'cure', so desperate that we'll tolerate him being insufferably smug at us. Like sorry buddy, your timing is VERY bad. Read the room. Anyway I love how incompetent he is, he's probably the most realistic villain I've ever seen. Had a landlord like him once in Baltimore. He's incredibly Baltimore, come to think of it.

Haarlep - In the immortal words of Rose Tyler "Are they paying you? Are they paying you money? Can you leave? Do you need help?" Like oh my god. This man is a victim of sex trafficking and that's especially horrifying when you realise incubi need sex as food. I'm deeply concerned for this man, he is not being fed, I need to put meat on his poor bones. I am fussing like a Nonna over him. Please eat something mimma, please you look skinny. Oh my god he forced you to keep one single form and you're a shapeshifter oh my god. I need to kill Raphael so help me Erinyes I need to fucking kill him.

Kar'niss - Perfect sweet boy I want to hug him forever. Come with us baby. Let me teach you about all the spiders and introduce you to better goddesses that will love and cherish you. This is Echidna, this is Loki, this is Persephone. Here are some stickers, do you need klonopin? Let's get you to a psych so you can get some medicine, baby. It's gonna be okay.

[ao3feed-kiribaku]

still me still you

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/EJDeMF7 by Sphlynnpix_21 "Still You, Still Me" Kirishima Eijiro and Bakugo Katsuki have always been inseparable, but after graduating from UA, Kirishima leaves for an internship in America under the pro hero *Knight Forge*. Despite their bond, Bakugo struggles with Kirishima’s departure, masking his emotions behind a tough exterior. The two don't speak for five years. Now, Bakugo is a top hero, driven by his need to be the strongest, but feels an emptiness without Kirishima by his side. Meanwhile, Kirishima has grown into his own in America, facing challenges and sharpening his skills. When he returns to Japan, Bakugo is forced to confront the emotions he buried deep down. Their reunion is anything but ordinary, filled with tension, raw emotions, and explosive moments. As new threats emerge, Bakugo must face what truly matters to him: the unbreakable bond he shares with Kirishima and the strength to embrace it. Words: 7755, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: M/M Characters: Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Ashido Mina, Kaminari Denki, Sero Hanta, Todoroki Shouto, Jirou Kyouka, Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Bakugou Mitsuki, Bakugou Masaru, Kirishima Eijirou's Mother Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou Additional Tags: Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings, KiriBaku Week, Kirishima Eijirou is a Ray of Sunshine, Characters Are Pro Heroes (My Hero Academia), Pro Hero Bakugou Katsuki, Pro Hero Kirishima Eijirou, Aged-Up Character(s), Feelings, Blood and Violence, Minor Injuries, Villains, Bakusquad (My Hero Academia), Angst, Slow Burn, Passive-aggression, Protective Bakugou Katsuki, Protective Kirishima Eijirou, Parental Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead | Dadzawa, Alternate Universe - Pro Heroes (My Hero Academia), Midoriya Izuku Has a Quirk, Manga & Anime, Angst with a Happy Ending, Author Is Sleep Deprived, Bakugou Katsuki Has Hearing Aids, Sign Language, Kirishima Eijirou Needs a Hug read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/EJDeMF7

[seph7]

By Mel Gussow

Nov. 2, 1979

IN his Pulitzer Prize‐winning drama, “The Shadow Box,” Michael Cristofer dealt compassionately with death and dying. In “Ice,” which will run through Sunday at the Manhattan Theater Club, he is concerned with bleak survival, death in life: two lonely men and a woman in an isolated cabin in the Alaska wilderness.

Clearly, Mr. Cristofer has intended to write an archetypical drama about vagrant people, who, through force of circumstance, have become more animal than human. However, the result is unfocused and unsavory — a selfparody whose best feature is its brevity.

•

The owner of the cabin, played by William Russ, begins as a clean‐cut outdoorsman. Inexplicably, he invites a scrofulous derelict to share his quarters, and talks to him as if he might be an old buddy from high school, instead of a filthy, crab‐infested stranger. By the end of the play, the derelict (J. T. Walsh) is sober, shaven and even articulate — with cleanliness comes good speech. On the other hand, Mr. Russ is chattering to himself like a deranged parrot. The switch in roles is as obvious as it is farfetched. As Susan Sharkey, playing a woman called Sunshine, says, “Surprises are hard to come by out here.”

Miss Sharkey is the primary asset of Robert Woodruff's production. She is, as usual, a striking and sensual presence, but her role and the play are marshaled against her. Sunshine is loosetalking and promiscuous, aggressively available to one man and another. The men in the play are usually passive when it comes to sex, although in other respects they can be whirligigs of energy, charging into the night to walk four cold miles to stand alone at the nearest bar.

As director, Mr. Woodruff is unable to give the play a basis in credibility. He and Sally Jacobs, as designer, err in not stressing Arctic authenticity. The play begins with Mr. Russ unboarding a window in his cabin, exposing the room to inclement weather, but the place never seems the least bit wintry.

In contrast, for Mr. Walsh's first entrance, the makeup department has outdone itself in seeking versimilitude, caking the actor with what appears to be grease and spittle. He looks as if someone stepped on his face with muddy boot. The probable explanation for the seemingly unnecessary intermission is that it gives Mr. Walsh time to wash up and change his clothes.

One other theatrical footnote: this is the second time in a week that an ax has been used as a comic stage prop. In “Emigres” at the Brooklyn Academy of Music, a character uses one to open a tiny tin can. In “Ice,” Mr. Russ takes an ax, raises it high over his head, and with unerring aim chops himself a nice neat slice of birthday cake.

“Ice” was first presented at the Mark Taper Forum in 1976, and since then, Mr. Cristofer has written a number of other plays. Perhaps this one should be regarded as the equivalent of a successful novelist's failed second novel — something to be forgotten.

A Sunday matinee at 3 P.M. has been added to the schedule of “The 1940's Radio Hour,” the musical at the St. James Theater, 246 West 99th Street. T‐shirts with the logo of the show will be given free to the audience at this Sunday's matinee, tickets for which range from $11 to $20.

Cabin Fever

ICE, by Michael Cristofer. Directed by Robert Woodruff; setting and costumes by Sally Jacobs; lighting by Marc B. Weiss; production stage manager, William Chance. Presented by the Manhattan Theater Club, Lynne Meadow, artistic director; Barry Grove, managing director. At Upstage/Cabaret, 321 East 73d Street.

Murph ... William Russ

Ray ... J.T. Walsh

Sunshine ... Susan Sharkey

[petitprincess1]

wouldn't mind seeing your swap moon and sun hcs

The post got barely any notes, but screw it. Like I said, imma have fun with it. I will say that keep in mind that I have not played the game myself, just seen bits of walk-throughs and going with what I've read in fanfics. Here we go:

Sun is still his cheerful and adorable self, but he uses that to his advantage. Who would think twice that this ray of sunshine would do any harm to kids? Plus, the fact that he has easy access to identifying and knowing the children's parents, he knows which kids would be the more trusting due to negligent parenting.

For those that get left behind longer, Sun will get them to play a few games with him to keep their trust. After he tires them out, he'll give them sundrops (actually moondrops, but wrapped in the sun-themed paper) and end up carrying them off to Vanessa. If they end up asking questions or don't drift off, Sun will tell them everything is okay. After all, lying is against the rules in the Daycare.

While he is energetic and playful, he isn't afraid to show when his "battery" has drained. Sometimes this'll lead him to be cruelly sarcastic with the children...but some don't care because they're kids.

Child: Sunny, can you help me do my homework? Sundrop: Oh, boy howdy, would I!! You know what? Why don't I just do it for you? It's not like I have several other sniveling kids to look after! Child: Sundrop, doing the kid's homework: *grumpy grumbles*

Sun is still an aggressive neat freak, but will have the children help out, if necessary. Either that or he'll hide it for Moon to clean up. (The latter is a little harder to do, since he's going against his programming.)

Sun takes out his passive-aggressive behavior on the security guards and/or assistants that help out. Sometimes even freaks them out about infinitely fragile they are compared to him.

He doesn't fight when it comes to switching places with Moon. If anything, he enjoys the relief, especially since he's been trying to fight against the virus.

Moondrop is much more soft-spoken than how he is in canon and very down-to-earth with the children. It's rare to ever see him not down at their level to help them feel more comfortable.

If a child is afraid of the dark, he can make the stars on his outfit glow like little nightlights. Sometimes he'll even "nap" along with them, showing that there is nothing to be afraid of.

He's still incredibly protective and will use the suspension cable to scare away intruders because of a "flying" robot. However, he will restrain them more than actually harm them. Moon has seen enough...harm.

While Moon is happy that the virus has calmed with Sun, he is a little worried to leave him unattended. So, he tends to play as Sun's conscious more than half of the time. Luckily, he mainly has to intervene when it comes to adults rather than children.

Also, even tho the kids went missing on Sun's watch, the faculty still assumed it was Moon's fault. Even when Sun placed a child on timeout in a closet for several hours, they still blamed it on Moon. So, the light generators are still in use, leaving Moon very little time to be out.

Moondrop also has slight resentment toward Sun, due to being accused.

The two have a somewhat strained relationship with each other since the incident. They try to work on it, however. Moon even gives Sun words of encouragement and praise when he fights against the virus.

Plus, Sun needs Moon to keep his mind off of aiding Vanessa. He tends to figuratively and literally shut down whenever he is reminded of it. Although, Sun will eventually shake it off and pretend that it hardly bothers him.

Moon is also disturbed by Sun at times.

Sun, speaking internally: ...You know...any moment we could just squish that security guard's head like a grape, right? Moon: Sun: I mean, it would be so easy. A quick scream and- pbbbt -gone. Moon: Sun: Don't you find that funn- Moon: Sunny, I will make us go to Parts and Services so fast, if you don't shut up. Sun, mumbling: Party-pooper...

[itsclydebitches]

Look, I don’t know what it’ll be yet, but I woke up this morning with an intense need to write an OFMD Steddy Hands fake dating AU. Maybe Mary really needs Stede to come home for some reason, so in an effort to distract from how that’s definitely dead Stede Bonnet in a wig, he brings his two husbands along as proof of his totally unique identity. Maybe they come across another fancy boat gala that only accepts couples and guess what, we’re in the mood for another passive aggressive fuckery and we need your help, Izzy! Maybe Spanish Jackie rolls up to The Revenge one morning and is like, “For totally non-contrived reasons I’m in need of three more husbands and considering Jim helped kill two of them, I’m borrowing your Captains and First Mate. You’ll get them back in one piece. Probably.”

All I know is that I need the pre-confession pining, the awkwardness, the class cultural misunderstandings, the sheer hilarity of two soulmates and two Loathe At First Sight adversaries with a dash of Izzy’s hate crush trying to manage whatever their mission is over jumping and/or stabbing the other. A scene where Ed is like, “Why yes, that literal ray of sunshine is indeed my husband, thank you for noticing! Oh god, oh fuck, I wish ╥﹏╥  Oh, the feral one in the corner trying to stab the canapés? Yes, also my husband. Haha yes, it is an interesting arrangement, but you know what they say about us accountants!”

[bighitfics]

CEO CHARACTER PROFILE [2]

dynamic with their oc's (you can imagine yourself if you want to, however you like)

Taehyung and Oc

virtuous ray of sunshine and her hot headed guy

loud extrovert and shy extrovert

sensual love

always gossiping about the most random and bizarre things together.

would over pretend to be more in pain because he's just obsessed with the way she tends to get worried, he basks in the attention she pays him.

appears unapproachable and disinterested but he's already picturing to fuck her.

is wary of male friends, he has passive aggressive interactions with them. he can't help it but he ends up overreacting quite violently everytime a male would romantically want to approach you. will obsessively hold onto your waist and ask for kisses.

he's at your service at any given time, be it those anxious bad days, the chicken ball and blueberry ice cream cravings at midnight or picking you up from work, he wouldn't let you do the littlest of things by yourself.

would stare intensely.

calls you love/pretty girl all the time.

"mhm, sure"

"can I touch you there?"

"can we like fuck? right now?"

"open the door, I'm standing outside your apartment"

intensely keep staring at you, and make you nervous with the much details he would point out.

will have your messy morning head selfie as his lockscreen.

mutual fascination.

silent treatment as a way to cope when they have a fight, but never the type to scream or get physically violent.

will prevent his cunning family members from reaching out to you, if they ever try any of their ancestral ways with you, he'd bring them to shambles.

Hosoek and Oc.

overthinking delinquent and his book nerd

poised extrovert and clueless introvert

obsessive love

Hosoek tends to be practical and rational as a partner, it will take much time for him to bare his heart. Whereas she's full of life and the plumpness of youth. (at least that's what he has in his mind)

the kind of lover to send you luxurious presents out of nowhere, BUT mind you he'd die than admit that in front of you.

would unintentionally become controlling in the beginning, which would lead to arguments in the upcoming time.

habitant to admire you discreetly.

"oh really?"

"that's my girl."

"come back, I wanna see you"

will mentally freak out when he sees you cry, would make ridiculous dad jokes in attempt to make you feel better.

he'd never let you pay for bills at dates not even split

calls you sweetheart/babe but only in private, he doesn't like any sort of phd in public (that doesn't even count as a phd) but things like that matter to him.

would feel turned on when he'd observe you picking on his habits.

one touch starved, one can't stop touching.

both get defensive if anyone ever hints at something negative about each other.

lots of yearning for each other.

Jungkook and Oc.

strict giant and his little bundle of smartness

calm and collected introvert and talkative introvert

unconditional love

grumpy and smiley.

intellectual and wise conversations at midnight.

always eager to give oral down there for the longest time, quite impatient and sexually active when he's around his lover, and you find it amusing because that's unlike his normal self to be so horny most of the time.

normally force him to watch brutal crime stories with you which ends with you getting scarred for life (just for that particular episode), and he always needs to reassure and cool you down if you get too panicky, as if you didn't insisted on watching it in the first place.

they get caught making out (almost eating each other's tongue off as they say) multiple time.

your real name is your pet name (is not really the sweet talker) calls you angel/my healer when he's not sober.

"fuck yeah"

"you like that?"

"make sure to eat."

fuck everyone else I only care about you.

owns up to the fact that you're his total, absolute, and infinite opposite, would shyly smile thinking about your silly antics.

would give you cash money as a gift.

will exceedingly devote his time to get to know your family, he's more of a "your family is mine" kind of guy. he'd create a rocking bond with your father, and a playful fellowship with your mother he's gonna have that "run away with me please, I like you more than your daughter" and he'd spoil your younger brother with expensive gifts even when you'd give him an ear about it, from the latest x-box to the latest balenciaga and prada shoes he'll take full responsibility of your little brother.

his wealth will overwhelm you sometimes.

will sneakily smoke out of your sight, would feel apologetic whenever he'd be intoxicated and take marijuana (after countless of anxious resistance he'd just give in), he'd most probably avoid you on days like that which might cause misunderstanding from your side.

both fatigued and need a break away from the society.

both hopelessly in love with each other.

one wouldn't hurt a fly, another one wouldn't hesitate to kill someone hands down.

my note :

hello, everyone.

I'm basically writing after a year. a lot of things happened in just a year and it cost me to loose a lot my ambitions, my dreams, my desires they are ruined and it was self destructive in many ways. I couldn't work on anything nonetheless let's not get more into this topic because it's tiring atp.

How have you all been?

Did you like it? I have no idea where I got the sense of motivation to make this at five am in the morning but I think I liked the outcome.

Which one is close to your ideal type of dynamic? I'd be very delighted if I get some feedback.

tagline | @99liners @sweetwolfcupcake @dazed--xx @dearbambideer @raynom

[yandereaffections]

I would like to commission a scenario with Agapito. His s/o is a prosecutor (detective of some sort) who wants to shut down his operation and they’re close to uncovering it all. They think all the flirting/gifts etc. are an act to bribe them, not knowing how he actually feels.

This might be one of the few spots not too far outside of the city that's this empty at sunset. Orange sunshine highlight the plain windows of the surrounding brick buildings that's complemented by two empty sidewalks with occasional cracks running through them. You've made major progress so far, regardless of how much your incompetent partner has been basically leaving you to lead alone, maybe you just got lucky finding the scrawny young adult who basically broke the moment you started questioning him, either way the brand name clothing on a poor fast food worker was enough to point him out from the list of possible dealers

As you walk along the sidewalk with maybe one or two people passing by from the other side of the street you sigh, taking in the sound of the scattered thin trees tussling before returning to your thoughts. From the information you've gathered around the barren area with a two or three warehouses scattered about, this is where most of those associated would be found. Hoping to make a few more steps forward you left your partner behind, not like they minded anyways, dressed up to fit in the dress code of a relatively nearby warehouse worker to ensure you can get by if you do manage to find suspicious activity of some sort.

Despite the stares you would get every now and then and the fact that if you didn't get your hands on that poor dude no one would be weak enough to break under pressure like they did, your only other opponent is the man who has been suspected to have a major stance in the business himself. Surprisingly enough these brief interactions with Agapito weren't aggressive in the slightest, nothing to write home about other than he's seem to have taken a particular interest in you, which certainly isn't very helpful when you're trying to avoid getting too involved with the organization. The rays of the sunset made it hard to see as you walked forward, windy surroundings were rather quiet though nothing that would've covered up the sound of someone approaching behind you, in spite of that the same devil you were thinking of appeared behind you.

Agapitos arm rested over your shoulders as he leveled himself side to side with you, the second you made eye contact the muscles in your body stiffened. If your startled expression wasn't obvious the fact your heart is beating against your chest would've made it clear. In contrast to you, agapito wore a smile, friendly and inviting if you didn't know the power that was held in such a grin. "Angel? What are you doing out here this late in the day, usually the inner part of the city has you preoccupied" there's no ill intentioned tone in his words, it doesn't keep you from feeling much more weight on your shoulders than he's leaning on you.

With your mind racing you quickly trace your sight over the upcoming buildings your both walking towards frantically looking for a camera, anything that doesn't leave you completely alone as your mind scatters for a response. The implication this man knows more about you than you do him doesn't sink in as you let out a breath you weren't aware was being held, trying your best to come with a passive reply but before you can spit out a single word he speaks over you. "The outfit is definitely new too, looks better than what your boss has you wearing" his grip tightened, not bothering trying to fill in your frightened silence almost finding it cute how your now completely still wide eyes avoid contact with his. Hearing his stifled laugh covered by the side of his palm is followed by feeling your stomach sink into a void, how the hell are you gonna get away from a threat that teases and taunts, poking at your sides as if he make it clear he's been figuring you out much longer than you've been trying to shut down his whole gig

A few more steps against the wind that suddenly seems much chillier compared to a couple of minutes ago you finally see it, a security camera hanging from the roof of a deli across the street. The relief that spread throughout your veins was short lived seeing agapito notice the expression change on your face. Being reminded you're not safe yet agapito hums, seemingly trying to figure out how to start his sentence "I didnt plan on scaring you so much, thought a detective would be more on their feet than you but it matches how cutely aloof you often are. I wanted to get to you sooner rather than later that's all" the leather of his jacket shifts across the softer material of your disguise as his arms slips back to his side "I'll let you scurry off now angel" slowing down his pace you quickly put distance between the two of you, too excited at the chance to get away back to the safety of your job, confused to what the goal in such a short interaction was

Not realizing as you sped up the camera went out of view, agapito walking the opposite direction as a wet cloth gets shoved into your face. The hand you struggled against cupped perfectly to drag your head pulling the rest of you into the alley you almost sped walked right passed. The fading sunlight doesn't cover over the shadows here, perfectly tucked away where no one would realize you disappeared. Thrashing around against who you can tell was a skinny man only had you breathing in the chemicals masked around your face, he wouldn't let his grip slip no matter the last futile efforts you put into hurting him. Through the tears what you saw before darkness started pricking at the corners of your eyes was a designer brand shirt logo of the person holding you down, familiar voice calling the name you dreaded most as the rest of the words blurred into nothing but nonsense into nothing at all