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k0yaz · 7 months
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hiii i'd like to request a jealousy smut oneshot with shuichi
im just thinking abt him being all jealous and clingy and taking us to his room to do something about it,, im not sure how you characterize him but i like unexpected moments of confidence for him, sue me
gn reader preferably!! thank you ^_^
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Pairing(s): shuichi saihara x gn!reader
CW: nsfw, jealousy, gn!reader, teasing, anal, switch shuichi, switch reader, blowjob, handjob, marking, slight bruising, very descriptive making out, cum swallowing, palming, shuichi is a little bit ooc but not too much, kokichi being a little shit
A/N: ugh I hate school sm bro and OH MY GOD ILY FOR BEING SPECIFIC WITH YOUR REQUEST
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“And that’s why we shouldn’t normalize blowing up snails we randomly find in our garage! D.I.C.E doesn’t need to waste their explosives on snails!” Kokichi exclaimed, causing you to just stare at him with a blank expression.
You shook your head quickly, snapping you back into the conversation with Kokichi. He frowned and looked at you, his small figure hunched over and drooped down to match his whiny expression. “Y/N! Were you even listening?” He asked sourly, causing you to meet his gaze. He leaned onto you in a childish manner, pressing his head against your chest and his arms around you. You didn’t react much to him, and kept your hands in your pockets, staring back into space and getting lost in thought.
It took a minute for you to notice the little gremlin clinging onto you. “Ah…sorry…” you replied dryly, not really caring much about Kokichi at the moment. Your mind was focused on your boyfriend, Shuichi, instead.
You were getting ready to head to his room until you heard a familiar “huh?” In the distance. Your head turned in the direction of your boyfriend’s voice, seeing him with his eyes wide but his eyelids drooped low. Kokichi noticed the detective’s evident feelings faster than you did, and he hugged you tighter as he pressed his head further against your chest, smirking at Shuichi slyly.
Oh. Shuichi was jealous. How cute.
You rested your hand on Kokichi’s purple locks, pushing him away with enough force to get him off, but not too much to the point where it would hurt him. “Kokichi. Don’t.” You asserted in a stern and annoyed tone. He simply laughed and backed up playfully with his hands up in a silly manner. “Woah okay! Calm down Y/N I was just teasing nishihi~!” He looked towards Shuichi with a smirk. “Your partner is really something aren’t they?” He called out while laughing. Before Shuichi could open his mouth to retort something back, Kokichi’s small frame sprinted back to his dorm room. You swear you heard him laughing all the way back.
You heaved out a sigh as you made your way towards Shuichi, who was just staring at the ground with his brows furrowed ever so slightly. He doesn’t ever look like this unless he’s investigating something. A smile creeped up onto your lips as you enveloped your arms around his torso and rested your chin onto his shoulder, causing him to perk up and blush a little.
“What’s the matter, Shu? Feeling jealous~?” You asked teasingly. “A-ah…sorry. It’s nothing.” Shuichi replied, his voice slightly irritated and raspy.
Shuichi had always been- not very initiating. He usually got flustered from the smallest things, was too polite even in your relationship, and always asked for the simplest things which he didn’t need to ask for, like kissing you.
Which is why you felt a sudden shock course through you when you felt his fingers tighten slightly around your wrist and pull you along with him. He was trying to seem calm, but his heavy lidded eyes and creased eyebrows said otherwise. Before you knew it, you were in his dorm room, back pressed firmly against the mattress as Shuichi towered over you with his hands resting against your shoulders. He gazed down at you, hungry and lust filled as he brought his face closer to yours. You could feel his warm breath hitch against your cheek as Shuichi unbuttoned his shirt, letting it hang off of his shoulders.
“You’re mine.” He whispered into your ear. His tone was possessive, yet amiable. Suddenly, he perked up for a moment, blushing intensely as he gave you a bit of space. “M-my apologies.” He said firmly, clearly trying to process what he just said.
You let out a chuckle as you snaked your arms underneath his shoulders, and wrapped onto his back as you gripped onto his pale skin firmly.
“Shu, really? Don’t even apologize and just keep fucking going.” You said in a slightly demanding voice. Shuichi glanced back down at you, blushing profusely as he scooted back to his original position above you. You could sense he was definitely nervous, he’d never been this bold before and it was clearly confusing and embarrassing for him.
A smile crept its way up your lips as you trailed your hands down his thin body. Your longing gaze went to his lips, the way his bottom lip quivered from your proximity made you lose your mind- it was too cute. You pushed your head upwards and angled your chin slightly as you quickly swiped your tongue over his bottom lip, eliciting a slight whimper from Shuichi’s throat. You smirked at seeing his eyes squeezed shut, and took this opportunity to lean back into him; only this time, your lips were pressed up against his now.
Shuichi’s eyes widened as his palms, which were now covered in sweat, rested onto your shoulders as he kissed you back passionately. Both of your tongues made their way into each other’s mouths, making the kiss more heated as your tongues fought for control over the other. A strained moan left your lips as Shuichi’s tongue wrapped around yours, and his hands wandered down your body.
“Ah- fuck..” you whined quietly as Shuichi’s arms wrapped around your waist and leaned down, pulling you closer into him while resting his free hand on the back of your head to deepen the kiss. His eyelids raised up slightly, allowing his golden eyes to bore into yours while kissing you as his fingers ran through the back of your slightly messy hair. Your arms only made their way further up Shuichi’s torso, under his shirt, until you were gripping onto his back and tilting your head further up to meet his already deep kiss.
You only slightly pulled away for a brief moment, only your tongues were touching outside your lips now. This gave you the opportunity to drag his bottom lip in between your teeth as you dived back into the kiss, tugging his bottom lip out occasionally. Shuichi now shamelessly let out a string of low moans into the kiss, his sweet voice vibrated against your lips while his hands wrapped further around your waist to gently cup your rear.
“Please…tell me if this is uncomfortable for you..” he drawled tiredly. You smiled and rested your forehead against his, allowing yourself to press his lips against his ear and whisper.
“You could never make me uncomfortable, Shuichi. Do what you want with me right now, show me how bad you want me to be yours.”
Shuichi’s eyes widened, he swallowed nervously and nodded, taking his position back above you, and towered over you as his hands trailed back up to your clothed sex. His palm pressed onto it roughly, earning a needy groan from you. Without hesitation, you made your way to Shuichi’s pants, yanking them off roughly. You gestured for him to toss them to the corner of the dorm room, which he did, albeit in an embarrassed manner.
Suddenly, you rested your hands onto Shuichi’s shoulders and swung your shoulders to the left, switching your position with him in one swift motion. Without hesitation, your fingers were practically anchored into the supple flesh of his inner thighs. You lapped at his neck hungrily as your fingers wrapped around his length, causing him to choke back a desperate moan. You sucked the pale skin of his neck as you threw off his shirt as well, leaving dark marks along his collarbone and above the creases of his neck. Shuichi took his bottom lip in between his teeth, attempting to silence his pleasured noises as you stroked him and kissed his body, but it was no use. He was already loud enough.
Your wet kisses made their way all the way down to his abdomen, licking it a few times, before going lower and lower ever so slightly. Shuichi shivered as he felt the corners of your lips creeep up into a smile against his lower abdomen, more noises continued making their way out of his throat. You finally pressed a kiss to his rosy tip, and wrapped your lips around his cock. Your tongue wrapped around him as it worked along his length, your head bobbing up and down to coat his entire shaft in saliva. Shuichi threw his head back and slammed his hand over his mouth, his muffled moans rang in your ears as you continued sucking him off lazily, yet passionately.
You felt his dick make its way down your throat, causing you to groan against him, which made the Shuichi feel even more pleasure from the vibrations of your voice causing shocks to course through his dick. At that moment, he couldn’t take it any longer. “Y/N…Please-! I can’t take any mor- ah-!” Thick shots of his warm liquid released in your mouth, the taste of the warm liquid made you smile against his cock, making him jerk slightly. You swallowed every drop before pulling away from his length, making sure to lick any remaining cum smeared on his tip.
Shuichi panted heavily, begging you to give him a moment as his palm pressed against his forehead gripped his hair tightly, still recovering from his orgasm.
After a few moments, he suddenly took back his original dominant position above you, towering over you like was not too long ago. He dipped back into a heated kiss as he tugged your underwear down and pressed himself against you, his length slightly sandwiched between your cheeks.
“Lie on your stomach.” He commanded, his expression filled with lust as you noticed that his cock was once again hard. You followed his order and flipped over onto your stomach, using your forearms and elbows to elevate yourself slightly. Shuichi paused for a moment, before bowing his head beside your neck, so that his lips brushed against the shell of your ear. “Can I…please?” He pleaded, planting his palms onto either side of your bare hips. You rolled your eyes with a smirk and nodded, barely getting onto your knees as well to arch your ass up slightly for him.
Shuichi was now a blushing mess once again, a few beads of sweat rolled down his forehead as he stuttered out his words once again. “S-so should I use a condom or-? Maybe you want to do it raw- I don’t know! I’m sorr-“ you growled under your breath and cut him off by taking his chin in between your thumb and index finger.
“I don’t care what you do Shuichi, just fuck me already.”
His mouth hung open, both from being in disbelief and arousal. He nodded shyly as his fingers dug into your plush hips, allowing him to push himself into your puckered hole in one go. You almost screamed, and tears pricked at the corners of your eyes slightly. You felt a sting around your hole, but it was quickly overcome by pleasure when he began sliding himself in and out of you. Your melodic voice mixed with the lewd squelching of your hole, and Shuichi’s strained groans resonated throughout the dorm room. Shuichi gasped as your hole clenched around his cock, the way you covered every bit of his length, and the way he filled you up- they were mutual feelings.
He lazily trailed a long line of kisses, ranging from your collarbone all the way above your ass, occasionally sucking and marking you when he could. His tongue pressed back against your shoulder as he gripped your waist tighter and increased the speed of his thrusts inside you, and you gripped onto the sheets so tightly you feared that you would rip them at this point.
It didn’t take long before you both climaxed, your bodies were coated in a thin layer of sweat and you both stayed in that position for a few seconds, panting heavily as Shuichi came inside you, and you released your liquids almost immediately after feeling his seed inside your hole. He pulled out almost instantly, making you whimper slightly and crane your neck to press a strangely chaste kiss to his cheek. He settled himself beside you as he threw a blanket over you both, snuggling himself against your chest. His breathing evened out slightly, and his lips curved upwards into a satisfied smile.
“So…I guess you’re reassured enough to not be jealous anymore~? My precious, Shu~?” You breathed out softly.
He only gave a small nod in response as you gazed down at his relieved face dreamily. He held onto you tightly as he parted his lips slightly to say something.
“You’re the best lover I could ever ask for. Please, don’t ever leave me.” He whispered against you tiredly before drifting off to sleep. Your heart pounded in your chest, and you kissed his forehead quickly before retracting back and smiling down at him, your head resting against your hand, which was elevating your side with your elbow.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure Kokichi sees these marks tomorrow, so he knows I’m yours.” you remarked playfully.
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A/N: i fucking hate long textbook reading and notes smh
boutta post this at 2 am- thank god it’s a Saturday or else I’d be dead by now lmfao
hope you enjoyed this one anon, I was hella tired while writing so don’t mind typos, lazy writing etc. I’m sorry 😭
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ariachaos · 3 months
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OMG KAZU'S TWIN DATING MIKEY IS SO SO CUTEEE if it's not to much can you like add another part of like what'd kazu be like as an uncle to the kids :3
ofc! thank you for requesting <333
ᵘⁿᶜˡᵉ ᵗⁱᵍᵉʳ !!
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being mikey's s/o includes...
the minute kazutora hears that you're pregnant he's shutting down. he needs to be put in rice, turned on and off again, and the whole process before you get a proper reaction out of him. realistically, he passes out from shock.
you and mikey weren't sure if he was going to take it well in the first place because kazutora, despite being your twin, considered you to be younger than him (he's wrong you're two minutes older) and grew up to be highly protective of you. in a cute way, not like "oh you're never going to date a man in your life ever" way because you're clearly married to mikey.
by the time chifuyu and baji are nearly done congratulating you on the big news, kazutora is awake and still trying to process that fact that, well.
the two of you fucked
and now he's going to be an uncle
yeah, he's not sure how to take it, but since you're happy he'll go along with it.
but then nine months later kazutora finds himself in the waiting room a sneeze away from melting into a puddle of nerves. baji and chifuyu try to break him out of it, but every time you scream in pain, he's back to being a worrywart.
when the kiddo's born, and you and mikey are officially parents to a happy and healthy baby girl (mikey's 100% a girl dad), the reality of the situation sinks in for tora.
not just the fact you and mikey did the deed, but the fact he's an uncle sets in, and while it's not as heavy as the job of being a parent, there's still some weight on his shoulders.
when you hand your daughter over to tora so you could eat (read: mikey feeds you), tora is sitting there like a statue and staring at the tiny baby in his arms.
she's so small... but your belly was so big? are you sure there's not another one in there? she definitely has some of mikey's genes already because there's no way she could be so tiny otherwise.
once you feed her and finally fall asleep after how-many-hours of labor, tora sits there with mikey realizing again he's an uncle and mikey is a dad.
when he was younger he thought mikey would be the last person to be a dad, but here he is. being the second one of their friend group to be a dad. of course, draken had his first kid two years ago, and now he and emma are expecting another.
with that thought and looking at you sleeping with the tiny infant in your arms made him feel unreasonably proud. maybe mikey, too, but you're the one who did most of the work for the pregnancy.
when the infant grows up to be a toddler and starts talking, tora feels confident enough to carry her around. for some odd reason, he could fathom carrying around a tiny being so early on, but he's fine with carrying a blabbering, drooling toddler.
at this point, chifuyu and baji have stopped being surprised when tora walks into the pet shop with a baby carrier in hand.
they can't help it because they love his niece as much as he does. they get a lot of regular customers to come by and buy stuff too, so tora ends up taking your baby girl off your hands to promote the business.
tora is probably more tuned into taking care of crotch gremlins after your first child, and all the ones after don't have to suffer at the trembling and awkward hands of uncle tora.
and yes, he definitely spoils them and once let your second child to pick out a random animal from the shop and keep it.
you're not very pleased to find your twin brother and child at your doorstep that evening only to find they brought along a cat with them.
good thing the cat is a rescue cat and is reasonably friendly to your kids, so you don't throw too much of a fuss over it. besides, the kids and mikey have been asking for a pet around that time, so hopefully the cat would keep them quiet.
(you were wrong, you got three more cats after.)
your family tree w/ mikey:
singles: kiyoomi (f), miko (f) twins: kenji (m), koushi (m) pets: miki (f), sho (m), ayumi (f), izumi (f)
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w2soneshots · 1 month
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Oh shit -W2S
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Words: 0.8k+
Warnings: secret relationship.
In which you and Harry get caught while trying to hide your relationship.
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I've been with Harry for just over 2 months now, but no one knows. When I say no one I mean no one, not any of the boys, not Faith (my best friend and also the person who introduced me to Harry), even our families don't know. When we decided to get together we knew it was slightly risky, we didn't want to divide the group if it didn't work out. It's a complete secret, we've been sneaking around during parties and night outs, lying about where we were when we were actually staying at each other's apartment and there's also been times where we've almost been caught, snogging or being a little to touchy.
Today Faith asked me to come along with her and Olive to one of the sidemen shoots, so that she had someone to talk to and help her with Olive while they filmed. I've never been to one of their shoots before, Harry always told me he'd bring me along when everyone knew. We weren't planning on keeping our secret for so long but we just couldn't figure out how to tell everyone, it's also quite fun sneaking around, it kinda makes you feel like a teenager again.
I got dressed into some jeans, a white t-shirt, dark blue hoodie and my converse. I left my hair how it was and applied a little bit of makeup. Once I was finished I left. Once I arrived outside of the studio that they are filming in today, I looked down at my phone and saw a message from Harry: "I'm the only one here, come inside!!" I looked up to see him standing just outside of the building. I smiled and quickly got out of the car.
"Hi." I said with a smile as I walked up to him. His lips spread into a small smile "Hey, how are you?" He asked. "I talked to you this morning." I said with a slight chuckle, referring to our phone conversation earlier while I did my makeup. He pulled me into him and pecked my lips. "Harry!" I said sternly then pulled away "someone might see us!" I said looking around the car park. When I made sure the coast was clear I looked back at him, he had a huge smirk on his face. I shook my head and playfully slapped his chest.
Josh turned up soon after followed by everyone else, Ethan, Faith and Olive being last to arrive due to a toddler meltdown. I sat next to Faith while Olive sat asleep on my lap "you have the magic touch." she said looking down at her daughter. I laughed slightly "she's so cute!" I said quietly. "She's all cute when she's asleep but as soon as she wakes up she turns into a little gremlin." she stated. I laughed "I know, I've seen it first hand." I said referring to the time I looked after her for an afternoon so Ethan and Faith could film a video, and she was a little menace, but she's to adorable to get annoyed at.
The boys finished filming almost an hour and a half later. I quickly popped to the toilets before everyone left. But before I could get there I felt two hands on my waist, pulling me back slightly. I turned quickly, knowing exactly whose big hands those were. Without a word he smashed our lips together. "gosh so confident today." I said as we caught our breath's quickly. He smirked "wanna come mine later?" He asked. I smiled "you know it." and smashed our lips back together. When I heard a gasp. "Oh shit" I thought. I quickly separated myself from Harry and looked down the hallway to see JJ standing there with a shocked look on his face. My eyes widened, as did Harry's when he realised the situation.
I looked to Harry "it's time to tell them." I said softly. He nodded and we looked back to JJ. "Are you too?" He said pointing at each of us quickly. We both nodded and he gasped once again "omg!" He said running towards us and pulling us into a joint hug. The three of us walked back into the green room. "We have something we wanna tell you." Harry started. Everyone looked up confused as we sat down. JJ looked as if he was about to burst with excitement. "Me and Harry have been... seeing each other for a while now." I said. Each one of their eyes widened. "No, fucking way!" Ethan shouted, jumping from his seat. "How long?" Faith asked. "Two months." Harry replied. "Two months?!" Tobi exclaimed. I nodded "sorry, we couldn't find the right time to tell you." I shrugged. They all quickly began celebrating.
"Wait why are you telling us now?" Simon asked after everyone calmed down. "I caught them snogging in the hallway!" JJ said with a chuckle. The entire room erupted into laughter and I shared a slightly embarrassed look with Harry. I actually feel relief knowing everyone now knows, it was fun for a while but I feel like we can properly start our relationship now.
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thiccpersonality · 2 months
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Damian (Gremlin) Wayne...and his even more gremlin-esque family
A newly introduced Damian sits in Bruce's Bat-chair, observing his new "siblings" with judgmental eyes. His emerald green ones rolling into the back of his head at the ex-carny babying him: "Look you fool, I shall let you know right now that your efforts to entertain me like I'm some child will prove fruitless. Whatever I have done to make you think I'm approachable, forgive me, because I already hate you."
Richard's smile slowly fades and he clears his throat. His medium blue eyes narrowing into a suspicious glare, his lips forming a tight lipped smile: "Right down to business I see? I'll have you know that you may be the baby, but I was Bruce's first one. Whatever title you held before doesn't matter now...in fact, I would suggest you get rid of it before someone helps you get rid of it."
Damian scoffs and picks at his nails, swiveling side to side in HIS father's chair: "Worried about the competition already? As expected from a weak-willed and spineless peasant such as yourself. I suggest whatever title you held before-" his green eyes rake up and down Richard's lithe form like a predator with it's prey-"Which from your disposition I would say you are the favorite-ah! Or I should say EX favorite."
Jason grunts from where he's punching at a dummy: "Look you little shit. All we did was exist-"
Damian: "Then stop."
Jason: *stops punching to glare at the small fry* "Ex-fucking-cuse me? I already un-existed before, I am NOT doing that again. And drop the attitude before I drop kick you back to your mother."
Damian: "How cute. It's like a puppy learning to bark for the first time. I can already tell you are desperate for my father's attention like a dehydrated ma-"
Jason: *cocks his gun and points it at Damian* "Did no one tell you along the way here that I don't mind killing for Bruce? Would've tried to get rid of Bozo the Clown over there if I knew I could get away with it. And then I'd shoot Bruce myself."
Tim looks up from his tablet with a sigh: "Trying to kill another bird I see? I guess I wasn't enough for you?"
Jason: "That was due to my pit induced rage. I had no control over that-" gestures towards Damian-"But this overly confident little bitch is a choice."
Tim raises his hands in defeat: "Just saying that you shouldn't threaten the new one so soon. Plus...I'm the smart one, Bruce needs me more than all of you combined. And I know everyone's weaknesses well, do you really want to test me?"
Damian sighs and finally hops down from the chair: "Childs play. My mother has made sure I knew everything from acrobatics to knowledge of cultures, religions, languages, books and other things you plebeians would surely combust from the brains it takes to memorize such things. She made sure I had it all so I can replace all of you. And father will be mine and mine alone."
Richard plasters a friendly smile back on his face: "Seems like the one spot she missed was etiquette. Don't worry kid, I'll be happy to show you the way things work around here."
Before the argument can get further out of hand, a clearing of the throat stops the four boys. They quickly turn to see Alfred standing at the bottom of the cave steps with a tray full of cookies.
Polished shoes click across the cave floors unhurriedly, the older gentleman quietly serving the boys their cookies and turning to leave. Not before clearing his throat once again and turning to give the four boys stern looks.
Alfred: "All this bickering is pointless. You all are now family and I hope you lot will act like it. Master Bruce is already making arrangements for your schooling young master Damian, and he expects a somewhat peaceful dinner tonight."
The older man can't help the small smirk he gives, one that is confident and self-assured. "Plus, as long as I am here, there is NOT much competition. You may be his first child master Richard, but I am his first partner in anything he's done. I do hope from here on out you ALL will remember your places. Good day."
The four boys frown at the authority radiating from the usually calm butler.
Damian clicks his tongue and slinks into the shadows while silently plotting his new victims demise.
(Hello everyone! I write fics on AO3 by the same name, Thicc_Personality. I'm sorry this is my first post and it's nothing but chaos, threats and crack...they truly (do) care for each other, they just don't know it atm XD. But I am a sucker for gremlin bat family and an oblivious Bruce to the very obvious competition. That or he lets it slide so easily (especially for Damian) cause he thinks his baby son is the cutest thing ever. If anyone manages to see this...well, I hope there was some enjoyment found here xD. Stay safe, happy, healthy and of course lovely as always. 💜)
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Mother's Day First's
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A/N : So I know this is going to be posted a day late but I work nights. This idea came to me like.. How would Eddie deal with that first Mother's Day without his own mom? What about the first one he shares with his wife ? What about all those that come in-between? but honestly I could write this is so many different ways and I love that about Eddie Munson, just an inspiration Gremlin. I Wrote it this way from a bit of my personal life so I hope that this is something that you guys enjoy.
18+ MINORS DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem reader
WC: 4.8K
TW: A Bit of angst ( mentions death of a parent, car accident, love lost, grief, a sad Wayne, A very Sad Eddie) Some fluff ( Memory lane, moments of pining, cute dad Eddie, flirty, baby girl Munson) And the slightest smut ( Breeding kink)
Also a very special thank you to the person who started my love for writing Eddie fics in the first place and for beta reading this piece @blueywrites and a shoutout to @lesservillain for letting me fill her inbox with all my little ideas!!!! Last but not least thank you @newlips for being the amazing person she is and designing these amazing dividers :)
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 A frantic phone call from Chief Hopper had made Wayne bolt from the trailer park to the police station. In under thirty minutes, he would become a parent, unprepared and the farthest from okay. The rain on an early December night had created a sheet of Black ice within a bend towards the outskirts of the small town. One unseen as screeching tires hit, causing an overcorrection and a flip of the small vehicle. There were no airbags in the car as Al had gotten the car from a used lot a few months before getting locked up again. Eddie watched as his mother took her last breath, a miracle he had only sprained a wrist. He had fallen asleep as his mother was driving them home, being unbraced for impact had saved his life.
 When Wayne walked in he found a small raven-haired, rain-drenched, tear-stricken, round-faced Eddie silent and sitting straight in the chair next to Hopper's desk. It was only then that Wayne let himself cry, Looking at Eddie yet hearing the most heart-wrenching news from Hopper he let the tears flow as he waved to cut the conversation short. He took Eddie in his arms, a stronghold, and the emotion Eddie thought was gone for only a second came flooding back running a river down the back of Wayne's worn flannel, a grip that Wayne held onto for days to come. 
December was rigid as the trees began to shed their leaves, making way for the blooms of spring in the coming months. Birds had started to make their way south a few weeks prior when the heat started to drop and the Hawkins air started to become stale. Now Snow started to stick to the ground, the crunch a telltale sign to Wayne that soon everything in sight would be coated. He was just happy to have an extra heater for Eddie as they made their way to the porch and up the steps and into the small living room of the trailer Eddie had started to call home.
A drop of his backpack on the floor was the only thing Wayne could hear through the closed door of the room he had emptied so Eddie could have his own space. His nephew had spent weekends or spontaneous nights when things got a bit rough at home with him but the permanent move was starting to harsh his confidence in whether he could do this or not. How do you raise a child when you’ve never been in the company of one for longer than three days? Angela had entrusted Wayne long ago he would be a good father; he just figured it would be from his own seed or at least when he could prepare, but death doesn’t care if you’re prepared or not. Death comes for all races and genders, whether you choose to love freely or not it has no care if you're ready for it or not. No Death will make that decision for you. Death chose to take Eddie's mother and leave Wayne To fend the demons off for Eddie with no armor and no sword, at least until Eddie could fend them off himself.  
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The weather, in May of 1976, had been damn near perfect in Wayne Munson's opinion. He could go fishing without having to come in from the heat beating him down most of the morning. Something he decided to do the second Sunday to keep Eddie’s mind off of his first year without Angie. Eddie begrudgingly agreed knowing it was more for Wayne than it was for him. Every year Eddie watched as Wayne would bring Angela flowers and a small cake from her favorite restaurant across town. Every single Mother's Day. He had done those things before Eddie could remember them but this year was the first that Wayne also didn’t have her and even though she had been Eddie's mom, to him it felt like Wayne needed this more than he did. Like someone who loved his mother far longer than he had a chance to. Wayne Munson was truly a father figure way beyond before he was forced to be one. It would take a few years to admit it to Eddie but he had pined for his mother since their school days, being the shy man he was, he never could muster up the courage to ask her out, at least not before Al had anyway. It was something that ate him up inside until the day she left this world. Eddie always knew. In some ways, he had almost hoped they would just get it over with already and spill their feelings to each other. Eddie hated that he felt that way about someone who wasn’t his actual father. Aren’t kids supposed to always want their parents to always stick together? To love each other through it all? He felt like his father didn’t deserve the love that Wayne and Angela had given him but it was true. He deserved love but not theirs, it was too pure for him, too unselfish and undeniable for anyone close. Something he would know nothing about. 
Wayne had packed a small cooler and relined his favorite fishing poles all in the early morning hours as he let Eddie sleep in. Not too long, just long enough that the sun had started to peak its way over the large tree that sat behind the trailer and started to peak its rays through the window in the kitchen. 
“Alright boy up and at’em, the fish ain’t gonna catch themselves.” Eddie groaned as Wayne ripped the old quilt back rushing to shield his eyes as the room became too bright, too fast. Yet he got up as he was told and threw on some clothes from a pile that Wayne had set in his room after doing laundry the night before. 
Sitting at the edge of Lovers Lake Eddie throws a cast out as far as he can and watches as Wayne gets situated a few feet away from him. 
“ You remember when you were like six years old and me and your dad brought you out here and threw you off the dock to teach you how to swim?” The memory shocks Eddie for a second as he wanders through the lane in his memory trying to recall the days that he spent few and far in between with his father doing something other than stealing cars and keeping watch. He chuckles to himself as he recalls the day Wayne is referring to. 
“ The day I almost drowned? Yeah, I remember that.” Wayne smiles to himself.
“ I would have not let you drown boy and ya know it. I remember it as your dad threw you off that dock and you turned into a damn fish. Like you were just meant to be in the water, it took us hours to convince you to come out.” Eddie sits and watches as the fish continues to ignore his line as Wayne clears his throat “ I remember that when we got home you went running to tell your mama that you had met a mermaid in that lake. She asked you if the mermaid had a name since everyone has got a name right? You remember what her name was?” Eddie shook his head as he began inspecting the ground as it grew blurry with each passing second. “ I think you said her name was Marie, your mama said that was the prettiest sounding name she’d ever heard come from an underwater lady.” He lets out a defeated sigh as he takes in Eddie's features. Tears fell silently off his cheeks wetting the shirt he was wearing. He missed his mom and he knew nothing could bring her back no matter how hard he prayed. The longer that prayer went unanswered the less he spent time asking for it. A grief that would never go away. 
“ I miss her too.” The deep sound coming from Wayne startled Eddie out of his thoughts as he looked up to find that Wayne too had tears threatening to spill over his lashes. 
A silence took over, comfortable and familiar. A feeling that Wayne and Eddie had grown accustomed to over the few months they had spent together. The sun began to set and Wayne had caught a few fish. Eddie on the other hand, every time he had caught one he felt too bad to keep it and said they had a life to live so he had to set them free. Wayne didn’t mind, he just saw another reason to love Eddie. A strength that Eddie would grow to thrive on, is kindness, a trait that came solely from his mother. 
 Heading back to the trailer park or so Eddie thought until Wayne took a right turn instead of a left. He sat waiting to see if Wayne would catch the mistake he made but the longer he sat the more he realized Wayne had made no mistake. Wayne was heading across town to a small little cafe called “Tully's”, A small hole-in-the-wall place that served one of the richest red velvet cakes you could ever get your hands on. 
“Wayne, what are we doing?”  Eddie only asks when he sees that old path Wayne had started to head down.  A path they made a few months prior following that shiny black hearse. 
“We are going to give your mother her flowers and cake? What do you think just cause she can’t be here with us we're just gonna stop tradition?” Eddie doesn't know what to say. He shakes his head to Wayne as the truck comes to a stop just outside the cemetery fence.” You want to come to tell your mama hi or do you want to stay in the truck?”  The tears seem to answer for him they haven't fallen but Wayne understands. “ It’s okay, I'm just gonna sit with her for a few minutes and update her on life and I'll be right back. okay? '' Wayne takes the flowers and cake to the third grave within the second row and sits them both in front of an engraved headstone. Eddie watches as he’s careful to sit at the edge of where her coffin lays, legs crossed and a cigarette sitting between his fingers. Talking to his mother like she is answering all his questions. Why can't he get out of the truck? Why does he feel like his body is stuck? Before he could wonder anything else Wayne had opened the truck door and slid into his seat with a single swipe under his eye, he started the truck and they headed home.
Eddie Still can’t believe that the first Mother's Day without his mother has passed. 
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The first bloom of tulips and mums had started to spring up in Forest Hills as the temperature began to rise. April had brought so much rain it was a surprise that in May of 1981, the plants were still standing. Eddie is dreading the day as the sun starts to crawl across his floor and climb onto the bed sheets. Wayne had brought home a Tully's cake and sat it on the counter along with some long-stem roses he had bought Angela's favorite. Fishing was a no-go this year as the forecast called for rain most of the day but as Eddie walked outside to sit on the porch for a smoke, he found Wayne finishing off one himself, there wasn’t a cloud in sight, just a gentle breeze.  
“Good morning sunshine,” Wayne muttered as He took in the sight of Eddie. Wild curls and deep purple bags under his eyes. A small smile on his lips as he heard the birds speak to one another.
“Is it a good morning?” He mumbled as he patted his sweats down for a lighter, finding it in the left pocket. Wayne let out a hearty laugh.
“Your mom wasn’t a morning person either, always saying that if the owls are up at night she should be too. A weird one your mother was,” A fond tone that made Eddie's heart squeeze. 
“She liked owls?” Wayne’s eyes grew wide as he nodded his head.
“Oh she loved them, even had a small one tattooed on her shoulder when we were about your age, said they were always the most beautiful creatures she’d ever laid eyes on till she met you.” With the sentiment, Eddie snuffs out the remaining embers on the lit cigarette between his fingers and tells Wayne to wait there on the porch for a second. Stumbling through the small hallway to the bedroom he opens his closet and pulls out a bouquet of lilies one he had picked up on his way home from band practice. Rushing back to where Wayne sat he presented the flowers to Wayne. 
“Oh those are beautiful, your moms gonna love those. You did good boy.” Eddie’s cheek burned pink under the gaze of his uncle. 
“Um, no Uncle Wayne I got them for you.” 
“You got them for me? Why would you get me flowers?”  Eddie thought about it for a few seconds taking a seat next to Wayne hoping he would be able to get out what he was trying to say before embarrassment choked him up. 
“Well see here is the thing, In the sixteen years that I’ve been on this earth I’ve come to realize that you don’t have to be here.” 
“What are you talking about Eddie?”  he lets out a sigh running his hands through his hair doing nothing to tame the wild frizz.
“All I'm saying is thank you for being here. For taking me in, you didn’t have to, you wanted to. Just thank you for being my dad and my mom these past few years.”  Wayne sat silent for a few minutes until he could keep his own emotions in tow. 
“Now don’t give me all the credit, your mama is looking out from above, but thank you for being a good kid, yeah you have some issues but at sixteen you will make mistakes but you are a good kid Eddie no matter what your dad or anyone else thinks. So no son thank you.”  Eddie scratches the back of his neck trying to relieve the sheer embarrassment of compliments given by his uncle. “Hey, have I ever shown you what your mom looked like at your age?” Eddie shakes his head as he follows his uncle into the trailer and waits for him on the couch as he brings over the biggest photo album Eddie has ever seen. Wayne begins to flip through the pages until he comes across an old Polaroid of three kids standing against a set of lockers in the hallway of Hawkins High School. Scribbled in cursive at the bottom it says Al, Wayne, and I Ditching Science.  Smiling as he watches Eddie take the photo. “You have her eyes and her smile ya know?” Eddie smiles to himself and flips to the next page its got a few of a party being held, Eddie’s baby shower to be exact and he stops at a picture of His mother smiling from ear to ear with a forkful of cake as Wayne has a hand on her stomach, eyes wide and on the bottom in the same cursive it reads, Eddie kicking wayne for the first time.  This earns a small laugh from Eddie as he continues to flip through the yellowing pages and stops again once he comes to a picture that was taken about a week before his mother passed away. It had Eddie sitting next to his mother and she had headphones wrapped around his ears as she held up a peace sign on the bottom. It says Eddie is learning what real music is and notes that the song she was making him listen to was The Best Of My Love by The Eagles. Tears begin to burn as they refuse to fall. She had always told Eddie to listen to the lyrics to songs, something he did more and more the older he got. A small pat on the back from Wayne looked on to the photo on the page telling Eddie it was one of her favorite songs and how she would play it on repeat Eddie laughed remembering all the times she would blast music through the house and he never once asked her to turn it down, not when she would dance with him in the kitchen and sing into spoons. Memories he cherished always. Wayne left to take the gifts to Angela's grave leaving Eddie at the trailer, even though it had been a few years he was still somehow not able to make the trip to see his mother.
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It was starting to feel like spring was hauling ass into summertime. A long April made the butterflies and bumblebees hum to life as the new green buds began to bloom in the early days of May 1989. After marrying the girl of his dreams Eddie found out shortly after that he was going to become a father. And the last six months of his life had been nothing if not chaotic in the best ways. Waking up at three am had become something he looked forward to letting you get in a little bit more sleep where you could. Eddie was the kind of father to his daughter you dreamed about, attentive and caring of all the things that drew you to him in the first place. As Eddie heated a bottle to feed the little one crying out in hunger a spitting image of you he swore, but if you looked at her long enough you’d see she was all Eddie. Big brown eyes wide and curious, small cupids bow in her top lip, and a nose you just wanted to reach out and press. She even had a small birthmark on her left shoulder blade, one to match Eddie's except he was on his right side. 
Eddie reached over the bassinet wall as he lifted her into his arms wiping away the crocodile tears she had shed in wait for her bottle. He hummed to her as he offered it to her, a willing nudge to her bottom loop had her latching in an instant. A smile on his face anytime she accepted his help. That's all he ever wanted was for someone to look at him the way that his girls looked at him, with love and adoration. To feel wanted and needed not like he was just something to just toss to the side once you become bored. You had been the only person to make him feel truly wanted other than Wayne and he was now looking down at the labor of love created from that. His daughter had pushed the bottle out of her lips and he looked to see the amount taken but unhappy with the outcome he urged her to drink a bit more.
“Come on angel you need just a little more alright? Just a little, not a whole lot.” He hadn’t noticed that you had come to stand in the doorway watching him sway back and forth slowly as he tried to get your daughter to eat. Angela Marie was the name he had asked to call her as soon as he saw her and who were you to tell him no? A perfect name for his perfect angel he said the night you labored for hours that seemed to never end. But the moment she made her debut in this plane of existence your heart instantly knew this was his Angela Marie. 
You walk over to your husband sliding a hand across the small of his back as he hums in satisfaction. 
“Why are you up right now?" He turned to you yet his eyes never left his daughter's face.
“My space heater went to feed our child and it got kind of cold in there alone.” He chuckled a low laugh as he burped Angie on his shoulder. 
“Oh, but any other time I'm too warm for you.” 
“I said you were too warm like one time, are you ever gonna get over it? “ He shook his head as he laid Angie back into her bassinet slowly but surely drifting back to sleep as he rocked it slightly. A smirk on his face as he turned to you walking out of her room and into your own. 
“ What?” Knowing that smirk could be the death of you as your hormones were still all over the place and alone time was non-existent for the last six months. You had just started to get some of it back since Angie had started to sleep through the nights more often. 
“Close your eyes.” You sat in your shared bed and did as he had asked listening to him shuffle through a few drawers having lost whatever he was looking for. 
“You need some help?” you laugh.
“ No, just be a good girl and keep those eyes closed for me alright?” Your stomach did a somersault hearing the words but you kept your eyes closed until he asked you to hold out your hand.
 “Okay, you can open them now.” A small box sat in your hand as he got into his side of the bed, smiling up at you.
 “Go ahead and open it.” 
You take and flip the lid and there in the ring are three stones one is Citrine on the other side there is a Ruby and between both sits a beautiful Opal. A Birthstone for you, one for Eddie, and one for your angel.
”Happy Mother's Day baby.” You lean over and kiss Eddie as if he is a man going to war. You leave him breathless as you take the ring out of the box and place it on the ring finger of your right hand letting it mirror your wedding set. Eddie places a hand upon your cheek and you lean into it finding comfort in the warmth of his skin. He kisses you with a desperate need to show you just how much he loves you but you already know that he shows you in little ways every day. He will find you no matter how long he’s been gone if he leaves the house the second he’s back in it he kisses you the same as when he goes to leave a promise of I’ll be right back. He leaves you little notes on the mirror in the mornings, so when you take a shower the steam reveals his I love yous. Any gas station he goes into he will come back out with a kit-kat just because he knows the way you like the taste of the chocolate once it melts a little after holding it. He shows you in the way he feeds your daughter just to give you those precious extra minutes of sleep. He shows you all of these things and you show him now in this moment that you appreciate them all. He treated you as if you were the mother of his children long before you were one. Something you learned that Wayne has taught him. Your girl is your everything, if you treat her with love and respect she will give it to you tenfold.
 The love you had for Eddie, you needed him to feel that too. Slow thrusts and small whimpers that escape your mouth tell him all he needs to know. Groans in your ear from him trying to keep his love from spilling over send shivers down your spine tightening the hold around him. “God you're just so good to me huh? Letting me fill you and pump you full of me. You want another little one, don't you baby?” The words send you into orbit as you gush around him, pulling him deeper and deeper in your hold as you tighten his stills only to thrust sharply a few more times punctuating each thrust with his words. “Let. Me. Give. You. Another. One.” and with that last thrust he paints your walls thick, something he hadn’t done in three months. Yes, you had gotten him off but for the first time in three months, he was right back inside you and your walls were home to him. Kept his darkest and dirtiest secrets confined, the secret of want and warmth he had spent years searching for. A prayer he thought God answered only for abandoning his other. 
Sleep found you both quickly wrapped in each other until the clock began to wail beside Eddie. A slap to the snooze button and you were already stirring but he tightened his hold on you feeling that small warm nuzzle that lasted for a few moments before the heat became too much and he would let you pull away.
Walking with Eddie towards the truck in the parking lot meeting Wayne for lunch at a small cafe across town. The red sundress you were wearing complemented the small black sabbath onesie Eddie had dressed angela marie in. A squeeze of your hand that was in eddies let you know he loved you, a signal he used when there were too many people around or didn't want to say it aloud. You would always reply with two back an answer of I love you too. You take Angela in your arms as he goes to hug Wayne and you pass her back so you can do the same. A Small Happy Mother's Day from Wayne has you reeling out thank yous, not only for you but to thank him for raising someone as amazing as Eddie. A phenomenal husband and father. Only then does Wayne take Angela Marie Fully into his hold cooing to her in his gruff baby voice of how she is the most beautiful little angel to grace this planet. A quick lunch and a cup of coffee end with Wayne picking up a Red Velvet Cake and a second box he holds until he reaches the truck with you all in tow. As he opens the door he slides the cake onto the passenger's side and hands one of the boxes to Eddie along with a second set of flowers he had picked up from the store, Lilies were your favorite something Wayne smiled at when Eddie told him remembering a time when Eddie had given him his own set of lilies. The box held a yellow cake with buttercream frosting, a favorite of yours since Eddie first brought you to Tully’s on one of your first dates. He had preferred red velvet until that day. Eddie turned to Wayne but what he said surprised him more than anything.
 “I’m gonna come with you to see Mom. I think I want Angel to meet her gammie.”  
A silent trip to the cemetery as your car followed Wayne's truck through the dirt path that led to the fence he once couldn't bear to see. Walking over carefully he sat at the edge where his mother lay with you beside him and Angie in his lap. You had your hand in his as you squeezed once and he returns it with two. He takes a deep breath as he lets Wayne set the cake and flowers next to the stone engraved with her name and a message of Be the best You. A phrase that almost takes his breath as he can hear the words ring true in his ears, a quote his mother had told him every day. “All you can do is be the best, you Eddie.” A small hand grips his finger as if giving him the signal you had made for each other out of instinct. 
“Angel Marie this here is your Grandmother Angela Evelyn Munson and she was the love of your papa's life.” A tremble in his tone was more cathartic than sad. He had only been here a few times since that day with Wayne. The first time was when he was drunk after graduation and he just wanted to let out some anger and maybe get some answers but he never got them, the next time was to tell his mom he met someone new, someone, who gave him this strange feeling like any time she looked at him his stomach would fall. Kind of like he was on one of the rides that would come through town when they held a small county fair, and the third was the day he found out you were pregnant, he just wanted to know if his mom would have been proud of the man he had become and Wayne assured him she would, but it wasn't the same and he knew that. 
This led to today the first time Angela Marie would meet Angela Evelyn and he could have sworn she was right in front of him, he couldn't see her but if he could just reach out and touch her that would be enough he couldn't, no because when he looked down and that tiny hand that had wrapped itself around his finger he knew he was wrapped around hers too.
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skubean · 1 year
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May i request a short reader hc with any of the holotempus boys?
thanks for the request <3 ! i really liked this idea bcs im sort of short as well (5'2) *sobs* anyways, i decided to go with altare, axel, bettel and hakka since i'm not confident in writing for all of them yet (sorry!!) but i hope you liked this!
holotempus boys with a short! gn reader
characters: regis altare, axel syrios, gavis bettel, banzoin hakka
warnings: gender neutral reader, ooc, mentions of pet names (baby, babe, love), mild cursing, mentions of insecurity, nothing else just mostly teasing and fluff! (i did not proofread this (my bad) but lmk in case of errors.
regis altare
let's be real. the guy definitely feels a sense of pride knowing that there's someone shorter than him sksksks (since he's the shortest in hq)
he is the definition of a devil in disguise (affectionate) bcs mans will mess with you at any moment he gets despite having that soft smile on his face
he loves knowing that you rely on him esp if there's stuff you can't reach.
"what're you doing, babe? can't reach?". towers over you from behind to get whatever you're tryna reach.
if you're insecure with your height, altare would probably not mess with you as much bcs he wants you to be happy! for him, height doesn't really matter as long as the both of you are happy.
if you're just a little gremlin, expect having small silly banters with him that ends up becoming happy cuddles at the end of the day. let's just say teasing each other is your love language.
jokes aside, i think altare is the best person to be around with, mainly bcs he's attentive and focuses on your wellbeing most of the time.
imagine being in a crowd and separated from him, he would still be able to find you, ofc he would, he's just that good.
overall, altare's just being silly but definitely thinks you're cute to tease, and he uses that to his advantage.
axel syrios
menace. absolute menace.
he likes the feeling of being reliable, so he'd definitely purposely with full on intention place stuff on the highest spot so that you would have to come to him for help.
imagine his smug face when you come to him asking to get the plates placed on the highest shelf and as soon as you turn around, he silently fistbumps as a sign of victory. (he's goofy i just know it)
definitely extra protective of you, thinks you're really precious and he's like a bodyguard for some reason.
the type to always have his hand around your waist ueueueue.
if you're a little self conscious with your height, i expect axel to be really good with reassurance. he's playful, yeah, but he definitely cares more about you.
"no, baby! i think you're absolutely adorable and perfect the way you are!!", he would say this while cupping both your cheeks so you'd look him straight in the eye.
he's a hugger, so expect cuddle sessions almost 25/8.
he could be gaming and would suddenly ask you to sit on his lap or something bcs he just likes the warmth.
again, height isn't an issue for him, in fact, he finds it endearing with the height difference.
as long as you love him and he loves you, he would protect you at all costs (with a lot of teasing).
gavis bettel
pretty similar to axel, bettel definitely is big on teasing.
but his teasing are quick to follow with affection afterwards. definitely the type who jokes and then says sorry afterwards.
one time, he saw you sitting on his gaming chair while he went to grab some water and he noticed how your legs dangle slightly from how high he had his chair on. never told you this but that image of you is always on his mind, and he may or may not have snapped a picture, saved it in his phone, probably under an album filled with other pictures of you.
phantom reminds him so much of you bcs of how small he is, in a good way ofc. definitely pesters phantom abt it too.
if you're the type who would react to his antics (like get mad at him (jokingly) when he messes around), bettel sees that as an encouragement for him to mess around more.
rests-arm-on-your head typa beat
big spoon in bed for sure. the type that intertwines his legs with yours under the cover so that you're pretty much trapped under his larger build.
i headcannon that bettel is shy with pda but does stuff that indicates he wants touches!
for example: you're both sitting on the couch, and he would scooch closer to you when he sees you hella focused on whatever show is on the tv and if he thinks you noticed, he would stop. but then, he'd do it again and again until you get the hint and just lay your head on his shoulder. (mission accomplished, he thinks)
he probably doesn't realise this, but he's considerate of you. the type who would bend slightly when he kisses you without thinking bcs it's just something that happens.
definitely adorable.
banzoin hakka
hakka is a sweetheart. i just know so. in fact, i'm sure of it.
probably the opposite of the other three. jokes around but doesn't really do it much.
the type who would place stuff at a level that's reachable for you. (and for him lmfao)
probably doesn't mind about height because he's short too (his words, not mine).
still likes being the bigger spoon. one time, he was the small spoon and it was too much for him, he couldn't handle it. (weak to receiving affection).
definitely a giver. gives plenty of affection to you throughout the day that when you reward him with a little peck on the cheek, he gets all flustered and stumbles on his words (nerd.)
he's your protector. the type that would cover your head when you bend down to grab something, or would walk on the side of the road.
hakka heard you complaining abt your height one time and went full on nagging mode skksksks. doesn't like hearing you fret about your height because he thinks you're perfect!
"love, height shouldn't even be an issue because it's just height. i'd rather have you as you are bcs you're my y/n". he's so cute i can't.
lowkey feels like he would pat your butt sometimes, idk why this just popped up in my head but he does it whenever you start mumbling abt being short.
overall, he's very sweet. never lets height become an issue bcs fuck being tall!!! short is the new trend!! /j
a/n: sorry, this didn't come out as good as i was hoping bcs i ran out of ideas T.T i actually initially was planning on writing it longer but my brain is poof :( anyways, i hope this is fine huhuhu i'll try my best in the future! SORRY I SUCK i've been on tumblr for years but have never actually wrote anything so i'm a little stupid sksksksk. ok that's all, thank you !! -beanz
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candybowbeansies · 1 year
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Colors and Promises
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warnings/notes: reader is preggers, ya'lls aren’t married cuz he’s literally a criminal, yandere Dabi if u squint, SOFT DABI SOFT DABI WOOWOO,  soft angst like very soft, fluff, soft kisses, slow dancing(its canon, he dances), man produces steam(literally. read and you'll know what i mean ;3), ya'll have a complicated relationship but its still cute tho, soulmate au if u squint, spoilers on his real name and hints at things about him/his past, Romantic Beach Meetup™️ and its lofi, you eventually spill the beanz finkin bout breaking up w him cuz bb(s) 🥺 growing a family is hardcoded into his DNA so don't worry much--
TWO THIS TIMEE yis same song, separate artists! Tokoyami, our sweetbeak, and Overhaul(big spoilers? ig) our beloved mad surgeon gremlin next!
~Masterlist~
heart beats fast~
You’re perched on the cement seawall, not another soul in sight, staring off into the horizon, phone in hand. Yours and his song plays on repeat in your earbuds, because you’ve finally made up your mind. See, the man you love is a wanted criminal. You’ve been with him for years, starting off as friends with benefits because you braved flirting with him. True to the song, the moment you laid your eyes on him, you knew right then and there…you’d found a place for your heart. You were afraid to fall deeper, but how could you not? Behind the stoic, crude, enigmatic man was a boy who wanted to love and be loved. And once he let you in, through all your efforts, he proved to be abrasive, yes; but he was honest and loyal to a fault. 
Children were never spoken about. From what he’s confided in you about his past, you had a gut-sinking feeling that he never wanted any. Busy with his activities, the two of you would tryst every few weeks to a few months at most. He was never gone from your side longer than three months. 
It was two months ago you’d found out you were pregnant.
Your phone buzzes with a message from an unknown number as tears fall. 
i’m close.
You scrub away those tears, recognizing his brief style.
i love you.
A small smile finds its way on your face, only for a short moment. In all honesty, you loved him, too. You’ve agonized over this since you found out, and came to the painful decision of breaking up with him the next time you and him meet.
You massage your baby bump-it was just beginning to show. One bud is plucked from your ear, and you jolt, your hand fleeing from your stomach. “Keep tellin’ ya, don’t use both of ‘em.” you hear a familiar voice chide. He’s finally here, you think, still not quite ready for, well…any of what’s going to happen.
You stare ahead at a particularly interesting point off in the distance as he plops down by your side while you bundle up your baggy jacket to hide them from him. The sun was already well below the horizon.
“I’m not always here to protect you, dove.” he says, the nickname falling from his lips affectionately. In the corner of your eye, you see him raise the earbud to rest it against his ear. You can hear his soft exhale, and practically feel his smile. 
“Our song.” he says, after several moments of silence that felt like an eternity to you. “What’s the occasion?” he asks, craning his head to look at you with a lopsided smile. This smile drops when he sees you’ve been crying. “You were crying.” he states, matter of factly, gears chugging in his head. It’s not long before the smile is back, larger than before. “Awe, did you miss me?” he teases, and you roll your eyes. You then hastily gather your earbuds and phone, sliding off the seawall with practiced grace, skipping off a few steps before turning around and sticking your tongue out at him.
“Of course I missed you, doooofus.” you tease back. “But that’s not the reason why. Come find out?” you beckon him, and this time it’s his turn to roll his eyes. “I’ll give you a head start, mouse.” he growls playfully. You squeak and dash off in excitement as he begins counting.
You would enjoy what little time left you had, you decided, your heart thudding against your ribcage in a bittersweet melody, laughter escaping you. You make record-breaking speed, but it isn’t long before you can hear his boots in the sand right behind you. You pick up your pace a little, squealing out towards the ocean, laughter still bubbling from you. No matter how hard you try, you just can’t beat Touya in a race for anything. 
He had his eyes on the prize-you-and he’d be damned if he didn’t get it. “Gotcha, mouse.” you hear him grunt right behind you, and not a moment later, you find yourself in his grasp. “Touya!” you shriek playfully as he lifts you and swings you around with jolly snickers. The momentum is enough to send your phone out of your pocket and onto the sand, your earbuds dislodging from the socket.
‘Heart beats fast Colors and promises How to be brave? How can I love, when I’m afraid to fall?’
He sets you down on your feet, the both of you looking at your phone. Somewhere along, the song switched from the lo-fi cover you’d liked so much to the original song on repeat.
‘But watching you stand alone? All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow’
You turn around to face him, his turquoise hues looking down into yours. “Our song.” you say, and he smiles. “Our song.” he repeats after you. ‘One step closer,’ you hum along, the acoustics dancing in the salty breeze. The two of you gradually move into a slow sway, letting the music play. It isn’t long before he pipes up.
“You know what, fuck it. I suck at singing but who cares?” he says, and you huff out a laugh as he gives his best attempt at the second verse as it plays, completely and comically tone-deaf. 
‘Time stands still Beauty in all she is I will be brave I will not let anything take away What's standing in front of me Every breath Every hour has come to this’
You don’t care to stifle your giggles much, because he loved seeing you laugh-even at his own expense. The corners of his eyes crinkle warmly, and he ‘tries’ even louder. “Oh, stop!” you laugh, half-heartedly smacking his chest. Your laughter is short lived, however, as he leans down to capture your lips.
One step closer.
You wrap your arms around his torso, relishing in his warmth. The kiss breaks as the two of you sway, lost in each other’s embrace. You bury your face in his duster, wishing this moment would last longer, terrified of having to choose, despite already having made up your mind, because you were convinced he didn't want to be a father.
Only the two of you on the beach, beneath the moon, slow-dancing, kissed by the salty air of the sea, foamy waters lazily lapping at the sands; a picture-perfect moment in the lives of a struggling couple. What made you make this decision in the first place was because you didn’t want to nail him down, when he could be out there, being him. 
Free.
The song reaches its crescendo, and you tuck away all those fantasies of having a dysfunctional, yes-but happy nonetheless family-one by painstaking one.
One step closer.
Those words you prepared yourself to say…they die before they get the chance to form. And just like this, repeatedly, until the song ends, you try to actually say them.
“Touya…?” you say, your voice incredibly small. He hums in reply. No beating around the bush, you tell yourself. You sniff, peering up at him. He stares back at you, quizzically. “Dove?” he calls when you don’t speak. You smile.
It’s going to be okay.
“I found out…” you trail off, then sigh. “A couple of months ago.” you say, opting to stare at his shirt when he raises a brow. You briefly clench your jaw before spitting it out. “I’m pregnant.”
“I thought you should know…well, since…finding out much later would be fucked up, ya’know?” your voice wavers, tears beginning to gather at your eyes.
"I decided to keep it." the words tumble out of your mouth quickly, your resolve shattering as those tears begin to fall. "If you don't want to be there, I understand, you don't have--to-" your voice shrinks back as he grabs your chin and forces you to look up at him.
You blink away the blurriness caused by them…to see his widened turquoise hues brighter than ever. His throat bobs, an indistinct sound escaping him, steam emerging from his broken skin, in between the staples. 
This phenomenon happened when he was flustered; something only you could do to him. However, when it takes a blackish hue, that was a warning sign.
"Touya!" you gasp, reaching up to grab his face, afraid the man you loved would spontaneously combust, but he stops you in your tracks.
"You're pregnant?" he repeats this; over and over, stupified. You gulp, nodding once. "Yes. I am, and I--" "You want to keep it?" he interrupts, drowning out your soft tone.
You hesitate for a moment.
Not because you weren't sure if you really wanted to keep it...but because you were afraid. Afraid he wouldn't want it. Afraid you'd have to let him go. Afraid the life growing inside you would nail him down, somehow. Afraid he would feel caged in.
You gasp softly, your voice failing you. All you can do is nod, crocodile tears streaming from your eyes.
"Mine?" you hear the disbelief in his voice, blackish smoke erupting from his throat, followed by a harsh cough as you nod again, surely; "Damnit, dove."
He exhales the smoke, pointedly staring at the ocean behind you. "That's not smart." he tells you. You knew it wasn't, but you didn't give a damn. He huffs, and you try to pull away, but he's quick to encase you with his arms. Your heart beats a mile a minute as he speaks.
"I don't think I can be a good dad." he admits, and you want to rebuff him, but you manage to keep it down. "I'm a wanted man, dove." he says. You know.
"I'm a criminal. I can't provide like a normal man." he continues, and you clench your teeth. "I can't be there all the time." he says, his words sprouting hope inside you.
You knew he couldn't be there. And that was okay.
But...your worries were still there.
You open your mouth, weakly pushing him away. "But I'll be damned if if you try to run, dove." his words shut you up. "It won't be pretty." he growls, his voicebox singed by his quirk. "S'don't to that t'me, okay?" his soft plea comes out hoarsely, his voice slowly giving out for the nth time, but you knew he'd get it back, like all the other times. You lift a hand, gingerly stroking his marred cheek, staples searing hot to the touch, but you didn't care. "Stay where I know you are, dove."
He leans into your touch, and you give him a kiss.
"I promise." you tell him. You and him, and the life inside you, would figure things out. You sigh softly-happily.
Your wish of a happy, dysfunctional family just might come true.
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emilija04acer · 1 month
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Game for your soul (part 3 of Niffty Distribution System)
>I'm trying something new! I'll just put the whole short fic here. Some people like to read it here.
Here is the link for AO3>
https://archiveofourown.org/works/54040492
Alastor learns the reason you shouldn't play games other than cards or chess when trying to get someone's eternal soul. You may get attached...
Or you know lose!
Here are some tags> Alastor & Niffty (Hazbin Hotel)
Characters:
Alastor (Hazbin Hotel)
Niffty (Hazbin Hotel)
Additional Tags:
Game
Soul deal
Niffty is a Gremlin
Alastor Tries to Be a Jerk
Niffty Deserves Love
Manipulative Alastor (Hazbin Hotel)
Alastor Has a Heart (Hazbin Hotel)
Cute Niffty (Hazbin Hotel)
Dialogue Heavy
Fluff and Crack
Fluff
No connect 4 didn't exists in the 50s
It's from the 70s
that's the main reason this is crack
⊱ ──────ஓ๑♡๑ஓ ────── ⊰ Soul-taking and deal-making were always entertaining for Alastor, the Radio Demon. He loved getting demons' souls by challenging them to something they thought they were good at, only to watch them struggle and inevitably fail. He didn't care what the game was, as long as he had the upper hand. A drinking game, a poker game, a dice game. Luck games were no safer than skill games. He always found a way to win.
Getting overlords' souls was the most enjoyable, their screams filled the dead air of his broadcasts. He relished watching those powerful beings lose their chess matches, their dignity, and their lives. He would sometimes broadcast the game itself, for the amusement of his listeners and the humiliation of his opponents.
But when he met Niffty a week ago in that alley, he didn't know what he was in for. She was a mystery and an enigma. He got to know her somewhat, over the course of a few days. She wasn't the brightest, but she was energetic and engaging. She was amazing at cleaning, cooking, and pest killing. She was incredibly fast and agile.
He had mistaken her for a child when they first met, and he still had to remind himself that she was indeed an adult. He had seen small demons before, of course, he had. But maybe it was her demeanor that seemed childish and somewhat innocent. However, that was far from the truth, and he knew it.
He decided to challenge her to a game for her soul. He weighed his options. He enjoyed her company, she was respectful and insane. Tied in a small energetic package. She would be a great asset to have, a loyal servant to call for small tasks. Even better, she seemed eager to spend time with him. Willing service would be a nice change.
Alastor invited her to join him for dinner at his mansion. This was the second time he had done so. He made jambalaya, her favorite dish. It was the best thing she had ever eaten that a man had made for her. She had asked him to make it again, and he had obliged. He knew it was to her taste.
⊱ ──────ஓ๑♡๑ஓ ────── ⊰
After their dinner, he finally popped the question he had anticipated the whole evening.
"Would you like to play a game, my dear?"
"A game? Sure! I love games!"
"Wait, before you make up your mind. It's a game with high stakes."
"Oh? Wait. You mean for a soul?"
"Indeed. Are you still interested?"
She thought for a single moment. "I accept! But first, what do I get if I win?"
He highly doubted she would win, but he knew a deal was a two-way street. Both parties had to get something. Usually, he made a contract after the game, but he decided to state the terms verbally. Words, when deals were in question, were not cheap. You could spin them, of course, but he didn't feel the need to do that now. She was more than willing to play.
"If you win, you can get anything you want. We'll write the contract after. Are you ready?"
She nodded excitedly.
With a clap of his hands, Alastor conjured a table and two chairs. He hoped she would choose a game of strategy, like chess or checkers, or a game of chance, like cards or dice. He was confident he could beat her in any of those.
He let her pick the game. He wanted to give her a fair chance.
She looked at the table and saw a variety of games. She picked one and held it up.
"Let's play this one," she said, her eyes sparkling.
Alastor looked at the game. It was a plastic board with holes and slots. It came with a bunch of red and yellow discs.
"Connect Four?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Are you sure?"
She nodded. "Yeah, I like this game. It's fun."
Alastor shrugged. He had never played it before, but it looked simple enough. He agreed to play.
They sat down and set up the board. Alastor let her go first. She dropped a yellow disc into the middle slot.
He followed with a red disc in the same column. She dropped another yellow disc on top of his. He did the same.
They continued like this, alternating turns and filling up the board. Alastor soon realized that the game was not as easy as it looked. He had to pay attention to the patterns and the possibilities. He had to block her moves and plan his own.
He started to sweat. He felt a pang of anxiety. He was not used to losing. He was not used to being challenged.
He looked at the board. It was almost full. He saw that she had three yellow discs in a row, and only one slot left to complete a four-in-a-row. He had to stop her.
He scanned the board for an opening. He saw one. He dropped a red disc into the slot, blocking her.
He smiled. He had done it. He had saved himself.
He looked at her. She was smiling too.
She dropped a yellow disc into another slot.
She said one word.
"Connect."
He looked at the board. He saw that she had made a diagonal four-in-a-row, using the disc he had just placed.
He had lost.
He felt a surge of shock, anger, and disbelief. He had lost his game.
He screamed internally.
Niffty giggled. She knew she could ask anything from him. He had said it just a minute ago.
She could ask for money or power or whatever her little heart desired.
She could ask for his soul. Not that he could give it to her. His soul didn't belong to him.
"What do you want?" he asked, defeated.
"Give me a paper, sir, please!"
He obliged, summoning a paper and a quill. Writing it down was smart, he admitted. He couldn't twist his words, even if he wanted to.
She held the large feather in her tiny hands and carefully wrote. She was focused, more focused than Alastor had ever seen her.
"I'm done! Here, read it!" She handed the parchment to him with a smile.
⊱ ──────ஓ๑♡๑ஓ ────── ⊰
Alastor took the parchment and read it. He expected to see a list of demands, such as money, power, or fame. But what he saw was something else entirely.
It was a contract of friendship.
It said that he had to be her friend, and never get tired of her. He had to invite her to help him with his schemes and let her have fun with him. He had to make jambalaya for her at least once a month and share his stories and jokes with her. He had to protect her from harm and comfort her when she was sad. He had to respect her wishes, and never betray her.
He was baffled by this. He had never seen such a contract before. He had never made such a contract before. He had never agreed to such terms before.
He looked at her. She was smiling, her eyes shining with anticipation.
He felt a strange sensation in his chest. He didn't know what it was, but it wasn't unpleasant. It was warm and fuzzy, like a radio static.
He smiled back. He reached for the quill. He signed his name on the bottom.
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(This is supposed to be crackfic but I honestly wouldn't be surprised if this turns out to be somewhat true)
Plot twist Niffty is the one that owns his soul.
Anyways! I hope you enjoyed this!
This was just a short fic I joked about with my friends and actually wrote it.
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shuckinbeanz · 1 year
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Colors and Promises
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warnings/notes: reader is preggers, ya'lls aren’t married cuz he’s literally a criminal, yandere Dabi if u squint, SOFT DABI SOFT DABI WOOWOO,  soft angst like very soft, fluff, soft kisses, slow dancing(its canon, he dances), man produces steam(literally. read and you'll know what i mean ;3), ya'll have a complicated relationship but its still cute tho, soulmate au if u squint, spoilers on his real name and hints at things about him/his past, Romantic Beach Meetup™️ and its lofi, you eventually spill the beanz finkin bout breaking up w him cuz bb(s) 🥺 growing a family is hardcoded into his DNA so don't worry much--
TWO THIS TIMEE yis same song, separate artists! Tokoyami, our sweetbeak, and Overhaul(big spoilers? ig) our beloved mad surgeon gremlin next!
MINORS 👏 DNI! 👏 AGE 👏 IN 👏 BIO 👏 OR 👏 DNI! 👏 Head on over to @candybowbeansies please for my SFW pieces, or be blocked if you interact here! 😇
~Masterlist~
heart beats fast~
You’re perched on the cement seawall, not another soul in sight, staring off into the horizon, phone in hand. Yours and his song plays on repeat in your earbuds, because you’ve finally made up your mind. See, the man you love is a wanted criminal. You’ve been with him for years, starting off as friends with benefits because you braved flirting with him. True to the song, the moment you laid your eyes on him, you knew right then and there…you’d found a place for your heart. You were afraid to fall deeper, but how could you not? Behind the stoic, crude, enigmatic man was a boy who wanted to love and be loved. And once he let you in, through all your efforts, he proved to be abrasive, yes; but he was honest and loyal to a fault. 
Children were never spoken about. From what he’s confided in you about his past, you had a gut-sinking feeling that he never wanted any. Busy with his activities, the two of you would tryst every few weeks to a few months at most. He was never gone from your side longer than three months. 
It was two months ago you’d found out you were pregnant.
Your phone buzzes with a message from an unknown number as tears fall. 
i’m close.
You scrub away those tears, recognizing his brief style.
i love you.
A small smile finds its way on your face, only for a short moment. In all honesty, you loved him, too. You’ve agonized over this since you found out, and came to the painful decision of breaking up with him the next time you and him meet.
You massage your baby bump-it was just beginning to show. One bud is plucked from your ear, and you jolt, your hand fleeing from your stomach. “Keep tellin’ ya, don’t use both of ‘em.” you hear a familiar voice chide. He’s finally here, you think, still not quite ready for, well…any of what’s going to happen.
You stare ahead at a particularly interesting point off in the distance as he plops down by your side while you bundle up your baggy jacket to hide them from him. The sun was already well below the horizon.
“I’m not always here to protect you, dove.” he says, the nickname falling from his lips affectionately. In the corner of your eye, you see him raise the earbud to rest it against his ear. You can hear his soft exhale, and practically feel his smile. 
“Our song.” he says, after several moments of silence that felt like an eternity to you. “What’s the occasion?” he asks, craning his head to look at you with a lopsided smile. This smile drops when he sees you’ve been crying. “You were crying.” he states, matter of factly, gears chugging in his head. It’s not long before the smile is back, larger than before. “Awe, did you miss me?” he teases, and you roll your eyes. You then hastily gather your earbuds and phone, sliding off the seawall with practiced grace, skipping off a few steps before turning around and sticking your tongue out at him.
“Of course I missed you, doooofus.” you tease back. “But that’s not the reason why. Come find out?” you beckon him, and this time it’s his turn to roll his eyes. “I’ll give you a head start, mouse.” he growls playfully. You squeak and dash off in excitement as he begins counting.
You would enjoy what little time left you had, you decided, your heart thudding against your ribcage in a bittersweet melody, laughter escaping you. You make record-breaking speed, but it isn’t long before you can hear his boots in the sand right behind you. You pick up your pace a little, squealing out towards the ocean, laughter still bubbling from you. No matter how hard you try, you just can’t beat Touya in a race for anything. 
He had his eyes on the prize-you-and he’d be damned if he didn’t get it. “Gotcha, mouse.” you hear him grunt right behind you, and not a moment later, you find yourself in his grasp. “Touya!” you shriek playfully as he lifts you and swings you around with jolly snickers. The momentum is enough to send your phone out of your pocket and onto the sand, your earbuds dislodging from the socket.
‘Heart beats fast Colors and promises How to be brave? How can I love, when I’m afraid to fall?’
He sets you down on your feet, the both of you looking at your phone. Somewhere along, the song switched from the lo-fi cover you’d liked so much to the original song on repeat.
‘But watching you stand alone? All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow’
You turn around to face him, his turquoise hues looking down into yours. “Our song.” you say, and he smiles. “Our song.” he repeats after you. ‘One step closer,’ you hum along, the acoustics dancing in the salty breeze. The two of you gradually move into a slow sway, letting the music play. It isn’t long before he pipes up.
“You know what, fuck it. I suck at singing but who cares?” he says, and you huff out a laugh as he gives his best attempt at the second verse as it plays, completely and comically tone-deaf. 
‘Time stands still Beauty in all she is I will be brave I will not let anything take away What's standing in front of me Every breath Every hour has come to this’
You don’t care to stifle your giggles much, because he loved seeing you laugh-even at his own expense. The corners of his eyes crinkle warmly, and he ‘tries’ even louder. “Oh, stop!” you laugh, half-heartedly smacking his chest. Your laughter is short lived, however, as he leans down to capture your lips.
One step closer.
You wrap your arms around his torso, relishing in his warmth. The kiss breaks as the two of you sway, lost in each other’s embrace. You bury your face in his duster, wishing this moment would last longer, terrified of having to choose, despite already having made up your mind, because you were convinced he didn't want to be a father.
Only the two of you on the beach, beneath the moon, slow-dancing, kissed by the salty air of the sea, foamy waters lazily lapping at the sands; a picture-perfect moment in the lives of a struggling couple. What made you make this decision in the first place was because you didn’t want to nail him down, when he could be out there, being him. 
Free.
The song reaches its crescendo, and you tuck away all those fantasies of having a dysfunctional, yes-but happy nonetheless family-one by painstaking one.
One step closer.
Those words you prepared yourself to say…they die before they get the chance to form. And just like this, repeatedly, until the song ends, you try to actually say them.
“Touya…?” you say, your voice incredibly small. He hums in reply. No beating around the bush, you tell yourself. You sniff, peering up at him. He stares back at you, quizzically. “Dove?” he calls when you don’t speak. You smile.
It’s going to be okay.
“I found out…” you trail off, then sigh. “A couple of months ago.” you say, opting to stare at his shirt when he raises a brow. You briefly clench your jaw before spitting it out. “I’m pregnant.”
“I thought you should know…well, since…finding out much later would be fucked up, ya’know?” your voice wavers, tears beginning to gather at your eyes.
"I decided to keep it." the words tumble out of your mouth quickly, your resolve shattering as those tears begin to fall. "If you don't want to be there, I understand, you don't have--to-" your voice shrinks back as he grabs your chin and forces you to look up at him.
You blink away the blurriness caused by them…to see his widened turquoise hues brighter than ever. His throat bobs, an indistinct sound escaping him, steam emerging from his broken skin, in between the staples. 
This phenomenon happened when he was flustered; something only you could do to him. However, when it takes a blackish hue, that was a warning sign.
"Touya!" you gasp, reaching up to grab his face, afraid the man you loved would spontaneously combust, but he stops you in your tracks.
"You're pregnant?" he repeats this; over and over, stupified. You gulp, nodding once. "Yes. I am, and I--" "You want to keep it?" he interrupts, drowning out your soft tone.
You hesitate for a moment.
Not because you weren't sure if you really wanted to keep it...but because you were afraid. Afraid he wouldn't want it. Afraid you'd have to let him go. Afraid the life growing inside you would nail him down, somehow. Afraid he would feel caged in.
You gasp softly, your voice failing you. All you can do is nod, crocodile tears streaming from your eyes.
"Mine?" you hear the disbelief in his voice, blackish smoke erupting from his throat, followed by a harsh cough as you nod again, surely; "Damnit, dove."
He exhales the smoke, pointedly staring at the ocean behind you. "That's not smart." he tells you. You knew it wasn't, but you didn't give a damn. He huffs, and you try to pull away, but he's quick to encase you with his arms. Your heart beats a mile a minute as he speaks.
"I don't think I can be a good dad." he admits, and you want to rebuff him, but you manage to keep it down. "I'm a wanted man, dove." he says. You know.
"I'm a criminal. I can't provide like a normal man." he continues, and you clench your teeth. "I can't be there all the time." he says, his words sprouting hope inside you.
You knew he couldn't be there. And that was okay.
But...your worries were still there.
You open your mouth, weakly pushing him away. "But I'll be damned if if you try to run, dove." his words shut you up. "It won't be pretty." he growls, his voicebox singed by his quirk. "S'don't to that t'me, okay?" his soft plea comes out hoarsely, his voice slowly giving out for the nth time, but you knew he'd get it back, like all the other times. You lift a hand, gingerly stroking his marred cheek, staples searing hot to the touch, but you didn't care. "Stay where I know you are, dove."
He leans into your touch, and you give him a kiss.
"I promise." you tell him. You and him, and the life inside you, would figure things out. You sigh softly-happily.
Your wish of a happy, dysfunctional family just might come true.
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i-just-like-goats · 2 years
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I wonder if you could make headcanons about Reader being Nagisa’s mother, unlike Hiromi, she’s wealthy, sweet, caring and doting towards her son Nagisa. She’s married to Nagisa’s father who’s the principal of a school. Before Nagisa’s birth, she was a former assassin before giving up Assassination when she married Nagisa’s father and giving birth to Nagisa.
Hmm, well I've never actually written any headcanons before, but I'm willing to give it a shot!
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Where the reader is Mrs Shiota and the mother to the precious cinnamon roll Nagisa Shiota
Warnings: very brief mentions of weapons
I can totally see Y/N being like Yor once Nagisa's grown a bit
Children are children and children are curious
So naturally, they'll want to explore, Nagisa is no exception to this and he stumbled across your old weapons
Cue your panicked attempts to get him away
But dw after quite a bit of panicked screaming on your part, you lock your room, fully intending to lock those up somewhere a child can't reach
Nagisa's totally fine, he did laugh at you tho the little gremlin
As a mother, you really do try to not spoil Nagisa, but he's just too cute, that you can't say no, you do have to be firm sometimes, but you avoid it as much as possible
It doesn't help that you have a ton of money from your previous occupation, so you really don't mind spending it all on Nagisa just to make him happy
Husband does help a ton tho with controlling the finances so that it's not spent on just buying Nagisa new toys
Being a former assassin then being put in a nuclear family situation of your own volition was hard
Turns out the normal world is much more complicated
But, lucky for you, you have your hubby to help you through it all
He can be any anime character you want tbh
Gojo Satoru if you really want
This man loves you so much, he is so willing to help you integrate into normal society
He is just so supportive and patient, being an assassin meant that you missed out on 'normal' things, so he takes every chance he can get to do the most mundane every day things with you
It's honestly just really sweet
When you finally left that life to start a family with him, he was over the moon
He couldn't be any happier
The woman he loved was ready to invest in their future together? Ecstatic barely described his emotions
His occupation came in handy for when you finally had Nagisa
Interacting with the children at his school just brought you so much joy and really prepared you for when you were ready to have a child
So when Nagisa's born, you have enough experience under your belt to confidently care for him
You just weren't prepared for sleepless nights because let's be real, babies do not care what time it is or when you last slept they will cry if they are unhappy
Nagisa honestly just remains the same, because he just inherited all his natural abilities from you
Yes, he still gets mistaken for a girl, and Karma 100% still tries to get him in a maid dress
I just think Nagisa has a feminine face in the assassination classroom universe which means even with his short hair, some still think he's a girl💀
You are 100% supportive of whatever he chooses to do, whether that is growing his hair or keeping it short, it doesn't matter to you because he's still your sweet precious child
When his class has to assassinate Koro sensei, you started to give him little pointers to help him, as though you were just teaching him maths
But his small "No thanks, I'll be fine" and your husband's warning glare put an end to that really quickly
Besides, you used to be an assassin, not a teacher, just leave the teaching to your husband, an actual teacher
Is exactly what your husband told you
Cue some sulking in the corner moments
Nagisa did start to piece together some things after that incident
The kid is smart
He had his suspicions about your life before he came into the picture, but he doesn't delve any deeper than little theories
That's for you to tell him whenever you were ready and Nagisa understands the importance of privacy
Overall, the family dynamic is very wholesome and sweet and loving and caring
Which is what Nagisa totally deserved
However, you have your unusual moments together as a family
Like the time you knocked out several people who were trying to kidnap your son
But it's normal for the Shiota family
And you guys wouldn't have it any other way
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A/N: I actually had a lot of fun writing this and it got kinda long. Oops haha. Thanks for the request and hope you guys enjoyed!
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blakeswritingimagines · 10 months
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Your relationship trope
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V: 
Pining fool X Oblivious sweetheart.
Tired parent friend X Other tired parent friend.
Supporter X Big sad.
Small angry X Tall chill.
Jumin: 
Flirty dumbass X Stoic softie.
Touch-starved X Most cuddly.
Goth grumpy X Preppy cute.
Hard-working commner X Insanely rich prodigy.
Zen: 
Romantically confused X Romantically confident.
High maintenace diva X Rational adult.
Pure X Playboy.
Beauty X Beast.
Jaehee: 
Intellectual X Feral.
Tired but in love with chaotic dumbass X Chaotic dumbass.
Overthinking X Not thinking at all.
Idiot X Loves their idiots.
Yoosung: 
Cheesy lovey dovey X Soft baby.
Flirty bastard X Easily flustered.
Gentle and caring X Cocky gremlin.
Pair of walking disasters who literally can't function without the other person at this point.
Seven/Saeyoung: 
Teasing X Being teased.
Off the walls eccentric X Emotional wall.
Elusive chaotic dumbass duo.
Terrible flirt X Bunsiness.
Ray/Saeran: 
Reclusive optimist X Bold pessimist.
Soft soul X Broken soul.
Loner X Popular.
Bumbling villain X perfect hero.
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shions-stuff · 1 year
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I can imagine like you being Shinichiro girlfriend so he brings you home to meet his family and then those chaos gremlins (namely Baji and Manjirou) tell you how he sucks that you should date someone else you just rub Shinichiro tell him how much you love him while he cries a waterfall
Thanks fot this amazing idea! I enjoyed writing this.
Rating: General
Warnings: toilet humor, fluff
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"I'm sure they'll like you." There was a hint of nervousness in Shinichiro's voice. He was just trying to comfort himself with those words.
"I'll try to," you say, smiling at him. At the sight of your joyful face, he seems to have become a little more confident.
Shinichiro grabbed your shoulders and rubbed his head against yours. It was a surprise for you to know that he is like a cat: he just loves tactile contact when you pet him. Sometimes, when you don't, he starts rubbing his head against your hands. Just adorable!
"Of course you will," he suddenly began, "how can you won't? You're smart, beautiful, kind and... and amazing! My grandfather needs to see you!"
Shinichiro told you a lot about his family. You knew about some of the problems in his family and that they were raised by their grandfather. According to Shinichiro, he is a wise and understanding person.
"You flatter me!" you said and felt the red on your cheeks from his words.
"Absolutely not!"
When you came to his house together, Shinichiro became visibly nervous. He looked thoughtful and rubbed the back of his neck. He always does this when something bothers him. You took his hand and at his questioning look you just nodded and smiled. He squeezed your hand.
"I... never brought anyone home," he said quietly, "girls, I mean."
It was nice to know that you were the first.
You were met by two small children of about the same age. They ran towards you and pushed each other, competing who will get to the goal faster. The blond girl ran faster and the same blond boy grabbed her leg. Now there are just two fighting kids on the floor in front of your feet. You turned to your boyfriend who slapped his forehead. You sat down on the floor next to a mess of two bodies:
"Hey, I see you're so happy to see us?" the children froze as soon as you made a sound and just looked at you with their big eyes. Charming, "you must be Ema, right?" you stroked the girl on the head and she beamed. She opened her mouth to say something, but the boy exclaimed loudly:
"And I'm Mikey...I mean Michael!" he tries to get out his sister's arms from himself, but fails, causing them to start fighting again.
"Stop it already! How do you welcome guest? I don't think grandpa will be pleased with you two," he interrupted and grabbed Mikey by the ear and pulled the kids apart, "better go and tell him we're already here."
Mikey, who was standing and rubbing his injured ear, suddenly perked up, looked at you and rushed somewhere into the house, shouting something that he would arrive first. The girl followed him.
"Michael?" you raised an eyebrow.
Shinichiro just shrugged and hugged you. He's a little taller than you, so he kissed your head and rested his chin on the top of your head.
"They're cute," you said, his shoulder drowning out the sound of your voice, "just adorable."
"Sometimes these adorableness are like a pain in my a.."
"I'm glad to see you here," someone's hoarse voice reached your ears and Shinichiro instantly unhooked from you and straightened up as if on a string. What a wonderful discipline, you thought. Grandfather turned to Shinichiro, "Introduce us please."
"Ah... em, yes, of course. Grandpa, this is Y/n, my girlfriend. Y/n, this is my grandfather. A person I deeply respect."
You bowed slightly
"Very nice to meet you, Mansaku-san."
"Mutually, Y/n," he smiled at you and put his hands behind his back. You just now noticed that those two charms with big eyes were peeking out from behind his back. Their eyes just shone, so childishly funny and you involuntarily laughed, "I suppose you have already met the smallest inhabitants of our house?"
"Yes, Mansaku-san. They were the first ones I saw," you waved at them and they hid behind Grandpa in embarrassment.
You all had a good time listening to some of Mansaku-san's stories and telling your own. He asked about your relationship with Shinichiro, causing the second to constantly blush and stutter. So you had to save your poor boyfriend and keep the conversation going. You didn't mention it, but Shinichiro seemed to accidentally touch you all the time. It must have been too awkward to hold hands now, and he wanted so badly to touch you.
The kids chatted most of the time, telling you their childhood stories and fiction. Mikey brought toys and told the story of each one. Ema is more reserved, she just asked questions about why you have such beautiful hair, where do you buy clothes and stuff like that.
"Hey, Y/N! Come on, I'll show you what I got!" Mikey called out and pulled you by the hand. You apologized and followed him. The thought crossed in mind that it wouldn't hurt to leave your boyfriend and Mansaku-san alone so they can discuss some things. Like father with son.
The children dragged you into a rather spacious children's room, where order reigned. Surprisingly, not a single toy lying alone on the floor. All things are neatly arranged on shelves. Mikey let go of your hand and reached into a box in the corner. You sat down on the floor in the middle of the room, waiting to see what he would show you.
He exclaimed "found it!" and proudly raised his hand, in which he held a wooden airplane. The boy ran up to you.
"That's what Shini did for me!" he seems to be very proud of his brother and loves the gift. Shinichiro has an adorable family.
"Wow, I didn't know he could do that," you said, spinning the plane in your hands and looking at it from all sides.
"Yeah, but I could still do better!" Mikey puffed out his chest.
"I believe, Manj... Mikey."
"Shinichiro acted like a lovesick idiot when you texted him," Mikey suddenly said.
"Yup, he had such a red face!" confirmed Ema, rubbing her plump cheeks, "he looked like a tomato!"
"And he smiled terribly!"
You chuckled at such straight forwardness. It was nice to know, he was glad to be with you.
"Once we swam in the pool with him and he lost his swimming trunks. His ass is..." you covered the boy's mouth with your palm.
"I don't think it's need saying."
"And when we were watching a movie in the living room, he farted loudly and didn't want to admit that it was him!" Mikey replied indignantly and his brows furrowed, "but I knew it was him! Never watch a movie with him, Y/n!"
You chuckled nervously and tried to change the topic.
"Maybe you better tell me what else your brother can do?" your fingers carefully ran over the wooden surface of the toy, "I know he likes motorcycles."
"Yes, but he never wants to give us a ride on his motorcycle," Ema squeaked.
"But he rolled me, because I said I would tell grandpa that Shini said bad words!" Mikey said laughing and put his hand on your leg, "did he ever ride you on a motorcycle?"
"Never"
"Oh, just tell him something like 'I won't love you anymore if you don't give me a ride!' and he'll agree!"
"But I won't stop loving him," you said and smiled at your thoughts.
"Y/n, he loves you very much. Because he behaves differently around you," Ema spoke up and looked at you with sparkling eyes.
"What do you mean?"
"Ah, he was constantly running after almost all the girls, because he is dumb!" Mikey scowled and folded his arms, "he said such stupid things to them. I wanted to puke!" he made an appropriate sound and put his fingers in his mouth.
"Yeah, but you are very beautiful and kind. I want Shini to marry you," Ema said, her cheeks blushing pink. As are yours.
"If he doesn't, then he's just a stupid fart!"
"Y/n, are you here?" said your boyfriend came into the room.
"Yeah, I'm here. I really enjoyed talking to you guys. You're really cool," you said to the kids and patted their heads.
The two of you were heading to your apartment, home. Shinichiro was visibly beaming and his mood was transferred to you.
"They liked you! I knew it! I knew it!" he exclaimed and hugged you tightly.
"You have a wonderful family, Shini," you cupped his cheek with your hand and looked into his eyes, where a mischievous twinkle shone, "I love you."
"I love you too," Shinichiro leaned in and touched your lips in a gentle kiss.
"Let's go home," you whispered to him, "but I was warned not to watch movies with you."
Shinichiro froze and his cheeks turned pink.
"What did they say to you?!" he asked in panic.
"What? Those little angels? Nothing special, Mr. Silly smile and red face," you chuckled merrily as his cheeks turned almost red.
"Little brats..." he muttered and pouted.
You were happy to meet his family, wonderful people who respect and appreciate him very much. Today you signified a piece of his soul and you liked it.
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liiinerle · 1 year
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/44715028
fandom: miraculous ladybug
ship: alya césaire/marinette dupain-cheng
rating: t (they’re a little too into each other your honour)
word count: 2′753
summary: marinette accidentally confesses to her best friend. together, they go on a grand adventure of discovery to discover that they’re both idiots
part of the @mlbfemslashfebruary event
brief excerpt (330 words) below the cut!
Alya crosses her legs and nudges Marinette with an elbow. “Is there anything you’re afraid to say, eh, Marinette?”
“No.” Wait. She was too final, too quick on the draw, there. “No, I’m. I just think it’s weird, okay? Leave me alone.” And that – that was worse. She groans and falls back, now spread-eagled on the roof shingles.
“Well, I think there are far weirder things to do with kwamis, personally,” says Alya, and whirls her red-and-black yo-yo slowly. “Like how I can make any object in the world, but I can’t decide which one beforehand. Or how you can grab onto something and turn it to dust in a heartbeat. That’s weird. That’s the sort of thing I’d never have imagined before.”
“But you could imagine small gremlins that listen in on your conversations and follow you everywhere?”
Alya laughs. “Of course I can. I have two little sisters.”
Sitting up again, Marinette takes out the cat’s staff and frowns at it. When Adrien publicly renounced being a hero five years ago, after they defeated Hawk Moth and he decided he needed to get his life in order again, to rebuild the ruins his father had left behind – there had been no question of who should get the ring. And then, Alya said no, and there was a question again, until Alya gave her the answer. “Give me the earrings,” she said then. “You can be my kitty.”
And because Marinette had – and still has – all the mental fortitude of wet paper when it comes to Alya calling her by cute nicknames, she’d agreed. They became Scarabella and Lady Noire, crime fighting duo extraordinaire. A gorgeous and funny and good-hearted young woman, and her sopping wet helpless alley cat of an excuse for a partner.
Because Marinette’s confidence as Lady Noire can carry her through battles with monsters, and through saving civilians, and through the end of the world, but it can’t allow her to compare herself to Alya.
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Chapter 24:  Who is He?
As we sped through the open plains, I started to see the city lights appear.  Dusk was upon us now, but still, plenty of time to do some shopping.  He pulled us up next to the town center.  I jumped off, picked up the kid and started my way into one of the shops.  “Remember, we have credits here.”  Din commented.  AKA, don’t pay for anything.
“Yes, I remember!”  I yelled back over my shoulder.  I didn’t see which way he went and honestly didn’t care.  I wanted to be out and feel normal for a few minutes with my favorite little gremlin.  When we walked in, I saw a cute little satchel, one that a small, green child would fit in.  “Ooooo!”  I said as I walked over to it.  It wasn’t fancy by any means, but had some burnt reds, oranges, and splashes of teal all over it.  I put it on and put Grogu down.  “What do you think kid?  I think you would fit nicely in here too.  You wanna try it out?” 
“Gaaah!”  he said, raising his arms.  I picked him back up, put him in it and twirled around! 
“I think it’s a keeper.  I know it’s not food, but something fun every now and then is good, right?” 
“Right!”  I spun around, not recognizing that voice that agreed with me.  A man stood there, tall, dark, chiseled.  Wow, he actually took my breath away, which I’m not sure has never happened.  I gave him a small smile as I walked towards him.
“Thanks!”  I said.  Almost sheepishly. 
“The colors suit your personality I think.”  Wait, what did that mean.  I scrunched my face a bit and gave him some eyes.  “In a great way I mean.”  He started walking towards me, talking more with his hands.  “I just mean that’s a good look for you.”  I started to blush a little.  “What’s your name?
“Suri.”
“Hi Suri, I’m Trevo.  Nice to meet you.”  He reached out his hand for a shake, which I obliged with a nice smile.  He then looked at Grogu.  “Hey there squirt!  You look comfortable!”
“Yeah, he’s attached to me,” I laughed cornily.  He chuckled as well.
“What are ya’ll doing after you finish shopping, may I ask?”
“No plans really.  Probably just head back home and chill.”  I was totally flirting with this guy!!!  And it was fun!  I kind of forgot about this part of my life.  But here stands this 6 ft, brown tanned skin, slightly, curvy hair, hazel eyes, beautiful smile, and some stubble on his face. 
“That’s cool.   I was going to head over to Water’s Edge if you wanted to join me.  The little guy can come too.”
“Uh, I would like to, but I don’t think that’s a good idea.” 
He leaned in a little to whisper.  “You’re not wanted or anything, are ya?”  He asked with a big smile.
Giggling, I responded confidently, “Nah, nothing like that.  I just probably have to get him home soon.  I need to finish getting some food first though, and you’re distracting me!”  I joked. 
“Well, I wouldn’t want to be a distraction to you.  How about I wait outside.  You finish your shopping and maybe we can just take a walk for a bit?  Is that ok?”  I looked quickly outside as the suns were setting.  Mando should be coming back soon, so maybe I can hand Grogu off to him and take that walk.
“That sounds nice.  I’ll see you soon then.”  He started walking away and boy did I like to see him leave….  I sighed.  “Well buddy, let’s get some food so we can get out of here.”
After going down a few aisles collecting the necessities, I went to the counter to pay.  I told him who I was with, but that I wanted to pay for the satchel.  The attendant was nice.  I turned to leave and Mando came walking in.  “Do you have everything you need?”  He looked down at my new bag.
“Uh, yeah.  Definitely.  And a little extra purchase for myself.  Don’t worry!  I paid for this with my own credits!”  I gave him the bags of food, which weren’t a ton and then I took Grogu out and put him down.  “Ya know, I kind of want to stay here a little longer and just take a walk.  I can go back to the main station compound.  There are extra beds there.  I’ll head back in the morning.”
Even though I couldn’t see his face, he seemed confused, but didn’t say anything.  So, I started walking towards the door.  Crap, I really didn’t want either of them to see each other, so I quickly walked to the side door.  Din followed, still not saying anything.  We walked up to his speeder.  I helped load the bags and Grogu and took a step back.  “So, I’ll see you tomorrow then.”  He continued to stare.  “What?”
“What’s going on?”
“Nothing, I just wanted to see the city at night and check out different places.  Maybe meet some new people.  You said this was a safe place.  Plus, I could use a little R and R after today.”  He wasn’t buying it, but everything I said was true.  “Ok then.  Have a nice night.” 
I walked back around through the store and out the other door where Trevo was leaning against the doorway waiting.  “Ok, I’m ready.”
“Where’s your little guy at?”  he asked, looking around.
“I dropped him off at a friend’s place.  I also gave them my food to watch over, so I didn’t have to carry everything around.  I need some me time anyway.”  We started to walk together further into the city.
“Smart!”  As we walked, I kept looking up and over at him.  It was like I just couldn’t get enough of how handsome of a man he actually was!  And he had a great personality.  Ok, well I didn’t know for sure yet, but my instincts told me he did!
“So, what brings you out here?”  I asked.
“Just traveling through.  I have some family on a few planets over, so this was a safe place to break I heard.  You?”
Ooooo, how much do I say?  “Well, I’m staying with a friend for a while.  I’m trying to figure out what I want to be when I grow up.”  I said sarcastically.
“Nice!  What are you now?”
“Nothing really.  I help my mom on another planet with her business, but I haven’t found a home place for me yet.  I really like it here though, so I might start looking.”
“This is a nice place.  As nice of a place as I’ve seen around.”  We started to turn a corner.  There was Water’s Edge.  It looked like a restaurant, bar, music place.  It was busy but not packed.  We walked in a found a high top next to the bar where a waiter greeted us.  “What can I buy you?”
“Um, could I please have a philo ruby please?” 
“Sure,” the waitress said.  “And what about you, sweety?”
“Same.  Thank you.”  She smiled sweetly at him.  How could she not.  She was definitely older than us, but he had such a natural charm about him that appealed to people of all ages.  He leaned in close to me.  “I’ve never actually had one, so this better be good.”
I laughed.  “Well, I hope you like it.  It’s on the sweeter side and very citrusy.”  I just kept smiling at him.  I couldn’t wipe it off my face.  It was like I never flirted with before!  The waitress brought the drinks, and we thanked her.
“Well, here’s to new friends in new places.”  He said and held up his glass with mine.
“Cheers.”  We both took a sip and he looked at me and leaned in. 
“This is the best drink I’ve ever had….” he said, smiling still.  My thoughts exactly.
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asterinstar · 1 year
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OKAY GUYS I HAVE DECIDED TO MAKE THE OTHER MCS INTO BIRDS 😁 NOW PREPARE FOR A LONG THREAD OF BIRD RAMBLES AND HCS I HAVE FOR EACH OF THEM
MC1 - Chickadee
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I have decided to make MC1 a chickadee or more specifically a long tailed tit because it is so small just like MC1. Now you might think that the chickadee is too cute for MC1 but that's where you're WRONG. Fun fact chickadees are known to be a FUCKING MENACES. IF THEY'RE THREATENED, YOU KNOW THEY GON ATTACK.
So with MC1 no matter where the little fella goes whether he's flying or walking, trouble is his #1 fan
In one moment, he'll be boiling water but then a few seconds, the kitchen's on fire. Another moment, he'll be just sitting in a tree then a few seconds later he's pooping on someone like a pigeon. Yeah he is a fucking menace.
Surprisingly he's a pretty cheerful and friendly guy for someone who causes mayhem every 5 secs. He gets along with everyone (sorta) and will get into trouble with you because he likes you :)
He, MC2, and MC5 are a trio of violent and unhinged birdies who would peck anyone's asses
He and my duck mc are definitely evil besties like they're either getting their asses put into trouble or causing mischief and giggling like the little stoopy birds they are
So in conclusion he's a fucking gremlin who can't stop getting into trouble and needs a leash on him
MC 2 - Lovebird
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Ah yes the girlboss. So for her I have decided to make her a love bird specifically a black masked love bird. Man I really LOVE how she and the bird look so similar UGH 😫 IT'S SUCH A PERFECT MATCH FOR MY GIRLIE.
She is the definition of a girlboss as she is acts however she wants whenever she wants and there is NO exception to that
And because she's a girlboss she is definitely a great leader as she is confident, assertive, reliable, and fights for what she believes while looking so cool doing it
But just because she's a bad bitch doesn't mean she a mean bitch! She just knows how to act for herself. As her friend the little birdie will definitely give you makeovers like in those moments in disney princess movies where the animals help the princess dress up!
She and MC3 are definitely the wlw and mlm solidarity 😌
She and my duck mc definitely have sleepovers where they do girl sleepover stuff like give each makeovers, gossip, and do rituals lol
In conclusion, she's a cool bitch and I'd prolly say she's similar to Wendy Testaburger from south Park
MC3 - Penguin
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Welp I'm turning the himbo into a penguin. I thought of the penguin more specifically the emperor penguin because he's big and so is the penguin.
So amongst all of the mcs this penguino has dated the most people. Like he'll be flirting with every hot guy he sees every 5 secs and you know how THAT goes. Bro's like the horny option in the dialogues.
But the guy has some standards so that's pretty much why you don't see him dating certain guys especially those who see the exile in him
This penguino definitely radiates big brother vibes and he is one. You'll definitely see him acting all brotherly towards younger characters like Agyo and Zhurong and especially towards the mcs
MC4 always has to watch MC3's ass and stop him from flirting to every hot guy he sees. MC4: GO TO HORNY JAIL! *bonk!* MC3: Ow!
MC3 tells his love stories to my duck mc and she is honestly traumatized because of it. MC3: So let me tell you the time I woke up in bed with two guy- DuckMC: I DEMAND THAT YOU SPEAK NO FURTHER
But she admires the penguin and the two have a pretty good sibling relationship :)
So he's a big flirtatious waddling penguin and if you're close to him platonically he's your big bro
MC4 - Falcon
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For the skinny man himself I've decided to make him a falcon specifically a prairie falcon. Ngl he was so hard for me to find a perfect bird match because originally I was gonna make a mallard duck but I thought no that ain't right so I chose the falcon.
This Falcon loves to observe everything like you'll see him at 4 am in the morning just watching through the window just everything that surrounds him fascinates him ✨
And out of all the mcs he's the most chillest and doesn't get into trouble as the others do. He's also one of the mature ones, making the sense out of everyone.
He's also a nerd he's like smart and is quite knowledgeable about his interests which is anime and manga so he definitely gets along with the akihabara group and MC5 who's also a fellow nerd
Him and MC5 get along pretty well as MC5 can tolerate him and the two share an interest in anime and manga.
He and my duck mc definitely get along and he would grab her with his talons and give the duckling a little flight.
MC5 - Owl
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Last but not least I'm gonna make MC5 an owl more specifically a eurasian eagle-owl. I decided to choose this bird because I thought it looks grumpy like how I thought MC5 looked grumpy so I put the two together.
Our owl buddy here is tired of everything. He's tired of everyone's bs and is always on the verge of going apeshit. Now that doesn't mean he's mean he's just salty towards those who are assholes or just generally annoying.
Now while he is mature but there will be times where he does stupid shit because he's just over it like in rugrats when Stu Pickles is making chocolate pudding at 4 in the morning. MC4: MC5 what are you doing? MC5: Making chocolate pudding. MC4: It's four o'clock in the morning, why on earth are you making chocolate pudding? MC5: …Because I've lost control of my life.
As owls are depicted as nerds, this one is no exception towards it. You'll definitely see this owl hanging upside down while reading a manga that he just started. And there are moments where he is binge watching all the episodes of his favorite anime in one night.
He and MC1 are the typical siblings as they both hate and annoy each other as well as loving each other in the end. MC1 pulling pranks on him and MC5 getting his vengeance on him. Then the two sleeping together in their bird cage.
My duck mc is one of the few people he likes and can tolerate. He definitely worries a lot for her and gets annoyed when she gets into trouble. The owl always rambles about his interests to her and she always listen cause she's a good duckling :)
So to end it there he's a nerdy tired owl 🦉
OKAY THIS TOOK FOREVER TO FINISH WTF 😭
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transgenderer · 1 year
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Designed and named by Teague to look either "cute or controversial - depending on one's viewpoint ... for many, it seemed perfect for the free-thinking early 1970s."[21] American Motors executives apparently felt confident enough to not worry that the Gremlin name might have negative connotations.[20]Time magazine noted two definitions for gremlin: "Defined by Webster's as 'a small gnome held to be responsible for malfunction of equipment.' American Motors' definition: 'a pal to its friends and an ogre to its enemies.'"[18] The car's cartoon-inspired mascot was marketed for product differentiation and was intended to be memorable to consumers.[22][23] The Gremlin's hatchback design was also needed to make the car stand out in the competitive marketplace, and according to Teague: "Nobody would have paid it any attention if it had looked like one of the Big Three" automobiles.[21]
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A book about the popular history of the 1970s introduces it as the decade of "pet rocks, shag carpets, platform shoes, and the AMC Gremlin."[113] It is among the cars that people who were in high school in the late 1970s and early 1980s would be familiar with because it was one of the first cars they drove and among most often seen in student parking lots.[114][115]
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