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danganronpasurvivoraskblog · 2 years

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Good Cop, Bad Cop, Dead Suspect.

Guard: GAGH!

Guard: OUGH!

Kidnapped Man: H-Huh!?

*The kidnapped man, who was sold off earlier that evening, is instantly freed when Toko and Komaru lunge and defeat the soldiers transporting him.

Are you alright?

Kidnapped Man: Y-Yeah! Thank you!

You know the way back to the main hall, right? The others are escaping that way. Go join them, they’re waiting for you.

Tch!

There you are, you fucking deadbeat!

GAH!

*Tamashiro, peeking at the display around the corner, bolts down the hallway.

Get ‘em!

*Makoto, Komaru, Toko and Kuripa give chase.

AH!?

Where do you think YOU’RE going?

Dammit! EH!

Sorry. This way’s a no go too.

DAMN YOU! EGH!

Still running I see. Watch out, watch out, we’re gonna geeet yoou~!

Did Genocide Jill like...jump into his body or something?

He definitely seems more...homicidal than last time, and that’s saying something.

We’ve been through some shit ok!?

Don’t worry. I’m not going to kill him.

But I am gonna BREAK HIS FUCKING KNEECAPS!

Makoto. Four and I blocked off the rest of his escape routes, except for one.

He’ll most likely use the one in the library that Hina and Hunter used to get in! You can corner him there!

Gotcha! Let’s get going!

*The four bolt down the hallway.

STOP THEM GODDAMMIT!

*SMACK!*

*RATATATATATATA!*

!!??

YAGH!

URGH!

*Turrets drop from the cielings and start firing at the approaching group. Quick as a flash, Kuripa jumps in front of Komaru, dives them both out the way and and blocks the bullets, which hit his lower back.

KURIPA!

HRAAGH!

*SLASH!*

YOU’RE GONNA PAY FOR THAT!

*WHAAAM!*

*WWHHIR...* *CLUNK!*

*After taking the bullets, Kuripa spins around and viciously throws his sword at one of the guards. It slices open his shoulder and downs him. Makoto then rushes forward at breakneck speed and decks the other guard.

Thanks! A-Are you ok!?

Whatever! Let’s go!

*Wasting no time, the group continues to chase Tamashiro. Along the way, Kuripa yanks his sword out of the ground.

*pant!* *pant!* Ngh!

*Finally arriving at the library, Tamashiro rushes over to the passageway behind the books.

Hehehehe...

*Chuckling to himself as he believes he’s made his escape...

RAAGHAHAHAGH!

WAAAAGH!!??

*WHAM!*

*Genocide Jill, having swiftly made her way to the library, ambushes Tamashiro from the floor above.

Got the bitch! Now let’s-

*ACHOO!*

Ugh...let’s do this.

WHA-!? HEY! NONONO! ACK!

*Toko kicks Tamashiro towards Kuripa, Makoto and Komaru, who just enter through the door.

Right...let’s do this.

NONONONONO! AAHACK!

*Kuripa reaches down and grabs Tamashiro by his collar, lifting him up into the air, feet off the ground.

I find your shouting and screaming to be deeply, DEEPLY infuriating. Would closing off your windpipe shut you up!?

H-Hey now!

You wanna get out in one piece bastard? You’ll answer our questions! Right?

Yeah. We have lots of things we need to talk about.

You...You do NOT have the authority to question me! Nor do you have the authority to be here!

I don’t have the authority to throw ya’ out the feckin’ window eitherv guv, but I’ll do it wankstain!

*WHAM!*

UGH!

Look. Contrary to what it may look like, I’m usually a man of my word. I won’t kill you, nor will I make this too...unpleasant for you, if you answer our questions.

Kuripa, cut it out! You’re scaring me!

Oho? It’s a wonder how you two were able to catch me given how at each other's throats you are.

...

The good cop, bad cop approach is it? Isn’t that routine...a little worn this day and age?

...

Yeah, well unfortunately, I’m not a cop...!

*THUD!* *SHUNK!* *SPLAT!*

GRAAAAAAAAAAAAHAGH!

I’m a WEEB!

*WHAM!*

GHUGH!

*Kuripa thrusts Tamashiro against one of the library pillars and stabs his sword deeply through his shoulder, pinning him to the wall. He then punches him hard in the stomach.

Hey! Stop! You’re going too far!

Back off! Leave him alone!

You heard your boss! Just cut it out already!

...Komaru...

...?

...I was talking to YOU...

...!?

H-Huh?

As extreme as his methods can be sometimes...they usually work...

Calm down...let Kuripa have his fun...

Are you out of your god damn mind!?

It’s his play! Let him make it!

Tell me what Feng is planning you evil old shrew, or I will GUT you!

What the hell...!?

...

*Kyoko and Four catch up with the rest of the group, as Kuripa continues torturing Tamashiro.

Ah, right on time. Our two ACTUAL interrogators are here.

*Leaving his sword pinned into Tamashiro’s shoulder, he backs off.

All yours ma’am. Just let me know if you need me to...convince him further.

NO! No! *panting!*

Hehe...I love traumatizing rat bastards like this...

Are you a psychopath or something!?

NO SHIT DUMBASS!

Kuripa, stop! Tamashiro is one thing, but stop fighting your own allies!

Kyoko just...get this over with please.

Right.

*Four and Kyoko approach Tamashiro.

My question is a simple one. And I expect you to answer with utmost honesty.

Y-Yeah, sure, whatever, just keep me away from him! I-I’m an honest man! Really!

Yeah, I’m sure that’s what Kokona thought too...I wonder what would happen if she could see you now...

!!??

Kokona?

Who’s that?

Beats me.

*Four turns to him.

Kokona Tamashiro. She was this assholes daughter...before she died.

She died...?

Yes. Thanks to Emilia Feng. She was murdered, not directly by her, but because of one of her schemes.

In fact, the only reason old man Tamashiro here fell in line with Fang Inc. is so he could avoid a similar fate.

I don’t know what you’re referring to! That girl is no daughter of mine! She was dead to me way before then!

Why? Because she went off to pursue her dreams? Because she didn’t like mansion life and preferred the bright neon colors of her DJ deck?

Get over yourself. YOU’RE the one who was dead to HER.

You sound pretty spiteful Four...This Kokona girl...was she a friend of yours?

You could say that. Sorry, it’s not important. Just know that this is personal.

But that’s not what I want to talk about. What I want to know is what Emilia Feng is planning for the near future.

And what WE want to know...is where is she keeping Organization Zetsubou’s weapon supply?

How do you know about the Organization!?

That doesn’t matter! Tell me now!

I-I don’t know! A-All I know is that Zetsubou’s weapon supply is being held in a warehouse, and on a private dock owned by the company! But there are several docks and I don’t know which one, honest!

Well...it’s a start. We can use that information, and Oliver can take it from there.

Now answer my question. What is Feng planning next? And why does she need Zetsubou’s aid?

...Even if I did tell you, I have no clue how you think you’ll be able to stop it. Feng she...she wants to do what she’s always done, but on a more extreme level.

What does that mean?

Surely you already know by now, since you’ve come after me and crashed my sale...Feng profits off of other people’s misfortune, causing problems and pretending to be the savior.

Now tell me...if you already know of Zetsubou, then you know full well what they intend, right?

Y-You mean...!?

The Tragedy...!

Shit...!

The Biggest, Most Awful, Most Tragic Event in Human History may have originated from Japan, and Zetsubou may be Japanese based, but both the last Tragedy, and the one they have planned will affect the whole world.

You understand n-now? Feng wants to reap the benefits of the post-tragedy phase, and she’s helping Zetsubou to do it. That’s why-GAAAAAAAGHHG!!!!??

!!!???

*The interrogation is drastically cut short, as all of a sudden, Tamashiro is pierced straight through the chest from behind through the pillar, by a padded hand!

WHAT THE HELL!?

Kekekekekeeeh...

KEKEKEKAKAKAKAKAKAAAAH!

KILL IT! KILL IT NOW!

*CHHOOO!*

YOU GOT IT!

RAAGH!

*SLISH!* *SLASH!* *SLICE!*

*Genocide Jill bursts out and slices the robot to ribbons.

...

[Oh...how unfortunate...]

Huh?

*A different voice suddenly speaks through the machine.

[Never mind...I did what I came here to do...Que será, será...]

*The light in the head of the robot dims, and it shuts down for good.

Tamashiro! He-!

It’s no good...he’s dead. That robot went straight for his heart.

DAMMIT!

What the hell IS this thing!? Is it a Monokuma?

It’s the same shape and size, but I don’t think so...It looks more like a frog than a bear.

And...that voice that came out at the end...That was...!

I’m afraid so...

*Everyone turns to Four.

That...was Emilia Feng...

//Kazue Tamashiro...has died...//

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hanafubukki · 2 years

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Convert Anon💜 here!!

Now trying to imagine tweel kids and if i married them both(us as an Eel of course)

Regardless of if i married them both, the first kids would probably be twins

Two daughters who have my blue eye and their father’s golden eye, like their father(s) and uncle but with blue instead of the sea glass green

First twin would be energetic and loves to have fun and loves her dads and also loves to tease Azul and takes a bit after Floyd but not as violent of mood swings but she is calculating and knows how to make it hurt the most and more patient then Floyd, she has the same colours as the tweels cause i think their colours would be dominant but she gets to freckle but her streak is on the right, she also loves small cute things and swimming

The second twin is just as fun loving and cute but more reserved and the more violent one, and is the one who would break kneecaps and a little less patient then her twin and her streak is on the left and loves to cook but sometimes gets bored and adds random things as an experiment and loves hiking with her twin and Jade, and likes violence and has a knife collection

They are adorable and sweet but they are Leech’s and are part of the Leech Family and I will not let my children be used as tokens for favour with their grandfather and fathers and they are very much taken after their fatehrs but i would still spoil them and love to hold them and cuddle and always make sure that they’re safe and love to braid their hair and swim with them and if we live on land i would love taking them to the beach and go shopping and love to watch them with their fathers and take care of them

And later when they’re bout three maybe they would get a baby brother who has just teal hair and golden eyes and my freckles and he’s shy and sweet and is a mama’s boy and his big sisters protect him if anyone makes him cry and he also loves terrariums and lil sea creatures and has a tank of shrimp and cried when Floyd ate one not knowing how much his son loved them and his older sisters just were ready to fight their fathers for making him cry, cause they may be daddy’s girls but they don’t let anyone make their baby brother cry and that includes their parents, but i would probably have to mediate them and stop them from being mad at him but in the end everything gets fixed when he gets his son some new shrimp to take care of and take him out for some food at Mama Ashengrotto’s restaurant

Jade and Floyd would be great dads/uncles and of course as always, Malleus is invited to see the kids and are welcome to come to our home anytime cause i am not risking a Maleficent upon my kids, also plus he would be a great person around the kids

Also the twins would be a chaotic duo with Ace and Deuce and just cause chaos and would 100% pull a home alone against intruders and make them regret ever trying to do whatever they wanted to do and also are very sweet on their brother and also the som would probably try to learn Azul’s business and how to make deals and also is Azul’s lil helper and helps organize things in his office

the older daughters fighting Floyd is everything's specially since they are doing it for their younger brother. so so so cute 💕💕

azul thought the tweets were hard to deal with....well meet their children 😂👏💕💚

#answered #anonie ask #💜convert anon #kids au

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phawareglobal · 2 years

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Evelyn Keltgen - phaware® interview 374

Pediatric pulmonary hypertension patient, Evelyn Keltgen, discusses being diagnosed with PH at 6 weeks old. At age 9, Evelyn learned that her PH was connected to TBX4 gene mutation. She enjoy horseback riding, volleyball, and playing the saxophone. Evelyn is working towards becoming a veterinarian after high school.

Evelyn Keltgen: My name is Evelyn Keltgen. I live in Minnesota and I was born with pulmonary hypertension. I was diagnosed at six weeks old. I've had it my whole life, so I just deal with it. I always had it, so I've never known any different. I wasn't allowed to go to preschool because of germ exposure. I started school in kindergarten instead. So, every day I'd go down to the nurse, get my temperature checked, because at that time, I'd get really flushed during the day. I've never come to a big realization, because I've just always known. I had a 504 plan so that I could limit myself doing PE, because that's when it really affected me. Sitting in class, I'm fine, unless there's bad air quality that day. I've always had to limit myself, so I couldn't run around and do laps with my friends sometimes, or I'd have to sit out. But I try not to sit out because it's not as fun. But evidently, I was getting a little worse on my CT scans and stuff, so my pulmonologist, Dr. Besch, my parents were talking with him. I'm pretty sure that he said that we should just wait and see how the CT scans keep going. But my mom and dad were like, "No, we should try something, not very invasive, but that could work." So I was put on azithromycin three days a week, and the side effect of it is to lessen inflammation in my lungs. So now, I'm just on that three times a week, and it helped a lot. They must have done genetic testing. I came back for the TBX4 gene. My parents got tested and I got it from my mom. A bunch of people in my family have gotten tested, to see who has it and who doesn't. You can kind of tell, because it affects the lower limbs too. My kneecaps will pop out when I'm exercising. So for PE, I’d have to wear knee braces when I was doing PE so that my kneecaps didn't dislocate. There's that as well. It also affects hips and lungs, which adds to the pulmonary hypertension. Because my pulmonary hypertension is pretty stable, but the other stuff on top of it just makes it worse. I do volleyball for the school and since volleyball doesn't involve running back and forth on the court like basketball or soccer or something like that would, I'm able to do that one. So I do volleyball and then I also do horseback riding. I take lessons at a barn near my house. I do the pep band, the concert band, and jazz band. I play the alto and tenor saxophone. I can do a teeny bit of clarinet, but I don't do that for school, just for fun. I also do student council. I do FFA, which is Future Farmers of America. For FFA, this past year I did horse evaluation. So me and a team, we went and evaluated the horses' conformation and stuff like that. Also another thing of activities I'm in, I do Knowledgeable Bowl. We go around and compete with that. I've always wanted to be a veterinarian. I feel like I've always kind of had that figured out. So I'm just doing agricultural classes and fun stuff that relates to that, so that hopefully there is a good school [I can get into] and I can become a veterinarian. People at school, like my classmates, they know I have something, but I've never sat them all down and explained it to them. So they just don't exactly know. But that's okay, because it'd be a lot of people to try to explain it to if I explained it to everyone. So I let them know that I have pulmonary hypertension and they maybe don't know what that is, but at least they know I have something. Then that way, if I'm sitting out in gym, they're not like, "Come on, keep running," or something. I always tell my friends. They know, so they can try to understand it. So when we're doing something and I like, "Oh, I need to take a break," then they understand and know why. I'm pretty sure I've met other kids from Minnesota, or at least their parents, at the hospital or something when we went up for a visit once. But I was pretty young and I don't really remember it. So the first real time that I got to talk with actual other kids that have pulmonary hypertension was at the PHA conference this year. It was nice. It was fun to meet people that can relate to the problems you have. I try my best to fit in. For volleyball, I have to wear my knee braces and stuff so my kneecaps don't dislocate. It makes my knee pads look really big. So sometimes it's a little embarrassing, but I know if I don't do that, then my kneecaps are going to get worse and then it's just not going to be good. But most of my stuff for my PH, no one else really sees because it's just me taking my meds during morning and night. So the only thing that they would see is if I needed an inhaler puff or two while I was exercising or something. Some advice for a young kid that might be facing stuff like this is to just be yourself and find stuff that you enjoy doing, because you can like other things and have yourself defined as liking other things and not just having a disease because you're limited to some things. But there's lots of other things that you can still do and be really good at. I just focus on what I can do because I can do a lot of things compared to a lot of other people. So I'm very fortunate that way. But it's the things that I can do that I do, which means I like doing them. So the things that I can't do, like basketball, for example, I don't particularly like basketball. I know a lot of people do and that's fine, but I feel like the things that I've been doing and I do, I enjoy them. So that's more of a glass half full kind of thing. Support from my family and my friends and everyone else around me is really important. When I'm sick, I need lots of care. I'm on oxygen. Like I need Tylenol and ibuprofen around the clock, along with nebulizer treatments. So my mom and my dad, they're usually doing that and they help me when I'm sick and that's really important, because if someone didn't have that, they probably wouldn't do very well. My name is Evelyn Keltgen and I am aware that I am rare. Learn more about pulmonary hypertension trials at www.phaware.global/clinicaltrials. Never miss an episode with the phaware® podcast app. Follow us @phaware on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, YouTube & Linkedin Engage for a cure: www.phaware.global/donate #phaware #ClinicalTrials

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belovedmuichiro · 2 years

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Okay okay but au where Yuichiro survives the attack and eventually becomes a Hashira alongside Muichiro (still keeping all of Muichiro’s character development in tact ofc)

When the demon attacked Yuichiro, he didn’t actually die, but a huge chunk of his shoulder was bit out and his kneecaps were shattered

The blood loss and pain instantly makes him dizzy and he falls, hitting the back of his head hard enough to make him faint

Muichiro, being 11 and panicking, immediately assumes he’s dead and goes into his iconic rage mode

When he returns after killing the demon in the morning, he finds Yuichiro breathing but very weak, and (much like the scene with Tanjiro and Nezuko) he carries him on his back to find help in the village

Fortunately, the Ubuyashiki family meets them on their journey (they leave to visit a lot earlier than canon for the sake of this au lmao) just before Muichiro is about to drop and manages to get the two of them to a local doctor

Muichiro wakes up the next day to learn that because Yuichiro lost so much blood and suffered some head trauma, he’s in a coma and could still die at any time.

They move him to the Kocho estate so he can be constantly monitored and Muichiro reluctantly lives with the Ubuyashiki family though he visits his dear brother every day.

After a few weeks (mostly spent to heal), Muichiro begins training as a slayer and uses the blind rage he felt when he thought Yuichiro died, and the lingering anger he still feels not knowing if he’ll survive, to surpass every rank and kill over 50 demons. Just like canon, he becomes a Hashira in two months.

After a month of gaining his final title as the Mist Hashira, Yuichiro finally wakes up to find Kanae and Shinobu by his bed instead of Muichiro. He demands to know who they are, and they explain their positions in the corps and how he came to be in their care

He demands to know what happened to Muichiro, assuming he must’ve died because he can’t imagine his brother wouldn’t be by his side

Kanae is the one to tell him that Muichiro is a demon slayer now, that he’s on an important mission since he’s climbed the ranks in record breaking time. She begins to explain his role as a Hashira, but Yuichiro lashes out at her

The idea of Muichiro, his baby brother who can’t even make rice, becoming one of the highest ranked demon hunters in under two months is laughable and, in his eyes, clearly a lie. He instantly believes that they’re trying to trick him into believing Muichiro is alive and hide his death behind flimsy excuses like “he’s on a mission as of right now,” or “he’s being sent a way for a long time, it’s uncertain when he’ll come home.”

He keeps demanding to know the truth (almost getting his little punk ass slapped by Shinobu tbh) until Muichiro bursts into the room with his crow on his shoulder

Yuichiro’s completely speechless when he sees Muichiro, visibly stronger, dressed in a custom uniform (also a haori resembling their old mist-patterned clothes) with a sword on his hip

Muichiro, of course, is overjoyed to see his brother again and runs to embrace him. Yuichiro let’s him, swallowing his instincts to yell at Muichiro for doing something so stupid because he can’t imagine what Muichiro went through without him

Their peace, of course, is short lived. After Shinobu gives them the run down of his condition and the sisters leave them alone, Yuichiro finally snaps

“How could you be so stupid!? You could get yourself killed out there, don’t you remember what happened at home?!”

“That’s why I’m doing it, Yui! I killed the demon that attacked us, and I can save more people from the same fate!”

They go back and forth for a while without reaching a real understanding. Muichiro refuses to give up being a slayer, and Yuichiro refuses to accept this side of him

Despite that, he still loves Muichiro with all his heart, and still dotes on him. When they’re given their own estate, he moves into the same room with him so he can watch over Muichiro when he’s home, and continues living as if Muichiro isn’t risking his life every day and night

He’s also being constantly invited by the Ubuyashiki family to join the corps, but he always turns them down (which is to say he tells them to get lost and threatens to throw rocks at them)

A few things to note about Yuichiro is that he experiences constant pain in his shoulder and knees. His head also makes things very difficult for him. He retains a harsh attitude both from his disappointment and undying fear of losing his brother from worse demons.

As for Muichiro, he’s a little different only in the sense that since Yuichiro is alive, he retains his kinder personality from his childhood. He manages to make more meaningful relationships with the other Hashira thanks to this, and is closest with Kyojuro, Mitsuri and (surprisingly) Giyuu, who doesn’t talk much but once saw him crying over Yuichiro and has had a soft spot for him ever since.

Unfortunately, about a year or so (I don’t remember if there’s a canon timeline for this), Muichiro becomes terribly injured and loses his memories of his past

When Yuichiro finds out, he immediately goes to visit him. He completely breaks when he walks in and his own twin doesn’t recognize him, and asks if the demon who hurt him died

In this au, he didn’t, and Yuichiro is driven by his own blind rage knowing that the bastard that did this is still running free and finally agrees to join the demon slayers.

He’s immediately met with the problem that is his bad shoulder and knees. He initially started learning Mist Breathing in Muichiro’s footsteps, the technique demands more strength and speed than he can give and he realizes he has to find a different technique, he just doesn’t know where to start

Kanae watches his struggles and steps in with her knowledge of Flower Breathing. Because Flower Breathing has a focus on agility that conserves energy to deliver a killer blow when needed (I think lmao), Yuichiro adopts some of it into his style that helps him perform some Mist Breathing techniques as well.

All in all, after a few months of training (think five or so?) Yuichiro creates a personal breathing technique, Dew Breathing, which is a combination of Flower Breathing and Mist Breathing that allows him to work around his chronic pain and maximize his energy for lethal strikes.

He passes final selection in his sixth month of training. When he’s an official slayer, he sets out on a personal mission (approved by Ubuyashiki himself as it was apart of Yuichiro’s terms to become a slayer) to find the demon that injured his brother. It doesn’t take long (call that brotherly instincts) and he kills it in under a minute.

When he’s done, he returns home and realizes he doesn’t really know how to handle Muichiro anymore. Muichiro has become a shell of his former self thanks to the amnesia, he doesn’t laugh or smile as much and only remembers Yuichiro because they’re identical and live together. He’s also not as powerful as before thanks to his lost motivations, and has become distanced from his friends (who still look out for them, though they’re devastated to hear of his injury).

This goes on for about another year. In that time Yuichiro rises to the second highest rank and easily meets the qualifications to become a Hashira, but when the role is offered to him, he shoots it down. Of course, the position is always open, but he can’t bring himself to do it. He didn’t become a slayer to be the best, he did it to avenge his brother. Besides, he can’t help but feel like taking the position would be like taking it away from Muichiro, who’s still very powerful but not nearly on the same level as before his accident.

He gets sent on missions of less importance because of this, and is actually on the mountain with the spider demons where he briefly meets the Kamaboko squad (Tanjiro confuses him for Muichiro at the Hashira meeting and doesn’t learn the truth until the village arc lmao)

During the village arc, Yuichiro is on his own mission and has no idea about any of the attacks.

Muichiro, on the other hand, is proceeding like canon. Tanjiro’s words still effect him because what he says reminds him of his father. Yuichiro doesn’t help his memories come back because his harsh tongue doesn’t remind Muichiro of anything, it just makes him confused. If Yuichiro had taken on a more optimistic outlook on life and talked more like their parents, his memories would’ve returned sooner.

In the end, he still defeats the upper rank 5 himself by remembering how he felt when he thought Yuichiro died and his newfound anger over the year they lost together.

When he returns home, Yuichiro had just learned about the attack and is all over him checking for injuries, seeing if he has a concussion, asking a million questions a minute while mildly scolding him for taking on such a powerful demon alone and Muichiro finally gets a real look at him (parallels to earlier!!)

Yuichiro in his uniform with his own haori (it resembles their childhood clothes as well but it’s halved with both patterns) and a belt with blue flowers decorating it (in Kanae’s memory), and a custom sword on his hip. He almost looks like a Hashira, and that’s when Muichiro starts bawling, making Yuichiro realize that he’s him again, then they’re both crying 🥲

In this au, there’s a longer gap between the village and the Hashira training au (bc there’s some development I want to happen here, so let’s just say it took a while for Muzan to get word about Nezuko, yeah?) and in that time, Yuichiro finally agrees to become the Dew Hashira with Muichiro’s encouragement

They become the iconic twin Hashiras for a while! And things are good for a little while :)

And that’s all I have right now! I have some ideas for how to tie it into the end, but this is long enough for now! I’ll definitely make another post like this when I do.

#emmie speaks #sorry this is long! but damn I had a lot of ideas!#sorry for any inconsistencies #headcanons #call this the uhh #twin Hashira au #?#perhaps #fueled by my love and desire for Muichiro to have a happier life damnit #but I guess I didn’t fix it too well huh lmao #muichiro tokito #yuichiro tokito #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny manga spoilers

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boyfriendsmalec · 2 years

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Pat has seen many sides of Pran throughout the years. He’s seen his competitive side, eyebrows quirked, lips raised in a playful smirk. He’s seen his sweet side, his warm, honey eyes drawing Pat in deeper and deeper. He’s seen him love-lorn, spread out underneath him, seen him over him, desperate, lips dragging against his own, skin hot, eyes fogged with want. He’s seen Pran a million different ways. But he’d never seen him like this before.

With bloody kneecaps, hyperventilating on Pat’s bedroom floor, quaking as he clung to Pat like a lifeline.

He’d come to Pat’s window minutes before, frantically rapping his knuckles against the window and Pat had just about had a heart attack when he saw the expression on Pran’s face. Pran looked terrified, color drained from his face, shaking from head to toe, unable to mutter a single word as he climbed into Pat’s room, blood dripping down his legs and tears streaking his face.

Pat did everything he could to console him, running his fingers through his hair, rocking him in his arms, whispering soft words into his ear. He’d even bandaged his bloody knees, carefully cleaning them and applying a thin layer of medicine. Still Pran wouldn’t speak. He didn’t even wince from the sting of the alcohol as Pat gently dabbed at the twin wounds. It was almost as if Pran couldn’t even hear him. Couldn’t see him. Couldn’t feel him.

Pat had never felt more scared in his life, his mind racing with the possibilities of what could have happened to make Pran truly break like this.

But it could only truly be one thing couldn’t it…

“Your parents, they know about us. Don’t they?” Pat murmured into Pran’s hair.

Pran stiffened for a moment. He pulled back, and Pat’s heart just about broke. Even in the dark Pat could see the tear stains along Pran’s face. His puffy, red-rimmed eyes, his blotchy nose.

“Pran? Is that what happened?”

Finally Pran managed a shaky, solitary nod.

“Oh, baby,” Pat said softly, and Pran ducked his head. Pat leaned forward, thumbs swiping away the last of the tears away from Pran’s cheeks. “Can you tell me what happened?”

A long silence stretched out. So long that Pat wondered if Pran even heard him. But finally Pran’s lips parted and he spoke.

“She’s going to separate us again.” Pran’s voice didn’t sound like his own. Instead it was something strained. Broken.

“No,” Pat shook his head, pulling Pran closer, cradling his face in his hands. “No. No, that won’t happen.”

“They know,” Pran whispered, curling in on himself, withdrawing from Pat’s touch. “My mom, she… she was getting suspicious. So she looked at my phone and found photos of us ki-kissing–” Pran broke off.

“Pran…” Pat tentatively rested a hand over one of Pran’s and thankfully Pran let him, squeezing his hand back tightly.

“She locked me in the guest bedroom at the far side of the house. I had to climb out the window and slipped on the way down and well, you can see where that got me,” Pran gestured to his now bandaged knees.

“Pran–”

“She told me they’re going to send me to my grandparents across the country,” Pran said, voice hollow, eyes staring blankly ahead.

A fury blazed in Pat’s chest. He remembered seeing Pran’s face when they were fifteen years old. How helpless he’d felt seeing Pran taken away from him. He didn’t try to stop it then. He wouldn’t let it happen again.

“She can’t do that, Pran,” Pat said, trying to mask his anger the best he could. “You’re an adult this time. She can’t just… force you to move somewhere.”

“She can and she will,” Pran said, voice low. So low Pat had to practically strain to hear it. “She-she told me she’s going to file a report. That I’m mentally unstable.”

“What?” Now Pat couldn’t hide his anger anymore.

“Pat, my parents have connections… they will get a judge to declare me mentally unstable.”

“I won’t let it happen–”

“She’s going to have legal guardianship of me–” Pran cut in. “Pat, I won’t be able to stop her. Even if I try. I can’t.”

“We could run away–”

“They’ll find us.”

“We’ll leave the country–”

“Pat.”

Pran looked at him, and it reminded him of how Pran looked the first time after they kissed. Utterly hopeless.

“We knew this would happen,” Pran whispered. “We knew it.”

“No.” The word didn’t even register in Pat’s mind before he said it. But he couldn’t stop himself. Because no. This wasn’t going to happen. Not again.

Pran looked at him, apprehensive, but within his eyes was a glimmer of hope.

“Pat… what are you–”

“Marry me.”

Pran froze. Clearly he hadn’t expected that. Pat hadn’t either. Pat’s mouth was working ahead of his mind tonight. But before he knew it, he already had a plan hatched in his mind.

He and Pran would not be separated. Not again.

“Are you serious?” Pran asked, and Pat noticed his fingers begin to shake. Pat took his hands once more in his own, raising Pran’s knuckles to his lips, pressing a single, tender kiss to the back of Pran’s ring finger.

“Pran. I know this isn’t the way that we wanted it to happen.” It really wasn’t. Pat had imagined one day proposing to Pran. Or even Pran beating him to propose first. And it would’ve been somewhere nice. Somewhere that wasn’t the floor of Pat’s childhood bedroom, with Pat in his pajamas and Pran with bloody knees and tear-stained cheeks.

Pat let out a shaky breath before continuing, “But, Pran, if we’re married, she can’t file guardianship over you. I’ll be your next of kin.”

Silence stretched out and Pat began to panic, until Pran finally spoke.

“I thought if we ever took that step it would be because we wanted to… not because we would be forced to,” Pran said, eyes focused on his and Pat’s interlaced fingers.

“Pran, I love you,” Pat said. Finally Pran met his eyes, and it was only then that Pat saw how much pain laid beneath Pran’s eyes. “And to be perfectly honest I have wanted to marry you since we kissed for the first time.”

The first hint of a smile appeared on Pran’s face. It was just a flicker, but it was more than enough for Pat.

“Of course, I didn’t expect to ask you this soon. I thought maybe after we graduated, had stable jobs, maybe then, but it doesn’t matter. It was bound to happen eventually. And I want you to know that I’m not just saying this because I know it will stop your mom, Pran.” Pat breathed out, leaning forward until Pran’s forehead rested against his own. Until he could feel Pran’s breath against his lips. “I truly want to marry you. If you’ll have me.”

Pran leaned forward, brushing their lips together. The ghost of a kiss, almost there, but not quite.

“Pran,” Pat breathed out. “Will you marry me?”

Pran swallowed, pulling back to look Pat firmly in the eyes.

“Okay,” Pran whispered, pulling Pat back in, giving him a short, shaky kiss. “Okay.”

Pran chose him. Time and time again Pran chose him. He chose him ahead of his own fear, ahead of his own friends, ahead of his own family.

“I love you,” Pat said, because he needed to. He needed Pran to feel his love. To know Pat would always be there for him. As his partner, as his best friend. As his husband.

“I love you too,” Pran said, kissing him again. Ardent, and heartfelt, and with an aching tenderness that made Pat’s heart swell.

As much as Pat didn’t want to he pulled away, giving Pran a soft, tender kiss on the forehead. “We have to get moving though, okay? We gotta find somewhere where we can get married before your mom can file the paperwork in the morning.”

Pran nodded, sucking in a deep breath. “You’re right. Where can we do it?”

“Korn’s dad is ordained.” Pat remembered Korn mentioning it to him once a while back. “We could go there, to Korn’s house.”

“And he wouldn’t care about marrying two men?” Pran asked, eyebrows creased in concern.

“No, no. Korn’s dad was really accepting when he came out as bi,” Pat said. “I’m sure it wouldn’t be a problem.”

“Okay then,” Pran nodded. “What about the rings?”

“Oh, I,” Pat scratched at the back of his head. “I have that covered already.”

“What?”

Pat regretfully pulled away from Pran to open his bedside drawer. Inside were two rings. He’d bought them months ago. After he and Pran became official boyfriends. He’d been passing by a shop one afternoon when he noticed the most alluring white gold bands.

“I really meant what I said when I said I wanted to marry you from the time we shared our first kiss,” Pat told him, as he showed Pran the identical rings.

Pran’s fingers brushed over them, eyes widening as the situation before them finally began to settle over him.

They were getting married. They really were. And it was finally hitting both of them.

“And to think I thought I’d be the one to propose,” Pran mumbled, and Pat broke out into a smile, which made Pran, blissfully, manage a small smile.

However, Pran’s smile quickly faded as he glanced over Pat’s shoulder.

“Pat–”

His mother.

Pat’s head snapped over his shoulder to see his mother standing out the door, eyes wide as she looked from Pat to Pran, to the small box in his hands.

Dread ran up Pat’s spine at his mother’s frantic expression.

“Take my car. I’ll tell your dad I sent it out for work. It’ll give you more time.”

Pat blinked once. Twice. He could hardly believe what he was hearing. His mom didn’t even sound shocked about this sudden revelation.

“Mom–”

“I’ll cover for you here. If they ask, I’ll tell Pran’s parents we haven’t seen him. That you are away on an Engineering trip. They won’t be any wiser,” Pat’s mom shuffled into the room, grabbing at Pat’s suitcase in his closet and quickly filling it.

“Mom, how much did you hear?” Pat asked.

“Enough,” his mother said, voice tense, but Pat didn’t miss as she threw in his old tuxedo from high school prom in the suitcase. “Don’t worry about your father. He’ll come around. Just… stay low for a while.”

“You’re okay with this, mom?” Pat turned to Pran who kept his gaze downcast since Pat’s mom entered the room. He wanted to pull Pran close, but was afraid his mom might react negatively and lash out at him. Or worse, at Pran. “You’re okay with me… with Pran?”

“You’re my only son,” his mother said, sounding resigned. “I might not be happy about the situation but… I can tell you’re happy. And that’s all that matters to me. And Pran… you’re good for my son. I can tell. He’s never been as happy as when he was around you.”

Pran finally looked up.

“Thank you,” Pran whispered. “I promise I will treat your son well.”

“I know you will. You already have,” Pat’s mother managed a half-smile and handed Pat his suitcase. “I hope to have you over soon for dinner, Pran. Just… give it a few days. Or, maybe, weeks.”

Pat pressed out the idea of his father discovering his and Pran’s relationship from his mind. It didn’t matter what his father did or said. In just a few hours, Pran would be his husband. That’s all that mattered. That they would be married, and Pran would finally be free from his mother.

Pat took the suitcase, and Pran’s hand, and they headed out.

It was then they found themselves in front of Korn’s house at three in the morning, Korn rubbing his eyes blearily as he looked at Pat and Pran, suitcase in hand.

Korn had woken his father, who gratefully agreed to perform the ceremony. The next hour or so was a haze in Pat’s eyes, as Korn helped him into his tuxedo. They’d called Ink, who was the only one they knew would be up at this hour, who agreed to come and be their second witness.

It wasn’t the grand ceremony Pran deserved. He deserved something carefully planned out, and meticulously arranged. He deserved roses and the sand under his toes and champagne-filled toasts from all their family and friends. He deserved a candlelit hall covered in flower petals with the soft sound of flutes playing as they had their first dance. He deserved more than Pat could give him at that moment.

Yet when Pat saw Pran as their eyes met under the gazebo lights he’d never looked more happy. More radiant. Only a mere hours ago he’d been sunk in front of Pat on his bloody knees, hope and life drained from his body.

Now he’d never looked more alive.

They were really doing this. Pat couldn’t even begin to believe this was happening. Regardless of the circumstances he couldn’t be any more happy.

Ink and Korn had quickly concocted a beautiful ceremony space, lit with stray tea candles, and hung with star-shaped lights, Korn even scattering some loose rose petals at their feet. At least his Pran would get his roses. Just one of the many things he deserved.

Pat could hardly focus on Korn’s father as he spoke, unable to look away from Pran. From the soft look in his eye, and the warm grip of his hands in his own. He hardly even noticed when Korn’s father asked them for their vows. They hadn’t prepared any, of course. But they still knew the words to say. They’d known them for a long time.

“Pat,” Pran started, shifting his hands in Pat’s own. “My whole life I tried living for other people. For my parents. For my friends. For what people expected of me. You’re the first one, the only one, that made me want to live for myself.”

Pat’s hands tightened around Pran’s. It took every last ounce of restraint from kissing Pran, from breaking down and sinking to his knees, proclaiming his love for him.

“You’re the first one that made me not feel alone. That made me feel seen. That made me feel heard. Your love, it was never conditional. You loved me even at my worst. You loved me even with my flaws. And it scared me. Because I thought someday I would lose your love. But I was wrong. I know now that you’ll always fight for us. And I want to fight for us too.

“Until my last breath I promise I will fight for you. For us. I promise to be there for you, no matter what obstacles are put against us. Because we’ve endured it all already. The world was set against us from the beginning, and yet here we are. Because my love for you, our love for each other, it’s stronger than all the hate they can throw at us.”

Pran finished his speech by raising Pat’s knuckles to his lips, and brushing a kiss against Pat’s ring finger, mirroring the action Pat had done earlier that very same night.

“And you expect me to follow that?” Pat asked with a watery chuckle, Pran letting out a small, joyful laugh that made Pat want to melt.

“Pran,” Pat cleared his throat, growing more serious. “I think in some ways I’ve always known we’d end up like this. I think what you said when we were in high school was right. We were born to be together. Maybe you think the world is against us. But I think it’s wanted this for us all along. I think we were always meant for each other. I felt it since we were kids, this pull to you… I tried to ignore it. I told myself I didn’t want to be your friend. And when we were in high school I said I was just your friend, and nothing more. But I knew there was always something more. I just couldn’t quite place it.

“I wish I had been smarter, been braver then. Three years was three too many to be away from you. Over one thousand days, and in every one of them I thought of you. Where you were, what you were doing, if you were happy.

“Over one thousand days. And now I will make sure we spend every day of the rest of our lives together. Because I’m never letting you go again, Pran. And that’s a promise, my love.”

Halfway through Pat’s speech, Pran’s bottom lip began to quiver, and by the end he was crying again, tears flowing freely. But they were tears of joy, not sadness. Pat cupped Pran’s face, the urge to comfort Pran distracting him from the rings being presented to him.

Pran, thankfully, more focused on the task at hand, took the rings from Korn’s father and shakily slid the ring onto Pat’s finger. Pat couldn’t help but stare at it for a moment. A solid, physical reminder of his love for Pran, of their love for each other, on his hand. For all to see.

Pat took the ring he had bought Pran all those months ago and took Pran’s hand gently, sliding the ring on carefully, focused on Pran’s eyes the whole time, heart seizing in his chest as he saw Pran’s breath hitch as the ring slid home on his finger. Pat ran his thumb along the band, the white gold shining in the moonlight.

And then Korn’s father asked those words: “Do you take this man to be your husband?”

“I do.” Their voices echoed in the night, a shared breath, identical smiles cracking on their faces.

Pat barely heard Korn and Ink’s whoops of delight as he dived forward, kissing Pran with every ounce of love his body could possess. Pran melted against him, drawing him in close.

The earlier pain of the night faded away, Pat lost in Pran’s warm lips and the sweeping motion of Pran’s finger against his ring finger.

They were married before dawn, names signed in fresh ink on their wedding documents. They were married in law, officially. Pran was his husband. And he was Pran’s.

“Husband,” Pran whispered over and over against his lips when they made love later that morning.

They drove to the beach, snagged a honeymoon suite that faced the water.

Pran looked beautiful tangled up in the cream sheets, his wedding ring sparkling against the glimmer of morning light that peeked through the curtains.

“Yes, husband?” Pat whispered, relishing in Pran’s touches, in his caress, in the way Pran’s legs tightened around his waist.

“Nothing,” Pran smiled at him. He looked ethereal. It left Pat breathless. “I just like to call you that.”

“And I like to hear it,” Pat grinned, nipping at Pran’s ear and Pran shivered, drawing him closer with the heels of his feet. “Husband.”

It was easy to forget the outside world in their little bubble.

Later, after they were able to finally sleep for a few hours, reality settled over Pat a bit more. He could tell it did for Pran too, and he hoped Pran wasn’t regretting this.

Apparently Pat had vocalized his fears without thinking because Pran turned to look at him, stunned.

“I could never regret this, Pat,” Pran assured him, running his thumb over Pat’s ring again. “Never. Marrying you was the best decision I’ve ever made. Because it was a selfish decision. And I never make selfish decisions. But I think maybe it’s time I was more selfish.”

“You’re the least selfish person I know,” Pat said.

“You only see the best in me,” Pran shook his head, though there was a smile on his face as he said it.

“I see all of you. Good and bad. And I want you more every time,” Pat told him.

“I want you more every time too,” Pran said. Soft and sincere.

Pat knew they were in for a world of hell come tomorrow. And the day after that, and for the rest of time. But they would be by each other’s sides. And that’s all that mattered.

Pran was his husband. His family. He was all that mattered.

And Pran’s parents couldn’t touch him. Not anymore. Pat would like to see them try.

Pat had never thought he’d have another love that could compare to the love he had for Pran. That was only challenged when he held his and Pran’s son in his ams for for the first time.

He would do anything for their son, as he would do anything for Pran. He would burn down the world to keep both of them safe. To keep them happy.

He couldn’t imagine a world where he would try to prevent his son’s happiness for such a petty feud as their families did.

Their son would never know fear the way they did. He would only know love.

It had been years, but the wounds from Pran’s mom still ran deep. Pran had never forgiven her. He still saw his dad sometimes, but he almost never saw his mom. He allowed her to see their son once, months after they first adopted him.

Pran invited his mom to meet him in neutral territory. At a neighborhood park. Pat had stood close by, not wanting to intrude, but wanting to be there with Pran for support.

“This is our son,” Pran said, cradling the sleeping baby in his arms.

“Oh, Pran, he’s beautiful,” Pran’s mother said, hand reaching forward but Pran took a step back.

“I wanted you to see him. I wanted you to see the family I made, the one that we almost didn’t have because of you,” the words came out soft, but Pat could feel the venom that lay beneath them. “You know for a long time I thought I should forgive you. But now that I have a child of my own, I know I can’t. Because I know I would never do to my son what you did to me.”

Pran’s mother looked affronted. “I told you, I am okay now if you want to be with P– with him.”

“You can’t even say his name even now,” Pran scoffed, shifting the baby’s weight in his arms as his son began to stir. “Look, you might be my mother, but that doesn’t mean I have to forgive you. And it doesn’t mean you have a right to see my child ever again.”

“Pran,” Pran’s mother shook her head. “I’ve told you how sorry I am for everything.”

“Actually, no, this is the first time I’m hearing those words come from your mouth,” Pran cocked his head, his words turning bitter. Their son began to let out a soft cry, distressed from his father’s stern voice. Pran immediately softened, turning to soothe the infant.

“I can take him,” Pat stepped forward, having stood to the sidelines, watching this interaction between Pran and his mother pass for too long. Pran smiled at him, gratefully handing their son to him.

Pran’s mother shot him a look. Even after all these years, she could still never accept him. No matter how much she tried to insist she was okay with it, the words rang hollow.

“I think we’ve had enough for today,” Pran told his mother, putting his hand on Pat’s back.

Thankfully Pran’s mother didn’t fight them this time. She knew it wasn’t a fight she could win.

“Do you think I was wrong for not forgiving her?” Pran asked Pat later, when they were settling down for the night, their son tucked into Pran’s arms, bottle of formula in hand.

“I think it’s ultimately your decision. She’s your mother after all,” Pat said. “And I mean what she did to you… trying to take away your own freedom, I think many people would find that unforgivable.”

“I just don’t want her around you. Or our son. She’s like a poison. She was the reason we were apart for so many years. The reason why we were almost separated again,” Pran said, sighing as he looked down at their son. “I was afraid for so many years to even tell her I was gay. I didn’t know she’d react to that, much less to finding out who I liked in particular.”

“You know I’ll always stand by whatever decision you make,” Pat told him. “As I know you will support every decision of mine.”

“Every decision of yours, huh?” Pran’s eyebrow twitched and he looked up at Pat. “Why, what did you have in mind?”

Pat hummed, pretending to deliberate as he scratched his chin.

“Oh, I know. I decided I want us to have a second baby,” Pat grinned, bopping Pran’s nose, eyes gleaming with delight.

Pran groaned, shifting their son in his arms. “Pat.”

“I know he’s not out of diapers yet, but wouldn’t it be nice to have a little girl?” Pat pouted.

“You’re ridiculous,” Pran said, but his eyes were shining. “One day. Okay?”

Pat has seen Pran a million different ways. But with Pran in their bed, sleep-bedraggled, and with their child in his arms, he’d never looked more beautiful.

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Okay, so I’ve read several Obey me boys react to a sick MC hc’s/fic but normally MC has a simple cold or fever and after watching the episodes “Suds” from Spongebob, I decided why not amplify that shit? :D (It’s more of a crack, angst, and fluff)

I’d like to request head cannons of the Brothers reacting to a sick!MC BUT they are gravely ill; I’m talking sunken eyes, raspy voice, vomiting after every meal, hella frail, and they just look like walking death. To make matters even scarier, MC’s eye or arm would fall off while they’re trying to calm the panicking bois.

MC: I’m fine, it was just a cough ☺️ *eye falls out* Don’t worry about that 🙂 *puts eye back in*

What makes it hurt even more is that MC’s been overworking themselves with RAD, helping the brothers, and trying to survive the Devildom to not even worry about their health. Literally demons that would ignore/threaten MC became concerned for the new human. It doesn’t help that MC just wants to help others so damn bad. If the illness strains their legs to the point of them being unable to walk, that’s not gonna stop them from physically pulling themselves to where the brothers are to help them, noodle legs and all.

MC:*is on Death’s doorstep but hears the Brothers talk about a problem in the kitchen*

Lucifer: Beel, don’t eat the jar of you can’t open it-*damn near chokes on his tongue when he sees MC dragging their body to the boys and they look even worse than usual*

MC: I can help :D

I’m messed up for such an idea and I understand if you don’t wanna do it or don’t feel comfy with it. Something about seeing these bois become hella protective and worried for MC makes my heart happy 😭

No, I would love to do it, but MC puts her eye back!? Is she a zombie? (Maybe that is a different headcannon/AU for a different day...)

I looked up the Suds (disease) forum on the spongebob wiki and it said it was the cold with extra symptoms. So MC has an extreme cold! One that makes their eyes pop out and their arms fall off... with a dash of "I was born with glass bones and paper skin. Every morning I break my legs, and every afternoon I break my arms, at night I lie awake in agony until my heart attacks put me to sleep."

I am stuck on how to make this a headcannon set, so these are going to blurbs of little interactions the brothers have had with a gravely ill!MC

This was really fun to write and kind of what I needed to day. I hope you enjoy this and let me know if this isn't right so I can fix it!

TW: Mentions broken bones, falling out eyes, and pulling off arms

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Brothers Reactions to a Gravely ill MC

💙 Lucifer and Beel ❤-

Lucifer has been going around the House most of the morning taking care of his Brothers in MC's stead. MC woke up with a terrible pounding in their head and he knew that they just needed to rest by how pale their skin was. Yet it was difficult for him to manage his brothers without them. Especially when it came to Beel and his appetite.

"Beel please do not eat the entire jar of peanut butter."

"But it is faster..."

"No it isn't, you just think it is-"

Lucifer stops his scolding as he hears smacking coming from the hallway. Both brothers look toward each other before slowly approaching the doorway.

There, pulling themselves by their hands across the dirty floor is MC. Their legs are twisted in a painful way behind them.

Immediately the pair run over with Beel picking them up in his arms and Lucifer inspecting their legs confusedly.

"MC, how did you do this?" Beels voice is lace with concern.

"Oh. I rolled off my bed and they ended up like that. I wanted to come and see how you were doing!" A smile fills their face as they stare at the two perplexed demons.

"Is there a way to fix something like this?" Lucifer face is filled with confusion.

"Oh yeah! Beel, set me down in the chair." The two brothers then watch as MC snaps their kneecaps back into place before beginning to giggle and swing their legs.

"See! All better! They are still a little too weak for me to walk though."

The two glance at each other completely disturbed.

Lucifer swallows the lump in his throat and eventually speaks up, "I didn't know human illnesses were so... brutal."

💚 Satan, Levi 🧡 and Belphie 💜 -

Satan, Levi, and Belphie were given some very important jobs. They were told to feed the sick human, give them medicine, and make them sleep. They were also supposed to help the human stay comfortable so there wouldn't be any incidents like this morning.

"Let me fix your pillow, MC" Satan reaches around gently fluffing it while they lean forward.

"You guys are so sweet, but you really don't have to do this. I am fine! Seriously!"

"I'm not so sure about that..." Levi as WI concern as he hold up a spoonful of soup to MC's mouth.

MC opens their mouth and hums in satisfaction as they taste it.

"Lucifer said there were some... complications... this morning and you need to be watched over. So we are here if you need anything." Belphie's voice is soft sleep as he speaks. His head rests on MC's lap as they card their fingers through his hair.

"Whatever you- Achoo!" As MC sneezes their hands cup in front of their face. When they remove them their eyeball sits in their hands.

The shock of the sneeze wakes Belphie and he sits up.

"AHHHH" Levi jumps back dropping the soup on the ground.

"What are you screaming about Levia-" Satan looks to Levi to see him pointing at MC's hands when he looks down he sees their eye staring back at him and he pales.

"Ugh, I got hair on it again." MC begins to pull off a hair as Belphie finishes rubbing his eyes and sees for himself what the commotion is about.

"Oh no. MC, I don't think this is normal." Belphie's voice is soft as he looks to MC's face.

"No, it's fine. See." MC then proceeds to pop their eye back in and the three watch in horror as it spins around until the iris is facing forward once again. All the while MC is smiling.

"This can't be a normal human disease." Levi says as he holds himself back from vomiting.

💛 Mammon and Asmo 💖 -

Asmo had offered to take care of all of MC's hygiene needs while they got better. He had thought it would be some good alone time with them. Sadly, he was interrupted when Mammon had insisted on helping bathe MC. Now MC sits in a warm bubble bath and Mammon and Asmo sit on the rim of the tub helping scrub MC arm and hair respectively.

"You both are so sweet for doing this. I would have been fine taking a shower after I got better." MC smiles quickly at Mammon and then up towards Asmo.

"Well I couldn't have you sitting in your own filth! Even though you look amazing all the time, a nice bath can relax your aching bone and make you feel better." Asmo has a chipper tone as he grabs some water from the bathtub to rinse out the shampoo.

"Yeah. Besides I couldn't have Asmo here doing it by himself. I didn't want him takin' advantage of ya in this state." Mammon grumbled as he gently tugged on MC's arm while scrubbing.

"I would never take advantage of them, Mammon. I am not some scumbag like you." Asmo's voice got louder as he began to scrub harder.

"I ain't no scumbag! Tell him MC!" As he speaks he tugs a little harder and the pair he a tear as MC's arm comes off at the shoulder. MC winces at the sound.

"Mammon, what did you do to my precious MC!?" Asmo clings to MC's head trying to pull them as far away from Mammon as possible.

"Nothing! I wasn't pulling that hard! Was I MC? I thought I was being gentle?!" Mammon's voice is frantic as he still holds MC's arm.

MC snatches the arm back before saying, "Calm down. Both of you. It's fine."

With a loud popping sound MC pushes their shoulder back into place. They sigh in relief and swing their arm to make sure the limb still works.

"There we go. You don't know how cold your shoulder bone gets without an arm attached to it."

MC then ducks their head below the water rinsing the rest of the shampoo out. While the two demons sit there completely dazed.

So that is what Lucifer tried to warn them about.

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Either 27 (fluff) or 17 (general) for Cameron? Whichever you think fits best, sorry I couldn't choose lol.

"Are you blushing?" and "Are you jealous?" for Cameron.

Early relationship and M!Cameron. Also, AU where MC's university experience doesn't immediately go to shit.

This probably got way too long so I broke it up some, read the rest under the cut.

The university cafeteria is packed as always. You're certain it looks the same as most like it around the country except this one...well, one table is full of Nephilim lounging with their wings out and another has Basilisks partaking in a venom shooting competition.

Maybe it's a bit unique.

You're sat in the back corner with your laptop propped open, a document on magical politics open on one side of the screen. Your homework for Advanced Lightning Manipulation occupies the other side, though it's more doodles than any actual work so far.

You absentmindedly begin to pick at your sandwich when-

"Hells!" You jump, feeling a hand on your shoulder.

You twist around to see none other than Cameron with his hands up in surrender, smiling sheepishly. You also notice that all eyes are now on your previously secluded corner, and the whispers are already beginning.

They say kids are vicious, and you can attest to that better than anyone. Everybody always fails to mention that a shit ton of young adults crammed into a cafeteria can feel like facing down a pack of hyenas, though. They thrive on gossip, and what's juicier than a fling between the Chosen One and the Unchosen One?

Nothing. Nothing is the answer. Or it appears to be, at least, when every pair of eyes follow you both around every corner. You had just started to fade into obscurity, then Cameron had to come along and fuck it all up.

Again.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." He says, keeping his voice down and out of range of prying ears.

"I wasn't scared." You huff, pushing your plate away.

You had already lost your appetite.

"It's no good?" His nose scrunches sympathetically as he sits beside you, "If you want, we can go grab dinner-"

"I don't have any money." You interrupt him, "Besides, it's fine. I'll take it back to my dorm."

"It probably tastes like cardboard." He jokes, but you see the way his eyes dart around, making sure no one approaches.

"Maybe, but it's food." You shrug, "I need to finish this anyway."

You nod at your assignment and his eyes light up when he recognizes it, "For Professor Karlin's class, right? I'm in another section of it, and the assignment is super easy. I can help if you want?"

You almost snap, say no and tell him to get lost. It's your gut instinct when it comes to Cameron; just get him to leave you the hell alone. Except you don't really want that anymore.

Which is the absolute weirdest feeling ever, to want Cameron Fletcher around. Theo would be laughing his ass off at you right now, and you're sure Viktor would give you his patented disappointed eyebrows.

"If you want." You say instead, still stiff but slowly relaxing as people grow bored of your apparently normal conversation.

If they wanted to see you throw a glass of Sprite in Cameron's face, they're about six months too late.

He twiddles his thumbs for a bit as you work, occasionally piping up in assistance, but his nervous energy is overwhelming.

"Is there something you're wanting to talk about?" You say, pretending to be uninterested as you read the same question five times over to look busy.

"Oh." He startles, "Um. Yes, actually."

It's silent for a moment, so you continue to prompt him, "About?"

"Um, this weekend." He glances down at his hands, "A bunch of the freshmen are going to Inferno."

You know Inferno well. Every supernatural person with even a slight social life in New York knows Inferno well. It's the only club around town that's hidden from mortal eyes; you have to be supernatural to get in...and twenty-one.

"Most of them aren't even old enough." You say, "They get fakes?"

"Yeah. Apparently, Theo knows someone." His face sours as he says his name, "That's actually what I wanted to ask you about."

"What? Inferno?" You raise an eyebrow, "I'm not going, if that's what you're wondering."

He gets what you're saying without you having to actually say it. You might enjoy parties or clubbing, getting a fake ID, living it up with friends.

You'll never know, though.

Your presence is like a sedative to any social gathering you attend. Usually, things just end up awkward and you leave early to go home and cry in the shower. At worst, someone mentions your reputation that so often proceeds you and you have to beat off a panic attack with a stick.

"I know." He says quickly, "I'm not asking you to go. I was actually going to suggest a movie night."

"Movie night?" You say, more than a little shocked, "You're that nervous about suggesting a movie night?"

"No." He twists the edge of his shirt between his hands and you almost feel sorry for the cotton, "I was going to ask if anyone else asked you to go?"

You blink at him, incredulous for a moment, "Cam, who the hell would ever ask me out?"

He frowns momentarily, "Off-topic, but you're a catch."

"I'm a walking bad luck charm." You scoff, "The question remains."

"I overheard Theo and Penelope talking in Alchemy." He explains, "Apparently they were both going to ask you to go."

His face lights up like a stoplight, the dark flush hard to spot against his tan but certainly there.

"Are you blushing?" You ask, eyes wide, "Cameron-"

"I just wanted to know if they did ask you." He frowns.

"They know we're...a thing." You say, unable to call it dating, "They knew you were listening and wanted to fuck with you."

His mouth drops open slightly before he closes it, lips pursed. He doesn't say anything for a moment, leading you to draw your own conclusions.

"Hold on, are you jealous?" You question, "Why would you be jealous?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" He responds, catching you off guard, "Barely a year ago you couldn't tolerate me and everyone thought you and Theo were already dating."

"So?" You ask, "I never dated Theo. I've never wanted to date Theo. And, don't get me wrong, Penelope is gorgeous-"

"You're not helping."

"Like, drop-dead stunning-"

"Now you're just being an asshole."

"I would totally let her step on me kind of hot-"

Cameron groans and you finally take mercy on him.

"But she hasn't asked me either." You confirm, "As of now, I have movie plans with this annoying kid I used to go to school with."

He smiles hesitantly, "If they did ask you, would you rather go with one of them? I mean, I guess I'd understand."

Your brows furrow, studying the weight of the words before you respond, "If I wanted to be with someone else, I would. I want to be with you, though, so that's where I am."

He grins now, a full-on beam of sunshine glowing on his face, "I want to be with you, too."

"I hope so." You say, "I spent a lot of time convincing Viktor and Theo not to break your kneecaps. I'd hate to have that hard work go to waste."

He just sighs in response.

#disenchantedif #cameron fletcher #short story

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earnestly-endlessly · 3 years

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hey!! Your fic recommendations are always elite–I was wondering if you had any kid fics, thank you <3

Hi anon. I have plenty of kid fics for you. Since you didn't quite specify what kind of kid fic you wanted I decided to divide it into fics where Charles and Erik are kids or get deaged and fics that involve kids. This is kind of a long list so I hope that there are plenty of new fics for you to read.

Cherik Kid Fic

--They are kids or get deaged--

Conspiracy of Kisses - Alaceron

Summary: Seven-year-old Erik needs to keep his telepathic best friend Charles from finding out that he wants to kiss him. But that's okay, because he has a plan - he'll put on a tinfoil hat.

Chasing After You - Alaceron

Summary: Charles isn't very good at tag. Erik helps

We’ll be the sum - afrocurl, ninemoons42

Summary: In between bouts of blanket burrito-ing and vegging out on movies, Charles and Erik figure out how they currently feel about each other.

Of course, they're schoolboys and they're on a sleepover and also Edie dotes on them both excessively, so things work out just fine.

Growing pains - ikeracity

Summary: Twelve-year-old Erik Lehnsherr is an angry, closed-off foster kid with trust issues and a bad temper. Ten-year-old Charles Xavier is a lonely kid in boarding school who just wants a friend.

Logan pretends he doesn't think they're both fucking adorable.

Valentine’s day – ikeracity

Summary: Kid fic! Erik waits impatiently all day at school to give Charles a card for Valentine's Day. Maybe Charles has something for him too...?

Now You Know You Know it Now – luninosity

Summary: Erik’s not sure why he keeps glancing at the other boy. Not as if Erik likes other kids, or other people in general, for that matter. But still—he finds himself looking. Again.

This Family Comes with Batteries - Fishwrites, lynneh

Summary: An orphaned Charles Xavier goes to live with his Godfather: Tony Stark. This story is a tale of what would have happened to the events of MCU, if Tony was raising a six year old telepath in Stark Tower. There is also the matter of Charles' robot AI manny/bodyguard/tutor/only-friend, David.

You’re Not Doing This Alone – flightinflame, Lynds

Summary: What's meant to be a simple recruitment mission leads to both Erik and Charles being de-aged back to thirteen years old. Terrified and out of their depth, the boys try to hide their situation and help each other until they can work out what is going on.

Charles Xavier, A Retelling – Extra_fried_noodles

Summary: An attempt to reverse his paralysis goes wrong, and Charles is de-aged into a 2 year old toddler. While Hank scrambles to fix the situation, the whole gang is here to help. Through a mix of selective memory, they watch Charles relive his childhood, revealing some deeply hidden and painful truths.

Protective Instinct – Groovyhornbill

Summary: Charles and Erik were testing Cerebro’s new prototype when things went very wrong.

Divergence – Lynds

Summary: Universes and timelines collide, dropping two younger versions of Charles Xavier into the midst of the hunt for Sebastian Shaw. Now the newly formed X-men have to deal with a strangely quiet and self-reliant six year old, and a sixteen year old covered in bruises.

Erik, in particular, has to accept that the man he loves hasn't had the kind, happy upbringing he wished for him. But these children are here now, and Erik's not going to let anyone hurt them this time.

--Where they have kids--

Sink or Swim – endingthemes

Summary: Erik is a struggling single dad of three kids with a burning hatred for Sebastian Shaw, the man who wronged him years ago. He’s tried to move on with his life, but a run-in with Shaw’s rude, spoiled omega, Charles, drags up old anger. When Charles ends up in the hospital after an accident, Erik goes to confront him only to find that Charles has amnesia. In the confusion, Charles mistakenly assumes that Erik is his mate.

Erik knows he should clear up the misunderstanding, but how can he pass up this perfect chance for a little revenge?

(An Overboard AU)

Rumor Has It - blueink3

Summary: "Did I hear the doorbell earlier?"

"Yeah, but I'd steer clear if I were you. It seemed a little tense. I don't know what's going on, but there's a kid out there who looks freakily like the prof."

Nearly six months after Cuba, Charles' life is turned upside down for the second time. Though he's slowly learning to adapt to the first, he's not sure he can handle the second. Luckily for him, there are a few people out there more than willing to help.

Words and Pictures – pocky_slash

Summary: When Lorna's powers manifest early, Charles Xavier's mutant picture books are the perfect teaching tool. Erik just hadn't expected the author to be so young. Or attractive. Or available.

Write this number down (you can call it anytime) – pocky_slash

Summary: When Erik upsets his children, they have a habit of running away from home--and straight to Charles' school for cookies and consolation. Charles doesn't mind the visitors, but as they appear more and more frequently, he realizes that sooner or later, he and Erik are going to have to talk about what happened on the beach and what it means for their future and the future of Erik's children.

Dress Your Family in Plaid and Skinny Jeans – cygnaut

Summary: Erik and Charles meet at the mutant playgroup/parenting support circle and they instantly hit it off. And so do their kids, Lorna and David.

Not What I was Expecting (So Much Better) – lazulisong

Summary: Erik, the single father, hires Charles, the grad student with the slightly shady past, to be his manny.

Heli Cases – Black_Betty

Summary: "Heli Cases" is a program on PBS whose aim is to educate on the rapidly increasing occurrence of genetic mutation in the general populous by breaking the complex science down into palatable, easy to digest pieces.

It is also the only thing that helps Erik get his fussy daughter to fall asleep.

(Featuring Dadneto, baby Lorna and the struggles of single fatherhood, and Charles as the host of a late night show about genetics.)

Doing Something for Yourself – Pookaseraph

Summary: Erik is a hard working engineer and single dad, Charles runs a local Community Center where Wanda and Pietro spend their time after school. Erik accidentally makes Charles' acquaintance one Wednesday evening when he's running late from work. Erik has no idea if he stands a chance with his new acquaintance, but that isn't going to keep him from falling for the guy.

A Good Dad – listerinezero

Summary: Ten years later, Magneto has left the Brotherhood and Raven asks Charles to help her find him. Charles discovers that Erik is the single father of five year old twins Wanda and Pietro, and he is doing everything he can to keep them safe from his former enemies.

Take a Chance (On Me) – Ook

Summary: In which Charles, terrorised by his abusive ex, takes his young son to a small town in America, where they both settle down and make friends with their neighbours. Particularly the town mechanic, Erik, and his foster son, Alex. Requester stated they wanted to "drown in H/C. "

Can’t Buy Me Love – niniblack

Summary: Erik's a single dad struggling to make it work and nab the promotion he's been waiting for. The last thing he needs is to get involved with politician and notorious playboy Charles Xavier.

(The Maid in Manhattan pastiche that no one asked for.)

Ohana – royal_chandler

Summary: Erik's children are absolute hellions. If by hellions, one means children who are incredibly protective of their new family unit and won't let a few household mishaps get in the way of keeping it together.

One Second and a Million Miles – magneto

Summary: Between being a parent to the best baby in the history of man-kind and co-running a Mutant Center in Hell's Kitchen, Erik Lehnsherr has his hands pretty full. Too full, certainly for romance; something that has never really been on his radar to begin with.

All that changes, however, when he meets Dr. Charles Xavier. Handsome, intelligent, capable, kind, an Omega level telepath, and one of the best pediatricians in the state, he's everything Erik didn't know he was looking for. But he's also Lorna's pediatrician which means, of course, he's off-limits. Except how is Erik supposed to try and forget his crush when he and Charles keep running into each other as if fate is trying to tell them something? When, as Charles says, they seem to want the same thing?

Her Only Mutations Were Her Blue Eyes and Her Auburn Hair – Pookaseraph

Summary: While sneaking back out of Russia, Erik and Charles stumble across Anya, Erik's presumed dead daughter, and it changes quite a few little things along the way. Fluffy, self-indulgent, fix-it.

Despicably Yours – Cesare, veryorangecat

Summary: Erik Lehnsherr, AKA Magneto, is a supervillain without equal... except maybe one: Charles Xavier, AKA Professor X, AKA Erik's next door neighbor. When their competition heats up, Erik decides the only way to get ahead is to adopt four mutant orphans to infiltrate Charles's mansion.

Things don't go as planned.

The Wrong Impression – Rosawyn

Summary: Charles is trying to balance the responsibilities of his career with his responsibilities as a single father to a tiny baby. It's not something he ever thought he'd have to do, and it's not as easy as those women on the internet make it look! He does't have much of a social life (unless talking to his sister on the phone and attending a parents' class where he's the only guy count), and he doesn't even have time to think of dating. He's just trying to keep his job - and keep his son fed and healthy.

Marrying a Mob – Ook

Summary: Charles is a teacher at a very exclusive school. When armed men burst in on the trail of two children, of course he stands up to them and gets hurt. The children are Erik Lehnsherr's children (of course); a "prominent businessman" or, less politely, "mobster".

Erik is grateful to Charles for saving his children's lives at the cost of his kneecap. So very grateful.

Naturally he tries to reward Charles for his actions. Equally naturally, Charles will be having none of that.

Azazel finds the whole thing unspeakably hilarious. Naturally.

#cherik #cherik fic recs #fic recs #asks #earnestly answers #kid fic #long post

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crybabyddl · 3 years

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I WOULD VERY MUCH LIKE TO REITERATE SOMETHING

Yes, let’s circle back to the beautiful performance of Edge of Great. More specifically the BODY LANGUAGE, particularly Julie and Luke’s, which I will be analyzing with gifs.

Exhibit A

Jealous Luke looks over at Julie and Reggie vibing

Julie is aware that she’s avoiding Luke, which she is doing so bc she realized her feelings for him thanks to Flynn earlier in the episode.

Since Julie has put the task of ignoring Luke upon herself even though she has no obligation to, she ends up failing her own mission. She sees Luke’s reaction to the lack of her attention.

She literally FREEZES. She’s emotionally worried to confront what she’s feeling and it’s beginning to manifest physically.

Exhibit B

It gets better y’all. After Luke finally has even a crumb of Julie’s attention, he beckons her over with his signature head tilt. This is important bc he did this with his longtime bandmate during the soundcheck of what would’ve been their biggest performance. If he feels comfortable enough using that body language with a girl he’s only known for, what, a week and a half(?) then you know this puppy boy’s got it BAD.

Julie is well aware that Luke is getting jealous. But in classic Julie fashion, she will try to tune it out instead of addressing it. Our wicked beauty doesn’t like confrontation and would rather just deny and avoid than potentially make things awkward, especially when she knows Luke would ask her about it at a later time.

The look on Julie’s face. Her eyes widen and the classic tight-lipped awkward smile is present. She’s literally saying “ok enough of that let’s get back to work doo doo doo” with her face. The way her body SWINGS back into performance mode as she faces the audience again. It may have been a split second, but when you’re deliberately trying to avoid looking into the dreamy (dead) eyes of someone you shouldn’t be crushing on, any amount of time feels too long. Plus, she knows Flynn is watching and doesn’t want her to lecture her (but she does anyway bc Flynn is observant and knows her bestie too well to let any action slip past her).

Exhibit C

Keep in mind; NONE OF THE GUYS KNOW WHY JULIE IS AVOIDING LUKE. Flynn, Alex, and Reggie have noticed the Juke chemistry, but it’s still too soon for them to get past the “we like each other but we’re too clueless to notice that we reciprocate” phase, so even though their respective besties know, they are still denying. Besides, Reg, Alex, and Flynn know better than to keep pestering if they want to keep their kneecaps. In reality they’re both smart enough to tell by this point, but for the sake of the plot and to make everything more adorably frustrating, Flynn has the collective brain cell under lock and key, leaving Juke to be like *dog tilting its head and making that “a-roo?” noise*

Anyway, Reggie notices Luke being snubbed after realizing that his extra dose of Julie time was slightly out of the ordinary. Luke is clearly concerned (look at his eyebrows and how his eyes travel from Reggie, to Julie, then to the audience to trying and get his mind off it and bring his focus back to the main goal; the performance.) If he can’t have the moment of connection with Julie that he so desperately craves, he’s gonna fill that void as best he can by connecting with the audience. >:’)

But Reggie’s trying to help Luke brush it off by conveying his reaction as ‘look at julie coming into her own! i told you she was a star! and you thought you were the lead singer? think again buddy this girl’s got you beat!’

But since Reggie isnt a master at hiding his feelings yet, especially around Luke, —who was able to get under his skin earlier (“girls, am i right?”)—Luke was easily able to see through that and interpreted what Reggie was saying as “look at julie go, she all in the zone. you’re literally making heart eyes at her get a grip you’re slacking lmao” (hence luke’s right eyebrow quirking at reggie like ‘dude seriously gimme a break u know i need attention like tinkerbell’) even though Reggie’s true message was a bit less harsh and more lovingly teasing, but it’s Luke, he sees things through his eyes and at his intensity, regardless of who it’s coming from. (This is one of the reasons why Luke comes off as selfish at times.)

Exhibit D

Poor Lukey boi can’t seem to catch a break today! Not only does Julie ignore him, then has a cute lil (platonic but it’s luke so it still makes him jealous >:P) moment, but now she has the AUDACITY to interact with Alex? The guy who was out learning Ghost 101 with this Willie guy instead of rehearsing with the band? What gives?! What’s he got that your moody ghost bf doesn’t? >:’(

He literally just watches, and even glances back in a way that, to me, screams ‘did i see that right? did i just see what i just saw with my own dreamy (but dead) eyes? say sike rn.’ \_(*_*)_/

Meanwhile, Alex pays no mind. I like to think that Alex is fully aware that Luke is an angry boy rn, but has learned to ignore it, especially this bc literally NOTHING happened. Either that or Alex has no clue and just truly thinks nothing of it and is having too much fun to think about Luke’s moody and childish behavior. Either way, Alex is just straight chilling and we love to see it *^_^*

Notice how Reggie is right there vibing with Julie and Alex. Luke feels a bit betrayed like ‘not you too! i know you were the first to turn on me but i figured since you’re such a golden retriever you’d be loyal and come back to my side!😠🥲’

Also; Luke approaches the rest of the group, wanting to be included in at least SOME of the vibing, but when Julie starts dancing and smiling with her buddy Alex, he backs up like

“you know what? nope. nevermind. not doin’ it.”

and the group’s like “i mean hey it’s your loss, but luke we want you to-”

“no, bc you chose to piss me off right in front of my face so no luke time for any of you! no cuddles, no hugs, no nothing! you made your bed, now lie in it and perish.”

Exhibit E & F: This is where it gets a bit interesting and theorized hehe...

Now we all know that this moment is just fucking ICONIC

WEOWH NEOW NEOW!!! WEOW NEHR NEHR NER-NER-NER NEHR NEHR NEOWHR!!! (wer nehr-nehr-ner-ner-nehr-nehr!!) WUEHNER-NEUHNER-NEHR-NEEOW-NEOWH! DLOOLOODDUH-DOODLAH-HOOBLUEH-NEOWHR-NEUEHR-NEEEEEEUOWRH!!!!

But hear me out– HEAR ME OUT!

What if... now don’t shoot the messenger who just so happens to also be the theorist... but what if...

WHAT IF!!! Luke didn’t!! plan this?!!!

Listen i know you’re probably thinking:

“Well uh Nicole, isn’t that kinda the whole point? It literally wasn’t planned until Charlie realized Madi was gonna be standing on the piano so he suggested the idea for the guitar solo to Kenny.”

And you’re right! But here’s the kicker:

What if Luke THE CHARACTER, just decided to do this as an “Alright that’s it! You wanna be like that? Well what if I just hit you with my super awesome radical totally cool wowza guitar skills & make a moment between us? Huh? What do you think about that? Hmm? HMMM???!!!”

He licks his lips & that to me read** like he was nervous (**read rhyming with bed just to clarify) so that means it could’ve been a spontaneous, spur-of-the-moment thing.

In the second gif, you can see that Julie’s head is tilted, as if she’s a bit confused, but she’s also delightfully surprised.

Julie is quick to smile and scrunch her nose at Luke, something she does often. It tells Luke his impulsive action garnered a positive response from his favorite girl. Julie also starts to shake her head, but doesn’t go through the motion in full, which means she’s still a bit nervous to let her guard down. This is probably because she doesn’t know what he’s thinking or what he will do next. The lopsided smile mixed with the suave, gliding steps towards her probably brought her back to her daydream lol.

Luke’s happy bc Julie’s no longer ignoring him. He smiles like a GOOBER bc this chump is simping HARD for our Julie. So cute! :’)

Exhibit G

And hear me when I offer this:

What if Luke poofed the guys out???

I know, I know. It’s a bold claim to make. But the boys are special, considering they are a threat to Caleb (3 gay-variant himbos vs. a gay magician that could’ve been on broadway but decided to make some sort of deal with a devil so he just entertains capitalists who most likely sold their souls to get into the hgc which i will probably elaborate on in a future theory so dont do that bc im gonna lmao idc we all have big brains) So it’s not too crazy to think that they could share some ghost powers.

We know Caleb transported the guys during You Got Nothing to Lose. And the guys have left a place at the exact same time on more than one occasion.

And you may be thinking “well what if the guys poofed out to give juke a moment alone together?” And to that I say...

Look at Reggie. He isn’t looking back at Alex like “dude let’s give them some space.”

The timing of him turning around, at least to me, makes me think Reggie was surprised by Luke approaching the piano. (But also he lowkey was waiting for Luke to prove him wrong by doing something to get Julie’s attention so Reggie isn’t mad. Neither is Alex but he doesn’t like being told how or WHEN to ghost) Luke doesn’t even give his bandmates a warning eyebrow quirk, a hand signal, nothing. Reggie turns to Alex like ‘dude what is he DOING?’ And before he can even really convey that, they go *POOF*

This man had a plan and he was gonna do it, so he did. Whether it’s the power of love, they stopped performing, or Reggie and Alex actually poofed out, the odds worked in Luke’s favor so he and Julie could have a super special moment, a moment special enough to make an actual living person (Nick) wonder if a “hologram” has a better chance at connecting with Julie than he does.

Again, regardless of who made them poof or how they poofed, they mf poofed so Luke’s a happy hamster. (Idk it just sounded fitting instead of happy camper lol wait what if someone had 3 pet hamsters and named them alex reggie and luke🥺 someone buy some hamsters and let me be their godmother or their aunt and i’ll love them from afar.) Anyway, Luke’s thriving, flourishing, his crops are going to grow in time for the harvest.

You can see Julie lean back as she turns to see Luke. It’s... almost as if... She. Wasn’t. Expecting. Him. To. Be. There..??

Honey badger Luke bc he DGAF <|:) Bitch, it’s Luke mf Patterson and he’s gonna,, GET! IN! YOUR! FAAAACE!!!

You CANNOT tell me he’s not doing the absolute MOST to try and seduce Miss Juliana Mariposa Rose Molina.

Yes I’m making a headcanon that Julie has TWO middle names and that one of them is the spanish word for butterfly and that the other is her mother’s name. Also yes, I believe (i believe that we’re just one dream away from who we’re– oh, that’s not what we’re doing? okay, sorry!) that Juliana is Julie’s full name.

In this house we love and respect Juliana Mariposa (Dahlia)** Rose Molina

**I’m just putting Dahlia there for fun bc I can. :) Whether I’d consider it a possible middle name of hers depends. Anyway I just thought it was a cute thing to add bc it goes along with the other middle names I gave her *^_^* Also, I feel like I made a post giving a bunch of the characters middle names lemme see if I can find it later)

Ok i’m done this took me basically all day from like 10am until 4:08. I obviously took breaks in between, but not long ones...😶

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byulsgrease · 3 years

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as you wish

some good ol’ party fun.

(moonbyul x fem reader, ~1.2k words, original req here)

a/n: been a while since I last wrote/posted an nsfw (just checked and it’s been almost a month exactly), I feel very rusty 💀 fun to write after that break tho!

cw: smut (fingering, choking mention, exhibitionism), dubcon (alcohol) - consent is key, you can’t really consent under the influence, etc. you get my drift. minors dni as always

This may as well be college all over again. But maybe with better beer. The room lights are out, save for a couple color-cycling LED strips on the walls. Soju bottles of every flavor imaginable cover nearly every open table surface at varying degrees of fullness, interspersed with empty Yakult bottles and discarded red foil wrappers. The blasting music oscillates between American top 40 and latest comeback releases, you have no clue who's managing the Spotify queue.

You're chilling out with Byulyi, sitting with your back up against the arm of the sofa as she sits facing forward with beer can in hand, her thighs covered by your knees. Both of you are relatively laid back drinkers, choosing to sit out from the random play dance that ensues every time a song comes on. You laugh together, thankful both of you have high tolerance while watching Yongsun stumble over herself on one side of the room (with Chorong at her side to steady her), Wheein and Hyejin breaking it down on the make-shift carpeted dance floor. There are others here you recognize too, although names and faces have begun muddling together in your mind, trying to think through your tipsy haze.

Byul intermittently sips her beer while lazily tracing circles over your kneecaps with her free hand, fingers trailing through the fallen condensation droplets atop them. It’s a bit of relief from the heat of the room and deep warmth from the alcohol. You’re probably a little farther gone than her, but not by much.

You lean onto her, cheek squishing into her shoulder. Her lips bump the top of your head for a kiss and she watches you instinctively turn your chin up to her, eyes pleading for a real one. Byul happily obliges, smirking against your lips when you recoil at the shock at the temperature differential created by the can. Normally you'd be the one reeling in her pda, but you’re just feeling a bit more forward tonight than usual.

Everyone at this party knows the both of you to some degree, and at minimum knows you’re together. The coolness of her lips on yours have you chasing after them, sitting up for real to press your body in closer. Normally you’d be the last person to want to kiss in public, and even less so in front of her friends, but something tonight makes you absolutely not care, whether for the alcohol or just the atmosphere. Or maybe just her?

Your fingertips approach the collar of her shirt and press in, earning you all but a groan as tingles shoot up Byul’s back, wishing your hands were just a little higher to press in a little harder. Too bad public choking's considered indecent. Setting her beer can on the arm of the couch behind you, her hands find your thighs, fingers slowly but surely working their way up. You've got a long cardigan on that drapes over your sides, thankfully long enough to more or less block out the fact that she's well on her way to passing beneath the hem of your pleated skirt.

"What are you doing?" you murmur with a smile against her lips, encircling one of her wrists with the fingers of your free hand. There's a cautionary urgency in your voice, but not enough to actually make her stop— you don't want her to.

She moves her head to the side, pressing cold-lipped kisses up your jawline. The air she blows across your ear when she gets to it sends a shiver throughout your entire body as she replies to your question—“Just having my own fun.” Good enough for you, so you bend a knee to slide your leg behind her back, now basically straddling her body from the side. You go back to kissing her again and truly, you could probably just do this all night.

Her hands continue their original task, teasingly working their way up your thighs. It’s already hot amidst the dancing people and poor apartment ventilation, but the room suddenly feels 10 degrees warmer at the prospect of being caught, but at minimum her members probably already knew what was going on if they’d taken the chance to look over.

Byul hooks her pointer finger into where your panties meet the crease of your leg, tugging the now-wet fabric away from your body and brushing the skin underneath with her knuckle.

“If you’re really doing this here, don’t you wanna go a little faster?” you hiss. There’s already sweat beading on the back of your neck in anticipation.

“Be careful what you wish for,” she warns cunningly before surprisingly obliging your request, pushing your underwear aside with her ring and pinky fingers to press her thumb to your clit. You press your lips together to avoid the audible moan that’s about to escape you, instead letting a forced breath out of your nose. “Oh c’mon, you can open your mouth for me, can’t you?” she coos.

It’s almost easier to forget there are other people around and just lose yourself in her hands, but even your tipsy mind knows better than to make a total fool of yourself. You just press your lips into her ear and whimper quietly under her touch, the sound deafening to her. It affects her more than she’d ever willingly admit, but hey, this is about you.

When she finally sinks a couple fingers into you with absolute ease, your teeth dig into her lower lip. She chuckles gloatingly through her nose at how obviously worked up you are, taunting you sweetly with a whisper. As much as you want to, you resist throwing your head back in pleasure to mitigate the risk of someone catching onto what’s happening. Instead you just focus on keeping your lips connected and bodies close, your sounds drowned out by the music but just loud enough for her. She presses a thumb to your clit, stroking down while simultaneously curling the fingers she already has inside of you.

She continues like this for a while, knowing full well what makes you absolutely fall apart at her touch. Your pants pitching higher and more ragged in her ear signal how close you are, and just before you’re about to cum she pulls her hand out from under you completely, drying her finger on the underside of your skirt’s folds.

“Ww–what? Why?” you stammer at the sudden loss of contact.

“You just asked me to go faster. Who said that meant you had to finish?” she responds with that sarcastic questioning look. “Good luck with the mess you’ve got going on down there,” waving her hand in the general vicinity of your skirt with a smirk on her face, prepping to get up off the couch.

She’s not leaving you in this state. Or rather, you’re not going to let her. You aggressively clutch her hand in yours and drag her by the arm, leading her toward the nearest empty bedroom to finish what she started.

“Get a room!” Hyejin shouts slurred as you march by. Wheein nods aggressively in agreement beside her and you can’t help but laugh in the face of your nervousness and play along, wondering if they’re just poking their usual fun or if they know what you were actually up to that entire time.

“Your wish is our command!” you holler back in her direction with a wink, whisking Byul into the open bedroom and swinging the door shut to make her finish what she started.

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i-cant-sing · 3 years

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You said you go feral for Yan! Erasermic (me too), so what about them with a darling with a disability/chronic pain like EDS or arthritis where some days, like after a particularly long day on their feet or a cold or rainy day, they can barely move because of the resulting strain on their joints? (Maybe a little bit of self projection in this one oops)

Pain: Yandere! Erasermic

(wow what a unique title. Everyone give 1 clap for me)

Hey, thank you so much for requesting. I'm so glad you all liked my previous Erasermic post. I still have another Erasermic request and 2 others. So idk what self projection is but I tried to do it after looking it up. If I didn't hit the mark, please do tell me so I know what it is for future posts. Also, I read up a bit on EDS for this one. Hope you enjoy! :)

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Yandere! Erasermic:

Once again, one of the best yanderes to be with.

They have read about your condition, consulted various doctors. They probably know more about it than you do, and you were born with it.

Speaking of doctors, they'll get you the best treatment available. The medicine cabinet is full of expensive drugs, legal and illegal ones too if they help you with the pain. Who's going to do a drug bust on the nations top pro heroes?

And while medicines are effective, they do have side effects as well. Which is why Hizashi will also be looking up all sorts herbal medicines. Often giving you his homemade special herbal mixed teas.

Aizawa wouldn't let you out of bed, insisting you rest. He'll often either use his scarf or put a weighted blanket on you, just to ensure you wouldn't get out of bed. He'll either get you things you need or pick you up and take you wherever you have to go.

During winters, they will be super reluctant to let you out of the house. They know what the cold does to your joints. If you absolutely do have to go, they'll go with you in a heated car, and you're wrapped up in layers, almost making you suffocate in them. Even during other seasons, if there is even a light breeze, they will quickly get you their coat or jackets or better yet, you all cuddle up to share the body heat.

Massages and cuddles. Big time. You'll always be between them, Aizawa towards your back, rubbing your lower back to release the knots in your back, and Hizashi in front of you, showering you in kisses.

They're always so gentle with you, both in and out of bed. They know that your skin bruises up easily, so they're always extra careful with their touches.

And while they do know that your disease has you in agony, they can't help but be happy internally. They love how you're dependant on them; even for things you can do yourself, they won't allow you to. And how often you praise them with such beautiful words and thank them with such unforgettable memories.

If you have a job, especially one that makes you leave home, you need to forget about it. They'll be continuously telling you to quit your job; that they are more than happy to provide for you. If you really do love your job, you better not complain about the pain, because once even a whimper escapes your lips, they'll hand in your resignation on your behalf and won't listen to anything you say.

You walked home from the bus stop. A bad decision really, considering you already had a massive headache at work. And now you walked home, and even though the your home wasn't far, your feet were aching badly. You felt like your kneecaps were going to twist out of position any moment. You could've asked Aizawa or Hizashi to drive you home but you didn't want to bother them. After all, they are pro heroes.

Once you finally got home, you were greeted by Hizashi. "Hey dove! You're just in time. I made your favourite today! Why don't you go freshen up! Shou will be home any minute!" You nodded, not even having the energy to speak, and went upstairs to your room. Your head felt like it was going to explode. You sat down on the bed and started massaging your temples to relive some pain. You groaned slightly as your cold hands touched your forehead, your eyes screwed shut. Suddenly, your cold hands were pulled away and were replaced by rough, warm hands. You didn't have to open your eyes to know it was Shouta. He started massaging your head, knowing exactly where to put pressure, finally giving you some relief. "Feeling better?"he asked. You opened your eyes, smiling gratefully at him. "Yeah. Sorry for worrying yo-" He cut you off by pressing a kiss to your forehead. "You didn't. Why didn't you ask me or Hizashi to pick you up?" "I didn't want to bother you guys." You replied. "Nonsense. You know you can ask us for anything." He said, almost sounding like he was admonishing you. He sighed, quickly picking you up and walking towards the bathroom. "Your feet must be killing you too. Let's take a bath first." "But Hizashi already made dinner. We should go eat-"you were interrupted, this time by your other boyfriend. "I can heat it up again. Your muscles must be sore. I'll run a hot bath for us." He said, before plugging in the bathtub and turning on the knob, and pouring in some essential oils and bath salts. "Thank you" you said to both of them. They smiled at you. Once the bath was ready, they helped you out of your clothes before taking off their own. Aizawa helped you into the large to bathtub, your back against his chest as Hizashi sat on the other side of the tub, effectively trapping you between their legs.

Bath time was everyone's favourite time, especially yours. Aizawa would always give a relaxing massage to your shoulders, kissing your forehead with your body pulled flushed against him. Hizashi would rub your feet with such expertise; always managing to get some sinful noises from you. "Tough day at work?" Hizashi asked. You already knew what was coming. "No. I'm fine really. Just a bit tired is all" Shou tutted at you "you know better than to lie to us. Tell us how you're really feeling."he said, his tone turning serious. You sighed, "seriously, I am fine. Just had a small headache. Nothing to worry about." "When it concerns you, everything is worrisome for us. Especially when you hide your pain" Hizashi said, his brows furrowed in genuine concern, making you feel guilty. "You should quit your job." Shou said, kissing your earlobe. "But I don't want to. I really do like my job-" you tried to say but Hizashi cuts you off "yeah. She should just stay at home and rest. Her health is getting worse, you know" "it's really not-" again you were cut off, this time by Aizawa. "I agree. I just don't feel at ease when she's out of the house. I'll talk to her boss tomorrow and explain why she won't be returning home anytime soon." "What? No-" you hated how they talked about you like you weren't even there; this was just the one habit you hated about them. Hizashi nodded this time, running a hand through his hair "yeah. And if you go in person, I'm sure they won't even ask her to put in a 2 weeks notice-" "NO!"Finally, your outburst had got them to pay attention to you. "Hey whats wrong?" Hizashi asked, running a hand over your thigh. "I just- I just don't want to leave my job. I know you guys are only saying this because you love me but I like my job. I like working there. And I know you guys are more than capable of taking care of my expenses as well, but I just hate being dependent on my boyfriends for everything. I am very grateful to both of you, but I don't like being a burden on you guys." You said, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment and your eyes filled with tears. Your headache returned again; you didn't like to argue with them. Sensing your discomfort, Shouta started to rub your temples again, kissing your neck and apologising for distressing you. Hizashi pulled himself towards you and wiped the tears away from your eyes, also apologising. "Oh we are so sorry for making you feel like this. You're not a burden to us. We love doing these things for you princess. We do, believe me." Shou nodded before speaking "of course, its your life. You're going to ultimately make all of your decisions. We're just worried about you. We don't want you to strain yourself, kitten." Now you started to feel bad, "no- no its okay. I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have reacted this way. I know you both love me and care about me a lot. I just hope you understand where I'm coming from." You said to them, your eyelashes heavy with tears. "We know. We know you love us just as much we love you. Let's just forget about this topic and go eat some dinner, yeah?" Hizashi said, before getting out of the tub and helping you out. "Yeah. I am feeling a lot better. Thank you both" you said, kissing them. "Thats good to know. However, I feel like you should take a few days off work. Just to be safe" Aizawa said, handing you both a towel each. "Yeah. I could use a break too. And Shou you should take tomorrow off as well. You need to catch up on some sleep." Hizashi said, helping you into your clothes. You didn't want to argue anymore so you agreed "okay. But only if Shou stays home too." Aizawa kissed your cheek and smiled "sure. Just have to run one errand in the morning and I'll be back before you know it." You nodded before all of you went down to eat, not knowing that the "errand" would be ensuring that you get fired from your job.

Hope you all liked this one! Please do tell me if I did it right. Did I get what you were asking for? Also requests are open! :)

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inwhichiramble · 3 years

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Why Gabriel Agreste Should Have His Kneecaps Stolen

Good grief this dude ~Has *repeatedly* said he wants to rule the world ((in addition to his wish to resurrect Emilie; in fact, it was the first thing he ever said he wanted (Origins) and I really don’t think it was a red herring considering the actions that followed)) ~tried to pawn Ladybug's earrings AND Chat’s ring AS GABRIEL. How did he think that would go??? ~Uses as many as, if not more puns than his son (but they’re much worse) ~Akumatized himself?? Bro is dumb but not an idiot ~BATTED HIS SON OUT OF THE AIR LIKE SOME KIND OF DESPICABLE BABE RUTH WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU ~Does not like being around people (fair) ~Thought that he could make an akumatized baby work ~Knows very well that LB and CN are teens but he's very determined to obliterate them so that's fun ~Wanted to start WORLD WAR 3?? Like come on dude what on earth were you thinking??? ~When he thought Adrien was Chat Noir his response was to DROP HIS SON OFF A BUILDING ~Is extremely abusive like dude honestly ~Isolates and neglects his son for his whole life and then is like "kids should be able to do whatever and yadda yadda yadda" ~The only times he allows Adrien to do something he always has an ulterior motive and it's almost never in Adrien's best interest. Several time Nathalie has to remind him that he has a son. ~Canonically threw a mini temper tantrum when Gigantitan completely ignored him (that was hilarious though) ~Has been saved by LB and CN TWICE as Gabriel, and was literally shown mercy as Hawkmoth despite being their mortal enemy and still did not care ~Has used the pun "revenge is a dish best served cold" at least THREE TIMES. Dude, plz think of something new ~This boi really said "feel the burn" ~Okay but how many times does he go in and out of his lair? I feel like people would start to notice his window opening and closing all the time lol. ~Gabe really backfired with his "let's akumatize a robot" plan, like that was an all time low ~Hawkmoth knows that akumatizing Marienette would be just about the smartest thing he could do as a villain. Obviously he doesn't know the biggest reason that this will work in his favor, but he knows that she would make a very strong supervillain. I'm very worried about this as A) he's right and B) it's probably foreshadowing ~Was about to let Feast eat every single miraculous known to France if he succeeded?? I mean, dude has nerve. ~HE HAS AN AGREEMENT WITH KAGAMI'S MOTHER??? WHAT IS THIS ABOUT??????? ~PRIORITIZES BEING HAWKMOTH OVER BEING A DECENT FATHER AND HUMAN BEING ~Like he says "this is so Adrien can be happy" and blah blah blah but doesn't even tell his son or ask him what he thinks or anything UGH ~Has literally no qualms about any destruction that might be caused by his or his akumas' actions. "no matter the cost" he says ~AS OF THE NEW YORK SPECIAL HE HAS AKUMATIZED MR. RAMIER FIFTY-ONE TIMES ~FIFTY-ONE TIMES ~Honestly dude give the guy a break, how desperate are you??? ~side note was the secret basement and akuma headquarters always in the Agreste Mansion or did he have them installed? How were the builders not suspicious? Who decorated these places? How does he cover up however he got all his butterflies? ~THIS MAN IS LITERALLY STUNTING THE GROWTH OF EVERYONE IN PARIS BECAUSE THEY DON'T LEARN HOW TO DEAL WITH THEIR EMOTIONS Obviously the game is changing as people are more used to akumas and LB's lucky charms are going into circulation, but some people aren't strong enough to fight off akumas! Only THREE PEOPLE have done it (Chloe, Alya, and Nino). Mr. Ramier was akumatized SEVENTY-TWO times and what do you think he learned from that??? NOTHING THAT'S WHAT. Because rather than having the ability to work out their emotions and deal with them accordingly, Parisians get akumatized and then forget everything that happened. They are very emotionally unstable, and we can very clearly see why! And them being weakened works in Hawky's favor. It's disgusting and I really hope everyone in Paris gets therapy or something. ~He flung a random teenager (Fei) by the arm through a waterfall and into a very deep well like some kind of despicable frisbee ~More evidence that he quite literally does not care about his son's needs if they get in the way of his villainism. The only time during Shanghai that he is concerned about Adrien is when the monster HE CREATED is about to destroy the whole city ~Since when has he called Marinette by her full name and HOW ON EARTH DOES HE NOT KNOW SHE'S LADYBUG ~Maybe he'll figure it out now, idk ~Also whatever this Prodigious is it has been made quite clear that Hawkmoth has been in the works long before Gabriel started sending out akumas. I strongly strongly suspect that there's something about Adrien we don't know yet because if this villainism has been in the works for 15 YEARS?? Yeah something is up. And, as has been stated by another fandom member... Mama Agreste might not be as great as we were led to believe. ~Gabe may have diverted his attention from Adrien being Chat but he is definitely, definitely suspicious of Marinette, I'm telling you ~His voice got more evil over time I swear ~Also again he was only worried about Adrien (before his plan backfired severely, AGAIN LOL) and not that the akuma might kill literally thousands of people in Shanghai, haha way to go Gabe ~Yeah sorry Mari but Hawky takes no vacations ~HE WENT AFTER NEW MAGIC AND THEN BECAME SHADOW MOTH?? W H A T ~Kay so apparently Shadowmoth is much smarter than Hawky. At least... more tactical. And he accepts help from Nathalie. But he still ain't winning lol, even if he's getting closer. ~And even though he was *this close* to getting the turtle miraculous, he was even closer to getting HIS TWO MIRACULOUS STOLEN ~STOP REAKUMATIZING PEOPLE, IT'S NOT GONNA WORK ANYMORE ~On Mr. Pigeon's 24th akumatization Hawky was really like "this man is hopeless" and proceeds to akumatize him 48 more times ~I love how he assumes he's still gonna be Hawkmoth by the time LB and CN are adults XD like he'd literally be in his 70s ~the fact that he had every single miraculous holder in one place and didn't realize it ~I love how he has no problem letting Alec watch his whole villain spiel ~mans really said that negative emotions turn him on ~the fact that one of his smarter villains was a five year old -_-

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primasveraas-writing · 3 years

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"Kent v Linebacker" -Ted Lasso

Roy's knee is fucked. This is well known.

His fucking monster child, who he loves, accidentally fucks it up more. Such is life.

Part 2 // Accompanying AU

WORDS: 2631

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Their first son is “built like a linebacker,” according to Ted Lasso. Roy shows his usual disdain at the reference to the wrong type of football, but Keeley wearily agrees- she was, after all, the one who carried then delivered their 10-pound baby.

Most people see their son and suggest rugby instead of football, even as they pile tiny Kent jerseys and footballs onto the new parents. Roy insists he doesn’t give a damn if their child wants to play rugby or football or join the damn chess club, but he also tears up the first time Keeley puts him in a tiny (or maybe just small) Richmond jersey.

Because of the way Roy and Keeley are, they balance each other out. Marriage and parenthood come to them relatively smoothly, save for typical growing pains and bumps in the road. But they figure it out, at least for the most part.

One of the more persistent bumps is Roy’s knee. Because, while he was forced to walk away from playing football, Roy is reluctant to accept other limitations. He’ll run or dance or carry around the baby’s new crib, and then swear and pop his knee back into place as needed. Doctors eventually find this out and inform him that this is, in fact, bad. Roy Kent tells them to fuck off. He doesn’t echo this sentiment when Keeley suggests that they’re right.

Because, as usual, she seems to have a point. It doesn’t always take a miles-long Christmas day walk or a rom-com style sprint to Ted Lasso to fuck up Roy’s knee. Somedays, it’s going down the stairs one too many times. Or standing up long enough to make Keeley a fancy dinner. Or jumping around in the coaches’ box after a Richmond win. So Roy concedes this matter, and anyway, he doesn’t particularly enjoy moving his kneecap around or Phoebe’s and Keeley’s face when he does so.

Roy scales back, reluctantly and unhappily. He does modified yoga with the moms and they suggest stretches to help him. Roy doesn’t push himself nearly as much, and so the pain in his daily life decreases.

Then Roy becomes a father, and then his son becomes a toddler.

Oliver is a fucking ray of sunshine. He’s inherited Keeley’s bubbly personality, something evident from his first dazzling smile and the peals of laughter that soon follow. When he starts to talk, he does so incessantly, and he puts every ounce of his energy into babbling and running literal circles around his parents. Even Keeley- even Ted Lasso, occasional babysitter- struggle to keep up. But Roy and Keeley and the Richmond team do their level best to entertain and supervise him, and it works.

Then, because they’re fucking daft, Roy and Keeley decide they want another fucking monster to turn their lives all upside down.

Oliver is three when they tell him he’s going to be a big brother. He’s overjoyed, then he cries, then he’s comforted, then he’s overjoyed again. Roy is the happiest he’s ever fucking been with his son, and Keeley pregnant, and then life comes along and fucks it all up again.

Father and son are just home from preschool, Oliver restarting his long-winded recap of his day when he sees Keeley. Roy hobbles through the door behind him, grinning at Keeley for half a second. She beams back at him, then returns her attention to their child, brows furrowing as she tries to decipher his somewhat senseless story.

Roy’s standing by Keeley’s side, hand on her shoulder as they listen the best they can. Oliver reaches a part of his tale that’s especially exciting- something about cupcakes and a classmate’s birthday, and he gives a shout, then springs up with his arms spread wide, and-

-forty pounds of force collide with Roy’s bad leg. He hears Keely gasp, which is what registers first, then his vision goes white as pain overtakes him, and he feels himself falling.

He opens his eyes a moment later, and Keeley is crouching at his side awkwardly, the swell of her stomach hindering her. Oliver gives a noise that indicates he’s probably about to cry, and Roy shushes him through a groan.

“Fuck,” Roy says, his voice strained. “I’m okay.”

Keeley purses her lips, which indicates she’s well aware of his lie, but she draws Oliver against her side, rubbing circles into his back as she takes Roy’s hand.

“It hasn’t been this bad before, has it?”

Roy shakes his head. “I think I’m fucked,” he confesses, trying to keep the uncertainty and pain out of his words.

“ER fucked?”

“Fuck no.”

“Can you get up, Roy?” Keeley would sound impatient if not for the way her tone wavers. Roy shifts, babying his leg, and Keeley watches as he winces, cringes, and swears again.

Keeley whispers something to Oliver, and he sniffs loudly before scampering off into the kitchen. His wife stands, unsteady and off-balance, and reaches down to help him. Roy uses only his left leg to rise, trying not to knock Keeley over, and he staggers before grabbing the back of the couch to steady himself. Keeley holds onto his elbow and guides him around so he can sit.

“I’m fucked,” Roy reiterates, and this time, Keeley just nods.

In the end, there’s no ER visit- just a few pulled strings to get Roy into the doctor the next day. Rebecca stops by to deliver crutches and a few bottles of painkillers once Keeley realizes that Roy can’t get to the bathroom- or anywhere else, for that matter- on his own. More reluctantly, Ted is called, and he promises to give Oliver the “best darn sleepover since the movie Sleepover.” Roy isn’t particularly keen on Ted being privy to this particular moment of weakness, but Ted leaves with Oliver quickly enough, and Keeley’s pretty sure that even just a few minutes of exposure to Ted is enough to force some positivity into Roy’s outlook, and for that, she’s grateful.

Roy sleeps on the couch that night, as stairs are out of the question. Even if he could manage to struggle up them, he can only imagine coming back down via a painful fall. He’s alone, too, because, despite Keeley’s protests, he’s not about to let his pregnant wife sleep anywhere but a proper bed.

He lies awake long after kissing and texting Keeley goodnight, and he contemplates the quiet of the house and the apparent severity of the situation. The doctor had wanted Roy to come in today, but she didn’t throw a fit when he insisted he could wait. Instead, he’ll see her tomorrow, first thing, and Ted will take his son to school, and Keeley and Roy will both miss work for Roy’s least-favorite type of doctor’s appointment.

“You dislocated your kneecap again,” Doctor Patel explains, gesturing to an x-ray of a very fucked up knee. “The first time, you twisted it.” She points to a slightly less fucked up x-ray. “But continually dislocating your knee weakened the ligaments. So, when Oliver collided with you, your ACL and meniscus tore completely.”

“That’s why it hurt so damn much.”

Patel nods, then sighs. “You mentioned chronic pain worsening over time- you did everything right, trying to keep it at bay, but this- along with additional trauma- can worsen a knee injury.”

Roy grunts. He expected as much. The first doctor he saw after his final match had warned of this, along with things like arthritis and all sorts of complications. His main worry was that his football career was over, and there was nothing he could do about that, so any accompanying outcomes seemed unimportant.

He was wrong, apparently.

“It’s not unusual for these injuries to get worse over time. Especially when you’re not gentle with yourself. But, your symptoms are indicative of severe tearing. I’m also worried about nerve damage.”

“So what do we do now?”

Keeley is the one who asks, gripping Roy’s hand. He glances at her, then squeezes her hand.

Patel hesitates. Roy likes this doctor- her knowledge and honesty have been extremely comforting to both him and Keeley over the years. She doesn’t take bullshit, not even Roy’s, and he appreciates that about her.

But it’s unusual for her to hesitate.

“I believe our best option is open knee surgery,” she says, and her eyes soften when Roy’s jaw clenches. “There are other routes we can pursue, but we’re at a point where they may not be as effective.

“What are they?”

“We can do more tests and try an arthroscopic surgery or other minimally invasive options, but-”

Roy tunes her out. He’s the last football player of his generation- he’s seen everyone he played with at the beginning of his career retire, and the various injuries that forced this fate upon his fellow footballers. Open knee surgery is a big fucking deal. Especially since he’s not a fucking grandma.

“It’s a long fucking recovery time,” Roy says finally.

A nod.

“We have a baby due in three months.” This time, Keeley squeezes Roy’s hand.

“If all goes well, you’ll be walking unassisted by then. Enough for midnight diaper changes, so long as you don’t sprint into the nursery.”

“And it’ll work best?”

“I can say with reasonable confidence that your case is severe enough to warrant this surgery, and that the other surgeries aren’t typically successful in similar cases.”

“Fuck. Let’s do it.”

They schedule surgery for a few days later, which is a quick turnaround, but it’s enough time for two Richmond matches to take place. The first falls on the day after Roy’s doctor visit, and the second one is the day of the surgery. This gives him pause- Roy’s first and longest love is football, and he’s loath to step away, even for a week. But he thinks of Oliver, hesitant to hug his father when they get home, and Keeley, sneaking glances at him as if expecting him to break when she’s not looking.

Roy trudges- or limps- forward. He stays home for the first Richmond match and tries to ignore Keeley scrolling through Twitter with a worried look on her face. They had debated what would be worse- to miss the match with no explanation, or for Roy to show up on crutches and in obvious pain. In the end, the desire for privacy (and maybe easing Roy’s discomfort) won out, and Keeley and Roy and Oliver watch the match from their living room. Roy and Oliver shout at the TV, and Keeley livetweets, and it’s okay until the post-match conference.

“Coach Lasso! Roy Kent was missing from the coaches’ box tonight. Can you explain why? Has there been a professional change or has something personal occurred?”

Ted holds up a hand, stemming the reporter’s flow of questions. He smiles at her easily, but Roy knows that no matter what Ted says, there’ll be speculation. A nonanswer is still an answer, but they decided as a team to keep the public in the dark as long as possible, to maintain any privacy Roy has.

“Roy and his family are jus’ fine, thank you. As far as I know, Roy hasn’t decided to leave our coaching team, so we’re all good there.” Ted clears his throat, and Roy wonders if his mentor is uncomfortable telling half-truths to the press. “Roy needed some personal time away, but I expect you’ll be seeing him back again shortly. Thanks.”

“Well, that wasn’t complete shit,” Roy muses in near-approval. Keeley hums noncommittally.

“No,” she agrees, pleased. “And I livetweeted the whole thing so nobody thinks one of us is dying.”

“Perfect,” Roy says, satisfied. So long as they don’t get hounded on the way to the hospital. He looks down at his lap, where Oliver is curled against him, fast asleep. Roy moves slightly so that he can wrap his arm around his son, and sighs.

Keeley looks up at them and grins as she takes in the sight. “Look at my boys,” she says softly, and Roy’s heart melts just a little.

Surgery goes well, and Roy leaves the hospital the same day. His memories of the event and the hours after are fuzzy, but Keeley informs him that he watched the Richmond match while the anesthetic wore off, and proceeded to shout an absolutely incomprehensible mix of words and swears at the TV. Richmond lost, but it was hard fought, and it’s days later when Keeley confesses to Roy that he actually cried once the final result was clear. Roy would be less concerned by this if he could remember it at all, but at the same time, he’s reassured that his plan of being totally unaffected by major surgery and attending the match in person didn’t pan out.

Roy quickly decides he’s utterly useless on crutches, instead letting Oliver expend his energy by fetching things like water and painkillers and phone chargers for his dad. There’s plenty for him to do; Oliver thrives with given purpose, and under the extra attention Roy has to spare. He hates being unable to carry his son, but he can still cuddle with him, and draw with him, and even though Keeley is burdened with bathing and chasing after Oliver, Roy can still fucking help here and there. Like telling Oliver to eat his broccoli or clean up his shit, because vegetables are fucking important and his son isn’t a slob.

His return to Richmond is less smooth. He doesn’t want anybody’s fucking pity, least of all from the boys on the team, or from Ted Fucking Lasso, but instead of the fearful reactions Roy’s used to, Roy’s treated with a gentleness he absolutely fucking despises. Nobody wants to push back against his heightened grumpiness (a side effect of knee surgery is that it fucking hurts and this makes Roy very unhappy), and Ted somehow feels obligated to hang back with him as he limps up to the field each day. His fellow coach also launches into several tirades about his and Beard’s and his great uncle Roger’s various injuries over the years, and Roy ends his first week back feeling, unfortunately, closer to all three men, including the one he’s never fucking met in the first place.

Keeley’s made sure to officially announce that he’s had surgery, explaining away his absence and all the speculation that went with it. The press will likely hound him anyways, but Roy already has his response planned (“Fuck off!”).

The crowd cheers him during their next match. He hobbles slowly behind the rest of the coaches, using one crutch even though he really should be using both, swearing under his breath at the soft terrain and his shit balance and fucking kneecaps for being so fragile in the first place. Keeley would say all this support is sweet, and he catches a glimpse of her beaming at him from the stands, Oliver bouncing on her lap, and the agony and humiliation dulls.

Richmond plays a great fucking game. It’s not their best match ever, but they win and celebrate accordingly. Roy makes his excuses earlier than usual; he knows he’s put Keeley through the wringer in the past week, and Oliver keeps rubbing his eyes, and there’s nothing more that Roy wants than to read his son a fairytale then cuddle with his wife in bed.

So they go home, and do exactly that.

Roy’s last thought before he drifts off that night, having tucked Oliver into bed and kissed Keeley quite thoroughly, is of how fucking perfect his life is. And, although he echoes that thought many more times, one of the more poignant occurrences is when his daughter is born, and he holds her in his arms for the first time.

Yeah. Pretty fucking perfect.

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incorrect-ikevamp-quotes · 3 years

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Hi! I love everything that you write and heh I am a fan! 😄 tbh this is my first time requesting something on Tumblr! If you don't mind and if I am not being a bother...can you write about how the guys would react If MC suddenly starts making meme references? I don't know how I got the idea but I am REALLY curious. And love you! :D

Hiya! Tyvm for the kind words, and apologies that this took a while! I hope you have the chance to enjoy it regardless ❤️❤️❤️ Love you too, sweet pea! I promise to get to the next request you’ve sent ASAP~

Aight but this would be hilarious because the range of the reactions is just ungodly. I will be putting this under a cut after Napoleon so I don’t clog up everyone’s dash, but all the suitors are included below otherwise!

Comte is the one that recognizes a few, but didn’t really stay in modern times long enough to be as well-versed as a Gen Z kid might. Regardless he finds the wittiness and absolute chaotic fuckery to be delightful, and will 100% support the harmless nonsense. It never fails to get a laugh out of him

Mozart that first day be like: “Buzz off MC I hate you” MC, because she likes swinging bats at wasps’ nests: “Well that’s not very cash money of you” Mozart: ?????????? Comte, giggling in the bg like the secret fae he is This one’s just because I’m petty, but after the events of Comte rt I just imagine them encountering Vlad again and MC’s just “I lived bitch.” while Comte is flipping him off behind her lkjahgkjhdsg

Comte @ Leo when he finds the latter under his desk: Had it not been for the laws of this land, I would have slaughtered you. MC: wheezing from the hallway as she’s about to give him his letters

MC: So how was your day, honey? Comte: Good, good--briefly had to go beastmode upon the punk that pilfered my lint roller MC, biting her lip to keep from laughing: So does Leo still have his kneecaps? Comte: for now.

Comte, @ literally anyone upsetting the MC: I won’t hesitate, bitch

Comte: Be careful with my emotional baggage, it’s designer

MC: What if I was evil and ran towards you at very fast speeds Comte: My arms are strong, I would catch and hug you

Leo and Dazai are the ones that don’t have a single reference point but are filled with so much dumbass chaos energy that they just. Understand immediately???? Nobody knows how or why, but they just catch on so fast--adapt the language in a matter of weeks. Never underestimate the power of combined boredom, depression, and humor

I swear to god I just see MC taking them their Blanc/Rouge and being like “here you go sir, one enslaved moisture” and they just go fucking hog wild from day one. MC starts impersonating Theo when he leaves the room around Dazai, like fake deep voice “you all only hate me because you do not like me and I am mean to you. grow up.” Or like the MC meets a baby on her travels with Leo around town and she holds them and says v seriously and sagely “So you are Baby? I have heard tales of your exploits.” and Leo about loses his shit right there. They both think MC is the funniest person alive--they’ve never been more eager to throw a ring at someone in their entire life.

Also a bonus for my beloved Dazai: MC, facing even the slightest inconvenience (like dropping her fork) in the most dramtic voice possible: Life is not daijoubu. Dazai: wheezing

MC, after watching Theo turn down a woman at the bar in the meanest way possible: bro quit letting the darkness consume you u r scaring the hoes Dazai, literally rolling around on the ground, half-drunk and dying:

MC, walking alongside Dazai and stopping to stare at her reflection in the River Seine. Dazai’s expecting some sad or twisted shit, since people often feel comfortable talking about those things around him, but instead she just: “Oh, it’s you. The source of all my problems.” And he about falls into the river from shock HAHAHA

At this point don’t be surprised if his next book is about an absolute madlad woman similar to MC

Napoleon finds it to be a delightful quirk more than anything? He doesn’t really understand it, but he finds it funny when they change their voice for effect or speak in exaggerated tones. If it’s just comprehensible enough for an outsider to understand--or Sebas gives him context--chances are it’ll send him into a laughing fit

For this one I just imagine MC singing that Ratatouille meme song obnoxiously bad while cooking, and Napoleon and Comte are just so wildly amused by it bc it makes zero sense and it’s only vaguely French at this point

MC @ Napoleon while they’re cooking brunch: Can I offer you a nice egg in these trying times?

MC, conflicted because she’s tired and wanted to sleep in but also got to see Napo’s cute sleeping face for a few hours: For my next stunt, I’ll wake up at 5AM on the day I can sleep in. Sebas: Early to bed and early to rise makes a person healthy, wealthy, and wise MC: early to bed and early to rise makes me a massive bitch Napoleon: laughing in agreement

Isaac is the type to be bewildered and concerned at first (especially when he hears the more nihilistic ones hoOOOoooOO BOY) but eventually begins to understand it’s some bizarre attempt at humor (that hurts Zack baby). While some part of him laments that it reminds him of Dazai and he’s secretly jealous of how she and Dazai bond over it, he will sometimes join in the chaos when the mood strikes him and he’s feeling mischievous

Isaac: How are you feeling? MC: Oh, I’m not Isaac: seconds from dialing 911 Isaac: Are you okay? MC: Oh yeah dw I just suffer from that syndrome where your neutral expression makes you look like you’re an angry serial killer Isaac: say sike rn

Isaac, tutoring MC and correcting something: MC, muttering while redoing it: The risk I took was calculated, but man am I bad at math. Isaac: unable to help a laugh

One time MC was avoiding Isaac for fear of hurting his feelings and he just confronts her like: Isaac: back by unpopular demand, me! What’s wrong, MC pls MC was so hecking proud of him

Isaac, telling MC about a recent discovery he learned at uni from another professor: bones typically heal stronger after they’ve been broken--so long as they’re set properly, of course MC, looking him dead in the eyes: So what you’re saying is that I should break every bone in my body until I become superhumanly powerful? Isaac: please do not, no

Mozart and Jeanne are just. Totally lost. Why are you talking like that??? Why are you making “crab hands”???? They don’t understand. Maybe never will. They reach a point where they just kind of laugh and shake their heads, endeared by the oddity after they’re used to it and have determined it isn’t a threat/insult.

MC: It’s a cold and it’s a brooooken, Waluigi. Waaaaluigiiiii...waaaahluigi..... Mozart: surprised, then starts snickering and playing along on the piano

Arthur, asking MC very personal questions out loud because he is an idiot sometimes: Soooo MC, are you a top or a bottom? MC: I’m a threat. (If he asks a second time, the response will be “Wouldn’t you like to know, weatherboy.”) Jeanne, fighting a smile:

MC, about to punch an asshole: Your free trial of being alive has ended Jeanne, seconds from laughing for the first time in 100 years:

Also, because I genuinely can’t help myself. You know that knight meme like “Parry this you fucking casual.” I cannot stress enough that it is literally the personification of Jeanne’s entire character. I’m not even joking.

Arthur and Shakespeare are utterly fascinated by the rapid evolution of wordplay and the sheer hilarity. They will ask all about these so-called “memes” and ask for examples of them if MC can show them (either somehow accessing her phone or drawing them). MC draws Arthur the knife cat meme and he about a s c e n d s at the hilarity of it all, points and yells THEO IS HOLDING THE KNIFE. He is correct. They will be delighted and follow along eagerly, and--god forbid--will make their own based on late 19th century struggles.

Is this where Shakespeare got the idea for “What, you egg? stabs him” and “You are a saucy boy.”? I’m too scared to ask. Don’t even get me started on “The Fool jingled miserably across the floor.” That one is just too on the nose...

I can’t even imagine what would happen to Shakespeare if MC like translated vines and memes into Ye Olde English around him. Imagine she’s at one of those noble balls and hears rumors of these two guys living together and they’re so obviously gay and he says “And those gents w’re roommates.” And in the most false surprised tone ever MC just replies “oh mine own god, those gents w’re roommates.” Imagine having a wife that’s just as hilarious as you are and hits you with all the force of a bag of wet mice every time you speak in retaliation, he’s going into palpitations.

Every time Arthur does smth stupid MC just: “I Pretend I Do Not See It.”

Vincent is tickled pink by MC’s penchant for finding joy and/or amusement in nearly everything they do, and he smiles gently when he sees them muttering and laughing to themselves. He wants to be able to join them in what they love, but he has a harder time following along and understanding the darker humor sometimes. Mostly gets confused??? Please give him the easier ones to mimic and laugh when he tries--or just include him in your jokes MC. He’s babie your honor...

But he also. Will not. Stand any kind of self-deprecation or borderline verbal self-harm. He’s usually very easygoing and calm, but for whatever reason that stuff makes him go deathly quiet and upset.

MC, after something goes horribly wrong, hugging Vincent: Oh Vince, we really in it now Vincent: giggling a little despite his worries, relaxing

MC: Theo stop simping for Vincent that’s my job

MC, when Theo leaves the room and she gets Vincent all to herself: The evil is defeated.

MC: And this is where I would put my will to live...if I h a d one! Vincent: ;-; MC: oh shit, oh fuck, I was only kidding Vincent wait (MC was subsequently lectured and loved on for many hours)

Theo is conflicted because on the one hand, he loves to see you smiling and having fun. On the other, you’re clowning as hard as Dazai and Arthur and he can only handle so many monkeys in his circus. Most of the time he will roll his eyes and be the straight man of this comedy, but you might find him cracking a smile--or accidentally letting a chuckle slip past his lips now and again.

MC, after meeting Theo: I’m a nice person, but I’m about to start throwing rocks at people.

Theo, those first days: Oh? You’re approaching me? Instead of running away, you’re coming right to me? MC: I can’t beat the shit out of you without getting closer.

Theo: Every time I ask MC to explain “vibe check” to me she hits me with some kind of improvised weapon

MC, after the “incident” (you know the one): This year, I lost my dear lover Theo Theo, in the distance: QUIT TELLING EVERYONE I’M DEAD! MC: ;-; sometimes I can still hear his voice...

Sebastian is last because oh boy. OH BOYYYYY I LOVE HIM. Okay so the way I see this happening with Sebastian is just. So wild. Because at first he’s t r y i n g so hard to be the proper butler man. He does not meme. But then he starts to drift closer to what Niles from The Nanny was, where he’ll quip and joke in private or when the situation is just beyond the amount of absurdity he can handle without making a snarky comment. Everyone in the house can’t fathom how Sebas and MC got so close so fast, but there are points where they’re just “Are they even speaking English anymore???” It’s 11 times funnier than normal because Sebas almost never smiles or laughs when memeing, the deadpan quality of his playing along sends MC every time

Has ABSOLUTELY said “HEY. PANINI HEAD. ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME???” jokingly when MC made a mistake in the kitchen. They laugh about it for y e a r s

MC: I can’t date someone who keeps a lamb as a pet, that’s so weird Sebas, brushing Lotte in front of MC: MC: MC: Okay, I will make an exception because she looks very polite

MC and Sebas, fully aware of the fame some of the men will reach in modern times: We will watch your career with great interest. (I s2g that’s like half of Sebas’ rt right there I’m crying)

Sebas rt with Lotte be like that 500 dollar Mareep meme: “sometimes a family can be just a boy, his gf, and their 500 dollar two foot tall Lotte”

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So this is more of a personal opinion but the Teen Titans run in 2003 is... really painful to read as someone who got really attached to the Young Justice (98) run. For a whooole number of reasons.. but today I will concentrate on bart (because like for the past three days al ive talked about is bart)

Because the first issues are all “Impulse you’re so fucking useless” and��“ew don’t touch me” and “Oh my god conner i missed you so much” and absolutely nobody believes in Bart. And it pisses me off.

Wally was written as such a fucking asshole. “I took things seriously” OH IM SORRY MR PERFECT THAT NEVER FUCKING GOOFED AROUND AND HAD FRIENDS AND GOT EXCITED AND USED HIS POWERS TO HIS ADVANTAGE???? and suddenly bart does it and he’s such a fucking failure and he’s not good enough???? Give me a fucking BREAK. “I founded the titans” okay yes do you want a gold star??? So petty and for what smh

And I mean... bart is so... he’s bart. and I absolutely love him. He’s just excited, and people take this as ridiculously stupid and immature. And YES i have read the issues where bart spends three solid minutes talking to a cardboard cut-out of the flash, but he’s just a kid... he deserves better than whatever the fuck this run is

.... let that one linger. I mean I’m no Bart but hearing that hurts. A lot.

And Cassandra (i refuse to call whoever she is ‘cassie’) was such a bitch to him?? i get that she got expelled from school but the rest is all bullshit (cassandra here got expulsed because she threw a tantrum and gave out her secret idenity to the whole school and used her powers, which already tells you that this is out of character- although she might have done something similar but she wouldn’t go as far as she did)

You can’t even blame Bart for being ‘immature’ and ‘childish’ here because they’re literally 16???? 17 at most and Cassandra is written as such a fucking bitchhh in the whole runnn and im pretty sure all my mutuals hate me for saying it so often but it makes me so angry (as you probably noticed). And I’m not talking about the costume design (although, if you ask me it’s really out of character and also its ugly and my baby cassie would have done waay better than that. I mean she had biker shorts because they were good to kick in and now she has JEANS???? and a belt to top that WITH A HEADBAND???? cassie is a barette bitch and her hair is short because she likes it like that and she would rather die than get bangs). And I don’t know what’s going on with her, but what the fuck is up with tim?? I’m sure he’s got his shit going on at home with batsy but like.... fuck you

they’re all being such assholes to bart, but he’s there nonetheless, energetic and bubbly, as if nothing’s happened. He even had a heart-to-back with Cassandra (you can guess who spilled their heart and who gave their back)

Oh and don’t let me forget that after this, Cassandra still thinks on leaving. But then cOnNeR goes “no you belong here” and cassandra goes “aw youre right lets kiss now” (not that i have anything against kon or the ship but it was just taken to extremes in this run, because conner this and conner that and lets clone my dead best friend and your boyfriend oh and lets kiss too because we totally dont do that enough)

Now they’re at this prison of sorts and there’s a fire, and there’s smoke and Bart takes in consideration that he might hurt someone if he goes too fast (because of the smoke)

And oh im sorry okay cassie no need to use THAT tone (although ill let it slide, it’s cool i get it- sorta)

AND THEN BECAUSE ITS TOTALLY NOT MOTHERFUCKING ENOUGH BECAUSE NOBODY HAS NEGLECTED BART ENOUGH ALREADY THIS HAPPENS

“help out impulse” NO FUCK YOU???? ‘Oh impulse the smoke just magically cleared stop being so useless” EXCUSE YOU???? and may i add that kori is also... not that nice to bart...

OH AND MAY I ADD THAT AS BART WENT IN THE BUILDING (because KORY told him to) HE GOT SHOT WITH A TRANQUILIZER THAT IMMOBILIZED HIM FOR A FUCKING HALF MINUTE AND THEN SLADE BLEW HIS KNEECAP OFF??? AND IT DIDN’T OCCUR TO FUCKING KORY THAT IT WAS HER THAT TOLD HIM TO GO IN THE FIRST PLACE???? hhh

call me insane but this is just.... really out of character (then again almost the whole thing is) because you can’t tell me that Cassie and Kon (and tim and cissie and greta and literally anyone that bart has ever interacted with because that’s the effect that he has on people) wouldn’t destroy every piece of shit in their way to blow off slade’s other eye. and after this they do go after slade but like hhhhhhhhhhhhh my boy deserves better okay reading these issues is just liek pouring bleach in my eyes its just... sigh

OH AND THEN BART GOT AGED UP AND IM LIKE OKAY AND THNE HE DIED RIGHT AND THEY GRIEVED HIM FOR LIKE TWO MINUTES AND THEN THEY WENT BACK TO CLONING CONNER AND IM JUST LIKE???????

#bart allen #tim drake #wonder girl #impulse #cassandra sandsmark #wonder girl ii #conner kent #superboy #teen titans #robin #robin iii

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