#but turns out he just needed to get back into his more punk roots and for a world wide pandemic to occur

[borgeslabyrinth]

Remarkably, after three really shit albums and 10 years, Frank Turner actually managed to make a good album again

#for years i've said that he made one perfect album (tape deck heart) and then lost absolutely any of his talent #but turns out he just needed to get back into his more punk roots and for a world wide pandemic to occur #anyway go stream FTHC #which came out last year but i never checked it out because i was like ''yeah frank turner. one of my all time favorite artists. #shame he sucks now'' #oscar talks to himself

[trashlie]

In Which I Demonstrate that Nol Cannot Deny Shinae; the man is down bad

(I need someone to understand HOW CLOSE I cam to titling this “I can’t deny your eyes, you know I try to read between the lines” i’m so sorry i’m so very on my pop-punk bullshit right now)

One of my favorite dynamics of Shinae and Nol as a pairing and just in general part of how they interact is that it has been shown to us time and time again that Shinae has so much more power (for lack of better word lol) over Nol than I think has been given credit for sometimes. I think often people get very caught up in how Nol’s so very torn in his battle of what he wants vs what he thinks he deserves and the hurt that he ends up causing that sometimes they miss what the true root of it is: that though Nol genuinely believes he does not deserve good things as well as he believes harm will befall all those he cares about and thus he should stay away from the people he loves to protect them - he can’t. He fails. He tries over and over, he gave Kousuke his word, he makes the effort to pull away, but in the end he always caves, he always fails. 

When it comes to Shinae, his resolve crumbles. 

I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!

It’s such an important dynamic BECAUSE Nol is such a victim of what he believes and has been made to believe it’s hard to get through to him. How do you convince someone that all the abuse that has traumatized him wasn’t true. How do you take someone like him who has been made to feel that he is nothing but a worthless mistake, that he only creates problems, that he is a monster, that he brings doom wherever he goes that it’s not so? Especially with his own father telling him these things, with Kousuke tearing him down at every opportunity, with what happened when he was locked away, with the fact that Yui can, in fact, bring harm. And has? 

And yet, despite believing these things, despite internalizing that abuse to the extent that he cannot see anything else - his resolve still crumbles. Shinae has such an effect on him that I think deserves to be talked about, because she sees him when others don’t, she cares for him when others are accustomed to him caring for them, she picks up on these little things without being fully aware of them and in turn, Nol cannot help but want to stay close to pull her closer. And that’s exactly why he has to distance himself from her, from his friends - but we know the harder he struggles, the harder it becomes to maintain his resolve. 

I’m a sucker for it! I love watching the war on his face, the expressions that shift, the way he tries to weasel out of situations and ultimately fail because he can’t very well tell her to her face that he can’t be close to her, that he can’t stay her friend. But because he can never draw that boundary, he keeps moving the line in the sand. It doesn’t matter; he always fails in the end. 

This dynamic begins really early in! Shinae I think we could argue some other earlier moments also quality, but for this I want to specifically focus on post-formal moments, because I think what I love especially about this dynamic is that Nol has given Kousuke his word, has determined that he put Shinae in danger by taking interest in her and engaging in an indulgent friendship, and that for the sake of protecting her from further harm (and also due to his feelings of guilt) he needs to keep his distance and ease out of his friendship with her. 

But post-formal it’s not so easy. Shinae has gone from trying to fend him off to a stick to openly expressing concern for him. She now takes a leaf out his book and reaches out to him - over and over and over. 

It would be easy to not call her back. Catch up later and casually brush her off that he had a big family thing, that he fell asleep early. And yet, in the end, he fails and he winds up returning her call. Even though it’s a call for her reassurance, it’s just as much a call for him, taking in her concern for him, that little admission that maybe he is the villain like they think. He has a way of slipping up with Shinae, always confessing something real. She disarms him as much as she pulls him in and GOD I cannot help but adore this dynamic! 

Another thing that goes hand in hand with this dynamic is that not only does Nol struggle to maintain that distance and create a berth of space between them, but he also continues to struggle to not go above and beyond for her. Shinae isn’t good at accepting favors or letting people do things for them, and I think if she knew that he completely took the blame for her tardiness in addition to going out of his way to go pick her up, she probably would get pretty annoyed. But as it stands, he does exactly that - not only takes the blame, but goes out of his way to pick her up. 

It’s something about his expression after their call, when he looks like he’s torn on what to do, or perhaps torn on what is the best option? Torn on knowing that part of him has already made up his mind he’ll go to her even though he’s trying to convince himself he shouldn’t? He struggles with her at all times and ultimately she always has that effect on him - he just is unable to make himself resist, to NOT go to her, to NOT help her. 

(It’s like when he gets mad at how Kousuke is treating her as an employee and calls him out on it! It’s things he doesn’t need to do, but it’s the fact that he can’t help it that betrays how much he cares, how much she affects him, how much he is unable to just walk away.) 

Nol definitely seems aware of this, too. The moment he gives her the opportunity, he won’t be able to push that distance, so he tries to take advantage in the moments he can. Finding Shinae in the locker room leaves him the opportunity to sneak out, but unfortunately for him she takes notice of him and stops him in his tracks. Part of it is, of course, what he told Kousuke - that he can’t just suddenly cut her off without explaining why, and it’s difficult to ease things when she’s the one who keeps reaching out now, keeps grabbing on to him.

But again, we see that his undoing is that he cares. He’s never seen her like this and she’s willing to actually open up and talk about what’s bothering him? It’s so unlike her! (I love him telling her she has to use words because he can’t help her otherwise lol) 

But what this moment demonstrates is, again, just one of my favorite parts - even when he TRIES to distance himself - he angles himself away from her, body turned away - he always ends up angled right back in. Nol and Shinae have this magnetic draw with each other and even when he makes the effort to turn away from her, he can’t help but be drawn back in, angle right back in to her. It’s something really fun to take note of when you reread, watching the way they just veer in towards each other, drift towards each other.

I’m sure he isn’t aware of it. She sure doesn’t seem to be! It’s just gravitational. Where she is, he will move towards. Where he is, she will drift towards. Their body language conveys that closeness! 

For MANY reasons, the moment they share after work, before Shinae starts her shift at the Wac is one of my FAVORITES. I always feel like it’s the clearest representation of this dynamic, too, of how Nol tries to point himself away, tries to push that distance, but he can’t and he even admits why! Nothing will stop him from caring - she has just wormed her way into his life, wormed her way into his heart. He cares about what happens to her, how she’s treated, how she’s doing, how she’s feeling. He cares and he can’t just stop being her friend! He cares and he can’t just pretend he doesn’t. 

It must take a lot of effort for him to consciously be aware of this - having to be conscious about turning away from her, of creating that space that’s so hard maintain. 

None of it was supposed to be real to matter and yet here he is, helpless against her, unable to stop himself from caring. 

To Nol’s credit, we do see him trying to make more effort - but also to his credit, the harder he tries to pull away, the harder Shinae fights. It’s funny and kind of ironic, because he’s one of the reasons she’s trying so hard. He’s the one who has helped her see value in herself and to open up and rely on others, and as a result, she’s practicing all of her new friend skills on him. How is he supposed to keep pushing her away when she’s literally calling him out (because she now knows him well enough to do that!) AND she’s making him talk through things. 

Shinae doesn’t want another Alyssa repeat and she’s not going to let Nol get away with just pulling away without an explanation. What else can he do? 

I like that’s really surprised he actually stayed - he could have faked a call from Nana that he had to head home, could have found some other excuse. But she demanded he would wait and he gave her his word. 

I love them ;A; 

Time and time again, she disarms him. Time and time again his resolve is put to the test and fails when it concerns his feelings, how much he cares, what kind of significance she has to him. Shinae saying out loud that their friendship must not have meant anything being the trigger that makes him finally act on what he always denies himself - a hand reaching out to her over and over that never makes contact, that he always talks himself out of finally making contact and pulling her into that tight, clinging embrace. On the one hand, we know it began as fake, that it wasn’t supposed to mean anything and certainly not to him.

But we know it was so real. We know that there was a moment where he went from trying to help Dieter, to trying to help her instead, to befriending her for his own enjoyment. It was all so very real, even if it hurts in the end. It was all so real to him and even if he needs her to be angry at him, even if he (thinks he) needs to walk away and leave all of this behind, he still can’t bear to have her think none of it meant anything, none of it was real, none of it mattered when it mattered so much to him. When it mattered so much that he finally embraced her!!!!!!! 

EVEN IN THIS MOMENT! HIS RESOLVE CRUMBLES. And though he’s able to pull himself together enough to do what he set out to do, let’s not forget that it was only because he was reminded her of injury, of what he believes was the culmination of him befriending someone and pulling them into the nightmare wake he leaves where he goes. It was only because he was reminded that she could have been another life taken from him that he was able to walk away. 

(And yknow. Proceeded to retch as a result. alfjakfjkafjkafjk) 

He goes as far as blocking Shinae, Dieter, and Soushi, because he knows he’ll cave. Because he can’t bear to see their messages, to ignore their calls, to see how much they are trying how hard they are fighting and reaching out, because just like when Shinae questioned if any of it was real, he knows he’ll cave. He has to implement a means of denying himself access to them, to nearly physically block them out. 

And yet, in that moment, at a party he doesn’t want to be at on a day he doesn’t want to exist on the eve of him serving time for a crime he doesn’t deserve, he goes and looks at his spam. 

He knows what’s in there waiting for him. He knows what he’s going to see.

He still does it, anyway. 

And there she is, a message received just now about feelings he feels but thinks he isn’t allowed that he shouldn’t have. 

I love this pathetic man, please I need more. 

He tries SO hard, even after hearing Shinae’s unprompted love soliloquy heartfelt sentimental explanation of what Nol means to her, to turn his back, but he can’t. 

His mother’s words are right there, and though they aimed for Rand, they come to land with him. The world can’t punish you forever. Does he not deserve their love, their friendship, the people who matter to him? Does he not deserve to be left alone by the world, to live his life as much as anyone else?

Even when everything he fears lingers over him - he’ll regret this because nothing good comes of indulging, because nothing good comes from letting them in because not only does it put them in danger but it makes it harder and harder for him. 

Like, not to be cheesy but we already know I am so - every time he lets them down, every time he breaks their hearts, he breaks his own, too. 

There’s no more fighting it. There’s only them and an empty hospital room, and a rare of sense of peace and calm, his head on her shoulder, finding comforting (literally) leaning on someone for once. For one moment, he grants himself an opportunity to stop trying to be so strong, to give in to seeking comfort. 

When she reassures him he’s not at Hirahara Memorial and he actually turns his face in towards the crook of her neck? Allowing himself to indulge in this peace in this comfort in this warmth?

GODDDDDDDD I love it he deserves it I want MORE  

And just like that, he’s no longer fighting. I’m including these even though it’s not really a “Nol tried to refrain and failed in the end” because a. we deserve them and b. I think by virtue of Nol acting on his desires and indulging in what he wants while Soushi and Dieter are sleeping in the bed on the other side of them counts enough for this list. Because refraining is no longer on the brain. Because everything Shinae does disarms him and he can’t even pretend to keep the wall up anymore. 

Shinae gets so embarrassed about giving him her gift because she feels like it pales compared to what Dieter did, but probably also because there is a sense of sentimentality to it as well, and it doesn’t miss Nol. It’s the fact that it’s their Orange of Fate, what she drew on his face, and the words she uttered when they first met that have now been taken back. 

It’s how he went from being told all people suck that she wants no friendship to chasing him outside of his school and fighting so hard for him, calling and texting and trying to reach him, it’s how she took advantage of the opportunity when it presented itself to tell him how she feels and what he means and she got so shy about him seeing this gift and it strikes him so much because he knows what he means to her and she means it, too, she’s that special to him, too

And the hand that earlier in the night reached for the spot she denied him does it once again and this time his fingers are in her hair, this time he’s so close in her space, this time he doesn’t deny himself what he wants and what he wants is to be so close to her, what he wants is to stay in this dream as long as he possibly can 

And the most indulgent of them all. 

Let’s not pretend this is not for him. Let’s not pretend this is the most indulgently he’s ever acted on what he wants. Shinae outrules fullbody dancing and he’s like oh bet? lmaoooooo 

He wants the dance. He wanted it back in Minhyuk’s room before Kousuke showed up and everything went to hell. He wants it now and he’s acting on it. There’s no reason - present in his mind lol - for him to refuse what he wants. 

He has refrained SO MUCH. He has refrained for SO LONG. So many times he reached out to her. The dance offer at the Kim formal that Kousuke stared him down into rejecting. Every time he’s felt suffocated by the weight of the world, by the burden of the guilt he carries, by the inherent belief that he’s a monster incapable of providing good, every time he’s been reminded he only brings people pain, every little moment that reminds him he doesn’t deserve any of the things he seeks out, the enjoyment he indulges in. So much of it has weighed him down and in that moment he acts on it

on what he wants

on what he needs

on what he feels 

He acts on the feelings that she is special that she brings him comfort that he wants and wants when she’s in his proximity

He acts on the dream from which he’s afraid to wake and he asks her to dance with him

Despite his back injury. Despite the whole night reminding him that pain follows him wherever he goes. Despite their friends sleeping just a bed over. 

He gives in and he indulges. 

Honorable mention goes to Nol staying outside Shinae’s door at Hirahara Memorial, despite this being a place of trauma and fear for him, despite how much he hates hospitals, despite Kousuke sending him away. It gets honorable mention because I acknowledge part of what compels him to stay outside her door is that he feels so guilty and he needs to see/know for himself that she’s okay - but I think it still counts because of just how compelling it is for him. That this is a person he has grown to care about so much already, a person who we now know he literally is alive for/because, since it was only when he saw her in the pool that he determined he couldn’t stay down there and had to return to the surface to save her, to carry on as Yeonggi for a little longer. 

He stays outside her hospital room because he can’t help it.

He could go home, he could change out of his damp clothes, he could crawl into bed and try to forget this whole nightmare of a night, if only for a few hours, but instead he stays outside her room, unable to leave. 

At every opportunity, Nol is so compelled by Shinae. 

He cannot deny her. 

If Shinae wants it, he will ultimately yield it to her like he has his heart.

I’m being good and not including anything from 231 but JUST YOU WAIT FOR THE FOLLOW UP, especially those of you who don’t fast pass. JUST YOU WAIT. 

#I Love Yoo #ILY Brainrot #Stalkyoo #Aegi #Shinae Yoo #Nolan Oliver T. Lochlainn #I would howl in the tags but I've already done my howling throughout this post lmao #this is my FAVORITE Stalkyoo dynamic #i love how Shinae disarms him and he admits little bits of truth #i love how she gets to him in a way no one else has simply by SEEING him #simply by caring about him #because no one else does it like her and when she does it just pierces him #how can he help but want more #how can he help but indulge #how can he help but fall for this person he can never truly turn away from #this person to who he's always drawn #he tries to turn away to face away and next thing he knows his whole body is angled towards her occupying the same space #the way he physically NEEDS to be near her and doesn't always clock it LMAO #WHEN HE PUT HIS FINGERS IN HER HAIR LIKE THAT AFLKJAFAFJLAFJAKLAFKAFJALJAFKJAF #AFLJAFLKJAFLKJFKLJLFAF #AFLJAFLKAJFKAFJAF #I HAVEN'T RECOVERED OKAY #i love him i love them #i love that he cannot deny her he cannot resist her #he has seen the forest for the trees and god they are so majestic god they are so beautiful and fantastical #HOWLS

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Reworking Pride

BTS Series: ⬅ Table of Contents - Reworking Justice ➡ Also available on Neocities! P&J Taglist (Check out my Google form to get added): @elegant-paper-collection @auroblaze @zeenimf @vacantgodling @foxys-fantasy-tales Banner art by @auroblaze

The first thing I decided needed a rework was, no surprise, the protagonist. Pride would need to change significantly, and not just for the obvious reasons. I needed to have a different visual for him so I could more easily create a separate personality and motivation from scratch, instead of constantly associating him with his alternate fanfiction self. I can’t draw, so I went onto this Picrew and threw together an initial appearance I could work off of.

I wanted to keep some of the punk elements like piercings and alternative dress, both as a kind of homage and to put a big neon sign over his head that reads HAS PROBLEMS WITH AUTHORITY. Same thing with the eyeliner—explicitly not conforming to gender norms, both signaling a problem with authority and implied queerness, which is intentional. The goatee was for fun, since “haha goats and Satan,” but I liked it so much I kept it. I did decide to make him white, instead of Japanese like his fanfiction counterpart, which is a change I did make with a purpose (I’ll get into it). The horns and tail being the classic cartoon devil were the only options available. It wasn’t the look I was going for with the story, but I added them anyway because they were cute.

One big deviation I decided on right away was that this isn’t going to be a stolen body, for Pride or Justice. Their appearances are what they look like, all the time, and Pride will ferry the soul for his contract without hijacking their appearance. I actually changed the way the whole contract thing works, too, but that’s a story for another post.

From here, I began brainstorming his personality. The fanfiction Pride & Justice was very short, so there wasn’t a whole lot of room for character development or action. In fact, Pride has a static character arc through the whole story. The only thing that changes by the end is him admitting that he’s scared to go back to Hell, and the rest of his personality remains exactly the same. That isn’t going to fly as an original character in a longer story.

In this new story, Pride as a character needs to be a shithead, for lack of better description. Not only is he a demon, he’s the embodiment of hubris, self-importance, and the root of all sin. He needs to be loud, obnoxious, arrogant, and outraged, if not violent, when he doesn’t get his way. Paradoxically, he also desperately needs people to like him. It’s well-documented that people with healthy relationships with their pride don’t do the grandiose “look at me, I’m so special” thing—their pride is self-evident, and exudes naturally. The people who do act incredibly shitty like this are compensating for a low self-esteem, declaring that they’re the best, that everything they do is the best, and that everyone should like them for being so obviously the best. This, of course, turns potential friends and companions away, and sends them further down into their spiral.

I took a great deal of (mostly tongue-in-cheek) inspiration from a Tweet by Sarah Hagi (that I can unfortunately not find the link to): “God, give me the confidence of a mediocre white dude.” I want Pride to be a critique of that guy you know, the one who acts like he’s the best thing since sliced bread, but isn’t really as great as he claims, and deep down he knows it. He hurts people to boost himself up, using his position of power over others to make himself feel more secure. Sure, he’s had pain, maybe even trauma, but he doesn’t want you to know that. It would be weak, in his mind, to admit that he has wounds so deep he can’t even look himself in the mirror.

So, as my protagonist, Pride needs to be fundamentally self-absorbed, taking pleasure in the pain of others, because he’s compensating for and masking a very deep emotional pain. I don’t want to be so black-and-white as to make the entire concept of “having pride” a strict evil, so over the course of the story I want to develop him into a healthier version of it. This would give him a very fulfilling arc—he begins the story as the negative expression of pride, hubris and self-importance and viciousness, and ends on the positive end of the spectrum, with genuine self-respect and confidence without needing to harm others. That’s a whole dang character with flaws and potential for growth if I do say so myself!

Obviously, I wasn’t quite done. Pride needed a pain to endure, something that would turn him into the vindictive little asshole we see before us. What better pain for a demon to have, what better way to turn them bitter against all of humanity and virtue, than to be cast out of Heaven by God for questioning His authority? Not only is Pride a demon, he’s one of the fallen angels who rebelled with Lucifer when he fell from Heaven.

My wonderful girlfriend, AuroBlaze, helped me solidify Pride’s appearance so I wouldn’t have to use the Picrew forever. The idea of him having the blond roots of his hair exposed was played as a joke, at first, because how funny would it be for him to always look like he had a shitty hair-dye job? But while we were talking, I realized it could be a brilliant metaphor for the very shoddy mask he wears to hide his aforementioned bitterness and trauma—especially if those exposed roots are the color his hair used to be as an angel, that won’t stay covered up, no matter how hard he tries.

EDITOR’S NOTE: The blond roots are still the color his hair was as an angel, but the reason they stick around is because it's essentially a magical scar. His dark hair stops right where it meets his horns, his broken halo. His former-holiness is burned into him, and can't be transformed or dyed away.

While we were discussing what I actually wanted his horns to look like, I solved a few world-building birds with one stone. The demons in this story, instead of just being goth angels, have their wings cut off by the other angels when they fall. Their halos are cracked in two, jammed into their heads, and become their horns, eternally smoking with once-holy fire. They grow tails from the trails of fire they leave as they fall to Hell, like the trail of a comet. They have several permanent reminders of the grace they lost.

Lo and behold, we have our final design:

[Tumblr version] [Instagram version]

Welcome to the world, Pride! You are a menace to society and will cause so much distress to everyone around you.

A few other details that I want to mention before we go: All demons have a secondary beast form they can transform into, either fully or partially (i.e. Pride can summon one monster arm if he wants). Compare this to angels having a human form and a “flaming wheel of eyes and fire” form. His horns and tail are also optional in this way—he can hide them from humans entirely if he wants. I won’t get deep into his powers or how this story’s version of magic works, but there’s a good chance I’ll make a separate post about it later.

EDITOR’S NOTE: You can see his beast form here, also drawn by AuroBlaze!

Also, for those of you waiting with bated breath for this: Pride will be explicitly bisexual in this book. I’m not quite sure how I’m going to bring it up yet, but I am very excited to populate this story with a lot of queer and trans characters, so it’ll be a topic at some point for sure.

On that note, there’s an internal war waging within me about whether or not I should make Pride trans. I’ve been on the fence about it for a while. Since he’s a multi-dimensional immortal creature who chose every detail of his body to his exact specifications, he wouldn’t need top surgery, hormones, or anything like that. It would just be the lower half that’s the contested zone. Normally, that wouldn’t be a big deal, but this story is a romance and there will be sex in it. So it’s unusually pressing!

The arguments against? I don’t want to perpetuate any harmful assumptions by making a trans character literally on the side of the devil. I already have more than a few trans side characters in the story, but I still don’t want to make any unfortunate comparisons in today’s landscape. There’s the whole “indoctrination” thing, tempting others to sin is a big part of his personal magic arsenal, don’t need to make too many jumps to get disingenuous there. There’s also the matter of my intended commentary—the “mediocre white man” stuff. While being trans wouldn’t make him less of a man, obviously, the kind of behavior I’m trying to critique is seen most often in cis white men. They use toxic masculinity as a shield because they’ve been told all their lives they aren’t allowed to show “weakness” in the form of emotional vulnerability, and hurting others is how they feel strong—like a “real man”—in the face of their pain. I don’t want to mess with the foundations of that critique, risk muddying it, or accidentally send a completely different message than I intended with such a delicate subject.

The arguments for are more self-indulgent. I am a huge fan of adding things to a story just because you like them, and something about Pride screams TRANS! at me. Trans men aren’t seen often in media, especially trans men who are visibly, vocally, and proudly gender non-conforming, and that representation is personally important to me. Also, trans men who don’t feel the need to get surgery are plenty scarce in the media landscape, which is again important to me personally. Beyond my personal investment, the metaphors I could play with regarding transness and fallen angels, and how toxic American Evangelical Christianity is to queer identities would tie in with a lot of other themes in the book. For any other story, that alone would be enough for me to shrug and make the change, but still I hesitate. Thoughts? Feelings? Advice? I’d love to hear it.

EDITOR’S NOTE: In the time since I wrote this post, I did decide to make Pride canonically a trans man. Once I started viewing him as trans, I couldn’t un-see it, and it became an inextricable part of him as a character. I do plan on tying in all of the above-mentioned metaphors into his character, and more. One of Pride’s arcs in the book is about his self-discovery—about becoming someone he actually wants to be, not tied down to anyone’s opinion of him, and growing into a person who doesn’t need to identify himself with his past trauma. It moves him so powerfully, he genuinely wants to be a human by the end of the book, something he once reviled because of how they stole God’s love from him. I think the growth, metaphor, and representation all come together to be more important than the “mediocre white man” thing, or any possible bad-faith readings of a trans character (which the inevitable dipshits will do no matter what).

WHEW, this one was a doozy. I guess I was really excited to introduce this story officially! Thanks for reading this ramble all the way to the end. And as always, thank you for your continued support!

See you next time for more Behind The Scenes action!

— Annika

#writeblr #original writing #writeblr community #amwriting #original characters #writers on tumblr #queer writers #prose #WIP #annika talks #Pride #Pride & Justice #P&J #P&J: Worldbuilding

[saltylandland]

Prove it (Chapter 2.5)

Yandere Dwayne x gn!Reader, Yandere TLB x gn!Reader

Word count: 1720

Warnings: canon typical violence, yandere, stalking, no smut yet, I didn’t edit most of this 🤡

Chapter summary: you get used to your job, while your schoolwork and social life crumbles.

Notes: I wanted to post the second chapter sooner so I left out important details for the 3rd chapter so have a 2.5 chapter lol. Also I’m somewhat back to writing! I got a spring course dumped on me at the last minute, I have to work to save enough money to move soon, and I got really sick :/, also this was meant to be short but turned into a full length chapter, oop- also this wasn’t edited as per usual lol

Prove it Masterlist

Over the next few weeks you’ve become more accustomed to your work at the rental store. Assist customers, collect returns, organize and restock shelves, close the cash and repeat. Despite working there for almost a month now you’ve never once been tasked with an opening shift, always assigned a closing shift or one that started in the late afternoon. On most nights it made sense, usually coming straight from school to the boardwalk. Although it was a bit strange how your schedule stayed the same even on the weekends, which indirectly isolated you from your friends. As they were mainly focused on parties, starting from when your shift starts into the early morning, then sleeping well past noon. It hurt you a bit that they showed no understanding or tried to hang out with you when you were available, but you felt no need to push for a different schedule when parties have never been your thing. You just hoped that the scheduling wasn’t a sign that Max doesn’t trust you.

An unexpected part of your routine would be the presence of that dark haired punk, Dwayne. Sometimes the other boys would tag along, sometimes as a group of two or three, rarely as a full unit, but Dwayne was always a constant. The boy would follow you around as you worked, with quiet small talk and trying to distract you as much as possible. At first it left you completely disoriented. The drastic change between personalities he would showcase, being rowdy and smirky with the other boys, then being stoic and awkward while following you around like a gothic puppy.

The most unexpected thing would be Max’s, and by extension, the rest of the staff’s blazé nature towards Dwayne’s presence. Despite being a nuisance when you are restocking and collecting returns, to being a downright terror to most when you have to assist customers; no one said a thing. Max purposely turns a blind eye, while Maria gives you a thumbs up as she takes over cash, still believing that your apprehension was shy affection. The rest of the employees simply work around you two, whether they’re going by their supervisor’s example or they are just too scared to confront him, Dwayne has become a permanent fixture to your daily routine.

-

It was a Friday night and you were starting to close up the shop, Dwayne of course right by your side as you did so. As you were walking towards the door to lock it, Dwayne of course watching you walk away, he couldn’t help but notice how nervous you looked. Simple mannerisms that screamed at him to dig deeper to the root issue. After much prodding you slowly admit that you have tomorrow off. Which you had booked in order for a chance to relax and catch up on late assignments and lectures, but your friends had convinced you to come to a friend of a friends party.

“It’s not like I don’t want to go per se…” you trailed off. ‘No you don’t’ Dwayne thought as you continued “I just don’t know many people in that kind of scene, ya know?” Dwayne thought for a moment, this was a sign that you have started to trust him, which was good, but he’d rather not have his daily dose of attention taken away from him, he was sure you’d only get hurt in a place like this. So he suggested that he should come with, at your hesitation he reassures you that those types of parties you don’t need a formal invite. Just to lay it on thicker Dwayne hints that he doesn’t have many friends either, which he could tell sticks with you. You internally agree, Dwayne has never talked about anyone else besides his small group of buddies. He had never shown any sadness towards this but maybe that’s why he’s been reaching out to you? His looks and personality could definitely shun others away. In that moment, you felt empathy as that familiar pang of loneliness has always been present with you. So you agreed.

-

It was only a few minutes after you arrived that your worst fears had come true. Coming with your friends so you could hangout with them had quickly gone to shit, despite making them swear up and down that they’d stick together, they all quickly went in separate directions. Thus leaving you all along in the living room of a stranger’s house. Looking around you notice that the party goers were not the same boardwalk crowd you’ve gotten used to. On some level you were relieved as there were no surf nazi’s around, but being surrounded by the preppy, predominantly upper class high school kids didn’t soothe your nerves either. Wandering around for the better half of an hour, you’ve made some small talk with some classmates you recognize, walked in on two couples, and befriended the Guinea pigs in one of the stranger’s rooms. Finally, you settled back on the couch in the living room. Unfortunately, you were sat next to this overly pda couple as you tried to figure out what to do next. Just as you were about to get up to find one of your friends, the boys walked in sticking out like a sore thumb. Instantly they grabbed all the attention in the room, your hopes that they’d be deterred away from the preppy party was quickly dashed as Dwayne locked eyes with yours instantly. Almost as soon as he saw you, the boys had swooped in and surrounded you, the rest of the party goers parting like the Red Sea. Even the PDA couple quickly scattered as Dwayne sat beside you on your right, Marko sitting on the couch arm rest on your left, Paul squatting in front of you by your legs and David standing above you all, partially blocking your view of the rest of the party as he slightly leaned over your frame.

The next half hour was a blur as you tried your best to sink into the couch cushions. Giving you no time to breathe as they monopolized your attention, quickly flustering you as your chest hammers with a concerning fight or flight instinct flowing through you. As you lean away they lean closer, each of them going to touch you in some sort of way as they almost speak too fast for you to understand. You couldn’t tell if you were getting confused because of the way they were switching topics quickly or if they’re teasing was too much. David grabbing and playing with the end of your hair as he spoke quietly. While Dwayne had grabbed your right hand, playing with your fingers as he mostly listened. The other two were more rambunctious, Marko poking and pinching your sides, almost tickling you every so often, and Paul rested his left hand on your knee. Their cold hands on your body feeling way too personal and possessive. After a while Marko runs off and gets you a drink at David’s command, and you sipped it slowly every so often to heed their intense stares.

In any other circumstances this would’ve drove you crazy, but the sudden presence of your friends suddenly interjecting into your circle was relieving. You knew what their intentions were the moment one of them learned their upper half onto Dwayne’s chest, but you couldn’t care less. There was a strange nagging feeling in the back of your head that urged you to snap at your friends, to feel jealous as the boys entertained your friends flirting in front of you. But the moment you couldn’t feel anyones eyes on you, you booked it out of the living room.

Now temporarily out of the lion’s den, you look for another exit outside that won’t be fenced off. Before you found one, you had made your way to the kitchen. Grabbing at one of the cups, you down it quickly, looking for a way to calm your adrenaline. Before you could even ponder why you felt a rush of adrenaline, a small cheer beside you had you turning towards the noise. It was a classmate of yours, Thomas. You vaguely remember a small crush you had on him in freshmen year. A bit embarrassed that you were caught chugging a drink in front of someone you knew, you let it slip that you were looking for an alternative exit -ran into an ex in the living room- you lie. Whether he believes you or not, you honestly don’t care, but with his invitation he helps you find a side door to leave the house. You allow him to escort you home.

You two walk along the sidewalk and Thomas eventually brings up the boys, and you answer honestly. That they hang around the boardwalk a lot, you had to help them out a few times so maybe they just gravitated towards someone they recognized. You left out how you invited Dwayne for reasons you don’t know, feeling an urge to distance your friendship(ish?) away from Thomas. Seemingly surprised, he asks you what had been circling around the party. At your confused look he continued on. That there was talk that you were sleeping with all the boys. Seeing your face contort into horror and embarrassment, he assures that anyone with half a brain could tell it was horseshit, that you obviously looked uncomfortable. Finally speaking up you ponder why someone would do that, you weren’t popular but you definitely weren’t hated either, it was like picking on an ant. Looking up ahead, Thomas ponders out loud “I guess you’re lucky you have good friends, one of your friends had defended you when they heard it, and they must’ve tried to take the attention off of you by distracting those boys.” At that you almost wanted to agree with him, but even Thomas’ tone wasn’t convincing.

You two didn’t talk for the rest of the walk, by the time you had reached your house you felt extraordinarily tired and dizzy. Chalking it up to the party wearing you out, you wave to Thomas as you make your way inside your house, locking the door behind you. Kicking off your shoes, you barely made it to your couch in the living room. Instantly falling asleep as your head hit the cushion.

#the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #tlb 1987 #tlb dwayne #yandere the lost boys #yandere tlb #tlb fanfic #tlb marko #david tlb #tlb paul #poly lost boys x reader #posties

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sons (a yugioh fic)

a short uneven study on grandpa’s relationship with joey wheeler. i’ve never found a way to make him officially adopt him, but here we are. i didn’t do any editing and wrote it at 4am without fact checking the canon and mixing in a lot of half-formed headcanons for just about every character. i think it’s time to break into grandpa’s character

Title: sons Rating: G Characters: Muto Sugoroku, Jounouchi Katsuya, Muto Yugi Word Count: 2144 Warnings: Vague mentions to abusive parents and bullying Summary: Sugoroku wants to protect the children in his care, but sometimes all you can do is let them grow. A short introspection into his relationship with Jounouchi.

The first time Yugi had brought Jounouchi to his door, Sugoroku hadn’t known what to make of him. On the outside he was, in his own words, a punk. Bleached hair faded to uneven roots, knuckles bruised and calloused, his uniform unbuttoned with a casual distaste for authority. In short, he looked a lot like Sugoroku himself at that age. Aimless and lashing out, boys like that often just needed a little direction.

Similar things could be said about Yugi, of course. Sugoroku had taken in his grandson at a young age, at first to help his daughter and then to rescue him from her care entirely. But Yugi was soft. Gentle. As a child, too tomboyish for those around him, and then, after they’d sat down and chosen a name together, too effeminate. Sugoroku did what he could to protect the boy. A lifetime of less-than-savory behavior left him with a number of tricks up his sleeve. But children could only be shielded so much, and eventually Yugi had to go out into the world. He didn’t talk about the bullies, about the bruises, about the times his toys came home broken or missing. He was soft, but he had strength. Sugoroku recognized his sharp mind and his own wavering desires, which was why he gave him the puzzle box in the first place. A leftover trinket, he’d assumed, nothing more. But it kept his hands busy and his mind at work. There were few things in this world Yugi loved more than a game, and he always played until he beat it. So far, he remained undefeated.

Yugi never mentioned the missing piece, but Sugoroku had seen it all the same. Another day where his grandson came home with shoulders slumped, mouth downturned, feet dragging. Another day when he’d come home with hidden bruises and torn clothes. Getting the boy to talk about it was more difficult than unlocking the puzzle box. For him, it was a fact of life, and while it made for bad days, it never shook Yugi for long. A few days later, he was in high spirits again, showing off the completed puzzle to his grandfather.

And then after that, Jounouchi arrived.

Loud, brusque, uncensored. Jounouchi teased and prodded, grew angry with a word, calmed with another. Yugi brought him to the shop to show him the games they had. Sugoroku had watched as his grandson walked him around the shop, pointing out his favorites, showing off game pieces, badgering his grandfather to reveal his more rare or limited options. Jounouchi dazzled. Despite his boorish attitude and aggressive physicality, Sugoroku recognized a kindred spirit to his grandson. Two lonely boys looking to play a game together.

Things changed.

No longer were Yugi’s shoulders slumped, and the bullies seemed to back off. It didn’t take long for Sugoroku to put the pieces together. Where Yugi didn’t talk, Jounouchi talked plenty, and he often came into the store to find the two of them laughing as he mimed punching out another brute at school. Yugi had more than a new friend, he had a bodyguard. Yugi had taken one of his bullies and turned him around on the others. Anzu had mentioned it idly as she waited for Yugi downstairs, her own distaste for Jounouchi obvious, but a kernel of begrudging admiration. She’d been Yugi’s protector up until now, but high school meant new horizons, new interests, and less time. She’d seemed almost relieved to have someone else stand up for him, and Jounouchi’s friend as well. Loyalty ran deep between the four of them. It lightened Sugoroku’s heart.

Of course he’d been there. Sugoroku had loved learning and hated school. He’d fought, dyed his hair, stole, done anything and everything he could to be rejected by those around him. If it weren’t for a stern teacher and a book on Egypt, things might’ve ended up a lot different. Yugi himself only cared about the things that interested him, with low grades despite a quick mind and an ability to remember details Sugoroku quickly forgot. Games were the thing he liked, so Sugoroku gave him games. And Jounouchi seemed to enjoy them as well. He blundered more, didn’t think much on strategy but had a stalwart need to throw himself at every problem. Quick fingers meant he was better at cards. So when the new set of Duel Monsters packs arrived, he showed them to Yugi, who took them to school. As though it was any surprise when all four arrived to learn more.

There was a lot more to the game than even Sugoroku could realize. If he’d known how much it would consume the lives of the children in his care, he might have chosen something else. His own life was put into danger again and again, but that was par for the course. Besides, his grandson seemed to gain a new, invisible friend, one that occasionally made appearances at the dinner table, or when Sugoroku was showing off a new game to his grandson. Sugoroku took it in stride, same as he had everything else. And the boys blossomed.

It was Jounouchi himself who became determined to master the game. Yugi had a mind for strategy and a patience unrivaled, but Jounouchi had the same problems he always did. He valued strength and monsters and stumbled over magic cards. Time and time again he lost at the playmat, and each time he shuffled his cards and demanded a rematch. Yugi was smart but not much of a teacher. Sugoroku had stepped in.

The thing he loved most about card games was the time. Of course, there were quick games, but Sugoroku’s own favorites involved contemplation and knowing your opponent. So he sat across the playmat from Jounouchi and started to learn. It wasn’t difficult at first. Jounouchi was unfiltered and wore his heart on his sleeve. No wonder the boy had learned to fight. He was like a raw nerve, reactive to everything, surprisingly sensitive. Like Yugi, he faced his own bevy of bullies and brutes. While Yugi remained a stone in a river, Jounouchi had nearly washed away. As much as he spouted off the first thing that came to his head, more things lay deep underneath, careful guarded secrets he didn’t share easily. He was determined to forget his past, even when it reared its ugly head, and so he didn’t talk about it. Sugoroku was one of the few people that completely understood.

His home life was something else entirely.

“He doesn’t say anything,” Yugi had said when pushed. “But it’s his dad. I don’t think he’s home half the time, and when he is…”

It made sense. Jounouchi wasn’t part of any after school clubs, and he worked jobs where he could, and he never wanted to go home. When he didn’t work, he would spend his after school time with Yugi or his big friend, sometimes at the shop, sometimes at the mall, sometimes wandering Domino to find something to do. Whatever kept him on his feet, kept him moving.

Sugoroku had ensured his home was safe for his young grandson. If Jounouchi had nowhere to be, he would make sure he would be here.

“Training begins,” he’d announced, slapping down a deck of cards. “You want to be a duelist, don’t you?”

Yugi had shown Jounouchi the tournaments, and they watched televised ones from America, where Pegasus J. Crawford lorded over an arena. Sugoroku had turned up his nose at the spectacle. Crawford was the same as always, all showmanship, a ringmaster of his own circus. But the two boys watched, entranced. Jounouchi had announced that he’d be in that arena some day. It was the first hint at a future Sugoroku had seen, and so he challenged him. Jounouchi had yet to back down from a challenge.

Sugoroku could be a strict teacher. He didn’t hold back on strategy. The first few times Jounouchi played his cards, it was over in five turns. Then ten. When new packs came in, the boys would pick theirs, and he saw Jounouchi look at them more critically. But where Yugi waited and struck when the time was right, Jounouchi was head on. Best to build him a deck that played to his strategy. Warrior creatures with cards that heightened their attack power, defenders that could shield his life points from stronger monsters. And when he couldn’t win by force, he employed a little trickery. Skull Dice and Graceful Dice made their way into his deck. Sugoroku, who’d always been a gambler at heart, couldn’t be prouder.

Victories were never easy. Their journeys took them far away. Sometimes, Sugoroku tried to follow, still seeking to protect his grandson and his friend. Sometimes, all he could do was hope. They had allies everywhere, and both Yugi and Jounouchi made friends of their enemies. It was their greatest strength in the end.

And in between, Sugoroku made room at the table. Jounouchi spent most of his free time at the shop, or in Yugi’s room, or cleaning up around the place in gratitude. Dinners were now served to an extra seat, sometimes two, sometimes three, and then even more showed up at the door. Otogi’s child appearing had been something of a shock, and Jounouchi’s sister joined them once or twice. Whenever Mai Valentine was in town, she kicked up her heels on Sugoroku’s furniture and challenged the old man to a game. Lots of draws there. She was a tricky one.

Yugi seemed exhausted by the game after his adventures, but Jounouchi never wavered. It was after graduation that he sat across the table from Sugoroku and started laying out cards. They didn’t say much the first few rounds. All the kids were tired. Yugi was working at the shop full time until he found a path to follow, and Anzu had made her way to America. Honda was expected to take a job with his father, though he dragged his feet on it. He fiddled with Kaiba Corp technology, repairing Jounouchi’s old Duel Disk and opening up the holographic projectors to see how they worked. The world was a different place now, but the kids were still growing.

Jounouchi was no longer the live wire that Sugoroku had known. He was still excitable, easy to read, and devoted a little too much to chance, but adulthood opened new challenges for him, and new opportunities. Sugoroku would be there, as he always had, determined to make the world a little kinder to his boys.

“I got an invite to some tournament,” Jounouchi said as he laid down a monster card. “There’s prize money involved.”

“You’ve already won a lot of money,” Sugoroku said. He laid out a defense, holding off until he could hold the cards he needed in his hands.

Jounouchi smiled. “Nothing wrong with getting a little more.”

He knew Mai had already talked with him at length about the life of a professional duelist. It wasn’t easy to make a living on, but if others could do it, why couldn’t Jounouchi? And besides, if things were rocky, or he needed help, Sugoroku could always make a bed for him.

“It’s in Australia,” he announced and laid a card face down. “I’ve never been.”

Sugoroku had been to most places on the planet, even the remote ones. “You’ll have a lot of fun there.”

Finally the cards were in his hand. He played them strategically, ready to summon his monster. With one card, it’d set off a chain reaction that would readily win him the hand.

And of course, in response, Jounouchi played Roulette Spider. An absolute crock of a card. Sugoroku laughed every time. It could destroy anyone on the playmat, including the person who placed it down, but Jounouchi never backed down from a challenge, no matter his chances.

One hit knocked Sugoroku’s life points to zero. Incredible.

“You’ve come a long way,” he laughed. Holding out his hand to Jounouchi, he added, “You’ve got a long way to go.”

Jounouchi stared at his palm, eyes wide. He closed his own hand over his, and the two shook, a single strong mark of respect. And then all at once, Jounouchi was across the table, his arms wrapped around Sugoroku. He hugged the old man, who smiled and hugged him back.

“Thank you,” Jounouchi said, earnestly, honestly. It carried a weight that Sugoroku was prepared to hold.

Only two months after Anzu had boarded a plane to tearful goodbyes, Jounouchi did the same. He’d be back, at least, though Yugi’s spirits were low. One more goodbye. Sugoroku made dinner for those that remained behind. It was a sad celebration, but he knew the truth. His sons would always come back to him. One way or another, they’d find their way home.

#i have a lot of grandpa headcanons that i need to jot down #the timeline of duel monsters is so shaky too i feel like he was there for everything #anyway enjoy #fanfic #Sugoroku Mutou #yugi mutou #yugi muto #Jounouchi Katsuya #joey wheeler

[svartalfhild]

The fact that there is a SEVERE lack of Ashton x Laudna headcanons/support after this recent episode PAINS ME.

Come on!

The emotionally charged insistence to be willing to do ANYTHING to bring her back?

The clear reluctance of leaving her when others called for help?

The continual quietly bringing up seeking out the person who already “owns” him because of their debt because he’s perfectly happy to get even deeper if it means they can see Laudna as a living and happy person again?

I could go on, but there is SO MUCH breadcrumbs Talisen is feeding the critters that is going ignored!

It doesn’t help that last night Ihad a dream that Ashton is finally confessing to Laudna of their feelings and it’s so painfully sweet and romantic and heartfelt, only she gets a little distracted because she somehow can turn invisible now and she’s super excited about it, and while Ashton is jokingly wondering to himself why they are in love with this goofball, she surprises him with a little kiss on the lips and wanders off giggling to show everyone else her new trick, while Ashton is hilariously rooted to the spot staring after her, his lips curiously dyed a similar dark inky color to Laudna’s magic goop 😅

I feel you, Anon. I think a lot of people are too focused on Laudna's bond with Imogen to consider Ashton, who so obviously cares deeply about Laudna in ways he doesn't about any of the other Bells Hells, even FCG, whom he's known the longest. He goes out of his way to look out for her. He pays attention to her. He always notices when she's having a hard time and tries to help her. He tells her he likes her, all of her, and has made that clear repeatedly since day one.

All of that is remarkable enough, considering Ashton's attitudes towards attachment and most other people generally, but their reaction to Laudna's death is truly significant and revealing. This crotchety, abrasive punk, who went through so much to get free of Hexum, said they would be happy to be immediately plunged back into debt if it would save Laudna's life, without a moment's hesitation. They are desperate not to lose her. "We will fucking fix this." You could not have a clearer indication that Laudna means the world to them. God the "tell Hexum I will doing anything" fucking broke me.

I'm also kind of obsessed with how Ashton's behaviour runs parallel to Imogen's. Imogen is the recognized Closest Person To Laudna™, but so much of Ashton's behaviour shows he's just as devastated as her, though he processes it differently. I think the best moment that illustrates that is when he wants to put her in the hole to protect her body and Imogen snaps at him to carry her. He's thinking of the most practical way to keep Laudna's body from harm, because the more quickly and efficiently he can handle everything, then the faster Laudna can be saved, but Imogen's thinking of it as undignified, Laudna's body deserving more than to be thrown in a hole. And then Ashton sees Imogen's point immediately and carries Laudna without argument, because they both want Laudna to have everything she is due. And neither of them wanna leave her. And oh man the bit where Ashton asked Imogen to trust them, like they're asking her if she trusts that they'll do anything for Laudna and never do anything to intentionally hurt or disrespect her.

I super need to see Ashton contribute to Laudna getting resurrected, because I very much want to hear what he'd have to say to her to coax her soul back to her body.

Anyway! Thank you for popping in, Anon. That's a lovely dream and I severely hope we get to see some cute moments with them in the future.

#Critical Role #CR Ashna #CR Gravestone #Ashton x Laudna #Laudna x Ashton #CR spoilers #ask

[eddiemsbitch]

ik you’re going through your requests rn but i was wondering if you could write another das eddie fic where he has everyone over for a dnd campaign and like athena is supposed to be asleep but she wakes up and eddie just lets her sit on his lap so she can go back to sleep or something idk

how did you know what I was doing 0.0 but I just can't turn down dad! Eddie and I've been excited about writing another story about him

Game night with the guest of honor - Eddie x Reader

Summary: After a few weeks of Eddie staying at your house, Athena, your 3 year old finally convinced you to let Eddie watch her at his trailer, plus you had work while he had a dnd campaign, and volunteered.

Warnings: Fluffiness, just a warning I have never been able to play dnd because of my pea sized brain so i'm sorry for any mistakes about the game.

Rushing through the house you tried to gather your and Athena's things, you were twenty minutes late to work and Athena was not cooperating in any way. "Please! I just need you to put your shoes on, Honey! I'm late late and if mommy doesn't have a job she can't buy you toys!" You whimpered trying to reason with the screaming toddler "I want Eddie! I want my Eddie!" She screamed repeatedly kicking rapidly anytime you came close to her "Sweetheart, we told you Eddie will be back after his game, it's really important to him and his friend's are counting on him, he'll be there to pick you up from Max's, you like Max remember?" You explained sitting in the hallway starting to tear up, she had been like this since Eddie left, you sympathized her because the poor girl just wanted her friend back. Jumping up when the landline rung loudly, wiping your face quickly before you answered "Hey Sweetheart..I called to che- Is that Athena crying?" Eddie asked quickly asked hearing your daughter's wails "Yes..but I promised I've got it under control..Max Mayfield is gonna watch her while I'm at work..She knows if it gets too much you're right next door" You explained "I'm about to bring her over there now..Just have fun at your Campaign okay? I'm rooting for you boys" You smiled leaning against the wall "o..okay..I will baby you know I always do..Can I talk to her before you go?.." He asked, and just for a split second you thought you heard his voice crack, handing the phone to your toddler she put it up to her ear sniffling "H-he'yo?" She lisped wiping her face holding your leg as you took your opportunity to put her socks and shoes on her "Hello pretty girl, It's Eddie..why are you bein such a punk for mommy huh?" He asked glancing outside of his window noticing Dustin and Mike getting off their bikes heading towards his door. "I-I want you to come home" Athena whimpered making your heart melt "I will once I get this game done okay? Remember I told you about the story of the seven guys who went on that awesome adventure? We gotta figure out how the story ends tonight" Eddie explained hearing Athena's small gasp "They have to win, Ebbie!" She yelled into the phone, you could hear Eddie's chuckle through the phone "I'll make sure to tell them they have to win for you sweetheart" Eddie smiled "You gotta help mommy though, she's gotta get you to a babysitter okay? I love you so so much" Eddie said softly trying to reason with her without upsetting her "....okaaay" She sighed "I lobe you too, Ebbie!" Athena yelled as Eddie ended the call to let the two freshman in.

Once Athena got to Max's she was fine for about..maybe an hour and a half before it finally hit her that her mom had left, tears welled up in her eyes as she stood in the middle of Max's living room staring at the door "M-Mommy" her small voice whimpered looking around, her movements getting more frantic thinking maybe it was just hide and seek and you were just hiding very well. "Hey honey, Mommy had to go to work but I'm here...we can..watch tv or..have a dance party..go outside and feed the doggy?" Max listed off, Athena sniffled nodding a bit "Doggy?" She asked, Max smiled in victory picking Athena up swiftly carrying her outside towards the fence smiling at the small dog who barked loudly. Athena was interested and played with the small dog for about ten minutes before she had noticed Eddie's van parked across the parking lot, in a quick second Athena had taken off, Max not far behind, panicking that Eddie would be upset and tell you about having Athena outside this late at night. Eddie was inside watching the group huddle together discussing what exactly they should do next "You know, there is no shame in running" Eddie teased smirking at them, loud rapid knocks on the door made his head snap towards the direction of the front door, confused on who the hell was knocking on his door like that, then as soon as he started walking towards the door the thought of Athena at Max's crossed his mind and he rushed to the door faster throwing open the door looking at the crying toddler on his doorstep. He quickly picked her up looking around for Max, seeing her not long after Athena running up to the door "I-I'm sorry! I-I was trying to show her the dog a-and she saw your van a-and I know Dustin had said something about a campaign tonight" Max rambled, on the verge of tears herself thinking Eddie was going to start yelling about how she was irresponsible and should've kept a better eye on the small child "Hun it's alright...I'm not mad, i've got drinks and snacks in here if you wanna come hang out for a bit?..We're not quite finished with our game but I've got a tv and shit?" Eddie offered giving Max a small side hug rubbing her shoulder slightly as an attempt to assure the teenager it was alright. Max agreed following Eddie inside who carried Athena towards his living room to introduce her to the guys. "Everybody, this is Y/n's daughter, Athena, she's gonna hang out here for a bit so let's try and keep the yelling to a minimum" Eddie explained, Athena clung onto Eddie looking at the others sitting in the room "Ebbie is my daddy" She smiled pointing towards the curly haired man that was holding her "Are you actually?" Dustin asked his eyes widening towards his friend shocked at the information the toddler had just let out "Not biologically, but I mean...I'm dating her mom and Athena and I are like two peas in pod" Eddie explained, Dustin gasping and waving excitedly towards the redhead sitting on Eddie's couch.

Taking in Athena's exhausted state he glanced at the boys "Listen, give me five and I'll be back, She's obviously tired and I want her to have enough sleep" Eddie explained taking Athena to his bedroom laying her down laying next to her, within three minutes of laying in the dark Athena was fast asleep cuddled into Eddie's blankets.

You got off work around nine-thirty and made it to Eddie's by nine-forty five, tired and just wanting to go to bed with your daughter and boyfriend. Walking through the door you saw the sweetest scene you possibly could, Eddie was on his chair holding a fast asleep Athena in his arms, his voice was soft, deep and quiet "You all go deeper into the dark cavern..You are stopped in your tracks by Vecna himself, his thousands of bats swarming your group, do you charge and fight?..or do you flee?" Eddie said dramatically reading off the game card glancing at you smiling, rushing over while the group huddled to decide their last decision of the game. "Hey sweetheart, sorry I'm late, the battle lasted longer than anticipated but the boys are fighting strong" Eddie explained pecking your lips swaying Athena in his arms slightly "When did she come over?" You asked motioning to a passed out Max on the couch and towards Athena "Athena noticed my van and found me..fell asleep around.. eight?.. woke back up and helped me narrate some of the campaign then fell back asleep about nine" Eddie explained to you "Max just stuck around because she felt horrible about ‘disturbing’ our game” he added on watching you nod and slowly start to wake Max up “hey hun..you’re good to go home..I’ll walk you over..I appreciate you so much for watching her, I owe you one” you said as she sat up starting to put her shoes back on, Max hummed In acknowledgement and followed you out the door and towards her trailer.

Eddie walked over to the table holding Athena who started to toss and turn in his arms again, her eyes opening and looking around taking in her surroundings. She sat up in his arms blinking the tiredness out of her eyes as she saw the others surrounding the table “we’re gonna fight.” Dustin said looking at Eddie and Erica, their newest member of Hellfire. By the time you got back to the trailer everybody inside was cheering loudly and hugging each other, you raised your eyebrows walking through the door smiling as they danced around Athena “Y/n! She’s gotta come every campaign!” Dustin cheered happily hugging Athena, Eddie walking up to you pecking your lips “what…happened?..while I was gone?..” you asked giggling “Athena rolled the wining dice” Eddie whispered filling you in hugging you from behind, you smiled brightly “I’m so happy for you guys, Eddie” Your voice came out as a whisper, holding Eddie’s arms as he swayed “I think we should live together” he whispered to you after a moment, holding his breath as he waited for your reply “Okay..I..I like that idea..and I don’t think Athena would oppose either” you chuckled watching the three year old giggle and jump around with the others not really understanding why they were all so happy about her throwing the weird shape, normally you’d lecture her about throwing things.

Honestly eddie and Dustin are the best most chaotic friendship :’) as always lmk what you think

#eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson #eddie x reader stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader

[sinfulcreep]

Casper Darling v Ripley Kiddo

tags: high school, bully/victim, Control au, Casper Darling, Ripley Kiddo

9/4

There was something special about today. Rip could feel it. He walked down the hall side by side with Ana who he'd been complaining at through the morning. School was grating his nerves. It felt like too much already; too much reading, too much writing, too many expectations, not nearly enough entertainment. Worse yet, there was a wise guy in his math class. Wise guys made Rip feel dumb. He didn't like feeling dumb.

It was just then, at the peak of his annoyance and frustration, that Rip spotted the geek from the other day. Rip's heart was gripped with delight. He smiled his twisted little smile. It could only mean one thing.

Ana clearly took notice of her friend’s change in mood. Rip didn’t even have to point out who he had seen. She caught on fast. “I think that guy’s in need of some trouble.” Ana cooed.

Ripley agreed and then he changed. His shoulders squared, his eyes narrowed. Punk to predator. He weaved and slid between the other students. With eyes locked on his target he closed the gap. Casper had just finished up in his locker when there came a malicious purr in his ear.

“Hey, geek.”

Rip stood close. Imposing. His closeness forced Casper to shrug his shoulders, forced him to shrink, as he turned. There was no way to get small enough. No way to disappear. His arm brushed against Rip’s chest. “Hey, Rip.” As if pleasantries would make it easier. “How are you today…” Rip paused. He grabbed Casper by the wrist and lifted his arm to read the notebook clutched there. A chuckle escaped him, “Darling.”

Casper didn't know how to answer. What answer would get him the least amount of shit. As the silence stretched Rip looked less amused and more annoyed. Rip could feel a rising defiance in the silence. He smiled wider. Baring his teeth at uncooperative prey.

 “You have real shit manners,” he snarled. 

This guy couldn't even play it up a little? Rip didn't mind playing with his food. If the guy wasn't going to give a reaction Rip would get one.

“You could use a couple lessons in etiquette.”

Rip bumped Casper’s arm and sent his notebooks tumbling. Casper let his arms go limp at his sides. He stayed silent. If he could help it he wouldn't play along. Casper wouldn't prod the beast, oh no. The last thing Rip needed was a good reason.

It didn't matter. Rip was determined. Now he was a little pissed too.

Casper finally piped up. “Listen, we don't have to–” He gasped. Casper was cut off by a blunt, digging pain in his gut. Rip had punched him. Hard. Casper thought for a terrible moment that he was going to hurl. As he slumped from the pain and shock he felt himself being lifted up. Rip had him by the belt loops.

“Consider this lesson number one,” Rip said as he marched down the hallway. “No back talk.”

Rip stopped at the end of the hall and dropped Casper into the garbage can there. Ana came up behind them. In her hand was Casper’s backpack. With a smirk she handed it to Rip who tore the zippers open. Casper could hear him rooting around.

“Nothing fun,” Rip said eventually, peering into the trash bin. “Trash with the trash. Fuckin’ loser.”

Casper could only barely cover his face while Rip upturned his bag and dumped the contents into the bin with their owner. Ana's snickering rang in Rip’s ears. Validation.

Ana touched Rip’s arm. “Let's go.”

Rip nodded and they walked away together. Rip wanted to ditch class for the rest of the day. They had gotten what they wanted. Ana was laughing and Rip felt better.‘This is gonna be fun.’ Rip thought to himself. ‘I think I’ll be seeing him again.’

#my post #Control fanfic #Rip v Casper fic

[sitp-recs]

hi :) i simply adore your blog and your fic recs are so spot on, you’ve made me fall back in love with drarry and hp. I rly love reading a fic before I go to sleep but I end up picking a 70k word one and end up staying up much longer than I wanted to so could you possibly recommend me any fics max 15k words, with a happy ending pls i need the cuteness to help me sleep 🥰 Thanku so so much xx

Hi anon! Thanks so much, I’m thrilled to know I had a small part in making you fall back in love with Drarry, that’s amazing! And what a mood lol I used to pick long fics before bed too, it’s a mighty trap 😂 I’ve read many short fics in the last year so I decided to go for these delightful and not-as-popular shorts, with excellent build up and happy endings. Perfect bedtime reads in my opinion! I got a bit too excited with this list so I’ll call it 31 Bedtime Reads! One for each day of the month ;) enjoy!

The Long Fall by @tackytigerfic (2021, M, 3.6k)

It's supposed to be a simple house renovation, and maybe it's just the paint fumes, but Harry is feeling dizzy around Draco Malfoy. And what's the real meaning of family, anyway?

oxygen by @maesterchill (2020, T, 4k)

Draco doesn’t smoke. Except when he needs to breathe.

A Charitable Christmas by Alisanne (2017, E, 5.6k)

Hermione’s plans to raise money for war orphans do not meet with Harry’s approval. Fortunately, Draco steps in to help him come up with a much more enjoyable strategy.

Harmony (Left-Handed Melody Remix) by mindabbles (2010, M, 5.8k)

He is the last person Draco was expecting, but then again, this is not a place Draco ever expected to be.

Vintage by momatu (2017, T, 7k)

Of all of the vineyards, in all of the regions, in all of France, Draco's blasted editor sends him to Potter's...

Our Ordinary Days by Lomonaaeren (2012, M, 8k)

Two men, both fathers of sons, meet in a bookshop. And the rest is the kind of history that doesn't make history.

Ice Snakes, Glow-worms and Wolverine Stew by khalulu (2015, M, 8.4k)

Harry Potter apparently wants to talk to Draco about something, but odd events keep getting in the way of that conversation – and bringing them closer together.

The Page Eleven Wars by fireflavored (2010, E, 8.5k)

In a gossip-hungry post-war Wizarding World, Rita Skeeter has a wildly successful column in the Daily Prophet known as Page Eleven. Naturally, her favourite targets are the poster boys of the two sides of the war: Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter.

Blind Date by JosephineStone (2016, T, 8.6k)

Draco’s been working with Harry for years when another one of his relationships goes stale. He has to be married within a year, and though the WizNet has burned him in the past, Draco finds a new possibility in man as desperate to marry as he is.

Stories in E Minor by @huldrejenta (2014, E, 8.7k)

Draco has found his place in the Muggle world. He's got his music, he's got his neighbours and he is content. Until a certain someone from the past enters his life again.

Life goes not backward by @shealwaysreads (2020, T, 8.8k)

Harry still isn’t used to gifts, but this one is different. A story of coming home, finding safe ground, and the wild courage of putting down roots.

Til Our Compass Stands Still by china_nightingale (2018, M, 9k)

Harry and Draco eventually realise that things don't always go to plan, even if it's a plan they've been carefully crafting to keep themselves safe from each other.

The Interest Here by disapparater (2015, T, 9k)

Draco has his own morning show on the wireless, which he loves; an ambitious assistant, whom he needs; and days in The Tea Shop, where he relaxes. He also has a new caller on the show, whom he finds bloody annoying.

Tidings of Comfort series by @blamebrampton (2012, G, 10k)

When a man is tired of London, he is tired of life. Luckily for Draco Malfoy, London has places where the tired can rest and recover.

Sweet Indulgence by @the-sinking-ship (2020, E, 10k)

It doesn't matter that Marcy from Accounting is dancing on the tables, Shacklebolt is wearing antlers, and Elliot from Transportation is on his third round of Mariah Carey on karaoke because all the free champagne in the world won't salvage the Ministry Christmas party for Draco if Potter doesn't show up soon.

Settle in in my slow-burning heart by orphan_account (2015, NR, 10k)

Five years after the war Draco is working a tech developer job in the Auror Office, and it's all great except this one thing: Harry Potter works there, too.

Adventures in Truth and Texting by @fluxweeed (2020, E, 11k)

Former Death Eaters are being targeted with a Veritaserum curse – it’s permanent, and makes victims speak aloud their every thought. Luckily, it’s easier to control when writing.

fine i'll hold my breath / til i forget it's complicated by teatrolley (2015, NR, 11k)

Harry and Draco become friends with benefits, and Harry thinks it's more complicated than it actually is.

Rebuilding Draco Malfoy by khasael (2011, E, 11k)

Draco wants to do something to get his life back on track, but no-one seems to be taking him seriously – until he finds himself in an Auror training session led by Harry Potter.

Cold Like Fire by QueenofThyme (2012, M, 12k)

Head Auror Harry Potter had no problem with mandatory consent training for his team. He’d actually been looking forward to it, that is, until he discovered who the teacher was.

What’s My Age Again? by @lazywonderlvnd (2018, E, 12k)

Harry Potter has had enough of pleasing the public, and his reckless tendencies are finally getting out of hand.

Title of Their Sex Tape by @cibeewastaken (2020, T, 12k)

What are the Wizarding world's most elite law enforcers doing when they aren't catching criminals? It seems Auror Malfoy is often caught throwing food into Auror Potter's mouth when he's mid-yawn.

Kill, Fuck, Marry by @lettersbyelise (2018, E, 12.6k)

Harry and Draco unexpectedly meet again on Draco’s birthday, years after their last encounter.

The Year of Non-Magical Thinking by whiskyandwildflowers (2018, E, 13k)

“I don't know what I'm going to do, Potter. I'll think of something. So will you. But this is my journey to self-actualization," Draco managed to smirk. "You can fuck off and get your own."

Evolution by @potteresque-ire Pie (2013, M, 13k)

Draco Malfoy was condemned to live a Muggle’s life for his three-year probation. His wand was locked away, and he was forbidden to set foot in Wizarding Britain until Hermione Granger secured a job for him in the Aurors’ stock room.

Plan Alphabet by @xx-thedarklord-xx (2019, T, 14k)

After realizing that his feelings for Harry were unfortunately real, Draco embarks on a foolproof—yes, Longbottom, foolproof—plan to woo Potter.

Countdown by dysonrules (2013, M, 14k)

When the Wizarding world is plagued by random outbreaks of Dark Magic, the Ministry assigns Curse-Breakers to assist Auror teams on their missions.

All Roads Lead Home by @dracogotgame (2015, G, 15k)

Draco is strong-armed into spending the first Christmas after the War with the Weasleys. And Harry Potter.

Espresso Patronum by @tasteofshapes (2020, T, 15k)

When Draco reappears five years after the war and opens a wildly popular coffee shop, Harry’s pretty sure that Draco’s Up to Something. He just has to prove it.

An Act of Kindness for One Harry Potter by a Sympathetic Draco Malfoy by 0idontknow0 (2014, E, 15k)

Someone should give Potter a better rogering than that sorry sod had. The man had saved the bloody world—okay, mostly Europe—the least someone could do was give him a proper shag.

Turn and Face the Strange (time may change me) by @punk-rock-yuppie (2019, T, 16k)

Draco and Harry and how their relationship—and themselves—change over the course of eleven years.

#asks #anon #Drarry reclist #bedtime reads

[punprincess321]

Gabe: *walks out of an interrogation room with Cole*

Jack: How did it go for his first interrogation? *Watches the cowboy walk by smiling*

Gabe: that kid has the Ark of the Covenant for an eye...

Jack: what?

Gabe: the punk gave him shit, I couldn't see Cole's face but there was a red glow and suddenly the guy started screaming and begging for it to stop...

Jack: you're joking right?

Gabe: go look for yourself.

Jack: *Walks into the interrogation room and finds the prisoner is catatonic and mumbling "I saw hell in his eye..."*

Gabe: I'd have Angela look into what the kid has going on but we don't need her going anymore loopy.

Moira: *walks over* Is something wrong commanders?

Gabe: Oh... Hello Moira... Something is up with Coles eye and we don't know what to do...

Moira: Oh well I could take a peek.

Jack: Are you sure? It's... kinda shocking...

Moira: Oh hush, I can handle it, bring him to my lab later. *she walks off*

Gabe: *looks at Jack* Should we?

Jack: she's already kinda crazy... It's worth a shot to see what's up.

Gabe: Alright...

-

*A few hours later, Jack and Gabe are sitting outside Moira's lab, waiting for Moira to come out*

Moira: *comes out not looking insane but at least surprised, she turns to the commanders* In all my years of scientific studies, I have never seen anything like that before.

Gabe: What is it?

Moira: At first I thought it was pink eye when it turned red, when it glowed, I thought it was cybernetic, but when I could see Satan himself sitting on his throne in his eye, I realized I was dealing with something else entirely.

Jack: What's wrong with him? Can it be fixed?

Moira: We'll see, I called someone I never thought I'd call to help

*a few minutes later A priest and some nuns arrive*

Moria: The boy is in here. *she lets them in*

Gabe: Moira what are you doing?

Moira: Testing a theory, now wait out here. *she walks back into her lab and shuts the door*

-

*A few more hours go by and Moira and the Holy people come out with Cole who's crying, the nuns and priest are looking at him with pity*

Gabe: What happened?

Priest: Your boy here has been forcibly damned to hell...

Jack: What?!

Cole: M-My dad needed money... He sold my soul to the devil... It hurts... *crying*

Gabe: Mijo... *hugs him tightly*

Priest: Unfortunately there's no way to break a contract with Lucifer... Not even under these circumstances..

Jack: Oh Man... How heartless can you be to sell the soul of your child...

-

*That night, Cole is sitting in his room crying when a fire suddenly erupts from the ground, there's satan standing there on a smouldering pentagram*

Cole: W-what's going on?...

Satan: Hey kid, I know about your pops selling you to me, you've gone through almost all the shit I can throw at a person down there and I'll admit, I feel bad for taking your soul so I'm here to cut you a deal. There are many sinners in this world and some deserve to come to me now, if you can kill 666 sinners before your time is up, you will get your soul back, to make it a bit easier, your deadeye can give you unlimited bullets and the ability to headshot anyone you aim at. Do we have a deal? *he offers his hand*

Cole: How do I know you won't screw me?...

Satan: Trust me, I know what it's like to have a dad throw you in the garbage.

Cole:... Deal. *shakes his hand*

Satan: Good luck kid, I'm rooting for you. *disappears*

Cole: What did I just do?...

#cole cassidy #young cole #gabriel reyes #Jack Morrison #moira o'deorain #Overwatch #overwatch shitposts #overwatch shitpost #overwatch headcanon

[itsapeterthing]

Say Yes || Bucky Barnes

pairing: 40s!bucky barnes x rogers!reader

summary: after receiving your brother’s blessing, bucky barnes finally finds the courage to ask you a very important question 

a/n: another addition to the bucky barnes x rogers!reader collection- reblogs and replies are super appreciated!!

word count: 2.3k

warnings: none, fluff

masterlist || request || taglist

1941

Feeling the cool breeze of the spring day surrounding you, you began to grow annoyed as Bucky stopped short, slipping his hand out of yours to wipe them on his pants for the fifth time that afternoon.

Wrapping your cardigan, tighter around you, you sighed.

“Is everything alright, Buck?” You asked.

“What?” He asked, squinting up at you, brushing his hands on his bottoms. “Yeah, yeah, doll. Everything’s fine. It’s just hot today.”

Watching as another cool gust of wind swept through his hair, you eyed him warily.

Bucky has been acting strange in the past two weeks since the night your brother, Steve, had discovered your relationship leading to a punch being thrown and shouting that you were sure woke the neighbors. However, your brother had assured you after coming back inside from speaking to his best friend alone that everything was fine and that they had worked out their differences. 

He promised you that you had nothing to worry about.

If that was the case, you couldn't understand why Bucky was acting so... odd. You had known Bucky since before you could even remember and although he was your brother’s best friend, you had always been able to read him like a book. You couldn’t place a single reason why he had been behaving so anxiously the past few weeks or why he had suddenly become so nervous spending time alone with you.

“Did... did Steve say something to you?” You found the courage to ask your partner.

“Huh?” He asked, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I told you, doll. Steve and I talked it all out.”

When you said nothing else, keeping your arms crossed and only turning your head to the side to instead watch the couple having a picnic on the grass nearby, Bucky began to grow nervous that he messed up.

“Why?”

Facing your partner once again, you threw your hands in the air with a groan.

“I don’t know, Buck!” You exclaimed. “You’ve just been acting so weird. Just talk to me. Tell me what’s wrong!”

Bucky swore he could feel the color drain from his face.

He didn’t think you had noticed his newfound behavior- or at least hoped you hadn’t.

Ever since he had asked Steve for your hand in marriage two weeks ago and he said yes, Bucky had been nervously searching for the perfect moment. He had known he wanted to marry you since one month into your relationship (and knew you were it for him even earlier than that), so he had expected to be overjoyed and relieved upon finally receiving your brother’s permission, but instead it had only made the reality that you could say no to him even more real. 

He hadn’t even thought of that possibility until the opportunity to ask you was finally in his hands.

He wanted more than anything to finally be married to you- he knew he couldn’t wait much longer- but he wanted the proposal to be perfect for you nonetheless.

“Nothing’s wrong, Y/n.” He said. “You’re just seein’ things.”

As soon as the last comment had slipped from his mouth, he knew he messed up. When you raised your eyebrows at him, your tongue in your cheek, he took his hands out of his pockets and reached them out for you.

“Okay, I didn’t mean that.” Bucky said, trying to ease you.

“Yeah?” You asked. “Then what’s in your pocket, Buck?”

“Nothing’s in my pocket, doll.” He chuckled nervously. “Why don’t we keep walk-”

Before he could even finish what he was saying, you strode over to him, moving to shove your hand into his left pocket. Catching your wrist, he attempted to lightly shove you away.

“If there’s nothing in there,” You said. “then you wouldn’t mind me checking.”

Still holding your wrist with a tight grip in his hand, he scoffed.

“And what? Give everyone the wrong idea?” He said, tilting his head towards the couple on the picnic blanket on the grass. “Those people are right there.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“Don’t give me that excuse, Barnes.” You lowered your voice. “Don’t act like you didn't just make out with me behind that tree ten minutes ago. Who do you think you're foolin’?”

Just when he was about to open his mouth again, you took advantage of him being distracted and shoved your hand into his pocket. As quick as he scrambled to swat you away, your hand had already wrapped around the cool metal and pulled it out of his pocket.

Opening your hand, your eyes met the familiar ring sitting in your palms. The smirk that had been on your face dropped.

Looking up at your boyfriend, your eyes went wide.

“Is this...” You began at a loss of words. “Is this your mom’s ring?”

You had noticed months ago that his mother's ring finger was bare when the two of you had went and visited her for lunch one day. While setting the table for her- Bucky in the other room fixing the lock on her door- you caught sight of the lack of her engagement ring when she set the forks beside you.

“You missing your ring, Mrs. Barnes?” You asked, nodding your head towards her hand.

As soon as you had asked, her hand shot away from the table as she laughed nervously.

“Oh that old thing?” She asked, moving around the table. “It um... my fingers were all swollen the other day so I slipped it off. I must’ve forgotten to put it back on.”

About to open your mouth to say more, finding her behavior strange, you stopped short when you felt Bucky’s hand rest on your back.

“You know, Ma,” He said, gently rubbing circles on your back. “Next time your lock breaks- tell me first thing. Last thing you need is some burglar coming in here. What were you two chit-chatting about in here anyway?”

Glancing up at Bucky, you watched as he stole a piece of bread from the table, taking a bite out of it.

“I was just saying that I didn’t see your mom’s ring on her finger.”

Choking on the food in his mouth, Bucky began coughing.

Unbeknownst to you, your partner had asked his mother for her engagement ring only a month after officially going steady with you. He honestly didn’t even have to ask. As soon as he had showed up at her apartment and confessed to his mother that he was finally dating the Rogers girl, she had practically shoved the ring in his hand herself.

She had always thought fondly of you (along with every other member of the Barnes family) and had been waiting eagerly for this day to come, knowing some day her son would come to his senses and settle down his best friend’s sister.

When Bucky received the heirloom, he had made his mother promise that she wouldn’t say a thing, keeping it a surprise until the fateful day where he made you his.

He should have known, however, that at the end of the day a part of you was always gonna be Steve’s punk little sister who didn't know when to keep her nose out of his business.

Shaking his head wildly, Bucky glared at his mother.

“You should really keep that thing on your finger.” He said, finally clearing his throat and turning towards his mother. “Don’t wanna lose that, Ma.”

Swatting her son and taking the slice of bread from his hands, she smiled knowingly.

“Don’t worry, James. It’s right where it belongs.”

Scratching the back of his neck, Bucky nodded.

“Yeah, I uh...” He said. “I asked her for it a few months ago.”

At his confession, you began to feel your heart beat faster in your chest.

He had asked his mother for her engagement ring.

He had asker her months ago and it was sitting in his pocket now.

Before you could say anything else, Bucky gently took the ring from your hand and held it between his index and thumb, moving down onto his knee in front of you. Stepping back to take in the sight of him, you opened your mouth in awe, trying to find something to say, but he shook his head.

“I know you love to talk, but just let me say what I gotta say, okay?”

“Hey!” You exclaimed at his playful insult.

“I’m just messin’ with you, doll.” He chuckled before clearing his throat. “So, uh... God this is hard. I practiced this hundreds of times too, I swear, but I’ve known you for so long I don’t know what to say, ya know? You’re just a part of me. I’ve known you for almost my entire life and I remember you just being Steve’s little sister and getting so annoyed because you would just come in there and want to do whatever we were doing, but if that little punk of a ten year-old Bucky saw me now he’d kick my ass because I hate it when you’re not there. I can’t remember a day when I didn’t know who you were and I don’t want to ever go a day without you by my side ever again.”

Not being able to help the beaming smile on your face, you were so overwhelmed with pure joy listening to Bucky rambling on. Squeezing his hand tightly, you laughed along with what he was saying, completely and utterly in bliss knowing what was coming next.

“I would say more, but you know I’m gonna smother you every day you’re with me anyway.” Bucky laughed thinking of the future, looking up at you. “So, will you-”

“Yes.”

“Jeez, can you let a guy finish?” He groaned teasingly, throwing you a bright smile. “What I was asking was... will you marry me?”

Staring down at the man that was about to become your fiancé, you memorized the way the sun shone down on him, highlighting his features and how his blue eyes seemed brighter than ever. Gazing at the smile on his face you knew it was rooted in the pure love and happiness you both shared.

You couldn’t help but think of the Bucky you knew ten, five and even one year ago and how every moment between the two of you was leading up to the rest of your lives. You didn’t know if you had ever believed in soulmates before your relationship grew into something more, but it felt silly to think now that you two were anything but destined to be together. 

You had a feeling you’d find him even if there was a world between you.

How lucky were you to have him right next to you this whole time?

Bending down to your own knees, tucking your skirt underneath them, you cupped your lover’s face in your hands and met his lips with yours. You laughed into the kiss as you felt his arms wrap tightly around you, nearly making you fall over as he pulled you closer into his embrace.

When you finally separated from his lips, the smile rose on his face once again as he brought the ring between the two of you.

“I don’t know if I can take this, Buck.” You whispered, glancing from the ring to his face. “It’s your mom’s.”

“Listen doll,” He said, taking your left hand in his, slowly slipping the ring onto your finger. “I’m the oldest. This ring was bound to be mine when I was born and when I met you... it was bound to be yours too.”

Smiling up at your fiancé, you showed off your hand, newly adorned with his family’s engagement ring. Sometimes Bucky questioned if he was a sentimental man, but seeing you there with that ring around your finger he knew without a doubt that he was.

“You like it?” He asked.

“It fits like a charm.” You smiled.

“Well,” Bucky said taking your hand in his and kissing it softly. “My mom always said it was meant for you. I guess she was right.”

Smiling at the mention of his mother who you had no doubt would be overjoyed at the mention of your engagement, you pressed one last kiss to Bucky’s cheek before standing to your feet, pulling him up with you.

“Ya know,” You said lacing fingers with your fiancé’s. “I’m glad you asked. I was starting to get scared you were getting sick of me.”

“The only sick I am for you, doll, is lovesick.”

You didn’t know what the future had in store for you, but in that moment you allowed yourself to bask in the pure bliss of being joined with the man at your side. No matter what the future held, you felt confident that you would be able to face it with your partner- the man you were sure you were destined to go through it all with.

“Y/n Barnes does have a nice ring to it.” You told him giddily, strolling on the path by his side. “Don’t you think?”

He would be lying if he said that he hadn’t had to rewrite letters because he accidentally wrote his last name after your first or that he didn’t turn red when his mother called you her daughter-in-law when you weren't there. Hearing the name fall from your lips for the first time undeniably made his heart skip a beat in his chest as he squeezed your hand tighter, playing with the ring on your finger.

“You know it, doll.”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes oneshot #Bucky Barnes drabble #bucky barnes blurb #bucky barnes fluff #40s!bucky

[lassieposting]

ohhhh the detail of Finbar being Skug's nephew is inchresting 👀 though it makes me wonder if in your hc they know about it?

They do!

See, Finbar and Skug always felt like kind of an odd relationship.

Finbar isn't the sort of company Skug normally keeps - if you look at basically all his friends (except Scapegrace, who adopts him in much the same way a dirty stray cat adopts a random family) they tend to be very classy, highly intelligent, vaguely olde-worlde, verbal sparring sorts. Finbar is a punk rock stoner who barely knows where he is half the time and constantly forgets that Skug doesn't know his wife. But it's never mentioned how they met, or why Skug trusted Finbar enough to leave his emergency cache with him, or why Finbar sometimes treats Skug like family (i.e., calling him his kid's "Uncle Skulduggery").

So in my headcanon, it goes a little something like this:

Like? Petulance meets her husband while she's fixing planes for the brits during World War I. He's a pilot. They marry in the middle of the war, say ~1916.

Finbar is born ~1938, and once the war starts, he's looked after by his father's parents during the daytime while Petulance is working.

~1940. Petulance's husband is shot down in a dogfight. Finbar is the one who tells her daddy is dead - days before the authorities turn up on her doorstep to officially tell her she's a widow. She's inconsolable. Skug comes over from Ireland to support her, which is the first time he's ever met her son. He offers to bring her back to Dublin, set her up with whatever she needs, but she doesn't want to uproot her son from from his dad's home. Skug stays to help out, because she's struggling, and she's his favourite, and he has never not been there when she needed him.

1941. Height of the Blitz. She gets a call at some silly hour of the morning - her MIL has had an accident and has been admitted to hospital. She leaves toddler Finbar in Skug's care while she goes to be there for her MIL.

She never comes home. The hospital is a direct hit. Finbar is an orphan.

He's too little to really have a say in his custody. Skug makes the same offer of support to Petulance's FIL, if he'll raise the boy. The old man doesn't want to stay in London without his wife and son, so he takes Finbar and goes back to Ireland with Skug, away from the war. For most of Finbar's childhood, he's raised by his grandpa, with a generous monthly stipend from Skug to make sure they don't want for anything. There are very occasional, sporadic visits. But Finbar looks like Petulance, and most of the time Skug just...can't. It's too raw.

When Finbar's visions start getting more upsetting and more frequent, grandpa doesn't know what to do. He's aware of magic, but he doesn't trust it, and he prefers to pretend it doesn't exist. Eventually he reaches out to Skug, who pulls some strings at the Sanctuary to get info on Sensitives in County Dublin and - oh, how fortunate - finds one he knows. He puts Finbar in touch with Cassie, and she trains him to use his magic responsibly.

She's a hippie in the 60s, and when the 70s and 80s come around, Finbar gets really into the punk movement and feels like he fits in somewhere for the first time and becomes just. Really rooted in that whole subculture, which is a huge difference between him and Skulduggery "Got Tortured To Death For And Gaslit For A Century By Government, Continues To Work For Said Government" Pleasant, but also gives them something to bond over, because. Petulance was a revolutionary; she had Strong Opinions on Irish independence, she was a suffragette, she would've been very proud of her highly anti-establishment son. And that's bittersweet for both of them.

As with all Handbook stuff, I share credit with @thats-so-craven

#skulduggery pleasant #sp handbook #sp headcanons #petulance ruin #finbar wrong

[blackenedwhite97]

Coming Out [Poly! Erasermic x {Fem}Reader]

Hello! this was a requested fic from like before Christmas. I'M A MESS I KNOW I'M SORRY! I’ll be catching up at some point, I'm in my final sem at uni and have MAJOR senioritis. Me no do unless me have to. Instead, now I just spend my time staring at the existential abyss the threatens to swallow my ceiling and think about everything I'm procrastinating. But I digress...

Content Warning: This story is of a negative experience coming out as poly to your family, this deals with rejection from the reader's mother, father, and a grandparent. This story demonstrates Homophobia, xenophobia, traditionalist and conservative values and attitudes and may be triggering to some folks.

This story includes a Polyamorous relationship

Polyamory: the practice of engaging in multiple sexual relationships with the consent of all the people involved.

Word Count: 3.7 K (A baby story)

Y/N --- 4:06pm

Hey can my roomates come to dinner?

DAD --- 4:06

You mean the gays?

Y/M --- 4:08

Please don’t call them that. Neither of them are gay anyways, there’s more than just gay or straight.

DAD --- 4:10

Yeah whatever. Let your mom decide.

MOM --- 5:12

Sure, they can come.

Mom --- 5:23

Gma might be coming dinner tho. Maybe talk to them?

That conversation should have been enough of a warning for how the evening was going to transpire. At news of your grandmother attending dinner, you panicked and tried to back out of your plans. You had been growing steadily farther apart from your parents anyways, barely seeing them more that once a year if that. It’s not like they didn’t have their suspicions anyways, to them you were a single woman living in the big city sharing an apartment with two gay men. Not that they’d ever been to the apartment. If they had they might have notice that one of the two “bedrooms” was being used as an office. Earlier on in the relationship you were so deeply uncomfortable being around your parents alone, that you had Shouta come with you every visit because you were so paranoid you were just going to come out on the spot.

At first your parents were sure that you and Shouta were together. He had subconsciously cleaned up quite nice the first few times he met your parents anyways, wanting to make a good impression on them if you finally did tell them about your polyamorous relationship. Then as time went on you got busier and started to see them less. Shouta’s parents lived in the suburbs and you saw them on holidays, plus Shouta had come out to them as being bisexual a long time ago and hadn’t felt much pressure to hide the polyamorous nature of your relationship to begin with. Hizashi’s mom was still a city dweller in her 60’s and on top of doing the cute mom things like baking fantastic cookies and handing down family jewelry to the daughter in law, she’d also taken Hizashi and Shouta to their first pride in Tokyo and had an in-home recording studio where she recorded for local punk bands. She was, quite literally, a cool mom.

You gnawed vigorously at your thumbnail, not quiet biting the whole way through, instead riddling it with dents and cracks. Chewing your nails wasn’t a habit you’d always had, it became a sort of silent worry thing you started to do when you got to your agency and had to remain still and quiet during briefings, no matter how terrible the news was. Your ruined nail beds were an atrocity to Hizashi, who had paid several times for you to get a manicure to get your nails short and evenly trimmed so you could manage them on your own. You still somehow found a way to gnaw on the short squared off nubs of your nails though, and it drove him nuts. Shouta cared less, his hands were in ridiculous shape, he was callused and bruised, cracked and flaking all over the place and Hizashi would regularly force moisturizer on them. Shouta cared more about figure out the root stress, it’s not that Hizashi didn’t, he just didn’t know how to, so he settled for pampering you.

“It’s dead.” Hizashi huffed from the bedroom door. “Obliterated, actually.”

“Hmm?” You looked up from your phone, you hadn’t been reading any of the messages in the chat for a good few minutes and just let your eyes unfocus instead. You yanked your thumb from your mouth and hid it below the table like a child caught with a sweet they’d snuck from the kitchen before dinner, you knew he saw.

“Your nail.” Hizashi gently patted the end of his hair with his special fluffy towel that he’d convinced you and Shouta he needed to control his frizz (which he didn’t have) and padded towards the kitchen table where you sat. He placed a kiss on the top of your head as he strode around you.

“What’s up, love?” he murmured softly, leaning against the table next you. One of his legs propped up on the chair to your right and leaned down to look at your phone screen.

“This is going to go horribly.” You breathed, panicked as you set your phone down on the table.

“You don’t know that.” Hizashi looked back up at you and smiled sweetly.

“Not everyone’s mom is a cool rocker lady in her 60’s who lives in the heart of downtown still and is fully supportive of her child’s bisexual polyamorous relationship with their childhood best friend and an ex-small-town girl with an ultra-conservative family.” You huffed out in one long breath.

“That was oddly specific.” He chuckled softly. “What about Sho’s parents, they’re conservative?”

“Yeah, but his parents are at least polite and send us both Christmas gifts every year and keep any and all of their shittier opinions to themselves because they want their son to be happy.” You groaned dramatically, dropping your head onto his thigh, using the extra meat to muffle the noise.

“Y-your-” Hizashi’s leg twitched from the vibrations of your groan. “Your parents want you to be happy too, Y/n.”

You groaned into his thigh, trying to explain the difference between your parent’s and Shouta’s. Hizashi laughed and gently grabbed the side of your face, lifting it so you were no longer muffled by his leg.

“Try again.” He instructed.

“They only want me to be happy if it fits into their rigid frame of what acceptable happiness looks like.” You explained again.

“Hey,” Hizashi ran his thumb back and forth across your cheek, “have faith, baby. They’re your family, they love you.”

If only he’d been right.

Shouta was the know it all, the one that way always right. Hizashi on the other hand was quiet used to being the one that was not always right, he had no hubris about his intelligence what-so-ever. So much so that sometimes you and Shouta had to remind him that he was intelligent and offered a lot of knowledge and wisdom in many many ways: public speaking, social relationships, radio scripting, he spoke two languages fluently as well. However, this one-time Hizashi wished dearly that he had been right, that he was an insufferable know it all who never got it wrong. It was a different twisted feeling in his gut, sitting the back seat watching you try to keep it together in the front seat, than the usual mild embarrassment that faded after a couple of minutes when he was wrong about something. That was damn near luxurious compared to the painful knot tearing into his stomach.

The silence in the car was so dense and absolute that it almost physically gagged Hizashi and Shouta, the two of them were too afraid to say anything and break it. It felt as though the heavy silence was keeping you from breaking, as if it were applying enough pressure at all sides to keep the thin veneer of composure you were managing together. You felt it too, along with the heavy weight that was nearly crushing your chest, the thick doughy lump clogging your throat and the tremble in your lips. You took a deep breath, it getting caught halfway and freezing in to an unrealized sob that you pushed down.

Shouta huffed and pulled off to the side of the dark country road, slowing into the gravelly shoulder. He turned in his seat to face you, undoing his seat belt so he could fully turn his body. You kept your eyes out the window, trying with all your might not to let the tears that clouded your eyes to fall. You knew you’d need to cry about this, about your parents and their conditional love. You knew that this was something you would need to deal with, but you didn’t want to at this moment. You wanted to go home, take some sleeping medication and go to sleep, you wanted to wait until the open wound in your chest had stopped bleeding to begin treating it.

Your father was being facetious about your living arrangement as usual, whenever he was faced with Shouta and Hizashi his first reaction was to constantly point out that fact that you were a woman living with two men and that if they weren’t gay that one of them should have married you by now. Shouta and Hizashi had taken these comments like water rolling off of a duck’s back, Hizashi even grinned and mumbled something about your father tempting him. You could have kept your mouth shut, you could have kept your cool but Shouta’s hand was brushing against your thigh and you felt it tense into an annoyed fist. Something about Shouta’s minimal reaction lit a fire in you, more like an explosion. It was a surge of very sudden and very ferocious courage that lasted a split second and no longer. You’d practically shouted it, the ringing in your ears drowning whatever words you’d used out.

You were met with complete and utter silence, shock and fear thick in the air. You’d almost believed for a moment that you hadn’t done it, that you’d just shouted randomly and just scared everyone. But then your dad stood up, his shocked open mouth flattening out into a hard straight line, this jaw swelling as he clenched it.

“W-what?” he growled, stepping back from the table as if you were a threat.

You were ready to backtrack, you were so ready to just laugh and pretend you were fucking with him. But you spared a glance to Shouta and Hizashi, their faces pale and guilty. They, regardless of what you could say in an attempt to cover up what you’d just said, were basically admitting to it already. You instinctively shrunk back into your chair like you’d do when you were younger at the dinner table whenever something uncomfortable would come up. You could tell everyone was at a loss for words, the difference was that you were scared and at a loss for words, Shouta and Hizashi were shocked and at a loss for words and your father was steaming angry and at a loss for words.

Your mother, who had always been the least confrontational of the two turned away from you and almost in a show of disgust immediately went to comfort your grandmother. It was as if you were an afront to goodness, an act of moral atrocity being committed in front of them. Your father began to barrage you with passive aggressive questions and accusations towards Shouta and Hizashi. He was trying to understand while at the same time refusing to give you a chance to explain. You stopped listening after the first few sentences that came out of his mouth, falling back into an internal monologue filled with regret. He must have said something exceptionally terrible because in an instant Shouta was standing, his arm reaching out to separate you from him and he was shouting. Shouta never shouted, he barely voiced any form of annoyance or frustration in general when it wasn’t a learning moment for his students, but here he was on his feet volleying harsh word with your father.

Hizashi, you realized was attempting damage control, his hands raised and his voice lower than either of the other two men’s. You blinked back into the present, as noise filled your ears, you mother was crying, your father and Shouta were shouting and Hizashi was rambling panicked. You took a couple of deep breaths and stood up on shaky legs, gripping Shouta’s protective arm for support, and looked your father in the eyes. He faltered at the direct eye contact and you saw an opening where there was less shouting to contend with.

“Stop,” you hissed through gritted teeth. “this is why I never wanted to tell you! Why I was perfectly okay with living away from you guys for the rest- This is why I haven’t been home.”

Your mother gasped a ragged, tear-filled breath. She’d expressed before that she’d wished she could see you more often, that she’s noticed you’d been coming home less and less. You’d been good at covering it up, saying you were busy with work and simply couldn’t get the time off. You knew that what you’d just said hurt her, not in the way it should have. It hurt her because you’d just told them it was their fault that you felt unwelcomed here and not because you were afraid of your own parents.

“How long?” she breathed.

“Three years.” You sniffed, hand tightening around Shouta’s wrist.

“THREE?! THR-” your father bellowed in disbelief. “For three years they’ve been brainwashing and forcing themselves on you?!”

Suddenly you understood why Shouta had leapt up, you had just now caught up with the conversation. Red hot anger flared up in your chest, the mere insinuation that you were being forced in anyway to be with your partners filled you with utter rage.

“No!” You growled, for the first time in your life matching your father’s volume. “For three years they’ve been by my side, showing up at the hospital when I got hurt at work, celebrating my promotions at the agency, helping me make a home that I feel safe in and actually fucking caring about me!”

There was silence again, this one was thin but not light in anyway, like it was a delicate thread barely holding a great weight from falling and crushing you.

“We care for you.” You mother said darkly.

“No,” you swallowed hard, “you haven’t for a long time.”

“Get out.” You father growled.

Hizashi was already moving, grabbing your coats from the back of the chairs and pulling Shouta by the arm away from the table. It took you a good long second to move, even then it was because Shouta latched onto your shoulders and Hizashi tugged him along.

“I’m sorry.” Shouta whispered, his hand finding yours in your lap. You kept your eyes focused out the window at the pitch-black fields with barely visible for off golden dots of light. You couldn’t talk.

You heard Hizashi shuffling around in the back seat, scooting closer to you and his hand joined Shouta’s, pulling up onto the storage compartment between the seats. It was cracking, that veneer.

“It’s not your fault.” Hizashi murmured.

You sniffed hard, biting int you bottom lip. Of course, it wasn’t your fault that your parents didn’t accept you, that you weren’t good enough or right for them, that you weren’t on par with the apparent morality of the rest of the family. It wasn’t your fault that they were backwards people with terrible ideas of how a person should be. It still didn’t hurt any less that you couldn’t meet those backwards ideals, that you couldn’t be the right kind of person for them.

“Y/n,” Shouta whispered, gently grabbing your chin and turning your face towards them.

They were looking at you the way a mother looks at her crying baby in the first few months, the desperate need to connect and nurture glowing in their eyes. They were filled with worry, with pity, with understanding but also, with fear. No doubt, what had just happened had been traumatic for them too. Looking into their emotion filled eyes you felt that veneer shatter, falling away and unleashing that mournful sobbing that had been trapped inside.

Shouta pulled you towards him, holding you firmly to his chest placing his head atop yours. You vaguely felt Hizashi disappear from you for a moment, but you were too preoccupied with the trembling muscles seizing violently in your chest. Then you felt him sliding in behind you, only now realizing he’d stepped out of the car and slide in through your door as he shut it behind him. He draped himself over you rubbing circles into your back.

“It’s not your fault.” He murmured into your hair over and over again.

At first you didn’t really focus on it, thinking it idle words of comfort but the more he said the more it sunk in. The more your realized that you were holding onto the hope that there was something about this, about you, that you could fix. With every repetition of those four words that false hope chipped away and that heavy weight in your chest began to fall away. It was still painful, it still felt like you had a pen festering wound that you’d never fully heal from, but it also felt lighter. It felt as though a burden you’d believed was yours to bear was suddenly the responsibility of the many.

“You don’t have to change,” Shouta whispered softly as your sobs ebbed into weak beaths, “they do.”

That reignited some tears, to hear what you needed to said so plainly. Shouta was good at that, putting those intangible thoughts and feelings into plain words. You cried until the tears and the worry and the late hour caught up with you, until your head felt heavy and waterlogged and you slumped backwards into Hizashi sniffing. You cried until your wavering breaths evened out and your tired mind fell to silence. Hizashi pulled you into his lap and cradled you against him like a parent holding and oversized child, running his hand slowly through your hair.

When you awoke you were swaddled thoroughly with the fuzzy blanket from the couch Shouta hated because it shed and sandwiched between the two men who snored away. As you blinked in the early morning light that just barely peaked through the blinds you noticed the red rims around Hizashi’s eyes and deep-set circles under Shouta’s as if they both been awake all night. Shouta was still in his dress shirt and Hizashi had stripped down to his boxers and pulled his hair back into a sloppy bun. Neither were properly snoring which told they hadn’t been asleep for very long.

You tried to ignore what had happened last night, what had led to the heavy feeling in your head and crusty dry eyes and tight cheeks. You tried to pretend that they had stayed up for work, that they you had swaddled yourself up in the blanket nor because you were sad but because you just wanted to be cozy. Then you heard a phone vibrate on the nightstand and any and all work towards denial washed away as you dreaded checking it. It could just be a work thing, it could be Hizashi’s phone even though he’d never had it on silent even once since you’ve known him. It could have been Shouta’s vibrating against the wooden table even though you could see his slightly peeking out of his back pocket.

You sighed and sat up, daring the smallest of glances at the nightstand. It was your phone screen that was lit up, several notifications on the screen. You groaned and laid back down, scrunching your eyes shut begging for sleep to suddenly and miraculously take you. It buzzed again and you huffed. Fine. You’ll check it. I guess someone could be dying. I do stop that from happening for a living.

You very cautiously crawled over Hizashi and reached to get your phone, electing not to look at it until you settled back between your boys. You scrolled though your notifications, weather, news, a work email, a second email from a contact that made your blood run cold and three missed calls and two answering machine messages from the same contact. Grandma. Your hands trembled at you unlocked your phone and typed int your voicemail password. You held the phone up to you ear and listen to the first message which was more or less just some frustrated grandma noises and mumbles about the inconvenience of technology, followed briefly by a set of hellos. If you hadn’t been ready to shit yourself, you’d have laughed. Then the second played and you had to take a deep breath to hold yourself together enough to keep listening.

“Hello? Hello? Y/n? Oh shi- well this is just ridiculous. Y/n, I don’t know if you can hear me, or maybe this is your answering machine, I don’t know I can’t hear too well but-” her soft worn voice said into the phone, “I want you to know that I love you. Your parents love you too, even if they did not act like it tonight.”

She paused and your eyes welled up with tears, a lump forming in your throat. It was this strange feeling of pure sadness but also happiness and relief.

“Those boys,” she continued, “probably would have killed your father last night if they had the chance. I’m not saying I get it, but they sure do love you, sweetheart. I quite like the blond one he is very-”

The message cut off and the automated voice asked you what you wanted to do with the message. All you could do was laugh, laugh and cry. You were still sad, still in pain, but it was already starting to feel less life-ending.

“Hey,” Shouta mumbled blearily, “S’okay. I’m here.”

He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close, trying to pull himself from sleep. You hugged him back and massaged the back of his scalp gently.

“Listen to this.” You sniffed.

He nodded and you pressed repeat, listening to the whole second message through again. You watched as a smile spread across his sleepy lips and he laughed softly. He pouted suddenly when it ended, his eyebrows pulling together as much as his drowsy state would let them.

“What?” you asked, worried he’d heard something you‘d missed.

“Why does she like Zash more?” he grumbled, barely awake now.

You smiled and curled into him, electing not to answer knowing that he wouldn’t like being told that Hizashi is more sociable than him. Besides, you smiled to yourself, he’d be asleep in a matter of seconds.

You were still hurt; you still had that big open wound in your chest. But with Shouta and Hizashi at your side you knew you’d heal; you knew they’d give you anything you needed. You knew that your grandmother was right, that these two boys loved you very much.

#polyerasermic #eraserhead #erasermic #erasermic x reader #present mic #present mic x reader #present mic x aizawa #eraserhead x reader x present mic #eraserhead x reader #reader insert #bnha #mha #myhero #my hero academia #my hero fanfic #bnha fanfiction #y/n x mha #y/n x bnha

[sunmaylight]

((I’m in the FGO trend & slowly falling back into LCF Got to finish reading PART 1, so new idea time.))

I feel like if KRS!Cale ends up as Chaldea’s Master, we will have the self-sacrificial idiot but with a whole army of people who care about his health. Moreso if every character that has interacted with Cale or Choi Han for more than a chapter from LCF is summoned as a Servant.

Except for Raon Miru. That dragon appeared at Chaldea after KRS!Cale did something at Singularity F & hasn’t left his side since. He doesn’t register as a Servant, so the staff at Chaldea just categorize him with Fou; Strange Beast from Who Knows Where Please don’t be from the Root. We can’t deal with that political mess

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Brainrot Scenario:

KRS!Cale: Mash, can I see your shield?

Mash: ??? Of course, Senpai/Oppa. But what do you need it- CALE NO!

KRS!Cale: Runs off with Mash’s shield to protect the other Servants with his newly acquired shield.

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(Bit of LCF Spoilers below)

Dr. Romani would physically strap him to a bed for him to not sacrifice himself for the Servants WHO CAN BE RESUMMONED IN CHALDEA AS LONG AS THEIR PLATE SAINT GRAPH IS NOT BROKEN (Looking at Cale’s Plate from where I left of in the novel)

When Nightingale is summoned, she will be part of KRS!Cale’s squad no matter what. She summons a hospital bed for her extra. I imagine that if Dr. Romani can’t stop Cale, she will have a better chance since she can summon a bed & strap Cale to it efficiently. 

Until Cale responds to it by spamming his Command Spells every time it happens like: “Command Spells go burrr” 

Then when he actually needs them, he will internally curse himself for using them earlier.

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Everyone from LCF is confused as to why they were summoned at Chaldea when they were just about to punch that Sealed God. KRS!Cale is even more confused cause he was in the middle of something important & just woke up in a hallway of this random facility. 

When each person from the LCF gang is summoned, they do the normal greeting and once they realize that KRS!Cale is their Master, they all go in variations of:

“CALE! What is going on? Is this another part of your plan/scam for something? Ah, you look thinner the last time I saw you (you punk). Have you been taking care of yourself properly?”

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(FGO Final Singularity Spoiler)

If people thought KRS!Cale is bad at the whole self-sacrifice gig, people will scream at Dr. Romani for him to stop. They do not need the emotional trauma of possibly losing someone turn into trauma of actually losing someone if Aras Nova is unleased. KRS!Cale will be very adamant towards Dr. Romani for him to not do this. To let them do something else besides this To not lose another person he has grown attached to. 

Yet the good doctor did what he thought had to be done and Solomon fades from the Throne of Heroes. But before his golden sparkles could fade, KRS!Cale embraced his remains into the Golden Ring that is left behind. Maybe with this much, they could find a way to bring back Romani Archaman.

\\\(FGO Spoiler ends)

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The interactions of the LCF Cast with the rest of Chaldea will be very chaotic for KRS!Cale. Every single Servant will try to grab his attention for a while after they are summoned. Every. Single. Servant.

He will not be able to relax by himself unless if it’s with the child Servants cause it’s pretty tame compared to having Kiyohime & the LCF character of “whoever won the hat draw to spend some time with Cale for a day”

At least everyone gets along in battle. They are all driven with the urge to protect KRS!Cale so “that b*st*rd won’t cough up any more blood”. Oh boy, when KRS!Cale gets lost/taken by an enemy Servant, there will be protective Servants out for blood. Unless if they are told to stick to the plan, but even that is flimsy at best because there is a chunk of Servants who have the “Independent Action” skill or a variant of it.

KRS!Cale: *Is taken by an enemy*

His Servants: *Unleashes their Noble Phantasms with a boost from Raon*

KRS!Cale: ... I want to slack off.

#sunmay rambles #Crossover idea #fgo #FGO spoilers #Fate Grand Order #lcf #lout of count’s family #tcf #trash of the count's family #...I should actually stop using tcf #I shall try since it's officially called LCF now #there is another idea of KRS to here but it involves some spoilers. I'll probably put it in a reblog in the future #KRS!Cale's life will become more hectic with his family having more stress than every before #At least the gang can be all here #They just need to figure out what/who summoned Raon here