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kalims · 1 year

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˃ ᵕ ˂ . . "who i like? do you seriously think I'm gonna tell you that? anyways its—"

大好き

premise. someone asks who you like.. and you respond with their name—said person right beside you!

characters. all dorms and their prominent students

includes. gn reader

note. after a long wait! and the almost month this has been on my 'to be added' category it's hereeee.. fun fact.. I actually finished another work because I liked the idea of it more even though this was my prioritized.

was 20 mins late because I was fixing my posts aksbja

heartslabyul

looks at you like you're insane. I'm confident everyone can envision riddle's face like that. it's in between the verge of being flustered and being appalled by your lack of filter. heat practically steams out of riddle's ears as his movements stutters, clearly struggling to comprehend what you said. maybe you should get ready for an earful but you're pleasantly suprised when riddle sets aside his.. passionate emotions to shyly ask a confirmation. (with admitted aggression as if he's in denial)

trey's eyebrows shoot up but the action looks way more casual than it should be. I mean, surprisingly he's pretty calm on taking it into account but he ends up just being a smiling fool beside you as you continue your conversation with your friend. he's like... ‎◜◡◝ beside you as your friend looks between the two of you in a hurry before breaking into a laugh. should be be worried that you're this bold..? well, it did work in his favor so he can't say a thing.

happy go luck cater looks even more happy than you've ever seen him in your life. hanging lowly by his sides, his hands twitch and he itches to pull out his phone to basically renounce to the world that his feelings are very much reciprocated and probably lowkey shitting on the people with one sided loves because, ha! he wins!! you bet he's gonna settle for screaming in his private account and then proceeding to scream in his pillow.

before he could foster up a grin and break out of the 'calm and responsible' honor student, deuce had to keep his lower lips under his teeth lest he looks like a weirdo smiling uncontrollably tinged in flush. the whole time he was just staring at you goofily.. like he's on cloud nine, which I concur. because he is. the one who gets gaslighted (not by you) into thinking that you both now are in a relationship like.. deuce be for real you didn't even ask me on a fate. (actually both of you might think you're in a relationship because of the way you're acting like yall are)

contrary to beliefs I think ace would be on the more casual side. you know? throwing an arm around your shoulder and shattering whatever personal space criteria there was. clearly there's no need when you 'like' him so much. he's using your words as an excuse to do whatever he wants, like leaning strangely close, letting a hand linger longer than it should. whatever restraint he had before is gone now because now he's moving onto a new level of personal. you'd either hate or secretly like the change. hate because ace wtf we're in class and like because,, who wouldn't want your crush to be overly affectionate with you?

savanaclaw

you'd think leona wasn't listening at all just from the indifferent look on his face but you know better just from the way his eyes perk up, tail sticking up in dormant but still a signal of alert and attention. for once he doesn't quip a tease, or a smart-ass remark that would want you to shovel your way to the ground on embarrassment. he just.. sits there, staring seemingly into the void of thin air itself. maybe it's because he's feeling particularly sentimental or sensitive today that his heart feels like it's encased in warmth. it feels good.

a laugh too shaky for his preferences, ruggie hopes he didn't look too nervous for his sake. I mean, this is literally his suprise of the century and when I tell you that it's a big shock to him, it's an understatement. come on, if he did think you had feelings for him ruggie imagined the confession going normally. either buttering him up or going straight to the point—the latter, which he prefers but when he said to be direct he certainly didn't expect this! the hyena runs away with jitters and a skip to his steps but he comes back a few minutes later looking more relaxed than you've ever seen him.

once again. contrary to expectations which the savanclaw boys had practically shattered those, many would think jack would go all shy. from the previous savanaclaw boys you'd think I'd go against expectations again but you're.. wrong hehe. i don't know how to explain other than he wills himself to show a reaction other than fluster, maybe it's just in his pride to now show you an ounce of weakness but literally how could be when you're the weakness? he doesn't know if you making him soft is good or not.

octavinelle

if it was real and possible to actually happen without a third party force, azul's glasses would've definitely shattered the moment you said the direct confession. he's torn between wanting to excuse himself to scream like a school girl or intent to not let the fluster show. well, either way he does both. keeping his emotions hardly in check, sometimes slipping up multiple times but when the time comes where you both part ways you know he's silently smiling to himself when he turns round a corner. the twins are suspicious and curious as to why azul had been in a good mood nowadays..

either jade maintains his cool, natural closed eyed smile or he crinkles his eyes when he breaks into a large sharp toothed grin. of course both has the lingering ominous feeling around it because it's jade.. and even you have to agree that him openly cracking a grin isn't exactly a good sign of peace, rather so a harbinger of trouble. if you were bold enough to say that in his presence I wonder how that previous confidence will fare when he's practically picking at your earlier words to gouge a reaction. no jade, I only said like. not love (yet).

no one other than floyd would be more than ecstatic. he didn't hear it at first, blinking then tilting his head to the side when he pauses to register it. so when he finally processes it you bet he's giggling in his head but in real time? he's practically sweeping you off your feet to hug you in the air. figures with the strange merman strength.. you find out that floyd is quite clingy when he's immensely happy, he even refused to let you go through classes and when you insisted he just sat down next to your seat and promptly kicked out whoever sat there before! floyd atleast hide! I mean the professor would surely notice the eel that's not in supposed to be in their class.

scarabia

if there was an option where he could purchase everything in the world then giving it to you without expecting anything back kalim would surely choose it. you got him so happy to the fact that he's willing to do practically anything that you ask. he doesn't mean to be over the top but.. he just wants to make you happy, which is more than you deserve. no matter how many times you tell him that you don't need any gifts but rather him only, it seemed like it only did worse since he practically fell a hundred times harder which brings us to the conclusion that he wants to give you the world a whole lot more now..

a complete opposite of kalim. jamil merely blinks and casts you a side eye. for the record, he is a little impressed you're that bold because if it was him he would've just brushed this person away or claimed that he liked no one but here you are. completely obliterating the concept of secrets. perhaps that's why he likes you in the first place, your personality is certainly a force to reckon with.. but sometimes you just have to tone down the chaos.. *please* 😐

pomefiore

vil is no stranger to bold proclamations but he can't deny he's a little startled. well, he didn't pick you out to be that type of person. either way usually he'd plaster a quick smile, the words not hitting anything other than the skin of his heart. strangely enough he can't keep the smile wider than he'd like off his face, he's immensely pleased by your words and pomefiore has never been so happy by the obvious good mood their dorm leader had. cause he left them alone for the whole day to practice stick to your side.

his eyes immediately crinkle in joy, rook has to look away and cover the lower part of his face to shy away the flush in his cheeks that would give away his thoughts. rook wouldn't mind if you knew how he felt, but this time he feels as though he's doing this to contain the excitement off his face. you can practically hear the tremble in his voice as he giggles out. "oh tricheur ! mon coeur bat pour toi dans ma poitrine!" it looks like rook completely forgot to existence of the person right next to you. if he got madol from the amount of times he practically sang of his love for you rook would be rich.

just like any other time where you say something off handed epel quickly goes out of character and nearly screams. asking, shaking your shoulders, out of breath by the amount of times he aggressively shook you for the answer of "really?!" his voice becomes that of a boy you aren't used to, but if he's really that willing to show you the person he truly is it makes you like him more. if you do agree, admittedly with your surroundings growing distorted he yells out a happy "YESSS." then coughs and resumes to his soft persona like he wasn't the complete opposite a minute ago. (the person that asked was shook)

ignihyde

it's hard to say if idia is actually gonna be next to you since,, he's idia and do you really think he'd entertain the thought of being in a conversation with someone who he doesn't know? so let's just pretend his tablet is floating next to you, it's better than nothing you guess. you spared a glance to the electronic when you literally confessed your type, idia himself fitting the category perfectly. you swore you heard a squeak but ehh.. maybe it was a rat or something.

meanwhile. ortho comes inside idia's room expecting his elder brother to just be sitting on his bed, gaming chair or something but no. idia shroud is on the floor, with his headphones hazzardly over the floor like it fell over when he did. his hair is sprawled around the floor, heating into a concerning passionate pink as he rolls around and... squeals..? just from the headphones ortho can vaguely hear a "my type..? oh you know idia? I'd kill to have a boyfriend like him." playing on repeat.

diasomnia

he would be like: ˘ ˘ and then: ‎◜◡◝ after he hears you. if there a sound for a big, happy dragon malleus would be excluding them. when I tell you he wishes nothing but to just whisk you away on spot he's not kidding, unlike everyone else who unintentionally forgot the person who asked. this man forgets them intentionally because he can't keep his eyes off you like.. 'hey other human. me and my child of man are having a moment here. will you please leave now. did you not get the sign'

giggles but with his deep voice it sounds kinda weird, but nice to the ears nonetheless. lilia labels you as his main target now, perhaps scaring you shitless at the random times is his love languange because he does it a lot. don't worry though, he always says a half hearted apology with a smile and showers you with affection right after. how could you be mad with how he treats you? even though he cares for you after you can't help but pray that the glint you saw in the ceiling was just some shiny thing.. maybe malleus got it from him because he doesn't care for the other person too.

sebek scolds you period. not only have you mentioned his name (which he's embarrassingly torn between being disgusted and fluster) but you've also mentioned that he's your type?? but I honestly think he approves your taste. "OF COURSE I am the ideal man! I applaud you for once human. not everyone can see the value of loyalty and devotion to waka-sama!" he says but with the increasing pink in his face you know better than to think that it's for the sole reason of malleus.

with the increasing time you've both spent together, silver has practically devoted himself to following you around whenever he's awake. (sebek says something about him always needing to be by malleus' side but quickly shuts up after silver comments that sebek is more than capable to look after him) the surroundings are growing hazy when you say it but he hears it nonetheless. he's happy to say that he dreamt a pleasing dream he's ever gotten in a long time. and since you were in it, it's safe to say that he's positively infatuated now.

clarifications

translation for rook is,, "oh trickster! my heart beats for you in my chest!"

I connected ignihyde parts since I REFUSE to leave out ortho!!

I really liked how those ^ parts came out. my favorite actor cause I think it's cute for idia to be freaking out like that lolol. especially with the idea of recording of your voices to listen to cause he's that down bad

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tojisun · 4 months

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military man simon (ghost) riley x nun!reader

!! suggestive - minors dni, heavy on catholicism; play on blasphemy; im ignoring the code of canon law (of confession and absolution) so yall should too!!; it’s all one-sided btw; female reader

song playing: the apparition (ST) // prev posts: 01, 02

simon feels the hesitation surround his throat, coiling past the shame before settling in his stomach.

he is hovering, he knows that, but simon will have to disappear for a year at least and while the duration has never daunted him before, he couldn’t say the same now anymore. things have changed. because this time around, he has someone he wants to return home to.

sure, you do not love him that way, but simon chases the affection in your prayers, licking the remnants of your devotion from the edges of your words. he pretends that it is enough. pretends that he is not woken up in the middle of the night by the explosion of his desire, ever so expanding in its carnality.

pretends that there is something else for him in this chapel.

his lips twitch when you finally turn to him with a smile.

“mr. riley!” you greet, walking to him excitably.

“just ‘simon’. please.”

simon’s aware of how his body reacts to you. how, as you draw close, he shifts, muscles rippling to see you better. to hear you better. to pretend that he can ever touch you.

but he doesn’t have to wait. not when you take his hands in yours, holding in a way that is so gentle and sacred, the shame he tried to stomp down begins unfurling from the base of his lungs to tickle the base of his throat, ready to spill over.

“you’re usually not here for the sunday services, simon,” you say, and simon tries to suppress the tremors that racked his body upon hearing you say his name.

again, he wants to plea. say my name again.

but you are looking at him with worry, and while simon is a greedy, greedy man who wants to at least have your concerns if he can’t have your love, he doesn’t like the way your face falls as you fret.

so he smiles, crooked as it is, and tightens his hold on your hands, careful not to do any more lest it just pushes you away.

“yeah,” he replies, his voice croaking. “may i request something, sister?”

sister. it leaves such a vile taste in his mouth.

“of course.” your eyes are still furrowed, your lips downturned in a sorrowful pout. “anything.”

simon breathes in sharply, the weight of your words punching the air out of him, and he buckles, folding into himself as he chokes on his words.

your worry explodes, gentle prodding now a panicked cry. “simon!?”

“it’s nothing,” he lies. “i’m okay.”

you let his hands go—simon tries not to whine—only to feel you pull him closer, short arms curling over his back, your warm palms rubbing soothing nothings against the plane of his spine.

this feels like torture—your kindness will be the death of him.

“please, tell me how i can help you,” you whisper, darling even as you look as lost as you feel. “the church is here for you, simon.”

“i know,” he says even though all he wants to say is ‘all i need is you.’ he breathes in, staggered rasps not quelling your worries, but simon bulldozes past your gentle touch, afraid that he’ll get addicted to this.

“i need your help,” he continues. “help me repent.”

you blink, going slack. you begin to pull away and simon, a man who has faced more painful things more than the feeling of your warmth separating from his, shakily lets you go.

“i cannot give you penance, simon. only the priest can do this—i can go get him-”

simon pulls you close again when you begin to stand up, surely to locate the priest that gave the service today, but simon doesn’t want him. he doesn’t want a stranger to hear the rising tides in his heart. he doesn’t want someone to forgive him for his guilt.

“no,” he whispers, his voice so quiet. so vulnerable. “i can’t-…”

your lips are pursed but your eyes are alight with wonder. with consideration.

simon prays that you will grant him even this.

a heartbeat passes, a stuttering silence ringing in his ears, and then, “okay.”

simon smiles. “thank you.”

the rite started like this: with simon sinking into the confessional, watching you from the thin divider as you do the same, noting the way your fists are balling your habit, your hands trembling at the sacrilege.

because simon knows. before coming here, before bowing into himself in front of you, simon already knew. he knew that you could never give him the penance he told you he seeks for. he knew that this—you sitting in the confessional—is a chip to your vow.

he knew that you’ve, once again, put him before the lord.

simon aches to sink his teeth in the plush flesh of your body. to worship you the way you deserve to be. instead, he ignores the festering desire, swallowing the yearning he feels as he does the sign of the cross.

“bless me sister for i have sinned.” he licks at his dry lips. “it’s been…” he hesitates.

“tell me,” you say when his silence draws on. “this is not a place of judgement and forsaking.”

tell me, is what simon hears instead. tell me, i will understand.

“it’s been eighteen years since my last confession,” he continues, breathing raggedly, his face burning up as the words begin spilling. “these are my sins: i am lusting for her, i cannot stop thinking of her.”

the gasp on the other side of the confessional makes his blood jump, his mind feeding him images—is this how you would gasp out if you give yourself to him? is this how you will sing when he takes you, gently and deeply? is this how?

“i dream of a life with her. i dream of the way she will fold herself into my arms, tucking my sharp corners into her tender parts. i dream of the way i can touch her—all-consuming and ravenous. i dream of how she will feel when she’s with me. how she will taste like when i’m with her.”

simon breathes in deeply, the sound slicing through the heavy silence in the booth and passing through his teeth like a hiss.

“i want to devour her. i want to strip the layers of her honesty and fill her with me. just me.”

he clenches his fist, preparing for the last of it all.

“i want to worship her.”

the weight of his words fall like judas’ tender kiss, resounding in their immorality.

“for these, and all my sins,” simon begins after the stretch of silence. “i am truly sorry.”

“i see,” you whisper, breathless yourself. simon wonders how you must look; would you have your eyes open in surprise? would you have your lips pursed in distaste? would you look at simon like the sinner that he is? would you begin to leave him be?

“pray with me,” you say, ripping him from the depths of his uncertainties.

simon lets your words wash over him, dripping down the lines of his veins and dragging across the stretches of his scars. he knows you couldn’t possibly offer absolution, but simon feels forgiven.

more than that, simon feels seen.

he feels raw, his vulnerability exposed to the very person simon who makes simon’s knees buckle, but it feels correct. it feels like this is where simon should be.

at your mercy.

when the confession is over and you two have stepped out of the booth, simon relishes in your shy gaze, eyes fleeting between him and the altar. he smiles, his eyes crinkling, because simon’s heart truly feels at ease.

“thank you,” simon murmurs, hands twitching by his side as he yearns to reach out and pull you close.

“of course,” you reply, bravely holding his gaze. “always.”

that night, in the comfort of his room, simon traces the hardening length of his cock. he shuts his eyes and conjures the image you made—shy, quiet, flustered—and the sounds that spilled from your lips—breathy, choked out, hesitant—and fists at his flesh, thinking.

dreaming.

ending with an a/n: growing up in a private catholic school and seeing all the censorship pushed sm of us (in school) to romanticize blasphemy n transgressions tbh sooo heres the continuous manifestation of that indulgence (mentioned in pt 01)

#suns #nun!reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley #female reader

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tomoshim · 2 months

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diluc

how do diluc would act around you? lest see（>‿‿<）

-if i had an grammar mistake or spelling mistake i apologies! this post was in a rush as i wanted to grow my account (　-̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥᷄◞ω◟-̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥᷅ )

-im new to writing in tumblr so i dont know some things and how it works!😭

▪ diluc is the type to would be worried about you contantly whenever u go out without bringing someone to watch you over whenever hes busy. "y/n. you know you should really stay in my office. my work isnt not that long its dangerous for you to go out"

▪ diluc contantly would ask you if you have eaten or not to check up on your health. if u didnt eat diluc would cook you a pancake staring at you until you eat it

▪ first meeting with diluc he seems cold and didnt care about you, having a trust issues once u slowly get to know him he will totally cherish you as his precious person ever. he would risk his life just to protect you poor boy probably has massive trust issues. ever since his father died he wouldnt go to the same path he would protect you with everything he have so get ready for protective diluc on the way to beat some hilichurls or any monster that tried hurt you.

SMUT

▪ usually when diluc done with all the works he would be stressed out at some things. prepared for your legs 🫡

▪ diluc would go slow at first as times goes on he will slowly pick up the pace putting your leg on his shoulder as his cock hit every good spot inside your spongy walls making you see stars

▪ diluc favorite position is totally would be the one he could see your face. he wanted to see your expression as he pound inside your pussy/hole. the way your eyes would rolled back and how you moan or whined his name got him butterflies

▪ whenever diluc at works and feels needy he would have you bouncing on his cock at his lap as he would hold your hips.. your hips were perfectly fit to his large hand making me groan in pleasure as he tried focus on the work (he never managed to finish it because in the end he would fuck you all night)

▪ and yes for the final diluc would totally give u an aftercare! he would gently carried you to the luxury bathtub as he use an a good smelling shampoo on your hair and expensive body wash for your body. he would always clean you with his body wash and shampoo wanting his scent on you so kaeya knows who u belong to

#genshin x reader #diluc ragnvindr #diluc x reader #smut #headcanon #genshin smut #genshinimpact #s/o

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the-s1lly-corner · 8 months

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I got an idea from the child reader request.

Like the same wolf in sheep's clothing concept but like FULL SWEET TO DARK PERSONALITY.

Wanna hear?

So basically child reader is like cute and innocent at first sight but IS A TOTAL DEMON, Having a very dark sense of humor, Sometimes out of nowhere walk up to someone of the gang and threaten to gouge out their eyes while they sleep, they are always with an cute expression but turns out that they like to cause chaos and havoc just like Jax but in a more creepy way.

For example, SOMEHOW reader is caught hanging from the ceilling scaring the fuck out of gangle just because its fun. Or staying in the dark waiting for someone so they can jumpscare them.

Basically child reader uses their cute-kid as an advantage to scare others off.

TADC x child!reader who is a menace! (platonic)

wasnt quite sure what to title this so!! some segments may be shorter than others since im still trying to get a hand of writing/coming up with ideas for certain characters (cough cough gangle) (i love her sm but shes so hard for me to write idk why) hope you enjoy! majority of this post is just me tormenting the cast TToTT

CAINE:

oh my god you kind of remind him of bubble but more... flkmddlvm

makes a time out rule when you keep making threats to the other circus members, that behavior is not family friendly!

he might even consider trying to go into the code and censoring your common phrases as well as some other words, if he has the capabilities for that

still tries to be a dad to you, though, wants to be a good role model and guide you in the right direction for the sake of everyone else

the first time you say something... morbid to him he just

slack jawed, stares at you before shaking himself back to reality and just

bro is astonished he was not ready to hear that today, let alone hear it from a small child

POMNI:

you know how in the other post with a child!reader i mention that pomni is vaguely uncomfortable around kids since she knows they can dish out some real cruelty

take this idea and multiply it by 10x

actually looks like that one sad spongebob meme with the big eyes and tear when shes put in charge of keeping an eye on you during an in house adventure

meek attempt to get you to behave

not much to say here imo, since its like an amped up version of the last post :O

JAX:

makes a joke about how youre already entering your edgy phase, he now has to watch his back lest some of his digital fur be shaved off

fear does not come close to describing how he feels when he discovers that you somehow found keys to some peoples rooms. he hopes you dont have a key to his room

and he thought he was hot shit, but no some random kid makes him fear the consequences of his actions

is this his punishment for his constant bullshit? what did he do in particular to deserve this?

instinctively looks up at the ceiling when he enters a room to make sure youre not about to drop on him

congrats, youve instilled fear into the funny rabbit

RAGATHA:

the 'nightmare kid' thing some babysitters go through at least once in their life, but instead of tantrums and such its just you talking about how you sometimes tear apart the dolls that came with your room. to the doll person

very uncomfortable by a lot of the stuff you casually say, even more so because its coming from a kid. though i think she would be uncomfortably be talk like that in general

SWEARS that one day shes going to blink and youll suddenly be right next to her or within her proximity

like on one hand she wants to try to guide you to be less dark, like caine, but i think she would need someone to back her up because she cannot get the image of the torn up dolls out of her head

KINGER:

poor man

like even if the things you said were empty threats, he would be scared shitless

if he isnt already in his fort, hes retreating to it the second he sees you around

kind of funny since kinger is in his late late 40s and youre a kid and hes terrified of you

anyways

less of a discomfort thing and more so scared that youre going to go through with the things you say

he walked into the common area one day and saw you literally crawling across the walls, he was with gangle when he saw it. you see his irises of his eyes shrink

doesnt even bother going to his fort, which is under where you currently are

he just

slowly

backs away, he can find refuge in his room... unless you have a key to his room

ZOOBLE:

less discomfort more annoyance with zooble, i think that while she would find it funny when a kid swears she finds people talking like that to be cringe; kid or not

the only one who isnt really scared of you. sure you threaten to disassemble them constantly and hide their pieces across the grounds to assure they can never be whole again, but they're just internally cringing while you try to make them turn away

in a weird way you two create an odd dynamic where you just go on and zooble just halfway listens, you kinda just talk at them

like while caine tries to be your dad, and ragatha tries to be.. something.. zooble is like a weird 'friend'

probably has the most potential to become a friend and get you to chill, but thats just based on my experience

like if its an attention/reaction thing, zooble isnt going to give it to you, which kind of. ruins the point of it for you, and you just

stop, or at least tone it down over time

or maybe thats just me seeing zooble having the potential to be an older sibling figure

GANGLE:

the gif is gangle when you get your hands on her

i understand that she cries easily, but like, you have probably made her cry at least once either on accident or on purpose

i think shes one of the few characters out of the cast who would probably start avoiding you for the sake of her emotional state, but she would feel bad about it since at the end of the day you're a kid

refuses to go anywhere near you when her comedy mask is broken, because otherwise shes a glum mess

you know how in poppee the performer, kedamono's mask sometimes just. pops off when he gets scared or surprised (well it happens regardless of expression/mood but yk)

gangle does that when she sees you LITERALLY CRAWLING ON THE WALLS LIKE A BUG

how are you even doing that

she doesnt wanna know, actually

"imma tie you up double knotted style" *high pitched crying*

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #caine x reader #pomni x reader #jax x reader #ragatha x reader #kinger x reader #zooble x reader #gangle x reader

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alexa-fika · 4 months

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I’m at whole cake rn and can’t stop thinking about reader who happens to be Sanji’s little sibling he adopted while on the sea going with Sanji to see Germa. Bonus points if it’s winged child reader!

Love you sm!!! 💖💖

Danger Skittles ( Sanji x male!winged!child!reader)

A/N: So proud of that tittle, I havent read this arc so I had the manga next to me as l wrote so I hope it is good, maybe not a COOK but it is a cook, ya know? Sorry this oke took so long as I said Im going trough a hard moment rn. Also I will be taking those bonus point in the form of kisses Pay up 🫴🏼

Btw PISSED CAUSE TUMBLR FROZE WHEN I WAS ABOUT TO HIT POST, HAD EVERYTHING READY AND IT GOT DELETED THIS IS THE SECOND TIME I HAD TO DO THIS, thank God I write my things in grammarly and them I copy paste them here cause other wise I would have rage quit yall. IT DID IT AGAIN

Dividers by @/saradika

“Sanji-nii, I don’t like this; your family sounds scary, and they want to hurt Big Brother.”

“I know…I know…I‘ll get us out of this,” he promises his brother, walking down the familiar hallways he had grown up in, the walls that his brothers tortured him in, walking into the dining hall and taking his seat, placing the young child on his lap, ignoring the talk of his brothers

Reader munches on the food Sanji passes to him as he huddles close to him, trying to shield himself with his wings to avoid the crude commentary of his family

“Just ignore them,” he whispers to the boy, rubbing his wings, gently stroking his hair, shielding him from the insults,

“These idiots aren’t worth it.”

“Okay”

Niji soon notices that his insults are not reaching his brother, so he switches his anger to the head cook, berating her for making them ‘vile food.’

Commanding her to stay still, with a sadistic grin on his face, he aims his plate and lunches it towards her face until Sanji quickly moves Reader from his lap, placing him on their chair, as he steps in front of Cosette to stop the incoming plate.

“Just what do you think you are doing, you bastard?” he hisses at his older brother, protecting the cook and shielding her from harm.

Reader Awe at his brother's actions grin growing when he sees Sanji bend down, turning towards Cosette and complimenting her on the food

Cosette chuckles nervously. She’d seen them react violently to her cooking before, but Sanji’s reaction was one she’d never seen before, his compliment catching her off guard, causing her to turn a faint pink color, her cheeks rosy.

Reader’s cheer soon changed into warning screams, seeing as Niji stomped towards him, aiming a kick his way

“Sanji-nii!!”

Sanji quickly turned around at the sound of the screams, having no time to make a move as his brother’s leg was brought rapidly down only to stop right in front of Sanji as his father ordered him to stop

“Let me go!” The boy screams, flapping his wings furiously, struggling against Judge’s grasp as he takes hold of him

“ Your mistakes keep growing. May I attribute that to this amalgamation here and this man?” he said, shoving a picture of Zeff and Reader for Sanji to look at, the sound of the child’s wings still echoing around the rooms as they struggle against the man’s grip

“I suggest you cooperate with the marriage to Pudding lest you want both of their heads rolling at your door,” he said, dropping Reader, watching him flutter back to Sanji

He walks out of the room, the rest of his children following him, glancing back at Sanji, who by now has kneeled down to comfort The child

“Make sure tomorrow’s ceremony goes without a hitch, you know what we are capable of,” he said, leaving the room

Sanji was left staring at the floor in shock and anger and then at his brother’s teary and fear-filled eyes

After a minute, he had collected himself; he looked back at Reader, his hand petting his wings gently

“ It’s going to be fine, it‘s going to be fine… ” he tells him, placing his arm around him, trying to protect him as much as he possibly could.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, Sanji-nii!”

“No, there’s nothing to apologize for; I promise you’re not doing anything wrong, okay?” Sanji says softly, brushing his wings and playing with his hair gently to soothe them

“But now, because I’m here, they are making you do things you don’t want to do!”

“ Hey, hey, listen to me, you hear me? “ he says softly,

“This is not your fault, do you understand? This is not your fault,” repeating himself,

“This is not. Your. FAULT! You got that?”

“Bu-

“No buts! Understand?” Sanji says firmly, grabbing hold of his wrists, stopping them from saying another word,

“ I said it’s not your fault. Am I clear?”

“O-okay,” he nods, rubbing at his eyes, trying to rid himself of the tears not cascading from them

“Will Papa Zeff be okay?”

Sanji sighs softly,

“ I promise I will make sure the old fart is okay,” he whispers to his little brother, his eyes shining with determination.

“Do you trust me?”

“Yeah.. but I don’t know what’s going on, im scared. Why did Big Brother fight Uncle Luffy? Why did we have to leave the straw hats? Why did they want you to marry that woman? And why are you wearing cuffs?”

Sanji's heart sinks when he hears his brother start asking questions. He knew it was only a matter of time before he started asking questions, and he deserved to know the truth, but he was not so sure the harsh honesty of reality is something he could take, so he decided to hold most of the facts back.

“It’s… it’s complicated, ” he begins, his tone is serious as he continues,

“ Just know that all of this will be resolved soon...”

“ I promise I’ll answer all your questions later, but right now, we have to stay focused, okay?” he whispers softly to his brother, caressing his chin with his finger gently.

“I need you to be brave, just for a little bit longer, okay? “ he says, his voice a gentle, soothing tone as he takes his little brother’s hand and stands up, placing him on his feet,

“ I know I can count on you, don’t I?

“Yeah”

Sanji smiles, hugging the small boy

“Thank you. This is why you’re my favorite.”

“That’s because your brothers are assholes, Sanji-nii.”

Sanji’s head snaps to the toddler, shocked at his words, eventually letting out a baffled chuckle

“Normally, I would have you in timeout for using those words, but I ‘ll let it slide in this situation.”

He smiles mischievously, his eyes still tear-filled, and his body stiffed with the exchange they had had with Judge

“Im glad Big Brother is not an ass like the skittle men.”

“Okay, don’t push it.”

Maybe part two when Nil takes revenge on Cosette? I know that last part was kind of out of nowhere and a lil bit occ but I had to get that comedy in, I had to its in my DNA

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sleepy-wyvern · 1 year

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The Love Interest | Ethan Landry x female!Reader Smut

READ HERE ON AO3, This will be a multi chapter smut

Scream 6 re-imagined as the love interest of (protective) Ethan Landry!

Tags: tbd, will include violence and blood

Synopsis: Starting the semester as Anika's roommate the last thing you had expected was to be roped into a murder mystery, your life hanging on the line. When you meet Ethan Landry at a halloween party, his cute nervous charm pulls at your heart strings and things escalate.

Note: my lovely eddie fans, I have a request im working on and plan to post tomorrow <3

Spoilers below (plus first chapter ~2.8k words, rest will be on AO3 to follow click here)!

I included many scream 6 scenes (especially towards the end) so major spoiler warnings!!! This will be a longer, multi-chapter series I intend to write (WITH SMUT!) until the end of the movie plus a little epilogue. Be prepared for some angst and drama, I promise it ends nice!

When shit hits the fan, he can't keep his eyes off of you, lest something bad happen to the first love of his life he watches your every move. In fact it made him nervous when he couldn’t see you or know where you were. It made you feel safe, comforted even, but it wasn’t always that way. Unbeknownst to the reader, he is hiding a huge dark secret.

NOTE: The rest of the fic will be available on AO3 but heres the first chapter!

The white ghost mask looked sorrowful, almost regretful, as it held the sharp knife up to your throat. Strong hands pressing the blade just enough for hot liquid to drip down to your chest. The dark alleyway concealed you from any onlookers and any reach for help as you desperately tried to pull the black gloved hand away.

"I'm sorry," the voice was a whisper in the wind.

You thought back to how stupid you had been to trust him. But could you really blame yourself? For desperately wanting someone to trust, someone to protect you when it felt like nobody else was there for you?

When you first really talked at that Halloween frat party, he was eyeing you from across the room. He wore a homemade knight costume out of cardboard and duct tape, his hair curled from behind the helmet. You thought it was cute and endearing- the attention he gave you from afar. The knight you desperately wanted.

Two Nights Before Halloween.

You were all dressed up as your roommate Anika hauled you along to “the Halloween party of the year,” or as she called it. Tonight you wore the iconic Mia Wallace set from Pulp Fiction; short black bobbed wig, white button up shirt and of course bell bottoms. The one fun part of these parties was dressing up.

Your film studies class had been raving about the party, and you weren’t doing great in terms of friends having just moved to the city. So why not go to a party? Especially since your peppy, overly encouraging roommate was going and wanted to drag you along. She had spent the last couple of hours in your shared room perfecting the best pumpkin look she could, no doubt to impress, and you knew she would.

She was dressed in a cute bright orange pumpkin shirt with matching bucket hat, ready to party and drink the night away with her heels clicking on the city sidewalk in front of you.

You put one white ear bud in your ear, playing your On Repeat playlist to try and calm your nerves.

“There will be lots of boys there,” Anikas' voice piped up, sensing your unease “you like boys right?”

It was no secret Anika and Mindy had something going on. While she framed this as a chance for you to mingle, you knew she wanted a chance to get closer with Mindy. Still, you played along. It wouldn't hurt to find your own love interest.

“Sometimes,” you reply with a sly smile. Truth be told, you weren’t exactly interested in the fuckboys these parties tended to attract like fruit flies. Your type was softer, kinder.

Looking back at you, her curled brown and blond hair flowing in the wind. She always looked gorgeous, like a supermodel except with a sweet edge rather than sharp. Her face turned from optimism to concern upon seeing your expression. She stopped in her tracks, putting her arm around you in a tight reassuring hug.

“You don’t have to go with me if you don’t want to,” she reassured.

“I know,” you smile at her “thanks but I want to. I’m just nervous.”

“It’ll be fine, I’ll introduce you to all of mine and Mindys' friends,” she squeezed your shoulder tightly as you nod, her black painted lips turned up into a smile “I’ve got your back.”

You make your way to the party with her arm linked through yours, confidently carrying you both. The trek seemed to take forever even though it was only a couple blocks away, your legs feeling numb against the New York air.

You hear the party from a block away, loads of students coming and going with different costumes making you feel uneasy. Strangers laughed, bickered, and had loud chatter as they walked seemingly from all directions. Strangers with intentions unknown, people you possibly will never see again. Classic New York people traffic. Normally, you didn't mind or even enjoyed the city aesthetic. Now though, there was too much happening. Sirens blasted as cop cars drove down the street, lights flashing harshly in your eyes reflecting off of glass windows and puddles. Part of you wondered where they were going in such a hurry, but you decided it best not to think about it right now, cop cars were constantly coming and going somewhere in the night.

As you approached the building you let out a deep breath of air, fuming with weed and alcohol. People stood everywhere, in the house, outside on the lawn, on the sidewalk, dressed in different wacky costumes. Normally you’d take the time to appreciate every one, all of the different references they had if they were clever. These kinds of parties though, most people just grabbed the first thing that made them laugh or looked sexy from the halloween section.

Stepping inside the frat house was like stepping into a portal to another world. The music, sounds, scents, lights and everything seemed more enhanced.

“I need a drink” you decided out loud to Anika, fixing your wig nervously.

“Agreed” she nodded, guiding you to the table of beverages.

You both grab your own cliche red solo cups as you pour drinks. Whatever it was you didn't care, you just needed the fire down in your stomach to fill you with courage.

“Hey,” some guy spoke to you as he just refilled his drink, raising his eyebrows with a smirk.

You pressed your lips into a fine line, giving him the most uninterested tone you could muster “hey” by the time you spoke his attention was already gone, eyeing up his next target's skimpy outfit and walking toward her like a predator.

Anika giggled at you then filling up her drink, “I thought you liked boys.”

“Not that kind,” you mutter in disgust as you fill your cup, staring into the liquid wondering what it was. Anika had told you but the information was lost to you.

“What kind then?” she swished the liquid in circles in her cup curiously.

You shrug suddenly unsure how to answer “Nerdy, cute, fluffy haired boys.”

“Ah, the first murder suspects,” Anika laughs as you answer, gently smacking her shoulder.

“Well, let’s drink to you finding a boyfriend” Anika smiles, holding her cup up to you “or just some good dick.”

You laughed as you clinked your plastic cups together in some form of celebration and your eyes met his. Brown and sweet, they reflect the faint party lights, glancing away nervously when you notice him looking, as you gulp down some alcohol. You knew him to be Ethan Landry. Clearly his costume wasn’t store bought, pieced together with cardboard scraps and grey duct tape. You imagined him slaving away at it the night before, watching some scary movie as he cuts the pieces from his helmet. Your lips curve into a smile at the thought.

He was shy of you but you found it alluring. You were shy too so you never really talked much, but had a mutual friend group. Anika was a thing with Mindy, who knew his roommate Chad. A semi-complex list of connections that brought you two together at events like this.

You knew Mindy, Chad, Tara and her sister Sam, had survived a brutal attack and moved here for an escape. You, Anika, Ethan and even Tara’s roommate Quinn, sometimes felt like outsiders to them. Not that it bothered you, you understood they needed each other more than ever after what happened. It just strengthened the bond you all had, the supporting cast so to speak.

You mingled around with some of Anikas’ friends, chattering as the music hummed in your ear drums but really the only one you clicked a little with was Mindy and Tara.

“Scary movie fan huh?” Mindy drilled you “what’s your favourite scary movie?” She wiggled her eyebrows, pulling Anika close to kiss her cheek. She wore a multi-colored sweater and you were guilty to admit you weren’t sure if it was from a horror movie or not, something you should know in order to be considered a “true” horror fan.

Anika batted at her shoulder “how can you even joke about that, after what happened to you?” her lips twisted in a scowl.

Mindy shrugged “consider it a coping mechanism” she kissed Anika on the top of her head as she sighed, melting down any irritation Anika may have had.

“I don’t even know how you can go to parties anymore,” Anika said with an edge of sadness “you know, after almost being brutally murdered at a house party.”

“I think of it as being struck by lightning, odds are it won’t happen twice.” Mindy shrugged, pulling Anika closer by the waist.

“Guess I better stay close to you then,” Anika giggled into Mindy as they shared a cute, passionate kiss.

Suddenly you felt awkward and looked about to find a place to cool off underneath your hot wig, and give Anika some privacy. Sighing in defeat you slump against the worn couch. You were so engrossed in all of the sensations you didn’t notice you sat next to Ethan the cardboard knight.

After a minute of shared silence his nervous voice chimes in your ear, slightly startling you but you don’t show it. “You look like you’d rather be anywhere else than here,” he takes off his helmet and lays it in his lap after he speaks.

You were taken aback, the light party music that played in the background seemed to dim. His light brown curls bounced as she shook his head away from any helmet hair. The action, though not intended to, made your heart pound in your ears as you imagined what it would be like to bury your fingers in his hair. A thought which was dangerously close to other, more escalating ones, so you push it away.

“Yeah, well, you’re not far off” you smile into your cup before looking up at him “I’d rather be watching scary movies, I’m only here because Anika invited me” you admit.

His nerves get the best of him and he glances back down at his helmet with a smile “me too. Oh uh, I mean about the scary movie part.”

“Oh yeah?” You asked, interest piqued “what ones?”

You shift your body to face him, straightening out the creases in your button up shirt. His face grows red as his nerves hit but clearly you hit a spot of interest with him.

“Slashers,” he admits, a little nervous perhaps that he’ll come off weird, fiddling with his helmet.

Your eyes sparkle under the muted party lights “I love slashers! They’re like, my comfort movies” you say with maybe too much enthusiasm.

He equally matches yours though, as if you chipped away at his invisible mask of insecurity “I would’ve panned you for more of a Quentin Tarantino fan.”

“Oh I am, don't worry. Pulp fiction? Django? Kill Bill? You have me there. But slashers have my heart, just I couldn’t turn down a chance to dress like Uma Thurman tonight.” You admit.

“Understandable, pulp fiction is probably what really got me into movies” you bob your head taking a drink as he talks, “what’s your favourite slasher?”

A thud of someone dropping something behind you made you turn your head, Ethan’s gaze following yours before you answer.

“Mmm, I gotta say I’m a fan of Stab,” you admit, dabbing the sour liquid off your lips careful not to smear your makeup.

Your drink wasn’t pleasant, but it silenced your nervous thoughts which without it, you would’ve been long gone from this party. Something sweeter, and fruitier would’ve been nicer but you’ll take what you could get. The smooth ease of the conversation for you helped.

“Really?” His eyebrows raise, shocked.

“Yeah,” You admit, “I know it’s cheesy and has all of the tropes but that makes it easy and fun to watch. Also entertaining.” You run your black painted fingernail along the rim of your cup, Ethans eyes trail down to watch your hand movements.

“Well how about Halloween?” He asks, tapping his fingers against his cardboard helmet nervously, perhaps unintentionally mimicking you.

You think for a moment before responding “well, I’d like it more if they didn’t kill the dog,” you say sadly, “honestly though I loved it. My go to Halloween movie, I try to watch it every year at least.”

“Ah, fellow dog fan” he nodded “I can understand that.”

“Have you watched the new one? Halloween ends?” You asked him, remembering it has just been released not long ago “its playing in theaters now-”

You’re cut off by the sound of a scuffle (to put it lightly). Peering over at the stairs you notice it’s Chad shoving a taller guy in a white shirt.

“Oh no,” Ethan lets out a sigh.

Normally, you’d want no part of these things trying to stay as far away as possible but you notice Anika taking interest. Leaning forward you see Tara desperately trying to end the altercation, voice too dim against the music and other chatters to hear what she’s saying.

Ethan side eyes you as you grip the side of the couch nervously. Sam, seemingly coming from nowhere, tasing the man in the crotch as he falls to the floor muttering profanities.

“What have our roommates gotten us into?” you say with humor, though you feel nervous about the situation.

“Hah, yeah,” Ethan says, looking over at the group as you stand up, “it’s fine since Sam always carries a taser.” He watches your expression and seems relieved when your body relaxes from his words.

You follow Anika and the group outside wondering what happened as Tara storms out. The cold air was reassuring against you and you took solace in the quieter atmosphere. You start to hear your own music in your ear again, realising you never took the ear bud out.

“Tara,” Sam calls out to her, who is walking ahead of the group “will you stop?”

“I can’t believe you did that, you embarrassed me!” Tara calls back while still walking.

Chad and Anika walk ahead of you and Ethan, unsure of how to react yet.

Suddenly you turn to Ethan whispering, “Hey, uh how about that movie? I remember there’s a playtime soon” really you just figured they would want some privacy.

Chad unfortunately hears and looks back to Ethan raising his eyebrows with a cocky grin, to which Ethan scowls at. In unison, Anika looks back with her mouth open, surprised as well and redness rises quickly to your cheeks.

“Y-yeah, I’d love to,”a raised eyebrow from Chad makes Ethan backtrack a little, “if you want.”

“Anika,” you scold, “I’ll call you later,” you speak with a firmness in your voice that signals her to behave.

She nods, trying to not interrupt the bickering sisters as you and Ethan trail back, the voices slowly fading out of earshot.

You sigh to diffuse the tension, bringing your phone up to change the music “I figured that was a conversation we shouldn’t hear-” you pause to rephrase “at least I shouldn’t.”

“No, yeah, you’re completely right,” Ethans body was rigid as if nervous.

You smile at him softly when an idea pops into your head “Do you like music?” you ask, realizing how stupid that question sounded after the words left your mouth, but he doesn't seem to notice.

“I do,” he replies and you hold out an ear bud, his hand grazes yours as he grabs it, you shiver from his warmth.

Your earbuds are wired which renders him to stand closely to your right side. For a moment you’re so glad that you opted out of the wireless ones tonight as the heat from his body radiates onto yours.

“I just realized I have no idea where I’m going,” you laugh as you walk down the sidewalk after a minute of listening together.

“Right, new to the area,” Ethan looks down at his feet as you walk in unison “I know the way, it’s not very far. Students like movies.”

You laugh slightly “good, being lost in New York for a third time isn’t exactly on my bucket list.”

You look up at him and as he smiles back, for the second time tonight, you see a glimpse of him through his mask. True and genuine, a reflection of his soul perhaps, the city lights flash in his eyes when he looks down at you. Such a gorgeous smile, you think to yourself admiring the point of his canines giving a side of him you have yet to see.

“Lead the way, my cardboard knight.”

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thebubblesareevil · 2 years

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The wrong shade of green

Danny’s arrival in Star City is not what you might call, uneventful. He was on the run from the GIW, after a lucky shot they manage to catch him while he was transforming. Unfortunately this lead to Danny being chased out of town, unable to transform lest they manage to track his ecto signature. The only reason he managed to get away was thanks to Red Huntress and his parents. They managed to distract the GIW while he made his getaway. He still doesn’t know how his parents feel about him being phantom but they were ready to help when he needed it and that’s what counts.

His first thought was to meet up with Jazz at her college if things went south, but with his identity revealed he knew going to her would put her in danger. With amity on lock down he’s unable to get to the portal. So he manages to get a ticket out of town and hops from bus to bus. At some point he ends up in Star City. He’s managed to pick a few pockets to keep himself fed and clothed unfortunately one night as he was heading back to his “home” (a condemned apartment building that was fine as long as he didn’t breathe too much) he came across a mugging. As much as Danny knows he shouldn’t he interferes, the woman gets away unharmed Danny is not so lucky. Danny managed to get a nice little bullet wound just barely missing his kidneys. It looked like the mugger was about to go in for the “kill” (boy would he be surprised) when the gun it pinned to the wall by a red arrow. Danny slumps to the ground. Trying to figure out if he needed to leave the city already when a teen about his age pops up out of seemingly nowhere and goes to help him try to stop the bleeding. Danny asks who the hell are you, he looks at him like he’s crazy and they he’s like “you must be new around here, I’m speedy” Danny laughs and starts to get up “okay speedy thanks for the help but I’m gonna get going” he grabs Danny like “you are bleeding out you’re not going anywhere” Danny looks him straight in the eye and says “who’s gonna stop me?” And keeps walking speedy follows him and says “im just trying to help! Your gonna die if you don’t get medical attention!” Danny mumbles “too late for that” not realizing speedy heard him.

He pauses and says “at least let me help you get where you need to go” Danny hesitates but accepts and speedy wraps Danny’s arm around his shoulder and helps Danny make it back to where he’s staying. Speedy looks more than a little worried about the state of the building but doesn’t fight him. Once they get inside speedy takes out all the medical supplies he has and gets to work. If he’s surprised by the scars scattered around Danny’s body he doesn’t say anything. Once he finished up he helps Danny lay down and says he’ll be back tomorrow to check on him “so make sure you’re here ‘cus I’ll be pissed if I come here and you’re gone” Danny laughs and says okay. This continues for about a week as Danny slowly begins to heal. Speedy would bring food and supplies then they would sit and talk and at some point or another Danny starts to tinker with speedy’s arrows, improving them. But eventually speedys mentor notices that he seems to be disappearing consistently and coming back with improved equipment. Worried that he’s gotten involved with someone he shouldn’t he follows speedy to the condemned building.

What he finds is his apprentice wrapping fresh bandages around the torso of a teen who is in the process of taking apart his arrows. He slowly leaves the shadows with his hands up to show he’s not a threat. “So this is where my young apprentice has been sneaking off to every night” speedy looks nervous and Danny looks ready to run until speedy puts a hand on his shoulder “I’m not here to stop you I just wanted to make sure you were okay, your friend appears to be hurt, do you mind if I take a look at it.” Danny hesitates but nods, green arrow removes the bandages once more and when he sees the scars littering his body he looks worriedly at speedy who just shakes his head. Green arrows mouth sets in a determined line “it looks like it’s healing pretty well” he looks around the building “this place isn’t the safest though, I have a safe house nearby you can stay in.” Danny looked surprised at the offer and looked to speedy for confirmation, he grinned at Danny. Danny rubbed the back of his neck and reluctantly agreed on the condition he can leave anytime he wants. Speedy immediately agrees and the get Danny to the safe house.

It takes time but eventually Danny tells speedy what he is running from and why and speedy in turn reveals his identity as Roy Harper. They swear each other to secrecy, even from green arrow. After about a month green arrow eventually reveals his identity to him and invites him to join the team doing weapons maintenance. This is when he is introduced to Dinah who he comes to greatly admire, Ollie thinks he has a crush on her because he always watches her train and is more than happy to join in every time. Danny agrees on the condition he’s getting paid for his work. Eventually Danny comes to see Ollie as a kind of uncle and Dinah as a sort of aunt, about a week after this development however Roy goes missing. Danny starts learning to hack, searching for any hint of where Roy disappeared to. Dinah and Ollie search on the ground and between the three of them they find Roy or so they think.

When Ollie comes home with “roy” Danny refuses to believe it’s him, he can’t explain it but he knows it’s not him. The duo try to win him over, after all who else could it be, but Danny refuses. You couldn’t say they were on terrible terms, but Danny didn’t trust him, not one bit and he continued to search for the real Roy to no avail, despairing in the knowledge that he can’t use his powers without being hunted, but it would make things so much easier. One day after a year of searching, the fake Roy officially wins his trust, but not in the way you would think. He’s by himself in the apartment when “Roy” comes rushing in panicked talking about how he was right he was always right and how he found out he was a clone. Danny tries to calm him down and tells him that they need to tell green arrow, they split up, but by the time Danny finds Ollie, “Roy” is already there acting as if nothing happy as can be chatting about how excited he is to finally be welcomed into the league base. Ollie laughs and says “we’ll that’s not the real base, the real one is a satellite in space” Danny is shocked, but he now understands that “Roy” is not fully in control. He decides to play nice and pretend he let the matter drop but continues to search.

After Cadmus happens Ollie invites Danny to work with the young justice team, helping them improve their equipment and helping out. The justice league knows about Danny and knows he’s hiding from something but something (tucker and technus) has prevented them from finding out exactly what. Batman agrees with Danny helping out the team but gives robin the mission of trying to figure out who he is and what he’s running from. Danny agrees knowing that the old league base most likely had much better access than Ollie’s. He joins the team in training and everyone is shocked when he manages to take down superboy, Dinah laughs and says it’s only to be expected from her star pupil. Danny does everything he can to make sure no one knows about his research, however after Kaldur returns from Atlantis earlier than planned only to find Danny hacking into secure documents. He raises his weapon and tells Danny to step away from the computer. Danny backs up and manages to play it off as he was worried about the people who took roy trying to do so again, especially since he’s on his own now, and what their intentions were to begin with. Kaldur reluctantly accepts the answer and even more reluctantly agrees to keep it a secret as he told Ollie he would drop it, on the condition that he would keep him informed and promise not to act on any information he finds. After that the two start to hang out more and Danny start to feel bad about lying to Kaldur but knows hed be putting everyone in danger if he were to try to expose Roy without proof. Everyone starts to slowly realize there’s something off about Danny but they just can’t put their finger on it. When Shazam starts hanging out with the team and later Zatanna this becomes even more evident as the two seemed to have a high respect for danny that neither can really explain.

Everything comes to a head at New Years when red arrow is inducted into the league. When it was revealed that red arrow was to mole all along Kaldur immediately looked to Danny who refused to look him in the eye. He says bluntly “you knew” Danny sighs and says “of course I knew, he was practically my brother. But without proof I would be putting the real Roy, the clone roy and all of you in danger. This isn’t the first time he realized a clone and everytime his mind is wiped and he simply forgets.” He looks away “I checked the DNA they are a perfect match, I had to find a way to solidly prove that he wasn’t Roy otherwise everyone would think I was delusional…again.” With Danny’s help they track down the fake Roy and they manage to take back the watchtower. After winning the day danny and the newly named will team up to continue the search for the real Roy.

Onto season 2 of young justice

It’s been 2 years now and Danny is not 18-19

Will and Danny are in a safe house searching for Roy when they get word that Artemis is dead. Danny is devastated. They might not have gotten along in the beginning but he had come to see her as a little sister. As much as he cares for Kaldur he is determined to get revenge. Luckily will manages to get a lead on roy before Danny does something he would regret. They manage to get Roy back and he’s in the hospital. They won’t let him see roy until roy finally asks for him. “How did you know he wasn’t me, how were you the only one who knew?!” He grinned and said “oh he was much less of a dumbass and I just knew it couldn’t be you.” He laughed “but to be honest I don’t know, he just didn’t FEEL right if that makes sense, like he was just out of sync.” Roy seems to accept the answer and thanks Danny for never stopping his search.

Danny went to get the two of them food and when he came back roy was gone. Luckily he was considerate enough to leave a note. “Not kidnapped gotta go kick ass” Danny laughs and throws the note in the trash after all he’s gotta a new search to start and ass to kick of his own. He begins his hunt (he learned from the best). Danny manages to hunt down Kaldur to a submarine 10 of the coast of biallya. When Kaldur enters his quarters and starts to take off his armor he catches some movement out of the corner of his eye, narrowly dodging a very sharp, very deadly arrow. Kaldur find himself in a fight to the death as Danny comes at him with all of his training from both canary and arrow. The fight is just loud enough to draw attention, Kaldur just barely manages to pin Danny to the wall when a henchman knocks on his door, Danny is certain he’s about to need to use his powers when Kaldur tells him to leave. Danny looks shocked as Kaldur slowly lets him go. Not one to waste an opportunity Danny knocks Kaldur to the ground turning the tables on him and holds a knife to his throat. Danny demands an explanation. Kaldur says I could ask same how did you get here. Danny pushes the knife a little more against Kaldurs throat and says I’m asking the questions. “Why did you betray us?! You killed artemis! And why did you protect me?!”

Kaldur looks him in the eye and begins to explain everything, about how his father is black manta and he used that to infiltrate the light and how Artemis is alive. Danny reluctantly moves the knife from his throat. “Why should I believe a word you say? This could all be a trap?” “You and I both know it’s not, but if you need proof I can call her here, assuming you’ve disabled the security in here” Danny scoffs “do I look like an amateur to you?” Kaldur takes a small item out of his pocket and sends a signal about 15 min later Kaldur is handcuffed sitting on his bed when tigress enters the room. As she’s turning around she asks what the emergency was and get tackled by Danny. “I’m so glad your alive!” Artemis laughs and asks what he was doing here, he steps aside to reveal the bound Kaldur and says “ the original plan was to come here and take revenge but clearly that’s not needed” and he goes to uncuff Kaldur. Artemis covers her mouth trying desperately not to laugh as Kaldur moved to stand. “To be fair he was able to take down Conner on his first time don’t feel to bad” the three catch up a bit before Danny leaves in order to make sure he doesn’t blow their cover. They ask if he need help getting out but he winks and says “I have my ways” after Danny is gone Artemis gives Kaldur a Look and he says “not a word” she grins “I didn’t say anything, but if I did I would say you were looking mighty happy to see dear old Danny. But seriously when this is over if you don’t ask him out I will personally tie the two of you up and lock you in a closet.” Kaldur smirks “noted now you should head back before they get suspicious”

Okay I’m not sure what else I want to add if anything, I don’t know all that much about green arrow, but I get the feeling Danny would study canary’s form religiously so that when he had to use it he could use his wail without being hurt in the process.

In the meantime who do y’all think I should do next?

#danny phantom #ghost king danny #dc x dp #brain vomit #cold current #danny/kaldur #oliver queen #dinah lance #Roy Harper #will harper #clones!!#i might add more later we’ll see what happens #GIW

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jonahmagnus · 1 month

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How I think the TOH characters would react to you asking their pronouns:

1) Luz Noceda

Start of season one: "Uh, she/her! I think."

By the end of season one: "She/her! For noww~..." *double pistols and a wink*

Season two: "She/they baby! What about you?"

Season three: "She/they, but I dont really care."

Post show: "Ehhh, call me whatever. Follow your heart! See where the wind takes you. Look into the sunset. Listen to the whistle of the sea breeze. The answer lies within your heart, you just have to listen" *leaves before you can figure out what the fuck that means*

2) Gus Porter

"He/they, thanks for asking!" Hes a gay ally at the start of season one, but only because he learned about how humans are opporessed for "being happy" in their realm and that broke his heart so much he swore to stand by any "gay" human he ever found. So he self-identifies as an ally dispite being literally bisexual. Luz considers explaining what gay means in human modern context, but decides this is funnier, and then forgets about it.

3) Willow Park

Start of season one: "O-oh! She/they, thanks for asking! What about you?" A little unsure of herself gender wise but is coming into it

By season two: "They/She! What about you?" *Winks* By this point shes grown into herself and identifies as nonbinary. However, hes still not ready to peer into the depths of his soul and acknowledge the true hidden truth at the bottom there. No little plant boy dont internalize that!!!!

Post-show: "She/he/they, thanks for asking!" This is still fully a lie but he plays cat and mouse with his own gender for a couple years after the show. Literally refuses to think about it. He has other shit going on (he doesnt).

Finally, post-post-show: "He/him! Yours?" He is a nonbinary butch womanthing. Thank god he finally figured that out. Amity and Gus quietly exchange their bet money. Amity won.

4) Amitt Blight

Season one: "She/her. What do you want." I loved her bitch era it was so fun.

Season two: "She/they! Uh, thanks... for asking? Am I supposed to ask for yours now?" Still figuring out the proper etiquette. God bless her soul.

Season 3: "Oh, she/they. You?" This social script is so ingrained in her autistic speech patterns and mind that she acidentally said it to a cafe worker once and she almost turned herself into goo. Rip autopilot girlie......

Post-show: "She/they! :) What about yours?" She is secure in her answer now 👍 a certified category five nonbinary woman moment.

5) Hunter Noceda

Season one: "My..... whats?" You try to explain what they are to him and he says "My uncle says gender is a sin and I should never fall into it lest my soul be lost. And I dont know what that means but I dont want him to be mad at me so. Bye" and then he would flee the scene at 300mph and have a panic attack about in the closet.

Season two: "Oh... uh.... he... him?? I think??" *remembers youre supposed to ask something back* "Why do you need to know that" he sounds increasingly desperate as he realizes the social script for this conversation is slipping from his grasp, much like his current sanity.

Season 3: "Oh, oh, uhm, he/him, I guess" He sounds VERY unsure about that. You eye the book in his shoulder bag, and he shuffles awkwardly.

Post-show: "They/he!" They say, still a little haltingly. You nod like you believe it.

Post-post-show: "They...he... it? I mean I like they and it the most but Uhm he is still fine its fine like Im still a human. Im still a human... man" okay Hunter, for sure.

Post-post-post-post-show: "she...they?????" Sure Hunter

Post-post-post-post-post-show: "she/IT???" she shoulds desperate. Okay hunter.

Post-post-post-post-post-postshow: "It/its, but she/her is fine as well. Uh, thanks for asking. Uh. You?" There we go. Glad you finally came to this realization. The Murderbot Diaries would have irreversible affects on its gender.

#the owl house #toh #hunter noceda #amity blight #willow park #gus porter #luz noceda #LOL. lmao even #In honor of the TOH pilot leaking <3 #long post #tag #gender headcanons

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justallihere · 27 days

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OMG THE NEW CHAPTER !!!

im just so without words .... u outdid yourself my god!! i have things to say:

Xaden thinks he's funny by being amused that Violet uses him as a pillow but the way he went "no I didn't mean that come here" when Violet tried to leave his arms LMAO. this is what happens when u bag a bad bitch

Violet being offended by not knowing Xaden's bday was coming up is sooo girlfriend coded (even if she's his wife !!) also I just know she was running to get him a present on time like omg I know she was stressed

her taking over his office ?? yeah exactly !! let everyone know who actually runs this place ty !! xaden is just there to make a bad face but violet is the one controlling everything

Xaden cannot physically go a day without kissing his wife like he's so whipped my god they're gonna be so disgusting when they start kissing each other openly (I cant wait)

Xaden was so gagged by Violet's dress as he should !!! wondering how he managed to marry a goddess good thing he worships the ground she walks on

Garrick stop being noisy challenge, in another life he starred in gossip girl

the dance ??!! oh miss violet just know you are soooooo loved

Xaden be like "my wife blaming herself?? for things out of her control?? absolutely not" and I love him for that

Violet basically calling herself Mrs. Riorson !! I have waited for times like these !!! she wants to make sure HE KNOWS she's his wife lest he forgets it

Violet saying she loves him in her own way bc shes not ready for the three words yet *cries* and also Xaden giving her the emotional space she deserves and not demanding anything from her is soo <3<3<3<3<3

the ring .... i know xaden almost cried

I looove god's lore pls give me more

they're so in love they didn't want to go to bed even if they'd still be holding each other in bed they're so pathetic and so in love i love them so much

Also the little detail that he exposes his neck to Violet willingly and doesn't care if she hurts him ??!! i know you were waiting for that moment !! Sgaeyl and Tairn parallels I see you

thank u so much for another beautiful chapter

Thank you!!!! 🥹🥹🥹🫶🏻

All I have to say is: Xaden is down bad, Violet is finally owning the fact that she’s his wife and the queen of Tyrrendor, and they are soulmates. They’re so made for each other I cry

Also Violet/Xaden and Tairn/Sgaeyl parallels live in my head rent free at every hour of the day and I’ll never be normal about it

#storm in the quiet

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windrunnered · 1 month

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So what is it about Kal that draws an Ashspren in your Dustbringer!Kal au? And is Syl still interested in Kaladin or is his character not as much about protecting?

you and @theknightartorias are sooooo fricking nice to me…..

to answer your question, which i do end up getting to but to answer it first: truly, i do think he attracts an ashspren because he chose to logic himself through the pain of killing elhokar. i think that if he ignores his heart and his honor and solely relies on his self-discipline, that would attract an ashspren. dustbringers’ ideals are about self-mastery, and what’s more disciplined than a man who doesn’t want to kill the king, making himself do it anyway because it’s what he said he would do?

i think syl definitely ends up leaving him. i’m not sure if double-ordering is possible, but i think combustion (kaladin’s ashspren) and syl would kill each other first. i do think that this au transforms and kills kaladin from the inside-out, so his character can no longer be about protecting, lest he make himself completely and utterly miserable. thank you!!!!!! i already have a ramble written so im going to post it belowwwww

so the idea comes from the idea that kaladin does in fact kill the king with moash in wor and just obliterates the honor that syl thinks he should have but doesn’t necessarily contradict his oaths so it doesn’t kill her but she does leave (see: breaking moash’s promise didn’t kill her, even though he swore to him too) also because i can’t think about her dying. and this au isn’t about anyone else i don’t want to think about what would happen to dalinar and adolin in wor!!!!!! they’re saved through Plot

anyway so syl leaves and kaladin is left still broken and open for a nahel bond, one might say even more broken than before, and an ashspren swoops in and is ready to bond with kaladin stormblessed. i’m thinking it happens pretty fast, so he goes from windrunner to burgeoning dustbringer within a couple of days.

his ashspren is named Combustion but i’ve been considering changing it to Ignition too. and combustion’s kind of all over the place, see: (i just wanted it to be relating to points of an explosion, see the only other named ashspren we know of being named Spark)

“Where are we going next? I want to blow something up,” Combustion says. “Your guy has the right idea. I wish I was there when you killed him!”

ok this is long so im putting it below a cut here

i made up the au because i wanted an idea of what would happen to kaladin if he did go ahead and kill the king and go be with moash and do it for moash but the more i think about it the more it becomes a study in how antithetical this would be to their canon dynamic. yes, kaladin let moash have his vengeance and helped him accomplish it, and it literally destroys him inside and out. it annihilates his honor, his “becoming one with the wind” motifs, and makes him an outcast to a service he’s spent the last five years cultivating. in one moment, he’s the head of the king’s guard, in the next, he’s a traitor to the whole kingdom.

this kind of fundamentally destroys kaladin’s deity status not only to bridge four and the kholin princedom, but also to moash, who has to watch kaladin crash and burn in front of him. he comes back from the dust reborn, but something entirely different. he also never reaches third ideal with syl, and has to start from the ground up with entirely new ideals as a dustbringer. no longer are his ideals about protection, essential to his core beliefs, but about self-mastery, which is more important to the decision he made about killing the king.

yes, he could have tried to protect everyone and stayed a windrunner. but he chose not to, chose to define himself as someone who is only ruled by his discipline and not his heart, and became a dustbringer. (it is also partly why i think moash could never be a dustbringer but WHATEVER that’s another post) (kind of also an interesting take on lirin’s “you have to choose when to care,” yeah?)

i don’t know how this would affect moash’s promotion to vyre. but i do think that kaladin still hates the fused because kaladin is, at his heart, an alethi soldier. i think he’d refuse their rule to moash’s dismay. i don’t know if moash would leave kaladin behind to become vyre (and people are welcome to add their thoughts on this post) because kaladin is too cemented in his ways to change, or whether he’d refuse to become vyre to stay with kaladin. especially now that kaladin hasn’t emotionally and physically abandoned moash and chosen the monarchy over his best friend (and loverrrr)

a bit of writing

It was one thing to feel so much pride for him [from how he treated] the lighteyes, the people who had wronged them so unmistakably, but [Kaladin’s] getting the same way about the Fused. Bucking up to them to deny their authority; outwardly helping the listeners they beat and staring down Fused and Regals who dare to try to disturb him. And Kaladin’s Ashpren doesn’t help. Combustion just riles him up further, egging him on to cause a disturbance.

the timeline of events with dustbringer kaladin i think is something similar to:

kills the king -> bonds combustion -> stays with moash in kholinar for a while with both of them trying to hide kaladin being a radiant -> something happens in kholinar. either moash kills jezrien around the time and is accepted to become vyre, the gang sees dustbringer kaladin…. i’m not sure yet! im kind of desperate to write it, but dustbringer kaladin is so opposite of windrunner kaladin that it’s like transformative to the point of destruction, which seems… right, for a dustbringer.

i love the idea that if moash does become vyre (see: moash still having to take responsibility for the king and also possibly crushing kaladin’s one point of unequivocal joy, now marred forever) kaladin still tries to help the radiants and the kholins but like, behind the scenes as much as possible. because how are you supposed to say sorry i killed elhokar and then ran away, i still love you all so much without sounding like you’re completely delusional? i also think that this destroys the line in the sand of kaladin and the wretch, to a secret third thing: someone who is capable of great terrible things and knows the cost of them. what’s that mary shelley quote? “I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.”

i think being a dustbringer would completely alter kaladin like, forever. permanently. i think the point of no return is the second he kills elhokar. i think he knows that he’s a new kind of alone when he loses syl. even when he gains combustion, i think there’s no coming back from that. i think that destroys him.

i think too that once he’s a dustbringer, unless double-ordering as both windrunner and dustbringer was possible (maybe for him cuz he’s Special) he could never go back to being a windrunner. even if he could feel syl. even if he she would want him back and could forgive him because i do not think he could kill combustion or break his oaths with him. i do not think he could do it twice.

anyways i love him and have put much much thought into it and at this point dustbringer kaladin is like my oc basically but THANK YOU FOR ASKING !!!!!!!! he’s so great and miserable and i love putting my barbies under hydraulic presses made of pure stress and agony. kaladin i love you. anyway yeah. i want to write it so bad. i’ll finally have a reason to use one of my favorite titles i made up a while ago

#jupes.txt #cosmereplay #theknightartorias #dustbringer kal au #the title is 'a frankenstein monster's analogy' btw!!!!!!!!! i loved it too much to just use it on a throwaway fic i wasnt gonna think abou #after i wrote it #THANK YOU BOTH FOR ASKING HEHE #wor spoilers /#oathbringer spoilers /

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Feeling very...

Currently an argument...that's been brewing for months, had finally reached a breaking point.

The tribal chiefstess of the 'Arc' family would not have her family destroyed right in front of her...so she decided to have the two problem child's lash it out.

Bleiss Schnee and Ruby Rose were arguing over if Ruby really loved Jaune or not, while everyone else knew of Ruby's love, Bleiss was not so sure. On and on, they argued until Bleiss started yelling at Ruby...

Ruby: Why are you yelling at me? Im trying to make peace and love Jaune, The tribal chiefstess says she wants peace!

Bleiss: Jail-bait, I don't give a damn what the tribal chiefstess say!

A collective 'ooohs' and 'uh-ohs' could be heard from amongst a crowd as Pyrhha, who had her head down as she was letting the two argue out their differences for the good of the 'Arc' family, raised her head after hearing Bleiss's outburst.

Slowly and menacingly, she looked at Bleiss, who at this point knew she fucked up big time as Pyrrha walked up to her face, Bleiss didn't dare look Pyrrha in the eye. Seeing the situation going south, Ruby acted.

Ruby: Pyrrha... What Bleiss said was super messed up, but she didn't mean that... she didn't mean that.

Ruby got in between the self-proclaimed Tribal Chiefstess and The Schnee black-sheep.

Ruby: Right, Bleiss, you didn't mean that?

Bliess who shook her head still refusing to look Pyrrha in the eyes:I didn't mean that...

Ruby: Look, Bleiss has been going through a rough patch. She's been going through a lot...she just not feeling...very...

Ruby struggled to find the words before saying the first thing that came to her mind.

Ruby: She just not feeling very Arc-y.

Bleiss and Pyrrha both looked at Ruby flabbergasted.

Arc-y?

Pyrrha scratched her face as a small smile made its way onto her face, whilst Bleiss was struggling to keep a straight face all the while Ruby looked on, hoping things would calm down.

In the background, Neo, Blake, Weiss, and Yang could barely hold a straight face as well, almost ready to burst out laughing.

Pyrrha: Is that what's going on here...that's the problem Bleiss it's cause you're not feeling...

She looked at Ruby, who nodded as Pyrrha just chuckled.

Pyrrha: It's cause you're not feeling...Arc-y?

At this point, everyone in the group looked on the verge of tears trying to hold in their laughter, Pyrhha looked at Ruby, who nodded as Pyrrha then just told Ruby to say no more, she knew now what to do.

Bleiss still holding a straight face,tried to leave lest she bust out laughing, but Pyrrha wasn't done.

Pyrrha: No-no stay here,stay right here.

Pyrrha, this time, looked at Bleiss: Listen...If you can't find your inner Arc-y again, I'm going to do something you're not gonna like.

She turned to Ruby, who just looked at them curiously. Suddenly, Pyrrha made an axe motion across the shirt that she had gotten Ruby, which said Honorary Arc, on it.

Pyrrha: I'm going to take that 'Honorary' away...

Ruby looked at Pyrrha confused and almost crushed at what she said.

Pyrrha put a hand on Bleiss shoulder.

Pyrrha: And imma make her a full-blown Arc.

That brought Ruby's happiness sky high!

She would be a full-blown arc and be able to kiss/hug and cuddle Jaune!

Pyrrha: So fix it...or I will.

Suddenly, the lights flashed on as a door opened.

Jaune: Uh guys...um what are you all doing in here?

Pyrrha now embarrassed: Nothing, nothing at all, Jaune! Hey, let's go do some training, okay?

Jaune: Is that Ruby? What's her shirt say?

Pyrrha: Oh nothing! Nothing! Come on, come on! We got worked to do!

Jaune: o-okay uh see you all later!

Jaune was then pushed out by a blushing pyrhha who looked back to Bleiss and Ruby, a glare in her eyes before leaving after with the love of their life's.

Yang: So Bleiss, how are you gonna tap into your...inner Arc-y?

#blake bellodona #yang xiao long #ruby rose #rwby lancaster #weiss schnee #neopolitian (rwby)#jaune arc #pyrrha nikos #dragonslayer #white knight #knightshade #silent knight #rwby arkos #bleiss schnee

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What if dbf!simon accidentally knocked us up. It would be so messy!!!

????? oh god?? no thats so…

short response under the cut. do be warned that dbf!simon is ooc and has always been an asshole to the reader in all parts of the series

why do i see dbf!simon urging you to not go through it—

(if you decide to keep it)

—but when you, stubborn and heartbroken more than anything, tell him ‘no,’ when you fight him ‘no,’ thats when i see him stepping up to take responsibility.

he has to talk to your dad with you there because he’s a coward. he can fuck you up but he cant take ownership without having to use you as buffer.

and when your dad punches him, because of course he will, you let him. you’re tired. exhausted. spent. you just… you wish you could just go back to the time you didn’t know simon.

(if you dont decide to keep it)

—and you tell him he doesn’t have to ask you because you want nothing of this. nothing of him.

he apologizes, pretty sorry’s, and then cuts off ties with you; tells you that this is the best option. he tells you that this is how far you two should go. that there’s no need to stay together lest another issue (read: problem) arises.

he apologizes and tells you that you’re better off with someone closer to your age. someone who you could date happily and not in secrecy.

you don’t tell him it’s simon who chose to hide the fact that you two are together in the first place.

;

it really would be so so messy!! i wanna write an actual fic for it but i feel like that opens up sm plotlines and im not ready !!! i havent even established the john price arc 😭

#FOUND IT #apparently it was just my 10th recent draft so idk why i kept digging #anon #ask #dbf!simon

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wawawawawawawawawawawawawa · 2 years

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i literally only made this blog to make this post but ive been reading lots (LOTS) of shizaya and a common thread in all the fics ive read is that izaya feels as if hes undeserving of affection and love etc etc to the point where, if shizuo is nice to him, he automatically assumes its pity. its in literally ALL of them, and usually the Point of those narratives is that izaya is wrong, he's deserving of companionship, and he shouldnt hide behind insane emotional walls to avoid getting hurt.

simple, sweet, we all know it we all love it. its good soup

BUT.

there are some fics ive seen that completely bungle the landing so hard- the least egrigious form of this is if the ending wraps up nice and neat with izaya quitting his line of work and entering into a Good Honest profession. the most egrigious are the ones where its painted that all the things izaya did, he didnt REALLY do. or he had some kind of noble motive for doing it. i hate to rag on fics but the example that encopasses this the most is one where its revealed hes been an undercover cop the whole time

you see the problem with this, no?

the point is that izaya thinks that he's undeserving of affection because of who he is. the narrative sets out to prove him wrong. the narrative also changes who he is, fundamentally.

but shizuo still works for loan sharks? so, what makes izaya differ from everyone else, who is allowed to stay the way they are?

i'm going to extrapolate a TON from here, and if you're still reading, thank you :) if not then idc im partying without you

so. everyone calls izaya a sociopath. it's another common thread i see in shizaya fics.

i'm not going to contest this. it's a correct observation. if you go to the dsm page for antisocial personality disorder, there's actually a picture of izaya there.

its not AS common of a thread as the base observation about izaya's insecurities and emotional walls, but i'm willing to bet this: even the people who do not mention it in the narrative, did notice.

and sociopaths are a good boogeyman.

sociopaths cannot feel emotion. sociopaths do not cry. do not yearn. do not love. they are something other-than-human, both an untouchable, godlike figure, ready to strike and ruin your life at the slightest provocation, and simultaneously the weakest, most pathetic scum of the earth.

izaya is loved, by me and by you. and in fanfiction, by shizuo.

sociopaths are undeserving of love. they are amoral monsters, doomed to never recover- but the doom is not for them, for they do not care. they do not suffer from antisocial personality disorder, they enjoy every minute of it.

(a good number of the fics i read are from the 2010s- before everyone realized people with cluster B personality disorders are, in fact, people. even now, awareness of the humanity of narcissisits and sociopaths is still a bit lacking. i suppose i'll need to wait another decade to be acknowledged as a person. sad!)

(and i'm not going to sugarcoat it by saying "people with NPD" and "people with ASPD." you lot use those terms, and god dammit you will read them here.)

anyway, the crux being: for a sociopath to be deserving of love, they need to change their sociopathic ways.

for a sociopath to be able to change, they need to cease being a sociopath.

(for a sociopath to truly, really change, they need to stamp out every iota of their despicable illness. not a single speck can remain, lest they be the unchangeable subhuman they were destined to be.)

for izaya to be deserving of love, he needs to be stripped of his illness.

people are not stupid. they will notice signs of neurodivergence in people. and yes, sociopathy is a neurodivergence- its not all sunshine and rainbows and good, pitiable crazies. they will notice it and single them out, and they will try to save them from themselves. of course, by "save," they mean "fix," and "from themselves," they mean "so this horrible creature doesn't hurt me."

sociopaths are a good boogeyman. a boogeyman cannot be afforded luxuries such as love, or friendship, or a reprive from the crushing lonliness.

(i mean, its not like sociopaths FEEL emotions! silly!!)

izaya is a sociopath. you know it, i know it, he knows it. but sociopaths are the convinient label we slap onto the worst of the worst. there can never be a shizaya fanfiction where izaya is acknowledged as a sociopath, stays a sociopath, and is loved despite it.

(that's hyperbole. there are quite a few that keep him as-is, although none bold enough to use the word "sociopath" and stick to it. always backtracked, always sanitized.)

anyway. hi, i'm new to the fandom but ive been lurking for quite some time. here is my too-long metapost about how some of you are unconsciously (or consciously) ableist towards people with ASPD. i may post again or i may not. whichever.

if you read all of this, thanks.

#shizaya #orihara izaya #izaya orihara #um. yeah. i have more thoughts but im gonna be late for a thing

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equallyshaw · 2 years

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Cale Makar: Light’s Out.

my power went out, so i thought of this with cale. enjoy!

word count: 1.0k

warnings: few swear words.

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It was my worst nightmare. The power going out. Call me a baby, but I have always hated the out of nowhere darkness, and that is what just happened. I was in the middle of getting ready for bed, and this just had to happen. I sighed, cursing the world. Why couldn’t this have happened when Cale was here? He of course had to leave, an hour beforehand. I groaned picking up my phone, debating if I should call Cale or Mel. Mel has been my rock since joining the wags, and honestly- we were on the same wavelength. Scared of the dark, and all.

I went to the group chat that held EJ, Nate us two and Mel/Gabe. Mel and Gabe had always treated me like a little sister, so we were the closest to them two out of the bunch. I sighed thinking of what was gonna be thrown my way by EJ though. And knew Nate was gonna judge the heck out of me.

Y/n: somebody wanna tell me why my powers out??

Y/n: and now I gotta go light like 30 candles just so I can sleep

Y/n: fuck whoever thought It was convenient to think of power outages

EJ: somebody scared of the dark? Lol

Gabe: yeah aren’t you like 23?

Mel: shut your traps

Mel: are you ok?

EJ: lest we forget about Mel being scared too

EJ: Also you’ll start a fire if you light that many candles

Nate: Yeah we dont need to hear about your house burning down.

Y/n: omg

Y/n: so rude

Cale: im coming back over

Y/n: NO you have a early practice tomorrow

Y/n: just needed to vent

Nate: yeah thanks for waking me up

EJ: ^^^^^

Mel: omg stop it

Mel: be nice.

Gabe: let me go back to my a/c room

Y/n: you guys are horrible !

Y/n: especially you Gabe— how dare you bring up ac !!!

Cale: yeah, low blow dude

Mel: ^^^

What? I couldn’t do anything without a/c. Especially not when it was 80’s degrees outside.

Y/n: y’all are mean, if you dont hear from me in the morning

Y/n: just assume im dead

Gabe: oh no! The horror!

Gabe: good night

EJ: wouldn’t bat an eye

Nate: yeah, wouldn’t be like we’d miss you anyways

Mel: I can’t believe I call you guys my friends and my husband

Mel: ashamed to know you

EJ: you know you love us Mel!

Nate: we would miss you mel, besides Gabe wouldn’t be able to survive without you

Gabe: its true. I’d be dead

Y/n: hate you all goodnight

Gabe: where’s Cale??

Mel: saving his woman unlike you who’d leave me for the wolves

And just like that, I heard a knock at my door. I peeped through the door’s window and sighed. I opened it quickly, pulling him in to trap whatever ac was left. “I thought I told you to not come back.” I said exasperated. “I don’t care!” He exclaimed, “I could never leave you alone to fend for yourself.” He said cheekily as we walked into the living room. I playfully slapped his arm as we sat down. He turned on his phone’s flashlight, in addition to mine already being on. “Hi.” He said giving me a soft smile. “You okay?” He questioned putting a comforting hand on my leg. I nodded, resting my head on the back of my couch. “Such an eventful way to end the night.” I mused, half joking. “Do you wanna finish getting ready for bed?” He asked and I nodded. He got up, extending his hand for me and I gratefully took it. We walked towards my bedroom, and he accompanied me to my bathroom. "Ill be back in a few minutes, ok?" he said gaging my response. I nodded, smiling softly. I grabbed my tooth brush and toothpaste, and began to brush my teeth. A few minutes later, I tied my hair up in a loose scrunchie to pineapple my hair, before walking out.

My heart stopped, as I looked around as saw candles around my room. Cale came back in with another one in his hand, setting it on my nightstand to match the other. My mouth turned into a smile, and I walked towards him to wrap my arms around his waist. I laid my head on his back, "You have no idea what this means, thankyou." I exclaimed. He turned around in my arms and he cupped my face with both his hands. "Ofcourse. We can't have my girl, freaking out." He mused before giving me a big kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss before parting.

"Okay Makar, time for bed." I mused hopping on the other side, and him standing next to his side of the bed. He immediately pulled me into his side, after discarding his shirt and pants. He traced mindless circles on my arm, comforting me. "I wanna kill Gabe." I joked, and Cale chuckled. "Oh yeah, get in line. I think Mel has beaten you to it." He mused, making me giggle. "How dare he use a/c against me." I said in a sarcastic tone, and he nodded. "Very low blow." he mused. "Very." I said softly. It was a few minutes later, and I was slowly falling into a light sleep, I heard the distinct a/c vent turn on. I shot up, with Cale chuckling. "LET THERE BE POWER!!" I eclaimed jumping up and turning on the light fixtures that I had turned off so there wasn't a power surge when the power did come back on. I turned the light on and did a happy dance. "Hell yeah!" I said hopping back in bed and shook Cale playfully. "I think this is the happiest I've seen ya." he joked and I rolled my eyes playfully before grabbing my phone.

y/n: i surived

y/n: let there be light and ac

Mel: yay !!!!

Gabe: is your ice cream cake ok?

I jumped off the bed and left a chuckling Cale behind, as I went to go check on my favorite dessert.

EJ: yeah is it ok?

Nate: you and your ice cream lol

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