#like idk he’s quick to shut stuff down with the kids but…idk

[pizzaqueen]

Steve likes to think he’s the responsible one, that he’s totally over all that teenage stuff, he’s a man now, he’s Seen Things! But! It would be so easy for Eddie to talk him into doing dumb shit. So easy

#steddie #Steve x eddie #Steddie headcanon #pizzaqueentxt #actually this probably doesn’t fit his character but too late I’ve posted it #idk he’s got that easily cranky and world weariness about him at times but he’s also silly #like idk he’s quick to shut stuff down with the kids but…idk #where am I going with this? #anyway I don’t write enough of them doing dumb stuff is what I’m saying haha

[brilium]

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❥ DAY 10. Deep Throat! with Toji Fushiguro

Summary. Megumi got in a fight for the third time in the month, and his father had to attend with Megumi's teacher to talk about his behavior. Toji finds her hot and annoying. Maybe there's one way to fix his annoyance by hearing her yell.

Content Warning. Fem! reader, no use of Y/N, all characters are adults, smut, dub-con, dirty talk, degradation, oral (m. receiving).

Word count. 1,849

Author's note. Idk how it got too short, wtf

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Toji was pretending to listen to your words, but his mind was running on how to get rid of that frown on your lips and turn it into anything else as you rambled about Megumi, who got in trouble, again. One of his classmates at the kindergarten tried to steal his lunch and ended up beaten up by his small hands.

While you both were arguing, Megumi was at the infirmary with the nurse cleaning his small fists stained with dirt and blood.

“God! Why would you teach a kid to shut someone who’s bothering him with a punch!?” The tone of your voice has raised, and Toji makes an annoying gesture with his finger on his lips to tell you to be quiet.

You huff, hitting his chest softly with your hand but following his indication.

“I’m not sure if Megumi is receiving a good assurance with the harassment.” You cross your arms on your chest and Toji’s eyes quickly glance down to your breasts lifting under the apron. “Eyes up there, Sir.”

Toji snorts at your comment, stepping closer to you so you have to look up at his face closely above yours.

“My bad, I was thinking about a better way to deal with annoying stuff. It may be that you didn’t like it, teacher?” His hand raises to the level of your waist, caressing it softly above your shirt and you blush softly before hitting his hand away.

“Sir, you should behave.” You say stern, trying to not let your voice tone shake too much. “We are at a school, one for little kids like yours who could pass by and see something that they shouldn’t.”

“So you’ll be more cooperative if we were anywhere else?” He smirks, stepping closer and making you walk backwards until your back hits the chalkboard behind you. Toji puts his forearm above your head, caging you with his big body.

You open your mouth to answer —to stop him— but his mouth flies to your neck, licking it softly to send shivers through all your body, Your hands grab his shoulders, pushing him softly with your weak trembling arms.

“S–Stop, we shouldn’t be doing this.”

Toji groans on your neck, biting it softly to force you to let out a soft whimper that you quickly cover with your hand. Your legs start to feel like jelly as he grumbles against your skin.

“C’mon, teacher. Those brats are annoying, ain’t they?”

“N—” Toji bites your earlobe as his body slams against yours in the chalkboard, resonating in the small classroom. You moan sharply and sink it on his shoulder. “A… A bit.”

“See? We’re talking now” He smiles, kissing your neck as his hands travel to your breasts to cup them between his big hands and squeeze them above the apron, you squirm and bite your lip trying to not let out any sound. He feels them being a little bit more squishy and soft than they should be and smiles wide. “Oh, no bra, teacher? I like it.”

“S–Shut up,” You whisper, taking a quick glance at the closed door, hoping that no one enters right now. “It’s annoying to use it.”

Toji nods, kissing you jaw and playing with your breasts until you finally let your moans be more auditive, your sweet sounds seem to have a deep effect on him from his hard crotch subbing on your stomach.

You try to get away from him, knowing how wrong this is, but his fingers start to draw small circles around your clothed hard nipples and make you throw your head back with soft moans. Toji smiles, leaning back from your neck to look at you with dilated pupils and his chest going up and down heavily.

You feel like a prey about to be ripped in half by her predator, but your eyes can’t help but glance at his shimmering lips. Against all the alerts popping in your mind, you get on your tips to get closer to his lips but he stops you with a deep laugh that vibrates from your head directly down to your wet core.

“You were just scolding me for teaching my son to not let others bother him, you change your mind pretty quickly, aren't you?” He grabs your chin to lift your face so he can look at your —annoyed— blushed face. “Should I teach my little boy to give up that easily?”

Toji moves his hand smoothly to slide two of his fingers between your lips. You try to resist by shouting hard your lips but his fingers push strong enough to part them and slide them through your tongue.

You feel ashamed and weak, but still your body plays against you by reacting to his fingers pushing in and out in your mouth. It’s hard to keep your eyes opened under his smirk of pride as your lips suck on his fingers.

When you decide to close your eyes is when your rationality abandons you, your tongue starts to swirl around his fingers, sucking them inside and licking them when they pull back. The lewd action starts to grow a pool between your legs as Toji keeps you standing with his knee between them.

You start to moan against his fingers, trembling and whining on his fingers, enjoying it, but he interrupts your joy by pulling his wet fingers out from your mouth. You open your eyes immediately to whine but the sight of him sucking on those wet fingers between his lips, tasting your mouth indirectly makes you forget your complaint.

Toji grabs your shoulders softly and starts to push you down without any hesitation from you. Anyways, your legs were already weak for any action from him.

When you are on your knees right in front of him and he starts to untie his belt quickly, you know what's coming, but your mouth is already watering when you see the bulge with a wet spot on his boxers.

Toji startles slightly when your hands don’t wait for him to pull down his boxer and let his aching cock let out from the clothes. Your eyes widen at the view of his fat and big length, swallowing some saliva in fear of how is going to fit in yoru mouth or your cun—

No, you may be giving this man a handjob. But not fucking with him.

He’s one of your student’s parents!

He doesn’t waits for your decision or actions, grabbing his base to slap your cheek with it. You should be annoyed, but you smile and close your eyes at the way his tip soaks your face.

Toji smiles back, loving how given up you’re already.

He moves his cock to put the tip on your lips, just like his fingers. But this time, you don’t fight back, you let him slide the tip slowly between your lips and he groans heavenly, you swirl your tongue on it, tasting the drip of precum on it an sucking softly on it, you bring your hands up to grab his base and jerk him for some help to blow him but he slaps yoru hand away from it.

“No, teacher. Use only that pretty mouth of yours” Toji laughs, and you feel the vibrations on his cock slowly entering your mouth, you growl on him, hitting his thigh softly to warn him.”No, no, precious. We’re learning better ways to keep silent, aren't we?”

You roll your eyes, about to pull back and leave, but his hand quickly grabs the back of your head to keep it still as his hips thrust on your mouth roughly.

“Mhmph!” You whine against him, feeling a small tear running through your cheek while his hand tangles around your hair to grab it firmly as his hips start thrusting between your lips like his life is on it.

“Fuuuuuck!—” Toji swears loudly and you blame him in your mind as the tears start running through your cheeks ruining your makeup. Please, don’t be too loud. “Who would’ve said that such a pretty slut would be the teacher my son's teacher”

Shit, your cunt clenched around nothing by hearing his husky voice degrading you.

Toji’s thrusts start to slam on the back of your throat, making you gag around him and feeling the drool dropping on the sides of your mouth. You look up at him while your cheeks hollow around his cock, trying to make him cum sooner so you can stop moaning against him.

“Yes, yes! Fuck, that mouth is so good, teacher” His hands keeps you on there, bobbing on him as you feel him tense on your mouth. “Come on, I’m close, suck it good and I’ll finally shut the fuck up so you can scream at me all day if you want.”

You moan, trying to use your tongue through the gags as one of your hands squeezes your breast above the clothes as he pushes your head to almost the base of his cock until you feel the spread of cum spilling on your throat.

Toji growls loudly, tasting the clench of your throat as he pulls back slowly, a string of cum falling from the sides of your mouth and his cock to the floor. He smiles at you, your pupils dilated with tears running down along with your mascara and your half opened mouth shimmering with drool and cum.

You swallow the cum, feeling suddenly embarrassed as you get up with struggle, sitting up on the chair near to the desk, trying to calm the ache between your legs calling for him.

“I… Won’t let you step on here anymore.” You say breathless, fixing your clothes while he does the same, laughing on the low.

“Yeah?” He snorts, tying his belt again. He walks towards you and bends closer to you and you feel your breath choking on your throat again, but this time there’s nothing. “I still have to come for Megumi’s scores, festivals, next fights…”

“He shouldn’t be fighting anymore.” You say, trying to not let your voice shake.

He waves his hand in dismissal. A knock on the door interrupts you, a small person with messy black hair and sharp eyes looks at you both with some band aids on his cheek and hands.

“Let’s go, Megumi” Toji turns, facing his back to you and leaving you there, half aroused and with his cum still stuck on your throat.

Theyboth walk together through the door, Megumi refuses to hold his hand as Toji groans and walks outside along with his son. You bite your lip, blaming yourself before running towards the door and yelling at them.

“Next parents reunion is on Friday at 6PM in this classroom. Just to let you know!”

You run inside quickly, looking for your car keys so you can leave immediately and use your vibrator.

On their side, Megumi shrugs, looking up at his father with doubt.

“But wasn't the parents reunion last week?”

At that moment, Toji smiles widely, thanking for having such a brilliant son.

#kinktober 2023 #kinktober #brilium #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #toji fushiguro x reader #toji smut #toji x reader #jjk toji #toji x you #toji fushiguro smut

[ryomens-vixen]

I don't even think I can handle Chucky!Sukuna, Can you?

Contains: NSFW, Comedy, Yandere Tendencies, Vulgar language, Non-Con.

Summary: Before Sukuna passed away he made you promise to bring him back by any means necessary, and you did... But he wasn't too happy about it.

Word count: Idk Sis... 🤷🏾‍♀️

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*CRASH*

*SCREAM*

"Ryomen you told me to bring you back by any me- AH!" Yup he was absolutely pissed, stopping your sentence by the chuck of a kitchen knife that pierced the wall just inches from your face. Seeing this angry little devil inside of a children's doll Scurry about the kitchen floor in a tantrum curses and insult was laughable, but you knew who you were dealing with at the end of the day.

"Kuna just calm-"

"Tell me to calm down again, and you'll wish you hadn't!" He pointed his stubby finger at you with an enraged scrunched up face.

"What in your right mind gave you the fuckin idea to do THIS it me? Huh? Is some kinda sick joke? My dumb lovestruck wife couldn't find an actual vessel?!" God he's so hot when he's pissed, when he's degrading you.

"W-Well I wouldn't say dumb-"

"Stop goddamn talking, god I can't hear myself think with you running your mouth~" he paced back and forth about the kitchen area thinking to himself meanwhile all your dumb little brain could think about was his hand wrapped firmly around your neck once the both of you could find a perfect vessel. Hell maybe even once that looked exactly like him, but what? All you could think about was the way he manhandled you all the time. Just thinking about it made you more wet than him degrading you just now- if only he wasn't in the body of a children's toy... Something bigger... Something you could customize like the dildo you begged him to customize in the same size and shape of his cock.

💡💡💡-!!!

"Kuna! I have an idea!" You swiftly picked him up, your perverted mind racing with the thought of customizing a body for him...a sex doll to be precise.

"Well you better make this shit quick I can't stand this picking me up bullshit much longer- Ouch!"

In your excitement you might have accidentally banged his precious forehead against the frame of the door to your bedroom. While snickering about your pervy and full proof idea of transferring his soul to the body of a sex doll. As much as he would absolutely love to entertain the thought sukuna was far too busy trying to hold his temper with you, but at the same time excited to take some anger out on you in due time.

Finally it was here the sex doll you spent a few thousand dollars on made in the same likeness as your late husband. You watched as Ryomen was getting use to his new temporary body, the silicone abs, muscles, cock. Two? You customized it was two? You weren't paying attention, but Sukuna was definitely smirking your way at the thought of you bouncing on both of his cocks. He also thought about fucking you dumb.. But it Would only make you more dumb and he didn't need that at all.

"Do you like it, Ryomen! I worked so ha-" Ryomen had swiftly grabbed a fistful of your hair, forcing both of his silicone cocks into your mouth shutting you up completely. "Hey.. Watch the tee- Ah What the hell~" Sukuna kept a tight grip on your hair as he fucked into your throat, He threw his head back letting out a deep groan pushing his cocks balls deep down your throat. Holding you there just the listen to the coughing and gagging you made, patting on his thigh trying to signal to him that you needed air.

"Fuuuuck~ If I wasn't plastic if I wasn't plastic I swear you'd be drinking my fuckin kids right now." He pulled out from your throat, dragging you once again by the hair and tossing you to the bed while listening to how you gasped and wheezed for air. The mere sight of struggle from his lovely, dumb, perverted wife just turned him on even more.

Before you knew it he had your wrists, and ankles all tied up, ball gag in mouth, while he pounded into both of your tight holes. Sukuna watched as tears streamed down your face and eyes rolled back- oh did he take pleasure in that.. Licking your tears from your eyes, yanking and tugging at back of of you head. Right now you were just a dirty little who're to him and he loved every bit of- just like you loved EVERY bit of him right? Right.

"Awww, Does my dirty bitch of a wife want me to stop? Heh I don't think so doll face, You're mine!" He only pounded deeper completely bullying your gspot isn't almost like you could feel him in your guts it felt so good, but it was so overstimulating. It was all too good until you felt a sharp stinging pain on your back causing a muffled scream to come out of you. Sukuna was literally slicing at his name into your back with scary accurate precision. "oh be fuckin quiet, don't you get it baby? I'm a good, fuck..., good guy like that stupid doll says- so I'ma breed and mark you like a GOOD GUY should~"

"Fuck that's so good~"

"Kuuu... N... Na.. ~"

taglist: @blkkizzat @gojos-thot-patrol-main @biscuitsngravie @satkuna @callm3senpaii @candycandy00

Gonna go do my make up for Halloween Bye!

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #ryomen sukuna #jjk drabbles #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #sukuna x reader #sukuna smut #kinktober

[starkeyslover]

Them watching you get ready for bed and you only wearing panties and a tank top

Game: The walking dead the final season

Fem! Reader

Characters: Clementine, Marlon, Mitch, Violet, and Louis

Warnings: Get's a little sexual but it doesn't go far. I didn't know how to write the title cause it could be many things like watching reader get ready for bed but I found it doesn't work well idk if that's just me tho💀

Clementine

When AJ used to sleep in the same room as you and Clem you would always and I mean always wear stuff to cover yourself up. Like pj pants and one of Clems hoodies. But when AJ moved into Tenns room you wore less. Like wearing short shorts and one of Clems shirt or just wearing your panties and the shirt you wore that day. At first Clem didn't think much of it, thinking you were just getting more comfortable since there isnt a little kid around anymore but soon she started taking a liking to it. Not in a sexual way; she liked that you were comfortable enough around her to be dressed like that.

One summer night it was hot. An unbearable type of hot that you want to rip your skin off because it was that hot. Because it is the end if the world you had no working air conditioning so the next best thing is to get rid as much layers as possible. Which is your white panties and a grey tank top. Clem was laying in bed as she waited for you to come to bed with her. You walked over to bed and you heard her whistle at you as she looked you up and down.

" Oh shut it." You blushed as you climbed in bed with her. Getting underneath the sheets you snuggle up to her. Her arm is around your shoulders and your head is on her chest while your arm rested on her stomach. She planted a kiss on the top of your head.

" You look beautiful."

Marlon

My guy go crazy seeing you just in your panties and a tank top. He watches as you get ready for bed. He smirks to himself as you unbuckle your belt and let it drop to the floor and pulling off your jeans. You take your shirt off over your head and let it fall to the floor. Your back is turned to him. He sees scars littered your back as you reach your hand behind your back to unclasped your bra but he gets up and comes up behind you and moves your hands for him to do it. He lowers his mouth to your neck and kisses your shoulder and going up to your jaw. Your bra falls to the floor and his hands instantly go to cup your breasts in his hands. A soft gasp leaves your mouth before you giggle.

" What do you think your doing?" You said quietly as you turn around to look at him. He looks down to you before flashing a smile.

" Just helping you out." He responded like he just wasn't groping you a second ago. You roll your eyes and give him a quick peck on the lips before turning around to go pick up one if his tank tops off the floor. A simple white one but you like it mainly because its Marlons and that it is loose on you. You bend down by your waist to pick it up before standing up and slipping it on. You hear a groan behind you and you turn around to face Marlon who is blushing hard.

" What?"

" Don't act innocence, Y/N."

Mitch

He won't say it out loud but he thinks you are the sexiest women on the earth. It fascinates him how easily you can get him all riled up even if you don't try. This night was no different.

You and Mitch were snuggling and talking about anything and everything. It was late and you didnt want to wear tight ass jeans and 3 layers of clothing to bed. Especially if you are sharing it with someone else. Without saying word you got up and sat at the edge off the bed to kick off your boots and take your jeans off. A sigh of relief leaves your lips and you start to take off your jacket before you got stopped.

" Come here, I'll help you." You heard Mitch say. You turn around and see him sitting up and he motioned you to sit on his lap. Without a second thought you sat down facing him with your legs by his sides. He grabs your jacket and pushes it off your shoulders and tosses it to the side he then unzips your hoodie and also tosses it to the side. Next was your t-shirt to come off he grabs the bottom of your shirt and pulls it off of you and guess what? Also tosses it to the side. Leaving you in your bra. A blush forms on your face as he obviously stares at your boobs.

" Are you also going to take my bra off?" You asked. He looks up to you and you can see a faint blush form on his cheeks. He doesn't say anything other then putting his hands behind you and uncliping your bra and slipping it off you. A smile forms on his lips at the sight of your bare boobs. He's quick to bring his mouth to your boobs and play with them. A moan left your mouth as you bring your hands up to his hair.

" Mitch! It's late I want to go to bed!" He heard you whine as you pulled him off. He would look up to you with puppy eyes only for you to roll your eyes and you reached over to the nightstand you grab one of Mitch's tank tops and put it on.

" Y/N!"

" That is for another night, baby."

Violet

She secretly watches you get change. She pretends she us sleeping but really her eyes are open just a little bit to watch you get change.

She watches you take your boots off. You taking off your gun belt and it falling to the floor and then you unblocked your belt that held up your jeans to also take it off leaving you in your white and red heart underwear that had a little red bow on the front. Feeling herself blush really hard as she watched you unbutton your red flannel and for it to slide off of your shoulder onto the ground. She shifted in bed as you started to take off your matching red bra and for it to be tossed onto the chair leaving you just in your panties. You go over to your shared closet and you take out one if Vi's black tank tops. It hugs your body and you go over to your bed and you snuggle up to your girlfriend.

"I know you were watching, Vi."

Louis

Louis is already in bed with his arms behind he head as he waits for you. He's already ready for bed wearing is plaid pj pants that are black and a dark green and not wearing a shirt. He says wearing pants is enough. He has a small smile formed on his lips as his lidded eyes watches you get changes. You taking your Jean's off and t-shirt as well as your bra. He can feel himself blush just a bit when you took your bra off. He looks down to your panties that are black with a little bit of lace at the top of it. You walked over to your guesses closet and grab one of Louis's tank tops. Slipping it on the arm holes are big to the point there is side boob to be seen.

" Wearing my clothes again?" He asked. You smile at him and crawl onto your shared bed and sit on his lower waist.

" I like them" You answered simply before leaning down and giving him a kiss. Your hands going to his chest. His hands go up your thighs and grip them as you kiss. Pulling back you roll over to the side and lay down, pulling the covers over the two of you.

" Really, Y/n? Again?" He chuckled as he pulled you in close to him

" To keep you on your toes, Lou."

#x reader #writing #twdg x reader #twdg louis #twdg clementine #twdg mitch #twdg violet #twdg marlon

[heartfullofleeches]

Just a random ramble about Cholly. (Also couldn't remember the pronouns so I stuck with He/They since I think I remember those being used but I apologize if it's incorrect!)

My brain is filled with Cholly for some reason and I just imagine them wearing the goofiest halloween costumes. Like the classic ones but having a silly gag. Vampire costume would probably involve them being caught having "blood" on his mouth but he pulls out tomato juice. Frankenstein (I know thats the doctor but for simplicity sake I'm calling the monster that) costume would be normal except he shocks himself with electricity. Unlike Frankenstein however, he shows that skeleton and black border cartoons use as he is zapped. Although his body is a mystery with how they can contort themself so those bones are just for show I'm pretty sure. Ghost costumes would definitely result in him being able to float while wearing it. Like it's just a white sheet over their head but when you pull it off he stays hovering in the air for a second but looks down and falls upon realization he can't fly. I feel like a mummy costume would just be him using toilet paper to wrap up people. He may wear it and then spin it off and wrap another person with it OR instead just pull it out and wrap others. Idk my brain is rotting and I think of the stuff cartoon logic can be applied to and Cholly just fills my brain perfectly.

Sorry if I bothered you with this! Just wanted to ramble a bit about Cholly :D

Never apologize when it comes to rambling about Cholly. I wholeheartedly advocate for more. You don't understand how much I love this goofy toon and would ramble about them daily if I didn't feel I was dumping too much about them at one time. They are so bby girl and such a delight to write for. (For future reference Cholly literally does not care about what pronouns are used for them as they are simply Cholly) For the Ghost costume I could see them doing a gag of drinking "poison" (maybe paint thinner?) and actually "dying" to become a ghost. (They'll be fine so no worries). Still throws on the sheet to spook their darling when the time comes. Probably throws it over their shadow instead and stands behind Reader, transparent and floating a couple inches off the ground. Uses their new abilities to peep on them before missing being able to touch Reader and hoping back in their old skin. - "Whatcha think of my new look?" It's certainly a look. Not the most original, but still quite cute. The trace of the rabbit's pointy ears stick out like a sore thumb from the sheet they wore. You could already imagine their cheeky grin, and the twinkle in their eyes hidden behind those big black circles cut through the blanket. You couldn't wait to see it. "Looking great, Cholly- just one little thing." The Ghost tilts their head, cloth bunching up just enough for you to make a grab at it with zero issue. "What's that?" "I already miss your pretty face." Lunging for the sheet, you yank it off their head in one fell swoop. Your speed surprises even you which boils to confusion as the dust settles. They aren't there. You've seen a number tricks from the colorful character, but there was always some trace of their presence life behind. You look to your right, then your left. "Cholly?" "Still right behind ya, Doll." You spin on your heels. It takes a minute for your eyes to pull away from the blank wall behind you and instead train on the head poking through it. Cholly waves, elbow propped on thin air and hand rested beneath their chin. Watching the quickness of your chest increase, their smile grows. "Hiya, Gorgeous~" You scream. Cholly snickers, eyes shut with the violent bounce of their shoulders. They let a surprise, elated gasp as their eyes widen beneath the see through lense of their kids. "Wow! I can see you even with my eyelids closed! Ghost life just keeps getting better and better." You march over to them, reaching out only to touch solid wall. "Are... are you...?" "Dead?" Cholly scoffs. "Pfft- Course not!.. I mean I am a ghost, but it's a toon thing. I can change back whenever I want to." You let out a sigh of relief. "Good..." "By the way.... If you ever need a hand in the shower, I could lean two. Missed a couple spots while you were in there earlier." "Cholly!" "Think I hear the stove runnin'. Better go catch. Catch ya later, Gorgeous." Bringing their hands up to the sides of your face, you feel the ghostly imprint of their lips upon yours. Only downside to their new form was they couldn't kiss you with the intensity and passion brew inside them whenever in your company. They wink as your brain redirects from the sweet gesture back to the topic of their little peeping session, and fazes out through the wall before you had the chance to chew them out.

#Toon yan #yandere #yandere oc #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere x you #yandere insert #yandere x reader #yandere blurb #Cholly my oc #soft yandere

[whatsaudreythinkingabout]

Idk if u d0 r0mantic headcanons but… Dating Matthew Patel headcanons

I haven’t done romantic headcanons before (at least in terms of “x reader” stuff) but I’ll give it my best shot!

Quick disclaimer: I am a lesbian who is very much not attracted to men, so I’m approaching this from a purely objective standpoint just to get a better idea of how I interpret his personality & overall approach to relationships (& it’ll also help me flesh out my MattLee headcanons so I can get a clearer idea of their dynamic in my head)

So anyway:

Dating Matthew Patel

As I mentioned in my previous post about Matt (which you can find in the tags), after what happened with Ramona he became hesitant to pursue another romantic relationship because he figured it would only end badly, so he started to play up the whole “mysterious brooding loner” schtick so people would leave him alone. Unfortunately, this only attracted him more attention because 1. he was trying way too hard so it just made him come off as overdramatic and 2. there was a select group of girls in his grade who thought he was secretly a vampire and took him rebuffing their advances as “playing hard to get” (yeah this all technically takes place before Twilight [and by extension the vampire craze] comes out but it’s my headcanon & I’m allowed to have a little fun).

If he did catch feelings for someone, he’d probably start out repressing them pretty heavily like the angsty little bitch he is. He talks a pretty big game for someone who claims they’re so slick, but when the time comes to actually tell someone how he feels he shuts down & it would probably take him a while to work up the nerve to confess.

Either that, or he’d come in overconfident with some kind of ridiculous pick-up line, then cringe at himself on the inside whenever he inevitably crashes and burns.

However, once he does finally feel comfortable enough with a partner, he would be completely and utterly OBSESSED. This man is first and foremost a theatre kid, so he is dramatic as fuck and not afraid to show it. Expect a lot of big, flashy, over-the-top romantic gestures; gifts, food (I do HC him to be a good cook), nice dates, fully-choreographed musical numbers—you name it.

It’s been said that the difference between being in love with a hero vs. a villain is that a hero would sacrifice you to save the world, but a villain would sacrifice the world to save you. Matt might be more of an edgelord than a true villain (no matter how much he claims he’s totally evil, yeah sure you are), but regardless he would burn the entire world down if it meant the person he loved would be warm.

It’s also been demonstrated that for all his big talk he has a pretty fragile ego, so he’d fall apart at the slightest indication that you were mad at him. Just totally pathetic (/affectionate) malewife guyfailure energy

Overall he acts all doom & gloom on the outside but when he does love someone, he’d both die and kill for them

honestly that’s about all i got for right now. i might come up with more later but it’s a lot easier for me to do these types of things for female characters bc women

#scott pilgrim #scott pilgrim vs the world #matthew patel #headcanon

[squarebracketsmileyface]

I don’t remember if I or anyone else has given this song yet… but Tongues & Teeth by The Crane Wives is so Alex

I love this song, but i usually relate it to Desert Duo (from third life and double life, idk if you know what that is but it's a cool minecraft series and its amazing so you should lol) so I'd never even thought about it in the context of Sorry, It's Locked.

But oh my god?

You're so right?

It's so Alex?

Anyway, uh, Too long and very armature analysis incoming. As usual lol. I have far too many thoughts, as always, about my babies, and I've been writing sorry its locked Jam for the last couple days so I need to remind myself of the dumpster fire of a relationship the fic started with :D (I'm kidding, i love Jaylex in this fic and wish I hadn't done them so dirty, they could have been amazing. but also i love angst)

This whole song feel's like Alex kinda, like, reminiscing over his and Jay's relationship? Or, like, how it ended, but like, reminiscing in the moment? Do you know what I mean? Or is reminiscing over something while it's still happening just a me thing lol. Anyway, super long thing incoming (I'm so sorry, it's so long. This song has me in a chokehold).

I've grown a mouth so sharp and cruel It's all that I can give to you, my dear And when you come in quick to steal a kiss My teeth will only cut your lips, my dear

As far as Alex is concerned, his relationship with Jay didn't start out bad. Back in college, when they started their fwb situation it was pretty healthy (though that did go downhill relatively quickly) It started out fine, but tension grew as soon as Alex realized that Jay actually liked him and that he couldn't bring himself to like Jay back, or to allow himself to like Jay back. That started the friction between them, but they kept fucking because it was fun, they both enjoyed themselves, and Jay didn't call it off yet. Alex definitely liked Jay, but he didn't necessarily know he liked Jay back. And didn't know how to express it, so he just didn't.

Then obviously the stuff with the Operator started, and that changed Alex's personality a lot, making him irritable and unpleasant to be around, even for the people he'd been friends with the longest. His mouth grew sharp and cruel, but he didn't break off his thing with Jay because it was the one place where he actually felt in control of his life. Jay did what Alex told him to, and Alex didn't have to wrestle with himself to not be unkind to him, because that was what Jay wanted (as far as he'd made Alex aware, that was what he wanted out of their dynamic)

If Jay tried to initiate anything softer, or more romantic with Alex back in college (or even just mentioned it, sometimes) Alex would shut him down. His teeth cut Jay's lips when Jay went in to steal a kiss, because Alex couldn't let himself get attached, and if he let Jay kiss him without it being used as something to spur them on to acts where Alex was definitively in control, he wouldn't be able to cope with it.

(jesus this is already so long. im so sorry if you decide to read all of this dude)

And I know that you mean so well But I am not a vessel for your good intent

Jay trying to help Alex after they meet up again is pretty much the last thing Alex actually wants. He asked Jay for help to find Amy while his thoughts were being edited and glitched out by the Operator, so when he first got in contact with Jay again, he did it so he could try and kill Jay. Then he regained his senses a little and realized that the absolute worst thing Jay could do was stick around. Like, obviously Jay meant well in trying to help Alex, but Alex hadn't meant well when he'd asked for help.

Jay wants to help, and he want's to rebuild the friendship he once had with Alex. He wants to help find Amy, despite Alex leaving him for her. He wants to help figure out what happened to Alex back in college. He wants to help figure out how to save Alex from what he's figured out happened. But Alex isn't the person Jay's well intentioned helpfulness should be aimed towards.

Alex doesn't really think he needs saving, he's convinced he has to save everyone else. But he has a twisted understanding of what it means to save people, and his idea of saving people often directly lines up with the things the Operator edits his thoughts to make him do. He doesn't (can't) realize that the things he does to save people (killing them) and the things the Operator edits his thoughts to make him think it's okay to do (killing those same people) are the same thing.

When he has a bit more sense about him, he realises that killing because it's what the Operator put in his head is awful and not something he wants to do. But he doesn't see killing people to 'save them' as the same thing. He barely even sees it as killing half the time, and even when he does, it's for the greater good.

So he doesn't think he needs help and he doesn't think he needs saving. And even if he did realise he needs help, Alex doesn't believe himself worthy of being helped or saved, not when he knows what he really intended to do when he first asked Jay for help.

I will only break your pretty things I will only wring you dry of everything And if you're fine with that You can be mine like that

SO i have two lines of thinking about what this verse could mean

Post College:

Alex doesn't break pretty items that Jay owns (he doesn't have any that Alex could break, really) but he does break Jay in a way. After they argue in the parking lot, he realizes that Jay isn't going to stop trying to help him, no matter what, so he'll have to force him to, by breaking Jay's heart and making him hate him.

Jay's heart is a pretty thing: It was loving even when Alex was giving it nothing but a good fuck in return. It made Jay help Alex with his student film even as Alex became more and more unbearable to work with. It made Jay come back to help Alex all over again when his girlfriend 'disappeared'.

Alex had to save Jay, and his own (deeply buried) feelings for Jay stopped him from just killing him like he had to save Amy, and Seth, and Sarah, and all the others. He had to find another way, and the only way he could think of was to wring Jay dry of every ounce of care he still held for Alex.

OR

During College:

Alex wasn't trying to hurt Jay and break his heart, if anything he felt constantly like he was doing nothing but breaking his own heart over and over again by denying himself the chance to actually date Jay. So he kept up the fwb situation with Jay because it 'suited' both of them (aka neither of them voiced the issues they had with it to the other) until he'd wrung Jay dry and an opportunity to escape having to deal with his own sexuality (Amy) came along.

But, if Amy hadn't come along and offered Alex the perfect way out, he would have kept the fwb going for as long as he could, not willing to give up having Jay in the only way he felt he could until he absolutely had to. If Jay could be fine with that, he could be Alex's like that, with their relationship never progressing and only ever wearing the two of them down until they resented each other and couldn't take it anymore.

They were never not going to go down in flames, but they could light the fire with wet wood and suffocate slowly on the smoke until the fire finally took and burned them up quickly and painfully.

Abandon all your stupid dreams About the girl I could have been, my dear 'Cause in the night I know you burn with feelings I cannot return, my dear Oh, my dear

In college, Alex was silently begging Jay to give up his hopes of ever actually dating him, of them being together officially. He knew what Jay wanted him to be to him, but he also knew that he couldn't be that. He wanted to, somewhere squashed deep down, he really really wanted to be the soft, loving, romantic partner that Jay was waiting and hoping he'd turn into, but he knew it wouldn't happen. Maybe he didn't realize all of that consciously. Consciously he probably just thought he didn't like Jay like that at all, that he was just a good lay and that was the end of it. But he had one too many dreams about taking Jay on quiet, gentle dates for him to really only see Jay as a good fuck.

The thing is though, that he knows what Jay wants them to be to each other. He knows from the way that Jay looked at him whenever he messes up and starts treating him a little nicer, a little gentler, a little softer, when they fuck.

He knows that during those moments where they still together and catch their breaths, and Jay looks up at him like he's hung the stars just because he's brushing his sweaty hair out of his face, that Jay has those feelings and those hopes. And he knows he can't return those feelings. He can't return the love that Jay lavishes on him by not telling him to fuck off and going and finding someone who is willing to treat him the way he really wants to be treated. It kills him, but there's nothing he can do about it.

(Also good news, you're about half way through :D whoooooo, the torment isn't eternal!)

You gotta know that this won't last Desperation will erase the fact I'm keeping all Of the answers in my cigarette box Yeah, the answer's in the second before the other shoe drops And if you're blind to that I am fine with that

Back in college, Alex needed Jay to know that their arrangement couldn't last, that as much as Jay wanted it to work and wanted Alex to magically sort out the shit in his head that left him too scared to even properly date Jay in secret rather than just being fwb, it wouldn't. Alex needed Jay to know that it wouldn't change unless it was to break the whole thing off entirely, which is what happened, it was what was always going to happen. But if Alex could have made Jay realize that that was what he should have expected, and that nothing he could do would 'fix' that, maybe the not-breakup wouldn't have hurt Jay so badly.

Alex didn't want to hurt him, he wasn't trying to hurt him back in college, he was just trying to stop himself from hurting by continuing their fwb relationship. Alex's life was spiraling out of control, his own thoughts were spiraling out of his control, as were his actions sometimes, and the only time he felt secure in his control over himself and his life, was when he was controlling Jay in scenes.

The answers he always gave Jay when Jay got up the courage to try to talk about their relationship, and what he hoped it could become, weren't the truthful answers. Alex told him he didn't like him back, told him he was just a good fuck, when the real answer was that he was terrified out of his mind, and the idea of changing their relationship even a little felt dangerous. Because their fwb relationship worked and it gave Alex the control he needed, if they started dating that would bring in a huge amount of unknown variables, and if it ended up not working? That would leave Alex with nothing. Not to mention the general internalized homophobia, and the homophobia all around them meaning that it could be genuinely dangerous for both of them if the wrong people found out.

So he keeps all the real answers hidden away in a place Jay won't look for them, in a 'cigarette box' (behind the lies he tells instead) because it's something easily hidden, its something that wouldn't look out out of place, just like the lies he tells don't look out of place. Jay has no real reason to question the answers Alex gives him, they make sense and Alex's behavior seems to back up the idea that he doesn't like Jay the same way Jay likes him.

And Jay's desperation to have a relationship with Alex blinds him to the fact that it could actually be possible if only Alex would stop lying to him. Any time Jay sees a crack in Alex's facade he second guesses himself, insisting that it's just wishful thinking and that little glimpse behind the walls Alex has built was just something his hopeful, lovesick mind made up. It's always a split second, something so tiny and easy to miss that Jay automatically dismisses it.

Oh, I will ruin you Oh, I will ruin you It's a habit, I can't help it I know that you mean so well But I am not a vessel for your good intent

After college, when Jay and Alex meet up again and everything that happens after the argument in the parking lot happens, Alex knows that it's a terrible idea. He knows that all it'll do is reopen old, half healed, half festering wounds and rub salt in them, but Jay wants it, and he wants Jay so he doesn't stop them. He's lost all of his friends (whether to death or just distance), he's lost Amy, and the only thing he has left is an old, already failing not-relationship with Jay. So to tries to make himself feel better by rekindling that.

He and Jay fuck in the parking lot and Alex realizes that this is most likely going to be the last chance he ever gets to have Jay back, even just for one night. And if this is the last chance, he doesn't want it to be exactly the same as it was in college, so he takes Jay back to his house and does all the things he'd been too scared to back in college. Because who would find out? And if anyone did? Why would it matter, Alex's life had already fallen apart and become controlled by fear and a monster, what was getting beaten up for being queer in comparison to that?

This was his last chance to have Jay back, and Alex knew he had to make sure of that. He couldn't drag Jay into all of this, so he had to ruin everything in the worst way possible, and having taken Jay back to his house and treated him so nicely was (instead of coming back to bite him in the ass) going to work in his favor. Even in being nice, he was going to be hurting Jay, but that was what he had to do. Hurting Jay is a habit he can't kick, it's woven into his dna at this point and there's nothing he can do about that other than try to twist it into being something that's for Jay's own sake.

If he can just make Jay hate him enough, he can save him, he can drive him away and Jay won't be a target of the man in the black suit.

I will only break your pretty things I will only wring you dry of everything But if you're fine with that If you're fine with that

Same as earlier :]

I will poison all your happy thoughts I will love you like the ashes in my cigarette box And if you're fine with that You can be mine If you're fine with that You can be mine, oh

Jay's 'happy thoughts' that Alex is poisoning are the memories of how nicely Alex treated him when they got back to his house. In the moment of it all, he wasn't thinking of anything other than showing Jay how much he actually cared about him and how he should have been being treated all along. In the moment he just wanted to be good to Jay. It was only afterwards that he realized what he'd have to do, and he took the next morning to spit poison into their breakfast, which could have been a turning point in their relationship if only they weren't doomed by the damn narrative.

So Alex ruins the night before for Jay by telling him he hadn't even wanted to remember that it was him he was fucking. He poisons those memories forever, as well as poisoning the idea of being treated well in general for Jay.

Alex loves all those truthful answers that he kept hidden away behind lies back in college. Those truths are what he was trying to finally finally let out when he and Jay spent the night together at his house.

He loves Jay like he loves those truthful answers that he never got to give him back in college, bitterly. Those truths were things he never thought he'd get to, never wanted to get to tell Jay, they sat rotting behind the lies he told, and now he can only look at them with a painful sort of nostalgia because it's too little too late.

#marble hornets #jay merrick #alex kralie #jaylex #marble hornets fanfic #MH sorry its locked

[acidinbubbles]

hiiii! i love your work sm but idk if you're taking request, if sooo here is smth on my mind <3 a headcanon about what it's like being eren best fucking friend (but you're in love with him) and you gotta watch him fall for mikasa as you hype him up to go ask her out and sad stuff like that :( lmao sorry if its weird you don't need to do it obvi <3

AM I GONNA BE AN ANGST AUTHOR OR SOMETHING??? BECAUSE I LOVE THIS. WE CRY LIKE REAL MEN

Being Erens best friend had its pros and cons,

Pros: he always lifted you up when you were down, you did everything together, he always there for you, he was funny, charming, hot, and honestly the bestest friend you could ask for.Cons: It was really fucking hard watching him fall in love with someone who wasn’t you.

You always saw the way he looked at Mikasa you weren’t stupid but apart of you really hoped he didn’t actually like her.So when Eren mentions it to you, you freeze, it’s like your heart breaking into a million pieces.He goes on and on about he’s liked her since they were kids and how as they got older he realized he loved her.You wanted to cry, you wanted to leave his apartment right then and there and never see him again, but that wouldn’t be fair to him. How was he supposed to know you were in love with him?

Instead you force a smile and tell him how happy you are for him, you figure him loving you as a friend was better than him not loving you at all. He starts talking about what he likes about her, her smile, her smell, her attitude, her body, her voice, he loves everything about her. While he’s explaining this to you his face is so red he looks like he’s gonna die, and you really wish you feel happy for him but the truth is you were hurt. With every word he said it was like a piece of your heart was chipping away.

Why couldn’t he see you like that? Was it something about you? Your hair? Your smile? Your body? What was it that you were doing wrong?

It’s not really a surprise when he asks you how he should ask her out yet it still made you want to crawl into a six feet deep hole. Since you were on the verge of tears you simply just looked away and said “I don’t know do whatever feels right? Coffee date?Or some shit like that.” Eren laughed at your response and threw a pillow at you “wow I tell you how I wanna ask out the girl of my dreams and you’re not gonna help? Rude.” Girl of his dreams huh? You forced a laugh back and said you had “forgotten to water your house plant” you were just looking for any reason to get out of there, the room was suffocating. You didn’t really want to hear what Eren had to say or to turn around and see his stupid confused face. He raises a brow as you get your stuff and saying a quick bye before shutting the door on you way out.

You guys lived relatively closed so you walked back to your apartment, all you could do was sob, the snot running down your nose, the cold air filling your lungs as you hyperventilated, crying so hard you could barely see through your blurring vision, you were absolutely destroyed.

As soon as you got into your apartment you kicked your shoes off and shuffled to the bathroom to take a quick a shower since it was the middle of winter and you were freezing after you took an extra slow walk home. When you got out the shower and walked into your room to get dressed, you noticed Eren had texted you. It was probably for you’re nightly call but you had no desire to talk to Eren. He just completely shattered your heart and you couldn’t even be mad at him for it.

One new message

Dumbass <3: call?

Y/N: not today I’m really tired

Dumbass <3: it’s only 9pm?

Y/N : yeah I noticed, gn.

Dumbass <3: gn i guess?

Eren wasn’t oblivious he knew something was up but he didn’t know what. He hadn’t pissed you off or anything recently so why were you acting so cold? He just came to the conclusion that maybe it was something else you didn’t want to talk about and left it at that.

After that very dry conversation you crawled under your covers and cried you cried until you got tired, and then cried until you fell asleep. You woke up the next day to your phone ringing, it was Eren he’d actually called you two times before that so you figured it had to be something important.

“hello?”

“Y/N GUESS WHAT JUST HAPPENED?!”

“What happened Eren”

“I ASKED MIKASA ON A DATE AND SHE SAID YES, I TOTALLY THOUGHT SHE WAS GONNA SAY NO BUT SHE DIDN’T. SHE LIKES ME BACK!”

You felt like you couldn’t breathe like there was no more oxygen left in the world. You sat in silence, you didn’t know what to say, it was like you’re entire world had fallen apart.

“I’m really happy for you Eren, I think I’m gonna go back to sleep.”

“Okay, I’ll call you after my date to tell you how it goes, I’m so happy y/n”

“I’m glad Eren”

You hung up, tears already beginning to form. He’s never going to love you, all you can do is help him fall more in love with her.

And it’s fucking heart shattering.

Hope this fits your needs!

(Not Proof Read)

#eren jeager x reader #eren yeager x y/n #attack on titan eren #eren x y/n #eren angst

[airplanned]

Terrible AU of the day:  Zeff and Bellemere get married. Nami, Nojiko, and Sanji are step siblings on the Baratie.

With extra details, because I spent 11 hours in the car today:

He's buying supplies for the Baratie at Coco Village, and gets tangerines from her and asks if she wants to get dinner.  She thinks this is a business dinner and he's going to buy tangerines exclusively from her.  Heck yeah money!  Once she gets there, she realizes pretty quick that he meant it to be a date.  She panics and talks about tangerines the whole time.  He realizes she doesn't know it's a date, gets embarrassed, signs a contract to buy way too many tangerines on a regular basis.

She's embarrassed and keeps sending the girls to the dock to deliver the tangerines in her stead.  Zeff is like, "These girls are too damn skinny," so he'll buy the tangerines, feed them lunch, and hand them a couple casseroles to take home.  Zeff's approval rating with the girls are off the charts.

Bellemere comes down to give him a piece of her mind about how they don't need charity, and he's like, "It's not charity.  My dumbass brat of a kid said he was too good to make casseroles, so I made him make 20, and now I have too many damn casseroles."  She's like, "...IDK what to make of any of that.  You have a kid?"  And he's like, "Yeah.  He's a shit.  I love him...Want to get dinner?"

Even though all three kids are in weird pseudo-adoption situations, they still have big step-sibling energy.  Mostly because Sanji is wary of siblings and has a meltdown any time Bellemere is nice to him.  Eventually they get to a place where the kids are friends who live on the same houseboat, but no one's ready to use the "sister" word or the "brother" word.  That would have to happen later at an emotionally climactic moment.

Nojiko and Sanji are both exceedingly well dressed.  Everyone else rolls their eyes at them, but they're bonding and look amazing.

Nami teaches Sanji to steal things.  They do a tag-team kind of thing where one of them distracts.  No one can prove they've done anything, but everyone knows and is exasperated.

Zeff is the worst girl dad.  But the girls and Bellemere are consistent with calling him on his shit, especially when Nojiko starts hanging out in the kitchen.  Sanji starts teaching her to cook.  Then Patty starts teaching her to cook.  She's a really good, solid cook, and is less of an asshole about it than everyone else, so after a couple months Zeff gives up and throws chef whites at her.

Bellemere takes over the administration stuff and organizing the vendor purchases, because Zeff would rather be cooking and is shit at it.  I mean, look at how much he's spending on tangerines!

Nami is great at charting courses that will get them the best business and avoid storms and minimize time for supply trips.

As the kids get older, they all keep banging the customers.  One of them will do it, and the adults will yell at them, and that kid will calm down for a bit, but as soon as they do, another kid is at it.  It just doesn't stop.

Nami stands up to Zeff for something he said to Sanji, and Sanji has a meltdown.

Okay, I think Bellemere has to die?  Something with Arlong.  Because then Nami leaves to get vengeance or whathaveyou.  Zeff throws himself into his work, Sanji shuts down for a while and starts smoking Bellemere's cigarettes.  Nojiko has to keep the restaurant running.  She's pretty pissed at Nami.

When the Going Merry rolls up to the Baratie, Nami's like, "Aww shit.  I'm not here," and hides on the boat until Zoro has his show down with Mihawk.  When Luffy and the rest of the crew go in to eat, Luffy's like, "Hey, do you know Nami?" and Sanji stares at him and says, "Yeah, we're not gonna tell Nojiko she's here." Immediately goes to the Merry to be like, "Sooooooo..." in the most asshat brother kind of way.

She and Zeff end up having an all-out screaming match on deck.  Luffy's standing off to the side like 😶 horrified and trying not to be noticed but unable to look away from this car crash.   Sanji's 😶 too.  And Usopp 😶.  And the chefs 😶😶😶😶.  And maybe Mihawk 😶.

When they finally calm down and come to the end of their fight, Zeff's like, "Alright, fine.  But nobody tell Nojiko."

#one piece #terrible au of the day

[rabbittwinrithings]

How happy are you with your current follower mods you've created? Whether that is stage of development, general features, appearance, things like that.

While I'm at it, what do you think of the followers you authored as characters, personaility wise?

Oh shit, man, this is loaded. But I don't mind it. This may be some strays thoughts.

So first off, I love my characters. In fact, I've never gotten attached to character's I've written so much like my custom voice followers. And it amazes me how much I will feel for them. There was a moment in time where I was having a hard time writing a scene where one was super angry, and for that week I, in real life, was so angry for them. I actually had to step away for a bit to calm myself down and make sure I wasn't actually causing any harm with that anger.

I have moments where I will think of Khash and, idk, it's so weird, start crying and think of how proud I am of her and that's she's made so many friends and so many care for her, as if I am a real mother thinking about her daughter.

I feel this way towards the other's too. I'll look at Varrick and think 'You're doing so good. And you're trying your best, I'm so proud of you.' Or Caryalind and say 'I promise things will get better. You've found your tribe, they'll protect you.' It's so odd and I never thought of that aspect before writing them.

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Next, personality-wise, every follower I make has a piece of me. There are two writing advice I take to heart a lot, and that's 'write what you know,' and 'write what you want to know,' though I take them both two different ways. With 'write what you know' I look at how I want that character act, what they're like, etc. Caryalind wears his heart on his sleeve, Varrick wants to protect others, Fir has problems socializing, Disnel has ties to her culture (which is native American coded,) and Khash, well, Khash is a lot of different stuff about me mashed into one. I try and have my character's have parts of me in them.

This also goes with 'write what you want to know,' when it comes to their conflicts or problems, those are parts of me too, but mostly taken to insane extremes. (I can't say Khash's yet cause it would be spoilers for her questline.) Fir has social anxiety and depression of being a shut-in, Caryalind has done stuff in his past he percives as unforgivable and yet it was done in ignorance, Varrick is dealing with religious trauma, and Disnel deals with anger towards the disrespect of her culture and wanting to become closer to it.

Because of writing stuff that I too was having issues with, I was able to find personal solutions to issues or shed some light on them, even if they aren't completely, or even partly, fixed.

I also want to add that there followers have parts of me I wish I had. Khash and Disnel both are very un-bashful about who they are, and that's something I wish I had. Disnel says weird stuff, and her laugh is off, but she doesn't care. She doesn't stop and think 'oh, was that weird, do the people around me think that was weird?' I wish I was like that now. Or Khash is who I wish I was as a child/teen. As someone who was bullied horrifically throughout elementary, middle, and high school, I wished I didn't care what other's thought and was just myself.

(But to be fair, Khash also has an attitude of 'why should I care what others think when I have my family,' Which was something I felt strongly as a kid despite now having self-cofidence issues.)

I do want to point out though, my follower's all having daddy issues got nothing to do with my personal life. My dad is fuckin' awesome!

(Funny enough, a line from Khash where she quotes Marlok about how a certain type of bird "are jerks," is taken by quote from my dad. We were sitting on his front porch bird watching, and I was taking notes for Khash and what she would like about nature, and he said that so I wrote it as quick as I could.)

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I don't have much to say about appearance. I love how all the followers look, but even then I'm not picky. Like I adore seeing replaces and seeing how people interpret them. I may not agree with them 100% of the time, but I don't care. I love seeing my character's get reimagined like that!

out of all the followers, these two for Varrick and Caryalind are my favorites!

Obviously, though, I add little quirks I like to all of them.

I adore Khash's little stuck-up nose.

I love Caryalind's curly hair.

I love Varrick's fashion sense.

I love Fir's striking eyes.

I love how flat Disnel's side profile is.

Okay, maybe there is more I could say about their appearances, but I'm sure it would just be more 'I love (insert some detail about them.)' cause I just love how they all look!

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Stage of development is a tricky one cause I have mixed feelings about it. School has really kept me away from my followers, and it hurts, but with summer break I've found I have the time to finally work on them.

I recently been working on a road map of the followers to hopefully see what all I need (at least for the initial release for some,) and want.

Caryalind should have an update soon.

I'm hoping to get the first half of Varrick's romance up during the summer.

I want to get most of Fir written and implemented over the summer.

I hope to get Disnel out by the end of the summer. (Not completed, but still a good chunk of stuff there.)

And Khash, is another matter I will discuss at the end...

Sometimes I feel bad for not making more or quicker updates. Some mod authors are absolute gods at it, and I wish I could update as quickly, but I also try not to get myself upset about it. This is meant to be fun for everyone, including me. Part of me says it's selfish, and another part then hits and says 'no, that's not.' (If you couldn't tell, anxiety is something I struggle with pretty badly.)

Okay, now the thing about Khash, cause I really didn't want to disrupte any flow with above is her questline has created such a huge headache, at first. I made Khash when I first learning the ck and the same for more complicated questing. Because of this, her questline is a huge, buggy mess. because of that, and seeing the state Khash's esp is in, I decided to try and make her from the ground up again, along with additions and changes. Cause like, now, a questline like her's is a cake walk from what I've done in Ganval and Disnel's stuff. I just didn't know how to do it at the time of making Khash. But this also means Khash's development and update will take much longer than I hoped. While the lines are going pretty steadily (I think I started rebuilding two weeks ago and half of the of lines are implemented,) It's voicing that will probably take the longest. This is because I haven't done Khash's voice in perhaps a year and my throat isn't used to it anymore. because of that, voicing lines will take the longest time to do. But, for a sneak peak, some other additions are:

New introduction quest

More inventory room (Khash will have a backpack the player can toggle on and off.)

And I really hope to give her some kind of pet.

There are other obvious ones like how I want to add her adoption. I would also like to add more questions for the player to answer about themselves. Khash didn't know much about Marlok's past, and if she is looking to the player as a new guardian, she wants to try and learn more about you. But these are still up in the air, aka, not written, so I don't want to promise anything until it is for sure written.

Hopefully this whole reboot will fix alot of her bugs, story issues, and other stuff in the og mod.

With all that said though, I hope to have an update or a good chunk of each follower done by the end of the summer. I'm not sure where that will put Ganval in development. I started Ganval just for fun set design, and then thought it could be a good quest portfolio piece. But with how much questing my current followers are getting, I think just themselves are good portfolio pieces.

Sorry for just this huge wall of text. I may have gotten a bit carried away. But I hope this all answers the question really well. I know writing all this did help me get some thoughts I had out of my brain and out there.

Love y'all!

#for those that don't want to read everything #I talk about how I feel for the followers #Then how they relate to me #Then how they look #And finally development stuff #I wanted to add in the tags cause I know some may want to read the development stuff without all the rest #khash the argonian #varrick veil #Disnel the Changeling #Caryalind Thallery #Fir Jald #Ganval

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Okay I’m dying for this, but it’s totally optional and you don’t have to write it.

I need our Riddle Man to have a daughter (maybe 12ish age wise?) that is similar to him right? (They just won’t shut up—like getting excited about certain things won’t shut up—and other Eddie characteristics—such as sass master 3000). I want to know how other rouges would react to meeting and spending time with a child such as this. I need them to be annoyed but think it endearing at the same time. Maybe a little fic idk.

On a completely different note—your writing is amazing and I die every time I read something of yours. The way you write Riddler is top notch. Keep up the fantastic work 🥳

Okay so I took this as a scenario since you want multiple reactions. Loving this already hehehe. Also thank you so much, I will CRY 😭❤️

The Riddler was tough work to even breathe around. Therefore the thought of him reproducing and now as a twelve year old daughter was frightening. Although they'll try to shape her into a more tolerable person rather than tolerant since that's a lost cause. The Riddler's daughter was certainly a challenge but deep down, they couldn't help but feel blessed.

Scarecrow: He's always fixing their hair or picking at their clothes. It makes the Riddler feel like he's judging his parenting. "What do you say?" "Now." She remarked. Jonathan stares her down. "Dad says that manners are to be used for him and that no one else has earned them." "Your father is a narcissist and you know fine well that what your father says only fits his perception- not reality. You also know, I do not care if my phone rings or he comes to my home, he won't change my mind. He'll instead have fear toxin to the face. So I'll ask you again, what do you say?" "...Thank you." "You're welcome, you've proven yourself better than your father already." Jonathan replied. "Can I tell him you said that?" You asked. "Why else would I compliment you than knowing you'll tell him when you're home. Its one of the very few delights in my life, dear." It was true. Nothing made Jonathan happier than knowing every compliment he gave would be passed to the Riddler.

Two-Face: "Oh wow. I can't wait to give you back to your father." Harvey grumbled after another one of your uncalled for remarks. "We could slip something in a drink or give the kid a drink. She'll never know. " Two-Face offered. Harvey cannot believe he was capable of such a thought. "Your solution is to either drug the kid or get them drunk?" He deadpanned. "Oh suddenly morals are on the table?" Two-Face shot back. "Harv', I know what alcohol smells like." The girl spoke. Harvey hummed, acknowledging her input. "Dad says he doesn't want me touching the stuff until I'm thirty and that it ruins a quick intellect." She continued. "Your dad's up his own ass." Two-Face retorted. "Hey!" Harvey snapped at Two-Face.

Mad Hatter: The Riddler was very apprehensive about leaving you with Jervis given his mental state. Plus he thought you were a munchkin once upon a time. He claims its just a pet name but Edward isn't too sure. That wasn't even a wonderland themed reference? "Tea, my dear?" Jervis grinned. "Dad says you've to stop giving me so much sugar in my tea. That three is too much and just sickening." Jervis raised an eyebrow. "So can I have four sugars?" You asked hopefully and Jervis wasted no time in giggling with glee and complying. There were no rules with Jervis and all of Edward's rules were out the window the moment you crossed the threshold. Neither of you even tried to hide it and Jervis often had you back to the Riddler, bouncing off the walls with hyperactivity.

Penguin: Undisputed, he is Uncle Oz or Uncle Penguin. He and the Riddler have history and do consider each other some form of a friend. However the Riddler refers to him as Uncle Oswald. Oswald gives her money 9 times out of 10. Usually a ten or twenty and it never really goes acknowledged between the two rogues after the Riddler taught you manners...who are we kidding- it was Jonathan who did that. The Riddler hoped that seeing the Iceberg Lounge would satisfy her curious mind whilst and show her what not to be. "Dad, there's more chance that I'll be a redhead than grow up to be an old small man who resembles a penguin. Did you know red heads take one one to two percent of a population? That's the least common." "Yes, I did. I was the one who told you that and that's not what I meant! I'm referring to the women Oswald hires." Edward replied with frustration. "Oh...I liked the high heels of one of them. I reckon it'd make me the same height as you." He sighed. "No, never in your life. Over my dead body will I ever allow you to wear those." "Aunt Harley would." She retorted. "She isn't your aunt and I don't suggest following her footsteps. I won't take kindly to anyone treating my daughter like dirt and there are only so many places I can discreetly hide bodies." She paused. "I could put myself up for adoption? Seems fairly easy. I have your signature perfected." "Keep talking like that and I'll put you up for adoption myself." The Riddler huffed. "And stop forging my signatures! Who knows what nonsense you'd put my name to."

Mister Freeze: The Riddler made a mental note to keep Victor to a very last alternative. Not because he didn't trust Victor. He could believe you'd be very safe with Mister Freeze but you came back rather...well, depressed. Has had to call Jonathan a few times to make sure there isn't permanent damage. "Life is meaningless and we all die alone in the end." You deadpanned. "Did you know the average age for widowhood is fifty-nine? A females life expectancy is eight-two years old. Therefore, chances are high that I'll die alone." "Sweet girl, Nora isn't dead and her husband keeps her frozen until he creates a cure for her. Believe it or not, my dear, that isn't normal. Now go read your encyclopedia whilst I call Jonathan."

Joker: Has never met you and if the Riddler has anything to say about it, which he always does, the Joker will never meet his daughter.

Harley: Gets her to recite all she's learned about the mind. All the while she's doing the daughters hair. She always gives the girl back with a completely different hairstyle. The Riddler always notices and he points it out all the time. Harley insists, to Nygma's dismay, that his daughter calls her 'Aunt Harley'. "Aww! We gotta show puddin' how smart you are!" "Dad said i can't talk to him." Harley sighed in disappointment. "I know...can't it be our little secret?" "Dad said I've to call Uncle Jonathan if I'm in the same building as him." She said and Harley cursed under her breath. Harley is also the one that she goes to if she feels she needs a females advice. Which he secretly appreciates. Hormones are a bitch and sometimes he isn't the most equipped to deal with it.

#batman #batman villains #batman scenarios #request #the riddler #scarecrow #two face #mister freeze #jervis tetch #penguin #the joker #harley quinn #edward nygma #jonathan crane #harvey dent #victor fries #mad hatter #oswald cobblepot #harleen quinzel

[halcyon-writings]

so for the chain of command verse, I’m highly intrigued on how supe!reader and homelander would be as parents

two individuals with issues and no therapy? no problem! (jk it is a problem, please get them help and not a child). minor spoilers for the boys s3

warnings for manipulation, toxic relationship (it’s Homelander are we surprised), mention of a pregnancy but no gender for the reader is actually established, more like a what if thing

if I need to tag anything else please let me know.

First off, I feel like there would be a slight difference between a child that is Ryan, who Homelander kinda just sets down in front of the reader and goes “Hey we have a kid.” But a little more excited bc if anything we’ve seen, he could have been a decent dad???? Shit is crazy y’all.

And he’s not like extremely young either, so he can probably notice that while Homelander is more into being a parent, the Reader lowkey leaving the emotional stuff to him. Like they’ll still be around him and all that but bonding between Reader and Ryan (who is also probably just as traumatized now that he lost his actual mother and the father figure he thought of Butcher) is like walking on egg shells.

also the reader is highkey manipulative of John to get him to do things. They’ve got that man wrapped around their fingers so Ryan would probably end up dealing with something similar. But that’s mostly to lord power over John in another way. They’re already getting under his skin in the last post (“Do you think I like being disappointed in you?”). So I can only imagine a child added to everything else is a time.

Now, it the reader from the verse had a child with him, we gotta think abt two things.

One) for simplicity’s sake I’m gonna use John bc autocorrect is being annoying, but anyway- it would take him so long to convince the reader to have a child. Like, think about a kid asking for a dog but it’s a grown ass man who wants to have a baby with someone manipulating him into thinking he couldn’t survive without the billion dollar corporation that was responsible for like all of his issues and then some. (He could, it would be difficult without the money, the influence, etc. But i think it’s posible even tho it might not be great JDKSJD ??) first time, he got shut down so quick and they even laughed at him. Reader is a career person first and foremost, they aren’t gonna have a child that could potentially take them out of commission for who knows how long bc supe babies are way stronger than normal babies so who knows what can happen.

Two) Depending on how long the relationship has developed bc while I haven’t written them out into like fics fully, I have some form of how it happens in mind. we have the first fic in the verse showing that John and the Reader are both powerful, so in no way can John really have influence on them like he does to Vought employees that are terrified of him killing them. And the reader knows what Madeline did and how she died for it so they basically are just “let’s not do that.” And make him think all the choices are his own (when they really aren’t but semantics). Like Reader would probably have to plan smth that would include either acquiring a baby or birthing them if they have the anatomy for it (idk I didn’t get that far in deciding if reader had a gender LMAO). Bc again, John is a very. volatile. piece in a big puzzle. So they really would have done it if there was some benefit in some way.

All in all, if John had more therapy and Reader was not themselves, maybe they’d be an alright family? Alright is a term that’s a bit of a stretch.

But in terms of canon, do not let them have a kid djksjdks

#chain of command verse #homelander x reader #the boys x reader #the boys amazon imagines #homelander imagines #ask. #concept.

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Characters I headcanon or are canonically on the autism spectrum (with quick little headcanons)

This might be a big post, heads up lol

Jack Walten

-I've made a post about all of the headcanons, but to give a quick rundown, I headcanon his autism affecting him with sensitivity to texture and sight, hypersensitive in sound, stems by hand flapping (he stems the most out of the characters), taking things very literally, and having a high amount of empathy that can make it painful at times. His special interest is Bon's Burgers Burgers robotics as a whole. He does get overstimulated sometimes, but not as often as others might, and only likes physical touch if he indicates it.

Engineer

-Also having a high amount of empathy, Engi's autism makes all of his senses a little more sensitive than it would be for the average nuerotypical person. As much as his special interests with engineering got him the job with mann Co and stuff, he's somewhat proned to getting overstimulated, which usually causes him to shut down and try to get out of the situation. He enjoys his routine, getting very uncomfortable if somebody takes him out of it. But other than the bad days that can happen (but it happens to everybody ^^), he's really happy with everything about himself. He Stims by rocking back and forth on his heels, and doing a little quick clap with his hands (not like a loud one, idk how to explain it tbh)

Manny/Yellow Guy

Manny is very high empathy but struggles immensely to communicate his emotions the most out of the group, especially when upset. But truly, he's a very happy kid that loves to indulge into learning new things! He doesn't really have a specific special interest, but if he were to have some then I feel his main one would be doing visual arts of any kind (drawing, painting, origami, etc.). He's hypersensitive in taste and smell, and hyposensitive in sight, touch, and sound. He doesn't like the texture of majority of meats and usually feels sick if he eats it. He stems by playing with little fidget toys, or but rubbing the top of his hand skin. He struggles the most with catching onto social cues out of the characters

Stinkie

-he has low empathy and hyperfixes very easily, his main interestd being mechanics/electronics and things that have intense smells. He's hyposensitive in all senses except for his smell, and most smells he enjoys (example being like the canon stuff), but really intense sweet smelling things like perfume/cologne and those oversweet cakes will very quickly overstimulate him and make him shut down. But the amount of times that it happens is very few and far between thankfully, so he's mostly just either hanging out his his brothers or indulging into his special interests. (Also I love the idea of him, Engi, and Jack getting together and discussing like machinery stuff and having a fun time, it'd be mega wholesome and I'm gonna make some art if anyone wants to join in with that ^^). He doesn't stem very often, but when he does he does, it's usually with letting out little chirps and hums. Out of these characters, he avoids eye contact the most.

Katz Macpherson

-he's the only character on this list that canonically is on the spectrum, since he's my character and I wanna represent it based on my experiences with my best friend. He's kind of nonverbal, struggles with empathy, and will get agitated if someone touches him without his permission. His special interests are video games and theater, struggling to talk about many other subjects, but will light up if he gets the chance to talk about his favorite retro arcade games and musicals (spoiler: it's the spongebob musical). He doesn't really communicate his emotions, being emotionally distant and brutally honest. But when he gets attached to someone, he'll defend them until the day he dies. He usually stems with hand flapping and humming.

Claire

-Claire is nonverbal and is the most prone to overstimulation, not really talking to majority of people, not communicating very often, and keeping to herself. But when she makes friends, she becomes a ball of joy, especially when she gets to talk about her special interest, drawing and Opal's burgers (or burgers in general). She stems with hand flapping, chirps, and rubbing the top of her hand skin. She's very clingy, but only likes touch if she indicates it, and will push/bat people away if they touch her without her permission. Her most sensitive senses are sound, sight, and touch, while she's only slightly sensitive in taste and smell. She also struggles with empathy and many social cues.

If you read the post, thank you so much! If I got anything information wrong on autism please let me know so I can fix my mistakes.

Remember to hydrate and I hope you have a good day :)

#tf2 #jack stauber's opal #dhmis #twf #casper the friendly ghost #casper fanart #don't hug me I'm scared #jack walten #twf jack walten #autism #tf2 engineer #tf2 engi #stinkie mcfadden #jack stauber's opal claire #claire opal #dhmis yellow guy #dhmis manny #oc #original character #josef and sauer #katz macpherson #katz jas #autism headcanon #jack walten has autism #stinkie mcfadden has autism #claire has autism #engi has autism #yellow guy has autism #Katz has autism #cage-cat

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sorry one more ranty ask, another thing i noted was when watching bangchans videos he seems to have a much much younger fan base and idk which video but he mentioned that there were lots and lots of dads at the concert. pls that must be so awkward for groups to have mainly 15/18/20 somethings at a concert with their parents... cause its the parents that are giving these groups their success. so when bangchan had the dramas that hes had its really bc his fan base is so young and i think he doesnt realise just how immature a lot of his fans will be bc thats the type or age range these newer groups are trying to garner an audience from

and i dont forget the fact that it was bc of social media that villainise woojin like whut. this is why celebs nowadays should have some awareness of what age they want to appeal too and also the fact that if they ever do (god forbid) date anyone (shock, horror!), then they shouldnt really lead these younger fans on to believe that they are the idols baby girls as chan put it. some younger groups do come across as a bit aloof or immature on camera or they might just say or do or act a certain way bc their job is basically to appeal to young audience even if it means theyre an adult that has to do aegyo even if they hate doing aegyo

Honestly, with Stray Kids it's definitely a mixed bag. Their group appeals to more...Young Adults around the age of their members, based on their music and interviews and just everything. But they still have a decent of younger fans because that's who the genre spread to mainly in the west. So it's kind of hard for them to keep up that appeal to Young Adults from maybe 18-29. Though, I definitely feel that in the west and stuff, their fans are much more mature. K-Stays are an absolute NIGHTMARE, and definitely young, whereas in the west I feel like they weaseled their way more into the hearts of their target audience. Like most of the things i've seen hating on Woojin gained little to no traction and International Stays shut it down really quick. Same thing with immediately blaming IVE, most Stays just ignored that or didn't send hate, because they basically said, "Chan has the right to feel how he feels, and it's not really our place." Did they feel bad for him? Hell yeah. But at least their fans were more mature.

Also the aegyo thing isn't necessarily to appeal to children, but rather, people in Korea are attracted to cuteness. They think aegyo makes somebody cuter, and more endearing. It's more of a culture thing than trying to appeal to kids thing.

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read this viral twitter argument right quick

now how can a simple comic representing so many couples and/or parents daily life, with such an obvious simplistic NON OFFENSIVE point, be completely misunderstood and shamed? having a dad who puts their wants first for stuff like this is something we’ve all probably experienced. having a mom who lectures and “parents” the dad is something we’re probably familiar with (even if you’ve never experienced it). why is pointing out this isn’t.. the greatest or healthiest dynamic to raise children in or to have a happy relationship with, met with such vitriol? i’ve seen so many relationship comics with relatable scenarios in their mix but this is the first one i’ve seen with a woman expressing humorously and softly some disdain, and of course it’s sneered at like she thinks her husband is the worst man in the world or that her mindset is faulty and secretly selfish (?? idk how op got that.)

like obviously this comic isn’t that big of a deal, but what becomes a big deal is when we’re so averse to feminism and doing anything remotely that looks like affirming a woman’s problems (which includes looking at mom’s empathetically anymore because we feel guilt for not being positive to men or something) that it trickles into OBVIOUS situations not being able to even be viewed as right or wrong because we need to “righteously” put a woman and her ego and entitlement (to save fruit for her kids?) in check.

like with this redpill/MRA “modern women are garbage and entitled and mean and evil” mantra that even most women were so broken down by that they internalized and believe for themselves and others, it’s hard to not see the affects of that movement and how much the common person wants to publically “own” and dogpile on women for being “stupid” and “wrong”. everyone on that twitter thread saw that comic and emboldened by this culture of shitting on women and humiliating them, thought she should shut up, settle, and just communicate 💕💞🥰☺️😍😘😇 to her husband (right before he’s about to do something inconsiderate).

which is like? what do you think 99% of moms are doing right now? why mom burnout is so common. not to mention they have to do all that without coming off as “nagging” or “emasculating” their husband. which leads to them not saying anything at all, then resentment, then divorce! cause people can’t just say “hey ! thinking of your kids before yourself is something both parents should do/learn to do” lol

if youre a person with common sense and not tethered to internalized misogyny or just regular misogyny and value rational thought, this should’ve been your conclusion on the comic ⬇️ ⬇️⬇️⬇️

#but they have a handful of peach type moments #everyday #for all the years they’re married #if you’ve ever been in a serious relationship as a woman you know about peach type moments #it’s no big deal at first until it builds up right? lol #feminism #misogyny

[kylie-writes-stuff]

Too Far

pairing: rodrick heffley x gn!reader ; greg x platonic!reader (but it's mostly a sweet family fic between rodrick and greg)

warnings: cussing, rodrick thinks greg ran away/is missing, rodrick's probably ooc, uh idk what else

word count: 1.7k (why is this the longest thing i’ve written-)

summary: (takes place during rodrick rules) y/n has been a good neighbor and friend for a while now. either of the heffley boys can go to them for anything.

a/n: im a strong believer in the fact that rodrick has a soft side and he truly cares about his little brother. he doesn't show it a lot but it's there. i love rodrick so much so i wanted to try writing for him. sorry if it's ooc but i dunno, i like it. let me know what you think :)

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You were watching tv, no clue what just happened in the house down the street, when there was a knock on the door.

You got up, groaning. Who would be here this late? 

You opened the door, somewhat annoyed, until you saw that it was... Greg? 

It was Greg, the young boy from down the street, with tears in his eyes.

You immediately wrapped an arm around him, leading him inside, “Woah, kid, what’s wrong?”

As the two of you sat back down on the couch, he choked out an answer, “R-Rodrick.”

“What did he do this time? Want me to beat his ass for you?"

A small smile crossed your face when you were able to make the boy chuckle.

He explained that him and Rodrick had a great night together but things went bad once they got home. He said that their parents found the pictures from the party last week, which you had attended, and both the boys got it trouble. But that wasn't why Greg was crying. He was crying because Rodrick was disappointed in him and said some hurtful things.

You didn't push any further. Greg was a tough kid, most of the time, so whatever Rodrick said must've been really bad.

"Wait," you said after a few minutes, "Do your parents know you're here?"

"N-no. I snuck out."

"Greg, you can't do that," you said sternly. You weren't angry, just worried.

"You and Rodrick both sneak out all the time," He tried to reason.

"That's different. We're both old enough to take care of ourselves. No offense, but you're still just a kid. If your parents find out they're gonna be worried sick."

"Can I just stay for a while longer? Please? Besides if they find out I'm gone, they'll probably check here first."

It was true. Greg and Rowley would come to your house sometimes, just to have a different place to hang out. Your parents were away a lot of the time so it worked out.

You were Greg's babysitter when he was in 5th and 6th grade. Ms. Heffley knew you were a responsible kid and she didn't exactly want Rodrick in charge. Now he's in 7th and he's trusted a bit more so you didn't have to take care of him anymore. During that time was when you and Greg got close. The two of you became friends.

You had gotten pretty close with Rodrick too. Especially since you had a lot of the same classes in school. The two of you had similar interests so you would hang out sometimes.

Of course, you couldn't say no to Greg.

You two sat and watched whatever he wanted to watch. You told him that he could have whatever he wanted from the kitchen, it didn't matter. He immediately searched for ice cream, making you laugh.

Soon there was another knock on the door. This time you looked out the peep hole.

"It's Rodrick," you whispered to Greg.

"I'm not here!" He whispered back, running up the stairs.

You waited until he was all the way upstairs, before you opened the door, "Rodrick? Hey, what's up?"

He looked back at you with panicked eyes, "(Y/n), you gotta helped me."

You ushered him in, just as you had done with his younger brother not long ago, and you two sat down. "Of course, what is it?"

"Well I- me and Greg got into a fight I guess? I said some stuff I shouldn't have. I- Fuck, (Y/n), I messed up... I took it too far."

You gently put a hand on his knee, "Hey, relax. You're okay. What do you mean you took it too far?"

"I told him that... I said 'you might be my brother, but you'll never be my friend'. W-We got in trouble for something and I got mad at him. Obviously I don't mean it, i-it just kinda slipped out."

"Okay, well, we both how Greg is. I'm sure he'll understand if you just tell him and apologize. You two will be fine," you offered him a soft smile.

To your surprise, he shook his head.

"That's not what I need your help with."

"Oh," was all you could say.

"I went to check on him a while ago because he's never been in this much trouble, I wanted to make sure he was okay. Mom and Dad were already asleep. I- I went into his room and... and he was gone. (Y/n), I don't know what to do."

You pulled him into a hug, him quickly latching onto you. You gently ran your fingers through his hair. "It's okay Rodrick. I'll help you find him."

Of course, you knew where he was. But you wouldn't give away Greg's spot if he didn't want you too.

Rodrick looked up at you, "You will?"

"Of course, let me get a jacket and we'll go."

You went up the stairs and into your room, where Greg was sitting on your bed.

"Dude, he-"

"I heard all of it. I understand."

"Oh good," you said, waking to your closet to get a jacket, "So, do you forgive him?"

"Of course, he's my brother," The two of you smiled.

As you pulled on your jacket, you asked, "Well what do you wanna do? He's ready to go searching for you."

"Maybe you two can drive around for a while and come back, and i'll just be on the sidewalk around here? I don't know, I just don't him to get at you for lying." He suggested.

You thought about it, nodding.

"Okay... but be careful, alright? Stay in here for like 15 minutes, then you can go out."

You went back downstairs and grabbed your keys. Rodrick followed you out and into your car.

"He couldn't have gone far, right?" He asked, bouncing his knee up and down.

"Nah, i'm sure he stayed close. Lets just check the neighborhood, yeah?" You said.

You drove around, one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the center console where Rodrick was holding it tightly.

--

"H-he can't be gone. (Y/n), he can't!"

Of course, you haven't "found" Greg yet. Rodrick was freaking out.

You pulled over and pressed a soft kiss to his knuckles, his hand still in yours.

"Hey, Rod, it's okay. We'll find him, I promise."

Rodrick shook his head, his eyes becoming glossy. You felt bad for letting him believe Greg was really gone for so long, but you told Greg you'd stick with his plan. And you were true to your word.

"What if we don't?" His voice cracked.

"We will, I promise. But it's getting late and you should rest. We'll go looking for him first thing in the morning. I bet you he probably went to Rowley's house."

"Yeah... yeah, that makes sense," Rodrick nodded. "Thank you."

"You know I'd do anything for you. For Greg, too. I love that kid."

Rodrick smiled, hearing you speak so fondly of his younger brother. In that moment, he knew everything would work out.

You started driving back to the cul-de-sac you guys lived on. Rodrick leaned his head against the window and started to dose off, his hand still holding yours tightly.

Then you saw it. Greg walking on the sidewalk, just like he said he would.

"Rodrick! Dude!" You shook him awake.

"Huh? What?" He woke up, startled.

"Look!" You pointed over to Greg while pulling over.

Rodrick saw him and as soon as you stopped the car, he opened the door and stumbled out.

"Greg!" He called out to his younger brother.

Before Greg could even turn around, Rodrick had him engulfed in a hug. The display of affection obviously took Greg by surprised.

"Don't ever do that again," Rodrick paused, trying to come up with some sort of insult, "... dumbass."

"I won't, I promise."

You watched as the two brothers smiled at each other. A rare occurrence for sure, but a nice one.

Rodrick lightly pushed Greg towards the car and they both got in.

"Hey (Y/n)." Greg said from the back seat.

"Hey, kid, glad you're safe," You smiled back at him.

"Yeah."

"Had this guy close to bursting into tears," You snickered, gesturing towards Rodrick and trying to lighten the mood.

"Don't tell him that!" Rodrick mumbled as he nudged your arm. This only made you and Greg giggle more.

You saw a smile form on Rodrick's lips, despite him trying to hide it. Laughter was, indeed, contagious.

You poked his cheek, making him chuckle.

You started to drive towards the Heffley house, the mood in the car now light and playful. You pulled into their driveway and unlocked the doors.

"Go inside, twerp. I'll catch up." Rodrick said.

"Okay," Greg smiled, getting out and heading towards the door.

"(Y/n)... thank you." Rodrick said, his voice softer as he looked down at his shoes.

"For what?"

"I dunno, everything. I mean, who would get up in the middle of the night and help some loser look for their little brother?"

"Oh c'mon, Rodrick. I'd go to the ends of the earth for you or that kid. It's no big deal, really." You said.

"It is to me. Thank you," He finally looked up at you, and you could see the sincerity in his eyes.

"Anytime."

"Can I- um... can I try something?" He asked. His eyes darted away from you for a split second.

"Well, uh, yeah. Sure." You said, curious to as what wants to do.

Suddenly, Rodrick put his hand on your cheek and leaned in. You felt his lips press against yours softly and closed your eyes. The kiss lasted only a little bit, but it felt much longer.

You couldn’t lie. It felt amazing. Kissing Rodrick just felt so... right. It’s like your lips were made for each other.

He pulled back a little and you smiled, laughing softly.

"Is- Is that a good thing?" He asked.

"I dunno, you tell me."

You leaned in and kissed him again. He was quick to kiss back. Eventually you leaned back.

"You should get inside," Another kiss, "Don't want you getting in more trouble."

Rodrick's usual confidence came back and he smirked, "If it's for you, it's worth it."

"Shut up!" You laughed.

He chuckled and pecked your cheek, before walking to the door.

As you pulled into your own driveway, you smiled.

Your relationship with Rodrick Heffley had changed tonight. But you know it had changed for the better.

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