#me everytime after something remotely bad or different happens

[bimir]

was I really overdramatic or is the situation finally over?

#me everytime after something remotely bad or different happens #no but was I really the overdramatic one? #no! #or maybe sometimes yes of course! #but mostly I am right! #I am overdramatic because i HAVE to be #im being overdramatic #overdramatic #stress #my writing #anxiety #anxiety and stress

[hadakzu]

Hawks x reader comfort (for parentification)

I don't know how to summarize this, I'm just exposing myself here lmaooo.

Giving a big warm hug to anyone who has had to deal with anything like this!❤️🫂❤️🫂 You're amazing and I hope you're doing okay!💖💕

Otherwise gn, but the reader is called a mom/ second mother of the family.

Content warnings:

parentification, looking after younger siblings, neglect and emotional abuse, mention of being beaten (keigos past), bit of suicidal talk, fighting between parents (mostly just verbal, but ig could be read as more), mommy daddy issues, slightly hinting of substance use (but it's not focused on), small talk of moving a lot, fear of others safety (?), feeling of being alone, Keigo's parents saying he'd better off.

(Please let me know if I missed anything, I try to add if I notice more)

"It's just... not fair. I was a child too.. so why did it feel like I was the only reasonable adult in there.."

You had your arms wrapped to his sides, using his chest as a pillow as you vented about your day. Having your mother visit brought back various of emotions and thoughts. Still feeling fresh like a unhealed cut. Trying to heal from it was still hard. Accepting the truth making you just feel like an ungrateful brat, because it wasn't really that bad, even though it definitely felt like it.. What right did you have to feel this hurt? It could've been far worse..

Thank god you had Hawks here by your side. His hand on the back of your head, feeling your hair, softly playing with it as he listened to your chain of thoughts. Letting you talk, while reassuring you weren't being unreasonable to feel like this at all. Listening you speak and explain it all, made him also feel upset and sad for you and your younger self past. Absent with the carefree joy you should have had. He could relate to that feeling, even if he couldn't totally understand your path. Growing up too fast was something he could totally understand, it wasn't easy or fun. It quite honestly sucked.

"It's like they act like It's normal, to have been called a mom by my younger sibling.. Like it's fun or normal how they joke about it so lightly, saying I have always just been the more responsible and caring one... the second mother of the family... Saying it came naturally, when really I had no choice but to become like one. Everytime I visit or see them, there's not a single time she wouldn't call me that, like it's supposed to be a compliment. When really it just reminds me of the pain.. reminding I'm supposed to hide myself and be more independent "

He could hear the underlying anger in your voice, even though you talked about it remotely calm, it was clear you felt hurt by it all. Feeling like you had been left to carry all the burden of your family, trying to keep it together so it wouldn't fall. Afraid of what would happen if you weren't strong enough. Fighting alone for so long, while trying to ensure your siblings would feel more loved, to make sure they had someone with free of judge. Experience unconditional love from your part.

Hawks didn't have any siblings of his own, it had always been just him alone, so it felt a bit foreign for him, hearing about a family as large as yours. It was new, house full of kids in many ages. But he was curious of what it was like, trying to imagine how it would feel to have a younger sibling.. or an older one too. Trying to understand how different life would look like from your point of view. Hearing you describe growing up with younger siblings in dysfunctional family, how it had been both a curse and a blessing at the same time, the coin always has two sides afterall.

At least you didn't have to deal with the bullshit completely alone, even though it had been mostly you caring for them all. Surrounded by many, it was chaos as it own, not to mention everything else that came along..

Remembering the time before it all started, or before you had understood something was wrong.. When you were somewhat free of that load.. But had life really been easier before stepping into that boat? Trying to keep it afloat while surrounded by waves of a storm.

Not being taken seriously when you had felt hurt, having someone laugh while tears fell down your shirt, people getting angry when you were trying your best. Crying under the covers, hiding from the world, wishing you had never ever been, you weren't meant to live in here. Praying for god, could you to be taken away from this place. Not because it'd be easier for you, but because you didn't want to be a burden, a disappointment.. Feeling as they would have been better off, if you weren't there to just make mistakes a lot... You were just a kid, how could you have known any better, if they never taught you how? Just expected to figure it out in your own little head, struggling with the quilt of even being here.

Seeing your younger siblings grow up, you didn't want them to go down the same path, they deserved more than that. So you stepped up, not trusting your parents wouldn't also mess them up.

Who would have thought being useful for your parents, especially to your mother, would make it easier to deal with that quilt. Suddenly being praised for being so mature of your age, always helping around, it felt good to be needed, to be noticed, praised. Maybe you had finally earned their love, being seen as human with a voice and real thoughts, one of the wise ones. You weren't being a trouble anymore, hiding your struggles, hiding your pain. You just wished you wouldn't feel anymore hurt by pushing those away. You were now the therapist, the peacemaker of the family. It couldn't be the other way around, surely helping them out was your job.

He rubbed your back, thinking how much burden you must have had, how hard it must have felt. How hurt you must have been, so that pushing your needs away felt easier than bringing them to the surface for someone else to see, for someone to hear. Unable to deal with the feeling of not being taken seriously.

He too, had learned to mirror his value on what he could offer for others. Being called names, the words of being better off not only in his head, when he was being just a kid, born in a family not understanding or capable of meeting his needs. It had been tough, carefully tip toying around avoiding for getting beaten up, by the man supposed to be his dad.. Trying to see life beyond those doors, Keigo could barely play around. Having to sit quietly, lucky if he got to watch the heroes on the screen.

After he and his mother ended up on the streets, his wings were only thing noticed about him. What he could do, what they could be used. Kid trying to take care for them both, trying to stay strong. Do the best he could from what he knew, having to put on these adult shoes.

Being taken in by the commision, it was all about creating Hawks, forgetting Keigo to be completely gone. It was always all about saving others, the burden of being good enough for others, being worthy of living this life, doing it for someone else, proving his worth for himself.

He could understand his own way, also being parentified kid himself. Not neccesarily your exact experience itself, your pasts were very different in many ways, but the feelings from it were close ones, something he had felt. Even if you two had come to feel it from different ends. Both of you had had to figure out lot of things by yourselves, do things not appropriate for your age. Trying to learn how to take time for your own mental health, to not break down under all the stress.

It was hard, to be constantly on the run, always aware of things, ready to instantly swoop in. It was exhausting, losing yourself for others, being the one keeping them on the surface. While your own boat was slowly sinking down. Feeling the tension in your chest tightening from all the pressure of being under the cold sea. Trying to catch a breathe, while being pushed further down by the waves merciless.

Do this, do that, help with this and that.

"You are right, it's not fair. No kid should have to go through that, to feel that kind of burden in their back. You deserved to be a child too."

His voice sounded sad, thinking of younger you.. and thinking bit of Keigo too. He hadn't had the chance to fully take a seat and process what a roller coaster of a life he had had. He knew it wasn't exactly right what he had had to go through, but always tried to focus on the good. Although guilt was something that was whispering in the back of his head... Leaving his mother.. feeling he failed.. Even when he had been young, even when he really didn't have a choice. He still felt like he failed to save her, leaving only family he had left.. He wished he could have done more, part of him missed her, yearning to know her.

He was the son, but he still felt somewhat quilty for the kind of life she had had, thinking if he could have done more than that.

His mind wandering little to his childhood as you told your story, you made him think a lot more of his own origin... or more like he started to feel more for his younger self too. He had thought about it a lot, but he felt somehow distant from his own past.. from that small Keigo he had once been.

Listening your story, thinking how fucked up it was for a child to deal with these things. It finally clicking in his head how bad it had actually been, how badly it could affect persons mental health. How it still affected him.

He saw your past still haunting your mind too.

"I- I just feel bad... for feeling this hurt knowing it wasn't easy for her either.. She needed someone to help around, she couldn't have done it alone.. it shouldn't be her that I'm even mad at. ..even if she wasn't always the best either.."

He kissed the top of your head, caressing your back while listening your words. Taking in what you needed to say, letting out the frustration you had felt. Noticing from your words, how you were carrying somewhat similar quilt for himself, about something out of your control, something that wasn't your fault. Feeling defensive for her behalf, even at times you shouldn't have had. He had to say something about that, making sure you wouldn't blame it all on yourself, validating your feelings of being hurt.

"You have every right to feel this hurt, don't blame it on yourself. Her actions are her own responsibility, not yours. No matter how hard it is, parents shouldn't neglect their childs emotional needs. It's not the child's job to be the one relied on either, it should always be the parents job. ..and even if you can understand why it happened.. it doesn't make it any more right."

You knew he was right, you really did, but it still felt like you were betraying her by admitting to something like that... sure you had known how your younger siblings had been neglected in ways, not been understood and blamed for being just kids.. Growing up in unstable home, of course they would act out. But to say that about yourself.. made you just feel uncomfortable, thinking you got the easy part in all that, still feeling little defensive for her behalf.

"..yeah, I know.."

You agreed for sure, but still sounding little hesitant of your words. You couldn't shake the feeling of sympahty for her, she wasn't perfect, neither were you.. you could have also done more.. Even though you felt angry for her about many things too, it wasn't as simple.

"It's not her that I'm really even that mad at though... o-or well about some things yes... but it wouldn't have been that bad if he would have taken some of that load of her back..! You know... do the things parent is supposed to do. It should be obvious, not something a child should have to point out... "

He could hear the frustration in your voice grow, this was clearly something you felt resentment about. One of the few topics that actually got you heated up, even to the point of feeling actual anger, and he understood completely. You had told him bits about it here and there, like when you had felt frustrated to visit your family again, only to have your father to ditch you his chores like you usual. How almost your whole childhood you had had to fill in his role, having a father not participating much, avoiding his tasks as a dad, leaving it to you and your mother to handle.

Why should have he had to worry about a thing? You were better at watching after them anyways, he was already tired enough, having fun out there. What a burden to have to sleep after that all day. It just wasn't fair.

"I was nine, when I started to look after my little brother... Trying to sooth him down when he cried.. Sometimes waking up at nights for that, wanting my mom to sleep more for a change too. I was the one mostly taking care of him when my mother wasn't around.. I don't understand how he could just ignore a baby's crying? Too 'busy' of doing something else, never actually helping out, but still having time to complain about insignificant things, being a petty child himself."

You could remember the countless days arguing with your father about basic things, laughing out of frustration with how absurd it had felt. Having to parent a grown ass man, defending your mother with the last of energy you had.

Trying to bring some kind of sense into this chaos, not letting the bullshit of your parents just slip out. Why should a kid have to understand how to behave, if the adults in this house never learned to do it either? Why should the kids be held more accountable about small things, if the parents couldn't admit their mistakes or apologizes themselves either.

Watching your siblings grow while new ones were born. Feeling the anxiety in your chest grow, you loved your siblings a lot, but sometimes it felt more of a burden than not.

"It... hurt. Watching it just get worse over the years, protecting them from all the mean words.. Having to lecture my own parents how to behave, how to care, what not to say to a little kid. The amount of times I would have to step up, be the more grown up.."

You sounded somewhat hesitant to talk about it, realizing just how absurd it sounded when saying it out loud. You were so used to it being the norm, forgetting just how messed up it had been at times.

"I knew it wasn't right.. I mean the way they raised us most of the time.. I read many articles of it to make sure I wasn't just imagining it myself, being overly dramatic like they had said. Trying to learn how to parent my siblings myself instead.. While trying to teach my parents to be more consider of their emotional state."

He felt sad for you and your younger siblings too, hearing you tell stories of moments where you guys weren't treated right.

Having been child who had had to listen all sorts of things coming from his parents mouth, it hurt to imagine others having to experience something similar in that regard. Knowing words would be something that would last, but glad at least someone had their back. Even though it was unfair, you shouldn't have had to be the first one they would turn. Still he couldn't help but admire your strenght, how you would go beyond your way to ensure your siblings felt more cared and safe. Go between fights, listen to their thoughts, taking into consiridation that they were still young and small. Knowing they couldn't understand everything, but explaining them about things more calm. Not yelling at them if they didn't know any better, but definitely having a long talk with the one that did.

Even though he admired that about you a lot, it still pained him to know you even had to think or worry about things like that. You shouldn't have had to carry that heavy of a bag with you, it was never meant for you, yet it was forced on you. He made a mental note to you make sure you wouldn't have to go through something like that again, to hold your struggles inside, to carry the world on your back. alone. When he and his wings were right here, ready to lift some of that heaviness off your chest.

"There um.. was time my parents were fighting a lot.. there uh- was lot going on in general.. My dad did some questionable things.. I knew way too many things about their relationship, involved in stuff I shouldn't have had... Back then I also often had to watch after my siblings whole days and sometimes even at nights.. making sure they ate, trying to comfort them when they were feeling unsure and scared.. They were such a anxious kids, like we all were living in unstable home like that. Having to move around a lot, never knowing when another big fight would unfold.. I always read them a good night stories when I could, trying to make the time between just as kids more fun. Hugging them at night when being asked when would they be back... Not knowing the answer for that, while wondering the same in my head. Reassuring them it would be okay, patiently singing to them until they would fall asleep.. Then later crying myself too.. They just deserved so much more, I wish I could have given more.."

That sounded exhausting and sad, having to take care of them that long while having no idea when your parents would be back. Having to be the rock they could lean on, trying to be stable for them when your parents couldn't. What also spoke volume of your parents effect on you guys, was when you told him despite it being hard, it was much more peacfull when they weren't around. Seeing how your siblings were also smiling more, not having to be yelled at crying too long. It just broke your heart, thinking why it couldn't be like that even when they were there too. How hard could it be to be a decent for your own young kids.

Your heart wasn't only one to break, when he heard you speak how hard it had been for them, but never totally focusing on how you had felt. Like it was automatic reaction you did, to shift the spotline of your pain on someone who had gone through 'worse.'

It didn't go unnoticed by him.

You also told him how you checked up on your mom, feeling uneasy of not knowing what was happening between them. You were too used to being on top of everything, listening to every word, trying to create clear picture of things. You know.. just in case it started to sound like you should have to hop in between, often hoping he would honestly just leave.. Feeling he brought more hurt than good, seeing his face and just wanting to scream at it loud.

Hawks knew how tiring it could be, to try to analyze every little thing, to make sure you didn't miss anything. To be hyper aware of everything, because well.. it was his job sure, but also something he had learned from a very young, living in a shithole of a home.

Thinking himself how you being responsible of so many, must have felt the world would be ending if you couldn't keep doing what was expected of you. Being under pressure at all times, having your mind run miles. How old had you been again..? Nine when the parentification had slowly started... not that it had been too great before that either, and going on pretty much until you had eventually had to move out?

Who had been taking care of you?

Ask you, how you were too?

On top of that you had to also deal with school, trying live life outside home too. It was hard, worried you'd be needed when you werent around.. Anxiety of being unaware, hoping your siblings knew they were still cared. Actually having to skip school over that fear too, fearing of leaving them there alone. Also staying home when offering to help your parents with something that again, shouldn't have been your job.. but why would they refuse, you were being helpful.

Still often feeling like you should have done more, done better job at protecting them from all the internal war. Was there something you had missed..? Thinking if you could have done something more early on... what if this was somehow your fault..?

"..did you, have anyone to look after you? To.. check up on how you were feeling.. how you were holding up in the middle of all that? Supporting you through the storms too?"

He was quite sure he already knew the answer for that, the way he had seen you act, he wished it didn't have to be like that. Having this idea in your head, that you were supposed to handle it all by yourself, having had hard time to lean on him first too, open up when you had felt doomed. From the sounds of your words and knowing more of your past, it sounded like you had been alone carrying everyone else, while suffering in silence all by yourself. It pained him to hear, but your silence to his question only confirmed it. You didn't want to say it out loud. Admit of feeling so alone and lost, having to navigate through everything without help. While still trying to comfort and convince yourself with the thought, that it wasn't really that bad, that it could have been far worse.

"Well I'm here now. I'm sorry you had to go through all that, it never should have been your responsibility to take care of them.. You were just kid trying to survive and keep peace in the house, that takes a lot.. It's a lot for anyone but especially a child. You did incredible considering what tools you got. It wasn't your fault or up to you to fix that, but I know for sure your siblings are grateful for you just having been there, you're so sweet and thoughtful. I see the love and care whenever you talk about them, and I know they can feel it as well. I kinda wish I had someone like you when I grew up, just having someone to lean on can do a lot."

His words and sweet gestures honestly meant a lot, the words about your siblings hitting pretty hard, assuring you that you had done more than enough. That all your work wasn't unseen, it had made bigger impact that you'd let yourself believe.

He held you in his arms, covering your form under his soft feathers, feeling more protective of you after all he had heard, keeping you safe in his embrace. Knowing this wasn't even half of the story, just a scratch on the surface you had shown. Trusting him enough to share part of your path, wanting him to see all your different sides, even if it was uncomfortable at first.

"I hope now I can be someone you can lean on too, you shouldn't have to go through everything alone.. You deserve to be taken care of too, you don't have to suffer alone anymore. It's okay to admit being hurt. You don't always have to act strong, even though I know you're are, but you don't have to be that all of the time. I'm here now. I got your back like I know you got mine, no more of that one sided caring, alright? It should always go both ways with the people you're close. I want to be someone close to you, and with your thoughts and feelings too. Those deserve to be heard also."

Moment of silence as you let those words sink in, his embrace tightening to feel you more close, to emphasize his words. Letting you know it was okay to express your feelings too, he would never just dismiss them like some others had. Showing you, you weren't left alone. Not when he was around.

"And he, honestly sounds like an ass.. he should have done more than that, he was a parent too, an adult. I don't know everything he has done, but I can still say it was unfair and unjustified the things he did and the things he didn't do. I'm sorry he put you through that. You deserved better than that."

When he called him an ass, it was so sudden you couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh. It came out of nowhere, but it honestly felt good to have someone say that too, oddly satisfying of seeing someone call him out on his crap too, not just brushing it off. Showing how he was pissed off for your behalf, maybe it was okay for you to feel like that as well.. To still be angry for things, that before this, had gone unheard for years.

Caressing your face as he looked at you fondly, with mix of sadness and admiration in his eyes. He felt honored to feel this close to you, to be let on something this huge. Thats how it definetely felt at least, and you were tired of pretending like it didn't. It had been hard and it still hurt a lot.

You got the feeling he understood some aspects of it himself, knowing how you felt. Propably being parentified kid himself.. thats how you felt at least, you could sense it in him, like you were wearing his sensitive wings instead.

You were right of course, keeping you close while thinking your past. Maybe someday he would open about his too, knowing you would care and not judge him, hoping you had some of that unconditional love left for him too.. for Keigo. He sure as hell had that for you, it only growing every day spend with you.

He would be here for you.

"Thank you Hawks. That honestly means a lot.. I'm.. glad you are here."

A smile appeared on his face. Gently bringing a finger under your chin, slowly raising your head so your eyes met his, cherising your beautifull face. Making sure you felt seen. He could still sense the lingering uncertainity on your face, after bringing all this to the surface, from the cold sea.

He leaned in to a soft kiss, making sure you felt nothing but warm and cared. Simmering down those huge waves, feeling more calm and safe. You didn't have to sail through the storms alone, now he would help you navigate through them with you, like the boat was his own.

Afterall you two were sailing in it together from now on.

"I'm glad I'm here too"

(I don't know if this turned out exactly the way I wanted but it's okayy🙏 I'll probably write another one with this topic but bit differently at some point)

#hawks x reader #I don't know what this is but if someone asks this is not me~ #hawks x reader comfort #keigo takami x reader #keigo x reader #parentification #parentified child #keigo takami x reader comfort #hawks #keigo tamaki #mha hawks comfort #parentified #aaaaa this is just me processing stuff but I'm okay and this is just some worst stuff added together it's much better now lmao

[stxrry-dxys]

alright i wanted to elaborate a little bit on this post i made here. i’ve been dying to do a proper analysis on hero’s character, but before we start i would like to make some things clear: i do not hate any of the kids, and i do not think any of them are bad or irredeemable people. while i do not think all of their actions were good or justified, i do believe that they had every right o feel upset, hurt, or overwhelmed in the scenarios i am about to analyze. i just want to clarify because i don’t want it to sound like i’m here to dogpile on hero, aubrey, or kel specifically. they’re kids, they’re going to be bad at handling things, and while i am going to criticize some of their actions i do NOT think that they are horrible people by any means. now let’s get into why i think hero is not the perfect responsible boy sunny or the fandom has built him up to be.

hero and mari are the oldest children in a group of friends with not many solid parental figures. kel is a glass child, something hero is shown to be aware of when he runs to kel after their argument when he sees he’s being ignored. as well, their mom is shown to be slightly manipulative and guilt trippy in the game. and while i don’t think this necessarily means she’s abusive i do think saying things like “your mean old brothers don’t want anything to do with us” can create a lot of guilt and stress within a household, especially when their dad just kind of sighs and lightly tries to talk with her. aubrey is in an abusive and neglectful household with her mom, and her dad is implied to be a bit controlling (“my dad would never let me dye my hair”). basil lives alone with an ailing grandmother and parents who are never around. sunny’s only solo memories of his father are the tree chopping incident and him yelling about lost remotes so much that everytime you even click on a remote sunny says not to touch it because “it might get lost”. (im going to exclude sunny’s mom from this section as i feel there’s lots of different ways to interpret her dynamic with the kids and i swing back and forth on these myself).

but all this to say, hero and mari are sort of forced into this parental role for all these kids, while they’re only teenagers themselves. and while the younger ones obviously look up to and admire them, there’s only so much they can do, and both of them are subject to bias as well. this is where i think the idea of them being “so responsible!” kind of fails, though it’s more obvious with hero than with mari.

in headspace, pretty much the first thing hero does is scold kel and aubrey for fighting, a very, very consistent theme for his character. and yes, i am aware that headspace is not 1:1 with the real world, but i do think a lot of the character moments between the main four are based off real events that may have happened. so yeah, hero scolds kel and aubrey a lot, but he also fails at scolding them a lot. often he plays the mediator (“cut it out you two” or “you two are in trouble now”) and while it gets kel and aubrey to drop their current fight, it doesn’t stop another one from coming in the next five minutes. and this failure to prevent their fights and getting more and more annoyed with them throughout headspace’s run culminates in hero’s biggest mistake in how he handles the two of them, that if we’re to believe is based off events that did likely happen, bleeds into the current day fight between kel and aubrey as well.

during the humphrey section of two day’s left, the main four find a lone flower crown lying on the ground. they forgot don’t know who it belongs to, but it’s crumpled and dirty. aubrey debates taking it to return to its owner, and hero says it may not be in a condition where they even want it anymore. and then kel kicks it off the edge, sparking aubrey to yell at him. now kel is slightly in the wrong here, as the best thing to do would be to just not touch it instead of kicking it into the void. and aubrey being frustrated is understandable, but ultimately it’s not a super big deal as it’s not any of their property, so she’s not really in the right for picking a fight here either. however when kel goes to defend himself and say “well hero said no one would even want it any more anyways!” hero snaps. (“that’s enough! kel, apologize to aubrey.”) and this is the biggest issue with hero playing parent for the group, he’s biased.

hero grew up with kel, he’s his brother so he gets to be a little mean or snappy at him and have it all be fine later, and the inverse is true as well. but as much as hero may see aubrey as a little sister, he is not related to her, and he will not feel as comfortable scolding her as harshly as he does kel. so when he reaches his limit with their fighting and snaps, he doesn’t snap at aubrey, he snaps at kel and demands he put a stop to it, even if kel doesn’t really need to. see, kel is in the wrong in this situation, but not with aubrey. the flower crown belonged to someone else, not her. he owes an apology to the person who’s property he just destroyed, not her. and while she is allowed to be frustrated that he did that, she has no right to be completely upset with him (she goes on to pout and ignore him after he apologizes which is absolutely unjustified as it was not her crown, and to her knowledge she does not know who it belonged to). but hero is a teenager, he’s about 15 here and he’s so tired of these 12 year olds fighting, and he just wants it to stop, so he tells kel to apologize to aubrey, even if she’s not the one owed an apology. he’s scolding kel, yes, but not in the right way. and this is a mistake that i think sticks around.

and while no, we do not have proof that this definitively happened in the real world, it’s such a specific scenario for sunny to include, and one i’ve seen happen among my own siblings and my friends siblings, i absolutely believe something similar happened. and i do think this is where mari gets a slight advantage playing neutral in kel and aubrey’s fights, as she’d only really have the familiarity to snap that way at sunny (like she’s implied to do during concert rehearsals) so she gets to play middle ground with the other two more than hero does. but i did mention that i think this had an impact on the real world as well.

kel and aubrey’s biggest issue in the real world is this: aubrey feels abandoned by kel and kel feels betrayed by aubrey. and i want to clarify, i think they’re both a little right and a little wrong. aubrey is absolutely right to be upset that kel never reached out to her (especially when we know he reached out to sunny and hero), but she is not right to be upset with how he handled his grieving process after mari’s death (she notes that she was upset at how quickly he moved on, and to her credit she does acknowledge that this was wrong of her). kel is absolutely right to feel betrayed by aubrey picking fights with him, sunny and basil and being upset that she’s just kind of a bully towards them now (she and the hooligans are noted by kel to be trouble before you properly meet them, they write kel smells outside his house, she refuses to give basil’s photo album back after four years of begging and says herself that she calls him a freak and lets others do it too, she tries to kick them out of a public area in a public park oh my god this part really annoys me about the hooligans wtf was this plotline) (also side note: yes kel is allowed to be upset about her holding basil’s property hostage as he both knows who it belongs to, and has been asked to retrieve it by said person while he was on the brink of tears) but he is not right to keep throwing mari in her face as a moral one-up card, nor is he right to blame her for basil almost drowning when she accidentally pushed him in (she IMMEDIATELY declares it was an accident and is visibly worried about him even though she’s upset with him).

i think ultimately this fight spawns from two things, aubrey has been taught that she is owed an apology when she feels she’s been wronged, without looking at both sides. and kel is tired of always having to be the one to apologize first when he feels he’s not in the wrong, without looking at both sides. again, they’re both a little right and a little wrong for these perceptions. after all, it’s what hero taught them when he broke up their old fights. and even when he finds out about this one, his solution is still ineffective even all these years later. because instead of suggesting they talk it out, which is what would really help them reach an understanding of the other’s feelings, he calls it “another classic kel and aubrey fight” and says they “just need to hug it out”. and while i think he’s trying his best, this is absolutely not what they need. there is a lot of deep seated anger here and it even shows on their faces after he suggests this (kel looks away awkwardly and aubrey is on the brink of tears).

in fact, they don’t even really make up until after kel tells her they dug through the trash in order to save the photo album and they all look through it together. it’s through aubrey realizing that kel does in fact care about their memories together, and kel remembering that even after all this time aubrey still is the same sweet girl he knew, that they finally understand each other’s perspective a bit more. kel can see how hurt aubrey is and aubrey starts to understand that kel had his own way of processing mari’s death.

but even though hero was brought over to fix the situation, he ultimately ends up failing to help the two reconcile, they do it all on their own. because at the end of the day, hero is not a parent. he is a brother, a friend, and a teenager. kel and aubrey don’t know how to process their emotions or fights any more than he does, and he makes a lot of mistakes in the process. and i think this is where a lot of his guilt over mari’s death comes from, and basil’s too in the neutral ending. he was supposed to be the responsible one, the parental one, the perfect balance. but he couldn’t be there for mari and basil, he couldn’t even be there for kel and aubrey. and while that is not his fault, and should never have been his responsibility, he is always going to hold that against himself, he is always going to see himself as a failure.

truth be told, he shouldn’t have been put in a position to believe that in the first place. he should have just been allowed to be a dumb teenager who makes mistakes and doesn’t have to take care of everyone around him. and that’s what i find so fascinating about hero’s character. he is a dumb teenager who makes mistakes, just one that was put on a pedestal and parentified, expected to take care of everyone and everything, when for a whole year he couldn’t even take care of himself. he’s bad at being responsible, and i wish he would’ve been told that’s okay, because it is.

tagging the person who asked to be notified about this post ( @skyisepic ) i’d also love to hear everyone’s thoughts on this analysis, if you have anything to add or if you feel i went too harsh on anyone throughout this please let me know!!

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Ridin' | Bakugou x Reader

summary: After finally learning how to trot, you decide to show-off your skills to Katsuki. You're happy your boyfriend is actually paying attention to what you're doing. Oh he's definitely paying attention, from the way you moved your hips to the way your bra gave absolutely no support to your bouncing tits.

f!reader

w/c: 3k

warnings: car sex, breeding

"I finally learned how to trot and I really wanna show off." You pout, hugging your boyfriend's arm as he keeps his eyes glued to the TV screen.

It's a cool sunny sunday morning, Katsuki doesn't have work, you don't have work, all the house chores are done and the both of you basically have a free day. Today was the perfect day to show off your equestrian skills to your boyfriend, except he had way different plans for this fine, relaxing day.

"I'm already half-way through the series." He sighs, pointing the remote at the TV to push the pause button. He looks over at you, a stupefied expression all over his face, turning your pout into a frown.

"Please? It'll be quick. I can show you my skills on the horse, then we'll have lunch and we'll come back home. Come on, babe. I spent months perfecting this skill." You move to sit yourself on his lap as you buried your face on the crook of his neck, your arms wrapped around his neck.

You hear a sigh before feeling his calloused hands squeeze your thighs. "Alright, but your skills better be good."

You giggle, kissing his cheek before sliding off of his lap. "I promise you, they're great. My teacher told me I might be an even better rider than her." You puff out your chest in pride before running over to your shared bedroom, immediately looking for your white shirt and jeans.

As you strip out of your house wear, Katsuki enters the same walk-in closet to change out of his usual black sleeveless top to a black shirt. "Babe have you seen any of my sports bras? I should have a dozen of them." You frown, looking through your dresser of underwear.

"Weren't you just complaining how we should have done our clothes two days ago so we wouldn't run out of clothes by the end of the week?"

Ah, of course.

You take the bra that you think can support your boobs the most and sigh. This'll hurt when you start trotting but you'd rather throat a cactus than rewear a used, day-old sportbra that has soaked dried-up sweat all over it.

The both of you quickly leave your penthouse and hop in Katsuki's custom-built Bugatti Divo with orange exterior details as wells as tiger orange car seats. You weren't going to lie, you did all you could to not ride in this bad boy.

Everytime you so much as looked at its interior your can remember one of the best and unforgettable car sex you've ever had. It was around the time the car was new and just arrived, as the two of you took it out for a spin, you ended up fucking inside it on a cliff with the beautiful view of the city lights at night.

"Hey." Katsuki places a hand on your thigh, "Something troubling that pretty little head of yours?" He squeezes your thighs softly and you breathe slowly, trying to calm yourself. If you were to have sex now, there was no 'horse show' happening.

You smile, shaking your head. "No, just excited to ride my baby Hades again."

Katsuki lets out a breathy chuckle, keeping his eyes on the road as he grips tightly on his steering wheel. "Looks like Hades is trying to rob my title of 'favorite male Y/n loves to ride.'."

You gasp, slapping at his arm as he lets out a loud laugh. "Stop that! You're tainting my baby Hades' name! He's only four years old, you know!" You pout, crossing your arms to the side as Katsuki parks near the gates of the ranch.

You quickly step out of the car, boots clacking as you put on your cowboy hat before closing the door. You feel Katsuki's arm snake around your waist protectively as eyes of multiple people are immediately pulled to the two of you; the pro hero couple that everyone knows as 'the hero couple'. Not only are the two of you frighteningly powerful as individuals, you two are also very in love.

"Hey, Y/n! You came back earlier than I expected!" Awase, the one who taught you equestrian for months, pulls you into a hug which you gladly take, hugging her back. "Oh! And it seems like you brought the boyfriend as well! Will he be signing up for classes?" She asks, holding your hands in hers as Katsuki gives her a acknowledging nod.

"No, I'll be showing off my newly learned skills to him." You show off a smug face to which she teases you for. "That's right, show off those new set of skills girly!" Awase cheers on, extending a hand at Katsuki. "Awase Kambo. You can call me Awase. Big fan of yours, Sir Dynamite." Katsuki gladly takes her hand, shaking it once before pulling away.

"Thanks for teaching my girlfriend here, I know she can be slow and a pain." This earns him a slap on his nape as you stomp towards where the stables are, quite irritated.

"Here, Y/n! I'll let you two use this field so the two of you can be away from all the eyes of the other customers." Awase leads you to a very wide and very empty yard. There's only an elevated stage with a roof and a few chairs and two medium-sized round tables. As you approach Hades, your beautiful black Thoroughbred horse standing at five feet and eight inches. He recognizes you almost immediately, nickering in excitement as you approach him, extending your hand for him to sniff before rubbing your palm on his muzzle before slowly transitioning to the side of his neck.

You step on the stirrup of the saddle, holding onto the horn before lifting yourself up with ease, throwing your leg to the other side of your pet's body before adjusting your self, holding onto his reins as you squeeze his sides, clicking your tongue, letting him walk.

"Alright, Hades. My boyfriend is up there and I wanna show off to him. Think you can help me with that, bud?" You lean into your horse, whispering at him. Hades neighs and you give him a soft pat on the side of his neck before squeezing his sides, allowing him to start trotting.

You start lifting yourself up along with the way his body pushes you up, your hips rising and falling doing wonders for Katsuki whose eyes are busy staring you up to even pay attention to your explanation.

The way you lifted your hips, the way your tits bounced with the loose support of your bra, and the way your sweat glistened under the sun and made your shirt stick to your skin- Katsuki had to bring you to his car or he was going to embarrass himself.

You rode Hades for at least half an hour, the horse sweating and panting along with yourself by the time you were finished. You ended your time with him by giving him a few carrots yourself and asking the stableman to reward Hades with two sugar cubes for a job well-done today before patting your pet goodbye.

"Well? What do you think of my equestrian skills? I'm amazing aren't I?" You puff out your chest smugly as you took off your cowboy hat, a few stray hairs falling down the side of your face as your once tied-back hair has now loosened quite a bit.

"You were amazing, baby. So amazing in fact that I got hungry while watching you. Can we go for lunch now?" Katsuki raised an eyebrow to which you rolled your eyes at. You quickly washed your hands with soap and water before drying them off and walking back to the car.

The drive out the ranch was pretty quiet and eerie. You were upset with how Katsuki seemed to care so little about something you were so proud of and Katsuki, well he was pressing too much on the accelerator that caused his car to reach speeds of over 100.

"Suki, slow down! You aren't that hungry for your stomach to start digesting itself so please stick to the speeds you usually drive to!" You grip on the seatbelt, your booted feet pressing against imaginary foot breaks. Honestly, learning how to drive and sitting on the front seat meant your feet pressed on the breaks instinctively. It's a very annoying habit.

Katsuki ignores you, driving past the square that had multiple fastfood restaurants. You furrow your brow, looking back at the place until it eventually disappeared from your line of sight.

"Katsuki what the fuck? Where are we going?" Your question goes ignored as well as he turns to a deserted and uncemented road, driving quite far from the main road before he steps on the breaks.

"Take off your boots." He says causing you to furrow your brows. "What-"

"Y/n /please/ listen to me right now and take off your boots."

Confused, you take off your boots silently before your boyfriend steps out of the car, your confusion growing even more as he rounds the front, opening the door of your side. He motions you to get out with his fingers and for a moment, you think he's going to ask you to drive with the way he sits on your seat, but instead he pulls you back in and closes the door beside you.

"Katsuki will you olease explain to me what you're doing?"

Katsuki looks up at you with dark, lust-filled eyes. "You had such impeccable form while riding Hades, baby." His large hands slowly ran down your sides, resting on your round ass that your jeans hugged a little bit too perfectly. "You two ran together so smoothly as if the two of you were water. The way this-" He squeezes your hips, "Rose and fell did wonders to me, babe. And just like you rode Hades," He pressed kisses on the side of your neck, inhaling your scent of cookie dough from your body wash, "You're gonna ride me."

His lips press against yours, your mind growing hazy at the searing kiss as you felt something poke your inner thigh. You furrow your brows, your hands slowly sliding down your boyfriend's chest and abs before your palms press against his hard-on.

Katsuki lets out a low grunt against the kiss, his hands pulling you even closer towards him as you began to tighten your grip around him, teasing him and pumping him over his sweatpants as he grew out of breath against the kiss.

"Fuck I love you so much." He murmurs, pressing lips against your skin as they skillfully locate your sweet spot, immediately sucking on it as soon as they find it. As your eyes roll back, Katsuki's hands busy themselves with pushing your shirt up and off you.

"These." He growls, skillfully undoing the bra with one hand, letting it fall in between the both of you as he takes one bud in your mouth as his hand gropes and kneads your other breast.

"The way they bounced while you ignorantly smiled at me." He laps up your bud in his tongue, smiling mischievously as he looks into your eyes with his brows playfully furrowed. "They better be bouncing the same way when you ride me."

He quickly undoes your pants, leaving hickeys all over the valley of your breasts and your chest, pulling your pants completely off, leaving you only in your panties.

Katsuki pushes a finger in between your lips and you suck on it quite religiously, allowing your boyfriend to add two more as you sloppily lap up his digits, wanting them to be wet enough for the next part. "You like sucking on my fingers so much?" He mutters, pulling his fingers out of your mouth, creating a bridge of saliva. He brings it down to your wet cunt, pushing your soaked panties to the side as he teases a finger against your soaked pussy.

"Which do you like sucking better? My fingers or my cock?" He creates teasing circles against your cunt, causing a soft moan to escape from your lips. As he pushes a finger in, you suck in a moan, burying your teeth on your lip as you moved to rock your hips.

"Answer me, you slut. Do you like my fingers or my cock better?"

"Mmmmfuck, just put it in already!" You whined, pulling at his wrist to force his thick finger into your walls. You moan in satisfaction, smiling as you rocked your hips, feeling Katsuki curl his finger inside you.

"You didn't answer my question." Katsuki whispers darkly into your ear, causing a ripple of shivers to run down your spine. "I asked you if you wanted my cock or my fingers better."

"Mmmmhhh" You giggle, "I want your cock, always." You hum, smiling as you feel him add another digit inside you. You let out a moan at the sudden tightness, Katsuki using his thimb to stimulate you by your clit more as you rocked your hips to get more friction.

"Really? Then you won't cum with my fingers only?" Hid question had you widening your eyes as he began to thrust his fingers inside you. You squeeze at his shoulders, feeling him stretching you open as he scissored his fingers inside you, preparing you for his cock.

He pushes his fingers deeper as your breaths become louder and more choked-up, his fingertips press against your g-spot as soon as he curls them inside you, your choked moans like music to his ears as you feel your orgasm quickly rush to you.

Katsuki presses his lips on yours once more, tongue exploring your wet cavern as it presses against your tongue. He roughly sucks on your lower lip, leaving a bite mark as you let out a soft moan, tingle spreading all throughout your body as your orgasm washes over you.

Katsuki pulls out his fingers, bringing his slick-covered fingers up his mouth to lap up your juices as he stares at you the entire time.

"Mmmm, you taste delicious as always, baby." He hums, pressing his lips on yours before lifting you by your hips easily, pushing his sweats down as he lets his member spring free. The head is already glistening with slick and as much as you want to lap it clean with your tongue, your space is constricted at the moment.

Katsuki aligns his cock against you entrance, a long, drawn-out moan slipping past his lips as you slowly lower yourself for him, your cunt greedily swallowing his cock.

The sting of the stretch gives you some sort of thrill, feeling the veins on his length has you rolling your eyes to the back of your head. "Oh fuck yeah baby." Katsuki breathes out, allowing you to sit on him for a few moments, just letting you get used to his size before you begin moving again.

You lift yourself up, quickly dropping yourself right after, earning a contented moan from your boyfriend. You press your lips on his, smiling before pulling away, humping his cock. Katsuki tightens his grip on your waist and instead of thrusting his hips, he decides to just help you ride him.

He lifts you up on his cock by your hips and just as easily, he pulls you back down, his tip immediately pressing against the sensitive bundle of nerves. "Oh god, Suki." You pant, gripping tightly around his forearm as you fucked yourself on your boyfriend's cock.

The car shakes as your movements become irregular, more aggressive as the both of you near your highs. Your thighs burn at all the humping and your hips sting from how tight Katsuki has his grip on you, but the pain pushes your orgasm much closer to you and before you know it, your wals are spasming around his cock, pulling out a sudden orgasm from your boyfriend as well from how much your walls were milking him.

Katsuki wraps his arms around you, pulling you close as you hold his face in your hands, pressing your lips on his as he buries his entire length inside you, breeding you. For a while, the care is filled with nothing but your uneven breaths, panting as the two of you calm down from your highs.

"So you think my form was good?" You smile to which your boyfriend smirks cockily at, "You were great, but give me a few months and I'll show you I can be better."

You smile excitedly at him, the sudden light in your eyes clenching Katsuki's heart as he presses his forehead on your shoulder. "So you're going to be learning?"

"Yeah, idiot. And then we can go on those stupid horseback riding dates you love to prattle to me about."

You hug your boyfriend even tighter, ignoring the gross feeling of his cum seeping out of you as you pressed kisses all over his face. "I have to call Awase and tell her you'll be taking up classes! Hold on- aren't you busy? I'll have to ask your secretary about your schedule since it's constantly changing. Hold on I think I have her number-"

"Y/n, baby, honey, love of my life." Katsuki takes your attention from your phone, "I really wasn't lying a while ago. I really am hungry as fuck."

As if on cue, his stomach grumbles loudly.

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Thighs are a primary need

Pairing: Gerard x [afab] Reader Word count: ~ 2 900 Genre: Smut Summary: (Y/n) notices how much Gerard observes their thighs and decides to give him what he wants. Kind of content: Oral / Groping / Thighs fucking / Very sweet

Requested by anon [I am begging of you and your kind soul to please make a Gerard! x F!Reader where Gerard has a thigh kink. (...) And reader has thick thighs. (...)]

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“Gerard,” I sigh softly, pressing my lips together to prevent myself from even cracking a smirk, everything in an attempt to suppress the chuckle that threatens to escape my throat because Gerard doesn’t know how to be discreet. His eyes meet mine for a few seconds before quickly averting down—at first it got me confused, wondering what he was staring at so much, but I think it’s safe to say my thighs are the one having his attention, making his gaze avert to the skin clad by the comfortable leggings everytime I shift them around to adjust my position. He looks at me as if a deer caught in headlights. “Remember to bring back bread and jam this time.”

“Sure.” He nods, throwing his bag over his shoulder before he can leave. As soon as the door closes, I finally let out a quiet chuckle. So it got his attention that bad?

The thought conquers its place in my mind, making itself known countless times through the day, hence I even ponder telling Gerard about once he arrives back home—actually having remembered to pass by the supermarket this time—, but I think there ought to be a better occasion, right? That’s one of the reasons why I only change my leggings to another pair of similar ones before returning down the stairs so we can watch something after a long time.

“What are we going to watch?” Gerard asks as he fidgets with the remote, skipping through the posters—mostly of movies and shows we have already watched—until a specific one comes into view.

“That one,” I mumble once the frame around it is white. “We still didn’t watch the new episodes.” I lean against Gerard, bringing his arm up to tuck myself under it comfortably, humming softly when he pulls me closer.

“Sounds good.” He nods, putting the remote aside once the familiar introduction starts playing. The way he pulled me closer, though, allows him to rest his hand on my thigh as soon as he relaxes against me. Of course he has the habit of occasionally resting his hands on my thighs, even more when we’re in some sort of situation that denies the possibility of being hand in hand or at least having an arm around the other, no matter if the situation is public or not. The difference, this time, is the way his thumb keeps sinking into my skin through the thin fabric, sometimes rubbing shapes into it. Interesting.

Halfway through the chapter, something pokes against the side of my face, followed by a kiss on my jaw, and I roll my eyes lightly at the fact Gerard most likely hasn’t been paying attention at all. I mean, not like the show is going anywhere, so I turn to press my lips to Gerard’s, a sweet kiss that leads to another and another until Gerard’s pulling me to his lap.

I rest my hands over Gerard’s shoulders for support to throw a leg over his lap and straddle him, once again pressing our lips together. A quiet groan comes from Gerard with how my teeth sink into his bottom lip a little, surprisingly enough earning me a squeeze on my thighs; I only gasp softly, feeling his hands wander all over them. If it happens once, it’s a coincidence; twice, it’s probably; thrice, it’s certain.

“Hey, love,” I say softly, but can’t resist how he looksat me and just press my lips to his again with a soft sigh. He lets me take control this time, humming softly while I hold onto his jaw firmly and let my lips move against him slowly, but intensely, only satisfied with it after his hands twitch around my thighs. “Gerard, do you have a thing for thighs?”

Gerard furrows his eyebrows, mouth opening and closing once before his face turns into a deep shade of red at the same time his eyes widen at me. “I— Why are you, like, asking that?” I glare at him. Isn’t it obvious? He wasn’t dropping hints, he was dropping statements. “Okay,” he exhales, looking the other way, “I’m so sorry if it bothered you or anything. I try to keep it a secret because it’s... Y’know, not exactly a, like, common thing, y’know? Kind of... perv.” He twists his mouth.

“No, not at all!” I cup his face to peck his lips. “It’s actually hot, y’know?” The thought that Gerard has something for my thighs undeniably has this warm feeling spreading across my lower stomach. To think he likes them this way and not only thinks they’re beautiful—not only my curves, but also my thighs because fuck, I’d be lying if I said they weren’t thick, even huge—is such a fucking turn on. “Very hot,” I whisper against his lips.

“(Y/n),” Gerard mumbles in return, leaning into my touch. “Are you sure?”

“I’d let you do whatever you want with them.” I smile at my own thoughts, shifting a little on his lap.

“You would?” A quiet gasp comes from him, wide eyes following each of my movements as I nod, caressing his cheek a little.

“And thankfully for you,” I mumble, starting to press kisses down his neck, “getting to know how you feel about my thighs got me really turned on, hm?” I roll my hips against Gerard’s, immediately snatching a moan from him as his hips push against mine for a brief moment.

“Fuck, please,” he mumbles quietly, at which I nod as I start to nibble on his skin, soon hooking my fingers with the hem of his shirt to pull it over his head with his help, soon doing the same to my own.

Gerard’s swift motion has me lying on the couch with my back against it, his hands trailing down my thighs as if they were made out of thin glass, kneeling down between them and sitting back on his legs. “You look so good with these leggings, y’know?” He breathes out with the hint of a suppressed moan. “They make your thighs look so fine,” he groans, finally squeezing and running his hands all over them again, making me sigh with how nice it feels. “Can I...?” He raises an eyebrow, and starts to pull my leggings and underwear down as soon as I give him a nod.

The whole new attention to my thighs is just amazing, almost making it feel like it’s a whole new thing because of how mesmerized Gerard seems despite the hesitation interrupting his actions for quick seconds now and then. It doesn’t long before he is pressing kisses down the inside of my thighs, sometimes humming against the skin. Out of sudden, though, a sharp pain spreads through a small spot of my thigh—not bad, of course, only sending sparkling waves of pleasure between my legs—with how Gerard nibbles on the skin, quickly soothing it over with his tongue. A quiet moan escapes my lips with how he repeats it on the opposite thigh, so I reach for his hair, playing with it lightly as a wordless encouragement that seems to work due to how frequent the little nibbles become, followed by soft sucking on the skin.

“Mmph, feels s’good,” I mumble, arching my back a little with how far Gerard goes until something warm and rough from my entrance to my clit, making me moan as I glance at Gerard’s face now between my legs.

“I’ll tap your thighs if I need air, okay?” Gerard asks me, but before I can say anything, he is diving between my legs once again with his arms hooked around my thighs to pull them close to his face. I gulp dryly at the sight, trying to take in every single detail of how Gerard looks with his face squeezed between my thighs, soft humming sounds coming from him as his mouth doesn’t stop working against me; tongue tracing my clit and rubbing down on it until his lips seal around my clit and the way he sucks—

“Fuck,” I gasp, bucking my hips up, and squeeze Gerard even more between my thighs, making him hum against me. His fingers adjust themselves around my thighs, sinking deeper into the skin to have them pressed to his face properly again, once again sucking down on my clit at the same time he works his tongue against it. I must be in heaven or something.

“G-Gerard, it’s enough,” I groan, not wanting to cum so soon, which will probably happen if he continues like this considering how hot the sight is by itself alone.

Disappointment laces Gerard whine as he pulls himself up again after I squeeze my thighs around his head a last time. His lips look wet, smeared and shining under the living room’s light, only adding up to how fucking used he seems, even more with his hair being all messy.

“That was awesome,” he sighs, starting to press kisses to the insides of my thighs again.

“Yeah, I know,” I chuckle a little, and adjust my position on the couch so I can watch him properly, watch how he worships my thighs, now lacking any sort of hesitance as he gropes and sucks down on them. The way his eyes meet mine when he licks a long stripe up the inside of my thigh, beginning from close to my heat, draws a moan from my lips at the same moment.

“‘M so lucky,” Gerard mumbles with a happy sigh, “look at all of these— and all for me.” He groans, making me chuckle a little when he rests his head on my lower stomach.

“All for you,” I repeat, having fun in how I seem to break him each time.

“Fuck.” He pulls away at once, something that’s quickly explained with how his jeans and underwear soon are tossed to the ground just like what happened with the other articles of clothing. A newfound tenacity laces Gerard’s movements, showing itself through how needy and careful he is at the same time, taking a hold of my thighs right under my knees. It seems like his plans change at some point, given how he comes to a sudden stop and his eyes travel from me to his hands repeatedly.

“Something wrong?” I reach to cup his face softly, earning myself a tiny kiss on my palm with how he leans into the touch.

“No, nothing wrong!” Gerard smiles softly. “Actually, I want you to do something for me, hm? Can you please turn around?” Despite his question, he continues groping at my thighs, feeling them despite how I do as said, using the arm of the couch for support. “Thank you,” he sighs, voice distant, which is quickly explained by how his hands are all over my ass and thighs, squeezing the skin, making me sigh softly whilst leaning into his touch. “So beautiful,” he mumbles softly, lips meeting my lower back for a soft kiss. “I love your body, y’know that? You’re gorgeous and perfect.” A quiet groan escapes his lips, almost having me chuckling at how much of a simping mess he sounds.

“Now,” Gerard hums as he finally pulls back and nudges my legs until my thighs are pressed together, and his hands take place on my hips, still high in the air, “please don’t move, okay?”

“Love, what are you...” I trail off feeling something poking between my thighs and gasp softly hearing Gerard moan. It doesn’t take me long to conclude what’s happening, but it also makes me blush easily at the thought—I mean, he is fucking my thighs, I... Damn. “Fuck, Gee, that’s teasing,” I groan softly, reaching down to touch myself only to have my hand pulled away.

“You said I could do whatever, so I’m doing whatever and I’m taking this the way I want to,” he says nonchalantly, something that sounds like a chuckle almost escaping his lips among his last words.

“Gerard,” I groan, making him snicker quietly, quickly cut off by a moan when his hips meet my ass once again, which only turns the need for friction between my legs even fucking worse since he is right there, so fucking close, but still not touching me or even letting do it myself. “Fuck you,” I mumble and hopelessly squirm in the attempt to find something, anything, but it seems to only help Gerard further given the louder moan that escapes his lips.

The way he seems to be enjoying himself doesn’t even fucking help. My throat almost aches when I swallow around nothing, unable to hold back quiet groans that escape my lips among protests against Gerard, actually just pleas for him to touch me again, just to do anything to help me please myself as well instead of just fucking my thighs. Not like I dislike it, no—my hatred is directed towards the lack of contact with at least my clit—, it’s so fucking hot, making me want more and more.

A shaky sigh escapes my lips as I try to squirm again, a little more motivated this time, but only achieve the same result, even having Gerard’s pace grow faster while his hips sink into my hips.

“‘M never gonna get enough of you.” Gerard moves his hips for a last and long time, his cock now slick with precum as it runs between my thighs, before he finally pulls away, leaving me breathing heavily as if I was actually getting fucked, but still throbbing in the need for it. “D’you prefer me to fuck you like this or do you want to turn around again...?” He rubs circles into my hips, breath fanning over the spot between my shoulder blades as he presses kisses to the skin. So good.

“Let me turn around, I want to see you.” I motion for him to pull away so I can move, smiling a little once my gaze locks with his, seeing him observe me with such want and probably a needy clouded mind. The wide variety of ideas he has had so far in such a short period of time shows how bad it is for him. He probably wants to do everything at the same time, if I know him well. “‘Want to see your desperate face.” A chuckle escapes my lips this time.

Despite the bright red tone already dusting his cheeks, the embarrassment that takes over Gerard’s face is obvious as his gaze drifts down and he lets out a muffled hum, helping me find a comfortable position before he rests his hands on my thighs again.

The light atmosphere easily melts away with how Gerard’s cock being pressed to my entrance makes both of us moan softly, giving place to a sharper atmosphere. As soon as his hips are flush against mine, he groans softly, having me gasping instead with how deep he fills me, just pressing all the right spots... fuck. So good.

A moan finally slips past my lips though when Gerard starts moving, immediately making me throw my arms around his neck for support as his fingers dig into my thighs again, holding me in place and supporting himself for each thrust, slow and heavy at first.

“Gee,” I mumble quietly as I wrap my legs around his hips, but the pleased sound to escape my lips is louder due to how the angle of his hips change, allowing him to in deeper, hence my legs twitch now and then with an occasional sharper snap of his hips, even more when his thrusts go faster. My nails dig into his back in a seek for support, only for them to slide up every few thrusts, leaving behind white lines on his skin that quickly turn into bright red ones. I doubt Gerard doesn’t like them, though, even more with the groan escaping his lips when I adjust my grip on him.

Gerard’s lips lock mine in a kiss, moving against them lazily and swallowing and muffling every pleased sound that escapes my throat, which become even more frequent due to Gerard’s hands. They’re just fucking all over me, from my thighs to my torso, touching everywhere and making up to his words that he will never fucking get enough.

A particular thrust snatches a loud sound from me, compelling me to break the kiss as I arch my back with the strong wave of pleasure sent running up my spine. “Fuck, Gerard, fuck,” I gasp, bringing him impossible closer.

“‘M almost there,” Gerard slurs, voice muffled against my shoulder as he comes to a pause before he starts thrusting again, faster this time, and...

“Ooh,” I practically whimper, my thighs tightening around Gerard with how my orgasm reaches me without me even noticing it, the whole play from earlier catching up with the current pleasure at once and making me moan as I come around him, barely able to inhale as much oxygen as my lungs seem to need. A string of incoherent words come from Gerard before I can feel him coming as well, fingers digging into my hips. My mind goes blank for a long moment, only allowing me to come back from reality as Gerard’s head drops to my chest; he breathes just as heavily as me, but seems more worn out than I do. An attempt of a chuckle escapes my lips as I play with his hair lightly. “Happy?”

“More than you can ever imagine,” he mumbles.

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Notice me!

(A/N): This was requested by an anon. I hope you like it1

Summary: Teenagers at JJ's daughter's school get attacked. Does she fit the victomology?

Warnings: feeling uncared for

Wordcount: 2.7k

✨Masterlist✨ ___________________________________

“Good morning, my lovelies. The good news: The case is local. The bad news: Somebody is attacking teenage girls from the same high school”, Penelope starts the briefing, dressed in a bright pink dress with matching accessories.

“Are they from the same class? Age?” Hotch asks, looking over the file. Upon opening her own, JJ feels like her heart stops. “Negative, the three girls are from different years even. The only connection is the school.” “It’s (Y/N)’s school. She-she is a Junior there. I-Hotch?” Desperately she looks at her boss.

The team’s eyes soften. It’s already difficult with minors involved, but when it gets personal the case is a thousand times harder.

“Call her and tell her we get her to answer a few questions. At this point we can be sure it’s someone from the staff or a student. Time is the essence. Reid and JJ, you get (Y/N). Morgan and Prentiss, you question the first two. Dave and I take the last one and then go to the crime scenes. Garcia, I want you to find out anything about the victims and their families. Check their social media sites and look out for anything that connects them”, the Unit Chiefs orders.

Everybody gets up immediately. JJ has her phone already at hand. The longer it takes her daughter to take the call, the more nervous she gets.

“Mom? Did something happen? You know exactly I’m at school. I don’t wanna get in-” “Honey, Uncle Spence and I come to get you. There is something we have to question you about.” The teenager is silent for a moment. “It’s about the girls that got beaten up, isn’t it?”

Her mother sighs. Of course nothing like that stays quiet for long. “Yes, it is.” JJ doesn’t see the point in lying to her. “Ok. Uhm, can you just question me at school? I really don’t wanna leave, because I have soccer practice after school for the game this evening.”

A little light blinks at that in JJ’s mind. “Isn’t it that important game, where scouts are coming?” (Y/N) begins to smile. Her mother remembers it. Maybe she does pay attention to her. Maybe, just maybe, she pays enough to come and see her. After all she even took a day off for Henry’s recital last time.

“Yes, you said you will come and cheer for me.” JJ’s heart aches. She knows that her oldest often backs down due to her mother’s job. More often than the blonde agent likes to admit she has stood her daughter up to save someone’s life. “I try to be there in time, Honey. I can’t promise you anything, though. Just let us hope we solve this case quickly, ok?”

(Y/N)’s shoulders drop. Of course, how could she be this naive to think her mother cares enough to at least try to make it to her probably most important game? “Alright. Text me when you are here or just get me excused at the secretary's office. Bye.”

JJ looks at her phone in puzzlement. The teenager always is understanding of her job and the sacrifices it takes. One night under a lot of tears she confessed to her mother that everytime she is away on a case, she is in the greatest state of worry. Will reported repeatedly that (Y/N) is miserable whenever her mother isn’t at home.

So she told her daughter about the pact she made with her sister. Any time they miss each other, they go out and look at the moon, knowing that they see the same. JJ also admitted that she and Henry are the reason she is even working as a profiler. The agent wants to make the world safer for her kids. A safe space, where they can grow up and go to the park without worrying about Stranger Danger or anything else.

“Is everything ok?” Spencer asks as he sees his best friend frozen on the spot. JJ looks up to him, spotting concern in his eyes. “Yeah, no. I don’t know? It’s just, (Y/N) has an important soccer game tonight with scouts coming and such and I’m not sure if I can get there in time because of the case. She sounded really sad when I told her that. You know, I’m incredibly proud of her for getting this far and she plays really well. Scratch that, she is amazing. Especially knowing (Y/N) is responsible enough to think about college in her junior year makes me swell with pride”, she gushes unknowingly.

Spencer smiles. “I see, she is just like her mother. I’m sure (Y/N) will come around, she loves you so much and knows how difficult our job is.” JJ nods, trying to believe him.

Not long after that the duo enters the secretary’s office, explaining the situation. He immediately notifies the teenager’s teacher and a few minutes later (Y/N) opens the door. “There is an empty classroom we can use, I already asked Mr Boyle. He is such a sweetheart”, she tells her mother and uncle.

“Thank you for consenting to answer our questions. (Y/N), do you know the girls?” Spencer begins after settling down. “I do. One of them, Amy, is on the soccer team with me. We mostly talk about her family. She is in love with her little sister. The other two, Rosa and Gina, are in Freshmen. I tutored Gina briefly until her mother said she doesn’t need it.”

Unfortunately (Y/N) isn’t able to tell more useful information. “Thank you so much, Honey. Have fun at your practice later”, JJ tells her while embracing the teenager. “Yeah, thanks. Do you come home tonight?” Her mother sighs.

“I get it, you don’t know. Ok, I don’t wanna interfere any longer. Maybe you are able to solve the case faster. Stay safe. Love you!” Quickly she picks her bag up and leaves the room.

JJ looks at the genius with a face that says “Do you know what I mean?”

“My lovelies, all three girls don’t have the best connection to their parents. They often complain about the missing approval. Do you think that it’s a kid from their classes?” Garcia informs them as the team gathers back around the round table.

Rossi shakes his head. “The crimes are too organized for a kid. Every girl was drugged, but we don’t know how. Then the UnSub waits for the drug to kick in and takes her to a vacant spot, where the beating occurs. And all of this happens right after classes end. It has to be a staff member, probably a teacher.”

“Yeah, but there is one detail that doesn’t sit right with me”, Derek pipes up, “The connection between the girls is the bad relationship with their parents. It has to be someone, who is reminded by their own dysfunctional family.”

“Garcia, look for someone from the area, his comfort zone shows that he knows remote areas that you don’t find by accident. He has to be from D.C.” Spencer instructs her.

“Okidoki, boy won- Wait, are we looking for a male?” Hotch nods. “We are, the amount of strength used to beat up the girls suggests a male, same with the amount of hatred.”

Emily looks unsure. “This sounds all right, but why is he choosing the girls? What does he relive by hurting them? How does it help him?”

JJ wants to partake in the mindstorming, but a ping from her phone distracts her from saying her thoughts out loud. It’s a text message from (Y/N)

If you find the time in your busy schedule to read this, be informed that Will and Henry won’t come to the game tonight, because Henry has a spontaneous playdate. Don’t worry, he brought me my inhaler to school already.

(Y/N) sighs after sending the text. Is it really too much work for her mother to make room for her? This is probably the most important event in her whole school carriere and she decides that a team of masterminds need her more than her own daughter.

Hurt by the clear ignorance she shoulders her bag and makes her way to the counselor’s office.

“Come in”, a warm voice invites the teenager after her knocking on the door. “Hey, Mr Pembroke. Uhm, I have a class before soccer practice and I wanted to ask you if I can put my bag here? I know I got a locker, but I still got my mom’s birthday present in there and I’m scared I’ll leave it in my classroom and have to run back to get the bag if not another kid already took it away.”

Mr Pembroke looks at her with a smile. “Of course, (Y/N), I don’t mind. Speaking of your mother, will she be there tonight? I really hope so, because you are a star on the field. She’s missing out otherwise.” At the end he winks. He is just that kind of guy. Working with kids makes him desperate for appearing younger than he really is, but that is also part of Keith Pembroke’s charm.

“Unfortunately my whole family isn’t able to come. It is like- I mean I get it, serial killers are dangerous and it’s important and the right thing to chase them down. But do I not deserve some time with my mother?” Mr Pembroke evolved into a moral support over the past school year since he started his job at (Y/N)’s high school.

He always has something noice and wise to say. “You do. Everybody deserves some time with their family and especially with their parents. Why don’t you talk to them after all this is over? I can help you work on what you can say.”

Happily the teenager takes the offer and rushes to her class.

“Guys, I might be onto something”, Spencer rips everybody from their train of thoughts. JJ looks at the watch on her wrist. (Y/N)’s game ends in about five minutes. And she sits here, stumped one the case she stood her up for.

“So we thought about how he chooses his victims. The only connection we found was them having a bad relationship with their parents. But how would the UnSub know? They didn’t share any classes.

“But there always is one person, who knows about the student’s problems. They tell them voluntarily”, he finishes, giving his colleagues the opportunity to answer it themselves.

“The counselor!” Rossi exclaims, wondering how they oversaw the obvious.

Penelope’s keyboard is practically on fire from her fast typing until she nearly shouts: “I got him! Keith Pem-” The rest goes under in the loud ring from JJ’s cellphone. “I’m sorry, but this is… (Y/N)’s school! I-” Hotch nods, giving her permission to take that call.

“Jennifer Jareau?” She can’t wait until she is out of the conference room. Now that they know who the UnSub is, JJ is more on edge than ever. “Uhm, Mrs Jareau, I call about your daughter, (Y/N). She is on her way to the hospital, she collapsed during the soccer game. We suspect an asthma attack, even though she used her inhaler.” The teacher on the phone gives her a few more information before hanging up.

“I-I’m - (Y/N), she is- hospital. Her inhaler.” In that moment she makes all the connections. “Garcia, look for the girl’s medical history. Pembroke exchanged (Y/N)’s inhaler, I’m sure he did. Look for it in the other girls. I have to go, she is at the hospital right now.”

In a way even Derek Morgan would describe it as reckless JJ speeds to the hospital, ready to fight any regulations keeping her from seeing her daughter sooner. “I’m here for (Y/N) Jareau. J-A-R-E-” She tells the woman at the reception breathlessly.

“Oh I got her. She is in room 99. (Y/N) was unconscious for a certain amount of time, but she is slowly regaining her senses. A doctor will meet you there.” Before she even finishes her sentence, the blonde leaves the desk into the direction of the appointed room.

In fact there is a doctor waiting for her, updating the mother on her daughter’s condition. “I advise you to not overwhelm her. Her mind is still foggy and there may be things that don’t make sense right now coming from her. But (Y/N) will make a quick recovery, being good as new in only a matter of days.”

Cautiously she enters the room. The teenager might be awake, but her mind clearly is elsewhere. “Hey, Honey. It’s me, your mom. How are you feeling?” JJ asks softly, taking her daughter’s cold hand into her own gently.

“Oh, hi Mom. I didn’t know you found the time to actually come here. Isn’t there like a bad guy out there waiting for you to slap some handcuffs on him?” Ouch, she doesn’t expect that kind of honesty. But it’s true and JJ knows what (Y/N) is talking about.

She sighs. “I’m sorry, Honey, for being seemingly absent from your life. I swear, you can’t imagine how proud I am of you. I mean, you play soccer and there might be a scholarship in sigh. And even if you don’t get one, you can do anything and I would still be proud to call you my child.”

(Y/N) turns her head around, looking deeply into her mother’s eyes. The blonde can see all the pain she brought onto her bundle of joy. “Mom, I don’t even enjoy soccer as much as you think. I only do this, because I thought there would be finally something we can bond over. But I clearly didn’t calculate your stupid job in.”

JJ kicks herself for overseeing her daughter this much. She never stopped to acknowledge her oldest child’s accomplishments in front of her team and family. She always told everybody in the BAU what (Y/N) is up to, if they asked or not is not her problem. But in the whole process the agent forgot the most important person, the one who reached all those goals.

“Oh Honey, I’m so sorry for letting you feel like I don’t want to partake in your life. I- I was just so invested in your life that I didn’t think about you. You don’t have to do anything that I like to get my attention. You can join the school band playing the triangle and I would practically make t-shirts for the whole team sporting your logo.

“Anything you do is enough for me. You don’t need to change yourself to appeal to others, not even me. I’m sorry for letting you down. I love you so much and I hope you can forgive me.”

It seems like (Y/N) needs a few seconds to comprehend her mother’s statements before answering them. “I just need a mom, who is there more often. That would be enough for me. Just once every three games is enough. To let my friends know you care. To let me know you care.” JJ gets tears in her eyes. She promises to be there more often, fully intending to keep that promise.

“Good, now that we have that sorted out I need you to come into bed with me. I feel I could sleep for at least a year because of Mr Pembroke’s really weird tasting substance in my inhaler. Can we just cuddle until I feel like I’m my old self?” JJ smiles while happily laying down next to her daughter, engulfing her in a hug, still being cautious of all the tubes she has going in and out of her.

“I love you so much, Honey Bun”, the blonde murmurs, stroking a few strands out of her daughter’s face. But (Y/N) is too tired to answer. She just nods and cuddles closer to her mother before falling asleep.

Meanwhile, JJ watches over her like a hawk. Not even Will is allowed to come closer to her than two meters (or roughly six and a half feet for Americans), not wanting anyone to disturb her daughter’s peaceful sleep.

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Hopes and Dreams Part I

.I have this idea in my head since I saw the first trailer of Resident Evil 8, which was in March? This will be multichaptered and english isn’t my first language, so if anyone of you likes the story enough and is willing to be my beta, I would greatly appreciate it. *** About the story: Reader was Alcinas first lover and got reincarnated over the centuries. Alcina lost her everytime and after the fifth, she just gave up on ever finding reader again, because she couldn’t take losing her anymore times. But as fate would have it, the reader will find her.... Chapter One

Five. Five times Alcina has seen you reincarnated and crossing her way, and yet, fate always found a way to take you from her. The last one was particularly grueling. She remembered the day she lost you, as if it happened yesterday and considering her immortality, it may have been. You looked so happy and excited when you said your goodbyes, and Alcina could understand that. The titanic was a big thing then, even more so after the tragedy that unfolded. You were one of the many victims of the sheer stupidity of men, at least in her opinion and she hasn’t been the same since. Every single one of your deaths was devastating, but the last one was the one that broke her. Bela was there to take care of her, but something died within Alcina when she heard that fate had taken you away from her yet again.

When Cassandra and Daniela came into her life, it certainly helped, but she still grieved for you to this day. Usually, she would search to the ends of the world for you, but she couldn’t stand to lose you, if she ever found you again. She couldn’t do that to either you or herself.

She straightened her dress when she got to her feet again, gently stroking a hand over your grave. Well, the first you, anyway. The only one where any remains were found to be buried. You loved the lake near the castle, no matter in which life. Some asked about the tombstone, but she would just smile and say that it was someone she cherished when she was young, never revealing the whole truth. The first you lived the longest and happiest, before Alcina was turned. Centuries before Mother Miranda found out about her and the other lords.

Her musing was disrupted when she heard distant howling. It seemed like Heisenberg’s Lycans had found another victim, and they were oh so messy in their killing. She harrumphed and started her trek back to the castle, ignoring the ever-closer growing howling. That was until she heard rustling and a figure, cursing like a sailor rushed out from the bushes. Your eyes met and time seemed to stop for both of you.

***

You were furious with yourself for letting your guard down. You have been hiding away in this remote village for two years now, so far avoiding any supernatural beings. But it seems your luck had run out. You were checking your traps in the forest, never noticing them sneaking up on you. Which was a feat in and on itself, normally you could smell them miles away. During your travels you had to fight of many supernatural beings, a pack of Lycans shouldn’t be a problem, but the forest was dense in these parts and you knew when you were at a disadvantage. So, you ran, hoping to distract them with the chase long enough to form a plan.

Meeting her wasn’t part of the plan. You have never seen the lady of the castle, but you heard enough to know exactly who you were looking at, her height being one dead giveaway. Yet something about her made you stop dead in your tracks, the pack of Lycans chasing after you completely forgotten. Her honey-colored eyes stirred something in you, some feeling of familiarity you couldn’t quite place. Your heart clenched, not entirely in an uncomfortable way, because she was just so stunning. If you weren’t gay before you sure as hell were now. What intrigued you even more was the look of utter shock in her eyes, mixed with other emotions you could have named, if it weren’t for the Lycan crashing into you and propelling you down the small cliff you hadn’t noticed before.

“Motherfucking mutt!” you hissed and pulled the knife from your boot. You skillfully spin the Lycan underneath you, stabbing the knife into the Lycans chest to soften your fall. But another four already jumped right after you and you were still distracted by the lady, who apparently decided that watching you would be a nice way to kill some time. With a sickening crunch from the dead Lycan you landed on the edge of the lake. The others where circling you, growling menacingly. With another sickening crunch you pulled your knife free and took a defensive post. You kept most of your concentration on the Lycans, but the woman was still distracting you somewhat.

‘Might as well try to impress her’ you thought and grinned up at her, which was your second mistake that day. You felt sharp claws digging into your left leg and hissed in annoyance.

“Not cool, man!” you huffed and kicked him in the throat. The desire to impress equally impressive tall, beautiful women left your mind and you made quick process of the remaining Lycans standing in your way. You kicked the corpse of the one that got you for good measure, cursing under your breath. When you turned around you noticed that the lady had made your way to you, still staring you down as if you were the weirdest thing around here.

“I would help you, but it seems you have the situation under control,” she said, and a shiver ran down your spine. Her voice was like liquid honey and your heart clenched again. You absentmindedly rubbed your chest and said “Well, they are not the first supernatural being I have encountered, and they aren’t the most dangerous ones.”

She seemed impressed with your answer if the slight smirk was anything to go by. Her gaze wandered down to your leg and something in her eyes changed. Some far away voice in your head screamed for you to run from her, but you felt weirdly safe around her.

“Believe me when I say that I taste quite awful,” you said and grinned. That seemed to pull her out of her daze, and she stepped closer to you. You gulped a bit when the realization of how tall she truly was hit you, but you wouldn’t back down either. Craning your neck to keep looking at her face you stood still and waited. You should be scared shitless and still you felt as if no danger was coming your way. Yet.

“You should take care of that, before you attract more of them” she simply said and turned around. Sheer stupidity, paired with a malfunctioning brain to mouth barrier made you utter your next words “Well, shouldn’t you be the one to help me out, considering that I only got hurt, trying to impress you?”

She turned around so fast that you just knew she popped something. She was upon you in seconds and hissed “Excuse me?”

“I- I didn’t mean to say that out loud,” you stuttered and felt a blush creeping up your face. All her beauty and your weird feeling aside, she was still someone infinitely more dangerous than 200 Lycans combined. What exactly had you gotten yourself into? 

***

Seeing you tumble out of the woods came as a shock to her system. No matter how many times you got reborn, she would always recognize you, though you certainly looked more different than ever before. Not that Alcina had much time to look at you, when just a few seconds after your eyes met a Lycan barreled into you. Her feet moved on her own, ignoring the other Lycans tumbling down the small cliff, when she rushed to the ledge of the small cliff just in time to see you landing on the dead Lycan.

You were certainly feisty and skilled this time around and the grin you threw her way made her feel things she thought long buried. Until one Lycan got to you and she saw red, but when she came down, she only saw you kicking a dead Lycan before he turned into dust. Alcina was rather impressed when you made that off-hand comment about encountering other beings before. Which would explain why you didn’t react to her like normal people do.

No matter how many times you two met in the course of history, there were certain things that never changed: you always looked similar to your you before, and your smell. Looking at you now, she realized that this time, a lot has changed. The most obvious being your smell. You still smelled like you, but something was underneath all that, that made you somehow all the more alluring to her. Something in your blood sang to her and it confused her a great deal.

You were always kind of shy and timid around her when you first met, but the confidence you oozed made you all the more attractive and Alcina felt as if she was betraying your past lives with that thought. Hearing that you encountered supernatural beings before made her stop dead in her tracks. What was your life like until you met? What happened to you to change you so fundamentally? But your next words shocked you more than she would ever admit

“Well, shouldn’t you be the one to help me out, considering that I only got hurt, trying to impress you?” you said with such an insufferable grin that Alicna had the impulse to strangle you for the first time in her long life.

“Excuse me?” she hissed and clenched her hands. Not that you would notice. But apparently you didn’t mean to say that, if your blush was anything to go by. Still, Alcina was fuming at the blatant rudeness, but also shocked at your bluntness. Your new personality was… still somehow endearing and interesting. She couldn’t fit your current you into the picture she had of you which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.

“What is your name?” Alcina asked and took a few steps back to get a better look at you. The smile you gave her was apologetic when you said “Excuse my poor manners, I really don’t know what has gotten into me today. My name is y/n.”

“I am Lady Alcina Dimitrescu, but you will call me Lady Dimitrescu or my lady. You would do good to remember your manners, little one.” She said and offered her hand to you. You gave her another stunning smile as you took her hand and bowed to give kiss to her knuckles that did ABSOLUTELY not fluster her, before you purred, “It is a pleasure to meet you, my lady.”

You would be the certain death of her this time around. She was certain of that. She should keep her distance from you, it wouldn’t do to become to attached to your, your attitude would get you killed rather sooner than later. But what she said was: “Come now. The castle isn’t that far, and night is almost upon us. It wouldn’t do to stay out here, with you being injured.”

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I don't know if I'm too late if so ignore this. Mc trying to take care of Lucifer. Like bringing him food and drinks, trying to make sure stuff is done in the house, stopping the brothers from bothering him.,thanks for reading my request and remember if you don't want to do it or I'm to late delete it.

You weren't too late at that time and I'm in a lucifer mood tonight so this is being done!

Also who else would like to try spicy hellburned chili now that i made it up? Because I do.

Helpful Hands (LUCIFER X GN!READER)

People always underestimate how much he does for this family, or at least he thinks so. They see mean old Lucifer who only ever bullies and is way too strict. They see the guy who has a patch of gray hair but should be way too young to have it. They see the Avatar of Pride who can’t bear to be defeated for the life of him. Sometimes they see a stuck up asshole who thinks of nothing but himself and occasional torture because he’s viewed as Mr. Sadist. The last part might be mildly true, but only on bad days and only to those who really deserve it. He’s heard it all, from both friends and foes alike, and of course his family. Even Diavolo scolds him at times, which that’s when he’s truly about to snap it because if it weren’t for the Demon Lord he probably wouldn’t be on edge all the time, but more on that later. The point is, though, that most, if not all, of those claims are fault. 

People see the surface level. They see what they want to see and they don’t dare to dig deeper. Maybe they fear him, maybe they’re just too warped in the idea that he absolutely hates everyone that they also turn to hating him. A “I do you like you do me” type of deal, but if they would just take the time… if they would listen and really take a good look at him… maybe they’d realize he’s just suffering. Everytime he gets mad at Mammon or gives a stern, “not now,” that’s him being overwhelmed. Or if his agitation shines through, it’s not because he’s truly annoyed, but because he knows they can do better. He pushes his brothers, absolutely, but only because he knows their true potential. He holds all this weight on his shoulders, for everyone, and instead of giving a small thanks, they ruin his day. It’s hard being the unwanted parent of six, but if he wasn’t, Hell would burn. Or, well, more so than it usually does. Diavolo adds to his work on the daily, and maybe that wouldn’t be such a problem, if he weren’t also the one distracting him from such work and then getting onto him for not having it done. 

It’s hard being him. It’s hard to be the responsible one because you feel like you have to; because you feel like you owe it to them. He blames himself, heavily, for everything that has happened, even though it was their choice to join him. He lays there at night, more often than he likes to admit, and asks himself the big “what if” questions. “What if I didn’t go against them.” “what if I let loose.” “What if I’m being too strict.” Never, ever will you hear him say these things. Pride, ya know? But you don’t need to hear those things because you do know. You see it in his tired eyes and slumped posture once no one is looking. You see it in the way he eats and his coffee outweighs his nutrients. You can tell every time his anger rises too quickly, although he deems himself the rational one. You know Lucifer, even if he thinks you don’t, and you feel bad for him. You feel bad that you’re the only one who seems to see how truly tired he is. How much of a shoulder to lean on he actually needs, and although you’d never dare just go up and offer it, because once again his pride still wouldn’t let him admit that, you try to acknowledge his needs in little ways. 

Coffee was ready this morning, Lucifer noted, but he brushed it off because maybe it was just Beel’s late night or early morning snack; maybe he wanted some? “The pot is full…” and he took advantage of that. Whoever made the coffee, and someone must have because it was still hot and tasted fresh, he thanks them. You smiled to yourself when you saw him with a cup, heading back to his office, “morning, Lucifer. Enjoy your coffee.” He had looked at you, blinking a few times and probably wondering why you’re so cheery this early in the morning, “Good morning, (Y/N).” but that was it. Well, not really. Next thing he knew was that lunch was already done when he arrived in the kitchen to start it. “(Y/N)? What are you doing? It’s my turn.” but you only shrugged, wiping your hands before grabbing the plates and heading out to the dining room to place them, “yeah but I was already down here and didn’t have anything to do. Don’t mind me, just come sit and eat.” He didn’t say it, and he didn’t need to, but he was really appreciative and he even managed a small smile when you passed. 

Those were isolated incidences, though, or so he thought. But now, little by little, he realized more and more things that he had never noticed before. The rooms were clean, or at least the ones he was in, the fridge and pantry was always stocked, even with Beel around, and he rarely ever got interrupted. Of course, he still heard the occasional arguments between his brothers; Mammon stealing the remote right as Belphegor was about to put sleepy time music on… seriously, why can’t the guy do that on his D.D.D.? Or Satan screaming at Leviathan who accidently tripped over Satan’s books in his room while lending him his headphones. Shocker on that one, right? Or maybe it was a disagreement between you and Beelzebub about which spices should be used in the Spicy Hellburned Chili for this wednesday night’s dinner. But all of these were minor and nothing compared to what he usually deals with. At first he was super suspicious though and would constantly check on everyone, but by day three he thought that maybe, just maybe, he had gotten lucky and he finally does have some peace. Spoiler alert: he did. He got way more done than he ever did. 

That, however, does bother him. He doesn’t know who or why they would do it and as much as he enjoys it, he would also like to have a discussion with them. His birthday isn’t for another couple of months so he knows that that wouldn’t be the reason he’s being treated so nicely, so what else could it be? Mammon would only do this for money and even then he’s pretty upfront about it and begs for it Lucifer immediately after he had done the task, so he’s off the table. Satan and Belphegor would rather die than help him, Asmodeus is too obsessed with himself and Leviathan is holed up more than he shows any signs of life. So, the only other two people are you and Beelzebub, both of which are very nice people and debatably the only ones who truly care about him. The last part is a joke, but you two show it more than others. “Was it you that has been helping me?” But Beelzebub just looked confused, half a bag of chips down his throat as Lucifer asked and something told Lucifer that he wasn’t it. “No, but did you need help?” With a shake of his head and a sigh, Lucifer turned on his heel to go and find you, but not before doing something else. 

“Come to my room, (Y/N).” he had said and for a moment you thought your whole plan backfired and his brothers annoyed him again, or maybe you had forgotten something in it? Were you not careful enough in your attempts to make his life easier? You haven’t even gotten to the best part! “I’m here…” you practically sprinted down the hall while trying to find an excuse for anything he could potentially say, but when he opened the door to let you in, all of those left your mind, “what’s up?” He didn’t look… mean, per se, but he looked stern like always and it kind of freaked you out. Did you do something wrong? Was the coffee not strong enough? You used the wrong spices for the chili, didn’t you? “Do you see this?” Lucifer’s finger pointed out and you followed it, noting it was pointing at his desk, “uhm…. Yes? Am I not supposed to see it? Wasn’t it always here?” “Yes, it has always been there. However, something is different.” You turned to look at him and then back at his desk. Was it new? Did he paint it? Is there a trophy on there you should be aware of? “Lucifer I can’t see--”

When you turned back around, he was holding out two glasses of champagne and a smile was, for once in what felt like forever, gracing his lips. “Exactly. It’s empty. You can actually see it.” he hands you one of the glasses, his smile never faltering, “I had an unusual amount of time this week thanks to a few… coincidences that just so happen to align with my schedule and make my life easier. I know it was you. You made my coffee that morning, and were kind enough to leave the pot. You took up my lunch shift on purpose, not because you were down there. You also took my dinner shift this week, and cleaned the house. I’m assuming you’re also responsible for keeping my brothers in line which is a miracle within itself.” He chuckled softly, shaking his head before reaching out his other hand and tilting your chin up, “I don’t know how or why… and frankly, I don’t want to know. It would ruin the fun of it, but I do want to thank you for it and seeing as I have nothing else to do tonight, or tomorrow, you’ll be staying with me.” You blinked a few times. You could feel your heartbeat speed up and for a moment you wondered what you had actually done, but also, how bad could this go? You had one more thing to give him, anyway. “Works for me. I have one more thing to give you, anyway.” You clink your glass with his before taking a sip, watching him raise an eyebrow while your own eyebrows rose up and your lips turned into a smirk. “Undress for me, Lucifer.” 

You hope he will agree to a massage. Lord knows he needs his shoulders loosened up. 

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #lucifer x mc #obey me lucifer #lucifer obey me #lucifer avatar of pride #obey me lucifer x reader

[happenedinforks]

Dating Jessica would include

A/N: Anna Kendrick is my fav person and SMeyer did Jessica dirty.

Pairing: Swan!fem!Reader x Jessica Stanley

SMeyer’s Jessica would probably be a tad bit jealous of you and your sister for getting all that attention as new kids.

But IN REALITY, I think she’d be very interested in getting to know you.

Offering to sit with you in classes, dragging you to sit with the gang at the cafeteria, helping out with homework.

(That girl is a genius, I mean she was valedictorian, hello?!)

Like genuinely she’d be just hyper-excited because nothing interesting ever happens in Forks about getting a new friend.

While Bella would go off and play to be a vampire or not to be, you’d hang out with Jessica and the gang.

Of course, you’d meddle into the whole vampire business eventually but we’re not talking about that.

Mostly hanging out at Jessica’s.

I feel she wouldn’t figure out her crush until at least a year into knowing you.

Just because she’s been a bit boy crazy, like, for her whole life and the idea of liking girls too!!!????

What sparks this is when Angela jokingly said something about you two being attached to each other from the hip.

”You two could just get married and no one would notice the difference.”

And then there was you, not denying it but saying this instead:

”Too bad we can’t officially marry then.”

Jessica would be unusually blushed and would start to ramble about something completely off-topic.

After that, she looked at everything differently.

That hug you gave her almost everytime after not seeing each other over the Weekend.

Was it always that long? How had she not noticed how good you always smelled?

That cheek kiss you gave her when Bella took the picture of everyone in the parking lot for her scrapbook.

She secretly wanted it to happen again.

But then she’d go see the swimming team competition with you and the gang and she’d be like;

”But those guys are still so hot...?”

Honestly, it was A WILD ride for her to figure out her crush on you.

She was kinda obvious about this.

Well obvious enough for you

So it was remotely easy for you to tell her that you like her too.

She was really nervous about PDA and would actually at first avoid it.

In the end (like after a week) she would just, not give a shit anymore, and would hug and kiss you all she liked because she's adorably clingy like that and her love language is definitely touch and affirmations.

Dates in Portland and sometimes in Seattle.

She likes to be the DJ while you drive.

Jessica also makes you dress up and try lots of clothes while shopping even if you weren't there to get anything.

Just, wholesome stuff, she's actually really adorable and wants to be a good person.

You go to your sister's and Edward's wedding as a couple, and that's interesting.

Especially when you had to deviate your clever girlfriend's sharp eyes from the vampires all the time.

The Headcanon-BisexualKing-Charlie would absolutely love Jessica like he was just kinda glad that you didn't have a boyfriend because now he doesn't have to worry about pregnancies.

SMeyer's Charlie we're not even going to talk about.

KingCharlie is all the time asking abt Jessica and when you're going to invite her to dinner.

When Bella is off on her honeymoon you guys actually sit down and talk, it's surprisingly not as awkward as you thought.

You can decide yourself if Jessica finds out abt vampires or not, I feel like she would actually figure it out on her own. Because in the end SHE'S A GENIOUS and the Cullens suck (teehee) at hiding their secret.

I'm looking at you Edwardina and your fluorescence light eyes.

Anyway, lots of traveling when you guys get out of school.

I feel like she'd take you interrailing in Europe.

"Oh because we have to take wrong trains now cuz you wrote about it in your speech?"

Jessica's really a cultural person actually.

Like she likes shopping and all for sure, but different cousines? Sign her tf up!

She'd also try to recreate them.

Jessica definitely has the 'kiss the chef' apron.

She's just all-around cheesy but in a good way.

Like she'll def make you two kiss on top of the Eiffel tower and throw coins into Fontana di Trevi.

You like to tease her about it, playfully of course.

When encountered by your first homphobe, whoever that shithead was, you would be the one to do most of te talking.

It's not that Jessica wouldn't want to stand up, I feel like it would just take her by surprise, you know? Like so far her life with you had been all roses and cotton candy and then suddenly boom someone tries to douze it with prejudice.

After the first encounter she was a lot more ready to stand up to herself and especially to you.

Inn fact she'd probably get into more trouble if you weren't there to calm her down.

"I would have hit her fake highlights into next week."

"I'm sure you would've darling..."

"I mean, just look at them. They don't even blend in..."

A/N: tell me if you want more of these, I love writing headcanons

#Jessica stanley x reader #Anna Kendrick #Jessica Stanley #Jessica Stanely imagine #Twilight #Twilight headcanon #Twilight imagine

[calehenituseappreciation]

i hc wilbur made tommy president because he planned to go and press the button while tommy spoke and kill him along with himself

wilbur wanted end all his unfinished symphonies and as the person who raised tommy- he raised him like he raised l'manberg. he doesnt care for fundy- not since he denounced him- so he wanted to end him :)

i need a fic where tommy is the one who goes to stop wilbur and wilbur fucking stabs him before pressing the button saying "it was never meant to be" tommy loses both first and last lives to that phrase

tommys last words are it was always meant to be fucking wilbur survives the explosion and has no one to kill him and now he has to live with the consqunces tommy becomes toast- short for ghost tommy i refuse to write so many letters each time- and immeditly looks for his older brothers and he finds wilbur first :) wilbur is exiled for his crimes and also out of fear- they tried to rehabilate him! they really did but then he freaked out over seeing toast... in a bad way.... and he and toast burned georges house on toast suggest (maybe we should burn something! that always helps me calm down!) this is after wilbur is trusted enough to be not... in a prison... after phil convinced them he needs help and toast tries his best ok- (WHO LEFT WILBUR WITH TOAST!) (I THOUGHT IT WAS A GOOD IDEA AT THE TIME! I WAS ONLY LEAVING FOR FIVE MINUTES! AND RANBOO WAS THERE TOO!) and toast tries to go with but everyone is like "yeah no" and toast is like "whhhhyyy i just wanna stay with wilby!" and everytime anyone tries to tell tommy about the wrongs that have happened to him he screams and clutches his head in pain and everytime he comes back he doesnt remember the convo toast,,, is the most BABY toast calls everyone cutesy nicknames unironcially he calls eret rere toast, chriping happily: TECHIE!!!! tubbo: TOMMY STAY AWAY FROM HIM! toast, in a very lost and confused voice: why? techno, freaking out: tommy? toast: hi!!!!!!! im toast!!!!!! :D techno: lowkey ab to cry toast: NOOOOOOOO DUN CRI! toast: there there techie... i know what will help! tubbo, sighing: arson? toast: ARSON! phil comes just in time to find tommys dead body and l'manberg gone hes not around for the withers neither hes there just to see the crater and wilbur in chains with blood on his hands trying to off himself phil will forever blame himself for not making it in time :> dream: taking wilbur away in boat toast, floating behind the boat: o^o dream do you have any games on your phone .///^///. looks at exileinnit hmmm spins roulette wheel who should i hurt... i picked d all of the above they dont let toast go with him but because he is baby and you can't tell him what to do tubbo: sighs finally now that the exiles done toast can you- tubbo: looks up tubbo: GOADDAMN IT

toast is promptly kidnapped back to l'manberg the next day toast keeps going back tho and no one understands why- he literally killed him! why does he keep wanting to go back! (toasts unfinished buisness keeping him tied was helping wilbur and l'manberg- he loved wilbur even at his worst)

toast vibes around everyone but he stays with wilbur- where ever wilbur goes is where he builds his home

its shitty but its an 'ome Toast, teary eyed: Dad? Why does everyone hate Wilby? Why can't I be with him... Phil, with no idea what to do: niki bakes cakes with niki whenever hes in l'manberg he keeps accidently setting her bakery on fire but hes sMOL AND GIGGLES A LOT AND HE HAS FLOUR ON HE GODDAMN SELF toast is a part of mexican l'manberg i dont make the rules mexican dream: AYYYYYYYYY HOMIE toast, giggling: 'OMIE!!!!!

Toast is wholesome while everyone is literally willing to murder Wilbur while also trying to stop him from khs toast is just a very happy lovely child and cries whenever anyone is mean to 'his big brother wilby!' and so they all constantly glare daggers over toasts shoulder wherenever he cant see em meanwhile Phil is just dying inside because Tommy is a ghost by Wilbur's hands and Wilbur keeps trying to commit suicide and oh god what is he supposed to do- he simply avoids this struggle by avoiding them toast, waddling up to philza: papa do you have any games on your phone? all im saying is that tommy called phil papa before changing to dad or fathercraft phil,in the tired parent voice: tommy please sit down- just for five minutes- at least for 5 minutes toast: sits down and then proceeds to struggle to continue to sit but he must because dad told him to toast is just ADHD incarnate wilbur, trying to end himself: im gonna escape my consequences toast: HI!!!!! :D wilbur: FUCK ITS MY CONSEQUENCES toast,,,, is so baby Wilbur is just not allowed to have anything remotely sharp i like how theres so much angst and im just hyper focusing on ba yby dream uses toast the same way he uses ghostbur! :D toast doesnt realize of course even after wilbur tells him dream is bad but he keeps forgetting!!! Everyone: da baby Dream: how can I profit from this oh dream is manipulating wilbur btw wilbur: suffering toast: i made you a card toast trusts eret wholeheartedly and this hurts eret because she knows if toast remembered he probably wouldnt- they wanted redemption but not like this- not because of death Toast: you look cool Toast: you are friend now Eret: sobs I don't deserve this Toast: what did I do wrong Toast: how can I help friend!!!!! Eret: sobbing more toast looks at everyone says "ah! friend shaped!" if ur wondering wheres the angst toast is the angst- toast is just tommy without any bad memories and hes so different they thought he was happy before they thought he was fine tommy was hurt too but since he internalized it no one cared toast sees wilbur being sad and goes! i know what will help! n-not arson tho people dont like arson when you do it.... BUT ITS OKAY! I BROUGHT A FRIEND! shows friend, the sheep and wilbur just fucking sobs Toast is wholesome chaotic in a perfect mix- toast is tommy but without the 'asshole on purpose as a self defense mechanism" someone mentioned something about Tommy masking insecurities once Toast doesn't remember. and he's fine with that he doesn't have any insecurities toast hurts because in retrospect toast, meeting bad: WOAAAAAAH! YOU LOOK SO FUCKING COOL! bad: LANGUAGE! toast, cringing back, looking at the ground: ..sorry :( bad: ...you can swear toast: :D bad: once toast hasnt sworn since "hes saving it for special occasions" sometimes he accidently swears and immedtly gasps and looks at bad and bad just sighs and is like "its okay it was an accident" bad never would have thought itd take letting tommy swear for him to stop huh... its almost like... hes a child.... and the negetive reienforcement.... was doing more harm then good.... toast: exists in an amount of happiness no one has ever seen him in before everyone: pain how much pain was tommy in before? they thought tommy was happy- was... was he not happy? he's so unabashedly joyful and energetic looking back they can see how forced every laugh felt, every smile- He's not afraid to just talk to people, make new friends he became so much more cautious after Eret, had it really effected him that badly? He's open. He never lies about how he's feeling, never brushes anything away how much was Tommy hiding, how much pain, how much fear- It's chilling. bone chilling. There's no way to fix what's been lost. No way to apologize to who Tommy used to be, to try and make it better. None of them every bothered to see him as anything more than a nuisance, an annoying child or cannon fodder and they'll regret it for the rest of their lives everyone: having a mental crisis toast: GUYYYYSS!! I MADE ANOTHER FRIEND!!!

"Wilby?" Wilbur heard Tommys voice say in an innocent tone.

Was he hearing things? Tommy's dead. He killed him himself.

"Wilby why are you in prison?" The image of his little brother asked, "Did you commit arson without me?" it asked in a pout.

"TOMMY!" Tubbo yelled running into the cell where Wilbur was kept, going through the bars with ease, "Tommy get away from him!"

"But 'ubbo!!!! Wilby is 'ere!!!!" Tommy (?) said with a smile Wilbur hadn't seen since Tommy was a child.

"Tommy, I understand you don't remember anything right now but you need to come back over here!" Tubbo demanded and Tommy flinched

Wilbur was struck with the sudden realization that this isn't just his mind- no no it can't be- but Tubbo acknowledged him he has to- Wilbur reached his locked hands towards Tommy only for him to pass through him. What? No no it was just his imagination that makes sense.

"Oh sorry Wil! I'm kinda dead! I don't remember how i died... but i think im a ghostie!" Tommy said plainly, floating off the floor. Wilbur looked at him in confusion. Whats happening?

the first time toast sees the crater toast srceams in intense amount of pain- its so loud you can hear it all over the smp- and just dissapears for a few days before reappearing with no memories of what happened toast saying things tommy thought but never said- he calls eret "big brother" and eret fucking d i e s toast cals all the l'manbergians older siblings He's far too honest for anyone to handle tommy was always honest too but he learned from experince that honesty only lead to hurt Tommy was like an enderchest, you could never see beyond the exterior, everything inside was exclusive to him and him alone Toast is like when someone dies and all their fuckin items explode onto the ground. you just see everything and most of it was  pain and everyone feels bad because they thought he was the only one uneffected that nothing had ever put a damper on his happiness and energetic smile- at what point had that smile became fake? also for angst reasons the last memory toast has is before the elections toast has uwu boy vibes but more chaotic toast goes to dream smp from logstedshire purely for sam nook toast starts making his hotel since he sees nobody has a home (including dream LMAO) (and he wants to make a safe place since everyone keeps saying something about war) and wants to make one and asks sam for help since apparently hes good at building and sam lets him pay after he finishs the hotel and sam nook is there since day one because i dont think i could handle a world without sam nook toast: biting everyone tubbo: wHY DO YOU DO THAT?????? toast: once techie bit all the cupcakes and then said it was his cuz he bit it so im biting everyone to show their mine!!!!! tubbo: i- tubbo: i am both flattered and disgusted everyone, remembering how tommy used to bite everyone upon meeting and then everyone would get mad at him and yell at him until he stopped biting people on meeting: sadly whips and nae naes hes a BABY toast deserves the fucking world also i havent talked ab it but there is wilbur and fundy angst here fundy confronts wilbur also not that fundy is angry about not not not getting murdered by his father but also why does he consider tommy his unfinished sympohny and not him? he raised fundy too- maybe he just only ever loved tommy (based off his insecurity of how close wilbur and tommy are based off wilbur raising tommy and wilbur only being there for fundy by the time he was older and also using hybrid age go nyoom for this dream manipulates toast during wilburs exile along with wilbur and toast realizes both of them were being used by him and fucking screams lourder than he ever has before and dissapears for a week and then shows up at technos house (he got lost and he didnt know why he was at logsted shire- he doesnt remember the place) on the day of the excution and tries to help technoblade but keeps forgetting that everyone is trying to kill techno the butcher army is hesitant when "hey why are you all attacking big brother Techy-" "HE SPAWNED WITHERS IN L'MANBERG!" "he did?" toast asked tilting his head in confusion "YES! HE DID! AFTER YOU DIED! NOW WHERE IS HE TOAST! WE NEED TO CAPTURE HIM!" whenever tubbo talks ab how theyre planning on excuting techno or how there was no trial toast has flashbacks to tubbos excution but hes never able to hold on to the memories just leaving him feeling bad toast sees anything traumatic and just makes the blue screen noise toast has to reboot every time anything truamatic happens and when he does he doesnt remember what happens after

toast hurts on a "THE FUCKING IMPLICATIONS OF THIS" level just.. everyone trying to make up for not noticing tommys hurt and trying to be good to toast when its already too late... far too late glatt is also here because whenever ytoast dissapears after something trauamtic he bounces back to the land of the dead for the bit and sometimes he drags glatt out to the land of the living with him only works bc toast has unfinished buisness so he can freely go between and just stays in the land of the lving until he can finish his unfiinshed buisness ghostbur and toast wouldve been good friends if they ever met anyone yells at toast and he immeditly starts sobbing

basically when everything is calm and peaceful and everyone is happy together after dream is in prison and toast is like "oh... this is what ive always wanted"

"toast?" tubbo asked, confused toast smiled softly, "i think its time for me to go" "what?" wilbur asked his pitch unusually high due to the fear lacing his voice "i think... i think this was my unfinished buisness... this is the last thing i wanted when i was alive, the reason i stayed... i think its finally my time to go now" toast said smiling tearfully "no! you vcan't go! we just got you back!"

basically when everything is finally ok, when things finally calm down toast fades back to the void/afterlife thing

#dream smp #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #dream smp hcs #dream smp au #dsmp

[rocketink]

LITTLE WHITE LIES

You don’t need Mingyu as a new roommate. Not when it’s impossible to bite your tongue around him. Not when you are arguing with him and suddenly complimenting him. Or, in a soulmate world, you can’t lie to your soulmate, but you didn’t know that.

pairing: mingyu x gender neutral reader

genre: fluff, crack, a dash of angst maybe?? + soulmate! au + roomate! au

wc: 2.8+k

warning: I think that none uwu

notes: find minghao’s soulmate au! here. Also I think this turned out differently than how I wanted but I needed to post it haha.

Living the college life along with your best friend is a teenage dream come true. You've spent half of your life planning on where you would live, how would your apartment be, what would both of you study (and many more things that are actually impossible to plan in advance). Everything was fine at first: living out of town, in a big city where you could find anything you wanted, partying, meeting new people, studying something different and -the most important part- living with your friend. Eventually, it all became too much and you both began to feel the pressure of not living under the same roof with your parents, overall when it came to paying for the apartment.

"We need to do something," Your friend told you one day.

"I know," You sighed "We'll figure something out."

"What about a roommate?"

You thought it through for a second. Your apartment had a spare room you both used as a storage room, it even had a bed on it and it wasn't that small, so there would be no problem with three people living in an apartment that is actually for three people. Still...

"No,"

"What? Y/n, why?" Your friend seemed stressed and you almost felt bad, "it would be much better if somebody lived with us. If we split the rent into three we won't have to be so stressed about the money every month."

"I would rather get a part-time job. Look, I want to live with you and just you. Another person will make things worse and I don't want that."

"Do you realize that we would still be the same, just with another person around, right?"

"As if that was just a little change!"

Your friend groaned and so did you. You knew you were being irrational but living with someone is complicated, and you didn't know if you were willing to live with another stressed-out student. Personalities can clash. The mood could get worse.

"Look, let me find someone nice. I pinky-promise you that if you have a meaningful reason to hate them, we'll kick them out and find each of us part-time jobs and we'll manage. Just let me try," your friend extended her pinky and you entwined it with yours, your thumbs touching.

Find a meaningful reason to hate them? Tsk, that isn't hard at all, you are sure you'll find something in no time. Your friend can't find the perfect roommate because the perfect roommate doesn't exist.

Turns out the best roommate does exist. Kim Mingyu is the name. You accept him because he is friends with Wonwoo and you happen to owe the older boy a favor. Still, Mingyu is just as Wonwoo described him to be: clean, organized, hates disorder, can cook very delicious food and loves to have some company. He forgot to mention how incredibly handsome he is and how you share the same hobbies and preferences. 

You get nervous around him all the time because you hate to admit your new roommate is the closest to your ideal type you’ve ever met, and even if you are in the same room all you answer are monosyllables. One day it all gets even weirder. You wanted to watch something on the television but he already was watching some netflix show.

“Mingyu I really want to see this new series, can I?” You are sure he would gently give you the remote control, but he doesn’t.

“But I’m watching my show.” He looks taken aback at himself and you frown.

“But your show is on Netflix you can watch it anytime. Mine is live, there's no way I can watch it anytime later.”

“This is the first time in the week I’m watching television. I want to have it to myself.” This time he frowns and he checks himself in the mirror beside the sofa. “What am I doing?” You hear him whispering.

“Mingyu you are straight-up being selfish. Can’t you just watch it tomorrow?” You stop thinking for a second, did you just call him selfish? Without you actually wanting to do that?

“Selfish? You talk to me for the first time to call me selfish?”

“Yes, and I’d do it again.” Why can’t you speak nicely?

“Well, you’re so boring. This is the first time we talked, I barely even knew how your face was before today, you don’t want to get to know your new roommate don’t you?” Oh no, he didn’t. He slaps himself and you almost want to laugh. What a stupid, random guy.

“You shouldn’t even be here! Me and my friend were perfectly fine by ourselves, you being here is a mistake. I don’t care how hot you are, I don’t like you.” You seem unable to filter your words around him, so you turn around and leave. You hear him doing the same thing. In the end, nobody watched television that night.

You text your friend and roommate right after throwing yourself to your bed.

To: roommie

I fought with Mingyu

From: roomie

Really? What happened?

To: roomie

He’s just brutally honest.

And just like that began a push-and-pull with Mingyu you are not very proud of. You fight about almost everything: he nags you for not doing the dishes when you don’t have to and you complain that he keeps leaving the television on playing sumb shows. You even got to fight about your hobbies which are the only thing you have in common.

“I’m so done with you two.” Your roommate tells you. “You guys are the softest around me, why can’t you filter your words with each other?” No one ever answers them.

Christmas is coming and for the first time you are not excited. Your friend leaves to see their family and you stay because your parents are spending holidays somewhere else and you’ll celebrate right after. But the reason why it gets so stressing is because Mingyu is not leaving either.

One day, he steps out of his room looking extremely handsome. He wears a black jumper with a white shirt underneath, jeans and a horrible brown hat.

“How do I look? Be honest.”

“You look really fine, but for the love of god change that hat, it looks like my uncle’s” boring was the word you actually wanted to say. Just boring.

“I- I wasn’t expecting you to answer my question.” You try to play it cool, as if it was a joke so you roll your eyes.

“Our dear roommate left an hour ago.”

“Oh, I always ask them for honest advice about my fashion.”

“Mingyu, your fashion sense is amazing. You always look hot” Once again, you surprise yourself being honest rather than teasing him. Fast, make a comment about how ugly his hair is, “you have nice hair, it will look even better if you keep it swept back.”

“Thank you Y/n, this means a lot coming from someone as attractive as you.” You feel yourself blushing and he immediately turns around and slams the door to his room.

Did I just flirt with Kim Mingyu without being conscious of it? Why is my mouth behaving as if it had life on its own.

Mingyu leaves twenty minutes later, still too ashamed to look at you. He just mumbles something that goes like “date” and you get it. When he comes back, he is not wearing his typical smile and you know something is off.

“How did the date go?”

“Awful.” He looks surprised once again at his own words, but he shakes his head. He looks tired. “I don’t think they were the one for me.”

Come on Y/n -you panick- say something, a little white lie ‘that’s probably because you’re boring’ will do.

“That’s probably because they’re boring.” Oh god, you feel like strangling yourself.

“I think I am the boring one.”

“How can Kim Mingyu be boring?” You asks willingly -this time-

“You tell me, you hate me.”

“I may hate you, but I know for sure that you are not boring. We share hobbies you know? Are you calling both of us boring?”

For the first time, he laughs softly at you and you melt.

Oh no. Feelings. No. Protect yourself.

“I like your smile.” Damn it Y/n.

“Really?” His smile widens and you think you’ve never seen a prettier human being. “I like your smile too, even if I barely see it.” And just like all the times he talks to you, he looks honest. You smile too.

“I should go to bed.” You say, breaking the moment. He nods.

“I should, too. Goodnight Y/n.”

“Goodnight Mingyu. Oh, and don’t rush yourself to find a partner, your soulmate will come when you least expect it. Just enjoy yourself.” And this is the first time you willingly say something nice to Mingyu, sharing the piece of advice you always tell you yourself when you’re feeling down for not having a soulmate.

“I will, thank you Y/n.”

“So you’re telling me Mingyu is the most similar person to your ideal type, that you can’t filter your words around him and that’s why you bickered so much, that you called him hot twice and ever since he goes to you for advice?” Your roommate feels lost a week after coming back from holidays and watching all the furtive glances you’ve sent to Mingyu. You feel lost, too.

“Yes. We’ve been nice to each other ever since. He keeps on asking me for fashion and date advice and I can’t lie to him, I really can’t. I’ve tried everything. Do you know how many times I’ve wanted to tell him he actually looks like an ugly fish? A lot. Wanna know what I end up telling him? That he looks like an adorable puppy.”

“Well, that’s embarrassing.”

“He calls himself a puppy ever since. I want to cry, that's so adorable I feel my heart melting. I hate feelings.” Your friend looks pretty amused at your antics but you are just distressed. “But the best part is that I have developed feelings in what? Three weeks? Just because I can’t contain my words when I’m around him and because he gives compliments back and flirts back and I’m full-time panicking?”

“Wait. He flirts back?”

“He says I’m a kitten because he is a puppy and we fight all the time. Everytime I call him hot he says it’s a big compliment coming from me. He always tells me I’m the best and that he’s glad we’re friends. One time he asked me to cuddle because he stole my blanket and then he stood up and left and so did I”

“Y/n, are you listening to yourself? He’s as embarrassing as you are, he definitely likes you back. Soulmate culture”

“No, he doesn’t like me back. Quit the soulmate thing, we’re obviously not” You sigh, feeling a little sad, “He just thinks it’s a joke and he jokes back and when it gets out of hand he just behaves like the emotionally constipated person he is and I smash my head against the door because I say embarrassing things for real, god knows why, and he just… Jokes.”

“Oh dear.” Your friend gives you a hug and you hug them back. You needed to vent. “But how do you know he’s not interested? He acts very suspicious around you, he won’t ever call me hot. He even may be having trouble to keep his words to himself, that does sound like a soulmate thing, doesn’t it?”

“He’s been going on little dates. Tonight he has another one, he’s just asked me about his outfit and I’ve just embarrassed myself again, that just leaves it pretty clear. He doesn’t like me back. We’ll never be soulmates.”

“Wait, did you just say tonight?”

“Yes, tonight.” Your friend frowns and they check their phone, “is everything okay?”

“It’s just that Wonwoo told me they were going to watch movies. He’s pissed because Mingyu has been a little sad lately and he cancelled his date to console him.”

“They what?”

“Y/n, I’m going ro be honest with you. Since I came you’ve been looking at each other and looking for excuses to be clingy. It's disgusting. Think about this: if you like him a lot, you behave differently around him, you can’t lie to him and you joke-flirt all the time. Maybe that has a special meaning?”

You look at them scared. Mingyu can’t be your soulmate. If he was something would have happened, something else. As you’ve said before, he should be finding it hard to lie to you too. Maybe you’ll need to ask him about it? Mingyu and you... Soulmates... Would it be such a crazy idea? Just when your friend’s about to leave your room to let you think, they receive a message. 

“Look at this,” It’s a message from Wonwoo, it reads: why is Mingyu coming all dressed up? “talk to him, okay?”

You wait for Mingyu to come. It’s late when he’s back and your roommate has already gone to sleep.

“Hi” he greets.

“Hi,” you greet back

C’mon Y/n, you can do this, just ask a simple question ‘did you have fun on your date?’

“Did you have fun with Wonwoo?” I hate myself.

Mingyu looks surprised but he laughs it off. 

“Did Wonwoo tell you?”

“No, he told our roommate,”

“And why did our roommate tell you about it?”

Okay, you have to lie just one more time. If this one works out, you just forget about Mingyu being your soulmate thing. Just try this: ‘Because they asked me about you”

“Because I asked them about you,” you have no remedy.

Mingyu raises his eyebrows. You are not in the teasing mood.

“Look, I just want to ask you something. If the answer is no you can just forget this has happened and we can move on. Do you find it hard to lie to me? Because I find it hard to lie to you. I just can’t. It was nice when we were fighting over factual things like who left the tv turned on, but it’s not anymore because I keep telling you things I feel deep inside and you just make jokes about it.”

“What type of things, Y/n?” His gaze is intense and you have to look away.

‘That you are the worst person I’ve ever met’ try it, just one more little lie.

“That you are the best person I’ve ever met. That you are incredibly hot and attractive and you can pull any outfit and you are so nice and easy to be with. That I appreciate our friendship because I think it’s sincere and I’m not always that honest with my friends and that makes it special, but sometimes I say things I don’t want to say because you don’t feel the same.”

“That you hate me?”

“That I love you, Mingyu”

Mingyu releases all the breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“You know how hard it was for me to figure out why I was being an idiot with you? I love my Netflix shows and I don’t really want to give anyone the remote but I always end up doing it because it’s not that big of a deal, why couldn’t I do it with you? Why was I being so rude and careless?” He looks embarrassed but then he smiles, just the way you want him to smile, “and then everything changed between us and I didn't want to compliment you but it was so easy not lying to you. You looked just fine afterwards so I supposed you took it as a joke and continued. Just to let you know, y/n, I mean them.”

“So they weren’t jokes?”

“I can’t joke about this because with you I always say what’s on my mind. And in my head you’re the most precious person ever.” You feel like crying, finally a mutual feeling. This feeling can only be resumed in one word: soulmate “You weren’t joking either?”

“I wish I was, just how many times have I embarrassed myself in front of you?”

“As many as I did.” Mingyu runs to your side on the sofa and hugs you tightly, “do you know how many times I’ve wanted to do this?”

“As many as I did” you hug him back and rest your head on his chest. His heart is beating as fast as yours. “Does this mean you won’t go on dates anymore?”

“Why would I? I have a soulmate that I love.” You peck his lips and he gives you another kiss right after, “besides, they weren’t dates, they were friendly hangouts with Seungcheol and Joshua, and sometimes Wonwoo.”

“But why did I dress you up then?”

“A little white lie maybe? You just assumed they were dates and I never stopped you, I like going well-dressed everywhere though. Wonwoo still doesn’t get it.” You snort. “I haven’t gone on a date ever since I understood I liked you, at some point in Christmas.”

“We can stop with the little white lies then?”

“They don’t work out,” he smiles and goes for another kiss, “and I can finally tell you I love you anyways.”

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Shoto’s Perspective

Part 2 of Endeavor with a Quirkless Child, this one focuses on Shoto’s relationship with his Sister. I’d recommend to read the first one to understand some points.

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Growing up with a father like Endeavor wasn’t easy for Shoto, after all he was never treated like a child, but as a tool who’s only purpose was to accomplish his father’s ambitions, he hated it.

Then there was his sister, Y/N was always somewhere else, never training, she was always with their siblings or their mother, often were the days he could hear her crying quietly at night. Why was she crying? She never had to train like he had to.

He saw the ways his father ignored her in favor of training him, why couldn’t he ignore him as well? as a child he was envious of her, but as he grew up he came to realize why, she was quirkless and according to his father a “distraction”, he couldn’t remember the last time he spoke to her.

Shoto had been accepted into the Hero department, unknown to him you were in the Support department, being all by yourself gave you a lot more time to study, by the time high school was about to start you were already a genius, so getting into U.A. wasn’t difficult.

It was obviously bad luck, your class was going to help in the creation of the costumes for class 1-A, “just my luck, just.my.fucking.luck” Hatsume couldn’t stop laughing at her new friend’s muttering, “It can’t be that bad Todo-chan!” that was the nickname she gave you, eventually everyone in the class started calling you that, even the teachers.

You were not in charge of designing Shoto’s costume, instead it was the costume of a guy called Bakugo Katsuki. The classmate who got Shoto’s asked you about his quirk in hopes you could lend them a helping hand, when they showed you the concept Shoto gave for his costume a chuckle came out without realizing, he was more spiteful than you thought.

During lunch time you would do everything to avoid Shoto, it wasn’t that you hated him, it was on reflex, it became a habit you ended up developing while growing up. That didn’t stop you from glancing at him during lunch time, a few of his classmates noticed the girl staring at him every now and then, you weren’t as sneaky as you thought. The funny thing was Shoto had crossed paths with you more than once but he never recognized or paid attention to you.

Sero and Kaminari told him about the cute girl that would stare at him from a distance, he only listened once, so that’s where that feeling of being watched came from.

During the Sports festival and the accidental reveal he was confused when Present Mic yelled out Todoroki again, he had already crossed the finish line a long time ago, then he heard it again. Todoroki…Y/N? At the mention of your name his body quickly turned towards the Stadium’s entrance.

Crossing the finish line was a girl wearing support equipment, she was bent over, hands on her knees and panting tiredly, but her face quickly shot up in a panic at the mention of her name. Her (Color) hair was short, (Name) was a red head and as far as he remembered her hair reached her waist, but then he saw her eyes, it was her…It was her sister.

what were you doing at U.A.? hadn’t you chosen another school? and why was everyone yelling?! Kaminari and Kirishima were shouting “That’s your sister?!”, before he could go and talk to you Midnight was already announcing the next event, the Cavalry battle.

He noticed your team never got close to his, and although your teammates were good they lost when Monoma took your points, he wouldn’t forget the look on your face, you were so furious you tried to use a bracelet with a taser on the Blond.

With the cavalry battle over and after confronting Midoriya his next goal was to find you and talk, but then Shoto heard Endeavor yelling at you, he followed the noise just to see his father holding your arm, from the look on your face he was hurting your arm.

When you started telling Endeavor how you were ignoring Shoto just like he ordered, that left him thinking, didn’t you hate him for having a quirk? both of your parent’s quirks specifically? he always thought that was the reason you never talked to him, not because Endeavor had forbidden it. He snapped out of his thoughts when you ran off after leaving Endeavor behind.

During the fighting tournament Shoto could notice Y/N watching, she was genuinely cheering for him by the look on her face, not to mention the way she cheered for him along with Midoriya. Unlike his father, his sister shouted his name with genuine concern for him, it made him think of the times his mother tried to comfort him.

With the festival over Shoto tried to approach you, but everytime he’d get close you would walk away, sometime even running away in panic, it made him feel hurt, if you were so concerned for him then why were you avoiding him?

The day he decided to go visit his mother he didn’t see you at home, Fuyumi told him you had gone out. The surprise on his face was pretty obvious when he found you talking to Rei on her hospital room, the look on his mother’s face was joyful, she thought you were getting along, and neither of you had the courage to tell her the truth.

he asked you to listen to him and not to run away once you finished the visit, hesitantly you accepted and took him to your favorite cafe, it was adorable seeing him trying to choose, there were things on the menu he’s never heard of or tried before. His diet had been so strict growing up he rarely tried anything sweet or even remotely close to junk food, the closest thing he’s ever had was probably mochi.

“You do realize our father can’t control your diet anymore right?” you leaned forward, finger pointing the desserts section at his menu. “you can start with something simple like their green tea ice cream, or you can go wild and order the chocolate and raspberry milkshake, it’s really sweet but honestly everything on the menu’s delicious” he gave you a look filled with curiosity “how often do you come here?” “pretty much every Friday, my friend’s the owner’s grandaughter and she dragged me here to celebrate when we started mid-school” you waved at the old couple in the register “She’s studying abroad in Canada, but it was our little tradition to come here on Fridays, and this place has such a cozy feeling it’s hard to avoid”. he had to admit you were right, the moment he stepped in a warm feeling was all around him, it felt right, just like his mother’s embrace.

The both of you talked for a while, about school, your childhood, the festival, he told you how he had ended up listening on your conversation with Endeavor, a part of you felt ashamed of the way you reacted, but shoto reassured you it was fine to react like that at the threat of being pulled out of school.

He found out you had been assigned to work on his new costume, the classmate that used to work on it dropped out, they couldn’t handle the stress, the fact you were the one helping them out the most ended up with the teacher allowing you to work on two hero costumes. You also made fun of the first one.

The day he introduced you to his classmates was a day to remember, Kaminari mentioned how him and his friends would catch you staring from time to time and thought you were a girl crushing on Shoto much to your embarassment, they quickly apologized when they saw you covering your face in shame.

Bakugo called them a bunch of blind idiots for not figuring it out sooner, he knew who you were the moment he met you while working on his costume, not to mention the time he heard your classmates calling you “Todo-chan”, but he just didn’t care, he had to admit you had done a good job on his gauntlets though, that made you ease up a bit.

The girls invited you to hang out with them next weekend, everyone quickly caught up with your nickname, it would be easier to difference you and your brother that way, Shoto was content his sister was getting along with his classmates, specially when Midoriya bonded with you about the feeling of growing up quirkless.

Kirishima mentioned your hair, the color was a bit messy and uneven “It was your first time dyeing your hair, wasn’t it?” “Yes, how did you know?” he rubbed his neck in embarassment and mentioned how the same thing happened to him, later he gave you the name of the place where he had his hair done.

When Y/N argued with their father about the internship she was venting with Shoto “He doesn’t even know how much effort I put in my work! and to think my project ended up being about him! this is unbelievable!” all your brother did was listen and watch as your hands were flying everywhere at the same time you spoke, somehow his eyes landed on your hair and it was like a light bulb went off, he had an idea you probably wouldn’t refuse and quietly went to look for Enji’s credit card.

The result was worth it once he witnessed his father burst into flames at the sight of Y/N as a blonde, Shoto couldn’t help but jokingly aski if you were All Might’s secret love child which you replied with a deadpan expression “I wish”.

During the attack on the training camp and Bakugo’s kidnapping you had stayed at home with Fuyumi, the both of you worried out of your minds when Shoto had gone rescue his classmate. But the moment he came back home the first thing he got was an earful from his worried twin, that quickly died down when they heard his father tearing apart the training room.

Things were calm for a few weeks, you made it a routine to go to the cafe at least once a week an have study sessions together, most of the time you were together in class 1-A dorms, mainly because the majority of the support department was always busy working in the development studio.

Then the day of Endeavor’s debut as the number one hero and the fight against high-end happened. The both of you were watching the broadcast with his friends, and the moment it seemed Endeavor had been defeated Shoto could only watch in shock at the sight of what appeared to be his father’s corpse.

But you? a million thoughts were running through your head in that moment, chills running down your spine, an overwhelming feeling of dread, hearing nothing else but static, you could see Shoto talking, but were unable to listen, the feeling of being lightheaded making you fall on your knees and having trouble breathing. You were having a panic attack.

Uraraka screamed the moment you feel on the floor and started hyperventilating, Iida was quick to carry you to the couch, Shoto snapped out of his shock when he hear the yelling, he didn’t know what to do as tears started running down your face, he was afraid to make it worse, but he tried to talk to you and distract you. Luckily Aizawa arrived soon after to help.

By the time Endeavor rose again and managed to defeat the Nomu you had calmed down, but the stress caused you to pass out on the couch from exhaustion, Shoto stayed close during that time, he was worried and so were his classmates, some of them stayed around in case Shoto needed help with something.

It was almost midnight when you finally woke up with a blanket covering you, turning your head slowly the sight of mismatched hair was the first thing you noticed, Shoto had fallen asleep sitting on the floor, waiting for you to wake up. He woke up at the feeling of hands stroking his hair, but the moment he saw you awake he quickly got up from the floor.

“What happened?” You were still laying down “You had a panic attack and passed out” “oh…” there was silence for a few minutes, but then your brother told you Endeavor had won the fight, the news made you relax a little, but there was a clear sadness in your eyes.

“You want to forgive him don’t you?” “…what?” “Father, the moment everyone thought he had been defeated you started shaking…Do you want to forgive him?” you could only look at the ceiling, did you wanted to? tears slowly started to form in your eyes, just to quickly end up being be wiped with the heel of your hands as you sobbed.

“I…I don’t know what to do” Your could only mutter with a broken voice “…He’s our father…and he hurt us for along time…but he’s trying to fix things with us, would it be the right thing to do?”. Shoto could only stare at his weeping sister, he hated seeing you like this.

The day Natsuo yelled at their father and told him why you had cut your hair didn’t shock him anymore, the day he took you to the salon you mentioned him why you did it, the sad smile you gave made him feel terrible, after all Fuyumi once mentioned how much you loved having long hair.

He knew it would probably upset you, but he still went and told their father about your panic attack, and the way you were hesitant to forgive him, Endeavor was a great hero, but he was lacking as a father, the last thing he told him was that if he wanted to make up for his mistakes he should start with you and Rei.

Months later when he saw your red hair growing out he realized things were starting to change, while you haven’t fully forgiven your father yet, things slowly started to change for the best.

Hope you enjoyed this!

@godtieruwu​

I have like three more ideas for this, it’s probably going to turn into a mini-fic and some side stories.

Want to make a request? my askbox is open!

I also made an avatar on picrew to show you guys the way I imagined reader, this is pretty much how she looks after getting rid of the hair dye

Update / January 19, 2021: This story will change from a Reader insert to an OC.

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[broken-heroes-and-potatoes]

Could you do romantic headcanon two with Bakugou and Kirishima for the event? I WOULD DIE FOR THIS 😋😋😋

Oh Yas! Thanks!

Poly - Katsuki Bakugo & Eijiro Kirishima

- Who hogs the duvet

You! Bakugo has naturally a high body temperature so he doesn’t mind sleeping uncovered, while Kirishima always has half of his body out of the blanket. Plus, if you’re all sleeping in the same bed, there’re high chances that you’ll sleep in the middle, Kirishima wants to sleep against the wall and Bakugo is the first one to wake up so he takes the other side.

- Who texts/rings to check how their day is going

Kirishima or if I can, Kirishimama would always check on the both of you to see if you’re doing okay, if you’re not too exhausted, to know when you’ll be home or just to chit-chat about silly things

- Who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts

You’re the one out of the three to have the best ideas when it comes to gifts, because you know how to listen and remember little details of what they like. You have to tell Kirishima straight away what you want or the poor baby will be totally lost. On the other hand, he always has lot of little thoughts (like, thinking to buy your favorite snacks) as for Bakugo, he goals each time, on point, but he’s not really surprising.

- Who gets up first in the morning

Bakugo without a doubt. He gets up at dawn and rarely sleeps after 9a.m during days off/weekends. He’s also really grumpy when you and Kirishima are still in bed when he’s back from his jogging, he’ll make a lot of noise ‘inadvertently’ which will cause both of you to woke up.

- Who suggests new things in bed

Kirishima, always want to try new positions and experiment less conventional things, also, he’ll be the one to bring the idea of possible toys. While Bakugo is passionate and it’s a pure demonstration of love articulated like a duel in bed, he’s not the kinkiest and tends to follow his instinct and take the things as come during the act

- Who cries at movies

You, Kirishima will console you and hide his own tears in your hair while Bakugo roll his eyes.

- Who gives unprompted massages

Kirishima and Bakugo equally. Kirishima would do it in order to slip into your panties, Bakugo would do it when he sees you sore after a hard day or after trainning.

- Who fusses over the other when they’re sick

Dear Lord. Bakugo. He’s a freaking unbearable child when he’s sick, and when he has a stuffy nose, oh boi, he’s the worst. He grumbles, sighs, turns and tosses, criticizes your soup, he doesn’t want anyone to sleep in the same bed as him, screams that he’s okay and doesn’t need to be pampered but whine if you leave the room before he falls asleep.

- Who gets jealous easiest

Both of them equally, but they don’t show it the same way. Bakugo would be either competitive or pouty and deny it if it’s pointed out, while Kirishima would talk about it to get ride of the bad feeling or he would feel a bit insecure depending on the situation, anyways, you’ll have to show them a bit of reassurance

- Who has the most embarrassing taste in music

It has to be you, because both of them has pretty good tastes in music with different registers. Bakugo goes with a lot of thing, he isn’t picky and listen to a lot of different styles, but he gets some good rap preferences from time to time, while Kirishima tends to Metal and ol’ classics rock.

- Who collects something unusual

Kirishima, dinosaurs fossils (fight me on this.)

- Who takes the longest to get ready

It has to be you once more, because Kirishima doesn’t even look at what he picks in his drawers and he just needs some time to tame his hair, while Bakugo always plans his  things ahead the day before, takes a 5 minutes shower and doesn’t comb his hair

- Who is the most tidy and organised

Bakugo, as said right here, is really tidy and organised, contrary to Kirishima who’s a disaster, by the way, he would probably spend his time screaming on both of you because of how messy you’re for his taste.. but he’ll always fix things and pick up behind you

- Who gets most excited about the holidays

Kirishima and you. Don’t get me wrong, Bakugo loves holidays too, but he’s less expressive. Kirishima would have the Christmas tree done before the end of November and start to think about his Halloween costume in March.

- Who is the big spoon/little spoon

Outch. Tough question, because both of the guy tend to be big spoons, so either Bakugo or Kirishima takes the advantage to spoon you, they don’t argue about it, things happen naturally while one cages you in his arms, the other is just sprawled on his back or isn’t sleeping in the bed. Accept your fate, you’ll be the little spoon for the rest of your life.

- Who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports

Bakugo. Clearly. But Kirishima will still fight with all his strenght and won’t let anyone win on purpose. Bakugo won’t go easy, it’s even the opposite, and if you’re beating him at Mario Kart, he’ll make you play, FOR HOURS, if you keep winning, you’ll have to let him win or you will never let you go to bed...Ever.

- Who starts the most arguments

Really? Do I really need to answer?

- Who suggests that they buy a pet

You're be the one and as Kirishima gets overly excited about it, Bakugo would scream and enumerate why you shouldn’t take a pet. From the «We don’t have time to take care of it and it’ll stay home alone all day» to «No fucking way it’s going to put hairs on all of my black shirts» He’ll love whatever you chose in the end.

- What couple traditions they have

Friday movie nights – Bakugo makes breakfast for everyone after his jogging – Napping time with Kirishima after hard trainnings – Ice cream van every single sunday.

- What tv shows they watch together

It’s pretty hard to get everyone to agree, so you’ll often make the referee betwen them by taking the remote.. it’ll often end with fantastic or sf series (Titans, Umbrella Academy, Stranger things, Dr Who.. for example)

- What other couple they hang out with

Probably with the Bakusquad ones

- How they spend time together as a couple

During end of high school/Uni, you still gather to have some time together, between classes, during weekend and holidays. So trainnings, friday movie nights, ice cream on sundays, beach walks and hiking for some fresh air!

It’s hard to share time the three of you all together after when you enter differents agencies, you don’t have the same schedules, at least one of you will have to work in another city so it’s sometimes complicated to regroup each other. You always try to have at least one night off together per week and share all of your meals with at least one of the other.

- Who made the first move

The poly couple would probably begin between Kirishima and you, he’s the one who made the first move and ask you on a date, but his hopes wasn’t high to be honest, he was even surprised when you said yes, but the happiest man on the world.

No one was aware of Bakugo’s feelings for you at this time, he took some distances from both of you at first, when things didn’t got better and you were all suffering from the situation, it was your turn to confront him about it. After a heated debate where he would blurt out his feelings, you shut his mouth by kissing him and… things went on..

- Who brings flowers home

Kirishima, wild ones, picked up by him, one of the little cute attentions he has.

- Who is the best cook

Bakugo is really really good at cooking, but, apart from that, he grumbles if you bring too much take-out and everytime one of you burn something so.. he doesn’t really leave a choice here.

#bakugou poly #bakugou headcanon #kirishima poly #kirishima headcanon #bakugou imagine #kirishima imagine #bnha poly #mha poly #bnha imagine #mha imagine #boku no hero academia imagine #my hero academia imagine #katsuki bakugou #kirishima eijiro #bakugou x reader #kirishima x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #boku no hero academia headcanon #my hero academia headcanon #mha headcanon #bnha headcanon #bakugou x kirishima x you

[kotoplasm]

reincarnation from sin

summary: you think people turn to drugs, alcohol and cigarettes because they crave the feeling of euphoria it gives them. you think it’s something that people crave because it reminds them of something or rather someone who used to make euphoria feel immutable. 

the story of how you came to learn of his name was nothing short of an unprecedented coincidence. as far as you were concerned, he was merely the “birthday boy” celebrating the very event at a club which specialises in roping in men with fat stacks of cash and sucking them dry of those currencies.

when you take a good long look at him there are a few things you take notice of and write down for the prospective future: the birthday boy definitely didn’t look twenty-four. from what you could gather, he still held some elements that might have mistaken others to think that he was in his late teens as opposed to his mid-twenties. and unfortunately you were one of those people.

you couldn’t really blame yourself the longer you thought about it; guessing from his build and hands that managed to brush yours as you handed him the menu — they felt rather calloused — he was or used to be an athlete. people like that always managed to fool others with their age.

you weren’t some lucky exception.

secondly: this athlete wasn’t a drinker. from previous experiences with other men who happened to sit opposite you during cleanup, they would often have eyes darkened with mist or their pupils would look slightly more dilated than usual. and he was unfortunately no different. apart from the following, he seemed more drowsy than others, making the situation even more unbearable.

if you left him with misaaki, you might not hear the end of it for the rest of the night so you suppose that leaving him in your hands was the only right decision to make considering that the “friends” seemed rather entertained by having your co-workers advance on them through hooded lids and provocative smirks filled with mirth — especially the blonde one whose eyes would at times glance over to where you were with the redhead. 

you were definitely aware of it and everytime he did it, your hands would tense enough for misaaki to raise a brow at your odd behaviour.

“if you’re tired, you can always take a break,” he sneers, nudging you whilst holding a bottle of jack in one gloved hand. you roll your eyes and push him away.

“i’m not tired.”

“well your face says otherwise.” and he makes you turn to face the ones whose eyes won’t leave your figure. in a hushed tone, he mumbles something in your ears. 

reluctantly, you set down the dishrag and straighten your uniform before dragging the redhead up to the rooftop, basking in the sudden gust of wind that rushed through the two of you the moment you kicked the door open. 

“it’s not the best atmosphere, but it should hopefully sober you up soon,” you mumble, not expecting a response from his drowsy state.

there’s something soothing about the nightlife in this city. perhaps not when you’re rushing through herds of people and trying to avoid the blindspots of drivers who were speeding past pedestrians but watching the lights shift from one place to another so quickly from where you were right now was something that washed away all or any nerves that were previously residing inside you. 

it’s not something that you hope to continue to seeing in the near future — in fact anything remotely urban didn’t seem to fit your envisionment of freedom but if this was the view that would continue to remind you of your goal, then it didn’t seem too bad. especially since the darkness perfectly masked you away from prying eyes — at least that’s what you thought.

“who was that guy you were whispering to?” you jump at the new voice, one that you definitely didn’t expect to hear from the guy you thought had passed out. the ones you usually bring up here had a tendency to do that. “the one with black gloves?”

“i doubt you’d even remember after tonight.”

“says who?” you shrug your shoulders and leave it at that.

“you didn’t have to ignore me….”

“i know. but i’m not really in the mood to have a conversation. much less with a stranger.”

he sits in silence after that remark, leaning back on the railings to inspect his surroundings.

how far was he from the others? was he still armed? were you armed? perhaps he shouldn’t have listened to miya and drank something so profusely ghastly.

“i’m hinata shoyo.” he doesn’t expect a reply from you. afterall you made it quite clear that you didn’t have the energy for one. but maybe it would put you on ease if you had something to refer him as. plus it felt rude knowing that he already knew yours prior to this meeting.

hinata knows that he shouldn’t be staring but when was the last time he had seen someone who looked so breath-taking? he definitely knows that he shouldn’t be thinking this when he’s in the middle of such an important assignment which is exactly why the moment he gets caught staring, he’s quick to turn away, beet red with embarrassment. 

then you speak. “i didn’t take you as the type of person to peek, hinata shoyo.” even the way you say his name makes him feel worse for the poor timing. but he was too humiliated to notice the way the corners of your lips suddenly turn upwards in a subtle smile.

“can i ask you a question?”

“i thought you weren’t in the mood for a conversation?” he muses, earning a scowl from you.

“well things have changed. suddenly i want to be social with an idiot who can't keep it in his pants.” he cringes but you chuckle, clearly amused by his shame. “hey, i’m just kidding. but you really don’t strike me as the type to if i’m being honest.”

“what exactly do you mean by that? is that something bad?”

“well what do you think?” he didn’t really know what to think, especially since you had already concluded that he was something which most people mistaken miya for. the more he thought about it actually, if miya even got as little as a whiff of this conversation he was certain that he would never hear the end of it. 

“never mind that. what do you think about yakushi? the one with the black gloves.”

well there was a lot he could say about that guy. there was something off about him but he couldn’t say what. blame it on his intuition but he couldn’t bring himself to like the guy. especially since he could feel the potency that his glares left in its wake.

“he seems like a crafty guy. someone who has a lot more to say than what he lets on,” he tells you gruffly. 

yakushi misaaki was a man of tall stature and lean build, wearing a weirdly charismatic grin that made the others at work squeal with excitement. knowing what you know now about him, you could only roll your eyes at the not so subtle ego boost it would give him.

you suppose he’s crafty, whatever hinata meant by that, but at the same time, he definitely wasn’t the type of person that hinata was trying to hint at.

“i guess he does come off as that sort of person. but that’s not why i asked. what do you think about his name? yakushi? don’t you think it’s a little unsettling?* why would someone want to be called by that name? doesn’t sound like something you’d want to hear on the street often?” you look towards him, waiting for a reply.

he wasn’t very good at deciphering meanings behind names. especially considering how kanji was something he struggled to grasp the concept of back in high school.

“why is that something you brought up?” he asks you.

all you want is freedom from what ties you back to them. the name never did you good at all. but explaining that to a stranger might be redundant. it wouldn’t change anything.

“no reason. guess i just wanted to waste some time talking about something that’s bound not to change.” and that was that.

your conversation feels cut short when the sound of shattered glass rings in your ears. the pair of you shoot up from your positions, jerking your heads to the source of or rather where you thought the source of the sound came from.

men clad in heavy artillery and black clothing catch your attention, guns nestled tightly in their arms, pellets of bullets shooting out of the mullet and the by-product of smoke — all signs of them.

you think quickly: did they finally find you? how they managed to still didn’t make sense. it’s been ten years. why choose now to attack?

before you can rush back into the building to warn everyone, you feel your wrist tugged back by hinata, staring at you intensely.

“what are you doing? let go of me!”

he hates this. “i’m sorry but i can’t. you’re too important to us for me to let you get caught up in the gunfire.”

“but if i don’t go, people will die. and it’ll be all my fault!”

he really hates this.

in just a few seconds, he pulls your body close to his, restricting your movement to just your legs, barely being able to move against his own. you feel your heartbeat race against his as something cold is pressed against the skin of your neck, what you think is your voice screaming out in panic is instead a fluid that immediately disperses in your system.

the further it spread away from its source, the more tired you became all until you felt his hold on you loosen.

but before you could finally escape from his arms, you lose your consciousness and everything finally turns black.

conclusion: nothing as usual had changed. [1.7k]

*厄死 美沙紀 = yakushi misa(a)ki. his family name 厄死 contains the kanji yaku and shi which mean unfortunate; misfortune and death respectively, hence why it's often seen as something morbid or unsettling when called out.

#[ʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔ ~ myworks] #hinata x you #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu!! #haikyuu scenarios #hinata fluff #hinata shouyou #hinata shoyo x reader #hinata angst #hinata x reader #hinata aoi #hq hinata

[ohallthecrushes]

Insomnia // Arthur Fleck x Reader

A/N: I’m baaack, lol. This request was in my box for some time, but I finally finished it. I hope you like it. :)

Summary: Anonymous requested: Reader doesn't sleep often because they have really bad nightmares that result in anxiety attacks. Arthur is super worried. Reader would fall asleep for a few seconds before snapping awake and grabbing either a redbull, soda or a coffee. Arthur feels bad about this but he ends up slipping a sleeping pill in reader's drink. Reader passes out n he takes them to bed. He comforts and calms them when their nightmares start.

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You didn’t know when your nightmares exactly had begun and what had caused them. What more important you didn’t know how to stop them or at least avoid all factors that triggered them. What worse, you couldn’t hide your anxiety and the effects of the lack of sleeping you’d recently experienced.

You couldn’t focus on anything, your memory barely function properly and your mood was lower than low, you became more irritated and jumpy.

So brittle in Arthur’s eyes.

To be honest, you felt bad for Arthur even more than for your own self. Bad for him having to see you in that poor state you’d been in, bad for him wanting so desperately to help you, but couldn’t and therefore being extremely worried about you. Constant nightmares and lack of sleep put a bad impact on your health and look, in a strange way you had found a way to deal with it though - tons of energy drinks, coffee and staying awake seemed to help you avoid your nightmares. But it was very unhealthy and that way of copping was destined to fail eventually.

You didn’t want your boyfriend to be worried about you. He had his own struggles and fears to deal with. Arthur was such a sweetheart as your boyfriend, he always tried his best for you, and he always took care of you when you were in a bad shape mentally and/or physically, and he gave you his strength to get through the day when you needed.

He was always there for you, and vice-versa, you were always there for him too. You were strong together, you supported one another, understood each other and you were one of those couple that with no single doubt were meant to be.

But even with all the love and support, sometimes things got too bad and ugly that neither of you knew what to do anymore to fix it.

Your nightmares only got bad with time and even with Arthur’s care, therapy and your both efforts to try to reduce the stress, you still were haunted by dreadful and tiresome images.

You started to drink a lot more Redbull and coffee than usual to stay awake, a lot more than any other drinks you had. Way too much for Arthur’s taste.

He observed you even more attentively than before. He noticed every signs of your distress and anxiety and he was deeply concerned about you. He didn’t want you to know that, but he was freaking out inside for not being able to help you get rid of the problem.

He completely understood it, he had very similar problem with insomnia as well. He was haunted by nightmares from time to time that caused him to wake up all sweaty and afraid. He couldn’t sleep because of his anxiety and depression. The only relief he had was with you sleeping by his side, comforting him when he woke up after having a really bad dream.

For him it had gotten better after you moved in together. His insomnia had clearly withdrawn and he slept more peacefully beside you. You were his angel and teddy bear, his one and only, and you were more than he could ever imagined.

He didn’t understand why it was different for you. He tried to figure it out as well. He even took into account that he might be the reason for your nightmares, that maybe you hated living with him but couldn’t admit it. Those thoughts made him very sad, but then he reminded himself how often you were saying that you loved him and how much comfort he was giving you by simply being in your life.

You loved him, he had no doubt about it. But you were in distress and pain and that was making him so worried and concerned. He knew how terrible and exhausted insomnia was. He didn’t want you to share the same fate as him. You didn’t deserve it. His. One. And. Only. Didn’t. Deserve. It.

He clenched his fist everytime you left for work after only a few hours of sleeping. As you took your fifth Redbull at work, Arthur were smoking his tenth cigarette and clenched his fists angry at his own helplessness.

One night, you woke up almost screaming, with a heavy beating of your scared heart in your chest and with tears in your eyes. For a moment you didn’t recognize your bedroom, so real that nightmare was, you had been detached from reality and still in your nightmare even after you woke up.

Arthur was by your side awake as well, his arms already wrapped around you firmly to protect you from invisible monsters from your head. His lips trembling, but calming you down with soft words and taking you back to him, ensuring you that nothing would hurt you, nothing would even try as long as he was with you, and he’d always be with you, no matter what.

You looked at him, you looked at his worried face and you nodded your head trying to believe him. You couldn’t say a word, your body was shaking, but you tried to even your breathing with his as he put your hand on his chest, letting you feel his heart beating and his chest moving steadily, so you could synchronize with him.

For the next few minutes you were siting on his lap and rested your head onto his chest. He was stroking your hair and telling you sweet nothings.

You felt falling asleep again, but you shook yourself out of it as soon as you realized that.

- You need to sleep - he said with a worrying voice.

- No, I- I can’t - you disagreed as you already knew that all you needed was an energy drink - I have to go to the bathroom and...

Make myself a coffee - you thought to yourself.

Arthur was aware of what you didn’t say, though he also had some idea. Idea that might not be good in moral sense, but...

- Mhmh... - he kissed the top of your head and let you slide off his thighs - Go to the bathroom, and... meanwhile I’ll make you a tea. What do you think? Instead of coffee?

- I don’t know... - your voice was low, you couldn’t look at his face, knowing that you were disconcerting him much more than his heart could take. But there was nothing you could do about it, or at least that’s what you thought.

- Herbal tea will calm you down and I’ll stay with you all night to keep you company if you want to stay awake.

He took your hand in his, searching for your eyes trying to assure you that he’d be there protecting you all night, that you didn’t have to worry.

You licked your lips and sighed - I don’t want you to be awake because of me. You go to work at 7, you need to get some sleep...

A faint smile appeared on his face.

- As well as you darling - he thought, but said - I’ll be fine - instead.

He walked you to the bathroom door and then headed to the kitchen. As a kettle was placed on the stove, he took your favorite cup and a bag of herbal tea. The idea he’d had before came back to him and his eyes landed on a blister pack of sleeping pills. He hesitated when he reached for it. He didn’t know if that was something he should do or not, but he couldn’t think of anything else. He only meant good for you and he was sure that it was something you needed. Also he knew it wouldn’t do any harm to you. He was cautious with pills. It wasn’t the first time he slipped some pills into someone’s food and drinks.

He counted the pills, minding how many he could gave you. His plan was as simple as it could be. Maybe a little desperate too, but what else could he do? You hadn’t been sleeping properly for a week now and it was getting only worse. It was another night when you forced yourself to be awake. It broke his heart to see you suffer like this.

The water was boiled and he heard you flushing the toilet, so he hurried and mangled the pills into your drink.

You walked out of the bathroom and found Arthur standing in the living room with a cup of tea in his hand. He was ready to go back to the bedroom, but you stopped him.

- Let’s sit on the couch, ok? - you said with a tired voice before you yawned.

You yawned again as you sat down and searched for a remote control.

Arthur sat down beside you and put the cup on the table.

The tv clicked and the screen lightened up with a bright blue color.

He wasn’t interested in whatever was on the screen, his eyes were on you, examining the dark bags under your eyes.

He wanted to kiss them, but he didn’t want to be weird about it.

He lifted his arm for you instead and you quickly took your tea before you made yourself comfortable under his protectiveness.

You both were just cuddling, not so much invested into watching a movie. You were sipping your tea and wondered if Arthur would let you make yourself a coffee later, while Arthur was just waiting until his plan worked.

It started working pretty soon after you yawned the third time and felt your eyelids getting very heavy. You forced them to stay open, but you couldn’t focus on anything you were looking at. Your vision weren’t blurry, just... it’s like you were dizzy, but in a different unknown way.

You rubbed your eyes and took a big sip of your tea. If not tea than maybe coffee would keep you awake.

You moved and leaned forward to put the cup back on the table, but somehow you missed the tabletop that apparently were farther than you’d thought and you almost dropped the cup.

- Damn it... - you shook your head to wake yourself up, but it only made the dizziness stronger. Your body felt weird to you, like it lost its strength, your perception was deceiving you and you had no idea what was happening to you.

Arthur’s hands hold your arms as if he was afraid you could fall down. He guided you back and gently pressed you to his chest.

- You sure, you don’t want to go to the bedroom, honey? - he said with a soft almost pleading voice.

He felt bad about the pills. Also worried that you would be upset at him if you found out. He hoped you just slowly drifted into a dreamless sleep, but he knew you would be trying to stay awake.

Not for long of course.

Fighting with sleeping pills were pointless.

- I’m good, Artie, just... - you wanted to say something, but forgot the word - I need to... - you pointed at the bathroom as you slowly stood up.

- Yeah, sure, sweetheart. Just come back quick, alright?

You nodded and took two steps before you felt lightheaded and you had to throw your hands up to regain the balance. It was as if you were walking on an invisible rope. Way too high above the ground.

Once again you felt Arthur’s hands saving you from falling as he grabbed your waist from behind you and helped you stand straight.

- Are you alright?

- Umm, not sure... - you turned around to him and your vision became more darker. It was weird. You heard the tv was on, but it was as dark as if it weren’t. The vertigo in your head just continue making you lost your balance.

You couldn’t stand anymore. Your legs were weak. They felt too light, like in contrast to your heavy eyelids. You managed to grip on Arthur’s shirt before you felt yourself falling.

- I’m sorry... - Arthur’s voice reached your ears right before you lost your conscious.

He effortlessly caught your ragdoll body from falling on the floor and lifted you up. He talked to you as he was carrying you to the bed.

- Don’t worry Y/N, you’ll be fine. I’m right here beside you. You needed to sleep, you see... I had to do something. But don’t worry, it’ll be a deep sleep with no dreams. You’ll feel better when you wake up, I promise.

You couldn’t hear it in your sleep, but he talked to you anyway as he placed you gently on the bed and kissed your forehead before he slipped under the cover to lay beside you.

You seemed to sleep peacefully for the rest of the night while he kept his promise and stayed awake to watch over you.

When you woke up, Arthur was already gone. It was 10a.m. and you couldn't remember when was the last time you slept for so long. And so deep. You didn’t remember if you dreamed about anything and it was better that way. You felt rested and those weird experience from earlier disappeared. Your morning had started good, though you were disappointed that Arthur weren’t present.

You looked at his pillow and saw a paper apparently torn out from his journal. You unfolded it right away and smiled to yourself. You would recognize his handwriting anywhere.

“Dear love,

I hope you had a good sleep witout any nitemares and that you feel beter now. I also hope that the rest of your day passes in a good way too. I can’t wait to see you again and hold you in my arms! I love you so so so much my One and Only. :)

Lots of kisses, Arthur”

#arthur fleck #joker #arthur fleck x reader #joker arthur fleck #arthur fleck imagine #arthur fleck imagines #joker x reader #joker reader #joker you #imagines

[finallyaniguana]

Watch The Eyes: a tour of revelation [12]

[11]    masterpost     ao3     [13]

Dick was looking at his watch at quarter past eight, standing outside of the classes hotel. The bus was due to leave at 8:30 am for a tour of WE staring at 9:15 am. The manor was very quiet that morning. Usually Damian was up and ready to go talking to Alfred in the kitchen but he must have missed him.

Tim was business as usual though. Wandering zombie like towards the coffee pot. They had tried to get him to stop his incredible caffeine intake a few times and everytime they realized just how inventive and sneaky he could be. Taking it directly out of his hand may lead to all the files being remotely deleted off your phone. Or just plain being punched in the neck (he was aiming for your face but he can't see without that caffeine). He was very clever at getting what he wanted. No wonder Bruce trusted him to act as CEO despite his age.

But Dick was the most personable out of all of Bruce's children. So here he was ready to lead this tour rather than an actual WE tour guide. It was important to Bruce that they be directly involved with the class they were sponsoring rather than just being a distant benefactor.

Not that Dick minded. He loved to spend time at home with his family and if that meant leading some teenagers around for a fee days, so be it.

He could see Caline in the lobby of the hotel, obviously waiting on the students to be finished with their complementary breakfast. They started to arrive in the lobby one after another some looking more awake than others. The Italian girl he remembered from yesterday was hanging tightly to the arm of a bespectacled girl with curly auburn hair. He saw that she looked a little worried. She suddenly turned to the one clinging to her arm. She said something he couldn't hear and the girl released her. The girl turned and ran to the elevator, going up. About ten minutes later, she came back with a dark haired girl, looking a tad bit disheveled, but ready to go.

Satisfied that she had everyone, Mlle. Bustier waved an arm and directed the class outside. They all followed, the afformentioned girl reclaimed her position clinging to her friend, all but shoving the other out of the way.

Dick shook his head at the sight. He remembered high school.

Caline smiled at the sight of their tour guide waiting outside for them.

"Okay, Max, Alix, Kim, Lila, Nino, Adrien, Sabrina, Mylene, Chloe, Juleka, Ivan, Nathaniel, Rose, Alya and... oh, what happened to Marinette?" she frowned.

A few of the students looked around at each other. Clearly they didn't see her. The blond boy looked like he was about to go back in to look for her when she made her appearance.

"Right here Mlle. Bustier! Sorry, I dropped my purse in the lobby," she looked apologetic.

The teacher gave a small chuckle before finally facing Richard with a smile.

"That's everyone!"

"Great! Now if we can all get on the bus, we'll head over for our tour of Wayne Enterprises," he said.

The students boarded, some more excited than others. Rose was bouncing in her seat. She and Juleka sat behind Lila and Alya. Lila was taking this time to fill the sweet girl's head with more lies about her supposed influential soulmate. With continued glances over at Richard, she started her story.

"I was texting my dear Damian all night, so I'm so sorry if I fall asleep in the seat Alya!" Lila said sweetly.

"That's okay! I can't blame you for wanting to talk to your soulmate," Alya assured.

"He invited me over tonight for dinner! I can't wait to see him after all this time," she stared dreamily out the window.

Marinette tried to hide her gag. Luckily only Alix noticed who in turn had to hide her smirk behind her fist. Kim, sitting next to Alix, noticed and gave her a sharp poke to the side, which of course started a poke war. Marinette rolled her eyes at her friend's competitive nature.

"We may just have to forgo our deal to wait until we graduate. Thank you all for being so supportive of me," Lila started to tear up, despite her dry eyes.

"I can't believe you're soulmates with Damian Wayne!" Rose exclaimed.

That got Dick's attention. How would she have figured out his identity so quickly? He gave a small glance back at the girl who spoke. She was quite short with blonde hair and blue eyes. He gathered that Damian's soulmate had blue eyes. But this girl wasn't the one claiming the bond and she seemed pretty attached to the tall girl she was sitting next to. So Dick looked to the seat in front of her to the girl with the glasses and the one that was hanging on her. Neither of them had blue eyes. He turned back around, disappointed and hoping he wouldn't have to confront the girl about her extravagant lie.

'Would it be petty to call out a child?' he thought. 'She'll be joining Damian's year tomorrow. If I don't say anything, he definitely will. Oo, maybe I should intervene before he does?'

Dick ultimately decided to monitor quietly and unless she said something that put a bad light on anyone in his family, he wouldn't say anything. He frowned to himself.

Finally the bus arrived at WE, pulling up to the side walk. He led everyone inside and checked in at the main desk, collecting a pass that would allow him to show the children different and more exclusive wings of the building. He brought up a bright smile he first directed at the teacher, who returned his smile, before turning and facing the teenagers in front of him. Their chatter died out slowly.

"I hope you all wore comfortable shoes for walking. At the end of the tour you will be given a pass for a complementary lunch. Alright! Let's get started."

Before Richard could even take the first step of the tour, his phone started to ring. He pulled it out of his pocket and frowned. Eyes lighting up with recognition, he swiped to answer.

"Baby Bird?"

Marinette choked and whipped her head around to face the tour guide. She couldn't hear what "Baby Bird" was saying but Richard looked absolutely bewildered before starting to smile.

"Sure, but why not ask Alfred?- How you getting there?- Okay, I'll give them a call and let B know."

He shook his head as he put his phone back in his pocket.

"Sorry everyone! My little brother woke up late this morning. I'm going to give his school a call real quick."

He took a few steps away to make his call while Marinette strained to hear what he was saying over her pounding heart. When that failed she tried to read his lips. A skill she did not have.

'So they are brothers. Wait, no. Come on, Marinette. What is the chance of it being that easy?'

Marinette slumped down next to Adrien who tapped her shoulder, concerned.

She tried to give him a reassuring smile but she could tell it fell short. He gave her a suspicious smile in return.

Richard soon returned from his call and beckoned for them to follow him. From the lobby and ground floor, he told them about the history of the company. They got to learn a bit about Bruce Wayne's parents and the branches of the company they were a big part of or that were dedicated in their names. It was all very interesting and normally Mari would be listening with rapt attention. But she was distracted, paying too much attention to the speaker himself than the words he was saying.

Eventually she had to stop denying the obvious. She didn't spend more than fifteen minutes in Nightwing's company. But he was unmistakable. The easy way he moved, the tone and timbre of his voice. This man fought crime at night. Their tour guide midnights as a vigilante. When she came to that conclusion, she spent the rest of the tour looking anywhere but his face.

'Richard. Richard what?'

It seemed her new goal of the day was to figure that out.

By the time they got to the cafeteria for lunch, Marinette had learned practically nothing about the Wayne building or the company. Her classmates were filing in past their guide who was passing off little slips of blue paper. She internally cringed. As she passed by and gingerly took her paper from his hands he said,

"Show these to the cashier after getting your food. Okay, everyone! I'll be nearby if anyone has follow up questions. Don't hesitate to ask."

Adrien grabbed her shoulder lightly. She jumped and looked at her friend.

"Come on, let's go get something to eat. I know you missed breakfast," he smiled.

Her face flushed at the memory. Her phone decided enough was enough and died halfway through the night. So no alarm and Marinette did not have the forethought to schedule a wake up call the the front desk. So she slept straight through Mlle. Bustier knocking on everyone's doors due to her late night. It wasn't until Alya finally arrived, banging on the door that she actually became aware of her surroundings. She had to rush to get ready, barely having time to brush her hair. She had to tie up her hair on the bus. It was good that she had laid out her outfit the night before or she would have been in an even worse time crunch.

They made their way through the line, following Nino's footsteps, who was following Alya's steps in turn. Once they had turned in their lunch tickets and sat down Marinette started to look around for their teacher. She was hoping Mlle Bustier could tell her a bit more about Richard without being obvious. She finally spotted her over by the register, where she had just finished walking through the line. Marinette stood.

"Mari?"

She looked down at Adrien's questioning eyes. Giving him a weak smile, she patted his shoulder.

"I'll be right back."

Mlle. Bustier chose to sit at the edge of the room so she could keep an eye on as many of her kids as possible. She saw Marinette coming and she lifted her face to greet the class president.

"Yes, Marinette? Do you need something?" she asked pleasantly.

"I just have a quick question?"

"Was that a question?" Caline asked.

Marinette backpedaled and shook her head.

"No, no... that wasn't it."

"Okay, then what is it?"

"I was just wondering..." she trailed off, only continuing when the teacher raised an eyebrow at her deflective tone. "if you knew Monsieur Richard's last name?"

Blinking in confusion, she stared at the girl standing before her. Eventually she shook her head.

"I met him at the same time you did. You'll have to ask him."

Marinette cursed mentally. Looks like if she wanted answers she'd have to be direct. Something she was not good at. (Something her soulmate was very good at.)

"Well. Thank you anyway." she looked back at the far table she left Adrien at.

He waved.

She did not wave back.

Instead she continued scanning the room for Richard. He was seated a few tables away from Lila's little group. That was where Alya and Nino ended up as well, but her eyes just skipped over them in favor of the suspected vigilante.

A wave of calm confidence and what felt almost like anger came over her and she marched toward him. Lila noticed her walk and followed her gaze to the Wayne employee who was sitting next to a younger man, a laptop open in front of him. Her eyes narrowed imperceptibly.

When Marinette finally passed by, she loudly began to spin a new lie, or a continuation of an older lie. When the shorter girl kept walking, paying no attention to the liar, her eyes narrowed further. The girls sitting around her pleaded for her to keep talking so she did, putting Dupain-Cheng on the back burner.

Dick looked up, startled, when one of the girls from the tour group planted her feet right next to him at his table. Tim barely glanced over from his precious coffee.

He looked at her stony expression, kind of nervous. He had no idea what he did wrong.

"I have a question," she said in English.

Her voice did not match her expression. It was soft and he got the impression she rarely had negative things to say. The French accent certainly helped her case.

"Yes, Miss...?"

"Marinette Dupain-Cheng," she supplied.

Tim finally decided to start paying attention.

"The class president?" he asked blearily.

"Oui- I mean, yes."

Dick called back her attention with a head bob.

"What is your question?" he asked.

Tim leaned in a bit to hear over the din of the cafeteria. Her face steeled and her took a deep breath.

"What is your last name?"

He looked a bit reluctant to say, more surprised than anything else, but she did not waver.

"Grayson," he said at last.

Her expression tinged with surprise before she nodded.

"The eldest," was all she said before she thanked him with a sweetness that came out of nowhere and walking away.

"What was that about?" Tim asked around a sip of his coffee.

Dick gave a small shrug before looking down at his food. So she knew his name. He only hoped this revelation did not cause any waves of students suddenly excited to talk to him. He wasn't that worried about it. He was used to attention because of the Wayne influence. But the girl did not gravitate toward the big group of students a few tables down. Instead she walked further down, sitting next to the blond boy who looked at her expectantly. She waved him off.

"Almost reminded you of someone right up until the end, wouldn't you say?"

"What?" Dick looked at his younger brother.

Tim rolled his eyes and knocked back the rest of his drink.

"By the way, Damian's soulmate must be a great influence on him already."

"What makes you say that?"

"He said please. Twice."

Tim stared down at his empty cup. A few beats of silence passed and he smiled like someone just let him in on an inside joke. He stood up quickly and Dick jolted with surprise.

"I have an idea," Tim said before grabbing his laptop and heading out of the room.

Well okay then.

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