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twisted-wonderland-shenanigans · 1 year

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an idea, how about yuu getting a cold in the monster au? how would the staff react to it?

*going back through the backlog of asks to answer stuff I couldn’t think of a response for at the time* I really need to clean up my inbox and answer some of these things. Sorry for the delay! 😅

Anywho~!

Much like animals in our world, the monsters in the monster!AU have a tendency to hide when they’re hurt or sick due to an old instinct to hide away and “lick their wounds” so to speak. Nowadays though, monster magicians and witches cannot afford to stay sick or let injuries last longer than necessary due to their own stubborn nature and will seek aid. Of course, there are some who refuse to do so due to pride, so the staff (both living and ghostly) have learned to pinpoint the signs right off the bat so they can react accordingly.

So when the school’s resident endangered human stumbles onto campus looking like someone dragged them through the Underworld and back…welllllll…

Crowley:

It was another beautiful day, and just as he does every morning, the headmaster greets every student with a cheerful smile. And just like every day, the students ignore him–not that this bothered him. After all, he is a mature adult! Such trivial things didn’t bother him in the slightest. And at least there was one student who was surely happy to see him: “Ah, good morning, Yu–GREAT MERCIFUL SEVEN!!! Are you alright?!”

As shifty and mysterious as he could be at times, no one can say he doesn’t care about his students. So the moment he spots a sick Yuu looking like a member of the undead, he immediately escorted them to the nurse’s office for a check-up. He may have fretted over what the researchers might assume if they thought the school had been neglecting the human. That would be a blemish on the hospitality and care of NRC! (Calm down, Crowley, or you’ll start molting early. >.> )

Even if it turns out to be a simple cold, Crowley makes sure to visit them frequently to monitor their recovery. Whatever Yuu needs, he’ll make the arrangements: fresh flowers to brighten the room? Only the prettiest and most fragrant, chosen by the Pomefiore students for quality aesthetics! Soup for the cold? Of course the cafeteria ghosts know and can make the best soup for the soul to ease any cold! Clean linen? Changed out every day with pillows fluffed for maximum comfort!

When Yuu’s fever finally broke and they were able to recover, Crowley heaved a sigh of relief. Sure, part of it was from worrying about the backlash from the research institutions if Yuu took a turn for the worst, but he was genuinely relieved to know that Yuu was recovering well. Now, he just needs to make arrangements for a visit with a doctor to get immunizations. No need to risk the only human in existence to get sick from some illness not native to where they came from…

Crewel:

The moment Yuu stumbled into homeroom, he immediately turned them around and said, “Nurse’s office. Now.” His tone suggested there was no room for argument, and at this point, Yuu knew better than to disobey him. It wasn’t until a break between classes that he came to check on them, listening to what the nurse had to say and coming up with a plan to help them recover.

All throughout the day, the werewolf professor would check in on Yuu, bringing the nurse herbs and potions to help with the symptoms. He would bring their homework to them and spend time catching Yuu up on the lessons they missed, stopping when he noticed them struggling to focus so they could rest. If they wish to do after-school or weekend lessons, he will have a talk with the other teachers to make it happen.

Once Yuu starts gaining their energy back, he’s pleased to know that one of his pups is going to be okay. He is, however, going to make sure that they’re taking care of themselves.

Trein:

The moment he learned that Yuu was sick, he was brought back to those days when his daughters caught a cold. As a father, he knew how difficult it was to keep little ones (and sometimes teenagers) on bedrest. If Yuu happens to be one of those who can’t stand to be sick in bed doing nothing, he’ll bring them books from the library and even his own private collection for them to read. He may or may not have allowed their friends to slip in a comic book or two.

During the times after school or during breaks, he would bring Lucius along with him for some animal companionship. With paws kneading biscuits on the blankets and the sweetest purrs, the matagot will be happy to lend his assistance if it means Yuu will recover faster. Combined with Trein sitting beside them reading aloud from one of the books, it’s enough to keep Yuu engaged and resting without feeling the need to move around.

Even when Yuu is back to normal, he doesn’t mind still reading to them and Ortho whenever he and Lucius are in the courtyard. It’s been ages since he’d helped care for someone in need since his daughters moved out of the house, and he was proud to see them full of life again.

Vargas:

Yuu’s sick?! Oh, he knows just what they need to get back on their feet: lots of rest, soup, and water mixed with sports drinks for electrolytes!...what? Did you honestly expect him to force Yuu to try and do workouts or drink and eat the things he does when they’re sick? Absolutely not! He knows that a magician’s physical abilities can improve their ability to cast magic, but he understands that resting is important too.

“If I wouldn’t expect you to walk on a broken leg, why should I expect you to be at your best when sick or mentally exhausted?” he’d explained to the very confused human as he mixed water into a cup with their favorite flavored sports drink. “Maintaining your physical health is important, but knowing when to rest and recover is something you need to pay attention to what your body is telling you. You aren’t being lazy if you’re resting your mind and body. So focus on taking care of yourself first and foremost…got it?”

While he does make sure they get plenty of rest and nutrients in their system, he can help make sure they will have an easier time recovering by helping them stretch out those sore muscles using techniques he’d learned from a physical therapist. Even when they’re given a clean bill of health, he’s not going to just toss them back into exercising at full-tilt. Building back up to where they were before is going to be exactly what he has in mind, and he’ll make sure to get them there!

Sam:

Oh dear, the little imp has a nasty cold? Well that’s not good! Don’t worry, Yuu: Sam has anything and everything you need. IN STOCK! Thermometers and cooling patches for your forehead? In stock! Cough and cold medicine in liquid or capsule form? In stock! Air purifiers and hot steam vaporizers for those stuffy noses? On sale! Anything that Yuu could possibly need to be more comfortable during their recovery or things they used before, he’ll have exactly what they ask for or will find something close enough/better. That’s the Mystery Shop guarantee!

Even though he runs the shop, he finds ways to make time to visit and brings just the thing Yuu was going to ask for. How? Well, he can’t reveal all his secrets, now can he? After all, Yuu is one of his best customers, and he wants to see them back up to their mischievous selves!

He’s happy to have Yuu back in the shop once they get over their cold, bringing out their favorite snacks he’d saved just for them at a slight discount. Don’t forget about the bonus jam-filled shadow skull cookies he made–Yuu will be the first to taste-test a new product he plans to sell! On the side, he takes note of the items that helped Yuu’s recovery, making sure he has a way to get what’s needed in case of an emergency.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland monster au #twst monster au #dire crowley #divus crewel #mozus trein #ashton vargas #twst sam

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rayasland · 23 days

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I'm sorry but your post about Aging Up characters delegitimises hundreds upon thousands of fanfictions across all fandoms and is a ridiculous ask. You're basically asking all fans to only write about the adult characters in NSFW situations - even if the teen character is now an adult in the fic??? So we can't explore how the teen now struggles with life as an adult, including new adventures or settings, because its somehow problematic??? I can assure you authors aren't picturing kids when writing Aged Up fics, the point and the intent is to explore how they'd function in different/challenging situations, not if their homework needs to be in on time. I understand your intent- you're coming at this topic from a place of worry- but bullying fanfic writers is just going to silence all forms of fandom. We're cannibalising each other enough as it is, and your words are doing more harm than good

uve completely got it all wrong. ur saying u understand but ur sending this long ass paragraph and that says otherwise. im actually getting pissed.

how is bringing attention to smth thats been happening for a while now gonna be labelled as “bullying..?” a bit confusing. im not forcing no one to stop writing abt minors, if u wanna live ur life writing about kids despite knowing its pedophilic, do as u wish. like i said im 1. bringing to light how wrong it is 2. seeing how many ppl will agree. im not bullying anyone either so idk wtf ur on abt. all i can say abt that is that u must be real fucking sensitive if u think that was bullying bro. cannot wait to see how u react to real life bullying!

i cant even lie how u gon write a paragraph of pure yap😭😭

its okay to write kid characters experiencing real life things that could happen to literally anyone(non-sexual), i never said u couldnt. whats not okay and what i completely disagree on is blatantly writing porn about them. "i understand your intent!" mm sure, and i understand what you’re saying is that its okay to write them having sex?? bc it's something that they can "explore as an adult"? you’re okay with a child experiencing that? regardless of whether they're real or not??? honestly you’re js trying to justify ur weird ass behaviour and its as clear as day. also… tbh, why r u acting as if sexual activities are the only ways a minor aged up as an adult can explore or wtf that means??? pretty sure theres a million other ways so maybe get ur mind out of the gutter.

tf was the point of that message? that why you asked anonymously? bc YOU YOURSELF know posting that is pedophilic behavior disguised behind ur so called moral ambiguity by bringing in other shit that only justifies writing porn about A CHILD??

u wanna be dramatic about "bullying fanfic writers," "cannibalizing each other," and my words doing more harm than good? how about you get a fucking life you self righteous pedophile. like okay, sure fine we'll let it slide. and then we should let real-person fictional literature porn about a child slide. and then we should let porn videos and drawings of little kids slide. and then we should normalize minor + adult relationships so that everyone can have a chance regardless of their age because experiencing something is better because it makes both parties understand!

in all forms!! incest, pedophilic, power imbalances, rape from randoms on the street, in our schools, in the transports, out in public, in private, in our homes, when we're young! when we're old! when we don't know what's between anyone else's legs! they a boy? they a girl? they both? they none? even better! honestly if ur reading that kinda shit and r actually getting off to it, please seek help. and if u STILL after reading all this have no idea why its not okay, use google or read the comments and reblogs on the actual post and go talk nonsense at them bc im not going to be responding to whatever bs u have to say in response.

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princesssarcastia · 2 years

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child superheroes, child soldiers?

taking the child sidekick thing in superhero genre seriously is a lovely thought exercise that can make for some exceptional stories. [please note: i like child superheroes. i love them, in fact. im not saying don’t write stories where child superheroes are socially acceptable, okay, this is just a killjoy thought exercise that i find fun]

at the core of it is the tension between a child’s autonomy over their own life, and adults’ responsibility to do what’s best for children. that is a tension that is very clearly weighted in one direction in our society—adults have near total control over the children in their lives. children are an oppressed class in our society. children are arguably the largest class of oppressed people in our society, in fact. what they want so rarely matters to the adults around them, or to the law or society governing our lives.

it’s easy to take the child superhero/sidekick thing seriously and say “the adults shouldn’t be allowing this. they should stop this” with the underlying thread of, by any means necessary.

what complicates this, if you’re doing it right, is that children are actually human people that deserve the same rights as everyone else, even if they aren’t entitled to them right now in our society.

take a moment and try to remember when you were a child, if you aren’t still a child today. do you remember how much that sucked? It sucked for me, personally. My parents were great parents, but I spent my entire childhood seething with rage because I had no control over everything.

let us turn for a moment to the eternally relevant bill watterson for an illustration of this:

[image description: a calvin and hobbes comic strip. in the first panel, calvin’s mom says “get up, calvin! i’m not going to call you again!”. in the second panel, calvin is still in bed, under the covers, with a thought bubble that says “i bet.” In the third pannel, calvin’s mom is telling him, “you’re going to miss the bus! now get out of bed!” in the fourth panel, calvin is at the chalkboard in his classroom. calvin’s teacher is telling him, “you don’t know the answer? then sit down.” in the fifth panel, a bully is holding calvin up against the lockers and telling him, “hey twinky, want to see if there’s an afterlife?” In the sixth panel, calvin is sitting at a table that has his homework on it; he’s looking out the window; one of his parents is saying, “no, you can’t go play until you finish your homework.” in the seventh panel, calvin’s family is at the dinner table; calvin is looking disgustedly at his food; calvin’s dad is telling him, “just eat your food. you don’t need to play with it.” in the eighth panel, calvin is playing on the floor; his mom is telling him, “stop stalling and get in the bathtub.” in the ninth panel, calvin’s dad is turning off the TV and telling him, “no, you can’t stay up a little longer. go to bed.” in the ninth panel, calvin is getting in the bed. in the tenth panel, calvin’s mom is tucking him in, saying “ have a good night’s sleep. tomorrow’s another big day!” in the eleventh and final panel, calvin is alone in his bed, with a distressed face, sighing heavily. end image description]

Living as a child with adults, for me, was like living under a benevolent dictatorship—sure, they’re great and all, but that doesn’t change the fact that i didn’t vote for them, I didn’t choose this, they didn’t ask for my input, and they can ignore me and do whatever they want with me at any time. the adults could ask what I wanted, and try to follow it, but that’s not a matter of “my rights as a human being,” that’s a matter of personal preference on the part of the adults in question. it’s a facade of rights, a little dance you can do to make the child feel better.

if you were a kid like me, you understood the difference and found it infuriating. having autonomy as an adult, to me, was like....being able to take a full breath for the first time in my life.

at the same time, to circle back to the child superhero question—holy shit, children should not be superheroes. like. that’s a lot of violence; that’s a lot of violence for a kid to commit, that’s a lot of violence for a kid to endure. it’s absolutely 100% bad for them, it’s wrong to endorse it, and it’s wrong to allow it in any way. no one should frankly be put at risk like that, but children especially should not, given the trauma it’ll inflict on their body, mind, and soul.

a great character to explore this with is captain marvel/billy batson, actually, because you can’t stop him. not without seriously injuring him physically or mentally, and even that is incredibly difficult if not impossible for most people to do. he forces you to respect his autonomy as a full human person, something most children cannot do.

another great character to explore this with is jason todd. he died being a child superhero, it fucked him up immeasurably, and he’s pissed as hell about it on multiple levels. at the same time, he is also a human person with rights who deeply, deeply values his autonomy and ability to control his own life.

so. in front of you is a child who is or wants to be a superhero. this is their express wish for themselves, this is how they want to help, how they want to interact with and serve their community; this is what they have training to do or are asking for training to do.

do you let them? do you help them? do you stop them?

#thought exercise #child superheroes #the ethics of child superheroes #children are an oppressed class #superheroes #captain marvel #billy batson #jason todd #robin #red hood #also:#bonus calvin and hobbes

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tweecrushconfessions · 11 months

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oh-crap-im-almost-an-adult!!

Okay, so let's get one thing straight. I've been using the 'just-a-teenage-girl' card as my get-out-of-jail-free ticket for the better part of my teen years. Late for class? Just a teenage girl who needs her beauty sleep. Room looking like the aftermath of a tornado? Just a teenage girl with an 'artistic temperament'.

However, as the hands of time relentlessly drag me towards the dreaded threshold of adulthood, I find myself quaking in my Doc Martens. Oh the sheer horrors.

First things first, denial seems like a great coping mechanism. I mean, they say age is just a number, right? But my parents have reliably informed me that age, in fact, comes with responsibilities and is not solely for the purpose of upgrading my driving license or getting into rated movies.

Well, I guess I'll have to strategize. Adapt. Overcome. Start talking like a Bear Grylls survivalist, apparently. But seriously, let's explore some options, shall we?

Plan A; Marry a rich man and.. what?

I've been binge-watching way too much crime videos lately, and I may or may not have thought about marrying a super-rich guy and then conveniently 'getting rid of him'. Yes, you read that right. I mean, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do to survive in this capitalist society, right? All in the name of self-preservation... and a life of luxury, of course.

Now, hold on! Before you report me to the authorities, let me clarify that this is all hypothetical. This is my desperate mind’s attempt at avoiding adult responsibilities. Trust me, I can barely keep a plant alive (I killed off like two cactuses) , let alone execute a perfect crime. I mean, have you watched Forensic Files? They always get caught. Always.

Besides, just imagine the mess. Me, clumsily trying to navigate a life of high society, rubbing elbows with the CEOs whilst hiding my love for cheap fast food and discount clothing stores, and hiding the fact that I cringe at Elon Musk. Picture me trying to put up with stuffy events when I’d rather be at home, in my pyjamas, watching pirated movies and eating microwaved popcorn. And let's not even talk about the problem of the actual 'getting rid of him' part. Yikes! My apologies to any potential future husbands out there. Rest assured, your lives are safe with me. (Not sure if I'll have one, but just in case..')

Plan B; Run Away and Join the Circus

I'm pretty good at juggling... my school work, sleep schedule, and social life, that is. However, I'm not sure how that translates into juggling balls, flaming torches, or worse, responsibilities!

Plan C: Establishing My Own Country

Now this one's for when the going gets really tough. If all else fails, I might just declare my room a sovereign nation. I mean, it has its own flag (the mess on my floor that vaguely resembles my laundry), a national anthem (my Spotify playlist), and a unique culture (the art of procrastinating and marathoning TV shows).

We'll have our own national holidays, like 'No Homework Day' or 'Ice Cream for Breakfast Day'. And the best part? The rules of the outside world don't apply here. Late for a meeting? You're just abiding by the national custom of 'fashionably late'. Forgot to do your chores? That's alright; in our nation, we believe in natural order, even if it means letting dirty dishes pile up.

Who knows? Maybe I'll find that the adulting life isn't as terrifying as it seems. And until then, don't worry, no rich husbands will be harmed in the survival process. Well, at least not intentionally…But in all seriousness, does anyone know where I can get a 'How to Adult' handbook? Asking for a friend… obviously.

#diaryposting #thoughts #digital diary #daily diary #tumblr diary #online diary #girlblogging #girlblog #gaslight gatekeep girlblog #old money #zine #writerblr #blog #bloggingcommunity #girl blog

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captainhysunstuff · 1 year

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Transcript: The Chain - Sis was Curious

The Chain - Sis was Curious comic

Light: *thinking about his conversation with his mother, thinking* Kids, huh... Would L even want kids? He doesn’t seem like the childrearing type... *imagines L with a baby* Ehh... not like I really want them. However, raising an heir could be something to worry about down the line...

*KNOCK KNOCK*

Sayu: *peeks in* Knock knock! Comin’ in!

Light: *sarcastic* Please, make yourself at home~.

Sayu: Gotta make up for lost time! *shuts door* It’s a little late for a rebellious teenager phase, isn’t it?

Light: College opens doors to many opportunities, y’know.

Sayu: Even Misa-Misa-shaped ones?

Light: Yes. I’m still seeing where that one leads. *thinking* Jeez, am I going to have this conversation with Sayu, too?? *out loud* Are you just here to bug me about Misa?

Sayu: Whaaa? How’d you guess?

Light: I picked up mind reading while I was away.

Sayu: Wow~. Is there anything you can’t do? For real though. You doing okay?

Light: Yeah. I feel a lot better now. I kinda missed being at home. It’s kind of amazing how nothing’s changed.

Sayu: Yeah. Well, Mom’s got this place how she wants it, and it’s gonna stay that way, like it or not.

Light: Ha, I suppose. So, how about you? How’s school?

Sayu: Ehh... I’m getting by. At least I’m passing. I had to start relying on study groups more since a certain someone decided to run off with his girlfriend for half a year~.

Light: Hey, I’m not gonna be around forever. I can’t be your only lifeline, y’know.

Sayu: Ugh, I knooow. Not gonna lie, living with a wonder nerd like you was pretty convenient.

Light: Good to know where my value lies.

Sayu: Well, that’s hardly my fault! You never wanted to hang out anymore!

Light: *shocked*

Sayu: I swear, if Mom didn’t make you eat with us or make you help me with my homework, we’d never see you! You’re such a recluse! And then you just ghost on us out of nowhere?! Right when I thought you were finally becoming more normal...

Light: What? You didn’t think I was normal?? *thinking* Sayu, too?!

Sayu: Duh, you’re not normal, Brainiac. What teenage boy holes himself in his room forever just to study? Ha. “Studying.” Maybe you are normal~.

Light: Sayu...

Sayu: I know, I know. You really are studying. How else are you getting perfect scores in everything? You’ll probably even pick up college again no problem. You ditched school too, right? You’re going back to To-Oh, aren’t you?

Light: Well, yeah. Of course.

Sayu: And if things get better, will Misa be cool with it?

Light: Well, she’ll have to be if she wants to keep dating me.

Sayu: Whoa...

Light: What? Was that too harsh or something?

Sayu: No no, you’re right. School stuff should come first, but...

Light: But...?

Sayu: You should still have fun. Can’t be all business all the time, right?

Light: Well, I hate to break it to you, but being an adult isn’t always fun. Work, bills... *wiggles fingers in her face, puts on a faux-spooky voice* RESPONSIBILITIES~! CONSEQUENCES~!

Sayu: Ew~! Just don’t burn yourself out, okay?

Light: Henh, I’ll try.

Sayu: Seriously though. Dad disowning you? What’s up with that? Talk about extreme.

Light: See? He wants me to succeed, and dating’s a distraction--

Sayu: No, it’s been bugging me. It just doesn't make sense.

Light: Huh?

Sayu: I mean, think about what Dad’s like: he super stubborn, and even though he’s barely around, he loves us too much to just give up on any of us. Especially you, his genius son who’s working to be a detective just like him. You’re so awesome, and everyone knows it. So, what sense does it make that he’d suddenly abandon you? Even if you guys had a huge fight, if anything, he’d try even harder to get you back. So, it’s weird, right?

Light: I suppose...

Sayu: I mean, all you did was take a surprise trip with your girlfriend. Nothing too radical about that if you ask me. Unless... there was more to it than that.

Light: Where are you going with this?

Sayu: Fine, I’m just gonna say it. Look, it’s not like I don’t think you could bag a model, but Misa was a real... surprise.

Light: What--?

Sayu: Style aside, I just can’t see Dad disowning you over her. It bothered me so much that I went and did some digging, and I found out some interesting stuff~.

Light: *thinking, alarmed* “Digging?!”

Sayu: So, you and Misa disappearing at the same time totally tracks. But after asking around, mainly to figure out where you guys went... It turns out that another guy disappeared around the same time. And when I learned that his name was “Hideki Ryuga,” you know that got my attention! I realized real quick that it wasn’t my Hideki Ryuga, but that didn’t make him any less special. With a name like that, word gets around. Imagine my surprise when I found out that he aced the To-Oh entrance exams, too! Just like you did!

Light: *thinking* She knows about L?!

Sayu: Bro, we all knew that you’d be giving the freshman address with another student. That was Ryuga, wasn’t it? I do remember you acting kind of weird when you came home that day.

Light: *sweats* Um...

Sayu: My guess is: You met the guy, and he blew you away with his smarts. After all, you don’t meet a fellow genius every day. He swept you off your feet so thoroughly that you, understandably--

Light: Sayu--

Sayu: Light. He’s the one you eloped with, isn’t he?

Light: SAYU--

Sayu: It makes more sense this way! Dad was so shocked that his beloved son ran off with another man that he overreacted, and he eventually got over it. Someone as determined and devoted as Dad giving up on you... Someone alluring enough to draw you away... Misa’s reappearance, and your and Ryuga’s continued absence... I don’t wanna say anything bad about Dad, but it just fits better.

Imaginary!Soichiro: *weeping* Light... My son...

Sayu: The Misa excuse was a convenient cover story, and Dad still loved you enough to not directly out you. Helps that Mom and I already knew that you knew her personally.

Light: ...You watch way too many dramas.

Sayu: *sigh* Ehh, I’ve just been trying to make it all make sense, and I had a long time to think about it. Besides, it’s not like you’d actually tell me if I was right even a little bit. Well, not before you’re ready~.

Light: Do you really think I’m gay?

Sayu: I don’t know. It’s not like you ever brought anyone home before Misa. Even then, unless she’s actually a huge nerd, she doesn’t really seem like your type.

Light: *thinking* Ugh, you don’t know what my type is! *out loud* ...You are way too interested in my love life.

Sayu: No duh. I’m your little sister. It’s my job~!

Light: Well, what about you?? Do you have any secret boyfriends I should know about??

Sayu: *annoyed* Ugh, not anymore.

Light: “ANYMORE??”

Sayu: Good riddance, too. Pssshhh.

*So, Sayu regaled Light with the story of her two awful ex-boyfriends that happened while Light was away*

Light: Bastards! What were their names again?

Sayu: Why? So you can go after them? lol

Light: (yes)

#transcript #text #my fancomic #The Chain #Death Note #lawlight #Light Yagami #Sayu Yagami #Sayu being a nosy theorizer #tw: implied homophobia #tw: disownment

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imdoingwhateverisnext · 1 year

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Preparing myself, as the Nest Becomes More Empty....

I am guilty of coddling my kids too much at times. I realize now that it was something that helped me, not them. In a divided household, I knew they lived with a drill sergeant half of the time. I felt I needed to offset the balance and allow them to be "kids". Which meant I always had a messy house unless I did most of the cleaning.

Somehow in between my full time job, part time job, graduate school program, and 3 kids, I got by without child support. I was afraid to ask for support, and I figured I could support them on my own anyway. I lost a lot of sleep over the years. I probably lost a lot of years as well. Maintaining a home as the only adult is challenging; between the housework, cooking, bills, shopping, laundry, mom's taxi service, sports practices, homework, check-ups, dental, orthodontics, maintaining personal hygiene (yes theirs but also mine). I don't know how I even did it for as long as I did. It was like I was in robot mode with little time for introspection, I had too much to do.

My son is a senior and will be leaving home soon. My oldest son left a couple of years ago. When he did, I spent almost a week in full melt-down mode. I warned everyone ahead of time, I could feel it coming. Please stay away. I am not going to be normal or okay. Landon was my reason for continuing to exist. He was my reason for anything adult-like or responsible I had ever done. He moved out and I went full psycho mode. I warned my youngest kids to stay away for a few days. It was for the best.

Then, he moved back in after a couple of months. By the time he came back, I was already used to him being gone. It felt different. I thought, 'I just got used to you not being here'. He stayed a couple of months and then left for good. He is married now. Yesterday I realized his girlfriend now shares his last name, and is now his wife. It has been 4 months. One might think the realization should have dawned on me before now. I don't always do things in the proper order.

My 'babies' are grown and stretching their wings. When my son moved out the second time, I had no meltdowns. I am getting better, but I am terrified of losing my last two babies. I have to find something that is for me, and gives me reason to look forward to my empty nest. I would love to be able to help my kids pack and be excited for their futures as well as my own.

If I am being honest, it seems that coddling my kids made me feel important. If they needed me to cook, clean, help with homework, and be on call for medical questions, I would remain relevant (or so I thought). Now that much of the hard work of raising my kids is over, I have tried to "find myself" again. Rediscover my likes, my dislikes, and try to figure out what would actually be good for ME. I forgot about my own needs for so long, couldn't even remember what I liked. It is a process that has been frightening, painful, exciting, and fun.

As the time for Jack to leave home looms over my head and the calendar days fly past, my excitement and dread grow exponentially together. I don't like the dread at all. Fear of lack of purpose, death on the horizon, loneliness, and an overall lack of a solid plan for the future are all hanging like a black cloud over me.

I had to start preparing. There are no other realistic options. I know they will not flourish as adults if I "over-help" them and try to keep them with me forever. If I keep doing things for them, things that they should be doing for themselves, I am robbing them of their independence. I am not allowing them to grow up because I want them to stay my 'babies' forever, and I want to stay relevant in their lives. It is actually very selfish. I don't like this part of my personality/ mind. This is not helpful, and the probable outcome (needy adults who can not do anything for themselves) does not look like a future I want for my kids.

So, I have decided that I am going to be a 'lazy' mom (my mom guilt makes me refer to it as such). I have to let them cook, clean, wash their clothes until they no longer need me. They aren't going to love it at first, and I will be tempted to cave in, but I must get them ready for a future in which they are strong, well adjusted, and at least somewhat disciplined. I have to teach more, and do less chores. That doesn't sound too bad really. I should have started this years ago.

#Preparing myself as the nest becomes more empty #Mom guilt #almost empty nest syndrome #coddling my grown kids #lazy mom guilt

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shirozora-draws · 3 years

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And now for something completely different - some non-Mando content. Goofing around in the dinluke server and, well, never drew Obi-Wan before.

*scurries away*

#shirozora draws #star wars #obi wan kenobi #I love dedicating more time to this shit than my actual factual homework due tomorrow #priorities? what's that??#responsibilities?? whAT'S THAT??????#obi wan is so over it ani get your goddamn shit together #anyway almost everything I still remember about the PT came from RLM #because I swear to god I saw TPM and AOTC only TWICE #and never laid eyes on ROTS because I got too tired or bored to even start #and yet I think I'd enjoy it a lot more than TROS #I SURE AF KNOW I'D ENJOY IT MORE THAN WHATEVER THE FUCK TLJ WAS #this is an anti-TLJ art blog i'm sorry but not really #okay I better do my homework now like a Responsible Adult

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tommyspeakycap · 3 years

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hi! can you write some dad!andyrobertson please?! I love your writing so much!! <333 something about him with a daughter please 💕 DILF DILF DILF !

oh he's 100% a dilf - and here you go!

a fathers woe

andy struggles with the prospect of his baby growing up as the little girl asks if she can get married

“Daddy?” Andy heard his daughters sweet little voice, “Can i ask you a question.” Andy knows immediately there is another question set to follow, but he cannot help himself from the typical dad response that falls out his lips before he can stop it. “You just did, love.”

You snigger, shaking your head as you dip the little nail painting brush back into the pot before returning it to your daughters foot to finish painting the last of her toes bright pink per her request. “That’s not funny, daddy.” She scolds, frowning. Andy swallows his laughs, nodding his head and holding his hands up in apology. That seems enough for your daughter, who turns back to her sticker book as Andy and you share a look with silent laughter. “Don’t touch them for five minutes.” You instruct, closing the nail polish and kissing your daughters head.

“Course you can ask me a question, lovely. Go on?” Andy hums after giving you a kick kiss before you disappear upstairs. Andy back to grating cheese over his homemade pizza as he hears his daughter crunch her way through the apple slices in her bowl as she lays on her front on the large marble top of the kitchen island, head propped up by her elbows. “Why did you get married to mummy?” She asks sweetly, not looking up at him as she speaks. Mila continues to colour in her little liverpool colouring book, only occasionally stopping to stick on a coloured or sparkly sticker over Trent Alexander-Arnold’s head. Andy purses his lips, tilting his head slightly in thought as he pushes the two trays of pizza’s into the huge oven.

“Because we love each other very much.” Andy replies casually, shrugging as does. He isn’t exactly sure where the question has come from, but he’s sure he’ll be soon to find out considering she’s very young and doesn’t tend to beat around the bush at all. “Is that all?” She asks curiously. Andy mocks hurt with a quirked eyebrow and a scoff that his daughter doesn’t pick up on. With his back pressed against the kitchen counter and ankles crossed over each other, he observed his little girl with the same level of curiosity she had in her question.

“Well, yeah. People gets married for lots of different reason. Me and your mum wanted to be husband and wife, we love each other very much and there’s lots of…” Andy pauses, trying to think of a way to explain the legal benefits of marriage to Mila without completely confusing her young mind. “Homework.” He concludes, somewhat triumphantly proud of his quick thinking. “Adults have lots of homework to do to buy houses and stuff like that. Sometimes that’s easier too when you’re married.” He tries to explain, watching her nod along. Her reception school homework is nothing difficult of course, but she doesn’t enjoy it and it’s difficult to her, so she grasps the concept generally. “But you should never marry anyone just to make your homework easier.” He adds sternly. “You should only marry someone you love.”

“Okay.” She nods, little eyebrows still furrowed. “So does that mean i can marry-”

“No.” Andy interrupts firmly, standing up straight with an immediate frown set into his features. Mila protests with a pout, “But daddy you didn’t let me finish!”

“Still no.” He retorts, offering her a tight lipped smile. “That’s rude, daddy.” Mila chides, sitting up to cross her legs in a basket and frown at her dad in the very same way he’s frowning at her. “Boys are rude.” Andy quips, “That’s why you should never marry one.”

“Mummy married you?” She challenges, cocking one eyebrow and crossing her little arms.

“That’s different.” Andy brushes off, turning away from his daughter to busy himself with sweeping the grated cheese off the counter with one hand into his other hand to flick it into the bin. “How?” Mila protests, making him roll his eyes with his back to her. She is just like you; persistent, usually right and a true powerhouse. She doesn’t give up easily and she almost never backs down. She’s you with the very best of his flaws sprinkled through. And his volume. She is just as loud as he is, much to your dismay.

“Because me and your mum love each other.” Andy says. “Well i love-”

“No you don’t.”

“Daddy you didn’t let me finish! How do you know?” She argues, clearly getting frustrated a little at her usually very easygoing dad. “Because you’re too young.” He responds, seemingly simply.

“You’re not being very kind, daddy.” She grumbles, evidently irritated. “I’m telling mummy.” She slides to the edge of the island countertop, clambering down onto the her little stool before leaping gracelessly down and running off yelling out for you.

Andy sighs to himself, dropping his head into his hands as he slumps down at the island on one of the comfortable stools. He can hear her voice and yours, but not what either of you are saying until it goes quiet and you both appear again the doorway. The little girl year old holds onto your hand tightly.

“What do we say when we haven’t been very kind, Andy?” You prompt, eyebrows raised and an ever so slightly teasing glint in your eyes that’s barely suppressed on the lips that fight a smirk. “I’m sorry, Mila.” Andy apologises, standing off his seat to crouch down on one knee. “Could i give you a hug to say how sorry i am for not listening to you properly and not answering your questions nicely?”

The little girl nods, letting go of your hands to shuffle over to her dad, allowing him to engulf her little body against his large one, almost completely shrouding her from your view. After a moment, he lifts her up and places her back on the kitchen island where she was sitting.

“Daddy was upset because you’re my little girl and you growing up is scary for me to think about.” He admits, swallowing thickly. You and Andy have been practicing a very honest manor of parenting. You sometimes feel let down by the childhood you had and you want to give her better, making sure she has emotional stability and the opportunity to know she can share her feelings whenever. Mistakes will happen, it’s how we respond to them that is important. You want her to be healthy physically and emotionally. It’s one of the most important parts of being a parent, in your opinion.

“It’s okay.” Mila replies sweetly, pressing a little kiss to his cheek. “I don’t want to marry any boys anyway. Mummy reminded me how gross they are. You’re the only boy i love daddy.” She shrugs, smiling like the little angel she truly is. “Good. Now come here.” Andy pulls her back into his arms, turning to you to give you a wide eyed look and a mouthed “thank you!”

She wriggles from his arms after he attempted to press kisses all over her and runs off giggling to hide from him elsewhere in the house and probably look for her soft football; the only one that’s allowed indoors after you smashed a lamp with one of Andy’s footballs and both you and Mila agreed to tell him it was the dog who broke said lamp with the football.

“You’re a lifesaver.” Andy groans as he walks towards you, wrapping his arms right around you and he pressing his lips onto yours firmly. “Mhm, i think i bought you a few more months.” You giggle, your nose bumping against his as he laughs along with you. He groans again, burying his head in your shoulder as your hand gently scratches the nape of his neck comfortingly. “Wanna make another?” He mumbles, pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder through your hoodie.

“Cheeky bastard,” you jab your thumb into his ribcage slightly, words spoken between gentle laughter as you shake your head. “Seriously though?” He retorts, pulling back a bit to rest both his hands on your waist. He rests his forehead against yours, closing his eyes as he takes in your proximity and natural scent contently. “Let’s make another. We could try for a boy?”

“It doesn’t really work like that.” You giggle, eyes crinkling with your smile. Andy rolls his eyes playfully. “So?” He shrugs, pecking his lips against yours again, “You in?”

You shake your head, pressing your lips against him only broken by your smile. “Course i’m in and oi!” You swat at his wandering hand, dipping beneath the waistband of your leggings, “Not right this second you filthy man!”

Andy throws his head back with a loud, playful groan that’s broken up by his laughter when he heads you giggling before you press a gentle kiss to his exposed neck. “I love you.” You smile, watching his eyes sparkle as he turns his face back to you. “Yeah yeah yeah, i love you too.”

“Rude, daddy!” Mila chimes as she appears in the kitchen again, only having heard the end of he conversation.

“Sorry,” the scolded man retorts, immediately knowing the correction his daughter wants him to make to his prior words to you; “I love you more.”

Mila nods, smiling up at you clearly proud of her intervention for her very adored mother in the name of girl power, bumping her little fist against yours before she turns back to her dad, who wouldn’t change anything about this moment for the world, to give him a very tight lipped response.

“Much better daddy. Don’t let it happen again.”

#andy robertson #andy robertson x reader #andy robertson imagine #andy robertson imagines #footie fics #football fics #footballers fics #football imagines #footballer imagines

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h2bakugou · 3 years

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Hi! Can I please request some headcanons for Izuku, Katsuki, Shouto, and Denki with an s/o who doesn’t like getting into arguments and will always try to avoid getting into one with their boyfriends either by compromising and/or just throwing in the towel and just admitting that whatever their boyfriend said is right and it’s because they didn’t have a great home life growing up and want to avoid becoming like their parents and the boys finding out and their reaction to that? Thanks!

a/n: hiya!! of course hun! i did a similar argument hc a while ago, but this one is vastly different in a few ways!! thank you for the request love!!

headcanon: them reacting to their s/o’s refusal to argue with them

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: fluff, swearing, some angst, one mention of sky high, endeavor is trying™

;cut for length;

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izuku midoriya

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Surprisingly enough, there are a good number of times you’ve had an argument arise with Deku.

Not the ones where you playfully tease him about not sitting with you on the long trips you took as a class to places.

But the ones where you’d find him training for hours on end with no text or call to let you know that he’d be running late for a date, or a study session.

The ones where he’s so caught up in everything else that he doesn’t really make time to focus on your relationship.

Which wouldn’t be that big of a deal, had he just told you upfront that he was busy. But with the promise of always finding a way to make time for you, you were beginning to feel like maybe there was someone else, or maybe he didn’t really like you, like you thought he did.

But even when you were upset or angry, and Deku cornered you to talk about it, you’d shut him out and tell him it was fine, and that it really wasn’t his fault. It was yours for being so devoted to a relationship during such a serious time.

But Deku knew it was more than that.

Every time you seemed upset, or angry, or frustrated by something that seemed like something he’d done or may have had a part in, you always shut him down, telling him you’d get over it like an adult, and handle it.

“You don’t have to handle everything by yourself, let’s just talk about it, why are you feeling like this? You can talk to me, you know I’ll listen.” Deku’s comforting arms wrapped around you, preventing you from leaving this time around.

He’d spent maybe a few too many hours trying to learn some new moves and forgot that he was supposed to text you after the first hour to check up on you and your studies.

And when he finally came back after a shower, he realized you’d sent him a few texts asking if he was okay and if he was going to be done training soon.

“It’s fine, Izu’. I have some work I have to finish-”

“It’s not fine. I upset you, I’m sorry. But please talk to me. Why are you always trying to dismiss what actually happened?” Deku tried to capture gaze, only to find your lashes sprinkled with tears as you gave a shaky breath.

“I just don’t want us to end up like my parents. All they did was fight and argue.” You’d never really told anyone about that. Let alone anyone you’d been in a relationship with.

In that moment, all Izuku could do was hold you closer, laying his head in the crook of your neck.

“I’m sorry. I should take your feelings into account when I make promises to you. I apologize for not keeping those promises.” Deku pulled back and looked into your eyes.

“And please don’t be afraid to talk to me. I know that’s scary to think about, but if I make you upset, just talk to me, we don’t have to scream or fight, we can have a civilized conversation together about something, and if you feel like we can’t, we can always have our friends help if you’re comfortable with that.” Izuku smiled softly, swiping his thumbs over your cheeks to wipe your tears away.

You pushed a small smile onto your lips, resting your face back on his chest as he held you close.

“I’m sorry too.” You apologized.

“Don’t be, it’s okay. Why don’t we watch a funny movie and relax? I can make us some popcorn!” Izuku was ready with some cheesy hero movie on hand, probably one about some superhero high school with a magical flying bus and a protagonist whose parents were the top heroes, a plot you’d begun to see more and more often these days with the progression of hero society.

“Sounds like a plan.” You giggled.

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katsuki bakugou

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Bakugou argues with you because you won’t argue with him-

On a serious note, most of your ‘arguments’ start because he feels like you don’t trust him enough to talk to him about your feelings.

If you are upset with him for something, or if you feel an argument coming on, you’ll dismiss yourself, your feelings, say he’s right, and just back down.

And we all know Bakugou will not go down without a fight example a, the sports festival.

He gets defensive, if not a little more agitated when you don’t tell him what’s going on. Not that he’s entitled to know how you’re feeling constantly, but because if he’s going to be in a relationship, he wants communication between the two of you.

If there’s something you can’t communicate to each other, then it doesn’t need to happen or there’s a problem somewhere.

Which is why when you say that it’s nothing, or that you aren’t upset when he knows that that’s utter fucking bullshit, he gets angry.

He won’t take his anger out on you, he’s not that kind of asshole.

Even though he hates the assholes, he sometimes drops little clues to Kirishima or Sero.

But overall, he just wants to talk it out with you. He wants to understand what’s going on, why you’re feeling the way you are, what-if there’s anything-he can do differently to help you feel better or to prevent this feeling from happening again.

It all crumbles apart when Bakugou said he’d help you with some math homework that you’d be struggling on.

Only for him to be four hours late because he was sitting in detention for sparking a fight with some shit-talking smartass from a support class.

That night you had struggled to answer the problems on your homework, only to bomb the pop quiz on the same subject the next day. It was a mess, and you were upset.

Your grades of course were not Bakugou’s responsibility, but his responsibility was to at least give you a heads-up that the study session would’ve been moved, or cancelled.

Instead you stayed up way to late trying to understand problems that weren’t making any sense, and now your grade was sitting in a hole.

So you were upset.

But when Bakugou questioned why you were so quiet around him, you just shrugged your shoulders.

“What gives? You not talkin’ to me or something?” Bakugou wasn’t exactly sure why you were mad at him until you packed up your things at the common room table, your low grade on the pop quiz and homework proving why you were in a bad mood.

And then Bakugou realized that was the homework he said he’d help you with.

“Shit, that was due Tuesday wasn’t it.” Bakugou grumbled.

“Yeah.” You mumbled.

“Hey what’s wrong with you? Did I do somethin’? Why you fuckin’ ignoring me and shit?” Bakugou’s fowl language was something you were used to. He wasn’t angry, he was confused, though his vocabulary could’ve fooled you.

“It’s nothing, you didn’t do anything, I’ve got to study to get this grade up, I’ll see you tomorrow.” You pushed on without another word, trying to escape back to your dorm.

At the mention of the word study, Bakugou then remembered the promised study session.

“Hey wait! I was supposed to help you do that shit, let’s go work on-”

“It’s fine, I got it. Go do whatever you want.” You didn’t look at him.

“No, now cut the bullshit let’s go study.” Bakugou tugged you up toward his dorm.

Inside you stood holding your things, your emotions beginning to bubble over as you watched him look for his bag, a stray bandage over his cheek from the punch the kid had thrown at him. Just staring at it made you upset.

“Why did you do it?” You asked quietly, your voice wavering.

“What? Do what?” Bakugou responded.

“I just wanted you to help me and...you-” You stopped yourself, realizing it was selfish to think it was Bakugou’s job to help you exceed in class. Shaking your head you held your things tightly and turned to leave.

“I’m sorry, I’m not feeling well-”

“Bullshit, what the fuck is goin’ on with you? You’re upset, I know you are, what’s the problem?” Bakugou stopped you from leaving, almost forcing you to sit on his bed and explain why you were so distant.

“No- it’s not fair to you, I can’t do this, I can’t argue with you over something so stupid, I don’t want to end up like my fucking parents.” You were crying at this point, tears flooding from your eyes as you dropped your things, your books scattering across his bed as you fell into his arms.

“Are you talking about the fight? You have to communicate with me if you want me to help you. Can you at least tell me what you’re feeling?” Bakugou wanted to help, but with no information, there was little he could do.

“I was just so frustrated, because I was looking forward to studying, and then I found out you were in that stupid fight and I felt like I was all alone, like you’d deserted me and so I just tried to do it on my own and I messed up, and I felt like it was all your fault. I know it’s not. Had I just talked to you we could’ve studied and I would’ve done fine.” You broke down, sobbing into his warm embrace.

“I’m sorry. Just call me out on my bullshit, okay? It’s not right that you gotta’ be affected by my own stupid actions.” Bakugou tugged you back from him to place a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“Why don’t we try and do a few practice problems to help you better understand the material?” Bakugou offered, stroking his thumb over your cheeks to wipe your tears.

“Yeah, that sounds nice.”

After some silence of Bakugou helping you work through the problems, you thanked him silently with a long hug, just resting your head on his chest. He didn’t ask any questions about the comment you’d made, he knew it was probably a sensitive topic.

But he’d be there when you were ready to talk about it.

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shoto todoroki

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Todoroki doesn’t really like to argue, not like full on yelling and screaming at least.

If he’s having an argument, he’ll try his best to be civil about it, but sometimes he can get a little heated and possibly raise his voice.

He’s always been fairly outspoken, having to usually bide by someone else’s rules that he barely thinks for himself, but as of late, he’s doing himself a favor and being his own person, living by his own rules, and sometimes that means bucking up against others when they’re incorrect.

But when it comes to you, he can’t really see himself arguing with you, at least over little things.

However, he des find it rather upsetting that you didn’t mention you’d ran into his dad a couple days ago.

You’d just been out shopping and happened to bump into the pro and you said your hello’s, conversed for a few second about school before both continuing on with your day.

You didn’t think it was all that important, and for the most part you’d kind of forgotten about the entire incident.

You’d met Shoto’s father a few times before, which is why he recognized you as his son’s significant other.

So when Enji just so happened to mention the little meeting at a ‘family lunch’ on the weekend, Shoto was a bit surprised, and a bit concerned about the run-in.

Considering the first time Shoto introduced you to his father as his significant other, Enji was a bit opposed to the idea of his son having a relationship, but eventually he grew fond of you, thinking that it might be a good idea for his son to have something normal like a relationship, and go on dates, and live like a teenager.

Worried that he might’ve said something rude, Shoto brought it up in his room after eating lunch.

“Why didn’t you mention running into my father?” Shoto asked bluntly as he sat on his bed, watching as you straightened out your sweater.

“I didn’t really remember it when I came back to the dorms, it was quick, just said hi and talked about school for a few seconds before we went our separate ways.”

“If it happens again just tell me, I don’t know what he’s thinking, just because he says he’s okay with us together doesn’t mean that’s what he really wants.” Shoto was almost dismissive of the fact that his father had actually just seen his son’s s/o in public, stopped to say hi and then get back to his busy day.

“It wasn’t anything like that, he seemed fine. He was busy, if he was upset it was probably just because he’d had a long day.” You lowered your voice, bowing your head before speaking again.

“I should’ve told you, I’m sorry. Please don’t be mad at me.” You were on the offense now, leaving your old statement in the past.

“What? Be mad at you? I’m not mad, I’m just concerned.” Shoto stood up and walked over to you, quickly noticing how emotional you’d become.

“Hey did I say something wrong? Please don’t dry, what’s going on, talk to me.” Shoto lifted your chin only to see your eyelashes coated in tears.

“I’m sorry! You’re right I should’ve told you-”

“Hey, hey, shhh.” Shoto hugged you, his warm arms wrapping around you as he held you close.

“You don’t have to side with me, if he was nice I believe you. Are you alright?” He asked pulling away to wipe the tears from your cheeks.

“I just-I didn’t want us to argue or fight like my parents and I just didn’t want you to be mad-”

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m not mad, and we don’t have to argue, we’re just talking, we’re not arguing, okay? It’s okay.” Shoto comforted you, allowing his hands to rub your back.

“I’m sorry.” You cried softly as he led you back to his bed to sit.

“Don’t apologize, it’s okay to feel differently than me, it doesn’t mean I’m mad or upset at you. I’m here to listen when you need me to, please don’t feel afraid to talk to me.”

Lifting your head to look at Sho, you pushed a small smile onto your lips.

“Your hand is cold.” You nudged his right arm, his hand touching your skin under the hem of your shirt as he held you close to him.

“Sorry.” He smiled, wiggling his fingers to tickle you.

“Hey! They’re cold!” You laughed through your tears, trying to get away from his icy fingers.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” You pressed a small kiss to the back of his right hand, his cool skin resting against your lips.

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denki kaminari

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Kaminari doesn’t argue- at least not with you.

He’ll accuse Kirishima of cheating on some first-person shooter game, or yell curses at Sero for blue-shelling him in Mario Kart.

But he’s never really argued with you about anything.

That doesn’t mean you’ve never had opposing views. Most of the time, Kaminari just listens and tried to understand how you feel.

But more recently, as you progress through school, he’s been doing weird things.

Training longer, forgetting to text you-and he always texts you.

It hurts your heart when you see him smiling and goofing around with Kirishima when today was your movie-night.

You’re not angry at him, you don’t own him for the day, he’s allowed to do other things, but you feel upset. You feel like he doesn’t care about your feelings.

So you head up to your room early, not even bothering to say goodbye to him.

Only about thirty minutes go by when he’s knocking on your door asking for you, asking if you’re feeling okay and why you went back to your room so early.

“I’m fine.” You lie, your expression was more than telling of that factor. You had a pout on your lips, your brows weren’t up and happy, and your eyes didn’t sparkle at the sight of your handsome boyfriend.

“You’re not! What’s goin’ on shawty?” Kaminari always uses humor to make you feel better, that’s just what he’s good at. He can be serious too, but he likes putting a smile on your face before he gets all serious.

“It’s nothing, you were having fun with Kirishima, I don’t want to interrupt.” And without meaning to, you’ve spilled exactly why you were feeling so upset.

Kaminari stares at you with his wide golden eyes, shaking his head as he practically tackles you through your dorm-room door frame into a hug.

Wrapping his arms around you he hugs you close and smiles.

“I didn’t ignore you! Kirishima just talks a lot.” Kaminari is quick to assume you were slightly jealous.

“I-I, no no you’re fine! Go have fun!”

“No. I’m staying with you.” Kaminari’s voice is a bit rougher this time, forcing the fact that he was going to spend time with you now.

After speaking he realized you’re crying. He quickly starts panicking, wondering if his stern ‘Bakugou’ voice scared you.

“Hey, hey! Why are you crying? What’s wrong?” He’s rubbing your arms and trying to wipe your tears away as they flow from your eyes.

“I didn’t want us to argue-I was just feeling weird and left-out and I-I’m sorry for being so jealous over something so little and stupid, please don’t be mad at me, I don’t want to fight and bicker like my parents do.” You don’t realize Kaminari’s expression softening at the mention of your fear, becoming like your parents.

“I’d never yell or argue with you over something like that. It’s okay to feel jealous or hurt, just talk to me about it okay? I can’t help you if I don’t know how to. We can converse like this about things, it doesn’t have to escalate.” Kaminari is soothing surprisingly. His touch is gentle even though it wanders.

Holding your hands is a nice feeling, and he enjoys holding them. Rubbing his thumb over your knuckles relaxes you as you lean in to rest your head on his chest.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. I love you.” Kaminari kisses the top of your head and hugs you tightly.

“How about you pick out the movie this time! If it’s scary, you get the pleasure of cuddling into me!” Kaminari wiggles his brows.

“You were the one terrified to turn the lights off last time.” You giggle, lifting your head to wipe your eyes.

“I don’t remember that at all.” Kaminari teases, walking over to your bed to get comfy while you looked for a movie to watch.

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quillsanddaydreams · 3 years

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i don't like you

james potter x reader

—author's note: This was a story from my main that I adored so I thought why not rewrite it? The plot is the same, my ability to tell a story however, has changed. James and you do not like each other. Not even a bit. I hope you enjoy ;) Please do leave a comment, it makes my day.

—warning(s): couple of harmless pranks, slytherin! gender neutral!reader (pronouns aren't used).

—word count: 3,431

Groaning, you got up and squinted to make out the details of your dorm. Shouts and rushing made your head thump. You slowly realized a god-awful smell was filling up your room, quicker than you could think. Squeezing your nose shut, you rushed out. Other Slytherins were alongside you, you could hear coughing all around. Your eyes pricked with tears, your throat felt raw. Seeing a very familiar messy dark-haired boy run away jeering; you sensed rage gripping your form like a vice.

Third time. It was the third time the same week that Potter and the elder Black brother had pranked you all. Except it wasn’t funny anymore. That was what pranks were supposed to be right? Something that made everyone laugh along? Looking towards Elodie who was clenching her eyes shut at the sensation, you made a plan in your mind. You knew it was crazy. But when did that ever stop you? James had never conversed with you. Nor you, him. Yet it was clear that he did not like Slytherins. Not one bit.

-♡♡♡-

James yawned, stretching his limbs for a new day. Scrunching his nose, he felt a flowery scent attack him. Maybe it was just Sirius with one of his experiments. Shrugging, he got up and into the shower. That day he had transfiguration, charms, and astronomy. Thankfully nothing with the snakes, they might still be sour about the prank they pulled yesterday. Getting out of the washroom, he hummed to himself as he passed Peter who was still fast asleep. Remus was asleep and Sirius was furiously scribbling on his homework. Always finishing at the last moment.

He didn’t realize the uniform he was putting on until he looked at himself in the mirror. And boy oh boy did he panic. Eyes widening almost comically, he rummaged through his wardrobe, everything a dark green color with silver accents. A note fell at his feet.

“Dearest Marauders,

Take this beautiful gift of green robes from me. I know not all of you deserved this, but then again, I didn't feel like any of you should be left behind. I know how much you love us, Slytherins. Why not showcase it?

With love,

(Y/n) (Y/l/n)”

“Sirius! Remus!” he called out. “Wormtail!”

Sirius didn’t even look up from his parchment, Remus let out a grunt in response. The only answer he got was a faint ‘what’ from the shared bathroom.

“Mates listen to this,” James said firmly, reading the letter out loud. That got their attention. “Our robes are all green. Vivid Slytherin green!”

Remus got up suddenly, with wide eyes rushing to check his almirah. He groaned loudly on finding them in the same predicament James foretold grass-like and smelling heavily of flowers. Sirius however, started crackling.

“What?” James bellowed, his nostrils flaring.

“Well, the sarcasm in that letter is…” He snorted, stopping himself seeing James’s frown. James shook his head as Remus glared at them both.

“This has a strong one-week dye,” he said, punctuating each word, infuriated. “There’s no way it can be removed before the expected time. Why should I suffer for all the things you two do?”

“And I am not suffering?” James quipped back as Remus just shook his head, huffing, and went back to his bed. James looked at Sirius who didn’t look worried at all.

“What? Aren’t you bothered at all?” James asked.

“I look great in everything,” he replied shrugging, making James want to punch him.

He dressed up quickly after, dashing out of the dorm towards the great hall. Ignoring the looks of the students from around and the snickers he looked for you amidst the Slytherin table. It was infuriating, how casually you ate your breakfast, almost oblivious. Stalking towards your place, he cleared his throat grabbing your attention. Your eyes sparkled amusedly, taking in his appearance.

“Why the hell did you do this?” he demanded.

“Now, that’s not a way to talk about the gift I gave you,” you said, batting your eyelashes as he scowled at you. You muttered a spell under your breath, waving your wand slightly before continuing. “I worked hard, you know?”

“You Slytherins are the best thing to walk on this planet!” he shouted before he could stop himself. His eyes grew large. Everyone’s attention now seemed to be on your table.

“Thank you, I know,” you smirked, challenging him. He narrowed his eyes on you.

“You put a speaking charm on me didn’t you?” he hissed as you put on an innocently sweet expression.

“Well, I thought you needed some help with words,” you prompted, getting better reactions than you hoped for. James growled, jumping up and down in annoyance. You tried not to laugh. Did. But the corners of your mouth turned up anyways. He looked like an idiot. The giggle you let out grabbed his attention, his cheeks turning a rosy red.

“I don’t like you,” he said in a rather squeaky voice.

“I don’t like you,” you retaliated. James hated himself for thinking the laugh you let out looking adorable. Anger, which was more of a frustration gawned on his skin. He knew exactly what he was going to do next. Giving you a sickly sweet smile, he enjoyed the slight shiver that went through your arm. Let the prank war begin.

-♡♡♡-

You rushed out of the bathroom, vexed. It had been a long exhausting day and this was the last thing you needed. Your skin was tinted green. Bright neon green. Elodie stared at you in stupor.

“What happened?” she asked and you couldn’t help the raucous whine that escaped your lips.

“I don’t know, okay? I was in the shower and after using soap, my skin turned freaking green,” you hissed as Elodie tried to calm you. You handed her a small piece of paper. “Oh and look what I found beside the shampoo bottle.”

Dear (Y/n),

A gift from me, to showcase your pride in your house. You could thank me later.

James.

P.S. This gift in no way means I’ve started liking you. I don’t.

“James. James did this; that bastard!” you said, nostrils flaring as Elodie rubbed your back.

“Well, it’s just hands and legs…”

“I'm gonna get back at him. Just watch me.”

Your jaw clenched. You knew just what you were gonna do. James started a fight with the wrong person. And you didn’t like him. At all.

-♡♡♡-

You were reading your book when you saw James pacing towards you, from the corner of your eye. Trying to keep a straight face, you fixed your gaze on the book in your hand. Yet you couldn’t help the twitch your mouth gave as he stood right in front of you, folding his arms.

“Wow,” he breathed through clenched teeth. You looked up.

“Real mature of you,” he said in a baby’s voice. It sounded like he pronounced everything through his nose. You made an effort not to start crackling right then.

“Well, one of us had to be, right?”

“Yeah. And giving me the baby voice makes you the adult.”

“I’d think so, yes.” You said brushing his hair. They were surprisingly soft. James glared at you.

“I don’t like you.” He squeaked as you raised an eyebrow.

“I thought we already established that. I don’t like you either boy,” You said, letting out a laugh.

-♡♡♡-

Adjusting your cap, you pulled your books closer to you. It was like everyone was staring at you. Specifically how stupid you looked. A whistle caught your attention. James, it had to be. When you turned towards the sound, you were sadly proved right.

“I like your cap,” he commented, clicking his tongue.

“Geez. Thank you. Just bought it,” you said, threateningly. Take one step James, I dare you; you thought. He didn’t get the message.

“I wonder how it would look on me,” he said, taking a step towards you. You hissed.

“Sorry, not gonna let you borrow it,” you tried to say in a normal tone, but it came out quite high pitched. James dared to grin.

“What if I just…” he said, coming closer as you took a step back, glowering at him in a warning. Not that he took it. He snatched the cap from your head as the long white hair fell. They reached your feet.

“James, give it back,” you warned and he put it on his head.

“Nope,” he said, his eyes full of mischief. You hesitated at his expression, he looked as candid as a child. Maybe you never noticed it, his hair fell round in pretty curls, framing his face. James winked, making you break out of your reverie.

“I think,” he said thoughtfully. “I think I’m going to keep this cap with me, I quite like it. If you want it back, you’re gonna have to take it from me.”

James took a step back as your eyes dilated. He turned around and started sprinting in that direction.

“James!” you shouted, chasing him.

People around you bolted aside, gasping at the scene. A ghostly white-haired student chasing after James as he chortled. It had been going for quite some time and everyone wondered who would win. Few in the favour of James, who had been pranking ever since he set foot in Hogwarts; a few for you since you were a Slytherin and Slytherins never lose. Others just shook their heads, wishing they would get it over with already the cat and mouse game was becoming rather tiring. No one however had the courage to raise their opinions out loud, lest they got involved in the prank war.

-♡♡♡-

“James," you said calmly, though the atmosphere made you anything but. Thick hot fumes rose from all around you making beads of sweat form on your forehead. "James, this doesn’t go in. We have to stir it first.”

“Why don’t you do it then? Little miss know-it-all” he snided. You looked at him fiercely. Slughorn had paired the two of you together for the next project and it couldn’t be more of a disaster. Only if he could just listen.

“I would if you let me,” you pointed out, finally taking over the shared pot. James watched you take a few breaths before starting to work on the potion. Muttering for ingredients from him now and then, you stirred the concoction. Soon, it started to show the exact signs given in their books.

James couldn't help but stare at you as you worked, humming to yourself all the while. You seemed cute like that, bending over the book, occasionally muttering to yourself. His face heated up when you caught his gaze. Luckily he could blame it on the heat.

“Could you cut some beetroots for me?” you asked, ignoring the way he flushed. James nodded, chopping them to the required amount. The two of you finished up fairly swiftly after that.

"So," you started after Slughorn left. He had commented on your work and applauded you both. Happiness was evident from the smiles on your faces. "Library at 4?"

James grinned, giving you a thumbs up. He packed up his stuff before turning to leave. You couldn't help but stare at his retreating figure, thinking, maybe he wasn't so bad after all. Shrugging, you shook away the thought and went your own way. There were things you had to get done that day.

-♡♡♡-

As time passed, the thought started becoming more predominant. He wasn't so bad, your mind reminded you time and time again. The more you started to know James, the more you believed in it. Constant teasing and bickering wasn’t something that became unheard of between the two of you. But it was more lighthearted now… almost as if you were friends crackling over a shared joke. James had somehow caught your eye again, in a completely different way.

It seemed you were noticing new things about him, like how he didn’t look at you with hatred. Come to think of it, was it even ever ‘hate’? Yet there was something soft about the way he gazed at you now, gentle even— you couldn’t put your finger on it. You had come to enjoy his goofy personality, the smile he gave when his eyes were light with mischief. Knowing where these musings led, you had tried your best to beat them down. What was it that you did not try? Remembering every single detail that made you despise him once, all those times your blood boiled at the prank he pulled but nothing— nothing ever worked and your heart still fluttered every time he complimented you.

Was it that bad an idea though? Liking James?

You shivered, pulling your sweater closer to you. Walking had failed to heat your body the way it always did and you reckoned that your deliberation also had something to do with that. It wasn’t about you liking him, your mind prompted, it was about whether he could feel the same way. And if you knew something, you knew that you couldn’t take the answer to be no. The skip in your step halted, and you couldn’t help the sigh that escaped your lips.

Path to the library couldn’t have been more daunting. That was until you saw James and Lily around the corner. Talking, laughing, and standing too close to be called friends. Evans, the one girl James was head over heels for, the one girl you never paid attention to much.

It was like the final shoe dropping. James and you didn’t like each other. People knew that you did as well. It was time you believed it too. Your stomach twisted up at the sight, your mood souring. You turned, walking away.

“Oi!” James called out to you, apologizing to the students he bumped into. You brisked forward, hoping to make it to your dorm. It didn’t work, James ran to catch up with you. Damn his long legs.

“Stop fucking running,” he huffed on reaching you. “Where are you going? We have a study session. You haven’t changed your mind, have you?”

You gritted your teeth.

“I was heading to the library but you and Evans seemed quite busy, so I thought against it,” you said, albeit aggressively. Jealousy was never a good color.

“We were just talking for a moment,” James explained. “I want us to complete the project first though.”

He looked at you, confused. It was hard controlling your anger right then. You couldn’t help the dry laugh that escaped your lips.

“Of course,” you said in a temper. “The faster we finish up the project, the faster you can get rid of me, right? Because you don’t like me.”

James’ smile dropped. Sadness gave way to rage. Of course, you still thought that even after all the time he spent with you.

“Yeah. I don’t like you,” he hissed, gritting his teeth. “So let’s complete the project, shall we? To get rid of each other?”

You looked away. It was the last thing you wanted to hear. You yearned for him to tell you otherwise, to apologize for his words, and to reassure you that it wasn’t so. That you two were something. Friends, companions, anything but this. Yet the bigger part of you told you that he was right. And you were nothing to him.

“Yeah, sure.”

-♡♡♡-

The following study session was tense. You two never worked quietly. Jokes, laughs, and incessant chatter filled the air when you were together. James had regretted his words as soon as they came out of his mouth. He watched your expression fall and a wall build up around you. Your eyes hadn’t met his since. It ate him up. Somehow he didn’t know how to break the bubble he created.

He hated seeing you close off to him.

You heaved a sigh checking the last lines you’d written and then looked at the clock. It had been two hours.

“I think we should stop. There are just two pages left, we can do them tomorrow and you’ll be free,” you said, packing up your things. James opened and closed his mouth as you picked up your bag.

“Hey, wait!” he said as you turned towards him.

“I didn’t mean to, “ James started, but you cut him off.

“James, it’s alright,” you said, taking a deep breath blinking away the tears that emerged. “I understand. You don’t like me, I don’t like you and we’re stuck together for some time. You don’t have to apologize for that.”

James sucked in a breath. That wasn’t right. At all.

“But—“

“There you are! I’ve been looking all over for you,” a voice came and you shifted to see Elodie. You looked over at James, whose eyes pleaded you to stop. But you couldn’t.

You left the library, walking towards your friend leaving behind the boy who stood transfixed at his spot. Why did he feel like he was losing everything? He grudgingly moved his feet towards the common room, your thoughts plaguing his mind. James heard a shout behind him, twisting to see Lily jog up to him.

“James, I was wondering,” she began biting her lip. “Maybe we could sneak out for some butterbeers today? It’s freezing and the snow looks heavenly.”

James found himself shaking his head. His mood was far too spoiled for anything.

“Not today, Lily,” he answered. “I’m tired.”

“Oh, I meant it as a date, you know?” Lily added hopefully. James considered her for a moment. It was everything he had wished for years. Yet he couldn’t feel the happiness that should have come with it. He wanted, no— he needed someone else, someone who made him far giddier. He needed you.

It was like a bolt striking him. He had never been so sure of anything else. Unable to keep the grin off his face, he spoke his next words in a rush.

“Lily, I’m sorry but I can’t,” he shouted, sprinting towards the dungeons. Running through the rather empty corridors he saw the snow which coated the grounds. His breath came out in puffs as he urged himself to move faster. He stopped when something caught his eye. You. Standing out in the snow, looking at the sky with a smile.

Moving towards you, he conjured up a snowball and threw it on your back. Your eyes widened in shock as you jumped, looking towards him.

“What now James?” you snapped.

He conjured up yet another ball and threw it at you. Your eyes grew larger and you glared at him.

“I wanted to say something,” he said as you conjured up a ball and threw it at him in response. He hissed at the icy sensation.

“Then say it.”

“I don’t want to get rid of you,” he said, throwing a snowball at you as your teeth clattered at the sensation. You threw a snowball in return, narrowing your eyes at him.

“Then stop acting as you do.”

He threw yet another ball at you.

“You make me act like that,” he stated. You threw a huge one in response.

“I make you act like an idiot?”

“Yes, you drive me crazy,” he said, throwing some snow at you as you grunted.

“Then why don’t you leave me alone?” you huffed as he threw yet another ball at you, making you cough and splutter.

“Because I can’t.”

“Why?” you asked, throwing a ball at him.

“Because I can’t leave the best thing that happened to me,” he said, making you stop. You stalked towards him and poked his chest with every word you spoke.

“I'm the best thing that happened to you? What is this? Some kind of sick prank? You don’t even like me,” you sobbed, frustrated and angry. That was how he made you feel. Everything all at once. James didn’t know how to answer you so he just took your hand away and cupped your cheek with his other one, leaning in to kiss you. Your eyes fell shut as feeling his lips against yours. You grabbed his shirt pulling him closer feeling his arms tighten around your hips, sucking his bottom lip. When you pulled away you both caught your breath.

“I promise those are the truest words I’ve ever said,” he whispered, his hair messier than usual. He cradled your face, pressing his lips against your forehead. You crossed your arms.

“I still don’t like you,” you said in faux anger. James let out a teary chuckle.

“I don’t like you either,” he replied, smiling.

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i decided to write some angsty fluff for you guys because i just really wanted to get this idea off my chest. i hope you all enjoy! ♡

He Missed Out

Pairings: Eren Jaeger x Fem!Reader

Warnings: some angst, swearing

"Still no response?"

(Y/N) sat there on Eren's bed staring at her phone. She was waiting for a reply from Jean, the guy she liked. He was lagging again on her for the 5th time and of course, she went to Eren to rant about it.

Eren and (Y/N) had been best friends since they were toddlers. Eren lived right next to her and their mothers were close, they bathed together, played at the playground, celebrated birthdays, went through the shitty four years of high school, and now they are going through the next four years of college.

The two watched each other grow up. They were no longer these children who played tag or rode bikes until the street light came on, but rather adults who had to prepare for their futures.

Eren's brunette hair was now long, it grew past his shoulders and could be tied in a neat man bun. (Y/N) grew into a woman practically overnight, her face showed her growth.

"I don't know why you're wasting your time, isn't this like the 5th time he's ghosted you?"

Eren stepped into the room with a bag of chips, he tossed it onto his bed so she could take it.

"He didn't ghost me! He's just not sure if he wants a relationship," she replied, grabbing the bag of chips off the side of the bed.

Eren rolled his teal eyes. "Yeah okay.. I've heard that one before. He ghosted you (Y/N), just like last time."

She leaned back against the headboard, she hated how Eren could be so pessimistic sometimes. He always looked at the bad in certain situations, it was clearly his toxic trait. He was too stubborn to admit it though.

She never understood his stubbornness, many people in high school questioned how she dealt with Eren and his crazy mood swings. He had a temper, causing him to get into fist fights and arguments with anyone in the student body that pissed him off. She always told those people that she could easily calm Eren down, somewhat like a comforter for him.

"He'll be back tomorrow," she said, opening the bag of chips and shoving a few in her mouth. Her tongue tasting the saltiness.

Eren didn't necessarily believe that. "Whatever you say.." he replied before plopping down next to her.

A sudden ping from her phone made her ears chirp. She grabbed it seeing Jean's name across the screen, a smile forming onto her lips.

Eren grabbed the phone from her. "Don't respond," he said, placing it next to him.

(Y/N) turned her head towards him. "Why not? Eren! Give me back my phone. It's rude to not respond," she said, trying to reach over and grab it.

His eyes narrowed, "What? (Y/N), you've got to be kidding me. He ignored you for a whole day, it's rude of him to not respond." he felt frustration going through him.

She pouted a bit, crossing her arms. "You never know Eren!"

Eren shoved her phone in his pocket. "Yeah okay.. you better provide the same energy. Don't reply to him and I swear if you do I will call your mom," he said and reached for the remote.

She rolled her eyes at Eren's actions. He didn't know why Jean wasn't responding, so why should he be mad?

"Fine, whatever you say." she said, looking at the tv screen.

The next day was another dreaded day of classes and homework. (Y/N) was swamped with assignments and so was Eren, he had so much to do he could barely keep count of the amount of essays and other work he had to do.

"We could study together!" Eren said, nodding his head at (Y/N) as they walked through the campus.

She was on her phone, not paying too much attention which bothered Eren.

"Hello?"

Eren grabbed her phone out of her hands.

"Eren! Give it back!" she yelled, trying to grab it from him.

He stared at the screen, seeing Jean's name displayed on the screen. Jealousy rang through Eren, it made his chest feel tight.

"Seriously?" he said. "I told you to give him a rest, (Y/N) he's literally a dick."

She rolled her eyes before taking her phone back. "Eren I get you're trying to be a good best friend, but really, I got this. He told me he was busy, relax." she replied, crossing her arms over her chest.

Eren was frustrated, why the hell does she keep going back to the guy? He's put her through so much bullshit and it bothered him to the point that he wanted to punch Jean in the face himself. He always bit his tongue on it, but it was like a thorn in his side whenever she talked or ranted about him. Can't she see what's in front of her?

"Yeah.. whatever.. look I gotta go anyway," Eren said before walking away and leaving her there.

She watched as he turned the corner, fading from her vision. Eren was stubborn but he usually got over things like this, what was the problem now?

Eren scoffed making his way to class, his mind was now clouded with negative thoughts. He wished (Y/N) would just listen to him! No matter how much he tried she wouldn't ever give his words a chance, it's like she didn't want to face the actuality that Jean was a lying asshole.

As Eren turned the corner he was faced with a sight that made his vision turn red.

There was Jean.

Leaning in against another girl.

His green eyes grew wide at the sight, what the fuck was he doing? His eye twitched at the sight, Jean was lying to her. It was blatantly obvious, and that explained why he would disappear for hours to days on end. (Y/N) was his second choice. He whipped out his phone, snapping a photo before heading off to class.

Two weeks went by and (Y/N) heard nothing from Eren.

No calls, no texts, nothing.

She tried approaching him at school but he ignored her, he avoided going in the same directions she did and whenever she tried texting him the messages were always opened.

She wasn't sure what she did but she needed her best friend right now. Jean stopped talking to her again, and she needed a listening ear. Eren was her usual go to but without him here, she didn't know what to do.

Here she stood outside Eren's apartment. Her heart thumped in her ears, she could feel it throughout her whole body.

She knocked on the door, waiting for a response.

The door opened, Eren's gaze met hers. She could faintly see his jaw tighten up and his face harden from the sight of her.

"Eren.. um, can we talk?"

He didn't say anything but move so she could enter his apartment. She could smell the faint scent of his body wash on his skin.

"Don't you have class?" he asked, plopping down on a chair.

She fidgeted with her fingers. "Um no.. I finished my classes early," she replied, looking at him nervously.

He nodded his head before sipping the water in his cup. "Mm.. I see"

She felt the awkwardness and tension through the air, something was up. She just didn't know exactly what.

"Jean stopped talking to me again.." she said, avoiding his eyes.

A chuckle escaped Eren's throat. "Huh.. doesn't surprise me but what can I say, you let it happen." he stood up, heading towards the sink.

What the hell? Eren has never said shit like this before to her.

"Okay seriously, what the fuck is your problem!? You ignore me for two weeks and now you're being a dick??" she scoffed.

Eren's head snapped towards her. "My problem? You want the honest truth, (Y/N)? You really wanna hear what the fuck is going on?!" he yelled, his voice sounding serious.

"Yes! It'd be good to know!" she replied, crossing her arms.

He laughed before leaning against the counter. "Jean doesn't fucking like you. Okay? I'm so fucking tired of how dense you are."

She narrowed her eyes at him. "What? Eren you don't understand how complicated it is!" she replied.

He laughed again before sliding his phone in front of her. "What's complicated about that huh?"

She picked up the phone, her eyes grew wide at the sight of Jean leaning against another girl. She felt hurt, angry, upset. Nothing could pinpoint how she felt.

"I-I'm.." she felt tears burning her eyes.

"It's so hard being your friend.." he mumbled, looking at her.

Her head shot up, "What?! Eren-"

"No let me fucking speak for once. It's so hard being best friends with you, these guys walk all over you! And guess what? I'm the one who has to fix you! Then what do you do (Y/N)? You go back and let them treat you like shit."

Tears rolled down her cheeks, a few sobs escaped her mouth.

"Eren-"

"I'm not finished, do I gotta remind you? Levi Ackerman during your freshman year? Porco Galliard your junior year? I was there for all of that. You kept going back to them and you never once listened to me! I warned you so many times, yet you rather not face the facts. I was always there to pick up the pieces." he said, his voice loud.

She sobbed, Eren was right. She never listened to him, he always was the one to give her warnings and yet she still went for it anyway.

"Eren.. I-I'm s-sorry.." she cried.

He scoffed, "It's just.. you never saw who was in front of you," he said, looking at the floor.

Her head shot up, "What? What do you mean?" she asked, her brows furrowed.

"Don't you get it (Y/N)?" he asked.

She shook her head, "N-No..? I don't even understand why you're yelling at me either!" she replied, wiping a few tears off her cheeks.

"Christ (Y/N), I fucking love you that's why!"

Silence filled the room between them. She felt her heart suddenly swell, deep down she always knew she loved Eren.. she just pushed those feelings away because she thought it was just a best friend kind of love. But it was more.

"B-But.. what about Mikasa? A-And Historia?" she asked.

Eren walked towards her. "(Y/N).. I love you, I never loved Mikasa or Historia.. they were just close friends. I always hung around them to try and push what I felt away," he replied.

"I don't understand.. how long? Why didn't you ever just come clean?" she asked, few tears escaping her eyes.

He looked away from her. "(Y/N) I knew I loved you when we started high school, Armin noticed, so did Mikasa. I wanted to come clean sooner but everytime we got close you found another guy and pushed me out of the picture."

Her eyes went to the floor, she was trying to process this information. She never once thought Eren felt the way she did, she always figured that she'd be only a best friend, nothing more.

"Eren.. I'm sorry, I'm such a horrible best friend." she said, sniffling a bit.

He walked in front of her, placing his hands on her shoulders. "Don't apologize.. I don't wanna see you hurt anymore that's all," he used the pad of his thumb to wipe away the tears on her cheeks.

She looked into his eyes, she noticed how they softened now. "E-Eren.. I-I love you.." she said, curling her fingers around his wrist.

His eyebrows shot up, "What? N-No you don't.. you're just saying that to make me feel better," he replied, looking away.

She used her hand to turn his face towards her again. "Have I ever lied to you? Eren.. I knew I loved you, I thought it was just a best friend type of love, but I knew deep down it was more than that."

His cheeks dusted pink, "I just... I don't want you saying it because I said it. You genuinely mean so much to me and fuck... (Y/N) I wanna be the one to heal you from everything," he said, cupping her cheek. "I want to make you forget all of the hurt you went through."

She felt a smile grow onto her cheeks. "I'd.. love that," she replied, looking into his hues.

Their faces were now inches apart, his lips ghosted over hers before he leaned in and kissed her. Her lips were soft, warm, the kiss was passionate, it felt.. real. Her arms went around his neck, bringing him down closer to her.

His hands found their way to her hips, he pressed her body against his.

Breaking the kiss, she looked up at him. "I love you.." she said.

A smile grew onto his lips. "I love you too.." he replied. "Please.. let me be the one to heal you from all of this, I promise, I'll never hurt you."

Her cheeks grew warm, "You promise?"

"Have I ever lied to you..?" he asked.

She felt a smile grow onto her features. "Well no.." she replied.

He pecked her lips, "There's your answer, now come on, let me take care of you."

He lifted her up, her legs going around his waist. "Eren! Be careful," she said, slapping his shoulder.

"I won't drop you, trust me!" he said, taking her to his room.

"I haven't heard from (Y/N) in days," Jean said, looking at Connie.

He shrugged, "I dunno! Maybe she lost her phone," he said.

Jean sighed, maybe she was just busy? He wasn't sure.

"Uh.. Jean?" Connie said, hitting his arm and pointing at someone.

Jean looked up, his jaw dropping.

There she was, but she wasn't by herself. She was with.. Eren??

"Ha! Sucks to be you!" Connie said, chuckling at Jean's expression.

He glared at him, "Shut up! What the hell?! That doesn't make sense.. she was talking to me!" he said.

Eren smirked as he walked past Jean and Connie, his hand around (Y/N)'s waist. He felt enjoyment watching Jean get pissed, he also seemed to take in that Jean noticed the small bite marks around her neck. All provided by Eren of course.

"Stupid Eren.." Jean mumbled.

Eren looked at (Y/N), she smiled up at him. "That was probably the most petty thing I've done," she giggled.

Eren smirked, leaning down to kiss her lips. "He missed out," he replied.

"He certainly did." she said, taking his hand into hers and going to class.

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Billy Loomis and Stu Macher x Reader- 27 (Part 3/Finale)

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Alright you weenies, here’s the last part of 27....

I realized I’ve also made an error, I forgot that they already killed her other boyfriend, so let’s say the ex they killed in the previous chapter was a different ex.

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...

Today was the day and you were excited.

Vengeance, the cherry on top, the final piece of this damned puzzle. You had snapped. You were completely bloodthirsty now and you WISHED someone would try to stop you. You had come a long way. A VERY long way. It was safe to say both Billy and Stu rubbed off on you a tremendous amount and you were absolutely fucking ready!

It didn’t help that you had two killers hyping you up to all hell. From Billy whispering how many hours were left in the day to Stu commenting about how hot he’d think it would be to have sex in a pool of blood.

When it came time to leave, the boys offered to walk you home.

“So who you gonna get first?” Billy held your hand as Stu stood your opposite side with an arm around your shoulder.

“Definitely the old man.” you declared. “I want to watch the life leave his eyes. He’s the reason behind all this.”

“How so?” Stu asked.

“He’s convinced I’m not really his child, he’s been trying to get me out of that house since I turned 12...” the guys noticed your significant mood change. “Nevermind that.” you shook your head. “My mom can fuck off with the rest of them, her and her can-do-no-wrong, perfect home bullshit.” you seethed. “I’ll explain while everything’s going down.”

...

“I’m home...if anyone gives a shit.” you grumbled the last part. You walked in to see your mother and father along with Hannah’s mother and father. They were all sitting at the table. Hannah’s mom and dad were bawling their yes out while your parents comforted them.

“Y/N...I’m glad your here.” you father spoke up. “We were talking about funeral arrangements.”

“For the daughter you wish you had instead of me? Not interested.” you rolled your eyes. “If you need me, I’ll be doing homework. Parentals, friends. Friends parentals.” you shortly introduced Billy and Stu to your folks.

“Nice to meet you.” Billy managed to express. Stu put on a fake smile and waved.

“Keep your door open so we can hear you!”

“Why would I close the door? You guys would just kick it open anyways.” you grunted.

You had no reason to be cordial with your family anymore, just because they wanted to put on a show for your guests, you’d give them a damn show.

“Y/N don’t talk to your mother like that.”

“Then I’ll talk to Hannah’s family.” you turned to the two mortified adults.

You could see Billy and Stu out of the corner of your eyes, both looking like they were about to burst out laughing.

“Y/N we have nothing against you.” Hannah’s mom wept. “We knew Hannah could be a bit much.”

“Hannah was much? Oh No Mrs. Doyle. Your husband screwing around with your teenage secretary was much.” you crossed your arms. “Your daughter was a fucking nightmare and I’m glad no one has to put up with her shit anymore.”

You wanted to see just how far you could take this before your parents exploded.

“Y/N L/N!” Your father rose from his seat, ready to storm over.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Stu was first to stand in front of you. “Mr. L/N with all due respect, I’d advise you against that.”

“And just who do you think you are?”

“The man whose about to be responsible for your funeral if you take another step.” Billy stood next to Stu, the both of them making a human wall, separating you from them. “Geez Y/N you weren’t kidding.”

“You should see our security camera footage.” you scoffed.

“Well this has been a lovely chat but we really must be going.” Mrs. Doyle stood to her feet.

“Oh nononono~” Billy sang with conviction. “Sit your asses down...let’s play a little game.” (I know Saw hadn’t been made yet, just go with it.)

...

Watching back the camera footage hurt a lot more than you thought it would. You couldn’t imagine how everyone else was feeling. Both of Hannah’s parents were tied up with blindfolds over their eyes. Stu had knocked out your dad and tied him to the table while Billy handled your mom, duct-taping her hands and wrists to a chair...

“Look at that. An innocent little girl...” Billy shook his head as he listed to your parents berate you to your face. You blocked everything out while you watched. How Hannah and her would smile in your face all the while being your biggest tormentors. How you couldn’t tell your mother or father because they never believed you the first ten times you tried.

It was all crashing down on you now.

There was an eerie silence as your crying voice filled your own ears. You were used to crying yourself to sleep by that time. All of this happening a little before you met the boys.

“Y/N, whatever you have to tell us, we don’t have to involve them.” your mother sobbed.

“Mommy....you’re crying.” your voice broke as you opened your mouth to speak for the first time in a couple of hours. “But what about when I was crying?....What about when I was in the hospital scared for my life? What about when you guys were threatening to ship me across country....” much like you did with Hannah, you kicked the chair sending your mother falling back.

“And you.” you turned towards your dad. “I know you don’t believe I’m your biological daughter...and guess what...I hope I’m not either.” you growled, staring down at the now cowering man. “You are pathetic...both of you.” you turned back towards the TV screen. A video of you in your bedroom (since your parents didn’t believe in privacy) was playing. You were on the phone with your friend Kyla.

“No, no I know Ky.” you laughed. You had a much different laugh than you do now. “...I don’t know, it’s hard to trust cute faces like theirs.”

Your eyes widened as you listened to what you were saying. Before you could go to turn it off, Stu had taken you in a hug. “Oh no princess, don’t be rude...let the video play!”

“Do I like them?....Maybe...okay totally!” you watched yourself squeal as you threw the pillow you were hugging across the room. “Kyla I wish you were here to see them THEY ARE SO-” you covered your mouth to stop from shouting too loud. “They are so cute and so hot and they wanna be seen with me!...of all people! No I’m not gonna make a move on them.”

“Awww Y/N has a crushy wushy on us!” Stu gushed. “We love you too baby!” Stu abruptly kissed you, right there. You almost forgot Billy was standing there.

“Woah...” you almost lost balance.

“Young lady! How dare you-” You father tried to said.

“Oh shut up!” Stu took it upon himself to finish the job.

(OKAY SHEILD YOUR EYES NOW)

Stu wrapped a hand around your dad’s neck and applied pressure, so much to the point where his face went blue within a mere 5 seconds. Stu laughed maniacally, only seeming to tighten his grip while Billy continued to antagonize your mother, laughing in her face while she watched the horror happen with her husband.

“Y/N...why?” your dad choked as he struggled.

“Why not...and while we’re here.” you shrugged. “I killed Hannah.”

“WHAT?”

You almost forgot Hannah’s parents were in the room, listening to everything go down.

“Oh yeah.” you shrugged. “Bitch had it coming...the better question is what should I do to you two.” you crossed your arms as you thought.

...(Time skip)

“Pretty isn’t it.” You gazed up at the stars.

“Not as pretty as you.” Billy flirted, using his sleep to wipe your face. As you all sat on the front steps of your porch, ambulances and cop cars lined up the street for many blocked.

“I agree.” Stu wrapped an arm around you waist. “Be honest, how do you feel?”

“I feel free.” you replied, letting out a large sigh. The cops had just finished questioning you. Your story was clear. Your dad lunged at your mom first and Hannah’s parents saw too much...then he accidently tripped and hung himself. Perfect crime. Billy and Stu were walking by when they heard your cries for help and they hopped in.

As to how you three managed to escape unscathed, they got you out of there in time just as he was hanging himself. As for the tapes playing on the T.V...they were watching old videos to find something to ground you for. (Something they usually did anyways.)

“Good.”

“I just don’t know where I’m gonna live now. My aunt lives the next city over and that’s a long drive.”

“Hm...just gonna have to live with us now!” Stu shrugged, we’ll all be like a married couple!

“All...as in-”

“Yes, the three of us.” Billy grabbed your attention. “Lucky you, eh?” He pecked your lips when the officers wasn’t looking just as Stu planted a smooch on the back of your head.

“Young lady.” the officer walked up to you three. “You’re lucky to have escaped them, that psychopath stabbed your mother 27 times...who does that?!”

You paused before you gave your answer. “I guess he was just fed up, officer.”

Stu tried hard to contain his laughter while Billy coughed into his hand, you all knowingly shared a look.

Yes...fed up indeed.

(So...I guess this slasher stuff might be a regular thing...I kinda like it)

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 3 years

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Hi! 👋🏽 Could I request the Savanaclaw trio with a bubbly & childish S/O that tries their best to be “mature” or “tough” as a way to impress them? Or maybe show that they can be strong too. Thank you!

Curiouser and Curiouser...

Leona’s a mixture of relieved and amused. There are times when your bubbliness grates on him, so this is finally his break—plus, it comes with free entertainment. What’s there not to like? Besides, he’s way too lazy to protest.

... Well, Leona’s about to do the biggest backpedaling of his life. To begin with, you decide that in order to be mature, you need to help Leona be mature, too! That means being his human alarm clock to rouse him from sleep every day, making sure he gets to class on time, and getting him to pay attention in class and do his homework (which he’s not happy about). You also have him eat his veggies (which is he very not happy about).

Leona doesn’t just sit there and take it; he puts up a fight and makes a fuss, purposefully trying to get a reaction, to break that your facade. His methods range from verbal teasing to prodding and blowing in your ear at random. You’d normally tease him right back, but you bite your tongue and hold your ground instead, which just annoys him. It’s not as fun to toy with you if you take things so seriously.

You ask to join in on Magift Club practice despite concerns that you’ll get roughed up. You’re one of ‘the boys’, you insist! You’re grown up enough, you can handle it!! ... Before you inevitably get bashed and bruised from the collisions, and Leona has to drag you to the infirmary to get patched up.

His patience wears thin, and he confronts you. “Oi. How much longer are you going to keep this up for? It’s starting to piss me off. This isn’t you.” Upon hearing your reasoning, he scoffs. “You aren’t impressing anyone. Putting on airs to get in another’s good graces... Hmph. You aren’t some uppity royal. The only expectations you need to meet are your own. No one else’s.”

You bicker back and forth for a while on the topic—and by the time you realize that Leona’s smirk has been growing this entire time, it’s too late...! You’ve dropped your act and gone right back to your juvenile arguments with him. “There’s my herbivore,” Leona grins, mussing your hair with an aggressive hand. “A healthy dose of defiance is all the toughness you need.”

Ruggie just goes with the flow and has a healthy snicker or two watching you try to be the opposite of your usual self. He thinks it’s actually be beneficial for you to mature and toughen up a bit. You need to adapt to survive in this world, so sometimes putting up a front or a brave face is necessary.

Being mature means being smart about your schedule and your spendings. You find yourself sitting down and planning your days with Ruggie, down to the last second and madol—trying to make every last bit count!

Sometimes your efforts to be mature clash with Ruggie’s own interests. You might want him to keep his hands to himself, but maybe he’s more interested in pickpocketing or snatching some food in the moment. He takes your complaints in stride, never getting upset—only laughing at your sternness.

Ruggie pitches in to show you how to be street smart and pass off as tougher than you actually are. It’s best to keep to yourself, but still walk with a confident stride—and if trouble arrives, you need to be nimble on your feet to escape, or have clever enough bluffs to get out of it!

He thinks you trying to pull off that “tough” vibe is the most hilarious thing ever. (Challenging Ruggie to thumb wrestling isn’t exactly the pinnacle of ruggedness.) It’s hard for him to hide his smile or to keep his sides from splitting from laughing so hard. That pouty face you make afterwards isn’t very tough either, but Ruggie finds it adorable!

Ruggie reminds you have a giggle every now and again! It’s all well and good to take care of yourself, but you gotta remember to have fun, too! “Yup, I think I like you best when you’re smiling!” Ruggie chirps, using his fingers to guide your lips upward. “Even if you’re adulting more or toughening up, it’s nice to stop and blow the dandelions on the side of the road. C’mon, (Y/N), laugh with me!”

Jack finds it a bit odd that your personality did a 180 overnight (which he does point out to you), but he encourages certain efforts to be more “mature”, like being responsible with your work, showing humility in your abilities... and filing taxes. Better to get started developing those skills now rather than later.

He’s not as taken with your attempts to come across as “tough”. Jack just can’t take you seriously when you roll up your sleeve to flex your tiny biceps, or proclaim your strength to him. Perhaps your silliest approach was slapping bandaids (with cute, colorful patterns on them) on your body and claiming you got them from a fight.

He invites you to exercise with him to improve your muscles, but more often than not, you end up out of breath and wheezing early on. You insist you can keep going (since you’re sooo tough), only to get scolded by Jack.

“No good will come out of that. You’re just asking for a strained muscle,” he grunts, pressing a cold water bottle to your forehead to soothe you. “It’s fine to admit when you can’t do something.” (Well, that only makes you double down on your efforts.)

At some point, you pick a fight with a mob student, and get shoved to the ground—only for Jack to intervene, sending the mob scurrying off with a single glare. He draws the line at you purposefully putting yourself in danger to prove a point. Jack addresses your hypocrisy in a blunt tone. “Not understanding your limits, bragging about things you don’t have, trying to be something you’re not... That’s childish. And that’s okay.”

He reassures you that you don’t need to put on an act to impress him; he’s rather that you be happy as you are (and that you stay safe)! “You don’t need to be in a rush to grow up,” Jack reminds you, squeezing your hand in his. “I’ll mature with you—and I won’t be going anywhere.”

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