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ciaossu-imagines · 1 month

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Also one thing i constantly wonder is how it would be if for a short period of time the Unseen Varia are tasked to "assist" Tsuna and his family in getting accostumed to life in italy. Hayato doesnt really need it, he is plenty comfortable with the mafia life but the others? Not so much. Reborn is kinda busy with a lot of stuff regarding actually building up a structure for the family, so they were called to help instruct the newcomers to this life and how to actually survive in italy (Unfortunately Tsunas way of doing things does not work that well in a place where the mafia is 90% of the cities population). Squalo only agreed to it because right now there are little hits ordered and the higher ranks are too expensive to deploy so sending them for lower rank missions would be a waste of respurces.

"Go show this trash how not to fucking bite it in the first week in italy!"

Lor: are we gonna get paid?

Ser: dude. But actually good question. Captain, will we be compensated in any way?

Squalo: standart A rate flat

Ser: FLAT?! (meaning instead of a per hour pay its a set amount of money for the whole mission irrelevant of any additional hours or circumstances)

Lor: Standart A Flat?! You gotta be fucking kidding me, isn't thia a super important mission?!

Leo: *soft worried and anxious whimper at the hightening tension*

Ava: Does that mean each "lesson" will be counted as an A Flat, or our entire stay?

Squ: every lesson

Ser: oh, okay, I'm cool with that.

Lor: can we squeeze any additional pay from them?

Ser: you want to scam Neo Primo for additional pay?!

Lor: hey its a good lesson in and of itself to not be sucha a damn pushover.

Squalo: sure, if you dont get a bullet to the shins, go ahead.

And thus the "Unseen Varia" make their way to the Neo Primo Famiglia. Tsuna is not fucking THRILLED being informed that this is happening about 10 minutes before they arrive, and to his horror they are actually a bit early- and the confusion and shock only gets worse when Yamamoto loudly calls "Ava! :D" only for this young boy to look up, grin widely and rush to Yamamoto yelling "Takeshi!" before jumping into his open arms and giving him a kiss to both cheeks that Yamamoto actually reciprocates.

Yama: it's been so long!

Ava: since the future I believe!

Yama: seriously?!

They both laugh and finally the rest of the Varia that are unknown to the rest of them, close up to the group.

The guy with the long white hair that is NOT Squalo, joins with a grin and as Ava lets go of Yamamoto gives him a bro-y handshake.

"Hey, Takeshi! Whats up man?"

"Nothing much! I didn't know you guys would come!"

The group is not surprised at the fluent japense, after all thats what the Varia officers they met also displayed, but the familiarity is jarring until Yamamoto explains.

"Everyone, this is Ava and this is Sergey, they're Squalos second in command of the rain division."

Ser: sup!

Ava: *bowing* it's a pleasure to meet you all in person. During his time training with my brother, Takeshi told us a lot about all of you.

Yamamoto grins widely to which Tsuna just looks a but curious.

"Brother?"

"Yes!" Ava smiles proud.

"I am Squalos younger brother, nice to meet you!"

There is a round of genuine shock (Squalo has a LITTLE BROTHER?!?!?) and Tsuna mentally notes that they all seem a LOT more tolerable than the Varia they met- in fact Ava doesnt seem at ALL like Squalo- then Tsuna also thinks back on the ringbattles and how Ava must've seen his brother get mauled by a shark.

Ava: mh? Are you worried about the shock of seeing Squ lose and get jumped by a shark?

Tsuna: (he calls him "Squ"...) Um-- yeah.

Ava: it wasn't your fault. You didn't design that battle arena and besides, Dino immideatly called me to confirm, that my brother was okay.

The temperature drops a few degrees and when Ava opens his eyes, they are devoid of any life despite the smile on his face. It just does not reach the eyes.

Ava: otherwise I would've killed everyone in that building and then myself.

Tsuna: (NEVERMIND HE IS JUST AS CRAZY!!)

But Yamamoto breaks the tension by pattimg Avas shoulder and laughing.

"It's good that Dino-san was there!"

Ava immideatly returns to normal

"Yeah!"

Lorenzo then loudly proclaims

"Allright, now that the shmoozing is over, let's get to the point."

He looks directly at Tsuna who jolts.

"We four are the strongest members of the Varia right after the officers. So we were tasked to get you civis into shape." Gokudera clicks his tongue.

"Don't call me a fucking Civi."

Lor: oh? The storm brat has a loose tongue, doesn't he? And you wanna stop me HOW exactly? Throw some firework at me?

Dera: Those fireworks almost killed your damn psycho prince!

Lor: and yet you still lost against said psycho prince

Dera: at least I was a representative for the Vongola in that fight and not some benchwarmer of a second class institution like the Varia!

Ser: Leo, get him!

Ava sighs as Leo quickly grabs hold of Lorenzo and pulls him back.

"Let go of me, Leo, I'm gonna cut this brat limb from fucking limb!"

On the other side Yamamoto has a tight grip on Gokudera. Despite being older and more mature, he still has his temper.

"What Lorenzo wanted to say-" Ava then continues "is that we are here to train you in the survival arts of the mafia life. The city you chose to reside in from now on is to 90% inhabitet by mafiosi of several generations in. They are very well adapt in conning and scheming for their own benefit. Even with the Vongola backing you, they will do whatever they can to bring you down and seize power from you, since they just see you as a civi newcomer. If you had taken mantle as the Tenth of the Vongola Famiglia they would've still shown respect out of fear of angering the entire clan, however now that you have basically opened a new branch, at least as far as the unassociated know, they will try to outsmart you to get a foothold in the power structure. We from the Varia are the ones with adequat experience and knowledge to teach you how to navigate such an environment."

Around half through Avas explanation Reborn joined them and just confirms with a nod.

Lor: that being said, we take half at the beginning of the day and half at the end of it.

Tsuna: half...?

Lor: this isn't some kind of favor we do for a friend, this is a JOB, so as you hired us, you'll have to pay us per hour rates.

Sergey seems a bit nerveous, eyes flicking to Reborn, since he knows Lorenzo is just trying to get MORE money, as all payments usually go through the Varia financial infrostructure but since this IS a good learning opportunity, Reborn turns to Tsuna after a moment of contemplation and just says

"You heared the man. Pay up."

And thus begins unofficially the Unseen Varias mission to instruct the Neo Vongola Primo family in mafia daily life 101.

I really love this little scenario! I don't really have anything to add to it because it's just absolutely lovely the way it is! However, I do want to say again that I would definitely read full novels on these characters! I especially want to say that I love and admire your dialoguing skills. I could really hear each of the character's different voices in my head. Ava has a slighter lighter voice in my head than Squalo, but still has that growling, gruff sound to it that gets worse when he gets upset and he and his brother share some of the same facial expressions and body language when I picture it out in my head. Lor, in my head, has the deeper voice with a slight drawl on some words and his posture and body language is both kind of predatory but also relaxed at the same time as I play the scene out, just because I can hear and picture it so well just reading it all, so compliments to your skills there!!

#admin chatter #not mine #varia boys #the unseen varia #not my oc's

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caffeine-high · 10 months

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rant about some frustrations about my gender/romantic interests/sexuality, stuggles with labels, and consequences (sorta) below (actually, after typing it out, it mainly ended up being abt my aro-spec self, with the beginning abt gender and tiny bit of sexual attraction)

i just need them out of my head for a sec, so feel free to ignore (or not, i am posting this on a public platform so like, ya know)

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i think the worst part of being on the spectra of ace, aro, and agender, but not being fully ace, aro, or agender is that it often requires way to much explanation to get yourself across fully and even then people get confused

so i usually just let everyone come to their own conclusions, but no i am not a pansexual transguy (or to those less well versed in the alphabet mafia, bisexual transguy, or even less well versed, bisexual born-in-the-wrong-body-but-now-a-guy) like, im fine with being seen as that!, but it is not who i am

i gave my cousin a 10 minute metaphor and after another half hour of questions and discussions he does get my view on my gender, but thats only one part (he is vv sweet tho, and every now and again refers back to the metaphor to ask how im feeling atm)

like, i dont like labeling myself, and i generally dont use microlabels, i have found a few that sorta get close to my views and experiences, but always with like a 5 minute caveat of this is why it does not fit exactly, and the people who are already well versed enough to be aware of the microlabels are also the ones accepting in listening to a long explanation if desired

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from here on my rant will mainly be focussed on my experience/views on my being on the aro spectrum

but i am sooo tired of talking to someone abt smth (mainly romance tho) and having to either just nod along like i feel the exact same, say im aro (and them not accepting, or knowing different cz they have known me for a long time), or having to go into the full spiel of well no but also yes and having to deal with that instead of just the conversation at hand

or even worse, getting asked on a date and then having to deal with that whole thing, cz sometimes i genuinely do think it could be a thing, but it just requires way different expectations and/or circumstances than what that person/those people want or are able/willing to have/provide/give

i am also struggling with seeing my brother have similar(sorta) experiences(at least on romance, not the others). he has now found someone who is accommodating to him (idk her wants/needs/views, but i know that both of them are doing the "dating"(or being partners-ish) thing in a way that works for them). but i hate to see the way my family is reacting to it. like, they just do-not understand how they function, or why they're not boyfriend/girlfriend yet despite having been doing this since march, and they keep on making comments (not to them luckily, but vv much to me) abt their confusion, and wishes for them to just hurry up. or express excitement for him finally having found a partner and that they soo wished for him to have found one sooner, and that it was always meant to happen n stuff like that

and i just know that i will also get those, should i ever do the 'romance' thing, or will probably get even worse should i not do the romance thing

like, i just dont rlly care personally, but everyone else seems to care sooo much that at some point i will have to explain my feelings, and i am not looking foreward to the 'oh but you just haven't found the right person yet' conversation, like, yeah i KNOW, but also, if i dont find them thats fine by me as well?? like, i'm good? and finding the 'right' person(s) is not gonna work for me in all the ways youre suggesting????

i know people not doing it out of malice, and they mean well nd shit, but it is frustrating and tiring, and even worse so cuz i can't just say, i dont do romance at all

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anyway, if you did and up reading this, thank you for your patience, yess i am very much willing to have an in depth conversation about this sometime, and no, i did not get a whole lot of studying done today, in case you couldn't tellXD

#rant #personal #caffeines cackles

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finalmoment · 1 year

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Oh do you wanna choose violence? (ask game) 1, 2, 6, 7, 8, 16, 19? 9 and 10 can be optional but this is already a lot so

01. honestly? alhaitham. people seem to think he's an asshole or unempathetic and unkind but really he's just very reserved and he has a tendency to be playful in his own way while being unwilling to truly explain himself to others. he's an autistic king and i love him.

02. hmm i'm gonna do this for diluc: i think diluc has a very intense need for control, especially when it comes to his interactions with kaeya. he can and does relax in most settings over time but i also believe that diluc had a nonzero number of unpleasant sexual interactions in his travels and it's made him averse to the loss of sexual control specifically. also, he's a bit of a masochist but he's much more of a sadist, and he finds kaeya's responses to pain enchanting. they're both very tangled by their history, by the fact that kaeya seeks often to punish himself through diluc and diluc has calcified into the role of protector/punisher over time and now needs a lot of handholding to step out of it and their sexual dynamic is in many ways a return to a rawer and more unfiltered state of being.

06. kaebedo fans have irritated me since forever. also chaeya fans. both ships are good by themselves but a lot of their shippers seem more interested in avoiding kaeluc/luckae than whatever they're actually shipping so they're also the annoying "siblings brothering fraternally" type of ragbros fans (this is how twt user @/cryovishap puts it afksdjf and i agree). i love chaeya by itself and i also enjoy albedo/kaeya but the twitter fans make me wanna put a pillow over my ears.

07. kaveh. im carefully extracting myself from every other opinion about him in order to preserve my tentative affection

08. would it be mean to say "most of them"? i dont even know what common fandom opinions on a lot of things are. i dont look at the fandom at large much if i can help it

16. oh. so many. many kinds of kidfic, revenge fantasy plots (elaborate constructions of "a character is wronged and they &or their lover Destroy Everyone about it"), shovel talks (i hate shovel talks), anything where diluc lacks his violent/sadistic/mildly crazy streak, overinvestment in monogamy or virginity (shipping that's desperate to preclude even the option of other meaningful romantic or romance-adjacent relationships, and things where characters desperately assure each other that they've saved themselves up for this like good christian kids). probably other things, but this is off the top of my head.

one thing i REALLY don't like in general is when top/dom characters aren't allowed to be shamelessly kinky in their own right. like, it's a particular thing if their character is such that they won't want to inflict pain or misery on their partner, but it's very often less a characterization thing and more. a subtle implication that this is how people think doms/tops should be in order for their sexual dealings to be Ethical, as though wanting to cause pain, or being interested in choking someone out, or having cnc fantasies about being the aggressor rather than the victim, are morally indicative desires. subs are always given leeway to want something in ways that doms aren't because victimhood is more morally pure than aggression even when that victimhood or aggression is within the space of kink (or maybe even especially so bc getting off on something makes it worse). but it's always super important to me personally that doms get to be wholeheartedly into whatever they're doing to their sub. they don't have to be shameless about it (shame and guilt are interesting!) but like. they should also be rock fuckin hard at the same time.

19. haikaveh. i know this is so vanilla but gughgjgh i would erase them from my brain if i could

i wouldn't mind doing 9 and 10 but i cant think of anything. thank you for the asks! if anyone read all of this but disagrees with me that's fine you're good i'm not judging anybody and people have complex reasons for liking things that i am not privy to.

#asks #uyecaq #negativity

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jung-koook · 2 years

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what the honest heck were those messages,? if you had stalker behavior (you totally don't in my opinion) you'd literally know everything and anything he or any of them does? instead you posted for a month about missing him. i'm pretty sure stalkers don't have to miss him cause guess what they're doing. and if it's things like sharing jungkooks brothers posts? he used to be okay with it idk if he still is i've never followed their siblings? but hoseok sister said don't and people still did. it's all about boundaries too. and from my point of you you seem to have a lot of them. and if you mess up like that ONE time. it quickly gets fixed and deleted. and yes stalking online is a thing and very bad and i don't agree with it. but then maybe you (general you not you you but like a you as general) should also discuss this openly with update accounts because how exactly do they have that info. idk i don't follow or look at update accounts.

stealing things from twitter usually only applies to photos and gifs or copying and pasting word for word and claiming it as your own. (and? not celebrities posting that doesn't count, (if it does almost everyone is guilty you've saved at least ONE photo of some celebrity you like has posted at some point.) the everyday fan account does and only if they say you can't share anything they post) and screenshots with usernames do not count as "stealing"copying and pasting and claiming it as yours does but you don't do that. although.. stealing is what happens with most tumblr content creators in all fandoms. their gifs get taken and posted elsewhere no credit or anything (i don't do that though). but i guess we're not having that convo huh. stealing is doing things intentionally knowing you shouldn't or didn't check if it was okay before sharing. not screenshots with usernames and credit and checking before if it's okay to even do.

people need to leave you alone you're the least problematic person here. and it's always you they go for. i'm sorry. i do hope your day gets better. i'm sorry people are mean to you. and sorry this message is probably long.

being accused of stealing from twitter was nothing new for me. a few months ago an anon sent a message to a friend of mine talking about me stealing from twitter. do you see how dangerous these anons are? my friend defended me because she follows me and is my friend. but imagine these anons send these messages to blogs that dont even know me and follow me. this is extremely dangerous :/ someone can ruin you by making up lies about you to other people and since they dont know you they can believe it and it can turn into something big and dangerous. these people dont think, they dont have empathy and dont care about anything. they just want to ruin someone on the internet. in almost 10 years here this hasnt happened to me but this year is really bad.. theres always someone trying to make up lies about me and without any proof and I'm extremely tired of this! I came to tumblr to make gifs and have fun. I never thought that this here could be something that could also bring me so much sadness. I really dont know how to deal with it, I dont know how to just ignore it. so I feel like I have to keep explaining myself even if I dont need to. then I get nervous and start to forget english and then I feel like I cant explain myself in a way that everyone understands.

I never stole anything from anyone. if i post any translation from korean to english without credits its because i translated it. i watch and listen to kdrama and korean music literally since i was born. I know the basics of korean because I learned by watching kdramas, kmovies and listening to their songs. my first language is japanese and i usually also translate from japanese but because my english is not fluent i ask sometimes my friends help to correct my translations, and they help me with that. I really always give credit for the videos and photos I post from twitter. as well as for the translations and even the news.

thank you so much. I want you to know that your message means a lot to me. please have a nice day/night! ♡

#reply #anonymous

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gayroytheory · 3 years

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im sorry i don't want to turn this blog into an fma 03 rant blog but i saw you all talking about winry and i couldn't stop myself bc i really like her. ok so i genuinely hate how fma 03 fans claim that ed doesn't treat her well in mangahood and that he's better to her in 2003 when it's literally the excat opposite? in both versions at the beginning he tries to push her away and keep secrets from her for the sake of her safety and because he doesn't want to make her sad which is understandable despite it being a bad thing considering ed's over protective nature and his guilt complex. but the thing is, in mangahood, after learning that this only makes her more frustrated and angrier with him because no one wants to be kept in the dark, ed tries to become more honest with her. he asks for her input after he came back from xerxes, in the manga he gets so mad at himself when winry found out abt hughes' death and he feels bad for telling her abt it when he first learned the news. he tells her about how the military are using her as a hostage, and he trusts her and doesn't try to stop her when she plans the whole escape plan with scar. he goes through this whole arc and learns to not push her away and stop hiding things from her (at least most of the time). when he told her to leave the country she got upset with him bc it seemed like he didn't learn his lesson and that he wants to push her away again but he only did that because he's worried that she might die if he loses to father. in 03, he doesn't ask winry for her input at all, nor does he care. the only time he asked her was when al was going through his identity crisis (i do like that ed was the one who talked to al in 03 tho), winry literally tags along for the rest of their journey, they go to dublith and i forgot where else and YET they don't bother to explain anything to her at all? she's just tagging along without understanding what the hell is going on, and she literally doesn't do anything to move the plot. the only reason the writers made her tag along was to make her talk to ishvallans and find out that mustang killed her parents and that's it. and then she meets sheska and they go on this little journey that contributes nothing to the plot, and winry sees a monster who looks exactly like her best friends' fucking mom whom they sacrificed their fucking bodies to bring back and she recognizes and then forgets about it and doesn't think about telling ed about it? also in ed and winry's last encounter, the one where he dyes his hair the ugliest shade of green ever, he doesn't even tell her what he's planning to do. at least in mangahood, ed told her that the country is in danger. yeah he didn't tell her all the details, but i don't think it would makena difference bc winry is not interested in alchemy. OH also about her crying a lot, there's this scene in fma 03 where ed and al and winry were staying in this inn, and i forgot the exact details but winry just fell on her knees and started crying and told him that she wants to improve at automail just to help him carry on in his journey? it felts really weird to me bc it just happened after the blue. in mangahood something similar happened, but it was after finding out about the pocket watch and the memories of the brothers burning down their home just to carry on was what made her emotional and it's what inspired her to move forward to and become a great automail engineer. i love how they're both inspiring each other which i don't really see in 03. anyway this got so long i'm so sorry. i just needed someone to share this with and i agree with a lot of your opinions concerning fma. have a good day!

i love all of this, thank you for this good winry discussion. i dont have a lot to say because its very late here but you are right

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the-gayest-tree-you-ever-did-see · 3 years

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Hi tree! I have some questions and it's ok if you don't know that answers to them but as long as you try, it's cool! So, here we go!

1. Why do yo go as tree as your name? Is there, like, a meaning or do you just like trees? Just wondering! :)

2. What are some things you shouldn't say to someone part of the lgbtq community? I have a brother and I've said some mean things to him that I don't want to repeat. This is all very confusing, overwhelming, and scary to me but that's no excuse and I really want to learn and change. I'm also going to middle school after summer and I know there will be a lot of diverse people and I don't want to hurt anyone at all.

3. Do you have any questioning tips? As in, when u were questioning, was there anything that you did or thought about that helped? When I ask my bro, he just says I don't need to figure it out just yet but it's been nagging at me for a while.

So, those are my questions! Again, it's ok if you don't know that answer but please answer the ones you can. I feel like the last question was a bit too personal so if ur not comfortable answering that, it's cool. Thanks a million tree!!!!

hello! first of all, youre so sweet!! 🥺 this is such a thoughtful ask! i cant promise my answer will be what you're looking for, but i'll try my best!

1. a lot of reasons that i've kind of collected over time! it started bc one of my friends said i was a tree-kisser and i was like "i am one of them" and they started referring to me as treeman, a different friend and i were joking about being plants bc we're ace and i told them about the treeman name so they called me tree, and a different friend said us indians look good in green bc we're trees, and also i just. like trees. i think they're funky

2. i dont have any definitive answers to that, but i'd just say to be mindful of yourself. obviously dont do anything that would be assuming or generalizing things, even in a joking way (like people say im a sexless creature bc im ace, which is okay from friends and other ace people ig, but not from people who dont know me and make assumptions? its a bit hard to explain). my best advice is to just keep an open mind and try to have these hard conversations with someone who is comfortable hacking out such things with you.

different people can take offense to different things, but honestly, just tell people straight up that you're still learning and dont mean any harm, and that they should tell you if you say something wrong, and over time you'll understand on your own. its a very intuitive thing, i would say.

3. i kind of agree with your brother, actually, but hear me out. the best thing i ever did for myself was to give myself time. i was so fixated on trying to put myself in a box and researching like i was getting a phd in gay and trying on and discarding labels faster than i could even say them and it affected my mental health a lot.

you're young. you have time. you dont need to worry now. if you find a label that fits at your leisure and you think it matches who you are? great! amazing! if you slowly try on labels and end up not finding one? great! amazing! just let yourself breathe and dont fuss about it.

finding out your gender or your sexuality or your romantic orientation is an inherently inward thing, so it stands that it may change with you. dont run through your journey; just take a little stroll. sit on a bench and observe. learn.

you have time. dont rush it.

for me personally, i dont know either. gender = ???, and sexuality = ???, and romantic orientation = ???. and im fine with that. it may not work for everyone, but it does for me, and i use a couple different labels for people when i feel like i have to put a word on it. all i know is, i like everyone, i dont have a particular want for sex but im cool with it, and im definitely not female, and i like being male.

thats all, and thats enough.

thank you, i hope this helped! have a great day!

#i literally wrote this all yesterday and forgot about it #sitting in my drafts completely finished #sorry born a dragon #asks #the tree speaks

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zuffer-weird-girl · 4 years

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It wasn't new hearing bad comments or insults towards the yakusa. Especially if you are part of it and a child no less.

Hearing those let his blood boiling with complete rage and disgust. Those sick bastards were never going to get the importance and the honor that the Shie Hassaikai carried through years already, but a least a bit of respect was needed.

He clenched his hand into fists as him and hari tried to just block the noise. One more fighting that he caused, he was going to be suspended, and Pops was surely going to have to deal with some problems and get dissapointed.

That's the last thing he would've want. Pops dissapointed with him. The man was kind enough to took him in, so he wasn't going to bring more trouble.

"Hey you two." A kind voice manage to get pass the other kid's, Kurono immediately sighed a greeting while Kai still remained his gaze at his book, already knowing who it was and deciding to not look at the person.

Why? Well. (L/n) (Y/n) was certainly a strange creature to his eyes. Besides block head, they were one he could tolerate, but also everytime they were close enough, he could feel his heart racing or his breath getting lost on his throat.

"Why the gloomy faces?" You tilted your head with a sympathetic smile "Anything happened?"

"The usual." Hari sighed again and pointed nonchantly with his chin at the group of kids whispering and sometimes even poiting at them.

You furrowed your eyebrows in shame on those before smiling at them again.

"Don't mind them, I'm sure they are just jealous. After all-!" You smiled brightly with eyes close, a sign that he couldn't help but steal a glance quickly "Living on the yakusa must be cool enough!".

Another diference... you respected them. Respected him. The yakusa in general even despite the constant comments you heard from the others.

You were... weird to say at last. Such a quiet yet respectful person on this age? You couldn't blame him for questioning if you were real or just faking it.

The day passed like a flash and he was already gathering his things before he, by instinct, slapped someone's hand away from him with a deadly look.

"Woah!" The blonde laughed while rubbing his palm "The thug doesn't like being touched, I forgot. My bad Chisaki." He said sarcastically while Kai merely sended him a look before picking his bag and throwing over his shoulder and also his book.

Keep calm. One more fight and you were getting Pops into trouble.

The blonde laughed before going to snap Kai's book out of his hands before he dodged and glared daggers at him.

"Ya know, is funny!" The boy exclaimed "You beat up my friend and brother just last week without a damn problem. What? Lost all that yakusa bad boss aura now?"

"Not that it is from your business." Chisaki said nonchantly before going to exit the class before another boy blocked.

He sighed, he could easily pin this filth down, but that meant he was going to be sent to the counselor...

"Come on." The blonde aproached more and said with venom on his voice "I thought the yakusa was a great gang. Guess they lost their pride aparently since one of them can't even fight anymore. What-" he looked at Cjisaki witha teasing smile "Daddy scolded you or something?"

Breath in and out. Contain the urge of throwing fists. Just control it. Remeber pops words, they are not worth it to fight with-

"I thought so. Bunch of thugs in the street who still thinks taht have some respect, and only have their noses propped up like nothing else matters." Everyone on the class got silent while Chisaki's pacience was almost snapping.

"They're not worth of not even the heroes strenght, neither cops. Nobody." He got closer to Chisaki, smirking at seing one gold eye of the boy twitching "hey are the same as garb-"

Before he could even complete the frase, the boy was punched. Hard.

He widen his eyes for a brief moment in surprise before he saw you, wife eyes and jaw clenched in anger while looking at the person you just punched on the jaw.

The boy spitted some blood as he holded his jaw with a wince.

"The hell (L/n)?!" He shouted while you only scowled down at him.

You looked at Chisaki witha concerning looki but even before you could say something, teh boy whose was blocking his exit went to throw fists at you, failing when you dodged but smilling sadistically when he grabbed your hair and pushed.

"Let go!" You screamed while trying to ignore the pain in your head due to the pulling as the blonde got up and went to hit you, a couple of kids going to stop him, others egging more for the fight to continue while others cheered for the boy to punch not only you but Chisaki as well.

You kicked the boy's stomach hard despite some people grabbing and trying to prevent you and before Chisaki even could process his own actions he grabbed your wrist and pushed you out from the crowd and started to run outside of the class.

He paused on a far hallway, breathing in and out twice before he checked on you, doing the same thing as him... he wasted not one to let go of your wrist to pick a handkerchief to wipe on his own hand as he glared at it.

"Explain. Now." He muttered while rubbing teh fabric on his skin, trying not to express his amusement at not feeling nor seing the hives appearing of having to just touch you for more than seconds.

Well... you were quirkless... maybe it was because of that? You didn't carried the illness of the quirks...

"I-" you breathed in and out one last time, tired from the running that the boy made you go "I was tired of listening that. Come on, I know that they dont like the yakusa, but show at least a bot of respect for others family geez!" You exclaimed while laying your back on the wall and falling slowly into the floor.

He furrowed his eyebrows at that before scoffing.

"Get out from there. You are going to get infected by some illness if sitting on the dirty school's ground..." you laughed at his words before rolling your eyes while getting up again "... I have no idea why exactly you did that or what you want in retribuit. But you have sorta of my gratitude."

"No worries!" You lifted your hands up witha smile, something that made his heart bump and his whole body grow hot "You don't have to retribuit with nothing! I just did that because I wanted!"

"Anyone has their price." He scoffed while looking at you dead in the eye "What's yours?"

You shrugged, smilling serely at him.

"I dunno. What's yours Chisaki-kun?"

"Don't answer me with another question idiot." He hissed while you just errupted in laughter as his cheeks grew redder "And I will have you know I could handle myself just fine back there. So I take it back, I don't own you anything."

"Geez, and here I thought you were starting to like me!" His heart stopped as he almost gagged at your silly comment.

No. He didn't. You were weird, annoying, and never got out of his head whenever you passed by sometimes. A curse to his life.

But yet...

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rightnowyoucanttell · 4 years

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Malibu, Next To You

Title: Malibu, Next To You

Summary: Is it supposed to this hot all summer long? Or is it just him? A very fluffy date with some minor molehills between Veronica and Grayson on a Malibu beach. Just because the sun is down, the night is still young, and so are they. But which way does it go...

Warnings: Fluff, implied smut (I don’t write smut, sorry guys), talks of anxiety

A/N: When this idea came to mind, i say that because i have a roughly planned full series timeline in my head it started with just the first part as a blurb but then I was like hey let's make a series, it was originally to be a reader insert (Y/N, Y/L/N, ect.) but i always have problems doing that as they feel too weird to write so I came up with Veronica and added it to the plot/timeline whatever you'd call it. so you can do that or appreciate it for the beauty it is with Veronica and Grayson.

Tags: @dzoint @graysavant @blindedbythelightt @tadadolan @heartofalionxo @beatement-l @grayswhore @saggitariusagirl @tattoogray @onlyangels-world @dxlxnbby

Part one

Series Masterlist

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“You know..” Ronnie drifted as she walked kicking the sand beneath her feet forward in a rhythmic pattern,” I’ve never enjoyed going to the beach..” Veronica glanced up from the sand and over to Grayson who gazed down to the ground before making eye contact.

The smell of saltwater brushed their noses, seagulls cawed in the distance as the water crashed closer and closer and then pulled itself back out. The pair, Ronnie and Gray watched the sunset as they walked barefoot as the tide came in and set back out, like both of their hearts, coming to a calm stop and then flooding back in a rampage of fluttering butterflies, beating in there chest.

He explained the currents and she just gawked in a secretive manner, so he didn’t notice, the dumbfounded look his body gave her.

“Really? You don’t say, I mean I figured that much, for someone who has a fear of seagulls and drowning…” he pondered the thought as his feet stopped the wallow in the incoming tide that was just far enough from Ronnie who was in the dry portion of sand.

She giggled shaking her head continuing down the shore all while facing Grayson,”..are you saying you’re not enjoying yourself?” he shouted over the crashing waves that he ran from to catch up to her.

“You remembered…,” Ronnie’s heart fluttered. Grayson knew about her anxiety. Ronnie explained to Grayson that night in Starbucks, her fears, in return for him doing the same. There was a semi prolix list. Seagulls, birds, circus clowns, large crowds, heights, and significantly Drowning.

She shook herself from the bliss and continued, “but, no. No no, no.. of course not. You brought me here!” she exclaimed twirling with open arms, the wind catching her grey wool shawl that covered her white strapless sundress with bright red roses.

Her damp dark brown hair caught in the breeze flew gently, her eyelids covered her vibrant green eyes. Grayson’s eyes followed Veronica in awe as she twirled in the sand and breeze all the way as she ran back to him and nearly ran into him.

The two laughed and turned around to walk back to the there picnic blanket, both inaudible deciding it was time to eat,” Your something else, you know that?” he offered up to the conversation. His hand brushed against gently against Ronnie’s.

Ronnie just smiled letting silence sit between then,”..Something good I hope…” the entirety of the walk back to the picnic blanket and the food was silence, blissful and incentive for Grayson, but nervous and nerve wracking for Veronica. She hastily wondered if she had said the wrong thing, or turned him off or away and that’s why he hadn’t said anything, but she tried telling herself it was just the anxiety and the nerves this Italian boy from New Jersey stirred up.

Veronica Chandler likely always would be anxiety-ridden. After all, Fears my life, Ronnie had the words tattooed on and wrapping around her wrist. The black ink still had water droplets from when she had been swimming and wading in the water with Grayson. Veronica left the fishing on her stepfather’s, Darren, boat to him and her older brother Noah, even all the while, an excelling science student, she never got how they were floating.

However, if tonight, if Grayson asked her, Ronnie probably would step foot on a boat. She never willing went to the beach, even though living in Miami with private beach access growing up at her home, and certainly did not stand by the ocean. But on this evening, Grayson brought her there, and she was happy that he did.

So here they were.

The sunset warmed Veronica the pinks and blues entangling themselves, like the hopes of how Veronica undeniably wanted to be entangled with Grayson later that night. Something in Grayson hoped it too.

On a picnic blankets, following a stroll along with the tide on the now rather deserted from the public eye, on a beach in Malibu. Munching on what Ronnie’s mom would call “Rabbit Food”.

“This is one of the best wraps I’ve ever tasted,” Ronnie added as she quietly finished chewing her toes in the sand below and surrounding the blanket.

"Its from.." Grayson paused to chew," this stand in downtown LA, Marty's I think, they're delicious." They made eye contact, Ronnie smiled with her eyes, covering her mouth as she was chewing.

"We should go together sometime,"Ronnie offered nervously.

"Defiently...,"Grayson brushed his hands above the wrap on a clear piece of plastic wrap beefy ass salad chickpea wrap sat on, in between final swallows of his bites of food he started, "so... care to explain why you ignored me for a week, 'ronica?"

That's when the evening went south.

What Grayson didn't know, that the week Veronica avoided him..one week desperate Gray was left with no sign she was alive, no text, calls, and no DM’S except the confirmation seen from the first night.

That week the week she ignored him, the week he was referring too, Veronica, was in Miami visiting her mother. Veronica had deep-rooted feelings for Grayson.. but, again, like a record used, the last had left a few scratches, and overtime... they scarred.

But it was nothing, Gianna, Mama Chandler couldn't fix...

Ronnie sighed heavily,"Why does everyone I love settle for someone so low of them?" She pondered the thought in silence as she finished her rant of the night she met Grayson.

“..well, he sounds like a keeper..and handsome....,” her mother drifted. Ronnie wasn’t paying attention fondling with the small strands that belonged to the blue and white polka-dotted beach towel her mother and herself were tanning on. Within seconds her attention was grabbed by an incoming frisbee, that landed...perfectly in one of the white polka dots. Ronnies eyes widened when she caught its sight, she gazed curiously and then picked it up examine it, before tossing it to the wind aimlessly,”-Veronica! You could have hit someone!” Gianna gently smacked the four-arm of her daughter’s right hand with the back of her hand.

“Mom!? What the fuck? Did you not see that it landed in the circle, that’s not a coincidence...that’s a fucking conspiracy. Like how a cartoon predicted 9/11 and then moon landing was faked...," Ronnie slumped back so her back rested against the beach chair set up behind her.

"It was an accidental coincidence..dear," her mother licked the tip of her finger pulling the pages apart. Her sun hat covers her sunglasses covered eyes, and held her brown hair in place around her shoulders, she was paler than Ronnie, she and noah got there skin from her absentee father, he was the Brazilian in her jeans.

"Yeah well, accidents don't just happen, accidentally, mother," Veronica huffed and crossed her arms leaning back farther and closing her eyes, enjoying momental peace before the woman started up again.

"When you head back to Los Angeles, you better text that boy, I'll be damned if you pass up a chance with someone like that. He's a good one that Grayson, I can tell. You cant let your life wither away to nothing and give up on love because of one bad drinker and a beater bad apple.. theres good people out there.. you just gotta look in front of you."

The memory on the beach faded, she hadn't realized she had been gazing into Grayson's hazel eyes the entire time the flashback played out in her head like a scene from a movie,"do you, uh. Really want to know? Is it fundamentally necessary.." she drifted off leaving a tenacious gap of silence. Just the wind and the waves to be heard.

Grayson scoffed a chuckle,"..well, no, but, I'd like to know."

Ronnie thought for a few moments, if she didnt tell him, he'd be suspicious, if she told him he might doubt the feelings she had if they were legitament,"I was in Miami. With my mom, i needed advice. A break. I was worried you were..a player. And now I know, I know that your not. Your kind, cute, hot, sexyyy, and-"Veronica's ramble was cut off by Graysons hands wrapping and cupping her head into his hands and pressing his lips to hers.

Internal fire works went off, if it were a movie they would be exploding over the water between there heads just visable to camera shot. Both hearts beat against there respective rib cages, not knowingly they both had been wating for this moment the entirety of the night.

Ronnie's hand came to touch Grays chest shortly before she came up to breath in the salty air,"that.." she panted,"was hot. But, I dont know.. if this'll work. I'm lonely and broken.. and can barely take care of myself, just, Grayson-"

"I like that your broken, and lonely" he grasped her face one hand still behind her head his thumb caressing her cheek,"not like in a kinky sort of way," they both laughed for a few seconds, Ronnie looked down. He placed his pointer fingern underneath her chin, tilting it up,"I could be lonely with you.."

"My place or yours?" She smirked. Hoping that night of entanglement would happen after all.

"Mine, definetly mine." He breathed there chins pressed together.

Ronnie had never run faster than she didn that night, all the way back to the porsche.

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dingobabywrites · 3 years

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so, in light of recent events, people have been discussing when they think Dean and Cas realized that they were in love with each other. While I 100% believe dean realized in purgatory, I dont think Castiel realized until Dean broke Naomi's connection.

BUT!!!!

I also think that is around the same time Sam realized it too. Obviously Charlie already knew ( " what about Castiel, he seems helpful and..Dreamy" she's a lesbian. That comment wasn't for Her!") I think Charlie was the one to point it out to sam and I think the two of them agreed to keep it to themselves since neither of those two would have been able to handle that information. So, I wrote a little thing about how I think it went down.

I also wanted to give myself an explanation for those wierd looks and mystery note from the end of the episode...so yeah...here's that.

Sam hobbled down the hall to the guest room, his hand still throbbing from knocking Dean unconcious . It was…worrisome, to say the least, that he was having this much trouble with healing from such a minor injury, not to mention the other things that were happening to his body; the fatigue, coughing up blood. Troubling, but, as much as he hated to admit it, worth it. Dean had been pissing him off more than usual lately anyway. It wasn't just the trials. Sure, he was frustrated with Dean for thinking he wasn't strong enough to handle them (he had fought against Lucifer in his own mind for christ's sake) but it was everything else too. His loyalty to Benny still didn't sit right with him. He had been so quick to kill Amy, just because she was a monster. He didn't care that she was just feeding her kid. She was just a monster to him. But for some reason, Benny got a pass. Sure, the guy saved both their asses, he was grateful for that, but even Bobby knew it was wrong.

And then there was Cas.

Sam wanted nothing more, than to tell Dean that he should have learned his lesson the first time with the Angel. It wasn't like he didn't like Castiel. Of course he did. He was appreciative of everything the guy had done for them. Dean was right that he had saved their asses more than once. It was just….at the end of the day, whether they liked him or not, Castiel had betrayed them. He understood that perfectly. What he couldn't understand, was why dean was so suprised by him doing it again. Hell, Dean had been the one to bring up that fact that the guy wasn't acting right since he got back and yet, there he was, praying to him, putting his trust in him again. It was maddening, to say the least. He had tried to talk to his brother about it, but Dean immediately shut down.

So, yeah, his hand was still hurting, but it was damn worth it.

He turned the corner to find Charlie stuffing her things into her duffle. He knocked on the door frame with his uninjured hand. "Hey, there."

"Sam." She half smiled, when she turned around, her eyes still a little bleary from crying. "Hi, I'm just…just packing up to head out and…" she sniffled and plopped down on the bed, covering her face as she began crying anew.

Sam walked into the room and pulled up the desk chair, sitting down in front of her. "Dean told me what happened, while you two were under." He said. "I am so sorry about your mom, Charlie." He placed his hand on her shoulder as she began crying harder. "I know how hard it is to let go like that…"

"Dean was right," she sniffed. "I needed to stop holding on."

Sam let out a bitter scoff and pulled his hand back, squeezing both hands between his legs. "Yeah, Dean's always right, isn't he? Too bad he can't follow his own advice."

Charlie looked up, her eyes sad and confused. "Holding on to my mom was the reason I was stuck there. If he hadn't made me let go, I would have died.we both would have."

Sam shook his head at himself, trying his damndest to let go of his own bitterness to be there for his friend. "Ya, I know. I'm sorry…just…I know you're hurting right now, I just want you to know I'm here for you."

Charlie sniffed again, wiping her arm across her face to dry it before leaning back and staring at Sam. "I don't get it." She said, as firmly as possible.

Sam, leaned back and shrugged. "Me neither, really. I always thought all djinn fed off happiness. It's like every time we figure stuff out, something new comes along to throw us off our game."

"Not that." Charlie said, waving his statement off. Sam looked at her, confused, not sure what she was referring to. She took a breath and pulled a book out of her duffle throwing it on Sam's lap. 'Mystery Spot' By Carver Edlund. "You say these books happened in real life. That everything written in them actually went down…but the past two times I've been around you guys…you certainly dont act like you do in the books."

Sam skimmed the first page of the book and chuckled, tossing it back on the bed next to Charlie. "Yeah, well, things have just been different, I guess."

"So, you used to love and support each other, no matter what and now you just, what? Stopped?" She asked.

"It's…" Sam scoffed and shook his head. "things are just, more complicated now…"

"You maybe, wanna elaborate there buddy?" She asked. "I may be a genius, but a mind reader, I am not."

Sam let out a breath and scrubbed a hand through his hair. He figured it might feel better to at least get something off his chest. "To be honest Charlie, I dont think Dean is cut out for the job anymore."

"Why not?"

"His judgment, for one thing." Sam answered. "I don't know, just ever since he got back from purgatory… he's been…it's like he can't think straight anymore. He used to be no nonsense when it came to killing monsters and only trusting people he knew he could trust and now… I mean, I get it. Purgatory was rough on him, but the guy has literally been to Hell and back. I don't see why this time is any different."

"What do you mean?" Charlie asked softly.

"I mean like, being friends with a freaking vamp." Sam answered, coldly. "Yeah, Benny wasn't like the others, and I get the whole 'brother's in arms' aspect, but it still doesn't make sense." He waved his hand, gesturing back at the book before letting it drop. "That Dean? That Dean would have never put his trust in a monster. That Dean wouldn't let people back into his life that had screwed him over, and now…I don't know, now it's like he just doesn't care about letting people in that who could hurt him, or…people who already have."

"So, it's not just about the vampire." Charlie said. "Who else has Dean been trusting that you don't think he should?"

Sam gritted his teeth and shook his head. "Cas really messed him up Charlie. I mean, the guy already turned his back on us once and Dean just let him back into our lives like nothing even happened."

"Ah." Charlie said, with complete understanding. "Okay, I get it now."

"Get what?" Sam asked.

"I get why Dean has been acting wierd, duh." She said, like it was obvious. Sam sat, staring at her, trying to peice together what puzzle she seemed to have completed. "Oh, my God. Do you really not see it?" Charlie laughed.

"Um, no?" Sam said, skeptically.

"Wow," she scoffed. "And here I thought you were the observant one." Sam waited for her to explain herself, still utterly lost on what she was talking about. "It's Castiel." She said, speaking to him as if he were a child.

"What about him?" Sam asked, hoping like hell that she wasn't talking about the angel brainwashing his brother or something.

"I've read the books, Sam." She said. "I know all about Dean's special Angel friend."

"No." Sam shook his head. "No, chuck stopped writing after Dean went to hell. There's no way you could have a read anything about Cas."

Charlie scrunched her face and bobbed her head back and forth. "Mmmm, not exactly." She reached into her bag and pulled put her laptop, turning it on. "Remember how I said the books were online now?" Sam nodded waiting for her to continue. "Okay, dont get mad," she said as she typed "but, he may have kept writing a little bit longer than you thought…."

"He what?!" Sam said, furious. They had told that dick to knock it off after that stupid convention."How long?"

"Relax." She said, scrolling through some page on her screen. "He stopped after you sacrifice yourself to Hell, actually. It was beautifully written by the way, super emotional, but no one has seen or heard from him since."

'Good!' Sam thought to himself. He felt a little bad for that thought, since Kevin was now the prophet it meant that the reason no one had heard from Chuck was likely because he was dead, but at least no one else could know more about their lives than they already did. "Okay, but what does any of this have to do with Dean? Why would Cas be the reason he's acting wierd?"

Charlie sighed, cringing to her self a little. "Well, as you already know, where there's a fandom, there's most likely fanfiction…"

"I'm aware." Sam said, peeved by the memory of stumbling upon the fanfiction written about him and Dean.

"Look, I'm not saying anything is definite, but alot of people who write fanfiction are really good at reading between the lines." She clicked her mouse a few times before closing her laptop and setting it back in her bag. "I mean, I've read all the books myself, and I totally know that you guys are real people and not some fictional characters, and it's completely not okay to speculate on your lives and feelings or whatever...but I mean, it's kinda hard not to see where they're all coming from."

"What are you talking about, Charlie?"

"Dean said that Benny helped him fight through purgatory, right?" She said. "He met him pretty early on in his time there, no?"

"Yeah," Sam said, still completely bemused, "I guess…Dean hasn't really talked a lot about what happened while he was there. He told me some things, but he never really went into detail."

Charlie nodded and shrugged sheepishly before continuing. "Okay, so he met Benny early on, and Benny told him he had a way to get back, right off the bat. So, why did it take them so long to get out of there?"

"Dean said he spent alot of his time searching for Cas." Sam answered.

"Exactly!" She exclaimed, like that should have been the answer.

"I'm sorry Charlie, I still don't understand what you're getting at here."

"Sam, he could've come back at any point after meeting Benny. They only spent as much time as they did together, because Dean wanted to bring Castiel back with him. Even after everything he did. Don't you think that's a little…suspicious?"

"That's exactly what I've been saying!" Sam said. "Why would he do that?!"

"Yeah, Sam, why?" She said, still trying to lead him. "Why would someone run back into a fire, when they have a way out? I mean, I think you, of all people, would know the answer to that."

Sam gaped at her in shock. It took a minute for him to register what she was implying, but once he did… "Charlie, that's…"

"Just a thought!" She defended before he finished. "I'm just saying that Dean doesn't normally put his trust in people. Except, maybe…the people he REALLY cares about and the people that protect them. Maybe there's more to the story when it comes to his trust in Benny than you thought. I definitely feel like there's more when it comes to Castiel."

"Charlie, come on." Sam laughed a little. " You know Dean. He's…"

"More complicated than people give him credit for." Charlie cut him off. "He also knows how hard it is to let go of the people he loves. He's actually really bad at it. Maybe, worse than you know."

"Charlie," Sam started, before being cut off once more.

"He's definitely more concerned about you than you think." Charlie said firmly, standing up as she did. She began packing once more, keeping her eyes averted from Sam's. "He's not trying to control you, you know. He raised you, Sam. You mean alot to him. You ever think for a moment that he's just really scared for you? Scared of losing you? I mean, back to my point, he is really bad at losing people."

Sam sat in silence, petulantly mulling over Charlie's words. She was right, probably. Dean may have been scared, but it was still possible that he just couldn't hack the life anymore. Sam wasn't some child. And the other stuff she was saying…she was way off base. There was a big difference between reading about someone's and living it.

"I sent you the link to the website I used to read the books." Charlie said as she zipped up her bags. She slung her backpack over her shoulder crossing her arms as she stared him down. "I know you lived through it all and everything, but not every part was about you. There's a few things you may have missed."

"Yeah, I don't think that's gonna happen." Sam shook his head.

"Just a suggestion." She shrugged. "It might open your eyes to a few things you don't understand. I get not wanting to relive those times but…if you ever decide that's something you might wanna do, hit me up. I can tell you what chapters to skip, or whatever. And, if your really curious about Dean's relationship to Castiel, 'On the Head of a Pin' is a good place to start. The torture chapters are pretty rough, and I know you'll want to skip over your parts…but the other stuff.…" she shrugged.

"Okay." He said, at a loss for more words than that.

"You ready to roll?" Dean said, from the doorway, knocking on the door frame before entering the room.

"Looks, like it." Charlie smiled up at him as he entered.

"I didn't interrupt anything did I?" Dean asked looking between her and Sam with concern written all over his face. "You guys look a little spooked."

"Ew, gross, no." Charlie said, scrunching her face at Dean's implications. "Sam, was just helping me with my bags. Right Sam?"

"Uh, yeah…" Sam said, standing up and grabbing her duffle off the bed.

"Eh, come on, you know I'm just teasin ya!" Dean chuckled, jabbing her on the shoulder playfully. "He may have the hair, but the body parts are all wrong, right?"

"Definitely." Charlie agreed.

"Come on." Dean said, tilting his head toward the door. He waited for Charlie to leave the room, then cast a skeptical glance at Sam before following after. Sam was sure he was in for an earful after she left. He began dreading it as he said his goodbyes, anticipating the lecture as he told Charlie she was welcome to comeback at anytime. But it wasn't the only thing on his mind now. After bidding Charlie farewell, he went inside, giving the two of them their time alone. He hesitated for a moment, convinced that the trials were seriously messing with his head if he was even considering this. Then again…

He headed to the library, grabbing a peice of paper and a pen on his way and sat down. 'This is just stupid.' He thought to himself as he wrote down the words 'On the Head of a Pin'. He heard the bunker door open. Dean walked up, the look on his face telling Sam that it was time for his ass- chewing, so he decided to cut it off before it could start.

He clicked the pen closed and stood up, ready to defend his actions. "Okay, look you were right. I-I should laid low. I-I know." He said as Dean approached him."I should have hung back. I'm glad I was able.."

Then Dean grabbed him. Then Dean pulled him into a hug. It wasn't at all what he was expecting. He was lost, but relieved and hugged his brother back.

Dean chuckled and patted his back before pulling away. "What do you say we find our prophet?." Dean smiled, before smaking him in the chest and walking away.

Sam was left to himself, completely bewildered by what had just occurred. Dean had certainly not been acting like himself, but this was a whole new level. Maybe there was some truth to Charlie's words? Maybe he really was just scared? Maybe Sam really didn't know everything about his brother. Now, wasn't the time to think about that, though. Dean was right, the had to look for Kevin. They had work to do. Research.

But Dean had to sleep at some point. Maybe Sam could do a little light reading in that time.

If Charlie was right about Dean being scared for him, who knew what else she was right about?

#destiel #fanfic #destiel crack #crack post #this is not at all what happened #unless

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transrightsjimin · 4 years

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feel a bit conflicted abt the 'call out your white family on their racism and address why it's wrong' thing bc its very needed but the thing is tht in the netherlands it means trying to explain to my parents (though i barely see them nowadays) why black pete = blackface = wrong nd that the n word is bad like??? stuff that should be basic isnt even common knowledge among white ppl here bc the narrative is just so fucking white so they never had nd still barely have to think critically abt this?? but on the other hand they often also know when they're hurtful nd love to laugh at 'taboo' racist jokes tht every run of the mill white person makes. the last time i tried to correct my mom or talk abt the history of zwarte piet she threatened to hit me if i ever said shes racist ever again (which i didnt say) nd i was quite shocked bc she nornally is so against hitting your children. nd like, when my brother or dad or uncle say the uncle say [racist slurs] or my brother pulls shit like advocating for genocide in morocco (?!!!) i truly dont know what to say, like i did obv say smth but his only response was to yell nd insult me nd hes a huge 10 year older dude who has hit his daughter nd dog before nd has a criminal past so i got too scared. its just. urgh i dont want them to keep saying this shit every few stupid family party i have gone to but the whole 'address racism' advice doesnt work out when this, at least in the case of my brother, is more of a 'dont debate fascists' case. urgh i dont want to make myself look like the victim here bc im not but im just in conflict of how to handle this in the future

#rambles #family stuff #racism /

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chloasiajones · 4 years

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This is my new smau. It's a Sokka x F!Reader pairing smau. Title: More Than A Roommate

Trigger warning: Mature! Slight swear warning! If your sensitive to mature language and swearing, I've warned you ahead of time. Mentions of sex!

Y/n's new roommate seems intensely interested in her life and wants to know everything about her. She's flattered and a little freaked out, but it’s nice to have someone to talk to. Though she thinks it's a problem that he's so handsome and their living together. But what will he do when he finds out Y/n's a Firebender? Will he accept her for who she is or will he shut her out because of his bad past with the Fire Nation?

Special Edition Part 19 Continued. . .

Y/n's P.O.V.

I quickly gathered what I needed. It wasn't much, but I did grab my sword. I never know when I'll need that. Even though I'm a Firebender that can bend red flame and red lightning, I'm still badass with a sword. Though I can't take all the credit, Sokka helped me with part of that. He's helped me to practice and he's taught me what he knows. A tear slipped from my eye as I stood in Sokka's room for a moment, staring at his boomerang on the wall. As I turned my head, I looked at the picture he had of us on his nightstand. I picked it up, looking at it, as a couple more tears fell. I cleared my throat, closing my eyes forcing the rest of my tears away. Wiping away the tears that remained, I opened my eyes setting the picture down. I looked directly at Sokka in the picture.

"Dont worry Sokka, I'm coming for you,"

With that said, I walked out of the room, heading out of the apartment.

. . .

Adelina's P.O.V.

I paced back and forth in my sister's apartment waiting for my friends to arrive. They were taking forever. I just wanted to leave on my own and go find my sister. She could be in serious danger right now. As Toph said I can believe that she went off alone, but I'm just so angry with her. If something happens to her, I would never forgive myself. She's my everything. She's my Boo. I need her. And whether she admits it or not she needs me to. And this is one of the times she needs me. Ughhh! I wanna kick her ass so bad. Though I guess I cant blame her. I am as much in love with Zuko as she is with Sokka. If Azula was doing this to Zuko, I'd wanna do more than just kick her ass. I jumped as the door opened. Pretty much all my friends walked in at the same time. And Iroh was behind Zuko. I face palmed myself. I looked directly as Zuko.

"Zuko, what is Iroh doing here?" I asked him trying not to show him how angry I was for my missing sister and future brother-in-law.

"We're not the only ones who are Y/n's family Adelina. Iroh is to. Uncle's known you guys since you were kids, he wants to help. He cares for her too," Zuko explained to me.

"And you forget Lina, that my nickname used to be, Dragon of the West - I am still a Firebender and I want to make sure nothing happens to the people I love," Iroh explained to me calmly.

I sighed as I looked at him. I didn't have time to debate.

"Fine, - But we have to go, - Right now - We're already running out of time," I told them in a hurried panic as I headed to the door.

Nothing will stop me from protecting Y/n and Sokka.

. . .

Y/n's P.O.V.

I headed to the Earth King's old quarters. I figured if Azula is going to be hiding out anywhere in Ba Sing Se, with that sicko of a dick waffle Jet and the Dia Lee agents, its gonna be there. And I wasn't playing around. As soon as I got to the door, I blasted two of the Dia Lee out of the way. I want my Sokka back and nothing will keep me from him. I walked throughout the halls and the main throne room but I didn't see Azula. I knew they both were hiding here somewhere. As I walked throughout the throne room, I felt a familiar presence. I stood firm not wanting to turn around. He quickly grabbed my wrists as he stood behind me, standing as close to me as he could. He made me drop my sword. I closed my eyes as the sound of the sword hitting the floor hit my ears. Jet held my wrists tightly, as he pressed himself against me.

"Its nice to see you again Y/n, -"

I could feel shivers running through my entire body. And they weren't the good kind.

"Jet? -"

"We haven't seen each other in awhile Y/n. I've tried texting you but you didnt answer -"

He was getting closer to my neck. I had my eyes closed, because I didnt want to admit this was happening.

"When texting didnt work I tried calling but you still didnt answer -"

Jet moved his lips along my neck so softly, it drove me insane. My breath hitched as he pressed himself against me.

"Though, I can look past you ignoring me for weeks, if you - give me the chance I deserve, -"

"You know you don't deserve it," I told him.

"Really? -"

Jet quickly turned me around, pressing me to the wall behind us, pushing himself against me. He had my wrists held down, so I couldn't fight back. He still moved his lips along my neck. He knew just how to do it, in ways that would drive me crazy. I tried to move, but Jet had me held down.

"You lied to me Jet," I said to him.

I tried to show him I was angry, but he was hitting the sweetest spot on my neck. The spot he knew was my favorite before when we were together years ago. I honestly hate him right now.

"I lied to you only because I love you - I needed you back. I cant live without you. - "

He gently pressed his lips harder. I wanted to cry, but I forced myself not to. I still forced my eyes to stay closed.

"I need you in my life - I dont want to be forced to live without you - "

"Then you shouldn't have lied to me and joined Azula,"

He moved his lips down farther.

"You don't understand - I needed you - I still need -"

He brought his knee up between my legs, creating friction. A slight whine left me.

"Where's Sokka?"

I tried to speak sternly, but with what he was doing, it was really difficult to keep my composure.

"Look Y/n, I know you still love me, - You cant deny it,"

"Yes, I can - You're nothing that Sokka is - You never have been and you never will be,

! - He's better than you in every way!"

Jet said nothing for a moment as he looked at me.

"How can I prove to you that I still love you?"

I stared directly into his eyes, with the straightest face I could possibly have.

"You can't,"

I could see the anger hidden behind his eyes. In an instant he pressed his lips onto mine with force. He pressed himself against me as hard as he could. I honestly didnt know what to do. A part of me still did love him. Those feelings dont just go away. Jet still had me held down, but he kissed me like he used to when we were together before. Before I even know what I was doing I kissed him back only slightly. I honestly wish he'd never come back. I wouldn't have to deal with any of this. Just as I felt him moving his hands down to my thighs, he was ripped off of me and thrown to the ground. I looked over to see Mai.

"Thank you Mai," I said to her in a soft tone.

"Damn Y/n, if you were over Sokka that quickly, you could've just dumped him," Mai said to me.

I shook my head.

"No, I'm not -"

I was just staring at Jet. Mai had her foot on him, holding him down.

"What happened with me and Jet is a long story, but the only person I care about right now is Sokka. I need to find him. As far as Jet is concerned, he can go to hell," I told Mai.

She knew I was upset with Jet by the tone of my voice.

"Well, I may need your Firebending as an assistant while I tie him to this post," Mai said to me forcing Jet to his feet.

I stared directly into Jet's eyes as Mai held him. Jet knew I was angry.

"I'd be my pleasure," I spoke in a calm voice.

"Y/n, don't do this! - You know that we're meant to be together," Jet protested as Mai dragged him over to the post.

"We were once - But life goes on Jet - Not everything has to stay the same. I moved on from you. You should do the same -"

"I can't," Jet spoke as Mai finished off the knot.

I squatted down in front of him.

"You can,"

Jet almost had tears in his eyes as he looked at me.

"I love you,"

"Then let me go, - There is someone out there for you Jet, but it's not me. - Maybe it was once, but we've grown apart. And deep down you know that. - When you kiss me you try to hard to make the feelings real, when you know they're not -"

"I love you Y/n, I always will,"

I gently took hold of Jet's hand.

"Of course you will, - You'll always love me - I was your first love, and you were mine we will always love each other, but that doesn't mean we should get back together just because we feel our old feelings and we think they're the feelings of now. - I fell in love with Sokka - Deeper than I ever did with you - And that's okay, because that means I can move on, and you need to move on too, -"

"I dont think I could ever let another girl kiss me,"

I exchanged glances with Mai. She gave me a knowing smile. She knelt down beside me, quickly grabbing his face, attaching their lips, kissing him with a passion. I could tell he was surprised, by the look on his face. He didnt even know what to do. Mai and I both stood up at the same time.

"Where's Sokka?" I asked her.

"He's just down that hall, in the third room on your right, - I'll stay here with Jet so he doesnt try anything too crazy. Just be careful of Azula, she could be lurking," Mai warned me.

I nodded to her. Without another word I left them alone, to find Sokka. Azula is going to pay, for even thinking about hurting my man. I headed down the hall, to the room Mai told me of. Sure enough when I entered, there was Sokka sitting against a bed on the floor, tied to the frame. He had his head down looking at the floor. I cautiously entered the room.

"Sokka, -"

He perked his head up, when he heard my voice.

"Y/n! Oh thank God you're here!" Sokka exclaimed as I rushed over to him.

I smiled as I looked into his face. I couldn't stop myself as I touched his face softly.

"Yeah, - I had to come," I told him softly.

I started to untie him.

"I knew you would, love - Jet and Azula are insane. Once I get outta here I'm gonna give them both a piece of my mind,"

"Don't worry baby, Mai is taking care of Jet and I'd suggest leaving Azula to me,"

I helped Sokka stand to his feet.

"What you think I cant handle it?"

I put my hand on his arm.

"No, sweetie that's not it. It's just I dont want you to be in the crossfire of one of Azula's lightning blasts,"

"Fair enough,"

I gave him my sword as a defense mechanism. Just as we started to walk out of the room, I heard footsteps down the hall coming this way. I put my hand on Sokka's chest, stopping him. I waited and listened. Just as they were right outside the door, I blasted them with fire, knocking them back a few feet. Sokka and I rushed out the door. It wasn't Azula like I had thought. It was one of the Dia Lee. I took Sokka's hand and we rushed off together to find her. Once we were outside in the courtyard, we stood there and waited. I could feel the presence of someone around. I listened and waited and made sure of my surroundings carefully. Just as I felt her a few feet behind us, and I knew she was going after Sokka, I stepped in front of him, putting a huge firewall in front of us, to protect him.

"So, I see you've defeated my Dia Lee and my secret weapon," Azula said to me in a challenging tone.

"It wasn't much of a secret weapon, - I mean come on using my ex-boyfriend, you really think I couldn't defeat him?"

"I just thought he was more angry than he actually was - Pathetic really, -"

"Well, now you have no beef with us, so you can let us go willingly," Sokka said to her.

"That's where you're wrong, - You see Jet mentioned something to me about helping me get revenge on Zuko and his friends for betraying me and lucky for me Y/n happens to be one of his best friends since we were kids. Today is just my day," Azula explained to Sokka.

A challenging look crossed my eye.

"Bring it on," I challeneged.

A devious smile passed her as she just stared at me. Just as she shot a huge flame of blue at me, I fired back at the same time with a huge flame of red. Our flames collided making an even larger flame of red and blue in the middle. I wont let Azula win. I'm stronger than she is. And she knows it. That's why she's trying so hard. Azula was trying to fire back stronger, but I was better. I went even larger with my flame, causing hers to dissipate, knocking her to the ground. Anger crossed her face as she looked at me. I stood before her with a determined look to my face.

"You've always been jealous of me Azula. - I can fight better than you - I never focused on my anger as a fuel for my fire. Your Uncle didnt just teach Zuko, he taught me and my sister too. We followed by everything he taught us. And we've stuck to it everyday of our lives since, -"

In her anger Azula got herself up and shot a fire kick at me. I quickly blocked it.

"You should've listened to your Uncle," I told her intimidatingly.

"Oh, I've learned a few things from my Uncle," Azula said to me through her anger.

I watched as Azula got into her familiar stance. I knew exactly what she was doing. I readied myself. Iroh told me I might need to use this to defend myself someday. Azula shot a bolt of lightning my way. It pushed me back as I caught it. I almost couldn't breathe or hold onto it. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the terrified look in Sokka's face. I let that fuel me. In just a few seconds I was the one controlling the lightning. I felt the energy and it was exhilarating, but it was also terrifying. Just as Zuko had stated once before. I redirected the lightning to shoot just past her head, singeing her hair. She was beyond angry as she looked at me.

"I've learned a few things from your Uncle too," I told her now even more intimated.

Sokka stood by me proud as he put his arm around me. I looked over just as our group of friends came running in. And Iroh was there to. Adelina ran over to me trapping me in her arms tightly. Zuko had hold of Azula.

"I am so glad you're safe," Adelina said to me in a slight panic.

"Yes, Lina, I'm fine," I told her.

She leaned away from me.

"It was so awesome! Azula shot lightning at her and she just stood there in firm ground and redirected the lightning at her! She was so cool!" Sokka exclaimed.

I chuckled at Sokka's reaction. I love him so much. It's hard for me not to love him.

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Anon who just sent the song here and I dunno about anyone else, but I feel like why people go to you about these characters, especially Ouma, is you're good at acknowledging the characters as if they were people. I'm not going to explain this well, but whenever I see your metas it just makes me feel like I reading you talking about a real person, not just a fictional character. You have a way of acknowledging their good and bad parts in such a way that it makes me forget they're fictional. (1/?)

And I guess people like seeing the work of people who make fictional characters feel so real. But going back to the acknowledging part, I tend to see a lot of people try to talk about these characters in a very black and white kind of way. But you, you talk about them in a grey kind of way. This is especially true of Ouma, who you talk about having good intentions, but also acknowledging he doesn't always go about it in a good way. It's nice I guess to see that. (2/?)

It's just one of those things I guess. I'm still bad at explaining. But you seem to be willing to understand the characters as people. And so when you talk about it, it feels real I guess. I dont really know how to describe it. But it just feels good to see I suppose. Though like I said I dunno about anyone else. But that's how I feel at least. I feel like you take your time to understand the characters and so I trust and like your judgement/s about them. (3/3)

/)/////(\ ;; Oh anon, you flatter me!

I don’t think you explained it poorly at all--I completely understand what you’re saying. It’s something people have told me a lot, actually!

My greatest writing strength, so I’ve been told, is that my characters feel alive. They’re like real people, with thoughts and feelings, complicated and multi-faceted. Like how no living human is pure good or pure evil, a character shouldn’t be pure black or pure white. This is something I learned when I was very young, thanks to reading a book called Artemis Fowl by Eoin Colfer. Artemis Fowl was one of the first books I truly read as a child, and the first book portrayed the idea of grey morality as it talked about Artemis as a protagonist/antagonist, and his motives and reasons for doing what he did.

Spoilers ahead: Artemis was a preteen boy, one that had lost his father/his father was presumed dead and his mother had lost her mind over it, to the point where she was confusing Artemis with other people right in front of him. He decided that he needed financing to go on an expedition to find his father--a broken child trying to mend his family.

However, he goes about it very wrong, thinking that he needed to kidnap and hold a fairy hostage and demand fairy gold from the People (or the mythical creatures that lived under the earth’s crust.) What solidifies Artemis as a complicated character in this book, however, were two things: the scene where he metaphorically lets go of his father (I think it was due to how terrible his whole plan had worked out and how deep into trouble he had gotten himself and those he loved) and the scene where he gets his gold from the fairies, but gives half of it back to the fairy he kidnapped (Holly) in exchange for a wish to make his mother well again.

So from a very young age, I guess I always found myself drawn in by these more complicated, grey characters. Characters who have good intentions at heart (Artemis wanting to find/save his father) but going about it in all the wrong ways out of desperation (Artemis holding Holly Hostage)

I think that this was probably the first step into me honing in on my strongest talent within writing--making a character real and alive, like you said, to a point where they’re almost indistinguishable from a real human being.

My goal in writing, whether it be metas or fanfiction, is to make these characters feel alive and real. Because readers identify with them more, they feel for their struggled, cry with them when tragedy hits, laugh when there’s joy--because it feels so genuine.

When I make my analysis posts and fanfictions for Kokichi, I’m always looking at him from that perspective--what is this human boy like, what are his motives, his genuine feelings, hopes, despairs, how broken by trauma is he, how desperate was he--along with other minor things, like the theory I made of him being unable to taste food, for example. Little things are important when developing a character to be lifelike, and making mental notes about their habits and tells helps build that character. (For example, even if it’s not canon, in Twins AU, Kokichi has a bad habit of yanking on his hair when he’s in serious distress, only just able to resist doing so in public and only doing so in private/where only his brother is a witness to the real side of him, seeing how stressed out he actually is about their situation. I also have it so in Twins AU, Kokichi putting his hands behind his head is more or less an action to hide his hands, because he has a harder time controlling his hands and fingers and making them not shake when he’s afraid or stressed. These kinds of things build up a character and make them more alive.

And seeing Kokichi especially as all black or all white, it’s really sad in a way. He’s got a lot of points that make him grey, more human and complex. Talking about him as if he had done nothing wrong, or talking about him as if he’s selfish and pure evil, flattens his character and complexity to fit him into categories and tropes. But really, it’s not that simple. Humans aren’t that simple, and neither should characters by that simple.

But in short, the fact that I have this as a writing strength, I consider myself lucky. And, I consider myself extremely happy every time someone comes forward and tells me that I am succeeding in breathing life into the characters I write for! So thank you~!

#happy tag #I'm trying not to die from the flattery tbh #fnjdnfjks #Anonymous

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