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bumblesimagines · 4 months

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i had a great time.

maybe you should go.

Maddy Perez

maybe you should go.

i had a great time.

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

You and Lexi shared many similarities as twins. There was the shared love for literature and theater, the longing for Suze's attention, the bitter resentment toward Gus for leaving and never saying goodbye, the feeling of constantly being in Cassie's shadow, and of course, similar physical features.

But, like other siblings, you and Lexi were also vastly different.

Lexi preferred her solitude. She could spend hours alone in her shared bedroom on her laptop creating screenplay after screenplay in an online document. She was clumsy and awkward and despite her writing skills, she had trouble speaking to others without stammering or tripping over her words. Behind nearly every decision and action Lexi made had been a thought-out plan filled with 'what ifs'. You preferred leaps of faith into the unknown where the end destination wasn't visible until the last second. More often than not, you were left scrambling to ensure your ass wouldn't be toast.

Like the night after a party at a classmate's place when you woke up at home in your cozy bed with the slim body of your sister's closest friend cuddled up at your side and you left to stare at the ceiling debating your choices.

On one hand, Maddy Perez was bitchy and confident enough to pretend nothing ever happened between you and her. On the other hand, Nathaniel Jacobs had enough privilege to get away with murder if she ever let it slip.

So, there you remained, staring up at the ceiling and rethinking the life choices that led up to that moment. If only you hadn't agreed to go to the party with the girls. If only you hadn't agreed to Elliot's stupid challenge of flirting with Maddy to see what the school's queen bee would do. If only you'd encouraged the girls to head to their respective homes instead of crashing at the Howard residence. Then maybe, just maybe, you wouldn't be wondering what the hell Nate Jacobs would do to you if he ever found out you slept with his girlfriend. It wasn't as if you could sneak out and play dumb if she asked. She was in your bed, in your house.

Craning your neck to take a peek at her when she began to stir, you finally noticed her messy appearance. Her maroon lipstick had smudged considerably and from the red markings scattered across your skin, you could only assume how it'd happened. Her glittery, silver makeup appeared in a similar state, and the glitter smudged against your skin, twinkling with the sunlight that poured in from the window. Her hair was in the worst state you'd ever seen it in, and you found your gaze drawn to the light markings on her neck and shoulders. Her dark eyes fluttered open and for the first time since entering high school, you found yourself hoping for some disgust or repulsion in them. But instead, a yawn escaped her lips and she tiredly rubbed at her eyes.

"Morning." You murmured a bit awkwardly and dragged yourself up to rest your back against the headboard. She snorted quietly and brushed her raven hair out of her face, somehow still looking like a model. "About last night-"

"I had a great time. I never thought Cassie's little brother would have it in him. " Maddy began with a coy grin and you waited for a 'but' to follow. "We should do this again sometime." She purred instead and planted a kiss on the corner of your lips. You could practically feel your ego growing, but they weren't the words you wanted to hear from someone whose boyfriend had no problem with destroying the lives of those who even looked at her twice.

"Right." You forced a chuckle. Fuck. "I had a good time too, Mads, but I-I think maybe you should go or at least sneak into the girls' room before they wake up. I just... I think Cassie might get upset if she finds out and I, uh, I don't want to get you in trouble with Nate either."

She blinked at you and then blinked again. Her perfectly plucked brows slowly furrowed and the tips of her lips dragged downward. You couldn't quite tell what the look on her face meant. Was she disappointed? Hurt? Sad?

"You're kicking me out?" Ah. Of course, she was offended. Maddy getting turned down was an occurrence that only happened on blue moons and even then, whoever rejected her would only end up taking it back moments later.

"Maddy, I really think it's for the best. This will only end up hurting us both in the end." You tried again, speaking softly as if it'd do anything to convince her.

"And what if I don't care? What if I want to continue this?"

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betasquads · 7 months

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CARE FOR YOU, Niko Omilana

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summary: Niko and some of his friends, Sharky, Aj, and your brother, Dylan, decide to go to an arcade as a small hangout. Niko thought it'd be a great idea to invite you since your birthday was coming up. Obviously his friends and your brother are annoyed by Niko inviting you, even though you were friends with all of them aswell. Not that they hated you, they wanted to be together alone for a day. You had a huge crush on Niko, so you easily accepted it. Well, not everything goes according to your plan.

some important things i have to say before you start reading: they're all around the age of 22 here except you, you're 19 turning 20. + they aren't famous in this.

warnings: you'll actually feel second hand embarrassment. dk if it's a warning but there.

Sounds of people talking and screaming in excitement was heard and the warm air hits you once you made your way inside. A wide grin forms on your face when you observe each part of this place.

"This will be really fun." You nudge your brother's arm and he just sends you a bored look at towards you.

"Yeah sure, let's just go find them." You roll your eyes at his bland tone and you follow him while observing the entire place.

Living alone, not having any parents, and your brother living alone aswell, made it sometimes impossible to have the time of your life or go out on weekends. It was like something was holding you back from doing what you wanted to do. You just had no energy for it.

But today, hopefully spending sometime with them especially with a special someone would maybe push you to go out and do things in your life other than spending time alone in your apartment.

"There they are." Dylan points towards your left and they make their way to the siblings as they greet Dylan.

You stands there with a smile despite the feeling of awkwardness that you had felt when they didn't even bother to greet you. When Niko finishes his small talk with Dylan, he's the only one who seems to care about your presence as he engulfs you in a hug.

"Hey Niko." You say against his black sweater when his arms wrap around your waist and your hands goes around his neck which he had to lean down a little so you could reach.

"Hey." You hear a small chuckle from him as he gives small rubs against the small off your exposed back which sent a huge amount of electric volts down to your stomach. He also felt it, and in this postion, he never wanted to let go.

When he disconnects the hug he turns around and began talking to the rest of them which you really didn't think much off.

They've been walking around for a few minutes and they'd make jokes together and you would laugh but barely even talk.

You were at least spending time with your favorite person, seeing him laugh or just do a simple task, would make you go crazy.

"Before we start playing I really need to use the lavatory." Sharky says and they all nod and agreed that they had wanted to go aswell, well, except for you.

Niko turns to you and nods at you, "Do you wanna go? Im fine with staying outside with you to wait until these guys finish their business–"

"No its okay, i wanna fix up." You shrug, actually wanting to fix up since the moment you entered the arcade. You would've loved if you had a few minutes with Niko, but you really needed to see if your makeup was ruined already.

He looked a little disappointed by the answer but nods either way and informs you and the rest that he'll be waiting for everyone. You walk for a few minutes until you've finally find the public restroom after almost being lost trying to find it. You go to the ladies side and immediately set your purse and phone aside.

You reapplied your lipstick since your lips seemed to have looked a bit dry and then you ran your fingers through your hair to even it out.

A few minutes pass by and it seems like you must've taken a little too long just trying to fix yourself. You take your belongings and you go outside and surprisingly, none of them were even outside yet.

You hum silently and you pull your airpods out to listen to something while they finish doing their thing.

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20 minutes pass, and they're still not even outside which makes you visibly confused. You get up from the bench that was right next to the bathroom. This has to be some sort of joke, right?! You thought.

Remembering Niko's words about him saying that he'll wait outside, but no sight of him here ever since you came out.

You sit back down, thoughts running widly in your head. Then your heart drops, they didn't forget about you did they? You were in the restroom for only about 7 minutes, why would they leave?

You could feel tears forming from the way you felt that familiar stinging in your face, feeling humiliation that they would all leave you like this.

There was no way they were in there, because you knew they'd only take like 5 minutes to do their buisness. But now that it's been 22 minutes, You already knew. They forgot about you.

You were practically forced into this hangout since Niko was the only person who wanted you here, but none of the rest did. But did he actually even want you here if he forgot that you were even there with them?

You scoff at the fact that they didn't even bother to leave you a message like, 'Hey we'll be assholes and leave you alone. Have fun all by yourself! '

You get up from the bench and your shaking hands place your phone inside of your purse. The thoughts running in your head like, ' What'd you expect when no one wanted you here? '

You practically lost 50 minutes of you life being fooled, and you couldn't forgive herself for even thinking about going out with them when all of them hated the idea of you being with them.

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You decided to order subway from the food court so you could eat it in your apartment, since you had no food there anyway.

While you turn towards the exit, you spot all of them laughing at something except for Dylan that seems to not be there with them. Niko's the only one who just seems to have noticed you, his eyes wide and yours just staring at him in a bored and bland way.

You scoffs and you shake your head in a disrespectful way to indicate that you were feeling hurt.

You turn the opposite way even though you knew there was nowhere to go except home and the exit was on the side where they all stood.

But before you could even take another step, You feel someone gripping your shoulder to stop you from walking any further.

"What? Seriously, what?" You didn't know where this came from, but it left your mouth without a warning when she turns aggressively to look at him.

"I swear, I tried to call you multiple times. Im so sor–"

She scoffs at him and she makes sure that it's so disrespectful, so she could make him feel what she was feeling, and she succeeds because he pauses, not even continuing his sentence.

"Yeah the 53 missed calls? I think I missed it." You mockingly tilt your head.

"Why are you acting like this?" He wasn't angry when he yells that sentence, he was genuinely questioning, confused, and even a little hurt that you were clearly pissed and hurt aswell.

You raises your eyebrows at the question and he just knew you did it because you found the question itself was just dumb, "I don't know, maybe because you guys forgot about me? Especially you, Niko. That's low, even for you." You indicate that he's done some mad things before, but you had never thought that the person whom you loved would forget about you.

"Low for me? y/n– what does that even mean? I never–"

You sigh deeply, "An hour after you guys left me all alone, you decided to call. You remembered that I existed after an hour. An hour, Niko." You emphasize, your voice breaking in the last remark.

His eyes soften when he captures the voice crack in the end. He didn't like the fact that you were upset because of him or the fact that he actually left you. He didn't even mean it. His hands were twitching into trying to hold your face, but he felt too nervous to even do so.

"I swear it slipped my mind. y/n I swear I would never do this to you on purp–" He swallows heavily but he was immediately cut off by you.

"I'm definitely supposed to smile and congratulate you over dinner for remembering me after an hour, let's grab a beer or two while we're at it. What a hero." You mumble the last sentence and turn around, but he couldn't let you go mad at him.

He wanted you to stay with him. If anything, this entire hangout was an excuse for him to see you, you just didn't know it.

He gently grabs your hand, silently begging for you to just turn around. He draws circles around, trying to calm you down so you could listen to him. And you do turn around to his surprise.

"Niko I–" You hesitate for a second. His eyes lit up, waiting for the words to be spilled.

"I came here for you. I came here to spend time with you. Put yourself in my shoes, and tell me that it wouldn't hurt if I did this to you. I mean that's if you even care about me." You say the last sentence a little too fast, trying not to put your feelings out there.

He's a little disappointed, expecting other words. "Of course I do, I care so much about you." His voice is hushed and he could feel his heart rate racing and his palms sweating at this sentence alone.

How could he not care about you? He absolutely adored and loved you in every way possible. Your beautiful selfless soul and your lovely personality was enough to make him care so much about you. The laughs you'd let out and how your cheeks flushed everytime and you'd cover your wide smile with your hands always sent butterflies to the bottom of his stomach.

He'd absorb each feature everytime he'd see you, as if it's the first time he's ever seen you. He'd always be in awe, speechless at every word that left your mouth. That's how much he loved you.

What was even that fake accusation about him not caring about you? It will always be completely false.

You give a weak, fake smile, "Clearly not true."

"Please. I'll make it up to you." He whispers soothingly and you could feel your heartbeat skipping two times at how gentle he was being towards you.

But the feeling of anger overpowered you and you couldn't control the words that were easily leaving your mouth, "Make it up to me, how? By inviting me to hangout and then ditching me? Thanks, but I'll pass." You could see the way he grimaces a little at your harsh words, but regardless, he still wanted to stay and make everything okay.

He sighs, "Alright. I can see that you need some time. But don't leave, I'll take you to your apartment when I'm finished since Dylan went home." He pleads.

Your heart breaks at the fact that your own brother couldn't even ask about you, or even offer you a ride home since he was the person that picked you up.

"Oh, when you're finished?" You scoff.

"You're a dick." You spat out with hatred and he felt his heart drop at your aggressiveness. You never cursed at him and your friendship was always pure. When you turn around, in his eyes it seemed like you had agreed silently at his offer because you didn't go towards the exit.

He sighs in relief, but still a little disappointed with your choice of words.

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Calling a cab was probably the best idea to you, because you weren't willing to wait another hour looking like a foul after you had been ignored. You ignored his offer and decided that you'll just get home by yourself.

You get in the cab, watching the world go by and feeling your heart shred whenever you remembered your harsh words towards Niko.

He was a complete sweetheart and an overall a good person, and he would do anything for the people that he loves.

But the irony of being forgotten just made you upset, especially when it comes to Niko. You truly loved him like no other. That's why you were more hurt by Niko forgetting you than your own brother completely forgetting about you, because in the end, the love you had for Niko was always going to top everything.

But seeing the way Niko was trying so hard to let you stay and for him to make it up to you, just proved everything that he is. A selfless, kind, loving person.

You pay up the amount that was written on the meter and leave off to your apartment. You place the bag of the subway on your table, no mood for eating after the last interaction with Niko.

You open the door to your bedroom and you just stare at your bed, everything hitting and the realization hits that Niko and you weren't on good terms.

You sigh and you slump down on your bed, too tired to even get out of your clothes.

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"Alright, I'll see you guys later." Niko waves at them and pulls out his phone, too excited to hear your voice after hours of hearing Aj and Sharky talking non sense.

He dials you, willingly to do everything in his power for you to forgive him. Immediately, he hears you say, ' Hey, you've reached y/n. Sorry that I couldn't answer your call at the moment. I'm probably busy, leave me a message until I get back to you! ' enthusiastically and hears a little laugh at the end.

He catches himself smiling a little at your laugh and then shakes his head as he tries once again, his knees bouncing in anxiety as he tries to look at his surroundings, maybe he'll find you since you were around here the last time he saw your.

He tries to call you again, but once again, ' Hey you've reached y/n–" he closes the call, a little stressed. He was hoping that you weren't trying to stubborn.

Call after call that it reaches to 31 missed calls, he was starting to get worried. You would never do this if you did want to get a ride back home. His heart drops as he thinks about what could've happened to you, and now he could almost feel like he's about to vomit.

He starts to run around the arcade and the people around him might've thought that he was a maniac, but he couldn't careless. He just wanted to see your face that lit up the entire room even if it was dark.

7 minutes probably pass by as he checks the food court, he even went to the ladies restroom and almost got caught, literally every single place where he could find you. He looked distressed to say the least, one of his hands gripping the side of his forehead.

He was now imagining the impossible and now his hands were starting to get shak–y and he immediately runs out of the arcade to go to his car to see if you were in your apartment. He really hoped you were peacefully sleeping with a few strands of your hair on your face, while silently snoring.

He was scared and started wishing that he left his friends and just hung out with you and spend the entire day with you and only you. He wanted to see you laugh and smile all day, indicating that his jokes did really make you happy.

Once he sees your apartment, he parks his car as quick as possible, not even caring if the car was a little on the side or wasn't parked right.

He doesn't even bother going up to the elevator as it takes time, so he goes up the stairs as soon as possible.

His fists come in contact with her door, hoping that you were actually in there. He wasn't gentle while knocking the door, infact, he knew it probably disturbed the neighbors but he couldn't careless.

You could hear knocks but you weren't fully aware if it was real or if you were imagining them, so you grip the blanket tightly and you shut your eyes to go back to sleep.

But then it happens again, this time it was louder. It was continous knocks. Now you were fully conscious about your surroundings. You get up, groaning. Your head was pounding quickly from how loud this is, and the uninvited person was giving you a hard time.

"What the hell." You say under your breath and you unlock your bedroom, walking towards the door.

You twist the doorknob and you open it, but before you could say anything, Niko's hands immediately cupped your face in worry.

You were a taken aback from the sudden gesture and you widen your eyes, "Are you okay? Why'd you leave?" Question after question spilled from his mouth, making it hard to keep up with.

You open your mouth to reply, but Niko beats you to it, "I value our friendship so much and I swear if it takes a year to make up this entire situation, I would–"

"What do you mean–" You shake your head, but you were cut off before you could even continue.

"Why didn't you inform me that you were leaving? Seriously, anything terrible could've happened to you–"

"I didn't think I was obligated?" You say it more like a question, confused where all of this was coming from.

He just sighs in relief, happy that you were okay. "Of course you were obligated. I just thought I was going to be the one to drive you home."

You forgot about his offer since yoi were too focused on your anger, "Oh." That's all you had to say, no other words. And that scared Niko, because what if you were still upset with him?

"I'm so sorry for being so stupid earlier. I don't know how I could forget about someone like y—" He pauses. He didn't know how to express how sorry he actually was. But there was only one way.

So instead, his hands wrap around your neck gently and places his warm lips on yours, making sure he was delicate as possible. The kiss wasn't lustrous or needy, it was innocent, pure, desperate to send you a message that he was truly sorry.

You froze from the sudden action, your body heating up when Niko's other hand grips your hips to pull you close to him, to deepen the kiss.

Hes about to break it, worried that you wouldn't approve. What takes him by surpise is that you wrap your arms around his neck, the butterflies in Niko's stomach erupted when he realized you were kissing him back. Both of your body falls into the other.

You disconnect the kiss and you could feel him following your lips, craving another taste of your lips. This time he pushes you until you made your way to your bedroo and you hear him shut the door with his leg, his lips still hungrily kissing yours. You hear him sigh when you tug on his dark hair, disconnecting the kiss so he could breathe in. The both of you sit on your bed and once you've turned around, he seals his lips over yours in a rough kiss, his hands going down to your hips to send a message.

Understanding what he wants, you sit on his lap and both legs are on either sides, making sure none of you disconnect.

You hear small whines each time you bit his bottom lip, and It was the hottest thing you've ever heard.

He disconnects, his lips continuing along your jaw and down the side of your neck. He plants kisses across the area and your breath catches in your throat, eyes fluttering.

After leaving a few more kisses on the skin, he begins to suck at it and you gasp sharply at the sensation. A moan falls from your lips as he runs his tongue along the spot.

You place your hands on both sides of Niko's face and you kiss him. You can feel him inhaling sharply, taken aback by your sudden need to kiss him. And then he's kissing you back, his hands tangling themselves in your hair. He traces the tip of his tongue along your lips, causing you to open them. His tongue rolls over yours, slowly.

You could feel him smile against the kiss which makes you smile aswell. He lays down on the bed and you cuddle into him, placing your hand on his clothed chest.

You look up to him and you could see the way his cheeks were flushed, and he looked shy while observing each feature of your face.

"I'm sorry–" He says once again and you shut him up with a small peck on his lips.

"I forgive you. Just don't do it again." You warn and you narrow your eyes at him.

He begins laughing, "I think I forgot you because you're so short I couldn't see you–"

You chuckle and you roll your eyes, hitting him playfully, "C'mere." you pat on your chest.

He easily accepts and comfortably lays on your chest and wraps his arms around your waist, your fingers playing with his locks.

If you both could stay in this position forever, you would.

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misstycloud · 1 year

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Friend's yandere brother HC

• Your friend had a younger brother who is just sooo adorable! With his fiery red hair and cute dark eyes. He was the perfect example of that shy little sibling everyone fawned over. Well, everyone except your friend that is. She only thinks he's annoying and couldn't be bothered with him.

• You on the other hand thinks he's a nice kid who deserves some attention. Especially since the bullying is getting more frequent with time. Cyrus has always been smaller than other boys his age, which has made him the ideal target for mean kids. There were more times than one where you remembered defending him when you were young.

• Because of his smaller physique, Cyrus grew up with quite many insecurities. Those only grew worse the older he got. The other boys became tall, while he remained short. The other boys gained the ability to increase their muscle mass, whereas he was scrawny and weak. They were confident and he was shy and awkward. They aged and became older, Cyrus stayed the same. They managed to get the girls they liked. Cyrus did not.

• The only one he felt he could confide in was you. You, who was his older sister's best friend since kindergarten. You where his safe space, away from all the bad and pain. His sister couldn't think less of his existence and his parents weren't much better. The only one really paying any greater attention to him was you.

• And for that he was eternally grateful. Vey grateful.

It wasn't his fault. He hadn't meant to fall for you so hard. So deeply. But how could he not? Not when you were always there for him, letting him cry on your shoulder when he was feeling down and praising him when he did something good. You were like an angel who descended to earth. So perfect. So good.

• The worst time came when his stupid parents convinced themselves it would be best if he attended some boarding school far north from where you lived. He begged his parents to let him stay, and cried to the point he was sure he'd lost the ability to conjure tears. But nothing worked and they did not change their mind one inch. It'd be easier to move a boulder with your bare hands.

• It felt like he would go under the moment he left you. If he was so far away, how would he be able to see you? He wouldn't.

• God, how he hated that awful school. He wondered if his parents had put any thought into it at all, or if they just wanted to get rid of him like his sister. The adults there were incredibly strict and would rather die than allow any of the students to be happy, that's what it felt like most of the time. The other students weren't much better though, perhaps even wore in some aspects.

• They teased and picked on him. It wasn't rare to find his books drenched in the school's fountain, or his clothes gone after a P.E lesson. It was all hell which he couldn't escape from. He had no one. He tried consulting one of the teachers for help but they dismissed him and said that the others surely didn't mean any harm by it. That they were just playing around. but Cyrus had noticed the way they smirked as they disregarded his pleas when they just so happened to pass by.

• That was when he lost hope and everything turned grey, dark and cold. Everything except you of course. You were still his closest (only) friend and he wouldn't replace you for anything in the entire world. During his time away and all those lonely night he spent in his dorm, he thought of you. Your warmth, your voice, your smile. He loves all of you.

• In order to cure some of the loneliness, Cyrus wrote multiple diaries and notes relating to you. It helped him get through those hellish years without seeing you. He remembered an incident from his first year, one of the bullies had gotten their hand on his diary and read all of the disturbing romantic poems about you. He eventually got his diary back but at the cost of the harassment getting even worse. They called him a weirdo, a freak. A crazy obsessed creep.

• You were honestly a bit sad when Cyrus went away. While you weren't particularly close, you still liked him and enjoyed his company. Years passed and you eventually began to forget about the little boy who used to cling to you whenever he could. He didn't forget you.

• You sure got quite the surprise when an unfamiliar man turned up at your doorstep, asking how you were and if he could come in. Not being able to recignise the face of the person in front of you, you inquired about his identity.

"Huh? (Yn), it's me." He said in a confused manner.

"Uh, sorry I have no clue who you are, sir." You discreetly tried to back away, not liking how close this man was to you.

"it's me, Cyrus."

".......what..?"

• Yeah, it was a real surprise all right. The man currently in front of you looked nothing alike the boy you remembered. No, this man was obtusely tall; nearly reaching the top of your door. His hair wasn't red, it was black. He told you he had dyed it recently. He had matured and toned muscle was clearly visible from the tight fitted shirt he wore.

• Now that you recognised who he was, you invited him in. Exited to see him again. What had happened during these past years? What was boarding school like? Things like that. Cyrus chuckled at your enthusiasm. He answered all your questions truthfully no he didn't and told you about things he'd achieved, like all the sports games he's won, how he goes to the gym all the time and how good his grades were.

• In the beginning you were happy to see him, though the feeling vanished the more you spoke with him. You expressed joy at his success, but it had turned into bragging. Something you were not fond of. Eventually you had enough and politely kicked him out, saying you were busy and had things to do.

• Cyrus stood outside the door, silent at the fact you asked him to leave so quickly. This wasn't supposed to happen. You were supposed to be impressed with him, all his achievements. His appearance mot of all. Just look at him, he's the total opposite compared to his younger self. Now he's strong, tall and confident. Shouldn't you fall for him? What was he going to do now that it didn't work? Maybe he should try again some other time, you said you were busy after all. He knew you weren't.

• He needed to come up with a new plan. One that would make sure you fall in love with him too. Otherwise he'll be forced to do something drastic.

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kitorin · 10 months

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2:59 am - Isagi Yoichi

kind of a part two to this, but can be read as a standalone!

Horror movies are cool.

The plots were fascinating, the acting and CGI were equally captivating. The problem was that they were scary.

It's obvious that they would be, that's the whole point; to evoke thrill and to trigger chemical reactions to simulate what it'd be like to be in danger. But Yoichi can't handle that well. Barely.

He loved all movies nights with you regardless of the genre, wrapped up together with a thick blanket, hours spent staring at the laptop with intrigue. Horror movies were no different since he was with you.

Even if it's a situation that physically cannot happen, like ghost stories or tales of the supernatural, for some reason he now suddenly believes that they exist.

Yoichi knows better than anyone else that he's always been a crybaby, bursting out into tears at the mere change in weather, or whenever his dad changed the channel to anything that wasn't soccer. He even started crying when he was watching his friend play Minecraft, and an Enderman teleported out of nowhere while screeching. Roblox horror games terrified him as a child, and his parents couldn't 'boo!' him because it'd always result in inconsolable bawling. It was obvious that jump scares was never his cup of tea.

But to be this affected, was almost embarrassing.

The clock's about to strike 3 am, the time that's dubbed as devil's hour. Yoichi doesn't even know why it's labelled as that, yet he's still paranoid something will happen, in the middle of your hallway.

There's a light on, for the sake of your younger siblings to feel a bit safer. Yoichi can't believe he's taking comfort in something that was implemented for a literal child to overcome their fear of the dark.

Just don't look left and right, focus on wherever's got light.

If he was thirsty he always could've waited for morning to come, but using the bathroom was a completely different story.

It's not his fault the premise of so many horror movies involved a dark corridor, and a grotesque entity emerging out of nowhere from the shadows. It's a miracle how you're able to sleep peacefully after a whole night of watching horror movie after horror movie.

Yoichi takes a deep breath, quickly striding from the restroom to yours. With a sigh of relief he gently closes the door, ready to join you to sleep again.

"Yocchan?" A groggy voice calls out to him.

He shrieks, loudly, it's so out of character considering his level headed and confident demeanor on field.

An awkward silence fills the room, as he realizes, it was just you.

God please kill me now, is the first thing that comes to mind.

You owlishly blink, still dazed from just awaking from your slumber. "Calm down, you'll wake up my siblings." You groan and yawn. "Did something happen?"

"No, you just surprised me there. Thought you were sleeping." Good, now please pass out so he'll never have to think of this moment again.

"Liar."

"It's true."

"You're a professional soccer player, you've been able to beat that German dude who's the best striker in your age group, and you're scared of me speaking?"

At this point he was praying you'd pass out right at this moment and forget about this by the time morning comes.

"I'm just madly in love with you to the point than anything you do makes me want to scream." It's an embarrassing truth, but far from a lie. "C'mon, you need to sleep, we stayed up really late."

You jokingly scoff. "Fine."

He slowly walks over to your bed, tightly wrapping his lean arms around you, hiding from his irrational frights. When you turn off the night light he's paranoid again, grip around you strengthening.

"Yocchan."

"Yes love?"

"You're clinging onto me, really tightly."

He gulps a bit, weakening his arms. "Sorry." He buries his face into your neck instead, still scared of his own thoughts. Only a few more hours til the sun rises and the day starts, he only has to endure this for a bit more, all he has to do is pass out and he'll be okay.

"You're trembling." You mumble as you're about to doze off. "Are you cold? I'll get you a hoodie and another blanket just in case-" You barely get up before Yoichi pulls you back into bed.

"No, tonight was just scary." No point in hiding it now. "Just stay. Please. I keep thinking that stupid doll from that one movie will appear."

"Idiot." You locked him into your embrace again. " You should've told me, I don't even like horror that much, I just didn't want to watch them alone." Your fingers reach towards his face to give his cheeks a firm yet gentle pinch.

"First you pretend you're good with chili at the noodle place now this?" His mouth almost burns at the mention and thought of the memory. Sure he couldn't handle it and was turning red, but they still tasted amazing and it was worth seeing you enjoy yours.

"Yes yes, I know I'm stupid. Stupidly in love with you." It's cheesy yet it still makes you grin. "I wanna sleep now. G'night. I love you."

He knows he shouldn't go overboard and do the things he doesn't synergise with well just because you like them. But anything's worth it if it's with you, he'll eventually recover from having too much chili and one day he'll be able to sit through a jump scare without his soul leaving his body.

"I love you too." You mumble in response, smile tugging at your lips and feeling the warmth of his proximity.

With the comfort of you and your words, and how the blanket engulfed you two, any intrusive thoughts remaining in Yoichi's mind dissipated that night; though your siblings still can't comprehend why and how that scream happened last night; and who did it.

Tagging : @kiyumiya

#this is kinda messy + unproofread but oh well #blue lock #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #bllk #fluff #isagi yoichi blue lock #isagi yoichi #bllk isagi #isagi yoichi x reader #isagi x y/n #isagi x reader #isagi x you #isagi yoichi x you #isagi yoichi imagines #isagi yoichi fluff #fanfic #yoichi isagi x you #yoichi isagi

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Why do you (personally) think so many Steve fans loathe the idea of him becoming a dad? becoming a parent is the only dream we know he has, but it's thrown in the trash in most fics. I keep reading about steve being childless by choice, because the party is enough for him, which I really don't get, they're only 4 years younger than him, their relationship is brotherly, not parental, and they have their own parents who raised them. I love found family, but it's not the same as raising children

Oooh. Anon you are so bold giving this to me, a person who has an elaborate studio era lavender marriage au where Steve and Robin just. Get adopted by children who break into their house AND one where Steve becomes brotherdad to his half sister. A person who clearly also doesn't know why people have future!Steve childless. Man attracts kids like the pied piper.

But let me try. I have some ideas.

First off there's less space between Steve and Dustin than me and my little sister, but more than me and my big brother, so I can for sure say, you definitely become more friends less caretakery with your siblings once you/they are not fourteen. Still protective though. Maybe many people writing those don't have close sibling relationships with moderate age gaps? Like, there's a point where you feel comfortable letting your little sibling do mostly whatever, because they're big, but you're not gonna let them get hurt if you can stop it. There's also never a point where you stop looking at your older sibling to help you. That doesn't mean my big brother is like my dad?? It's very different, and that's important!! The Party for sure has a sibling-like relationship with Steve, especially Dustin, and Max, and I'd say Lucas (he has a little sister, but no older sibling, and Steve and Erica are scoops troop bonded so. Bonus brother for Lucas!)(will and Mike have their own older siblings. El and Steve interaction WHEN!!!!) and they all have actual parents. So yeah. Steve has a gaggle of little siblings he'd fucking die for, and his kids are going to have so many uncles/aunts/non-binary sibling of parent (there is no good word for that)

So. I think it's possible that because a lot of people headcanon Steve as queer, that immediately makes "having kids" a bit more complicated given the state of things for queer folk in the 80's. That's fair.

With that, possibly people sort of...transfer Steve wanting kids and a big family to working with kids. Which isn't that big of a leap for Steve! He obviously does well with the Party and Erica, and he canonically worked as a lifeguard, which almost definitely means he taught swimming too! (Small pool def wanted duel certs. Trust me). He likes kids, works well with them, and wants them. These are three things that are separate, but blend well with each other.

However I don't really agree. Obviously being parents was harder for gay/queer people in the eighties, especially men. But it wasn't unheard-of! I think saying that because he's queer and in a relationship with a man in the eighties that he'd have to give up on his dream of being a dad is rude. There would be obstacles but, really, I think Steve would see it as totally worth it.

Another reason I think people don't want to give future Steve kids is. Listen it's been a while since I saw it but. His little speech was pretty embarrassing. Mostly because it was to Nancy. And that he followed up on the way to vecna and said he thought it would be her there too... Literally any other character would have made it not awkward, but because he and Nancy haven't talked about anything other than the upside down since season 2, it was awkward and bad. If it was ANYONE ELSE it would have been so cute (it still kinda is just. Ignore that they tried to give stancy development without actually giving them development) like if Robin was there? If Dustin or Max? Erica? Lucas? Were sitting in that seat, it'd be Steve sharing a dream of a big family he had, trying to lighten the mood, of opening up to people he cared about. They'd tease him, but the implication of him wanting them there as well would be clear and very cute. Adorable.

Because those are characters that don't have the same baggage in their relationship with Steve, but the six nuggets speech was made to Nancy so immediately it's already a bit off for people who want the characters to actually, y'know, talk about the past and move forward from it. Nancy and Steve's relationship is so messy and interesting and if they wanted me to get into actually rooting for it then maybe they should have an actual conversation about it!! And have Nancy break up with Jon before!! Not just half dreams of the future while her bf isn't there!

People also try to use it as saying Steve assumed Nancy would? Just be a Sahm? Or something? When that was never the implication? Maybe Nancy would have interpreted it that way, but I didn't. Steve wanted a big family who spent lots of quality time together having adventures. Six kids is a lot, but I betcha if Steve thought that much about having that many kids and road tripping to the ocean, he was probably imagining being the primary caretaker of those lil nuggs. He was daydreaming about first day of kindergarten and tearing up for real I know it.

Also I think people are cowards if they don't think Robin and Steve would get convenience married and adopt a couple kids even tho Robin is slightly terrified of toddlers (they are fast and they BITE) and Steve would be Robin's trophy husband who's a stay at home dad that wages physiological suburban warfare by being a Wife Guy and the envy of all early nineties housewives.

#stranger things #steve harrington #the party #steve and the party #steddie #stobin #also kinda sorta not actually but just to be safe #anti stancy #findaanswers #finda's rambles #anonasaurus #i love you anon i love you so much #should i readmore this or nah?#six little nuggets #steve just. accidentally acquiring children is actually my favourite thing. thats why it happens in two of the aus i love most lmao #also anon. my love. what fics are you reading there. bc usually i see steve getting to be a parent? or too young #but also have seen some where he isnt i guess. maybe most of the fics ive read are him being young so not ready for kids yet

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To Build a Home

Chapter 4: Show Yourself

A/N: If the chapter title didn't give me away, I listened to Idina Menzel's "Show Yourself" a lot whilst writing this chapter. Ahh, the memories... 🥰😅

TW! No trigger warnings.

Masterlist / Chapter 3

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Raph waited for Val to turn and shut the door, then silently slipped through the open window.

As one would expect, she freaked out.

The woman shrieked, grasping at the doorknob for support. It took a moment for her to realise who it was she was looking at, then fear quickly morphed into an odd combination of relief and anger.

"You're an ass."

She was upset. Understood. He did leave her hanging.

"Sorry," Raph replied sheepishly. A few more moments passed where neither said a thing. This was beyond awkward. Their relationship already felt so...is intimate the word? Yet they've never had an actual conversation.

The terrapin glanced about the apartment. It was old, with outdated appliances and thin, scratchy carpet. Yet it was immaculately clean; not a stain, speck of dust, or clutter of any kind to be found. In fact, she'd barely any possessions at all. Just a sofa bed, set of drawers, dining table and chairs. The only items that provided him any clues to her character were several small dishes on the kitchen counter, containing sprouted kitchen scraps, and a self-portrait with two younger, similar-looking individuals (siblings?) atop the drawer.

Raph noticed the scarf and pocketknife scattered at his feet and scooped them up. She approached him to retrieve the items, before setting them down neatly on the dining table.

He then noticed the lit candle, emanating a pleasant vanilla scent, and the single birthday card sitting next to it on the table.

"Is it ya birthday?" He enquired, gesturing to the card. Val glanced behind her to where he was pointing.

"Yeah," she answered, turning back to him. "Twenty-three today. Well, if you wanna get technical, in about...what time is it? 10:27. So, thirty minutes."

"Oh." His estimation was way off. "You're older than ya look."

"Yeah, I get that a lot," Val attempted a smile, but it disappeared as quickly as it came. "I was convinced you weren't gonna show up..."

"Yeah," Raph murmured, now struggling to maintain eye contact. "I, uh... I didn't think I would either..."

She still looked so cold with her flushed face, blue lips, and ashen skin. She'd been out there for so long in nothing but a shirt and pants, waiting for him, for him not to show up.

He felt ashamed.

"Were you watching me?" Her dark eyes burned into his. "While I was up there?"

The terrapin took a long, unsteady breath. "Y-yeah..." he finally answered. He saw the exact moment her face fell.

He'd hurt her.

This was such a shit idea...

She turned her gaze away from him, expression indeterminable. He expected her to snap and yell at him to leave or something in that vein, but she didn't.

She faced him again and asked, "What made you change your mind?"

What did make him change his mind? His emotions ruling over any logical thinking, as usual. Leo was going to have a field-day watching him suffer in the Hashi.

In all seriousness, he honestly couldn't pinpoint what pushed him to see her. Guilt? Intrigue? A yearning for connection? Unfortunately, he wasn't going to be able to give her a straight answer on that.

"I dunno," he answered earnestly, shrugging his shoulders. "It just... happened, I guess..."

Val simply nodded. She was so difficult to read in that moment; it was disconcerting...

"I-I do know though that I owe ya big for helping me that night. I woulda died if it weren't for you..."

Raph could see her steely expression soften as her gaze fell on his bandaged shoulder. Admittedly, he felt a little self-conscious under her scrutiny. It'd been weeks since he trained, so he'd lost a fair amount of muscle mass. He felt weak, and oddly exposed.

Donnie was prepared to make him wait another fortnight, citing 'wound dehiscence' or some shit like that, but he was having no more of it. He wasn't about to spend another two weeks holed up inside, doing jack fucking shit.

"Did anyone tell ya what happened?"

"That you were jumped and shot."

"Pretty much, yeah."

"What happened there - to your head?"

"Bullet skimmed the top of it."

Val's eyes grew wide. "Jesus...!” She gasped. “You're lucky they didn't blow your head off."

"Yeah..."

Raph was still miffed about how things transpired that night. He could try to justify it all he wanted but, at the end of the day, he ended up doing fuck all for anyone.

An innocent person still died and at least one of the perps is still at large. As a fun bonus, he inadvertently gave the Purple Motherfuckers a reason to target them.

All in all, a perfect fucking nightmare.

"Would you like some tea, or coffee?" Val gingerly asked, gesturing toward the kitchen. "I've got decaf, if caffeine isn't your thing. I love coffee, but I can't have any more than one regular one. It gives me the jitters..."

She rambles when she’s nervous. Cute.

"I can't, sorry... I've actually gotta head back to work."

"Oh, okay." She sounded surprised; he couldn't blame her. "What do you do, if you don't mind my asking?"

How do I positively describe vigilantism?

"Uh, well..." he began, wracking his brain for a suitable answer. "We... facilitate arrests, basically. Help the cops out a bit. The Feds also use us when they need help with bank heists and whathaveya; we're like their 'Ninja SWAT team', heh..."

The government knows about them, but most of the general public don't. They tried staying hidden, but acts committed by certain people (i.e., Mikey and himself... Okay, mostly him) forced them out into the open.

Cutting a long story short, they ended up collaborating with the NYPD to prevent an alien invasion, of all things. It felt validating for them to finally be acknowledged for their contributions to the city and as mentioned, an arrangement was made.

He could see the cogs in Val’s brain turning; she was trying to understand but was struggling to get there.

"It’s a lot," he reassured her, which seemed to put her at ease somewhat. The terrapin felt an abrupt buzzing sensation, and he stole a glance at his belt. His pager was going off. He had to leave.

"I don't have any more time to explain it to ya, unfortunately..." He jabbed a thumb over his shoulder toward the fire escape. “I really need to get goin’...”

He turned to leave, but she stopped him.

"Well, would you have enough time over dinner?" She seemed almost frantic. "I didn't get the chance to say what I need to say to you. So...c-can I possibly convince you to meet me, one more time?"

"...I really shouldn't-"

“Look, I completely understand if you don’t wanna have anything else to do with one another... I just hope that that decision isn’t being influenced by what you saw that night. Because there’s so, so much more to me than that..."

Raph felt conflicted. Yes, that was part of it, but the main reason was that it was simply too risky.

The Turtles were comforted somewhat by the fact that their existing human friends have the means to defend themselves. Casey was a professional hockey player and street fighter, and April a Kunoichi. Two months ago, this woman could've been blown away by a slight breeze.

How could he, in good conscience, engage in a friendship with her when he knew she couldn't protect herself?

It would be irresponsible.

At the same time, she was insanely brave for risking her safety to help a stranger. Sadly, in their experience, most people would have just turned tail and ran. But she didn't. Even when he told her to leave, she stayed. She kept him safe when he couldn't defend himself and helped reunite him with his family. Her intervention saved his life, and such an act deserved recognition.

If another meeting with him was what she wanted, then he was prepared to do everything in his power to make that happen.

“I’ll see what I can do,” he finally answered. Val, who looked like she'd been holding her breath, finally relaxed.

“Thank you...”

“I can’t promise anythin’,” he added. “But I’ll try.”

The woman nodded.

Raph's pager buzzed, again, and he growled under his breath. If he made them wait any longer, they'd start tracking his location... If they weren't doing so already.

“Sorry, I’m keeping you...” Val stepped aside. “You can go, if you want... Thank you, Raph.”

Raph paused a moment, stunned by that not only did she know his name, but his nickname...

Mikey.

When the shock finally wore off, he acknowledged her briefly, before slipping out through the window and into the night.

The most difficult part was yet to come – convincing Leo.

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“Oh, how kind of you two to finally grace us with your presence!”

Here we go...

Trudging into the Lair, Raph and Mikey were immediately confronted by their incensed eldest brother. “Do you guys not know how to answer the damn phone?!” Leo exclaimed as he rose from his seat in the living room. “Where have you been – and don’t you dare lie, because I know exactly where.”

“Where were we then, Leo?” Straightening his posture and distending his plastron, Raph attempted physically discouraging Leo, to which the leader in blue responded by matching his brother’s offensive stance.

Leo’s scowl deepened. “Don’t start with me, Raph,” He growled. “Why were you at that girl’s apartment?”

“We were just dropping off the stuff she left behind,” Mikey insisted, attempting to diffuse the situation.

“And that takes twenty minutes, does it?”

“Hang on – how'd ya know it was her apartment?” Raph demanded. The red-banded terrapin turned to Donnie, who immediately averted his gaze. Quickly realising what they'd done, he fixed his gaze on his eldest brother, who was still loudly expressing his disappointment.

“You’re unbelievable...” He scoffed, shaking his head. “I can’t believe this! You, of all people... Where’s the honour in invadin’ someone’s privacy, Leo?? And ya got Don to do the dirty work for ya... You’re a goddamn hypocrite!”

“I had my reasons,” Leo replied curtly.

“Oh, really? Pray tell.”

“I'll do anything and everything in my power to protect this family, Raph. Unlike you-”

“She’s harmless!”

“How would you know?” The leader challenged. “You didn’t even know her name; we had to tell you that. Unless there’s something you aren’t telling us, you know the least about her out of the four of us.”

The red-banded terrapin growled in exasperation. All three of his brothers were looking at him now, waiting for him to respond. The jig was up.

“Fine,” he relented. “Yeah, there is somethin’. I have met her before. Briefly.”

Leo eyed him suspiciously. “When, and how?”

He doesn’t need to know the finer details...

“When - the night I watched Tyler; the ‘how’ ain’t my business to tell.”

“That makes zero sense.”

“That’s what I told him!” Mikey blurted. Raph shot him a sharp look.

“Ya wanna know so badly,” the red-banded terrapin returned his gaze to his eldest brother, words dripping with disgust. “Instead of creepin' around on her public record, talk to her. She wants a meeting – more specifically, with me.”

Raph paused a moment to compose himself. He had to try to appeal to Leo’s better nature, otherwise this argument was going to continue in circles.

“Listen,” he began, voice even now. “This girl needs some closure; I think the least we can do is give her that. Doncha think?”

Masterlist / Chapter 5

#teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #tmnt raph #tmnt raphael #tmnt raph x oc #oc val scott #tmnt 2007 #raph x oc #raphael x oc #tmnt donatello #tmnt donnie #tmnt mikey #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt fanfic #tmnt oc #tmnt leo #tmnt leonardo #tmnt fanfiction #to build a home

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cactikiki · 8 months

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oooooooh you wanna talk about ur headcanons sooo bad

(srsly tho i'd love to see :3)

rubs my evil little hands together

Thank you kindly for the ask. I finally have an excuse to infodump about headcanons hehehehehe

You didn't specify who for, soooo I'm gonna go for 3 star fam + Cassie for this

Gregory Bowman

14 (at the time of RUIN, 12 during GGY)

Venezuelan

The most GNC kid you've ever seen, but people confuse him for a girl sometimes. He isn't super happy about that (he's ftm). Also, he's bi

Autistic

He gets overwhelmed with crowds, bright lights and strong smells (especially as patient 46. The Mimic made his autism stronger /hj)

He also gets migraines when the Mimic/Dr. Rabbit is messing with his mind.

He has a special interest in coding! He wanted to make video games when he was a little younger

Doesn't like to let his emotions get to him. He tries to push forward through them no matter what.

He tries to act tough to spite his small stature, and got into fights in school often because of it

Vanessa does his hair now. He likes it the way it is, so doesn't ask her to change it. He has let Cassie style it for fun before

His hair was hacked at with a pocket knife to keep it short while he was Dr. Rabbit. It looked far worse in GGY era than SB era.

Since hanging out with Cassie, he's been putting makeup on regularly. It's only black eyeliner and nail polish, though

He's always drawing or doodling. He finds it relieves stress if he doesn't overthink it (which, like all artists, he sometimes does)

Gets a lot of graphic nightmares about what the Mimic did while in his mind. Before recovering his memory, he thought they were just that– nightmares.

He's seriously scared of the dark, to the point he hallucinates things moving in it

Used to own every piece of Freddy merch there was, until he ran away from home

He came from a fairly rich family. Not super rich, but rich enough to own a big house. It was mainly his relatives and his dad that had the money, while his mom was simply an indie writer

His parents threw money at him sometimes, and once he'd met Tony it'd gone straight to him a number of times

Was homeless for a few months, living on the streets and spending many nights at Cassie's. Eventually he started staying at the Pizzaplex. His memories of where and when are muddled.

Sees Vanessa as an older sister figure, Cassie a younger sister, and Freddy as parental (but don't tell any of them that)

One of his front teeth is missing because it was knocked it out while someone fought him back as Dr. Rabbit.

He's part of the 1% that actually likes sodaroni.

Vanessa A.

Lesbian

Loved cooking, reading and gaming before the Glitchtrap stuff happened. She's slowly gotten back into it after taking Gregory in, but doesn't play games very often anymore unless it's with him.

She's really awkward with people she doesn't know very well. And, despite trying her best, she often ends up freaking people out with some insanely obscure dark fact she knows, usually about Fazbear Entertainment's past.

Remembers everything from when she was Vanny, but it is slightly fuzzy

She pushed away all her friends and family when she was Vanny, and has yet to reconnect out of worry of something going wrong and them ending up hurt. She has considered sending Gregory to be with them in the past.

Her grandmother passed not long before she was Vanny, and the two were particularly close. She'd taken the house and had not been able to live in it until she was freed.

She used to be louder, but now she tends to be quiet and reserved. Some of her old personality shines through when she's with Gregory, when she teases him like an older sibling would

She's paranoid and overthinks things. She's scared Fazbear Entertainment will come knocking for Freddy, or that the Mimic will find out where they are through the internet, or a variety of irrational fears

Has a large scar on her waist from stray machinery in the sinkhole

Hasn't told Gregory about what the Mimic truly is, nor what it did to him, hoping to protect him.

Since Gregory can't remember much of his life from before, Vanessa promises she'll help him remember-- but she's grateful for some of the things he doesn't.

Freddy Fazbear

He charges overnight in the basement with a contraption Gregory came up with using an old car battery. The battery lasts 12 hours before needing a recharge.

He has been accidentally left in a room alone by Gregory and Vanessa before, who forget sometimes that he's just a head now

On occasion the trio go on picnics to quiet places where they can be alone, and on these occasions Freddy gets to see the world– he's very excited about seeing new things outside of the plex!

He can now connect to the internet, and was able to download all of the Pizzaplex's blueprints this way. He can also now be used as a projector.

Since his Faz-wrench port was on his body, Gregory fitted a USB port to Freddy's head; it's janky, but it works long enough to transfer a few files.

Gregory has asked about Bonnie, although Freddy doesn't talk about him much. He mostly fondly recalls memories before getting upset and not wanting to speak more.

He's often the one to stop the sibling-ish arguments between Vanessa and Gregory

He doesn't know it, but Gregory's been researching how to build small animatronics for a few months so he can build Freddy a new body as a surprise. He… Hasn't gotten very far, yet

He still sings on occasion, but finds it brings him memories of his friends, which (similarly to Bonnie) he doesn't like to think about too much.

He feels incredibly guilty for what happened to all of his friends. He doesn't blame Gregory in the slightest, but does wish he'd taken a different approach.

Cassie Reyes

14 (at the time of RUIN, her birthday was that very day)

Dominican

AuDHD

Trans + bi, like Gregory! But is mtf

Loves video games and would play them with Gregory all the time. She tended to prefer cosier games, while he liked RPGs– they played Minecraft together often, which kept them both satisfied.

Super emotional, considers herself a crybaby. She tries to hide it behind a sassy, sometimes bossy exterior

She imagines alternate situations a lot and pretends things are different than they really are. She can't cope with change or loss very easily.

When she wants to do something, she will do anything to achieve her goal + won't rest until she does. She overworks herself and thinks too much about things she shouldn't

Her mom died when she was 6. It's been just her and her dad since then

Her dad recently (as of RUIN) left for some reason, he didn't say– only leaving money and a note. She might drive herself crazy looking for him in future.

She's the weird kid in class. She doesn't have any real friends and gets bullied for being into 'childish things'.

The wolf kid. The very reason she prefers Roxy over the others.

Her second favorite character is Chica! Although she likes all the characters a lot. She also remembers liking Bonnie before he disappeared-- even her dad couldn't tell her what happened.

She watches cartoons and writes essays or fics about them in her spare time

While Gregory was homeless and visiting her, on the colder days, she'd let him in for movies and hot cocoa and they'd make a blanket fort. Sometimes Gregory would spend these nights falling asleep on Cassie, watching her play animal crossing or stardew valley

She won both the Roxy and Freddy talky for her and Gregory at the Pizzaplex during her birthday. Gregory would sometimes come within range while she was at home just to walkie something incredibly stupid or annoying, before getting out of range too fast for Cassie's complaints to be heard

She hates sodaroni and feels nauseous every time Gregory drinks it right in front of her like it's nothing.

#My sillies #If you wanna see more hcs just ask!!#This is only the tip of the iceberg for these three #And I haven't even gotten into the other characters.....#Also ALL of this is canon to Aftermath!! Sometimes my hcs differ between fics jshdjbd #There are hints to plot points in this lmao #fnaf #fnaf security breach #fnaf ruin #gregory #Vanessa #Cassie #glamrock freddy #Headcanons #GGY

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skitskatdacat63 · 11 months

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thinking so hard about . when exactly in the martian timeline they hated and loved eachother can u help me .. cause after turkey 2010 they had their love moments as well and even in 2012 they had their buddy buddy moments so idk !!! they’re confusing

OH MY GOD IM SO SORRY I MEANT TO REPLY TO THIS AND THEN I JUST COMPLETELY FORGOT, SO: hello :D

This is something I think about often as well. Teammates are a weird dynamic in F1 because you're forced to compete for the same resources and against each other in the WDC, but at the same time have to still think combined for the team, for the WCC. I think teammate relationships are like being siblings or like being in a marriage(actually I think Mark has said this before haha.) You can never fully hate or separate from each other, even if you go through rough patches, because you're stuck together and have had the same experiences, for good or for worse.

Turkey 2010 is funny because I think that was one of their first bad moments as teammates, right? And I love that RBR made them take that couples therapy, "us in our get-along shirt", picture. That's what I mean by going through the same experiences, like yeah they were probably pissed at each other but were also probably bonding over the hilarity/awkwardness of RBR making them do damage control.

I just think it's probably difficult to stay upset with someone consistently when you're constantly working with them, and you've also experienced the highest highs and lowest lows with each other. I think I referenced this in my Martian champagne pics post but it's kinda funny when you look through all of those shared podiums that Mark always seemed to be way more willing to spray Seb and smile at him when Mark was the one who won(Literally 3/4 of the pics from that post when they were both at RBR were from Mark's wins.) Like it was such a "I can't stay mad at you 🤭" relationship with them. Like with Mark in particular, it feels like whenever he got a better result, he was mostly like "I shall forgive your transgressions." But then 2013 was kind of the last straw for him, with Multi-21, and especially since he really was getting crushed by Seb and not even getting any wins like in the prev years. But then, by removing himself from it all when retiring, he was able to take a step back and see what it was like to not be in constant, direct competition anymore.

Idk if I'm the best person to ask as I don't think I'm in any measures a great Martian scholar. But these are my thoughts :D I just think being teammates in such a competitive environment can result in such love-hate relationships and that Martian is one of the greatest examples of how it fluctuates. I think it'd be really difficult to try and parse when exactly they were on good or bad terms. For me, tbh I think it kinda correlates with Mark's results because I think with just that whole situation, where they were in as teammates directly competing at the very top, it was a lot easier for Mark, rather than Seb, to start feeling resentment as he was generally drawing the shorter straw most of the time.

Basically, teammates(Martian especially) are bonded through triumph and trauma

#wow wrote a lot haha #i never ended up posting it but i drafted a post w similar thoughts to what i said here #like how martian has a rly odd relationship bcs yeah they were both competing w each other at the top constantly #but then both of their peaks in terms of results were when they were teammates #so you can't really think of either of their most successful periods without thinking of the other!!#like yeah im annoyed at my teammate for screwing me but hey look at us!! winning the wcc!!#but that thing i said abt podiums is so true hahaha pls look its kinda hilarious to me #but yeah i wouldnt say im a martian scholar or anything as i havent been here all that long #but these are my thoughts!!#teammates in f1 remind me kf what being siblings is like #you go through rough patches and are annoyed w each other but cant imagine what itd be like without them #because theyre the only person who understanda the greater circumstances that youre under and relates!!#i cant find it but theres some quote i really love about not wanting to lose a sibling bcs it is the most unique dynamic #and that is how teammates are to me!!#catie.asks.#martian #sebmark

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dapper-shipping-forever · 10 months

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The reunion with the fate siblings. Jacks hasn't seen his sister in centuries and she comes back swinging, lmao. Please enjoy reading !

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Heavy footsteps reverberated throughout the hallway. Behind Jacks, the sounds of loud chatter and drunken cheers floated to the second story. It was too hot; the crowds and obnoxious individuals had set him in a foul mood. Thoroughly frustrated, he sought to get away and hole inside his quarters for a bit.

His mind wandered. He thought to who was waiting, or rather who he was waiting for. His steps slow somewhat, a deep frown falling on him. It'd been months since the fates were freed from the deck, about that long since he'd went to find and bring her here. Yet his sister hasn't awoken. It was somewhat like her to act stubborn that way, he already wanted to scold her for making him wait like that; but to do that, she needed to come back.

He remembers finding her, exactly where he knew she'd be because it was exactly where he'd reappeared after being freed himself; they'd been together when they had been trapped. He wouldn't say it, but he'd held his breath, drawn in with a sharp gasp, when he'd seen her laying on the ground. She looked just the same as when he'd seen her centuries before; part of him had been afraid he couldn't remember her right after nearly a decade of being surrounded by false depictions. They never got her just right. First of all she was far more irritating than people represented her as being; none of them showed the wicked grin she donned every time she saw the ideal chance to poke at him, or the dumb little laugh she let out at his expense. All depictions of her felt off; artists, actors, and poets, everyone who tried recreating her image couldn't capture her, not the way that he knew her. But his memory persisted, and he knew his sister at a glance. Not a drawing on a card or a painting on a wall, his actual sister lay before him.

He'd brought her with him back to his new, temporary, residence. He knew she wouldn't move much for a while, the centuries of being trapped inside her card exhausting her, and has been watching her for when she wakes since then. It's natural for the older brother to have to watch out for his little sister.

She hasn't as much as stirred since he'd found her. What a nuisance; he's not sure exactly how drained her energy had been. He tugs a frustrated hand across his hair, opening the door to his sitting room and stepping inside with a low sigh; the door swung and clicked behind him.

"There you are, I was beginning to wonder if you actually were the person who took me here." A familiar voice he knew from centuries ago spoke from further in.

Jacks's head snapped towards it, towards the girl with her mop of pale hair and wicked grin; he looked as if he'd all the hair suckerpunched out of him when he spoke, letting his hand fall loosely. "Ah, sister."

The Muse. Gillian. His little sister who he'd been waiting for raised her hands in two little waves, wiggling her fingers midair. "Tis I." She dropped her hands, letting both arms swing while she rocked on her heels. Her eyes darted around the room; she smiled, though there was a tinge of awkwardness around the room too. Neither of them have been overtly affectionate with each other before, they've also been close but in the way someone is intrinsically tied to a mortal enemy; they'd sooner go at each other's throats than show vulnerability. But, he can't deny the way some burden inside him feels like it lessens seeing her again. He's glad, he supposes, she's safe. Does he hug her? That'd be weird. They're both unsure what to say now that they're together again after being freed. After a long, silent minute, she speaks again. "This place feels like it suits you, brother. Though, I half expected you'd be living inside a palace by now."

There's probably other things he should say now, but his response is a quick, half mumbled. "I was." His eyes are wide open, looking at her. He'd imagined their reunion a couple times, but had never gotten a solid idea of how he'd be. It wasn't like him to get caught on something silly, he'd been used to having a handle on things including himself.

She blows out what's almost a chuckle. "Yeah, that tracks." Her eyes slide back to him, flushing a little under his stare. "You're being creepy, staring at me that way, Jacks." She bluntly states.

He blinks, regaining some control of himself. He scowls. "I am not creepy."

Now she laughs. "You are though; you're the biggest creep out of them all." She takes another glance around the room, less out of avoidance and more curiosity. "But you're also pretty slippery, it seems. I know I was exhausted from being freed, yet you seem at home; too well established to have just gotten out of the deck as well." She narrows her eyes, a curious glint within them. "How long have you been out?"

He looks away; it's not as if he feels bad for getting out years ago, it wasn't his decision and he's not selfless enough to have any desire to have stayed there. It's simply that a small part of him under her gaze says he could've freed her sooner too. "A couple of years, now."

She hums, eyeing the desk and it's few ornaments sitting atop it near her. "Well, you're gonna have to tell me all the details of what you've been doing. Knowing you, it's likely rather full of drama and shenanigans."

Jacks shakes his head, but isn't refusing it. "You and your narratives."

"Hey, I like being entertained, same as you; our tastes just differ in that mine are superior to you." She winks, and it draws a small smile to Jacks's mouth; more genuine than it has been in a good while. It's quiet again, Gill eyes Jacks with a strange look before she let's out a breath and nods like she's found some determination. She spreads her arms out wide. "Alright, I am going to hug you for a few seconds and then we never have to speak of it again." She announces aloud.

Jacks could've broken into laughter right there, but he gave her a bemused look instead. He puffs out a breath. "What a kid." He says, but he makes no protest when she walks closer and wraps her tiny arms around him. He puts his arms around her shoulders as well. Though he put on the act of indifference and she'd said just a couple seconds and they'd never have to acknowledge they hugged again, he finds his grasp on her is firm, holding her tight. If the slightly shaky hold she has on him is an indicator, she missed him as well.

They hug for a while, then Jacks feels her pause. "Wait a second." She pulls back and slaps her hands hard onto his neck.

"Ow, what the shit, Gill !" Jacks yells.

She gasps, and he realizes what she's noticed now. Before, when she'd seen him, he'd been frigid to the touch. Now though, there's warmth within him. She can feel it, thrumming across his body. "You asshole ! Mister 'love isn't worth seeking out' ! How many times have you said it's idiotic to fixate on true love !" She starts hitting his chest, not hard enough to be damaging but enough to hurt a little; her small fists pound at him, indignantly enraged at her brother.

"It wasn't like I was looking ! Quit hitting me, moron !" He growls, getting irritated.

She hits him again. Harder that time. Then she grabs his shoulders and stares him intensely in the face, rage simmered by sparkling intrigue. "Who is it?" The spell on him was broken, and it only could've been accomplished by Jacks's true love.

"She's none of your concern." Jacks sighs, again unable to look directly at her now because of a different reason.

"It's a she, huh?" She looks victorious at having gotten that information from him. "Come on, what's she like? Are you in love already?"

"Do I look human?" He raises a brow; she should have enough sense to gather that. "I've got no desire to fall in love like that, now and at all."

She huffs, frowning. "You have the audacity not only to discover your true love before me, you also aren't in love with her. You do suck."

An arrow practically lodges into him when she says that. "If you're that interested, you can have the woman."

She stops, actually thinking about it. "Is she cute?"

"She's incredibly frustrating, you two would get along splendidly." And he'd like to keep them from meeting, now that he says that.

"Well, if she gets on your nerves that much I already like her quite a lot. When can I meet your lady love." She tilts her head, that look in her eyes that means pain for him.

"Never, now stop bugging me already." He gives her a glare that she largely just ignores.

"Yeah, alright." She says, tone indicating she absolutely isn't dropping the topic until she's completely satisfied.

His shoulders sag like a rock was lifted off him when she takes her hands away. "I see the deck hasn't tampered any of that attitude." It's like all her energy returned at the same time since she woke.

She hums, choosing to ignore that as well. "Now then, I'm gonna go out and wander a while." She begins to skip to the door of the room.

Jacks quickly spins and catches her arms. "No you are definitely not !"

She groans, body slumping and head rolling dramatically. "Come on ! I want to see the kingdom, and I know there's tons of new art; it's been like centuries !"

Jacks sets his jaw, teeth digging into his tongue as he keeps her there. "I know you want to run off like the troublesome and distractible weasel that you are, but you need to stay low a while."

"But that's dumb. How come, when you obviously come and go whenever you want to?" She counters, pouting.

"Because if you're awake that means the other fates are awake." She starts to open her mouth, likely to say the other fates have no reason to attack her. He continues first. "That means Gavriel is awake too." The invocation of the Fallen Star gets her mouth to shut; he's glad those centuries in the card hadn't erased her common sense. He presses forward. "I know sooner or later you're going to slip out whether I say you can or can't, I just ask that you please, please, lay low and to stay here for a bit. Alright?"

She obviously wants to insist, but she sees his reason. "I can stay." She gives in.

Jacks lets loose a held breath, releasing her. "Good, thank you."

"But you need to entertain me." She quickly demands.

Yeah, he knew she'd say that. "Alright, whatever." If that got her to stay inside. He could get her to not push herself without saying that openly that way.

They had a lot to discuss about what Jacks had gotten into while she had stayed trapped, how he'd been freed, and the like. The fallen star and other dangerous fates being released wasn't entirely ideal, but that wasn't what he thought about when he looked at his little sister beside him. He was glad she's back.

#familial self ship #familial self shipping #self shipping #self ship community #self ship #self ship content #self ship story #dapper writes #familial.caraval

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unsettlingcreature · 3 months

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5, 7, 9, 13, 25 for the oc ask for Perseus 🫡 💖

5) how far is your oc willing to go yo get what they want?

So Perseus tends to make impulsive decisions that have large consequences. Typically his first reaction is self-sacrifice (like his life or his soul That One Time) but it's always something that only he's giving up. While he would rather find options other than violence, killing or the sacrifice of someone other than himself, that's probably where he draws the line - at least in pursuit of a bigger cause or to help someone else. For his own ambitions, he won't go very far at all partially because he is a very unambitious character overall.

7) what's one way your oc has changed since you first came up with them?

Honestly so much addjdhsksjddd. When I first made him, he was actually pretty bare bones because I was nervous about the (new) group I'd be playing with and wasn't sure how much backstory to give. A lot of the stuff that's now core to his character were things that were discovered through playing him.

If I had to pick one thing, it'd probably be his love life/sex life LMAO. Originally, I had him envisioned as a disaster bisexual and yeah, he definitely was in the end LMAO but I kind of viewed him as the kind of person to just end up stalling when it came to romance or sex. He was definitely awkward when flirted with and he was going to just pine uselessly when he realised Oh No I Have Feelings For An Idiot. And yet? The PPZG threesome happened so easily?? Good for him. Was a ménage-à-trois a sexual awakening for Persy? Yeagh. Good for him.

9) do you have a specific lyric or quote which you associate with your oc?

Lyrics are hard because I have a full playlist of songs that I think are Perseus coded and ordered according to his character arc/the campaign plot. Am I allowed to use a quote from my own writing?? Because I'm gonna. Also it's kind of long 😳

Once, he would have questioned where he fit in and what his value was. The templars would have made him a bishop. Caedis, a pawn. But Perseus knew who he was now, with his family - because that's what the Last Flame were - fighting alongside him. He was a Rook, one of the strongest pieces on the board and he’d stand between them and Unity for as long as he could.

13) if you met your oc, would the two of you get along?

I like to think so! Perseus is definitely one of my least abrasive characters despite his low Charisma and I think we could at least be on friendly terms if not become actual friends.

25) what is your favourite thing about your oc?

I think maybe his growth or just how through him, I've made some wonderful friends and created wonderful things with them. With Perseus, I got to meet all the players in the Last Flame and I think it helped me become good friends with Jojo (who played Aegis, Persy's brother, and is overall a really cool dude) and Rachel (who played Yesriel, aka the third honorary Rook sibling, and is really fun to play with at Empire) in particular. All of the players were awesome for that game tbh! Last Flame i miss u. Reunion tour when.

Not just that, but he really became a creative outlet for me - I drew and wrote so many things that I'm really proud of. I'll always throw Rook, Bishop, Pawn at people wanting to understand more about Perseus as a character because I think it's really well written (to toot my own horn) but having that fic be referenced in-game before the final fight was... it legit brought my to tears, I love my DM/brother so much sometimes.

It didn't even end once the campaign came to a close. Me and Lotus endlessly spawned AUs for that campaign, including the Velseus AU which we both loved so much (and that one day will definitely become more than scattered notes). There was the Modern/High School/Coffee Shop AU that became such a big point of collaboration between everyone and that is now the setting for my current big fic I'm working on!

I just ooouuurrgghhhhhhhhhh I love Perseus so much. He might be my roman empire.

#ch: perseus #ty for the asks beloved wife. i love talking about persy a lot o7

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yuukei-yikes · 1 year

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i hate second manga route for haruka and especially takane's stupid arcs but LIKE I ALWAYS SAY its got so much going for it. ayano and shintaro especially. ayano being the shittiest sister ever and shintaro being Literally the awesomest brother really gets me like its so funny

shintaro being so. Weird/mean in more typical routes because of retaining eyes even if it's repressed/inactive... i know its because kagepro was written in the course Of Years and it's honestly a game of telephone so it's more a matter of lack of consistency rather than this but i like to explain it with that lol

in main route shintaro and momo barely speaking, not being close at all. but in an original way they were THE closest siblings... sniff sniff. like so much was sacrificed in the way to their happy ending, their relationship being one. and for shintaro (with retaining) to eventually remember this but not momo... and how it'd cause a shift in his behavior bc he REMEMBERS all these moments they spent together in some other lifetime and how he felt about it then, and it's simultaneous with how he feels with this lifetime and this specific relationship he's built with his sister. it's a lot!! he doesn't stop being him, but all these other routes are overwritten over one another and how he feels in each one is completely simultaneous with how he feels about the present. augh. this is complicated for all his relationships ofc like (drum rolls) takane because of Many reasons but for example he fucking killt her once and he KNOWS that. but hehe. kisaragi siblings. that was just my obligatory takane mention bc i can't help myself BUT IM TALKING ABT SHINTARO AND MOMO

momo just sees shintaro acting awkward and trying to approach her and she's like 😐weird. ofc she still reciprocates!! like DAMN shintaro wanting to be her brother and get closer to her?? it's one of her biggest wishes come true!!!! but its awkward as fuck!!

shintaro is dealing with MANY things as he goes through life with all these memories + living past the end of the story, and momo is terrified of scaring shintaro away because she doesn't KNOW all he knows and he's shit at trying to communicate and just talk. but maybe their mom can come home and be like oh. u guys are watching tv together?? thats strange. and theyre like oh. yeah i guess <- wrestled for who got the remote, momo obviously won, shintaro complains but still stays to watch whatever the hell obscure tv show momo is into. shintaro keeps criticizing it and momo's like just leave if it bothers u so much and he's like NO. im googling the directors and writers of this as we speak.

also i know ive said this 1000 times but car guy shintaro. this guy gets his license and is everyone's taxi driver. but ESPECIALLY momo. he drives her to school everyday and they scream sing together the entire way. momo makes a car playlist to sing with him but will never admit it's a playlist specifically made with shintaro in mind and how funny she thinks it'll be when call me maybe comes on and shintaro will be like AUGGH THIS SUCKS LOWER THE VOLUME but immediately starts singing too.

AND ALSO he tries teaching her how to drive and she crashes their mom's car and shintaro takes the blame. as punishment he can't use the car for a while. in that while momo still gets her license Somehow even though she is an awful awful driver and now since shintaro isnt allowed to drive for a bit momo is taking him and he's FIGHTING FOR HIS LIFE.

anyways kisaragi siblings😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 also ayaki not only watching shintaro managing to get closer to momo in this lifetime too, but also sees ayano be this supposedly perfect big sister.

post str ayano with all this guilt over abandoning her siblings and feeling totally incapable of everything, both academically and emotionally. but ayaki is still a little jealous bc even if she Knows how ayano must feel (despite not even being in her head like with shintaro. she knows bc she IS ayano) kano kido and seto DO see her as a good big sister. i think ayaki harbors certain "hatred" for the surviving ayano because she. hates herself. and this ayano has everything ayaki fought for and is still just as incapable and it pisses her off. i think both ayanos feel horrible specifically about kano's involvement in everything and what he had to deal with when ayano died. ayaki thinks god. i/she still failed for protect him. this SUCKS. she knows ayano hates herself bc she hates her and she is her💥

....and also in case of shinaya ayakis like THIS IS RIDICULOUSSS!! HIM OF ALL PEOPLE?!?!?! COME ONNNN. erm anyways💥

#kagepro #shintaro kisaragi #momo kisaragi #ayano tateyama #kagenalysis #kagevinnie #headcanons

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asknarashikari · 1 year

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During a trip or gathering, due to booking system error main riders were bunked with their secondary rider (or tertiary or any rider if the pairs were couple) plus the room only have one bed (queen size for example). How's the night going to be?

Tsukasa: ...Oh dear. Someone's going to end up sleeping on the floor. Or waking up there after falling off the bed.

Shoutaro: I think he'd be fine bunking with Ryu for a night or two, he's used to the small bed in the Agency anyway

Philip: He would stay up doing research while Ryu sleeps. Ryu actually has to force him to bed

Eiji: As long as they're fine with him sleeping in his pantsu, he'd be ok. If not... he'll sleep on the floor

Gentaro: Ryusei wakes up being hugged by Gentaro in his sleep, almost too tightly to breathe

Haruto: Haruto stays up all night due to the strong smell of mayo clinging on Kousuke

Kouta: He'll give the bed to the other Rider since he doesn't need sleep as Fruit Jesus

Shinnosuke: It'd be awkward between him and Gou/Chase but he'll make do for the night

Takeru: He's used to sleeping on the floor, so he'd just take a pillow and a blanket and/or ask for a futon if available

Emu: Would be the one offering the other as much space as possible while squeezing himself into a small spot

Sento: He'd be fine with it, he's entirely used to the cramped quarters from when everyone was bunking at Nascita's basement

Sougo: Clings onto his bedmate like an octopus and pushes them towards the edge

Aruto: Makes a line of pillows to separate his space from the other side, which ends up destroyed somehow anyway

Touma: Is used to sharing a bed with three people and is thus unbothered by the situation

Ikki: 100% doesn't mind if it's his siblings or Hiromi, is supremely awkward with Hana and offers to sleep on the floor instead

Ace: Doesn't bother sleeping and broods for the rest of the night letting the other sleep peacefully

#kamen rider #ask #gnr2012

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dudefrommywesterns · 10 months

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r&r, salt in the snow, and sing with robert chase! (from @murderposting)

r&r - do you and your f/o have any plans for the future together? what do those look like?

well, chase and i are married. we live in his apartment. at the end of the show, chase becomes head of diagnostics and i like that, so I've kept it. i intend that my s/i will become a department head, also, the nephrology department (because foreman doesn't want us to be in a boss-employee situation and married. plus, a position clears up. also, we all agree).

salt in the snow - what's the longest you and your f/o have been away from each other? were you able to keep in touch?

hm. my s/i might visit their siblings in california from time to time. that might be a week or so. we'd definitely keep in touch, since we have cell phones and email and all.

i think it'd just make chase sad that he and his sister haven't spoken much in years. maybe he'd make his own trip to australia to see her (if she wants him to).

sing - how does your f/o show you they love you? are they a romantic? awkward? gruff? something else? what abt you?

he's flirty but definitely more sweet and romantic than canon mostly makes him out to be. i think he's big on compliments and 'i love yous' and physical affection but he'd also get me little gifts.

my s/is are the same in that they all love acts of service and physical affection. i like to cook for my f/os and stuff.

#murderposting #r.c.#typewriter dings

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negative-speedforce · 8 months

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HOME, BIRTH, LEAVE, LOSS, SEX, and ENEMY for Siv, Jay, and Rania :)

HOME: Where was your OC born? What was their first home? Do they still live there? If not, why not? How do they feel looking back on it?

Siv was created in an unmarked underground lab in the year 2597, due to the technology their father needed to create them not existing in his time. However, all her meaningful years were spent in Central City in the 2000s-2010s. She left CC and moved to Seattle as soon as she "respawned" after being erased from the timeline.

Jay was born in a small town in Ohio, but because of backlash against him being a trans kid (and his parents allowing him to live as a boy) they moved to Central City, which both had a more liberal environment, and because no one knew him there, he could go stealth.

Rania was born in Monterrey, Mexico, but moved to Central City for college. She looks back on her childhood fondly, but appreciates the opportunity she has to work with Eobard.

BIRTH: What was your OC's first experience with birth? A sibling, a pet, their own child?

Siv was present when their kitten, Delilah, was born, and while she turned in most of the kittens (+ mama) to the animal shelter when they were old enough, they kept Delilah.

Jay is present for his child, Reggie's birth.

Rania's first experience with birth was her younger brother's, when she was 9.

LEAVE: What was the first time your OC left home? Why? If they've never left home, do they want to? Where would they go?

When Eobard got stuck in the 21st century, naturally being pissed off, the Negative Speed Force took control of Siv and dropped them off with their dad, not to resurface for another 14 years.

Jay went to New York for his senior trip (and became well known for sticking a fake button on the elevator of the Empire State Building, so it'd be like in the Percy Jackson books.

Rania first left home when she was 18, to move for university.

LOSS: What was the first significant loss that affected your OC? What made it significant? How did they deal with it? Have they gotten over it since it happened?

The first time Siv experienced loss was when her grandmother (actually Harrison Wells' mother but whatever) died of a mysterious surprise heart attack, even though she was in good health (we all know what actually happened lol)

Jay's first experience with loss was Gina's death, when he was 18. While he was not present for her murder, he was the first to walk in on the crime scene, and he still deals with survivor's guilt from that.

Rania's first loss was her childhood pet, a cat that had belonged to her parents from before she was born.

SEX: What was your OC's first time like? If they haven't had sex, is there any particular reason why they would or wouldn't be interested in sleeping with someone?

Siv's first time was... Kinda awkward. Because comprehensive sex ed wasn't a thing really at their school, her and Gina didn't really have any idea what they were doing and kinda gave up halfway through.

Jay's first time was alright, but nothing to write home about. His first time was with a guy in freshman year of college, who he met on a dating app and never saw again.

Rania never had sex, less because she's not interested and more because she never met the right person and was always too busy for all that.

ENEMY: Who was your OC's first enemy? What was that relationship like? Do they still consider that person an enemy, or have they moved past that?

Siv HATES their dad, and she is petty af. they will do anything to give him a sucky life, and she considers him the antithesis of everything they stand for (they are actually more similar than either would like to admit)

Jay's first enemy was Rainbow Raider, who was the first bad guy that him and the gang faced off against. He's now just a mild nuisance, especially since Jay's grown into himself more.

Rania's first enemy was Eobard, and while originally he was her mentor who she definitely didn't have a crush on at first, when she found out about his unethical experiments, she attempted to expose him for what he was. Unfortunately, she never got the chance.

#ask revan #oc shit #vexic :D

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