#and any time either of those two are in danger he immediately freaks out

[kilistina]

what happens here, stays here

word count: 9k-ish

disc. nsfw content ahead. mdni. includes fem!reader n eddie munson, a lot of angst, lowkey slow burn, smuuut n just hot shit tbh.

•••

You’re not sure exactly how you ended up here, but you did. Your friends had told you that there was a strange clock in the middle of the woods that made the birds flock together and the sky turn dark. You were curious, sure, but you didn’t intend on coming to see it all for yourself. But like always, you were forced convinced.

“So there’s this clock, right,” Your friend Sophie had the biggest smile on her face as she spoke about it, “Apparently Chrissy said it made weird noises the last time she was in the woods. Made the birds go crazy and everything.”

“We should go check it out.” Maise, one of your other friends chimed in. Everyone nodded in agreement and stood from their chairs, making their way out of the cafeteria.

“You coming, Y/N?”

“Uh, I don’t know,” You shrugged and tightened your grip on your bag, “I’m kinda tired and—”

Sophie held her hand up and you immediately stopped talking, knowing that she wasn’t going to listen to you if you kept going anyway. She grabbed your arm, pulling you towards her.

“All I’m hearing right now is a yes.”

You sighed and ended up giving in, walking with Sophie, Maise and your other friends towards the woods. One thing led to another and you were misdirected somewhere, and they all bailed on you to spend time with some of the boys on the basketball team.

The clock didn’t chime, the birds didn’t flock, the sky didn’t go dark. So it was safe for you to be left alone..right?

So here you are, abandoned in the woods with no clue where to go. You can’t even remember where you left your bag. All you can think about is how much you wish Steve and Robin were here with you right now. They’d know what to do.

“Stupid fucking family video.” You murmur to yourself as you trek through the woods, cursing at the fact that your only real friends are currently hung up with their jobs.

You knew you shouldn’t have come here. You knew that there was no point. You knew you couldn’t trust those girls. Yet here. You. Are.

The sound of the clock finally striking makes you jump, and you notice that the sky is starting to darken. Chrissy was right.

Wait—Chrissy was right??

You notice the birds all flying down from the sky, quickly getting lower and lower until they’re—

“Shit!” You duck your head down as they all fly past you. Your heart is about to beat out of your chest.

Once they’ve all flown away, you stand back up and begin speedwalking down the woods. You don’t know where you’re going, but what you do know is that you won’t be staying here for a second longer. Not willingly, anyway. You cross your arms over your chest and keep your eyes on the ground as you make your way. You’re stranded.

Your mind begins to wander to the most worrying outcomes imaginable. You start to picture all the different ways you could die out here. And there’s so many fucking ways.

A second bell toll makes you jump. You turn your head as you walk, checking if there are any more birds making their way to you dangerously quickly. Nothing.

Nothing behind you at least.

“Fuck!” You gasp and step back after bumping into someone. Your fear quickly dissipates into anger when you notice who it is that you bumped into.

“Woah, hey, sorry. Easy there,” Eddie holds his hands up, chuckling as he eyes you up and down. “Oh, it’s you,” His smile drops once he notices your face, “What are you doing here, Y/N?”

You hold your hand up to your chest, trying to catch your breath, “I could ask you the same thing, freak.”

“So original,” He rolls his eyes, taking a cigarette out from his back pocket, “I’m always around here. It’s where I handle business.”

You scoff, “Is that what you’re calling it now?”

He lights his cigarette and takes a drag, not bothering to answer you yet.

You two have been at each other’s throats for years now. It’s as if no matter what either of you do, no matter what you say, it always ends in someone getting hurt or annoyed. There’s always an argument that leads to irreversible disrespect. You despise each other, and there hasn’t been a single moment between the two of you where you haven’t made that clear.

“It’s what I’ve always called it,” Eddie finally answers you, giving you a dirty look, “Sweetheart.”

“Sweetheart? That’s new.”’ You shoot back a reply, making sure to keep your distance as you continue to walk. The last thing either of you want is to be close to each other.

Eddie stops walking for a moment to turn and face you.

“Yeah well annoying bitch kinda got old and lost its spark,” He shrugs, dropping his cigarette and stepping on it, “So sweetheart it is. You probably hate it more because it’s actually nice.” He’s right.

“I do,” You nod, unable to stop the humoured smile from showing on your face. Eddie smiles back at you.

You both smile for a second, laughing softly and almost enjoying each other’s company for once. You don’t know why, but it’s nice. It’s a strange new feeling—neither of you like it.

The laughter slowly fades and there’s a silence between the two of you again. An uncomfortable silence. Not the type of silence that you’d hope for, where you don’t have to listen to his annoying voice and he doesn’t have to listen to yours. The type where you both don’t know what to say.

The type of silence you’ve never had before.

“So,” You clear your throat, finally speaking up, “Where are your friends, freak?”

“I don’t have friends,” He murmurs with a low chuckle, laughing at his own joke, “Even if I did, I wouldn’t bring them out here.”

You smirk at him, “Why not? Worried they’ll get scared like you do?”

“I don’t like to mix my friends and my business. I came out here to do a deal and lost track of time,” He rolls his eyes and stays serious, not engaging in your attempts to piss him off, “Tend to do that a lot now.”

You purse your lips together to stop yourself from making another smartass remark as you both walk further. You have no idea where you are, and truthfully you hate the idea of Eddie being the only person who you can rely on to get you home safely.

“Where did you come from?” He asks, keeping his eyes in front of him. It’s typical for you both to take every possible chance not to look at each other.

“I don’t know, it all looks the same.” You murmur, feeling the fear start to creep back in. You’re stuck in the woods with someone you despise—who despises you right back—you have no idea how you’re going to get home, and shit is getting real.

“Do you remember something? A log? A tree? Something distinguishable? Anything?” Eddie’s voice breaks you out of your overthinking for a moment.

“There was a table,” You narrow your eyes in thought, “Big and circle. Had a black, uneven guitar drawn on the side of it.”

Eddie nods, seeming to know what you’re talking about, “Fucking love that dumb black guitar. It’s so metal.”

His words make you scoff and you stop walking. He stops as well, turning to face you and you finally share some eye contact.

“You drew it yourself, didn’t you?” You guess, pretending to sound serious.

His face scrunches up in defence, “So what if I did?”

“Brilliant..” You exhale, holding your hand up to your forehead, “Let’s go. I don’t think I can stand to be near you for another minute.”

“Touche,” He eyes you up and down with narrowed eyes, holding his arm out in front of him, “Anyway, ladies first right? After you, milady.”

You roll your eyes and quickly walk past him, knowing that he’s only going to overtake you and guide you to wherever you need to go. He just wants to wind you up as much as possible before that, first.

After ten minutes of silent walking, you both end up at the circle table, and for a moment you smile to yourself knowing that you can finally go home. Eddie helped you, who woulda thunk it?

“Circle table, metal guitar drawing, middle of nowhere. This is what you were looking for, right?” Eddie smirks at you, proud of himself for helping you. It takes every muscle in your body to stop yourself from rolling your eyes at him, but you don’t, knowing that if it wasn’t for him you’d still be lost in the middle of nowhere.

Instead of thanking him, you stay silent. He enjoys it.

You’re happy and relieved for a split second, before you realise something.

“Right well, if we’re done here then..” Eddie begins to step away, stopping once he notices the worried expression on your face, “You okay?”

“My bag, it’s—it’s gone.” You bend over and begin to look under the table for any sign of it.

“Gone? What do you mean gone?” He kneels, helping you look under and around the table for your bag.

“I mean I left it here and it’s not fucking here anymore, Eddie!” You raise your voice, running your hand through your hair as you stand up.

“Well,” Eddie slaps his hands on his knees, standing back up, “You’re fucked.”

You scoff, “Brilliant.”

He takes a step towards you, looking like he might say something. You mentally prepare yourself for an argument and keep your gaze firm on him, refusing to back down. He notices, and sighs, deciding against speaking yet. Instead, he turns around and begins to walk again. You follow him.

“Where are you going?” You sound annoyed, but not as annoyed as you actually are. You know you’ve been pushing your luck with him and you don’t want to risk him leaving you out here on your own. You need his help. More of it.

“Did you have anything valuable in your bag?” He ignores your question and asks his own.

You shrug, “Just books from school and—” Your eyes widen, “—my keys..”

He stops walking and turns to face you, “Keys for what?”

You stay silent out of shock.

“Y/N..keys for what?”

You groan, “My house.”

He sucks in a sharp breath, grinding his teeth together, “Shit.”

You can’t believe what’s happening. Not only were you left here by people who forced you to come with them—people who you considered friends—but now you’re don’t know where you are and you’ve lost your bag. You’ve lost your only way home with it.

And now you’re stuck here with Eddie fucking Munson.

“Yeah,” You scoff quietly to yourself at how easily you’ve ended up in such a horrendous situation, “Shit.”

“Okay, what about your parents?” He points at you, trying to spit ball some suggestions.

“I don’t have parents.” Your comment is crude but Eddie doesn’t seem fazed.

“Fuck me, same,” He replies quickly and moves on to thinking about what to do, “Uh..we’ll just have to—”

“Where are we?” You cut him off and look around where you are, trying to see if there’s any trace of the school or the rest of the town.

Nothing.

Eddie sighs, pressing his fingers to the bridge of his nose, “Y/N, please, one issue at a time.”

You cross your arms over your chest, making him sigh, “It’s too dark to tell. We’ll just have to walk far enough to see something in the distance. A car, a house, anything really. That’ll let us know where we are.”

“Don’t you have a flashlight?” You let out an aggravated breath.

“A flashl—“ Eddie scoffs, “Do I look like I have a—no seriously, what part of me screams I carry a flashlight with me everywhere I go to you?” He swings his arms around theatrically and you roll your eyes at him. He’s always so fucking dramatic.

“It’s dark, Y/N,” Eddie gives you a fake exaggerated smile, dropping it in a second, “But it’s not that dark. I can still fucking see you and those eyes.”

“You know what, why don’t you fucking bite me Eddie? How about that? How about you—“

Before you can start going off at Eddie for how excrutiatingly annoying he is, he yells to “Watch out!” and grabs a hold of your arm, pulling you down to the ground and falling on top of you.

Everything happens so quickly and you’re taken by surprise, too much to even react. All you do is gasp and look up ahead of you, noticing two bats flying past the two of you.

You figure that Eddie was trying to help you again somehow, even though those two bats couldn’t have done a single thing to harm you. They weren’t swarming you, they weren’t even flying at that fast of a pace like the other birds were from earlier. They were just..there. Just existing.

You shift your gaze back to Eddie, who’s looking down at you. Your faces are close..too close. For some reason, neither of you are moving.

You feel his hands right where they were before, on your waist holding you in place. Your eyes move down to where he’s holding you, and that’s when he snaps out of his daze. He quickly moves his hands off of you, standing up and clearing his throat.

“S—sorry, there were just—the bats were uh—“ Eddie scratches the back of his neck awkwardly, struggling to get his words out.

“There were two bats, Eddie. Two. It was nothing.” You chuckle, patting your shirt down as you stand back up, “What, are you scared of them or something?” You don’t put much thought into your comment—you just want to make fun of him for something stupid.

But his reaction to you—the way his entire body stiffens and his jaw tenses, the way his eyes narrow, the way he grits his teeth together for a moment—you can tell that this hits a little too close to home. Even for him.

 “Just feel weird,” He shrugs, clearly playing down his fear and deflecting, “Always feel weird when I see bats.”

You might not be the smartest person, but you’re smart enough to realise that there’s something about this that Eddie isn’t telling you. You’re not friends though, so he doesn’t owe you anything—including an explanation. 

You decide against pestering him over it further, and you both continue to walk down the woods in silence, in search of a smoking gun.

•••

You’re not sure how long it’s been, but you’re exhausted. You’re cold, your feet hurt, your minds an absolute mess and you have no idea where you’re going to sleep tonight.

You pretend to be distracted by the trees around you, looking around as you walk to avoid looking in Eddie’s direction. He notices but he doesn’t say anything.

You take a deep breath to compose yourself before speaking up, “How much longer till we’re out of here?”

“When I’m lost? Normally takes an hour, give or take.”

You nod and cross your arms over your chest, accepting it. Eddie notices your demeanour before he turns his back to you.

“You okay?” He asks, almost sounding like he gives half a fuck about you. Almost.

He keeps walking, not bothering to look at you and wait for your reply. Again, you both despise each other. But at least he’s trying. At least he’s asking you questions.

“It’s dark and I’m cold,” You murmur, “So no.”

He chuckles, “It’s the middle of the night and we’re in the woods.”

You let out an exaggerated sigh, “Alright hotshot, show me the way home then since you know everything.”

“I will,” He nods, turning briefly to give you a smirk before continuing to walk next to you, “You can stop doing that by the way.”

“I’m not doing anything. I’m just sick of you running your mouth instead of taking me home.” You let out another sigh.

“That,” He turns and clicks his fingers, pointing at you and narrowing his eyes, “Right there. See? You’re doing it again.”

“Doing what?” You scoff in defence.

Eddie tenses his jaw for a moment and you can’t help but smile to yourself, knowing that you’re getting on his nerves the same way he’s getting on yours.

“Acting like you somehow know better just ‘cause you’re pretty.” He murmurs, running a hand through his hair.

“You think I’m pretty?” You put your hand on your chest and pretend to be flattered by his comment. What is it they say about karma?

He rolls his eyes, “Knew you’d say that.”

You smile softly and exhale a quiet laugh from your nose, rubbing your hands together to warm yourself up, “You seriously don’t think I’m better than you?”

“Well I don’t see you finding your own way home,” He shakes his head and sighs, shaking his jacket off, “Anyway, take this.”

“You don’t have to—”

“Just take it and shut up.”

He holds the leather jacket in front of you and you take it. Under any other circumstance—seriously, any—you wouldn’t have accepted his jacket even if it would kill you not to, but tonight is the exception. The only exception, you think to yourself.

You wear his jacket quickly, crossing your arms again to warm yourself up quicker. It’s too dark to make out where you are, so you stay close behind Eddie as he leads you wherever he’s decided to go now.

“Where are we going?”

He sighs, “Since you can’t get back into your own place and your friends left you to die, mine is the only other option.”

“Absolutely not.” Your reply is instant, and you stop walking to take off his jacket and hand it back to him. He stops shortly after, turning to face you.

“No?” He arches a brow at you, almost teasingly.

“I’ll just stay at Steve’s or Robin’s.” You murmur as you roughly throw his jacket back to him.

“Alright,” He nods his head, taking a step towards you to see your face better, “You know the way to either of their houses?”

You do.

“..From where we are?”

You don’t.

“Because I sure as hell don’t. And they don’t know the way to mine.” He stares at you pensively, waiting on a reply.

“Fuck my life,” You groan, walking ahead of him to avoid seeing the smug look on his face, “Fine. Let’s just go.”

“Don’t sound so happy about it, Y/N.” You can hear the smirk on his face from behind you.

•••

The next half hour is typical. You both throw nasty comments at each other but for the most part it’s okay—better than you would think it would be between the two of you, all things considered. About ten minutes into the walk he hands you his jacket back. He claims he gave it to you so that you’d shut up and stop complaining about how cold you are but, what he won’t tell you is that for whatever reason, he didn’t like the idea of you being cold.

And although you’ll never admit it to him out loud, you’re grateful that Eddie’s letting you stay the night at his place. It’s dark and cold—probably one of the coldest nights of the year—so you’re glad that you can at least sleep in a bed with a blanket to keep you warm.

Even if it is Eddie’s.

Eventually you both reach the door to his trailer. He turns to face you for a moment, as if to ask you if you’re sure about this. You nod at him and that’s all he needs—he opens the door and within a second you’re finally inside.

“Right so, this is me,” Eddie leads the way and walks you over to his room, “You can wear something from my closet if you’re desperate. There should be a spare toothbrush in the bathroom from when Wayne stayed the night and opened a pack of two.”

You nod and he leaves the room to give you a moment to yourself. Instead of using it to change or get ready for bed after the day you’ve had, you use it to snoop. You look around his room in hopes that you’ll find something embarrassing to make fun of him for.

You open his closet, silently thanking the gods that despite the fact that he’s always wearing the same clothes, he seems to own many more.

You grab one of his Hellfire shirts—which of course, he has plenty of—and you begin to strip. You take your clothes off, sucking in a huge breath of fresh air as soon as you’re in the clean shirt. It’s Eddie’s, but it’s nice.

“You okay in there?” You hear his voice from behind the door, and again, you can hear the smirk on his face.

“Fuck off, freak.”

He takes that as his answer, opening the door and walking in.

“Now, that’s no way to treat a—” Eddie stops midsentence as he walks through the door to find you standing there in nothing but his shirt. He isn’t wearing one himself. He’s shirtless, wearing nothing but a pair of black sweatpants that sit low on his hips.

He arches his brow at the fact that you’re actually wearing his clothes, but he quickly looks back up at your face, not giving you any sort of satisfaction in knowing you’ve surprised him, “—wait, you’re the guest. I could literally kick you out any second,” He walks past you to get to the bathroom, pointing his finger in your face, “Watch your mouth, Hellfire Queen.”

You roll your eyes, choosing to stay quiet so he doesn’t actually kick you out. You don’t look at him as he passes you either, instead focusing on his record player that’s conveniently in front of you. It doesn’t last long and you end up turning your head back around to catch another glimpse of him.

You’re both as exposed as you’ve ever been in front of each other, and neither of you know how to act.

“Speaking of mouths, I’m gonna brush my teeth. Don’t mind me.” He gives you a fake, exaggerated smile as he steps into the bathroom.

You return the fake smile, “Be my guest.”

“Hilarious.” He replies flatly, making you laugh.

He stares at himself in the mirror, pretending to play the guitar with his toothbrush for a moment before he covers it in toothpaste and puts it in his mouth.

“Freak.” You call out to him and he smiles at you with a mouthful of toothpaste, nodding in agreeance.

“Mhmmmm.” He winks at you and turns back towards his mirror, brushing his teeth and swaying his hips to some imaginary beat he’s humming along to.

Your eyes wander to his torso. You don’t know why but while he’s in front of you—you might as well. He has a tattoo on his chest that you’ve never seen, you’ve never really looked closely enough to notice it until now. He also has faint scarring across the side of his hip—again, something you’ve never seen.

“You gonna keep staring at me, or?” His voice is muffled from the toothpaste in his mouth but you can still hear the smugness. You don’t answer him straightaway, thinking of a good way to word what you want to say to him.

You want to ask him about his hips. Knowing Eddie, he’d think scars like that are metal. So why are they some sort of secret? Why don’t you know about them? Why doesn’t anybody know about them?

“What are they from?” You ask, deciding to be direct as you nod your head towards his scarring.

He pauses for a moment as if he’s surpised by your question. As if nobody’s ever asked him that before. As if he never expected anyone to.

He spits out his toothpaste and rinses his mouth, running his wet hands over his face a few times afterwards. He takes a small towel and roughly rubs his face dry with it—nothing you wouldn’t expect from him. You wait patiently for him to reply to you as he starts to tie his hair back into a low bun.

“Bats.”

As soon as the answer leaves his lips, everything falls into place. Everything makes sense. Why he was experienced with the woods, why he noticed the bats before you did, why he got so scared by them even though he wasn’t scared by a single other thing you were both faced with on the way home—and there were many things and animals that were arguably more scary than a few bats.

Now it all made sense.

You don’t need to know any more, you know enough.

You both exchange a knowing glance at each other and you look away to try and focus on something else to ease the awkward tension that’s bound to build up any second now. Your eyes fixate on a box of condoms that Eddie has sitting on top of his bedside table. You scoff and reach for it.

“Looks like you get around.” You hold up the box of condoms, smirking at Eddie as he runs a hand over his dry face.

He smirks back at you, walking out of the bathroom and snatching the box from your hands, “What’s it to you?”

You narrow your eyes at him, “Whore.”

He narrows his eyes back at you, leaning close to your face, “You love it.”

Your eyes instinctively move down to his lips for a split—a split—second and he steps back once he realises how close you two actually are. Neither of you are going to mention it, but you both know that you were a little too close to each other just then. And you liked it? Wait, did you like—

“Normally I’d make you sleep on the couch but I can’t be bothered to hear whatever shit you have to say about it,” Eddie sighs, trying his best to act natural, “You can take the bed.”

You roll your eyes, “Always such a gentleman.”

“Yeah, fuck you too,” He snorts, “You better not be here when I wake up.”

“Believe me, the second the sun rises I’m out of here.” You let out a playful scoff and he smiles at you for a moment before walking out of the room to leave you on your own.

You almost want to take the opportunity to snoop in his room again and see if he has anything else you could tease him about, but instead of going through his things and putting that extra effort in, you quickly graze size the room up with your eyes. It’s full of things you’d expect. Nothing surprises you. A few porn magazines, some cds, a record player, an electric guitar which you just know he tires himself with everyday, some unrolled joints, a pack of scattered cigarettes, lighters, an ashtray, condoms, guitar picks.

Again—things you’d expect.

After quickly skimming over his room, you walk into the bathroom to freshen yourself up. Your eyes fall to Eddie’s toothbrush and you’re reminded of how he was dancing earlier as he brushed his teeth. Something so simple but..oddly nice? Anyway.

You brush your teeth, wash your face, and somehow you’re still thinking about Eddie and his stupid dancing.

You walk over to the side of his bed and lay down, ignoring your thoughts and sinking into the bed, smiling to yourself at how surprisingly comfortable it is. Fuck knows what Eddie’s gotten up to in this bed. Eh, ignorance is bliss.

You try and shake the thoughts from your head and lay back, pulling the covers over yourself and staring up at the ceiling.

Unbeknownst to you, Eddie’s doing the same thing down the hall. Laid across the couch, unable to sleep, eyes glued to the same ceiling.

“Fuck it,” He whispers to himself and gets up from the couch, making his way over to where you are—in his bed. You hear his footsteps and quickly turn to your side, closing your eyes and pretending to be asleep so you don’t have to speak to him.

He stares at the closed bedroom door for a moment, debating if he should walk in. Why does he even want to? Why can’t he? It’s his room. But you’re in it. Why are you in it?

The door creaks open and you shut your eyes tighter even though he can’t see them.

You hear him let out a chuckle, “I know you’re awake, Y/N.”

You groan.

“And I know you’re an ass,” You argue back and turn your head to look at him, glaring, “Where do we go from here?”

He’s leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest, a smirk on his face, “Wherever you’re willing to go.”

He walks over to where you are, leaning down to get something from his bedside table. A cigarette.

“D’you want one?”

You shake your head, “Do you have anything stronger?”

“Stronger? Like what?”

“I dunno,” You start but hesitate, glancing up at the ceiling for a moment as if it’s gonna help you, “Weed?”

He raises his eyebrows, almost looking impressed, “You smoke?”

“Wouldn’t mind trying it out.” You shrug.

“Yeah, that’s a hard pass,” He scoffs and places the cigarette between his lips, lighting it, “I’m not about to deal with whatever you become when you’re high for the first time.”

“Whatever I become? What the hell’s that supposed to mean?” You frown, offended.

He inhales a puff from his cigarette, “Nothing,” His eyes are back on you, “It’s just—you’re already unbearable enough when you’re sober. I can’t imagine what you’d be like all greened out.”

His face looks as serious as ever. You know he’s only saying this to get a reaction out of you but fuck—he’s great at it.

“Take that back.” You defend yourself with furrowed eyebrows, shoving his chest.

He scoffs and shoves you back, “I’m not taking shit back.”

“Eddie,” You raise your eyebrows at him, showing him you’re serious, “Take that back.”

“Y/N,” He mimics you, not backing down, “I’m not taking it back.”

You scoff at him and he smirks, knowing that he’s pushing all the right buttons to get the reaction he wants out of you. You’re so mad at him—so beyond mad—and the way he looks isn’t helping. His perfectly messy hair, his dimples, his tattoos, his smirk..

He’s just such a—

“You’re such a fucking asshole.” You scold him, mad that he’s enjoying this so much more than you are.

He puts his cigarette out on the ashtray by his bedside table, smirking and leaning towards your face to taunt you, “You’re such a fucking bitch.”

That’s it.

That’s all it takes for you to completely snap. You’re sick of Eddie always having something to say to you. You’re sick of the fact that he’s so unbothered by you. You’re sick of the fact that he’s exactly like you.

You push his chest and his back hits the headboard. He lets out a low scoff, still smirking.

“Once. Just once I want you to shut up and not say anything back to me. Just fucking once I want you to—"

“Stop, Y/N.” He tenses his jaw, starting to get worked up too. But you’ve started it now, and you won’t stop just because he’s asking you to.

“No!” You scoff, raising your voice and standing up from the bed. Eddie stands up with you, jaw set tightly as you keep yelling at him, “I’m sick of it!”

“Y/N, sweetheart—” He starts out, walking towards you and reaching for your arm lightly. That only angers you more.

You pull your arm away from him, “Don’t sweetheart me! I’m so sick of you always—"

For once, you know exactly what to say. You know exactly what you want to scream at Eddie. You want to tell him how annoying he is, how smug he is, how much you hate his bratty personality and how much you just want him to kiss you.

Somehow, he beats you to it. In the midst of your rambling, he’s moving himself onto you. His hands cup your face, guiding your mouth to his in a rough, needy, overdue kiss.

You kiss him back for a moment—you tell yourself it’s a reflex but it’s not—before coming to your senses, pushing him off of you and slapping him across the face.

“What the fuck, Eddie?” You yell out to him and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, your eyes widened at the fact that he did that..and at the fact that you enjoyed it. Details.

“Did you just—did you just hit me?” He holds his hand to his cheek, frowning at you.

“Did you just kiss me?”

His face softens. He swallows, staying silent.

Eddie kissed you. You slapped him. Neither of you can decide which is worse.

“I..” He sighs, trying to think of an excuse and opting to pin the blame on you, “You kissed me back.”

You scoff, denying it, “Did not.”

“You didn’t?” He arches a brow, as if to challenge you.

You nod as he takes a step towards you, closing the gap between the two of you. You fidget under his gaze, which is odd. First time for everything though, right..?

His eyes are low and his lets his tongue lightly graze over his bottom lip, looking at you in a way he’s never looked at you before. In a way he’s never looked at anyone before.

“No,” Your voice fades out as he leans down towards your face, “I didn’t..”

You both stare at each others lips, knowing what’s about to happen. The only question is, who’s going to be the first to crack?

“Eddie..” Your voice comes out as a whisper, your eyes still on his lips. He shushes you softly and the feeling of his lips hovering over yours sends you over the edge. You bite on the side of your bottom lip, almost whining at how desperate you are to feel him against you again.

“Fuck it,” He whispers, leaning down that little bit more and reconnecting your lips for a second kiss that you’re quick to reciprocate. Your hand pulls his face down to yours by his neck, deepening the kiss as he lets out a moan against you. You smirk and pull away for a moment, looking up at his hooded eyes.

“You did that time,” He whispers, “You kissed me back that time.”

“Shut up,” You lean forward, kissing him a third time. His lips are on yours again, moving desperately against you. His tongue is hot against yours, his teeth lightly biting down on your bottom lip.

It’s clear in this moment that you’ve both wanted this for a while—much longer than either of you will ever admit.

“What happens here stays here, right?” He murmurs against your lips.

You nod, “What happens here stays here, yeah.”

His hands spread out across your back, finally resting on your hips where he digs his fingers into your skin. You hum in satisfaction and tug on his hair. Your kiss is fast and needy, you’ve both wanted this for so long. Too long.

As fast as you’re kissing each other, you’re still both making sure to savour the moment. Making sure to savour how each of you feel, how you taste. Neither of you want to forget how this feels. You’ve both craved each other for so long and now you finally have each other right where you want.

You start to slowly move your hands from Eddie’s neck, moving them down to his chest. He pulls away and rests his forehead against yours for a moment. Your breathing is shallow as you watch him step back, reaching for the hem of his sweatpants.

“No,” You step forward and grab his hand, stopping him, “Let me.”

He moves his hand away and nods his head slowly, his lips parted in anticipation as you reach for his sweatpants and slowly pull them down. His eyes close and he lets out a breath of relief. Your mouth waters at the sight in front of you. He’s hard—so painfully hard.

You’re about to drop to your knees when Eddie grabs a hold of your throat, making you gasp.

“Not yet, sweetheart,” He murmurs, “Ladies first, remember?”

You look up at him with lust and he steps forward, pushing you back onto the bed with his hand still wrapped firmly around your neck. You let yourself fall back against the bed, propping yourself up on your elbows as Eddie crawls on top of you and begins trailing kisses down your neck.

He tugs at the hem of your shirt and you take the hint, sitting up for a moment so he can pull it over your head. He unclasps your bra easily, and your breath hitches at the feeling of the cold air against your skin.

“Fuck, Eddie,” You moan out his name and he groans. His fingers brush against your nipples, making you suck in a sharp breath. The simplest touches from him drive you crazy.

“Poor baby,” He taunts you with a smirk, “So worked up and I haven’t even started yet.”

You try to contain your next moan, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of hearing it, but you can’t. He feels so good.

“Want me to taste you?” Eddie’s voice is low in your ear, “Hm?”

You let out a quiet whine.

“Want me to let you ride my face with that pretty pussy?” He taunts, wanting you to speak.

“Fuck, E,” Your voice comes out as a whisper. You can’t form a thought, let alone speak one into existence.

“Answer me,” He prods, smirking against the skin on your neck, “Now.”

You look at him with pleading eyes, hoping that he’ll accept that as your answer. He smirks, unsatisfied, clicking his tongue.

You gasp as he digs his teeth into your neck, closing your eyes at how good it feels, “Yes.”

“Properly.” His teeth are rough on the side of your neck, where he sucks harshly on your skin.

“Eddie—fuck—” You choke out a reply and he chuckles, moving his lips from your neck.

He trails his hands down your chest, past your stomach and rests them on your thighs. He’s so close to where you want him, but not close enough. He knows it, you know it. He’s torturing you.

“Take it off,” He breathes out, running his hand along your thighs to tug on your skirt.

You lean back, opening your legs, “Take it off yourself.”

You don’t have to say it again. He smirks, reaching for the zipper and pulling it down, sliding your skirt off you. His breathing is heavy and eager.

“Tell me what you want,” He lowers his voice to a whisper, “Say it.”

Your breathing slows, your eyes down on his pretty face as he looks back up at you.

“Want your mouth on me, E,” You whisper, groaning when you see him arch an eyebrow at you, “Please.”

You’re desperate. Desperate for something. Anything.

“Good girl,” He looks into your eyes while he kisses down your body, moving his mouth down lower and lower, “Wasn’t so hard now, was it?”

You feel his hands across your thighs, his eyes still burning into yours asking for permission to keep going. You bite your lip impatiently and nod, holding yourself up on your elbow, using your other arm to reach over and push his head down lower toward where you want him. He gladly moves his head down, pressing a kiss to you over your panties. Your breathing staggers and you know you’re going to struggle to keep a hold of yourself.

Eddie’s eyes don’t leave your body as he quickly pulls your panties down, throwing them to the side and hooking one of your legs over his shoulder. He smirks at the scene in front of him. You’re on display for him. He’s never seen anything so beautiful.

“Give me something, freak.” Your words come out as a pained whisper, which only makes Eddie laugh. God—you hate him.

“All this for me?” His voice is low, his mouth hovering over your centre.

You huff, grinding your crotch up in the air for some friction, “Hate you.”

He smirks at you, knowing that that’s far from the truth, “You too, baby. Even when you’re getting on my fucking nerves though,” He leans forward, kissing your clit, “You’re still so pretty,” He licks a stripe up your centre, “So fucking pretty.”

Your mouth falls open and a silent moan leaves your lips, your eyes closing at the feeling of his warm tongue moving against you. He dips his tongue between your folds, licking up to your clit and all the way back down again. You’re sure you won’t make it, you won’t last long when he’s doing this. You can feel your stomach curling already.

He closes his lips around your clit, moving his tongue against your skin and slipping his middle finger into you.

“E—Eddie—” His name sounds like music coming from your mouth, “Your rings—” You’re cut off by your own moan as he starts to move his finger inside of you. You struggle to keep your eyes open, looking down at him to see him smirking up at you. He doesn’t care. He’s going to keep them on while he’s inside you.

His hand stays gripped on your thigh, his tongue matching the movements of his finger as he adds a second one in.

A whimper slips from your mouth, “Fuck.” You’re a mess. He’s a mess. You love it. He loves it.

“Taste so good, Y/N.” He whispers, smirking and moving his mouth faster to taste more of you.

“Please, Eddie,” You throw your head back, closing your eyes, “Don’t stop.”

He moans against you and your eyes open at the feeling, your mouth dropping at how good he’s making you feel.

“Name sounds so good when you say it,” His movements quicken, “Especially like that.”

“Mm, Eddie..”

A few minutes of Eddie’s fingers and mouth working on you, mixed with praise—“You look so pretty, baby”, “Taste so good”, “Such a good girl for me, aren’t you?”—and you’re crying out as your orgasm takes you.

Eddie makes sure not to leave an inch of your skin untouched, letting you ride your high out on his face. He leaves his tongue laid out flat against you and smiles as you mindlessly grind onto him until you physically can’t anymore.

“So fucking good for me,” He murmurs more praise as he climbs on top of you and hovers his mouth over yours, “Think you can be better?”

You nod and he holds his fingers up to his mouth, sucking himself clean as he stares into your eyes. You bite your lip, watching him as he moans around his fingers, still holding the eye contact. When he’s done, you bring your lips to his, grazing your tongue over his and tasting yourself.

You run your fingers through his hair, tugging at it to make him move his head back. He lets out a quiet groan and looks at you with hooded eyes. You begin to move your hands down his body as he moans into your mouth. Now it’s his turn to feel good.

He stops kissing you back for a moment, in awe at how a simple touch is making him feel. You look up into his eyes and he looks down into yours, holding the eye contact as you slowly move your hands further down his body.

“Open, sweetheart.” His voice is low as he lightly tugs your bottom lip down with his fingers, eyes locked on yours. You relax your mouth and let him open it for you. He leans down and a string of saliva slowly falls from his mouth into yours.

You’ve never experienced something like that before. Something so simple has you wetter and more worked up than you’ve ever been.

You lightly push him down by his shoulders, making the two of you switch places so that you’re straddling his lap. You watch his Adam’s apple bob when he leans his head back against the headboard, his breathing rugged as you begin to touch him through his boxers.

You place a kiss to the side of his neck before slowly making your way down, kissing past his chest and his stomach. You stop by his hip, where his scars are. His battle scars.

Looking up at him for a moment, you gauge his reaction. His eyebrows are furrowed—he’s confused. He’s not sure what you’re thinking or what you’re about to do. But he’s comfortable.

You give him a soft smile before looking back at his hip and leaning your mouth down to kiss across it. He sucks in a breath and you smile against his skin, feeling how much he’s loving the surprise act of intimacy. He reaches one of his hands down and intertwines it with yours, raising your hand up to his mouth to kiss your knuckles.

You pull away from his hip and straddle his lap, leaning your body over his and moving your lips against his. You let your fingers push at the band of his boxers. He moans into your mouth.

You take your chance and dip your hand into his boxers, grabbing his cock and slowly stroking it. Eddie moans and tries to move his hips with the pace of your hand, struggling to kiss you back. You move your lips to his jaw, trailing kisses down to his neck and shifting until your face is level with his crotch. You look up at him and smirk, pulling his boxers down and freeing his cock from them. Fucking hell.

You look up at him, impressed. He scoffs at your reaction, “Don’t look so surprised.”

You giggle and reach down, slowly stroking his length and planting a soft kiss to his tip before lubing it up with your saliva. He sighs at the feeling, leaning into your touch as you continue to run your hands along his body.

It takes you a second to wrap your mouth around him properly, taking him in as far as he’ll go. The tip of his cock hits the back of your throat with every thrust of your head as you swirl your tongue around him, feeling as much of him as you can. You keep your eyes glued to him, loving the reactions he’s giving you.

His moans are criminal.

You squeeze your thighs together at the way his mouth hangs open, his eyes closing at how good you feel around him.

“That’s it,” He nods at you, out of breath, “Good girl.” His fingers grip into the back of your hair as he brings you down further.

You’re not struggling as much as you expected to. After all, you want him. So fucking bad—and you’re about to make him feel it.

“Thaaaat’s it. Yeah, fuck.” He speaks through gritted teeth, fucking into your mouth and letting out a string of loud moans. Your breathing is laboured, but you’re enjoying yourself, feeling like you could do this forever.

With a few more thrusts of his hips, he’s pushed over the edge. He tastes better than you imagined.

You lick your lips and lean forward, kissing his neck as he comes down from his high.

“You ready to take all of me, baby?” He asks you, his breathing erratic.

You answer him with a kiss to his lips, slow and sensual. He smiles against you and keeps a hold of your waist, savouring you.

“Wanted this for so long.”

There it is. You’ve wanted to hear it from him for as long as you can remember and there. It. Is.

You smile at his admission, making your own, “Wanted this for longer.”

“You gonna give it to me?” Eddie pulls back for a moment, looking up into your eyes and biting his lip.

His voice. The desperation in it. The things he’s saying. The way he’s moving against you. He needs you just as much as you need him. More, even.

You decide to answer him with actions rather than words, reaching between the two of you and wrapping your fingers around him. You give him a few slow pumps, his mouth opening at the feeling. You make sure to keep your eyes on his, lifting yourself up and slowly lining his tip along your entrance. You hit your clit on accident, moaning at the feeling. Eddie’s head falls back and his jaw tenses, his nostrils flaring slightly. You’re killing him. You like it.

After teasing him a few more times, you finally position yourself on top of him and slowly sink yourself down, wrapping yourself around him. You make sure to savour the feeling—you’ve never felt anything like it. He’s spreading you open. He’s filling you up. He’s so deep.

He feels so fucking good.

You feel so fucking good.

You let out a gasp, gripping his shoulder as you move down until he’s completely inside you. You let yourself stay where you are for a moment, your eyes still on Eddie’s. His face already looks fucked out. He looks like he’s in pure bliss. You moan as you lift yourself up before sinking back down onto him. His hands guide your hips over him and you both gasp at the contact, starting to form a rhythm.

“So—fuck—” You gasp as your head falls to his shoulder, his hips bucking up into yours to feel you deeper, “So fucking big.”

He grins into your shoulder, rolling his hips forward and moaning at the feeling of you stretching around him, “So fucking wet.”

You set a slow pace, wanting to feel like this forever. Neither of you want to hurry this up yet, you want to feel every inch of each other for as long as possible. His fingers dig into your sides, your fingers tangling in his hair as you start to pick up the pace.

“Yeah baby,” His voice is breathless, staggered, encouraging you, “So fucking good for me. That’s it.”

His hand comes up to your face, where he cups your cheeks and pulls you towards him quickly. The kiss is harsh, taking whatever the two of you are willing to give each other. Right now—that’s just about everything.

“E,” You sigh, tipping your head back down onto his shoulder as you continue to ride him. He holds his arms around you, moving his hips up into yours and holding you close. The position you’re in is strangely intimate but neither of you are against it. You’re both at peace.

“Kiss me,” He begs.

You do.

You both grind your hips at the perfect rhythm, your pants and moans filling the room.

He’s close. You can tell by the way his stomach is tensing. By the way his breathing is hitching. By the way his eyes are closing. By the way his eyebrows are furrowed. By the way his mouth is hanging open.

He’s close, and so are you.

“Cum inside me, E.” you whisper.

“Fucking Christ,” He groans and bites down on your shoulder, “You gonna cum too? Gonna make a mess of my cock?”

You whine out, nodding your head rapidly as you feel him speeding up his thrusts. His mouth is right back on yours, his hands travelling down your body and resting on your hips tightly as he fucks up into you with no remorse.

The two of you cum together, making an even bigger mess of each other than you’d thought you would.

You collapse against Eddie’s chest, trying to catch your breath when he flips your bodies over so he’s on top of you. He’s still inside you, and the sudden movement makes your aching cunt throb.

“My turn.” He smirks, leaning back down to reconnect your lips.

You whimper against his lips, and he smirks, speeding up his movements and beginning to thrust into you again. You don’t know how he’s able to go for another round so soon but you’re not complaining. You wouldn’t dream of it.

“You gonna take all of me, Y/N?” He asks as he thrusts into you, hands resting on either side of you. All you can do at this point is nod, your eyes heavy as you feel yourself getting dizzy with pleasure.

“Look at me.” His voice is stern, it makes you whine. You look up at him as well as you can, feeling your stomach curl.

You reach your hands to your sides, intertwining your fingers with his as he continues to thrust into you hard and fast, only slowing down when he nears his climax and you near yours.

“You gonna cum, sweetheart? Gonna cum with me? Yeah?” Eddie’s fucked out voice is all you need to be pushed over the edge for a third time, and your eyes roll back at the feeling of him letting go with you. Filling you up even more.

He plants a sweet kiss to your lips when you’re both done, letting you rest for a few minutes before he helps you up from the bed.

You both head into the bathroom to have a quick shower before you sleep. It’s safe to say that you’ve both seen a side to each other that you never expected to see. A side that you actually like.

With a few more exchanged kisses and a few cheeky touches, you’re both out of the shower and drying yourselves off. Eddie offers you your own towel but you settle for his. It’s not like he wasn’t cumming inside you a few minutes ago.

As you’re both about to walk back into his bedroom, you hear the sound of the trailer door opening.

“Eddie?!” Wayne’s voice shoots through the trailer, “Eddie, where are you boy?”

Your eyes widen and you look at Eddie, who has the same expression on his face.

Shit.

He quickly grabs you and pulls you back into the shower, turning the water back on and closing the door.

“I’m—I’m in the uh—in the shower, Wayne!”

You gasp at the feeling of the cold water on you—it normally takes a few seconds to heat up—so Eddie quite literally takes matters into his own hands and covers your mouth.

You narrow your eyes at him and he mouths a quick “Sorry” to you, keeping his hand over your mouth.

“Oh, right. Okay,” You hear Wayne’s voice again, “Came to let you know your lights are still on but, I guess you already know that,” His footsteps grow more distant, “Turn ‘em off, boy. Some of us gotta sleep.”

“You got it,” Eddie calls out, “I’ll be out in a sec.”
“Yeah yeah, goodnight.”

The sound of the front door closing, followed by the sound of it being locked echo into the bathroom. Eddie moves his hand away from your mouth and is quick to lean down, reconnecting your lips in a quick kiss.

“That was close.” You murmur against his lips, chuckling.

He nods, stepping out of the shower and scratching the back of his head, “Yeah, too close.”

You both walk back into Eddie’s bedroom, as naked as ever as he grabs the clothes you were both wearing before. He quickly flicks the living room light off and hands you back his Hellfire shirt, and he pulls on the black sweatpants from earlier, not bothering to wear any boxers.

The tension in the room is thick. You both just fucked the life out of each other. Your legs are sore, your throat hurts from how loudly you were moaning, your heads a mess. Eddie isn’t feeling much better.

“Let’s never do this again.” You clear your throat, throwing his shirt over your head.

“Agreed, yeah,” Eddie is quick to nod, “Never.”

You both look at each other for about two seconds before grabbing each other's faces and kissing, rushing to take your clothes off again.

so..guess who’s back. i went on a trip w some friends n had the beeeesssttt time evaaa, which is why i was ia for so long. but not to worry, the bitch is back. i hope you enjoyed this shot. i hope you loved it. ik i loved writing it. normally i’d split this into 2 parts but bc it’s been so long i decided to treat y’all. lmk what you think.

i’ll get back to posting regular smut soon. this was mainly focused on the angst aspect. i’ve been so into slow burn angst lately—in case you couldn’t tell lmao. anyway, have a good day or night n enjoy my slutfest <3 see you soon.

- k

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[reds-fluff-extravaganza]

Jax x reader

Requested by two ao3 users! Reader gets dangerously close to abstracting

“Y/n? Where are you?” Jax called out, walking down the hall where your rooms were all located as he looked around for you. He hadn’t seen you in what felt like days, since there’s not really any way to tell time in the digital circus, but that’s not the point! He had checked a lot of the different rooms, but still no sight of you. He had even asked Ragatha and the others if they had seen you, but unfortunately they hadn’t seen you either.

“Have you checked their room..? Th..that’s the only place I could think of.” Gangle suggested, pressing her ribbons together nervously. Of course! Why didn’t he think of that?

“Yeah, that would be the best place to look for them. I really hope they’re okay, though…” Pomni told him, sounding worried about you. You were her friend after all, and helped her calm down when she was about to have a meltdown.

“Guess that would make more sense. Alright, alright, I’ll go take a look.” And with that, he had took off towards the rooms, hoping to find you. Now that he’s thinking about it, you’ve been acting kind of odd lately, as in overthinking a lot, freaking out over little things, and you’ve been spending more time by yourself, and… oh no.

“Oh no. Please don’t let it be that..!” Jax sounded worried for once as he immediately ran off towards your room. He had to know you were okay. He really did not want you to abstract, especially when he had no idea about it until it was too late, and he would be pretty upset with himself if that were to happen.

“Y/n?!” He knocked on the door once he had gotten to your room.

“Jax…?” He heard you respond from the other side of the door.

“Please let me in!” As soon as those words left his mouth, he heard the door unlock and he opened the door and rushed into the room, only to find that you didn’t look like your usual self. You were dangerously close to abstracting as part of your body was covered in dark shadows while glitching out, and one of your eyes had turned from (e/c) to pink.

“Y/n!” Jax rushed over to you. He wanted to hug you, but he was afraid that if he did that, it would only hurt both of you. No, there was no time to think, he was going to help you. However, before he could even think of bringing you into a hug, he was stopped.

“Whoa, whoa, wait a moment there! We don’t need two of you abstracting now!” You both heard a familiar voice, yet you couldn’t see him, but you knew Caine was around. You heard a loud snap and the next thing you knew, you felt and looked like your normal self. You immediately hugged Jax, who was caught a bit off guard by your sudden hug, before hugging you back.

“Hey… Y/n, it’s okay…” Jax mumbled, loud enough for you to hear as you looked up at him with teary (e/c) eyes. You were terrified, and he knew it.

“It’s okay, Y/n… you’re okay.” He pats your head in an attempt to calm you down.

“That was terrifying..” you buried your face into his shoulder.

“I know, but that won’t happen again.” He sighed softly and looked back at you. “Why… didn’t you tell me what was going on?”

“I was afraid if I told you, you’d make fun of me.”

“Y/n.”

“It’s true, though!”

“I would make fun of the others, but not you.”

“If you’re so sure.” You closed your eyes, shaking your head.

“If you had become abstracted, I don’t know what I would do. If I hadn’t known, and you would have been gone.” He hugged you tighter.

“Don’t ever do that again. If you’re ever in need of help, you know I’ll be here for you.”

“Thank you, Jax, I really do appreciate it.”

“You know I would only ever do this for you, right?”

“Yeah, I know.” You chuckled a bit, glancing back up at him. “…I’m sorry, Jax.”

“It’s alright, just next time… well, hopefully there won’t be a next time.”

“There won’t be, I promise.”

“Good..”

“I… should let the others know I’m okay.”

“Eh, they can wait.”

“Oh alright.” Jax chuckled and held you close to him. It seems he wasn’t going to let you go anytime soon, which you didn’t mind too much, the others could wait. Right now, it was just you two, and you were both okay in this moment.

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[ryuichirou]

So I wonder how Twisted wonderland cast be like murdering for the first time. I want to imagine angst on them and if they are scared or delight. I want to hear your thoughts (maybe except Lilia since he is definitely murder a lot of people.)

Anon, this is SUCH a good question. It made me think for hours lol this is what I came up with!

Riddle could either murder someone on accident or as a corporal punishment (if we take his quirk/unique magic too far), and his reaction would kind of depend on what exactly has happened. If it’s the second option, he’ll try to stay calm, cold and collected, and say that the murdered guy got what he deserved and that he had no choice but to dispose of him. But even then, after he freaks the fuck out of everyone around him and leaves to his room, he’ll probably have a breakdown. Then he’ll just cope even harder to justify what he has done and start offing people left and right lol And if it’s the first option (I can picture him overdoing it with his magic), he’ll probably have a breakdown immediately. Nothing good comes from that, because Riddle’s psyche is already pretty bad, but with such a heavy sin on his conscience, there is no way he’ll be able to face it. Hence, more dangerous delusions and more heads flying.

Ace wouldn’t plan on murdering anyone; he’ll definitely do it by accident. He is petty, but there are limits to what he’d do. And he’d take it even worse than he would’ve thought he would. He’ll hide and will definitely get involved with some shady people who’d promise to cover his tracks for him. Maybe the Octa-trio lol But then he’ll spend his whole life trying to numb this feeling of fucking up So Massively and the feeling of his conscious eating him alive.

Deuce would be terrified because he’d definitely realise what he’d done post-factum, with his fists covered in blood and the murdered guy barely looking like a human. So after having a massive meltdown and screaming in panic and crying, if he isn’t arrested by that point (miraculously) he’ll try to give the guy some kind of a proper burial and just run. We’ll never see Deuce again, because there is no way he can face his loved ones after that. He might turn himself to the police, but his own dream about becoming a policeman... yeah, not happening.

With Trey it’s funny; I don’t think he’d kill on accident. If Trey murders someone, it’s definitely deliberate, and by that point Trey would probably feel like that person deserved it. There are only two people I can imagine him killing (yep Riddle’s parents), and even though he would feel hurt afterwards, it’d mostly be out of his sympathy for Riddle, and not because he did something wrong. He’d have moral dilemmas inside his head, because by saving Riddle from abuse, he also robbed the world of two excellent doctors, which can’t be a good thing. But for a weird reason, Trey just can’t help but think that he did the right thing. Trey is not a good person lol

Cater… I don’t know what would drive Cater to kill someone, it might be an accident, but he also might be unstable and we just don’t know about it yet. In any way, he’s probably the one to cover that fact surprisingly well. Of course, he’ll become even more obnoxious with his fake persona, but everyone would just assume that it’s Cater being Cater, while Cater can still heard people screaming in terror in his head.

I don’t know about Leona, he didn’t seem to mind endangering people all that much. Giving a nod to the character he’s based on, I can picture him plotting his brother’s murder. And maybe I just want Leona to be horrible because it’s more fun that way, but I don’t want him to show any remorse in that situation. Well… Of course he’ll show remorse and try to act maturely and empathetically towards those who are the most affected by Falena’s death, but he’ll also probably have a moment a triumph behind the closed doors. Even if there is some guilt out there, it’s definitely buried under this euphoric joy. Oh, and Cheka?.. He’d better run and never return.

Ruggie could do it either on accident or intentionally, but it probably won’t be personal. He would do it either because he was asked to or because he was saving himself. Either way, he would be shaken up by it, but he’ll try to get over it as soon as possible. So yeah, he’ll sob for a moment, then slap his own face and just keep going. No one would ever guess that he keeps such a wild and horrible secret. Who even knows how many people he’s killed…

Jack would kill a person on accident (he’s very big and doesn’t always control himself well…) and then immediately turn himself in to the police. There is NO WAY he’s hiding it. Keeping it a secret would be unbearable to him, it’s much better to get punished. He’ll also do the whole “apologizing to the family and being willing to do any kind of work to repent” thing. He’s too much of a good boy.

Oh Octavinelle… I feel like merpeople’s relationship with deaths and murder is a bit different, but not drastically, they are just a bit more tolerant to that because this is the reality they live in: it’s very dangerous in the ocean.

And the tweels are even more of a special case, because they are mafia babies who are also kind of sort of cannibalistic. They’ve seen everything, they are super comfortable with the idea of taking someone’s life, and they probably don’t even remember and think much about their first time doing it. They see the world through a very unique lens, so to them it’s a very natural thing. That being said, they do enjoy killing, when they are in the mood. They find the victim’s reaction fascinating, and they’ve seen it all: they’ve seen panic, they’ve seen despair, they’ve seen confusion. I also feel like Jade is a bit more invested in this whole thing than Floyd these days; Floyd is a bit bored by murder at this point, but Jade keeps finding more and more intricate ways to fatally wound someone. It doesn’t mean that Floyd wouldn’t do it for funsies, of course.

Azul is definitely more sensitive than these two, who pretty much lack empathy for their victims, and he is probably yet to kill someone, so when he does, he’s going to remember his first time forever. Azul really enjoys punishing people who he feels are deserving of the said punishment, and he is extremely petty, so I can see him doing the heartless bitch thing and offing someone because he has “ran out of patience”. And he is conflicted, because he feels thrilled when he has this power over people, and he enjoys it tremendously and maniacally, but sometimes he also feels sick to his stomach and gets a lump in his throat and goosebumps and cold sweat for some reason… I guess it’s just disgust, huh? Either way, he prefers to save it for those who are the most deserving of his wrath.

We love the idea of Kalim being a murderous beast with no regard to other people’s lives, but in actuality I feel like he would get terrified by that. He’d probably kill on accident, I can’t even picture a situation in which he would do it on purpose; and when he does it on accident, one would expect him to start yelling and crying, but Kallim would be so deeply affected by it that he would just… go numb for a while. With no reaction to what happened whatsoever, but also terror in his eyes. Jamil would expect him to explode at any moment, but the only thing he’d get is that Kalim would start to act like nothing has happened. Is he lying or did he repress the memories of what he did? Is he going to snap at some point? Is he in danger and/or is he dangerous? Who knows.

Jamil wouldn’t kill on accident – he is too smart to kill on accident; his actions would be 100% deliberate and thought out. And if that’s the case and he ends up killing, I don’t know, maybe someone from the Asims, he’ll probably feel such insane joy that it’ll honestly be difficult for him to hide it. Either that or he’ll kill whoever tries to attack Kalim, and in that case he just won’t feel anything. No matter the scenario, there won’t be any remorse in his heart. But he could also cry in a shower for a reason unknown even to himself afterwards.

Vil…. Oh Vil. Vil is an impulsive killer. He’s rational and humanistic enough to generally think that people shouldn’t be killed, but we’ve seen what he could do when he’s way too overstressed lol So he’ll probably kill someone deliberately, but also out of overwhelming emotions, and then he’ll feel disappointed by himself. He might not feel guilty, but in that case he’ll feel guilty for not feeling guilty. It’s almost like he is a bad person, how could he feel no compassion to the murdered person whatsoever? Is this who he really is, a heartless monster? I also could see him either turning himself in to the police or just leaving his whole life behind and running away, at least at first, until he figures out what’s going on in his heart. Killing is wrong, so why did it feel so right?

Rook is suuuuper comfortable with the idea of murdering someone. He is a hunter and he puts his own meaning in this whole thing – just like a game bird needs to be killed in order for Rook to enjoy the beauty of its delicious meat, sometimes a person needs to be killed just so they don’t piss him off anymore. Of course, the reason is usually not as petty, or at least Rook gives his own poetic Rook spin on it lol

Epel would be a shaking crying throwing up mess after killing a person, even if it was self-defense. He is ferocious, so the guy who he had killed would look like he got attacked by a wild animal and not a frail boy with a knife, but when the adrenalin rush ends and Epel is left with the results of his fury, he’ll definitely have the biggest meltdown of his life. He’d try to do the same thing that Deuce did (bury the body and run away), and he’ll definitely be saddled with guilt, but he’ll also spend a lot of time thinking about just how much the guy deserved it. This is only the beginning of Epel’s troublesome path though, because he’ll definitely get into more trouble as his story continues…

Idia… well, we know what Idia went through already lol we’ve seen his backstory. Of course he didn’t kill Ortho, but he feels like he did, so the emotional rollercoaster he went through is pretty similar in this situation. But if it wasn’t Ortho, but some other person who he would kill physically with his own hands, I feel like Idia would get too overwhelmed, his body would force him to throw up, shut down and go into a coma or something lol But once his physical state is back to (more or less) normal, he’ll cope with what he’s done like he always does – by drowning in his thoughts and feelings. And if he feels guilty, by showering the guy’s family with money (anonymously of course), while snarking at himself that this won’t bring their loved one back and that he is an asshole for doing that. In general, Idia is comfortable with the idea of death, and he knows it’s unavoidable, but he doesn’t like facing it… and even more so, causing it. Maybe it’s due to his selfish personal reasons because of his trauma, at least this is what he would say to himself.

Ortho… wouldn’t care at all. He is way too willing to punish people by frying them with lasers, and he seems to have no concept of giving people second chances and human life being precious lol Maybe because he himself isn’t really an alive human being. He also doesn’t think much about the murders; while he is learning, he still lacks empathy in that department. If a horrible accident happens, I feel like he could be affected by it, but other than that – nah.

I know Lilia is a special case, but I feel like he used to enjoy taking the lives of those who deserved it. Unless ch7 proves me wrong, I’ll keep thinking that Lilia used to be rather ruthless when he was younger lol But at some moment the whole thing got too boring, and then he got even older and wiser and changed his stance on this whole thing. Lilia is very comfortable with death, but he also thinks that every life is precious.

Silver also thinks that every life is precious, so even if he would kill someone (it would definitely be an order, he’s not killing anyone otherwise), he would feel horrible about it. Even if it’s a bad person, even if it’s an enemy, Silver would cry (maybe secretly when he is alone), he would feel responsible for the agony their loved ones are feeling, he would take it extremely close to his heart. He is probably the one to not only remember his first kill, but also remember every single person whose life he had to end. What a nice boy lol

Sebek isn’t as nice, but he also isn’t a psychopath. He’s also young, so his first kill is definitely going to leave an impression on him, maybe haunt him and even make him cry, but he would also really dislike feeling these emotions, because they have nothing to do with his duty and he knows better than to weep for someone who deserved to get killed. That being said, over time he could get desensitized to it that he would actually start to enjoy the power he feels when he ends someone’s life. Maybe it’s cope, maybe it’s him becoming more and more cruel, but with every person Sebek kills, his “armor” gets stronger. Oh, and Sebek is also someone who could kill a person on accident by the way, and in that case his reaction would be more emotional and chaotic, because he definitely wasn’t prepared to face the fact that he is a murderer that day lol

Malleus also doesn’t consider every life precious, because he grew up thinking that people (both fae and humans) aren’t really equal to each other. He has this “distance” between himself and the others and this feeling of loneliness, and he is super petty, so I can see him murdering dozens of people in one move without thinking twice about it. He is way too powerful and mighty to the point that his own humanity gets affected by it, and it’s not unusual for him to get the “well serves you right” feeling towards someone who, even if they wronged him, definitely didn’t deserve to meet such a cruel end. That being said, Lilia did his best to put some empathy and open-mindedness in this boy’s head, so it’s very likely that Malleus would still be affected by the fact that he took someone else’s life. But you know how it is, one moment he cries, and then he just doubles down and starts laughing because feeling powerful and just wiping a large group of people from the face of the earth felt as satisfying as popping a bubble wrap.

#replies #headcanons

[loststarphounix]

ooooh

what if Gundham was hit with the Despair Disease? and his disease was the Remembering Disease and remembers everything that happened before, from the world-ending tragedy, to remembering his true beloved (Kazuichi)

Actually, aside from the Despair Disease, that’s actually the concept I had for A Remnant Trace, Nevermore (TW VERY dark themes in the story, please be advised) but I do love the idea of Gundham or Kazuichi having the Despair Disease! This time, lets make it a lot less dark and a bit more sad 😈

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First, Mikan would either need a new disease, getting the common cold so she’s stuck in quarantine with the others, or just not have a disease all together. Either way, with her not getting it, Gundham contracts the Remebering Disease, being one of the first to contract DD. And for funnies, let switch up the sick too - replace Hiyoko with Ibuki and Hajime with Nagito. So those with the disease are: Hiyoko, Akane and Hajime, with Fuyuhiko thrown in cause with not 😂

Hiyoko has same Disease Ibuki had, Akane’s stays the same, Hajime has the Lying Disease and Fuyuhiko has a brand new disease! I’m calling it the Damsel Disease! He feels compelled to be in situations where he’ll always be saved; no matter how dangerous or convoluted to the point it was obviously planned, he must be rescued.

So it’s only Nagito, Sonia, Chiaki, Ibuki, Nekomaru, Kazuichi and Mikan the only healthy ones. Gundham, with the Remembering Disease, happens on Day 2 and he hides it extremely well! Since he’s a theater kid and a goth, of course he has shit tons of makeup and foundation! That pale pallor isn’t completely natural after all. And since his body usually runs colder than the average human (this man is anemic send help), his fever isn’t completely obvious. When he awakes on the Motives Second Day with all their memories of Hope’s Peak, he immediately goes in search of Kazuichi.

He’s so overwhelmed by the memories, that it his Devas an embarrassingly long time to get him back to virtual reality. It doesn’t take him long to come to the obvious conclusion that he won’t be believed and called mentally unstable at best, or believed and cause unnecessary chaos and ensuring Junko’s victory at worse. He has to walk to very fine line, but his need to be close to Kazuichi now that he knows what they meant to each other means he has to play this cool.

Sadly, Gundham can’t really play cool. He almost completely ruins it during breakfast when he automatically seeks and sits at Kazuichi’s table. The mechanic is suspicious and butthurt since the day before they finally came to a head about The Sonia Situation ™️ and Ibuki is trying to cheer him up now that both his bros and big sis are sick. He thought the breeder was coming over to rub the whole situation in his face, but feels shame because he somehow knows the other would never do that. How even knows that, he can’t say but it feels right.

And so the two are just staring at Gundham, wondering what he’s doing siting with them and Gundham is starting to sweat bullets because how can he explain this behavior that’ll sound believable. He’s saved from his massive faux pas when Chiaki and Sonia join them, announcing they’ve decided to become a couple before this disease gets to them. And yeah, it hurts Kazuichi a bit, but he’s genuinely happy for Chiaki. And he apologizes to both Sonia and Gundham, which is met with very little fanfare from the former and acceptance for his apology from the later.

When they split up for the day, Gundham almost steps in it again when he instinctively heads out with Kazuichi. But he covers it by stating that he knew the mechanic was making some sort of communication device and will guard against any nefarious actions. And while he’s a little freaked out about the sudden shift in behavior, Kazuichi tries to shrug it off and reluctantly lets the other follow him around. But he’s super anxious because he thinks he’s going to get killed by the breeder because why else would he start following him around?

Meanwhile, Gundham is fighting inner turmoil: Watching Kazuichi work again brings nostalgic energy flowing through the goth. He remembers the long hours of them just each other’s company - Kazuichi working on some project or another while talking to Gundham about plans for dates or friend outings. It makes him long for the other to smile at him; to excitedly present a mini toy car he made just for his Dark Devas to traverse the realm without their Overlord’s assistance. He wants that intimacy again and he finds himself asking stilted questions.

At first, he tries to make it seem as though he’s ensuring Kazuichi is doing exactly what he told them, to then being curious to the steps and parts. Kazuichi, not really being used to people outside of other mechanics being interested in this kind of stuff, is immediately suspicious again - to the point he blurts out he knows the breeder is going to try and kill him. He immediately feels bad when Gundham looks genuinely distraught over the assumption but doesn’t back down, pointing out how just the other day the goth proclaimed he’d rather die than be Kazuichi’s presence willingly.

Now Gundham is faced with an impossible hurdle: does he confess what he knows and be seen a mad prophet fallen by illness as tragic as Delphi? Not mention being confined and unable to protect those he cares for from this accursed world. Or he says nothing, making the other believe the worst of him and create a bigger rift between him and his Sun?

He is saved once again by the universe, when a sick Fuyuhiko runs past, somehow escaping from the hospital. Kazuichi runs after him, determined to keep his friend from harm and the breeder follows. They find Fuyuhiko trying desperately to climb up the motel stairs in hopes of jumping off the highest floor. At one point, Kazuichi almost had him, but the blond eludes him and makes it to the top and does a running leap into the air. Kazuichi screams, tears streaming down his face and Fuyuhiko is caught by Gundham who was still on the ground.

A sick Fuyuhiko is profusely thanking the breeder as the others come onto the scene. They get the blond off the goth and Sonia and Mikan manhandles him back to the hospital. Fuyuhiko makes an off handed comment about Gundham being much warmer than he thought, but it’s dismissed. Kazuichi waits until, the girls are gone to berate the other boy about doing something so stupid. But he does thank him for saving his sick friend and apologizes for assuming he’d try to kill him. Kazuichi figures that, if he wanted, he could’ve let the yakuza heir die and push Kazuichi over the railing too.

Gundham wonders if fate is being fickle or cruel, but he’ll take it. He uses this as a way to get the mechanic to get to spend with him - which he does after finishing the two way communication devices and making sure it was set up. They both find an easy camaraderie, with Gundham using his memories to his advantage and making the other more comfortable with him. What he didn’t know, though, was that Kazuichi kinda found him attractive already but he was trying to make the attraction focus on Sonia which failed lol. So he’s actually more open to the breeder now that she’s not available and they aren’t playing rivals.

They hang out all day and when the night time announcement comes on, they’re a little surprised that it was that late. When they part for the night, Gundham makes sure Kazuichi enters his hotel room safely before going around and ensuring everyone was accounted for inside before going in.

The next day, better progress. Ibuki is a little down because Mikan is spending more time at the hospital, but it’s only a minor thing. She understands why. Kazuichi is more welcoming to him at breakfast than yesterday and they both stick together after they’re recruited forcibly dragged over to help with their sick friends. At some point, they get separated and Gundham is confronted by one of the others (Hajime maybe) and they corner him and basically tell him they know he’s sick and want in on his obvious plan to murder Kazuichi.

Disgusted, Gundham leave them, but he can’t help now noticed how Kazuichi is still a little weary towards him. Little does he know that after Gundham stormed off, they encounter Kazuichi and basically said the same thing, but added how the other seemed to be recruiting people. Kazuichi thinks it’s bullshit, but he can’t help the space he puts between them afterwards.

Gundham comsiders telling Kazuichi the truth, the he remembers everything, but can’t find the right time to do so. Something always comes up and if he’s honest, he kinda likes being the only one with vital information. He knows their tells and can keep them a lot more safe. Also, a little part of him uses his regained knowledge to win back Kazuichi. It’s immoral he knows, but he doesn’t completely see it as wrong when the mechanic genuinely smiles up at him, or holds his hand for a millisecond when he’s excited, or calls him that ridiculous nickname “Gummy Bear”.

It’s selfish he knows, but he feels entitled to the selfishness. Even though as a Remnant he has done many unspeakable acts, does that mean he doesn’t deserve this little slice of heaven when it presents itself?

So he continues to stay silent, being vigilant while also drawing out the mechanic’s hidden attraction for him. And for a split moment, he lets himself forget what was happening around them. Why he was able to remember….

The announcement blaring throughout the island shocks him as does the knowledge of a double murder occurring seemingly the same time. Ibuki and Hiyoko, both slain in the Titty Typhoon. And Mikan had done it. It comes to light during the trial, that Mikan never meant to kill Ibuki - she had in fact was developing a crush on the musician. But Ibuki overstepped; did something that triggered the nurse’s past trauma and when she came to, Ibuki was dead. Hiyoko had witnessed it, but since she had the Obedience Disease, Mikan easily made her kill herself.

Now they were down three friends and Gundham feels immense guilt because he thinks he could’ve prevented all of this by being honest. And Kazuichi and Sonia assume that their unfortunate situation has finally made the breeder crack under pressure and they try to reassure him. He still keeps his secret to himself, even after the fever is gone he still retains the memories, but only very vivid and specific ones. He still tries to use them to keep them all safe.

#asked and answered #answered asks #ask answered #gods this got so long! #i apologize #didn’t mean to take so long with this #kazuichiswrench #danganronpa #danganronpa 2 #super danganronpa 2 goodbye despair #sdr2 headcanon #soudam #soudam headcanon #sdr2 #goodbye despair #kazuichi souda #gundham tanaka #despair disease AU #Gundham gets the memory disease and just keeps it to himself #he probably would try to convince everyone #but he also knows he’ll sound crazy so maybe not #Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu please forgive me for the disease I gave you #soudham #kazuichi x gundham

[tipsyleaf]

This is so basic but it just popped into my mind and I thought it was the cutest thing in the world!

Imagine Leon sneaking Violet onto his motorcycle when she was a kid. You absolutely hated the idea of your little girl on Leon’s motorcycle, especially knowing how he was. It freaked you out—no matter how many times Leon tried to explain to you that it was totally okay.

Leon would come up with a plan to keep you out of the house; he’d give you his credit card to splurge on yourself, saying you earned and deserved it for taking care of his daughter, and as well as being an amazing wife. You accepted of course, giving yourself a day to go crazy and shop till your little heart dropped.

You’d come home to a suspiciously quiet house…Where the hell did Violet and Leon go? His car was in the garage, but his motorcycle wasn’t. Your brain would just immediately connect the dots, he took Violet on his motorcycle. No wonder he was so persistent in you getting out of the house!!

As soon as you heard your little girls giggles and the door open, you’re already at the top of the stairs with your arms crossed. Violet was talking about how fun it was! How it cool it was feeling the wind through her hair, all while Leon took his leather jacket off.

And once he saw you…He knew he was in trouble.

- Anon! 🎀

(I'll be honest, I'd be fucking furious with him too)

His wife just standing at the top of the steps looking down at him like Michael Myers...

And Leon's silently shitting bricks cause he knows she knows. He fucked up big time. You walk downstairs and Violet comes rushing up to you. Telling you everything about the motorcycle ride, as if Leon telling her not to say anything completely left her mind. You crouch to her level fixing her wind blown hair back in place as she keeps blathering.

"Violet baby, why don't you go brush your hair? Get all tidied up and mommy'll take you to get dinner."

"Okay!" Violet smiles wider and starts skipping off down the hall towards the bathroom, Leon starts trying to follow her when you grab his shoulder after quickly standing. Gritting your teeth as you spoke.

"Not you." You could feel the tension coming back into your body. You just spent the day getting a nice massage and shopping. Now you can feel the knots already building back up again. Hearing the bathroom door shut you immediately start tearing into him.

"I told you I didn't want her on that thing yet. You blatantly disrespected my wishes and got me out of the house for the day so you could take our 3 year old out for joy ride on a two wheel death machine... with you driving!"

"Baby it's not -"

"It is a big deal, Leon!" You interrupt him, making him bite the inside of his cheek.

"She's been asking me to take her and I just wanted to give her something she wanted."

"Leon... She's too little to understand how dangerous it is. That's why don't want her on that stupid motorcycle yet. I know you want to give her the world but you need to say no sometimes! I already have to deal with the thought of losing you every time you leave the house and I can't... Not her too..." You take a sharp breath in, thinking about the possibility of losing your husband was enough to break your heart, but your little girl... That would kill you.

"Hey, hey that's not gonna happen. Either of those things." He pulls you into a tight hug. Rubbing at your back as you lazily wrap your arms around him.

"You can't promise that." He pulls back, moving your hair out of your face, kissing your forehead.

"I know, but you also can't go around thinking like that or you'll drive yourself insane." You pout at him, feeling your tension start to dissipate.

"I'm already insane, I married you... And gave you a kid." He chuckles, lifting your chin to give you a much needed reassuring kiss. You melt into him just like you do any other time you two kissed. Slowly pulling back he rests your foreheads together with a soft smile.

"I'm sorry," he whispers, rubbing gentle circles into your hips with his thumbs, "I won't take her out again unless you think it's okay..." You sigh in relief, kissing his cheek.

"Thank you honey."

"But I did get her a harness. Strapped her to my chest and made sure she was holding on nice and tight. Honestly she reminded me of you your first time on the bike. It was cute. Good memory to have with her."

[yes-i-write-fanfiction]

Remember the tfp ask with a human having control over swarms of scraplets? How do you think the cons would react if the human sets their personal army on them, effectively running them off?

While Megatron looks down on humans, he recognizes this one as a real threat, one that needs to be dealt with ASAP. This human and all of the scraplets will be dealt with quickly and swiftly, with one big explosion to take them all out. He does not care that this might attract attention from the humans, he just wants this threat eradicated.

Starscream might act like he’s not too bothered by it but everyone and their mother can see that he’s absolutely terrified. Not by the human specifically but by the scraplets of course. Beside fear he’s also annoyed by the fact that this human can pose such a threat to him. They are just a useless organic! In the end he will deal with this in one of two ways; either he’ll try to manipulate the human into becoming his ally and sick them on Megatron or he’ll just stay as far away from them as possible.

Immediately, Soundwave has 17 different plans and backup plans on how to deal with this. This human poses a real threat to their operations. Scraplets on their own are incredibly dangerous but in the end they are near mindless pests, only able to act on instinct. With a human able to provide them some semblance of strategy their lethality goes up by approximately 42%. Soundwave’s number one plan is just opening a space bridge and suck the human into the vacuum of space.

Yeah, no, Knockout ain’t touching this situation with a ten foot pole. He doesn’t even really care that there’s a human controlling the scraplets, he sees those big, round optics and those scittering legs and he nopes the hell out of there. Refuses to even approach any location where the human has been sighted. He ain’t risking his paintjob (or life) for the cause.

Breakdown is freaked out, no doubt about it, but he’s also kinda fascinated. It’s like when you see a person handing a dangerous animal; you’re scared shitless but also impressed by the guts of that person. Still, impressed or not, this human poses a real threat with their army of scraplets and Breakdown will do what he has to do deal with it.

Similar to Breakdown, Dreadwing is fascinated by the fact that this human managed to tame not just one but a whole swarm of scraplets. This is essentially unheard of and that makes him kinda respect them. But at the same time he knows that this human could potentially turn against the decepticons and as such he’s ready to take them out in a heartbeat.

Whereas the previous two found it fascinating, Shockwave is actually intrigued and curious about the situation. How did the human tame the scraplets? How can they control them with such precision? Have they been integrated into the scraplet hive mind and if so, how did this happen? Yes, Shockwave will find a way to neutralize the threat before any real substantial harm can befall him or the cause but until then he will study this human. If he could learn the mechanics behind their control over the scraplets then perhaps the decepticons could utilize them in a similar way against the autobots. It would surely ensure a swift victory at last.

Airachind might be a tad unhinged but even she ain’t reckless enough to go against a swarm of scraplets on her own. Will stay away from the human but if the moment ever presented itself where she could take them out without any repercussions then she would do it.

#transformers imagine #transformers prime #megatron #starscream #soundwave #knockout #breakdown #dreadwing #shockwave #airachnid

[x-authorship-x]

Okay so I've had this soulmark au thingy stuck in my head since my mind, running through multiple ideas at once like usual, accidentally crossed wires on "Shisui" and "soulmates"

Fair warning this is a bit long so uh,, sorry lmao

So! Au where the most of the shinobi population and a portion of the civilian population started developing what they called soulmarks because the higher entities got really tired of everyone killing everyone like idiots-

these soulmarks seem to form on your skin (Haven't decided what they look like) after you meet someone you can truly trust to have your back. Since soulmarks are about trust, loyalty, etc they have nothing to do with any romantic feelings (though they're probably romanticized in media). It is very common to have multiple soulmarks, and they aren't limited to just humans! Those with summons/animal companions they work with almost always get soulmarks to represent their animal partner(s) due to their extreme loyalty.

Soulmarks don't tend to form immediately after meeting but over time- though some get suspicious after a year markless. Sometimes people don't fit together as well as they think, sometimes they change and get along after time, sometimes one of them just can't bring themself to trust the other yet, etc. There's many reasons and cases of those who you think you should have a mark for not forming- while a clear reason is unknown, it quickly became a death/betrayal omen in the more superstitious shinobi communities.

Some extra info- Academy kids soulmarks with their classmates are often taken into consideration for team formations. If the person who's soulmark is in danger, it feels like pins and needles under your skin. If they feel extreme emotions, it either heats up or goes cold. Death causes soulmarks to darken and fade, but soulmarks only truly disappear when you can no longer trust them at all- often followed by betrayal. Soulmarks can be onesided- though more often in the case of one of them being very young (ex: siblings).

Now with all of that, some ideas-

• Kakashi's first soulmarks were his ninken

• Tenzo's first soulmark was Kakashi, i think it kind of freaked him out

• Shisui and Itachi formed soulmarks for each other as soon as they met, despite Itachi being so very young

• Shisui has soulmarks with his Yamanaka family despite refusing to realize he was practically adopted

• Shisui has soulmarks for his summons, which is a very big matter of pride for them

• Kakashi never formed soulmarks with his childhood team

• Gai has shed tears of joy, multiple times, for every soulmark he has

• Shisui and Kisame formed soulmarks for each other

• Kisame got a soulmark for Samehada and Shisui lost his mind when he found out because wtf

• at least one member of Squad Two has unknowingly formed a onesided soulmark with Naruto

• Genma has a habit of checking his soulmarks multiple times a day

• Raidou is fascinated by soulmarks and wants to study them

• Kagami never had a soulmark for Danzo, Sarutobi did and refuses to acknowledge what it means now it's gone

And now the one idea that started it all ✨

• Squad Two not having a soulmark for Shisui, possibly onesided where Shisui has theirs, until right before Danzo betrays him :)

Two main ways you could take this- Shisui somehow surviving the first attempt bc everyone who has his soulmark is pretty much alerted to that he's in danger

Or in hope au style, Shisui doesn't survive and wakes up in the past only for the others to get his soulmark and getting almost phantom sensations bc he's reacting to a danger that technically hasn't happened- maybe even his mark being unnaturally darker than it should be..

Also I'd just love to see how the others would react to having a soulmark from Shisui during his long mission bc it seems like it just kept getting worse for him LMAO

Do with this what you will, i just needed to write it down and get it out of my head so it would stop haunting me

Anyways I hope you're having a great day <3

Wowza!!! ✨✨✨

This is just a magnificent ask, I'm so impressed with the thought you've put into this AU! The delicious delicious platonic found family angst!!!!

What if 🥹 shisui had the squads soul marks the whole time 🥹 but they were between his shoulders (like wings) so he never saw them 🥹 and the burn just blended in with the pain of training, the buzzing chakra of Shunshin, the shame of sharingan eyes always watching him and finding him lacking 🥹 can you fucking imagine them begging to know why shisui didn't trust them with his problems and he breaks down and says they can't accuse him of that shit when he knows he gave them marks but they never gave him any back 😭 the angst, the gut wrenching whump.... This is such a good AU, anon!!!

SHISUI AND KISAME FORMING SOULMARKS AFTER LITERALLY A WEEK WORKING TOGETHER IM SO EMOTIONAL FOR THEM LMAO I CANT DECIDE IF IT'S BETTER THAT THEY DONT REALISE UNTIL AFTER THEY'VE SPLIT WAYS AND HAVE SEPERATE "OH SHIT" REACTIONS AND THEN SHUFFLE AROUND IT FOR AGES OR THEY GET THEM AS SOON AS THEY STAND UNITED AGAINST THE WORLD AND THEY SIMULTANEOUSLY FEEL THE SEAR OF THE MARK AND-!!! OOOOOH BOYYYYYY

Ino was born with Shisui's soulmark on her besides her parents'🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹❤️‍🔥

This is so beautiful and interesting, anon, thanks for sharing with us!!!! Have a great day, this was a lovely way to wrap up the week 🥰

#torship #torship talks #ask #anon #shisui #shisui soulmark au #soulmark au #platonic soulmates #kisame #yamanaka shisui #inoichi dad and shisui son #au of hope au #kisame x shisui #KisaShi

[floriianthefool]

like the soft beating of a heart in a still chest (fit into me like a missing rib)

mer Bruce Wayne x Reader

Chapter Fourteen

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When they bring out the padded sling, Bruce is immediately tense, pushing Dick with him towards the centre of the pool. He snarls when they grow closer, fins rising in an impressive showing, black sails unfurling, a warning.

He paces in the water, predatory eyes locked on the humans, Dick behind him. Dick pulls at one of Bruces arms, trying to slip past, yet Bruce maintains his stance, firm.

One of your co-workers holding the sling glances at you, uncertain. “He’s not going to come here. How are we going to get him into the sling?”

Before you can even answer, someone says, “Just lower the nets, it’ll push him into the shallows.”

Frowning, you open your mouth to say-

“He’s too dangerous to approach, ha, I should know. He nearly tore my arm off last month. Just give him a sedative, it’s what we used last time.”

“No,” you finally say, voice firm, “There will be no sedative.” The two of them look over at you, almost looming over you. One of the men crosses his arms, head tilted.

“And what do you suggest,” says the one with crossed arms. “I’ve worked with the beast before and ‘ve got the scars to prove it. Don’t know about you, princess, but I’m pretty sure Doctor Crane doesn’t want any casualties while we try to get Brucie to his checkup.”

“And there will be none,” you say, crossing your arms to match him. The other one is watching the two of you like it’s a particularly entertaining ping pong match, as well as some of your other co-workers as well, milling around the two of you. You can’t see Bruce, he isn’t in your line of sight, but you know he’s watching, know he’s taking in everything with those cutting eyes. “Doctor Crane put me in charge, and I know what I’m doing. This can all be done without any casualties, net, or sedative-“

“And how do you propose we do that?”

You steel yourself. You honestly can’t believe this conversation is still going on. Not only would the old you have not expressed her opinion, even if she had, she would have quailed by now before all the questioning and the pressure. God, old you really was a wimp. But you’re not anymore (at least you hope you’re not). You’re a new person. A braver, better, kinder person. A new you.

“The sling is stressing him out. It’s either very foreign, or he doesn’t have good experiences with it. Neither of them have good experiences with the sling. He- they both need to know they’re safe, that nothing is going to happen to them. The nets, the sedative, that’ll only freak them out, and make any future experiences even more stressful, as well as just worse in general.”

Everyone is really listening to you, really actually listening to what you have to say. Even Crossed Arms guy. It feels really nice.

“What we should do is not go into the water immediately with the sling, rather, someone needs to go into the water and, somehow, reassure them. Calm them down. We’re not going to be able to de-stress them from here, and yelling will just make it worse. Once they’ve realised that it’s safe, we should be able to convince them to come closer, and, hopefully, get onto the sling. That’s when we can bring in the sling and get Bruce on.”

“Great idea, Boss,” says the Crossed Arms Guy. It appears as if everyone has chosen him as their spokesperson. “Just, quick question?”

“Yeah,” you say. You think you know what he’s going to ask.

“Who’s going into the water? Because it sure as hell ain’t gonna be me.”

You look around the group. Everyone’s avoiding meeting your eye, except Crossed Arms guy, who only really looks defiant.

“I’ll do it.”

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Short snippet, rest of the chapter is up on ao3 under the name 'floriian'.

#bruce wayne x reader #mer bruce wayne #Mer Bruce Wayne x Reader #floriian #floriian: like the soft beating of a heart in a still chest (fit into me like a missing rib) #floriian: writes

[fivekrystalpetals]

So freaking this happened and

me immediately: his waist looks real huggable

*ahem* me: I was scared for no reason ofc they'd have a plan!

also me:

do you know how long I waited for an actual fight scene for Break??? It's been said several times that he is the strongest and best swordsman in the Pandora yet we have only two or three fights: one, with Cheshire which is overruled bc Cheshire was a chain and no match up against Break's Mad Hatter anyway,, and two, against Fang which lasted for too little and gave me more heart attacks bc idk which one of them is gonna die I couldn't even enjoy it properly but here..... I know he isn't gonna die bc Sharon and Shirley are here as his lucky charms so!!!! I am here with popcorn and screaming you go Break!!!!

(I am gonna put up the whole of Retrace 86/87 here and nobody can stop me)

So, I got my answer to the origins of the Mad Hatter. I assumed this might be the case, but the dimension was breaking apart while she was stating her wish so.... I didn't think it likely that she could have provided him with a chain at a time like that. Also, to think she gave him a 'destroying' chain to destroy herself, who is a creature of the Abyss </3

Shelley was such a sweet person (no, to be honest, all of the Rainsworth ladies are genuinely so sweet and caring,, I am sorry I had placed you ladies on my list of suspects as well in the beginning)

I wish we could have seen more of her, she must have made quite an impression on Break if it's her name he utters in a fatal situation;-;

Break, put this baby Sharon in your pocket for good luck :)

And now onto what I had been waiting all along--

--watching Break go all BAMF mode fjskjgkslla;me chanting: iwantthisanimatediwantthisanimatediwantthisanimatEDhfjsgjksl PLEASE I WANT THIS ANIMATED :(((

HE IS SO FAST OMG LOOK AT ALL THOSE ACTION LINES AJJGSKL

ok this was ruthlessly hot of him, he just chopped off a guy's head just like that not even bothering to look back at him ;-;

realizing how dangerous Break can get in situations like this-- he goes full Kevin Legnard mode

also this panel of Break is 🔥

hehehehe including my ship here because yay!! they are trying to kill each other!!! yay!!!!

the problem with shipping enemies-to-lovers is precisely this:

you are cheering for both sides of the conflict yet want neither one to die yet want both of them to win yet you know it's impossible and one is gonna die unless they ally for some reason but no reason exists and neither one relents yet--

in any case, can we talk about how smart Lottie is? (I had to go back and add this to my Lottie appreciation post because I was so impressed lol)

Had it not been for Shirley, Break might have lost here, died even,, because what she says is right. He is fighting but he has not at all healed from his previous injuries from his unnecessary fight against Fang (which, thanks to Vincent, got aggravated, seriously what's the sewer rat's problem?!),, so he is fighting for and with his life. Using his chain only adds to burden that his body can't take. lol, and so what a simple logic she uses-- just stay away from him by a certain distance, out of Mad Hatter's range and don't throw your chains against it either. He would self-destruct by himself ;-; (Break looks so annoyed here, he must have realized that her logic would work.)

Now...... I understand why everyone calls her the scariest lady in the Pandora omg the dangerous look in her eye (she has grown into a sort of mature beauty now compared to her young, childish and fresh beauty back then lol);

also, I love how his family doesn't treat his increasing disability as a handicap instead try to make use of whatever resource they have at hand to aid him regardless

He really killed all the Baskervilles except for Lottie, Lily and Doug who have Endgame-Stop-Glen-sama-Plot-Armor ig? (or...... no ha not possible right? I am getting too delululu and no I won't elaborate lol) poor those new Baskervilles,, they were only brought to be cannon fodder for Break's badass fight scene lmao

and then, we get Echo/Zwei appearing on scene with Ada as hostage and more at 10--

but I do have a complaint: I feel like Break knew/realized that Echo was Zwei? Had he let Oz and co. know of his suspicions at least (the way he did for Vincent) Uncle Oscar could have been alive....... ;-; or maybe, it's just my delusions ;-; Uncle Oscar should have been alive,, he should have the chance to be with the kids at the end ;-; at least he got to let Oz know his heartfelt wish and passed with a smile on his face so..... that's something? 😭😭

#pandora hearts #retrace lxxxvi #retrace lxxxvii #xerxes break #shelley rainsworth #shirley rainsworth #may-reads-ph #also slight #lottie x break #bc it's my super self-indulgent enemies to lovers ship >.< #yes this is partly no completely about break #i am not even sorry or ashamed #my break thirst was quenched with this chapter XD

[sailorsenshishitposter]

CUTE COUPLES GET IN FREE

While this is after the two stories I'm posting on valentines day, those can be read as stand alone and are not needed to enjoy this. No cursed smut but it's still a crack fic featuring Samuraiden and Sunsoon

Sundowner wanted to take Monsoon somewhere special for their first date but he wasn't sure which option would be best. He turned on his codec and messaged Sam. "I'm surprised that he even agreed to go out with you. I'll help you but here's the thing. You gotta get blondie to join. Think of it as a double date."

Everyone knew that Jack would rather die than date Sam so he knew he would have to trick the cyborg somehow. "Maybe if I take everyone out for a group event?  Damn it, why doesn't Sam just find someone who's actually interested in em'?" Sundowner was up all night planning but he now had an idea of how to pull this off. He messaged Sam and they discussed on how to proceed.

Everyone was in the office listening to Armstrong's lesson plan. Sundowner rushed in and immediately shoved everything off the table. "What the hell do you think you're doing!?" Before Armstrong could continue all he heard was "CAN'T WAIT! EVERYONE OUTSIDE!" Unsure if there was any danger lurking, everyone decided to evacuate.

Outside of World Marshal was a black van. Sundowner immediately pushed everyone inside, acting as if he was performing a routine army drill. He got in the driver's seat and slammed on the gas. "Mind telling us what's going on?" demanded his boss.

"I just thought you guys all deserved a treat! I'm taking y'all to a theme park. Don't worry about payin' either." Mistral was the first to speak. "Wow, that's very considerate. What's in this for you?" He tried to keep calm and deny the allegations. "C'mon. Can't I do something nice every once in a while?" Everyone then gave him a suspicious look.

"Anyone think we forgot something?" Back at headquarters stood a lonely Khamsin. "Hello? Is anyone there...?" Suddenly he tripped over something. It turned out to be Bladewolf's tail. The man gulped. This would not end up well for him. As Sundowner was driving he remembered that he hadn't picked up Jack and slammed hard on the brakes.

At this point Mistral had made him give up his seat so she could use one of her many pairs of hands to drive responsibly. "Shit!" He then made a secret codec call to the cyborg and prayed that he would receive it on time. Eventually they pulled up to the park entrance. "Twinkle Park? Are you sure this isn't for five year olds?"

He was about to reassure them when a familiar face showed up. "Well if it isn't saucy Jack? What brings you here?" Raiden groaned. "That asshole told me that Sam died and I was invited to celebrate!" Sam looked hurt. "Why must you wound me, my love?" Before a fight broke out, Sundowner got everyone's attention. "Hey, we're all here now so let's just have a good time!" Raiden sighed. "Fine. But I'm not paying!"

Sam said that wouldn't be an issue. As everyone got to the ticket booth, Raiden and Sam were the first to enter, causing a noise to go off. A robotic voice came on. "CUTE COUPLES GET IN FREE!" Jack then started freaking out. "I SAID THIS WASN'T A DATE!" Sam responded by saying that he could either get in for free or pay separately. In the end he chose the first option but swore to the Brazilian that if he attempted anything then he was going to lose more than his arm.

Mistral and Monsoon were next. The buzzer went off yet again and they were just glad they wouldn't be having to pay. This left Sundowner and Armstrong. "Crap! This wasn't supposed to happen!" They approached the booth and the sound didn't go off, causing the man to realize what was happening. Armstrong let out an awkward cough. "I hope you realize that I won't be paying for your actions."

Two tickets were bought with money being docked from the mans pay. "Please just let this be worth it!" Everyone got together and looked at the park map. "All right, we meet back here by 4 PM. I'll pair off with Monsoon so that means Mistral and Armstrong will be together. That leaves Sammy boy and good ol' Jack."

Before Raiden could protest, Sam was dragging him off, hoping to find some sort of love tunnel.  Sundowner turned to Monsoon. "Anywhere you want to go yet babe?" The cyborg thought it over. "What about the drop tower?" While this was happening Mistral and Armstrong somehow wound up at the arcade.

They soon noticed the punching machine. It was currently being used by some lanky teenager who could hardly get the bag to move, giving out a pathetic score. This was getting on Armstrong's nerves. He watched the boy fail a few more times and then told him to go hop on some other machine. He took off his shirt and handed it to Mistral. She got to see his abs though so she was hardly complaining. He raised his fist and punched so hard that the machine exploded. Mistral then handed him his shirt back. "I think we should try something else."

______

Now it was Raiden and Sam. Raiden had made it a point that if he was being forced on a date then he should be the one to pick the ride. "That makes sense. So where are we going pretty boy?" The cyborg let out a smug laugh. "Let's see what's the fastest roller coaster that they have."

_______

It turns out the tower drop isn't as fun if you've already jumped off of buildings that are higher. "What should we do now?" This was Sundowners perfect chance. "I haven't been on a Ferris wheel in ages! Let's see of it can hold all of my weight!" They than began walking towards the next ride. Now he was panicking internally. "Say something to him damn it!"

"You look different. Did you do something with your hair? Oh wait I know! You're using a new soap!" The cyborg wasn't sure why his boyfriend was asking him these bizarre questions. "You're just smelling the WD40 that I polish my body with..." Well this was awkward. "Hey look, we're almost there!"

________

Mistral was standing in line with her boss when she noticed her colleague Sam. "Hey, are you guys also going on the rollercoaster?" Raiden smirked. "Why yes. Also the best seats are in the front row." He had no issues with this woman so he decided to do her a favour. "I'll keep that in mind, merci."

As everyone got aboard the ride, Raiden deliberately chose seats near the back. Sam then began to purr. "Oh bonito, you chose this place so we could have some privacy, how romantic!" Raiden was trying not to cackle like a maniac. "That's what you think!" he thought to himself.

Mistral sat near the front and waited for Armstrong to join her but unfortunately he was so large that he required his own seat. He pushed up his glasses and frowned. The only available spot was right behind Sam and Jack. He made his way over and buckled himself in, unaware of the horrors that await him.

________

Sundowner and Monsoon were now on the Ferris wheel. They soon reached the top and the Alabama man felt compelled to say something. "I can't believe they made a whole theme park modeled after a castle! It makes me feel like some kinda prince charming." Monsoon then turned towards him. "I'm not following. Are you wanting me to dress up as a princess or something?" Shit. This was now even more awkward.

"No, no. What I'm trying ta say is I like ya and I want ya." Before he could continue he was cutoff. "Are you playing from your speakers again?" This was the second time he had an issue with his blu tooth. "Darn it alexa, stop playing so this is love! I'm trying to do something important here!" Monsoon held Sundowners chin. "Did you do all of this just for me?"

The other man blushed. "It was supposed to be a secret!" The cyborg cuddled closer to him. "Who's my little pogchamp?" Sundowner responded "I am." The cyborg grinned. "Good. Now as a reward how about I let you throw these fire crackers at the children down below?" Sundowner was amazed and it took all of his will power not to play tonsil hockey with what was essentially a magnet.

________

There were screams. It was all over before it started. Raiden knew that Sam would most likely vomit his guts all over the place. Since most of the people were in the front they were safe. This did not apply to Armstrong though. When it hit him he screamed in rage, threatening to take the mans others arm. The ride came to an end and everyone immediately jumped out of their seats.

Armstrong was now coated in filth and was angrier than anyone had ever seen him. "WE'RE LEAVING!" He tried to contact the other two by codec. "WHERE THE HELL ARE THE THEY!" He got everyone loaded into the car and then burst through the gate. Armstrong was driving like a mad man, running over pedestrians and crashing into buildings. "Sir, where did you learn to drive?"

He would chuckle if he were in a better mood. "Mistral and I played a little game called crazy taxi at the arcade earlier!" They were doomed. Armstrong soon drove into part of the building and found Sundowner heavily making out with Monsoon next to the a panel of electrical circuit breakers. Sam gave a whistle and Sundowner tried to yell back that this isn't what it looks like.

"I DON'T CARE WHAT IT IS! GET IN THIS VAN NOW!" The two of them gulped. "Understood." They arrived back at headquarters to find Bladewolf rolling around in a puddle of blood as if he were a puppy. "THAT'S IT, I'VE HAD ENOUGH!" Armstrong was now going to take the mother of all showers. Raiden then handed a towel to Sam and left while laughing.

Mistral then used one of her many arms and picked the Brazilian man up. "Come on, it's time to hose you down." That just left Monsoon and Sundowner. He dipped the cyborg down and leaned in closely. "Now, where were we?" Suddenly Bladewolf came in. He wanted to play tug of war with this spine he somehow found. "FML"

#samuraiden #sunsoon #shitpost #crack fic #mgrr #metal gear rising revengeance #mgr #cursed #mgr raiden #raiden #raiden mgr #jetstream sam #samuel rodrigues #mgr sam #sundowner mgr #monsoon mgr #mistral mgr #senator armstrong #Armstrong mgr #twinkle park #Warning for vomit from roller coaster rides I guess #psycopaths dating

[kirsdoesstuff]

TWST Headcanons for my Insert

TWST Headcanons for my Insert

🌹♣️♦️♥️♠️ & 🦁🍩🐺

-Note-

Now my headcanons are based on my personal insert and what I think both parties will do.

Beware Book 6 Mentions

Example, I totally would’ve thrown a chair at a robot in pure rage at both situation and the fact people I care about were in danger.

This accounts for feeling the build up of stress, like being tempted to slap a few people or tempted to punch someone or something. Not doing it, but damn tempting.

Personally I’d also probably fall for either Leona or Malleus, leaning towards Leona. I won’t put romantic stuff in this one, but I’ll make something separate later on.

I’m currently on the way to turning 20 in October so I’m putting that as what’s there. While my wit texting insert is 19 still.

Heartslabyul

Riddle

Gets plenty of hugs from Kirs due to his past with consent to hug of course. Takes a while for him to get use to it completely

Enjoys another being shorter than himself yet older

Gets them in on punishments for the duo when they start breaking a lot of rules that aren’t small

Kirs treats him like he’s 17 and reminds him not everything has to be perfect

Generally get along when he mellows out

He still finds Kirs breaking very specific rules a lot since they don’t know what they are and aren’t from the dorm

He enjoys being taller than them

Book 6 : Has only seen Kirs truly mad once, Idia surely was just the tipping point after everything that happened already, but he didn’t expect to see that amount of pure rage

Trey

They’re friends and talk casually

Bake together sometimes and when they’ve been invited to a unbirthday

Helped teach them the rules surrounding their parties so they’d remember those at the least

Sometimes treats them younger than due to appearance, but backs off if he’s reminded that they’re older than him

Has yet to see them mad, but Riddle had explained that no one should ever make them mad or they shall face wrath worse than his own

Cater

They hang out a lot and Kirs can take plenty of good pics for him

Enjoys listening to music from their world

Makes them come to some of the Music Clubs meets, so the others can hear the music you have saved

He feels rather comfortable around them, since they don’t really judge people

Hugs them casually or puts an arm around their shoulder (platonic)

Has heard a rant or two about their struggles in this new world

Doesn’t care all that much that they’re a bit different from everyone

Didn’t mention Idia for a few days after events, as one time the atmosphere changed dark immediately

Ace

Couldn’t help but tease them about their height

Managed to tic them off enough for an elbow in the gut

Learned not to constantly pester them and how to make puppy dog eyes for good measure

Asking them to go over the homework with him (& Deuce) a lot, just how do they make it look so easy

Wait what?! They’re older than their own seniors? No wonder they breezed through, but that doesn’t explain height

Biological difference? You know he sucks at science, so be specific

Oh…..so that’s why you don’t go to the changing rooms, I bet Deuce is gonna freak out a bit due to how comfortable they both were around them sometimes

Deuce

Was glad Kirs would explain things a bit slower for him when they started to study together

Can be calmed down by them if someone agitates him

Is surprised to see them throw a kick when talking doesn’t work

Looks up to them a bit for how smart they were and they were literally his senpai in age

Enjoys being tutored by them, since they explain it so differently than the teachers

He did somewhat freeze when he was told about their biological sex, and after apologizing for anything he did that might’ve made them uncomfortable or scared

Is thankful they’re understanding and forgiving, but reassuring him that he didn’t make them uncomfortable

He knows not to treat them any differently than before, they’re just them

Savanaclaw

Leona

Didn’t quite like Kirs at first, after all they were against him in the beginning

He knew something was up with them and learning they were the same age was a shock

It explained how they smelled so different, since he wasn’t an idiot and knew they were different

Though they never said anything specific about their gender identity

They were patient and would bug him to go up his grades, they too found the basic classes too easy but still put the effort to write it

He tolerates them annoying him

One of a few people who can wake him up without consequences often

Book 6: Seeing them filled with pure rage reminded him not to push them too far if they’re that stressed already

Knows his dorm won’t step out of line if they’re around

Ruggie

Broke buddies, though he understands it’s because of Headmage Crowley

Will often get them if they can’t find Leona to deal with dorm situations and in return teaches them how to use specific deals at Sam’s Shop

Knows they could beat up someone if they need to

Enjoys how they don’t treat him as lesser than

Oh you’re as old as Leona, could you try talking some sense into him?

He also doesn’t really care what sex they were born, it doesn’t affect him

Though he notices that some of the bunch who were at STYX, were much more cautious about pissing them off after the fact for a while

Jack

He enjoys how honest they are and how they don’t let things really bother them

He enjoys learning more about what they’ve experienced as someone who is older than himself

They do sometimes ask if he’d mind reaching for something if he’s around

He trusts them to brush him in wolf form, and he always gets ear scratches from them

Of course he notices that through time they got more stressed with all the Overblots and extra work piled on them. There wasn’t much he could do other than letting the main first years know and tell his Housewarden

#twisted wonderland imagines #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst disney #twst oc #twst insert #heartslabyul #savanaclaw #twst headcanons #twst imagines #leona kingscholar #riddle rosehearts #ace trappola #deuce spade #jack howl #trey clover #ruggie bucchi #cater diamond

[dimorphodon-x]

oc time!! :O i have numerous questions to ask but i'll go with an oc interaction one for now - how would Starhawk or Aero react to Pimpernel? She's an autobot mechanic who loves astronomy and botany, who's wide-eyed and curious about everyday cybertronian life. Some of the things she says can seem weird and out of place for a robot (such as using organic terminology, like when talking about anatomy for example), and she sometimes seems to know more about organic cultures (particularly Nebulos) than her 'own', but she's kind and friendly regardless!

She's into traveling and making starmaps, as well as growing both cybernetic and organic flora. She can be a little clumsy and disorganized at times but she tries to be at her best when interacting with people! She lives aboard an Autobot fleet that goes around the galaxy in search of persons of interest, particularly dangerous decepticons, and her father figures are her officer and fleet commander, as well as ex-decepticon executioner Glare. They're the only two who know she's an organic piloting a giant suit, but that can change :D

Starhawk-

Hawk might find Pimpernel a bit odd. He doesn’t understand most organic terminologies and might occasionally ask for a definition.

But she certainly seems nice and interesting enough to talk to. He wouldn’t think much about her knowledge on organic cultures, and in all honesty he doesn’t know many details about cybertronian cultures either, aside from some of the religious bits.

As someone who does a lot of space travel, he might be a little interested in her star maps, if only to see if he recognizes any of them. Don’t expect him to remember the names of star clusters and stuff, he’s ‘naturally’ hardwired to navigate the stars, he doesn’t actually know much of anything about astrology. Or any of the other sciences but shhh

And while Glare might be a bit intimidating, he’d enjoy hanging out with Pimpernel. She’s a very interesting character :>

Just make sure he doesn’t find out about her little secret, it would freak him out 💀 (chances are he won’t find out but still)

Aero-

Aero has a huge fascination for organics, flora especially. He has a big fat handmade book filled with notes, pressed specimens, pictures and hand drawn images of many different plants from the many organic planets he’s visited. There’s a few critters here and there, but it’s obvious his focus is on plants. He might take to Pimpernel very fast, not in the least bit suspicious about her use of organic words (he’s picked up plenty himself) and would love to be able to document her collection of flora, as well as show off the many specimens he’s collected over the years.

Aero would virtually be completely harmless to Pimpernel himself, however his two trine mates, Killnight and Kickthrust, are something to worry about. Killnight is paranoid and suspicious of others, and would immediately think something is up with her. Kickthrust is just very destructive and loud. Aero has lost many of his notes and beautifully preserved specimens to their destructive and paranoid habits that he is helpless to stop. Even if they never find her secret, those two are still very dangerous.

It’s a good thing that Pimpernel has Glare around at least. But he might scare off all three of them.

#cuppajj #starhawk #aero

[theargentlands]

Scarlett looked over herself in the mirror, ensuring she was presentable enough for Mesa’s friends. She stared at the bags under her eyes with malice, but she would have to make do with them; After all, they were a price to pay for hanging out with Mesa. Her coffee machine dinged, prompting her to pour the fresh pot into a large bottle, hoping that it would be enough to last her through the day. She looked around at the tiny apartment that she and her mom lived in; It was still messy, even after how much time Scarlett had spent trying to make it have any resemblance of tidiness. The door clicked open as Scarlett let out a long anxiety-ridden sigh. 

Scarlett found Mesa standing directly underneath the ceiling fan, desperately trying to cool himself off. His entire body perked up as he saw Scarlett push her way through the door to the stairwell. “Scarlett!” His tail wagged quite violently and he started bouncing on the tips of his toes, “My first favorite person is going to meet my other three favorite people! It’ll be great!”

“I’m excited to meet them, especially after everything you told me that they’ve done.” The two stepped outside and Scarlett instinctually threw out her wings, ready to launch into flight. She paused for a moment as she remembered Mesa. “Wow.” She laughed, “I always fly to where I need to go. I never really noticed how much I do it.” She tucked her wings back into place as she hastened her pace to catch up to Mesa.

Scarlett’s heart rate grew with every step closer to the light blue house at the end of the block. She always struggled with meeting new people, and being seen as potentially dangerous didn’t do her any favors either. She found solace in how Mesa described his friends, always depicting them as kind and friendly within the stories he tells. The two walked up to the house together and Scarlett immediately recognized one of Mesa’s friends. 

“Oh hey! I didn’t know you were Mesa’s friend!” She called out to Sili, who was lounging in a lawn chair on the driveway like usual.

Mesa encouraged Scarlett, noticing her previous discomfort, “You already know one of my friends! That’s a good start!”

“Y’know,” Scarlett started, “You’re the only customer, besides Mesa, who comes in at the off-hours of the night.”

“Oh yeah, the Dragon I live with gets really weird cravings when she’s writing, so it's mostly my job to fetch those for her.” “*Ooooh,*” The gears inside Scarlett’s head finally clicked into place, “Wow. I just thought you were some kind of freak after you bought out *all* of the hot dogs in the display. I seriously questioned how you could stomach so many, especially when I could only get through half.”

“I tried one of them and nearly puked,” Sili said through giggles, “I’m convinced they’re almost all fat with barely any meat in them.”

Scarlett joined her in her laughter, “Judging from the back of the packaging, I don’t think there’s anything close to meat in them at all.” She wiped a tear from her eye and tried to calm herself down from laughing so hard, “Oh right, introductions, I’m Scarlett the Chira.”

Sili responded in deep, panting breaths, “Sili the Kobold. Nice to meet you!”

Ember and Delilah snickered to themselves as they walked up to the others. Scarlett could feel a faint magical presence coming from him, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary as he looked like just a normal Eleken. “Hi! Mesa said you were coming over. I’m Ember the Eleken, and this is Delilah the Yunai,” He gestured over to Delilah. “What’s your name?” “Scarlett, Scarlett the Chira.” “Nice to meet you. Hey, want to see something cool?” Ember asked as a smile started to creep along his face. 

“Sure!”

The flesh melted from Ember’s face, revealing his authentic appearance as a Cursed Eleken. Scarlett reacted before the spell could fully dissipate in his neck, landing a solid punch right across his cheek and sending Ember’s skull tumbling to the ground. 

Scarlett’s voice became frantic as she tried to apologize, “*I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.*” She covered her face in embarrassment. “Told you it was a bad idea,” Delilah said, speaking to Ember’s now dislocated skull as it rolled back to his body.

Ember righted his skull in its place on his skeletal neck before responding, “Don’t try to high-horse me, you encouraged it.” He addressed Scarlett, who was trying to make herself as small as possible, “Hey. I’m sorry, that was a cruel joke.” His mood lightened as he saw Scarlett start to open up, “Hell! That was the hardest anyone’s ever punched me! You got a strong arm!” “You’re… Glad about that?” “Honestly? I deserved that punch. And plus, It’s not like I can feel pain in my skull anyways.”

“Yeah, sometimes we kick it around for fun when we’re bored, so no hard feelings, okay?” Delilah said, trying to comfort Scarlett

“Okay,” Scarlett said shyly. She took a long sip of her coffee to steady her breathing and to make sure she could stay awake. 

“What are you drinking?” Sili asked.

“Oh, Coffee, it helps me stay awake when I do outings like this.” “Oh right, Chira are nocturnal, aren’t they?” “Yeah. Which makes socializing a pain. And getting a job too, but fortunately, I got the night shifts at the convenience store.”

“Really? I mean it makes sense, but it’s just kinda surprising.” Ember added, “How’d you know that Sili?”

“There’s not a lot on the Chira and what their society is like, so I get most of my knowledge from my dragon.”

“How does your dragon know so much?” Scarlett asked, quite intrigued by this dragon Sili had taken up roost with.

“It’s part of her job as a history textbook writer, so most of what she learns I get to learn too. So in case you ever wondered how I knew so much about history, that’s why.”

“Wait, Sili,” Ember said, a bit dazzled by the new info, “You’re telling me that the dragon you live with writes the textbooks for our school?” “Yeah, Juniper the Sage. She’s also the reason why we get new textbooks for free every couple of years. She’s been researching as much as she could about Chira, so expect that to be taught in a year or two.”

Scarlett’s stomach growled, “I should head back home to rest and eat.” She started to partially speak out loud to herself, “I wonder if there’s still microwave dinners in the freezer.”

Mesa’s ears perked up and worry spread across his face, “Do you eat well at home?”

“No. My mother’s too busy with work to cook, and I can’t cook anything more than what goes in a microwave.”

“Oh, I didn’t realize you lived like that. Maybe I can cook you dinner sometime? It would be at night, so I guess technically for you it would be breakfast.” He turned to the others, “You’ll all be invited too of course.” 

“I… I would love that. I can take days off whenever I want, so just give me a date.” Mesa turned to Ember, his eyes now full of passion, “When’s the next full moon? If I’m going to cook I want all my friends to be able to enjoy it.” 

Ember looked at the sky, stopping all movement in his body as the flames within his hollow eyesockets slowly crept to consume his entire skull. His voice began to echo from every direction except where he stood, “The Raw Magic’s grasp will be weakest in 5 days’ time.” 

“W… Why is that important?” Scarlett asked, slightly spooked by the sight in front of her. 

Sili was the first to answer her question, “Cused Eleken like Ember can’t taste or smell unless it’s a full moon.”

“Why specifically a full moon? What does the Raw Magic’s grasp being weakened mean?”

“On full moons Cursed Elekens revert back to before they were cursed, meaning they properly have their heads back and can taste and smell. Basically, it makes it as though they were never cursed in the first place.” 

“Ah, okay!.”

“Hey Mesa, I’m sure Juniper would be more than willing to let you use her kitchen and ingredients as long as you make sure she gets some food as well.”

“That would be wonderful, if you can get confirmation on that then I’ll put it in my planner.”

Scarlett let out a yawn as she stretched back, raising her arms into the air. When she pulled them back down she tried to lick up as many drops of coffee as she could from the empty bottle. “I really should get going unless I want to fall out of the sky on my way back. See you guys later.”

“We’ll find you and get you to the hospital, don’t worry,” Delilah said jokingly. 

Scarlett said her goodbyes before launching into the sky, slowly gliding back to her apartment as fast as she could while she wrestled with staying awake. 

#writing #the argent lands #fantasy

[enderon]

**BUNGO STRAY DOGS SEASON 4 EPISODE 1 SPOILERS**

(There's also some spoilers for whats gonna happen later in the story, so if you still wanna be surprised, maybe stay away)

Here are some things I'm absolutely in love with:

- Getting to actually see young Fukuzawa be a casual badass is so good, this season in general should be really nice for people that like to see him kick ass

- Baby Ranpo is just as delightfully annoying and right as he seemed in the book, and I love how he just jaringly pops into the scene out of nowhere, as he should

- A note that's making me emotional, right now we're seeing the world through shades of blue and grey, very drab and sad, we're seeing it through Fukuzawa's eyes, who right now is alone and ashamed and doesn't think of himself as a very good person. But, when he starts thinking back to all the moments Ranpo is doing something amazing, they're always in full color, even though those previous scenes were also grey. Its this indication that Ranpo is starting to bring color and life back to him,and considering where this will all end up, that's exactly what will happen. I wouldn't be surprised if we have a moment next episode, either right after the lie happens and Ranpo just unleashes his full amazingness OR in the moment where Fukuzawa goes to save Ranpo and realizes he's angry cause he was scared and worried and actually cares about this kid, where suddenly everything is in color.

- Another note that makes me emotional, they say right off the bat that this is also a story about parenting, and yeah, that is the relationship they have. I know people can ship what they want, and people frequently ship these two, but after you've read Untold Origins it feels weird, cause Fukuzawa was basically a parent to Ranpo, and not in just the figurative sence, Fukuzawa takes Ranpo in when he is 14 and from there on cares for him, makes sure he gets an education, that he's fed and clothed, and that's why he's the only person that Ranpo really listens to as an adult. That's his dad y'all.

- I love how, they end the episode with the moment where Ranpo is reading Fukuzawa and Fukuzawa freaks out at him, ESPECIALLY cause of the way they framed Ranpo looking at him so shocked, opening his eyes for the first time all episode. This is because I can see this paralleling really well with the later scene, when Fukuzawa saves Ranpo and slaps him for being so careless and putting himself in danger, and Ranpo again looks at him in shock. But it's a different recation both times. In the first scene, Ranpo is shocked and seems scared, probably starting to think that this adult isn't any different than others, getting mad at him when he points out the 'obvious'. But the second moment is so different, it's after the lie, it's after Fukuzawa continues to stick around DESPITE all the problems and grief Ranpo being there brings him, and when he's shocked and starts crying, yeah its partially cause Fukuzawa smacked him, but it's also because this is the first time since his parents that an adult has cared enough about him to worry about his safety, he isn't scared in this scene, not really, after all he immediately then latches onto Fukuzawa. I hope it really does end up being paralleled so well.

Now, here are some things I'm sad we missed out on and am concerned about:

- I know why they couldn't do this, but I'm kinda sad some people are gonna miss out on the absolutely beautiful moment when Fukuzawa and Ranpo are heading to the theater, Ranpo is just talking his ear off, and Fykuzawa spends the whole time plotting how to get rid of him, including a thought about throwing him into the ocean. It's a beautiful and hilarious scene. Honestly, this episode makes Fukuzawa look so much more well put together, when in the novel we get all his thoughts and he basically spends the whole story floundering and not at all knowing how to interact with Ranpo. It's very humanizing for a character who can seem a bit 'larger than life' sometimes. Again, I know why they couldn't, but I'm still sad we're not getting it.

- I could just be misremembering where this conversation is supposed to happen, but I hope they don't just skip over on giving us more information about Ranpo's parents, cause knowing the kind of people they were and seeing Ranpo's love and respect for them is super important for WHY Fukuzawa creates the lie. A big reason Fukuzawa doesn't just tell Ranpo the truth (alongside panicking cause he doesnt know how to deal with a child having a breakdown), that he's amazingly intelligent and different from other people, is because his parents were equally amazing and intelligent people who never told Ranpo how amazing he is and how he sees the world differently from other people, and seeing how much Ranpo loved his parents, Fukuzawa doesn't want to reveal to him that they kept that from him his whole life. Now, the way they zoomed the camera in on just Ranpo's mouth when he says they're dead, not letting us see his whole face and emotion, does give me hope that they will address it more next episode. Fingers crossed.

#bungo stray dogs #edogawa ranpo #fukuzawa yukichi #president fukuzawa

[24hlevi]

Jinx (Arcane/LOL) As Your Girlfriend

Jinx (Arcane/League Of Legends) X Gn!Reader

Summary: What dating Jinx would be like

this is my first LOL/arcane writing so please lmk if something is wrong or needs to be changed

also i don't have a masterlist for these characters but i write for; jinx, vi, viktor, caitlyn, jayce, and silco so feel free to send requests for those ppl

- dating jinx is a very wild ride, and it's something different every day which can be taken as both good and bad

- as we know, jinx is quite talkative so when she confessed to you about her feelings towards you, it was in the middle of a missions which was terrible timing

- but after the mission was a success (because jinx knew if she fucked it up that you would probably think she was an idiot or weak) and you talked to her about it, she was very excited and happy to hear that you had feelings back

- jinx has a lot of nicknames she calls you but the most common ones are "toots", "sugar", "trinket" and "angel"

- call her your lucky/good luck charm ONCE and she'll start crying because no one has called her that and it's the best thing anyone can say to her with her name literally being jinx

- expect to help her through her episodes, because if you don't then she'll feel like she really has no one and that you don't care about her

- when she does have an episode, it can be hard for her to calm down if she's on a mission and freaks out but all you have to do is take whatever weapon she has in her hand and toss it to the side and then hugging her while whispering sweet nothings to her

- now if the roles were reversed and you were the one who needed the comfort then for the first few seconds she would be freaking out as she didn't know what to do (yes, every time) before she would either drag you to her hideout and simply hold you through it or find something to distract you for the time being

- dates with jinx are always fun, exciting, and a little dangerous but she makes sure that there's a good memory for every one

- when jinx first introduced you to silco, he wasn't mad at all, and instead he just said, "well at least she has someone else to be with." with a barely visible smile

- meeting vi was a wild ride, and you were more scared of her than silco when you two first met but after she asked many questions, she smiled and gave you the okay to be with jinx even though jinx was right beside you answering the questions as well

- jinx loves throwing pranks, so expect her to ask A LOT for you to help her with making the contents or distracting whoever it was she was doing it on

- yes that also means she does it to you but not as often but when she does its a fucking mess everywhere because she always says "go big or go home"

- jinx is continuously telling you that she loves you at any given moment because she's worried that one day you'll just up and leave and she wasn't able to say it one last time

- cuddling with jinx can either be amazing or an absolute nightmare and you can never tell which one it'll be before it happens

- for one, she can never pick whether she wants to be the big or little spoon, and two, she can never stay in one position unless you have a iron grip on her to hold her in place

- or just talk to her until you both fall asleep in the middle of a conversation while playing with/re-braiding her hair

- obviously arguments do happen, and there are times where it gets...scary

- does it ever get one of you two dangerously close to being severely injured? it's rare, but yes

- but there are never any real injuries from either of you because of one of you realizing what could happen and immediately stopping it

- hand holding is a must with jinx, and most other forms of pda that she is usually initiating

- jinx isn't just jinx with you, she's also powder whenever you two are alone together and lets her inner child come out because she finally found someone she can be that comfortable around

- she loves finding random things (that are usually expensive and stolen) and giving them to you just to show how much she loves you

- jinx can't cook for shit, she's used to everyone else cooking for her so she has no idea how to cook even if she's reading instructions she somehow does it wrong so you better know how to cook or else silco or sevika are gonna be pissed at both of you for not knowing how to cook basic things

- its not hard for jinx to get jealous, but only because she doesn't understand how people can't tell your hers and so she usually winds up beating up the person flirting with you (or kill them, but she won't tell you that)

- jinx adores neck kisses, not just in the suggestive way, but in a cute way because she sees it as an intimate act and is always doing it, it doesn't matter where or who you're with (she leave marks most of the time)

- to jinx you are her angel that came specifically for her to keep her from going over the edge and to love her always and forever, and the longer the relationship keeps going, the more she believes it, and the more she falls in love with you

#arcane #arcane x reader #jinx lol #jinx arcane #jinx x reader #lol arcane #lol x reader #jinx #arcane imagines #lol imagine #jinx imagine #jinx headcanon #jinx hcs #arcane headcanon #arcane hc #lol headcanon #lol hcs

[goggles-mcgee]

The Protective Town

Another Danny Phantom idea where everyone in the town separately, in groups, or somehow else collectively all figure out that Phantom is Danny Fenton. Of course they freak out, this is a kid. A kid who half-died without any of them knowing. A kid many had seen grow up along with his sister. Neighbors had often been worried for the Fenton children, they thought Jack and Maddie, thought the two loved their kids, were negligent, they watched poor Jazz mature well beyond her age because she had to. There were many times people wanted to report the Fentons for child abuse but they never did, maybe it was because they knew Jack and Maddie did love their children, maybe it was just easier not to start shit with the people who created all kinds of dangerous looking weapons and equipment. But they never thought....they never believed they would be so negligent, so...so caught up in their work that they would endanger their children with said work. They never thought they would be responsible for one of their children half-dying and becoming half of what they hunted. And oh God, they hunted their son like rabid animals....they...they had said many times how they wanted to capture Phantom to experiment on him.

The town slowly figures out that each other know too and it's then that they all decide they will protect Danny from his parents as Phantom whatever it takes. Some park purposefully bad to block them in to parking spaces, others will drive slower when they see the GAV on the streets, some will just plainly block them away from a ghost attack. They would make a human wall. The teachers are heartbroken but none more than Lance because they all gave Danny a hard time but they all make sure to work with him a lot more since they know how much of his time goes to protecting them. The students will make excuses for him to his parents and even the GIW if they have to. Dash still picks on him but it's more to make Danny think nothing has changed, he toned it down a lot and just said it was because Phantom was a role model and he wanted to do better. Dash is one of the first people to start the human wall. Valerie is pissed, confused, sad, you name it, but she feels just as protective as everyone else, maybe more and Danny definitely notices when Red Huntress stops going after him and she even starts to help out in fights.

The town realize that Sam, Tucker, and Jazz help Danny out and they are immediately added to the Must Protect list. Then they all remember Dani and shit that's another but they don't care, they're going to do whatever they can to keep those kids safe even if that means taking the Jazz and Danny from their parents because their house obviously is not a safe or healthy environment for either teen.

Then the town kind of sort of maybe adopts some of the ghosts Danny had fought because dammit some of them had been kids too and they don't like the way the Fentons look at them and hunt them either. So the town is now protective of them too and maybe the ghosts think humans may not be all bad.

Amity just becomes fiercely protective over their kids, ghost, human, or halfa.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #jazz fenton #jack fenton #maddie fenton #jack and maddie's a+ parenting #amity park #fluff and angst and angst and fluff folks #tucker foley #sam manson #amity park ghosts #danny phantom idea