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eternal-armin · 1 year

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safe in the deep cliffs.

after acting weird all day, eddie confronts you about what's going on. reader: masculine. cw: running away, mentions of abusive parents, mentions of beatings alluding to homophobia, briefest mention of s.i.

"eddie, what are you doing?!" the moment you stepped out of the car, the rain drenched you, but you didn't mind. it flickered gold in front of the headlights, which simultaneously illuminated him.

"oh, i dunno, [y/n], i think that's better aimed toward you! why are you trying to leave hawkins?! it's barely three in the morning!" a hood was the only thing eddie wore to protect from the pouring rain. and beyond it all, you could still see his gaze. on the border of angry and shocked, but moreso, curious. why now? why today? just... why, in general?

"i-it's—it's nothing, eddie, okay? just go back home. i'll be fine."

"no, nuh-uh, i am not fucking leaving until i know what's going on! you wouldn't be driving out of hawkins just willy-nilly, i know you, [y/n]! tell me what the hell is going on!" eddie approached you, but in no menacing way. he was a concerned friend. "you act weird all day, you don't talk to anyone, you don't even fucking look at anyone, you don't eat, and now you're just... disappearing yourself? is that what this is?!"

your mouth opened, you tried to speak, and yet no words left your lips. all day, you'd purposely distanced yourself from your family, from your friends, and from eddie, because maybe it would hurt you less. hurt them less. it was already a decision that tore you apart. you didn't want anyone else to feel that, too.

eddie managed to see, beyond the pouring rain which flickered with light, the tears that welled up in your eyes.

"hey, hey, hey, you don't need to cry. you don't—i'm sorry for yelling at you, just please, please don't cry." eddie stumbled over his words, hands cupping your cheeks with such care that you felt like a porcelain doll. his thumbs brushed away the tears, brushed away the rain.

you managed a smile despite your trembling lips, but it disappeared quickly, your expression contorting as you tried your best not to cry.

you couldn't stay in hawkins anymore.

you couldn't stay with your family anymore.

you couldn't deal with the dickheads in this small town anymore.

"i-i'm sorry, eds."

"wha—" he exhaled quickly. "what are you sorry for? what are you doing? please just tell me." his voice trembled. the ache in your chest grew so much worse just from hearing that. the normally expressive and hyper eddie now stood in front of you with only concern in his eyes. concern for someone like you.

you couldn't keep lying to him like this. you knew damn well that he deserved better, and you knew he was thinking of something a little more, uhm, permanent, than running away.

"i can't stay here anymore, eddie." your voice was quiet and each word was laborious to say. to say and not break down into sobs, at least. this was the closest you had ever gotten to telling anyone about your plans. you didn't like it.

maybe you just didn't like the fact that it was him.

"w-wh—what do you mean. i mean, yeah, this place is fucked up, i know, but—why is running away your go-to answer? you can't seriously just... leave everyone behind, right? right?" he kept his voice measured as well, and you could almost feel how choked up he was getting.

"of course running away isn't my go-to answer, eddie, but i don't have any other choice!" your voice broke through many of the words you spoke, your throat hoarse from keeping in so many cries. "i'm sick of being beaten up by those dickheads whenever i go to school! i'm sick of my parents doing the same thing! i-i can't keep living like this, eddie, this is the only choice i have left before i..." your voice lost its momentum, trailing off back into the scared and quiet self you knew oh-so well. "...before i do something stupid. i-it's the best option i have. no one will miss me."

"that's a lie, [y/n]. that's a lie and you know it. there are many people who would miss you. me included! in fact, i may be at the very top of that list! you mean the entire goddamn world to me, i-i—i wouldn't be able to live without you!" eddie did not beg. but his eyes did.

it absolutely tortured you.

and thus, you found yourself unable to look at him, unable to raise your eyes above the top of his shirt. you were supposed to be tough, you were supposed to be strong, but here you were. whimpering and crying like a wounded puppy because you were too weak to deal with the cards you were dealt.

at the same time, though, you knew this was the strongest you had ever been.

"if you're leaving, bring me with you. at least. you'll do better with someone with you, it'll—... who the fuck am i kidding, i just want to be with you. i want to go with you. i want to protect you. please, [y/n], let me come with you." he squeezed your shoulders.

"what about your friends? what about your band—what about hellfire? none of them will be the same without you."

"yeah, it's the same story for you, rockstar! it'll be hard to live without them but it would be impossible to live without you! i would not be able to live if i didn't have you by my side, alright?!" he cleared his throat, sucking in a breath through clenched teeth. "s-sorry. sorry. that was, uh... that was loud."

all of a sudden you were so close to the one person you dreamed of. the decision was difficult to begin with and made so much harder simply because you were so close to eddie. you didn't want to just be friends with him. but that also fueled the abuse from your parents and the 'people' at hawkins high. neither of you could live without the other. it had been that way since you were a freshman; and for four years, you were practically joined at the hip.

why should he have to stay in this shithole while you go? what kind of person would you be if you left him here? you knew damn well that you would shatter in the first week without him. and by the desperation in his voice, it would be the same the other way around.

finally you had the strength to look him in the eye. "you would rather disappear with me than live in your hometown with your friends and family?"

"[y/n], i would give up any number of things to be with you." seeing eddie so deadly serious, and so absolutely close, surely he knew that he would melt your resolve. it was cotton candy in water. you stood no chance.

"...okay. o-okay." you nodded slightly. as much as you tried to think you were independent, you knew that life would be hollow and empty without someone to walk with you down the path.

never before had you seen such a grand look of relief on eddie's face. and he didn't think before smashing his lips onto yours. your surprise barely lasted a second before you kissed him back, hands resting on top of his. and, despite the depressing circumstances from which it came, finally being kissed by eddie was still just as much a dream come true. his strong hands about your cheeks, his soft lips pressed lovingly against yours. you didn't feel the rain anymore, nor the drenched clothes you were wearing.

it was just you and eddie. the world could wait.

"if you want to pick up your guitar, we can stop at your trailer. and... you can get some new clothes," you suggested. you and eddie were huddled in your car, warming up, holding the other's hand.

"don't you want to get out of here as soon as possible?"

"of course i do. but you treasure the thing. and i'd be lying if i said i, uhm, didn't want to listen to you play once we leave." even though you'd both shown your feelings to each other, you found yourself being a bit bashful. it was still absolutely adorable to eddie.

he grinned slightly. "well, i'd be happy to play for you. i can probably snag some dry clothes for you, too. we can both start out this shit not sticky and soaked from rain."

a smile twitched at the corners of your lips. there was no way you could ever live without him. "thank you, eddie. a-and i don't just mean for getting me dry clothes. there's a lot i haven't said thank you for." your hoarse throat led you to be quiet, and somehow that made your emotions clearer.

eddie let go of your hand, placing a finger beneath your chin and tilting your head toward him. such a small gesture gave you butterflies.

"you don't have to thank me for a damn thing, pretty boy."

#stranger things fic #stranger things 4 #stranger things x reader #stranger things eddie #stranger things #stranger things x male reader #stranger things x you #stranger things x y/n #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fanfic #eddie x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x male reader #eddie munson x you

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synergysilhouette · 9 months

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My feelings on some of the Gen 1 relationships in Monster High

I've been wanting to make this for a while! I don't remember every aspect of these relationships, but I did want to put my feelings down on them. Lemme know what you think.

Frankie

Deuce--2/10. Admittedly not an actual ship, but just a crush, Frankie was so interested in impressing Cleo that she lied and said Deuce was her boyfriend. She later apologized to Cleo and gave Deuce the "but we're cool, right?" brush off. It was very annoying, since it seemed to show that Frankie didn't really care about the fact that she got a guy in trouble with his girlfriend (who didn't even apologize to him for jumping to conclusions) just because he caught her eye.

Andy--6/10. I loved this ship for a long time, until my memory of it faded and someone reminded me that Andy was drawn to Frankie because she looked like his ex. Plus they wrote him off without any warning and he's never seen again despite enrolling (except for perhaps a cameo in "Freaky Fusion"?)

HooDude--3/10. Frankie did him so wrong. Feeling left out by her friends, she decides to make a fake boyfriend, only to throw im away when her friends tell her to be herself, deciding she wasn't ready for boys yet. Turns out he's actually alive, and is heartbroken by it. I know everyone says "she didn't know he was alive at first," but considering this is how she was made herself, it's pretty annoying that she didn't think about this. I love her, but she isn't literally 15 days old. Plus Frankie making him obsessed with her results in him being kicked out of the house and placed under the care of Ms. Kindergrubber. Maybe if Frankie hadn't gone overboard, they could've had a sibling relationship and he wouldn't have to have been kicked out.

Jackson/Holt--5/10. I could go either way with this. Jackson has obvious feelings for Frankie, but I don't recall if she ever openly reciprocated. Personally I feel like they're on two different wavelengths; Frankie is on the upside of the school hierarchy while Jackson is on the downside. They just seem like they run in different circles, but I enjoy the idea of two characters like them getting together.

Neigthan--8/10. Okay, I'm biased because I like Neighthan's character and the fact that he's a hybrid monster. Frankie helps him with self-confidence and he has a chill attitude that balances out her voltageous excitement. Don't judge me.

Cleo de Nile

Deuce--4/10. I can't be the only one who thinks that Deuce's personality changed when Yuri Lowenthal stopped voicing him, but I digress. I feel like there's a weird power dynamic going on with Cleo and Deuce; Cleo is often dramatic and spoiled while Deuce is laid back and cool. While I like them individually, it feels like Cleo takes Deuce for granted a lot, especially when she bosses him around. "Scaris" felt particularly weird with how Deuce becomes clingy after Cleo doesn't text or call him within a short period of time and asks her never to do so again. It makes him feel like he has no life without her, which is a giant red flag. It astounds me that they had toxic moments and yet "Boo York" had Deuce feeling like he wasn't good enough for her without Cleo really doing any soulsearching for why he may feel that way.

Draculaura

Heath--5/10. I feel like they had potential beyond just one episode, and I could've seen them being a cute, fan-favorite couple. Kinda wish that was referenced again later.

Clawd--6/10. They seem like one of the more stable couples, but Draculaura literally treating him like a dog just feels..weird. Especially when she hit him with a newspaper for being bad. I can't imagine Clawdeen or Howleen being in a relationship with a manster and them treating them like that. Maybe it would've been better if we had episodes where Clawd asked Draculaura to treat him like that, but I don't know. It would've still been weird.

Lagoona

Gil--4/10. Gil having racist parents isn't his fault, but it definitely feels like he was stringing Lagoona along at certain points.

Abbey

Romulus--5/10. They didn't actually date, but I was interested to see more of his character, and I'd be curious as to how their romance compared to Draculaura and Clawd's. He seemed rather bashful around her, which was an adorable new side of him.

Heath--7/10. I love the opposites attract vibe, and how they didn't feel too different to the point where I don't like them together. It's a really cute romance.

Ghoulia

Slo Mo--6/10. I'd give it more, but sadly the mansters don't get as much attention. That said, despite his basic design, Slo Mo is a sweet character, as he strives to become smart enough for Ghoulia (side note: I appreciate that despite talking the same, zombies don't all share the same intelligence--or at the very least, Ghoulia is the exception), and I do wish Monster High worked to show him developing more as a result of his relationship with the smartest Ghoul in school. They deserved more, but given how mansters are treated and how underrated Ghoulia is, it's unsurprising that this is the case.

#monster high #frankie stein #cleo de nile #deuce gorgon #draculaura #lagoona blue #abbey bominable #clawdeen wolf #clawd wolf

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fenharael · 1 year

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For the character ask thing. Varrè?

Disclaimer: Everyone's got a right to their headcanons these are just mine...etc.

Sexuality headcanon:

Bi/pan for sure. Honestly I cannot see him as a willing bottom/submissive for anyone except Mohg — and that likely would involve stockholm syndrome, cult indoctrination, and rape — the dude has way too much ego/pride and gleeful sadist energy. I do think he could sub if sufficiently psychologically broken though!

A ship I have with said character:

I ship him with the Tarnished mostly. I like the dynamic happening there in general and since everyone’s Tarnished OC’s are different there’s always a new story or angle to read.

I ship him with Mohg but only one-sided and unrequited.

I like the idea of him being insanely jealous of Miquella and maybe taking it out on his sleeping cocoon form somehow.

A BROTP I have with said character:

Courtesy of @quesoquejoso Varré and Eleonora are BFF’s.

In terms of my own hc’s though I see him as a loner lol. I don’t really think he has any friends, he strikes me as someone who is unpleasant to be around and would push people away and I don’t think being in a cult would make that better.

A NOTP I have with said character:

I don’t know if I have any NOTP’s for him really? I think the only one I don’t really like is Mohg/Varré that’s reciprocal or where Mohg treats him as an equal or as his lover as opposed to a tool or love-bombing him before tossing him away.

A random headcanon:

He’s dirty and doesn’t care about his appearance. You cannot convince me he is hygienic or washes his hands for an operation unless it’s for a person he cares to keep alive. Is he a huge hypocrite about this and will he get mad if you compare him to a barber surgeon? Yes. He shaves when his beard irritates him under his mask, he keeps his hair up to avoid brushing it. Doesn’t remember the last time he bathed.

I will not be taking criticism.

General Opinion over said character:

I think I wrote about this in another post so I’ll tl;dr with: Love the contrasts and contradictions in his character, love evil killer doctor men, love tragedy, courtly love, gender fuckery, sexy voice

He makes the dopamine happen in my brain I DON’T KNOW WHY.

Gender headcanon:

This is going to sound weird but I have a hard time separating his character from his design, his performance, and his behavior. Please forgive me because I'm gonna get long-winded and I'm gonna make a hard left before circling back around to get to my answer. 😅

Varré as he portrays himself part 1.

Varré seems very comfortable and confident in his identity in how he was acted by Pip Torrens, how his dialogue is written, and how he behaves. He is sinister, haughty, condescending, and passive-aggressive.

This line and it's delivery:

"...Yes, I see. Perhaps it's just as well. Besides, you are maidenless. One can only do so much with the materials provided..."

speaks volumes on his views of his role and of the Tarnished he is attempting to indoctrinate. He thinks he's wasting his time. I'd go as far as to say he killed those he found particularly unworthy outright — at least until Tarnished were harder to come by as time went on. You are a rare commodity and he has to use you though you're below his standards.

It's very clear to anyone paying attention that he feels this way, but if you were to take him at face value (as a naïve Tarnished might) he would come off as genuinely helpful and kind — he alludes to this himself when he says:

"... If you mistake kindness for frailty of heart, then perhaps a more physical lesson is in order!"

So, despite his best efforts to come across as a guide and trustworthy enough to set a new recruit on the right path — he doesn't make quite enough effort to conceal it completely.

This in itself might be a part of the recruitment test — as Roderika asks if you were "enticed" into heading to Stormveil on his instruction and in his cut dialogue Yura calls him "a charlatan”.

So other NPC's are well aware something is off about him and refuse to engage. The fact that you do — despite this — might be the point. He wants someone comfortable with a general feeling of "wrongness" who continues to do as he says anyway.

In regards to his personal beliefs Varré doesn’t lie or mislead the Tarnished at any point either. He simply suggests we visit the Roundtable and form our own opinion. He is even willing to share his own — That the Roundtable Hold’s glory days are far behind it and its remaining warriors are not what they used to be.

Once you have proven yourself as a truly worthy candidate, he will open up even further, divulging that he believes the Two Finger’s have given the Tarnished a foolhardy task and that their guidance was broken with the Elden Ring’s shattering. At this point he will bring up that they harbor “no love for our kind” revealing that, he too, may be Tarnished.

Up until now, the only deception Varré has engaged in is pretending to be nice and patient enough with you to get you to this point. Presumably, before his option to take you to the Roundtable himself was cut even that wouldn’t have been a lie, as he states quite plainly that he likes you and see’s enough potential in you to show you the way.

Despite the mask, despite being dressed as a “man of compassion” and a killer, despite offering you guidance in the ultimate hope of recruiting you as a Bloody Finger: Varré is remarkably honest and up front about who he is and what he feels.

So, once you are well and truly in his good graces and he trusts you... how does that change?

Varré as he portrays himself part 2.

For starters, let’s take Varré’s infamous opening lines:

“...Unfortunately for you, however, you are maidenless. Without guidance, without the strength of runes, and without an invitation to the Roundtable Hold... You are fated, it seems, to die in obscurity. Luckily for you, however, there is one shining ray of hope for even the maidenless. Me. Varré.”

While dripping with sarcasm, I’d argue the popular fan-interpretation of this being a come-on isn't far off. While seemingly a part of his ruse, Varré plays the role of stand-in Finger Maiden well enough if you decide to continue his questline. And if you do continue, it becomes clear it may not be a ruse after all.

Varré’s message to the Tarnished once we’ve defeated Godrick reads:

“Find yourself maidenless? Off to Liurnia with you, then! Seek the Rose Church, west of the Gate Town.”

This can be taken two ways, first it can be read as a personalized dig at the PC and second it can be read as an offer: “Find yourself maidenless? Would you like to change that?” if you decide you would like a maiden, he asks you to meet him at the Rose Church... wedding bells ring somewhere in the distance.

Pretty much everyone knows this by now, but in JP the substitute for “lambkin” is “watashi no anata” which is a possessive and traditionally gendered way of referring to someone in close personal context. Ex: A wife calling her husband “my (you) dear”.

In JP from the first time Varré calls you “my (you)” the association of him as your bride is made clear. His pet name “my lambkin”, on the other hand, evokes images of sacrifice and innocence. Is the bride marrying you into Mohg’s faithful flock? Or he is grooming you as a lamb for slaughter? Either way he’s taking you to the altar.

Aside from being your maiden and bride, he is also your Lady. He sends you off on different dangerous tasks, bidding you return, and giving you gifts. Most notably, he gifts you the “Lord of Blood’s Favor” which he bids you stain in the blood of your former any maiden to swear your allegiance. Which is then replaced with his true favor: A lovely brooch to declare your public devotion to the dynasty as his knight.

The Subtext ™

Sex in Elden Ring is very deliberate and very much lurking underneath the surface of almost every strange-looking rock. Generally it is used in connection to fertility and birth, but it also serves as a way many taboo things are explored or shown in the setting. This combined with Fromsoftware’s unique and subtle brand of storytelling — which puts a lot of emphasis on the little moments of human connection in a dark and dangerous world makes the Mohgwyn Dynasty, and in this specific instance, the act of becoming a Bloody Finger — stand out.

In a series of games where the act of holding hands or calling someone your friend is probably the highest form of human intimacy possible besides mercy killing or stabbing them in the face with a sword. Elden Ring shakes that up, with marriage and sex being talked of openly, but it isn’t handled in a crude or vulgar way. You never outright have mention of sex, of the two items that do mention it (turtle neck meat, Daedicar’s woe) one of them had the reference removed and the other is stated in a subtle way.

Mohg’s whole thing revolves around the birth of a new dynasty via Miquella as his consort. He “shares his bloody bedchamber” and sets his consort’s cocoon atop a giant pelvis. The sex imagery is very much front and center, though it is tasteful and understated, dressed up in symbolism and ritual.

Which brings us (finally) to the Bloody Finger scene. Probably the most blatantly erotic thing outside of the entirety of Bloodborne Lady Maria’s visceral attack animation and the Three Finger’s “embrace”.

To start, the animation for the way Varré extends his arm is just...very seductive. I am unsure of how else to phrase that, but the animation is unique and it is smooth and inviting up until the second he grabs your wrist and very forcefully restrains your Tarnished from moving.

Second, the delivery of:

“Oh good heavens! Clench your teeth or something.”

In the version of this line used in the retail game “Oh good heavens” definitely sounds like a man who wasn’t expecting to be turned on by your screams (to me) or wasn’t expecting you to scream that much. Followed by a dismissive and smug “clench your teeth, or something.”

and

“Never forget that feeling of agony. For it is what binds you to Luminary Mogh, to all of us. Ha ha ha... You have the sweetest scream. My lambkin.”

Self explanatory. Man gets off on your screaming.

Why the fuck did I write all of this?

I don’t know, I probably didn’t have to and I’m feeling sort of dumb about it.

But uh, to establish that Varré is confident and assured in his identity and that he deliberately and purposefully puts himself in the social context of being your maiden. Whether this is genuine or is just part of Mohgwyn Indoctrination 101 is unclear, but the fact remains he does it and he does it with enthusiasm.

To establish that sex and sexuality are a factor in his characterization and in his relationship to the PC with the context of the faction he is in and considering how Fromsoft has handled character relationships and how they showcase certain things.

In conclusion:

I headcanon Varré as confident in his masculinity, confident enough that he’s willing to play with gender fuckery and expectations to be a maiden and bride to a Tarnished Inductee and Knight. That he sees it as his sacred duty and an honor — or that he sees it as a necessary ploy to give his master what he wants — fresh blood. Either way Varré is Extremely Gender and I love him.

Edit regarding sexuality headcanon:

My gender headcanon may seem contradictory to my sexuality headcanon, why would he be willing to play the "socially subordinate"'role of a woman and not be willing to do that sexually?

Well, for one, I don't think the gender roles in ER are necessarily reflective of traditional gender roles in reality. I think the birth imagery around Miquella, St Trina's gender bending, Dolores's gender bending, the role and status of women in the setting, and the general gender neutral use of titles and treatment by characters supports this.

I think ones sexual preferences to top/bottom have less gendered weight and more weight regarding power and status.

That being said, to rephrase my sexuality headcanon: I think Varré is a man who wants power and is willing to debase himself for it. I do not think he sees anyone but Mohg as worthy or able to give him that power and thus would not place himself socially underneath them (willingly). I think his subservience to Mohg was a hard pill to swallow (lol) but was achieved, as previously mentioned, through torture and abuse. Once he drank the koolaid though, he was all in baby.

#white mask varré #varre #elden ring headcanons #elden ring #headcanon #morshuman #ask box #ask meme

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saltymongoose · 2 years

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HIIIIII, THIS IS MY FIRST TIME SENDING AN ASK HERE!

I remembered an Anon once talked to you about Sans being teleported into Madcom... and that idea cannot get out of my head!

(Just my thoughts) -> Will Sans be able to survive/fit in well in Madcom world? Because he has 1 HP and just one hit will be over for this skeleton man. I don't know really... Sans is good at dodging but it's chaotic in this world and I don't know how to imagine him survive in Madcom world without getting tired easily. 😭 (AND HIS PUNS... wonder which boys will roll their eyes at him, if they had one)

Hella awkward for Player too if they once did the GENOCIDE route!

PHEW! That's a lot of words, sorry! I'm just too excited cause I wanna talk to you for awhile. Your works are 🤌 *Chef kisses*

BYE AND HAVE AN EPIC DAY/NIGHT!

(You can ignore this if you want! No pressures)

Hello! Thank you for the compliment, I appreciate it haha. <3 To answer your questions, given how little health Sans actually has, it probably wouldn't end very well for him in Nevada if we're being honest here 😅. Sans has a lot of powerful abilities, but his evasion mechanics rely mainly on being aware of his opponent's movements (hence why he was most vulnerable when he was asleep). It fits well for the more "melee-based" combat of Undertale, but it wouldn't fare nearly as well against guns (especially sniper rifles, for instance). Nevada's also very chaotic, as you said, so his state of exhaustion would also play into this.

(More under the cut as per usual :))

As for how Sans and the grunts (and Player) would interact, Doc would probably be very curious about him anatomy-wise. He's a skeleton, but skeletons are usually completely stationary and just...not alive so he finds him odd. That and the fact that he can bleed, despite being a skeleton? Sanford and Deimos would probably be a bit put off by how weird he acts around you; he's friendly, but also really mysterious and keeps to himself (save for a few hinting remarks). Deimos would enjoy the puns though, as would Sanford to a lesser extent. Hank, on the other hand, really couldn't be bothered with him. He's another guy who thinks he's funny and another person to fight with over your attention, just what he needs. The only bonus for Hank is Sans' Hotdog stand if he decides to do something like that again lmao.

With the Player, whether they did the Genocide route would definitely complicate things between you (provided you didn't erase the world, in which case he probably wouldn't have any knowledge of it). Sans wouldn't trust you if you killed everyone, naturally, and it would show. Despite how he brushes things off, you couldn't ignore how tense things are around him, and how you feel him observing you on every occasion. The boys wouldn't be blind to this either, but even if Sans told them how you eviscerated every monster in the underground and ignored their pleadings to survive, they wouldn't really care. Any rational person would don't get me wrong, but the boys are anything but that when it comes to you.

No, instead they'd protect you from him. Getting in between you both and blocking his view, shooting him dark glares and near threatening him, even making it clear that if anything were to happen to you when he's around, they'd be sure to find out just how well he can dodge blows from a sword (or hook) and bullets from their guns. They don't care that he has a brother to go back to, or if he wants to see his friends again, he should've known better than to try anything with you. So really, it'll be his fault if things end up getting violent.

#tw: yandere #You have an epic day/night too anon haha <3 #(And as it turns out #ousting a murderer as a way to turn their friends against them doesn't work if their friends are *also* murderers.)#ask #i ❤️ anons

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hees-so-sweet · 3 months

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I don't think I want to continue living anymore. It's more like I can't. I feel like im living because i have to and not because i want to. And I think everyone around me would appreciate it more if i died. I honestly feel like my life is a waste. I feel like I don't matter and i'm not worthy to be loved, and i think that it's true, i really can't be loved. I have 0 personality traits and i've been told countless times how i'm mean, judgmental, rude, ugly and pathetic. I think I can't do anything in life. I'm always compared to my elder sister, who's 4 years older than me, and is quite literally good at everything. She's obviously our parents' favourite and i can't even blame her for it. I don't talk to my dad much since he lives away from me, my parents aren't divorced but they have a lot of problems and the reason my dad lives away is due to his work. My dad can talk to my sister for as long as he wants and takes time out from his work to talk to her and interact with her, yet i haven't spoken had a conversation with him in 6 months. He asks me how im doing and i say fine, and that's it. They obviously care more about her and like i said i don't blame them. Everyone talks about how pretty she is and how smart she is, yet all i get is body shamed and talked about how dumb and stupid i am. For some reason I just can't seem to gain weight no matter how much i try. I'm naturally skinny, yet no one seems to understand that. As a child, i never got to experience sitting on my parents' lap that much as they said my bones made it uncomfortable. I've made it clear twice about how im not comfortable with people talking about my body like that yet they always brush it off. If my sister even heaves a sigh of distress everyone asks her what's wrong yet even if i bleed and die i feel like no one cares. I'm not that open about my feelings and when i tell people im distressed no one cares. I had a panic attack the other day because of my sister and mom and despite the fact that i was crying they didn't do anything and just laughed. I wish I just get my life over with. I'm sorry for ranting and venting on you. I hope you have a nice day and thank you.

hey hun, i’m sorry couldn’t answer sooner my tumblr was being so laggy and weird but baby.. please never ever apologize for being a human being with things going on in your life. you are here for a reason, your life matters, whether you think it does or not babe, you matter. i know i’m just some random person on tumblr but reading this made me feel so emotional because i hate knowing that i can’t actually help you get through this and all i can do is comfort you with words that might or might not have the power to truly get you through it. you may be compared to your sister but that doesn’t mean that you’re any less, you may think you have no personality but that just means you still have to figure out who you are. you might think that nobody would care if you were gone but that’s not true, i would care even tho i don’t know you, your friends would care, other family members, many people. your life is not a waste because there’s still so so so much you can do, you should explore and live your life to the fullest! do what makes you happy, find love, and make friends. your body doesn’t have to define who you are, my love. you are perfect, believe me you are. if you’re healthy that’s all that should matter, no matter how skinny you are or not, you are perfect, so please don’t believe otherwise. if you feel that you aren’t then try things that will make you feel nice about yourself. i know that you’re parents haven’t done anything to make you feel better or happy, but that just means that you can find new people to make you feel good about yourself and life itself. ending yourself make things better.. it’ll cause you more harm, love, and i’m sorry if this wasn’t much help to anything but just know that you are loved and beautiful. Have an even better day and remember that i am here to listen anytime you need🤍

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My Future

Derek Hale x OC

Samantha, Stiles and Scott are always joking about the impossible. Who wouldn't when your best friend's dad is the sheriff of Beacon Hills? All jokes stop when they realize the impossible is indeed possible.

Chapter 34: Envy

The teens drove from Mexico all the way back to Beacon Hills with Scott and Stiles. Sam refused to leave Derek's side. It felt weird to see him so young and vulnerable again. All the anger and irritation was washed from his face as he slept.

They got to the Animal clinic and Scott quickly carried him inside as Deaton pushed everything off the exam table to lay Derek on top. Deaton took a step back as he examined younger Derek.

"Wow." That didn't sound like a good wow.

"Wow? Wow, as in I've seen this before and know exactly what to do kind of wow?", Stiles asked as Deaton looked up at him. "Because that's the kind of wow I'm hoping for."

"I think you may be overestimating my abilities.", Deaton replied. Sam frowned, brushing her hand against Derek's hand. It was cold. Her eyes widened a bit as she grabbed it for good measure. "Um… he's cold, really cold.", Sam told the older man. Deaton also tested his temperature.

"Do you think this is permanent?", Scott asked him as Deaton flashed a flashlight in Derek's eyes.

"I'm not sure a medical diagnosis is even adequate. This is well beyond my experience."

"So what do we do with him?", Sam asked.

"Until he wakes up, probably not much. It might be best to leave him with me, he'll be safe here.", the doctor replied as she frowned, looking at Derek.

"You mean from Kate.", Stiles corrected.

"If she is alive and she is what you say she is, she won't be able to walk past that gate.", Deaton said.

"Why would she want to do this to him?", Lydia asked.

"Knowing Kate, it's probably for a reason that won't be any good for anyone but her.", Deaton replied.

"And bad for everyone else.", Stiles' lips quirked.

"You guys should probably go home. He doesn't look to be in any danger so maybe the rest of you should get some sleep. It is a school night and you all need to start taking care of your own lives again.", Deaton said. The teens looked at each other, unsure.

"Someone should stay with you.", Scott said looking at him worriedly.

"I'm staying. I told him I wasn't gonna leave him again.", Sam replied, looking at Derek's sleeping face.

"I'll stay here too. My grades are fine.", Lydia boasted. "Despite missing a few classes."

"I'm so not okay with this.", Stiles muttered. Lydia rolled her eyes at him.

"Guys, go.", she said looking at Stiles.

"No.", Stiles whined. Sam looked at Scott with an eyebrow raised. He smiled at her. "Text us if anything happens.", he said, pulling at Stiles. Sam nodded then looked back down at Derek.

"Nope, still not okay with it.", Stiles said as Scott dragged him out the back door. "Not going anywhere…all right just because you're stronger–" Sam chuckled at Stiles' antics before laying her head on her arm that rested on the metal table.

Derek looked just like how he did in that memory Peter showed Sam. She wasn't expecting to see it again in actuality, though. He looked so…tiny. So much smaller than when he was before. It was weird.

Throughout the whole night, Sam didn't sleep, just in case something happened again.

Sam got a text from her mom telling her that she'd better be safe. She replied as quickly as she could, reassuring her that she was helping Deaton check up on Derek for the night.

Hours only felt like minutes until the sun was finally coming up and Lydia had woke up.

"How's he doing?", she asked sleepily as Deaton checked Derek.

"His heart rate is alarmingly high.", he replied as she got up and grabbed his other hand. Sam had already taken his hand into hers.

"He's a lot warmer now.", she said.

"Sam, Lydia, I'm going to try something. I want you to keep holding his hands if that's okay."

They looked at each other confused, but nodded. When he grabbed a scalpel, Sam looked at him with wide eyes as he cut down on Derek's arm but it healed right away.

"That looked like it healed really fast.", Lydia said looking up.

"Unusually fast.", Deaton said, bewildered.

"What does it mean?," Sam asked him, worried.

"I'm not sure, let's try something else grab me a five millilitre syringe, top drawer.", Lydia went to the drawer to get what Deaton asked for. Sam stood as Lydia struggled to find the tool.

They looked up when they all heard growling and saw Derek get up hurriedly. Sam opened her mouth to say something but paused as she noticed his eyes were glowing blue and his claws were out.

"Derek.", Lydia said.

"Derek," Deaton also addressed him as he panted heavily. Sam stuck out her hand, making small steps toward him. He growled at her, backing away.

"Derek, you're okay.", Sam reassured, stepping up to him, but Deaton pushed her behind him with Lydia.

"Derek! Derek.", Sam called, trying to calm him but he just covered his ears, huffing in panic.

"Can you hear me? You're safe.", Deaton stuck his hands out cautiously before Derek struck Deaton and ran out.

Lydia called Scott and Sam ended up dressing Deaton's wound.

"I don't think he's just younger in body. I think he's younger in his mind too.", Deaton told the boys once they got there.

"He didn't recognise any of us.", Sam says, sadly. "He must be scared out of his mind."

"So if you're a teenage werewolf and you're scared where do you go?", Stiles asked.

"A wolf goes back to its den but Derek lives in the loft.", Scott replied.

"Not when he was a teenager.", Stiles said.

"The Hale house.", Sam realized.

"He wouldn't remember the fire.", Deaton added. "It wouldn't have happened yet."

Scott, Stiles and Sam hurried to leave.

"Hold on, say you do catch up to him, what are you going to say to him that his whole family is dead?", Lydia said, stopping them from leaving.

"I guess I'm going to have to.", Scott sighed.

"Oh, good luck with that.", Lydia scoffed.

"She's probably right, maybe you shouldn't. You know, at least until we figure out how to get him back to normal.", Stiles said, looking at Scott.

"I can't lie to him.", Scott said, frowning.

"Okay, I'll do it.", Stiles said. "You can't lie to him either. Remember, they can hear when you're lying by your heartbeat.", Sam reminded.

"If he gets to the house first, you won't have to.", Deaton said so they took off in hopes of beating him there, but the police picked him up.

The trio quickly rushed to the Sheriff's station because they would run his prints and figure out he wasn't the Derek Hale that was already an adult.

When they got there they saw Stiles' dad looking at Derek then the screen then Derek again before catching them as they walked in.

"I want you to be honest with me. Absolutely and completely honest…have you been time traveling?", Stiles' dad asked once they settled in the sheriff's office. Sam bit her lip to try not to laugh at his absurdity.

"Hang on… what?", Stiles asked.

"Because if time travel is real, you know what I'm done, I'm out…you're going to be driving me to Eichen House.", the Sheriff said.

"We found him like that.", Scott told him.

"Where?? Swimming in the fountain of youth?", the older man asked, bewildered.

"No, we found him buried in a tomb of Wolfsbane in an Aztec temple in Mexico underneath a church… in the middle of a town that was destroyed by an earthquake." Sam sighed and looked at Stiles with a shake of her head.

His dad's eyes narrowed. "You told me you were camping."

"Yeah… We were. In Mexico.", Stiles said. Before the sheriff could say anymore, Scott clarified. "Derek's been aged backwards, he can't remember anything."

"We just need to talk to him.", Sam says.

"Yeah, well so far he's not talking to anyone.", the Sheriff said, sitting down and Scott turned to look at Derek. "He'll talk to me."

Derek came into the office and the Sheriff stepped out to give the teens some time alone to talk to him.

"Hey Derek, you need to come with us.", Scott said when he sat down on the bench. Sam looked at him in disbelief.

"Why would I go anywhere with you?", Derek asked, staring up at Scott. His eyes glanced over at Sam's, looking at her in confusion before looking back at Scott.

"There was an accident. You lost some memory but we can help you get it back.", Scott said.

"How much memory?", Derek asked.

"A lot but you can trust us.", Sam reassured, and nodded at Scott as he knelt down and flashed his red eyes. Derek's own eyes widened. "You're an Alpha."

He looked at Sam. "Okay, who are you and who is he?", he asked, nodding at Stiles. Stiles looked at his friends before looking at Derek. "Oh, I'm the guy that's keeping you out of jail."

Sam looked at him, exasperated.

"Let us help you.", Scott said. "No.", Derek refused.

"Okay, dude, you almost tore apart two cops back there. You need to listen to us and that starts with no fangs, no claws, no wolfman. You got that?", Stiles demanded.

"I'm fine as long as it's not on a full moon.", Derek said, making them look at him in shock.

"You still have trouble with the full moon–" Scott got cut off. "I said I'm fine.", Derek declared.

"All right, you coming with us or not?", Stiles asked.

"You want me to trust you? Where's my family?", Derek asked them and Sam looked at Scott.

"There was a fire and…", Scott paused, looking into Derek's glossy green, puppy-like eyes. "They're not here anymore, they're fine, just had to move out of Beacon Hills. We're going to take you to them as soon as we figure out how to get your memories back.", Scott promises.

Derek looked at Sam and she nodded at him. He looked down. "Okay."

As they exited the office, Scott sighed. "I shouldn't have done that, I lied my ass off.", Scott said as they waited.

Sam frowned. "I couldn't have been able to lie to him if he looked at me like that. Though… it's the only way to make sure he doesn't go running off and Kate finds him again.", Sam reassured.

"We'll figure this out. In a day or two, he goes back to being old Derek, everyone's happy except for Derek who's never happy.", Stiles muttered.

Scott sighed. "Alright, take him to my house and don't let him out of your sight.", Scott said, looking at Sam and Stiles. "Yes, sir.", Sam saluted as Derek looked at her again.

He looked unsure which kinda hurt her, but she understood. He was just confused. Scared. If anything, he probably thought they were kidnappers.

"And where are you going?", Stiles asked Scott.

"I'm going to talk to the guy we should have gone to before.", Scott replied before leaving. Sam frowned. Speaking of, where the hell was Peter during this entire thing?

"Uh yeah I hate that guy.", Stiles called as they watched Scott leave the department. "Your nephew goes missing, and you don't call anyone? What the hell is wrong with Peter?", Sam muttered in annoyance.

"I could go on and on, but we'd be here all day. Let's go.", Stiles said as Derek walked up to them.

"So, you're…", Derek started off as he looked at the girl before him. "Sam.", she introduced with a smile.

"Derek," he introduced. "You a friend of Scott's?"

"She's a part of the pack," Stiles informed him. "She's a werewitch.", he says, making Derek's young eyes widen. Sam almost laughed at Derek's shock, but chose not to.

"Yeah, it's a very long story.", Sam said, smiling. "You're coming with us?", she asked. Derek instantly nodded.

"Oh, but when I asked, you were hostile.", Stiles muttered, making Sam snicker.

"Let's go, you two."

As Stiles escorted them out of the police station and toward his jeep, Derek watched Sam. He felt a sense of familiarity that bothered him. Did he know her? If so, then where from?

"Can I sit in the back with you?" he asked her as she reached for the door handle.

Stiles frowned, looking at the younger Hale, "Absolutely no—"

"Yeah, that's fine.", Sam said, smiling. Derek nodded and held the door for her, letting her enter the vehicle first before getting in. Stiles, feeling like an overprotective dad, shook his head before getting in the driver's seat and started his car.

"How'd you get arrested?", Sam asked the boy. Derek shrugged. "They caught me running "frantically", as they said. I would've ran faster, but they cornered me and tased me."

"You okay?", Sam asked and his eyebrows raised a bit. "Y-Yeah, I'm fine. It was nothing.", he grinned.

Sam smiled. It was kind of a relief to see Derek smile, even if it was a younger version of him. She wondered what he was like way before the fire. Before Paige. Before Kate. How happy was he…?

They took him to Scott's place and sighed as they entered the house.

"We're just going to wait here for Scott, we're going to sit quietly and we're not going to call or talk to anyone.", Stiles said as we walked inside the house.

"Can I talk to you?", Derek asked.

"No.", Stiles replied.

"Fine.", Derek said. "Then, I'll talk to her.", Derek pointed at Sam.

"Whatever.", Stiles replied. "Enough, you two.", Sam said, shutting them down.

"Who's going to talk to him?", Derek asked, suddenly pointing at Agent McCall who stood in the kitchen, making Sam and Stiles nearly jump in fright. This was not the plan.

"What are you guys going here?", McCall asked, holding a takeout bag.

"Waiting for Scott.", Derek replied.

"Yeah, so am I, we're supposed to have dinner. You guys hungry?", McCall asked them.

"Yeah.", Derek said.

"None of us are hungry.", Sam growled at Derek, trying to get him to get a clue. "Okay well if you're not hungry, your friend can still eat with us, what's your name?", McCall asked.

"Miguel.", Stiles said quickly before Derek could reply. Sam almost laughed at that name remembering Stiles told Danny that. "My cousin Miguel…from Mexico so…"

McCall frowned at Stiles before turning to Derek. "¿Es usted natural de México, Miguel?" Sam and Stiles looked at each other nervously. "No soy nativo, sino que pasé un montón de tiempo allá.", Derek replied, satisfying McCall's suspicion and making Sam look at him in shock. He lied when Araya held them captive. Asshole.

"Fantastic egg roll?", Scott's dad said.

"Hell yeah.", Derek replied as they went and sat down and Stiles laughed nervously as they began to eat dinner.

"So Miguel, what did you say your last name was again?", McCall asked and Sam looked at Stiles.

"Oh it's Juarez.", Stiles said, cutting in. "Cinque Tiago." Derek and Sam both looked at Stiles in confusion.

"That's a mouthful, how do you spell that?", McCall asked, digging for lies. Derek looked at Stiles smugly before noticing McCall's badge.

"Mr. McCall, you're an FBI agent.", Derek suddenly says.

"He's a low level, very low level." Stile's replied quickly. "He doesn't even have a voice."

"So do you investigate murders?", Derek asked.

"Sometimes when it's a federal crime."

"What about fires?", he asked, making me cough.

"Oh my god, I wonder where Scott is. Shouldn't Scott be here by now? We should call Scott.", Stiles said with his mouth still full.

"What kind of fires are you talking about?", McCall asked Derek.

"Do you know anything about the Hale family?", Derek asked, making the teens look at him as the agent told Derek what actually happened. Before he could react, Stiles and Sam brought him upstairs. Derek slammed Stiles into the door, with a growl. "You lied to me."

"Derek, stop.", Sam said. "Okay, we didn't lie, we just omitted certain truths."

"Vital truths, now that I think about it.", Stiles added and Derek let him go.

"I don't want to talk to you. I want to talk to the Alpha, I'll talk to Scott.", Derek said and Sam frowned.

"Okay I'm going to go get him. My phone's downstairs. I'm gonna to call him real quick, you stay here. Don't move okay? Just don't move.", Stiles left.

Derek sat on Scott's bed, frowning at her. Sam sighed, "We weren't trying to lie to you, Derek. A lot of stuff has happened and we're just trying to protect you. Promise.", Sam says.

Derek sat on Scott's bed. "By sparing my feelings.", he says, looking up at her. She gave a slight grimace, scratching the back of her neck. "Sparing… may be an understatement. A lot has happened to you and I don't think you're quite ready to remember everything. Not yet at least."

"What happened to them? Is anyone alive…?", Derek asked her wistfully. She pocketed her hands. "Peter and Cora are still alive."

A small look of relief washed across his face. "So… We know each other?", he asked. She nodded.

"How close are we?", he asked. Her eyebrows raised. "Well… I think we're good friends. At first, you were kinda rough around the edges, but the more I got to know you, I got comfortable to be around you.", she smiled.

Derek raised an eyebrow. "So we haven't dated…", he muttered. Her eye widened a bit at his statement. "No, no, we haven't. I mean, you've already had a girlfriend recently, but I didn't think I was one of your options."

She paused. An option. A choice. Did she have to be either of those…? Why couldn't she be chosen to love instead of being chosen as another selection after a failed relationship…?

Derek scoffed. "I must be stupid then." She tilted her head in curiosity, snapping out of her thoughts as she looked at him. "Hm?"

"If I didn't date you after how long we've known each other, then I'm really dumber than I thought.", Derek said, surprising the girl. He considered it?

Before she could say anything more, Stiles called for Sam. Sighing, she turned to Derek. "I'll be back.", she says, before rushing downstairs.

Stiles was getting fussed at by Scott and Sam reassured him.

"Relax, he's in your bedroom, he'll be totally fine.", she sighed. "I'm starting to miss the old Derek. He was a lot less difficult to deal with.", Stiles said and Sam actually agreed. All of this was confusing.

"So if you actually think that Kate's coming to find him…", Stiles started as they walked back upstairs to Scott's room and their eyes widened as they saw Kate leaving out the window.

"You might be right.", Stiles said and Sam growled, ready to rush at them but Stiles pulled her back. "Wait! If you go after her, you'll end up confusing him.", Stiles said.

"We can't let her get to him again!", Sam yelled. They got a text from Scott telling them to meet them at the school and they left quickly.

Stiles drove as fast as he could as they picked up Lydia and Kira on our way. When they pulled up at the school, they all heard Scott roar and quickly left the jeep, rushing to find Malia and Scott laying on the ground fighting some type of creature.

They tried to help and fight them off but then Kira got cocky and ended up getting hurt. Sam noticed the bone creature raised its bone knife to her and she pushed her out of the way, the knife just grazing her arm.

Rolling on her side, she groaned as she looked up at Derek suddenly fighting the thing, turning back into his old self as he finished.

"Derek?", she whispered. Her eyes widened as he turned to the teens, his own glowing a golden yellow color. His eyes were just blue moments ago. What happened?

"Sam…", he said with his eyes fading back to his forest green as he looked at her bleeding arm.

Everyone was just as shocked, but relieved to see that Derek had turned back, but Sam was worried.

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"That table's Italian.", Peter said, annoyed as Sam snapped out of her thoughts and memories of last night. She looked over to see Braeden had her shoes on the table.

"So are these boots.", Braeden replied, making Derek smile. "Are we going to talk interior design and fashion or are we going to talk numbers?", she asked.

Sam looked at Derek as he stared into his sunglasses lenses. His eyes were still their pale green color, but she understood why he was as concerned as he was.

Peter wrote a number on a piece of paper then slid it towards Braeden but she just crossed it out and wrote a new number then pushed it back to him.

"We're hiring you to find Kate, not assassinate the president.", Peter said in disbelief.

"I was hired by the Calaveras to find Kate. You're hiring me to find her first. Going against the Calaveras is what's going to cost you.", she replied.

Peter wrote a new number and pushed it back to Braeden but she just pushed it back to him. Derek grabbed it and tore the paper up in annoyance. "We'll pay, just find Kate. That's all we want.", Derek said and Braeden left with a smile.

"Are you insane?", Peter yelled at his nephew.

"We didn't have a choice.", Derek replied "We spent a week looking for her and came up with nothing."

"If we don't find out who told Kate about the vault, we don't get those bonds back. What do you think I'm going to do then huh? Get a job? My resume is slightly out of date! We got robbed, Derek, robbed!" Peter grabbed Derek's shoulder which made Derek growl and grab at his uncle, his eyes flashing a gold color. "Oh, that's a new look for you, what happened to your eyes?", Peter asked.

"I don't know.", Derek huffed, letting go. "But I'm willing to pay to find out."

Sam stood up, looking at her phone. "Well, I have to get to school, so try not to kill each other while I'm gone, kids." Sam grabbed her bag and looked at Derek who looked out the window. "You okay?", she asked him.

"Go to school, Sam."

The girl frowned. "Derek. Seriously?"

"Just go.", he practically growled. She sighed through her nose. "Just let me know whenever you need help.", she says, and leaves.

Once she got to school, she walked to the lacrosse field to meet up with Scott and Stiles seeing them walk out of the boy's locker room.

"Of course you're still the team captain, you got your grades up just like Coach told you to, right?", Stiles asked Scott as she walked up.

"Yeah, but he never told me I was back on the team, he just told me to show up at tryouts today.", Scott replied.

"We got bigger things to deal with than your lacrosse stats. Have you told Argent yet?", Sam asked Scott.

"I texted him, but he didn't get back to me.", Scott replied. Sam sighed. "You told him his sister Kate came back from the dead over a text?", Stiles asked him.

"I didn't have the money to call France.", Scott said.

"Yeah, you think you got money problems, try paying for an MRI and a visit to Eichen House.", Stiles argued. Sam raised an eyebrow. "You got another notice?"

"Yeah this one said final, now what the hell are we even doing here anyway, Sam's right-"

"As usual.", she muttered.

"We got, like, a 117 million problems and worrying about our status on the lacrosse team is not one of them." Stiles finished his sentence. Scott had already gone ahead.

"It is now." Stiles and Sam turned and saw a freshman who was the goalie and amazingly caught every ball thrown at him.

"Who the hell is that?", Stiles asked as the kid took his helmet off.

"Nice Liam, you might just be our first ever freshman captain!", they heard another freshman say.

"Liam?", Sam replied looking back at Scott and Stiles, they both gaped at the freshman.

"Okay maybe we should practice a little bit.", Stiles said then they went on the field to practice so Sam sat on the stands next to coach and watched the play.

Stiles and Sam headed to their math class, seeing Malia already leaving the class and they brought her back inside.

"I hate math.", she protested. "It's pointless."

"It's school.", Stiles said, setting her in a seat in front of him as Sam sat down behind Lydia. "School's important and math is essential.", he said.

"To what?", Malia asked him.

"Knowing how much to tip at restaurants." Lydia said. "And getting your change back when you need it.", Sam added.

"And less important things like medicine, economics, engineering…", Lydia told Malia.

"Alright, volunteers to the board, Lydia, Sam, Malia.", our teacher called. Sam sighed, getting up.

"Um…I didn't volunteer.", Malia said, confused.

"You did now. To the board.", she insisted as Lydia and Sam walked over to the board as Malia turned to Stiles for help. He gave her two thumbs up but she growled at him and his expression turned scared.

The students started solving their math problems, Lydia and Sam already knowing what to do while Malia was having trouble with hers.

"Did you go over the notes I gave you?", Lydia whispered to her when she stopped and stared at the board full of confusion.

"I didn't understand them.", Malia replied. Lydia looked back at their teacher who was busy and she turned back to her problem but quickly looked at Malia.

"..'X' equals twenty five", Lydia said, giving Malia the answer. Sam quickly finished hers and noticed Malia's claws had come out.

"Malia, we're at school. Put away the claws.", she warned as they finished and headed back to their seats. A vibrating sound caught Sam's attention as she looked behind her to see Stiles having his phone out, notifying him of a new police report.

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Finstock blew his whistle as he came out of his office with Sam following him. He blew his stupid whistle again and Sam rolled her eyes.

"As a reminder, it's an open tryout today. All positions available. This is a rebuilding season, people. Jackson's gone, Lahey's gone, Danny's gone, and Sam's the new assistant.", he said, making said girl look at him in shock as he winked at her.

Promotion….

"Greenberg, the one guy I actually wanted gone… was held back. Again.", Coach rolled his eyes and blew his whistle again.

"Get your asses on the field!", Sam exclaimed, grinning. The boys groaned and grabbed their things, making their way outside. Sam grinned at Scott, and he just shook his head with a chuckle. Coach blew his whistle, while Sam watched as the guys that were running laps ran past them.

"Terrible. Horrifying. Pathetic. Unbelievably pathetic. Is that everyone?", Coach asked and Sam snickered at Stiles' antics before he fell to the ground.

"Yeah, that's everyone.", she said, watching as Scott came over to help Stiles up. Sam looked over at all the other boys. They were all exhausted, sitting on the ground to catch their breath, while Liam was doing push-ups.

"Is he even human? What is he, like a were-cheetah?", Stiles asked Scott. "Does it even exist? Is that a thing?"

"I think he's just that good.", Scott replied.

"I'm gonna puke, take me somewhere.", Stiles said.

"Okay, come on.", Scott said, dragging Stiles along. Sam smiled at their interaction. Things were almost normal again.

Once all of the boys had time to relax, coach explained that they were gonna do goal exercises before throwing Sam the goalie stick.

"You're goalie.", he said, making her look at him in shock. "I'm already demoted to goalie?", she asked.

"Wilson, just go out there.", he said. Sam grabbed her helmet from the bench and slipped it on as she walked to the goal.

Stiles was up first, he tried to get the ball into the net by just using the stick before he gave up and put it in using his hand. She shook her head.

Stiles licked his lips before throwing the ball at Sam with everything he had. Sam moved her arm slightly and the ball landed in her net. "C'mon, Stiles.", Sam said as the boys laughed at him.

He pouted and she threw the ball back towards him. He turned and walked to the back of the line to Scott. Liam was next in the line.

As Sam got ready, Liam readied himself to throw the ball and managed to get it past her, with a harsh whish over her head.

She heard the boys cheering for Liam as she picked up the ball. Turning back, the younger boy was smirking, spinning his stick in his hands.

Her lips quirked. So, he is cocky. Okay.

She had the other boys finish their turns before it was Scott's turn.

She felt unsure this time. Was he gonna use his powers…? She didn't wanna get hit.

As Scott threw it, she moved her stick to catch the ball, but it collided with the side of the net. The boys behind him roared with laughter. She looked at him in confusion. He usually could get it in the net. Did he miss on purpose?

"Nice, McCall!", Garrett said to the flustered boy.

"Hey, Garrett…", Stiles said, gaining the boy's attention. "Shut up!", he said and Sam laughed.

After practice, Stiles and Sam looked for Scott to tell him about the murderer even though it had nothing to do with them. They finally found Scott who was with Kira and told them. Sam had already texted Derek, just in case he knew something.

"An axe murder?", Kira repeated.

"A family-murdering axe murder.", Stiles corrected.

"I already heard about it.", Scott replied nonchalantly. "Wait, what, you did? How?", Stiles asked him.

"Mom called me, she knew we'd see it on the news.", Scott said.

"Perfect, let's go.", Stiles said, ready to turn around and leave school.

"Whoa, we got econ in five minutes.", Scott stopped him. "Right …did you forget the part about the family murdering axe murderer?", Stiles asked him.

"Did you forget that your dad's the sheriff, and that they want us to stay out of it?", Scott replied.

"Are you guys kidding me, there's a family-murdering axe murderer and we're not going to do anything about it?", Stiles argued. "Stiles, we just dealt with a lot of shit recently.", Sam says.

"Maybe we should just let the adults handle it.", Kira suggested as Stiles looked at them in disbelief.

"So the three of you just want to stay here, school, go to class, never heard anything so irresponsible in my life.", Stiles said walking off and Sam followed him with a smile. He was so weird.

After school, Sam quickly left to head over to Derek's to see what he thought about this ax murderer since he hadn't texted her yet. Just as she walked upstairs and walked in, she saw Braeden and Derek looking through what looked like a case file.

She stopped short as she noticed Braeden was changing into her shirt, previously standing in her bra and frowned. She felt a ping of discontent in her stomach and shook it away. Wasn't the time for that. She walked into the room, heading over to them.

"There's nothing in here about Kate.", Derek said, frustrated. "This killer used an axe."

"Actually, he used a military tomahawk.", Braeden corrected.

"That's not in this report.", Derek replied, and looked up once he saw her. "I know.", Braeden smiled.

"You got any other leads?", Sam asked Braeden.

"Not yet.", she said, making Sam sigh. "Cause I don't know much."

"But you do know something.", Derek asked, closing the file and turned to her once she was fully dressed.

"Maybe, the problem is the people I need to talk to right now, don't talk to people like you.", Braeden said.

"You want me to wait for you?", Derek asked.

"I want you to trust me.", Braeden said, leaning in closer to him. Sam fought the urge to roll her eyes.

"And why would I trust you?", Derek asked her. "I don't know anything about you."

"Yeah well I know you.", Braeden replied and Sam went to sit on the couch while they discussed. She could've left. They were already handling it, so it seemed.

Braeden spoke to him in some sort of foreign language. "It means 'the true nature of someone is reflected in their eyes. In your case, the colour of your eyes." She walked towards her jacket and picked it up, Derek picked up her gun.

"You get a week.", he said, tossing it to her. She caught it effortlessly then left. Derek turned back to the table, placing his hands down and sighed.

Sam frowned, and pulled out her phone once she had gotten a text from Stiles.

Scott accidently hurt Liam, taking him to hospital.

"What the hell, Scott?", Sam sighed. Derek turned to her. "What?", Derek asked.

She put her phone away, standing from the couch. "Scott's being an idiot like usual."

"You okay?", he asked, making her look up at him, confused. "Chemo signals.", he said, making her roll her eyes. Damn werewolf senses.

"I'm fine, Derek.", Sam says. "We need to focus on this Axe murderer." He shakes his head. "You're annoyed. I know what annoyance smells like.", he insisted.

She shook her head. "It's nothing I can't deal with. We have better things to worry about than how I'm feeling."

He frowned as he walked over to her, but didn't say anything. She looked up at him, irritated now. "Yes, Mr. Hale.", she grounded out. His lips quirked, almost amused. "You're definitely pissed."

"Derek, I'm not in the mood for your childishness.", she tells him, ready to walk away but he grabs her arm before she could leave.

"Don't walk away without telling me what's wrong.", he growled. She looked at him like he'd grown another head.

"Who are you to tell me how the hell I should be feeling in the first place?", she asked, yanking her arm out of his grip.

"I'm fine–", she says but he cuts her off. "You keep lying. Why?"

"I don't know!", she yelled and his eyes widened a bit at her sudden outburst. She shrunk, not meeting his eyes. She hadn't meant to yell at him. How she was feeling wasn't his fault.

It was idiotic to be upset over something out of her control. He deserved to be happy. Braeden was a pretty woman, she couldn't deny that. But…

"I'm sorry. I just…" She sighed again. "I don't know. I don't know what to feel. I definitely don't like how I'm feeling now, so I just don't know."

He pulled her into a hug, shocking the girl. He doesn't always initiate hugs….at least, unless something's wrong. She hesitantly hugged him back. "I'm sorry…", she mumbled.

He pulled away to look at her. "You're fine. You can't hide how you feel from me. You can lie to anyone else, not me.", he said and she smiled, rolling her eyes. "Okay. Okay. I won't lie anymore."

He smiled.

"But that doesn't mean I'm not gonna keep my feelings to myself.", she grinned, making his smile easily drop as she pulled away.

"Sam–"

She backed away as she got a text, pulling out her phone and waving it, "Duty calls.", she says before leaving.

Apparently Scott had needed help with Liam which confused her. What the hell were they doing?

#derek hale #teen wolf derek hale #derek hale x oc #derek hale x reader #derek hale imagine #derek hale x plus size reader #derek hale headcanon #plus size girl #plus size reader #plus size representation #x black reader #black reader #black representation #teen wolf #derek hale x black reader

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momentomori24 · 7 months

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Welp, I finished the Clover/Axe ending two days ago and I gotta say.... yeah, I was not surprised. But also SEE I TOLD YOU SHE WAS CRAZY WHY WOULD YOU TRUST HER JUNPEI.

Seriously though, that ending was wild. First we find the body of some old man who's posed as Zero-- which I do not believe for a second. I don't have any idea who he is but Zero is at the bottom of that list. Like, look at this:

This is the most obviously staged Mastermind substitute I've ever seen in my life--and I'm a Danganronpa fan. This isn't Zero, but it is worth noting that there are and were other people on this ship with us that we haven't met yet. From the blood spill, I'm pretty sure he was killed there. And it probably wasn't Clover this time either, because how? Correct me if I'm wrong, but I don't think she was even able to go through here before us. The killer in the Submarine ending was implied to be able to roam freely even without the keys needed to open the doors, so it was probably them. Or someone with that same privilege. I think. Question is, who are they and why aren't they here? And do they even have a bracelet?

Ok, this is the one I've been itching to address-- the revelation that Seven and Santa killed Snake. I was kinda suspecting Seven of having something to do with this, but since was the one who brought up the idea that two or more people were responsible I brushed it off (also he really grew on me after a while and I didn't want it to be him). I never suspected Santa to be guilty of anything involving this. If I had a list of potential culprits he would be at rock bottom, THAT'S how much I trusted him. He stood up for Clover and Lotus after Junpei tricked them into fighting for who gets left behind even with death looming over their heads. He agreed to stay in the game instead of escaping in favour of not leaving June behind. Despite his attitude, it was clear he hated playing dirty. He did drop some sus bombs with Santa Claus story, but his sense of fairness quashed those immediately. Seven, maybe. Lotus, most probably. Hell, I could even buy Ace (with some strong evidence tho), even tho he's such a stand-up guy. A part of me is still very delulu about him killing Snake because of all of this. It literally never registered with me that he's the only other person that could've done this (if it was 2 people that did this). They both better have a good reason because I am UPSET.

Freaking Clover, man. I don't know what happened to this girl to take the turn she did, but MAN, she really did a 180 by the end, huh? Killing Santa and Seven in supposed revenge--which, fair enough-- was not enough. She just had to take down June and Junpei too. Girl, what did we do to you? Like, if you had just killed Junpei I wouldn't have been so upset (sorry dude i swear i love you), but why JUNE? That's like killing an innocent puppy, what the heck. I know that there's something wrong with both Snake and Clover, but wow. I'm dying to find out more about them because this is... well, it's something, alright. The fact that she literally made Junpei accept her hand to escape together while he was traumatised and dazed only to whack him and leave him to slowly bleed out as she happily takes off with his bracelet was crazy tho. I hope there's a reason for why she's still going for everyone that didn't kill Snake because my man did not deserve that.

Also, damn. If I had a nickle for every time a pink/red haired girl has offered to join hands and live together at the expense of everyone else I'd have 3 nickles. Which isn't a lot, but it really is so weird it happened thrice. I'd have 2 if that same girl had the potential to end up killing me at the end.

Also, with the knowledge that Snake has a prosthetic arm and there being no mention of it as well his bracelet being cracked meaning we have no way of confirming it's number 2 almost makes me believe he's alive. Almost. I'm pretty confident he's really gone but wouldn't that be a cool twist?

Lastly, the deaths.

I could be completely off the mark but I have a theory that the other 2 endings have 2 different killers. To me, the way everyone died seemed... different. In the Submarine death, the bodies of everyone were so much more bloody than in the other Bad End. The blood splatter looks more spread out in comparison. What makes me kinda iffy about this one is that both the weapon used is supposedly a knife. It could be different people regardless, because how in the world does a knife create blood splatters worse than the literal axe in the Sub ending, but I'm not sure. We know Junpei in both endings was stabbed for sure, but we can't say the same about the others with the existance of the axe and gun. Just wanted to throw that idea out there anyway.

#momento rambles #zero escape #no proof read me tired

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rigaudon · 5 months

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highly controversial (esp for tumblr) take under the cut, brought to you by me, less than 24 hours after running out of my antidepressants

i hate the continued trend of "quirkifying" (thing i made up just now) mental illness, but I especially hate how recently tumblr has latched onto, specifically, adhd and autism and turned them into personality types that people slap on a name tag to show off how unique they are. I hate that being neurodivergent has become the go-to excuse for terminally online people to justify their shitty behavior. I hate the sentiment that being unmedicated is something to be proud of. I hate that wanting to be fucking normal is a cardinal sin, because ew why would you want to be like those boring neurotypicals.

I hate it. I want to be normal. I started taking medication for ADHD when I was four years old and I have never, not once in my life, thought it was a Fun Thing To have. I hate that I've spent the last 15 years slowly coming to terms with the fact that I'm probably--no almost definitely--autistic, but am still vehemently opposed to it and unable to reconcile that fact despite all the evidence. I don't want to be autistic. I don't want to have adhd. I don't want to make these things a part of my identity that I share with people in the same breath as I talk about my favorite video games or dnd class.

It's not fun. It's not a cute, exclusive club you get to be part of.

It's miserable and alienating and people don't take it seriously. Because you're just lazy and not trying hard enough. Why haven't you done this task you promised you'd do six months ago. Why did you fail out of college? Why did you squander that once-in-a-lifetime opportunity? Why don't you finish anything you start? Having a low attention span isn't an excuse to not communicate like a normal person. I've had to tell you this five times why can't you just remember? Why can't you save any money? Why are you so fucking weird? Don't you ever think about anyone other than yourself?

Why can't you Just Be Normal?

I would give anything to just be a shitty, irresponsible person who makes bad decisions out of carelessness or lack of empathy. I would give anything to be a "boring neurotypical". Because I could work on that. I could become a better person. i could learn from my mistakes and have that actually mean something practically rather than just cognitively.

It's an overwhelming feeling of hopelessness. Accepting that my brain just does not work correctly and no amount of positive thinking, or bullet journaling, or time management skills, or even medication will fix it. It will always be a struggle. It will always be a ten ton weight shackled to my ankles that I have to drag behind me through any task that doesn't result in instant gratification. There will never be a permanent solution. I will never wake up one day and suddenly be able to do these basic fucking tasks that everyone else does without issue. I will always have to remind myself to brush my teeth, or to eat breakfast, or to take a shower, or to make sure my cats get fed. It will always be an ordeal to get the mail or to go grocery shopping or to keep myself from sabotaging every good thing in my life for the umpteenth time.

It's exhausting. I'm so tired. I'm so sick of fighting against myself every waking moment of every single day. I'm so sick of being told that I don't deserve any kind of accommodations or allowances or compromises and there is no excuse because "everyone else has to do these things and you don't get special treatment".

I don't want special treatment. I don't want everything different or "wrong" with me to be painted on my skin in bright red ink for everyone to see. I don't want to be reduced to a bunch of boxes so people can just glance at the labels and decide that's all they need to know about me. I don't want to stand out. I don't want to be different. I want to fucking blend in and be unremarkable and boring.

I just want to be fucking normal.

#literally just me whining and ranting #i'm not a person at all right now I can't think for more than 30 seconds and any time I start a task I stop five minutes later #I can't even put something mindless on to watch because the process of turning on the tv and picking a show is Too Many Steps

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benicebefunny · 1 year

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I'm just...Roy yelled at the top of his lungs at a bunch of children, and it's treated as a cute quirk. Yes, of course the context is different with Nate drawing attention to a specific player rather than general yelling and getting super personal, and I obviously do not support yelling at employees, but something about the way people laugh at Roy shouting and breaking things for no reason, Isaac throwing stuff, all the players making life difficult for hotel employees and apparently stealing stuff despite being loaded athletes, Sassy harassing a waiter, Roy discouraging Phoebe from cursing but being proud of her elbowing a girl in the neck as if that's somehow better, etc. while jumping on every negative action by Nate - notably not white, rich, or "traditionally masculine" - as a sign of him being fundamentally bad leaves a terrible taste in my mouth. Nate stands out so much as the only non-rich, non-white character that gets to show real depth and interesting flaws. He's so much fun to watch! But the way people are all "I never liked him", or "I feel vindicated", or wishing violence on him makes it seem like they were looking for an excuse not to like him, and feels so much like the old "people are bullied for a reason, if they're weird, they have it coming".

Like you, I have so much fun watching and (as everyone is painfully aware of by now) talking about Nathan, because he has real depth and interesting flaws. For me, I really enjoy connecting how his actions, feelings, and beliefs connect (or conflict) with the show's broader context. Also, he's funny, quirky, and delightful.

So, yeah, it's frustrating when people flatten him into a Ticking Timebomb of Evil, or the Antithesis of Ted's (presumed) Goodness, or AFC Richmond's Designated Patient.

But it's also kind of sad when people flatten other characters into harmless, lovable comedic caricatures. That's what happens when Nathan's misdeeds are taken seriously, and those of other characters are brushed off as just a joke or an inevitable facet of the football industry. Why would people do that to their faves? Can't they see all the fun I'm having picking apart Nathan's storyline? (*touches earpiece* What's that? My intensity and occasional glibness can come off as barely suppressed rage? Not again!)

There can be some pretty gross subtext to why and how characters are excused from accountability. For example, Colin and Isaac's harassment of Nathan is sometimes excused because it happened Before Coach Lasso (BC, for short). While Nathan's verbal abuse of Will and Colin is framed as worse than literal daily physical assault because it occurred After Arrival of Dad Figure Ted (AD, for short). Ted is positioned as a White Savior who brings enlightenment to the masses, forgiving past sins for all who Believe. And Colin and Isaac are positioned as spiritually immature, ignorant children rather than adults savvy enough to exploit the fucked-up power dynamics of their industry. (You know, like Nathan in S2, but with regular beatings.)

(To be fair to fandom, the White Savior Ted and his Infantilized Himbos trope didn't burst fully formed from our collective fannish head. Canonically, Ted does encourage this kind of thinking. He refers to the players (grown adult men, a significant number of whom are Black) as "boys." He uses the father figure thing a lot. And he did convince them to burn a cherished possession in order to appease spirits he doesn't entirely believe in. A little bit of cult leader behavior there. More things to add to the This Would be Taken Seriously if It Were Nathan pile.)

My point is: it's a double-edged sword. As someone who enjoys the non-Nathan characters, I don't like it when their actions are stripped of their ethical, social, and financial weight. I read it as an insult, a diminishing of the characters.

#ted lasso #nathan shelley

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sirenascales · 3 years

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-> double black [part two] 18+

-> Chuuya x 1stPOV!F!Reader x Dazai

-> Who knew getting fired from work could lead to this?

-> Content: SMUT, slight angst, violence, murder, swearing

A failed friend date turns into a day of fun and laughs with a rather odd coworker. [Dazai x 1stPOV!F!Reader]

3,274 words

Warning: suicide ideation (like, it's Dazai, c'mon now.)

note: I'm glad some of ya'll seemed to enjoy chuuya's chapter! I decided to just upload Dazai's and then we can move on to the story. Please enjoy! Tags in the replies.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Final || masterlist

"Keiko-- Keiko, it's two PM!" I said into the phone, sending an apologetic look to my coworkers. "And I'm at work. You can't be calling me, especially when you're drunk so early in the day."

"Uggghhhh, you're so mean!" I sighed softly at Keiko's response, the office phone on my desk beginning to ring.

"Keiko, I have to go now, I'm sorry! Call Taichi and tell him to bring you home."

"Wait-"

I ended the call, rubbing my eyebrows as I picked up the other phone. "Armed Detective Agency, how may I help you?"

It's been around three months since I've started working at the Agency, and I have to say, it was a pretty great job. It paid well, kept me on my toes with the many different cases we took on, and my coworkers were great... despite how weird they were.

"That's like the seventh time your friend called you this week," Ranpo spoke up from his desk, the man literally surrounded by snack wrappers.

I sighed deeply, rubbing my eyebrows. "I know, I'm sorry everyone. She's not usually like this... I know she likes to drink, but... never to this extent."

"Maybe there is something going on?" the cute Atsushi suggested and I frowned. "Maybe you can try to find out?"

"It wouldn’t be wise to just push yourself into someone's private life like that," Kunikida added and I nodded in agreement.

Of course I couldn't. Not with who her boyfriend was. I was her best friend, but even I knew not to step in. "Besides, she always says she's okay when I ask..." I said thoughtfully, too distracted to continue my work. I could believe her, right? Besides, she had Taichi. He loved her, and always made sure that she was protected and taken care of. He always made sure to be around her when he wasn't away, keeping her to his side at all times. I thought maybe he was being a bit too protective, but I also understood because of his... profession.

"Alright, alright, we have a schedule, people. Let's not get too distracted here," Kunikida exclaimed and I laughed softly. The only one with a schedule was the super punctual man himself, but I still went on to do my work.

"Speaking of work..." I started, unimpressed as I Iooked to the empty desk across the office. "Where the hell is Dazai?"

Atsushi just hung his head and sighed, Kunikida gritting his teeth at his desk. "I tried calling him but he wouldn't pick up," Atsushi sighed again and I huffed, standing up from my desk. "I'll take my 30 now. I'll be in the cafe and I'll try to get Dazai to bring his scrawny ass to work."

The Agency was on the fourth floor of the building while the cafe was down on the first, very convenient for me. I was lazy and the coffee and food was good. I dialed up Dazai's number as I descended the four flights of stairs, pressing my phone to my ear.

At the top of one flight, I stopped when I heard a familiar ring tone blare out, and when I looked down to the bottom of the stairs, I saw the man of the hour. His brown hair was wavy as ever, his signature tanned jacket looking immaculate. I watched as he just looked at his phone, watching it ring before he put his phone in his pocket.

I hated him. "So you were just gonna ignore me?!" I shouted down the stairs. Dazai whipped his head up, eyes going comically wide.

"Bella!" he exclaimed, practically running up the stairs right towards me. I gasped and back away quickly, back hitting the wall as Dazai caged me between his bandaged arms. His forehead pressed against mine and I will my face not to burn as he looked at me with those pretty brown eyes of his. "I missed you."

My heart skipped a beat, my mouth going dry. Still, I glared up at the man. "We just saw each other yesterday," I gritted my teeth, trying to ignore the feeling of his soft breath against my face. I was thankful my voice didn't crack. "And you have plenty of paperwork to do still on your desk."

"Ehhh, I'm tired and I'm busy," Dazai nonchalantly waved that off, now standing away from me and waving his hand dismissively. "Got better things to do."

I scoffed and crossed my arms over my chest. "Yeah? Like what?"

With that, Dazai took my hands in his, a hopeful look on his face. Here we go again. "Double suicide."

"No." I immediately declined him. "My answer is still the same as it was last week."

Dazai visibly deflated, covering his eyes dramatically. "Sweet death... she evades me yet again..."

"Yeah," I deadpanned, brushing past Dazai and heading down the stairs. "Anyway. I'm heading to the cafe to get something to eat."

"Oh!" Dazai exclaimed, hooking my arm with his as he quickly came up to my side. "I'll go with you!"

"You have work to do!" I yelled at him, trying to push him back up the stairs. "Go before Kunikida has an aneurysm."

"But I don't wanna!" Dazai whined, quickly turning the tables on me. Now he was behind me, his arms wrapped around me and pinning my arms to my chest. I felt his breath against my left ear and I shivered deeply. "I wanna spend time with you..." he whispered softly, his voice dropping. I bit my bottom lip, looking over at him over my shoulder. I shivered again, the usual brightness in his eyes gone. I've only seen that look on his face a handful of times, and it never failed to make me feel completely on edge. Like I was in danger.

I liked it.

"Ugh," I sneered, rolling my eyes and shaking myself out of his arms. "Fine, fine. I'll treat today, okay?"

"Yay!" Dazai's jovial nature returned as he followed me to the cafe. I shake my head at the strange duality of the man. We sat across from each other, the redheaded waitress named Lucy that obviously had a crush on Atsushi giving us some menus.

As I looked over the menu, I looked over at Dazai, the man humming as he mulled over his choices. I bit the inside of my cheek, just feeling that maybe there was more to Dazai than he let on.

The weekend soon arrived and I was in a bit of a sour mood. I was at the boardwalk, sitting on an empty bench after getting off the phone with Keiko. We were supposed to spend the day together, but she had called me thirty-minutes late, all of a sudden saying that she couldn't make it.

Her tone of voice worried me, she sounded rushed and breathless, totally unlike her. "I'm okay. I'm sorry for flaking out so suddenly," she said before she ended the call. I blinked at the screen, a bit put off by the entire thing. Just what was up with her?

Though I couldn't dwell on it, for there was a presence behind me. "Well, well, look what we have here," a teasing voice whispered into my ear before blowing into it. I shrieked, jumping off the bench before spinning around.

"Dazai!" I hissed at the laughing man standing on the other side of the bench. "You scared the crap out of me!"

"Bet it got your heart pumping, huh," Dazai hummed happily, skipping around the bench and right over to me. "Bella, I missed you~" he hugged me tightly in his arms. I sighed deeply, half-heartedly wrapping my arms around him in return and giving him a pat on the back.

"We saw each other yesterday."

"Eighteen hours is too long, bella."

I rolled my eyes, pulling away from the huge and giving Dazai a look. "You're so dramatic, dude," I say with a laugh, shaking my head. "What are you doing here?"

"Hmm, well I thought this would be a great place to think about how to commit suicide," Dazai began and I gave him another look. "But, I saw my bella looking so sad and lonely! I just had to rush to comfort her!"

Dazai hugged me again, squeezing me tight. I let out a struggling breath, writhing a bit in his hold. "You're killing me!"

"Oh! Let's commit do-"

"No, oh my God!"

I turned and stormed away from the suicidal man, shaking my head when I heard him call out for me. "Bella, wait!" He latched onto my arm, pressing his cheek against mine. "Tell me what's wrong. I am your trusted friend and coworker~"

"More like trusted pain in my ass," I mumbled before sighing, walking over to the boardwalk railing and staring out into the ocean. "It's Keiko. She was supposed to be with me today, but she just called and canceled..." I frowned deeply, eyebrows pinched in worry.

"What else did she say?" Dazai asked quietly, having gone serious once he saw the look in my face. "How did she seem?"

"Off..." I answered immediately before I looked over at my companion. "Or am I just imagining things? Yeah, I'm disappointed she flaked out but...." I hung my head. "I don't know..."

"Well, it could be nothing," Dazai suggested. "Or it could be something. There's no way for you to know."

I made a face at his vague ass answer before sighing again. "I can only trust her. She was the first friend I made when I moved to Japan, and I was excited to see her today. I've been having a rough time lately."

"Is something bothering you?" Dazai asked, and I shivered feeling his gaze on me.

"Eh... just depressed," I answered offhandedly. "Lonely. Normal sad girl shit, ya know."

That made Dazai snicker under his breath. "Yeah, I know. But luckily for you," Dazai started, arm draping around my shoulders and pulling me to him. "I'm here to save the day!"

I couldn't help it, I laughed before I wrapped my arm around his middle, letting him hold me against him. "You'll hang out with me today?"

Dazai grinned. "It would be my pleasure."

Time flew by so quickly, that I was surprised to look at my phone and see that it was damn near seven in the evening. Gaping, I looked up, seeing that the sky was slowly turning dark. "Holy crap, Dazai. Did we really spend the whole day out here?" I asked in shock, looking over at him. "What the hell did we do?!"

"What didn't we do," Dazai whined, slumping against me. "I'm tired... and you still wanna ride the stupid ferris wheel!"

"It's not stupid," I said with a pout. "Besides... we're already in line."

"Meh," Dazai grumbled, still keeping his body pressed against me as we waited in line. He was behind me, his chin pressed on my shoulder. I tried not to shiver as I felt his breath along my neck.

Soon enough, we were in our carriage and slowly riding up to the top. I took a few pictures as we did so, Dazai looking over in amazement.

"You think the drop from up here would kill me?"

"Yeah, and would scar everyone here."

"Oh yeah... can't have that."

I rolled my eyes, glancing over at him and pausing for a bit. Dazai was still looking out over Yokohama, an expression I've never seen before on his face. He almost looked... sad. Very handsome, his side profile absolutely perfect. But he still looked sad. I took a quick picture, smiling as I looked over it on my phone.

The carriage stopped and I couldn't help but grin as we just swayed softly up in the air. "Thanks for spending the day with me, Dazai. It would have sucked if I had spent it alone."

"Ahh, don't sweat it, bella. I couldn't possibly leave you out here alone," Dazai answered dramatically and I laughed and rolled my eyes.

I felt a vibration in my pocket and I grabbed my phone, smiling at the cute selfie that Keiko sent to me.

'I'm so sorry for bailing! I'll make it up to you, I promise! ❤ mwuah'

"Is that Keiko?" Dazai asked and I nodded, sending her a quick reply.

"Yeah. She seems to be doing okay," I said, feeling a bit relieved.

"That's great!" Dazai exclaimed, getting up from his spot and carefully making his way to sit beside me, much to my horror.

"Dazai! We're not supposed to move around!"

"We're fine!" he waved me off dismissively. "Now you can stop worrying about Keiko and focus on what's important. Me."

I raised my eyebrows at him. "You?"

Dazai hummed. "Yes, me. And how I'm taking you home tonight."

My jaw drops, face heating up at his words. "Wh-what are you talking about?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about," Dazai answered, his voice dropping a bit as his gaze and entire mood changed. His gaze was darker now, his lips curled up in an almost dangerous smirk. "I think it's time we stop tiptoeing around each other and just take what we really want."

My mouth went dry and I quickly became flustered, turning my head away. Immediately, a hand is grabbing my face, Dazai digging his fingers into my cheeks as he forces me to look back at him.

"Nuh uh, you look at me when I'm speaking."

His authoritative tone makes me freeze, heart pounding in my chest as I stared at Dazai, completely bewildered. I knew there was something more about him than he had let on, and whatever it was, had me in fight or flight mode.

"Now, when we're done here, we're gonna leave and head back to my place, okay?" he asked me, but his tone made it seem like it wasn't a request, and it sure as hell didn't match the seemingly innocent smile on his face; not when it didn't reach his eyes.

I nodded, Dazai removing his hand from my face. His smile sent shivers down my spine.

"Good."

"Mmn... fuck, Dazai..." I moaned and gasped softly, the man on top of me littering my neck with angry red and purple marks, two of his fingers working inside my pussy. I was completely naked on his bed, Dazai only in his underwear-- and his bandages still wrapped around his arms and chest.

"Hey, what did I tell you?" Dazai whispered against my neck, curling his fingers and smirking when I cried out. "Call me Osamu. Don't make me tell you again."

I frantically nodded my head, crying out again as he sped up the pace of his fingers, his mouth moving down to my chest. "F-fuck, Osamu!"

"That's it," he whispered, taking one of my hardened nipples into his mouth. My fingers curled into his soft brown hair, head tilting back and eyes screwing shut as Dazai continued to pleasure my body.

It wasn't long until he pushed his hard cock into my wet pussy, the both of us groaning at the feeling of us finally connecting. I was on my knees and elbows, pillow placed under my hips. Dazai started out slowly, biting his lip as he watched his dick disappear inside of me.

"Fuck... I'm gonna burn this sight into my memory," Dazai groaned, making me whine as I shook my head.

"D-don't stare like that..."

Dazai chuckled softly, his hands grabbing my hips as he started to move faster, thrusting harder. I moaned and whined, it seemed to be the only thing I could do while Dazai fucked the shit outta me. "Osamu... please..."

My whining made the man above me grin widely, his thrusts becoming rougher, almost wild as he suddenly reached out and grabbed a handful off my hair. I yelped when he yanked me up, my back now pressed against his chest and his other hand wrapped around my throat.

"What is it, bella?" he hissed into my ear, pounding away at my pussy and making me cry out again. God, it was too much all at once. "What does my pretty little subordinate want?"

I whined. "I want to cum... please Osamu..."

He cackled, pushing me back on the bed, grabbing my hips so hard, I knew I was gonna bruise. "Cum then," he hissed down at me, pushing my face into the mattress. He fucked me relentlessly, fingers finding my clit and rubbing harsh circles. That made my vision go white, my scream muffled as I came hard, body going rigid as pleasure overtook my body.

"Shit, you're squeezing me so tight," Dazai grunted. He pulled out, ignoring my whines as he stepped off the bed. "Get on your back."

I barely rolled over halfway until there was a strong grip on my ankle, my body being pulled down the length of the bed. Dazai stood at the end, wasting no time in pushing my legs back by the back of my knees, and plunging his cock back into me.

I looked up at him through teary eyes, and I knew I should have been afraid of the mad look that was in his eyes, the way his lips were curled up in a snarl. But it just made my pussy clench around him in arousal, eyes rolling to the back of my head.

I came a second time as he did his first, and much to my ultimate pleasure, we weren't finished there. We pleasured each other through the night, until we wore each other out and fell asleep entangled in the sheets.

I woke up the next morning, groaning in pain as I felt my body ache. I forced myself to sit up, looking around blearily and humming softly when I found Dazai sitting on the edge of the bed, his bare back to me.

"Good morning," he sang to me and I giggled softly, carefully moving to kneel behind him. The blankets fell from around me and I pressed my bare chest against his back. "Hm, that's nice."

"Morning," I said softly, peeking over his shoulder. "What are you do-"

I stop, staring as Dazai wrapped seemingly clean bandages on his heavily scarred left arm. I swallowed thickly, my mind running at what could have possibly been the cause of those scars.

But deep down, I knew that the cause was Dazai himself.

"Do... Do you have enough?" I asked softly, not knowing what else to even say. I didn't want to pry or seem insensitive, just having to get over this metaphorical punch in the gut myself.

"Yeah, I'm fine!" Dazai answered, turning to face me with a cheery smile on his face. In a matter of seconds, I was flat on my back, Dazai on top of me with his lips pressed against mine. It was easy for him to make me forget about what I saw, his kisses stealing my breath away.

"I have to go," he said softly, pushing himself off me after a moment.

I nodded solemnly, watching him continue to get dressed. "Alright. See you at work tomorrow?"

He smirked at me. "You know the answer to that."

I rolled my eyes again, just as my phone started to ring. I grabbed it, sending Dazai a quick smile before answering the call.

"Hey Keiko, guess who got fucking laid." That made Dazai snort while I grinned, though my grin fell as I didn't hear Keiko go off like I thought she would. "Keiko?" I shared a look with Dazai.

"Hey... I need you. Can I come over?"

#bsd x reader #dazai x reader #dazai smut #chuuya x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #yeehaw #chuuya smut #yeah lmao goodnight

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leonicscorpio · 3 years

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Batboy Headcanons because I made this for me but you all can enjoy this too if want. (May contain mild NSFW)

Dick:

Has a weird relationship with unwanted gaze and the attention he receives because of his physique. He genuinely likes the attention but he draws the line when people start getting touchy. Just because he's shirtless working out doesn't mean he gave you consent to touch him.

Has good dieting skills but he's in his mid-late 20's and his metabolism has 0 signs of slowing down. He once ate a whole xl bag of M&M's in front of Steph and Babs and both said they wanted to murder him because he won't gain a pound.

Dick has ADHD and I'm sorry if you don't think otherwise. He has hyperactive type ADHD and while he's gotten better at controlling his symptoms he still stims stretching and flexing his arms and shaking his arms.

While not so much in Gotham, Dick is very politically active and volunteers at voter registration and working with organizations with the mission of police demilitarization in Blüdhaven.

Dick is a very sexually driven individual. However, I don't think it's entirely healthy. His ADHD also comes into play with this but Dick just needs to have a release at least twice a day or he'll feel physically sick.

I don't know if you all have seen male gymnasts. But Dick, like the rest of them, has FREAKSISHLY large biceps. Everyone talks about Dick has the best ass in the bat family and while Jason may be larger and stronger, Dick has the best physique.

Dick's apartment is littered with sticky notes in places such as the fridge/in front of his computer. If it's not written down and in a place where he can't ignore it, it's not going to get done.

I'm sorry I know everyone says his birthday is in March but I have to go to the older Nightwing comics and say his Birthday is December 1st. I want you to look me in the eyes and tell me this man doesn't give off Sagittarius energy. You can't. I respect you but you can't look at that and tell me that man isn't a Sagittarius or has super heavy Sag in his birth chart.

Dick's at home doing nothing but chilling? You best believe he's gonna be shirts off, tits out, and rocking some blue flannel PJ's.

Dick is currently the only member of the family asides from Barbara who is regularly attending therapy. And he actively encourages each of his brothers and sisters to go every time.

After his Agent 37 days. He sits down with Jason and talks about having to use a gun and how hard it was. And how having to kill people has affected him. When he had to kill the KGBeast (Agent 37 days he snapped his neck) I headcanon Dick just trauma v*mit*d. Jason hugged him and just consoled him.

It's canon that Dick has anger issues but to me, it's not explored or talked about enough and not a lot of people like to talk about it. Dick is very much the 'if I ignore it it'll go away' type when it comes to his anger and he can brush most insults or harassment off fine enough. But when he breaks, he makes Jason look like a saint. I'm talking slamming you into a wall and screaming in your face angry. He'll be profusely apologetic afterward but still.

Despite popular belief, I don't think he's that bad of a cook. He's just not very experimentative. He can follow a recipe and does look at some guides. But to me, Dick Grayson just is that guy who is like Chicken veggies and rice are a meal that I can cook 4-6 times a week.

Dick has a slight fear of dentists. He doesn't have bad teeth and has good dental health. He just doesn't like the idea of a drill going in his mouth and the few times Bruce has to take him to a dentist he had a panic attack every time.

Everyone lives for the fics where Jason beats the shit out of Tim and everyone is just like lol well Bruce and Dick just forgives him. No. When Dick found out it was Jason who beat Tim to the ground, Dick was literally seething and told Jason "Pick on someone your own size or else I'll make you wish you back in that f'ing coffin."

Dick's favorite foods (some based in Canon*): Milk Chocolate*, Cereal*, Asparagus, Bananas, Banana flavored candy, Hawaiian Pizza* (suffer its canon) Rum, thanksgiving Turkey.

Jason:

He may be the self-diagnosed black sheep (rightfully so) of the family, but Jason does genuinely love spending time with his siblings. Whether it be sharing memes with them on social media or just randomly showing up where they are and abducting them to go get ice cream/coffee/snacks.

He'd probably attempt to harm you if you told him this to his face. But he is the closest acting to Bruce out of all of the family. In terms of mannerisms and inherent warmth and kindness behind a dark façade.

Has two moods: either exceptionally, almost neat-freak levels of clean, or his life is completely falling apart and Jason can't tell you for sure what color his floors are because there's so much stuff scattered about.

Despite their initial hatred of each other, Jason truly feels closest to Tim and Tim is the only person asides from maybe Barbra who he can just talk to without feeling any judgment.

Jason only smokes when he's extremely nervous about an operation or a hit. For those who don't know criminal justice cigarettes are the fastest way to get genetic material on someone. That being said he does still like to smoke occasionally.

Me, plus a lot of people give him this sort of 'Lazarus Rage' as I like to call it. When he's in the heat of a mission or if he's getting upset/angry his vision will get blurred with green, and it feeds on his anger and just gets perpetually harder to contain until he releases it. Jason has gotten much better at controlling it. But as he will tell Tim or Babs, he's "seeing green" which means they need to be careful because Jason could kill.

Everyone says Dick is the mother hen. I see you, I accept you, but let me raise you. Jason came to realize that he died because of his rash decision to go after The Joker alone. If Jason finds any of his siblings out acting alone, or even at the very least without Oracle. Jason WILL forcefully interject himself and ask them what the fuck they think their doing.

I've said it before and I'll say it again. Trying to get close to Jason is hard. He will degrade you can attempt to try to get you to hate him before he lets you in (that cheeky Tsun of him)

He genuinely cares for and supports all of his siblings but has been rough on them needlessly. But if Bruce is being the distant or absent parent he is, you better believe if any of the siblings drops him a text or a call, Jason will be there in a heartbeat.

He's the most physically powerful of the whole Bat Family. You don't understand because of his time in the League, his time with the All-Caste, and having abused Venom for a time, he can snap an arm bone like it's a carrot with little effort.

Everyone in the family likes dogs and goes out of their way to gush over a dog, but Jason takes it to a whole new level. And even when he's masked up dogs just gravitate to Jason.

Can and has grown a beard in a matter of a few days. He usually likes to be clean shaven but some days he likes to wear a beard just to throw everyone off.

One time him, Steph, Tim, and Duke all went to a restaurant (Red Robin lol) and the waitress got his order wrong and his burger had raw tomatoes on it, Jason took the tomatoes off and ate it while looking absolutely miserable. Tim: Jay why did you eat that you didn't have to you know you could have asked the server to fix your burger. Jason, almost in tears: "She works really hard and she tried and I'm a scary dude I don't want to make her upset.." Duke: "... Jason you literally shot at a cop for looking at you funny the other day. But you're afraid of upsetting a waitress?!? I mean ACAB but dude.. "

Jason's happiest big brother moment™ was taking Tim and Damian to the shooting range and watching them both get their first bullseye.

You can't tell me Jason Todd was into the Emo/Screamo/Warped-Tour Scene. His favorite bands/Albums in no particular order, That's the Spirit (Literally the whole album is Jason Themed and I'm gonna die on this hill) & Sempiternal by Bring me the Horizon, Digital Renegade & Everyone's Safe in the Treehouse by I See Stars, The Resistance: Rise of the Runaways by Crown the Empire,

Jason Todd's favorite foods: (Also some based in Canon*) Burgers, Chili Dogs*, Lager-style beers, Freshly baked bread*, Neopolitan ice cream, grilled corn, and Chinese Chicken noodle soup with Duck.

Tim:

This boy *slaps car roof* gives off so much asexual energy. I know New 52 exists but I just feel like Tim is the person who really, REALLY has to trust you and like you before he's sexually active with you.

HYPERFIXATES. You also can't tell me Tim isn't on the spectrum/or has ADHD.

Is the only member of the family who regularly checks up on Jason and talks to him every day via text message. The two are memelords together and love to play pranks on the other members.

While Dick may give the most frequent hugs and Jason gives the tightest, most secure hugs, Tim's hugs are always the warmest and make you just feel good.

Tim's birthday is July 19th. Meaning he's a Cancer. Let that sink in.. no, really let that information just soak. (Note I have nothing against Cancer women, cancer men however....)

All of the bat boys really struggle with talking about their feelings. Dick will manipulate you into changing the subject via twisting it to be about you, Jason will just cut you off or will ignore you, Damian will deflect everything and harass you until you stop, Tim however, Tim is very emotional and while he's very calculated about who he's emotional with, he's not afraid to break down and cry if he trusts you.

Everyone who says he's the level headed Robin haha how's it feel to be WRONG. Tim is at best the least functional college student and at worst a lemming. 'No Tim, coffee isn't a meal I'm going to make you some food or I'm going to stick you in a room with Damian for an hour.' Richard (Dick) John Grayson.

People overblow how addicted to caffeine Tim is. But it's true. Just overblown. You can talk to him before he's had his caffeine just don't expect him to be anything but curt and blunt.

Everyone says Jason would be the worst at texting but it's Tim. He's the master of leaving you on read. While Jason may do it on purpose, Tim is just really bad at texting people and while he always will read your messages he forgets to respond unless it's really funny or really pressing.

Everyone sees Tim as this bean pole super skinny boy Robin. Tim may not be stacked like Dick or a freaking tank like Jason, but Tim is NOT super skinny. He's just as muscular and likes to work out as anyone, but he just is super lean, so he looks a lot bigger and his muscles are more defined because of how thin his skin is. He has those almost disgusting spider veins on his arm. Kind of gross to look at, but he's the dream of any nurse. This means Tim is also the king of accidentally sending/posting thirst traps.

He really is the glue of the Bat Family. Everyone kidnaps Tim for 'Tim Time'.

Dick likes to spar with and in general just hang out with Tim. Tim tried to teach Dick how to skateboard and you'd think the boy who mastered the trapeze would know how to skateboard but you'd be wrong.

Babs and Tim always hang out and talk about computer stuff and Babs knows she can vent to Tim about anything and he won't say a word.

Tim and Steph were a thing for a while and even though they're just friends now, they still are very close and the two have a very deep bond, liking to shop with each other and watch movies,

Cass just loves to be around Tim because of how calming he is but also she knows she can spar with him AND Cass can also skateboard with Tim too.

Even though him and Damian are always fighting, the two still end up being together and have this unspoken bond. They work great together on a team but other than that they still hate each other.

And while everyone still is hesitant around Jason, and despite the fact that Jason literally beat Tim to within an inch of his life, AND would still trigger Tim and taunt him about it. The two have this odd closeness that rivals even him and Steph. Tim will always be the first to bat for Jason. Jason was Tim's Robin. And despite the fact Jason literally beat it into Tim's head to "never meet your heroes." Tim will always be there for Jason should he ask. The two are just close. And it's hard to describe. Bruce has caught Tim and Jason just platonically sleeping next to each other or just doing their own things shoulder to shoulder silently, just enjoying each other's company.

Tim and Duke also have a really positive relationship with one another and the two can stay up all night just talking about anything. Their minds just mesh well together. The two also love to team up and prank the other members of the Batman Family.

Tim's favorite ASMR/Stim? Watching those Tik Toks of people cleaning computers or cleaning phones. The sound of an air duster is like music to his ears and if any of the Bats need their technology cleaned it secretly makes Tim so happy to help them.

Wear his hair up or wear his hair down? It depends! While Tim likes his long hair he also has gotten plenty of compliments for his short hair and likes to style it to suit any occasion.

My one pet-peeve with Tim is that he probably is that person who lets his privilege show from time to time. While he was essentially raised to just sit down, shut up, and be a perfect trophy son to the Drake's. The Drake's were in the same tax bracket as Bruce and Tim definitely was a rich kid. He never means to come across as spoiled, but sometimes Jason will give him harsh looks if Tim just throws away food he doesn't like or says things like Chipotle is 'poor people food'

Tim Drake's favorite foods (you know by now*) Donuts*, Shallot and Artichoke Pizza with Canadian Bacon* (odd choice but it could work) Artichokes in general are his favorite vegetable, Strawberries, and Beef Pho.

Damian:

I headcanon that he has the worst teeth of all of the Bat Boys and he actually has to use lingual braces. (Hence why you can't see his braces)

Canonically is a very good artist and while him and Tim don't get along, Tim introduced Damian to digital art and gave him a photoshop pack and a nice tablet for his birthday one year and Damian loved it so much.

Damian is a capricorn and I will die on this hill. A January capricorn too.

Now you want a good chef? You've got Damian. Having converted to veganism Damian has had to get creative whenever he goes out to eat so he tends to like to eat more home cooked foods. Damian loves all matters of mushrooms, eggplant, and bell peppers.

Damian really struggles the most with his wanting to just be a normal kid. Despite the fact he will dismiss you for it, anytime he gets to spend at Gotham Academy with Jon and the rest of the kids he's naturally the happiest.

Damian LOVES to give gifts. He loves the look on people's faces when they are shocked when they actually get something from Damian.

Despite the fact that he's been traumatized from both his times with Ra's and Talia as well as with Bruce. He just wants Bruce and Talia to be together because he loves them both equally.

While he's the least flexible and least gymnastic of the Robins do let your guard down around him. He is the fastest runner and the guy is rivaled only by Jason in terms of lethality.

So someone (Jason Todd & Duke Thomas) introduced Damian to trap music and ever since anytime his phone gets stolen people will be shocked to find he's listening to some combination of Lil' Yachty, X, Kendrick Lamar, Wiz, and Kodak.

If any random person tries to hug Damian he'll immediately push them away, he'll bitch and moan about just about anyone hugging him other than Bruce & Dick.

Damian loves to go to the beach/the ocean. He just thinks it's so vast and he loves the brineness of the air. Also being half white, quarter middle-eastern and quarter Chinese (Yes everyone forgets Talia is half Chinese) Damian gets DARK. And although he's just okay as a swimmer he still likes bogeyboarding and eventually wants to learn how to surf.

I'm genuinely afraid once Puberty is done with this kid and everyone in the family is. He has Bruce Wayne AND Talia Al-Ghouls genes and those are two SEXY human beings. Damian's gonna grow a beard one day and people aren't going to know how to act.

Damian secretly plays Fortnight and not even Jon knows. He doesn't want to get shamed. He'd rather lose a match and ruin his streaks than deal with the shame of anyone in that family finding out he plays Fortnight.

Damian Wayne's favorite foods (canon*) Cereal*, Avocados, Grilled Tempeh, his mom's Tabbouleh, Mushroom Tacos, and Vegan Sushi rolls, and grape juice.

Duke Thomas

Duke is like, freakishly good with a piano, and he picked it up naturally!

Also everyone says Tim brews the best pot of coffee in the Bat Family, cue to everyone's surprise when Tim was sick one day and couldn't make a pot. Only to find the coffee was freaking amazing. Duke didn't take any credit at first until Alfred let it slip that Duke was the one who brewed the pot.

Duke being the only Meta of the family originally thought he was the double-token because he was a Meta and a black boy. Needless to say his fears were seriously unfounded the moment he got to know everyone.

Although he somewhat fears Jason and his temper initially, he and Jason have one of the closest relationships in the family. If Tim isn't around to bat for Jason, Duke will happily take his spot. The two work on each other's bikes and grew to share the same taste in music.

Duke uses his Photokenetic powers as a force for good and for shenanigans. Jason wants to play a prank on Dick and Damian while Dick is reading Damian a story? Duke will hide Jason in the shadows and will cover up his shadow. Alfred dropped something in the dark? You better believe Duke will find it in 3 seconds or less.

Duke makes it a point to visit his parents every weekend to talk to them. Although they are making some progress in their recoveries, it's still slow going. Eventually, he starts bringing members of the family to see his parents. It started with Cass, then Jason, and the rest followed suit.

Duke loves playing video games with Damian and even helps Damian beat some tougher levels when Damian is about to rage and destroy the console.

Duke is into Magic the Gathering and you cannot tell me otherwise. Duke also is the DM for the Bat Kids annual D&D games. I can and will make a D&D Batfam Headcanons if asked.

Loves Pho just as much as Cass and Tim and they all call it a date night every now and then where they can go to a hole in the wall pho place. It's really a secret between the three of them.

DUKE THOMAS IS THE BEST SWIMMER OF THE BAT BOYS AND I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL. HE JUST THRIVES IN THE WATER.

Finding out his birth father is a supervillain was really tough for him. He went into a shell for a little bit afterwards. Cass and Steph were there to help talk him out of his funk.

Duke Thomas's favorite foods (lol what canon DC hasn't acknowleged our boy in a while..) Chicken Pho, Thai Iced Tea, Papaya, Crab Cakes, Italian Hoagies, his mom's Lemon Poundcake, mint chocolate chip ice cream.

I hope y'all enjoyed! Up next (eventually) will be the Bat Girls!

#Dick Grayson #Batfam #Batboys #Jason Todd #Tim Drake #Damian Wayne #Duke Thomas #Bruce Wayne #Barbara Gordon #Cassandra Cain #Stephanie Brown #Headcanons #Slight OOC but hey If DC can't stay in character neither should I

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wincestisasincest · 2 years

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Waves on the Shore - Chapter 4 Sneak Peek

Howdy! So, college is kicking my ass right now, and it looks like this next chapter will be out Friday (which I'm also considering making my update day? maybe?). She's gonna be a long one.

In the meantime, I wanted to give you guys a little preview of what's to come!!! Just as a way of saying thanks for all the support. Like, it fr means the world <3

sorry if it's kind of bad i still need to edit it kejrtkejhrt

WOTS masterlist // wc: 646 // triggers: language // tags: @edenstarkk

Even though you were breaking into a fucking boat in broad daylight, the most difficult thing was still Viktor. He wouldn’t leave until he had written a note to Jayce and left it on the table, spinning some bullshit yarn about how you two were going to the port to “take a break.”

“You can’t at least lie about where we’re going?” you whined once you were out on the quad.

“If you kill me, I want them to find the body,” he was only half-joking.

You were a little insulted at that, but decided not to tell him that you would never stoop to murder. Perhaps it was better if he feared you.

“If you want me to push you into the sea, all you have to do is ask.”

“I don’t think you could, but it is better to be safe than sorry,” he shrugged.

“You don’t think I could? You’re lucky I’m not going to take that as a challenge.”

“You would do well to remember that, despite appearances,” he shifted his weight on his cane, eyeing you coldly, “I am not helpless.”

“Oh, pfft, I don’t care about your leg,” you brushed him off, “please. I hang around sailors, remember? I’ve seen people with busted limbs raise all kinds of hell. No, I just think I could take you because, well, I could.”

“How egalitarian.”

Silence. The wind howled. That meant you were closer to the sea.

You found yourself rubbing your shoulders, trying to keep some warmth in. He’s being slow on purpose, you thought, practically green with envy at the sight of a warm coat and shoes with soles. Perhaps it was time for you to dig through the lost and found again.

“You never told me what initially prompted you to ask for the journals,” he commented, pretending to not notice your glare.

“Remember when I was gone for the afternoon a few days ago?" you kicked a wayward rock, "I was getting questioned by the Enforcers on Iron Leg. It just made me think about some stuff.”

“Some stuff?”

“Everyone, even the Enforcers, agree that there’s something weird going on here.”

“But it is not your job to figure it out. It will not prove your innocence.”

“Thanks, I know that. I guess I was just curious. Y’know, despite appearances I don’t like being jerked around like some dog’s fuckin’ chew toy. I figured that, with what little freedom I had, I could try to piece together some of this stuff. For my own closure, if nothing else.”

“I see.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing. I’m just certain that we do not have conflicting motivations now.”

“Oh, right. Because someone’s using your baby.”

“It is not a protective instinct,” he lied, instantly recognizing his own unconvincing pitchiness.

“Okay, good,” you faked indulging him, putting on your sardonic innocence, “because I think most people would agree that it’s a little unreasonable to be protective of a rock made in Shuriman that anyone can obtain.”

“It’s not like that.”

“Then what’s it like?” you challenged.

“I don’t have to explain myself to you. We’re wasting time,” he gestured in front of him, continuing forward towards the port.

The cold was awful, but at least it kept potential witnesses inside. You jogged in front of Viktor, catching the sight of your former ship in the distance.

Even now, after everything, you were still tempted to unfurl those sails and disappear over the blue horizon. It would be so easy, too. Perhaps Viktor was right to be suspicious. Upon seeing your work, your cannon, still mounted near the center of the ship’s starboard side, the idea of a blitzkrieg revenge and then swift exit was very tempting.

But you could always do that later, after this little mystery was solved.

“They called her the Kraken’s Teeth,” you told Viktor when he caught up. He seemed unwilling to entertain your sea farer’s admiration.

“Let’s just get this over with.”

#viktor x reader #viktor arcane x reader #viktor arcane #viktor #viktor x you #enemies to lovers #slow burn #viktor x y/n #arcane x reader #jayce talis #mel medarda #caitlyn kira #mel #caitlyn #jayce #waves on the shore

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fruitcoops · 3 years

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Hey Eve! So first of all I wanted to say that I really love how you write arguments- even during escalations, I still respect the characters because you handle the arguments so well. This is kinda silly but I have a friend who I feel like isn't putting time into our friendship and I'm always asking her to hang out, so I feel a bit unwanted by her. Would you be willing to write a fic with that general premise? Idc the characters but your fics help me so much with having difficult conversations

Thank you! I’m sorry you’re going through that with your friend; in my experience, that is one of the worst feelings in the world and I wish you the best with them.

To the anon struggling with their acne that requested Leo and Reg: you are beautiful no matter what <3

SW belongs to @lumosinlove! TW for acne, mild pain, and lack of communication

Regulus’ phone pinged and his heart did its best to make an escape via his throat.

New Message From: Leo Knut

Are you on your way?

It was preceded by six other messages, most with the same general theme. Regulus shoved it back into his hoodie pocket and sank lower into the mattress, wincing as his cheek brushed the pillow. He had never thought acne would be painful, but it had been growing steadily worse over the past week and he could only reschedule plans so many times.

Message To: Leo Knut

Can’t make it

Sorry

See you tm?

Three dots appeared below, then disappeared. They lingered longer the second time.

Message From: Leo Knut

“Shit,” Regulus muttered, feeling guilt twist in his guts. He had been so ready to go that morning—it was just acne, after all—but one too-long glance in the mirror had sent everything crashing down. He couldn’t go outside looking like that. He just couldn’t. It was embarrassing, and painful, and he looked like a fourteen-year-old kid going through puberty all over again.

Someone knocked on the door. “Regulus? Are you awake?”

“Oui.”

The door opened a crack and Dumo poked his head in with a frown. “Aren’t you supposed to meet Leo this morning?”

“I’m sick,” he lied. Dumo laid the back of his hand over Regulus’ forehead and squinted at him in the darkness with a hum. “I already let him know I wouldn’t be there.”

“You look fine to me,” Dumo said, clearly suspicious as he sat at the foot of the bed. “What’s wrong?”

“Just stuff.”

“Just…stuff?”

“Yeah.”

“What kind of stuff?”

“Embarrassing stuff.”

Dumo raised his eyebrows. “Can we talk about it? You’ve been avoiding Leo for the past week, and from what I hear, he’s pretty bummed.”

“It’s stupid,” Regulus mumbled, turning on his side despite the sharp pain from the red spots on his face.

“It’s not,” Dumo said gently, resting a hand on his shoulder. “Not if it makes you this upset.”

“How do I—” Regulus faltered, pressing his lips together. He took a deep breath. “How do I get rid of acne?”

The words came out in a rush; he didn’t expect Dumo to catch any of it, but he simply made a noise of understanding. “If you weren’t the most hygienic person that has ever lived in this house, I would suggest washing your face. It’s different from person to person, but all your brother had to do was outgrow it, so I wouldn’t be surprised if it was similar with you.”

“So I just have to sit here and wait?” Frustration bled into his voice and he scowled, holding the pillow tighter.

“You can still do the things you like, Regulus.”

“I look stupid.”

“No, you don’t.”

“It’s gross.”

“It’s not.”

“How do you know?” he snapped. The guilty feeling returned with a vengeance and he tucked his legs up closer to his body. “Sorry.”

“Everyone gets acne. You just have do decide what you’re going to do in the meantime.” There was a light nudge to the middle of his back. “I suggest putting a shirt and some real pants on, and then meeting up with your friend like you said you would, oui?”

Regulus sighed through his nose. “I guess. These are real pants, by the way.”

“Sweats don’t count. Allez, petit serpent, Leo is waiting.”

Regulus dragged himself out of bed and splashed some water on his face—rubbing soap onto his skin was way too painful at the moment—before changing into real-people clothes and sliding his shoes on.

Message To: Leo Knut

Change of plans

DQ?

He waited in silence for what felt like a lifetime before three dots popped up.

Message From: Leo Knut

See you in ten

A pause, and then a simple <3. Regulus smiled.

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“So.” Leo licked a drip off the base of his cone and laid back against the windshield, letting his head loll to the side as he cocked an eyebrow. “What happened?”

“My face feels fucking awful, dude.” Regulus hummed around the spoonful of minty blizzard for a second. “Being a teenager is the worst thing ever.”

Leo snorted. “We’re not technically teenagers anymore.”

“Still.” He hesitated, then knocked their elbows together. “I’m really sorry, by the way.”

“For?” Leo avoided his gaze and went back to his ice cream.

Regulus chewed the inside of his lip before answering. “The last week of avoiding you. I didn’t want to go out looking like this, but that was such a shitty thing to do to you.”

“It was. Apology accepted.” Leo glanced over and flicked his bicep. “Of everyone you know, I’m literally the last person who would judge you for that. Other things, absolutely, but not acne.”

“I know,” Regulus said quietly.

“Next time that happens, will you at least tell me what’s going on?” His blue eyes turned sad. “I was worried something really bad happened.”

“It won’t happen again,” Regulus promised, and he meant it. They sat in silence on the hood of the car with their ice cream for a while, pointing out weird-shaped clouds with various hums of approval; he wondered how he ever thought staying away from his best friend would make things better. “Hey.”

“Hmm?”

“Wanna see a tiktok of a duck I saw the other day? Made me think of you.”

A smile flickered over Leo’s face, then came out full force as he scooted closer. “Of course I do.”

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Hello ur wangningxian fic had me fucking SCREAMING hello hello I was trying to practice driving but I was too busy YELLING anyways amazing job I'm so fucking hyped for pt 5!!!!

YOU’RE SO NICE HELP I KEEP STARING AT THIS MESSAGE ME HEART MELTIN HERE YOU GO HON -- (Part I) (Part II) (Part III) (Part IV)

They don't return to the table. It had been a stupid idea anyway, Wen Ning thinks; too serious, too tribunal. Wei Ying doesn't like to talk about it, like he doesn't like to talk about anything that's really fucked him up, but he knows family dinners for him growing up weren't the most comfortable affairs. Instead he and Lan Zhan budge over on the couch, though there's already enough room (there's always enough room, if it's for Wei Ying), and Wei Ying, tripping on his tiptoes the way he does when he's nervous, perches on the L-shaped edge of the cushion. The reflective vest Lan Zhan has bullied him into wearing whenever he goes out night-running dangles off one shoulder, coquetry in neon orange.

He is too far away.

Wen Ning extends a leg and prods at Wei Ying with his toes, making Wei Ying yelp, ticklish, and for a moment nearly smile, until Wei Ying gives in to what he clearly wants and scoots up against Wen Ning's side, the third overlapping piece in their tableau. A very wiggly tableau it will be, indeed, now that Wei Ying has joined it. They would not have it any other way. "So you guys kiss now," Wei Ying says, into the hole in the leggings over Wen Ning's thigh. Wen Ning keeps thinking he should fix that, and then forgetting. "How long has that been going on?"

"Just tonight," Wen Ning says, making his tongue go slowly. Behind him Lan Zhan makes a small noise, negative; one of his hands withdraws from Wen Ning's waist and reaches for his phone. They wait while he types, Wen Ning looking at the contrast between Wei Ying's cheek and his own black spandex, Wei Ying staring into the crack where the cushions meet the back of the couch. He seems like he's worn himself out; he curls around Wen Ning's leg like it's a stuffed toy.

It is times like this that Wen Ning is reminded of how much slighter Wei Ying is, than either himself or Lan Zhan. He imagines lifting his leg and carrying Wei Ying up atop it, like a fragile sparrow, hollow-boned, fluffed up against the cold. "Almost nine days," the lady in Lan Zhan's phone says. "When Wen Ning brought you back from the library. Kissed him then. Did not plan it. But." His fingers have stilled; Lan Zhan types with one whole hand, cradling the phone in his other, instead of with his two thumbs like everyone else. It's hopelessly endearing: our little old-fashioned man, Wei Ying calls him, and then tugs at his hair or tweaks his ear. "But you liked it? Mm. Can't blame you for that." Wen Ning can feel the flex of Wei Ying's jaw as he mumbles. A small hum like the vibration of a string starts at the top of Wen Ning's scalp and travels down through his body. The nausea has not left him, or the guilt, but Wen Ning plunges his hands into that hum and lets it fill all his corners. Now that they are speaking, it is better; though they've barely begun. The waiting was the hardest part. It's never as bad as you think it will be, he tells himself. He bites his tongue to get moisture back into his mouth. "We did- we did-, we haven't done anything between then," he says. Lan Zhan's arms tighten around him. Wen Ning leans back against him gratefully. "Um. When we went to that weird cafe with Lan Zhan's brother? That was what we were talking about." Behind him he feels Lan Zhan nod. "I wondered," Wei Ying says. He curls tighter, the movement like a brace before a leap. "Were you going to tell me?" Oh: Wen Ning's lungs have been stolen away. One of Lan Zhan's hands leaves him again, this time to reach out and press down on the top of Wei Ying's head. It's a bad angle; he has to strain, and even so he mostly gets the end of his ponytail. Wei Ying hides his face in the crook of Wen Ning's knee. Wen Ning has to blink rapidly and swallow, twice when the first time isn't enough. He's not sure what he means to say; what comes out is clumsier and more honest than he wants. "I didn't want you to feel left out. I'm sorry." Against his neck, Lan Zhan grunts agreement. He's petting the rough-chopped ends of Wei Ying's hair, the ends sticking up between his knuckles and then smoothing flat again. "Just," Wei Ying says. It's difficult to hear him, pressed as far as he is into Wen Ning's leg, but Wen Ning doesn't imagine he or Lan Zhan are right now giving him anything but their complete intent focus. "You have to tell me if you don't want me around any more, okay? That's rule, ah, rule eighty-nine of being my friend." He laughs, his shoulders twitching. Wen Ning needs to hug him so badly it's rooted his ass to the tasteful cream-colored microfiber. "Okay," he says, chokes on it. "Yeah. D-deal. Definitely want you here though. Right Lan Zhan?" "Mn," Lan Zhan rumbles emphatically. Wei Ying droops. He goes from light upon Wen Ning's knee to hundredweight, sinking like a stone in water. Somehow, Wen Ning manages to curl his leg and reach his arms and get Wei Ying bundled up against them both, his hair splaying out over Wen Ning's throat and his sharp wrists tucked up against Lan Zhan's sternum. He's still laughing, a little, and Wen Ning listens carefully in case the tears he can hear behind them start to spill over. "'S funny," he's saying. Wen Ning slings an arm over his him and wraps even closer. "I thought, hah, I thought out of all of us it would be me who would fuck up and accidentally kiss someone, but wow, Lan Zhan! Who knew you had it in you!" His body can't seem to decide whether it wants to tremble or to sag. It tries to do both, with different parts. Wen Ning looks up from under his eyelashes to see how Lan Zhan reacts to Wei Ying's implication that he'd kiss him, and sees Lan Zhan staring solemnly back at him, the same emotion reflected. He frowns and reaches to set Lan Zhan's hand on Wei Ying's hip where his has been. Lan Zhan resists him. "Like, you guys are my best friends, you know? My best friends, and I've told you this but I mean it, and if you two want to go off and kiss I'm really really happy to let you do that I don't want to get in the way and make you not want to be around me any more because I'm--" Lan Zhan is trying to communicate something to Wen Ning with a frustrated glare and the minute tilt of his chin. Wen Ning has an inkling what it is, and staunchly ignores him, because despite the warm-butter feeling spreading over him Lan Zhan is wrong. "--and I was like, to myself, what if it doesn't break everything? But obviously that's absurd, I always break everything, and--" "Wei Ying," Wen Ning says, in desperation, as Lan Zhan gives up all pretence of fighting fair and begins attempting to shove Wei Ying completely into Wen Ning's lap. He knows Wen Ning won't try to pull away when Wei Ying needs to be held, the bastard. "If you, when you, you, you, you-- kiss Lan Zhan! Please! He wants you to!" It is an uncomfortable position to be frozen in, for the beats that follow. Wei Ying's elbow is digging into the soft part under Wen Ning's ribs, and Lan Zhan's ankle is somehow twisted underneath them all. There's a heavy thud from the apartment above; as the three of them clutch at each other and stare, barely breathing, they hear harried footsteps and the muffled tones of a child being scolded. "Ooh, someone's in trouble," Wei Ying says. And then: "Wait, no. I meant. What?" Lan Zhan is glowering in abject betrayal at the wall over Wen Ning's right shoulder. His ears are slowly turning pink. "Hhhn," Wei Ying says, like a untied rubber balloon, and then-- frantically, scrambling over their tangled legs-- It is not that Wen Ning isn't jealous of what they have, Wei Ying and Lan Zhan. It is rather, to be witness to so wonderful a thing feels like a privilege. When Lan Zhan's hands come up to frame Wei Ying's face, when Wei Ying's lips part, it is more than beautiful; it is necessary. Wen Ning can feel himself grinning, wide and goofy, even as he loses feeling in his calves. It's just-- it's been such a long time, and he's-- he's happy for them. He's so happy. He's...crying? "Oh," Wei Ying says, "Oh, oh, oh," and twists in a violent motion, and Wen Ning is, for the third time in his most immediate history, completely blindsided by the knowledge of a mouth over his own. I haven't brushed my teeth, he thinks, which is a nonsense thing to think, because he did brush his teeth this morning, of course, and he hasn't even started getting ready for bed yet, and also, he had Lan Zhan's tongue in his mouth not even an hour ago, and he had Lan Zhan's tongue in his mouth and now he has Wei Ying's-- He becomes dimly aware that Lan Zhan is stroking his arm, where it's curved to trap Wei Ying flush against his chest. Wen Ning makes the executive decision to panic about this later. There are too many things happening right now to keep track of freaking out. For example: the discovery that brushing the tips of his fingers over the soft skin behind Wei Ying's ear makes him gasp and shudder all over. "Lan Zhan," Wen Ning says, amazed. It's too momentous a thing to keep to himself. "Look." He does it again, and they both watch Wei Ying's eyelids flutter. It feels like there's a volcano under his skin. "M-maybe we should stop and talk ab, about this like adults," he says. It comes out breathless. He does not want to stop and talk about this like adults. "Nonononononono," Wei Ying says, hands shooting out to fasten on their shoulders. "We did talking, now is kissing, can we do more of the kissing? I like kissing. I like kissing you. Both. Both of you." His face screws up. "You might have a point. I think I might pass out? But in a good way?" Lan Zhan looks deeply alarmed. He and Wen Ning maneuver Wei Ying so he has his head between his knees, their hands meeting over the bony seam of his spine. Lan Zhan squeezes Wen Ning's fingers. The volcano turns into a horde of extremely peppy wind-up toys. Or maybe this is what butterflies feel like? "Running," Lan Zhan says, gathering the strands of Wei Ying's hair back from his face. It takes Wen Ning a moment to understand; in his defense, he's fairly certain his brain has been forcibly disconnected. "Right, um, electrolytes. And sugar." He peels himself away (Wei Ying makes a pathetic noise, which twinges at Wen Ning's heart, but he's in good hands) and nearly faceplants on the edge of the rug as pins and needles shoot up his legs. Because Lan Zhan is a good and righteous man, he has the kind of orange juice that's full-sugar, and without bits. Wen Ning pours them all glasses just to be on the safe side, and also takes the opportunity to stick his head in the freezer and think thoughts that are not about confirming his love for his two closest friends via double fellatio. When he returns Wei Ying is sitting upright, Lan Zhan's arm around him. He refuses to drink until Wen Ning is cuddled up with them. See, Wen Ning's therapist says, as he tucks himself against the long line of Lan Zhan's body, Lan Zhan's eyebrows knitted as he rewinds the movie back to the beginning of the scene the left off on. Wei Ying slaps indiscriminately across the limbs within reach when Lan Zhan reaches the right spot; he makes the whole couch rock, and Wen Ning thinks he might burst, from loving them. Not as bad as you thought, at all. So much better.

#mdzs #cql #the untamed #wangningxian #wen ning #wei wuxian #lan wangji #my fics #YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYY WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO WE GOT THERE FOLX #fic: thinking skirt au

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imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl · 3 years

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The Perfect Bad Boy (Pt. 14 of 18)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 3 K

Summary: Working as a lifeguard in the Hawkins Community Pool, you try to fit in after moving from New York. Things were going pretty well when you notice you've been under someone's stare. Billy Hargrove, Hawkins' bad boy, has been staring at you since day one. You never intended to have anything to do with him, judging by the reputation he has. But Billy won't leave you alone, determined to show you his feelings are different this time...

As if your heart flooding you with confusing feelings wasn't enough, there are weird, strange animals lurking in the woods... But those have to be just part of the wild live of the woods surrounding Hawkins... Right?

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Hunt and Destroy

“Alright... A lot of new words and names...” You mutter, looking at the floor between your feet. It's late now, and Eleven has been talking for over an hour. The story is long and you had to stop her to ask a few questions. More than a few, actually. Everything sounds like a very strange story, the weirdest, something nobody could come up with. To prove it, Eleven turned the TV on with her mind, skipping through the channels before turning it off again. But you didn't need any proof. You know what you saw and it was very, very real. “Upside down, Demodog, Demodorden...”

“Demogorgon. With a G.” Dustin corrects you, smiling. How can he be smiling?

“Demogorgon, ok.” Nodding, you take a deep breath and stand up. “So... What's the plan?” You ask, pacing around the living room.

“Well, we need to gather the whole party for this,” Max says and the others nod.

“I'll talk to my mom and Hopper,” Jonathan speaks out. “We have to do this as soon as possible so... tomorrow.”

“Yeah. Can it be here?” You're not sure if you can make this demand, but right now, being anywhere else after dark is too much. The sunlight is your protection since it's deadly to the... Demo-something. It burns them. They like it cold, said Eleven.

“Sure.” Jonathan answers and you offer him a small smile in return. “Could it be by five? Before the sunset.”

“Yeah. We can sneak out of the pool again.” It shouldn't be a problem, and if Anthony is there, you could pretend to be sick.

“Tomorrow is our day off.” Billy reminds and you take a deep breath, running a hand through your hair. You completely forgot that.

“By the morning them. Maybe we'll get something figured out we can start working on through the rest of the day.” Mike suggests and the whole party agrees. “We should get going though. It's late.” Mike gets up from his spot on the floor.

“Wait.” Mike can't possibly be for real now. “You're not gonna head home now. With those things out there.” They're getting closer to the town, and it means they'll hang around all night. “It's dangerous. You should stay.”

Most of them agree easily, chattering among them. Max seems excited, but Mike exchanges a look with Nancy. “I don't think our mother would let us crash at Billy's place.” She says with an apologetic look.

“Oh.” You know why. Billy told you where he was going to when the Mind Flayer almost got him... Or better saying, who he was going to meet. Mrs. Wheeler. You did felt weird back then, and it sure makes you feel weird now, but whatever he did before, you left it where it belongs. In the past. “Just call and tell her you'll be crashing at my place.”

“Yeah, man. C'mon. Slumber party.” Dustin cheers, smiling, and once again you can't understand why they aren't terrified. Guess they're just used to it. But how can someone get used to monsters lurking around?

“Alright, then.” Mike agrees, making his way to the phone.

“They didn't get it yet,” Billy whispers in your ear.

“They didn't get it.” Repeating, you wrap your arms around his neck. “I'm really trying not to freak out right now.” The words come out of your mouth, rolling out your tongue.

“Let's go to the bedroom so you can rest and we can talk.”

“Ok...”

“Alright. It's done.” Mike comes back with his sister, gesturing at the front door. “Should we get going?”

You and Billy exchange a look. They really didn't get it. “Uhm... So that's it, guys.” You start, taking Billy's hand and pulling him with you. “You can crash either here or Max's room. First to wake up makes breakfast.”

“Wait. You made me lie to my mom?” Mike asks as you move further into the hall.

“(Y/N) is living here.” Max ends the mystery, and you can feel her massive eye roll.

“Holy shit.” You hear Dustin and Steve mumbling as you get inside the room.

Billy lets you shower first, and as you wait for him, you look through his college books. Everything seems very complicated. Your fingers run through one of the pages, taking in the many numbers, but not really reading anything. Your mind is too far away right now. The scene keeps playing back, over and over. The... Demodog, as the kids call it, its face opening up, the guttural noises it made. You wish it was just a nightmare, but everything seems very, very real.

Billy's sudden touch makes you suck in a sharp breath, shaking a little. “Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you.” The feeling is quickly replaced by the usual warmth he makes you feel. Safety and comfort.

“It's ok, I'm just... How is it possible that the kids seem to be so fine with it?” Turning around, you lay your head on his chest as he pulls you close.

“They've been through a lot. They know how to deal with it and you don't have to participate if you don't want to.” Billy touches your face, fingers caressing the soft skin of your jaw. “I'll do anything to keep you safe, you know that right?”

You do. But staying out would not only make you a coward, but it would mean one less person to help them do whatever they're planning to. And, whatever this thing is, it had a part in messing with Billy's life. With Max's life, and all her friends. It's kind of personal. And, if Billy is in danger, you want to be there to make sure you'll do anything to save him. “I want to do it. I just need time to... Process everything.”

“You won't be alone. And I'm not talking only for myself, but for everyone else too.”

“Ok.”

“Now come. You need to get some sleep.” Billy pulls you to the bed, and, instead of laying beside him as usual, you decide to crawl on top of him.

“Am I crushing you?” You ask as you lay your head on his chest, smiling to feel his strong arms around you.

“Haven't you noticed the weight I can lift? You're nothing compared to it.”

Closing your eyes, you feel as he places a kiss on the top of your head. You've never been like that with Billy, literally on top of him, and it's good. Today, more than ever, you need to feel safe. Protected. And he's the only one who makes you feel this way. “I'm so happy we don't have to go to work tomorrow.”

“Me too.”

Pulling yourself up, you move upwards until your face is close to his. “Do you think the kids are talking about us?” Despite your mind being apparently stuck reminiscing the same moment, the terror in your chest, you try to change the subject. Hopefully, it'll keep you from having nightmares tonight.

“I'm sure of it.” As he speaks, a noise of glass shattering reaches us. “Max!” Billy yells at the top of his lungs, startling you. “What the hell!”

“Stop yelling.” You giggle, playfully slapping his shoulder.

“Just a glass, Billy,” Maxine answers from somewhere in the house.

“Better clean this shit up!” He shouts again.

“Shut up!” You whine, lowering yourself on him a little. “Or else I'll have to make you and it won't be nice.”

Billy raises an eyebrow, that usual smirk making its way to his lips. “Oh, and how exactly wouldn't it be nice?”

Yeah, you didn't really give much thought before making the threat. “Okay then.” Smirking, you close the distance between you until your lips are brushing on his before you sit up abruptly, a hand covering his mouth. “See? I told you it wouldn't be nice.” He opens his mouth under your hand, and you feel his teeth biting your skin. “Billy!” You complain, taking your hand away from his mouth. “I can't believe you bit me, you jerk.”

“You got what you deserved.” He suddenly pulls you down, making you lay next to him. “Now, quit playing around and sleep, princess. Tomorrow will be a long day.”

“Kiss me goodnight then. To keep the bad dreams away.” You ask him softly, melting into the slow, warm kiss he gives you.

It doesn't help with the nightmares though. Twice that night you wake up, a breath caught in your throat. You struggle not to let Billy notice, snuggling closer to him.

You're more than happy when morning finally comes. The house is so damn loud, and breakfast in a mess. You like it though, the craziness distracting you from yesterday's events. The rest of the party is here by nine, thanks to the urgency of the matter. And then, after everyone is fed up and the dishes are clean, which took half an hour since nobody wanted to do it, everyone sits in the living room to talk.

And you just can't seem to keep up with it. The boys speak fast, Hopper yells, Joyce tries to calm him down, he argues with Eleven, which is like his daughter, you got that, and then he argues with Mike. Nancy and Jonathan always check with each other before saying something, Steve always finds the flaws on the kids' plans, pointing out the many ways it could go wrong, and Dustin often gets into some kind of argument with him. There are a hundred different ways things could go wrong. A thousand ways you could die. Running a hand through your hair, you hold onto Billy's biceps, laying your head on his shoulder. You're the only one who didn't say anything since the conversation started. There's just nothing you can help them with, you'll just stick up to whatever plan they have.

What they know for sure that these Demodogs are here because some of them must have been left behind in some kind of incubation period until it started growing again.

“So that's it. Hunt and destroy.” Lucas says, nodding to himself.

“Yes. We don't know exactly how much time we have until they start going full Demogorgon, so we should start acting now.” Mike states. “Immediately.”

As if something was lit up, everyone starts moving. “My place in one hour, everyone,” Hopper says and suddenly the crowd disperses, the house once again silent.

You're still in the same place you were, on the couch, legs crossed, eyes on the floor. “Hey. You ok?”

“Yeah.” Taking a deep breath, you stand up. “So. Hopper's place. One hour.” Saying this more to yourself than to him, you get up and pace around the living room. “Should we take the baseball bat?”

“Steve has one far more fun than that. You'll like it.” You can tell Billy is keeping his voice nice and soft, trying not to push you over the edge with everything that's going on. “(Y/N), you don't have to go. You know that, right?”

“I do. But I'm going anyway.” Walking over him, you tiptoe to place a kiss on his lips. “Those kids are so brave. I don't want them to think I'm the weak link.”

“Alright, but we stick together. No exceptions.”

“I agree.” It does make you feel a lot better.

In the next hour, you and Billy shower and get ready. You make sure to wear short jeans and a light shirt so you won't feel too hot. The plan is trying to find the Demodog's nest. This part has to be made during the daylight, to make sure no attacks will happen, so you have no choice but to walk around the woods under the sun. Billy makes sure to shove a lot of water on his backpack, using literally every bottle he found in the house. And Max gathers some snacks for the day.

You reach Hopper's place at the same time Nancy, Jonathan, and Mike does, realizing it's also Joyce's place. The party is gathered in front of the house, a big map of Hawking on the ground. Beside it, a pile of some random stuff that you guess will be the... Weapons you'll use. Just in case.

Hopper is the one to assign everyone a place to start, the area they'll have to cover, and where they'll have to stop. There are lines drawn over the map, and you hope Billy has everything memorized because you don't even know where is where. Then, the groups are separated. Billy of course says he'll take you and Max. And Lucas, much to his dismay, will come along too. When people start taking stuff from the pile, you immediately get what Billy mentioned earlier. There's a baseball bat with nails on the top. Smiling, you take it.

“That's so badass.” You mutter, looking at Billy. “This will be my weapon of choice.”

“Hey. That's mine.” Steve exclaims, reaching out his hand.

“Not anymore, buddy.” You sass at him, swinging the bar and hitting the air.

“But–”

“She's good with the bat, trust me,” Maxine says and you nod. Some people have an interrogation on their faces, and Steve keeps staring at the three of you, as if waiting for further explanation.

“We have an inside joke.” Lowering the bat, you turn to look at Billy.

“Restricted to the Hargrove family,” Billy states, taking one the radios from the pile and starting the make his way to the car. “And Max.”

“But what about me?” You feel a little set aside by his affirmation, wondering what he meant. It's impossible that he's ignoring the fact that you were there that day. “I'm in the joke too.” Whining a little on purpose, you follow him.

“You still only notice half of things.” Billy winks at you as he gets inside the car, and after Max and Lucas get in the back seat, you get in as well. “I know you know what I meant.”

“Maybe I didn't.” Billy has this way with you. You were expecting the first sensations to fade, but they didn't. He still makes you nervous, the butterflies on your stomach doesn't seem to grow immune to him. And part of you is still scared of the things you think he means. You did got what he said, but it's safer to just pretend you didn't, right?

The short drive is filled with chattering. The kind of chattering you didn't want to hear since it's all about the Demothings. You stop by the woods, and Max and Lucas will be the ones responsible for the map since they have a compass.

And so the ‘hunting’ starts. You're glad it's not a real hunt though. You remember when you invited Billy for a trail with your friends, but walking through the woods feels different now. Before, you had only the normal wild animals to worry about, not some monsters that came out of the gates of hell. But you try to keep in mind that the sunlight means protection, so you'll safe. For now.

“Billy, can you make sure we'll have enough daylight to make the way back to the car?” You ask him, putting your hair up on a ponytail.

“I will, don't worry.” He moves closer, taking your hand in his. “We'll be ok. Just focus on trying to find anything unusual in the woods.”

“Sure.”

Billy doesn't let go of your hand until you stop to eat something. Lucas and Max start arguing a lot when you resume your walking, complaining about the directions. Billy is clearly pissed, not very fond of the idea of his little sister dating. It's cute the way he keeps staring at the young couple, paying attention to whatever they're saying. You wonder if Billy ever thought about having kids.

Wait. What the hell? Step back, you tell yourself. Too soon for that.

At some point, a fresh breeze starts blowing, and you couldn't be more thankful for it. Letting your hair down, you run a hand through it out of nervousness.

“I'm telling you, we have to go West now,” Lucas says.

“Yes. First West then North.” Maxine takes the map from his hands, taking a look at it. “It's obvious if you think about it. Just look. Try using your head for a moment.”

“Are you calling me dumb?”

“Yes!”

“Alright, both of you.” Billy intervenes, his voice with a tiny hint of anger. “Will you two make a goddman decision or will I have to?”

This will be interesting. Billy and you have been walking a couple of feet behind them, so as he moves ahead, you stand there, crossing your arms. The breeze brings a soft sound, that looks like the sound the pools make when it's windy. Following it, you spot water, only about ten feet away. Leaving the guys behind to their fights, you make your way there, making sure there are no big trees hiding you from their sight. When you get there, you bend down, putting one hand on the freshwater.

“(Y/N)!” It's Billy's usual yell, the one he always uses to scare the shit out of you. “Do you want to give me a heart attack?” When you turn around to look at him, he's already close by, Maxine and Lucas coming right after.

“Sorry, but I found this lake.”

“Lover's lake,” Max says, sitting down on a rock, eyes on the map.

“Lover's lake?” You repeat, crossing your arms and looking at Billy. “Why haven't you ever brought me here?” By the name, you think it would be a nice romantic date. And you remember by what you saw on the map, the lake is shaped like a heart, the reason for the name.

“Oh, you're new here. Sometimes it slips my mind.” He puts he bag down, safely away from where the small ripples reach. “People usually come here to... You know. So I thought that if I brought you and then you found out what really happens here you'd come to the wrong conclusion about my feelings for you.”

That's a very good explanation. And it makes you feel... Special. Different. “Thank you, then. For... Having this in mind.” As you speak, you take off your white shoes, all dusted by now.

“What are you doing?” He asks, an eyebrow raised when you look up at him, using his arm for balance to take off the other shoe.

“I'm using the Lover's Lake to something else than making out.” You start walking backwards, into the water.

“Whoa, look at what (Y/N)'s doing,” Lucas says, and you give them a glance. Max giggles, putting the map down.

“Try to drown Billy, would you?”

“I'll do my best.” When you stare back at Billy, he's already in the water.

You move back until your feet stop touching the bottom, so you start swimming further away. The freshwater is a blessing, washing the hot day from your skin. For a moment, you decide to leave the worries behind, just for a couple of minutes. Billy is quick to reach you, and you're suddenly aware of the kids staring. “We have an audience, keep that in mind.” You tell him when he pulls you close, strong arms encircling your waist.

“Were you ever kissed underwater?”

“No.” Your smirk matches his as you take a deep breath and push yourself down.

The kiss is a mess. You have to focus on holding your breath through the process, what makes you laugh, throwing bubbles on Billy's face. You manage to reach the bottom, your back hitting the rocks as Billy floats on top of you. But eventually, the oxygen you were saving is over, so you push him away and swim back up, laughing when you reach the surface.

“What a chaos.” You burst out when he comes back up as well. “We suck at underwater kisses.”

“I think I swallowed some water,” Billy says, coughing a little.

It only makes you laugh harder, removing the hair glued to your face. Swimming closer to him, you wrap your arms around his neck.

“Hey! Mr. and Mrs. Hargrove! Let's get moving!” Lucas shouts, making you roll your eyes.

You burst into laugh again when Billy flings you over his back, carrying you back to land.

And the walking restarts, with Max and Lucas constantly arguing and Billy trying to make them stop. The good thing is that it distracts you. And the bad part is that it distracts you from searching around for any signs of a Demothing nest. Your eyes scan through the woods, among the trees, looking for–.

“Holy shit!” Lucas exclaims and then he jolts away, running, followed by Max. You and Billy exchange a look before rushing after them.

Before you can ask what was that, you see it. A huge hole on the solid ground. It would fit a car in it. The thing goes down, in a slope, and then it keeps going until it makes a turn left. It's clear it doesn't belong to any kind of wild animal. It's not natural. A low, guttural low snarl reaches your ears, and you involuntary gives step back.

“Call them. Them then we found it.” Lucas says, taking a pencil and making a mark on the map.

The moment Max takes the small radio, you hear static. “Everyone listen up.” Steve says, more voices talking behind him. “We found it. A freaking hole in the ground. It has to be–”

“That's it.” Eleven's voice cuts him off. “We found it too.”

It was supposed to be just one.

“What?” Steve asks.

“Head back now. Everyone.” Hopper says and Max turns the radio off.

This is far worse than you thought.

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