#but first it'll be green because I'll be sick

[ddejavvu]

Exterminator!Eddie on his first week of training with his uncle, comes to your house on his first sole job. And after thinking he got rid of all the snakes, you literally get bit. And he has to suck the venom out your bare skin, while you’re both panickedly freaking the fuck out, as he’s sucking at you. What a way to meet cute

today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)

this ask is so special to me bc i am an avid fan of billy the exterminator and eddie is.. that. so. <3 also, a little psa for you all: every bit of research that i did on this method states that you should not suck the venom out of a snake bite because, of course, then there will be venom in your mouth. and you do not want venom in your mouth. snake venom is also apparently very fast-acting, so it does irreparable damage no matter how fast you get to suckin'. so bottom line. don't suck snake venom out of a bite. but for the sake of the silly little meet cute fanfiction, we're just going to pretend that it would work and it wouldn't kill eddie too <3

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Eddie's maybe not the best exterminator in the world. Hell, maybe he's not even a good one, seeing as your arm is bleeding, and the skin around it is already rashing up.

"Holy shit," He stomps the snake's head beneath his boot, not enough to kill it but enough to restrain it, "Oh- oh my god, holy shit, you're- okay! Okay, you're fine, it's gonna be fine."

"It hurts," You whimper, tears welling up at the corners of your eyes, "Like- like really bad, are these snakes poisonous?"

"Venomous," He mumbles, reflex from his extensive (read: one week long) training, "Uh, yeah. So..."

He's apparently an even worse problem solver than he is an exterminator. You finally let your tears flow, chest heaving with sobs, "Do something!"

"Yeah! Yeah, okay," He nods, reaching out to grab you by your good arm while keeping the toe of his boot firmly against the snake's head, "C'mere."

An extensive knowledge of adventure movies gives him the perfect solution: he'll suck the venom out.

"Uh," He doesn't quite know how to go about sucking on your arm, so he directs his wide-eyed, panicked gaze to your own one, riddled with despair, "I'm gonna suck it out, okay?"

"What?" You blubber, spit clogging between your teeth.

"I'm gonna suck it out," He repeats, smoothing his thumb over your wrist, "it's okay, honey. It'll be fine. You'll live."

Now that the snake is contained, albeit not well, he's starting to come down from the panic that inflated his lungs. He's not fantastic in a crisis, but his semi-soothing words seem to help minutely, if only to get you to offer your arm up to him.

"Okay," He hums, nervous, "So I'll just..."

His lips hit your arm and turn down into a grimace at the heated skin. You feel sick, and he purses his lips around your bloody bite.

Sucking snake venom out of an open wound is... less than pleasant. But he gets a flash through his mind, an image of himself, chunky boot restraining a killer snake, fantasty-style damsel in distress clutched in his arms as he sucks poison out of her body. The fearless fighter, rather than the shitty exterminator. He only feels slightly bad about transforming what's probably the scariest moment of your life into his fantasy sequence.

He's sure, though, that the scene doesn't look as badass to Wayne, who, after hearing no response from knocking at your front door, stepped inside to check on his nephew. He stops dead in the doorway, finding his boy... sucking on your arm? And a fat tear rolls down your cheek as Eddie rips his mouth away from your skin.

He spits, urgent and messy, right into your carpet. There's a list of questionable things Eddie has done while on duty today, and it's only growing longer with time. His glob of spit comes out tinged green, and he shudders thinking about residue left against the tissue of his cheeks. He needs water, now.

"Wayne," He catches sight of the man in the doorway, frozen still, "Snake bite. Call 911."

He leans down to grab the snake beneath his boot, fingers pinching its neck just like he's been taught. He keeps the thrashing creature at his side as he marches over to duck his head under your kitchen faucet, rinsing and spitting ten times just to get the taste of blood out of his mouth.

Your sniffling brings Wayne out of his shell-shocked trance, and he looks away from where Eddie is gulping down water, "Uh, the phone?"

"There," You raise a shaky arm, your non-bloody one, to point at a wall mounted phone, "Am I gonna be okay?"

"You'll live." Wayne grunts, squeezing your shoulder as he lumbers past you to the phone, "Don't stress, kiddo."

Neither of the Munson men are especially proficient in comforting words, you suppose. But Eddie stalks back across the house to stand beside you, brandishing the snake in his hand that you shy away from.

"If you want," Eddie pants, water dribbling down his cheek, "I'll fling him for you. Like, into the fuckin' sun. I'm so sorry, Y/N, I really thought they were gone."

"it's okay," You sniffle rubbing at your tear-stained cheek with your clean hand, "I did, too."

"Gimme that," Wayne scoffs, yanking the snake away from Eddie's iron grip and wrestling him into a bucket, lid punctured with breathing holes, "Don't torment her."

"I'm not! I said I'd fling it," Eddie huffs, free hands now reaching for your injured arm, "Are you okay? Like, besides the snake bite."

"Yeah," You breathe, lungs empty and full at the same time, "Uh it- it hurts. But I'll be okay?"

"For sure," Eddie nods, his curls flying beneath his bandana, "They've got antidotes. You'll probably be home again before dinner. And I'll do another sweep," He looks down, sheepish, "Just in case."

"Thank you," You whimper, the soft, warm touch of his fingers on your arm comforting, "Could you ride in the ambulance with me?"

His eyes go wide, "You want me to?"

"Please," You urge, "I'm scared. And you know about this stuff; about snake bites. I need someone who knows what they're saying to tell me I'm not gonna die."

"Yeah," Eddie nods, breathless, "Yeah, I'll ride with you. Oh! And, uh, you're not gonna die."

"Thanks," You break into a smile, although it's muddled by the tears in your eyes and the quake in your voice, "Y'know, you're a shit exterminator, but you seem like a nice guy."

Wayne doesn't give Eddie a chance to laugh at your quip, piping in with a snort, "Yeah, I don't think he'll be taking over the family business anytime soon."

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson scenario #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson one-shot #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson headcanon #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson hc #eddie munson hcs #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson dialogue #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader fanfiction #eddie munson au #ddejavvu's multiverse mondays #multiverse mondays #exterminator!eddie

[jesssssssssica]

won't say i'm in love gr63

get a grip y/n. look at you, falling for a guy with two first names. curse you george russell and your gorgeous green eyes that lure you in and your muscles that for some reason make me starstruck every time i see them.

for some reason you make my stomach feel so strange like there is something in there, and no before you say anything, it’s not butterflies. no, it’s probably just me feeling sick whenever i see your face because you annoy the hell out of me, yeah that’s probably it, definitely not anything to do with me maybe possibly just the tiniest bit in love with you. that's simply not possible.

i don't even know why i continue to think about this topic, this possibility that i, even in the slightest, could possibly love, no like a man like you. especially not when no man has ever made me feel like this.

how come the first man that makes me feel as if i'm someone is george freaking russell? the same george russell that pushed me off the goddamn track and ruined my chances of getting a world champion title. the same george russell that would always seem to roll his eyes and scoff at anything i would say when interviewed together.

how could i ever feel such a thing for a man that angers me so very much? or am i just overexaggerating everything? maybe we're just close to the border that separates love and hate. either way i'm sure it's just a little thing, i'm sure it'll pass soon and that way george russell will just be another one of the 19 drivers that i have to go against every weekend. i'll just remember him as someone that was part of that weird phase that everyone goes through.

i mean if i was wanting to start a relationship with someone why would i choose someone that i spend so much time with, someone that i literally have to compete against every single week? it just doesn't work and besides all that it's george russell.

it doesn't help either that i always have lando and alex down my ears going on and on about how george and i are "made for each other". oh how i wish they would realise that nothing is ever going to happen between us, even though that would be nic- what am i talking about.

every time lando and alex bring him up i can't help but listen to the 'proof' they have that something is brewing between me and number 63 and i have to give them credit because sometimes it even has me believing in the possibilities. i mean the last time they spoke to me, for the rest of the day, i was constantly blushing and getting flustered every time george would pass by me, occasionally brushing against each others sides. but nonetheless i will forever see george russell as nothing more than competition, which once again shows that we would never work out, how can you love someone and yet still want to punch them so hard in the guts.

even if i were to possibly like him, i wouldn't dare ever say it out loud, not a chance. i mean how cliché is it that the girl who swears she absolutely hates this one boy ends up falling for him in the end.

and it's not as if i don't understand the self sabotage i'm doing to myself, i've been through this before and by now i thought my heart must've learned its lesson, to not fall in love, but no here i am falling in love with him.

and yeah maybe it will feel so good in the beginning, having someone that treats you like a queen, desperate to impress you so they can reel you in but then it turns sour but it's strange because it's almost like a nice sour, oh i really am desperate.

i know how wrong this is of me, feeling as if i've committed a sin, for falling for someone, especially a man like george russell, a man i was committed to hate for the rest of my life, though i can’t seem to help myself.

i can’t help that he has the most gorgeous eyes and the most perfect face and soul and i most certainly cannot help it that whenever i’m around him, my stomach seems to explode into a hundred pieces.

i can’t help it either that george just won’t seem to leave me alone, no matter how obvious i make it that i want to put some distance between us, making it practically impossible for me to not find him a little pretty.

i thought i’d learnt my lesson from the rollercoaster of my last relationship, where it starts out peaceful and lovely and then you suddenly want to rip your hair out in frustration, crying your eyes out at the stupidity of the situation. 

though it seems i had not. 

of course i didn’t. 

and of course the reason i find myself falling is because of george william russell. 

brilliant. 

though i’ll never say it aloud. never. i can’t let myself fall for another person, not when i know i could get hurt. i want to say something but surely this is all just an exaggeration, i’ve just never been able to tell the difference between love and liking someone in a platonic way. 

yes, that’s it, i’ve just finally come to the realisation that me and george are friends and that’s this feeling that i’m going through.

oh, let’s be realistic y/n you love him. 

but i will never say it out loud.

#formula 1 imagines #f1 imagines #f1 imagine #formula 1 imagine #george russel imagine

[jelzorz]

139.

It's obviously not a good idea. Obviously. Nyx can't say she doesn't know that because she's had first hand experience with these kids. That Moonshadow elf girl has very sharp blades and a very short temper when she's prodded about stuff she doesn't want to talk about, and this, y'know, seems like something she won't want to talk about at all but still. Nyx is curious. She can't be blamed for that.

It's been smooth sailing for about a day. The only real drama has been trying to stay on Zym's good side because he, apparently, still hasn't forgiven her for trying to kidnap him which she supposes is fair. Other than that, it's been Rayla throwing up over the side of the ship and Callum watching and starting towards her and then changing his mind which is frustrating as it sounds because it's happened four times.

Nyx hadn't asked because she's got some semblance of tact, thank you very much. She'd spoken to their Crownguard friend instead:

"What's wrong with those two?"

"Hm? Oh." Soren had shrugged. "It's kinda complicated. They used to be a thing—"

"Yeah, no, I know all that, I was there." Nyx had waved him on impatiently. "What's wrong with them now?"

"Oh, uh." Soren shuffled awkwardly on the deck. "They kinda broke up."

"They kinda broke up?"

"Yeah but it's complicated. They obviously still like each other but y'know. They've gotta sort it out on their own. I wouldn't recommend bringing it up."

It's cute that Soren would think she would listen to his advice but Nyx takes pride in being a professional shit-stirrer and there's certainly shit here to stir. On land, this would be a stupid thing to do but Rayla is incapacitated on water which not only makes this safer, but more amusing. She sidles up to Rayla that afternoon while she's throwing her guts up (again) and nudges her elbow with a smirk.

"Your human friend's grown up a bit," she comments.

"Shame you haven't," snaps Rayla. The bite in her voice is impressive for someone who looks so green.

"I'm just saying," says Nyx casually. "He cleans up good. Heard he's back on the market."

Rayla's eyes narrow into a glare. "Excuse me?"

Nyx shrugs. "He seems like a pretty good catch if I do say so myself, and if you don't want him, then don't mind if I—"

"Don't even think about it," snarls Rayla.

"Why?" presses Nyx. "Thought you threw him back. Too little a catch?"

Admittedly, that last taunt might have been pushing it, and Rayla, rightly, draws a blade and levels it at Nyx's nose. "It's none of your business," she hisses. "Nose out, Nyx, or I'll take it off for you."

Touchy. Nyx studies Rayla, and beyond the sick, beyond the rage, there's a shame in her eyes that looks like it needs to be addressed. Nyx takes pity on her at last and presses the blade away with a finger.

"Birds like me are opportunistic," she says, "and you've got one heck of a fish. I'd just consider reeling him back in while he's still hooked, y'know? I don't imagine it'll be long before someone else notices what a catch he is." She throws in a wink to add a little flair before she stalks off again, leaving Rayla less green and considerably more red.

#in anticipation #rayllum #heard nyx is coming back and theres gonna be a boat #not sure how much sense this makes #im literally so sick just let me die

[randoimago]

Congratulations on your follower milestone! 😃

May I please request a one-shot with Kanji from Persona 4? Confessing Feelings while cooking dinner?

Missing Ingredient

Fandom: Persona 4

Character(s): Kanji Tatsumi

Type of Request: 3,000 Followers Oneshots

Note(s): I have learned that if I get a request from you that more often than not, it'll have something to do with food. I now keep snacks on hand while I write so I don't get hungry.

But thank you and I hope you enjoy this!!

"Half a teaspoon... Quarter cup of.... They really make these things complicated, huh?" Kanji comments as he reads the recipe you gave him. You already seemed to know what you were doing, and Kanji insisted on helping so you wrote the recipe down for him to follow along.

"Well, it doesn't have to be exact. Baking is where everything needs t be precise, cooking is more measuring with your heart when it comes to certain things," you reply and Kanji nods and makes a face.

"Is that why the girls suck at cooking?"

"Yukiko is getting better. And Naoto is great at cooking." You can't help defending them, but a smile is on your face at how easily Kanji made the comment.

He's never been one to shy away from being blunt. You notice the shrug Kanji gives, but there is a bit of a smile at the mention of Naoto. Maybe you shouldn't have mentioned the detective while trying to spend time with him...

"The recipe seems to be missing something though..." Kanji thankfully takes you away from your thoughts before they became more green and made you feel worse. You give him a curious look since you don't think you missed anything. And Kanji hasn't cooked this dish with you before so you don't know how he can tell something is missing.

"What's that?" You ask and Kanji looks up at you, almost like he's in pain.

"Love."

There's a bit of a silence after the cheesy comment. You had not expected something like that to come out of Kanji's mouth. And by the looks of it, Kanji didn't look pleased at all that he said it. Laughter escapes your lips as you take in the five stages of grief that cross his face at saying such a cheesy comment.

"Yosuke told me I should say that while cooking," Kanji mutters as you continue to giggle, the tips of his ears reddening as he tries to hide his face behind the recipe.

"That makes more sense. I'll be sure to sprinkle in some love then, so it wasn't in vain," you tell him, and he grumbles as you both resume cooking. Giggles leaving your lips now and then while Kanji sulks a bit. Although, a thought does cross your mind. "Why did Yosuke say you should use that line?"

Kanji stutters as the tips of his ears become more red. He glances away as he seems to try and figure out a response before muttering, "To hell with it." You look at him with confusion as he looks up at you with a determined and an angry blush on his face. "Cause I like you."

Kanji, the guy that most people perceive as tough and a punk that broke things and people's faces without a care. The guy that you had gotten to know to be secretly sweet and very supportive of his friends. The one that made you several stuffed animals when you were sick as well as a scarf when fall had arrived. The guy that you had been crushing on but didn't say anything because you didn't want to get in the way of his feelings for someone else (that he doesn't even have apparently). The guy that is staring at you as you process his words still and watch him looking more nervous as seconds pass.

"You like me?" Is the first thing you ask, your tone one of disbelief and you want to smack yourself for questioning him instead of confessing back.

"Yeah, I do," he says and opens his mouth to continue talking but his eyes go wide. "Aw shit, I'll give you a list why later. The food is burning."

That caused both of you to scramble to fix things. You hear Kanji grumbling about how he should've waited until after it was made. A small smile crosses your face as you look over at him as he turns the temperature down on one of the burners.

"I like you too, by the way," you say and immediately regret it as his attention turns to you and not the popping oil in the pan. A curse flies from his mouth as you're quick to try to get his arm under some running water.

"We'll talk more after we finish this." Is a statement you both agree to as you want to avoid more injuries and mishaps. At least the dish got that ingredient that you left out of the recipe earlier.

#kats 3000 follower celebration #sacredwarrior88 #persona 4 x reader #kanji x reader #kanji tatsumi x reader

[seleniancalamity]

what's that, another AF post? featuring all of the designs i.. for some reason never posted! read below the cut for more info and yes im aware some of these poses are garbage these are once again in my old style i drew these like weeks ago :sob: also the text below is Stupidly long so bear with me

bet you're wondering "gee, steven, where's cyalm/celesteal and voixer?" Welllllllll there's a bit of a problem with those designs and it's called "i might of taken a bit too much inspiration from a different artist's designs and i dont remember said artist's username" and so i'd feel REALLY bad for posting them (which is sad because voixer is my favorite design of literally all the ones i drew)

anyways, some design notes

arrolin was an actual fucking pain to design. red/green is such a difficult color combo to work with. i originally tried adding yellow but a challenge i wanted to do for this artwork is stick as close to the original palettes as much as possible

mino and morward are meant to reflect on each other since morward is meant to just look like mino but Advanced since.. here they're both robots

solgon and naen are married you can't convince me otherwise thats why i gave them rings

(yes i know naen is doing the "you know i had to do it to em" pose)

signol is a deliberate design disaster. i love them. (i also made them genderfluid because i said so)

i made shallare look like the most Guy of All Time with intent he's meant to look like if a normal ass guy was a point

i've already uploaded stratosfear in a different post so i'll probably post my own design for the first star savior later since i dont have any actual art for them besides a low effort sketch

pasless looks like a farmer i'm gonna be real i had no idea how else to incorporate Woah he's the guy that represents The Past (tm) other than make him look like a farmer

yawgate is meant to straight up deadass have a portal in his torso like i just thought it was a sick idea so i did that no i didnt think of the consequences

please ignore compale's shoes. they're meant to have snow shoe spikes but i cannot draw perspective for shit

ploque is best described as having designed to look like he'd work at home depot

ixol is meant to look like they made hawaii part II miracle musical into a personality trait

anshine is just an angel bro idk what else to say about him i made him very angelic looking to contrast stratosfear looking demon-y

ulipse was very fun to draw idk why also i have no idea where i got the inspiration for her design other than just "damn what if i made her more fem presenting because all of the other points are very neutral or masc barring signol"

and finally, staraza! my design for the second star savior! they have no personality atm i just think they're neat i gave them three colors and made them a point because... Well funny story i was on actual AF2 restored and someone said something along the lines of "point star savior ocs are bad" and i was like, internally. "fuck you" and decided to do it out of spite

I'll post a celesteal/cyalm/voixer design eventually but idk if it'll be the one i use personally

Also how the fuck do i tag any of this im just not gonna tag all of the characters i cant be bothered im sorry

#adventure forward #adventure forward 2 #adventure forward 2 points of conflict

[namelysane]

When Lloyd and hellspawn go out do they have to put on disguises? Do they also put on like contacts or something? Does hellspawn love dressing up or does she hate it?

Initially, Lloyd never really saw any need for that because he never once took her out with him after she was made...spawned?

Keep in mind this was after the Final Battle — a.k.a back when Lloyd had to show up to ceremonies all over Ninjago and was busy as heck. On the days when he was on break, he always spent them at Garmadon's monastery and never left because he was desperate for some peace and quiet while trying to take care of her. The furthest he even went with her was just outside the monastery.

And yeah, maybe also because the thought of wearing a disguise didn't cross his mind at the time. Sigh.

(Garmadon, teach your son how to shapeshift. i'm begging you.)

At Zane's funeral, they just passed her off as a distant cousin of Jay's from Edna's side of the family. And then the team split, leaving Lloyd to spend nearly all his time at the monastery during the first few weeks contemplating things to the point he really needed a distraction.

So the only one he was left with was Nya, who was basically like: Put on a hoodie and take her out to the park. The weather's good.

Lloyd: But you guys told kid me i looked terrible with my hood up.

Nya crosses her arms: That was Kai.

Lloyd, sniffs, looking away: Whatever. Still hurts a year later.

Nya, lets out a sigh: Lloyd—

Lloyd: Not happening. It'll make me look like a kidnapper.

Nya looks at him warily: What kind of movies have you been watching, again?

Lloyd pretends he didn't hear her: Or maybe I could grow a moustache.

Nya stares at him: I'm going to pretend you didn't just say that.

Lloyd: But I'll look good—

Nya: I'm disowning you.

Lloyd: I was joking!

Nya: Just wear a hat. I'll even buy you one.

And so, Lloyd went with a fedora and green contacts to cover his red eyes & started taking her out more often — with Nya occasionally tagging along. It's mostly just walks in a stroller in which he just pretends to be his kid's older brother who's supposed to be watching her. Overall, it's fun. One day there were old ladies who came up to them commenting on how adorable the baby was, causing Lloyd to be like: there's no way i made this.

And fortunately, she was asleep at that moment, so her eyes didn't give Lloyd away.

When Nya isn't there with him—and it's also one of those days he blames himself for Zane's death, Lloyd finds himself spilling everything to hellspawn and then feeling really bad about it later. His only comfort is that he knows she won't remember this—he really hopes she doesn't.

After s4 and pre s5, Lloyd started getting sick of having to pretend to be his own kid's brother instead of her father so he decided to dress more maturely to look older, even putting on a fake moustache & goatee to complete the look and took her to other places to not be recognized. Kai could no longer see his baby brother anymore & was sad for a week.

But after s5...well that was where the real challenge began.

After the press found out the Green Ninja actually had a child, Lloyd was hysterical. They'd been so careful, so careful and now it was all gone. Great. She's gonna go through the same thing he does now all because she's stuck with him for a dad.

She's only two. Lloyd can't make her wear contacts every time they're out and Zane says that isn't advisable either. And considering he can't keep her isolated on the bounty for the rest of her life, he decided to get some wigs, hats and literally anything else to make her as unrecognizable as possible.

And she hates it.

Well the good thing is, her eyes look more brown from afar instead of red, so there's no need to worry about that. She really despises wigs though. Lloyd eventually decided to just dress her in toddler hoodies — which he made — or cover her face with a blanket after finding that out the hard way.

And before s8 and some time after Lloyd's eye color changed completely, she started taking an interest in green colored contacts just to match him because his eyes weren't red anymore.

#the lloyd's hellspawn au #AU where lloyd's golden power caused him to spawn a kid pre s3 like how the fsm made wu and garm #but lloyd's was purely by accident #lloyd garmadon #lloyd montgomery garmadon #lloyd ninjago #ninjago lloyd #ninjago au #lego ninjago #ninjago #sensei garmadon #lord garmadon #nya smith #nya jiang #ninjago nya #nya ninjago #kai ninjago #kai smith #kai jiang #ninjago kai #rgb siblings #thanks for the ask!

[here-its-kayla]

Writing g/t one piece? *^* how about Law finding an injured/sick tiny?

Here! :D I'll be working on the other request soon :]

(also I might changed a bit the story a bit; Law doesn't find the tinies, one of them comes to him; Sorry that I changed that :'])

It's a bit short though (+ a drawing to see how my oc's actually look like), btw now Law knows how to cook UuU

Anyways enjoy this :)

It was a day like any other on the Polar Tang, the crewmen were doing their thing while Law was in his own room rereading his medical books. And although it could be his imagination, he had spent several days listening to small noises that the submarine usually didn’t make.

If that wasn't enough, every day around the same time, a shiver ran through his entire body. At first, he did not give it much importance, but when it began to repeat itself daily at exactly that same time, he thought that it was not a coincidence.

He put the book aside, ready to leave his room and talk to his crew, he heard a little tapping on the highest shelves. He slowly approached, his hand on his katana for good measure, looking up only to see a small head peek out. 

Law stares at it for a moment before speaking. “What the hell? There is no way this is part of my imagination…” “I am very real, mr. human.” Said a small voice of a little girl that seemed to belong to that little head that peeked out.

“I have also heard that you are a doctor, is that true?” the girl asked as she peeked a little further over the edge of the shelf. Law frowned. "Yes, I am the doctor of this submarine, why do you ask and how did you get into my submarine?" 

The little girl simply put her finger to her lip and answered. "I don't know how we got in or how long we've been here... But, I was wondering if it was true that you were a doctor, because my older brother's skin is very hot but he says he's cold and I don't know what to do."

"Hmm, it's very likely that he just has a fever, could you tell him to come over?" The girl seemed to hesitate for a moment before nodding and disappearing from sight. “What did I just get myself into…?”

About fifteen minutes passed before two small figures appeared walking across his desk. The so-called brother glared at him coldly before heaving a sigh and sitting down. "Here he is, although it took me a while to convince him, he made me promise that you wouldn’t touch me in any way if I wanted him to come."

Law heaved a sigh as he sat down across from them. "It's okay to be cautious around strangers, so that condition is fine with me." He answered looking at the two. The girl had brown hair tied into two pigtails and was wearing a light blue t-shirt with a blue skirt and brown boots, while a green scarf covered her neck.

The other had short hair the same color, was wearing a baggy white T-shirt, baggy black pants, and brown boots. Like his sister, he wore a green scarf wrapped around his neck. “Are you going to be watching us this whole time or what?” the brother said in a rather rude tone. 

The girl looked at Law for signs of anger before saying. “I'm sorry for my big brother, mr. human, it's just that he doesn't like humans…” Law just nodded as he got up from his seat. "I'm going to make some soup for you two, it'll help you warm up a bit."

Half an hour passed before Law returned to the room with two small lids filled with soup. He placed them in front of the little ones as he sat down again in front of them. The brother was the first to take a sip of the soup "Thank you... I guess..." The little girl smiled broadly. "Yeah, Yeah! Thank you very much! By the way my name is Kyoko and his is Kyo, I am seven years old and he is seventeen!”

"Trafalgar Law..." Who knew that now he would have to deal with two little people in his submarine?

+ Oc reference drawing :]

#one piece g/t #g/t #one piece #giant/tiny #giant!law #giant!trafalgar d water law #g/t writing #kayla answers #ask #iwantallthecookies #borrower!kyo #borrower!kyoko #borrower oc #borrower

[rrxaiky]

It's 9PM so I'm making a quick Trey fic and posting it because if I put this in Honey's inbox it'll disappear

she/her pronouns are used for Honey + Not an x reader

TW for suicide and death

You were the only one,

"Trey, I've been meaning to ask you something." Honey voiced to the green haired male beside her while staring at the broken stars that hung in the sky. The stars were always broken. From when they were first born months ago all the way till this moment.

"Weren't you lonely before I got here?"

Trey hesitated for a while before answering, "In a way, I guess I was lonely, but then I got used to it. When you arrived, I didn't really know what to feel about it, since I already got used to being alone. In my own world, where only I existed." As Trey spoke, the winds picked up, blowing calmly over the grass.

So I treasured you like no other.

"But... Now that you're here, I think I would want to keep it that way." He continued, ruffling Honey's hair when he finished. Trey would die to keep her with him, even with broken stars shining in their eyes.

Even with broken stars, it's amazing how they line up, isn't it? All the patterns they could make, the stories they told... As long as the stars were with them, as long as those stars that made "them" up existed...

They'd be okay.

You and I both know,

"How long has it been since I got here?" Honey asked herself, looking at the calendar on her wall. "A year? Did I lose my sense of time? Maybe I like spending time with him? What am I saying... I love him, don't I?" She questioned, crossing out another day on the calendar.

"Even if I love him, we can't stay together forever." She knew, both of them knew that they couldn't be with each other, no matter how hard they tried.

That stars don't shine forever.

"Hey Honey! If I'm ever out, know that there's a key to my house hidden by the lamps. Feel free to let yourself in." "You idiot! What if someone steals them?!" "Don't worry, don't worry. It's not like anyone's going to drop by anyway, so it's safe. It's getting late. You should probably get back. Would you like me to come with you?"

And when they die, they end up somewhere,

"Trey, you're sure that you'll be fine, right?" They were in a place that seemed to get nothing but darker and darker. "Yes... I'll be fine, Honey. Don't worry about me." He coughed up, trying his best to cover everything up.

"How am I supposed to not worry about you when you're in this state?! Trey, you need to start thinking of yourself already!" Honey yelled, droplets of water from her eyes staining the face of the tired male laying on her lap.

But that doesn't mean that we never saw them.

With a bit of his last strength, Trey pointed at a line of light at a distance. "Get yourself over there... I'll rest for a bit." Trey weakly said, smiling.

"Are you sure you're going to be okay?" Honey looked at the light, then to Trey. "I am." With that, Trey sat up, then continued, "Go. I'll be going back home. I think you know where I live, yea? In that case, first door to the left. I'll be waiting for you."

Eventually, new stars will grow,

She picked herself up from the ground, taking one last look at Trey, who was giving her a warm smile, then ran towards the light. As she got closer to the light, the night sky in her mind seemed to slip away, and all she could think of was him. Was he okay? Would he be fine? She kept thinking, "If I get into the light Trey pointed at, would he be okay?"

And then she entered through that bright portal.

But it isn't the same as the stars we had seen.

And she was back in her own world. She was in her room again.

Everything was back to normal. Does that mean... He was actually waiting for her in his home? Honey dashed out the door. She was still worried sick for him. Trey didn't seem so well when they parted... So was he really going to be okay?

Although stars are stars...

Honey knocked on Trey's door a few times, waiting for an answer that never came. "Did he not make it through yet?" She wondered, standing in front of the home.

"There's a key to my house hidden by the lamps. It's not like anyone's going to drop by anyway."

His words played in her mind. Honey walked over to the lamp near his house, then started searching until she eventually found a key.

"First door to the left."

Yet another set of his words rang in her mind as she let herself in.

Honey took a deep breath before opening the door to the room Trey had mentioned, only to find it empty. A desk, a few documents, shelves of books, and no sign of Trey.

"Huh? What's this?" Honey noticed a rectangular, black device with buttons. "A recorder?" She questioned, taking the device in her hand.

Curiosity had gotten the best of her, and she clicked the start button. The tapes inside started playing, and with no mistake, it was his voice.

"Hello? This thing is working. Okay." "Hello. To whoever's listening to this, welcome to my home. Secondly, if you're listening to this, know that I am well dead. As I am recording this, I am planning out where I want to go after this. If you're someone I know, I'm sorry you had to find out this way. There really isn't much left for me to say, because I don't know too much people---"

The voices started becoming harder and harder to hear, until only one final thing was heard before it stopped working. "Good-ye, see -ou."

Ah.

He wasn't coming. He had assumed that she had found out already, didn't he? No, he didn't. He wouldn't. He home that he had described earlier... It wasn't this home at all, was it?

It was a home where all was peaceful. One where 'darkness', as a phrase in hearts, didn't exist. One where not everyone could go to. One that he built by himself, one that she once lived in.

His own world.

They would just never be the same as the old ones.

A world where he would gaze at broken stars alone again.

@honey-milk-depresso :)

#raixtt: brewing #twst trey #trey clover #twst #twisted wonderland #twst imagines #honerey

[gnattyplayssims]

1955 Pt1 - Reunion

"Bro this place is a mess! When was the last time you did the laundry?"

"Uh...I don't remember."

"Seriously how are we even friends?"

"Cause I'm clingy?"

"Something like that. Can you believe we're about to be YA's"

"Finally! Feels like we've been stuck as teens!"

"How are you so good at this!?"

"It takes practice. My dad's a Master and he used to take me all the time when I was younger."

"I think I'll stick to cows and chickens."

"How are things out in the Bramblewood? You ask Pen out yet or are you still planning your perfect moment?"

"Whatever man these things take time to get em right. What about your aunt and uncle how are the twins?"

"They're fine. They're not babies anymore. I think my uncle already misses the infant stage."

"Ha I can't wait to have some of my own."

"You have to ask Penelope out first"

"Yeah yeah! We all know you don't like kids."

"It's not that I don't like them, I just...I don't know I'm different. I don't think I'll ever settle down like you and Nik will. Kids are fine but marriage? I don't think it's for me."

"If you say so. Hey I'm sick of fishing."

"My mom called this morning...Sofia's coming home. I guess I have a niece now."

"I hope she's not as much trouble as the twins. I can't believe your aunts having another set!"

"Do you think it'll be okay for her in Copperdale...if he's still there?"

"I'm sure it'll be fine!"

The trees were in full bloom as Sofia and Jamal arrived in Copperdale. Ava was in awe of all the green!

Anabelle ran down the stairs when they arrived, tears in her eyes "I can't believe you're home!" She went in for a hug but Sofia pulled back. "Oh right um...this must be Ava!"

Ava glared up at the strange woman and withdrew as her grandmother came down to embrace her. "It's okay sweetie, I'm your grandma."

"NO! No hugs!"

"MOM! Don't force her! You're scaring her!"

Ava was crying and hid behind Jamal who patted her head comfortingly.

Sofia introduced her "boyfriend" and no one noticed when Ava toddled away

"Where's Ava!? She was just here! Jamal?!"

"Hey relax, she's in a safe place, I'm sure she just went in another room."

"She's probably in the living room giving your father a hard time."

Ava had gone through the door and got lost. "Hey there little one."

"No hugs!"

Kye laughed, "Okay no hugs. I'm grampa what's your name?"

"Ava."

"Ava, that's a very pretty name for a very pretty young lady"

Ava quickly warmed to her grampa's kind words and gave a little wave.

Ava liked to talk and Hezekiah was amused by her barely understandable babble. "Why you chair wheels?"

"Because my legs don't work like yours do. I need a chair with wheels so I can move around. You walk and I roll."

"Walk and roll!"

"Yep and soon I bet you'll be running."

A song came on and Ava brightened and clapped her hands. "You want to come up here and listen?" Ava nodded and Kye pulled her onto his lap.

"I found her. I told you she just went through the door."

"Ah there's your mommy. Why don't you go see what gramma has in the kitchen."

As soon as Jamal and Anabelle left the room, Hezekiah's face fell. "She's beautiful, Sofie. I was so scared for you and I took that fear out on you. I knew you'd be an amazing mother and I should have said that instead."

"Dad."

"I'm so sorry baby girl!"

"It's okay now."’

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine! I just want to move on. With you."

"So this is your room?"

"What gave it away?"

He pulled a book from the shelf. "Do you have the Chronicles of Rodiek?"

"I have it somewhere."

"I'd like to read it to Ava sometime."

"Oh I'll defintely look."

After a long night of pretending that everything in Oasis Springs was perfect, it was time for bed. "I thought I saw the light on in here."

"I had a nightmare. Thought I might look for that book."

"Any luck."

"No. Maybe in a box somewhere. I'll find it."

"I know you will."

"But now that you're here, maybe I found another distraction."

She brushed her thumb over his lip. "Don't do that, Baby. You know I'm trying to control myself."

"I don't want you to control yourself anymore."

"I need to. That was the whole point of coming here."

She traced his jaw and his fingers traced the pulse point in her wrist. Her lips met his and he drew her closer. "You're cruel you know that?"

"It's not cruel if you let me satisfy you this time."

He moaned against her mouth, "Don't put this on me. I'm trying to give us space."

"I don't want space anymore. I don't want anything between us." She pulled at this belt but he pulled her hands away even as he pinned her to the wall.

"I have to go back."

"Then give me something to remember while you're gone." He groaned desperately against her mouth.

She pulled free of him and he leaned against the wall as she draped her legs around him, climbing higher until he'd had enough. She gasped as his mouth moved down her neck hungrily, sucking just enough that she couldn't contain her pleasure but without marking her as Don had.

"Okay that's enough." He pushed her off breathing heavily and turned back toward the door.

She wrapped her arms around him. "Don't go." She gave him a fleeting kiss on the mouth, moving to his cheek and pressing his hand against the place of her need. "Please, Jam."

He allowed her to pull him back and slide the door closed behind him, the darkness of the closet closing in around them. She pressed him back against the wall unfastening his pants. By the time her hand closed around him he knew he was done for. Don had trained her well.

1955 Pt2 - A Lavendar Field

#mizrahi legacy #dandy generation #decades challenge #sims 4 storytelling #ts4 storytelling #ts4 legacy

[echantedtoon]

Kiddo Week Day 1 Prelude/Crash

(Hat Kid's journal entries before, during, and after landing on the planet explaining my headcannon backstory for her. Warning: Character death implied.)

"Day 1...

Hello new journal! I'm not sure what else to write in this since this is my first time writing in this. Mother's bookstore friend gave it to me while I'm staying with her to pass the time away while Mother's being taken care of at the weird white building. She says I shouldn't worry as the Doctor's making sure everything goes alright. I hope Mother returns soon, I don't really like all the green looking veggies Mother's friend makes me eat. But the doctor said she's sick so it'll take a while for her to get better."

'Day 2...

Every day is so boooooring! There's nothing to do around Mother's bookstore! She's had it forever and always works here with her friends. Mother's friend suggested I read a whole bunch of picture books but all of them are boring too! It's a lot more fun swinging on the chandeliers with the umbrella Grandpa Tim made me but Mother's friend only scolded me and took it so 'I wouldn't break anything'! This stinks worse than the green veggies!!"

"Day 3...

Today I found the old Blueprints I made with Grandpa Tim a loooong time ago! He said he would make me a spaceship just for me and one day I could go traveling the solar system like he did! I miss him he was really cool! He ran this BIG company and everyone called him the 'CEO of Time' or 'Third Eye' because of his extra eye. Some kids think he's weird but he's really smart and cool! Mother and him don't get along too much. They had a big fight when he said when his time went it would be my time to handle our family's treasured 'pieces'. This part is in qoutes because he made it sound like that. Mother made me leave when they argue but since I'm sneaky I listened anyways. She doesn't want me to travel space or take over Grandpa Tim's 'treasure pieces' and said I should have a normal life like she chose too. Which isn't fair and BBBBBOOOOORRRRING!! I don't wanna become a cranky old librarian. Traveling through space with treasure sounds much more exciting....I wonder if I can find where he hid the treasure if I follow the map on the back of the blueprints?? I haven't seen Grandpa Tim in a long time. One day Mother had her friend 'babysit' while she went out to see him in a weird black dress. (I can take care of myself!) She says she'll tell me when 'I'm Older'. What does that even mean? Anyways, I'll hide the map for now. I finally have an adventure! But first I have to get my umbrella back from the 'your grounded' area."

"Day 4...

I know this says 'Day 4' but I really haven't been writing in this journal too often. Too busy planning on busting out and seeing where this mysterious map leads too, and waiting for Mother to come back to get me. Which is why I'm writing now. Mother's Friend said that I'm going to be staying with her for a while now. Is Mother missing? I asked but she told me she'd tell me 'When I'm Older.' What is with THAT?! Also something weirder happened. These weird guys from Grandpa Tim's old company came to Mother's Bookstore to talk to me. They were looking for something Grandpa had called 'time pieces'. The heck was that? I don't know but something is telling me to follow that map soon. I've located where my umbrella and hat are. It's only a matter of time before I go see what's at the end of the map. I can't take any more broccoli."

"Day 5...

It's been almost three days since I snuck out. My umbrella and hat were easy to get since Mother's friend hit them on top of the fridge. As if that'll stop me! And I finally found out where the map leads! MY SHIP!! At first I thought it was just gonna be some dumb boring old stuff like checkers or something. But the map lead me to this old shed looking place outside town and there it was inside! As I'm writing this I'm inside the ship's control room. And I think I found out what these 'time piece' things are. There was this BIG vault and I was sure the treasure would be in there and these was hundreds of these shiny hourglasses inside. It must've been the 'treasure' Grandpa Tim always told me about. But why did he put them inside my ship?? Was he trying to give them to me without Mother knowing?? I found out they are called time pieces because that's what the computer calls them so it must be true! And that means the pretty things are mine!...But they're kinda weird too?? But in a familiar way?? When I held one it was like holding a piece of me...If that makes sense. I can't write it down because I don't like writing a lot, and because it's hard to describe. But I just...KNOW they're meant to be mine. Like they're connected to me somehow. Anyways, there's a whole lot of buttons on the control panel. I wonder what would happen if I press the launch button?"

"Day 6..

I think I messed up...I ended up pressing the button ON ACCIDENT and suddenly the entire ship launched into space. And...I think I'm lost. I fell asleep when the ship shook really badly and now I'm awake. And now I can't figure out where I am.....BUT THIS IS ALSO GREAT!! I'M FINALLY ON AN ADVENTURE LIKE I WANTED!! SPACE IS SO PRETTY!!....But I think I better go home first and tell Mother. If I don't she's going to worry when I'm gone, and I don't like it when she's upset. I found a Guide Manual so maybe this'll help me. I really don't like reading, but I think I don't have any other choice."

"Day 7...

That was easier than I expected! Grandpa Tim must've made this computer operating thing easy for me! I'll thank him when I get back too! According to my computer it's gonna take a long time to get back. In the mean time I'm gonna start exploring the ship! There's so many rooms and stuff to see! Did Grandpa Tim leave all this stuff for me??? Oh well. It's mine now."

"Day 8???

It's been really nice! I put question marks because I don't know how many days I've been gone now, but my computer says I'm almost half way there so it's ok! I made a pillow fort in the giant pillow mountain to hide in. And I looked more at those shiny time pieces, but something weird happened. I accidentally broke it but it was NOT my fault! How was I supposed to know it was breakable?! ...But I know how to fix them and use them too. It's funny because I've only had them for a little while but it feels like they've always been a part of my life and I know exactly how to use them! Crazy right? I must be a magic genius or something. There's also this nagging feeling telling me things. I think Mother said it's called your conscious when it tells you something's bad or good? Or maybe it's my gut feelings? I don't know, but it says I need to keep these things safe now. Which I'm gonna do anyways because these are MINE now after all."

"Day 8.5???

I found a weird robot building kit in the attic and decided to build him. It's gonna be cool having a cool robot pet! I think I'll call him Rumbi. The picture of him on the box is cute. I wonder if he'll be just as cute after I build him?"

"Day 9???

Well this is just great! I get half way there and now Im stuck on a random planet because some dumb guy broke my ship's door! And now all my time pieces are gone! I need them to magically?? power my ship or else I'll never get home! ...But I've never been on another planet before. This might be fun to explore! I'm gonna use another journal I found to write about what I find. Why? Because I can!"

"Day 10???

I met someone while in Mafia Town again! And not like that double crosser Mustache Girl. Her name's Bow and she's really fun to hang out with! She was being held hostage by these dumb Mafia so I beat them away with my umbrella! I think she's the only person I've met so far who hasn't double crossed me yet. She says she's from somewhere called Nyakuza Metro?? Sounds fancy. Anyways, I don't think she has anyone here to help her. In that case she can come with me and I'll keep her safe. I think I saw an extra umbrella in my spaceship too. I can show her how to use it!....This might be the first friend I ever had!"

"Day 11???

Bow gets along great with Mr. Grooves. I think he's really nice too! She's almost as good as I am when I use my umbrella. She told me more about her old home. She ran away too to find adventure but she used to love in something called an "Orphaned Kitten Home"?? I guess that means she doesn't have any Mother or Grandpa Tim of her own, but that's ok! She's my friend now so she can have my Mother and Grandpa Tim as well. I'm sure they won't mind!"

"Day 12???

Today we met some weird people. Really nice but really weird. That bell took us to some real weird place filled with ghosts and we met a new friend! His name's Timmy! And he can do magic like some wizard! And there was this witch! A REAL WITCH! ...But she didn't have green skin or black cats. What gives? Maybe witches are different on this planet. There was a time piece here too, a ghost gave it too us! He looked really scary but he was a lot nicer than that Jerk Snatcher. The Witch even teleported us back to the mountains. She's the nicest witch I ever met."

"Day 13???

I know it was a long time since I wrote something but I finally did it! All the time pieces are recovered and my ship's at full power! I can finally go home! And Bow's excited too! It's gonna be cool to have someone to hang out with! ....But it's gonna be sad to not see anyone again. I tried taking off but the emergency break stopped us because something was outside the ship causing a disturbance. And everyone was hanging on asking me to stay...I didn't want to do it, but I pushed them off. I'm sure they're ok...But I gotta go home. Mother and Grandpa Tim are waiting for me. And I promised Bow she could meet them! We're almost there anyways! Maybe one day Ill come back and see everyone again."

"Day Unknown???

I don't know what to do anymore. Something really bad happened when we got home. I should've been happy but I wasn't I was...Scared. I didn't know why until we tried landing. Something was telling me not to land but I did anyways. I should've listened to my gut. Someone tried to get into my ship! There was guys from Grandpa Tim's old time company and demanding I hand over the time pieces! NO WAY!! Not after I worked so hard to get them back! It was like Mustache Girl all over again but more scarier. Bow was scared too. I ended up pressing the launch button again and knocking them off the ship. I don't know what to do now or where to go, but my gut is telling me to stay away from the planet. I guess I don't have a home there anymore...And I have a feeling Grandpa Tim and Mother are gone too. At least I have Bow and my trusty ship and Rumbi! And the time pieces are all safe! I'll write again when I feel like it. For now we're gonna see if my TV works."

"Day Unknown???

We're doing ok..Better than I thought. I was showing Bow my cool collection of Rift Books! Apparently they appear where ever a time rift appears and depending on the surroundings makes a cool picture book about it's past! Pretty neat! Some are sad but most of them are really cool to look at. Snatcher's is really really sad though."

"Day Unknown???

How could I not notice before?! I thought I got all my time pieces but according to my log book there was more missing! I must've not gotten them all from the planet when that mafia guy and Mustache Girl made them all fall from my ship! ...TWICE!! I'm installing a giant new security lock on my vault and heading back to get them! ....I wonder if they'll still be happy to see me again? I might visit them again. After I get those time pieces."

"Day Unknown???

Today I found this hourglass in the attic. It's not a time piece but it's not just a regular hourglass either. According to the instructions this is a memory replaying device of some kind. COOL!! I'm still deciding what to do with it....But I have an idea."

"Day 14?.....Im just gonna say 14 and start from here.

A lot has happened since we got back. I found out Conductor has grandkids and they're all cute and very fuzzy with their feathers! ...But I still wonder what kind of bird they are if they are birds? And I got all my time pieces back! I had to sink a ship and visit the metro to get them though. YIKES!! Now I know why Bow left! They're all thieves and crooks! And that Empress is scary as PECK! But on the bright side now I can explore more of the planet and visit everyone! I can't wait to see Cookie and Mr. Grooves and Timmy again! I just hope I don't run into Mustache Girl. Speaking of seeing people, Bow said Snatcher tried to haunt my ship. I wonder where he was on the cruise?? I didn't see him on the boat, and I tried to visit him but every time I went to his woods he wasn't there?? Like whaaaat? Ghosts can turn invisible so was he invisible? Is he playing a game of hide and seek? I thought he wanted to see us? Oh well. We're gonna see Mr. Grooves tomorrow anyways! He says he wants to show us Cookie's new movie! I'm so excited!"

#kiddo week #ahit hat kid #a hat in time

[ladygadfly]

TROS Rey Parentage Theory

What if Rey is the granddaughter/clone of Palpatine? Rey is a good person by nature, but there’s been hints of a more dark side nature showing through. Could that be a sign she’s got some connection to a dark side force user?

If she’s a clone her parents could literally be nobody. It could also be why the mirror cave showed her endless versions of herself. If she’s his granddaughter it would explain why her parents were never important, since it’s never indicated that Palpatine had any family, or at east none that he cared about. 

I do genuinely think that Ben was telling Rey the truth about what he saw of her parents. It’s important to note that although Ben says “you come from nothing”, Rey is the one who says “they were nobody” first. She knows in her heart that her parents were trash who abandoned her and are never coming back, has always known, but made herself believe that they were going to come back for her to stop herself from going mad with loneliness. I think that was one of the most emotionally powerful moments in the sequel trilogy so far, personally, and for Ep IX to walk that back with a trite “lol, just kidding she’s actually a Solo/Skywalker” would be a terrible idea. 

This reveal would satisfy the fans that believe Rey needs to have some kind of relevant lineage in order to be so powerful, without making her a Skywalker by birth or by cloning her from Luke’s severed hand - which either way would make the Reylo hints so far very incestuous and uncomfortable, we don’t need any more accidental incest in the franchise please. Although with the reveal in the comics that Palpatine manipulated the force to get Shmi Skywalker pregnant with Anakin it is still sort or incesty...in a really confusing fake science kind of way...

Palpatine was in the prequel trilogy and original trilogy, but so far basically hasn’t been even mentioned in the sequel trilogy at all. So for him to be making an appearance in the final film of the Skywalker saga makes sense, but I can’t help but think there’s more to it that just some flashbacks of “yeah, this guy basically created Darth Vader”. I feel like there needs to be another twist to it. There’s a big theme of family and inheritance within the entire saga, and particularly the sequel trilogy. Just as Ben inherited his grandfather’s legacy, maybe Rey will inherit hers. 

It also makes narrative sense to me because Palpatine was the one who led Anakin to the dark side, so for his descendant to be the one who brings Ben back to the light has a nice full-circle kind of feel to it. Rey can be the one to break the cycle of death and destruction that Palpatine started. 

#star wars episode ix #star wars episode ix the rise of skywalker #the rise of skywalker #tros #fully expecting to get roasted for this but I don't even care any more #this is just an idea dump I don't have the mental energy to write a full blown meta #if reysky turns out to be canon then boy will my face be red #but first it'll be green because I'll be sick

[leonicscorpio]

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

[chaotic-archaeologist]

Do you have any advice for how to feel more confident about your grad school applications? Although life complications mean I won't be able to apply again for an unknown period of time, I'm trying to plan ahead better than I did at peak pandemic depression but every time I try I just remember that I became physically sick with anxiety trying to do them last time, and I don't think it'll be easier after I've been out of school for maybe years and have the memory of being rejected.

Hey there, my dirtling. I'm sorry that I didn't get to this sooner. Your stress is totally understandable-- applying to grad school is stressful and scary! I'll begin my advice with the caveat that I've only gone through one round of applications, and have yet to hear back on whether or not I've gotten in. I can also only give advice with what works for my brain, and it may not work for you.

Applications generally have a lot of components and it can be super daunting to try to think of completing all of them at once. For me, what worked was making a spreadsheet that functioned as a to do list. Tasks started off red, and then I changed them to yellow and green as I worked towards completing them.

NHere's an example of the spreadsheet that I used. It's in jpeg form because tumblr is awful, but it should be fairly easy for you to recreate in Excel or Google Sheets. You'll probably have to customize some of the tasks because each application is different, but it's a good start.

Now let's talk about rejection. Grad school is very competitive, and there are so many qualified people and so few spots. Getting in is sometimes contingent on whether the professor you want to study with is taking students that year, whether they have funding for you, the size of the cohort that they're admitting, etc. Most people don't get accepted in their first round of applications, so don't take it personally.

Use this rejection as a learning experience. You can reach out to the program you applied to and ask what you can do to strengthen your application for next time. You might ask a professor/mentor to look over your personal and academic statements and make suggestions.

But if there's one thing that I want you to take away from this post, it's that you must be kind to yourself. Your self worth is not determined by whether or not you get into a grad program. I know that rejection sucks, but I promise that it's not insurmountable. Focus on taking care of yourself and developing as a person, and the rest will follow.

-Reid

#he speaks #he answers #academic advice #grad school #applying to grad school

[imagineabrighterworld]

A/N: I fought tooth and nail for this prompt so I hope you like it anon 👀

—

Dabi had left the Nightscape for several reasons.

For better scenery, for less screaming, for.. for a third reason, and to escape his crazy as fuck ex girlfriend who never seemed to get the point that they were done. She was a phase, she wasn’t the endgame.

Did she get that as he tossed her ass out of his apartment? No, she just came back with a lighter to set his home ablaze. But the woman didn't realize he controlled flames as easily as he did breathing.

So he left. He packed a few things, clothes and whatever currency the humans were using nowadays and went up to the world beyond. His father was one of the lords of the Nightscape, but he didn't need to worry about slipping past him, Dabi was thought to be dead for ages.

More like “Touya” had been dead for ages, but that was a clusterfuck of different issues he didn't care to unfold.

Living above ground had added perks beyond escaping a crazy ex and not being surrounded by shades and wraiths on the daily. He could take on the form of a true human, not the horned and fanged form he usually wore. His tail was gone, and his scars and staples were replaced with tattoos and piercings, but he grew used to his new form very quickly.

In the human world, humans had long since developed quirks, so his flames were not an oddity. He was thankful for them when he was questioned about how he got his scars, scars that would occasionally show through his glamour. It was an easy answer, his body couldn't handle his “quirk”. People gave him sad eyes and let him go.

Easy.

What he did struggle with was the occasional demon hunter nearly tracking him down, but he always managed to turn their eye the other way. Was it testing the line choosing to live so close to a school that trained demon hunters? Yes, but he was always good at magic, a simple glamour always did the trick.

When he scored a job at a coffee shop, he was pleased to see it was a simple transaction kind of job. No one would be able to ask him why his eyes were constantly rivaling the blue of his flames or why a phantom tail would lash out and occasionally spill the row of cups behind him.

He pegged it as a ghost haunting the shop, and so it became a little inside joke within the workers ranks and some of the shop's patrons.

Opening on a rainy Wednesday, he looks around the room before lighting the candles at the tables with a flame on his pinkie finger. Setting up the tables and scooting in the chairs, he walks back to the counter and sets up the machines when the door rings, signalling someone had entered.

“Welcome.” He rolls out in a soft purr, a habit from years of toying with his playthings as an incubus. Eventually he would get rid of the habit. “What can I get for you today?” He turns around.

You were soaking wet with a satchel above your head, you were shivering and looking at the coffee machines as if they were god sent.

You looked adorable.

He leans on the counter with a growing smile. “Wet out there isn't it?”

Your gaze snaps to him. Your eyes were a soft mahogany color, reminding him of a tree. It wasn't the most romantic thing he could come up with, but trees were also very rare to find in the Nightscape, so he supposed it was based on your point of view. “C-Coffee. Please.”

“Sure thing babe, what kind?”

“A mocha cappuccino with three shots of espresso.”

He quirks a brow as he types in your order. “Three?”

“I usually get five but my doctor told me I need to cut down.”

“How about you aim for two?”

“I don't think I’d survive that loss sir.”

He chuckles. “Sir?” He asks as he tells you the price of your drink, accepting your soggy wad of cash and giving you your change once the transaction was complete. “Well madam, your drink will be out shortly, take some napkins to dry up, they’re by the sugar.”

He spots a small blush on your face as you go to the condiments counter. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” He prepares your drink as he hears you pluck a plethora of napkins out of their container. Small curses are all he hears as you open your bag, he hears the clicking of latches and the zipping of zippers. You scuttle past the counter and stop in front of the register again.

“Do you have a bathroom? My bag is drenched..”

He brings you your drink and tilts his head as he debates your question. A bathroom wouldn't solve the water issue, you just thought it would.

Dabi places your drink on the counter and holds his hand out. “I can dry your bag.”

You smile, adjusting your glasses in the mean time. “You have a wind quirk?”

“I'm not a blowdryer.” He grins. “But I can still dry it for you.”

You debate his words, looking down at your soggy satchel that was only getting worse as time passed. You hand him the bag with an accepting sigh. “Please.”

He takes your bag and lights his hands on fire. You nearly scream before he speaks up. “I can control my fire, this one won’t burn anything, it's just warm.”

“Oh.” You shut your mouth with a sheepish bow of your head. “Sorry.”

“It's alright.” He turns the bag in his hold, looking at the patches and bad attempts at embroidery on its edges. It was cute. The sad little attempts seemed to get better as they reached the top, which led him to believe this was your first attempt at embroidery.

What would you do if he had burnt it to ash?

His flames were highly destructive, and sometimes even he couldn't handle them.

Maybe he was being risky to test his powers like this. It had been ages since he last used his flames for something more than lighting a silly candle or a cigarette.

“So..”

Oh right, you were still there.

He looks at you and rotates the bag in his hold. “Yes?”

“Is it always this empty?”

“Only when you're here.” He winks.

“Rude.”

“Rude, sir.”

You laugh, and from that point on he's hooked to the sound.

-

Dabi used to like his job, now it was turning into something akin to gratitude. It allowed him to see you on most days.

He had learned quite a few things about you ever since that rainy day.

You were a teacher in training, specifically the nearby high school. You were aiming for Shiketsu and had a foot in the door with the vice principal taking notice of you during their mock trials. He didn't peg you for a demon hunter, but everyone had a hidden side to them. Hah. You had two pet birds named Sweet Pea and Darlington, you had a snake named Petra and were looking into getting a newt.

You loved coffee but hated it black, it needed sugar or chocolate of some kind because you couldn't stand bitter food. You loved spicy food even if you couldn't tolerate it, and you adored sour candies.

While you looked book smart, you were also street smart, and he was beginning to believe you might be vying for a spot as a demon slayer teacher. He just didn't know what your quirk was yet.

“Hey Dabi.” You chime in unison with the doorbell as you walk inside, this time with an umbrella to keep yourself out of the rain.

He leans on the counter with a grin. “Hey babe. What is it today? The usual?”

“Just a shot of espresso this time.”

He narrows his eyes. “Are you sick?”

“Nope.” You fold your arms behind your back, rocking back and forth on your heels with a huge smile on your face. “I got news.”

“Do tell.” He says as he starts preparing your shot.

“I got the job!” You squeal in excitement, arms coming out of hiding so you can clasp them in front of you. “Starting in the spring I’m going to be the new first year homeroom teacher!”

He genuinely smiles. So you wanted to ruin your happiness with a shot of liquid bitter? He didn't understand you sometimes.  “I thought your celebration drink would be a sakura latte, not a shot of espresso.”

You wave your hand dismissively, already removing your wallet from your pocket. “I'll come back for one.”

“Two visits in one day? Is that a gift for you or for me?” He chuckles and hands you your espresso, taking your yen and entering it into the register.

You adjust the glasses on your face. "I figured I would grace your presence because you've been so humble as to fuel my caffeine addiction."

"It's my duty to make sure you don't kill some other sorry bastard with a coffee maker."

Your eyes flash green for a split second, and in that moment he has to keep from reeling back. Did he really see that?

The cups behind him tumble to the ground.

His tail had appeared in his brief moment of shock.  

You cock your head to the side. "What happened?"

He kneels and collects the cups. "The shop's ghost. Don't mind it."

"I thought I saw a-"

"How about I give you the latte now? On me." He interrupts you mid sentence, standing up with the cups in his arms.

The blush on your face was one of his favorite sights in the human world.

"You don't have to Dabi."

"It's just a drink." He waves you along to one of the booths. "Sit, it'll be ready soon."

You take your shot of espresso and go to the booth he had motioned you to.

The way you scrunched your nose in disgust as you drank your shot was also one of his new favorite sights.

Maybe it was just you.

--

After you had gotten your job at Shiketsu, you were around every morning to prepare for the day. Sometimes you would come by for lunch, unfortunately he clocked out on those days, but sometimes he would make sure he was in the area just to catch you off-guard. Those days he spent his lunch with you, and you got to tell him stories about your students.

It was one of your lunch breaks when hell came to toll.

His eyes were trained on you as you spoke, you were talking about a girl who wielded fire similar to him when the bell of the cafe rang.

The sound resonated through him, and in that moment he knew who was at the door.

What was at the door.

His glamour of his new human form nearly drops as he hears a woman's voice ask from the counter of the cafe.

“Is Dabi here?” She croons in a sickly sweet voice he hadn't heard in nearly a year. He doesn't hear his coworkers' response but he feels the air fill with the flowery scent of her. He grits his teeth to keep his fangs from showing through as he hears her heels click against the ground.

You had stopped your explanation and looked behind him, adjusting your glasses as you did so. “You're looking for Dabi?”

“I am, what a sweet peach you've got here Dabi~ I didn't know you still had it in you to snag such a cutie, your charms must still be working even in this sad form.” He feels her hand on his shoulder, her fingernails drumming along the stitching of his jacket. “Did you catch her, or did she come crawling to you?”

He knows he has to speak up, before she says another word, but his fangs were already piercing the inside of his lip as his glamour slipped.

He looks at you with the most apologetic gaze he can muster. Grabbing his coffee, he lifts it to his mouth to hide his fangs and he speaks. “Excuse me.” He stands up and slams the cup on the table, grabbing the wrist of the woman behind him and dragging her out of the shop and into the closest alleyway.

He slams her against the wall with her arm pinned above her head. His glamour drops completely, his scars and horns bared for the world to see as he growls with rage. “You!”

The succubus in front of him smiles coyly, dragging a finger across his scars and the staples holding his mouth together. “Aren't you happy to see me? To see one of your own again?”

“No. What do you want?”

She plays at pulling on one of the staples but is stopped as he pins her other hand up as well. The succubus sighs and turns her head, “I come see you and all I get is this. And seeing you with a little human.” She peers at him with violet eyes. “Don't tell me you've gone soft Dabi. She’s human, she’ll die just like a human too.”

He hadn't let that thought slip into his mind and wasn't planning on starting to. He tightens his grip on her wrists. “We broke up, I made that clear.” A feral grin forms on his face, pulling at the staples on his face. “I told you, if you try me again, I’ll kill you.”

“I heard you had a human now. We all heard.” She whispers, her eyes glowing in the dark of the alley. “They know Dabi.”

His grip falters.

Shit.

Shit. Shit Shit-

He lets go of her wrists and he paces in the alleyway, flames licking at his face as his emotions spiralled.

“They need your power, but you’re squandering it here with a girl who will die before you know it. While you're full of youth, she will be an old crone with nothing but a coffin awaiting her.” She didn't sound bothered at all as she rubs her wrists. “Honestly Dabi, you were the one that taught me never to fall for a human. They’re too brittle, their life essence too weak.”

He did teach her. He taught her to keep her heart shut and to leave it open only for him. He taught her a little too well, as she now believed she had rights to him.

But he never taught himself as well as he did her.

He fell for you bad, and you were mortal.

“Anyway, I was told one of two things. Either bring you back with me, or expose you so you have no other choice but to return.”

He looks back at her, his rage quelled only by the dread that was now spiralling in him. “You will do no such thing!” He roars, his flames igniting and setting him ablaze. “If you dare go near her-”

The succubus’s body transforms into mist starting from her feet then rising to her waist. She puts a finger to her lips. “I’ll be back in three days. If you don't do it, I will.”

She was gone. Leaving him alone in the alley with nothing but flames that wouldn't stop burning.

-

Dabi spent the next two days trying to find ways to tell you, but with each scenario came the same question.

What would you do if you knew he was a demon? You worked at a school that trained demon slayers- what other option for you would there be if not to turn him in? It was your duty to turn in any demon that showed up at your door, and here you were having coffee with him.

He couldn't do it.

On the third day, it was raining, just like the day he met you.

He hated the mist that had surrounded the shop, reminding him of the succubus and her promise.

Three days.

He had to tell you.

But why was it so damn hard to do? He used to be cold and calculated, having his fun toying with human emotions and killing without regret. He had no empathy, no sympathy for the lives he ruined.

But you were kind. So incredibly kind.

He rests his head on the counter as the door opens. He scents you in the air before you even step through, the smell of milk and honey wafting in the air as you approach the counter.

He had to tell you.

“Morning Dabi!” You cheer as you fold up your umbrella. “A mocha cappuccino with two shots of espresso please!”

He looks up and smiles crookedly. “Finally down to two?”

“I figured I would finally listen to you.”

“That's my girl.” He chuckles as he grabs a cup and prepares your drink. His hands were shaking, but he knew what he had to do.

When your drink was ready and paid for, Dabi keeps his hand on the cup as you take it from him, your hand overlapping his. You look at him with curious eyes behind your wide rimmed glasses. “Dabi? What’s wrong?”

“If I told you I was a bad man, what would you do?”

You narrow your eyes, but keep your hand over his. “Stealing a croissant from the place you work at isn't evil Dabi-”

“Not that.” He laughs but it's noticeably strained. “Not that.” He looks you in the eyes, greedily taking in the sight of you, for perhaps the last time. “What if I told you I was a bad man, who did horrible things. Whose caused terrible things.”

Your hand tightens around his, he feels the tremors in your body before you still.

“I would tell you I know better than to judge you for what you've done, and tell you that I judge you for who you are now. Does that forgive you of what you've done or what you've caused? No. But I judge what I see. And I see a good man.”

He lets out a shaky breath as his glamor drops, revealing his true form of scars and fangs and horns. His flames curl around him as he whispers. “What if I'm not a man?”

You jump back, hands flying to your glasses before they could tumble off of your face. You stare at him with your jaw hanging.

He looks at the coffee still in his grasp. At the scars covering his body.

He knew it.

He puts down the cup.

He knew it.

Clapping comes from the corner of the room where the succubus has taken form, her body still halfway between corporal and mist. She smiles, showing off her sharpened canines. “Bravo Dabi, I almost thought I’d have to do it myself.”

You shut your mouth and look at the succubus. “You're from before-”

“I am.” She purrs. “And I’m here to take Dabi home. Shigaraki will be happy to see his lieutenant again.”

Dabi burns away his apron, leaving him in his normal attire, the stitches of his black coat catching his eye. Memories of your embroidered bag slip through his mind, though are soon flushed out entirely when he hears the shattering of tables as a high pitched shriek comes from the mist succubus.

He phases through the counter in a wall of heatless flame as he sees you covering your ears.

The shriek had destroyed the tables and windows turning them into scrap, and had shattered your glasses. Blood was running down your ears from between your hands.

He stands between you and the succubus, his arms lit with powerful blue flames. “This wasn't part of the deal!”

“Not our deal. Shigaraki doesn't want you to have any temptations for returning to the human world. We need your girl gone for good.” She grins fiendishly. “She will never grow old, isn't that the best gift you could receive?”

“Dabi-” You call out from behind him.

“Stay back!” He yells at you. “Get out of here!” But he knew if you went into the rain outside, you would be done for. The succubus would be able to drown you where you stood.

Her body turns to pure water as she rushes at him. With her power boosted by the rain that washed in through the broken windows, all he could do was send wave after wave of fire to evaporate the water.

But what was evaporation if not mist?

He was fighting a losing battle as he backed up until he finally reached you. He covers you with his body as he puts up a wall of flame.

“I’m sorry.” He whispers to you as his flames are soon put out. “I’m sorry.”

You lift your hands to his face, eyes still closed, and pull him in, pressing your forehead against his.

“Don't be sorry for the things you can't control.” You whisper in return.

The succubus’s body turns corporal from the waist up. She coos. “How sweet, one last goodbye.”

You press a kiss to his lips.

“Don't open your eyes.” You murmur against his lips before letting go of his face and turning around to look at the succubus.

He closes his eyes, prepared to hear you scream in pain, prepared to hear your body drop to the ground.

But all he hears is the loud boom of thunder from outside and the crackle of rock breaking.

Rock?

He opens his eyes and sees you on your knees in front of a marble statue of the succubus.

His eyes widen as he sees you stand up. From the reflection of the marble, he can see your eyes flashing green.

“Did I ever tell you my mother was a demon?” You ask as you kneel and pick up your eyeglass frames from the floor. “She called herself Medusa. Silly, huh? My dad was human though, and well, as you know, they had me..” You turn around, your eyes now closed. “I guess you can say my quirk is having a very strange lineage.”

Dabi gets to his feet and runs at you, barreling into you with his arms swiftly wrapping around you.

You return the hug, your face nuzzled into his chest.

“So.. you're not mortal?” He says quietly, as if the good luck that had been shone upon the both of you would wither out.

“I'm not. It's my hundred and twenty-fourth this year.” You look up from his hold, he could see the faint glow of green from under your eyelashes. “Will you be there?”

He tightens his hold and presses his lips against yours.

“As if I'd ever leave.”

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𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓲𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓲 ❁ 𝓫𝓾𝓬𝓴𝔂 𝓫𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓼

a/n: keep writing reader as the villain of the story, about time this man screws up • wordcount: 1.3k • warnings: kids, babies, parenthood, cheating, alcohol, bucky being an idiot, mentions of sex, blink and you'll miss it.

summary

going through rough years after losing your husband, you try to raise your daughter the best you can. With the help from the wilson's you make the best of it but the road is bumpy when sam introduces you to his friend.

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He shouldn't be here. He promised himself to never wake up in this bed again, ever and yet he finds himself sitting on the edge of the memory foam mattress, soft lilac blankets underneath his naked thighs. The smell of the room is familiar but it's not you, not Rosie, not JJ, not home.

He should've stayed home, told you he didn't need a boys night out because he deserved just that– for taking care of the kids while you were a mess, not available and not there when he needed you the most. Yes, he deserved that but maybe the pub his friends had dragged him too was not the right place to be. 

She worked there. She who he had ended things with weeks before meeting you. She with a head of brown curls bouncing around her face, bright green eyes through thick lashes and the cute little dimples in her cheeks whenever she smiled so bright, nose covered in freckles on a sun-kissed canvas and god, if only her personality matched her looks, he would have fought for this one the way he's fighting for you and his family.

God, he was in love back then, one of the firsts he saw a future with. Like a bunch of teenagers, making the eyes of his friends roll with the lovey-dovey behavior– looking back at it made Bucky cringe. The first six months were amazing before her attitude took a 180 and changed for the worse. Possessive, jealous, lowkey crazy.

He wished to never bump into his ex Melissa ever again.

But he did and with the beers coming, alcohol running through his veins and the lack of real intimacy made his mind foggy. The hugs, the cuddles and stolen kisses were not cutting it anymore, he missed you in all other ways and Melissa was there to fix it, like an angel with a halo above her head and rays of light casting from behind her – guiding him straight to what he desired most. 

He shouldn't have been here. Your relationship was taking the right turn, amazing, a do over, like the beginning. The acceptance letter to that nursing school you applied for and your weekly visits with your therapist did wonders for you. Giving bucky back the girl he so deeply fell in love with and he put it all on the line for some sex. Sex he would've gotten if he just had asked you and even then he didn't have a reason to complain. His 7 months old son asking all your attention and a jealous rosie hanging around your leg nearly every hour of the day– you had the right to fall asleep as soon as your head hit a pillow.

"You know what they say; once a cheater, always a cheater."

Bucky clenches his jaw and bites the inside of his cheek, nails digging half moons in the skin of his palms as his hands turn into fists– god, all the reason why he dumper her coming back up.

"I never cheated on you." He hisses through gritted teeth, back still turned to her. 

Melissa snorts "pretty sure you left me for that baby mama of yours." 

"We were long done before that," bucky spats back "for reasons. You being a pain in the ass being one of them." 

"That's not what you said last night." 

God, he didn't even call you or send a text. A shit excuse of staying with a friend for the night, too drunk to get home while he knew damn well he wasn't going home with them.

"I can ask her you know- ask her why she doesn't want to have sex with you anymore." 

Bucky nearly gives himself a whiplash with the force he turns his head around to meet with the green eyes of the half naked woman on the other side of the bed with a smug smile on her face. Playing with her phone in her hand. 

"Don't you fucking dare." 

"She has a right to know bucky." Melissa smiles wickedly "she has the right to know you slept with your ex." 

"I'll tell her myself." Bucky hisses again "I don't need you for that." 

"y/n, right?" Melissa quips, phone stills in her hand as she unlocks it with a swipe of her finger "I think I've seen her Instagram before– gotta say Barnes, the boy looks like you." 

"Melissa, I'm begging you." Bucky sighs "please, I'll tell her myself." 

I'll tell her myself– only if he believed that lie himself. 

A date night, some one on one, some time alone is all what was needed to fill the missing gaps in your relationship. Both kids off to spend the night with bucky his family; just you and him. 

Dinner at your favorite sushi bar before strolling through the city hand in hand, catching a movie the both of you were dying to see followed by a round of beer at the first bar you stumbled upon and right back home– a trail of clothes leading from the kitchen, too desperate. Hands on each other and whispered sweet little nothings. Skin to skin. Raw. Real. Perfect.

But his mind couldn't help and wander to last week; tangled up in his ex her arms under thin sheets in a familiar bed. Mind wandering back to that night, not because he couldn't get Melissa out if his head but the regret– he'd done the same thing tonight but with the real love of his life, the mother of his kid, his future wife but it eats him alive; you can do better than the lying man he is. He needs to tell the truth, it's the least you deserve but he can't. He can't lose what he has now, a future.

He wants that white picket fence outside of the city with a big garden for your babies to grow up in. He wants another mini him or mini you running around, maybe even two if life is that kind. He wants to be by your side through thick and thin, in sickness and health, the bad and the good. He wants to see you stroll down the aisle in that perfect dress. He wants to be a good father figure for rosie, the perfect father and perfect husband– he's put it all on the line for some bad sex with a woman he despised so much.

He can't but he needs to tell the truth. No lies.

The smell of sex is still stuck in the air and the rays of moonlight cast through the crack between the curtains, the sound of the city a background noise– his arm is asleep from where your head rests but bucky runs his hand through your hair and presses a kiss to the crown of your hair, taking in the warm fruity smell of your shampoo. Your naked body cuddles up to his, soft legs entangled with his and a soft and warm hand laying on his chest right near his heart.

you're asleep, have been for a while but he can't; his eyes on the ceiling, following the small cracks in the paint and the cobweb he missed earlier this week. 

Bucky once again finds himself preparing himself a.nd his stupid apology 'a drunken mistake' and 'it won't happen again' followed by a pathetic 'forgive me?' 

He hopes you're getting angry at him, call him names, cursing him, wishing you never met him, a big mistake– bucky simply cannot bear the thought of you crying over him, he doesn't deserve your tears, doesn't deserve you. But above all, he wishes things will turn out okay in the end; see you happy even if it means without him. You deserve that.

God, he needs to tell the truth. You'll find out one way or the other, if not from him it'll be Melissa herself. 

'Hey doll, we need to talk.'

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synopsis: Yn Ln is an environmentalist - Miyagi University’s very own campus ‘Green Thumb.’ One day Hinata Shōyō - who happens to be a close friend of Yn, invites them to come to one of his races. The only problem is that this race of his is… illegal. Follow the journey of Yn who has been sucked into the world of illegal street racing with one goal: to create an eco friendly race car!

wc: 1.3k

cw: reader has a panic attack and faints 

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1.6 Can We Be Friends?

‘Hey stranger. Been a while.’

How long has it been since you heard that voice? A month? Maybe two? Whatever it is, it has been a long time. You can not erase the memories of someone so important in such a short time, sure you can pretend to but your subconscious knows better. Maybe it was a mistake to push him out of your mind because now that he is in front of you everything comes back in an overwhelming wave of emotions. The good and the bad. You do not know what to feel - there is too much. Euphoria, a rush of happiness because he is finally back yet angst, he left you hurt and lonely. Wait. You stop your rampant thoughts, I’m with Kiyoko, you tell yourself, Oikawa was nothing more than a frien- a common stranger. 

‘Heard you’re with Karasuno’s pretty manager…’

‘Mm.’

‘Thats uh, that's good for you,’ he pauses to take in a sharp breath, ‘About that day… a month, 3 weeks and four days ago-’

‘You counted?’

He looks away from you, ‘yeah…’ his voice is shaky and quiet, and you wonder why he is so nervous. Is it you? No, no it cannot be- you shake these thoughts from your head and concentrate on the man in front of you.

‘I've uh, I've  missed being strangers with you.’

‘Yeah me too,’ he breathes out slowly, ‘If I'm completely honest- I'm uh... well. It's not that I'm not honest or that I find it hard to be honest or that I'm a liar. I'm not a liar, I promise. It's just that I uh, I just find it hard to find the right things to say and when I do it's just, it’s too late to say them or I'm too scared to say them or I can't will myself to say them. I’m a coward. Yeah a huge one- look I'm sorry! I'm really sorry for the way I acted, I took your care for granted and I uh should've heard you out. You're a good friend- no! Stranger! Yes. Stranger. You're a good stranger. I um…’ 

You look at him with a smile, ‘You’re rambling.’

‘Yeah, yeah I am. Sorry. I guess it's just what happens I- right. Basically, I want you bac- as a friend! No! As a stranger! Please come back to me? I miss your warmth and the comfort and solace that comes with a kind stranger-’

‘Me too.’ He looks at you with shock scribbled all over his face, ‘I've missed you too, Tooru. Maybe, just maybe…’

‘We can be friends?’

You giggle, and he follows suit. ‘Who knew we’d be in sync?’

‘Yeah that's weird, we only just reconnected y’know?’

‘I know right? Maybe it was meant to be?’ You say it jokingly but it idles in the back of your throat, you said it jokingly… right? 

He hums lightly, ‘I've done some soul searching this past month.’

‘Oh yeah? Have ya found anything?’

‘I think… But I'm not sure yet. I'm not sure when I'll know but I hope I can find a conclusion soon… Maybe, maybe you can help me? And give me some advice like you used to?’

‘As a friend it'll be my honour.’

Oikawa feels heat prick at his cheeks, ‘Not now’ he whispers to himself.

‘What was that?’

‘Maybe later? We can head over to the gas station and get a good ol’ vanilla bean frappe?’

‘Sounds perfect.’

‘Racers head over to the cockpit! The drag race begins in t minus fifteen minutes!’

‘Saeko’s as loud as ever huh?’

‘Well she is in charge of the announcements,’ you laugh, god he’d missed that laugh. 

‘Guess I better head over huh?’

‘Yeah I guess you better, I'll be cheering for you - quietly of course. Can't let my team know,’ you wink at him, ‘Oh and Tooru?’

‘Hmm?’

‘Nice makeup. The glam look suits you.’

He flashes you a gorgeous smile and honestly? That’s just as good as any other reply he could have said. You turn around and head back to Karasuno’s garage, ‘Shit’ you curse to yourself, ‘Why is my heart beating so fast?’

✄.

‘Yn! Where’ve you been? I've been worried sick!’

And like a harsh wave on a windy day, you feel a rush of guilt splash over your whole body. You had forgotten, even if for a little while, that you had someone - that you had Kiyoko. Oikawa’s just a friend you tell yourself, you only feel this way because he is finally back. Nothing more, nothing else. 

You look up into her beautiful, deep blue eyes and this time, for the first time in a long time, you notice how much she cares for you. It is so obvious, the way she looks at you like you are the only one in the room and it's so, so unfair. It's unfair that you cannot look at her that way. She deserves someone who loves her just as much as she loves you and you hate yourself, you really do, because you know you’ll never love her like that. 

And then it strikes you. You only want her for her body. And the wave of guilt? It becomes a tsunami and suffocates you from the inside out. You feel your heartbeat speed up - when did it become as fast as the race cars? Then suddenly the tight, unforgiving noose around your throat ties itself stiff, you can't breathe. The last thing you hear before your world fades black is the desperate cries of Kiyoko, what’s she calling, you ask yourself, god… she's calling after me. I wish I could call out to her. 

✄.

You wake up to a familiar scene, you are at Kiyoko’s. 

‘You're finally awake.’

You turn your head towards her soft voice, ‘Mm Kiyoko? What happened?’

‘You went missing for about 15 minutes before the race started- or well before we had to get ready. When you came back you fainted and Asahi helped bring you here.’

‘I’m sor-’

‘Don't apologise. Just tell me what's on your mind.’

‘It’s, Im- I…’

‘Please,’ she begs.

‘Kiyoko I- I'm sorry. I don't know if it's just… I'm just overwhelmed at the moment. I'm sorry.’

‘Mm,’ she mumbles, moving closer to you. You feel her warm arms encircle you and pull you towards her, your back to her chest. Your heart does not speed up, it calms down. Maybe that's the effect of familiarity? ‘Lets just have a nap, yeah?’

‘Yeah,’ you whisper.

Her warmth brings you comfort, a comfort you wish you could give back. Maybe you are? Maybe you're not… you don't know. Her light snores used to be music to your ears but now they're nothing more than a mesh of messy drum beats, booming and thumping around your head. A small tear slips down the side of your face, ‘I wish I loved you.’

✄.

Kiyoko wishes you loved her too, she wished you loved her for more than just her body and the memories but you don't. Not that it matters, she thinks, as long as you are with her - as long as she can touch you, she doesn't care how you feel about her. She’ll take what she can get and she is oh so desperate for you, your touch, your taste, your sounds and oh god she must be a masochist. 

When did she become so sadistic that she got off on her own pain? On your pain! She loves that you're broken and hurt and confused because that means she gets to be with you and oh she wishes that you’ll stay that way forever. 

That is horrible isn't it? Yeah, she knows she’s fucked up but she’s fucked up for you and she wouldn't have it any other way.

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