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shotmrmiller · 4 months

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Hellooo again! I come once more with more Gaz thoughts. Seriously, bro, I am DROWNING in Gaz everything right now. Like.. I need to breathe him, need to intermingle our souls.. And intermingle from behind, from the front, from between- AHEM. Anywho~~

Kyle is a nerd, a geek, a total goof. I cannot for the life of me get that out of my head that he would take every opportunity he could to bring up stuff like Dungeons and Dragons. "You, uh.. You mentioned that a new movie came out? You wouldn't happen to be talkin' about the D&D movie, would you? You are! So I've heard-" And then he'd spill facts and lore and stories and "Oh! I have the newest edition manuals. I've read them and memorized the rules. Would you like to learn? I can be Dundeon Master!" Of course, it's the literal written law to say yes to him no matter what, so you obviously agree.

Well, as it turns out, the geeky little one-on-one that he would have thoroughly enjoyed with you during a solo campaign would be completely ruined by a boisterous Scotsman and a grumpy skull-face. Price would have joined, but he was busy(he really just wanted to take a nap like an over-exhausted single Mother running after said boisterous Scot and too-serious, overly-sarcastic skull-face)

With Kyle's plans utterly foiled,(he had PLANS, damnit!) he went on to begrudgingly teach Johnny and Simon what each die did, what each roll meant, how to write up a character and all the rest of that.(seriously, he really had plans for a solo sesh..)

"No.. Ghost, you cannot roll insight on a newborn Elf just because they might be the next bad guy.. This is the third time you've asked that, man, just leave it!" It was literally only the third session within the campaign, and Ghost was already on the highway to becoming a murder-hobo. It didn't help that Ghost had made a complete edgelord rouge with the backstory conforming to the stereotype. Opening the dictionary of stereotypes, Ghost's character was the single definition of it.

"Soap! Fucks sake, bruv, stop messing with me! Just because you want to hit on the made-up barmaid doesn't mean you physically have to act it out on me.. Soap!" Soap was also the definition of horny bard. Actually, Soap tried taking it up to an entirely higher extreme and physically attempted time and time again to act it all out. "Bu' think o' it, Gaz! It's all made up, why no' act it ou' as well?? It's fookin' genius!" "For the hundredth time, Soap, that's LARPING! Get your bloody hands off me, you git!"

And then there was you. Sweet, innocent little you. You were fairly normal, had done fairly normal actions that were consistent. Just a simple, happy, normal half-Elven fighter with a simple, happy, normal half-Elven fighter backstory. However.. His mistake was gifting you your first set of dice. He had bought the set specifically for you, bought it the moment he saw them, and immediately thought of you, that you would love to have them. He didn't know that that action, that simple little gift, would turn you into a dice Dragon.

"Bloody hell, what 'ave you done???" Session seven came around, and he was standing in your barracks dorm after getting a few complaints about your.. problem. There, spilling over your bunk and onto the floor, over the small little stand beside the bed, was several upon several sets of dice. "Beautiful, isn't it? Behold my treasure, for I am a Dragon! I have ascended to the heavens and have become my ultimate self!" "Bleedin'... Bleedin' hells, love.." He'd created a monster, but he couldn't be bothered to really care when it seemed to make you happy. He never had to worry about misplacing his own set now that you had so much to spare.

(I may or may not be a dice Dragon... It's not a problem, it's HAPPINESS)

I'm gonna be honest.

I have never, in my entire 29 years of unwillingly existing, have I ever seen one game of DND. I have no idea what it's about. When I ask people, they lose me in the details because they get too excited (i just get a wide look in my eye and nod every once in a while, because they're speaking with so much passion i'd never ruin that for them) or they give the sorriest explanations known to man because they don't have the patience to teach.

it doesn't help that i don't know anyone that plays it either.

now. I'd be doing exactly that as Kyle went on an explanation turned soliloquy, because it feels like he's now in a play, and i'm the audience with the way his hands gesture his words.

His eyes are bright, his face is lit up with joy and i have no idea what he's saying but he looks so good in his element.

And then he hands me a die.

It's one of the best things I've ever seen.

I'd look at him and ask him if he'd be willing to buy me more. The way he smiles at me has my cheeks burning.

Now I'm collecting all kinds of dice and hoarding it like Smaug.

He'll step on it, and yelps because it feels like a lego under his foot, but once he realizes it's something he's bought for me, he'll carefully place it back on the little bookshelf.

In anticipation of any more scattered treasure, he now drags his feet on the floor.

"Come along! Help yourself; There's plenty, and to spare!"

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miryum · 10 months

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Sweetheart- Chapter 2

Summary: Jason Todd finds himself in a Groundhog Day situation and it won't stop until he finds his soulmate who's going through the exact same situation. But will you two stop being idiots long enough to too see what's in front of you? Not even the author knows...

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Taglist: @susvale

Warnings: nerd references, Alfred and Harley Quinn being awesome, the latter half not being beta-read, but will be edited soon :)

Jason woke up to screaming and shouts. Another ordinary day. “Jason! Get up!” Tim banged on the door. “You’re gonna be late!” Jason groaned and covered his head with his pillow.

The door flew open and Cass waltzed in. “I think I left my book in here last night.” She started rummaging around the nightstand.

Jason snuggled into his covers. Then his eyes flew open. “No… you didn’t,” he corrected Cass, sleep evident in his voice. “You read in your room last night. It was two days ago when you bugged me.”

“Then why is my book in your room?” Cass wiggled her found book in his face. Jason glared at the book for a moment before shrugging it off. He must’ve forgotten.

“Come on, you’ll be late to see Y/n!” Dick called from the doorway before running off to shower.

Jason sat up slowly and the covers fell down to his waist. Why was he getting extreme deja vu?

“Oh, there he is,” Cassandra laughed. “That lovesick fool.”

“Didn’t you say that yesterday?” Jason mumbled. He ran a hand over his face, rubbing sleep from his eyes. He pinched at his shoulders, squirming at the tight muscles. Why were his muscles sore? He didn’t work out yesterday. Maybe they were still sore from beating Damian and Tim. He decided to test his theory, “Hey? What’s for breakfast?”

“Alfred made pancakes,” Cass said simply.

“But Alfred never makes the same thing two days in a row,” Jason said to himself.

“Yeah?” Cass was innocent to his inner turmoil. “Yesterday we had omelettes. What’s up with you today?”

“Nothing… nothing.” The room lapsed into odd silence and Jason, tugging on his leather jacket (which he pleasantly found to be clean), suddenly released what was wrong. “Did, uh, do you ever find it weird that Alfred is the owner of a multimillion dollar company and he still makes us pancakes?”

“Do you ever find it weird that Bruce is the economics teacher at our school and you still wind up in Gordon’s office every other day?” Cass started out of the room and Jason followed after her, silently congratulating himself on bringing the conversation back around.

“Do you ever find it weird,” Damian called from the bathroom, “that Dad quit his job to start teaching the youth of Gotham City and handed his company over to his butler after I was born? Clearly, we know who the favourite is.”

“Do you ever find it weird that you guys are interrupting my shower?!” Dick stuck his head out of said shower, motioning for Damian to close the door. Jason was baffled at how similar everything was. If he hadn’t heard of soulmate stories, he would think this was all one big prank. Or that he was going crazy.

“Do you ever find it weird that in a house of idiots,” Tim hopped down the stairs. “I’m able to stay sane?”

“Dude, same.” Cass fistbumped Tim and they shared a secret handshake.

Maybe Jason was going crazy. Did he really think the universe would give him a soulmate? After all his fights with Bruce? After all those nights he snuck out? After all his depressive panic attacks? What soulmate would want him?

During breakfast, Jason’s bacon was stolen by Damian, yet again. Tim rushed out the door on account of Coding Club and Alfred flipped pancakes while sporting an apron over his suit.

“Are you alright, Master Todd?” Alfred asked, placing more pancakes in front of him. From the head of the table, Bruce scoffed and straightened his newspaper. He had tried telling Alfred to stop calling them ‘Master,’ but old habits were hard to shake.

“Probably just anxious about the test he has today,” Damian said through a mouth full of food. “We all know it’s impossible for him to concentrate with beautiful Y/n sitting next to him!” The young boy sighed dramatically. Jason hurled the syrup bottle at him. Dick caught it mid-air before the bottle could do any damage.

“I remember Miss. Y/n,” Alfred mused. “When are you going to invite her over again?” Jason wasn’t sure who Alfred’s question was directed at- him or Cass- so he kept his mouth shut.

“Can she come over tonight?” Damian asked. “I need help with homework.”

“Didn’t we finish that yesterday?” Bruce asked, setting down the newspaper.

Damian shoved more pancake in his mouth, mumbling, “not all of it?”

It was unsettling to pull up to school and see everyone wearing the exact same clothes, having the exact same conversations, and walking the exact same steps.

You were stepping off the bus, talking to Artemis and Kori. “Go on, loverboy,” Dick snickered, taking Jason’s analysis of the crowd as scanning for you. (Which was also true, not that he would ever admit it.)

“Fuck you,” was his automatic reply.

“Hey, Todd,” Cass called. “When we get back home, I’m gonna re-dye your hair. You’re losing the white streak.”

Jason groaned, thinking of the torture he had gone through yesterday. He hadn’t realised he would have to go through it again.

“What’re you reading today, L/n?” He tried to copy his movements from yesterday, snatching your backpack away from you. In order for his plan to work, he would have to act exactly as he did yesterday.

You slowly scanned him up and down, and Jason couldn’t decipher your expression. It seemed like you were hopeful at first, overanalyzing him, but it was quickly washed away. “Uh, The Fault In Our Stars, a reread,” you said. Jason wanted to believe that the bookmark was farther than where it was yesterday morning, but he shook it off. He probably just wanted to believe it.

“You don’t have to prove it to me, doll,” Jason said. He puffed up his chest, pleased that he could still make you flush at his nicknames.

“Prove it? I don’t know what you mean.”

“You don’t need to tell me you’ve read it before to prove you’re smart. You’re telling me it’s a reread cause you’re showing that you could be reading harder, more complex books but you “settled” for this one. But don’t worry, doll, I know you’re smart.”

You stilled, before slowly replying, “Thank you. You get good grades, too.”

“How sweet,” Jason placed a hand over his heart, pretending to swoon. “The Lady L/n thinks me as smart as she.”

“I never said you’re as smart as me,” you corrected.

“Care to make a little wager, then?” Jason held open the school door for you. He carefully concocted the wager as he did the day before. Jason went through the rest of the day, trying hard to remember what he did yesterday. But, of course, it wasn’t technically yesterday. It was still Thursday. Only, it was the second Thursday he’d have this week. Geez, this was going to get confusing, he thought.

Meanwhile, you were trying your best to not to have a panic attack. You had woken up to the same texts on your phone and the same greetings from your parents. At first, you had thought it was a big joke that your friends had roped your parents into. You confronted Artemis and Kori on the bus, already frustrated with your parents when they hadn’t let up. Either Artemis and Kori were incredible actors, or something weird was going on.

Something was nagging at you and when Artemis had pulled you aside and suggested you talk to an adult about it- “Ms. Quinn might know what you’re talking about. She knows a lot of random bullshit,”- you decided that was the best course of action.

“Ms. Quinn,” you approached her after the school day. “Do you know anything about days repeating themselves? Or am I going completely crazy and deserve to be in an insane asylum?”

Ms. Quinn laughed and said, “well, it seems to me as if you might’ve found your soulmate, my young padawan!”

“Padawan? When did I become a Jedi?” You cocked an eyebrow at your favourite librarian.

“You’ve always been my padawan,” Ms. Quinn said, as if it was obvious. She stood up and led you to the non-fiction section. “But I can’t guarantee I won’t lead you to the darkside.”

“Understandable,”

“I always wondered when you would find a soulmate,” Ms. Quinn commented. “You’ll have to invite me to the wedding.”

“Ms. Quinn! I’m not- we’re- I haven’t even met them yet!”

She handed a book to you, smirking. “Alright. Whatever makes you sleep at night. Check the index of this for looping days.’”

“Thanks, Ms. Quinn.”

“Anytime!”

You snuggled up in a corner of the library and flipped open the book, titled, Soulmate Identifiers. The index pointed you to page 42, in which you chuckled to yourself, silently thinking of The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.

“Is something funny?” A voice asked from above you. You looked up to see Jason standing over you.

“What’re you doing here?” You didn’t answer his question, glaring in suspicion at him. You didn’t see him in the library yesterday, but then again, you were helping Ms. Quinn and probably didn’t run into him.

“I need to check out a book for History,” he explained.

“What’re you doing here, bothering me?” you clarified.

“Can’t I see my sweetheart without her lashing out at me?” Jason asked, laying down next to you and using his backpack as a pillow.

“No.”

“Fair enough. What’re you reading?”

“Um…” You paused, wondering if Jason would make fun of you for your choice of book. “I.. don’t know.”

“You... don’t know?” Jason snickered, eyeing you. Clearly he knew that you were lying, but he allowed you to stay in your dishonesty.

“I don’t know. I just picked it up.” You buried your face back into the pages, trying to mask the embarrassment. Quickly, you scanned the words: While perhaps not the most common or conventional soulmate identifier, Looping Days is a personal favourite of mine. Looping Days happen when two soulmates have ignored their feelings long enough for the universe to take notice. One singular day continues repeating, akin to the famous movie Groundhog Day, however, unlike the movie, both soulmates experience it.

The day keeps repeating until the two soulmates confess their feelings, whether romantic or platonic, to each other and the week continues on, every other person unaware. When the soulmates confess, a soulmark of something significant that happened over the repeating days appears on the wrist.

The book went onto explain the questions scientists had about this soulmate phenomena, but you had read enough.

In order to escape this supposedly endless Thursday, you had to find your soulmate.

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A whimper escaped Jason’s mouth as Cassandra tugged on his hair. He was seated on the toilet while his sister attempted to wrangle him with hair dye. “Woman up,” Cass grumbled.

“Would you tell me if you found your soulmate?” Jason asked softly.

Cass stopped, eyes meeting Jason’s in the mirror. “You found them?” she whispered. “Who?”

“I don’t know,” he said. “I haven’t found them yet.”

“Why? What’s the indicator?”

“I think it’s time looping. Yesterday was Thursday too. It’s really weird seeing the same things happen all over again. It kind of makes me feel like a god.” he chuckled. “I can predict everyone’s move.”

“Who do you think it is?” Cass yanked on his hair. “‘Cause I’ve heard that whoever you want it to be, that’s probably them.”

“I’m not answering that.”

“Y/n’s here!” Damian screamed out.

Cass placed a firm hand on Jason’s shoulder to keep him from jumping up to greet you. “Lemme finish!” she scolded. “I’m almost done.”

“But I wanna… okay. Fine.” After a couple of minutes with Cass slapping upside the head whenever he squirmed and wiggled. How was it fair that Damian, Tim, and Dick got to spend time with you?

“Okay, you’re free to go,” Cass said, but Jason was already halfway out the door. “Sure! I’ll just clean up by myself!” she rolled her eyes. “Wait! Jason!” Jason poked his head back in the bathroom. “To answer your question, yes, I would tell you if I found my soulmate.” Jason gave her a faint, trusting smile.

Jason took a moment at the top of the steps to compose himself. He subconsciously ran a hand through his newly dyed hair, wondering if you would notice. He noticed you at the kitchen table, hunched over with Damian. “Look what the cat dragged in,” he crooned in your ear.

You elbowed him in the gut and he groaned at the newly forming bruise. “More like, look what your brother dragged in,” you replied.

“The scores just came out, sweetheart,” Jason smirked, slipping into the seat next to you. “Shall we see who the victor is?” Cass groaned loudly as she walked in, opening the snack cabinet. She pulled out a bag of pretzels and poured herself and Tim a bowl. Tim graciously accepted it.

“No! I need help from my future sister-in-law!” Damian cried. Jason’s heart thumped widely. He hid a smile at the slim idea of marrying you. He couldn’t imagine the image of you being the first thing he saw in the morning and the last thing he saw at night. Were you a cuddly sleeper? Or did you prefer to stay to your side of the bed? What did your morning voice sound like? Did you prefer evening sex or morning sez? He flushed at the intrusive thought. Dick laughed loudly and even Tim pressed his lips together to stop a laugh.

“Damn right,” You held up your hand and Cass slapped it. “Cass and I are getting married and none of you are invited to the wedding. Except Alfred, of course.”

“Of course,” Cass agreed.

“Just show me your score,” Jason whined. “Please!”

“Fine,” you pulled out your phone. Jason’s leg bounced up and down and Dick raised an eyebrow at him, silently telling him to cool it. “What’d you get?” you asked.

“A 97, but technically a 92.” Jason proudly said. “I got extra credit.” He hadn’t changed any of his answers for fear of getting something wrong. And then maybe you would surpass him. He couldn’t have that.

“Ms. Prince doesn’t give out extra credit!” you exclaimed. “What the hell?!”

“If you ask incredibly nicely and tell her it's for a good cause,” Jason explained. “Then yes, she does.”

“You fucking told her about our bet, didn’t you,” you accused.

“Why yes, yes I did.” Jason smirked and you looked incredibly frustrated.

“What bet?” Bruce asked.

“Nothing,” both you and Jason answered at the same time Dick launched into an explanation of the wager. Bruce peered at Alfred who gave him a small shrug in response.

“Just make sure no one gets emotionally hurt, Jason.” Bruce said.

“How come you’re telling me and not Y/n?!” Jason stood up, aghast.

“Because Y/n is smarter than that,” Bruce said simply.

Ignoring his father, Jason rounded on you. “Seriously, doll, what was your score?”

You glanced down at the number on your screen and Jason swallowed. “95,” you said after a tense moment.

The room went silent. Bruce and Alfred exchanged a glance and Bruce immediately took out his phone and started typing away. Cass looked over your shoulder and hummed. Tim let out a low whistle and Damian cackled. Dick closely watched his younger brother with a pleased smile.

“Wait, actually?” Jason asked.

“Yes, Todd,” you sighed. “Actually.” Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Bruce show his phone to Alfred. Alfred raised an eyebrow and you had an inkling of who Bruce had texted.

“Damn, sweetheart,” Jason continued. “Did you throw the test on purpose?”

“Just take the date, Jason.” You said, “I wouldn’t dwell on it. Though I am expecting you to pull out all the stops.”

“You won’t be disappointed, sweetheart.” Jason pressed a kiss to your forehead and practically skipped to his room, his smile lighting up the room. Later that night, as he lay in bed, he silently wondered if he was technically cheating on his soulmate by promising you a date that he may get to go on. What would happen if he found his soulmate, but you still expected a date? He didn’t want to let you down. He didn’t know if he could ever let you down. If you asked him for anything, he would probably trip over his own feet to complete your request.

Jason made a pact, then and there, that he would take you on a date no matter if he found his soulmate or not.

It was the least he could do.

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rancidpancakebatter · 2 years

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Masterlist

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Key: Fluff-♡ Smut-§ Angst-∆ Dark Themes-✕ Still In the works-* Completed-•

TASM! Peter Parker

Series

·Grip Tape-♡§ Peter offers to teach you how to skateboard and who are you to say no? This is a pre-bite fic so we get to enjoy Peter Parker in his full Dorky Display. [1|2|3|4|5|6|7|8|9|10|11|12|13|14|15]

*Drop In-♡∆ (Sequel to Grip Tape)You like Peter, Peter likes you. This should be simple, so why isn’t it? Well, maybe it’s because you were already friends? Maybe it’s the stress of senior year? Maybe it’s because someone had to get bit by a spider? Who’s to say? [1|2|3|4|5|6|7|…]

*The Playlist-♡∆ I made a playlist for TASM!Peter Parker and now I'm slowly writing songfics for it. [Australia|Honest]

·In The Name of Good-§∆✕ Peter has always had a darkness in him, what happens when you find it? [1|2] [Headcannon]

*Your Initials and Mine-♡ Eyes are the window to the soul, but so is art. Peter's is bare before you if only you could translate it. [1|…] [headcannon] *Another Way to Fly-♡∆ You've been dating Harry Osborne for three years. You love him...but maybe not as much as you once did. Maybe not enough. [1|2|3|4|5|6|…] *We Write the Story-♡∆ Peter Parker is your best friend, a little brother of sorts. You’ve been there through everything, and that’s not gonna change just because the multiverse is crumbling. But what will you do when you meet his counterparts? How will you overcome when your fates are differently aligned? How will you defy it all to be with the man you love? (Hispanic!Reader) [1|2|3|…]

One Shots

Choose Me-♡∆/∆ Trouble in paradise and the Green Goblin, what could possibly go wrong? (Everything...everything can go wrong) [ original | fix-it ]

Cornflower Confession-§♡ A new shop moves on the block along with an adorable nerd with way too much knowledge of flora. How do you make a good impression? Happiness and Other Frightening Concepts-§∆♡ You and Parker have fallen into a situationship of sorts, but that's fine, it's okay. He won't give you anything more and you don't fucking care. For Him-♡∆✕ You were fine. He doesn’t understand. You were fine. You had been a little distant lately, but he had learned that was a pattern for you. When the months got colder and the nights got longer, you needed an adjustment period. Your space would get messy, and your naps would get longer. But you were always fine.

HeadCannons

Celebrating your birthday-♡

A bathing headcanon-♡

A sleeping headcanon-♡

December/Winter Date nights-♡

MCU! Peter Parker

A Secret in Song-♡∆ Peter has something to tell you, but he's not sure he has the right words. Luckily there's someone who does.

Love n’ Locs-§♡

Peter, your love, helps you with your hair. (Black!Reader)

Matt Murdock

A Bracelet-♡ Who would have thought a bracelet would lead to this?

Four is Enough-♡ All the ways that Matt loves you (Black!Reader) You Knew-♡ You grew up with Matthew, but how long have you loved him?

Moon Men

One Shots

Strawberries and Cream-♡ It's valentine's day and your boys surprise you with breakfast in bed (Black!Reader)

Steve Harrington

A Childhood Innocence-♡∆ Steve Harrington was your best friend once upon a time, but years apart makes you see him in a new light. Takes place during season 2.

A Breath of Kool Air-♡∆ You've always been a little closed off, kept to yourself. But after the events of July 4th 1985, you're not sure that you're content being alone anymore. While you would never trust Harrington before, you discover Steve isn't so bad. (Black!Reader)

L Lawliet

Picnics at Sunset-♡ You knew that You cared for Ryusaki very much. You knew you trusted him with your life, and you always felt better when he was around. You knew that you desired his attention and approval more than anyone else’s. You knew that he was beautiful and kind. But you didn’t know if he felt any of those things about you. You didn’t know what those things meant. Or rather, you feared what they could mean, and what that would do to the both of you.

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allthingsarmin · 3 years

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nerd!armin x popular bimbo girl!reader?

the reader needs a tutor so she asks the smartest boy on campus and they have a “study session” in the library

Thank you for your request! I hope you like it! (ALSO: I’m so sorry this took so long to write omgmgg please forgive me) ~ I also would like to write a better version of this later. Though I'm in love with this prompt, I feel I didn't write the smut part that well.

Minors DNI! NSFW below the cut. Fem!Reader, FemBodied!Reader.

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At this point, Armin’s legs were burning, his heart racing and hands uncontrollably shaking, while you were practically out breath, your lungs tightening as you released yet another hearty laugh and not caring about the sweat running down your forehead. Neither you nor Armin expected to be running away from the librarian at 2am in the morning on the cold, campus sidewalk, your hair and makeup questionably messy and his shirt noticeably unbuttoned with hickeys staining his neck. However, the thrill of it all was something you didn’t know you both needed…

Earlier:

“Y/n?” Armin questioned, waving his sharpened pencil in front of your face. “Are you paying attention?” He awkwardly laughed as he scratched the back of his neck. You look up at him, battering your mascara-covered eyelashes at him. “Ahh… I have no idea what’s going on,” you sighed.

Armin wanted to bang his head against the library table. He knew it would be difficult teaching the ‘campus bimbo,’ but he didn’t know it would be this hard… yet there he was. 1am on a Thursday, the test tomorrow, and you still couldn’t grasp the basics of quadratic functions.

“Why don’t we take a break?” he suggested, loudly dropping his pencil on the table, leaning back in his chair, and adjusting his disheveled collar poking out of his blue sweater.

“Okay!” you giggled mindlessly, turning to face him in your chair as you twirled your hair in your fingers. “Even though I’ll probably fail the test tomorrow, thank you for teaching me!” you exclaimed, fiddling with your compact mirror and checking your dolled-up face.

Armin tensed up at your backhanded words. Pushing his hair back out of frustration, he cursed the fact he was wasting his time with such an ai-headed girl. “Y-you’re welcome,” he hastily said as he rubbed the bridge of his nose.

Why didn’t he say no to your study session - if you could even call it a study session - ? Even though Armin was the school nerd, it’s no surprise to him that you came and asked him for help because, well… Everyone does that - always taking advantage of Armin - only talking to him because they want to use his neat, color-coded notes, only inviting him to parties so that he would later help them study.

You felt bad for Armin. Though you couldn’t deny he was way too uptight, everyone did make fun of him for every little thing; the way he dressed like a professor, how he was always so punctual, the way he was the first to raise his hand when the teacher asked a question, how he came extra prepared to class with extra pencils.

But being so close to him now, this was the first time you realized how handsome he actually was. His turquoise veins protruding from his soft, pale skin… his slender fingers gently holding his flashcards, his toned muscles peeking their way through his rolled up sleeves and making his clothes just a little tight, the sharpness of jawline contrasting with his kind, bright smile, the way his ocean blue eyes stared intently with such passion, and his thick, golden hair growing to his eyebrows, allowing his cute ears to shyly show themselves while his undercut beautifully shaped his face… he was beautiful.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” you suddenly asked.

Armin was taken aback by this question. No one had ever asked him this nor did any one seem to have any interest in his personal life whatsoever.

“No,” he paused, “I don’t have time for that stuff…” he trailed off. Armin never had a girlfriend, and thinking about it now, he never really had any crushes. He was way too busy keeping up with his grades, extra curricular activities, and student council. It would be practically impossible for him to keep such close relations with his kind of responsibilities, but that doesn’t mean he’s not lonely… his arms aching for someone to hold, his heart cold due the absence of warmth of a person he loves.

Armin didn’t bother asking you if you had a boyfriend. You were the most popular person on campus, partying with countless dudes every weekend, hanging out with a large group of girls at the mall nearly every day, your phone buzzing so much during class that your professor told you multiple times to turn it off, and you were pretty - your hair was always done in a pretty style, your makeup (though a bit slutty) always brought out the best features of your face, your nails were always painted, your skin was smooth and silky, and your perfume scent was addicting. Not only that but your clothes showed off your body so well; your skirt that was just a little short allowed people to see your cute panties when you bend over to pick something up, and your shirt that was barely even a shirt was always cropped above your waist and showed off your bouncy, plush cleavage… so of course you had a boyfriend. But even though Armin was an incredibly focused nerd, he couldn’t deny that your sweet smell, tight clothes, and lipstick-covered lips made him lustful.

“Too busy for that stuff?! Aren’t you lonely? It’s like you don’t even know how to have fun,” you chuckle, jokingly hitting his shoulder which happened to be really muscular underneath his sweater.

“Haha yeah,” he said, seemingly uninterested in where you were going with this.

“If you’re so busy, does that mean you don’t have time to masturbate?” you giggled, covering your plump mouth with your hand and fluttering your eyelashes at him.

Armin became extremely flustered as tints of red washed over his body in waves.

“W-what?” he stuttered. “Why are you asking me these questions? We are supposed to be studying!” he quietly shrieked, looking away to break eye contact with you and playing with the watch on his wrist.

“Haha, I am just joking. You’re such a nerdy boy, just want to make you blush,” you sincerely smiled.

“W-well I am a young college student, so obviously I - I do that from time to time thanks to p-porn,” he stammered.

“Woah woah wait. Someone as uptight and rigid as you watches porn?” you harshly laughed, genuinely shocked. You scooted your chair closer to him and leaned into his neck, your hot breath caressing his skin and your hair resting upon his shoulder. “What kind of porn does this nerd like to watch?” you inquired, widely grinning as you saw how embarrassed Armin had become.

On the inside, Armin was fuming, mostling frightened that he had gotten himself into an embarrassing loop with no escape that would most likely be gossiped about amongst the popular students, but mostly angry that some dumb, slutty bitch was wanting to pry into his personal life, not even appreciating the fact that he spent countless hours in the library helping you study to no avail because you couldn’t pay attention if your life depended on it… that this same dumb, slutty bitch was just getting her fun from teasing some nerd who is taken advantage of and forgotten by everyone… angry that you - with your pretty makeup, plump lips, short skirt, and overflowing cleavage - weren’t paying the price for your teasing.

Suddenly, Armin sat up in his chair, his muscles tensing through his clothes, and an aggravated look forming across his face, wrinkling his brows. He quickly takes a fistful of your hair and pulls you close to his face, allowing you to see the different shades of blue in his eyes and his soft, blond eyelashes. His innocent, geeky look is nowhere to be found on his face as he intensely stares into your eyes.

“It just so happens that this nerd likes to watch useless, empty-headed bimbos like you get their pussies abused,” he said, dominance seething from his teeth as his mint breath hits your face. Before you even have time to think, Armin unbuttons his slacks and practically forces your mouth on his hard, pretty cock.

Watching you gag and choke on his cock with saliva dribbling down your chin made him laugh. “You’re gonna have to be a little quieter, slut, we’re in a library remember?” he coos. He abruptly pulls you off his cock, taking in the sight of his lipstick-stained tip and the mascara tears streaming down your face. His treatment was so harsh and so sudden, making you miss the ‘nicer’ and ‘quieter’ Armin, but you couldn’t deny his sudden dominance made your aching cunt flood with arousal.

Before doing anything else, Armin scans the library, making sure no one is around. Grabbing your wrist, he forces you to sit on his lap, facing him on top of the library chair. Everything happened so quickly, barely even leaving you time to think, barely leaving you time to think that Armin was using your body to relieve his anger and frustration, not leaving you time to realize how sopping wet your needy cunt actually was.

Sitting atop his lap, he spreads your plush, soft thighs, exposing the fact that you didn’t wear any panties to this study session, causing Armin’s eyes to widen.

“I don’t know why I’m so surprised that a whore like you wouldn’t wear anything underneath your short skirt to our little ‘play date,’” he snickers. He leans close to your ear, softly biting your neck. “It’s almost like you were asking to be fucked by me.”

You don’t know what to say. Your mind is so empty, fuzzy, and shocked that the only thing you can do is comply when he demands that you ride his cock. Armin lets out a low groan from the bottom of his throat as your tight, warm pussy encloses his thick cock. You let a pathetic whimper as he begins to thrust up into you, and Armin gives you a glare, reaching up and tightening his hands around your throat. “Remember, you have to be quiet, or are you too dumb to remember that?” he sinisterly smiles.

Armin begins to harshly thrust into you as you wrap your arms around his neck, holding onto dear life as he deeply penetrates your spongy, sensitive walls. He slithers his slender hands into your shirt and starts toying with your nipples and pinching them when you’re being too loud.

Groping your ass, he whispers in your ear, “you know, I don’t even know why you’re in college… you’re so dumb. Why don’t you just drop out and be my little slut for when I come back after class, huh?” You sink your head into the crook of his neck, embarrassment coming over you at the same time as pleasure fills your walls when he tells you those mean words.

He grabs your hair, forcing you to look at him. Your hair is a tangled mess, your makeup completely smeared, and your eyebrows furrowed as your innocent-looking eyes beg for some type of release.

“F-fuck, you look so dirty,” he groans, leaning his head back.

“And you look like two students who are going to be in so much trouble…”

Both of you tense up and look behind you to find the librarian staring daggers into your souls.

Immediately, you hop off of Armin’s dick, gathering your things as he struggles to pull up his pants. Both of you at an ungodly speed bolt out of the library doors. Yeah, getting potentially banned from the library would suck, but maybe it was something you both needed. Armin needed to learn to loosen up, have some fun, and you needed to learn to take things seriously and maybe just put in a little more effort.

“Ya’know, it’s kind of late. We can go back to my dorm, and I can help you study for maybe another half hour… if you want,” Armin shyly asks as you both continue running down the sidewalk.

“What about the other half hour?” you questioned.

Armin’s face grows red. “We can finish… chemistry…”

#armin arlert #armin x reader #armin smut #aot x reader #aot smut

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azucanela · 4 years

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ack anon with the dress hcs here- tysvm for those!! my heart~ ok so another random idea i just needed to share but bakugou/deku/todoroki first frenchie kiss with their s.o. and neither of them have much experience 😖 lots of fluffy awkwardness y'know? idk. again go ahead and add on but don't stress yourself!

FRENCH KISSES WITH THEIR S/O [GN!HEADCANNONS]

[ft. bakugo katsuki, izuku midoriya, todoroki shouto]

SUMMARY: someone decides to bring of french kissing and as expected; its chaotic.

WORD COUNT: french kissing? nothing explicit, very mildly suggestive

WARNINGS: kissing, maybe second hand embarrassment but i doubt it, awkward situations

A/N: my search history is “how to french kiss now” which is the main reason i held off on doing this one ajkshdkjah also this is my first time writing for our boy deku so uhhhh be kind to me, also anon you are now dress anon also i tried something new because i couldn’t bring myself to write full scenarios also i can’t write for midoriya i TRIED BUT I THINK HIS IS BAD

BAKUGO KATSUKI

HEADCANNONS + MINI SCENARIO

lol this is funny

THIS

this is peak comedy right here

hes gonna be so embarrassed but hes gonna try to act like hes completely unaffected by everything that is going on

i feel like he knows what french kissing is and has definitely thought about french kisses with you but he would never bring it up because it embarrassing for him

he might just randomly try it and place you in a complete state of shock, like y’all are just making out and— whoops would you look at that somehow you two are now french kissing! wonder how that happened...

if you ask him he will flat out deny you the first time around because he is embarrassed, but keep trying!! after a few attempts he’s gonna claim to be annoyed but it’s actually because he wants to

“Hey Katuski, you know what we should do—”

Bakugou slams the textbook that laid on his lap shut, a sound reverberating through the library the two had gone two, which earned him a strict glare from the librarian seated at the front desk. His eyes narrowed as they look to Y/N, “if you say French kissing, I swear I will break up with you right now.”

Despite his harsh words, Y/N can see the pink blush that dusts his cheeks as they lean forward on their arm, tilting their head at him innocently as they reply, “actually, I was thinking we could go see a movie later.” Their words only worsen the blush on Bakugou’s cheeks, causing him to snap his head away in an attempt to salvage some of his reputation, “but that works too.”

“Shut up you damn nerd.” The boy grumbles, brows furrowing as he leans back in his seat, looking away as he says, “if it’ll get you to stop asking then I guess we can try it.” Y/N is about to open their mouth to reply but Bakugou quickly adds, “only once though! Damn nerd...”

A grin finds its way onto Y/N’s face and they nod slowly, “great.”

“I hate you.”

honestly i feel like he would lowkey be bad at it the first time around and bakugou is the type of person where if he tries something and isn’t good at it immediately he either avoids this activity entirely or tirelessly works to improve his skill

luckily for you this happens to be a skill that bakugou wants to improve, alot because for some reason you wanted to try this and if he’s not good at it then whats the point

regardless the first time around is like a solid 6.75/10 sorry bakugou oops, you tried, but i feel like he’s already a really like aggressive and like harsh kisser so this is just gonna make things a mess

he can be soft sometimes tho i swear

i feel like he would get good at it after some ~practice~ but even then its a rare occurrence to french kiss with bakugou, its really intimate and he saves it for special occasions or when hes bored lol

IZUKU MIDORIYA

HEADCANNONS + MINI SCENARIO

THIS ONE

OH YOU ARE GOING TO KILL HIM WHY DID YOU HAVE TO GO AND DO THIS like apologize, apologize rn for the stress you are about to cause him

if you try to initiate a french kiss with izuku here, you NEED to tell him ahead of time or else things will go south very very fast. he’s going to panic because this is new and he does not understand what is happened oh my-

give him a heads up whenever you want to try something new, so when you pull this while kissing him he’s going to pull away like what a r e you d o i n g

once you tell him he’s gonna be like let’s do this tomorrow, and then will spend the rest of the day RESEARCHING how to french kiss properly, like he’s on wikihow and everything this boy wants to treat you right and is going to make sure you enjoy it

which is when when y’all finally french kiss he is going to be good at it okay, he’ll learn every strategy possible and then he will be a PRO like you’re probably going to be shocked for a hot minute because wait when did he have the time to get good at this—

you’re definitely his first partner and he had no experience prior to you but he trained himself because going into any anything blind and without a plan places him in a state of distress

this was a PLANNED EVENT it was like a date except without all the date stuff just french kissing, like he texts you “hey lets try that thing you wanted to try...” all shy and stuff like he literally took five minutes to actually send the text, and you are trying to figure out what that thing is because deku do you mean like the coffee shop ?? what ??

you make him specify and he nearly dies but its fine its fine, when he finally gets his point across you’re like okay! cool!

overall its a pretty nice experience, i feel like he would be really gentle with you per usual but it was also probably really awkward like homeboy fr sat you down on the bed and just stared at you with bright red cheeks for like

a really hot minute

Y/N brow raised as they stared at Izuku, who’s eyes had pierced into their head since they’d sat down. Oddly enough, Y/N found his meticulous planning of this to just make the situation more awkward, it had done nothing to relieve the burning sensation in their cheeks. But Y/N had a feeling that only one of them could flustered about this or else everything would fall apart rather quickly. It had also been their idea in the first place so, there was that factor too.

“Are you alright, Izuku—”

“FINE. I—I’m fine, I mean.” He cleared his throat as he sat across from them, his cheeks a bright red color as Y/N tilted their head at his antics.

A small laugh escaped them, “If you don’t want to do this Izuku, we don’t have to.” He’d always been easily flustered, so Y/N couldn’t say his reaction came as a shock, but he’d agreed to it nonetheless just yesterday.

This seemed to bring the boy back to reality as he shook his head, “no... I want to.” He straightened in his seat, looking away from Y/N as he tried to collect himself.

A grin spread across Y/N’s face as they leaned closer to Izuku, “fantastic.” Their words only served to fluster Izuku further, though Y/N could feel their cheeks warming as well.

“Right.”

french kissing will not be a regular occurrence, izuku feels embarrassed whenever it happens, he gets shy, all around a very rare thing for him that will only occur if you initiate it, but PLEASE let him know ahead of time, he needs to mentally prepare himself

he enjoys it though

hehe

TODOROKI SHOUTO

HEADCANNONS + MINI SCENARIO

why am i laughing rn

okay but like shouto probably discovers it online entirely by accident or like hears kaminari talking about it and decides he should educate himself because hes fluent in french and knows alot about the culture of france because of all the tutors his father hired so why doesn’t he know what this elusive french kissing his?

shouto is also fluent in kissing he honestly just really enjoys kissing you, he doesn’t know why but its probably because hes touch starved and just likes intimacy like that but he never really knew how much he liked physical touch until he actually experience it [in a positive way] and also you are SOFT :D

regardless shouto is the one who brings it up and honestly you are gonna be shocked because how did this clueless bb find out about that??? sir??? who is teaching you these things?

“You want to do what?”

Y/N couldn’t help the shock that flooded them as they stared at their boyfriend, Shouto Todoroki, who sat with his legs crossed before them on the bed as he replied, “French kissing.” The boy in question repeated, tilting his head at them as he watched her reaction.

Y/N shook their head in an attempt to clear their thoughts as they looked back up at him, meeting his eyes, “who taught you about that?” In the past, Y/N had been forced to explain... certain subjects to Shouto because of things he’d overheard in conversations or seen online. Sometimes it was entirely innocent and other times, well it wasn’t. This time around, it seemed Shouto had took it upon himself to learn, rather than asking Y/N.

“I don’t see how that’s relevant.” Come his response, brows furrowing at her question, “however, if its not something you’re interested in then—”

“I didn’t say that!” And Y/N couldn’t help how their cheeks warmed at how quickly they cut him off, hands coming to their face in embarrassment.

the internet and unintentionally kaminari, or maybe intentionally

he doesn’t do any research in fact, he might not even bring it up, next time he sees you in a private space, he’s just gonna start kissing you and you’re probably gonna be like aight bet thats chill this is normal

UNTIL he just grabs your thigh and in the shock your mouth gapes open and SHOUTO STRIKES

honestly i feel like he would be ridiculously good at french kissing for no reason, i don’t know why, i have no explanation, he’s just good at it

its a talent

of all the boys he is the least embarrassed he has no shame, its just natural curiosity right? whatever happens happens. it is literally so annoying how UNFAZED HE IS

probably really liked it because hes a touchy kinda guy, so this will become a more frequent thing when you two are in private, he just enjoys it

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two-simps-and-a-google-doc · 3 years

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Tiny Galaxies

Chapter three

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Pov: both

Ship: intrulogical

Tw: blood mention, forgetting to eat, yelling, dick mention, sympathetic Remus

Let us know if we missed anything!

Word count: 939

*Timeskip*

Remus awoke and rolled out of bed. He tiredly stared at the blood-stained carpet before he realized he was starving. Damn...He forgot to eat. Welp! Better now than later, he supposed. He sunk into the kitchen, plopping on the counter.

“Now where are the pop-pops?” He muttered to himself as he searched the cabinets and shelves.

Logan had woken up that morning the same way as usual; cold, alone, and still somehow tired. He wiped his eyes and reached for his glasses, promptly putting them on his face and getting dressed. He made his way downstairs, blocking out everything except for his well worn path to the coffee machine. As he was pouring coffee into his favorite mug, he heard a pop from behind him. Forcing himself not to flinch, he finished pouring his coffee. He turned around just as the other spoke, “They’re behind you on the second shelf. Feel free to eat as many as you want. I, for one, do not eat them but you are more than welcome to.”

Remus blinked a few times before grinning. “Thanks Logie!~”

He blew a kiss at him and winked teasingly as he got up and grabbed the pop tarts, shoving about 3 pastries in his mouth at once.

Logan felt his face grow warm at the gestures of “love”, despite them probably being fake. Was he falling ill? He brushed it off and cleared his throat, “You’re quite welcome.” With that, he left the kitchen and sat down at the table, drinking his coffee in a half-hearted attempt to wake up.

“Oooh~D’you know pink’s a good color on you, teach? Or is that more red?” Remus said, gesturing to Logan’s blushing face. “Dunno, it just looks nice.”

Logan looked up from the spot on the table he had been absentmindedly staring at.

“Hmm? Oh I uh..w-wel it’s- um…” he stuttered. He cleared his throat, trying to get some form of conscious thought to escape his mouth. Unfortunately, it didn't work.

Remus only smiled wider, if that was even possible. He shoved a few more pop tarts into his mouth.

“Woo! I think I’ve done the impossible and flustered Logic!! Maybe I should...tell everyoooonnee?” he teased. He was just messing with Logan, hoping to get a rise out of him.

“NO!!” Logan yelled, eyes wide. His stomach dropped at the thought of everyone knowing. No one could know. He was barely taken seriously now, just think how serious he would be after everyone knew he had emotions? He cleared his throat and straightened his tie.

“I-i mean no, please don't tell anyone. Please,” He said quietly. He avoided Remus’s eyes, looking everywhere but in his general direction.

A pop tart dropped from Remus’ mouth and he blinked a few times in surprise. That wasn’t the kind of reaction he was expecting.

“Nerd, calm down. I wasn’t actually gonna do it…” He mumbled softly.

“Oh I-” Logan started, trying to gain his composure. “I apologize for my reaction. It was...unnecessary” He cleared his throat once again and took a sip of his coffee, hoping that giving himself something else to do other than sit there would make the horrid feeling in his gut go away.

“Naaaah, it’s...it’s fiiiine. It was my fault anyways. Errr uh...if ya don’t mind, why’d you panic?” Remus asked, seemingly shrugging off the situation.

Logan’s face flushed again.

“No reason. I’m- I’m actually not quite sure. It was more of an instant reaction, nothing more,” He assured Remus. He knew it was a lie, and he knew why he reacted the way he did… But he couldn’t exactly say that out loud, now could he?

“Instant reaction?” Remus asked. He quirked an eyebrow. “Why do you have that kid of instant reaction???”

He knew he was asking too many questions but he was a bit intrigued.

“I-,” Logan paused, thinking about why he said it.

‘How am I supposed to explain that?’ he thought.

“It's becau-” he was cut off by Patton coming down the stairs, entering the dining room where he and Remus were sitting. It gave him the perfect opportunity to escape the conversation.

“Hi kiddos! What’re you guys talkin’ about?” he asked cheerfully. He had a bright smile on but mainly focused on looking at Logan, practically ignoring Remus who Logan was sitting next to.

“Nothing, Pat. Remus and I were simply talking, that’s all,” Logan said calmly. He didn’t even want to explain what he was thinking to Remus, much less Patton.

Remus sighed and gulped down the rest of the pop tarts.

“Yup… Just talkin’. I’m gonna go sculpt a dick or something, see you whores later,” he said, sounding defeated. He hopped off the counter and sunk down to his room.

Patton tilted his head in innocent confusion and looked over at Logan, “...Did something happen? He looked upset..”

Logan sighed and replied, “I’m not sure..”

He looked curiously at the counter where Remus had been previously seated. Was there something wrong? Was it something he said? He decided to check on him later, just to make sure.

“Do you need any help with breakfast, Pat?” he offered.

Patton shook his head and smiled, “No, I think I’m ok! Thanks though!”

“You’re welcome. I’ll be in my room if you need me,” he said.

“Okay! Make sure to come back downstairs for breakfast! Unless you’ve already had some?” Patton said, making his way into the kitchen to fix breakfast.

“I’ll get something to eat later, don’t worry,” Logan said. He gave a quick smile to assure Patton and made his way upstairs.

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baby-impalas · 4 years

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dating jacob barber would include...

a/n: i got so carried away i'm so sorry. this is post defending jacob (and we’re gonna pretend he was innocent)!

- ok ok - so - jacob can be kinda cold and distant - but around you he’s just the sweetest - bc you’re one of the only people he’s ever met - who’s just totally authentically themselves - and doesn’t give a shit abt what people think - and he loves that

- hand holding - lots of it - even under the table during Barber Family Dinners - oh his parents love you - Barber Family Movie Nights!!! - they let u join sometimes because - “you’re practically family now, yn” - they love how happy you make him - and whenever he talks about you to them - he gets a loving twinkle in his eyes - and they’re like !!!!!!! - being woken up by andy playing ac/dc - even though u were already awake and had to pretend to be sleeping bc of reasons - he watches the office u can fight me on it - lots of “that’s what she said” jokes - “you know that joke isn’t funny anymore” - “your mom isn’t funny anymore” - intense eyeroll - u guys watch the office together - and if u don’t like it he forces u to - but he kisses u a lot during it anyways so it’s fine either way - oh speaking of the office - that one song jan’s assistant, hunter, wrote - ya know - “that one night” “one night!” - yeah that one - sometimes if u guys are in a fight he’ll just start singing that song - and then you’ll join in - n suddenly ur not mad anymore - he also has kind of a decent voice - it’s not great - but u think it’s soothing to listen to - playing video games together!! - he only lets u win when ur mad - he’s real good - sometimes he’ll help u out or teach u little tips & tricks - u just laugh and call him a nerd - but secretly u think it’s sweet - ok hear me out - u guys watch ted talks together - cuz he gets impatient when he doesn’t know something - and he finds them helpful - so if ur around he makes u watch too - bc why watch ted talks alone - when u could watch em with ur cute ass girlfriend??? - cuddling - u wouldn’t think he’s a big cuddler - but he totally is - most of the time he insists on being big spoon - and it’s so cute - cuz he gets so insistent - “yn i swear to god if you’re not in my arms in the next five seconds-” - “what are you gonna do?” - pause - “kiss you.” - he loves when u do the butt thing - y’know the whole “just trying to get comfortable” thing - he has a lot of nightmares bc of the trial - sometimes he’ll wake up and cry - because he feels guilty even though he didn’t do it - and he’ll try to be quiet but you’ll hear him anyway - bc you’ve grown to be a lighter sleeper knowing he wakes up a lot - so you hold him and tell him everything’s okay - that it wasn’t his fault - that you love him and you’re there for him - and he kisses u till he feels better - honestly u were one of his only safe places after the whole incident - andy loves u for it - sometimes u help them cook - because jacob won’t - yeah so u love jacob - but his music taste is not a1 - all he sends u is rap music - and ur like okay cool but - then u send him a link to fallingforyou by the 1975 - and he loses his shit - he loves it so much - “how did they capture exactly what it was like falling in love with you?? how did they do that???” - so he asks u for more suggestions - and finally he broadens his preferences in that arena - but fallingforyou always holds a special place in his heart - cause it reminds him of the night u guys started dating - u were over at his bc you’d asked him to help u with homework - he was lowkey bummed cuz he thought that’s all u wanted - but he said fuck it and took a chance anyway - he kissed you - just a quick peck - you stared at him afterwards - in his mind he was just like - what

-- the

--- fuck - you’re such an idiot - of course she didn’t wanna kiss u - bc you’re you and she’s her - and how could anyone ever like the kid that everybody bullies- - but then u kissed him again - and he realized just how bad he had it for you - ok wait but going back to music - jacob has a weird obsession with the song apple bottom jeans???? - like - every time it comes on he gets the biggest smile - the dorkiest dance moves - he’s not good at dancing - but it’s cute

#jacob barber #jacob barber x reader #jacob is a love sick fool #defending jacob #this is so long i'm so sorry #dating jacob barber would include #jacob barber headcannons

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breaddaerb · 3 years

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Headcanons for Jett pls?

(Preferably for her backstory or relationships with the agents, if its not too much trouble.)

[ jett headcannons I ]

✎↷: of course, anon! it’s no trouble at all honestly, jett is one of the agents that i first got a soft spot for! apologies for any errors in here. have fun with these:

joon-hee comes from a larger, more populated city like busan or seoul. it makes sense, considering her card, and she’s most definitely taken part in the street food culture of the big cities. she has an older sister and an older brother, as well as her two parents. she gives off youngest kid vibes, so we’re going to go with it.

the age gap between her siblings wasn’t wide, but a gap enough to where joon-hee was equally influenced by her brother and her sister. she had a taste of everything growing up, but their family was happy. she was victim to various tantrums from time to time, back when her feelings were in jeopardy.

most prominently in her life was her dad’s food stall while her mom made a living elsewhere. in her voice line she mentions chopping 달래, which is wild chives in korean. chives are used frequently in 부추전 (chive pancakes), and is a common street food to find when visiting markets and oriental places. joon-hee has always had that culture born into her blood, with talking to the gossipy halmeoni down the street or giving a snack to the passing highschool students.

she’s been at the front of that shop since she can remember. learning how to cook with her appa was always something she looked forward to when she got home from school, eagerly running out from their home to go help him at the store. eventually, they evolved into a small business when she was in middle school, placed at the corner around their house, and made access to the store easier than before.

joon-hee’s home life was centered mostly on her dad. her siblings didn’t carry the same interest she did in the shop, and though they still knew how to help, it wasn’t the same as her own eager hands. her mother had somewhat of a distaste towards her youngest daughter working so much for their store, but she didn’t voice her dissent for it directly to joon-hee herself. it was clear her mother had a preference for her older siblings, though, and hardly gave joon-hee attention.

at this age, she was still as extroverted and rowdy as ever. good manners have been pressed into her, but she couldn’t resist going out to play soccer with her friends or playing tag. her parents didn’t mind mostly, since she could stay in shape that way, and it tamed joon-hee’s endless energy quite a bit.

she wasn’t the most popular in highschool. friendly, but she was incorporated into a mostly guy friend group with a few girls here and there. aside from working at the store, everything about her life was normal.

a fire. there was a fire in the store and jesus, she didn’t know what to do. her father had passed out in the smoke and she watched as it burned and withered around her. her body had moved on its own that time, and her hands shifted and twisted into fists. and then there was wind, soft like cotton yet harsher than steel. it ripped through the fire, building slowly until it grew more and more.

when it exploded, it didn’t take just her out, but her whole family. and the neighbors. and then the whole district.

by now, radiants had been discovered, but joon-hee never thought that she was going to be one herself. never thought that these ‘myths’ she saw on the news were real, encased in blue spirals that licked up her arm. she didn’t know what happened to these people, so she did what she knew best. she ran.

ran like her soccer practices, ran like she wasn’t a sixteen year old girl who barely had a clasp on the world yet. but she had scowered the streets away from her home and swallowed back the thickness in her throat, the one that had developed ever since she watched her family’s bodies get thrown into her own tornado.

kingdom found her like this. hopelessly lost, in search of a home and somewhere to belong. they took her in, raised her and trained her innocent mind. she was taught how to speak english and was forbade from associating herself with korea and her old identity. now, she was hawk, born out of air and sheer force.

it didn’t mean she forgot, though. her heart was as fragile as her, shriveling away from touch with regret feeling bile on her tongue. they told her that she had potential, that her own strength would pull her through out of any situation. all she had to do was let them help her and the deal was done.

joon-hee was stubborn, but desperate. she wanted her abilities gone, to be able to say that her whole existence and the first light had been a mistake to her. instead, they injected her with poisons, fed her powers to where she wasn’t even sure if she knew herself. this body was artificial, nothing like the lithe canvas used for scraping against grass.

with brain wash and evident threats, joon-hee became hawk. she was harsher, unable to help herself from leaping at someone, with her own management issues going unchecked. but she was the star of the show, not overlooked by either of her siblings. where her dad would encourage her and tell her that his ‘little bird was taking flight already!’

joon-hee encountered sabine while she was there. they didn’t see eye to eye and made nasty comments about each other often, but that was a part of life.

— i realized i wrote more than i had intended for the backstory portion that i’m just gonna.. skip over how jett joined protocol and get into relationships —

brimstone: she likes the man! he’s genuinely like a dad to her, which is hard to say when you look at how she grew up. she’s thankful for him swooping into her life, and while it’s fun to prank him and joke around, jett has always taken his affirmations to heart when it comes to self improvement. she still hates doing the stretches he tells her to do, but she still does them. disrespecting her elders is rude. (they help. but only a little.)

breach: breach? oh, he’s hilarious! jett had laughed her ass off when killjoy told her about how breach had broken her arm when they arm wrestled for the first time, and she holds it against her. it also gave breach respect in jett’s eyes, since such a burly man wouldn’t even go easy on the twig nerd. she challenges him to arm wrestles very now and then, and while she does lose, it’s mostly for jett to use as a measurement for how much she needs to improve. they play games together, too, since he’s such a good sport about it.

cypher: a little cryptic, but she likes him. they’re not the closest agents because of their severe differences, but they occasionally share a sneaky retort to one another after a mission or knock elbows together at the bar. jett has also managed to get him into some of her pranks and jokes every now and then, and they team up on phoenix sometimes when things are just too peaceful in headquarters.

killjoy: psh, her? she’s tech support. though, she did teach jett how to make gingerbread, so she guessed that she was okay to be around. jett likes to go to killjoy to find out what she’s working on and if it’s anything for her. usually the answer is a no, but when it isn’t, the two of them actually make up some pretty chaotic ideas together. if this were a highschool au, jett would totally try to bully killjoy into giving her the homework, and the engineer wouldn’t even need the bullying to give it up. she would rather not be harassed.

omen: he’s spooky, but they get along. omen isn’t a fan of jett’s recklessness, but he compliments her when she does something good, and it made her warm up to him just a little more. sometimes, jett will fly up to omen on a higher up position on site and give him a happy wave or a joke that she heard. the man is dull and numb about it, although one time when she actually got a chuckle out of him, it was like the whole world flipped upside down. jett takes pride in the memory specifically.

phoenix: her partner in crime, obviously. she can go from choking him out to talking about how to end the world together, and it’s one of her favorite things about him. jett tends to have no filter around the man and it’s the same the other way around. they have each other’s backs when it comes to being wingmen for each other or backing the other up on the battlefield. their chemistry is amazing, and while it’s dangerous to have them out together, brimstone would begrudgingly admit that they got a lot done,

raze: blow them all up, raze, jett is here for it! her taste for loudness and explosions goes sated because of the brazilian. the two of them talk about soccer together and play on the weekends, or can be seen in the living room tossing balls to each other by their knees. jett goes to raze when it’s something phoenix won’t understand, and the brazilian has provided to be an actually decent therapist. maybe it should start by opening up first..

reyna: scary. jett can keep up with her, but there’s something about the things that the woman says that sends chills down her spine. she never admits it because she’s fearless and doesn’t give a damn about anyone else, but reyna had told her that she could hear her heart racing and wow, that was really creepy and she may or may not be fearing for her life. they still mingle and talk, and jett can’t help feeling small underneath the woman’s presence. it isn’t to say that she won’t do everything in her power to prove otherwise.

sage: tall and pretty. jett likes having the woman help her out a lot, and the korean can often be seen going in and out of the medbay to check in on her. sage had shared her red ginseng tea for jett’s taro boba drink, and both parties ended up more satisfied than they had initially expected. their relationship is mainly jett flitting around her out of admiration, and they get along well in the whole gal-pals aspect of their bond. sage is like an older sister presence to jett, and she appreciates the woman taking care of her.

skye: skye is entertaining, but it always seems like the woman is a step ahead of her. she’s knowledgeable and buddy buddy with jett, and seems to read the korean so perfectly that the duelist has a hard time countering it. she never gives up, but more often than not, it leaves her feeling flustered and confused. skye pulled jett along to one of her morning ones and had to deal with a sluggish and slow assassin, which was much funnier than skye had thought. she does it occasionally just to dote on the younger woman.

sova: he’s a big baby to her, honestly. she’s seen him melt when sage complimented him before, and her view of him has never been the same since then. jett thinks of him like a walking teddy bear, and talking to him is more relaxing than her regular conversation with phoenix. she has a definite appreciation for him, but she wished that he would get himself out of the sky where she belonged. really, his drone freaked her out. when she mentioned it, he had tagged her with the dart in it, and that had hurt like hell.

viper: viper treats her like a young child. she’s not surprised by it, but it still frustrates her when it rubs in a little too hard. sometimes, the scientist notices this, and quietly reassures jett with something like ‘you did well today, regardless’. she’s back to business immediately after that, making the duelist laugh. jett can successfully talk to viper without fearing for her life too much, and her worries go mostly forgotten until she sees the syringe being pulled out from her lab coat. terrifying.

#valorant #valorant rp #valorant headcannons #valorant scenarios #backstory #angst #valorant jett #jett #valorant relationships #this was such a long one to write but it was still fun

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Revenge Pt. 4

Word Count: 2,874

A/N: Alright this is the final installment in this mini series that wasn’t supposed to be a series but I’m glad it turned into that bc a lot of people seemed to like it! I love him to the death of be but I REALLY dig into Patton on this one. Lil’ puffball had too much power in the last 3 fics. Enjoy! ~Michelle 🤍

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For the past three days, it’s been filled with laughter, screams and puddles of tears of mirth. And it was all thanks to Patton. Thanks to Patton and his completely evil ler mood, he managed to break down the other Sides one by one. But little did Patton know that they were planning their own plot of revenge on the low. And they planned it out perfectly. They decided to take everything Patton was doing to them and flip it back in him.

It was the next day after Roman and Virgil’s destruction and surprisingly, Virgil was the first one up. It took him a minute to maneuver his way out of Patton’s warm embrace from him staying in his room last night but eventually he did it and tucked the moral Side back in.

Virgil went downstairs and made breakfast for himself and patiently waited for everyone else to come downstairs but pray that Patton would be last.

“A very good morning to you, Virgil!” Roman exclaimed with a big smile on his face, excited for the events the day had in store for them.

“Morning, Princey.” Virgil gave a small half smile.

“Salutations, Roman and Virgil.” Logan nodded as he went to grab a cup of coffee.

“Morning, L.” Virgil said.

“Good morning, Microsoft Nerd!” Roman exclaimed once again, now making Logan smile.

“I hope you two are ready for today’s events.” Logan took a sip of his coffee.

“You bet your ass I am. My stomach is sore after last night.” Virgil sat back in his chair.

“I’m most certainly excited to see how Patton will take to the repercussions of his ler mood.” Roman smirked.

“Okay how is this gonna start?” Virgil asked. They all heard Patton come down the stairs.

“Just act natural and follow my lead.” Logan said as he adjusted his glasses.

“Morning, kiddos!” Patton beamed as he walked into the kitchen.

“Good morning, Padre!” Roman smiled.

“Morning, Popstar.” Virgil saluted.

“Good morning, Patton. I hope you had a restful night.” Logan said innocently. Patton nodded.

“I did! I was exhausted! By the time I got into bed, I was out like a light. Anyways, you guys ate yet? I’m about to make something for myself.” Patton smiled at the other three Sides.

“I already ate but thanks.” Virgil smiled.

“I actually am quite famished. Would you mind making me whatever it is you’re eating, Patton? If it’s not too much trouble of course.” Logan asked as he basically set his plan in place.

“Of course it’s not too much trouble, Lo! That’s why I asked, silly.” Patton ruffled his hair and the logical Side chuckled and moved to the side.

“You too, Roman? You hungry?” Patton asked.

“Yes please…” Roman gave his famous puppy eyes at Patton to make him laugh, and laugh he did. He came over to Roman and kissed his cheek.

“Alright boys. I hope you like waffles because that’s what I’m craving! I’ll let you know when they’re done.” Patton got to work in the kitchen. After a while, waffles were served and ate.

“Hey Patton, why don’t you let us help you out in the kitchen. Four pairs of hands are better than one, I suppose.” Logan stated.

“That’s really sweet of you three but I can do-“ Logan cut him off.

“Ah, ah, ah! What did we talk about the other night about accepting others' help, mister?” Logan smirked at Patton. Patton remembered that was what he had told him yesterday… well it’s always best to take your own advice.

“Alright, don’t you guilt trip me. You three can help.” Patton smiled. They all made their way to the kitchen. Virgil cleaned off the table, Roman threw the garbage out, Patton washed the dishes and Logan dried and put them away. He walked next to Roman and whispered in his ear.

“‘Ring Around The Rosie’.” Roman smirked. He knew why he said that. Roman started to hum the nursery rhyme and Patton took notice. He shrugged it off at first but then he started to feel a bit uneasy himself.

“Hey Patton, I think there’s a cup or two on the coffee table in the living room. Would you mind putting this bowl on the second shelf here while I go grab them?” Logan asked and stood back.

“Sure, I’ll do it!” Patton dried his hands a bit and grabbed the bowl and reached up to place it down on the shelf. His shirt rode up in the process. Logan smirked and nodded to Virgil that this was their chance. Logan was on Patton’s left and Virgil on his right. They both took one hang and dug their fingers into each of his sides as hard and fast as they could. Leading the paternal side to shriek and fall to the ground, luckily Roman was there to catch him but he was no help since he was just there to hold Patton still while Logan and Virgil did what they had to do.

“Aw Patton! I didn’t think you were that naive to fall for that little trick!” Logan mocked Patton’s words from the other day.

“Yeah c’mon Pat, this is your trick after all.” Virgil shrugged and smiled.

“WHIHIHIHIHY?!” Patton’s bubbly giggles kept rolling in as he kicked his feet.

“Is that a serious question you asked right now, Patton? You know exactly why we’re doing this. For the past two days you’ve taken your ler mood out on all of us!” Roman said as he placed tiny raspberries around his neck. Patton kept twisting and turning and shaking his head left and right. But nothing was working.

“NOHOHOHO MOHOHOHORE!!” Patton’s giggles turned to loud laughter at this point.

“Yes more!” Virgil smirked as his hand moved to the dip in Patton’s hip.

“So Patton. I’m going to graciously let you know how the rest of the day is going to go. What we want is for you to beg. We want you to laugh and scream and squirm and cry and everything in between. We’re gonna tease the living daylights out of you until it’s time for bed. Then we’ll really have some fun.” Logan gave the giggling Side beneath him a small smile. He had remembered he said the same thing to Logan yesterday. Then Patton realized now what they wanted to do and he started to feel panic within him.

“YOHOHOHOU LIHIHITTLE GIGGLEBUGS SEHEHET MEHEHEHE UP!!”

“Correction my dear, today YOU are the gigglebug and YOU set yourself up for attacking us yesterday!” Roman whispered in Patton’s ear and he squealed.

“Welp! Get ready, Patton because today’s gonna be a long freaking day for you!” Virgil laughed and they finally ran away from Patton. Patton was left in the same position he left Logan in the day prior. He realized that they were learning from him. Though he was flattered to share his creative secrets and tricks, he never thought of how they would use those secrets and tricks on him.

For the rest of the day, Patton was absolutely TORTURED. Anytime he’d be walking in the hallway, Virgil would come out of nowhere and squeeze his sides for a second before running away. Anytime he’d walk into the kitchen to get a drink, Roman would be right there to greet him with some surprise pinches to his ribs. If he reached up to grab something from the closet, Logan would gift him with his pointer fingers to his hollows in a split second and so on. It was like a jumpstart haunted house, but with tickles. By the time bedtime rolled around, Patton was completely giggled out. Hair messy, cheeks as red as Roman’s sash, and on guard at all times.

It was around 11 p.m. Patton was so very tired and ready for bed so without letting anyone else know, he made his way up the stairs but he screamed when he felt someone lift him up from the first step.

“UUUP WE GO!” Roman cheered.

“ROMAN NO!” Pain started giggling on the spot.

“And where exactly do you think you’re going, giggle monster?” Roman teased and he started to nibble around his neck and drop him on the ground.

“NO MOHOHOHORE PLEASE!! YOU’VE DOHOHONE ENOUGH!!” Patton pleaded but it was ignored.

“On the contrary my dear Patton, we haven’t even done anything for you to say we’ve done enough. What happened today was simply us getting you warmed up for what’s about to happen.” Logan smirked. They started to set him up. Virgil grabbed his arms and help them high above his head as he sat right next to his head. Logan proceeded to take his shoes and socks off and grab his ankles and hold his legs down while still having access to his feet. Finally, Roman sat on his waist.

“Now, it’s very late and we should all be asleep… but teaching troublemakers like you a lesson is fun!” Roman said happily.

“And I’ve decided to let Roman take the lead on this part. He is the singer.” Logan stared at Patton’s eyes as they widened in fear and excitement.

“ROHOHOMAN DOHOHON’T!! PLEHEHEASE DON’T!”

“I’m sorry, we’re you listening to us when we were telling you the same thing you’re telling us?” Virgil asked but Patton ignored the question.

“That’s what I thought. Roman, the floor is yours. Let’s just get right into it.” Virgil said. Roman took a deep breath.

““Round and round the garden, like the teddy bear.~” Roman sang as he listened to Patton’s precious laughter and spider his fingers to the middle of Patton’s tummy, Virgil spider his fingers to the hollows of his armpits and Logan spider his fingers from the tops of Patton’s feet and up his shins toward his knees.

“STAHAHAHAP IT!!” Patton tried his hardest to kick and squirm and pull but once he realized there was no escape, he braced himself.

“One step~...” Everyone’s fingers moved closer to the intended spots.

“BOHOHOYS C’MOHOHON!”

“Two steps~...”

“THIHIHIS IHIHISN’T FUHUHUHUNNY!”

“A tickly under… THERE~!” Roman dug his middle finger in Patton’s belly button, Virgil scratched his blunt nails in the center of his hollows and Logan fluttered his fingers behind Patton’s knees.

“YOHOHOHOU GUYS AHAHAHARE MEHEHEAN!!” The most Patton could do was twist his torso to the side but Roman’s hand simply followed, not letting his finger out of that belly button. Then after a few minutes, they stopped all movement and Roman began to sing again.

“Round and round the haystack, went the little mouse~.” Everyone went back to their original spots. Except for Roman. Roman wiggled his fingers on Patton’s sides whereas Virgil once again dragged his down Patton’s arms and Logan back up his legs.

“ONE VEHEHEHERSE IHIHIS ENOHOHOHOUGH!!” Patton laughed out as he tried staying still to brace himself yet again.

““One step~…” Roman started going for his ribs. Virgil finally made it to his neck and Logan got up close to his thighs. Patton’s giggles couldn’t be stifled so he didn’t say anything else yet.

“Two steps~…” Roman positioned his fingers in the spaces between the bones of his ribs. Virgil placed his finger under his ears and Logan made claws and held them at the center of his thighs.

“Into his little… HOUSE~!” Roman and Logan dug their fingers in as deep and as fast as they could, whereas Virgil took his sweet time fluttering around his ears and neck.

“IHIHIHI’M GOHOHOHINNA GET YOHOHOHOU TRIHIHIHICKSTERS BACK!!” Patton pulled around his right arm and got his hand free and immediately started batting at Virgil’s hands and pushing Roman’s away.

“HEY! What do you think you’re doing, huh?!” Virgil playfully scolded. Roman winked at him.

“Are you trying to escape, giggle monster?! Are you-“ Roman nodded at Virgil and they both gave him a double raspberry on each side of his neck. Patton screamed.

“IHIHIHI’M SOHOHORRY!! IHIHIHI’M SOHOHORRY!!” Patton pleased through tears of mirthful eyes and all three of the Sides laughed a little.

“Don’t let it happen again, mister.” Roman smirked. Virgil started waving his hand for Patton to give him his arm back.

“C’mon. Give it here.” Patton blushed and slowly raised his arm up again and Virgil gently took hold of his wrist and placed it back down to pin him again.

“Thank you, giggles.” Virgil smiled innocently. Patton whined.

“Hey you, don’t start to whine. You had this coming and you know it. And you know that you’re having as much fun as we are.” Logan stated with a smirk. As he said that, Patton’s breathing was regulated but not for long.

“Now! Like I was singing before I was so sneakily interrupted…”

“Round and round the lighthouse, up the spiral stairs ~…” Roman started to drag his pointer fingers up and down Patton’s sides while tracing his ribs while Virgil traces the shell of both his ears as well as down his neck and chin. Logan traces over his knees.

“Yohohou three ahahahahare mohohonsters!” Logan raises his eyebrows with a smile.

“Maybe so. But we’re the best kind of monsters.” Virgil nodded.

“One step~…” Roman sang as his fingers started becoming faster.

“He’s right, Pat. We’re the type of monsters who won’t stop at anything to make you laugh!” Logan smirked, knowing what Virgil was doing.

“Very true. We’re the type of monsters that feed off of the laughter of someone as adorable as you.” Logan added.

“Two steps~…” All three sets of hands became faster and faster which made Patton start kicking at all the gentle but fast movement.

“We’re the type of monsters who live to make someone like you smile against your will until we see tears of mirth.” Virgil said directly in Patton’s ear for everyone to hear, which in turn made Patton blush harder and lean his head to his shoulder.

“And riiiiiight up in the… AIR!” Roman squeezed Patton’s sides as fast as he could, Virgil wiggled his fingers on both sides of his neck while going down to his armpits and poking and prodding in there. Logan squeezed the special pressure point on Patton’s knees then went all the back down back to his feet so he could finally get his fingers on the arches of them, going up and down for what felt like hours for Patton. But in all actuality, it had only been 15 minutes.

“ENOHOHOUGH!! I CAHAHAHAN’T DOHOHO ANYMORE!!”

“Aww but Pat, I still got one more verse left.” Roman pouted.

“Don’t worry, Roman. You can finish it. I’m sure Patton here won’t mind. After all, who can say ‘no’ to adorable and friendly monsters like us?” Logan shrugged.

“Very true. But I can see that he’s worn out so I think our work here is done. HOWEVER, I will be singing this verse and we have to remind Patton what type of monsters we are!” Roman beamed.

“Round the world! Round the world! To catch a big bear! Where are we going to catch him?” Roman nodded and Virgil and Logan made their way to his sides to watch the show.

“Right… in… THERE!” Roman took a deep breath, much like Patton the other night, and gave him a very big raspberry, adding in some nibbles and kisses. Patton screamed then fell into silent laughter. Roman sat up and smiled at the moral Side. When he finally calmed down, he was blushing up a storm.

“Ahahare we dohohone?” He asked, sounding SLIGHTLY sad.

“Not quite yet, giggles. We gotta remind you what type of monsters we are. We named some reasons why we’re the best kind of monsters. But there’s one more reason why we’re the best.” Virgil said.

“The number one reason why we’re the best is though we can be very teasy, very evil, and very… very ruthless, we do know our limits and when to stop. And we love you.” Roman said. Patton started to smile at that reason.

“Do you now know what type of monsters we are, Patton?” Logan asked and Patton shook his head.

“Well it’s simple! The type of monsters we are…” Roman trailed off.

“Tickle Monsters.” They all said in unison as they gave him a group raspberry on his tummy and sides. Patton screamed once more and gave out some hiccups and snorts and they all finally backed off of him for the day.

“Well that was fun! But I think it’s time for all monsters to go to bed.” Roman smiled as he lifted Patton up off the ground.

“Yeah, I’m beat. I’ll see you guys in the morning.” Virgil saluted with one last poke to Patton’s side before walking up the stairs.

“G’night, kiddo.” Patton smiled and laid his head on Roman’s shoulder.

“Aww poor giggle monster.” Roman cooed.

“You knock it off, mister. I still got some tricks up my sleeve to deal with you soon.” Patton smirked which made Roman blush now.

“This was interesting but I’m going to bed myself. Farewell, everyone.” With that, Logan walked up the stairs.

“See you in the morning, L.” Patton waved.

“And then there were two.” Patton smiled.

“Alrighty! Well, what do you say we get you in bed?” Roman asked.

“That would be absolutely PERFECT.” Patton yawned.

#sanders sides tickle fic #sanders sides tickle #sanders sides #sanders sides fic #ler!logan #ler!virgil #ler!roman #lee!patton #tickle fic #tickle community

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emy-loves-you · 4 years

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Sanders Sides AU-gust Day 13: Rock Band

Patton is the most popular boy in school, yet he can’t get the attention of his three crushes. When he learns that they’re all starting a band together, he becomes determined to make their dreams come true. Patton POV, endgame LAMP

TW: Use of homophobic slur

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Patton Picani liked to think that he had superpowers. He could sway almost any person to be kind with just a smile. He could ask one question and topple an entire social norm. He could transform a nobody into a somebody with just a few words. It was his superpower, the ability to effortlessly sway the masses.

The truth was… complicated. Or rather, it was a series of scenarios and lessons that gave Patton this ‘superpower.’ The people who gave them to him? His parents, Emile and Remy Picani.

Emile and Remy loved their son very much and taught them everything they knew. This wasn’t a bad thing; Patton soaked up the lessons like a sponge. But the parents each had different things to teach him. Emile taught Patton everything he knew as a therapist so he could avoid conflicts. How to tell what someone’s feeling, what to say when someone’s upset, etc. Remy taught Patton how to grow up in a world turned against him. How to tell the difference between real and fake friends, how to lie with a straight face, how to spot a bully, etc. Emile helped Patton be confident in expressing himself with pastel colors and skirts. Remy helped Patton never lose a game of poker. So before Patton even started elementary school, he knew how to use his ‘superpowers.’

Patton also learned things on his own throughout the years. He learned that bullies were feared but not trusted. He learned that teacher’s pets would tell on you at a moment’s notice. He learned how to control the rumor mill, and which friends would stab him in the back. So in their tiny town with only three elementary schools, two middle schools, and one high school, Patton rose to power quickly. But Patton wouldn’t abuse his power. No, Patton tried to make a difference. He offered teacher’s pets protection and popularity in exchange for getting bullies suspended. He kept the rumor mill focused on the popular kids and away from the nobodies that couldn’t protect themselves. He ruined the lives of violent jocks and snotty rich kids with a few words and a disapproving frown. Bullying reached an all-time low, and by the time Patton was in high school he was the ‘friend’ of almost everyone in the city under the age of 21 (and all their parents. Patton was a model citizen, no one could dislike him).

But there was a cost for Patton’s power. Even though he was technically ‘friends’ with everyone, he didn’t have any actual friends. Everyone thought they were his friend, but after a while, everyone’s faces started to look the same. And even when they did catch Patton’s attention, they were usually too far down the social ladder for Patton to be more than casual acquaintances with.

There were exactly three people that caught Patton’s attention, and they just so happened to be his three crushes.

The first crush came in the form of Roman Prince. Like the name implied, Roman was a Disney Prince in terms of charisma and charm. He was in every school theatre production, and almost always the lead role. He would have been a popular kid, if not for his rivalry against Janice Mayberry. Janice had been at the top of the social ladder just as long as Patton had. She was extremely pretty, and a cheerleader to boot, so not even Patton’s influence could top the sheer power she held. So outside of the theatre group, Roman was a nobody. But Roman was also daring, and just, and drop-dead gorgeous. Patton attended every single play and musical, just to see Roman on stage. But beyond giving Roman a brief ‘congratulations’ at the end of each production, Patton couldn’t talk to him.

Patton could interact with his other crush a little more. Logan Berry was the definition of a nerd. He was in all advanced classes, he wore ties, he never got below 95% on any test. But he wasn’t a teacher’s pet. Actually, most teachers here hated Logan, for the simple fact that Logan would not let mistakes slide by. If a teacher said something wrong during a lesson, Logan spoke up. If a teacher graded something unfairly, Logan spoke up about it. The teachers always tried to report Logan for his ‘attitude,’ but the truth was he didn’t have an attitude. Logan only stated facts, and he kept his hand up politely while never having any sort of inflection in his tone. There were only a hand full of people that could make him show emotion, hence the nickname ‘robot.’ Patton wanted to speak up about the nickname, but he knew it would only draw more attention to Logan. But Logan wasn’t emotionless. He was kind, and patient, and helpful. Patton had needed help in his math classes, and his parents paid Logan to be his tutor. Patton ignored the fact the Logan was being paid to interact with him. Logan was extremely good with explanations, even when Patton couldn’t wrap his head around a concept. After a few weeks of math tutoring, Patton asked for help with English. One thing led to another, and they were basically study-buddies (with, you know, one of them being paid). But outside of study sessions, Patton couldn’t talk to him.

Then there was Virgil Storm. Virgil had transferred to their high school halfway through Freshman year. He was a loner, never seen hanging out with anyone. But something about him immediately drew in Patton’s attention. Maybe it was the (confirmed) rumors of Virgil getting kicked out of other schools due to fights. Maybe it was the way that his lips quirked every time he got a question right in class. Or maybe it was the way he looked in gym class, hoodie off and muscles exposed. Whatever the reason, Patton had been drawn to Virgil. Even if they had never spoken to each other. Well, until now.

It was September of Sophomore year, and Patton had been strolling down the hallway, minding his own business. He normally didn’t eat lunch at school, so he used this time to interact with teens outside of classes.

Crash!

Patton’s head whipped around, seeing a student shoved into the lockers. Now, that wouldn’t do at all. Patton quickly made his way to the fight, quickly recognizing the two teens. Virgil was on the ground with a bloody lip, while Jacob Smith stood over him. Jacob was captain of the football team, if Patton remembered correctly. Patton frowned as he noticed several of his ‘friends’ stand in the background but not help Virgil.

“Jacob!” Patton stepped between Virgil and Jacob, effectively pulling everyone’s attention towards him. Patton put on his best ‘disappointed’ expression. “Why are you hurting him?”

Jacob frowned. “He deserved it, Patton!”

Patton tilted his head slightly, making sure he kept the wide-eyed, innocent look. “What did he do?”

Jacob growled. “He’s a faggot that deserves to rot in Hell!”

Patton used all of his self-control to not show any of his shock. He didn’t know Jacob was such a homophobe. To use slurs and hurt a kid for being gay? That won’t do at all. Patton kept his curious look. “What does ‘faggot’ mean? Does it mean he’s a meanie?” Poor, innocent Patton wouldn’t know what that word meant. And Jacob Smith just sullied poor Patton’s mouth with those words. At least, that’s what everyone else thought.

Everyone stood in silence before someone spoke up. “It means he’s gay!” Patton couldn’t figure out who said that, but he mentally thanked them for giving him the perfect opening.

“So he got hit because he’s gay?” Patton hunched over slightly, pulling out all the stops for his ‘innocent, defenseless little lamb’ look.

Jacob smirked, glad to see that Patton was catching on. “Yeah, he deserves to be beat until he learns his lesson!”

Patton let his lip quiver as he summoned his crocodile tears. “B-but I’m gay!” While this wasn’t extremely common knowledge, it was extremely implied through Patton’s mannerisms and style of dress. Patton let the tears pour out. Several students started to approach as they caught on to what Patton was implying. “A-are you gonna b-beat me too?”

Jacob seemed to realize his mistake. “Pat-” He moved in to wrap his arms around Patton.

Patton flinched in (fake) fear, throwing his hands over his head. Still, what he yelled was loud and clear. “NO, PLEASE DON’T HURT ME!” Several students grabbed Jacob by the arms and dragged him away.

Janice approached Patton now, making sure to put some distance between them. “Are you okay, Pat?”

Patton let out a shaky sigh before lowering his arms. He gave Janice a wobbly smile. “Y-yeah. I’m gonna go wash my face in the bathroom. Can you go make sure Jacob doesn’t try this again?” Janice nodded, slinking off to wherever Jacob was dragged to. Now that all of the crowd was focused on Jacob, Patton turned his attention to Virgil. He was staring up at Patton with a mixture of awe and… fear? “C’mon, let’s go get cleaned up.” Virgil nodded mutely, getting up on his own. He grabbed his bag and a case of some sort (he probably dropped them when Jacob attacked him) before following Patton to the nearest bathroom. Patton grabbed some paper towels and got them wet before handing them to Virgil, who sat on the counter of the sinks. “Here, for your lip.” Virgil accepted it silently, dotting his lip to stem the bleeding. “I could take you to the nurse if you want.” Virgil shook his head no and Patton shrugged, moving to fix his makeup.

“Is it true?” Patton’s head shot up and Virgil looked away with a blush, hiding his face in his hoodie. “That you’re… um…”

Patton finished the question. “That I’m gay?” Virgil nodded, still blushing. “Yeah, I am. Are you also gay, or was Jacob accusing you of being gay for no reason?” Because if Virgil wasn’t gay, then that was an entirely different can of worms to deal with (one of which being Patton’s crush on him).

Virgil nodded. “Yeah, Jacob had seen my phone screen with me and my boyfriends.”

Patton tilted his head. He didn’t know that Virgil had boyfriends. “Can I see?” Virgil nodded, slowly taking out his phone to show Patton the lock screen. Logan, Roman and Virgil all stared at him, huddled under a mass of blankets. Patton felt his heart constrict at the fact that all of his crushes were dating each other so Patton didn’t have a chance, and smiled. “Awe, you look so cute together!” He moved to resume working on his makeup and accidentally bumped Virgil’s case with his foot. “What do you have in there?” He asked, genuinely curious.

Virgil blushed. “It’s a guitar. Me and my boyfriends were gonna practice after school.”

Patton let his eyebrows raise in shock. “You guys play guitar?”

Virgil turned even redder. “I do. Roman does bass and Logan does drums. We have a small band called The Sides. It’s nothing really.”

Patton’s eyes lit up. “You have a band? That’s so cool! Do you play at parties?” Patton hadn’t been to many parties lately.

Virgil sighed. “No, not yet. I don’t think we’ll ever be good enough for that.”

Patton shook his head. “I bet you are! Do you know how awesome it would be to have a live band at your party instead of some lame DJ? I promise, once you start promoting yourself, people will be begging to hire you!” Suddenly, the bell went off, signaling the end of lunch. “Oh, I’ve gotta go. See you later!”

Patton made a note to bring up playing instruments with Logan during their next study session. Even if Patton could never be romantically involved with his crushed, he could still make them happy. And if that meant pulling a few strings to make them the most popular music group in school?

Well, Patton was willing to pull a few strings for them.

#sanders sides #AU_gust_2020 #rock band au #LAMP #patton sanders #roman sanders #logan sanders #virgil sanders #Janus Sanders #fem janus

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kpop-zone · 4 years

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High school Blackpink reaction to their s/o causing them to get detention

A/N: I’m really sorry that Lisa’s and Chaeyoung’s are so much shorter!

Jisoo

When Jisoo looked at you, she knew that you were just hatching some mischievous plan. You were way too quiet. Right when the bell rang to indicate that recess was over, a smug smirk formed on your lips and you fixed your gaze on her.

“No.”

Jisoo said sternly without even knowing what your plan was.

But she didn’t even need to know. You only ever had shenanigans in your head.

“Come on, jagi.”

You whined but Jisoo simply ignored you.

You didn’t give up that fast though, so you stood between her legs and gave her puppy dog eyes.

“Pleaseee. You know how boring Ms. Choi is. Besides, you already know everything that she is teaching. You’re just smart like that.”

Jisoo knew that you were only praising her right now to make her soft. But it was totally working.

“What do you wanna do?”

She huffed annoyed and you grinned victoriously.

“Nothing bad. I’m just going to pretend that I have to puke. And then we’re gonna enjoy an extended lunch break.”

You winked at her and Jisoo felt torn.

She was a good student and didn’t want to ruin her reputation. But on the other hand, she was already hungry and really not looking forward to that class. Therefore, she gave in to you.

“Fine.”

Jisoo rolled her eyes and you squealed excitedly.

When Ms. Choi entered the room, you went to your seat well-behaved, but a smirk was playing on your lips. Only 5 minutes into the lecture, Jisoo could hear weird gagging noises from your direction and instantly all the students’ heads whipped around.

“Y/N! Aren’t you feeling well?”

Ms.Choi asked in shock and you shook your head vehemently with a pained expression on your face.

You were such a good liar, making Jisoo wonder if she should be more careful with you.

But then Ms. Choi asked who could accompany you to the bathroom and Jisoo quickly raised her hand. Dramatically you put your weight on her and let yourself almost be carried out of the room, but as soon as Jisoo had closed the door a wide grin played on your lips.

“We’re such a good team.”

You boasted while holding up your hand for a high five, but Jisoo only scoffed and started walking to the bathroom. As soon as you arrived, she climbed on the sink while attentively listening if somebody could barge into the bathroom.

“Relax, Jisoo. I even brought snacks as a token of my gratitude.”

You offered, catching Jisoo’s attention when you mentioned snacks.

Suddenly you pulled plenty of packaged food out of your clothes that the two of you started to devour together. Jisoo was completely immersed in her chips that she didn’t even hear Ms. Choi entering the bathroom and standing in the door for several seconds, staring at you sternly.

“I thought you had to puke?”

She suddenly asked and both of you jumped in surprise.

You grinned at her with your mouth still full, but your charms couldn’t save you this time. Ms. Choi condemned both of you to detention, causing Jisoo to throw a death glare at you.

You picked her up after her last class and together you walked to the detention room. Jisoo groggily plopped down on one of the seats and started doing her assignment. She was mad at herself for letting you pull her into that kind of trouble. She shouldn’t temper with her good performance like that.

You tried to play cute with her to get her to lighten up, but Jisoo was having none of it.

“Let’s just get this over with, Y/N.”

She mumbled, not wanting to get into more trouble.

Jennie

Jennie was checking if she had done all her homework properly, while you were standing in the front, surrounded by the other students who were hanging on your every word. She shook her head at the scene in front of her before focusing on the paper she had written. But then suddenly hands blocked her sight and she huffed, already knowing who was annoying her.

“Y/N!”

Jennie tried fighting you off, but she didn’t really have a chance against you.

Therefore, she accepted her fate, so you moved around her and sat on the table in front of her.

“You know, I think we’ve all worked hard today and deserve a little break.”

You started and Jennie knew that you wanted to cause trouble again.

“Y/N...”

She said suspiciously, but you put your innocent face on.

“What? I just want to ensure justice.”

You exclaimed heroic, making Jennie chuckle.

“And what are you trying to do right now? Asking me for permission? Because I know that you wouldn’t listen to me, even if I tried to talk you out.”

Jennie asked curiously, but you shook your head with a grin.

“No I need your brains. You wouldn’t happen to know how to lock a door without a key?”

You smirked, making Jennie look at you in confusion.

“Why should I know that? And besides, why don’t you just block the door handle with a chair?”

She responded and you seemed to be satisfied with the answer.

“My genius girlfriend. Come on...”

You grinned while holding out your hand for her to take.

Jennie looked at you with wide eyes, but you waited patiently until she grabbed it and let herself be pulled to the door.

“Guys, class is cancelled for today.”

You announced proudly, causing the other students to cheer you on.

Quickly you scribbled something on a piece of paper and hung it on the outside of the door before blocking it with a chair.

“What did you write on the paper?”

Jennie asked confused and you winked at her cheekily.

“That this room is inaccessible because of a pipe burst.”

Your creativity with your pranks never lacked to amaze Jennie, even if she pretended to be unimpressed right now.

The whole class was dead silent when their teacher shook the door handle and eventually left while cursing. Afterwards, everyone broke out in laughter and you enjoyed your free time. At one point, however, someone needed to go to the rest room and your prank started to go the wrong way. As soon as your classmate had left the room, you heard the furious voice of your teacher yelling in the hallway.

A few seconds later, he stormed into the classroom and looked at all of you sternly.

“Who was behind this?”

He asked upset and started to threaten the whole class with detention when no one raised their hand, causing you to eventually stand up.

“It was me.”

You admitted with only little regret in your voice, but Jennie didn’t want you to get into any trouble. You were known to be a prankster and your punishment surely would be severe.

“No it was me.”

Jennie suddenly blurted out, causing the teacher to look at her in disbelief.

But despite her being a straight A student, he didn’t show any mercy and condemned both of you to detention.

Together you walked to the detention room after your classes had ended, while you looked at her guiltily from the side, because Jennie pretended to be mad at you for getting her in trouble. In reality, Jennie wasn’t mad though. She had fallen for you because of your “rebellious” side in the first place and she enjoyed that she could proof that she was more than just the nerd today.

She was a little concerned what her parents would say, but that was a problem for later. Now she was looking forward to spending some time with you. Detention wasn’t the best premise, but any time spent with you wasn’t that bad.

Chaeyoung

Chaeyoung was one of the good ones, you knew that. And you didn’t plan on changing that, even though you were a troublemaker yourself. You liked that the two of you were polar opposites and balanced each other really well. That’s why your bad conscious was killing you right now. You held your crying girlfriend in your arms and tried your best to give her comfort.

You had known that your plan wasn’t quite allowed, but you also hadn’t thought that you would be caught. Your school was up a hill, so you thought that you surely had a beautiful view on the city from the rooftop. Therefore, you figured out a way over the past weeks how to sneak up there. Today you had finally wanted to take your girlfriend on the rooftop and have a cute lunch date.

Unluckily, you were surprised by the school’s janitor and some craftsman though, because the roof had a hole that needed to be repaired.

Both of you were brought to the principal who punished you with some detention. You were already used to staying longer at school. Chaeyoung, however, had never been in trouble before. She had begged the principal to not tell her parents, but of course he called them.

Therefore, your girlfriend was clinging to your body now, while crying.

“What if they’ll force me to break up with you now?”

She sobbed, but you patted her back calmingly.

“Don’t worry, jagi. Your parents are super cool. They won’t make that big of a deal out of this.”

You said confidently, hoping to ease your bad conscious and stop your girlfriend from crying.

One thing was for sure. You would never get your girlfriend in trouble ever again. She was way too worried about her school performance and what her parents thought.

After a while, Chaeyoung calmed down and did her assignments at record pace and with a much higher quality than required. When the teacher that supervised you, praised your girlfriend for her extraordinary work, she started blushing lightly but was in a much better mood afterwards.

Lalisa

You didn’t need much convincing for Lisa to join in on your prank. She might be a straight A student, but she was definitely not one to say no to trouble.

Therefore, she giggled excitedly when you made your way to the secretary’s office. You hid around the corner and looked at Lisa.

“You ready?”

You asked her and she gave you a cheeky grin and a thumbs up in response.

The two of you waited until the principal’s assistant went to the restroom before slipping into her office.

You waited at the door to keep watch while Lisa quickly went to the microphone and started blasting ‘Swalla’ through the speakers. She started laughing mischievously and dancing to the rhythm. You were so focused on your girlfriend that you hadn’t even realized that the secretary had come back and was now standing behind you with her face red in anger.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

She yelled and Lisa threw her phone in surprise, making the music stop abruptly.

You looked at your girlfriend with wide eyes, but when she met your gaze, you could see that she was trying really hard not to laugh. You truly had fallen for a troublemaker.

The two of you were brought to the principal and he punished you with several hours of detention and some assignments. Nevertheless, a wide grin was playing on Lisa’s lips as soon as you excited the principal’s office. She put her arms around your shoulder and walked with you to your first hour of detention.

“That was fun. We should try that again.”

She grinned and you chuckled in response

You had found your partner in crime.

#blackpink reactions #blackpink #jisoo #jennie #chaeyoung #rose #lalisa #lisa #girl group reactions #girl group #kpop reactions #kpop #blackpink imagines #girl group imagines

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sortasirius · 4 years

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dean for the character thing!

Ah. The one. My comfort character. Strap in bucko.

Dean

How I feel about this character: Not to be a dramatic asshole but he is literally the love of my life. In the beginning, he hides all his emotions behind this macho bravado, womanizing personality, all sarcasm and sass, but he’s always been the one with all the emotions. He’s so fucking smart, he loves Vonnegut and Tolstoy, he’s naturally good at engineering and math, he can rewire literally anything and make it work again. He’s a kick-ass mechanic, literally built Baby back from the ground up without even thinking about it. He’s an amazing cook, he’s a natural giver, and is always willing to protect the people he cares about. He loves fiercely, and has a hard time believing the people he loves would do him wrong. He loves Taylor Swift, he loves rom coms, he loves cucumber water. He has hotdog pajama pants and noodle socks that say “Send Noods” He wanted to be a rock star. He had to become a parent at five years old, and he always put Sam first, even when he was given another choice, a way to get out of the life, he chose Sam. He’s a great hunter, he can figure out the through-line or the mo of the bad guy before almost anyone else. He’s a drama queen™ He’s good with babies, kids, and teenagers. He stands up for people that are being bullied. He sings when he’s nervous. He knows how to flirt his way past a man. He’s a big nerd that would absolutely be into DND. His comfort show is Scooby Doo and he watches it when he’s sad. He calls himself the Meat Man. He can sing even though he pretends he can’t. He’s made some really fucked up mistakes. He took the Mark of Cain, he’s killed innocent people that didn’t deserve it sometimes, he let an angel possess Sam and didn’t tell him about it, he kicked Cas out to protect that secret, he pushed Jack away and othered him because of his anger about Cas and Mary. But at the same time, he’s overcome so much. He’s literally gone to Hell and back, gotten through the Mark of Cain, escaped unscathed from Michael, gotten through the connection to Amara, from being a demon. He’s gone through so much grief but it’s never stopped him from loving and accepting love from others. I could go on for hours about him, about how much he means to me, how much I love him. I know it sounds sappy as hell, but he will truly be with me for the rest of my life.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: I will give you one guess lmao. I mean, it’s Cas, it’s always been Cas. I love their married energy, I love the way they will literally use their last breaths to sass each other. I love the random things that just make me go ???????? (”Not every hookup’s perfect”, the mixtape, “And you’re gonna storm in righttttt now”, “what broke the connection?” “I’m not leaving here without you” THE PRAYER?????). I also love that Dean shows him movies and gets upset if he doesn’t remember them. I love Endverse, and how Ben Edlund basically said “yeah they fuck in the Apocalypse lmao.” The way they look at each other literally makes me nauseous sometimes. That profound bond is something else, and I’ve had my clown paint on since 15x01 aired lmao.

NOT Cas related, I really don’t mind Lisa (my hatred of anyone that wasn’t Cas as a teenager was born of hmmmmmm my own self hatred), I think she was exactly what Dean needed, she was a way to get out of the life, but it still wasn’t something he could ever escape. I’ve always loved the way she listens to him, the way she tries to understand a world that she really can’t wrap her head around. I also love how good of a mom she is. Also Cassie, listen I know we only got that girl for one episode but I’ve been in love w her ever since. And of course, my boy Lee. Y’all wanna talk chemistry? I haven’t seen Dean have that kind of chemistry with anyone other than Cas. Also I’m just extremely partial to everything in that ep bc ya know.....canon bi Dean for me so I’m just a little bit in love with them and their ultra tragic backstory.

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Sam or Benny. I already talked about him and Sam a little bit here, but I just love those two codependent bitches so much. They will literally sacrifice anything for each other (Dean literally walked away from a normal life because of Sam) and I am soft for them. BENNY. My boy, that Southern bastard who I would gladly die for. He and Dean have such fratbro energy, they are so funny together, so at ease with each other. I LOVED S8 Purgatory, like LOVED it, and I still wish they had had the budget to like make Ty a permanent recurring character, because it was just so easy for he and Dean to be together. They had a bond that I don’t think anyone else (Sam and Cas) understood, and I still wish I could watch a whole season of them in Purgatory, how their relationship went from grudging trust to “I would die for you in a heartbeat”

My unpopular opinion about this character: a LOT of this boy’s problems would be solved if he talked about his trauma. He doesn’t really talk about anything he’s been through with anyone, not even Sam, and his drinking isn’t a funny coping mechanism, it’s dangerous and I wish he’d stop doing it.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: also should’ve punched John in the face lmao. Also there are just a lot of softer moments that I know happened offscreen that I wish we could have seen. Like I don’t ~care~ if it’s boring I want to see Dean make Sam chicken soup when he’s sick and teach Jack about mechanics and watch movies in his bedroom with Cas! What are Dean’s favorite romcoms???? What was on the MIXTAPE?????? These are all things I would pay millions of dollars to see.

Link to OG post

Ask me character opinions!!

#dean #spn #lilly answers #anonymous #thanks for asking this bc im assuming you knew it was going to be a book #i have a lot of feelings about him #dean winchester #supernatural

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turtles-imagines · 5 years

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Turtles (you pick which universe) reaction to noticing their crush has really small and dainty hands, maybe they notice when crush hands touches theirs?, the turtles hands are bigger than the average human, but their crush hands are actually smaller than the average human?

You didn’t specify which era so I’m just gonna do TMNT DC Universe.

Leo 💙:

- Leo thinks everything about you is really FUCKING cute. Your cute little nose, your cute little ears, your cute little EVERYTHING. He almost DIES when he realizes your hands are small. I mean he’s pretty tall and you’re pretty short but IT’S SO CUTE.

- He looses his composure as soon as he realizes how small your hands are. He’s read in the face and starts to stutter. He covers his face with his large hand out of embarrassment. He’s so embarrassed he probably leaves the room.

- Leo is probably gonna hear about this for the next month. His brothers are relentless. Every time you’re in the lair Donnie can’t help but chuckle at his older brother. Mikey won’t shut up about it weather or not you’re in the lair. Raph keeps discreetly making hand jokes towards you.

- You’re super confused. Why is Leo acting off? And why is Raph making hand jokes? Is this a sex joke or something? You ask Leo about who ends up loosing his cool again and only mutters something along the lines of “They’re really small”

- Secretly, his bros ship you guys soooo much. Everyone is secretly hoping this is just the last little shove needed by Leo until he finally opens up and confesses to you.

Raph ❤️:

- Like Leo, Raph is a mumbling mess once he realizes how small you actually are. You’re sooo small and delicate and he’s so large and intimidating. You’re too cute when your shoot him a confused look.

- Unlike Leo, he’ll probably come right out and say “Damn you’re too small kiddo”. This will probably earn him a playful punch in the arm. He immediately starts chuckling at you and his soft spot for you.

- Raph is always making jokes about how small you are. He’ll probably call you nicknames like Shortstack or Shortie or Tiny. He likes to hold whatever you’re lookin* for far above your head so you have to jump for it. He likes to play with you like this.

- On a darker note, Raph realizes how small you are. He realizes you’re innocent and that that makes you a target. He’ll offer to teach you how to fight. He figures if he can train you than you’ll be able to defend yourself.

- Headcannon I have: Raph likes to knit. He will knit you little red mittens so they’ll keep your small hands warm. Mikey will never let him live this down.

Donnie 💜:

- This nerd thinks you’re tiny hands are literally the greatest thing that has ever happened in the history of the world. He’ll literally say “You’re tiny hands are adorable” in the nerdiest way. He laughs it off.

- Sometimes he’ll find himself reaching for your hands. He doesn’t mean to do it and when he does he’ll profusely apologize for it. He doesn’t want to seem like a creep. He almost yells when you reach back.

- He’ll notice a lot about your hands. He notices the new coat of nail polish or the new ring that April gave to you. He notices the new cuts and callouses that appear. He thinks your hands are beautiful.

- He’s more likely to give you hand oriented gifts. Hand lotion, nail polish, gloves, rings, and bracelets are all fair territory. He will also pick up random trinkets that he finds that he think you (or your hands) will like.

- The only person who he talks about his infatuation with is April. April basically knows everything about Donnie, including his fondness for you and your cuteness. She’ll probably end up pushing Donnie to ask you out on a date.

Mikey 🧡:

- Mikey is totally upfront about how cute he thinks you are in general. He doesn’t hold back on how small you’re hands are. He’s immediately commenting on how tiny they are and he’s grabbing them to compare their size to his. He thinks they’re too cute.

- Mikey won’t shut up about it for the next week. You’ll probably get like 40 missed calls from Donnie or Raph begging you to do something about it. Every other word he says is about you and you’re tiny hands.

- It becomes somewhat of a joke between you two. Whenever someone even says the word “hands” you start laughing like crazy. Your name in his phone is probably something along the line of “Tiny Hands” or “Small Hands”.

- Constant hand pickup lines. Like they’re really REALLY cheesy too. It’s soooo bad. Raph has tried to stab Mikey multiple times. Whenever he drops a dumb pickup line his brothers all sigh in unison. It’s bad.

- Speaking of hands, Mikey will do whatever hand beauty treatments you do. He’ll sit cheerfully as you widdle away at his nails, giving him a manicure. It makes him feel sharp.

#donnatello #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turltes #tmnt imagines #teenage mutant ninja turtle imagine #batman vs tmnt #tmnt dc #batman vs tmnt imagines #tmnt dc imagines #dreams-delusional #leonardo #raphel #michelangelo

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solesurvivorkat · 4 years

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FC5 Deputy GFH Dialogue

(Quickie ‘Katie IRL’ Update: So sorry for lack of writing... to be succinct, I might have a sleep disorder, possibly Sleep Apnea - been very tired/lethargic for several months now, finally have a test scheduled for late August. Will have to ‘make do’/power through fatigue until then. I will do my best to jump-start my writing {and my YT channel} until then!

Also - as for ‘I Need to Tell You’ (FC5 no-cult AU fic) - I don’t think I have a ton of readers for that one, so I’m just gonna stick to the movie-plot where I can & finish it up {the end is nearing!}. If anyone wants to read anything else from that ‘verse, lemme know & I’ll whip something up - otherwise, I’m gonna finish that up & get back to working on ‘The Book of John’ again, which is loooong overdue {poor Sarah’s been in John’s bunker forever, lol!}. THAT said... )

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Deputy Sarah Rook

(NOTE: My apologies if Sarah’s dialogue is similar to anyone else’s OC’s... I promise and swear that if it happens, it’s purely coincidental. I am adamant about not {purposely} stealing anyone else’s creativity! <3 Also, this is quite long... but it’s not everything in FC5, so if you like it & want even more, just lemme know, lol.)

With Fangs for Hire:

Boomer: “Aww, who’s my sweet, brave boy?” (kisses forehead) - “Good boy, Boomer!” - “I know what it’s like to have someone you love taken away from you... but don’t worry boy, you’re not alone. And I’ll do everything I can to make sure you never are again.” - “I won’t let Eden’s Gate use you, I promise.” - “Boomer, go!” - “Rae-Rae won’t have died in vain, I promise you.”

Peaches: “I’m... usually more of a dog person - but as long as I get to keep all my fingers and limbs, I’m satisfied.” - “Peaches, attack!” - “Us girls gotta stick together, right?” - “Hmm... one blue eye, one brown. Unique!” - “Needless to say, a cougar’s a very dangerous pet. Miss Mable never should have tried to raise you in captivity. Still... it can be handy to have a cougar for an ally.” - (gives affectionate pets) “Aww, my sweet little ‘danger kitty’...”

Cheeseburger: “You’re like a... big, dangerous teddy.” (laughs) - “Cheeseburger! How are ya, buddy?” - “Wade was sweet to look after you. I promise I’ll try to do the same.” - “I will not let Jacob take you.” - “Ohh, those big brown eyes of yours...” - “I can’t believe Wade not only found a collar to fit you, but also one that had cheeseburgers on it. Wow.” - “I’m glad you’re on my side, boy.” - “No, I can’t give you any more cheeseburgers. ...Stop looking at me like that, you know they’re not good for you. ...You’re on a diet, remember? ... (sighs) .....Okay, ONE burger. Don’t tell anyone.”

With other Guns for Hire:

Sharky

(serious) “Sharky... just between us... you’re the best friend I’ve ever had.” - “Sharky... never change.” (smiles)

“Sharky, I know fire is your, uh- ‘specialty’, but... you need to try not burning down half the forest with us!”

“Anything you say, Charlemagne.”

“You and Hurk are a dangerous duo - in more ways than one.”

(horrified, after hearing about his mom/parents) “Anyone who'd do that to an innocent baby doesn’t deserve them. You’re better off, Shark.”

(cheesy grin) “I hope Eden’s Gate stocked up on ‘Shark repellent’!”

(when fighting together) “Time for a ‘Shark attack’!” - “You’ve got us between a rock and a shark place!” - “Sarah and Shark, makin’ their mark!” - “You might be better off using your gun here, Sharky.”

“Disco, Sharky? Really? (sighs) ...All right, to each his own.”

“Hey Sharky, got a bad joke for ya - what’s a shark’s favorite bible story? ...’Noah’s Shark’!”

“Ride or die, buddy!”

“No matter what, I’ve always got your back, Sharky.”

Grace

(chuckles nervously/anxiously after seeing ‘serious/deadpan Grace’) “Sorry, I... joking around is kind of my ‘defense mechanism’...”

“A medal in the Olympics... that’s amazing, Grace. ...Er- no pun intended.”

“For what it’s worth... thank you for your service to our country.”

(after Grace mentions destroying copies of ‘Only You’, Sarah chuckles sadly) “Y’know, it’s funny... I actually used to like that song...”

“I know you want to protect your dad’s grave, I do completely understand... but we also need to help protect innocent people that’re still living too, you know? They need us... need you.”

Hurk

"Hercules Drubman Junior - as I live and breathe." (smiles)

“Hurk, I... don’t think a rocket launcher is the best weapon to use right now...”

“As... ‘tempting’ as ‘Hurk’s Gate’ sounds, I... don’t think it’s quite for me.”

(at a loss for words) “...Oh Hurk...”

“Y’know Hurk... there is a lot more to life than beer, drugs, and sex...” - (Hurk {looks horrified}: “...Say whaat? What’choo talkin’ ‘bout, Dep??”)

“Hurk, just... be careful.”

(stares blankly, then slowly raises an eyebrow) “...Monkey... King/God??”

“No offense dude, but... if your dad doesn’t stop talking I may have to ‘accidentally’ shoot him.”

(sneaking around) “You’re not exactly the ‘king of stealth’. Why don’t... you hang back here for a minute? I’ll signal you or call out if I need you.”

“To each their own, but ‘partying’ is... not really my thing.”

Adelaide

(pointing in turn to Sharky, Hurk, then Addie, during ‘tongue-in-cheek’ suggestions for Sarah) “No, no, and HELL no.”

(Addie: "Punch it Chewie! ...Bet you got a kick out of that, you fuckin’ nerd.") “Hey- I love the reference, and I’m proud of who I am. ...Mostly.” (smiles)

“Addie, for the last time - no, I did not inspect John's underwear drawer when I was at Seed Ranch. I was a little occupied at the time.” (turns bright red as Addie looks thrilled) “...That- that’s not what I meant!”

(reluctantly) “Addie? I kind of need some... ‘womanly advice’.” - (Addie, eyebrows raised: “And you came to me?? Oh hunny...”)

“While I appreciate your... ‘openness’, no - I do not need ‘tips’ from you and Xander about ‘positions’.”

“Addie... ‘showing more cleavage’ is not going to help me with the Seed brothers or Eden’s Gate, despite your insistence.”

“...I am not playing ‘Fuck, Marry, Kill’...”

Nick

(after flying Carmina - and puking once landed) “Nick... if you ever make me do that again... I don’t know what I’ll do, but it’ll be bad.”

“Flying may be great for you, but I’m much happier with my feet on the ground.”

“I’ll protect you and your family as much as I can - that’s a promise.”

“Defending your business, plane, home, family, and friends like you have been... I’m sure your family would be very proud of you.”

“There he is, ‘King of the Skies’!”

“You and Kim... you’re lucky to have each other. I kind of envy that.”

“Rook and Rye - on land and in the sky!“

“I know fighting Eden’s Gate is important, but... don’t forget to be there for Kim too. We’ve [the Resistance] got this... Kim and your baby need you more.”

(After Carmina's born) "How's Kim and the baby? You'd better be taking good care of my goddaughter!"

Jess

“I know we grew up in very different ‘environments’, but... I also know what it’s like to feel alone for a long time. No pressure, but... I’m here if you ever need someone to lend an ear.”

(re: Jess’s insane survival skills) “...You’ve got to teach me that/how to do that sometime.”

“You’re related to Dutch? Wow, that’s... kinda cool.”

“I thought I swore a lot, but... wow.”

“Yeah... I’m not one for small talk, either.”

In Combat

(to herself, stressed) “Jesus, Mary, and Joseph...”

“Aw shit...”

“Fucking Peggies!”

(to herself, quickly and quietly) “You will not fear the terror of night, nor the arrow that flies by day...”

“Let’s kick some Peggie ass!”

(to herself) “I can do all things through him who strengthens me...”

“May God have mercy on you.”

“I don’t think my soul is the one that needs saving!”

Driving

(hears ‘Oh John’ on the radio & starts humming along. After a couple seconds, realizes what she’s doing and shakes her head, murmuring to herself) “...Damnit...”

“I’m driving? If you say so.”

“ ‘Roads? Where we’re going, we don’t need... roads.’ “ (smug grin)

“I used to like driving. Found it kind of relaxing, most of the time. ...That was before I started having to get used to being pursued and chased down by Eden’s Gate trucks.”

“Time for... LUDICROUS SPEED!”

“Fasten your seatbelts... it’s going to be a bumpy ride!”

Idle

“...So...?”

“Everything okay? Do you need a break?”

“I don’t know if you’re aware, but I spent most of my life in New England - Connecticut, actually. Born and raised. I moved out to Hope County only a few years ago, when the Deputy job opened up. Thought it’d be... a ‘fresh start’. ...Definitely didn’t expect anything like all this to happen.”

“I used to roll my eyes - or want to - every time the Sheriff and the other Deps called me ‘Rookie’. They thought it was so funny, on account of my last name and all, and me being the newest addition to the department. Now that we’re all spread out and fighting against the cult... I think I kind of miss it.”

“Some of the most horrible things imaginable... have been done by people who claim they had ‘good reasons’ behind their actions.”

“There’s an old proverb that states, ‘Hell is full of good meanings, but heaven is full of good works’. ...There’s a lot of wisdom in that.”

“God has a reason for everything, even if we don’t always understand why...”

“The right thing to do is not always the easy thing to do...”

“Faith is believing in things when common sense tell you not to.“

“Imagine the things we could accomplish... if we would just try.”

“ ‘Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, hate leads to suffering.’ ...Make fun of me all you want, but it’s true.”

“I do love nature. ...You know... when it’s not being interrupted by religious idiots.”

“Courage isn’t the absence of fear... it’s deciding that something is more important than fear.”

Recruiting/Greeting

“I’ll do everything I can... you can count on it.”

“Good to see you again.”

“Let’s do this.”

“Stronger together!”

Dismissal

“Until we meet again - stay safe.”

“Call me if you need me.”

“Done already? Aww, you’re killin’ me, Smalls.”

Injured/Down

“God damnit... not yet...”

“FUCK!”

“This can’t be it...”

“I’m sorry... I tried...”

“I need some help!”

Revived/Assisted

“Thanks... now let’s teach these assholes a lesson they won’t soon forget.”

“Never tell me the odds!”

“Never give up, never surrender!”

“Thanks for the help!”

“Thanks... our work’s not done yet!”

Stealth

“Shh... ‘silence is golden’, remember?“

“Keep a low profile!”

“Be cautious...”

“Don’t let ‘em see you comin’...”

“ ‘Even a fool who keeps silent is considered wise...’ ”

Being aimed at

“Watch where you’re pointing that.”

“I’m a much better shot than I let on. Just remember that.”

“Two hits - me hitting you, and you hitting the ground. I suggest you aim elsewhere.”

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

Location-Specific:

By any body of water: “When I lived in Connecticut, I loved seeing the ocean. The lakes in Montana can be beautiful, but... it’s not quite the same.”

The Henbane: “Freakin’ Bliss.” / “Please promise me... that you’ll never, ever let me end up like one of Faith’s Angels.” / “Exploiting people’s weaknesses and fears to get them to do what you want... it’s wrong on so many levels.” / “Rachel Jessop wasn’t the first, or even the second ‘Faith Seed’... I wonder if she’s ever afraid of ending up like them.” / “God wants people to follow him willingly, to choose to do good - not be forced into it with trickery and fear. Even if - in an insane world - Joseph was right, it doesn’t excuse the things that Eden’s Gate has done. If they have a message to spread, this isn’t the way to do it.”

Holland Valley: “Saying ‘Yes’ to everything doesn’t make you a better person.” / “Many people know the seven deadly sins... but few people can name - let alone even know about - the 'seven virtues': chastity, temperance, charity, diligence, patience, kindness, and humility. ...But you don’t see John tattooing those on people.” / John is... he’s done some horrible things. Committed heinous acts. But knowing the life he had to endure as a child when the Duncans adopted him... I hate so many of the things he’s done, but... part of me can’t help feeling sorry for him, too.” / “Underneath all those layers of ‘jackass’, way, waaaay deep down... I think there’s a lot of hurt and pain in John.”

The Whitetails: “Jacob acts like having feelings, friends, caring for things and people makes you weak. It’s just the opposite... having things to fight for - people to fight for - is a strength. More than just a ‘purpose’ - it’s a blessing.” / (angry) Jacob turning me into a weapon of destruction... he’s going to pay for that. / Forcing Bliss on animals to turn them into Judges... it’s wrong on multiple levels. / “I’m ‘weak’, Jacob? I’ll show you what a ‘weak’ person can do.”

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Can Sports Manga Really Break Through in North America?

Here we are in the summer of 2020 and it’s usually San Diego Comic-Con time. And with it comes discussion of how manga is doing in 2020. There was a Manga Publishing Industry Roundtable discussion at Comic-Con with representatives from almost all of the U.S. manga publishers (which you can watch here) about what’s happening in the U.S. side of things. While manga sales have dropped due to the early months of the COVID-19 pandemic, they have rebounded back in some ways. A great thing about this is that it’s not just mainstream titles that are selling; it’s also series that are from other genres like slice-of-life and horror.

Which now leads into the title of this post because at the end of the discussion, publishers were asked about what they would like to see in the future. Erik Ko, chief of operations at UDON Comics, said something that really piqued my interest. He said that he wants to see if sports manga can truly break out in North America (i.e. reach levels of sales and popularity a la My Hero Academia, Demon Slayer, etc.). Erik mentioned how his daughter loves Haikyu!! on Crunchyroll and watched all 3 seasons multiple times (It’s also mentioned that Haikyu!! sold well during the pandemic for its U.S. publisher Viz Media).

While the manga has officially ended as of this writing, Haikyu!! will last for a while as the anime will have a 4th season and possibly more. However, while Haikyu!! is loved by a lot of anime/manga fans, it’s not exactly a series that has gotten EVERY shonen fan or manga reader talking. With the many sports manga licenses that manga publishers have gotten over the past few years, it doesn’t sound like there’s significant traction.

This does beg the question of what will it take for sports manga to really catch the eyes of manga readers here in the United States.

For starters, I’ll discuss a bit about the history of sports anime here in the United States. It’s been noted that a lot of sports anime do not tend to sell well over here. There was an Answerman article on Anime News Network answering “Why Do Sports Anime Bomb in North America?” that really goes into this. While it’s noted in the article that Yuri!! on Ice and Free! are indeed sports anime and have sold well, almost all discussion about those series revolves around the relationships between the male characters. Sports play second fiddle to the relationships compared to series like Haikyu!!, Slam Dunk, and Captain Tsubasa (where the sports aspect is still preached a lot).

Speaking of Captain Tsubasa, if you don’t know about this series, this is the one sports anime/manga that generated a lot of love overseas in countries that worship football/soccer. In the Manga: The Citi Exhibition book, there was an article on the promotion of Captain Tsubasa in Baghdad, Iraq by the Japan Self-Defense Force. The series was promoted via pictures on water distribution tanks in Iraq in the mid-2000s’ as a way to make Iraqi children smile. During the U.S. occupation of Iraq, Japan would later work with Iraqi media channels to show programming that would help encourage the country. One of these shows happened to be Captain Tsubasa, which was dubbed in Arabic. The series’ fandom took off from there and more places in the Middle East (like Saudi Arabia) even got in on the action using hacked satellites to watch.

I wonder if this is what Erik Ko wants to see - something like Captain Tsubasa that not only gets fans gushing about the story and characters, but also inspires kids to become professional athletes or at least become more physically active in their own lives.

A big problem that gets in the way of this happening in the U.S. is how sports culture is like over here. How do I explain this? I’ll use a quote from a 2016 article in the Milwaukee Independent about Anime Milwaukee.

“While the Anime Milwaukee convention does not collect statistical data about those who attend, walking around the convention provided empirical confirmation of how Anime speaks to multi-generational and multi-cultural people.

Anime itself will not solve the very real problems faced by disadvantaged residents in Milwaukee.

But unlike the adversarial escapism offered by sports teams and the nature of competitive games, the appeal of Anime is with its positive messages. Where as sports is an unrealistic role model for struggling youth, for the most part Anime offers socially beneficial and moral examples.”

Sports in the United States are very much “us versus them.” In Japan, sports focuses on healthy competition between players. At least, that’s what Japanese sports stories try to focus on. While healthy competition between players does happen over here, it either doesn’t get shown as much in U.S. sports media or that competition becomes toxic to the point it hurts innocent people. In the U.S., you’re supposed to win and get recognized in order to move ahead in your respective sport via whatever means necessary. A good example is college basketball over here and how competitive schools have been involved in recruiting scandals over the best high school players. Another example is the psychological trauma faced by the number of young female athletes who were sexually abused/harassed and forced to believe that it was all part of the process to get ahead in their respective sport. I want to note that sports programs in the U.S. are often heavily underfunded, which adds to the pressure that faces any youth going through sports programs.

There’s also this tendency to view athletes over here as all-knowing celebrity gods (i.e. athletes who say awful things with confidence on social media) or people that only know how to play their respective sport (ie. the “shut up and dribble” comment to outspoken basketball players on social issues). There’s no in-between where we get to see the complete humanity of the athlete.

This does tie into how sports fans and anime/manga fans may not get along. You usually learn more about the nuanced aspects of life from outside sports than within. Sports over here preach some questionable values that anime/manga fans sometimes don’t believe in. Add the fact that sports is shoved down Americans’ throats so much and you can see why not everyone over watches sports. I do want to note that there are U.S. pro athletes showcasing their love for anime. While this is nice to see, almost all the titles they grew up watching are mainstream shonen/shojo. I’m curious if athletes would watch series like Haikyu!!, Kuroko’s Basketball, Eyeshield 21, etc., but then I wonder if they would keep watching as they can only handle so much sports drama as it’s part of their everyday reality.

So what will it take for a sports manga to break through in a big way? Viz Media tried to promote Slam Dunk here using the NBA to promote literacy in 2008. I also found out that Tokyopop tried to do something with the NBA via its Cine-Manga initiative in the mid-2000s’ and it only lasted from 2004-2007. So to that extent, there probably has to some kind of manga that’s similar to the now-famous The Last Dance documentary, which chronicled Michael Jordan’s last championship run with the Chicago Bulls in the 1997-1998 NBA season.

Though honestly, it’s gonna take a mangaka who’s really interested in all aspects of American sports culture to come up with that kind of story. What might be better is that the story heavily criticizes the culture in a compelling and sometimes humorous way. I think that’s what will really get all U.S. manga fans and comic fans interested, especially those who are sick of commercialized sports exposure wherever they go. I do think over time as anime/manga continue to be accepted in the geek ecosystem, we can see this kind of story take off.

Until then, if you happen to be someone who likes both sports and anime/manga in a level-headed manner like me, you’re doing alright. It’s hard to occupy both spaces when you’re supposed to choose a side. Although I liked physical education during my school days, I can understand why anyone whose hobbies lie more towards the artistic and creative side disliked physical education possibly due to the structure in how it’s taught. I know sports anime lovers that dislike watching real sports in general and I get why.

Hearing Erik’s comments made me wonder about the beauty of sports manga. Now that I think hard about it, sports anime/manga are a intersection of both the “nerd” and “jock” in a way that helps everyone. To be honest, that intersection is what really bridges gaps that makes people better. It’s what truly completes a person. I’ll use this example - you can’t have mental health without physical health and vice versa. Some kind of exercise can help the mind while learning how your mind works can help you do better in physical activities that connect people together.

Maybe more importantly, what sports manga tends to preach is that winning shouldn’t be everything. Right now, everyone is encouraged to win at something just for a taste of meaningless status and we’re seeing how that mentality can ruin someone. Sports, with all of its benefits freed from corporate influence, are supposed to teach us (like all great manga stories do) that there’s no “us versus them,” there’s only “us” in the end.

And that kind of story deserves to hit a home run that rounds all the bases to reach a celebratory and meaningful win for the world.

#sports manga #manga industry #manga #mental health #psychology #sports culture #sports fandom #manga fandom

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