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heaven4lostgirls · 11 days

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Best Friend (R.C)

pairing: rafe cameron x reader, possibly jj maybank x reader

warning: hurt/comfort i believe? i'm not sure. rafe's an ass but also psycho but what else is new. JJ is a cutie and we love him. mentions of unrequited feelings and jealousy.

summary: being rafe's best friend used to be one of the best things in life, until it wasnt. now its time for you to make your own choices and rafe isnt too happy about that.

word count: 2.3k

a/n: as i said, my motivation is back so say hello to a new story!, not sure if i'll continue this but if you want another part, i'll be open to trying to write another piece.

Rafe and you had been friends since before you could even know what the word meant. Y/N and Rafe, Rafe, and Y/N, never one without the other, a package deal since the day you could remember. It was beautiful, truly. Having someone you could trust unconditionally; sure, you had your family and other close friends but none of them ever knew you as well as Rafe did. His ability to see not just you, but your soul was something you couldn’t imagine finding with someone else.

Which is why for the last 5 years, you’ve spent quietly trying to kill the crush you’d developed on your best friend. Every piece of attention he had ever given you, every small touch and sweet gesture just nurtured your heart faster than any of his sexual conquests and questionable habits could ever break it. You followed his figure through the party he had thrown at house, the smell of drugs, alcohol and sweaty bodies all mushed together to create the distinct atmosphere of a typical Rafe Cameron rager.

He was known for these parties; you both were actually. You and Rafe were unanimously dubbed the prince and princess of the OBX. You were once fond of that title but as time passed and you watched from the sidelines as a new girl sat of Rafe’s lap as you were left behind to do your own thing, it became a harder pill to swallow. Currently, he had his arm wrapped around a beautiful brunette who looked nothing like you, which seemed to be a recurring theme.

You watched as he sat down on one of the couches on the balcony near his friends and pulled the girl into his lap, your eyes stung but you knew better than to let your emotions get the better of you. Now was not the time to lose your cool, someone could see, and the news would spread fast to Rafe and with his inebriated state from who knows what, you weren’t willing to take the chances he was going to act in a sane way.

So, you blinked harshly, refilled your cup with your drink of choice and went back to the party, aiming to ignore Rafe and his company for the most part until he eventually got bored and came looking for you. Fortunately for you, you spot Kiara and the rest of the Pogue’s outside near the fire pit. It’s usually very rare to see any of them at one of these parties, more so because of Sarah’s strained relationship with her brother.

It’s comforting to meet their warm and happy gazes, you haven’t been able to spend much time with them because Rafe had monopolised most of it, he also didn’t particularly enjoy you choosing to spend your time with someone else other than him. Fortunately for you, parties like these lets you branch out and speak to new people without having to worry about Rafe breathing down your neck.

“Hey Y/N!” John B calls out and the rest of the group turns with excited and warm looks on their faces, the calm that washes over your body is immediate and you walk over to them to say hi. “Hey” you mutter shy as the girls get up to hug you as you sit in-between JJ and Sarah. “Haven’t seen you much around the island recently, you doing, okay?” Kiara asks curiously and you chew on your lip as you wonder what to tell her.

“No yeah I’m good, it’s just…Rafe you know?” you say, somewhat embarrassed that you don’t have a better excuse for the group. As you look down to your lap, you miss the look of sympathy that Kiara and Sarah share, they know just how bad it is to be caught up with Rafe. “Hey, are you busy tomorrow?” Sarah pipes in and you look at her in surprise, this is the first time someone’s ever invited you to hang out.

“No?” you say confused and Sarah looks at the group before breaking out in a big smile before mentioning, “We’re all going to the beach tomorrow, it’s supposed to be a really good surf day” she says as she looks at you expectantly. “We’d love if you could join us” Kiara adds and the smile that lights up is almost blinding. “That sounds great! I’m not too good at surfing but I’d still like to come if you’ll have me” you say a little embarrassed and the rest of the group just voices their agreement before Pope breaks the chatter.

“John B’s teaching Sarah tomorrow how to get the bigger waves and I’ll be helping Kie fish, but JJ’s free if you want some help” he offers and the man in question looks surprised at the suggestion. You’re shocked but you look at JJ with a small smile and shrug of your shoulders. “Yeah, no worries, I don’t know how good of a teacher I’ll be, but I can try” he says, and you nod excitedly.

The night moves on swiftly with friendly chatter between 6 of you. You surprisingly don’t feel excluded when they start sharing all their memories together, you’re happy to sit back and listen and before you know it, the party starts dying down and people start either dozing off right where they are or leaving to get home. You try to find Rafe but one sympathetic look from Topper lets you know that he’s in his room…not alone.

With no ride home and Topper wasted, you have no way home. You’re about to start walking but you see the lights of a run-down van come to a stop across the street before the door opens and JJ’s voice carries through the night. “C’mon! John B’s our DD tonight, you can get a lift bunk with us for the night.” He offers and you gladly accept, you all make your way back to the chalet and as everyone gets to their designated sleeping areas, there’s no space for you on any of the couches.

Pope offers you his space so he can sleep on the floor, but you decline, letting him know its okay. You settle in on the cold floor and try to readjust to get a comfortable spot before you feel someone shaking your arm. You open your eyes and blink slightly to see JJ’s ruffled hair and outstretched hand, you look at him confusedly but nonetheless comply. He pulls you up and navigates the chalet like second nature, “You can sleep in my bed, I’ll take the floor.” He whispers and you shake your head vehemently.

“No, I’m not taking your bed, you sleep there. I was fine on the floor” you argue, and he rolls his eyes as he pulls you into the room. “I could hear your shuffling through the door, just sleep in the bed y/n.” he says amused, your lips twitch into a smile as you look at him in the eyes. “No.” you say, and his eyes roll again as he huffs and moves to the bed to lie down on one side.

Before you can leave you see him pat the space next to him. “You coming or what?” he mumbles sleepily. You hesitate for a second before you realise that it’s better than sleeping on the floor. You get in on the other side of the bed and place the blanket over the bottom half of your body. As you doze off, you’re mildly aware of someone pulling you closer to their chest and soft breathing against your neck.

You wake up to your phone buzzing, as you pick it up you notice almost a dozen missed calls from Rafe and over fifty texts ranging from asking where you are to confusion that you’re not at his place or your own, to anger that you’re not answering him. Your heads still pounding from the alcohol last night so all you do is send him and your parents a text saying your safe and you’re spending the day with some friends at the beach.

JJ groans from behind you and you’re suddenly aware of his arm wrapped around your waist and his legs tangled with yours. “Why’re you up so early” he mumbles into your neck, and you can’t help but laugh softly. “Sorry, my phone woke me up” you mumble sheepishly. “Then put it off and let’s go back to sleep” he groans as he tightens his arms around you which makes your face heat.

Just as you turn your phone off and place it on the side table, the door opens and John B’s voice floats through the room. “JJ, get up we’re leaving in 10-” he stops midway through as he catches you and JJ together, you go to tell him what happened, but he just shakes his head and smiles. “I’ll see you both up and ready in 10 minutes, Y/N, Sarah left you a spare bikini in the bathroom if you need it.” He says cheerfully as he closes the door before you can finish saying thanks.

JJ groans and throws his arm over his eyes before he smirks and lets out a huff of laughter which sends you both into fits of laughter. After you all get ready and are on your way to the beach, you and JJ spend your time talking and catching up with one another, being around the same age you both knew of each other but had never been particularly close. You come to loathe that as you find out just how funny and caring JJ is as a person.

When you reach the beach, you see that JJ had packed a spare board for you. Your heart warms at the gesture as he carries both to the water. The waves aren’t particularly high right now so as you both paddle in, you’re comfortable enough to ride a few of the smaller ones. As they get higher, you let JJ catch a few before he comes back to help you. You spend around an hour letting JJ manoeuvre you to get a good position on the board and working on your technique. It takes a couple tries of you falling off the board and trusting JJ to catch you before you’re even comfortable with trying one of the waves.

Unbeknownst to you, Rafe had been stressing the fuck out after waking up without you this morning. He had spent the better part of an hour trying to find you, you weren’t at his, nor at your parents. He’d only gotten it out of topper that he saw you leaving in a car after the party ended so safe to assume he was losing his shit. Where the fuck had you possibly have gone? Who could you have gone with? You didn’t have any friends other than him, and he knows that none of the guys at the party would have tried to sleep with you when they knew you inadvertently belonged to him.

Mind you, when you finally bothered to answer his dozen calls and texts, all you had sent was “I’m okay don’t worry, I’m spending the day at the beach with some friends, I’ll see you tomorrow!” like hell you would. Who did you think he was? He was not going to let you just flounce around anywhere when there were people that could hurt you. Also, these “friends” you spoke about just about made him angry enough to fuel the urge to kill someone. Who could you possibly be talking about? All the people you two spent your time with were either at home still or at his place which he knew could only mean you were at the beach with those dirty fucking pogues.

You were gonna do Rafe’s head in, running off from him and the party to hang out with them? He scoffed at the thought. They didn’t know you like he knew you. They wouldn’t treat you as well as he did. Thinking about that dick John B that had roped his stupid fucking sister into their plans made his blood boil at the thought that they could be doing the same to you. The thought only made him speed faster to the beach.

Once he got there, oh was his blood definitely boiling. Fucking JJ. With his scummy little hands all over your body, in one of the tiniest swimsuits he’d ever seen you in. God, you looked beautiful. It was hard to dwell on that fact when all he could see was you laughing and splashing around with JJ whilst he stood on the beach glaring daggers at the blonde boy’s figure.

“Y/N!” he bellowed across the beach, and he gloated in the horror that washed over your face as you turned to look at the beach with JJ’s stupid fucking arms still wrapped around your waist. You try to smile and wave at him, but his anger must show on his face as you drop your hand and look at him in confusion. “Come here!” he yells again and watches as you turn to JJ to ask a question, the blonde idiot in question just shrugs and smiles up at you.

He watches as you take a deep breath before you turn to him and shake your head whilst yelling a “NO” across the beach. His jaw clenches at your statement as he continues glaring. “I’m not playing around Y/N. COME. HERE.” He yells again and watches as JJ tells you something softly that you laugh at before you turn to him deviously before yelling out, “Fuck off Rafe” with a big smile on your face.

He inhales sharply as his gaze hardens on the both of you. Fine. You wanna be like that? Okay. He’s not letting you get off that easy. He smirks at the thought as he stalks off to his car to drive off. He’ll wait you out if he has to, and when you do come out. You’lll regret ever using that tone with him.

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certifiedlovergirlsstuff · 1 month

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Can you write a fic where Ethan doesn’t want to be a Ghostface so he tells reader the truth and they warn the rest of the group then run away together

ethan hasn’t killed anyone (cause that would defeat the purpose of him not wanting to be gf) but this is after quinn and anika’s death. only convenient time for this conversation to take place. also i didn't add running away cause i feel it wouldn't make sense for reader to leave their friends behind durning all this, so maybe anon if you really want that i could possible do a follow up to them having a happy life.

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“i- i have something to tell you.” ethan whispered in your ear, drawing your attention away from your anxious friends. you were gonna prompt him to tell you, but when you say the worry on his face you excused the both of you.

sliding into the bathroom with ethan on your heels, you sat on the edge of the tub while ethan leaned his weight against the door. “what’s wrong?” noting how ethan kept his eye to his feet, hands twisting below his stomach.

“what i’m about to tell you… just know i was forced to be apart of because of my family. things would have been worse if i- i just hope you can forgive me.” ethan finally looked up and at you. eyes soft and face open, waiting for something.

you shifted a little, worried whatever he says crosses your morals. “okay… but only if you actually tell me what it is.”

“okay,” he took a deep breath then said, “my family is ghostface.”

you froze, “i’m sorry, what?” keeping your voice composed, miraculously.

“my- my dad, sister and i. we’re related to richie, the guy sam killed in woodsboro last year. my dad is detective bailey and my sister is-“ “quinn.” putting those two pieces together.

you waved your hands around for a moment, “wait, so quinn didn’t die yesterday? only anika? then who was ghostface? were- were you the one who-“ “no! no, i wasn’t. it- it was my dad.”

ethan took two steps closer in his rush to correct you and you couldn’t hide the faint flinch it produced, but you saw his face fall. ethan noticed that you’ve become afraid of him. “my- my dad wanted it to be me, but i was enjoying my night and didn’t want to leave.”

that caused your heart to stutter, in the good developing a fat crush on a boy kind of way. you and ethan were having a study date at a diner two blocks from campus, and it seemed sweet when he phrased it that way but then your mind started turning.

“wait, was i just an alibi? if you went through with it, i would have defended a murder to my friends. what the fuck, ethan?” standing to your feet, face getting warm with heat. heart thumping at this alternate outcome.

"i know, i know. yes. you were designed to be my alibi, but I never fully wanted to be a part of all this, i only joined at first cause my whole family was a wreck after my brother died. my hands are free of blood but my conscious is pooling with guilt, that's why i'm telling you this so then we can then warn the others. i trust you the most out of everyone."

ethan took a step closer and instead of flinching or moving back, you stood your ground keeping a keen eye on him. "you swear you've had no part in anything so far? cause i can't trust or defend you if there is a drop of blood on your hands." staring up at him with pleading, hopeful eyes.

with this new information you didn't want to mistake him for a nerdy, shy good guy. but the ethan you know is the shy (flushing whenever chad tried to wingman him to you or any girl), a little nerdy (whiling to go into film debates with mindy when she was in a trusting mood) and he was genuinely a good, sweet guy. he'd always walk you home when it was dark outside, he'd buy you food or drinks whenever you're together for hours, and he'd always uplift you; complimenting you from your accomplishments to how you looked that day. that's the ethan landry you've gotten to know the past six months, you don't want to lose him.

his whiskey-brown eyes danced around, pinballing over the place. his tongue peeking out to wet his plush pink lips, your eyes followed the action. you felt his hand bump into your own, looking down to see him linking your pinkies together.

"i swear i have done no harm to anyone. when everything started to feel real i knew this wasn't the healthy decision, it's not worth losing everything i've gained. this group is more of a family to me and- and i don't want to lose you because of a revenge fantasy." brows pinching and eyes changing to a doe expression.

“what- what are you… what about your actual family? would they kill you or disown you? doesn’t- doesn’t that bother you in anyway?” watching how ethan’s face didn’t change, just a simple shrug in response.

“it doesn’t matter. nothing matters but this, so no it doesn’t bother me… completely.” bringing his free hand to your cheek, cupping your apple and rubbing at the growing dark circles. ethan leaned his head closer, “i mean it when i don’t want to lose you. i want to get the opportunity to build a future with you, get our degrees, take you out on dates and so much further down the line.”

“i’d- i’d like that too…” trailing off as you both leaned in and locked lips. hand reaching out to grasp onto the hem of ethan’s shirt, pinkies curling tighter, with ethan treating you like a fine piece of china. if this weren’t such a dire situation you would happily indulge further, but you kept it short and sweet before being the first to lean away.

“run away with me,” ethan sighed against your wet lips. your eyes fluttered open to see his dream stare. “can- can we do that?”

“after.” silently agreeing to flee with ethan, “but after all this. we can’t leave our friends behind and you’ll help us have the upper hand.” making a move to the bathroom door.

you pulled ethan behind you and brought the both of you back to the living room. all eyes turned to you and ethan, having been gone for almost ten minutes now.

“were you two making out? seriously? now?” mindy complained with an eye roll. you deadpanned her with a simple, “yes and, ethan has something to share will all of you.” stoned eyes melting into honey as you urged him on, “you can do this.” giving his hand a comforting squeeze.

#erin's blurb request #ethan landry x you #ethan landry angst #ethan landry x gn!reader #ethan landry imagine #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry #scream 6 #scream vi #ethan landry scream 6 #jack champion scream 6

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mary-games-and-arts · 24 days

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AvA/M Cast Redesign

Phew, well.. I DID IT I REDESIGNED EVERYONE! Time to present them all again, but this time with some more info, right?

Color Gang

Green (He/him) - 17 y.o. | Let's say he's literally a perfectionist okay? Green is the one of a protective friend but can annoy his brother Red sometimes. His love of his life is Blue

Yellow (She/her) - 16 y.o. | A girl who knows everything about redstone, Minecraft commands and style. Has a twin sister Pinkie (Keep in mind that Pinkie is not a canon character. She's my AvM OC). Also Yellow has a partner Red

The Second Coming/TSC/Second/Orange (He/They) - 17 y.o. | A sleepyhead but somehow understands math and physics(unlike me ;v;). They're really overprotective over their friends and have their own powers but they're not aware of them(let's say AvA VI didn't happen yet). Chosen is Second's sister. Also Sec is in love with Purple

Blue (She/her) - 16 y.o. | Really knows her thing when it comes to brewing potions and gardening. Has bandages cuz AvM Ep. 20 events. Can get worried if anyone of the gang gets sick. Loves Green and his tunes

Red (He/him) - 15 y.o. | Apparently the youngest one of the group. He's a clumsy guy and also a prankster. Got possessed by Herobrine twice. Was in a timeout once cuz messed with Yellow's staff and the lucky block. Yellow is his girlfriend and Green is his brother. Oh and his pets are his friends

The Royal Duo + The Angelic Trio

Purple (She/They) - 16 y.o. | A little shy but very nice girl. Considers MT as her older sister. Still has trust issues but is trying to fix it. Cherishes her dead mother Orchid and doesn't give a damn about her dad RB. Second is her boyfriend

MT/Mango Tango/Queen Orange (She/her) - 20 y.o. | A young adult who was a queen once just to destroy Minecraft cuz it took away her little brother Gold. Tries to move on from Gold's death and now considers Purple as her younger sis. She's on neutral terms with Color Gang. Her husband is actually an Enderman named Jacob (Tulip said that we can have our own Jacob so)

Gold (He/him) - 12 y.o. | A smol kid who is MT's brother and had unfortunately died from Minecraft. Observes his sister and spends his time with Orchid and Victim. Sometimes wishes he could hug MT one last time

Orchid (She/her) - 38 y.o./ | A caring woman who is also Purple's mother. Has no empathy for RB cuz he left her and Purple. Unfortunately died from an unknown disease and now observes her child from above

Victim (They/Them) - 25 y.o. | A guy who never experienced life for once. Tries to develop themselves and find their own personality and hobbies. Currently is friends with Orchid and Gold

RB, Alan and The AvA Duo

RB (He/him) - 40 y.o. | A ex-husband of Orchid and ex-dad for Purple. Left cuz he thought his daughter was "pathetic and would never protect herself from any danger"

Alan (He/him) - 34 y.o. | The creator himself of the whole AvA/M community. Considers Chosen and Second as his kids, but also has a real life family

The Dark Lord/TDL/Dark (She/her) - 18 y.o. | The terrorist of the whole Internet herself and Alan is her creator. She was created to defeat Chosen but she teamed up with them and confronted Alan. Somehow survived Second's attack and now is trying to change. Has a girlfriend Chosen

The Chosen One/TCO/Chosen (She/They) - 19 y.o. | The Chosen One herself who just wants to live peacefully with Dark after all the trauma she endured. Saved a kid once and now friends with her. Is currently being wanted by Rocket Corporation. Dark is her girlfriend

The Rocket Corporation

Hazard (He/They) - literally a robot- | A restored robot who can control electricity as his power. He's also a part of the mercenary team

Agent Smith (He/him) - 24 y.o. | The main mercenary of the corporation who can use any Adobe Animate tool. Has a small crush on Vic

Alive!Vic (They/them) - 25 y.o. | The first stick ever created by Alan that somehow came to life to get the revenge they so desperately want. They're a leader of a whole corporation and they hunt for Chosen cuz she knows where Alan is

Ballista (He/him) - 27 y.o. | The shortest mercenary of the team. He can turn his head into a tank and also adores his big pixel sword

Primal (She/her) - 28 y.o. | The tallest mercenary and the only woman in the team. Is good at archery and can get buff if needed

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cosmerelists · 5 months

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Support Groups that are Needed in the Cosmere

[Spoilers throughout!]

Sure, Kaladin has invented therapy, but where are the highly specific, timeline-blind, Cosmere-spanning support groups that our heroes desperately need? Support groups like...

1. "My Parental Figure Tried to Murder Me and all I Got was this Stupid Trauma."

Vin: You grow up thinking your mom tried to kill you, but it turns out she was just spiking you to be controlled for an evil god. Vin: Not better. Charlie: Oh man, that's horrible! My dad just sent me to an evil sorceress he thought would kill me because I was just that embarrassing to him. Wax: My uncle, who raised me, tried to blow me up with my own butler! And that was just, like, the first murder attempt. Shallan (sweating): I really thought there'd be more "and I killed them back" by now.

2. "Kin-Killers Club Support Group"

Wax: Kin-Killer's...Club? Shallan: I thinks someone thought the alliteration would be jolly before realizing that this group probably shouldn't be. Raboniel: Some would claim that "kin-killing" must be specifically a blood relative, like a daughter, rather than a spouse. Dalinar: ...should I go? Wax: No, no, I think wives definitely count as family! Vin: How do we feel about in-laws? Father-in-law? Brother-in-law? Shallan: Hey, it's all trauma. Kaladin: What if you didn't kill your brother exactly but you feel like it's definitely your fault and the guilt eats you alive? Wax: Yeah, nixing the jolly alliteration was definitely a good idea.

3. "I Did Not Enjoy Being Enslaved"

Kaladin: I think, for me, the worst part was that by the time I had fallen that low, I kinda felt like I deserved it. For not protecting people. Kaladin: I think that's why I kept my slave brands for so long. Rlain: I never thought I deserved it. None of my people did. Crow: Hey, why is this group's name in the past tense? Some of us are STILL enslaved to the big stupid dragon, you know!

4. "Dead Brother Gang"

Kaladin: Uh, Shallan? Is it awkward to have me here? Shallan: Eh, it's okay. Narratively, I got over you killing my brother really quickly! Shallan: Sorry he killed, like, all of your friends. Kaladin: I think that's trauma for a different support group. Shallan: Ha ha yeah! I've been to so many it's hard to keep track. Jasnah: If the two of you are finished, perhaps the rest of us could also talk about our deceased brothers now? Llarimar: Uh, is it okay if our brother died but then later came back to life? His death was still, like, very sad. Marsh: Of course. Even brothers who don't remain dead can be grieved. Marsh: ...Sometimes they manage to annoy you more.

5. "Horses Suck So Much--Why Doesn't Anyone Else See It?"

Kaladin: ... Vin: ... Kaladin: Vin: ... Kaladin: I really thought we'd get more people. Vin: Me too!

6. "Killed Off For Another Character's Development"

Evi: I know my death gave my husband such a powerful backstory but...it would have been nice to be in the main narrative. Vin's mom: Hey, at least you got a name. Parlin: It sucks, but it must be nice that you were grieved, at least! Parlin: People are like, why was Parlin even a character? Kelsier: (sighs) Yeah, our deaths may help the main character grow...but at what cost? Evi (low voice): Are we sure he qualifies?

7. "I Really Thought That Guy Was Cool and then He Almost Murdered Me and I Felt Kind of Stupid"

Vivenna: Turns out you CAN'T trust mercenaries, even if they seem jolly. Shallan: Some men who bring you jam and bread are...bad. Siri: Even nerds can be evil. Hrathen: Sometimes the crazed, violence-prone, deeply unstable underling you think you can control for your own purposes turns out to be crazy, violent, unstable, and murderous. Vivenna: ... Shallan: ... Siri: ... Hrathen: What?

7. "Wronged By Hoid"

Kelsier: Ugh, that jerk. Punched me in the face. Sigzil: Abandoned me in the Bridge Crew. Not to mention that I have to run forever now, thanks to him. Jasnah: "Wronged" is perhaps strong, but I will say that he is not the ideal boyfriend. Riina: That son-of-bitch kicked me off of a perfectly fine planet! Amarem: He was quite rude to me, once. Or many times. Hoid: It's all so true. I get myself into SO much trouble sometimes. Hoid: Is there any greater victim of Hoid...than Hoid himself? Kelsier: YOU CAN'T BE HERE

#cosmere #cosmerelists #Vin #Charlie #Hoid #Shallan #Kaladin #Evi #Wax #Kelsier #Sigzil #Amarem #Riina #Vivenna #Siri #Parlin #Hrathen #Crow #Marsh #Jasnah #Llarimar #Dalinar

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shrewstew · 30 days

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My Stinky Teenage South Park Headcanons (long asl)

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Pt. 1 - Kenny McCormick

Warning: Blood + SH scars, you have been warned

There’s some angst mixed in here, it’s like a big bag of trail mix except instead of m&ms you get sad

Kenny works at Tweak Bros along with Tweek, Craig, Red, and Wendy. He works the most amount of hours, and almost always gets employee of the month. It pisses Tweek off sooooo much.

During breaks, Tweek vents at him while he silently listens. Him and Craig stay silent, and show eachother memes sometimes. Him and Wendy are pretty friendly with eachother. Him and Red don’t really talk, cuz she’s popular and he sniffs paste, and being friends with Wendy doesn’t really change that.

He spends most of his free time either with the gang or at work. He is always on that grind 🔥💪

He sets things on fire for fun.

He also steals a lot, he is banned from the nearest Walmart

He gets the least amount of sleep out of the 4. He has a busy mind. But he also works late hours, and has to try to get his homework done. He usually tries to quiet his mind with dirty mags or by texting anyone who’s awake.

He doesn’t “come out” to anyone, he just gets a boyfriend one day and everyone just has to accept that.

He also never got diagnosed with anything until adulthood, cuz poor.

He likes big boobs, AND ☝️😲 men with large pectorals

He likes skirts, long ones specifically. He hates makeup tho, he tried to be a model for Karen but he kept unintentionally flinching away and she got fed up. He also likes painting his nails cuz it keeps him from chewing them to the bone

Parentification trauma. Forced to basically be a parent for Karen, he now struggles with setting boundaries and at times people pleasing. He is emotionally unstable and prefers to keep that shit to himself

He gets a lot of piercings, but they often get infected and close up due to lack of care

He does them himself. He bites a belt and takes his mom’s sewing needle in his skin like a champ. He uses earrings he stole from hot topic

He has a hard time taking care of himself, he hates brushing his hair, his teeth are rancid, he forgets to shower frequently, and I already mentioned his sleep schedule.

Karen likes to brush his hair for him, so she can practice braiding. She also tries to remind him to take care of himself, and he gets defensive cuz he thinks it’s embarrassing and feels bad for making her worry

He fucking loves horror movies I’ve decided. Also a big sci-fi fan.

(Tw s/h, I try to keep it vague) He still dies a lot. So he eventually develops a bad habit as a form of having control in his life. This is a troubling combination with his addictive personality.

Every now and then he goes hunting with Kevin on the weekends, and they are completely silent the entire time. It’s peak bonding. One time they brought back a moose.

They also spend some time together sitting on the porch drinking beer they stole from their dad, also in complete silence.

He does not have a license, and he is not trusted with cars. The family car is already a heap of shit, they don’t need him wrecking it in a freak accident.

I think he is one of those people who genuinely could vibe with any music genre. His playlist is genuinely confusing and whiplash inducing. I think he would like System of A Down, AC/DC, and The Bloodhound Gang (But that’s just me)

He is the kind of guy to not pay attention to anything the group is talking about, he is just dancing to the music playing on the mall speakers or something

Feel free to add your own

I don’t draw scars very often on characters, this likely isn’t super accurate, but I’m willing to learn how to make it not look like shit

#kenny mccormick #south park #headcanon #teen au #tweek tweak #craig tucker #wendy testaburger #karen mccormick #kevin mccormick #angst #south park headcanons #cringe #cringecore

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I don’t know if I agree with homeschooling. I always found it doesn’t really expose kids to the real world and kind of teaches them to bubble wrap themselves from the rest of the world. Did you have a good experience being homeschooled and feel differently? (PS. This isn’t supposed to be an argument or a jab, just thinking about stuff!)

Well, in one sense, you are correct.

Homeschooling does not expose children to the evils of the real world before they are ready to comprehend them.

As a child, I was not exposed to porn, sex, drugs, bullying, verbal abuse from my peers, physical or sexual abuse from others, or authoritative abuse from adults.

Now, I'm not saying these things cannot/don't happen within the home. They do, and it's evil. However, there is a far lesser chance of them happening when you, the parent, are actively engaged in your child's life and education.

Instead, my childhood was one of love and support and growth. My interests were fed and developed, and my needs met both emotionally and intellectually by my parents who were both fully invested in my education and development.

My experience with homeschooling (as well as the majority of my friends') is that we were educated at a pace that was our own, many times a faster rate and higher level than our peers within public school. I normally finished all my "in the books" schooling for the day from 10am-1pm. Even so, when compared to my peers, I tested one to two "grades" higher than my age range.

My exposure to "real world" issues was monitored by my parents. I had discussions about what sex, marriage, racism, politics, government, abuse, and various other "real world" topics were at an age appropriate level that gradually advanced until I was about 17 yeas old.

As far as "real world" experiences go:

I volunteered at a hospital during my teenage years. I knew how to work and how to manage my money from the time I was fifteen. (First babysitting, then eventually retail.) I was in soccer as a kid and later did martial arts for ten years. I learned and talked politics with my family and other home schooled kids from the time I was fifteen. I had a class specifically titled "worldviews" in which I learned not only my Christian worldview, but about other religions and politics and current cultural events happening around us. I learned about puberty in a safe environment with all my questions answered and the comfort of understanding what was happening. I never had to deal with crude comments or abuse as a young girl.

I consumed media that was age appropriate and anything I encountered that I questioned or was unfamiliar with, I brought to my parents whom I trusted and would always discuss things with me in a mature manner.

I grew up with a consistent friend group that I trusted and still have to this day, though time has changed our dynamics and relationships. Currently, I'm quite content with my ability to make friends, socialize, and the number of friends I have.

My relationship with my parents was strong and held mutual trust. I was monitored as a small child, but gradually gained more independence as I got older and understood more about the world. If I had questions, I would bring them to my parents with no hesitation, embarrassment, nor fear. That relationship still remains, though now I'm a good number of years into adulthood.

Every challenge I faced growing up, I felt prepared for-- because my parents had taken the time to prepare me for it. In my education, work life, social life. If it was unfamiliar, I would bring it to them, but I rarely had to. I knew how to problem solve and think critically. I knew how to think things through and address adults and those in authority even if I was in an unfamiliar place. I could find my way around situations with little anxiety.

When it came time for college, I tested higher than average and was asked if I'd graduated in the top 5% of my class. I am now in an honors program and recently accepted into the highest ranked honors society across all majors in the country.

What real world experience does a child need that their parents cannot provide them when they actually invest in their children?

Society trains us into believing that a parent cannot provide their child with the education, development, and "experiences" they need. But what are these "experiences"?

Our media is flooded with horror stories and abuse victims of the public school system-- from burnt out teens, to abuse, to drugs and pregnancy, to anxiety attacks, to bullying, to pornography exposure.

What benefit does it give you as a parent or your child to hand them over into the hands of strangers (whom you're told to trust) for 8+ hours a day to sit in a chair and be lectured to with little to no expression or socialization with anyone outside of the classroom environment? They may sit in the same room as other peers (not allowed to move or talk), walk the same halls, eat in the same places, but they are not learning to properly engage with the world around them.

Children primarily interact with others their age during the day, and in what way is their conversations developing life skills that they need? Yes, they have friends and that is good. People need healthy friends. But a majority of the people they engage with are not their friends and they are not learning how to handle tough situations with individuals.

They are learning to judge one another, to morph and fit in, to avoid being bullied, to become the cutout that the government appointed educator approves of.

I always remind parents, schools don't just teach "abcs" and "123s". Schools form your children's entire foundation and worldview. The internet indoctrinates kids more than anything else once you let them have access to it.

Do you trust over 100 other children to have your child's well being and best interests at heart? Do you trust the government appointed official? Do you trust the internet?

Either you raise your kids; or someone else will.

You teach your child; or someone else will.

#homeschool your kids #homeschooling #homeschooled #homeschool #home school #anon #on homeschooling #hall of fame

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i just think a "friended/romanced + saved + trust aj" violet does such a good job rounding out the plot and characters of S4 and i dont say that lightly

she walls people off out of fear just like S3 clem did and learned to grow out of through the compassion of others. feeling like she could have done more to save minnie being what initially makes her step up to lead, but her accepting her love for clem (and clem choosing to save her) is what leads to her Truly accepting the school and everyone inside it as her Home and gives her something to fight for ("i tried my damnedest not to care about either of you. and i still couldnt tell you why." "i know where youre coming from. after losing so many people, sometimes its easier to keep everyone at arms length." "and then you wonder why you fight so hard to stay alive. i dont wonder anymore."). this being the reasoning behind violets detachment from the school, as well as a negative home life impacting her idea of what a home even was. but together they turn ericson from a prison into the home theyve BOTH been looking for, renaming it together, and envisioning it for the future together. the two of them understand each other deeply, from what theyve lost to how its affected them and the poor ways theyve decided to react to it. but through their support of the other, they BOTH get to evolve into more relaxed and confident versions of themselves, who know Exactly what theyre fighting for

her troubled relationship with brody and getting to learn more about what happened with the twins/violets reaction to it and how she ultimately blames herself/brodys guilt about her part in it and how she misses violet. getting the chance to mend that relationship before its too late. the 3 of them becoming closer because of it. and getting to develop clems friendship with brody leads to a more impactful moment later in the basement

her relationship with tenn reflecting clems relationship with aj, in the way they both made the decision to look after their respective boys after their primary guardians died (ajs parents, tenns sisters). both of them can understand the responsibilities they have taken upon themselves, and how hard it can be to do right. the 4 of them become a tight knit group quickly. especially in EP2 as vi supports clem while tenn supports aj through the marlon fiasco

her confused relationship with minerva introducing interesting conflict both within her relationship with clem (who has her own personal conflict with minerva, which vi still ties into through her relationship with both minnie and tenn) and the over arching plot, which has themes of learning when to let someone go because they are no longer who they once were (clem and lilly "we were family once", mitch about ms martin "you get all caught up in who people used to be, and you cant deal with whats in front of you", violet about minnie "the real minnie? shes been gone this whole time and i have to stop mourning her")

having a saved violet on the boat expanding the conversation with minerva about her motivations with the delta. violet apologizing for never looking for her, minnie saying she knows she would have but that its too late now, so sure this is just the way things have to be. getting to hear minnie say "you can be rewarded, just like i am", giving us insight into her character. and clem getting the last word before she rams the door down, her and violet fighting minnie Together. and violet saves clems life, making the Choice to shoot minerva, which in and of itself is a huge moment for violets character in regards to her relationship with both minnie And clem

and aj shooting tenn on the bridge brings things full circle, by putting violet in the same position louis was in EP2, where aj has killed the most important person to her, in an effort to save her life, and now she must reckon with those feelings the same way louis had to about marlon. not so easy now is it violet? ("so youre mad, but sad" "can i be that for a while?" "yeah, its ok")

just... ough... violets whole character just fits into Everything so well, but in a way that elevates the characters and plots around her, while also developing her into her own

#plus tenn dying with minnie feels like looking at a clem and aj Bad End and that feels intentional #and vi being there fighting minnie for tenns life....the boy she took it upon herself to look out for.. and losing him 😭#ALSO i feel like the whole point of S4 is raising aj into someone clem trusts. like did you do a good job raising him or not??#like through the decisions i made i Did naturally trust him in that cave. but after seeing other routes i can def see why some didnt #but even if clem doesnt trust him in that cave he still proves later in the barn that he knows when to make his own call #its more about what clem has to lose/how long it takes for her to trust aj. he knows what hes doing now. clem says as much #none of this is me saying picking louis' route is BAD. im just pointing out the ways violets works on so many levels for me #esp since the season is already so short. all of this really helps to flesh out the plot and side characters in those 4 eps #but anyway this is why i cant stand violet slander especially when people say she was underdeveloped compared to other characters #i just think youre not paying attention to her #but what else is new for female characters #twdg #it speaks

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More head canon's!

Alexsandr Kallus edition.

Here's my take on Kallus back story and some random headcanons thrown in

1: I do headcanon him as having autism. I have written this headcanon into After the War and Stay with Me as best as I could.

2. He grew up in the lower levels of Coruscant. His family was poor, and his parents weren't the greatest. Kal was the oldest of 4 kids and did his best to protect his younger siblings. Their parents fought a lot and were often physically abusive to one another. Kal's youngest brother had physical and mental disabilities and their father would often physically abuse him as he was an easy target. Kal did his best to protect him and keep his siblings out of the fights.

3. He befriended an older man who lived next door to the family and would often spend time over at his house to escape his responsibilities and general chaos in the house. Turns out, the guy was absolutely grooming him. Once Kal hit puberty, the fucker took it a step further and began sexually abusing the boy.

4. His parents died when he was 14. His father died in an accident at the factory he worked at, and a couple of months later, his mother was killed in a robbery gone wrong, along with 2 of his 3 siblings.

5. He ended up on the street, completely homeless. He had experience already, as he often had to steal to survive because of how poor his family was.

6. He was forced into work at the age of 10 to work at a factory.

7. Once the Empire took over, they started snatching up street kids and putting them into the Academy. It was a ploy to get loyal soldiers who saw the Empire as benevolent and provided orphaned street kids' homes and jobs and an education. It worked on Kal.

8. During his time on the street, he was a part of a group of other street kids. He made a few friends there. They would help each other steal or beg for food.

9. He's got some really messed up ideas of sex and intimacy, thanks to that creep from his childhood, and a relationship he had at the Academy didn't help much (you probably know the one).

10. He started a sexual relationship with a superior of his relatively early in his career, which is super against the rules. He was drawn into it with promises of more prestige and advances on his career, which sounded very appealing to a young and ambitious ISB agent. The superior had done this to many young individuals before and the fucker even had a wife and kids at home. Kal knew about the wife and kids but not the other agents the guy was seducing. Kal fell in love and then got his heart broken, and it was only years later that he realized how fucked up and abusive that relationship was.

12. He developed a bit of an alcohol dependence after Lasan. He got an intervention because the Empire needs its soldiers in good shape.

Yeah, so, Kal got fucked over by everyone amd everything, and got traumatized horribly. Poor guy is messed up, but Zeb is doing his best to teach him how to have healthy relationships because God's only know he's never experienced that before. Kal is doing his best for his partner. He takes a bit of time to fall in love and to trust and has to unlearn a lot of bullshit, but he is trying his hardest.

He's got a happy ending on Lira San with someone who loves him dearly now, and he's doing great mentally.

Good job, Alex, keep up the good work, man. You deserve that happy ending.

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Unbreakable

Chapter 3

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: bit of fluff I guess

Word count: 1.9k

A/N: we finally have the next chapter. Bit dialogue heavy but reader gets a friend

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Ch. 2

The little bell above the door rang, again. Every time it did you looked up hoping to see your new friend walk through. After another few minutes you see Lisa scanning the dining area. Her eyes light up when she sees you and a warm smile grazes her lips as she gets closer. She gave off cool aunt vibes with her up to date clothes and accessories. Her honey blonde hair falling just about her shoulders and the confidence that just shone through as she walked further into the space.

“Hi, I hope I didn’t keep you waiting.” She said once she sat down.

“Not at all. I got here a little early.”

“Have you been here before?” Lisa asks as she looks at the menu.

“A few times. They’ve never given me trouble for having Marvin. Some other places have been a bit of a pain.”

Lisa leans to the side to see Marvin sitting calmly at your side. She smiles as she straightens back up.

“He’s gorgeous. Is he a service dog or a support dog?”

“Service. My therapist thought it would be a good idea to help with my ptsd and anxiety. I’ve had him for a few months now and he’s done wonders.”

“That’s good to hear.” She replies before the server takes both of your orders and then leaves. “And how long have you been going to the group?”

“A few weeks, I really didn’t want to at first but it’s helped knowing that there are other people that have gone through similar experiences. That I don’t have to feel ashamed about it. How about you?”

“Well I don’t go as regularly as I used to. What I went through happened about ten years ago. I’ve healed and I’ve moved on but sometimes I’ll have a nightmare or if I have an argument with my new partner I get anxious so going to a meeting helps.”

“Oh,” that piqued your interest. “So you’re seeing someone?”

“Yes, my partner and I have been together for three years now. She’s wonderful and so understanding. Do you think you’ll ever see yourself dating again?”

You shake your head and sigh.

“Don’t worry, I used to think the same thing. Actually my girlfriend and I started out as friends and it developed into something more.”

“That’s lovely. I don’t know if I’d ever be able to be in a relationship again but I’m not closing myself off to the possibility.”

“That’s all you can do.” She smiles.

“Can I ask you something else?”

“Of course.” Lisa says.

“Was your last partner also a woman?”

“Yes, a lot of people have a difficult time accepting that women can also be abusive. It didn’t help that she was also extremely manipulative.”

You just nod in acknowledgment as the server shows up and places your food down.

For the next few minutes you ate and just learned a few things about each other, like what you did for a living and about your families. The more the conversation flowed the more you realized you had in common.

“You know something that helped me get control of my life back was learning how to defend myself.” She said after taking a sip of her drink.

“How so?”

“Well I learned how to handle and shoot a gun. Maybe you should look into it.”

“I don’t think I could ever shoot a gun.”

“It doesn’t have to be a gun. Maybe some form of karate or boxing. If you know how to defend yourself, you’ll be more comfortable around people. You could even have a friend go with you. Do you have friends?” She asks softly. “If not, I'm more than happy to go with you to a few classes.”

Would you consider Steve as a friend? Maybe. He was, however, an Avenger. Maybe he would be willing to give you a few lessons.

“I have a friend, kind of.”

“What does ‘kind of’ mean?” She leans forward.

“I’m still getting to know him, so I haven’t fully decided but maybe if he is willing to do this with me that means I can start to really trust him.”

“Who is this friend?”

“His name is Steve.” You mutter and she smiles.

“That’s all I get, his name? What does he do?”

“Uh-“ you blank for a second, unsure of how to answer. “He used to be in the military. He’s a security guard of sorts. He’s very nice. I actually met him when I sat in at a wrong group meeting.”

“Hhmm, he sounds interesting. Is he cute?”

You choke on your drink and cough.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Lisa says with a laugh.

“Uh I have noticed that he is attractive and very… fit.”

“Do you like him?”

“No,” you shake your head. “Not like that. I couldn’t.”

“Ok, I believe you. But still, ask him if he’d be willing to go with you and then let me know.”

You nod and you each place money down for your meal. Outside Lisa asks if it’s ok to give you a hug which you accept. It’s the first hug you’ve received in at least a year and a half. It made you realize how much you craved being close to someone.

After finally reaching your apartment, Marvin jumps up on the couch and gets comfortable. His eyes follow you around, when he can’t see you his head shoots up. He relaxes once again when you walk back out in sweats and a t-shirt.

You scratched Marvin behind his ear with one hand as you stared at your phone in the other.

“What do you think Marv, should I call or text him? I don’t even know what I would talk about though.”

Your phone vibrates in your hand and you jump, dropping the phone in the process. Marvin huffs as you scramble to grab it only to be surprised at seeing Steve’s name on the screen?”

“Hello?” You answer.

“Hey Y/N, it's Steve.”

“I know.”

“Yeah,” he chuckles to himself. “Don’t mind me, I'm just tired.”

“Oh, any particular reason?”

“I just got back from a two day mission. It wasn’t great.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. Are you ok?”

“Yeah I’m fine.”

“You don’t have to lie to me, you know. So what’s up?”

“I just wanted to hear your voice.” He says after a moment of quiet. “I don’t want to dump anything on you, I’d just like to think about something else, if that’s ok.”

“It’s more than ok.”

“Did you do anything fun today?”

“I actually did. I had lunch with someone from my group. I think we’ll be good friends. She’s really nice.”

“That’s good. It’s good to have friends that you can rely on.”

“Steve?”

“Yeah?”

“Would you like a friend to rely on?” You asked softly. Already aware that two of his closest friends were gone. That he was as lonely as you were, maybe even more because people turned their backs on him for not saving everyone.

“I would like that very much.”

“Dog park in 20?”

“I’ll see you there.”

It was a bit chilly even with the sun still out. You opted for wearing something warm, there was no need to impress Steve. Marvin was running around chasing the ball you had thrown from your place on the blanket you had laid on the ground. Steve shows up a few minutes late with two bags in his hands and a cup holder. He smiles as he sits down but it doesn’t reach his eyes.

“Hey, thanks again for the invite.” He says as he grabs a cup and holds it out for you. “Hot chocolate.”

You hesitate for a moment but take it. It was nice of him to get you a warm drink and you had to remind yourself that not everyone was trying to hurt you.

“Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it. Where is Marvin? I got him something if that’s ok.”

You nod before taking a sip of the drink. Marvin comes running back with the ball you’d thrown in his mouth. Panting and happy. He lets go of the ball when he sees Steve and takes a few steps in his direction. Marvin sniffs around Steve before bumping his head against the latter’s chest. He does it again and Steve looks from him to you confused.

“Is everything ok Steve?” You asked as Marvin whined.

“Yeah, what is going on with Marv?”

“You’re very anxious and he’s trying to get you to interact in order to help you calm down. So go on and pet him.”

You push your glasses up as you wait for Steve to do as you ask. He sighs and starts to scratch Marvin behind the ears, it’s slow until he’s fully petting Marvin. You can see his shoulders relax and a small smile appear after a while.

“Want to talk about it?”

“I just saw someone that reminded me of my friend.”

“Sam or Bucky?”

“Sam.”

“Tell me something about him.” You say quietly.

“Let’s see, I met him six years ago while I was working in D.C. he used to work helping veterans with PTSD. He’s funny and laid back.”

“Are you trying to set me up on a date with him? Because if you are, count me in.”

Steve smiled in your direction.

“We used to go running together in the mornings. Even if I outran him, he didn’t care. When I couldn’t trust anyone he opened his home up to me, no questions asked. We had this routine where he wrote out a list of must watch movies that I’d missed and we would watch them together. He really is funny and very compassionate. Even when he has his own problems he finds a way to help others. Sam is a good man and I just fucking miss him.” Steve sniffled and then cleared his throat.

“He sounds great.”

Steve just nodded. “Anyways, I got Marvin a puppuccino and a dog toy.” He took the lid off the extra cup and held it out for Marvin, who immediately accepted it.

Once he was done he took out a frisbee and threw it giving Marvin a perfect reason to run off. The two of you sat in comfortable silence for a few moments, then you started talking about nothing important but still entertaining. Before you realized it, it was time to leave. Marvin had made his way over to you and didn’t fuss when you put on his vest and leash on again. Steve, always the gentleman, helped you up.

“Um Steve?”

“Yeah?” His gaze is fixed on you. It’s still amazed you how he seemed intimidating and even scary but right now with the gentleness in his demeanor he looked as vulnerable as you felt. You had been thinking about it since he talked about Sam and if you ever wanted to move past the abuse you lived you had to take a first step. Steve had always made you feel safe enough to want to take a step in the right direction.

“Do you still have that list?”

“I do.” A tiny glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes and you knew you were making the right decision.

“I thought that maybe you’d like to cross one off the list. With me… and Marvin of course.”

“Yeah, I’d like that a lot actually.” He smiles at you. It was different this time, hopeful.

“Ok. Does Friday work for you?”

“I’m free on Friday.”

You nod once and smile shyly up at Steve.

“I’ll see you Friday then.”

“See you then.”

You say your goodbyes and you leave with Marvin happily leading the way. Both of you anxiously waiting for Friday.

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poppylovestowrite · 1 year

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Can I ask for gakushuu headcannons?

Gakushu Asano Headcanons

It's no secret to anyone that Gakushu is described as a perfectionist.

He is skilled at everything because that's how his father raised him to be.

This sort of parenting left Gakushu to have quite an unpleasant childhood.

He never grew up watching any cartoons.

His father never has taken him to any amusement parks.

Not even a playground.

Whenever someone talks about something fun in their childhood, Gakushu has a hard time relating.

The most childlike thing he has done was playing with a few board games or reading a couple of children's books.

His father never once rewarded him for any of his accomplishments.

Because to his father, he is expected to win.

The first time he received a confession was when he was in first grade.

It was valentines day, and the girl admitted he was cool and really liked him.

Gakushu barely batted an eye and told her, "I don't like chocolate, and you spelled my name wrong. Why would anyone like you?"

Obviously, he has gotten better at rejecting people the older he got.

When he wanted to become the student council president in middle school, Gakushu won by a landslide.

The girls who worship him think it would be a dream to work with.

Except it really isn't.

You have to put in just as much work as he does because he hates slackers.

At least they get the best grade in the end.

Gakushu has formed several study groups with anyone from the Kunugigaoka building.

Just so long as they're willing to put the work in.

When Gakushu wants a break from studying, he either goes outside for a stroll or reads a book he likes.

Because of his dad, he has developed a fear of centipedes.

Gakushu has never once touched a video game.

He restrains himself from cursing or just any vulgar language.

When he is extremely mad he might slip out an f-bomb or two.

Quite a few celebrities follow him online.

Both female and male models mostly.

You won't catch him eating any type of cheap food or any convenience store food.

That goes for clothing as well.

His whole wardrobe is all from famous and expensive brands.

Despite the amount of popularity Gakushu has, there are only a couple of people he would even consider a close friend he could trust.

Ren would be his closes friend.

There are people who he respects, but not many he can actually feel vulnerable around.

Though he does form a friendship with Isogai during high school.

If Gakushu ever wanted to date anyone, he wanted it to be someone who shares the same intelligence and comes from a family of wealth as well.

Although, relationships are the last things on his mind.

In Gakushu's house, there is a whole room filled with trophies and medals for everything he has won.

As skilled as he is in many fields, Gakushu wouldn't say enjoys those activities itself.

He just likes the feeling of winning.

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callsigndragon · 2 years

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Birdie | Sam Wilson

Sam Wilson x fem!reader

Summary: You receive a call telling you that Sam and Bucky had been arrested. You go to get them when an unpleasant John Walker makes Sam's instincts to kick in.

Warnings: none I guess? I mean, John Walker being kind of a dick, but that's just about it. And a bit of swearing. Fluff.

A/N: This is my first ever attempt to write something marvel related. Sam is a very special character for me and I hope I did him well. I tried to keep it as in character as possible. Also sorry for any mistakes, English is not my first language!If any one is willing to read more about Sam, or has any suggestions for other marvel stories, my asks are open 👐

You watch him exit the police station, walking next to Bucky. You're sure he hasn't seen you yet. Sam has a pained expression in his face, one that in a way lets you understand that everything that has happened wasn't in his plans.

Sam turned the shield to the government thinking, believing, it was the right choice. With Steve gone, the world lacked a Captain. But Sam thought giving the shield a place to be seen, admired even, would make the world realize that Captain America was more than a person, it was all the good actions Steve did and all the people he had saved.

Sam did not want to become Captain America. He wasn't an idiot, of course he considered the idea for like... A good minute. However, he soon realized he could never fill in those shoes. So, naturally, he did what he thought was best.

The day when John Walker appeared on TV saying that he was the new Captain America was not a good day.

Steve didn't chose John Walker. He didn't put his trust on him. Hell, he didn't even know him. How could someone give the shield to a random person? You remember entering the room where Sam was, glad that he was back from his latest mission, seeing his tortured face, tears begging to be shed, and his fists closed.

You looked at the TV and you knew. You knew that the man in front of you had been shattered to the core.

“Sam…”

“They gave it to a stranger. They gave the shield to a fucking stranger” he said, his voice breaking at the end.

You didn't know what to do. Of course, Steve was a friend, and a very dear one. And although you didn't share the connection that Sam and Bucky had with him, you knew how important Steve had been for the two of them. You didn't know how to comfort him. You just closed the distance that separated you both and wrapped your arms around him as tightly as you could. He hugged you quickly, and walked out of the room.

Since then, everything has been different.

Sam and you weren't exactly dating, but you both knew that there were feelings there. Hanging above your heads every time one of you entered the room, like some kind of magic, comforting and warm aura. After the new Captain America appeared, you both grew apart. He was working by his own, with Bucky, trying to find more about this new terrorist group. You were assigned other missions, and the space between the both of you, only got bigger. You were part of the Avengers, having trained half your life to become a police officer until you were recruited by SHIELD, once they found out about your interesting abilities. You had clairvoyance powers. These powers allowed you to know what happened in the past when touching certain objects or being in a room.

Recently, you had developed a new power: you could track your friends or family in any part of the world and know everything that was happening to them at that moment. Of course SHIELD had to recruit you, these were important abilities that one would want to have with them, and not against them.

It was like this that you found out that Sam had been arrested. Even before the phone rang, and the agency told you, you knew. You saw how he was stopped by the police just because of the color of his skin. It took you seconds to call SHIELD and ask for a drive.

And that's how you get there, just in time to see Sam walking out the station.

“Sam!”, you call.

He lifts his head and sees you. He isn’t really surprised to see you there. It was just a matter of time until you found out. He knows you always keep your “mental eyes” on him, as he calls them.

“You didn't need to come all the way here, birdie”, he says, getting closer to you, followed by a grumpy and sad supersoldier.

“Hey, Buck”

He just nods. You hug him, leaving the Sergeant a bit shocked. But he hugs you back in an instant, a sigh of relief escaping from his lips. Bucky Barnes sometimes needed physical touch rather than words. He craved it. Your clairvoyance powers allowed you to know everything that had passed in his life. You found out, thanks to him, that your powers not only allowed you to “read” objects and see their past stories. You could also read people's past. For Bucky, having someone that knew all his story without having to say out loud, was a relief. Soon enough, both of you became inseparable friends. He knew about your secret-not-so-secret crush on Sam. And even though he declared that he didn't understand how you could like him, he supported it. Bucky knew that Sam was a good guy, and he wouldn't allow anyone other than him to be your partner.

"They aren't worthy, sweetheart"

That's what he always says.

"Thanks for coming. They were literally assholes"

"Yeah... I saw everything, guys." You turn to Sam, who is looking at the floor. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, don't worry. 'S not the first time and certainly, not the last time", he says, voice thick with pain.

You are about to say something else when the obnoxious sound of a siren fills the empty street. Your eyes search for the origin of the sound, seeing John Walker and his friend, Lemar Hoskins leaning over a car.

"Gentlemen. Oh, and lady", he smiles looking at you.

His smirk makes your stomach turn.

The three of you get close to him. Sam seems to have noticed your discomfort, because he stays by your side, his hand brushing slightly with yours, a reminder of his presence. You feel goosebumps, your skin reacting to the light contact that left your hand aching and burning with the need of holding Sam's hand between yours.

"I don't think we have been properly introduced, you must be Y/n L/n, right? I'm John Walker" he stretches his hand out to you.

Something inside tells you to stay away from him, even from his touch. But, you know how important are first impressions and connect your hand with his.

And man, was it a mistake.

You see something in him. Something evil. It is small, but it is growing. It is being feed by the rejection of the world, the feeling of failure, and the darkness that comes with a great power.

You can't see the future. That is what you always tell yourself. You couldn't see it. Maybe you didn't allow yourself to. And even though you can't see even a glimpse of John Walker's future, you know something for sure. He wasn't like Steve.

He wasn't a good guy.

You dropped his hand like it burns you. Bucky looking at you, his head tilted, a silent question in his eyes. You shake your head slightly. Now it is not the moment. Bucky nods and focuses again on Walker, not giving it more importance.

Sam, however, is watching you closely.

See, Sam always relied on your instincts. Whenever the both of you were introduced to a person, he watched your facial expressions, waiting for the judgement that sure would come once you had read them. Not that you showed your feelings that much, but Sam had spent a considerable amount of time looking at you, and he knew, just by a little flick of your nose, when someone wasn't trustworthy.

This time your nose didn't flick. But he saw the fear in your eyes and he knew.

While Walker was talking to the men and trying to make them work together, Sam subtly moved you so you were behind him. Sam didn't have a shield, but he would use his entire body to protect you if it came down to it.

Walker kept moving, so he could have his eyes on you. You noticed it, lewd thoughts flooding your mind. You grabbed Sam's hand, trying to stop the lustful thoughts of the Captain. Sam's blood boiled. He needed to get you out of there.

"Look, Walker's right. It is imperative that we find them and stop them. But you guys have rules of engagement and all kind of authorizations you have to get. We're free against", he said, squeezing your hand and turning around to leave. "We're more flexible. So it wouldn't make sense for us to work with you".

The three of you moved a few steps, your mind relaxing already. Bucky came close to you, ready to ask if you were okay, but Walker had something more to say.

"A word of advice, then", he said, loud and clear for all to hear.

He looked directly at Sam, holding his gaze.

"Stay the hell out of my way"

Bucky wants to punch him in the face. You didn't need your powers to know that. Sam squeezes your hand again, turning you around to leave.

"Hey, babe, you can do better. Why don't you come to my team? We can have a really good time", he chuckled.

Sam turns before Bucky or you could stop him. He stands so close to Walker that their noses touch.

"Talk to her one more time and I swear to God not even the shield will protect you" he whispers, voice pregnant with hate.

Sam could accept Walker being the new Captain America. He could accept Walker having the shield. But he wasn't going to tolerate any disrespectful comment towards you. No one will touch his girl.

Wait, his girl?

"Sam, c'mon. Not here", Bucky says grabbing him by the shoulders and moving him back "You're lucky she's here. I would have punch you myself if she wasn't"

You grabb Sam by the arm, whispering to him.

"Please, let's get out of here"

He looks at you, seeing a slight flash of fear crossing your eyes. He has to get you home.

"Do you have your car, birdie?"

"Yeah, it's around the corner"

"Let's go"

Sam, Buck and you walk to your car. Bucky offers to drive, Sam sits next to him, and you are in the backseat, looking to the passing cars. You see his hand on your mind before you feel it on your skin, trying to reach any part of your body. He needs to have you close in any possible way. And so do you. He caresses your leg, giving squeezes from time to time until he sees you relax in the seat.

"Better?", asks while turning his head to look at you.

"Yeah, thank you, Sam". You give him a little smile, one that made Sam's chest tighten.

"Anything for my birdie"

Bucky looks at Sam, smiles to himself and keeps driving. His two friends were disgustingly in love, and unable to notice. Guess you weren't as good as reading people as you thought.

The drive home is silent, you eventually fall asleep under Sam's soft touch. When he notices that you have fallen asleep, he takes off his jacket and covers you with it.

"You're a simp, my friend", says Bucky in a low tone, not wanting to disturb your sleep.

"First of all, I don't know what you're talking about. And second, we're not even friends".

"Yeah, you can tell that to yourself if it helps you sleep at night"

Bucky takes a look at your sleeping figure, knowing that he is going to be dead once you wake up, but he has to make something and get the two of you together before it's too late.

"She loves you, you know", whispers Bucky, keeping his eyes straight on the road.

"Who, your mom?"

"I am already regretting this" says the Sergeant while rolling his eyes.

"Buck, I know you're both best friends but I don't think she feels something for me in that way." Sam's voice grows quieter while expressing his feelings out loud. Why would someone like you, someone as amazing, brilliant and talented, be interested in someone like him, who could only use a pair of metallic wings?

"You're made for each other, I swear. She cannot read you like the rest"

That makes Sam furrow his brows.

"What? Why?"

"Oh that is something that you have to ask her, bird boy"

The pair becomes quiet, being left with their own thoughts and a very confused Sam.

You don't wake up until Sam opens your door and carries you, princess style, inside the house. He lays you in his bed, the sofa being occupied by the moody super soldier. Not that he was going to let you sleep in the sofa, anyway. He takes your shoes and covers you with a blanket, knowing that you will wake up in a few hours. Always a light sleeper.

Sam goes to the kitchen, Bucky is nowhere to be seen, maybe taking a walk or going for a run to trick his body into sleep.

While Sam makes himself some coffee, he reflects on the words that his friend, scratch that, his companion, told him in the car. His little bird in love with him. Could that be possible? Certainly, it wasn't the first time he heard that, Steve told him the same years ago, when they were running from SHIELD, and from the Winter Soldier.

He knew that Bucky was full of bullshit, but he didn't lie when it came to you. You were like his little sister, and he would do anything to protect you and make you happy. And Sam thinks how ironic it is that the Sergeant has to deal with him just to make you happy.

He will absolutely use this in his advantage.

Sam lifts his head when he hears the soft tiptoe of someone walking down the stairs. He smiles even more when he sees your face, full of sleep, and the wrinkles of the pillow marked on your cheek.

"Birdie, you should be sleeping, it's late"

"You weren't there", you mumble walking close to him to hug him.

"Can't sleep without me now?", whispers Sam, moving some strands of hair out of your face.

"You're warm. And I like sleeping with you because my brain stops working"

That got Sam's attention.

"It... stops?"

"Yes, it's like... my brain is so focused on you that it stops reading the things in the room", you hug him harder.

"Why does your brain focus on me, sweetheart?"

That name makes you smile, and Sam has to control himself. God, he just wants to kiss you. Your brain seems to be asleep. Bucky once said that sometimes, when you aren't fully awake, you answer whatever question they throw at you. Sam feels bad, but also feels like this can't be a good moment to get some useful information. If you like him back, he would confess once you are fully awake. But, if you don't have those feelings for him and Bucky is just an asshole, then he will just suck it up, and keep going with his life. Right now, he just needs to know and solve the mystery.

"Because my heart is so loud that my head can't think"

Sam feels his heart beat so fast that it could explode. Bucky was right, for once, and you have feelings for him. Now, he has to think how to confess properly and make it special. Because you deserve it.

"Let's get you to sleep, birdie. I'll go with you this time"

You smile, opening your arms for Sam, eyes still close. "Carry me"

He carries you for the second time that night to the bedroom, but this time, he lays next to you, wrapping his arm around his little birdie.

"Good night, Sam. I love you", you say getting as close to him as you can.

Sam knows that he will have to tell you about this when you wake up. And he smiles at the thought of your mortified expression when learning that your sleepy-self make some advances in the relationship. But that, is something for tomorrow. Now, he is going to sleep knowing that you, the woman of his dreams, is in love with him.

"Night, birdie. I love you, too"

#sam wilson #sam wilson x reader #sam wilson x you #sam wilson x y/n #captain america #falcon and the winter soldier #marvel mcu #marvel fanfiction #marvel x reader #marvel fic #marvel sam wilson #sam wilson fluff #sam wilson fic

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ladymunson · 2 years

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Hello all, welcome to my blog. I’m Sam (she/her) I’m an aspiring writer, based in London, UK 🇬🇧

I also have my own baking business called Bee’s Treats, follow @beestreatsldn on Instagram for details.

I write about; Eddie Munson, Bucky Barnes, Joel Miller, Steve Harrington and Andy Barber. I’m willing to try for other characters if requested.

Feel free to send me a DM or ask if you have any requests or comments, or even just for a chat. I’m always open to making new friends

I am neurodivergent and sometimes it’s a while between my posts as I can’t always focus to write; but I promise I will finish stories once my mean mean brain allows me to.

This blog is a safe space for all

Minors be gone! My fics are 18+

Here is my Masterlist with all my current fics and blurbs included, I hope you enjoy!

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💕 Fluff

🔥 Smut

🥀 Angst

💀 Horror

🎭 Drama

Read my Fic Recs list here

Series

Love Ain’t No Stranger - (complete)

🥀 🔥 💕

You and your friends spend most of your days, with everything nerdy. You’re the only girl in the group, but they never treat you differently. That is until prom comes around and Eddie starts feeling strange when you’re asked to prom by someone that isn’t him. Could Eddie be jealous?

Long Way Home- (Ongoing)🥀 💀

After Eddie’s battle with the demobats, his injuries are severe and the gang needs help. As Dustin’s ex-babysitter, and a studying nurse they bring him to you. Can you save him? And will Eddie escape Henry’s grasp and find his way back to you?

In My Dreams- (complete)🥀💀💕🔥

Your parents have an issue with you dating the town “freak” Eddie Munson, so they force you apart but you and Eddie can’t stop thinking about each other. You’re invading each others dreams so maybe it’s not just a “silly crush” like your parents think.

One Shots

Is This Love?- (complete)🔥 💕

Eddie’s band Corroded Coffin is playing a gig at the Metro Club in Chicago, Illinois. You’ve been a fan since you saw them perform at your middle school talent show, around that time you’d developed your crush on Eddie. Unbeknownst to you, Eddie had also been harbouring a secret crush on you for years. Will he finally shoot his shot?

Tragic Comic- (complete)🥀 🔥 💕

You and Eddie have been best friends for years, lately you feel like something is bothering him. When an unexpected visitor arrives in Hawkins to take advantage of Eddie, he finds out you’ve got his back after you stand up for him.

You - (coming soon)🥀 🔥 💕

You and Eddie have been friends for years, both being outcasts and neither having much family, you instantly clicked. Now however, feelings have developed, on your part anyway. When Eddie leaves you alone in his trailer to make a deal, you grab ahold of his guitar and pour your feelings out in a song.

Drabbles/Blurbs/Imagines/HCs

Sleeping Trouble- (posted)💕

You get awoken in the middle of the night by your silly affection starved boyfriend.

This is Halloween- (posted)💕

It’s almost your favourite time of year, which also happens to be your birthday. Eddie wants to know… trick or treat?

Foreclosure- (coming soon)

One shots

The Secret (posted)🔥

You’re having a nice summer’s day relaxing in the park with your friends; Nancy, Robin, Steve, Jonathan and Argyle. And there’s some sexual tension between you and Steve. Especially after he sees you in that sundress.

The Boss- (Complete)🔥💕

Mile High- (complete)🔥

The Assistant (On hiatus)🔥🎭

You move into a new neighbourhood to discover you have a very hot guy next door; some innocent watching turns into something more, then you discover something about him that could put your new job in jeopardy.

One 🥀 🔥

Bucky struggles with his feelings toward you, which he hides by pretending he doesn’t trust you. You get placed on a mission together where trust is essential.

Perfect- (posted)🔥💕

Reader and Joel Miller have been friends for quite a long time, but been apart due to moving away. They finally reconnect after a year apart when one surprises the other with a unscheduled visit. Their reunion goes way different than either of them anticipated.

The Train- (posted)

Blind Date -(cancelled)

Dividers and headers made by me

All links are fixed!!

Feel free to send messages and asks, I love talking to y’all.

REQUESTS OPEN

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson smut #eddie muson x you #Joel Miller x reader #Bucky Barnes x reader #Steve Harrington x reader #Andy Barber x reader #smut #18+ only #Joel Miller #Bucky Barnes #Steve Harrington #Andy Barber

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that-jack-kline-bestie · 26 days

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📚 favorite book

how could you do this to me /lh

I could never choose so I’m just gonna list some that come to mind

Animorphs (special mention of the Ellimist Chronicles) by KA Applegate

I talk about this one a bunch on my fandom blog @dr-reids-fidget-toy . The author was inspired by Star Trek. Kids book. Child soldiers, war horror, body horror, existential horror, age-appropriate jokes, aliens. Set in the 90s. Series of 50+ books. Many were ghostwritten. POC characters.

All of Us Villains / All of Our Demise by Amanda Foody & Christine Lynn Herman

In this world, magick is real. However, all of the high magick was depleted long ago, except for a stash of it that only 7 families know about. Each generation, a teen from each family has to fight for their life in a Hunger Games-style tournament to determine which family gets control of the high magick for the next 20 years. An anonymous author has recently published a book about this barbaric practice, and this year is the first time the outside world will know about the tournament (media coverage galore!). LGBT+ characters (Queer romance). 2 books. POC characters.

Vicious by VE Schwab (the second book is also very good but the first is my personal fave)

Two college students decide to conduct an experiment after learning of mysterious abilities developed after near-death experiences. The participants? Themselves, of course. Shit goes down. They come back wrong. Has a sequel. LGBT+ character (ace rep!!).

The Mirror Season by Anna-Marie McLemore

TW Sexual Assualt

A girl is sexually assaulted at a party, and returns home to find that her peculiar cooking abilities have vanished. Things around her start turning into mirror shards and breaking into dust. She meets a boy, and they realize they were assaulted at the same party. Buried memories threaten to surface as they become friends, and romance forms. A story about healing from trauma, with a touch of magical realism. (At least, I think it’s magical realism). Queer character. POC characters.

We Were Liars by E Lockhart

Great story with a huge twist. A rich family spends every summer on their private island. The main character is part of this family. After a terrible incident last summer, she cannot remember the event or anything her family has told her about it. She is also plagued by terrible migraines. Now, it’s summer again and her cousins are right where she expected, despite them not contacting her since the accident. POC character.

Foul is Fair by Hannah Capin

TW Sexual Assault

A girl goes to a party and is sexually assaulted by a group of boys. She plots with her 3 best friends and her parents to kill everyone involved. Short summary but trust me, read it. POC characters. LGBT+ characters.

The Gilded Wolves series by Roshani Chokshi

A group of thieves/found family are tricked into agreeing to a dangerous heist. Set in Paris, 1889. Magic is real in the form of Forging - the ability to create and imbue objects with special powers. I can’t say much without giving away the plot. POC characters. Queer characters (including a romance plot). Autistic character. 3 books.

#books #asks #ask game #book recommendations #hmm it appears I enjoy horror books

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I like Dazai but tbh I don’t like seeing people portray him and Chuuya as like uwu fun older brother figures for Yumeno. Like Dazai was really contemplating on killing them and Chuuya wasn’t stopping him either. And Yumeno clearly resents Dazai for how he treated them.

Everyone talks about the abuse cycle with Dazai and Aktugawa but I don’t see enough people acknowledge that with Dazai and Yumeno, especially considering that they’re only 13 y/o in the present series. They’re still a child who’s a product of Dazai’s cruelty.

Here’s a long stream of consciousness rant where I ramble about nothing for ten minutes

don’t wanna delete this, don’t wanna post this, but a secret third thing (ie posting it under a cut)

Anon I have THOUGHTS.

about the inherent hierarchy of ability users and how it’s so prevalent throughout BSD yet never addressed directly.

(I do get around to commenting on your ask specifically, but it’s a few paragraphs down)

And the reason your ask made me think of this is because Q was actually the first character who made me begin thinking about this.

See, when Q’s introduced, Dazai says something like “and they have the most vile gift of all; mind control”. The way he says it makes it sound like it’s less his own opinion and more so the common view of things; that any variation of mind control is the most horrendous ability.

Which makes sense, to enter someone’s mind and force them to act against their will is invasive to an extreme. It definitely crosses all the lines, and in a world where mind control exists, it would probably be judged to be equivalent to rape, as both involve forcing someone to physically do what you force them to, without their consent, invading their mind or body in the process.

So we know there’s a stigma against mind control ability users. The moment someone develops an ability like that, they’re bound to become a social outcast. Even their close family and friends may lose trust in them.

We also know that abilities can be grouped as “combative” “general” and “non-combative”. Although it’s not stated outright if this is a common grouping system or rather just one the ADA uses, it would make enough sense for such a set of groupings to be used elsewhere. “Can your ability cause harm? Can it do anything other than cause harm?”

As far as I can recall, this is the only grouping system for abilities that was mentioned so far. And I think it says a lot that the one thing that it’s based on is how much harm an ability can cause.

There also seems to be some stigma against powerful (combative) ability users, claiming that either they’re too overpowered to ever have to work hard or learn skills, or that everything in life must have been easy for them, and they were set for life the moment they discovered their ability.

We see this stigma multiple times, mainly directed towards Atsushi and Chuuya. They both contradict and prove these claims wrong repeatedly, yet there will always be opponents they face who firmly believe these stereotypes.

So we see that stereotyping people based off their abilities is prevalent in the Bungo Stray Dogs world. And then you have characters like Mushitaro, whose ability’s only purpose is to cover up crimes. And character like Kyoka and Fyodor(?), whose abilities can’t do much more than kill. And you’re left wondering where that leaves them, and what chance did they have to not get involved in crime in the first place, with how we could infer this world treats people with abilities like theirs.

And then we have Dazai. The one person who has a fighting chance to see beyond the stereotypes and “ability racism”(?? not really sure what to call prejudice based around superpowers in the Bungo Stray Dogs universe), yet he happens to be the person introducing many of the stereotypes. Of course, you could argue that he has the most experience with ability users and therefore has seen firsthand that these stereotypes are often correct. But that’s besides the point. Back to my first statement about hierarchy.

Dazai exists above the ability hierarchy, because he can shut off any ability at will. The more a person relies on their ability, the more Dazai is a threat to them, putting him far above them on a hierarchal scale. And who tends to rely the most on their abilities? Powerful ability users. The ones who have the most stereotypes against them.

Naturally those are the ones Dazai would end up interacting with most, and given how, in most cases, we can assume they didn’t expect to be dealing with an ability nullifier, they hadn’t planned for this possibility and lost by default. So you can’t really blame Dazia for thinking so low of them, but you also can’t blame them for losing against a variable they had no way of knowing existed in the first place. The stereotypes are incorrect because Nullifier Georg, with negative a million abilities, is an outlier adn should not be counted. [as you can tell I have a favorite Tumblr meme]

BACK TO Q!! BACK TO YOUR ORIGINAL ASK!!

That whole entire scene of retrieving Q makes me think of the inherent heirarchy of ability users, but mainly how Dazai stands above them.

Alone in a room with Q and Chuuya, two of the most powerful ability users who can each single-handedly wipe out a city, Dazai is still able to display his dominance. His point is correct, he can kill Q— and Chuuya’s observation that he (Chuuya) wouldn’t be able to do anything about it is correct as well.

I don’t believe that Dazai had any intention of actually killing Q, nor do I believe that Chuuya didn’t realize that Dazai had no intention of doing so. It came across as a power move. “You’re the most powerful ability user in the city, and they’re the most dangerous, yet neither of you could do anything to stop me at this very moment”.

I’m working on my analysis for chapter 31 at the moment (the chapter where this whole scene happens), and of course I point out how wrong and messed up it is to put a knife to an unconscious child’s throat, regardless of if you intend any harm. But another point I bring up repeatedly in the Anti-Dazai Series is how Dazai has this recurring habit of subtly reminding the characters who aren’t fully in control of their abilities (mainly Atsushi and Chuuya) that he’s their only hope. That he’s the only safety net they have. That he’s the only thing standing between them and losing control and killing all their loved ones. So to follow this pattern, I don’t think it’s a coincidence that he has Chuuya acknowledge outright that there’s nothing he could do, and then a few panels later reminds Chuuya that he’s the only off switch in the world.

so yeah, Dazai’s not “big brother material” for Q.

and neither is Chuuya, at least not in the scenes we saw them together in— he outright admits he despises Q for killing his own people.

Of course everyone can headcanon whatever they want— have fun and enjoy the fandom experience!! But I personally think Q’s just a kid and they deserve better.

#This was very stream of consciousness so if it doesn’t make sense. Oh well.#bsd #bungo stray dogs #dazai #bungou stray dogs #anti-dazai asks #Q bsd #i wanted to post yesterday for Dazai’s birthday but #It was my cousin’s wedding #So #No time

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catherinnn · 2 years

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Ten seconds.

Sirius Black x reader.

Reader and Sirius manage to have a picture of the first time they finally kissed.

warnings: my English, like one swear word and kissing, very fluffy.

a/n: this is first Sirius x reader fic I wrote, I had this idea from a tiktok and just thought of Sirius bc he's the only thing I think about lately, I hope you like like it <33

Y/n was spending her Christmas break with all of the marauders in James' house. She firstly become friends with Remus in second year and eventually started hanging out with all of the group. She was in Revenclaw but never actually got along with anyone at her house, just her dormates, and when she started studying with Remus Lupin and Lily Evans in the library, she found out that she actually got along better with griffyndors.

Now they're in their sixth year.

James and Sirius were discussing about going to muggle London, they were already tired of being inside all the time and convinced James' father of letting them go there alone. That pair could be very persuasive sometimes.

Her relationship with Sirius has always been weird, if anything. Becouse when she first started hanging out with the marauders, James and Remus accepted her with open arms, Peter was rather quiet and nervous around her at first, but over time he started to trust and like her more, but Sirius was completely negated on this whole new marauder girl situation, she wasn't even in griffyndor, she was just a nerdy, cowardly revenclaw girl to him at first, how would she ever say yes to one of their pranks ideas?

But over time he realised that she was always on board with them, especially when they wanted to prank the slytherins, and even better if it was on Snivellus. She had some pretty good ideas and she was even better to escape from detention threats from professors or prefects. She could be really persuasive sometimes.

Eventually he accepted her as a marauder and as a friend to him, a really good friend. She always understood his problems with his family becouse she never got along with her mother either, she had a very toxic relationship with her since she was a kid. So every time he had a new letter from home, he would open it with her. Or when he had had a fight with Regulus in the halls, he would go to her firts.

On the start of their fifth year, Sirius-- well not just Sirius and rather all the boys in their year, had a surprise when y/n showed up more... developed, along with most fifth year girls.

He started throwing a flirty comment here and there to her every time they were hanging out, even if the marauders--or anyone-- were there with them, even one time he said something about her eyes in front of McGonagall, that was very embarrassing for y/n, but Sirius was still with a grin on his face when McGonagall throwed a funny look to them.

Now in their sixth year y/n had become more confident of herself, and started to respond to his flirty comments, in a more flirty way of course, becouse she enjoyed the smug on his face or his blushed cheeks sometimes--yes, she had made Sirius Black blush. But even with their flirty relationship, they were still just friends, they had both been in relationships in previous years with other people, but never made a move on each other, not even a drunk kiss at a party.

But anyways, here they were, all five of them, in muggle London just walking around, buying muggle books and vinyl records of their favourite muggle singers, when they found a photo booth cabin.

"Merlin, we have to get some pictures of us in it" y/n said.

"What even is this thing" James asked.

"You get in the box and it takes like four pictures of us, it's really fun" she responded.

"But they don't move like magic pictures do, they just stay still and they're in black and white" Remus added.

"That sound kinda boring-"

"We'll do it!" Sirius interrupted Peter, they all squeezed in the cabin how they could and took a lot of funny and cute pictures of the group.

They ended up having like nine stipes of pictures, but y/n wanted to take more.

"Alright, that's enough for me" said Remus getting out of the booth.

"Yeah, we already have plenty of pictures of us" James agreed following him with Peter

"No, c'mon let's take a few more" y/n whined, the other boys said no to this but not Sirius.

"Alright, we'll take some more pictures of us then, we're the best marauders anyways" Sirius comforted her, staying inside the cabin with her.

"I heard that" James yelled while he was already walking away with Peter and Remus.

So they payed for another stripe of pictures with the few muggle coints they had left.

For the first picture Sirius stick his tongue out looking at the little camera and y/n smiled showing her teeth, they waited ten seconds and for the click sound and changed their positions, they were now putting their middle fingers out to the camera, waited for the box to take the picture and then Sirius changed to look at her instead, he grabbed her neck and kissed her cheek, he stayed like that and y/n-- trying to not smile at his action-- throw a kiss to the camera, they waited ten second like that and before Sirius could turn his eyes at the camera again y/n turned her head to look at him now.

He stayed still looking at her.

Ten seconds.

She had ten seconds to decide whether she should do what she had on mind or not. Ten seconds to decide whether to kiss him or not.

They looked at each other and y/n slowly grabbed his cheek.

Eight seconds.

He had plenty of time to look away, but he didn't.

Five seconds.

He stayed watching y/n, waiting for what he hoped her next action to be.

Two seconds.

She leaned closer and kissed him.

One second, the camera took the picture.

They kept kissing, their four pictures already taken and the booth was printing them out.

The picture string was waiting for them to grab it, but they didn't, they kept kissing each other.

Sirius had grabbed her head to kiss her passionately, he had waited so much for this to happen.

She put her hands to his hair and played with it while their tongues fought. She had waited so much for this to happen.

Eventually they pulled away from the kiss.

"Wow" he exhaled, y/n looked at him fighting a smile and losing.

"Felt like the right time to do it" she said.

"Totally" he agreed and gave her a peck on the lips, smiling.

They took the stripe from the booth and they had a perfect picture of their first kiss. The first of many.

After all of that, they got out of the cabin, he held her hand, and went to find their friends.

It hadn't passed much time for the rest, but for them it felt like it had passed a long time.

"Oh, there you are" Remus noticed them, not really minding their hands holding, it was normal for the pair to show a little affection, it happened almost every day, but this time it was way different for them both.

"Well, don't just stay there, show us the pictures" James asked, they looked at each other.

"I think this one is going to stay just for us" Sirius said, but this only made James more curious, he went to grab the stripe of pictures in his hand, Sirius pulled back and pushed him with the hand that was holding y/n's. Then both boys started fighting for the pictures.

Y/n just laughed while Remus and Peter rolled their eyes, this kind of fights happened all the time in the dorm.

"Get off of me you idiot, you're going to brake it" Sirius yelled, James ended up grabbing the stripe and when he looked at it, he almost choked.

"NO WAY!!" the other two boys went next to James to look at it also, and they both screamed too.

"Fucking finally!" Remus said "I was getting tired of the tension between you two."

The boys keps teasing the couple and they just smiled rolling their eyes but silently agreeing with Remus, fucking finally.

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