#just boys and gals and their replacement fathers

[imfinereallyy]

Steve Harrington hadn’t talked to his dad in a year.

The last thing the two of them had talked had been after the earthquakes, across the room in the den; his dad barely stepped through the front entryway, and Steve’s back pressed against the back door. The house was messy but still standing, unlike Steve, who was broken and barely keeping himself upright. The only thing Richard Harrington had said to Steve was,

“I think it’s time to move on.” Which was his way of telling Steve they were selling the house and he should figure out his own arrangements. Steve hadn’t cared, though. Didn’t even look at him as he spoke. Instead, he stared at the cracks in the ceiling and wondered if it was some kind of metaphor.

He tried not to think too deeply about it.

It had been a year since then. There had been time to move on, as his dad said. There was no more Upside Down. There was no more worrying about the next move. Max and Eddie were healed. Everyone was back in Hawkins. Robin and Steve lived in a little house on Fifth while Robin took community courses. Eddie practically lived there, too, with the strange friendship bond that had grown between the three of them.

Eddie had argued once it was because their couch was comfier than his bed, but Steve liked to think it was because Eddie wanted to be close to them. To be close to him. Sometimes Steve thought about letting him stay in his bed together.

Time had not moved to that yet.

Everything seemed good. Despite Steve’s resentment towards Richard, and his reluctance to admit the man was right, sometimes it was good to let things go, break apart and move on. Though Steve was sure, this wasn’t exactly what Harrington Sr. meant.

Steve hadn’t talked to his father in over a year. And he didn’t really miss him. Sure, there were moments that passed when Steve would yearn for the small happy moments between them. Secret smiles at baseball games, lunch at his office, and him cheering Steve on at the one swim championship he managed to show up to.

But it always got mixed in with bigger, badder moments. Being left alone for months on end. The belittling. The missed graduation. The yelling. The slurs when he grew his hair out too long. The cold way he said to Steve,

“I think it’s time to move on.”

Like he had been breaking up with a high school sweetheart before leaving for college.

So Steve didn’t miss the man, not really. But in moments like these, in the back of the Byers-Hopper’s backyard at the Father’s Day BBQ, where all party members and parents alike gathered, Steve couldn’t help but ache.

Steve ached for something better than Richard Harrington.

It wasn’t because of parents who stuck around that made Steve’s stomach churn in jealousy, but the ones who decided to show up. It was the way Wayne threw his arm around Eddie’s shoulder and the cheers their beers to something probably ridiculous. The way Steve knew that man would crawl to the ends of the earth for someone who wasn’t technically his, but was nothing short of a son.

It was the way El and Hop manned the grill together. Him laughing at something El said, probably something ridiculous, and her smile back that could light up the sun. The way Steve knew that El wasn’t a replacement for the things Hop had lost, but instead an addition to his life he would choose over and over again.

Steve ached to be loved and care for because someone wanted to. Not because of obligation or by accident. Steve wanted to loved deliberately.

Steve sipped his beer instead of bringing down the celebration with his thoughts. Eddie caught Steve’s eye across the yard and gave him a megawatt smile. Steve couldn’t help but smile shyly back.

“Hey, Steve.” A shy voice said beside him, startling him out of his thoughts. Steve turned to find Dustin standing beside him, nearly up to his nose now with his recent growth spurt. Steve couldn’t help but miss when he was small and could throw him over his shoulder.

Steve was a little surprised to find him there. Dustin wasn’t one to speak small or shy. He liked to make his presence known (much like the lovable metal head he was staring down earlier).

“Hey bud, what’s up?”

Dustin looked around the two of them before answering. Everyone else was with their dads, or talking to one of the party members. Even Robin managed to wrangle her dad and Mr. Sinclair into a conversation about WWII. Dustin looked a little relieved everyone was doing their own thing.

“Okay so you know how like, everyone is celebrating their dad today? And mine isn’t here?”

Steve felt his stomach drop. Somehow in the midst of his self-pitying, he had forgotten that Dustin’s dad wasn’t around either. Didn’t even stick around long enough for his first words. “Yea, dude, I’m sorry this must suck for you.”

Dustin looked nervous. He shifted on his feet back and forth, as if he was trying to find a rhythm to calm himself down. “Yea, so that’s what I actually came over to talk to you about.”

“Yea, Dustin. Im here if you need to talk.”

Dustin seemed to finally be at ease and rolled his eyes at Steve. “No, asshole, I don’t need to talk. I haven’t thought about the dick in years, if I’m honest. I just, it’s something else. And you don’t get to be weird about it.”

“I’m confused.”

“That sounds about right.”

“Hey!” Steve laughed despite his protest. A year ago, stuff like that hurt Steve’s feelings. But now Steve knew it was all in good fun, that Dustin was kind of dick to everyone. And he knew that the joke wasn’t about his intelligence. It hadn’t been a long time, since Steve threatened to push him out of a moving vehicle last time. Steve was pretty sure it had to do with a particular conversation involving his feelings for more than women.

Only Dustin and Robin knew. She was overly supportive, and Dustin instantly made a joke. Both made Steve supported and safe.

The dumbasses.

“Not my fault this happens to you often.”

“Is there a point being made or are you here to just be a dick?” Steve questioned, laughing behind the lip of his beer.

Dustin fidgeted again before pulling something out his back pocket. “Just—promise not to laugh.”

Steve crossed his heart with a giggle before he took a folded white piece of paper out of Dustin’s hands.

Suddenly, Steve’s face got serious as he saw what was on the front.

A poorly drawn Steve with a nail baseball bat, with the title “Happy Father’s Day”.

Steve swallowed thickly before placing his beer on the ground and opening the card. There in Dustin’s chicken scratch, was a message.

Dear Steve,

Don’t be weird about this. Okay here it goes.

My dad wasn’t around a lot, big whoop. Big surprise. I honestly don’t care anymore. Don’t give me a look.

I honestly didn’t think I would really care about any of the dad stuff, didn’t feel like I was really missing out. My mom and her annoying love for cats has always been more than enough. But as time went by sometimes I thought maybe I would be better, I would be different if I had a dad. I see it with the rest of the party, how willingly or unwillingly they all reflect their dads. And how I don’t.

Sometimes I don’t feel like my whole self because if it. Thought maybe I would never really be a whole me because of it. That maybe the world was better off anyway because I know I am a lot.

But then I met you asshole.

I didn’t think I would like you, and more importantly I didn’t think you would like me. But suddenly we are battling worlds together, and you’re hanging out with me even outside the end of days, and I have a new best friend.

If I’m being honest I do see you more as a brother. Someone I look up to. But the more I think about it (again don’t be weird), I do see you as a dad some days. Although the hands on hips do scream mother hen, you’ve been a dad to me in the ways the asswipe who made someone as amazing as me hasn’t been.

You are brave, and funny and despite popular belief you are kind. One of the kindest people I know. You make me feel safe and loved, and give me rides despite me never giving you gas money. Some days I look in the mirror and see parts of you in me, and I feel proud.

Some days I look at you and hope that I can see the braveness and kindness in myself too. I don’t yet, but you make it feel possible.

I don’t need a sperm donor (thank you Robin for that one), I have the world’s okayest dad right here.

Love you brother, friend, dad.

Happy Father’s Day, from your fellow nerd,

Dustin <3

Steve was crying. He knew that. He knew he promised not to make it weird, but Steve couldn’t help it. The little shit got him right in the heart.

He couldn’t be blamed for scooping up Dustin in a hug. “I love you too, Dusty Buns.”

Dustin squeezed Steve tight, “You don’t get to call me that.” He grumbled, but Steve could feel his tshirt getting wet.

“As your father it is my right to get to call you embarrassing nick names.” Steve squeezed Dustin even tighter.

Dustin just laughed and pushed him away jokingly. They both wiped their eyes, but the smiles on their faces remained.

Steve thought about Richard at that moment again, about how he ached for someone to care. And maybe Steve would never get it, but he could be that someone for someone else. He could give that care, Dustin.

The little shit.

“Thank you Dustin.”

Dustin shook his head, his crooked smile remained. “Nah man, thank you.”

They both just stared at each other in comfortable silence before they were interrupted by a barking force.

“What are you two saps talking about?” Eddie slung his arms around the both of them, mouth spread wide in a grin. But then he noticed the tear tracks, and suddenly his face dropped.

Eddie took Steve’s face in his hands, “What’s wrong? What happened?”

Steve shook his head fondly, “Nothing—“ He started, preparing to wave it off. But then Steve realized he couldn’t lie to Eddie. “—nothing bad. Happy tears. I promise.”

Eddie looked at Steve for a moment before nodding, giving his face a tight squeeze, and then dropping his hands. “Okay, Stevie, as long as their happy tears.”

“What am I? Chopped liver?” Dusting grumbled.

“Aweee Dusty, I could never forget you!!” Eddie threw himself at Dustin in a horrible attempt at a hug.

Dustin just pushed him off before rolling his eyes. Steve swore they were gonna get stuck one day.

“Whatever, man. Just make sure that you treat my dad right, or I’m going to have to make some tough calls.” Dustin stared down Eddie seriously before laughing evilly and walking away.

Steve wanted to freeze at Dustin’s implication, but Eddie looked adorably confused, so Steve didn’t feel too bad.

“What’s that supposed to mean? Is this new? Him just getting protective about this without explaining?” Eddie asked Steve.

“Don’t worry about it.” Steve looked down at the card again wistfully, before glancing back up at Eddie. Steve took one of Eddie’s hands and started to play with his rings. A blush bloomed across Eddie’s cheeks; Steve wanted to kiss him. Instead, he just said,

“Just think he’s trying to be a little like his dad.”

***

Dad’s are complicated, and family isn’t always blood. I hope you enjoyed my little Father’s Day contribution. I do headcannon Hopper as Steve’s father figure/replacement, and usually write it that way but this seemed like a fun opportunity to show how Steve is his own father figure for others.

He is a good egg.

Now with Father’s Day over, my birthday is in two weeks which is making me feel all sorts of things. So I’m distracting myself with steddie. Either way expect a lot of writing and updates soon.

#Steve Harrington and Dustin Henderson friendship #steddie #just boys and gals and their replacement fathers #they all deserve a little love and a little reminder of it #give Steve Harrington the support from the party he deserves! #Steve Harrington #dustin henderson #eddie munson #bisexual steve harrington #gay eddie munson #happy fathers day #stranger things #my writing #hurt/comfort #but mostly comfort #long fic #ficlet #the party

[respectthepetty]

Colors in Twins

I'm still not sure if there are color-coded boys in love happening in Twins, but . . .

I find it funny that First is #2 instead of being #1.

And it's all because First's dad favored Zee when they were kids over his own biological son.

As a child, First is seen in yellow and this blue-green.

And when we first see Zee and Sprite as kids, Zee is blue and Sprite is yellow and blue.

But something happened to all of them as kids. They changed colors. Zee, without Sprite became angrier and red.

First lost the attention of his Blue Boy father.

Like, that dad only wears blue.

So First turned completely yellow and cautious since he felt betrayed.

Even though Sprite tried to fill his Blue Boy brother's shoes clothes when they were separated,

He seems to have maintained both his colors because even when he wears blue, he has the yellow bag.

And this is where my color theory gets wild.

We have Zee (red), Sprite (mainly blue), and First (yellow) with Sprite trying to repair the rocky relationship between Zee and First.

The love story is between First

And Sprite.

Both boys, when they were young, were blue and yellow, then life slapped them (@sparklyeyedhimbo saw the lights too, so I'm not delulu).

But Sprite still holds onto the yellow through his bag, and First still holds onto the blue through his bag (their baggage, get it? hehe).

So are the colors trying to tell us that these two were destined? They were both the same colors when they were young. They adopted a primary color because of unhappy circumstance but they still carry around a part of the other color. Now they will play together on a team that combines their colors.

And could the show also be saying Zee needs to come back to his blueness?

First's dad is blue, and Zee was forced to fulfill his mother dream. He couldn't be blue anymore. But he seems to like Salmon, who might be a Green Gal, but always carries around a little bit of yellow, just like his twin. Her clipboard is also yellow.

And could that be the reason Zee hated First? He didn't want to replace his yellow/blue brother with a yellow/blue friend?

Yet still thinks about his brother on occasion?

Or is Zee going to remain red and a hindrance?

I have no idea, but every week, I'm more excited to find out!

#twins the series #color coded boys in love #the colors mean things #so does it mean this is about fate? #does it mean Zee had his reasons for being being distant? #WHAT DO THEY MEAN?!

[tinkerbelle05]

It's no secret that the batkids love climbing onto high places. It was like a rite of passage to do it as Batman and Robin. Robins climbing on the high shoulders of Batman to see the foggy Gothman skyline.

They did that as Bruce and Dick, though Dick likes hanging upside down from Bruce’s shoulders as the older man spun him around. Laugher and giggles filled the space, and for a while replaced the screaming and the yelling. If only for a while. But Dick was 8 and Bruce was considerably younger back down.

Now they stood, both men. Dick doesn't remember but Bruce hadn't picked him up in a while. Piggy-back rides, hanging from shoulders by his legs, being spun from hands. The yelling and the screaming took up too much space for that. He remembers though, when he sees Jason, his new little brother.

When he sees that he runs to Bruce, all smiles and giggles and jumps without a care in the world. Because Bruce would always be there to catch him, and catch him he did.

Bruce’s laugh was deep, “Hi Jaylad, what you got there?”

“My math test, I got a B on it,” he proudly answers. He looks over to the left and sees Dick sitting at the counter, “Dick, look.” He calls out and wiggles to let go of Bruce’s embrace. Bruce lets him go with a pat on his head.

Dick knows that Jason is talking, he understands that, but he can’t register the words. His mouth is moving but no words come out. The action, simple, probably a daily occurrence, took him back. To a simpler time, when he and Bruce were black and white, not multiple shades of gray.

Years have passed and Dick wonders if this was a rite a passage too. Boys turned to men but still wanting the comfort and love and attention of a father regardless. Dick sees it when Jason came back and Tim was there. How Bruce would easily pick Tim up when he was injured like Bruce uses to do with Jason.

But Jason was 200 pounds heavier and insisted that he didn’t want another of Bruce’s affections. So why would he want this? And Jason hates that stabbing feeling. He reconciled with Bruce and they still loved each other but. Things would never be the same for Jason. But he wants things to be the same. He wants to curl up in Bruce’s warm bed and have the man read books to him and sing the lullabies that his mother uses to sing to him.

But Jason’s far too old for that and didn’t need his Dad. But he desperately wanted to.

Tim thought that this feeling he often hears Dick and Jason talked about would never happen to him. The feeling of having to grow up but wanting nothing more than to not.

Because he and Bruce didn’t have that relationship. They were Batman and Robin, hero and sidekick. They weren’t Bruce and Tim, father and son. That was fine with Tim because he had invaded this family enough. He already had a bed and a seat at the table, a name that wasn’t his own. That should be enough for him, but it wasn’t. He selfishly wanted more than that. He just didn’t know how to ask for it, and he’s sure the others didn’t either.

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#bruce wayne #jason todd #dick grayson #tim drake #batman #red robin #nightwing #red hood #batfam #batfamily #batfamily angst #dc #dc comcis #canon? what canon? #this is was meant to be fluffy #but idk man I just started typing and this happened #oops

[usa-manors-library]

Food Stash Finding

(A/N: Heyyy let me give you a warning real quick, guys, gals, pals; Alaska abuse! If you want to pass it, scroll until you see the text divider.

Also; I'm Latinizing most Russian words for the sake of my English speaking audience. Obviously the Russian language uses a different alphabet, but I thought I'd make it easier for most of  you readers to pronounce in your heads.)

"Russkaya Amerika," Imperial Russia demanded in a stern, disapproving voice as he threw open the door.

The colony jumped, startled by the sudden entrance of his father. He turned away from his window and offered a shaky smile.

"Zdravstvujtye, Papa," He greeted, "How are you?"

"How am I? Syn, you're a fool if you think I'm here to talk about feelings," The Russian scoffed, tipsily stumbling into the room, "We both know no son of mine can be a fool. So. Where is it?"

The boy's smile wavered, mind running a million miles per second to figure out what his father was talking about, "Where's what?"

"Don't play dumb with me, you thief," Russian Empire huffed, starting to shuffle through his son's things, "There were twelve loaves of Kalach bread yesterday morning. I ate one, and today when I went to get a pre-supper snack, there were nine. Tell me, you little pig, how does that math make sense?"

Russkaya Amerika paled.

"I don't recall permitting you to eat breakfast today. In fact, I wasn't home to allow you to have dinner either. I also sent you to bed without supper last night..." Imperial Russia continued, "So I have a theory. I believe, we have a rat in this house."

"A... rat?"

"You heard me. We have a fat, gluttonous rat roaming these halls. A filthy rat that must've been hungry, after missing three meals..." The empire eyed a bit of crumb on the bookshelf, "A rat that was so hungry, it didn't bother covering its little tracks..."

"...Papa. Papa, wait—!"

Russian Empire went to the bookshelf and brushed off the crumbs. He turned to glare at Alaska.

Russian America's eyes widened as he covered his mouth.

"Izveeneetye, izveeneetye, izveeneetye!" He tearfully apologized, bowing his head, "I— I didn't... I was hung... Izveeneetye! It slipped out, I didn't mean to—!"

*THWACK*

"You do not have the authority to tell me what to do, rat," The Russian hissed, lowering his throwing arm.

His son nodded without looking up, trembling as his hot tears fell off his face.

"...And for the love of God, stop being so pathetic," Russian Empire gave an exasperated sigh, "It didn't even hit you."

He's right. The dictionary flew past the boy's head. Papa wanted to scare him, not hurt him. But that would change, the second he turned around. 

10-year-old Alaska wasn't crying over the crumbs. He was crying over the food stash, formerly hidden behind that book.

He felt the blood freeze in his veins as he heard the country look behind him.

"Russkaya Amerika... Stealing your own father's food?"

Russian America was very grateful that the heaviest book was already thrown.

──────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────────

"Alaska?" America called, softly knocking on his new territory's door, "May I come in?"

Alaska's eyes widened at the sound of his country's voice. He almost tripped over his own feet as he rushed out of bed and to the door, quickly opening it for America.

"Да— Yes!" Alaska nodded, "Of course."

He mentally cursed himself for taking so long. If he had only watched where he was stepping, he could've gotten to the door sooner. There was also the language slip-up. What kind of idiot forgot the language spoken in his own country?

He watched America's face (and hands) for a reaction, but... nothing happened.

America took a step forward.

Alaska braced himself for whatever was coming.

America simply walked into the room and smiled.

"Ah, alright! I just wanted to make sure Indiana replaced your pillows and sheets. The ones that were in here before were made to be uncomfortable," America chuckled, "We used this as a guest room— specifically for guests we didn't want to hang around too long, so we sabotaged the bedding in hopes of making them want to leave sooner."

"She already replaced them then," Alaska confirmed, "They're very nice. Uhm... Maybe too nice? Are you sure I have the right ones?"

America laughed, much to Alaska's silent confusion.

He was serious. Surely America didn't mean to give something that well-made to him, right? At home— Well, at his former home, he didn't even have a pillow.

But this isn't Russia, Alaska reminded himself, And I have no right to question America's decisions, even if they aren't very... normal.

"I'm glad you like them! Now, I also came here to see how you're doing."

Okay, this had to be a trick.

"I know this whole thing's probably... odd for you, to say the least," America continued, "And this house can be a bit loud and... rambunctious, at times—"

Alaska gave a small nod, pretending to know what 'rambunctious' meant.

"So I wanted to check in on you. Is everything alright?"

Govno. Alaska didn't know how to answer.

If he said no, America would be angry— 

Upset, He corrected himself, Countries... Countries never get angry. They get upset.

He would be upset with Alaska for being ungrateful of his hospitality.

If he said yes, America would think that's— That's egotistical, right? To say you're alright when so many other people aren't? Papa told him it was.

"It's different, but everything's fine," Alaska answered dryly, hoping that was neutral enough.

Apparently it was, since America seemed semi-satisfied with the answer.

"Good," The American nodded, "If there's ever a time when you don't feel like it is... you can always tell me."

'So I can discipline you for being a whiner,' Alaska mentally filled in the blank.

Instead of vocalizing his conclusion, he simply nodded.

"Yes sir."

"Great." America made his way to the door, "By the way, supper's going to be a little late tonight. Ohio started a fire in the kitchen by making flammable... tea? He seems to be really good at lighting water on fire. Anyway, it took a while to clean up, so I'd say it'd be— What, thirty minutes late?"

America thought for a moment before shrugging, "I'm not certain. I'll just call for everyone, so keep an ear out, alright?"

Alaska nodded once more.

"Nice. See you then!"

*BANG*

*THUD*

America accidentally slammed the door, making Alaska jump as a heavy, insecure portrait fell off the wall.

Alaska felt his heart stop.

That was the portrait he hid his new food stash behind.

"Ti Durak...!" Alaska quietly insulted himself, frozen in fear as his eyes went to the stash scattering across the ground to the turning doorknob.

"Sorry about that! I guess I don't know my own... strength..." America surveyed the scene, "...Alaska?"

Alaska fearfully dropped to his knees, trembling as he attempted to clean up his mess with his shaky hands.

"Iz— izveeneetye! Izveeneetye, izveeneetye!" A terrified Alaska blurted out, "Izveeneetye! I'm... I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry, sorry!"

"Alaska..." America carefully approached the territory, crouching next to him.

"I'm— I'm sorry! Izveeneetye, iz-izveeneetye!" He continued to apologize, "I... This... I was hungry, I'm sorry!"

America lifted his hand. Alaska responded by wincing and bowing his head, heart hammering and mind racing.

Would America's hits hurt more or less than Papa's?

I mean, Papa was my father, surely he held back a little, since I was his son. To America, I'm just a random territory. He doesn't have any reason to weaken the blow.

How can I be a burden to him already? I haven't even been here for a week, and I've already screwed up! Looks like Papa had the right idea...

Will America sell me? When? Would the person he sells me to sell me, after they realize what a waste of space I am? What about the person they sell me to? The person that sells me after the other?

Will I just be bought and sold over and over again until I'm old and gray?

America brought his hand down, gently resting it on Alaska's as a sign to stop.

Alaska paused and looked up to America with bewildered eyes.

"You don't have to apologize. It wasn't your fault," America carefully explained with a softened expression, "It was mine, really. I was the one who slammed the door. I'm not mad."

"You're not... Countries don't get... mad. You're— You're upset."

"No. Not with you," America negated before motioning to the mess on the floor, "Now. Do you feel like telling me what all this is about...? It's completely alright if you want to catch your breath first. I won't make you tell me if you don't want to."

"I... It's... I'm sorry for being such a little... little rat... I stole— I stole from your pantry. I ate without your permission!"

America studied Alaska's face and frowned.

...That can't be good—

"Alaska... you're not a rat. You don't need my permission to eat. You don't need it to get something from the pantry either. You live here. It's your pantry too..." America furrowed his brow, "Have you... Have you been skipping meals? Since I haven't been... 'permitting' you?"

Alaska hesitantly nodded.

Yep, now America's definitely worried.

"So you haven't had breakfast since...?"

"Ehm... A couple days before I left Russia."

"Well then, I'm certainly glad you 'stole'," America made sure to dramatize the air quotes, "From the pantry. Is... Was asking for permission normal for you?"

Alaska nodded once more.

"And if you didn't?"

"I... I, uhm, got disciplined."

That word made the country queasy, for some reason.

"What did that... entail?"

"Just..." Alaska rolled up his sleeve to show off a couple bad bruises, "This and yelling. Discipline."

And now America's pissed. 

"How long had he been... 'disciplining' you?"

"I don't... remember the first time...?"

Russian Empire's very lucky they're both countryhumans. Beating the crap out of him could destroy thousands of lives. Otherwise, he and America would have some words.

Some very long words. 

Some words that may or may not be eternally solidified in his mind via punches.

And I'm not talking about the word 'discipline.'

"Alaska... That's not... good. Or normal."

"I— I know! I should've been better! I should've been less of a burden! It— It was my fault! If I was... If I was a better person, than he wouldn't of had to... to—!"

"No... no... That's..." America shook his head, "That wasn't your fault."

"But it was!" Alaska snapped, "It always was!"

His eyes widened as he realized his own tone.

"I'm— I'm sorry!" He bowed his head again, "It— It slipped out, I...!"

"You're okay, Laskie," America reassured, placing his hand on the territory's shoulder softly, "You don't... you don't need to apologize for emotions."

Alaska seemed unconvinced, but his string of apologies trailed off into silence.

America took a deep breath. He could do this.

"Alaska, do you know what abuse is? Izbiyeniye?"

"Of course I do," Alaska spoke up, "But I don't see how that's relevant."

"What's your definition of abuse?"

"Beating up somebody. Maybe starving them or yelling at them for no reason."

"So you were abused."

"No," Alaska shook his head, "No... That's different."

"How so?"

"I... I was being disciplined. Punished. Taught a lesson. It's the only way I learn anything."

"...Follow up question; have you ever heard the term 'gaslighting?'"

"Yes, but..." Alaska's head jerked up with realization, "He didn't do that! He never would! I'm his son! Who's ever heard of a somebody trying to gaslight their own family members!?"

America slowly raised his hand.

"I... That..." Alaska stammered, "That's— That's not fair. England and Britain don't count."

America slowly lowered his hand.

A brief period of silence fell over the room while Alaska tried to gather his thoughts.

"Your... Your dad tried to gaslight you... You and your uncles... And maybe even your siblings, right?"

"Mhm," America nodded.

"...How were you able to tell? To— To realize what he was doing?"

"I realized that his lies didn't add up."

"And... And you did that by...?"

"...What did Russia 'discipline' you for?"

"Stealing food, naturally," Alaska replied, inwardly cringing at his accidental rolled 'r.'

"Taking care of a basic human need that he refused to provide?"

"Ehm... Getting in his way. Like standing in a room or hallway he didn't want me in."

"On purpose?"

"No... I didn't go into the closed-off rooms."

"So... Just existing in your home?"

"I... Yes. But, but there were times when I was obnoxious and made too much noise!"

America looked at Alaska doubtfully, "You don't seem to be the 'loud and obnoxious' type."

"When... When I was goofing off, or laughing at something stupid, or rambling about something I liked, or—"

"Just being human?"

"But I was an attention seeker, too! I got scared, sometimes I got angry, sometimes I was sad—"

"So... Just being human?"

Alaska paused and furrowed his brow.

"But... But when I was little I had nightmares and woke him up! I... I bothered him with imaginary stories and tried to get him to play! That was selfish—!"

"That's... That's just being a kid, Laskie. A kid who..." America's gaze turned sorrowfully nostalgic for a moment, "Wants his father."

"I...! I..."

Alaska couldn't think of any more examples.

The fragile hallucination of his Papa being a perfect father was shattering before his eyes.

"Listen... I'm not claiming to have gone through something as bad as you have," America started, "I mean, I always had food. Fath— England wasn't as physically violent as Russia sounds. At least when I was growing up as a failure— *Ahem*, failed colony."

Alaska's ears perked up at that. He didn't know America used to be a failed colony too.

"But... Our situation's share a little common ground. I know... I know how hard it can be to come to terms with the fact that your dad... might not be the hero you made him out to be growing up," America disclosed, "I know what it's like to worry about left behind siblings... What were their names?"

"Litva and Finlyandskoye. Or... Or Lietuva and Suomi. Lithuania and Finland, for you."

"Lithuania and Finland... I'll remember that," America filed away before continuing, "I... also know how difficult it can be to get through when you feel alone, and... I don't want that for you, Alaska."

"What... What do you mean?"

"I mean I'm... I'm here for you," America stated, "Realizing how abnormal your life was before can be... a scare, a migraine, a blessing, a curse, a... a jarring change... And I want to help you sort it out. When you're ready to, of course. I just... I want you to know you can rely on me for help.

For support, talks, my opinion, or whenever you just need to be around a friend... I'm here. I don't want you to feel utterly alone like I... Like some people feel, when they're untangling a mess like this."

"...Really? You'd do that for...?" Alaska looked down, "I... I don't want to burden you with..."

"You're not a burden, Laskie. You've never been."

"I'm... I'm not sure if I believe you about that..."

"You wouldn't, right away," America admitted, standing up, "But I'm hoping you'll believe it one day."

Alaska gave a small nod as America helped him up, "Maybe... Maybe one day."

Not today, but...

Maybe one day.

#countryhumans #statehumans #statehumans alaska #countryhumans usa #countryhumans ame #countryhumans america #sh alaska #ch usa #ch ame #ch america

[bellybiologist]

Okay, finished 3rd run of FE: 3 Hopes

And here are some thoughts ramblings. Spoilers ahoy for those who care! (fair warning, its a big post!)

After finishing all 3 paths at least once (Recruited byleth on my edelgarde and dimitri runs, but not on Claude’s), i can officially say that Shez and Arval are the weakest parts of the game. I know they’re needed to be the eyes for the player, but their narrative feels so unimportant, with little-to-no payoff either way you finish the lines, and shoe-horned in with a thin layer of Anime Protag. Probably wouldve been better if Shez was Just a Dude/Gal and they just ditched the whole Arval situation. The story probably would’ve been just as good without them completely, but i guess they needed their Anime Protag Transformation who was SO GOOD at what they do to make sure that the side you’re on wins. 🤷🏽‍♀️. Even the extra chapters felt like they existed solely so the house leaders can talk to each other.

Speaking of unimportant, i cant say im pleased with any of the endings. They left no closure, which i’m thinking is the point. The game seems to put so very little importance on “what ACTUALLY happens” and the narrative only functions as a stage for the characters to develop and interact, which i think is fine and works well for that. WHo wins the war? doesnt matter! Look at these CHARACTERS. But it misses out on a lot because there are no “endings” for the characters like in the first game. 

For a lot of characters, the fact that the game’s focus is on the war, with no “school arc” at all does a lot of interesting things, for better or for worse. A lot of characters developed and evolve a certain way during their school arc, which has a LOT of focus for the first game and is also the arc they can develop a lot of key relationships. With that gone, they develop different ones, and evolve differently. The big focus is on “War actually sucks!” which i think they pull off well, and they do a much better job going into the politics of the individual kids’ families and the countries, which is a good tradeoff i think. Characters like Sylvain (thank god they actually put EFFORT into his writing) and the boys trying to be knights really flourish from the focus on the war section. Petra also got a lot of cool focus too, as did the Ashen wolves. Others I feel got a lot less out of it, and some evolved in ways that are so different from how they did in the first game, it’s almost sad. Caspar is the main one im thinking of, as instead of breaking away from his family to roam during the war and before rejoining with Byleth, he remains loyal to the empire (which is a LOT more valid in this game, given how Edelgarde’s path is MUCH better written imo), and ends up like, proving himself to his father (nice!), or leaving the battlefield with a “Augh I’m Pathetic!!!” Because of this, his Good Boy™ traits are downplayed a LOT (especially since he doesnt have supports with Ashe). It really feels like the lack of inter-house relationships + Byleth robs him and some other characters (particularly the ones with very Curiosity driven narratives) of their development in the 1st game in favor of more relevant developments to the sudden war. A lot of the characters do allude to it pretty frequently about how things couldve been different, so the big changes def feel intentional, as this is a big exploration into a different timeline.

So all in all, the writing and development was enjoyable! (even if very sad for a good portion of the characters, but that’s the point). I still prefer Byleth’s Narrative, mostly cuz  the magic of the setting (particularly in Claude’s path) is ruined by the lack of mystery solving that the 1st game does, and Shez and Arval are such piss poor replacements for them with their weak narratives that gave me nothing to chew on.

Some other notes:

-LAUGHING cuz Raphael loses his muscles when using the Warmaster model instead of his base model. WOW. TWINKED. it KEEPS HAPPENING. 

-Linhardt is still funny as hell.

-when will Pegasi stop being sexist? (Ignatz’s last support with Marianne was disappointind. Let the BOY FLY👏🏽 ) -Dimitri got so much a better schtick out of it too. cuz WOW they did him dirty in the 1st game’s golden deer. They (and by they i mean felix) are still real mean to him, but gosh, he got out of this so much better in all endings (but being beaten to death off screen is a VERY LOW BAR)

-The Supports are still banger and a lot of them gave me real big smiles. Particualy marianne’s with ingrid and Bernadetta.

#verzi rambles #about fire emblem

[brokenmusicboxwolfe]

You know, I’d never seen a Douglas Sirk film before, and I think I may have been right not to bother.

After all these years of seeing film experts gushing, and his films being a weird gap in my film viewing, I thought what the heck. So tonight I watched All That Heaven Allows and discovered something: I absolutely do NOT understand humans.

Ok, so basically it involves a romance between an “older” woman from uptight privilege and a young guy that a decade later would have been a hippie but since it’s the 50s, he’s woodsy fella with salt of the earth and artsy city escapee type friends. And naturally it’s about the tension over these “huge” differences.

Let’s start with age thing. Now the age difference seemed so slight I was like, “what, is she 40 and him 30”, but then I looked it up and the actress was only 38 and him 30. This hardly seems like some huge age gap!! And yet everyone acts like she should be getting ready for the grave, tutting at her showing cleavage or wearing red. Oh, they suggest she should marry a dude that looks old enough to be her father, for companionship don’t ya’ know, but the idea that she might want a romance seems unthinkable to everyone. Wouldn’t she just like a brand new shiny tv to “fill up” her time?

Seriously???

Almost everyone is against the relationship. Her young adult kids are utterly obnoxious assholes, not even having the decency to be simply upset that their dead dad might be replaced, but really freaking out because she is “old” and not “acting her age”! And, of course, he’s of the class thought of as “the help”, so snobbery rears it’s head too. Her so called friends are not the slightest bit better, made worse with the whole catty gossip thing that throbs through the community. Because she is too old, don’t ya know!

Please!! I have a decade on her and I don’t think I’m too old to do whatever the fuck I want or dress however the fuck I like. If a guy younger than me was into me, and I loved him, I wouldn’t be going all panicky and saying it was “impossible”. I’d be like “Hell, ya! Can I move into the old mill you fixed up to be our home tonight, or are you going to make me wait until we are married? ‘Cause if you are wanting the whole legal thing, I’m free tomorrow!”

I think half way through the movie yelling “You stupid fucking bitch!” at the screen is not a good sign.

Oh, and being the 1950s, there is forced male kissing. This is seen as bad when it was the dude at a party that she wasn’t into, but good when it is Rock Hudson. I dunno. I also don’t get Rock Hudson. Oh, I thought he was great in the movie Seconds, but as a romantic lead I don’t get it. Maybe it’s like with Elvis, I don’t get 1950s “sexy” dudes dudes and their gravity defying greased hair. But even if I were swooning, I really hate the way guys in old stuff just grabbed a gal for a kiss without her having any say in it. My Mom always used to say “Oh hit him!!” when guys in movies did that sort of thing, and boy do I agree!

Weirdly the romance seems to just be required by the script, but never sold to the audience. While you can see he’s sketched out so as to make him enticing, a man apart from rigid society, why exactly does he fall in love with her? He likes her legs, fine, but what else? Does she have hobbies, other than liking chunks of fancy ceramics she mentions? Do they have ANY common interests or dreams? Who the hell is she as a person?

Anyway, the movie boils down to a woman being a weakling to social pressure, a doormat to her kids and social circle, and so getting all freaked out at being in love with “the wrong guy”. YAWN!

I guess I am totally not the person for soap operas where the drama comes from society influences and norms. I have just never properly felt like a part of any society. I never even understood peer pressure as a kid, like who the hell are my peers and why should they make any difference in what I say or do?

I wish I belonged somewhere, don’t get me wrong, but I prefer to be myself even if it is lonely. And this woman would NOT be alone, so I have no patience with her. Grow a spine already and stop dragging it out for this 15hr movie!

Oh, wait. It wasn’t even 90minutes. It just felt damn endless!

Still, I can say I finally saw a Sirk film. Never have to bother with that again!

At least I was distracted from lobster envy! Any time there is a reference to someone eating lobster I get grumpy. I sooooo miss lobster! LOL

#movies #all that heaven allows

[daincrediblegg]

1, 3, 4, 9 for the film asks please!

1.Name a few underrated actors.

Well no. 1 on this list is My Boy Hamish Linklater, obviously. That man is better than 99% of the hollywood faps and none of them could’ve ever played Father Paul with the depth and rawness and nuance that he did and I will love him forever for it and I think he should really start getting more main roles like that actually or I’m gonna go to hollywood and pick off execs one by one personally.

Paul Sun-Hyung Lee is next on my list because I actually NEED him to be in everything now. Kim’s Convenience really is genuinely one of the best and funniest and most heartwarming shows to ever to exist and I’m so happy that Simu Liu has gotten a LOT of jobs as a result- but man I see so many good potential casts for Paul too that I’m gonna go insane beating my head against the wall if they don’t happen. Like it would be a sin not to cast this dude as Uncle Iroh in a live action adaptation of ATLA. He is the best if not the ONLY man for the job and I will die on that hill. He tickles me silly every single time he shows up in The Mandolorian but lets be real: he needs more screen time bc the bit part they have him doing ain’t cutting it. Let him fully replace Cara Dune next season like please I am begging I would like to see more of him in the star wars universe and let him have an actual character to chew on like PLEASE!!!! He’s the fat star wars hero we deserve. Give him all the roles he’s excellent.

For ladies, my choices are these:

First choice for this category for me has gotta be Carla Gugino. I mean especially in the last few years? Her work with Mike Flannagan has been fucking incredible from Hill House to Geralds Game (which I feel like it’s not nearly discussed enough but it should be bc that one still like genuinely haunts me moreso than probably any other Mike Flanagan work or stephen king adaptation) and not to mention she’s a total MILF to boot anyway I just love her and I’m excited to see her and Mike tackle Poe

Stephanie Hsu coming in hot bc I Loved her in Mrs. Maisel and when I figured out she was in Everything Everywhere All At Once too I flipped my shit. She’s perfect in every way and I love her and I am so excited to see where her career takes her bc she’s just got so much and I love her.

And of course Kate Siegel. My girl comes thru for me every single time I see her and never disappoints. Would love to see her branch out from her own damn husband’s projects but honestly even if she doesn’t I don’t think I could complain bc he writes roles for her that are what she deserves. And if that ain’t love idk what is.

3.Most overrated actor(s)?

Just gonna do an mcu lightning round just to get it out of the way (god I am so gonna get fuckin lynched for this): RDJ, Chris Pratt, Sebastian Stan, Benedict Cumberbatch (bonus points for being so annoying that the MCU now inserts him into every movie to try and make me care about him: it’s not working), Evangeline Lily, Paul Rudd, Mark Ruffalo, Jeremy Renner, Elizabeth Olsen, Bradley Cooper(this fucking guy especially I hate how often his films get nominated for oscars he’s not good the best shit he ever did was 1) produce joker and 2) play the douchebag I perceive him to be in Wedding Crashers) Tom Holland, Zendaya.

By vicarious exposure due to his recurrent involvement in projects with Hamish Linklater I must say I don’t think Dan Stevens is that good of an actor either. He can do a lot but I don’t really feel it when he does it… y’know? I just don’t buy.

Also not a big Matt Smith gal. Not really looking forward to see him in the GOT spin off either and frankly if he’s playing Rhaegar that’s an eggregious mis-cast. Like the man has no eyebrows for feck’s sake

As for actresses Jennifer Lawrence hits the top of the list for me (probably just by association with bradley cooper shit) followed closely by Vera Farminga and probably also Nicole Kidman.

4.What’s a movie you watched over and over again as a child that you still love?

God there are so many lmao but one I remember actively seeking out to view is Howl’s Moving Castle. I remember they used to run it on STARZ all the time and I would try to catch it every single time it was on.

9.Name a film you think has some of the best costume and makeup/hair design.

God that’s tough. I mean take about any GDT movie and it ticks all the boxes for me in that category (I mean the fish man suit was about 90% practical. Nobody does that anymore and Doug Jones is a king and a legend for his work as such)… but then also LOTR and The Hobbit really got me good with the visuals also and they also still hold up like insanely well. But also what I re-watched recently is The Fall. And honestly to this day the costume design in that film continues to blow me away… so I guess take all of those for what they’re worth lmao

FILM QUESTIONS

#ask games #thank u bb for supporting the film nerd in me 🥰🥰🥰

[yanderecrazysie]

what about a yandere farmer boy kita/ushijima who takes an unwilling housewife for themselves? 😳 maybe she's just a city girl who went to the province just for a lil nice get-away but farmer boi may have gotten too attached. i really love your work btw! came here from quotev

YES! A Quotev-ian! Quotev was the first place I started writing, so I have such a strong nostalgic love for it! Thank you so much for your support and this is such a fun idea! I’m going to try Ushijima, since I haven’t written a one shot for him yet!

I’m sorry it’s so late, I try my best to put a lot of effort in my fics and they always end up so much longer than I expect- >3< I hope it’s worth the wait!

Part 2 is here

Title: Confine

Pairings: Ushijima x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, swearing, a bit of misogyny, Ushijima is lowkey creepy

Summary: Ushijima would like to extend your trip to the countryside from a couple months to forever. He’d also like you by his side. Unfortunately, your preferences aren’t necessary.

confine

/verb/

restrain or forbid someone from leaving (a place).

It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy the city, it was more that you needed a little break from the hustle and bustle.

When you and your boyfriend broke up, you were left scrambling to find a new apartment. The best place you could afford was in very poor condition and in a shady neighborhood, and even that sapped more of your resources than it should.

The last straw that broke the camel’s back was the retail company you worked at laying you off. You weren’t fired or anything, you just weren’t essential enough for them to keep you when they downsized for cost-cutting reasons.

As you looked at your puffy eyes in the yellowing, stained mirror, and tried to ignore the shouting of the other people in your building, you made your decision.

“Fuck it,” you muttered, walking back into your bedroom and pulling out your suitcase.

“Are you sure you don’t want to settle down here for a longer period of time? I know we don’t have any apartments here, but you could find a small house for pretty cheap.”

You smiled fondly at the woman in the driver’s seat beside you, “I’m sure, mom. I’ll only be here for two months. Maybe three. I’m a city gal, not a country gal.”

“Fine, fine,” Your mother laughed, recognizing the hint of exasperation in your voice, “Well, you are welcome to stay with us as long as you need. I talked to Okashi, my friend that works in that cute little diner, and she’d love to give you a job as a server there!”

“Just like that?” Your eyes widened. You planned to get a job, save up your earnings along with the little you had before hopping on the bus to the Miyagi Prefecture, then move back to the city, but to get a job right off the bat like this was more than surprising.

“Of course, dear, she adores you” Your mother smiled, “You met Okashi a year or two back, remember? You were surprised to see a lady my age with bright pink hair.”

A mental image of a middle-aged woman with bubblegum-colored curls, shining blue eyes, and an enthusiastic way of talking. Last time you’d seen her, you were fresh out of college, and yet she’d cooed over you like you were starting your first day of school. Somehow, it wasn’t too annoying, the way she did it. She was more like one of those old aunties from the movies that just want to shower you with kisses.

“If there’s anything I can do to help around the-”

“Stop that talk right now!” Your mother cut you off sternly, “I already told you we’re happy to have you. There’s no need to work for us, it’ll be a pleasure for your father and I to be able to see you.”

You smiled gratefully at her before turning to look out the passenger-side window. In place of the familiar busy streets were acres of land growing a variety of crops, fences encompassing horses and cows, and little country roads. Towering skyscrapers were replaced with thick forests and fruit-filled orchards.

The countryside was like an entirely different world than the city was and, even if you preferred the city life, you could picture living here too.

But you always planned to return to the city when your two months were up.

“I can’t thank you enough for letting me work for you,” You said to the peppy woman facing you.

Okashi waved away your worries with a hand shining with a new coat of bright red polish on her long fingernails. Her lipstick was just-as-intensely red as her nails and her cheeks were dusted with a pink nearly the same color as her curly hair.

“No problem at all, darling! Not many new folks around here looking for work, and you’re gonna need a place to earn money if you’re gonna be saving up for only a few months, darling!”

You smiled up at her, your heart warming with gratitude, “When would you like me to get started? I’m free at just about any time- it’s not like I have anything to be doing while here.”

Okashi’s response was a huge grin and a bundle of clothing being shoved into your arms enthusiastically. You returned her smile and hurried to the bathroom to change into what must be your new uniform.

Sure enough, it was a pink and white outfit, one that reminded you of one of those old retro diners. A white apron and simple light-pink dress. It was cute, in its own way, you supposed, but it definitely not something you would consider wearing outside of the diner.

You’d barely walked out of the bathroom when the light tinkling of a bell sounded throughout the tiny building. You weren’t exactly sure if the diner you worked at was popular or not, but a glance at your watch told you the place had literally just opened. And, yet, there was a long stream of people happily chatting their way inside.

The majority of the customers were elderly people, like you mostly expected, but plenty were people around your age- college students, young adults, new couples, etc.

Okashi flitted around the store, talking to everyone with familiarity, seeming to know every person that entered the diner. It wasn’t the first time you’d been a server, not by any means, but you were a little nervous to be in a place where outsiders weren’t very common.

Soon, Okashi was pushing you towards a table, handing off your current one to another server, and saying “You don’t have a boyfriend, right? Why don’t you help out that table? Plenty of handsome boys your age!”

Clearly Okashi was playing cupid, but you humored her and walked over to the table. You had no intention whatsoever of dating anyone out here, since you’d be leaving them behind soon enough.

“Hello, my name is (Y/n) and I will be your server today! What can I get you started with?”

The tall red-haired boy at the table ordered first, then helpfully told you what his giant of a friend wanted. The man next to him was tall, intimidating, bulky, and angry-looking. From what you could tell, his peeved expression seemed more like a default one. Like he always looked so serious and imposing.

The other two males at the table, a gray-haired man with a smirk on his face and a darker-skinned man who smiled kindly at you, gave you their order and you scuttled off to grab the group’s drinks, sweating under the intense gaze of the largest man at the table.

He scared you. You weren’t sure exactly why, but he did. Maybe it was his size or his expression. Or maybe it was the aura you got from him or the way his eyes pierced through you and refused to even blink as you handed him his drink.

“Do you all know what you would like to order or do you need more time?”

The redhead spoke up first again, “No, we know what we’d like.” He put in his order once more but, when he started to order for his larger friend once more, a deep, rumbling voice cut through his.

“What do you recommend?” The large man was staring at you, his deep voice washing over you.

His friends looked flabbergasted, even more than you were sure you did. You blinked owlishly before offering your input.

“I recommend the burgers, to be honest. I know it’s a pretty generic option, but I tried one and they seem really good.” You were embarrassed to be put on the spot like that, but you really did remember liking the burgers back when your mom brought you to the diner a few years back.

“I will have a burger then,” The large man said, expression betraying nothing.

You nodded shyly and took the other two orders before heading back to the kitchen and relaying the information to the chef. Your cheeks burned when you heard the large man being teased by his friends, catching the redhead’s comment on how he “must really like the pretty server”.

When their food finished, you brought it back to their table and asked if they’d be wanting dessert. The redhead nodded, asked for a chocolate cake, then nudged the giant man sitting next to him.

Instead of asking for dessert, the man said, “I am Ushijima Wakatoshi. It is nice to meet you (Y/n).”

How were you supposed to respond to that? You nodded awkwardly, “It’s nice to meet you too. Would you like dessert?”

“No.” A blunt response, but not a mean one. You honestly weren’t sure what to think of the man and you were left wondering if he was perhaps just bad at socialization.

The group left as soon as they were finished, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that he was staring at you the entire walk out. He unnerved you, and maybe that was rude of you to judge him so harshly without knowing him, but you couldn’t help but think there were red flags popping up in the corner of your mind’s eye.

Ushijima showed up in the diner every day, sometimes staying for hours at a time, reading or typing away on a laptop. Despite how busy he seemed, you could always feel his eyes on you.

You worried, at first, that you were just being paranoid, but Okashi brought it up to you after a few days.

“Is he your boyfriend yet? If not, you should really ask him out, he’s probably too shy to ask you if he hasn’t already! It’s sooo obvious he likes you!”

If Okashi wasn’t in her 50s you would have mistaken her voice for a high school girl’s. You blushed, turning your face away in embarrassment, “There’s no point in dating when I’m leaving in a month.”

Then, it happened. You didn’t think you’d been talking too loud, although you do admit the diner was a bit quiet, but it was loud enough.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Ushijima’s form stiffen and his eyes widen. He didn’t bother to hide his staring this time, but his expression didn’t change. Somehow… you could tell… he was upset about your revelation.

Why should I care? It’s not like I returned any feelings he might have for me.

Still, it felt weird when he didn’t come into the diner for the rest of the week.

On the following Monday, Ushijima showed up at the diner again. He never glanced up at you, not even once, leaving you to wonder why he was there. Okashi had mentioned in passing that he rarely visited before you started working there.

As much as you wanted to believe he just started liking the food, the fact that he told the server he “didn’t want anything yet” worried you.

Why didn’t he order anything? If he isn’t hungry, why is he here?

Something felt very, very wrong. And you weren’t sure what it was… but it scared you.

Ushijima left just a few minutes before the diner closed, but the weight wasn’t lifted from your chest. If anything, the feeling worsened. You locked up the store with a heavy heart and hurried out the door, bidding goodbye to Okashi.

It wasn’t too dark, not with the street lights shining their pale light down on the main road. But the path to your parents house had far fewer lights and denser trees. Your heart caught in your throat as you went through the woods, the darkness washing over you until you felt as though you were choking in it.

You were so on edge that the scream barely took a second to escape your mouth when a muscular arm wrapped around your waist. Your shriek of terror was quickly cut off by a large hand cupping your mouth.

“Stop.” The deep, rumpling voice frightened you into submission, tears leaping to your eyes when you placed the familiarity. How could you even be surprised by who it was, when he was acting so strangely since the moment you met him?

Ushijima scooped you up effortlessly in his arms, fingers still pressed tightly into your cheeks. “Don’t know what you’re going on about, wanting to leave town… We just met and you’re already trying to leave me. After two people fall in love, it’s not right to just leave the other behind right away.”

Even if the large man’s calloused palms weren't clapped tightly to your lips, you wouldn’t have been able to say a word. You were entirely dumbfounded by his delusions. Did you somehow lead him on? You can’t imagine you did, not on purpose at least.

For the love of God you only talked when you took his order. How the hell did he get it in his head that you were some sort of lovestruck Romeo and Juliet couple? What the hell was wrong with this guy?

“You shouldn’t be going into the city and working there. It’s dangerous for a woman. You should be working in the home for your husband.”

The words caused anger to rise inside of you and you delivered your best kick to his chest, despite the awkward angle you were in. It was like you hadn’t done anything at all. He didn’t flinch or falter in his steps in even the smallest bit.

“It will be fine (Y/n). I will be your husband and keep you where you belong. In the country. In the house. With me.”

You couldn’t even comprehend why he was doing this to you, but there was one thing you knew for sure. Something that froze the blood in your veins and renewed your fighting spirit.

The house you were heading straight for wasn’t your parents’.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere ushijima #yandere haikyuu #yandere one shot #one shot #haikyuu!! #haikyuu #ushijima wakatoshi

[marvelcriminalhoe]

Sweet Home Georgia Peach

Sweet Home Alabama AU! Steve Rogers x Reader

Chapter 4

Joint Account

Word Count: 1,653

Series Masterlist

“Oh my holy lord above, is that my peaches?” Your mom cheers from the porch swing, seeing you walk up the way.

You smile, comfort filling your bones and replacing some of the remorse that’s taken hold of you in this town, “Hi, Mama.”

“Hi, baby.” You mom pulls you in for a tight hug, “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming into town?” “It was last minute.” You mumble, the exhaustion of the past few hours catching up to you.

Your mom hums, “Well, I got some dinner in the fridge I can heat up for you, and then in the morning, we’ll go get that rental car.”

You pull back, looking at her with a question in you eyes.

Your mom laughs, “Honey, you think you can step foot anywhere in Georgia and I won’t know about it?” You chuckle as you follow her inside, watching as she grabs the plate of food and heats it up for you. Sending you a look over her shoulder, “Wanna tell me what you were arrested for this time?”

“Nothing.” You roll your eyes, “Just a misunderstanding.” “Uh huh.” She says unimpressed, “That’s what you said when Ol’ Sheriff Baker caught you out after curfew when you were 15.”

“That man had it out for me.”

She sets the plate in front of you, brushing some hair out of your face, “Sure he did, baby.”

After you finish your food, the first real home cooked meal you've had in way too long, you watch as your mom cleans your plate, “Where’s Pops at?”

“Oh, you know your father and his Thursday nights. He downs at Tony’s, pretending he knows anything about poker.”

After a short catch up with your mom, you head into your old bedroom, looking as it did when you were 18 and still lived at home. You sigh, falling onto the bed and succumbing to sleep almost immediately when your head hits the pillow.

The next morning, your awoken from the sun pouring in through the window by you bed, making you groan and sit up, scrubbing you face with your hands. You make your way down the hall to the kitchen, seeing your dad reading the paper and your mom at the stove.

“Eggs this morning, baby?” Your mom asks.

You grunt out a reply that sounds like yes, sitting down at the table.

Your father laughs, “Seems you’re still not a morning gal. Thought city life would change that.”

“It’s a night time city, daddy.” You grumble, “Hustle n’ bustle till dawn.”

After you eat, and drink enough coffee for a small army, you sit in the passenger seat of your dads truck as he drives you to Steve’s to pick up your rental car.

“Funny the first place you go is his house.” Your dad comments.

You roll your eyes at his attempt to sound coy, “We have unfinished business.”

He looks over at you, “Right, the divorce.” You turn your head to look at him, “How do you know we aren't divorced yet?”

“Your Ma wouldn't stop talking bout it last night. Kept going on an on. I had to turn the fan on to drown her out so I could get some sleep.” He chuckles. “And how, may I ask, does Mama know?” He sends you a pointed look, “I know it’s been awhile since you've been home, but we both know ain’t nothin happen in this town without that woman hearing ‘bout it.”

You grumble in your seat, knowing that the whole town probably knows your still married now. You wanted this to be easy. In and out. Quick dealing.

But no. Steve has to go and be difficult about it, refusing to sign the damn papers for god knows what reason. You honestly have no idea why. Its not like you’re asking for anything. He got the house, and the truck and the dog. All you took was a suitcase of your clothes and the old beat up car you sold the moment you got to New York.

Walking to the rental car, you see Captain laying down by the drivers side door. He perks up when he spots you, standing up and wagging his tail. He relishes in the loving scratches you give him behind his ears.

“I missed you too boy.” You whisper to him. God did you miss this dog. Honestly, you would have taken him with you if you could have. But it wouldn't have been fair to him. He needs land to roam and to play. He wouldn’t be happy in a small apartment in the city. So you left him behind too, no matter how much it killed you to do it, “I’ll see you again before I leave, okay?” You promise him.

You get into the car, driving back to your parents house so you can finally shower and get out of your dirty clothes. As your drying your hair with a towel, looking in the mirror, looking at your reflection, your mind cant help but wander through memories of your past self being in this house, in this exact spot, getting ready all those years ago.

You’re applying the red lipstick Nat got you for your birthday, checking to make sure your corners are clean before throwing it in your purse. You do a once over, checking your outfit out. The white sun dress is risky, sure, but you can’t help but want to wear it. Your black boots match well with their white detail stitching.

The knock on the front door has you grabbing your purse and making a beeline for it, hoping to intercept before your mom gets it. Trying to push your way through the door way, Steve sidesteps you, giving you a pointed look, “You know I can’t go anywhere without greetin’ your parents, darlin’.”

“Steve—“ “Nope.” He shakes his head, pushing the front door open, “What kind of man would my Ma have raised if I just left without saying hello.”

You huff, following him inside. No matter how many dates you two go on, or how many years your parents have known him, he never wavers in his “gentleman” ways. You would be more annoyed if he didn't look so damn charming talking to your mom in the kitchen. Finally, as he promises your parents to have you home by curfew, he escorts you out of the house with his hand on the small of your back. Opening the passenger side door to his old truck and helping you in.

He smiles at you, “You look good, darlin’.” Leaning down to give you a chaste kiss.

You can’t help but admire him as he closes the door, walking around to the drivers side and getting in himself. He takes your hand as he starts to drive, kissing your knuckles as you find a station to listen to.

Who knew you could be this in love at 16.

Getting out of your car, you make your way into the only bank in town, walking up to the counter, “Excuse me.”

The lady working the counter turns around, “Can I help you, honey? You needin’ directions or somethin’?” You pull your sunglasses off your face, recognition dawning in the older woman eyes, “Well I’ll be.” She smiles.

You greet her kindly, “Hi miss Pepper.”

“I heard a rumor you were in town.” She shakes her head, “What can I do for you, sugar?”

“Your ATM outside is down.” You gesture out the window.

Pepper rolls her eyes, “I told Tony to fix that thing days ago. I can do the withdraw from here though, don’t worry.”

You smile, getting your wallet out to hand her your card. She waves you off, “Don’t worry honey I don’t need that thing.”

You send her a confused look, “You don’t?”

“Nah.” She shakes her head, “Its the joint account, right?”

“Joint account?” You repeat slowly.

Pepper smiles a little bashfully, “Well, you know I don’t like the town gossip, but I might have heard how you two are still married.”

A thought pops into your head, a smirk forming on your lips. You drop your wallet back into your purse, “Yes. The joint account. Right.”

Walking out of the bank, you run into a body. Reaching out to steady the person and yourself you start apologizing, “I’m so sorry.” “It was my fault ma’am.” The person does the same.

You look up, your brain acknowledging the voice, “Clint?”

“Peaches?” Clint smiles as he sees your face. He pulls you into a tight hug, similar to the one Sam gave you yesterday, “Peaches! Dear lord it’s good to see you.” “You too!” You laugh as you pull back, “How are you doing?” “I’m good.” He nods, a wide smile on his face, “Married now, kid on the way.”

The news shocks you a little, your smile dimming a bit. You’ve missed a lot. The pain of not being around for those events hurts, “Wow. Thats— that’s great. Congrats.” “Thanks, darlin’.” Clint’s smile fades a little too, no doubt thinking along the same lines was you, “We— we would have invited ya but Steve was there an—“

You wave him off, putting a big smile back on your face to mask the underlining sadness, “Don’t worry about it.” You laugh, trying to get rid of some of the awkwardness in the air surrounding you know, “I was probably too busy working anyway.” “Right.” He nods.

You clear your throat, “It was good to see you, but I have some stuff I gotta do.”

“Of course, yeah.” He lets go of your arms, watching as you make your way to your car. Before you can get in, he calls your name out, “It was good to see you. Really.”

You smile, sending him a small wave as you close the door. You take a big breath as you pull away, trying to ignore the ache in your bones.

Next chapter

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A Failed Betrothal (6)

Here is a new chapter for you guys. I am terrible at writing feelings and this is my best shot.😅 Tell me what you think.

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(PART 1)(PART 5)

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(Words in bold is French)

“Tch, Drake is going to be busy trying to find Hawkmoth. He can’t go around Paris, being Dupain-Cheng’s boyfriend. Besides, he can’t be a proper boyfriend even in his most lucid moments. I will be her boyfriend instead.”

Tim was glad he didn’t take a sip of his coffee when Damian volunteered to be Marinette’s boyfriend. But he still choked on air. Jason with his limited knowledge of french was confused. Damian didn’t do what he heard, right?

“No, you can’t. Chloe already told them about Tim. If I come in with a different boyfriend, they would get suspicious. We can work on Hawkmoth while we go on those dates. Besides, I thought you don’t like me. That’s not going to sell the image of a loving couple.” Marinette pointed out. (She also doesn’t want to do this fake-date thing. Not because she likes Damian and she had always been a goner for green eyes and totally would be date him if it weren’t for some stupid curse dictating her feelings for him and fake-dating him might get her catch feelings for him and she would get her heart broken when this is all over and she would stay single forever and be a lonely old lady with hamsters and cats for company.)

“Actually, Mari-bug, I only told the class how romantic your boyfriend is. I never told them what he looked like. Just in case, Timothy couldn’t make it. I have back-up favors to cash in.” Chloe explained.

Marinette didn’t even know why she was surprised at that, this was Chloe after all.

“You have more than one American boy around our age in your debt who you intend to be my boyfriend? Sounds like you, Queenie. So that also means that Damian doesn’t have to do it if he doesn’t want to.”

“My offer still stands. I will be your ‘boyfriend’ before I have to go back. I will be more understanding than those other American boys when you have to rush out for an attack. That is to assume that they can come here or agree. In our initial meeting, I didn’t like that weak girl act you put up. Recent events have made me realize that you are a much stronger person. (Careful Damian, that sounds like a compliment.) You are a decent partner to date.(Shit. Shit. Shit. That wasn’t a compliment, right?)”

Damian couldn’t see why Dupain-Cheng would refuse such a good deal. He supposed her feelings might be still hurt from his first impression of her. He would give her an apology when they are alone and away from his brothers who would make a big deal of it.

“Fine. At least, the curse will at least make this fake couple thing more believable.” grumbled Marinette. The light pink blush on her face is not because he said she was someone he would date.

Oh right, the curse. He swore internally, it had possessed him to be Dupain-Cheng’s boyfriend. He now would have to endure the hand-holding, kissing and staring into each other’s eyes, and try to resist the curse which will be much harder now. Somehow, he didn’t regret it a little bit. It sounds more bearable with him doing those things with her than her with Drake. This was just a mutual agreement to ward off her suitors and prove to her classmates that she was off the market.

Chloe clapped her hands,“If we have everything sorted out, you can start being a good boyfriend by walking Marinette to school today. We want to be on time now.”

The others started packing up their stuff or finished what they were eating. Marinette was dragged out of the bakery by an impatient Damian. Chloe and Alix picked up what Marinette left behind and followed out. The rest soon left right after, leaving the two boys in the bakery.

“Hey, Replacement, tell me if I am wrong but did Demon Spawn willingly ask a girl out?” Jason asked, stealing a croissant from Tim.

“Try making himself the perfect candidate to be her fake boyfriend out of many choices, including me, and get her to agree to it. Now he has to go on a few romantic dates with Marinette in order to ward off this really pushy guy in her class. Demon Spawn also has a crush on her and he’s in denial of it. We are not hallucinating either. I’ve checked.” Tim replied, sipping his coffee.

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“Damian. Let go. Hey, Wayne, are you listening to me? Let me go. This is not how you treat your significant other. And you are not even going in the right direction.” Marinette all but yelled at him.

He released his grip on her. “My apologies for manhandling you but I wanted to tell you this away from everybody else.”

“What?” She asked, crossing her arms and narrowing her eyes.

I- This is a little difficult to say for me,” Damian started. (Why were his palms sweaty? It’s just an apology. He had done it before although it was mostly because Grayson told him what he did wrong and made him do it.) “But I am sorry for calling you weak, pathetic and every other bad thing I have said about you when you have shown that you are anything but those. I was mad at myself for being caught and took it out on you.”

Her glare softened.

“Apologies accepted. The school is this way.” She said with a smile and went towards the school. Damian walked by her side, his hands in his pockets.

Marinette looked at where his hands were, “If we are going to do this fake dating thing, I suggest we hold hands.”

Damian grabbed her hand and continued walking in silence. Her hands were so small and fitted perfectly in his. Oh God, it’s the curse again. Turning him into a sap. Do not think about her hands. And the fact that she took down a man twice her size with them which was an amazing sight to watch.

“Why are you so stiff? Loosen up a little. You are with the love of your life. Smile a little.”

Damian plastered on a fake smile, “Happy?”

“It looks fake. Being a model he will be able to tell.” Marinette remarked, “Are you sure you want to do this? We can still go get Tim to be my boyfriend.”

“I can do this. Drake wouldn’t be a better choice. It doesn’t help that you are relentlessly nit-picking me. Or are you that bad of a girlfriend?” Damian couldn’t help but sniped back. “Maybe that’s why Chat Noir left you.”

He found himself back against the world and her elbow at his neck. (He would forever deny that he liked it.)

“Look here, Wayne. You know nothing about me and you shouldn’t assume that you do. Chat Noir was revoked of his status as a hero for his behaviour. If you don’t act the part properly, I am going to have my former partner, who has absolutely no sense of boundaries, harassing me in my civilian life and I have already dealt enough of his advances to last a lifetime. I have given you so many chances to get out of this which you refused and yet, you are half-assing it. So are you in this 100 percent or not? Because I am at the end of my patience right now.”

“The boy who is obsessed with you is the former Chat Noir?”

“Yes, I will explain about that later but what’s your answer?”

“I will give it my best shot but I have never pretended to be in love.”

“Were you not taught in the League?”

“There were seduction tactics shown to members when they were old enough and I left them when I was 10 but I am not sure if those skills can be applied here.”(Slamming your opponent against the wall wasn’t one of them but she was doing a great job of it so far. No. No. No. He is not his father. This is different from whatever he has with Kyle.)

She released her hold on him and grabbed his hand, leading him towards her school.

“Well then, here are the basics. Everytime you look at me, just think of your favourite things to make your smile a little more genuine. Maybe call me by a pet name if you want. Keep your touch on me like you can’t keep your hands off of me and act really reluctant when you have to let go. You will only keep them my shoulders, arms, hands and waist or I will break your hand. I will do the same. If you are going to have to kiss me, give me a warning.” He looked into her blue eyes and nodded.

“Alright.”

“Oh. I almost forgot. In case they try to question our relationship. My favourite colour is red. My favourite song is ‘Fearless’ by Jagged Stone.(I love Taylor. Sue me) And we met online a few months ago. You came all the way to Paris to see me a month ago and asked me out. We will talk more that later. Oh, I also love designing and have dreams of being a famous fashion designer.-”

Marinette rambled on which Damian found a little endearing. He looked forward to knowing more about her. He added a few comments here or there about himself (because it was only fair.) and ways to improve their cover story about their relationship.

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“We are nearly at school. Let’s start the act, Romeo.” Marinette whispered at him and looked at him with a bright smile that brought a tiny smile to his face. Okay, maybe he liked Marinette a little bit but that doesn’t mean he’s in love with her.

He moved her hand holding his to the crook of his elbow.

“Is this acceptable, my lady?”

She wrinkled her nose, (Adorable. No. Don’t go there) “This is fine. But can you not call me that? And princess too? I may have erased his memories as Chat Noir but it could be a trigger to bring them back.”

“Understandable. What about Malak?”

She blushed. Marinette had learned Arabic a while back and was very fluent in the language.

“It’s okay.” She said in a soft voice. She put her other hand on his bicep and leaned on his shoulder.

“You don’t look like a touchy-feely person so is this fine?”

“Yes.”

“Cool, let me tell you more about the atrocious lies that had passed her mouth.”

They walked into the school courtyard, arm-in-arm, for the entire school, especially Marinette’s class, to see. The perfect picture of a loving couple. Marinette’s blush from earlier was evident on her face, leaving no room for doubt about her new relationship status. (Many guys, gals and pals were upset over it.) As they both walked up the stairs, whispering and laughing about who knows what (gulliable and idiotic classmates they have to suffer learning with), two pairs of green eyes followed them.

In this case, the saying ‘green-eyed monsters’ was true. One was envious of the boy who held the girl he wanted in his arms and the other was envious of the attention the couple was receiving.

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Damian escorted Marinette to her class. He gave her a kiss on her cheek and said, loud enough for the class to hear, “Bye, Malak. I will pick you up after school for our date.”

“B-bye, Damian.”

He took her hand, gave a kiss to the back of it and departed, leaving a very red-faced Marinette behind. The rest of the class parted the way as Damian walked past.

She rushed into her seat where Chloe sat beside it, grinning like a Cheshire Cat.

“Sooooo, Mari-bug, how was your date? You two rushed out of there so quickly and left your stuff behind. So eager to spend time with your boyfriend, eh? You enjoyed it very much by the looks of it.”

“Sorry about that, Chloe. Did you bring my bag and the cheese danishes?” Marinette tried to change the topic. And she also wanted to make sure a god of destruction doesn’t go hungry and angsty during school. “Yep, here you go,” Chloe said, handing Marinette her bag and a box of cheese-flavoured snacks for Plagg, “Your mom packed some for you.”

“Marinette. Where have you been the last two days? And you came back with a boy. I am honestly worried about your behaviour.” Lila played the concerned classmate wonderfully.

“Yeah, Marinette. This is a new low, even for you.” Alya added.

Marinette readied herself to tell the cover story Damian and her worked out on the way here.

“Lila, I appreciate your ‘concern’. But the last four days have been a little hard on me so excuse me if I am a little snappy today. You see, Damian disappeared and didn’t return home after school on Friday. So when he didn’t pick up for our weekly video call, I panicked and called his family and they told me what happened. They sent me a plane to get out of Paris so I can’t get akumatized.”

“Was that why you were gone on Saturday?” Chloe asked, playing along although she already knew why Marinette wasn’t in Paris the last four days.

“Yeah. Sorry for not telling you guys. It was sorta last minute. Thankfully, he wasn’t kidnapped actually. His biological mother picked him up but never told his father that she was taking him. I just came back last night. Dami followed me to make sure I am okay.”

“What a bunch of bullcrap.” Alya said, “I don’t believe you.”

Oh. The irony... “Alya, I don’t care if you do. My life is my own business. So keep your nosy nose out of it. Your opinions don’t matter to me anymore, stranger.” Marinette internally was tired of this silly routine and wanted this to end already.

Alya wanted to pick a fight with her over the smallest things she did for the past months. She wondered why her former best friend hated her this much.

“Lila told me that you were skipping school and you paid an actor to be your pretend boyfriend.”

Pretending to not hear what Alya said, Marinette turned towards Chloe, “Hey, you never told me about how you met Tim. I can’t believe that you two are friends.”

“We met at one of those charity galas-”

“Hey, we were talking to you.” Alya cut her off. To which Chloe glared at the ombre-haired girl.

“I thought our conversation was done. What else am I supposed to say?”

Marinette was frustrated and hid that fact well, showing any reaction would give the game away. If she had reacted, it would further fuel the fire of Alya’s self-righteousness, making her believe that Marinette was somehow guilty of what Lila told her about. Lila managed to turn nearly the entire class against her by appealing to their ‘hero’ side and outbursts from Marinette and the others made them more sure of themselves of being in the right. It was so deep-rooted that nothing would sway them to logical reasoning. Maybe except Phase 2. Phase 1 was made a little easier when Talia kidnapped her and made her miss a few days of school.

Phase 2 was to not acknowledge the lies or just appear uninterested. It would illustrate the point that people don’t have to listen to them if they don’t want to. If possible, sow little seeds of doubt to the ones Lila had a looser grip on. The more people they can slowly get on their side, the better.

Alya was confused, usually Marinette would throw a ‘temper tantrum’ about how she didn’t do that and Lila lied.“I-, you should-, You should apologize to Lila.”

Marinette raised an eyebrow, “For what this time?”

“For saying that she was lying.”

“Pray tell, when did in any of our conversations so far did I do that? I mean I don’t like the fact that she just accused me with little evidence of paying my someone to be my boyfriend but I am not going to fight with anyone over it. Maybe I did do that, Maybe I didn’t. Maybe there is a good reason I did those things. The thing is Lila should keep to her own business and I will keep to mine. And as should you. I know you are a reporter at heart but you should at the very least respect my privacy.”

Alya stayed silent, fuming. Everyone was looking at them now. She realized that the designer was right and if she pushed further, she would be the bad guy.

“I thought so. Now, go away. I have nothing else to say to you. Let Chloe finish her story of how she met Tim which you so rudely interrupted.”

“Who’s Tim?” Lila asked, wanting to know more about Marinette’s boyfriend to work on an angle to get him away from the ravenette.

“Mari-Bug’s boyfriend’s older brother. Now, shoo peasants, we are talking. Anyways, Mommy took me to when I was younger so I could mingle with all the other rich kids and get connections. Timothy was there and back then, he was still with the Drakes...”

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Lila and Alya returned to their seats, both were visibly upset although Lila was seething inside. When Marinette was not at school for the last two days, the Italian thought that it was the last she had seen of her. Today, she showed up with a handsome boy on her arm and by the looks of his clothes, rich too. If she manages to get ‘Damian’ to break up with that pest and date her instead, then she would have a rich, handsome boyfriend devoted to her and that brat would be so heart-broken that an akuma so powerful would be made that even Ladybug won’t be able to defeat. A two for one deal. Lila started planning (scheming) to take her boyfriend away.

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{•Gender Neutral Terms•}

(written by Moon)

•Female and Male -----> Nonbinary

Girl,Boy, son, daughter-----> Enby /young person/ child kid or teen

•She, Her, Hers,He, Him,His----> They/ Them/ Theirs

•Sister,  Brother----> Sibling /Nibling/sib/Young nibblet/Chibling/Sibkid

•Niece,nephew--->Nieph/Neiphling/nessie/Nephling

•Grandma, Grandpa, Granddaughter, Grandson---->Grandparent/Grandchild/Grandkids/Grandren

•Aunt, Uncle---->pibling (stands for “parent’s sibling/Auntie/Auncle

•Mom, Dad,  mother, father----> Parent/Ren/Renny/Ren Ren/Renther

•Godfather, Godmother --->Godren

•King Queen--->Caln

•Girlfriend, Boyfriend, Husband, Wife----> Joyfriend /Enbyfriend/Spouse/Lover/Significant other/ kissfriend/ datemate/smoochcutie

•fiancée/fiancé----->betrothed

•Friend/Buddy/Pal

•Freshman---->first-year student

•handsome or beautiful---->attractive/good-looking/cute

•hero or heroine---->heroix

•mankind---->humankind/ people/Folx/Folks

•man-made---->synthetic/ machine-made

•upperclassmen--->upper-level student/Upper class enby

•woman or man---->adult

•Mr. or Mrs. ma'am sir---->Mx (pronounced “mix”) Tiz

•Prince Princess ----> Prinxe

•Lord Lady--->Lairde

•Fangirl fanboy----> Fanenby

•God goddess--->Goddex

•Hey guys---> Hey people,  Hey y'all,  Hello folks, hey guys, gals and nonbinary pals, hey peeps

•businessman or businesswoman---->business person

Neopronouns examples

Reminder neopronouns are other words to replace words like she/her for nonbinary people who want to get more creative with their pronouns other than just they/them

Fae/ Faer/Faeself

Xe/ Xyr/Xyrs/ Xemself/ Xem

Vamp/vampself/vamps

Nyx/Nyxself/Nyxic

Ve/Ver/Vis/Verself

Moon/Moon´s/ Moonself

Ghost/Ghost´s/Ghostself

There is plenty more lists of pronouns online but you get the point here

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(Open Rp) Romance, Winter, Christmas Time, And Royalty Au in "Christmas Inheritages"

In the Beginning of December on the Small Town Called "Shipton", It was a Time For Christmas Shopping and Decoration. But One Day, Saphira was Waiting For the Sorry Excuse Husband To get His Romp Home To help her to Decorate her Home with beautiful Christmas Decorations..Saphira's patience is Getting thinner and she said "If he's not coming Home With in the next 30 seconds then he is in Deep Shit Big time." She Hated When Her husband Comes Home always Late As Usual but It can be Worse when the Door is Knocking..and With a Sighs and said "The Door Is unlocked" But then She Sees Her Petty Mother in law "Maria". Yes Her Mother In Law Strongfully Dislike Saphira because She was Very "Different" From other People...And Saphira Knew that Maria wanted To ruin Her Marriage and Happiness, Not Only that She always Makes Her Husband a "Huge" momma's Boy Right Out of him..And then She Forced her Fake Smile at her and said "Oh Mrs.Colin..How Nice to see you? I haven't talked to you Like....Ever.." She Knew That She Doesn't want Her Petty Mother In Law in her House But lets just Say She and Maria Hate Eachother.. However, Saphira Is always being Kind to her until She said,

Maria: Saphira, Where's my Son?..

Saphira;(Irritated tone) He's late....Again, I Swear if he Doesn't Coming home with in 10 seconds, then He'll be-

Maria: Oh Thats Enough of you Missy, I know my Son was having a good time with girls

Saphira; Oh by good time, Means "Your" the One Who made your Son Cheated On me..

Maria: Oh What Would you think that?

Saphira: I know your Petty Tricks Madame,, And Don't Think you can try to get away with this..

Then Maria Husband Who is Saphira's Father In law Name Mark came in and he said.

Mark: Now Maria, I told you Not to get Our Son to Hook up with a Mistress..You know perfectly Well that your not Suppose to Interfere With Saphira and Our sons Marriage!

Maria: Yes dear...

But then Saphira's Husband Name Bradfort Came in Late as Saphira comes Down with her Arms cross and a Cold ass glare staring Right at him and then She said,

Saphira: Where have you Been?! Do you have any Idea that your parents are here?

Bradfort:  Oh umm.. I was At The Store getting a Decorations...

Saphira: Cut the Excuse Mister! I want to Know Where ya Been?!  *cross her arms and tapping the foot in anger*

Bradfort: *Sigh* I was at the Bar in the Stripclub..

*Saphira gasp*

Saphira: BRADFORT COLIN! You knew perfectly well that I Forbid you to go to that Damn Succubus home!

*Maria stepped in*

Maria: Don't you talk to my Son like that!

Saphira: *turns to maria* Oh really Ma'm your the one who wanted to destroy my marriage!!

Maria: oh it's  not like that

Saphira: Oh No!?.. just Prove it by Tomorrow.. if you convinced that you are "Not" trying to Destroy my marriage.. we can Forget about it.. and Never Bother Me or my Husband again!

Mark:(comes in) And also If Not, Maria,, you and I will have a Divorce

Maria: but my Love-

Mark: no Buts!

Saphira: Same goes to you Bradfort! if you cheat for your mom! We're done!

That Night after this Whole Bad Conflict..Saphira fell asleep until Someone Snatch her up and being replace With two gals as saphira screams for her husband to wake up But He Knew It was His mother who Snatched Saphira and being tied into a basement.. Saphira Muffles and Struggles...and When her Mother in law Maria got out.. her Husband comes in and said

Mark: Whats going on here?? *hears the Muffle Screams from the basement* Whats down there!?

Maria: oh Nothing dear

Mark: No no! I'm coming down there *head down stairs and Saw Saphira being tied up* OH HEAVENS PERSERVE ME!! *Untied Saphira and saw Maria comes down* Maria! What is The meaning of this!?

Maria: Darling i-i-its not what it looks like..

Mark: not what It Looks like!? It Looks Like my own Wife tied up her own daughter in law In the basement So Our son can cheat!

Then Mark Storms to the bedroom and throw the girls out of the house and grabbed his son by the hears and back into the basement and he said,

Mark: BRADFORT COLINS! You knew That your Own Mother Did that To your own wife Did you!

Bradfort: N-n-no

Mark: Don't you Lie to me boy! I saw the whole thing! *Turns to Maria* Maria, This is Gone too Far..I told you about this....and this is my Final Straw.. I'm getting a Divorce!

Maria: but Honey I-

Mark: You Mistreat Saphira Like crap.. She maybe a Kitsune but she Showed you kindness!

Saphira: thats Right! I Did.. *turns to bradfort* And you.. I'm getting a Divorce too! and Hopefully you'll be living with your mother Just like you wanted!

2 Week after a Divorce and the Claim Custody of bradforts house and a car as well until, Someone in black suit told her that her grandfather of her mother side of the family Just passed away and wanted to comes to the country called "Lutrington" To read the Will From her late grandfather..So She head to the place..and Saw a Big, Beautiful Manor outside of the car door..and she got out from the car and went inside and saw a handsome Man who is a Grandson of her late grandfathers best friend and he said...

#Open rp #Romance #Royal au #Christmas time

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Pairing: T. Iida x Reader Rating: 15+ Words: 4k289 Warnings: Reference of Alcohol, and angst  Requested by: No one, but requests are open! Summary: The story of Iida’s summer before UA, and how love isn’t always a good thing.

      QUIRK: Soul Beam

   The summer before high school was a fever dream that Y/n never wanted to wake up from. The sweat sticking to her skin was only ever washed away from the storms that passed through her life- note: even the pools she submerged herself in never removed the glistening water from her body because sometimes water needs a little force behind it in order to cleanse you. 

The gold and purple sunsets are passing memories that she wants to desperately hold on to. No taste will be quiet like the pancakes she had eaten, and no smell will ever replace that of the sweater she stole (despite overheating every time she wore it).

Scars are a painful reminder of what she went through, and it takes a little to see them as a badge of honor, but the help she received only made it re-open in the long run. 

Tire swings will never be the same, and that stupid song is still on the radio- as if it wasn’t playing enough in her head. Y/n used to think she was strong, but now that’s barely believable. Ice cream cones and train rides have a hidden meaning that will only ever be known by her and it hurts to know that no one can help her mourn a love that never happened.

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The first question was asked when the summer started. It was next to a moving van that was a beacon calling out to everyone on the street it was parked on. The well-off neighborhood was full of upstanding citizens who wanted nothing more than to welcome the newest member with open arms. 

It was that beacon that called the Iida family over to the driveway. But as Tenya walked with his brother and parents, he wondered if the bright beacon that drew him in was the moving truck of the bright smile of the teen girl, happily grabbing boxes of things to bring inside. 

“Hello! We’re the Iida family, this is my husband, and these are my two son’s, Tensei and Tenya. Welcome to the neighborhood!” The wife smiled kindly at the mother.

“Thank’s for coming out! This is my husband, Y/d/n, and my daughter Y/n. We’re really looking forward to joining the neighborhood,”  to the untrained eye this looked like any normal greeting, but Y/n knew better. She could see the subtle glances her mom threw at her. She was trying to say how cute the younger boy was. It received a light chuckle and an eye-roll from her daughter.

“Tenya,” The Iida’s father said, clasping him on the shoulder, “Why don’t you go help Y/n with her boxes?”

“Yes, sir,” he said, walking over to the moving truck.

“You can just grab that one if it’s not too heavy,” she pointed at a medium side box labeled ‘Knickknacks’. He hummed in agreement and followed her up into her room, noting the aesthetic that she surrounded herself in.  

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A knock echoed through the newly-decorated house, alerting the present family members of a visitor. 

“Not it,” Y/n’s dad said, pressing his finger to his noes; her mother follows suit.

“You guys are literal children,” Y/n groaned, forcing herself off the couch she had grown ever so attached to.  Grumpily, she made her way to the door.

“Oh hey! Iida, right?” Y/n said, recognizing the boy that had already been in her room.

“Yes! That’s me. I uh,” he scratched the back of his neck nervously, “I was heading down to the boardwalk, and I wanted to know if you would like to come with me?” 

Truth be told this wasn’t his idea. His mother had been pressuring him for days in hopes to grow closer to the new family. It wouldn’t be long until they realized the Iida’s are a line of hero’s, and she wanted to get close to them before they found out.

“Oh,” Y/n replied, suddenly thinking of the clothes she was currently wearing. While her tie-dye shorts and loose t-shirt weren't anything to be ashamed of, they were not ‘paint the town red’ clothes. 

“It’s okay if you don’t want to!” Tenya said, suddenly embarrassed that he randomly invited a girl his age to hang out with him. 

“No! I’ll gladly go, just give me a few minutes to get changed. Come inside,” Y/n had said, opening the door wider for him before racing upstairs. 

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       Iida walked slightly behind the girl he was supposed to show around. It was a cliché, but she was mesmerizing. Her hair bounced with every step, and she walked like she had a purpose, and the end goal was in mind and she would stop at nothing to get there. 

She looked like she was made of honey and sugar and a taste would give him a cavity. The beams of the sun projected from her eyes like the cosmos and it made him want to fall in- knowing full well that drifting through the endless space would never cease to amaze him.

“Do you think they sell corn-dogs here?” 

“Huh? oh!” He blushed, before pointing ahead, “Yeah, there’s one right by the docks.”

“Well then what are we waiting for?” She smiled and leaned closer to Iida. “Let's hurry!” There was a burst of light laughter in her voice, as she grabbed his hand and ran off. What was he doing here?

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When they reached the end of the docks- corn dogs in hand- they say on the bench which over-looked the sea. Night had fallen while they were out, Y/n becoming absorbed in learning as much as she can about where she moved to.

As she looked out to the wine-light sky, she wondered if she could swim to it. The horizon looked so close, like just reaching out a little further would put it in her grasp. It wasn’t until Tenya’s hand grabbed her shoulder that she realized she really was leaning forward.

“Hey, you okay?” He asked, eyebrows pulled together.

“Yeah!” She smiled, snapped out of her thoughts,. “Just day-dreaming,”

“We should get you back home,” He said, before looking back to the water. 

She saw his glasses, they reflected the golden hue of the sunset, and the beautiful purple that fought underneath it. She saw all the beauty in the world in his eyes, all that was good and right- was all in front of her. He was the sunset, he was the horizon she so desperately wanted to get to.  

“Hey, Iida?” Y/n asked, swinging her legs back and forth under the bench. 

“What is it?” He said, looking over to her face- which didn’t turn to see him.

“Stupid question- but an icebreaker; if you could have anyone in the world- living or dead- over to yours for dinner, who would it be?” she blushed a little, but kept a calm face.

He knew the answer as soon as she finished the sentence, but there was no need to tell someone he just met the name of the girl he had been in love with for years- so all he said was, “Probably Catherin The Great, she had a few political opinions I’d like to hear about first hand,”

“Hmm, I can see you two bonding over tea,” She smirked, standing up from her seat, “Let’s get home.”

Tenya nodded, walking beside Y/n- thinking about her.

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        A month had passed, and the little interactions the two families had resulted in the Iida’s inviting them over for breakfast. Y/n had woken up early to get dressed. She pulled her hair into a ponytail, harshly shaking it so the baby hairs would fall out. She threw on a form-fitting sweater and yoga-pants. Despite wanting to look like it’s a casual mornings- she did apply some casual makeup to make herself look a little more awake. 

It was stupid- she knows- but Y/n really just wanted to look a tiny bit better when he sees her again. Looking in the mirror, she wonders if he’s putting a little extra effort in his appearance as well. She could only hope.

Walking down the stairs, she saw her mother- also wearing casual makeup- and her father in a black polo and slacks. They were both standing by the door, waiting for their daughter to come out from her cave. 

“Why are you guys already done?” She asked, turning on the phone and checking the time.

“Wanted to make a good impression,” Her dad smiled, putting his own phone away. 

“Alright,” Her mom smiled, putting on her wedges, “Let’s get going. Y/n can you grab the scones and smoothie?”

“Yeah mah, I’ll be right back,”

“Thanks love,” she smiled, grabbing the house keys off the hook. 

They were kinda heavy, but it was nothing she couldn’t carry. That didn’t stop her dad from taking it from her with a smile. She could have done it, but she’s not necessarily upset about it.

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Sitting at the dining room table was only awkward in the beginning of the meal. The Iida’s seemed to be pretty profesional people, but the Y/l/n’s were introverts with an acquired sense of humor. Joking about everything from people at work, eachother, and random facts they had learned, the Iida’s quickly became much less tense during the meal. 

The mother and father- whom’s names Y/n never seemed to learn, were last few to smile or laugh along side the rest, beaten by Tenya by only a second, but Tensai had been the first to crack a joke, almost beating Y/n herself to break the ice. 

The loud laughter slowly split into multiple side conversations; Y/n- who sat across from Tenya- tried to strike up a conversation. “Do you want to be famous one day?” 

“Hmm?” He asked, looking up from the lone strawberry cut on his plate, “Yes, I plan on being a Hero.”

A few seconds longer than a moment had passed, end Tensai asked Y/n in return, “What about you? You wanna live the life of fame, or are you more of a low-key kinda gal,” he smiled at her, and for a second Y/n though he had noticed the embarrassment worn on her face after being rejected and forced into silence.

“I dunno really, my quirk is pretty multipurpose. I originally wanted to be a counselor or therapist, but it’s changed from a vet to doctor, to a hundreds of other things. My parents think I should be a hero- I wouldn’t mind I don’t think, but the constant attention could get pretty annoying. A like being busy with people and events, but I do value my privacy,” 

He smiled at her, nodding in acceptance at her answer. The Iida parents had been listening into her words while she spoke, but they still conversed with Y/n’s parents as well. 

Y/n saw a smile on Iida’s face. That mirrored on her own, and suddenly her pancakes tasted a whole lot better. She missed the far off look in his eyes, if only she saw the worried look that was on Tensai’s face. If she had, maybe that small warning could have protected her heart.

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         Y/n had found an abandoned tire swing in their large backyard, three acres of cleared land and two of forest. The swing was in a small clearing- it looked like a party or two had been thrown while it was vacant- shown by the few nips thrown about the ground. She swung back and forth- listening to music playing in her head. 

Because of how caught up in her head she was, she never heard the footsteps approaching her. “Hey, Y/L/N!” Tenya greated. 

“Jesus Christ!” She shouted, falling from the swing. Thankfully, with the use of his quirk, Iida was able to catch her just in time.

“You should really be more careful,”

“I’ll be sure to remember that,” she rolled her eyes. 

He smiled, helping her back up to the swing. He slowly began to push her back and forth, spinning her as fast as he could listening to her laughter. Getting more and more dizzy, she closed her eyes to stay level headed. 

With a heavy sigh of contentment, Y/n lied on the grass with Iida, staring up at the beautiful blue sky. “Hey, Tenya?” She asked, still looking up.

“Yeah?” He turned on his side to see her better- only to notice her eyes were closed. 

“What’s your perfect day?”

“Hmm...” he thought for a second, trying to think of a good answer. “Probably waking up early, and seeing the girl I love as soon as I open my eyes. Then I’d like to eat breakfast with my family- followed by patrol with my brother. Then I’d like to go home and make a cup of tea and sit down with a book I like. Yeah, that sounds pretty good,” he smiled himself, closing his eyes to really picture what he was saying. 

“That sounds really nice Iida,” she whispered, wondering if she could be the one he loves.

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           Summer only had a month left, but Y/n wanted to make the most of the fleeting free-time she had left. Wanting to explore more of Japan before her freedom was stripped from her, she invited Iida to go on a roadtrip with her. 

It wasn’t hard at all to convince her parents to let her go, with her quirk she really didn’t need to worry about being attacked. Even then, she’s physically strong if she can’t use her quirk to defend herself. With the rise of heroes to protect everyone, Japan quickly became one of the safest places. Y/n was also very closely trained with America’s top hero, Reflector. She taught Y/n everything she knew and fully plans on giving Y/n her hero agency as her predecessor. 

Iida’s parents were a little harder to convince, but Y/n’s parents were very persuasive. They would be gone for a week, and they would check in every morning when they woke up and every night before they went to sleep. If they didn’t call during one of the time’s then they had until the next call to respond.

They had made a list of regions and cities in them to visit in them, with the days they would be arriving and leaving. If they skipped a stop of stayed longer, then they had to text their parents with the nex information. Solid rules, and both the teens agreed to them, as well as their parents. 

The bus ride to the train station was relatively short, but it was in complete silence. It was a little awkward, but they just had to get through that one part. 

The train ride itself was much more enjoyable. With their suitcases in hand, they sat close yet comfortably. “Hey, Tenya?” 

“What’s up?” He asked, looking up from his phone to see her eyes staring back at him- a smile tugging at his lips. 

“For what in your life do you feel most grateful?” She questioned, smiling into his eyes.

“Probably my family,” He responded as soon as she finished- having grown accustomed to Y/n’s random questioning, “They’ve done so much for me, and I only hope I can pay them back for all that they’ve supported me through.”

Y/n nodded at his answer, acknowledging how very much like him it is. The loud bustle of train and constant shaking led them to listening to music together, sharing earbuds and squeezing close together. It was a cheesy, new, pop song- one that will probably inspire a sub-culture of girls to bind together. It was weirdly comforting.

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        The last night they spent through their travel of Japan was by far the most enjoyable. There was a small frost in the air that traveled with the two, following them in their own little bubble. 

The streets were lightly illuminated, and it seemed like they were the only two in the world. Y/n had grabbed him by the hand, dragging him to an ice cream vendor. Seeing her in front of him, Tenya was thrown back to the first time they spent time together- everything's so different now. Yet, her beautiful eyes stay constant. Her kindness in unwavering. She’s still a girl made of honey and sugar.

After traveling together for so long, the two stopped correcting people who referred to them as a couple- they simply accepted it as an inside joke. This was why they laughed when the man behind the counter said “And these two for the cute couple,” with a wink at the end of his sentence. 

Walking linked by the elbows, the two passed through the park. Shivering from the wind and the chill of her ice cream, Iida stopped the pair. He took off his sweater, revealing the long-sleeve shirt he wore underneath, and he handed it to her. 

“Ten! You’ll freeze to death,” she said, refusing the offering.

“C’mon Y/n/n, I can heat myself up through my engines, and I wasn’t asking. You’re gonna wear the sweater or you’ll get sick. Put it on,” he said, taking the ice-cream from her hand and raising her arms like she was a child. 

Y/n was very pleased the cold hid the blush on her face- last thing she needed was for him to discover her feelings on the last day of this amazing trip. She slipped into his large sweater, and grabbed her ice cream back from him.

“Hey Iida, I’ve got another question,” she said, walking with him through the trees bordering the street. 

“I’m ready,” he asked, looking forward to make sur they didn’t walk into anything in the dark. 

“What’s a personal problem you could use some advise for?” She asked, actually curious as to what he could possibly need help with. 

He sighed, not making eye-contact. “I guess since we’re close enough- even on nickname basis- I should be comfortable telling you this. I’m in love with this girl, I’ve never stopped thinking about her since the moment I met her,” a dopey smile came onto his face, “I have no idea how to tell her. And now we’re going into highschool, and she’s going to meet so many other people- people I’m sure are more fun than me. I want to confess to her before the summer ends, but I have no idea how to. So,” he sucked in a deep breath and looked at Y/n, “What do you think?”

Y/n smiled, she was so sure he was being cheesy and talking about her. She fully believes that he’s gonna confess tonight. It has to happen- that’s the only way what he just said makes sense. 

“I think,” she closed her eyes, “You should look her in the eyes, and compliment them. Whether she accepts your compliment or refuses it, tell her you want her to know how perfect she is- and then tell her how you feel. Tell her how just seeing her makes your day, how you want her to be the first thing you see in the morning, and the last voice you hear at night. Tell her you want to spoil her, want to tell her everyday how perfect she is. Confess to her that she’s amazing, and that you love her. Let her know how you feel, and then respect her reply. But, there’s no way she’ll turn you down. Be confident, you’re amazing and I’m sure she feels the same,”

Tenya thanked her for her advise, and they fell back into a comfy silence. It was then she remembered the night they decided to go by first names, the night she realized how hard she fell for him.

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Y/n was sitting on her rooftop, Iida beside her. They were looking up at the stars- sitting in silence. Like always, she started the conversation- “Hey, Iida, If you died this evening without being able to communicate with anyone, what would you most regret not having told someone? And Why haven’t you told them yet?”

“Huh,” he murmured, thinking hard. “I’d regret not thanking my brother more. He risks his life to save people, and he practically raised me. He’s why I want to be a hero, to live up to his expectations. I guess I haven’t told him yet because I want to prove that I’ve done something with myself. I want him to know he doesn’t have to raise me anymore- that I succeed,”

Y/n thought for a moment, before answering a question for the first and only time they have known eachother- but he didn’t ask it. She just felt a need to finally speak.

“I had an ex-boyfriend,” she sighed, clenching her eyes shut; “We’d been dating for five years- since we were children. We were so close as kids, but when our quirks manifested he broke up with me. He said my quirk was too dangerous for him, that he didn’t want to be part of the backstory of a villians history. It fucking ruined me. I was an idiot for actually thinking we could have lasted. About a month after we broke up, a villian attacked the agency I was working at. The only reason I was there was because I know the hero in charge, and he knew that. He had come to the building during my break- I don’t know why he was there, but I was the only person he knew there. The villain attacked, but his quirk wasn’t very strong. All he could do was change the color of an item for a few seconds. He was killed that day- slaughtered by the villain who’s only reason was boredom. I wish I could talk to him one last time, tell him I loved him one last time.”

Iida scooted closer to her, pulling her head onto his chest, letting her use him as a crutch. “It’s okay, Y/n. It’ll be okay,”

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When highschool started, and Tenya hadn’t confessed his love to him, Y/n came to the painful realization that she wasn’t the one he loved. However, it was the first day of school that hit the nail on the head. 

She had entered the classroom of 1-A, after her family convinced her to at least try out the hero course, and was terrified that she would know no one. And then, she heard a voice that reminded her of someone very similar.

At the far end of the room, she saw the back of a blue-haired boy scolding a blond with his feet on the desk. A smile spread across her mouth when she realized who this up-tight teen was. Practically running to cover the distance of the class, Y/n launched herself onto Iida, latching onto her. 

“Ten!” She smiled, shifting to wear he could comfortably hold her up.

“Y-Y/n?” He asked, momentarily stunned by her sudden appearance. He smiled and spun her around for a second before putting her down. “You’re here? You’re parents convinced you to pursue being a hero?” he was reasonably confused, but he wasn’t upset she was there- if anything he was glad to have a second familiar face around.

“Yeah, I’m just trying it out,” Y/n laughed, scratching the back of her neck. 

“So heartwarming, now get outta my line of sight four-eyes,” the blond snapped, glaring at the pair.

“You’re annoying, you know that?” Y/n said, rolling her eyes at his comments. 

Meanwhile, Iida laughed at Y/n being called his girlfriend. Y/n, who used to laugh with him, could only do her best to not cry. 

“C/mon Ten, let’s go to your seat,” Y/n said, tugging his hand towards the spot with his name on it- stopping when her arm was tugged, caused by him not moving with her. 

“Sorry Y/n/n,” he said, releasing her hand. “I would, but I promised Momo I’d meet her by the gate and guide her to the classroom. You know about Momo, right?” He looked into her eyes hoping she would put it together herself. After realizing she wouldn’t, he reminded her, “We talked about her on our last day of the tour.”

“Oh,” she said, feeling suddenly really cold. 

“Yeah,” He smiled, “Wish me luck!” He gave her a thumbs up and walked out the room- leaving her stunned and so very cold. 

A scoff echoed from behind her, causing her to look back and see the blond once again. 

“That guy’s an idiot- glasses or not. It’s so obvious how you feel about him, and you’re way to attractive to pine after someone like him. You’re smart too, since you got into this school- he’s really missing out,” he rolled his eyes, but he also knew what just happened- even though no one else in the room picked up on it. 

He assumed they were dating, but when Iida laughed, Bakugo had no clue if he was laughing at them dating or the girl’s reaction. He quickly figured out which of the two was the truth, and he also realized that he had no clue that she was in love with him. 

Y/n didn’t react to his words, just stuck in the weird state she was in. She wasn’t sad, or angry. There was no tears or screams or breakdown, just a silent wave of shock. An ocean of doubt consumed her, filling her with a sense of... nothing. 

She should have known. She should have realized. It’s entirely her fault. Who could love her. Who would want to love her. Who wants to date a freak. Who wants to date someone with a villainous quirk like hers. That’s why he was shocked when she showed up- he thought they’d reject a future villain like her.

No wonder everyone hates her; if she was someone else she’d hate herself too.

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Hey, sorry. I accidentally exited out of the request and it sent before I wanted it to, but can you please do a Dad!Neil Dresner? Where finds out his teenage daughter has a boyfriend? I imagine him to be very protective. Please and thank you. And I love your work.

Sure thing! And thank you for the compliment, I sincerely appreciate it; thank you for your request and I hope you enjoy it, @storiesformc!

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Neil wished he had more time to prepare. 

Time to come to terms, to grieve, to miss the little girl Marina was before she got a... boyfriend. The thought was so surreal. Even the silent monologue in his head pronounced it differently. How could Marina, the little girl who wouldn’t go to bed until you recited her favorite bedtime story up until she was 12, have a boy now? The perception of her as a toddler up to her 13th birthday is so ingrained in his head that now each time he sees her cuddled up with that boy... it’s all he can picture. That prompted Neil to be instantly protective--what kind of father wouldn’t for his baby? His wife, however, was ecstatic. She merely squealed and hugged Marina tight enough to crush her, spouting all of this motherly nonsense about growing up and falling in love. Neil was disappointed in her, frankly. MC was his defense always, even when he was slightly off his rocker. But what did he expect? The grumpy doctor fell head over heels for a rebel barely in her 20′s--who ever said gals like her would understand the feeling Neil felt when he pictured Marina and her boyfriend? 

That’s right, she wouldn’t know a lick of it.

Neil grumbles as he climbs into bed the following night, Marina’s announcement a boulder in his conscience. No matter which way he pushed or which way he pulled, Neil couldn’t rid himself of that burden of a thought. Marina’s got a boyfriend, MC recites brightly in his memory, her rosy cheeks tugged into a boundless smile, you believe it, Neil? Our baby’s growing up! He buries his scowling face into the pillows while her words play over and over, a broken record in his damned head. Life was simpler when he was just raising a babbling toddler who fell over her own two feet; simpler, but not easier. He could still remember the sleepless nights, the stressful mornings, the constant chatter… Beside him, MC joins him in bed and slips under the covers with him, her once-scarlet hair now deduced to loose brunette curls down to her shoulders. He could sense her eyes on him even with the pillow’s barrier and groans into its soft depths; the judgment was already there. “Neil, what’re you doing?” She sounds stern and Neil scoffs quietly. If only silence could be the answer to every problem you’ve got... 

“Nothing,” he mumbles.

MC squints down at him, his muffled words barely reaching. “Take that pillow off your face, I can’t hear you.”

Reluctantly, Neil shifts the pillow aside, the comforting fluff gone and replaced with the dreary pigments of their ceiling--that dull grey was starting to wear away his eyes more than the sun has. He was tired of the color. Maybe a lighter and more vibrant shade would do. “Honey, that frown isn’t saying anything I need to know,” she playfully nudges his arm, a grin spread on her lips, “or am I supposed to take a hint?” He sighs, head turning to his wife. She was a treasure in this bleak room, her effortless charm swamping him totally. Nowadays it was difficult to keep frowning, thanks to MC. Neil didn’t know what to think about that; be grateful or be grouchy. Either or, Neil was glad she was there to talk to--being a single father sounded like hell. “No, I’ll talk about it, just finding the words to not fight with you.”

MC quirks an eyebrow. “A fight? What would I fight with you about?”

“Marina and her new boyfriend,” Neil relents, his eyebrows slowly drawing together as his expression deepens, “I don’t think she should be messing around with no boys at her age.”

The silence that fills the air after he speaks indicates Neil was right; this would brew a disagreement between them.

MC shakes her head. “Marina’s 16, Neil, just 2 years shy of being a woman. It’s about time you give her some freedom, the girl’s got some exploring to do.” She slides under the covers while pinning Neil with a stern stare, the diamonds of her eyes glittering in the dim moonlight. But Neil didn’t pay no mind. Sure, Marina was on her way to be a woman but that road was 2 years long, which left a window open of her still being a kid--of her still being Neil’s little girl. “Maybe, but you heard her, they’ve only known each other for a week. A week! How are you not on your toes when you hear that, MC?” He gives her an incredulous glance. How was he supposed to take that expression? Over time, wrinkles and creases formed on MC’s pale face, so now her frowns always seem deeper and her smiles more animated. He could faintly see the disapproval on her lips, in her eyes, all focused intently on him. He imagined that he appeared the same way to MC. “A week is a good enough time to fall in love; say, we fell in love within the span of a couple months and look where we are now. Who are you to judge when love is love?” She hisses gently, the soothing hiccup of her accent coiling around her sassy tone. Apparently MC was caught up on the part where Marina cried “love!”, but who knows if she’s just blowing their passion for each other out of proportion? Still, even after MC’s rebuke, Neil’s opinion is unchanging. “Our little origin story isn’t comparable to this, MC. Love can form when it has enough time to grow or else it’ll crash and burn. We worked out because we let our love prosper and thrive before diving into each other’s gullets,” he remarks, gruff and headstrong, about as willing to back down as MC was. 

“Defining what you think is ‘true love’ isn’t going to help you win this. Everything’s different for everyone.”

“No, maybe not, but if it keeps Marina safe then I’ll be cracking open my damn dictionary.”

MC scoffs, pinching him quickly, “who said you couldn’t watch her back? You’re her daddy, Neil, you can look out for her while letting her live a little!”

No one speaks after her brief exclamation, the tension drawn tighter by the evident frustration the both of them faced. They never argued like this. Usually they’d disagree, talk, and smooth over the wrinkles, but now… Now they were determined to rough up their resolve before they even tried to be civil. After a couple seconds more of deep, stabilizing breaths, MC relents with a quiet sigh and cuddles up to Neil, her features now softened into a concerned furrow of her brows. She braces her hand on Neil’s chest, her fingers warm and tender to his flesh. “Listen, honey, I know how you feel--believe me, I do--but you’ve got to be more realistic. Whether you accept it or not, Marina’s getting older and closer to being on her own, she’s got to learn to think for herself. She’s a smart cookie. She’ll make for a fine independent woman, thanks to you. But now, I think you should give her a shot; see how this ship rocks with her new fella, you know?” MC pats his chest, a small assuring smile on her face. Neil mulls over her words. Maybe she was right in a way; maybe… maybe he was being a little too overbearing at times with Marina. But you couldn’t hold that against him, he loved his daughter. She was his world from the first breath down to these very seconds. Nothing’s changed except that she’s older, maturing, expanding into new walks of life that wouldn’t have suited her then. Marina was still his bundle of joy and he was still her caring, grouchy, sarcastic dad. 

Even if it meant handing her away to some boy, Neil had to be supportive and at least mindful of her wishes, her desires.

Sighing, Neil winds an arm around his wife’s shoulders and brings her closer to him, close enough to smell the serene aroma of her berry-scented shampoo. She relaxes into him, resting her cheek against his shoulder. “...I’ll think about it, MC,” he could feel her cheek move as she smiles softly against him, “but it’s going to take some time for me to… adjust to this whole ‘growing up’ thing.” It was true. Daily, Neil would see Marina at the dining room table and wonder just when in that 16 year gap she grew taller, prettier. Marina wasn’t very tall but she reached Neil’s collarbone standing beside him. She was a brunette--go figure--with most of her prize-winning features taken directly from her father, Neil. Maybe that was why he was so protective and nurturing to her, they were so alike side from her mother’s energetic personality; well, that and she’s their only child. 

He always had a feeling that she’d grow up to be beautiful, and seeing that unfold now, Neil was right in every facet imaginable.

“Thank you,” MC murmurs under the blanket of the shimmering moonlight, “I can tell this isn’t easy for you but I’m proud of you for trying.” He rubs her arm soothingly, allowing the tension to dissipate and fall into the background as he kisses her head. “I’m not exactly volunteering to do this but… I appreciate the sentiment, Mrs. Dresner.”

That claps the silence between them right where it stands, the both of them dissolving into a brief fit of laughter. Even if it would probably take the soul right out of him, Neil was willing to try--for his daughter and his wife.

He just hoped no no-good meathead would have to ruin this bliss for any of them, or else the doctor might have to shed his nurturing duty for a little bit.

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female seymour in wlw little shop

i’ve been sitting on this idea for so long so i’m caving and posting about it.

in general terms: female seymour krelborn in little shop of horrors. every other aspect of the plot is exactly the same.

getting a little more specific:

audrey is still a girl, and the dynamic between her and seymour will remain romantic.

seymour’s pining would of course be more ‘audrey only thinks of me as a friend, she only dates men’ instead of ‘i’m a dweeb audrey wouldn’t want to be with me’.

audrey secretly does wish to be with seymour, but is unable to realize due to her internalized homophobia. she comes to the realization of wanting to be with seymour in suddenly seymour.

orin can tell seymour is (very obviously) pining after audrey, and that fuels his hatred and abuse toward both girls. he’s cruel and physical with audrey because it makes seymour upset, and handsy with seymour because it makes her uncomfortable (orin’s definitely an ‘i can turn you’ kind of guy).

mushnik is sleazy and gross (not that that’s new) and is extremely misogynistic and pushes both girls around, but especially seymour.

fixing obvious problems (in the music):

prologue through WSKID- no changes.

ya never know- simple pronoun changes.

somewhere that’s green- “and i dream of a place, where we can get away at last” //: “and a sweet little guy, like...well...like seymour”. /// the rest of the pronouns stay he/him/his because at this point, audrey still can only see herself with a man, though she dreams for him to be just like seymour.

closed for reno and dentist- no changes.

mushnik and son- (literally my fav changes because i think it would make the whole song so funny) simple pronoun changes throughout the song. /// “how would you like to be me kid? how would you like to be my own adopted girl” /// basically every time ‘son’ is used replace with ‘kid’ and ‘boy’ with ‘girl’ EXCEPT for the phrase ‘mushnik and son’ which will remain the same. imagine the first time mushnik says it, “...so i’m proposing be my kid! mushnik... *looks seymour up and down and grimaces* ...and son”. seymour, merely overwhelmed with the prospect of a father agrees despite ‘son’ being in the new shop name. /// the rest of the song remains consistent with new changes, except the lines “so come kiss me quick/please don’t make me sick” sang by seymour and mushnik respectively, will be switched as to further heighten mushniks misogynist nature, as well as clarify that mushnik does not and never will see seymour as a daughter, or respect her as a woman.

feed me (git it!)- two-ey calls seymour by several pet name throughout the song, one of which can replace the ‘boy’ used in the beginning, or could be simply replaced by girl or gal. /// later on, “come on kid, what’ll it be? boys? *slight pause* *then said knowingly, in a smug sort of way* girls? one particular girl how bout that audrey?”. /// orin’s dialogue doesn’t change when he comes back with audrey, but it is clear that is being especially cruel because of seymours presence. he knows that it makes seymour uncomfortable, and emphasizes words like slut to get under seymours skin. he keeps eye contact with seymour when he slaps audrey, as if taunting seymour that she does nothing to stand up for audrey.

now (just the gas)- this song is peak creepy and grossness of orin’s characterization. orin already gets off on others pain, and paired with his habit of sexual harassment towards seymour, makes for an extremely uncomfortable scene for the audience, but also gives even more solid evidence that we believe orin should be killed. /// orin’s mask ‘getting stuck’ is (now) just a ploy to try and get seymour close enough to touch, but the longer he argues with seymour to ‘help him’ get the mask off, he becomes incoherent and the rest of the song proceeds as usual.

act 1 finale through call back in the morning- no changes.

suddenly seymour- (they’re getting together finally!!!) overall simple prounoun changes throughout (mostly when audrey is singing about seymour) /// *seymour accepting she won’t be with audrey because she thinks audrey doesn’t love her in the same way* “sweet understanding, seymour’s your...friend.” *audrey feeling sad that seymour didn’t take their relationship farther, thinks she misread the situation* “sweet understanding, seymour’s my...friend.” /// personally i think “tell me this feeling will last till forever...for losers like i’ve been it’s so hard to say” make SO MUCH more sense for both audrey and seymour when they are both women. seymour is hoping that she will stay with audrey, that the feeling of love and understanding is not fleeting. audrey is scared of the new relationship, never having been with a person who cares for her, let alone a woman. /// both sing “the girl that’s inside me” /// “seymour’s my/your girl” AND THEY KISS OFC

supper time- no changes.

the meek shall inherit- simple pronoun changes.

sominex through finale- no changes.

and that’s all i got! if anyone has any questions or suggestions i’d love to hear them as this idea has been in my head for so long!

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Commission Work - Harry Hook x reader - part 4 - To Auradon

commissioner @musicarose​

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Mal woke up to someone screaming that the dark forest had been destroyed, she jolted out of bed, rushing to her window, staring down with wide-eyes as a goon raved about the trees.

“there was nothing but ash! And the ground was cracked and the grass was gone!” Mal swallowed nervously, slamming the window closed and backing away.

Why was she so anxious?

She walked out to the kitchen, rubbing her arm nervously “hey mom, what happened to the dark forest”

Maleficent smirked “your sister happened, she found out about something and tapped into her father's abilities, It was so…moving I almost cried” she cackled, Dival doing his little laugh with her.

Mals brows furrowed “what did she find out about?”

Her mother turned to her with a cruel smirk. “you'll find out soon”

---two years later--

You stared down at the grounds below, the limo idling and waiting for you, your sister and her friends to load into it.

Your eyes drew to a tall boy, wearing the classic red leather jacket, you scowled. Harry hook, you had refused to even look at him after that day.

And you had hardly been civil with Mal, once she had figured out you knew about her rendezvous with harry she stopped trying to make you talk to her.

Especially once you chucked a chair at her. You sighed, absentmindedly scratching Divals neck, the raven glaring down at harry.

“(y/n)~ its time to go~~!” you groaned, letting your head flop down and hang between your shoulder.

Right, the day to go to Auradon, to go to a new school.

…at least you wouldn’t be looking at harry anytime soon.

You stood straight, turning and walking into your room and grabbing your bags. As you walked down the stairs to leave, you spotted Mal, flipping through your mother's spellbook.

You snorted, unlike Mal, you didn’t need that, so as you passed by her you bumped her shoulder, making her drop the book

“hey!” she yelled, puffing up her cheeks at you, leaning down to pick up the old leather-bound book “jerk”

“strong words from someone who kisses another persons date” you bit back, Mal flinched, she still had not gotten used to your cold tone.

Over the years after the incident, you had closed into yourself, becoming cold and hateful.

Your mother was proud, to say the least.

You shoved past Jafar, tossing your duffel bag into the back, ignoring Harry's eyes on your back.

You stepped into the limo, sliding into the back and raising your brow at the candies.

You sighed, crossing your arms and leaning your head back.

You couldn’t wait till all this crap was over and you could get your revenge on your sister.

You would be stealing the wand right under her nose.

==

Well, that didn’t end up happening, another two years later, you stood in Auradon still, one of the top students, your lilac hair now a darker purple fading into a light blue and lilac.

You slammed your hand down on the alarm, blinking blearily at the blinking red numbers. “alright” you yawned “time to get up.”

As you slid out of bed, you caught sight of your calendar.

-new vks arrive today-

You groaned, plopping back down on your bed “noooo” you whined grabbing your pillow and covering your face

Not that you weren’t excited for new vks, it was WHO was part of the new vks.

Harry.

Freaking.

Hook.

The boy that broke your heart and acted like nothing happened. You yelled, throwing your pillow across the room, scaring your little black cockatiel.

“sorry Diablo” you sighed, walking over and opening his cage, he hopped onto your hand and scooted up your arm, cuddling into your neck.

You heard your phone go off, you glanced over, seeing a text message. You walked over to pick it up, seeing a message from Ben saying:

-please dress nicer, at least a dress, everything else can be isle style, thx!-

You hummed, walking over to your closet and opening it, most of your dresses where full isle style or way to fancy.

You spotted your lilac summer dress and smiled.

“that will work” you cheered, grabbing it and tossing it on your bed, you also grabbed your black boots, your light denim jacket, and your fingerless gloves.

“alright” you muttered, shaking your shoulder and whistling for diablo to return to his cage, he whistled back and flew off. “lets shower and then get dressed”

--

You tugged up the top of your dress, in the two years in Auradon, you had finally hit puberty, your chest going from A to D, your hips filling out and the baby fat melting away and leaving soft curves.

Which had attracted the attention of a lot of guys, and some gals who swung that way.

Including your now s/o, Davis, the descendant of john smith.

They were kind, smart, strong, and always tried to find adventure in every way.

And they weren’t using you to get to your sister, who was engaged to king Ben. So you had that going for you.

A knock sounded at your door, “it's unlocked!” Evie popped her head though, a smile on her red painted lips.

“The limos about 10 minutes out, you ready?” you sighed, taking a few steps back from your mirror, hand on your hips “as ill ever be”

“Great let's go!”

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Harry tapped the tip of his hook on the window, he was bored and nervous as all hell. “dude, try this peanut butter thing!” Harry pushed Gil's hand away.

“not hungry” he muttered. Gil shrugged, shoving the candy in his mouth. Finally, the limo came to a stop, and the driver opened the door.

Uma stepped out first, followed by Gil and dizzy. Harry took a deep breath, slowly sliding out and standing to his full height.

His eyes scanned over the crowd, locking eyes with a blonde girl who bit her lip and fluttered her lashes, Harry saw a flash of purple, and he whipped his head around, jaw-dropping as he saw you

The girl who was known to be the stick figure even shorter sister of Mal was replaced by a taller, curvier, and beautiful girl.

Her violet eyes staring off in the distance, he never noticed her eyes had gold flakes in them.

She wore a form-flattering lilac summer dress, a light denim jacket over her shoulders, her soft and curled hair moving with the breeze.

“(y/n)?” harry muttered, you froze, eyes meeting his but…you glared, and Harry felt his heart stop cold.

Your eyes and hair seemed to come alive, the blue parts of your hair glowing, along with your eyes.

You huffed, turning away and crossing your arms, glaring at the air in front of you. “are you okay” Mal whispered, softly touching your shoulder.

Over the years in Auradon, Mal had finally learned that what she did to you was wrong, and had apologized, even offering for you to get a free prank on her.

You turned her hair pink

Since then you had established a real family relationship. And you no longer chucked chairs at her.

As Ben did his welcoming speech, harry couldn’t take his eyes off you.

You hated it, now that you had grown curves, he only JUST got interested in you?

Bullcrap

As soon as Ben finished, you turned and walked off, not wanting to be in Harry's eyesight for even one more minute.

Harry watched you walk off, a fire starting in his chest.

He had to have you

--end of part 4--

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