#less boring than him💔

[lunarin64art]

Heard it was ougoku day? Uhhhhhh here

Kokichi: would you still love me if I was a worm?

Gonta, already setting up an enclosure for him: what you say?

#asks #danganronpa #ougoku #kokichi ouma #gonta gokuhara #ouma kokichi #love the idea of Ouma dating the one character who doesn't put him on some sort of pedestal...a literal worm would be #less boring than him💔 #thx for the ask!! & happy late ougoku day ~ 🧻🥰

[highhhfiveee]

safety net (pornstar!mike schmidt x reader)

tags: fluff? angst? just exposition really. no mentions of porn or sex here! just mike being a hero and reader appreciating him errors in here as usual!

part two: 💸

you didn't really do dating.

you'd tried so many times before to no avail. things would start nicely, people making your laugh float into the air and your heart flutter, but it never got past that. anytime you start to think about these things seriously, the other party pulls away. you're always left in the dust, responsible for picking up the pieces of your heart, gluing them back together, and trying again.

it's exhausting and after your last failure, you're not sure you want to try again.

one chance encounter on a dating app changes your mind. you think it's so foolish how easily you fall into it, giggling and kicking your feet at yet another potential partner, but when your first date is coordinated successfully and the second and the third, you begin to feel safe enough to indulge.

for your fourth date, you've arrived at this fancy restaurant in the middle of the city. you're super done up, wearing a dress that you love but have to return in the morning and your tallest pair of heels. your hair is swept up just the way simon, your date, likes it. you never liked it this way, but he calls you "so beautiful" when he sees you like this, and it makes your blood rush in your ears so you wear it up any time you're around him.

simon was nice, but you didn't have much in common; he was a straight-edge tech guy. he went to bed at 10 every night and woke up at 6 every morning, planning his days out in five-minute increments (he'd excitedly showed you his planner and you had to pretend that you were very very interested 💔).

you, on the other hand, woke up at noon on days you didn't have to work, going to bed at 4 am the night before. you never knew what to do and your apartment was covered in sticky notes donning different tasks: "read book". "wash dishes". "mail off package".

you two managed nice, small talk-ish conversation and he made you feel pretty. the only thing you two had in common was your love for coffee.

you're seated at your table and all goes well up until you receive the check, although you're a little bored. you're picking at your dessert and wondering if the art on the walls is real as simon opens the billbook and slides a card in there.

"i have to go to the bathroom. be right back," he stands, craning his head down to place a kiss on your cheek, and then you're alone, finally tuning into the din of the restaurant. it's busier than you realized.

your waitress takes your bill and leaves to tender you out. simon is still using the bathroom, and at first, it's not worrying. you wouldn't be surprised if he got lost on the way there, but after ten minutes, you start to worry.

the waitress returns to your table and you think you're fine to leave, but she sets the billbook on the table, stating, "did you have another form of payment? it said this card was expired."

you shake your head, anxiously blinking your eyes. "expired?" you open the book to see the $400 total at the bottom of your receipt and simon's card tucked behind the plastic pouch. you take it out and inspect the expiration date. three years gone.

"i--i, uh," you begin to panic. you had no idea what to do. you didn't have $400 in your bank account, $405.72 less than that actually. you didn't have anyone to call to spot you; what normal person had a casual $400 to throw at a friend for dinner? if you called your mom, she would laugh over the receiver the whole time, hanging up on you.

the waitress is staring at you, expectantly, but you can't even meet her gaze. in your alarm, you scanned your eyes around the restaurant and caught simon, in his very noticeable purple suit jacket, speed-walking towards the entrance of the restaurant.

you shoot to your feet, taking off your heels, wrangling up your other belongings and dashing after him.

you hear the waitress shout, "ma'am!" behind you but there's no stopping you. what are you gonna do, pay for the meal?

you're pushing yourself in between other patrons, forgetting your manners. you're hyperfocused on simon, keeping track of his head bobbing through the throng of people.

he's made it outside just a little before you, using a brisk pace to walk down the sidewalk.

"simon!" you yell, watching him speed up a bit until he's a phantom around the corner. "simon!!!"

there are some stragglers outside, just a few eyes on the frantic girl holding her heels and screaming. you're sure they think you're drunk, but you don't care.

you scream simon's name one more time. it's shrill and blood-curdling and something you'd never expect to come out of you. you didn't get upset like this, and you know you're truly upset when you feel a tear hit your arm.

you rarely cried, but here you were, breaking down on the sidewalk outside one of the most expensive restaurants in the state. you take a despondent seat on a bench, trying to catch your breath and stop crying. you take your hair down childishly, and the thought of simon liking it sends you back into tears.

you're a blubbering, snot-covered mess when mike sees you. he's exiting the restaurant, asking for his car from valet when he notices you on the bench, staring blankly into the air.

you're beautiful, and he's unsure as to why you're sitting here in tears. no one else decides to check on you. he takes the initiative.

his hand reaches out to your shoulder and it makes you jump, shouting at him to back away from you. he holds up his hands, muttering, "hey, hey. i'm sorry, i don't want to hurt you. i just wanted to ask if you were okay."

you don't expect the voice that comes out of him. its suburban, syrupy tone doesn't quite match his look; his hair is freshly cut and it feels like there's not a single wrinkle in any of his clothes. they look quality, and expensive. the rings adorning most of his fingers give off the same vibe.

great. one of these guys.

"i'm fine," you snap, wiping at your congested nose with the back of your hand. "i don't need saving, especially not from a nice guy like you."

mike laughs, and you're embarrassed to admit to yourself that you like how it sounds.

"who said i was a nice guy? i just asked if you were okay." you shrink away, avoiding his eyes.

"it's not my fault that you give that off. sounds like a you problem."

mike doesn't stop talking to you, which is surprising. even with all the disrespect, he sits beside you and rummages along the inside of his jacket for something to give you.

you don't admit it, but you're thankful for the small plastic package of tissues. "everyone has problems. there seems to be one plaguing you right now," he leans into your shoulder, eyeing you intently. "wanna tell me what it is?"

you're still cleaning yourself up, taking another tissue out to wipe at your ruined makeup when the waitress marches out of the restaurant with two burly security guards behind her. she points to you with zeal, announcing, "that's her."

the security guards make their way over to you, disregarding mike as he asks, "woah, woah, what's going on?"

"this young lady tried to skip out on her bill." you shake your head irritably, standing to your feet. you're not even half the height of these dudes.

"i didn't, my date did. he put an expired card down to pay and then used the bathroom excuse to get out of it." mike shakes his head. in what world would someone try to escape a date with you?

"makes sense, but you still have to pay for the meal."

"how the fuck am i supposed to do that?" you screech, crossing your arms over your chest. "i don't have any money. i have to return this stupid fucking dress in the morning just so i can pay my rent."

the dress is nice. it's a black satin maxi dress with thin straps and a slit up the side. it's fairly simple, but mike can't deny how well it fits you, and how good you look in it.

"i don't know what you're going to do, but you better do something or we're going to have to call the police."

"fucking call them! i don't care," you retort, and so begins your back and forth with the security personnel.

"you don't care?"

"no."

"are you an idiot? you just don't care?"

"okay, one, i'm not an idiot and two, i really don't. this whole situation is fucking stupid. i can't pay the bill, okay? i don't know what to tell you."

"my mom always said that as a female, you should never be broke. maybe it's time for you to stand on that corner right there in that pretty dress and sell your---" the man is cut off by a sharp "hey, watch yourself. i'll fucking kill you." from mike. he steps to the security guards, who retreat a little when they realize he's not joking.

you don't know this man, not even his name, but he asked you if you were okay then and now, he's standing up for you, even after you accused him of being a nice guy. you make a mental note to apologize to him after all of this.

"i'll pay the fucking bill. how much is it?"

"it's $400, mr. schmidt," the waitress says, her face awash with red. Last name basis? How often did he come to this expensive ass restaurant?

mike looks at you and then back to the waitress, saying, "charge it to my tab. tip the bill." The waitress nods excitedly, echoing, "thank you, thank you, thank you" as she scurries back inside with the security guards. They give mike dirty looks the entire way back, giving up just before disappearing into oblivion.

mike faces you. He's a little disheveled in the eyes, the irritation he holds inside written all over his face. somehow, even his scowl is attractive.

you rub your hands over your goosebumped arms, the chill in the air wildly apparent. mike is instantly shrugging his jacket off and draping it over your shoulders, giving you a friendly smile. it's warm inside, and smells like the expensive department store colognes you snuck samples of as a kid. for some reason, you feel at ease.

"i'm sorry about your date. he sounds like a dickhead."

"yeah," you agree, biting at your cracked bottom lip. "i guess it's my fault. i really shouldn't have trusted a guy who planned his day by fives."

"hours?"

"minutes."

mike sucks air between his teeth, cringing at your words. "he sounds like a psychopath."

"maybe he was," you hum, using the lapels of mike's coat to pull it tighter around you. "dodged bullet."

"dodged bullet," he repeats, smirking down at you. his hazel eyes sparkle. you don't know why you feel so... positively unnerved yet tranquil in his presence. who was this man?

"mr. schmidt?" a valet worker in all white exits an expensive-looking, deep gray sports car. the interior looks like a spaceship, and you can't help but crane your neck a little further to get a better look.

you're not paying attention as the worker drops the keys into mike's hand and mike hands him a hundred-dollar bill he fished from his pocket. you're just focused on the car, wondering a million things. how much was it? how was its gas mileage? did it take premium gas or something more?

"do you need a ride home?" mike holds the keys up, jangling them in front of your face. you connect the dots and let out a loud belly laugh, completely blindsided.

"this is your car?"

"i...think so?" he teases, watching the happiness fall from your face. a ride home. why would you want to go home to be alone, once again collecting the jagged pieces of your broken heart from the floor?

mike instantly stiffens. "that was a joke," he clarifies, but you dismiss it with a raise of your hand.

"no no, it was fine, funny even. i just...i don't want to go home right now."

"do you want to come back to mine?" mike doesn't know if it's too forward, but it doesn't hurt to try. you needed company, and nothing would ever compel him to leave you here after everything. he catches the way your face twitches and raises his hands in defense again. "no funny business, i promise. just so you're safe, and not alone tonight."

you don't think over it very long. you'd been to plenty of strangers' houses, and this was only one night. you were sure you could trust this man. after your date from hell and nearly going to jail, what was the harm?

"okay, i'll come. thank you," you muse as mike leads you to the passenger side of his car. he opens the door for you, and you crane your head to him before you sit down. you're so close you can see the flecks in his hazel eyes, the freckles dusting the bridge of his nose, every single individual hair that peppers his jaw and mouth. it makes you forget your name.

"i'm y/n, by the way." he nods and smiles at you, wide and bright. suddenly, your legs feel like noodles.

"nice to meet you, y/n. i'm mike."

"mike," you repeat as you lower yourself into his car. "mike."

who knew where this would lead you?

been up all night writing this ayyeeeee, i write SO MUCH! going to work on writing blurbs, i promiseeeeeee. also this is very cute. i'm excited to delve into their story because it will be mostly pwp (for ficlets and blurbs) but definitely more structured for longer fics. can't wait to see where it goes!

#fnaf #fnaf movie #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt #fnaf fic #mike schmidt angst #mike stands up for you & you're like ????? #you can't believe it #you'll fall in love with him instantly #i did #faire is writing stuff #faire’s mike schmidt <3 #faire's (pornstar) mike schmidt <3

[meowzfordayz]

conversations

Author’s Note: silly and sweet (and mildly sarcastic) convos. 😆🥰

conversations

Hashira x Reader, Tokito Muichiro x Reader, Kamaboko x Reader

Word Count: ~2,000

CW: explicit language

~faqs~

These are just lil convos I imagine occurring between various characters and Reader. 💞

In specific regards to Shinobu’s convo: she isn’t policing Reader’s diet!!!!! Hers is predominantly inspired by my own sweet tooth 😋, and how I often tell my irl bf to not let me buy candy when we go grocery shopping (similar to reminding myself that I don’t need x, y, or z when I’m window shopping; I’d spend way too much $ otherwise 😂🥴).

+ I wasn’t sure how to format this fanfic (I recognize the Character: | Reader: format gets repetitive) since I couldn’t rely on italics/bold bc I also use them to provide emphasis in the convos themselves, so pls and ty bear w/ me! 🤓

in the dining room; eating lunch

Zenitsu: You forgot to cut the crust off my sandwich. 😕

You: 🤨

Zenitsu: Are you mad at me? 🙁

Zenitsu: I’m sorry! ☹️

Zenitsu: I love you!!!!! 😭

You: Baby, Zenitsu, honey! I’m not mad at you! 

Zenitsu: But the crust… 😔

You: Are you kidding me? 😐

Zenitsu: … no? 🥲

You: Would you like me to cut off the crust? 🙃

Zenitsu: YES! 😍

You: 🫥

Zenitsu: Please? 🥹

You: I love you more than I should. 🙄

Zenitsu: WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN? 😥😖

You: You’re actually the most dramatic person I know. 😃

Zenitsu: I have feelings! 😭 I am a sensitive man! 😭

You: I know, I know. 🫠 I love you. 🥰

Zenitsu: As much as you should? 🧐

You: As much as I should. 😁

Zenitsu: I love you. 🩷

You: I love you too. 🩷🩷

Zenitsu: I love you too, too. 🩷🩷🩷

You: I love you too times three. 🩷🩷🩷🩷

Zenitsu: That’s cheating. 😒

You: I’m not saying “too” three times. 

Zenitsu: You’re gonna have to say it fives times after I say I love you too, too, too, too. 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

You: 😵

Zenitsu: 😭😭😭

getting dressed for the day; summertime

Inosuke: Let’s get a pet squirrel. 😁 

You: Let’s not. 🙃

Inosuke: You’re so boring. 😒

You: You’re so obnoxious. 😌

Inosuke: At least I’m fun! 😎

You: Sure, darling, let’s get a pet squirrel. 😃

Inosuke: REALLY?! 😱🤯🥳🥳🥳

You: Inosuke, squirrels aren’t pets!!!!!

Inosuke: But they could be… 🥹

You: N. O. No. 

Inosuke: I’ll pay for everything and take care of it.

You: I already do that. 🤗

Inosuke: 🤔

You: 😶

Inosuke: Did you just call me a squirrel?

You: Mhmmm. 🐿️

Inosuke: I wish I could climb trees like them. 💔😭

You: Do you really want a pet squirrel?

Inosuke: I guess not, but could we go to the park and look at ‘em? ☺️

You: We can do that. ☺️

Inosuke: Do you want a pet? 

You: Are we ready for that?

Inosuke: Babe, we’re ready for anything.

You:

Inosuke: I mean it. I love you.

You: I love you too, Inosuke. I love you too.

in bed; a sunny Sunday morning

You: Hey love?

Gyomei: Hey what?

You: Would you love me more if I was a cat? 😻

Gyomei: 🤨

You: 👀

Gyomei: Of course not.

You: Sooo you would love me less? 😒

Gyomei: You’re putting words in my mouth. 

You: So if an evil witch turned me into a cat, you would love me less. 😒

Gyomei: When did I ever say that?

You: You admit it! 😭

Gyomei: ?????

You: Meow meow. 🥺😔😖

Gyomei: I would love you more! 😁💖

You: YOU WOULD LOVE ME MORE IF I WAS A CAT? Fine, Gyomei. I’ll just go find a cat to replace me, Himejima-loves-cats-more-than-me-Gyomei. 😭😭😭😭😭

Gyomei: ??????????

in the kitchen; cooking dinner

You: Kaburamura needs a hat. 🤗

Obanai: No.

You: How about sunscreen? 🥺

Obanai: His face is perfectly fine in the sun.

You: But his pretty scales…

Obanai: You want to buy him a hat. 🤨

You: Correction, I want to make him a hat. A snake hat.

Obanai: A condom for his head.😐

You: You said it, not me.

Obanai: Kaburamura does not need a condom.

You: 🙃

Obanai: 😐

You: Pleeeease???! ☹️

Obanai: Whatever. Just don’t come crying when it immediately falls off.

You: I’ll tape it to him. 😌

Obanai: YOU WOULDN’T.

You: With… Snake-t, tape. 😏

Obanai: 😬

You: Y’know, Duck-t tape, but Snake-t ta-

Obanai: Just stop.

walking outside; a brisk spring day

Tanjirou: You’re so beautiful. 🥰

You: You’re so cheesy.

Tanjirou: You love cheese! 😋

You: I do. I love you a lot. 🥰

Tanjirou: Ooh, now who’s being cheesy?! 😉

You: I’m getting cold. 🥶

Tanjirou: You’re wearing three layers???

You: I can still get cold with three layers on. ☹️

Tanjirou: Do you want my jacket? 😁

You: It might not fit over my three layers.

Tanjirou: How about you swap me your thinnest layer for my jacket?

You: Tanjirou, I can’t just take off my t-shirt, right here, right now. 🤨

Tanjirou: But you’re so beautiful. 😌

You: That’s so far from the point.

Tanjirou: Piggyback ride? I can get us home faster. 😎

You: Is that a challenge? 🧐

Tanjirou: You want to race home instead? 👀

You: Nah. 💀

Tanjirou: Piggyback? 🤗

You: I bet you can’t carry me all the way back.

Tanjirou: Was that a challenge? 😏

You: You’re gonna be cooking dinner tonight. 😃

Tanjirou: I cook dinner most nights? 🙃

You: Again, so not the point. 😒

Tanjirou: That’s it. You’re shivering. All aboard the Tanjirou Train! 🥰

You: You’re so silly. 🥹

Tanjirou: There’s nobody around. 🥰

You: You’re still silly. 💞

gazing at the stars through a mesh ceiling; camping

You: It’s late. 🥱

Mitsuri: But I want to stay up forever with you. 🥺

You: That doesn’t sound too healthy. 😅

Mitsuri: Let me be cute. 🥺

You: You’re the cutest. 🥰

Mitsuri: Thank you for going camping with me.

You: Thank you for setting everything up.

Mitsuri: Thank you for getting all the bug bites for me. 🤭

You: You should thank me again 😒, they’re so itchy. 😭

Mitsuri: Thank you times a billion! 🤪💖

You: I love you. 

Mitsuri: I love you more.

You: Most.

Mitsuri: You see those stars? 🌌

You: There’s a bunch.

Mitsuri: More than a bunch.

You: Definitely.

Mitsuri: That’s how much I love you. 💙

You: More than a bunch? 

Mitsuri: I love you more than a bunch. 💙💙

You: A bunch of stars. 🥹

Mitsuri: Is what I see when I look at you.

You: We’re delirious. 🥴

Mitsuri: Deliriously in love.

You: I think the sky is getting brighter. 🫣

Mitsuri: We should get some sleep.

You: I was trying to say that ten seconds ago.

Mitsuri: Let me take care of you. 🥺

You: Kanroji Mitsuri, I’ll let you do anything.

Mitsuri: You mean it?

You: I mean it. You’re the meaning.

Mitsuri: I feel like that was supposed to be super romantic, but I’m too tired to understand anything right now. 🤗

You: Same.

Mitsuri: For what it’s worth, you’re also the meaning. 💞

You: We are, The Meaning.

Mitsuri: The Meaning. 😃

You: Oh jeez, we really need to sleep. 😵‍💫

Mitsuri: C’mere, scoot your sleeping bag closer. Sleepy times! 😴💘

searching for pancakes ingredients; a cloudy Saturday

You: We’re out of milk. 😞

Shinobu: So make something else? 

You: You won’t go to the store with me? 🥺

Shinobu: With you? 🧐

You: I mean, I wasn’t going to make you fetch my milk alone. 😃

Shinobu: Surprising. 🙃

You: Hmpf. 😒

Shinobu: I would’ve done it. ☺️

You: Shinooobu, my loveliest love, could you go buy some milk for me? 🤗

Shinobu: You won’t go to the store with me? 🙃😉

You: Using my own words against me. ☹️

Shinobu: Absolutely. 😈

You: Are we going to go buy milk or not? 

Shinobu: Or not.

You: Shinobu! 😭

Shinobu: I retract my previous statement. 😅 Let’s go buy milk.

You: Yay! 😍🥳🥳🥳

Shinobu: Do we need anything else?

You: Sugar. 😋

Shinobu: Actually? 🤨

You: We always need sugar. 😋😋

Shinobu: Incorrect.

You: Booooo. 😭😭😭

Shinobu: You’re about to make pancakes. You don’t need candy too.

You: But-

Shinobu: There’s ice cream in the fridge. 🍦

You: WAIT. 😳

Shinobu: ???

You: Ice cream equals dairy equals if we melt it then we could use it as milk?! 🫨🤯

Shinobu: 🤔

You: 😶 Shinobu: I don’t think that’s quite right. 🤓

You: Wanna try?! 🧫🧪

Shinobu: … how about you stay here and try while I go out and buy the real deal. 😌

You: Okay! 😁

cuddling on the couch; a cozy winter evening

You: Would you love me if I farted?

Kyojuro: You fart all the time.

You: 😒

Kyojuro: And I obviously love you. ☺️

You: Good.

Kyojuro: What kind of man would I be if I did not love farting?

You: 😶

Kyojuro: Wait-

Kyojuro: That came out-

Kyojuro: You know what I meant. 😖

You: I love you so much. 😂💘

Kyojuro: I fart too. 🤗

You: I’m aware.

Kyojuro: What if I farted and blamed it on you? 👀

You: I would love you a little less. 

Kyojuro: Truly?

You: 🙃

Kyojuro: 😔

You: You would do that to me?! 😭

Kyojuro: … no! 🥴😃

in the bathroom; getting ready for bed

You: I have a headache. 🥺

Sanemi: You always have a headache.

You: Yeah, ‘cause I have you. 🤭 Ooh, burrrn, tssst. 🔥

Sanemi: 🙄

You: 😎

Sanemi: You’re the worst.

You: Says the worstest. 😉

Sanemi: Are you finished insulting me? 😒

You: Not even close. 😇

Sanemi: Well I’m finished being insulted. 🙃

You: Aww, is someone feeling… sul-ty? 🧂

Sanemi: 😃

Sanemi: Yes. 😐 Sul-tier than the sea. 😐

You: I love you! 🥰

Sanemi: I love you too.

You: Hehehe. 😌

Sanemi: Nobody actually says “hehehe”. 🤓

You: You’re stupid.

Sanemi: ???

You: Because I literally just said, hehehe. 😝

Sanemi: Go away. 😭

You: No.😁

Sanemi: Shoo. 

You: I refuse. 😁

Sanemi: 😭

You: 😁

Sanemi: You’re the worst-er-est. 😑

lying side by side on the bedroom rug; a lazy afternoon

You: We should go swimming. 🌊

Giyuu: It’s snowing outside. 🙃

You: We should go swimming! 🌊🌊

Giyuu: The nearest body of water isn’t within walking distance. 🤨

You: We should drive somewhere to go swimming! 🌊🌊🌊

Giyuu: You’ll freeze to death. 😔

You: We can bring hot rocks and heat the water first! 😁

Giyuu: Where are we getting the rocks from, and how are we getting them hot? 

You: The basement! 🤓

Giyuu: Furthermore, how will we transport rocks that are apparently hot enough to heat a body of water large enough for swimming without burning ourselves and our car? 🤔

You: With lots of love. 🥰

Giyuu: What do you actually want to do? 🙃

You: Go swimming? 🥺

Giyuu: … would you like me to prepare a bath for us? 

You: 👀

Giyuu: 👀

You: Sure! 😍 That’s a great idea. 🥳 Thanks babe! 

Giyuu: You’re so weird. 🥲

You: I looove yoouuu. 😘❤️

Giyuu: I love you too. 🥹

lounging around the living room; deciding on a movie to watch

Tengen: Fuck you. 😌

You: No, fuck you. 😒

Makio: Fuck you both. 🥴

Hina: Already have. 😎

Makio: ... you win. 🙃

Suma: Do I win too? 🥺

You: Sure. ☺️

Tengen: We’re all winners. 😃

Hina: I mean, technically, yes, but that isn’t the point. 😐

Tengen: Fuck. You. Too. 😞

Suma: I’m a winner! 🥰

You: Let’s pick something before Hina falls asleep. 🤭

Hina: Please. 😭

Makio: You always miss the middle. 😆

Hina: And then Suma wakes me up for the end with her snoring. 😴

Suma: Heyyyyy! ☹️

Tengen: I believe it was my turn to choose? 😎

You, Hina, Makio, and Suma: NO.

#hashira x reader #kamaboko #headcanons #modern au #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #zenitsu x reader #inosuke x reader #gyomei x reader #obanai x reader #tanjiro x reader #tanjirou x reader #mitsuri x reader #shinobu x reader #kyojuro x reader #sanemi x reader #tomioka x reader #tengen x reader

[deejayrockz]

PAIRING — teacher!wilbur x teacher!reader

SUMMARY — the grumpy geography teacher gets teased about his slightly obvious crush on the english teacher across the hall.

NOTES — grumpy x sunshine trope, shy!wilbur because i said so, fem!reader (use of miss when referring to reader).

EXTRAS — i am in love with this idea so badly ohmyggoodd, written at 2am so might be sloppy my bad 💔 short little drabble i had, might expand on it tomorrow

Wilbur, or Mr. Soot as his students know him, was currently in his room, sitting in the most uncomfortable teachers chair you could ever imagine. The class he currently taught were silent, as they usually were for him, heads down working on some past paper he had found for them to complete.

Wilbur has never quite understood how teachers had enough time in the day to come up with fun learning ideas for their students, but he never dwelled on it long, as he enjoyed waffling on about different countries and places. His students didn't quite enjoy it (they made that clear after multiple students had called him the 'boring teacher').

"Mr. Soot?" He heard your voice from the doorway, causing his head to lift up, looking at you with a sort of calm expression. This was rare to see on his face, as it was usually flat with the odd smile every now and again.

"I believe these are yours," You walked closer, seeing the printed papers he had sent off just a few minutes ago, in your hand, "English printers are broken, had to use the geography ones, hope I wasn't too much of a bother."

You could never be a bother. Not to him, atleast. Wilbur had decided he had simply admired your teaching skills, nothing more, nothing less.

"You weren't, thank you," He muttered. He could feel his cheeks tingle slightly as your hands brushed when he took them out of your hand and placed them on his desk.

The minute you left he heard small snickers from his students, arguably causing his face to heat up more. He sighed, which had just made the students giggle a little more. He wouldn't deny the embarrassment he felt after realising the whole class had now believed that he and the sweet, caring english teacher had something going on.

After what felt like the most painful and excruciating 10 minutes of his life, the class had finally ended, leaving him alone in his classroom for break. Well, he was alone. Until you decided that those very embarrassing 30 seconds you spoke while in his room weren't enough.

"Hey, Mr. Soot," You smiled, walking into his room and perching yourself on one of the empty desks. He sent you a smile before forcing himself to look away, paying insanely close attention to the paper he was marking.

"Hey," He replied, looking back up at you from his desk

"You seem lonely." Your legs swung back and forth as you crossed your ankles together, leaning back on your palms.

"It's nice, prefer the quiet." Will leaned back in his chair, twiddling with a pen he had in his hand.

"So, you wouldn't enjoy keeping me company during lunch and breaks?" You raised your eyebrows, tilting your head in a mocking manner. He scoffed, as if you were joking. You weren't.

"Don't you usually have students in there?"

"I do, but they wouldn't mind an extra person. Besides, I much prefer talking to someone my age than some 15 year old," You smirked, standing up from your seated position on the desk, and making your way out.

"It'll be nice for a change, I promise," You smile at him and he swears his heart skips a beat. That shouldn't be normal. Should his heart be moving so quickly? He was forced to not send himself into a deep spiral of possible medical problems he could have wrong with him, as the bell had gone off, signalling third period.

Fourth period, with a class of year sevens that had just had a geography lesson, was arguably the worst. It was lunch next, and they were all hungry, tired, and usually annoyed from their last lesson. However, today seemed a little different. They seemed almost relieved, as if their last lesson wasn't so bad.

"Hey, Miss, did you see Mr. Soot today?" One of them had asked, as you paused from writing the date on the board.

"Yeah, I saw him earlier, why?" You turned, facing the smiling eleven year olds in their seats.

"Did you see how happy he was?" Another had asked, "He was standing up, moving his hands around, he even smiled more than three times, that's a new record."

"Oh, right," You smiled, going back to teaching literature as your class kept cutting in to babble about possible theories. A new girlfriend. A baby. God, they even suspected he had a wedding coming up, but that was quickly shut down by another student, claiming (and i quote), "He wouldn't have the guts to get down on one knee."

It was rude, but you let out a small giggle anyway, as did the rest of the students. After a long lesson of gossiping about the geography teachers possible love life, with a side of english, the bell had finally rung, dismissing the students to lunch. If you told everyone you heart didn't almost explode when a certain teacher had come into your room and sat down next to you, ignoring the small side eyes he got from some year 11s eating their lunch with you, you'd be lying.

"Mr. Soot, I thought you preferred eating alone? That's what you told us when we offered you join us," A student had asked, brushing their hands on a small napkin they were forced to clean the table up with after they ate.

He simply shrugged, tugging his chair slightly closer so he fit right next to you. Your knees almost touched. It took everything in him to not give you a slight nudge on the knee, fearing he'd stretch the teacher/co-worker boundaries too far. Those fears of his, however, were soon revoked, when you had moved your leg over to slightly graze his as you sat.

"I've been told by some little birdies that you were extra chirpy third period, any reason why, Mr. Soot?" You teased, placing the empty salad tub on your desk, planning to throw it out later. His face had been tinted a small pink ever since your knees brushed and he had started to realise just how pathetic he was.

26 years of age and he was blushing over some knees touching together. God, he needs to get his act together.

"I don't know what you're talking about," He muttered, smiling when he heard you laugh. Atleast you found him funny.

"Sure, Will, sure," You smirked, standing up and ruffling his hair as you walked past, presumably to go fill up your water bottle in the hall.

He didn't usually enjoy being called Will by co-workers. It always felt too personal. He had never fully had a bond close enough with one of his coworkers where he liked being called Will, but it felt different coming from you. The way it slipped off your tongue so easily would make anyone believe you had been friends for a while. A while as in two maybe three years, not two maybe three hours.

He had known of you, especially when you first joined around a year and a half ago, with all the students gushing about how patient you were with them, but he had never really bothered to get close enough to have a full conversation with you.

"Sir, are you and Miss dating?" A different student had asked, causing small giggles to arise from the few girls sitting around her.

"Uhm," He pursed his lips, feeling insanely awkward, "No, definitely not."

"Awh, I was starting to think we had something," You pretended to frown, patting his shoulder as you came back into the classroom. You were obviously teasing, but it still didn't fail to make his cheeks heat up a tad bit more.

"Shut up," He smirked, looking back down at the papers as the girls had laughed. The blush that coated his cheeks was most definitely noticeable, as you poked at a dimple he had on the left side, causing him to swat away your hand with a roll of his eyes.

Maybe some company during lunches wouldn't be so bad after all.

#wilbur soot #wilbursoot #professor wilbur #lovejoy #teacher wilbur soot #grumpy wilbur #grumpy x sunshine #wilbur x reader #wilbur x you #wilbur soot fluff #wilburfromlvjy #ccwilbur #fluff #trope

[yurislotusgarden]

Hiii lotuss!!<3 i love ur works they are so cute it makes my empty heart fill up w joy 💔💔

Can i request prompt 6 w chu, dazai and sigma w fem reader? If thats okay ofc!<3

Btw remember to take breaks and eat, drink and sleep well! :D

-💞 anon

ʚїɞ Separately! Dazai Osamu, Nakahara Chuuya and Sigma x Gn!Reader

ʚїɞ Keep in mind English is not my first language, so you may find mistakes!

ʚїɞ The event

ʚїɞ word count: 1k

ʚїɞ Tw’s: None! Just pure fluff, pet names are used, reader’s gender is not specified in any way

ʚїɞ Hi 💞 anon! Thank you for the words, nice to know someone enjoys my works like that <3

Sun rays fell into the warm room, a comfortable silence and atmosphere, a feeling it would be a good day the moment you woke up.

You would call it a perfect Saturday for a day out, and getting up early to start to start your day while the sun has been up for not too long, and you would do so if it wasn't for a specific brown-haired koala clinging to your waist from behind. Really, was it too much to wish for him to be asleep when you wake up? Getting out of his grip is certainly easier when he's asleep than when he's fully conscious.

"Where do you think you're going, Bella?" But truth be told, his morning voice may make up for the inconvenience if you were to not lie to yourself. "It's too early!~" 

And here comes the quiet whining from the other adult.

"We both have work, Samu. We need to be at the agency in less than an hour so-"

"So it's plenty of time to stay in bed and cuddle with me!"

"I would rather be on time so that Kunikida doesn’t scold us for being late."

"He will scold us for something anyway. What's the difference?"

“I-”

You didn't have an answer to that one. To be fair, that's not exactly a lie, that Man can find any reason to scold a person.

“Cat got your tongue?”

“...”

“Who am I asking? Of course, you don't have an answer when all I'm saying is the truth!~”

You love seeing Dazai happy, don't get it wrong, but this was one of the times when you just wanted to punch that grin off his face-

“Honey.”

“Hmm?” He really thought he won if his face was anything to go by.

“*I love you but we need to get up*”

A displeased groan came from the man and you had thought you won when-

“No.”

“What do you mean ‘no’?”

“I mean no, you wanna hear it in French? ✨Non✨”

You're so done with this man, and you still had to deal with Kunikida’s scolding later.

4 hours.

4 hours is the amount of extra time spent in bed by you, wanting to just stay in bed with your boyfriend as he had a whole day off for once. While it was lovely to have more time with Chuuya than usual, it was already 2 p.m. by that point, way past the time when you should’ve gotten up.

“Chu?”

The question was asked in a quiet voice, in case he fell asleep again since the last time the both of you uttered a word.

A hum was a response enough for you to know he’s at least conscious enough to have some sort of a conversation with him. Gently running your nails through his hair, you quietly asked “Don’t you think it’s time to get up?”

A quiet groan came from the man. 

“Nuh-uh”

“Honey.”

“Nooo…” His voice showed just how close to sleeping he was before you spoke up.

“We need to get up-”

“I refuse the offer, now go back to sleep.” But now he seems fully awake? Motherfucker.

“It wasn’t an offer- and it’s 2 p.m.”

Is it even worth trying to argue?

“Do I look like I care about the hour, love?”

“Chuuya!”

“Not changing my mind.”

No, absolutely not.

“I will change your damn mind when I-”

Soft lips were planted on yours for a few seconds to shut you up before pulling away. The ginger head raised his head to kiss you just to shut you up.

“Shush and don’t try to get up, we both know you won’t manage that if I don’t let you.”

But you will always try to argue anyway.

“Fuck you.”

“Gladly.”

He will never get bored of that blossom hue appearing on your cheeks. Never.

Sleeping in the middle of a million blankets may have not been the best idea.

Sigma has been overworking for the past 2 weeks as per usual and you decided that he needs a good rest, resulting in wrapping you both up in any blanket you found lying around. It was comfortable as hell, yeah, but the bi-colored-haired man had been asked to come down to the Casino for something and yet still didn't get up. Is it really your boyfriend or is it some imposter because you thought you would never see him ignoring anything related to his Casino.

You decided to speak as yet another message went unanswered. “Cotton?”

A sleepy murmur of “Yeah?” made it clear he was listening.

“You need to get up.”

“But I don’t wanna.”

A sigh came from you, and another buzz from his phone could be heard. You were pretty sure that by now around 60 different messages could be seen on the screen unanswered. Of course, that was the number of messages that came after he read the first one asking for him in the first place.

“Sigma.”

One word, and yet his head shot up from the pillow right away. You don’t use his name often, especially in that tone. “Did I do something?”

“Sigma.”

“What?” He was genuinely confused, was he that tired that he didn’t even realize what that message earlier really said?

“Cotton-” You were hoping to calm him down by not using his name anymore. “Listen, I love you, but we, especially you, need to get up.”

“Why?”

“Look at your phone.”

“Okay?”

Let’s just say that the moment his brain processed the 80 messages on his phone, he got out of bed with, what you would say was his record speed, literally speedrunned getting ready you had to help him with his hair and tie because this man would go out in bed hair and very badly tied tie and you managed to get him to take a snack with him since he didn’t eat anything yet.

Some of his workers found out it was you who got him out of bed and thanked you.

You did not answer Sigma’s question when he asked where you got all the sweets from later that night.

Notes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated

#bsd x reader #bsd x gender neutral reader #bsd x y/n #bsd x you #bsd #x reader #dazai x reader #chuuya x reader #chuuya x y/n #chuuya x you #dazai x you #dazai x y/n #gender neautral reader #sigma x reader #sigma x you #sigma x y/n

[leggerefiore]

Can I request how submas, piers and other celebrities would react to the whole mob wife fashion trend? How would they react to fans dressing up as their "girlfriend" or what not?

guessing this is like more of a weird cosplay thing than like what I did for villains. also an s/o there since. x reader blog and all lol.

also first time writing piers so it may suck💔

cw: light jealousy? kinda sorta

characters: Ingo, Emmet, Piers, Elesa

▲Ingo▼

● The second he sees something related to a fan dressing in a “train wife aesthetic”, whether it be from Elesa showing him a post she saw online or in person somewhere in the Gear Station, he instantly is distressed by it. Why? He had heard of people wanting to buy his and Emmet's coats and hats, but that made sense with them being local celebrities in Nimbasa. Their choices confused him further. Something about the focus on sweaters alongside a strange fascination with the colours black, purple, and white left him baffled. It almost felt like they were taking from his casual outfits, almost.

● He supposes he does not mind, though. It was nothing too out of the ordinary. He had witnessed people dressing up as him and his brother, so this felt like some other odd things his fans did. As long as none of them were actually claiming to be his partner, he decided this was nothing that he needed to address. Ingo would just wait this out, assuming that people would eventually get bored and move on after a little while.

● Though, if his actual partner was upset by this, he might feel less happy with it. Especially if there were a few outliers of the mean daring to claim that they were in a relationship with him. Ingo would hate for people to cause distress in you and would likely ask that people please stop pretending to be his partner since he is already in a relationship. Whether that would actually do anything is anyone's guess, though. He would definitely beg his partner not to try to fight the weird fans online, too. That was the last thing he would need.

● Ultimately, Ingo just hopes it will pass quickly as an odd but notable trend among his fans. The inspiration from his own clothing choices into theirs makes him a bit curious as to what they would think he would prefer his partner wear, however. Truthfully, he has no real preference. He is happy to let his partner wear whatever they please and enjoys how they express themselves with it.

▽Emmet△

○ Elesa absolutely has to show him it because he lives blissfully unaware of most things. He feels confused upon seeing this “train wife aesthetic” video, with a woman choosing to wear clothing themed among cutesy styles and bright colours. His expression is vacant, with his usual smile still on his lips. This made little sense to him. Were they dressing in styles they thought he would like? He asked Elesa, and she explained to him that it was related to some greater style thing happening in online fashion. Apparently, dressing up like your favourite celebrity trainer's partner was big. He just nodded.

○ He still does not understand for the most part. It was strange to him but ultimately harmless. People dressed up like him and Ingo often enough for him to just shrug it off. The only thing that may upset him was if one of these fans actually claimed to be his partner. That boundary was one thing that he would prefer not to be crossed. He just decided to go back to being unaware and figured it would go away, like most trends do.

○ If it was upsetting his partner, however, Elesa may need to take his phone before he makes a fool of himself. Even more so if it were someone claiming they were his partner online. He hates seeing his darling upset and does not want to allow anything that distresses them to continue! Emmet simply wants to make you happy. Elesa would help his draft a post to explain why people pretending to be his partner online makes him uncomfortable and how he wishes they would stop out of respect for him and his real partner. She had to stop him from threatening to send Joltiks after people doing it since he was so emotionally charged from it.

○ In the end, Emmet does not really like or dislike it, but he does prefer to pretend to know nothing about it. His curiosity about what led to the fashion choices that his fans all seemed to agree upon was his only real thought he gave it. Everything seemed so bright and cutely themed that he did not get it. He knew what he preferred his partner to wear, and it certainly was not anything someone could post online to normal social media sites. He just shrugs again. It was not the first time his fans had misread him, after all.

🎤Piers🌑

✖️ The singer sees it randomly while scrolling social media on his phone and cocks a brow up at it. “Punk Singer's GF Style”? He wants to assume it is someone else, but clearly there are too many elements in the various styles that call back to him. Hot pink, leather, and black and white stripes all dead giveaways. It did not feel anything far away from his recollection of fans making their own homemade dark-type gym uniforms before he started selling them at his concerts. He looks a little more into it and discovers its relation to a bigger trend with dressing like a celebrity trainer's partner. He scoffed at the “Gym Leader-Influencer's GF Fits” he saw.

✖️ He knows better than to acknowledge these things. No need to pour diesel on this when it would be easier to let it pass on its own. Fans do weird things – Piers is more than aware of this. He does feel a bit perturbed by a few audacious ones claiming they were his real partner, but even then, he knew it was better to just ignore it. They wanted attention and nothing more. Better to not feed it.

✖️ If his partner expressed discomfort at the trend, he would be inclined to agree. Especially if it were about the ones claiming to be with him. Piers did not want to force a public relationship with him on you, but if you wanted to do that to try to stop weirdos online, he would be down. 'Course, he is not forcing anyone to do anything. Even if you were clearly uncomfortable by it, he knows better than to bring attention to something. He assures you it will go away, and instead wants to channel your upset into something else. Help him write a song or something. Leave an impact on him in a way others only wish they could.

✖️ Piers does not really like it, ultimately, but he is more than aware of how the internet works. Though, he does find their choices in clothes most fascinating. Seriously? It almost feels strange seeing them in clothing similar to his own or, weirder, one he saw in a dress like Marnie's own. That one made him uncomfortable enough to block them. He does not really dictate what his partner wears at all. That is not his style. Not to say he would not prefer them to have similar tastes to his own, but he would not force that on them.

⚡️Elesa🌟

⭐️ The black-haired woman felt a bit intrigued when she sees something like “Model Gym Leader's GF Chic” on her feed. She enjoys fashion, after all. It was a bit strange seeing people dressing how they thought her partner would, however. All of it seemed yellow or blue and based around some of her previous looks or pokemon. Did they think she wanted to dress up a lover in some of her clothes? Well, maybe a little bit, but casually? Day to day? Not really. Though, she did hate how much she really enjoyed a lot of the styles. It was nice seeing inspiration taken from some of how styles and applied out on others.

⭐️ She would never speak about it openly, fully aware it would just bring more attention to it, but her inner circle and private account followers get to see her favourite styles taken out from the trend. Elesa does not really mind it, finding it mostly to be people online having fun, but she really does not like anyone trying to claim to actually be her partner. That is a boundary she does not like to have overstepped. Of course, she bites her tongue back on saying anything. Like most fads, it will pass and something new will replace it. She will just enjoy the lovely outfits that come out of it for now.

⭐️ Though, her partner expressing distress over it would make her a little less excited about it. Elesa gets what it is for the most part personally, but to you, it must have seemed like people wanting to be with her. Well, there were a lot of those, too. She would try to explain how she views it and hope it calms you down from your emotional high. Your feelings are perfectly understandable, too, of course. Especially if it is about the people claiming to be her partner online. Her best advice is to ignore it and let it fade, giving those people attention is the last thing to do. She is more than happy to remind you that you are who she loves in order to distract you both from it.

⭐️ In the end, Elesa does not mind a majority of the trend and even really likes certain aspects of it. She does, however, find it strange that they think she would like her partner to wear clothing really similar to her own. The model would not oppose that, no, but she really likes to see how they could express themselves individually from her. Their own style tells her a lot about their personality. That is what she loves to see more than anything else.

#pokemon x reader #ingo x reader #emmet x reader #piers x reader #elesa x reader #pokemon/reader #pokemon piers x reader #pokemon elesa x reader #pokemon ingo x reader #pokemon emmet x reader #ingo/reader #emmet/reader #piers/reader #elesa/reader

[barrel-of-screaming-aloe-vera]

I've only just started ep3 but dickie is just...not dickie. in the 1999 one you totally get why everyone gets swept up by him, why tom does. in the 2024 one he is So boring so far. the age-up doesn't help, but I think it'd still have been possible to have an older dickie that oozes charm and life. why anyone would want to spend time with this one, or be this one, is beyond me.

on the whole so far the whole thing feels very...student project?

part of me does think what's the point of filming in italy without the colour. and then if you're doing it black and white, what's the point if you're going to keep the camera quality so crisp. it all looks like a digital photo with a digital filter, and the balance leaning too white. if you want it noir, make it noir; but they haven't!

I hate to say it but none of the acting is hitting either. and the directing/acting feels very stage play, which is fine I guess? but feels very stunted. and like I'm watching people film something. hit their marks, say a line, walk off, walk across frame, get their cue. rather than feeling like I'm inside a story.

I'm willing to keep watching and hopefully be swayed a little. but sadly it's really disappointing me so far :/

I TOTALLY AGREE WITH YOU!! i really don't like the age-up, and you're so right about dickie feeling less charming and more reserved (i miss jude law 💔💔💔). in fact, most of the characters feel way more reserved. IT'S AN INTENSE STORY!!!! THEY'RE ALL HAVING INTENSE EMOTIONS!!!!

i ESPECIALLY need that big emotion to make up for the lack or color. it just feels so flat. im sure the duller acting was a director choice rather than the actors themselves falling short.

i didn't feel connected to the story at all like i did with both the book and the 1999 minghella adaptation. i really think it had potential with how faithful it was to the book, i just need MORE. more action, color, emotion, etc!!

#ripley #mr. ripley #tom ripley #the talented mr. ripley #the talented mr ripley #ripley 2024 #ripley netflix

[iwaasfairy]

fairy omg i had a wet dream and it was abt atsuko’s mom going to pick him up from uni so they can prepare for toru’s bday n one of his profs starts flirting w her knowing shes a single mom n atsu just fucks her in the car 💔 im getting all worked up again 💔

i have things to do and places to be so tell me why he always gets me writing >_>

tw incest, public, choking, lowkey size kink, jealousy, ko is ko...

pairing. oikawa atsuko x reader

You can feel the eyes boring into you from across the fancy courtyard, where the group of young adults stands perched in the shade of the birches that line the walkway. Unwavering, and burning into your skin even from plenty far away. You nervously twiddle the car keys between your fingers and hum, laughing gently when the man before you does too. “I try not to go easy on any of my students, so we’re all very happily impressed. We have many varsity players who scoot by on less than admirable grades, so to see one rise to the challenge…”

“Thank you so much,” you softly nod again, and curl your toes in your shoes with how the eyes tingle along your skin. “I’m very proud of him. I really hope he keeps it up.”

“I imagine he will.”

“He really wanted this, so I- I couldn’t be happier of course,” you agree, tucking some hair behind your ear. Can’t help it under all the warm attention aimed at you. “Even if I do worry from time to time. He’s pretty bull-headed when he has something he’s after. I appreciate you offering your guidance, Professor.”

The man before you, dark, swept back hair, a little bit of stubble, and thinly rimmed round glasses that hide pretty, steely colored eyes isn’t a bad guy. From what you can tell of him from talking for the last ten minutes or so, he’s genuine enough about teaching to be a great example— and doesn’t mince his words. In any other context you’d find him charming. In any other context you’d probably warm a little at the way he stares at you like you’re the prize in a bucket of diamonds. “Oh, I barely need to do anything at all. You clearly raised him well,” the professor says, and nudges his glasses up on his tall nose with a knuckle, smiling with enough charm to make your blood sweeten.

But with your flattered dismissal, you cast a quick glance to the group under the trees again; and long to swallow your tongue. There’s only one like your son; taller than most, sun kissed skin and fluffy, chestnut hair making him look like a vision of his dad. One that looks green with jealousy, arms wrapped tightly over his chest as the dappled light creates patterns on his skin, jaw set tight, eyes narrowed. Some of his friends look over their shoulders to wave at you with gleaming smiles, and laugh, and then give each other smacks to the back of the head. Laughing at the idea of setting him off a little more, a friendly banter among most.

But not your boy. No, he stands with his chest halfway to the group, but his attention entirely on you. You can feel the heat rise a little higher on your cheeks and ears. A moment passes, then you’re back to blinking up at the well-meaning professor, who repositions his satchel before clearing his voice. “This might be a bit inappropriate or clumsy, I haven’t really done this since my divorce,” he starts, and fishes out his phone from his jacket pocket, “but I find you an immensely interesting woman. Would you like to meet for coffee some time? Or dinner?” He’s bold, incredibly so for just asking it in the middle of campus— but the guy most likely isn’t aware of the eagle-like thousand yard stare of your son.

You distinctly are.

Atsuko doesn’t hesitate a second longer before he yanks his headphones out and he’s setting off in a jog towards you. You can see him force his expression into a mean-edged smile that doesn’t go past his cheeks. And you fumble, halfway between taking the phone offered your way and staring past him with an expression that must make you look a tad crazy. You can’t help but freeze up when your bear of a son basically barrels into you to stand side to side and swings one long arm over your shoulders. “Hey,” he breathes, and dips to kiss you on the lips, something you have just enough sense to pull away from within a reasonable, if not very familiar, split second.

His sharp eyes seem to glint, before he turns to his, by all means, superior. “Professor.” The short, clipped tone doesn’t escape any of you. He barely says the word like a warning growl, before leaning into you. “Sorry for calling you so late, Eiji’s not on campus today and I didn’t want to walk home. But if I’d have known that you’d go on to attract every boy’s attention within a five mile radius, I might’ve thought twice.” Though there’s a playful lilt to his voice, you can’t help but notice that he bites his bottom lip a bit too hard, and glares under his lashes at the poor man before you.

Who can read the situation enough to slowly put his phone back into his pocket, smiling first at your boy, and then at you. “You’ll have to forgive that rowdy bunch, it’s just the way this goes. Your mom’s a beautiful woman.”

“I’m fully aware,” Atsuko basically hisses back, now no longer bothering to hide the venom in his tone as he stares the older man down. “I have my own functional eyes. I don’t need anyone telling me about my mother.” He’s always had an issue keeping his mouthy side down, but most of all to older men. Men who think they’re suited to your interest— and don’t know he’d bite and bark at anyone who gets too close. You found it sort of cute when he was still small, how he’d bristle and posture up like an animal on guard. But back then it was only the insecurity of not measuring up. Now it’s dripping with a perverse sort of belonging, obvious and demanding. And if he doesn’t pipe down soon he’ll blow any and all semblance of normality you still have left.

You grab his hand and squeeze his fingers, and force his attention back on you. If only for a split second to check your movements. “Well, your Professor and I will finish praising you some other time. It was so nice seeing you again,” you turn to the handsome, well-off man before you to give him a genuinely thankful smile, “I completely lost track of time as we were talking, and forgot we have to get home before company arrives. If you’ll excuse us.”

“Oh, of course,” he says, but those steely eyes flick between the both of you with a sort of calculation that makes your hair stand on end. “See you, Mrs. Oikawa.”

You’re out of these before Atsuko can so much as open his mouth again, and glare at the floor when the pull of your hand stops you just as fast. He looks like he’s burning inside, head flushed an obnoxious color and jaw more angular as he grits his teeth. But you’re not in the mood to back down and glare back at him just as much, and pull his fingers. “Walk. Now. I’m mad at you right now.” You’re still too in the open to cause a scene, he must know that too—

But as he agrees to walk away from the sprawling buildings and any curious eyes, he’s quick to get up in your space and places his free hand around your neck. He makes your breathing hitch as he squeezes just the slightest bit, but strokes the soft skin under his fingers. And leans until he’s almost forehead to forehead with you, walking you back towards the cars. “If you’re mad, you have no idea what I am right now.” You grab at his wrist to hang on; as the fire sparking to life just seconds before is snuffed out just as quickly. “Do you know how much I hate seeing people talk about you? Let alone to you?”

“Atsu— we’re in public,” you whisper back, nudging at his wrist. You can’t fight fire with fire, and look around the emptier area with a burning face. “Let’s talk about this at home.”

“So I can calm down and pretend not to care that everyone around is drooling all over what’s mine?” His chest is heaving with deep breaths, as he leans in more to kiss between your brows, then to your lips once, twice, three times. “But I do care.”

You fist your free hand into his shirt, over his drumming hand and he drops his to support your back and pull you closer at once. A late student only casts a swift glance at the two of you, causing you to hide your face into his chest entirely. And he groans at the press of your body against him, daring to grab a handful of ass. You should see it coming— you certainly know him well enough by now to expect it. But it still makes a shiver when his voice goes all low and demanding.

“Let me fuck you. Let me bounce you on my cock, mom, I wanna see it.” He’s quick to lift up your chin to meet his gaze when he lifts you by your butt to grind his hips into you, and lets out a low groan. “Nothing makes me harder than getting to let people know that my momma’s pussy is all fuckin’ mine.” And kisses down your cheek to your ear, breathing in your scent when you let out a little whimper and cling tighter. “‘S like you do it on purpose sometimes.”

#tw.incest #tw.choking #tw.dubcon #💫oc.atsuko #🍯honey.pot #oikawa atsuko #haikyuu smut #honey mail

[yoa-artblog]

The Shiki Cats Post TM

28.05.23 Show

I had the chance to see Cats in Nagoya last month and I still can´t believe it! I was also able to meet an internet friend who also loves the show and it was overall such a nice experience <3

Some pics are blurry but I was shaking haha, shiki was one of my most wanted to see shows, the photos I had seen were always so colorful and looked like so much fun! It did not dissapoint, tough it was very different to the 98 movie (the version I'm the most familiar with) and the past Intl. Tour (The only other version I've seen live) so I was furiously writting notes on things that stood out to me soon after the show.

• Tantomile (she looks like Cassandra) is the first cat you see on stage.

• They do the trapeze bit for jellicle songs for jellicle cats!!!!

• Munk was 😳😳😳 very good voice, super cute with the babies.

• They have both Syllabub and Jemima, Silly is the kitten, the one that helps Griz out, Jemima is a young adult cat.

• The gumbie trio were Tantomile, Jellylorum and Jemima.

• The beetles had wings they could move around as part of the choreo.

• Tugger has one yellow, spotted leg and it makes him look like he's wearing those pants with only one leg??? Very slutty, we love that for him.

• Munk sings the terrible bore line.

• Jellylorum sings the curious beast line.

• Grizabella still has the old cat design, we love to see it.

• Jerrie and Teazer don't do the cartwheels 💔💔💔💔💔

• Teazer is the cutest thing ever though, she was so fun!! I couldn't stop looking at her the whole time, she's already one of my faves but she is PERFECT in shiki.

• There was a little bit where Teazer and Tanto were cuddling behind Old Deut and Teazer kept pawing at her for attention and I melted.

• Pekes and Pollicles is still Munk's number through and thorough. The dog costumes were very cute and there were many different versions and "materials".

• The Rumpus Cat suit has muscle padding?????

• Shiki said Bombastrap rights and I owe them my life. You could see them cuddling on the bg at various points through the show.

• Pass de deux is performed by Tumblebrutus and Cassandra. (Cori and Tanto designs).

• No orgy???? They do dance in pairs but there's no """cuddle""" pile.

• Overall less horny and more playful.

• Tuxedo Mask Macavity my beloved!!!!! I think that's a very fun design for Mac asldjclsjfjskd but the threatening factor is negative, he just looks very fluffy and cute.

• Mac's fur texture and length is very similar to Old Deut's so that's nice!! Loving the family resemblance.

• They do Growltiger!!! I loved seeing the boys in their little pirate costumes 🥺💖🥺💖🥺

• They choreographed the sword fight so the clanks would match the music and it was SO COOL.

• Jelly had such a nice voice.

• SKIMBLESHANKS THE RAILWAY CAT THE CAT OF THE RAILWAY TRAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

• Skimble has a little hat and my friend was telling me they change it for every city to match the uniform of the train conductors in that city. HOW CUTE IS THAT!!!!! 🥺🥺🥺🥺

• The girls are the passengers while the boys are the seats during the play pretend bit asdfkgjslnf

• The fake train has a window so you can see Munk is playing the conductor 🥺🥺🥺

• They also used a teapot as the chimney and it makes teapot sounds, I just loved everything about this number okay!!!!!

• The Macavity fight is a little weird because he doesn't take Munk 1v1 but rather is everyone against Mac from the beginning.

• I really wanted to see this specific Munk fight because of... reasons, so that's a bummer 😞

• Demeter has a deeper voice than what I usually hear for her, I really liked it.

• They let toms join the Macavity number!!!!!!! I was tunnel visioning into Munk but I'm pretty sure Alonzo and Tumble were there too.

• Misto comes down the rope!!!!!!!

• He does a lot more magic tricks, including making things and other cats fly.

• You can hear thunder crackling when he manipulates light, that was a very cool detail.

• Misto and Tugger have a lot of shared choreography, they do several different BFF handshakes 🥺

• Victoria is Misto's assistant for the big trick.

• Sillabub is the one who touches Grizabella first.

• UFO Griz

• They did this very cute thing after final bows where they kept coming to the stage as long as people were still clapping. They went and came back to the stage again at least 7 times until the theater turned up the lights 😹

#cats #cats the musical #cats 1998 #cats the movie #shiki cats

[hopeswriting]

set in the same verse as When does a Saint Become a Monster? as a sequel memories time-travel fix-it fic. i did a poll not too long about which pov i should go for and who should be the ones to keep their memories should i write such a fic, and @d-lissa proposed that everyone remembers except reborn from reborn's pov. if i ever actually commit to write this fic i don't think i'll actually go for this combination (sorry missi 💔), but i love it so much i just had to write something for it. so yeah, enjoy!

Nana Sawada's overjoyed at finding his flyer in her mailbox. She puts it safely in her pocket, and both she and him wait excitedly for Tsunayoshi to come back from school as she goes on about her day.

He comes back early, too early for him to not be skipping school again, but Nana waits for the school to call her before going to his room. Reborn follows after her, still concealing his presence, and swiftly slips inside Tsunayoshi's room unnoticed as soon as Nana cracks the door open.

"Don't barge into my room!" Tsunayoshi shouts, sitting from where he was lying on the floor, reading a manga.

"You can live your entire life bored like you are right now," Nana smoothly continues chiding him, "or live it happily. I want you to live feeling 'It's great to be alive!'."

Reborn listens with one ear as the conversation leads to Nana bringing him up, taking Tsunayoshi in. Of course, he's seen him before, has been watching him these past couple of weeks, but never from that close before.

Even from that close, not only there's nothing noteworthy about Tsunayoshi Sawada, but he's obviously lacking in many ways and to non-negligible extents too. He hasn't any potential to speak of either, not any Reborn has noticed yet anyway, but that's fine. Makes it even easier in a way, being free to build him from the ground up without any insufficient and inadequate preexisting foundations to get in his way.

Potential's never had anything to do with Reborn's flawless rate of success anyway, whether its presence or lack thereof. He got offered a job he decided to accept, and he doesn't plan to be anything less than perfect at it.

"I refuse to have a tutor, OK!" Tsunayoshi snaps at his mother again, now standing. "I'm not good at anything I do anyways!"

Reborn smirks. There goes his cue.

He comes out of his hiding spot, his suitcase in hand, standing in the middle of the room between Tsunayoshi and Nana. "Ciaossu," he greets them. "I arrived three hours early, but as a service, I'll evaluate you now."

Tsunayoshi goes stone-still, not even breathing anymore from the look of it. He doesn't dare to blink either, his eyes intent on him.

From the look in his eyes, he's as confused by his reaction as Reborn is. It isn't among the ones Reborn predicted from him.

"Hey... whose kid are you?" Nana asks, concern in her voice.

Reborn keeps his eyes on Tsunayoshi, watching him right back just as intently. "I'm Reborn," he starts slowly, boring his eyes into him, unwilling to miss even the slightest twitch of any of his muscles that might be a clue as to what he missed, "the home tutor."

Tsunayoshi gasps, something so soft Reborn doesn't even hear it, only sees his mouth part open. Something broken too from the way his chest rise and fall in a stutter.

His eyes go wide and become empty, looking at him but seeing right through him. Unseeing of everything in his sight altogether, yet looking at whatever his mind's showing him right now.

It's the same look that sometimes takes over Lal and Colonnello. The brief and merciful ones where they can remain frozen through it, their mind disconnecting from the present reality and trapping them in one of their own making.

But nothing about what he learned about Tsunayoshi hinted at this being something he goes through too, and he's learned everything there is to know about him. He thought he did. Did do so, because Reborn's nothing but thorough.

And what would have even triggered him? Him?

"Tsuna?" Nana calls out worriedly, stepping forwards.

It takes only a couple of seconds before Tsunayoshi snaps back to himself. Blinks back to himself, in fact, gasping, much louder and harsher than before, a desperate sound to it.

They catch each other's eye again, have never stopped looking at each other, but now Tsunayoshi sees him again too, a full-body flinch makes him stumble back.

He falls on his knees, whimpering, the tears in his eyes spilling out down his cheeks. He heaves, doubling over, but nothing comes out of his mouth as he slaps his hand against it. He lowers it to his chest, clutching at it and wrapping his other arm around his stomach tightly, as if… as if nursing a wound or trying to keep pain at bay, there’s no doubt about it.

He gasps for breath fast and hard, struggling to find it, and the strangled sobs he can't quite hold back only make it harder. Only make him curl over himself more as they tear through him, his hair falling in front of his eyes and hiding his face from sight.

"Tsuna!" Nana shouts, but Reborn stretches his arm to the side before she can rush to him.

"Wait."

"Don't."

Nana pauses, stunned at the order that echoes Reborn's own.

Reborn lets it hang in the air, deciding on what to make of it, the corners of his lips twitching up.

Tsunayoshi doesn't look any less... like he's unraveling than before, still gasping for breath and crying, yet there's no doubt he was the one to speak. There's no doubt it was an order too despite the tears strangled in his throat, as well as a warning.

If Reborn was a lesser man he'd second-guess himself about it, but he isn't.

A warning against what though? Speaking to his mother in that manner? Giving orders around like he owns the place? Meddling in a situation he has no business stepping in?

Reborn isn't so sure about the last one when he seems to be the cause of it to begin with.

Tsunayoshi blindly reaches out with a shaking hand. "Mom…" He sounds like the whine of a wounded animal, snapping Nana out of her stupor.

She's on her knees at his side in a blink, her hand in his, her other arm wrapped around him and holding him tight against her. "I'm here, Tsu-kun, I'm right here. What is it, what do you need? What can Mama help you with?"

Tsunayoshi holds onto her hand tightly like he has no intention of ever letting go of it again, his knuckles white and his nails digging into her skin. He doesn't answer her, but her soft voice and comforting words ease his breathing to a steady one and slow down the flow of his tears down his cheek.

He eventually straightens himself, catching his eye again. A long beat of silence passes as they look at each other.

Tsunayoshi's eyes gleam with tears again, but he doesn't let them fall. It looks like a struggle not to, the features of his face twisted in... not quite pain. And amidst the conflict on his face, there's warmth and fondness, happiness too, even, at his sight.

Maybe even..., but Reborn's too good to not second-guess himself on this one, instead reserving his judgment for later once he'd have had more time to observe.

Something that could be a smile curls up Tsunayoshi's lips. Something that would have been a smile too, perhaps, in different circumstances. "Reborn."

Reborn blinks slowly, can't help it.

It was strangely imploring, the sound of his name in his mouth. Yet at the same time, it was strangely accusing too.

In any case, he said it with recognition, with familiarity.

Did Iemitsu already speak to him about the mafia? No, there's not a chance he did.

Then, did someone manage to slip past Iemitsu's watch and bring the mafia to him before Reborn could? Unlikely, to say the least, yet…

"You know me?" Reborn asks.

Tsunayoshi laughs. It sounds pained, something a little more than a breath that leaves his throat raw in its wake, and he brings his hand to his mouth to cut it short. He squeezes his eyes shut, squeezing his mother's hand even tighter than before, and takes a slow and deep breath.

It seems to help him put himself back together. He stands, drying his eyes, Nana standing with him, and gently lets go of her hand, stepping away from her hold. He faces him, standing straight, shoulders squared but relaxed, looking at him straight in the eye.

Staring him down.

Reborn almost barks out a laugh, but restrains himself to a wide smirk that's all teeth.

Is he staring him down now? Staring him down? No-Good Tsuna?

Oh, how long has it been since Reborn felt so excitedly curious? He doesn't know what's going on, can't even begin to guess at it, but he has every intention to find out sooner than later.

Later though. For now, all he knows is that the boy in front of him looks nothing like the boy he watched these last couple of weeks, or the pitiful, weak and breaking down boy on his knees from only a couple of seconds ago.

All he knows is that a boy—a civilian stands in front of him like they're equals even as he clearly knows better than to be fooled by his appearance, a calm, confident resolve in his eyes and no hint of fear to be seen anywhere.

Reborn steps forwards. "Do you know me?" he asks lightly, easing up his smirk into a slight curl of his lips upwards and waiting to see if Tsunayoshi will see through his threat anyway.

He looks like he does, yet only a smile that doesn't reach his eyes graces his lips. "Reborn." His voice is soft, but cold. Full of recognition and familiarity still, but full of distance too in the way he doesn't let it shake him. "Leave. Or I'll make you."

#katekyo hitman reborn #khr #khr fanfic #khr reborn #sawada tsunayoshi #wip khr #wdasbam wip #hope's writing #mine

[tacky-jack-with-a-hat]

California 🎃 💔 ☠️

🎃 Halloween costume:

His usual clothes except his shirt is

💔 Breakups

•California is neurodiverse with high rejection sensitivity

When dumped:

•Even if the relationship was short (3 days or less) he'll still mourn it weeks after both due to inexperience, rushing into relationships and valuing gestures more than stability.

• Cali in his first relationship he didn't actually care who his partner was, he was just excited to woo them with Hollywood gestures (fancy restaurants, jewelry and personal gifts, romantic getaways). His partner loved this at first but slowly became more exhausted and requested staying in instead of going through another of Cali's carefully thought out date nights. California misunderstood this entirely.

Freaking out that his partner had gotten bored of him (or saw him as unattractive), Cali began increasing the big romantic gestures with the assumption they'd get their happily ever after. His partner actually felt smothered with the final straw being when Cali suddenly suggested they move in with him without actually asking his partner if that's what they wanted.

Cali didn't give up and still tried to impress his now ex with extravagant gifts and public declarations of love which only gave his partner second hand embarrassment. Cali stopped after his ex got a new boyfriend. After months of silence Cali began working on his perception of relationships and decreased the quantity of gestures in future relationships, but this didn't fix his main issue of comparing real life to Hollywood and not getting to know his partners first.

•This leads to his partners usually ghosting him when he gets too clingy.

•His worst relationship according to the other states was this guy who clearly didn't like Cali and used him for clout and the gifts. They were completely obnoxious and demanding to the point even Florida wad concerned but Cali kept insisting he was fine. The turning point was when the states found out he was deleting birthday messages on California's phone without him knowing to make it look like only they remembered California's birthday. They confronted Cali who didn't believe them, thinking the other states were playing a cruel joke on him and were trying to stomp on anything that makes Cali happy.

The states had a vote to determine how to split them up. Eventually, asking Gov to look into this guy's past and blackmail them. Gov was reluctant at first but during a night at the statehouse he saw just how miserable and paranoid California had become.

To California's knowledge, that guy was just one of many partners who ghosted him... To the states it's both the cruelest and kindest thing they've ever done to Cali.

California never questioned why the States were so kind to him after that breakup.

When dumping his partners:

•He prides himself that he's never broken up with anyone- as most of the states pointed out it's not a good thing given his terrible standards.

☠️ Random hc (tw eating disorders)

•California preaches veganism and healthy eating, however he secretly binge eats when states aren't looking. This is followed by an extreme amount of guilt and purging.

•This also coincides with his break ups as he assumes that all his partners eventually get bored of him and subsequently thinks he needs to be skinnier to make up for it. This is also what made Gov change his mind on the State's breakup plan.

•Florida was the first person to discover this. When he was staying with Cali, Florida would go to the kitchen for a midnight snack. He kept finding Cali eating from a secret stash of junk food and (not fully understanding the severity of the situation) Florida teases Cali for being a hypocrite. This made California feel worse and he stopped eating for the remainder of Florida's stay, throwing away any of the junk food he kept.

Florida realised on the last day when he saw Cali with thin hair, desperately chewing a candy wrapper, unable to fully move from exhaustion.

Not knowing how to properly help the situation Florida brought Cali a gift basket to share of all Florida's favourite foods as a "thank you" for letting him stay over and promised Cali he wouldn't tell the other states about his "cheat day" mistaking Cali's eating disorders for a break in a diet. Florida genuinely thought this helped, unknown to him most of that food was vomitted the moment he left.

•Florida didn't keep his mouth shut for long and one night made fun of Cali to Loui about California being a hypocrite. Loui was more concerned and ended up checking in on Cali. When his suspicions were confirmed he told some of the other states who staged an intervention.

•California is currently going through recovery but has shown signs of relapse but this time the states are aware of his symptoms.

#wttt california #wttt #welcome to the table

[gellavonhamster]

reading the death of arthur

"I tell you truly that I myself killed eighteen, not because I was a better knight than any other, but because misfortune afflicted me more than any of my companions. And you may be assured that it was not a feat of prowess, but rather the consequence of my sin" my dude, what kind of "misfortune" did it have to be for you to kill eighteen of your coworkers

a thing I certainly love about Arthuriana is how older ladies (Guinevere, Morgause, Morgan) remain considered gorgeous as they age and continue having (younger) lovers

"But Lancelot, who wanted to be there without being recognized by anyone, said to those around him that he was so ill that there was no way he could go" ohhh I can't go to the tournament... cough cough... I'm sick... he's so funny

"and I tell you truly that if I were a woman, I would want the sleeve to be mine, provided that he who wore it really loved me" yeah, yeah, Gawain, you wish you were Lancelot's girlfriend, we've heard this before

"And moreover, we know that with all his heart he loved King Pelles’s daughter, who bore Galahad" the knowledge of how it all really went makes this line quite painful

noooo Arthur is so happy to have found Morgan again and wants to take her to Camelot to live with him 💔

really curious as to at what point between this and Malory the roles of Gaheris and Gareth in the story (as in which one of them is Gawain's favourite brother whose death becomes the breaking point) were reversed, as well as at what point Gareth became the sweet boy he is in Le Morte instead of the boring asshole he is in the Vulgate

"In his sorrow he said that he had lived too long when he saw that those whom he had nurtured had died a terrible death" not to detract from this certainly tragic moment, but aren't Arthur's nephews in the Vulgate more or less the same age as he is

wait, how does Guinevere know that Mordred is Arthur's son?

"For he began it, and afterwards so did I; and when it came to a halt, I made my uncle King Arthur start it up again. Thus, it is only right that the first joy or sorrow should be mine" I am feeling Unwell

oh god oh fuck

oh, so that's where the Lancelot/Gawain ship name comes from. Oh.

I'm ignoring everyone's ages because come on. "At that time, Sir Gawain could well have been seventy-six years old, and King Arthur was ninety-two" are you kidding me

"The king came to Sir Gawain, whose injuries were healing well, except for the head wound, from which he was to die" once again the funniest phrasing possible of something that shouldn't be funny at all

actually fuck this, not gonna try to be witty anymore, the ending of this story has always devastated me and always will

#it's an old song / it's an old tale from way back when / it's an old song / and we're gonna sing it again #gella talks arthuriana #talk talk talk #arthuriana #arthurian legends #king arthur #gawain #lancelot du lac #morgan le fay #gareth

[lesleymoonwriter]

if youre okay with multiple, how about ❤️/🤍/💔 for Arno? (-maddstermind)

❤️ — what are three of your oc's positive traits?

1. Arno’s highly observant and tactical. He’s good at piecing together plans and chains of events, much like a writer would construct a story. He can find seemingly distant pieces and see how they’re actually connected. This is a very useful skill to have when you’re working with a team that investigates cursings.

2. On the above note, this kid’s also just smart as heck. Over the course of the narrative, he’s able to learn and fluently speak a form of sign language in less than a month. His book smarts stats are maxed out at the point.

3. Arno, in spite of his upper-class background, is pretty humble and empathetic. He’s able to relate people’s struggles to his own experiences pretty easily and understand how they’re feeling, and was not opposed to performing chores and accepting accommodations his parents would have deemed as ‘beneath him’. He always takes kindness gracefully, and tries to give it with just as much grace. 

🤍 — what are three of your oc's neutral/questionable traits?

1. Arno is a massive bookworm. He is happiest when his nose is firmly between the pages of a book, regardless of the topic or genre, though he enjoys scary adventures the most. He’s stayed up reading all night until sunrise at least a couple of times. 

2. Arno has quite the cheeky and sarcastic streak. You know he’s comfortable around you when he starts making snide remarks and asides around you. He’s a clever little kid, and he likes turning that into teasing fuel.

3. While he enjoys most other pastries and sweets, Arno despises cake with a burning passion. The texture and flavor of cake bread gross him out. He is willing to risk just about anything to avoid having to eat it.

💔 — what are three of your oc's negative traits?

1.  This boy has no confidence whatsoever. Like. None. Regaining some of that confidence is a major part of his character arc in the first book, and continues to be a struggle throughout the rest of the series. This creates a lot of self-doubt, making him question himself and his decisions excessively. It also creates communication problems, as he has trouble expressing his needs.

2. Arno has a lot of trouble trusting people, particularly strangers, and I don’t mean a healthy caution either. Arno tends to think people have the worst intentions until proven otherwise, and becomes shy and guarded around new people.

3. He can be a huge stick in the mud. He’ll step up to the plate of adventure when he has to, but he much prefers reading about adventures rather than participating in them– or, doing much of anything else, really. This can make him pretty boring to be around– if you don’t want to hear him talk about book recommendations, at least.

#ask game #page thieves

[strawbs-screaming]

You cannot defeat the pasta

Hcs on Pizza Pasta being a good but unhinged uncle to Mac and revealing that he didn’t die and the boxers are simply

why must you torture me 💔💔💔 eughhhhfuheheı where is the pasta exterminators

hcs below

Boxers reactions to pizza pasta being alive and related to Mac™

uh oh

glass joe

- kinda knew he was still alive, still shocked

- him being related to Mac on the other hand?? Refuses to believe it

- pissed off at pizza pasta for not making it clear hes alive sooner

von kaiser

- doesnt give a shit, Why should he care about some italian man with a dumb name??

- looked at pizza pasta and Mac together and saw the resemblance a bit

- He was the one who started the "pizza pasta got memory loss and is living in belgium" joke

- He wins the idgaf war anyday

Disco Kid

- Just happy to see Mac happy to have his uncle back

- doesnt see the resemblance but still ok

- thinks he shouldve stayed as a real estate agent but not telling that directly to his face

- finds him strange

king hippo

- also couldnt care enough

- doesnt see the resemblance but doesnt care enough to say anything about it

- likes making fun of his nam

- dissapointed in him for just dissapearing one day

piston hondo

- jawdrop.

- in denial & confused

- "they dont.. they dont look like each other.."

- "hes his uncle not his dad"

- doesnt really know what to think

bear hugger

- happy for them

- "damn you found your uncle? good for you"

- doesnt see the resemblance but not willing to say it to their face since he thinks its rude

- a bit shocked but mainly happy

great tiger

- He already knew, pizza contacted him first and told him the news

- Just watching this all unfold

- thinks its hilarious to watch everyone just go nuts

- doesnt see the resemblance like most

don flamenco

- He heard it from Tiger since hes always up to date on the gossip

- digging into official paperwork to see if they are related or its more of a found family kind of thing

- the only thing amusing to him is everyones reactions, he couldnt care less

Aran Ryan

- finds it funny how Mac is related to the funny dinner name man

- "so yer italian, huh?"

- "yeah??"

- "HAHAHA!!-"

- making fun of pizza pasta enough to almost bully him back into going back to being a lawyer

Soda Popinski

- suprised, but not that much since word spread arounds,specifically from a matador who likes to go through legal paperwork for juicy secrets and chugs cocktails like theres no tomorrow

- thinks its funny how Mac is related to the funny italian man

- finds it nice how he was able to find Mac back

Bald Bull

- oh no hes pissed off... He has beef with pizza pasta over some stuff i cannot disclose or he will punch me to the stratosphere

- thinks pizza pasta looks uglier than Mac, says it to his face

- thinks that he "shouldve stayed dead" and also says that to his face

- calling pizza pasta a coward for not taking the heat and just dissapearing

Super Macho Man

- also knew it early, specifically from a magician who flies around a lot

- in denial but also accepting?

- wished pasta came back "looking less ugly"

- shit talking pizza pasta with bull, the girls are fightinggg

Mr Sandman

- since he was tried with him, hes a bit pissed off but happy he has a worthy opponent back again

- doesnt really care about the family reunion thing but still happy for Mac

- wants to hurt back into boxing with him

now...

Pizza Pasta as an uncle for Mac™

- pizza pasta decked Bull in the face so hard he had to go the ER after he told Mac that pizza pasta is "some wishy-washy coward who cant handle being confronted" after that pizza pasta tried to make up for him but ended up making things worse

- Mac sometimes convinces pizza pasta to get him icecream after training with doc by doing puppy eyes, it works every time

- pizza pasta chats a lot with Mac so he can learn about his interests

- Mac sometimes rambles about his hyperfixations to him when bored and he just takes notes in his mind

- pizza pasta fights anyone shit talking Mac since he feels bad about not being there for him earlier

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Sometimes I wonder what Sephiroth would have looked like without the Jenova cells inside of him. Would he even be as pretty?

I picture him resembling Lucrecia even more heavily than he already does. I don't think enough people realize just how strongly he resembles his mother. This wasn't a thing until Dirge, granted, but I find a level of poetic irony behind it. Sephiroth has no real sense of heritage or identity and yet he's the absolute spitting image of the person he never got to know, the person he wanted more than anyone else. 💔

Anyway, Sephiroth would have been a brunette imo. Depending on who you prefer as his father, I'd like to think he has their eyes. Since I enjoy in dabbling in Seph being Vincent's, he'd have inherited Vincent's and Grimoire's rich reddish mahogany eyes. So he's still stunningly pretty, just with less catboy/alien characteristics. Probably wouldn't be as much of a tank as he is either, though I'd think he would have always been really tall!

Imagine Seph just growing up normal living a normal chill life. He's just some nerdy dude in a turtleneck vibing at a cafe on his cellphone all "lol hey -3-". Boring well-adjusted, healthy home life Seph is a Seph we must all aspire to obtain!

Low-key I love the idea of normal!Sephiroth being named after Grimoire if Lucrecia had been allowed to choose.

#Sephiroth #Sephcanons #Asks #Lucrecia Crescent #Jenova #final fantasy 7 #ff7 #ffvii #crisis core #asks #vincent valentine #Writing #Headcanons #Mommy issues #grimoire valentine

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mission accomplished [ scaramouche x reader ]

eight | someone new

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case has been going slow, and you suddenly met someone new after a month of being in campus, resulting in you becoming friends with them. signora is highly concerned about you, making her question on your twisted relationship with scaramouche.

warnings: mentions of blood, swearing (as usual), spoilers for signora’s real name, i think that’s it

a/n: uh huh this chapter came pretty late… 😔 i know i said that i’d update twice a week but i don’t think i can do that due to my writer’s block so i might change it to once a week,, and this chapter is kinda short too,, sorry y’all 💔 i hope you’re enjoying the series at least 🥲 happy reading!

grammatical errors may occur so please let me know if i've made any mistakes!

the past few weeks have been a bit slow and boring for you. classes went by like usual, and you didn't achieve anything groundbreaking for your case, which made you and scaramouche even more dumbfounded.

you two have been on a slump lately due to the lack of leads for your case, other than the dried blood and secret basement you found a while ago.

the results to the dna for the blooded carpet came back last week, and childe informed to you that it belonged to viktor, much to your distaste. you're really on the verge of giving up on this case, even if it's only been a month.

today isn't any special either. it's monday, so you didn't have any classes. scaramouche went out earlier for his appointment and you haven't even made a single friend here that is not viktor. and scaramouche, you guess. you don’t know if you’d consider him as a friend.

you really don't have anything to do.

you groaned. you needed to do something to fill out your boredom. everyone is probably busy at the precint as of now, mondays aren't usually the best days to be working in a police department.

you faintly banged your head against your bed frame, groaning once again. an idea popped up in your head, but you slumped against the pillows once you've realised it might be too boring. it took you a moment before you think about it again.

ah, screw it.

you guessed it won't hurt to head down to the campus cafe to get a drink, and maybe find some friends.

darn it. it’s starting to feel like you're reliving your university days.

the campus cafe was busy like it's always been, only a little quieter and less crowded than the norm since people were attending class at this time.

you ordered a cup of coffee and some pastries to side it with, taking a seat by the window.

the quiet and peaceful autumn morning made you relax and take your mind off the case. it's always the best when you stop thinking about work, the amount of workload you do for the department is undescribable.

being a detective isn't always the dream job people thought it was. sure, the paychecks are generous, and you have been dreaming of becoming one ever since you were a teenager, but archons is it exhausting.

you don't think you've ever recalled being completely off duty, other than the incident last year. you don't even use your day off's and annual leaves for vacations and trips, instead opting to either laze off in your apartment or stay at work.

your hold at the hospital wasn't that delightful either, spending time by staring off at the window from the hospital bed or eating boring hospital food. you can still remember the sterile scent of the place, just thinking about it makes you nauseous. as people always say, you will come to dislike the hospital once you’ve been admitted to one.

you didn't even realise you were zoning out until someone approached you.

“—hello? can you hear me?” a soft voice asked, poking your shoulder.

you perked your head up from the voice, turning your gaze from the window to the young woman standing next to your seat.

“...huh?” you said dumbly, still not completely out of your lingering thoughts.

“oh! hello!” she said, bringing up her hand to wave at you slightly. she had beautiful dark purple hair that goes until her hip, with some lighter highlights to pair it up. her eye makeup was absolutely flawless, the red eyeshadow and eyeliner suited her so much.

and the best part? her outfit. amazingly alluring and appealing to the eye. most of the outfit looked hand-sewn, given how they seemed eccentric and never-to-be-seen before.

ah, she's probably a fashion student.

you cleared up your throat. “um– hello there. anything you need?”

“well, uh– yes and no, actually. do you mind if i take a seat here?” she asked, pointing to the empty seat in front of you.

you shook your head, bringing up a hand to gesture her to sit. “no, no, i don't mind at all. please, get comfortable.”

the girl smiled at you sweetly. “thank you!” she chirped, taking a seat at the empty seat.

“nice to meet you! i'm yun jin.” the young woman said, introducing herself to you.

“hi yun jin, my name is luna, and vice versa.” you introduced yourself. “i love your outfit! are you a fashion student by chance?” you complimented, whilst shooting a question at her.

the girl chuckled, bringing a hand up to dismiss your words. “hehe, i get that a lot. but no, i'm not a fashion student, unfortunately. i just like sewing my own clothes, you could say that it's kind of my hobby.”

she placed her arms on the table. “i'm actually taking a course in criminology! it's the reason why i approached you, i saw you in a couple of our classes and i thought it'd be nice to say hi.” yun jin continued.

damn, you really did not expect that answer. she has a cute and sweet aura, so you thought she'd at least be majoring in courses that fit her personality, not the complete opposite.

“oh.” you said, mouth slightly open.

yun jin's facial expression slightly faltered. “i know i don't really look like someone who'd be interested with this kind of field, but it won't stop me from liking it! i've been wanting to become a police officer since forever, and i did not miss the opportunity when i was given one.”

ah, now you feel bad for your reaction.

“well, i guess it is nice to be in criminology. a lot of job offers could be given, and the pay is quite the bunch.” you shrugged, sipping on your coffee. “i wouldn't miss out either if i was you.”

“right! oohh, if i do become a police officer, i really hope i'd get transferred to the fatui precint! i heard great things about it, oh how i'd love to meet the captain tsaritsa...” yun jin said excitedly, already day dreaming about becoming an officer at the prestigious precint, your precint.

you almost choked from your drink, coughing up loudly, making the young woman in front of you worried.

“oh my! are–are you okay?! i didn't say anything wrong, did i?!” yun jin asked profusely, concerned on your reaction.

“augh– ugh, no. you didn't say anything, don't worry.” you reassured, calming down from the scene you made earlier.

this case is seriously going to kill you one day.

you spent the whole morning in the campus cafe talking with yun jin. it was kind of nice to make a new friend, you're gonna be less lonely now in the campus grounds. seeing scaramouche and viktor every single week can be quite boring.

you learned that yun jin is from liyue, and is a descendant of the yun-han opera troupe, a well known troupe in liyue. you also learned that she also does opera performances from time to time, usually whenever she goes back to liyue on breaks.

though born into a family of opera singers, yun jin decided to further her studies to snezhnaya instead. she still does keep up her talent in opera singing, but pursuing to become part of the police department was her main priority.

you admired her determination. she can still keep her name as a well known opera singer while still furthering her other interests at the same time.

it's kind of ironic, because you're the complete opposite, you're just a lazy bum. which made you to kind of rethink about your life decisions.

the sound of keys jingling from the outside of your dorm can be heard, and the door opens. scaramouche walked in, taking off his shoes and throwing his keys in to the key bowl.

“oh, look who's finally back.” you said flatly. you were at the kitchen island, propping one leg up on the stool you're sitting at while eating a cup noodle.

scaramouche rolled his eyes at you. “yeah, no shit. traffic was crazy as hell today, not sure why. probably a car accident.” he said, walking over to the kitchen where you were currently at.

“don't you have anything else that's more healthy to eat?”

“nope. don't really feel like it today.”

the ravenette took a seat next to you, propping his arms on the kitchen island and turned his gaze towards you.

it was silent for a few seconds, the both of you didn't know what to talk about.

you decided to say something to kill off the silence. “i met someone today.” scaramouche hummed in return, a sign for you to continue. “it's a girl from our criminology class, she's actually pretty sweet. though she did have dreams of becoming a police officer in our precint, so there's that.” you bellowed, stirring the cup noodle in boredom.

“that's kinda weird.” scaramouche snorted. “though, i'd pay so much to see the look on her face when she finds out we're actually detectives in that precint she loves so much.”

you giggled. “oh man, that's actually going to be kind of hilarious!” your laughter became louder, scaramouche joining you a second later. “imagine she finds out that she's been hanging out with a bunch of detectives being undercover at a university full of youngsters while the said detectives are almost in their late 20's?” you said, though trailing off at the end when you've finally registered your own words.

you and scaramouche went quiet from the laughing because of your statement.

yeah, you two really are not the best people for this case.

“how are things going there?” a female voice popped up from the speaker of your phone.

you're currently on the phone with signora, one of your co-workers and your closest friend right after childe. she's not the type to be personally involved in other people's lives nor does she like making friends, but you seemed to be the exception.

you figured the reason behind that was because you're not as irritating as your other colleagues. sure, everyone in the precint are mostly kind and updated with their work, but they can be petty and absolutely stupid. hence why signora is closest to you the most.

you huffed in exasperation. “fine, i guess. this month's been pretty slow. we haven't managed to get any more information on the case for a while now.” you said, folding up your one week worth of laundry on your bed.

this is monstrous, i should really stop being lazy and do my laundry more often. everything's a mess here, you thought.

“what about you? how are things with your husband?” you asked. “if i remember correctly, it should be your anniversary around this time. you guys have anything planned?”

signora sighed on the other line. “no... not really. we've been busy these past few weeks, with him and his company, me and my sergeant duties, you know the drill. our anniversary didn't even come to mind until you mentioned it just now.” signora said, sighing once again.

“i didn't know you were so busy. is that why you haven't been contacting me ever since i went for this mission? that's not a way to treat your best friend, rosalyne.” you say in amusement, chuckling to yourself. guess i should lighten up the dull mood.

“in my defense, it was for your safety! i don't want people to find out that you're undercover, so i try to limit my conversations with you as much as i could. it just so happens that i'm also busy, making it even the more easier.”

you laughed. “ah, it's nice to make someone else annoyed once in a while. annoying that gremlin all this while can be tiring, you know.” you muttered, talking about scaramouche. you haven't bothered anyone else other than the short ravenette for this past month, and it's kind of making you bored.

you finished folding all of your clothes and set them aside. i'll keep them later.

“how are you keeping up with him? i thought you two would be back at the precint the second you arrived at that university. you guys aren't the most admirable pair, after all. you two argue like children.” signora groaned, thinking about you two already makes her sick. this case gives an opportunity for signora to lessen her worries on the precint, since it was always you two who would make such a ruckus there.

you tapped on the speaker button of the call so that only you can hear the other line instead of the whole room. “we're fine, i think. it's kind of different than i thought.” you shrugged. “we do bicker at times, but we kind of stopped being complete assholes. feels kind of relaxing, actually.” you remarked, flopping onto your bed. you stared off at the ceiling while your phone is still in your hand, right next to your ear.

signora cleared her throat. “i beg your pardon?”

“what do you mean 'i beg your pardon'? didn't you hear me?”

“no, no. i heard you clearly. what i meant to say was...” signora trailed off for a second, finding the right words. “what the actual hell?!” she shouted at her phone, making you wince from the sound coming from yours.

“what is so shocking? i think you, of all people, should be the least to be shocked. even childe didn't make such a fuss.” you said, frowning your brows.

“well, i didn't know it just took you going undercover with him and no guns with you for you to get along. you two practically look like you want to shoot each other every day here.” signora replied. “though last time you two went on one together, things didn't end that well.”

you groaned, turning your body to the side. “archons, people need to stop bringing that up. it was a minor accident— i don't think i should explain it again.” you muttered. “i don't even know why scara is affected by it the most. that guy keeps worrying about everything, can't even go on a day without him scolding me about safety.”

you didn't let signora speak as you continue off with your rambling. “oh and mind you he keeps treating me like a baby! not letting me drink alcohol, not letting me go off on my own, not letting me even do anything!”

“goodness, sometimes i feel like i just want to slap that stupid face. he thinks after the incident i should be more careful of everything to avoid it happening again, most of our arguments revolves around that topic. it makes me sick.” you rambled. “he thinks i can't take care of myself. always thinks he knows the best and thinks that i'm obligated to follow his orders like a stupid dog.”

silence engulfs the line and for a moment, you think that your relationship with scaramouche might have gotten worse, contrary to what you've seen and experienced.

signora sighed, tone clearly upset. “y/n... are you sure you're actually a good detective?” signora asked finally after your heated rambling a second ago.

“of course i am. why do you even ask such a question?”

“because you don't seem to know how to solve the only problem that’s keeping you away from your worst enemy.”

ooo signora finally speaks up about your personal life

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