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lnfours · 5 months

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false god | l.n

summary: we might just get away with it.

warnings: based off of ‘false god’ by taylor swift, brothers best friend!lando, fewtrell!reader, mutual pining, sexual themes, this stupidly hot outfit bc he always looks good in black. also this is kind of trash but i really wanted to get something out for you guys 😩

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the rain was pattering hard against the window in your room, but it was simply background noise as you played music softly from your computer. you hummed quietly to the song playing, your pencil scratching against the notepad before the soft ping let you know you had gotten a text.

lando

you still awake?

you grabbed your phone, unlocking it and typing back.

yea, why? can’t sleep?

a couple of seconds later your phone lit up again, a new message from him appearing on your lockscreen.

yea, still jet lagged.

wanna watch a movie or something? max and p went on a date and left me all alone 😩

you chuckled, typing back a response.

pretty sure that’s the point of a date 🤔

but sure, doors open

he disliked the first message, which made you chuckle before you heard footsteps echo down the hallway. your door creaked open, the brunette joining you on your bed as you closed your notebook. you pushed the things to the side, tossing him the tv remote.

“your pick this time.”

“i thought i picked last time?” he said, hand resting behind his head as the other grabbed the remote. you looked over at him now, the black shirt hugging his muscles perfectly, the black jeans showing off his thighs and the red backwards hat was about to send you into cardiac arrest.

it was a bad idea to look over at him, especially when the crush you’ve had on him had only worsened over the past day or so, just like it did every time he was here.

“mm, no,” you said, “i picked that scary movie last time, remember?”

“oh yeah, the only reason you picked it was because of that hot dude.”

you scoffed, “no!”

he sent you a smirk, “yeah, okay,”

you rolled your eyes and motioned to the tv, “just pick a movie, i’m gonna go make some popcorn. want anything?”

he twisted his lips in thought while you stood up. his eyes traveled over your figure as you put the stuff on your desk, the thin pajama shorts hugging your curves, the oversized hoodie falling down a little bit to return back to the tops of your thighs, you just looked so good to him right now. you always do, but right now especially.

he was quick to look away from your body, eyes meeting yours as you spun around, “just a water, please.”

you nodded, exiting the room and he let go of the breath he didn’t realize he was holding. he wasn’t sure when it had happened, but every time he saw you recently, his chest got tight. he wasn’t supposed to feel this way about his best friends sister, she was off limits. especially to him.

he was lost in thought until the microwave beeping in the kitchen echoed and pulled him out of it, reminding himself that he still had to pick a movie. he scrolled through netflix, settling on one he had seen before but knew you’d like.

you handed him his water, which he thanked you for before you plopped down on the bed. you put the popcorn in the middle of you two before starting the movie.

at some point the popcorn had been moved to the floor, the two of you getting closer and closer without really realizing until his finger bumped against your pinky. you sucked in a shaky breath, waiting to see if he would move it. he did the same, looking down to see if you were going to pull away.

when you didn’t, he made the next move and wrapped his pinky around yours. you didn’t want to make it obvious that you weren’t looking at the movie, but you really wanted to glance over at him.

he did it for you, though, turning and looking at you before bringing a hand up to your jaw, turning your head to look at him. you almost folded, right then and there. your heart beating out of your chest and everything was happening so quickly.

but when you met his soft eyes, glowing in the light of the small lamp you had kept on and the light from the tv, all the nerves washed away, “lando,”

his voice was quiet as he softly pulled away, “sorry, i.. uh, i don’t know-“

you shook your head, grabbing his hand and putting it back on your cheek, “no, it’s okay.”

he nodded, eyes flickering between your eyes and your lips quickly, having a mental debate with himself on wether or not he should take it a step further.

you took matters into your own hands, though. readjusting as you got closer. he watched you intently, his eyes locked on every move, the movie on the tv long forgotten about as the two of you breathed out. his green eyes were piercing right into yours. he leaned in a little closer, pressing his forehead against yours.

“i shouldn’t want to,” he breathed softly, “but i really want to kiss you.”

your teeth sunk into your bottom lip, “maybe you should.”

“it would ruin everything,”

“not if he doesn’t find out.” you were inches apart now, his hands on your hips as you hovered over him. your heart felt like it was going to bust through your rib cage and it was all you could hear as the room fell silent.

it didn’t last long as his voice broke through the tension, “fuck it.”

he nudged your nose with his, meeting your lips in a kiss that sent tingles down your spine. you kissed him back, letting his hands grip you a little tighter as his tongue licked against your bottom lip.

the kiss carried on for a while, neither one of you wanting to pull away when he rolled the both of you over so now he was the one hovering over your frame. his necklace dangled above your chest, lips moving from yours as they peppered kisses against the base of your throat.

“fuck,” he mumbled against your skin, “‘ve wanted this for so long.”

you hummed back, fingers running through the curls on the back of his neck, breathing out a soft, “me too.”

you brought one hand down his spine, gripping at the hem of his shirt as you tugged it up, revealing the soft skin of his back. he understood what you were saying with your movements, pulling the material over his head and tossing it to the floor.

once he turned back to you, it was your turn to have his hands ride up the sweatshirt you were wearing, his fingers soft against your skin. you giggled when he accidentally moved over your ribs, a smirk spreading across his face.

“you’re still ticklish there?”

you nodded, “unfortunately.”

“good to know,” he was definitely going to keep that in mind.

his lips met yours again as he kissed you sweetly, which turned hungry in a matter of a few minutes as he helped you out of the sweatshirt.

however, the sound of the front door closing made the two of you jump apart, lando pausing his movements as he froze above you.

“we’re back!”

“shit,” you mumbled, the footsteps nearing your door as the two of you separated. you pulled the first article of clothing you could find over your head.

“just hide in here till he goes away.” you mumbled, shoving lando towards the closet. he chuckled, but opened the door anyway.

“i like being your little secret,” he teased, “we should do this more often.”

you rolled your eyes, “shut up!”

you closed the door before he could speak again, flopping back on the bed before your bedroom door opened. you looked towards your brother, a soft smile on your face as he held up the container for you.

“brought you back dinner.”

“thanks, you can just put it on the desk.”

he nodded, walking into your room before eyeing you down, “you alright? your hairs a mess and you look frazzled.”

you nodded, smoothing your hair over with your palms, “‘m good, just woke up from a nap.”

he nodded, now his eyes falling to the shirt you were wearing, “is that lando’s shirt?”

you nearly choked, but looked down at the material you had thrown on. sure enough, it was the shirt lando had thrown on the floor a mere ten minutes before your brother rudely interrupted.

“huh, guess so,” you tried to play it cool, “guess it got mixed up in my laundry. just kinda grabbed it earlier.”

he nodded, sending you a look which made it look like he wasn’t totally buying what you were saying, “okay..” you licked your lips nervously, “p and i are gonna watch a movie, you can join if you want.”

you nodded, “yeah, i’ll think about it.”

“oh, is lando home?” max asked, “i had something to ask him.”

he spun on his heels, turning towards the door, but you cut him off before he could investigate himself, “nah, i think he went out.”

your brother nodded, “damn, alright. just let me know if you wanna watch the movie.”

you nodded, “i will, thanks.”

he closed the door behind him on the way out, lando soon opening the closet door quietly to leave the closet. you smirked when his eyes met yours, the two of you breaking out into quiet laughter as he joined you back on the bed.

“you div! you took my shirt instead of your hoodie?”

you laughed softly, “i’m sorry! i grabbed the first thing i could find.”

he smiled, hovering back over you, “you look better in it, anyway.”

“you know where it looks even better?” your arms were slung around his neck now.

“where?” his smile was still on his face.

“the floor,”

he laughed softly, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth, “mind reminding me?”

you hummed, “i guess i could show you.”

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agaypanic · 5 months

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Headcannons on being the Davenports bestfriend 💗

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A/N: this is probably asking for being best friends with all of them at the same time, but i’m gonna do individual headcanons. also even tho it says davenport, im also adding leo (i know he’s technically a davenport but idk i dont see him as a davenport i see him as a dooley)

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Adam

You always enable and encourage his silly ideas

Which his family doesn’t like much

But you and Adam have fun, so you don’t care much

You help him with his homework a bunch

He doesn’t like asking Chase for help bc he makes him feel really dumb

Your favorite activity is probably going to the zoo bc he loves all the animals

You peeked through the front door of the Davenport’s house. When the coast was clear, you opened the door wider and waved for Adam to come in. How he was gonna hide this when his family saw, you didn’t know.

“What is that?” Leo’s sudden voice made the two of you jump. He had come from down the hall, and was staring at you with an incredulous look and pointed finger.

“Lunch,” Adam answered, pointing at the bag of food in your hand. Leo rolled his eyes, furiously trying to make where he was pointing more obvious.

“No, that!”

You and Adam looked at the alpaca that Leo was pointing to, knowing you were unable to avoid it any longer.

“Oh my gosh, how did that get there?” You asked dumbly, as if you didn’t help Adam break it out of the zoo and bring it home.

“This is definitely the first time I’ve seen this,” Adam said in a faux shocked tone, petting the alpaca’s head. “But since it’s here, we can keep it, right?”

Bree

You guys become extremely close extremely fast

Being surrounded by guys all her life, you’re very refreshing to be around

The two of you love to gossip

About who’s with whom, her siblings’ antics, everything and nothing

You guys like going to the mall to shop, eat, and catch up

Even though you hang out literally every day

“Oh my gosh, did I tell you what happened with my brothers this week?” Bree asked as she looked through a rack of shirts.

“You probably have, but tell me anyway.” You laugh, looking at the clothes with her.

“So Leo likes this girl, right? And Chase comes up with some plan to get her to fall for him- oh, this is cute. Well, anyways, it completely backfires, and she ends up going after Adam.”

“No.” You gasped.

“Yes! And that’s not even the craziest part.” Bree took something off the rack and held it up to you, wanting your opinion. You nodded furiously at the sight, and she grinned, adding it to the try-on pile of clothes she was carrying. “So Chase tells Leo that he’ll talk to the girl for him, and guess what.”

“What? Does she start liking Chase?” You ask jokingly. Bree raised her eyebrows at you and pursed her lips, signaling you were correct. “No!”

“Yes!”

Chase

Yall are that duo at school

Smart, sassy, and pretty

You guys sign up for extracurriculars like science fair and debate club together

Even though he’s literally the smartest man in the world, he likes having you go over his work

Very occasionally, he’ll miss a detail, and you’ll point it out

But he mainly just likes the validation

But you also never hesitate to put him in his place when needed

“Hey, can you read this over for me?” Chase asked as he handed you his laptop. You decided to come over to watch a movie when he suddenly remembered he needed to revise one of his papers for a class.

Pausing the TV, you set the computer on your lap and read the essay. You didn’t comment until you were finished, handing the laptop back to Chase.

“Pretty good.” You said, playing the movie again.

“I knew it.” Chase gloated, reclining on the couch next to you. “Perks of being the smartest guy ever.”

“Yeah, well, you also misspelled ‘and,’ genius.” You laughed as you watched him scramble for his computer, looking through every word to find the mistake. “Perks of not knowing how to type, I guess.”

“Shut up.” He grumbled, fixing the error and crossing his arms with a pout.

Leo

The blind leading the blind

You encourage all of his delusions, mainly because you think it’s funny

You two are a comedic duo tbh

You guys bounce off each other really well

Before the bionic trio, you always defended Leo from bullies

You still do sometimes

Leo was currently talking your ear off about his current crush, some girl named Danielle. This was part of your guys’ routine. He’d tell you about someone he liked, you’d tell him that the two of them were meant to be, something would go wrong, you’d laugh about it, and then Leo would find someone new the next week.

“We’re so close to being boyfriend and girlfriend; I can feel it!” He said excitedly.

“Oh yeah.” You nodded, trying to suppress a laugh. “I know that if I had a boyfriend, I’d want him to be my human footstool because it’s what I deserve.”

“Exactly! You’re like the only one who gets it.”

“Ooh, there she is now.” You said, looking over his shoulder to see his girl of the week at her locker. “She came into the same hallway you’re in, so she clearly wants to see you. You should go talk to her.”

“Really?” Leo asked, slowly standing up. You nodded and pushed him in Danielle’s direction, waiting for everything to unfold.

Leo somehow found the courage to talk to Danielle, but it was a pretty short conversation. When she walked away, she looked at him from over her shoulder and said goodbye.

“See you later, Lenny!”

The name made you bust out laughing, almost weak in the knees to stand up and go over to the now somewhat sad boy.

“Better luck next time, Lenny.” You said, patting his shoulder and laughing some more.

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bendycxmet · 6 months

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Makeup, Makeout—Vash the Stampede

Summary: Relaxing one night with Vash leads you to wanting to do makeup on him, and leads to more than you could have hoped for.

Word Count: ~2.1k

Pairing: gn!reader x Vash the Stampede

Content: modern AU, tension, teasing, some heavy making out, makeup, overall fluff

“Yo Wolfwood, you going anywhere today?” Vash peeked into his friend’s doorway.

“Want me out for a specific reason?” inquired Wolfwood from his desk in the corner of his dimly lit room, the only light coming from his computer screen as his lithe fingers danced over the keyboard, furious clicks sounding as he shot away at the enemy team. “Playing hooky? Thought that was my job.” With a quick glance, Wolfwood glanced at his blonde roommate, fidgeting with his vermilion hoodie, shrinking into the cotton material under his gaze.

Wolfwood snickered.

“They’re coming over aren’t they?” Vash sheepishly hummed at his friend’s guess, hinting to him that his guess was right as ever. Wolfwood sighed, pausing his game and removing his headphones so that he can turn to face Vash.

“Vash, when are you two going to finally date each other? We all can only handle so much pining between you two,” he said, referencing the times he, Milly, and Meryl all shared exasperated looks at the only two in the room that didn’t realize they had feelings for each other.

“Give me a break? I don’t even know if they like me!” Vash groaned.

Wolfwood sighed. “Yeah yeah I’ll head out tonight to the girl’s apartment upstairs and give you two lovebirds your time alone.”

Living in the same apartment building as your friend group can really come in handy sometimes. You were more comfortable living with the girls, obviously, since they cleaned up after themselves and weren’t as noisy as the boys rooming a floor away.

“Thank you…I appreciate it. It’s been a long week for them. They just wanted to have a movie night with me. No offense to you guys.” Vash chuckled, not blaming you for wanting to avoid the others, seeing as they were more…energized in their interactions half the time.

“Don’t sweat it. Already knew. Milly and Meryl texted me earlier inviting me to theirs so we could eat out at the new noodle shop since they said they saw how restless you seemed. We all know that means they want some alone time to recharge with their favorite person…” Wolfwood insinuated, winking at Vash. “Don’t have too much fun tonight.”

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“Can I give you a rocker look?”

“Huh?”

You and Vash were cuddled together on the couch, watching some seasonal movie on TV as the end of the year was finally upon you two. You felt extremely cozy, a large plush blanket covering your body, your arms wrapped around his middle, smushing your face into his shoulder as you peered up at him, his arm softly placed on your back. He could hardly take the way your eyes peered up at him.

It had been rainy that day, thick fluffy clouds slathered across the sky, a cold that licked at your skin all day until the warmth that radiated from Vash chased away the chills you had.

The boys’ apartment, although weirdly put together in their decorations, was welcoming. Vash’s plants lined the wall that welcomed in the sun’s rays the most, not a leaf out of place. Poorly strung lights were loosely strewn across the ceiling, illuminating the living room in a warm glow, reflecting off the group pictures hung on the walls. The sky peeking in through the blinds revealed that it was blue hour, a contrasting gloomy blue to the warm tones of Vash’s apartment. All of these components proved to be a perfect spell for you to fall asleep on his couch. You needed something to wake yourself up.

“Yanno. With makeup,” you deadpanned, as if it was the obvious answer to his bewilderment.

“But…why? We don’t have any makeup here.” Vash tilted his head to the side, looking more like a confused puppy than ever.

“I think you got the perfect face for a rocker look.”

You could never tell him that it’s because he was already gorgeous, you were just curious how much prettier he could be with makeup on.

“Besides, I have my makeup on me right now.”

“...were you planning on this?” Vash teased, squeezing your sides as a toothy grin fought to crack his face. You squealed at his movements, sadly having to wrench yourself from his warmth.

“No! Mmm… maybe… anyways! I thought it would be good practice!” With that, you got up and quickly gathered your supplies from your bag. Black eyeshadow and eyeliner, a simple look that no doubt will send you to your knees once you saw it on him.

“Hmm, ok how should I go about this…” you looked around, first glancing to his bedroom wondering if the dingy light in the bathroom would be enough. Yet, he was much taller than you, so peering up at him would hurt your neck…

“Uhh, we could just do it right here, no? I mean, it’s comfortable,” Vash offered from where he lounged on the couch.

“I guess you’re right!” With that, you plopped yourself down. Only, you don’t know what got into you. Or how shameless you were in that moment. Well, with how you were seated in Vash’s lap, knees on either side of his legs as you rummaged around in your makeup bag.

Vash froze. He was warm before, but now he felt hot. He peered at you as you grabbed a makeup palette, opening it and looking at your options, oblivious to the effect you had on him. You were rambling about how you came across this look, seeing a tutorial online earlier in the day and feeling inspired to try it on him as the guy in the video had similar features to the man between your thighs.

“Ok, ready. Close your eyes for me,” you said, opting to use your finger for the black eyeshadow. Doesn’t need to be perfect.

Vash rushed to close his eyes before you made eye contact, hoping you couldn’t see how wide his eyes became from your previous movements.

You hummed as you gently swiped the pigment onto his pale complexion, perfectly content and focused with the task at hand. Vash fought to keep his breathing under control so as to not reveal how fast paced his heart was, the action proving difficult as he felt your warm breath swoop over his cheeks, the scent that is so uniquely you filling his nostrils, indicating just how close you truly were.

Vash felt you lean back, thanking the heavens he was able to get a second to clear his mind of you. This was short lived as he felt you lean back in.

“Alright, now I need you to open your eyes for me. I gotta do the eyeliner on your bottom lid.” Vash breathed, slowly opening his blue eyes to stare down at a spot on your shoulder, avoiding eye contact.

“Heyy~ I need you to look up now.”

He looked up at the low hanging lights, choosing to focus on one bulb. You went to work again, slowly adding the eyeliner to his lower lids. You were nearly done with the second eye when a shuddering breath reached your ears. The haze in your mind from focusing on applying makeup cleared, a veil seemingly lifted from your senses. When had you gotten so close?!

Shit. Vash nearly made it through your routine, just up until you leaned impossibly closer to him. The moment the warmth radiating off your face connected with his, your chest flattening against his, he couldn’t help the staggering breath that left him. The position you two were in was becoming too intimate.

You took a deep breath before taking in the sight before you. Damn, you did a good job. The onyx pigmentation contrasted perfectly with everything that is Vash. His fair skin. His wonderfully blue eyes that were always regarding you with such kindness and reverence. He was a sight to behold. He was hot.

Your senses were completely engulfed by Vash, your surroundings blurring. His light floral scent, his warmth that came from where you two were touching, his wet, slightly parted lips…his heaving chest… wait. What the hell is going on?

It was finally then that you realized what you had been up to for the past five minutes. You were seated, too comfortably, in his lap. Your proximity to him could be labeled as promiscuous with how your thighs were hugging his.

“O-Ok, I think I’m done. You’re making me jealous! How dare you have better eyelashes than me. Anyway, you look really cool! Let’s go look in the mirror!” you rambled, reeling from your revelation.

Get out. Abort. Move away, goddammit! You’re cutting it close! Your mind all but screamed at you.

You went to push away from him, but you found yourself not budging an inch. Confused, you looked down, seeing Vash’s lean arm grasping your back, keeping you close to him.

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“You’re a coward.”

“Excuse you?!” screamed Vash, his words slurred as Wolfwood kept him upright on their walk home from the club.

“All that liquid courage and you didn’t make a single damn move on them?? No matter how drunk everyone in that club was, people could tell how in love you two were!” Wolfwood pressed.

The group had gone out on a chilly Saturday night, searching for a fun time, choosing to head into a local club, where they all got positively hammered. Everyone had several rounds of tequila, you and Vash taking the lead and stumbling on the dancefloor. The entire night, the remaining crew rolled their eyes at your blatant affection for one another. Your hands were around Vash’s neck, his hands protectively encircling your back as you two danced song after song, bodies closely swaying to the beat, in your own worlds until Vash had to run to the bathroom to empty the contents of his stomach.

“We were just dancing, like everyone else!” Vash yelled.

“If only you saw it from our point of view…prove me wrong. Next time.”

“Whaa…?”

Wolfwood breathed a sigh of relief as they entered their apartment building.

“Next time you’re that close to them, make a move. Normal friends don’t usually get that close to each other. Time and time again.”

Although Vash was drunk out of his mind that night, he managed to catch every single one of Wolfwood’s critiques. Wolfwood’s recommendation managed to lodge itself in the recesses of his mind.

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His pupils were dilated, probably matching the way yours looked at that moment. You shuddered as his hand slowly moved up to caress the back of your head. You didn’t dare move away this time.

Make a move. Wolfwood’s words echoed once again in his head.

Yeah, maybe I will. With that final thought, he closed the tiny distance you had created.

Warm. That’s all you felt in that moment. You had imagined countless times what it would feel like to finally kiss him, but none of your childish fantasies lived up to this moment. His plump lips were soft as they moved against your own, pulling gasps and full-body shivers from you. He angled both your heads, deepening the kiss. He groaned at your reciprocation, the arm around your waist squeezing you tighter against him, unknowingly brushing you against his hips. Your arms went to hug his shoulders at the same time his hand came up to carefully cradle your jaw, his thumb swiping across your cheekbones. You were panting into his mouth at this point, all oxygen leaving your body at the deep kisses he was giving you, his tongue swiping across your bottom lip as a heads up before delving in to explore and get to know a new part of you.

He’s gonna be the death of you.

He hoped you could understand him. In the kisses he gave you, he hoped you could hear his confessions of love and admiration he has harbored for you, his apologies for taking so long to give them to you. One day, he would say them out loud. Not today, though. What you both needed at this moment was each other’s physical presence finally molding and mixing together.

~~~~~~~

3am. That’s gotta be enough time for those lovebirds. Wolfwood sleepily pondered, key turning in the lock to his shared apartment.

"Let us know how they are! They haven’t responded to our texts for awhile now. That’s gotta mean something!" The girls’ voice rang in the back of his head. Crossing the threshold, Wolfwood’s eyes immediately fell on the pair on the couch.

He snickered. You were in a peculiar position, arms and legs wrapped around Vash’s hips and waist, your sleeping face tucked into his neck, soft, even breaths occasionally blowing against the blonde’s skin. It was as if your unconscious body was unwilling to let go of Vash now that you finally had him. Your head failed to cover the circular bruises littered on Vash’s neck, your own neck mirroring his.

Vash shyly met Wolfwood’s eyes. Although the room was dimly lit, Wolfwood could see Vash’s face had been beet red.

“You two really are idiots.”

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emeraldspiral · 9 months

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So from what I understand, the initial pitch for Invader Zim was that the main source of comedy was Zim thinking posing as an elementary school student was the best use of his time as a spy and making leaps of logic based on his lack of cultural knowledge. And we did certainly see stuff like that happen in the show, but I think over time there was a shift to more episodes focusing on the Zim/Dib rivalry or things going on in space that didn’t feature the skool setting at all or didn’t revolve around cultural misunderstandings to drive the plot. IDK if they did more of that in the comics, but here’s some ideas I feel were missed opportunities. Not including anything obvious like “skool dance” episode, or “forced to work with Dib on a project”.

1 - An episode that’s just Zim and Dib narrating short stories they wrote for a creative writing assignment. It might be low-hanging fruit for them to both write the same story of a real incident between them from either of their perspectives, or a self-insert wish-fulfillment fantasy about defeating one another. I kinda like the idea of Dib writing the kind of story he himself would enjoy, like a noir-style detective story with a supernatural twist or gothic horror ghost story. Zim would just copy a story told to him by GIR, which itself is a mangled retelling of something that happened on TV that neither of them actually understand, but no matter how ridiculous and nonsensical the plot was he’d read it like it was Shakespeare.

2 - Similarly, an episode that’s just Zim giving an oral presentation on a historical figure or event, but he gets a ton of stuff wrong due to misinterpretation, or mixing up factual sources with like, a historical fantasy. Like if he read TF2 lore and told the class that stairs were invented by Abraham Lincoln.

3 - Zim gets an exam/report card back and finds out he’s performing poorly, which makes him question whether he’s learned anything at all from all the time he’s spent gathering intel. He decides to put his plans for conquest on hold to spend more time studying, except he’s not studying anything actually assigned by the skool and nothing he learns is on his next test or useful for conquering the humans.

4 - Alternatively, Zim is warned that because of all his absences and poor performance he’s at risk of being expelled. Dib mocks him for it at the first, but then decides he’d rather not have to worry about what Zim’s getting up to all day while he’s stuck in class, so he decides to help Zim break into the server room for the skool’s computer system so they can change his report card, but because this is Zimworld the security system is ridiculously over-the-top and the stakes are a like a Die Hard movie.

5 - The skool needs a team to represent for an academic decathlon. Zim signs up because he wants to show off his superior intellect and Dib joins the team to keep an eye on him (and prove his superior intellect). Zim and Dib are the math and science experts while their other teammates specialize in different subjects but everyone except Zim at least knows enough about the other subjects to mostly get the answers right if they’re forced to answer something outside their specialty. Unfortunately all the questions Zim and Dib know the answers to go to their less science-minded teammates and they get stuck with all the insane questions about skinning moose and other lectures from Ms. Bitters that they didn’t pay attention to.

Either that, or they keep getting quizzed about pop culture trivia they don’t know because they don’t keep up with mainstream television. Zim ends up getting a question right that wins the game however because he remembered it from some insufferable show GIR watches constantly and everyone treats him like a fucking genius for it. Dib meanwhile is treated like an idiot for getting all the stupid pop-culture questions wrong.

6 - The class has to read some classic lit out loud and Zim’s over-the-top dramatic narration leads to him being asked to audition for the skool play. Zim scores the lead role and gets way too into method acting. To the point where Dib can’t even tell if he legitimately thinks he’s the character or if he’s just doing it to mess with him.

7 - Zim joins a skool club and quickly usurps the club’s leadership and rules over the other members with an iron fist, twisting it from its original purpose into just being a club dedicated to serving his whims/messing with Dib. It all falls apart for some stupid reason like one member leaving and forcing the club to dissolve because it didn’t have enough members or some forms not being filled out correctly or budget issues forcing a bunch of clubs to shut down. Meanwhile, Dib tries to start a paranormal club but can’t get any members and gets kicked out of every other club he joins for trying to steer it away from whatever its original purpose was to make it about the paranormal.

8 - Baseball/team sports episode. Zim and Dib are both actually pretty decent so their team begrudgingly puts up with them. They let their rivalry get in the way at first and don’t pay any attention to the skool’s rival team talking trash about their skool. Even when it turns into an 80s cliche where the skool will actually be closed if they don’t win the game they don’t care because it is a shit skool and if it closes they’ll just go somewhere else. It’s only when one of the rival team members interrupts Zim and Dib in the middle of their own little pissing contest that they finally get their act together and start strategizing with the rest of their team. They win and finally get a taste of what it’s like to be appreciated momentarily for carrying the team until everyone else finds out their shitty skool is staying open because of them.

9 - Some Yu-Gi-Oh/Magic-type card game becomes really popular and Zim decides to get into it to blend in and find a way to exploit it to gain power over the humans. Dib naturally gets in on it too and they get way too serious about it. It either becomes an over-the-top parody of Yu-Gi-Oh and its hyper-realistic holograms and battle arenas that turn card games into genuine life-threatening experiences for participants and audiences alike, or it satirizes the satanic panic by having some kind of reveal that all the cards are actually possessed by real supernatural spirits and the games are part of some nefarious third party antagonist’s plot to overrun the world with demons or something.

#invader zim

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gemini-sensei · 9 months

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Sims | Hawk Moskowitz

Thank you @sensei-venus for putting this out there. I just had to write a whole thing about it because duh. So here we go, some fluff with a dash of sims.

When Reader was tidying up her apartment she shared with Hawk, she didn't anticipate getting sidetracked. She was just cleaning off his desk, making sure not to bump into his gaming computer as she did so, but of course she hit the mouse. The screen came to life so brightly, showing her the last game he'd been playing and it made her giggle.

He Sims 4 was still open, but the game was paused. The camera was hovering over a room in the house centered on a Sim that looked a lot like her boyfriend, with a large mohawk, shirtless and covered tattoos. It made her giggle and she sat down to take a closer look.

She was taking a little tour of the house to see everything Hawk had put into it. It was obvious a lot of time and effort was put into it, the house itself rather big with three levels, including a basement, and a backyard filled with little bonsai trees. It was stunning for a game house and she loved it, all of the decor matching with their own style that they'd curated for themselves in the little apartment that they called home.

There with photos on the wall, all of her favorite plants and flowers set up inside or around the property, big stylish windows like she's always wanted. As she noticed the greenhouse attached to the main building, she realized her boyfriend has built her dream home in the game. All the talks about what she wanted in that department hadn't fallen on deaf ears, she already knew that, but to see it reflected in the game was heartwarming and sweet.

As she looked at the pictures of the sims in the house, she saw herself reflected as well. Her body was chubby and her style was on point, as she would come to learn that he'd downloaded costum content to get the clothes right as well as her hair. She was so flattered, so in love, so giggly.

It didn't take her long to find the other sim occupants as well, including one dog, one cat, and two little infant babies.

As she clicked to view the babies, she found them happily asleep in their cribs. The room they were in was decorated in all pinks and purples, with a princess castle on the floor and long drapes over the windows. Two twin girls with full bellies laid asleep, well cared for. She awed at their cute little faces and the names that had been chosen for them. As she looked at their stats and everything, she discovered one was a little more shy while the other was outgoing.

Only when she found the pictures on the wall of her sim pregnant and Hawk's sim fussing over her belly did she come to a realization. She blushed as she wondered, does he want kids? Is that what this means?

She put the game back the way she found it and hurried to clean up the area like she had planned on doing in the first place. Though she tried buying herself with the tidying and chores, she couldn't stop thinking about the game. She tried to tell herself that it was just a game, but at the same time she had a feeling it was much more than that...

Several days passed before she decided to ask Hawk. She didn't want him to know she had seen his game, believing it was fairly private, so when she did it, she kept that part out of it. She kept it casual, almost too casual, as they cuddled up on the couch watching one of their comfort shows. It popped into her mind again and she simply asked,

"Do you ever think about having kids?"

He looked at her, then shrugged as he turned back to the TV. "Yeah, sometimes."

She could tell that he was trying to act really casual about it, but his body was a little tense under her all of a sudden and she knew better.

"And?"

"Yeah, I guess I'd like to have kids some day." He quickly cut a look her way, eyes unreadable. "What about you?"

She smiled at him. "Yeah... well, I mean, I've thought about it before but it didn't really come back to me until recently."

She got a little shy and looked away from him. He paused their show and say up a bit, making her shift and sit up too.

"Reader, is this your way of asking something?"

She looked up at him, cheeks growing warm. "I mean, maybe."

She didn't really know. She didn't know where this would go, having not thought that far ahead inall of this. She bit her lip and looked away from him.

He gently took her chin in between his the and index finger, then turned her face to look at him again. He spoke softly.

"Is this your way of asking me if I wanna have a baby with you?" He asked her. He looked into her eyes with his warm blue ones amd it was like swimming in the ocean on a summer's day. "Because if so, I'm all for it... because that's something I want with you more than anything."

"Really?" she asked just as softly.

He nodded and she smiled wide. She leaned into him and kissed him, throwing her arms around him and he caught her as they fell back onto the couch cushion. He groaned against her lips, enjoying the excitement and passion behind her force. With that sort of energy, they were making out in no time, their clothes slowly falling to the floor piece by piece.

There was little planning to it, little thought other than "we want this together," and while neither of them said they were "trying," they knew in their hearts what they were doing. Hawk didn't have to know it was all thanks to his little game.

#hawk moskowitz x chubby reader #eli hawk moskowitz #hawk moskowitz x reader #hawk moskowitz smut #hawk moskowitz #eli moskowitz headcanons #eli moskowitz imagine #eli moskowitz smut #eli moskowitz x reader #eli moskowitz #suggestive #cobra kai #cobra kai headcanons #cobra kai x reader #cobra kai x chubby reader #cobra kai x plus size reader #chubby reader #plus size reader #gemini sensei

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flowerandblood · 3 months

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Fanfic authors have copyright on their work and it is protected by law, like any artwork. It stems from moral copyright, which people who enjoy stealing plot ideas, gifs or fanarts confuse with economic copyright.

So from the outset:

moral copyright protects the author's indefinite and indissoluble bond with the work. It results from the creator's emotional and intellectual involvement in the creation of the piece. This bond cannot be extinguished. It cannot be transferred or waived.

The rights cover the author's contribution to the work, what he gave of himself − the things he independently invented and the way he described them − in other words, all the things that don't make up the canon, are not source material or are not obvious (you can't say that someone independently invented that the characters breathe, have sex, the way it happens, because it's related to the culture we live in and the predetermined rules).

What fanfic or fanart authors don't have the right to do is to profit financially from their work unless they get permission from the creator of the source material − HBO, for example. Some people risk a lot by doing this and in cases where someone does it on a large scale it can end up in a lawsuit.

However, creating fan content for free is not only not illegal, it is actually covered by (moral) copyright.

Some people clearly have a problem separating what can be 'stolen' and what can't, so let's get more specific.

[ what is not subject to copyright ]

− tropes

Let's not kid ourselves − often old tropes are used in new fandoms within other characters. A trope is just a template that dictates the time period and subject matter, however, there are so many ways to resolve it that an infinite number of dissimilar works can be created.

− the use of canon and source material

We cannot have someone steal from us something that is not ours. If certain dialogues or scenes have been used in a TV series, a book or, for example, explained by actors in interviews, it is not ours, it is just generally accepted knowledge that anyone can use.

− things attributed to everyone's life

People eat breakfast and dinner, take baths, text, communicate through computers, take public transport or cars. These are normal things, and the mere fact that a character in someone's story 'drove a car' or 'ate breakfast' is no discovery or plagiarism.

[ what constitutes plagiarism ]

− copying someone else's style of expression

Anyone who writes knows that authors create their own distinctive style quite quickly, use their favourite words, combine them in their own specific way. They structure dialogue differently, divide paragraphs differently, narrate characters' minds differently. If someone wants to write a particular lead as we do, it's easy to spot what I'll deal with in the next section.

− copying plot solutions, dialogues, characters' thoughts with only slight modification

By this I mean those solutions that are invented by us. For example, in my story where Aemond is the Young Pope, my authorial solution is not that the action takes place in the Vatican or that my heroine has to kiss his hand like every pope.

My authorial solutions are that they have breakfast together in the garden, their conversation on the roof, his interview, what my heroine helps him with and why, his story, the fact that he compares my heroine to Bernini's sculptures, all their dialogues, intimate scenes and other side characters that I invented for the plot.

If someone writing their story used the things I mentioned in the previous paragraph it wouldn't be inspiration, it would be plagiarism − I spent hours making it up, and what? Someone would think it was good material and rework it for themselves?

What does not fall under "plagiarism" in this story − all the references to the source material, i.e. The Young Pope − the fact that the protagonist smokes, that his mother is a nun, that the action takes place in the Vatican, that he wants to bring about a revolution, that he exercises physically and walks around in a white tracksuit.

− the sequence of events not following from the canon, i.e. the so-called storyline

I don't mean that the characters meet and have sex, because let's agree that's the general sense of smut fanfic. It's about how it happens − where and why the characters meet, what happens to them next, their conversations, dilemmas and so on.

The fact that my male character from The Man in the Black Mask is actually a completely different person that everyone thought, what happens to the protagonist's mother and herself, what happens afterwards to her and her father, Aemond's backstory − it was all a product of my imagination. If someone wanted to write a new sworn protector Aemond and used my plot solutions leading to similiar results, it would be plagiarism.

− dialogues and creating tension in intimate scenes

We can all agree that when it comes to smut and sex scenes, we all go in circles because the number of ways it can be done is very limited, so I would be very careful with accusations in these areas. However, still, what an author can do, and what makes these stories so popular, is to create tension through full dialogue and gestures − and copying these can already be something clearly proven.

to sum up

One or two paragraphs like ours for an entire story may be a bit of an exaggerated accusation, unless of course they are copied word for word. We have to follow logic. Sometimes it's better to ask an outsider who doesn't write:

Hey, do you think these two paragraphs are similar?

We, as people accustomed to and connected with our works, can find "references" to our work very quickly, but it may turn out that a person from the side will make us realize that the similarity to the essence is distant and comes down only to the fact that the scene takes place, e.g. in the car and the hero is sad, but that's it.

Sometimes it is better to think carefully before we want to be "inspired" by someone and before we "accuse" someone of this "inspiration". It is worth taking screenshots and comparing the two works if we feel that someone may have been inspired too much.

If we find this to be the case, such common areas should be highlighted and preferably a screenshot should be sent to the author with a request for clarification, retaining all evidence beforehand, of course.

Remember that everyone has the right to explain themselves.

However, if we do not receive a reply and we see such a person publishing further, it is worth to write publicly about our observations and simply warning that this person may be copying other people's work (unless the quotations, dialogue and sentences are almost identical, in which case the word "certainly" is needed).

I generally caution authors against using the word "inspiration" and looking for such in fandom. Look for them in literary classics, where no one will accuse you of plagiarism.

Personally, I read the stories of only 2-4 people, my closest friends, whose works I adore, but also thanks to the limitation of their number, I know what they write about, what their plots looks like and that I will not be "inspired" by them in any way, even involuntarily − apart from improving my language, which is always a good thing.

#copyright #fanfiction writer #fanfic writing #fanfic copyrights #plagiarism #fanfic plagiarism #fanfic authors #fanfic fandom #hotd fandom #fanfiction #copyright law

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thelovelybitten · 4 months

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more loonatics headcanons / shenanigans...

i've been on such a binge watch of lu that I just need to post abt it okay leave me alone

BUT I'VE NOTICED THINGS !!! (this is s2 ep4) !! you kind of get an insight of what they all like to do and things they enjoy with these bedroom stills.

ACE:

obviously: likes carrots, cute lil bunny.

HIS LIL DOORMAT DJSNGJSDNJK

i couldn't zoom in enough to see what's on his monitor but you know he likes to watch shows before bed. relatable content.

the fact he's got two side tables as well gives me eating in his bed vibes but also he'd be clean abt it. i also think he'd be a big comic book reader. not sure what, but he would be. I'll let y'all decide.

speaking on that, there's a shelf with books on the far right so yeah. i think he'd also read manga bc of his anime complex. he may also keep some sort of CDs ? maybe vinyls ???

i know this man keeps katanas and a dartboard in his room.

he's a snowboarder !!!! THAT'S SO COOL. he must be a god bc this man is AGILE.

he's got a skyline view PHEWWWWW rich ass mf

also. an aquarium on his right (our left) which is so fun I wonder what kinds of marine life they'd keep!!!

I'm also not sure what the compartment behind his head is for but I think its a closed-off bookshelf or space for his knick-knacks. i also see a fireplace too but idk how logical that is lol

LEXI:

NOW WHY SHE SLEEPING IN A HAMMOCK WHEN THE GIRLIE COULD HAVE A QUEEN SIZED BED ??? she's quirky like that ig. whatever makes her comfy. (I know she'd upgrade, I just know. just bc she can sleep anywhere doesn't mean she's always comfortable.)

a phone/pager by her bed is so real

THE WALLPAPER IS BEACHY IT'S SO CUTE

she's a SKIIER AND A SURFER. WHAT CAN'T SHE DO. (seasickness who)

cabinet obvi for storage, idk why she'd have anything important in there besides old childhood items it's so high up???

lower shelves are for books and things maybe. or video games.

AND DO YOU SEE THE AQUARIUM ??? THIS CONFIRMS THAT LEXI AND ACE HAVE NEIGHBOURING BEDROOMS AND NO ONE CAN CHANGE MY MIND. there has to be some type of barrier/wall between the two tanks for privacy reasons but I'M DEAD GNFDGNDJKFNJDFNKHK MY BABIES

opposing skyline views so iconic... i know she takes mad insta pictures (or duck takes them) to get good sunset shots

i believe the items on the table are her laptop, a makeup bag andddd maybe a clutch purse? just a guess bc they're so tiny.

laptop makes sense. it'd be hard but she could still try to get an education on the side??? lots of work for a girl but she's a boss like that.

makeup for obvious reasons

clutch purse for nights out

SLAM:

THE WAY I'D BE SO SCARED FOR THAT WEIGHT TO DROP ON MY HEAD. SLAM IS A TROOPER WTF

I remember sumth abt that cylinder thingy on the left but I can't remember what it's for yet. will update when the ep comes.

MANS IS AN INTELLECTUAL !! those are all comic books (like ace, they bond) and language workbooks.

the poster of pizza is SO REAL OF HIM

there's a teeny tiny chute beside his door and I wonder what it's for. maybe it's a scanner? idk

light above his head is also...a choice.

i'd like to think that the things at the end of his bed are air purifiers and that slam has some sort of breathing issue when he goes to sleep. maybe he grinds his jaw or is a mouth breather;;;

computer for gaming tings and other endeavours

A WHOLE ASS TREADMILL YEAH BUDDY U STAY IN SHAPE.

i know this man doesn't have a WHOLE ASS DRUMSTICK IN HIS BED. but makes sense. he totally eats in bed BUT IS MESSY ABT IT. duck and lexi HATE IT IT'S NASTY HAHAH they ask him to switch his sheets and vacuum almost everyday

DUCK:

THIS MAN IS SO CONCEITED I CAN'T Y'ALL.

but like ace, he also has a tv by his bed I know he and lexi would watch romcoms together

K-DRAMAS???? SPECIFICALLY SINGLES INFERNO (only bc s3 just came out, it's on the brain) duck just boasts abt how he's better looking than all of the other males while lexi is very much about the relationships/drama

his little peek-a-boo window behind his head is so cute :"))))

I have no god damn clue what that thing is beside him on the left but I'm sure it's important

but he wears headphones to sleep !!! must need white noise or rain to sleep

control panel for his lights and other digitally controlled shit in his room

THIS MAN HAS SO MANY MAGAZINES AND NEWSPAPER ARTICLES ABOUT HIMSELF AND THE LOONATICS (but only bc he is in them, thank yew) I also think he'd carry a lot of fashion magazines too. things that are in. the second a fad ends he's done w it

I'm assuming this is an arcade game setup, but i think he'd love Mario kart :) him and tech love to battle on this but move it to the main room bc duck thinks tech is cheating bc "the screen is two small".

i know this man would sleep with mf silk sheets and a fleece comforter he's a bougie bitch

computer for obvious reasons

REV:

i had to include all four shots bc he is a sleepwalker/runner LOOK AT HOW CUTE HE IS ;U;

it looks like he sleeps in a casket-like bed (hence, the lid is open top centre) I believe he only has this open when he's awake so idk who forgot to close it. it needs to be closed so that when rev does actually get up and sleepwalks, he's contained. the last thing the loonatics want to wake up to is the house completely trashed bc rev had a dream he was running from something. so casket bed it was.

that's also why. he doesn't sleep with sheets. if he trips and falls oh lord. therefore he wears super warm pjs in the winter to not freeze to death

he's got a ton of books, rightfully so, I think he and tech would share this bookcase because it would have different manuals, blueprints and miscellaneous mechanical guides. robot guides. that too. i also think rev would be that person who re-reads his childhood books over and over again and not get sick of them ever

there is also a treadmill in this room I just know it

a tv as well. idk where, but I hc it's there.

TECH:

thanks for giving me nothing to work with here

I kind looked forward into the ep and there's a smidge of the bedroom in a frame but idk what the other shit could be

but I know his room is very clean. it's SPOTLESS. everything is organized and well put together.

I'm going to ignore the fact he suckles his thumb bc this man is 24 years old BYE

there's a whole bunch of ai robots in there to do anything he wants.

he is also the other loonatic who has their own bathroom. he only got it bc he won the straw draw. well, ace won technically, but gave it to tech bc he was the oldest and would keep it in the best shape. duck still hasn't forgiven him for it.

he shares it with lexi since she's the only lady in the house :) ain't no way she shares with the boys.

the others share the other bathroom. one more gets installed later but the other four are SOL

tech also has a nice walk-in closet

he needs to take melatonin b4 bed bc this man is noctournal

has drones scattered on shelves, ones he's built and ones he's collected from professors and other inventors

AAAAND THAT'S IT. THANKS FOR COMING TO ANOTHER TED TALK LOL I'MMA GO FINISH S2 XOXO

#faves: lu #loonatics unleashed #viv speaks #looney tunes #loonatics headcanons #nah i popped off #i love my kids to BITS IDC.#i have so many more hcs AAAAAA #my brain is a wormhole of knowledge #i hate hyperfixating on things but i love them at the same time lol #anywayyyys i'll be back most likely haha #xoxoxo

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changingplumbob · 2 months

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The Knightstone's 3rd House

Suzanna and Adam both like *checks* Contemporary, Cosmolux and Modern decor. Both of them like blue and purple (for obvious reasons) Suzanna also likes black and pink while Adam likes brown and white. This is their new property in Chestnut Ridge and I don't mind it looking out of place because... aliens.

Through the front door is a small lounge. The door opposite the TV leads to a guest bathroom, while the one behind the TV (beside the alien birth certificates) leads to the nursery.

Of course at the moment Silas is still insisting on sharing a room with Pollock and there will be space if he wants to stay here once he's a child. And there's another downstairs room if he doesn't.

If we go past the lounge you have the stairs we like to use these for going up upstairs and to the basement. The glass door leads to the side porch. Door on the left is the empty downstairs room, door on the right is the office.

In the office we have what I would call the small crystals and small metals collections. Suzanna is still missing some so neither cabinet is "finished" yet. Also lots of empty space on the element shelf, rack, container, display. Both Adam and Suzanna have computers and there's plenty of books (love me some books)

Dining area is past the lounge, stairs and side corridor. We've got more of Suzanna's prints collections in here, as well as an Art piece Adam got from his career as an art critic. Archway leads to the kitchen which is miraculously uncluttered at the moment as we haven't finished unpacking.

Going upstairs we have the room Adam hates the most because he self discovered he's squeamish didn't he with the complete (alive) alien collection and the start of the frog collection. Also got the handy dandy cloning machine Suzanna invented. The top porch is pretty bare right now but may get some furniture after another pay day.

Suzanna and Adam have the room upstairs. Of course their lamps are hover lamps Suzanna made. They also have the decontamination pod in their bathroom because we love a speedy shower in this household.

And the basement. Unassuming but also just more space for Suzanna's growing collections which I'm always trying to figure out how to display. She's one geode and one MySims trophy away from having a second and third complete collection. Still got plenty of fossils left, some large gems and large metals.

#sims 4 #the sims 4 #the sims #simblr #draft from the past #show us your builds #ts4 #BuildOrReno #Did anyone get my Surviving Christmas reference

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thegoblinboy · 1 year

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Title: “big boy” (ftm steve harrington)

Summary: Steve Harrington has never asked someone out successfully, unless you count Nancy without them turning him down because he’s trans. Tonight during his last week at family video before it closes, a certain Eddie Munson asks him out and it goes a lot better then what he thought it would

Tags: #transsteve #suggestivejoking (rest down below)

Word count: 1502

Ships: Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson

Square and prompt: B1, trans steve

@steveharringtonbingo

Steve lazily keeps his head propped up on family videos counter as he stares up at the small tv currently plying a old Clint Eastwood movie. No matter what he did he always found himself staring at the screen and trying to take notes about how the character held himself. Shoulders back, chest out and standing as tall as possible. Chin raised up a bit as if the character was looking down at everyone. Steve knew who used to do that, thought it would be the only way he could convince everyone he was passing. Biting his lip he moves twirling a strand of hair around a finger before stopping when he catches his reflection in the mirror. He needed a haircut, and bad. The ends were starting to grow dead, and he felt like the feminine parts of his face was starting to pop out more. He scratches at his thigh, the itchiness from where he did his shot agitating his skin. He doesn’t think about it to long as he quickly straightens his back as he hears the bell of the door ring. Relaxing a little when he realizes it’s not one of the older women who liked commenting about everything.

The person, he recognizes as Eddie Munson. A boy that was a frequent visitor. Steve moves his head back onto his hand and starts watching the movie again. Waiting patiently for the other to come to him and check out. Knowing already that the movie was probably going to be some horribly produced horror movie from the eighties. He bounces his leg up and down anxiously as he waits and waits. Ten minutes of the movie passes before a tape is being placed on the counter. A awkward cough is made as Eddie Munson tightly smiles at Steve. Who smiles awkwardly in return as he flips the tape over. Scanning it and looking at the screen as a big red error sign pops up on the screen. Groaning he rolls his chair to get closer to the computer. Typing away before shaking his head, “it says you haven’t returned the last two movies you borrowed?” Steve asks raising a eyebrow looking at the other. Who shifts on his right foot before his left. Groaning after a pause and picking up the tape to go put the case back on the shelf.

Steve sighs waving his hand for the other to come to him. “We’re closing permanently in like a month, so I don’t really give a shit. You mind as well keep the other movies as well. Not like we aren’t going to do a big sale at the end of the month with them anyway.” He chuckles as he moves handing the tape to the other. Before leaning back in the Rollie chair and propping his shoes up on the counter. Trying to get back to the movie before he realizes the other was still standing in front of him. Wearing a denim vest over a band t shirt. If Steve looked closer he was sure that it was a Ozzy shirt. A small pin with different shades of blue like a flag almost, was currently on the right pocket of the denim vest. He’s about to ask whether or not the other had a staring problem or not before the others quickly moving up to the counter. Breathing a bit heavily, it was a tad creepy at how heavy the other was breathing.

“Doyoupossiblywanttogooutonadatewithme.” Eddie spits out. No pause for air as he stares at Steve through his bangs. Once again, wearing a equally outdated hair cut along with the denim vest. The guy looked like he wanted to live in the eighties. Who the hell wanted that was beyond the point. What was strange was that he was asking Steve of all people out. He thought it was painfully obvious that he wasn’t a real guy, and here - an obviously gay guy was asking him out. Gender euphoria fills him first, before dread comes second. Almost like a after thought. Steve tenses a little as he makes fists on his side. Growing anxious as he stutters a little, not a coherent word coming out. He understood what the other had said shockingly. He’s never been asked out before, it had always been him who done the asking. Each time he would have to clarify that he was trans so that the other wouldn’t break his heart later on when they realized he didn’t have a dick. Now, this felt as if he had to come out. Something he hadn’t mentally hyped himself up for.

He’s trying to figure out how to work his mouth for a second before he takes a deep breath. Face a bit pink, stomach doing flips and heart aching. “Well- that depends.” He says softly. Awkwardly crossing his arms over his chest, feeling the outline of his binder that had been digging into his sides since he got here. In a rush to get to work he had tossed it on immediately after shower, causing the material to stick to his skin more then what it should have been. That and a part of his brain believes that his chest has gotten bigger, when in reality his shoulders have gotten broader.

“Depends on what?” Eddie stumbles over his words. Staring at the other with hope and excitement. Moving as he sets the movie on the counter and leans forward a bit. The careful not to get in the others space, never breaking eye contact as he does. His eyes are soft, and welcoming which was convincing Steve that he could trust him. But he’s met the hugest Allie’s of the LGBTQ+ community who have changed completely when they find out he’s trans.

“Well, if you’re okay going out with a dude that literally doesn’t have balls… unless you count the ones on my chest.” Steve says bitterly. He wasn’t good at coming out, this was just proving to himself further that he didn’t know how to do this at all. He never stops looking at the other, wants to watch every reaction the other has. Doesn’t want to miss this, so he can teach himself a lesson. Remember the next time that someone asks him out, to just say no. What he doesn’t expect is Eddie to pull back with a relieved look. Before tapping at the pin on his chest. Specifically the white stripe.

“White part is for trans guys and those in between Stevie, now what time am I picking you up at?” Eddie grins before he’s frowning. “Wait- no. What time are you picking me up?” He says with a smirk. Leaning his head on his hand as he grins at Steve who is completely baffled and close to falling on his face from the chair he was on. He was a flustered mess, and he felt like Clint Eastwood was taunting him for not being manly. Though at the moment he doesn’t give a shit as he moves pulling out his phone. Setting it carefully on the counter and sliding it over to the other after unlocking it.

“Well, that’s something we have to figure out Hm?” Steve says making a attempt at acting cool. Inside his whole body was on fire as Eddie pulls the phone and typed in his number. “Though how do I know this isn’t your way of trying to get free movies next week when we start to sell them?” He jokes playfully, causing the others head to toss back. Laughter filling the store as Eddie shakes his head.

“Hm- you don’t.” He giggles. “That’s the best part.” He grins. Sliding the phone over back to Steve. “Now I have to go, but you better text me ASAP big boy. I need to be wooed before a date, and I want to see some of that Harrington charm so I don’t cum in my pants on our very first date.” He jokes. Wide grin on his face as its Steve’s turn to toss his head back with laughter. Playfully saluting him.

“Yes sir,” he laughs as he watches the other twirl his hair. Stepping back as he hides his face for a second. Before turning on his heel to leave the store. Steve’s shaking his head before realizing the other forgot his movie. Snorting he messages the other, which is read almost immediately. Followed with a certain Eddie Munson running in awkwardly. Cursing under his breath as his face is a light pink. Nearly falling on his face when Steve winks at him.

“Keep looking at me like that Harrington, I might just let you use my strap on me.” He spits out without thinking before he’s covering his mouth. Looking at a stunned Steve who, at that very point had expected to never be able to top in any relationship with the lack of equipment. Steve lets himself fall out of his chair when the other lets the door click behind him.

#modern au #trans steve harrington #steddie #stranger things #steve x eddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #bxb #steveharrington #steveddie #eddie stranger things #steve and eddie #Steve is still learning the social standards of being a guy #Eddie doesn’t give a shit #Steve’s a pretty boy and Eddie loves pretty boys

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theholypeanut · 9 months

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Being Ego Jinpachi’s smart daughter with zero athletic skills

Disclaimer: This is a headcanon for my bestie who is a huge Ego Stan and we joked once how “damn if Ego get a kid who is awful in sports it will be a disaster” and here I am, making it reality - this is part 1

Warning: Ego is not the best dad, Kunigami and Isagi have one braincell, for now no romo, just funny vibes, platonic

Afab!reader

○ Since the day you were born, the bar was set HIGH

○ Unfortunately the older u get the more obvious it is that your eye-legs coordination is just not existing

○ Ego is very disappointed and makes you train either way, thinking that with hard work you can still represent the level he wishes

○ Noel Noa is your godfather, but he just told Ego that maybe u will find different hobby

○ Excuse me like what?

○ However, thankfully you are very smart and developed amazing computer skills at young age

○ To bond with your dad more, you helped him with the programming of Blue Lockmans and worked hard to make the Blue Lock project work from technical point of view

○ It actually took a lot of pressure off your shoulders that your dad is so happy with progress this teenage boys are making

○ U guys have great time and you actually spend lots of time in the Blue Lock cockpit…

○ Because Damn, watching the boys is better than any telenovela on tv

○ Angst, betrayal, friendships - it has it all and you got invested af, eating popcorn while watching another episode of Team Z dramatic encounters

○ As you are similar age you also divided them into smash or pass categories in your free time

○ Until one day, because of your dad’s awful diet Anri encouraged you to go pick up some food from the Blue Lock cantine to get some actual proteins “but don’t let anyone see you”

○ Excitement went through the roof, as you cannot really leave the cockpit area

○ U wore your Blue Lock sweatshirt and sweatpants and went on your secret James Bond adventure to pick up some steak

○ Everything was doing great, because it was close to the bath/bed time, but then you accidentally met Isagi and Kunigami in the cantine and u panicked

○ However what saved u was lack of brain cells of your favourite telenovela characters

○ “Damn there are so many pretty boys in here, I didn’t think there would be another person looking like Chigiri”

○ U feel like an isekaied character just put inside your favourite novel, and decided to play your cards right

○ “ughmmm thanks bro” you lowered your voice to not get busted on the spot

○ You are absolutely clueless how anyone would take you for an athletic boy when you barely have any muscles but ok

○ U decided to eat some steak with them and try to avoid any personal questions, just asking them about their experiences so far (even when you know everything since u pretty much watch them on security cameras all the time)

○ To fish for some compliments u say stuff like “don’t u guys think the system here is amazing?? Oh my god this place is so great” but unfortunately they are just football freaks and don’t appreciate true art

○ To be fair you preferred to meet Bachira bc u liked him the most, you are a total fangirl over this bee boy, but u take what you can

○ It was getting late and you were scared that Anri would notice you on the cameras, so you decided you’d go back

○ “Oh you haven’t say from which team you are??” Isagi apparently was looking for more boys into his harem

○ “Em… Team B” you lied. “Say hi to Bachira from me” and u just waved to them and walked away.

○ After sprinting back to cockpit, apparently no one noticed how long you’ve been gone, so you deleted all of the camera footage from the encounter

○ Now just wait till they notice in second selection that there is actually, no Team B.

By slowlyholypeanut - please don’t steal, respect, don’t change

Pretty sparkles by @benkeibear thank u so much for your amazing work ✨

#blue lock #blue lock headcanons #bllk #ego jinpachi #isagi yoichi #kunigami rensuke #blue lock platonic

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tsukkis-little-dove · 1 year

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𖧷 Study Buddy 𖧷

Kei had something he needed to ask.

Fluff!!

Word count: 1k

Warnings: kissing :)

You stare at Tsukishima, your brain unable to comprehend, fathom even, what is coming out of his mouth. The background noise of the library is completely drowned out by the TV static within your mind. You sat across from Tsukishima, laptop screens separating you two. He adjusts his glasses with one hand, the redness of his cheeks becoming more obvious the more you look at him.

You two had been studying for the upcoming exam, reviewing the content with each other. Quizzing one another every few slides, bantering about who was right. It had become a competition up until he threw an unexpected question at you.

“What are your feelings towards me?” His head tilting to one side slightly, his demeanor becoming stoic compared to the serious one he had with you most of the time.

He had been wanting to ask you this for weeks. Opportunities presented themself but he never had the guts. It would always be interrupted with you asking why he was making that face or if he needed your help, for once, to answer a question. But today, here, in this moment he had to know, because the feelings he had for you got stronger every day.

You look at him over your computer screen, your eyes widening and mouth opening slightly. Butterflies fill your stomach, you take a quick breath in, trying to form an answer.

Tsukishima and you had been friends for months now, frequently studying together and sitting next to each other during lectures. He was a constant in your life, a rock really. He kept your head in line with school, didn’t goof around unless it was late and you were delirious, he was a safety net. He would be the one you called when you couldn’t figure out an answer to a homework question, and he always answered. No matter the time of day. Sure he would mess with you, giving you a hard time for not knowing, you usually shooting back a ‘why do I even bother’ before he eases up and gives you the answer.

For him you were a really good friend. He felt like he could be vulnerable, laugh, and have a good time. You made him feel comfortable. He first developed a crush on you when you started passing him notes during class with silly doodles. A bright pink sticky note with purple pen ink reading ‘I have no idea what is going on’ with a dumb smiley face on it. From then on, he kept those notes in his binder. They would fall out sometimes and he would read them again, a wide smile developing with each word. Then it got worse when you would then whisper in his ear, asking questions about the powerpoint. The feeling of your breath on his ear gave him shivers, blood rushing to his face each time. When you started studying with him he would periodically glance at you on your computer, watching as you furrowed your brow at certain things. He could tell when you were lost, a sigh of defeat usually followed by you dropping your pen on the desk. He would raise his eyebrows at you before smiling and asking ‘anything I can help with?’ To which you two would banter about how easily you give up, causing you to laugh. The laugh he loved to hear.

“I don’t really know what you’re looking for me to say, Tsukishima.” Anxiety raising in your chest. “Like what kind of feelings?”

He sighed, “I know how I feel about you, I just want to hear what you have to say first before I make a fool of myself.”

“Oh,” you put your hands in your lap, fidgeting with a pen.

Up until this point, you hadn’t thought of him as more than just a friend. But thinking about it more- the glances during class, the coffee he would bring you some mornings, the always answered calls- you realize he took care of you. He cared for you.

He could see the gears moving, the fidgeting you do when you are unsure, his heart beginning to quicken as the thought of you saying what he feared the most.

“Tsukishima,” you spoke without looking up. The fear that what you two had could be ruined with the wrong words bubbling in your stomach.

“Yes,” his tone was unlike you’ve heard before, an ounce of worry in his usual unwavering voice.

You finally look at him, his brown eyes intently on you. “I’m afraid,” you take a pause before continuing.

His stomach falls into his butt, his shoulders sinking slightly.

You blink a few times, making sure to pick the right words. “I…I like you.” Now a bright pink hue radiating on your cheeks. “But I like you more than just friends.”

His demeanor immediately relaxes, he lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding until now.

“Is that… what you wanted to hear?” You become skeptical.

He chuckles at your insecurity, “I’ve had a crush on you for months now. And I’m just glad you feel the same.” He closed his computer, putting it away in his backpack. “Let’s go get some coffee.”

You follow suit, nervously joining him as you walk down the spiral stairs.

Now you feel nervous around him. It was weird how just admitting a few simple things made such a difference.

He opens the door for you, but right after you pass him he grabs your backpack handle. You stop in your tracks and turn to him. Before you have a second to ask why, he grabs the straps to your backpack and pulls you in pressing his lips against yours.

His lips were warm and soft. He gently touches your warming cheeks as he kisses you repeatedly, savoring every one. You hesitate at first but relax as he coaxes you for more. You kiss him back softly, the feeling of his hands against your face makes the nervousness disappear. He pulls away slightly, just enough to look over your face.

Your pupils were dilated, the color of your eyes much brighter than they were before. Your lips are now puffy and reddened. A gentle smile covers both of your faces.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited to do that.”

#tsukishima kei #confession #study date #tsukishima kei x reader #tsukishima fluff #tsukishima scenarios #haikyuu #tsukki simp #he’s a secret softy and you know it #Em’s thoughts

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haveyouseenthisskeleton · 10 months

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s/o works as a hacker. one evening, s/o and skelly decided to watch the news and after a short time, the news says that some anonymous hacker was able to defuse terrorist bombs scattered around the city in crowded places, thereby saving the entire city, and that they could give a reward in the form of a huge amount of money (for example, 1,000,000 or so) but hacker refused, because they didn’t want their identity to be declassified. after a short pause, s/o says "you know, we could be millionaires now or something" and then switches the news channel to a children's cartoon channel and continues to watch with a straight face. how would the main 10 react?

Undertale Sans - He blinks, then looks at you, then at the TV, then at you again. You're the hacker???? He's not sure how he's supposed to take the news. Sure, you're a hero, but you probably have ennemies who wants you dead now??? How can you be ok with that??? He's speechless, not even able to be mad at you. He just doesn't know what to say.

Undertale Papyrus - "OH I KNOW, BUT IT'S BETTER TO KEEP YOUR IDENTITY A SECRET SO THE GOVERNMENT OR THE TERRORISTS DON'T FIND YOU." "... What the hell since when do you know?" "IT WAS VERY OBVIOUS." "But it was not?" "IF YOU SAY SO." You're having an existential crisis. If Papyrus knows, who else knows? And why did he tell nothing?

Underswap Sans - His mind goes blank. He very slowly turns towards you. "IT'S YOU?" You nod, not even looking at him. "YOU KNOW I THE ONE WHO PROPOSED TO FIND YOU TO GIVE YOU A REWARD, RIGHT?" You nod and add you also know he's doing it so he can control your activities better and that's ok because he could never crack your computer anyway. And that you love him. Blue is not too sure about what he's supposed to do. He needs the night to think about that.

Underswap Papyrus - "Really? How?" He's confused, as he already forgot what was on TV two minutes ago. When you facepalm, he concentrates really hard and then suddenly jerks up. "WAIT YOU'RE THE HACKER?!" He's so excited, he has so much questions! He is also dying inside because it's really dangerous and you could die, but that's fine.

Underfell Sans - "as long as we have enough to pay for the groceries at the end of the month you do the heck you want of your free time." He doesn't mind. It's not even that impressive. That's just a few bombs. He's not jealous or anything. He's so not jealous he's not going to pout in his room.

Underfell Papyrus - He looks at you like you just grow a second head. "YOU'RE JOKING RIGHT? I'M NOT VERY GOOD WITH HUMOR." You just smile innocently at him. He freezes. Nah, you have to be joking. He's the one protecting you. There's no way you're some hero who just save the entire town. He would know that. He won't get fool by your weird shenanigans. ... But you were joking, right?

Horrortale Sans - Hum... He can feel something is off, but he's not sure what. He's not very attentive either and doesn't know what you're talking about as he kinda fell asleep during the news, hugging you. He can feel you got tense though. Weird. You can feel his big red eyes on your back, suspicious. Are you hiding something from him? Maybe it's best if he doesn't know.

Horrortale Papyrus - "WITH ALL DUE RESPECT WHAT THE FUCK." Both for the hacker thingy and the reward by the way. Willow is quite shocked you just defuse BOMBS and then refused 1 MILLION gold. He understands, but still. That's a lot of money.

Swapfell Sans - "YOU REFUSED 1 MILLION GOLD?!" Omg! He can't believe it! Who cares about the bombs, you could have been rich and you said no! He's so mad! Do you even have any idea what you can do with a million gold? That's too much for him, he's leaving! He will whine and complain all day long.

Swapfell Papyrus - He's a bit shocked but quite excited too. That's so cool! Can you teach him to defuse a bomb too? He wants to try! It looks like a fun activity to do as a couple. You're not too sure about this. I mean, the guy dropped his plate carrying it from the sink to the table...

Fellswap Gold Sans - Well that's awkward. Wine might or might not be the one who put the bombs here in the first place to explode some of his rivals. You can see he is very uncomfortable and he will definitely not tell you why.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - "yeah i won the lottery but accidentally lost the ticket, that's too bad." "What?" "what?" Well, what a plotwist.

#undertale #underswap #underfell #horrortale #swapfell #fellswap gold #sans #papyrus #undertale ask blog #undertale asks #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons

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Imagine yandere Eddie with a reader who is super shy/ polite and loves giving him compliments as a thank you when he's giving her smothering affection. Stuff like "I think you're pretty 🥺" and "I love cuddling with you you're really soft and warm"

A/N: Stoopppp it's too cute I CAN'T 😍 I did a hc and blub because I have more than one idea hehe

Pairing: Dano!Riddler x reader (The Batman 2022)

Warnings: Obsessive fluffy Riddler love 💚

• I swear, Edward won't be able to stop himself from stating the obvious and cooing adoringly at you like, "Oh, beautiful, are you shy? Don't go shy on me, angel...! I love you~!" and that just gets you more flustered 🥰

• He honestly finds it soooo cute and endearing, since Eddie's not the most confident person in Gotham (especially when he's not in his Riddler getup) and he gets to take care of someone who's perfect for him 💚

• The man babies you a lot, as in the way he speaks to you sometimes and showers you with affection; not at all in a degrading or belittling way! He just thinks you're so adorable and sweet and he has to protect you at all costs and he's so in love and asdbjkgs-

• Edward's super clingy and affectionate with you, always wanting to be touching you in some way whatever the two of you are doing. You've gotten used to him sitting down next to you and just picking you up to sit in his lap, or randomly giving you all his attention and initiating, like, an hour-long cuddle session

• Physical affection is one of his biggest love languages, and since his love for you is literally immeasurable, he has to show you every hour of the day 😍

• So if he just scoops you up into his arms and whispers sweet nothings into your ear while you're watching TV, and you mumble something shyly...

• Edward rests his chin on your shoulder and hums softly in questioning for you to repeat it, and you blush and say, "You- I think you're really, um, pretty..."

• Boy's stopped working. Heart eyes to the extreme. He might just die happily right then and there. A shy, sweet compliment from the love of his life? Yep, he'll take it!!

• "R-really? Thank you... that's so sweet, angel-"

• Eddie's fallen deeper in love, if that's possible, because letting him know that you like the way he professes his love and all in your own adorable way just makes him want to cry and kiss you all over (he probably has)

• I have a really cute scenario stuck in my head for this and I have to put it in a blurb right now-

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As usual, you're held closely to Eddie's chest from behind, sitting comfortably in his lap, his computer on yours. He's tapping away as he works on his website, neon green text standing out against the stark black screen. He hums the all too familiar tune of Ave Maria contentedly under his breath, while Edward's arms are around you and resting on the keyboard, your back pressed right up against his front, his chin on your shoulder. Occasionally, he dips his head down to leave absentminded kisses on the crook of your neck, and you soak in Edward's affections happily, nibbling at your lip hesitantly before you say it.

"I... I love cuddling with you," you say quietly, and immediately the tapping of keys stops as Eddie turns his full attention to you. "You're really soft, and warm..."

You stop talking in embarrassment as you realise what you've said but in the blackness of the computer screen, you can see how Edward's eyes have widened in surprise and adoration, the words now stuck in his head along with other little timid compliments you've given him.

"Oh, darling," Eddie giggles into your neck and sighs lovingly, rocking you gently in his hold as he wraps his arms properly around your waist. "I love cuddling with you too. Because I love you... so, so much..."

You're quick to move the laptop to the nearest table now that it's been quickly forgotten by Edward, who licks and kisses the skin of your neck feverishly, attempting to turn you in his arms to cuddle you properly. Within moments, you're trapped impossibly close in his embrace, and he eagerly kisses you deeply, moaning in satisfaction and tugging gently at your hair, mumbling breathless love confessions against your lips.

Yeah, you really love cuddling with Edward.

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a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all · 1 year

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Christmas is for Friends and Family

Fandom: DC, The Suicide Squad, Rick Flag

Summary: When you tell Rick that you don’t do Christmas because it is a time for family and friends, neither of which you have, he makes it his mission to prove you wrong.

Word Count: 1510

TW: Fluff, Alone for Christmas, Found Family, Language

“Hey, Flag. Whatcha working on?” you asked as you casually sauntered into your partner’s office.

He glanced up momentarily from his computer then refocused on the screen. “Tryin’ to get these reports done so I can go home. I can’t believe Waller is making us work late on Christmas Eve.”

You plopped down heavily on the edge of his desk and grabbed a handful of candy out of the dish just next to your knee. “Seriously? That really surprise you? She’s like the Grinch, Scrooge, and Krampus all rolled into one.”

“Better be careful, if she hears you talking like that, she’ll never let you leave.”

“I don’t care. It’s not like I have plans.”

“Oh, come on, darlin’. It’s Christmas Eve! You can’t tell me you don’t have something planned.”

You tried to look as nonchalant as possible as you said, “Nope. I don’t do Christmas. Christmas is for friends and family. And I don’t have either.”

Rick looked slightly hurt. “I’m your friend.”

You popped another candy into your mouth. “No, you’re my coworker. You have to like me for the sake of the team. I meant people who I hang out with outside of work. Who actually thinks about me once they walk out those doors at night.”

You thought you heard Rick mumble something that sounded suspiciously like “I do think about you…all the time” but you brushed it off as wishful thinking. “No, I’m going to do the same thing I do every Christmas. Sleep in, spend the entire day in my pajamas, and eat three day old leftovers while I binge some crappy tv.”

“So, is that why you’re still hanging out around here even though it’s pretty obvious you are done with work?” Rick scoffed. “You just don’t want to go home to an empty apartment all alone? That’s just sad, darlin’.”

You knew he was kidding around, but the retort hit closer to home than you wanted to admit. You stood up abruptly from the desk. “Listen, I was going to offer to help you finish your paperwork in the spirit of holidays and all that, but just forget it.” You stalked to the door as Rick tried to sputter some sort of apology, but you ignored him. Just before you left the room, you spun around to face him.

“Merry Christmas, Colonel Flag.” Then you slammed his door shut loudly.

As you stalked down the hall to your office, you mentally kicked yourself for overreacting. Rick was probably the closest thing you had to a friend either inside or outside the walls of the prison. And the playful back and forth banter was just how the two of you joked around. But ever since your mom died, it had just been you on your own. And you liked it that way. However, sometimes on nights like tonight, the loneliness and isolation hit you like a truck. You had dedicated all your time and energy into your career but what did that leave you with at the end of the day? A one-bedroom apartment and some leftover Chinese take-out.

You sighed as you grabbed your keys and bag from your desk. Turning to leave, you were startled to see Rick standing in your doorway. Part of you wanted to rush over and give him a huge hug, to say how sorry you were for being a brat and storming off. But the part of you that was still hurt by his words was stronger. You pushed past him, jerking your arm out of his grasp when he went to stop you. He tried calling after you, but you just yelled, “I’ll see you on Monday” and kept going.

When you got to your car, you threw everything into the back seat and climbed in. It was only then that you let the first tears stream silently down your cheeks. Once again, you had been given the chance to make things right, and you had thrown it all away. And you wonder why you don’t have any friends.

A knock at your door woke you from your deep slumber. Groaning, you rolled over to see the clock showing 5:48. What the hell! Even on workdays, I don’t have to get up before 6. Whoever that is better just fuck off.

You didn’t hear anything else for a moment, so you snuggled back under the covers and tried to fall back asleep.

BAM, BAM, BAM. You shot up in bed as your front door rattled from the force of the knocking. Grabbing your bathrobe off your chair and your gun from under your pillow, you hurried down the hall. Reaching the front door, you peered cautiously through the peephole, gun raised. But you lowered it with an aggravated sigh as you saw the familiar Colonel on the other side.

“What the fuck do you want, Flag?” you yelled through the wood.

He pressed his face against the other side of the peephole, smiling broadly. “Merry Christmas to you too! Let us in, this hallway is freezing!”

“Then leave! I told you I don’t do Christmas!”

“Well, you do this year. Now let us in!”

You finally realize what he just said. “Wait…. who’s ‘us’?”

Unlocking the door and cracking it slightly, you were promptly shoved out of the way as it suddenly slammed open, and Rick and the entire squad burst into your apartment. You stared openmouthed as each of them filed in with armloads of decorations, food, presents, and lights.

You turn to Rick in astonishment, “How…What…?”

He beamed back brightly, throwing one arm around your shoulder. “Waller’s out of town so I was able to pull a few strings. Everyone’s got to be back by tonight, but I figured none of us should be alone for the holidays. Especially not when there are people who care about us that would love to spend them together.”

You watched as Harley organized the presents, Boomer frantically struggled with a box of tangled lights, Abner fiddled with your oven, DuBois and Lawton argued over the best spot to set the tree, and Cleo controlled a hoard of rats into stringing garland from the ceiling.

You were speechless. The tense ache that had been throbbing in your chest since last night slowly began to fade. You looked up at Rick through misty eyes, “I don’t know what to say. Especially after how I stormed out last night.”

“Ah, it’s okay, darlin’. I took it too far and I shouldn’t have teased you about being by yourself. I mean, I’m one to talk! Before I thought of this, my plans for today were eating a microwavable pizza while I reorganized my gun safe!”

You could feel his deep laugh reverberating throughout your body. It felt so comforting and safe, that you couldn’t help but lean your head into his chest. He glanced down at you and smiled, before murmuring in a softy voice so only you could hear, “Hey, I know this job can be tough. And there are times when you feel alone or isolated. But I’m here for you, always. You are so much more to me than just a coworker. You are the best partner and friend a guy could ask for. And I’m sorry if I never said that before.”

“No, I feel the same way about you. I don’t know why I said that last night. You’ve always been an amazing friend, Rick. And I’m sorry if I made you feel otherwise. And this?” You motioned to the chaotic merriment throughout your apartment. “This is one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for me.” You rolled out from under his arm to stand chest-to-chest facing one another. Then you wrapped your arms around his waist, looking up at his face. “But I do have one question for you.”

He ducked his head lower until it hovered just above yours. “And what’s that?”

Lowering your voice, you whispered, “Did Cleo bring those rats with her or were they already in my apartment?....You know what, I don’t want to know.”

Rick chuckled again as he pulled you closer against his chest, wrapping his strong arms around your back. You opened your mouth, but before you could say anything else, Harley popped up holding a wilted piece of parsley over your heads.

You eyed her curiously. “Uh, Harls…. What are you doing?”

She shrugged. “I couldn’t find any mistletoe. And I figured neither one of you would ever make a move on your own so…” She shook the pathetic plant for emphasis.

Rick and you quickly exchanged an embarrassed look but then he stared deep into your eyes. “It might not be the real thing, but it is a tradition.”

You smiled coyly back at him. “Colonel Flag, are you asking if you can kiss me?”

He blushed slightly as he muttered, “Well, you know… the mistletoe... and only if you want to.”

Grabbing his chin, you pulled him down towards your lips. “You never needed an excuse to do this.”

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part 1 -> part 2 -> part 3 -> part 4 -> part 5*

He knows when They need

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Chapter 5 Song: Bite ‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - -୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

The following morning, in the Ada Building

Sitting in the office, behind Yosano and Naomi, Aeris listens to the news, looking behind him at the sound of heavy steps.

“Hey, did you hear what happened?” Kunikida, a tall blond with a rat tail asks.

“Yeah, it’s on the news.” Dazai replies.

“As we reported earlier, a seven story building has completely vanished overnight” The tv showed a missing building “according to one of our sources, the building was used to house a front company for the notorious Port Mafia while details surrounding…”

Aeris’s attention was taken away from the news as Kunikida starts speaking, keeping his eyes on the news. “So this is the message.”

“No one’s seen Kenji since yesterday,” Jun’ichiro looks over at Kunikida, Dazai bringing his hand up to his chin. “I’m really starting to worry about him now…” Jun’ichiro was holding Kenji’s straw hat close to him, eyebrows raised in worry.

“So they’ll get rid of anyone whether it’s us or the Port Mafia…” Dazai explains the situation slightly as Naomi and Yosano turn around in their chairs, Aeris still facing the TV.

“Jun’ichiro, I don’t want you out there on your own,” Kunikida tells him, pointing behind him at Atsushi, “Work with Atsushi to find Kenji. Dazai, You’ll be with me, we’ll consult the president.” Kunikida turns towards Atsushi fully “We don’t know what kind of power they have,” Aeris turns around to say something but isn’t able to intercept in time.

“If you encounter them, retreat immediately.”

“Right!” Atsushi agrees, turning around with Jun’ichiro walking right behind him. Naomi stands up and knocks Aeris’s arm with her elbow, sitting him down in her seat as she leaves, holding onto her brother, exclaiming something about her having to go with her big brother. Aeris sighs and shakes his head before opening her computer.

Yosano looks at him, wanting to know what the new kid will do.

“Sir Kunikida, I apologize for not speaking up earlier, but I believe I know some of the Guild’s abilities,” Aeris raises his hand, Kunikida and Dazai turning around to look at him.

“You do? How?” Kunikida asks, eyes widening and eyebrows scrunching closer in confusion.

“Yes, I do,” Aeris nods, looking down at the open computer, typing something quickly into the password bar. Naomi hadn’t given him the password but it's quite obvious what it is, getting it wrong the first time, the computer gives him a hint.

-Hint: Junni’s and I’s birthday-

‘It’s a password, not a pin, does it join their names, or birthdates by letter?’ Aeris huffs.

He gets it wrong again, and another hint.

-Hint: Has both of our names-

‘Perfect’ Aeris nods to himself, ignoring how Dazai stands behind him, watching him go into the computer successfully.

“What was the password?”

“You don’t want to know,” Aeris sighs as he continues to go through the computer, quickly typing as he gets some small facts of the guild. Looking over to Yosano, he asks for a paper and pen with a small smile.

Quickly writing down some facts about the stronger individuals of the guild, like the leader of the guild’s ability and so on. The black and green screen gives the boy the information needed to write down.

“Here,” Aeris quickly finishes the info dump on the paper, grabbing it and handing it behind him to Dazai, who takes it and reads over it.

“Sooo… how do you know about this?” Kunikida asks again, Dazai giving him the piece of paper.

“A magician doesn’t tell their tricks, it wouldn’t be magic anymore,” Aeris smiles, his dull eyes squinting in mischievousness.”It’s, sadly, too late to warn Atsushi, Jun’ichiro, and Naomi about the power of the guild, but I believe they’ll get through it just fine.”

Kunikida growls lowly, annoyed at the new kid for not giving them this information sooner.

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TimeSkip With Atsushi a crossroad in Yokohama

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“Where did she go?!” Jun’ichiro exclaims, looking around for his dear sister.

“Is… this how they attack?” Atsushi joins in looking around, worried about the school girl.

“I… I didn’t sense that anything was off… Naomi!” Jun’ichiro runs off, taking Atsushi off guard. “Wait! It’s too dangerous!”

Nearby them, an unshaven man in a white cloak whimpers, “Where could you be Elise?” He sighs “Ah, I’m in big trouble now”

“Give her back to me!” Looking around, he sees a specific girl, the dame girl from the Guild. Jun’ichirio runs towards the girl, though he doesn’t hear the ringing of his phone.

“Let’s play a game!”

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TimeSkip In the ADA In the Main Office

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“We’re too late…” Kunikida grits his teeth, glaring towards the black and pink haired boy, beeping phone tightly held in his hand. “Why didn’t you interrupt me when-”

“It wouldn’t be nice for me to interrupt someone who is superior to me,” Aeris shrugs, continuing to write more things, though without the computer. He was writing facts that he knew about form the Mafia in as much detail as he could.

“That’s different, but in important matters like this-”

“Don’t you have something important to do with Dazai?”

“I-”

“Exactly, you should go.”

Kunikida sighs, eyebrow twitching as he and Dazai leave. Dazai chuckles when they leave, hands intertwining behind his head. “I like that kid.” "Of course you do…” Kunikida shakes his head.

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Back inside the office

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“Actually, how did you get so much information about the Guild and the Port Mafia?” Yosano asks, reading the papers written by Aeris, he has surprisingly good handwriting.

“It’s not that much actually,” Aeris mumbles, Ranpo smiling at him in curiosity “It's just their abilities and a little bit of their pasts.”

“Do you know about us?” Ranpo asks, pouting.

“Of course I do,” Aeris chuckles, leaning back in Naomi’s seat, “I know around 40% of everyone here.”

“Do you know about Dazai's last job?” Yosano asks.

“Yep,” Aeris pops the p, “I actually learnt a lot from hacking into the systems. Shocking, you guys didn’t notice!” He shrugs, huffing.

“I know more about the other members of the guild and port mafia, but it’s best if we keep that information under wraps, you wouldn’t want to feel soft about the circumstances of the enemy right?”

Aeris closes his eyes, the images of the dead bodies at his school ingrained behind his eyelids makes him instantly open them back up. He sighs, shaking his head before looking at the small stack of papers in front of him, Ranpo smiling at him.

Aeris huffs a laugh before grabbing the pen beside him and reading the information of what he needs to do.

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TimeSkip With Aeris Walking home

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Walking home to the small apartment building, four bags hanging off of his arms. He enters his place after placing down his bags in front of the doors, a small smile on his face. The small boy, who is no longer that small, and mom were still living beside him, the old lady was living on the first floor, and the landlord was still the same nice man that let him stay for free.

“I’m home,” Aeris sings to no one, the place dark and gloomy, a framed picture of his mother and father looking at him. He sighs, taking off his scarf and shoes at the entrance before going straight to the bathroom, taking off his clothes, placing his toothbrush in his mouth as he turns on the shower. As he waits for the water to turn warm, he brushes his teeth, and places his clothes near the washing machine. Spitting out the blue paste, he gets ready to go inside the shower, washing his hair and body in relaxation, coming out, and changing into his pajamas,

He comes out of the bathroom, walking towards the door, making sure he locks it, before looking into what was his parent’s bedroom.

It stills looks the same, the room has two futons next to each other, two closets opposite of each other, and a vanity. It used to be more full, but when his mother died, the lady helped take out her stuff from her room, and even kept some jewelry for herself with the permission of Aeris. It made him happy for something so beautiful to be enjoyed by another person.

Aeris closes the door, looking into the fridge, he wasn’t hungry, but he just felt the need to check. He closes the fridge and goes to his room again. Finally laying down in his futon, he closes his eyes, the images of his mother’s crushed head turned into the mangled bodies of the students and the ripped open stomach of the teacher before it disappeared.

Sleep wasn’t coming so easily, so he kept his eyes closed and thought.

He knew he was adopted, and he was happy, adopted by a nice couple after his biological parents left him in Japan, he was ten by then. He didn’t want to change his last name, he had gotten attached to it, but he will alway consider the man his father, and the woman his mother. They taught him so much in such a short time. How to read, write, and speak in japanese, how to be polite to elders and enrolled him into a japanese highschool when he turned of age.

He didn’t have many friends, no one wanted to talk to him, and those who did were considered weird.

He huffs, remembering the time a boy tried to spill milk over him, but Aeris knew that was coming. They didn’t believe that he could understand Japanese, so when the time came and the open carton of milk was over his head, he abruptly stood up, head hitting the boy's hand and making the milk go over the bully instead of the victim.

He remembers the laughter and the twitching eye of the bully as he shook from the cold drink. Aeris had turned around to ‘apologize’ and act innocent. He succeeded, and from then he decided to eat in another place in the school, taking the time to make himself a bento when his mother couldn’t make it for him.

A tear passes through the closed eyelid as he slowly falls asleep.

Just what will tomorrow come up with?

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