#Platonically and respectfully of course

[dollya-robinprotector]

Believe me, when I said I needed him, I NEED HIM.

[shyrule]

Banana bread as an “please don’t hate me I’m sorry we haven’t talked in forever apology?

only if i can say it back.

[msfantasy-anime]

Daughter of Jinbe

Monster Trio x Reader

Request: How would the monster trio (separately) feel about reader who secretly turns out to be the adopted daughter of jinbai?

A/n: i’m not sure if you wanted this to be romantic or platonic so I made it platonic.

Luffy

“Y/n is my daughter,” Jinbe’s deep voice rumbled across the deck, cutting through the lazy afternoon as some of the crew lounged under the sun.

“Huh?!” they all shouted in unison—everyone except Luffy, of course.

“How are you not surprised, Captain?” Franky asked, raising a brow as he watched Luffy casually pick at his teeth, lying back on the grass and staring up at the sky.

“They look alike,” Luffy said simply, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Usopp’s brain twisted painfully, trying to make sense of it. “How on earth do they look alike? Are you blind?” he snapped, eyeing Luffy with exasperation. “Y/n’s human. Jinbe’s a fishman. Even a blind man could see they look nothing alike!”

Luffy just rolled onto his side, now picking his ear instead.

He didn’t get how they couldn’t see it.

You were calm in every storm. Loyal beyond reason. You even mastered Fishman Karate just like Jinbe. That quiet strength, that steady presence—it was all the same.

To Luffy, it was obvious. You were exactly like your father.

And he couldn’t understand how the others had missed it.

Zoro

“How’d you learn Fishman Karate?” Zoro asked, raising a brow. His tone was casual, but there was clear curiosity behind it. After all, it wasn’t every day a human girl mastered a martial art considered a race’s closely guarded tradition. The real mystery was how you even found a mentor—most fishmen weren’t exactly fond of humans.

“…Well, my papa’s a fishman, so…” you replied with a shrug.

Zoro choked on his own surprise. “You’re a fishman?”

His eyes darted over you, suddenly reassessing everything. “…Or a mermaid?” he added, frowning in confusion, clearly trying to make the math work in his head.

But your laughter derailed him completely.

“Are you serious, Zoro?” you wheezed between giggles. “I was adopted by Jinbe—how do you not know this?!”

Sanji

“Wow!” Sanji gasped, his eyes turning into shimmering pink hearts as he gazed across the deck. His entire body froze in place, as if struck by lightning, before melting into a dramatic pose—one hand clutched his chest while the other reached toward you longingly.

Jinbei followed his gaze, already dreading what he’d find. Sure enough, there you were—laughing in the sunlight, hair dancing in the breeze, that radiant smile softening the very air around you like a dream plucked straight from the sea.

“She’s absolutely glowing today!” Sanji swooned, practically levitating. “An angel gracing us with a vision of heaven! A vision so enticing, it’s almost torture! If I could just—”

“Not my daughter!” Jinbei barked, snapping Sanji out of his poetic haze.

“D-d-daughter?!” Sanji stammered, his soul practically ejecting from his body. He clutched his head in both hands, staggering backwards like he’d been stabbed. There’s no way Sanji just vocalised so improperly to a potential father in law. “Did you say daughter?!” he repeated, his voice cracking under the weight of his horror. “I-I was only admiring her grace! Respectfully! As a gentleman of impeccable taste! I swear!” Sanji pleaded, bowing frantically. “One day, if I could—”

“Over my dead body,” Jinbe growled, locking eyes with him like a predator staring down prey.

[citruslullabies]

Hello my friend ☺️

Can you please do a Rich Dogday x Reader, where a random employee is flirting or trying to ask the reader out on a date but our lovely and friendly canine mascot gets jealous and clingy.

Note: Rich Dogday and the reader are together. Please take your time on making this and don’t forget to take breaks as well as eating snacks.

I love your fanfic work it’s very intriguing and amazing to read. I want to start writing some Poppy Playtime fics but I’m very anxious 😥.

I mainly write about MK 1 but I wanted to do something different. Never give up my friend. Greetings from Vancouver, Canada 🇨��� 🥰.

Ahh! I'd love to read what you have to write! And hello from Indiana, the United States!

Trigger Warnings: none

Romantic/platonic: romantic

Requested by: lynn-w3st

Category: fluff

Ship (romantic or platonic): Dogday (rich) x reader

Word count: 413

Passive Aggression

You and your husband Rich both worked at the Poppy’s Playco center. Rich was the mascot of Dogday, and you prepared snacks for the kids. You were on break and enjoying your own lunch, when all the sudden a coworker of yours walked up to you. It was a new hire, some dude that worked in the kitchen with you. He helped prepare meals while you prepared snacks. “Hm? Oh, hey. What's up Josh?” You asked softly while swallowing a bite of your sandwich.

Your coworker, Josh, sat down beside you and had a sheepish smile. He seemed to take notice of your ring but ignore it as he put an arm over your shoulder. “Heyyy.. so, I was just wondering.. would you like to go out sometime? We can go to the movies or something.” He cooed and had a large overly confident smile on his face. You seemed confused before awkwardly chuckling. “Uh.. sorry. But I'm married.” You responded, and before the man could continue persisting like it was clear he would do, your husband in his big dogday costume came over.

Rich walked over after hearing the conversation on his way to greet his spouse, and was not at all happy with it. He was fine with you, since you had respectfully told your co-worker that you were married, but he wasn't happy with Josh. The fluffy mascot carefully brushed Josh’s arm off of you and wrapped his own arms around you, taking the Dogday helmet off and kissing your forehead. “Hey, Angel.. What are you having for lunch today?” He cooed, asking while looking at the other man as if telling him to get the hint and back off. “Huh? Oh! I'm having a sandwich and some apple slices and carrots.” You answered happily, enjoying your husband's presence.

It took a few minutes, but it finally got through Josh’s thick skull to walk away. Of course sulking and huffing like a child being denied ice cream but still. Rich carefully peppered your head and face in kisses, rubbing your shoulder as he smiled. “That's good..” he hummed, finally having the pleasure of having his eyes on you and feeling his jealousy slowly wash away. He knew you were faithful, but it pissed him off when other people would ignore the ring on your finger or the ring on his.

You were his, and he was yours. He didn't understand why people seemed to lack the capacity to understand that.

Thank you for requesting!

[yee-littleskittles]

Cardinal Benitez X Fem. Reader (PLATONIC)

So I Saw Conclave and it had me by the choke hold 😅 especially the cutie patootie Cardinal Benitez 🥹. So here I have some Hcs for him 😁 WARNING ⚠️ : THERE WILL BE SOME SPOILERS OF THE MOVIE, so if you haven’t watched it, best come back to this later

So for this I made up this Concept of reader being something called “The Mourning Nun” ( this concept DOES NOT EXIST IRL!) where you are a symbol of Mourning during the Popes death, from the moment the Vatican announced that the Pope had died till the announcement of a New Pope, you are in the role of “The Mourning Nun”

Your responsibility’s goes from hosting the Morning,evening, and nighttime rosary. Reprinting voting ballots for each day of the Conclave, as well as helping the other nuns and sisters with whatever they need, as well as Cardinal Lawrence. 

This is what you’ll be wearing :

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+ when you 1st met Cardinal Benitez he was almost always by himself, weather it be during lunch, eating his sandwich. Or in the Vatican Gardens, taking a stroll. Or alone in prayer in the chapel. If at most he was with Cardinal Lawrence. 

+ so finally one day you decided to approach him, he was once I get in the Vatican Gardens, sitting on one of the benches by himself, and of course, with what you were wearing, I was bouncing make lots of noise.

+ noticing the noise coming from behind him, he’s literally turned his head, and smiling at you faintly ‘Finally Some Company’ He thought :) 

+ that’s where you finally noticed that he wasn’t technically alone, as you gaze over the pond, they’re the turtles were🐢

+ first conversation starts somewhat mild, he says how he often thinks about how life is for them, as a turtle

+ that’s when he scooted over to finally let you sit down next to him on the bench , it was enough space even for all the layers you were wearing

+ that’s when he finally notices that unique wardrobe you had, it reminded him of Mary

+ no he wasn’t aware of the tradition of “ The Mourning Nun” (THIS ISNT REAL BTW!!) so there he was asking you questions

+ “ how can you move around with such heavy clothing ?”

+ “ do you get overheated or not?” 

+ “ do you wear this every day or just for a short period?”

+ and of course you answer every question respectfully, and earnestly. And for a short while it distracts Vincent of the heavy burden of picking a new pope

+  he eventually learned that your role is to be a symbol of the mourning of a whole nation, the of the Catholics

+ He looks at you with a quiet gaze. “It must be a heavy burden. To live in such somberness. To walk the halls like a living reminder of loss.”

+ Vincent wonders about what kind of responsibilities you’re able to take even with the unique wardrobe on, which is where you tell him about the copies , the rosaries three times a day , and preparing lunch for all the other Cardinals as well as dinner and breakfast, and much more

+ “Cooking, copying, and running around… You truly are a wonder, my dear.” Vincent's tone is both admiring and surprised . He can barely walk three steps without getting a twinge in his hip, and here you are, a whirlwind of activity in black cloth.

+ “And yet you still have time to speak with an old man in the gardens?” He smiles at the last part, a hint of wry humor in his voice.

+ “You are NOT old! 😭” you respond rather quickly, only making him laugh more

+ the conversation lasted a few more minutes until one of the other nuns called your name saying that it was time to prepare for lunch, so you beat him a farewell, typically hoping you’d see him again, and have a chance to talk to him

+ and he secretly wished for the same thing 

+ about an hour and a half later lunch is served, you see Vincent again automatically the conversation flows 😄

+ however it was cut short when all the other Cardinals finally got a glimpse of you when you with the extravagant attire, so naturally, they all flock to you, asking you questions similar to what Vincent had asked prior

+ some more excited than others, during the exchange, you learned a few names. Cardinal Lawrence who seemed to be the head of the conclave. Cardinal Bellini was another name you learn, as well as Cardinal tremblay. I’m the one who wasn’t very much excited was cardinal Tadesco 😅, no you didn’t pay much money to him ( and HIS VAPE)

+ You kept answering questions that the other cardinal had about you , then came Cardinal Tedesco interrupted “come on fellas , non è così interessante (she isn’t that interesting) ”

+ Cardinal Tedesco's interjection breaks the flow of questions, his dismissive statement drawing the attention of the other cardinals.

+ Vincent shoots him a look, a faint hint of irritation in his expression. He doesn't appreciate the dismissive comment, feeling a slight protectiveness towards you.

+ ‘ Well it IS your lunch, you all go eat the food the sisters have made for you all, if you’d like, I can answer the questions later😅’ you said, trying to lift up the mood again

 There's a moment of hesitation among the cardinals, a ripple of disappointment passing through them. They had been eager to learn more about you and your peculiar dress code, each of them trying to get more words from you. Vincent, sensing their reluctance, steps forward with a gracious smile. "Yes, we will be going to eat. We shall speak more later."

+ The other cardinals, momentarily dejected, soon perk up at your reassurance.

"Oh, it's alright then."

"Quite right, there will be time."

"Plenty of time."

+ A string of nods and murmurs echo the sentiment, their disappointment slowly giving way to a sense of anticipation. They start to move towards the tables lined with food, stealing glances back at you with varying degrees of curiosity and admiration.

+ finally got all the cardinals to go sit down and eat the lunch that all the other sisters that help prepare. That’s where you asked Vincent the million dollar question. ‘ So… who was the cardinal? The one that interrupted me? 😅’

+ "Ah, that was Cardinal Tedesco." Vincent's expression remains somewhat flat as he replies, the earlier interruption from the other cardinal still fresh in his mind.

+ after some moments of talking you manage to somewhat calm him down and encourage him to eat his lunch with the rest of the Cardinals, considering they had the second day of conclave after

+ whereas he was getting ready to go eat lunch you were getting ready to print more copies for the voting ballots

+ He takes a final look at you as you join the other sisters, disappearing into the sea of black and white. He can't help but admire your dedication and composure, even in the midst of such a cumbersome task.

+ A faint smile forms on his lips, his thoughts briefly returning to the conversation and the subtle interactions between you two earlier.

+ throughout the next following days, more and more secrets were being uncovered throughout the Cardinals.

+ and you were there when the regrettable scene of Sister Shanumi and Cardinal Adeyemi happened in the cafeteria. You rushed over to go check on her with sister Agnes. That’s when Cardinal Lawrence came in to also find out what happened

+  you were also the one who made the copies of exposing why Cardinal Trumbley had sent specific orders to bring sister Shanumi to Rome, to embarrassing a member of the conclave, Adeyemi. 

+ you were sitting next to Vincent when the whole ordeal happened, cardinal trembley being exposed in front of the conclave, And knowing that eight other Cardinals were paid to vote for him

+ needless to say you both thought the whole deal was a mess , and that they were slowly running out of popular candidates

+ you were also the one tending to the Cardinals wounds when the bomb outside the Vatican went out

+ scaring you in a few other of your nuns

+ you patched each one up to the best of your abilities, and relieve that Vincent wasn’t hurt in the ordeal,

* you were also there present when he made a speech to the other Cardinals “ with respect, what do you know about war” is how Vincent started his speech to the other Cardinals

+ which ultimately decided his fate in the conclave, you were SURE of it, That he’d be a great Pope

+ “Ah You flatter me dear 😅” Vincent would say in conversation, he was much too humble. “ though I wouldn’t consider myself a popular choice ” there he goes again, his humble nature

+ which in your mind is exactly what the Vatican needed in these difficult times, a man like him to run the biggest religion in the world

+ it was the third day of conclave , you stood outside wishing all the other cardinal good luck on their voting, ‘ Good luck in there 🥰’ you wished Vincent from the door.

+ “ thank you, my dear , I’ll see you again in a few hours please take care until then” he returned the soft smile 

+ and Thus the door is close to the chapel , where once again the Cardinals vote. You were getting worried since it never took this long for the Cardinals to elect the pope, you prayed that your prayers would be answered

+ if they would seem like forever, your nerves were getting to you, so you decided to go out to the Vatican Gardens, where you first had a chat with Vincent, were you headed over to the pond to see the turtles 🐢

+ you noticed that one had gone a stray from the pond , so you picked it up and decided to take it back to its home , just as you bent down to return it to the water a large and loud roar of people surprised you , and that’s when you saw it , the white smoke

+ the new pope was chosen!

+ finally after countless days of black smoke , your prayers I’ve been answered

+ you tried rushing over to see who they elected as pope but the other nuns found you immediately and lead you to your room, saying that it was time to change your clothes, since you were no longer in mourning .

+ so you were dressed into a nice dress shirt, a red one at that . With some black pants that went along well with the dress shirt , and some comfortable penny loafers

+ once you were finally dressed and ready, you and the other sisters headed out next to the balcony to see who was elected pope. And to say that your heart skipped the beat when you saw Vincent dressed in white robes, it was a site you thought you’d never see.

+ But deep down, you were glad that it was him :)

+ they finally announced to the world that he was now Pope Innocent, but you, he would always remain the cardinal that you had befriended, Vincent :) 🤍 

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Notes:

So yeah, hopefully you all like this 😁, I really got into the movie conclave, and of course, cardinal Benitez is the cutest 🥹 show the lil guy some love 💕 if there were some mistakes in the writing, I’m so sorry I was in a rush 😭 🙏 

Credits

Picture below of our cutie patootie - Pinterest

The Banner above : made by me on Picsart 🗣️

[kingconia]

Can we please please please PLEASE get a Vice Warden version of the "Reader is the characters favorite celebrity"

(obvi, Ortho is a child so if you add him make it platonic. But if you take him out maybe you can add Floyd instead! Plus RUGGIE CUZ HES THE UNOFFICIAL VICE )

Take your time and have fun with the request! If you end up not doing it, now worries lol!

A/N: I actually planned to do that for a while. Thank you for reminding me.

HOW TWISTED WONDERLANDS' VICE-HOUSEWARDENS ACT WHEN YOU ARE THEIR FAVOURITE CELEBRITY

Trey Clover. ❤️

— You are his favourite chef, of course. Who would've guess, right?

— You are a quite popular one, a former student of the Royal Academy, and very controversial figure in the media world, because... Well, you are quite talented, yes, but your attitude is just... Awful;

— Trey doesn't see anything that bad in your character, though! You might appear rude to adults, but he just loves how gentle you are with kids! Gordon Ramsay kinnie, you see;

— He is so. So. Happy, when Riddle accidentally asks you to be a chef for his birthday. A very lucky accident.

•

”Did I make that right?” Ace asks nervously, glancing at the bowl in his hand.

An event that Riddle Rosehearts plans is huge. Thousands of quests from all houses, completely different kitchens for each of them... So, of course, when students of Heartslabyul suggested to help you, you were happy.

Until you realised that they are chronical idiots.

You feel your blood boil, hands curling in fists.

Just how in the world this boy managed to mash raw carrot in fucking puree, when you asked him to cut it merely?! How?!

”You stupid donkey!” A yell that escapes your lips makes another two students, Deuce and Cater, shiver in fear. ”Get off!”

Ace instantly puts bowl on the table, taking a step back.

”M-me?”

”All of you!” You hiss, glaring at three of them. ”Out of this kitchen, idiots. And never, ever, come back here again!”

They shrink, running away instantly. You sigh in relief, but then, catch another figure, a taller one, moving after them.

Trey Clover.

”Hey,” you call for him, calmer this time. ”Where do you think you are going?”

Trey glances at you, completely surprised.

”Y/n-sama told everyone to leave,” he bows his head respectfully.

”Only to idiots,” you huff. ”You can stay, Trey.”

You actually noticed that out all of them, he worked more effectively. He knows how to cook, clearly, and he does so quickly and wordlessly. So, if anyone's help would be truly useful, it is his.

”...That would be a big honour for me, Y/n-sama.”

You smirk.

”Yeah, yeah. Come on. Let's finish here.”

Ruggie Bucchi. 💛

— You are his favourite true-crime blogger, lol. He watches your videos as he eats, and it annoys everyone, which also sometimes leaves him more food;

— You are actually not worldwide popular. You are just a student from NRC, from the Ignihyde, and sometimes, he catches your figure lurking around;

— Ruggie supports you from his side account, leaving a lot of comments, and likes, making other Savanaclaw watch videos, too. There is nothing more soothing that listening a gentle voice explaining how someone's body was dismembered, after all!

— Once, you decide to start a special event week: a true crimes connected to each house of the NRC. And Ruggie is especially exited for Savanaclaw video, only to find out that...

•

”Ah, you are Ruggie, correct?”

Ruggie flinches.

He recognises this voice from everywhere.

When he turns to the sound of the voice, he founds you, his favourite person in the world, standing in front of him. You look shy, as if it is not you, who constantly speaks of murders so eagerly.

”Y-yeah, hello, Y/n.”

...Shit, he shouldn't know your name.

”Hi!” You wave your hand. ”I am so sorry to bother you, but, I am busy with a project right now... It is connected with crimes in different locations that representing houses here. And, I spoke with Leona-sama this morning...”

Wow, you really caught Leona Kingscholar in the early morning? Awake? It is another proof for Ruggie's PowerPoint presentation about how cool and perfect you are!

”...But he told me that if anyone is better informed about crimes in Savanna, it is you, since, well, your class differences... I am so sorry, did it sound rude?”

Ruggie had never been happier to be poor.

”You came to the right person,” he exclaims with the coolest expression he has in his arsenal. ”Don't worry, Y/n. I will be your guide in the most darkest parts of the Afterglow Savanaclaw.”

You beam. He tries look collected, but fails.

”Ah, Ruggie, you are the best!”

It is going to be the best week in his life!

Leona-sama:

Brat

Firstly, she is fucking scary

Secondly you owe me for this one

Jade Leech. 🩵

— You are his favourite photographer. At first, you only share your works at art exhibitions, but recently you created a page in the Magicam, to have more connection with your followers;

— Jade is amazed by the way you see this world. How gracefully you present the nature, how gently you portrait people, and how skillfully you froze time! Ah, you are amazing!

— Jade always tries to see more of the world that was closed to him before, and your works are a great help for him;

— ...He is absolutely stunned, when Azul tells him that payed you to come to the opening of the renewed Monster Lounge as the photographer, though.

•

Jade is... Slightly frustrated.

To think, that Azul had an opportunity to employ a walking talent for a few hours, and he used this chance to take photos of the Lounge... Impossible!

He sighs.

He respects Azul, of course, but sometimes he is such a baby.

”Good evening,” Jade greets you with a polite smile on his face, hoping to conceal his genuine amazement. ”How is here to your liking?”

You are straightening your back, stopping taking pictures of the main hall. As you turn to Jade, your eyes lit up curiously.

”You must be... Jade, correct?”

You know his name.

”Indeed, I am,” he nods.

”Thank you, it is fine,” you shift from one foot to another, and he can say there is something you want to do. ”Ah, excuse me, but... Can I ask you something?”

Jade nods again, tilting his head on the left. What with your great mind came up this time?

”...Am I allowed to take a few photos of you?”

Now, it is his turn to be surprised.

If anything, Jade has never been an interesting subject for others' eyes. But here you are, his favourite person in the world, wishing to take his photos—

”Are you sure?” As you nod vigorously, he can't help but laugh shortly. ”Then, of course. Do as you please.”

But if you see it in him, something charming and breathtaking, then there are must be he something. Because you are never wrong.

...And when on the next morning, Azul asks him to explain why the fuck there is Jade's photos instead of Monster Lounge's, as they had an agreement with you, he shrugs.

’You asked me to show others the beauty of your Lounge,’ you write Azul later, absolutely unremorseful. ’And I did.’

Oh, you can't even understand how happy you made a certain someone!

Floyd Leech. 🩵

— Do you know those accounts of tarot and astrology readers, who constantly goes live to speak with audience and made them an online reading? Yes, Floyd adores you for this;

— I feel that he sincerely curious about all this stuff, and though, at first, it was only an aesthetic interest as he found you pretty, now, he is too deep in this to pull out;

— He listens to your everyday advice videos religiously, and I am not even kidding. He trusts you too much, and at some point Jade starts worrying about him;

— Floyd is absolutely reckless and shameless, so, of course, he decides to make a first move unexpectedly and openly.

•

”Since it is a Lover's day, I might as well today be more focused on romantic readings,” you warn, shuffling cards in your hands, eyes fixated on the chat. ”So, write first name of yours, and, your lover's, and both of your ages. Will see how it goes.”

Tarot cards have been a huge part of your life since you were a kid, watching your mom and aunt doing that, whispering quietly. It was only natural that eventually you became an esoteric, too.

It is not your work or main to-do thing, more like a hobby, and an instrument to help others. And most of the time, you are doing it for free. Unless, someone wants to pay you, of course.

”Hm, who is here...”

You see a familiar username.

Floyd Leech is a quite constant fan of yours, always liking your videos, commenting them ridiculously, and asking questions about this and that. So, you decide to start with him. Just ouf of respect.

”Floyd, seventeen and... Y/n, whatever your age is,” you read out aloud.

As you understand what that meant, your cheeks flush instantly. You almost drop your tarot on the floor.

Is he trying to hit on you?! Just like that?!

”I... Uhm...”

What should you do? You spoke with him a few times, yes, and it has been more or less fine? Yet... Urgh.

You take a random card from the bottom of it.

Lovers.

Shit.

”You have some good chances here, Floyd” you finally manage to say that aloud, looking away from camera. ”Just be more forward. And private.”

There is no answer—or it gets lost in many new comments—and you distract yourself with other followers. Until a notification appears on the top of your phone.

Floyd_Leech:

hi :)

You almost groan.

What an impossible man?!

Jamil Viper. 🧡

— Might be not entirely accurate, but you are his favourite book critic! I feel, like whenever Jamil has some time to himself, he reads, and if he doesn't, he listens to all these podcasts or three hours long videos about why a certain book good or bad;

— He finds you accidentally, and since then obsessively checks out your every video, even the oldest ones. Puts notifications on. Follows on other social media. Loves your content;

— He is definitely a more quiet supporter. He likes your videos, but never comments them. So, there is no direct contact between two of you;

— At least, until he bumps into you by accident. In Scalding Sands. On the summer holidays. How insane is that?

•

Jamil knows that you travel a lot, he has seen your highlights in Magicam, but how could he expect to meet you in the bazar of all places?! This place is noisy, awful and there is nothing beautiful or picturesque! What would you do here? And with a book in your hands, too.

”The sands of Love,” title says.

It sounds ridiculous already.

”Shit,” you hiss, rubbing his shoulder with your free hand. ”I am sorry.”

”Please, be careful,” he murmurs quietly, trying to act normal as if he doesn't update your channel every morning and night in the search of new content.

Anyway, Jamil is slightly freaking out. Just a little.

”I am trying, but this book is so awful, I want to die,” he chuckles fondly, a familiarity of your words that you say so often from the screen on his phone, softening him. ”You know, I bought this goddamn book, and the setting of it is here, like, in Scalding Sands. So, I came here to check some details. Like traditions, and, and stuff. And you know, it is all a fucking bullshit—”

So, you made your way to here just to... Criticise an obviously bad book with even more reasoning?

God, he loves you.

”...And, and...” You stutted. Blushing suddenly, you sigh. ”I am so sorry. I shouldn't be dumping that on you.”

Jamil tries his best to offer you a rare smile of his.

”Oh, but I am interested now. Would you mind continue telling me about this book?” He can't help but notice how cutely your eyes lit up. ”But not here, obviously. Please, let's go. I will find a quieter place for you.”

...Seems, like all his luck was saved just for this moment to happen, because you actually follow him, continuing your blabbering.

What a beautiful day it is.

Rook Hunt. 💜

— You are his favourite opera singer! When Rook sees you for the first time, he is in awe. Your beauty, your voice — it is everything. He knows, just from the first sight, that he will be a Phantom of Opera for your Christine;

— He buys the best, and I must stay, the most expensive places for your opera, but keeps himself hidden away for a while. Doesn't need to be seen, he is in his studying sessions;

— Rook is not pleased if you are not a leading singer. He will make everything for this fact to change in future. Would giggle if overhears you saying how lucky you are... If you want him to be your luck, then so be it;

— When Rook is sure that his work more or less done, and he is ready, he will finally meet with you personally.

•

”It is a shame I never noticed you before,” you shake your head, cheeks darkened from the amount of complements you had heard in past ten minutes. ”And you've been here for me from my debut? I am so flattered...”

A boy in front of you smiles eagerly, pressing another warm kiss on the back of your hand.

”Ah, mon inspiration, it is me who is blessed and grateful for being able to witness something so beautiful and generous... The rise of the angel of Opera, indeed!”

His eyes are shining with a pure awe. You almost squirm, when Rook falls on his knees, cheek pressing to your well-kissed hand. You are fighting a wish to caress his cheek just as you do with your cat at home.

”If Gods ever existed, at least one of them, it must be you, their last creation, a gift for dying civilisation!”

”Ah, Rook,” you giggle, getting more and more shy with each second. ”Please... Maybe, you want to... See with me later? Beyond these walls? I mean... Don't get me wrong, of course, it is just...”

It might be a risky movement, you know. Yet, you can't help but feel attracted to the person, who stares at you as if you are the Creator yourself.

”I would be more than glad, mon ange,” his voice becomes quieter, yet, a little more nervous. ”I love that one café in front of this opera, if you care to know. I often order there their special drink... The fall of the Devil, isn't it?”

You blink in surprise.

”That is my favourite, too!” You exclaim enthusiastically.

”Really?” Somehow, he doesn't really look surprised. ”Well, then, after getting drinks, we, perhaps, could see the Art Gallery... Had you ever seen a whole room dedicated to the minerals from different countries? It is my favourite one.”

Your chest warms.

”Mine too!”

You hope it doesn't look like you try to impress him by mirroring his answers, but it is really this way.

Seems, like Rook just knows everything you love!

”I feel like we are a perfect match, mon destin.”

And, somehow, you can't disagree.

Lilia Vanrouge. 💚

— This man is hard to impress... But, you are his favourite... Psychologist. Alright, I know it sounds ridiculous, but I think, considering the fact that he was the general for a long time, never caring about human emotions before, and then suddenly adopted three idiots, and that with having his own trauma, he takes a great interest in the psychology;

— So, when he accidentally finds your account, where you speak of different problems, navigate people through theirs, and merely discussing different situations in the world from the point of psychology, he dives in;

— I don't think that Lilia goes on appointment, though. I think, he masters psychology through your channel, instead. He is such a self-taught and crazy-ass talented person;

— When you are invited to work as a school psychologist in the NRC, since Crowley realised that overbolts might or might not be because of lacking a one, Lilia is actually really excited. And he doesn't hide it!

•

”Seeing how mature you are, how healthy you analyse all these situations with overbolted students,” you make a small sip of tea, smirking shortly, ”I can't help but feel slightly proud of myself.”

Lilia laughs quietly, extending you more chocolate muffins that he obtained from the cafeteria just for you.

Since from the first day, two of you became a great friends. And, though, of course, it is you who should take care of him—since he is a student as well—Lilia yet can't help but worry about how much you work, skipping meals constantly, because, apparently, everyone wants your help.

”You are great at what you are doing, Y/n-sama,” he smiles mischievously.

Though both of you are quite old, centuries of life long ago left behind, there is a certain childishness inside of you, that you prefer to call a healthy life enjoyment. A term that Lilia now uses every time when someone tries to lecture him about being too immature.

”Thank you, thank you, Lilia-kun,” you bow your head jokingly. ”But, seriously, I need a proper schedule with all of these kids. But they just can't stop coming... I don't know what is so traumatising about this school, honestly. It is about lessons?”

Lilia laughs.

”Maybe. I mean, my genuine wish to start a massacre returns sometimes, when headmaster comes on our lessons...”

You smack him slightly, chuckling softly.

”I see, now. Honestly, after meetings with him, I too, search for the professional help...”

As both of you laugh, Lilia watches you relaxing eventually.

Ah, who would've thought that a person who helped him unconsciously once, would eventually became his friend?.. What a crazy world he lives in!

[mercurial-chuckles]

Thunderbolts*

I should be working on a paper, but focus is evading me, and it's been a week since Thunderbolts* released - and I've been itching to voice my thoughts.

⚠️ SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT ⚠️

Kindly note: this blurb is the opinion of a sleep-deprived, grad school-exhausted girl from some corner of the world. If you don't agree with me, feel free to scrunch up your nose, scoff, and move along. Let's agree to disagree respectfully, yeah? Sorry, my patience is thinning with anon-hate.

I wouldn't be yapping, but what can I say? I waited for this movie for so long - and desperately, mind you. I'll be honest, the desperation was mostly just to see Bucky. And dear God, he's Ho. Ho. Hot.

Objectively, it's a decent movie with a storyline. But I found it maddeningly mediocre. And no, it ain't because they used Sebastian Stan as bait in the trailer with only trifling screen time. As much as I love Bucky, and mourn the lack of screen time for my baby girl, I do love the MCU. I've been reverently following it since middle school. It's the story-telling in this that dragged it down.

Honestly, I've been super reluctant to watch anything MCU post-Endgame. But I still watched everything, hoping to see some spark. Nope. Just like all the other series, this one felt very anticlimactic on a fundamental level.

Of course, there's some good. The humor, dynamics, one solid fight scene, and the fact they touched on mental health, which, I loved how strikingly good they conveyed. I felt seen. Validated. Some of the scenes were definitely therapeutic.

But in the totality of the plot, they disneyed the shit out of the movie.

Just to be clear, I love Disney movies, the innocence, purity, and kindness leading to redemption and goodness? Yeah, that's a trope I cherish! However, milking just on a few emotional scenes with a team of anti-heroes and VICTIMS while the plot feels discordant didn't really land well.

The most insane thing is, there is SO MUCH good potential...great actors (have you seen Sebastian act? Sorry, I'll shut up), and a fine plot itself, TBH. It's more of a Yelena-centric movie, which isn't bad.

For starters, these would've made ALL the difference:

They could've weaved the scenes of Void from the start, and made it the prime aspect of the story because it would've made a tremendous, complex, on-the-edge experience, especially with the amount of trauma they all have. And Bob (absolute cutie) could've played a finer role.

Don't get me started on Bucky. In hindsight, Bucky's character (if the poor man had been given more value) could've been elemental because the growth… 🤌🏻 Sweet heavens! He had one badass scene (again, for bait) and then was shoved in the background? Excuse me, dearest Thunderbolts writers, let's talk!

Valentina as a power-hungry, manipulative villain person was meh. She's a politician. Period. Showing her past and not exploring the intensity of her motives or adding value to her character except for a flicker of vulnerability was disappointing.

Also, is it just me, or has anyone else noticed the chemistry between Bucky and Mel? Some characters just naturally fit together, right? Dear gods, they could've shown us more of them platonically. There could've been more dialogue, snaps, retorts…anything, really.

Anyhoo, missed potential, as I said. (Well, except for that Bucky scene in the end-credits. 🤭😏 That. Shooketh. Me)

Guess we gotta fend for ourselves by writing fanfiction to fulfil stories unlived, huh! Oh, and I'm writing a story, THUNDERBOLTZ, and it's in the works.

[akutasoda]

Could I request Platonic! Dazai, Chuuya, Akutagawa, and Fyodor with a 18!reader, preferably male, who’s a bit of a sloth? By a bit, they’re too lazy to do any work or uninterested in anything else besides their own affairs and even refuse to get out of bed, sometimes opting to do their work at home, and you’d think they’d turn out to be a sweetheart underneath that indolent attitude, but nope, they’re completely unhelpful and refuse to follow orders unless they get something valuable in return. They’ll reluctantly give out information, evidence, documents, etc. that contain very much illegal and classified stuff and were personally collected by yours truly, but they do background checks, so of course they can’t be giving out anything to just anyone.

slothful companion

synopsis - how are they with someone who is slothful and yet rather useful

includes - dazai, chuuya, akutagawa, fyodor - all platonic!

warnings - gn!reader, slothful reader, fluff, slight crack, wc - 1k

osamu dazai ★↷

↪dazai had once been told by the president himself to go retrieve a file for one of the latest cases. he was told to meet at a very specific location at a specific time.

↪he was confused as the time ticked over the original planned time, the president wouldn't lie to him right? but when he waited for an hour he decided that was too long and the person wasn't coming. he immediately reported this back to fukuzawa.

↪he would then come back in the next day to be met with you. you had indeed slept in and decided not to leave to meet dazai and so now fukuzawa was forcing an apology out of you - he did have to bribe you.

↪dazai had never met a character such as you before. sure he's met his fair share of sloths but you really outshone all of them. from your blatant laziness to your insitence on recieving valuables for your hard work.

↪a part of him did find it rather funny to how stubborn you were. but the majority of him found it rather concerning how you actually managed to get all the information you would reluctantly hand over to the agency.

↪when he first flipped through a file you had begrudgingly gave him, he was left in shock at the pure amount of highly classified and detailed information you gathered. he had no idea how you managed to collect such profiles.

↪he wouldn't be all that surprised to find out that this was just how you were. he didn't really expect someone like you to turn out to be a secret sweetheart and that just made it all the more funnier for him - it was funny when his coworkers had to meet you.

↪what would really freak him would be if you ever casually mentioned to him his past. that's when he'd start slightly and subtly fearing you.

chuuya nakahara ★↷

↪as an executive, chuuya was directly informed that the mafia would be having a new contact specifically for harder to obtain information. so he didn't really think twice when the boss asked him to go fetch the newest file he requested.

↪now chuuya had quite a temper, and so when he had been waiting for just around an hour for this person to arrive he, respectfully, became rather annoyed. he refused to meet this new source afterwards.

↪ however he became rather intrigued when he accidentally had caught you arguing with the boss himself. something about how you refused to hand over any information until he gave you a proper reward for your time and effort.

↪chuuya really had mixed feeling with you. very often you would miss dealings and your only reason was that you slept in, and you'd always fight the mafia because you kept insisting your time was more valuable than what the boss was currently offering.

↪ however he would be lying if he said he didn't find your defiance entertaining. he never really let himself dwell on the more serious issue of how you actually got hold of the information you gave them. nobody should have the information you had and yet you did.

↪while he did want to encourage you to stop being such a sloth, he knew that would be a futile battle. but he admired how you knew your worth and how you would fight for valuable payments for your time.

ryūnosuke akutagawa ★↷

↪in similar fashion, akutagawa was ordered to run on an errand. while he normally was sent on more violent errands he didn't mind at first when he was informed he was to retrieve some classified files from a new contact.

↪that was until you simply didn't show up and he had very little patience and left very soon after you didn't show up at the designated time. he only became annoyed when he found out that you simply just didn't want to turn up.

↪he didn't really like how much of a sloth you were. your laziness really made him dislike you and he certainly didn't like how you ran around the mafia so easily - especially how you could demand anything in return for your information.

↪but he could find you slightly tolerable. you gave valuable information. classified and highly valued files that would prove crucial for the mafia - he'd never stop to think about how you came into possession of these.

fyodor dostoevsky ★↷

↪he had probably met you by accident or he had heard about someone who could get ahold of highly classified files. this of course would absolutely intrigue him, however he failed to realise how useless you could actually be.

↪the first time he ever tried to receive information of you was the worst experience of his life. at first you turned him down point blank claiming he wasn't offering enough for your time and effort, that and the fact that you claimed you didn't see him fit for that sort of information.

↪but that only spurred his interest in you, not only could you gather useful information but you could run a rather informative background check. his second attempt was shut down purely because you were too lazy to do so.

↪the worst part for him was that he couldn't seem to force you to do anything. you refused to do anything unless he offered you something really valuable and even then it would take you ages to finally get around to it. this whole time he couldn't do anything to speed you up.

↪but he guessed the results were worth it as when you actually gave him stuff it was highly informative and useful. he was quite relieved you preferred sending him the things he requested online as he reckons he probably wouldn't be able to deal with you in person.

↪but it also made you very hard to get along with as you always stayed in bed or simply couldn't be asked. you really got on his nerves with your slothful habits sometimes but he eventually got used it - or so he convinced himself.

[plus-i-miss-you]

I LOVED THE OREKOTO AND MIKOTO HEADCANONS AUUAU!!! If it's not a bother, could you pls write a prisoner gn!reader comforting mahiru, fuuta, mikoto and amane after t2? Sorry if this is too vague !!

Seeing them all tired and beat up made me miserable... they deserve a kiss on the forehead or smth

▷ listening to:

"but i still forgive you" (gn!reader)

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♪ note: HI HI ELI so sorry this request has been gathering dust in my inbox for more than a month.. i really wanted to write this but life be life-ing.. i really enjoyed writing this and i hope you enjoy reading this too! (also so sorry if i sound weird but i'm assuming you meant comforting them after t1? ^^'')

♪ summary: es may have done some.. pretty strange decisions and now not only the guard and the guilty prisoners, but everyone has to deal with it, including you. you can't help but feel bad for the guilty ones, and hopefully, you can offer them at least some kind of support.

♪ warnings: description of fuuta and mahiru being in pain because of their injuries, the reader character doesn't know about mikoto and john being a system, but still treats them as respectfully as possible, mentions of cults and religious trauma in amane's section. fuuta, mahiru and mikoto parts can be seen as both romantic and platonic, meanwhile amane's part is strictly platonic.

fuuta kajiyama.

♪ fuuta was.. in terrible condition, to say the least. his personality was so different from the fuuta you knew, too. sure, you've met him not so long ago, but seeing him act like this felt.. weird. you actually kinda missed the old fuuta, yes, he was kinda rude, loud and said things without thinking, but you'd prefer that than seeing fuuta in pain and not being able to say a word. you wish you could help him somehow, but.. what could you do? you doubt that convincing es to forgive him is possible..

♪ you tried to support him at least in an emotional way, even though you knew that might not work. it's highly possible he won't be able to see with his right eye ever again, of course, that's extremely traumatizing. he also got beat up by kotoko out of all prisoners, who actually seemed to be similar to him in a way. but you told him that if fuuta wanted to talk to you about anything, like complain about something or vent, he could always do that. fuuta found your kindness weird and even suspicious at first, but.. fine, he could use a friend in a situation like this. or at least a person who could hear him out.

♪ fuuta finds himself coming to you more often than he thought he would. it's not like he has that many people to talk to here anyway. he's grateful to kazui (even though he doesn't want to admit it), but.. he's not sure if there is anything he can talk to him about. haruka and muu are really close now, it honestly feels like haruka has forgotten about everyone else. oh, but surprisingly, fuuta's been getting along with amane lately- what do you mean, you "have a bad feeling about this", y/n?.. 

♪ you will never actually hear this from him, but you can feel that fuuta is glad to have someone like you here. he looks calmer with you around and if he can't open up to anyone else about something, at least he can open up to you. it's easier for him to fall asleep when you're next to him, so you may find him suddenly doing so with his head on your shoulder or your lap. just, uh.. be prepared for him to be really flustered when he wakes up and sees you.

mahiru shiina.

♪ she's honestly surprised that you want to spend time with her and help her feel better despite her being voted guilty. she immediately starts joking (or maybe half-joking?..) about falling in love with you because of your kindness and you just roll your eyes and ask if she's okay and if she's in any pain. you remind her to take her medications, you ask shidou for help if her condition gets worse and you help her move around with her wheelchair, so that she doesn't feel isolated from the rest of the prisoners. being in milgram is already isolating enough.

♪ you try to help her feel better by doing things that are small and simple to you, but very meaningful to her. you brush her hair, you paint her nails (even if you can only do so on one hand for now..), you tell her that she still looks beautiful, and every time you do that, it makes her smile. it's still different from that usual smile of hers, but it's a smile that shows even though she's still suffering, she appreciates you being around. 

♪ mahiru doesn't understand why you're still helping her. is this because you love her?.. ah, please forgive her, that's just her being her usual silly self. but still.. she wasn't forgiven, right? that means she was in the wrong.. but she doesn't understand what made es vote her guilty. all she did was love her boyfriend a lot, right? does that mean that her love itself is a sin?.. is she not allowed to love at all?.. you gently interrupt mahiru and say that you don't know why es refused to forgive her, but you personally don't think mahiru's love is a sin at all. in fact, it's a blessing.

♪ mahiru feels like the sun itself personified to you and you hope that she gets better soon, but you're also grateful for the opportunity to take care of her like this. she always gives so much love to everyone, you wonder how much she gets back. you softly pat her head while making sure it's not painful considering her injury and ask what she wants to do today, but it takes a while for mahiru to answer because of your words still ringing in her head, but in a good way.

amane momose.

♪ .. so why exactly es decided to vote a child guilty? you know you probably shouldn't say anything about the guard's decisions, but.. this just doesn't make any sense to you. just what did es see in amane's video? or maybe something happened during the interrogation? amane's behavior has changed a lot, but you don't blame her for it. of course she would start acting differently. she's a 12 year old who was voted guilty and almost got beaten up by kotoko, kotoko ending up not doing anything to her was honestly a miracle. of course she would be mad. she should be.

♪ you try to talk to her and she kinda ignores you at first. however, you're not as bad as shidou, so.. fine, maybe she can hang out with you a little bit. it's hard not to feel sorry for her though, because of how messy her hair is and how empty her eyes are. you try to cheer her up somehow, like maybe you can do something really cute with her hair or maybe you can cook something for her (while still respecting her dietary restrictions and not forcing her to eat something she's not allowed to).. amane finds your attempts to become closer with her strange, but.. maybe she could use some company.

♪ every time she mentions her "god" around you though, you try to change the topic. you like amane and you genuinely want this kid to get better, but you're not really feeling like becoming a part of a cult.. amane just sighs and says you'll understand it someday. sometimes you catch her mumbling something about being forgiven this time and es needing to make the correct judgement. you can't really help her much when it happens and you can't do anything other than say that es will definitely forgive her, but amane manages to turn even something simple as that into rambles about her god. you can't help but wonder what amane's life used to be like.

♪ you can't convince amane that her family wasn't as kind as she thinks they were. you can't convince her that the way she was raised was too cruel. you know she won't believe you. and you know you're not a therapist. but at least you can be her friend. at least you can gently guide her, while still giving her a choice, so that she feels more free. more free than she possibly ever was in her life. and even though amane never talks about it, she does appreciate it. she feels strangely warm when you're around. she wonders if it's okay to feel this way and if god would ever forgive her for that. 

mikoto kayano.

♪ you didn't know why mikoto suddenly started to act like this. you tried to get at least some information from others, including es, but nobody gave you a proper answer, even though you had a feeling like kotoko and es know what's going on. for some reason, this mikoto just didn't.. feel like mikoto to you. it's like it was.. different mikoto? no, that doesn't sound right. it felt like it was a completely different person. you couldn't prove it and when you tried to say it out loud, it sounded weird, but.. it felt like a correct answer to you. 

♪ when it felt like it was the mikoto you knew, you always made sure to tell him what's going on, what happened, basically all the information he needed. he always looked so lost and confused, you couldn't help but feel sorry for him. you assumed that it was probably because of the trauma related to being voted guilty. you actually couldn't understand es's decision at all. just why would they vote someone like mikoto guilty? was his video really that bad? it didn't feel like mikoto was pretending to be less smarter than he is. why would he even have to do that? you all are murderers here, there's no reason for him to try and trick anyone.

♪ when it felt like it was someone else, you still tried to treat him with kindness. you couldn't understand why everyone started to avoid this person so suddenly. yes, this person was.. quite different from mikoto, but.. maybe at least they could try to accept him? you actually found it surprising how quickly he calmed down after you showed him that you don't intend to hurt him or mikoto. maybe this was the only thing he needed: someone telling him that he's safe and that he's not in danger. or maybe it was something they both needed.

♪ both mikoto and this person seem to actually like you a lot.. well, it's not like they have much of a choice here, considering that other prisoners don't really want to spend time with them. but it looks like they don't mind it that much. yes, mikoto is definitely still worried about it and he doesn't seem to remember what happens when the other person is here, but the other guy doesn't really care about the other prisoners and the only thing that bothers him is how possibly dangerous they can be. and even though he still has his suspicions.. you don't seem that dangerous to him.

[azaharinflames]

Hey! Sorry for the incoherent rant, and thank you for letting me use your inbox <3 I've been thinking about this (https://www.tumblr.com/louferrignojrofficial/779271817718382592/uh?source=share) for a while, and is it me or does it sound like Eddie might come back but without Chris? Because if so, he'd necessarily have to go back to Texas once the "crazy event" (which will probably happen in 8x14-15) is done... And if Gavin didn't want to appear in the show so often, it would be understandable, but then we would have Eddie come and go from Texas intermittently??? It's all so confusing (which is the point, I guess XD), but I admit, even if we know Tommy is just insecure and Eddie is not really competition, I think it'd leave a bitter aftertaste in my mouth if Bucktommy got together only because Eddie is gone. I don't know how to explain, but it wouldn't actually be reassuring, and Tommy himself might keep doubting from time to time and asking himself what would happen if Eddie were there... I don't know if it makes sense... Anyway, thank you and sorry again!

Hi, Nonnie! Of course <3 Happy to provide a safe space :)

The thing with Eddie and Chris is that they were always presented as a package deal. Therefore, Ryan and Gavin were put into a peculiar situation, where it would make sense for them to either both go or both stay. We know Gavin's family has moved out of LA, and even though he's said he still wants to be in 911, we don't know up to what extent that would be. And I don't want to speculate a lot on that, given that we're talking about a minor. Regardless, it is a peculiar situation to have, because, well... the show took 812 to make clear that Eddie's priority is to be with his son, no matter what.

Honestly? I wouldn't be entirely surprised if Ryan said that to not close the door on Eddie permanently. Like, if he does not come back this Season, he is saying he could come back in the future, because Eddie would be happy to if the circumstances allowed it. Right now,+ I don't see the show making Eddie go back to LA on his own (not when they've made sure to show Eddie will always be with his son), and I truly don't see 911 doing something radical with Chris's well-being.

As for Bucktommy, let me disagree with you a little bit! Bucktommy is not (potentially) getting back together because Eddie is gone. That was Tommy's insecurities talking, but if you look at it? Makes no sense (respectfully!). Buck isn't choosing Tommy because Eddie isn't there - he's choosing Tommy because it is Tommy, aka the man who made his world turn upside down in the best way, and the man he' has feelings for and that, canonically, makes him the happiest and makes him feel like he's at home.

If it helps: to me, Tommy shows Buck how well things can be, and how well life can go. He motivates Buck in a positive way, and it was thanks to him that Buck started to feel more settled in his life. It is thanks to him that Buck started to get over Eddie leaving. And that is not because he's taking Tommy as the consolation prize, because Eddie and Tommy are not the same category of affection in his mind (one platonic, one romantic, respectively); rather, it is because Tommy is the person who motivates him to be better.

And that would happen both with Eddie there, and with Eddie gone ;)

My inbox is open for ranting, venting, giving your opinion (unpopular or popular, I'm happy to receive and discuss both), and even confessions! However if you don't want yours posted, please make sure to say :)

Take care <3

[gmwsuperfan5467890]

Defending Eddie Diaz Part 1

Over the past few months, I have been seeing a lot of takes of the midseason finale and there a quite a few that I respectfully disagree with. So I am going to throw my hat in the ring and give my take on a couple of points. I’ll split this post into 3 parts because it got way too long.

1) Buck is being abandoned.

Let me preface this by saying that Buck is one of my favourite characters and I have adored watching his character development over the years but the way the fandom infantilizes him is quite frankly ridiculous. This man is 33 years old, not a teenager. Of course we know that he won’t cope well and will feel abandoned but he also has the emotional intelligence to understand that Eddie is not abandoning him and that this is something Eddie believes he needs to do to get Christopher back into his life. Christopher is also Eddie’s child, so of course Eddie will prioritize his child above all that and Buck understands that, respects that and loves that about Eddie.

Buck knows that Eddie loves him. Why? Because Eddie has shown it in a thousand different ways. Eddie takes the time to understand Buck, when everyone else accused him of rushing into dangerous situations because they thought that he thought he was invincible, Eddie knew it was because Buck thought he was expendable. Eddie entrusted him with his child (which is essentially his heart), has always taken Buck seriously and gave him responsibilities, while others at the 118 saw Buck as the little brother of the group (makes sense given that he is several years younger than the rest of them, excluding Ravi and Eddie). Eddie forgives Buck instantly when he fucks up and even when Buck sprained Eddie’s ankle, instead if getting mad, Eddie felt guilty about getting closer to T*mmy and “leaving Buck out” and was worried that Buck was mad at him and would not want to speak to him. When Eddie was dying after getting shot, his last words before he went unconscious were asking if Buck was ok. Maybe Buck thinks that Eddie loves him platonically (lmao) but he definitely know that Eddie loves him and wants him in his life, therefor he is not leaving him because he wants to but because he has to.

I am so sick and tired of this narrative that Eddie doesn’t contribute to the buddie friendship, that Eddie is taking advantage of Buck, that Eddie doesn’t love Buck. It’s such bullshit. Eddie shows that he loves Buck through his actions, which may be subtle in nature but are loud in meaning.

In fact, we have seen Buck display such emotional intelligence and understanding in season 5b when Maddie came back. He voiced his fears of being left behind when he and Maddie had a conversation about he always stays and she always leaves but he was also very empathetic to Maddie by consoling her about her fears of being a good mother. I don’t know if he knew the extent of what she went through but I definitely think that he knew that she wasn’t doing well mentally and needed to leave for a while to heal. Buck has the emotional intelligence to understand when someone is actually abandoning him and when someone has to leave for other reasons and fanon taking away that aspect of his character is such a shame because it really enriches his character.

[zer0atdawn]

I have this weird thing thought up in my head that overall Nokt is the most like, emotional out of the F5.

What I mean is that out of all of them, he's the most likely to initiate some form of like, physical contact with the rest of the group.

(Also, this is not like a ship or anything, just Nokt being close to his teammates (and sister) and displaying platonic feelings towards them)

I know that this is probably (way) out of character for him, but I can't really stop thinking about it and I want to talk about it.

Kur is most likely very distant in terms of physical contact. Zarkt doesn't seem to be a person who even likes touch. Drix also isn't the type to engage in that stuff (besides Nokt doesn't really like Drix, so I doubt that they would cuddle or anything) and Rox, although being his younger sister doesn't feel like doing these sorts of things or take into account their importance.

Of course, when Nokt does approach them and hugs them, they let him, but very briefly. And, of course, every member gets treated differently.

Nokt treats Kur with distance, usually waiting for her to allow him to get closer. It's usually a quick (side) hug, and that's it.

Zarkt is treated kinda... respectfully? It's hard to explain, tho it's mainly due to Zarkts' character. And it's almost always side hugs, or at least an arm around the shoulders or just a hand on the shoulder.

Drix... Nokt doesn't like him that much. He's the least likely to receive any form of contact from Nokt, but if he does, then it's something like pat on the chest and even then, it happened like once after Drix did something quite impressive, that Nokt had to admit his delight.

And Rox. She's his little sister, so of course he's going to be the closest to her and always be the first one he comes to for comfort. Rox might sometimes resent the constant contact, but she usually lets him do it anyway. She's also the one that Nokt actually fully hugs.

As to why Nokt is like this towards his sister, well, it's because of the trauma he has. He fears that he might lose her one day, so he keeps her close and expresses his love for her.

Overall, pretty much all of the F5 (minus Drix) get a usual pat on the back, a reassuring hand on the shoulder, an occasional side hug or a full hug, though that's rare and most often happens to Rox.

Now, once again, this is kinda out of character. Besides, the whole shattered goodness thing probably affected their genuine feelings like love, etc. so there's that reasoning. Also, he's the leader, so he's more likely to actually show the least emotions, y'know, keep the whole "heartless leader" thing.

But like I said, I can't really get "Nokt is close to not only his sister, but also his teammates" thing out of my head, despite those reasons.

Just have the F5 be more 'human' I guess? Let them have these closer moments.

Let me imagine them being close to eachother. Have them be so tight-knit and inseparable.

They've spent a long time together, after all.

[amoreva]

I JUST BINGE READ ALL OF YOUR RACE FICS AND YOUR WRITING IS SO GOOD AAA💕💕 it feels like he’s real and the relationship is real and i’m actually in the world of the story holy shit,,, if you’re still taking requests can you write some race fluff, preferably in canon era, with like a cute lead up to him getting together with the reader (if you’re okay with it of course!) thanks!!

HOPELESSLY IN LOVE

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pairing: racetrack higgins x fem!reader

summary: the brooklyn newsies are strong and independent. they can hold their own and are respected; despite being a borough with a large amount of girls. so when one falls in love, her nature begins to crumble.

warnings: n/a

a/n: using the uksies as brooklyn, plus some from the broadway show. also, omfg i really appreciate it, thank you so much<3

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You never knew what romantic attraction felt like until you saw him at Medda’s Theater with his stupid blue eyes, his stupid blonde curls, his stupid cigar, his stupid cute smile—

Davey— that new Manhattan newsie was introducing your borough, respectfully, when you saw him. He was smiling at you, more so at your whole borough, ecstatic you showed up to the strike. That smile—that stupid cute smile made your heart flutter, your stomach churn with butterflies.

Of course, you knew what family love and platonic attraction felt like—you felt that for every newsie in Brooklyn. They were your brothers and sisters by heart. Yet, he stole your heart. Bastard. You ought to soak him.

Falling in love was a weird thing to do, especially since your priority was the sell papers to survive. You find yourself thinking about Manhattan’s second after the strike is won.

It didn’t help that he hugged you when Kelly announced the strike ended in their favor or when you guys talked during celebrations that night. The memories haunted your sleep.

A loud groan escaped your lips. That stupid smile of his. Your hands going over your warm, rose colored face as you sat on your bunk. Ritz and Hotshot peeked their heads into the girls bunk room, hearing you groan.

“What’re moping and griping about?” Hotshot asked, crossing his arms. His thick accent ringing in your ears.

You turn to look at you friends and remove the hands from your face. Before you could get a word in, Ritz is cupping your cheeks and feeling your forehead. “You’re burning up, Y/N!” Ritz exclaimed and shook your head side to side, lightly, to inspect your red cheeks.

“Ritz, please—” You begged the auburn haired girl to let your face go.

“Spot is going to be worried.”

“Ritz—”

“I think we have medicine somewhere.”

“Ritz, hang on—“

“Water and rest, that’s what my mama says.”

“I don’t have—”

“Spot ain’t letting you sell tomorrow.”

“Ritz!”

You shouted finally getting her attention. Ritz stopped her worrying. Hotshot stood up straight with raised eyebrows. You gently put your hands on Ritz’s wrists and removed them from your face. “I ain’t sick. I ain’t coughing or feelin’ bad.”

“Then what’s got your face so red, Y/N?” Ritz asked, she titled her head ever so slightly.

“A boy.” Hotshot spoke up.

You glared at Brooklyn’s second. Were you really that readable? Hotshot had to be a fucking psychic. A smirk danced on his lips. The silence said it all.

Ritz lit up like the Fourth of July. “You like a boy!” Ritz exclaimed with a wide grin. You slapped a hand across her mouth.

“Ritz, please don’t tell the others—” You begged to convey your seriousness. “You too, Hotshot.”

Ritz, still buzzing with excitement, nodded her head. You quickly shoved Hotshot into the girls’ bunk room and shut the door. “Who is it?” Ritz asked excitedly.

You pressed your lips together in a thin line. An internal dilemma with yourself. Would you rather suffer in silence, pin over a newsie in the other side of the Brooklyn Bridge or tell two people your crush which could potentially spread throughout the borough?

You decide to tell Hotshot and Ritz. Love is too confusing for you to suffer alone.

“It’s Manhattan’s second in command.” You mumbled, twisting your fingers as your face heats up. Just thinking about Race got your stomach all twisted up in a good way.

You didn’t think they heard you, but they did. Loud in clear.

“Race? Race!” Ritz confirmed.

Hotshot raised an eyebrow in amusement. “The one that “wanders” on our turf to bet at Sheepshead?”

“Yes.” You sighed exasperatedly and fell onto your bunk. “He’s just so—”

You couldn’t find the words to describe him, but then proceeded to go on a rant about Race for 10 minutes.

It wasn’t long before everyone in Brooklyn knew of your little crush on Manhattan’s second (and probably Manhattan). It was terrible with all the teasing and the questions on what you would do.

You didn’t know what to do! You would just lay in your bed and smile stupidly when you thought about him. “Pathetically in love” is what you thought.

Stray decided to do something.

With Spot’s permission (seeing you hopelessly in love was getting in the way of selling and Brooklyn’s reputation), Stray went to Manhattan. Stray had connections there. Her boyfriend and brother lived in Manhattan’s borough.

Stray told Specs, who told Elmer, who told Henry, who told Jojo, who told Mike, who told Finch, who told Race—that you liked him. When you got word that Race knew, you panicked.

Romance like that with him. You wouldn’t know how to act, what to do, or what to say. You’ve seen romance from afar; with rich couples, elderly couples, teenagers—all types of couples!

“Ya’ gotta relax, kid.” Spot patted your back after they found you contemplating your choices on your bunk. “If Racer is as half bright as you, he’ll see you’re a real gem.”

That gave you some confidence in yourself. You shouldn’t get worked up about some boy. Taking Mac’s advice seemed like the best option. “He’s just a guy!”

But, he seems real sweet and humorous and charming and ambitious. Keyword: seems. You might be setting yourself up for failure.

After days and days of dreading what you should do, Race came walking into Brooklyn, willy nilly, specifically to Graves’ and yours selling spot.

“Heya miss, can I get a pape?” Race asked.

You weren’t paying attention and grabbed a newspaper from your bag. Seeing him in front of you with his stupid blue eyes, his stupid blonde curls, his stupid cigar, his stupid cute smile—

You froze. A blush rising to your face. You spun on your heels and walked away. A fight or flight response.

Graves grabbed you with a smirk and turned you around. “Talk to him!” Graves whispered and pushed you towards Race.

He had that charming, amused smile on his face. “Hey.” He spoke, two hands on the strap of his paper bag.

“Hey.” You croaked.

“I—uh…got word, ya like me.”

“Mhm.”

Race looked at you awkwardly. If you looked hard enough, you saw a faint faint blush on cheeks. “You—uh…wanna go to the Sheepshead with me?”

“Now?” You asked incredulously.

“Now.” Graves spoke firmly. “You can sell at Sheepshead, don’t worry. I’ll be fine by myself.”

And so, you and Race went to Sheepshead Races. You held onto his arm like one of those rich ladies would do to a gentlemen. Conversation was made, no matter how awkward it was between you two.

The Sheepshead Races were loud and lively. You usually went here with Lucky and Scope when you had downtime.

“C’mon, they’ll start soon.” Race intertwined his hands with yours and pulled you through a crowd of people. “Gotta get the best seats.”

“Isn’t that the front row?” You asked, glancing back at where you and your friends would usually sit.

“Trust me, sweetheart. These seats are better than any front row.” Race grinned.

Your heart skipped a beat.

The name “sweetheart” sounded so right from his lips.

Race took you to a chainlink fence. You were close enough to see the jockeys’ faces and the horses shaking their head. The spot was at the bottom right of the original seating, in between the commentator’s box and the vendor.

He let go of your hand to lean against the fence. You frowned slightly, missing the feeling of his hand in yours. “Better than any front seat.” He repeated softly.

“Is this how you got your name?” You gestured to the races. Your nerves slowly disappearing. You were a Brooklyn newsie for Christ’s sake! Be confident!

“What?” Race shook his head as if you broke him out of his trance. “Oh—uh…kinda! That and I would be the first to the circulation gate. I’m pretty fast for a newsie.”

“You’re pretty for a newsie.” You responded without missing a beat.

“What’s that?” Race leaned in to hear you better. A smirk on his face.

Before you could respond, a gunshot sounded. Hooves slammed on the dirt track. The commentator spoke enthusiastically about the race. In no time, the horses and jockeys were passing you. The wind from them passing knocked off your newsie cape. You could practically see the sweat on the jockeies’ faces.

“Careful.” Race snaked an arm around your waist as soon as the horses passed. He pulled you towards him, concerned about your safety.

You yelped going face first into his chest. Race chuckled awkwardly. You pulled away slightly, but not out of his arms. You two met eyes, just staring. The sound of the hooves faded away.

His blue eyes, the same color as the East River, the same color as a beautiful day. No words were shared between you two. Race gulped. The tension palpable.

Cheering and groans were heard as the commentator announced the outcome. “If—you couldn’t tell…” Race spoke nervously, never tearing his eyes away from yours. “I think your cute—hell, I think your badass for being a Brooklyner.”

Usually when you saw a lady and gentleman like this, they share a kiss. Your heart was beating out of your chest. You never kissed anyone, but this seemed like the perfect moment.

“I don’t know how to kiss…” You admitted quietly.

“We don’t gotta kiss.” Race assured.

“But I want too.”

“…”

“…”

“Can I kiss ya then?”

“Please.”

The minute his lips met yours, the whole world froze. Your stomach twisted in a good warm feeling. Electricity and sparks flying with a single touch to the lips. Your brain was blanking. No words could describe a first kiss.

“Was that…okay?” Race pulled away.

“Better than okay.” You nodded firmly and pressed another kiss to his lips.

Both Race and you got a little more confident and kissed each other back. It only lasted a few seconds, but it was sweet. “There’s more to Brooklyn than the Sheepshead Races.” You pulled away this time.

“I figured.” Race laughed and ran a hand through his blonde curls. He picked up your newsie’s cap that flew off. Brushing off the dirt, he placed the cap back on your head.

“I wanna show you more places in Brooklyn.” You spoke without even realizing what you were saying.

“A date then.” Race smirked.

“A date.” You confirmed.

“Great.”

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[simp999]

I feel this is cringe but it itches the back of my mind like no other… since it’s late 60s early 70s in tf2, mercs reaction to there being a new recruit who is a female pilot? I’m sorry if this sounds like? Hyper specific ? But she’s like hot biker/pilot bitch who is like the epitome of Cool Girl (tm) flared ripped jeans and tight tank tops yk?

GOING INSANE OVER THIS ITS SUCH A COOL IDEA

I'm so sorry about how long it took to make this and how short it is, I'm trying to do all my requests in order of what I received em ww

TF2 Mercs x Badass Fem Pilot! Reader Headcannons

Wc: 730

Themes: uhh Fluff? Romantic and platonic depends on character

A/N: Sniper bias whoop

A/N 2: okay so. I try to stray away from fem reader stuff but this THIS is a complete exception because I love the idea sm

Taglist: @emotionally-alive-sniper @moopy-milk @skeleton-stomper-xoxo @emotionallyunwellmedic @physically-robotic-medic

Masterlist

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Scout: 

-God,, he is immediately in love with your style and vibes.

-Yes, in a simpery way

-Will absolutely fumble on words and flirt miserably

-"Hey girl are you a pilot cause uh you’re really cool"

-Absolutely will find clothes that he thinks suits your style and be your #1 hypeman 

Soldier:

-Wants to touch all the buttons

-"SHOW ME YOUR MEDALS!!!!!!"

-Does respect the effort and time you’ve put into training definetly. But is always asking you to prove yourself

-Okay you can pilot but can you do 30 pushups. Right here right now.

Pyro:

-Doesn’t think of you any differently if you’re female

-A new cool friend!!

-Just an adorable little goober. Okay maybe they get to sit in the front sometimes

-Loves loves loves making drawings of you and them and planes!!!! And clouds

Heavy: 

-Protective older brother.

-He is SO overprotective of you. You remind him too much of his sisters.

-You’re strong just like them but,, it’s just scary, y’know? He misses them

-Often just kinda chills around- and won’t stand for ANY harassment or anything rude. AHEM spy AHEM

-And the clear bias for you? It’s honestly funny at times

-He definetly makes you sandviches and just. Silently takes care of you

Engie:

-Rocket boosters for the planes. He’s gonna bring it up on multiple occasions

-Makes you little plane trinkets out of wood and stuff!! Pyro paints them :]

-Is so interested in infodumping about mechanical stuff with you- he’s glad he has somebody that just. GETS HIM yknow?

-If you need someplace to go chill away from the chaos that the mercs usually bring, the workshop’s your go-to. Late night convos are the best with this man

Demo:

-Roughhouses!!

-Treats you like one of the guys

-Respectfully ofc but. You’re getting noogies

-Will be offering you beer n stuff, he treats you like a really good friend

-Lives for your vibes

-He thinks you’re so badass!! Hell yeah!!!

Medic:

-Kay so. You probably had to go through lots of training right?? So!;

-Rivalry for first aid.

-Hear me out

-Everyone all of a sudden wants you to help make them feel better when they get small injuries because of the one time you mentionned you had to do a buttload of first-aid courses

-So. Lots of who can make it to the scene and get (injured person) back on their feet the quickest

-Does ask you if you’ve ever expirinenced or witnessed anything wild- such as big crashes, and how people dealt with the situations

-Loves your stories despite pretending to hate you- it’s just a friendly rivalry!

Sniper:

-He’s not one to really apprach you, but he does definetly admire you from a distance.

-He thinks you’re too cool for him :( 

-But eventually one day, you’ll ctach him stargazing- and you’d have the amazing idea of bringing him for a ride just the two of you so that you can see the stars

-.God maybe he just fell in love I MEAN WHAT????? ANYWAys

-He LOVES stargazing with you!!

-You get to tell eachother stories and it’s overall really calming- a nice from the hectic mercenary life

-He also happens to know a fair bit about constellations, so he’ll infodump unconsiously if you let him :) 

Spy:

-Spyyyy… dislikes your ideals, and has traditional values

-Not a fan of the way you hold yourself, but will eventually warm up a bit

-Im sorry,, I just don’t like Spy aheh anyways

-You probably end up showing off your skills- not of purpose though, just- you seen a natural at what you do, and that’s when he sees that maybe there’s a reason you’re such a big deal

(Bonus!) All:

-They all fight over who gets to sit in the passenger seat. Some are more civil about it, for example Engineer or Heavy- but they still want to sit in the front for their own reasons. You may have walked into the room only to find all the mercs fighting iver who’s calling shotgun for the next ride.

“I AM GOING TO PRESS ALL THE BUTTONS!”

“NO WAY CHUCKLEFUCK, I’M SITTIN’ NEXT TA THE HOT CHICK!”

“No. Heavy will sit next to pilot for protection. Is only fair.”

“Ya’ll- I have some things I’d like to see up close in the cockpit, I think I should be next.”

“Mmhhph!!!”

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Sep.20.23

[nogenderbee]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝕊𝕞𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕠𝕣 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ anon request: Hello, I hope you are having a good day. She wanted to ask for some platonic headcanons for the demon siblings and how they would react if they saw her sister (who is the 8th) defend the brother in question over some harmful comments another demon said to them. She is very protective and doesn't let anyone speak badly about her brothers > :).

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ *inhales* FINALLY CHILD READER WITH OM OMG I LOVE IT SM

Anyway~ hello! I did one-shot format because I felt like headcanons would turn out too repeative... I'm still not sure about it but hopefully it's alright!

I didn't do much dialogues because I really can't write fights well... but maybe one day!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ platonic, TW: swearing, fights, homophobia in Asmo's part

"Who does he think he is?!"

You heard some lesser demon complaining at Lucifer behind his back just because he confiscated their phones for breaking school rules. They were at fault for recording what they shouldn't!

"That fuck is probably jealous you have a girlfriend and he never even touched one."

That was so basic and yet it triggered you so much. You knew you shouldn't even bother after hearing such a low level insult but it was still an insult towards your older brother!!

You turned around to them, coming closer. They were definitely having small chuckle when they saw a teenager walking to towards adults like that. But oh boy... how you could insult others... you were even about to throw hands!

"That's enough!"

Suddenly you heard familiar voice behind you and hand separating you from other demons. It was the oldest of your brothers. He sent the lesser demons out and told them he'll set a punishment for their actions later as he deals with you first. He just looked at you slightly disappointed as he held end of his nose.

"Why did you throw hands at such a troublemakers? We talked about it, if someone brings you troubles just talk to me and I'll handle it."

"But they were insulting you!"

"And I could've dealt with it myself."

He may've said that and may've upset you a bit but deep inside his heart actually melted. He felt a bit happy that you'd want to protect his honor despite being so much younger. Of course, he'll never let that happen as he doesn't want to risk your health and life but it definitely made his day and you may know that from the fact he didn't punished anyone as roughly as usually.

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"He's literally so dumb! I can't believe he asked me for money while everyone knows he's NEVER gonna give it back!"

You overheard some demons starting a talk the second after your 2nd oldest brother left the room. When they were talking to him they so respectfully said no and that they don't have anything on them either way... but demons are cruel and you knew it.

So you being you, couldn't just let them get away with that. Maybe you were a long shorter but you WERE good at throwing! And it was just you and them in the classroom... classroom with singular chairs instead of benches... your plan was simple. And you did it without hesitation.

"Don't you insult my brother like that!!"

The two demons were a bit shocked. None of you noticed when the white haired demon came back after realizing he accidentally left you behind...

"Yo, that was great! Glad to see you won't have problems with fights!"

"I can throw one more!"

"Nah... let's go... I still have some savings so we can get some sweets, whatcha say?"

He tries shifting your attention to something else with poor excise but it worked! Or maybe he wanted to thank you for standing up for him? Not many do that after all...

"Oh sure!"

"Let's go. Oh and if Lucifer asks... just tell him it was me who threw a chair, 'key?"

"But-"

"I'll get you extra sweets, c'mon!"

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You were bored at a school party. It was still quite early and you just texted on family group chat a bit. You basically we're giving Levi some tips, as despite with Asmo in his room, he wasn't confident enough with himself to go. But eventually, they texted you they're coming over!

"You think that otaku is coming?"

Your attention was catched by some chat between 2 demons. They were talking about otaku... maybe it was your little protectiveness but you decided to eavesdrop for just a bit. There is small chance they're talking about someone else, right?

"He's probably kissing with his screen like always. Honestly, isn't Avatar of Envy supposed to be more scary rather than petite?"

But they were definitely talking about your brother... So you got up from your seat and you were ready to get into the argument. You couldn't let your brother get insult like that! And luckily for you, you just happened to remember few gossips and punishments they got through and used it to your advantage~

But when you were in the middle of an argument, 2 demons being your brothers entered. One looking stressed and second looking proudly at you.

Levi may've not wanted to say anything like that in the public but boy's heart melted on spot and he tried hiding his little teats of happiness. He was just so glad to have someone protect him like that and now you may not need a password to enter his room!

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"I heard the 4th brother destroyed whole classroom yesterday."

"Seriously?! Is that motherfucker why they changed our lessons to the worst classroom ever?!"

You knew you shouldn't interact. Oldest repeated to you to not be bothered by such a simple words. But 4th and 7th on the other hand... you just felt the need to protect your brothers honor. It was him who teached you all about self defense, so you might as well use it to repair him for those lessons!

You were actually pretty good, grown up demon was actually loosing with a teenager?! You could easily say it was pissing him off but you had your fun~ And when the demon was about to punch you back, his hand was blocked by someone else's.

"Don't. You. Dare. Touch them."

You saw the rage in Satan's eyes when he stood there in his demon form. And they said you're protective of brothers!

Obviously, the demon who started all of it quickly took his leave. Seems like he's just all bark and no bite... And now your brother was looking at you with proud grin as he ruffled your hair.

"I see you remembered my lessons. But you seemed to not see the punch. I'll teach you some more later, alright? And good job there."

He knew well why you initiated a fight and he would normally rub it in Lucifer's face that you stood up for him and for the oldest never so far, but he doesn't want to cause you troubles. Instead he left it as your sweet secret!

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@miya-akane - come get your cat lover!

"That girl is hot."

"Bro, that's a dude."

You overheard someone pointing at Asmo. You weren't mad ar all, mistakes happen!

"Ew! So he's crossdressing?! What is he, gay?! I'm not coming closer to whatever this thing is!"

But... homophobia is something that always pissed you off. Couldn't he just be like "oh well I'm not interested" instead of insulting? It's not like your brother did anything wrong to him! He was just himself!

So or course you stood up from your chair and walked to them. Keeping your voice calm tho with a malicious remark and tone. You didn't wanted to fight physically but you were more than happy to give them a taste of their own medicine.

Of course the demons didn't even took you seriously, blaming things on your age when they couldn't find the right come back. When youn were slowly loosing you patience, w hand landed on you shoulder.

"Come on darling, let's not wast your precious time on these! I could repair your nails instead, what do you say?"

You naturally agreed, knowing it's best not to get in more problems than needed. And on your way, Asmo made it known he heard ALL of it. From your amazing arguments to you protecting his image. He may've not showed all of his gratitude in that moment but you'll definitely see it later, when he invites you to every single sleepover he'll hold.

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@vodka-glrl - come get your pretty princess~

"Ugh... 6th got first place in strength competition AGAIN!"

"Calm down, it's just a matter of time untill he eats someone alive and will get into trouble."

"Didn't he already? There's a reason why everyone is afraid to even come close to that monster."

You were waiting for Beel in front of a classroom as you were supposed to walk together back home and grabs 7th brother on your way too. You heard the two talking and blood was absolutely boiling in you... how could anyone call the teddybear of family a monster?! You were so angry you just wanted to hit them with a bat or so...

"Remember, only fight when someone starts it. And try not to overrate your skills."

But then you remembered Beel's words you heard after every training. He, as well as few other brothers used to teach you bit of self defense arts tho he definitely knew the most about it! They all wanted you to stay safe, but maybe it's time to repay their kindness?

Instead of throwing hands, you decided to insult them back, not holding single drop of your hatred. You may've caused a scene but at least 2 demons were left speechless. And when they finally had the guts to say something, their mouth immidietly close as their eyes landed on something behind you, leaving without a word. When you turned around you saw no one else than your brother.

"Are you hurt? You weren't fighting, were you?"

"No, I was just talking big..."

"That's good. Thank you but next time let me handle it. Well, let's go now, okey? We still need to pick up Belphie."

Maybe he didn't say much but he was smiling the whole way, telling you that your little act despite making him worry for a second, it melted his heart when someone stops up for him. Even if he'd prefer you didn't do that, he appreciated it.

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"He's sleeping all the time... how does he got a better grade than me?!"

"He must be cheating! I mean... he's utterly dumb with the amount he sleeps!"

You overheard 2 demons talking during a lesson, Belphie sleeping next to you. You knew you couldn't do much because consequences would come immidietly. But the more they whispered between each other, not even trying to make sure you didn't heard them, the more you just wanted to punch them in the face.

"Don't worry, we can always mess up with his future exam and remove all the unfair answers."

But that's when you had enough... they wanted to change your brothers answers just because they think he's cheating! You were about to get up and give them a piece of your mind, almost forgetting you're on a lesson. But luckily you were brought back down be a hand.

"Don't worry. They both are failing this year and the ones on the right girlfriend cheated on him with the one on the left, they're just jealous."

You didn't knew if he was lying about all those gossips or being serious... and two boys thought the same. You could now hear them arguing over who cheated on who, while teacher tried calming them down. So while they were busy, you decided to get an answer on your question and whispered back to your brother.

"Seriously? Did that really happened?"

"I don't know. I lied. But they'll be busy with something else so it's perfect time to take a nap, don't you think?"

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@miya-akane - come get your sleepyhead!

[dancing-dawn]

for the ask game. please put him under the microscope

[to all my other sskk+kuro mutuals - love ya, have a little treat from me mmmwah!]

Why, my darling loving literary versed and slightly unhinged friend, you have my eternal gratitude for blessing me with this opportunity to analyse our bastard son. This ask just brought the brightest smile upon my face, because it was so unexpected but also, oh, how my soul has been craving it without my knowledge. I shall make a fair warning here: all of this is going to be my pure and unblemished opinion, since I have read 0, and I mean 0.00 Kuroshitsuji analysis (unlike, yk, for some other cursed by fate morally gray and doomed by the narrative characters for whom I have read every single instance of meta knowledge that can be found on this blasted site). So this shall be fun! Hopefully I can do him justice with my measly understanding of the source material and longtime hyperfixation.

Favourite thing: Ok I feel the need to be very insightful here and analyse the complexity of his character and why he’s such a unique and lovable protagonist besides being an absolute insufferable little shit but, honestly, it’s his character design for me. The way he’s drawn in the manga and espeeecially in the latest volumes where Yana’s art style has grown and flourished so much - it’s magnificent. Such a simple yet striking design, with the glowing engraved with runes purple eye beneath the eyepatch and the very simple boyish blueish hair which oh thanks god he doesn't look like your typical anime protagonist with crazy hair (it also helps to drive the appearance of just a normal little boy who's driven into a world of pure madness and forced to grow up and essentially come on top of the underground “mafia” because of his heritage)

Second, his asthma. As crazy as I may sound. The connection I feel to him because of his lung problems is as limitless as the sky. I adore asthma representation in media, it’s very important for me and I feel that his was portrayed very respectfully and serves to paint the full picture of his story.

Third, all the goddamn chess metaphors to his name. I love the chess symbolism to SHREDS!! And everything related to his personality to stem from that yes.

Least favourite thing: MMmmmmm some of his earlier outfits imao, I can think of some especially atrocious ones from the anime (the colors are NOT helping). But don’t get me wrong - I also love a lot of them. Especially those from the dreamscape, yk what I'm talking about.

Favourite line: I just realised I don't have one???? Preposterous, gotta go on a deep dive gimme a sec…

“I prefer to have my nightmares with open eyes.”

Oh that's a sick one I like it! Coming back to check Ciel quotes I'm being reminded this boy has some terrific life philosophy and I love him for it.

brOTP: Ok it’s a bit weird to call it a “brotop” but in the sense of which platonic interactions I love the most of course I need to say between those of our main duo. Ciel and Sebastian have the most complex and interesting dymanic, possibly out of any characters in media outside of kuro too, I just don't feel confident enough to analyse it here because honestly it's hard even for me to put into words.

OTP: I feel like the story of Black Butler is best told without any romance, so I’m gonna say none.

nOTP: For plot and current manga development reasons, as tragic as it is, I need to say Lizzy/ Ciel (both in fact). I love Lizzy, so so much. She became very dear to my heart the second her backstory and real character was revealed in Book of the Atlantic. Her love for Ciel is tragic in many ways. It makes for a dramatic interesting story but I still feel sympathy for her.

Random headcanon: He would soon reach a point when he'd start wanting to tear himself from Sebastian's care - maybe just to spite him, maybe to prove to himself he's as physically weak as he's perceived, but he will start making his own tea or trying and failing spectacularly to make his own desserts and little things like that.

Unpopular opinion: uuuuh gonna skip this one i can't think of anything perdonami perdonami

Song I associate with them: Easy. So easy in fact that I searched for the song the second I opened this document and it’s been playing nonstop for an hour while I write this. I have so many fond memories of this song because I discovered it very early into my Kuro obsession and at first I didn’t even realise it’s not an “official” character song, it just fits so so well. I remember this song carrying me through my uni prep art courses when I was feeling so stressed and close to throwing up, I always put this on repeat to calm me. I barely even remember what the lyrics mean and yet I still feel a very intense connection to it.

Favourite picture:

I shall not and need not elaborate further thank you :3