#and I swear the bi colors were an accident

[ratguy-nico]

Genuary2024 prompt Dream/Imagination

Why Gene signing "Like a Commet" (Steven Universe) for this first prompt?

Well cause you need a lot of imagination to think it XD

Kidding, uhm this is confidential information but I kinda been thinking about making a comic with Gene as the protegonist, I won't say anything else. Second protagonist Jimmy Jr. Okay nothing else. Is about Gen in his first year of High Schol. THIS IS NOT ABOUT THIS.

So the comic start with Gene dreaming of his first day in high school and the dream is Gene singing "Like a Comet" in front of the whole school everyone calling their name and cheering for them.

Rebuscado? Rebuscadisimo. Which mean over elaborate and overthinked. But it was the first thing I thought.

Oh and there's some reference to "The Frond Files" and other episodes specially on Gene's keyboard.

[will-pilled]

Montague

Possibly triggering stuff? Self harm, CA, SA.

Montague personality (summary, due to limited information):

Montague is controlling, as is evident. He comes off as very calm and collected, and seems like a rather calculating and "pulling the strings" sort of man. Can be very aggressive. Headcanons:

He/him cis man - Unlabled but prefers masculine leaning/androgynous individuals. (British cig) It's more aesthetics he's attracted to.

He is not a huge animal person, but Oscar was okay when he was around I guess..

Fashionista and artist, designs his outfits.

Fave colors are blue, white, black, blue-gray, and silver.

Knows a lot about rocks and crystals, keeps it to himself though because he doesn't want to look dorky.

He is very French, and swears in French often as well as muttering to himself and breaking into French speaking when flustered or overwhelmed.

Loves sweet and salty deserts as well as very savory food.

Really likes knives. They're neat.

He isn't a good man. He isn't even an anti hero. But he is very easy to feel bad for.

Not a fan of children, not at all.

Kind of a sarcastic ass hole. Not kind of, a huge one. Dry humor and sarcasm. *Blank stare* "Are you stupid?"

Skin care and hygiene freak, takes pride in how he looks.

The Society was the closest he had to friends, so when they all ditched each other he became bitter as FUCK.

He does want a romantic relationship BUT he also terrified of being close to someone. He doesn't want to risk someone being in control of him or being rejected or left. he has a VERY intense "leave people before they can leave me" mentality, but isn't really aware of it.

Borderline Personality Disorder - Is extremely convinced there is nothing wrong with him which leads him to be very "anti recovery," and makes him indulge a lot in unhealthy habits and actions. Has some narcissistic traits but not enough to have Narcissistic Personality Disorder.

He *appears* calm and collected, but the moment he is sure he is alone he may fall into a hole-in-wall-punching fit of rage. Him breaking things is not uncommon. He takes his anger out on objects the most. He wants to fill the hole in his heart with objects and power. He chases the temporary highs of stealing, the chase, being in control of someone, and even perhaps drugs if he is bored enough. He only smokes in front of others, as he avoids doing most others in front of people due to more noticeable effects. He feels rather empty.

Intense need for control over himself and others, and in turn hates losing his shit. He HATES when things don't go his way for this reason as well, and his stealing also goes into this as he wants to control items and where they are.

A bit of a stalker, but not too bad. Stalking socials is his biggest thing.

(Potentially triggering? Self harm.) He did the eye scar to himself. No cool backstory or funny accidents. He did it to himself to look the way HE wanted to look. To control how he looks and what happens to his body. He never talks about how he got it, but loves it. Likely has other scars as well in intricate patterns and pictures. Doesn't really do it anymore because he honestly got bored of it. Not because he got better in any sense of the phrase.

(!CA, SA!)

Montague grew up with a very emotionally abusive and controlling father (Montague is sadly repeating the cycle it seems). He wasn't hit much by his dad, but was often picked on by peers for his queerness and being "girly." which caused his aggressiveness, though since he can do "whatever he wants" he is more open about it now. Not really "price flags everywhere" kind of open (though ngl I could see Meowscles being like that fucking bi and transgender ass cat) but more of a "clear closet"/"Is he... Y'know?" kinda open. He doesn't care for either parent much, they were both distant and let money raise him so he doesn't have much of an attachment to either of them. He has no feelings for them and when he came to the island he felt little to no grief at losing his old life other than his money and power.

He was assaulted when he was a young adult for a period of time by an employer, who had a great deal of influence and control. This is also where Montague's "I want influence and power" mindset comes from as well, so he will NEVER be at someone else's mercy again. He feels anger over it. He is no "perfect victim."

[hisdarkconsort]

100 Questions

I stole this from another blog and it was from years ago but I don't care. Most people either don't know me at all or only know me from The Rabid House discord server which I'm no longer in.

1. What is your nickname?

Saturn or Shay but I definitely go by Saturn online lately.

2. How old are you?

35 but mentally like 18-20ish (sometimes even younger) and I'm not just saying that to be funny. I am autistic.

3. What is your birth month?

October

4. What is your zodiac sign?

I am a Libra Sun, Scorpio Rising and Saggitarius Moon

5. What is your favorite color?

Blue and Black...not together. I wear alot of black head to toe cause I'm an alt girl.

6. What’s your lucky number?

Thirteen...and no I'm not a T Swift fan.

7. Do you have any pets?

Yes, a cat named Dekker. He's named after the gay actor/musician, Thomas Dekker, who I just say is the male version of myself because we just have alot in common as far as interests go.

8. Where are you from?

USA in the Midwest

9. How tall are you?

5 feet 6 inches

10. What shoe size are you?

10

11. How many pairs of shoes do you own?

I own alot but I only wear my Vans

12. What was your last dream about?

I have been dreaming alot about someone else's Dark Urge character, no not Sylvan.

13. What talents do you have?

Absolutely none.

Obsessing over characters and/or people to the point I lose sleep and annoy anyone I talk to.

14. Are you psychic in any way?

I say yes, but I predict shit on accident all the time.

15. Favorite song?

I've never had a favorite song in my life because it changes constantly.

16. Favorite movie?

Well I was obsessed with the Twilight series for YEARS. And owned/still own a shit ton of merch and own all 5 movies in several different versions. (DVD, Blu-ray, Extended) Plus the little BTS videos they were sold seperately. I was also really obsessed with FSOG.

17. Who would be your ideal partner?

Nobody because I am Aro. But my perfect guy would definitely be gay or at least bi/pan and a perfect women would be a hot lesbian lmao. Everyone has to be queer. LMAO But I don't want a relatonship tbh.

18. Do you want children?

No.

19. Do you want a church wedding?

Absolutely fucking not. Churches make me highly uncomfy and I am far from religious.

20. Are you religious?

Does believing in science and the supernatural count? Christianity is a cult.

21. Have you ever been to the hospital?

Yes.

22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law?

Yes but never arrested.

23. Have you ever met any celebrities?

Not huge celebrities. But I have hopped into a live podcast just to talk to Thomas Dekker lmao and I used to talk to one of his besties occasionally on IG and she also followed me until they had a falling out. His sister still follows my rarely active IG account.

24. Baths or showers?

Both?

25. What color socks are you wearing?

Currently not wearing any.

26. Have you ever been famous?

No

27. Would you like to be a big celebrity?

No thanks.

28. What type of music do you like?

Everything.

29. Have you ever been skinny dipping?

 I have. I'll spare the story though cause its a big yikes.

30. How many pillows do you sleep with?

Three.

31. What position do you usually sleep in?

On my right side.

32. How big is your house?

I live in a tiny apartment in an eleven story building.

33. What do you typically have for breakfast?

Left overs or whatever is available in my fridge that morning.

34. Have you ever left the country?

Never.

35. Have you ever tried archery?

Uh...no

36. Favorite clean word?

Trying to think of one...and I use too many dirty words...

37. Favorite swear word?

Fuck

38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?

3 days

39. Do you have any scars?

All over. I have acne scars, injury scars.

My bigger ones include my elbow from a bicycle accident when I was little, a round scar on my knee from getting pushed into my bed frame, and a cresent scar on my index finger from it getting shut in a heavy door at work that needed stitches and therapy. I still cannot bend my finger all the way but gaming with a controller helped alot.

40. Have you ever had a secret admirer?

Not that I care to know of.

41. Are you a good liar?

No, I suck. I"m way too blunt and honest.

42. Are you a good judge of character?

No. I’m ridiculously oblivious and don’t want to assume things about people.

43. Can you do any other accents other than your own?

I can do a shitty Kermit and a shitty british accent.

44. Do you have a strong accent?

No, its literaly midwest news reporter accent. I don't talk like a news reporter...just American news reporters lack accents so that they can sound clear?

45. What is your favorite accent?

I would say British or Irish but I'm so used to those accents because I watch so many things where people have those accents that I don't notice the accent.

46. What is your personality type?

I forget. I don't care enough.

47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing?

I would say my old winter coat that I no longer wear...because one...it isn't my style and two...the zipper broke and it’s too small. My second would probably be my "The Shining" Vans.

48. Can you curl your tongue?

Like fold it? Yes. In both ways.

49. Do you have an innie or an outie bellybutton?

Innie.

50. Left or right handed?

Right.

51. Are you scared of spiders?

Mostly no. But if I see one suddenly and its moving fast...I might jump.

52. Favorite food?

Chicken

53. Favorite foreign food?

Italian Pasta dishes or Chinese food. Or Mexican.

54. Are you a clean or messy person?

I'm very messy and unorganized both. Its kinda embarressing.

55. Most used phrase?

I go through phases and its usually whatever the internet is saying. I keep up with slang even though I'm old. Lol

56. Most used word?

Honestly...the F word. I don't even realize I say it.

57. How long does it take for you to get ready?

Like 5-10 mins.

58. Do you have much of an ego?

NO

59. Do you suck or bite lollipops?

Suck on them then bite when I think my teeth can handle it.

60. Do you talk to yourself?

Always when alone..out loud and I even have full blown conversations as if I were talking to someone else. Its very delulu but at least I'm actually aware I'm doing it. I think its a habit from my childhood that I never outgrew. I'm also autistic so it also might be why.

61. Do you sing to yourself?

Yes

62. Are you a good singer?

I stay in tune at least.

63. Biggest Fear?

Death

64. Are you a gossiper?

Sometimes.

65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen?

I can't think of one on top of my head.

66. Do you like long or short hair?

I had long hair as a young child and then my old step-mom cut it off and forced me to have short hair and I hated it for years and then when I moved out, I grew it long but now that I'm older I prefer it shorter even though right now it's long but that's because Im due for a haircut.

On other people...I dont have a preference.

67. Can you name all 50 states of America?

Yes, but not in order.

68. Favorite school subject?

Lunch ( I hated school)

69. Extrovert or Introvert?

Super introvert!!!!!

70. Have you ever been scuba diving?

No.

71. What makes you nervous?

Dating. Not only does it make me nervous but it gives me major anxiety which now I avoid dating at all and have like no desire to.

72. Are you scared of the dark?

I used to be but now no.

73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes?

I want to but I try avoiding it because I come off as rude when I do when its not even on purpose. That's an autistic thing.

74. Are you ticklish?

I would say don't even try because I'll kick you in the face.

75. Have you ever started a rumor?

Not on purpose.

76. Have you ever been in a position of authority?

Kinda. I hate it.

77. Have you ever drank underage?

Yes

78. Have you ever done drugs?

Does weed count?

79. Who was your first real crush?

I had lots of crushes as a kid. None lasted very long.

80. How many piercings do you have?

Just 4 in my ears. I'v wanted more but I 'm a very lazy person.

81. Can you roll your R’s?

Barely and I sound weird when I do it plus I cant say words when I do it.

82. How fast can you type?

Um, not super fast but fast enough. I make frequent mistakes. And I don't use the keyboard properly like I was taught in school because I don't have very good control of my pinkies.

83. How fast can you run?

I used to be able to run pretty fast but then I got fat...

84. What color is your hair?

Dark brown almost black but I'm actually graying pretty bad at 35 (thanks mom) so I have a ton of gray hair and honestly I can't wait until its full gray so I can dye it fun colors.

85. What color are your eyes?

Hazel green but people mistake them for brown all the time because of my deepset eyes and the shadow that gets casted over them or something. I don’t really know.

86. What are you allergic to?

Liars and bullshit.

87. Do you keep a journal?

I tried in middle school but then my step mom at the time liked to invade my privacy so I stopped.

88. What do your parents do?

My dad is a delivery driver for a local delivery and shipping company. And my mom works for an art supply company and she works in shipping in the warehouse. My step-mom is what I call unimployed but runs a Bible study group and cleans her friend’s houses or house sits. My step dad works for a powerwashing company, travels for it and is only home on weekends.

89. Do you like your age?

I'm 35 and I feel 80 :/

90. What makes you angry?

Unpatient people and people who are rude. (From working in retail)

91. Do you like your own name?

My real name no, which is why I go by half of it.

92. Have you already thought of baby pet names, and if so what are they?

I want to name a cat Vegas but also now Astarion.

93. Do you want a boy or a girl for a child pet?

I don't care.

94. What are your strengths?

Ask me another time.

95. What are your weaknesses?

Anxiety. Dweliing on things from years ago or just hours ago that I wish I can go back and change. I overthink alot which is why I don't date anymore. I come off as very negative and rude but it's mostly unintentional. I'm easily frustrated and overreact.

96. How did you get your name?

It comes from my dad's middle name.

97. Were your ancestors royalty?

No. Atleast not on my mom's side.

98. Have you ever been to a therapist?

Yes.

99. Color of your bedspread?

Which one? I have two.

100. Color of your room?

White because I'm not allowed to paint.

[mizunetzu]

Can you do a scenario where reader (male pronouns) kind of outs himself as bi and then hides for a while since it was an accident and he wasn't actually ready and after some time bakugo finds him and they end up awkwardly confessing to each other? Bonus points if you can do ComfortingTM class 1A (also I just really want bi representation 🥺)

BRO BRO ur reblogs and replies always make me BAM BAM

(Also y’all ik that gif is huge but it had denki AND baku in it and i felt compelled to use it bc kamis kinda important in the story NSNDNEKWK)

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Bakugou x reader - How to Out Your Classmate

⚠️warnings - being outed by your classmate (denki) (I’m sorry denki stans), bakugou kinda bulling kami at the end kdnfjekfj

Pronouns - male, he/him

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It was something he didn’t mean to say.

Rather, it just slipped out.

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“Ne, (L/n)-kun, don’t you think Yao-momos hair is kinda sexy today? Her hair down plus that hair clip is FIRE dude!”

Kaminari slung a arm around (Y/n’s) shoulder, while Mineta smugly grinned from his seat. He wiped away a line of drool dripping from his mouth.

“Oh oh oh, her hair falls over her boobs so perfectly! I just wanna touch them at least once, ehuheuheu...”

Sero sighed from his seat. “Dude. You really are a scumbag. Stop that.”

Mineta, not missing a beat, turned to Sero with a shit-eating grin. “Oh? Why’s that? Are you gay or something?”

(Y/n) visibly stiffened from under Kaminari’s grasp. Kaminari however, didn’t notice and played along into Mineta’s joke.

“Yeah dude, kinda sus. Don’t go perving on me in the locker rooms now, haha!”

Sero sighed once more, this time with a playful smile. “Shut up, your probably more sus than I am-“

He was cut off when (Y/n) started wriggling out from under Kaminari’s arm. The three looked at (Y/n) quizzically, while (Y/n) awkwardly coughed. “I’m...leaving.”

“Why? What happened?” Kaminari leaned on the back of Seros desk.

“Well-you guys are...loud and I’m going to my desk.” Even the dumbest person could tell how tense (Y/n) was. Though, Kaminari was as dumb as he was oblivious. He scoffed, but it sounded more like a chuckle.

“What? I don’t get it, man. We were teasing Sero, not you.” Kaminari’s teasing tone felt like heaters blasting full power through (Y/n’s) body. It was strange. You always felt kind of hot when you get a little flustered. “So what part of what we said bothered you?”

“N-nothing!” (Y/n) cursed at the way he raised his voice, cursing even more at his small stutter.

“Then why are you panties in such a twist? I’m just making fun of Sero bein’ sus.”

“W-well how fun! Move, class is starting.” Truth be told, class didn’t start until 10 minutes later. When (Y/n) tried to subtly push past Kaminari, he grabbed him by the arms and blocked his way out. “No way I’m moving! You’re mad for some reason, and I just wanna know why!”

“So what exactly did we do?”

Sero rested his chin on his palm. “Yeah if you can tell us we can stop doing it, (L/n)-kun. I gotta agree with Kami on this one.”

An irk mark appeared as (Y/n’s) face flushed a darker shade of pink. Not in the good way though. He struggled helplessly in Kaminari’s stronghold, before tching and looking away.

“There’s nothing more to say-! You’re just-starting to get on my nerves and I wanna leave-!”

“Really? That’s it?” Kaminari looked at (Y/n) skeptically, before his face lit up. “Oh wait!”

“You started getting all pissy when we were talking about Yaoyorozu...and you also got mad the other day when she was talking about Bakugou...”

Shit. Shit. Shit.

“..So you like Yao-“

“I don’t fucking like Yaoyorozu!”

Now Kaminari was starting to get antsy. “Then what! Why are you mad! Is it because Mineta and I were ‘perving’?!”

“I’m not fuckin’ mad about you drooling over Yao-momos boobs! I’m not mad at all!”

Students started to gather once Kaminari and (Y/n) started to raise their voices higher and higher. Kaminari’s grip on (Y/n) was long gone, though (Y/n) was too upset to notice.

“If you weren’t mad about that, you were obviously mad about that time Yao-Momo talking about how Bakugou was attractive. So what? Do you like Bakugou or something? Are you gay?”

(Y/n) paled and grit his teeth. He was full on yelling now. “Stop saying that, damnit! I don’t like boys! Y-you know that!”

Kaminari gasped comically. “Oh my god! You totally avoided my question, dude!”

“What?!”

“Yeah! Now I get it! That’s what’s bothering you so much! It all makes sense!”

Kaminari’s mad expression morphed into one that you make when you solve a difficult question. It felt like all the blood in (y/n’s) face was drained, yet all the blood rushing to his cheeks burned like fire. Sero stood up from his chair and placed a hand on Kaminari’s shoulder. “Dude, uh-I think that’s enou-“

“Your confused because you’re straight but now you’ve started to like a guy, right?! Bakugou, right?!”

Seros warning went over Kaminari’s head completely. (Y/n) dug his nails into his palm while Kaminari pried into (Y/n’s) mind with his eyes.

“I’m not confused! I’m pissed. Very, very pissed at you!”

The blond haired boy slammed his arms down on Seros table and leaned in uncomfortably close. (Y/n) wanted to step back, but if he did, he’d run straight into Sero.

“Ok. If you answer this compleeeetely honestly, I’ll let you go. Swear! And we’ll never talk about this again! Just say yes or no! Nothing else!”

Sero glanced around the room. Everyone was staring, some had their hands over their mouths, and some were whispering and asking what was going on. Sero nervously tugged on the fabric of (Y/n’s) blazer. “U-um...yo... (y/n)...Kamin-“

“Do you like Bakugou?”

“I-“

“And don’t say you don’t like boys or you’re not gay, we ‘know’ that!”

“I’m-“

“Just say yes or no!”

“N-“

“Are you ga-“

“I’M BI!” (Y/n’s) sudden outburst silenced the classroom. It was like a blow from a king to shut up the commoners. “I’M BI, SO SHUT UP! ARE YOU HAPPY?! I’M NOT GAY AND I DON’T LIKE BAKUGOU! I DONT! I-I DONT. I don’t. I...”

Stagnant air flooded the 1-A classroom. Almost immediately, (Y/n) slapped both his hands over his mouth, eyes blown wide. Kaminari awkwardly chuckled. “Uh...”

(Y/n) took a tentative step back, bumping straight into Sero. He reflexively grabbed onto (y/n’s) forearms, stabling him.

“Are you oka-“

“Don’t touch me!” (Y/n) pushed off of Seros body and stumbled over a desk. He crashed onto the ground and fumbled onto his bottom. Students upon students neared towards him, all their face and voice blending together into one big, muddy pile. Their voices eventually turned into ringing, louder and louder until-

“SHUT UP!” (Y/n) rose to his wobbly legs, half running and half crawling towards the door as fast as he could. He could hear the protestant shouts of his classmates, or even the sleepily confused expression of his teacher as as flew by him in the hallway.

He guessed he was skipping class that day.

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40 missed calls from: Mina-San domoo-!!

125 unopened texts from: Mina-San domoo-!!

23 missed calls from: Kamiii ⚡️

45 unopened texts from: Kamiii ⚡️

12 unopened texts from: Iida Tenya.

5 unopened texts from: ura-chaaaan 💖

1 unopened text from: Bakugou

(Y/n) turned off his phone. He knew if he kept it on, Mina would keep spamming his phone with text messages.

It’s been about a few days since his whole freak out happened. He’d bolt out of class the second it was dismissed, and he kept himself either locked in his room, or out of the dorms as much as humanly possible. He wasn’t ready to have that conversation yet.

His phone buzzed again. He sighed, half expecting it to be another spam text from Mina. What he didn’t expect, was to see Bakugous contact photo on his screen, with the big green words “Incoming call-Bakugou” blaring at him so intimidatingly.

Something made him want to answer.

He pressed the phone to his ear.

“Oi.”

Bakugous gruff voice sent chills down the boys spine. His voice seemed to lock itself inside his throat, refusing to come out his mouth.

“Say something, dumbass.” Oh boy, was he trying. Everytime he opened his mouth, his throat closed up and refused to open again. Bakugou sighed harshly through the speaker.

“Stop being stupid and avoiding us-“ (Y/n) absentmindedly pressed the red “end” button. If Kaminari or Kirishima or whatever convinced Bakugou, to convince HIM to stop avoiding them, just because he ‘liked’ him, (and he totally did), he’d rather not hear it.

(Y/n) went to crumple up a piece of paper he was scribbling on, and drop it into the trash can, when it bounced on top and rolled away pathetically near his feet. His trash can was overflowing. Well, it was expected, since he was deliberately missing out on trash days just so he didn’t have to leave his dorm. (Y/n) swiped up the piece of paper, along with the trash bag lining the bin.

A few seconds outside couldn’t hurt. No one will see him. He’ll just...throw the bag in the dumpster, and slink back in before anyone knows he’s there.

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(Y/n) hauled the trash bag into the dumpster, throwing it from out over his shoulder. He dusted off his hands and wiped forming sweat off his brow. The trash was out, no one saw him, all he had to do was slip back in his room before anyone sees him.

He huffed and turned around, immediately being smacked by a spiky tuft of blond hair. All the color drained from (Y/n’s) face. Bakugou turned his head and spat onto the dirt, clicking his tongue in the process.

“Figured you’d be here.”

”...there’s no way you could’ve-“

“It takes about a couple days for a small trash can to fill up. And knowing you, shit-for-brains, would come and take it out when no one was really watching. 5 pm, when everyone’s getting ready for dinner. You really do have shit-for-brains, shittyass.”

Bakugou may seem like a meathead, but the times he showed he was observant and intelligent made his heart tie knots around itself. (Y/n) bit back a stutter and a blush.

“W...ell, how-how’d you know I was going to take it out today? A-and to this dumpster, instead of the one on the other side of the dorms?”

Bakugou scoffed loudly, stalking closer to him. (Y/n) gulped. “This ones closer to your dorm room, even I know that, loser.”

Bakugous voice dipped, suddenly becoming uncharacteristically quiet. “...and I’ve been coming here everyday at 5 pm...shittyass...”

Bakugou was really dedicated to his scheme, huh. Just so he could see him? (Y/n)? He should be the LAST person Bakugou would want to see. Especially with what Kaminari was blabbering about. Still...It made (Y/n) feel a bit special.

But knowing Bakugou, he was just probably here to tell him how disgusting he was. Maybe he’ll start calling him ‘dick-for-brains’ instead of ‘shit for brains’. Or just plain on ‘fag’.

“Oi-stop spacing out and fucking listen to me! And don’t you dare run away until you hear me the fuck out!”

Bakugous palms flashed white, generating small blasts and he pointed an agitated finger at (Y/n). He stepped back reflexively.

“Um...well...what did you want then?” (Y/n) awkwardly fumbled with his hands behind his back, trying to keep still as much as he could. He wanted to disappear.

“Is it true?”

(Y/n) looked up. Bakugou was staring dead on, with his hands shoved stiffly in his pockets and sporting the faintest blush on his face. It was so unnoticeable, you could blink and miss it. That, and the trademark scowl, you could hardly tell if his face was red because of anger or something else.

“What is?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, fuckass! Do you like me or not?!”

(Y/n) opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Bakugou grunted and stepped closer. “Answer me!”

“S-so what if I do-?! You gonna call me a fag?!” (Y/n) was sweating bullets. He hoped Bakugou wouldn’t see how utterly nervous he was. Fake it til you make it. Though, he doesn’t know what he’d do once Bakugou goes flames blazin’ on his ass. He could all ready see his reaction-

Bakugou smirked. “Knew it.”

Knew it? (Y/n’s) nerves temporarily fizzled down, a wave of confusion washing over him. “...What?”

“God, do you need me to spell everything out for you? It was obvious. To me at least. Everyone was probably too fuckin’ dumb to notice.”

(Y/n) fell silent. He could speak if he wanted to, his throat wasn’t closing up, but he chose to keep silent. It’s not like he knew what to say, anyways. He was stunned into submission.

“-so I was right. Now, go out with me, Bitch.”

“Thanks. But I’ll pass.”

“I-��� Bakugou made a sputtering noise. (Y/n) wasn’t sure if he was caught off guard or sputtered out of sheer anger. “What?! Why the fuck not?!”

“Dude, how do I know you aren’t like, I dunno, being bribed by Kaminari or something to try and ‘prove that I’m bi’? Or that your just mocking me?”

“Idiot! Why the fuck would you think I’d listen to a dumbass like dunce face?! I fucking like you, you like me, I don’t see the problem here!”

(Y/n) knew he wasn’t lying. Bakugou was many things, a shithead, a piece of angry trash, but he wasn’t a liar. Still, he sighed and shoved his hands in his pockets.

“Dude, as much as I’d love to go out with you, there’s too much cons to it. I mean-first off, I don’t want people calling you a fag or anything because you’re with me...second, I’m...scared of how the class’ll take it, especially for someone like you-“

“Eh?! What’s that supposed to mean?! Are you fucki-“

(Y/n) pushed past him, accidentally brushing his shoulder in the process.

“...And third, even if I’m too scared how the class would react, I’m too prideful to let Kaminari ‘predictions’ win.”

He was gone before Bakugou could turn around.

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(Y/n) was late to class on purpose that day.

He didn’t want to risk it with Bakugou, Kaminari, anyone. He’s more afraid of the class than he is of getting scolded by Aizawa. And that was saying something.

So when he walked in the door, Bakugou gripping Kaminari’s tie and releasing small blasts in the air with his wound up hand, he didn’t know if he should replace ‘Getting Scolded By Aizawa’ with ‘Getting Murdered By Bakugou’ in his worries for today.

“Fucking idiot!” Bakugou growled, spit flying onto Kaminari’s face as he set off another blast. It was small enough not to cause damage to any desks or chairs around them, but it was close enough to Kaminari’s face to make him yelp. “I’ll fucking kill you!”

“Ow!” Kaminari half yelled-half whimpered. Bakugou’s hands heated up, glowing orange from under Kaminari’s chin. “Hey-HEY! Chill-!W-what did I even do?! OW!”

Bakugou slammed him against his desk by his blazer. “It’s your fuckin fault that shit-for-brains won’t go out with me!”

Another blast. This time, fired in the air but much bigger than before. Kaminari flinched. “Ah! S-shit-for...(L/n)?! How is it my fault?!”

“It’s your fault because you made him all scared and shit to go out with me! With your stupid prying ass! Now he won’t go out with me until I get you to apologize! So apologize so I can have a fuckin boyfriend! Go die!”

(Y/n) looked around the room. No one was trying to stop Bakugou from literally roasting Kaminari alive. Not even Iida. Everyone stood there, eyes locked on Kaminari or recording them while stifling snickers. (Y/n) walked up to Mina, who was recording and whispering commentary near the speaker.

“Uh...what’s happening? Why’s no one stopping Bakugou?”

Mine looked up. “Well-he kinda deserved it. I mean, he did act like a dick to you a few days ago. Bakugou’s just givin’ him a piece of his mind.” She fixed her angle on her phone, hunching down slightly in the process. “Also, glad to see you talking to us again, (L/n)~”

(Y/n) glances around the room once more. Everyone seemed to silently agree. Though, Iida looked like he was going to explode in his seat. Poor Iida. Poor Kaminari.

(Y/n) was brought out of his mind when Mina slowly panned her phone over to him. He was about to question her, when Kaminari was thrown carelessly at his feet. Bakugou kicked at Kaminari’s hunched figure, stepping on his back with his hands clenched in his pockets.

“Say it.”

Kaminari made a wheezing noise.

“FUCKIN’ SAY IT!”

“I-I’m sorry for outing you in-in front of our classmates...”

Bakugou dug his foot into Kaminari’s back. “LOUDER!”

“I’M SORRY-OW! FOR O-OUTING YOU IN FRONT OF OUR CLASSMATES-!”

Bakugou gave Kaminari a look saying to ‘keep going.’ Kaminari shot back with a face that said ‘dude. What you want me to say is fucking stupid.’

Bakugou snarled and fired another mini explosion into the air. Kaminari squeaked and looked up at (y/n), who had the most confused look on his face. Kaminari sighed.

“And...totally I don’t think that you and Bakugou are gonna get together...totally unexpected...”

Kaminari, even if he was about to be best to a pulp, couldn’t help the snicker from leaving his mouth. Bakugou, you dumb fuck. He was probably thinking back to the time (Y/n) said ‘I’m too prideful to let Kaminari ‘predictions’ win’. Even so, that was just dumb. Even for Bakugou.

Bakugou huffed contently, while Kaminari shakily pulled himself up. Bakugou thunked him on the head again. “There. Now you have no fuckin’ reason not to be my boyfriend. If you don’t I’ll kill you.”

(Y/n) hummed out of hesitation. “Ehhhh...but...”

“We allowed Bakugou to rough up Kaminari, which is a CLEAR violation of the rules, the least you could do is say yes, (y/n)-kun! Though I do believe Bakugou should be punished for his harsh actions.”

Iida jutted out from his seat, swinging his arm in the air. Everyone stayed silent for a second, until Tsuyu stepped forward. “I agree with Iida-Chan, kero. You two would look nice together.”

One by one, the class started saying how ‘cute’ they’d be together or that they didn’t care that (y/n) was Bi, much. It was different from when the class was clamoring around him, instead of all their voice blending together in one big ring, he could hear every single persons song of praise. He supposed it was alright. It wouldn’t hurt as much as he think it would.

(Y/n) sucked in a breath, and turned his head to Bakugou. He looked at (Y/n) almost expectantly.

“...fine....you win...you better take care of me, Bakugou.”

He turned his head and scoffed. “Idiot. I was gonna do that regardless.”

Mina started clapping and wolf whistling. Eventually, everyone started to clap and ‘aww’ed, before quickly rushing to their seats once they heard groggy footsteps approach the door.

A man with shaggy hair walked in. The class sat silent, staring at Aizawa. He sniffed and trailed his eyes around the room.

Setting his sleeping bag behind his podium, he pursed his lips. “Where is Kaminari?”

“W-whey...”

Kaminari was laying on the floor next to (y/n’s) seat, smiling dumbly with burn marks. He was pumping his fists with his thumbs sticking out. Everyone broke into a cold sweat.

“Would anyone like to tell me why Kaminari is out of his seat?”

Oh fuck.

Bakugou got 3 days house arrest.

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Jdjdjejejc this was real fun to write HAHAHAHA I’m lowkey proud of it

[takottais-oc-askblog]

Random oc headcanons.

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Tw: swearing, mentions of eye contact.

Please tell me if there's something else you need me to tag and if you want more of these.

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Rico will answer to any name that has a r in the beginning, Reese, Rachel, Ryan you name it; most the time he'll just look up/over at you with a blank stare but every now an again he'll physically answer with a " Yeah? What's up." Then freeze as it processes what you just called him.

Related to that Quinncie will always respond if you call him a bitch.

T.y likes to hold eye contact with people who he trusts and will spew absolute nonsense about his newest hyperfixations if you let him!

Diel has a collection of snapbacks that she never wears but keeps; they all have their own little spaces on a set of bookcases that she keeps them in.

Maddie was once part of a cult by total accident.

Flesh stims alot by clacking his teeth together.

Bei has a very sensitive nose due to it being broken multiple times.

Diel and T.y are both allergic to penicillin.

Maddie brings leftovers to the arbor family house because Chii can't cook for shit.

Bei and Quinncie have really big sweet tooths, which has led too Quinncie bribing Bei with candy so that he'll hangout with her.

Chii has color coded his kids and is so used to them in their specific colors that if they were to swap he would probably blue screen trying to get their names right.

Speaking of the color coding, Bei is green, T.y is red, Dax is pink, Rico is purple, Flesh is black and Iris is magenta.

T.y stims by making these glass marbles float around him.

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I'll probably add on to this if y'all like it!

Reblog's > likes, please I need validation.

Tag list: @nansblockit @demi-bi-disaster @ticket-to-ride13 @kooky-spooks @piratenclown @tubb-o

If you want to be tagged just comment on this post or shoot me an ask/message, have a wonderful day!

[nostalgiaispeace]

2241.

urvey by lilprincess

Approx. Time you began this survey: 328pm

Describe your mood right now: content

Spell your first name without vowels: shl

Age you will be on your next birthday: 31

Zodiac Sign: capricorn

Do you believe what your horoscope says about your sign? sometimes

What state/region do you live in? kentucky

Height: 5′4″

Do you smoke? no

Do you drink? not really

What’s your ethnic background? white

What’s your religious background? athiest

What’s your natural hair color? brown

What;s your natural eye color? brown

Do you have any bad habits you want to break? well yeah don’t we all?

Name a few of your positive habits. i’m way too negative about myself for this lol

Have you ever lived in a foreign country? no

Did you vote in the Nov. 6 2012 presidential election? i did not

Are you even eligible to vote? yes

Are you right handed or left handed? right

When you write, is your penmanship usually neat or do you tend to scribble? both

Have you ever experienced an accident? (of any type): yes

Do you have/want children? i have a daughter

Are you environmentally conscious? not really

What’s your favorite mode of transportation? car

Do you prefer 80’s - 90’s music compared to today’s music? not really

Are you more of an introvert (quiet/shy), or extrovert (social butterfly)? introvert

What’s your favorite emoticon? :P

Do you miss the good old days of hand-written letters? sure

Do you enjoy receiving or giving more? both at nice

Are you good at keeping secrets? yeah

Do you take or give advice more often? give

Do you have your driver’s license? yes

Would you rather be poor & happy or rich but miserable? idk

Have you ever had a pregnancy scare? yes

Have you ever blocked someone on Facebook? yes

Do you think recreational marijuana should be nationally legalized? yes

Describe your perfect first date. dinner and a movie

Have you ever been high? yes

Have you ever watched a NC-17 rated film? i’m sure i have

If you ever become reincarnated as an animal, what would you want it to be? a cat

Do you remember where you were/what you were doing on September 11, 2001? yes i was in school

Do you ever wish you were of a different nationality/religion? religion yes

Are you more of a junk food addict or health nut? neither

Do you believe Antarctica should be considered the 7th world continent? is it not?

Describe your own sense of humor in 1 word: no

Have you ever quoted the Bible (or any other Holy Book)? yes.

Have you ever completed a Sudoku puzzle? no

Would you rather be a nuclear physicist or marine biologist? no thanks

Do you have a deep, dark secret you’re hiding from every one? no

Would you rather be able to soar like an eagle or swim like a dolphin? swim

If you wanted to learn a foreign language, what would it be? french

Are you bi-curious? No.

Did you watch the Disney Channel or Nickelodeon more as a kid? disney

Name 5 films that were made the year you were born: no

Did you have a lot of friends in high school? not really

Do you rely more on the newspaper, Internet or TV as your news source? internet

True or false: Bigger is better. true

Do you think religion is the primary cause of war? yes

What’s your favorite pizza topping? cheese

Think of your wardrobe. What color do you wear the most? hoodies and tshirts

Have you ever been to a planetarium? yes

Do you feel like you connect more with animals or other people? neither

Do you feel like sometimes you have to lie in order to protect yourself? yes

How often do you exercise? lol

Can you swear in a different language? no

Do you think teachers/doctors deserve to get paid more than pro athletes? teachers yes. doctors get paid enough

From a scale of 1- 5, you would rate this survey: 3

Do you think most of these questions were more original or more ordinary? oridnary

Approx. time you completed this survey: 335pm

[moving-wright-along]

wildflowers (toby)

@creepy-bi-day 🥺🥺🥺 im in love w this boy

“Ouch! Careful.” You warned. 

“S-Sorry sugar. I’m tryin’a be- be gentle.” Your boyfriend assures. You sit in between Toby’s knees, your back to him and his back resting against the old apple tree in his backyard. His fingers comb through your hair, trying for the third time now to braid it neatly. 

The sun was starting to set on the horizon, basking everything in a gentle orange light, the incoming night dropping the temperatures down to a pleasantly warm evening. The grass tickled beneath your legs, and you knew there’d be red imprints and lines all over you once you stood. When Toby wasn’t accidently yanking, him playing with your hair felt nice. It always warms your heart when his rough hands treat you so gently. 

“O-Okay! Done!” 

You reached behind your head and gently felt the braid, trying to get a feel for what it looked like. Feeling around, you gasped. 

“Did you put flowers in my hair?” You asked. 

“Mm- Mhm. They’re pretty. Just-Just like you.” 

Toby clicks his tongue and watchs proudly as you gently feel through your hair, settling on the little flowers he stuck in. You couldn’t see them, but threaded through your hair were wildflowers of all different colors. Blue and red and purple, all carefully placed. You hadn’t even noticed that he had picked flowers for you. 

You quickly whip around to face him, a big smile spreading over your face. His breath catches when he makes eye contact with you, his mouth falling open a bit. Orange light from the setting sun illuminated the side of his face, making his brown eyes glitter in the light as he stared. 

“Tobes, you alright over there?” 

“Hm? Y-Yeah darlin’. ‘M good.” He reached a hand out and cupped your cheek. “You’re just too pre-pretty, is all.” 

“Oh, you charmer.” You smile and blush, crawling your way over to him and settling yourself in his lap. You snatched up the little wicker basket he had sitting beside him, still full of wildflowers and started to do some work of your own. 

“Whatcha- uh- Whatcha doin’ peach?” 

“You’ll see. Don’t peak.” 

“’S a little hard when yer sittin’ on- on me.” 

“Hush, you.” 

Toby clicks his tongue again and wraps his arms tight around your waist. He settles on resting his chin on your shoulder and closing his eyes, basking in the warmth of the sun and the comforting weight of you in his arms. 

“Okay, finished!” You exclaimed after a few minutes of furious weaving. You twisted and pulled Toby’s cap off his head, giggling at his flattened curls. You run a hand through his hair gently, before placing the flower crown on his head. 

“It’s a little big,” You admit. “But it’s cute. Now we match!” 

Toby stared for a moment, then huffed, pulling you into his chest for a tight hug. Your boyfriend pressed his face into your neck, assaulting you with little kisses. 

“Y-You’re too fuckin’ cute, sw-sweetie.” He pauses only long enough to get his words out. “I sw-swear. Takin’ years off- off my life with this.” 

“I could say that about you, yaknow.” You giggle. “You’re pretty damn cute yourself.” 

“Mmph. You’re cuter.” 

“Don’t start this argument with me, mister!” 

[fanfic-corner]

Writer Castiel

4/12/20 - I have wanted to be a writer since I was ten years old, so maybe I’m biased here, but I absolutely adore the idea of Cas being an author if he lived a different life!

Tabula Rasa by Dangerousnotbroken on AO3. (78,240 words).

Tags: Writer Castiel, Bartender Dean, Past Relationship, Pervasive Themes of Memory, Magic, Canon Typical Violence, Mentions of alcoholism, Mentions of Past Child Neglect, Mental Illness, Witches, Ghosts, Bi!Dean, Bi!Castiel, Referenced Past Minor Character Death, Angst, Slow Burn, Memory Loss.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: Once upon a time, Castiel Novak had everything. He had a happy home life, a full scholarship, and, if he played his cards right, a promising journalism career. And on top of all of that, he had Dean. Then tragedy struck, as it tends to do, and Castiel lost everything. At thirty six, he’s got none of those things. He’s got no family to speak of. He’s got a job investigating purportedly true tales of the supernatural for a magazine no one reads. And worst of all he hasn’t seen Dean in nearly twenty years. So when research for an article turns him on to a witch who apparently grants wishes in exchange for stories, Castiel figures it’s worth the risk. If making a deal with a witch can get him Dean back, what has he got to lose?

Notes: This was absolutely amazing; both written beautifully and with a fantastic plot.

the inexhaustible silence of houses by Askance on AO3. (31,820 words).

Tags: Horror, Psychological Trauma, Domestic Violence.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: Almost two years after the world doesn't end, Castiel falls from grace—and loses his voice in the process. It is the impetus for confession and change; before long, he is settling into a loving relationship with Dean, the Winchesters are tired, and hunting for a place to land has taken precedence to hunting anything else. Dean and Castiel fall in love with the strange little house on the end of Swallowtail Drive, and for a little while life is as it should be—sweet, affectionate, and beginning afresh. But more and more Castiel sees and hears things in the house that beg the question of whether or not a place itself can be alive. The walls and rooms seem to shift and grow and breathe, and one night, Dean comes home from a hunt changed in a way that Castiel cannot explain. In the months that follow, their domestic bliss takes turns for the dark and sour, and the confusion of their circumstances will ultimately test everything Castiel knows about the man he loves, and everything he believes to be true.

Notes: Excellently written, made me cry, and the ending was brilliant. Technically it isn’t tagged as Cas being a writer, but he does write some poetry throughout, and I couldn’t help myself.

Lost and Found by whelvenwings on AO3. (7,762 words).

Tags: Writer Castiel, Mechanic Dean, Demisexual Castiel.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: “Chuck Shurley? Sure, I’ve read his books. Kinda Vonnegut, but like, Kilgore-Trout Vonnegut, you know?” Dean took another gulp of his whisky, and smacked his lips like an adult. The guy sitting beside him at the bar, however, did not look suitably impressed. In fact, he was staring down into the bubbles of his cider, not even noticing the way that Dean was smiling at him, giving him the eyes. “I thought his stuff was pretty good, in a kinda metamodern way,” Dean added airily, and a little more loudly. The guy only nodded gloomily. Dean almost clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth in frustration. C’mon, dude, I’m trying to impress you. Twenty minutes of talking and all Dean had to show for it was a weird first name, a series of dour stares and the strangest need to know more about this – Castiel.

Notes: This was written so well that I wanted to cry at Cas’ story of the stars, even though it wasn’t particularly sad. Now I want to go and stargaze with someone.

The House on the Ocean Road by coffeeandcas on AO3. (111,351 words).

Tags: Single Parent Castiel, Alternate Universe, Angst with a Happy Ending, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Baggage, Hurt Dean Winchester, Writer Castiel, Car Accidents, Past Character Death, Adopted Children, Mentions of Suicide, Slow Burn, Anxiety, Panic Attacks, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Near Death Experiences, Hospitals, Explicit Sexual Content, POV Dean.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: Dean Winchester is on the run from his life. He's done something unforgivable, and can't face his family or friends ever again. So he does what any rational person would do: fakes his own death and vanishes into the ether. Wandering aimlessly along country roads, he succumbs to the elements during a violent storm and wakes up hours later in the home of a stranger: a single dad living alone in an isolated beach house, with a haunting past of his own. Cas is sweet and shy, but welcomes Dean into his home and tells him he can stay as long as he needs, never prying into his life or asking him to spill his secrets. As they rapidly forge a close friendship, Dean finds that the quiet life by the ocean with Cas is exactly what he's been dreaming of. He only hopes his past never catches up with him.

Notes: This was so gorgeous and the plot was fabulous! Also, I loved Jimmy, and Dean and Cas as parents were adorable. Weirdest use of Cole’s character that I’ve ever seen though.

What Can’t Be Seen by destieldrabblesdaily on AO3. (2,639 words).

Tags: Soulmate AU, author!Cas, Strangers to Lovers, First Kiss.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: Written for this prompt: Soulmate AU where you first see color after eye contact: Cas is a famous best selling author and he’s promoting his book, so he’s talking to a crowd of people and suddenly his world is in color, and a lot of his fans pretend to be his soulmate. A Cinderella type situation ensues.

Notes: This was really cute and such a sweet and funny idea.

(un)conventional by imogenbynight on AO3. (6,100 words).

Tags: Alternate Universe, mechanic!Dean, Writer!Castiel, Conventions, Fluff.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: Spec Lit Con--Speckly Con, to it’s regular attendees--is an annual weekend-long event held in Chicago, dedicated to science fiction, fantasy and otherwise speculative literature. This year Dean's favorite author, C.J. Novak, is appearing as a panelist. Naturally, he shells out the cash for an all access pass.

Notes: This was so adorable that I nearly screamed in the corridor outside my computer science lesson. Plus, the writing was absolutely gorgeous! I miss conventions :(

I Think That’s Mine by palominopup on AO3. (6,804 words).

Tags: Fluff, AU, Reporter!Dean, Writer!Cas.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description: A mix up at the Atlanta Airport places Dean Winchester's laptop in someone else's possession. A series of calls and texts bring two men together.

Notes: This was so cute, Cas was so sweet, and Dean was an icon.

‘Star Wars is Overrated’ by leftdragonpainter on AO3. (38,186 words).

Tags: Soulmates, Pining, Drinking, Writer Castiel, Mechanic Dean, Neighbours, Swearing, Winchester Logic, Clueless Dean, College Student Sam, Awkward Dates, Dean Cooks, Castiel in Glasses, Slow Burn, Injured Sam, Fixing Cars, Smut, Costumes, Drunk Texting, Temporary Amnesia, Angst and Humor, Angst with a Happy Ending.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description: When Dean Winchester turned sixteen he was disappointed by the words that appeared on his chest. He never expected that it would take so much to find his soulmate. He never expected to not remember meeting them...

Tags: Every time I thought I knew what was going to happen in this fic, something completely different happened, which I loved. 

Event Horizon by Winglesss on AO3. (6,442 words).

Tags: Suicidal Thoughts, Suicidal Dean, Depression, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, Past Character Death, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Texting, Sharing a Bed, Happy Ending, Veteran Dean, Doctor Dean, Writer Castiel, Strangers.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description: Castiel couldn't have helped his sister. That's why being offered a chance to help somebody else dealing with suicidal thoughts he took it without hesitation. When he gets the first text from someone who needs his help, nothing goes as he expected.

Notes: I don’t know if that kind of suicide prevention scheme exists, but this fic is very sweet. 

Darkly Dreaming Dean by Duckyboos on AO3. (29,008 words).

Tags: Alternate Universe - Serial Killers, Alternate Universe - Police, Detective Dean Winchester, Writer Castiel, Serial Killer Dean, Alternate Universe - Dexter, Established Relationship, Murder, Top Dean, Bottom Castiel, Anal Sex, Innocent Castiel.

My Rating: 3 stars.

Description: Dean Winchester has the perfect apple pie life with his shy-but-sweet boyfriend in the suburbs. He has a steady, well-paid job with the LAPD and he’s charming and attractive. Really, he’s living the American Dream. It’s his extra-curricular activities that some may disagree with, as he’s also an accomplished serial killer. To date, his kills amount to around 36 and he’s never been caught. He’s employed by the law, remember? He knows how these things work.

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A new serial killer arrives on the scene and despite the sloppiness of their work, Dean is intrigued by them and what they're trying to achieve, because their MO is the same as his; killing bad people. He makes it his mission to track the other killer down before the police do, and he’s left reeling when the 'Basin Vigilante' turns out to be someone a lot closer to home than he could have ever imagined.

Notes: I sort of watched Dexter a few years ago, and I absolutely love the idea of Dean as a vigilante serial killer. I only wish that the synopsis was a bit different, so the end was more of a surprise.

Finding Home by Desirae on AO3. (42,828 words).

Tags: Baker Dean Winchester, Writer Castiel, PTSD, Past Childhood Trauma, Childhood Kidnapping, Mistaken Identity, Dean Whump, Castiel Whump, Best Friends to Lovers, Emotional Sex, Fluff, Humor, Angst with a Happy Ending.

My Rating: 3 stars.

Description: Dean Winchester lived a quiet life running his bakery. Aside from family, Dean had no desire to let anyone inside. The more people you cared about, the more you had to lose; A hard lesson he'd learned at the tender age of eight when Dean’s best friend was kidnapped right before his eyes. Dean was forever haunted by the event, although he hadn’t realized quite how much until Emmanuel James Milton breezed into his life; waking his sleeping heart with a complete lack filter and achingly familiar eyes. An author, with no family and traumatic past of his own, Emmanuel never felt like he belonged anywhere until he walked into The Honeybee Bakery and met Dean. It’s not long before they find out that there is a reason for their profound bond.

Notes: It was obvious what was going on here from the start, but that just made it even cuter as they fell in love again.

I think it is a shame we didn’t get more human Cas content, but I guess it is too late now. I hope you enjoy these fics, and if you ever have a specific list you want me to make, feel free to ask!

[thysurveys]

879.

survey by lilprincess

Approx. Time you began this survey: 12:54 pm.

Describe your mood right now: Pretty okay.

Spell your first name without vowels: Jssc

Age you will be on your next birthday: 26.

Zodiac Sign: Aries.

Do you believe what your horoscope says about your sign? Not really, no.

What state/region do you live in? Vic, Australia.

Height: 5′2″.

Do you smoke? A few a day. 

Do you drink? Rarely.

What’s your ethnic background? Australian.

What’s your religious background? Baptised as Church of England, but I don’t practice any religions. 

What’s your natural hair color? Brown.

What’s your natural eye color? Green.

Do you have any bad habits you want to break? Probably.

Name a few of your positive habits. I can’t even think of any right now. The only one that comes to mind is I need a shower every single night...? lol

Have you ever lived in a foreign country? Nope.

Did you vote in the Nov. 6 2012 presidential election? Not American, so no.

Are you even eligible to vote? Yeah.

Are you right handed or left handed? Right.

When you write, is your penmanship usually neat or do you tend to scribble? Bit of both.

Have you ever experienced an accident? (of any type): I can’t really think of anything major.

Do you have/want children? I have a daughter.

Are you environmentally conscious? I wish I was more.

What’s your favorite mode of transportation? My car.

Do you prefer 80’s - 90’s music compared to today’s music? Yeah.

Are you more of an introvert (quiet/shy), or extrovert (social butterfly)? 100% introverted. 

What’s your favorite emoticon? I don’t really know. Haven’t put in any thought.

Do you miss the good old days of hand-written letters? Doesn’t worry me.

Do you enjoy receiving or giving more? Giving.

Are you good at keeping secrets? Yep.

Do you take or give advice more often? I don’t give any unsolicited advice. No one really gives me any either and if they do I guess I don’t pay attention.

Do you have your driver’s license? Yeah.

Would you rather be poor & happy or rich but miserable? Poor and happy.

Have you ever had a pregnancy scare? When I was younger, then after that I was obviously trying for a baby so.

Have you ever blocked someone on Facebook? Yes.

Do you think recreational marijuana should be nationally legalized? I’ve always had bad experiences with it so as much as I’d want to say yes, but I’m gonna have to say no.

Describe your perfect first date. Honestly, it doesn’t worry me. As long as we’re having fun.

Have you ever been high? Yes.

Have you ever watched a NC-17 rated film? Nope?

If you ever become reincarnated as an animal, what would you want it to be? Hmm. As weird as it is, a mouse. They’re small, fast, live anywhere lol.

Do you remember where you were/what you were doing on September 11, 2001? Yep. I would’ve been in bed. But when I woke up for school, I remember it being all over the News.

Do you ever wish you were of a different nationality/religion? Not really.

Are you more of a junk food addict or health nut? Junk food addict. Kinda wish I wasn’t tho.

Do you believe Antarctica should be considered the 7th world continent? I kind of already thought it was oop.

Describe your own sense of humor in 1 word: Stupid.

Have you ever quoted the Bible (or any other Holy Book)? Nope.

Have you ever completed a Sudoku puzzle? Yep. Plenty of them lol who am I.

Would you rather be a nuclear physicist or marine biologist? Marine biologist for sure!

Do you have a deep, dark secret you’re hiding from every one? Probably lol

Would you rather be able to soar like an eagle or swim like a dolphin? Can I do both?

If you wanted to learn a foreign language, what would it be? Honestly, anything!

Are you bi-curious? Don’t really label my sexuality. It is what it is.

Did you watch the Disney Channel or Nickelodeon more as a kid? I was a Disney Channel freak honestly. But I did like Nickelodeon every now and again as well like Camp Orange and Zoey 101 omg memories lol.

Name 5 films that were made the year you were born: I have to Google this one. 

Billy Madison, Babe, Toy Story 1, Braveheart and Clueless. 

Did you have a lot of friends in high school? From like year 9 to 11 I did.

Do you rely more on the newspaper, Internet or TV as your news source? Neither. Don’t really keep up with it. It comes up on Facebook every now and again, but that’s all really.

True or false: Bigger is better. Not always?

Do you think religion is the primary cause of war? Nah.

What’s your favorite pizza topping? Sauce and cheese.

Think of your wardrobe. What color do you wear the most? Black.

Have you ever been to a planetarium? Yes.

Do you feel like you connect more with animals or other people? People.

Do you feel like sometimes you have to lie in order to protect yourself? Not really, no.

How often do you exercise? Never.

Can you swear in a different language? yeah.

Do you think teachers/doctors deserve to get paid more than pro athletes? To an extent, yes.

From a scale of 1- 5, you would rate this survey: 5. 

Do you think most of these questions were more original or more ordinary? It’s a bit in between.

Approx. time you completed this survey: 1:08 pm.

[filmbefore]

well , well , well ... look who finally decided to bite the bullet nd bring a second muse ... ok so hopefully you all know me at this point but if you need a refresher ,, im moe !! i am twenty one , i live in the est , and my pronouns are she / they . i have been playing violet for the past month - ish now n i just thought it would be fun to bring this annoyance . woop woop ! anyway lets get into it <33

MAX MOON , a MEMBER of the yale's elite , they're TWENTY and a SOPHOMORE UNDERGRAD student majoring in BUSINESS . they are as JOCULAR as they are VOLATILE . ( hwang hyunjin / he/him / cis male )

STATISTICS .

FULL NAME: maximilian river moon AGE: twenty GENDER + PRONOUNS: cis male + he / him SEXUALITY: a bi king HOMETOWN: new york , new york ASTRO: sagittarius sun , leo moon , aquarius rising HEIGHT: five foot eleven HAIR COLOR: black EYE COLOR: brown

FAMILY .

okay this is going to be a lot shorter than violet’s family shit bc quite frankly max’s family is boring so look away

so max was born to a couple of ,, Disappointing parents like they had max really really young and him being around kind of made them lose track of their own lives

his mom did beauty pageants but never won, his dad ran for local offices and lost every time, his dad would try to get into photography and end up working at the photoshoot places at the mall, his mom tried to go back to school and flunked all of her community college courses, yadda yadda ... you get the drill

and you guessed it ,, they pretty much blamed all of their own failures on this crazy little kid that they brought into the world by accident

and yeah max was basically mf NUTS from day one. he was never really mean or anything he just had attention issues and wanted to be yelling or throwing things all the time ( and stayed that way from birth to now pretty much )

it p much always seemed like max got all the luck in the family when it came to anything ( making his parents despise him even more ) so when the boy managed to make his way through school and stumble into the yale application process ,,, nobody really questioned it

and when max started gaining a following on social media ,, no one really questioned that either . however someone SHOULD have questioned it when a nineteen year old boy kick started his own self care company and marketing it towards his fanbase of pre-teen and teenage girls

no one did tho !! in fact .... the elites were interested in the kid’s business and people skills and recruited him for the exclusive squad at yale . lucky him ig ????? time will tell . he’s new here and still has a lot to learn 

BLACKMAIL .

DRUGS + PHYSICAL ASSAULT TW 

max’s dad actually bought his son a bunch of followers at the start but never told his son bc he didnt want to deflate max’s ego ( even tho he should have ) so yeah maybe maxie boy isn’t as lucky as he thinks !

max actually hates his mf self care company ok like the boy rarely shows up for work or any of his meetings and talks shit about the company and its content frequently . unfortunately the investors and a bunch of contracts are keeping his ass there

and finally ,,, max paid to cover up an assault charge from when he attacked some guy who he thought was stalking him at the start of his rise to fame . the guy wasn’t even really stalking him ,, max was just on drugs at the time and was extremely paranoid 

PERSONALITY / FUN FACTS .

ALCOHOL + DRUGS TW

yeah as you can maybe tell thus far ... maxie boy is a mess !!! he’s a spoiled only child and grew up with so much of the attention on him , even if the attention was negative . basically everyone has always protected his ego his whole life , which really did him a disservice and now he has a huge head for no real reason . he has an escapist kind of mindset and will do just about anything to get out of something he doesn’t want to do . but yeah he lowkey has a drug n alcohol problem but that will be something to figure out later lmao i swear he’s not ,, like intentionally mean . he was just never taught how to act different bc he was kind of being raised by kids himself but yeah im sorry in advance for him :P have fun dealing with the nightmare OIWJEOJRIOJEROIJWER 

[behrooz-musigns]

+ Innovative, warm, witty, kind, protective, geeky +/- Intellectual, observant, horny - impatient, unreliable, outspoken, easily distracted

++ BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Behrooz Hakim Najm PRONUNCIATION: Beh-roes MEANING: Lucky ZODIAC: Pisces ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Bi SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Poly CURRENT LOCATION: Epineios OCCUPATION: Student, IT

++ BIOGRAPHY

Behrooz personally invented the saying ‘I guess luck is just on my side’, or so they would have everyone in their school believe when they got another high score in one of the games they played in the back of the school. They would do guessing games, with people asking them a number which they had written down, and Behrooz would always guess right. 

Sadly luck rarely followed them home. They were raised by their grandmother, who forbade them to hang out after school, and certainly ensured they would never be seen hanging out with girls on their own. She would remind them time and time again of their father, a gambler who had made it big winning game after game, then one day showed up with a baby, only to drink himself to death a year later. She would remind them that they were the family’s burden, and they would have to behave in order to not bring another burden upon them. 

And as they grew older, luck left them more and more often. Being a practicing Muslim was already a hard sell, but with the world growing more extreme around them, they found the community stifle their ambitions daily. It confused Behrooz that while their religion gave them anxiety, praying chased the demons away. It was almost as if they couldn’t have the one without the other. 

Life was a constant . Bad people walking in and out of their life, bullies, racist teachers, judgemental neighbors, judgemental extended family members. Behrooz tended to lock themselves up in their room every day, listening to music or playing games of chance. A knot seemed to live inside their stomach all the time, a fear of being plucked off of the street and never arriving home. 

When that actually happened, it wasn’t like they had imagined. 

Being mostly interested in digits, numbers, code, etc. Behrooz hadn’t paid much attention to history class when Ancient Greek and Ancient Rome were being discussed, and as they saw a creepy creature with goat legs walk up to them, they really wished they had. There was a whole speech about being in mortal danger, gods, strange creatures on the loose, yada yada. Behrooz had a headache by the time the goat legged creature told them to follow him. Very close to sparking some lie about soccer practice or prayers, their head snapped back to attention when the creature suggested they had a mother who was a God. 

The only thing driving them forward was the possibility of learning who their mother was, something in their brain sending out constant messages of: gotta meet mom, gotta meet mom, gotta meet mom. Rather than forming coherent sentences. They disappeared into some cleared out old train tunnel, and emerged on the other side of the bleedin’ ocean. All Behrooz knew to say was: “thought your accent sounded funny.” Before being swarmed by the strangest assortment of kids, some younger than their fourteen years, others older, everyone excited. Was this the right time to say they were Muslim and watch everyone slowly disappear like they had done back in school? 

Nobody really seemed to care however, over the years - in which they discovered their godly parent, never got to meet her, discovered she was probably the most difficult goddess to find, got a large portion of the camp to join them during Ramadan - Behrooz stayed at the Camp the whole year round. They didn’t wish to return to the UK, and followed online lessons to keep up with their education. Of course they were bleedin’ lucky, and with time they learned how to use that luck to their advantage, and to that of those around them. Yet, Behrooz started to appreciate the balance of it all, the bad and the good. 

To them, code was good. Watching others struggle with programs and computers, just made them more interested in it. Algorithms fascinated them, they could spend hours looking at code trying to figure out how it worked. When the time came for them to move out of the warm nest of Camp Half Blood, Behrooz had already set their sights on studying Programming at the University of New York. 

++ HEADCANONS

++ Horny as hell, and often very lucky in love, although they can never seem to hold on to anyone for long. 

++ A skilled programmer with a love for code and numbers and digits. They can stay up nights on end trying to figure out some new program or write an algorithm of their own.

++ Despite their interests in the digital, Bez spends most of their time outside if they can help it. They love forests, trees, the fresh air. They take walks a lot, driving the metro to the park and helping themselves to a huge thermos of coffee. 

++ Religion is an important part of their life, without it they would be nowhere. Whenever they feel lost or anxious, they tend to be eager for it to be time to pray, something they do five times a day. 

++ They’ve read the Quran, although their grandmother never taught them Arabic beforehand, so they’re currently reading it in English in between classes, thesis writing, and walks. 

++ Bez is a very kind individual, who will help others whenever they can - mostly with IT stuff. As a job, or a way to get money mostly, they help teachers or partake in arranging anything that needs a programmer. They’re a regular Upwork user. 

++ In fights Bez uses their ability to generate luck to get other Demigods out of trouble and make the damage less. 

++ They love bunk beds.

++ Wears very loose-fitting clothing. 

++ Drinks way too much coffee and black tea. 

++ Doesn’t like it when people constantly nag.

++ Extremely messy, will end up finding coffee mugs everywhere. 

++ Is always running from one place to the next because he has too much planned on a daily basis. 

++ SKILLS & ABILITIES

PHYSICAL STRENGTH: Above average  OFFENSE: Lacking  DEFENSE: Main attribute  SPEED: Above average  INTELLIGENCE: High ACCURACY: Descent AGILITY: Good STAMINA: Fine  TEAMWORK: Speciality  TALENTS: Luck manipulation SHORTCOMINGS: Easily distracted, no overview LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN: English  DRIVE?: yes  JUMP-STAR A CAR?: not really  CHANGE A FLAT TIRE?: absolutely not  RIDE A BICYCLE?: absolutely  SWIM?: decently PLAY AN INSTRUMENT?: piano and guitar  PLAY CHESS?: no  BRAID HAIR?: one day maybe  TIE A TIE?: yes  PICK A LOCK?: yes

++ PHYSICAL APPEARANCE & CHARACTERISTICS

FACE CLAIM: Viveik Kalra  EYE COLOR: brown  HAIR COLOR: brown  HAIR TYPE/STYLE: semi-long, wavy, thick GLASSES/CONTACTS?: no  DOMINANT HAND: right  HEIGHT: 1.75m WEIGHT: 65kg  BUILD: lean  EXERCISE HABITS: jogging in the morning, some sparring during the weekend  SKIN TONE: brown  TATTOOS: none  PIERCINGS: none  MARKS/SCARS: none  NOTABLE FEATURES: three-day beard on account of forgetting to shave  USUAL EXPRESSION: concentrated or dreamlike  CLOTHING STYLE: loose clothing, soft fabric.  JEWELRY: two rings on their right hand  ALLERGIES: incense

++ PSYCHOLOGY

MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Neutral ELEMENT: earth MENTAL CONDITIONS/DISORDERS: Dyslexia, slight ADHD  SOCIABILITY: normal  EMOTIONAL STABILITY: average, let’s not talk about it.  OBSESSION(S): code  COMPULSION(S): gambling, drinking coffee and forgetting coffee, hyper-focus PHOBIA(S): fear of people being Islamphobic  ADDICTION(S): caffeine DRUG USE: none  ALCOHOL USE: none PRONE TO VIOLENCE?: no

++ MANNERISMS

SPEECH STYLE: quick, active, excited  ACCENT: London British  QUIRKS: licks teeth, uses swear words HOBBIES: coding, walking, jogging, drinking coffee, is Starbucks a hobby?  HABITS: forgetting to sleep, running from place to place  NERVOUS TICKS: tapping feet, sighing a lot DRIVES/MOTIVATIONS: meeting their mom, finishing their education  FEARS:  fear of being neglected or ignored SENSE OF HUMOR: yes, mostly dark British humor. DO THEY CURSE OFTEN?: a lot, though they use ‘bleedin’’ and several other more British less terrible words.  CATCHPHRASE(S): “must be my lucky day” “I was born lucky”

++ FAVORITES

ACTIVITY: walking/hiking in the forest ANIMAL: raven BEVERAGE: coffee  BOOK: Thief Lord by Cassandra Clarke CELEBRITY: Tom Hanks  COLOR: Green DESIGNER: ??  FOOD: Sharma FLOWER: Lotus  GEM: Emerald  HOLIDAY: Eid al-Fitr  MODE OF TRANSPORTATION: Bike  MOVIE: The Internship  MUSICAL ARTIST: Sigur Ros QUOTE/SAYING: “No person knows what he will earn tomorrow”  SCENERY: forests  SCENT: freshly grinded coffee  SPORT: soccer SPORTS TEAM: Manchester united  TELEVISION SHOW: I, Robot  WEATHER: overcast and drizzly VACATION DESTINATION: -

++ ATTITUDES

GREATEST DREAM: to create their own algorithm that can help people choose what they want the most  GREATEST FEAR: being targeted or discriminated based on their religion  MOST AT EASE WHEN: at home, in their bed, with coffee, coding, or hiking in the forest, or at a mosque praying  LEAST AT EASE WHEN: in a crowded place, discussing religion  WORST POSSIBLE THING THAT COULD HAPPEN: being killed before finishing their degree  BIGGEST ACHIEVEMENT: getting a scholarship on luck alone  BIGGEST REGRET: never having known their father MOST EMBARRASSING MOMENT: grabbing a girl by her boobs in a hug from behind by accident  BIGGEST SECRET: sometimes wishes they weren’t born a Demi-god.   TOP PRIORITIES: finishing their thesis

[penwieldingdreamer]

Forgiven

Well, I finally got around to write some more. And oh my… you guys are amazing. I can’t thank you enough for reading this story and the great feedback I have gotten from you all. Thank you so, so much. I hope you will like the next part of the story. Have fun reading Part 3

Warnings: Slight swearing, long chapter

Words: 1410

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Part 3

Johnny was the first to wake up that morning, feeling the familiar weight of you leaning on his chest. It had been a few days since the first time you slept in the bed due to your mission and as hard as you both tried to stay on your respective sides, you’d still wake up with arms and legs tangled together.

Slowly he moved his arm from your shoulder and tried to get out from under you. After a few wrangling seconds the dark haired agent was able to leave the bed, smiling softly as he watched you holding onto his pillow. His gut was churning at the sight.

It’s been two and a half weeks and the mission hadn’t turned out to be successful as of yet. Michael Angelo didn’t let on what he was planing and having to sleep next to the woman he secretly wanted, made Johnny antsy. Every night it was the same, you would come to bed, lay on your side but once you were asleep he was your big spoon, keeping you safe from harm. With a sigh he pulled his fingers through his longer hair and got up, hoping that a hot cup of coffee would do the trick, before he would catch some waves, after all it was Saturday morning and the weather was great to be out in the water. Even though he had only started surfing for the mission and maybe a bit because of Tyler Ann, Johnny still loved it, the thrill, the rush, the freedom. Just about everything. Once he was finished he wrote a quick note so you’d know where he was.

Nearly two hours you woke up to an empty bed, the side Johnny usually occupied cold and the covers pulled up. He probably went surfing, something he had done again after the first days on the mission. You rubbed your eyes to get rid of the last remnants of sleep and turned over with a soft sigh. The last few days you had gotten closer to your partner, the longing glances, the subtle caresses while you were joined by your neighbors weren’t just to keep the cover. There was something there, but you couldn’t put your finger on it.

Mumbling to yourself about early mornings on a Saturday you got out of bed and into the bathroom, deciding it was best to get a shower to wake up properly. You pulled off the loose gym shorts and silk top you wore to bed and started the water, waiting for it to heat up a bit. There was nothing worse than cold water in the morning, at least to you, a quirk Johnny had discovered by accident.

Shutting the water off after you finished your morning routine, you could hear the stairs creaking. Usually Johnny was still at the beach at this time of the day, so you pulled a large towel around your body, making sure it was tightly wrapped and went to the bedroom grabbing your gun from the night table. The safety was clicked off and as stealthily as you could you moved to the wall leaning next to the door, keeping your weapon close to you. You feared it could be Micheal finally coming to snoop around and see what had been going on with the two of you. Taking a deep breath you pointed at the door and waited until it was opened.

The knob turned and the wood was pushed inward. Your finger moved softly, but you stopped immediately when you saw Johnny’s dark hair coming through.

“Whoa, Y/N!” he gasped, putting his hands up in surrender. “What’s going on?”

Putting the safety back on and lowering the weapon you glowered at your partner, a scowl marring your face. “What the hell Johnny, I could have shot you!”

With a glare he turned and threw his sodden clothes on the flower before pulling the shirt off. “Who did you think was coming up to the room?”

“How should I know,” you shrugged, putting the gun back inside the night table. “For all we knew it could have been Angelo trying to find the dirt on us.”

Shaking his head Johnny moved over to you putting his hands on your neck, playing with the wet strands of your hair. You felt the coldness of his soft skin and it sent shivers down your spine, the goosebumps becoming visible in an instant. Shifting your eyes from his eyes to his lips and back again you could see them get darker by the second, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

“What on earth are you doing?” you whispered softly and Johnny had to strain to even hear you properly.

“Nothing.” The corner of his mouth moved upwards as he tried to hold back the smile that threatened to overtake him. “Just living on the edge.” His face moved closer and you felt his hot breath on your lips. Your eyelids fluttered, the butterflies inside your belly were on a rampage and you couldn’t help yourself when your hands held tightly to his arms. His own eyes closed, but you had still seen the heat of his desire.

A phone was ringing.

Hastily you moved away from your partner, crossing your arms over your chest and clearing your throat. Johnny could see the deep blush coloring your cheeks, moving down to your breastbone. With a sigh he pushed his hand through his still damp hair and made his way to the bathroom. “That’s Harp, only he is calling that phone.” And with that he was gone in the en-suite.

You blew out the air, having held your breath when Johnny had leaned in, but now the moment was gone. The phone was still ringing and you knew you should take the call. Clearing your throat you answered. “Yes sir?”

»¤«

Together you walked into Ben Harp’s office still in your civilian clothes, your weapons concealed under the shirts. Your boss looked up from the reports you had sent previously and raised an eyebrow. “Well, don’t you look chummy?”

“Sir, we’ve been in that house for quite some time now and so far Angelo hasn’t done anything suspicious. He’s been complaining about the clients he has to deal with but other than that he was the silent type.” Johnny explained, looking over at you for reassurance.

Agent Harp watched you both with interest. You both hadn’t been the best of friends after Pappas death and yet here you were, working together and having to share a bed every night.

You spoke up, pulling his focus on you again. “I think what Utah means to say is that despite us following his every move, Angelo doesn’t let on to what he has planed.”

Nodding his head, the older agent turned back to the reports, dismissing the two of you with a wave of his hand. Johnny grabbed your wrist pulling you out of the office and out of the building, thankfully it was concealed so people didn’t know this were the FBI headquarters in LA. “I really need to talk to you about something.” He opened up when you were out of the street.

“What’s going on Johnny?” you inquired, putting your hands on his arm in a comforting way. “Is it Tyler? If you need to go, just tell me and I’ll get back to you when I’ve got some more information.”

“I-Yeah, it’s Tyler, but”

“Oh my, Johnny! Y/N!”

You could see his eyes rolling as he heard Sheryl’s shrill voice calling you. Johnny wanted to tell you something but your neighbor interrupted yet again. “Oh this is so great that I met you here. Frank is having another barbecue and of course you’re invited, as always.” she giggled at the end and patted your arm.

Your partner looked at you, the annoyance concealed behind his dark eyes and you returned his with a soft smile. Turning to Sheryl you nodded your head. “I think it’s a great idea, Johnny is happy to get back with the guys again.” Turning to your fellow agent you patted his chest. “Isn’t there a football game on tonight? I’m always so bad with these things.” you gave a soft giggle, something you rarely did and Johnny couldn’t stop another eye roll.

“Yeah, babe, there’s one on tonight.”

Sheryl clapped her hands and grinned at you both. “Great, it’s a date you two.”

Part 4

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[bijackkellys]

thunderstruck ; part one

lazarus, or the return of jack kelly

Fandom: Newsies (All Media Types) Relationships: Jack Kelly/David Jacobs/Katherine Plumber Pulitzer Word Count: 1,651 Dedications: a huge shoutout to my gf, beta reader, and number one fan @mistyw273​, and to @dimenovelcowboy​ for supporting me endlessly. tag list (if you’d like to be added to this list just send me an ask or dm!): @santa-fe-maniac​ @pulitzers-world​ @yo-let-me-get-a-milkyway​ @verified-dumbass​ @jewishdavidjacobs​ @agentsnickers​ @thetruthabouttheboy​ Author’s Note: hey readers! i want to start by saying thank you so much for all the support and interest so far—i was honestly not expecting to get so much feedback with just the introduction but i'm really thrilled so many people are here for the ride! i figured i would go ahead and put part one up; this is the only back-to-back update i'll be doing, but i wanted to have more than the prologue out there. from this point forward i'm going to try bi-weekly updates on tuesdays and fridays (that's tentative and subject to change depending on how things carry on, though!). again, thank you for your interest and i really really appreciate the feedback, it honestly means the world to me. with that, let's get on with part one! 

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five months later.

JACK DOESN’T KNOW WHEN he started running, and doesn’t know where to stop.

Right now the world is this hazy, deafening thing. The streets loop endlessly around him, too bright and too loud, a mix of over-saturated colors and sounds he can’t pull apart. In the middle of it all he feels as if he’s drowning. He’s drugged up to his eyes, this much he can tell—there’s little else that he’s aware of, though, except for his feet pounding against the pavement and this base, animalistic instinct in the back of his brain telling him to go. To run and run and keep running. 

So he does. Buildings and road signs and people dissolve into background noise as he tears through the streets. Someone is after him; as disoriented as he is, he’s sure of it, and it’s that hot rush of fear that keeps him going more than anything else. A spike of adrenaline pushing him forward. 

Maybe he’s lost them miles ago, but it’s not until the moment he thinks his legs will give out underneath him that he collapses against the back wall of an alleyway, sputtering for a breath. His lungs burn and he feels dizzy, but Jack pushes past the blurred images in his head and the low ringing in his ears to catalog what he knows. His name is Francis—no. He swallows dryly and starts again. His name is Jack Kelly. He’s eighteen, maybe nineteen, now, depending on how much time has passed. He’s an art student, and a superhero, and there was a fire, and then—

And then everything fills up with static and the feeling of hands on his skin and this harsh, chemical smell. His stomach turns. 

Jack hates feeling like this, like he’s been separated from his own thoughts. The lack of control that comes with the clouded figures where his memories should be is enough to make him vulnerable in a way he hasn’t felt in years, exposed like a copper wire that’s been stripped of its casing. 

And the current—that’s gone altogether. There are silver cuffs biting into the skin of his wrists; the seam that held them together is broken along a jagged edge, but the slim band of green light lining them means they’re still suppressing his powers. Jack aches for the buzz of electricity to come back, needs them off. He twists his hands desperately and in doing so, makes his drug-addled brain suddenly aware of a cold piece of metal clenched in his fist.

He opens his palm. It’s a flash drive. His mind dredges up a fuzzy memory of ripping it from a computer port in what he thinks might have been a control room. He doesn’t know what it contains, but if he’d held onto it so desperately that it became second nature, then it must be important. He needs to find a computer, he thinks abruptly, and then stands up and immediately sways on his feet. 

Okay—okay. Not yet, maybe. Before that, he needs food and water and rest. He needs the lodging house, except he has no idea where he is, and in the state he’s in, he barely knows which way is up. He needs—he needs to call Crutchie.

Jack is struck suddenly by the overwhelming desire to hear his pseudo-brother’s voice, strong enough that his chest physically hurts from it. It’s been—weeks, maybe? months?—the longest they’ve gone without seeing each other since they were kids. If he can get his hands on a phone and get Crutchie on the line, he thinks, then powerless and drugged or not, he’ll be okay. 

It’s not much of a plan, but it’s a start. All he has to do is find a phone. This is easier said than done, though; there’s still a payphone booth left next to a nearby subway station, rusted from lack of use, but he doesn’t have any money. He’s aware of how he must look, a boy in tattered clothes with cloudy eyes and words slurred together, begging for change. More than one person threatens to call the police. Most of them just push him away. Jack feels his desperation pitching upward quickly, tightening in his throat.

When a stranger finally hands him a few quarters with a wary look, he’s not sure if it’s fear or pity or some combination of the two that makes her do it. He’s grateful all the same. He rushes over to the booth, blood roaring in his ears from the anticipation. His hands are shaking so hard that his fingers stumble over the keypad, but he knows Crutchie’s number by heart, is sure he could dial it in his sleep. It goes to voicemail and Jack shoves the receiver against his ear.

“Crutchie, it’s me—it’s Jack. Please pick up.”

When he slides the second quarter into the slot and calls again, it barely has a chance to ring.

“Jack is dead.” Crutchie’s voice comes through, wavering. Jack almost chokes on his relief.

“I’m not,” he says, and there’s a sharp intake of breath on the other end of the line, and then a noise that sounds like a broken sob. 

“No—”

“Crutchie, I’m here. It’s me. I’m not dead.”

“How…”

“I don’t know,” Jack says, truthfully. 

“You—you can’t—fuck, Jack.” And in the middle of everything, Jack is caught off guard because Crutchie almost never swears. There’s a long quiet, broken by just the static-filled sound of Crutchie crying. Jack’s own cheeks are wet. “It’s been five months,” he gasps finally. “I thought—we all thought you died in that fire. Holy shit. Where have you been?”

Jack’s head spins. He hadn’t even realized how much time has passed. Five months...it’s June now, then, and the spring semester of classes is already over, and he’s nineteen, and there’s this gaping chasm of lost time in his head—

“—ck? Jack.” 

He realizes that Crutchie is calling his name abruptly, and Jack blinks, trying to clear his thoughts. “Yeah, I-I’m here. I don’t—everything’s fuzzy, Crutchie, I don’t know what happened, where I’ve been—” His words trip and stumble over each other. “I’m gonna try and find my way back to the lodging house, I’ve just gotta—”

“No, no, wait, you can’t,” Crutchie cuts him off, suddenly fierce. Jack pauses.

“What do you mean?”

His response is quieter this time, tentative. Slow, like he’s walking on his toes. “Jackie...how much do you know about what’s been going on?” 

Dread pools in Jack’s chest, hot and fast. For as long as they’ve known each other, he’s only heard Crutchie sound like this, scared and small and hesitant, a few times before. Something has gone deeply wrong; he knows it in an instant, maybe should have realized it even before now. “What is it, Crutchie?” he demands.

Crutchie takes a shuddering breath. “They said you set the fire,” he says, and Jack’s stomach plummets. “It was all over the news—they said the hospital wasn’t an accident, that Strike—that you—had planned the whole thing, did it on purpose.”

“No...” Jack feels nauseous, dizzy, sure in that moment that he’s going to be sick all over the pavement. His memories of the hospital brim with fear and heat and voices that echo in his skull, and the idea that the public believes he’s the cause of that, of all that death and destruction, hurting innocent people—he can’t stomach it. Doesn’t know how to.

“Jack, people were angry. Really angry. Not just at Strike—there was a whole new anti-super wave, worse than it’s ever been before, and now everyone thinks supers are dangerous and they started... taking people.” Crutchie’s voice goes even lower as Jack feels his heart crawl up into his throat. “They—we call them Snatchers, we think they’re in league with the police—they’ve surrounded the lodging house and swarmed half the city, dragging kids with powers off to someplace called the Refuge.”

Everything goes hot and sharp for a moment, a quick snap of recognition that burns like fire. Jack tastes metal in his mouth, chokes on it. “That’s where I was,” he says hollowly. He knows it even through the fogginess in his head.

“Oh, Jackie,” Crutchie begins, but Jack doesn’t let him finish.

“Are the others—is everyone okay? Race, Specs, Elmer—did they get taken?” The lodging house is a frequent stop for super kids who need a place to spend the night, but the three of them and Jack are the only permanent residents that have powers. If the Snatchers found them, they’d have been dragged off to the same fate that Jack has only just escaped. He doesn’t know what he’ll do if Crutchie says yes.

“They’re holed up with Spot in Brooklyn,” Crutchie replies, and Jack lets himself exhale. “I haven’t been talking to them a whole lot, because they’re trying to stay under the radar, but the last time I heard from them, they were okay.” He gives a rattled sort of laugh, devoid of humor and more exhausted than anything. “Shit, Jackie. Everything fell apart without you.”

Jack passes a hand over his face, wants to cry. Wants to scream and tell Crutchie that he’s lost and drowned and terrified, that he feels more helpless than he’s ever been, that for all the time he’s spent playing hero he doesn’t know how to save anyone from this. Instead, though, he sets his jaw. “I’m gonna fix this, Crutchie,” he says, half-promise and half-prayer. He’ll find a way.

“Jack—” Crutchie begins, but what he’s going to say next Jack doesn’t find out. The timer clicks, and there’s a robotic female voice in place of Crutchie’s that tells him the call has timed out. 

The line goes dead and then Jack is alone all over again, the vow he made weighing as heavy as the shackles on his wrists. 

[meganshinsou-tm]

Shared Walls. (m)

↳ chapter twelve: want

❧ genre: pro-hero shouto, coworkers to lovers, happy ending

❧ chapter warnings: slight mature content, groping, frottage, stalking, panic attack, unsolicited contact/assault

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"Roki! Anyone can burst right in here at any second. St – ah fuck don't do that," you whined as Shouto's ice cold tongue ran up your neck and his warm breath melted away the goosebumps lining your skin instantly. 

His hands hooked under your knees, jerking you closer to him as he stood between them and you sat on the massive desk. You growled and bit on the heroes chubby cheek, making him stop his torture on your flesh and glare at you, his fingers digging into your thighs that rest in his hands.

"You're not listening to me Shouto!"

"Yes I am, it's called multi-tasking sweetheart."

"Don't you try to butter me up! Your father could walk in here any second. You can't wait until we get off?"

Shouto growled and pushed your back down onto the desk, leaning over he trapped your head between his arms and looked down at you. "Getting off is exactly what I'm trying to do but you keep interrupting me!"

You giggled and bit your lip at the dominance he was displaying and captured his lips again continuing the heated makeout session. It had been a couple weeks since you and Shouto first kissed and since then the two of you started dating and took things slow - well you tried to. 

The sexual tension that built more and more with each day was overwhelming and even your coworkers noticed. You grew closer than ever with him and it almost felt like you had been together for years. He loved you dearly, he didn't say it yet but his actions showed it.

The two of you would steal moments together in the stairwells, on the roof and on days when Shouto was in charge, in Enji's office. Living right next door to each other didn't even quench the thirst you had for each other, especially for Shouto. When the man wanted something he went for it and was relentless, he was the one always stealing you from whatever task you were doing, hiding in a closet and waiting for you to walk by so he could pull you in with him or trapping you between his arms against the lockers of the locker room when it was empty.

So here you were, pinned on the desk that belonged to the #1 hero, by his own son. His heterochromatic eyes drinking in the bliss on your face as your lips feverishly tasted each other. His fingers intertwined with yours as he held them down against the wood and papers. Shouto growled, breaking the kiss and leaned down, running the tip of his nose up your throat, his right hand releasing yours and traveling down your side. You sighed as his icy breath frosted your skin and his warm tongue melted it. His name dripped from your lips in a breathless plea as his hand wrapped your leg around him and he rutted his growing bulge against you.

"You see what you do to me?"

Chuckling, your free hand flew to his icy white locks and tousled them. He looked at you, his smirk turning into a soft smile. Playing with his hair seemed to have such a calming effect on him, even in the midst of his own desires.

"You did this to yourself Roki! I was trying to do my work but you had other ideas. Now let me up, I have a feeling someone is about to walk in."

Shouto groaned and let his face fall into your chest, resting his head on it, pouting like a child. You laughed and ran both hands through his bi-colored locks. You figured this man was a freak in the sheets, but his appetite seemed to be insatiable.

"When we fuck for the first time, I rather it not be on your fathers desk! While it may be a total power move, I prefer to be in your bed!"

"Then stay with me tonight, it's been a couple days," he pleaded letting you hold him as he remained on your chest.

"I'd love to, but before we go home can you take me grocery shopping?"

"If I don't have a mission to go on then yes, we'll go straight from here. If you get off before me though, I want you to wait at home till I get there and then we'll go and stock up for the weekend, sound good?"

You smiled and still played with Shouto's hair, agreeing. He was extremely protective of you since your accident and you let him be. Even agreeing to being escorted to and from work each day to ease his mind and never going out unless him or someone else could assist you. The heroes head lifted from your chest and he smiled. Standing straight he took your hands and helped sit you back up and also helped to re-situate your disheveled clothes. His hand cupped your cheek and he placed a kiss to your forehead. Before he could kiss your lips a knock came at the door making him look at it and back to you with a quirked brow.

"How do you always do that," he asked while helping you off the desk.

"I just have a sixth sense RokiRoki!"

"Goddammit (Y/N), you were supposed to wait until I got home!"

You winced as Shouto sounded clearly angry on the other end of the line as you sat on a train going into town to do the grocery shopping you told him about earlier, going against your word to him. Your stomach growled and your arm cradled it. "Stupid organ, you're the reason I'm in this mess," you thought.

"I'm starving Shouto, I couldn't wait. I –"

"You should've just called for takeout then! I can't protect you when you do this (Y/N), its dangerous out there on your own, you know that! How stu –" his voice stopped before the full word that was on his tongue could escape and he took a breath. "Why didn't you call me before getting on the train, I could've had someone take you."

Your lips pouted from the scolding the hero dealt you, you knew what he wanted to say. At the moment you were hungry and cranky, and now hurt. You knew where his intentions were and that he only wished to keep you out of harm, but you weren't the type of person to just give up living and let others fight your battles. It actually pissed you off how Shouto seemed to think that maybe you couldn't take care of yourself and that keeping you locked up and under his and his fathers watchful eyes until Lucas was dealt with was the only solution.

"Because, I - I shouldn't have to ask your permission to go fucking grocery shopping Shouto. I don't want to fight with you about this, I don't want to fight you period. After today I promise to stay locked away in my tower forever and do as you say."

Before Shouto could retaliate you hung up the phone and shoved it in your bag, crossing your arms and holding back angry tears. You knew your life was in danger and that going out alone wasn't smart at all but you just wanted one day to do something alone and as mundane as grocery shopping. You even donned a surgical mask to try and hide your face from passing strangers, hoping it would be enough. Looking out the window, you pulled the mask down to let some of the cool air fan your face. The glass fogged from the chilly air outside and your warm breath, making you think of Shouto as you drew a snowflake. Guilt started to overtake you and made your heart hurt to think of what must be going through his own head at the moment, you didn't have to be such a brat right? 

Sighing you took out your phone and sent him a text apologizing and letting him know exactly where you'd be at and that you'd only go there and straight back home.

➥ RokiRoki: You have no reason to apologize sweetheart I'm sorry. I keep thinking that if I shield you away from the world then that will solve everything but you're still human and you're not the type to be contained. You ran away in the first place because of being treated like a prisoner in your own home, I won't do that to you. Go ahead and get what you need, but please do just that and head straight back home. Keep me updated with your location and call me if you feel like anything is off. Tell me when you're heading home and I'll meet you at the station. We'll talk more over dinner."

Entering the store you grabbed a buggy and quickly made your rounds, searching out all the items on your list so you could get in and get out. Your eyes wondered around as well, making sure no one was paying any attention to you besides just a passing glance. The mask on your face was snug and you wore a beanie with a sweater and jeans, trying to look as normal and somewhat hidden as possible. After a few minutes you were able to purchase your groceries and leave making your way to the station again.

You sat on the backside of a bench waiting, you're feet planted firmly on the seat. Luckily you seemed to be the only one at the station though so no one could judge, you pulled your mask down letting the cool air hit your flushed and pink cheeks with a sigh. Laughing as you watched one of your favorite BTS videos.

"I put sticker on my carrier! Chop, chop, chop," you squealed and wiped away tears.

A phone call soon cut off the video, a picture of you and Shouto popped up on the screen. You smiled looking at it. It was meant to be a selfie of you both but Shouto was more interested in looking at you instead of the camera. His face nuzzling your cheek with a smile as you smiled the biggest and cheesiest smile ever. Your finger slid the green phone over answering the call and you held the mouthpiece of your earbuds up and spoke.

"Hey RokiRoki!"

"Hey sweetheart, how much longer till your train arrives?"

"Uhm, I think 15 minutes. I'm waiting at the station right now."

"Okay, I'm on my way to the other station now. To be honest I've been a wreck the past hour. Please, don't do this to me again."

"I promise Shouto, I'll make it up to you when we get home! I got stuff to make soba!"

"It's going to take more than Soba, but that'll be a start!"

"Well maybe having me as your desert will fix things?"

You clearly heard Shouto's breathing stop for a second, swearing you could hear his heartbeat in his ears as well. The sound of footsteps could also be heard making you quirk a brow at how clear the speaker was. Shrugging your shoulders you called out Shouto's name into the microphone.

A sigh came from his end, "Don't start something you can't finish (Y/N). I'll see you in a little bit. Be careful! I lo- I'll be waiting for you."

Giggling you gave the hero a 'goodbye' and ended the call. You looked around still being the only soul at the station and took your earbuds out to check the station monitor and see how much longer your wait would be. The air was chilly and quiet, almost eerie. Taking in a deep breath you grunted as your nostrils picked up a scent, it smelled like minty smoke. 

Out of nowhere, from behind you a cigarette was flicked and landed in front of you. Your body stiffened as you went to turn around but were stopped as someone quickly came up behind you. One hand on your throat as their other arm wrapped around your waist flushing your back to their chest keeping you from falling off the bench. You went to scream but the hand glided from your throat to cover you mouth, forcing your head to turn to the side. You're eyes were met with a pair of glistening sea blue ones, making your blood run cold and the scream in your throat to choke back down.

"Don't scream. Despite what you think, I'm not going to hurt you angel. Understand," his raspy and nonchalant voice cooed as his warm and minty breath fanned your cheek.

You nodded and he released your mouth, moving his hand back down to your neck to cup the opposite side of it. Chuckling he dragged the tip of his nose up your skin, inhaling you scent deeply and groaning. Your skin started to crawl and burn at the same time, unsure of how to react.

"I didn't exactly get to introduce myself the first time we met, the name is Dabi," more intoxicating breathes covered the juncture of your neck and collarbone.

"W-Why are you here," you breathed out, thoughts getting hazy as he worked your neck with soft kisses and dragged his teeth. Paralyzed by shock, you couldn't move even if you wanted to.

"I was hired by your lover. You know he's highly pissed off that you escaped from him."

"Lucas sent you? How did you know where I - ngh," you grit your teeth as his arm around your waist loosened and his hand traveled down your thigh and squeezed.

"I work for a very big group, we have eyes and ears everywhere, connections. Plus, I made it my own personal mission to make finding you priority beautiful."

"You, you sent those people to follow me a few weeks ago, that maniac that tried to fucking kill me?"

Dabi chuckled and his hand on the side of your neck moved into your hair, tugging and forcing your head to tilt more to the side giving him more ground to cover with his lips. You whimpered and your eyes screwed shut, a sick heat engulfing your entire body.

"Ah, I want to apologize for that actually. I instructed that they didn't leave a scratch on you but the idiot couldn't control himself I guess. Don't worry though angel, he's been dealt with. No one will be following you anymore now that I've confirmed you're really here; well except for me."

His hand on your thigh rubbed and inched closer between them, he could feel you trembling and smiled against your skin before pulling his hand away. Dabi actually completely released you at the moment, making you fall forward. His hand caught yours before you could fall face first into the concrete. You looked at him bewildered, touching your neck with your free hand and jerking the other from his grasp. Dabi grinned and walked from behind you to move to the bench and sit between your knees. He acted as if the two of you were best friends or something, just hanging out at the station as he placed his elbows on your thighs, leaning his head back and looking up at you. Your hands flew up, not sure where to place them.

"I'll make you a deal. I have this killer headache, how about you rub my head and I'll give you answers."

All you could muster was an okay as your hands instantly moved to his dark and spiky locks. The were shockingly very soft and smooth, his hair was thick and your fingers rubbing kicked up the scent of his plain and clean shampoo. He hummed and relaxed at your touch, his stunning hues smiling at you.

"Are you going to take me back to him?" You questioned silently not looking at the villain between your legs.

"Well it would do no good returning you to a dead man."

Your fingers stopped massaging and your eyes widened, finally looking down at Dabi. He flashed you a wide and satisfied smile.

"He's dead?"

"Last time I checked. You see, when I want something I like to obtain that one thing without any hassle. Your Lucas was a 'hassle', and he needed to be dealt with, it's not like he'd be missed anyway. I mean, did you want to go back to him?" He groaned and leaned forward, rubbing the back of his neck before standing.

You shook your head no, still processing the news of your ex's death. Obviously his death was at the hands of the person standing before you and it should've terrified you, making you run for the hills. Instead though, it felt like a wave of relief crashed down. No more running and hiding, right?

"If he's dead and you have no further obligations with him, then why are you here? What, do you want a thank you, money? What is it you're after exactly?"

Dabi turned around, taking a step closer and trapping your hips between his hands as they brace the rail you sat on. His lips were back at your neck, his nose rubbing under your chin.

"You. There's something about you that I just have to have and I will have it. I'll make you mine, even if it's just for one night."

The villains words hit you like a smack to the face, he wanted you, and bad. 

Your fingers clutched the cool metal beneath you as a gasp left your parting lips. Dabi's hand was gripping your chin, his thumb now between your teeth, prying open your mouth. Unconsciously your tongue fell out on top of his digit making his eyes darken as he smirked. All you could focus on were how hot his lips felt against your skin, just like in your dream. They left a lingering trail of fire along your jaw and chin until he finally reached your open mouth. Dabi chuckled and stuck out his tongue slowly licking and massaging yours, doing however he pleased with your mouth. You were livid, growling as he had you under a spell, you're body paralyzed again. He growled back and pulled away, nipping the tip of your tongue and licking his lips with a smile, leaving you breathless as you heard a train pulling into the station.

"Until next time angel," he cooed and kissed your cheek. 

Shoving his hands in his pockets, Dabi started to walk off. You wiped your mouth and skin violently, trying to make any trace and feeling from his lips disappear until you heard fingers snapping. You looked up, to see him looking back at you over his shoulder with a smirk.

"If you want your precious Shouto to live, you'll keep that delicious mouth shut!"

[winryofresembool]

Fic: Lose an arm, win a mechanic

Summary: Ruby finally opens up to Alan about how she lost her arm. 

A/N: Merry, very belated Christmas to @criis55!! I know how much you love our OC:s (after all, I do too), so what’s more fitting than writing you a present about our beloved ship Alby :’) A little background: this scene happens during Alan and Ruby’s trip to Central, where they have just met Ruby’s friend Diana, who spilled some things about Ruby’s background that made Alan rather confused. Maybe one day I’ll write that meeting too but this fic would have gotten too long if I had done that as well, so I’m starting from the beginning of Alan and Ruby’s conversation afterwards. Anyway, I hope you enjoy :3 And pls let me know how you feel about this!

Characters: Alan Rockbell-Elric (Ed and Winry’s son), Ruby Harris (his future s/o)

Genre: hurt/comfort

Words: 2200+

Warnings: Ruby talking about how she lost her arm. Not a graphic description, but anyway.

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”Ruby…” Alan said all of a sudden when the two of them arrived at their hotel. Before getting there, they had met a girl from Ruby’s past, leaving Alan even more confused about his mysterious client/friend than before, and he was trying to make some sense of it. “I have been taking care of your automail for over a year. We have known each other since we were kids. Yet still, you refuse to tell me what exactly happened with your arm. I mean, I have heard some bits and pieces mostly by accident, but I’d still like to get a full picture from you. I want you to be able to trust me.”

“I do trust you,” Ruby insisted, crossing her arms over her chest and glaring at Alan.

“I… Sometimes I feel you don’t,” Alan retorted back.

“Alan…” Ruby sighed, annoyed that she still had to explain this. “I grew up with an abusive mother, getting bullied through my childhood, and then this incident happened…” She pointed at her automail arm. “You can’t blame me for shutting out especially when it comes to one the most painful memories of my life.”

“Yeah, you’re right. Sorry.” Alan glanced at his feet with embarrassment. “I guess I’m just… worried about you. I care about you. You know, not just like a regular automail mechanic cares about their clients. Rather, like a good friend.”

Ruby didn’t admit that those words hurt her, because one, growing part of her wished that he could see her as something more than a friend. But she supposed she had to take what she got, so she sucked it in and after a barely audible sigh she answered: “It’s… it’s OK. I get it.”

“So, who was that girl?” The one we met?” Alan decided to test some little less dangerous waters.

“Oh… She’s Diana, a second lieutenant from the time I was in the military training.” Ruby tried to shrug it off. She didn’t care to go to details about her either, unless she had to.

“Oh? That’s all? Why did I get a vibe that there’s more than that to her?” Alan cocked his eyebrow curiously.

“Uhh…” This time Ruby couldn’t help but blush a bit. “We did kiss once… But that was all, I swear, we both knew it was against the military rules to date your subordinate/superior, so soon after we decided we’d be better off as friends. I admit I did have a crush on her but… it’s like I told her, I am over it now.” What she didn’t add was: “there’s someone else now.”

“Looks like I’m learning a lot of things about you during this trip…,” Alan noted. “I didn’t know you were a…”

“Bi. I’m bisexual, and not afraid to say it. Yes, I may find certain male AND female individuals attractive, but contrary to popular belief, I don’t want to jump into bed with every person I encounter,” she said defensively before Alan could comment that information.

“I never said I thought…” Alan started apologetically, but before he could finish, Ruby spoke.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have assumed… It’s just, people always get very confused when I try to explain them what that term means and… it’s frustrating sometimes.”

“Don’t worry. I’m not judging!” Alan rushed to answer. “To be honest, sometimes I don’t know what I am myself, but I feel like trying to put yourself into a certain mold is… well, it’s not for me. What does it really matter? If you like someone, then you like someone, no matter which “category” you belong to.”

“You may have a point there,” Ruby agreed after considering Alan’s statement.

“Right.”

Both of them just sat on Ruby’s bed for a while, not knowing where to take the conversation next. Ruby wanted to ask Alan how things were going with the Xingese princess, while Alan was still curious about Ruby’s accident, but neither felt like an appropriate topic at that moment.

“So…”

“So…”

“Maybe I should go to my own room to rest now… It’s been a long day,” Alan finally said. He turned to leave, but before he was out of the room, Ruby stopped him.

“Alan…”

“Yeah?”

Ruby wasn’t sure what possessed her to say the next words. “You are right. Maybe you deserve to know.”

“About…?” Alan asked with confusion, not quite following Ruby’s track of thoughts.

“About what happened to me,” Ruby said quietly, but firmly.

“Oh.” Alan didn’t know how to react, but he set the hand that had been on the door handle down and turned to look at Ruby. She seemed uncharacteristically insecure and vulnerable.

“You… have to realize that I have not told this to many people,” she started. “Living through it once was bad enough, thinking about it again is… it never gets easier. But maybe you’ll finally understand… what I feel… if I tell…”

“I don’t want to pressure you, though… If you don’t feel ready, that’s OK…” Alan tried to reassure her.

“No. I’m this far, I’m not backing down now,” Ruby answered, determination taking over the previous moment of insecurity.

Alan thought in his mind that this girl had so much more guts than she gave herself credit for, but said nothing, instead just nodding to encourage Ruby to continue.

After taking a deep breath, she spoke: “I guess I should start from the beginning. So, I had just turned 18 and I was living alone in a tiny apartment and needed money. I did have a couple of part time jobs but it got too demanding with me also trying to finish my studies, and I noticed wishing I only had one job that alone could earn me my living. Well, weirdly enough an opportunity showed up. I saw the military’s job ad on a newspaper, and even though I had always hated the thought of guns and wars and fighting and so on, I asked myself that if Amestris really needed my help, would I want to do it? And my answer was yes. And that decided it for me.”

“Truth to be told, I always wondered why exactly you went there, and I guess that explains it,” Alan commented, but then gestured her to continue.

“Mmmmh… Anyway, when I started my training, I met a lot of new people. Some great, some not so great. There was this one guy. And… I have to warn you, this is where this gets hard,” Ruby noted.

“Take your time,” Alan said calmingly. Ruby took another deep breath and continued.

“He… I think he had his eye on me since the moment we met. I mean, in a very, very bad way. First, because of my skin color. He was really, really anti-Ishval – well, in other words, a racist pig - and of course he noticed I had some Ishvalan blood in me, even though I’m probably more Amestrian than he is. That alone was enough to put him off. Well, soon enough he also found other reasons to hate me. I was a better shooter than him. I was more liked than him. For the first time I actually found friends who didn’t shy away from me after hearing about my background and it was great. I… well, I also befriended Diana and even though I didn’t want to admit it, I knew there were rumors about us around. I think you already got an idea about the guy who did this to me, and can guess how he felt about sexual minorities. Of course he heard about us and… that only fueled him.”

“I think I know where this is going and… I already wish I could punch him. So hard he’d… lose more than an arm.” Alan clenched his fist, really looking like that if he saw this guy Ruby was talking about, he’d do just that.

“Alan, calm down,” Ruby tried to soothe him. “To be honest, this was one of the reasons why I didn’t want to tell you. I was afraid you’d react badly. If… If I learned anything from my incident, it’s that violence won’t take you anywhere.”

“Yeah, you are right,” Alan answered, still breathing heavily. “Uh, I guess, continue… if you want to.”

“Okay,” Ruby nodded and closed her eyes, bracing herself. “We – I and him - had a couple of arguments, but I never thought he’d stoop as low as he did. But one day, soon after he found me and Diana hugging – we were only saying goodbyes because Diana was going to a bootcamp – he and I were for some reason alone in the shooting grounds. I was just doing my daily practice, when…” At this point Ruby had to stop to get some air “… I turned to see who had arrived and…  I saw him and… before I could do anything… I heard a loud bang and felt pain that was worse than anything I had felt in my life... I lost my conscience soon afterwards.”

Ruby’s eyes were getting wet and Alan sat down next to her, wrapping his arm around her shoulder, but she deepened the hug. They were like that for a while, until Ruby sobbed: “He… he had shot me in the arm. I still don’t know if he had had the intention to kill or just hurt me, but does it really matter? I mean, that bullet could have just as well hit me anywhere…”

“But it didn’t,” Alan said firmly, even though he was still shocked about the information he had just learned. “You’re here with us, maybe not 100% the same as before that, but… still alive and healthy and braver than any person I’ve met. And I’ve met my fair share of brave people, believe me.” He stroke her hair slowly, letting the girl get the piled up emotions out of her system. “Not even once have I seen you give up on something just because of your… small issue.”

“You… you think so?” Ruby asked, raising her head hopefully from his shoulder.

“Yep. Sometimes I think you’re even braver than you should be. Listen, my parents have always taught me that we shouldn’t be afraid of helping – and to be helped – if need be. You’re so used to doing everything on your own that – and I’m sorry if I’ve gotten a wrong impression – I have a feeling you’ve forgotten that you don’t always need to do that. That sometimes it’s OK to have a shoulder to cry on.”

Alan stopped when he realized Ruby’s grip on his shirt had tightened and the shoulder part of it had started getting damp.

“Hey, it’s OK,” he stroked her back awkwardly. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have made you tell…”

“No, you were right,” Ruby said once she had calmed down enough, wiping her tears. “It… felt good to talk about it. Tough… but also good. I mean… this may sound really weird, but I have never really cried about my arm before. Sometimes I’ve wished I could have, but… instead I’ve just felt that weird numbness. Your automail is of course a blessing to me; I can do almost everything I wish to do with it… but I can’t feel with it. I can’t feel with my arm or my hand because an extremely hateful person decided I don’t deserve it, and… I just can’t process that in my head. But something about your words… made me realize that there’s someone here who really does care about me, who’d even fight for me, and…” She couldn’t finish her sentence because she was overwhelmed by her emotions again, but then Alan did something unexpected. He took Ruby’s automail hand into both of his, and gave her a very serious look.

“Hey. Of course I care about you. Probably more than you realize. I mean, how could I not? Sometimes I’m just not very good at showing it… Must have gotten that from my father,” He muttered, but Ruby didn’t pay attention to his final sentence. She was staring at him like she had just noticed him being there for the first time properly, wondering if she should make her move. The moment would be perfect for it. Sure, there was that Xingese princess, but for what Ruby knew, she hadn’t been to Amestris for several months and Alan hadn’t mentioned her in a long while… Maybe there was nothing going on.

“Alan…” she finally said. “There’s another thing I’d like you to know…”

“Oh?”

“I…”

She was just about to lean in to kiss him, setting her hand in his hair and inching closer… There were only a few centimeters between them when there was a knock on the door and Ruby quickly leaped farther from Alan as the spell of the moment was broken.

“Ms. Harris, there’s a phone call for you down the hall,” a hotel clerk said through the door, and Ruby quickly told him she’d come right away.

“Uh, I guess I should go then…” Ruby mumbled to Alan awkwardly, staring at her feet.

“Yeah… I should go back to my room as well, I’m feeling kinda tired…” Alan answered lamely. He wondered what had just almost happened.

Before they left the room, though, Ruby decided there was at least one more thing she had to do first.

“Alan… thanks.” Before she could hesitate, she pressed a quick kiss on his cheek, leaving the young man rather flustered when she exited the room. Her eyes may have been puffy from the crying but she was smiling hopefully, thinking maybe there was something good waiting for her in the future.

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Greaser Headcannons

First post: Headcannons, fuck yeah. 

#1

Dally, Johnny and Darry are fricken f a n t a s t i c dancers. 

Darry, of course, learned from his parents before they died.

Johnny also learned from his parents before they were constantly fighting and beating him. 

And Dally learned from some people he met on his way from NYC to Tulsa. 

Sometimes, when the gang is like having a fun party day or something, they’ll put on Elvis and will dance for hours.

Out of the curtis brothers, this is how they are in the dancing department:

Amazing: Darry

OK:Soda

pretty fuckin bad: Ponyboy

Darry taught Soda how to dance and he’s alright. They both tried to teach Pony but he is like unteachable lol

#2

Darry often has nightmares

They’re not like the ones that Ponyboy has but they’re enough to make him wake up at 3 am, a shaking sweaty mess.

It’s either memories of when he heard Mr and Mrs Curtis died or it’s terrifying images of his family dying.

Dally getting severely injured during rodeos or in a gang fight, Sodapop and Steve in a car accident, Johnny getting jumped again or his parents finally going way too far, Two-bit getting himself into police or socs trouble, and Ponyboy just disappearing. 

Sodapop found him after one of his nightmares once and was able to comfort him but Darry made him swear he would never tell anyone.

Nobody except for him and Soda know about his nightmares

#3 Two-bit and Soda can probably play some kind of instrument or at least would be good at it if given the chance to learn

#4 Sexuality headcannons (These are just in my head so if you disagree that’s dank plz don’t yell at me)

Ponyboy: Massive pansexual/bisexual 50/50

Johnny:Gay

Dally: Bisexual 49/51 (probably leans just a l i t t l e bit more towards girls)

Sodapop: Also bisexual (I know, almost all of them are bi or pan i’m soRRY)

He leans more towards girls but there’s a minor chance he’d date dude if he is special enough (Coughstevecough)

Steve: Gay (I know he was dating Evie but i’m still saying this i’m sorry. I headcannon he dated her because he liked her but only as a friend but he thought it was more because he didn’t wanna admit he was gay)

Two-bit: Bisexual pretty 50/50

Darry: Surprisingly bisexual but definitely leans way more towards women. He’s just not used to imagining being in a relationship with men

Cherry:Straight

Marcia:Bisexual

Bob:Straight (ish lmao im kidding)

Randy: Bi but he doesn’t know it

#5 Fave colors

Ponyboy: Probably pastel yellow

Johnny: Blue or Purple

Dally: Probably a dark Navy blue

Sodapop:Red or Orange

Darry:Maroon probably

Steve:A minty color. More blue than green

Two-bit: Orange or Maybe a bright pinkish red

Ok that’s enough for one post lmao.. I’ll post more on separate ones so it’s more organized