#divergent headcanons

[imajinxnation]

hi! could i request something about how divergent characters (especially peter) would react to someone flirting with their s/o ? love your acc btw 😊

Jealousy - Divergent Preference/Reaction

You have no idea how excited I got when I saw this!

Like I woke up and saw this and I'm fuckin pumped to write this!

Sorry if this sucks, not a lot of inspiration.

WARNING:Fluff, probably a bit crack, Peter and Eric being themselves, and a lil suggestiveness, and a lil angst

Peter

When he sees some rando Dauntless initiate flirting with you, he is pissed. He knows you'd never leave him, especially for an initiate, but the fact that this fucking kid thinks he can get with HIS partner... he needs to put the little shit in his place.

The moment he sees the kid flirting with you, he practically runs up to you and wraps his arms around your torso and gives the initiate the biggest death glare he could. Peter grabs your face and forces his lips on yours, not that you're complaining, but it was a bit embarrassing to have someone watch Peter make out with you. While you weren't aware, Peter rose his hand and flips off the initiate, which makes him leave, finally getting he hint that you were taken.

Eric

Okay.. let's be honest here, this guy is fucking PETTY. Like if someone even looks at you in a suggestive way, he's just like, "get up here and fucking fight me, cause bitch, we both know you can't win."

He knows you'd never leave him, but he's still gonna be like, hell nah that's my partner. Not gonna lie, he probably almost killed someone because they were obviously harrassing you even though the person knew you were taken and asked them to go away. He would absolutely kill a bitch if it meant that you would be safe.

Tobias/Four

Tobias can be very intimidating to younger people and people who don't know him very well. So imagine how he looks when he sees that someone is flirting with you, his partner. He's silent, but he's glaring at this person, probably imagining 100 knives in their back.

When he realizes the person isn't going away and you start looking uncomfortable after you realize the person doesn't care that you have a boyfriend and keeps flirting with you, he quickly finishes whatever he was doing and took you away from the uncomfortable aura of being around the person flirting with you. Let's just say you felt that jealousy and anger later that night.

Tris

Tris is extremely insecure, so when she sees someone flirting with you she is not okay, she starts to think about all the things she hates about herself and how she thinks she's not good enough for you. Quickly those thoughts vanished as she saw you twist the persons arm when they tried to touch you in a bad way.

"Sorry, bitch, but I have a girlfriend, and if you want to keep your arm attached to your body, I suggest you leave me the fuck alone," you threatened. Tris propped up in pride, all those negative thoughts going away. You loved her so much more than she thinks.

[heliads]

Happy new year!!! I was wondering if I could request someting for Peter Hayes? I'm a sucker for the "I hate everyone but you troupe" and also neck kisses so maybe something like that? He's just going off about something and reader sneeks up behind him and gives him a kiss on the neck and he just...M E L T S.

apologies but your request has been sacrificed in the name of maintaining my work life balance. the neck kisses thing is throwing me off from peter's character so you have been bullet pointed.

masterlist

Peter Hayes has a problem where he really, really, can’t keep things to himself

He gets one thought in his head and then he’s spouting off about it for hours at a time

You listen, of course you do, but man, if it isn’t astonishing to hear the depth and breadth of things that annoy Peter on a daily basis

In the beginning, you were always nervous that you’d do something wrong and hear your name listed among those irritants, but Peter has proven time and time again that will never be the case

He just rambles to you because you’re always the closest– he doesn’t like being separated from you, not when you’re the best audience ever

You’re not going to say that Peter started dating you because he knew it would give him more chances to monologue

It definitely helped, though

Jokes aside, Peter is very grateful for your presence in his life

You remind him to ease up when he’s been training too hard, you make even the worst days of initiation that much better

Honestly, he doesn’t know how he’d do it without you

And yes, in all your days of knowing him better than anybody, you have discovered a secret way to get Peter to lose his track of thought mid tirade

You stumbled upon it by accident, but it’s been your surefire method ever since

Here is how it went the first time, how it’s gone ever since then:

Peter finds you and a topic to complain about

He’s often overcome with indignation and takes to pacing about whatever room he’s in

You wait until his back is turned and sneak up on him, wrapping your arms around him from behind

A kiss to the neck is the final ingredient; placed carefully like a knife to the throat, it shuts him up every time

You laugh at how well it works, but Peter never has it in him to complain

After all, if you were to stop, that would be a far worse fate

divergent tag list: @rogueanschel, @with-inked-solace, @gods-fools-heroes, @23victoria, @manyfandomsfanvergent, @imwaysthelastchoice, @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed

[that-sarcastic-optimist]

So a while back I saw this headcannon that although Four was born Abnegation he had to have picked some Dauntless traits when he transferred there, even though he hated it there before Tris came along.

AND AN IDEA WAS BORN

Yes, and I shall write about it, not because I have nothing to do, but because I have nothing to do.

I wanted to give them a chance to be a normal couple before Divergent’s Armageddon at the end of the first book, so this takes place three-four months after Tris completes her final test and they were a normal couple for a while.

Headcanon credits to @fouriis and I hope this is the correct account?

*mini-drabble of app. 500 words*

OOO

There are some times when you know you’ve fucked up.

There’s always this inner feeling, but it takes a while sometimes to really get that gut feeling.

Like today, for example.

Tris and I stand here in my room, me staring at her hands as she waves them around because I have nothing else to do while Tris yells at me.

“—therefore you should have told me, because I am also a part of this faction—”

“You were injured, what the hell was I supposed to do—”

“I got better two days ago!” she screeches. “It was a cut on my shoulder! I’m fine!”

“You're clearly not fine, because I still see you wincing when you move it. And Tori said you were supposed to stay in bed for a week so that she could make sure it didn’t get infected.”

“I need to practice, we know that Eric and Max are up to something. Even Christina noticed that my knife throwing skills were a bit off lately, I need to practice, Tobias, why can't you see that—”

“They’re knives, baby, you need an incredible amount of precision in your back muscles to hit the target, and you're clearly not doing well on that front.”

“That’s not the damn point, Tobias, I could have just watched—did you just call me baby?”

I freeze. I try to open my mouth. Nothing comes out.

Stupid Dauntless.

I came first in my rankings during Initiation and I cannot respond to a simple question.

Tris is still staring at me with the same furious expression on her face, but some of it has been diluted with amusement.

“I—yes?” I try.

She cocks a brow, gives me a once-over and nods. “Keep calling me that,” she says, then walks out, not before sticking her head back into my room. “We’re still not done discussing this.”

I accidentally walk into a wall when she leaves.

[that-nerd-who-writes-fanfiction]

I need a fic where Arthur knows magic isn’t inherently evil but doesn’t know about Merlin’s magic.

So he sees his new manservant being terrified of anything magical and tries to convince Merlin that magic can be good.

Meanwhile, Merlin thinks that Arthur knows about him so he’s trying to subtly convince Arthur that he should stop bringing it up.

Morgana just cackling in the background.

And it goes on until Ealdor when Arthur is like: “why the hell are you so anti magic if you have it?!”

And Merlin is so confused: “you didn’t know? But you kept trying to reassure me that you weren’t afraid of me.”

And Hunnith is watching all this unfold like: “ah yes, soulmates. Two sides of the same coin but if the coin is anything like their brain cells, it isn’t worth much.”

[skiiyoomin]

i beg you to write some tobias eaton jealousy smut where he gets all possesive and shit

possesive tobias makes me feralll

also the plot is boring as hell but i geniuenly couldnt come up with something else

warnings: smut, possessiveness, swearing, fem reader, slight tease Tobias, dirty talk? little tiny bit of degradation (he calls you a slut)

RULES !!

DO NOT COPY OR REPOST MY WORK PLEASE

REQUESTS: OPEN

NAVIGATION

WHO DO I WRITE FOR?

Summary: Tobias had to show exactly who you belong to

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Need | Tobias Eaton

You're beatiful, that's a fact. Tobias knew it, everyone at Dauntless did. He always felt lucky and greatful to have ended up with you, and he always made sure to remind you of that fact.

However, like everything, there was a downside. People at Dauntless had a tendency for....boldness. Of course that was a given, I mean, it's literally their nature to be bold. But there were times Tobias wished people weren't so bold.

Often times he'd catch people staring at you a little longer than necessary. Other times they'd straight up attempt to flirt with you, but you quickly shut down their advances. However, there's always going to be some idiot who doesn't understand what no means. Like right now.

You were at a party and of course, as expected of Dauntless, everything was absolutely wild. You were having a great time and, surprisingly, so was Tobias. As expected, you had caught the eyes of many in your black silk dress that night and while he felt slightly uneasy at this, who were they to blame really, you did look stunning after all.

At one point, he unwrapped his arm from your waist and excused himself to the bathroom. When he came back, what he saw had him clenching his jaw and curling his hands into fists. A random guy was towering over you, leaning a bit too close for comfort, your face clearly showed discomfort, which had Tobias immediately coming to your side.

"Are you ok darling? Is he bothering you?" He glared at the man as he asked the question, his gaze softening when he glanced back down at you. You meekly nodded, wanting nothing more than to be left alone with your lover.

"Oh come one babygirl don't play hard to get, we were having fun" The man reeked of alcohol making his nose twitch in disgust. His grip on your waist tightened. "She's clearly taken, so I would back off if I were you"

The man merely glanced at him before he drifted his attention back to you, continuing his advances. Tobias stepped in front of you, pushing a finger into the mans chest. "I said back off" He seethed.

Before he could answer, Tobias grabbed your hand and walked towards the door with a fast pace, leaving you no choice but to follow. Once you were walking down the empty hallways of the compound, you reached up to place your hand on his tense shoulders. Hesitantly, you called out to him.

"..Tobias?"

You were answered with silence, and while you questioned the unusual behaviour, you decided to keep quiet, not wanting to cause further tension.

Before you knew it, you were at the door of your shared apartment. As soon as the door closed, Tobias had you pressed up against the wall, his lips kissing yours in fervour. You were absolutely breathless, your mind going blank at the feeling of his hands roaming your body.

He seperated from your lips, though only a mere centimeters. He gazed deep into your eyes, his own half lidded ones holding a dark lustful gaze. "You're mine" He growled. His low tone sent shivers down your spine, your breath hitching in your throat.

He picked you up with ease, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he manuvered with ease through the house and to your bed. Gently he plopped you down and crawled on top of you, his toned arms caging you under him. His lips were back on yours, the tension rising as his hands roam your curves. Your shirt rode up with the movements and in one swift movement it was off, leaving you in your bra. His lips began to move down, leaving lingering kisses on your jaw and neck. You let out a breathy moan when he kisses the crevice of your neck. When he pulled back, he admired the series of hickeys decorating your neck.

With expertise, he unclipped your bra, throwing it to the side. Similarly to your neck, he began to spread hickeys wherever he could. Your back arched when his warm mouth enveloped your sensitive nipple, the other teased between his thumbs. "Mmm Tobias" You breathed out, your hands on the back of his head, messing up his brown locks. He continued giving his attetion to your chest, switching between one nipple and the other until you were writhing underneath him.

"Please Tobias, I need it"

You whined, but he only seemed to want to tease you.

"Need what baby? Use your words"

"Fuck please, i- i need your cock"

That's all he needed to hear for him to remove the rest of your clothes as well as his own onto the pile on the floor. He placed his hands under your knees, spreading your legs until you were wide open for him. The sight of your wet cunt made his dick twitch, a groan errupting from his throat at the sight. "Fuck baby you're already so wet for me, can't wait for this cock to fill you up hm?"

You nodded frantically, wanting to be filled up to the brim. You grinded your hips, needing to feel friction on your throbbing pussy. He leaned forward, pressing your legs to your chest as he lined up with your needy hole. Without any warning, he slammed into you, causing a loud moan to rip from you.

"I'm gonna show everyone who you belong to, who fucks you so hard you can't walk properly like a needy little slut"

You whined at the filthy words, but before you could even react, he was already slamming his hips into your ass, the dirty sounds of squelching filling the room.

He lifted your hips a little bit, allowing him to reach places you didn't know existed. Your head fell back onto the mattress, your jaw hung open while the most pornographic mewls left your mouth. He grunted at the feeling of your walls tightening around his dick, your nails scratching his back adding to the feeling of pleasure.

Soon enough your back arched, your moans rising in pitch and your words turned into gibberish as you felt your orgasm reach its peak. Tobias quickened his pace, feeling his own release coming close.

"o-ooh my god f-fuck i'm gonna cum"

"cum for me baby"

With a couple more thrusts you were cumming all over his cock, your body jerked uncontrollably. Not long after he released his seed inside you, using your overstimulated hole to chase his high.

When you finally caught your breath, you pressed a sweet kiss to his lips "That was good"

He pressed kisses all over your face before looking at you with a smirk "Don't think I'm done with you"

[writer-in-theory]

berry sweet on your lips

TW: Period-typical homophobia, Some Internalized homophobia, Implied abuse (Steve's dad is a pos)

When Steve was seven, his Mama caught him in her makeup.

He was sitting up on the bathroom counter, sloppily drawn eyeliner over his eyelids and trying to apply bright cherry red lipstick to his lips without smearing. The application process required so much focus he hadn't realized when the front door opened downstairs, or when his mom called repeatedly for him to come down to dinner. He did hear the surprised little yelp from her though, and the sigh once she realized which eyeliner he'd accidentally broken.

"Honey, those aren't toys to play with." His Mama's voice was tight like she was barely containing her frustration at the lost products. Dad always made her upset, and Steve didn't want to add to it. So it didn't seem like a good time to correct her, that no, he wasn't trying to play. He'd seen how pretty makeup could make people, and he wanted it. He wanted to be pretty.

Instead, he sighed and nodded, hopping down from the counter. "Sorry, Mama."

"It's okay, baby, that stuff just isn't for kids to play with. C'mon, let's get you washed up and we can get some dinner."

It wasn't the last time he'd thought about makeup, though it took years until Steve found the courage to try again.

--

It happened when he was fourteen in Carol Perkins's basement. He, Tommy, and Carol spent most nights together anymore. The Perkins' always volunteered to babysit Steve when he was younger and his Mama started going on business trips with his dad, and they always let Tommy come over so he wouldn't be left out. That basement with its bright tie-dyed blankets scattered around and posters of every attractive celebrity you could imagine felt more like home than his own house.

Maybe that was why he felt so comfortable suggesting it in the first place.

"Ugh, I need more girl friends, honestly," Carol groaned, flopping back onto the pile of pillows and blankets she'd acquired.

"What now? We're not entertaining enough?" Tommy teased from where he and Steve were playing air hockey. Steve's knuckles were sure to bruise tomorrow from the speed with which they were knocking the puck at each other but they hadn't stopped laughing yet. "Need to go braid Tina's hair and talk about boys?"

"You're not boring," Carol clarified, "but it'd be nice to do someone's makeup and talk about boys every once in awhile. A girl needs some gossip."

Tommy laughed, so Steve laughed too because it seemed the right thing to do. But really...it didn't sound so bad, did it? So when the laughter died down, he spoke up. "You could put makeup on me, I don't care," Steve shrugged.

He did. He did care so much. Even the thought of it made his heart flutter, threatening to fly away at any second.

"Really?" Carol raise one eyebrow, sitting all the way up and twisting around to face him. "You'd let me put makeup on you? The whole thing, I don't do boring makeup."

"C'mon, man, don't let her do that to you," Tommy groaned, but Steve just shrugged again and abandoned the air hockey table, coming over to sit down on the floor with Carol.

"It washes off, right?" As if he hadn't known how easy it was to swipe off red lipstick, though it would always leave a deep tint to his lips like he'd been eating berries. "It can't hurt."

It at least made Carol happy, and seeing her smile as she rushed off to retrieve her makeup bag made Tommy's grumbles about ditching the game worth it.

And you know, it was fun. Carol was actually gentle, and seemed to know what she was doing. Steve had his eyes closed most of the time while she brushed powder and liner on them, as she swiped mascara on and tried to perfect whatever glamorous look she'd seen in her latest magazine. She did talk about boys too, all about which girl had crushes on each boy that they knew, and why Eric Thompson was the most crushed on boy in Hawkins Middle.

"Eric Thompson? Get a grip, Perkins, you can do so much better than him," Steve told her, laughing at her indignant shout.

"Seriously. The guy's a total meathead," Tommy called from where he was sprawled out across one of the couches, idly watching whatever movie the Perkins' decided to rent for the night.

"You're a total meathead," Carol shot back in return. "Not Stevie here, though. No, I think after I tell all the girls about what a good guy you are, you'll be the new king of Hawkins Middle."

"Screw Hawkins Middle, I better be king of Hawkins High for this," Steve laughed, only because he had no idea how to thank her for it. By the time he'd left the Perkins' house the next morning, the bright eyeshadow and tacky lip gloss had been washed away but the feeling of pure peace it had brought him persisted.

--

Steve hadn't dared try again, not until he was sixteen and saw a guy wearing nail polish. It was one of the Seniors, the one who wore all black and who the whole basketball team called The Freak. And maybe he was a freak, Steve didn't really ever have a reason to talk to him and find out, but the sight of the swath of black over his nails left Steve breathless.

"You taking photography this semester, Harrington?" The guy—something Munson, Steve thinks—asked when Steve hadn't stopped staring in the hallway.

"Huh?" Steve startled, looking down both sides of the hallway as if to check if any of his friends were seeing who he was talking to. "No?"

"Shame," Munson let out a little 'tsk' noise, the way Steve's dad always did when he was disappointed. "You could've taken a picture and made it last longer."

Oh, oh. Steve's face flushed red, and the second he saw a flash of another green and orange letterman he panicked. They would know, oh God they'd see him with The Freak and it would all be over, they would figure out that he wanted to paint his nails too and—

Steve wasn't proud of the words spoken after that. They lingered far after he'd said them, swirling in his head until it sounded a little more like his dad was repeating them over and over again, reminding Steve of just what kind of person he was to stay clear away from.

It was that guilt that finally convinced him to go to Melvald's, where the kind woman at the counter didn't question why he was buying the cheapest makeup products he could find. He didn't even know if any of it would look good together, he just knew he needed it. He needed a way to see himself like this before he messed up again where someone could see, where someone could figure him out.

And so began the careful ritual. Every night he'd rush home from practice, lock his bedroom door even though he knew his parents were away on another trip, and swipe the makeup over his eyes, cheeks, lips. He got better at it with every attempt, until the liner wasn't shaky and his lipstick didn't look like it had already been kissed off (and now, wasn't that a thought).

--

Except that was the trouble with secrets, wasn't it? They couldn't stay buried for long, not when Hawkins was so small and this felt so much larger than the town, than the state, than anything Steve had ever been apart of.

It was only a matter of time until his dad found out.

That night he'd been sloppy, unprepared for his parents to come home early. The light in the upstairs bathroom had gone out and instead of changing it he'd moved downstairs, where the lights had already been switched out to a cooler white that made it easier to see what colors he was painting his skin with.

Steve Harrington was pretty sure he would die that night, all over deep red lipstick and perfectly-drawn eyeliner.

He didn't know where he was running to, all he knew was that he couldn't stay in Loch Nora. He ran until he was near the edge of town, nothing but trees and the one road leading out surrounded him. Steve hadn't had his car keys on him, and there was no way he could go back for them without facing his dad's righteous anger. Steve let out a painful cry, finding nothing left to do but lay down on the pavement and stare at the stars. He was barely eighteen, no car, no money except whatever bills were stuffed in his pocket, no plan. Just himself and that damned red lipstick still lingering like berry-stained evidence on his lips.

He didn't move for anything. Not when the night grew chilly enough to freeze his joints and prick up goosebumps on his arms. Not when the rumble of an old car engine came roaring in the distance, or for the subsequent squeal of brakes and a loud horn.

"Shit, Harrington, I know you have air for a brain but what the fuck are you do—" The person cut themselves off, like from seeing the state of him. They'd probably hit him too, kick at him while he was down because why the fuck did he think he could get away with this shit in the middle of nowhere Indiana?

"Shit, Harrington," the voice hissed again, sounding as pained as Steve thought he should feel.

"Get on with it," Steve voiced, voice rough with tears and the violent yells his dad had hit out of him.

"Get on with what?"

Steve rolled his eyes, turning his head to meet Eddie Munson's gaze. He wondered if he still painted his nails. He wondered if it even mattered, because even Eddie Munson didn't do what Steve did. "I'm tired, man. If you're gonna get your revenge on me make it quick."

That startled Eddie, reminding Steve of just how expressive the guy was. It was almost humorous, the way his head reeled back and his eyes widened impossibly far.

"Get in the van, Harrington."

Right, if Eddie was gonna murder him he couldn't do it out in the open, not where anyone could be driving by.

So Steve picked himself up from the ground, not bothering to brush off his jeans before sliding into the passenger seat. They didn't talk the whole drive. No music played. They just sat in complete and total silence, punctuated only by the nervous taps of Eddie's hand on the steering wheel.

Eddie Munson must be stupider than he was. Most murderers wouldn't drive their victim to their own trailer before finishing the job. Though, Steve supposed all Eddie had to say was that he saw Steve Harrington wearing lipstick and it'd all be waved away. Upstanding citizen, that Eddie Munson was.

"Shower's back there, there's a first aid kit on the shelf," Eddie spoke, unable to stand still once they got inside the trailer.

And that, well that was just downright weird. Steve tilted his head to the side, eyeing the little hallway Eddie waved his hand at like it might jump at him. "What's happening?"

"What do you mean?" Eddie sounded tired, like he hadn't slept in weeks. Steve felt like he'd never slept at all, like he might never again.

"You...aren't you gonna...?"

"I mean, I could if you think you're gonna fall," Eddie said nervously, eyes also watching the hallway. "Just tryin' to protect your modesty, man."

"What?" Nothing was making sense, and Steve was beginning to wonder if maybe his head had hit the tile floor one too many times because this was supposed to be simple, cut and dry.

"Can you just go clean up, Harrington?"

"Why?"

"Because I hate seeing all that damn blood on you, okay?" Eddie snapped out, voice raising in pitch the more worked up he got. "I don't know what the hell happened, but I hate it."

Oh.

"You're not...you're not gonna...?" Steve repeated, including a lackluster air punch.

That seemed to make everything click in place for Eddie. He sucked in a breath and both hands flew to the top of his head, scraping through his unruly curls. "Shit, you think? Nah, man, I'm not a piece of shit like whoever did that to you. C'mon."

Eddie started walking down the hallway, and honestly this all felt so vaguely dreamlike Steve couldn't do anything but follow, wordlessly sitting on the toilet lid where Eddie waved for him to be. The other man was knelt between his legs, wiping off his face with a wet washcloth. His touch was gentle, experienced as he wiped away the blood and set to work rubbing antibiotic onto each open cut.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" Steve whispered out, eyes focused on the barest hint of eyeliner on Eddie's eyes. The other man clearly wasn't wearing it to be pretty though. No, this was drawn on with intentional haste, and made Eddie look so fucking badass that Steve didn't know what to do about it. "I sucked in school. I was awful to you."

Eddie's hands didn't stop, brown eyes focused on Steve's lips as he wiped at the split in the lower one. He could see the breath hitch in the other man's chest though, a quick collapse of Eddie's chest before his breath restarted at a normal rhythm. "You did suck, but that doesn't mean you deserve this."

Steve didn't say anything else, couldn't really. Not when the lump in his throat grew until he was sure he would never be able to breathe again, and the tears began to spill without inhibition. And Eddie, well Eddie let him. He just kept patching him up, never saying anything, never berating him or looking disgusted by the tears. He just sat with Steve while he let it out, eyes looking to Steve's every so often as if to check he was okay.

"I think something's wrong with me." The whisper sounded so loud in the tiny bathroom, echoing around and around and smacking into Steve's chest repeatedly.

"No." It was the first time Eddie seemed bothered by anything Steve said all night, fingers gripping tightly around the corner of the counter he was holding to keep himself steady. "There's nothing wrong with you."

Steve opened his mouth to say something, but Eddie cut him off. He looked Steve right in the eyes, a kind of fire lighting up in those dark brown eyes of his. "Steve Harrington, there is nothing wrong or broken or shameful about you. So you like to wear makeup, lots of guys do."

"I've never met anyone who does."

"Because you're in Bumfuck, Indiana," Eddie continued on, never sounding more passionate than he did now. It was intense, sure, but Steve had longed for someone, anyone, to say what Eddie was now. And of course it was the guy with the painted nails he'd been enraptured by years before. "Just you wait, pretty boy, there's a whole world out there with people like us."

Like us. Like us.

"C'mon, you need some sleep. We can figure out the details in the morning."

"Wait...what?"

Eddie laughed a little, shattering the heavy moment with a burst of pure warmth. He stood up and offered a ringed hand out to help Steve up despite him not needing it. Eddie's hand was cold in his own, but it felt right there.

"Try to keep up, Harrington," he teased. "If you don't mind sharing a bed, you can stay here. Us freaks have to stick together, right?"

"I mean...your uncle won't...?"

"Nah, Wayne'll love pissin' Robert Harrington off," Eddie answered coolly, "And he's cool with...everything."

And despite Steve's skepticism, he was. Wayne Munson was pretty much the greatest support anyone could ever have. His face had flashed dangerously when Steve admitted what happened, saying the world had no place for men who hit their boys (Steve wondered only briefly why the topic seemed to pain Wayne so much). And living with Eddie Munson, well, it was great. The trailer was small and Eddie kicked in his sleep, but Eddie also smiled from the second he was awake and the no place had ever quite felt like home in the way the Munson trailer did.

And the next time Steve found the courage to sit and do his makeup, it came with bright smiles instead of that old, lingering fear.

[sweet-evie]

Ohmygod Satoru and Suguru would be the MOST INSUFFERABLE pair of teachers to ever grace Jujutsu High...and poor Shoko is going to babysit them both!

Suguru would be teaching the 2nd years. Satoru is in-charge of the 1st years. Shoko is the school doctor that doesn't take shit from her two classmates.

Rule #1: Don't mess with Shoko. She will always have 2 special-grade sorcerers watching over her.

Suguru drags Satoru to Shoko's office in the school, because SaShiSu needs their Friday night outings, and somehow, the whole school knows about this... BECAUSE THEY'RE LOUD.

SatoSugu would give Yaga an aneurysm. And the moment Shoko plays along, it's over!

Satoru and Suguru would snicker like children at faculty meetings (unless the issue is super serious ofc)

SatoSugu would 100% pit their students against each other in a sparring match because they had a bet between them about whose students are stronger.

SatoSugu would be sore losers and they would challenge each other to a sparring match that may or may not set off the alarms at Jujutsu Tech because Surugu's curses are going off the rails and Satoru is spamming Amplification Blue in the middle of the forest. Shoko is so done with their shit.

But in sister school goodwill events, SaShiSu would be the best combination of coaches and stand-by medics the kids would ever know.

Suguru would try his best to be a responsible and serious teacher that you could take seriously in the classroom, but then Satoru randomly shows up to ask for chalk, borrow an eraser, deliver sweets to Suguru's unamused students, and just disrupt Suguru's class in general.

"What about your class, Satoru?" Suguru asks, and Satoru dismisses his best friend's concerns completely, because, "My kiddos are out training... unlike yours." Satoru turns to address the crowd (just 4) of exasperated children (teenagers) and says, "Suguru's the worst, isn't he?"

The kids just leave the classroom after that because Gojo-sensei and Geto-sensei are about to fight each other again.

[pooks]

a little continuation on my previous post.

in a little "what if", Ron decided to send a letter, tell Percy what Umbridge did to Harry in detention and sent proof (a photo of Harry's craved hand)

Percy reads it once, sets down the letter slowly and then decided "nope, time to overthrow this fucking circus to ministry and throw that hag in prison"

next thing Arthur hears is that Percy decked Fudge in the face, let the newspapers print out all his sketchy affairs with proof. it's the scandal of the decade, a massive headache for the auror department, the toad got arrested for "physical abuse, torture of a minor and possession of a Dark object" and the public loudly demands that Percy takes over as minister

Arthur fears it's the Black Family Madness™

Molly is so scared that Percy is gonna get thrown into jail or worse

Bill and Charlie has One Fear™, that is Percival Ignatius Weasley

Sirius laughs at everything and finds this utterly hilarious

Fred, George and Ginny try to understand what is going on and wonders if Percy has finally lost it

Hermione is speechless for the first time

Harry is just :o

Ron doesn't know what to do, all he wanted to do was to throw some shit in Percy's face. he didn't expect him to go Big Brother Mode and fix everything again.

Percy: *sips on tea* and that was that Tuesday. wonder what I'll do next week.

Percy Weasley: overthrows sadistic teacher, corrupt politician and the whole ministry in one day.

what an icon.

[iamsuckateverythingtobehonest]

Trash Of The Mafia

Summary: mori arrange a meeting with dazai to meet his 'special student' and his soon to be mentor plus friend?

Warning: mori itself is a warning (Pedophile/Grooming/ETC)

Genre: dazai meet someone stable? Unstable. but healthy enough to give dazai a better view of the world...?? unhinged reader?? canon divergence?

Pairing: osamu dazai x male!reader

Part: 1/?

"AND THIS IS MY OFFICE-" Mori stood in the middle of the room and turned around, spreading his arms apart. A smile planted on his face as he then crossed his arm over his chest. "What do you think, Dazai?"

The boy in question, blink and point at himself. "Me?" He grown quiet and glance around for a second before coming into conclusion. "Well, it's better than mine, I guess..."

"Great...!" He nodded accepting dazai's answer. "Do you know why we are here, Dazai?"

"You mention that we gonna meeting 'precious' surbodinate of yours?" Dazai pursue his lips, "Thus that mean you want me to meet that person right?"

"As precise as ever, Dazai." He smile and turn around, looking at his office chair that is facing away to the wall. "You can come out now."

...

"Eh?" Mori blink and approach the chair, "[Nickname]?" He turn the chair around and see no one there. "[Nickname]!?" Mori started panicked looking around the room.

Lifting everything in the room in sight.

"[Name]!" He shouted, "Where are you?!"

Dazai who has been quietly watching thought, 'Is this a game?'

He nodded his head at his assumption and started walking around to search for the certain person as well. His eyes carefully look at every place.

'There is no a single trace of the person left behind, it's almost like the person never enter the room at all but...' He glance at the still frantic Mori looking around the place. 'That [Name] should be here. Right here, right now base of Mori reaction.'

Suddenly he went still from walking, his eye dilated and look up to the ceiling, "Found you."

A wide grin appear on [Name]'s face, "You found me."

He giggle excitedly and jump down from holding onto the candelier, "How exciting! Someone actually found me!" He clap his hand and put his hand on air, celebrating.

"[Nickname], here you are." Mori approach the boy hurriedly and let out a sigh, "Didn't I tell you to stay seated on the chair...? I was planning for you to have a strict appearance, you know."

[Name] stop celebrating and smiling before a pouted appear, "You are out way too long! I got bored."

"Ah, really..." He smile fondly.

"it's your fault Mr.Mori!"

"Ah, yes. You are right." He nodded to the boy word, going along. "It's my fault, sorry."

Dazai blink at the interaction happen infront of him, 'Mori being too nice right now. He even said it's his fault.' He glance at [Name].

'What's their relationship with each other?'

"Dazai," Upon hearing his name called, Dazai look back at Mori to see he one sidely hug [Name] by his side. "This is [Name] [Last Name], he will be your mentor from now on and help you get comfortable in the mafia."

"Mentor...?" Dazai uttered out, looking at [Name], " He literally look younger than me."

Mori laugh at that statement and while he do so, he stroke [Name]'s head.

Suprisingly [Name] not even mad at the word Dazai's said. "We actually the same age, Dazai!" He beamed with sparkle surrounding him as he jump up then down excitedly, "I never meet someone the same age of me, they usually 20+ or 40+ older than me!"

"How exciting!" He clapped his hand happily.

"[Name] here having a malnourished problem, that is why he look younger and smaller than what his age actually is." Mori explain once he stop laughing.

"Oh." Dazai look at the still laughing [Name], '...That is why he sound annoying, we are the same age.'

"Hello~!" He waved his hand excitedly, "Ah, Aso how's your son doing at home?!"

Dazai is quietly following behind [Name], who is walking and skipping on his step while greeting everyone in his line of sight.

"Doing great! By the way, my wife and I are excited about a twin soon!"

[Name] gasped and squealed, "Oh my god, congrats! Name them after me, will you?!"

"Of course, that's the plan!" The guy laughs happily and strokes [Name]'s head.

[Name] leans into the palm that strokes his head, humming, "I was kidding but thank you, I'm honored!"

After a bit more of chitchat, Dazai and [Name] continue their journey walking to somewhere.

"The ants marched one by one, hora hooray~"

"...." Dazai stared at [Name] continuously behind his back and did not even bother to hide it.

"My student~!" He turns his head over his shoulder to Dazai, "You should speak up instead of staring, you see, you almost make me flush, shy~!! With that stare, hehe~" He declared with a bright smile clasping his hands together.

Dazai scrunched his face in disgust.

[Name] continues acting like a shy maiden nevertheless as he sways his body side by side.

"That guy earlier."

[Name] stand straight with a smile, giving Dazai his full attention. "What about him?"

"You are absolutely an important person to the point even the physician and the port mafia boss right handman, Mori-san seems to show a lot of respect to you." Dazai started and took a step forward to [Name] who didn't give any reaction to his statement.

"Why are you being a puny dog to your subordinate? Even letting them use your name to name their child."

[Name] throws his head back and bursts out loud laughing at Dazai's words, "Oh Dazai," He wipes his tears, "You, will get in trouble saying much thing bluntly."

Even though he said that he shook his head fondly with an amused smile. "I don't have any answer to your question, I just love people. They make me happy, give me serotonin, and give me something to do when I interact with them."

He spins around and starts walking ahead again.

Dazai followed behind and spoke up again to [Name], "Because it's not boring when you have entertainment isn't it? You talk with them like you care about them, ask stories and such."

"How childish." He sneered.

"Bingo!" [Name] admits, not even trying to deny anything. "You really get me, Dazai, I like you!"

"Please don't."

[Name] giggles, "Aww, you say that but I will make you like me~" His eyes shine with an unknown glint as he says, "Anyway, any more questions?" He jumps and clap his hand.

Dazai closes his eyes and opens them back, "You, who are you?"

[Name] tilts his head and starts tapping his finger on his chin in thought, "Hm," An eerily smile curl on his lips.

"I am Doctor Mori's temporary assistant and The Port Mafia, son that soon to be the heir...!"

[firethekitty]

Ranking Every Wolfwood!!

happy wolfwood wednesday! i've ranked every wolfwood and it very quickly got out of hand and turned into more of a character analysis/meta. it was really fun and helped me better understand why i love this guy so much!

yes, really!

i hope you guys enjoy and that my autistic rambling makes sense!

1. trimax wolfwood. yeah he’s perfect. nothing else to say. god bless

while i can’t fit everything i love about him into one post, just know that i’ve written almost 30,000 words in wolfwood (and vash) character studies. so when i say “i like trimax wolfwood” that really means “i am fucking obsessed with trimax wolfwood”.

he’s the perfect mix of silly and heartbreaking, funny and serious, annoying like an older brother, deeply kind, so so painfully human; and a PERFECT foil to vash. simply phenomenal writing.

my only complaint would be that his tits are not on display like they are in the 1998 anime. but i can appreciate the subtly, so this doesn’t detract from his otherwise flawless score.

2. 98 wolfwood. omg hiiiii hehe twirling my hair ohh he’s so handsome what an absolutely beautiful design for him. his nose, his spider-esque shape, his TITS…… they even kept his little whiskers!

on top of an amazing design, he’s a very good balance of silly, irritable, playfully annoying, and serious! he fits pre-trimax wolfwood to a T!

but, as trimax progressed…

he’s cool. too cool. he has too much pull. wolfwood should NOT have swag. genuinely it is imperative to his character that he is, and i say this as lovingly as possible, a fucking loser with no friends.

wolfwood is a deeply traumatized man. he isn’t nearly as charming as we, the audience, thinks he is. no one laughs at his jokes, his insults are crude and immature, he embarrasses himself in front of literal children…

god, he is so painfully awkward. and who wouldn’t be in his situation? to have your childhood stolen and forced to grow up as a weapon? not allowed to interact casually with anyone else during the most important developmental stage of your life?

he's just not suave like tri98 wolfwood is. so, while 98 wolfwood is an excellent character, he doesn’t entirely read “wolfwood” to me. similar to how 98 vash is good on his own, but he’s just not “vash”. this is, of course, the result of making an anime out of a manga that wasn’t even 30% finished at the time. while i don’t understand the reasoning behind this, i know that nightow desperately needed the funds the anime brought in, as well as the motivation to keep making trimax, so i have to simply make peace with the dated characterizations tri98 has.

but don’t get me started on the milly situation. really a godawful writing decision, idk who approved that mess.

3. tristamp wolfwood. he is so bullyable. he’s like a sopping wet cat. absolute fucking dweeb.

i debated this for a long time—whether i should rank tristamp wolfwood above tri98 wolfwood. and i asked myself, do i love tri98 wolfwood because he’s a good character and is similar to trimax wolfwood? does he even remind me of trimax wolfwood at all? well, not really, he’s very clearly based on pre-trimax, just like tri98 vash is.

ultimately i decided i do genuinely just prefer tri98 wolfwood, but i felt the need to defend tristamp wolfwood because i see a lot of fair criticisms but also really dumb discourse throughout the fandom about him. so here’s my attempt at trying to address these:

so, there are some things i really enjoy about him and some things i really dislike; and, unlike vash, most of these criticisms are not a result of time/pacing issues. they’re easily fixable.

like, for the love of god he NEEDS to get sillier. they got the loser part down, but he’s a bit too overtly sad in tristamp. i think he will be more like his trimax self in season 2, but wolfwood’s humor is in-part a coping mechanism and important to his character. he’s an older brother! he’s fucking annoying! he thinks he's funny when he isn't! we do get a little bit of this with him and meryl, when he's tormenting her at the campfire, and that’s what i want to see more of. even if he’s playing it up, he should be working on getting their guards down, convincing them he isn't going to betray them.

since tristamp takes place in a weird prequel sort of canon, i get that he would look/act younger than he is in trimax. i think he was modeled after the teenage wolfwood we see in the flashback scenes of him training for the eye of michael, where he’s noticeably less outgoing and more reserved.

however, this doesn’t change the fact that he WAS silly as a kid in trimax, before his “teenage angst phase” (hate to call it that when it’s more like a “realizing he’s going to die by the gun and not being able to do anything about it” phase). but he’s still a lot quieter and reserved in tristamp as a kid, so i think we really need to find a good balance here in the trigun adaptations.

another example of an easily fixable issue—i really hate how they did the “vash sees how kind wolfwood is” scene, in which wolfwood gives money/snacks to children. in tristamp, wolfwood already knows the kid is zazie, which tells us absolutely nothing about his character. this scene is almost entirely worthless, only good for reminding vash that he should eat, which gives tristamp its own not-as-good hospital yuri scene.

and, so, about the elephant in the room… i don’t think he was whitewashed. let me try to explain my thought process.

tristamp, as far as i can tell, doesn’t seem to be taking any inspiration from tri98, whose wolfwood is very explicitly a brown man. trimax wolfwood i feel is a bit more ambiguous in his skin tone, which alternates between dark screentones and completely uncolored pretty much at solid 50/50 odds. just fairly inconsistent overall, even on the official manga covers.

but this doesn’t mean wolfwood is white in tristamp, and it doesn’t mean he doesn’t have his aquiline nose. the notorious scenes of him in the suns, looking white as a fucking sheet, shows us how a 3D environment can diminish a character’s silhouette and distinctive features.

compare this to scenes of wolfwood in a dim environment, or to the 2D scenes of child wolfwood and livio that i can't include bc i'm only allowed 10 pics. he looks MUCH better, much darker than vash, and as they both should appear in such lighting. it just doesn't add up—he should be much darker in strong light if they followed the same color values:

SO, even though i feel like all of this is more of a technical issue rather than malicious whitewashing, that doesn’t mean i think it’s acceptable. it looks fucking awful, and the lighting system needs major improvement to work with darker skin tones.

and, like, at the end of the day, wolfwood isn’t canonically latino, and he doesn't really have a consistent skin tone either. it’s a great headcanon, one i partially share, but it’s not canon. the only ethnicity that could technically be considered somewhat canon is japanese, as wolfwood was based off a japanese singer named tortoise matsumoto. you can see this resemblance best in early trigun!

and i really need to defend his nose!!! a lot of people say he lost his nose but he didn’t!! i promise it’s there!!! another victim of his 3D model, you can only see his nose from the side or in the 2D frame after he gets his shit wrecked. see how clearly he has a very well-defined nose when he’s hand-drawn? this is what i mean when i say a 3D environment can drastically alter a character’s important features, as much as i otherwise adore the animation for this show.

also, if you think nightow would let studio orange get away with not including his nose, you got another thing coming.

in conclusion, while i think tristamp wolfwood is a great start, he’s just not quite there yet. but i have immense faith that the next time we see him, he’ll look and act a lot more like he does in trimax!

i know this is true, because there are already some shots in tristamp where i’m just like. oh yeah. there he is. that’s wolfwood. there's the guy i love so much

...

well, that was long! this was really fun to write and i

oh jesus christ what the hell is that thing

4. badlands rumble wolfwood. ah, now here’s a great example of overt whitewashing. no lighting excuses this time, just blatant colorism.

even if he wasn’t ghostly white, there's just something about his design that makes me viscerally uncomfortable and i can’t pinpoint what it is exactly. he’s just so… angular. he has no scruff, no kitty cat mouth, his eyes are very oddly shaped, almost no eyebrows... i just really hate looking at him!

his ONLY saving grace is how mentally ill he acts in this movie. and his tits. otherwise i don’t really have much to say about him!

ok, now we’re done! and here’s a handy wolfwood chart i made to summarize everything.

really hope this was fun to read and if people liked this i'd be glad to write a vash version or other characters!! happy woowoo wednesday :)

[anghraine]

I got a comment that was like ... people are only mad about film Faramir because he doesn't act exactly the way they personally imagined him, and tbh I'm torn between being annoyed at how deeply disingenuous that argument is and slightly impressed at the sheer audacity of pinning the Faramir Controversy on difference from random people's headcanons rather than the book itself.

...then I got to thinking about how the whole time-consuming and wildly out of character handling of the temptation of the Ring is one thing, and justifiably gets a lot of attention, but Faramir allowing his soldiers to beat Gollum for information is quite comparable in my mind. They're his men! Gollum is an unarmed prisoner! I guess it's meant to show the exigencies of war or something and I'm just like ... hahaha no.

In a way it reminds me of film Aragorn just straight up killing the Mouth of Sauron in a way that seems meant to show their desperation in a badass cathartic way, and meanwhile, I'm thinking ... oh, our heroes murder ambassadors now. I feel like it's the same underlying kind of rationale, and quite far from not matching people's headcanons.

[imajinxnation]

Always One Step Ahead - Peter Hayes x Reader

REQUEST: thank you. ive always wanted to see a peter hayes x reader where she’s a dauntless born and she’s better than him and is always 1 step ahead of him in initiation, and it really pisses him off cause he likes her, and when he finally works up the courage to tell her she’s just like “yeah i know” and he’s a little embarrassed but doesn’t care cause she admits she likes him back @fay-stark33

Never realized how much I love writing fight scenes until now lmao

Sorry if this is a bit short!!

FEMALE!READER

WARNINGS: Fluff, Suggestive, Peter gets his ass beat, and Reader is a badass

"Admit it, Hayes, I'm better than you! I mean, why wouldn't I be? I am Dauntless born, after all," you smirked.

You looked down from the board, your name at number one, only to look at Peter who had a look of annoyance on his bloodied face. Eric had wanted to do an experiment, the toughest Dauntless born initiate against the strongest non-Dauntless initiate. Needless to say, it was allowed and you and Peter put each other through hell, and when you wouldn't let up, Peter lost due to exhaustion, plus a little "nudge" by you. And by "nudge" I mean knocking him out cold.

When he finally woke up in the medical centre, he was dissoriented and absolutely pissed that he had lost. And, not that he'd ever admit it, a little impressed, and slightly turned on.

He glared at you, looking you straight in the eyes. If looks could kill, there'd be a thousand knives in your body. The staring competition went on for a few more minutes before Peter got flustered by your unwavering smugness, and by how beautiful your (e/c) eyes were, especially with the amount of pride he saw in them.

"What? You can't even look a girl in her eyes, Hayes? Never took you as the shy type when it came to girls!" You laughed.

Peter's ears were burning at the thought of you thinking he was weak and shy. Getting frustrated by his reactions, the only thing on his mind was having a rematch, and one that he would win, that'd show you that he's not weak when it came to girls!

"The results can't be right, you cheated didn't you?! I want a rematch!" He demanded through clenched teeth.

You raised a brow, a bit impressed at his persistence to try and beat you, "Alright, but I'm warning you, this one might put ya in a coma," you winked.

After talking about a rematch with Eric, he was immediately down to see someones ass get beat, so there was no hesitation in letting you beat the shit outta each other again. You swaggered, confidently, over to Peter, grabbing him by the arm and dragging him to the sparring room. Eventually you let his arm go, assuming he could come the rest of the way without being dragged, but obviously not since he was just standing in the doorway, looking as if you had offended him.

"Well come on, Loud Mouth, I ain't got all fuckin' day! This was YOUR idea after all, so don't get cold feet now!" You yelled from the middle of the room.

Peter didn't wait to be told when to start the fight, he just straight up ran right at you, full force. You jerked out of the way once he got close enough and kicked him in the back of his knees, bringing him down to the ground, but before you could kick the rest of his body to the floor he swivelled around on his knees and hugged his arms around your waist and brought you down with him.

You took the chance while your lower body was trapped under him to kick his nether regions, which immediately brought his grip away from you and to his crotch. You got a quick punch or two on his face while he was crouching in pain, and quickly made a move to get behind him and kick his full body to the ground. He was in so much pain, you felt bad about it, but your pride in victory won you over, so you did what any winner would do; keep the loser on the ground by sitting on his back

"There, now you know I wasn't cheating, I'm just that good, now don't ask me to fight you again, I don't like hurting the person I like," you sighed.

"....What?" He asked.

"Oh shut up, you heard the the first time Peter, so are you gonna ask me out or not?" You snapped.

Peter twisted his head, trying to see your face, but couldn't, due to the fact you were literally sitting on his back.

"You knew this whole time that I like you?" He asked, his ears burning up in embarassment.

"Yeah, I've known for awhile now, but obviously you needed a push to ask me out. So, here it is; I like you too, so ask me out before I change my mind," you deadpanned.

"Okay, but first can you get off my fuckin' back so I can say it to your actual face and NOT the floor?"

At that, you immediately leaped off of him and sat in front of him on the cold concrete floor.

Peter cracked his neck and massaged his sore body before anything.

"So, you wanna get outta this place and get some food, or not?" He said, trying to hide his flustered state.

"Of course, Peter. But first, I think we should stop by the infirmary, cause I really did a number on you," you laughed, nervously.

He let out a small laugh too before standing up and walking with you out of the room.

[heliads]

Hello, I have a Tobias x reader request.

the reader is another trainer and badass, but in a kind but touch my family and your six feet under.

very brief request + i am tired = bullet points

masterlist

In all honesty, Dauntless is The Place for power couples

Something about the prevalence of intense violence really lends itself to romance, you know?

Needless to say, no one should be surprised that you and Four are held as the stellar examples of a perfect couple

You’re one of the toughest trainers Dauntless has, and Four is, well, Four

When the two of you started dating, people started marking their calendars for the inevitable date at which point you and Four would take over the faction entirely, it seemed inevitable

After all, who could stand against either of you?

Four is fearless, the epitome of strength whenever you look at him

You are the most dangerous person everyone’s ever seen in their lives

It’s a common initiation rite of passage for people to be remade in your class– there’s absolutely nothing they can do to avoid it

Even the initiates who come in thinking they know everything will be swiftly broken down

Four is obsessed with it

He tries to seem cool and unaffected in public, but everyone can tell that he’s hiding the strongest heart eyes of all time under that stoic gaze

Needless to say, with Four behind you there’s nothing you couldn’t do

It’s pretty much everything <3

divergent tag list: @rogueanschel, @with-inked-solace, @gods-fools-heroes, @23victoria

requested by @manyfandomsfanvergent, i hope you enjoy!

[chipper-smol]

its hard to catch what you let slip when you’re not a morning person

[popcornpieispissedoff]

A Pile Of Canon Divergent Danganronpa Headcanons:

The students absolutely did not get along when they first enrolled, they were all legit getting on each others' nerves and every other day was a shouting match.

Byakuya doesn't mind Ultimate Impostor's presence most of the time, but there have been times when he was seriously creeped out by Impostor.

After they adopted Kotoko, Hifumi collected all his loli/shotacon and invited Kotoko to help him burn it. Seeing the damage adults did to Kotoko has him rethinking his tastes in manga altogether.

If Kiyotaka catches anyone running in the halls he will drag them to that person's starting point and make them walk back to their destination.

When Gonta inevitably found out that Hiyoko liked squishing ants, he sat her in front of the biggest anthill he could find and unloaded ant facts on her. This bored the habit right out of Hiyoko.

Everyone has accidentally locked themselves out of the school at least once.

Over time, everyone noticed that Mikan was tripping over less and less. Though she attributes it to learning balance from Sakura, she subconsciously knows it's because she doesn't need the attention anymore.

Mikan wants to cure Nagito's terminal illnesses, but fears that Nagito's luck would kill him if she does so.

Mikan cares deeply for the Warriors of Hope, and is a key player in their rehabilitation.

The virtual Jabberwock Island from Danganronpa S is still there...but the students actually built it to get away from their oppressive dickhead superiors that they hate. It has the 50 day summer camp mode for all of them, or a solo mode for anyone to set a specific amount of time within the virtual world to unwind.

[Very slowly lays hand on Masaru's head as to not trigger his trauma of being slapped] This boy can fit so many cuddles and kisses.

Jataro won't just let you hug him, the little mf will let you s q u i s h him into your body with all your love and might. As long as he can still breathe he will be happy and let you hold him.

Kirumi cracks pretty easy under stress. She doesn't lash out at everyone so much as she curls up against the nearest wall and rocks herself.

Don't ask Kirumi to reenact Jackass with you, or she will absolutely overcomplicate the assignment and seriously injure herself. She does not comprehend physical comedy, much less the line where physical comedy becomes everyone around her fearing for her life.

Ryota straight up lives in the walls along with the balding Monokuma from V3. Junko and Ultimate Impostor are the only ones who know, but neither of them have been successful at getting Ryota out of his shell.

Korekiyo has been given an intervention by all the girls at Hope's Peak. It ended with eight hours of group hugging. Korekiyo is feeling better now.

Korekiyo and Kirumi have routinely fought over the air conditioning.

Masaru will bite anyone at least once, but for reasons only known to himself, he likes biting clowns the most. He will hunt down any clown that appears in his field of vision and not stop until he gets a bite.

If Gonta finds any insect traps or insecticides, he throws them down the garbage chute.

Hajime is still Izuru, but it's an open secret. His classmates love him no matter what his identity is. <3

Reserve Course students weren't so chill about Izuru, however-they wanted Jin Kirigiri's BLOOD. And the Ultimates just kinda let them do it for treating their friend as a lab rat.

One winter when the heater broke everyone slept together in the gym until it was fixed. We're talking a pile of blankets that was three feet thick.

They legit would not trade each other for the world except for Kokichi and even then Suichi would still be sad about it

Mahiru doesn't like taking pictures of Ryoma because his weirdly large eyes reflect all the light and the result always looks terrifying.

Someone kept leaving a stuffed toy clown in random places around the school...until they adopted Masaru and he promptly bit the shit out of it.

Ibuki tried playing from the rooftop once. It took 8 hours to find her, 4 hours to coax her down, and 2 hours to soothe her afterwards.

Nanokumas like to move things around when nobody's looking.

All Ultimates are prone to getting the zoomies. It ranges from Leon running around in circles to Sakura almost leveling the school.

Reserve Course students like to observe the Ultimates because Ultimates are all stupid fucking dorks and watching them accidentally stir up chaos is great entertainment.

Hope Fragments appear when a student feels their happiest. It forms within the body and gets hacked up like a hairball.

Gonta routinely has nightmares about being caught in a venus flytrap.

Fuyuhiko has become aware of Yasuhiro's debt to his family, and holds it over his head.

Peko wonders if her parents know about her becoming an Ultimate.

Junko is trying really, really hard to feign apathy towards her classmates in the name of Despair, but no one buys it.

Mukuro and Peko like to spar together, and they're pretty evenly matched.

Miu is soft (by Miu standards) towards Chihiro.

Miu becomes very anxious and needy at the mere thought of graduating from Hope's Peak and moving away from her friends.

More to come when my brain cells wake up and remind me who these people are

[skiiyoomin]

hi!! can we have an m jealousy fic with tobias eaton from divergent please <3 thank you!!

Hii, sorry for the late reply! I hope you enjoy this :))

p.s it might be a little crusty cause its been a while since I read the books BUT i still hope you enjoy it!

warnings: jealous Tobias, smut!! possessive Tobias

RULES !!

DO NOT COPY OR REPOST MY WORK PLEASE

REQUESTS: OPEN

NAVIGATION

WHO DO I WRITE FOR?

Summary: When a new Dauntless initiate gets a little too close, Tobias takes things into his own hands.

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You're mine | Tobias Eaton

His eyes continuously drifted towards your figure, a scowl etched deep onto his skin as you laughed, clutching your stomach.

Tobias loved your laugh, it was the sound that made his heart swell, the cause of his love struck smile. But those were the last things he felt at the moment, because he wasn't the reason for that laugh. Instead, it was one of the new initiates in Dauntless, a young boy with a charm that had girls and boys all over him.

While you and Tobias were in charge of training said initiates, he had seemed to take a liking towards you, often hanging around you during your training sessions, asking for advice as a way to get close to you, and more often than not, trying to lead the conversations to something more than just trainer to trainee.

Tobias was far from insecure about your relationship, but he couldn't help but feel his nerves rise each time he saw the younger boy move a tad bit too close for his liking, his dashing smile widening every time he pulled even the smallest of smiles from you.

While you weren't extremely open about your relationship, it was clear you were together. Now the boy either didn't know or didn't care. Of course, Tobias was too prideful to admit he was jealous of him, he'd rather kiss Eric than admit it out loud. However, he truly didn't need to say anything for anyone to know he was envious. The deep scowl and deadly glare were a dead give away.

But, the boy was oblivious to the sharp pair of eyes on the back of his head. He continued pushing his luck, using his smooth words to sway you. You, on the other hand, merely snorted at his attempts, finding them more entertaining than alluring. Unlike him, you weren't unaware of the eyes inspecting you, you didn't have to turn around to know it was Tobias. You knew the second the boy got too close he'd be jealous, hence the reason why you never put a stop to his flirting. Smirking to yourself, you counted down the minutes until your boyfriend would snap.

Almost as if on cue, you heard the loud stomping of boots on the hard ground of the wide room. You felt a large calloused hand snake around your waist, the tall figure of Tobias standing next to you, his glare burning into the initiate, making the boy cower in fear.

"Last time I checked flirting with my girlfriend wasn't part of the training. If I didn't know any better i'd think you're trying to get kicked out of Dauntless"

The younger stammered, fear and shock stopping his ability to speak. Finally he managed to mumble a loud sorry, scurrying away almost immediately. You watched the whole ordeal go down with an amused smile on your lips. As you looked up at him, you spoke with a teasing tone in your voice.

"Geez, you didn't have to be so harsh you know"

However, you were answered with silence as Tobias took your wrist and led you down the familiar halls of the compound. Soon enough you were in front of your shared apartment door. Swiftly, Tobias unlocked it, gently pushing you in and leading you towards your king sized bed. Without any words said, he pressed his lips to yours. As you broke from the kiss, he softly pushed you down until you were sprawled on the mattress, looking up at him with those eyes. The eyes that have him weak in the knees, the eyes that has his cock twitching in his pants.

He once again kissed you, this time with much more fervor and eagerness. Soon after, he trailed his kisses down your jaw, kissing the spots he knew had you gasping and squirming underneath him. "I'm gonna show everyone exactly who you belong to" He mumbled against your neck, before suckling the soft flesh, a purple mark appearing almost immediately.

The intensity of the moment had you both quickly removing your clothes until you were both left in nothing but your underwear. Tobias continued to leave a trail of hickeys until he reached the hem of your panties. Before you knew it, they joined the piles of clothes on the floor, leaving you completely bare underneath his lustful gaze. "So beautiful" he whispered, making a pinkish blush spread across your cheeks at the sudden praise.

Tobias lowered his boxers, his hard dick springing out, slapping his toned abdomen. He gripped your hips, lifting you up slightly until you you were aligned with his long length. Without wasting a second, he pushed into your tight hole, groaning at the feeling of your plush walls against his cock. He thrusted back in with a roughness that had you throwing your head back in pleasure. He fell into a quick and rough pace, slamming with a force that had your brain go fuzzy from the pleasure. You moaned incoherent words as he quickened his pace, your nails scratching down his back, leaving marks that were sure to be there for days. Tobias hissed in both pleasure and pain.

He lifted your legs onto his shoulders allowing him to thrust deeper until he was slamming into your g-spot. Your back arched as your jaw hung open forming a loud moan that was sure to be heard from miles away. Not long after, you felt the familiar tightness in your stomach, signaling your close release.

"F-fuck fuck Tobias, i-i'm gonna cum"

He grunted in response, feeling his own orgasm reaching its climax. With a few more sloppy thrusts, you rolled your eyes to the back of your head, a flash of white blinding your vision as you reached your high, your legs shaking involuntarily. Tobias continued slamming into you before his own release pulled him over the edge, his load of cum shooting inside your soft wall, spilling down your aching hole once he pulled out.

Pants filled the room as you both came down from.your high until you caught your breaths. He leaned down, pressing a much softer kiss in comparison to before. A few moments after, he pulled away, your lips centimeters from each other. He looked deep into your eyes before saying "You're mine, never forget that"