#i accidentally forgot to add Pierce

[randomshit657]

Community HeadCannons because I can

Abed

- This is canon but is Autistic

- When overwhelmed or having trouble speaking he’ll use the word “cool” for every answer. Like to mean yes, no, okay, etc. (once again borderline canon.)

- Has dyscalculia

- Had ARFID

- Bisexual and Agender

- Hate watches Supernatural and Greys Anatomy

- Hyper-empathic when it comes to inanimate objects

- Let’s Annie paint his nails

Jeff

- Has narcissistic personality disorder specifically covert narcissism

- Bisexaul

- Has ADHD

- Practices “Winger Speech’s” in the bathroom mirror

- Knows sign language

- Would most definitely listen to Dad Rock

- Views both Abed and Annie as younger siblings (just pretend all the Jeff/Annie stuff never happened. It always seemed weird to me)

- Makes sure he watches every movie Abed references (although he’ll deny that until the day he dies)

- Goes to Pride with Abed, Annie, and Troy (although they have to practically drag him the first time, but now he goes all in)

Troy

- Has ADHD literally no doubt in my mind

- Transmasc

- Gay and on the Asexual Spectrum

- Still believes in The Easter Bunny, The Tooth fairy, etc

- Loves stuffed animals but only has one very raggedy one from his childhood

- Religious Trauma

- Would try to do research on Autism, and Islam to try and understand Abed better but would keep getting distracted and get so frustrated he started crying. Annie would end up reading the stuff to him and helping him understand it.

- Loves the color purple

- Has always wanted a dog and is constantly bringing home strays

- Not really about him but when Troy gets Top Surgery Abed would drive him home and take care of him while he healed

- Listens to cheesy pop music

Annie

- I was going to say Audhd but what if she was misdiagnosed with ADHD as a kid but actually had Autism so that’s where the whole adderal addiction came from.

- Lesbian but with a lot of internalized homophobia

- Has always wanted a pet snake

- Has taken multiple self defense classes

- Is really into true crime

- Celebrates every year of sobriety one way or another (as she gets more comfortable with the group she invites them and they celebrate together)

- Loves heavy metal music and classical music

- Is surprisingly good at art

- Is the one who introduced Abed to Greys Anatomy

- Writes fanfic

Britta

- Transfem

- Exclusively listens to indie music

- Is secretly a Broadway nerd

- I honestly don’t have that much for her

Shirley

- Starts of as homophobic but as she gets to know everyone she starts to question whether her religion is entirely right about that point.

- She becomes a huge ally. Would wear a free mom hugs shirt to pride.

- Is the mom of the study group

- Her purse is pretty much magically whatever you need she has it in there (that includes stim toys, and noise canceling head phones for Abed and the other neurodivergents)

That’s it :))

[kasagia]

♤ Klaus Mikaelson's Masterlist ♤

~One-shots~

Making her love me

Klaus has a crush on Y/N. She avoided him at all costs. A one-night stand irrevocably changes their lives and forces Y/N to rethink her relationship with the original hybrid.

Be my Valentine

The day of lovers came like a bolt from the blue. You were planning to stay in your house, make yourself a huge pizza, and celebrate another year of being a single, self-sufficient woman. But you forgot that having the original hybrid as a lover-enemy (more like a puppy/wolf madly in love with you) comes with all sorts of surprises.

My (and your) tears ricochet

You and Klaus have a difficult relationship. For 500 years, you bond, break up, and get back together, being both your worst nightmares and your longed-for dreams. But after Lucien bites you and you die in Klaus' arms, the true feelings of your lover come out. And you're as delighted as devastated.

Together (doesn't feel right at all)

After you dump your boyfriend, Stefan Salvatore, for the big bad wolf, Klaus Mikaelson, and move to New Orleans with him, you start to realize his toxic, possessive behavior towards you. But is there still enough time to leave the devil who seduced you and go back to your normal life?

What makes her so special?

You have a gift of attracting any man to you. Everyone who meets you loves you. But the cup of bitterness is overflowing when, in front of Cami's eyes, Klaus begins to fall in love with you. And you do not remain indifferent to the courtship of your sister's handsome friend for long. The question is, can the two of you confess your true feelings to each other before jealous Cami messes things up between you and Klaus?

I'm not the only one

You and Klaus have been together for ages. You swore to each other Always and Forever. You could always rely on him, and the original hybrid trusted you with his plans. But how long can you turn a blind eye to his sudden interest in a certain Caroline Forbes? And after hearing him say the same words to her that practically started your relationship, you realize that maybe after all, you're not the only one for him.

Loved by them two

After your parents (pack leaders) arranged your marriage to Klaus (with whom you accidentally had a one-night stand earlier), you tied your fate irrevocably to the Mikaelsons. Problem? 1. You hate your husband for tricking you into this marriage. 2. His noble brother is too alluring. 3. You find out the hard way that hate, love, and lust are a very explosive mixture. Especially when you add the two Mikaelsons to it.

I wanna be yours

Over the ages, Klaus finally matures to admit that he has fallen in love with you, Katherine Pierce's sister. However, can you two be more than occasional "once in a century" one-night stands? Can he be yours, and you only his?

Cheater on the bridge

You've been sneaking around with Klaus for several months now, cheating on your boyfriend, Stefan. You feel terrible about it, but you're afraid to break up with Stefan because you don't know how he'll react to it. However, Elena finds out about your little affair. And everything goes to hell.

Everybody wants to steal my girl

Klaus (and you) have been struggling with hybrid's jealousy for 1,000 years. It doesn't help that you're stunningly beautiful and that all his enemies want to steal you from him. But Klaus will not let his wife ever leave his side—or worse, lose her feelings for him. Even if he is "slightly" insecure about himself.

~Mini-series~

Our little game

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

You and Klaus have been playing this game between yourselves since your first meeting. One day, you two would fight with each other like dogs, and the next day, you would flirt and act like people completely mad with love. But whatever was between you two, you would never lose this game and admit that you fell for him. He would only use you for your power, right? At least that's what you were telling yourself all this time.

[whiskyarts]

how many scars do you think Hugo has?

where do you think he got them from and how do you think varian would react

- Prominent one on his left eyebrow, this was a piercing he got when he was like, 15, but Donella ripped it out during an argument where Hugo got too vocal with her (Donella wasn't often violent with him, she had other ways of keeping him in line, but that doesn't mean she was above violence on occasion)

- He has a lot of little scars and cuts on his (left) hand from accidentally cutting or burning himself while working on projects, he likes these ones because they're not bad memories

- What's left of his right arm is mostly scar tissue. Having it ripped off caused a lot of tearing so some parts of the scarring go above halfway to his shoulder. It was ripped off at the elbow, but he had to make a clean cut higher than that so he could avoid infection and actually stitch it up after it happened. LOTS of scarring there.

- His chest! Hugo did his own mastectomy in his lab one night in what was almost a fit of hysteria after a long build up. It was mostly adrenaline that kept him from passing out in the process. Because he did it himself, these scars are a lot messier than you'd typically expect top surgery scars to be, really jagged, and thick. But it's still a freedom. He has mixed feelings about them.

He probably has more, but those are the prominent ones!!

Edit: forgot about the "how Varian would react" part sjsjsjs maybe I'll add more later but I gotta go get ready for work rn

[hestiashand]

Drop those team taka head cannons

omg i adore team taka altho i feel i don’t even have the most particularly interesting headcanons for them LOL a lot of them will be design headcanons bc thats what i normally think of as an artist hehee uhm.. i’ll start with suigetsu bc i love suigetsuuuuu

for suigetsu as shown in my drawing of him from today i like the thought of him dying the tips of his hair blue….. the way the anime shades his hair is far too cool to accept it’s shading and not act like those are dyed tips….

[ ID: two screenshots of suigetsu. END ID. ]

like cmonnnnn the blue tips are the coolest thing in the world. it is NOT shading TO ME ☝️☝️☝️☝️ also i didn’t draw this in my recent suigetsu bc i forgot when i was drawing it 😢😢 but i do imagine he has scabs on his lips and around his mouth often from accidentally biting his lip T.T sometimes i bite too hard and draw blood i can only imagine having sharp teeth and doing that T.T also he wears smudged eyeliner. uh this ones maybe kinda obvious but to me he doesn’t have much of a sense of boundaries and doesn’t have much shame in his body so T.T being his roommate would be a constant battle to make sure he walks around the apartment in *some* clothes. like by everything holy just *something*

this one is absolutely not based at all but it’s my brain and i can do to jūgo as i please with it ☝️☝️ and i like to imagine jūgo likes to wear accessories on his head a lot. like hair clips, hats, maybe he starts growing it out a bit more and ties parts of it up. it catches little birdies attentions more too which he enjoys and is a bonus other than it just being cute to me. to me he’s also the friend that carries around a big bag to hold everyones shit in when they get tired of carrying their own stuff. like yeah man just toss it in… it adds nothing i already have anything you could imagine in here anyways. y’know y’know. most of my jūgo headcanons are not based at all ajksjsjss i’m sorry but i also like to imagine he might pick up smth like woodworking/carving maybee knitting/crotchet (but i lean most towards wood carving) to keep himself distracted and occupied. less likely to have episodes and intrusive thoughts for him. obviously doesn’t stop everything but it helps the tiniest but plus it’s fun :) i think if he were to do carvings and stuff he’d give like a few to his friends if it was smth they specifically liked but i think he kinda likes and prefers to just leave them around, to either be lost to time or be found by someone else! i think he has lots of scars on his hands and knuckles— between the wood carving and his rampages i think his hands take quite the damage. and y’all know i like scars so i ignore any jutsu that may deter scar creation so to me he defo gets scars. except suigetsu’s jutsu actually.. i dont think suigetsu gets scars at all.

i like to imagine karin with a bunch of neat kind of earrings. anything fun/funky. also she has one industrial piercing too to me.. sasuke has two of them but karin had one before she knew sasuke did 😭😭 just a coincidence she swears she swearssss. this one would like.. technically be canon anyways in the first half but bc of all the bite marks she has n stuff her skin would be suuuper bumpy… i think she probably doesn’t like people touching her cause strangers/non team taka end up commenting on how gross it is T.T she prolly wears long sleeves as much as she can. which i rlly don’t know much about boruto but i think long sleeves in that one is canon too. i like to work with out of canon clothings so even then if i end up starting a karin fashion board it would have strictly long sleeve outfits in it. also i like to imagine her with some vocal tics. i dont imagine her with tourettes but just a small tic disorder. i think she mostly does like clicking sounds and hums… not any words or anything :) also i feel like her eyesight is just constantly getting worse and worse. i imagine she’s legally blind but still it gets worse. when she’s older like maybe her 50s or 60s she goes blind and just relies on only sensing ppls chakra to know who’s around w/o asking. i mean she heavily relies on that anyways even when she does have eyesight.. i like to just think she uses it a lot instead of straining her eyes when her prescription starts changing.

uhm and for sasuke some more team taka centred headcanons instead of just some hcs in general… i mean i’ll just state the obvious here because soooo many ppl tend to ignore this but. team taka are sasukes best friends…. not the rest of the konoha 12… so jot that one down. i feel like even when they branch off and do their own thing (again idk anything about boruto none of that is canon to me akshjshsjsjs so don’t be like “uhmm well actually 🤓🤓”) they like to keep in contact. even if not often they’ll send messages. i like to think if they’re aware they’re gonna end up being somewhere near-ish the others they’ll all go out of their way to pay a visit. uh also i DONT think this actually happened like it’s not a headcanon of mine but i do think the thought of suigetsu being sasukes first (very short term) bf is a funny thought…. it does not last tho cause anytime they’re tryna talk about sweet things and their thoughts sasuke just talks about naruto T.T again i dont actually headcanon that happening but it is a funny thought to me… uhm also i don’t particularly think there’s a moment in which this would end up happening but i do think that out of all of team taka sasuke trusts jūgo the most to just… have a personal conversation with. like he doesn’t go out of his way to ever talk about personal shit with him, but i think if a situation were to come up in which he had to/felt like he needed to i think jūgo would be the one he’d go to c:

most importantly no matter how much they do argue with each other team taka does all love eachother.. and they certainly stay friends for life. even if they don’t talk much i think they will all always consider them a group of friends that they can just send messages to without the thought of it being strange after it being so long. it doesn’t even have to be some kind of important message either. just a little random message whenever they think of it.

[straighttxhell]

Get to know me! 💋

So,, @the-type-a tagged me in this like 8 months ago and never got a chance to do it cause tumblr kept deleting the draft but I am procrastinating doing my final project to graduate college so here goes nothing

Thanks for the tag and feel free to do it again cause lmao it's been a whike

🖌 - Do you have/want any tattoos?

No I wanna get a spider gwen tattoo but I dont have a ton of money rn

💚 - What’s your favourite colour?

Pastel pink 🩷

🍕 - What’s the last thing you ate?

Spinach Pasta

🕰 - What time is it where you are rn?

11:27 pm (when i started, its 11:50 now)

🌟 - What is your zodiac sign?

Sagittarius sun, Taurus moon, and Aquarius rising.

I also have Venus and Mars in Scorpio so that pretty much sums up why I'm insane.

🌍 - What is your favourite accent?

I really enjoy cockney accents, Daniel Kaluuya's in particular. Maybe it's just his voice.

⚡️ - Do you have any scars?

Yes, I accidentally stabbed my thigh, also accidentally cut it with a blade, and my legs are covered in permanent bruises from when I danced.

🌺 - What’s your MBTI type?

Every time I do it I get smth different, so either INTP or ISFP??

🥀 - Favourite animated movie?

SPIDER-VERSE!!!!!! MY ENTIRE LIFE

I CHOSE MY CAREER BC OF IT

📺 - Favourite show?

The Office probably, or Community, I really like sitcoms

😂 - Are you ticklish?

Isn't everyone??

💍 - Do you ever want to get married?

Yes, I am one of those ppl that want to meet like their one true love and get married and spend our entire lives together

😳 - Do you like your name?

It triggers me a little so I don't like to be called by it but I like the name by itself a lot

💙 - What colour is your bedroom?

Like a beige green, I hate it but it came like that and am too lazy to paint it

🤓 - How did you get your name?

My mom liked it thats it lol

🎓 - When did/do you graduate?

This month hopefully, my ceremony isn't until January tho

🍄 - Do you have/want any piercings?

Yeah I have the normal ones, two in my left ear and one in my right ear so I can freely forget to wear earrings Id add a pick but I dont want to

👀 - What colour are your eyes?

Veeeery dark brown

👱🏻‍♀️ - What is your go to hairstyle?

A messy bun, I like having it down although it's mostly hot here so that's not possible, and sometimes I do have to put it in a bun cause my hair is really really thin and straight so it tangles incredibly easy and it takes me a good 5 minutes to brush it and I tend to be in such a hurry every morning I simply can't afford to do that

🥂 - Have you ever drank underage?

Yes I didn't know tho lol I was 14 and drinking funny tasting grape juice at sleepovers, my friends thought I knew lol uhmm but yeah after that I stopped until I was 18 and back from quarantine

🍾 - Have you ever gotten drunk?

Don't take me as a role model please, but yes and I love getting drunk, I've never blacked out but I do remember every now and then funny memories like huh I forgot I did that 🥰 Also I've only once drank so much I puked it all up next morning

😱 - What’s your biggest fear?

Roaches?? Not trying to get too deep

🥵 - Would you rather be too hot or too cold?

Hot. I hate not being able to move bc of cold, my body aches so bad when its cold.

🌦 - What’s your favourite weather?

Cloudy, rainy and not cold, like eventually the sun comes out yknow

🍂 - What’s your favourite season?

Fall

🐷 - What’s your favourite animal?

Catssss

🐶 - Do you have any pets?

2 cats!! And my sister has 2 dogs but they're also kinda mine ig

😴 - What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?

No idea, I am way too sleep deprived to notice at the end

🎨 - Any hobbies?

Drawing, painting, video editing and designing, anything creative

🛩 - If travelling was free, where’s the first place you’d go?

New York 😭😭😭 if i had a visa also Id love to stay at the plaza hotel

🎇 - What’s your most searched thing on Google?

Probably Taylor Swift?? or the Spice Chalk Stretch Naked Wokfe boots

📱 - Favourite app on your phone?

PINTEREST, a girl without pinterest is an angel without wings..

🤠 - Are you more of a city person or a country person?

City by far, I've spent all my life in the city and wouldn't stand not having everything I have here

Tagging: @spnyuri @queer-cosette and idk who is still active here but whoever wants to do it

[wetbloodworm]

my three self-insert-adjacent kids! love the symmetrical ruler. charlie’s eyes are so fucking big here, this was supposed to be a little stylized/exaggerated and they DO have big eyes but my god. it’s too late i’m not going back and fixing them

anyway, talking about them all under the cut

i haven't talked about them HERE yet is the thing so here we fucking go. i think this first post will primarily be origins plus design talk, and i'll reblog this another time with personality discussion.

so as we know, charlie started off purely as my avatar to use in video games, when i wanted to play a game the way I'D make decisions without actually playing myself. so like first runs for new games before i get into 'okay now i understand this universe and want to make an OC that actually fits' territory or 'okay now i want to play this other OC in this universe' territory. my first design for them was this doll maker thing below from 2018!

i don't know where their heterochromia went and i'm a bit too attached to the blue eyes now but i've been considering bringing it back. it's a fun design. but, again, going back to their original purpose as VG Kid, not every character creator is going to let me give them different colored eyes, so that's challenging. HOWEVER... i did venture away from that somewhat. charlie has grown into their own thing outside of a simple stand-in for myself. a lot of their growth started with playing them in outer worlds and cyberpunk, as i started developing them for AUs for those worlds. nowadays i do still see charlie as kind of a self-insert, but more than anything they're just a kid of mine.

here's some older art of them!

drawn in 2019, these are the first saved drawings i have of charlie. the intention behind these was that i wanted to make some comics about experiences i've had without just drawing myself, and charlie made sense to do for that. i never ended up actually trying out that project but! charlie got their start here. the three-dot freckles were there from the start. despite the monochrome palette here, they were intended to have brown hair like i do, which is why charlie's hair is naturally brown and they just bleach it. REALLY weird seeing them with tits tbh but again, they were just a stand-in here, and i had tits at the time, though in the first one they're wearing a binder.

drawn in 2020, getting a bit closer to their current design. once i added color i immediately forgot the heterochromia in favor of the bright blue eyes. their outfit is supposed to be reminiscent of a sunflower here but i like that i'm associating them with yellow this early on.

feb 2021, basically charlie's current design here! plus sunny, their crimesona in gta au. i got rid of the ombre tips and visible roots pretty quick for simplicity's sake. the arrangement of their ear piercings changes all the time because i constantly forget if it's two up top or two on the bottom, but the piercings aren't Critical to their design imo.

moving onto parker and the first time i drew them

march 2021, drawn as a companion piece to a cyberpunk charlie headshot i did. i can't exactly pin down when/why i made them, though their creation came shortly before my second run of cyberpunk and i found comments i made about them accidentally being 2P charlie. so since that's an early idea i had that i ran with, that's bascially their start. it's fine. anyway yeah parker is 2P charlie, meaning i used charlie as a base of reference and went the 'opposite' in a lot of traits. they were also intended early on as being a possible video game second run kid, like i did with them in cyberpunk.

their design hasn't changed too much from the start. short black hair, deeper/darker blue eyes than charlie, same eye bags that charlie had gotten by that point. resting sad face.

they got lip and eyebrow piercings here, though that's also something i forget to add sometimes.

see, forgot the piercings here, though this is hunger games AU so i can argue that they'd be less likely to get them at that age/in that situation? anyway. the strands of hair around their ears turned into those little tufts at some point.

finally, rhys!

rhys went through some design changes, which we'll get into. they were intended as a 3P charlie from the start, which has... more nebulous rules than a 2P kid, in my mind. basically rhys is still a self-insert, but while charlie became more idealized, rhys is more... average? rhys is just a dude. charlie's very much a protag, while rhys is intended to be closer to a normal person. as well as having more of a balance of my positive and negative traits, where charlie gets mostly positive and parker get a lot of negative. i also made rhys to smooch the daycare attendant in fnaf security breach so there's that bit of lore.

ANYWAY design! moving away from blue eyes to gray, since mine have been described as both. rhys was also more masc-presenting to start, and had been further along their T journey.

emphasized the little bit of hair at the top more, still keeping the facial hair at this point but getting a feel for their style. which IS similar to charlie's, but less likely to show skin. rhys is also more likely to be seen in regular-ass clothes with a few wild outfits thrown in. i consider charlie a fashion kid where rhys just has a couple Fun Looks, y'know?

decided i didn't like the short hair so started trying out longer hair. they also got the hair tufts by the ears here. can't get away from drawing hair tufts, they're just FUN DESIGN

and got rid of the facial hair here. it was partly because it wasn't fitting in this particular drawing for me, and also because i decided i wanted rhys to more follow my transition journey rather than be ahead of it. i'll experiment with them more as things go along for me.

that's all that i had to comment on re: design, again i'll reblog this sometime with personality discussion

[pokemoneverlastingorchard]

Download 6/18/22

Download

Replaceable graphics folder

I guess there’s a new update for Stardew Valley or something because I’ve been seeing a lot of people playing it again lately. I watched some videos and decided to add some things that I’ve forgotten about to this game.

I played through the game right before starting this game but right away I was like “I can’t do that with Essentials. Or that. Or any of this. I could do this but there’s no point because it’s a Pokemon game. (Like the crab cage.) I can do farming but only within Pokemon Essential’s restrictions...” But there are some things that I can still do- and did.

Maybe I’ll talk about the differences between the games, what ideas I can copy from Harvest Moon or Stardew, what ideas I can’t, and what ideas I can but it wouldn’t make any sense at some point.

Glitch and oversight fixes:

-I forgot to actually make you go to the doctor’s office after you run out of HP. Wow. That should be fixed now.

-I accidentally made it so if you plant a Passho berry in plot #4 it will actually be planted in plot #5. This has been fixed.

+I uh... Forgot to lock the skin color of your baby when I was working on it so I did that. (It will have your skin color.)

Story:

+I brought the ability to get married to two people at the same time back. (For now.) There were three main reasons why I thought that I’d have to skip this.

1. I was worried about how I’d arrange everybody to be married. This was stupid because I made Alderic for precisely this problem. I didn’t really think about who he’d go with if Umeko and Jayce got together and the player got married to two people who were going to be together anyway and then I was like “Wait. Polyamory. Duh.”

2. For the third big build I plan on having a “time skip” triggered by your second baby. This would mean that everybody else gets married and have children. This would also mean that I’d have to arrange everybody to live in different houses depending on who they marry. (Plus add two characters.) I tried to do this anyway and it turns out that this was not nearly as complicated as I thought it would be.

Because RPG Maker XP is old though I will have to place the switches in more than one area which could make the game bigger, but it’s either that or have god knows what kind of glitches happen. (This is the only RPG Maker I can use for Pokemon Essentials. Thankfully it was only $2.50 on either a summer or winter sale.)

3. I was worried about the number of combinations I’d have to do with the other children. I even made a whole chart out of them. Then I realized that 1. they’d just marry Pierce, Alderic or who their main interest is, eliminating probably 70% of the combinations. And 2. The children having traits from both parents should actually be a low priority that I can change at any time.

Thankfully I knew that I’d be doing this eventually and didn’t delete what’s needed. And I’m not deleting the reverse in case I realized another problem with two spouses later.

Features:

-You can now mine in the Augusta cave... Kind of. The mini game won't pop up, but if you have a pickaxe you can break rocks and get a chance at getting something. You can read more about it here.

-Murkrow can now steal your crops. There’s only three plots they’ll steal from so far but I’ll probably add more later and not say anything. (So when you think you figured it out, a Murkrow steals from a plot that you weren’t expecting!) There’s a 1/100 chance that you’ll get a cutscene with one, but there are two ways you can keep them away.

1. You can now buy a “Cacturne doll” at Ceres Aggiornamenti. The doll will make it a 1/200 chance.

2. You can leave a Pokemon there and have it scare away Murkrows permanently. I’m not going to tell you what that Pokemon is, but the guy who sells you the doll will give you a hint. I’ll also give you a hint that he won’t- you can catch one pretty early on. This Pokemon can also give you seeds and money sometimes.

If you happen to have the Pokemon at the front of your party but you already have the doll up, talking to the doll will give you the option to switch them out.  They’ll be in the winter map too. (Even though there’s no crops to guard.) You can place them in between the plots.

Graphics:

-I dunno why but the floor and walls of your house always bothered me, so I lowered the saturation of the floors slightly and I changed the walls for the part of the house that you can decorate in and your bedroom to match the “second” and “third” bedroom walls. (There’s no flat wall graphics for those walls which is why I had to use something different.) The original tilesets will be in the “replaceable” folder.

I also changed the doors. I didn’t recolor them or anything. I just used what was available to make them match the look of the new walls better. 

-I forgot to give a bunch of items graphics. It’s not a big deal- nothing will happen- but still. I replaced those blank spots with a “?” graphic. I’ll replace them with the appropriate graphics sometime later. I just have the placeholders so I can actually remember that they’re there.

Misc:

-I made sure the walls casts a shadow in your house. I was wondering why they looked weird.

-I got rid of all (or at least most) of the “bugs” in the winter maps. (The lights that will walk around at night.)

-I scooted Alderic closer when he’s watching Umeko and Jayce in town.

-I made some of the maps slightly smaller. This probably won’t have a huge effect on the size of the game though.

+I’m requiring the player to buy at least one crib before they can get married. It’s either this or I’m stuck doing a ton of math, which I refuse to do for a fan game. (The second crib will be given to you if you don’t buy it first.)

[mek-writes]

A story: Good morning little bird

The birds are chirping much louder than they usually do. Something not too odd to hear on a warm spring morning.

I jolt at the sudden taste of bitterness burning the inside of my mouth and I realize that I forgot to add the sugar and milk again. As I wipe the spilled drink with a fresh paper towel a growing concern boils deep within my gut. This nervousness eventually becomes too much to bear and charged across the kitchen to the back door to investigate the busy chatter of mother nature.

A moment of silence. The breeze massages a pile of dust by the newly planted flowers and a leaf falls from the high ranks of the apple tree into an almost overflowing bird bath. Momentarily mesmerized by the glistening ripple created by its impact.

Again the cries for help pierce the air and I make my way to the other side of the apple tree. Too entranced to fuss about dirtying my new slippers.

For the second time this morning, I jolt with surprise as I lay my eyes on the sight of a tiny little chick hopping and flapping in circles at the base of the tree. A mystery solved.

I make an effort of a greeting with "Good morning little bird," but it seems that despite its head raised high and my towering figure, my presents go unnoticed.

Mother bird is also chirping frantically trying to keep her three other little ones at bay as they receive their morning meal. 'Should I help them? What if I nock the nest down accidentally? The coffee is surely cold by now and I'm sure I was just making toast.' I shake the thought of my own breakfast from my mind and dawn on a new determined attitude.

I squat down and take a deep breath. I begin to float my hands over to the little chick and as it finally acknowledges me and tries to waddle away I suddenly recoil in a new thought. I begin a new attempt but this time I remove my right slipper and offer it to the chick instead. At first, it was quite uncertain. Not scared but also not moving. "Come one, please. Come on. Come on." Either it understood my attempts at words of encouragement or I was just lucky but regardless the day was saved. I do my best to make the travel experience soft and gentle. With my arms stretched to maximum capacity and my view blocked by the branches and leaves, I delicately tilted the slipper and hope the chick softly rolls into the nest and is reunited with its family. A new uproar of chirping is ignited and then I knew that peace has been restored.

As I stand there appreciating my great accomplishment, soaking in the warmth of the sun and the sound of relief, this joyful moment is interrupted by the growl of my empty stomach. A different cry for help from my digestive system. My next mission on the agenda.

[laurwantschaos]

Hellooo, can i ask for you to make a Muichiro Tokitou modern au headcanons? I just really want to see fluff T0T.. thankss

Oh my god I had such a bad brain fog with writing this one. He would be more in early high school for these headcannons and about sixteen. I really hope that you like these and don't mind that this is late! Enjoy! <3

Warning: Slight spoiler for Muichiro!! Proceed with caution anime only watchers!

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Muichiro Tokitou Modern Headcannons!

The homie absolutely has no sense of style. Chooses to always wear baggy clothes that almost never match.

He has his left ear pierced and his twin brother has his right one.

He is not allowed to drive at all. Last time that he did, he forgot that he was behind the wheel. (Some people do zone out behind the wheel)

He is a straight A and B student and one of the quietest. Tends to get rude with people that try to approach him.

His nails are always painted really badly. They are not painted well in the slightest.

I feel like he pulls his hair up in a bun, ponytail, or pigtails when it gets on his nerves.

Lowkey keeps a fidget toy in his pocket for thinking purposes. It helps him think.

Man sucks horrendously at cooking. Don't even allow him near the kitchen, even to cook ramen noodles. I feel like he would forget to add water and smoke the kitchen out. (Would lose microwave privileges.)

Him and his brother are pretty popular with girls and Muichiro is literally clueless or simply ignores it.

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In a relationship ((This is fluffy and was unplanned. You get a bonus thingy))

Muichiro takes the most time in making sure that he memorized your name. From writing it down on his hand, to accidentally putting it on classwork.

When making plans for dates, he sometimes accidentally forgets to go to them. Immediately feels bad when he gets a message from you, wondering where he is.

Sometimes if you ask, he will let you paint his nails or clean up his horrible work.

If this guy spots something shiny and cheap, it is bought and already being taken to you. No matter if you like jewelry or not, he forces you to take his shiny presents.

If you are struggling with school, he will sit with you in silence while you do your school work.

His ideal date is cloud or star gazing.

If you date him for a long time, he will be more verbally affectionate. In the beginning, he expresses affection through gift giving and m a y b e hand-holding.

[adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy]

just imagining all harrys and y/ns standing in line face to face while the y/ns shake stuff, show something, or whatever they did to find their boyfriend or friend

and then, one of them accidentally took the wrong harry and the harry just like 🤨you chose me wrong motha🤨

I forgot to add the post link drea 😭 here you go :)

I feel like the one that might end up making a mistake would be bb and she’d confuse demonrry with vampy because they’re so alike that it can be super tricky to tell them apart without any physical cues (piercings, scars, etc).

Like she’d lean in close to his face and eye him carefully and he’d just give her a bright smile full of fake innocence and she’d hesitantly go, “I think this one’s mine.”

His face would break into an expression of exaggerated disappointment at he sucks at his teeth, shaking his head lightly as he tuts at her in smug amusement. “Ooh, that’s gonna leave a scar.” He reaches up and hooks his index finger along the collar of his shirt, pulling it down to reveal the jagged claw marks scattered across his broad chest. “Pun intended.”

And then vampy’s voice pipes up from down the line, bristling with unhinged rage. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

[mizunetzu]

can you do iwa chan with a male lover and how they’re always roughhousing and the one time reader gets hurt, iwachan gets so guilty 🥺

Ahhhh-sorry for not doing the Sakusa request (I can post the draft if you’d like) , I don’t know his character very well because I’ve watched and rewatched the 3 seasons multiple times and I’ve only seen s4 once !!

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Iwaizumi x reader - broken pride

⚠️ warnings - ME MISSPELLING “IWAIZUMI” THE WHOLE FUCKING FIC AHAHAH I FORGOT THE “I” mentions of breaking a bone..?

Pronouns - male, he/him

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“Iwa-Chan, (n/n)-Chan, you’re gonna break the floorboards!”

Ignoring Oikawas pleads, Iwazumi shoved at (y/n) to receive a ball hurling at the both of them. (Y/n) kicked at Iwazumis shins and dived for the ball. His body slammed against the floor as the ball struck into his outstretched arm, flying back to the direction it came from. (Y/n) let out a guttural laugh, raising his middle finger up to the mad, but smiling, Iwazumi above him.

“Take that, stupid Iwazumi! Fuck you!”

“Fuck you too!”

Iwazumi extended a hand to (y/n) bringing him up to a hug and patting his back, after pulling him up. Iwazumi and (y/n) were, surprisingly, best friends.

“Jeez (y/n)-that’s gotta bruise,” Iwazumi chuckled, breaking the hug to examine his side. (Y/n) swatted at his hands, chuckling aswell and stretching.

“Ah-who cares? It’s just a bruise, it’s not like I won’t be able to play anymore.” (Y/n) rubbed his neck, down casting his eyes a bit. “Cause I’m gonna be the one to bring you all to nationals.”

“Yeah, if you left I’d kill you.”

(Y/n) gasped, feigning a hand up to his forehead. “Iwazumi! How rude! Plotting to murder a poor, innocent libero!” (Y/n) turned his head away dramatically. Iwazumi let out another hearty laugh and punched (y/n) in the shoulder.

“Jeez iwa-Chan, (n/n)-Chan, we have the spring inter high coming up, don’t break eachother!”

The two sent a glare and a smirk over to Oikawa, who just stuck out his tongue and went to set to someone else.

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“Alright! We’re gonna play a little match, so form two teams for me!” Coach Irihata boomed from the side of the court, making several players stop and scramble to pick up the volleyballs they’ve been using for individual practice. Players sifted left and right, teaming up with people they got along better with. (Y/n) caught sight of his best bro Iwa-chan, and jabbed him in the ass.

“OI!” Iwazumi let out a yelp and covered his abused cheeks whilst turning to face the libero. (Y/n) smirked at Iwazumi.

“Oi.”

“Jesus...so which team do you wanna joi-“

“Actually, why don’t we play against eachother?”

Iwazumi blinked. Darn. He kind of wanted to play on (y/n’s) si-

“So I can beat your ass to the ground with a volleyball.” (Y/n) balled up his fist and dug it into Iwazumis shoulder blade.

Oh, it’s on bitch.

“We’ll see, (y/n). Your going down, idiot.” Iwazumi smiled irritably and clutched the arm balled into his shoulder. The two walked away to the opposite sides of the court, Iwazumi joining Oikawas side while (y/n) joined the other. They each held a competitive glare, staring eachother down from opposite sides of the net.

Coach Irihara sounded the startup whistle, looking at each of the players. Iwazumi would be lying if he said he wasn’t feeling strangely hyper and competitive right now. He watched the ball fly over his head, eagerly waiting for the ball to return to his side.

The ball once again flew over his head, this time in his direction. He made eye contact with oikawa, and all too fast, he giddily jumped up and slammed the ball as hard as he can, in (y/n’s) direction.

Damn, he thought. That spike could rival that stupid number 10 at karasuno.

The ball zipped over in (y/n’s) direction, giving him little to no time to react. (Y/n) made the mistake of crouching down, hand outstretched against his kneecap, and bracing for impact. The ball plowed straight into his wrist, the remanence of Iwazumi’s powerful spike curving, and hitting his arm where it hung off his knee.

A loud cracking noise, followed by a piercing scream echoed across the gym. Each and every player fell silent, only gawking at the boy writhing in pain on the floor, clutching a mishapen wrist in his free hand while the ball tumbled away from him pitifully.

His wrist would’ve stood a chance if his knee wasn’t in the way, if the ball would’ve landed flatly against his arm, but given the power of the spike and so little reaction time, (y/n) was actually pretty lucky to even touch the ball in the first place.

It was like propping a frail wooden stick up against a rock, only to snap nimbly in half by stomping on it.

Iwazumi’s traumatic expression only deepened when he finally caught sight of (y/n’s) swelled up, deformed hand being swarmed by concerned teammates and a coach who was rubbing his back soothingly. His legs were rooted to the wooden floorboards, as he stared guiltily at his doing.

Iwazumi staggered slowly towards the body laying on the wooden floorboards, until he was ushered away by Kindaichi and Oikawa.

“He needs to get to a hospital, coach is calling his mom. Its best if you don’t...” Oikawa patting Iwazumi on the shoulder, contrasting his usual upbeat stupid attitude.

It wasn’t his fault, right?

It’s not, right...?

Right?

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The rest of the day flew by for everyone.

(Y/n’s) mother came and drove him to the hospital, where he got his wrist fixed. Since he needs time to heal, he wasn’t permitted to playing volleyball for a few months, or even applying any extreme pressure on it at all.

Meaning, he couldn’t participate in the spring inter high games.

(Y/n) seemed like he was in a daze most of the time, like he wasn’t really present when the teacher called his name, or when Iwazumi asked to hangout. A shell of the former glory he held in his broken wrist. (Y/n), for once in all 16 years of his life, was silent. And all that silence and guilt was eating Iwazumi alive.

(Y/n) was the most excited for the inter high games more than anyone. It made sense that he’d be at least a tad bit creastfallen, but it was even making the whole team depressed.

Another school day ended in seconds. Everyone packed up their stuff, conversing with their friends or just shuffling out of the classroom. (Y/n) numbly stood up, tentatively shoving books and papers into his bag with his good hand. Iwazumi watched him pitifully drag himself through the doors of the classroom.

Enough was enough, the wing spiker decided. He was tired of seeing him act so depressed. Or maybe that’s just what he told himself, to convince him, and the ugly guilt bubbling up inside the pit in his stomach, that it wasn’t his fault.

Because it wasn’t...

Iwazumi gently placed a hand on the liberos shoulder, more gentle than he’d been with (y/n) than they usually would greet eachother. It felt like ages than they last talked. It felt refreshing in a way.

“Hey.” No answer.

“Do you...do you want to come watch practice today...?” More silence.

(Y/n) stared at Iwazumi with cold, dead, unmotivated eyes. He bore a icy-hot gaze into Iwazumis face, while he tried so desperately to avoid his pitiful expression. The remaining sparks of the old (y/n) died in his cold eyes, while (y/n) shrugged his shoulder out from under Iwazumis hand. Wordlessly, he walked away, leaving the ace in the dust.

That hurt more than any other bruise or accidental cut they’ve ever given eachother, more than a cuss word thrown half heartedly at the other. Before he knew what was happening, he found himself bolting down the hallways, knocking past people, and sprinting to (y/n’s) house with no clear goal in front of him. He knocked on (y/n’s) house door. About 5 knocks later, a woman opened the door and greeted Iwazumi with a smile.

“Oh! Hello, Iwazumi! Is (y/n) with you?”

“Actually I-I was wondering if he was home-I need to talk to him.” And say what? Think these things though, Hajime. Damn. Iwazumi bit his lip.

(Y/n’s) mother cocked her head to the side. “No...he hasn’t come home yet. You can wait in his room for him if you’d like-“

“Thank you, Mrs (L/n)!” The boy flew past her, racing up the stairs. He stopped to a jog and eventually to a calm walk as he pushed open (y/n’s) door.

The room was always messy, but this just takes the cake. Papers and food wrappers littered the ground, the closet door hung open as clothes topped out of it, mixing itself into the mess called the ground, and his bed looked like a lazy excuse of a few sheets and pillows.

Iwazumi gulped. He normally would’ve laughed, or berated his friend for not cleaning his room, but he just felt a sense of guilt hit him like a spike to the wri-

The least he could do was clean up a bit. If (y/n) yelled at him for intruding, that was fine by him. It would just add on to the trouble he’d face for skipping practice today aswell.

Iwazumi picked up a trash bin and started swooping up pieces of trash.

It’s a process, Iwazumi. Do it for him.

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“I’m home, mom.”

(Y/n) kicked off his shoes as carefully shook off his bag. (Y/n) caught sight of his mom in the kitchen, smiling and making her way towards the boy. She kissed him on the forehead, making him gag, and patted him on the head.

“How’s your wrist doing, dear?”

“It’s fine. It wasn’t hurting today.”

She clasped her hands together. “Oh that’s right! Your friend Iwazumi stopped by, I let him in-he’s in your room I believe.”

(Y/n’s) eyes widened. “Mom! Why would you do tha-“

“Honey, you need to talk to someone! I’m tired of seeing you so quiet and still! Where’s the rowdy volleyball player I know and love?”

They looked at eachother with a silent exchange. (Y/n) sighed and pressed his lips into a fine line. “One hour.”

“One hours all I need, dear.”

(Y/n) reluctantly trudged up the stairs, picking at the cast encasing his arm. The moment he swung his bedroom door open, he walked straight into the sight of a clean room, while Iwazumi folded his blanket. He whipped his head towards the door and dropped the blanket.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

No other words were spoken. You could hear a pin drop.

“...if your gonna say something, say it now, please.”

Iwazumi shifted his gaze away, uncomfortably. He never really had to deal with any other feeling than “fuck you, I spike harder” or “Get your ass over here, Oikawa”

(Y/n) quietly took a seat on his bed, not breaking contact with the person beside him.

“You’re...really bad at feelings aren’t you?”

“S-shut up! Shithead!” Iwazumi fumed, before covering his mouth. “I’m...im sorry I just-“

“God, I missed that. Makes me feel less ‘crippled’, yknow?” (Y/n) ran a finger across his dirty white cast. “Everyone was treating me like I was about to break, like-I’m sick of it! Insult me! Fuck me up! I’ll fuck you up too! Just because I broke my wrist doesn’t mean I’m some princess who needs saving, dude.”

Iwazumi met (y/n’s) eyes. For the first time in weeks, he saw the boy smiling, the same competitive, hardass glare he knew and loved. Seeing that calmed down his senses a bit.

“Jeez, if you had just told me that I would’ve broken your other wrist as well, fuckass”

“Hey hey, your supposed to be nice to me I’m hurting,” (y/n) chuckled, the sensation foreign on his lips.

The warm feeling of familiarity flooded the room as the two talked and joked around. It was the same, old (y/n) Iwazumi has known, but somehow it felt,..different. Like he was seeing his friend in a new light for the first time. Maybe it was because he hadn’t seen that smile he loved so much in was felt like centuries, or maybe it was something else.

Iwazumis eyes widened ever so slightly. “Ah-I should probably say...sorry...(y/n)..” Iwazumi said, finally addressing the elephant in the room. (Y/n) stopped laughing, and cocked his head to the side.

“What for...?”

“I’m the reason you can’t play anymore. Everyone knows not to aim for the libero, yet i did because I was stupid and I wanted to-“

“It’s fine, Hajime.” The boy looked at his friend. They almost never used first names unless it was something serious. He set his bandaged up wrist onto Iwazumi’s shoulder ever-so gently. “I don’t blame you. Even though you are pretty stupid. Even if I won’t be playing...ill still have fun cheering you on at the spring inter high games, I guess.”

The weird feeling from before resurfaced itself in the wing spiker. His heart began pumping faster and faster and he started to sweat a little. This feeling made him nervous, but in a good way? He didn’t know himself.

“...Iwazumi?” He didn’t realize he was staring at him before he started waving his cast in front of his face. Immediately he flushed up and took a step back.

“Are you...flustered? Oh my god were you thinking about boobs or something? Ahaha!” (Y/n) began teasing the boy infront of him, but it all went in one ear and out the other. Iwazumi couldn’t help but look at (y/n) with a certain fondness he’d never felt before.

Slowly, but surely, he would ascertain his feelings about the boy, but for now, he was content with being beside his best friend for just a little while longer.

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@kenmas-consoles

[dionnaea]

Could you possibly write Mikasa x fem reader? I absolutely love that women. Also just wanted to add that your writing is amazing <3

Only Fools Fall in Love | Mikasa x Reader

pairing: mikasa ackerman x reader

warnings: hanahaki disease, angst, character death

wc: 1.9k

a/n: this turned very sad. i am sorry. (and thank you!!)

flower key: columbine: foolishness; arborvitae: unchanging friendship; heliotrope: eternal love, devotion; pink camellia: longing; carnation: women, love; yellow hyacinth: jealousy

attack on titan masterlist | general masterlist

You didn’t know how it had come to this. How a small crush had turned into an infatuation had turned into love. How you had managed to get yourself into this ongoing situation, and how you were ever going to get yourself out of it. 

But now, trapped between the forest floor and a beautiful woman, you weren’t concerned about any of that. All you had on your mind was the sensation of Mikasa’s soft lips on yours and the desire to touch her further. 

You had already been out here for at least thirty minutes, and it was well past midnight at this point, but you didn’t care. So when Mikasa began to pull away, you placed a hand in her hair and tried to bring her right back in. To both your disappointment and expectation, Mikasa sat up anyways, her thighs trapping your own between them. It wasn’t surprising that she was the one to end things. She always was. 

“I…” She looked away, not willing to face the emotion in your eyes. “I can’t do this anymore.” Words escaped you, and you simply stared until she spoke again, shattering your heart with one short sentence. “It’s over.”

You were silent, knowing that this had been coming for quite some time. You had expected it, even wondered if it would happen tonight, but that didn’t keep the pain from hurting any less. You didn’t want to, God, you didn’t want to, but you forced yourself to accept that this was the end as she reached a hand down to help you up. You did your best to ignore the way her hand felt in yours, the way her warmth seeped into you and blocked out the chill of the night air. As she began to walk towards base, you stayed frozen, dreading what was about to happen. 

Mikasa glanced back for a moment, but seeing your face, she turned her head quickly and continued down the path. You knew she knew. She was well aware you had the disease, and she knew she was the cause of it. So why did she keep coming back? But then again, you asked yourself the same thing. 

As soon as Mikasa was out of sight, you dropped to your knees, coughs rippling up from your chest. You felt the petals before they left your mouth, and when they fell to the brown dirt, a part of you wanted to laugh at how pretty they looked. Columbine, marking your foolishness with purple and white. Yellow Hyacinth, reminding you of your jealousy. And pink Camellia, the one that hurt the most as it travelled up your windpipe, teasing you for the longing you so deeply felt. 

Tonight, though, you noticed another color, sprayed along the petals in droplets. Red, the color that told of your demise. You knew it had gotten worse, you could feel the roots implanting themselves in your lungs for weeks, but you didn’t expect this. You stopped and stared, holding your breath and watching as blood fell from your lips and seeped into the dirt. There was no one else to blame but yourself.

You hadn’t tried to be so obvious, but everyone was well aware of your crush on Mikasa, including the girl herself. For the most part, she kept her distance from you, attempting to be polite in her own way and let you down easily. So when she asked you to meet her behind the dining hall after curfew one night, you didn’t know what to think. 

You approached slowly, hesitantly, nervous for what Mikasa would say to you. Turning the corner, your eyes widened in shock. Mikasa was bent over, something pouring out of her mouth as she choked. Petals, you realized as you stepped closer. Petals of Arborvitae and Heliotrope flooded out of her mouth and fluttered down to the ground. 

You rushed to her side, calling out her name in a panic. Her body shook, and when she finally stopped coughing, she looked up at you with wet, desperate eyes. It was disturbing, seeing Mikasa, the strongest woman and fighter you knew, in such a pitiful state. She forced herself to stand up right, hands still trembling, and as she spoke, her voice was strained and raw.

“I need your help.” 

Easily, you agreed, knowing you would do anything for her. But as she said her next words, you froze. 

“I’m in love with Eren, and I need to be in love with you.” 

“What?” You recoiled, stepping away from her, confliction stirring in your stomach. The word love mocked you. “I… What?” 

Just as it was clear you had a crush on Mikasa, it was clear that she had a crush on Eren. She followed him around like a lost puppy, meeting his every need without concern for her own wellbeing. At first, you just felt annoyed at their interactions like pretty much every other soldier who witnessed Mikasa’s lovesick stare, but soon, that annoyance turned to jealousy, even a slight anger at Eren for not appreciating what he had rested in your mind. 

Your eyebrows furrowed, and you shook your head, searching Mikasa’s eyes as you tried to figure out just what she was thinking. Like always, though, she was unreadable, steel grey glassy from tears but just as unrelenting. “Mikasa, I don’t understand. Of course I want to help you, but… Just, can you please explain?” 

She bit her lip, a nervous habit she had never revealed before. For a moment, you got lost in the way the skin turned from pink to red. “I’m… I’m dying. I can feel it getting worse every day, I can feel the roots and thorns piercing my lungs.” It took every ounce of strength you had to not reach out and hug her right then, instead letting her keep talking until she was done. “And Eren…” She ran a hand through her hair, gripping the strands as if to choke them out. “Well, everyone knows Eren’s not in love with me, and I know that he never will be. He doesn’t even realize that I see him as more than family.” 

She was right. Eren had always made it apparent that she was like a sister to him, usually introducing her as such to new recruits. After about the third time it happened, you had taken note of how Mikasa’s hands had clenched into fists, the only indication that it bothered her at all. There was something that always pained you about watching it occur, though, like you knew Mikasa herself was hurting, too. 

She paused to see what you would say, but your thoughts were moving too fast to actually process anything. “Um, I still don’t understand, really.” You could tell she was getting frustrated that you weren’t following, and you worried that she would take it all back if you said the wrong thing. 

“Look.” Her hand dropped from her hair as she took a deep breath in, gathering her patience as best she could. “I know you like me, Y/N. And, I think I could like you, too, with time.” Your heart stopped. “You’re pretty, smart, and talented in the field, and I really can’t find anything wrong with you.” It was blunt and lacked any sense of romanticism, but it was Mikasa saying this, so your face bloomed with heat anyways. “I think… No, I believe that you could cure me. We just need to fall in love.” 

In the moment, you didn’t really see a downside. It seemed easy enough, and you’d get to be with Mikasa which was exactly what you had been craving for months now. But what you forgot, and ultimately what turned into your fatal flaw, is that love is never easy. 

Blinded by your rose-colored glasses, you agreed without hesitation, sending you to your doom with complete confidence. 

Once she heard the ‘yes’ slip out of your mouth, Mikasa’s lips were on yours. It was awkward and clumsy, and when she pulled away, her expression was bashful, a bit embarrassed. You were sure you looked the same. 

“Sorry,” she muttered. “That was my first kiss.” 

“Mine, too,” you confessed. 

It was bittersweet sharing your first kiss with Mikasa for you knew she had kissed you for a different reason than why you kissed her back. It was to prove something to herself, to force herself to jump into this so-called solution and not look back, and even though you knew that was the truth, your lovesick heart managed to convince you otherwise.

From that night on, Mikasa and you met in secret almost every night, discovering small clearings in the forest or simply sneaking into the other’s bed once the other girls were asleep. It was a dangerous game, but it was one you were happy to play. Sometimes, you even felt like you were winning. 

But on the nights that you lied in bed alone, your mind wondered if you had made the right choice. Sure, after a month or two, you noticed that Mikasa looked at Eren less and spent more time with other people, seemingly enjoying herself, but that time was never spent with you. Instead, even as you and Mikasa became closer in private, her public persona around you never changed. You were still the crushing girl staring longingly across the dining hall and never getting a glance back. Mikasa tried to tell you that she thought keeping it a secret made it more special, but you knew it was a lie. You could tell from how her eyes darted away when you whispered sweet things and how she always crawled out of bed first, preferring to be warmed by her sheets rather than you. 

Nothing brought you back to reality more, though, than when you accidentally said ‘I love you.’ It had been a couple of months since you had started this arrangement with Mikasa, and things had seemed to be going well for the most part. She appeared happy when she was with you, and that night she had brought you a carnation that she found on her trip off base. As she tucked it behind your ear with a small smile and found your eyes with her own, the words had slipped out before you could stop them. 

Even the crickets seemed to be silent as Mikasa stared at you. Her lips had parted in surprise, and her hand was stuck midair, on its way back to her side from your hair. 

You scrambled to fix the situation. “Uh, um, I don’t know why I said that.” But as you spoke the words, you knew it was a lie. You knew exactly why you told her you loved her, and it was because you did. Wholeheartedly, unabashedly, and without fear of the consequences. But now, seeing her struggle to find an acceptable expression to wear and response to speak, you wished you could take it back, swallow the words from the air and never speak them again. 

“Y/N…” She wouldn’t meet your gaze, and you suddenly began to hate yourself. 

“It’s fine,” you decided, choosing to lie to both you and her in hopes of protecting your fragile reality. “Just… just kiss me again.” 

And she did, and you kissed back. But once you were through, and Mikasa took her leave, you found yourself starting to choke, air unable to enter your lungs. In a desperate attempt to empty your chest of whatever had infected it, you coughed.

And Columbine fell to the floor. 

[big-wet-cas-eyes]

wings: day 3 of @starrynightdeancas 's 2k followers celebration ✨ (ao3)

when i saw the wings prompt, i didn't think i would end up writing meet cute au, but here we are (wc: ~2000)

Thursdays are Dean's favorite day to be at conferences. Usually, there's only a partial day of events, and some people skip it altogether. Once the conference is in full swing, he'll be busy bouncing from talks to lunches to happy hours to dinners with people he only sort of knows. But on Thursdays, he can breathe.

Conferences certainly aren't his favorite part of being a professor. He's kind of a homebody, so the travel and socializing is a little much for him, especially when air travel is involved. But he does like exploring new cities, so he makes the best of it.

That's how he finds himself wandering around downtown Thursday evening. The streets are bustling with the after-work crowd.

Dean pauses when he passes one of those huge angel wing murals that he sees all over the internet. There are a couple of teenage girls standing there posing and giggling. Dean chuckles, and once the girls run off, he snaps a picture of it. His best friend, Jo, loves gimmicky tourist things like that, so he sends the picture off to her, along with a wish you were here text.

"Excuse me, would you mind taking my photo? If you have a moment, of course," a deep voice asks him. Dean looks up to see a man standing there, looking at him hopefully and gesturing behind him toward the mural. He feels his jaw drop open for a second when his eyes rest on the man's face. He's gorgeous. Dark, messy hair and piercing blue eyes that make Dean feel like he's melting into a puddle.

But Dean raises his eyebrow slightly when the question registers in his brain. This guy doesn't really look like the type to want a picture in front of a cotton candy-colored mural of angel wings. He looks to be about Dean's age. He's wearing a full suit with a trench coat on top, despite the summer heat. He realizes he's still staring when the guy clears his throat.

"Sorry for bothering you, I'll find someone else," the man says with a slight nod before beginning to turn away.

"No, no, wait, I'll do it!" Dean says, feeling bad for basically ignoring the guy while checking him out. "You just surprised me. Took my brain a second to process."

The man smiles at him. "Thank you, I appreciate it," he says, handing his phone to Dean. The camera app is already open.

Dean gives him a small smile back. "Not to be weird about it, but you don't really seem like the angel wing mural type."

"Ah, I'm not," he says dryly. Sensing Dean's confusion, probably, he adds, "I sent my daughter a photo of the mural earlier. She's been bombarding me all day with requests that I take a photo in front of it."

Dean smiles wider at that. The man's eyes light up as he's talking about his daughter, and Dean's smitten by how cute it is. "Totally get it, man. If my niece was old enough to text, she'd probably do the same to me." He thinks of little Mary, running around the house in a princess dress and fairy wings as Eileen tries to catch her. Maybe he should take one for her, too. "I've got you." He glances down at the guy's chest and adds, "Take off your badge first."

"What?" the man asks, clearly confused.

Dean pulls his matching conference badge out of his pocket. The lanyards attached to all of the badges this year are a horrid shade of neon orange. "This," Dean says, shaking it slightly, "Take yours off for the picture."

"Oh… thank you," he says, pulling off the lanyard and shoving it into a pocket of his trench coat. He walks in the direction of the mural. He turns and faces Dean, mouth in a straight line.

Dean snaps the photo and frowns. The dude doesn't look happy, despite the joy that was in his eyes when he mentioned his daughter. "Smile, dude! This is for your kid!" Dean says loudly.

The man huffs slightly, but then his mouth splits into a gummy smile, eyes crinkling at the edges. The smile is infectious, and Dean can't help the one that spreads across his own face in response. He takes a couple more photos before he gestures for the guy to come back over. He does and Dean returns his phone.

"Mind taking one of me? Looked at it long enough that I want to send one to my niece anyway."

"Yes, of course," the man replies, taking Dean's offered phone.

Dean smiles and poses (hands on his hips, like a superhero), and there's a good chance the picture captures the laugh that comes out when he hears the other man chuckle.

He walks back over and retrieves his phone. Then, he offers his hand for a handshake. "So I guess we're in town for the same conference. Dean Winchester. It's nice to meet you."

"Castiel Novak," he replies, grasping Dean's hair and shaking it firmly. "It's nice to meet you as well." He pauses for a moment, and his eyes widen with something that looks like recognition. "Dean Winchester. I just read your new paper, Bradbury and Winchester. It was fascinating."

"Hey, thanks, man," Dean says with a grin, "but if I'm being honest, almost all the credit for that one should go to my grad student, Charlie. She's the best."

"Well, it's a testament to your teaching that one of your students can produce such excellent research," Castiel says, and Dean blushes at the words. "I would love to be able to teach like that someday."

"Are you not a professor?" Dean asks. Maybe he misjudged the guy's age.

"No, I actually only recently completed my doctorate. It took a little longer than I'd hoped, but I had to take some time away from schooling for my daughter." Dean nods in understanding. A handful of people he knows had a baby during graduate school and it definitely did not make the experience any easier for them. "I'm beginning a postdoctoral fellowship at the University of Kansas next month, though."

"Oh, no way, that's where I teach!" Dean says. When he sees the glint of amusement in Castiel's eyes, he says, "But you already knew that. Because you just read my paper."

"I did. Different department than you, though. I'll be working with Professor Cain."

Dean smiles. "He's great, you'll like working with him." Before he can continue, Dean's stomach decides to punctuate his sentence with a loud grumble. "Uh, any interest in grabbing dinner? I'm starving, and I'd like to hear more about what you do if we're gonna be colleagues soon."

"Sure, I'd like that, Professor Winchester," Castiel says.

Dean scoffs. "You're uninvited if you call me that, Cas. Just Dean."

"Dean. Okay, let's go," he says, a small smile curling at the edges of his lips. They walk for a while, chatting a little about food and the city until they stumble upon a restaurant that sounds good to both of them.

Once they've ordered, Cas pulls out his phone. "I hope my daughter appreciates the picture," he says, swiping at the screen as he looks through the photos Dean took. He might have gotten a little carried away; there's a bunch. "I don't want to receive another photo of her pouting at me."

Dean chuckles. He pulls out his own phone to send his mural photo to his brother and sister-in-law. Cas also took a few, but he selects one where he's laughing extra hard. Took this for Princess Mary, tell her I love her, he texts to accompany the photo. "I'm sure she'll love it. How many pouting photos did you get?"

Cas hums, tapping a few times on his phone as Dean watches. "It appears… six." He turns his phone around to Dean. The name at the top of the text message thread reads Claire🐝 and he can already see two of the pictures. Cas's daughter, Claire, looks a little older than he expected. That, combined with the heavy eyeliner, doesn't make her seem like the kind of kid that would beg her dad to take a picture with an angel wing mural. Cas scrolls slightly and Dean sees a slew of please dad and you gotta! text messages, interspersed with more pictures of her frowning. It's kind of adorable.

"How old is she?" Dean asks.

"Fifteen," Cas answers. Dean opens his mouth, but closes it again when Cas continues, "I know, I don't look old enough to have a daughter her age. I get that a lot."

"Sorry," Dean mumbles. "No need to explain, I was just surprised."

Cas shrugs. "It's okay. Accidental pregnancy with my high school girlfriend back when we were both trying to convince ourselves that we were straight." Cas immediately blushes. "Sorry, too much information. I had already switched out of professional mode for the evening, and I forgot that we technically work together."

"You're in good company. No judgment from me. You won't be the only one out of the closet when you get there." He winks and then grimaces internally. He hadn't meant to start flirting.

Cas's eyes widen and then soften. "Thank you, Dean. I'm glad I haven't made a total fool of myself." His phone buzzes on the table and he picks it up. He smiles that wide, bright smile again, the one that Dean can't help but match. "Claire loves the photo," he says, turning his phone around. It's another photo of Claire, but this time she has the same bright smile on her face as her dad.

"She really wanted you to take that picture, didn't she," Dean says with a chuckle.

Cas nods. "She did. She's a sweet girl."

"Why's she love angel wings so much? She doesn't really… look the type, I guess," Dean asks, his curiosity finally winning out.

"The eyeliner phase is new. She's always loved angels, though. Her mother used to tell her angels were watching over her every night before bed, and I think that stuck with her."

Dean smiles. "My mom used to say the same thing to me. Definitely sticks with you," he says, as he pushes up the sleeve of his shirt. He holds his arm out to show Castiel the angel wing tattoo on his forearm, his mom's name and the dates she was alive in the middle. "Got this for her a few years ago."

Cas reaches out, brushing the edge of one of the wings. Dean shivers a little at the touch, but mostly just because of how soft and gentle Cas's hands are. "It's beautiful, I'm sure she would appreciate it," Cas says. "I think Claire's mom always said it because I'm named for an angel. Claire calls me her angel when she's feeling sentimental." Dean's not sure if Cas realizes that he's still tracing the edges of his tattoo. Honestly, he doesn't mind. The contact feels nice and he feels surprisingly drawn to Cas. His hand stays there until their food arrives.

The conversation shifts slightly, becoming more casual. They talk about their research, the talks they're planning to attend during the weekend, and a little bit about the university Castiel will soon call home. It's comfortable. Cas is really nice and interesting, and Dean's excited that it looks like he'll have a new friend when the school year starts.

A little voice in the back of his head hopes that he'll end up more than a friend, and Dean thinks the feeling might be mutual when Cas grabs his hand on their way back to the conference hotel.

[kazuyumi1412]

[Previous Course]

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Little Chef

[Course 2]

As she combined the butter-flour mixture in the pan, Amber couldn’t help but think of Noah again. She never got an answer about what he was, and there were still so many questions that she had for him even before she accidentally scared him again.

‘Well, it’s not like I didn’t deserve it up to some point,’ she thought as she kept an eye on the roux forming in the pan. ‘I’m not going to be surprised if I don’t see him ever again after that little incident.’

She tried to keep her hopes up as best as she could as she made her cream stew. She’d already gotten everything else cooking in a pot on one of the back burners, so all she had left to do was make the béchamel sauce to combine it with. Having three or so pots on the stove seemed a bit hectic at first glance, but it wasn’t an unusual occurrence to her due to working in a restaurant. Amber slowly poured the heated milk into the roux once it was ready, making sure that it was fully combined before she added any more. She wasn’t going to make that mistake again.

“And…there,” she said to herself as she finished up. “Just need to add it to the stew.”

Amber grabbed a ladle from nearby, scooping some of the stew broth into the béchamel sauce before incorporating the sauce mixture back into the stew. She let it simmer a little bit longer before turning off the heat and letting it cool down a bit. Grabbing two small containers, she set them side-by-side and portioned out the stew, sealing the containers and putting them in her lunch bag afterwards.

‘I hope he likes it,” she thought.

She paused for a bit as she looked at her lunch bag. Amber fiddled with the zipper, thinking back…

“Be grateful that you get to eat on their dime. Otherwise, you wouldn’t get to eat at all!”

“A cheese sandwich again? You really can’t afford to get anything else, can you?”

She opened up her lunch bag again, staring at the two containers of cream stew.

“Eat your food, honey. People worked hard to get you this meal, and I’m sure that some people dream about being in your situation.”

Was it really alright for her to be enjoying a meal like that? If there were others that dreamed about being in her situation, then what made her so special to be there in the first place? Why her?

No, not the best time to contemplate why she’s there at that point in time. She needed to head to work.

Zipping up her lunch bag again, Amber got ready for work and headed out the door, lunch bag in hand.

Work was rather uneventful that day — well, as uneventful as working in a bustling restaurant kitchen could get — and Amber continued to do the finishing touches on her cleaning. She glanced over at the pantry’s lock, curious about how it’d been acting up prior to then. Walking up to it, she closely examined the lock.

Huh. Something’s inside of it.

She tried to shake whatever was inside out of the lock, but before she could do much of anything, she heard a noise coming from behind her.

“Noah?” Amber asked. “Is that you?”

“So you’re the one that made him fear for his life,” an unfamiliar voice chastised her. “Do you know how terrified we all were?”

“We all?” — she let go of the lock and looked around for the source of the voice — “So there are more of you? Whatever you are.”

“Don’t avoid the subject! Even if what Noah did was reckless as all get out, that’s no excuse for terrorizing him!”

“Look, I didn’t mean to scare him like that. Hell, we were both pretty terrified at the time. I thought I’d have to deal with another mouse infestation! I didn’t expect to see a little person-”

“Borrower,” They cut Amber off so quickly that she could barely process what they said.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“We’re not ‘little people’, even if we are small. We’re Borrowers.”

“Oh. Sorry about that.”

They didn’t reply for a bit. “Anyway, what do you want with Noah? You’ve already given him enough trouble.”

Amber rolled her eyes, quickly developing a snarky tone in her voice. “Well, sorry for wanting to make up for scaring the hell out of him. I thought that he’d appreciate something that wasn’t from the scrap pile.”

“We’re fine, thank you very much. We don’t need help from-” — they trailed off, and Amber could hear sounds coming from the direction of the dishwashing area — “Hey, get back here!”

Amber looked over towards the dish racks, seeing something climbing down from it. A spider? No, too big to be a spider, and if it was one, she’d have already gotten the broom and smacked it. She got a little closer, only to see Noah rappelling down from the rack. Unfortunately, she kind of spooked him in the process, as he lost his grip when he saw how close she was to him. Thankfully, Amber was able to catch him before he cracked his skull open like an egg.

“That was close,” she said, gently setting Noah down. “If I wasn’t fast enough… Well, let’s try not to think about that for now.” — she glanced up to where the hook attached to the rope was, which turned out to just be thread and a paper clip — “How long have you and that other guy been up there?”

“Just a few minutes,” Noah told her. “I wanted to see if anyone else was here.” — his voice reduced to a quiet mutter — “You said you wanted to see me again.”

She smiled a bit when she heard that. “I’m glad you kept your promise.” — she grabbed her lunch bag, which she had set aside earlier, and brought out the second container of cream stew — “I didn’t know if you’d like it or not, but I thought that some homemade stew would be better than just cheese and a cracker.”

His eyes seemed to sparkle when he saw the container, but quickly became nervous. “I-Is it alright? For me to have some?”

“Of course—!” — Amber quickly stopped herself, knowing that she was going to spook Noah if she kept being that loud — “I mean, of course you can. The same goes for your friend. I just need to warm it up first.”

“Like I was going to say, we don’t need help from human beans like you,” the other Borrower rudely told her. “We don’t need your charity.”

Amber tried so hard to contain her laughter, but it escaped in short, sporadic chuckles as she covered her mouth with one hand. Noah seemed puzzled, while Amber couldn’t tell what the other Borrower’s expression was like.

“It’s human beings, not human beans,” She corrected them through her giggle fit.

“Whatever!” they snapped back at her. “You’re still a human bean to me! And my mind’s not going to be changed about the charity either!”

“But she made it just for us, Cay,” Noah said, “and I know that you’re tired of eating scraps too.”

“Cay?” Amber asked, puzzled.

There wasn’t a reply from the other Borrower until they heard a rough sigh accompanied by quiet footsteps. They quickly slid down the rope that Noah had used earlier, slowing down just enough at the end to make as little noise as possible on the metal counter. They had a grey cloak that was similar to Noah’s, but it was a bit shorter on their body and had a hood sewn on it. The person hiding under the cloak, however, was a whole different story. They towered over Noah, though they were still only big enough to fit in Amber’s palm, and had piercing hazel eyes accompanying well-kept red hair. Even despite their size difference, Amber couldn’t help but feel unnerved when they glared at her.

“You better hope that I’m not going to regret revealing myself like this,” They told her.

“Anyway…um…this is my brother,” Noah introduced him. “His name’s Cain, but we all call him Cay.” — he turned to his brother — “And this is Amber. I forgot what the full thing was, but that’s what she asked me to call her.”

“It’s Ambrosia,” Amber noted. “So, is it just you two? Sibling-wise. I’m just curious.”

He looked over to his brother. “Well, there’s Able too, but he’s-”

“Sprained ankle,” Cain cut him off.

Amber winced. “Yikes. I hope he gets better.”

Cain let out a huff as he looked off to the side. In any case, Amber quickly went to reheat the stew that she had brought, getting the smallest spoons that she could for the two Borrowers, which happened to be the quarter teaspoons. She set the spoons next to them and presented the stew, with it still steaming a bit from reheating it.

“Careful,” she warned them beforehand, “it’s pretty hot.”

Both Cain and Noah were hesitant at first, but they eventually took a slight bit of the stew and tasted it. While Noah’s delighted reaction was plastered all over his face, Cain looked extremely neutral.

“So…?” Amber slowly asked them. “You like it?”

“It’s amazing!” Noah beamed as he quickly took another spoonful and ate it. “I’ve never tasted anything like this before! The chunks are a little big, though.”

“I’ll try to break it up a bit more next time, but even I’ve got limits for how small I can cut things.” — she looked over at Cain, who still looked neutral — “Not even a reaction? Huh.”

Cain quickly looked her in the eyes. “If you’re trying to make me jealous of your cooking, then you’ve definitely succeeded,” he remarked.

Noah chuckled at his brother’s remark, and the two of them kept eating. Granted, there was enough stew there to feed the two of them for a few days straight, but that was probably because Amber didn’t have any smaller Tupperware to use. Either way, she was glad that they were eating something that she knew wasn’t from the scrap heap that normal people called the trash.

“You know,” she noted, “I could always teach you how to cook. Probably not gigantic meals like this,” — she paused for a second — “well, gigantic compared to you…but still something to eat.”

“Hold on, let me get this straight,” Cain said, seeming rather suspicious of her. “You, a human bean or whatever you’re called, want to teach Borrowers like us how to cook?” — Amber nodded her head, though this seemed to make him more suspicious — “You know that we’re not supposed to interact with each other, right?”

“Well, we’re doing it right now, you rule breaker. Doesn’t make much of a difference.” — Cain stopped in his tracks, knowing that she had a point — “Anyway, I’ve got to get going, and you two should too. You can pop by tomorrow if you want.”

“I’d rather not, with Noah already being in trouble and all.” — he glanced at his brother — “It’d be best if we lay low.”

Amber knew that Cain had a point, so she let them finish up before they ran off into hiding again. Taking the teaspoons and Tupperware, she made sure to clean them before returning them to their proper places, taking the Tupperware back with her as she thought of some new recipes.

[danicarosaline]

Just My Type | JJ Maybank x Kook!Reader | Ch. 1

Summary: You may perhaps have this tiny attraction to a certain flirty pogue that works for your step dad. All the while your mother is trying to set you up with boys who she thinks are your type.

Authors Note: hello my loves heres chapter one💛 i’d like to apologise for saying the readers face went red from blushing in the Prologue! Im gonna remove mentioning that from my fics so my women of colour will avoid cringing! Instead of using sentences like that, im gonna use the words “cheeks heating up” because anyone can physically feel that happening to them!

Also- this gon’ be a slooow burn (; hope y’all like it🥺🦋✨

Laying face down in your pillow in a plank position, you twist your head towards your balcony when you hear the faint sound of the lawn mower running outside. You sprung up from the Queen sized bed and walk towards your full body mirror to check your reflection.

Not quite liking what you see though so you rush to the bathroom quickly to wash your face and apply a bit of moisturiser to your pretty skin to get that glowly “hey i woke up like this” look. You cringe at the glimpse of your hair. Looking like a lion whose sleeping schedule got rudely interrupted. You start to ease your crazy hair into place with your hands to try and smoothen it out. Throwing up gang signs(peace signs) in the mirror afterwards once done, feeling yourself. Yep, good enough.

Putting on your favourite silk robe (just to be extra) you start to make your way towards the balcony door, sliding it open and walking out slowly. Feeling the morning sun on your skin, you sigh in comfort and flutter your eyes closed. Trying to casually seem like you just wanna get some air and not a certain pretty blond boy’s attention. You throw your hands up in the air, stretching as you do and then smoothly running your ring clad hands to your hair. After a few minutes of trying to look cute by flipping your hair around, you purposely fail to notice the eyes that has gazed upon you.

“Looking beautiful as always Miss L/N!”

Eyes widen and casting down at the familiar voice, you tilt your head and give a kind smile to the foreign man who isn’t the blond boy you thought that was mowing your lawn this morning. Lifting up your right arm to give a wave to the man below you. “Hey there sir Chrisanto! How’ve you been? How’s the wife Miss Marisol?” You ask curiously.

Though you are just a tad bit disappointed to see someone else doing the blond’s every friday—morning job, you can’t help but feel joy at seeing the middle aged man with the funny mostache beeming up at you with the sweetest smile on his face. Chrisanto is one of the best, most dedicated worker you know and has been working for your stepfather for almost 20 years now.

Your step father’s respect for Chrisanto has grown consistently over the years for the man’s kind demeanour, loyalty and the amazing job he does to your lawn and garden. Without him, the outside front and outside back of your house wouldn’t be as impressive as it would’ve been.

Chrisanto is also the reason why that handsome blond works for your dad aswell. The blond was recommended by Chrisanto to take over the days he couldn’t make it to work because of some back problems that he’a gained through the years of over working for other people. Knowing this, your parents make sure Chrisanto gets plenty of breaks and days off, thus calling in the younger male to take over the shifts of Chrisanto’s.

“Oh you know, bitchy as always!” The man lets out a loud laugh at his own joke which you can’t help but laugh too.

“She still complaining bout’ that knee?”

“Everytime dear, everytime” he sighs with a shake of his head and a little smile to his face to the thought of his beautiful, whiny wife annoying him every morning about her knee.

“Do not marry yet Y/N! You too young, too young” he hollers at you with a wave of his hand.

“Damn sir Chrisanto if only you warned me that sooner, a wedding for me is already being planned by my mum as we speak!” You holler back at him.

“Who the future husband? Blondie?” He cackles at the weird expression you made with your face. Oh he definitely knows about your crush on the blond. He was young and inlove once too. He saw the way you stumbled on your words when he conversed with you and your step father, and the attention not being on him, but on the boy who was cutting away at a bush in the back yard.

You tried to joke with Chrisanto during that time but was so distracted by the pretty blond fellow you just couldn’t form a proper sentence and Chrisanto knew what was up. Eventually snapping out of it when your step father asked if you were okay.

“Chrisanto you play too much man! but hey ill catch you later yes?” Making your way back inside your room, your actions came to a halt when he suddenly said-

“Okay see you later Mrs Maybank!” Turning around abruptly you begin to ask who?? But his attention is already back to mowing the lawn, the loud sound of the lawn mower cutting off your voice from reaching his ears. Shrugging it off, you walk away. Keeping in mind to ask him about that later.

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“That was your second bowl of cereal honey are you okay?” Your mother asks, slight concern written all over her face. Placing the empty bowl in the sink, you place your hands on your hips and grin at her.

“Ah yes, now its time for pancakes!” You cheer whilst doing a little dance. She gives you an eyeroll at your enthusiasm but smiles nonetheless.

“Want some mama? I promise not to burn them this time!” Already shaking the bottle pancake mix with your hands. She shakes her head at you and resuming back to the pamphlet she has on her left hand and taking a sip of her coffee in the right.

After watching the butter melt in the pan, you start to pour the third batch of pancake onto it. You plan to eat atleast 4 pieces of pancake because why not? all the weight goes to your boobs and ass anyways.

“Oh almost forgot mum, Kie will be coming over soon!”

Hardly glancing up at you, she hums a little ‘okay dear’ and resuming back to a completely different pamphlet to the ones she had before, all the while walking out of the kitchen. You giggle at her. Heh, mum and her weird pamphlets.

Singing along to the song thats blasting from your Alexa, you flip the pancake with a spatula and letting out a whoop of approval at the sight.

DING DONG!

Deciding to ignore the sound of the doorbell and letting your mother get the door, you resume back to flipping your pancake in peace. After the second sound of your doorbell ringing throughout the house your mothers calls out to you.

“Oh honey can you please get that?” Your mother speaks from the living room.

“Sure ma, cause its not like im cooking or anything” you sass.

With the click of your tongue, you begin to make your way to the front door but moving faster at the thought of it being Kiara on the other side.

Turning the door knob you were left speechless at the sight of the person standing before you.

“Hey! Ive got deliveries”

Oh dear god.

The sound of his charming voice causes your stomach to do flips and your hands to sweat a little from the nervousness. Your heart begins to pick up its pace the longer you stare at him.

Observing the little deep dimple that formed on his right cheek when he smiled down at you.

You watch him place down the 2 bags he held in his toned arms onto the floor while he removes his red cap, fixing his blond locks into place before setting the cap on backwards on his head. Smiling at you again.

God he looks so good in his uniform.

You can’t help but stare into those heavenly eyes that pierced right through your own. The softest of blues, reminding you of the clear sky almost. His eyes held excitment and mystery, making you curious of the things he’s seen on the side of the Cut. Maybe blue is officially your favourite colour.

“Uh hello?”

The voice snaps you out of your daze, causing your face to heat up from embarrassment. You lick your lips and smile up at the smirking handsome blond infront of you. Waiting patiently for you to say something. Obviously noticing that your checking him out.

“What? Oh uh- yes! Hey there” you answer pathetically making yourself cringe.

“Yeah, so here are the deliveries for the week, everything should be in there already and if theres a problem just let me know yeah?” He goes to pick up the bags and handing them to you but before he could say anything else, you lose the grip on the bag when you feel the brush of his calloused hands on yours, causing some things to fall out of the bag.

“Oh-“ “oh no-“

When you both go to pick up the items that fell, you accidentally bump heads with the blond, causing you both to groan loudly. Both muttering out apologies, you go to pick up the items again.

You peek up at him through your lashes, seeing him shake his head at the funny encounter with a little smile forming on his lips. You bite your own to stop that little grin from making its way on your face. Atleast you know he wasnt annoyed at what happened just then.

After placing the last item back into the bag, you stand back up quickly as you watch him do the same. Clearing his throat he hands you back the other bag and this time you grab it with ease, keeping your hands firmly on the bag to avoid embarrassing yourself infront of the cutie again.

“T-thank you..” you stutter out like a sore loser.

“Yeah all goods” he smirks, hand scratching the back of his neck then bringing it back down and sliding both hands into his pockets.

“See ya later then Y/N?” He adds, eyeing you up.

Your eyes widen at the mention of your name slipping pass the gorgeous boy’s lips. Leaving you frozen from where you are. Feeling your heart beat louder in your chest, you’re scared he might hear it. You’re a stuttering mess at this point.

Who fucking knew the blond saying your name would leave you speechless just as much as his mere presence would?

He takes his leave but not before giving you a cheeky wink making you squeal quietly at the action. Your eyes dont leave the boy until he’s fully out the gate. He looks over his shoulder one last time to give a small wave of his hand. smirking as he does so.

You wave goodbye with a shy smile, giggling to yourself when you watch him hop into the company van and takes off.

“Oh my gosh ive never been so close to him before”

“wait how does he know my own name and i still dont know his?” you wonder out loud to no one in particular.

“Y/N L/N, GET YOUR GODDAMN ASS BACK IN HERE NOW! YOUR PANCAKES ARE GONNA BURN THE WHOLE HOUSE DOWN”

OH SHIT THE PANCAKES.

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[razorblade180]

It takes time

Weiss sat comfortably in her bed at home. Who would’ve thought how nice home would be after all the tragedy in it? It was nice to unwind, then Ruby came walking in. The reaper looked like she was caught in the worse state of limbo. As if she saw a ghost. Weiss knew that face. That was the same face she made whenever she accidentally walked in on Nora and Ren.

Weiss:What’s wrong? What’s today’s chapter in “Ruby’s rollercoaster of a life.”

Ruby:I don’t appreciate that name. If anything my life is an extremely long road trip with minimum bathroom breaks and people get left behind whenever the RV finally does stop.

Weiss:You’re avoiding my question.

Ruby:I’m fine.

Weiss:1.....2....

Ruby:....

Weiss:Don’t make me get to three.

Ruby:Fine! Gosh, you’re so aggressive when you wanna help people. You’re just as bad as Whit-

Ruby tried to stop herself but it was too late. Weiss’s eyes became focused on the girl. Of course it was a Whitley problem. The two have been dating a few months though she loved her brother, he could be an idiot. Not that Weiss was any different, or Winter for that matter. All of them were emotional hazards when it came to romance.

Weiss:What happened between you two? You both were doing so well after what happened between him and father.

Ruby:Oh it’s....nah, it’s stupid.

Weiss:2.5.....

Ruby:Stop counting!

Weiss:Then out with it!

Ruby:I told him “I love you!!!”

Ruby turned bright red and put her hood up. The fearless team leader then bellyflopped onto Weiss’s bed, her face landing in a pile of pillows. Of all the things Weiss was expecting, this wasn’t one of them. It’s true that’s it’s been a few months and Ruby was definitely the kind of girl to wear her heart on her sleeve. That knowledge alone told Weiss what most likely happened next.

Weiss:He didn’t say it back, did he?

Ruby:I feel like such an idiot.

Weiss:Let’s take a few steps back. How did this even happen?

Ruby:We were-

Weiss:Get out of the pillows. It’s already hard to understand you when you’re worked up.

Ruby:*flips over* We were watching tv, just talking. Then a stupid commercial came on for that blind date show. The one you like to laugh at even though you clap when the couples work out.

Weiss:Mmmhmm, unnecessary to add but continue.

Ruby:One of the people started talking about love at first sight. It got me thinking if Whitley believed in that kinda stuff, so I asked because of course I did.

Weiss:At least you’re self aware.

Ruby:He told me that sort of thing seemed like a work of fiction. So then I asked him what would he call our first meeting.

Weiss:Oh no...

Ruby:He didn’t say anything at first, then asked me what I thought it was. *red* Th-Then I told him that for me, I wouldn’t know what else to call what happened that day. I ended up kissing him and telling him I loved him. Then....I waited to hear it back. Waited, waited, and I kept waiting as he wasn’t sure what to tell me. I got the hint fairly fast. Gods, I felt so embarrassed and stupid that I tried leaving as fast as I could. He grabbed my hand to try to and stopped me. But then I made things worse by asking him directly if he did love me. Again, nothing but lip flapping. I dashed away after that. Ugh, why did I ask such a stupid thing!? Was it too soon? Am I the only one who-

Weiss:Stop...

Ruby zipped her lips. Weiss looked down at her with concerned yet welcoming eyes. Weiss grabbed her partner’s shoulders and sat her up.

Weiss:My brother stood up to my father in order to date you. Questioning his feelings for you is a thing you should never have to do.

Ruby:Then why-

Weiss:Four months.

Ruby:What?

Weiss:It took me four months to tell Jaune I love him after he told me. One day he sort sprang it on me like you did, and just like Whitley, I couldn’t say it back. And just like you, Jaune was hurt by it. He understood why I said nothing, but of course it didn’t make things feel any better. In fact, the two of us got a little distant for a while. A piece of me honestly thought that I had ruined my first real relationship, just like that.

Ruby:Why...why couldn’t you say it back? You two have been a thing for awhile. Actually I sorta remember when you two seemed to talk less.

Weiss took a deep breath and looked around her old room. How many nights was she in by choice? How many times did it feel like this room, this house, would be the only world she knew? The world built by her father.

Weiss:As much as it angers me to admit this, our father will always be this terrible, looming presence in the back of our mind. Even while I was at Beacon I found myself acting and saying things in a way that wouldn’t get me in trouble. I envy you Ruby. Your house, I’ve never been there but I can tell it was full of love. That’s not this house. That’s not my parents. The love in this place ran dry so long ago and Whitley had the least time to enjoy it. I doubt he actually remembers it for real. When Jaune told me he loved me I should’ve felt so happy in that moment, yet I was so terrified I could barely speak. Was I allowed to love? Would he change his mind one day out of the blue? What was the price to pay for that love; I even thought briefly that he was lying.

Ruby:I...had no idea.

Weiss:When a Schnee loves something, it goes away, or has a catch. Unconditional, genuine love feels like a fairytale. Saying “I love you too” made me feel like Jaune was going to disappear or worse. I couldn’t shake the feeling of his feelings being just another trap. I couldn’t let myself be happy, not like that. However, he was patient with me. He still said it from time to time but didn’t expect to hear it back and never pressured me. I actually did say one time within those four months. He came by really late at night to try and clear the air. Honestly I still feel a little anxious when I do say it, but I can’t help but get this warm feeling when I see the look on his face when he says it back. *red* He means it.

Weiss couldn’t help but smile as she looked in the mirror. Odd, has she ever done that before? Her complexion looked healthier than the last time she looked. Was it the light, or was Weiss glowing for the first time in awhile. This room might be the same, but it finally felt like a room. A place she could belong even. Weiss turned back to Ruby to see the girl in tears.

Weiss:What the!? You’re crying!?

Ruby:How could I not!!! I had no idea how much effort it took for you to feel like love was something you could have.

Weiss:I’m sure if you asked Winter then she can tell you a similar story between her and your uncle. There’s no doubt in mind Whitley wants to say it; he’s just scared.

Ruby:I feel terrible now. I didn’t even give him a chance to really explain himself or his feelings. How selfish can I be?

Weiss:Don’t be such a dunce. Now isn’t the time for a pity party. Give him a little time and then talk to him again. I’m sure he has a lot he wants to say.

Ruby:Thanks Weiss. You’re getting really good at this comforting thing.

Weiss:I learned from the best.

Ruby:Awww

Weiss:...

Ruby:You meant Jaune?

Weiss:It’s a team effort. Don’t sell yourself short. *hugs her* I love you too you know?

Ruby:*gasp* Would you say that-

Weiss:I’m not calling you my BFF, but yes, you would fill that spot.

Ruby:Good enough for me. I love you too.

xxxx

Later that day, Ruby decided to poke her head into the media room again. Unfortunately there was no sign of Whitley. There was however the sound of a smoke alarm going off in the kitchen. Ruby petal bursted all the way there to find a pan of something charred black and Whitley holding a fire extinguishers, baking ingredients covered his face and blue apron. He silently stared at his girlfriend before blasting the pan again for good measure.

Whitley:Hey....

Ruby:Hey. You uhh, you tried cooking by yourself.

Whitley:Emphasis on tried. I forgot to butter the pan. Also I think I needed more milk for the apology cookies.

Ruby:You know I’m positive this house has a cool book for people to- apology cookies?

Whitley:Yeah I uhh, I hurt your feelings, again. Sorry.

The boy put down the extinguisher and looked at his baking failure. He let out a long sigh of defeat and took a seat on a stool. Ruby opened up a window and wet a cloth, walking over to wipe is face. The cookies might’ve turned out well if the ingredients ended up in the bow instead of on his sad, cute face.

Ruby:I should be the one apologizing. I swept you up into my feelings and didn’t take the time see yours.

Whitley:You talk to Weiss? I heard you shout earlier.

Ruby:Oh...can you pretend you didn’t hear that?

Whitley:Only if we pretend I didn’t ruin chocolate chip cookies. I bought those Hershey Kisses for nothing.

Ruby:Those don’t melt properly in an oven or microwave unless it comes in a baking package. They burn and warp things.

Whitley:Who would make chocolate that doesn’t melt normally? Baking is stupid.

Ruby:*smiles* Hehe, it’ll take time but you’ll get it.

Whitley:Maybe in a hundred years.

Ruby:Eh, I’ll wait. I will umm...I will wait for anything you need time with; patiently. S-So don’t worry. About pushing yourself that is. Take your time, okay?

Whitley reached up and took Ruby’s hand. It was so warm compared to the cool rag in it. Their faces became flushed as icy blue met piercing silver. Whitley slowly leaned forward and gently pressed his lips against Ruby’s before seperating again. If it was up to her, Ruby would’ve made it last just a few seconds longer. For someone who’s only kissed one girl in his life, Whitley was surprisingly good at it.

Ruby:That’s a really good way of saying thank you.

Whitley:I care about you. You...mean a lot to me. I’ll try not to make you wait long.

Ruby:Don’t rush it. *leaning in* I’m fine with this....

She couldn’t help but go back in for another kiss. The words could wait. His gestures, the way pressed his lips on her own, it said more than what those three little words could do on their one. No point in rushing them. The love was coming through loud and clear. Weiss couldn’t help but spy on the two with Jaune for a second before leaving them to their moment.

Jaune:You did a good thing.

Weiss:I didn’t do anything that wasn’t going to sort itself out. Just being a good friend and sibling.

Jaune:Caring, another reason I love you.

He bent over and kissed her head. Weiss elbowed him lightly before pulling him down a little further for Jaune to kiss her properly.

Weiss:Yourself, all the reason why I love you.