#one in specific I'm like :eyes: damn you old bitch

[ajortga]

opposites attract

pairing: jenna ortega x fem reader

summary: people would call you and jenna the old married couple from across the street, you'd always argue. you hate each other so much, but you love each other even more.

word count: 2.1k+

warnings: alcohol, goofiness, hilarious imo

based off request! (love you 🦦)

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ME AGAIN. I JUST LOVE TO SEND OUT REQUESTS FOR SPECIFIC WRITERS 🙏🏻

Jenna Ortega! x Reader!

"In every friend group, there are always two people arguing"

holy shit this dynamic is so cute, it's like wherein obvi J and R likes to argue a lot, whether it be going out w friends, in set, sleepovers, literally just everywhere all the time.. In the end obviously they get together 🙈 YOU CAN DO ABSOLUTELY WHATEVER W THE PLOT IF YOU'D LIKE.

Completely understand if the request isn't taken!! I LOVE YOUR WRITING SM, I LOVE YOU

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It’s silent on set where Scream is being filmed. Silence would’ve filled your break room, that would be if you and Jenna weren’t damn yelling at each other over the littlest of things.

“You fucking cheated!” You accuse, pointing your finger at her as you go crazy and throw your Uno cards everywhere.

The tinier girl puts her hands up, putting one to her chest to pretend to be offended, “The Y/N is accusing me of cheating? When will I clearly won fair and square?”

That throws you off the edge, screaming into a pillow and kicking your feet, then throwing the pillow straight to her head. “I saw you looking at my cards dumbass!”

The atmosphere is chaotic as you two throw pillows at each other, one of them hits Melissa in the nose, “Hey!” She goes, throwing a pillow to Mason, which throws it to Jasmine.

Everyone is throwing their pillows at each other, screaming and laughing. Actually, not everyone is screaming, the only ones are you and Jenna.

“I WAS GLANCING AT THE SCENERY.”

“SINCE WHEN WAS THE SCENERY MY CARDS?” You yell, throwing the stuffed animal at her.

Jasmine nudges Melissa, who lets her pillow down and lets her friend whisper in her ear, “Who’s going to tell them that they’re flirting?” 

A cackle escapes the other actress, “She’s definitely always thinking Y/N is the beautiful scenery. In which she is, she’s like the days that have the best sunsets. She’s a sweetheart.”

That was true. Although Jenna won’t admit it. You were breathtaking. You were like the movie that everyone wants to watch again for the first time. Whose voice was a gentle lullaby that lulled those into a peaceful rest. A work of art, Jenna would say. A work of art she’d fucking hate, yet still buy it’s worth for billions of dollars more than they should be.

“Okay FINE! I peeked! I just saw that you had a yellow seven! That’s it!”

“Exactly!” You say, throwing the stuffed animal up and victory, “Nuh uh, you also said half-way through the game as a joke “I bet you have a blue four,” and I had a blue four!”

“FINE, but that was all!”

“Whatever.”

Mason rolls his eyes as he leans back into his chair, throwing a huge stuffed animal and making you collapse and go, “Hey!”

“They’re gonna get married one day, they’re like an old married couple,” He states, and everyone that hears agrees, except you two. You two are too caught up with arguing with each other, smacking pillows at each other.

“Asshole.”

Grunt!

“Bitch.”

Smack!

“Weirdo!”

“Goofball!”

Plomp!

“Silly!”

“Pretty!”

“Sweet girl.”

“Lovely!”

“Gosh, well aren’t they oblivious?” Jasmine scoffs, “Their flirting and don't even know it, they’ll use that as an excuse for another argument again. Melissa watches, amused, and laughing in the background with a cackle. You two are hitting each other with any pillows you can find.

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y/n_l/n this is very not an appreciation post for jenna, the first two i'm posting cause she told me not to but she cheated in uno and she's getting what she deserves! (someone save me from this mad woman)

#justicefory/n i hate you @jennaortega

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melissabarreram: My babies #justicefory/n

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natalieortega1: Love you

↳ y/n_l/n: love u too!

crunchybaguette55: y/n is seriously blessing us with these photos

aliyah.ortega: nah why is jenna more flexible than me

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user839: watch jenna is gonna post something about her

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y/n'spersonalbag: SHE POSTED I'M EARLY

jennaortega: I hate you

↳ y/n_l/n: Ilyt

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Melissa screams while the members of the cast begin to elevate up the roller coaster. 

“Oh god!” Mason shouts, while you two begin to lift off the floor from the free fall device.

“If the machine were to break and fall, would we bounce out of our seats or bang our head?” Jenna questions, looking down at her feet that are currently 100 to 150 feet off the ground.

You’re right next to her, yet you have to shout because of how loud the machine is, “Nuh uh! None of that stuff, if the machine were to break, then the starting point wouldn’t be as lifted and our feet would probably dislocate.” 

“Pfft, nonsense,” Jenna rolls her eyes, and you try kicking her but as you reach the top, it slowly begins to stop lifting up. 

“Guys!” Jasmine yells, looking down at the floor, she’s still holding her pretzel in her hand. The people below you now look like at least the size of a caterpillar. 

“It’s kind of tall!” Melissa says, but she’s giggling.

“No damn shit!” You say, looking at the floor and preparing for your heart to fly out of your chest, “Hold my hand!” Jenna jokes while you roll her eyes at her.

When you stop at the top, the machine makes a loud “TCCHhhHH” noise, and you are all still. 

“I DON’T WANNA DIE,” Mikey and Devyn cry, screaming.

“We haven’t even gone down- YET!” Everyone starts screaming as the seats you’re in descends at fast speeds. You all scream, high pitched, wails, singing to get your mind off of whatever. Devyn and Jasmine flutter their eyes and do a peace sign when the camera flashes. 

You close your eyes, the machine goes back up, then down, you’re screaming, laughing as Mason’s sandal falls out, “No! My shoe!”

It hits the person operating the roller coaster.

Somehow, your hand finds Jenna’s as you cling onto it, she doesn’t let go, giggling with you as you two fall. It was a nice moment, the breeze in your hair with the sunset saying hello. Except you don’t know if the moment got better or was ruined because before you can appreciate it, Jasmine screams, louder than she had when everyone dropped.

“My pretzels!” She screams, falling out of her hand and flying into the air, the cinnamon pretzels falling and smacking you and Jenna in the face as you feel a flash in your face again, you pose just as it clicks.

“I WANNA GO HOME!” Mason wails, “Where the fuck is my shoe? MY SHOE!”

By the time you reach ground level, everyone’s hair is ruffled, eyes dazed as your legs shake when you leave the machine.

You’re still holding hands with Jenna as you almost collapse on each other, you feel dizzy, probably because the machine was damn spinning and a pretzel got smacked into your face.

"You okay?" she asks, looking at your dizzied form.

"Mmhm, are you okay?" you ask, the feeling of throwing up going away.

She nods, letting you cling onto her as she hugs you tight.

"You're so weak," she teases.

"Says the one who screamed more from a pretzel being thrown in her face than the actual ride."

She smacks you, but nonetheless, still holds you tight to her chest.

Mason looks at the floor, and claps, turning happy, “My sandal!”

Everyone is groaning, Melissa is snorting and looking sick while Devyn and Jasmine shove their hands through the little amount of pretzels left in their bag.

You’re not surprised when everyone busts out laughing, pointing at the pictures of you on the rollercoaster. The first one, Devyn and Jasmine were making peace signs while somehow being able to do the slightest pose, Mason’s shoe is flying and you can see his mouth wide open with one foot barefoot, Melissa is smiling with cotton candy in her mouth, and you and Jenna are screaming and clinging onto each other.

The next one gets more chaotic, with Jasmine and Devyn looking horrified, the whole picture has pretzels flying and hits Jenna and you square in the head. Yet, the frame only catches Jenna’s face being smacked while you’re posing with your hands and blowing a kiss.

You’re laughing so hard, everyone is buying the photos, you can’t stop laughing as Jenna screams from the horror.

“How did they only take a picture when the pretzel gets to me?" She groans.

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jennaortega i don't know how that little girl managed to hide all her bad photos on my phone but melissa took a photo of her falling asleep on my shoulder, i did not cheat! cancel!! @y/n_l/n

jasminsavoy: little? girl, you're the size of a strawberry.

↳ jennaortega: fuck you respectfully

y/n_l/n: NO i was sleeping because filming was so long

↳ jennaortega: yeah and you decided to sleep on my shoulder, do you know how heavy your head is?

↳ y/n_l/n: meanie

jennasorange: I love you Jenna please notice me

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jackchampion: I saw you looking at y/n's cards

↳ jennaortega: no you didn't

↳ jackchampion: actually i did 🤓☝️

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It was a little after sunset, where outside is painted a blue and purple sky.

“To a long day of maintaining our sanity for today’s long duration of filming!” Devyn says, raising her drink.

“To a long day of maintaining our sanity!” Everyone else cheers, you bring your drinks up and clank them with one another before downing it.

You liked it like this. Having parties every Friday with your scream cast. They were your family, most times you’d have sleepovers, play card games, video games, gossip. Silly photos were taken, and these polaroids were always hung on your wall of memories, Melissa holding her puppy while doing a bridge gymnastic pose, risking her skull from literally cracking.

You take the sip of beer in your hands, with a wide smile on your face. It’s nice knowing you have a group that you can easily fit in, you don’t have to think to speak, you can just do it freely.

A few minutes turn into an hour.

Melissa turns to you, pointing at you and smiling, "You're going to be the first one to get wasted, your cheeks are all pink."

"No their not!" You retaliate, a small slur to your words as you lean on the couch for balance.

"Right," Jasmine says, sarcastically as Jack and Mason are screaming at each other.

"Jack no! If you take that one off then the whole tower will fall! We can't lose!" Mason screams, the Jenga tower tilting.

You giggle.

You catch sight of Jenna and you throw your arms up, stumbling to her while slurring her name slightly, "Jennaaaa, where were youu?"

The brunette looks at you, confusion shown in her futures as she looks at your tiny self, looking up at her and tugging at the collar of her shirt. Your eyes sparkle.

"You're seriously already a little drunk?" She questions, amused as you groan and shake your head, "Noo, shut 'p. You're drunk tooo Jennifer. I literally am not drunk, I know waaht m doing."

"Right, right."

"Jennifer, kiss my forehead,"

"If you call me Jennifer one more time I swear to-"

"Jellybean?"

Jenna rolls her eyes, hugging you and kissing your forehead, "Love you," she murmurs.

"I love you tooo."

She sits you down to the couch where you get the sight of Mason, Jack, Melissa, and Liana are battling each other in Jenga.

"I'm not drunk, I just drank a little, I'm perfectly fine," she states. You don't say anything, instead distract yourself with the large jacket draped over her, you tug it, "I'm cold, give me that."

Jenna looks down at you, trying to take off her jacket, "Hey! What if I'm cold too?"

"Can we share?"

Jenna sighs, rolling her eyes, "Come here," you nestle into her as the jacket plays as a blanket.

It's not enough to cover the two of you, so she throws it into her bag and grabs a large blanket and lays it on the floor. The hollers of the Jenga crew grow loud as the tower tumbles over because of Jack.

"I TOLD YOU NOT TO DO THAT ONE IT WAS GOING TO FALL"

"OH YEAH, oops. I forgot." Jack says, putting his hands up in surrender.

The blanket is huge, it can fit at least 4 people.

"Hey Melissa, over here, let's turn into a burrito or something." The taller Latina that's non-occupied looks at you two, seeing the way you're already laying on the blanket, ready to be wrapped up.

You're squished in the middle as Melissa giggles and Jenna begins to roll over and wrap you 3 in the blanket.

"Oh my god," you three roll till the blanket space runs out, now you guys are cuddled, nestling into each other.

Cozy for sure, all of their arms are wrapped around you and each other as you close your eyes, getting comfortable.

"I hate you two," Jenna murmurs, both you and Melissa go "me too" before you two are silent.

"No you don't," you slur, "You love us."

"I don't, I love you guys," she giggles, and you and Melissa smile, hugging each other and letting the sound of music from the party echoing in your ears.

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a/n: didn't know how to make them confess, so the ending is kind of suggested that they did? hopefully that's okay<3

[sugarlywhispers]

the fall | b.katsuki - prohero!reader goes undercover

☆– warnings; heart breaking ANGST, a bit of comfort, not a happy ending or well, it is, just not the one you expect, vulnerable!Bakugou Katsuki.

☆– a.n; i don’t know how many times i have deleted, rewritten, deleted again and rewritten again this piece lmao i consider it a win the fact that i just finished it xD also, i don't know if this will have a continuation… thou there’s a high chance that it does because i loved the way it ended lol enjoy <3

If Bakugou Katsuki could be properly honest he would openly admit that being a Pro Hero sucked , approximately eight times out of ten. Mostly it wasn't for the times injuries went worse than expected or felt worse as time progressed and the getting old finally settled in the bones. If he could be entirely open about it, the worst part was when a hero had to take undercover work.

Bakugou hates it. He hates it so much, he could quit. And that was a realization that unsettled him, because this was what he had dreamt about since he was a shitty brat kid: kick shitty villains asses from left to right.

But he got to actually accept and admit this particular annoying, and again, shitty fact, his resentment about that specific part of the job, when it was your turn. When you had to go undercover, and so deep into it, that it had been two years… two fucking years, since he got any news about you.

How fucking dared you. He was–is your best friend, right? Then why not send him even a simple 'I'm okay, still alive' message. Not even a quick phone call where he could at least hear your breathing; he would know it's you, because he knew everything about you. Well–not everything as he would like to. But he was your friend, you had confided in him plenty of times, you had been his partner since you were a little brat from UA doing your internship and he was the newbie Hero in charge of you. You have been through good and shit together. Was it too difficult to just let him know you were fine, fucking alive? Were your new surroundings too dangerous for you to not give any signs of life to any of your friends? If it was dangerous, why the fuck haven't him, or Red Riot or even shitty Deku, been sent to help you?!

Bakugou took another deep breath, face laying over the stinky bar table, hand holding a glass of something he couldn't fucking remember Ejirou said it was. Probably a shot of tequila with lemonade, given the strong flavor in his mouth. Fuck, he wished it was something way more stronger, like firewisky or some shit like that.

"Mina was right. You do look like trash," shitty hair smiled, knowingly and even mockingly at him, which infuriated Katsuki more.

"Shut up, ass." He wasn't drunk, but he wished he was. Katsuki couldn't get drunk because he had patrols to run that same night, he was not an irresponsible asshole, no matter what and no matter who.

But he did wish he could drink himself to sleep. He hadn't been sleeping quite well lately– or more like over two fucking years. Katsuki sighs. He knows he is exaggerating. He knows you. You don't need him to worry about you, you can definitely take care of yourself and he has witnessed how capable you are of it plenty of times already. Damn, you once even kicked his ass for being a jerk– he won't admit it, but that was the day he actually started seeing you more than just a friend. Coincidentally, it was three days before you had to go undercover. What a bitch of luck.

"Todoroki said they were going to scout some of us to go look after her," that brought Bakugou's attention back, sitting up straight and looking directly at his best friend's serious expression on his face.

"I'm in."

Kirishima sighs, "I don't think that's a good idea."

"Fuck you. I'm going..." Katsuki begins his protest but Ejirou doesn't let him continue.

"Katsuki!" Both friends look at each other's eyes for a moment without saying anything. Until Kirishima confirms out loud, "You love her."

The blond stays silent, not admitting or denying it, looking at his best friend's eyes that turned completely professional and determining.

"I will go." He presses firmly and with no room open for discussion, which makes Kirishima sigh.

The red head looks down at the glass he is holding with his drink, a cocktail that had a bit of ron and orange juice, as he plays for a moment with his fingers around it. He takes a sip of it, and after he puts the glass back on the table, he looks back at Katsuki's eyes and says, "I'm not here to invite you to go. I'm just being your fucking best friend in letting you know about this."

Bakugou growls looking elsewhere but his best friend, annoyed that he lost the discussion. He knows by Kirishima's stance and words he is not fucking going, and it innervates him.

He really doesn't want to think about it now. He doesn't want to think about you . He doesn't want to worry yet all he does is worry . For you. For your wellbeing. For the situations you probably have gone through, alone. Not with him around to take every blast he could for you. Not with him to kick some sense in that stubborn head of yours, and vice-versa.

Fuck. He worries so fucking much it is already affecting his head, his performance in battles, his everything. Katsuki had even taken more work than he should trying to keep his mind busy to not think about you.

Kirishima knows. He had known all the bullshit Katsuki was building up inside him for a while now. He always knew when something was off with his best friend. So he invited him to have some light drinks so they could talk a bit, even though that is the least thing Bakugou would ever do. Especially about his feelings. However, Kirishima knows. He has always known.

And he was not letting his friend alone to drown in his feelings.

Bakugou looks at his friend when he feels his hand grab his shoulder. The intensity in Ejirou's eyes makes Katsuki's throat tighten.

"I will bring her back."

"I'm-..."

The explosion makes the ground tremble, and it was enough to sober Bakugou and Kirishima up.

They don't hesitate to run out of the bar and towards the place where it came, where also everyone seemed to run away from. It took them less than three minutes to arrive and both of them sigh in relief when they see they aren't the only heroes at the scene, as even Deku was already there in his costume, holding at least four villains under him. Uravity was close, she had at least ten floating in the air with her Quirk, and was setting one by one on the ground again as another hero would catch and restrain them, before guiding them towards the police cars. The scene is pretty much under control, so that makes Katsuki relax a bit.

Ejirou moves to action, offering help wherever he could. Him and Katsuki walk towards Deku, helping him with the four under him that are struggling forcefully.

Deku smiles thankfully to his friends.

"There's the bitch," says the one Ejirou is holding from the back of his shirt.

"She's fucking dead," threatens the one Katsuki is holding, which makes him angrily manhandle the scum.

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Fuck you, hero!"

Katsuki doesn't have time nor the patience for this, so he doesn't care when he pushes the villain inside the car way more forcefully than he should.

Deku comes running to them as the cars take their way, and he says hopefully, "Have you seen Y/N?"

Katsuki's entire being ignites at the mention of your name. The thought of just seeing you again makes something move inside his gut that is annoyingly satisfying.

"She's back?" Katsuki hates how hopeful his own voice sounded.

"Y-yes?" Izuku frowns, "Wait, you didn't know?" He looks at both friends perplexed.

"Know what?" Ejirou asks this time.

Izuku sighs. "This villain group was a big one that settled in America, where Y/N went undercover. They were planning to attack this base intending to rob the machine that scientists were creating that apparently could send someone to the past. This group wanted to go back in time to erase the source of Quirks, so they could control everything."

An unpleasant chill went down Katsuki's back.

"Y/N has been undercover all this time, working and proving herself so she could get in… She even got in the higher ranks so they would trust her and she could fakely guide them here, where there's nothing but a handful of heroes hiding in this abandoned building ready to catch them."

Deku sounds proud, which Katsuki could comprehend. Not that he would admit that out loud. But wait, that means…

"How do you know this?"

"She hasn't been in contact directly with me, Kacchan, but my agency has been in this case since the beginning and there were loops where she could send information. She couldn't be close to anything or anyone from here or she could have been in a huge danger. But one of my sidekicks has also been undercover with her. He was the loop. From what he told us, she climbed very high; with a Quirk like hers, I'm not surprised she was the only strongest in there. I wonder if-..." Deku went on and on with his mumbling in fascination with Quirks.

Katsuki rolls his eyes. He really doesn't have time to listen to him. He wants to find you, so he simply walks away in search of you.

Two years. It had been two years.

He ends up running towards the entrance of the building, looking around, eyes searching desperately for a sight of you. Heroes and villains around made it a bit difficult, coming and going, running and catching.

Until he finally sees you at a distance.

You are standing there, on the side of the scene, watching as every villain gets taken by some hero and put into custody of the police. The wind around is making your hair float to the side. You have dyed its color, which makes Katsuki think that no matter the color, you still look beautiful. You are beautiful, end of sentence.

But the expression on your face isn't the one of a Hero enjoying victory.

The villains were shouting stuff, and it isn't until he actually pays attention to what they are saying that makes him groan in anger. Why? Because they were shouting swears and threats at you.

And you simply stand there, not responding and receiving everything they throw at you. That makes Katsuki frown. You have never been that cold, that quiet against villains. Where was your fire? Your hatred towards those scumbags-good-for-nothing?

But then your head faced forward, in the direction towards where he was standing. Bakugou's entire being is shaking in anticipation, hoping, thriving for this reunion. Then he sees your eyes. Eyes that were colder than ice. Eyes that showed only a glance of how broken your soul was. And it hurts Katsuki's own heart to see you like that.

Your eyes didn't seem to recognize him at first. Like you were seeing a very distant and almost forgotten thought, a memory that had been pushed to the deepest part of your mind and now just watching him made your brain hurt while trying to figure out the memory.

You then realize it's him , your eyebrows shooting up in surprise and you smile slightly. A smile that doesn't reach your eyes. It is the kind of smile that means "cool to see you, but not very happy about it".

Your eyes go back to the scene, smile wiped from your face and the stoic, cold expression back on your whole being.

"It's The Fall," Deku suddenly appeared next to Katsuki, making the blond jump a little, which he faked it like he was just changing the weight of his body from one foot to the other.

"The fucking what?" Katsuki asks, a bit pissed that he got caught off guard.

"The Fall. When heroes go undercover, they have to pretend to be somebody else," Katsuki rolls his eyes exasperated.

"I fucking know what undercover means, Deku."

"You're not listening, Kacchan!" Deku turns to him, looking quite serious. "The Fall happens when the hero has to return, has to stop pretending to be someone else. And then, they find themselves with the question of whether whomever they were pretending to be was their real self or not."

Katsuki gulps. "I didn't-..."

"Of course you didn't, Kacchan. You have always been you. Fight or die. Hell, I even didn't, because I have always only wanted to be a Hero. But not everyone-..."

"Oh fuck," the blond swears, finally realizing. 

You are in a limbo. In trying to remember who you were, who you are and not; what you should do and not. The Fall was winning over you, as you suddenly moved to help a woman that apparently was on your villain team.

Katsuki doesn't waste time. He runs towards you, picking you up by the waist and walking away from the scene, towards the small alley next to the building, as Deku recaptures the other woman.

"Y/N!" He tries to reason with you as you start to kick him, arms and legs swinging in the air to try and catch him, hit him with all your might. "It's me! It's Bakugou! Katsuki!" You are screaming, not stopping to struggle, as he drags you away from everyone that could see.

"LET GO OF ME, YOU FUCKING HERO –..."

You stop every movement and scream as you realize what you just said. He finally gets to circle his arms around your chest, yours trapped under his big ones. Katsuki is breathing heavily. Fuck, he had forgotten how strong you could get.

"Hero," he repeats in your ear as you settle and relax a bit in his arms. Your back pressed to his chest, his arms holding you strongly. "I'm a Hero, Dynamight, Ground Zero," he said, "Great Explosion Murder God," he tries to joke, his throat tight and almost closed with emotions he was trying to hold back –this is not the moment for them–, saying whatever he could to help your memory remember him, "It's me, Y/N, Katsuki … Your 'Tsuki."

Sillence. Only your rapid intakes of breaths are heard between you two. Still, he doesn't dare to let you go. He feels like if he does, you will slip from in between his fingers like liquid, droplets of water impossible to tame or hold back. If he let you go, you are going to fucking disappear, like smoke impossible to catch, and fly very far away from him to never return.

Bakugou Katsuki is not willing to lose you again.

Your body starts to tremble as you sob, as you cry with all your might in Katsuki's arms. And his heart breaks for you.

"Shh , it's okay. I've got you, love. I'm here…" He soothes you, hands and arms holding you tight against his chest as you cry loudly. His hands start to caress the skin of your arms as he kept whispering into your ear.

Your cries are so intense and painful to hear for him, breaking every piece of his heart for you. He can feel your legs giving up, so he kneels with you on the dirty ground, not letting you go from his arms for even a second.

You suddenly turn in his arms, facing him. Yours surround Katsuki's neck and you hug him strongly, " Katsuki," you cry in his neck, and he wishes he was able to physically take the pain you're feeling right now and throw it very far away. Or even if he had the choice to trade it with you, he would. He would carry your pain, your sorrows, your everything, for you.

"I'm here. I'm here," he repeats as you cry, softly caressing your back with his hands.

Katsuki doesn't know how much time you waited there –now sitting on the ground, his back against a wall while you sat all curled up against his chest and in between his legs– but he notices everything is done and over when Deku peeks from a corner, holding his thumb up in sign that probably everyone had gone from the place. The blond nods, and Deku takes that as a sign that he could get close. His movements slow, careful to not startle you, put you still tense in Bakugou's arms when you hear footsteps.

"It's Izuku, love." Katsuki doesn't know where he learnt to be this careful and cozy with people, he thinks it's your fault. You have been the one who taught him so many things, that it actually doesn't surprise him when his big ass hands caress carefully and softly your head, reassuring you on that touch that it's okay to let go of him a bit. "Midoriya Izuku?" He tries his friend's real name, the one name he is sure you would be glad to hear–apart from his. But you simply respond by grabbing Katsuki harder, not letting go. "Hero Deku? Or… shitty Deku," he feels his chest puff in satisfaction when you try to hide your smile against his chest.

"Ha. Ha. Funny Kacchan…" Deku says, sitting on the ground right in front of you. Very different from you, Katsuki can not hide his own smile –not that he would even try to, which makes Deku roll his eyes and also smile. "How are you feeling, Y/N-chan?"

You exhale deeply; the long, tired sigh being answer enough, but you still say, "Like… all of this is a dream. Everything feels… surreal .” You gulp, finally pulling away a bit from Katsuki. He simply let you, hand still caressing your back in confort. “Like I’ll wake up any moment and be laying on the mattress on the floor in that one room apartment I live–used to… live.”

They both notice your slip as you frown and slide a hand through your lock in a clear frustrated sign.

“I don’t know… what’s fact and what’s fake anymore… I…” The tears fill your eyes once again, your hand now grabbing the beginning of your hair. Katsuki immediately grabs your wrist trying to make you let go. “I feel angry and sad… I feel devastated by what happened… But I also feel relief, and– I don’t know what’s the correct way to feel. I don’t fucking know who I am anymore!”

Katsuki hugs you again, rocking from side to side and hushing, whispering that everything is going to be okay.

He feels Izuku’s eyes on him, on both of you. And even if the fucker hasn’t said anything yet, Bakugou knows. FUCK. He fucking knows what his best friend is going to do. So he closes his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. Fighting his own tears back.

But he can’t hold them longer after he opens them and sees Aizawa standing at a distance. Waiting patiently. Katsuki hugs you tighter.

“Y/N-chan…” Izuku says, his gloved hand pressing on your shoulder to get your attention. “You need help. Until everything settles back into you, you need someone that can help you with this. Do we agree?”

You nod, crying and sniffing as you pull away again, and this time is Katsuki’s turn to not want to let you go. His arms grab you stronger for a moment as he hides his face on your neck.

He doesn’t want to let you go. He just got you back. He has so much to say and do and prove. He doesn’t fucking want to let you go again.

Katsuki is in denial, he knows. And he also knows he is the most selfish bastard alive for not wanting to let you go so you can properly heal. But everything he has gone, without you, and now having a little taste of getting you back, whether that be even half of you… FUCK! He definitely sounds like the most egotistic, selfish motherfucker of all.

When he’s about to finally let you go, he feels your hand tangle in the back of his head in his hair. And when his eyes find yours, he sees it. He sees the need you have of him, the sadness, the joy, the kindness, everything… He sees the want, the care, the despair . So many emotions it’s even difficult for him to maintain eye contact.

And he sees it. The love…

“If there's something I haven’t forgotten is how I feel about you. But you don't deserve the me of right now…” He shakes his head in denial, his hands holding your face and cleaning your tears with his thumbs. “I will get better… I will come back for you.”

You smile at him, and a simple action hasn't hurt so much as this. Like someone stabbed him with a knife on his chest, right where his heart is. And he’s left there, bleeding towards his death as you caress his cheek delicately one more time and stand up and walk crying towards your old teacher.

Katsuki knows it is for your health and wellbeing, but who’s going to convince his heart that this isn’t again the last time he sees you? That you will come back, that you will look for him in your return.

He brings his knees towards his chest, arms hugging them and hiding his face there. And Katsuki cries. Like a child.

He feels Izuku’s movement to sit next to him as one of his arms surround his shoulder, and he has never been grateful enough to the nerd for being the fucking best friend he has ever had.

Bakugou Katsuki doesn’t look at you parting, walking away from him. He can’t.

But he wishes he had.

[jimraisedmeup]

TOCK // 1.2 - just like honey

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

SEQUEL TO TICK

Masterlist: for this Eddie Munson series

Rating: mature (angst, language)

Word Count: 2300

A/N: here it is! it might be confusing at first, jumping between events in different years. bear with me! this sequel will take place mostly in 1986, but also a lot in 1985.

also i know i keep repeating myself so i'm super sorry ;3 but please let me know if there's an issue with the taglist! some of the links only like to work when they want to. bleh

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Listen to the girl As she takes on half the world Moving up and so alive In her honey dripping beehive Beehive It's good, so good, it's so good So good

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May 25, 1985 - memorial day weekend 

"Room 32," the greasy-haired clerk grumbled. "It's around back. On the north side." 

He was wholly uninterested as he slapped a key onto the countertop between you and him.

He didn't even bother to look at you over his magazine. You huffed, sticking your tongue out at him as he wasn’t looking. You knew it was childish, but for some reason it made you feel better at that moment.

What made you feel even better was the soft ding of the lobby door as you strode out into the warm May air. A vague sense of freedom hung over your consciousness.

Tossing your duffel bags over your shoulder, you held your chin high as you made your way to your assigned room. You passed a couple housekeeping carts and plucked an extra bar of soap from one.

A shady motel on the outskirts of Hawkins, Indiana, spread out before you. Endless possibilities now. You weren't entirely sure why you were here.

But… the motel was the last place anyone would expect you to be. And something nagging at you whispered you needed to be in town, even if it was on the sketchy side of it.

It had been one entire year since your father sent you away that awful day.

Where was everyone? From your old life… Jesus, it seemed like it was ages ago and not just a year. You hadn't had any contact with anyone from Hawkins besides bits and pieces from your father.

Not even Robin.

Stomach turning over as quick as the grubby key in the door of your room, you bolted straight for the bathroom, scattering your bags along the way. You didn't pay much attention to your new surroundings as you focused on keeping your vomit in the toilet.

"Fuck, stupid bitch, get your ass together." You rubbed your eyes harshly, spitting into the porcelain bowl. "I told you this would happen."

You had picked up a couple of habits while you were gone for the past year. Talking to yourself like a madwoman was one of them. 

"Damn you, Hawkins."

Finally getting a grip on your nerves and blocking out the extreme anxiety, you cleaned yourself off and went back into the bedroom. It was a little dated, but clean enough. You opted for keeping the door slightly open to let some of the fresh air inside.

One of the housekeepers passed by the open door then, rolling her cart towards the rooms down the way. 

The woman made brief eye contact with you, and you noticed her short dark hair and porcelain skin that was littered with tattoos. You twitched a bit at the attention, shrugging off the housekeeper's odd gaze.

Dusty sunlight shone in through the windows and the doorway, illuminating the room as you unzipped your bags.

A miniscule amount of clothes compared to what you used to have. A dainty toiletry bag. Quite few books, but you dug around for one in particular. 

You flipped through the beloved pages of Great Expectations, searching, making sure nothing had fallen out of it on the long bus ride back to your hometown.

A photograph was tucked inside a specific page - it was old, tattered. Two little girls, their hair highlighted blonde by time spent in the sun during their childhood. They could have been twins with their bright, hopeful eyes. You read aloud the quote on the page that was circled with a dying ink pen.

“'Life is made of so many partings welded together.'”

It was like a ritual, looking at the photographs, then reading the quotes. A ritual that kept you sane throughout the past year.

A different page, a different photograph. This one was more recent, a Polaroid of a tattooed boy laying down, almost completely nude, on his bed. You sucked in a quick breath at the sight of the guitar in his hands.

You whispered the marked quote on the page his photo was bookmarked to.

“'Suffering has been stronger than all other teaching, and has taught me to understand what your heart used to be. I have been bent and broken, but - I hope - into a better shape.'”

You set the book down gently on the nightstand.

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Walking back to you Is the hardest thing that I can do That I can do for you For you

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After thoroughly inspecting your new temporary home and organizing your belongings, you decided to go for a walk into town.

You felt slightly pathetic for being eighteen and not having a car. Saving money was important to you, though, what little you had left. Buying a vehicle wasn't on your immediate to-do list. You had two strong feet that could carry you anywhere you needed to go for now - at least until winter time.

Not really knowing what else to do, your footsteps led you out onto the road, in the direction of downtown Hawkins. You pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one expertly.

Yet another habit you had picked up along your tumultuous year.

Maybe if you could land a job, you could save for a car, or maybe a real home of your ow-

BEEP… BEEP, BEEP.

Like a bolt of shiny blue lightning, a dumbass hot rod car flew past you, horn blaring aggressively. Dried leaves and freshly mowed grass clippings flew up around you in its wake.

"What in the actual fuck!"

Your knee-jerk reaction was to hold up two middle fingers in the air, holding your lit smoke between your lips. You could only hope the driver of the flashy car could see your display of vulgarity in their rear view mirror.

You weren't sure which was more fitting: almost getting run over within your first hour of being back in Hawkins, or flipping the bird to the reckless Camaro, which might as well have been the perfect mascot for all the shitheads in town.

You stopped for a moment, shoulders dropping. Taking a deep breath, you reminded yourself that you were free now. 

Free from your parents. Free from anyone telling you what to do, or where to go. Free from the place that felt like a prison, the disgusting place that you had only fled from a month before…

"No, don't think about that," you mumbled to yourself. Not today.

Not even almost getting sideswiped by a car could take away the relief that you felt in your chest.

It swelled with a tiny bubble of hope that maybe, just maybe, you could take the fucked up cards you'd been dealt and throw them back into the face of the grinning dealer.

Your nerve-wracked brain could only handle one thing at a time. You picked destructively at your cuticles, looked around for more insane drivers, and continued to walk.

First thing's first - you needed a job.

It was beginning to get quite hot outside as you finally descended upon the main square of town. Cars rolled casually through the streets, some people passed by you, chatting happily amongst themselves.

You fanned your warm face, then shielded your eyes from the bright sun as you looked up at the clocktower. Half hour until noon.

You took your time wandering around. As you filled out applications at a few places, including the drugstore and the pizza joint, you suddenly realized something was different about town.

Most of the shops in the main square, the usually bustling downtown Hawkins, were closed down. Empty storefronts were everywhere.

Your breath caught in your throat as your gaze fell upon the old diner. 

It was empty with a "for sale" sign in the dusty, cracked window. But all you could see was the exact booth where you sat, so long ago, with a brown-eyed boy on a winter's day.

…so, I've recently come into some money…

You blinked rapidly, trying to force your eyes away from the diner and the memories threatening to flood your thoughts.

…ten whole dollars to be exact… what do you think about grabbing some hot chocolate?

An anxiety induced coughing fit hit you like a freight train, choking you for a moment. You leaned against the brick wall of the old diner for support while you gripped your sweating chest.

"For the love of God, please don't make me do the Heimlich maneuver to a stranger, at noon, on a damn Tuesday." 

The deep, urgent voice appeared in your personal space, a heavy hand hitting you on the back. "C'mon, kid, cough it up."

You looked up through watery eyes to see Chief Jim Hopper.

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I'll be your plastic toy I'll be your plastic toy For you

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Upon lifting your face, Hopper’s scowl dropped and his blue eyes softened.

"Aren't you one of the Buckley daughters?"

You could feel tears on your cheeks from the brutal coughing fit. You quickly used the back of your hand to wipe them away, standing upright to face the older man.

"Maybe. What’s it to you?"

The tone that was expelled from your mouth was rude. Your stony exterior came naturally, as it always did before. But now, after everything you had been through, your walls were reinforced, impenetrable.

Hopper rolled his eyes and turned away from you, apparently not up for taking bullshit from a teenage girl. You jogged after him.

"Wait a second, will you? I actually have a question." 

You were barely keeping up with his long strides as he walked in the direction of the drugstore you had just applied at.

"I'm kinda busy, kid, so talk while we walk. Especially since I know you were just fake choking and not actually choking." 

You could hear the smirk on his face though you couldn't see it.

You laughed sarcastically. "I could have been bleeding out on the sidewalk and everyone knows you and your useless officers wouldn't do a damn thing."

You noticed his shoulders tense up at the insult, but he kept walking.

"So," you continued. "Why are all the stores closed around here?"

Hopper finally paused and glanced at you, eyes narrowing. "How long have you been gone? Are you just now coming back to Hawkins?"

Feet shuffling awkwardly, you immediately wondered how Hopper knew you had left in the first place. You had maybe spoken to the Chief once before... maybe your father bragged to everyone about how he finally got rid of his psychopath daughter. 

"Uh... yeah. It's been like a year," you mumbled.

The expression on his face was weird. It struck you in an uncomfortable way, like he knew a lot more about you than you were aware of. 

But the strangely affectionate look disappeared as quickly as it came, replaced with his usual professional frown and furrowed brows.

"Starcourt Mall."

"Excuse me?"

"They built a new shopping mall. That's why all the mom and pop shops are going out of business."

"Oh."

"Yeah. There’s your answer. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have business to attend to in the drugstore." And then Hopper was gone.

You lingered for a moment, watching the Chief of Police strike up conversation with a petite, dark-haired woman at the drugstore counter. When they both turned their heads to look at you, you quickly ran off.

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Eating up the scum Is the hardest thing for Me to do

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Back at the motel, the housekeeper knocked on Room 32. 

When she received no answer, she used her master key to unlock the door, a stack of towels tucked under her arm.

"Housekeeping!" she exclaimed cheerfully, her customer service voice ringing out in the room. It came naturally after working at the motel for so long.

The room was indeed empty. The girl looked around briefly before setting the clean towels atop the dresser.

Before exiting the room, the dark-haired girl spotted a pitiful copy of Great Expectations on the bedside table. She didn't see much else besides a couple of half-empty duffle bags on the bed, and she knew better than to go through people's bags.

But she recalled glancing into this room earlier that morning - the young woman that had just checked in. Why did she look so familiar?

She couldn't help herself when she saw pictures sticking out of the pages of the old book, almost like bookmarks. Her curiosity got the best of her. Maybe the woman's name was written inside the cover?

The housekeeper glanced towards the door, almost to check if she might get caught, then peeked inside the book.

She wasn't fazed by the faded photo of two little girls. For a moment, she felt bad for snooping. It seemed like maybe it was just a coincidence that the woman now residing in this room seemed so damn familiar. 

When she looked at the second photo, it hit her. 

A Polaroid.

Jealousy ran like poison through her veins. She closed the book, carefully arranging it on the table so no one could tell she touched it.  

There was no mistaking it now - the young woman who had just checked into Room 32 was the same one in the photos hidden underneath Eddie Munson's mattress. 

The bed that the housekeeper, Katrina, spent so much of her time in.

Katrina had always done her best to pretend that the photos didn't exist, along with the mysterious red envelope. She hated that she was nosy enough to find them in the first place. Eddie would likely stop seeing her if he knew how much of a snoop she was.

When she had asked Eddie about his ex-girlfriends one night, he simply said just one, and that she's gone.

But you weren't gone. You were right here, in Room 32, back in Hawkins.

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Just like honey Just like honey Just like honey Just like honey

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(song lyrics credit: "Just Like Honey" by The Jesus and Mary Chain)

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[glassrowboat]

Yellow Ribbon. Albedo.

Summary: Sometimes when you want to do something for someone else, to let them know they are in your mind, in your heart, in your soul, it's harder than the way you imagined it going. Words tumbling out of you in a jumbled mess as a gift is held in your hand. Would he see this is because you love him?

Word count: 1,800+

Authors note: Just pure fluff really so enjoy

So, maybe this was a bad idea.

It seemed like a lightbulb had gone off in your head the first time the thought occurred, a ding and suddenly light would be shining over even the deepest crevices of your brain, not much unlike a cartoon. Now though it was hard to tell. Though it's hard to tell much of anything with The sound of teeth chattering blocking out every thought that wasn't about how damn cold it is up here.

Dragonspine truly is the devil's anus.

“I told you you didn't have to follow me up here,” a voice called out. Soft and understanding despite the fact the owner of said voice himself seemed unphased by the bite in the air. Short sleeves in this weather? It was enough to make anyone believe Albedo was eccentric. Though meeting him would do much the same.

“I'm getting tired of hearing that.” It's been the third time already and it was beginning to get annoying. No matter how soothing a person's voice is it loses its effect once they start repeating themselves as if they were a parrot.

“And I can hear you shivering.”

Well, someone's not afraid to call you out, but your entire goal for coming up here has yet to be achieved. Even as the snow crunched with every step Albedo took up here to the white dusted laboratory as you tried to step in the indents his footfalls left behind you couldn't do it. Not when anxiety was such a bitch that it kept that pretty box teetering on the tip of your finger rather than being passed along to its intended recipient. The soft blue paper something you picked on a whim to wrap the box up with when Marjorie held it up asking if you wanted the item wrapped up.

But reasonably speaking, how could you not when it was the same color as his eyes?

So even with the sun high in the sky during what was supposed to be a bright, warm day, you sat on a wooden seat that creaked with every move trying to figure out if the reason you couldn't move was something as plain as simple nerves or hypothermia.

What a great guessing game.

Maybe you just just say somethi- “I'm curious about that item you're carrying around. You have been fiddling with it for a good half hour now.” Or you don't have to be the one to start the conversation. That works.

“Timing me now?”

“Well, your constant shifting has proved to distract me from my experiment. It seems,” Albedo picked up the stack of papers he had been reading over, your eyes barely catching a name and scrawled out words in messy handwriting before Albedo set it back down, “I cannot focus with you like this. So let us address this now.”

Wow, the clear favoritism. “Poor Timaeus put in so much work in that report for you though, and you're just putting it to the side over little old me? I'm using this information to blackmail you later.”

“I can handle this later, but if you insist, feel free.” Yeah, maybe you should have expected him to be so unphased by that. “As for now?”

Even with the boards of wood laid out on the ground in his not so formal laboratory up here, the snow kicked up with each step he took closer to you. White powder covering the base of his boots. His thigh high boots, specifically. Something anyone would have to take a moment to appreciate. Anyways- “I can see where your eyes are going, dear.”

“No, you don't.”

His hand grasped the blanket wrapped around your shoulders, tugging it tighter around you as he bent down to your height in the chair. It was almost funny how Albedo tried his best not to touch the box as he did so, purely focusing on keeping that fluffy warmth wrapped around you. “If you say so. Is this satisfactory?”

“I have no clue how you're so unaffected by this weather.” That is, unless he finally finished that potion he had left half finished months ago. Something about keeping people warm even in the most frigid of places. Some say a shot would do the job just as well.

“Personally, my mind is more focused on what you have been toying with than the cold.”

Well some of us have this thing called heat sensors. “Good to know that I have your interest, though I'd much prefer it on something like a date. Maybe a picnic or we can watch Klee blow up a lake.”

A chuckle fell from his lips at your words, one that even despite your best efforts, had you leaning in closer just to hear that sweet pitch a little clearer. A little closer. A little louder. It's only natural to seek out something you're interested in, right? “I can't say I want to clean up that mess today. Maybe Monday?”

“Monday then. I'm holding you to that. If I don't hear a bomb going off and her cheerful little voice exclaiming ‘(y/n) look here’ then we're going to have a talk, buddy.”

“I will gladly talk with you as much as you like.”

Ignoring that for the sake of your heart, you grabbed his hand, peaking your own out of the wooly layer of warmth that you're wrapped up in. The blue box you've been debating over now placed in his hand, a soft contrast to the brown palm of his gloves and chilly air that seemed to tint everything a slight blue. It was enough to recall the last moment you two were up here, complaints about the cold on the tip of your tongue until he shared a little tidbit about how when the snow reflects the sun's light back to the atmosphere it is called a snow albedo.

“Just take it, it was for you anyway.”

“I suspected as much.” His fingers grazed over the box, the pattern one of polka dots as he examined it, like a new object of interest. It only stood to reason he'd scrutinize it so. “Thank you.”

“Just open it, I don't like you dallying over this.” It meant awkward silence just watching him, and as pretty as Albedo may be, that isn't exactly a great pass time when your heart is fluttering from the anxiousness the spur of ideas in your head was encouraging.

What if he didn't like it? What if it was presumptuous? What if the color was off? What if he does accept it but forgets about it when a new curiosity pokes up?

“You're so impatient all of a sudden.” Even with his teasing words Albedo pulled the lid off the box, pinching the cardboard as he lifted it up to reveal a charming yellow much like the tattoo, or birthmark as he liked to call it, on his neck. A silk ribbon raised up between them as Albedo lifted it from its confines, eyes focusing in on the charm hanging off the end. A citrine quartz held on by a string of gold.

“So,” you cleared your throat, trying to get rid of the raspiness the freezing air you have been breathing in left behind. “I know you have been…”

Start again, (Y/n).

“You and I both know what it's like to have our social batteries drained to their lowest point.” You have even seen him a couple of times having flipped the sign to his laboratory back In the knight headquarters to signify Albedo is going to be running experiments only for him to plop down on the couch, and with some insistence from you, use your lap as a pillow. In those moments, he truly looked angelic, a star on his skin and blond hair framing his face as the sun peeked through the open windows lighting up the space with its shining rays. “So I thought this would work. I went around and told a handful of the people we talk to the most that if you're wearing this ribbon it means you're fully charged and willing to talk. I hope that isn't," trying to find the right word you took a moment of pause until finally deciding on: "rude of me to do.”

And It could have been explained a lot better. Maybe you really should have spent some time before the bathroom mirror practicing this sad little spiel.

“You did that for me then? It is certainly practical.”

“That was kinda the point.” Taking the ribbon from his hands, with a good amount of struggle seeing as mittens aren't made to be worn for people trying to actually do anything, you slipped it through the metal band on his arm. Though you did have to ignore Albedo laughing at your attempt after the third try of doing so. At least he sat patiently, waiting for you to finish. “I just thought, well, I don't really know what I was thinking anymore.”

Maybe you were just hoping to ease that tired look in his eyes as someone prattled on when he clearly wanted out of a conversation.

“Then let me assure you of something. Ribbon on me or not, dear, you can always talk to me.”

“So you actually intend to use it?”

“You clearly put quite a bit of thought into this, having already explained it to the knights. How could I possibly ignore all that effort?”

Well, easily.

“(Y/n),” grabbing the corner of the blanket Albedo slid in next to you, his cold skin enough to have you squeamish and trying to pinch at him just for the small hope of mercy from the chill. Though you already knew he never would, not after being subjected to his cold feet every night. The fuckin- “I truly meant it when I said thank you. Not to mention, if this truly has been explained to a good number of the knights, this means I can take the ribbon off as Kaeya passes us by just to see his aghast expression.”

“I-” trying to keep from laughing, you dropped your head on his shoulder, the layering of the hood on his jacket a decent pillow for what that was worth- “You're a menace. And no one would believe me if I shared what you just said either! All they see is your impassive face and the nice way you treat your students.”

“I know, but that's alright. I much prefer this information to stay between us.”

“...So we're totally messing with Kaeya later, right?”

“In time. For now let us just stay here for a moment longer.”

Yeah, that doesn't sound bad, a moment longer. That will do. His cold skin didn't even bother you as much anymore as he slowly warmed up in your cocoon of blankets.

“Five more minutes, then I want off this blasted mountain.”

[flufallo]

Some random, out of context lines from only the best show in the world

"YOU are the brawn?"

"If she'd died last night, I'd have no problem with her being here!" "Well that got dark"

"We've met phychics before, but none as fit as you" "HAH. Did that work on girls back in the 80s?"

"Are you ready to talk to her shoes?"

"And those girls are staring..." "Mabye it's your outfit" *middle finger*

"I don't care how old you are. Go to bed"

"Well, I'm very open minded and also very concerned about bursting open" "honestly I just find her so charming"

"Are you insane?"

"so I'm a... Tree?"

"Cute? Thats offensive"

"It smells like dog shit in there"

"I'll make sure to jot that down in my journal of opinions I DO NOT GIVE A DAMN ABOUT"

"Luckily, love requires no logic"

"MONTY! JESUS! I'm tryna... Threaten some kids"

"Are you ready to talk to her shoes?"

"Fuck off, the kid had a sardine"

"E-yup"

"she's always... Changing outfits"

"Are you being threatening or is this a sexy choking?"

"weeee!"

"In my experience, uptight boys like a bit of rough play" "... Right" (my poor innocent Edwin has no idea what that means)

"Hello, um, cute little friend with the bow tie"

"Teethface, what the fuck?"

"I'm just a really old man who lives in a fish"

"Specificity is key"

*Girls react sword death* "was that good? Were you scared?" "Pff, no. The sword would of punctured the lung, leaving her *gasping noises* unable to scream. Not to mention the sheer amount of blood filling her mouth. Very disappointing girls"

"You guys are like a dead married couple on acid"

"Is that my left or your left?" "We have the same left!"

"No, it is the blue book on the top left corner" *picks up pink book* "does that look blue to you, Charles?"(Colour blind Charles yaas)

"Well, that's harsh. But also charmingly stubborn. Capricorn?"

"Were not living anywhere, because your not living"

"This detective work is much measure than it ever looked on scooby doo"

"Two boys can like like each other, you know. I have a lot of manga about it. It's very sweet, and explicit"

"Again, a handshake would suffice"

"Yes, your highness"

"What is a hand job?"

"Well have to investigate further into this Molly character"

"At least one of you is in school, right?"

"You've been spending a lot of time with that one... Monty... You... A lot of time?" "Hmm? Merely swapping books is all"

"Oh my fucking fuck"

"I thought you were like a meat robber or a meat pervert or something"

"If you need anything, just shout. But don't actually shout. It's a library"

"Are you always a woman, is Charles ever a woman, can you change your eyes and nose like Mr potato head, do you know who mr potato head is?"

"Your such a whore"

"You don't look like a walrus"

"this looks like the places in those fish stick commercials I like"

"Charles, be less British. Edwin, be less Edwin"

"oh no, it's porn. It's all just porn"

"there are 142 cats" "142? That's way off!" (It's four off)

"and when he gets back from hell, I'll be waiting. God, I am such a romantic I hate it!"

"do you and Charles.. um... Have a special friendship?" "We are best friends, if you must know." (Keep him innocent guys)

"have you seen a Victrola anywhere?" "What?"

"oh, I think I'm gonna be sick!" "You are a ghost, Charles. You cannot get sick"

"well, maybe karma's just a bitch"

"I heard they died in some gay suicide pact"

"I have never wanted to get back inside someone more" (out of context this one just sounds so wrong lmao)

"are you saying my ghost friend isn't going to die? Super, thanks."

[wylldebee]

Ye Olde Magick AU Part II: More Houses

As always: thank @books-n-guns for the existence of this AU :D Basic lore (and the first bunch of houses): X Without further ado, have some more houses~!

The Arryns: Wings, wings, wings. They have the most beautiful feathered wings you'll ever lay eyes on and back muscles because damn their wings are heavy. They need special oils and soaps, and are almost constantly grooming. And they have echo voices (X). If the song Hallelujah existed in ASOIAF they would own it. The skies of the Vale always has at least one Arryn or one of it's cadet houses The Boltons: Like books-n-guns says, they're vampires with an interest in blood magic. Legend says the Boltons actually used to be able to shed their whole skin—and I mean their whole skin—until one Bolton got into blood magic and suddenly vampires. The northern weather is perfect for them. The Mormonts: Werebears! Werebears! Werebears! You think Bear Island was named after the bears that inhabit it? No. It's the werebears of House Mormont. Were as wild looking as the Starks of old just bear themed; claws and teeth and fangs and thicker hair, and were generally bigger and stronger. Now they're just strong. Lady Maege Mormont can still crush a man's head between her hands.

The Tarths: Giants. For some reason the magic has been absent from their bloodline for a few years until Brienne was born. While not as big as her ancestors, Brienne is still big and has great strength. She didn't defeat those who had a bet on her maidenhead so much as she sent them flying. People held score cards. Loras was sweating in his armour and allowed Brienne to grapple him instead shut up you drunken archer of my family I allowed it because I didn't want to fucking die. The Hightowers: Flame hair. Think Hades from Hercules. It's safe to the touch and doesn't set anything on fire...unless the Hightower it's attached to wants it. Just like when they turn the beacon's fire green to call their bannerman, a Hightower's hair can turn green at will. Please imagine Alicent entering the room not only in her green dress, but with flickering green flame hair. The Baelishs: Fiery eyes. Look up Lucifer Morningstar red eyes and you get what I'm imagining, though the pupils are a glowing flame coloured. It's hard to look like a friendly and powerless man to be underestimated by all the high lords with these eyes, but Littlefinger manages it. The Greyjoys: Krackens. Honestly I'm just imagining a kracken version of Davey Jones from Pirates of the Caribbean. But they can only get that form when wet with seawater. Can remain in that form so long as a part of their body is still in seawater. Rare times does it skip a member of the family, so sorry Aeron. The Karstarks: Since they are a cadet branch of the Starks they also benefitted from the same wolf magic—however instead of fangs they've got the claws. Sharp and deadly, the Karstarks are best at being frontline fighters where even if they lose their swords they can still maul a bitch. No, seriously, they will maul someone with their claws. They have mauled people with their claws. Rumors say they use grindstones to keep their claws nice and sharp. The Freys: Trolls, specifically bridge trolls. And not the dependable kind that they used to be back in the day. Still having that weasel look to them, they have granite skin that makes normal swords break against them and above-human strength, thus still making them the most powerful bannermen of House Tully. The Reeds: Lizard-lions or frogs. Actually, nobody really knows what the Reeds are—not now or back in the past. Not even Ned knows what Howland Reed looked like because he kept his entire person covered from the top of his head to his hands to his feet. The only thing he saw was a super long tongue jab hard at Arthur's neck that killed the knight and save him. And that's what I've got for now. Again ideas of other houses are welcome!

[mega-ditto-3]

Mha fic ideas #24

This post by @chandralia reminded me of this idea I'd come up with forever ago.

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Bakugou and Midoriya get hit with an amnesia quirk. They get along surprisingly well, which shocks their classmates. The class tries to keep their past tension and angst a secret, but of course it gets out...

And do you know what happens?

They don't care.

They see themselves fighting against each other with so much pain and "hate" in their eyes and think: 'Wow. What a bunch of dramatic bitches.' They do not care. If anything, they're both amazed by how badass they look fighting together and try to recreate some of the moves they see.

Izuku, idly flipping through one of his journals to try to get his memories back, stops on one page and snorts. "Damn, Bakugou. You were kind of a dick in middle school."

Bakugou shrugs, "Who isn't?"

"No no, look at this entry. It's even got my tears on it."

Izuku turns the journal toward him, pointing at a specific paragraph. Bakugou's eyes widen as he gently takes the book from him.

"Wow." He says.

"I know right?"

"Is that why i called you Deku in the video? It's meant to be a shitty nickname? Wild."

"Is it weird I kind of like it? It's got a nice ring to it."

They basically just spend the entire time clowning their old selves and having fun with each other without the weight of their past to stop them from being best friends. Maybe even closer...

The class is VERY concerned.

Uraraka: "Uhm. I'm glad you two are getting along... But why are you holding hands?"

Izuku: "We're trying to create irrefutable evidence of our compatibility so our memory-selves can get their shit together and confront their feelings when the quirk wears off."

Bakugou, snickering and pulling out his phone: "Smile, Izuku. I'm putting you as his phone background."

[aerodaltonimperial]

If I'm too late for drabbles, ignore this! And also ignore this if this is way too specific and lame buuuuut OrangeHook - OC's staying over at Hook's place for the first time and he wants to cook something nice for Hook in the morning but whoops, Hook doesn't own any of the necessary cooking utensils and OC's just like damn bitch you live like this?? (This was funny in my head, OK??)

(lol 🍊🧡)

In hindsight, he's probably making a lot of noise, but it doesn't really occur to him until he's halfway through banging cabinets and opening, then closing every single drawer, and by the last door, he's too aghast to even try to be quiet.

He's staring, boggled, at the open refrigerator when Hook walks in, bedhead tangles falling over his face and his eyes barely open. He wipes at his forehead with one hand before blinking at Orange. "Cockroach?"

"What?" Orange asks. "No."

"Oh." Hook tilts his head to the side. "You were making a shit ton of noise, I just assumed."

"You... have nothing in here."

"I'm not here very often."

Sure, which might explain the lack of milk in the fridge, but the rest? Orange lets the door shut. "I mean, you have nothing."

"There might be an old package of Ritz crackers in the cabinets," Hook offers, "but you should probably check the date."

"You don't even own a pan," Orange says.

"A what?" Hook asks. Orange stares at him, and at least Hook laughs. "I'm kidding. I know what a pan is."

"How do you live like this?"

Hook shrugs. "This is what DoorDash is for."

"I was going to make breakfast," Orange tells him.

"Well, unless it's invisible breakfast, I think you're outta luck. Also, you're lucky I even have a kitchen. If that was an optional feature, I'd have nixed that so damn fast."

Orange is still sputtering when Hook leads him out into the living room and the well-loved couch, his phone already pulled out as he scrolls through nearby restaurants.

"Here, you can pick what we eat. It'll be just as romantic, and we won't have to clean dishes afterwards," Hook says.

Orange makes a warbled sort of noise, but fine, fine, he rallies enough to pick the restaurant they get take-out from. Gen Z is ridiculous.

[sardonic-the-writer]

Hello! Since your requests are open for dsmp and you write for c!tommy, this is probably gonna be really REALLY specific. But how about a c!tommy x caretaker/peace maker!gn!reader (platonic!) like, the reader has this small area away from all the bad stuff young on. And takes care of tommy there? They (reader) take care of Tommy and comfort him, like a parent! Or something. and are very motherly! (But please keep them gender neutral!) this is just a fic idea i got.

-😴☕️

Morning like this were probably Tommy's favorite.

He liked the cold. It reminded him of the few years he had spent in the arctic with Phil and Techno. The sight of his breath spilling from his mouth like smoke was something he used to love bothering Phil with. Showing off as he took a drag from his pretend cigarette, puffing his chest out and calling himself The Biggest Man as Phil just rolled his eyes. Of course Techno was there in the background tending to some froze over garden that still somehow managed to produce crops, letting out the occasional amused bruh at the blonde's childish activity.

But that was just a memory now. A fuzzy one at that. Through all the scars and explosions and long journeys in his life, a lot of things got fuzzy along the way. All Tommy could really remember out of those memories was the feeling of being wanted. Of being enjoyed.

Loved even.

The war had fucked him up. And it had fucked him up good. He would be an ignorant fool to ignore that. In fact he had fantasized many times about building a time machine just to go back and cuss that prick Wilbur out something fierce for letting twelve year olds enlist in a war that would still be causing problems to this day.

Of course, he could go find Wil and do that now, but the blue tinted apperation that the former presedent had become might burst into tears if Tommy all but glared in his direction.

"Hey! Tom's! Shits ready! Better come eat it before I steal your portion bud."

Tommy's head perked up at that. All thoughts were thrown into the crackling fire besides him as a mess of lanky limbs and light blonde curls scrambled to get up. The glass window Tommy had just been staring at now stood vacant, window seat underneath it still warm to the touch with body heat.

Speeding to the brightly lit kitchen in the cabin, Tommy slid to a stop on the tile floor. His red socks riddled with patched up holes provided just enough friction so that he landed right next to a grinning figure, whom of which reached up to flick his nose playfully as he stilled.

"Ow! Bitch! Sorry didn't mean that, but you bitch!!!"

A snort followed his words, (Y/n) staring at him with an expression just as sardonic and playful as his. The two burst out into a fit of laughter as soon as they had made eye contact, as they often did, Tommys half wheeze half yell mingling with the equaly as boisterous cackles from next to him.

Tommy would forever thank XD that he had met (Y/n) that one day. He liked the forest goer a lot more than he cared to admit. Quite a lot more than he cared to admit actually.

This was his safe space. This fucking stupid, horribly decorated cabin (ironically he had helped decorate almost all of it) in the middle of the woods was the safest he had felt since his mom had left.

Maybe it was less of the cabin and more of the person who lived in it though.

But Tommy might need a bit more time before he could admit that.

"Okay seriously though, grab your half of the cake before I eat it all. I've been watching this thing bake and rise for nearly half and hour and I'm about ready to swallow the whole thing."

"You will not! Half of that is mine bitch! Not a bitch sorry, incredibly sorry, but I'll be damned before you eat my cake you arse!"

A fake gasp sounded as (Y/n) placed a hand playfully to their chest, eyes widening with faux sadness.

"Tom's! And here I thought you liked me and my cooking."

"I'm a grown man (Y/n). I need to like nothing but women, money, and Big Drink. Available at any New York store today!"

"Big what now."

"Nothing. NOW GIVE ME MY CAKE YOU BASTARD—"

The ensuing chase around the house was messy, and would eventually result with cake smeared around the surrounding walls (later Tomy would groan as he was forced to scrape the food off the wall, resulting in quite a few jabs in the ribs as he was told to shut the hell up.) But it was fun.

It was comforting.

Tommy had a feeling this memory wouldn't grow fuzzy anytime soon.

[stuckinapatriarchalbullshitland]

Hello stuck, hello people

So I've been reading many old camren post on your blog and others blog... I think I had a little camren crisis and I can't help but thinking again about Camila's departure from 5h...

First of let me be clear about one thing: I don't not believe 5h and camila's feud !!! Second, please don't hate me because I'm bringing this back... I love this blog and love sharing my thoughts here with all you

I don't want hurt anybody it was a hard time 5h members and 5h fandom went through and that's what leads to think of what if Camila left in that specific moment because she knew what is coming with outing Lauren plans and she couldn't stand to watch laucy circus while being physically close to her lover ??

I mean she had solos while being there, she and others girls could have done the same while being a group and step by step announcing a hiatus like BTS strategy... Solo could have promoted another album or tour or songs... I mean management could have done rational decisions instead of an emotional scenario that fade away years later

What if when management told them only one of you both can come out and here is the way (a pr show with a woman) and then some way some how Lauren was the chosen one to come out and Camila put the condition of leaving the band as a non negotiable clause to escape pr show premier with her lover in front of her eyes and then !!!! Vile management came with feud plans and put it all on camila's plate not punish her but to make it hard on her like she made it hard on them a non negotiable clause... And it's presented as a consequence of her decision

Think about consequences song... What is the message exactly?? I loved you, you loved me, we had fun time and then hard time and I'm still in love with you and I know you still love me but loving you had consequences 💔

What is she acknowledging her lover about??? A couple is about two person being in a relationship... What is your partner do know/doesn't know about your relationship (you both in) that had consequences you need to acknowledge them about ???

That certain things went out of her (Camila)/their (camren) control ?? And she's subtly acknowledging her lover and her fandom ?? And mostly why this song is so damn important to her when she poured her heart on IHQ and SGG but still the important mention goes only to Consequences

And not to mention Camila agreed all of what happened (since solos, to leaving, to feud scenarios, to laucy show) only to properly free Lauren from the closet (I'll risk it all UTT)

Please don't be sad, it's just my theory (I fell in love with Camila writing this 💖🤭)

Hey buddy, thank you for your long comment.

About everything you mentioned, a few years ago when I joined the fandom, I discovered a post about Camren's long-term plans

Those plans consisted of taking one of the girls out of the closet while the other released her first album, then the one who had to come out of the closet came out and the one who had to release her first album took it out.

The bastards at Sony, along with the tremendous sons of bitches that were the people at Maverick, couldn't think of anything better than to capitalize on both. Fifth Harmony and Camila separately. From there the feud was born.

A feud that punished Camila and the girls of 5H to this day, so no, the feud was never real

I'm sure the girls had their dramas and problems but nothing that has to do with everything that has been seen since they kicked Camila out of the band.

It is more than certain that Camila must have felt bad about the whole Laucy circus, but everything that is happening to Camila now makes me understand that the next step is Camila out of the closet. In the present tense and leaving her heterosexuality intact in the past, that means that Camren does not exist in the past at least in front of the general public. At the fandom level WE KNOW THE TRUTH.

But... as always, they are theories. I don't even know what the hell Camila wants from this era. All I hope is that CC4 is good. I don't care about anything else.

Lastly, regarding Camren having to die, Camila is not making that mission easy for us.

We need Camren to die, but our mija keeps reliving it and like that we can't, folks, we can't 🤦🏾‍♀️🤦🏾‍♀️🤦🏾‍♀️💀

[uroboros-if]

Heyo! I'm back to tumblr. The first thing I do is come to this account and decide to terrorise you (kindly????? Hope you're not too busy o.o) with asks.

So uh, for the first ask (if I word all this wonky forgive me my brain isn't braining right now), I was wondering about an MC who always wears a specific perfume. One day, RO just asks why they always use that one specific perfume and MC just replies, "Because it smells like you." How do the ROs feel about it? I assume at least one of them would combust and evaporate into the air. (This is all assuming they're already in some kind of established relationship because if not that would be creepy ngl. Wait. Would it be creepy even if it's in an established relationship? I have no idea, I get no bitches.)

P. S. Salvatore smells like the sun and that one overly strong laundry detergent my ma uses no one can change my mind.

P. S. S. I just realised that Ellera (Did I get that wrong? Help I have no idea 😭 I'm sorry if I did 😥), the antagonist and the super hot girly in your icon is Salvatore's mom. Like, how did it take me this long to realise? I was scrolling through old asks and went wait... Goddess of gods... Isn't that Salvatore's mom? And almost broke my fingers scrolling back up to check. (Curse you tumblr for having a wacky search system) Damn. Salvatore's mom is a MILF.

P. S. S. S. Help I'm sorry for the long ramble 😭 me either talk too much or no talk at all but yea that's kinda everything I've been wanting to say since I opened tumblr to check on this acc

Feel free to terrorize me anytime!! I am always so grateful for asks, and it's so good to see you again ♥️ welcome back!

This is a long ask and a long answer, so I will put it under a read more!

I'm assuming for this ask that they have more fantastical scents than a typical person has (who naturally smells like cinnamon?). Maybe it can be a godly thing? Who knows! I'll just roll with it.

SALVATORE goes speechless. They stare at you, eyes wide. They're not often at a loss for words, not one to get embarrassed, but that's just... wow! They'd look away for a moment, smiling stupidly, then back at you.

They preen everytime they notice you with the perfume on, smiling stupidly all over again, and try to wear something that reminds them of you as well.

But you are incredibly right, Anon... They'd be sunlight and a fresh, clean smell. It wouldn't be overly flowery or overpowering, but it'd be subtle and refreshing, like smelling your pillowcase when it's been washed and still has that lingering scent of cleanness.

LUCIEL would also be shocked. They go still, more still than usual, eyes widening just a fraction. A few moments later, they aver their gaze, but a blush graces their cheeks and dances up their ears. "I... see," they say, their voice--normally so careful and smooth--strained.

They wouldn't show it, but they're leaning forward more than usual, trying to catch that scent. Their heart flutters a little, thinking about that perfume you're using, the one that reminds you of them. They're dizzy with the knowledge.

If they had a signature scent, they smell of the earth after rain, and the slight whiff of a flower; it's not as potent as perfume, but it's rather the natural smell of a flower, fleeting and subtle.

CIOCANA would combust. Their jaw would go slack, they'd stumble backwards, and their cheeks immediately go aflame. MC, please, give them a warning before you say things like that! They'd have to recover for a while first, hands covering their face, before they attempt to salvage themselves by offering a shaky compliment back.

It's easy to see when they become painfully aware of your perfume. You approach them with that scent around you, and they'd momentarily lose their footing and themselves. They try to play it off cool, but the time you tell them it reminded you of them replays in their head each time.

Probably one of the few who'd actually wear a perfume themselves, usually tastefully subtle and elegant, but playful--perhaps cinnamon or jasmine. However, if there was a scent to accurately reflect them, perhaps it'd be vanilla, in how simple and lovely-smelling it is in its innocence.

ALESSI would blink in surprise, before smiling, and then laughing as they fully process it. The answer catches them by surprise, and a strange fluttering bubbling in their chest startles a chuckle out of them. They momentarily have no idea what to say, and they say as much, but -- MC. They never fail to surprise and delight them.

They'd share a private smile with you every time they notice you wearing the perfume, and subtly hint at it playfully, too, sometimes. As lighthearted as they seem to treat it, though, they're indescribably happy.

If they had a signature scent, it'd probably be an earthly scent like cedarwood or sea breeze, even freshly baked bread.

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I'm sorry to say, Anon, but you are right. Ellera, hot lady on the cover and my icon, is Salvatore's mother. She is married. I would marry her myself if I could, but alas.

I was waiting for someone to have a whiplash epiphany about this, and I am overjoyed to see that time has come.

Of course, no worries about rambling ♥️ :) I ramble way too much, too, as you can see! I am happy to hear your thoughts.

P.S. I'm aware you sent an ask revealing yourself, but don't worry! I'll publish the response to that anonymously. I'll protect your super secret identity!!

Thank you so so much for the ask 🥺♥️ this was super fun, and you are the reason I answered so many asks just now! I wanted to get to yours, since you sent so much and I didn't want to let you down!

[venuswrites777]

(Oh no!! You got the bad end part 1)

(Yandere! Wally Darling × reader)

Sorry for my bad English I'm not a native speaker.

Color code: orange.  (because mention of alcohol and a "mention" of missing/dead parents, you can think whatever you want.)

Yes, it's my first time writing about some specific character, but can't hold myself, because everyone is writing cute things and idk… Wally doesn't give me the "cute boy who loves you" aura… He looks more unstable. 

So…  Here I go. With part 1 because I don't want to make this so long. 

Playlist for inspiration: 

One morning, after a fight with your big brother for the tv, you finally win, (your big sister looks at you two like a pair of kids, funny. Because you have 20 and your brother has 28.)

You start to search for something to see, and, finally, you found a weird channel with weird programs but it has a kid's show named "Welcome Home" Your brother and your sister leave you alone because they have to do something they didn't talk about. 

The show was so colorful, and the characters are so cute, you immediately make Eddie your favorite character, after all, he's the mailman and he makes you remember to write letters to your mom because it's the only way of communication you can have with her. But there's Wally, he's cute, so small and friendly when he asks what to paint, you said the first thing that came to your head. 

—"A tiger on a cloud" 

—"A tiger on a cloud? That's so original neighbor, I like your creativity" 

His response feels out of the script, so you see him confused, you feel something weird in his eyes, so, the only thing you can do was smile at him, get up from the couch, and go for some water and some food, maybe you're thinking things. When you return, he is still here, and he shows you the paint.

—"Maaan, this boy has to teach me how to paint masterpieces" 

You said to eat one piece of Apple you prepared for yourself. 

—"I can teach you, but for that, you should visit the neighborhood" 

Your spine shivers after listening to the response, you see the clock and it's 3:33 am, Where the fuck are your siblings??!! You see the tv and the show are running like normal, Julie and Frank are making fun of stuff, and Eddie is there with them. You start to feel a little scared, so you try to call your brother, but he doesn't pick up the phone. 

"Hi, this is the most expensive bitch in town phone mail, please, leave your message, maybe tomorrow I will hear you" 

—"For the good lord, please pick up the damn phone, where the fuck are you two??!!"

You scream at the phone a little scared because everything feels so bad, like a horror movie, the horror movie that makes you sleep with religious things or simply don't let you sleep for weeks. You light up all the rooms and go covered by a red blanket, just like your pijama… No more tv for you in a week is the only thing you can think of. When you watch the tv again, Poppy looks so worried talking with Sally and Julie… And, Wally, who is looking at you, but you're avoiding eye contact. 

—"I miss my mom" 

You said a little sad watching the show.

—"Maybe your mom misses you too"  

Wally responds with a little happiness when you're going to do something stupid, your siblings finally come home. With boxes and other things. You turn off the tv and go with them…

The next day, out of curiosity you go for the boxes, and one has your name, but the tv is turned on, Wally is asking what to paint, and you just said something just to prove you're not crazy and the show is off.

—"My mom cooking apple pie, just like the old times"

Wally smile and said. 

—"You look like the person who loves their family, that's cute, but I prefer to paint you cooking for our friends here, is a beautiful idea that I want to make a reality"

Yes, you're right, you're not crazy, the show is off, so, you walk to the kitchen and go for some alcohol to turn off your brain, and sit on the couch, you are in some dense shit, that's what you think, you don't know what to do now. 

You look him in the eyes, starting to feel something weird, so you look away and your brother gets out of his room.

—"Vodka??  At this hour?!! Bitch is 6 AM, you should be sleeping or I don't know maybe studying for your exams at the university… Not drinking Vodka"

You look at your brother, he looks at the tv and, sees Wally looking directly at you… 

—"OOOH SHIT!!  Don't tell me you're addicted to a kid's show…  Well, you need a boyfriend, it's urgent, I don't want to see you in Japan marrying that weird puppet"

—"What the fuck is wrong with you?!! How can I fall in love with a Puppet?!! Man…"

—"I don't know but you're capable of everything, I know you"

And after that weird conversation, he goes out, and you see the tv and Wally is painting just like normal, but when he shows you the paint, it's the same bottle of vodka you have in your hands with a red cross. You see the bottle and drink more desperate.

—"Drink alcohol is bad for you… stop" 

The voice sounds weird, something is more off than you think. 

—"Maybe I'll need more"

—"No, you don't need more, you're making me sad, this is bad for you… Look me in the eyes and tell me you will stop"

You see him directly in the eyes, and you started to feel some cold on your body, you start to feel dizzy, and then, everything goes dark. 

You woke up on a weird floor, and see everything black, you get up and walk a little, and you hear voices screaming for help. 

—"Hello?? Anyone is here?? "

You feel something grab your arm and take you out of there, now, you're in a weird house, and everything looks like that show, you get up and tried to find something, but you found a portrait of you with your red pijama and your red blanket, just like mother Mary… When you turn back, you see him.

—"Welcome home my love"

Oh shit… maybe the vodka at 6 Am was not a good idea. 

[willsimpforanyone]

Heyy! You're writing is amazing! Can you do a PJO headcanon of a daughter of Apollo being best friends with the 7? My pronouns are she/her. I'm from the Apollo cabin and I'm a lesbian. I have curly blonde hair and green eyes with central heterochromia (gold ring around my pupil). I'm skilled at picking up instruments, writing poetry, and art. I'm also known to have a gift of prophecy at church. I would want the power of manipulating sunlight. The poetry, music, and art are more of talents and not full blown powers like the prophecy one and the manipulating sunlight one. I'm incredibly sassy, dramatic, intelligent, kind, and caring. If people are mean to me I am not one to be quiet about it, i will call them out and be rude back. I love amusement parks, but I can also get down with something more calm like a book store and a coffee shop. I love yellow hydrangeas and roses. I love animals (I've had 7 pets in my life). Ironically, im scared of needles, snakes, and Thalassophobia (idk how to explain it lol). When I was younger, my mom was bed ridden because she was sick and my dad worked all of the time, so I practically raised my younger siblings (if I had to choose how old I would be, i would be a year older than Will so he can still be a kid, but a year younger than Percy). My fatal flaw is self-sacrificing. I have anxiety and seasonal depression. I also dont like to be touched, unless if it's a girl im dating bc of trauma in the past. I don't know if you even needed or wanted a description of the daughter of Apollo, so I hope this was ok. Thank you so much in advance!

unbelievably specific lol but i can certainly do my best!

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Percy Jackson This kid would adore you. You'd be like his little sister along with Estelle. The pair of you reach dangerous levels of sass like gods forbid anyone tries to fuck with the you two while you're together because you will End Them.

Annabeth Chase Can and will drag you to bookstores. Not many of the others read as much as she does so she will lure you out of camp with promises of hardback novels and caffeine. Also treats you like a little sister, looks after you and will physically fight anyone who tries to hurt you.

Piper McLean As a child of Aphrodite, she has an aesthetic appreciation for your central heterochromatic eyes. Is excellent at handling your anxiety and providing distractions. Once she gets comfortable with you, she will absolutely point out every cute girl in your vicinity and tease you when you blush.

Jason Grace Often jokes about how you, him and Annabeth look like a weird blonde family with different eyes. Is always down to ride rollercoasters with you, of course, he loves the adrenaline. Works with you to make cool things with the sunlight by adjusting clouds a certain way.

Leo Valdez This bitch is dramatic as fuck and we all know it, so you two together are a damn Shakespearean tragedy. One thing goes wrong? You're monologuing about the cruelness of the world, how you're tormented in this life by screws that fall out of fidgets and pencils that always break.

Hazel Levesque Makes requests of old 40s tunes on different instruments and dances shyly while you play. If she's feeling adventurous, she'll walk round camp with you asking for random prophecies about things like a flower or a squirrel, just for practice.

Frank Zhang Is awesome at cheering you up. Pick an animal, he's gonna chase the depression away with it. Even if it's like a snail. It'll be a slow chase but he'll do it. Is also great at just sitting with you when animals just aren't doing the trick and will stay with you until you feel a bit better

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i hope you enjoyed, thank you for requesting!

[enigmatist17]

Weight of the World (Part 5)

Part 1 2 3 4

This is the final chapter of this, but not of the series I'm doing as a whole I named Branching Path, which you can find on A03 all neatly together :)

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Spike grumbled as he shifted in his seat for the dozenth time, grateful the first-class cabin was delightfully empty on his side of the aircraft.

Spike was not a fan of flying.

He'd never understood the damn obsession to soar above the earth in these bloody machines, when there were perfectly good things like ships and trains to travel great distances. Yet, it was the only way he was getting to sodding South Africa in the next century, so for now, he'll sit and scowl until they finally land just before dawn. A demon-run taxi business got the vampire to his hotel for the next day, some of the cash Giles had given him securing the vampire a car and the specifics of where it was he needed to go, the demon he'd been dealing with surprised that Spike wanted to go there.

"I've never seen a vampire come back from there, you know."

"If I wanted your opinion, I would have asked." The other shrugs, and Spike spends the day sleeping as much as he can despite the thrum of anxiety underneath his pale skin. By the time the sun sets, a 4-wheel SUV with blacked-out windows is awaiting Spike, and after partaking of some blood that had been packed in the backseat, Spike pulls out his map and begins to drive. It took a solid two days of steady driving to reach his destination, spending most of it debating back and forth if what he was doing was right. Did he deserve this? Did he need this? He'd heard stories of the person he was going to, a demon who could grant wishes of almost any kind if you survived a brutal gauntlet of challenges, the number uncomfortably short from what Spike had heard over the years. Yet here he was, an utter fool going toward what could be death...for a Slayer and her sister.

What has his unlife come to?

His car comes to its final stop outside a small village. Spike drains the last of the blood in his car before he steps out and takes a long and slow breath. Dozens of eyes look over at him almost simultaneously. The humans are still talking and enjoying their evenings but watching a vampire cross through their land with a purpose, ignoring what could be easy meals for the cave system that overlooked their home.

Not many things made a vampire's hair stand on end, but whatever was in these caves made Spike want to turn tail and run. Another breath taken, Spike fished his lighter out of his pocket before flicking it on, wanting to see whatever had been painted on the walls all around him as he advanced. Depictions of death weren't terribly surprising, the drawings becoming more simplistic and looking faded as he cautiously ventured deeper inside, the inquisitive side of him wondering just how old some of these paintings were, just before his flame was snuffed out.

You seek me, vampire?

The voice was everywhere and nowhere all at once, Spike looking around as he continued to venture forward, tucking the lighter back in his pocket.

"You do the finger paintings? Nice work." Spike wanted to cringe at how his normal sass wavered but found that fighting his ever-increasing instincts won out over his pride.

Answer me

"Yea, I seek you."

Something about a woman. The Slayer and her kin made from the stars

"Yea." Spike slowly approached the figure he could now see in the shadows, a low warning hovering in his throat. "Everything's gone to hell, and I'm tired of not being a bad enough bitch for it."

Why does this want you to return to your former self?

The being almost sounds amused, and Spike scowls.

"I can't be the man I wanted to be for the Slayer, never got a soddin' chance, but 'er little sister? She deserves protectin', and I figure I'm the closest thing she's got to one, but I'm no good like this." The vampire waves a hand over himself, and the green eyes continue to watch him. "You know what I want, and I'm willing to do anything."

The being laughs now, the scowl deepening as the figure begins to walk backward.

Look what you've been reduced to, a once legendary dark warrior now pining like a pathetic human. Do you truly believe you will survive what I have for you?

"Give me your best shot." His answer is a snarl, and the being now fades into the darkness surrounding them both.

Prepare yourself vampire.

---

Time seems to pass to the beat of its own drum here. It feels like hours since the being spoke to him, but Spike could be patient; he could wait. He knows that combat and the like will be needed, so to save clothing for later, his boots, socks, and shirt get removed, folded neatly, and placed by some of the cave drawings so he can find his way out when all is done.

It would be done, because he wasn't going to die in some bloody cave, not after everything.

It is time for the first trial, do you understand what I require?

The sudden voice make him flinch, Spike taking a slow and deep breath before nodding, assuming this thing could see him.

"Yea yea, it's not like you haven't been clear about it, oh great, mysterious one." The sass doesn't waver this time; the vampire knows what he's here for and can feel the beginning of his adrenaline rush as he focuses, pacing around the caves that now resemble an arena more than it did a few minutes ago. "This is a test. I don't get what I want unless I pass said test. That about the size and shape?"

Yes

"And since your pad is decked out gladiator-style, and no number two pencils have been provided, I guess we're not starting with the written." He can hear that cursed laugh from wherever the bloody thing is, hands clenching and unclenching as he circles the room. The punch from something behind him sends Spike rocketing to the side, using the wall he fell against as a springboard to land a punch back at whatever it is that had tried to hit him.

It was a massive mountain of a bloke, some sort of joke dancing on Spike's tongue as they sized each other up, but it died just as quickly when the man banged his fists together, lighting them on fire.

To the death

"Son of a -" Heat radiates from the entirety of the right side of his face as Spike is decked with a solid punch, landing back onto his ass as the man quickly moves to follow with more blows. He's able to scramble back to avoid a few hits, but ends up taking one to his chest when Spike quickly gets to his feet, throwing him back enough to slam onto the wall behind him. He doesn't have a chance to move before flaming hands grip his upper arms, skin sizzling as Spike desperately slams his head into the other's face, the man letting out a pained noise and stumbling back. By the time he'd righted, Spike had squirreled away again, the larger man letting out a guttural cry before following after the vampire. While most demons were too prideful to realize when retreat was a wise idea, Spike was not one of those fools, which had served him and his survival well. While he was far more the brawler than his Sire and Grandsire's had ever been, Angelus had carved into him the need to analyze and learn from his more powerful foes when to fight and when to draw things out for the advantage. So he did just that, dodging and weaving while taking continual hits, waiting for his time to strike. It comes when he receives another uppercut to the face, Spike falling to the ground with a groan of pain, the vampire hearing the man rearing up another punch.

He does the worst thing possible and catches the approaching first in his hand. Both he and the other are surprised as Spike uses the distraction to get onto his feet, punching the other man back with a snarl.

"Bad move, bad move, bad move." The other man glares and shoots his arm forward, realizing too late that Spike had leaned down far enough to catch his wrist, flipping him onto the ground with a thud. The vampire wastes no time in kicking the other square between the legs, watching as his enemy turns to try and get up again, exposing his back to Spike, who simply walks over and snaps his neck with a quick jerk of his hands.

"Looks like local boy loses." His words end in a half-delirious laugh, Spike panting heavily as he takes in the victory.

So it would appear

The demon steps forward in curiosity, and Spike gives him a nasty grin.

"Good on me, then, eh? I got what I came for; I passed the test, right?"

Indeed, you have passed the first stage of the test.

"Wait...first stage?" The victory high came crashing down as fast as it had burst in his chest, and the dread of fighting another beast made him tremble slightly. "Bugger."

---

Time truly doesn't pass in these caves, perhaps another test for the poor souls who come to this bloody hell on earth.

Spike had lost count of the foes he faced, demons who looked human to those whom he'd only seen in books, real or otherwise, all trying to kill the vampire like it was their holy calling. He knows it's all a test, a way for the demon who lurked beyond even his own enhanced sight to weed out the weak from the strong or some shit, but he couldn't be arsed to care. He was William the Bloody, no one could best him, and no one was going to take what he came for from him, the latest horned foes going down when Spike sliced its head off. Exhausted, Spike grabs the head and staggers back to the entrance of his latest combat arena, chucking the head towards those bloody green eyes.

"That was a bloody doddle and a piece o' piss." He groaned, falling to his knees for just a moment's rest, glaring at those eyes with as much fury as he could muster. "Got any more ruddy tests for me, you ponce? I'll take anything you can throw at me, if it'll get me what I need. Bring it on, bring on the whole -" He stops when there's a loud crunching noise from below him, throat tightening when he feels something begin to crawl up from the depths and up his body. "Bloody hell..."

There are hundreds of them, hundreds of scarab beetles that scrape and gnaw at his skin, crawling into his nose and mouth and it's pure agony.

He's not sure when he fell down, but he didn't scream, just writhing around on the floor as he kept them in, hands clenched so hard he pierced his skin as the agony continued for what felt like an eternity.

Buffy and Dawn, Buffy and Dawn, he loves them so much he won't scream.

Soon, merciful darkness takes him.

The thudding of approaching footsteps is what drags him from the darkness, his body so battered Spike can do little more than to lie on the floor and see what awaited him next.

You have endured the required trials

"Bloody right I have." He doesn't ever want to move again, but he refuses to face this bastard on the ground, so with a shuddering breath Spike turns and pushes himself onto his knees, knowing he wasn't going to be making it fully upright.

"Give me what I want." Spike shudders at the cool air to his back, the chant of Buffy and Dawn keeping him from revealing any weakness. "Make me what I was, what I need."

Very well. We will return your soul

Spike doesn't see the hand that comes from the darkness; the moment it touches him, the world burns. His entire body is burning as something he'd forgotten claws its way inside, settling into a hole he'd never felt and searing its very presence into every square inch of his body. His eyes glow as he looks for something, anything, to stop the pain, but there is nothing there but the darkness of the caves.

You walk with a soul once more

Spike struggles to force air down his dead lungs as the burning begins to slowly fade, head spinning as he crawls up and onto his feet, now very alone and closer to the exit than he remembered. He can hear someone talking, more than one someone, but they go unacknowledged by the vampire when another effect of his newly acquired soul hits him like a freight train.

The screaming washed over him like a tidal wave, and Spike fell to his knees with wide eyes as voices from the last 120 years clamored to be heard, all of them so angry.

He doesn't feel the needle that is inserted into his neck, once more falling into a darkness that now terrifies him more than anything.

----

Three weeks later

----

Wesley Wyndam-Price was finishing up the last of his paperwork for the evening when he heard the front door to the Hyperion open. He sighed at his now lost evening before going to greet whoever appeared.

"Hello, welcome to - " His jovial greeting dies in his throat when he takes one look at the person who had entered. "Spike?"

The vampire who had entered said nothing in return, and had it not been for the platinum-blonde tips to curly brown hair, Wesley wasn't sure if he would have recognized Spike right away. It doesn't help his infamous duster is also missing, the vampire wavering in place clad in scuffed boots and ripped jeans, his black shirt little more than shreds from something that had clawed at it repeatedly. Spike doesn't seem to be aware of his surroundings; whatever he's saying to himself is a constant stream of languages that switch faster than Wesley can pick up, his eyes soon wandering toward the door.

"Spike, you don't need to go." Spike's eyes snap to Wesley, but it's clear he's not all there, the other slowly raising his hands. "You're quite safe here, I promise."

"No, no, no, no, no one's safe from William." The words are nearly drowned out by the crazed giggles Spike bursts into, the sound nearly making Wesley jump. The vampire wavers in place before deciding a nearby bench is a place to take refuge, collapsing onto it, and curling in on himself with more giggles. "I'm not safe, not safe, not safe, not safe." He seems to be done talking as he tries his best to imitate an armadillo; Wesley slowly steps backward until he can reach the phone on the front desk, dialing a familiar number as quick as his shaking fingers can.

"Hello?" Relief floods Wesley, and after another check to see if Spike has still not moved, he relaxes further. "Hello?"

"It's me....Angel, he's here."

"Don't let him leave; I'll be right down." The line clicks as it goes dead, and Wesley carefully places the receiver down before approaching the curled-up man with what he hopes is a friendly smile.

"Spike?" The man doesn't move, except for one eye peering out from the little space between his limbs. "Are you in any pain?"

"Pain?" The answer is slightly muffled, and Spike begins to laugh again after a moment. "I deserve it, the pain. All of it, all of it because the voices are right; they are right because I am a bad, bad, bad, bad man, a bad man whom you should stake. It's justice, innit?"

"No, I don't believe it is." The former Watcher moves closer, that impossible eye following him without a blink, wanting to say more, but pauses when a familiar figure hovers in his peripheral, stepping back to allow them to step forward.

"Angel." Spike's voice is flat when his grandsire kneels beside him, his expression neutral as the other looks at him. "Have you come to kill me?"

"No." The older vampire shakes his head, Spike flinching when he raises his hand and covers his head again.

"Please stop, please stop I'm sorry." Angel gently rests his hand over one of Spike's hands, the smaller man trembling like a leaf in the wind when he gives a gentle squeeze. "I'm sorry."

"I know." Angel remains by Spike's side for a good hour, the man switching between pleads and bouts of laughs he can't stop until finally, Spike uncovers his head again.

"Can I rest now?"

[thebigfudanshi]

So this is a really stupid idea for an origin. Bite me if you make fun but all the rest a yas (like one person) can keep on if you'd like to. You can skip to the part in brackets for all RAE but there's an explanation for Dook's behavior in my idea below this.

So I have a poodle, this comes into play. So my dog, Phoebe, she acts completely normal around me, and for the most part the rest of the family. She gets a little excited to see her human "grandparents" but nothing too bad.

But... Here's the thing. Everybody in my house is under 5'6 and we're all AFAB. So we all have quite feminine voices still. Whenever cis men come in the house, I've seen this with three people, Phoebe goes insane. The first issue with that is peeing everywhere but that's not gonna pertain to my idea. But whenever someone, say my best friend comes over, she gets super excited, and she runs over and she pees, yes, but what catches my eye is how her floppy ears slick back, and her tail goes crazy, and she gets all haunched and stuff and she'll even sit down despite, the mess, just to get smaller. My best friend is literally like, 5'9, he is goddamn massive to me (5'3) If the guy makes even a little movement that isn't slow and calm as much as he tries, she freaks out and she runs off and continues the mess.

I know exactly what the behavior is. It's submission. Normal dog stuff for her, it's something I'm working on with positive training.

(Okay here's the RAE part)

I feel kinda terrible I wanna do that to Dook. Like not me doing it specifically, but I wanna like. Write it. Beach Bear is tall as shit, yeah? So is my best friend. You see where I'm going?

My idea is that it's around whenever Dook would've joined. I imagine he's the last to join because he was drawn as dingo in certain showbiz pictures and a mug or two with his beta design. Anyway, if he was the last to join, I could honestly imagine he found the gig in a damn newspaper, or one of the group walked up to him like "you look like you play drums. You play drums?" And he's like "aww yeah I play some slamming drums." And Fatz I guess is just like "cool, come play and we'll see."

So Dook like, walks into the place where they record, and he's getting introduced like "that's Mitzi. Touch her and you die." And little Mitzi's already making herself comfy with Dook by like, petting him or something like kids (11 yr olds?) Would do. And Rolfe's all snarky with his meeting cause that's just his default demeanor, and I feel like that's where Dook and Rolfe would start a friendly canine rivalry. He remeets fatz under his own description as the leader, all puffing out his suit coat. And Billy bobs all nice and sweet and takes his hand to greet him like he did all the others like "great to meet our new drummer." And he picks up Choo Choo's little hand cause he's holding him, and Dook takes his tiny hand to shake because mans adores kids, And Dook's all caught up with the rest of them and meeting people, and he's seen Billy Bob so, here's all the band.

And then Fatz points literally a foot to his side and hes like. "Oh yeah, and that's Beach Bear." And Dook turns to him, like to his leg essentially and he's like. "Yo I thought you had weird decoration skills. You name em too?" And Beach Bear like, whacks an ear like "I am very alive."

And Dook looks up at him and he's met with the single tallest mf he's ever seen in his life, and he just, goes completely submissive because 'Jesus Christ that's not weird decoration?' And then 'oh my god I've been standing next to someone and ignored them for like ten minutes' and also 'HOLY FUCK THATS A BIG BITCH!'

So Dook's like mentally devolving and at the same time he's unconsciously like, trying to look smaller, and his ears are like, swaying all wonky cause they can't figure out whether to cower back or bounce around like mad, and they slick back, and he's all wagging and confused and hunching into himself but he's literally smiling like crazy and Beach Bear's like 'Dude, you look like youre gonna throw up, are you getting vertigo just lookin' at me?' And he's all joking and flirty because he deals with this with every new person he meets, and Dook's like "nah I'm getting butterflies just lookin' at cha what the fuck? How??? You are massive! Oh my god you're amazing. Amazing tall!" Just waving at his fucking everything cause hes GIGANTIC. And I feel like Dook's gotta have a thing for tall people, because he dated a pitbull and those are definitely bigger then cavaliers/beagles and I hc he loves poodles too because 80s and jgjhebdigns

Basically Dook falls head over heels instantly and he's doing the whole run and dance of the submission thing (minus the gross parts), and I feel like ROLFE would be the one to point it out. Because he's a bit of an ass sometimes, but I also feel like Rolfe knows everything about wolf/dog mannerisms specifically to not get caught doing them. So he'd point it out like "Did you seriously not see him? That's the first thing I saw when I came in. Are you gonna start freaking out when I stand next to you too?" Cause Rolfe's like 6'0 and Dook goes all indignant, crossing his arms. "I saw him! And I thought he was a lamp. Big deal. I'm not freaking out. Youre the one whos- staring." And he like, grabs his tail cause it's swinging like crazy but he keeps fuckin missing it and Rolfe's smirk just progressively smears wider and Dook's going red cause he can't grab his goddamn tail and now Beach Bear's looking at him funny and he just gives up, stamps a foot and crosses his arms and he's like "I don't appreciate how I'm being treated."

And Billy Bob starts laughing and he puts an arm on Fatz shoulder. "He's gonna fit right in, don't you think?" Fatz says and Billy bobs nodding like, "yeah, he's gonna get right under Rolfe's shirt like the other two." And he's pointing between Dook, beach and Mitzi who have kinda crowded on one side, and they're devolving into fucking with Rolfe and Rolfes fucking with them back, and Mitzi's like, switching between hurling words at Rolfe to visciously question Dook and he doesn't have time to answer any of them because she's swapping like a multitask queen, And Looney Bird pops out his can blazing drunk like "WHOOOO ROCKAFIRE EXPLOSION!"

and that's how the origin goes ppbt.

[cielomist]

This is very much not april fools related i genuinely want to hear your thoughts /srs but i am begging you can i Pls have a full ass rant abt all your vexen thoughts im backreading through propaganda and youre making me go OUGH - @fuckable-kh-men-battle

HOUGH

i want to preface this by saying i am not super articulate, i am very much a person that just rotates characters in my head at high speeds and doesn't form super coherent thoughts, but by god i know i have a lot of vexen thoughts its just gonna take some time to put them into like, understandable words

under a cut bc im sure its gonna get long. also im sorry that this is so incredibly disorganized.

OK SO

i have loved vexen. ever since i was a kid. i never even played com i just saw him in the kh2 journal and was like "THAT ONE"

(i was also deep in the like… 2009-era deviantart kh fandom, but… 😬)

but getting into the deeper stuff, vexen has this fun little dichotomy of somehow being incredibly cringefail but also EXTREMELY accomplished. he brags about how smart he is, he giggles to himself about it in the castle in days, and it comes across as this pathetic little man just being full of himself, but he also can like, legitimately back it up? he just MADE another riku. he MADE xion, and xion is absolutely extraordinary because she was not supposed to develop as her own person, but he was just so damn good at making just real ass PEOPLE that xion became her own person with her own thoughts and feelings and dreams

one of my favourite scenes is this one. first of all i live for all interactions between vexen/even and zexion/ienzo because GOD. i'm fucking obsessed with dad!even as a concept and i love thinking of the dynamics between ienzo and all his dads and i need to stop myself here or i'm gonna go off on a whole other tangent about ienzo specifically and how fucked his entire life was--

anyway that scene is one of my favs because i just love vexen running through the castle, yelling for his son, because his boss is actively avoiding him. i just assume this is how it always is with him.

also it's been pointed out that vexen, when talking with zexion, will often bend so he's eye level with him and i love that. i adore that.

also speaking of vexen/even and zexion/ienzo, THIS

god sorry i just read ienzo's character file and he mentioned even would scold atw for buying ienzo so much ice cream and i love that mental image. atw is literally king of radiant garden and even's bitching him out for spoiling his 8-year-old

and god VEXEN'S CHARACTER FILE... "I had lost sight of why I wanted to be clever in the first place. I wanted to be clever because I wanted to be helpful to someone." HHHHHHHH even became a scientist in the first place because he waanted to HELP PEOPLE and he got in this spiral of "i need to be smart to help people" and he worked HARD to become smarter and eventually dropped the "to help people" presumably because of xehanort and then when he was recompleted the first time he REMEMBERED WHY he wanted to do all the things he wanted to do in the first place, and in order to help people he gave up his heart, his humanity, what the original organization had been WORKING TOWARDS THE WHOLE TIME and i just. ough.

also in birth by sleep even talks to ven for like, two minutes maximum and from that is able to just deduce that ven's heart is not only completely devoid of darkness, but also that any darkness he DID have was forcibly removed. i don't know where to fit this tidbit in but i think about it a lot.

i mentioned in one of my propaganda asks a post that theorized about vexen's shield, and while i still can't find that post i did remember a fic i read based of of it

i somehow don't have coherent thoughts on his redemption arc in kh3. i get distracted by how pretty he looks when he says he wants to atone i think. but his little monologue when he's trying to convince demyx to help him out... ough. i am personally of the opinion that even was the apprentice with an actual like, medical phd. i think all of the apprentices specialized in different things, and i don't really have a solidified idea for anyone else (though dilan is shown to like flowers in his character file, though i think that gardening is a hobby for him rather than his professional field) but that's my Even's Professional Career headcanon. he absolutely has the entire ICD manual memorized. and rememorizes it every time it updates.

i also think post-kh3 when he was re-humaned he just straight up euthanized himself to be recompleted. he didn't want to wait to regrow a heart and it beat the hell out of immolation, axel

anyway i really wish people wouldn't reduce vexen/even to just being a creepy weirdo; he has SO MUCH to him, but ultimately i think people overlook him because he's not an anime prettyboy and i and the other vexenfuckers are stronger and smarter and sexier than everyone else

for now that's all i've got. if i think of more things i will rb with more vexen thoughts. thank u for your patience as i go insane writing this. <3

(fun fact! when i was in middle school (maybe high school?) i set his japanese laugh as my alarm and to this day i remember it bleeding into one of my dreams via a man in a parking lot laughing at me until i woke up and realized it was my alarm going off for school)