#yeah this entire hc is nonsense but do i love them? yes. leave me the fuck alone

[cala-aceattorney]

don't question this i just want apollo hong kong

[yanderecandystore]

aye, Idk if this went thou cuz it Tumblr so: I know you say to hold request like this but I wanted to ask for when you started. Maybe a yandere Imposter with a s/o who is a medic for the ship. (It a weird hc that everyone has a job on the ship) So it time for check up other med stuff. The imposter knows that the check up/computer will out them for being an imposter but it a chance to finally be alone with its 's/o'

Oh boo, what I meant about holding asks was that I was holding an anon's ask in the ask box about Yandere Among Us so that I could remember myself to write about it.

You see, a lot of people asked for it so I decided to leave this one ask about it so I could answer it later when I had the proper chapter finished.

It's not that you guys in particular need to hold your asks about Among Us, you can send them! What I tried to do was try to send a message towards the people that wanted to see more of it, that I would be doing more about it really soon.

Also, this is a gorgeous ask! I absolutely love this headcanon. I love the idea of everyone having a particular role, but also being able to do multiple tasks as the whole spaceship is destroyed-

In my Among Us fanfiction, the role of medic is played by the crewmate White, but of course the darling can be a medic in this headcanon!

Also I'll leave the color of the imposter random and out for your imagination in this headcanon, because why not?

TW/Tags: y'all mind if I went a little more… risky? 👀 Cause I think the imposter would be happy to get some "special examination" by their darling- (slight nsfw ish? At the end??) // not accurate to the game but whatevs // yes, I'm tired and therefore mumbling nonsense! // some hard simping coming from the imposter //

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Med-bae 👀 [Yandere!Among Us x Medic!Reader - Headcanon]:

So. This was a terrible idea. You know, when you said "follow me, I'll show you something cool!" they were expecting something more, well, fun?

This is not only not fun, but can also compromise their whole plan. You brought them to medbay to show them not only your favorite tech but to also convince them to let you check them out.

They were the only ones that haven't done any check ups and you needed to collect data from everyone and send it to the facility, ya know, to let them know that you're all safe in this unsafe spaceship.

"- Come on, we need to tell your family that you're healthy!"

"- I could just call them ya know?!" You two scream at each other as they're trying to hold themselves in the wall while you try to pull them inside your workplace.

Well, it could be worse, now that they think about it. There is no one here so…

"- Take off your suit and seat over there." You tell them while pointing at the examination table - "- I'll go pick some equipment, don't worry okay? It's just another checkup."

You tried to make them feel more relaxed by saying that, but they couldn't help but fear their inevitable demise. While you're gone they at least have enough time to change themselves to look more human.

Or at least to come up with something if you ever find out they aren't really the person you thought they were. Oh well, at least they can indulge themselves in the heavy amount of scent lingering around this room, it seems you have spent a lot of time here. In some weird way, this place does fit you a lot, maybe is their mind being easily infatuated by you, but the smallest of decorations or clues of you being here, like: a coat you forgot to pick up, some paperwork covered in stickers, a photo of you and what they presume to be your family.

They wonder if you miss the Earth as much as your entire crew. I mean, that would be unfortunate for them, how would they be able to accompany you back to your home? Wouldn't you prefer to stay here with them? Looking at the stars, with a long life supply of resources for a small family. It doesn't sound so bad right?

Yeah, of course it doesn't sound so bad, the only problem is that there are way, way too many people in this place! All of your crewmates take way too much of your attention and time, that is so unfair-

"- I'm back! Sorry for keeping you waiting." You said while entering the medbay in a hurry. Oh look, their anxiety has also returned! Oh goodie.

"- So, I'll do a couple physical checks and just make a couple of questions, and then I'll let you free okay?" You joke about it, no one really likes to do this, you know that, but come on! It's so simple and easy, and it's just to make sure everyone is doing fine.

"- How has it been this couple of days?" You ask coming towards them.

"- F-Fine I guess. Nothing really special, just the usual." The closer you get the hardest it is to control their heart. This is ridiculous, why does their body act like this at such a crucial moment? And why do I need to be so close in the first place!?!

You make their brains turn into mush.

"- I know this is going to sound cliche, but have you been eating healthy lately?" Oh my, their skin feels hot, maybe you should pick a thermometer! Hopefully they don't have a fever.

"- Yes, I think so." Well, would you consider eating your friends healthy? Probably not. They probably shouldn't say that out loud.

The checkup continues as "normally" as every checkup. Asking if they felt anything, if they have been staying active and eating the healthy options on board, and if they were having a generally pleasant week aboard.

Of course you probably won't notice how their face flush every time you touch or simply crush your fingers on their body, like I said, this is probably harder than any emergency meeting. Trying to keep themselves from creeping you out and from snatching you right there and then. Too close for your own safety yet too distant for their comfort.

It doesn't help that you question all the little oddities happening to their body. Why are they so hot? Why are they sweating so much? Why are they shaking so much? Are they feeling sick? Are they hurt?

No, no, no, no and no, dearest! All of these things are normal for them. That's their normal body temperature.

Oh yeah, and the shaking and sweating is just nervousness. This moment is so perfect, dearest.

Is absolutely perfect, no one can interfere. No one can stop them from being the center of your attention. No one can enter this room for now.

Of course, after so much "teasing" they couldn't control the soft purring emerging from their throats. I mean, honestly you weren't doing much? You're just so close and touchy that it was starting to provoke a new type of hunger inside them.

"- Did you… Did you just... Purr…??" You stepped back, they were acting quite strange throughout the entire checkup, but you thought they were simply shy about this.

' What the hell was going on? Why did they look like that? Why was their expression suddenly so malicious?' You thought.

Well dearest-

What would happen if… Well, the doors suddenly decided to not open? If these sound proof walls suddenly became useful for once?

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I don't why I had such a hard time writing this, I think I might have adhd-

Or maybe I just really like procrastinating, idk lol

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[suganovakawa]

hi, hi! 👋☺️ may i request hcs for kuroo, teru, kags, akaashi, and oikawa with a s/o who is insecure ‘cause she has bunny teeth? they tend to cover their mouth with their hands when they smile or laugh accidentally, so to others she just seems like a complete betch since she tries her best not to show her teeth. thank you, and have a blessed day 😚👋

AN EXCUSE TO WRITE ABOUT TERUSHIMA YES I ASKED AND I AM HERE FOR IT

bunny smile!

— terushima, kuroo, kageyama, akaashi, and oikawa adore their fem!s/o who has bunny teeth!

gen masterlist

taglist ( open ) — @yams046 @janellion @avylee

— a/n : bunny teeth are so cute, i’ll fight anyone who dares to think otherwise >:(

yuuji terushima.

✧｡ teru does not care how insecure you may be about your bunny teeth; expect this boy to hype you up every moment he lays his eyes on you

✧｡ he will never hesitate in reminding you of how gorgeous you are, and will shower you in praises when he sees you cover your mouth

✧｡ however, yuuji is a respectful boy, he understands that you have your boundaries and if he sees that you’re uncomfortable he will calm down immediately

✧｡ NOSE KISSES HE’LL GIVE YOU NOSE KISSES

✧｡ since you cover your mouth and he can’t get to your lips, he’ll make up for it by giving your little nose a boop and a cute kith to go along with the boop; he’ll do it every time you cover your mouth

✧｡ and while others will assume that because you cover your mouth frequently you’re a bit of a bitch, teru will be the first one to defend you

✧｡ no one ever says it to your face but he’s heard some assumptions every time you laugh or smile, usually he’ll just jump into the conversation because his confidence levels are off the charts and feels comfortable in talking to whoever, whenever, and about whatever

✧｡ “y/n covers her mouth whenever we make jokes, does she think she’s above us or something?” terushima overheard the conversation during lunch, he was just about to meet up with you but stopped immediately at the mention of your name

✧｡ “i’m sure she thinks we’re stupid, which is kinda bitchy of her but whatever—”

✧｡ they were thrown off at the feeling of teru slipping his arms around their shoulders, his smile bright but his eyes not so kind

✧｡ “hey now, let’s not be making assumptions about other people like that, yeah? that’s not very nice of you, how would you feel if someone assumed you were a bitch because of something you couldn’t control? wouldn’t really be a good feeling, huh?”

✧｡ the two nodded their heads and muttered quietly in agreement, prompting yuuji to simply pat their shoulders before walking away to find you

✧｡ “yuuji? where have you been?” you looked up at him as he grabbed you by the hand, taking you out to your lunch date

✧｡ “sorry sweetheart, something was brought up to my attention last minute, but that’s been solved now. come on, let’s go.”

tetsurou kuroo.

✧｡ kuroo is a little more aggressive than terushima when debunking the rumors about you, but he’s still suave af about it

✧｡ truth be told, he originally believed those rumors until one day you and him were partnered up for a chemistry project

✧｡ he quipped a chemistry pun which prompted you to laugh, only for the atmosphere to change as he watched you cover your mouth as you chuckled quietly to yourself

✧｡ you watched as kuroo’s smile faded, instead stretching into a little frown, his eyebrows knitted as he began to turn his eyes away— he never said anything but you knew exactly what he was thinking

✧｡ “wait, the rumors aren’t true!” you exclaimed suddenly, which surprised him a bit, “your joke was really funny, i... i’m just embarrassed about my laugh. i’m sorry if that was rude of me, i’ve just picked up a bad habit and i’m paying the price for it.”

✧｡ he felt guilty and shook his head, feeling like a bitch himself for giving you the cold shoulder so quickly. “you shouldn’t be insecure over your laugh, i think it’s adorable.” he said it point blank and forward, his face serious as you studied him

✧｡ “well, it’s not just my laugh, i have bunny teeth and they’re very obvious when i’m smiling or laughing...” he looked at you confusedly, and after hesitating, you showed him what you meant

✧｡ instead of looking at you weirdly like how you had expected him to, you were surprised to see his eyes brighten, his smile only widening as he reached forward to hug you

✧｡ “nonsense, y/n. you’re beautiful,” he whispered quietly, his words reaching you and your heart

✧｡ that day changed your relationship with him entirely, it was only a matter of time before you two began dating, and you were as happy as can be

✧｡ he gets very defensive when people refer to you as bitchy in front of him, especially because he knows more than anyone how wrong it was to assume

✧｡ “let’s get one thing straight, alright?” tetsurou’s face becomes very unfriendly when he hears your name and bitch in the same sentence, he will not tolerate it and shows no effort in trying to hide it

✧｡ “why don’t you try to get to know y/n, yeah? let’s not be making such mean assumptions about people like that, and get to the bottom of it yourself if you think y/n is actually a bitch. i guarantee you, spending one day with y/n will debunk all rumors surrounding her being a bitch.”

✧｡ he still feels guilty for assuming you were a bitch when he first met you; now that he’s your loyal, loving boyfriend, he’ll dedicate himself to proving to everyone else that you’re not the bitch some think you to be.

tobio kageyama.

✧｡ kageyama, of all people, know what it’s like to be misunderstood

✧｡ so when the rumors of you being a bitch began to make its way around karasuno, he didn’t believe them at all

✧｡ if anything, he’s appalled by such harsh rumors; just because you cover your mouth when you smile or laugh, you’re labeled a bitch now?

✧｡ you have to tell tobio constantly that you’re not too affected by it, though he knows that you’re hiding your hurt, which upsets him even more

✧｡ “you can’t be okay with this, y/n.” kags was huffing after school, you were playing with his hair as he sat on the ground and setting a volleyball to the wall across from him “you’re not a bitch, you shouldn’t let people believe stuff like that.”

✧｡ “i’m okay, tobio.” you sighed as you watched your boyfriend angrily set to the wall, “i have friends who know i’m not a bitch, and i have you most of all. i’m okay, a couple of rumors can’t stop me.”

✧｡ “but you’re hurt by it. i can hear you.” putting the volleyball at his side and turning around to look up at you, he frowned while observing the expression on your face. “i can tell you’re hiding it, but i know you.”

✧｡ if it was one thing tobio was good at doing, it was reading you like a book— his observations skills were phenomenal, and understanding and knowing your nuances and intracacies was part of the package deal

✧｡ “i’m a tough cookie, i can handle a couple of rumors.” not denying it but brushing it off to the side, you shrugged. “you guys know the truth, so there’s no reason why a silly gossip should be so important.”

✧｡ even so, kags won’t stand for it

✧｡ he knows you’re insecure about your bunny teeth so if ever there’s a moment he overhears any rumors going around about you, he’ll find a different way to shut them up completely

✧｡ he’s still a little awkward at first but it won’t stop him in standing up for you; he’ll hesitate on what he should say before eventually deciding to just wing it

✧｡ he’ll have that glare in his eyes as he always does, his lips curved into a frown as he looks at the ones speaking poorly of you

✧｡ “what makes you think y/n is a bitch, huh?” he speaks up and the others turn to face him, “got anything on her that proves she’s one?”

✧｡ seeing that they don’t really do have any proof that you in fact ARE a bitch, they’re rendered speechless as they stop looking at tobio, who’s managed to keep his piercing blue eyes on them the entire time

✧｡ “you don’t have proof. so, get your facts straight before bothering to gossip about stuff like that.” he simply walks away after that, seeing no reason to keep the conversation going

✧｡ after that, the setter will continuously ask you if more people have been bothering you; and if there is, he has no problem approaching them for you

✧｡ soon enough, the rumors are dispelled, and you have your boyfriend to thank for.

keiji akaashi.

✧｡ this man has being assertive down pat

✧｡ he’s not the type to speak out often, but when he does, his words hit hard

✧｡ he prefers to comfort you in private, where neither of you are surrounded by other people and you’re away from those hurtful rumors about you being a bitch

✧｡ he gets angry at those who spread the foolish rumor about you being a bitch; which is rare for the fukurodani setter, most of the time you can’t even tell which emotion he’s feeling with how aloof he is

✧｡ but he has no problem in expressing how listening to the rumors about you infuriate him every single time it falls to his ears

✧｡ “it’s upsetting, knowing how quick you are to judge someone based off a simple habit they have. i’m sure you have your own tendencies and habits as well, but you don’t see anyone here calling you a bitch behind your back, hmm?”

✧｡ they can’t say anything to akaashi, because they know, damn well at that, that he’s completely correct

✧｡ “er, sorry about that, i guess.”

✧｡ “i’m not the person you should be apologizing to. y/n sure does deserve one from you, though.”

✧｡ you don’t even know what the heck happened until a bunch of people stop you during school hours to apologize for talking about you behind your back, leaving you confused

✧｡ you brought it up to your boyfriend as you two were spending time together out of school— you had heard of the rumors, but it wasn’t anything to be worried about

✧｡ “keiji? did something happen?”

✧｡ the setter looked at you for such an abrupt question, tilting his head slightly, “what do you mean, y/n?”

✧｡ “a bunch of people were apologizing to me today, for that rumor about me being a bitch. i don’t remember saying anything about it, i was only wishing it would disappear on its own. i never expected people to apologize to me about it.”

✧｡ upon hearing this, akaashi snickered and shook his head, his eyesight turning somewhere else as he shrugged his shoulders at your question

✧｡ “i dunno, they must’ve finally gained some common sense and owned up to it.”

✧｡ you knew that wasn’t just it

✧｡ “you were involved in this, weren’t you, keiji?”

✧｡ he refused to admit to it, but he didn’t deny it either, giving you your answer. and though he’d probably never say it out loud, he’ll do it again and again, for the person he cherishes and adore the most.

tooru oikawa.

✧｡ can and will call anyone out if he finds out they’re gossiping about you

✧｡ i mean, he’s not a confident man just for show; he’s got absolutely no problem telling them exactly how it is, and how wrong they are in assuming you, of all people, could possibly be a bitch

✧｡ it became quite a surprise to you when you saw how down to earth he was when it came to your relationship—

✧｡ you weren’t the type to show things off since you yourself were insecure of your bunny teeth; you were still wondering how tooru loved them as much as he admits

✧｡ every time you cover your mouth he pouts, giving you puppy eyes for you to uncover your mouth and smile for him, because he absolutely loves it when you smile

✧｡ he respects your boundaries and actually makes an effort to keep your relationship more on the quiet side

✧｡ he wants nothing more than to show you off to the world, believe me, but he won’t do such a thing if he knows that you’ll be uncomfortable with it

✧｡ when the rumors first began spreading around aoba johsai, oikawa was absolutely appalled, to say the very least

✧｡ you and bitch in the same sentence? utterly preposterous.

✧｡ he didn’t bring it up to you right away, wanting to get to the bottom of the rumor before talking to you about it, so he knew exactly what was happening

✧｡ what tooru doesn’t know, was that you knew exactly what was going on the moment the gossip plagued around school; you were just playing it cool, hoping the rumors would dissipate on their own

✧｡ he stood up to the people gossiping about you the first time when he was waiting for you to leave class, a group of kids were in front of a classroom whispering things about your tendency to cover your mouth and assuming you were just being a bitch about it

✧｡ “excuse me?” tooru had no trouble barging in, smiling not-so-pleasantly as they were shocked to see the popular third year within their circle, “we’re not talking about the y/n, right?”

✧｡ “o-oikawa!” they were at a loss of words as he just stood there, glaring down at them, “n-no, we’re not, it’s just—”

✧｡ “i’ll be damned if i let any of you call y/n a bitch,” he snapped, interrupting them completely. “usually it’s iwa-chan who you should be afraid of, but say one bad thing about y/n and i’ll be your worst nightmare.”

✧｡ like a switch, his eyes lit up and he grinned at the others, who were cowering in their embarrassment as the seijoh captain walked away, chuckling softly to himself, “get to know people before you talk about them, okay? okay.”

✧｡ he was surprised to see you standing right there, laughing quietly to yourself as he took your hand innocently, “y/n, it was an urgent matter!”

✧｡ “i’m fine, tooru. the rumors aren’t that bad, i’ll be okay. i promise.”

✧｡ “you know about the rumors?”

✧｡ “not many people make an effort to keep a secret about it, so of course i know about them. i’m alright.” you kissed his cheek, “but thank you for standing up for me.”

✧｡ and he continued to do so, calling people out on their bullshit about you until eventually, the rumors subsided and people were no longer being mean to you.

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Okay, I have searched high and wide and do not see that this has yet been done, so I present to you - my analysis of the parallels between Destiel and Cas/Claire in Season 10, Ep .20 - Angel Heart.  TL;DR: Claire/Cas are a metaphor for Destiel and Destiel is forever.

As a reminder - central storyline is Cas finding Claire who lands in the hospital while looking for her mom and looping Dean/Sam to help him try to connect with her (and eventually all of them get roped into searching for and then finding her mom who then almost immediately dies, because Supernatural gonna Supernatural).  Dean still has the Mark of Cain with no cure in sight, and the side conflict is Cas and Sam’s concerns re: the effects because he is “getting worse” (many worried looks are exchanged!).  Also important to recall that in 10.09 during the burger date of my HC dreams, Dean asked Cas to kill him if he ever goes dark side again from the Mark.  SO - THE REAL STORY OF ANGEL HEART FOR ME IS how Cas’s feelings towards Claire present a mirror for his emotions towards Dean, and the inner conflict between allowing Dean to push him away (with Dean’s request that Cas kill him from 10.09 hanging over his head) or continuing to fight to be there for him/save him - as presented in the two separate one-on-one conversations/BM scenes between Cas and Dean - and then later Cas and Sam - in the Impala.

I’ve included them in their entirety from the script below, with emphasis on what I feel is important and my thoughts.

Conversation 1 - Cas/Dean 

DEAN

Hey, Cas, listen, what you're doing for Claire and helping her find her mom...

It's good. It's a good thing.

CASTIEL

But?

DEAN

Well, where does it end? I'm not trying to be a dick, but truth is, you're not her dad.

In fact, you're not anything to her except a-a constant reminder of someone that's gone.

CASTIEL

No, I'm...

Responsible for everything that's happened to her.

DEAN

Look, I'm just saying, she's been surviving on her own for quite a while now, and ... and then partly because she doesn't have anybody to answer to.

You know, there's... There's nobody holding her back.

CASTIEL

We just found her in a hospital. You telling me that she'd be better off on her own?

DEAN

I'm saying she might be stronger on her own. ANALYSIS: Dean and Claire have always been very similar people to me (which is why I think they initially clash so much). This is very reinforced both in 10.09 (ketchup is a vegetable!) and in the part of this episode where Dean ends up “babysitting” Claire (a moment of silence for yet another scene of Dean actually being amazing with kids and how he should have gotten his own kids dammit). I think Dean is speaking about himself in part in this discourse, relating his own journey to Claire’s (and in true Dean fashion, falling into his usual habit of pushing away those who love him because at this point he knows the end is near).  The “you’re not anything to her” is pretty blunt, even for Dean, especially after his taking special care to sit Cas down to spill his feelings re: Claire during the burger date in 10.09.  I also took the “constant reminder of someone that’s gone” as Dean’s motivation for pushing people away; he’s trying to ease their pain (not his because Dean does not care about himself at all whatsoever as we all know) upon what he thinks will inevitably be his death from the Mark.  The comment can also be related to his request that Cas kill him if he goes too far down the wrong path, and Cas’s presence is a constant reminder of that for Dean, of how not only is he going to go crazy and lose him but he also is putting him through the burden of ending his life. (Oh, and Dean is the King of Constant Reminders of Someone That’s Gone because see multiple trench coats in Baby’s trunk). Cas’s feelings of responsibility towards Claire also parallel his feelings about Dean - he resurrected him, and he has always felt responsible for the burdens Dean carried after that fact;  (even if they weren’t directly tied to Cas) he has always felt like he burdens Dean (see the iconic 6.20 - The Man Who Would Be King).  Cas’s protectiveness and urge to connect with Claire for me is a direct mirror of not only his trying to save Dean from the Mark without having to carry out his request to kill him, but also his desire to emotionally connect with him while Dean is clearly in a headspace of shoving everyone out.  These are all pretty gray parallels.  The next conversation though for me is fairly black and white.

Conversation 2 - Cas/Sam

CASTIEL

When this is over, should I... Should I leave Claire alone?

SAM

What? No, man. She's family. Well, I mean, she's not exactly family, but she's close enough. I mean, you two have history. Simple as that.

CASTIEL

So do you think she's better off on her own?

SAM

Cas, she just turned 18.

CASTIEL

You were alone when you left for college at that age, weren't you?

SAM

Yeah, but that's different.

CASTIEL

How, Sam?

SAM 

Here's all I know ... going it alone, that's no way to live. You being there for her, even if she thinks she doesn't want you to be there for her, that's good for both of you.

CASTIEL

Maybe, in the end.

SAM

In the end. ANALYSIS: This is so clearly about Dean and not Claire to me.  There is no way Cas thinks Claire is better on her own in any capacity.  It doesn’t track with anything he said to Dean earlier, and it doesn’t track with any of his actions in the scenes in between these conversations (he got her a damn birthday gift for Jack’s sake if that’s not the opposite of leaving someone alone and not trying to be their family idk what is).  If Dean didn’t change Cas’s mind on this, I have BIG DOUBTS that Sam would have anything to say that would so why would Cas even ask him?  Also, the entire thread with Sam/Cas at this point in the season is focused on their mutual worry about Dean.  Why is Cas randomly talking to Sam about Claire? And - what history does Cas have with Claire?  Yes, they have had some prior interactions but can you really call that history? Dean himself mentions in 10.09 that Cas has only met her once before that episode.  But there is someone else, someone who is “not exactly family” who recently expressed that it’s better off to be alone, who DOES have significant history with Cas, and that someone is also someone Sam has pretty good insight on.  In fact, Cas is basically parroting what Dean said to him in conversation 1 back to Sam in conversation 2, and to me it’s not because he is concerned about Claire because he has already decided he’s going to watch out for her.  The only path left undecided is Dean - and whether he allows him to push him out or continues to be there, because it is good for them both.  The “in the end” clinches it - because what is Claire’s “end”?  She’s young; she’s not going anywhere anytime soon even if she makes a few bad decisions (and Cas is an angel at this point; that protection is pretty mighty).  Dean, however, has an end quickly approaching because of the Mark, and it’s an end Cas cannot control or manipulate.  So, in conclusion, Angel Heart shows that Claire is a mirror for Dean in her mannerisms, life events, personality, and place in Cas’s heart (which is the only explanation that fits for the title of this episode, which is the same as a very disturbing 70s horror movie and that clearly does not track).

Also, let’s not forget that Claire is canonically queer, loses her soulmate/first love to an alternate reality/world until Jack saves her from it and they are reunited.  So, there’s that aka the finale we all deserved. 

**if you read this far, bless you, truly for reading my nonsense ;) Feel free to comment and reblog, or message with me.  I could overanalyze Supernatural forever here if you’ll let me.

[touchmycoat]

HC/LQG!Anon: Oh man, LQG has got zero game, You can't tell him he's running a honeypot. HC just dresses him and tells him to stand there and cross your arms, flex a bit. Ok, pick up that book in the low shelf. Reach up and get that red book. Slowly stroke your finger along the binding; now loosen that tie. Sit down and sprawl, spread your legs a bit, perfect. And the mark has been completely distracted - drooling - and SQQ/LBH are in the background stealing EVERYTHING. (contd 1/3)

HX/LQG cont: But if you tell him he's running the honeypot he's lost. HX hates using LBH for honeypots because after that he has to listen to an hour of LBH crying and clinging to SQQ for having betrayed his love. I also love that LQG doesn't look like a hitter - he goes into a room with the hard guys and they're all like who's the 小白臉 except for the ones who recognize him who are sneaking out the back hoping he doesn't see them. 2 minutes later he's the only one standing. (2/3)

HX/LQG (3/3): Tara!HC???? PERFECTION. Ahhh - red/black camaraderie? More like Torment LQG squad. Caterpillars!!! I giggled so much. I think there also has to be a honeypot where LQG is floundering and HX comes in to - ahem - put on a show so that the mark will get jealous and/or want a threesome ;P AHHHHH - this AU is so fun - I love the idea that kids gravitate to LQG. He's got a grumpy face, but they know who will be first to defend them.

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I'M LAUGHING SO HARD AT THE THOUGHT god, so LBH's the first one to clearly state: "the way you can tell if LQG likes you is to give him a direct order for a simple physical action, like 'turn left' or 'duck' or 'put your hands above your head.' All verbal questions aside, if he follows your order, he likes you."

Obviously, the reason LBH knows this is bc he sees LQG doing this with SQQ and aggressively not doing it with LBH. But that also means LBH sees right through him when LQG starts doing it with HX. LBH's goal-oriented as fuck, and is the number one xuange shipper bc if LQG's getting it on with HX, then great! No more pesky best friend nonsense for Shizun! So LBH starts setting up these little demonstrations of LQG's affections—when he or HC tell LQG to do anything, LQG aggressively refuses on principle. When SQQ or HX say jump, LQG says how high.

But HX's defense against that is to flat out tell LQG. LQG gets flustered ofc, but it kind of turns out...he can't help it??? He says it's just a job loyalty thing but honestly it's more like an Ella Enchanted situation where even if he tries really really really hard not to, if HX says "get that file for me" he'll angrily stalk across the room, fling the file at HX, and throw himself out the window. And at this point, it's more embarrassing for LQG than it is for HX so HX is not above using it for honeypot missions. He plays LQG like a twister board while, yup, bingqiu steal everything in the background.

jlnkjnSDKJFJSANFL LBH YOU RIDICULOUS LITTLE MAN. The first time he seduced a mark he was absolutely terrific, but hunched in a corner back at the bar and hissed whenever HX got too close. "I feel dirty," he hiccuped, burying his face into the back of Shen Qingqiu's outstretched hand. "I feel used. I'm sorry Shizun, I would never ever ever—"

"Yes yes I know Binghe. You'd never betray me. That's fine."

小白臉柳大哥！！！！Give us that classic Eliot scene where he walks into a warehouse full of rugged large men, the one in charge has their boss on the line, who's warning them that HX sent somebody. The guy's like "pft, don't worry boss, the only person here's this little pretty boy. What brings you to the bad part of town, sweetheart? If you're looking for the hair salon that's two blocks over." and while everyone's cackling, LQG's glaring them down and silently shutting all the doors and windows. "Oooh you sure you wanna do that? Aren't you gonna be scared of the dark?" "Wait wait, hair? Good-looking guy?" "Yeah boss, dipshit's out here with a ponytail—" "Ponytail? And a beauty mark under his left eye?" "Uh, yeah?" "You fucking idiot—RUN! THAT'S LIU—" wham bam thank you ma'am everybody's down for the count.

YEAH OH MY GOD WAIT. LQG gets stuck distracting a mark again, LBH does the lift, SQQ copies the key code and HC uses the hidden folders to apply pressure on the corrupt CEO, etc.etc. So now they can pull back, except the mark won't leave LQG alone. LQG is as unpleasant as he knows how to be, but the mark is convinced they're good to go, so HX has to step in and play the dangerous and possessive ex. And when HX slams LQG into the bar (HC drawling in their ears "I don't know what instructions you want me to give him here, Black Water, I assume he's already letting you do whatever you want to him"), the mark is meant to find this to be too much trouble and run, except he just kind of...licks his lips. Oops.

also i plotted out the entire First David and Second David jobs for this AU, goddammit. it works almost stupidly well.

[nerdsies]

Promposal Headcanons

aka Projecting Because Nobody Asked Me To Prom And I’m Still Salty A Week Later

Davey debated for two weeks about asking you, and then spent another week devising the perfect promposal. He didn’t want it to be cheesy; no balloons, no poster, no chocolates. Something simple, charming. It has to be perfect. He eventually asks quietly, with a hot chocolate and a muffin before first block. The bell rings while he’s asking, and you give him a quick, but no less enthusiastic, yes before running to separate classes.

Jack asks with a sketch of the two of you dressed to the nines and PROM? scrawled above it. As an answer, you display it on the inside of your locker door. 

Race gets a flash-mob. He knows the sophomores are doing a dance unit in Phys Ed, so he enlists the help of one of the classes. The song of choice? “You Belong With Me,” a song the two of you have made fun of for all of high school. He choreographs the routine himself, and it ends with every sophomore in a row, jazz hands and bright smiles, with Race walking smoothly down the centre with a sheet of paper that simply reads, “PROM?”

Finch asks over the morning announcements. The usual announcers give him the mic after their routine announcements, and he can barely hold it, he’s shaking with such excitement. “Well, seniors, prom is just around the corner! And a little birdie (hehe) told me that (y/n) doesn’t have a date yet...what d’you say, (y/n)? Let me take you to prom?” Thankfully, you had a study block and were sitting at your locker, otherwise you would’ve killed him out of embarrassment.

Albert asks with a text. It’s nearly midnight, and your phone buzzes with a “u up?” You answer with a simple “yeah” and his reply is immediate: “Wanna go to prom with me?” At first you think it’s a joke and don’t respond, but he sends a follow-up: “c’mon, princess, don’t leave me on read.” You eventually agree, not entirely convinced he’s being sincere, but the night before prom he says he’ll pick you up at six.

Smalls comes up to you at lunch with a closed fist. You expect it to be another dumb prank, but he insists that you play along. He’s written PUSH on the back of his hand, so you press the word. He sticks out his index finger, on the side of which he’s written TWIST. You do, and the other side of his finger says PULL. You pull his finger and his palm opens to reveal the word PROM? It’s the best promposal you’ve ever seen, so how can you say no?

Romeo gets you a singing telegram. He asks the choir to help by singing a terribly cheesy parody of “I Can’t Help Falling In Love.” Honestly, it’s pretty cute. Each member has a white rose, except for Romeo, who has three pink ones. Each white rose was thrown at your feet at the end of the song, but the pink ones were handed to you with a flourish and a wink.

Specs asks you in person. He’s upfront and honest about it, no nonsense, nothing cheesy. “Will you go to prom with me?” He nervously cleans his glasses with the hem of his shirt when he asks.

Mush catches you after school one day. He and some of the other boys stand excitedly outside the front doors, poster in hand. You read the poster out loud as you get closer: “I always get MUSH-y around you...be my date to prom?”

Elmer...forgot to ask you. He got too nervous and kept putting it off, and somehow managed to convince himself he had asked. He texts you the night before asking what colour your dress is so he can buy a corsage that matches. You send him a confused reply, causing him to realize he never did it in the first place, and he officially asks you. Luckily, you already have a dress you can wear.

Katherine writes her promposal into the school paper. She had written a piece on prom: do’s and don't's, suggestions, warnings, a quiz for what kind of dress you should wear. For those who read the fineprint at the end, they would see: “That being said...(y/n) (l/n), will you go to prom with me?’ It was the perfect amount of private and public.

Sniper asks with a poll on his Instagram story. Other people would vote as a joke, but he only cared about yours. When it finally comes in under “Voted Yes,” he can’t stop grinning.

Henry goes for traditional. He brings you a box of chocolate after school and asks if you’ll go with him.

JoJo can’t gather enough confidence to ask in person, so he texts instead. “Hey (y/n) so...ok I know I should do this in person but I couldn’t find u @ school today! Okay that’s a lie we have physics together but that’s besides the point. So. Do u want to go to prom with me? Let me know!”

Crutchie ties small balloons that spell out PROM to his crutch and waits excitedly at your locker for you. Unfortunately, the balloons keep getting tangled, and you get there just as he’s trying to pull them into the right order. He apologizes and assumes you understand what he’s trying to ask (you do). “I just...popped by to ask you to prom.”

Buttons writes you a note in class. It’s pretty standard, in a joking way. He’s written PROM? at the top, with YES and NO written next to blank squares. He drops it on your desk on his way to hand in his assignment, and you leave the reply on his desk when you “go to the bathroom.” His heart leaps at the check-mark beside YES.

Blink leaves clues in places he knows you’ll find them: a P in your locker, an R in your bag, an O in your pencil case. He gives you an M after school, grinning widely. He feels very clever for coming up with such a mysterious promposal, and he hopes you feel the same. Honestly? You kind of do.

Tommy Boy goes for a classic show-off promposal: spelling out PROM on the roof of his car with Hershey’s kisses.

dinner/dance hc’s are on their way!

[simptasia]

hc questions 5, 6, 7, 26, 44 & 47 for any or all of the science team members if you want? :)

oh bless!! thank you!! i’ll go with My Beloved Three, as usual, the sci trio

Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)

my hcs on this have wobbled over time but overall i imagine dan, char and miles are all like, fairly, neat. tho they all have a tendency to leave papers around

and miles doesn’t make the bed as much. cuz imagining miles napping in rumpled quilts is a very cute mental image. hair disheveled

i think a good term for whats going on with dan and char is Organized Chaos. they’re both scientists (and a musician) for heck’s sake. it doesn’t look like they know what they’re doing but they do. but ur not gonna walk into their house(s) and be like “ugh gross what the fuck”. it’s nice. dan tends to make the bed

and i imagine dan keeps The Rat Room (yes, you heard me) immaculate because you reeeeeeally want that area to be well cared for

as for personal, lets get this out of the way, none of them are yucky. but dan is showering the least, just due to absent mindedness and hyperfixation. like ya really get into a project and then suddenly oh fuck i need a shower. but thats relative. he’s not a stinky gross boy. i imagine miles washes the most because like, he has body piercings and those GOTTA be cleaned every day, especially the downstairs one. miles values his dick, he don’t want an infection

also its amazing how much more you shower/bathe when you have a partner. or in this case, two partners. in general and for sexy purposes. hell yeah

well thats enough of me picturing these three showering, moving on

Eating habits and sample daily menu

its odd how often i’ve pictured these people eating together

dan: eats the least (and for once that isn’t a skinny joke, he could eat cake every day and he’d still be like that) because for the most part he doesn’t have much of an appetite. he eats what he needs, with random bursts of being really hungry (it’s a neurodivergent thing). i imagine he has a extra fondness for pasta and can put a surprising amount of it away when he wants to. tho typically for ease, he’ll stick to noodles. he takes his coffee mild and decaf. i hc him as a vegetarian due to not being able to process meat. his body also cannot handle alcohol and the one time he tried it he needed to be hospitalized. his ice cream preference is vanilla with chocolate sprinkles. or honeycomb. favourite vegetable is capsicum (which he’d call a bell pepper because he’s american), favourite fruit is pineapple. on that note he likes pineapple pizza. overall he eats simple but isn’t against trying new things. he has a very neutral disposition towards food

char: of the trio, i define charlotte as the Loud Passionate One so obviously being a big eater goes with that, likes a big breakfast (eggs, sausages, sometimes french toast!), sometimes skips lunch when she’s working at the museum due to focus, has a ravenous sweet tooth (i haven’t been subtle that i’ve made her ADORE chocolate but in general i see her liking sweet things), she can handle eating less tho because she’s gone on plenty of expeditions and such. so i think she eats a lot under normal circumstances because, like, she can. i don’t think i need to tell you what her ice cream or starbucks preferences are, do i? takes her coffee with three sugars, two coffees and creamy. likes mochas and hot chocolates too. with marshmallows. naturally, her fave kind of chocolate is galaxy because she is an English Woman. another fave of hers is cadbury’s creme eggs. but lest you think Good Lord Sapphire This Woman’s Entire Body Is A Sugar Molecule, don’t worry she does eat well. like veggies, fruits, meats, she’s fine. of meats, she has a fondness for fish (i have no further information, im terrible with fish. but she’s a pom, so...). favourite fruit is pear, favourite vegetable is peas. likes a bacardi, or rum and coke

miles: he eats a “normal” amount but he’s a grazer. which means, not so much Set Meal eating than eating/snacking thru out the day. he takes his coffee black, no surprise, but with sugar! see, its a metaphor. for him. likes fried eggs and hash browns. his fave food is very cheap mac and cheese. i think in general he really likes cheese. he doesn’t have complicated tastes, like, he grew up poor. he likes seafood (in particular fish tacos) but not lobster as he discovered when he got cashed up. he likes salty food but likes sweets too, in particular i can imagine him snacking on m&ms, skittles, gummi bears. little things. doesn’t have a fave vegetable because he doesn’t care enough, to him veggies are things to eat so you won’t die. doesn’t hate him but isn’t excited to eat ‘em. fave ice cream is mint choc. he’ll drink whatever (except for vodka) but is used to beer. thinks pineapple on pizza is an abomination, espech since he really likes pizza otherwise. i consider him a food opportunist, like, oh theres food here? yoink. or like, oh hey, if everybody else is eating, i’ll have whatever’s going on

....i feel like whenever i write hcs about these guys my brain takes on their tone. like, that was a lot of short, eh whatever, sentences for miles there

Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time

dan:

- reading (really depends on how you define Wasting Time). also he composes music and when he was alive, that was considered wasting time (ugh)

- sometimes even just doing hobbies or work or whatever, even then, he tends to have this feeling of never doing enough due to his Perfectly Healthy And Supportive Upbringing [seethes] so uhhhh basically, anxiety? like this was a dude raised to think anything other than his work was a waste of time. it didn’t exactly work but a decent amount of that Pressure has to still sit with him

char:

- watching tv, espech star trek

- not a waste of time if you’re enjoying yourself

miles:

- card and board games (weren’t expecting that, were ya? i’m not saying that's his Fave Thing To Do, but he considers that a good chill out thing to do. something to do when ur bored but you don’t feel like watching tv or having sex)

- “it’s something to do”

Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t workout?

dan:

for original lifetime dan, it was Do Science, Make Mom Proud (tiny voice: and maybe spend the rest of my life with charlotte. if i’m lucky. maybe. please? love?) cuz i imagine dan, although very focussed on the future, actually doesn’t think/care about HIS future. i just don’t think he cares about himself enough

limbo dan is like Make Music, Love Charlotte. which is fair. and then Love Miles on top of that. so yeah, just wants to be a good musician and husband. and one day, father. with char actually in his life in this world, thats def on his mind. he won’t bring it up tho, he’ll wait for her to mention it :3

(dan’s canon contingency plan for things not working out is hydrogen bomb)

char:

alive char, like, ADVENTURE! ISLAND! SOLVE MYSTERIES! that makes it sound like she’s a fucking scooby doo character. i mean, her Goal was to find the island and find out what the fucky duck is going on. she did that. and overall his goals seem like adventure/career orientated. i hc that this version of char never intended on getting married or having kids. she wasn’t Against the ideas and she’s certainly had romances but she was more thinking of other things. (that and i think deep down char thought nobody would ever wanna marry her)

in limboverse There Is No Mystery but she still has her great job(s), that is she works at a museum and i think she goes on expeditions sometimes. so theres that, she’s got the great career. really, her Plan for the future in this world is live the live she couldn’t before. she (and dan!) died young so they’re gonna like, actively adore each other and get married and have kids. and also miles is there. ha, that sounded so rude. she loves miles too. (besties/fuck buddies turned Hey You Wanna Join Me And Dan’s Relationship and miles like... yeah sure)

miles:

step one: get money to fill gaping hole of sadness in chest

step two: ????

step three: die

and even my limbo miles whomst i’ve put with dan and char doesn’t have any plans for the future, besides like, do his job and maybe become a dad again (context: i hc that miles had two kids with richard when he was alive). so he’s still chilling but without the depressing ache of loneliness and bitterness

so basically long story short for all of them (in limboverse): Love & Family

Superstitions or views on the occult?

ohooo i like this one

dan: didn’t grow up believing in magic and such (which is super ironic because his mother is a fucking other) but he has a very open mind. i think he’ll believe it if he’s thrust into the situation. it’s interesting really, dan is known as the science guy and that's great but he’s super fucking accepting of not science shit. tho of course, he’s not seeing the island time travel as magic but science. but more importantly, he regards miles’ powers with zero doubt or questioning. he doesn’t even seem confused, he is absolutely on board with miles being able to talk to dead people. this all implies miles told him off screen and dan believes him

so basically he’ll accept whatever is presented to him as true

which honestly, is what a good scientist is like. the trope of the scientist character who is ultra non believing of the supernatural, even when they’re seeing it before their eyes, is annoying. like, you know the ones? the ones who get angry about it. the overly skeptical scientist. hate that. dan is not that

and his character arc includes embracing free will over destiny so there's that

char: she’s not superstitious and doesn’t believe in magic or the supernatural at all. tho thrown into bizarre situations she’s like ???? but has to accept it. and she KNOWS something is up with the island. she knows its different. i just mean, under normal circumstances she’d regard magic stuff as funny nonsense. i hc that char, in living life, doesn’t believe miles can speak to the dead. really fucking weird this isn’t addressed in the show but hahaaaa they wasted char! anyways and like, if presented with the concept that dan’s brain damage is being healed by the island, she’d look confused, say thats impossible but she’d think on it

what i’m saying is she’ll rule out magic concepts at first, on reflex. but would grow to accept them, especially with stuff she knows/has repressed

she doesn’t believe in ghosts, psychics, visions, magic healing and all those exist in her world, so it’s all a matter of experience

miles: WELL WHADDYA THINK

actually it’s funny. miles has magic powers but he’s 0% superstitious and i imagine outside of his own powers, he really doesn’t believe in the occult. i hc that until he personally proved otherwise, he grew up thinking he was mentally ill. and once he realised it was true, thought he was some kind of freak

and he’s incredulous when he finds out hurley has powers too. tho miles, being miles, does roll with the punches a lot in the show, he’s skeptical when it comes to hurley's power. and i find that interesting. also i fucking love how when hurley describes his power, miles says “thats not how it works”, like ???? babe???

but overall his attitude on the island is like “well. this is happening”

i do think thru his life, despite his power, he doesn’t believe in All Magic or occult or whatever. i also hc that he attracted those kind of people who are REALLY into astrology and auras and stuff like that and he found them exasperating. (i think he’d be a lot more okay with it if it was claire who was talking about astrology and palm reading with him. he’d be endeared when its her)

and i think he thinks other psychics he’s met or seen on tv are straight up bullshit. he can believe he has it but he’s skeptical of other people. just assumes they’re scammers. hell, he was a scammer. who just happened to have the power. he was like “well i have this, i may as well get some use outta it”

oh and in limboverse, they all kinda have to accept their situation. and they take it with ease due to appreciating getting happier lives

How do they express love?

a dan who loves you will pet your face and look at you like ur his entire reason to live. a char who loves you will squeak at your jokes and will never once let you feel bad about yourself. a miles who loves you is sorry he isn’t better at this stuff but he really is trying... sure we can cuddle if you wanna, that’s cool v///v

the dan and char we saw in the show was them holding back and i find that very amusing because they were HEART EYES AS FUCK for each other and so affectionate and so soft hearted, like oh my gosh. canon show dan/char is them when they’re pining... when they’re not even a couple (yet, damn it)

imagine them at full power

i figured it out, dan/char couldn’t be an Official Couple because then jeremy davies and rebecca mader would have destroyed us all, especially me

anyways. they’re both very protective of each other. they... they touch each other a lot. like a lot for people who aren’t dating and whomst don’t think the other one loves them. like char is surprised when dan says he loves her. that fucking astonishes me. HE’S NOT SUBTLE. char are you okay???

dan is more open about the love than char, seeing as he said it. and double downed on it. char i feel was holding back for different reasons than dan. dan was holding back (fucking barely) because of eloise’s Love Will Only Bring Pain upbringing, which’d give somebody a serious complex. so he was adverse to actually pursuing a relationship AND i figure he thought “she wouldn’t wanna be with me anyways”. but char i imagine, a deep seated insecurity and need to be defensive, but also! dan was like REALLY mentally unwell before the island. and that's the dan that char knows (and loves) but she’d feel guilty if she pursued anything with him. like she’s taking advantage of a brain damaged person

ah fuck i went on a big thing about why they didn’t become a couple instead of like.... the question. how do they express love? like they did in the show. smiles, touches, longing gazes, protectiveness. they would die for each other

as for miles, how does he express love? Not Well. at first

whoever is the first person he fell in love with (i imagine richard), he was not good at... being open about that. i don’t think miles is good with love. lived his life pretty detached/bitter about the concept, which i imagine is due to having cynicism about life and death. everybody you love is gonna die, so why bother? (his mom dying hit him pretty hard) so uhhh its gonna be... baby steps

slowly becoming more open about liking somebody, becoming more affectionate, more... uh, couple-y (and later throuple-y). it’d take time and he will always be miles, but hey, he gets there. he’ll still always have his snark but he won’t be a Genuine Asshole to people he loves. heck, i imagine he’ll be downright soft in the right situation. and he can be gentle and kind. he’s a salty boy not a cunt

but i digress. basically he’s a little “yeah, yeah, i love you too, shut up” about it but he does have that soft gooey center. basically those who know him, and love him, know his true heart. it’s just a part of being miles “defensive walls” straume

feels love (and even that takes him a while to realise, cuz he hasn’t been a romantic relationship kinda guy, most of his life his relationships have been a Just Sex thing), not Great at like... Doing Love, you know what i mean? but like once he’s used to it, he can be quite a tender little pudding cup, actually

[letters-from-the-three-houses]

GODDD I /LOVE/ your edelgard x dimitri stuff so much omfg... all this potential for tenderness and angst between these two is just so *chefs kiss* im shy but can i request a deeper look into what edelgard might like about dimitri (physical, personality, etc) i imagine being the heiress makes her a bit detached, and she never got to feel like a normal girl with a crush... let her love and my poor soft boy be appreciated

thank you!!!! i’m grateful for the praise, anon, but that explanation of yours is a chef’s kiss all to itself! claude would know and he would be entertained by it. in the original draft of the other post, i said he’d think of eddie/dimitri as his favourite source of melodrama, but i got rid of it bc it didn’t flow well with the rest of the hcs

this turned out to be longer than i expected (holy smokes), so thank goodness the read more finally works again

enjoy!

p.s. for those who don’t know yet, it’s currently my fourth favourite season of the year—midterm season—hence why the blog’s been running slow these days. i’ll be back to normal speed once the second week of july rolls around. so just in time for the two week countdown! i’ll still doing my best to work on requests in my spare time, but studying’s important and i’m going to get me some good grades 🕶️

edelgard’s initial impression of him was that he was much too like herself

with a slight frown and a straight stature, he looked regal, imposing, and dignified

calculating and cool, wary and doubting

she could see herself in him and it put her on her guard

so when she introduced herself for the first time, she made sure to act as aloof at possible

“i am edelgard von hresvelg,” she said, a hand on her chest as she bowed. “it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, prince dimitri”

she expected him to do the same, a well-practiced propriety that only the heir of faerghus could have

so when he grinned, she froze

“well met,” he told her, genuity dripping from his voice. “but really, the honour is entirely mine. i’ve heard only the best things about you, and though i had no doubt they were true, your prowess against those bandits only solidified the claim”

it made her more uneasy than she’d admit, but she masked her discomfort with a passive expression

and during their entire trip to the monastery, she stole secret glances his way, still confused and trying to understand their interaction

whenever he caught her eye, he simply smiled and nodded at her

it was all so baffling

and it bugged her so much that when they were already in the academy, she continued her habit of studying him

she couldn’t understand how someone so…innocent could make it this far on their own

she got her answer one day when she found him laughing and joking around with his housemates

and realization clicked

there, she thought

he could act so open because he believed he had people he could trust to watch his back

and for a moment, all she felt was pity

it was foolish of him

naive

didn’t he know that putting too much faith in someone made it easier for them to stab you in the back?

whenever he was around, she couldn’t help but watch him—like she was waiting for a train wreck to happen

surely this would all fall apart

sooner or later, his so-called ‘friends’ would show their true selves and intentions

but no matter how long she waited, nothing happened

and she began to think

maybe

just maybe

his housemates really treated him like he hasn’t the prince of faerghus

but instead, like he has their equal

like he was just…him

the idea was rather foreign to her, but if she was being fully honest, it was intriguing

she still thought it was unwise

but she was curious to know how it was possible

was it something about dimitri in particular? or was it perhaps because the people in faerghus were just more trusting in nature?

she wondered what it’d be like if adrestia was like that

(and at that, she shook her head and forced herself to turn away)

(nonsense; that line of thinking would surely get her into trouble)

(and yet, she couldn’t help but sneak another glance, watching the way his face brightened when he laughed)

because of interest, or perhaps habit—what else would it be?—she continued studying his every move and mannerism

whenever she talked with him, she memorized his expressions

in an argument, his brows pinched together as he frowned, showing every crease and wrinkle of disagreement

when he was taken aback, pale skin giving way to a warm blush, he stuttered and stumbled on his words

when she quipped a joke, rare as it was, his eyes shone in awe, mouth slightly ajar, before he schooled his features into a smile

it was hard to look away from

and the image of him, light and happy, would remain at the forefront of her mind for the rest of the day

from then on, she sometimes daydreamed about him

reimagining the emotions that would flit on his face

and how, even if he’d try to hide them, they would bleed through with his bad acting

how he’d try to pretend he hadn’t just jumped five feet in the air in surprise

or how he’d clear his throat to divert the attention from his reddening ears

she’d breathe out a laugh before realizing what she was doing, and she’d snap out of it to redirect her thoughts elsewhere

it didn’t stop people from noticing

whenever she was in that mood, staring out into space with a pensive look, hubert would ask, “my lady, are you alright?”

and she’d jolt back to her senses, replying with a “most certainly” before going back to her book

or petra would look on, quizzical at edelgard’s constant sighing, and say, “distraction by something, lady edelgard?”

“no,” she’d say after a moment’s pause. “it’s nothing. sorry, petra, what were you saying about practice?”

it was rather subtle, but the moments and slip ups compounded as the days went on, and the eagles were all worried about what was happening

they finally realized what it was during one of the house tournaments

usually, when the match was against the deer, edelgard would study her housemate’s every move, noting any mistakes and areas for improvement that she’d touch upon later

but when it was against the lions, their leader seemed almost…expectant?

even when the match was bernadetta vs. mercedes—and edelgard was taking careful consideration to make sure bernadetta got the encouragement she needed

her gaze would keep sliding over

so, following edelgard’s line of sight, they noticed she was looking at dimitri

dorothea gasped

caspar elbowed linhardt so hard he almost toppled over

hubert and petra blinked in realization

and ferdinand, disgusted, had a look on his face that said, ‘out of all the people she could have chosen, she chose him? seriously?’

but they watched in silence, eyes flitting back and forth between the two leaders

meanwhile, edelgard was unaware of what was going on behind her

and when bernadetta won, she stiffened as dimitri came over to relay his congratulations

he grinned, almost cheeky. “as expected from your members, edelgard. after all, they learn from the best”

she stared for a moment, a bubbly feeling rising up in her stomach, before she turned her gaze to the training grounds. “yes, quite. you’d best keep up lest you get left in the dust”

“of course. i suspect we’ll be training hard for the next few weeks.” he laughed and it was light, like cold air on a winter’s morning. “still, it’s no loss to lose to you”

her eyes flashed at that, ready to retort

was that an insult?

was he implying they were too insignificant to even be considered proper opponents?

but when she focused on him, she stopped, the argument dying on her lips

because once again, dimitri was staring at her with an earnestness that told her he had utmost faith in her abilities

again, he didn’t bother to hide the full extent of his feelings

but unlike the first time, it didn’t make her uncomfortable

instead, it made her feel…warm?

almost happy?

she softened, about to respond in kind when she realized what was happening

and she hardened her expression before clipping out, “then i suppose matches aren’t the only thing you’ll lose, if your pride has already slipped from you. farewell”

then she turned around, calling to her house to tell them they were leaving

(caspar almost screamed, “what are you doing?!” but linhardt clamped a hand over his mouth)

for the next few days, the eagles secretly monitored edelgard, noting the times when she stopped in her tracks to stare at something

or when her lips would twitch upwards

or when she’d look almost…longing

and they would find dimitri in the area

but whenever they tried to subtly talk about it—"so, have you been thinking about anyone lately?“—edelgard would look at them like she didn’t understand

finally, it dawned on them: he was her first crush

(ferdinand sighed and said it wasn’t worth the effort, but dorothea dragged him along anyway and told him it was for the greater good)

they began to be more overt, name dropping dimitri into conversations and saying good things about him

“he’s talented and smart. he gets top marks in his house, doesn’t he?”

“yeah. and he certainly doesn’t slack off in training”

“he’s also really considerate! just the other day, i saw him help someone who tripped and had all their books flying all over the place. when they tried to apologize to him, he said it was no trouble and even offered to carry some of their stuff to their next class”

“huh, he’s pretty cool”

edelgard would nod along, a smile playing on her face as she felt proud that people were acknowledging his strong qualities

one day, they asked back, “what do you think about him?”

and she stopped in her tracks, heart in staccato, as she simply said, “he’s much too nice for his own good”

too trusting

too honest

too expressive

she thought of his eyes, always crinkled at the corners when he looked at her

his voice, smooth and velvety, when he leaned over to speak in her ear

his awe, clear and evident, when he praised her for her hard work

it made her insides all warm and fuzzy, but she didn’t say that out loud

(it was hard for the others to really guess what she meant by that, though they supposed her wistful tone was answer enough)

and they continued upping their game so she could finally realize that she liked him as more than a friend

dorothea lent her some romance novels, making her listen to explanations of how wonderful it would be to fall in love, all the while ranting about the symptoms that edelgard herself had shown

“sneaking glances when you think they aren’t looking, holding your breath when they get too close to you, straightening your clothes when you see them at a distance—”

caspar would try to make her jealous by relaying gossip about the other people dimitri was close with

“his childhood friends must know a whole lot about him! do you think they have some embarrassing stories they can share?”

bernadetta, cooking way too many extra sweets, would say, “maybe you could give this to someone you know? there are too many to eat by myself…”

(edelgard shared it with the rest of her housemates first, then the professors, then claude, then dimitri, who gave her such a sweet smile in return that her skin turned warm)

(her housemates only shook their heads and sighed, but at least it was progress)

(and by this point, claude picked up the signals, sending the eagles a thumbs up in solidarity to tell them he’d do his part whenever he could)

it almost seemed hopeless, really, because edelgard just didn’t seem to understand her own feelings

but claude would have none of it

and instead of all the secretive mumbo jumbo, he went straight for the kill

“hey,” he whispered one day, after one of the interlord meetings, “do you like dimitri?”

she glanced at him, then the boy in question. her heart pattered at the word ‘like’. “of course i do. don’t you?”

“that’s not what i meant. i meant, you know—” he leaned in like he was going to tell her a secret, eyebrows wiggling all the while. “—romantically”

she almost choked. “what?”

the outburst caused dimitri to look at them, concerned, the question on his face asking, ‘are you okay?’

and she nodded at him, a bit embarrassed, before turning back to claude. “where did that come from?” she hissed under her breath

he chuckled. “don’t tell me you thought i didn’t notice. you sneak glances whenever you think he isn’t looking and you hang onto every word he says. it’s pretty obvious”

“what does that have to do with me liking him like…that?”

“um, because people who like someone act just like that? so you like him?”

“that’s…that’s nonsense”

he slung his arm over her shoulders. “oh come on, eddie—”

“don’t call me that”

“—i know you’re smarter than that. you’ve probably already figured it out but you just don’t want to admit it. ’course, i’d be bummed out myself if i found out i had a crush on our resident noodle boy—”

“don’t call him that”

he eyed her glare with amusement. “wow,” he chirped, “i knew it was bad, but i didn’t know it was this bad”

“is something the matter?” dimitri called from the other side. “the two of you have been whispering furiously to yourselves this past little while, and it’s showing no signs of stopping.” he frowned and tilted his head. “is it something i should know about?”

claude grinned. “yeah, definitely, we were talking about—”

“claude!”

“—the fine intricacies of human emotion. fascinating subject. very deep. the two of you should discuss it sometime”

then, with a wink and an exaggerated wave, he said “ciao!” and made a speedy getaway

whether it was because of the awkward conversation she just had or because of the fact that dimitri made his way to stand much too close to her, she couldn’t get the heat off of her face

“that was odd,” he said. “though to be fair, he’s always weird”

“quite,” she mumbled

he sent her a sheepish look. “i’ll apologize on his behalf”

“it’s not you who should be sorry. you don’t even know what you’re saying it for”

“yes, but it’s for the discomfort you felt. it’s not something i enjoy seeing on your face”

why was he so nice? claude’s words repeated over and over and over again

“thank you then.” she tried to keep her voice even. “i appreciate it”

he returned it with a soft smile. “it was the least i could do for you,” he told her, voice no louder than a murmur, and all she could do was curl her toes. “well, i best be going. i won’t be able to win against you if i idle around, yes?”

you don’t have to, she wanted to say. you could stay here with me

instead, she nodded. “of course.” and in spite of herself: “do try your best, dimitri, but i’m afraid the future is already set in stone”

it was playful, a rarity from her, and his eyes widened for a moment before he laughed. “then i suppose i’m unfortunate enough to attempt defying the fates.” he bowed, low, with only the deepest of respect in his stance. “until then, my lady”

when he left, her mind raced through all that had been said and done

from the moment she had laid eyes on him

to her growing fondness

to her housemate’s hints and claude’s words

to now, heart beating wildly against her chest

she couldn’t deny it any longer

she liked him

and for the first time in her life, within the quiet walls of a room she had all to herself

away from the eyes

away from the judgments

away from the adrestian throne

she let herself grin silly

a/n: dimitri is unknowingly smooth. but for everyone’s sake, do not tell him how smooth he is. because once you do, he becomes way too self-conscious about it and turns into a bumbling mess

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Unaddressed Letters - Part V

                                                           Leaving Jacksonville - part I

The night they leave is warm and quiet. End of the summer, the streets downtown are still fairly crowed after the sun goes down, Stacy has some costumers roaming around the thrift shop while Chase, just across the street, sweats in the kitchen of a Mexican restaurant, trying to leave no meat uncooked and no drink without ice.

During a brief moment of precious spare time, he checks his phone.

“Call me when you are done with the dishes, kitchen boy" reads the screen.

His heart skips a beat and he frowns. Of course she’s texting him, they are friends. They go back home together every single night after work. This is not something worth a heart-beat skipping, when the fuck is his brain going to get the memo?

He can’t continue his internal screaming - those burritos aren’t going to make themselves.

The young girl puts her phone away as an old man approaches the counter. Dark eyes, whitening short brown hair, a full goatee and about two heads taller than her. He doesn’t look scary per se, but neither does he look friendly and yet Stacy is invaded by an strange feeling of warm comfort when met by this unknown client and ponders, for a second, why. When it clicks, her hands freeze. She keeps her gaze glued on the light blue shirt she’s bagging, choking back the tears. It’s always like this, something ordinary, unimportant, pulls the trigger and the pain rushes to her eyes. She manages to snap out of it, but not without the man noticing.

“Is everything okay, ma’am?”

Fuck, even his voice is similar. She fails at smiling and looks away.

“Yes, sir, it’s just…you look a lot like...uh, my dad. Well, not a lot, it’s mostly the beard...I think…”

As she looks down, it’s impossible to deny the burn in her throat and the shaking of her hands. Not now, please, not here. Crying during working hours in a thrift shop that’s probably – totally – laundering drug money.

Well, that’s a new low.

“Did you lose him recently?” asks the man gently, prompting her to look up.

“No, I…I lost him when I was kid. He was shot…a robbery gone wrong…”

He nods, no trace of pity in his features, only compassion and understanding. Maybe he lives in town, maybe he also lost someone in the hands of the corrupted and greedy. Maybe he knows this pain too.

“I’m sorry to tell you, darling, that it won’t ever stop hurting, especially in your case, a loss so unfair, but let me tell you this…” the old man stops for a second, and then, with more conviction than Stacy has ever witnessed in her entire life “…you are strong enough to handle this and any other nonsense that life throws at you. You just gotta remember that, always."

Her phone buzzes for a long minute but she doesn’t pick up. She’s still holding her breath when he gives her the money. She wants to tell him to not worry about it, the shirt is on her, but with such a tight budget, every cent counts. All she can do is smile and thank him.

Another call. She tries her best to sound calm but Chase can tell something's wrong in the tiredness of her "hey". She explains quickly, hoping to ease his friend's mind - he's already anxious mess by default, wouldn't want to fuel it up - and after repeating at least ten times "yes, Chase, I swear I'm ok now", she sighs and then asks.

"Can we go down to the bar tonight?"

There's a second of silence. She hates drinking or, to be more precise, she hates seeing him drinking. She claims he likes it a bit too much for his own good. She continues.

"I'll hurry up and close this dumpster in a minute, and then we go straight down to Joe's, what do you say?"

He knows what his friend is doing, she's avoiding herself, avoiding the thinking, the pain and honestly, he can't blame her. He's been there, done that, and she always stayed by his side whenever he went into Emotionless Drunk Mess mode, so he has no problem returning the favor now.

"I say I'm covered in sweat, blood and other unknown bodily fluids so maybe we go home and take a shower first?"

When she laughs, he feels his heart become a little lighter.

"First of all: ew, gross; secondly: We take shower? Are you suggesting we take it together, Brody?"

And there it is, that's the Stacy he knows and loves - a teasing smart ass. This time though, he doesn't let her words fluster him - too much - and attacks back.

"Of course, Walters, we gotta do it for the environment's sake, you know? We gotta save water!"

"Oh, yeah, totally, that’s why, it has nothing to do with you dying to see me naked."

"I feel so insulted you would even dare to think that, young lady, I am a gentleman!"

"Oh, sure thing, perv. Okay, I'll finish here and meet you outside in a bit."

The smile on his face lingers all the way until he sees her walking out the store. He nods curiously at the bag on her hand. She smiles like a kid planning a prank and simply winks.

“I’m just borrowing a little something.”

“Uh, yeah, that’s called stealing, Stacy.”

She chuckles and then, as she usually does, starts a fire in his chest with just a short phrase.

“Don’t judge me, I just want to look pretty for our date.”

She’s joking, Brody, she’s fucking joking, like all friends do.

Just as they get to their stop, their bus arrives.

“This must be our lucky night” exclaims Stacy surprised. Once they are settled in their seats, she rests her head  on his shoulder and grabs his hand. Chase simply does his best to not suffer a stroke.

“We have to get out of here, dude. Soon.”

“That’s the plan” stutters the young man, wishing he could sound a bit less nervous by something that they have been doing for years now.

“Yeah, I know, but we always talk about it as a goal in the future and I…I don’t know. I feel like we shouldn’t wait too long or we might end up never leave this town” mutters Stacy with a sudden grim tone.

“Don’t say that, dude, of course we are doing it,” says her friend as her grabs her chin, looking for her eyes, all awkwardness replaced by the imperative need to bring her smile back “we promised we would, didn’t we?”

She nods half-heartedly and snuggles up against him, like a lost dog hides from the rain under a frail tree. As he hugs her, bringing her closer, he whispers against her dark hair: “Let’s set a date.”

“For our wedding? Sorry, Brody, but you haven’t even proposed to me yet” she jokes dryly.

Ignoring the sudden rush of heat on his body, he replies: “No, dumbass, for our escape!”

She come out of her shelter and looks at him with a hint of excitement on her eyes.

“A date?”

“Yeah, a date. Tell me when you want to leave.”

She bites her lower lip - one of her many quirks that drives him insane - and inhales slowly. As she breathes out, she answers: “End of this year. That should give us enough time to save a decent amount of money, make a good plan and maybe find a place to rent.”

“Well, end of the year it is. December 31 we are getting the fuck out of Jacksonville.”

And when he laughs, she feels the whole world become a little lighter.

More info, previous chapters, tag list AND HEADCANONS under the cut

First and foremost, I apologize for any mistakes in the chapter. This one wasn’t proof-read either and on top of that I wrote it on a rush but hopefully it’s decent ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

All chapters in chronological order, here. Previous chapter, here. Next chapter, here.

SO, yes, this is a two-part chapter - truth be told, I’m only posting this now and not both parts as one since I’m quite busy and have no time to finish writing it but I still wanted to post something now as, idk, a christmas special???? whatever, I just wanted to post it, lol

Anyways, HEADCANON TIME:

* As you may have noticed in the last chapter, Chase and Stacy’s daughter - Esperanza (which, by the way, means Hope in Spanish) - has a VERY Latino name, well, that’s because my hc is that Stacy is latina! Well, half latina, her mom is latina, her dad is white and because Stacy is white-passing and her mom knew about the struggles of being a Latina woman in the US, Stacy’s parents decided to give her a very white first name, so she would have it “easier” in life. Spoiler alert: she didn’t have it easier in life. Like, at all.

* Despite that, she still has a very Latino second name - Dolores (which means Pains in Spanish *winkwink*) - that she loves just as much as she loves her Latino heritage, and that’s why she named her daughter like that - Chase 100% loves the name as well.

* This is kinda spoilerish (because I will explore this headcanon in far more depth later on the fic) but I still feel you guys should know: Before they were the best of friends, Henrik and Chase were penpals - they met through an elementary school penpal project and kept writing each other all the way until adulthood, when they finally met face to face.

* Neither Chase or Stacy had pets - or were allowed to have any - by the time they became friends, but they both love animals and started feeding a cat they always came across on their way to school. They named the cat Sam.

* Stacy is allergic to cats. She loved Sam from a distance.

* Chase knows quite a bit of Spanish Stacy taugh him. She didn’t teach him just for funsies but because she ended up getting him a job in a Mexican restaurant and the owners didn’t speak English. She was very impressed by how easy it was for him to get used to the Latino enviroment and how good he turned out to be at cooking.

* Chase knows Stacy likes her second name better than her first, but sucks at pronuncing it correctly so he only call her Dolores jokingly andsometimeswhentheyhavesex

* They weren’t each others “first”, but Stacy told Chase after they did it for the first time that she had never enjoyed sex before him (and Chase almost cried because of such huge compliment).

* Esperanza is fluent in Spanish and English and knows a bit of German thanks to Uncle Henrik. Henrik is also Esperanza’s godfather.

I have way more headcanons but all of them are incredibly spoilery, so this is all you get for now. Now let’s move on to the next chap-

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Red Queen Fan Fiction: Questions

A/N: This is some old request. I HC this only works in-universe; if this was in a modern AU, Farley would let Shade do this buy one of these books written exactly for the purpose of telling Clara.

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Mare POV

I follow Clara in her determined gait, trying to keep myself from grinning. When she started to ask her awkward questions, laughing and an abominable lightning reference were my only answers, reasonably leading to her frustration. I recommend to query her mother instead, thus we find Farley, with Ada beside her, in her office which is full of papers and folders spread everywhere.

When they look up from their work, Clara's resolve falters, as if she realizes the touchy subject of her curiousity.

"Mama?" she asks.

"Yes," Farley answers, still having an eye on a paper.

"Mama!" Clara's insistence surprises them but demands their attention. I lean against the doorframe with my arms crossed, undecided between wanting to vanish and to hear the fun waiting in this situation.

Clara hesitates no longer. "Mama, where do babies come from? Where do I come from? Mare only told me nonsense!" She might've said more, but the shifting emotions on Farley's face are entertainment enough. It's the acknowledgement that the day she knew would come has arrived and now she's at loss for words, despite all preparation - if she prepared. Yet Farley's helplessness rather spurs Clara.

"Please, I don't understand. Mare said that Daddy - "

"What did she say?" Farley retorts, slightly panicked. "Oh, never mind. Come here." She lifts Clara onto her lap.

"Umm, well ..." Farley gives me a glare and when I evade it, I see Ada snickering to herself.

She probably knows exactly how to explain, I think. But Ada merely smiles back at me like a partner in crime.

"Okay," Farley continues, "You might've seen that. Babies grow in their mothers' bellies for about nine months, as you did in mine, until you were around this large." She gestures. "Though I've learned you were a rather big baby," she jests and her smile contains the hope Clara will be satisfied with that.

"You came to a number of places with me back then. Time to tell you about those," she adds, clearly trying to dissemble. But no such luck, and all of us know it. Clara frowns, curiousity still written on her face.

"And what did Daddy have to do with this?"

Farley swallows. "Yes, Daddy was with us. So were Mare and Cal, Ada and Kilorn. That was at the notch, in the north of Norta. It was cold there, not like here. But we might go there again too, how about that, Clara?"

I have to flinch when I think of the notch. Our stay was an autumn of fear, hiding, and loneliness. But Farley smiles as she narrates, and not only to placate Clara. Because unlike me, I realize, she has fond memories of the place. She was happy there despite the dangers, as she and Shade were together and in love. A shiver goes down my back. I banish these thoughts, it's not what this is about. I glance at Ada again and her expression changes from neutral to encouraging when she catches me. As if she's always aware of our needs.

In the end, Clara isn't lured by Farley's blatant dodge. "Mama," she insists, "I wasn't asking about that. Where do -"

"Right, okay, okay," Farley stops her. "Yeah. So, Daddy and I made you -"

"Made?" Now Clara's intense frown stops her mother.

"Ah, that's a bad expression, I'm sorry," Farley corrects herself. "No, well. We made love; that is, we had sex." She pauses, now definitely entering the embarrassing zone and blushing more than usual whereas Clara remains adamant about getting her answers.

"There're many words for it. Sex is what couples do. Adult couples. It's fun, and sometimes, babies come from it." Despite Clara's doubtful expression, Farley just goes on, perhaps hoping to be done with it sooner if she keeps the stream of words flowing.

"But sex means commitment and trust. You and your partner give and get something in return and for a moment, you become ... one. That's it, basically. It's similar about children." Farley pats one of Clara's shoulders. "You've got one half of you from Daddy," she says, then pats the other one, "and one half from me. Though it's not as simple as that, as you're entirely your own, new person ... " she loses her thread but I think it's the most poetic thing I've ever heard her say. Although she's clearly improvised and it was a little silly and convoluted.

"That was well-put, Diana," Ada comments. Indeed, Clara appears convinced, finally.

"Umm," she mumbles, with an adorable pout.

"Any more questions, dove?" Beneath her smile, Farley seems relieved.

"No ... maybe later. But ... Mama ... " Clara can't continue. Instead she's looks like she's about to cry. "I wanna see Daddy," she sniffs, urging Farley to pull her close.

"I know, dove," she replies, and stands up with the girl in her arms to leave the room, but not before giving Ada an apologizing glance. "Who doesn't?" she adds quietly.

I couldn't agree more.

Ada sighs, her amusement slightly deceased. "May we look at your power plant's data now, Mare?" she proposes, remembering the reason I came here to begin with. Yet I doubt she has only work on her mind.

"Is it always like this?" I wonder.

She shrugs. "It's worth it, for me, for us. Like even painful memories can be beautiful."

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