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evasive-anon · 4 months

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Jason Attacking Tim at Titans Tower

Fanon vs Canon

We've all seen the versions in fanfiction but I'm not so sure everyone's seen the original so if you're one of those batfam fans who doesn't want to read the comics (regardless of reasons) but you are curious about how it actually went this is for you.

What I'm addressing:

What does Jason actually say to Tim during the attack?

Did Jason drug all the other Titans?

Did Jason really wear a Robin costume?

Did Jason slit Tim's throat or call him replacement?

Did Jason actually break Tim's bo staff?

Was Tim crying or scared?

Did Jason write a message on the wall in Tim's blood?

Did Jason's eyes glow green?/Did he follow pit rage mechanics?

Panels and details below. This is a LONG one.

What did Jason actually say to Tim during the attack?

Dialogue in fanfiction during the Titans Tower attack varies based on what kind of fic you're reading but usually its either 'time to clip Replacement's wings' if its staying a beatdown whump 'or oh no precious lil bby why is no one watching you' if its an accidental child acquisition. Not judging either option, but this ain't about them its about the real shit.

Look at these opening lines:

Hey, Tim. I was here first.You're the Red Hood. You've been cleaning up Gotham the easy way. Easy? What do you know about easy, Tim? You had a father that looked after you. You went to a private school, right? You slept in a bed. I slept on the streets, I lived in the alleyways in Gotham. Trying to survive. Until Bruce took me in. I trained as hard as I could. I did whatever he asked. . . at least at first. But it didn't matter. They said I wasn't tough enough to be robin. But today, they say you are. Show me, Tim. Show me what you have that I didn't.

Jason really puts himself out there in all of his dialogue in this encounter, the struggle of having to fight for anything and everything he got in life, even the things that came to everyone else for free, and then being told he wasn't even good enough for the things he fought for.

There's a trope in fanfics that if Jason knew Tim stalked Batman and forced his way into being Robin that it would change how Jason felt about the situation but that's even addressed in this comic:

You were a kid, worried about how Batman was spiraling down into darkness. You spent weeks tracking the dark knight. Solving a mystery no one else could. You discovered who he was behind that mask. Millionaire Bruce Wayne. You were so pleased with yourself, I'm sure that you forgot who you were really dealing with. I know Bruce Wayne. And let me tell you, Tim if someone was trying to find out who Batman really was. If someone was stalking him for weeks. He'd know about it. You can't be that good. I am. He let you find him. And I bet he said the same thing to you as he did to me, didn't he? That you had a talent to make a difference in Gotham. That he needed someone he could trust in war on crime. That you were one of a kind. The light to his darkness. Robin, the Boy Wonder.

Tim saying 'I am' is really such a moment that doesn't come through in text because he is right that he really did do that but I also completely understand why Jason wouldn't believe it.

TBH my favorite part is how done Tim honestly sounds with Jason thoughout all his trauma dumping. Like imagine a grown man who used to work the same part time job as you breaking into your house, dressing up in your work uniform, ranting about how much the job ruined his life while he beats your ass??? God, and he probably had to write a fucking report about it after. RIP Timmy.

What do you want? Do you want to be Robin again? Is that it? You... want to take it away from me? Why in the hell would I ever want that? Don't you get it? When I died no one cared! No one remembered me. Are you completely insane? No one could forget you. I've spent my entire career wearing this mask under your shadow. I had to convince Batman to let me try this. All because he'll never stop blaming himself for what happened to you. You ask me, that's the only reason he hasn't taken you down. He's holding back. But me? No freakin' way. That's the Robin I wanted to see. Still. You do realize the whole idea of training a teenager to fight against something he'll never eradicate is a mistake. It didn't even surprise anyone when I died. When I failed. I failed-- but I'm still beating you. Do you think you're that good now?! Do you really, Tim? Yes.

Tim bashing Jason across the face as he says 'no freakin' way'? *chefs kiss*

Jason drugging the other Titans to knock them out?

Little bit true, Kory was actually just already away from the tower and BB and Cyborg were about to bounce because of the drama going on with Donna's return but Jason like super tazes them and then drugs Raven who he thought already went through enough shit without him knocking her out violently.

Note: Jason says in the text here that he never rolled with Cyborg or BB but like he actually did in some comics so?? The continuity is lie I guess idk.

Did he show up in Red Hood gear or a Robin costume?

Both tbh but he spent most of the time in the Robin costume but bro actually made a stripper rip away version of his Red Hood gear so he could dramatically reveal the Robin costume underneath. I can't believe no one ever includes that in their fics its so fucking funny.

Does he call Tim 'replacement' or slit his throat?

No, this came from a Batman comic with Hush not Teen Titans. That incident takes place in a graveyard not Titans Tower and he calls Tim pretender not replacement.

Does Jason break Tim's staff?

Tragically, no. The bo staff snap would have been iconic. Instead he just takes Tim's staff and beats Tim up with it and breaks stuff. BUT!! He uses it to bust a statue in the TITANS MEMORIAL ROOM which is a place in Titans Tower just for having statues of dead previous titans and Jason is rightfully pissed he didn't get one. Like Tim is correct in saying no one forgot him still but like I would be hurt too if all my friends made cool statues of friends that died and then just left my zombie ass out, like wtf.

Note: I am seriously losing my shit that I have never seen someone bring up the memorial room in a fanfic. That is so much angst material. 😭

Tim crying/ being scared?

Hell no. He's a fucking Robin you know he's being a sassy boy the whole time, even towards the end when he's about done he's still saying he's her and I love Tim for that.

Note: There are a few different times where Tim does a flippy Robin move and then Jason just fucking copies it like flexing that he can do it too, and its just so petty and stupid he's trying so hard to be better than an actual child. 💀I get why in the context of the situation but its still so ridiculous.

Message on the wall in Tim's blood?

TBH I really don't know for sure on this one?? Like its implied that he did but Tim isn't bleeding all that much throughout this beatdown and like we don't see Jason do it just the Titans reacting to seeing it after. It could be Tim's blood, it could be red paint, and it could even be that Jason packed an actual bucket of blood to bring with him to write a message with after he finished. TBH the world is your oyster on this one.

Note: If anyone can find another comic where this event was brought up where they actually clarify it was Tim's blood hmu and I'll update this but I couldn't find any.

Pit rage/ glowing green eyes?

Fanon only at this point in the comics. Jason is seems to be himself and even thinks Tim and his friends are pretty cool at the end, and he's just like reflecting on if he had good friends if he would have turned out better as he leaves.

#tim drake #jason todd #red hood #robin dc #teen titans #comic panels #jason and tim #teen titans 2003 #dc comics #panels are from teen titans (2003) issue 29 #i would never tell anyone they have to read comics but i do think seeing the original scene of fanon favs is good #not because you need to follow them but because its good to know what you're taking inspo from #jason attacking tim at titans tower #LONG POST

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screamin-abt-haikyuu · 2 months

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You're jealous but you can't do anything because you're not dating him (Part 7) - Wakatoshi Ushijima

Pairing: Ushijima x Fem! reader

Genre: Angst to fluff

Warnings: none, really? Reader calls him Toshi.

Requested by: @ushisrever

A/N: Can't believe I posted the last update to this more than two years ago. Has it really been that long???? The incomplete series has been bothering me for two years now lmao. Didn't think I'd ever find a fitting scenario for Ushiwaka but thanks to @dira333 helping me sound off some ideas, I was able to get that perfect "snap!" you get when you fit a puzzle piece in perfectly. Gave me enough brain juice to write this out before going back into hibernation.

Serving you some fresh, hot angst and then some lol. Enjoy the burn and then the healing. For someone who was as far removed from Ushiwaka (emotionally) as one can, writing this actually made me see him in a new light. Loved writing him. Hopefully, it stays as true to his canon nature as it can. Hopefully I don't trash this before it's out💀 but if you're reading this, it's good lol.

It feels like the entire Shiratorizawa is at the gates of the school.

"I can't believe she's coming to our school!"

"AAA I can't stop imagining how she'll look in our school uniform."

"Do you think she already has a boyfriend? Maybe I have a chance?"

"I don't know about a boyfriend but you certainly don't have a chance with her."

"Must you always be so cruel?!"

"If you think a star child actor who has made it so big in the industry is going to date a simpleton like you, you're delusional."

You sigh, annoyed, as you try to make your way through the babbling crowd. You're already late for your morning classes and you couldn't care any less about Hoshiko Nakamura. Or any celebrity for that matter.

"In fact, I don't think any boy in this school has a chance with her. Hmm... except maybe Ushiwaka? Not that he'd be interested in dating her anyway. Sometimes I feel like that guy doesn't have any emotions at all."

Your ears perk up at the Ace's name.

Wakatoshi Ushijima has become somewhat of a celebrity at school ever since he was selected for the under 19 representative for Japan in the Youth World Championship.

He was already well known as the formidable volleyball player who crushes any team that he takes on. However, his serious and stoic nature has kept most people from approaching him. Till now, at least.

The girl was right. Wakatoshi wouldn't even think about dating anyone. You seem fairly sure of that. However, the suggestion still leaves a bad taste in your mouth.

You're wrong about him not having any emotions you think as you finally break free from the crowd and sprint towards your classroom.

You've known Wakatoshi for as long as you can remember. You remember when his family moved into the house next to yours when you were just little kids. You remember watching the reserved, determined figure of the boy practicing volleyball all by himself in the nearby park. You remember going up to him and offering to play with him. Out of all these memories, the most vivid of them all was the way his eyes subtly lit up when you said you wanted to play with him.

Time has blurred into a haze since then. Even though you both went to different schools all through junior and middle school years, you both kept alive the tradition of playing volleyball together in park.

"You should come to Shiratorizawa," he had said that fateful day. You both were in the last year of middle school. It was a beautiful evening as you both walked back home from the park, the setting sun throwing hues of red and gold across the partially cloudy sky.

"That's not in my hands. I tried in middle school, remember? I want Shiratorizawa but Shiratorizawa doesn't seem to want me," you said, kicking a pebble on the road. Funny how I could say the same about you.

"That was three years ago. You have grown," he said without pause.

"We'll see. I don't want to get my hopes too high. You know just as well as I do that they give preference to athletes over normal students like me. Casual volleyball games with you are just about as sporty as I get," you said as you reached out to open the gate to your home.

You turned to say goodbye to him and found him looking at you, his expression more serious than usual.

"It's not about athleticism."

"Shiratorizawa only accepts the best. Be it volleyball or anything else. I believe you fit into that category. You should come," he says, looking straight into your eyes.

Your stomach flutters. How could he have so much faith in you? There is no doubt that he believes in you because Wakatoshi Ushijima always means what he says. Almost 5 years of knowing him had taught you that. You still found it hard to digest, though.

"I'll try my best, I promise."

"I know you will."

"Class, please give a warm welcome your new classmate, Hoshiko Nakamura!"

You can't help but gawk at her. Saying she is pretty would be a severe understatement. If she looks pretty on screen, it is nothing compared to what she looks like off screen. You look at your desk partner to see if he is thinking the same. Wakatoshi, however, seems to simply be listening to the teacher.

"Miss Nakamura, I'm sure you will have no problem settling in here. To kind of help you settle in this new environment, I was thinking of seating you next to Ushijima as I believe you two have met before at some of the national events."

The teacher might as well have thrown a bus at you and it would have felt just about the same as you do now.

Hoshiko's face lights up. "That would be great. Wakatoshi-kun has always been a delight to be with. Thank you for having me," she says and bows.

Did she just call him by his first name?

"Ah, Y/N, sorry for springing this on you so suddenly. I wanted to get a hold of you before morning class but couldn't. I hope it's not a problem," the teacher says.

You force a polite smile. "It's not a problem at all," you say and start packing your bag.

Hoshiko walks up to the desk and waits patiently for you to gather your stuff, thanking you again.

Your legs feel heavy as you take the empty seat diagonal to them in the adjacent row.

I'm panicking for no reason. They just know each other from an event. It makes sense to make her sit with a familiar and safe person, given her popularity. Yes, Wakatoshi is definitely the ideal choice in this scenario. He is not someone who would be creepy in any sense. He's also strong and intimidating so it would keep the creeps away. It's fine. It'll be fine. Nothing is going to happen between them... right?

"Wakatoshi-kun, I'm so glad I got to sit next to you," she says, smiling at him, speaking loud enough for people sitting nearby to hear.

"Actually, if I'm being honest, when I decided to come back to my hometown to complete my studies, I knew I wanted to go to Shiratorizawa immediately," she continues.

"Of course. Shiratorizawa is the best school in the prefecture. It's only natural to want to study here," Ushijima says, completely seriously.

Hoshiko blushes. "Ah... that is not what I meant... nevermind," she says, causing the guy behind them to burst into laughter.

It seems like the hollow sensation growing in your stomach is here to stay.

It has been two months since the day Hoshiko joined your school. With Ushijima going to school earlier than usual and practicing late into the night for the Inter High preliminaries, he hasn't been able to spend much time with you lately. Normally, this wouldn't have bothered you because you could see him in class everyday but with Hoshiko now taking your place, you barely get to say more than hi to him.

However, with the prelims now over and the upcoming week-long break ahead, you're hoping to get some one-on-one time with him once again. All these years with him have made him such an intrinsic part of your daily life that it feels like something big is missing when he's not around. To the world, Wakatoshi Ushijima might be a lot of things. But to you, Wakatoshi Ushijima is home. He is comfort. He is strength. He is someone that you know like the back of your own hand. He is someone that your heart always keeps coming back to. He is the only love you have ever known.

You know that he doesn't share the same feelings for you. But that doesn't stop your heart from longing for him.

The lessons for the day are over and you walk back to your class, eager to pack your bag and go home with Ushijima. You wonder if he'll want to go to the park in the evening.

"She's asking him out! She's asking him out!"

"No WAY! I am SO jealous."

A small crowd has gathered around the window and they're whispering amongst themselves as they look outside.

"Man, that Ushiwaka is so lucky! He gets to date the most beautiful girl in the entire country."

"I mean… he is in the nation's top 3 aces and an under 19 representative of Japan. Not to mention he's tall and strong and good looking. They're actually perfect for each other."

Your heart drops down to your feet.

You look out the window and find yourself looking at Hoshiko and Ushijima standing a ways away from the school building. They're in a quiet, secluded spot and Hoshiko seems to be blushing as she says something to him. You see him nod and say something in return. Hoshiko's face lights up in pure delight and even though they are at a distance, you can hear the joy in her voice.

"No way!!!! He said yes?? I thought he wasn't interested in girls!"

"Goddamn it! There goes my chance!"

You feel dizzy as you watch the two of them walk back to school together.

No. This can't be. You have always known that he doesn't like you that way. But you thought he wasn't interested in dating at all.

No. You shouldn't make any assumptions just yet. These gossip mongers are messing with your head. For all you know, he could have said yes to being in a show or something. You shouldn't despair before you hear the truth from him.

You blink back your tears and run to your class. Thankfully, it's empty. You take a few deep breaths to calm yourself and wait. Both of them soon appear in the hallway. The crowd surrounds them instantly, wanting to drown them in questions but Ushijima breaks away from them easily and walks towards the class. He comes up to you.

"Y/N. I'm sorry I won't be able to come to the park today."

It's true.

"Hoshiko and I are going to watch this new movie playing at the theatre-"

He's going on a date with her.

"Apparently it has a lot of volleyball in it-"

He's going on a date with h-

"You should join us."

Huh?

"What?"

"I figured you might like it since you play volleyball with me even though you don't play it otherwise."

What? What? What?? What is happening right now??

Ushijima patiently waits for your answer.

"Uh... Whose idea was it to go to the movie?"

"Nakamura's. Why?"

"And how did she bring up the idea?"

"Well, I was returning from the club and she asked to speak to me in private. And then she told me about the movie and if I wanted to watch it with her."

He didn't get it.

"Ah... Toshi... I'm pretty sure she was asking you out on a date."

His eyes widen with surprise.

"A... date? But she never said she had romantic feelings for me."

Could this mean...? Can I hope...?

"Well, her asking you out on the date was her way of saying it."

"I see. I didn't realise. Thank you for telling me. In that case, I should tell her my feelings for her as well."

He has feelings for her.

Your heart shatters.

You're glad that he walks out right away because you couldn't have stopped your tears from coming out even if you wanted to. You run out of the back door, desperate to get far away.

I guess I was the problem all this time. I just wasn't someone you could look at that way.

You had always known that. You had always known that he didn't feel for you the way you did. But that hadn't stopped you from falling for him. Hard. How could you have not? Eight years of knowing him... You didn't even realise when you fell for him. Loving him just came so naturally to you.

Logically, it makes sense. They make sense. She is beautiful and tall and smart. And so is he. They are the type of couple who would be featured on the cover of a magazine. Which, given their career trajectories, is bound to happen sooner or later.

But the heart doesn't care for logic and at this moment you feel like it will actually burst from the amount of pain you're feeling.

You spend the rest of the evening and the entire night crying in your room.

Morning comes and you feel worse than ever. Your head is throbbing, your nose is stuffy and your eyes are swollen. You decide to skip school. It's the last day before break anyway. Maybe this break will be good for you. It will give you some time to adjust to everything and compose yourself.

You go back to bed and sleep through the entire day.

You thought you'd feel better after getting some rest but you still feel like shit.

You drag yourself out of bed. Your entire body feels like it weighs ten times more.

Maybe a shower and some fresh air will do you good.

You head out.

No matter how much you try to think of something else, your mind keeps coming back to him. Your eyes keep searching for him. You look in the direction of his room. The curtains are open and you can see it is empty.

Of course he's not home yet. He's probably out with her again.

Even though it's barely a minute away, you feel exhausted by the time you reach the park. Thankfully, it is empty.

You sit on one of the swings and look around. Most of your memories with Ushijima are tied to this park. This is where you both have spent the majority of your last eight years together.

All the sweet memories make you tear up again.

"You didn't come to school today."

You were so lost in your head that you didn't realise when he walked up to you. You blink back your tears.

"Oh... hi. Yeah, I - I wasn't feeling very well today," you say, not meeting his eye.

"You seem upset."

He noticed.

"Oh... I'm fine. Really. It's just been a rough day. It's nothing to worry about," you say, still evading his gaze.

He sits on the swing next to you. You look to the side and see he has a volleyball in his lap.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

You quickly avert your gaze again.

"No."

"I see. Well, would you like me to distract you? Talk about something else?"

It is getting harder to keep your tears in check. You're sure your voice will crack if you speak. You just nod.

"You would've liked the movie. It wasn't as focused on volleyball as Nakamura said it would-"

Great. He's chosen the worst topic he could have talked about. You don't want to hear about his date. You need to change the topic. Quickly.

"What are you doing here?" you blurt out the one question that has been weighing on your mind ever since he came here.

"What do you mean? I came here to play volleyball with you."

"I- I mean... I thought you would spend your free time with Ho-Hoshiko from now."

"Why would I do that?"

"B- because you're d-dating her?" Your voice cracks.

"I am not dating Nakamura."

What?

"What do you mean you're not dating her? I thought you liked her. Didn't you go on a date with her yesterday?"

"I do like her. Just not romantically. And no, I went to watch the movie with Tendou. She had already bought the tickets so I bought them from her. I wanted to watch it with you but you went home. "

"But... you left to tell her your feelings for her..."

"I did. I wanted to clarify that I only feel for her as a friend. It was only thanks to you that I was able to tell her in time before I ended up hurting her unintentionally."

"I...see..."

Relief floods your heart. You suddenly feel a hundred pounds lighter. You finally gather the courage to look at him. He is looking right back at you.

"Can I ask you something?" you say, your lower lip trembling.

"Of course."

"Do you have romantic feelings for anyone?"

You instantly regret speaking up as soon as the question leaves your mouth. You know he never lies. And if he doesn't feel the same w-

"Yes. You."

You stare at him blankly.

It's subtle but his expression has changed from completely serious to something a little softer. You can't quite place what it is. Is it concern? nervousness? Adoration?

"R-really? You like me? Romantically?"

"Yes."

"Since when?"

"Ah," he rubs his chin, "I'm not sure..."

You're still having difficulty believing that any of this is real.

"You know," he continues, "After my father, you were the first person who ever wanted to play with me."

He points towards the corner of the park. "I was practicing against that wall that day when you came up to me. Do you remember?"

"Of course I remember. I can never forget that day."

"So many people have come and gone from my life but you have been with me for so long that, I guess somewhere along the way I just assumed you would stay forever. Which, I now realise, I shouldn't have."

He feels the same. He has always felt the same.

"Toshi?"

He turns to you again.

"I love you."

He breaks into a soft smile.

"I love you too."

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etfrin · 3 months

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❝ꜱᴏᴜʟꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ❞ — chapter thirteen | coriolanus snow

「ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ:」 NSFW | canon typical violence, canon typical death, mentions of masterbation, Coriolanus Snow | lmk if I forgot anything!

「ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ:」 young! Coriolanus Snow x fem! Reader

「ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ:」 the morning after, inviting him to a gala and your tribute dies...

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Coriolanus sits in his mentor chair, his mind trying his best to get the smile off his face. He couldn't help the small upward tug of his lips. Not after his mind keeps going back to the memories of morning.

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this morning —

He had woken up to an empty bed. He was disappointed, but he chalked it up to the fact you were going to the Academy a bit early. He took his shower, trying not to let his mind wonder about why you left without even telling him. He tries to think of last night instead, but it turns all the blood from his body rushing downwards. He groans in frustration, his cock aching but no you in sight to help.

He fists his cock, cumming unsatisfyingly because he wanted you here. Near you. Your lips on his lips. Your hand on his length. You weren't here, and after last night, not a single fantasy of his could top the real thing.

He watches the cum get clean by the running water. He scrubs his body until it's raw and red. After coming out of the shower, he changed into his academy uniform. He ignored the grumbling of his stomach. He will get food from the cafeteria. He wanted to see you, right now. So skipping breakfast and going to the Academy too early in the morning didn't matter to him.

He walks out of his room, not before he stands, and stares at the bed you were lying down beside him last night. He bit his lower lip, wondering if your smell remained on the bed sheets. If he could suffocate himself on your fragrance as he buried his face into the pillows.

He groans, the sound muffled, taking in your scent from the pillowcase. He knew his actions were borderline creepy, even more so as he felt heat stir up in his stomach. Blood rushed to his cock again. He wills himself to not give in. He lets himself be drowned for a moment. He pulls back gasping, his cheeks hot, his mind beyond ashamed. In the end, Coriolanus couldn't bring himself to care. He walks out of the room, like a perfectly sane young man.

He goes towards the kitchen to tell Tigris that he won't be having whatever disgusting shit they call food for breakfast. He stops in his tracks as he doesn't see Tigris in the kitchen cooking. But… someone who looks very eerily like you. He blinks, once, twice, even thrice. He thinks that he's in a dream. His fingers pinch him, and he gasps from the pain. However, you didn't disappear from his sight.

You were here. In his kitchen. Cooking. Well, if he could call the ruination of the remaining appliances they had and the burnt food down the bin cooking. There were bags of groceries that Coriolanus knew his family could never afford. Which means it came from you.

You turn noticing his presence. Your eyes turn wide from surprise before your expression turns (adorably) sheepish. You glance at all the burnt pans in the sink, and his gaze follows you, his eyebrows furrowed, thinking how his family could replace them.

“Don't look like that!” You chastise, “I have already ordered replacements.” He feels his tense shoulders relax and he shrugs. He lies through his teeth, “I wasn't looking like anything, dove.”

You raised eyebrows, unimpressed and looking through him. You shake your head and turn back. “Good morning,” he said, his voice filled with a tinge of awkwardness as he walked near you. Using his height to look over your shoulder and see your work.

“Morning, Coryo,” you mutter. His back was pressed against your chest. “I was making breakfast.” He wanted to reply, trying to make breakfast. He holds his tongue instead. You were trying your best after all. If all the mess was any proof. His heart aches at the waste, but he looks away from that and decides to focus on the sweetness of your actions.

“What did you have in mind?”

“Well, at first, it was more like… chicken and eggs. You know… classics. Something went wrong. Not on me though!”

You add, embarrassed, knowing whatever went wrong was clearly on you. “And then… well… I am making sandwiches and coffee.”

Coryo doesn't call you on it, he finds himself smirking at your embarrassment. A bit condescending, but it seemed to do nothing but make your face turn hotter.

“Did you buy the groceries yourself?”

“I had some of my avoxes send these over.”

Avoxes. People who had their tongues cut off were punished for crimes against Panem. Avoxes were slaves, only the richest hired them as staff. As they were discreet and quiet. Less likely to spill secrets. It was a smart thing to let Avoxes instead of your normal staff bring the heaps of groceries. He admired you for it.

“And of course, they won't tell.” You giggled at your own, cruel joke and even Coriolanus couldn't help the small scoff of amusement leaving his lips. You place freshly cut strawberries on the bread, and the whipped cream spreads the inner side of the bread.

You hand him a plate with two whole sandwiches. One of the strawberries and another of blueberries. And then you hand him coffee. It wasn't black. It had milk and sugar. His mouth watered. It was simple yet it was such a privileged meal he couldn't dream of having.

You take your plate of sandwiches, your other hand carrying coffee. Both of you sit beside each other, the plates of food on the dining table. Now, the silence was awkward. So many things happened last night. A murder. A kiss. Things beyond kissing. What was he supposed to say? Thank you for last night. He was sure he would get slapped if he did. So he didn't say anything. The silence continues.

It continues and he wills his mind to think of something else. Well, that is until he catches the sight of your cleavage in a gray dress you were waiting for. He had to physically swallow down as his eyes went down on your body. The dress was simple, the material gray but a bit metallic. The cuts are sharp and striking. It screamed Tigris. It fits you like a glove.

You chuckled, “You're looking at me like I am the meal, Coryo.” You are though. Coriolanus Snow did want to eat you up. He looks away, his face burning, ears red. He shrugged, not saying his true thoughts.

“I have to thank Tigris for it,” you said, “She gave it to me this morning. I wore it and she was all giggling, and she told me about her techniques, ideas, etc. It's nice to see someone so passionate.” You muse , “Our academy professors can't relate. And Dr. Gaul is passionate about her work in a much colder manner. Tigris is… warm. I like her, Coryo.”

He feels jealous until he reminds himself that's his cousin and you're his girl. Nothing is gonna happen because Tigris can make a few pretty dresses. You continue, “I also commissioned a few dresses from her. All befitting enough to be worn for the upcoming presidential gala.”

Now, the jealousy that faded away returns full force. The Presidential Gala. It was a gala, held with the elitists who are considered the pillars of Panem. He wasn't surprised that your family, despite being district, were invited. You had contributed so much to the Capitol even more than Mr. Plinth could ever imagine. It was natural you were invited.

He still had to bite his tongue to not insult your heritage. His father's a war hero. He's a Snow. A Snow. And yet here he is rotting in the remains of his family's former glory.

“Of course,” you smirk, your lips not having a smudge of whipped cream no matter how messily you ate. “There's a suit for you too. You're my date.”

Coriolanus was thoroughly shocked and you looked greatly amused by how his eyes widened and lips parted, smudged with the delicant cream. You giggled, “Of course, after all, it's not like last night was a fling.” Your eyes turn fox-like, dangerous. Coriolanus realized if he refuted otherwise he would be seeing hell. It wasn't a fling, it won't ever be a one-time thing. He is insane about you, but his mind briefly wanted to say it's nothing. But his heart aches when his mind forms the words.

“Yes,” he replied, his voice silk, “Who else will be your date.”

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— now

He thinks about the Presidential Gala. No doubt Dr. Gaul talked with President Ravinstill into having the yearly gala despite his son being in the hospital. Some bullshit, necessary true bullshit about showing the district they'll stand strong. Blah, blah, blah. He knows the guest list will involve people like Clemmie, the Plinths, Creeds, etc. It will include important people he never thought he could meet. He makes a mental note to go to the library to study their history and check out their information.

He has to use this to his advantage. Gaining favors from the family Panem gives luxury too. It's important for his future. His shoes tap, tap, tap the floor as he sees the screen. The arena was void of players. Everybody hid after the first blood was drawn. Everyone except Coral's group searched for the tributes albeit halfheartedly. Lucy Gray was alive but starving, pale, cold, and shivering. Jessup wasn't all that well either.

A few talk about the tribute he killed. It died down, people convincing themselves the boy died of the flu instead of questioning what they were told. Coriolanus wondered how blind he was because he too blindly believed the Capitol at one point. Reality however is much different than the truth that's revealed. The Capitol caters to the people who have power, not war orphans like him.

Nothing happens on the third day of the Hunger Games.

Nothing will happen on the fourth day either. Or so he thought. Coriolanus makes small talk with you, nothing of importance, but it felt nice talking to you. He enjoyed the mundane moments with you. His eyes focus on the screens, but his mind is on you. Then the scene unfolding in front of him forces him to give all of his attention.

Jessup Diggs had gone insane. He was sick, it was obvious he was. Coriolanus thought he was simply going to die. Without causing much trouble to the songbird. However, he was starting to hallucinate. Jessup Diggs comments on Lucy Gray trying to attack the District 2 boy when she had done nothing but help him!

He stands up, confused. You follow his actions, your words unhelpful and in no way comforting. “He has rabies!” No shit, dove. There was a telltale foam that began to bubble over Jessup's lips.

Lucy Gray had run out of the room. Jessup on her trail. Lucy Gray, who climbs into the stands and goes to a concession stand. Coriolanus thinks of a way to help Lucy Gray out of this predicament. The stress helps him come up with nothing.

“Water!” You yelled out all of a sudden; making severe mentors including Snow flinch from the volume. “People with rabies are afraid of water!” You use your communicuff to send water to Jessup. The drone flies in with the bottle of water, hitting Jessup Diggs. You send bottle after bottle, watching Jessup Diggs scream and fumble around with fear.

He trips and falls out of the stands into the arena. Coriolanus hears the breaking sound of his bones. Lucy Gray picks her way down to Jessup and tells him it’s safe to sleep. Everyone in the auditorium watches Lucy Gray stroke his hair until Jessup dies.

Coral and her group chased Lucy Gray around the arena. And in the aftermath, it results in Laminas’ death. Lucy Gray hides in a vent that Coral is unable to pierce through with her trident. The songbird is safe for now.

You pat Coriolanus on his arm. “I have to go now.” You kiss his temple, not caring about the eyes watching. “You're going to win.” He opens his mouth to thank you, but he can't get the words out. Jessup's blood was on your hands. You killed for him, without him even asking for it. Thank you isn't enough. How could it be?

You saved him.

So he pulls you close, his arm around your waist. Everyone in the auditorium had eyes on you both, even Lucky Flickerman. He had a feeling that this might even be broadcast to the Capitol. He couldn't bring himself to care at the moment. You mattered. Not the world.

He leans in, his lips against your soft ones. He whispered, his lips brushing against yours with every word. “Thank you,” his voice was the most sincere it's ever been. He pressed his lips to yours. Claiming you as his. You kissed him back, delicate and gentle. Filled with… he was afraid to mention the word. He didn't want to jinx it.

You pulled back with a small smile brighter than the sun. A smile for him. “I'll see you tonight for the gala, Coryo.” You kiss his forehead, “Don't overwork yourself.”

Coriolanus Snow watches you leave through the doors. He lets himself be bombarded with questions from his friends. He tiptoes around the topic, not sure how to answer. He didn't know the answer to the question himself.

So much had changed.

But he doesn't think about it, not wanting a headache when he has to focus. His fingers pressed into the soulmate's scar, which seemingly continues to reverse. He frowns, you still don't know that you're his soulmate. He's not sure if he needs to reveal the truth, he doesn't know how you will react.

It's a secret he kept for eight years, what's a lifetime?

He shakes his head, his fingers tracing lines over the mysterious healing scar. He focuses back on the screen and hopes that Tigris has a suit ready for him tonight.

NEXT PART

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melonn-soda · 6 months

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IM BEGGING... JOUNO X MALE READER...JEALOUSY HEADCANNONS!! nsfw + sfw???

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word count: n/a

warning(s): torture & murder, sex, degradation, slut shaming I wanna say, sub bottom male reader, dom top jouno

prompt: self-explanatory

note: I guess I could squeeze this in between writing kinktober. I also don't listen to a lick of Kpop since I hate the industry but Jung kook's song "Seven" is actually crazy what the fuck

fem aligned dni

SFW but kinda not

jouno denies being a jealous person but the way he acts whenever you get too friendly with someone makes him way too obvious

there was a time where you were helping another citizen and he could hear their heartbeat pick up suddenly just from you asking if they were okay

the longer the civilian talked to you, the more he got annoyed with their stuttering heartbeat

he eventually suggested you help out someone else while he threateningly asked if they needed anything else

if things get a little too far, he wouldn't hesitate to torture or even kill a person

someone did end up getting a little touchy with you and he got so pissed he kept that person in the hq's basement (pretend they have one) and starved them to near death

but he still denies being a jealous because he's jouno

if you're friends with tetchou he'll mask his jealousy a bit since he doesn't want you getting upset because he told tetchou off and made him sad

he will listen (and pretend he doesn't care) when you tell him to not worry about other people coming after you

however you never said he still couldn't not chain people up and whip them into promising to not talk to you again

"I am so sorry about him, he just has a little issue in his brain that makes him think this is okay." you apologized, bowing with your hand on your chest. jouno stood there his his arms crossed over his chest and leaning on his left leg, scoffing in disapproval.

"little!?" the citizen exclaimed angrily, "I think your coworker has more a little issue! he's fucking insane! insane, I tell you!!"

they ran away with fear in their eyes, you looking back up with a worried look before it turned into a glare directed at your boyfriend. you just wished jouno could tone it down far more than this.

"what the hell is wrong with you, jouno?" you snarled at the white-haired man, whose head turned in your direction.

his hand was briefly on your waist before he tugged you to press against his body, "what? I just showed them the consequence of stealing what's mine."

"you nearly broke their fucking arm!" you retorted back, "if I hadn't stepped in before anything more happened, you would've ended up killing them!" by grabbing a fistful of his uniform, you yanked his head to your level.

"mm, yeah, but you love that sadistic part of me," he quickly pecked your lips and left knowing that you weren't going to deny it anyway.

NSFW

would punish you harshly depending on the person

more aggressive if that person is tetchou

one time, during a mission, the venue a married couple rented out was playing music for the dance floor and tetchou really wanted to dance

jouno didn't want to dance because it was embarrassing but you decided to dance with tetchou to lower any suspicions people may have laid on you three

so, you and tetchou danced together, laughing and a couple of times tetchou swung and spun you around

some people remarked how cute you both were together and to say jouno was infuriated is an understatement

when the two of you got off the dance floor, jouno pulled you out of the area and into a nearby alley to fuck the brains out of you without any explanation

because jouno is canonically sadistic, he would pull some bdsm stuff on you like: bondage, sensory depravation, spanking, handcuffing (always has a pair of cuffs on him), edgeplay, biting, breath play, collaring, hair pulling, humiliation, most of the terms under impact play

does most of this stuff behind the closed doors of your shared home but if he's feeling especially brutal he might just do it in public if you're fine with it

LOTS of petnames ranging from "love" to "slut" but he loves calling you "doll"

even so, jouno can be pretty mean when it comes to punishments

a loud whimper ripped through your throat as jouno's gloved hand came down in harsh contact against your thigh, damn near your dick. although, the sound came slightly muffled because of the ball gag in your mouth, drool spilling from the edge of your mouth.

"you should've thought twice before pulling something like that, doll." jouno scowled, tightening the leather straps on your ankles but loose enough to leave you some wiggle room.

he walked to the side of the bed and grabbed another vibrator from the nightstand, pressing it against the tip of your dick and adjusting the cock ring currently on you. you continued to complain about all the stimulation albeit unintelligible.

jouno had almost all the toys you both owned taped onto so many parts of your body: nipple clamps, a vibrating dildo, leather bindings, a collar, a blindfold, the ball gag, and now the vibrator and cock ring. it was almost too much for you. and what caused this? you spent the whole day with tetchou instead of jouno.

jouno grabbed a riding crop and smacked it against your other thigh this time, "what's the matter, doll?" he jeered, fingers brushing against your shin, tickling you as his fingers travelled up to your knee, "wanna cum?"

you nodded rapidly, tears rolling down your face from how long you've been edged from the cock ring and jouno suddenly removing all stimulants when you were on the brink of ecstasy. just one orgasm would've been enough to satisfy you.

"too bad. you just can't seem to remember who you belong to, slut." jouno let out a mocking laugh at your pitiful state, "sorry, doll, you aren't getting that release any time soon."

I had fun writing this

#bottom male reader #bungou stray dogs #male reader #x bottom male reader #x male reader #bsd #bsd x male reader #bsd jouno #jouno saigiku #bungou stray dogs x male reader #sub male reader #jouno x reader #jouno x male reader #saigiku jouno #jouno bsd

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sad-endings-suck · 9 months

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One of my favourite details from the original Red Rising trilogy, is that no one ever came close to guessing or even suspecting that Darrow wasn’t a gold.

It shows the inherent flaw in their sense of superiority. Octavia had Darrow right there in front of her, with an Oracle wrapped around his arm, and even though she suspected he was a Son of Ares, she never asked if he was anything other than gold, didn’t even come close.

Adrius and Virginia are geniuses, but still, neither of them could have possibly fathomed that Darrow was a red until they had the concrete evidence of his carving right in front of them.

To this day (in canon) the only reason anyone knows Darrow is a red carved to be gold, is because the video evidence of his carving was leaked (initially from Harmony, and later from others).

No one, no matter how intelligent, practical, paranoid, cautions, clever or skeptical, ever figured out about Darrow’s carving through their own suspicion or means of investigation. They were either in on it from the beginning (Dancer, Mickey, Quicksilver, etc) or they were shown video evidence. No one figured it out themselves or “unravelled the mystery” so to speak. Because no one even knew there was a mystery.

And before people say “it was extremely unlikely, they had no reason to suspect” Yes, Darrow’s carving was incredibly difficult and expensive, but the same procedure was performed on Titus not long after, so how rare or hard could it be? We even get a dialogue from Mustang in Golden Son in which she details that different colours go to carvers all the time to have “intrinsic” parts of themselves altered, far more often than the public realizes. So the possibility should have been on Octavia’s radar, but it wasn’t, because she simply couldn’t fathom it. It was too obscure.

How could a red be the spitting image of what gold society idealizes? How could a red be so tall, strong, and beautiful? How could a red graduate top of the Institute, become a peerless scarred, a Lancer, her own grandson’s celebrity hero? Neither her nor Nero or Lorn or even Adrius were capable of even entertaining the idea. It was not a thought that was ever going to occur to them naturally.

And I really love that, from a narrative perspective, because it says so much about how the Society operates and upholds itself. It says so much about how high on their own egos golds really are. It says so much about how the colours are not as different from one another as golds would have them believe.

Cassian Andor: What? To steal from the Empire? What do you need? A uniform, some dirty hands and an Imperial tool kit. They're so proud of themselves, they don't even care. They're so fat and satisfied, they can't imagine it.

Luthen Rael: Can't imagine what?

Cassian Andor: That someone like me would ever get inside their house, walk their floors, spit in their food, take their gear.

Andor (2022-)

#andor 2022 quote #the golds simply couldn’t fathom a red walking right into their house without their knowledge #star wars quotes #red rising #red rising series #golden son #morning star #iron gold #dark age #light bringer #red god #darrow of lykos #Octavia au Lune #Nero au Augustus #adrius au augustus #virginia au augustus #lord au arcos

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Okay so the FF7 fandom is having a meltdown and I gotta talk about it. See, the Rebirth Ultimania came out yesterday in Japan, and one specific piece of information has people freaking out.

[source]

This is, apparently, beyond the pale. People are insisting that it doesn't make sense, it's a retcon, it doesn't align with the games at all, et cetera, with a lot of people specifically citing Before Crisis as proof that this can't possibly be correct. After all, Elena is in her last year at Shinra's military academy in the game, and the academy is structured like a high school, meaning she'd be 17-18 during her Before Crisis appearance.

The issue here is that the majority of people don't actually know the timing of the aforementioned appearance. Because Before Crisis starts in 0001 and Elena is in it, people seem to assume that means she's in it from the beginning. This isn't the case at all.

In its entirety, Before Crisis is 24* chapters long—Elena appears in Chapter 22, specifically with her appearance starting on October 4th, 0007. (*In spite of technically being broken in 24 chapters by title, Before Crisis is actually 26 chapters by presentation, with two of them split into two parts.)

Meteorfall took place January 21st, 0008. We know this because the date is visible on the monument in Edge shown in Advent Children:

This means Elena's introduction in Before Crisis was less than four months before Meteorfall.

These portraits are months apart. She cut her hair and got out of the school uniform, but her face is completely unchanged; it's easy to say this was to lower artist workload, but the dates in-game are very specific.

The new Ultimania literally just reiterated information we've already had since around 2006. This has been canon for almost 20 years—it's not a retcon, it's not a "weird new decision," it's not another case of the Ultimania timelines contradicting the actual source material. This has been confirmed in-game as canon for longer than a lot of current players have even been alive.

I don't care what people do with this information, mind you. I don't care who you ship Elena with or anything like that, it's irrelevant to me. I don't care about age gaps or what the fuck ever, she's a pixel doll, do what you want with her.

But this isn't new. And everyone freaking out about it as if it isn't information we've had for so long that the game in which it was revealed is older than the character is kind of ridiculous.

I am begging you, do not cite sources with which you are not familiar in an attempt to make your assertions carry more weight. There are nasty people out there who will take your ignorance on the topic and use it to be even worse than they could have if you just stated that her canon age makes you uncomfortable so you portray her as being older and don't care that it's noncanon.

(Also, seeing the same people who declared that only the Ultimanias are correct even if they contradict the games or each other, now flipping to declaring this specific Ultimania to be wrong because "it's just meta" is indescribably frustrating. Sephiroth being 30 in-game was something the Ultimanias "fixed," but Elena being 18 in-game is something that the Ultimania has "screwed up." Pick one.)

#fandom ramble #fandom vent #lore gremlin reporting for duty #and I cited my fucking sources #I'm sorry you didn't know your OTP was problematic #I'm sorry you didn't know that there was a HUGE age gap at play here #but that's been the case for ALMOST TWENTY YEARS #this is NOT new information #not tagging this because it'll get picked up anyway

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Hi, I was wondering... what kind of wardrobe would mello have? What are your hc about that, like what would he wear each season, how is he with styling color? How would you describe his fashion taste? All that good stuff. Actually now that I'm thinking about it, would also appreciate some of those for Matt and Near as well. Thanks in advance and I hope you have a great day.

I can't give you a detailed fashion analysis for the three as I don't have a sense for fashion myself lol but I can give you some clothing related headcanons if you like?

I already tried to talk about their style a bit in the character sheets I made a while ago, if that helps -> Near | Matt & Mello

As a kid, a girl once complimented Matts striped t-shirt. He almost exclusively wore stripes after that and it stuck with him. He still thinks about that compliment from time to time as an adult.

At Wammy's, Matt sometimes wears Mellos clothes. Either because he’s too sleepy, has his mind put on another shelf to notice or because he just grabs whatever is laying around and then wonders throughout the day why the stuff is so uncomfortable. “Did I get fatter again??” He tugs on it to make it feel looser and wears the stuff out bit by bit. Mello keeps wondering why his clothes keep getting baggy and worn out. He sometimes finds the heels of his pants scuffed even though his pants don’t drag on the ground at all. Matt is a few centimeters shorter than Mello and every time he wears Mellos pants, he keeps stepping on the heel part. “Huh, why the hell are my pants always so trashed at the heel?? They’re not dragging on the floor like M…atts — PIČKA TI MATERINA, TAKE THOSE OFF RIGHT NOW, MATT!!”

Near really could not care less about how his clothes look, as long as they're comfortable.

I feel like Wammy's should have a school uniform, even though we only see the kids at canon Wammy's in plain clothes. I'm still debating if I should design one just for the sake of it. Can you imagine any of them wearing a classic british school uniform? :'D How do you think it would look like? What colours? What school emblem would Wammy's have?

The mafia gang actually makes sure that their members are well dressed, as the mentality still stands that if you look like shit, nobody will make deals with you. So Mello was forced to step up his dressing game when he joined.

Also, I felt like drawing the kids in winter attire!

And I think this fits in the fashion headcanons quite well too haha

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The Rorchach Effect - Part 1

Jimmy Darling x fem! reader - NSFW • MDNI word count: 2757 author's notes: it was like a multiple birth but here we are. This is my very first attempt of a fanfiction (and it's not written in my native language) but I worked a lot on it and I hope you enjoy it. I tried to keep It simple. After mulling it over I chose to divide the fic in two parts and yes: the smut is in the second part! It's not proofread because I'm a kamikaze, yes. Little curiosity: I was partly inspired by Saltburn and this soundtrack. What else? I'll leave you to read! Be kind, pleaseee! My hashtag is #ficfymo ! summary: Elsa threw a party for Jimmy's birthday but no one knows where he ended up. Fem! Reader POV. warnings: mention of violence, and blood. I think that's it, for now. https://open.spotify.com/intl-it/track/6Huqy9WdEE3rMazEQgajn2?si=2105621ac0044260

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Welcome.

I'm the one they call the Rorschach Woman; my real name is not important.

Do any of you know what vitiligo is? Vitiligo is a disease but in the maternal arms of Elsa Mars, nothing is bad. None of her adopted children are sick: we all have a gift, don't we, Elsa? I had a boundless love for ballet, I was busily studying psychiatry, I was a "prodigy girl" or, at least, I thought I was. Then, the vitiligo showed up. What I thought was my downfall, according to Elsa, represented the true miracle. I gave up dancing; I gave up on my dream of becoming a researcher. I lost the support of my real parents because my appearance had changed but hey! Now I have my own number in Elsa Mars Freak Show. I'm here to enchant you. To let you read the spots on my face. I'm here to interpret your minds. This is my personal test of Rorschach, offered to you, kind audience. A few dollars and you can study me, myself every night but not every night are like this. Tonight I want to tell you a story 'cause today is my best friend's birthday. The brother I've chosen. Tonight, a big party was thrown for him but there's no trace of him. Where did you go, Jimmy Darling?

Let's take a step back.

I've never seen the camp so packed. Never. If all these people showed up for every show, each of us would be filthy rich. I don't understand how it is possible and yet, Elsa must have performed one of her magics. She says she consider Jimmy her blood, so she claimed to organize everything herself. She chose a party theme: "Normal People". She call it "satire", a mockery towards those who are truly considered normal. Some of us believed her, others adapted to avoid getting into trouble. The truth is that, by disguising ourselves according to the canons, we appear even less credible. Grotesque. Ridicolous. I couldn't resist a subtle provocation, so I made my complexion uniform but with the white of French mimes. Like a pierrot. Totally painted in white, I wander around in a champagne dress. I look like a crazy moth until I find the flame. That flame is Jimmy himself, surrounded by a myriad of strangers who urge him to blow out the candles.

- Happy birthday… uhm… -

- Happy birt… Joseph? -

- Jack? John? -

- I think it's Jimmy. -

- Jimmy? Are you sure? -

- JIMMY! -

The music does not cover the murmurs nor the embarrassment that comes down like a curtain. I try to push and elbow to reach my best friend but I can't. He's standing there, nerves to edge: he looks around, clenching his teeth. He seems lost while he's trying to put an unconvinced smile on his Peter Pan face. Once the candles have been blown out, Jimmy disappears in the general disinterest. Nobody cares, the party continues as if nothing had happened, fueling an atmosphere that has nothing normal about it. It's something like a mesmerizing nightmare in the suffused lights that Elsa had placed everywhere. A luminous design that even turns into a labyrinth in the wild meadow near the main event. It should be a modern fairy tale for the privileged who want to escape from the routine. For us, scum, it's an illusion. A utopia, a warning of what we will never achieve but I don't give a fucking damn. Sincerely. If I'm still here it's not because of Elsa nor because I truly appreciate her Cabinet Of Curiosities. I'm still here for my "acquired family" and for the boy who should be the protagonist of the evening which no one cares about.

Driven by the chaos, I search for familiar faces in the dim light until I come across Ethel; she shaved her chin. She is holding a plate with a slice of cake that she has prepared herself and she's standing in the dancing crowd, with a worried and resigned look. We both knows who the cake is for: Ethel has seen his son, maybe talked to him but she won't chase him. I prefer to not disturb her but I don't give up: retreating into a slit of darkness I collide with someone and jump perhaps exaggeratedly. Paul emerges from the darkness, rubbing his side with a grimace. He wears a hideous, gigantic suit to disguise his condition. It makes it look like a sad parallelepiped. Doctor Frankenstein's Creature.

-Paul, sorry! Did I hurt you?! -

-Nah, no biggies! What about you? You're nervous, what's happening? -

-Well, uh, I'm… have you seen Jimmy? I've been looking for him all night. -

- First I saw him with a brunette, she was dragging him towards El-'s tent… hey, that's the one over there! -

But the brunette is not in Jimmy's company: laughing rudely with her friends, she passes by me in a sweet-smelling cloud of glitters. She carries with her a kind of old oil lantern lit on a gesture that makes my blood run cold: cheeky, she twirls a battered glove on her head and, in one breath of Pink Lady, she's already too far away. Even though I would like to, I'm not going to confront her and complicate things because I prefer to follow her steps backwards. An alarm screams wildly inside me and I have to comply with it by launching myself out of the tent. The humidity of the night sticks to my skin, kneading the white paint that I thought was dry. I'm a mess inside and out but it doesn't matter at all.

- JIMMY! - I call, shout and run. I run, run, run like a fugitive. A voice whispers the worst to me and maybe I'm crazy but I can't help it. - JIMMY! - I keep repeating myself but he doesn't answer. The throat burns, the feet go by themselves, swaying dangerously on the heels. I didn't even realize I had ventured onto the lawn until I felt tickles on my ankles. Fräulain Elsa's illuminations invite me to follow their aura like drunken fireflies and I, disaffected, accept. I'm not afraid that Jimmy is dead but, worse, that he's gone. That he left me alone, leaving suddenly and without me. He promised me that if we ever succeeded, we would leave together and one suitcase would be enough to move to Europe. He always kept his promises, he…

I stop, crystallized in the heaviness of the evening. I hear noises scattered throughout the maze of light bulbs: they come from a specific point but they echo and bounce in the air. It sounds like the clumsy moan of an animal that it would be better not to get close to but I obstinately follow the source to the center of the maze. Once I reach my destination I jump somewhere between horror and relief, putting a hand to my mouth so as not to be discovered immediately. Sitting on the ground is Jimmy Darling. Hunched over, he turns his back to me and fiddles with something I don't understand. He is surrounded by objects, some of which I cannot distinguish. There are a few bottles including one of vermouth still sealed, half a lemon, a shirt reduced to a pile of wrinkles in Granada Green, the other glove specially sewn for the party. Some salt, perhaps? The worst aspect, the most dramatic touch, is a pinata hanging over his skull. A lobster-shaped pinata. As I try to figure out whether or not I'm awake, a low, deep growl forces its way into Jimmy's lungs, flaying them with increasing violence. The growl is quickly turning into the pained cry of an already wounded beast. I won't respect his privacy any longer, so I walk over to him and kneel before him.

- JIMMY! JIM, STOP IT! STOP, DAMMIT! - Jimmy was on the verge of cutting off his left hand with a rusty knife but my arrival ruined his plans. He doesn't recognize me right away and his immediate reaction is to turn against me. He is much, much stronger than me but, even if he vehemently chases me away, I attack again in what turns into a blind scuffle. The moment Jim realizes it's really me, he drops his guard groggily. He is no less upset, nor willing to suddenly change his mind but he grabs me by the elbows and pushes me away roughly so that I don't end up hurting myself. Crawling on the ground, he steps back before pulling himself up and staggering but he isn't drunk. He's been drinking but it's not the alcohol that shakes him like this: I recognize the difference, also because I've never seen him in this state. In his big good eyes there is no freshly roasted coffee but boiling petrolium. His expression, a cracked mask of hatred and at the same time authentic desperation, reduced to its core. He trembles in his sweat-soaked undershirt and makes a gesture that he has never deemed necessary in front of me. He hides his hands, trying in vain to put them in his back pockets, like a child caught red-handed. Does he feel reassured by my presence? Is he bothered by it? He's gasping.

Jimmy what… what are you doing? Why?! - I ask him in tears, advancing slowly on my knees. - NO! - he spits out a scream, trying to freeze me in place. - Please… Y/N, no. Enough. That's enough. - I shake my head, I'm confused and I rub my now soaked cheeks. Gray due to the white mixing with the black of the mascara.

- What are you talking about, pleas st-… -

- SHE SCREAMED, Y/N! SHE SCREAMED IN GENUINE TERROR, I TELL YOU!-

- BUT WHO, JAMES?! FOR GOD'S SAKE, WHO?! -

He hates it when I call him James but that seems strangely to appease him. He stares at me like a madman and, in silence, seems to wonder how it is possible that I don't know the circumstances of his delirium but, gradually, lucidity returns and, at the same time, an atrocious sadness. - That… oh, fuck. She was one of the very few people to smile at me and make me sincere wishes. Did she really want to spend time with me… did I fall for it like an idiot? I do not know. It was her! She chose it, I warned her but… - while Jimmy tries to explain, he forgets to hide from me and gesticulates, so I notice a burn on the hand that he was seriously about to cut off. The living flesh fades from red to the paleness of the bladder. Grains of not completely dissolved salt outline the surface like grotesque lace. He must have poured it in. - She took off my glove, alluding to my skills as a pilot but then a heartbreaking scream and… and… I had to let it go. Instead, I tried to calm her down but she…how the fuck is that possible? How did she not know I'm a fucking freak? It was written all over the damn thing! But she knew it. She knew it very well. My attentions were the perfect excuse to defend herself. She called me a monster, a half-man, an abomination and so on, you know, what's new? But then… she burned me with her fucking lantern. You convince yourself that you have a zest, that you are used to it and yet it's not true. And, as with Meep, the day comes when insults are no longer enough. - he doesn't have the courage to look at me but what he says is intimate. Devastating. Shareable. - The bar of wickedness is raised. Of course! That girl wasn't defending herself. She squirted oil on me once, twice, three times. She was torturing me, only stopped because I raised my arms and… the fear came back. She's gone. -

I'm annihilated. Annihilated by what I see and hear, I undergo the hypnosis of Jimmy's pain which soon becomes mine too. His irises are diluted by a sea of tears; suffering makes him unfairly wonderful. In the meantime I have reached him and, from the bottom of my position, I stare at him without embarrassment. I wrap one arm around his knees while the other grabs his good hand and places it on the back of my neck. He wants to take it away, he puts up a feeble resistance but he hears me sobbing and stops immediately. - Yes, Jimmy: her wish was to hurt you. This isn't a party, it's a visit to the slaughterhouse and we are the pigs. As always. - now I hold him with both arms, rubbing my face between his knees. The fabric of his trousers becomes stained white make-up until my skin is almost clean. I raise my head. My face's a palette used between stains that can be washed away and stains that my skin retains.

- Look at me. Are you looking at me? -

- I am. - he says, with the tone of someone who absolutely has to convince you. He hasn't noticed but he's stroking my hair. His eyebrows furrowed and his mouth turned down. -The kindness with which you caress me has never belonged to anyone among the few who have touched me. Not even my mother. - I'm deadly serious. I look at him with watery eyes but it's his tear that rains down my forehead. - Not even to myself. - because I mistreated myself, inflicted physical pain and consequent signatures but he… - If those are really claws, everyone should have them. Maybe they would learn what kindness is. - if I wasn't the one talking to him, he wouldn't believe me. He would mock me, it would be bitter and biting. Instead he fights with the truth that I offer him and stares at me dazed. Almost angry, hunted. The problem is that he believes me, so he picks me up and it's as if he's looking at me for the very first time. His forehead is damp with sweat, so I free his unruly curls before rummaging through my clutch bag. I make sure he follows my gestures and I take out a box of matches: I choose one and place it under the perfect curve of his nose. He flinches but stays as I light the end and, solemnly, set the piñata on fire. While the papier-mâché lobster is devoured by the flames, little by little, melted sweets and chocolate perish in the meadow. Neither of us needs to introduce what's about to happen: just as I stand on tiptoe, he lowers his disheveled head and the tips of our noses meet. It's the last chance to retract before the soft "m" of his upper lip meets my lower lip, dehydrated from makeup. In the first friction there is the disbelief of all the years in which we have not allowed ourselves and then, surrounded by the smell of burning, the kiss intensifies in an unstoppable crescendo. Jimmy wraps his bare arms around my body with the eagerness of someone who must survive. For my part, I let out a moan and cling to his shoulder blades: I realize what I wanted and how much I needed to be satisfied. Jimmy and I share the thrill of the kiss, so much so that he murmurs something incomprehensible against my teeth before parting them with his tongue and searching for mine. He holds my head as if I were water and he was drinking and he doesn't care about the cosmetic taste I have on; his lips turn pale. He slides down my neck without any self-control and I understand that he would take me here, right now. In the midst of the fire. - Wait. - I try to stop him with a deafening smooch. We are out of breath and the air is irrespirable but he stares at me with an imploring look. - How much longer? - he plead. I feel his blood vibrate under his golden skin, between the vertebrae of his broad back. - You have to trust me: I have an idea. - The smoke screen rises towards the sky and us. We… dissolve in the middle.

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bee-can-art · 10 months

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It's taken me two weeks but I finally finished all of my qsmp egg human designs!!!

I have a lot to say about the design choices I made, so I'll put those under the read more if you want to hear my headcanons!!

• Click for better quality (17/07/2023)

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Some general headcanons:

• In order of shortest to tallest it goes: Bobby, Richalyson, Gegg, Tallulah, Tilín, Trump, JuanaFlippa, Pomme, Chayanne, Leonarda, Ramón, and Dapper.

• All of the eggs when found were wearing the same white vest/t-shirt and black shorts combination; along with their unique accessories. Any clothes that they're currently wearing, were gifted to them by the player characters.

• All of the eggs are the same age, and are all related (pretty sure that's canon tho).

• The eggs take on physical features from their parents, as an survival instinct. This includes basics such as hair and eye colour. But also includes things such as height and hair type.

• Eggs who's parents are avian/have bird-like features (such as wings), will adapt to have the same wing type as them. This also applies to other eggs, who are taken care of by avian players (see: Tallulah has dragon wings, but is growing black and golden feathers on them).

• The lower half of the eggs are dragon-esque; with scaley legs and clawed feet. The colour of their scales and number of toes that they posses are fixed and cannot be changed. Their ears and horn are a unique shape and colour, depending on the egg. The horns will continue to grow into adulthood.

They also have more naturally sharpened nails (like claws (but not sharp enough to hurt)).

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Tallulah

• Wears one of Wilbur's yellow sweaters, the sleeves often hanging over her hands. The red dress she wears is actually meant to be a pinafor, which is a staple part of a primary school uniform, here in the UK. They're most commonly grey, which I originally coloured it but it didn't look right, so I changed it.

• Has a freckle under her right eye (to her) that matches Wilbur, but also has a reverse freckle pattern of Quackity (I'm a tntduo-er (sue me)).

• Due to being cared for by Phil, she has begun growing small, black feathers on her wings. She also has a few golden ones, which started appering whilst trying to get Quackity to confess to Wilbur.

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Chayanne

• Takes after Phil the most, due to Missa's absence. This includes his wings becoming feathered crow ones, growing feathers on his face and tail, and has a hair and an eye colour to match Phil's. He also has a matching mole.

• Sometimes wears a helmet made from a large eggshell, painted to look like a skull (a nod to Missa and the fact that the eggs are... well, eggs). The skull on his t-shirt is also a nod to Missa (but he defo got it from Phil).

• His duck floaty has been replaced by a yellow hoodie, tied around his waist.

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Tilín

• Remember how I said that the clothes they wear were given to them by their parents? I like the idea (and think it's very in-character for him) that Quackity basically said, "I don't have any clothes for you, so just wear this until I find some", giving Tilín one of his jackets, and then they Tilín passed away before he could get him something else.

• He and Tallulah are the same height (again, I'm a tntduo-er (yes I am aware that Tilín's other parent has been confirmed to be Luzu, but this is my post so SHUSH). Also, similar to Tallulah, they have the same freckle pattern as Quackity, and an opposite placed freckle (under their left eye) to Wilbur.

• Has golden wings and feathers on face. Doesn't has a tail, due to low placement of their wings.

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JunaFlippa

• Wears one of Slime's white t-shirts with the three red hearts. Also owns a pair of Mariana's red gloves (not included in the drawing).

• Her wings have small holes in them, due to going to hell and coming back again.

• Gun.

• Her hair colour is closest to Slimecicle's, but it's unknown why her eyes are green (not brown like Mariana or blue like Slime).

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Bobby

• The smallest of all the eggs.

• From Jaiden he has her wings, bang and hair sprout pattern and colour. From Roier he has his multiple eyes (bc spider), eye colour, and wears one of his bandanas like him.

(I forgot to include the paint stains on his clothes, but he has those too).

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Leonarda

• Has small, rainbow mushrooms growing from their horns.

• From Foolish she has wings of gold (yes, you heard me. Leo's wings aren't like Tilín's with golden feathers, but are literally made from gold (yes she can still fly with them)). From Vegetta they have his hair and eye colour.

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Trump

• Was given one of Dan's turtlenecks and jackets, which were never replaced because, 1) Dan went "missing", 2) he [Trump] died before getting anything else.

(On another note, it was so wild for me to draw that jacket. I used to be a HUGE DanTDM fan, and the last time I drew fanart relating to him was in 2016/17)).

• Took after Maxo in hair and eye colour.

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Dapper

• The tallest egg (bc qBBH is one tall motherfucker). • Obviously, all of his features come from BBH, including the shape of his horns and the shape of his tail.

(if you were to put Dapper and BBH next to each other, Dapper would literally just look like a tiny BBH).

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Pomme

• Her beret isn't all black like her egg model, but looks like a red apple.

• Has split-coloured scales (one side blue, the other red) to match the placement of the markings on her egg model.

• Has golden duck wings to match Baghera. I went back and forth on whether to give her those or the butterfly wings she wears in-game. But I like the idea that those are more simialr to those fancy-dress type ones you can buy.

• The bottom of her dress has an apple stiched onto it.

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Ramón

• Second tallest egg.

• Yes he has hair under the hat (I haven't made him bald, don't worry). The hat itself is a nod to Spreen, who is his other parent but hasn't logged on in a while. His general outfit is also mean to have belonged to Spreen, as his Minecraft skin is just a bear in Steve's clothes.

I changed the pants, and added a white shirt and monocle because I like the idea that he's a bit of a fancy boy.

• The moustache on his egg model is represented in his hair, which you can see sticking out from under the hat (bc, like Chayanne, I had no idea how to get it to work in a logical sense).

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Richarlyson

• The second shortest egg.

• I'll be completely honest, I have no idea where the prosthetic leg headcanon came from for him, but I liked it so I included it. The leg I gave him is a running blade, as he is a fairly active kid.

• His hair covers his eyes, but underneath they are brown.

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Gegg

(Yes I'm including Gegg, shush)

• His whole body is green goop. This is how qSlime would also look, but it's easier for him to have his skin appear human, when at his "correct" size. When he [Slime] becomes over emotional/damged, his skin becomes more slime like.

Gegg is qSlime's way of coping with both his own daughter's loss and also his own self image. Because of this, he is always in a state of hurt, and this is refelected in Gegg's physical appearance.

• Has sticks sticking out of him, as well as visible bones, rocks, and other debris within his body. They get stuck in his him, in moments where he has a hard time controling the stickiness/consistency of his body.

• Doesn't have horns, wings, or a tail like the other eggs. Instead, he wears a pair of green, fancy-dress, dragon wings. It's obvious to other players/eggs- because they're on the outside of his clothes- but no points it out.

• Jorts.

• His t-shirt says "gegg" upside down, because he wrote it on himself, whilst wearing the shirt.

• No nose. His eyes also hover inconsistently over where his hair should cover them. His glasses are also just qSlime's.

• Gegg for president.

Here's the full lineup, for anyone who read alllll of that :D

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atarathegreat · 9 months

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Yes! Plz do a part 4!!

Got my time to make this!

Seishu Inui

Don't bother trying to make him smile

he loves you, but he's not too expressive

he'll catch you wearing his Black Dragon uniform and absolutely loves it

king of "wear what you want, I'll kill that fucker"

Heels? please. something so flashy even Madonna would blush? ABSOLUTELY

he will try to get you to dress up with him on days you stay in the house. (Call Koko, he'll save you if you want it)

please just follow him when he leaves the house, he loves your company, hon, he's just not saying it

Kokonoi Hajime

You want it? He's bought it

does not allow you to even THINK you can pay for anything

you may be older, but he'd rather die than look to you for monetary help

fight for him, though, he likes when people stand up for him

You hit Taiju once, Koko thought it was funny and kept you from getting blasted into the ocean

will commit crimes for you, concrete shoes type crimes

has paid for your ex's to be disposed of (where could they have gone?)

insults your outfits until you change

he ends up picking out your clothes

don't fight it

Atsushi Sendo

you sit with him while he does his hair

he thinks its cute that you sit with him even after you've already gotten yourself together

on days that his hair just isn't cooperating, you take over and help

Akkun would get angry and just leave his hair a mess otherwise, and that's a whole day of complaining for the group

[Timeskip Akkun] is severely anxiety riddled because of K**aki

you're glued to his side at all times, even getting tattoos with him

he NEEDS you babe, be there

Akkun will NOT sleep anywhere you don't sleep

you'll wake up with him in your bed, don't kick him out

he's tethered to your presence, its the only thing keeping him from perpetual panic attacks

Kazushi Yamagishi

Gishi is literally wearing you're old glasses

when he was a baby you were worried about his every move

You're a very "Mitsuya" type sibling to him

he's a crazy kid, I hope you have crazy energy to keep up

[Timeskip Gishi] keeps you out of his business

why do you care about what he does?

He's tried to make you hate him, physically, he wants you to hate his mere presence in your mind

you refuse to give up on him

you protected him when he was a little boy! no way your turning on him now

Takemichi Hanegaki

asks you for money all the time

you literally have to protect him at every turn

He's very loving toward you...when he wants something

to him, you're just his annoying older sibling, but he does love you

knows you're always there for him

when Draken got stabbed you were the first person Hina called, before Akkun, you kicked some ass that night for sure (its canon)

had to have you meet Hinata, he loves her and he loves you, so clearly you had to know each other

tells you about the time leaping immediately

you'll wait twelve years for him, always

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kafus · 12 days

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SO... do you headcannon anyone in horizons as autistic?

OH BOY DO I

so dot is the most obvious choice. there is no universe in which she is not autistic to me. this is one of my strongest dot headcanons actually and one of the main reasons i enjoy her as a character. there are so many reasons for this i could go on endlessly but i'll just list a few big ones here

her extreme passion for her interests at a disregard for almost everything else & her ability to self teach those topics (not to mention her interests have to do with computing)

her difficulties with food overlap a lot with food sensitivities autistic people often have, also her latching onto donuts as a sort of samefood after finally trying them once

the tendency to wear loose, comfortable clothes and more recently she has complained while wearing tighter clothes (the orange academy school uniform) so it's not just that she prefers loose fabric, she also is put off by the alternative. girl your sensory problems

irritable outbursts when struggling to articulate herself/make herself understood

her connection with kanuchan (tinkatink) felt really neurodivergent to me. she wasn't offput by her behavior, even after stealing her prop mic, and was immediately able to understand her when no one else could or was willing to. not sure how to articulate this one right now but i hope you see what i mean

her tendency to sit cross legged and lean over herself reminds me a lot of my personal autistic tendency to need a pressure/weighted feeling while i sit or have body parts touching

social exhaustion, the need to be alone sometimes even when she cares

the list genuinely goes on i have to stop myself LOL

as for other characters,

so for liko i'm more loose about the headcanon, it's definitely more of me projecting than her being overtly autistic in canon but i still think it lines up if u wanna view her that way. i'm autistic and i personally relate to liko a lot becauseee

she is giving hyperempathy autism to me. the way she is overly empathetic and compassionate to her own detriment and yet still has to have her hand held through articulating & dealing with that or putting the logical parts of empathy together

the way she absolutely fucking Explodes with excitement sometimes

the way in which she relates to cats, and her whole thing about having a hard time getting other people to understand her. these two things go hand in hand

there's something neurodivergent about her trying to connect with sprigatito by studying her and writing notes about her behavior lol

while this is kind of just on the account of her being an anime character and a protagonist at that, liko's facial expressions and body language can be pretty exaggerated sometimes which reminds me of my own body language, i'm cartoonishly animated in real life often LOL

so like basically dot is so obviously autistic to me it's like breathing but for liko it's kind of a hc i apply to her for projection purposes & fun but i think it's reasonable

and lastly so i'm not just talking about solely liko and dot for the millionth time,

ORIO!! honestly we don't even know that much about orio but the one episode where she was helping pokeball lady i forget the name of fix her machine. the really narrow attention to detail/seeing the smaller parts instead of the bigger picture. also her expertise in engineering contrasted with her struggling with tasks outside of that (like when she was trying to sew holes in the brave asagi and for the life of her could not do it so she called murdock for help lol)

and actually one more - while i don't necessarily headcanon amethio as autistic, i think it's a fun headcanon/au idea to not only give him a redemption arc but an autism unmasking arc at the same time. representation for all my repressed autistics out there. in my mind

thanks for asking i'm so autistic about horizons so of course i headcanon them with autism too JOISJOIFD

#i'll tag this one a little why not #pokemon horizons #anipoke #trainer dot #trainer liko #trainer orio #trainer orla #pokemon #pokeani #anipoke spoilers #pokemon horizons spoilers #kiki was here #asks #anonymous

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angelsdean · 7 months

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thinking abt this image again of long-haired kid dean and my own personal headcanons regarding dean's hair + john.

first off, i do think there's room for readings where john genuinely doesn't care abt dean's hair and doesn't make a fuss abt it, and anyone is absolutely free to read it that way. also trans dean headcanons !! so valid and i do enjoy entertaining those too<3

my other headcanon tho is that john does make him cut it, eventually. based on the size of sammy in that photo i'd say he's around 4 or 5 yrs old, which would make dean 8 or 9. to line up with canon flashbacks, lets just say he's about 8. this would be around the time john starts leaving them alone more and training dean up. and i think, military background john, would decide it's time for dean to cut his hair, military style. it's symbolic. childhood is over. long hair symbolized that carefree time but dean has to grow up now and be responsible. he's on his way to becoming a soldier. it's tactical too. long hair on a hunter gives your enemies something to pull.

it also lines up well with the kid sam we see in the imaginary friend episode. i always took issue with the casting of that sam, the very short hair felt so wrong, and sam's hair is such a defining character trait that i was like, that's just some kid, that could literally be anyone. that's not sam! however, looking at it through the lens of this headcanon, it makes sense. sam is now being left alone while john makes dean join him on hunts. sam has to grow up, be responsible. sam wants to be included on hunts, desperately. he's upset dean got to start training at a younger age. sam may even have requested the haircut to prove he's ready. or john decided, okay, it's time. either way, i think sam must've had some training at this point, maybe not enough to take along on the hunt, but enough to be left alone and defend himself. but eventually sam decides to grow his hair back out. and then puts up a fight (and generally gets his way) when john tells him to cut it again.

but i think dean keeps his mostly short thereafter, because he's generally resigned himself to the role of hunter. he's a soldier now. he didn't choose this life but he doesn't see an alternative. and the hair is symbolic of that. i don't even think john really forces it on him much, or enforces it, it just becomes a given. it's something dean accepts and puts on like a uniform. like he shrugs on that leather jacket. it's all costume and facade and playing the part of something he doesn't even really want to be. which is why i think it's so significant that the moments he doesn't feel he needs to perform or play that part, the moments when he's on his own or free from expectations, are the moments when he starts growing out his hair. stanford era. demon dean. post-canon.

#sorry i'm having feelings abt long haired dean. yes it will happen again #vic.txt #dean's hair #mymeta #dean studies

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villainsandvictimsalliance · 23 days

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Reasons why I think paramedic is a really valid alternative universe career for Tomura/Tenko:

His mom spent many years comforting him through healing in a house that was slowly killing him. He loved and admired her, so if they hadn't died I think that Nao would have fought Kotaro for Tenko's right to become a paramedic.

It's canon that AFO gave him only half of a quirk, the destructive half. I think the scratch comes from the unease of his body rejecting the decay, so why not give him an urge to heal and protect people that he doesn't/can't understand?

He used to care for everyone, including the ones that rejected him. That's a great trait to translate into healing because he would do so without exceptions— I mean, if he learned for the right person and not AFO.

It'd be very good for him if he was able to see his hands as something that helps him save others. They're more than just an instrument of destruction. He heals with them, no quirk required.

It follows the main theme of social rejection he has in bnha. A kid with a destructive quirk that wants to be a paramedic????

It also parallels Deku, a quirkless kid wanting to be a hero. The idea is to break social norms by making "the impossible".

I think bnha needs to highlight more the health professionals btw. I miss Recovery Girl so much. She was an amazing character and she had an amazing perspective of the hero society.

Tenko/Tomura is special, the chosen one in so many levels. I love the idea of him getting a support role and accidentally becoming a main hero/player in the current events.

Tenko is very familiar with both physical and physiological wounds. I think it helps some people relax when they realize that the one taking care of them doesn't judge them at all because he is "a freak" too.

I love the trope of the caretaker that is not beyond hurting people if necessary. Tomura decided to take the hard road, because he can kill in a matter of seconds. He could, he just decided not to.

HEALING OUT OF HATRED!!! Tomura can be also very cruel, so making sure villains, heroes and vigilantes alike stay alive to deal with the consequences of their actions is petty of him. He reaaally hates people who bail out of their responsibility by dying. Dying is kinder, living is the hard part.

I think he would look amazing in the uniform.

He was the one who trained a dog to work with him. The dog helps him find people and then helps them calm down by staying by their side as Tomura heals them.

Your honor his will was enough to keep AFO away from taking control of his body for so long, don't you think he's capable of working his way on a health care program???

The end ;)

#911!shigadabi au #heal your burning heart au #bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #league of villains #lov #shigaraki tomura

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factual-fantasy · 8 months

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25 asks :00000

@ocinstituterep (Posts in question)

The cooling suits they wear at the beach are the same ones they wear under their uniforms :00 And it doesn't necessarily reflect the sun,, its just a battery powered suit that keeps them cool :}

I wasn't pressured into drawing the art exactly,, but all the questions about it did push me a little into looking into the series more.. That's not really a bad thing though, I did enjoy drawing those pictures soooo-

I get this question a lot <XD When I was first designing my sona I wanted to add something to their hands. At the time my hands were covered in Band-Aids from dry skin and cat scratches. So I thought "Hey! Bandaged/bloody hands would be cool and edgy :DD" So I added them <XDD

Oh yeah, that episode was a bit odd huh? XD I think in my version of Octonauts they didn't go all the way down to its stomach- maybe just into the mouth and got the Puffer fish out.

Now the REAL episode that I basically 100% cut is the cone snail episode. You know why? Cone snails are estimated to have poison strong enough to kill 700 people! And there's NO antidote!! NO ONE would have survived being stung. Not even the Captain. They all would have died and left Peso abandoned on a ship full of the bodies of his friends in the middle of the ocean... :x pretty dark huh-

@britneyt

Thank you! :DD

@gregorythechild

XD I was getting tired of Gregory being a little snot. In game and in the fandom. So once again I made a character good out of spite! XDD

SKJAOSKJOSX I DO ACTUALLY XDDD

The basis for my Kirby Anime AU is I just found a way to add all the Metaknights to the story. You know, Axe knight, Mace night, Javelin Knight,,, etc.

This is obviously a SUPER angsty AU. For example, Axe Knight was Metaknight's first follower and best friend. But then he sacrificed himself to save Metaknight. Thinking he failed his soul was restless and he now wanders the galaxy fighting Monsters and honoring Metaknights name.. Not knowing that Metaknight survived. Its a REALLY long story that I should ramble about sometime XDD

I would advise against it,, there are plenty of good reaction images out there to find! I should know, I have 996 of them saved! I'm almost at 1000! XDD

@pinkbomb08

Thank you! And not at the moment no- but I might draw him again someday :}}

@cudlycorncornsworthcoberson

Noooooothingggg... :}}}

@annathefenecfox

I think its because the poor guy probably doesn't have enough free time to practice consistently. Being the Captain he likely has so much to do all the time.. and when he can finally sit down and indulge in hobbies,, he likely would just rather relax and read a book instead. :( Poor fella

Ah, sorry. I don't know of any. <:/

I have actually! :DD I did not sleep good that night :}}}

@invaderdrey

Thank you so much!!!! :DD

Thank you so much! And as for the memes.. ehh, I'd say just to be safe, don't make em. Comments are more than enough. The first thing I do when I wake up is check Tumblr and see if anyone left a comment on my posts. Literally! Comments are the best thing you can give me!

Thank you so much!! :DD

Heck yeah, that's the best part! <XDDD

It definitely depends on my mood, I'm split 50/50 on which one I enjoy more :000

@chickenmilk120

@its-paperd

:DDD Thank you so much!! That means a lot!

@milk-powrit (Post in question)

<XD Thankfully no, Jangles is not an iPad kid. He was just playing on my phone because Bibi and I were conked out and he was bored XDD

@simon-says-lots-of-things

:DD Thank you so much!! And yeah, I don't care what's canon or not. I wont be drawing any lovey-dovey/shippy content unless its with my own original characters. Its just not my thing man, 🤷‍♂️

@twohourstoolong

Thank you! And yeah if I were you I'd ditch pinterest. Any time I have been browsing artwork on google and clicked the link, It always took me to some stolen artwork on pinterest. I'd just rather people never found me then have found me through stolen art on pinterest..

I have not :0 sounds thrilling though! :D

#my response #octonauts

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BUT IM A CHEERLEADER. + ROBIN BUCKLEY ᵒⁿᵉ

masterlist. / taglist. / any request? [ ❥ ] synopsis. Robin is having a hard time managing her emotions as she hides her unclear sexual orientation and harbors a crush on a girl who also happens to have an eye for Robin's obnoxious coworkerSteve Harrington. author's note. purely inspired by this song right here, i need to see more wlw fanfic for Robin man she deserves the best!

[ ❥ ] pairing. robin buckley x reader

[ ❥ ] word count. 5.9k

[ ❥ ] genre and warnings. wlw, afab reader, cheerleader!reader, friends to lovers, one sided pining, homophobia, homophobic slurs, coming out, lesbians YAY!, heavy angst, Robin panicking, brotp, slow burn, not show canon, drunk confessions, kissing, insecurities, hurt/comfort, self doubt, mentions of religion, slight steve x reader, grammarly as my beta reader

part one | part two | part three

The strange friendship between you and Robin emerged before everyone's eyes, much like a black mole cuddling inside the wallpaper of wooden walls.

When your preppy friends questioned you about the annoying redhead who followed you around like a lost puppy, you would always respond, "I don't know, she's just really chill," as if Robin had just magically appeared in your life.

Being on the cheer team did make you a majorly more popular person in comparison to Robin.

At Hawkins High School, being on the cheer team elevated your popularity significantly compared to Robin, whose involvement in the school band placed her at the bottom of the popularity scale.

Everyone in your class knew you and loved your perfect energetic and caring personality, or at least knew of you and still loved how you weren't as stuck up as the other girls on the cheer team acted.

Robin, on the other hand, didn't really bother to speak to anyone she didn't need to and had about as many friends as she could count on her fingers.

What Robin loved the most was how few people in the school could even recall her name. Her laid-back and approachable demeanor demonstrated how much she cherished her solitude, but it also occasionally caused issues when she wanted to speak with you in class.

Robin thought it was just out of sympathy when you would occasionally just hang out with her out of the blue.

At least that's what she heard your friends whispering to you about, how they thought it was so odd seeing you pair together. It was almost like God gave Robin a blessing on the day you sprained your ankle during practice.

Sure, she felt really bad that you had to hobble around with your foot in a cast all day, but it meant more time that you two spent together after school.

Robin didn't have to worry about you ducking away from conversations just because the cheer team was trying to burn a hole in the back of her head, or guys that would shoulder slam her away in the halls just so they could slide in next to you and make conversation.

The cycle of misery went on forever, but there you both were.

You sat in the gymnasium of the school, next to your best friend Robin, watching the pep rally unfold in front of you, trying to look as interested as you could.

You had to admit that it was strange to be on the opposite side of the gym from the routine you had worked so hard to perfect while not wearing your uniform.

Your chin was resting on the palm of your hand, and your lips were pursed.

You learned that, from the other side, the assemblies were always the same dull tactics used by staff and students to coax you into displaying school spirit, no matter how fancy or exciting they tried to make them.

You secretly also showed no interest in getting everyone pumped up in the morning to announce the senior's final basketball game of the season because your doctor had strictly instructed you not to put any strain on your foot until the end of the season.

You tried not to pout too much considering that most of your friends were still perfectly mobil on the team. Your eyes were glued to the current team captain, Steve Harrington, whom you had found was easy on the eyes.

Robin scoffed from beside you, jolting you out of the trance you'd fallen into as you stared in confusion at your best friend.

"Could you possibly gawk at him any harder?" How could you forget that Steve Harrington was practically another one of Robin's many archenemies, or at least according to your understanding, the two have grown a little closer after initially being unaware of one another and now occasionally quarreling in the hallways.

The moment the boy was employed to work at her job for the start of the summer, Chips-Ahoy, Robin would rant to you on break about how insufferable it was to work alongside the himbo.

Not that you were complaining much, going to the ice cream shop as often as you could with your usual group of friends just to say hello to the tall brunette.

If there was one good thing about Steve working at Chips-Ahoy, it was that he would seem to flirt with any remotely attractive girl that walked through the doors of the ice cream parlor (much to Robin's dismay, but she found joy in marking it every time he would take a swing and miss).

Sure, he'd admittedly become a little shallow since his break-up with Nancy, but that didn't stop you from drooling over the male on the other side of the store.

Much to Robin's annoyance, she was convinced that you would come by more often just to flirt with him than talk to her.

"Yes I could, but for the consideration of the people around me, I'd prefer to be more classy." As you replied with a fake posh accent, Robin made a noise of disgust.

The pep rally ended as everyone stood up from the bleachers, hurriedly exiting the gym to go to their next hour's classes.

You two followed suit, Robin’s arm swinging over your shoulder, not thinking much of the gesture since it was normal for you two to be pretty touchy, having been best friends for a handful of years.

"If they’re all douchebags, why are they all so fucking hot?" You muttered towards your friend, your attention too strung up on watching the male basketball team strut back to the locker rooms on the other side of the gym to notice Robin's scowl of annoyance.

She hated it when you would go on your boy-crazed rants, wanting to do anything else but talk about boys with you.

Just the mere thought of you dating someone made her stomach drop. "Oh shit, he’s actually fucking coming over here. Act natural."

You don't think much of shrugging Robin's arm away from your shoulder, Robin’s face contorting into an annoyed grimace as Steve indeed strides towards you both.

His empty-headed smile beamed at you two as his natural charm worked well on you and it immediately reflected off of Robin.

"What do you want, Harrington?" Robin sneered at him, crossing her arms against her chest as you turned to tilt your head, giving your friend a pointed look before turning your head and giving a more apologetic one to Steve.

"Woah, Woah, no need for the hostile Robin, I come in peace," Steve teased, even laughing at his own joke as his hands were raised in the air in a gesture of defeat.

You giggled like you actually found it funny yourself. Robin watched the entire encounter unfold as it seemed like she was the only one that had known the truth.

Robin tried not to cringe as Steve dragged you into a rather mediocre conversation mixed with a bit of corny flirting. When you spoke, Robin tried not to cringe as his eyes were trailing up your body when you spoke.

Robin was convinced by the way you twirled the one curl that stuck out by your ear.

Robin hopes that one day everything will stop hurting. The ache in her chest saw you throw yourself so openly at Steve.

The unrequited feelings that left her clenching her pencil at the end of the day just to hold back her tears, not wanting to let you hear her cry as you sat unaware on the other line of the phone call, continuing to ramble unbothered about your many boy crushes.

It all just hurt so fucking much. Robin blamed no one else but herself for making everything just so complicated. "Hey Harrington," the redhead interrupted, delaying her greeting on purpose.

Whatever joke Steve was making you fake giggle about, your attention came with a knowing glare as you tilted your head.

Robin would tell you with her entire chest that she was jealous, and would even scream it out at the top of her lungs if it meant never seeing you smile at Steve ever again.

"Hi, Robin?" Steven hesitated before glancing back at you, making a face as he continued to have a full blown conversation, her anger bubbling to the brim as Robin crossed her arms and groaned.

Getting tired of watching you converse, the redhead opted to want to do literally anything else but watch your poor excuse of flirting, side stepping just a few steps away just as Steven linked his hand over Robin’s shoulder, pulling her back by the shoulder of her jacket, parting from the conversation as someone from his team called out for him.

Leaving you and Robin alone once again, you turned to face her, a goofy smile curling at your lips.

Robin, recognizing the doped look, already knew what the next words that were bound to come from your mouth were: you were about to say something about Steve.

"God, he’s just so—ugh! You know? " The excitement in your tone and the stretch of your gestures made Robin roll her eyes, turning promptly on her heels and walking away from you as you tailed right behind her.

"Oh, come on, Robin, can't you just be happy for me?" You acknowledge your kind of confusing stance in the social pyramid of school, not really being liked enough by the girls that were labeled as popular enough to consider yourself up there with them all.

But you were known enough for being on the cheer team. A naturally liked person, that's what you were, who never failed to make even the grumpiest of people laugh on the roughest of days.

"Steve Harrington and the other jerks on the basketball team don't actually care. People like him would toy with any girl if it meant getting whatever they want." Robin answered promptly, but her tone soured as she shoved her way through the halls.

"Well, Billy Hargrove actually went out of his way to talk to me once," you informed, making Robin halt her steps, almost smacking against her back as she comes to a halt, turning around to sort of scan you before shoving her hands into the pockets of her jacket.

"How... fun," she murmured, and you couldn't help but laugh because you loved keeping her guessing.

"I mean, yeah, it was pretty fun, considering we kind of hooked up afterward." The moment that the words slipped from your tongue, Robin grimaced.

Her fingers clenched into a tight fist in her pockets, her eyes glancing up at the ceiling. She had prayed that whatever God was listening to her pleads, would just strike every douchebag you had ever even taken an interest in dead right where they had stood.

Robin detested how emotionally dependent she was on you. How could she be affected by your words in such a way and in such a short amount of time that she would be left crumbling to her feet, it hurt her so fucking bad.

"How stellar." She replied with a breath, hardly even wanting to look at you. She avoided the embarrassment of continuing the conversation just as Robin was about to flee by waiting until the school bell rang.

"Robin?" you called out to her. "My place later?" Robin sighed as she masked her discomfort with the passing situation. Robin gave you a tight smile.

"Maybe next time, I got an early shift today." Robin didn't need to turn back to know you were watching her walk away. Your features were riddled with confusion, knowing Robin was never the type to pass up the opportunity to hang with you.

She was also not the type to pick up any shifts that she didn't want to. You knew something was wrong with her, just not being able to figure out what was going on in her head.

As the summer progressed to the last weeks of school, your ever growing crush on Steve Harrington still grew. Robin hated that you two seemed to actually be getting along so well, spending time with each other without her presence.

You honestly tried to get rid of the feelings you had for Steve, accepting the many time's other boys from your school would ask you to, loving the free food and attention they would give you.

For the betterment of her mental health, Robin tried to ignore Steven to the best of her abilities.

Being her coworker in all, she would make it her daily task to one up him everywhere that she possibly could, even keeping score of his defeat and seeing his embarrassment written in expo marker.

Robin even admitted to making do with her emotions, smothering the heart shattering, painful, reaction she would get watching you fall victim to another date in the corner of the ice cream shop.

Always bringing the sad, boring guys wrapped around your finger to the business after whatever date activity they had asked you on in hopes that seeing Steve’s face and getting free ice cream would help the growing disappointment of being on a date with guys who had the same personalities as a doorknob.

"Did you like the movie at least?" The guy was some geek with a face covered in freckles and big bold brown glasses that you had agreed to watch some sci-fi movie with in favor of him helping you raise your grade in math to a comfortable passing grade.

You had completely forgotten his name and tried throughout the entire date to coax him into reminding you, but the mission hated failed as you came near the end of the evening.

Spooning his cup of ice cream as you tried to look just a little bit interested in whatever he was saying, your eyes not being able to help themselves from glancing over at Robin making faces at you from behind the counter.

"Uh yeah, I loved it when that one guy did that one thing with the sword." No one guy was holding a sword; you didn't want to admit that you had fallen asleep during most of the film.

The freckled kid was too busy sweating over your hand accidentally resting on his lap to even notice that your eyes were closed for most of it.

Eating the rest of your ice cream in a very awkward silence. You could tell he wanted to talk at some point, his mouth opening just to close straight after. You pretended to not take notice of it, reaching to scratch behind your ear.

Robin took it as an escape signal, taking notice that it was a nervous tick that you would do whenever you felt uncomfortable on a date.

A thing that Robin had made a habit of catching since the day she caught some jerk trying to grope you under the table on one of your many pity dates.

She was leaning against the counter when she saw you do the signal and immediately shot straight up. As she advances directly toward you while grinning at her unanticipated new victim, she slams her hands against the table.

Robin was a pro at this point at masking her jealousy with anger saracism, making the kid jump as his eyes widened as you tried to cover your smile with your ice cream.

"Dude, how much of a freak do you have to be to take a chick to see a boring robot movie?" Her insults were already rolling off her tongue as if they were second nature.

If most of the comments weren't so genuine, you would commend your friend for being so witty.

You would agree to the part where she would save you, but I would never agree to the part where she would criticize every guy you had ever dated, almost giving the impression that you needed her approval for the "perfect boyfriend."

"What were you expecting to swap spit or pretend to not touch yourself until the end credits?" Robin leaned into the kid's personal space, all in his face as the question made him turn a light shade of pink, words that he couldn't quite string together, fumbling from his mouth.

"Robin!" You chided, and the redhead snorted a laugh as he ducked his head in shame.

The boy, shooting up from his chair and rushing out of the shop, murmuring something about how much of a bitch you were, Robin, took his seat swiftly and even finished his leftover ice cream with a sly grin.

"You could have gone a little easier on him, Rod." You offered to give your friend a stern look.

"Oh come on, his parents have probably said worse. I kneel to no man." Robin winked, licking the ice cream from her lips and leaning her elbows on top of the table.

"You would think after having to be saved from so many sleazebags, you would thank me and just stop dating all together." Robin scoffed, pointing her spoon directly in your face and swatting the plastic away with a dramatic sigh.

"You would think after being single for so many years, you would finally get tired of hating other people's happiness." You replied, rolling your eyes.

"I’m happy when you're happy." Her honest answer caught you a bit off guard, a moment of silence splitting in between you two. Robin’s face is hard to read.

Shoving the rest of the ice cream down her throat before slamming the paper cup on the table with a thud and a big childlike smile.

"Fine, then what’s your type?"

"My…type?" Robin asked at a loss, "Why does that even matter?" She was now more amused than confused, chirping with interest in the direction your question was heading.

"You said you’re happy when I’m happy, so, one day you're gonna grow up and get tired of the whole ‘boys are gross’ bullshit," you asked more cautiously, biting down on what was left of your ice cream cone. "And I'm gonna be there to set you up with someone that could actually tolerate your potty mouth."

"Oh, you love my mouth!" Robin snorted a little louder than you were comfortable with in public, glancing around to make sure no one was eyeing you weirdly before lightly smacking her arm.

"I'm serious, Robin—" She groaned louder, shaking her head and slouching her shoulders, the conversation deadening.

"Jesus Christ, fine if you care so freaking much. My type is dense cheerleaders that I’ve been friends with for years and don't even like me back."

"Oh, and one more thing that just puts the fucking cherry on the cake. She has to pin after literally the one guy that I despise with my entire being as if liking her isn't as complicated as it can get." She added harshly.

You weren't that inept piecing everything together as Robin stormed away from the table, frozen. Did Robin really just confess and come out to you in the same breath?

It was an awkward weekend spent away from Robin, settled in your house, occasionally finding yourself ready to dial her number into your phone.

only to convince yourself that it would be better to give her time to simmer whatever argument you had left unresolved, hoping that everything would be resolved before the start of the school day.

Your worries were answered the following school day when Robin dodged every opportunity that came your way.

It didn’t help that the one time you were finally able to corner her in the cafeteria was the time that Steve pulled you into a conversation, and Robin seized the window of opportunity to run away without a word being spoken.

The current circumstance reveals that Robin's rambling confession was not the result of some sick joke concocted in her cryptic, disorganized mind but rather came from her heart.

In order to maintain your composure, you avoided thinking about it much. All you wanted was for your best friend to come back.

It was a weird week of Robin avoiding you, realizing that most of your free time that you spent together was a huge chunk of your life inside and outside of school.

Having to pretend that you hadn’t seen her get on the bus, being embarrassed to keep waving in hopes that she would stop the whole silent treatment front and finally speak to you.

You never realized how big of a part Robin had played in your life. The ginger always found some way to wiggle her way into your daily routine.

It was odd having to replace her big personality with someone like Steve Harrington.

You felt even more guilty seeing her eye the boy whenever he made his way toward you.

Like now, had the girl chosen to sit just a table away from you, slouching as she sat down, slamming her textbooks against the table.

You never would have imagined Robin actually studying; it was strange to catch a glimpse of her bent over the desk, intently concentrating on her work.

She would always need to be reminded to stay on course, or you would have to bribe her in order to get her to stay still for 30 minutes.

You also hadn’t expected to see the fluffy-haired Harrington stride his way into the library, his eyes glancing around the room like it was the first time he had ever been inside of the library.

The moment his eyes latched onto yours, it was like a snap of actions took place. Watching Steve being grabbed away from one of his friends, you gave him a kind wave.

"Hey, shit for brains." The familiar sarcastic, scratchy tone made your brows raise. Robin was standing directly in front of you, blocking you from seeing Steve from where you had sat.

"Oh hey, Rod, what’s up?" You didn’t know what to expect the next words to come from your mouth, your finger used as a bookmark as you straighten your posture, suddenly nervous under the girl's boring stare.

"Can you help me with this assignment? Ms. King is really trying to kill me with the amount of work that she expects me to do in just a day." She asked, her pink lips slanting in a sly nervous smile.

Then you noticed Steve, the teenager waiting by the door for your conversation to end. When you caught his attention, he waved his hand in your direction.

"Uh, I mean, I wish I could, Rod, but I’m kinda supposed to help Steve with his." You remember, gesturing to the boy behind her.

Your smile faded the moment you noticed Steve leaving the library without looking back, his arm swung around Tommy Thompson.

"Maybe we could study together after all? that sounds fun, huh?" Robin didn’t bother to turn her head. Judging by your mood, she knew Steve wasn’t going to walk over anytime soon.

The redhead silently thanked whatever dingus-headed Harrington had done to fumble his chances so quickly. Her eyes only glanced down at the table before staring back at you with a small genuine smile.

"Sounds absolutely perfect." You thought that would settle it all; the agreement would get rid of the awkward position your friendship had wedged itself in. "Steve wouldn't be much help anyway. Doesn't he have that super important basketball thingy coming up that I could care less about but the whole school is talking about?"

"Yeah, he's been pretty stressed about it lately." you admitted, reaching to check over her essay, checking to see the work that she had already completed, and flicking through the answers in your textbook.

"It's kind of hard to hold a conversation when all he talks about is balls." The joke was enough to ride away from any other tension that was resting around you two, coaxing a bubbling laugh from Robin’s lips loud enough to get the librarian to stand from her desk and shoo you two.

"So...are you like, okay?" She asked after a bit of silence, making you glance up at her from your worksheet with your brows lifted, the question sort of coming out of nowhere.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, you practically fucked your ankle and can’t do the whole pom-pom and miniskirt thing and now Steve is probably chasing after one of your friends." One quality of Robin's personality that you liked was that she didn't like to mince words.

She most certainly wasn't like the other cheerleaders, who would lie right in your face before turning around and whispering something else.

"You're not like... disappointed or envious?" Although you appreciated that Robin would always be honest with you, sometimes it still hurts. You cowered your head and twisted your pencil between your fingers as your lips formed a thin line and pressed together.

Sincerely, you really did miss cheer. You could feel the strain of spending so much time during practice sitting on the benches. It was strange not being able to admit that being an athlete was something that came to you almost naturally.

You honestly replied, "No, not really. Do I need to be?" When you had to juggle so many things at once, you had no idea what was going through your mind.

Should you be disappointed that the only thing that made you happy made you throw up? Do you even have the right to be upset with Steve for talking to other girls? Even so, did everyone think that you two were dating?

Robin watched you puzzled. She stared as if she couldn't quite crack what was brewing inside of your mess of a mind either. "Okay, well if you ever need to vent or like, cry about anything, you know I'm always here—only if you want to talk about it though."

"Oh please, we both know that if anyone started crying within the radius of you, you would jump fences just to get away from them." You teased before returning to your sheet. "Rod, please tell me you know the difference between a verb and an adjective."

"...Yes?" With a wince, she replied. She then looked back at her work, reading the paper as though it were written in a foreign tongue. "At least I think I do."

You sighed and said, "No problem." Stretching your arms upward, you lean back against the chair and rest your elbows on the table. Flipping through your textbooks until you found the page you were looking for, your eyes narrowed at Robin as your face turned into a focused glare.

"Alright, I'm kind of bad at explaining things, so you’re gonna have to bear with me on some of this so we can both hopefully pass." It was a nice but stressful way to bond back with Robin.

The redhead did not make an implied want to bring up her confession, so you respected the elephant in the room, forcing yourself to not bring it up ever again as you thought it was what Robin would have wanted.

Until Robin asked you out on a date, well, it wasn’t really a date, but that way that your friends teased you about it during practice made you feel like it was, "Gonna go scissor with your dyke girlfriend Y/N?" The comment prompted a permanent scowl on your face.

You hurriedly stuffed your clothes into your bag as you hurried out of the locker room since you could no longer take the taunting as amusing as the other girls found it to be.

Robin hadn’t shown any signs of your trip to the small music shop being a date. which only made you more nervous. You saw her cling onto you like she normally did, but for some reason, it just made you feel weirder.

You didn't want to go out and ask if she had thought of it as a date. What if she had said no and you just ended up ruining the moment?

It seemed like Robin could sense your withdrawal, her smile dimming slowly and slowly throughout the day until she could finally sit down with you at the cafe across from the shop, setting her wrapped new cassette player aside as she slid into the booth. You followed suit, glancing out of the window.

"Hey Rod?" you asked, wanting to finally get it off of your chest. "Is this a date?" watching her face turn to a flushed pink, almost blushing the same hue as her red hair. "Uh, I wasn't really planning on it to be unless…"

"...unless?"

"Let's make a bet," Robin had a confident tone to her voice while asking the question, the type of tone that made you want to hold eye contact with her as she continued.

"if this date turns out better than every single one you’ve been on combined, then you have to stop playing matchmaker and let me be single and miserable for as long as I please, and in return, if I lose—which is highly unlikely—than I’ll go on a date with whatever pure smuck you force into liking me."

The bet was agreed to, the afternoon picking up and becoming more eventful as the day continued.

It was a shame you had to admit that you did have a lot of fun hanging out with Robin, and watching her see how many milkshakes it took her until she could get a brain freeze was more entertaining than having some jock grope you in his parent's car.

Since both of you were far from getting your license, walking all the way to the mall for free ice cream was out of the question. Plus, for Robin, it meant having to see Steve, so you both opted for a more local ice cream place.

It was weird to see Robin replaced with some poor guy that you would never really click with at the end of the day. You half expected a Robin clone to appear from behind the counter and walk up to the bench where you two had sat.

Robin’s eyes followed yours, taking a glance inside of the shop, almost like she could read your mind, before turning to you and asking with a giggly tone. "See? Isn't this just so much better when I don't have to swoop in like your knight in shining armor to save you from some guy who just wants to stick their tongue down your throat?"

You sighed. "I never asked you to save me," she reminded him. Your gaze shifted to the cup of ice cream in your hand, mixing it around as it turned into a thick soup texture.

"You didn't," she agreed, kicking her feet under the bench. "But I do it anyway because I know that deep down you truly just want me to.

You know I used to wonder why you would say yes, whether you got enjoyment from just having fun or what you see in them that you…I don't know, it just confused me because I wanted to know why."

"Well, I guess now you know." You answered promptly. "You know what it's all like, and now you can stop with the whole... this thing."

"This?" She repeated her frowned brows and grimaced in confusion as she turned to look at you.

You hesitated to meet her glance, your attention so interested in the cup of melted ice cream. "This...this, gay, thing that you’re going through, maybe it's just because you’ve never been on a date with a guy or romantically interested in one, so you see me go on dates, you can't help but to be curious about what it's all like."

"Wait…what the fuck?" She interrupted, shooting from the bench, dropping her ice cream to the ground, forgotten. You looked up at her with a frightened look. "Rod, you know I—"

"No, just stop—me being...me liking you has nothing to do with literally anything." Her voice was shaky as she spoke.

Robin was straining so hard not to scream at you that her voice was breaking.

She tucked her fist into her sweater's pockets, and you could see the bottom half of the pockets scrunch up as a result of her grasping onto the fabric as if it were preventing an outburst.

“Robin, I didn't mean it like that—”

"Fucking Christ, it's like you're more afraid of admiating that I'm gay than I’m afraid of coming out."

"Well, come on Robin, you can’t be...You’re just confused with everything happening. "

"So you're telling me that my feelings for you, for any girl that I’ve ever liked, have been just this mess of confusion since I was a kid?"

"I…I don't know." You answered honestly, suddenly feeling insecure under Robin’s glare.

"Of course, you have no fucking idea," she scoffed. "Because they're not your fucking emotions, Y/N, you can't just tell me that what I'm doing and feeling is just some weird jealousy thing you're trying to force on me."

The harsh reality of Robin's truth struck you like a ton of bricks. You berated yourself for failing to notice her plight sooner.

The one person in whom you had complete trust was terrified to confide in you the most important secret affecting her life, and yet here you were humiliating her for it all. "Robin—"

"And to think that I thought that hanging out with you would make you realize that—that I'm just in love with you for some reason. I can't explain it all, but I thought that out of everyone, at least you would understand me." You could only watch as the tears streamed down her face, Robing using the sleeve to quickly wipe them away.

"I just wanted one person in my life to genuinely attempt to not make me feel so left out, and when I told you that I liked you, I thought that maybe just a small part of you would at least make an effort to understand and not turn around and act like I'm some fucking hopeless little freak with a disease.”

Robin shouts no longer caring about her volume in the public setting. “God, it's like all you care about is your perfect little life with Steve Harrington and your perfect little friend group. Well, I'm not perfect Y/N, I'm so sorry."

The only thing you could say to defend yourself was, "This isn't about Steve. You are truly at a loss for words as you've never argued with Robin in your life, nor did you anticipate doing so. It is also unusual for you to be yelled at by someone other than an adult authority figure.

She inhaled and winced when she heard Steve's name. "Just stop thinking that you always have to fix everything and do me a huge freaking favor. Some people can never really be fixed." Before you could even process the advice to respond, she charges away from you.

You didn't even realize you were crying until your tears started to cloud your vision, wiping them with the sleeve of your sweater. You didn't fully understand the effort of your words and how much you had hurt Robin.

Since Hawkins was a haven for primarily generic cookie-cutter townies who credited any sense of change to "god's will," so you didn't know much about homosexuality.

Robin reasoned that at least you would stand out from the crowd and were the only person in town she trusted who didn't belong to that ignorant hive mind.

And yet, there you sat with tears streaming down your face, feeling guilty for what you had said to your friend.

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